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lovebugism · 6 months

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ok reader x eddie having a casual conversation about sex, talking about what they're both into, leading to some smut??? just hearing what eddie's into sounds so hottttt (i imagine its filthy,, sorry)

ty for requesting! hope you like it!! — a failed date with eddie leads to a night in and several confessions (established relationship, mostly fluff, talks of sex but no actual smut 18+, 1.6k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

Eddie Munson is a hopeless romantic.

Not because he loves like it’s breathing (though some would argue otherwise), but because his attempts to be affectionate with you are complete and utter failures.

He had a whole romantic day planned. A late lunch, a quick walk, and then sunset at the park. Honestly, it probably would’ve been a pretty metal date if it was any day other than this one — the biggest flood of the whole goddamn year.

You got to the diner just fine but had to rush back to the trailer in the rain since he didn’t have his van. Thankfully, it waited to outright pour until he got you home. Now, his leather jacket — which you’d used as a makeshift umbrella — hangs beside the opened window to dry.

The orange autumn breeze rolls over your bare bodies like silk (because, of course, an innocent shower after getting drenched in the rain couldn’t not end in getting dirty again).

“Was all this just a ploy to get me into bed?” you tease, tracing the freckles on his back with the tip of your finger. “’Cause you coulda just asked, you know? I would’ve said yes.”

Lying flat on his stomach, Eddie laughs into his folded-up arms. His deep brown hair brushes his pale shoulders when he turns to look at you. His smile is swollen and rosy and crooked.

“You got me, princess. Making my girlfriend walk in disgusting weather was all a part of my evil plan.”

“I wouldn’t say it was evil.”

“No?”

“Sinful, maybe. Sexy, even,” you joke with a lopsided grin. “But no, not evil.”

“Is that so?” he lilts as he rises on his elbow to prop his cheek on his fist.

You shake your head and roll onto your back. Your eyes flit to the spotted ceiling. A smirk blossoms on your lips. “I feel like evil would imply that it was hurtful in some way. And that thing you did in the shower felt way too good to be evil.”

“What thing?” the boy wonders with pinched-together brows.

You shoot him a look. “You know…” you hum vaguely, expectantly.

“No. I don’t, actually,” Eddie laughs, mostly at himself. “I’m kinda dumb, in case you forgot.”

“You’re not dumb, Eds.”

“Stop being sweet. You’re deflecting.”

You concede with a small huff. “That… That thing. With your mouth. When you pressed me against the wall and— please, don’t make me describe it, Eddie,” you ramble, then cut yourself off to whine.

He meets your grimace with a boyish grin. “I don’t know. I kinda like hearing you talk about it.”

“I’ll die,” you deadpan.

“You’re so dramatic.”

His words are harsh, but his pink smile is kind. He kisses you with it after — a smacking peck to the corner of your mouth that migrates rather quickly. He sprinkles his lips along your jaw and chin and neck.

That’s where he lingers.

Eddie finds your pulse point and goes a half-inch higher, just like he did while he was fucking you against the shower wall. You nearly came the first time he kissed you there.

He sucks at the delicate skin until he leaves another faint mark. The feeling of his tongue and teeth on your newfound sweet spot makes your toes curl. It has you moaning out loud before you mean to.

His lips audibly smack when he pulls away.

“That thing?” he wonders, smiling down at you like he already knows the answer.

Your thighs clench together. Your bones are made of mush. “That thing,” you repeat in the affirmative.

“Well, if we’re sharing secrets…” Eddie singsongs, then leans in all close like he’s about to spill the latest gossip. His fingers spread out along your bare waist, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I really liked it when you got all mean.”

You hadn’t thought much of it, then — when Eddie edged you on the counter with his fingers and laughed when you writhed.

You didn’t even let him make it up to you after, just sucked him off and told him he wasn’t allowed to touch you. “Don’t cum ’til I tell you to, understand?” you’d said. “Or I’m gonna get myself off, and you’re gonna watch.”

He was a good boy for you, though, and you let him fuck you in the shower.

Your nose scrunches in muted embarrassment. “I wasn’t being that mean, was I?”

“No. I mean, you could certainly get meaner…” Eddie assures with a shake of his head, then grins as his fingers crawl up your ribcage. You fight back a shiver. “Which I think could be preferable from time to time.”

“So, you want me to be more… dominant?”

He shrugs a pale, freckled shoulder. “Yeah. Sometimes. I like watching you get all dumb for me, don’t get me wrong, but every time you get a little mean, I almost cum in my pants.”

The blatant confession makes you go slightly stupid. You just nod at him, lazy and unblinking. “Yeah. I can do that. You know, if that’s what you want.”

“I do want,” Eddie hums, matching your sloppy head shake. His nicotine-coated breath fans across your cheek. “Very, very much.”

“But not all the time, though, right?”

“No. Not all the time. Just… sometimes— when the moment’s right or whatever.”

“Sure…”

Eddie’s grin broadens when you trail off. A faraway look glazes over your eye. His brows raise expectantly. “What’s that look for?”

You blink rapidly as you descend from the clouds. Shaking your head, you dismiss him. “Nothing. Nothing— I just… I did kinda like not letting you come right away.”

“Yeah. Me too,” Eddie concurs, suddenly breathless.

Your gaze flits to his, mousy and twinkling. Your hands fidget above the covers. “And I kinda wanna try letting you cum and maybe… not stopping…”

Eddie’s eyes go wide. His mouth opens to respond, but he forgets how to speak. He barely remembers to breathe.

“Is that… Is that weird?” you ask, forcing a laugh at his unusual silence.

“No!” he blurts, sounding much louder in the honeyed quiet of his bedroom. “No, that’s… That’s really hot, actually. Like, really hot.”

He zones out just like you had. The imagery of it all makes his stomach whirl. He’s done it to you a number of times — brought you to the edge and kept on pushing you over until you pushed him away. But he’d never thought about ever doing it to himself till now.

Actually, there’s quite a lot of things he’s done to you that he might enjoy himself if he thinks about it.

The thought alone opens a world of possibility in his wild, wild head.

“Can I tell you about something I was thinking about the other day?” he wonders suddenly.

Though slightly startled by the blurted question, you nod. “Of course.”

His gaze flits away from yours. His hand fidgets at your waist, fingers softly scratching at your burning skin. “You know my handcuffs? The ones I clip on my jeans sometimes?”

Again, you nod.

“Well, I— I have the keys, you know? So it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if we— you know— if we used them…”

“On me?” you press, brows pinched in distant concern.

Eddie shakes his head immediately. “No. I know you don’t like that.”

“So… on you?”

“Yeah. Maybe. If you want,” the boy mumbles, suddenly shy in a way you’ve only seen a handful of times — including earlier, when he was begging to cum in your mouth. “I just think it could be cool, you know? Like, you could tie me up and just… use me. If you want,” he repeats.

“Use you?” you repeat with a soft laugh.

He shrugs. “Yeah. I mean, I don’t— I don’t really care about getting off as much as I care about you getting off, you know? I just… wanna take care of you. Want you to take what you want.”

You open your mouth to respond only to find that all words have lost meaning. Your brain is a jumbled mess of alphabet soup. So you just nod, dumb at the very thought.

Eddie’s hand rises from the covers. His palm settles warm at your jaw. His fingers smell faintly of sex as his calloused thumb smooths across your chapped lips. “You could, like, rub yourself on my cock. Get yourself off on top of me,” he murmurs lowly to you, a quiet and crooked grin pulling at his mouth. “Wouldn’t that be metal?”

“Yeah…” you answer with a sigh, getting lost in the daydream right along with him. “Wouldn’t put you inside me at first, either. Not until you’re begging for it.”

His smile widens. “Exactly.”

“Then I’ll ride you until you make me cum.”

Eddie nods, egging you on. He tucks his face into your neck, if only to conceal how ardently he’s blushing. He hides his pink cheeks between your jaw and shoulder and kisses you where he knows it’ll drive you crazy.

“Mhmm?” he urges, muffled.

You sigh a faint moan. Your fingers curl in his wild hair. You press your lips to his temple and continue. “And I’ll let you come, too. Eventually… But I won’t stop.”

“Fuck,” he groans into your pulse.

“Not until you’ve filled me up three times—”

“Oh, fuck…”

You tug at his hair with a soft, stern touch you think you could learn to master for him. His lips click faintly when he parts from you. He blinks down at you with glassy chocolate eyes.

“Something like that?” you wonder, feigning innocence with a sweet-sounding lilt.

Eddie nods, sloppy and stupid. He stammers. “Yeah… Yeah. Some—Something like that.”

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urhoneycombwitch · 1 month

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foreword: typing this from my phone while blitzed sorry if this is messy. lol. based off of those Hoard pics of Joe Quinn. edible arms. u get it.

+18 mdni. husky!neighbor!Eddie x Reader

Cw: mutual masturbation, desc of Eddie’s larger weight (but purely in a fat-positive manner. big boys are hot period), soft!dom from both sides, R has breasts + a V and a lot of feminine nicknames are used.

Your surprise visit to Eddie’s apartment in the middle of the night has taken an awkward turn when, in the midst of your familiar barging in and subsequent ramble about the latest drama at your work, you realize Eddie is out of breath just from standing behind the counter.

“did I… interrupt something?” you ask, the beginning of a tease in your voice, squinting at the visible sheen on his skin (peeking out from a faded tee and sweatpants hung low on those plush hips. not that you were staring, per se...) “do you have a girl over?”

he rolls his eyes. “only girl over here is you, sweetheart.”

you lean into your forearms across the countertop, dropping to a joking, salacious whisper- “so you were jacking off, then?”

what you don’t expect is Eddie to scoff and blush, but that’s what he does: rosy pink tingeing his cheeks, eyes darting to the floor.

“oh my god.” you straighten, taking a step back, suddenly self-conscious. “you actually were? i- i was joking.”

Eddie shakes out of his embarrassment, trying to mollify you. “nah, don’t sweat it, angel. you couldn’t have known. maybe we just go our separate ways for tonight and-“

“I was gonna go home and do the same, actually,” you blurt out, feeling warm yourself.

that gets you his eyes, intense and suddenly focused on yours.

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh.” you take a step closer, rounding to his side of the counter. “I could… do it here. if you wanted.”

“holy shit,” Eddie murmurs, as you press against his front, his big arms automatically encircling your shoulders. “really?”

“where do you want me?”

“uhhh…” Eddie stalls for a moment then recovers. “the bed. my bed is good. let’s go in there.”

he leads you down the hall to his room, a bit of laundry hanging here and there but otherwise clean and lit by cozy lamplight.

“smells like boy in here.” you sigh happily with a gentle bounce onto the bed. you scoot towards the wall to make room on the bed for two, but when you look over, Eddie’s dragging a chair across the carpet to face you and sits in it.

“the hell are you doing?” you’re about to protest at the level of intimacy that you feel has ramped up in his favor, but Eddie just shrugs a shoulder.

“think of it this way, princess: you’ll get to watch me, too.”

his words stop you from complaining further. Eddie throws an arm over his shoulder to pull his t-shirt off, his guitar pick nestled just above the ornate crow tattoo covering his chest. staggering his feet on the ground, his thighs widen to show off the steadily-growing bulge in his sweats.

he’s fucking gorgeous. thick arms, a dark trail of hair smattering across the pudge of his stomach and dipping into his waistband. your mouth waters as you lie back on the pillows, wiggling out of your jeans and underwear without taking your eyes off of him.

Eddie palms himself through his pants, rings glinting in the low light.

when you spread yourself for him, the wet click of your stickiness between your fingers makes him moan.

“fuck yeah, sweetheart. touch that pretty clit for me.”

you obey, dipping your fingers down into the well of your wetness before rubbing circles against your bundle of nerves, hips bucking into your own touch.

“you can- ah- touch yourself, too.” your voice is strained but Eddie must’ve heard you; he wastes no time in pulling his sweats down around his balls, revealing a sizeable cock that drips precum steadily over his fist as he begins to stroke himself.

“fuck, Eddie,” you gasp, fingers working faster over your throbbing clit, other hand pawing at your nipples hardened through layers of fabric. “how’m I ever gonna take that?”

“we’ll work you up to it.”

that shouldn’t make you clench the way it does. “jesus, Eddie.”

there’s a slick noise with each of his movements, harsh slap of skin as he fucks into his own fist. “stick some fingers inside you, doll. how many can you take?”

the fingers on your clit stay but you slide your other hand to your mouth, sucking on the middle three before following them down the slope of your body to slowly push them into your gushing hole.

Eddie swears, hips snapping forward. “fuck yeah. just like that… be a good girl for me, curl ‘em up and fuck yourself.”

“wish it was you.” you’re letting the sound of Eddie’s fist set your own rhythm, eyes starting to roll back, wave of pleasure mounting. “wish it was your cock filling me up instead of my fingers…”

“next time,” Eddie says- and it’s the way he says is, all breathless assurance, that sends the wave crashing into you.

“fu-uuck…” the crown of your head tips back into the pillows, cunt clenching around your fingers as you come. through your own haze of peaking, you hear Eddie’s praises in rocky timbre.

“that’s it, baby. let it out. oh, fuck yes, you’re so hot- fuck, you’re gonna make me come-“

you open your eyes just in time to watch his shoulders curl in, ropes of cum shooting out of the ruddy head of his cock, painted against his chest and stomach, into the hair that’s fallen over his shoulders.

Eddie collapses back into his chair with a low-toned sigh, slack-jawed until you giggle him into speech again. “christ. that was incredible. goddamn. you're officially invited to interrupt my jacking off sessions any time, from now until the end of time."

#eddie munson x reader #e.m. thots from lu #eddie munson smut #husky!neighbor!Eddie #Hoard #joseph quinn #+18 mdni

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bonny-kookoo · 1 month

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Jungkook

Princess | Exposed

In which you just want to stay.

Tags/Warnings: Wolfdog Hybrid!Jungkook, Showdog Hybrid!Reader, Enemies to lovers, Angst, Fluff?, Brat!Reader, Jungkook has major brat tamer energy, reader has some issues, mentions of depression

Length: 3.5k words

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Jungkook quite honestly has been thinking about buying one of those toddler-harnesses for you at this point to keep you in sight.

Because again, for the second time today, he’s lost you- and this time it seems serious, because it’s been half an hour, and he’s yet to pick up any trace of your scent.

And deep down, he worries.

Both about your safety, but also about your intentions. What if you’re fed up with everything? What if you’ve been boiling all this time, quietly, simply playing the easy to fool hybrid girl with the rosy tinted glasses? And if you’ve really snapped, how far would you go to get away from your past life?

What are you willing to offer in exchange for freedom?

Despite knowing it’s not allowed, Jungkook has been taking you places. Because after learning that you’ve never bought your own groceries, fridge almost empty, he’s simply taken you to a small convenience store to get some basics to stock up on. And you were like a child at Disneyland- wide eyes checking everything out, mesmerized by the commercials and music, and colorful advertisements all around.

Something so mundane and.. boring to him, turned out to be the most special thing ever to you.

And so, he’d taken you to the mall today- filled with numerous stores from shoes to accessories to food and electronics. But maybe that was a bad idea to just push you into the deep waters right away- because honestly, he’s not sure you can swim without support just yet.

He’s so stupid. He should’ve thought about this.

Jungkook is concentrating more, following every way you both took before in hopes of somehow catching any sight of you- and suddenly, there’s a hint of your scent again, giving him hope and boosting his energy, ears standing tall, twisting around as if he’s echo-locating you like a bat. And then, you tug on his sleeve- and at the sight of you right behind him, he can’t help himself.

“Fuck, don’t ever scare me like that again!”

He’s hugging you tightly, before he leans back to check on you, trying to find anything wrong with you- but you’re fine, apart from the clear sense of fear this whole incident must’ve spooked into you. “I’m sorry-“ you start explaining yourself. “-there were so many people, and then someone bumped into me, and suddenly you were gone-“ you ramble, but he shakes his head, slowly becoming more calm again.

“it happens, I’m glad you found your way back.” He tells you, and you nod. “you want to go check out the shoe store?” He wonders, when you suddenly cling to his arm instead, ears flat down. Only now does he realize your tail is tucked between your legs, as you’ve become very much fearful of this entire situation.

“can we.. maybe come back another day?” You wonder, voice quiet, but he nods.

“Don’t worry, we can come back any time you want.” He offers, before he pets your head, and takes your hand right after. “for now let’s go home, yeah? We can get some food on the way back and eat it at your place.” He offers, and you nod.

“Jungkook?” you wonder, and he hums as you both exit the building, making you feel a lot better. “…thank you.” You say.

And for some odd reason, the way you look at him makes his heart jump a little.

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The sight of you and Jimin so close and.. Happy, makes him feel odd.

You seem so excited and at ease, docile and oh-so sugary sweet in your demeanor. And it’s not at all an act you put on- he knows what you look like when you try and pretend to be someone you’re not, and this version of you he’s getting to see right now is not just a mask you’re putting on. You’re still very much a handful, and there’s obvious moments of irritation still- but you don’t act out at all with Jimin, not in the way you do with Jungkook at least.

Do you really not like him? Or maybe you’re actually into Jimin?

It sure looks like you want to charm the older guy, happily letting the young man choose something to eat for you at the hybrid-friendly cafe down the street. Jungkook feels oddly.. Disappointed. He’d wanted to take you here himself actually, and now, this experience is taken from him, in a way.

Is he being the spoiled brat right now? Because he sure feels like throwing a tantrum right now.

“If you want to go home you can, by the way.” Jimin suddenly says, catching Jungkook’s attention- and he notices how you now look at him too, with a strange expression. “I didn’t mean to drag you here.” Jimin apologizes, but Jungkook waves it off.

“It’s fine.” He simply says, when suddenly, you change seats- sitting down next to Jungkook, arms on the table, face turned towards him to sneak a glance at him. “What?” He asks you, unsure what you seem to be searching for- but you just shrug.

“Nothing.” You just answer. “Why’re you being so grumpy right now?” You ask, and Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“I’m not grumpy.” He argues lowly, poking at his half-eaten waffle on his plate.

“Totally not.” You tease, still looking at him though. “You gonna finish that?” You ask, pointing to his food on the plate. He shakes his head, and without thinking much cuts up a piece of the waffle, before he holds it out for you to take- something you very happily do, clearly more than eager to receive the food from him in this way.

Jimin smirks to himself, leaning his chin on his hand as he watches the interaction.

“You really got the big bad wolf all tamed.” He teases Jungkook, who growls almost on instinct, glaring at the older guy across from him- though when you kick the leg of his chair beneath the table, he does cut up another piece to feed you.

Proving his point quite clearly, making him smile.

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Even thought Jungkook knows he shouldn’t, and that this needs to go to a lawyer asap, he can’t just ignore his own curiosity about your contract.

Nothing he thought he’d be reading could’ve ever prepared him for the actual contents of the contract itself- from quite frankly ridiculous rules and guidelines you have to follow, to definitely illegal sections like the overall length of it all.

Apparently, from what he’s read Up to this point, your entire life has been completely ruled by your management. Whatever you want to do, be it buy something, go somewhere, say something in public- it all has to go through the agency and has to be approved first. Every step you take is basically monitored and controlled, and not just your actions are regulated. Even your overall diet, workout routine, health check-ups and whatnot are all in this contract.

And the worst of it all has to be that you’ve been pulled into this at such a young age that you probably grew up believing this all is normal.

You’re currently sleeping on his.. Carpet in front of the sofa instead of on it for some reason, but he’s not questioning it too much. You’ve got your weird habits, and maybe this is simply just the freedom of choice finally becoming real to you as well- and if that’s the case, so be it. Still, he puts a blanket over you and at least moves your head to rest on a small pillow instead of the hard floor- unable to quite watch you like this.

Or maybe it’s just the fact that he’s gonna have to deal with your cranky mood if you wake up sore.

But you definitely notice him, not yet quite as asleep as he thought you would be, as your hands reach out and catch him off guard, successfully making him lay down next to you on the carpet, eyes wide as they look into your impish ones. “you’ll nap with me.” You say, decide more or less, and he frowns at that, lifting one brow.

“weird. I don’t think I’ve been asked if I want to.” He questions, crossing his arms next to you, but you just pout, pushing his chest so he lays on his back, and you can cling to him, halfway getting comfortable on top of him.

“.. I want you to nap with me though.” You mumble, and he sighs.

“Well, asking if I want to would still be a nice thing.” He explains, and it causes you to grow quiet for a little while, until you sit up, back towards him while you look into your lap. “You could ask me right now, you know?” He offers, trying to joke- but you’re clearly not accepting his attempt at lightening the mood.

“I don’t want to.. hear you say you don’t want..” me, you want to say. But you can’t say it out loud, not yet at least. “..to be close to me.” You say instead, but he still gets your thoughts.

“You can’t hide away just because you’re scared of getting into an uncomfortable situation.” He reassures you, hand reaching out to gently touch your back, before it rests on your tail. “and just for the record, I’m very much okay with having you close.” He hums towards you, and you slowly lay back down, avoiding eye contact with him now.

“Can I… really be normal? And boring?” You ask, and he laughs.

“Boring probably not, but normal? Yeah, we’ll surely make it happen.” He nods. “I told you I’ll help. We’ll go step by step.” He reassures you, and you sigh.

“Do you think we could be friends.. after all this, too?” you ask, and at that he softens up quite a bit, before he nods.

“of course.” He answers. “jimin would hate me if I was to just send you off like that.” He attempts to joke.

“But jimin is.. a friend.” You say, glad he can’t see your face like this. “you’re.. not. You know?”

Its quiet for a bit, before he speaks, softly. “I think I know.” He answers.

“if we…” you start but drift off, unsure, hesitant.

“If we?” He urges gently, still laying so close to you that you can hear his voice rumbling in his chest where your head lays.

“if we held hands-“ you start, fingers itching to hold something. “-do you think we’ll dream the same thing?” You wonder, and he chuckles.

Before his hand reaches for yours to hold.

“I don’t know.” He answers, fingers intertwining with yours as if to not lose it while he sleeps. “But we can try and find out.”

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Jungkook has by now realized that most of your antics are never with the intention to actually annoy him. You simply learned over time that in order to gain attention, getting on people’s nerves is the easiest and quickest way.

That doesn’t mean that you don’t test his patience.

You’re slowly learning the right steps, since he still has to uphold at least the appearance that you’re both working towards your performance, so that no one will get suspicious of what might be happening behind closed doors. And he’s quite impressed by you- because once you’ve gotten the hang of it, you’re very good- but you don’t seem to be able to bring yourself to concentrate on one thing for too long, before growing bored of it.

“You have to learn when to be serious..” jungkook sighs, watching you throw your shoe in the corner. “We still have to practice, you know?” He tells you, but you just huff, clearly bored. “What’s wrong?” He asks, sitting down next to you in the middle of the practice room, by now aware that nothing you do is ever ‘just because’. There’s always a deeper reason as to why you act the way you do.

“I’m tired.” You simply tell him, and he has to admit, you do look less energetic than usual, eyes a bit red.

“Didn’t you sleep?” He asks, not mentioning your habit of gaming until late into the early hours simply because he too, has realized that he needs to change. He’s been judging you purely on his own thoughts and expectations, never really letting you explain yourself. You’re difficult, yes, but he’s also not an angel, he’s come to realize.

“Couldn’t.” You just shrug. “Tried, really early!” You offer him, the urgency in your tone making it clear that you want to me sure he doesn’t think your bluffing. “But I couldn’t. So I got up again, did that weird workout we do for warming up- but I was only.. You know, exhausted. Not tired.” You try and explain.

“Hm. Does that happen a lot?” He asks, pulling an odd little white hair from your clothes- most likely from your faux fur coat you wear.

“...sometimes.” You admit. “But I didn’t have any meds for it at home anymore. I’ll have to ask management.” You say.

“You take medication for sleep?” He asks, at this point always on edge whenever you talk about your job or the people you work with.

Or rather, the people who use you.

“Yeah, and for my headaches and heats and stuff.” You say.

“...your heats?” He wonders suspiciously, and again, you nod.

“So that I don’t get them.”

It’s quiet for a while, and mostly, because Jungkook doesn’t really know how to approach this topic. It’s sensitive after all- depending on how sever it might be. How long have you been medicated for it? What type of medication has been used? And most of all-

Have you ever had any heat at all? Or did they start so early that you’ve basically been taken away any chance at letting your body develop normally?

“It got too tough to always like, change dates and stuff just because I got my heat. I used to get them all over the place- like, it was never on time.” You explain, playing with the zipper of your thin jacket.

Okay. That at least means that you had heats before- making Jungkook feel a lot less nervous about this.

“How long have they been putting you on those meds?” He asks, and you seem to count in your head.

“Two years? Maybe?” You say. “Now that I think about it, last year is when my headaches and stuff started.” You mumble.

“Well, it’s common. When you’ve been on that stuff for too long, you get sideeffects.” Jungkook explains.

“You think I can just.. Not take them?” You ask.

“When’s the next time you’d have to?” He questions.

“This weekend.” You tell him, and he sighs. Internally, his entire being is screaming no, don’t make her take them, absolutely not, she doesn’t need them- but logically, he can’t just decide that. Even if you don’t want them, not taking them before you both even know if the case against your company is strong enough to 100% go smooth no matter what wouldn’t be the smartest choice. And also, Jungkook doesn’t know how to help someone who hasn’t had their heat in years. Of course he’s had girlfriends- he knows how to handle normal heats, how to care for someone who’s going through it, but he doesn’t know how to help you.

Maybe, or mostly, because he’s starting to become attached to you in a very specific way. And quite frankly, that scares him.

It’s terrifying.

Because once you’re out of this contract, you’ll go home to your parents- and from what he’s learned due to Jimin’s internal poking around, is that your parents live more than eight hours away from here- which means that once you live with them, you’re gone. Now is really not the time to develop feelings for you- especially because technically, you don’t fit together at all.

You’re loud, and vibrant, and excited and outgoing- he's introverted, he likes to stay inside, enjoys his quiet days at home. You’re gonna want to explore the world once it’s opened up to you- while he himself rather wants to stay here, where he knows every street and every alleyway. And yes, there’s also his own personal issue at hand.

What if he’s too much for you to handle?

He already accidentally scruffed you on your couch like a rabid dog last time you got too much for him- who's to say he won’t go even further if given the chance? What if you realize his interest in you is no longer platonic- making you flirt with him with deeper intentions? Can he keep himself in check if you were to tease him like that?

Could he withstand the temptation?

You tug on his sleeve, and only now does he realize he’s been staring at nothing for a while now. “You okay?” You ask, and he nods, patting your shoulder before he gets up.

“Yeah. Now come on, let’s practice a bit more.”

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“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks as you open your door, news of your contract having leaked to the public- and it’s not just yours, but almost all of the other hybrids under your agency.

Police had already questioned you earlier today, and Jungkook had been unable to get a hold of you until now- but luckily enough, you don’t seem too shaken up as you hug him, inviting him into your home. “You’ll be alright.” He reassures you, holding you for as long as you need him to, before you lean away a little, offering him space.

“Where am I gonna go now?” You worry, and Jungkook sits down on your couch with you for the moment. “They said that since the company owns the apartment, they can evict me.. And the will, I know they will. Where do I go now?”

“Don’t worry about that for now, okay?” Jungkook tells you. “I’ve always got space in my home for you if you need it.”

“Really?” You ask. “Jungkook.. Do you think I can finally meet my parents again?” You wonder, and he shrugs.

“I’m sure they’ll see the news soon. And if not, we can go figure it out. For now, you’re basically free- okay?” He explains, and you nod.

You stare at your hands for a second, before you look up at him again. “Will you.. Stay with me?” You ask, and he leans his head to the side a bit.

“What do you mean?” He questions, and you move your body to fully face him on the couch now.

“I meant it like I said it.” You whine, annoyed he’s clearly playing dumb right now. “Even, like, if I meet my parents, and get a new job or whatever, and all of this stuff is over-” You rant, leaning closer. “-will you stay?”

He knows what you’re asking. Now more than ever before- but he still can’t believe it fully. He feels like this might just be you feeling like you have to stay with him, but then again, there’s also not really much logic in the possibility of you just wanting him because he’s the only option you have. Jimin is there too-

So why him?

“Why me?” He asks you, voicing out his concerns, and you lean back on your heels, thinking about that question for a little moment.

“Because you don’t care. About.. What you could get from me.” You explain. “You’re honest with me, even if I don’t like it sometimes.” You admit. “You nice to me because you want to. Not because you have to.” You say, deflating visibly now as you fall quiet.

“I do.” He admits. “And I hope you.. Like me too, because you want to. Not because you feel like you have to.” Jungkook tells you, and you watch him now in wonder, before your ears pin back, making him a bit nervous-

Though all you do is charge at him in an attack with no intent to hurt, but just to be held.

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#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook imagine #hybrid imagine #bts jungkook fanfic

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solarsturniolo · 2 months

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can you do sub chris or abc’s (maybe vibrator involved ?)

Sub!Chris Headcanons

Warnings: Sex / Cursing / mentions of overstimulation / p in v / no protection / sub!chris / use of toys /

Disclaimer!!!: This is just my opinion on what chris would be like if he was submissive. None of this is factual.

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Although Chris loves being dominant in the bedroom, he adores being taken care of, especially on those long days after numerous back to back meetings and creating content.

He’s easy to get into that headspace too. A simple shoulder and back rub will relax him, at which point he won’t even want to be dominant anymore. He just loves being cared for and getting the princess treatment from you.

He doesn’t like handcuffs or restraints, he likes being able to touch you. On the rare occasion that he does let you use them on him, he’s tugging on them and whining the whole time, begging to be let out. He can’t stand having you so close to him and not being able to touch and feel you.

He spends an ungodly amount of time on your chest. Touching them, massaging them, kissing them, sucking on them, marking them…he loves to hear the sounds you make while he takes his time with you.

Chris is always open to trying new things, so he wasn’t opposed to the idea of using a vibrator. He knew it made you feel good, so he had no real reason to deny trying it.

He may have ended up liking it a little too much though. He won’t even ask, he’ll grab it from the bedside drawer himself. Whether he’s in control and using it on you, or letting you use it on him until he’s sweaty and writhing in the sheets, Chris loves the way it enhances both his and your pleasure.

He’s vocal in bed normally, but even more so when he’s not in control. Something about the power being out of his hands drives him crazy and he’s not afraid or ashamed to make that known to you.

“F-Fuck, it feels so good. O-Oh my god, yea please don’t stop. I-It feels s-so good, I-I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum, p-please. F-Fuck, I’m such a m-messy boy, I-I’m gonna make s-such a mess. P-Please, can I cum? Please i’ve been such a good boy for you, m-my balls are s-so full, p-please. W-Wanna empty them in you, f-fuck.”

He tends to ramble the closer to his orgasm that he gets. It starts pretty light, just soft moans and whimpers with a few pleas thrown in the mix. But once he feels the warmth growing in the pit of his stomach, he can’t help himself. Any and everything he’s thinking is free game.

“W-Wanna fill you up, baby. P-Please, I’ve been a good boy for you. Did everything you asked me to. Y-You feel so good, please don’t make me pull out. F-Fuck, i’m begging you. I-I-Im a good boy, I-Im your good messy boy. P-Please, wanna make a mess all up in your guts.”

And not to mention he looks so pretty laying back on the bed, his sweaty hair clinging to his forehead, his lips parted as he pants and moans each time you sink down onto his cock. His eyes can barely stay open, eyelids hooded, determined to still watch you and admire you as you take care of him. His cheeks and ears flushed with a bright rosy tint, some of the color even showing on his chest from just how hard he was blushing.

Chris LOVES the sex, but he almost loves the aftercare more. The way you hold him while he clings to you, his head buried in your chest, panting as his body jolts with aftershocks. Your soft tender kisses on his head as his hips buck, burying his cock as far into you as he can. Your sweet whispers of praise in his ear, fingernails gently running along his back to soothe his tense muscles.

When he snaps out of it, he tries to take care of you and clean you up, but you insist that he doesn’t have to worry about it. You were there to soothe him after his intense performance, just like he always was there to take care of you when he’s in control.

Some nights you stay like that for a while, bodies together and joined at your most intimate parts. But some nights that are more intense than others you’ll run a bath for the both of you. He loves feeling you behind him, massaging his tense shoulders and working the knots out of his back. Baths with you are one of his happy places. For a moment the world stops, there’s no bad. He can relax, he can breathe, he can just be.

You take a generous amount of time focusing on washing his hair, knowing how much he enjoys the feeling of your fingers in his hair. Your nails massaging his scalp is enough to make him nearly fall asleep in your arms.

Once you’re both ready for bed, Chris will lay next to you and wait (im)patiently for you to ask if he’d like to cuddle. Chris enjoys being the little spoon, so he’ll roll over and wait to feel your arms gently wrap around him. He just adores being babied by you. He’ll whisper soft words to you, wishing you a goodnight while he kisses your knuckles.

In conclusion, Chris is baby. Argue with the wall

#sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matt sturniolo #i need him in a way that is concerning to feminism #sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo headcanon #hcs #headcanon #i am unwell #help #he’s so babygirl

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vivienne-charm · 5 months

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Bro's the type to...

Luffy

⋆ bro's the type to play harmless pranks on you and go back and forth about it

⋆ bro's the type to think of relationship as friendship but more special

⋆ bro's the type to go on a fancy date with you just for food (yes, you're a bonus)

⋆ bro's the type to feel jealous and uneasy when someone is flirting with you

⋆ bro's the type to not know why exactly he's jealous

⋆ bro's the type to be blatant about his love for you

⋆ bro's the type to expect you to explain difficult stuff to him

⋆ bro's the type to ask you to fix his straw hat ♡

⋆ bro's the type to be dramatic if you're ever sick

⋆ bro's the type to realize his feelings for you when he suddenly asked to share his meat with you

⋆ bro's the type to relax in your lap and talk about his personal values

⋆ bro's the type to be your type

Zoro

⋆ bro's the type to always find you first when he gets lost

⋆ bro's the type to expect you to put up a good fight against him (you can't)

⋆ bro's the type to ask you to sit on his back while he does his pushups

⋆ bro's the type to have a soft spot for you

⋆ bro's the type to not let you see the goofy side of his (he fails terribly each time)

⋆ bro's the type to pull you into his arms the second he starts drinking

⋆ bro's the type to compliment you when he's embarrassingly drunk

⋆ bro's the type to notice the little details like a haircut, your new belt, etc

⋆ bro's the type to remember the little stuff you tell him but not remember the big days...like your birthday, you guys' anniversary, etc

⋆ bro's the type to be nostalgic about some events that did not happen?? (they happened in his dreams and he can't really tell)

⋆ bro's the type to be your type

Sanji

⋆ bro's the type to be an idiot in love

⋆ bro's the type to be openly biased towards you by cooking your favorite meal the most

⋆ bro's the type to take care of you with princess treatment

⋆ bro's the type to ramble on and on about you and his love story if someone ever asks anything about you

⋆ bro's the type to get himself beaten than ever putting you in the way of harm

⋆ bro's the type to be sooo perverted until you call him out, then suddenly he becomes a chivalrous guy with elegant manners

⋆ bro's the type to blush like crazy just even thinking about you

⋆ bro's the type to take notes of what you love and regularly gift you those stuffs

⋆ bro's the type to think of you whenever there's a beautiful lady in front of him, so that he doesn't start simping for them (it just kinda works, trust)

⋆ bro's the type to worship your body, your soul, the path you walk...just everything about you

⋆ bro's the type to be such a loverboy

⋆ bro's the type to be your type

Bonus

Mihawk

⋆ Bro's the type to be an oldschool passionate lover

⋆ Bro's the type to take you out on fancy candle lit dinners

⋆ Bro's the type to respect you as a partner

⋆ Bro's the type to pet you like a cat

⋆ Bro's the type to decorate your shared bed with roses and soft lights

⋆ Bro's the type to try and catch you off guard with his compliments just to see your cheeks turn rosy

⋆ Bro's the type to enjoy classical music, as he sips on red wine, and slow dances with you

⋆ Bro's the type to be your type

#one piece #one piece x reader #luffy #dracule mihawk #zoro #sanji #y/n #headcanons

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wileys-russo · 6 months

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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJv9uRjT/

can you write a fic where reader annoys lessi like this while she is trying to order at a drive through for us plsplspls

inspired by the tik tok obviously and also alessia looking good af driving her mercedes

iced coffee II a.russo

you adjusted your seatbelt and tucked one of your knees up to your chest as alessia pulled up to her favourite cafe, which now did drive through. a god send for the blonde who struggled out of bed every morning despite your insistence she wake up or the two of you would be late to training.

it meant it left little to no time for either of you to stop and get a coffee, or make one at home, and so a drive through was the perfect option.

though today neither of you had training, in fact you really weren't sure how you'd ended up passenger princessing for the day alongside your favourite blonde. ring clad fingers drumming the steering wheel her hair was pulled up into a messy bun and her favourite pair of black prada sunglasses covered her ocean blue eyes.

your girlfriend for once was the first awake today, gently shaking you and kissing your forehead, sweet nothings mumbled in your ear as she held you tightly while you slowly awoke. you were startled at the time, not planning to have gotten up until eleven without any commitments on today.

you also hadn't thought you'd be waking up next to alessia given she had two photo shoots back to back today with adidas and oakley. when you'd gone to bed the plan had been she’d be out until around three in the afternoon, and you’d not needed to go with her.

but as alessia’s alarm had gone off and she groggily awoke, seeing you dead asleep beside her was a sight she rarely saw given that she was always the last one up between you.

your nose twitching every now and then you stirred and cuddled into her more, tucking your face into her chest as she swooned, your cheeks flushed and hair sprawled across the crisp white linen, rosy pink lips slightly pursed.

alessia was absolutely smitten with you and so in that moment as her heart soared with love for you, she decided you were coming with her today wether you wanted to or not, the thought of leaving you all alone like this was one she simply refused to bare.

however with your day planned to include sleeping, napping and lazing around on the lounge you were much less appreciative of the early wake up and the somewhat forceful change to your schedule.

"good morning! what can i get for you?" the barista chimed out happily as alessia rolled down the window. “good morning! can i please start with a large skim iced caramel-“ the blonde squealed suddenly as your fingers poked beneath her armpit where you knew she was incredibly ticklish.

“what are you doing?” she whispered as she shoved your hand away with a frown, turning back to the window and rambling out an apology as you poked her again with a grin as she flinched.

“oh my god.” her hand shot out to tightly grip your wrist, pinning your hand down in her lap as she realised what you were up to.

“sorry! can i please get a skim iced caramel cappuccino with an extra shot? and also a regular oat flat white with-?” alessia began to rattle off both your orders as usual.

“baby no I want the same as you.” you nudged her with your foot, desperately trying to pull your hand away from her iron vice grip but it was to no use as it remained pinned in her lap.

“sorry can you please make that two of the large skim iced-“

“actually no i’ll have my regular order.” you changed your mind, not missing the warning glare thrown your way by the very irritated blonde beside you who without having had her morning coffee yet, was running on a thin level of tolerance for your antics.

“sorry no i will have the same as you!” you changed your mind again as alessia was mid way through re-ordering your normal choice. “are you serious right now?” the girl flicked her sunglasses on top of her head and scowled in your direction, a simple action which was unexplainably hot to you.

“sorry i’m a bit lost. could you start your order over?” the barista requested politely and you winced as alessia’s nails dug into your wrist in warning as she hastily rattled off two of her regular orders, still trying to pull yourself out of her grip.

“beautiful. can i get anything else for you? we actually just added a brand new breakfast sandwich to the menu. it has bacon, egg, hash brown, sausage patty and cheese!” the barista recounted, clearly having been told to push the newest item.

“ooo that sounds lovely!” alessia nodded along with wide eyes, her stomach grumbling at the thought.

“ooo that sounds lovely!” you mocked her, definitely loud enough for the barista to hear as a slight laugh was quickly covered up by a fake cough and echoed through the speaker.

you only smiled innocently as alessia shot you a murderous glare, her jaw clenched as she opened her mouth to say something but thought better of it, turning back around.

you licked your finger and when she wasn’t paying attention you shoved it in her ear, jumping away as she reached over and tried to hit you, her fist thumping into the leather head rest of her merc.

“you’re testing my fucking patience.” the striker warned quietly, nostrils flared as once again you smiled innocently, finding her ungodly attractive when she was angry with you.

“will that be all?”

“actually can I get both those coffees with light ice?” alessia remembered how quickly it would likely melt in the warmer weather, hardly wanting to water down her favourite beverage.

“no i want regular ice.” you shook your head as alessia started to repeat that. “no actually light is fine!” you changed your mind, shoving the blondes shoulder and tickling under her arm now she’d let your hands go.

“oh my god.” alessia forced herself to take a deep breath, apologising calmly to the barista and repeating her order back at the girls request. but as you started to interrupt her she lunged at you, one hand grabbing the back of your neck and the other slapping over your mouth.

she managed to somehow get through the rest of the order, thanking the barista and moving forward, taking her hand off the back of you neck to steer.

alessia battering off your ongoing attempts to annoy her, settled somewhat by the fact she would have a coffee and breakfast in her hands soon, eventually collecting everything and pulling out of the driveway, not without giving you another withering glare as you happily picked at your food and sipped on your coffee with a grin.

“you are such a brat.”

#alessia russo #woso x reader #woso #woso fanfics #woso imagine #alessia russo x reader #woso blurbs #engwnt

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rubiehart · 2 months

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went 2 the spa a few weeks ago and wanna write something for jj about it cuz he’s just my man

deciding to take jj on a little relaxing spa weekend, one of obx’s hidden gems, a hotel away from the hustle and bustle, rowdy teenagers and kegger party’s to celebrate valentine’s together. he wasn’t used to it, big fancy hotel, even bigger suite for the both of you, he’d never known such luxury ‘till he met you, kook princess, always ready to share the fortune you were born into without a second thought.

walkin’ into the fancy enterance hand in hand, his shoulders dropped a lil, in his infamous cargo shorts, and a ratty grey t shirt that makes his arms look delicious, but you refrain from kissing all up on his biceps and walk to the reception, polite smile on your face as you confirm your reservation, squeezing his hand when the receptionist gives jj a little sideways look.

noticing the expression of the man and raising your eyebrows at the audacity. “is there a problem?” you ask, smile dropped as the man stumbles over his words, jj looking at the ground with a little smile knowing his girl’s protecting him. “erm- no, of course not ma’am.” and hastily handing you two brochures and keycards for the both of you. jj thanking him and nodding with finality, tight lipped smile on the man’s face and his awkward energy evident as you turn on your heel and head towards the elevators, jj’s hand still in yours.

“just a lil’ kooky, huh?” jj mutters, quoting you earlier in the day when you were assuring him he wouldn’t totally stick out like a sore thumb, as you head into the elevator, hands in his pockets as you check what floor you’ll be staying on, pressing the golden plated button in with your freshly manicured nail and turning to him with a little smirk. “you’ll love it jayj. trust me.” you state, leaning up to cup his jaw and press a kiss to his cheek, making him nod and wrap an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.

he didn’t think he’d ever indulge in the luxury of it but he couldn’t say the same when he was wrapped up in a robe on a sun lounger by the pool, his pretty girl by his side, hand resting on her thigh as his sunglasses sit perched on his head, pushing his hair back just right making you squirm a little each time he looked at you.

having a couples massage together, massage beds next to each other and he swears it’s the most relaxed he’s ever felt, rambling to you about it on the way back to the hotel room, using hand gestures to show you as you nodded along. “it was crazy.. it was like so fuckin’ eupha…” he trails off, thinking off the word. “euphoric?” you chime in as he does finger guns at you with a tut. “you just read my mind, pretty girl.” taking your hand in his and sticking his tongue out childishly when you look at him with rosy cheeks and a smile.

you’re fuckin’ just about anywhere, and multiple times a day, he’d have you ride him on the massive queen bed, watching your oiled up tits bounce in his face from whatever treatment you’d just got, he’d fuck you from the back in the shower, your soaked skin pushed up against the glass walls off the shower, panting as he fuckin’ ruined you like he promised he always would. he could get used to this if it meant seeing you sprawled out for him, wrapped in pretty sets for him at night, hanging off his arm in the day showing every other man there that they couldn’t touch what he got cuz you’re his girl and his only. he vows that he’s gonna be the one to spoil you like this one day, just like you do for him.

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jamespotterismydaddy · 11 months

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Lessons in his Chambers

aegon x reader smut (pt 2 of lessons in the gardens pt 3 here)

TW: smut!!, oral sex, corruption kink, spanking, incest, throat fucking(ish), dacryphilia

word count: 1,589

Perhaps it is a sign from the gods that I shouldn’t be here. You think to yourself as you sit quietly on an armchair in Aegon’s chambers, waiting for him to return home. It is late, very late and you should really be in bed but the ache between your thighs is too strong to handle. The tingling sensation has appeared again and again, growing more prominent each time you think about that afternoon in the gardens three days ago. You squirm in your chair and rub your legs together to try and relieve the sensation but it's to no avail as you wait impatiently for his return.

He may stay out all night. I should just go. You stand up, feeling a bit silly and embarrassed that you waited for so long. At this point, your fatigue is beginning to overcome your desire.

That's when he slams open his chamber door.

“Fuck off Erryk. You’re being fucking dramatic.” He slams the door closed behind him. You suppose that he has been out drinking all night but he does seem to have sobered up on the carriage ride home.

He rubs his temples, grumbling before finally noticing you.

“I’m sorry… you seem upset. I should go.” You try to scurry past him but he firmly grabs you by the arm.

“My little dove.” He raises his other hand to tuck some hair behind your ear. “I think that seeing you is just what I needed today.”

“Really?” You ask, a shy smile gracing your features.

“Oh yes but I don’t think you’re here by accident. Do you need Uncle Aegon’s attention?” He teases you and mocks your pouty face.

“You said to come see you if I got that tingly feeling. I know I shouldn’t have been trying to bother you so late and I tried to take care of it myself but-.” He cuts off your rambling.

“Take care of it yourself?” His eyes are cold and you realize that you may have done something wrong.

“Y-yes.” You look down so that you don’t have to meet his gaze.

“What did I tell you to do when you got that feeling?” He asks scoldingly.

“You said I should come see you but I-” He puts a finger to your lips.

“I don’t need to hear your explanation, little dove.” He shakes his head. “My silly little girl, trying to handle it herself… Do you know what happens when little girls are naughty?” He looks at you quizzingly. “They need to be punished to make sure that they learn their lesson.” He tilts your head up so that you have to look at him. You pout.

“But I won’t ever do it again, I promise!”

“I don’t know if I believe you… Perhaps if I spanked you, you’d learn to come see your uncle whenever you get that tingly feeling, hm?”

“A spanking? But i’m a princess!” You whine a little, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

“Don’t give me that look. I think your uncle has to make your bottom red and sore for being naughty.” He turns you around and removes your cloak, dropping it to the floor which leaves you in your nightgown. He walks over to his couch and sits down. He pats his lap. “Bend over my knee, baby.”

“I don’t wanna.” You look down at the ground, twiddling with your fingers.

“Don’t make me come get you or you’ll get a real spanking and not a play one.” He threatens and so you hesitantly walk over to him and lay yourself over his lap. He takes his time as he pulls your nightgown up and rubs his hand over your ass.

“Why aren’t you wearing any undergarments?” He looks happily surprised by your lack of modesty.

“They went missing last time we ‘played’, uncle.” You say, your cheeks burning.

“What a bad girl you are. What kind of princess comes to her uncle's room so late at night without her small clothes on?” He gives a little swat to your ass and you flinch.

“I’m sorry.” You whine a little as he gives you another smack.

“You know… I don’t think you are.” Another harsher swat this time as your bottom gains a rosy hue. “I think that you like this.”

“No I don’t!” You lie, squirming at the next smack.

“Really? Let's check.” He spreads your thighs and runs his fingers through your folds. He then puts a finger inside of you, an impish grin falling upon his face at the squelching noise. “A liar and a whore.”

“I’m not a… whore.” You whimper as he curls his fingers.

“Oh i’m sorry, my sweet niece. Of course you aren’t.” He coos, taking his fingers out of you which causes you to whine. “Take off that nightgown and kneel in front of your uncle.” He says softly and you rise to your feet, your legs shaking a bit as you drop the nightgown to the floor. “What a pretty girl you are.” He gives a little pinch to your nipple.

“Ow.” You yelp.

“I said on your knees.” You obey quickly and his eyes glaze over at the sight of his naked little niece on her knees in front of him. You look up at him nervously as he gestures at his trousers.

“I don’t know what to do.” You chew on your cheek.

“Sometimes I forget how innocent you are.” He lifts his fingers to your lips, which are still dripping with your arousal. “Here, we’ll practice first. Open up, baby.” You open up your mouth and he pushes his fingers in. “Suck.”

You do as he bids and suck your arousal off of his fingers.

“Watch the teeth. You don’t want to be doing that when those pretty soft lips are wrapped around my cock.” Your eyes widen a bit but you avoid letting your teeth graze his fingers. “Good girl.” He takes his fingers out of your mouth. “C’mon, baby, you know what to do now. I’m not gonna help you anymore, you have to make it up to me for being so naughty.”

You unbutton his trousers and take out his thick cock. You give it a lick.

“Don’t tease me.”

“Sorry.” You say timidly.

You take his dick into your mouth, gagging a bit as it touches the back of your throat. He lets out a low groan.

“Use your hands to help if you can’t take it all.” He advises.

You bring your hand up to stroke the base of his cock as you begin to bob your head. You find yourself pleased by the soft moans he makes. His hand finds your hair, gripping it tightly.

“You’re such a good girl.” You moan against his cock at his praise and unconsciously start grinding yourself against his shoe. He begins to guide you to move faster, his hand in your hair forcing you to pick up your pace. Your eyes well up with tears as he hits the back of your throat.

“You’re doing so good. Taking your uncle’s cock so well down that pretty throat.” He looks down and sees how you’re rolling your hips. “Are you fucking yourself on my shoe, little princess.” You let out a muffled whine. “Dirty girl.”

The sight of your tears as you gag on his cock is enough to send him over the edge as he shoots thick spurts of cum into your mouth. He tugs your hair, pulling your mouth off of him. You look up at him, not sure what to do with the cum in your mouth.

“Swallow it.” He commands and he takes delight in how your face screws up as you do.

“It’s salty.” You scrunch up your nose.

“You don’t like it, baby?” You shrug. He laughs before tilting your head so press a soft kiss to your lips. You can smell the faint scent of alcohol on his breath and taste the copper flavour of his cracked lips as he tastes himself on yours. “You’ll get used to it… now you deserve a reward for being such a good girl. Switch spots with me.” You hop up with a smile, happily sitting in his spot as he takes his turn to kneel in front of you.

“You gonna touch my pearl again?” You ask hopefully.

“Oh yes, but you’re gonna like this even more.” He manoeuvres your legs so that they hang over his shoulders and he licks a long strip up your folds causing you to gasp. “Seven hells, this might be the sweetest cunt I have ever tasted.”

With that, he buries his head between your thighs. Your eyes roll back in your head as you put your hand down to grasp at his hair.

“O-Oh, Aegon…” You let out soft little whimpers as he suckles on your ‘pearl’, he takes pride in the fact that you can’t prevent yourself from moaning. You squirm away a little as he sticks his tongue inside of you and he slaps your thigh, looking up at you.

“Stay still.” He says, his mouth glistening with your arousal.

He gets back to work, lapping up all your juices as you get closer to your peak.

“I’m gonna… gonna.” Your orgasm crashes over you like waves over a rocky shore as the feeling of euphoria fills your body. Aegon presses a kiss to your thigh before looking up at you once again.

“Next time you get that tingly feeling, come straight to Uncle Aegon.”

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#aegon targaryen #aegon targaryen smut #aegon smut #aegon x reader #aegon x reader smut #hotd #hotd x reader #hotd smut

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radioisntdead · 26 days

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I need to see it immediately.

Where is Susan, our grandmother, and we are her grandson/granddaughter

Give this woman love!!! 💗💗

What sweet nonsense is where the reader spends time with his grandmother

Good evening my dear! I am SO GLAD Y'ALL WANT SUSAN CONTENT LIKE I DO, I ADORE Susan, I think this counts as a drabble? Anyways I added a sprinkle of angst, definitely differs from my Susan & child/nibling reader headcanons but we're not gonna talk about that, anyways I hope you enjoy!

Grandma Susan

Warnings!

Cannibalism, and Susan

Down in Cannibal town lived a pair of a cranky old lady and her grandchild,

Her old lady babysitting may or may not have been picked up off the streets grandchild,

You see your grandmama Susan was a MENACE TO SOCIETY, to be fair she earned it, she went through life in the 1800's but that's not an excuse for her smacking people she didn't like with her cane, or cursing them out,

the majority of the cannibal town residents were excused, as they were a tight knit community and Susan was, somehow, respected

only a few unlucky cannibalistic souls were smacked harshly with the cane.

You were dubbed the Susan handler at some point by Rosie so whenever Susan was Susan-ing you were called to calm down your dearest grandmama, it did come with the risk of getting gently smacked with the cane but you didn't particularly mind it, the most you said to do was calm her down and offer to get her some tea and pray that she would quit cursing at random overlords and the princess of hell.

But caring for your elderly grandmama wasn't all chaos and fearing for her life, you did have bonding moments, such as now, your grandmother much like many old people liked knitting, mainly because she could stab someone with the needles if needed, you on the other hand preferred crochet. [Spreading my crochet propaganda]

It was days like this you adored, acidic rain pouring outside, the radio playing some type of classical music, you sat cozily in the couch listening to your meemaw Susan ramble on about kids these days and how back in her day they were more respectful or whatever, or maybe drop lore about how she was involved in supporting woman's rights movements from the shadows, maybe how when she was alive she did this or that while she knitted a throw pillow,

You'd get her nagging at you about how you should hurry up and get hitched, although she didn't approve of anyone for her dear grandchild, secretly afraid of the day you would finally grow up and move away from her, leaving her alone, sure she had the cannibals but they weren't her beloved grandchild,

She'd never tell you that though, but you knew, after all you were closest to her, and frankly you weren't planning on leaving her anytime soon, even if you did you wouldn't go far.

Or the days where you'd cook together bonding over her teaching you how to make cannibal meat loaf, or you grilling a sinner thigh during the summertime outside, with Susan under an umbrella going on about something.

Specifically winter holidays of gifting your Nana Susan something you made like a blanket or something you saved up for like a parasol,

She'd make a comment about it but would use it all the time, after all actions speak louder the words,

She'd give you something expensive that you mentioned in passing about liking, waving off your excitement by saying she got it last minute like it hadn't been hidden in her woredrob for the past two months.

Birthdays with her were bittersweet, they were a sign that you had survived another year in this hell, that you both were growing older and older, how long it had it been since you were alive? You'd bake her favorite cake, pick up pinkie fingers, and get her something nice,

She'd order a cake for you, cursing at the poor employee to make it perfect for her grandchild, she'd buy you a set of pearls or some type of jewelry.

You'd sit down Infront of her rocking chair and place a brush in her hands asking her to brush your hair, no matter the length {unless your bald then I guess she's brushing your scalp? With a soft brush}

You curled into her arms, it was after the extermination, Many Cannibals were lost, friends you had known for ages gone just like that, she couldn't say anything, no snappy comment, no words of comfort, she could only watch as you sobbed into her, the only thing she could do was pat your back until you were smoothed to sleep.

You woke up the next day with warm soup on the stove and a blanket on you with Susan snoozing away on her old wooden rocking chair.

Actions speak far louder then words.

Your grandmother was cranky, grumpy, had zero fear towards death, she cursed like a sailor and she had a soft spot for you,

And you wouldn't have it any other way.

SUSAN SUPREMACY, also I switched around calling her Nana and Meemaw Susan because she wouldn't have just the classic grandma Susan,

Anyways I got one more Susan request and part two of Eldritch horror reader coming up so tune on in for that! Have a wonderful evening everyone!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel susan #susan & reader #hazbin susan

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Task From Heaven

Hazbin Hotel x Angel!Reader

Post Hazbin Hotel Season 1

The reader is an angel from heaven tasked by the Heavenly Courtroom to aid the Hazbin Hotel and its goal on rehabilitating Sinners.

Part 2

You sit on the edge of your bed, admiring the decor and wondering just how much red could be used before it became too much.

The red carpets, bed covers, and wallpapers stare at you.

Apparently not a lot for an angel like you and a lot for Hell. Just another thing you’d have to get used to, alongside the heat, smell, and the people.

A rapid knock comes to your door but before you can get up to answer the knocker bursts into the door instead. You blink in surprise as the princess comes to view, a smile spread across her rosy cheeks.

“Y/N! Hey, so sorry to just bust through in like this but—” she takes a moment to skip in place, squealing quietly to herself. “Ooh, I’m just so excited! To think that Heaven finally sees what I’m trying to do here is just— so, darn, exciting!”

You smile, unsure of what else you could do.

“Oh, sorry!” The princess gasps, bringing a hand to mouth as she takes in your blank expression. “I didn’t mean to ramble. I just wanted to see how you were settling in!”

Your smile turns into something a little closer to sincerity. “It’s very kind of you to give me a room of my own.”

Charlie’s rosy cheeks turns even rosier at the praise. “Oh, it’s the least we could do.” She looks at you for a second, brimming with joy. “I’m just so— so… happy you’re helping out at the hotel. I still can’t believe that Heaven is helping us out.” She guffaws.

“Of course, your highness. Sinners are still human souls, no matter how tainted. It’s Heaven’s responsibility to still treat them with the care we hold for the rest of Father’s creations.”

Charlie’s face flickers, her once joyful attitude turning to something more bitter. The sudden change in emotion makes you tilt your head, but she then takes a deep breath.

“You don’t have to call me ‘your highness’. Call me Charlie! Everyone does.”

You blink. To refer to such a high status individual by their first name? Well, who were you to tell her what she should be called or not.

In a way, Charlie reminds you a bit of Emily. Their insistence on the redemption of Sinners and cheerful attitude draws a lot of parallels that make you homesick.

“I believe that it’s time to introduce everyone to you! Since— you know, you’re now a part of the Hazbin Hotel.”

“Yes, that would be wise. It’d do good to know who I’ll be working with.”

Charlie beams.

Soon everyone is gathered at the parlour, waiting in silence as Charlie begins introductions. Charlie first slings an arm over the long haired woman who glowers at you. “This is Vaggie! Say hi,” she says the last bit towards Vaggie, noticing the scowl on her face and rubbing her cheek against hers. Vaggie noticeably softens at the touch. Cute.

“Hi.” Vaggie says, arms crossing. Her distrust reveals itself through her taut shoulders and hard expression. Charlie chuckles nervously at the tone as she moves on to a man with spider-like features.

“This is our only resident at the moment,” something mournful crosses her eyes. You remember that the other resident is in Heaven and wonder what’s there to be sad about? The sombreness is quickly vanquished, with her face lighting back up at full force. “Angel Dust.”

The man flashes a coy smile and a wave at you. “Heyya, baby.” His expression is flirtatious but you notice that he is just as tense as Vaggie.

“These are Husk and Niffty, employees at the hotel.” The ruffled cat doesn’t even signify you with a greeting except a slight tilt of his head as he gives you a scrutinizing look.

You look for the one-eyed woman that Charlie referred to as Niffty but she is nowhere to be seen, and it’s not because she’s short. Your eyes land on Charlie’s wide eyes when you feel something crawling up your back. A quick glance reveals that Niffty is on your shoulder trying to touch your halo.

“Niffty, no!” Charlie quickly snatches her off your shoulders, flashing you a nervous grin as she hands off the squirming Sinner to Vaggie. “I am sooo sorry, I—”

You put a quiet hand up to silence her and flash her a polite smile. “It’s alright. No harm done here.” Your placating response calms Charlie down just a bit as she turns to the last person who had been standing at the back for quite some time now.

“And this is Alastor, our host to the hotel.” Charlie proudly states, smiling at the other. “Without him, none of this would have been possible.”

Alastor smiles at you, a wide smile that couldn’t possibly be sincere, as he materializes in front of you in a vapour of black static. “What a pleasure to have an angel in our cohorts! To think that Heaven is actually taking an interest in Charlie’s unique dream is bringing me such delight.”

The way his eyes scan over you makes you feel uneasy. There’s a certain calculating gleam that you know that often ends in something sinister. You swallow down your suspicion and give him back a cordial smile.

“And I’m Y/N. It’s a pleasure to be of your acquaintance.” You look to the group. “I hope that we can all get along.”

“Likewise.” Alastor’s voice gleefully crackles in response whilst the others stare awkwardly at you, not quite knowing what else there is to say. Charlie looks on happily.

Introductions have gone pretty great, all things considered.

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Parts:

1 2 3

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin spoilers #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin niffty #hazbin alastor #charlie morningstar #hazbin angel dust #hazbin vaggie #angel!reader #post season 1

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goldengirlls · 2 years

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desire

warnings: 18 !!!! + innocence kink + age gap (readers in her 20's, he's in his mid 40's!!) + breeding kink + daddy kink jewelry fetish + cum play + slight degradation + overstimulation + hand kink + sex tape + exhibitionist

summary: his forever forbidden desire

a/n: here’s your ticket to hell !!! so this is my first time ever writing for him and im super excited to hear what people think !!

The faint paints and whines trembling from his needy lips echoed through the hall, making you stop when you heard him mutter Peach. Curiosity taking over your actions before you had time to think of what was happening you peeked through the cracked door and saw your ex boyfriends dad was getting off to the thought of you. Your thighs clenched together and a moan escaped your mouth before you had time to stop it, making his eyes shoot up and meeting yours.

“What are you doing here, Peach?” Sinister and hungry filled his words. His eyes wandered over your little fucking excuse of your dress, that covered little to nothing.

“I — I — ‘m sorry, I heard my nickname and I thought you —“ Your words made perfect sense in your head but came out jumbled and frantic. “I’m just gonna go and we can pretend this never happened.” You rambled trying to collect your thoughts and legs to take you anywhere but here but where stopped when you heard his voice ring through your ears.

“Peach, come here.” The low husky voice draws you to him.

They mentally undress you as you walk closer to him. Your legs seem to have a mind of their own, carrying you over to stand on the right side of his desk.

“I’m sorry Mr. May-“

“JJ.” His hands coming to rest on your hips, his eyes dark and hungry as he looks at your doe eyes then your fumbling hands.

“I— I’m so sorry, JJ. I — just uh heard my name and thought you were calling me.” Your eyes watch your fingers fidget, trying to look anywhere but the man you played with yourself to at night.

“You did hear your name.” His grip tightens on your waist as he scoots closer to you, eliciting a moan from you. And a smirk takes shape on his lips as he licks his lips.

Your eyes wander around the room, trying to process those five words he muttered. Your body has a mind of its own today as you step closer to him, his smirk grows wider.

“Did you like hearing your name falling from my lips?” His leg coming between yours, widening your stance. “Did you see me fucking my hand to you?”

A whimper falls from your lips, as you imagine him fucking his hand to thought of you like you touch yourself to him. Your lustful eyes finally meet him, his cheeks are rosy, hair disheveled and then you notice his cock imprint on his pants.

“Did you like it, Peach?” His voice breaks you out of your train of thoughts.

“Yes.” Her eyes twinkled, filled with lust and astonishment. Straight out of a bad porno but fuck if he cared.

“Yeah, Peach? Wanna see what you do to me?” His voice demanding and desperate as he pulls your body onto his lap, your legs on each side of him and his finger ghosting over your cheek bones.

Your face burns with desire as you hang onto every word he mutters out.

“Peach, you can’t expect me not to be hard when you walk around in short dresses and too small bikinis, that beg for attention. My attention.” Your hips absent mindlessly grind into his cock. His hands gripping your hips, rocking your body harder into his, “Did you like watching me touch myself, princess? I think you did and i’m pretty sure if i were to dip my fingers into the tight little pussy it’d tell me everything I needed to know.”

“Daddy.” Its whiney, needy and something you didn’t mean to fall from your lips.

His eyes darken, “Say it again.” His hands burning with desire squeezing the life out of your hips.

“Daddy.” Your doe eyes begging for him to touch your pussy.

His lips are on yours before you can mutter out another word. He’s pressing you harder into his slacks, as you grind into him he can feel how wet you are groaning into your mouth.

“Can I touch you, peach?” He mumbles into your mouth as you nod your head feverishly.

He has you wrapped around him and has your back on his pool table kissing your soul away. Deliciously obsessed with his desire. His lips everywhere and anywhere on you, needing to taste the sweetness that dripped off of you. His hands push your dress up above your tits and he swear’s not only could he cum at this moment but needed to take a million mental polaroids. A groan leaves his mouth, his teeth gently bite down on your pebbled nipple and his other rolling and tugging on your other. He bites on your nipple making you moan. He needs to mark you. Demands it. His tongue swirling around your nipples — pulling, tugging and most importantly marking you.

“Fuck, peach.” He moans against your nipple, “So pretty and needy for me.”

His eyes search yours one last time for any protest before his hands and mouth leave your body, quick and hungry to remove your thong from your body and spreading your legs apart.

“Did you make this mess for me? Are you that desperate for me to touch me?”

“Yes, daddy.” You whine arching your back and trying to grind his teasing fingers, “All for you.”

The ring traces the outline of your pussy and brushes against your clit, his lips brushing against your thighs and his tongue licking your wet clit. Two fingers plunge themselves into your pussy and moans. His lips suck on your bud, your thighs tighten around him as he becomes territorial. It becomes primal. The whines leave your lips encouraging his tongue. His tongue tracing your name and his, his fingers grow tired but the desire is deeper. He needed you to cum on his fingers and tongue. He needed to know how sweet you tasted — because in his dreams you tasted like heaven.

“ ‘m gonna cum daddy.” Your coil tightening and your mind hazey. Everytime your fingers dipped into your pussy at night you thought of him but you never imagined them feeling this good.

“Yeah? Peach I need you to cum. Bet you taste like peaches. Sweet and juicy. Cum for me. Cum for me so I can fuck you.”

Your hips snap in the air and your legs squeeze around his head. Your hands searching for his hair and pulling it impossibly hard as you cum around his fingers and tongue. He drinks all of you in. Sweet as a peach. Licking his fingers and you clean.

“Good girl.” His fingers brush your peach cheekbones and placing a kiss on your lips, “Can we try something? Can you be a good girl for daddy?”

You nod your head and mutter a yes out to fucked out and still coming down from you high. You hear a beep and tilt your head up and that's when you see the camera. “Need to remember the first time I destroyed you for anyone else, peach.”

You whimper at the thought of him watching this back as he masturbates to you. He walks back over to you, his hands cupping your cheeks and kissing your swollen lips. He has you on your feet and chest pressed against the fabric of the pool table.

“Shh — my sweet peach, no need to whine. Daddy’s right here and he’s gonna take care of you.” He whispers behind you, his cold hands ghost over your spine as he grinds his slacks against your dripping core. “You know I’m always gonna take care of my favorite girl.” His lips press themselves littering kisses around your neck.

“Now I need you to be my good girl and look straight ahead,” he moves your head so you're facing the screen in front of you. “I’m not asking, I’m telling you to watch me fuck you on that screen.”

“Yes sir.” You moan out when his hands grab your neck and bring your sweet lips to his.

“That’s my good girl, peach.”

You hear his pants hit the floor and the rest of his clothes and then you feel it. His cock angry and red. His thumb smears the pre cum around his tip and his tip grazes your clit collecting the left over mess from before.

“Peach?” He whispers in your ear.

“Yes?” You turn your head to look at him.

“You’re mine.” You hear him loud and clear. And with that he slowly sinks his angry cock into your pussy, swearing under his breath muttering how tight you were and that he was in heaven. He continues his slow movements until your pussys hugging his cock. JJ swears he’s never felt anything so tight and needy. The moans and sounds he pulls from your body are pornographic. This was his new favorite movie.

“Fuck Peach —did my son not fuck you enough?” He moaned fucking into your deeper and brushing your g’spot, his arm wrapping around you to bring your back to his chest and his fingers work your clit.

“He - we fuck daddy right there. He wouldn’t touch me down there.” You whine out and for a moment he stops his hips, his fingers graze your jawline admiring the state you were in — cock drunk and beautiful.

It’s like a switch flipped. He becomes primal. His urge to fill you up with his cum is feral — just like the obsessed look in his eyes. He needed you to cum again so he could cum and fill you up over and over again. He needed to feel you clench around his cock demanding him let you cum. He wanted to watch you beg and whine for him.

“Why.” His hips snap roughly, one hand rolling your nipples between his fingers, his hands smearing the mess on your clit from earlier. His desire consuming his body.

“Because— because I only wanted you to touch me.” Those words music to his ears, “ I — can I cum?” You piece words together that seem more like syllables. Your mind hazy and jumbled.

“Peach, be a good girl and cum for me.” His pace sloppy, looking for his release but not before you. He could cum at the thought of him being the only Maybank to fuck you. The thought of you allowing him to videotape you. But most importantly he’s gonna cum because he can feel you squeezing the life out of him before you cum around his cock whining his name.

“Fuck ‘m cumming.” He grunts, your body flush against his as he fills you up, fucking all of his cum deep inside you. You two stay like that for a moment until he slowly pulls himself out only to have you whine already feeling empty without him.

He grabs his shirt, placing it on you, turning you towards him. His hands wander around your cheeks, brushing your puffy lips and your hooded eyes follow his movements with every move he makes. He presses his forehead against yours, noses brushing and the smell of you two lingering in the air.

“I meant what I said.” His voice horse and needy, “You’re mine, Peach.”

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