#kyle x you

[beloveds-embrace]

Expiration date au where you, a failed experiment, have been implanted with a chip that will eventually kill you so you escape captivity to spend what time you have left experiencing the life that was denied of you (books were your only solace in imprisonment. The lovely little books with sweet wives and loving husbands and wouldn’t it be just so lovely to be protected for once?) and that includes tracking down Kate Laswell to tell her everything so you can at least see the downfall of your abusers.

Kate Laswell, who listens to you and takes one, good long look at you and decides to help you experience life by placing you in the midst of task force 141 as their wife- as someone soft and sweet and yet strong enough to help them settle back down when they return from mission.

Who don’t know about your expiration date.

[pricesprincess]

you hadn't had time to text kyle and let him know you're watching your brother's kids.

they kept you busy running amuck around the house, their giggles and little feet slapping against the floor made your heart ache.

you had wanted kids since you could remember.

it was always a dream of yours to see a little one that was part you and your lover, a physical manifestation of your bond with them.

none of your past boyfriends wanted to be tied down to that type of commitment so you tucked it away putting it up high on the shelf.

watching your nieces and nephews play with toys in the living room distracted you enough not to hear the front door open and the footsteps that stopped at the entryway.

"love?"

four heads snapped up at their uncle kyle's voice and shot up from the carpet to run over to him screaming his name, seems like he's everyone's favorite and you didn't blame them.

hes your favorite too.

"they've been running me ragged baby, sorry i didn't get a chance to text."

kyle waved your apology off with a warm smile that made your stomach clench and toes curl.

you couldn't help but watch him with four little ones hanging off of him pretending to be an airplane complete with the noises as well.

he kept them off your back as you made dinner making sure to run around the backyard as you kept an eye on them through the window.

a flutter rippled through your womb when he scooped up the youngest bringing her inside to tend to her scraped knee.

"i'm a magician, in three seconds your knee will feel better." kyle assured her with a soft voice as he crouched in front of her and blew on the scrape causing her to gasp then smile wide.

she wrapped little arms around his neck hugging him tightly thanking him.

later that evening after your brother picked them up begging for you to watch them again tomorrow you and kyle settled on the couch.

"we should have a babe, you'd make a wonderful mum, the best." without knowing your deepest secret he breathed life into it.

and an hour later he was pumping load after load in you.

comments and relogs with tags are really appreciated <3

[blingblong55]

I'm tired of not finding enough fics about Gaz being a proud pussy eater. That he doesn't have nip piercings and smiles as he makes eye contact with you while his finger is in your cunt and his tongue lapping at your clit.

Also Soap being a complete sucker(pun not intended) for tit and thigh fucking. Leash around your neck, his cock fucking you dumb whilst he degrades you but ALSO!!!!!! Him crying when the roles are switched and you overstimulate him, he loves when you suck and lick his pretty nips. Let's not forget he would have a thing for eating you out and praising your pussy. He deadass won't stop eating you, even if you push his head away, he won't move. You can beg and cry but he will latch his mouth on you like a hungry puppy. At some point, he doesn't do it for your pleasure but for his own because he is a proud pussy lover and enjoyer. He cums just from eating you out like the pathetic and desperate puppy he is. this is also Gaz if you care

....okay, now I must go to class...bye!

[monvirtu]

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄       ۶ৎ

⋆ precis ~ helping kyle with his insecurities.

⋆ tags ~ profanity, romance, teen!au, mentions of insecurities, and fluff.

⋆ notes ~ first time writing for kyle, and i hope you enjoy!

⋆        since you've dated kyle since freshman year, you were aware about some of his insecurities.

⋆        you knew he didn't necessarily like his red hair, so he often wore that green beanie you were so familiar with.

⋆        but during your junior year when you went to visit him, you caught him looking in the mirror while picking at his skin. which led to you learning about more insecurities he had.

"kyle?" he flinched at the sound of your voice before he hastily turned around, and he pursed his lips as you stand in the doorway. "you're here early..."

you raised an eyebrow as you approached him, and you wrapped your arms around him while he slightly smiled. "why are you here early?"

"because i got off of work early..." you mumbled while one of his hands rubbed your back, "are you okay?"

his hand came to an abrupt stop, and a low sigh left his throat before both of his arms wrapped around your waist. "i'm fine—"

"then why were you looking in the mirror like that?"

"were you spying on me?" he quietly teased as you pinched his hip, and he squirmed in your arms until he partially scowled at you. "i'm taking that as a yes."

"it's not my fault! i wanted to surprise you—" you mumbled before he pressed his lips against your forehead, and you smiled. "are you sure you're okay?"

kyle fell quiet for a second—a quiet hum leaving his lips while he moved his head back so he could stare at you.

⋆        and eventually, you were told why he was looking in the mirror, and it was because he was insecure about a few things.

⋆        you were soon told that he was insecure about his nose, hair, freckles, and the way he talks due to how it cracks sometimes.

⋆        with his nose, you figured out that if you kiss it, it makes him feel ten times better about it. just the way you peck his nose with kisses and not a single expression of disgust crosses your face makes him feel so loved.

⋆        with his hair, he loves it when you comment on it or mess with it. if you compliment his hair enough, he'll start to wear it without the beanie more.

⋆        and even if cartman makes fun of him for it, he'll just beat his ass for it.

⋆        with his voice, he'll melt if you tell him to keep talking after his voice cracks. sometimes, he'll have bad voice cracks, yet you just smile at him while telling him to continue talking.

⋆        he'll talk as much as you want him to if you don't comment about his voice cracks.

⋆        and between every sentence he speaks, he'll repeat the fact that he loves you. no matter how many times you tell him you love him back.

©𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐔𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

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[writingfromasgard]

Worship [Kyle]

AN: for this reader isn't married to him. It's more of a teasing joke

gif source cw: minor cockworship, dumbly long kiss descriptions, Gaz being too hot

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Kyle supports his weight on his forearm, putting it up against the wall beside your head. His eyes, rich pools of deep brown, gaze at you with an amount of love and admiration that leaves you breathless. His lips stretching into a that grin that shows his smile lines around his eyes, coaxing a similar smile from your lips. Your hands instinctively land on his chest, sliding up to rest on his shoulders.

"Do you have to look at me like that?" You ask.

"Like you deserve?" He leans in, nose bumping up against the tip of yours.

It's stupid how smooth he is when he talks to you, knowing how easily his pretty words sway you. If you were half as good as he was with words, maybe you wouldn't need to be so physical with him.

Your focus narrowed onto his lips, making the rest of the world fall away, your breath warming his skin. Your hand cupped the back of his neck, pulling him back in. Your lips meet softly, a gentle brush that brings a wealth of warm over your body. He leans in, moving his hands to your sides, fingers digging into your skin.

You pressed your lips more firmly against his, deepening the kiss with an intensity that surprised even you. His lips parted, inviting you in and eagerly, you teased his tongue with yours. It became more urgent, a soft moan slipping from him. You drank it in, reveling in the noise coming from him.

Your other hand traced the curve of his back, pulling him closer until there was no space left between your bodies. The heat of his skin, the scent of his cologne, everything enhanced the sensation of feeling his lips against yours.

You pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, his own dark with passion and adoration. Both of you slightly breathless, a soft smile tugs at the corners of Kyle's lips. His hand still rests on your waist, his thumb gently tracing circles that send tingles across your skin.

"Missus Garrick, you can't kiss me like that. It'll give a man ideas." Kyle softly whispers.

"Maybe I've got a few of my own, Mister Garrick." You tease, "We could head home right now and I'd show them as many as I can before you're too tired."

He groans again, his head falling back to look up at the ceiling. With the rest of his team just a few feet away in the dimly lit bar, it would be easy for the two of you to slip out unnoticed. His eyes dart to their direction briefly, calculating the time needed to sneak unnoticed

He glances back at you, a sly grin forming on his lips. "I'll take lead."

He takes your hand, and you both move casually towards the door. The noise of the bar covers your footsteps, and before anyone can notice, you're outside in the cool night air. The city lights cast a soft glow on the street, making the walk to his flat all the more enjoyable. A few laughs and softer kisses shared along the way until the door finally swings open.

Kyle's slick, pushing you up against the door the minute you close it behind you. His lips crashing into yours while his hand wraps around the back of your neck. His knee nudges your legs apart, forcing you to grind on his thigh. You feel yourself lulling toward a dazed state, warmth flooding low in your belly.

You gently push on his chest, not wanting to be derailed from those ideas you had in the bar. He pulls back without hesitation, taking a step back.

"No go?" Kyle rubbed the back of his neck, looking apologetic.

"Very much go.. But I said I was going to show you my ideas." You lick your lips, pushing off the door. "Let me take the lead this time."

Surprise colors his face, "My baby wants to take lead tonight? I'm not going to say no."

Confidence sweeps over you, your hands taking his to guide him into his bedroom. You adjust the dimmer to keep the room lights low, a warm glow illuminating the space. You guide him to stand with the back of his knees touching the bed's edge.

"I might not be good with words.." You say softly. "But I can show you how much I love you."

Kyle's eyes don't leave yours as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed. There's a magnetic pull to lean down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before starting on your plan. Your knuckles graze his stomach as you lift up the edge of his shirt over his head, eyes taking in every gorgeous inch of him. The single scar he had on his upper chest, close to his collar bones.

You lean in, kissing it like it'll make it disappear. You two weren't together when it happened but he's told you the story. You've seen bruises and cuts on his skin; you kiss every spot you can remember until you're kneeling in front of him, working off his shoes. When you look up at him, he smiles softly, reaching to cup your cheek.

"Help with your pants?" You reach for them, unzipping them.

He nods, lifting his hips up for you to take them off, boxers included. It's the first time he looks away from you, turning bashful as his hard cock springs out. You can feel yourself wanting to drool all over it, let your spit drip down his shaft. You wet your lips and lean forward, kissing the underside.

Kyle digs his hands into the comforter, moaning softly. You look up at him, catching his eyes darkening with lust. You lick at the path your lips created, going back to play with his balls. You gently cradle them, fondling the weighty orbs. He lets out a throaty groan of your name when you suckle one softly, hips bucking up.

You switch to the other, hand wrapping around his shaft to stroke it gently. His mouth falls open, head tilting back. Your mouth moves up to kiss the base, unable to resist when he was getting louder with each stroke. You pulled back to spit on your hand, slicking up his cock with it. A fat bead of precum leaks out of the tip, and you can't resist covering the head with your mouth to clean it off.

His hands tighten on the blanket below him, hips bucking upward to get more of his cock into your mouth. You moan, eyes locking with his half-lidded ones as you take him deeper. His body tenses, muscles flexing in his abdomen. You work his long cock until your nose is pressed against his curls nestled at its base. Your eyes flutter closed; something about the weight of him against your tongue makes you want to stay there until your lungs beg for air. You pull off, spit dripping down his shaft.

"I should do this more often. I love feeling your cock in my throat." As you speak, your hand is stroking his shaft, keeping his pleasure building.

"Baby -"

You wrap your lips around his tip again, taking him to the base before he can finish his own sentence. There's a strangled sound from his throat, his hands holding your head to move you faster. You revel in the sensation, letting him fuck your throat at a hypnotic rhythm. His cock slides in and out with ease now, your throat willingly accepting the intrusion.

Your hands find his thighs again, squeezing them. You suck harder, the taste of his precum mixing with your spit. You can feel it drip down your chin, eyes looking up at the man using your mouth as he pleases. His breath hitches as your eyes connect and his legs tense, like he's close to spilling every drop in those heavy balls into your mouth.

You take him down to the base one more time then slowly pull off of him, savoring the groan of protest. You clean off your chin with your thumb, popping it into your mouth. Kyle swallows hard, breathing ragged. He drags you up for a kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth. You break it off with a chuckle, hand wrapping around his cock, slowly stroking it.

"I've came so many times on your dick.. Always fills and fucks me so good." Your cheek nuzzles the slick side of it as your hand starts pumping just the head of his cock. "Always takes work to fit you inside my cunt because you go so deep."

Kyle drops his head back, thrusting into your closed fist. "Filthy mouth on you tonight. Don't stop. I'm close. Please fuck don't stop, babes."

Your lips spread into a wicked grin, waiting for the signs that he was right on that edge. You mouth the underside of his cock, sucking lightly on it. His groans egg you on, making you move your hand faster.

You watch for the tensing again, his hips moving faster.. You jerked your hand away, smile growing as curses slip from his mouth. Your hand pushes on his stomach, careful not to touch his dick. His breathing is labored as he falls back on the bed, arm thrown over his eyes.

You take the take to strip, tossing your clothes beside his before straddling his hips. You push his arm up, looking into his gorgeous brown eyes. You know the burn from his cock stretching your walls is going to come as you sink the tip into your wet pussy.

You're deliberately slow, savoring every inch of his cock. His hands grip your thighs, helping you sink down at your own pace until you're wiggling down the last inch inside. You lean forward, kissing his lips, feeling his head drag against your walls. You moan softly, rolling your hips to make sure he's fully embedded inside you.

He grips your hips, listening to the soft thwap of skin on skin as you build your rhythm up. He starts rolling up, meeting you when you drop down. You sit back, putting your palms on his thighs to give him a better view of his cock disappearing into your greedy cunt. The new angle is hitting your g-spot, making your legs squeeze his sides.

"Kyle." You moan, hips moving faster now.

Kyle's eyes bore into yours, one hand slipping between your bodies, "I can't last much longer. All your teasing.. and this tight pussy. Taking me so damned well - fuck."

A whine leaves your throat and eyes trying to maintain contact with his. Your fingers squeeze his thighs as your breathing becomes erratic, hips moving faster. His jaw clenches tight, veins in his forearms bulging.

Sweat beads down the back of your neck, your lips part, breath catching in your throat. Your walls flutter then clench around his cock - a long, drawn, cracked version of his name leaving your throat.

Kyle grips your thighs, hissing as he releases a groan of pure pleasure. He's slamming you down on his cock one final time, ensuring he's balls deep inside your tight pussy. Liquid warmth fills you, your walls squeezing every drop he has to offer while you two come down from your respective highs.

With a lazy smile, you lean over him, kissing his lips in several soft pecks. "I hope you understand how much I love you, Mister Garrick."

His hands cup your cheeks, pulling you to press your forehead against his. "Missus Garrick, I don't have any doubts about how much you love me. I love you just as much."

[amie-777]

Kyle as your stalker :] This is AFAB reader (reader has their menstruation), here is the post for gnreader.

TW: Dark content, I do not condone to this behaviour in real life.

Kyle is on medical discharge, his shoulder is just sore, but the Captain persisted. So now hes gotta find something to occupy him.

He is in the noodle aisle and the package slips out of his hands, but you're there. Catching his tortiglioni and handing it to him with a smile. Kyle starts the small talk, and you follow him until you go to pay. Its where you wave at him and leave.

You.

You are his new project.

Rather quickly he finds out your gym, joins and finds your subscription. He puts in his own credit card for your next invoice, he got it all covered now.

Maybe even hacks into your calendar to find out how you plan your days. Appreciates the colours and the structure. All pretty and structured for him. Starts moving your stuff to his calendar as well, meetups with friends, dentist/doctor appointments and even when you schedule your naps. You're practically married now.

Photos of you are taken everywhere, printed out and put into a journal, safekeeping you from the gruesome world out there. Labelled with dates and little notes of what you did that day.

From your receipts and the credit card deductions he starts writing down what you buy. Spotting how you buy non-brand stuff he tsk-ed. You will get better stuff, just you wait.

In the journal he writes down your favorite products and finds real good quality stuff. (Why are you buying pads/tampons from that company? Don't you know they are toxic?)

When your boss has the audacity to yell at you? The next day he is gone. Co-worker is bothering you? Kyle gets rid of him or ruins his career.

After about two/three months he decide to enter your apartment, sniffs out where you keep your stuff and places a few cameras around. He studies the products you use for your body, hair, face whatever. Even takes pictures, to remember. It is just for your safety, luv. Then he makes his way to the kitchen, where he takes pictures of your recipes, he'll learn to cook somehow, maybe he'll call missus Price.

At home he watches your night routine and then morning routine, learning how you use each product, what medicine you take, what clothes you like to wear. Feeling like a devoted husband he grins.

And if Kyle can't sleep, he turns on his phone and boots up the camera showing you cuddled to your plushies. The eyes in the bear were carefully removed and cameras hidden behind. The bunny has mic in his neck, recording your sweet sounds while you sleep. After just a few seconds of you cuddling up to him your plushies, he is knocked out.

And just so you know, it should be socially accepted to still sleep with plushies and stuffed animals!! (I do it, you can do it too if you want)

Thank you for reading :] Wish you a very nice day <33

dividers from cafekitsune (thank you <33)

[v1x3n]

kyle 'gaz' garricks camera roll

:pictures with you, pictures you took of him, him and mates and selfies he sent you!!

[snailsgarden]

hello! may i request kenny and kyle (separately) x reader thats a streamer or youtuber? thank you :)

hii of course you can!! yre so polite i love that😭😭😭❤️

Oh, its recording?

cw : happy relationships i hate you all /j

⊹ kenny mccormick

thinks its rlly cool that you're a streamer!!

watches ur lives and is your #1 fan !!

just overall supports you and everything

you have mentioned him on ur streams once or twice

he either asks or you invite him to participate/have ur fans actually see him and they ABSOLUTELY LOVE HIM

loves ur chat and ur chat loves him

(yes, he adopted ur chat and now he had fans too bc of his apparitions)

SUPPORTS. YOU.‼️‼️‼️

whether ur streams are about games, music or whatever he is interested and absolutely loves watching & participating in them

tbh you could expect ur fans to make those cute edits of you two

⊹ kyle broflovski

watches ur streams and, like kenny, he supports you, whatever they're about!!

thinks it's awesome that ure a streamer

i think he'd be shy to appear on ur lives but sooner than u think, he's appearing on them!!!

he's cussed out ur haters and has acted like a chat manager 😭😭

ur chat adopted him and after some time he's no longer shy about it

btw u cant deny on this!! he gives u food, snacks water anyth while ure recording and he will be silly (im so sorry i can imagine him dancing his way out of ur setup...)

i think adorable edits of u two💔

i love kail

[7s3ven]

tatted! simon motorcycle shenanigans

TATTED UP! Simon Riley who lets you turn him into a colouring book. He doesn’t care how you colour his tattoos, he just wants to see the scrunched up look of concentration on your cute face.

“What colour do you want?” You murmur as you glance at your numerous eyeshadow palettes. Simon wants to say black or grey but he sees the way you eye the pink palette for a moment too long.

“… Pink.” He finally answers, his gaze focused solely on your bright smile.

You find joy in colouring his arm with various shades of pink and purple as he watches. “Look, so cute.” You murmur, eliciting a low laugh from Simon.

“Yeah.” His voice rumbles, “You wanna colour the rest in?”

BONUS

“Aye, LT, you got your tattoo redone or what?” Jonny can barely hold back his laughter as he looks at Simon’s arm. The previously edgy tattoos were now adorned with feminine colours and glitter.

“No. Just making the misses happy.” Simon doesn’t really care for his teammates’ reactions because the memory of your smile is enough to block out Jonny’s cackles.

[sigh-tofm]

when they come home drunk…

… price

- thinks it’s important that he loudly tells you he’s married while you steady him upstairs to bed. points to his ring incessantly, slurs on and on about his perfect wonderful wife with the big ass and soft tummy. you roll your eyes and can’t help but smile when he doesn’t let you hold on to his arm to support him. something about protecting his virtue for his wife, as if you’re not standing right beside him. proceeds to lock you out of your own bedroom when you finally get upstairs, telling you his wife will be home soon so he can’t have a strange woman in their bedroom (but still remarks on your wonderful ass). you decide it’s too early in the morning to persuade your drunk husband to let you in, so you go down to sleep on the couch. you wake up with price sleeping soundly on the floor beside you, having gone to find his wife when she never showed up in his bed the night before.

… kyle

- gets sappy and apologises for being away. loses all concept of time when he’s drunk, says he’s sorry, he didn’t mean to be away so long, he was thinking of you the whole time, the guys pulled him along and he couldn’t say no. while he’s on his knees at your feet, pressing his face to your thighs and mumbling into your marbled skin, almost making you lose your balance with his fervent apologies, you gently remind him that you were the one who made him go out with the boys because he needed to unwind after a stressful weekend of combat drills, and that he had left with them less than two hours ago. he refuses to hear and only hugs your thighs closer, so much so that you have to support yourself on the wall. turns out all he needed to relax was you.

… johnny

- is horny. almost starts drooling when he eyes you at the top of the stairs, after struggling to close the entrance door for a good minute, causing you to investigate what made all the noise. gets a wild look in his eyes when he sees you in just his t-shirt and makes you scream and giggle as he chases you back up the stairs and to the bedroom. being absolutely shitfaced, he has the coordination of a tranquillised moose and stumbles head over heels across the floor, catches his foot on the doorway and narrowly misses the edge of the dresser with his head as he falls. still, his little soldier is courageously tenting his pants when you worriedly lean over him and he gets a good look right into the collar of your shirt.

… simon

- is emotional and clingy. can’t get enough of you, won’t leave you alone. you can’t make out half his words when he’s had this much to drink (and the mancunian in him breaks out too, making it ever harder to make out the words), but you play along, smile and nod and let him sit on the closed toilet seat and talk and talk while you do your night routine in front of the mirror. so lucky to have you, luv. how could’a lug like me get a pretty one like you, luv. his melancholy statements of love become comfortable background noise for you as you remove your makeup and apply moisturiser. lets you wash the sweat and grime of the day off his face with a washcloth, closes his eyes while you massage your floral-scented moisturiser into his skin, never once stopping his little speech. ambles after you out of the bathroom, holding on to the hem of your shirt, when you’re all finished and ready for bed. his devoted mutters only let up when be falls asleep next to you.

[beloveds-embrace]

The Sandman clip/ tiktok audio of "you came" "you called" just screams ex boyfriend/husband TF141 when you call them late at night because some creep is following you home or you're in trouble

WAIT YES YOU ARE RIGHT

It’s almost an instinct to call him first before anyone else, even after breaking up/divorcing. You tell yourself you can’t be blamed- he is a military man and despite all the hurdles that left your relationship in shambles, he was dependable when it came to safety.

And right now, walking slowly to your home with a fan following you- that man had to be kicked out of your workplace, you can remember him- you need his safety.

Something in your heart twinges when he accepts your call on the first ring. Some things truly never change, do they?

“He- hey,” you whisper immediately, and now that someone is here to hear you, the fearful tears build up in your eyes and you are sure he can hear the shakiness in your voice. You don’t give him a chance to say anything for now, though. “I- I know that we- we are not together anymore but… god, I’m so sorry, someone is following me and I didn’t know who else to call, I’m so sorry-”

“Where are you?”

You tell him where you are right now, steps carefully slow but not too slow so your stalker doesn’t know that you are aware of him.

“Stay on the phone for me, yeah?”

“Okay,” you are still whispering, gulping. “Okay. Thank you. I’m so sorry again-“

“Stop apologizing.” His voice is softer now, compared to before. “I don’t mind. Never will. I’ll be right with you in a minute, alright?”

And true to his words, he does come to you soon, throwing his arm over your shoulder and glaring right at your stalker. You can’t see his face, but you know his glare has always made him look so scary. But once the stalker is gone, and you two are left alone while he leads you home, you can’t help but break the silence.

“…you came.”

He looks at you, the glare softening immediately. So many things unsaid, so much that had gone wrong and right in your relationship…

“You called.” Is all he says in reply, still holding you right against him.

No other words are needed at this moment. Though your heart, traitorous thing it is, wonders if it’s not too late to try again. Your mind vehemently disagrees and states he likely holds no feelings for you anymore.

His arm remains wrapped around you and he even covers you in his jacket.

…perhaps it doesn’t have to end this way.

[pricesprincess]

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[blingblong55]

Little lover- Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Based on a request: Hi! I absolutely love your stuff! I would love to kindly ask for a kyle x reader where he refers to her has an angler fish(big scary fish from Nemo) while they’re crocheting cause they’ve got a reading light dangling from their head🤭 (this is definitely me right now as I crochet) ---- F!Reader, fluff, established!relationship ---- A/N: in this one, reader has glasses. I love to think this man is a good lover through and through and I want to love him out loud

Sunday, what a sweet day to enjoy the home you live in with your loving boyfriend. Well, it'd be a nice day to enjoy if he wasn't snoring on the sofa. So you wait, you watch him breathe and smile in his dreams which turns out to be beautiful, far more than beautiful.

As the day sets to the late evening, you grab your yarn and a reading light that you hook onto your glasses. You put some Billy Joel and lay back as you set the mood to inspire the next few hours you'll spend crocheting. There are occasions when you just turn and watch him, it's mesmerising to a lover like you how comfortable he is by your side. You run your hand through his hair and go back to your stitch.

Time passes and without you noticing, he wakes up and sits up. His skin is so warm it's comforting for a sleepy man like him. Kyle stretches and wraps his arms around you before kissing the side of your head and chuckling a little. "I know what you'll say, so out with it, babe," you tell him as you try to concentrate on your patterns. "You're my little angler fish, ya know?" he smiles and brushes your hair out of your face. You hum in annoyance, secretly enjoying his comment but he can't know you love it.

Kyle buries his face on your neck and inhales your natural scent, he closes his eyes and sighs in contentment. "God I love you," he mumbles as he gives your skin open-mouthed kisses. "I love you too, Ky," you turn your head just a bit and kiss his forehead. It's moments like these when he is just a simple man, holding his sweet little angler fish and telling her how he feels.

The poets must be jealous…he knows they are because not even their rhymes can get them love like this. It's so raw in a way that makes sense to those who ache for it like he once did.

A/N: I love him and I think he and autumn skies match so well…thank you for letting me indulge in my love for him. I know this isn't so long but I just needed to get this one out of my system before I wrote more for me than for you

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[i-love-you-just-the-same]

bear hybrid! price who stalks around your house at night, protecting you from whatever else might be lurking in the woods. you don't know that he is of course, but you should be more thankful when he shuts and locks your windows when you're asleep. occasionally you see him lumber on the edge of the forest, minding his own. he doesn't want to scare you, but he wants you to admire him, too.

wolf hybrid! simon that follows you everywhere (from a distance and he rarely lets you touch him). you were frightened at first of the big bad wolf, but when he takes you away from snakes and other dangers in the woods you learn to leave out some scraps for him. (he sleeps on your front step. won't enter the house yet.)

fox hybrid! johnny who regularly sneaks into your house to play in your blankets. the wildlife here is so friendly you're shocked, shouldn't they be frightened of you? however he sleeps under your bed and he's fine unless you try to kick him out. red fur is on everything, he seems unusually close to the wolf that looms around. loves scratches to the ears!

falcon hybrid! kyle who hovers in air around your house. he finds little trinkets for you and leaves them on your porch. he mostly hangs around price, but he will chirp greetings and steal bird feed from your feeders.

they protect you in different ways, trying to worm their way to your affections before they bed down in your abode for winter.

[writingfromasgard]

Kyle asking you to wear a skirt while you ride him so he's teased with a view of his cock disappearing into you? Very nice. Very good.

[thebookbutterfly]

fanfiction isn’t enough, I need to chew on him