I wrote a fanfic because I fell in love with a certain ship. I was very sad that no one wrote a story about Arlo and Spark until now and I thought it’s about time 😂
I blame @yanireyesart and her beautiful Sparlo fanarts for it 😄❤️
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27107440
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A while ago I received a request about how the Arcana LIs would react to their familiars walking in on them during sexytimes, and I couldn’t not write it. Each headcanon will be posted separately due to length. Under the cut we’ll get the ball rolling with everyone’s favorite Count. Here it is @megustacat ! Sorry about the wait!
You bit your lip again, the action also biting back the trembling moan that threatened to escape. The pillow bunched under you for the hundredth time that morning, the vice grip your arms had around it, and the way you fingers clenched the sheets beneath the pillow were the only things that kept you grounded. The Count pounded into you from behind, and his hands on your waist kept you firmly pinned to the mattress. You felt one of those hands abandon the heated flesh of your torso, and you couldn't bring yourself to hold your noises back when the still slightly cool metal of his hand gripped your jaw, forcing you to look back over your shoulder at him.
“Now now sweetling.” His voice was husky with both sleep and unbridled lust. “Let me hear you.” He leaned over your form to place hot, open mouthed kisses up your shoulder and onto your neck, his hips never once breaking rhythm. The combination of sensations and his request had you absolutely singing for him. He slid one of his metal fingers from its place on your jaw into your mouth and you instinctively began to suck on it with enthusiasm, only pausing to moan when he hit that delicious spot inside you. You felt him nudge your thighs and you took the hint, spreading your legs more and angling your hips so he could piston into you deeper. A particularly lewd moan tore free from your throat and you felt him grin against the skin of your shoulder.
“There you are, ah-ahhh...” He was unable to hold himself together long enough to finish his tease, his words turned into a groan of pleasure when you clenched around his cock. He panted harshly, words abandoned altogether for the act of making sure you were thoroughly fucked before breakfast. You both made so much noise, you barely registered the sound of the chamber doors bursting open, but Lucio's reflexes had always been keen, and the racket had him sitting straight up and facing the intruders with a snarl, only to realize too late what was happening.
Mercedes, the rowdier and far more reckless of his two beloved hounds, barreled straight toward the bed at mach speed while Melchior skid to a stop halfway across the room. Melchior had always been the more sensible of the pair, and he'd realized that this was not the kind of playtime Papa allowed them to in on. Mercedes though, sweet Mercedes, she realized much too late, and it was only after she'd jumped up on the bed that she decided to abort her mission.
In her panic though, she slid across the silk sheets and barreled straight into Lucio, who'd had the wherewithal to pull out of you and raise his arms in a motion to try and get the dogs to stop, a futile attempt, but an honest one. Mercedes knocked straight into her beloved Papa with an almost apologetic bark and sent him sprawling, a most undignified yelp from Lucio joining her bark on collision. Lucio had only barely been able to catch himself before he was thrown off his own bed. She used what remaining momentum she had to jump over Lucio's prone form, which sent him sliding off the bed to land in a less than delicate heap on the rug, whipped herself around and booked it straight for the door where she'd only just burst in, nearly plowing over Melchior in her attempt to bail from the awkward situation she'd created. Melchior followed her out, not daring to look back at the mess he and his sister had made.
You'd been untouched through the whole incident, but you were suddenly hyper aware of the cooling air in the bedroom, no doubt caused by the door that was left hanging open. You rolled over and sat up to draw the blankets around you, looking about the room wildly, not sure what to expect next, but then you suddenly recalled that you hadn't exactly been alone when the madness had started. You leaned over as far as you dared, gazing wide eyed at Lucio, still in a heap on the rug and you had to clamp a hand over your mouth to stifle the sudden onset of giggles.
“Are you alright?”
A frustrated groan was the only answer he gave, which sent you into full blown hysterics.
Omega Nam-gyu who won't let alpha Min-su fuck him but wants to baby trap him.
Nam-gyu spent all night fucking his alpha into the matress and when the early light woke him kicking him out of tlbed under the pretense of making breakfast. Min-su is a dutiful alpha and usually Nam-gyu wants the bed changed first but he doenst question knows the omega gets bitchy and bity when he asks to many.
Nam-gyu waits until he can. Hear the distinctive sound of Min-su in the kitchen grumbling complaints at where the pans are kept. Only whne he's sure the alpha isn't about to pop back in does he scoops up cum from their last round. Still sticky and eet the both of them only getting a short nap before Nam-gyu played like he was hungry.
Nam-gyu hikes a leg up with a frown as he presses the fingers down low to a hole he has no plans to eat anyone ever use. He doenst even want a baby not exactly. But Min-su's got plans away from here soon, away from Nam-gyu and the idea of letting the alpha go unhinged something in him.
Nam-gyu fingers the cum deep and then scoops up more and does it again and again. He doesn't stop until he hears a noise coming, breakfast done and Min-su dutifully bringing it to him in bed. Nam-gyu is quick to cover up what he's been doing pretending to just be waking instead.
"You smell good," Min-su praises as he drops the tray on the bed before carfully climbing up himself cock already half hard and pushing upt he apron he's donned.
"Feed me breakfast and I'll feed you my cock." Nam-gyu secret activity got him hard and leaking. He wishes it was the other way around that he could just knot Min-su until he pupped hum up.
"At the same time?" Min-su squeaks flushing and shyly adverting his eyes to the tray but his cock drips a big sticky glob on pre onto the blanket separating them.
Not what Nam-gyu meant but now that the ideas been planted that's absolutely what they're doing. Hands clenching hard on Min-su's hips as Nam-gyu rolls his, cock rubbing up against him through the sheet. "Yes!"
