#bye I love him

[rimunagenius]

Wait For Me

Paring: Kayce Dutton x reader!

Words: 2.1k words

Warnings: Angst, fluff ending, curse words?? if that’s even a warning, mentions of branding and burning, abuse, over use of baby (i love it, i love imagining him calling me that, do nit judge me🤨😒)

Summary: Growing up you and Kayce were inseparable. You didn’t know the love you shared was more than friends until sixteen, but what happens when John pushes Kayce too hard, and your relationship hangs in the balance?

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A/n: no gender or body specification made in the story, so this could be read from any gender/personal preference. This is very self indulgent for me, I love Kayce Dutton and have since i started Yellowstone and I was deeply upset with the lack of fics for him so I had to take matters into my own hands while this godsend of an author writes my requests!!🥹 anyways, hope you enjoy!!

not my gif!!

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You knew it was stupid.

You knew you couldn’t have him.

You can’t love someone into loving you back. You knew it. He knew it. He knew it would never happen between you; he wanted it to. He did love you, too much, though.

This summer had to be your favorite on the Dutton Ranch. Favorite in Montana. Your favorite in the world, same thing. As long as Kayce was there, it was the perfect anything.

You had loved him your whole life. Ever since you were kids anything he would do would mesmerize you. His hair caught in the breeze when you’d chase him around the arena for tag, his smile when you’d tell the same joke he was tired of but laughed because he knew it meant something to you.

Somewhere along the way, you had fallen inlove. You always had been, but this time you actually knew what it was. You knew why. It was Kayce. Any woman would be a fool to not love everything about him.

But…

He had fallen inlove too.

“Oh my god! That’s not-“ You looked at the boy next to you, absolutely falling more inlove the more you looked. Having by far the funniest conversation all summer.

“Oh, please! That’s seriously what I told him!” He laughed, his body leaning on yours, his head halfway into your lap.

“Kayce, your such an idiot.” You looked down at him, his eyes already trained on you. Your chuckle had died in your throat as you saw the look in his eyes. He’s never looked at you like this before—you didn’t see the other times he had. Those moments were just for him.

Your hand landed on his forehead, sliding it back over the expanse of his scalp, his long hair following the pattern your hand tread on his head.

“Oh, yeah?” He said. His signature small smile already creasing the corners of his lips. “I’m okay with that. You still love me, though.”

You looked up at the sky, the stars illuminating your features, entrancing the teenager below you. He was looking at you as if you had hung them yourself. “The sky is beautiful tonight, Kayce. Don’t you think?” Your eyes following and connecting the dots in the sky as his eyes never once dared to move away from you.

“I do. She’s absolutely gorgeous.” In a quick second, he started to sit up, his absence from your lap, drawing your eyes down to him.

Your eyes caught his, as he immediately pulled you into a kiss. His hand on your cheek, your hand tipping his hat off his head, carding your fingers through the growing locks of golden brown locks.

This was just the start.

You knew now was different than when you both were just 16. You had spent two years with eachother, loving eachother. You didn’t think anything would tear you apart.

Kayce had started disobeying Mr. Dutton when you two had just turned 18. Something about them always butting heads and having different life plans. Kayce didn’t want this life, he wanted you, but not at the price John had been setting.

It was either you and the Ranch, or he’d be gone and forbidden to see you. You knew it was a crock of shit, John just trying to scare his son. And you had believed it. You should’ve known the youngest Dutton. Especially now that the behavior was super out of character.

You walked the rocky path up to the main house, on the Dutton Ranch, collecting the smallest size pebbles you could find to throw at Kayce’s window.

You approached the front of the house, stopping before the porch steps and launched pebble after pebble. You had gone through the whole collection and then some. He would come to the window by now, you thought.

He wasn’t asleep, his light was on. Then you heard yelling and screaming, crashing and smashing. You had saw a small glimpse of Kayce and John, and you had heard Lee, you think.

Then you heard nothing. Just saw John’s face in the window, looking down at you as he shut the blinds. You had started on your walk back home, worried sick, right down the road from the ranch before you heard the front door swing open, John dragging Kayce by the collar of his shirt.

They ended up behind the barn, you watching from a healthy distance to not be seen by Mr. Dutton, before you saw a burning orange ‘Y’ iron. The sound of burning flesh and muffled cries and screaming followed.

You obviously didn’t see Kayce that night but you had saw him two days after, breaking a horse.

You stood up on the bottom wood log of the arena with your arms draped over the top one. “Where have you been, baby?” Your boyfriend just looked up at you. A heartbreaking attempt at a smile casted over his beautiful face.

“Talk to me, Kayc. Is everything okay?” You knew it wasn’t. You knew what you saw, not expecting that from John.

“I’m fine, darlin.’ Don’t worry your pretty little head too much, yeah?” He looked back to the horse, grabbing the reigns and walking him through the exit of the arena, signaling you to follow him to the barn.

You didn’t want to pry, you knew he wasn’t okay but you’d let him tell you about it when he was ready. You knew Kayce would.

“Okay, handsome. You doin’ anythin’ later.” You tucked a small strand of hair behind his ear, fixing his hat that’s shifted.

“Nah, you wanna come over? Watch a movie?” He asked. You smiled at him and nodded your head. You leaned in for a kiss and turned your heel.

“I’ll see you later, cowboy.” You looked over your shoulder, Kayce eyes trailing up your body, his eyes eventually meeting yours. “You like what you see, Kayce?” You laughed as you were almost out of line of sight.

“Hell yeah, I do, baby.” His smirk as he watched you, slowly dissipating. He was dreading the moment he had to tell you. He had to do it soon, tomorrow.

That was yesterday.

Your movie had gone great but you should have known then there was problem. He seemed on edge that night, and his room seemed a little less lively since the last time you had been in there.

You walked up to the main house, opening the front door. John wasn’t home so Kayce said you could walk through the house and to his room.

That’s when you saw it. His shit packed and loaded into duffle bags. He packed his whole life away in bags. “What’s goin’ on Kayce? Why are you packing?” Your eyes wandered around the room. His dresser now vacant of any picture you two had, of him and Lee. His favorite picture of him and Beth now gone.

“Everything’s okay, baby. I promise.”

“Then why’s your shit all gone? Where are you going?” You couldn’t help the dampness growing in the corner of your eyes. The small quiver in your lip.

“Hey, hey. Don’t cry. It’s gonna be okay.” He cupped your face, forcing you to look him in the eyes. His eyes meeting yours, both damp and a little bloodshot like yours. “I just gotta go for a while, okay?”

“And your just gonna leave me here? Take me with you.” You pleaded. You didn’t think today of all days would start with Kayce Dutton possibly breaking up with you, and leaving you alone in this godforsaken state of Montana.

“I can’t, baby. Not where i’m goin’. Not this time.” He kissed your forehead and shifted his hands from your face to your waist.

“Kayce, where the hell are you going that you can’t take me with you? We haven’t separated since we were kids, why now?” You wiped the tears that fell from your eyes as you couldn’t dare tear them away from Kayce.

“I’m goin’ into the Navy. I don’t know when i’ll be back. But you have to listen to me-“

“The fuckin’ Navy!? Kayce are you serious!?” You yelled at him. He never once mentioned the Navy or any interest. It must’ve been John’s idea. They have been fighting more and more recently.

You thought it had been just father and son disagreements. But the thought should’ve clicked when the iron branded his son, your bestfriend, boyfriend, forever.

He belonged to his father. He had to do whatever he asked. It had to be John. You were pissed. “Was it John?” You whispered.

“No, sweetheart. It was me. I can’t take this ranch anymore, I feel trapped. All I do is eat, ranchwork, eat, ranchwork, sleep, repeat. I can’t do it anymore, baby. The Navy would atleast set me up with some cash so I could find a place of my own.” He sniffled as he held you, you stepping away from him to pace around the room.

It was his decision…he was leaving you.

He wiped his eyes, and in all the years that you had known Kayce Dutton and held him when he was sad, because he had done it for you, you haven’t seen him this torn up and emotional about something since his mother’s passing.

“But does that mean you can’t handle me anymore? I mean if your tired of the ranch, you must be tired of me, right?” You let a choked sob escape your lips. Stopping in your tracks, your legs feeling too wobbly to move another inch.

He immediately rushed to you, embracing you into the tightest hugs he’s possibly ever given you. “No, no, baby. That’s not it. I love you, with everythin’ in me, you know that. But-“

“But what? If your breaking up with me Kayce, don’t you dare think about saying goodbye as if we’ll never speak again. They’re always the hardest and i’m not doing that with you. I do not want to say goodbye to you. Ever.”

“Baby, you know I have to.” His big eyes even frowned with his face. The sad expression crushing you even more than humanly possible.

“No, you don’t! Why can’t you just love me from over there. It shouldn’t be any different, baby.” You grabbed his face. His eyes closing for a fleeting moment. Your cries getting harder and harder to bear quietly.

“Darlin’, I can’t ask you to wait for me in hopes i’ll make it home to you. I can’t ask that of you, and you know I can’t.” He inhaled a shaken breath, evident that this was hurting him as much as it was hurting you.

“Yes you can. You know that. I’d wait a million years and more for you, Kayce Dutton. I waited 16 years, didn’t I?” You laughed quietly, that didn’t hide the audible sob that also parted your lips.

“Godammit, sweetheart. I love you, nothin’ can change that. I’d die for you, i’d do anything for you, i’d go to the very ends of the earth for you, but please for the love of god; please stop making it harder to leave you than it already is.” Tears freely streamed down his face, him not bothering to wipe them away.

He was giving himself to you. All of him, and you couldn’t have asked for more from this man. He has always done this for you. He’s never hidden who he was, especially from you.

As you held his face, you sighed. His hand holding your hips, you could feel his fingers shaking on you. He didn’t want to go. If he was ever gonna leave he was damn sure gonna take you with him. This wasn’t how he wanted it to be.

“Kayce Dutton, I love you. More than you’ll ever know and i’ll spend my whole life showing you. I’d do anything for you, all you have to do is say what. Ask me to wait for you, and i’d wait for you.” As soon the words “ask me to wait” rolled off your lips, Kayce had his answer.

“Wait for me.”

You crashed your lips onto his, the kiss fast paced and full of emotion. The devotion his body poured unto you was otherworldly. You two stumbled back a bit from the force of the kiss. Your tongue meeting his in frantic greeting as you held onto him for dear life, and he held onto you like you were his lifeline.

As you both understood what this meant, what you two were signing up for, you knew now that there was no chance either one of you would be ripped away from the other. No fucken chance.

“I’ll wait for you. When you get back, i’ll be waiting here, you know exactly where to find me, cowboy.” You kissed his lips once again, and smiled, your arm around his shoulder and one hand on his face. His arms wrapped comepletely around your waist.

“I can’t wait, baby.” He kissed you once more and that was it.

You’d be here when he got back. He was going to come back to you. Whether he had to kill or crawl his way back to you, he was going to come home.

And you’d be right there, with open arms waiting. Just like you promised.

[ovaryacted]

I’m not even trying to be funny right now but I just burst into tears thinking about RE2R Leon. He really was just a baby. LIKE LOOK AT HIM?? OH MY GOD 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

[murphysmarchand]

blud looks like a block of cheese (i love him)

[thedeviljudges]

yall!!!!!!!!! i finally watched just friends? and i knew about the gay but not one person mentioned lee je hoon in drag??? omg

he is SERVING pleaseeeeee

[aseyaz]

damn… owl…. you know how to talk to me…..

[sxtaep]

there’s this guy on tiktok who loves trains and i just think it’s the cutest most endearing thing in the world how he shares everything and expresses his excitement for them 🥹

the tiktok

[nova-rpv]

ftm amy. hell yea

reminder to bind safely!!!! take care of ur ribs <<3

dont forget ur daily clicks!!

[tedlebred]

this is probably all the tgcf you're ever gonna get out of me

[seagull9111]

as a fandom we need to talk about how funny this scene was

romans: *nervous*

nico: *enjoying himself*

[lemoniiiiiii]

literally what i do all day everyday

[blee-bleep]

old man yaoi... save me... old man yaoi. save me

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[themisterhip]

💪TRAINING HARDER!💪 REVERSE AU MADE BY @zurka-durka

[eddieschains]

jewls this is so good i need u to keep going

I need some good smut about Eddiexreader making love both being crazy in love, no f*ucking just love making you know? Pretty please ?

Smut isn't my best writing but I'll always give it a go

Sensation

Eddie x Reader

Smut Ahead

He looks at you with those chocolate brown eyes, you never thought you see them more beautiful above you. His smile with his dimples showing makes your heart speed faster.

The way he makes you feel, so unreal. But wanted.

Eddie takes you into his arms, kissing you as sweet as ever, lays you down on his bed. You have been in his room so many times, but this time it felt like everything was a blur. It was just him, and you. His bed is soft filled with his scent and warm from the body heat. The two of were cuddling earlier before now, as he hovers above you.

The way he's smiling down at you makes your heart flutter and eyes shining with love. He leans down to brush his lips against yours but you move your head a bit causing you to laugh as he kisses your nose. His cheeks beet red as he misses where he wanted to kiss you, but straddles your waist as he sits up removing his Hellfire shirt off of him.

You have been already been undress, just in your bra and panties. His curious fingers wanted to see you, his ring covered fingers loves to brush against the expose skin.

Your eyes roam his face admiring how beautiful he is, from his curly hair to his brown eyes to the way his nose was, to his smile, to the tattoos on him, to his skin that you want to touch. Everything about him is perfect.

To him, you're perfect.

His ring covered hand touches you. Grinning, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips, to see you shiver at his touch. He hooks his fingers underneath the straps of your bra pushing them down, and you unhook the back of it letting your bra fall. His fingertip run over your nipples and your eyes flutter.

He knows your sensitive there.

It's like his mind is taking a picture as he gazes lovingly at you.

Eddie leans down placing a kiss on your neck, letting his tongue run over as his mouth latches on the one spot he wants to mark you at. His lips gently graze the spot that he has been sucking on for awhile. His hooded eyes and lips turn into a smirk seeing the mark he placed on your neck.

You sigh longing for his lips against your skin. Your fingers tangle in his curly hair watching as he continues to smirk.

" lay down for me, sweetheart" he follow as he say leaning down settling on your back. His fingers dance across your panties and hook his fingers underneath as he slides them off.

" open up your legs for me, let me take care of you" he says.

You open your legs, letting out a small whimper as the cold feeling of his chilly bedroom.

" Look at you, my pretty girl. So beautiful" he moves his hand to your lips, slipping two fingers between them and his thumb finding your clit. He began to rub circles against it, causing you to gasp as you were hit with pleasure.

" So wet for me, so pretty" he praises you while pressing the pad of his middle finger into your entrance.

" Only for you Eds" you tell him, his fingers curls, feeling you squeeze around his finger. He uncurls them and pumps his fingers in you at a slow pace.

Eddie begins to move in a faster pace, making you moan louder. His cock twitching in his boxers. Eddie's eyes beamed loving how you were reacting to him and curling his finger again, making you thrust your hips up.

" Tell me how it makes you feel?" he asks.

" Feels so good" you tell him, you feel yourself coming close gripping his wrist helping him get you there.

" Eds" you whimpered.

" Cum, sweetheart. I know you want to" he says, leaning down kissing your stomach and hips moving his fingers faster.

Just like that you, you cum throwing your head back moaning his name.

" I need your cock, please" you whined, wanting something bigger.

" My girls so polite" he removes his fingers from you and brings his fingers to his mouth as he sucks your juice off his fingers. His hands go down to his boxers removing them. His cock springs, slapping against his stomach.

Eddie glances down your pussy, groaning at the sight of you just laying there for him to take.

" Eds" you called out to him as you stared hungrily at his thick length.

" yes, sweetheart?" he asks positioning himself between your thighs, his eyes raking over your body.

" You're so pretty" you praise him. His cheeks beet red hearing the praise. He leans down kissing you and kisses down to your neck feeling the tip of his cock graze your entrance.

" Pretty girl and just mine" he rubs his cock against your entrance, teasing you for bit before pushing the tip in.

You let out a whine as he pushes deeper inside of you, filling his cock in you and take a hold of your hands in his, he laces them together.

He locks his gaze with you as he thrust slowly in, but deeply, filling you in with every thrust.

Eddie rolls over and his hands are still in your bringing them to his lips as he kisses each hand staring up lovingly at you as you bounced on him. You let his hands go and bury your face in his neck as he rolls his hips into you. His arms wrap around you, pulling you down on him as he thrust up into you.

You both moan each others name as he continues to thrust into you, hitting you deeper each time.

" I love you so much, sweetheart" he says, followed by a groan as you squeeze around him, " I love you too, Eds"

You can feel yourself coming closer and closer.

" I want you to cum on my cock, sweetheart. Cum for me" he whispers into your ear, kissing it there.

He continues to thrust into you, with one more thrust going deeper you came harder than you usually do grounding your hips with Eddie's as your wall clenched around him.

He moans throwing his head back as he comes too, he coats your walls with his cum, making you full.

His cum and yours drip down your thighs onto his bed but he didn't care as he holds you there, kissing on top of your head.

" you are my everything, Y/N" your hooded eyes glance up at him to see he's already looking down at you with a smile on his face.

" You're my everything too, Eddie Munson" you lay your head back on his chest, you wanted to stay there for a bit before you had to pull off of him.

This was perfect right now.

[sakuyuii]

adrien runs? well yes!

also…she’s still getting used to labels (too oblivious to notice his pun), and she may or may have not knew exactly where he would be …

i csnt help but need to say this is cornball sorry anyways i crave season 6

[mroddmod]

she’ll be alright because she had you.