#an attempt was made babes and that's what matters 💋

[secndlife]

📂 u can have a kiss too 💋

“Sit,” you told Soonyoung, pointing to the chair placed in the middle of the bathroom. Your tone was soft and had no hints of command.

He sighed, “This fucking sucks.” You had never seen him so defeated. 

You placed yourself in front of him, hand moving to brush his hair to the side in an attempt to provide comfort. “I’m sorry.”

His shoulders moved in a shrug, “It’s not your fault.”

You were at work when you got a call informing you know Soonyoung was at the hospital. There was a situation at the dance studio with one of his kids and he ended up breaking an arm and spraying his ankle. Now, several hours, a cast, and a big pharmacy run later, the two of you were finally home and Soonyoung wanted nothing more but to take a shower and sleep it off. He hoped it was a nightmare and that he’d be in one piece by the morning. 

Given his injuries, he’d have to rely on you for basically everything for a while. Even for the stupid shower he wanted to take.

“I know,” you acknowledged, “but I can imagine this isn’t easy, so I’m sorry you’re going through it.” 

Soonyoung gave you a faint smile, “Thanks, babe.” 

You just nodded in response, “Can you raise your arm, please? Let’s take this shirt off.” 

He tried to help you as much as he could, but the cast made everything harder. He hated it. All of it.

Soonyoung had always valued his freedom and independence. And much like any other human, he liked to be in control of the situation. Not being able to do something as small as taking his shirt off made him feel insignificant. Unworthy. 

It must have shown on his face, as you questioned him a moment after placing his shirt on the laundry basket. “What’s with the frown?”

“This fucking sucks,” he repeated. “I can’t even shower by myself. This is such a stupid injury.” You offered him a sympathetic look. Knowing him as much as you did, you understood he just wanted to vent for a while. Complain about the situation he found himself in. 

So when you didn’t do anything besides pet his hair, he continued. “This is gonna make everything so difficult. Not just for me, but for you too. And you’re already so stressed with work that I feel like I’ll just add another burden to it and—”

“Hey, no.” Soonyoung looked up at you, lips shaped in a pout. “It doesn’t matter that I’m stressed with work. You’re not a burden, and you won’t ever be that.”

Soonyoung shook his head in disagreement, “You’re literally having to undress me so you can help me shower. How’s that not a burden?”

He didn’t like this conversation. He didn’t like any of this. His thoughts, his feelings, his pain. He hated it. In theory, Soonyoung was well aware that you didn’t see him that way. But the frustration that was growing inside him at every passing second clouded his mind in a way that he couldn’t see this mess in any other way. 

“Remember when I got sick a couple of weeks ago, and you had to clean up my vomit from the floor? And do everything else, basically?” He nodded. “Was that a burden for you?”

“No,” he answered, biting the insides of his cheek. “Never.”

“Exactly.” You took his free hand between yours, palms caressing his skin. “When I say I love you, taking care of you is just another way to show it.”

“It’s just. Urgh.” He couldn’t externalize his thoughts properly. “I don’t know. I like being independent.” Another sigh left his body. “And the timing for this is terrible. You have a lot going on, and I don’t want to add to it.”

You smiled at him, “I’m a big girl, I can handle it.” 

Silence. Soonyoung hated all of this.

“Don’t think too much of it,” you declared. "It’s okay to be annoyed and sad." He needed to understand you weren't trying to dismiss his feelings. This was, indeed, a shitty situation. So he had every right to feel shitty over it. You just wanted to show him that you were there, and that love didn't cost a thing.

Not for you. Not for him.

"Just don’t see this as oh my god this awful thing that will consume me and make me tired.” You squeezed his hand, “I love you, and this is just something we do for the people we love.”

His eyes were slightly less sad now. It was barely noticeable. You guessed it would take some time for them to recover their usual stars.

“This just really, really sucks,” Soonyoung said, once again. A broken record. A broken Soonyoung.

“I know.” You leaned in, hands still holding his, and placed a kiss on his forehead. Gently. Lovingly. “It’ll pass.”

Everything passed. Everything but your love for him.

[dirtypolygonconfessions]

[ID: a screenshot from the Band Geeks episode of Spongebob Squarepants. All the characters are wearing marching band outfits. Patrick Gill’s smiling face has been edited over Spongebob’s, who is dancing excitedly. The caption says “Sponge bob Square Pat” /END ID]

[breezymichelle99]

Kiss Me More | Tyler Glasnow

Summary: A Celebratory evening turns into a hot makeout session in which you learn something very interesting about your boyfriend....                          He Likes His Hair Pulled. 💋

Warnings: injury mentions, Making out, Praise-ish Kink, female receiving, unprotected sex, choking (sort of), Hair Pulling, dirty talk,. 

                              (Pics are from Google or pinterest.) 

Tyler Had been spending every possible moment he could rehabbing from his UCL Tear. You knew it had been difficult for him; especially the closer it got to him making it back on the mound. He’d been at the field all day meeting with training staff, going through simulated pitching. You couldn’t wait for the day he would finally come home and tell you he was cleared to pitch. Everytime he returned it was always maybe next week Ty, or we don’t think you’re quite there yet Ty, and then you’d end up snuggling a disappointed pitcher into your chest all night. You knew it couldn’t be long now. 

The front door opened and you could hear Tyler singing. That was a good sign. “Babe, where are you?” he calls to you from the living room. You can hear the happiness in his voice.  “I'm In the..” your voice trails off as you see him in the hall; a bottle of wine in hand. You eye him. “Are we celebrating something?” you ask, stepping towards him. He smiles that gorgeous smile of his and runs his fingers through his long locks. “I have my first Triple A rehab start next week and depending on how I feel after that start I could be back on the mound by the 16th.” he says. The look of absolute relief and happiness filled his eyes.  “We almost made it.” he adds. There was silence for a second as you decided the best reaction. 

“OMG BABY!” you scream jumping into his arms. He laughs as he wraps his arms around you and spins you around.. You kiss him slowly. “I'm so proud of you Ty. Everything you’ve done, how hard you’ve worked to get back. I honestly couldn't be more proud of you baby. I love you so much.” you say to him trying not to get too emotional. He sets you down the kitchen counter. “I couldn’t have done it without you, pushing me in rehab and dealing with me when I wasn’t so nice afterwards and then holding me in your arms when they told me yet again I wasn’t ready. Your support was everything to me and I hope you know how much I love you and how much I really appreciate absolutely everything you’ve done for me.” he says, his gorgeous eyes looking back into yours. 

You run your thumb over his cheek, holding his gazing a little while longer savoring this sweet moment with him. “You know no matter what I've always got your Back Ty.” you whisper into his lips, your hands running through his long locks. His phone was buzzing in his pocket. He smirks. “Hold that thought, princess.” he whispers kissing your nose before he answers his call. You attempted to hop off the counter since your 6ft8 boyfriend decided to place you there. You smile. He was finally going to be back on the mound. You grab the bottle opener and two glasses and pour the wine he brought home and then order some take out. 

He returned to the kitchen. You look up at him. “Good news?” you ask. He's leaning into you and his hand is on the small of your back and you're both giggling and life seems good as he nods yes... The take out order comes and you settle onto the couch with your glasses of wine and plates of food; enjoying the night in. After setting the dirty plates and empty wine glasses into the sink you settle back into Tyler’s arms to finish the rest of the movie you two had been watching. However it seemed like he had other plans. 

“Ty..” you groan. “I'm trying to finish this.” you say trying to avoid his lips on your neck and his long fingers tracing delicate circles on the skin of your inner thigh. You hear him chuckle. “No you're not.” he growls in your ear and seconds later the ending of the movie has been forgotten. You were in his lap in an instant, legs straddling either side of him. His hands slid down your back to your ass where they remained; squeezing every now and again eliciting a loud moan from you each time. 

Your lips devour each others, tongues colliding together. He pulls your bottom lip between his teeth and you grind your hips against him; moaning loudly. You feel him smirk into your lips. “I thought you were finishing your movie.” he chuckles. “Shut up and kiss me. Mister.” you groan. He smiles. “As you wish.” his lips are on yours again and you are both moaning in sync once again. Your hands are in his hair now running slowly through his long curly locks. 

His hips grind hard against yours and you end up pulling his hair between your fingers, lips kissing the curve of his jaw down his neck.The sounds that came from his mouth were unholy. You pulled your lips away from his. “What was that?’ you smirk. He’s quiet, cheeks flushing a slight shade of pink. “Tyler?” you raise an eyebrow at him. He bites his lip. “Tyler Allen. Did you just get turned on by me pulling your hair?” you questioned him again playful. His growing erection is clear against your thigh now. He smirks. “Come on baby Kiss me More!” he whines. Pulling you towards him. Still avoiding the question. “I mean if you wanted me to do it more, you should have just told me.” you smirk. “I would have been more than happy to oblige.” you bit your lip. Especially with the reaction you had gotten from him. If you’d only known. 

His lips crashed into yours again, shutting you up. You couldn't help but smile into his lips. Your hands instantly find his hair again as you continue to play in it teasing him every once in a while, since now you knew his secret. The makeout session is heating up, both of you moaning loudly into the wide space of the living room. Both trying to adjust comfortably on the couch, but Tyler’s 6ft8 frame made it difficult to find any position on your living room couch.

Finally he had had enough. He grabbed you by the back of the thighs and leaned up, standing. Your lips never leaving his as he carried you down the away to the bedroom. Once inside the bedroom he sets you down. You help each other undress as quickly as possible. Then Tyler lays you down on the bed, his big body above yours in an instant. Gorgeous blue eyes staring back at you for a moment. “I love you.” he whispers, his thumb tenderly rubbing across your cheek. “I love you too, baby.” you say smiling up at him just before his lips find your neck and you’re moaning beneath him.

He’s kissing down your body leaving little hickies down your delicate skin. He’s between your thighs before you know it. “Mmmm Ty.” you moan as you feel him slowly begin to rub your clit with his long fingers. You fidget beneath him. He smirks. “You’ve been such a good girl, my love. So supportive, always taking such good care of me, now it’s my turn to take care of you.”  he whispers quietly. Eyes looking up at you from between your thighs. “Oh Tyler.” you moan loudly as he slides his tongue over your folds. Your hands fall into his hair. 

Pulling it between your fingers, he groans. “Do it again.” he says, devouring you like some late night snack. You do as you're told. “Fuck babe harder.” he growls sending vibrations throughout your core. You pull his long hair harder. Your hips crashing into his lips. His tongue and fingers hitting the just right spot every time. “Fuck Tyler, III.” your words trail off. “Cum for me like the good girl you are.” he demands and you can’t help but do as you're told. “God baby you taste so fucking good.” he says as he licks his lips. You can’t help but smirk as you pant beneath him. 

He’s kissing up your thigh now, past your navel, making sure to pay special attention to both breasts as he makes his way up to your lips kissing you slowly at first.  “Fuck Ty, I want you so bad.” you whine into his lips. He smirks. “My pleasure, princess.” he says. He leans up, giving himself a few quick pumps as you watch eyes wide with anticipation. His hand is on your hip as he guides himself into you slowly. You let out an unholy moan. His left hand slides up your body, long fingers squeezing your breasts and teasing your nipples. You can't help but whine, but his hand doesn’t stop, it slides up to your neck and you groan as you feel his long fingers wrap around your neck, thumb tight on your pressure point you reach up holding his arm with yours. Eyes never leaving each other as he thrust harder into you. You sit up wrapping your legs around him pushing him deeper. You both moan loudly. His hand comes from around your neck to hold your back, his thighs supporting you both now as you bounce up and down on him getting him deeper than ever before. . “Fuck baby you ride me so good.” he moans in your ear.

You’re both so close now and you can feel it. You tighten around him. You’re gripping his muscled shoulders, scratches all down his back. “Cum baby.” his voice deep and dark like a command and you do exactly as you're told. “Fuck Tyler, you feel so good inside of me.” you can’t help but utter as you feel him cum inside you. He groans in your ear as you both ride out your orgasm, finishing together in a hot mess of sweat and hickies and cum on the bed. 

You both laugh as you stretch out still tangled in each other. “Guess I can skip my morning work out tomorrow.” Tyler Chuckles as he looks over at you as you lay beside him catching your breath. “Guess I can skip mine for the next week.” you joke. Both of your breathing finally begins to even out as you come down from your high.  Tyler’s fingers trace your cheek as you lay beside him on the bed. “What?” you ask him, biting your lip. He’s been staring at you for a good 10 minutes without saying a word. “Just thinking about you and our life and how happy you make me and how i'm just so lucky to have you in my life.” he says. You smile. Giving him a little chuckle. “You are such a liar Tyler Allan Glasnow, you were thinking about fucking me in the shower, weren't you?” you slap his shoulder. He blushes. . “Okay Okay maybe I was, however i'm still grateful to have you.” he says with a smirk. “Nice try, Glasnow.” you chuckle as you get up from the bed. “Where do you think you’re going?” he says leaning up. 

You couldn’t help but smirk at him. Eyes wild with lust and desire for your tall handsome pitcher. You bite your lip. “Last one in gets to cum last.” you smirk as you disappear into the bathroom. He hears the shower turn on and he’s up from the bed in two seconds, grinning all the there. He’d take that bet any day off the week as you find yourself shoved up against the shower all in seconds. His big body, trapping you there. “Guess you’re the loser.” you smirk. You can see the wheels turning in his brain. “No baby girl, I'm the winner.” he smirks, devouring your lips as he begs you to kiss him more. 

The end.