#franken!kyle

[marchsfreakshow]

"you're the prettiest girl."

Gentle touches on faces, and back against the wall. Both of them outside, away from whatever party was happening. A small blush, and both give a little giggle.

"It's true! And this time it's not the alcohol."

Another childish giggle and a silly kiss on the cheek.

"you can't say I love youuu...what if you regret it in the morning?"

A shake of the head.

"Wait really?"

A quick nod and a shy smile. Then kisses. One after the other as they both smiled. God what was happening? Drunken rambles that's all. It couldn't be anything else.

"wow.. damn. Okay. Cool. Cool!"

Blurred thoughts as the music was muted through the walls. Red and warm faces, pressed against eachother to hold one another up. His hands never staying in one place. Waist, hips, one petting their hair, the other gently holding the small of their back.

"I'm pretty? Nope. You're the pretty one."

Starting to get needy. He could feel it. God. Not right now. Absolutely not. But with them? It felt so right. Mushed up thoughts from the alcohol, unable to process all his thoughts. Another set of little quiet giggles, would he fall asleep before anything happens?? They're not all the others, who wouldn't care that he's tired. Letting him fall asleep, caring for him. Sleeping right by his side.

"mmm...I love you...'m so glad nothing bad happened tonight."

Both of them laying on a bed, maybe his. Maybe a friends bed. Didn't matter. The music didn't stop him from falling asleep instantly when his head hit the pillow. Sleepy stares, and moving his arm over their own torso. How on earth could this man sleep with music practically blasting the walls down?

"Love you, Kyle. I hope you don't regret it in the morning."

[bloodyboi]

[alex-the-anxious-2]

There is not nearly enough Kyle Spencer content i must try and fix this

Close ups!

[fear-is-truth]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘 . . . hc .ᐟ franken! 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑

loves it when you let him play with your hair. you’ll settle between his legs while he brushes your hair with painstaking care, occasionally fumbling with the brush but always being so mindful of not to hurt you.

walking through the academy’s gardens together, hand-in-hand. you both enjoy the peace of being outside, and he gets this soft, happy look on his face whenever you stop to point out pretty flowers or birds.

kyle adores cuddling, even if he doesn’t always know how to initiate it. you’ll often find him sitting awkwardly, staring at you with big puppy-dog eyes, waiting for you to give him the cue. once you did, he’s like a giant teddy bear, resting his head on your shoulder while you stroke his back, and he lets out soft sighs of contentment.

you love introducing him to animated films, especially disney / dreamworks. he’s fascinated by the visuals and gets emotionally invested in the plot, his face lighting up during funny moments and his brows furrowing during sad ones.

in the beginning, kyle hates the idea of baths, tensing up visibly whenever the subject is brought up. but over time, with gentle encouragement and lots of trust, he finally lets you help him. you make sure it’s a calm, safe experience, filling the tub with warm water and bath salts. eventually, he starts to relax, especially when you sit by the tub and talk to him quietly or wash his hair with slow, soothing strokes.

one evening, you decide to put on some music, and to your surprise, kyle awkwardly holds out his hand, asking you to dance. you take his hand and sway together in the room, his arms gently wrapped around your waist. he’s naturally not the best dancer, but he’s trying for you, and you both end up giggling and stumbling around.

super clingy in the mornings. he’ll wrap his arms around you in bed and bury his face in your neck, refusing to let you get up.

on rainy days, kyle loves nothing more than cuddling up with you under a blanket while listening to the soft patter of raindrops outside. you’ll both lay there for hours, tangled together, sharing a nap or two. you’ll rest your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat while he strokes your hair.

kyle gets this childlike joy whenever the seasons change, and fall is his favourite. you’ll take him outside, and he’ll stand watching as you make the leaves swirl with a flick of your hand. eventually, he joins in, clumsily chasing you and throwing handfuls of leaves in the air.

he loves the first snowfall of the year. he’ll pull you outside, even if it’s freezing, and spin you around in the snow, his eyes wide with excitement. he’ll try catching snowflakes on his tongue.

you’ve slowly re-introduced kyle to things like making hot chocolate or folding laundry, and while he’s still a little clumsy with these tasks, you can see how proud he is when he gets it right. you always praise him with a gentle kiss on the cheek, and he beams so huge :)

when the weather gets colder, the two of you a build blanket nest together in your room at the academy. you’ll spend hours just cuddling, surrounded with pillows, stuffed animals and blankets, wrapped in each other’s warmth. sometimes, you read books to him, and he leans his chin on your shoulder, completely immersed.

on chilly mornings, you and kyle love making hot cocoa together. you’ll stand side by side in the kitchen, stirring mugs of cocoa while he sneakily tries to steal marshmallows from the bag. once it’s ready, you both curl up on the couch, sharing a blanket and sipping your drinks while watching the frost gather on the windows.

when you can’t sleep, kyle will follow you to the kitchen for late-night snacks. you’ll both raid the fridge together, making little sandwiches or grabbing cookies. kyle will sit on the counter while you talk softly about nothing in particular, and he always offers to share whatever snack he’s holding.

kyle loves being the big spoon, wrapping his arms around you protectively while you sleep. sometimes, though, he’ll wake up in the middle of the night and switch positions, laying his head on your chest and curling up into you. either way, he always makes sure he’s touching you somehow.

he has this adorable habit of gently cupping your face with both hands and staring at you with wide, loving eyes. sometimes he just wants to admire you, thumbs brushing your cheeks, as if he’s in awe of how lucky he is to have you. even though he doesn’t talk often, his eyes tell you everything.

he’ll awkwardly bring you flowers he picked from the academy garden (sometimes with dirt still on them), or he’ll fumble when trying to do something sweet, like clumsily putting on your jacket for you.

 fear-is-truth 2024 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

[yes-divine-ruler]

You’re Forgiven - Franken-Kyle Spencer

Kyle feels bad he was being difficult while you were studying and now that you’re done, he wants to make it up to you.

cw: oral (f receiving)

"Ky, just sit still," you push Kyle's head away as he groans, adamant to finish at least one college lecture before bed. Kyle was being unbearable, taking the pen out of your hand as you tried to write notes, coming up behind you and tapping random keys on your keyboard. You had to sit and bite your tongue to stop yourself from screaming at him.

He lets out another groan, before you hear a loud smash behind you. Turning quickly in your desk chair, your eyes evert to your broken porcelain lamp on the floor by your nightstand, and Kyle looking exceptionally guilty on the edge of the bed.

"Kyle? What the fuck?" You growl, his eyes watching you as you leave your desk and crouch down to pick up the jagged porcelain shards of your now broken lamp.

"S-sorry," Kyle says quietly, fiddling with his fingers in his lap as you try to make sure your floor is safe to walk on.

"What were you thinking Kyle?" You frown, shaking your head in disbelief and dropping the pieces you'd retrieved in the trash can.

"Need-need you," Kyle chokes out as you return to your desk chair, this time covering your ears with your headphones, hoping to drown out the sound of Kyle's pleas. He never took no for an answer, and he couldn't grasp how important college was for you. It may be tough love, but it was the only way you felt you could get your point across.

When your lecture finished, you let out a relieved sigh, dropping the headphones onto your desk and closing your laptop. You turn again in your swivel chair, tiredly rubbing your eyes with the backs of your hands. Kyle was asleep, his lips parted as he exhaled soft breaths. He looked peaceful, and you felt bad that you'd been so harsh to him earlier. Taking off your clothes, leaving you in only your panties, you crawled to nestle into the vacant space next to him on the bed.

You laid on your side, reaching out and brushing the blonde curls from his face. He stirred at your touch, his eyes fluttering open to look at you.

"I'm sorry Ky," you whisper, as a small smile creeps onto his face. He was just happy you were finally giving him attention.

“Sorry,” he says quietly, shuffling his body closer to yours and nestling his head in the crook of your neck. You take a deep breath, feeling his warm breath as it tickled your skin.

“It’s okay, I know,” you respond, planting a kiss reassuringly to his head.

“Make better?” Kyle asks, lifting up his head and looking back into your eyes. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, until you feel something hard poking at your thigh.

You let out a small chuckle, suddenly more awake as Kyle kisses your cheek. The room is dark now, the blinds letting in only the smallest amount of light to illuminate his face.

“How so?” You question, as he sits up, resting his hands on your shoulders and lying you down onto your back.

You watch his movements, as a kiss lands on your chest, just above your breasts. Kyle continues to kiss your chest, until suddenly your nipple is in his mouth. You left out a soft moan as your fingers return to his hair, combing it back out of his face as he hollows his cheeks and sucks.

“That feels so good,” you whine, his other hand coming up to knead your other breast in his palm.

He repeats the motion on the other nipple, before he’s kissing down the valley of your breasts.

You watch in anticipation as his kisses continue to go down further, until his face is square with your clothed heat. His fingers run over the slit, sinking slightly into the material to feel the wet patch in your panties.

“Wet,” Kyle says proudly, making you laugh and rest your head onto the pillow beneath you.

“What are you gonna do now Ky?” You bite your lip as his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties and pull them down your legs.

He’s always so mesmerised by your naked body and there was nothing he found more perfect.

“All mine,” Kyle says firmly, before his mouth makes the first contact with your clit.

You let out a gasp, your hands coming to your sides to ball up the sheet on the bed. Kyle positions your legs over his shoulders, and then dives back down to your pussy.

His tongue glides over your clit again and again, before sliding down to your opening and tasting your sweet arousal. He hums in content at the taste, the vibrations surging through your core.

You’d taught him how to give head from scratch only a few months ago, and now he was definitely a pro.

He sucks your clit into his mouth, suckling softly as your hips begin to rock up into his face.

He holds your thighs open with his hands, burying his face in your pussy and working expertly on getting you closer to the edge.

“So wet,” Kyle repeats, his middle finger making way to your entrance and sinking down into it.

You let out another throaty moan and Kyle inserts a second, and begins to pump them at a slow and pleasant pace.

“Just like that,” you sigh, feeling the build of pressure in your groin rise.

Kyle uses his other hand to seperate your folds from above, exposing your small bud to his hungry mouth. He laps at it in a way that has your toes curling and your jaw slacking.

“I’m gonna cum Kyle- oh fuck!” Kyle speeds up, curling his fingers up to meet your g spot, insistently kitten licking your clit until he feels the pulse under his tongue match the pulse around his fingers.

You almost scream when your climax hits, Kyle working you through your orgasm until your body begins to twitch at the oversensitivity.

“Mm Kyle, stop!” You giggle, as he smiles against your pussy, giving your aching clit a few more kisses before he raises his head.

“Good?” He asks, crawling over your naked body so his face was in line with yours.

You nod, using your thumb to wipe the slick that glistening on his chin.

“I guess I forgive you,” you joke, leaning up and connecting your lips in a heated kiss.

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[casimirsstache]

I miss my boyfriend (he's not my boyfriend, he is Kyle Spencer from season 3 of American horror story: coven, played by Evan Peters)

[whosbloom]

Kyle Spencer » Scaredy cat

⋆.˚ summary/request: “So reader have a cute cat named idk 😭 and one day she bring her cat in the shared bedroom with post death Kyle, he was on his iPad trying to learn some new words when he see reader with a little animal in her arms he get scared because he don’t know what is this lil’ thing, but after reader introduced the cat to him he start to pat him and get comfortable around him.”

⋆.˚ fluffy fluff fluff , franken!kyle , i named the kitty eclipse because i’ve always wanted a cat named eclipse , i feel like this sucks but i always think my writing sucks

The bright screen illuminated his features as Kyle mumbled out the words echoing through his headphones.

He had spent the day learning as much as possible, wanting to be able to communicate with you better for when you would get back.

Though, when you stepped inside the room, he was taken aback by the small black ball of fur curled up in your arms.

“Hey, Kyle.” You smiled lightly as you adjusted your arm carefully, walking over to him and leant over to see what he was working on, before sitting down with a sigh.

His eyes immediately went to the ball of fur, slowly removing the headphones as he listened to it purring. His eyes shot open a bit pit of slight worry and fear, not knowing what it was, only causing him to become nervous.

“You good?” You spoke quietly, following his gaze down to the cat, realization hitting you as you slowly looked back up at him. “It’s a cat.. named him Eclipse.”

His gaze found yours, his brows knitted together as he moved the iPad to sit on the nightstand. “C-cat..?”

You nodded as he spoke, feeling as Eclipse slowly lifted his head and took in his surroundings, eventually looking up at Kyle and meowed. He didn’t know how to react, simply freezing up as he stared into his eyes.

“Kyle, it’s okay. He’s not gonna hurt you.” You laughed lightly, tilting your head to the side a bit. “You can pet him.. he won’t do anything.”

He let out a shaky breath as he carefully brought a hand up and placed it on his back, feeling the soft fur under his fingers as he lightly traced down his back, before mimicking the gesture a few times.

“Cat..” He spoke quietly again, a small smile forming on his lips as he ducked his head done to get closer.

After a minute he looked up at you again, moving his hands around a little to gesture he wanted to hold the cat.

“Alright, alright.. carefully, okay? Don’t want either of you getting hurt.” You moved his arms in a way that he could hold the small kitten, carefully putting Eclipse in his hold and ran your own hand down his back. “I’m assuming you like the cat already?”

He eagerly nodded, looking down at him with a wide smile, using one hand to carefully scratch his chin.

[dangeroustaintedflawed]

ahs coven ୨♡୧

[lostreverb]

genuine question of discussion for booboodaddy tumblr:

AND I AM AWARE having reblogged, liked, commented, supported these kinds of fics i may be throwing myself into the fire im starting if this is a fire at all- (also I'm not completely judging i just was curious on how other people view this)

isn't tate 17? (i know some of you are minors but not ALL of you so im interested on how everyone feels about writing / reading smut for him despite his age)

i just find it interesting there's so much smut about him yet there's such a hard line against doing nbd1!max cooperman when he's like 16-17 himself (not that i would write about him just like the difference in treatment makes me 🤔)

also the amount of smut fics about franken!kyle where he acts very child like kinda uh... makes me feel a bit iffy- do you guys not feel a bit iffy?

ANYWAYSSSS I JUST WANTED TO HEAR WHAT PEOPLE THINK / HAVE TO SAY ABOUT IT b/c it's a thought i've had recently and idk!!!

[vizjpmdose]

In a world of boys, he's a gentleman.

[marchsfreakshow]

American Horror Story Masterlist

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

Tate Langdon:

The Locket With A Masquerade

Sad Goodbyes

The Original Nirvana

The Small Things

Kit Walker:

Quiet Boy 18+

Wounds And All

Lost In A Maze

Sweet Treats And Gentlemen

Kyle Spencer:

Words Are Overrated

Stubbornness

Reading This And That

Innocent Touch

Painting Rain

Heart To Heart

Jimmy Darling

Red Is My Favourite Colour

Sculpting Something More

It's A Sin

Watermelon Ice Cream 18+

James Patrick March

Memories Fading

Poems - 1 2 3 4 5 6

Dangerously Yours

My Sweet Girl 18+

Two Sweet Teeth

Inconsistencies (Part 2)

Clair De Lune

Stay In My Arms

That 80's Song

Heartache In Him

Nightshade

The Stage Is Yours

Opium And Monique Gibeau

Dreary Dreams In A Window

Nicknames And Praise 18+

Loving The Same

Why So Lonely Solitaire?

Need Me More 18+

Bloodthirsty And Lustful 18+

Having Their Fill [ft. The Countess]

Comforting A Murder 18+

Desperate Pain 18+

A Little Piece Of Heaven

Blood And Organs, For You

Familiarities Upon Death

False Protection

Adorations

Kai Anderson

Obsession Over Control 18+

Marionette

His Stalker 18+

Theatrics 18+

A Drug For His Heart

Withdrawals And Heartache

Dandy Mott

Never Leave

Seriously, Don't Cry

Can I Sew Into Your Heart?

Princesses Over Princes

Oh The Sleeping Beauty 18+

Loving The Fool

Such A Crybaby! [Seperate M.list]

You Over Her!

Scared And Red

Violet Harmon

Halloween Exploration

[bloodyboi]

What was the most embarrassing things reader/YN has ever done in a smut you’ve seen?

[xrag-dollx]

Missing you...

franken!Kyle Spencer x fem!reader

Summary: time to say goodbye would come for everyone of us in some kind of way. Kyle now had to make his final goodbye to his dearest friend...

Warnings: angst, mentions of death

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The sun was setting behind the tall curtains, casting a dim, and warm orange glow across the room. Kyle sat on the floor, his back pressed against the couch, his dark eyes fixed on the little cage beside him. Inside, the once lively and curious guinea pig lay motionless, its small chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. You could see the sadness in Kyle’s eyes, a deep sorrow that he couldn't fully express with words.

“G-Gus… s-sleepy,” Kyle mumbled, his voice thick with distress. He reached into the cage, his large hand was trembling as he gently stroked the guinea pig’s fur. Gus had been his companion for five years, a gift from you when Kyle first came to live with you. You had seen the way Kyle bonded with the little creature, how Gus had given Kyle something like a connection to life despite all that he had lost and all that had been taken from him.

You sat down next to Kyle, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Kyle,” you began softly, searching for the right words, “Gus... he's not doing well.”

Kyle turned to look at you, his eyes were pleading for a different answer, something to take away the pain he was feeling. “N-no… no… G-Gus okay,” he stammered, his voice breaking.

You shook your head, tears welling up in your own eyes. “Kyle, I know this is hard… but Gus is very old now. He’s tired… his little body can’t keep going.” You could see the confusion and fear in Kyle’s expression. His lips moved, trying to form words, but nothing came out. All he could do was shake his head in denial.

“He… he w-wake up… l-later?” Kyle asked, his voice barely above a whisper, clinging to a fragile hope that maybe, somehow, Gus would be okay.

You reached into the cage and gently lifted Gus, holding him in your hands. His tiny body felt so fragile, so weak. You placed him in Kyle’s lap, letting him have this one last moment with the pet he loved so much.

“Kyle, sometimes… we have to say goodbye,” you said, your voice breaking with emotion. “It’s the way of life… nothing lasts forever.”

Kyle’s hands wrapped around Gus, cradling him as if he could shield him from the inevitable. “N-no… please… d-don’t go,” he choked out, his eyes squeezing shut as tears began to fall down his cheeks.

You stayed with him, your own heart breaking as you watched Kyle struggle to come to terms with what was happening. He didn’t understand why the world could be so cruel, why something so precious had to be taken away.

“Kyle,” you whispered, leaning closer, “Gus loves you so much. You took such good care of him… he’s been happy with you. But now… it’s time for him to rest.”

Kyle didn’t respond, his gaze locked on Gus, his tears falling onto the guinea pig’s soft fur. The room was silent except for the sound of Kyle’s quiet sobs and the faint, fading breaths of his beloved pet.

Minutes passed, each one feeling like an eternity, until finally, Gus’s breathing stopped. Kyle froze, his hands tightening around the lifeless body as if trying to will it back to life. “N-no… no… no!” he cried out, his voice breaking with anguish.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close as he wept, his body trembling with the force of his grief. “I’m so sorry, Kyle...” you whispered, holding him tightly. “I know it hurts… but you gave Gus so much love. He wasn’t alone… he had you.”

Kyle buried his face in your shoulder, his tears soaking through your shirt. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t find the words to express the pain and loss that was consuming him. All he could do was cling to you, the only comfort he had left.

As the night grew darker, you stayed with Kyle, holding him as he mourned the loss of his friend. You knew this was a pain that would take time to heal, pain that words alone couldn’t ease. But you also knew that, in time, Kyle would find a way to move forward, carrying the memory of Gus with him, a reminder of the love they had shared.

On the following day, Kyle was still deeply mourning over Gus, grappling with the remnants of his memories he had with Gus, as he struggled to let go of his friend.

And there you are now, standing by the small, makeshift grave in the garden. His usually vacant eyes are filled with a rare emotion—grief. In his hands, he cradles a small shoebox with a solemn tenderness, containing his beloved guinea pig, Gus, who had been his constant companion for the past five years. Despite his fragmented mind, Kyle had formed a deep bond with the little creature, who never judged him for the stitches and scars that marked his body.

You stand beside him, a shovel in hand, as the late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the garden. The air is heavy with the scent of earth and blooming flowers, a stark contrast to the somber task at hand. Kyle looks at you with a childlike confusion, a quiet plea in his eyes, as if he's searching for the right way to say goodbye.

"H-here?" he asks, his voice a low, broken whisper as he gestures to a spot near the roses, where the ground is soft and the light gentle.

You nod, giving him a reassuring smile. "Yeah, this is a good spot, Kyle. Gus would like it here."

Kyle kneels down, carefully placing the shoebox in the small hole you’ve dug together. His large hands tremble as he brushes the dirt off the box, his fingers lingering over the lid for a moment longer before he lets go. He looks up at you, his eyes wide and tearing up, silently asking if it's okay to proceed.

Taking the shovel, you slowly begin to cover the box with earth, each movement deliberate and respectful. Kyle watches intently, his lips pressed together in a tight line as if trying to hold back an emotion he doesn’t fully understand. Once the grave is filled, you hand him a small stone to mark the spot.

He takes it with a nod, gently placing it at the head of the grave, his large fingers tracing the shape of the stone. After a moment of silence, he murmurs, "G-gus... safe now." His voice is shaky, but there's a hint of relief in his words.

You place a comforting hand on his shoulder, feeling the tension in his muscles ease just slightly. "Yes...Gus is safe now," you agree softly. "And he’s always going to be with you, in here," you add, tapping his chest.

Kyle’s hand moves to his chest, his brow furrowing as he tries to comprehend the weight of your words. Finally, he gives a slow, understanding nod. "In...here," he repeats, almost as if committing the idea to memory.

You both stand there for a while, letting the moment sink in, the only sound being the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. Even in his disjointed reality, Kyle understands loss, and in this quiet moment, you’ve helped him find a way to mourn and say goodbye.

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Tags: @fear-is-truth @am3ricanh0rrorwh0re @trueangel420 @evanpeterspeter @lacucarachapisser @evanpeterswifeyyy

[fear-is-truth]

KYLE SPENCER isn’t lost, not the way people assume. he remembers things—important things—like the sound of your laugh, the curve of your lips when you smile, and the texture your skin feels under his hands. words don’t always come easily, and sometimes he struggles to piece together his thoughts. but when it comes to this, to you, he doesn’t need words. he understands exactly what he’s doing.

hulking above you, kyle is watching you now, eyes locked on yours as if he’s waiting for the exact moment to move. when he finally does, it’s slow. one of his hands rises to cup your face, he brushes his thumb along your cheek, his eyes never leaving yours. you can feel the weight of his strength in the way his fingers barely press against your skin—he’s holding himself back, terrified of hurting you.

then he leans in.

tentatively, his lips brush against yours before he pauses, warm breath mingling with yours. he’s giving you a chance to stop him. but when you don’t pull away—when your hands find their way to his chest—he takes it as permission. when he kisses you again, it’s different—slower, deeper, more focused. his mouth moves against yours with purpose, tongue sliding along your bottom lip before dipping inside. the kiss is still a little uncoordinated, but there’s an understanding that makes you melt into him.

when you pull back, his eyes snap to yours. his lips are swollen, pale cheeks flushed a dull pink. his pupils are wide, almost swallowing the soft brown of his irises. his hands slide down to your thighs, and he doesn’t fumble or hesitate as he kneels between your legs. his gaze flicks up to yours, searching. you nod, and his lips twitch into the faintest smile, barely there but enough to make your heart ache.

he doesn’t say anything. he doesn’t need to. the way he looks at you says more than words ever could. even now, with every ounce of strength in his body, kyle holds you like you’re made of glass. you can feel the deep, shuddering breath he takes when he slides into you.

he’s giving you everything, letting his actions speak where words fail.

[yes-divine-ruler]

tate langdon

one-shots

smut

Caught  

Ghosts Aren’t Real x kai anderson

Hide and Seek

Sorry Mommy x sub!tate

Every Inch

Whatcha Reading?

Please Touch Me x sub!tate

drabbles/blurbs

riding tate’s face

‎‏‏‎‎kit walker

one-shots

smut

Daddy Doesn’t Know —— Part 1, Part 2

40 Lashes

She Dominates x sub!kit

You Win This Time

Your First Time”

kyle spencer

one-shots

smut

Give it to me, Baby x pre death!kyle

Daddy Needs a Study Break x pre death!kyle

You’re Forgiven x franken!kyle

fluff

Spring Sun x franken!kyle

drabbles

frankenkyle nsfw prompts (1)‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎

jimmy darling

one-shots

angst

I’m Gonna Marry Her Anyway

[casimirsstache]

How can you be this beautiful. Genuinely. I don't think I have ever seen anybody this gorgeous. He looks like he was sent from above, an angel put down on this earth to bless anyone he comes across. He is heavenly. He is divine. He is the love of my life.