#kennethdantley

[mydietdrkelpy]

This is yallt reminder to get yourself a locket of Mark. I got one of Kenny because he has my heart 🤍

I also have this photo of Kenny here on one of my blankies, so I guess I do get to sleep with him every night (in a way..)

And finally, I also have this printed out photo of Mark and I carry him around with me every day (he's also hanging up on one of my walls), so go and get yourself one too!

[mydietdrkelpy]

Yallt, I've come up with two new nicknames for Mark

MuscleMark BuffHamill and Mark "Hammer Me" Hamill

Also, meet my cwazy husband who loves to tweak out and looks insane here (plot twist, I'm the dollar bill in his giant hands)

[mydietdrkelpy]

Also yallt, I wrote a Kenneth Dantley smut oneshot rated "mature" (Corvette Summer starring Mark Hamill) on Wattpad and I'm gonna bring it over here on Tumblr too so we can all be horny as a collective, so I hope you enjoy it..

☾𓂀 𝚂𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 𓂀☽

The bedroom was dark and dim as the shimmering moonlight washing through one of the windows caused shadows to be cast in the room, encasing y/n and Kenny. He had placed her down on the bed, his large and warm hands placed upon her lower and upper back as he climbed up on her, his body hovering over her own. Removing one of his hands from y/n's bare back, Kenny raised his arm and rested the other hand on her cheek, beginning to slowly caress it as his dilated pupils met her eyes. Whispering to his lover, his voice was low and husky as he asked her in an unsure tone. "Y/n.. are you sure you wanna do this?"

Y/n ran a delicate hand down his bare chest and became lost in his soft and mesmerizing gaze. She had caught sight of how the dim light shining in from the window made his muscles look as if they were rippling like small waves flowing in from the ocean to the shore. Her hand leaving Kenny's chest, she set her hand on the side of his face, a gentle thumb brushing against his lips. Feeling him lean into her touch, she spoke to him in a reassuring voice filled with nothing but love. "Kenny, I don't want you, I need you.. please."

Hearing how desperate she was to have him, he lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers, the two of them moving in sync as if they were already one. Becoming needy for more, he could feel himself growing even more eager when she raised her free hand that wasn't already on his face and slowly ran it through his long, uncut blonde hair. Her pleading voice when she had begged him to take her replaying in the back of his mind, he was quickly giving in to her desires, as well as his own. While y/n kept her fingers laced in his hair as they longingly kissed, the hand on her face remained where it was when the hand that was still on her back pressed her bare body closer against his own. Once Kenny felt y/n's legs wrap around his waist, he knew she was ready for him and based on the pulsing feeling he had in the lower part of his body, he was ready for her, too.

His hand and arm encircling her waist, he removed the hand that was on the side of her face and placed it next to her head, his fingers gripping the bed sheets as his heart began to race with barely contained excitement. Feeling her hand leave his face to wrap around his broad shoulders while she kept the other one intertwined with his soft and wavy locks of hair, Kenny's heart began to race along with y/n's in anticipation as they knew what was about to happen next. Giving her one last passionate kiss on the lips, he leaned his head back to gaze into her imploring ones, silently asking her for permission to enter. Receiving a nod of acceptance, his intense crystal blue eyes darkened with lust as Kenny rested his head in the crook of her neck, and feeling y/n do the same, he slowly but carefully entered her.

The only sound that could be heard in the black and shady bedroom were heavy breathing and low breathy moans and grunts from the two of them. Y/n had tilted her head to the side, giving Kenny better access to her neck as he placed gentle kisses there and on her shoulders. His breath warm against her soft skin, thin lines of sweat had formed and glistened on their bare bodies as they lay entangled with each other. A few short moments had passed before they knew they were about to reach their climax, and between the two of them, they wanted to release at the same time. As he pushed himself deeper into her with a certain tenderness, he began to slowly pick up the pace when he felt her grow tight against him, realizing it was time for them to let go. The both of them moaning and breathing out each other's names, they released in sync together, feeling warmth pool in the bottom of their stomachs as they finally reached their point of pleasure.

Lowering himself on top of her, he rested his forehead against hers, quietly letting her know he was going to pull out. Receiving her exhausted acknowledgement, he slowly removed himself from her, and involuntarily let out a shaky breath when he exited; Kenny would do y/n's aftercare for her, but he wanted to make sure that she was alright before he did. Raising himself up on his arms, his muscles flexed under his tan skin as he looked down at her with a steady gaze. "Are you okay?"

Giving him a tired smile, y/n met his eyes that were glittering under the moonlight and found herself unable to look away from him. "I'm okay." Trailing off, she murmured under her breath to him. "Are you?"

Raising one of his arms up, Kenny placed a delicate hand under her chin and gave her a quick but loving kiss on her lips. "I'll be alright." Studying the features on her face, he slowly dragged his thumb along her bottom lip and whispered. "You did good."

Leaning into his touch, y/n whispered back to him in adoration, a hint of teasing in her voice. "No, you did."

Letting out a breathy laugh, he laid back down on her with a grin plastered on his face, reliving the events that had just occurred in his mind. This was their first time, and they were both satisfied by their affection for each other. As his head rested under her chin, he felt y/n lay the bottom of her chin on his head, running her fingers through his hair again, the feeling making Kenny close his eyes and think to himself:

Screw the corvette, this is all I care about. My girl. My lover. My y/n.