#ahaha sorry for no smut but some WILL come soon I SWEAR

[sugoi-writes]

Scream Machine - Part 3 (An Alastor x Reader fanfic)

A/N: Sorry for the delay on this part! I was really tossed up on whether or not to have smut in this part... I decided no smut on this part. Can't rush to the good part! The next should be VERY very steamy, though! This is a strictly - plot heavy part. Haha

No major warnings! Please enjoy!

True to his word, Alastor had sent help your way. A chaste knock came to your door, and you opened it to a small horde of black and white minions, inky and oblong. The stitches that held their forms together were groteque, hardly holding the poor bastards together as you saw frays and tears... It appeared these were sinners bound to Alastor's whim. And Alastor seems to work them nearly to their second deaths. You shuddered but gave them a courteous smile as you allowed the entities inside. Wordlessly, they started to collect your belongings, you having neatly prepared them.

" I uhh-- I have a cab? I don't know if y'all can understand me, but we can load everything up when it gets here--" You jumped as a static, shrill sound erupted from behind you, followed by a low, monotone hum. The sound reminded you of a lightsaber, making you hopeful that this was something benevolent (silly, maybe, but a sinner could dream). Slowly, you turn towards the sound, only to be met by a gold-rimmed portal. Your eyes were wide with disbelief, as the ominous steps of the Hazbin Hotel looked back at you from the other side.

"Oh-- well, I guess-- I guess this is fine?" You were a little nervous, unsure if this portal was Alastor's doing, or someone else's. The gold immediately made you think of the Morningstars, but you weren't sure if that should be comforting or terrifying. Continuing in silence, Alastor's henchman began heaving your things through the portal. You were relieved, mentally… Had you had all of your belongings from Earth, this process would have taken MUCH longer; especially if you were by yourself. You helped with the little bits that were left over, stepping cautiously through the portal with your final piece of luggage. Once you set yourself on the steps of the hotel, the golden portal closed behind you. You swallowed hoarsely, nerves wavering as you started to ascend. Was this truly a good idea? And was your decision... rushed?

The money? A heavenly perk. A free place to live, with free amenities and services? Excellent! But… the man holding the other end of the chain… Alastor. That was the only catch to this whole arrangement...

How would he treat this situation, based off of your tryst in the alleyway, just hours before? Should you pretend that it never happened? Should you be expecting more of the 'unexpected' from him? Should you have so hastily agreed to come to this place?

Your mind was racing with possibilities and dismay as the doors to the hotel slammed open. You narrowly missed the golden bellhop's cart as it came barreling down the stairs, carrying two riled up passengers. Once at rock bottom, you saw a tall, vivacious spider demon and a petite, spunky cyclops demon. As both dusted themselves off, they laughed breathlessly, wiping tears from their eyes.

"Fuck, you should've-- you should've seen the look on your face, Ange!" came the smaller one, one that you had realized to be upcoming heavy-hitter: Cherry Bomb. Her partner in crime elbowed her playfully, adjusting his clothes and hair," Watch it, sugar tits! Your heart almost fell right outta your ass when we ran over--"

And suddenly, the pair had noticed you, shakily picking yourself up as you groaned. Angel fretted, his hands fanning the air frivolously before coming to your side," Shit-- sorry, sweetheart. Here-- I gotcha." You nodded, taking the help as you were hoisted to your feet. Cherry seemed practically unphased, looking to her nails before back at you," You alright, squirt?"

You felt your face heat up, convinced that you were most likely older than she was," I-I'm fine, thanks… I assume you two are here for me?" Angel laughs, patting you on the back," Yeaaaaaah, sorry 'bout that. We got told by Boss Lady that we had a sudden new recruit. Welcome aboard, toots." Uncharacteristically, the spider demon extends a hand towards you, winking," 'names Angel. I'm assuming you've got one?" You took his hand, a gesture that made your confidence come back, smiling broadly as you shook it. After all you heard about this pornstar, he was… surprisingly courteous? Not that pornstars tended to be assholes, but you hadn't expected to be welcomed to a place in Hell so… normally? Warmly?

Angel repeats the name back to you once you say it, nodding resolutely," The babe back there is my friend, Cherry. We'll help you get your bags upstairs and to your room." You bow your head towards the two, grateful that it wouldn't just be you and the wordless lackies," Thank you. 'Much appreciated. And, good to meet you. I've got to admit, you're the nicest people I've met here so far… This hotel must really be something." Angel cackles, the slap to your back stinging sharply as Cherry laughs right along with him.

" Oh shit-- if you think we're nice, wait until you meet The Pants. She's like-- like THE Disney princess!" Cherry nods hastily, adding," Right? Practically a nut case from how nice she is… But hey: she'll keep a good eye out for ya. I should know." You get the sense that Cherry would have winked, but that would prove difficult for her. You snorted, trying not to laugh at the blatant joke.

"Gotcha, gotcha… good to know that the rumors about her are true…" You followed the pair up the full flight of stairs, a more eager pep in you step as you took in the interior of the lobby. Your eyes blew widely as you took in the extravagant decor, blinking as the lights of the elegant chandelier twinkled in your eyes. So, this would be your new home? It was certainly lavish… something you were a-okay with. You soon took note of the bar, nodding towards it," Y'all have a bar? Nice! I'll have to get a drink soon--"

The anthropomorphic cat demon, the barkeep, made you take pause, causing you to squint," Wait-- Husk? Oh, Husk! You were the Bari-sax, right? I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to thank you for having me in your ensemble tonight!"

You started to make your way over towards the feline demon, his eyes momentarily coming up to look to you. He nodded towards you, tilting his head shortly after," Yeah, you're that kid from the speakeasy, right?" …why must everyone refer to you as a child? You mental strife was cut short by the seemingly nonchalant bartender.

"You' here for this redemption-shenanigans, too?" he drawled, leaning on the countertop as he nursed a half empty bottle of spirits. You winced, eyelid twitching," Actually, uhh… I guess I work here, now? I was hired on for entertainment, so I guess we'll be seeing each other around more." Husk's ears pinned back, eyes widening as his voice dropped impossibly low," …please tell me you were hired by Charlie. Charlie's lady friend?" Before you could speak, a familiar shadow figure appeared to your right.

"Actually, I had scouted this darling jazz player myself!" Your shoulders tensed as Alastor rested a hand there, your face instantly becoming heated from the touch.

" Husker! Surely you've met my new friend here, hmm?" Husk's eyes sharpen, a clear sadness written across his face," Not much yet, nah… I should've guessed you'd've gotten to them first," he nearly spat, disappointment flashing your way. You had little room for rebuttal as Alastor's grin grew larger, leaning in towards the two of you. The Radio Demon was positively teeming with excited, demented energy. For now, he decided to let Husk's tone go, turning his attention back towards you. Husk did not miss the wicked glint in his owner's eyes, warning him gravely about his misstep silently.

"Dear, was your trip over quite alright? Let me tell you, getting the King of Hell to conjure that portal was no easy feat~" Angel Dust and Cherry looked to one another as Alastor rambled, sending you a questioning look before they continued their way down the hall. Presumably, they were heading towards your room. You didn't mind, waving them goodbye silently as they continued. Not wanting to get off to a rocky start, you refocused your attention to the curious Radio Demon.

"It was helpful, thank you. Moving was a piece of cake. Are uhh-- are your little guys alright? That was a lot of stuff to move--" Alastor pulls you into his side, his arm looped around your shoulder. You blinked, and the henchman all vaporized, disappearing," NONSENSE, dear! They've been subjected to much worse horrors than that, I can assure you! Don't worry your pretty little head about such menial things~" You were given an uncharacteristically warm pat on the head… again, like a child. A part of your felt a tinge of disappointment, worried that the alleyway must have really been a one-off situation.

"R-Right… well, thank you, nonetheless. I assume that I should follow those two to find my room? And tour will come once I'm settled in?" Husk rolled his eyes as Alastor laughed, his frequency filled with the delight of a live studio audience," Heavens, no! We must show you around the rest of the hotel first! After all, we wouldn't want you stuck in you room all night with no idea where to go!" You felt Alastor nudge you with his cane, ushering you to walk with him as he began your tour. Husk couldn't help the look of worry he sent your way, as you waved to him apologetically. Surely, you'd have plenty of time to catch up with him later, right? …Right?

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Twenty minutes had passed, before Charlie and Vaggie came through the front doors, carrying groceries and other items for this evening's dinner," Oh, shit!!! That took so much longer than I thought! They should be here by now!" Charlie panicked, running a pale hand through her long locks.

Vaggie looks towards the bar to the snoozing feline, knocking on the counter aggressively," Hey!! Did you see the new sinner come in recently?" Husk woke up with a start, nearly knocking an empty bottle off the counter," Uhhgh… yeah, I did. You can thank Alastor for the 'grand tour'… he's already makin' off with them down the hall…" Vaggie seemed to become nervous, trudging towards the direction you were last seen. Charlie is quick to stop her, holding her firmly by the shoulders.

"Babe, we need to find the newcomer. There's no telling what sort of bullshit and terror he's showing them right now. What if he tries roping them into some twisted deal--???"

"Relax, Vaggie! This is one of the first times he's taken an interest in helping one-on-one! Plus, he was the one that recruited them! This is a good step in the right direction for him!" Chalie proudly brings a hand to her heart, sighing dreamily as she looks down the hallway," The hotel may finally be growing on him… He hasn't given a tour since Dad came to the Hotel. Surely this is a good thing! We have to trust that Alastor will show and tell them all the nice, important things! And we can always go find them later, when dinner is ready. And be supportive, if they have a lot of questions."

Vaggie, ever a softy for her love, becomes smitten by her positivity. She takes her hand chastely in her own, nodding," Alright… in that case, let's at least be sure that dinner is perfect. Just in case."

Charlie's eyes well up with exaggerated, animated tears, as if she were fresh from a Ghibli film. Soon after, the lovers leave together to tend to the dinner prep, as Husk returns his throbbing head to the countertop.

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By this point, you had been to most every floor but your own, assuming that Alastor's abode wouldn't be too far behind. You look Alastor's way, scratching the back of your neck," Sooo… This is… This is a really nice place. Thank you for having me here and paying me… and all." Alastor tilts his head, quirking a thin brow your way," Oh, don't thank me just yet! You will still have to earn your keep, after all!" You huff, a bit of the nervous energy rolling off your chest. If it came down to blowing the house down, you were confident you could do that," Of course… wouldn't want it any other way."

As the two of you rounded the corner, you were met with a long, expansive corridor. On either end, there sat two opposing rooms: one door was made from a heavy metal, with an "On Air" sign hovering just above. You assumed this to be Alastor's room. At the other end, you saw a finely carved mahogany door, adorned with ornate flourishes of red and gold. Surely, Lucifer's. You looked back towards Alastor, laughing nervously," Aha… I guess you two must be close, huh? You and the Big-Man-Downstairs…?" Somehow, you thought that the Radio Demon being buddy-buddy with Lucifer would be troubling. Say or do one wrong thing, and you'd have the full wrath of the nine hells down your gullet. Alastor scowls, shaking his head despite his wide, misleading smile.

"Oh, Hells no! We couldn't be more opposed, I'm afraid. However, we agree in one front, and one alone." He looks towards you, a somewhat proud look in his eye," This hotel; his Hazbin Hotel that Ms. Charlie has spawned. Though I believe the path to redemption to be a perilous one, IMPOSSIBLE at best… She has very fascinating ideas. Ideas that keep me entertained, and her father proud... ideas that we can't help but want to make happen." Alastor looks towards his studio," And, one that we all seem to gain from, all the same. So... we have a sort of ceasefire in place, in the meantime." He offers you an arm, brows raising earnestly.

"But, before I get too carried away… shall I show you to your quarters?" You blink in surprise, looking around," Am… am I on this floor, too?" Alastor's grin is telling, mischievous and wide. "You did request to have your room close to mine, did you not?" You felt your heart squeeze at the realization. Maybe he did take you, and what the two of you did earlier, seriously. You decided to take his arm, allowing him to walk you towards his end of the hallway," Well, I appreciate you taking that into account. I hope you didn't have to pull too many strings to make that happen." Alastor chuckles, rolling his eyes.

"Oh hardly; it was easy enough! But I did pull a leg or two. Lucifer's, specifically. You would be surprised how easy it is to trip the King of the Hells down a flight of stairs~" Your eyes widened, your face aghast," I-Is he alright?"

Alastor's laugh nearly makes him double over, free hand clutching his sides," Oh, you sweet, precious thing! Lucifer has wings… he only tumbled down the first 5 steps~" You smiled genuinely as Alastor put himself into stitches at his own childish behavior," Oh, but the goose egg that swelled on his head! Now THAT was priceless! Classic entertainment!"

You wiggled your brows up at him, waving to get his attention," You know, make him fall down an extra 661 steps… and I hear he'd end up in DOUBLE hell…"

The two of you looked at each other silently for a moment, before laughing in unison. Alastor was quick to squeeze you closer to him, making your heart flutter in your chest. You had found yourself clever. Alastor simply found Lucifer's pain and bodily torment hilarious.

"Now see, I KNEW you'd be the PERFECT addition to this hotel! I hadn't known you took up comedy, too!" You feel your cheeks heat up at the compliments and goading, your head feeling light as you both finally appeared before your new room. You tried brushing his comments off, but they made your heart flutter all the same...

Just as you were going to reach for the knob, Alastor released your arm, allowing you to take the initiative. Once you had opened the door, you were surprised to see everything already inside, your room lightly furnished," Wow… Angel and Cherry work fast. Either that, or time flies when you're having fun." You look back towards Alastor again, spinning to face him fully.

"I just-- Thank you again for the opportunity, and the tour. I really appreciate everything you've done to get me here." Alastor's smile seems to soften a touch, eyes lidding," Don't fret, dear. Anyone who is a friend of mine is a friend to this hotel. You would have been welcome here, regardless of our little arrangement." Your eyes widened at that, your head tilting," Despite… our arrangement?" Alastor nods, gesturing towards your door. The word 'friend' was most definitely used, but you had yearned for something more... endearing. Your slight disappointment was cut off as Alastor spoke once more.

"Before I leave you to your bidding… may I enter? I'd like to further discuss what we agreed upon." You felt your heartbeat quicken, your palms becoming sweaty as you hesitated. Oh boy… here comes the business; the transactional part of things. And oddly enough, you felt a familiar heat travel south... the two of you, secluded and alone? This could become interesting for both of you...

"O-Of course… come on in." You stepped away from the door, allowing your newfound patron to enter to your room. You didn't even notice his shadow slinking up the door, locking it from the inside.

#alastor hazbin hotel #alastor fanfic #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #radio demon hazbin hotel #radio demon x reader #gn!reader #ahaha sorry for no smut but some WILL come soon I SWEAR #for all of you that are invested: here comes thirds!!!

[minyoongisjiminie]

(M) “want my attention? make me give it to you.“

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ship: namjoon x reader

genre: smut

disclaimer: fingering, dirty talk, face riding

synopsis: your boyfriend was once again very busy in his studio. Working on some tracks. But you wanted to spend time with him, yet his tracks seem more important. Good enough for you, that you knew how to lure him out...

words: 2.4k

a/n: yeah.. idk.. i'm sorry for this I guess ahaha. I really wanted to write some smut again but yeah I guess I suck at it. I guess learning by doing haha :') also sorry that it took me so long to post this :( I had an exhausting week, and couldn’t find the time to look over it :’) But yeah.. hopefully you’ll like it <3

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It was already passing 2 am, and you almost waited 2 hours till Namjoon gets finished with his work at the studio. Of course you didn’t wanted to bother him while he’s working, so you sat outside of the studio on a coach and waited for him. 

It was a hard day, you were completely cramped from all the work you needed to endure today, so you anticipated to see your boyfriend after a long time. You knew that he was always so busy with his work, so you made sure that you didn’t disturb him on weekdays. But since it was friday night already, you just wanted to spend some quality time with him and relax yourself from all the stress you went through. However as it appeared to be.. Joon had different plans. 

Right now, at this moment you could just go home and lay yourself to sleep! Gosh, you did not needed to wait for him at all, but he assured you that it will not take up so much time, that he will be finished soon and you both will grab some ice cream as a late night snack. Well... 2 am in the morning was a very late night snack.

Soon the clock shows that it’s 3 am, and you were done with the waiting. You stood up, furious and knocked on Joon’s door. 

No response.

You keep on knocking, with every knock you put in more strength in your fist. But still there is rarely a response from him. Carefully you put an ear on the door, to listen if you could catch any sounds that came from him. You could swear that you heard repeated little sighs coming from him, probably because of your loud knocking. 

‘Oh you want it like that? You’ll get it like that!’

You knew Joon’s code for his lock, but he always requested that you wouldn’t use it as long as he was living behind the doors. He still gave it to you, because he trusted you and also wanted to give you a code so you could be helpful in dangerous situations.

If this wasn’t a dangerous situation for you... then you didn’t know what was. 

Quickly you typed in the six digit number, and opened the large door.

“Are you completely crazy?!” You started to scream, you realised how angry you actually were, and how disrespectful it was from your boyfriend to keep you waiting, so that he could work on his important tracks. 

He spinned around with his chair towards you and just sighed. His eyes were completely red, which didn’t surprise you since you knew that he didn’t sleep for days and was just chained towards his computer.

“Y/N..” He started. He layed his hands on his strong thighs and turned his head slightly towards you. “You know how  important these tracks are right now... If I invest the times in those, we can spend the entire week together!” His voice sounded calm as always, he was not the type of person who would start to scream around filled with rage. He wouldn’t lose his coolness.

Shortly, he wasn’t you. 

“I’m waiting for literally 3 hours! That’s not fucking fair!” You continued to pull out an discussion with him. “That’s not.. fair..” You repeated, more to yourself, with a exhausted undertone. “Y/N.. don’t be like that.. It sucks to see you like this..” You knew that he hated it when you would pout sadly like that, he also exactly knew that he couldn’t leave you alone like this, he couldn’t escape you easily, if he wanted to. 

He scratched his forehead, and let out a deep sigh. “Come here..” He stood up and grasped your wrist. However you still stood there, glued to the spot, and didn’t saw a reason to give in that quickly. “Y/N-ie..” he called again cutely. You breathed out shortly and followed him to the spot he leaded you. He put his index finger on his bright macbook screen, that showed some white thick lines and numerations. You had no single clue about anything. “Are you satisfied with those tracks?” You reply to his gesture, and felt how your legs slowly started to give in. The wearyness kicked in, and it didn’t wonder you at all. You needed to stand the entire day and talk with customers. It was exhausting.. “Hmm.. Kind of I guess..” he said delayed. He put his one hand on your waist and you felt the warmth of his skin clearly. “Joonie.. I’m so tired.. But also so tensed that I already know that I can’t sleep at all..” Namjoon smiled his cute little crooked smile and guided you onto his lap. “Hmmm.. what can we do about that..” His hands were intertwined with yours and you realised how you softened a little. You layed your head on his shoulder and hugged him, showing that stupid computer your back. You recognized how relaxed you already were. That was the magic of Kim Namjoon huh?

“Can’t we just go to bed already?” You said, while your head was still resting on his shoulder. “I told you I needed to get this done.. hm?” He responded, pretty sweetly, and it reminded you of a mother who was telling her child that she wouldn’t buy her child the toy but assured she would when the child would be a good kid.

lol you weren’t a good girl.. and joon knew that. 

One thing he couldn’t resist.. was you. But you as the tempter you turned into, when you wanted something. You bribed him with specific things that you would never do in bed, or specific things that he wanted to do to you so dearly, but you didn’t feel ready for. You guys were together for about one and a half years, and of course you had sex multiple times. Nevertheless it was nothing too spectacular, just normal boring sex. It wasn’t like, you didn’t try to add some spice to it.. but you just were too shy.. even when joon tried to tell you so often what he wanted to do to you.. he was still a gentlemen and didn’t force you to do things that you didn’t feel comfortable with. 

Currently, you were sitting mostly on his thick thighs than anywhere near his crotch. You changed that quickly. You slipped way to the back, until you got really close to his dick. You hear a little fuck that comes out of his mouth and he cleared his throat roughly. As a response you smile lightly. That’s what you wanted in the first place.. Now the second method starts: You lay way back until your neck was just milimeters apart from his lips, and made little gestures with your arms as if you were stretching yourself. You yawn fakely. “Y/N..” He started to spell out your name carefully and slowly, yet still hungrily. You go back to your first position and turn around to the point that you can face him. “Shh..” You whisper silently. Putting your index finger on his perfect full lips. “Should we try something new?” Is everything you said and you could see how his eyes started to sparkle. “Wha-” He cleared his throad once again. “What.. do.. you mean with.. that..?” he replied and you realised how he started to stutter. He was so cute.. fuck.. 

You gradually came closer to his ear and played around with his shirt that was sticking onto his chest. “You heared correctly..” You whispered fierily into his ear, and you recognized once again how his dick was happy as well. “But my trac-” He started, but you quickly put your finger on his lips, to stop him from talking. After looking at a quite cutely looking namjoon that was staring at you with a puzzled look on his face, you put your lips on his. Quickly you started to explore his tongue with yours. Hmm.. he tasted delicious. Even though he worked for such a long time, and one could think that he tasted not right, or that it could be unhygenic, you didn’t tasted that. He tasted so delicious, like tiramisu and raspberries at once. 

He cupped your face and started to bite on your underlip. He indeed was confused on why you were so eager to try new things. You both rarely tongue kissed each other, and you realise that he wants to enjoy the moment as soon as you feel like doing it. 

“Shit.. what are you doing to me..” He said while pecking your lips. His fingers automatically started to pull your straps from both your top and bra down, and started to kiss your neck. His favorite body part as mentioned. You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning a little, and he smiled. “Who thought that you’ll turn into such a... bad girl..” Just these intense words of his made you shiver. He literally called you a “bad girl” and even though you hated dirty talk, especially in movies, you now realized how much you loved it when Joon was saying it. These words came out of his mouth so quickly and dark, you wanted to gift him any allowance, to do things that he never managed to do to you. 

You slowly started to grind on him, and you also made sure that you stare at him to find out if he liked it or not. And you were happy to see that his eyes shut together and his lips escaped a few little moans. 

“You love that.. huh?” You said back, also trying some darker undertones. “fuck.. yes..” He replied, his hands pulling slightly on your hair, which you loved. It wasn’t rough pulls, but it was intense. You fastened your pace just to see how he would react and he almost went crazy. “SHIT... stop it or..” He started, but you grinding on his thighs made him go to a different universe. Joon tried to hold back his moans but he really couldn’t. 

“You get that back, princess.” He said quickly in your hair. 

You felt how his fingers came closer to your core, you stared at him, and there was no familiar joon to see. You saw a whole new joon. Someone who was ready to punish you.. 

He teased you a little with his index finger and you could feel how the fabric of your underwear started to soak. “Ahh..” You laid your chin on joons shoulders and let him take control over your body. You never ever let him finger or taste you. Not that you wouldn’t like it, but you were too uncomfortable.. Nevertheless Joon was always so eager to do it. But you always pushed his hands away and redefined that you weren’t ready. 

Now you were hun. 

After his little teasing he pulled your underwear away and started to discover your core with his index finger. For the first time. You never realised how good this would feel like. You imagined that this literally feels like a trip. Eyes stayed shut and with every change of pace of his fingers, you saw different things flying around while your eyes were closed. First there were some light asteriks, then there were stars and with every fastening pace he did you saw explosive red and yellow colors.

But even after that color festival, Joon was indeed not finished with you. He started to take a second finger with him and you almost went crazy. “ahhh, joon-” You started to grind on his finger, and he continued to kiss your neck, making sure to leave love bites. Then he suddenly stopped. 

“Whaa-” He touched your shoulders and made you face him. 

“Can I try something princess?” You loved that he called you like that. It was fucking sexy, and you always wanted him to call you like that. 

You also were sure that you would love it, so you just nodded slightly. You turned shy just in a second, because he looked at you so hungrily that you felt how your heart beat got faster. He made me stand up from his lap and once again took my wrist. He sat down on his big coach and leaned back. For a little moment he just stared at you. Giving the name eye fucking a whole new meaning. “Joon..?” You started to wake him up from his little day dream. 

“How about princess, sits on my face?” 

You gulped. That was something you didn’t expect. Not at all. But you wanted to know how it feels... you also trusted joon. 

You quickly obeyed and pulled your skirt a bit higher, your underwear was not really needed so you made sure to just take it off. Joon just looked at you, still eye fucking you. He gave you all the time you needed. And that was one of the reasons why you loved him. 

You went to the coach and already saw from the corner of the eye that he was positioning himself so you could sit comfortably on his face. You were really anxious and didn’t want to ruin the moment but he just smiled at you, making you feel okay about this. You laid your legs on the bottom and positioned yourself over the low coach and made sure your core was just centimeters away from his mouth. He quickly started to explore your core and made sure to catch every single drop of your essence. He started slowly but his pace went crazier with every lick he took, until finally he just ate you out. You stopped holding back your moans and shouted his name several times. That made him just grab on your thighs tighter and he ate you happily out. “Fuck.. didn’t know you were such a slutty princess..” He responded, and licked layers of hot skin from your pussy. Slurping every drop that was escaping from your core. 

After this moment you were so relaxed that you could feel how your eyes felt weary. “Just sleep, princess. Now you can sleep.. fully relaxed..” He said, pecking your lips. As soon as the dominant joon came as soon he was gone.

He took his ryan pillow put it under your head, quickly took your underwear and made you wear it, and also pulled a comfy blanket from the sofa crack of the sofa. 

“Also thank you for that good meal..” He raised his eyebrows and went back to his computer. 

#bts drabble #bts smut #armiesnet #hyunglinenetwork #bangtanarmynet #namjoon fic #namjoon drabble #namjoon smut #namjoon x reader #kim namjoon #rm bts #knj

[jujywrites]

WIP Challenge

I got tagged by @kikithedeceiver to do this!

Challenge: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

Here’s the thing. I don’t have many separate WIP files; most of them are in one huge doc. and most of the separate wip files are... pretty dead? but ok whatevs. under a read more since it’s long...... and my ego won’t let me skip snippets hjkhkhk thanks for the idea Kiki

From my main miscellaneous folder:

50 Grades of Steele. 1 and a half chaps of a role-flipped 50 Shades of Grey rewrite (i haven’t read the books so I extra don’t care about the characters lol). why do i still have it i’ve lost interest.... *side eyes her entire wip ecosystem* ...Then I see my interview subject, seated at her desk.

"Mr. Grey. I'm pleased to meet you."

And I stop breathing. [end CH1]

[open CH2) I forgot to mention something: I exaggerate occasionally. But I'm not now. I literally stop breathing for a few seconds. A thousand thoughts are racing through my mind, which doesn't help my chest stop seizing, but the main problem here is that Anastasia Steele is quite possibly the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

Fanfic idea masterlist. my most active file and where I keep most of my WIPS, unless they get too “large”. Organized by fandom. lotta stuff i keep passing by & may as well be dead but don’t wanna delete. here’s a zero-draft snippet of probably the next chapter of my G-rated yukyoru fic collection

He grabbed a pillow and placed it to his chest, grabbed her arm, and yanked her to him, praying his idea would work.

Seconds passed and he didn't transform. He put his arms around her gingerly. Should he try to immobilize her or would that make it worse?

She made the decision for him. "Mom," she sobbed, clutching him with an iron grip. "N-Need to help...!"

His stomach dropped to his shoes.

Thudding footsteps announced Yuki's arrival. "What's wrong?! Honda-san--"

He didn't say "What did you do?" The thought raced by and Kyo said, "Grab a pillow and help me!"

As Yuki positioned the pillow and himself without having to ask, Kyo said, "She won't wake up. I don't know what to do!"

"Night terror," Yuki said tightly. He was too close but it almost didn't matter. "Not much you can do besides wait."

MayxWard BDSM fic agents of SHIELD. mix of notes and actual writing. kind of a half AU. Melinda climbed into the driver's side and buckled in, then started up the car. "If you've not ridden on the left before you might have motion sickness. It's normal. Just close your eyes until—" She paused as she looked at him; his hands shook so much he couldn't manage the seatbelt. "Here, let me."

"Thanks," he muttered with a sigh, looking rueful.

Modern AU Zelink. What it says on the tin~ Teenage-ish Zelink, with a mash of supporting characters from other games. another mix of notes and fic. Link wasn't sleeping tonight. Tonight was the night he'd been planning for and awaiting for weeks. He was going on a quest: the quest to meet Princess Zelda. 

She wasn't really a princess, of course. That was just her nickname. Zelda Nohansen was Hyrule's sweetheart, the most sought-after young actress in the movie business. And Link had fallen in love with her the first time he'd seen her, two years ago in a tiny theater in Kakariko.

PMMMfic homumado. Madoka Magica. AU, been around since about an hour after I finished the series (5 years yikes, still gotta watch Rebellion). Homura's time power still somewhat involved, but Mami's an adult, everyone's at a boarding school (I think?) where ~things aren't as they first seem~ and Madoka has mysterious powers and night terrors. just notes at the moment.

SoubixHitomi.  Loveless. 3 unfinished/dead first-person Shinonome-senseixSoubi snippets, all of ‘em spicy.

yvy abo. Yuri On Ice. Yuri (Katsuki!!)/Victor/Yuko(!!?!), my attempt at. well. omegaverse(!!!!!!!). orignally started as part of a “bad YOI fic” bigbang and now I’m taking it seriously dgdgfg. Alpha Yuko. “Please, please stop,” she whispered, like saying it aloud would make any difference. But the pressure in her head kept building. Her limbs had begun to itch restlessly.

And Victor wouldn’t let go of her hand.

With the last scrap of her control, she straddled him quickly and kissed him awake.

Even in half-sleep he arched to meet her, and when he opened his eyes sapphire blue had already turned stormy with lust.

yvy canonfuturefic. Yuko-focused following of canon, or: how canon can I keep YOI while still rareship OT3ing it. She and Yuri fall in and out of love, in between falling for Victor. Victuri is still my life I swear   

“You have got to watch this,” she tells Yuri. She watches Yuri’s face instead of the video, having seen it at least forty times by now.

Yuri’s eyes transform into beacons of awe, and Yuko swallows around her rapid heartbeat, breaths coming too short. She sees everything she’s feeling and more on his face. She remembers that she loves him, that he’s real and here and more important than the beautiful boy on her phone who’s trying to pull her under to a scary new world.

ZnT ot3 bdsm AU. Zankyou no Terror, 9/12/Lisa. mix of notes and fic, not just PWP. in heavy need of editing bc a lot was inspired by a non-spicy book.

“But it’s not just me. It’s everyone. You need everyone because you have no idea how to need yourself. Or even how to be yourself.”

“You’re wrong.” The force and volume of her voice shocked her and pushed her onward. “You and Touji. I don’t need anyone except you and Touji! Because you both taught me how to be myself-- no, how to find that on my own. I know exactly who I am, and that me isn’t complete without both of you!” She could feel the tears streaming down her face, yet somehow her voice didn’t waver. She felt so full of conviction she could burst into flames. “Don’t you understand, Arata? We’re all meant to be together.”

From my SnK folder:

Cave of the Crystal Maiden (working title). Aruani. Modern AU. MMORPG shenanigans with a dollop of magical realism/supernatural. Just notes. @portraitofa-girl suggested “meeting online” and it’s been there literally for years oh lord im sorry. no fic yet, just notes.

Falling Anthem (working title) Modern AU Levihan, art student Hange and young professor Levi. just notes. fic one in a planned series. also has been years ;_;

Raindrops and Soft Steps. Jearmin. unsurprisingly, modern AU. One morning, when Jean looks out of his bedroom window, he sees a boy dancing across the street. In the street, to be exact. There wouldn't be anything unusual about that, Jean supposes, except it's raining cats and dogs outside.

In my IAMXfic folder (fff i almost skipped this):

2ndPOVCalberto (DO NOT CORRUPT WITH HET) ChrisxAlberto? not much to say?? yes i know they’re real people??? which applies to everything after this oh my god *crawls under desk* Of course she knows; she is annoyingly perceptive when it comes to romance. The only thing preventing you from asking her (like a fucking lovestruck teenager) if Alberto likes you back is emptying that beer bottle. By then the only thing on your mind is ordering another.

CalbertImmi. i can’t even keep my poly shit outta RPF ahaha omhg Imogen has a conversation with her lover's lover. (AlbertImmi, sequel to...) Imogen finds herself in an unenviable position. (emerging CalbertImmi)

Alternate summaries (CC POV, first fic?): Chris loves two people. He doesn't want to choose. Chris has fallen in love a few times in his life. But he's never fallen for two people at once. (Chris also isn't good at choosing.)

ChrisxJ. several self-insert fics bc CC is just that powerful, apparently. haven’t looked at the file in a long time,,,,,

He started calling people to the stage with him, and one by one, my row emptied.

"Come on, yeah, come on," he was saying, waving his hand in an inviting gesture and grinning like a little kid. "Hey, you want to?" I did a double take.

"Me?" I mouthed, pointing at myself just to be sure. He nodded, smiling wider.

So it was that I walked unsteadily down the ramp and waited in line, feeling like I didn’t belong there. Soon I was next in line. What would I say? What would I do? I was sure if I opened my mouth I’d either burst into tears or faint.

Genderswapped IAMX sci-fi. The sci-fi was inspired by a word prompt, genderswapping by my own brain. (play spot the Immi lmao) Across the aisle, Sam rolled his eyes. “Leave Chris alone; she’s nervous.”

“And put on your own seatbelt, Johann,” shouted Jess, two seats back and in Sam’s aisle.

Patrick turned  to look at Chris. “Subspace travel is a bitch,” he said simply, and turned back to his book.

“Oh, I feel much less nervous now,” Chris said with a sardonic grin. “How do you know that, anyway?”

"I'm not exactly what I seem to be." He didn’t look up.

Chriimmi (While I Was Gone inspired). Chris/Imogen, inspired by scenes from Sue Miller’s While I Was Gone.

"You really ought not to do that, you know," he said softly.

"Do what?"

"Sneak up on me."

My eyes slid from his face. "I didn't mean to. It just... happened."

"Mm." I glanced back at him; he wore a lopsided smile. "Not that I minded." The tension was so strong the air nearly vibrated with it, yet I held my tongue, terrified that I was the only one feeling it. He took a breath, deep, nearly rising on his toes. "No. I didn't mind at all." He took my hand, circled his thumb over the back. My breath caught as I felt it, as I watched him looking down at our hands.

Chriimmi bathtub dream. dream inspired Chris/Immi smut.

Chriimmi twitter. twitfic plus some, inspired from an actual tweet iamx made that i’m still not over. 

@ imogenheap Come sing your lovely lyrics with us in London. @ IAMX misses you. CCx

ChrisxImmi main. grab bag of Chriimmi I was too lazy to put into separate docs.

“What do you think?” She grinned, twirling.

He cleared his throat. “Ah, I-Imogen, what are you wearing?”

“Well, I didn’t want to clash with your theme…  Janine helped me. Does it work?”

Scandalously short skirt, midriff-baring top, knee-high boots.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? You’re trying to fucking kill me.”

Her grin only widened, even though a blush had started.

Fic edit chriimmi ver. yeah. editing someone else’s original fic to be chrimmi. either never posting or editing the frick out of. ~_~

He kissed her neck, whispered into it, “I love you.”

Imogen laughed. “Bollocks,” she said lazily.

”I do!” Chris protested. She looked down at him, nestled on her shoulder. He looked back, open, a little adoring. “I fell in love with you halfway through the show; I sang every note just for you.”

”Oh, please. You couldn’t have seen me.”

”No,” he said. “But I knew you were out there… I knew it had been you the minute I saw you backstage.”

Hospital Chriimmi. In which my guilty feeling over RPF are even worse bc of the inspiration ^_^U “Ms. Heap. What a pleasant surprise.” It’s surprising, how well she remembers his voice.

“Mr. Corner, what have you got yourself into?”

“Oh, just a bit of lingering insomnia. You know how it is.”

She takes a seat in the chair near his bed, crossing her legs. “Well, I’ve certainly had a sleepless night here and there, but I’ve never ended up in hospital from it. So no, I don’t suppose I do know.” Her tone is light, but her smile has begun to crack.

ImmixChris genderbend smut. the my secret friend video is... fertile material. have not actually written the smut yet.

...he saw us as characters– we put on those clothes and become separate from ourselves, removed. Whereas I simply felt like myself in men’s clothes, and instead of feeling what He felt for Her, I just kept right on feeling what I felt for Chris, amplified to a distracting level.

ReluctantdommeImmixSubCC. ...shrug emoji? notes and uh. visualizing.

Vampire Chriimmi. based on a dream. smutty. inspired by True Blood so wow that’s old.

From my Markipairings folder:

demon dream. markiplier self insert...... ughhhhhhhh o///o

"You can have me," I tell the creature. "But this one," I jerk my head toward Mark, "comes with me. He's mine, you see." A bold proclamation to make, but in the moment I know that the truth in those words surpasses everything I've ever said. He is mine, and saying the thought out loud fills me with courage. He squeezes my hand, two short and a long one so strong I think he might break it.

I know we’ll win.

DommeJujY. same as above, same as the next four. smutty.

Fight team AU. i forget where i got this one from. vaguely inspired by loveless i guess.  The first clear thought I had was, He shouldn't have gone ahead of me. The second one was, I should have been able to protect him. But these came later, after the rage went away, after I hugged him and apologized, after I bandaged him…

Gaming meetcute. i win some contest or whatever to secretly tagteam w/ Mark. stuff happens and yeah......

The adrenaline surges through my veins as I take in the scene. Mark's avatar is flailing around, backed into a corner by some Eldritch Abomination and holy shit, the graphics in this game are amazing.

"This is not good, I can't move, I can't move…"

There's a voice in the back of my head screaming to shut the game down, to get that horrible thing off the screen. I ignore it.

Markinpanties. .......smut.

shifter-slight sci-fi AU. shrug emoji.

I looked up from the ground and saw I was heading straight for a brick wall. There was no time to slow down. I braced for impact...

It didn't happen. I opened my eyes and found myself in a café.

What.

Looking behind me, I saw a door. On impulse I walked over and opened it; the tree-lined street I could see through the glass was indeed there. No brick wall to smack my face into. Bewildered, I turned around and looked for a seat, choosing one near a window.

Gouldiplier~. master doc of ficbits of my cracky mccrackship, MarkiplierxEllie Goulding.

I check my phone during break time again. My selfie has been liked and retweeted thousands of times, and I shake my head in disbelief; I don't think that will ever stop surprising me, deep down. To make things even better, Mark's liked it! I'm in the middle of a happy jig when I realize there's a text from him and a squeak of joy slips from me.

hellooo gorgeous

looks like you're having fun. Hope the shoot's going great! <3

I quickly send a reply. it has been. Be glad when it's done tho. Missin u lots xo

Markipicbunnies. fanart of Mark for Gouldiplier insipration. photographer au. 

"Ms. Goulding, I'm really not sure about this…"

"I produce pictures that are intimate because I'm an intimate being, Mark." Ellie looked at him directly, a hint of a smile shaping her lips. "Deep down, I think you are too. We just need to draw you out a bit."

showersexgouldiplier. WELP. IT’S SMUT.

Also I have folders for my 2010/11 nanowrimo novel that are kinda still WIPs but also kinda not

i’m gonna tag.... @kippielovesyou @kiridork and @mistergrass and anyone else who wants to do this can too :3

#JujYwrites #Mintyblather #i have too much stuuuffffff