#it's like my inner secrets have been exposed

[mrs-weasley-reid]

secret's out

Aaron Hotchner x bau!liaisonreader

Summary: Aaron takes an urgent trip to your office.

Warning: pls MDNI! 18+, oral sex (f receiving)

A/N: the way i was fixated on this idea for the entire year last year (and crawling back to it)...

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A squeal passed your lips as your soul nearly jumped out of your body. Your boss, Aaron Hotchner, barged into your office with such urgency you thought someone had died, forcing a hiccup to bounce in your throat.

Your eyebrows drew together with your mouth slightly agape, "What's happened?" You couldn't help but hear your heartbeat loudly thumping against your chest.

Did a horrible case personally appear their way to his desk? Did someone get shot? Was there an emergency at home? Your mind quickly overheated as you attempted to figure out his sudden advent in your office.

"I need you to come on my face."

"What?!" Your face was both horror and bewilderment, a shade of red painting your cheeks.

You peeked outside your window, leaning against your desk. Thank goodness you had your own office. Had you not been a liaison, the entire bullpen would have its eyes on you.

"Are you out of your mind?!" Your voice was of panic, but you wouldn't deny the hint of excitement that echoed beneath your words.

Of course, Aaron had already thought of that. He had already calculated everything before he stepped out of his office and marched into yours.

Aaron didn't say a word.

Not even a moment to straighten the knot on his brows. He just shut the door, walked around your desk, kneeled in front of you, and started kissing your calves as if they were made of pure gold.

Heat rushed up your neck and to your face. Your breathing hitched at the touch of his trailing lips on your skin. "H-Hotch? Aaron, what—" You may have been shocked and confused, but you didn't stop his movements either.

You didn't want him to.

He slowly swiveled your seat to face your door, slipping under your desk as he continued to adore your thighs. How he managed to fit himself under there was beyond your comprehension.

"Continue working," Aaron directed between hot kisses on your inner thighs, pulling you out of your trance. He rubbed his textured palm on your skin, sparking friction in every bit of you.

His touch hits you like a freezing wind in the middle of January. Familiar and yet new. A simple graze and yet so electrifying.

Your eyes widened.

Did he just tell you to continue working while he was under your desk teasing you?

"Are you kidding—"

The door swung open.

Your head shot up to find one of the agents from the bullpen.

He stood by the door in silence.

You shoved Aaron's face away from your now needy cunt.

For fuck's sake.

At any given time, you would've waited for the agent to speak, but you weren't exactly in the right situation to have your door wide open for everyone outside to see or hear you.

So you spoke first, "Do you—" You swallowed—hard, casually organizing case files as Aaron bunched up your skirt. You couldn't bear to look at the agent in the eye. "Do you need something?"

"I wanted to ask if, uhm, you were," He placed a hand behind his neck, laughing awkwardly, and his face began to turn red.

You were too occupied to notice.

Aaron just started circling your clit with just the right pressure while he covered your inner thighs with stinging marks, fluttering the pit of your stomach—and the center of your cunt.

You bit the inner of your cheek, keeping any moans from slipping out. Is it really torture to feel so good while under someone's—besides the one pleasuring you—gaze? It seemed like one, but felt otherwise.

If Aaron wasn't exposing yourself under your desk, you would've realized that the agent in front of you was the same agent that has been eyeing you for a while.

JJ made sure you knew.

Emily, never let you forget.

And Penelope wanted you to give him a chance.

After a few moments—just enough time for you to release a silent gasp—the agent looked up.

His eyes were filled with courage as if he were about to fight a dragon and you were a damsel in distress.

You're anything but distressed right now, though.

He held his breath, holding his fists tight, "I wanted to ask if you'd like to go out with me for dinner? Or lunch? Or breakfast? Or just coffee? Or anything, really."

Without warning, Aaron lapped on your cunt.

It was different than usual. He pulled a little of the skin above your clit and exposed you more than you already were, directly flicking his tongue on the mass of nerves that sat on your clit.

The pleasure was straightforward and intense. Your toes curled in your heels. You gripped the file in front of you and gritted your teeth as you deeply sighed.

You weren't a profiler, but right then, you suddenly realized why the stoic SSA Aaron Hotchner was devouring you under your desk in the middle of the day.

"I'm sorry," You said gently through a soft sigh. A cover for the moan you badly wanted to breathe out. You looked at the agent with an apologetic smile, "I haven't told anyone, but I'm seeing someone." You lightly smacked the top of Aaron's head as you felt him smirk against your heat.

The agent grew redder, nodding vigorously. "It's okay. No worries. Sorry if I bothered you. Uhm... See you around." He stammered, backing away and out of your office.

When you were sure no one would barge into your office—again—you glanced down at Aaron. You carded your fingers through his dark hair, "That was mean, Aaron," You softly pointed out despite the jolt of your hips onto his face.

Aaron merely shrugged and sent you up to your peak. He was clearly unphased by the effects of his stubbornness. In fact, he made it evident that it was on purpose.

A small part of you wanted to lecture him, even briefly. To assert the little dominance you had over him at the moment. But boy, was he so good at distracting you.

You threw your head back, letting go of the file in your hand as you finally indulged in the pleasure. Your body was on fire, controlled moans desperately drooling off your lips. Whatever trick he was using, you definitely want him to keep at it.

And just as your core felt tight, entering a euphoric daze, Penelope knocked and entered your office with an innocent smile.

You willed your body not to shiver in frustration. You willed your mind not to think about Aaron kneeling under your desk and feasting on you and how your favorite tech analyst just unknowingly edged you.

"Hiyya!" She greeted, "Have you seen Hotch? I need him to sign this." She cheerily waved a manila folder. "I saw him pass by while absorbing some juicy gossip in the bullpen. Thought I'd find him here, but I guess not..." Penelope trailed off as her eyes roamed around your office.

When she finally accepted the seeming fact that Aaron was nowhere to be found, she turned to you with a wide grin. "Anyways, I'll find him one way or another. The goss was too good! Let me tell you about it!" She gushed, reaching for the seat in front of you.

Penelope was about two feet away from the seat when you shouted, "No!"

Shock emerged on her face. You gulped the pornographic sound in the center of your tongue down to the depths of your throat, reaching a handout in a bad attempt to look casual.

"I mean, n-no, I haven't seen him. But I can sign it for you." You smiled slyly, collecting yourself back together again. "My signatures are as good as Hotch's. He doesn't want the team to know because everyone will go straight to me." You felt Aaron's eye roll under the desk, nibbling on your skin.

Penelope grinned, "You don't say..." She excitedly clapped and handed you the folder. "Going back to the delicious goss. Apparently, someone caught an agent getting a visit to town in her office, if you get what I mean." A flicker sparked in her eyes. The thought made her grin wider and wiggle her brows.

Of course, you knew what she meant. You were getting one yourself. But you couldn't possibly say that to Penelope.

So, you purposely raised your eyebrows, "Really? The guy must've been hungry." You giggled, feeling Aaron squeeze your thighs.

"Right?!" She mischievously laughed. "I can't imagine someone keeping their mouth closed when someone is giving them the cunnilingus of their life in their office—" Her voice faded out of your earshot.

The bliss was too much that your hand flew back to Aaron's hair and pushed him closer to your wet cunt, forgetting that there was literally a person in front of you.

Penelope stopped in her tracks, brows furrowing as she noticed the thin layer of sweat on your forehead, "Are you okay?" The genuinity of her tone snapped you back to reality, and guilt began to knock some sense into you.

You laughed weakly, unable to control the contortion of your face. "Just cra-ahh—" You covered your mouth tightly, eyes blown wide as you stared at Penelope. "Just cramps. My... I think my period is coming." You reasoned, hoping she would buy it.

Good news and bad news.

Good news, Penelope was not a profiler. You can lie your way out of this as best as you can, and there's a huge possibility that she will buy it.

Bad news, Penelope has the most talkative mouth you have ever seen in your entire life. She would immediately pass the information that your unit chief was eating you out like a high-end buffet at noon on a sunny Tuesday, and that was how everyone would find out you were dating him.

Talk about a good bureau workplace headline.

"Oh, no," Penelope frowned. "They do go bad for you, huh? I've known of someone who couldn't even walk because the pain was too much." She paused, thinking. "Why don't I grab you some of my happy squishes from my cave? Maybe that'll help? And also cookies and coffee?"

You nodded vigorously, unable to form a word in fear that it would be a horrifying moan.

Penelope nodded as well, grabbing the folder. She told you she would be back in a flash with the best things in the world.

Luckily, she had the decency to close your door, and as soon as it shut, you let a strangled silent moan escape you as you rode your bliss.

You collapsed on your seat—breathless—like a worn-out soldier.

Aaron emerged from under your desk, licking his fingers as if he'd just had the best meal in his entire lifetime. A smirk curled one end of his lips. His chest was burning with pride.

"You're evil," You muttered breathlessly, still shivering from the ecstatic high.

A bright laugh echoed in your office and you wished it could play on a loop.

Aaron gently cleaned the mess he made, "Are you telling me you didn't like it?" He raised a brow at you.

You rolled your eyes.

"No," You admitted, playfully swatting his hands away. "Which is exactly why you're evil. You're very tempting. The apple to my Eve."

"Checks out," Aaron nodded proudly, to which you responded with a laugh mixed with disbelief.

He leaned down to leave a wet kiss on your lips, tattooing his whipped smile on your face.

His loving eyes made your chest erratic as if it was the first time he'd ever kissed you. As if he hadn't just fucked you with his mouth.

Aaron squinted, "And my signature definitely trumps yours."

"But I don't need yours to make a decision." You bounced your brows, looking at him like he was a fool.

You loved it when Aaron rolled his eyes. It was rare and solely for you to indulge in.

"I'll see you later," He rasped in such cunt-throbbing low voice.

What a tease.

You chased his lips to leave a small peck from your own, "See you later, troublemaker." You winked, scooting closer to your desk like it wasn't steaming with your sex under it.

Aaron chuckled, "I like that," He raised his brows with humor, nodding approvingly, "I'll be your troublemaker."

"'Course you are. Always been—well... hmm," You hummed, "You're tied with Jack. He and his magic tricks that he 'magically' learn whenever you two visit." You point an accusatory finger at him.

"Neither confirm nor deny," He laughed, fixing his tie before giving you one last look of adoration.

Aaron left your office high on your cum, lingering on his tongue. A one-day duration good mood. If only the team knew the trick of removing the knot on his eyebrows was as simple—and dirty—as a trip to your office.

Unbeknownst to him, a certain tech analyst was on her way back to your office with a handful of childish toys and a box of cookies and witnessed him emerge out of your door like a buzzed addict.

"Oh my god—" Penelope mouthed with wide eyes.

Secret's out.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #hotch x reader #ssa aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner smut #hotch smut

[yumeka-sxf]

Japanese Linguistic Observations in Spy x Family - part 1

This is a post series I've been planning for a while and I've finally had the time to complete part 1! 😃 I may have mentioned here before that I got my B.A. in Japanese/East Asian Studies, and even though I'm not fluent, I know the linguistics of the language fairly well. So I thought it would be fun to examine the interesting aspects of the Japanese version of the SxF manga that aren't reflected in the English translation. It might also be an informative experience for those who don't know any Japanese to learn a bit about the language through SxF! I'll try not to get too technical with the linguistics and keep my explanations at a beginner's level.

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Part 1 - Twilight's "honne and tatemae"

One of the main themes in SxF is how many of the characters have secrets they want to hide, so they act a certain way in front of others in order to mask their true selves. Japanese has a word for this phenomena called 本音と建前 ("honne and tatemae").

I remember learning about the concept of "honne and tatemae" during my Japanese college studies – a quick google search will yield a lot of publications on the topic and its relation to Japanese culture in particular. While the idea of hiding one's true intentions behind a fake facade can exist anywhere and is not something unique to Japan, it is enough of an occurrence in Japanese culture that there are specific words for it. The Wiki article has a basic but good definition of honne and tatemae, to quote:

A person's honne may be contrary to what is expected by society or what is required according to one's position and circumstances, and they are often kept hidden, except with one's closest friends. Tatemae is what is expected by society and required according to one's position and circumstances, and these may or may not match one's honne. In many cases, tatemae leads to outright telling of lies in order to avoid exposing the true inward feelings.

Sounds very much like the characters in SxF, doesn't it? Twilight especially, because unlike other characters like Yor and Anya, who simply have secrets they need to keep but don't create fake personas for themselves, Twilight does – the cheerful, friendly Loid Forger is a different person from the cold, calculating Twilight after all. Also unlike Yor and Anya, who speak the same way consistently no matter who they're talking to, Twilight uses different speech levels depending on which persona he's using and who he's talking to.

There are many different levels of speech in Japanese, ranging from super formal to totally crude. These speech levels are distinguished mostly by the pronouns the speaker chooses to use for themselves and who they're speaking to, as well as how they choose to conjugate the words they use. For example, 座ってください (suwatte kudasai), 座って (suwatte,) and 座れ (suware) all mean "sit," as in, telling someone to sit down. But the tone being conveyed is different: the first one is polite, the second one is casual, and the last one could be seen as rude if you're not using it with a close friend/family member.

As Twilight, he uses casual speech with the masculine and less polite pronoun 俺 or オレ (ore). This is the speech he uses when talking to a fellow spy like Fiona, and for his own inner thoughts.

As Loid Forger, he uses the polite 敬語 (keigo) speech, which is basically comprised of using the -ます (-masu) conjugation for verbs and the "to be" verb です (desu). He also uses the pronoun ボク or 僕 (boku), which is the standard male pronoun and more polite than "ore." He uses keigo to address pretty much everyone who doesn't know his true identity. When talking to a higher-up like Sylvia, he'll still use "ore" but will use polite speech instead of casual speech.

Anya is an exception to this: with her, he uses his most casual speech, the same as he uses with Franky.

I discussed a bit about this in part 24 of my Twiyor analysis posts, but this could be because Anya is a little kid, so he doesn't feel the need to put on any airs with her (same with Bond, whom he also uses casual speech with).

An interesting side note is that, as a child, Twilight used the pronoun "boku" but then changed to "ore" as soon as he became an adult/soldier.

Another aspect of keigo, besides using the more polite forms of pronouns and verb conjugations, is putting the honorific さん (san) after people's names. Twilight does this all the time with Yor, as she does with him. However, he switches to casual speech and drops the "san" part in her name when addressing her in front of people who (supposedly) believe they're a real married couple, such as Yuri and Fiona – because it would be weird for a real couple who have been married for a year to address each other in such a formal way, especially the husband. In the below panel when Fiona visits them, he's calling her "Yor" instead of "Yor-san" and using casual speech instead of keigo.

Oddly in these situations, while he uses just "Yor" when addressing her directly, he still calls her "Yor-san" when talking about her. During Yuri's first visit for example, he calls her "Yor-san" when telling Yuri how much Anya loves her (talking to someone about her) but then calls her just "Yor" a few moments later when telling her that he'll clean up the spill (talking to her directly). It's strange to me that he wouldn't just consistently use "Yor" whether he's talking to her or about her in these situations...I'm honestly not sure if he does this intentionally or if he just slips up since he's so used to using "Yor-san" in her presence.

*UPDATE* Thank you to @dentedintheworld-blog for enlightening me with the below reply about this!

"In Japanese, when speaking to your spouse's family about your spouse, you address her/him by attaching "san" her/his name out of respect for her/his family. This is also to show her/his family that you respect your spouse. That's why Loid calls Yor with san when he talks about how much he loves Yor to Yuri."

That definitely makes sense for why Twilight switches between "Yor" and "Yor-san" in these situations.

Regardless, this is why the scene in chapter 86 is so significant – when Yor isn't present, there's no reason for him to refer to her as "Yor-san," especially in front of a fellow spy like Fiona who knows he (supposedly) shouldn't have any feelings for her. Yet, even after he just called Yuri by his full name "Yuri Briar" a moment before, he doesn't do the same for Yor and continues to call her "Yor-san" here, much to Fiona's dismay.

In the same chapter, it's also significant that he uses "ore" when addressing Yor directly in his thoughts. Even though he's not speaking out loud, I believe this is the first time he's speaking directly "to" her as Twilight and/or his true self and not as Loid Forger.

But despite all this, I think that both Loid Forger and Twilight are tatemae…they're both masks to hide the person he truly is. The person who fondly talked about his mother to Yor on the park bench, the person who genuinely expressed gratitude for her sacrifice when leaving the resort island, the person who refused to kill Yuri in a life-or-death struggle because he knew it would hurt her…that's his actual honne. But of course, the ongoing conflict of the series is that he has yet to realize this. He won't even show his honne to his closest friend, Franky. Seems like it mostly comes out in dribs and drabs during his interactions with Yor...no surprise there, lol. The man is certainly a work in progress. When he finally starts letting his "honne" show, I'm curious what form of speech he'll adopt.

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Continue to Part 2 ->

#spy x family #sxf #spy family #spyxfamily #loid forger #twiyor #sxf spoilers #sxf manga #sxf manga spoilers #sxf analysis

[ode2rin]

it has become an awful pattern of habit how much itoshi sae always shows up at your doorstep only when he wants to. 

“don’t go out with oliver.”

and here he was again, like a recurring relapse that happens every single time you thought you’re doing better. the kind that hits when you think you're finally making progress, that momentary flicker of doing better before it all crumbles.

and you were. you’re doing good, doing better, but god, does it hurt like hell when he pulls stunts like this.

it was a relentless tug-of-war, a game he played so unfairly, leaving you with no rules, no defenses. you were damn sick of it. 

“really?” the word escaped as a scoff, a blend of disbelief and irritation coating your voice. “you're showing up to my place at this hour just to say that?” 

a drawn-out exhale left sae's lips at your reaction, the scent of alcohol accompanying it—a scent foreign to the sae you'd known. was he drinking? itoshi sae doesn’t drink – or at least the sae you knew would never let a single drop of alcohol taint his flesh. 

“just don’t. he’ll hurt you.”

a bitter laugh escaped you, “you're one to talk about hurting people, aren't you?”

if you didn't know better, you'd mistake the look he shot you for something resembling an apology mixed with regret. but no, you knew that those eyes can never hold such, not for you, not for anyone.

“news flash, itoshi. you don’t have the right to decide who i can or cannot go out with.” 

“don’t i?” 

his challenge lingered in the air, a question not constrained by words but driven by conflicting wills, a daring meeting of gazes that had been evaded until now.

you're so fucking unfair, itoshi sae.

“leave,” you spat, your grip on the doorknob tightened, fingers almost digging into the cool metal. 

“don’t i, y/n? do i not have a right to you?”

“please, sae. just go,” you murmured, eyes squeezed shut, a trace of tears threatening to break free.

“— because you have all damn rights to me that it fucking terrifies me.” 

and there it was.

the vulnerability he so fiercely and stubbornly concealed, laid bare for you to witness. it slipped out like an admission, raw and unguarded.

sae's insides churned as your gaze bore into him, the intensity of it feeling like a searing heat that left him exposed, his thoughts laid bare. it was as if you were looking at him as if he had grown a second head, an incredulity mirrored in his own disbelief at what he had just blurted.

but it’s the truth, a truth etched not in alcohol-induced haze but in the sobering clarity that you, ever loving you, terrified him. 

“you– you terrify me," his words stumbled out, like he was admitting a secret he never meant to reveal. “you’re the first thought that comes to my mind, and the last one before i sleep. i feel you everywhere, your presence, your absence — it terrifies me, y/n.” 

he ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of frustration that echoed the inner chaos he couldn't quite contain. the sting of alcohol just added to the jumble of thoughts, like mixing a cocktail of emotions he wasn't prepared to deal with. 

sae had never been great with handling drinks, and here he was, wearing his heart on his sleeve, a little more vulnerable than he’d intended. 

after all, a body so foreign to alcohol can only handle so much.

and it's ironic how that also applies to sae's acceptance of your love – like a liquor he's not used to, but still very much would like a taste.

he knew he had absolutely no right to show up here; he had no right to stop you from going out with another man; he had no right to claim a part of you, not after he shattered your heart because he was afraid of his own.

he knew that, but itoshi sae is selfish. he wanted you, terrifyingly so. he hoped — prayed, even—no one will ever have you the same way he does. 

and he meant that in the most selfish way possible. because, time and time again, itoshi sae was selfish, even more so when it came to loving you.

“it terrifies me,” he carried on, a touch firmer this time, his gaze unyielding as it held yours, “how much you consume me, and it frightens me even more how much i would let you.”

“then just let me, you stupid asshole.” 

the words burst out of you, a declaration that felt like a leap of faith. your arms instinctively reached out, embracing him as if to underscore your determination. you had caught his confession like a lifeline, and now it was your turn to throw your heart into the mix.

“and you have all the damn rights to me too,” you murmured against his lips.

the truth is, he doesn't deserve you, not in the slightest. but god, you want him to— so bad. and after hearing what he said, you knew he wanted the same thing too.

you wrap your arms tighter around him, and it's like fitting together two missing pieces. you missed this, missed him. no amount of trying will ever relieve the longing. because truth be told, hearts aren't great at playing hide and seek; that much can be seen from the way you’re both holding on to each other.

“i'll love you slowly, until it's not scary, until you get used to it,” you whispered, forehead pressed against his.

in the quiet space between your whispered words, sae felt the world shift beneath his feet. 

love with you wasn't meant to be frightening. love with you wasn't meant to be all-consuming.

love with you, he realized, only needed to be exactly like this— your fingers against his nape, a smile curving your lips, and the assurance in your gaze that promised better times ahead.

“i’ll get used to it.” maybe the words came off wobbly, but he couldn’t care any less now; it was a promise.

“you better.” you let out a chuckle, genuine this time, and it took just one chuckle for sae to realize that everything will be just fine. 

[extra]:

“sae?”

you pull his attention, sensing his wakefulness from the lingering kisses he peppers on your skin. the same man who laid bare his heart to you was sprawled within your sheets, his breathing gentle against your neck.

though his lips stay sealed, the comforting squeeze of your hand relays that he was listening.

“where did you hear that i’m going out with oliver?”

a brief pause, followed by a scoff. way to ruin a moment, sae’s inner voice grumbles at the timing of your question. why bring up another guy's name now, especially when he's shirtless and right above you? the nerve.

“doesn’t matter.” he dismisses your question. 

yet, there's something oddly satisfying about riling up the usually composed sae, it’s one of your life’s greatest pleasures. and so, you press on, unable to resist the urge to tease. 

“come on, now. i want to know what made my cold and grumpy sae to show up at my door at 2 am, professing that i terrify him,” you pushed, meeting his irritated glare with an arched brow. “— and don’t give me that look. those were your words, not mine!”

tch. he clicks his tongue, fully aware you won't let him live down his confession. “got it from shidou. he told me right before asking me to drink with him.”

as those words escape sae’s lips, you burst into laughter, leaving him to wonder if he broke you with last night's late-night affection.

“what’s so funny?” he raises an eyebrow at your sudden outburst.

“shidou tricked you into drinking with him, love. i turned down oliver without a second thought. we didn't even get close to going on a date,” you playfully reveal, your grin growing. “i kind of mentioned that to shidou. we share gossip occasionally, you know.”

sae froze at what you said, and he didn’t need no damn mirror to see that he was turning red from the embarrassment and realization that he had been lured to drink.

“i’ll kill him.”

“and i’ll thank him.” may shidou get all the dopamine he so cunningly desires. 

note. i also don't know what this is so don't look at me now :P i'm throwing tomatoes at myself

#☁️ my ode to you #itoshi sae x reader #itoshi sae #itoshi sae x y/n #blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #itoshi sae fluff #bllk x reader #bllk imagines #sae itoshi x reader #sae itoshi #itoshi sae angst #blue lock angst

[perpetual-stories]

Eight Strategies for Improving Dialogue in Your Writing

Well, hi! Oh my… wow! It’s been a long time since I’ve posted! I’ve been very busy and I am genuinely sorry to all my followers, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten about this account, but here is one final post for the year!

Hopefully next year I become consistent with it again!

Let’s begin!

One of the best ways to help a reader connect with your writing is by crafting excellent dialogue. Use these tips to learn how to write dialogue that showcases character development, defines your characters’ voices, and hooks readers.

Why Use Dialogue?

Good dialogue performs all sorts of functions in fiction writing. It defines your characters’ voices, establishes their speech patterns, exposes the inner emotions, and showcases their character development. Beyond mere characterization, effective dialogue can also establish the setting and time period of your story and reveal information in a way that doesn’t feel overly expository.

Authors use lines of dialogue to reveal a character’s personality and express their point of view. For instance, an archetypal football coach might speak in short, terse sentences peppered with exclamation points and quotations from famous war generals. By contrast, a nebbish lover with a broken heart might drone on endlessly to his therapist or best friend, speaking in run-on sentences that circle around his true motivations. When an author can reveal character traits through dialogue, it cuts down on exposition and makes a story flow briskly.

Eight Writing Tips for Improving Dialogue

The first time you write dialogue, you may find it quite difficult to replicate the patterns of normal speech. This can be compounded by the concurrent challenges of finding your own voice and telling a great story overall. Even bestselling authors can get stuck on how a particular character says a particular line of dialogue. With practice and hard work, however, lackluster dialogue can be elevated to great dialogue.

Here are some strategies for improving the dialogue in your own work:

Mimic the voices of people in your own life. Perhaps you’ve created a physician character with the same vocal inflections as your mother. Perhaps your hero soldier talks just like your old volleyball coach. If you want to ensure that your dialogue sounds the way real people speak, there’s no better resource than the real life people in your everyday world.

Mix dialogue with narration. Long runs of dialogue can dislodge a reader from the action of a scene. As your characters talk, interpolate some descriptions of their physical postures or other activity taking place in the room. This mimics the real-world experience of listening to someone speaking while simultaneously taking in visual and olfactory stimuli.

Give your main character a secret. Sometimes a line of dialogue is most notable for what it withholds. Even if your audience doesn’t realize it, you can build dynamic three-dimensionality by having your character withhold a key bit of information from their speech. For instance, you may draft a scene in which a museum curator speaks to an artist about how she wants her work displayed—but what the curator isn’t saying out loud is that she’s in love with the artist. You can use that secret to embed layers of tension into the character’s spoken phrases.

Use a layperson character to clarify technical language. When you need dialogue to convey technical information in approachable terms, split the conversation between two people. Have one character be an expert and one character be uninformed. The expert character can speak at a technical level, and the uninformed one can stop them, asking questions for clarification. Your readers will appreciate it.

Use authentic shorthand. Does your character call a gun a “piece” or a “Glock”? Whatever it is, be authentic and consistent in how your characters speak. If they all sound the same, your dialogue needs another pass.

Look to great examples of dialogue for inspiration. If you're looking for a dialogue example in the realm of novels or short stories, consider reading the great books written by Mark Twain, Judy Blume, or Toni Morrison. Within the world of screenwriting, Aaron Sorkin is renowned for his use of dialogue.

Ensure that you’re punctuating your dialogue properly. Remember that question marks and exclamation points go inside quotation marks. Enclose dialogue in double quotation marks and use single quotation marks when a character quotes another character within their dialogue. Knowing how to punctuate dialogue properly can ensure that your reader stays immersed in the story.

Use dialogue tags that are evocative. Repeating the word “said” over and over can make for dull writing and miss out on opportunities for added expressiveness. Consider replacing the word “said” with a more descriptive verb.

#writing #writing advice #writing tips #writers on tumblr #original writing

[bangchansdirty-slut]

Can you please do the office meeting fucking "hyunjin x m'reader" please?? I'm begging you! :D

Boss's Request

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Paring: Top!Boss!Hyunjin x Bttm!Assisant!Male Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Hyunjin decides to spice up the meeting after being pent up and teased by you all day.

More: Masterlist

A/n: Requests are open

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The fashion world was abuzz with anticipation as the new Hwang Hyunjin line was about to be unveiled. M/n, the boss's "personal" assistant, was running around like a chicken with its head cut off, making sure every last detail was perfect. Hyunjin himself was pacing the floor, his usually immaculate suit rumpled and his hair mussed. Something was clearly bothering him, but no one could quite put their finger on it. Everyone else was too focused on the new designs and the potential impact they could have on the industry.

Meanwhile, M/n caught a glimpse of Hyunjin stealing glances in his direction every now and then. It was almost as if the boss was… admiring him. M/n couldn't help but feel a blush creep up his neck. He'd been with Hyunjin for long enough to know that look, and it usually meant trouble.

As the final touches were being put on the collection, Hyunjin called M/n over to his office. Once the door was closed and they were alone, Hyunjin leaned against his desk, his eyes raking over M/n's body. "You've been busy lately," he purred. "I've barely seen you. I've missed…" He trailed off, biting his bottom lip. "I've missed my stress reliever."

M/n felt his heart skip a beat. He knew exactly what Hyunjin meant. Their relationship had been secret for months, but it was no secret that whenever M/n was around, Hyunjin seemed to forget about everything else. He was always so focused on M/n, and it drove him wild.

As the two went to the meeting and sat down, M/n could feel Hyunjin's eyes on him, even when he was speaking with the other designers. It was a mix of desire and possessiveness that made M/n's blood race. He tried to ignore it, but he couldn't help but feel turned on by the attention.

The meeting went on, with M/n doing his best to keep his mind on the task at hand. But every time Hyunjin shifted in his seat or let out a soft groan, M/n's focus would slip. It was obvious that Hyunjin was struggling to contain himself, and M/n couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he gave in to those urges.

Finally, midway through the presentation, M/n felt Hyunjin's hand snake its way up his inner thigh. He glanced over in surprise, only to find Hyunjin's dark eyes locked on him. The boss's expression was a mix of desire and possession that made M/n's heart race. Without another word, Hyunjin leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I can't take it anymore. Bend over the table."

Embarrassment washed over M/n as he complied, lowering his body and resting his elbows on the smooth surface. He felt Hyunjin's fingers trace the line of his boxers and pants before they were roughly yanked down, exposing him. The cool air from the air conditioner hit his sensitive skin, making him shiver.

But any hint of modesty was quickly forgotten as Hyunjin's hard length pressed against his entrance. There was no gentleness in the thrust, only a primal need that took control of the boss. M/n let out a gasp as Hyunjin pushed deeper, filling him completely.

Their moans filled the conference room full with employees, drowning out the sounds of the other designers as they presented their work. M/n could feel Hyunjin's hips slapping against his ass, driving himself deeper inside him with each thrust. He arched his back, unable to contain his own pleasure as his boss took control of him.

The other employees shifted uncomfortably in their seats, trying to pretend like they weren't watching the intimate scene unfolding before them. But Hyunjin didn't seem to care; he continued to fuck M/n, his gaze never leaving the other people in the room. He let out a husky laugh as he pulled out, only to thrust back in harder. "See, M/n? They're all looking away. They're afraid of what I'll do to them if they say anything about this. And you? You're mine. You have no reason to be embarrassed."

M/n gasped as Hyunjin's words sent a shiver down his spine. He couldn't deny the thrill he felt, knowing that they were putting on a show for everyone. It was a power play, and Hyunjin was in control. He arched his back, meeting Hyunjin's thrusts with equal fervor. The boss's cock felt impossibly big inside him, stretching him in ways he hadn't thought possible.

"That's it, baby," he whispered in M/n's ear. "Make them jealous. Make them wish it was them up there, taking my cock." With each thrust, Hyunjin's hips slapped against M/n's ass, driving him deeper inside. The boss's hands gripped M/n's hips tightly, holding him in place as he took him roughly.

M/n could feel his orgasm building, the pleasure overwhelming him as he felt so completely owned by his boss. He moaned Hyunjin's name, the sound filling the room as he lost control. His muscles tensed, and he arched his back, meeting Hyunjin's thrusts with a ferocity that left them both gasping for breath.

As he came, M/n felt Hyunjin's own release, felt the hot liquid spill over his entrance as the boss found his own release inside him. Their bodies moved together in perfect sync, the rhythm of their movements mirroring the power struggle that had brought them to this moment.

When at last they came down from their shared high, Hyunjin pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants. He straightened his tie, adjusting his suit jacket before turning back to face the others in the room. His expression was cool and confident, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just transpired.

M/n, on the other hand, felt a mixture of emotions as he tried to regain his composure. His heart raced, his body still trembling from the intense release. He looked around, feeling the weight of the other designers' gazes on him, knowing that they had all witnessed what had just happened. But he also felt a newfound sense of power, of being a part of something bigger than himself.

Hyunjin leaned back against the table, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. His eyes met M/n's, and there was a smug satisfaction in them that M/n couldn't quite place. "Well," he said, his voice still husky from their exertions, "I think that's enough for today. You all have your assignments. Get back to your desks and make me proud."

As the other designers began to file out of the room, murmuring amongst themselves, M/n lingered behind, still feeling the aftershocks of their encounter. Hyunjin placed a hand on his shoulder, guiding him towards the door. "Come on, M/n," he whispered in his ear, "let's go back to my office and discuss your performance today."

#bangchansdirty-slut #boss x employee #office smut #kpop x male reader #bottom male reader #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin x male reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin x you #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids x male reader #male reader #skz x male reader #x male reader #kpop smut

[rieriel]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄

「content」 1.6k+ wc, fem!reader, reader wears heels, established relationship, cunnilingus, edging, praise, fingering, pet names, just satoru putting your heels on 🎀

☆ in which: gojo satoru isn't above kneeling if it means getting to taste you

You should have known it was a bad idea to let Satoru stay in the same room while you got ready for your weekly date nights.

And you should have known that by now, the only thing you're getting ready for is to unravel beneath him.

The man in question is seated on your shared bed, legs invitingly apart, elbows resting on each knee. He watches every step you make, from applying glitters to your eyelids to finally putting on jewelry as the finishing touch. With all the years you’re together, Satoru isn’t particularly ashamed to admit how this is one of the many things he likes doing with you. Shockingly, it’s also one of the few things that could make him go quiet.

He just sits there and watches you, without uttering a single word. To anyone who knows him, that’s as bizarre as cows flying around.

You're ready to go, but the sudden presence of a warm body looming behind you suggests otherwise.

“Satoru,” you warn, feeling his large hands holding you by the hips, his long fingers tracing patterns across the fabric of your dress.

“You look so good in this dress,” he breathes into your ear, “Can we not go, baby, please? Want you all for m’self.”

“I'm all yours,” you affirm, a soft smile playing on your lips from a rather devious idea you thought of.

Earning a satisfied hum of response from the white-haired, you turn around to face him, halting his indulgence of littering featherlight kisses in your nape down to your exposed shoulders.

You place your hands on his neck, chest against his own, and murmured in his lips, “But after we go to this restaurant, please? I’ve been wanting to go there, baby.”

Ah, you used it against him—the pet name and the pleading eyes.

You know better than anyone that he can never say no to that. It's all it takes for your lover to do your bidding in a heartbeat, because it’s no secret how much he was a goner for you. He lets everyone know that as clear as day, anyway. 

“Fine,” he pouts.

Beaming, you plant a peck on his lips, and before Satoru can chase your lips with his own, you release him to turn once again to your vanity mirror.

“Oh, by the way, can you get my black heels for me?”

“The ones I like?” Even with your back turned, you can practically see the bashful smile playing on his lips from his chirped voice.

“Yup. That one, baby.”

Without a minute passing by, Satoru again appears behind you, holding a pair of black stilettos in one hand. You're just about to grab them from him when he raises them above your reach.

“We’re going to be late, Toru.”

“We won’t,” he assures, a boyish grin materializing on his lips. And god, he is so unbelievably handsome in his crisp suit— you're starting to regret insisting on going out now.

“Let me?” he asks, head slightly tilting to the side.

“The straps could be tricky…” you trail off. Satoru doesn’t respond, but he holds your gaze before slowly going down on both knees.

All while still not breaking eye contact with you.

You know what he’s trying, and Satoru knows perfectly well it’s working.

Satoru places the heels in front of your feet and holds your left calf to slide on the left pair. Your dress rises at the slight raise of your leg, making your breath hitch at the sensation of his warm breath grazing your exposed inner thigh.

The sound of your reaction is everything he needed to make the two of you late on that dinner reservation.

As he finishes putting both straps of the heels, you wait for him to stand– your intentions clear on staking claim on his lips as payback. But all expectations were replaced with arousal building up on your center as Satoru nuzzles his nose closer to your navel, sinking inch by inch in height to reach what’s down below.

“You smell so good, baby…” he mumbles, “Let me taste you, baby, please. It will be just a taste, I promise…” you could hardly make out what he’s saying from how muffled his voice is because of how close he’s pressing his face to your front, taking your scent and letting it consume him.

The strongest— on his knees, begging just for a taste. What a sight to behold, truly.

“T-Toru,” you stuttered, “Just a taste,” you gave in, echoing his needs.

All hell breaks loose for Satoru the moment those words escape your lips. He took one more glance from your pretty flushed face down to your feet, taking his time to marvel at you. He loves you in dresses like these— short and easy to access. Not to mention how divine it hugs your tits.

His left hand, once resting in your leg, started making its way to lift the hem of your dress— enough to expose your lace panties that weren't covering much to begin with.

Oh, heavens, pray heed of his greed because there was no getting enough of you. Knowing that you wore this intentionally just for him made his cock throb and his pants to tighten. 

You let out a gasp when your lover started drawing circles on your clothed pussy, going far beyond slowly sliding his index finger back and forth in between your legs, teasing you.

“Satoru,” you hiss, “Do not tease me.”

“But you’re so wet, princess…” he hums before sliding his long finger at your arousal, “All of it for me?”

“Yes —yes, all of it, ‘s for you, toru.”

“Damn right it’s for me. This pussy is f’ me— made just for me.” 

Familiar fingers looped around the waist of your panties, gently pulling it down your knees.

Even though you’re wearing a four-inch stiletto, his face was now perfectly leveled with your pussy. And just before you prepare yourself for what he intends to, Satoru leans in to plant a wet kiss before hungrily delving his tongue in your folds making knees buckle in pleasure.

“Oh, dear god— there, keep me there..” you whimpered. He put one hand behind your right knee for support. Fingers gently tapping against your knees, as if asking you to look at him as he sloppily eats you out. 

“S-Satoru—” 

“Satoru? Oh, I thought I was dear god, baby,” he teases, smirk evident in his voice.

Satoru looked up, tongue still deep in your clit, to gaze at you. He couldn’t help but swallow hard upon seeing how you were slightly gaping with your eyes shut, obviously blissed out. Fuck, you look so pretty.

“Eyes on me, baby,” he whispered, every breath of his words fanning against your flesh, making you shiver. “Watch how good I make you feel.”

He waits for you to look at him before flicking his tongue at your wetness— the action making you instinctively grip on his white mop of hair. Satoru felt your hands aimlessly guiding his head to lap more at your cunt. 

More, more, more— you need him badly. Needy, you grind your hips against his face, strong jaw touching the sides of your inner thighs. 

Satoru knows your body like the back of his hand, he knows you’re close— so he stops, licking his lips to clean your sweetness that’s almost dripping down his chin.

“Don’t stop, toru. I– I’m close, please. Please–”

“Shhh— I know, baby. I know,” he chuckles, “Would you be a good girl and do something f’me, baby? It’s for you, I promise.”

“Anything… anything! Just please…” you plead, almost tearing. So close, you’re so close. 

Satoru was on his knees, but it felt more like you were the one at his very mercy. Every touch, every sigh, pushed you closer to the edge, the brink of a pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable.

“Put your leg on my shoulder and stand firmer. Can my pretty girl do that for me, hm?”

“I can’t, toru– too weak for it..”

“You can and you will, baby,” he interrupts your whine. 

You did as he told, and lay one of your legs over his shoulder as your other stood firmer in heels. You felt one of Satoru’s hands snaking up to your ass, holding you in place.

“See? now, that’s a good girl,” he cooed at you. Deciding you deserve a treat for your obedience, he slides two fingers in your clit– pumping them in and out while his tongue does wonders circling your cunt.

A loud moan escaped your lips, involuntary, as desire pulsed through you. Dazed and breathless, you look down at your lover only to be met with his clear sky eyes looking up at you. His eyes, dilated with need and want— all at once, revealed a hunger you know you will be paying for to satisfy.

“Tell me, baby” he dared, “should I cancel our reservation?”

The only answer Satoru got from his pretty girlfriend was her loud mewls, heavy breaths, and the shivering of hips against his hold. Your cum dripping from your clit straight to his mouth.

That’s better than a yes, he chuckles in thought.

“Yeah. I thought so, too, pretty girl,” he licks his lips before carrying you to bed to continue where you left off.

『 ↳✧･ﾟ minimal proofread! :>

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #jjk smut #gojo x reader #jjk x reader smut #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen smut #night tales ⋆ ★

[stqrgirlie0]

⋆✮theodore nott-pt 4✮⋆

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

you were running out of concealer, and it was showing. the purplish blue bruise less inconspicuous than the day before. theo had no chill when it came to hickeys- even though you guys weren’t official yet, he saw no problem in marking you his. one could say it just happens in the moment, and honestly why would anyone blame him- especially when he had you pressed up against the wall, head tilted back, mouth parted open, eyes closed and your neck and collarbone exposed. he just can't help himself.

it was becoming a daily routine, everyday right after last period you'd walk past the same empty classroom and everyday you'd hear someone whisper your name from behind the door. not very long after you'd be unbuttoning theo's shirt while he picked you up and sat you onto a desk. your fingers would tangle between theo's fluffy curls while his lips littered kisses and hickeys. soft pants from the both of you filled the air, and your were more than glad that theo did his little magic and muffled the room's noise to the outside. the sound of theo ripping your tights made you gasp out loud as you gave theo a light smack on his shoulder, while he muttered a 'i'll buy you new ones.’ soft kisses planted into your inner thighs and as soon as he was on his knees, he got down to business- ate you out like he didn't have breakfast in the morning. euphoric- that's how you felt every single time this man was on his knees, stars were starting to form in your vision. squeezing your eyes shut, fingers gripping his hair and the edge of the desk, you reached your climax and theo was all over you again, fervent kisses with teeth clashing and soft giggles in between.

obviously you guys hadn't been caught yet, but even if you did, i doubt that it would stop the two of you. this whole thing between you and theo hadn't been out in the open yet, so every moment between you two in front of the group was seen as an interaction between two "friends". it wasn't the best thing however it wasn't the worst. the thrill of getting caught and no one knowing egged on both of your antics, but not being able to grab theo and kiss him in front of the girls that cannot keep their eyes off of him, took a lot off self control. then again having this little secret meant that no one could have a problem with it- what they didn't know couldn't hurt them right?

unsettling thoughts would cross your mind so frequently, that you found yourself asking the question 'what are we?’. not dating but talking, talking but not progressing- what the hell was going on. you wanted it to work out you really did, so why didn't he just ask you out? and just like that your wish was granted- be careful what you wish for tho.. it was romantic you'll admit it- the candle, the flowers, the chocolates, the black lake glistening in the moonlight and the warm breezy air blowing your hair. it was literally a scene out of a romcom and you felt like you would literally MELT for the man right then and there. everything was perfect- so why was there still this iffy feeling? i'll tell you why- despite all of this lovey dovey, will-you-be-my-girlfriend stuff, our man Mr Theodore Nott asked to STILL keep it a secret. now why on gods green earth would he ask that? obviously you wouldn’t let this ruin you mood, you were on cloud nine girl!! but that bridge was fast approaching, and you were gon have to cross it at some point.

months pass by, and you've both still kept it a secret, but boy has it taken a toll on your side. keeping secrets, lying, it's never been your thing and you hate doing it to the people you love and care about. was it all worth it, was it worth the lack of energy and excitement? your secret link ups with theo got more frequent over time obviously- and maybe it was just because your friends just didn't hang out with you because you'd always run off, to him, for him. your lack of energy doesn't go unnoticed, and obviously it's brought up. just not in the nicest way. you're accused of not putting any effort into the relationship, and this sets you off-you see literal red.

‘i don’t know what you’re talking about theo.’ you sigh, standing up.

‘i’m talking about the 0 effort you put into our relationship,’ he says pacing across his dorm room and rubbing his temple. ‘every time we get time alone it’s like as if you can’t wait to fucking go back to your friends or some shit, what the fuck is going on.’

‘what’s going on? what’s going on?’ you seethe, walking right up to him. ‘i’ll tell you what’s going on. it’s that i can’t take this fucking secret thing further. there i said it, i CANT do it.‘ you wave your hands up in surrender.

‘so what, that’s it?’

‘i don’t know, do you want it like that? theo we can’t even talk until we’re behind closed doors, it’s like we’re trapped. you say i put no energy and effort into this, but maybe it’s because i use it all up lying and making excuses for us. it’s not working out..’

the argument only ended with tears and slammed doors. nights that you used to smoke with theo on, turned into nights you sat by yourself, leaning your head against the window, accompanied by only your thoughts. every day going to lessons and acting normal was truly a test, especially when theo would still catch you with his longing eyes across the room. it was so hard but you couldn’t give up, you owed yourself at least that much. your heart yearned for the boy, for the way he would brush your hair out of your face, for the way he would look at you- like you were the prettiest girl in the world, for the way he’d play with your hands every time you slept. it was getting harder and harder by the day, and theo wasn’t finding it any easier. he also longed for how your fingers would play with his hair, for how your nails would scratch down his back. so it wasn’t long before the both of you snapped, and there you guys were making out in the corner of the empty corridor. your top two buttons undone and theo’s hands firmly planted at the sides of your waist, lifting your shirt up a bit as his fingers pressed into your skin. you felt his lips slowly travelling to the middle of your neck, your head leaning back against the wall to allow him as much skin as you could. his lips trailed back up again, finding your jawline as he pressed kisses along. the scene caused the majority of the students walking by, to avert their eyes and fasten their pace down the corridor.

i think it’s pretty much official now.

#i think pt 4’s come to a natural ending.. right.. #id like to confirm that there will not be a pt 5 xoxo #because i genuinely would not know what to write, but hopefully you guys enjoyed the (very unplanned) series♡ #lots of love xoxo

taglist: @iamgayforyourmom1510 @lovelyygirl8

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[rosedom]

HAIIII OMGヾ(＾∇＾) D J & X for childe (i am ill) -🕷️

you have summoned CHILDE for the event . . .

A/N : HAII it's been so long omg sweet spider, how are u ??

✦ㅤㅤD = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of his)

childe's not very secretive, with you, and especially not about what he's into, what he likes being done to him—but, this? this is a bit much, he thinks: this being the way he wants to be kept full of cum, always. it's not just in the immediate aftermath—wanting to keep your cock n' cum warm, both nestled deep inside him—, but in the later, too. whenever you pull out of him, he's so, so quick to fuck his fingers back into his lil' cunt, his ass—whichever you came in—and stuff any leaking cum back in. he always whines when you tug away his hands to properly clean him, to wipe him down between his still-shaking thighs, but you've always chalked it up to him being a little bit cock-drunk, cum-loopy: childe, however, knows otherwise.

it'd have to be you to help him reveal this secret of his. fucking up into his cunt all sloppy, a lather of his cum and yours bubbling up around the base of your cock, then pulling out all slow n' sweet as you keep his hips tilted up . . . lubing up a thick plug, dragging it through the mess between his puffy labia to slide in slow, just to keep your cum in him. "be a good boy," you'd have to coo, "and keep my cum warm." maybe you've known this was a kink of his, and maybe you didn't; all childe knows is that it feels good—insanely so.

just don't fault him if you catch him wearing the plug n' keeping your cum warm even hours later, even after your bath, running around your house in nothing but his briefs to keep that plug nestled in deep, keep your cum right where it belongs<3 (though . . . make sure he's not fighting while his cunt's stuffed).

✦ㅤㅤJ = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

childe is simply insatiable: fighting-wise and sex-wise. in the same way his skin always itches for a good fight, his gut burns for your touch, for your hands across him, in him . . . it's only natural, then, that he is quite . . . well-acquainted, for lack of better words, with his body. he touches himself daily, once, twice, three times on more stressful days. you can't even be mad at him, either, because (and besides the fact that it is undoubtedly hot as hell to imagine your adorable ajax playing with himself) it keeps him safe, out of harm's way . . . he can't exactly risk his life when he's got his cock pinched between his forefinger and thumb, can he?

as to how he masturbates . . . mmm. he's not one to tease himself, much: he gets right to the main course, dipping his hand down his coarse happy trail to the tufts of hair atop his mons, fore- and middle finger reaching for his cock. he rubs it dry first, each and every time—the one time he lets himself tease—waiting to get his fingers wet with his slick after the first minute or so of back-arching, dry friction. once he's good and worked up, he'll tease down at his leaking hole, gathering up the slick on his fingertips before he goes back to incessantly rubbing against his cock. just thinkin' about the way his cock'd throb under his ministrations, his empty hole left to dribble out around nothing . . . nghhh. childe's truly a master of his art: from the sword to the bow to his fingers.

✦ㅤㅤX = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes !!)

while he's not normally one to doll himself up under his clothes, childe does prefer to wear hip briefs. their cut allows him far more flexibility than the traditional boxer, and, lucky for you, they are oh-so easy to slip to the side and reveal his cunt . . . the seat of them is wide and covers him well, but all that pale, scarred skin running up his thighs—inner and outer—is all exposed. although there's rarely any lace on these hipsters, the view is still terribly appetizing<33 makes me want to kiss up his inner thighs, all quivering, and lick across his covered hole, suckle on the fabric to taste how he leaks . . .

on the few days where he takes the effort to impress you, to tease you, he'll usually slide on some silken panties with just enough lace trim to tantalize you; imagine dippin' your fingers past the waistband of his pants, your fingertips brushing against that lace . . . he'll pair it with some pretty garters, too, occasionally (but he'll never wear any type of bra/ssiere/lette). he may be swimming in money, but his lingerie is usually relatively cheap—or, at least, cheap by his standards—; he just wants you to tear it off of him before you ravage him head to toe (⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠♪ that is not a crime !

it's kinda difficult to keep all of these from the event in a similar format, 😞😞 but i hope u liked this !!

9 APR. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

#ㅤ✦【 EVENT 】 #i am so ill for childe too >< #alphabet #sub genshin #genshin smut #sub childe #sub tartaglia #fck these harbingers and having two names #childe smut #tartaglia smut #dom reader

[nico-di-genova]

6: “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

Or

46: “Tell me a secret.”

- or any of the ones that inspire lestappen pretty please 🤞😘🥰

6. "Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?" WARNINGS: NSFW, like in every sense of the word

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed,” Max asks nonchalantly as he’s kicking off his shoes, one hand balanced against the wall above the light switch, the other on his hip.

“Besides the obvious I mean.”

Behind him, Charles shifts against the sheets, rolls onto his back and props his elbows up behind him so he can sit up and cast Max an annoyed look.

“I cannot be romantic? I thought you liked my ass, non?”

Max shrugs, “Of course I do, just wondering why it’s out in my bed at three in the afternoon.”

Charles pouts, sticks his bottom lip out, like he is offended his ass is not being better received. Max laughs, leans down to kiss the petulant look off Charles’ face before pulling away and resuming stripping languidly, pulling his bomber jacket off his shoulders like he has all the time in the world.

Charles makes an affronted sound, “Our bed.”

Max feels something flutter in his stomach, smiles in acknowledgement, “Yes, okay. Our bed. That you are naked in at three in the afternoon – with the curtains open.”

Max’s apartment, their home, sits high above the street. A penthouse that costs him too much for how little time they spend in it. He’s not really worried about the neighbors. He just likes to see the way Charles’ annoyance deepens, the press of his lips into a thin line and eyes that flash with obvious irritation.

“I am surprising you.”

“I do not like surprises.”

“I think you will like this one.”

The flight from Milton Keynes to Nice had been exhausting, but Max wasn’t tired enough to miss the obvious teasing, the goading as Charles’ voice lilts heavy with want. He also wasn’t tired enough to deny himself the simple pleasure of his boyfriend’s cock in his mouth.

He drops to his knees at the foot of the bed, hands grabbing Charles thighs until he’s got enough grip to pull the man to him. Until he’s close enough that Max can press a chaste kiss to the side of his knee, his inner thigh where his thumbprint is still fading, working his way upward as Charles’ breath stutters in his throat, somehow obscenely loud in the quiet of the space.

“So is this how you want to spend all of summer break?” Max asks, pausing his exploration of Charles’ body, but not pulling away. His breath is warm against Charles’ skin, the promise of something more with enough edge to make Charles a little crazy with the thought of it.

Teasing him is so fun, maybe the best part of being able to have the man at all. Yeah, the sex is great, but the way he can take Charles apart simply by picking at the exposed parts of him, that’s orgasmic on its own. Charles sounds so pretty when he whines, Max thinks it is probably his favorite noise.

“Because I’m not against it, Charlie. Keeping you here, spread out for me.”

Charles keens.

Max knows if he looked now he’d see a blush spreading across the Monégasque’s cheeks. Instead, he presses his lips back to the soft flesh of Charles thigh, kisses him innocently, and then bites.

Charles jerks beneath him, a startled cry filling the empty space of the room. It is Max’s firm hands on his thighs that hold him down onto the mattress.

“You- you are a menace.”

Max laughs, “You started it.” He licks the spot where Charles’ skin is already turning an irritated red, like an apology.

One of Charles’ hands finds its way into Max’s hair, scratching lightly along the scalp. Max chases the feeling until he’s shifted upward, his attention pulled to Charles’ dick dripping precum against his stomach. His stomach that’s already wet with a significant amount of it.

Max chokes a little on his own spit.

“How long have you been like this, baby?”

He pictures Charles hard and leaking while Max had his final debrief with the team before the official start of break. Pictures Charles whining for him while Max was sipping ginger ale from first class. Not coming, or touching himself, because Max knows what the aftereffects of an orgasm looks like on Charles and none of the signs are there.

“Too long,” Charles whines.

Max glances up at him, finally takes in the flush of his cheeks and his bitten raw lips. The way his pupils are blown wide already, before Max has even touched him.

“Please,” Charles begs.

Max admires his resolve, because he nearly comes in his jeans just from hearing Charles plead. Instead, he takes Charles’ dick in his hand and licks precum from the tip like an apology, while Charles tenses and a cry of relief spills out of him.

It’s a cry that only grows in volume when Max sucks Charles into his mouth and swallows down to the root.

“Fuck.”

Charles’ hand in his hair pulls, instinctively, unthinkingly, until Max can feel the sting of follicle being threatened to be pulled from root. Charles’ fingernails are pinpricks against his scalp. Max presses his tongue to the underside of Charles’ cock, the vein there, just to make Charles pull harder.

“Fuck. Merde. Fuck.”

Max wonders if Italy knows he has their golden boy spewing profanities like water from a fountain. Wonders if the Tifosi realize he can take their predestined apart with just his tongue and a barely there touch of his teeth to Charles’ cock. The empty threat of pain that will never be fulfilled. He wonders if they are jealous, hopes they are.

“Max, Max.”

Max is not a religious man, but he does love to worship at the altar of Charles, so maybe he is not that different from the Italian men to begin with. Charles pants his name and Max thinks it is probably the closest he will get to heaven.

Through his lashes, he glances up at Charles, reverence and adoration written across his features. Charles’ hips stutter off the mattress, his own gaze heavy and hazy when he looks down at Max with open love. Max wants to drown in him. The taste of him, the scent of him, wants to choke himself on the length of Charles’ cock until there is nothing left.

“Unh, I’m-,” Charles cries, before the words get stuck in his throat and he’s gasping out another high whine. His head falls back to expose the long column of his neck. Max is going to leave marks there later, plot out a course to Charles’ mouth simply because he can.

He’s close.

Max pulls off just enough to lick spit and precum from Charles’ slit before sucking back down and letting Charles thrust up into the warmth of his mouth. There is familiarity to it, like Charles is used to making a space for himself in Max’s throat.

He keeps one hand on Charles’ waist, the other splayed across the solid expanse of his abdomen so he can feel when Charles tenses. Charles’ skin is warm, sun-kissed tan against his palm, hot with the built-up need to release.

Max presses against his stomach, hollows out his cheeks, and makes a choked noise just so Charles will feel the hum of it. It sends him over the edge with a cry and Max’s name being gasped to the ceiling like a prayer. The hand in Max’s hair tightens to a fist, holds him down until the warm bitter taste of come stops hitting the back of his throat and Charles’ cock stops twitching in his mouth.

He does press his teeth there then, lightly, just to hear the hiss of oversensitivity from Charles’ lips.

When Charles falls back against the bed, he takes the sharp point of his nails against Max’s scalp with him. Max pulls off his softening dick and a bead of spit follows him. Charles watches through his lashes, until the string of saliva breaks, his lips already curling into a contented smile.

He reaches, lazy hand grabbing at the air, long fingers curling in the empty rays of dusty sunlight, and Max goes willingly.

“A nice surprise, then?” Charles mummers against his temple when they’re curled up together on the mattress. Charles is already running a teasing finger along the waistband of Max’s too tight jeans, dipping just below the denim with a promise.

Max hums, nods, swallows so he can taste Charles at the back of his throat.

“You should be naked in my bed more often, all the time maybe.”

Charles pinches the exposed skin at his hipbone and Max hisses.

“Our bed.”

Max turns his head, angles forward until he can kiss Charles with all the softness and vulnerability he can muster. He feels Charles smile against him.

“Our bed.”

#lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen fic #my fic #something something Max is hozier coded and WOULD worship Charles blah blah blah

[bobgasm]

oral technique | b.f

pairing: robert “bob” floyd x f!reader word count: 1348 warnings: smut, nsfw [18+ only], oral sex, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), bob’s a virgin in this

summary: in which you teach bob how to give head

author’s note:

oneshot | masterlist | ao3

You felt a warmth flourish in the pit of your stomach. “If you want to learn, I can always teach you.”

You lay across the couch, legs in Bob’s lap, a hand of his resting above your knee, the other draped over the back of the couch. A light dusting of colour tainted his cheeks as he looked towards you, embarrassed by what he’d just confessed, and what you’d just proposed. You felt your chest start to rise and fall rapidly, watching the internal conflict he was having with himself as he let his emotions show on his face. A frown turning into what could have been a smirk before he cleared his throat and composed himself.

You could only assume this was how he had been raised, internalizing any and all emotions. He was how men had been raised to be for decades, but slowly you were trying to teach him that he could tell you anything without any judgment. That you wouldn’t reveal to anyone his secrets or make fun of him. Talking to you was a safe space.

And tonight was one of those nights where you had acknowledged the feelings that you had towards each other. Flirting heavily and touching each other as frequently as possible. You can’t remember how you got onto the topic, but hearing that he’d never been down on a woman, let alone been with one, sent your mind into overdrive. There was so much you wanted to teach him, that you didn’t think twice about asking if he wanted to learn.

“I…like you’d give me pointers?” He asked, the hand he had resting on your leg subconsciously sliding further up.

“Like, I’d show you,” you replied, placing your hand over his and stopping it from moving. You wanted to make sure he was comfortable and there was no pressure for him to agree, and making sure his hand stopped where it did was vital. You were turned on and if he asked you innocent questions while his hands had a mind of their own, you’d be in a different situation.

“Show me on what?”

“Me.” The confusion on his face almost broke you. “I’d tell you what to do as you did it,” you elaborated and he nodded slowly.

“What would be the best position to…? What would give me a better angle?”

“If you got on the ground,” you said, your head spinning as he slid onto the floor and sat back on his knees, watching you spin around so that you were facing him. Your legs parted slightly. “God, are you sure, Bob?”

“I’m sure.” He looked up at you with lust-blown pupils. The intensity and sincerity of his eyes made you melt as he placed his hands on your knees and spread your legs so he could settle himself in between them.

You hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your sweats and lifted your hips, only to have his hands replace your own as he removed your pants. His touch searing your skin and making you crave him even more. His hands made quick work of discarding your sweats as you scooted yourself forward so you were half off the couch, feeling so exposed as you set your feet on the ground, legs spread wide and your crotch level with his eyes.

“So do I just…go for it?” He asked and you released a nervous laugh.

“Kiss my thighs,” you instructed him. “You want to build up the anticipation. She’s already going to be wet and wanting you, but you want to tease her. Turn her into putty in your hands…or mouth.”

Bob kissed your thighs as instructed, but left quick pecks rather than sloppy kisses. He was clearly as nervous as you.

“Don’t be afraid to be sloppy,” you told him and he looked up at you, holding your gaze as he licked from your inner mid-thigh to hip. Tongue tantalizingly close to where you desperately wanted him. “Mm, yeah,” you encouraged breathily, running your fingers through his hair. “Most women don’t like visible hickeys, but it’ll drive her crazy if there are ones only she knows about. Like over her breast or hip.”

He got the hint and began nipping at your skin, sucking a bruise into your hip as you arched into his touch. Needing him to touch you more than he already was.

“Play with her while you tease her,” you said, unsure as to how you were still able to form coherent sentences. “Give her a finger to suck on or play with her breasts.”

You closed your eyes and felt a finger trace over your bottom lip. Your mouth opened instinctively as you welcomely sucked the digit. His mouth left sloppy kisses over your lower abdomen.

You moaned around his finger and grabbed his wrist, removing it from your mouth when it was nice and wet. Guiding his hand down between your thighs and teasing your clit with his finger.

“When you go down on a girl you always pay special attention to this little nub,” you said, opening your eyes as his mouth left your stomach. Finding his gaze where you were teasing yourself with his finger. “The clitoris will always be your best friend in pleasuring a woman.”

“I’m so fucking hard,” he cursed, barely speaking above a whisper.

“Good,” you said, groaning as he slipped his finger lower, barely able to restrain yourself from taking him into my warmth. Knowing his finger alone would feel good.

God, there had been nights where you had fantasized about what his hands could do to you, and now one of those fantasies was coming true. Even if you had to teach him.

“Bob.” you moaned. “Fuck, I need your mouth. Lick up my slit.”

You let go of his hand so you could guide his head to where you needed his mouth. Your hands wound tightly into his hair, legs struggling to stay open as you felt the heat of his tongue against your core. Your chest rising and falling rapidly as he tasted you and let a gloriously loud moan vibrate against your center.

“Oh, holy fuck,” you panted as his lips wrapped around your clit as he sucked gently. Your legs closed around his head, only to be forced open again by his strong hands.

You felt the scratch of his stubble against your inner thighs and threw your head back in bliss as he pressed a finger inside you. Your body welcomed the intrusion by bucking your hips against his mouth as his tongue lapped at your most sensitive spot.

“Mm–oh, god! Move your finger. In and out,” you struggled to say. “Make a hook out of it once you’re in. Pl–fuck–play with the spongy wall.”

Bob did as you said and you had no time to feel embarrassed about the sound that just came out of your mouth as he pressed another finger into your core and did just that. Fucking you with his mouth and fingers.

“Bob, yes. Bob!” You moaned, your high building as you held onto his head for dear life, your other hand roughly palming your breasts. “When a woman says she’s close, whatever you do, don’t you f–uh, fuck,– fucking dare change what you’re doing. Y-You want her to come, and trust me, it’s a glorious sight when she does. You’ll want to make her come all the time. Bob, fuck, I’m close.”

Bob hummed against you as you were pushed over the edge. This time he didn’t bother spreading your legs, he let them wrap tightly around his head as your hips rolled against his mouth and your thighs quivered. Your entire body convulsing as he coaxed your orgasm from you while you rode out your high. Continuing to taste you long after you had finished and still suffering from the aftershocks that he’d brought on.

“Fuck, that was…oh my god.” Bob chuckled as you smoothed your hand through his hair, a euphoric grin on your lips. “You taste so good.”

#robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #bob floyd smut #bob floyd fanfic #bob floyd fanfiction #*oral technique

[aemonds-sapphire]

Knowledge

Summary: You arrive at King’s Landing and Prince Aemond Targaryen shows you that some knowledge doesn’t come from books.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW. Bickering. Aegon being a cockblock.

A/N: I like to imagine that Aemond would feel this natural pull towards someone who takes an interest in books, so this is my attempt at exploring that. Hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: The books mentioned are actual existing works in the universe GRRM has created: The Fires of the Freehold and A Caution for Young Girls.

Word count: 1.5k

The first thought that crossed your mind once your stepped foot inside the Red Keep was that illustrations and vague descriptions from visitors didn’t do it justice. It was most definitely a place fit for kings and queens, no doubt.

You had come with your mother and father as guests to King Viserys, but it had been Queen Alicent who greeted you upon arrival.

Aegon Targaryen was introduced first, promptly taking your hand in his with a dashing smile and planting a soft kiss to it, vaguely mumbling he was at your service should you require anything, earning a glare from his mother.

Next was Helaena Targaryen whose kind smile warmed your heart, but whose words took you by surprised when she asked if you had many spiders back home, earning a compassionate smile from her mother.

Last, but not least, was Aemond Targaryen who was ever observant and not quite inclined to introducing himself until his mother asked him to. Twice. Even then, it he uttered not a single word and merely bowed his head at you. His eyeptach was neatly kept in place over the eye he had once lost.

Queen Alicent had a fourth child who was away in Oldtown with the rest of the Hightowers, Daeron.

But as excited as your parents were, you yerned to wander the long corridors that held so many secrets and richness.

So by the time you exited the throne room, you told your parents you were out for a walk.

It wasn’t a lie.

You needed to see it.

Your inner child beamed in anticipation as you strode along the vast halls that led to your destination. Fortunately, your maester had provided you with the exact location.

Heart drumming fast, you halted before a closed door before taking a deep shaky breath.

You gripped the handle and pushed inside with ease.

And there it was.

Sitting atop a vast stone surface, that was framed by countless burning candles, lay the skull of Balerion.

Your eyes took in the overwhelming sight of such an imposing piece of history.

Reaching the edge of the stone slate, you felt the dense warmth that radiated from the candles, wax sliding down and hardening across the surface, creating beautiful and irregular sculptures.

Balerion’s skull was enormous. His teeth stood upright as sharp knives and you wondered how many had met their demise impaled on them.

“What are you doing here?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin, immediately whipping around to see Aemond Targaryen standing a few feet away to your left, arms laced behind his back. “Prince Aemond,” you gasped, stepping away from Balerion’s skull. “I apologise… I… lost my way while trying to find my bedchambers.”

His face was hard to read and silent fell for a brief moment before he narrowed his exposed eye. “It is not wise to roam the castle halls by yourself.”

You nodded, bowing curtly. “Of course, my prince.”

Aemond gave you a long, penetrating look that made you feel extremely bare. “There are seveal trapdoors. You wouldn’t want to end up somewhere… unpleasant,” he drawled out that last word in a low tone.

“I apologise.”

“You do not have to,” he said. “You are our guest.”

His reassurance eased frantic beating of your heart and you felt your chest heave, as you allowed yourself to breathe freely once more.

Aemond Targaryen was undoubtedly intense. You reckoned he would have no trouble having men cower before him with little to no effort.

Tense moments rolled by and as neither of you were inclined to further the conversation, you shifted to face the dragon skull.

Just when you thought the two of you had settled for a comfortable silence, his soft voice was heard, “Balerion.”

“The black dread,” you added with a nod. “It is said that whenever he took flight his wings would swallow entire cities in shadow as he passed overhead,” you paused briefly to see Aemond sliding a hooded look at you. “His fire was as black as his scales and wings, burning so hot it’d turn sand to glass.”

Your passion for dragons and Old Valyria suddenly took over you like a tidal wave. There weren’t many people who’d share the same enthusiasm in discussing such topics, but you figured a Targaryen prince might.

Especially one who had claimed Vhagar. The word had spread like wildfire back then. Even in your young years, you could tell it was a great deed. Prince Aemond Targaryen had bonded with the largest dragon alive. The dragon who had fought alonside the very dragon whose very skull lay in front of you.

But Aemond didn’t look impressed.

In fact, he seemed positively uninterested… bored even.

Feeling overwhelmed by the weight of his unmoving glare and deafening silence, you reached out to touch some of the scalding wax that had pooled around one flickering candle.

“Zaldrīzes iā kraj.”

A powerful dragon.

That caught his attention and his eyebrow arched lightly with newfound interest. “You speak High Valyrian?”

You let out a low chuckle, breaking eye contact with him. “I am not knowledgeable enough to speak it fluently save for a few words I picked here and there.”

From the corner of your eye, you saw Aemond take slow steps in your direction. “And how did you come across such words?” the curiosity in his voice was palpable.

You cleared your throat. “Merchants from the east would share them with my maester,” you replied. “And books.”

It was barely noticeable, but you watched as his eye widened every so slightly at the latter.

You were so entranced with the sudden proximity, you’d allowed droplets of wax to scorch your thumb, causing you to wince in both pain and surprise.

Aemond extended his own hand to toy with the molten wax that ran down in rivers of yellowish white. Unlike you, he was perfectly able to endure the heat as it was expected from Targaryens.

“What books?”

You brought the pad of your thumb to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss in an attempt to ease the burning sensation. “The Fires of the Freehold.”

His eye followed your motion. “You read history books?”

“Why so surprised?”

A side-smile curled his lips. “Have you read the entire book?”

Oh. He was testing you.

“That would be impossible,” you said, inwardly grinning as his eye widened yet again. “Many scrolls are missing, but I have had the opportunity to visit Oldtown and read the ones available.”

“Hmm,” he said, his smile dropping slightly. “My younger brother has provided me with some copies of the scrolls.”

“Daeron, is it? He’s in Oldtown, correct?”

A glimmer of impatience crossed his eye. “What do you make of that book?” he asked instead.

Was he testing you again?

“Well, it is always interesting to take a look at the past and try to understand what might have led to certain events.”

Aemond cracked the hardened wax on the tip of his fingers and nodded. “Indeed. Books feed the mind and provide unmatched knowledge.”

“What books do you read?”

“Mainly history and philosophy.”

Aemond seemed deeply invested in the conversation now and that did wonders to your ego. History holds Targaryens in high regards and whether it’s through fear, respect, or both, the people of Westeros would bend their knee to them.

So having this young prince, whose reputation preceded him, indulge in your interests was surely unexpected, but welcomed.

“It is my understanding that theoretical knowledge must be balanced out with a practical approach,” he said in a low voice.. “If you’re to read a book and not apply that knowledge, then it just stays stagnant in your head, rendering it useless. Would you agree?”

“To an extent,” you said, enjoying how the low flames flickered and were casting orange and yellow streaks along the side of his face. “But I believe certain books are more prone to such approach than others. You cannot take a history book and approach it as you approach a tactical one. Would you agree?”

Aemond snapped a surprised look on you, as if you had uttered a complete string of nonsense. His visible eye never left your face and you kept on glaring at him, wishing you were able to know his thoughts.

“Did I say something wrong?” you asked carefully.

“Not at all,” he said, clearing his throat, and to your relied he sounded amused. “And have you read such a book?”

You shook your head. “There is one I’d very much like to get my hands on.”

His eyebrows shot up as he waited for you to carry on.

“A Caution for Young Girls.”

You spotted a very notorious disapproving look twist his handsome features, which didn’t surprise you. After all, erotic books did get a bad reputation across the realm and would often be banished.

“You’ve heard of it,” you concluded.

“Of course, but I would not indulge in reading such depravity,” he said as a matter of fact.

“It is a book written by a woman,” you said, unable to hide the amusement in your voice. “How depraved can it be?”

“Depraved enough to have lords burning copies across the Seven Kingdoms,” Aemond replied readily.

You shrugged. “Then Lady Coryanne Wylde must have done something right when she wrote that book,” you then turned to him. “If her tales warrant such reaction from men, then it makes it all the more interesting.”

Aemond made a sound that was halfway between a chuckle and a cough. “Surely, you don’t think there is any valuable knowledge to take from that book.”

“I disagree. The practical approach you speak of would definitely benefit from the theoretical one provided in its pages.”

“And what knowledge might that be, my lady?”

“I have only heard rumours, of course,” you said, shrugging once again. “But matters of the body — specifically a woman’s body — are worth diving into.”

Aemond seemed slightly taken aback by your bluntness and you vaguely wondered if you had maybe overstepped the line.

“As much as I agree,” he began, tilting his head a fraction. “I highly doubt a young lady such as yourself would find any use in it.”

You narrowed your eyes. “How can you be so sure? You told me yourself you haven’t read it.”

Aemond stared down at your face. “I haven’t, but my elder brother has definitely flicked through a few pages,” he said with a hint of disdain. “If he finds it entertaining, then I’m certain of the level of perversion.”

“For someone who indulges in the knowledge books can offer, you sound awfully judgmental, prince Aemond,” the words left your mouth faster than your brain could process.

“Not all knowledge comes from books.”

“I disagree.”

He tilted his head and gave you a measured look. “Do you, now?”

“I believe there is always something to be learned,” you said with a nod. “Unless you believe yourself above such knowledge…”

Oh.

Maybe you had done it this time.

But your worry soon vanished as Aemond gave you a curt smile. “Do you think I’d need to read that book if I were to court you, my lady?”

You immediately stiffened and felt a lump form in your throat.

“Do you think you would need to read that book if you were to accept my advances?”

Oh…

The conversation had taken an unexpected turn to say the least and your mouth just hung open.

Aemond had the nerve to chuckle, visibly amused. “What’s the matter, my lady?” his voice was low, but the teasing spoke volumes. “Should I find you a book from our library, so you can seek knowledge to formulate your answers?” he finished with a curt smile as his eye dropped to your lips.

He was standing close. Too close. From that distance, you were able to make out the intricate details of the dragon brooches that lined the length of his leather coat.

Collecting yourself, you gazed up at him and returned a smile. “And what advances would those be?”

He had probably hoped his mocking words were enough to silence you, but two could play this game and Aemond Targaryen would soon get a taste of his own venom.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I would,” you said, tilting your chin up to face him dead on. “Unless you’re all talk and no action, my prince.”

Aemond pinched his eyebrows together, creating two deep furrows between them as he kept his gaze on your lips.

You rode on instict and decided to press him further. “What is it, my prince? Should I fetch you a book so I may have a reply from you?”

He closed the gap between you two in a heartbeat, and then you felt him press his body lightly into yours.

But something else caught your attention through the delicate fabric of your dress.

Oh.

“Prince Aemond?”

You weren’t imagining things.

Oh.

Aemond Targaryen was hard.

You could barely feel it through your dress, but it was definitely there.

“I can see that this conversation is pleasing you,” you said, empowered by the sudden revelation.

Aemond shifted lightly, his head lowering to meet yours, hot breath fanning your skin. “I find it most invigorating, indeed.”

“Are you courting me?” your voice was but a whisper and your chest heaved, pressing into his own.

“Do you need a book to be able to tell that?” Aemond mocked before grazing his lips along your cheek. “Do you reckon that book would inform you how a Targaryen prince courts?”

Your hand snagged his left arm seeking urgent support, eyes fluttering shut as you suddenly felt scared to just breathe.

His lips never fully touched your skin and it was torturous to hold back from the urge to taste him.

“Would it tell you how to get a Targaryen prince hard?” he whispered in your ear, making a point by pressing his lower half further into you.

You truly wanted to succumb to his velvety teases, but suspected he wasn’t yerning for that.

“I got you hard with just words, prince Aemond?”

He said nothing. He only brought one hand to cup your chin, thumb brushing across your lips. There was allure in his silent ministrations, the only sounds you could hear being your thumping heart and his heavy breathing.

The throbbing between your legs was nearly unbearable, specially when you could feel him so willing for you.

“I’m not interrupting something, am I?” an amused voice rang out.

Even though Aemond remained perfectly calm, you sharply turned your head to spot prince Aegon standing across the room, looking positively entertained by what he had just run into.

As if scalded by fire, you tore yourself away from Aemond, straightening the fabric of your dress before bowing. “Prince Aegon.”

When you straightened back, you watched as his eyes roamed the length of your body before shifting to Aemond.

“Oh, brother,” Aegon said, not even trying to hold back his laughter. “Seems like our guest is giving you a hard time.”

Your eyes widened as your mouth dropped open in disbelief, embarrassment gripping you hard.

“Careful, brother,” Aemond said, adjusting his eyepatch. “I will not entertain your idiocy.”

But Aegon’s attention had long since left his younger brother and his gaze was fixed on you, an ear-to-ear smile crossing his face.

“Was it the other way around, my lady?” he asked, still keeping his distance. “Was my brother giving you a hard time?”

Before you could bring yourself to reply, you watched Aemond shift beside you, sending his dagger streaking off in Aegon’s direction in one smooth motion.

The dagger lodged in the wooden wall with a clunk only mere inches away from where Aegon stood.

“You missed,” he gloated with a grin, far too amused for someone who just had a blade flung at them.

Was he… drunk?

“Deliberately,” he said with a wry smile, shifting his weight onto his other leg. “You know I never miss.”

“You can try to deflect as hard as you wish, little brother,” Aegon chuckled, slowly but surely taking a few steps towards the door. “But it still won’t be as hard as your cock is right now,” he finished before slipping through the entrance at lightning bolt speed.

Aemond bolted from your side, chasing after his brother.

In the back of your head you vaguely wondered what historians would make of this and what books they might write on these two Targaryen siblings.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #aemond x you #aemond smut #aemond imagine

[theship-thewalrus]

Avoidance || Benedict Bridgerton

benedict bridgerton x reader

secrets are uncovered as you confront Benedict about avoiding you

word count: 848 words reading time: about 4 minutes warnings: none

It had been some time since you had seen or heard anything from Benedict. Considering you believed the pair of you were relatively close this sudden cold shoulder surprised you. What could cause this sudden change in demeanour? Had you done something? Said something? You could not stop the thousands of possibilities of what you might have done to flood your head.

You had given him space for some time, in the hopes whatever it was would pass and you both may return to normal. But it seemed time had not wavered the cold shoulder you received. Thus, in an attempt to find an answer to your burning question, you confronted the man. No longer would you wait for him to come to you.

"Benedict, wait."

Finding in the crowd of a ball you attempted to confront the man. You deserved an explanation for his actions. No longer being able to live in the dark. Yet, it seemed Benedict was not ready to talk to you. The man weaved through various people that danced or talked. In the word of people, you were determined not to lose him. Twisting through the small gaps between people you followed the man, keeping an eye on where he was walking.

It was not long until you followed him out into the night. The cool air nipped at your exposed skin, forming goose bumps on the skin. Though this cold air would not deter you from your mission. You had set your mind to this and you would not see yourself backing down.

"Benedict, please, just tell me what I can do to make this right."

Your voice was pleading as it carried in the wind as you remained a few paces behind him. Benedict simply strung you along to where ever he desired to go. It was deep in the gardens that Benedict finally decided to stop this little game of chase. Between large hedges, trees and flowers. The sound of the music inside was now fair behind you both, only the faint tune of the trumpet could be heard.

The large moon above you both was the only light that was provided for this meeting in the dark. For a moment you worried about what others would think if they were to stumble across you both. At night. Uncharpored. Alone. You would be ruined. There was so much on the line for you to simply try to get a few words from Benedict and it angered you.

"Tell me what I have done. Please. I can make this right, I swear it. Why have you been avoiding me?"

Your voice was louder than you expected. It shocked you when Benedict whipped around to face you, having half expected the man to simply pretend you were not here. He seemed conflicted. His eyes held an inner struggle. Reaching out like one would a wounded animal, you took Benedict's hand in your own. Carefully running your thumb over his knuckles.

"Speak to me, please" "You have done no wrong. It is I that has wronged you."

His response shocked you. To your knowledge, he had not done anything that could grant you to be upset with him. Was this truly all about something he believed he had done to upset you? It seemed so stupid.

"You have not done anything. I do not understand. Stop being foolish, I-" “Every time I see you, all I can think about is kissing you and I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about that.”

The words that came from Benedict were rushed and strung together. It took a moment for your brain to process what he said as words and then another moment to truly understand those words. Kissing? You? His face was flushed, eyes not daring to meet yours. He has had many flings in the past, all of which he had the confidence of a King. But it was different with you. He did not hold lust in his heart like he did them, but he held love. A pure unfiltered love, that he only carried for you.

"I do not understand? That is why you have been avoiding me? Leaving my letters unanswered? Because you desire to kiss me?"

There was a beat of silence as Benedict struggled to form the words in his mind. You allowed him time to think, and your hand gave him a gentle squeeze.

"It is more than that... I... My.... My mind is completely entrapped by you. Every waking moment I spend thinking of you. Your smile. Your laugh. Your eyes. You have consumed utterly consumed me." "Oh, Benedict..."

Your voice trails up as you inch closer to him. A hand reached to caress his cheek as your soft lips connect with his. You felt his hand wrap around your waist, holding you as though you may slip away. He needed to know you were real and this was not all just a fantasy he had conjured up in his mind. But you were real, this was real, and he could not be more ecstatic.

#benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict x reader #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton imagines

[dxckgrxsonx]

not to be a whore but dick listening to you beg for his cock and fluttering his eyelashes at you with a pout on his lips and going “poor baby, so pathetic” while playing with your pussy but never letting you come 🤩

stop it you're exposing my denial kink!! im ripping up the floorboards. im chewing wires.

**

You shrug off interrogation the same way you brush off a three story fall.

Calculate the trajectory of the descent and throw your limbs into something coordinated, something astonishingly competent. Soften the blow by bending your knees. Move with the punch to avoid breaking your jaw. Twist your joints to slip through the restraints.

People pin you in place and think they’ve won. Only to find out you’ve slotted seven different escape routes into place by the time they’ve asked one question.

It’s hard to back you into a corner and keep you there. It’s even harder to get you to give something up, whether it be a thought, a piece of intel, a desire. Tell you a secret and you’ll take it straight to the grave, not once would you hesitate.

Getting you to beg though?

That should be impossible.

But Dick Grayson has never once backed down from a challenge. And you realise a little too late that this time, you don’t have an exit strategy.

For the first time in a long time, you don’t have anything at all.

**

He barely needs to touch you. Just slides one finger over your aching clit once, twice, and your whole body flinches like a live wire, flexing in the same way you reflectively jolt from a static shock. Your soft, wet pussy tries grasping so desperately for something more, for just one little touch to push you over.

“Hm, I bet if I touched your needy cunt just once more, you’d come, wouldn’t you?” Dick observes, chin resting on your shoulder. He waits for your clit to stop twitching before rubbing his finger over it again. Just once this time and you choke on a whimpering cry when your pussy throbs, the ache bordering unbearable. “I don’t think you’ve ever been this wet before. How many times have I not let you come now?”

Simple arithmetic fails you. The world around you shudders and dissolves, melts right out from under your feet, leaks from between your shaking thighs. There’s no solid ground and you think that if someone asked you to tell them your name, you wouldn’t have a clue where to start.

“Please–I don’t–” You move your hand just far enough to brush your inner thigh, fingers reaching out to touch your swollen, puffy pussy. Dick stops you straight away, clicks his tongue in disapproval. “I can’t–Dick, please. I don’t know.”

He smirks against the bare skin of your shoulder, tilts his head to whisper in your ear, “Oh, so you want me to start at the beginning? You want me to go back to number one?”

“No!” You try, voice smoothing up against the jagged edge of hysteria. “Please–not again. I can’t do it again. Dick…please just—please just fuck me!”

You feel him, hot and stiff against your back. The heavy press of his cock to your skin burns. You didn’t think you could want something so much it physically hurt, but Dick slots himself at the centre of your nervous system, redirects every single stray thought to him. He makes you feel drunk, empties out your head until there's nothing left but this bone deep ache, this need for him to stuff you full.

You’re babbling, nearly incoherent. In the back of your head, you realise vaguely that you’re actually begging. Even further back than that you come to the realisation that Dick is the only one who’s ever been able to make you beg.

It’s a complete power shift and you feel like you’ve fallen and forgotten how to land.

“Please fuck me. Dick it’s not fair–you’re not being fair.” You sniffle, tears bubbling up along your lower lashes. You grind your hips up, try to rock against his palm. “I just want you to fuck me. It hurts so bad. My pussy aches. Please…please.”

Stroking your clit so lightly it feels like nothing at all, Dick reaches for your jaw, turns your head to the side so he can see the tears threatening to tumble down your cheeks. He hums, almost thoughtful, then kisses you, licks into your mouth to taste your desperation.

Your clit swells under the barely there pressure and you whine into his mouth, body shaking itself apart. You’re fighting to get to the edge, pleading for it, drooling for it. But Dick holds you back, each torturous touch getting slower, lighter.

“Please. Baby–please. I can’t take any more. Ohh–please.”

And he stops. Pulls away and leaves your pussy twitching and leaking all over the sheets. Your tears overflow and Dick kisses them away, licks the salt into his greedy mouth and coos, ever so gently at the desperate sob pulling at your ribs.

“Oh my poor baby.” He drawls, something horribly condescending in his voice. “Crying because I won’t fuck you, because I won’t let you come. So desperate. So pathetic.”

**

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x reader smut #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x you smut #nightwing x reader #nightwing x reader smut #nightwing x you #nightwing x you smut #dick grayson fanfiction #nightwing fanfiction #ella writes #asks #answered #birthofvcnus #you've killed me #do u hear me???? #i. am. deadddd #i love u

[zeltqz]

niya … need a gojo drabble from u i cant escape the edits of him and the daddy’s home audio PLEASKEKEKE HES SO FINE

You huff, jamming a hand down your underwear. The feeling of your fingers teasing yourself isn’t the same, it lacks the callouses, the cheeky voice of Satoru, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. It’s been nineteen long days without him with you, having kissed you goodbye over two weeks ago then disappeared without a trace. 

“Someone’s busy today.”

That voice . It sounds just like him, and you freeze on the spot for a split second, then shake the voices from your head, continuing your ministrations. It’s not until there’s a dip on the end of the bed, then you realise that there’s no way your dreams are this realistic. 

“What the—” You blink at the man himself, sitting on the edge of your bed; arms crossed as he watches your hand between your pants slow down. “Satoru?”

He stays silent and just nods his head in acknowledgement. You reach forward and with your clean hand, you poke at his face like he’s a ghost. The whole situation is just amusing to him; he’s amused with the way you freeze up when he snags your hand in his grip. 

“Just because I have white hair, doesn’t make me a ghost, babe.”

“Satoru!” You squeal, practically jumping on top of him. The impact has him falling backwards onto the floor with you above him. You shove the hair strands falling over his face and kiss him deeply, full of longing as he moans into your mouth.

He rolls on top of you, pinning your hands down against the carpet. 

“Missed you so much baby,” he mumbles against your skin as he makes his way down your neck, kissing your chest exposed above your shirt.

“Where have you been?” you ask breathless when his hands slide downwards, shoving your pants off and throwing them across the room.

“You know I can’t disclose that information to you.” He sends you a cheeky smile, one that you want to slap off his face for being so secretive as he shuffles between your legs, spreading them out with his big hands. 

His tongue laves its way into your folds, enjoying the taste of your arousal on his tongue. He eats you out like a man starved, slurping obscenly at your pussy, his fingers digging into your thighs when your hands grab at his hair, scratching at his undercut. 

“Oh my—I can’t—” 

“Yes you can,” he mutters, pulling away to watch as his finger slips inside you.  He fucks your arousal back inside you with each thrust, and you can’t help but clench around him. “Let loose for me, c’mon. I know you can do it.”

Your words are muffled with your spare hand, biting into your palm to stop yourself from screaming as he inserts his longest finger inside you, moving in tandem with the other one. He curls them just right, and you haven’t came this hard in weeks, back arching off the rough carpet.

“You know…” Gojo leans back in to suck at your clit, enjoying the way he can feel you shiver beneath him. “The entire time I was gone, all I was thinkin’ off was this.” 

“Where—” You have to take a moment to catch your breath, unable to finish your sentence without panting. “Where did you go?”

“Can’t tell youuu,” he grins, pressing one last kiss to your clit before dragging his soaked fingers out of your pussy. 

A big hand wraps around your throat, just the way you like it, and he’s pinning you against the ground with his grip. Your lips part open when he brings his two fingers drenched in your wetness up to your lips, easing them sensually into your mouth. Your tongue flicks around his fingers as you make eye contact with him, slowly sucking on them as his eyes sparkle with lust. 

“But it won’t matter now, ‘cause I’m back.”

DADDDYS HOMEEEEEEE HOME FOR MEEEYAYYAYYYYYYYYYYYY

he came back and so did my inner slut

ANYWAYAYAYA

i dont think i ever wrote a drabble b4 omg. my first drabble heyyyyyyyyy

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[quickiesgirl]

Catching Munson - Eddie Munson

Paring: Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson!Reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, Overprotective Dustin, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Blowjob, Vaginal Sex, Creampie

A/N: I've been writing like crazy for Munson because this man has stolen my whole heart! I haven't been able to watch this new season, so please, go easy on me. <3

You walked through the school's cafeteria with your little brother Dustin, heading towards your usual table where all the members of Hellfire were sitting. 

Dustin was a little upset that Eddie Munson was flirting with you this morning after class. You found it adorable how overprotective he was of his big sister. But, he knew from the moment he introduced Eddie to you that he was going to be a big problem. 

You could promise every time he caught Eddie winking at you or eyeing you from across the Hellfire table, Dustin would become extremely irritated.

That's why you and Eddie agreed to keep your relationship a secret because even though Dustin was best friends with Eddie and greatly looked up to him, he’d probably attempt to kill him if he found out his sweet, innocent older sister was dating Eddie Munson, the metal head weirdo, also rumored to be a “freak in the sheets,” by Munson himself when he was conversing with some of the older members of hellfire, trying his best to impress you.

The reality was, before you he did have much experience, besides the daily masturbation sessions he spent thinking about you.

“Just, please, don’t let Eddie flirt with you like that,” Dustin told you as you placed a hand on his shoulder and gave a reassuring smile. 

 “Alright, Dusty. I promise I won't let him.” 

Eddie bit his inner cheek as he watched you walk over. His gaze was glued onto you, subtly staring at your body, especially your exposed thighs. 

You and the freshman sat down at the table, and Eddie shot you a warm smile one that he showed no other person, only you. 

Your heart fluttered as you shot him one back. 

“Hey, Hendersons.” Eddie greeted. 

“Mhm...” Dustin murmured, deciding to play the quiet game with Eddie for flirting with his sister. 

You elbowed his arm softly but hard enough for him to get the point. “Ow-” He looked at you, gawking and groaning under his breath, “Hi, Eddie.” 

“Is something wrong, Dustin? Is y/n beating you?” Gareth joked from across the table, earning a laugh from the rest of the group. 

“No… I'm just thinking.” 

 Eddie sneakily slipped his hand under the table and slid it up to your bare thigh, resting his hand dangerously high, while he continued his conversation with Gareth and the two freshmen who joined in. His hand teasingly squeezed your flesh, making your body freeze as you unloaded your lunchbox. 

Once Eddie noticed Dustin wasn’t in your direction, he leaned in close and whispered, “You coming over tonight, Sweetheart?” 

“Not tonight, Ed’s. I have to watch Dusty.” 

He dramatically sighed and gave you a little pout that made you softly chuckle at his childlike behavior. 

Your mother was forcing you to stay home with your brother while she was having dinner with her friends. She didn't want her sweet, little man to be all alone. 

Later that evening, she came home earlier than expected, so you decided to take your mom's car and lie, telling her that you were going to the movies with Robin, but really, you were heading over to Eddie’s to cuddle and smoke some weed. 

You hopped out of the car, excited to surprise your boyfriend, and went to the front door. You knew his uncle wasn’t home, so you let yourself in using their key under the mat.

 It was like second nature. The two of you became so used to walking in without knocking that Eddie almost got caught one time when he forgot your family was home. Luckily, he ran up the stairs into your room before Dustin and your mother saw. 

You cautiously opened the front door, doing your best not to make too much noise as you snuck inside. You glanced around the living room. There was no sight of Eddie until you looked down the hallway towards his dimly lit bedroom. You could hear a faint rustling noise coming from his room, making your eyebrows furrow with confusion as you slowly took a couple of steps down the small hallway. You heard another outcry of noise and some mumbling that you couldn't make out until you stepped closer. 

“Fuck, Y/n…” Eddie breathly grunted. 

You froze for a second as realization hit you. Eddie was masturbating. You resisted yourself from entering and peaked your head into his poster-filled room, watching as Eddie's dominant hand eagerly wrapped around his length and stroked his cock. He was staring at one of the many naked polaroid photos he’d taken of you.

 It was a picture he took of you before school. You had just woken up, and we're sitting back against the bed, only wearing his hellfire tee, your bent legs spread, giving him a view of your pantieless slit as you gazed at the camera with a small smile. 

Eddie laid there, imagining your mouth was wrapped around his cock instead of his hand, your head bobbing against his cock, taking in every last inch. He tightened his grip just below the tip and tried his best to make the same movements you would as he pumped his cock, feeling pre-cum leaking down his underside and hand. 

“Holy… Christ.” 

The sight made wetness form in your underwear as you watched him, withering from the picture of you, his hips bucking in his hand, letting out little grunts and whimpers. 

You hated to interrupt him, but you badly desired to give the poor boy what he craved, so you slowly stepped into the room and gently knocked on the doorframe. 

“Jesus!” Eddie blurted out, jolting up in his bed as his head swung towards the door in a panic. His eyes widened, seeing you standing there, leaning against the door frame as you stared at his length, which was still clutched in his grip. 

Eddie’s face immediately turned the brightest shade of red you’ve ever seen, “Y/n! W-what are you doing here?” 

“I didn't have to babysit, so I thought I’d come over and surprise you.” 

 He sheepishly let go of himself after realizing and embarrassingly covered up with one of his old blankets, setting your picture aside. 

“H-how long have you been standing there?” 

 “Long enough to know you were thinking about me.” You smirked, eyeing the standing bulge under his blanket that sat in his lap. The sight made your heart jump out of your chest. You yearned to have his cum filling your mouth, make him tremble beneath you as you suck that pretty cock of his. 

 “Want me to help you, Munson?” You asked innocently, walking over to his bed as you pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it across his messy room. 

“Please.” He breathly sighed with relief, nodding eagerly as he slowly pulled the blanket off and watched you unclip your lacy bra. 

Eddie admired your perfect, soft breasts. The sight made his cock ache as his warm pre-cum spilled down his manhood and dripped down his balls onto the mattress beneath him. 

You crawled up and laid down between his thighs. Your fingers gently wrapped around the base of his cock and swirled your tongue around the head. The taste of his sweetened pre-cum spreads around in your mouth. Your lashes batting as you gazed up into the big brown eyes that stared back with lust, listening to him grunt, feeling you tease his pumping veins along his cock. 

 Eddie was already about to explode into euphoria just by watching you part your sensual, slickened lips and roll down his dick and engulf him in wet warmth. 

You pushed your hand down your body and teasingly squeezed your breast, leaving little red marks against your skin as you did. Your throat vibrated around him as you let out a low moan, toying and pinching your nipples. 

Eddie adored watching you suck him off. He loved the way your mouth worked against him, how you knew exactly what he needed, and how your lips grew to become swollen with his cum trickling down them. 

You took his whole length, feeling his pulsing tip hit the back of your throat as his dark brown pubic hair tickled your nose. You began bobbing your head up and down against his cock, mouth moving around him at a perfect pace. 

“Don't stop, sweetheart, I'm gonna cum!” Eddie muttered, tangling his fingers within your hair. 

You hollowed your cheeks around him and rocked your head at a faster speed. That was enough to make him release the built-up tension burning in his stomach. “Mhmyfuckinggod!” Eddie moaned, tossing his head back against his pillows. 

His warm seed spilled out into your throat as his hips rapidly shook from after-shock. Your hand was pumping the base of his cock, getting out every last drop of his sweet tasing cum as you swallowed. 

Eddie slowly pulled his dick out of your mouth and stared down at you with his adorable dilated eyes, his hand reaching down, gently tracing your wet, swollen lips with his thumb as you looked up at him with that innocent-looking gaze.

“Ride it, sweetheart.” 

 Your head bounced and did as you were told. You sat up and unbuttoned your pants, discarding your jeans and panties on the bed.

You crawled on top of him and positioned your knees on either side of his hips, placing your dripping cunt against his tip before slowly sitting down on it, feeling his cock push and fill you perfectly. 

You let out a breathy moan as you put your hands on his chest, fingers clenching onto the fabric of his hellfire tee as your hips began rolling. Your pussy rode his cock, building a faster pace with every upward stroke. 

Eddie watched you on top of him as you used him for your pleasure. Sweat dripped from his bangs that stuck to his forehead. His length hardened from the feel of your warm walls stretching around him. It was driving him wild. You looked like a fucking angel, an angel he was about to ruin. 

He gripped your waist and steadied himself before lifting his hips and roughly driving his cock into you, hitting the perfect spot as he continued pounding into your tight cunt. 

Your tits bounce up and down as you feel your body trembling, letting-out loud pornographic moans that fill the tiny trailer and the sounds of his small twin-size bed squeaking with each thrust as if it was about to break. 

Your powerful orgasm ripped through your contracting cunt, spilling your white milky cum down his length. 

The sensation was too perfect for Eddie to handle. His thrusting hips shook beneath you, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he spilled his warm seed inside you, filling you to the brim. 

Your body slumped over, his chest against yours while the two of you caught your breaths and rode through your highs. 

Cum slowly split down his length and dripped onto the mattress beneath the two of you, marking the bed with little stains.

You were sleepy and still a little dazed after your strong orgasm, and Eddie knew it, so he held your waist, rolled you over on your back, and delicately slid himself out of your warmth. He leaned down, giving you a tender kiss on your forehead, bringing a soft smile to spread across your face. 

 “Let me get you a warm towel, princess.” 

Eddie quickly hopped off the mattress and stepped out of the room, coming back with a clean towel wet with warm water. He cleaned you up and gave you little kisses across your shoulders as he did before throwing the rag across the room and grabbing your waist, pulling you back into his arms. 

“You think your mom would let you stay with me the whole night?” 

“Definitely not, unless you want my mom and Dusty finding out.” 

Eddie paused, really taking a moment to think about it, before letting out a bummed-out sigh, “Yeah, that probably wouldn't be good…” 

You looked down at his hand that was holding your waist and fidgeted with the ring on his middle finger, “... I could make up an excuse that I was too tired to drive home and was staying at Robin’s for the night.” 

“Fuck yeah! We can cuddle all night, maybe smoke some weed, and watch movie before we fall asleep!” Eddie excitedly listed off the things as he smiled widely. 

You lifted and gave him a sweet kiss against his plump lips, sure enough, that you probably weren't gonna make it throughout the movie before falling asleep in his arms from how cozy they were. 

You slowly pulled away and shot him a little smile, “Sounds like a perfect night, Ed’s.” 

-

It was 11:30 am when Dustin rode up to Eddie's trailer at the agreed-upon time. Dustin parked his bike beside the house just as he spotted his mother's car, parked in the driveway. 

His mouth fell open. He knew you took the car and didn't come home last night. 

 Suddenly, you were awakened by a loud pounding on the front door and Dustin shouting from behind it. “Eddie! I swear to God if my sister’s in there…” 

Your body shot up in bed, as did your boyfriend, and reached for the sheets, covering your nude body. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Eddie muttered, running up and across the room, throwing his shirt and boxers on as fast as possible. 

“Why the hell is Dustin here?” You asked, looking over at Eddie for answers. 

“I forgot your brother needed to pick up something.” 

Your hand palmed your face as you uttered profanity.

“Just… Try to be quiet. I’ll try to talk to Dustin.” 

You nodded, watching him run out of the room and disappear down the hall with a pair of jeans slung over his shoulder. 

You could hear the faint sound of Eddie tripping over his legs as he put on his jeans before the sound of his door opening.

 “Hhhhey bud…” 

Dustin stood there with hostility, anger written across his face. He was a concerned brother, and he needed some answers, “Where's my sister?” 

“Y/n? She's- She's not here right now, dude.”

“Eddie, that's my mother's car! She literally took it out last night.” 

“Yeah, I went to the movies and stayed with Robin for the night.” You answered, walking up behind Eddie, fully dressed with a D&D book fastened around your arms, “I wanted to do you a favor, so I picked up the book you're borrowing from Eddie.” 

You gave a small smile and stepped out beside Dustin, handing him the item as he looked at you with a confused expression. Eddie subtly sighed with relief that you were there to help. 

“So you stayed with Robin like… The whole night?”

“Yes, Dusty… Where else would I have been?” 

“I- I guess… Nevermind.” Dustin shook his head and glanced down at the book. 

“Well, thanks again for letting him have that.” You gave your appreciation to Eddie, who stood there, extremely impressed by how fast and believable you were. 

“Y-yeah, of course, at least that book will get some good use.” 

“Why don't you put your bike in the trunk, Dusty. I’ll drive you home.” You said, nudging your brother's shoulder, watching his head nod before running over and grabbing his bike. You turned around, noticing the smirk spread across Eddie's face. 

“See you around, munson.” You teasingly winked, stepping back to the car. 

Eddie put up the phone symbol with his fingers and mouthed, ‘Call me later, sweetheart.’ 

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #dustin henderson #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things 4 #quickiesgirl writing

[katnisspeetaprim]

Late Night Talking

Jungkook/Reader

Summary; Fluff loosely based on the drunk live he did the other day cuz he killed us all with it.

Warnings; established relationships, fluff, swearing, drinking/alcohol, female reader, implied sexual content, (nothing happens) use of noona.

Word count;1136 Masterlist

Jungkook had randomly decided that he wanted to go live...At 2AM, why? You had no idea. He was even doing it without permission, which did make you a little concerned but, what could they really do to punish him at this point?

You didn’t really understand why the live couldn’t have waited till tomorrow, i’s not like he wouldn’t have had time but whatever, plus you were a night owl so you didn’t mind waiting up for him. Not that you had much of a choice either way, considering he had taken over the bedroom.

You were currently sat in the room adjacent to the bedroom, just mindlessly scrolling on your phone as Bam lay next to you. You could hear Jungkook talking and even singing from the next room, you cringed at how loud he got at some points. Hopefully the walls were thick enough so that your neighbours couldn’t hear you. He had been live for over an hour at this point, putting the time at not long past 3AM.

You decided to change tabs on your pone to check up and see what he was actually doing.

‘I have Y/N’s initials in a little heart on my inner arm.’ His tired voice flowed from your phone as he showed his arm. He was showing his tattoos off. This would make ARMY go crazy, you silently chuckled at the thought of them getting what they had been asking for since he first started getting tattooed.

‘Y/N has JK on her for me.’ Your ears perked up at the mention of your name, ‘She also has a little cookie that she got years ago. She’s kinda embarrassed about it.’ He laughed at the last part. Your face heated up as you noticed his chat suddenly speed up after he exposed your secret tattoo.

You groaned as you closed out the app, leaning over to cuddle up to Bam, ‘I’m going to kill your dad.’

Truth is, you were a little embarrassed by the small cookie tattoo on your ribs. You got it not long after you started dating, being the result of a drunken night spent together. Luckily, the two of you had managed to stay together since then, not that it was a difficult task by any means.

Just under an hour had passed since you checked in on him, until you noticed your twitter notifications going more crazy than usual.

‘What the-‘ You were kind of scared to look honestly. Usually when twitter went off like this it wasn’t due to something good, but your face lit up with amusement when you realised what was happening.

(Ignore the time on the tweets)

You had a wide smile on your face as you got up to check on him once gain, Bam not hesitating to follow closely behind you.

‘Kook?’ You slowly pushed the bedroom door open.

‘Ah noona...’ He looked up at you with wide eyes, almost as if he had forgotten you were here. Yeah. He was drunk, you thought to yourself.

‘You ok? You’ve been live for quite a while now.’ You smile at him as you moved closer, Bam way ahead of you, already nestling up against Jungkook who started to scratch his head.

He reached his hand out to grasp your and pull you forward.

‘Come say hi to ARMY.’ Your eyes widened as you realised he wanted you to appear on camera. You swiftly anchored yourself to the floor, not allowing him to move you anymore.

‘Boy it’s pat 4AM! You’re insane if you think I’m getting on camera looking like this!’ You were currently sporting one of Jungkooks oversized t-shirts, using it as a nightgown as it came to your mid thigh, with only your panties underneath, hair pulled into a messy ponytail and face bare. If he were sober, he wouldn’t be so careless to try and get you on camera in your current state of undress, but obviously his judgement was a little clouded right now.

‘You always look beautiful to me though...’ His face dropped slightly at your rejection as yours also softened. Feeling bad, you reached forward and pulled him up by his arm so his face was out of camera view, before leaning in and placing a soft kiss to his lips. As you pulled back, you pushed some of his fluffy hair out of his face before moving to rest your hand on his cheek, him leaning into your touch.

‘I’m gonna lay down in bed, why don’t you come join me soon?’ You tried your best to speak softly to him, in a effort to not be heard by his live stream, but with a quick glance at the screen as you fully pulled away, it confirmed to you that yes, they had in fact heard you.

JUNGKOOK!

Kookie is gonna get some OMG!

Don’t leave us Kook L

Y/N IS A MASSIVE SLUT!

Are we cockblocking JK right now?

OMG guys I cant.....

And so on. You get the picture.

You couldn’t help but laugh as around 10 million people now knew that Jungkook would be getting lucky when he got off live.

He flopped back down in view of the camera, cheeks tinted red with blush at the flood of messages coming in about his sex life.

‘Anyway...’ Jungkook trailed off, trying to change the subject as he once again lay down on his arms, reading the chat.

You laugh to yourself again at how cruel you were to him, but could you push it further?

Before crawling onto the bed you turned back to look at him, causing his eyes to flick up to you. Smirking, you began to slowly lift his shirt from your body and over your head, revealing your naked form to him, with only your lower region covered by a thin pair of panties. You then turned away before laying down on the bed, facing away from him on your front as you played with your phone, just to tease him a little more.

His eyes widened and he sat up a little as he took you in. If he were sober he would have been able to hide his reaction better, alas he was not so now, he was faced with millions of people in his chat, basically demanding to know what he was looking at. He now had to find a way to quickly end the live stream without seeming too suspicious, but that ship had already sailed, as a quick check on twitter revealed to you that #KookieGetsLucky is already trending. You bit your lip as you tried to conceal your laughter.

If he wasn’t already in trouble with the company, then he for sure would be now and it was all your fault. Oh well, worth it.

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