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spidybaby · 4 months ago

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A trusting matter

Summary: A confession makes Kylian think you have no trust in him. Making him feel shamed and almost breaking your relationship.

Warnings: cursing, sex talk, slut shaming, sex shaming.

"What is this?"

You turn your head to where he is, finding him walking out of the bathroom. He has something in his hands, reading the back of the box.

"I don't know, what is it?" you ask him.

He tries to read what the box means, but he can't understand any of it.

"Comprimé pelliculé." he reads out loud for you. "What does that even means?"

You frown, stretching your hand to him. "Let me see."

He hands you the box, you want to laugh at him.

It was your birth control pills. He was trying to understand what the box says but the box only reference that the box contains certain amount of pills.

"It's my contraceptive pills." you smile at him, leaving the box on the nightstand next to your side of the bed. "Want to see a movie?"

He's quiet, what is a contraceptive pill? why are you taking them?

"Are you sick?" he asks, worried about it.

You shake your head, smiling at him.

"Healthy as always."

"Then why are you taking these pills?"

You chuckle, finding him adorable. "It's contraceptive, Ky."

"What's that?"

You then get why he was so worried, he doesn't understands what the pills are for.

"They are birth control." You smile.

"Birth control as in anti baby?" He asks, still confused.

You can't help but laugh at him. Thing that makes him pout. Why were you laughing at him?

"I'm not sure if >anti baby< is the right thing to say, but yes."

His mind is still confused, why were you drinking them if he's using protection every time you had sex.

"But I'm using protection." he says, not fully getting the purpose of the pills.

"Yeah, you are."

"Then why are you taking these for?"

You sigh, wondering what's inside of his head for him to be that confused.

"Condoms can break." you say. "And it also helps me with my period, it helps me with my cramps. Not only for the anti baby part." you explain to him.

You left him sitting in bed, grabbing your water bottle and walking to the kitchen. He follows you like a kid who's ready to botter their mother with questions.

"But if the condom breaks, you can take the plan b pill, don't you?"

You roll your eyes, "Yes, that's correct. But I don't want to get to that." You say, low and monotone tone. "Birth control is safer and the fail rate is less than others."

He nods, not asking more questions. He was one not to ask much about health or things like that because you were someone healthy.

"Hey, do you want some cake?" you ask him. Opening the fridge. "I have the one you like." you take the box out of your fridge, placing it on the counter.

He nods happy, accepting a piece of it. You were seated at the top of the counter, he was between your legs as you feed him the cake while jokingly pretending to do the airplane move on him.

"You got some right here." you grab a napkin, wiping the tip of his nose.

He loves spending times like these with you. Only the two of you, things you could only do from time to time due to his agenda. Especially now that he is in Madrid.

You were telling him about this series that you were watching. He was washing the dirty dishes from dinner since you made dinner. He then gets this thought.

"Hey." He says, getting your attention.

You humm, placing the leftover food back on the fridge. You were too focused to notice his mischievous grin. He walks over to you, waiting for you to close the fridge door and turn, hitting his chest in the process.

You left out a laugh when he carries you and places you back on top of the counter. Kissing your lips while his hands grip your hips.

"I was thinking." He began. "Since you are on birth control, I can stop with the condoms."

You stop smiling, looking at him with a frown.

"And it's going to be better, because it's going to be a life saver. All those times we had to stop because I didn't have any left."

He was smiling like crazy, thinking of how much your sex life was going to change with you taking birth control. It was easier, it was faster and he didn't needed to stop when he runs out of condoms.

"Kylian," you sigh, not wanting to have this conversation. "I don't want to stop using condoms."

He frowns, not understanding you.

"Wha-Why?"

You don't want to say the real reason. "I just don't." You push him a little, getting down of the counter and walking back to the room. "It's more safe if we both are protected."

"But isn't birth control enough?" He whines. "Don't you want to feel me completely?" He asks, getting closer.

He hugs you from behind, his lips on your neck, making you shiver at the sensation. He pulls you to him, making you let out a small whine.

"Stop it." You whisper.

You take his hands away from you, walking over to the bathroom to wash your teeth. You can't help but feel a little bit bad about denying him what he wants.

But you can't.

He looks at you from the door. Not understanding why you are so questionable about the topic. He tries to understand that maybe it's because you are fearing that something fails and you get pregnant.

Even if that was the case, he would be by your side with any decision you take. But since it was not the case and he doesn't really know the real reason.

"I get that you are scared, but this can be something good for us." he says, trying to open your mind to the possibilities. "And if pregnancy its what scare-"

"Kylian, please." you say, tired of the talk. "Drop it."

"I'm just saying that you don't have to worry."

"Listen, I don't want to stop using condoms, end of story."

You walk outside of the bathroom, grabbing the clothes from your bed and walking into the closet to hang them.

"I just don't understand why you are so closed to the option."

You stayed quiet, you want to drop the conversation. If only you would have known that leaving your pills there was going to cause so much commotion.

"Y/n?"

You turn your face to him, noticing how his eyes are full of doubt. You just sigh, shaking your head and continue ordering the clothes.

"So you are just going to ignore me?" he asks, mad at your attitude.

You finish, turning to see him. "Kylian, you have been with a lot of people, I haven't. Forgive me for wanting to take care for myself." you explote.

He's taken aback, what are you even meaning?

"Take care of yourself?" he asks mad. "So I'm not safe enough for you to have sex without me wearing a condom?"

"Remember when I told you that maybe doing a test to see if you were fully healthy trigger you?" you ask. "You told me that you had that when you get the medical exams at the club. I asked you that because I don't want whatever you groupies have." you scuff.

You walk out of the room, tired of him insisting on talking about it. You take a few breaths, finally getting what you just said to him. You turn, finding him walking towards his things.

"Kylian." you call.

He just lift his hand, making you shut your mouth. You just observe him pick his things. He doesn't want to say anything back, afraid of telling something wrong.

"You were insisting, I asked you to drop it." you try.

"Yeah, I should have." he says, the way his voice is so low that scares you. "But lucky me I didn't, cause I found out my girlfriend thinks I'm fucking around and that I'm going to catch something and giving it to her."

"Kylian, don't go." you say, blocking the exit. "Let's just calm down and have a conversation."

"Oh! you want to talk now?" he laughs. "Well, now I don't want to."

You watch him go out of your house. Hearing the sound of his car getting away from your property. You feel bad about what the way this conversation goes.

"But why did you even say that?" your best friend says.

You look at her like a kid whose parent is scolding.

"I asked him to stop with the conversation, and when he didn't I lashed out."

You feel the guilt of the words you say to him. You know that what you say hurted him, you know that maybe this isn't something he would forget.

"I tried everything, calling, texting, even went to his place, but he was back in Madrid." you sigh, not sure of what else to do.

Your friend tries to think about what you can do to tried to make your situation right. It's a difficult position, because you lashed out when he kept insisting on doing something you weren't comfortable about.

The thing is, you would have been comfortable, but when you asked him something you asked your last partner, he refused.

Your mother taught you that you needed to be careful when it comes to sex. She works in health care and constantly sees how girl get things because the boys they are with are also with half the city.

Hearing stories about girls being sick and having to go out of their ways to fix something their boyfriends or sex partners got them was your daily stories.

So when you asked Kylian in a not direct way, he told you that he didn't needed that, he got those test every season and every six months thanks to the club.

> "I was thinking" you say, sitting next to him on the couch. "In this biology class I'm taking, they are encouraging us to get these test to now we are healthy."

"Really? what kind?" he asks.

"Oh you know, some blood ones, some normal check out to discard any std, any sickness. And my friends and I are a little bit scared of doing it." You show him the pamphlet.

"Scared?" he asks, a little concerned about you. "Is it that invasive?" he read what the test are.

"Not sure, just you know needles. They are taking their boyfriends and I want to ask if you want to join me, maybe?"

He reads the whole thing, looking at you with a smile. "I've done these tests. They are not that bad." he says. "Don't worry, take it from me."

"Oh, you have?" you ask, smiling. "When was the last time?"

He thinks for a moment. "I think before the year started."

"That's almost eight months ago." you say. "Don't you think that it's better if you get another one?" you say, batting your eyelashes.

"No, thank you." he says. "I'll get one when I get to the medical testing in Madrid. No need for more."

"But, you will do your girlfriend a favor."

"Let me think." he says, pressing his fingers on his temples. He pretends to think about it for a moment. "No, let's go to eat." he says, kissing your temple and walking to the kitchen. <

You met Kylian only six months ago. You didn't sleep with him right away, you wanted to meet him before even think about that. You liked him too much and didn't wanted to rush things.

You know that he was someone who got girls that wanted to spend a night with him. You read news about him "hooking up" with different models or influencers.

That he was flying them to Paris, when he was in PSG. Then when he announced the moving the news were that he was moving this model from Paris with him to Madrid.

You never cared about those things, you trusted him. He was someone who was very family orientated. He prefers to spend the night with him at home than to go out.

When he asked if you wanted to become official, you were thrilled. You love spending time with him, and not to lie but the trips, the gifts and the games passes were an amazing extra thing.

"I'm going to Madrid." You say to your friend.

"You are crazy?" she asks. "What about your job?

"I mean, a signed Real Madrid jersey will do for our boss." you say, writing the email. "Also, I booked him and his mistress some tickets for Hawaii, so he better give me the time or his wife would get the email with the information." you smile at her.

When your boss asked for not one but two signed jerseys, you booked your ticket. You knew where Kylian was living, you even have a copy of his keys for emergencies.

You grab a small bag, packing only a few things. You hoped that he wanted to see you. Your friend drove you to the airport, it was not a long flight. Only two hours and a few minutes. You will survive.

To you luck, you notice how the Real Madrid instagram is posting about the players training, so you have time to think about what you will say and how you would say it.

You have a copy of the pass for the gate, so you with no problem got inside. You tried to think about the situation, mentally hitting yourself for being that mean and dumb.

You know that the two of you were wrong, he on one side for forcing the conversation on you, even when you asked him to drop it in a nice way.

And you, for basically telling him that you didn't want his rabies that he probably got from his one night stands.

You sat down in the couch, tired of overthinking the situation. You don't want to lose him, not over something like that. Even when you basically accused him of cheating.

You were so into your mind that you don't pick the sound of the door opening and closing. You just hear the voices and tense.

He wasn't alone.

"Oh hi!" a dark hair boy says, smiling. "Kylian, you didn't told us you got company, we need more drinks."

You wave at him, a little shy to say something.

"Company?" Kylian asks confused. That's when he sees you, red cheeks and awkward smile. "Hey." he says, walking towards you.

"Hey." you say. "Hi, by the way." you finally say.

"This is Vini." Kylian says, pointing at him. "Vini, this is my girlfriend. I talked to you guys about her."

You smile at him. He still refers about you like his girlfriend.

"Nice to meet you." he smiles. "I'll call Rodry, he will bring more drinks."

You look at Kylian, trying to get an explanation so you don't look too lost. "We are watching a game." he says.

You nod, feeling a little dumb because there's people there and you can't really talk with him like you wanted to.

"No need to call Rodry." you say, standing up. "I'll be upstairs, so you can have more privacy."

You give him a small smile and walk a little fast to the stairs, feeling a little embarrassed about how your plan is going. You feel a hand on your arm, making you turn.

It was Kylian, he then moves his hand from your arm to you own hand. He grabs it, walking upstairs. He leads the way, you can't keep your eyes away from him.

He can feel you sight, he feels the need to turn around. When you two are inside his room he turn around, looking at you with this neutral expression.

You wait for him to say something, but he didn't. He wanted you to start. "Hi." you say, smiling a little. You really don't know what to say.

He want to laugh, but he remembers that he's mad. So he won't do it. You feel defeated, wanting for him to smile at your awkwardness.

"How long are your friends staying?" you ask.

You don't want to talk with him when his friends are downstairs. You want to be able to have a conversation with him and two be able to express how you feel without caring. You can't do that if there's people waiting on him.

"A little bit after the game, we have training in the afternoon, so we can stay a little bit later than normal. But I can ask them to leave right after the game."

You shake your head. "No, it's okay. I can wait."

"Vini did asked Rodry for more drinks, so you kind of have to get down at some point or they will come get you." he jokes.

"Maybe after the break." you smile back. "I'll take a shower first."

He nods, smiling at you. He walks downstairs, wanting to call the night off and hear you out. He wasn't mad anymore, just a little ego hurt. But he can't be mad at you that long. Not you.

"Rodry and Jude are almost here." Vini smiles. "Is your girlfriend joining? or did I scared her when I mentioned drinks?" he asks, joking.

"She's taking a shower, she will join us in a few."

You can hear the way they are screaming and cursing at whatever is going on at the game. You laugh when you hear one of his friends saying something in a very bad french.

The laugh Kylian left out is music to your ears. You sat on the stairs, not feeling like going down. You missed him, his humor and his laugh.

"No way these motherfuckers are only giving two extra minutes." Jude yells. "That's bullshit."

"Innit" Vini laughs, making fun of Jude's accent.

The other three boys laugh, making Jude curse Vini. The game came to an end, you know because the guys criticize the way the referee did and how the coaches did.

You got up, slowly walking upstairs.

"Okay, ladies." Kylian says. "Time to go home."

"We still have drinks." Rodry says.

"My girlfriend just flew in from Paris, pardon me that I want to spend time with her and not with your asses."

You stop on your tracks, wanting to hear more. You feel your heart warming up.

He wanted to spend time with you.

"Got it, let's go, boys."

"You own us one."

"I want to be with my girlfriend now."

You walk back into his room, smiling.

You regret not talking thing with him. You know that everything was avoidable if you would've been honest from the beginning.

You sat on the bed, watching the door carefully. You can't wait any more. The ninety something minutes you spend waiting for the game to be over were killing you.

The door opens quickly. You tried to act as if you weren't waiting for it to open. Earning a chuckle from you boyfriend. You feel the heat in your face, embarrassed of him discovering you.

He closes the door, walking to the bathroom. The door is left open, you can see how he's stripping his clothes. You fall back into the bed, not taking your eyes away from him.

He knows what he is doing.

You can hear the shower. You take a deep breath, mentally hitting yourself. You have to control yourself. You close your eyes, words repeating on and on and on. You know what you want to say and you will say it.

You are to into your thoughts, practicing how you will deliver the words, how you are giving him the message that you trust him and never doubt his loyalty.

You feel a cold hand grabbing you ankle. Making you open your eyes, you saw Kylian with towel around his waist, his eyes glued to yours.

You smile at him. "Hi." you whisper.

He smiles, shaking his head no. He wants to tease you, make you feel desperate. He takes his times changing. Picking carefully the boxers he would use.

You can tell what his plan is, and it's working.

He walks over to you. Sitting on the chair that's on the corner of his bedroom. "Mon cher, Y/n." he smiles mischievously. "What brings you here tonight?"

Your eyes are glued to his, you won't look down at his body.

You have to be strong.

"Don't you have a tshirt?" you ask, making him smile.

"I have tons." he points with his head towards the closet. "But the one I normally use to sleep is the one that you are wearing."

You blush, looking down at the shirt you took from him. "Oh" you say.

You look back at him, noticing how his grin is bigger. "You were saying?"

You sigh, knowing he's not going to give in. You sat back on the bed.

"I want to apologize, what I said was very out of line." you began. "I didn't meant to ever made you feel like I was shaming you for your previous sex life. Neither meant to doubt your loyalty to me."

He looks at you in the eyes. He can tell that you are being honest.

"What trigger your reaction?" he asks. "Was it something that I said in the past? Anything you read online about me?"

"No." you shake your head. "You know how my mom works at this clinic?" you ask him, making him nod. "Well, since I was a kid she told me about how girls that came there had all these problems. They came thinking it was a normal cold and ended up being something else, because their partners were sleeping around. And that made me feel like I needed to be extra careful with all."

"Even with me." he says low. He was saying that more to himself.

"You are the second person I've been with." you say, crawling to the edge of the bed, near the chair. "I felt so much pressure, my mom kept telling me about how I needed to be careful, that football players were always around. And not that I don't trust you, I do. But-"

"But you wanted to be sure you were safe." he finishes your sentence.

You nod, "I trust you, Ky. I do."

He stands up, opening his arms to you. He wraps his arms around your figure, embracing you into a much needed hug.

You inhale his scent, feeling better now that you explained everything to him. Not caring that load of always being alert.

"I'm sorry I was pushy about the subject. It wasn't nice of me."

"No, it's ok-"

"It's not." He interrupts you. "You asked me to drop it, and I kept talking.

He separates from the hug, walking over to his nightstand. He opens the drawer, taking an envelope.

He hands you the envelope. You take it with curiosity. Checking it to know what is it.

He did the test for you.

He wanted you to trust him. Even if that took a small medical check and blood test.

"I know now that it's not because you don't trust me, but because you are protecting yourself." He says, going back into the embrace.

"You didn't have to." You smile at him. "Thank you."

"If that's what it takes to make my girl know that I'm only hers, then I'll do anything."

You grab his cheeks, kissing him.

You missed the taste of him. The way his lips felt against yours. How his warm temperature mix with yours.

"I'm willing to try if you are." You smile, pecking him.

He smiles at you. The way his eyes got a little dark. You separate from him. Putting your arms in the air for him to take your shirt off.

"Je t'aime." He says, kissing your lips before taking the fabric off of you.

You kiss him to shut him up, pushing him down the mattress with you. "Show me how much."

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russo-woso · 4 months ago

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First match || Kyra Cooney-Cross

Request | Masterlist | prompt list

Warning smut 18+, strap on, cunnilingus, squirting

Summary Kyra rewards you after your debut with Arsenal

As the full time whistle blew, you felt arms wrap around you, lifting you up in the air.

“Ky!” You squealed, recognising the smell and touch of the person.

“You played so well, babe. Scoring on your debut.” Kyra told you, putting you down and kissing you.

“Thank you, baby.”

Before you could connect your lips once more, you were being pulled away by various teammates.

You didn’t see Kyra again properly until you both entered the car park, Kyra waiting outside for you.

She kissed your cheek, wrapping her arm round your waist and leading you to the car.

The ride home set an idea of what was to come when you got home.

Kyra’s hand was on your thigh the whole way home, rubbing and squeezing at it gently.

You often caught her gazing at you instead of the road, her eyes full of love and lust.

As soon as your apartment door shut, your back was pressed against it.

Kyra’s lips attacked your neck, marking it.

“Ky…” you breathed, grabbing her neck and pushing it more into your neck.

“Bedroom?” Kyra suggested and you nodded immediately.

Kyra picked you up before carrying you to the bedroom.

Kyra laid you on the bed, taking in the sight in front of her.

One by one, you both took each others clothes of, admiring each other.

Kyra leaned down and planted kisses along your collarbone before turning her attention to your boobs.

“That feels so good ky.”

Kyra’s lips continued travelling down your body, stopping as she got to your inner thighs.

She gripped them gently, before licking through your folds.

“Fuck.” You moaned, pleasure coursing through your body.

Kyra’s tongued explored your pussy like it was the first time.

Her tongue lapped over your clit continuously, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Baby, please don’t stop, please. God, ‘m gonna cum. Fuck!” You cried, your juices flowing into Kyra’s awaiting mouth.

She lifted her head with a smirk on her face, half of it covered in your juices.

“Such a good girl coming for me.” Kyra muttered, leaning over to the bedside table and grabbing the strap and harness. “Gonna cum around my dick now, aren’t you?”

“Yes, ky.”

Kyra lined the strap with your entrance, gently pushing in.

Rubbing your clit to distract you from the sting, Kyra eventually bottomed out.

She let you get used to it for a moment before pulling out and back in.

You gasped at the feel of it, the feeling being a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Kyra’s thrusts increased in pace and strength, the strap hitting your g spot perfectly.

“Kyra.” You moaned, reaching for her back, your fingernails digging into her shoulders. “Feels so fucking good.”

“Being such a good girl for me.”

“I’m so close, ky. Please don’t stop, baby.”

In one quick movement, Kyra flipped you so you were now straddling her, the strap still buried in your pussy.

“Ride it.” Kyra said, grabbing ahold of your hips.

You bounced up and down, using all your energy to get close to the edge.

It didn’t long to do so, the strap hitting all the places you wanted it to.

As you were about to cum, your movements slowed down, your legs aching.

Kyra garner your back, pulling you into her chest before pounding into you.

With a cry of her name, you squirted all over the strap, wetting Kyra and the bed.

“Fuck.” You gasped, realisation of what had just happened. “Ky, I’m so sorry.”

“Baby, why you saying sorry? That’s was fucking hot.” The Australian told you, kissing your head as it dropped onto her chest.

“That was incredible.” You mumbled, the strap slipping out of you.

“You deserved it all, especially after tonight’s match.”

“Love you, ky.”

“Love you too, baby.”

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star-girl69 · 5 months ago

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giving the people what they want 🙏

warnings: ofc swearing and yes we get VERY freaky yet AGAIN, y/n refers to herself as kk’s controversially young gf bc i think it’s funny, deal w it

—-

you: babe we should do this trend

kk: yes come over

kk: don’t even have to film it i’ll do it for free

you: i know u wanna kiss me 💋

kk: i think that’s obvious

you: no it’s a tik tok sound

kk: ok great come over and kiss me

you: ok… calm down… i’m coming

kk: really???

you: what is wrong with u.

kk: i’m sorry plz forgive me ma’am

—-

you: come over

kk: yes i’m omw

you: amazing response time btw

—-

YOU: WHWN THEY CALLED OFF THE CIRCUS BURNED THR DISCO DOWN WHEN THEY SENT HOME THE HORSED AND THE RODEO CLOWNS IM STILL OM THAT TIGHTROPE IM STILL TRYING EVERYTHING TO GET U LAUGHINF AT ME AND IM STILK A BELIEVER BUT I DONT KNOW WHY IVE NEVER BEEN A NATURAL ALL I DO IS TRY TRY TRY IM STILL ON THAT TRAPEZE IM STILK TRYING EVERYTHING TO KEEP U LOOKING AF ME

kk: is this taylor swift?

you: omg u got it right?? i’m so proud ❤️

kk: i learned from the best 💪

—-

you: why do u have no food in ur apartment

kk: ?? we have food

you: literally here rn and u don’t

kk: me and laila went shopping yesterday babe

you: *laila and i

kk: same thing

kk: i’m sure u can find something

you: i cant and im starving

kk: baby there’s food

you: i’m never eating again bye

you: i hate u healthy freaks

you: buy potato chips like normal ppl

kk: okay baby

…

you: i was hangry im sorry

kk: i figured 😂 no worries babe

kk: did u eat?

you: yes i had to doordash tho

kk: 🙄

—-

kk: i love u

you: PLEASE DONT KYS

kk: what????

you: i’m sorry it’s an automatic response

you: i love u too ❤️

kk: u confuse me sometimes

you: then i’m succeeding at being ur controversially young gf who’s references u don’t understand 🫡

—-

you: do u hate me?

kk: no ofc not

you: are u sure?

kk: yes i’m sure where is this coming from babe?

you: u let go of my hand earlier ☹️

kk: babe are u fr rn?

you: bye u hate me ok i’ll just see myself out

kk: and i’ll just drag u right back in bc i don’t hate u

kk: when did i even let go of ur hand?

you: when u were adjusting the bags ☹️

kk: ok so

kk: i let go of ur hand for one second to adjust the shopping bags i was carrying for u and u think i hate u?

you: yes exactly

you: do u?

kk: i love u my very clingy girl 😂

—-

kk: what is aura?

you: like aura points or the actual metaphysical thing

you: pls use it in a sentence

kk: “this dance is giving u negative aura points”

you: ok translation: doing this dance makes u look like a fucking loser

you: basically it’s like coolness

you: like if i tell someone “outfit gives u +1000 aura points” i’m basically saying like ur fit ate

kk: oh i see

kk: thank u baby

you: controversially young gf to the rescue 🫡

kk: u do realize ur not that much younger than me right

kk: like it’s not controversial

you: can u let me have this.

kk: okay baby ur my controversially young gf

you: thank u very much ❤️

—-

you: stop cheating on me.

kk: excuse me?

kk: i’m literally standing across from u. we’re in the same room right now

you: tell that bitch to back off before i do

kk: are u jealous?

you: obviously not. come here now

you: please

kk: yes ma’am

kk: i don’t even know who ur talking about btw

you: the blonde?

kk: i was genuinely too busy looking at u to notice

—-

you: omg this is so us.

kk: it’s a deer and a raccoon??

you: u just don’t get it…

kk: what is there to get

you: see the deer is me and u are the raccoon and the raccoon is hugging and kissing the deer

you: bc like ur so clingy

kk: unfortunately that makes sense

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you: i miss you

kk: yeah baby?

you: please come over

kk: i cant rn babe

you: please baby i miss u so muchhhh

kk: i’m sorryyyy sweetheart

kk: i’ll see what i can do but probably in an hour yeah?

you: that’s too long

you: come over now

kk: i’m sorry babe i cant

you: please caroline

you: i need you

kk: 30 mins

you: i need u really badly though…

kk: 20 minutes i promise

you: caroline please i really really need u rn

you: u know where i need u

kk: be there in 5

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#caroline harvey #caroline harvey x reader #kk harvey #kk harvey x reader

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wileys-russo · 10 months ago

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Kcc "ky,no,thats just for childs" shopping center

changed the wording up just a smidge for kidsII k.cooney cross

"babe are you done now?" you rolled your eyes at the whine from outside, fixing the top of the dress you were trying on and looking at yourself in the mirror.

"no! just sit patiently ky." you chuckled at the groan which followed, kyra slumping back down into the chair and tapping her feet, already bored of everything on her phone as her eyes roamed the store.

you'd warned her when you'd made the plans to go shopping that she shouldn't come, knowing how easily she got bored and detested shopping for the most part.

but kyra still insisted on accompanying you, though as she sat waiting in what felt like the 100th store she was starting to regret her decision. you had a family wedding coming up and needed to find something to wear, and kyra should have known you'd test out every possible option before deciding on anything.

"what do you think?" her attention snapped up as you stepped out of the change rooms, twirling as a smile settled on her lips. "i think you look gorgeous babe, just like you did in the last five." kyra complimented as you shot her a playful glare.

"i've got two more to try on and then we're done." you promised sending her a smile as she sighed in relief, tapping her lips as you rolled your eyes but pecked them anyway.

"good! i can't wait to go home." kyra sighed happily as you gave her a funny look. "done in this store baby, not done done." you corrected before pulling the change room curtains shut as your girlfriend let out a long and tired groan.

it was two hours later that kyra's thin veil of patience disappeared all together.

"kyra. two more stores! come on." you held your hand out and wiggled your fingers as she shook her head, rooted to the spot with her arms crossed and a scowl.

"you've already bought two options, pick one and lets go." kyra huffed, holding the car keys captive in her pocket as you shook your head. "i warned you i'd be awhile and you still insisted on coming, you're being a child!" you warned as the girl shrugged.

"alright, fine." she turned on heel as you exhaled and started to follow after her, not really having much of a choice since she also insisted on carrying your bag which had your phone and wallet in it.

"what are you doing?" you asked deadpan as she stopped and sat down on a childrens carousel, far too large for the small firetruck she somehow squeezed herself into.

"ky no, those are for kids." you warned as she shrugged unbothered, wiggling her way in until she was comfortable. "well if i'm acting like a child then its fine. you go shopping, i'll be here going around and around until you're done!" your girlfriend tapped her card to start the carousel as you stared in disbelief.

"you are unbelievable." you sighed, grabbing your bag off of her as she span past and held it out before walking off and leaving her behind.

but as she did with nearly everything, kyra eventually grew bored of the carousel, having rode it around and around for about half an hour still with no sign of you returning. but as the ride eventually came to a stop, kyra was met with yet another problem.

a grunt came from her mouth as she tried to pull herself out of the small firetruck but found she could only get one leg out, the other wedged inside as the australian let out a groan.

"kyra? ky!" the midfielder winced hearing some new voices call out her name, glancing over her shoulder to see charli and a couple of her spurs teammates making their way over.

quickly jumping back in to save face kyra plastered a smile on her face and waved as the girls arrived. "why are you sitting on a kids ride?" charli snickered as kyra shrugged.

"girlfriends shopping, we've been here since ten." kyra groaned as charli grinned, her friends excusing themselves to wander into a nearby jewelry store.

"let me guess, she told you not to come but you did anyway?" charli smiled knowingly as kyra rolled her eyes but her lack of answer was enough of an answer anyway.

"and, you're stuck. aren't you?" charli's smile widened as kyra stuttered trying to come up with an excuse but failing to do so hung her head. "yes." the brunette mumbled as charli's laugh echoed around and kyra reached out to smack her.

"shut up!" kyra warned with a huff, her best friends laughs dying down to chuckles as she stepped in to try and help, arms hooking under her elbows and trying to pull her out to no avail.

"charli?" the blonde glanced over her shoulder seeing you stood with a bag in hand and a confused look in her eyes. "kyras stuck!" the australian grinned gleefully as kyra groaned and punched her in the arm.

"didn't i tell you these were for kids?" you sighed, shaking your head in disappointment as you came closer, your girlfriend avoiding your gaze all together, apparently the only one who felt sorry for herself.

"right, you grab her knee, i'll grab her arms." you dropped your bag on the floor with the rest of them kyra had stayed with and sighed, you and charli moving positions and counting down.

nodding you both started to pull and tug at the midfielder, ignoring her constant overdramatic whines of pain, both of you telling her to shut up and reminding the only person who was really to blame was kyra herself.

eventually a few people had gathered, clearly catching onto what was happening as a couple of security guards were next to follow, charli's friends returning and watching on in amusement as you and charli stepped aside and the guards took over.

with their much larger forms and kyra falling silent at the manhandling, face burning red with embarrassment as you took a few photos, kyra's ears heating up as eventually she was freed and the small crowd clapped.

nodding her head at the stern warnings from centre management not to do anything like that again the crowd was dispersed and everyone went about their day, charli and her friends also heading off after teasing kyra who huffed and hung her head in shame.

"come on babe, lets go home." you grinned, tugging on your girlfriends hoodie as she wandered beside you with her arms crossed, having pulled her hood over her head as a means to try and disguise herself.

"careful, don't get stuck." you quipped teasingly as kyra slid into the car and shot you a glare, clicking her seatbelt in with a huff as you loaded your bags in the back and did the same.

"stop pouting! its your own fault you idiot." you laughed, leaning across the console to press a few kisses to the brunettes jutted out lips before shifting the car into drive.

"babe you sent the videos to the entire team!?"

#woso community #woso #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso blurbs #kyra cooney cross x reader #kyra cooney cross

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 8 months ago

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hey ari, i’m truly having an awful night. there’s a free pass for anything that involves someone being protective against a shitty guardian/parental figure. i wish jason todd would’ve kicked my dads ass tonight.

Lee took to Alfred much more warmly, peppering him with little boy questions about dinosaurs and oddly enough... piccolos? Which made the butler wonder if there was not a single neurotypical person in the entire family.

Adorable. He was enchanted. All dimples and curls. He'd carried Alfred a mug of tea managing to only spill half of it on the floor for the boxer and the wolf hound. And to get under your feet nearly causing you to fall twice- managing to get exiled to play outside with his dog.

It was a lovely afternoon. Watching Jason be so... soft. So helplessly in love with his wife and his children. Excited to be a new father. He enjoyed doting on his wife and fussing over his kids. He was comfortable in the vintage kitchen and the narrow halls. He liked the routine. Coming home to something stable.

When you started stretching your back in your kitchen chair, Jason smiled a little, "C'mon, let's get you on the couch."

"I'm fine, I just needed to-"

"Let's please not have to take you back to the hospital," Jason coaxed, helping you to your feet. "I'll tell Lee he needs to run in sight of the bay window every so often."

You snort and let him help you, grateful that he's strong enough to catch you if you need him to. It's comforting. He's comforting. Between his bulk beside you and Boris behind you. By the time he has you on the sofa you already feel better. At least until your phone rang.

"Hello?"

Jason frowned. He could tell from the look on your face who it was and he got Alfred seated listening with half an ear. Your biological father wanted money. Again. Either to have it put on his books or your sisters.

It hardly mattered. The divorce happened. Battle lines got drawn. You chose mom Mandy chose dad. Now you raised Mandy's kids and got "everything handed to you" as far as she could tell. Never mind trusts and adoptions. Or love. Or duty.

He gave Alfred a meaningful look and took a deep breath. Your biological dad and your sister were both banned. They both had no contact orders. And the second they upset you he'd be hanging up.

Your voice cracked. And tears fell.

And gently but firmly Jason plucked the phone from your hand, "If you're that fucking worried about Mandy's books use store brand instead of name brand for your meth and cut costs. Figure it out. Call here again and I'll report you to your PO." But before he could reply he hung up.

"Jay-"

"Shh," he soothed, "don't cry baby girl."

"God I hate it."

"I know," he hummed, wrapping his arms around you. "But you're doing good. Just breathe." He broke off and wiped your face, kissing your forehead, "I can't get you a shot but I can get the baby a snack," he teased, "what do they want?"

"Milk chocolate sea salt caramel truffles," you tell him.

He grinned and kissed your nose before standing up, "Alfred, did you feel up to going to the store with me or do you want to stay and keep Y/N company?"

"Well obviously," Alfred said sipping a fresh cup of tea, "I'm going to stay here and be nosey."

"Ky it is," Jason said, "I'll take a kid and a grocery list... then maybe we won't come home with half the cereal aisle."

"We hope," you tell him smiling.

"Shh," Jason said. "Be nice to me and I'll buy more than one bag of truffles."

"You should probably do that anyway," Alfred observed. "For practical reasons."

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #ask answered #minors dni #reader insert #disowned!verse

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drvirgus · 7 months ago

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Protecting (my heart)

Idol! Minji X bodyguard! Reader

Description: getting a new job as NewJeans bodyguard isn't really something Y/n thought would happen to her. What exactly happens when she suddenly felt attracted to one of the NewJeans members? Can Y/n stay professional or are her feelings for Minji too much to handle?

Warnings: stalking; harassment; kys jokes; suggestive language; death threats; mention of abuse; mention of murder;

Chapter: hidden camera (half-Written)

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My brow furrowed as I opened each cupboard in Minji's room. My heart raced as my suspicions gradually seemed to be confirmed. I noticed Minji returning to her room after receiving my message. Confusion was written all over her face as she looked at me. My hands clenched into fists as I glared at her with narrowed eyes, the vein on my forehead visible and my face red with anger.

Minji swallowed, "Baby. What's wrong?" she asked, seeing how I looked in that moment. She didn't know her stalker was writing to her. Sure, she could check repeatedly, but I knew she wasn't doing it. My breath quickened as I clenched my jaw, "Show me all the gifts you've kept," I demanded, which only confused Minji more. Hesitantly, she nodded and pointed to several small gifts. They were various items: some stuffed animals, glasses, trinkets, and more.

My hands grasped each gift and I threw them into the box on the floor that Minji once used to tidy up her room. Minji's eyes widened as she watched me throw each gift into the box, "What are you doing?" she asked louder now, attracting the attention of the others. I noticed the door opening wider and the familiar faces of NewJeans appearing.

My jaw still clenched as I inspected each item before tossing it into the box. My eyes narrowed as I simply ignored my steady girlfriend. I could feel Minji now gripping my hand, trying to stop me from what I was doing. With a swift and perhaps slightly rough movement, I pulled my hand away from hers, "Get out of my way!" I said louder now. The anger and perhaps also the desperation I'd been carrying for weeks were audible.

"What is going on here?" Danielle asked, seemingly shocked that I raised my voice. Her mouth open as she clung more to Hyein. I sighed as I continued with my task. The voices of my girlfriend and her members faded into the background.

"She's throwing my stuff away!" Minji

"She must have a reason," Haerin

"This is crazy," Danielle

"Calm down first," Hanni

"What happened?" Hanni

Sighing, I stopped, but my mouth opened as I saw a rather large and muscular teddy bear on the desk that Minji often used at night to write in her diary. My mouth opened, "Minji," I said quietly. The teddy bear was pointed directly at the bed.

Minji turned to me, her eyes still somewhat angry, "WHAT?!" she asked rather snappishly, which would normally make me smile, but now wasn't the time. I swallowed, "That teddy bear there..." I murmured, nodding towards the bear, "Did a fan give that to you too?" I asked quietly, which only confused Minji more. She looked at the teddy bear and nodded her head.

My brow furrowed even more, and I let go of the box. I noticed Minji's phone, which was in my pocket, start to vibrate as I moved closer to the teddy bear. I fished the phone out of my pocket and looked at the message from the stalker. My suspicion was now fully confirmed.

My eyes narrowed in anger as I stared at the teddy bear while typing my response to the message. My breath quickened. The others just watched as I picked up the teddy bear and tore its head off. Every mouth dropped open, and I noticed Minji coming closer to me.

"Wait, damn it!" I shouted at her as my hand slipped into the torn-off head of the teddy bear. My eyes darkened with pure rage as I felt the outline of something metallic. Carefully, I pulled the piece out of the head and examined it.

My breath caught as I looked at the hidden camera inside the teddy bear. A laugh escaped me, filled with disdain and anger towards this person. This person had actually managed to give Minji such a gift... This person watched her change clothes...

"W-What is that?" Hanni asked, her eyes wide as she saw the small camera in my hand. Minji's eyes widened in horror. With narrowed eyes, I slipped the camera into my pocket without breaking it. I hoped we could trace the camera back to its source.

"Get all your fan gifts. Every one of you," I said seriously as I looked at each of them. The younger ones immediately went to their rooms, while Hanni still remained in Minji's room. My jaw clenched, "This is my fault," I murmured quietly as I ran a hand through my hair. Defeated and desperate, I picked up the broken teddy bear and threw it into the box. "I was distracted."

"D-Distracted?" Minji asked, looking at me uncertainly, her eyes filled with tears as she continued to gaze at me. I swallowed. My heart sped up as I just went to my girlfriend and pulled her into my arms. "Everything's fine. I'm here," I said quietly as my hand gently stroked her back. "I'll protect you. You don't need to be afraid."

I felt Minji hold me even tighter. "I'm not afraid," she murmured. "Not of the stalker, at least."

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Taglist: @itzzyyyyyyydaaaa @alexxeey @acegaydar @sixflame438

#newjeans hanni #danielle #newjeans #haerin #newjeans hyein #minji x reader #itzy yeji #newjeans minji #itzy x reader #hanni pham #newjeans smau

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violet-harmon2011 · 8 months ago

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going to a party with frat!kyle

kyle the type of guy to never let you go out alone at night

you need to be with your friends, or he's coming with you

WILL beat up anyone who even looks at you wrong

hates going to parties without you

and if you get intoxicated, he's super protective

obvi he isn't overbearing, so when you slip away from him, he doesn't notice how drunk you are...

...until one of his frat bros points out that you're dancing on top of a table

and then it's like that scene from 10 things i hate about you (!!) and you bonk your head on the chandelier and kyle being the chivalrous hero he is catches you when you fall and takes care of you when you have a concussion even after you vomit on his shoes

deals with all your drunken antics

"get away, mister! i have a boyfriend, you know"

"is he blonde and about a foot taller and do you call him ky?" he would chuckle at the way your eyes light up

"he's only like...(counts on fingers) eight inches taller. hey! how do you know what my boyfriend looks like, stalker?!"

five minutes later, you would pass out in his arms and he would carry you home

lays you in bed and kisses your forehead, "love you, sunshine"

dotes on you even though you aren't awake just bc you look so peaceful and gorgeous asleep

takes your makeup off for you

"ahh cold" you try to push his caring hands away

"sorry, baby, it'll feel better in the morning, promise"

will only ever have eyes for you

and oh, those gorgeous chocolate brown puppy eyes

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hatelangdon · 1 year ago

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Promise Ring.

Pt 2 of this fic/ 1.4k words.

(Franken!Kyle x Witch!Reader)

Slight angst, Hurt/comfort, & fluff

(🚨Warnings: Talks of Fever, Being sick, Crying, Screaming, Possible panic attack🚨)

Summary: After removing Kyle from his problematic situation with Madison, You notice that the poor zombie has also developed some kind of sickness, possibly from the neglect he experienced in the midst of his heartbreak. He has become your "responsibility" so you take care of him and show him a kindness and gentleness that he hasn't experienced before.

(A/N: ...This is very long, I am so sorry but I absolutely love sick!hurt/comfort and I got a lil carried away because Kyle is my sweet angel and I would feel so bad if he didn't feel good, because he definitely doesn't understand why :(....also y'all are going to jump me but there's going to be a part 3 🤓☝🏾 that will be actually taking care of Kyle because I know that is what ya'll want. )

Also, this is not proofread i'm sorry, but once again...Kim, there's people that are dying.

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You had put Kyle to bed in your room, he didn't protest much.

Your bedding was very soft, and the sheets smelled of you and lavender pillow spray.

You already had him lying down, piling your purple weighted blanket over his body, which surprised him but he remained calm.

"Are you alright? Do you need anything?" You moved some of his hair from his face, he suddenly grabbed your hand which slightly scared you, but he was gentle.

He pressed your hand up against his face, right on the scar under his right eye from the accident, he looked up into your eyes lovingly.

"y/n t-t-thank you"

"You're welcome Kyle, I know it can be hard sometimes. You've gone through a lot, honey." You gave him a encouraging boop on the nose.

He blinked twice at you, probably trying to decipher what you were feeling, but he knew that you called him honey and honey was good so he smiled, pressing your palm to his dimpled cheek, you could tell that he was getting sleepy from the way he completely squished his face into your hand and how slowly he was blinking.

"Go to sleep Kyle, I'm right here for you."

He nodded, his eyes closing almost obediently.

Once you were sure that he was asleep from his soft breathing, you moved yourself into your papasan chair in the corner, you wanted Kyle to be as comfortable as possible and have a bed to himself.

There was already a blanket in the chair, so you wrapped it around yourself, it was pretty comfy, you'd fallen asleep in in a dozen times before.

You turned off the lamp that illuminated the room in warm white lighting, and slowly found yourself drifting into unconsciousness.

3:42 a.m.

You were woken from your sleep by a shift of weight on top of your body.

You almost freaked out, thinking sleep paralysis had gotten ahold of you, but you were surprised by soft tufts of blonde hair tickling your face, and warm skin against your chest.

Kyle had balled himself in your lap, his arms completely wrapped around your torso, and his head lying on your chest it didn't look like a comfortable position, considering he was much taller than you and practically slipping off the chair.

"Kyle?" You rubbed him on his back gently, trying to wake him up.

He must've been already awake, because you were immediately met with a long groan.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you in the bed?"

"Comfort." he whispered

You cooed, feeling your heart flutter

"Well wouldn't you be more comfortable in the bed?"

He shook his head

"Want...y-you." He said it like it was the plainest thing in the world

You felt your face heat up.

"Well cmon, you can still be with me but let's get in bed. You're falling off the chair Ky."

He grunted, his grip around you tightened

"I'll lay with you, we're just gonna get back in bed okay?"

Kyle sighed and groaned, like the moody baby he was...but he obliged, standing up. His eyes were squinted from the tiny bits of morning light coming through the curtains

You guided him to the bed laying down first, patting a spot for him to lay in your arms.

He immediately crawled into your embrace, letting out a sigh of relief as you wrapped your body around his. You pressed your head into the back of his neck, feeling the warmth radiating.

"Try to get some sleep, Kyle. Alright?"

By the time you had got your words out you could already hear soft snores coming from his lips

5:56 a.m.

The second time you woke up, was from Kyle tossing and turning in his sleep.

At first you thought he was having another nightmare but his face was red and you could feel the heat radiating off of his skin so it seemed like there was something more.

"Kyle, wake up. It's okay you're just having a bad dream."

You tapped him on his chest, trying to wake him up.

He Immediately sat up, hyperventilating and sobbing, his head felt like it was pulsating and he could feel his racing heartbeat in his ears, he wasn't recognizing his surroundings at first, he was scared.

You reached out to comfort him, placing a hand gently on his shoulder.

"Kyle, what's wron-"

He, threw your hand off of him, and jumped out of the bed.

"NO!"

He was having one of his "fits" Kyle often didn't know how to process his emotions when he was upset, he had lost his sense of emotional regulation and his ability to communicate when Zoe and Madison brought him back.

"NO! NO! NO!"

He grabbed the lamp on your nightstand and threw it to the ground, the glass going everywhere

"KYLE NO, STOP," you grabbed his arm to stop him breaking anything else "you're okay! You're okay! You're not in any danger!" you turned him to look at you, you could tell his eyes were pleading for some sense of understanding, while his brain worked at a million miles a minute trying to connect his pain and confusion to a reason besides anger and a imminent threat.

After a couple of seconds he recognized you as a safe face. He looked around at what he did, all of the glass on the floor and your worried face.

Tears started falling from his eyes, and he reached out to you, he needed touch.

"Kyle, oh come here." You hugged him right away, crossing the sea of glass in your crocs.

"I understand you're upset angel. Come sit down, be careful." You guided him back over to the bed, making sure he didn't cut his feet.

He was completely red in the face, and the tears just wouldn't stop. He was crying so hard, that it looked painful.

"Kyle, I think you're sick baby. You don't feel good do you? It's okay to not feel good, we can fix it."

His big, teary, brown eyes peered into yours as he blinked slowly, not understanding.

"Can I touch you Kyle? Is that alright?"

He hesitated for a second before nodding. You felt his forehead, and he practically melted into your touch which was a relief to his warm skin, he definitely had a fever.

"Does it hurt in here?" You tapped his forehead and he nodded

"Okay, can you show me if it hurts anywhere else?"

He motioned to his stomach patting it, as well as his back, he was finally feeling understood by someone.

You nodded, patting his head to signify that you understood him.

"You're sick Kyle, but that's alright. I'll take care of you. That just means that your body needs some time to calm down and fight something that's not supposed to be in there."

He didn't fully understand what you were talking about, but he trusted that you knew what would make him better.

He always thought you were so smart, even when Zoe was around he noticed how kind you were and how you always seemed to have answers.

"Alright, first things first! I gotta clean up this glass, stay here and lay down." You rubbed his cheek.

Just the notion of you leaving him, made him cry harder as he grabbed onto your arm.

"Kyle, I'm not gonna leave you, I'm not" you shushed him "I'm coming right back, I promise"

He wasn't letting up Zoe had said those same words to him, and she walked straight out of his life after promising that she would be in it forever.

"listen, I take promises very seriously," you gently kissed his forehead and removed one of your rings from your finger. It was silver, and heart shaped with a rose quartz stone "This is the ring my best friend gave me before I had to leave my town," you pressed it into his hand "as long as I'm gone, you get to keep it, that's how you know I'm coming back. It's very important to me, and so are you."

Kyle just stared at the ring, it was very pretty.

"You are important to me"

he understood that enough to let you go.

(Pt 3)

#IM SO SORRY BUT THIS NEEDS A PART 3 #american horror story #ahs coven #evan peters #ahs fandom #franken kyle #kyle spencer #fanfic #ahs murder house #evan peters x reader #american horror story coven #american horror murder house #tate langdon #evan peters fanfic #kit walker #ahs asylum #james patrick march

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nattinatalia · 2 years ago

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Jack Harlow x Reader : THAT’S NOT MAMA!

Your husband had just texted you from his at home studio that the official trailer for his movie, White Men Can’t Jump, was out.

You had suggested watching it together in the living room, kids included, to see their reaction to their dad doing something else other than music.

“Ugh dad I was playing.” Ez says grumpily.

“You’ll go back soon, let’s just watch this real quick.” The four of you are sitting across the television.

You’re biting your nails due to nerves. He did warn you about some specific scenes, but you told him you understood.

“Ohhh daddy, is this your movie?” Mia asks, the trailer already playing.

“Yeah bug, this is it.” Jack tells her proudly.

“What is a white girl in Whole Foods?” Ez asks.

You and Jack share a laugh but continue watching it, the kids asking little questions here and there.

“Boo-boo juice that’s funny and looks nasty daddy.”

“Yeah I don’t wanna drink that. Yuck.” Ezequiel pretends to barf.

Mia gasps, “Daddy, that’s not nice.”

“What?”

“You making fun of his ears.”

“It’s part of the movie bug.” You tell her.

“Did you say sorry after?”

Jack nods, “I did princess.”

Once the trailer was over, you see Ezequiel whispering something in Mia’s ear. They both turn to look at Jack.

“Can we watch it again?” Mia asks him.

Of course Jack plays it again for them.

“STOP PAUSE.” Ez yells.

“What?” You ask him, getting worried.

“See Mia, there.” Ezequiel stands up and points to the television.

Mia stands up and walks towards her brother and they have a mini conversation you can’t hear. Both their little arms are making movements in the air.

Once they are done, they both turn to look at Jack and glare at him.

“W-what did I do?” He’s confused, looking at you then back at the kids.

“THAT.” Ez points. “NOT MOMMA. YOU IN BIG TROUBLE.”

“You can’t kiss other girls daddy, that’s bad bad, like really bad.” Mia tells him, her eyes are getting watery.

“Do you not love mommy?”

You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to muffle your laugh from the kids.

“What? Of course I love mommy.”

“Then why kiss other girl huh?” Ez asks him, his hands on his waist.

“It’s just a movie, little man, it’s fake.”

“Fake? I see it there, kissing her and laughing. It’s no funny.”

“Ezequiel, some movies or most movies aren’t real. It’s acting, you’ll understand more when you’re a bit older. But I promise you, I love your mommy.” Jack tries to reassure the kids.

“You okay momma?” Your sons come up to you, holding your hands.

You smile at him. “Yes my baby boy, I’m totally fine.”

“Okay.” He then walks to Jack. “Cool movie.” They fist bump and Ezequiel walks out the living room and back to the playroom.

Mia is standing by the television.

“You okay bug?” Jack asks her.

“You and mommy okay? You not moving houses like Nino Urby and Nina?”

“Oh baby.” Jack carries her to his chest. “I promise you, mommy and I are more than okay. We love each other so much, we’re not going anywhere.”

“That hurt my feelings, but you sound funny in your movie daddy. You’re a star.” Mia tells him, while playing with his beard.

“Thank you princess.” He kisses her head and sets her down.

“No more being sad baby, like daddy told Ez, it’s all part of the movie. Your daddy isn’t going anywhere.” You reassure your daughter.

“Okay mommy.” She hugs you. “Going to make sure Cheesy isn’t doing a mess.” She runs off to the playroom.

Jack is staring at you with raised eyebrows. “What Jackman?”

“Our kids were ready to knock me out.”

You chuckle. “No they were not.”

“Babe, yes they were, I was scared for my life. I thought Ezequiel was about to punch me.”

“You’re so dramatic.” You laugh, going up to him and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I’m proud of you though.”

That makes him smile, he places his hands on your ass. “Yeah? Even with the kiss scene?”

“The kids gave you enough shit about it, I’ll save my comments to myself.” You play with his KY chain, your favorite chain on him.

“Oh so you did feel some type of way about it?” He squeezes both ass cheeks, smirking about it.

You roll your eyes and playful smack him on his chest. “You are loving this aren’t you?”

He nods, “It takes me back to when you first showed your jealous side.”

“We are not going there Jackman.” You glare at him, but then smile. “But I’ll get my revenge for it though, you just wait and see.”

“Wait what?”

“My next music video, let’s just say it’s not YouTube appropriate.”

“Y/N that’s not fair.”

“It’s okay baby, because it’s all fake right?” You smirk and get on your tippy toes to peck him. “But I am proud of you bubs, I can’t wait to watch it.”

“Maybe without the kids?” He suggests.

You laugh at that, “If you don’t want mini glares the entire time, then yes that’s best.”

You two share a kiss and you continue to tell him how proud you are of him. He gets shy whenever you praise him, so you enjoy it every single time.

“MOM, DAD, EZEQUIEL IS ANNOYING.”

“NO I’M NOT.”

“YES YOU ARE, STOP SAYING THAT.”

You and Jack share a look and smile.

“DON’T WORRY MAMI.. DON’T WORRY MAMI. DON’T WORRY MAMI.” Ezequiel yells out plenty of times, probably to annoy his sister even more.

“What are you saying?” You laugh, walking into the playroom.

“It’s from daddy’s movie, his friend was saying it.” Ez shrugs, referring to Sinqua Walls' line.

“He’s being annoying dad.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes, and it’s mommy not mami.” Mia huffles in annoyance. “You don’t even make sense.”

“Uncle Sunni calls the girls mami, so I do know.”

“Okay, enough kids.”

“Oh can I get a flame gun for Christmas? Like in your movie?”

“NO.”

“Maybe next time we won’t show them any of our future projects.” You suggest.

Jack nods, “Sounds like a plan.”

•

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noxturnalnymph · 6 months ago

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Hi, Patti! I have a Q about Steve from Mutual 😳

What are his weekend habits like if Connie's not around? Does he jerk off? What does he use? Does he try to get some action?

Steve's weekend habits, you ask? I've had some THOTS about this...

(Can be read as a stand-alone or as part of the Mutual Universe)

Saturday Steve (809)

Steve Murphy Solo

So this particular Saturday Steve is home all alone. Connie flew to Miami for her sister’s baby shower last weekend and stayed all week to visit friends. He’s picking her up from the airport tomorrow and he’s looking forward to her return. Sure, Steve has a high sex drive and he takes care of himself often but fucking his wife is definitely something he doesn’t go a week without doing on a regular basis. He’s not one to be dramatic but he thinks he might be suffering a bit with her extended absence.

I like to think that on the weekends Steve spends time flipping through dirty magazines he keeps under the mattress. You know the ones, the magazines that he and Connie pretend she doesn’t know about but she’s the one who has to tuck them back under there everytime she makes the damn bed. She totally knows about them and she doesn’t even care, but Steve likes it better if they pretend they’re forbidden so she plays along cuz she’s a good wife.

But the dirty magazines aren’t the end game - oh no - they’re just the warm-up exercises. He doesn’t even touch himself when he looks at them, doesn’t even undo a single button on his jeans. He just lets himself get uncomfortably turned on, erection pressing against the denim, flipping through the well-worn pages and then, when he’s starting to feel the sweat forming across his chest, he tucks the magazines away.

He lets himself stay in that glistening, heavy-breathed, semi-hard state the rest of the afternoon. His mind flashes back to the pictures when he starts to soften, getting aroused again, letting himself slowly leak out in his underwear, craving what he’s not giving himself. Denying himself that release. Because he knows the main event is yet to come and all this will make it so worth the build-up.

It isn’t until about 10pm that night, when Javi has brought home his “date” (that he paid for) and they’re getting down to business, that the show really starts. Despite the stifling heat of a spring Bogotá evening, Steve closes all the windows to reduce the street noise. He turns off all the fans, unplugs the fridge, and takes the battery out of the ticking wall clock. He peels his clothes off, laying them over a chair in the bedroom and goes out to the living room, positioning himself right above where he knows Javi’s couch is in the apartment below him.

He lays out his bath towel and sets down a glass of ice water and a tube of KY jelly, then lies himself down on his back on the parquet floor. Only once the moaning beneath him has begun does Steve let his hand close firmly around his dick, pumping his lubricated shaft with increasing pressure. It’s a game for him, a private game that only he knows about and only he can celebrate the wins for. Although - if you think about it - everybody in this situation wins, right?

This particular Saturday Steve has high hopes, he thinks he can hold out until the end, and come at the final climax (with Javi, if you will). He’s done this before and considers it the ultimate goal, the ‘big win’. But poor, pathetic Steve’s aspirations are misplaced. He’s teased himself too much today, been without Connie for too long. He can hear Javi grunting and hear the woman he’s jack-hammering himself into moaning in pleasure and Steve can’t even wait until the woman has her first orgasm before he’s a groaning, twitching, sticky mess.

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The next day Steve and Connie arrive back home from the airport late-afternoon to find Javi returning from the grocery store at the same time, two paper bags stuffed full in his arms. Connie holds Javi’s door open for him while Steve carries her luggage up the stairs into their apartment. Connie joins him shortly after and says Javi invited them down for dinner, that she’s going to get cleaned up and they can head down to Javi’s shortly. Steve’s disappointment shows on his face and Connie moves towards him, both of them wrapping their arms around each other.

“I thought it would be nice not to have to cook my first night back home from my little vacation,” Connie says, tucking a piece of Steve’s hair back that fell forward onto his sweaty forehead.

“I thought it would be nice to have some time for just us, y’know, to catch up.” Steve replies, enunciating the last words so his meaning is obvious.

“I told Javi we’d need some time to catch up, and he told me that based on last night, he didn’t think it would take that long,” she says.

“He-”

“You must’ve told him how bad you were missing me, huh baby?” Connie asks.

“Yeah… something like that.”

#ask #toxicanonymity ☠️#mutual #Saturday Steve #Solo Steve Murphy #Mutual Universe #boyd holbrook #boyd holbrook smut #boyd bungalow ☠️#steve murphy #narcos fanfiction

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wavypotatochips · 2 years ago

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I need something cute and fluffy with Kylian where readers heavily pregnant and he always comes to the rescue like always coming home with cravings, cuddling, reassuring her everything’s gonna be ok, putting on a comfort movie, massaging her back and feet every night etc🫶🏼

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Word Count : 907

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Writing fluff always makes my heart happy c': Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Requests are currently closed as I am catching up. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

As you sit on the cozy couch in your living room, your hand instinctively rests on your growing belly. It's been an eventful day, and now all you can think about is sinking your teeth into a delicious slice of chocolate cake. You reach for your phone and decide to text your boyfriend, Kylian, who should be finishing up his futbol meeting soon.

You type out the message, your fingers dancing across the screen, and eagerly hit send.

You: BABBBEEEEEEEEEEE….. How much do you love me? ;)

A few minutes later, as you wait for his response, you feel a small kick from your baby, as if it's echoing your craving for chocolatey goodness. "I know, I know... Daddy will bring us our food soon," you mumble as you rub your belly, feeling a mixture of love and anticipation.

Suddenly, a notification pops up on your phone, and your heart flutters with excitement. It's a message from Kylian.

Kylian: I love you a lot, princess. Is everything okay? I just finished practice. I should be heading home soon.

A warm smile spreads across your face, and you quickly reply, unable to contain your craving.

You: Yes, everything is fine... I was just wondering if you could bring me chocolate cake, pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee with cake frosting!!!!!!

You press send, hoping he'd be up for this sweet indulgence. It doesn't take long before another message appears on your screen.

Kylian: Absolutely, my love! Consider it done. Anything for my two precious angels.

Your heart fills with gratitude and love for the thoughtful man you're lucky to call your boyfriend. The anticipation of enjoying that cake together makes you giddy.

30 minutes later, you hear the door creak open. Kylian steps into the house, carrying a small box in his hands. "Babe!" he calls out for you as he slips his shoes off. You quickly get up from the couch and practically run towards him. "KYLIAAAAAAAN," you squeal, unable to contain your excitement.

He looks at you with a playful grin, realizing just how excited you are. Setting the box down on the banister near the front door, he wraps his arms around you, careful to support your growing belly.

"Chocolate cake delivery for the beautiful mom-to-be," he says, his voice laced with tenderness and adoration. He kisses your forehead before you lift your head and kiss his lips, feeling a rush of love and happiness.

It's moments like these that remind you how lucky you are to have Kylian by your side, his love and support unwavering throughout this journey.

"Now, let's get baby Ky some cake!" he says happily as he grabs the cake box, leading the way to the living room.

You both make your way to the living room, where he places the cake box on the coffee table. He goes into the kitchen to grab a knife and small plates before returning back to the living room to cut you and him a slice.

"You know, Kylian, I didn't expect you to bring me a whole cake. A slice would have been fine," you laugh as you settle comfortably on the couch, your feet propped up on a cushion.

Kylian hands you the plate with a slice of cake on it, the heavenly aroma of chocolate wafts through the air, making your mouth water. "Babe, knowing you and our bun in the oven, you are definitely going to want more than one slice," Kylian says as he joins you, his arm around your shoulders.

As you savor each bite of the rich chocolate cake, you nod your head in agreement, a mischievous twinkle in your eyes. "Yeah... you are definitely right," you say with a smile, appreciating his understanding and attentiveness.

With the cake now devoured, Kylian places the empty plates aside and turns his attention to you. Gently, he begins to massage your back, his hands working their magic, easing away any tension or discomfort.

"You are doing amazing, my love," he whispers, his voice filled with admiration. "Our baby boy is so lucky to have you as his mom. I can't wait for him to be born and for our little family to grow even more."

His words fill your heart with warmth and reassurance. You lean into his touch, feeling the love and support flowing through every caress.

"I can't wait either," you reply softly, tears of joy welling up in your eyes. "Thank you for being the most incredible partner and father. You make every day better, even with just a slice of chocolate cake."

As Kylian continues to massage your back and whisper sweet nothings in your ear, you realize that this simple evening together, filled with cake and affection, is a precious moment in your journey as a couple and as parents-to-be. And you couldn't be more grateful for the love and happiness that fills your home.

With contentment in your hearts and a cake-filled bliss, you decide to put on a comforting movie. Snuggled up against Kylian, his hand gently massaging your back, you feel a sense of tranquility wash over you.

In that moment, surrounded by love, cake, and the anticipation of your little one's arrival, you realize that life couldn't get any sweeter.

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stayeudaemonia · 11 months ago

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⊹ ‧₊˚ gaz post while i work on a simon drabble !!

horny thoughts :3

mdni, duh !!

“jesus love, you are a sight to behold” kyle muttered as you bounced on his cock, your pussy making obscene squelching sounds.

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kyle came home right when you least expected it. you were sat on the couch softly humming to a song playing on your phone as you painted your toe nails a soft pink.

when you heard the door handle turn your heart beat picked up. was someone trying to break in? you softly placed the nail polish bottle in the coffee table and paused the music. you sat as still as you could, but when you saw kyle walk through the door an excited squeal left you mouth.

“ky!” you yelped and hugged him. he bent down and wrapped his arms around your waist before picking you up.

“hi sweetheart.” he muttered into your ear, softly nipping at it. you felt a soft bulge prod at you crotch.

you let out a soft sigh. “i see.” you hummed as he carried you towards the couch. he swiftly unbuckled his belt as she slid out of your shirt. as he shimmied out of his hoodie you pulled you sweatpants off, along with your panties.

he plopped down in the couch with a smalls smirk on his lips. “think you can do it? no prep or nothin’?” he asked as you crawled on top of him. “‘m sure.” you said firmly. and as you sunk down on him, you weren’t so confident.

“god i’ve missed you.” he groaned.

“m-missed you too- oh god, kyle!” you whimpered, burying your face in the crook his neck.

“no, no none of that. lemme see that pretty little fucked out face, and those tits. oh god.” he muttered as he cupped your breasts in his hands.

“look at that.” he mused.

“‘s for you kyle- only- only for you.” you mewled as your pussy fluttered around him.

“already?” he teased, and with that your poor pussy spasmed around him.

“m-missed you.” you whispered, your head resting in his shoulder and facing his face.

“i see that.” he muttered before he softly rutted up into you.

the sounds of his heavy balls slapping against your ass filled the room, along with you whimpers and whines.

“oh god- i’m- ‘m gonna cum.” he hissed, his teeth clenched together. you softly bit down on the muscle that connected his neck and shoulder, and felt as he poured his seed in you.

after a few minutes of you and him panting and coming down from your highs he gently laid you down, a small smile on his face as he saw your baby pink nail polish smudged off your toenails and onto the couch.

“bloody hell.”

a/n: just something quick for now !!🤍

#gaz x reader #cod mw3 #cod #call of duty x reader #call of duty modern warfare #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick x reader #enjoy !!

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thewritingofspencerrose · 1 year ago

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Mistakes Made

Travis Kelce x OC

I've gone to stay with Jason and the girls. When you've decided you're ready to talk, you know where to find me.

Those words weren't the first thing to trigger Travis to the fact that he had fucked up.

The first was when he had left without a response on Friday, but he had assumed she would reach out and they would fix things.

The second was the night before the game. There was no facetime, no call, nothing to soothe the amount he was missing her.

The third was when he only got a single text from her during the week he was gone, on Sunday just before the game, and it was only five words. Good luck, I love you.

He had realized immediately how badly he had fucked up. But not for a moment did he want to recognize that.

"You are the biggest asshat I have ever had the displeasure of knowing."

"Jason-"

"Who do you think you are showing up at my front door?" It's Kylie this time, still wiping her hands on a towel from the kitchen but her expression is anything but the image of kind housewife that the rest of her is portraying. "After what you did to Dorthy, you have the audacity to show your face?"

"Ky," Is all he can manage to mumble, every ounce of exhaustion clear in his whole body. "I'm here to fix things, not to fight with you or Jason."

"You shouldn't have left yourself with something to apologize for Trav," Jason is the one to offer as advice, letting him into the entry. "Thea showed up to the house sobbing with an overnight bag on Friday and Ky couldn't even get the reason for your fight out of her until yesterday."

"I fucked up, I know that."

"Your girlfriend told you she was pregnant with your child and you walked out of the house without a word. You more than fucked up Travis," Kylie corrects, the end of her scolding being punctuated with soft giggles from another room.

"What are the girls doing up so late?" Travis asks, knowing the sound of his nieces giggles by heart. "I thought they had a bedtime of 8:30?"

"Dorthy and the girls are making your mom's cookie recipe," Kylie answers, moving her body out of his path to the kitchen, the three adults entering to a sight that would bring smiles to anyones face.

But the sight only made Travis want to cry.

Because there was the love of his life, wearing his sweatshirt with his middle niece on her hip, the new tightness of the sweatshirt and little girl's leg accentuating the woman's baby bump.

How far along did she say she was again?

His oldest niece is beside them on a stool, scooping the cookie batter onto the pan of they all dance around to music.

It's so domestic, and it's something that he and she will have in their futures. If he can fix this.

"Wyatt, Elliotte, come with me to get ready for bed and Auntie will put the cookies in the oven. Daddy and I will even let you come back down to have cookies with Auntie and Uncle when they're done," Kylie promises, the little girls being helped down and hugging their aunts legs, doing the same to their uncles' on the way out of the room, chasing each other up the stairs.

"Jas, come on, give the two a minute," Kylie instructs, tugging on my brother-in-law's arms, a soft smile being shot my way as they leave the room.

And now it's just Trav and I, the man who's presence I hadn't noticed until Ky took the kids.

"Hi," Is the only greeting I can manage, tucking the cookies into the oven for the girls before wrapping my arms around myself.

"How did I not notice this before?" He asks in a response, feet carrying him in long strides over to me. His eyes are trained on my stomach the entire time, until his eyes catch mine, "May I?"

"Trav, you've touched everywhere on my body, I don't know why you're asking now," I mumble, but this just seems to insult him.

"We haven't talked in a week Baby, I don't deserve to touch you, prior or not," He whispers, and I can feel the tears coming to my eyes.

"You can," I approve, his hands meeting my stomach, rounding over his sweatshirt to see the true size of the bump.

"How have I not noticed you were growing our little bean in there?" His tears slipping down his face. "I'm so sorry for walking out. I didn't know how to process the information, but that was no excuse to just walk out. I should have celebrated you, I should have celebrated our baby. And instead I walk out for a fucking football game." He scoffs.

I hate that he's crying. Argument or not. He's apologizing and I just hate that he's upset.

Taking the pads of my thumbs, I rub the tears from his eyes, taking his hands from my sides and into my own.

"Actually, she's about the size of an artichoke these days," I correct, chuckling lightly in an attempt to soften the sadness. "And it's ok. I mean, it's not, it really tore me apart thinking you didn't want our baby, but I should have told you sooner. Just with practice and games and -"

"You're not allowed to apologize when I'm the one who did wrong, Baby," He interrupts, a bright smile breaking out on his lips as he pulls me closer to his body by my hips. "So we're having a little girl?"

"I'm convinced your family can't result in boys," Kylie's voice chimes from the doorway, her and Jason standing wrapped in each other's arms. "I mean, this is four for four on kids that is going to be a girl."

"Speaking of," Travis starts, looking between all of us, "Do the girls know?"

"We're having a baby cousin!!" Wy cheers, bursting into the room with Elliott hot on her tail.

"Does this whole family just eaves drop and bust in?" I can't help but question, because this is just wild.

"We do, you should be used to this Kid," Jason confirms, Wyatt and Elliott joining Trav and I in a little hug.

"You girls know about your little cousin?" Trav asks, smiling as he crouches next to the two.

Ellie just nods, but it's her sister who answers.

"Yeah, Daddy said it will make Grammy love you more."

"That's it, I'm calling Mom!"

#original character #the writing of spencer rose #nfl fanfiction #nfl football #travis kelce x oc #travis kelce #jason kelce #long term relationship

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