Anon: Hello! First can I say that I adore your account! Absolutely amazing, the flavor is immaculate. Anywho, I hope you’re taking requests...If not, thennnnn ignore this 👀 but could I perhaps request a Host x female!reader (or gender neutral! Don’t matter to me) with prompts: 50, 55, 75, 78, 83, 91, or 93. You can choose which ones 😂 they’re all superb. Anyway sorry for being hella weird. Thank you!!
50) “I only want to please you.” & 55) “Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.” & 75) “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.” & 78) “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.”
I went gender neutral, hope you enjoy! Tweaked the lines a little since Host speaks in third person, but they’re the same otherwise ^_^
Getting in a relationship with Host had in many ways been new territory for the both of you.
It had mostly been about exploring each others boundaries, especially from Host side. It had taken a few weeks before he was comfortable with letting you kiss him, and another few months before you were able to touch his head and face in any way.
But once boundaries had been set, and you both had grown more comfortable with each other, there was no holding back.
Makeout sessions turning dirty is nothing new by now, but you still love every time it happens.
Host has you pressed against a wall in your living room, kissing you slowly, letting his hands wander and squeeze, your own clutching at his coat. You break the kiss, breathless as Host moves to your neck.
“Bedroom. Now.”
“The Host only wants to please you.” You groan, pushing off the wall, letting go of Host’s hand so you can drag him to the bedroom. Host goes willingly, his low narration behind you spurring you on even more.
Once in the bedroom, you start to push at Host’s coat, wanting it off. Host obliges, a slight smirk on his face as he narrates. You get out of your own clothes, laying down on your back on the bed, Host following shortly after. He gives you a brief kiss before kissing along your jaw, moving down to your neck as his hands massage at your thighs, opening them up so he can slot himself inbetween them, hard cock rubbing against you.
You try to pull him up by his shoulders for another kiss, but Host keeps making his way down, planting kisses on your collarbone as he quietly narrates. You whine, and Host chuckles.
“Shh, don’t worry, the Host will take very good care of you.” Host moves, shuffling down so he can plant kisses along your stomach. Getting where he’s going with this, one of your hands go to his hair, the other gripping the sheets.
The first kiss against your arousal makes you let out a little gasp, which soon turns into more as his tongue and mouth moves and suck against your arousal.
You try to move your hips up against his mouth, but he keeps you still with his hands on you. It feels so good, having him go down on you like this. You always love it, he’s so good with his mouth (all his narrating is really good for this apperntly).
The noises that falls from your lips are not at all intentional, but with Host working you over with his tongue and mouth, and the occasional squeezing of your thighs, you can’t help them.
And you know Host loves them, as he has told you so before, but you can also feel him smiles against you as he makes you get closer and closer to the edge.
With his mouth on you like this and the makeout session from earlier, it doesn’t take long before you’re close. You tell Host and he seems to double down on his effort, only briefly taking his mouth off you and looking up as he speaks.
“Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don’t we see how many times the Host can make you cum right now.” Going down on you once more, you can’t help the loud gasp that escapes you as he gets back to work.
Your orgasm is a lot, and Host keeps working you trough it, only moving away when you whine about how sensitive you are becoming.
He plants kisses along your inner thighs as you catch your breath, just minutes later putting his mouth back on you.
Your second orgasm is brought forth by his mouth on you once more, hands keeping your thighs open for him as he works his tongue over you. You shake apart underneath him, yelling his name and tugging at his hair. Host only gives you a brief break before starting up again.
Your third orgasm comes from mostly his fingers inside of you. He works you open with lube slicked fingers as he bites along your inner thighs, narrating the whole time, voice so low you can barely hear it. But you can definitely feel his lips move against your skin, even smiling as you come for him a third time.
The tears on your cheeks come from how good and sensitive you’re feeling. Host moves himself up so he can kiss the tears away from your cheeks as they fall
“You know, you look real pretty when you cry.” Your response is somewhere between a gasp and a laugh as he finally, finally pushes himself inside you.
You grasp at his shoulders as he sets a slow pace, planting more kisses along your neck.
You’re so sensitive, everything is sweet torture. The way he’s moving against you, the way he feels inside of you, the way his lips speak against your skin as he narrates himself fucking you.
It all feels so fucking incredible. And it’s so much.
You can tell it is affecting Host too, his narration every so often being broken up by low moans and groans.
Even with the slow pace, it doesn’t take long for you to come again.
For the fourth time you come for Host, moaning his name as your eyes almost roll back in your head. Host is not far behind, coming inside of you just a few pumps of his hips later.
He’s quick to pull out of you, but doesn’t move off you, still kissing along your collarbones as you catch your breath.
When you’re more present in the world again, you ruffle Host’s hair, shifting a little so you can place a kiss on his temple, just above the edge of his eye bindings. Your next kiss being placed just below it, then on both of his cheeks, then a brief kiss to his lips.
Host gets up so he can get a towel to clean you off with, while you lay on the bed and try to make your legs feel like they’re less made of jello.
Host gets back with a towel and some water, gently cleaning you off while he narrates and you drink the water.
When you’re both done, Host joins you on the bed again. You’re still on your back and can’t be bothered to move, so you pull him on top of.
You fall asleep like that, Host resting on top of you and gently narrating before he too falls asleep.
Anon: Male Reader topping Host? If that’s okay? Thank you!!
MINORS DNI! Hell yeah, ofc that’s okay!
For some reason, today had been one of those days were you just couldn’t stop thinking about Host, and when he had been in the same room, you had to touch him in some ways.
You hadn’t been super obvious about, most of the time it had been fleeting touches to his arm and shoulder, once his knee, but it was enough that you had caught Wilford’s attention. He had wiggled his eyebrows at you, and you had rolled your eyes.
You know Host is aware of your need to touch him today, with that ability of his, so you feel no shame in it. It’s kinda weird to hear your own actions mirrored back at you, but at the same time it’s comforting to know that he was in any way uncomfortable, he could stop you before you did anything. He isn’t much for public affection most of the time, so you revel in being allowed to touch him so openly and casually.
His shyness about public affection is also why you wait until you both are in your room to press him against the wall and kiss him breathless, instead of doing that earlier in the day instead.
You break away from the kiss to kiss down his neck, hands already working on opening his trench coat.
“The Host wonders out loud what brought this on.”
“I don’t know, don’t care, do you?” You bite down briefly on a spor just below his collar, soothing over it with your tongue as Host moans.
“The Host does not care, although he would prefer to move to the bed instead of the wall.” You smile against his skin.
“Bossy.” You tease, letting go of him, pushing his trench coat off. He moves towards the bed, taking clothes off as he goes, quietly narrating as he goes. You undress too, so when Host lays down on his back on the bed, you’re both completely naked except for the cloth Host always wears over his eyes.
Host quietly narrates as you settle between his legs, your hard cocks rubbing against each other briefly as Host’s hand settles on your hips, and you lean on your elbows over him.
You lean down so you can pepper kisses along his cheeks, something that had taken quite a lot of time for Host to be comfortable with, so you do it often now, showing how his trust in you gets him more love and kisses.
You move your kisses to his mouth, brief kisses turning deeper as Host drags your hips slightly forwards, getting some friction.
You only stop kissing him so you can snag the bottle of lube from your nightstand drawer, kissing Host again as you lube up your fingers. You kiss him again and slide your hand down his front.
You let your hand briefly touch his cock, giving him one single stroke before moving further down. One finger pushes in, and you feel Host drawing in a breath.
You move slowly in and out with your finger, kissing him while he gets used to the sensation.
Soon, you add a second finger, moving to kiss his neck instead of his lips. This way, Host can start his narrating again, and you love hearing his voice, especially when you can hear he is having to put bit of effort in not to moan through his sentences.
You shuffle down a little, kissing down his collarbone, down his sternum and stomach, giving a brief kiss to each nipple on the way down.
“Let’s see how hard it gets to narrate if I do this.”
“The Host frowns, about asking what him what he means, when The Host is stopped by the fee-” His narrating stops with a moan as you take his cock into your mouth, adding a third finger into him at the same time.
You gently suck at Host’s cock at first, gradually taking in more as time goes on, working your tongue in tandem with your fingers.
You can tell Host is holding back from bucking into your mouth by the way his thighs shiver. He also tries to close his thighs around you, but you just push at them with your unoccupied hand, making him open them for you.
When you can tell Host is getting close, you pull back, letting his cock fall out of your mouth, your fingers stilling inside him. He groans as you move, so you plant a kiss on his collarbone. If he had eyes behind his cloth, you could imagine them either glaring or pouting at you right now.
“Don’t worry, you’ll come soon enough.”
“The Host says he would be fine with coming now, and then letting you fuck Host until Host got hard and came again.” You feel yourself heat up as you push his legs apart, Host’s hands moving to clutch at the sheets.
“Fuck, sometimes I forget how dirty your mouth can be.”
“The Host simply narrates what is happening and Host’s thoughts, nothing mo- ah!” You gently push in just then, slowly moving forward to let Host adjust.
When your hips are flush against his, you go down on your elbows again, kissing Host as you try to make sure neither of you come immediately.
Host moves his hands to your hip and back, pushing at you and breaking the kiss.
“The Host would like you to move.” You chuckle, kissing his cheek.
“Bossy, but alright.” You start slow at first, just moving back and forth ever so slightly. Barely moving back and forth inside of Host while he narrates it all, and god damn, that’s so hot.
You can’t keep the slow pace for long with how his voice makes you react, and soon you’re speeding up, setting a much faster pace.
Host’s narration turns into mostly moans, with just a few words here and there coming out a mumbled mess.
You switch between kissing him, sucking hickey’s into his skin, and just letting your breath wash over his skin as you listen to the noises he’s making. Hearing his usual calm voice transform into mostly moans does things to you that you can barely explain.
Host’s hands on you are constantly moving, pushing, tugging, never staying still. You let out a moan as he tugs on your hair, using his grip on it to pull you down so he can make a hickey on your neck.
Your hands pushes his legs even further apart, before one of them wanders over to his cock, starting to stroke him at the same speed as your hips are moving.
Host groans, and you feel him clench around you, making you let out a matching groan.
It’s not long until you can tell Host is close to coming, and this time, you’re intent on letting him. Host shifts his hold on your hair, tugging you down for a kiss instead as he tumbles over the edge, spilling all over your hand.
A few thrusts of your hips and you’re coming too, emptying yourself inside him with a groan.
You slowly pull yourself out of Host before flopping down on your back next to him, breathing heavily. Host’s narration has stopped completely, as he tries to regain some sort of composure over himself.
“The Host says that was really something, and before you can even finish the thought about needing to get up to get clean, you can feel yourself getting cleaned by some invisible force.” Looking down on yourself, you are indeed getting cleaner by the second, and in no time at all it is completely gone. You look over at Host, and it’s the same with him. You chuckle.
“Thanks for using your powers love, but next time you should ask if I want to lick it off.”
“The Host says he will consider that next time, trying unsuccessfully to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks.” You smile, giving his cheek a kiss, before draping the covers over the two of you, snuggling into his side.
Anon: 39 from the prompt list with The Host/Author
39: Spin the bottle kiss
A party with the egos is a rare thing, but when it did happen, it was hardly ever boring. It leads to some interesting situations sometimes, like this on you’re currently in.
You’re sitting in a circle on the floor with Wilford, Google, Host, Bing, E-plier, Illinois, and Yandere. Wilford had tugged in your sleeve when you walked by with your drink, he insisted you join them.
You had indulged him, settling down between him and Yandere, Host quietly narrating everything as usual.
You join in, being told to spin even though it’s not your turn since you’re the newest in the circle. You spin, and the bottle lands on Wilford. You turn and give him a quick kiss on the cheek. Someone complains and you grin.
“Nobody say I had to do full on kissing.” Wilford laughs, and claps you on the back.
“Oh, you’re a sly one.” This continues for a few more rounds.
Every time someone lands on you, you get them to kiss your cheek or forehead, doing the same to them.
A few of the complain, and after a little while you throw your hands up while laughing.
It’s your turn as you had just gotten a kiss on the forehead from Yandere.
“Alright, alright. Whoever I land on next is getting it deep.” You take the bottle and spin it, watching it intently as it slowly, slowly, comes to a stop. It’s pointing directly at Host, who is sitting right across from you in the circle.
“Come on then, come over here.”
“The Host is quite comfortable where he is, and is it not the spinner of the bottle the one who should initiate the kiss.”
“I guess you’re right.” You get on your knees, shuffling forward until you’re close enough to take ahold of the lapels of his trench-coat. Leaning slowly more into Host’s personal space, you grin as you see him swallow.
Pressing your lips to his, you find that his lips are soft, if slightly dry. Starting to move your lips, you guide Host into kissing you back.
You think you hear a whistle from someone (probably Wilford), but you pay it no mind, as you briefly introduce your tongue into the mix before leaning back.
“There, a proper kiss.” You grin, letting go off the lapels of Host’s coat. Sitting back down in your spot, you’re delighted to see that Host seems to be a little redder now than he was just a few minutes ago. He has to be reminded that it’s his time to spin. You take what turns out to be the last sip of your drink, frowning down at your cup.
“Alright guys, I’m gonna go get myself a new drink, try to have some fun without me.” Getting up, you don’t notice that Host’s seems to be soly focused on you, even as he gives a quick kiss to Bing.
Walking into the kitchen, you go to the fridge, getting your drink. You’re fixing up some snacks to bring out as well when Host walks in, his quiet narrations announcing his presence.
“The Host would like to speak to you about something.”
“Yeah, sure, go ahead.” Host crosses his arms, seeming to thinking about his next words.
“When you kissed Host, he felt very good, so he was wondering if it was possible for it to happen again?”
“Oh.” The response is automatic, and you can see Host already starting to blush and start to back away. You leap forward and grip his arm.
“That was a good oh, Host.” He uncrosses his arms and you guide them to go around your waist.
“It can happen again, we can even start now if you’ll like?” Host nods, so you lean forward to kiss him, just a press of lips first, and then deepening it as soon as he starts to kiss back.
You start to walk backwards, dragging Host with you, until you’re backed up against the counter, still kissing him.
When you break the kiss, slightly breathless, you rest your foreheads together.
“More of those can definitely happen in the future.” You see the smallest of smiles slip onto Host’s face before he speaks.
If you're still taking these, could i request 78) “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.” with Author? absolutely love what you've done with the others, it so good
78: “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.”
MINORS DNI! Calling him Host here since it seems that’s what most people call him. Never written for him before, it was fun! And thank you so much dear anon!!
When you first met the Host, you hadn’t really known what to think. He was someone who mostly kept to himself, quiet except the almost constant and calm narrating of the world around him.
Over time you found yourself appreciating him more. His calm in most situations became sort a comfort to you, so you found yourself gravitating more towards him. You find yourself in his company more often than not, even when you don’t need to be. You’re often just sitting in the same room as him, reading a book, doing work, or whatever.
You also catch yourself looking at him without really meaning to. You zone out when you stop paying attention to what others or yourself are doing, and end up snapping yourself out of it when you realise you’re staring.
Host never seems to notice, and if he does, he mercifully never brings it up.
Until one day.
You’re laying on the couch with your back against the armrest and reading a book in the living room, while Host sits in an armchair, scribbling away it a notebook while quietly murmuring to himself.
When he snaps the notebooks shut, the noise of it is enough to make you jumps. You clutch at your chest and send Host a look.
“The Host apologises for scaring you, but he has something he needs to say.”
“Okay?” It comes out more like a question, you’re unsure what Host could even need to ask you.
“Are you aware that you stare at the Host a lot?” You feel your face heat up.
“Are you aware that the Host noticed every time you did?” You hide your face behind your book, muttering fast and quiet apologies from behind the pages.
Suddenly there’s a warm weight on top of your thighs, and then your book is pushed out of the way. Host takes the book, placing it gently on the coffee table, before taking one of your hands in his.
“The Host is not opposed to this, he just wishes to do more than you staring at him.” You feel like your face is on fire, but with some courage, you surge up and kiss Host.
It’s a short kiss, but that one turns in to another, then another, and another. You’re full on making out, and you can’t help but start to unbutton Host’s jacket. You’re stopped by strong hands on your wrist, causing you to whine and Host chuckle.
“Shh, don’t worry, the Host will take very good care of you. Just not here, he much prefers a bedroom, as he is sure you do.” You nod, and then Host is off you.
Getting up, you take his hand and drag him to your room. There you find out all the talking he does comes to good use.
