#frat boy kyle

[not-alien-girl-v]

MORE FRAT BOY KYLE FLUFF IM ACTUALLY OBSESSED WITH UR WRITING NEW FAV BLOG OMG

warning: language and aggressive vomit-inducing cuteness

note: thank u sm pookie

"Hey you," Kyle looks up from his phone after hours of scrolling through whatever random piece of media had occupied his brain today. It's 12 pm on a Saturday and Kyle had no plans other than to take his beautiful girlfriend out for dinner tonight, he was to pick her up at 6 o'clock at her house, so he's a bit surprised when she shows up unannounced, 6 hours early in his bedroom.

He's sitting at his desk chair and he previously had been playing a video game on his laptop but got distracted by his phone, something he does a lot, and he had died in the game long ago, so it wasn't like he was missing out on anything.

"Hi," she beams at him with the widest grin spread on her face. She prances toward him.

"What's got you in such a good mood? And here so early? I thought I was grabbing you at 6?" When she comes to stand behind him in the chair, he leans his head back, stretching his neck to come face to face with her. She leans her head down, placing a sweet kiss on his upside-down lips.

"Just missed you. Figured I got nothing better to do than hang with you today, so I might as well come early. Is that okay?" He doesn't miss the slight tinge of insecurity or unsureness in her last words, and he simply won't stand for her feeling any fraction of nervous in his presence.

"Of course it is, sweetie. I love spending time with you," he whispers to her as she's lingered her head next to his even after she parted from the kiss.

"Cool. Can I sit on your lap?" His heart skips a beat. He blinks in surprise, it's not like her to be so forward with her need for affection or anything like that.

"Come here," he reaches an arm out for her, placing it on the small of her back and leading her to the comfort of his lap. She squirms a bit, settling herself into him, with a content sigh.

She chuckles a little, "wow, you're warm." She leans back and snuggles her head into the crook of his neck.

He holds her firmly, enjoying the safety he feels when she's near. "And you're cold."

"That's because it's cold outside. Dead of fucking winter," she complains into his neck like a pouting child and a smile spreads on his face. He rubs her back softly.

"You walked here?"

"I got a ride," she presses her cheek to his, eager to feel his soothing touch.

"By who?" He leaves a short kiss on her neck.

Pulling back, she holds his face in both her hands, gazing into his adoring eyes, taking in his features. "My pimp. Are you totally jealous?" She sentences him to 3 kisses, one right after another, holding him in place. He hums into her open mouth.

"What's your pimp got to say about you havin' a boyfriend, huh?"

She holds his face back before he can lean in for another kiss. "I've been meaning to tell you, actually. He said you gotta start payin' up now. This whole cuddle session thing we got going on here? It ain't cheap."

"Ah, here I was thinking you liked me or something," he rubs her back some more, feeling her warm skin through the cloth of her shirt and drinking in the amorous look on her face when he focuses on her. And he wants to. He wants to look at her pretty face and stare at her forever, if she'd allow it. He'd assume she'd think him a creep, though. "Why'd you really come?"

He's no fool. She's only ever this affectionate, this in need of him when she's drunk. On top of that, she values her alone time. He tries not to take offense to it, but he knew she had a day to herself today, so it's unlike her to interrupt it with this event. This whole thing, the cuddling, the kisses, it's unlike her.

"What do you mean?"

"Darling. I'm not stupid. You're usually too quick to complain when I try and hold you like this. What's up? You can tell me," he doesn't let her hide her face back into his neck again, hoping she'll look him in the eye.

She sighs but still doesn't look straight at him. "Just had a tough morning."

"Is that all?" He asks, trying to determine if he sounds patronizing or compassionate, like he means to.

"I don't know. I just need you. Is that okay?"

"That's fine with me. You can come to me anytime you need me, you understand? You don't have to explain, you don't even need a reason why, okay? I love you," it's so easy to believe him when he speaks so dearly, with such a adoring look on his handsome face. She nods, and he nods back in confirmation. He sighs.

"I'm still cold, though. Anything you can do about that?" He smiles cutely at her again.

"Mhm," he taps the side of her leg, sending her a signal to stand up, and he follows, venturing over to his closet where he pulls out a plain black hoodie, and he turns back to her. "Arms up, baby." He doesn't miss the silly little giggle she lets out at being treated like this, and once he pulls the hoodie down over her body, he cups her face in both hands. "So cute. I'm gonna make you tea. Go lay down, sweetie."

"Don't tell me what to do," she spits back, but does what she's told, obediently, and settles herself comfortable in his cushy bed.

He's back in a few minutes, he must have microwaved the water rather than use a tea kettle. She's on his laptop, browsing through his open tabs, and for a split second, he wonders how she got into it, but then remembers he's set the password to her birthday, so it would have been easy for her to crack. "What you up to, babe?"

He sets the tea down on the nightstand next to her and walks around to the other side of the bed, taking a seat. "You've got some weird stuff on here, Ky."

He sighs. "You found the folder, didn't you."

"Yes, I found the folder. I thought I might have dreamt you telling me you have a folder full of my candids, but you told me the other night, when I was drunk right?" He nods in confirmation. "Right, and I bet you thought I was too drunk to remember it, but I'm smarter than that. I'm like a hacker, I hacked your password. It was easy, though. I mean, my birthday? That's like, basic shit."

He scoots in next to her, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her in tight. "Well excuse me for being a sap. I've got a big crush on you. I'm on some schoolboy type shit. I just wanna chase you around the playground and yank on your hair."

She turns into him, eager to feel his soft, warm skin against her hands, so she goes searching under the covers till she reaches the hem of his shirt, which she pushes up a few inches to rest her hand on his stomach. "You can pull my hair all you want, but don't chase me, I'm tired."

Resting her head on his chest, she wraps both arms around him tightly, hoping to restore her mental wellbeing in the comfort of his presence and embrace. But honestly, just him being here, so in love with her, is enough to satiate her need for him.

"You sure you don't want to talk about it?"

"There's nothing to say, really. I just missed you. But not in a normal way, I guess. I don't know. I don't have the words for this."

"You never do."

"What?"

"Words of affirmation. It's not your love language. Neither is physical touch, but every now and then, you can have your moments. But acts of service, you like that the most. 'S why I always give you a hoodie when you get cold, make you tea and cuddle you to warm you up. I know it's what makes you feel my love the most."

"Aww. Now I feel shitty, what's your love language? I don't know it."

"It's physical touch. Don't stress over it baby. I know you love me, you don't need to specialize in being all touchy for me to know that."

"How much do you love me?"

"What?"

"Like scale of 1 to 10. Be honest."

"I'm always honest to you," he mumbles, but she still heard. "11." He worries he's said the wrong number when she doesn't say anything for a good long while.

"Hey Kyle?"

"Hmm?"

"Marry me?"

He breaks his stare at the ceiling to look back at her, only to find her staring right back at him, eye to eye. "What?"

"Marry me." She says it as a statement now. She knows how whipped he is.

"Are you being silly right now or are you being for real?"

"For real."

He gazes into her eyes, trying to find a hint of sarcasm, but only finding equally returned love. "Yes, I'll marry you. Are you kidding me?"

"Nope. I'm tired though. Nap first, then marriage?" He bursts out laughing at her, like he always does, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Yeah, let's nap first, sweetie."

[kylespencersgirl]

Kyle 🤭❤️

[taintandviolent]

Some baby boy Kyle wallpapers/lockscreens. 🫶🏻

{like/reblog if you use!}

[mxtxfanatic]

Of course the random cannon fodder’s name is Percy. Of course.

[boxwinebaddie]

bebe is sooo super graphic ultra modern girl by chappell roan

Anonymous asked: YOU GIVE ME SUPER GRAPHIC ULTRA MODERN GIRL VIBES TOO LOWKEYJFKDKD

me x bebe x being super graphic ultra modern girls!!!!

PLEASE!!!!!!! this is the Highest compliment!!!! i love when people tell me what music they think i sound like/what songs -- i literally died and went to heaven when that one anon told me they think i sound like a mazzy star/cure mashup & i think abt it Every! Damn! Day! <333

and, to be hooonest: i feel like a lot of people want to be like bebe stevens...but i do actually think i'm /extremely/ Bebe Stevens Coded. like she is me, i am her. we swap goss in the juicy tracksuits, drink cute pink whitney lemonades, trash talk our exs and on weird nights, kiss.

but most specifically i think i am a bebe stevens sun bc i present like an extremely extroverted 2cool4u slay olay girl boss whos constantly doing hot girl shit ( i feel like i can also be read as kenny in a main five context tbh bc i'm freak nasty fuccboi gutter trash ) a true blue stan moon bc i'm actually a pathetic sad girl failure w/ bad punk rock self destructive tendencies who uses the bisexual finger guns as a coping mechanism waaay too often and a kyle rising, tbh, bc i am fucking neurotic, introverted, kind of a haunted narrator and what’s more?

A Hater...through and through, darling. <3 :*

-uncle nina, super graphic ultra modern girl ;)

[eriksangel666]

It is a truth universally acknowledged that Kyle Barisch as Raoul can go kick rocks

[seriial]

i came on here to rant but saw some of the most incomprehensible shit on my dashboard that my lil rage-y feelings were overpowered by pure confusion so good job tumblr

[jetstargf]

43. for the wrapped thing

used to it - gianni & kyle

send me a number 1-101 and i’ll tell u what song it is on my wrapped

[daz4i]

straight friend groups be like: *blonde girl* *chad* *the funny one* *kyle* *brunette girl* *frat boy*

gay friend groups be like: *catboy* *suicidal mentor figure* *a walking nervous breakdown* *murderous trans guy* *sadistic traumatized doctor* *killed 35 people* *autistic detective* *kenji*

[not-alien-girl-v]

hi!! i was wondering if you could write angst with boy kyle? maybe something happens at a party and he gets angry?. (sorry it’s my first request)!! 🫶🏻💗

warning: language, party stuff

note: kyle and reader are high key toxic in this one but you asked for angst so im giving angst. side note i love george daniel my next fic will be something for him so watch out 1975 fans. every frat kyle fic i write, they go to a party. working on a writing list rn so i can actually write stuff

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"are you really not gonna talk to me?" kyle whines, hands gripping tighter to the steering wheel and veins protruding from the pale thin skin at the back of his palms.

her lips fold in on each other to symbolize her meaningful silence. with this silence, she intended to get a message across, ironically, that message being that tonight, kyle was being an asshole.

"jesus christ, babe, i said i was sorry. what do you want me to do? get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness?" he takes equally timed glances at her fuming figure in the passenger's seat, stealing quick views in intervals, hoping she doesn't notice the desperation for forgiveness truly hiding in his brown eyes tonight.

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"god, you're being a fucking child," and maybe it's the way her arms cross over her chest or the ridiculous pout on her face that would cause him to make such a comment, but it's not one that comes without offense.

"oh really? i'm the child? you're sitting here cursing me out for you being upset over something you did wrong. forgive me if i'm wrong but it looks like i'm the only adult in this situation." kyle would have been thankful for her finally breaking and speaking something to him had it not been another comment that further angered him. fine, he thought. she wants to see childish? he'd show her.

when the car comes rolling to a stop, her seat belt flies off in an instant, and she's escaping the confines of the car, not forgetting to give his car door a slam on her way out for good measure. she doesn't look back to see the expression on his face.

quickly, she finds her friends, a small group of young women who she met through her college, being classmates, dormmates, and girlfriends of kyle's fraternity brothers. one, namely, being violet.

"hey y/n! what's kyle up to tonight?" violet asks her, noticing the lack of a blond boy clinging to her side like he does without fail at every party.

"pissing me off," she chooses to take a sip of her generic liquid in a cup instead of elaborating further on the matter.

"oh? what's up?" the plastic of the red solo cup in y/n's hand cracks under the pressure of her gently squeezing hand.

"he's just being an asshole, the usual." though she explains his behavior as 'the usual', it's far from the truth. in fact, kyle usually does everything in his limited power to please her, whatever it takes to make her happy, so for them to be in a squabble such as this was a rarity.

"ok fine, don't tell me. you'll do a shot with me, though, right?" violet asks, pleading with her eyes for her friend to agree.

"sure, whatever. might as well get shitfaced so i don't have to think about all this tonight."

the two make their way to the island counter of the kitchen, y/n leaning her elbows on the cold marble while violet flirts her way into convincing some random guy to pour out their shots. he agrees, and he is joined by a friend, a tall, brown haired boy, and they both approach the two girls by the counter with shot glasses and tequila in hand.

the first guy keeps his focus on violet, messily pouring out the promised shots, while the other's attention gravitates to y/n.

"tequila's your choice?" he queries, gesturing with his arm to the shot now sitting gracefully in front of her.

"it gets the job done." with that, her head tips back, letting the foul tasting liquid burn down her throat, her eyes scrunching in response.

"you looking to forget about some shit tonight?" he flirtingly scooches right next to her, leaning on the counter, mirroring her to face her directly.

she giggles, "something like that."

when her laughter comes to a lull, he reaches his hand out in a handshake. "xander."

she accepts it, gripping his warm hand in her own, "y/n."

suddenly, like a boa constricting its prey, an arm finds its way around her shoulder as a figure creeps up behind her, pressing into her side like it owns her. she doesn't have to turn her head to know its kyle.

"what are we talking about here, guys?" kyle fakes innocence and also ignores the aggressive eye rolling from his annoyed girlfriend.

"now's not a good time," y/n starts to explain, but kyle simply grips her tighter, nearly hard enough to leave a bruise but not quite, and the level of discomfort is evident enough on her face that xander speaks up.

"hey, is he bothering you?"

"she's fine-"

"i wasn't asking you, now was i? is he? you can tell me."

her eyes widened as the idea flashed before them. "yes, in fact, he is bothering me. he's been bothering me all night."

"look man, i think it's time you go," xander starts out heavy, giving kyle a firm shove, effectively removing him from his fused position to the girl's side.

normally, kyle would have the ability to keep his cool in a situation like this, but he had been beefing with his girlfriend all night, and he also, purely coincidentally, had taken several shots since his entrance to the event. so now not only was he angry, but he was drunk.

"hey, keep your hands off me, bro!" kyle shoves back, and with a few more childish shoves similar to that, punches are being thrown, and they both fell to the ground in their brawl.

some other men jump in soon enough, ripping the two apart, and xander is pulled to another room, while kyle is pushed outside, likely for good for the night.

now even more enraged than the moment she exited the car, y/n stomps after him.

when he sees her standing before him outside, she notices the gentle smile playing on his bruised face and she almost feels guilty for being about to yell at him, but soon remembers what he did.

"what the fuck is your problem?" she yells.

"you're my problem," he grumbles, picking himself off the ground an dusting off his jeans with the palms of his sweaty hands.

she ignores his almost cute quip. "you think you can just act like you fucking own me? like i'm your property? because i'm not, i shouldn't have to tell you how fucked that is, kyle!"

"so do you do this a lot? you flirt with random guys at parties. parties that i'm at? do you tell them you have a boyfriend before you blow them or what?"

"i'm not a slut, if that's what your implying. i've never done what you accused me of, not even tonight. we were having an innocent conversation when you came in like my fucking owner. but if that's what you think i do all the time, if you genuinely believe that, then maybe we shouldn't be doing this."

she begins to walk away at his hallowing silence but he grabs her wrist before her escape. "wait!"

"what?" she's not snappy anymore, she's just exhausted. with him, with tonight, with this whole situation.

"i'm sorry. i'm so sorry baby," he pleads with her and she can tell he means it despite his drunk filter to the words. she can't help but hear him out.

"please don't leave me, don't end this, i'll do anything, i promise. i just love you. okay? i don't mean to be so nasty, i'm just afraid of you leaving me, of someone taking you, of you finding someone else, someone better." he's been tenderly holding her hand through his entire confession and to his surprise, she's been letting him.

she sighs, feeling a bit of stress melt from her mind as she exhales into the chilled night air. "i know, baby. you're a good boyfriend, a great one, actually. i just can't stand when you act like i'm yours. i don't do that to you around your friends. i don't do it around anyone, and i expect the same from you. i don't want to leave either, but can you promise you won't do this anymore?"

"of course. i promise, i swear. on my life, i swear. i will do anything to make this better, to fix this. tell me what i can do for you right now, sweetie."

her thumb rubs soothingly over his hand and she focuses on their hands joined together rather than meeting his eyes for a moment, then looks up, "you can start by coming home with me. stay the night, we can work this all out."

"anything you want," he soon realizes she's led him to his car, and she reaches around in his pockets for his keys, pushing him into the open car.

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kyle's head rests sleepily on her warm chest, and he's long since stripped of his shirt and jeans, allowing her to wear his discarded shirt to sleep. his hands and wrists are folded comfortable, tucked into the crevice of his neck and he's just listening to the beautiful sounds of her soft exhales. her breaths aren't quite even, and he knows she's still awake.

"you promise you won't leave? you'll still be here when i wake up?"

"i promise, sweetie."

[kylespencersgirl]

He looks so good 🥺❤️

[cordeliawhohung]

some more pornstar!gaz where he walks into the studio with you filming with someone else. which is fine, you both work in the porn industry after all. such a shame that your co-star couldn't even get you off, though ):

Pathetic. 

It was the only word that popped into Kyle’s head as he hid behind studio lights and camera men while he watched that scene unfold in front of him. There was every opportunity for that shoot to be magnificent, hell, everything had that opportunity where you were involved. Yet the man they had you paired with for that day was… subpar. Worse than that, he was useless. 

Kyle watched with bored eyes as the man kept you pinned to the bed on your back with your legs around his hips. Usually Kyle was a fan of missionary, especially with you. He reveled in how he had the perfect view of your wide eyes and tense brows; how your hands always clung around his neck as if you would fall through the earth without him. It was a masterpiece he loved panting on you, yet this man was no such artist. Your hips were at a terrible angle — a pillow would have done you some good — and judging by the forced expression on your face, Kyle was right. 

However, you wouldn’t have made it that far in the industry if you didn’t know how to fake it. Fake it well. Your hands still pawed at the man’s back like you couldn’t get enough of the way he pathetically pumped into you, and your moans still sang out like it was the only song you knew. You were, after all, an actress in some capacity. 

Kyle knew you better than that. 

Your hums and purrs were full of only a fraction of actual pleasure and passion. When he fucked you, there was always a lilt to your moans. A sweet pitchiness that he always seemed to pull out of you, especially when budding up against your cervix. You always gasped more with him too. You’d cry out and cling to him when his thumb circled around your clit or when his teeth gently sunk into the side of your shoulder. One of those days he’d eat you alive; on or off set, he didn’t care. 

He could daydream about that all he wanted to, but that didn’t change the fact he was watching you get fucked by an amateur. Or at least he hoped they were an amateur. If they were a seasoned veteran still fucking women like they were lifeless sex dolls, he had a few choice words for the studio. 

No matter, the torture was about to end. He could tell by the dramatic increase of the man’s grunts he was going to come soon, and Kyle nearly laughed at the relief in your face. How desperate you were, not for the man to finish, but for it all to finally end. And when he did finish, the man hardly kept the tip of his cock buried in your cunt as he gave you his spend. There was nothing deep or connecting about it; it felt like he watched a frat boy fuck some poor sorority girl rather than two adults properly make love. What a fucking waste. 

Kyle could have done better. 

Assistants wrapped you in a robe and whisked you off set faster than any other actress he had seen in his entire career, which almost made it even more pathetic that your co-star had to sit on the bed and take a breather. It was like your cunt had been the first drink of water he had gotten in ages, yet for you his cock had been nothing but another drop in the ocean. What made things worse, was that you didn’t even come. It was so painfully obvious, yet left completely unaddressed. 

He wanted to remedy that. 

One of the nice things about the studio you worked for was that they always ensured you had a place to shower after shoots, which was a godsend after that day. Annoying, sour smelling cum dripping down your thighs wasn’t exactly a feeling you wanted to savor, so you turned on the hot water as soon as you were finished. Well, as soon as your co-star had finished, anyway. 

The bathroom was frigid. When they had constructed the building, it seemed as if they had prioritized more of the studio benefits rather than any sort of benefits for the actors. There was hardly any room for you to stretch your arms out in the shower, and every inch of the room was cemented in tile. But it was fine. You’d wash your body off, get the annoying sticky remains of a man you would have rather not fucked off of you, and then head home for a well deserved break. 

Your break seemed further away than ever when you heard the squeaky sound of the bathroom door open just for it to close shut. Your eyes rolled as you did your best to hold back a heavy sigh. Not even a damn knock. It wasn’t uncommon for men who you shot with to follow you into the bathroom or dressing room in order to talk, which was just about as pathetic as it sounded. Most didn’t care to give you a second glance after filming, but others became rather… starstruck. You were one of the most popular female stars in that studio. Filming with you always meant big bucks. 

Rather than ignoring the person who entered the room so wordlessly, you peeked behind the shower curtain with a preset glare on your face, only to be met with the sight of Kyle Garrick. A smile had already been painted onto his lips, but there was more than just friendliness behind them. There was a knowing look that nearly made you laugh. 

“It seems I have a Peeping Tom,” you mused as you retreated back behind the curtain. 

“You’ll be alright. I’ve already peeped more of you than what can be seen in the shower anyway,” he quipped. 

There was a poor attempt made to try and hide your laughter from him, but the tile wall bounced your giggles around like a game of catch. Kyle snickered as he approached the bathroom counter and leaned against it. 

“Saw you filming,” he admitted, sparking up conversation. 

“Didn’t realize you were a voyeur,” you teased. 

The shower turned off with a squeak as you finished your quick wash. You tore your towel off of the curtain rod before quickly drying off and wrapping your body with it before exiting. Each move was careful and calculated as you didn’t fancy slipping and cracking your head on that stupid fucking tile, but Kyle didn’t seem to mind you taking your time. 

“Here for your own shoot, then?” you asked. 

“I’ve got one in a bit, yeah,” he confirmed. 

Humming, you approached the counter next to him where you began to rummage through your bag. If Kyle had been anyone else in the studio, you would have cussed them out and chased them out of the room within an instant. But you had grown rather close to him. You enjoyed filming with him. He was one of the few actors who could actually make you come, and you didn’t feel… gross afterwards. Luckily for you, viewers seemed to like the two of you filming together as well, so more often than not you were paired with him. 

Just not that week, annoyingly enough. 

“Just here to say hi, then?” you prompted. 

Kyle slipped away from the counter, giving you room to set your items aside as you retrieved them from your bag, but he didn’t go far. His gaze flickered to you through the mirror before he slowly approached behind you, hands resting on your waist through the thick fabric of your towel. 

“He didn’t make you come, did he?” he asked, ignoring your inquiry. 

Your movements ceased as your eyes focused on the mirror in front of you. Kyle’s attention was trained on the side of your neck, and you could see the internal debate in his mind. Like he didn’t know if he should hold himself back from biting you or not. 

“Was it obvious?” you asked. 

“It was to me,” he answered. “All of it was. He did a piss poor job of gettin’ you off at all.” 

A smirk pulled at your lips as you leaned back against him, and you felt his chest expand while his hands dipped lower. They ran along your hips, down your thighs, all the way until he reached the end of your towel where his hands then began to slide back up. 

“You almost sound upset,” you teased. 

“I am. It’s always a shame when pretty things like you get neglected,” he admitted, head dipping into the crook of your neck. His thumbs brushed over the underside of your bum as he pulled you further against him. “Could fix that, if you want.” 

“You really were serious about getting me without the cameras, weren’t you?” you asked. 

“I always keep my promises.” 

Fuck. Fuck. You did want it. Wanted him. He was the only actor in that entire industry who actually seemed to know his way around a woman’s body, and it was terribly addicting. Not only was he good with his cock, but everything else. His fingers, his tongue, his words. He always had a way of getting you worked up and clenching around nothing before even touching you. 

Slowly, you spun around so that you could face him, and you pressed your hands against his chest. The heavy-lidded expression on his face wasn’t a secret, but it never seemed like he tried to hide anything from you. Some sort of string bound the two of you together in a way that was more than just professional. No one else had ever followed you into the bathroom to get you off, anyway. 

“It’s a shame your shoot is so soon,” you said. 

Kyle’s lips twitched as you noticed his teeth dig into the side of his cheek, like he bit back words he knew he would regret. His hands lowered your towel back around your thighs, but his hands still lingered on your skin. 

“Shame,” he agreed. 

“But I’ll take a raincheck for when we shoot next week,” you added. 

Words danced on the tip of Kyle’s tongue; things he wanted to say but couldn’t. Like how being in front of the cameras wasn’t what he had in mind. Or how he didn’t care if the taste of you lingered on his tongue when he fucked his other co-star in the next half hour. He didn’t have a bigger craving for anyone else like he had for you, but confessing that in the showers of a porn studio felt a little too on the nose. 

Instead, his hands slid off of your hips as he pulled away from you with a smirk. He’d get you one day, just like he promised. He didn’t mind playing a little cat and mouse. 

“I’ll be counting on it, doll.” 

consider this me edging you guys, sorry not sorry

[bluerthanvelvet444]

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Frat boy Kyle Spencer x fem!reader

tags: slight angst, fluffy smut!

warnings: swearing, public sex, mentions of Kyle's abuse (poor baby), handjob, p in v.

summary: frat boy kyle being a sweetheart. that's all i have to say.

character count: 11k.

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“I'm not going.” You replied, your voice firm and your eyes fixated on the math book that sat on the library's desk, trying to avoid the gaze-that you knew you couldn't resist-of the boy sitting in front of you. You heard him sigh as his doe eyes desperately tried to meet yours.

“But everyone is going…you can't miss it.” Kyle replied with his soft voice.

“I've never gone to any of those parties…why do you want me to go to this one so badly?” You spoke, with a noticeable hint of frustration in your voice.

“Because it's the end of the semester…something to celebrate. Plus, it's gonna be epic.” He said with a toothy smile plastered on his face.

“No, thanks. You know I don't roll with those frat boys.” You rolled your eyes, your words coming out harsh and spiteful.

“I'm a frat boy.” He said, raising an eyebrow, clearly confused by your statement.

“Yea- but you're…different.” You sighed.

It was true. He was indeed different from the frat boys he was friends with. You and Kyle met in Junior year of high school. You were paired up by your physics teacher, who suggested you could tutor Kyle, that at the time had terrible grades. You two clicked instantly, he was fun and outgoing, and you enjoyed spending time with him. Kyle had grown to be incredibly thankful for your help, in fact, he insisted that you were the one who made him passionate about physics, the subject that he used to despise and that now was his main department in college. Although he could seem like the usual asshole frat boy, Kyle was sweet and caring. You knew it, and no one could’ve made you change your mind on that. He was simply a sweetheart.

“Listen, I know my mates may seem rude or not well-behaved…but trust me, as a leader, I established some rules for them. They won’t act crazy, I promise.” His kind voice brought you back from your thoughts. You sighed, thinking about it.

“Brennan’s hosting the party in his summer mansion…it’s next to the beach- it’s so cool, I swear. I-I’ll take you there! I can pick you up and take you home…” He added, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Please?” He said in an adorable voice, his puppy eyes looking hopeful into yours.

You sighed, you didn’t wanna go, but it was utterly impossible to say no to him.

“Fine.”

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You were touching up your makeup. You were ready for the “big night” Kyle was so excited about. You decided to wear something a bit more revealing, a black minidress, because-okay, you didn’t wanna go- but you couldn’t be annoyed and unfashionable all at once.

While taking a final look in the mirror, you heard a knock on your door. You grabbed your bag and opened the door to see Kyle-in his usual frat sweater-smiling at you. He looked at you up and down, scaring you slightly. What if he didn’t like the dress or how it looked on you?

Fortunately, all your concerns faded once you saw his smile widening.

“Woah…you look beautiful. Seriously…you’re stunning.” He said, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you, he wasn’t used to seeing you like this.

You felt your cheeks heat up at the compliments.

“Thank you…” You gave him an awkward smile and bit your lip.

“Shall we get going?” You suggested, to which he nodded. He took your hand and helped you step down the porch. Kyle led you to his car, and opened the door for you with a cute grin.

The ride was calm, you chit-chatted here and there about random stuff, and you swore you saw him staring at your body a few times. After 15 minutes or so, you eventually arrived at the party. Kyle was right, the mansion was beautiful and it faced the sea. You could see lights and music blasting out of the house. He gave you an excited grin and helped you out of the car, walking with you inside the house. It was overflowing with people laughing, playing games and having fun. As much as it seems hard to believe, you didn’t know anyone of those many people. They had familiar faces, sure, but you couldn’t consider them your actual friends. You sighed and nervously looked at Kyle who, on the other side, was flashing smiles to all his fellow frat brothers and friends. You noticed how comfortable he was in his habitat, and how you envied him for that. He introduced you to many people-whom you couldn’t even remember the names of-that obviously didn’t care much about getting to know you, since they even could’ve sworn you did not go to that college. You were invisible even when the attention was on you, and Kyle clearly didn’t catch that. So when he was dragged by his mates to some kind of game, he told you with a chuckle and a rushed tone

“I-I’ll be right back! Chat with the girls, they’re fun!”

Fun. Right. You didn't mean to sound like an antisocial bitch, but they were everything but fun. You saw them from afar just taking pictures of each other-to show on Instagram how much fun they were pretending to have having-or teasing each other about their crushes. You felt bored, so you sat on a chair, sipping a cup of-what you hoped was-punch and waited for Kyle. Time passed, and he didn’t show up, so you got up and started searching for him. It didn’t take you much to find him. Kyle was on the karaoke stage, singing “Rosanna” by Toto.

“Meetcha all the way! Nananaaaaah…” He “singed” while laughing with his mates.

You were conflicted on what to do now. You didn’t want to be a bummer by clinging to him all night, but you were truly bored and felt lonely. So, you did what you believed was best for everyone, you grabbed your stuff and left. The moment you stepped outside, you were met by an unfamiliar feeling of peace, the view surprising you for its beauty and for being so…empty. It was quiet, the only sound that could be heard were the waves splashing against the sand, no people around. You smiled and made your way to the pier nearby. You sat on it and took your shoes off, allowing your feet to sink in the water.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, but you were brought back to reality when you felt Kyle's voice behind you.

“Here you are! I searched for you everywhere!” He was breathing fast, you believed he had been running while seeking for you.

“I thought I left you a message?” You tilted your head.

“Oh… Sorry. I can’t find my phone. Why are you all alone here? The whole fun is inside!” He replied with a giant boyish smile.

“I like it better here. It’s boring inside.” You turned your face to look at the sea again.

“What? How can you call it boring? There are plenty of games! And people inside-” you cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

“Kyle, I hate to break it to you, but I’m not popular like you. The people inside couldn’t care less about me. I feel less lonely here than in that crowded house.”

He looked at you confused.

“Aw, c’mon…don’t be like this. They’re nice people, you just have to make an effort to try to meet them, and I’m sure you’ll have fun.” You didn’t know why those words started a fire in you.

“They’re not my friends, Kyle. I can’t stand those people, I don’t get along with them. And trust me, I’ve tried to be social and friendly, but you may have to consider the idea that not everyone is like you. You’re easygoing and social, you're a freaking frat boy for fuck’s sake. It’s easy for you to say those things.”

He looked at you, mouth agape at your sudden outburst.

“…why didn’t you just tell me?” He looked at you like a sad puppy for bringing you somewhere that made you uncomfortable.

“And be more of a bummer? No, thanks. They already hate me, I don't wanna be a party pooper as well.” You crossed your arms.

He sat next to you on the pier and his fingers gently grazed your jaw to make you look at him.

“You’re not a bummer to me…a-and I’m sorry about that… I shouldn’t have left you alone. Sorry.”

You wanted to be mad at him, truly, but those cute brown eyes melted your heart in every way possible. You bit your lip as you admired him lovingly. He was so caring and sweet, how did you manage to get this lucky?

“I didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable, I- that’s the last thing I’d ever want. You know I care about you… I can’t stand you being mad at me. Please, forgive me?”

You felt your heart tighten at those words. You gave him a slight nod as your eyes travelled down his lips. You wanted to kiss him so badly, and he probably caught onto that, since he slowly leaned in to meet your lips in a sweet kiss. He pulled away slightly, mumbling against your lips.

“Was that okay?” You nodded, and he leaned in again, kissing you once more. This time he deepened the kiss, letting his tongue slip in your mouth and softly swirling it around yours. You let out a breath at how right that felt and how sweet he was being. You pulled him slightly closer and moved your hand to rest on his neck and caress the skin of it. After a bit, you moved your lips to peck his jaw a few times before trailing them down on his neck. Your lips worked sweetly on his skin at first, earning a few sighs from him. As the tension grew, you started sucking his neck, leaving red marks. He groaned and grabbed your waist, you subtly moved your hand down to massage the bulge from his pants. He let out a tiny gasp, and you felt him stiffen, not in a good way. You looked up at him with a confused expression.

“I-I’m sorry…please keep going…” He said with a nervous smile.

“What’s wrong? Did you not like that? It’s okay if you don’t want to…” You gave him a comprehensive look.

“No! I like that… I swear. Just…bad memories.”

“Do you wanna talk about it…?”

“No, I just wanna feel good now.”

You nodded and gave him a gentle peck on his lips before gently undoing his zipper. You ran your fingers over the visible shape of his dick through his underwear, earning a groan from him. You looked at him for consent before gently pulling his boxers down. You blushed as you saw him so vulnerable for the first time. Your fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking him slowly. He let out a breathy moan.

“G-god…don’t stop…”

You smiled and started progressively speeding up. After a few minutes, you heard his moans grow louder, and you felt his strong hand gripping your wrist.

“I…wanna do it. Is that okay?”

You nodded, and he sat up to gently remove your dress and everything underneath. He was stunned by your body, staring at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He helped you lay down, with a massive gentleness, as if you were capable of breaking if handled too roughly. He hovered on top of you, caressing your face as he lined up your entrance with his dick.

“This okay?” He muttered under his breath, to which you answered with a nod. He gently pushed into you, allowing you to adjust to the new feeling. He groaned when he pushed himself all the way in. He held your hand sweetly.

“Can I start moving?”

“Mhm…”

He slowly started thrusting in you, earning moans from you both. He gripped your hand tighter as he felt how your walls clenched around him. When he felt like you were ready, he started going faster, gripping your hand tightly and kissing you repeatedly through the whole thing. You could've sworn you were seeing stars when he started hitting your G-spot with his tip. Soon enough, your moans got louder and you felt yourself coming on his dick. He tried his best to contain his moans and as soon as you finished he pulled out to come on your tummy. He collapsed onto you, pecking your face repeatedly.

“I love you…” He mumbled.

After some time had passed, he got up and cleaned you with the salty water, giggling like a teen boy receiving his first kiss. When he helped you gain your-and his-decency again, he got up, throwing an arm around you and walking happily towards his car.

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a/n: I love Kyle he's so babygirllll. also look at the cute picture i found on pinterest (the one under the title) that boy looks so much like kyle. got me screaming when I saw it. Anywaysssssss. I might post a part 2 of this with frankenkyle, but I gotta finish Peter fics first (spoiler). Let me know if you like it💕💕

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The Evans

their reactions when meeting their partner's friend who flirts with them.

warnings: violence. mentions of sex. cursing. good ol’ murder. the usual

requested by : anon

“the evans meeting one of the readers friends and that friend tries to flirt with them? like the reader is like "hey this is my friend" and the friend immediately starts flirting with them, even tho they know they're in a relationship. like how would they react?”

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Tate Langdon

flat out ignores their advances.

he won’t even hesitate to call out your friend’s behavior.

“I think your friend here wants me to fuck her. so obvious that it’s kinda sad, really.” in a deadpan tone.

proceeds to roast the hell out of them.

“You remind me of my mother.. ugly, unwanted and a total whore,”

bro is a savage. your friendship pretty much ruined at that point. (mission accomplished)

pre cult! Kai Anderson

boy would be a mess and kinda freak out like he’d have no idea what he did to get this attention.

avoids eye contact.

follows you around like a puppy cuz he does not want to be left alone with your annoying friend and make things super awkward.

blue hair!pre-cult Kai would simply lose his temper and slap them. dude has zero chill.

cult leader! Kai Anderson

okay first of all what kind of dumb bitch would even have the audacity to flirt with this guy?

as if his ego couldn’t get even more inflated-

he’d wouldn’t flirt back, but he’ll allow it to happen just to see your reaction.

smug as hell.

if you kill the slut, he’d get so horny and fuck you then and there.

“shit.. you killed her?”

“…”

“attagirl.”

James Patrick March

I imagine two possible scenarios:

a.) he’d call your friend a “filthy harlot with no shame or self respect” right to their face then kill them.

b.) he’d put on a very polite facade and then kill them.

either way, they end up dead.

he’ll make sure that you watch (or participate) the torture and process of the murder.

because you are his goddess and he’s your no.1 simp.

makes sure that they die outside the hotel, too.

“perhaps you should be more careful about what sort of crowd you associate yourself with, dear,”

frat boy!Kyle Spencer

point blank refuses to flirt back.

finds ways to include you into the conversation, like what you guys are planning to do after college, that cool ice cream shop you two tried out on a date etc.

the type of guy who says “no, I have a girlfriend,” instead of “sorry, I have a girlfriend,” that’s a huge difference y’all, jot that down!

franken! Kyle

don’t even worry about it. sweet boy only has eyes for you.

worry about your friend. you know what happened to madison lol

Kit Walker

laughs along politely but refuses any physical contact.

lowkey annoyed as hell.

stays close to you at all times, casually holding your hand or flirting with you in hopes that your friend would get the hint.

the second your friend leaves, he’d roll his eyes, smile at you and breath a sigh of relief.

Jimmy Darling

he’d smile and wink, not in a flirty way but like in a friendly good-natured way.

kinda backfired because who can resist the jimmy darling wink™?! your dumb friend actually thought they had a chance.

he’d feel super guilty about accidentally leading them on and even more guilty at upsetting you.

gets super handsy and affectionate. lowkey panicky that you’d get mad.

becomes frustrated if your friend keeps on with the flirting. won’t try to hide his annoyance.

might raise his voice slightly.

Austin Sommers

bro casually flirts with everyone.

all genders, for that matter.

it’s all part of his sparkling personality.

but no worries. he’s just playing with his supper. gotta fix the ‘hungies’

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[punkitt-is-here]

Do you write Rainbow Dash by imagining a frat boy named Kyle

essentially i write her as an amalgamation of several dudes i knew in high school who had kind hearts and no brains

[mistydeyes]

can you do a 141 boys (maybe + könig if u write for him :3) where they're all watching a horror movie together and expect reader to be scared of it, but instead reader is enjoying it and even laughing at some parts? like reader isnt phased by the horror at all, meanwhile soap is shitting his pants😭 <3

anon I LOVED THIS REQUEST! im a horror movie junkie myself and ill laugh while everyone is screaming :) this was close to home so I hope you enjoy!

horror movie protagonist

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summary: Task Force 141 had an odd tradition of showing horror movies to their newest members and scaring the absolute living shit out of them. However, they're surprised when you start to commentate on the movie as if it was some nature documentary. They're even more surprised when you starting laughing hysterically.

pairing: Task Force 141, König x gn!platonic!Reader (codename: Monsoon)

warnings: SWEARING, fictional movie violence (but GORY IMAGERY SO BE WARNED and also spoilers for Martyrs

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Despite being trained soldiers and experiencing all types of horror on the battlefield, the 141 still acted like American frat boys. Once the guns were all locked away and they changed out of their fatigues, they were the absolute worst. One of their hazing rituals was to make their newest member watch a gruesome or terrifying horror movie. The ritual started when Gaz joined, they made him sit through Hostel and he still fears traveling. Next was Soap and he shared Gaz's sentiments after watching Infinity Pool and experiencing the absolute terror that is Mia Goth. They even roped König into their routine and watched as he held his hands over his eyes and sat through Megan is Missing. Poor boy couldn't even hide behind his mask as he watched the horrifying images of Megan appear on the screen.

After a good training session with the team, they invited you to watch a movie in the common room. It was your first week as an official addition to the 141 and you were happy to participate in some comradery. You headed off to the showers before the film and couldn't see the devious faces of Gaz and Soap. They had a plan for you that night and were excited to continue the tradition. "You don't think it'll be too scary?" Gaz said to Soap as they walked to the showers. "We picked a solid one," he replied but shuttered when he remembered his experience, "still can never look at me in the mirror."

After your shower, you dried your damp hair as you entered the common room. Your team had used their strength from training to move together two couches and a few chairs in front of the television. "Ready for movie night, Monsoon?" Kyle asked as he appeared with some popcorn. You grabbed a handful before you nodded. You took a seat next to Soap and Gaz joined on your other side. Price was lounging on one of the chairs and Ghost sat with König to his left. "We picked a good one, just for you," Soap said with a suspicious smirk but you shrugged as he unpaused the film. "What is it?" you questioned as you looked around to see everyone had a similar expression. "Nothing like you haven't seen before" Price replied and you nodded as you turned to the screen.

The movie opened with a family enjoying dinner and you rolled your eyes at the thought of another heartwarming piece. Before you could speak up, a woman entered and brutally murdered the family one by one with a shotgun. "Fuckin' hell," Ghost muttered as the blood stained the screen and you couldn't help but feel a little skeptical. "The blood is too red, they could've done a better job," you muttered and Soap looked at you as if you were insane. You threw your hands up defensively in response. "I'm just saying," you muttered and the film continued.

The next scene you had commentary on was when Anna was exploring underneath the house and discovered a secret chamber. There, she discovered a woman with a steel blindfold attached to her face. "Holy shit," Gaz whispered as they zoomed in to the metal mixing with his scarlet blood. König was silent but it was clear he was fearing the worst as he tried to look away. "How is she even still alive?" Price uttered and you chimed in. "Exactly! It's an actual death sentence and just unrealistic that they can screw that in and not have her die from blood loss," you exclaimed, pointing at the screen. Yet again, everyone looked at you incredulously. "You can't expect me to watch a movie and not point out the flaws."

You remained relatively silent and kept your opinions to yourself until Anna became the latest subject and experienced brutal beatings and verbal degradations. With every shot, everyone turned away but you just rolled your eyes. You even looked bored at some points, much to the confusion of everyone in the room. Even Ghost was a bit disturbed by the brutality of the movie and put down his plate of leftovers. "I don't get what's so scary," you mumbled and Gaz lightly hit your leg to silence your sarcastic commentary.

Eventually, Anna reached the "final stage." The screen was filled with horrifying imagery and in the middle of it König took a break to walk away and hit the head. You continued watching the spectacle and tried to keep your thoughts to yourself. However, as Ghost and Price looked disgusted as the doctor peeled off her skin in a few fleshy sheets, you couldn't hold it in any longer. You laughed as the attention was on you again. "What now, Sergeant?" Price asked, bewildered. "It's just so anatomically impossible for her to survive, I mean look at her she's practically being skinned alive," you exclaimed and pointed at the screen. König had the unfortunate timing of returning when the camera zoomed in on Anna and you could hear him turn around and walk away. You chuckled as Gaz's covered his eyes to block the sight of Anna sitting in a comatose state with nothing left except for her muscles and veins.

Soap had enough and grabbed the remote to pause the film. "Okay, what the fuck, Monsoon," he interrogated and you could feel the spotlight fall on you. "What do you mean, Soap? I'm just saying the obvious," you replied back and childishly crossed your arms. "No," Gaz continued, "why are you so unfazed?" You laughed suddenly and your sides began to hurt before you recovered. "Stuff like this doesn't scare me at all," you said as you wiped some tears from your eyes. "So you're telling me you watch this for fun?" Price joined in and you nodded in response.

"Oh yeah, I love horror movies!" you explained as they looked at you wide-eyed. Ghost laughed loudly at the reveal. "I've watched all kinds of messed up shit," you continued, "From The Human Centipede to Hostel, I've seen it all." Gaz looked at Soap and you could see the glint of disappointment in their eyes. "Were-were you trying to make me scared?" you questioned and the two nodded. "It's a tradition we have in the 141, watch a gruesome movie and get the shit scared out of you," he replied quietly and you couldn't help but feel a little bad. "We can still continue?" you offered but Ghost shook his head as he got up. "If I don't have to sit through this, I won't," he said and waved off before heading to his quarters. Price followed suit and Gaz began to clean up, leaving only you and Soap on the couch.

"You are fucking crazy," Soap swore and you shot a look at him. "You telling me that was scary to you, Sergeant?" you said skeptically and Gaz laughed in response. As he shook his head in refusal, you knew how you would get back at him. A week later Soap's screams filled the base as you had snuck a picture of the martyred Anna into one of his nudie magazines. "Serves you right, Mactavish," you smiled to yourself before you settled back onto the couch and played the first movie of your Insidious marathon.