kylelovskii

[kylelovskii]

[kylelovskii]

hi…👅

i’m sorry i haven’t been answering requests! it’s been a busy summer

i know i have a tone of iida requests….but you should totally leave me some tsukishima kei requests….please..🙏

ily guys!

[kylelovskii]

Hii is it okay if i request Tenya Iida x GN! reader whos looks extremely rebellious yet is actuallt a really behaved student? Like theyre just really noisy but actually care abt rules ☹️☹️ feel free to skip this ofc no pressure!

of course!! :3

tysm for requesting 🩷🩷

if you want any more of these two don’t be afraid to request!!

aizawa still hadn’t come into class yet, probably taking a nap, so everyone was just sitting around with their preferred groups of people.

however, iida sat at at his desk hovering over a book, studying for anything he could. to contrast from that, you sat with mina, denki, sero, bakugou, and kirishima. they were known to be particularly loud and not very rule abiding, obviously. you, on the other hand, were a different story. iida just didn’t know that yet.

iida saw you just like he saw bakugou: loud and disrespectful. your quirk was mainly to blame for this.

the quirk you possessed was called adrenaline. as long as you stayed as healthy as possible and as energized as possible, your adrenaline was always high. meaning, you had a lot of energy. everything about you was put on blast. like, for example: you were very loud.

iida was always being told he was tense and that he needed to lay off, but your loud voice was above all the others and he couldn’t necessarily focus. that being said, and him being class rep, it wouldn’t hurt to just put you in your place, right?

so he stood up and turned to you, tapping your shoulder. you whipped around, a huge smile on your face. “yeah?” you blurted rather loudly.

iida then began to rant, “yes, i’m sorry to bother you, but i do believe this is an inappropriate time to be speaking as loud as you are. i apologize if that’s offensive, but i am trying to study.” as he spoke, he began doing that chopping motion with his arms, but you held your hands up and began shaking them in defense rather quickly.

“i’m so sorry! i really don’t mean to pester you or break any rules. it’s just this stupid quirk!” you said, trying to be as quiet and respectful as possible, but the quiet part wasn’t really working out for you. “it’s um— it’s adrenaline! basically i’m a normal person, just times two! i have a lot of energy!”

the more you explained, the more you apologized, the more iida began to realize you were actually very different from the clique you put yourself in. you were actually just as set on following rules as iida was. you were just with the people you fit in with.

iida didn’t expect this from you with your dark hair and your very punkish style, but you were just like him, just more outgoing.

maybe that’s why iida began to talk to you as much as possible.

maybe that’s why iida suddenly developed a small crush on you.

and maybe that crush wasn’t as small as he’d hoped.

[kylelovskii]

Can you do Iida x femReader that is a femme fatale, and is very competitive with him? Like academic rivals but with tension. Not smut but not fluff either ❤️

omg yes this is so good

i love iida he’s my little office siren

i hope it’s okay, but i used femme fatale as the readers quirk :3

this is kinda short, so lmk if you wanna continue this plot! ^_^

“alright, here are your tests..”

aizawa moped around the classroom, handing people papers and either saying ‘good job’ or ‘do better next time’. you already knew what he was going to say to you.

“outstanding job,” he said, then dropped the paper in front of you. an A+ in bright red stared you directly in the eyes. you smiled proud and leaned over the boy’s shoulder in front of you.

aizawa placed the paper on his desk: an A-. “you almost surpassed (y/n), but not quite. you’ll get there, though, iida.”

you and iida had been rivals ever since you began attending UA high. whether it be with your quirks or your grades, you were always competing.

you had a pretty strong quirk, strong like iida’s, called femme fatale. you were able to give someone a strong attraction towards you, then leading them to their defeat. the catch, however, was that you had to make some sort of intimate contact with them. whether it be holding hands, hugging, kissing, or a gentle caress of the waist. it had to be something romantic, and it only worked when you wanted it to. also, this doesn’t just work on people, it works on any living thing, which is why it’s so strong.

“almost? cmon, iida, thought you were better than that, sweetheart?” you teased, caressing his his face with your hand.

“you’re being incredibly inappropriate, and i want you to sit back down right now,” iida demanded, putting a firm hand on his desk. you chuckled, slowly leaning away and sitting back in your seat. “oh, of course, sir. im so sorry, sir.”

now, you didn’t know this, but iida secretly loved the attention you gave him. he loved the teasing, the insults, all the attention you gave him whether it be negative or positive. you were just so beautiful, he couldn’t help but feel a small attraction towards you.

since you didn’t know this, you also couldn’t know this, so that’s why he always, desperately, tried to one up you.

as class went on, he felt your eyes on him. it felt like they were burning holes in his back, which caused him to nervously bounce is leg.

did you somehow know about his infatuation with you?

did you know that he thrives off your attention?

did you know that he really didn’t care that you were better than him, he still wanted to hear you call him sir or class rep?

his leg just bounced faster. steam started emitting from his calf. of course, the steam was coming from his engine. it seemed like the bouncing was just revving up his leg.

unfortunately, everyone in class noticed but him, but before you could tease him about it, the bell rang for lunch. he abruptly stood up, gathered his things, waited for midoriya and ochacko, then immediately left the room.

you chuckled to yourself as he sped away. not to make fun of him, but you actually found it cute. thank god he didn’t know that though.

[kylelovskii]

okay i know i have like one million requests that i haven’t answered but i NEED some my hero academia requests (preferably tenya iida)

TRUST your requests will be answered soon..i’m just…hyperfixated and i need to write about mha.

[kylelovskii]

Do you take fic requests for smut? :0

of course! ask for anything, id be glad to write for ya :3

[kylelovskii]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE BACK

i always come back 😈

[kylelovskii]

Do you write for Blueycapsules william?

yes! i love him sm

you can request anything for him! :3

[kylelovskii]

can you do a william afton x reader where william is shirtless and the reader gets all flustered

i love william afton so much

i want that aftussy. 🙂

yall need to leave me more requests for him because i’m going through my fnaf phase again

anyways….! thank you sm for requesting!!!

unfortunately

it was weird. so weird.

you started working at the pizzeria a few months ago, just a young waitress trying to make enough money for an apartment so you can move out of your friends house.

but, your boss, unfortunately, infatuated you to no end.

worse came to positive, positive came to worse, then the two of you became an official couple. infatuation turned to love.

again, unfortunately.

-

you opened the front door to william’s now shared home. he entered in front of you, you entered behind him, slamming the door shut.

your relationship with william was good, but it certainly wasn’t great.

you often wonder how things became so weird over just a few short weeks.

“doll, fetch me a drink, would you? i was so swamped today with phone calls and paperwork. it’s the least you could do, dear,” william cooed out in that thick accent of his. he sank down into the couch, draping his arms over the back of it. he teetered his head to the side as he spoke to you.

“yeah,” you dryly responded. here’s where that word unfortunately came in. william had a drinking problem, and it was awful. he may be asking for one drink now, but one turns into six, and then six turns into ten. and then ten turns into an argument.

you poured him a glass of whisky, along with a few ice cubes to top it off. you took the cup of alcohol and swayed your hips over to him.

but, it caught you off guard when william sat there shirtless, his button up and tie discarded to the other side of the couch.

“um..what’s wrong? are you got? uh— do i need to turn the air down?” you spouted questions as your face heated up more and more.

“no, no,” he began as he took the glass from your shaky hands, “i feel i’ve been…absent to you. not treating you the way you wish. old habits die hard, as they say, but i’m willing to make them die easy for you, sweetheart. come here.” he patted his lap.

he’d never done this before, nor have you ever seen him shirtless. you’d never even fucked yet. what was going on? him? willing to change for you? this was absurd.

but the way he snaked his hand around your waist, the way he took a small sip of whisky, and the way he gently kissed you with all the love he had in his body begged to differ.

you pulled away, dumbfounded, staring at him with a red face. he reached his hand up and traced his thumb over your plush lips.

“tonight, i’m going to show you what it feels like to be loved. i think we both need it. isn’t that right?” he said, pinching your cheek.

fortunately, this was real. and fortunately, you wanted it so bad.

[kylelovskii]

GUYS PLEASE GIVE ME REQUESTS!!! ANYTHING WILL DO!!! PLLEWSAAASEE!!!

[kylelovskii]

idk but now that kyle finally asked reader to be his gf, what if they were just hanging out and stuff so then kyle leaves to go do something but ends up coming back and sees reader masturbating and theyre just like a total hot mess on his bed waiting for him… just a thought bc im feeling pretty freaky atm LOL i need kyle hes such a meanie

-❤️ anon

been a while.. :3

i’ve missed writing about mean kyle, so let’s do this! 😈

the fuck do you think you’re doing?

“hey, baby, i’m gonna get some snacks for movie night, okay?” kyle told you, cupping your plush cheeks and kissing your forehead.

“okay..” you respond, closing your eyes as he plants his lips on your temple. you watched as he walked away. his white wife beater hugging him perfectly, and the way his basketball shorts hung perfectly around his waist. you’d been so desperate for him the entire day, but still so shy to even say anything. despite all the change, that old, shy, innocent (y/n) was still down there.

he shut the bedroom door behind him as he waltzed out. you knew he’d be gone for a bit. he usually likes to cook something up for the two of you on movie nights, then have extra snacks on the side. what to do with all this time?

who’s to say you couldn’t rub one out real quick? if he didn’t catch you, no harm no foul, right?

and with that last thought, you sunk more into his bed, reaching your hand down your baggy pajama pants. you pushed one finger between your folds, already so slick from just the mere sight of kyle a few moments prior. you massage the bundle of nerves between the pudge of your pussy, then push your middle finger into your hole.

you sigh at the relief you’ve been craving for the past 4 hours. sure, it wasn’t as good as kyle’s fingers, but it got the job done.

you add another finger, speeding up to make this process go faster so kyle wouldn’t catch you. kyle’s rule was, and i quote: “if i ever catch your fucking your self without my permission, you’ll be in a world of hurt, you get me?”

and you did get him, you just didn’t want to burden him when he probably didn’t feel like it. besides, it’s movie night, and why would you ruin that?

you were on the edge, so caught up in the release you were about to get, that you didn’t hear the bedroom door swing open. so caught up in how good you felt that you didn’t hear him yelling at you.

“hey! what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

you yelped, scrambling up against the headboard, staring at kyle, horrified.

“who said you could do that, huh?” he spat, slowly walking over to you, his fists clenched.

“wait— i’m sorry! i didn’t want to bother you, and—” you were cut off by the painful sting in your scalp when he grabbed your hair, pulling your face up to his. “don’t be fucking stupid. get up, strip.”

you were quite terrified to say the least, so you quickly got up and stepped back away from your fuming boyfriend. you took off your t-shirt, then your pajama pants. you stood there, half naked, staring at him.

“why are you looking at me like you can’t understand english? i said strip.”

oh. he wanted you naked naked. okay. you brought the straps of your bra down, your perky tits bouncing out. you then pulled the pink cotton panties off your waist and kicked them to the side.

“you wanna get fucked so bad? then you’ll get fucked. lay down,” he ordered, pointing to the bed. you whined and climbed on the bed, laying down, vulnerable for him.

he tugged off his shirt, then took off his silky basketball shorts and threw them in a laundry basket along with his boxers.

“i think you’ve had enough prep, yeah? being greedy all alone in here, not even bothering to ask me. you know the rules, don’t cha?” he asked, smooshing your face together with one hand, stroking his cock with the other. “answer me, bitch.”

“yes! yes i remember! i’m sorry, ky— please!” then you felt a sharp pain against your face. “i don’t care if you’re sorry. you broke a rule, and now you’ll get punished. nothing has changed,” he forcefully explained before shoving his dick inside you. you cried out which turned into a long whine.

“aw, yeah? see? your fucking fingers can’t do this, only i can.” he reached his hand up and held your neck tightly, but not tight enough to stop your breathing. he pounded into you, harder and faster with each thrust.

“hah— ky! i’m gonna— you’re—” you tried to speak, but he was fucking you so good you couldn’t even form a sentence. “no you’re not. not until i do. you don’t deserve it.”

he slid his hand up, prying your mouth open more with his thumb, and with that a small fetching noise came from his throat before he spit in your mouth. “swallow,” he demanded, and you did.

each time his cock went back inside your cunt, it only pushed you more to the edge. you didn’t know how much longer you could hold out, but then you heard a high pitched groan come out of kyle’s mouth and then a warm sensation shoot inside you. that did it for you and you hit your high, legs shaking, locking them around kyle’s waist to make them stop.

but he kept going.

“stop! stopstopstop! kyle— please, wait—” he covered your mouth with his hand to shut you up, which didn’t really work, but you stopped talking at least. “what’s wrong? can’t take it? this is what you’ve been so desperate for, right? so you will take it. shut up and take it.”

orgasm after orgasm, kyle finally let up and pulled out, but he hadn’t cum yet. he inched up near your face, took off his glasses, and shoved them on your face. lean leaned his head back, stroking his cock until he came all over your face, recreating the scene that happened at cartman’s house many moons ago.

he let out a guttural moan as he did so, sighing when he finally came down from his high.

“go..go clean up,” he slurred, flopping down next to you as you looked at him confused. “you’re not gonna help?”

“no. you’ve been a bad girl. besides, i cooked. that’s enough of caring for one night. and clean my glasses too!” he shouted after you as you walked into the bathroom connected to his room.

kyle always took care of you, but bad girls know how to take care of themselves, right?

[kylelovskii]

Uhhhhm who said that

[kylelovskii]

OH MY GOD? HELLO OH MY GOD.

okay so….hello. OH MY GOD IM SO HAPPY !

so..over christmas. i got a new phone. and i couldn’t FUCKING REMEMBER MY LOG IN. and FINALLY i got it.

HELLO EVERYONE IM SO HAPPY TO BE BACK.

let me shit out a quick fic for yall before i go to bed 😈

[kylelovskii]

give me requests for coriolanus snow. immediately.

i want him. carnally.

[kylelovskii]

HIIIIII i luv ur work:3

ahhh tysm!!! <33

[kylelovskii]

FUCK YOUUUU (affectionately) not the kylelovski return- mk anon

HELP

expect me to drop dead again because i currently have the flu and i feel like i’m DYING

[kylelovskii]

the real question is Kyle more or less of a lil shit once he gets the girl? like you can't tell me that boy doesn't own a remote controlled vibe... -mk anon

this request is so old but IDC!!!!

and he does. 100%.

i wrote this half asleep so im sorry if it sucks and if there’s errors

“cmon, pretty thing. just once? i promise i won’t use it much, and if i do, i won’t turn it up so high.”

liar. fucking liar.

kyle had sweet talked you into putting a vibrator inside yourself, then going to a party with all of the guys. he promised he wouldn’t turn it on very much, he just wanted to test it out, and you believed him, which is why you let him. but you were so, so wrong.

—

there you stood, talking with wendy and bebe. everything was going perfect, and you really thought kyle had just forgotten about it, but then you felt the slightest sensation between your legs go to not so slight.

your hand flew to your mouth, which caused wendy to stop mid sentence and look at you. “hey, are you okay? you look like you’re about to be sick,” she asked. you nodded frantically. “yeah—yes! ah— i just— um..got a sharp..c—cramp in my stomach. i’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you replied before rushing off, trying not to let whines and whimpers escape from your mouth.

you rounded a corner into a hallway where, thankfully, no one was. you sighed loudly, sinking down to the floor. “oh god, kyle— stop, stop, stop…”

“what’s that? stop what?” you heard a voice come from down the hall. you snapped your head into the direction of the noise.

there kyle stood, his hands into the pockets of his grey sweatpants and his glasses perched upon his nose. you looked him up and down, noticing how his white wife beater hugged his waist perfectly.

“you— you said you wouldn’t do it much. and that if you did— it wouldn’t be so high!” you said, not even bothering to stand up and go to him. instead, he came to you and knelt down, taking your chin in his hand. “oh, i guess i tricked you. poor girl.”

then he grabbed your hand and pulled you up. “why don’t we go back to the party, huh? i think our friends miss us. i don’t think it would be very polite to abandon everyone just so i could toy with you,” he said as he led you back to the group he was originally with. as you walked, the vibrations slowly came to a halt. when it stopped, you sighed in relief.

kyle held your hand as he spoke with cartman, the two of them bantering while kenny and stan just listened, laughing at the smart remarks that came out of one of the others mouth. you listened as well, letting out a giggle or two, but then kyle turned the toy to its highest setting.

your knees almost buckled underneath you, and you let out an audible gasp which turned into a whine. “oh, honey, what’s the matter?” kyle asked, rushing to your aid. you gave him a look, then lied and said, “my stomach hurts, kyle.”

everyone looked at the two of you confused, but then kyle excused the both of you so he could 'help you'.

he dragged you into a bathroom, locked the door, then picked you up and set you on the counter. he forced your legs open, then moved your panties to the side to look at your glittering cunt.

your skirt bunched up at your stomach as he kneeled between your legs. he didn’t do anything, he just looked up at you and dirty talked you.

“see? look at you. you’re such a good girl, but i bet you’d rather me do this in front of all our friends. especially cartman, huh? that right, doll?” you shook your head quickly, telling him no.

“awh, baby don’t deny it. you may be a good girl for me, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re a little slut, right?” you shook your head again, whining and squirming, trying to close your legs. “no— nonono!”

“come on, take it for me. i know you can. be a good whore and take it. quit tryin' to close your legs,” kyle said, keeping your legs open with both his hands.

“please— i..oh god—” you groaned before your orgasm washed over you, your legs twitching and your hands flying to kyle’s hair.

as you came down from your high, you heard kyle speak, “wow that was quick. good job, baby. come on, i’ll clean you up and get that thing outta you,” he told you, helping you off the counter, then sitting you down on the toilet seat and running the water in the sink.