#something sweet

[amatesura]

Finnish Candy Wrappers, 1895-1940

[savorypink]

test drive

you and alex shop for new wheels.

smut.

You grasp the small electric fan and hold it closer to your neck, reveling in the cool breeze brushing against your skin-kissed skin. The sun's warm rays relentlessly beat down on your skin, the warmth and humidity making your breathing feel more voluntary than usual. It's a beautiful day if you're gazing from a window, but if you're outside, you'd think you're boiling in the crevice of Satan's asscrack—perfect weather for buying a car. 

Alex is talking to the dealership guy about dealership things. Or something. You've tuned out. The sun's rays might've entered your brain and short-circuited the wires that make up the cavities that help you focus. Summertime looks good on your man, though. Adorn in a tank top and jeans; he continues talking to the consultant as if the sun isn't permanently burning hair gel into his handsome head. As sweat beads around his forehead, the gelled strands of his hair begin to loosen. They gradually fall in his face as the conversation continues. You're too tired to swoon but thankful for the view.

The consultant goes inside, and Alex finally joins you in all his sweaty, puppy dog-esque glory.

"Any good news?" You ask.

Alex grins, rubbing his hands together excitedly. "He's letting us test drive it."

"Oh. Fun." The sun might've fried your excitement receptors as well.

"You could show a little more enthusiasm than that." Your boyfriend tuts as he crosses his arms.

"Woo. Tesla." You hold your arms up lazily in mock excitement, cheering flatly. It's too hot to get excited.

"Thank you." Alex chuckles; his large hands pull you in by your waist to press a quick peck to your lips. You happily lap away the sweat that stains your lips, savoring the saltiness stinging your parched tongue. Once the consultant returns, his grip on your waist slips as he turns his attention back to the car. You pout, but your curiosity piques when the consultant hands him a card. The consultant demonstrates how the card opens the door, gesturing for Alex to tap the card on the side of the driver's window.

When the car unlocks, your boyfriend looks up at you in childlike bewilderment, and a smile spreads across your face. His genuine wonder and delight make the weather seem bearable. He walks around to open the passenger door, eagerly holding it open for your arrival.

"Is there AC in this thing?" You ask the consultant as you slip into the passenger seat. The consultant tells you how to operate the AC, but once more, you tune out. You marvel at the sleek, all-white interior, the buttery-smooth leather cooling your slightly damp skin. As Alex shuts the door, you sink deeper into the plush seat, letting your muscles loosen and your bones relax, enveloping in what could be your new, luxurious cocoon on wheels. 

With a soft thud, the driver's door closes as Alex slides into his seat. He searches for the ignition impatiently, like a puppy eagerly searching for a bone. His hunt ends once the consultant explains how to start the car using the touchscreen. His face turns an adorable shade of red at the revelation as he taps the screen to put the car in drive mode, slowly peeling out of the dealership.

Looking out the car's expansive windows feels like watching a movie. The trees you pass by sway with crisp animation as a breeze blows the leaves gently. The sky remains a perfect, clear blue from the sunroof's glass as the sun continues shining its gorgeous, aggravatingly bright rays. The wheels are as smooth as the interior you sit on as they practically glide along the road. You hum a soft tune to yourself while you peer at Alex, the driver's seat perfectly contoured to his back.

"You have the most adorable driving face." You muse. 

You prop two elbows on the glovebox as you watch him like an enamored schoolgirl. He turns to you when he stops at a red light, delivering a lingering kiss to your lips. In another life, you're giggling and twirling your hair. Alex pulls away once the light turns green, and you grow needy instantly, a spark igniting in your chest and core.

"More." You demand.

"I'm driving right now, love." He places a warm hand on your thigh, kneading the soft flesh reassuringly. "We'll play later. Promise."

The touch only adds to your neediness as the wet spot in your panties grows larger and warmer. You pout and cross your arms as you move back to your seat, huffing out of your nose in faux anger. It gets his attention like you hoped; you feel him looking through the corner of his eye.

"Stop that."

You don't acknowledge his eyes on you and keep your gaze fixed on the window. "Stop what?"

"Bein' a brat."

The remark only makes you grin, but you tuck your head further away from Alex as you smile. When you're done fawning over your new nickname, your eyes sparkle once they meet the touchscreen console. You might've tuned out at the dealership but remembered overhearing an essential detail about the car.

"Doesn't this thing have autopilot?" You ask, pretending to be oblivious as you absentmindedly touch the screen. Alex quickly draws your hand away from the console, swiftly placing it in your lap. There's no use in trying to hide your smile. You fiddle with the hem of your dress, your next tactic blooming in your head.

You blow an exasperated raspberry. "That's fine. I don't need you anyway."

You lift your dress to slide off the thin material of your panties, admiring the wet spot in the center as if it's a work of art. You hover the underwear above his lap like the arm of a claw machine, dropping them into his lap dully. Alex's eyes shift to his lap momentarily, then return to the road, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. A delicate, manicured finger draws lazy circles around your clit as you watch the strong muscles of his arms flex with his newly found grip. With your free hand, you trace a finger along his jawline.

"You don't need two hands to drive, Al." You chuckle, finally dipping a finger inside your aching heat. You hiss as you plunge your finger in deeper, curling your fingers to ensure your g-spot is unneglected, hitting the spongy area over and over, your core moistening as you pump. Alex's eyes remain on the road, but you notice an inviting dent straining against the denim of his jeans. You add another finger at the sight, bucking your hips down on your fingers.

Your free hand kneads his thigh, mimicking his movements from earlier, but unlike your boyfriend, you let your hands wander. You rub his bulge like a sore ligament, even allowing the acrylic tips of your fingernails to graze the fabric. His hips jerk into your touch, but his face shows no sign of distress. He's good. 

"Looks like you need me."

You undo his belt, your core tightening around your fingers as the metal of the buckle clanks. The length of your nails causes you to fumble with the zipper, but much to your surprise, Alex helps you unzip it. As the car slows at the next light, you let his cock spring free, pumping it languidly in your silky hands.

"We can't do this while I drive," he chuckles nervously, dropping the steering wheel. "We'll crash."

You withdraw your fingers from your core before kneeling on the seat, pulling your hair back as your head dangles above his lap.

"So turn on autopilot, dummy!"

You wrap your warm mouth around his cock as his shaky fingers fumble with the touch screen. You sink him further down your throat until your head hits the shaft, holding him there until tears prickle the corner of your lashes. You pick your head up and begin bobbing rhythmically, holding the shaft to keep him stable. You suck and twist your tongue around his stiff cock with no mercy intended, humming around him as the taste of pre-cum delightfully stains your eager tongue. Alex's hand brushes away the hair that falls in your face as your wet, warm mouth continues. He shamelessly thrusts into your mouth, and you moan, the warm feeling of your wetness trickling down your thighs.

"You're gonna ruin the seats, baby." His large hand reaches over to squeeze your ass, spanking the flesh harshly. "Slobberin' all over my cock like this...dirty girl."

Your wetness increases with his words as your cunt continues clasping around itself, eventually snaking your free hand to your clit in search of relief, bucking your hips into your quick-moving fingers. Your hair is gathered into a ponytail in Alex's strong fist as he pulls you off his cock abruptly, most likely at the sight of you touching yourself. You lick the saliva off your lips while you admire your handiwork, his cock glistening from head to shaft with your warm drool.

"Get in my lap."

The moment he releases your hair is the moment you rejoice. You climb into his lap eagerly, straddling him with your hips above his aching cock, the warmth of him radiating from mere inches away. Your hands grip both his shoulders, and Alex's hands grip your hips likewise, slowly guiding you onto his cock. There's a delicious burn that sizzles as your cunt swallows him whole, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders. You moan in his ear before nuzzling your head in his neck, and you nip at the flesh, subduing your cries for him.

"I got you." Alex coos in your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple as he guides your hips up and down his cock, gradually increasing the pace as the number of miles heading towards the dealership decreases. You peer out the window with blurry lenses but recognize the scenery, the end of your test drive in sight. Your boyfriend assists by rolling and bucking his hips into your needy core, attempting to meet the movements of his hands halfway, his tip pounding away at the spongy area of your g-spot.

"What...do you think of the car?" You joke, panting. "Nice ride, huh?"

He grins, "Oh, yeah. Nice and smooth. A beauty inside and out. She's a keeper."

His cock blissfully strokes your walls once more as the knot in your stomach finally loosens. You clench around him tightly as you hit your peak, continuing to ride out your high to aid Alex in finding his own, grinding and bouncing on him. His hands hold you in place as he spills inside of you, coating your pulsating walls with his warm release. You don't have time to lay there and pant, so you slip out of him with trembling legs, slipping back into your panties and the passenger seat, fixing your hair in the reflection of the rearview mirror.

Alex quickly tucks himself back into his jeans as the car pulls into the dealership, swiftly buckling his belt before the consultant approaches the mirror. He exits the car like nothing happened, giving the consultant a polite smile before opening your door, like the gentleman he is.

You take his awaiting hand as you step out of the vehicle, mimicking the kind smile Alex gave the dealership guy. Your cool, air-conditioned skin warms against the sun's rays once more as a much hotter, more familiar warmth trickles down your legs slowly and stains the scorching asphalt under your sandals.

"Whaddya think?" The consultant questions.

You nudge Alex’s side to get him to answer, assuming his mind is rampant with images of you in the car. Your face flushes at the thought.

"We'll take it."

[arcxus-of-altihex]

Drew Kaonn and Tethrius ( @hypotheticalandroid )for valentines <3 (but very late bc I had exams ;-;)

[frostbitebakery]

“We should get up.”

“Do you want to get up?” was the sleepy reply.

Obi-Wan shifted, rolling a shoulder to prevent the incoming crick. He rubbed his nose over Cody’s neck. “I’d rather you drool some more on my arm.”

Cody stilled in a way that spelled trouble in Obi-Wan’s immediate future. Cody’s head turned as far as it would go in their position, visible eye squinting. “Excuse me?”

Obi-Wan hid his smile in Cody’s shoulder, trying to innocently blink up at him and failing miserably.

He laughed through the pins and needles in his arm when Cody sat up, through Cody putting his entire battle-hardened weight on him, through the raspberries blown into his neck.

[theplottdump]

💗🐸🍬Happy Valentine's Day! 🍬🐠💗

[wambsgansshoelaces]

Chapter 5; Something Sweet

Kendall Roy x Reader

a/n: tell a friend to tell a friend… she’s baaaaack

as always, your replies and reblog comments bring me immense joy, so speak your mind <3 enjoy x

Word Count: 3.404k

The week of Christmas is the busiest of your year. You have tons of odd jobs catering around the city, and of course, the Roy residence Christmas day.

Kendall comes by when he can. His days at Waystar are getting busier and busier despite the upcoming holidays. He’s sat on your couch, practically asleep. You peer at him from over your kitchen counter.

“Are you alright?”

“Fucking exhausted.”

Over the last few weeks, you’d gotten to watch as he got more comfortable with you. After your first time staying the night at his place, it turned into a regular thing. If you went over, you’d stay, and if he came, he’d stay- like tonight.

“You’re literally the CEO. Give yourself the week off.” You eye the pot of noodles boiling. You were a baker, sure, but that didn’t mean you were too good cooking.

“I can’t just do that,” he says exasperatedly.

You hesitantly drain the water from the pot. “It’s in the job description, Ken. Do whatever the fuck you want.”

“If I do, that means my workload goes to my brother, and he’s going to fuck it all up. It needs to happen right, Y/N.”

You sigh. “You’re the finance bro.”

“I’m not a- whatever that is. Stop calling me that.” He rolls onto his stomach, pulling one of the sofa cushions over his head. “Can you turn off the lights, please?”

You do. “What’s wrong?”

“Headache,” is all he offers, muffled by the cushion.

“Take at least half a week off.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“Christmas is already too much. And I have to spend it with my father.” He makes a strangled noise.

“Come back with me after I’m done in the afternoon,” you suggest, plating the pasta. “We can spend a quiet night in where you can drool all over my couch all you like.”

He snorts.

“Do you want me to wait for you so we can eat together?”

“What? No, Y/N, eat. Leave me a plate, I’ll be fine.”

“Hmm, okay. I’ll wait.” You lift his legs from the couch and sit, setting them back on top of your lap. The food would get cold, but you didn’t mind. You give the back of his calf a pat.

“This is weird,” Kendall mutters, shifting so that his head is now in your lap rather than his legs. “Better,” he mutters into your thigh.

“I’m being serious about spending Christmas together,” you tell him.

“I can come over after six. I still want to see the kids.” You push your fingers through his hair. He’d almost buzzed it, but thankfully, you’d convinced him otherwise. “What do you want? As gifts, I mean.”

You take a moment to think, playing with his hair. “Nothing comes to mind, really. I’m content.”

“Mm, don’t bullshit me. Everyone wants at least something.”

“Ken, we’re by ourselves. Turn off the CEO.”

“Hard to.” He sighs contentedly, your fingers running down his neck and onto the expanse of his back. “Come on, don’t tell me there isn’t some ridiculously expensive thing I can get you.”

“I can’t ask that of you. Or anyone, really.” You aren’t lying- there’s nothing you’ve been dying for lately. You had your bakery, you had this thing with Kendall. That’s all you’re beginning to think you’ll ever need.

“Y/N, money isn’t a problem for me. Don’t worry about it.” He rolls over so that your fingers drag onto his chest and he’s able to look up at you. “Tell me what you want.”

“I’m being serious, I can’t think of anything,” you insist as he takes the hand sitting on his chest, twining your fingers together and pressing them to his heart. “Just be there. That can be my present.”

“That’s the lamest Christmas gift I’ve ever heard anybody ask for,” he retorts. “What’re you into? Jewelry? Designer? Vintage stuff?”

“Kendall, I’m not budging.”

He presses lazy kisses along your fingers. “Come on. I want to.”

“Well, I can’t help you. There’s nothing I want but for you to knock on my door and then spend the night with me.”

“I can’t just show up empty handed,” he says. “What a horrible guest I’d be, after you’ve been so hospitable.”

“Does it count as hospitality if you’re the one who’s been steals pastry rejects from downstairs?”

He laughs, the sound coming straight from his stomach. It’s the first time he’s been so loose around you. It’s hearty, joyful. You want to hear it again and again. “Don’t sell yourself short.”

“You act like the raccoon that lives in my Dumpster. She’s much cuter than you, you know. Makes up for her being a leech.”

He laughs again. “My competition is a raccoon that eats garbage for a living? I thought men would be fist fighting for you. Or women. I don’t judge.” He plays gently with your fingers. “But I could easily beat a raccoon in hand to hand combat."

“No, the raccoon isn’t vying for my affection, like another certain someone,” you tease. “And even if people were fighting over me, I’d choose you.” You pause. "Why are we talking about fighting raccoons?"

Kendall’s eyes meet yours, and he’s silent for a moment. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You don’t hesitate.

“’Course I will.”

It’s quiet again, for what feels like a century. He pushes himself up off your lap, takes your chin, and kisses the breath from your lungs.

His hand slides from your chin and up your jaw to allow his fingers to tangle in your hair. He pulls you tighter against him, deepening the kiss, and parting his lips when you do.

He kisses you incessantly, barely letting you breathe. Your hand finds his wrist, the other attempting to find purchase in the soft fabric of his shirt. He presses his lips to yours, over and over, like he’s trying to fuse with you, make you a part of him.

When he pulls away, you suck in a breath of air. “Fuck, baby.” Without hesitating, he’s dotting kisses up your jaw, then down your neck. “I want you so bad,” he murmurs into your skin. “I’ve wanted you so bad. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. So fucking beautiful.”

Before you can say anything, his mouth is back on yours. This time, he’s slow, tender. He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You can feel the slight swell of your lips. You can see it mirrored in Kendall’s, his lips a light rosy color.

“I’ll get you a lipstick or something,” he whispers to you, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip. “This same shade.”

જ⁀➴

Christmas Eve. A weird day for you. You were never really close with your family, and you rarely spoke now. It hurt watching others run about with their loved ones. But what could you do?

You’re paranoid going through all of the ingredients set to be brought to you tomorrow. You pore through them, over and over, and check needlessly on some jellies and frostings chilling in the fridge. You’ll have help tomorrow with the baking, of course, but you just had an unshakable fear that someone was going to mess something up- you probably will be doing all of the busy work tomorrow. You can’t take the chance. Kendall’s paranoia is rubbing off on you.

As soon as you think the thought, he’s shouldering open the back door. You must’ve forgotten to lock it. “Hey. You’re still up?”

“You came all the way over here to ask me that?”

He rolls his eyes and catches you by the waist when you try to walk by. You give him a kiss hello and he presses a sweet kiss to your brow. “Yeah, yeah. I drove a whole ten minutes to ask if you’re awake,” he says sarcastically. He presses another kiss to the side of your forehead. “I knew you were still awake. So I came to keep you company.”

You close your eyes, resting your face against his chest. “You okay?” His hand smooths up your spine, gently scratching when he reaches the nape of your neck. “You need to go to sleep.”

“No,” you manage, his touch making you feel ethereal. “No, I have to make sure everything’s ready.”

“You can do that in the morning. You’re going to fall asleep standing up, Y/N.”

“Stay?”

“Brought my bag.”

All the times he’d stayed over before, he’d insisted he took the couch. He was adamant about being ‘gentlemanly’, as he put it, and you’d let him. You were going to take this as slow as he needed it to be.

Tonight, however, you were over it.

When he went to toss his bag onto the couch, you frowned. “You’re sleeping in the bed. With me.” Without hesitating, he reroutes and sinks into your mattress, spreading his limbs out like a starfish. “You want to get kicked out?” you ask, pushing him aside so you can settle into bed.

His arms wind around you, pulling you close. “Your couch is comfy. I wouldn’t mind.” You huff, curling into him regardless. “You sure you won’t stay for dinner? We’re together now. It’s not weird.”

”For me it is. I’d be meeting your ex-wife and both your kids. That’s a little quick, don’t you think?”

“Whatever you say. I’ll bring you leftovers.”

“How sweet,” you say drolly. He kisses your cheek in response.

You’re up bright and early the next morning. Your anxiety is through the roof- you’ve never catered an event of this magnitude. You’d done much larger groups, but Logan Roy? You felt like puking.

You get over yourself as you get ready. Kendall’s tangled up in your sheets, asleep. You don’t want to wake him up yet- his head is buried under his pillow and his chest raises and falls softly. You dig through your closet for clothes suitable for the day. You find a relatively new baking uniform that you pray is lightweight. You’ll be in front of an oven or stove top for the next five hours; it’d be preferable you didn’t melt into a puddle.

Kendall shifts slightly in bed before calling out to you. “Y/N?”

“In the closet,” you reply. He doesn’t answer, but you hear the rustling of sheets. You hurry back out into the bedroom, throwing a half apron over your shoulder. You make sure your phone is charged and that you have everything you need in a bag- the jellies and frostings will be taken over by someone else later.

“Good morning,” Kendall rasps, catching your hand. He’s emerged from under the pillow, his hair disheveled. He presses a quick kiss to your knuckles. “You’ll be great.”

You smile and give him a kiss on the lips. “Get up. You’re driving.”

He wipes a hand over his face. “That was the best sleep of my life,” he mutters before rolling out of bed. He finds his bag, left on the floor from the night before, and pulls out a hoodie to wear in the early morning chill. “Do you really need to go so early?”

“Everything needs to be perfect. Better early than late.”

“You know if something goes wrong, he’s not going to shoot you,” Kendall says, voice muffled by the fabric being tugged over his head. “I’ll eat anything and everything you make and enjoy it. Besides, my dad isn’t a picky man. With his food, anyway.”

“What about the last pastry chef? That incident you mentioned when we first met.”

“He’d chucked a pineapple at my brother. He deserved it, yeah, but it’s about decorum,” he says faux-seriously. He hooks an arm around your neck, blinking the sleep from his eyes as he walks with you to the door.

You try to regulate your breathing on the drive over. You’re successful- nothing will go wrong. Nothing can go wrong. You’re sure of it. After you convince yourself of it, anyway. Kendall holds your hand over the center console, gently stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.

“You stress too much,” he says softly.

“Wasn’t I just saying that to you, the other day?”

“Tch, shut up. We’re talking about you, not me.” He pulls in near the townhouse. “I get hungry just looking at your display case. Shiv inhales your stuff whenever I bring it to the office. You’ll kill it, Y/N, I promise.”

You kiss each other one last time, and then you’re on your own.

You’re granted access into the townhouse, and the kitchen, quite easily. You take a breath, steeling yourself, and tie your apron.

Marcia had obliged you when you said you’d need a little help. She hadn’t provided you with one or two people, like you’d been expecting, but a small battalion. You didn’t really know what you were going to do with half of these people. Maybe you’ll just let some of them go home.

Nobody’s really doing anything, but that’s good. You think you’ll blow a gasket if even a sprinkle goes out of line today. You quietly inventory what you have- people, pots, pans, ingredients, tools. This shouldn’t prove to be that difficult.

You gather the obscene amount of people and quickly explain what you intend on doing today, Things that need to chill get made first. Delay the better-served-hot desserts as much as physically possible. Keep the whipped cream and frosting in the fridge- better yet, nobody touch either of those. I’ll decorate everything myself. You can all go home once everything is in the oven.

The beginning is all just busywork. Make the batter, put the batter in a buttered pan, stick it in the oven, repeat. Half work on fillings and creams, the other half on batters and doughs. Although you tend to dislike having people in your employment, this reminds you of your days in pastry school. You ran things with an iron fist back then- you still do. That’s why every team you begrudgingly head runs like a well oiled machine.

Things are going in and out of the ovens. Whisks click against metal bowls, feet patter about the kitchen. From what you can tell, you’re well on schedule. Toppings are beginning to be made, and it’s getting closer to time to start on the warm sweets.

You take a moment to stand and observe, making sure everybody is on track. You do, however, catch someone peeping into the kitchen. You catch his eye, and step out before he can step in.

“Can I help you?” you ask cooly.

He puts his hands up in surrender. “I’m just watching.” His dark hair is slicked back, a slight stubble lining his face. The bags under his eyes are deep- they remind you of Kendall.

“As long as that’s all you’re doing.” You turn your attention away from him as the last of the pans get out the oven. “Okay, everyone, you’re free to go. Enjoy your holidays, feel free to take home extras,” you say blandly, itching to get to work.

You glance at the clock- two hours before you’re to be done. You don’t really have that much heavy lifting to do. Decorate the larger cakes, frost the batches of cupcakes, and garnish everything that needs to be garnished. You think you can finish with time to spare.

As you’re swirling buttercream onto a red velvet cake, the man from before appears at your elbow. You throw him a warning look before getting back to the cupcakes. Once frosted, you sprinkle crushed bits of red velvet cake onto the buttercream.

“If you’re going to hover, stick those in the fridge, would you?”

Taken by surprise, he snaps out of his stupor and carefully carries the tray and obliges.

“Sorry. I’m just curious.”

“About?” You don’t look away from what you’re doing.

“Uh, lots of things. For one, the fact that you’re doing this all by yourself.”

“I like it better that way.”

“You’re Kendall’s girl, right?”

“What do you mean? He got me this job, yeah.”

“That’s not- okay, whatever.” He flocks back to your side, staring as you quickly frost perfect flowers onto a chocolate cake. “That’s… crazy.”

“Poetic.”

“I’m trying to be nice,” he mutters. “Sorry. I’m Roman. Kendall’s brother. I got sick of sitting in the living room with the old geezer, so I ended up here.”

You outright laugh at the reference to his father. “It’s nice to meet you, really, but I’m kind of on a time crunch.”

He says nothing. You glance back at him, feeling kind of bad. “There’s a bunch of cupcakes I’m not going to put out on a tray on top of the fridge. If you want one,” you amend.

“I see why he likes you. You’re kind of the same person.”

You snort. “I feel like we’re hardly alike.” You sigh and glance around, inspecting your work. Roman helps himself to the treats you’d pointed out.

“When you’re both working, you’re kind of assholes. When you’re not…”

“You don’t know me to be able say that.”

“I know how to read people,” is all he says back. You roll your eyes, wiping your hands on the towelette you’d stuck into your waistband. “These are rejects? Jesus, you’re fucking good.” He wipes away a vanilla crumb from his lip.

“Tell me how the real stuff is.” You sigh exasperatedly. “Well, I’m done here. Nice meeting you…?” You cringe, having already forgotten his name.

“Roman.”

“Roman. Sorry.”

He holds up another cupcake in mock salute. “Drive safe.”

જ⁀➴

You take the fattest nap of your life back at home, waking up just in time to get ready for Kendall. Not exactly get ready, but just move from your bed to the couch. You can’t be bothered to put any work into your appearance at the moment.

Kendall had promised to come by at six, and it was currently six thirty. You think nothing of it.

Until it’s seven and a weak knock sounds at your door. Kendall stands on the other side, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand and something hidden behind his back. His eyes are slightly red, the bags under his eyes matching Roman’s.

“I’m really sorry I’m late,” he tells you, voice cracking. “Ran into some… issues.”

“You’re here now.” You smooth your thumb over one of the dark patches under his eyes. “What happened?” You step aside, letting him in. He carefully sets the flowers on your kitchen counter, keeping whatever it is he’s holding behind his back.

“Dad was… fucking insane. I’m used to his berating bullshit, but today was… so much worse.” He turns to face you. “Never mind that. I have something for you.”

“Kendall, I told you you didn’t need to bring anything.”

“I did anyway. It’s nothing huge. It’s kind of stupid, actually,” he admits, face flushing. “Close your eyes?”

You do. After a moment, you feel a cool touch of metal to your neck. He fumbles with something, his hand brushing the back of your neck. Keeping your eyes closed, you bring your fingers to your neck and feel a chain.

“Cheater,” he mutters affectionately. “You can open, anyway.” You lift up the chain and inspect the charms.

Both your initials, dangling next to each other.

“Kendall!”

“I know, it’s kind of cheesy, and honestly probably too fast-”

“No, I love it! It’s so beautiful,” you say truthfully. Your heart swells.

“I, uh, got one to match.” He pulls a thinner chain with much smaller charms from under his shirt. You throw you arms around him, and he immediately hoists you up and gives you a small spin.

“My gift makes me look like a cheap asshole now,” you tell him after giving him a long kiss.

“You got me something?”

“Of course I did.” You quickly grab the small gift bag from its hiding place and come back to him. “It’s definitely not the sort of quality that you’re used to, which is why this is probably such a horrible gift. But you were complaining about how your tie clips are always breaking, and you didn’t like the shape of your cuff links because they scratched up your skin…” You press the bag into his hands.

“Oh, Y/N…” He takes out the two small velvet boxes. A pristine new tie clip and pair of cuff links- round, so they wouldn’t catch on his skin. “You’re perfect.”

[ilovelliottsmiths]

the potential you’ll be, that you’ll never see.

[teallionn]

[amatesura]

Colombia Conditoria (1959) Helsinki, Finland

[savorypink]

sweetener

to celebrate a certain milestone, you attempt to bake a cake.

smut. loosely based on an ask + an ariana song.

“They’re in the chat talking about how pretty you look. Dunno if you saw.”

 You can hear the smile in Alex’s voice as you continue to whisk the cake batter in the mixing bowl. In honor of recently hitting a milestone in subscribers, you proposed baking a cake. The audience received you very warmly; though you and Alex both had your worries, things couldn’t be going any better than they are now. Once the batter is smooth, you pull the whisk out, giving it a few kitten licks.

“And you said no one would want to watch me bake,” you say with your hands on your hips.

Alex moves from behind the camera to stroll into the kitchen, sitting on the counter behind you. “I said no one would watch if you still had your clothes on. We came to an agreement about that, though.”

You and Alex had agreed that you’d at least wear an apron and some panties. He fought hard for you to wear little to nothing, ultimately putting your comfort first and his desires last. You like to save his favorite costumes and lingerie for when the cameras aren’t rolling anyway.

“I guess I’m not that pretty then, huh?” You faux pout, turning to him. Alex hops off the counter, coming behind you to wrap his arms around your middle. You immediately fall back into his embrace, the musk of his cologne and the candied scent of your perfume still clinging to his shirt from the night prior.

“Nonsense. You’re beautiful.” He coos in your ear, peppering your neck with wet kisses. He isn’t throwing you off intentionally, but you don't remember what you were doing until you get a whiff of the batter and see multiple heart emojis spamming the chat. You dip your finger into the bowl, clearing your throat to get Alex to stop.

“Try it. I think it might be my best.”

Lifting the batter-dipped finger to his lips, Alex’s eyes remain locked on yours as he takes the digit into his mouth. As you expected, his mouth lingers longer than expected, slowly pulling the finger out of his warm mouth, equally in part to rile you up and get the audience excited. You hate that it’s working.

“That’s good, babe.” The laptop chimes a familiar sound, informing you that you’ve received a donation. Alex inches closer to the screen with you still in his arms, his erection shamelessly against your ass; you wiggle against him as he squints to read the message attached to the donation. He gives your ass a small smack when his voice gets shaky.

“Stop that. What does “down bad” mean? Why are they “down bad” for us?”

“It means they love us,” you giggle. Your innocent wiggles grow harsher, reveling in the feeling of Alex’s sweatpants against your core. You feel your apron beginning to loosen, Alex undoing the bow you perfected on the back of it. 

“So it’s a compliment. What do we say when we get compliments?” It took him long enough; one of his hands comes up to massage your breasts while the other dips into your soaked panties, wasting no time thrusting his fingers in your cunt. You fall back against him once more, your legs opening wider.

“Mmm. Thank you,” you breathe, licking your dry lips.

His fingers leave your core, and before you can whine about the emptiness, the fingers enter your mouth. You moan around his knuckles, your tongue swirling around the fingers, savoring every last drop of your wetness.

“Good girl. My girl is so pretty and kind, yeah?” His fingers go farther down your throat, your panties itching to come off. “She deserves a reward for baking for you today. Doesn’t she?”

You don’t need the viewers' agreement; he’ll reward you regardless. His fingers pop out your mouth to remove your apron, dropping it on the tile below you. Your panties slide off next, stepping out of them with shaky legs. Alex pats the countertop behind him, gesturing for you to sit on it. Before you can move, he picks you up by the hips and places you there himself. You can hardly contain your laughter as he attacks your body with kisses, the pecks turning into small nips and bites as he goes further down your body.

“Open up for me.”

You spread your legs apart, the cold marble of the countertop raising goosebumps on your thighs. Alex moves out of frame so the camera can view your core unobstructed. More donations pour in, and the chat seems never-ending. He spreads your lips open with his fingers, marveling as your slick drips onto the countertop, watching your core tighten around nothing.

“Screenshots tend to last longer,” he jokes. “They may love you, but not as much as I do.”

You run your fingers through his hair, disheveling it further. “I know. Now get to work.”

Alex licks a long, languid stripe up your core, your toes curling inward as your grip on his hair tightens. He begins lapping at your core, every bump on his tongue intensifying his licks and suckles, your hips nudging into his eager mouth. You look towards the laptop with blurry lenses, not comprehending a single word on the screen.

Every swerve and curve of his tongue becomes more relentless by the passing second, your moans fueling the fire in the pit of his stomach. He massages your trembling thighs with one hand while the other palms at the dent in his sweatpants, his thumb ghosting over his clothed tip. With his eyes shut, his mouth continues its blissful offense on your cunt, his long lashes sitting pretty on along his eyelids.

The computer dings some more, though you aren’t too focused on it since your heart is pounding in your ears. The heat in your core and stomach is undeniable, your hips beginning to roll against Alex’s mouth, your release in your sights. Alex’s technique eventually becomes sloppy, switching from suckling and licks to darting his tongue inside you. His tongue, hot and wet, strokes your walls heavenly as you clench around his tongue for the final time. Along with your core, every part of you feels numb, your pants becoming heavier as Alex continues to mouth at your cunt, in search of his release. You pat his head as encouragement, smiling down at him in a daze.

“You look so hot, Al.”

He grunts against your cunt, your words albeit small, yet effective in getting him over the edge. Treading your hands through his sweaty locks, your cunt swells at the sight of the wet spot in his sweats. His lips glisten under the glow of the kitchen lights, plump and swollen as he licks away your slick from his lips.

“You’re better than any fuckin’ cake.”

[arcxus-of-altihex]

Guild Wars 2 Doodles: Back to Life

A sweet little comic I did for my love's birthday. We're playing through the story together, this scene is yet to come but it's their first confession scene, so here we are. Teal dragon themed Sylvari is Kaonn, and the pastel pretty-boy is Tethrius. They need to kiss more :D

[anthrofractal]

DESCRIPTION:

Nomiani picks some Sweet Flowers from the strange bush, and they are added to the inventory. Another fin passes by in the river. 

CHOOSE ONE:

Investigate thing in the river

Go south, toward the ocean

Go northwest, toward the village

[thatmemeguy89]

Gotta have it or else

[wambsgansshoelaces]

Something Sweet ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡ ˚

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

[reddragonofroses]

Something Sweet

Just wanted to share something sweet because it came to my mind and love needs to be shared, no?

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Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh!

Pairing: Atemu x Yami (Monarchshipping)

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As he returned from his visit to the bathroom, Yami smiled as he carefully pushed the curtains around the bed away to gaze upon the nest created upon it. Curling his long cat-tail in delight, the pale Neko purred softly as he was allowed to watch his Dragon prince for a moment while rose-red eyes playfully glared at him for leaving the bed.

It was chilly, as winter flitted through the open window, but his beloved knew he liked it that way and thus Atemu allowed it. It also made way for a bigger nest with more warm blankets which the golden Dragon loved as well, though the longer Yami remained to simply watch his lover, the fiercer Atemu’s glare became.

Despite it, Yami smiled as he purred with his long tail curling and his cat-ears perked up at Atemu’s soft possessive rumblings. He just wanted to watch and appreciated everything his lover had build for them in their bedroom, though as a hand came forth from between the folds of the many warm blankets, the pale Neko chuckled softly at the demanding gesture.

“The bed is cold, Kitten”, Atemu rumbled from within his mountain and Yami purred as he yielded with another soft chuckle. He made sure the curtains around the bed were as they should be again, before he found his lover’s warm hand in the soft darkness surrounding them.

Gently, he was guided back to his spot within the nest Atemu had lovingly made for them and Yami continued to purr as he found his way back to his lover’s side. He tucked his ears into his wild hair with delight as he buried his nose against Atemu’s firm chest and he sighed a breath of relief as he was embraced wholly.

To some, he was not more than vermin and to others, he would always be a simple housecat, but to his lover he was a treasure and Yami smiled as Atemu was that to him too. It had taken a couple of years to fully accept that he was viewed as such because he had never dared dream it and yet, here he was… Embraced, loved, made sure he was covered well with warm blankets, before Atemu nuzzle him with deep purrs filling the air around them pleasantly.

“I love you, Até”, Yami whispered as he felt safe with warmth enveloping him whole as he laid within his Dragon’s arms.

“I love you, Kitten. I love you”, Atemu whispered equally as soft back as he nuzzled Yami again with more purrs resonating from deep within his throat. He was happy again… The bed was full and warm again… It was perfect again and Atemu smiled lovingly at that while bliss filled him whole.