Yes, it's me again ;) Could I also please request prompt 4, 8 and 60 with sweet FrankenKyle, please? Perhaps reader is trying to help him get reacquainted with pleasure and sex after everything? Lots of love!
Re-Teaching
Pairing: Fraken!Kyle x fem!reader
Fandom: American Horror Story
Warnings: NSFW!, smut, oral, male receiving, PiV
Word Count: 1075
A/N: Hello! Thank you for the request lovely! I hope you enjoy this, let me know if anything's wrong. Feedback is always appreciated! Sorry it took me awhile to get out, I've been incredibly busy. Lots of love right back to you.
Summary: You help Kyle get reacquainted with the feelings of sex.
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Being a part of the coven had its ups and downs. The other girls, the secrecy, your supreme. But the most prominent up and a down in your life was Kyle. You had thought it was a terrible idea for Madison, Zoe, and you to go to that party, and you thought it was an even worse idea for Madison and Zoe to bring Kyle back. And in a sense, you were correct.
Kyle was not Kyle, rather a fraction of his former self you'd met at the party. You hated how Madison and Zoe had picked the "best parts" and brought him back into a world that he could hardly function in. However, there was a brighter side. Kyle had chosen you. Out of the three of you, Kyle chose you to follow, to latch onto, to go to for help.
You spent hours each day helping reacquaint Kyle with life. From things like helping him get dressed and eat to speaking and writing. Truthfully, you loved helping Kyle... hell, let's not lie you love him. And you didn't doubt that he loved you too, times like right now proved it.
Kyle currently clung to your arm as he sat beside you, quietly saying the words on the cards. His head rests on your shoulder and it made you happy to see him so content.
"That's all of them, Kyle," Your voice was soft as you looked down at him, his head staying to stare at the cards, "You did so much better. You're really improving."
He grunted softly, making you shift so he was forced to lift his head and look at you, "What's wrong, Kyle?"
He shifted his position again, grunting and mumbling, "Want... you."
You smiled, pulling the boy into your chest, "I'm right here, Kyle."
"No!" He whined, pulling back, "Like... this."
Kyle leaned forward, very softly pressing his lips to yours. Tears welled in your eyes, and immediately you kissed him back, guiding his lips under the realization that you'd have to reteach him everything. Kyle pulled you into him, but unlike all the other times you'd hug, you were forced to straddle his lap. Your new position caused a soft whimper to leave Kyle's mouth as you became aware of his hard-on.
"What gave you this idea, Kyle?"
You pulled back, brushing the boy's bangs out of his eyes gently, "Movie... t-thought.. of... you."
You smile, standing up and grabbing his hand. Your lips reconnected with more fever this time, letting you know that Kyle was beginning to feel more confident. And when you gently pushed Kyle to lay down on your bed as you felt your confidence grow.
Kyle chose you.
No matter how hard Madison and Zoe tried in the beginning, Kyle chose you. Over and over again, each time he chose you.
"I'll teach you. But... let me know if you get uncomfortable, okay?"
Kyle nodded to you as you began to slowly kiss down his jaw. Gently, you removed his shirt and began to kiss down his chest, promptly a quiet whine from Kyle. Getting him undressed was easy, seeing as you had helped him get dressed in the beginning. But now, it felt so much different.
You smiled at Kyle as you kissed the tip of his length, beginning to stroke him, "Do you like it when I touch you like that?"
"M-more," Kyle whined, "Please!"
You nodded, taking the tip of his into your mouth and sucking. A loud, sinful moan left Kyle's mouth the moment your warm lips wrapped around his length. You bobbed slowly at first, allowing him to get reacquainted to the feeling before you took him out of your mouth. Crawling up Kyle's body, he immediately pulled you down, his lips connecting with yours in urgent need.
"More!" Kyle whined loudly, "More! More!"
"Sit back, and enjoy."
You smiled, taking his length in your hands and rubbing his tip between your folds. A soft moan left your mouth as you gently pushed him in, sinking down on him. Kyle's hands immediately grabbed your hips as whines began to leave his mouth. You cupped his cheek, drawing his attention to you.
You smiled slightly at his needy looked before beginning to move. He filled you up deliciously, and as you began to roll your hips while bouncing on him, you couldn't hold in your moans. Kyle's whines filled the air with your moans as you bounce on top of him. He slid in and out of your walls perfectly, his size making your whining increase the quicker you bounce.
Kyle is struggling to keep control, and you notice that in the way his hips begin to move up to meet yours. You are absolutely drenched around him, something was just so incredibly arousing about being the one to re-teach Kyle what pleasure was.
His grip on your waist tightens, and you realize he's probably close to cumming. But you expected that it was his first time after being brought back after all, of course, it wouldn't be too long, but you didn't think it would be so quick for you to come to.
"Close!" He cries out, and you begin to wonder what movie he was watching.
"Cum for me, Kyle. Cum."
He lets out a deep, throaty groan as his hips still and his grip tightens even more, surely leaving bruises. You roll your hips a few last times before your orgasm washes over you. You blame its intensity on the extra heat you felt from being able to teach Kyle. You figured this would be just the start, the start to many more lessons about pleasure. Maybe you should get him some more movies.
One of Kyle's hands lets go of your waist, finding your own hands holding you upon his chest as soft whines leave your lips while you come down from your high. Kyle squeezes your hand, watching your face in astonishment, loving the look of pleasure he'd given you.
"(Y/n)," Kyle's voice is more breathy, but it's the clearest he's ever said your name, "I... love... you."
Tears well in your eyes as you nod, a large smile coming to your face, "I love you too."
He pulls you down against his chest softly, and you feel relieved the moment his arms wrap around you. You knew your situation wasn't ideal... but you couldn't imagine yourself anywhere else in the world besides Kyle's arms.
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Hey you! Can I please request a one shot with my Kyle-bear (Kyle Spencer) with prompts 37 and 40 of the non NSFW list (I couldn't find the NSFW one 😔)
Return of the Dead
Pairing: Kyle Spencer x female reader
Fandom: American Horror Story
Warnings: mention of death, female reader, angst!
Word Count: 1,172
A/N: OKAY, IN THIS VERSION KYLE'S HANDS ARE HIS OWN BECAUSE I FULLY BELIEVE MADISON WOULDN'T HAVE WANTED HIM TO HAVE THE HANDS OF SOMEONE WHO VIOLATED HER. Okay now.. thank you so much for this request! I hope you enjoy this! It ended up being quite long, I'm sorry. As far as the NSFW prompt list, it's at the very very beginning of my blog. I'm still in the process of making a masterlist, which will include both prompts.
Summary: After bugging Madison and Zoe nonstop Kyle gets fed up and decides he, your dead boyfriend, needs to see you.
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For three months you were the only thing Kyle asked for, even before Fiona “restored” him, you're name was the one thing that always left his mouth. Each time Zoe or Madison would enter the room he would gaze at them, muttering your name as a question.
“Y-Y/n?”
They would sigh, looking at him with genuine remorse, “I'm sorry Kyle, but you can't go see her yet.”
And he'd shake his head, not liking their answer. He'd say your name again, more firmly this time, “Y/n.”
Zoe would hand him the photo of you that she took when she had tried to take Kyle back to his mom. Kyle would stare at it, mumbling your name over and over as he admires you. It was a picture he took of you during your first date. You had gotten ice cream together and accidentally gotten it on your nose. Classic and cheesy and absolutely adorable. Kyle wanted to see you more than anything else, but he didn't understand the state you had been in.
You'd been an absolute mess. You'd skipped that party on that fateful night, deciding that you needed to study for your mid-term more than party with Kyle. You regretted every moment of not going and spent the first month and a half sobbing your heart out each day, unaware of the fact that Zoe had tried to reach out to you multiple times only to hear your cries. When the third month passed it wasn't any easier, but you managed to compose yourself enough to not cry every day and to even begin going back to your lectures.
By the third month, Fiona had “restored” Kyle, and his need to see you had not dwindled in the slightest bit. Each day he'd go to Zoe in the morning, sitting on her bed and waiting for her to wake up. After the fifth day, she didn't jump anymore but simply watched Kyle.
“Y/n?”
“Kyle,” Zoe would sigh, “I'm sorry but not yet, she's not ready for this. To understand this.”
Kyle would argue back until finally, Madison would snap at him, ordering him to get to work. It wasn't until another week passed that Kyle finally snapped.
“You just want to keep me here for yourself!”
“Kyle?” Zoe gasped, “No, that's not it at all. Y/n isn't ready to understand this.”
This would only infuriate him even more, he had thrown a vase in his anger, fully yelling now, “No! No! She's my girlfriend, not yours! I know her, you don't! She would want me there now, she would have wanted me there months ago!”
It had been on a random day when Kyle finally snapped at Zoe, completely insignificant but luckily on your day off from school and work. You were sat at your desk, taking notes on the current chapter in one of your classes, mindlessly trying to distract yourself from the fact that Kyle wasn't there with you. His head wasn't on your shoulder, his voice wasn't begging you to stop doing work, his arms weren't wrapping around you and pulling you away from your desk. You paused, looking up at the small photo of Kyle and you that you had on your desk when the front door to your apartment burst open.
On instinct you screamed, leaping out of your chair and stumbling backward as you looked towards the man who stormed into your apartment. You stared in horror, your eyes impossibly wide as you looked at your dead boyfriend. A sob wrenched itself out of your throat unconsciously, causing a hand to fly up and cover your mouth as Kyle stepped forward and you stepped back.
“Y/n.. honey, don't you remember me?”
Another sob yanked out of your throat as you stumbled back until you hit your couch, tears falling as you cried out, “It’s all in my head. This isn’t actually happening, you’re not real!”
“Of course I'm real."
Your knees gave way as you crashed to the floor, your tears uncontrollable as you shook your head desperate to get rid of this sick hallucination. Only it wasn't a hallucination, and that became even more apparent as Kyle sat in front of you, criss-cross, and gently laid down his hands. Immediately you cried harder, just short of screaming as you noticed the clover on his arm and you knew this wasn't your Kyle. Your Kyle would never get a tattoo, your Kyle would never get a matching tattoo with one of your frat brothers.
“Honey… love, y/n, please. Calm down, you're going to attract people,” Kyle begged as he took in your shaking form, desperate to hold you and bring you comfort as he'd once been able to. You let out another loud wail and on instinct Kyle reached out, pulling you into his chest, “Please.. calm down.”
“No! No! No!” You cried out pushing against ‘Kyle’, “You're not Kyle, you're not real! Kyle would never get a tattoo!”
You could feel him stiffen at your words but he continued his attempt to calm you. He rests his head on your shoulder, his mouth near your ear, “It's me, honey, it's me. You know it's me because nobody but you and I know about what my mother did to me for all those years. All those years until you got me out and got me safe, here, with you.”
His name left your lips in a soft cry as you grasped onto him, your tears slowly beginning to stop, “You're dead.. you were in multiple… I saw your… oh god Kyle what's going on.”
“I can explain it all later."
“Kyle!?” A girl shouted as she ran into your apartment, eyes landing on the two of you.
“Who are you?” You immediately questioned as you felt Kyle huff against your shoulder, refusing to turn his head.
“I'm Zoe, I brought your boyfriend back.”
Your eyes widened as your tears seemed to finally stop, “Yea, because that's a normal thing to say.”
“It's true,” Kyle whispered, “She brought me back. She and her friend.”
“I... I don't understand,” You mumbled, pulling back to look at Kyle.
“I'll help you understand,” Kyle smiled softly, his hand gently pushing your hair back causing you to notice the thick scars around his wrists.
“Kyle,” You mumbled grabbing his wrist gently, “What happened… why are there scars?"
“I'm okay y/n. I told you I can explain it all soon. Let's just enjoy now okay?”
“I... I guess I'll leave," Zoe mumbled, stepping back out of your apartment, “I uh.. you know where I am Kyle.”
He simply nodded, having not looked at the girl once since she came. Instead, he stared at you, admiring you like it was the first time he ever saw you. He never wanted to let you go, and now that he had you back he never planned to let you go. You were completely freaked out by the situation, that was a given, but deep down you were just happy to have Kyle back.
can u make a hc or something about pre-death tate langdon and pre-death kyle spencer and how they will spent Valentine’s Day with their s/o please i love your work <3
Request: Yes, Continuation from Valentine’s Day Mystery Special!
Fandom: American Horror Story
Warnings: Swearing, fluff
Word Count: 269
A/N: Hello love, thank you for the request, your support means a lot to me and I’m glad to hear that you enjoy my work! These are basically exactly the same as the mystery special! I hope you enjoy them. Feedback is always appreciated!
Tate Langdon (pre-death)
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Unfortunately, I don't think pre-death Tate would like Valentine's day too much. He's so angsty and truly, seeing Larry basically worship Constance would just fuel his anger. However, I don't think this means he wouldn't be soft with you. He would see you and immediately feel some of his anger leave and oh boy, watching your reactions when he would give you some candy and flowers would melt his angry heart. He wouldn't be shy about giving you gifts, he'd be very straight forward and anyone who didn't know him would think he hated giving you gifts. Tate's not the most romantic kid, and you know about his struggles with his mom but that wouldn't stop you from making Tate enjoy Valentine's Day just a little bit more.
Kyle Spencer (pre-death)
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Pre-death Kyle loves Valentine's day. He would be all into the idea of spoiling you and would definitely take you out to dinner (or lunch, whatever you prefer) at some fancy restaurant. And even though you constantly tell him that the restaurant doesn't have to be fancy he still insists because he loves seeing you in your favorite dress because, holy crap, you're stunning. Kyle would definitely get you the biggest bouquet of flowers that the store had and the biggest heart-shaped box of chocolates. I see him as much more the "let's go out and explore" romantic, than the "let's stay in and cuddle" romantic. Overall, he'd spoil you so much and would not be shy about a single second of it and would quite loudly say "fuck you" to anyone of his frat brothers who tried to tease him.
