#bah sorry i'm whining

[existentialflirt]

god tumblr is being fucking stupid tonight.

[itsbeeble]

Down? Astronomically.

Summary: Sangyeon doesn't like sweets. That doesn't stop him from visiting you and your bakery every single thing and leaving with the one thing he hates.

Genre: smut, fluff, mild angst

Pairing: idol!Sangyeon x bakery owner!afab!reader

Fic Warnings: Sickeningly sweet (bah dum tsss) fluff, strangers to simps to lovers, mild mild angst, mentions of food, Sangyeon's cringey as hell actually (like he's down BAD down bad)

WC: ~6.4k (oops)

18+ MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS DNI

SMUT WARNINGS BELOW THE CUT

Smut Warnings: y/n definitely has an oral fixation, soft dom!Sangyeon, pussy drunk!Sangyeon, y/n drunk!Sangyeon (he’s down astronomically bad your honor), he’s like obsessed with everything about her, public sex (they fuckin in the bakery 💪 but it’s closed and the lights are (mostly) off lmfao), standing by big dick!Sangyeon until the day I die, hair pulling, tummy bulge bc why not, lowkey size kink hdjgfsj, uhhhh p in v sex (protected. yall better wrap that shit); i think that's it but lmk if i missed anything.

A/N: 5 months and 6.4k words later and this sangyeon rec is done. anon i'm so sorry for the wait i'm so horrible. Also thank you to pookie (Fawn) for beta reading half of this but she had to bail and I told yall 3:30 so.... yuh. Also this is the first time I've written smut since Doll so please don't be harsh on me i'm sorry if it's bad

~

Sangyeon doesn’t exactly know when he started coming to your bakery. He doesn’t even like sweets, so why does he keep showing up in the dead of night and leaving with several boxes filled with sweets and a piece of cake stuffed into his mouth?

You.

Gorgeous, kind, brilliant, sweet, you. Coincidence? He thinks not. 

At first, he’d started going because Eric had recommended the coffee. And then he met you, stumbling out of the kitchen with a smear of pink frosting on your cheek, a dye-stained apron, and strands of hair slipping out of your tight bun and clinging to your forehead. He didn’t believe in love at first sight, but seeing you in that near-disastrous state, yelling at the poor cashier? God, maybe he should start believing. 

Down bad, Sunwoo had called him a while ago when Sangyeon had dragged him along on his nightly coffee trip. Down horrendous, actually. Sangyeon had forced him to carry all four boxes of treats you’d sent home with him, ignoring how the younger member of the group had whined about how sore his arms were going to be. No, he didn’t pay any attention as he sent the boy along. All of his attention was on you, watching you wipe down the counter and talk about how busy your day had been. 

In the end, he’d only left because Jacob kept calling, begging him to come back to the company to get the boys back in order. 

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite regular!” You’re beaming at him when he walks in the door, your hand placed on the shoulder of Hyejin, a younger and newer employee. You shooed her away, ignoring her questioning of who this mysterious man with a hat and mask on was. When the door to the kitchen shuts and you’re sure she isn’t coming back out, you circle the counter to stand in front of Sangyeon. “I’m assuming you want your normal order?” 

Sangyeon ignores the buzzing in his body when you call him your favorite.

Sangyeon quirks an eyebrow, and though his face is hidden for the most part, you can see his hat shift with the tensing of the muscles in his forehead.

“You have my order memorized?” His tone is teasing, and you feel your cheeks warm. 

“Well, I mean- you just- you’re here every day, and- and I just-” you stumble over your words, a low laugh from the man in front of you causing your cheeks to go from pink to red in an instant.

“I’m kidding,” Sangyeon promises, nudging your side with his elbow while he moves to the register. “I think I would be offended if you didn’t know my order by now.” You hum, a delicate and angelic sound that has Sangyeon feeling fuzzy. He forces the feeling away, tapping his card on the screen in front of him. It lags for a moment, and you awkwardly tap the screen to get it to move faster. Sangyeon smiles, watching you repeatedly try to tuck nonexistent hairs behind your ear. 

He leans forward, placing his elbows on the counter and peering up at you. You don’t meet his eyes.

“Do I make you nervous, Y/N?” You shake your head, and he clicks his tongue. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not nervous,” you insist, now slapping the screen, “this stupid thing is just- it’s just slow and I feel bad about taking up your time. I know you’re really busy-” 

Sangyeon cuts you off again. “I’m never too busy for you, cupcake.” You freeze, and the machine dings. Sangyeon’s eyes squeeze shut. Why the fuck would you say that? What moron says that?

“I-” you pause, drumming your fingers on the counter. “Your order will be out in a few minutes. Hyejin will bring everything to you.” 

He inhales, ready to apologize, but you’re gone by the time he can form words. The swinging kitchen door is his only indicator of where you’ve gone, and he mentally kicks himself. 

Across the counter, Hyejin clears her throat. 

“Iced latte for…Yeonnie?” Her voice lifts at the end, almost disturbed at the name on the cup. Sangyeon walks over, hesitantly grabbing the drink. “I’ll be right out with your boxes.”

“Not necessary,” he shakes his head. “I don’t need them-”

“Too bad,” the young girl purses her lips. “Y/N won’t let me leave until they’re gone so…”

“Oh…”

“Plus, I’m pretty sure she makes so much extra because you love her baked goods.” Hyejin stares him down, and he shuffles his feet. 

“Yep…that’s…that’s true,” an awkward laugh, “the one who really loves baked goods…” 

Sunwoo was right. He’s down astronomically bad.

~

“You’re such a fucking loser, you know that right?” Hyejin scrubs a baking tin furiously, grumbling about how these stupid drops of batter are gonna be the death of her. “Running away and giggling like someone my age because he called you cupcake.” You glare at her. She continues to scrub at the pan. “Do you even know anything about him?”

“Who even asked you?” His birthday is November 4th. I remember because he knew his friends were planning a surprise party for him.

“Nobody. I’m just the unfortunate soul who has to sit here and witness your gag-worthy flirting with Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome.” You throw down your rag.

“I’m not flirting with him! He’s a paying customer!”

“Mhm. A paying customer who you wanna fuck sooooo bad.” She smirks at you, and whether mocking or not you know she’s right. Would you ever admit that to her face? Absolutely not. 

“You know what-” You pick up your rag and jab a finger in her direction. “If you keep this shit up I’m cutting your hours down.”

“Do that and I’m telling Yeonnie that you want him inside of you. Call it a taste tester or whatever.” 

“You know what,” your face is burning up again and your grip on the rag tightens. “Get out.” 

“Nope.” Hyejin sets down her sponge and smiles at you. “I’m not leaving until I’m scheduled to leave. Unless we finish early, that is. So you better make a plan to jump this guy’s bones before I help him instead.”

Your rag hits the ground, a groan rises from your throat. And yet…you can’t help the smile that pulls across your lips. You can’t help the warm feeling in your chest that blooms with every thought of this masked customer who only ever goes by Yeonnie, even if you don’t know what he looks like under that mask and hat of his.

~

“You called her what?” Kevin reels back, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped. Sangyeon cringes. 

“Yeah…”

“Why would you say that? That’s like…textbook ‘do not call a woman this unless she’s your wife!’” 

“You think I don’t know that?” Sangyeon flings himself back on the studio floor, a loud thump echoing around him. The other boys had left a few minutes ago, and, oddly enough, Kevin was the only one he trusted enough to tell this to. “God, I’m such a moron.”

“No,” Kevin coos. Sangyeon frowns, rolling his head on the ground to look at him. “You’re just a dumbass who-” Sangyeon flings his foot out reaching to kick Kevin. “Whoa, hey, let me finish!”

“You’re just gonna make fun of me!” Sangyeon whines. 

Kevin purses his lips.

“For a 26-year-old man, you sure are childish.”

“Are you gonna help me fix this or not, Kevin?”

Kevin hums. 

“Operation Sangyeon-does-get-bitches is a go!”

“Call it that again and I’m getting you kicked out of the group.”

~

“So,” Hyejin leans against the counter while you mix up the batter for a cake. “Has Yeonnie come in yet?” 

You purse your lips, carefully pouring part of the dry ingredients into the stand mixer. 

“He doesn’t come in until later usually.” 

“You must be so disappointed.” You don’t respond. 

Truthfully, it is disappointing. Sure, you know he’ll be coming in later on. You know that he’s likely going to be your last customer and for that, you’re relieved. However, the wait has you picking at the skin around your nails. Anxiety builds inside of you. Cupcake is what he had called you. Just a small amount of affection, and for that you had shut down. What if running away had sent the wrong message? What if he thought you hated him and were just being nice? “You shouldn’t stress so much,” Hyejin stops the stand mixer, taking the empty bowl of dry ingredients from your hand. “You’ll overmix the batter and then the cake will be gross.”

“A professional, are we?” A lighthearted smile passes over your lips. Hyejin shrugs. 

“I’m here to learn, aren’t I? I’m not gonna get through culinary school by working at a gas station.” 

“That’s true.” 

“Anyway,” she huffs and grabs a tray of macarons, “just remember the plan and he’ll fall right back in love with you. Guaranteed.”

“How do you know?” You pour the cake batter into a few baking tins, ensuring that all are evenly layered. 

“Have you seen how he looks at you?” She scoffs. “That man clearly couldn’t care less about the sweets you give him. He’s here for you and the coffee. Not the cakes or the cookies or the brownies. He’s here for you. No one comes in that often for some baked goods.”

Have you seen the way he looks at you? Yes. You had. Just briefly, though, when his hat had lifted enough for the light to pass over his eyes. The corners were crinkled, clearly smiling under the mask. You’d thought he looked so pretty, even if you couldn’t truly see his face.

You knew him as Yeonnie. That’s the name he had requested the first few times he came into the bakery. He didn’t give you a full name, and you joked that what he gave you sounded like something you’d name your dog. He’d laughed, and when he did it had been like the air was punched out of you. It was such a beautiful sound, and somewhere deep in your mind, you had vowed to make him laugh every time you saw him. 

Then he was showing up every day, asking about what didn’t sell very much that day. Every day he would buy them all. And every day, you cracked a joke that had you hearing that gorgeous laugh of his. 

Never, however, had he called you anything but your name. Maybe you cared a bit too much about what he thought of you. Maybe you cared a little bit too much about the smudges of frosting on your face, the sweat-slicked strands of hair that clung to your hair after being in the kitchen all morning and afternoon, preparing for the next day’s pastries. 

Never had you hidden from a man you loved, even if he didn’t quite know it yet.

~

“So,” Sangyeon leans against the counter, watching you get his drink ready. “Anything exciting happen today?” His hands are shaking, but he hides it by drumming his fingers against the counter. You’d been quieter than usual, ducking your head whenever he looked at you.

Now he was worried that he made you uncomfortable.

“Not really,” you shrug, cupping your hand around the rim of the go-cup to prevent too much splashing as you add a bit more ice. “It was kinda busy, but it was bearable.”

“That’s good,” Sangyeon nods, tugging his mask further up his face. He peers around you, squinting as he searches for Hyejin through the window on the kitchen door. “Where’s Hyejin today?” You shrug.

“I sent her home early. We slowed down a lot about an hour ago and I had already gotten a lot of things done so I told her to head home.” 

“So you’re here alone?” Sangyeon frowns. “That can’t be safe.”

“I mean…” you run your tongue over your lips, “I dunno. I do it all the time.”

“You shouldn’t.” Sangyeon frowns, “This is a big city, what if something happened to you?” 

“You saying you’re worried about me, Yeonnie?” You lean toward him, your lips twitching up. 

“Sangyeon.” He blurts his name out before he can stop it. You blink, your eyebrows knitting together.

“What?”

“My…my name.” He takes a deep breath. “It’s Sangyeon. Not Yeonnie.” 

You nod, frowning.

“Why didn’t you just tell me your name in the first place?” He inhales, shaking his head.

“It isn’t that simple, cupcake.” 

“Why not?” You drum your fingers on the marble countertop. “It seems pretty simple to me. I ask for the name of the order, and you say ‘Sangyeon.’ Easy peasy.” 

Sangyeon can’t help but laugh. He can’t help the disbelief at how calm you are. Sure, the reveal of his actual name isn’t that big of a deal. Maybe you thought he was just uncomfortable around people. A bit socially awkward.

The smile returns to your lips. 

“Can I ask something?” He nods, leaning on the counter to look you in the eye. The hat casts a shadow over his face, but you can see that little crinkle that you’d been longing to see up close since the first day you met him. “Why do you wear this…” you wave your hand at him. “This little get-up?” 

He falls quiet, and for a moment you think you’ve made him uncomfortable.

“I…I’m sorry, Sangyeon. I don’t- I didn’t mean-”

“Don’t apologize.” He cuts you off, and your mouth shuts. “I just…I didn’t want your opinion of me to…to change. If you saw my face, that is.” 

“If I saw your face,” you echo. “What, are you famous or something? Oooh, are you an idol?” 

Boom, right on the money.

You can see the emotions in his eyes. The fear, the shock, the confusion, the nerves. You can see his hands clenching around his coffee. A pit forms in your stomach, growing larger and larger as he shuffles back. Toward the door. 

Away from you.

“Sangyeon…” you speak slowly when you circle the counter. “Are you…”

“I have to go,” he spits out. “I’m s- I just…I’m sorry. I have to go. I’m just-” his breathing is shaking, and he back into the wall. Sangyeon stumbles, whipping around and shoving through the door before you can say another word. 

And after all that…you couldn’t even give him the cake you’d planned on giving him for his birthday.

~

Sangyeon is pacing. His footsteps are quiet, muffled by the carpet beneath his feet. His hair is in disarray from hours of tugging at the strands. 

Kevin is sitting on his leader’s bed, eyes drooping and his head resting on one of his hands.

“Dude,” Kevin pinches the bridge of his nose. “You do know that she probably thinks she messed up somehow, right?”

“God, I just keep making things worse.” Sangyeon groans loudly, kicking away one of the shirts lying on the floor. 

“I love that I get to sit back and watch you ruin your love life before it begins.” Kevin stretches his arms above his head, his eyes squeezing shut and a yawn fighting to leave his mouth. 

“Gee, thanks Kev.” Sangyeon scowls, throwing his body face-down onto the mattress. Kevin shifts to the side, patting the older man’s shoulder.

“I’m just speaking the truth. You shouldn’t have reacted like you did. What happened to being in love with her? Did you really think she would expose you for being an idol?” 

A tough question. Sangyeon would like to say that the answer to that question is yes. He would love to trust you with his whole being, with every fiber in his body, but he’s been burned before. He’s been burned, and he doesn’t want it to happen again. 

“I just…I got scared, I think.” Sangyeon’s hands fold under his cheek, his voice slightly muffled. “I just got so scared because I care about her so much, but what if…what if she isn’t…” his voice trails off.

“She isn’t like Nabi.” Kevin frowns. “Is that what you were worried about? That she was like Nabi?” 

“I…I think so.” 

Another pregnant pause between the two of them. 

“Here’s what you’re going to do. And this time you are going to listen to me and you are going to follow every bit of my instructions no matter what happens. You are going to do this tomorrow. You aren’t going to let this simmer. You are going to go there tomorrow night, you’re going to apologize, you’re going to confess, and you’re gonna have amazing sex, badabing badaboom, we get our free pastries.” 

“There’s no way you’re just helping me because you want free baked goods.” Sangyeon clicks his tongue, rolling onto his back. Kevin scoffs.

“Who do you think I am, Juyeon? No, I’m helping you because we need you to get laid and fucking relax.”

“Somehow that’s even worse.”

“Yeah, well you’ve been up our asses with this next comeback on the rise. Now are you gonna listen to me or are you gonna fuck up again and make us all miserable with your moping?” 

Sangyeon bites his tongue, fighting back a retort. “I’ll listen.”

~

“What are you doing here?”

Sangyeon practically cowers under the weight of Hyejin’s gaze. Her eyes are narrowed, her lips drawn into a thin line. He’s abandoned the mask and the hat. The only thing shielding him now is the hood of his sweatshirt. 

“I need to talk to Y/N.”

Hyejin snorts. “You think she wants to talk to you after what you did?” 

Regret boils inside of him, and he digs the nail of his thumb into his pointer finger. 

“Please, Hyejin. I just- I just need to talk to her.” He watches the college student think. Watches her consider her options.

“Wait here. I’ll go see if she wants to talk to you.”

“Thank you, Hyejin. God, thank you-”

“Don’t thank me,” she snaps. “I’m not doing this for you, so don’t thank me.”

~

You’re in the back, listening to the conversation just outside the door. Your hands tug at the edge of your apron, your eyebrows knitting together. 

“Do you want to talk to him?” Hyejin is careful to speak only when the door has stopped swinging, her voice hushed and her hand resting on your arm. “I won’t force you to go out there, and I can stay longer if you don’t want to be alone.” 

You smile, placing your hand over hers. For the shit you two give each other, she’s one of the few people you can rely on.

“It’s fine, Hyejin. You can go home.”

“You sure?” 

No. “Positive.”

~

It’s dark in the bakery. The blinds have been drawn shut, the door locked and most of the lights turned off. Sangyeon stares at the box you place on the table in front of him. Your eyes are trained on the ground, your teeth digging into the plush flesh of your lip. 

“What- what did you make tonight?” His voice cracks, and he grimaces while clearing his throat. What a great start, dumbass.

“A cake.” The statement is cold, and he gnaws on his lip. “For you.”

“For me?” He echoes, tugging it closer to his side of the table. You place your hand on top of the box, pulling it back toward you. He drops his hands back to his sides. 

“Not right now. Not until you explain what the hell happened last night.”

“I’m sorry,” he blurts out. You flinch, your body curling in on itself. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“Why did you run off?” Your voice is quieter than he’d ever heard it, and he has to strain to pick up the words you’ve said. “Why…why did you leave?”

“I don’t- I swear it isn’t your fault, cupcake.” Another flinch, and he snaps his mouth shut. 

“Then why did you run?” You lift your eyes, and he can see the tears waiting to fall. He can see you fighting to keep them at bay, to keep calm. 

“I…” Sangyeon sighs. “It’s a long story. One that…that I didn’t really want to have to tell you. Not yet, at least. Not like this.”

“You don’t trust me, do you?” Your voice shakes, and Sangyeon shakes his head, one of his hands reaching forward to touch your own. He hesitates, his hand partway across the table before he decides against touching you. “It’s okay if you don’t. I get it. Fans are…they’re crazy these days, I know.” You try to laugh, but you break off into sniffles.

“I trust you, Y/N,” Sangyeon protests. “I really trust you. I ran off because…because I didn’t want this to end like the last time I trusted someone.” He drags a hand down his face, laughing in disbelief. “My last relationship was rough. I thought I could trust her, and she…she betrayed me. So because of that, I was scared.”

“Of what?” You press. “Letting go of the past? Loving me?”

“Yes!” He exclaims, erupting from his seat and running his hands through his hair. “Fuck, Y/N, I love you so much that it hurts. All I ever want to do is hold you, and kiss you, and- and-” he shakes his head, and you rise from your seat. “It drives me crazy because you make me so happy to see you excited to give me things that I don’t even like but I take anyway because I just love you so fucking much. And- and I’ve wanted to tell you everything for so long but I just- I couldn’t-” 

His lips are soft, you think when you kiss him. They’re soft, although slightly chapped. He’s frozen in place, his hands hanging in mid-air on either side of your body. He remains like that and you pull back, afraid that you misinterpreted everything.

He doesn’t let you get very far, his arms wrapping around your midsection and yanking you back into him. 

~

It’s so soft, the way he kisses you. Sangyeon doesn’t move too fast, cautious and hyperaware of everything around the two of you. His hands have untied the apron around your waist, tossing it somewhere amongst the tables and he’s placed you up on the counter. His hands are all over you: moving up and down your back, caressing your cheeks, squeezing at your hips, running over the tops of your thighs and through the strands of hair that he’s tugged out of the claw clip. 

His tongue is in your mouth, but he’s not using any force. Sangyeon lets you take the reins, set the pace. Whatever you want, he’ll give you. He’s yours. He lets your tongue prod at his own, lets you suckle at the wet muscle to your content. Your body is shaking against his own, and a smile crosses over his lips. 

Sangyeon pulls his mouth from yours, his smile widening when you whine and chase his lips. His hands are on your waist, holding you in place. “You’re shaking, cupcake.”

“Want you so bad, Yeonnie.” You reach for him again, your lips just grazing his before he pulls back.

“What do you want?” One of his hands drags along your leg, running higher, and higher, and-

“Want you to eat me out.” 

Sangyeon’s eyes go wide. So maybe he’d just been teasing you, but he hadn’t expected his sweet little baker to be so bold.

Your hand pushes against his chest, and he stumbles backward a few steps. There’s a dazed look in his eyes as he watches you unbutton your blouse. The delicate fabric slides down your shoulders, and Sangyeon swears that he’s drooling over you. The shape of your breasts in the orange glow of the fairy lights, the steady rise and fall of your chest while you breathe. 

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, and your cheeks grow warm. He reaches for you, but hesitates and puts his hand down again. You watch as he drops to his knees, practically crawling to you, and you can feel your panties dampening from the action. There’s a warm feeling in your gut, one you haven’t felt in a long time. His hands are quick to undo the button of your jeans, and he watches you as he tugs the zipper down. You’re leaning back on the counter, eyes struggling to stay open and on him. One of your lips is tucked between your teeth, red and puffy from you chewing on it.

Sangyeon drags your jeans and panties down in on harsh tug, and he helps you lift your legs to step out of them. Your legs are soft, he notes to himself. He leans forward, his lips touching the soft skin gently. You flinch, and he pulls away. 

“Why-” your voice trembles. “Why’d you stop?”

“You flinched,” he shrugs. “I will only do what you want me to, cupcake. The second you show discomfort, I stop until you tell me to continue or to leave. I’m yours. Whatever you want is what I want.  But right now, I really want to drown in this sweet pussy of yours.” He doesn’t move though, his cheek resting against the inside of your knee and his eyes are lidded with lust. “I’m not doing anything until you say so, cupcake.” 

You squeeze your eyes shut, and a nod of your head has Sangyeon practically moaning as he pulls himself closer to your core. 

“Fuck, cupcake, you’re dripping f’ me.” He coos, gauging your reactions as he prods at your entrance with the tips of his calloused fingers. You whine, trying to squeeze your legs shut, but his broad shoulders keep them open while he plays with your sopping pussy. His thumbs spread you open, and he watches you clench around nothing. 

“Hurry up, Sangyeon,” he grins at the desperation in your voice. 

“So needy,” he hums. You click your tongue and one of your hands laces in the soft strands of his hair. Your grip tightens, and he whines when you yank him closer to you.’

“Well,” you hide the way your voice shakes when you feel his breath right up against you. “I need a bit of a taste tester, you know? Need to know if she’s sweet enough- oh fuck-”

His mouth against you before you can finish your statement. His mouth is wide open, his tongue swiping along your folds, dipping inside of you and just grazing your clit, knowing full well that’s where you need him the most. Your hand is still in his hair, but your grip has gone slack. Your jaw hangs open, your head tipped back, and Sangyeon can feel him growing harder just at the taste of you in his mouth. 

His eyes drift shut, his hands grabbing your thighs and pulling you impossibly closer to his mouth. His neck has tipped back at an awkward angle, one that he knows is going to hurt later, but right now? With your pussy dripping against his face and the pretty little moans and whines you release? Sangyeon couldn’t care less. He's enraptured by you. He's obsessed with your taste, and he knows that even if he doesn't like sweets, he'd make an exception just for you.

“Sangyeon,” you’re breathless, pitch raising as he sucks at your clit, laving over it with his tongue. “Sangyeon, please.”

“Please what, cupcake?” His voice is muffled, not even bothering to pull away from you, and the vibrations of his voice have your back arching. “What do you need?”

“Need you inside of me,” you whine. “Please, please I need you so bad. Been waiting for so long. Haven’t you been waiting for me?” 

You’re a seductress, Sangyeon decides. A succubus. Sent here to torment him. To get him drunk on you, so much so that he’ll never want to leave. So much so that he’d sell his soul just to get a taste of your nectar one more time. 

“Have to make you cum, cupcake,” he denies your pretty little begs. “Wanna make you cum, just once before I fuck you. Please? Please let me make you cum?” His eyes are glowing in the light of the bakery, and you let out a high-pitched whine. He doesn’t wait for your response this time. He drowns himself in your pussy, tongue reaching inside of you for as much of your arousal as he can get. He sucks harshly on your clit, teeth grazing it and drawing loud cries from your lips.

Your legs tremble. A knot is growing in the pit of your stomach. Your body jerks. 

“Oh, fuck, Sangyeon-” Your cry trails off into a loud whine, your orgasm washing over you like a wildfire. Sangyeon drinks you up like he’s been in a desert for a week without water, moaning just as loud as you. Getting drunk on the feeling of your thighs shaking around his head, overstimulating you as you come down from your high. 

He doesn’t pull away until you physically kick him away from you. His face is drenched in your juices, his eyes glazed with need, and you have a sneaking suspicion that if you asked, he would crawl over and drag another orgasm out of you in no time at all. 

But you don’t ask. You need him inside of you so desperately that now you’re the one crawling to him. He’s still fully dressed as you perch your body over his, your core pressed right up against the bulge in his pants. His hands are tight on your hips, and he watches as you tug his sweatshirt up his body. 

“Did you plan for this to happen?” You smirk when you find bare skin under the soft hoodie. Bare, golden, skin, with toned abs like no other. Fuck maybe you were gonna get drunk on him.

He grins at you. “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. What are you gonna do about it?” You click your tongue and slide off of him to sit on the counter. He sits up, eyebrows knit together as you swing your legs and smile at him.

“Planned or not,” you hum, “you should probably fuck me before I change my mind and eat that birthday cake on my own.” Sangyeon scoffs, but he’s pulling his pants down his legs and walking over to you without another word.

You, on the other hand, are taken completely aback. He’s big. Like…big in both length and girth. You wonder if you’d be able to wrap your hand around it, but you don’t get the time to think about it before Sangyeon is in front of you, tearing open a foil packet and rolling the condom onto his cock.

“Is it gonna fit, do you think?” You reach your hand forward, wrapping your hand around it. You were right. 

Sangyeon hisses at the contact of your hand wrapping around his sensitive cock. “We’ll have to see, won’t we?” 

You smile, your legs wrapping around his waist and tugging him closer to you. Your hand is still on him, guiding him to your entrance. You both hiss at the initial push into you. It stings, the stretch more than you’ve had in quite a while. 

“Shit, you’re tight,” Sangyeon grips your thighs tightly, his fingers holding you so tightly that you swear there will be bruises after this. You whine, your arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders. 

His arms slide up, holding you close to him as he continues to press inside of you. Sangyeon whispers words of comfort into your ear. He pauses whenever you whine in discomfort, hushing you as he continues to push into you. He bites his tongue every time your pussy clenches around him, muffling the groans that threaten to escape. 

You, on the other hand, are moaning shamelessly despite the discomfort. You can feel him everywhere, touching every inch of you and just kissing that sweet spot inside of you. Every time he pushes further into you, once the sting passes, the pleasure is quick to replace it. It overpowers every other emotion inside of you. Your legs wrap tighter around him, forcing those last few inches into you until his hips are pressed tightly against your own and his breathing grows shaky again. You clench around him, and his body jerks. 

“Little tease,” he practically growls. “Clenching around me like you want me to cum too fast.” You laugh, but it cuts into a moan when he pulls out a few inches and shoves himself back in. Your nails dig into the back of his neck, your fingers lacing into his hair and pulling lightly. "Feels so good, Yeonnie.”

“Weren’t you the one that said that was a dog's name?” He moves slowly against you, and at first, you don’t respond, your lips attached to his shoulder and sucking dark marks into the skin. “Cupcake, careful with the marks.” Sangyeon pinches the skin of your thigh and you whine.

“Stop complaining and just fuck me already,” you plead. Sangyeon smiles.

“Whatever you say, cupcake.” You can’t get another word out. Sangyeon pushes you onto your back, barely giving you time to adjust to how he feels in this new position before he’s thrusting harshly inside of you. 

He’s harsh with his pace, each thrust punching the air out of your lungs, forcing out moans and cries and begs for him to go faster, harder, right there oh god right there Sangyeon. He lowers his mouth to your shoulder, giving you the same treatment he’d just scolded you for, listening to everything you say and every sound you make as he does. The sound of his hips slapping against yours is so loud and he can feel your arousal dripping down your pretty cunt and allowing him to go faster, to fuck you harder. 

Then he sees it. It’s faint, but when he looks down at you he can see the outline of his cock pressing against your stomach. His pace stutters, and you whine when he slows down. 

“Cupcake, look at you.” He coos, grabbing the hand that’s in his hair and bringing it down to your stomach. You raise your head, eyes fluttering when he thrusts again but you can feel the bulge against your stomach. You force your eyes to stay open the next time he thrusts into you, whining when you see it. “So fucking pretty, baby. So fucking pretty, and so small that my cock is pressing against your tummy, wanting to get out, hm?” You whine again, raising your hips to meet every thrust. 

He’s getting close. He can feel it. Every thrust, every clench, every whine. It’s all drawing him closer and closer to the edge, and he knows you can feel his cock twitching inside of you. He knows that you’re getting close again, he can feel the way your walls are fluttering around him rather than persistently clenching. 

“Are you close baby?” His hand comes up to rest next to your head, and you whine.

“So close, Yeonnie. Please I’m so close-” Your hips stutter against him, and the knot in your stomach goes tight. 

Sangyeon swears he goes blind for a moment with how hard his eyes roll back. His body shakes against yours, his cum filling the condom to the brim. Your back arches, your chests brushing together and he wraps one hand around your back, pressing against your shoulder blades to hold you close to him while the two of you ride out your highs. Both of you are panting, your bodies slick with sweat, and you can only imagine what anyone walking outside is thinking-

“Oh my god, we just fucked in my bakery.” You sit upright, your head knocking against Sangyeon’s in the process. He snorts, rubbing where you just hit him.

“You’re realizing this now?” You smack his arm, and he laughs, pulling away from you. The two of you are quiet for a few minutes, quietly cleaning up and getting dressed. Well…Sangyeon gets dressed. You’re stuck on the counter, your legs proving to be useless now. Sangyeon smiles at this, grabbing your clothes for you and helping you tug your jeans on. 

“We’re not fucking in here again.” He quirks an eyebrow.

“So what you’re saying is my car is next?” You punch his arm again, but he just laughs. “I’m kidding.”

“Are you though?” 

“...”

“Lee Sangyeon!” He laughs again, taking you by the hand to keep you steady on your feet. The two of you stand there for a few minutes, in the middle of your bakery with the orange glow of the fairy lights. 

“Did you mean what you said?” You ask, letting him lead you back to the table you’d left the cake on.

“About what?” Sangyeon peers at you, his head tilted. 

“About not liking sweets.” Your cheeks are warm. It’s a silly question, but it had bugged you. Sangyeon smiles, ducking his head.

“Yeah… I was really just here for the coffee.”

“Then…Why did you take what I gave you?” You pout. “If I had known you didn’t like that stuff, I would’ve given you something else!” 

“Because I like how happy you sounded when I told you the recipes you were trying tasted fantastic.” He says simply. “I would hate if I said or did anything that made you upset.”

“But you…” you purse your lips. “Then why did you run away? I know that you said someone had…betrayed you before…but did you really think I would do that to you?” 

Sangyeon sighs. 

“I didn’t know. Obviously, I trusted you- I trust you. But…somewhere inside of me I just couldn’t help but be a bit too cautious. I couldn’t stop myself from being afraid that this would turn out just like that relationship did, you know?” You nod, drumming your fingers on the table. “Can I see the cake you made me now?” 

“After all that, you wanna see the cake now?” You scoff and he grins at you, tugging the box toward him. “Whatever. It’s nothing special anyway.”

“Anything you make me is special.” He argues, flipping open the lid of the box. He gasps.

“Do you like it?” Sangyeon doesn’t respond. You get nervous. “Yeonnie?”

“Oh, you want me sooooo bad.”

~

TAGLIST: @winterchimez @juyeonszn

[milkywaybottles]

could you possibly do a small fic of papa iv spending time with his s/o on a rainy day? thank you!!

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A/N: Hi! Thank you for the request, love! Sorry I died for a little bit guys!

For the sake of the fic, the other Papas aren't dead! (or at least, not yet..)

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Drizzle - Copia (Papa IV) x gn!Reader Oneshot

Word count: 2k

It had been raining for what seemed like a millennia, each streak of rain falling painstakingly slow against the colourful stained glass of the ministry. The clouds were threateningly dark, thunder rumbling throughout the halls followed by the occasional snap of lightning. This type of weather never bothered you, and if anything, soothed your otherwise racing mind.

It hadn't been cold, nothing of the sort, in the previous days. The air had been hot, leaving your body a sticky mess. The ministry had been caught in an unrelenting heatwave, and while the sky had been black for days, it was only on the hazy morning that the clouds finally spilt rain.

You sighed with relief as the first droplets of rain broke across your skin, welcoming the feeling with a loving embrace. All moods had picked up within the clergy, no longer followed by the tired drawl that the steamy afternoon brought. Instead, many rejoiced in the arrival of the weather, numerous Siblings of Sun deciding to strip in the rain in the name of Lucifer.

You had smiled at the idea but found it best to seek comfort from the extending window sill of your bedroom. The sill gave a perfect view through the muddied stained glass into the rose gardens outside, littered with old concrete statues. As the wind howled its unearthly groans, the statues would shift as if coming to life. Your eyes never left them, fearing if you looked away, they would move ever so closer.

A clap of lighting flashed across the window, your heart jumping from your throat as you fell backwards. A squeak left your mouth while your hand shot out in front of you to catch yourself. There was a muffled thump as you hit the ground, causing you to whine as your rear end ached.

The creaking of a door drew your attention.

“Bella, is everything alright?”

Copia’s concerned face sent relief washing through you. The tips of your ears were engulfed in blush, grateful it hadn’t been a different clergy member.

“Just peachy, darling” you responded shyly, eyes averting his gaze. For a moment, you sat on the carpet before you both fell into a chorus of laughter. Copia’s smile was wicked, hand held on the side of his waist for support.

“You fell off the window sill, didn’t you?”

He was in the middle of the room now, making his way towards you rather urgently.

“No, of course not”. Your tone was dripping with sarcasm, though your inflection rising as a gentle kissed was placed to your forehead. He extended his arm like the gentleman that he was and you took it, standing up once again. You were able to examine your partner, eyes drifting across his more casual ministry wear.

His gloved hands found his sides easily, “Well you’re lucky then, otherwise, you might have been too sore for cuddles”

Your left eyebrow perked upwards, causing crinkles on your forehead, “You’re not working?”

"Bah! I'm never finished. But I couldn't ignore this weather, and I thought it would be the perfect time to spend some time with my favourite person, eh?"

A shadow fell across his wide eyes as the clouds drifted forwards. Thunder rippled throughout the hollow halls of the ministry, the door cracking open with enough force for the walls to shake. Your facial expression dropped and the colour drained from it, your body mindlessly drifting to where you felt safe: under the blankets and in Copia's arms.

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As the rain beat heavily against the roof, you held back a yawn. The heat of Copia's breath brushed against your neck, your head nuzzling further into the comfort of your plush pillows. Heart swooning, your tongue flicked across your lips as your hands secured Copia's against your waist. Between the bags underneath his sombre eyes and his sluggish mannerisms, you could tell he needed the rest.

"-Cara" He paused, dragging out an exhale. Your eyes peeled open to reveal the darkness of the room illuminate by the glow of the sky's fury. His side of the large king-sized bed was heavy, as was yours, sheets falling across your bodies. For once, the cold nipped at your toes and nose, leaving red marks in its wake.

"Yes...?". You were almost scared to speak back, feeling as though the darkness was creeping in and that your words would get lost in it.

“Would you fancy a hot chocolate? I could really go for some.”. He seemed unsure as the words left his mouth. You almost leapt from the bed, springing into action at the thought of soothing your restlessness.

The ministry was a beautiful thing, the walls looking as though they had been carved from marble. Light seeped through the crumbling cloisters, giving way to the patch of garden just outside your window. You often enjoyed late night strolls in the moonlight, the curfew but a scarce idea lingering in the back of your mind. Your robes would flutter in the wind as you paced.

Of course you weren’t going to object.

You were already at the door before Copia could register. He threw you a sleepy smile at your enthusiasm and bent down to collect his articles of clothing. You hadn’t taken off your pyjamas and stood waiting at the door patiently, eyes drifting across his body as he slipped on his pants and shirt. At the expanse of hair across his chest, you smirked as your eyes fell back on the fluffy carpet beneath your toes.

There was a grunt, followed by a thump as he dressed. You chuckled, observing as he sauntered towards you with a limp in his step.

Always clumsy, you thought to yourself.

His look was reassuring, eyes wide and awake despite the slump in his posture. Your hand inched towards the brass doorknob, your other bawled in a fist to rub against your eye. The promise of the warm drink kept you awake as well as the bitterness of the cold. You could almost taste the sweetness of the cream on your tongue.

As you both stepped into the hallway, Copia’a eyes darted left and right.

The hallway was full of a eery darkness which was broken by flashes of light. The musky smell of rain lingered where no human nor ghoul dared to tread. The halls all the Siblings of Sun once walked now sat empty.

The loving dork beside you was a far cry from the Papa everyone else knew him as. He was sweet and gentle, and while he could be seductive, tended to be reserved. And he loved 3 things the most in the world, beyond anything the ministry could offer him:

You.

His rats.

And sweet treats.

“Cara!” He whispered with urgency, throwing a hand over his shoulder and gesturing for you to follow, “Come! This way to the kitchen”

Your head shook, falling out of your bubble of thought. Breaking into a shuffle to catch up with him, the two of you wandered the halls in search of the kitchen. The rain continued just as heavily, the occasional drip falling from a weathered crack in the ceiling and hitting the floor with a light splash.

Before you knew it, you were at the archway which led into the dining hall. As your eyes feverishly scanned over the elongated tables and hundreds of chairs, it crossed the large arched observatory window. It peered out into the courtyard, which had become a makeshift lake. The candelabras in the cool stone brick walls emitted a dull but warm glow, enough for you to squint to see the outline of a door.

“I found it!” You exclaimed proudly as your hand placed itself firmly on the handle. The door groaned and its tired old hinges rattled as if an old person was scolding your childish mischief.

When you broke into the kitchen, Copia found your side with an impressed smirk displayed across his features. Hesitation consumed him as his arm paused halfway through going to flick on the light switch.

You eyed him curiously.

He had made the decision not to turn on the light for fear you would be caught. Papa or not, it was still embarrassing to be out after curfew if caught by Imperator, who would make sure you regretted it before the night was over.

Instead, he settled for the nearest candle holder and a pack of matches. Within a stroke, the red tip dragged across the surface of the matchbox, a fire sizzling into existence before he placed it delicately to the waxen candle. The flame’s light hovered across his softening expression.

You turned, satisfied, in the search of pot to heat the milk.

Before long, you were cooking with gas as you assembled the ingredients. The milk had been heated virtually silently and the cocoa powder sat on the table, ready to be opened. Copia had come to your side, pressing his side against yours reassuringly as he watched you work. The powder bubbles as it was mixed before dissolving into a murky brown colour. You took the mugs, one in each hand, and handed one to your partner.

He nodded and took it, eyes fluttering expectantly as the drink was brought to his lips. Your gaze darted to his lips as he removed the mug, then to the faint outline of a foamy moustache of milk. Letting out a small expression of laughter, he frowned, unaware.

“Maybe you should grow back the moustache. I forgot how good it looked on you”

Your sly comment didn’t go unnoticed as he raised the sleeve of his shirt to wipe it, only to be met with your protest. You tutted, placing your hand gently on his sleeve and lowering it. Before he could speak, you leaned forward and placed a carefully calculated but deep kiss to his soft lips.

His arm securely found the dip in your back and while he tilted you backwards, a muffle of approvement escaping his lips between kisses. Electricity tingled through you as he released you from his grasp. His eyes burned softly with passion, even in the dim light of the kitchen.

“Maybe I will, for you” he breathlessly laughed.

Mugs in hand, you both turned with a contentful smile toward the door once again. The walk to the bedroom from the kitchen appeared less like a long stretch of dauntingly barren tiles as before, and more as what it was ; a hallway made monster by rain.

In your comfort, you turned the corner with Copia trailing behind you, expecting another empty hallway.

But your heart must have jumped from your throat and into the floor as your eyes lay on Secondo. Beneath his arms were two women of unknown origin, one with ebony hair in ringlets, and the other with numbing blue eyes. From the way their swayed under his grasp, you could assume they were all tipsy.

“Bella what are you-” Copia paused, mouth snapping shut as he rounded the same corner to see you frozen in place.

Secondo’s eyes, glassy and fixed on the walkway ahead of him, pivoted to you. You felt your stomach drop as if you were on a roller coaster. There was a twinkle in them despite the bitterness of his appearance. Without a moment to spare, he winked casually as if to say ‘Don’t worry. I won’t tell if you don’t’ and continued the track back to his room.

You shook your head in disbelief as the man faded into the darkness of night, shushing his company as the giggles ceased. Reasserting a hand on your shouoder, Copia muttered, “That was close”

“Tell me about it. We’re lucky Secondo is the party animal. If it had been Primo, we would have been torn to shreds, Satan forbid, Sister Imperator!” Your whisper almost squeaked out as a loud exclamation, causing you to snap your palm over your lips.

The thought of dissolving into the sheets of your bed with Copia tucked under your arm was the only thing guiding you through the halls of the ministry on that rainy night.

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[olivyh]

TWST MEMORIES: Idia and Ortho Shroud (3 years old and 1 year old)

A/N: Sorry for the hiatus! I'm working on requests and saw this in my drafts! I haven't updated this series since August, so I might keep adding to it when I find the time! Living in London is pretty hard so far because I have to actually do adult stuff and I miss home <<//3333 But!! Classes start on Monday so hopefully it'll be a bit of a distraction!

"Ortho!" Idia whispers, creeping into his brother's nursery, and slowly closing the door behind him. The three year old pouts when he doesn't hear any response from his usually noisy baby brother- the young boy normally screaming until someone picks him up, more often than not waking everyone on that side of the house.

Or until the fabric of the crib catches on fire.

Either one is a common occurrence in the Shroud household.

"Ortho-" Idia whines, pulling a stool up to his brother's crib and huffing when he sees the baby still sleeping soundly, chubby face smiling occasionally and fists clenched beside his small head. The glow of their hair illuminates the room along with the small led lights that line the edges of the nursery. 

Idia beams when he sees the baby begin to mumble, moving around before his eyes peek open, the same bright yellow as his own, although unfocused. "Ortho!"

"Ia..." Ortho mumbles, smiling. 

"Mhm!" Idia nods. "Come on, let's play!" He drops the one wall of the crib down, allowing his baby brother to crawl over to the edge and try to get down, falling clumsily off the side and rolling along the soft foam of the floor, an addition their parents thought would be good to put in, considering that last time Idia pulled this stunt it ended up in the small boy falling to the floor and wailing until their furious parents burst into the room to console their youngest son and scold their oldest. 

"Okay, you be the villain, and I'll be the hero!" Ortho babbles as he chews on the end of his 'evil staff', making Idia roll his eyes and try to wrestle it out of the one-year-old's hands. The toddler huffs and gives up, his own sword in hand. "I've got you now, evildoer!"

"Bah!" Ortho shouts back, taking a hesitant and wobbly step forward, face scrunched in concentration as he tried to take a few steps forward. 

"No! It's not possible! I have you now!" The scene suddenly shifts around them, they're in a large cavern, lava surrounding the small island they're on. Heat rises in waves around them, nearly suffocating as the hero and the villain stand off against one another. 

Idia, in all of his two-foot-tall glory, stands, a suit of reflective blue armor on as he imagines his hair tied back, the bright blue fading to an angry red at the end. He brandishes his sword as he glares at the mysterious, tiny villain. His younger brother is decorated in robes that partially obscure his face, evil staff crackling with electricity as he steps forward, easily dodging the magma-filled cracks that appear in the ground.

"Bababa..." Ortho shouts, waving around his evil staff, commanding a wave of lava to crash over Idia, making him gasp and roll to the side, swiftly dodging it. He stumbles along the rocky ground but is able to get back on his feet as he huffs, mind racing on how he can possibly fight against this great evil. "Gah!" Another wave of his evil staff sends Idia flying backward, into the arms of a great, fuzzy beast. Idia feels a wave of dread wash over him as he tilts his head back to get a better look at the creature.

The gigantic bear stares down at him, growling as Idia jumps back to his feet, gasping. 

"You set me up!" Idia seethes, brandishing his sword. "What kind of creature have you been creating in here?!"

"Boboboo..." Ortho mumbles lowly, nearly a growl as he chews on his staff, drool dripping down the side. Idia scrunches his nose and gags. 

"Ortho! No chewing on your evil staff! We talked about this!"

"Aba?" The baby looks up at him wide-eyed and giggles. 

"Okay, okay," He sighs and shakes his head, pouting. "Just this once! Back to the scene!"

"Ababa!" Idia gets back in position, trying to ignore the spit that connects Ortho's mouth to the evil staff. 

"No..." Idia whispers in disbelief, tightening his grasp on his sword as he bravely approaches the beast, preparing himself for a lengthy battle. 

Suddenly, a staff joins his, attacking the creature with shouts. 

"Villain!" Idia says in astonishment. "Why are you attacking your own monster?"

"Ia... ia..." Ortho giggles, smacking the stuffed bear violently. "Ia... wub ia..."

"You... love me?" Idia gapes. "Nonsense, you are my arch... arch... super bad evil guy who doesn't like me!"

"Wub ia!"

"I refuse... this is a trick!" The three-year-old shakes his head, pouting. 

"Baba... bababab...."

"No...."

"Babababa!" Ortho shouts, shakily standing to his full height and facing Idia. "Aaahhhh!"

"You're my brother?!" Idia places a hand over his heart, falling back a few steps. "How...?"

"Guh... gah..." Ortho wrangles with his cloak- a blanket that Idia threw over his head- and pulls it down dramatically to reveal the baby's wide yellow eyes and flaming blue hair.

"You really are my baby brother!" Idia grins. "Right! Then let's beat up this monster for good!"

Together, the two of them jump on the beast, laughing and cheering as they hit it with their paper sword and staff. The monster growls, shaking and trying to throw its assailants off, but they prevail, throwing magical attack after magical attack at the giant bear, which lets out ear-splitting growls of pain with each attack. 

"We're almost there!" Idia pants, sending a fatal blow to its head with his sword before falling to the floor. "The final hit...Ortho! The final hit!"

"Bah!" The baby smacks the stuffed animal's leg and it falls to the floor unceremoniously. 

"Such power..." Idia mumbles in disbelief. "Able to take down the monster with only his hands..."

"Bah! Bahbahbobobo!" Ortho giggles, marching over to Idia and crawling over his brother as the two cheer over their victory. Idia hugs his baby brother close to his chest, pumping his fist in the air and cheering loudly. 

"We did it!"

"Ba!"

"Yeah!" Idia laughs. Footsteps from down the hall alert both boys, with Idia fumbling to get his younger brother back in the crib, fumbling with the side as he hears his parents' muffled voices getting closer to the door. 

"Ortho!" He hisses. "Hurry!" His little brother's leg gets stuck on one of the bars as he attempts to climb, making the boy whine loudly as Idia panics, climbing into the crib himself and opting to pull Ortho up by his arms. Ortho is finally freed and Idia yelps as he's tossed backward, head hitting the side of the crib as Ortho babbles and giggles, sitting on his chest. 

"Ow..." He hears the footsteps approach the door and he gasps, clapping and turning the lights off, pulling the blanket over himself and Ortho, putting a finger over his lips. 

"Shh-" The door opens slowly as Ortho smacks his head lightly from under the blanket. "Ortho, shh!"

"Shh!" The baby repeats, spitting all over Idia and making the boy wince. 

"Eww..." He mumbles. 

"Idia Shroud," He hears his mother's voice sound from the doorway and he gulps, pulling the blanket tighter over him and his brother. "Idia!"

"Yes, Mama..." He sits up, uncovering himself but leaving Ortho to fumble under the blanket, the fabric moving and stretching as the boy wiggles around and waves his arms, giggling quietly. Idia can make out the shadow of the boy from under the blanket due to the blanket glowing a light blue from his hair. 

"What did we say about letting Ortho sleep?" The woman huffs, hands on her hips. 

"B-but we had to finish the fight! I had a really good idea!"

"It couldn't wait?" Idia pouts, crossing his arms. 

"No!" 

"Let's get you back to bed..." She lifts a squirming Idia, who tries to climb back to Ortho. He whines and flails in her arms, pleading with the woman to let him spend the night in Ortho's room. He grabs at the air in the baby's direction, sniffling. 

"Mama please!" He whines loudly. "Just tonight! We-we'll go back to bed!" Idia watches as Ortho's bottom lip juts out and wobbles as his wide eyes fill with tears before the baby tries to stand out of his crib, bursting into loud wails as he reaches for Idia, chubby face turning bright red from the effort.

"Nefeli-" Idia's father steps in, his deep voice barely audible over their oldest son's whining and their youngest's crying. "Let's just leave them be, it's too late to have this fight again."

"Damianos," His mother sighs, pausing on the way to the door. "Ortho needs to sleep."

"He won't be getting any if they're separated..." His mother sighs and finally places Idia down, allowing the boy to run to the crib and climb inside, feeling victorious from the win. He wraps his arms around Ortho's neck, laying down and holding the baby close as Ortho's wails die down into short sniffles. 

Their parents sigh and look at one another, leaving the room and turning the lights off. 

"How long until they start fighting?" Their mother sighs. 

"If they fall asleep now, we have some time. If not..."

"Ortho!" The shout sounds from within the room, followed by gleeful giggles. "Leggo of my hair! That hurts!"

[hoffmans-hoffman]

Elrond's little one

1 of ?

Alt title: Boromir is trying his best to babysit

Alt title: Boromir is big brother and he's trying not to cry

Elrond ft M!Reader as his son

Description: Elrond goes Papa mode on Boromir, who should definitely know better

Tw: None

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"Well aren't you a little one, the ears say Elf but the height says Hobbit" Boromir teases You as he ruffles Your hair with a grin. You knew Boromir, his visits were anything but consistent. Lindir would have to remind You to bow to the Prince of Gondor "Where's your father?" He lowers himself to Your tiny stature, now eye level with the Prince of Gondor You giggled "Where is he (Y/n)?" Boromir asks again "I'll never tell you" "Ahhh I see, well okay then" he lowers his head and starts to fake cry "No, No, Boromir don't do that!" You whine pushing his head up but his hair covers his face "Don't cry, don't cry" You say quickly before hugging his arm tightly "Thanks for the hug" Boromir picks You up and You crawl Your way to his shoulders "Will I be this tall one day?" "Taller than me? Bah" Boromir was making sure the coast was clear before continuing to walk out of Rivendell with You comfortably on his shoulders.

"So...do you have a nice Princess back in Gondor?" You ask tugging on the left side of Boromir's hair making him turn "Ah haha..." "Or does your stinky guard follow you too much" That one sentence made Boromir go silent quickly "Oooo! You like him!" You snicker feeling Boromir shift "So are you going to grow your hair as long as your Father's?" He changed the subject "Yes! Because I'm going to be wise just like him or even more wise!" You grin and then heard an all too familiar sentence "What are you two doing?" It was your father at this moment You were practically eye level with him and that scared, Your father had never yelled at You but You were not ready to break that streak "LordElrond" Boromir blurt out, his sentence blended as he put You down and as if Boromir had you against Your will, You bolted to Elrond's side wrapping your arms around his arm as You did a small smile appeared for a few seconds but once he looked back at Boromir it was gone...

"You know better than to take him out here without guards" Elrond's voice was firm but calm "I know but, I just" Boromir couldn't seem to make a full sentence "I tell you every time you visit, do not take (Y/n) past the gates he isn't old enough yet and you still do not listen" Elrond put his free hand in his hip "Boromir, I trusted you with something very dear to me and once again...you failed...again" it hurt Your father to say these words to Boromir as words are so powerful they can become wounds "I'm sorry Lord Elrond" Boromir lowers his head "Wayland and I will leave next morning" he murmurs sniffling a little "No!" You tugged at Your father's arm "That's not fair! He didn't do anything wrong! He's my brother!" Your words made Elrond look You dead in the eyes and kneel to Your height "(Y/n)...I know it's difficult but if he can't follow the rules I lay out he has to go home" his tone was softer with You but still firm "He'll come to visit once again you will see him again, right" Elrond's head snapped to Boromir, who looked up quick and nodded even quicker "See" "But...I...but" "There's no buts (Y/n)" Elrond looks back at You "He'll be back before you know it" "Promise" "(Y/n)..." "Lindir says a promise isn't a promise unless you say it out loud" You whisper looking down "I promise that Boromir, Son of Denethor can come back and with supervision watch over you while I have my meetings" Elrond smiles "Now go back inside" he stood up and You ran back in as Boromir now stood next to Elrond

"No one got hurt" "That's not the point" Elrond normally man of little violence in his old age smacked the back of Boromir's head "Ow, What was that for?" "You'll understand when you have a child"

[thepromptapothecary]

Serpent and The Wings Of Night by Clarissa Broadbent Starter List 1 (slight changes have been made to make certain lines fit and feel free to change pronouns as fit): "This place is a fucking disaster" "You'd never guess you were pretty under all that, ____." "Bah. Safety is overrated." "Don't skewer yourself with that stick up your ass." "Do you feel unsafe here, ____?" "They're dead. And if you go after them, so are you." "We should be saving our energy." "Wish I had killed him, though, because he was a repulsive asshole." "Are you injured?" "Don't whine." "I'll stab you again." "Beautiful place you've claimed for yourself." "What? Do I smell?" "Everyone was so sure you'd be the first to die." "What are you going to do? Stab me?" "I'm boring as shit, I promise you." "Stop playing with me. I don't have the patience." "Ally with me." "What makes you think I need your protection?" "You can stay still for two fucking minutes." "OPEN. THIS. FUCKING. DOOR." "I probably should've killed her." "What in the seven fucking hells is wrong with you?" "BACK THE FUCK UP." "What do you want me to do? Crawl into your lap?" "Don't talk about my family that way." "Sorry about your coin purse." "Sit. There's food." "Life is too short not to indulge" "With ____? I'm not with ____." "There's no bonding like bonding over murder." "Maybe we've built more of a reputation for ourselves than we expected." "You just look so pleased with yourself." "I want the most absolutely fucking disgusting beer in town." "You're worried about my self-control? How sweet." "Thank you. I've had plenty of practice drinking terrible alcohol." "Do you actually have your hand on your blade right now?" "I've had lots of practice on my physique too. I didn't think you'd noticed." "Never make deathbed promises, ____. Always bites you in the ass." "Trying to get me drunk so you can ask all kinds of invasive questions?" "You don't have to live this way, my love." "I don't feel like dying tonight." "You missed your chance to get rid of me." "You're not the only one who knows how to kill." "Oh, no one is accusing you of such acts." "No one here appreciates the fucking threats, ____." "Trust. Do you understand how dangerous that word is?" "Don't break him." "Worry about getting better. Just rest. Can you do that?" "That needs to be treated." "I could try to find some alcohol." "Kneel there. I'll sit behind you." "I just- I'm sorry for what I'm about to do to you." "I'm glad your bedside manner is about as delicate as I would have expected." "I have to stitch you up and talk to you?" "We're famous." "Unpleasant, but not poison."

[somuchbetterthanthat]

painful to only ever feel this big urge to write only once I’ve finished a good book or a good fic because I know that deep down I don’t want to actually write, I want to /have/ written this fic or this book I’ve read 

[luveline]

James and the reader baking <333

thank u for ur request! hope this is okay <3 fluffy James is <333

"James," you say, pressing your palms to your eyes to abate an overwhelming wave of defeat.

"What?" he asks, pulling at your fingers until you let your hands fall away. There's icing sugar all over his face, stars dotted in wild constellations over his warm skin. "What's the prob?"

"The prob," you say weakly, "is that I specifically chose this because it was marketed as the easiest sweets to make, and yet. A palava!"

"A palava!" he repeats, delighted at your word choice.

It is a palava. There's icing sugar everywhere, not just his face, a white ring of it burning on the glass stove top, a cloud of it settled over your clothes, and no matter how much you whisk the fudge you're attempting to make on the hob, it won't dissolve.

"We sieved it like the instructions said," you bemoan, picking the whisk up to try again. You break the fresh skin formed over the top of the fudge and turn up the heat.

"Are you sure that's a good idea, babe? We don't want to burn it."

"I don't think it's hot enough," you say. "Doesn't it look too thick to you?"

He hums and leans back against the countertops, hand dipping in a patch of white sugar and chocolate dust. He doesn't notice or doesn't care, but you're betting it's the former.

"Won't you relax?" he implores you gently, reaching out to straighten your shirt collar. You look down at the white fingerprints he leaves behind and feel the opposite of relaxed. He smiles impishly.

"Jamie, this isn't going well for us."

"I know, bub. We'll just have to try again."

You sigh deeply and try to be less tense, pressing your face to your shoulder. You roll your neck and James winces when it clicks.

"Why do we do stuff like this?" you whine, and then feel bad immediately. "Just, not that I don't love doing things with you, Jamie, but I'm so awful. At everything."

"You're not awful at everything, angel. Where'd you get that idea? You're amazing, and one lumpy fudge doesn't dispute that," he tells you, eyebrows pinched in concern.

Your eyes flutter closed as he runs the back of his hand, thankfully clean, down the side of your face. He quickly leans forward to press a chaste kiss against the skin where his hand had been, working the whisk and saucepan handle from your white-knuckled grip. He turns the heat off and sets the pan on a cool hob.

"Baking isn't easy. It's a practiced craft, okay? We're not gonna be good straight away."

You smile at him softly. "I know, James. Sorry. I'm being melodramatic."

He smooths his hands over your shoulders, smiling indulgently.

"You're not dramatic, often. Much. At all. And-" he starts, seeing your accusing expression, "if you are, you're not nearly as dramatic as me."

You drop your head into his chest and twine your fingers in the ends of his shirt. "Bah."

"Fudge is supposed to be thick. So we got that part right," he whispers into your hair.

"And lumpy?" you inquire.

He generously doesn't comment. You groan, sound muffled by his skin.

"Just because you're not good at something the first time doesn't mean you never will be," he says.

"Practice makes perfect," you parrot, a phrase he's told you a hundred times.

"Practice must've made you, then," he murmurs, rubbing your shoulders.

You smile into his chest, best pleased by his flirtation until you still. "James, are you wiping your hands in my shirt?"

"...No."

"Alright, get off me."

[mono-dot-jpeg]

new life, new brother - xiao

summary; a new life to live, a new brother to have. luckily, you have been reincarnated into an adeptus

genre; fluff, so fluffy, child! reader, adeptus! reader, xiao is a grumpy brother, family dynamics i love too much, implied zhongchi bc i love them sm

word count: 699 [nice]

[platonic] [gender neutral reader]

a/n; a lovely ask from anon <333 im a sucker for family fic after all.

i hope you enjoy this bc i sure did, im sorry if this is too short, i always feel like i write more than this but HGGGHHHH

baba is dad in chinese just a quick side note

buy me a kofi

"well, you're gonna have to deal with them, xiao. you're a big brother now." zhongli and xiao sit in the living room as you were on the ground, playing with a bunch of colorful toys that seemed to catch your eye.

"i don't like this.. child." xiao looked at you, practically burning your soul with his eyes as he does.

"they're a little brat."

zhongli chided him as he watches xiao stare at you with burning eyes. if he was a pryo user, you would be burnt to a crisp by now. "i know you're not fond of this but the next generation of liyue would need to grow up well. and we would need someone to help protect the next generation."

"but i'm perfectly capable of doing so." xiao glared at zhongli and then your little squishy self, "i do not think this child would be very capable of protecting liyue."

"well, you will be teaching them, so don't assume anything. they are part of the family now. they will grow up with our guidance."

xiao huffed, sitting on the wooden floors. you were now seated on his lap by zhongli whilst you chewed on a random toy. a few beats of eye contact between you and xiao and he speaks, "don't chew it, it's too small." he's gentle with taking the toy away from you and replacing it with a bigger toy.

"bwah!" you shouted out in excitement as you took the bigger toy, your small hands just barely managing to hold it and move it towards your mouth. "whah!" you looked up at xiao, eyes sparkling as if to thank him. he simply stares at you as you stare back, mouth over the big toy. your bright curious eyes beat his much duller golden ones. zhongli had sat back and watched such an interesting scene that stood before him.

"you seem very interested in the child, xiao."

"i'm not..." he muttered in denial as he broke his stare to look at zhongli this time. you merely continued your teething session on xiao's lap. "they stared at me first."

zhongli chuckles at xiao's argument. "yes, of course, my apologies." the ex-archon has a smug smile on his face, watching with gentle eyes as you grasp at xiao's hand that was holding the toy.

"bah! bah!" it's almost a yell of anger while you attempt to grab the toy back.

"hm? are you calling for baba?" zhongli looked at you, picking you up. "baba is here, is big brother being mean?"

"bah!" you squirm in his arms, soon facing xiao and reaching for him.

"you want this?" xiao held up the toy as you whined. "well, you can't have it." zhongli gives him a look and xiao gives up the toy rather quickly. "you're lucky you're a child."

"i think y/n has had enough time playing, hm?" the ex-archon looks at you fiddling with the toy once again, unknowing of the inevitable. "it's getting late. you need some sleep. would you like to accompany them?" he asked the adeptus.

"adepti don't need sleep."

"then why don't you watch over them while they sleep? i trust that you will keep them safe." with you in zhongli's arms, you're put into a little bedroom, a simple crib, a bed by it and some other various toys (that you have gotten from childe) scattered on the floor.

it took a little while to fall asleep but nonetheless you're sleeping peacefully. eventually zhongli went to check on you and xiao and what an adorable sight he had found.

a soft click of his kamera and a light chuckle before he moves to tuck you and xiao in bed. "i told you that you would get along well." his voice is gentle as he takes in the peaceful scene. you're curled up right next to xiao, tiny hands grasping onto his clothes while xiao had an arm wrapped protectively around you.

[rebornologist]

I'm practically drooling over the Byakuran smut and now I got the hots for Kikyo too.

A kikyo version of your Byakuran smut, pretty please <3

Hii lovely! I'm glad you liked the spice hehe I'm not the best with it so I grow tired of it quickly, but I did a little bit of continuation/spinoff based off of the Byakuran fic. Have fun in the torture room!!

♡ "At Long Last" Kikyo/Reader*:･ﾟ✧

*afab she/they pronouns count: 770 words :) WARNINGS: 18+!! sex, exhibitionism, vouyerism, degradation & name calling (b*tch), a facial? I guess? Byakuran really does throw you to his guardian this time LOL; some dark/dehumanizing themes bc you're basically a f*cktoy BAH

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“Kik-ah! Kikyo-!” The name was lodged in your throat, your body jolted with every rough thrust from the cloud guardian.

“Oho,” he had the audacity to let out a soft chuckle, his signature little laugh, in amusement at your squirming and writhing under his touch, his hands gripping the meat of your hips and pulling your ass back onto him.

“Oh [name], is something the matter?” He inquires, a sickeningly sweet near-mocking tone dripping off his words. You could almost taste the lust in his voice.

You mumbled something similar to, “needa cum-!” before a hand suddenly grabbed you by the chin, lifting your head up to face none other than the great Byakuran.

“Oh my dear [name], you like being fucked senseless by Kikyo a lot more than I expected huh?” he pouted, brows furrowed. His eyes had a cold shine to them, which contradicted the outline of his erection straining in his pants, begging to be set free.

“I-I’m sorry Byakuran, I don’t ever-oh! hnngh, mean to disobey you!” Your words came out hazy from how well Kikyo knew how to fuck you. You were unable to bite back your moans when he pushed between your shoulder blades and raised your ass up more against him, dick brushing against and hitting that sweet spot inside your wet walls.

“Well, [name]. You’re being so good for us now, huh?” He chided, a quiet tsk tsk as he took his cock out to show you what you couldn’t have.

“[name]..” The cloud guardian mumbled lowly, one large hand reaching between your moist thighs, dripping with mixed fluids, and pressing on the hot little bundle of nerves.

You whimpered at the way he set a fast pace with circling around your clit as well, complimenting the unwavering thrusts and working to speed you towards your first orgasm. Your eyes shut in embarrassment and from the overwhelming sensations.

“Let me see what a good pet you are,” Byakuran groaned as he grabbed your head and lifted it to force you to make eye contact with him, right as your climax hit you almost by surprise.

Your knees buckled and your walls tensed around Kikyo, a high whine escaping you as you looked up at Byakuran pitifully, and he couldn’t help but cum to that sight. You were almost horrified at how his seed spurted out and onto your face, the familiar warm, sticky feeling nearly giving you the ick if you weren’t still riding the high of your own climax.

“Ahh my dear [name] is so pretty like this, but I can’t believe you came without asking first,” you could see the lustful adoration in his eyes turn to disgust as he tucked himself away and turned to leave the room.

“Do what you want with her, Kikyo. I can’t bear the way they look at me.. like nothing but a bitch in heat.”

“I understand-hah.. Byakura..n,” he managed, his thrusts slowing as he felt himself nearing his own climax. Kikyo’s head was spinning, he never thought this day would come. He lifted you off his cock and flipped you onto your back before pushing back into your greedy pussy with no hesitation. He almost seemed to show affection as he brushed his thumb over your cheeks, the tears that brimmed in your eyes mixed with the humiliation that Byakuran had left you with. Kikyo scoffed, but there was gentleness as he brushed his hand against your face, before his eyes flashed hungrily and he captured your lips in a heated kiss. He couldn't think of anything but the way your warm walls seemed to suck him back in every time he pulled back, each stroke bringing him closer to filling you up with his cum.

His pointed tongue delved into your hot mouth and you could only moan around the wet appendage running itself along your teeth and tongue. Your hands weaved their way into thick seafoam green waves, tugging slightly as your nails scraped over his pale flesh. There will surely be marks on his back tomorrow morning, brandings of the deeds done the night before. He’d marvel in the mirror at the lines tracing over his shoulder blades, smiling in satisfaction.

Right now, you felt your second high mounting as the sound of wet skin against skin sent your head spinning. His touch burned your skin as he lifted your legs up to press you harder into the mattress below, hips snapping ruthlessly against yours. Every roll sent electricity through your skin, you were in for a long night with the sweetest lover you never thought you’d have.

Kikyo would take such good care of his partners I think... also this isn't proofread (it hurts my eyes it ain't worth it) if u catch anything no I will not be fixing it just use ur imagination lolol enjoy xx Jyunie

[honeygingergemini]

Tell Me What You Want

pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader 

word count: 3.1k

warnings: smut (well, my first attempt at it), tipsy maybe possibly drunk reader, male POV i’m a girl so idk if i did a good job with that bc who knows. what goes on in the male brain also poor EXTREMELY poor descriptions sorry :) 

notes: um i’ve been wanting to write for a while but i was too nervous but then this scene kept playing at my head at work so I wrote it. I had steve in mind but i honestly haven’t watched a marvel movie since 2015 which is 5years ago and not 2 years like my brain remembers it as so my memory of the characteristics steve has are very fuzzy.... also english is not my first language so there will be typos and grammar mistakes sorry in advance. also please tell me if it sucks lol I really really really love criticism because it helps me gage were i’m at and how I can improve thank you :) 

                                                          .....

“bah” the sound of my girlfriend’s raspy voice pulls me from my light drift. I look over to see her cradling her foot in her hands. Unable to keep her balance she stumbles a little bit but quickly regains her footing stretching her hands out in front of her. “What the fuck?” she whispers to herself. 

I watch her as she makes her way around our shared chambers. I take in her once perfect appearance, now seeing someone completely different. Before leaving her hair was in perfectly uniformed spirals. The peach mini dress hugged her dips and curves beautifully, complementing the soft makeup on her face, and Her thin heels guarded her pink pedicure. Now, she is completely disheveled. The once tight curls are now matted waves, the lipstick smudged against her chin coincides with the thick eyeliner rings around both eyes. Her dress has completely shifted giving me the perfect peekaboo of areola. The shoes that were once on her feet are now in her hands. As if she feels me staring, she turns and locks eyes with me. 

“I’m sorry.” she sings out in a low whisper. holding out the syllables of the word. “Did i wake up?” 

“No.” I lie. 

“Oh good, ‘cause i wanted to…” she hiccups, a dead giveaway of her current state. “... i wanted to hang out with you” she’s talking but every word sounds like a moan.  

“Hang out with me?... Are you drunk?” I smile at her. I’ve always loved seeing her drunk simply because I can’t get drunk. 

“Mmmmm… kinda” she decides. 

“Kinda? either you are or you aren’t, which one is it?” 

“Well…i’m drunk enough to not feel embarrassed by doing this” she makes quick movements of dropping her heels from her hand before straddling my lap “but sober enough that i can still do this.” she slowly begins to grind on my thighs. Though her positioning is off, by a lot, I don’t care. I can still feel blood rushing to intimate areas of my body. my usually timid girl has transformed into a confident tease. I chuckle at the performance.

“Why are you laughing when you should be fucking me?” She pouts. 

“Oh really? tell me what you want me to do then.” Suddenly her face goes blank at my request. Usually, I am in control, I tell her when and where to move at all times, but I don’t want the game to end with her submission. I want to push her to try something new tonight.

 “I....” she hiccups again, harder this time causing a physical rise and fall of her chest emphasizing the twin orbs on her chest. “... I want to feel you.”  My growing hard on is touching the side of her thigh. 

“You are feeling me.” I smile at her. 

“Uh uh, closer?” She wiggles her body, but is still grinding slow. I shift my hips up ever so slightly so she can get a taste of what she wants. 

“Mmm” she lets out the tiniest moan if you’re not paying attention you’d miss it. Of course I don’t miss it. I never miss it. She leans into me with her right arm wrapped around my neck and her left hand touching my cheek softly. Her silk lips connect with mine and it takes all the strength I possess to not kiss her back. I want to see how far her liquid courage will take her. Once she notices I'm not kissing her back she whines. 

“Baaaaaaabeeee… Why aren’t you moving?”

“You didn’t tell me to move.” I say matter of factly. she huffs. “I told you,” I brush some of the disturbed curls from her face. “Tell me what you want me to do and i’ll do it.” I shrug. 

“But…” another hiccup peaks through her slurred words. “You know… I… get embarrassed.” her glossy brown eyes gaze into mine. 

“I know baby, but let’s try something new tonight.” I try to convince her giving her small peppering kisses to her face. “Just try it and if you wanna stop we’ll stop, okay?” She leers unwavering, weighing out her options. 

“Okay.” she sighs looking away from me as if trying to release all her nerves. “... What do I… you know… what do I say?” she fumbles with my fingers as a cashmere cat grin spreads across my face. 

“You say whatever you want…” I rub my thickset hands over her hips for added comfort. “Say anything you want me to do to you.” I kiss the corner or her mouth. Quick and soft. Not giving her too much, but just enough to hopefully spark some encouragement for her to begin speaking. She lets out another nerve breath before looking me in the face. It’s almost like she’s studying my face trying to see how serious I am. 

“Kiss me.” With that command I quickly lock our lips with firm pressure. 

“Slowly.” she murmurs through her lips. I slow my approach, taking my time with her lips. I create light suction around her bottom lip causing her to shift on me. I want to touch her so badly, but she only instructed me to kiss her. Nothing more, nothing less. She pulls away from me with her chest rising and falling quickly. 

“Add tongue?” it comes out less like a command and more like a question, but I give her a little leeway since it’s her first time. With my burly hands fisted at my sides I lift my body slightly. Once aligned perfectly, I kiss her again softly. I ran my tongue over her lips still puckered and pushed my body up before allowing my tongue to invade her mouth slowly. Another soft moan is released from her and I feel my nails digging into my palm. 

Let me touch you. 

She begins moving her hips again, her chest pushes into me with every deep breath she takes. 

“Kiss me from my lips to my spot.” 

“You have to be more specific than that.” I grunt with our lips still attached. She lets out a frustrating groan. 

“I want you to kiss me on my neck.” Her tone has changed. It’s a mix between exasperated and needy. I change direction and add my wet lips to her neck but not where I know she wants me. 

“Baby… lower” 

“Here?” I string out the teasing. 

“No. Here.” she moves my head to the space directly above her collarbone decorated by a tattoo. Before I could kiss the spot another command came through. 

“Suck no kiss.” Her facade crumbles and her native accent makes an appearance causing me to get more frustrated. She still hasn’t told me to touch her. Still complying to her demands, I suck her most sensitive spot. Hard. Her hands are now all over my midriff feeling me through my shirt. 

“Arms up.” She wheezes. I immediately lift my arms up allowing her to remove my shirt. My arms fall back to where they were by my sides. My favorite girl increases the pressure at which she’s moving her hips. The roles reverse and now she’s kissing all over me. Her lips sloppily move from my jaw to my shoulder to my pierced nipple. My jaw locks and my fists tighten. As a result of a lost bet I had to get the piercing and wear it for a year. There were times I hated that thing. This was not one of those times.

“Touch me.” she swirls her tongue around my jeweled nipple. Excitement ripples through my veins. 

“Where?” It comes out breathy but she didn’t mind. She smiles at me clearly feeling more comfortable. 

“Anywhere you like baby.” and with that I flipped her over trying to touch all parts of her body at once. My hands introduce themselves to her breast with a firm squeeze. My left hand goes down to now introduce itself to her warm center. I run her hand over the clothes spot a couple of times as if asking her to let me in. My thick skinned digits slide their way past the barely there material cupping her cunt. I can feel her lips burning an imprint to my hand. She feels warm. The smoothness of her body always takes me by surprise, even though I've felt her body just like this a million times before. 

“I’ve been waiting for you to tell me to touch you since we’ve started.” 

“You should’ve asked…” my hands dip into the warm honey pool between her legs toying with her arousal causing her to pause. “... so i could give you my permission.” she smiles up at me. It’s shocking. She actually likes the control that she has. She brings my head back to her mouth and our lip match begins again. In making sure to take my time I circle her clit slowly. Agonizingly Slow. My fingers dance around her heated velvet opening just barely connecting with her special nub, but she moans as if i’m fucking her and I feel triumphant. It’s almost impossible to get her to make noise. She’s a quiet lover. My quiet lover. 

                                                        •••

She turns to look at me as if I have two heads. 

“Why would you ask me that?” She turns her face in embarrassment. “I…. I do like everything we do… in bed” She mumbles her last syllables quietly as if anyone else but me is listening. 

“So then my question stands, why don’t you ever make any noise?” my hands run along her thighs that are straddling mine. She starts playing with my fingers so I know she’s uncomfortable. 

“Well,..... it’s that…” she huffs. “I don’t like to be too loud… what if i don’t sound… nice….or what if the neighbors hear me?” 

“Then they’ll know you’re getting fucked by good dick.” 

“Stop, i’m serious.” she smiles lightly smacking me. “What if they hear me and see me the next day it’ll be so…” she immediately stops as I thrust upwards towards her heated core. 

“It gives me motivation when i hear that i’m pleasing you….” While continuously grinding into her sensitive spot I bring my lips to her neck. “I need tangible evidence of what I do to you. I need to hear…” she inhaled slowly as I bit down. “... you moaning.” I take a seat back looking directly into her warm eyes. 

“I need to hear that i’m pleasing you, okay? Can you do that for me?” she quickly nods in response. “Use you words baby.” 

“Uh-uh Yes, yes i can do that for you.” 

“ Good, now make some noise for me.” 

                                                           •••

The flashed memory paired with the withering body audibly moaning underneath me was enough to set me off. I want to be inside her now. But I haven’t been given permission. 

“Speed up just a little bit babe, you’re doing great” her words slip through her pants and I oblige. It was all too much, electric shocks found their way to my southern head making it twitch with agony. I wanted to feel her around me. 

“Stop.” she moans. Confused, I simply look up at her while continuing my assault. 

“Baby… stop.” she asks again. I really wanted to continue, the pressure in the base of my stomach was not helping my case either, but this was my idea to begin with so again I followed directions. My hands leave her damp frame and await further instructions. Her eyes flutter open glazed with desire. A fire ignites within me starting at the abdomen and quickly spreading to the other parts of my anatomy. 

“Undress for me please.” she licks her lips slowly staring directly into my eyes. Her eyes. One of my favorite things about her. She doesn’t understand why I love them so much. She calls them her boring browns but they’re so much more to me. Those boring browns are so intense the first time she looked at me I couldn’t look away. They pulled me and never let me go. I remove my shorts under her magnetic gaze. Her intense gaze sinks to the member between my legs. 

“Sit down.” her eyes unwavering from my dick as I take a seat on the divan sofa parallel to the bed. 

“Touch yourself for me.” The request makes me smile. I shift bringing my hips forward, widening my legs. I take my time taunting her by doing what she says but not quite. My hands run along my thighs feeling my skin under my rough palms and she laughs. 

“I know exactly what you’re doing baby…” she starts shifting on the bed removing her panties but leaving her dress in disarray across her body. “And that’s fine. The longer you play around is the longer you have to wait to touch me.” she gives a sinister closed lip smile before gently tracing her fingers around her clit. Her eye contact with me remains strong as she adds more pressure to satisfy her needs. She sits up slightly creating a sight to see. Her legs are spread wide enough to perfectly accommodate my bulky frame, almost as if set in place by muscle memory. Her left hand is fondling her sweet bits while her right arm is outstretched behind her slightly bent attempting to hold her body up. Her face. I want that face ingrained so deeply into my mind that it will be the last thing I remember before I die. With her head lifted to the ceiling her sweet melodies flow bouncing off the walls of the room.

“Come on, I need you baby.” She brings her head down to look back at me. My jaw clenches watching her dip two fingers into her warm opening. “My fingers don’t feel like yours.” Her left hand is toying with her right nipple while her right is finding a steady rhythm. 

“No matter what I do my hands will never feel as good as you do.” She lets out a breathless moan and I can feel my self control dwindling. “No one can make me feel as good as you do… Not even myself.” 

“Mmm... Steve please” the sound of my name leaving her lips stilled me. “Please play with your dick... Please baby.” That is enough to send me into overdrive. I’ve never heard her speak like this. It’s rare to get a serious moan from her when fucking so to have her say this to me, to have her talk dirty like this... it’s different. I think i enjoy it. I reach my base and wince from the contact. I lift my extended piece to my stomach then back down to my thighs a couple times as if to wave hello.

“Fuck.” I whisper under my breath, moreso to myself. “Fuck, baby, this is what you like?” my fingers enclose my head in a tight grip to mimic the suction of my girlfriend. She nods her head frantically, still assaulting her pussy. 

“yeah? You gonna let me fuck you?” I grunt through passionate strokes. “You gonna let me make you feel good?” I look up at my love and she looks as if she is in a trance. My eyes follow hers to my dick and a shutter moves through me. I watch my hands as if they are not my own. My fingers cup around the head and create small semi circles, “uuhh-huh  f-fuck.” 

“Don’t cum.” she glares at me with dark eyes sitting up and crawling towards me. “I want you to cum inside.” Before I could move to her, she’s on top of me. Straddling me running her fingers through my hair. “You’ve been such a nice boy for me.” The praise makes my dick jump and she feels it. 

“Oh.”she breathes out. “Do you like it when I compliment you baby? I thought you said you didn’t need that?” I did say that. When we first started dating she was very vocal about all the things she loved about me making sure I knew. I would do the same for her because I know she needs that but words of affirmation became a little too much for me. Or so I thought. 

“I…” The words become lost on my tongue as a cross between a moan and a grunt leaves my lips as I feel her rub her pussy across my dick.

“How does it feel?” Her voice is husky, it holds a certainty i’ve never witnessed before tonight. A sharp pain shoots from my pec to the base of my cock. She twisted the jeweled nipple. “I asked you a question, be a good boy and answer me.”

“I-I-It feels-s s-so good.” My hands are on her hips now, following her rhythm. “So fucking good.” I didn’t have time to be embarrassed by my stutter because she aligns me with her sweet opening. She stills for a beat before slowly slipping me into her paradise. Groans from the pits of our stomach arise and she begins to move. It's slow at first, her small whimpers slipping through my labored breath, but something changes. She picks up the speed as she rotates her hips in a way that is sinful. I can sense that she’s getting tired but she holds out for me and my heart swells. 

“You’re doing so good, angel.”  My praise causes her to look me in the eyes. She’s getting to the end of her rope and whenever she ready to hand it back over to me, I’ll happily oblige. I roll my hips up to meet her and a soft sob leaves her lips. 

“Okay,” she sighs out “I’ve had my fun, use me please.” 

I plant my feet firmly beneath us and begin to raise my hips in sharp deliberate strokes. A string of curse words leaves her lips in a hushed whisper. My sweet girl doesn’t want me to hear. My sweet girl. 

“You feel so fucking good.” It’s crazy. No matter how many times I fuck her, it always feels brand new with her. Her body jerks over mine and I know she’s close. I’m right behind her. I lean back and allow my digits to caress her clit. She lets out a moan I’ve never heard as her body spasms around me, her walls grip my dick as if to say please don’t leave. And I don’t. I push myself deeper into her pussy and she lets out another pornographic moan which prompts me to cum. She trembles, gripping my arms and bringing our bodys close. We still, the only movement being the rapid rise and fall of our chests. 

“Oh my god.” She whispers. I pull at her hair lifting her head from my shoulder and scan her face. Her makeup is chaotically misplaced, hair is glued to her forehead, a dazed look is in her eyes. She looks beautiful. I suppose I said those words out loud because a loopy grin adorns her face. That one dimple in her right cheek that I love so much makes an appearance before a thank you slips past her lips to reach my ears. 

“You’re welcome baby.” I kiss her forehead before pulling her close to me again.

[ravenouswild]

Mark sat in front of his computer, playing a new released game. The blinking red light on his camera told him he was still live and being recorded. His long time fans could see he had gotten a haircut since the last video has they commented nonstop, saying hi and how much they adored him. Mark would look over and read them every now and then and smile, bringing a blush to his cheeks.

"Thanks guys. I do enjoy reading your comments, even if they are random things. So keep 'em comin'."

Looking back at the screen from the camera, he expected to see the graphics of the game in his characters point of view, but instead a video call popped up with a name and a face he new all too well. He face lit up a little, momentarily forgetting about his objective for this video.

"Oh, hey. It's Emilysteaparty." Realization hit him like a brick wall, as he looked at the camera once more and gasped. "You guys haven't met Emily yet. You're gonna love her." He clicked the green call button and a girls face pulled up. She had shoulder length brown hair, that was almost covered with a beanie and green eyes. She smiled, as did Mark.

"Hey, Mark. What's up?" On his screen, Emily's face was projected on most of the screen and his face was in a small box in the top right corner.

The comments on the video were booming as people were asking question after question about the girl on the screeen.

"Hey, Em. Uh, nothing much. Just doing a live video for that new clue game that came out yesterday." Her eyes widened a bit.

"You-you're live now?" He could see the uneasiness with over her face. Emily wasn't the one to be in the spotlight or in front of the camera. She was usually the one who helped Mark and side friends film their videos by manning the camera and editing.

"Yes, but don't freak out." Mark begged. He knew of Emily's stage fright and was in the process of helping her face it. "The video just started so not that many people are watching." Emily debated his words. She wasn't the biggest fan of being the center of attention, but she didn't want that to be the reason her and her best friend couldn't talk. So she nodded.

"Okay, fine." Mark grinned.

"Awesome! Okay," he looked back at the camera. "Guys this is Emily. Say Hi." As the girl waved, the comments boomed again which even more questions. Reading what he could, Mark couldn't help but smile. "So some of you might know her from past video's. She doesn't have big rolls."

"Yeah," Emily agreed. "I'm usually in the background or manning the cameras." Mark raised his brow at the camera, before leaning towards it and cupping the side of his mouth, as if you keep her from hearing him.

"She has a masters degree in photography." On the screen, Emily rolled her eyes. She had seemed to forget her nervousness, as this seemed like an everyday conversation with Mark.

When he looked back at the screen, everyother comment was asking the reason for this call and that peaked Mark's curiosity as well.

"Why did you call me again?" As if it was any other day, the two got lost in conversation. It wasn't more than 15 minutes, but Mark had forgotten about his game and Emily forgot that she was live for thousands of people. They were just two friends having a conversation.

Mark wasn't oblivious to the things chat was saying, not that they were anything bad, but there were a few comments that made him smile.

"Sorry if I interrupted your stream." Mark shook his head.

"Nah, it's fine. Besides, you're a natural on camera." She blushed.

"I'll see you later Mark." Emily waved.

"Bah-Byyyeee!" When the call ended, Mark didn't notice the ear-to-ear smile planted on his face until he read @Semipliers comment.

You like her don't you?

His smile only widened.

[spycethra]

I'm always a slut for your spider!Jack seducing Rhys

Pahahaha! XD Me too, Anon. (Sorry for the uber late reply, I just really wanted to get the right inspo for this drabble.) Anywho… here’s the writing.

This is based off @jennpy ’s Spider Jack. (Hope you find it kinda fun, Jen. XD So many hands… Such a bad temper.)

Enjoy!

NSFW - NSFW - NSFW

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Standing on the artificial platform, Rhys was in midst of making a very important call regarding the agitated arachnid’s choice of palate. It had become a rather serious ordeal considering the growing number of abdominal aches the spider had unfortunately endured. Well, the situation atleast seemed of high priority to the cybernetic man, but Jack had a different perception on the matter.

“Yes, that’d be fantastic, doctor… Uh huh… Yes…” Rhys grimaced a moment while turning to the upside down lab experiment dangling just beside him on a single strand.

Covering the bottom of his Echo, he shot the spider a pleading look.

“Jack, please stop hissing at me? This phone call’s crucial,” he assured the thoroughly miffed hybrid.

Jack made no verbal reply, instead crossing both pairs of arms before swinging himself to turn his back to him. Rhys took it as an opportunity to try and finish his conversation as quickly as possible - swiftly turning back around in resuming.

“Ah, yes! I’m still. …Oh thank you so much, doctor. You’re really amazing for this. I don’t know how I’d-Nngh! Jack?”

Much to the socializer’s surprise, the banana spider hadn’t just given up. Instead, he had just been waiting for Rhys to drop his guard, seizing the helpless man in every arm before pinning him against the metal railing of the platform. Naturally, Rhys felt a slew of panic course his veins at the thought of Jack becoming angry enough to hurl him over, but the sudden invasion of one of Jack’s massive claws within the front of his pants quickly changed that hypothesis.

Rhys gripped the railing with his organic hand while trying his best not to crush his only Echo within his robotic one.

The spider made no effort to reply, only responding through further fondling as two more claws found a way beneath his shirt. Biting his lips, he could hear the medical practitioner asking if he was all right. Rhys dropped his head from the Echo a moment to regain his composure.

“J-Jack, seriously… This is-” Rhys was cut off by the last claw pinching painfully at his behind, “Ow!! Grr-O-Oh! I’m fine! R-really…”

He tensed as he could feel Jack’s fangs nipping warningly at the back of his neck with a snort.

“Jack’s really just… so enthusiastic! …So if you could… explain a little more about what we were… t-talking about before?” Rhys immediately bit his lip to contain a moan, shaking his head side to side in an effort to shake off the arachnid’s forceful ministrations.

The claws were getting feistier as they proceeded to scratch lightly at the fair skin underneath. Jack was nearing the brink of his patience, but it seemed the chance to play with Rhys’ fully formed arousal began to sate him… even if for just the moment.

“I.. I understand, doctor… Ah… Mmhmm…” The auburn haired man couldn’t even keep his eyes open anymore.

Instead he kept them strewn shut in hopes of blocking out the fact that he was currently receiving a potentially deadly handjob. But what really had him worried was what Jack had in store for that fourth claw.

“Hurry up and get off that damn PHONE, pumpkin,” hissed the spider after having thoroughly lapped at his fingers for some reason.

Then it became abundantly clear as the lubricating saliva dripped onto his exposed lower back as the coated claw descended down.

“H-Hang on a second, Jaa-AAACK!”

The Echo slipped from his hand much to his despair but even that was short lived as the specimen shoved his caretaker further into the railing.

“There we gooo, cupcake! Now was that so hard?” teased Jack though with still a hint of anger in his voice as he thrust two of his digits as deeply as he could inside his quivering prey, “Isn’t this a much better alternative?”

“J-Jaaack,” Rhys whined as he grabbed both hands on the rail to keep Jack from crushing his rib cage against it, “W-We need that doctor for-”

“No. We don’t. This is MY time, Rhys. Not HIS. MINE. Capiche? MY TIME,” he hissed yet again as he continued thrusting his fingers mercilessly into the trembling man before him.

Jack withdrew a dark claw from within Rhys’ shirt to take a hold of the underside of his thigh, pulling him up for a much better angle that had Rhys crying out. The arachnid might have considered purring at the sight of his socializer falling to pieces in pleasure if he wasn’t still oh-so-very pissed off about having been ignored for over two minutes.

“I-I g-get it, J-Jack! Ah! Sl-Slow d-down!”

A loud rip and Rhys had his five seconds to catch his breath before being hauled upwards for the grand finale. Jack took no time in allowing his partner time to relax before plunging into him. Rhys felt a jolt through his spine that seemed to almost paralyze him as the spider ravished him, voraciously taking what was obviously his.

“Jaaaaack!” Rhys cried out as he felt himself already at his peak.

Jack sensed it as well but reacted by cruelly seizing the other’s bobbing arousal within his fist, preventing itself desperate climax.

“A-Ah! N-No! D-Don’t you dare! Jack!!” Rhys squirmed in protest but the spider’s claws kept him still as he remained trapped in painful euphoric limbo.

His chest heaved up and down as he strained to relieve himself beyond the terrible pressure of Jack’s claw. He was already matted in sweat which almost allowed him the chance to slip by but Jack was clever enough never to lose his grip. Rhys kicked around and struggled even more as tears threatened to escape his eyes only to tense as he finally heard the specimen chuckle with amusement behind him.

“Learn your lesson yet, Rhys?”

The younger man swiftly nodded his head while drowning in sheer desperation. He felt Jack’s claw release and he came harder than he ever had in any of their prior sessions as his seed flew straight up in a perfect arc before dropping to the foliage below. Knowing his luck, he probably accidentally climaxed all over his broken Echo… He shuddered away the disheartening thoughts as he rode out the rest of his orgasm with a groan.

“N-No more ph-phone calls…” Rhys panted defeatedly as he felt the massive spider’s thrust proceed to slow to a more natural and leisurely pace.

“Mmm, I just knew we’d come to an understanding, cupcake,” Jack answered with his usual air of insufferable pretentiousness as he nuzzled into Rhys’ exposed neck.

“…Of course you did,” sighed the trembling socializer as he chose to count his blessings as the spider finished inside him.

At least Jack didn’t consider murder an option… this time anyway.

—End–

Not so much seduction as an outright upset molestation but uhhhh. It works, right? XD Bah. He liked it. Rhys always likes it. My only lament is not being able to use italics in answering Asks. Oh well. Hope you enjoyed it, Anon. You too, Jen!