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h0e4jongho · 2 months

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RUN

Hongjoong X Reader

Based on my head cannon of Ateez; Who's a Dom, Sub Or Switch

WC :1.6K

TW : Primal play, degrading, name calling ( bitch, slut), jealous HJ, Marking, Unprotected ( dont do this ) Cream pie,

The car ride home was silent. The only sound in the cab being the hum of the engine and Hongjoong's soft breathing. He hadn't said a single word since you came back to your table from the bar, informing you that you two would be leaving the award dinner early. You knew something was bothering him but you knew better then to push him about it. So here you sat wordlessly as you watched the street lights pass by your window. It didn't take long for you to pull up the long drive way to your shared home. He puts the car in park but made no move to turn the engine off.

You look over at him deciding to finally break the silence. "Joong what's wrong?" you ask as soft as possible. You watch as he slowly turns to face you, his hand coming up to cup your face. He leans in and places a soft kiss to your lips, pulling back slightly to look you in the eyes. You feel his breath fan over your face as he speaks "Did you have a nice chat with Bang Chan tonight?" His voice calm. So that's what this had been about. The two mens groups have spent a lot of time together over the years with Woo and Changbin being best friends.

"Really Joong" you look him in the eyes "He was congratulating me on our engagement and complimenting on what a good job you did on picking out my ring" again he leans in and kisses your lips. "He couldn't take his eyes off you" he says against your lips before pressing into them again. This time you can feel the force behind it. "He was just being polite" you murmur back. He once again pulls back, this time his hand slides down to grab your chin. "You should know better then to be overly friendly with other people my love" You watch as he licks his lips, his eyes visibly changing as his demeanor does as well "you belong to me"

You can feel your heart rate spiking as you watch him, watching you. "I know I do Joong" you breathe out. "Oh but I don't think you do my pet" he laughs, his grip on your chin tightening a bit. He leans in for one more bruising kiss before pulling away, a sinister smile creeps along his lips as he says one singular word that sends a chill down your spine...

"Run"

Your eyes widen as your breath hitches. He leans back in his seat as he starts counting down from 60 "60, 59, 58.." you quickly undo your seat belt before throwing open the car door and taking off toward your house. You can hear the amusement in his voice behind you as he keeps counting. You race up the front steps, you fingers shaking as you punch the code into the front door keypad. Quickly making your way inside you close and lock the door behind you, hoping it will buy your a few seconds. Racing down the long hallway you throw your heels off, your bare feet meeting the cold marble of the floor. Your mind is racing, you need to find a place to hid and fast before he makes his way in the house.

You opt for one of the large closets in the bathroom on the main floor of the house, but not before throwing your purse on the steps, trying to make it look like you made your way up there. Quickly you situate yourself in the closet, opting to leave the door open a crack due to the loud click the handle makes. Just as you close the door you hear your front door open and close again. The house taking on an eerily quiet atmosphere. Then you hear it, Hongjoongs heavy footsteps as he makes his way deeper into the house.

"Oh were is my good girl?" he bellows out from the front of the house. The possessiveness in his voice sending a shock right to your core. "Come out, come out where ever you are!" You hear him walk around for what feels like forever before you finally hear the bathroom door open. You press your hand over your mouth to keep from saying something or for your heavy breathing to be heard. You hear his foots steps grow closer then just stop "Did you think you could really hide from me you stupid slut" he says with a chuckle before yanking the door open. You let out a small yelp as light floods the small closest. There he is standing in the doorway, glaring at you with hard eyes.

Before you can utter one word he has you in his arms, mouth crashing into yours. A vice grip on your arms. "You'v been a bad girl" he whispers against your temple. His hands coming to roam your body. "You know what happens to bad girls right" His voice is husky and deep and you're going to have to change your panties after this from how wet it gets you. "What are you going to do to me Joong?" you ask him in a small voice. He doesn't dignify you with a response, his mouth already exploring your neck as he spins you and pushes you back against the counter. His hands coming to your thighs pushing your dress up aggressively.

He lets out a growl when his hand comes in contact with your core and how wet your panties are. "Filthy slut, what did hearing how he couldn't stop looking at you turn you on?" His hand pulling back before coming forward again giving your clothed covered cunt a smack before gently rubbing it. A small moan leaves your throat at the action. " This pussy is mine and only mine" Your head thrown back as his other hand comes up to grip your breast through your dress. "To many layers" he growls as he grabs the neckline of your gown and tears it in half. The shards hanging from your body, your chest on full display for him. "Such a little slut, no bra" he coos as his head dips down, taking one of your hard nipples into his mouth. His warm tongue flicks your it before he get gently clamps his teeth around it.

"Fuckk" you cry out. He pulls off with a pop of his mouth. "Turn around" he says as he all but does it for you. The front of your hips meeting the edge of the counter. You look up and lock eyes with him in the mirror as you watch him push your dress up around your hips. You hear the clink of his belt buckle before you feel a weight of his heavy cock against your wet hole. "You have been such a fucking whore tonight" he says as he slides the tip of his dick up and down your slit "I planned on eating this pussy tonight but you wanted to be like that so now you get no prep" he growls as he shoves himself into. The sound that comes from you is almost inhuman.

No matter how many times he fucks you, you think you will never get used to how long his cock is. Joong hits places no one else can inside you. He gives you no time to adjust as he sets a brutal and punishing pace. His hips snapping back and forth crashing into your ass with each thrust. Your hips are smashed against the hard counter and you know there will be buses tomorrow. You almost cant take how he keeps hitting the same sweet spot inside you. Your head dropping down go rest on your hands before you feel a sharp pain in the back of your scalp.

"You will look at me while I fuck your cunt slut" he growls out yanking your head up by your hair. Bending over he latches onto your neck, bitting and sucking on it, littering your skin with pretty red and purple marks. Marking you as his again. Your moans coming out in broken gasps as he has that spot in you again and again. It doesn't take long before his thrusts start to falter, his erratic rhythm changing ever so slightly that tells you hes close. With one hand still twinned in your hair making you look at him, he snakes the other around your body and finds your clit.

Rubbing small circles against your swollen nerve has your vision spotting. "That's it, that's my good little slut. Cum all over my cock for me baby. Do this for me and I'll fill you up" Its to much for you to handle, and your vaulted over the edge. Your body spasming as you contract and grip his cock tight. Pulsing around him as he drives in and out of you. It only takes a few more thrusts before hes rutting into you, grunting out curse after curse as he empties himself deep in you. You two stay like this for a moment, feeling your bodies joined as one. He gently releases your hair, letting your head settle on your hands, still looking up at him.

He looks down as he slowly pulls out of you, watching as his cum starts to dribble out of your swollen hole. He quickly takes two fingers, scooping it up and pushing it back in. You let out a throaty moan at the pain yet it feels good. You watch as Hongjoong quickly reaches for a wash cloth from the closet behind him, wetting it with warm water he makes quick work of cleaning you up. Slowly he helps you stand up straight, turning you to look at him. You watch as he scans your body, his eyes falling on the marks on your neck and chest.

"Let's try and see someone flirt with you now" he smirks down at you as he places a soft kiss on your lips "Your mine pretty baby"

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axelsagewrites · 8 months

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Hello, could you do a SFW or NSFW alphabet for Sansa Stark? Post season 7 (i mean it like adult Sansa not in the early seasons).

If it's something that makes you uncomfortable i apologize in advance.

Sansa Stark NSFW Alphabet

Sansa x reader (realised after writing that only C is a male reader head cannon) Word count: 1409

Masterlist Here

A/N: keep an eye out for a sfw version in the next day or two

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Sansa is extremely cuddly after sex. she can get pretty quiet but will lay contently on your chest, her hand rubbing circles on your skin. she loves if you play with her hair, even running your hand through it as she enjoys the comfortable silence. she just loves to be held.

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners)

Sansa loves your back. She loves to trail her fingers down it, give you massages to get the mood started, or even leave faint scratches down it when things get extra frisky. However, this means she also loves your shoulders and to grab on them during your alone time.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

She likes to swallow but blushes like crazy after. She always finds the idea appealing but then always gets embarrassed now matter how much you praise her.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Honestly sex in general to Sansa feels like a dirty secret. she can be quite private about her likes but the longer you are with her the sooner you learn that the hickeys you leave behind along her skin are one of her favourite parts of it all.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

She’s pretty inexperienced with sex and shy to learn but once she trusts you, she is eager to please and ease into new things.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

Not sure if it counts as a position but she defiantly loves to sit on your face. Its not often Sansa wants to be the one in control but sometimes it does happen but even when she feels submissive the thought of riding your face gets her in the mood immediately.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

It depends on the mood and the day but Sansa for sure loves morning casual giggly sex. She likes to trail her fingers along your skin, teasing you and laughing when you tease her back which leads into more pretty fluffy sex.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Sansa defiantly takes pride in her appearance. she probably wouldn’t completely shave but she will keep it well trimmed. Modern Sansa would defiantly have a standing appointment to get her whole body waxed.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

She loves the romance side of sex. don’t get me wrong sometimes she is horny just for the sake of being horny, but Sansa gets turned on by romance. If you were to draw her a bath filled with bath oils, milks, and flower petals she would practically beg you to join her in the waters.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Head canon)

She’d probably be embarrassed at first if you caught her masturbating but would also secretly love having you watch her, encouraging her from the side line. I also feel like she would masturbate a lot, especially when she was bored.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise kink. no question this is her biggest kink. she loves to be loved and hearing you tell her how good she is would really get her going. She also likes to act shy during sex, enjoying slight teasing. Sometimes she’d want to be more dom of course and when that happens, she’s a softer dom who likes to tease till you beg in her lap.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Mostly you keep your activities to your chambers but when Sansa gets horny her mind always goes back to the times you took her in front of the fireplace. She has a chaise lounge in front of it which that you went down on her on once and now even sitting on it makes her horny. or the time you did it on the rugs in front of a warm fireplace.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

She would probably get turned on by the whole secret of it. Like having a code word like ‘Mereen is nice in the spring I’m told’ that no one else would think twice of. She would get turned at the idea of sneaking out of a hall to go do it or even just being in a secret relationship. She’d never be ashamed of her partner, but she would love the thrill.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Impact play or causing her pain in general. She’d be a hard no to face slapping or hard spankings. light spankings maybe. She’d also be a hard no to you degrading her.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She is fucking loves to receive it. It is genuinely one of her favourite parts however she also loves to get you off so sex would often start with her dropping to her knees or crawling under the covers.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Most of the time she prefers it slow and sensual but there have been times where she’s desperate and it gets fast and messier, but she never really wants it rough, rough.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sansa would not be opposed to sneaking out a dinner party for a quickie. in fact, she’d probably encourage it. Though if you have a quickie earlier in the day best believe at night, you’re not leaving her chambers

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

At first no. Sansa would take a long time to build up trust but once she has, she would become more open. She’d defiantly want to talk through it all in detail first no matter how embarrassed she could get. She hates surprises. Also, she won’t take risks with location since the idea of getting caught going down on you in the gods wood terrifies her

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Sansa can get weirdly energized by sex and can go all night. If you go once, you’ll probably go a few times. She might take a long break in between rounds to enjoy your company but she would defiantly be the one asking to go again.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Modern Sansa owns a bullet vibrator that she keeps stashed in her underwear drawer. Its her saving grace and prized possession and she keeps in constantly charged and in a pink case. However, once you find it you began to introduce it to sex. Introduce messy make out sessions on her bed with you teasing her with her vibe over her panties.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

When Sansa did feel more dom, she defiantly liked to tease. She’d never be cruel and completely hold out on you, but she would enjoy seeing how long she could make you wait and hearing your whines.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She could moan from the slightest touch, but they were always quiet soft moans. Nearing her finishing though they would get louder but Sansa would bite her lip, leaving her with an almost permanent indent.

W = Wild Card (A random head canon for the character)

Modern Sansa would have a wardrobe of lingerie that she hangs on speciality hangers. She would love the feeling of slipping on some soft silk or tickly lace that only she, well and you, knew she was wearing.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

She’s defiantly a boxer brief kind of girl and a matching bralette

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It really depends on how her weeks been going but she usually does have a higher sex drive however she doesn’t mind masturbating once you fall asleep if you have a lower one.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

She doesn’t really get tired after sex, just quiet. but she is content to cuddle with you till you start snoring in her arms

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daddyhausen · 11 months

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Can you give me something, anything, with Nick Jackson? He needs more love!!

• nsfw alphabet — nick jackson •

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{ masterlist } | { aew masterlist } | { nick jackson masterlist }

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }

{ word count } — 1k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x nick jackson

{ genre } — smut

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{ beta readers } — @allelitesmut + @legit9thlunaticwarrior

{ comment if you want to be added to the taglist }

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a – aftercare – { what they're like after sex }

nick would be kind of awkward, more or less he’d ask how you were feeling, if it was good for you etc… he’d still hold you close, offer you his body to lay on, cradle you in his arms until you fell asleep

b – body part – { their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s }

he does not have a favourite body part of himself, but for you he would say your thighs. they’re so pillowy and soft, he loves resting his head atop of them, peppering small kisses and love bites to your inner thighs. he also loves when his head is buried between them

c – cum – { anything to do with cum }

he’ll be messy with it, down right filthy. he’ll cum all over every inch of you multiple times. something about it just gets him going

d – dirty secret – { pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs }

being a good christian boy he’d never admit this to anyone, but one time when the both of you were younger he jerked off to you inside the church’s confessional booth

e – experience – { how experienced are they, do they know what they're doing ? }

nick has had his fair share of women, so he would have some experience, albeit its mostly vanilla

f – favourite position – { this goes without saying }

you’d half expect him to say missionary due to his almost goody-two-shoes nature, but this man prefers to be behind you, slamming your hips back against his, a handful of hair, whispering the raunchiest of sins in your ear

g – goofy – { are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc }

growing up, he was told that sex should be something feared, something that should never be taken lightly. yet as time passed and he began to experience the joys and wonders of fucking, he’s grown to be more carefree during it.

h – hair – { how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes. etc }

he’d either be trimmed or clean shaven

i – intimacy – { how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect }

nick can be a romantic when he wants. intimacy comes in different forms, he’ll cherish you during, maintaining eye contact or with loving, sweet kisses, other times it would be him taking his time ruining you, watching you come undone, piece by piece

j – jerk off – { masturbation head cannon }

once he discovered the joys of masturbation, it was downhill from there. at least twice a day is a normal amount for him. on days where he’s feeling more frisky it could be up to four or five.

k – kink – { one or more of their kinks }

switch

mommy/daddy kink

pegging

breeding

religion kink

corruption

spitting

praise

degradation

spanking/mild impact play

voyeurism

biting

gags

female-led relationship

cuckholding

choking

outdoor/public sex

auralism/sound play

edging

orgasm control/forced orgasms

l – location – { favourite places to have sex }

even though it is sacreligious, he’ll fuck you in the pews of the old abandonned church late at night

m – motivation – { what turns them on? }

the slightest bit of flirtation gets him going, you just have to hint at sex and he’s already racing up stairs, or to the car if you’re not home

n – no – { something they would not do, turn offs }

i don’t think he’d be into filming that much, he’d rather keep those moments private

o – oral – { preference in giving or receiving, skill etc }

he receives most of the time, not that he doesn’t like giving, you’re just the one who offers first.

p – pace – {are they fast and rough? slow and sensual etc }

he likes it rough and fast. sure soft sex is something he adores but nothing compares to the sounds you make when he’s buried deep inside you, absolutely destroying your insides

q – quickies – { their opinions on quickies, how often ect }

he’s already dragging you to the locker rooms for one, sometimes just mere minutes before a match

r – risk – { are they game to experiment? do they take risks? }

it took him a while to get used to expeirementing, before only thinking sex was just missionary and then orgasm. he now finds joy in coming up with new ways to make you feel good

s – stamina – { how many rounds can they go for? how often? }

you swear this man is not human with the amount of rounds he can go in a night. i’d say about three is a good estimate

t – toys – { do they own toys? do they use them? on themselves or a partner? }

he’s got a stash hidden in the bottom draw of his nightstand, he rarely uses them on himself, he just buys them because he knows you love experimenting with them

u – unfair – { how much they like to tease }

he’s a big tease. no matter where you are he’ll always find an opportunity to tease you. although he can be kind of a hypocrite as he hates being teased himself

v – volume – { how loud are they, what noise they make? }

nick is loud, he adores the way you make him feel and will evidently voice it.

w – wildcard – { random headcannon }

“you’re going to hell for corrupting me, you evil witch” nick’s groans echoed through the empty cathedral. the sound cacophonous with thick acoustics as the sound bounced off the brick and stained glass

his size buried deep within you, bodies sprawled out atop the marble alter, before his god. he’s been questioning his faith for a while, thoughts of his god abandoning him in his worst moments, seeking comfort in the unholy wench that laid naked beneath him, greedily accepting the warmth of his loins.

a good christian boy he was, he should have known better than to seek sanctuary between the thighs of a woman such as you. but your grasp was far too strong for him to fight, you’d corrupted him the moment he stepped foot inside the cathedral

“looks like you’re coming with me”

x – x-ray – { lets see whats under those clothes, their size }

he’s about average length. maybe five to six inches.

y – yearning – { how high is their sex drive? }

he thinks about sex all the time, especially if it’s during long trips away from you

z — zzz – { how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards }

he would not fall asleep right after, he’ll make sure that you’re comfortable first, lightly playing with your hair or tracing shapes in your skin

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satninroses · 11 months

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NSFW Alphabet

(A/N): Hey!! Slowly working through these fics to get them posted again. Hopefully either by tonight or tomorrow, I should be back on track with requests.

Summary: An A-Z list of all NSFW head cannons with Elvis :)

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Fem! Reader

Word count: 1,046

Warnings: SMUT! MINORS DNI! I'm not going to tag everything separately. This is ALL smut! (There are probably some typos)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Elvis is very careful with you after sex! He would make sure that you’re all cleaned up first. If he had gone particularly hard on you, he’ll offer some Tylenol and a soothing back rub.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part on himself is his chest. He thinks he looks manly and really good when it’s exposed out of the jumpsuit.

His favorite body part on you is probably your eyes or your breasts. Your eyes were the things that drew him to you; like a moth to a lamp. Your tits are just an added bonus.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He tries not to be TOO messy with it. Occasionally if you’re giving him head, he might cum on your face, but he doesn’t make you do weird things with it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

When he’s on the road, he carries a picture of you, completely naked. He like to relieve himself right before shows that way he’s not thinking about it during the performance.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s pretty experienced. He’s had girlfriends and escorts before.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Either missionary or doggy style. He loves to see your pretty face and bouncing tits. He also like to see you face down and and ass up. He loves to watch the globes of your ass jiggle on his dick.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s a little goofy. He’s more focused on bringing both of you to your climaxes. Sometimes he cracks jokes just to hear you giggle.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s somewhat groomed. For himself, he doesn’t pay much attention to it. He’s neat down there, but it’s not completely trimmed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very. He’ll whisper in your ear how much he loves you and how he’s so lucky to have a girl like you. He loves you so much.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t jack off as frequently as he used to. Usually he’ll try and rub one out before the show. Occasionally when you aren’t home, he’ll get one out as well.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Biting, sucking, I imagine that he has an oral fixation of some kind. He also like to do quickies in somewhat public locations.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bed, the couch, and the counter are his go to spots.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves when you call him Satnin. Every time you say it, he just feels this primal urge to take you- wherever you’re at.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wouldn’t hurt you. I would punch you, or slap you, or bite you too hard. He doesn’t want to ruin your delicacy.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Both! He loves getting his dick sucked. It’s one of his favorite things in the world. That doesn’t mean that he doesn’t to return the favor.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He can be both. He loves it when he’s fast and rough, it’s what makes you and him cum the hardest, but if you’re having a rough day and just need to feel him, he’ll be gentle and passionate.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He likes them! He enjoys having a time limit of sorts. He likes that it gives him the chance to be fast and rough with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Every now and then, he can’t contain himself and he’ll give you a quickie in a gas station bathroom, or maybe he’ll fuck you nice and deep in the back seat of the car while no one else is looking.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for many rounds. You try to match his libido but sometimes it’s a little do much.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He probably doesn’t own any toys for himself. However, you might have a dildo or 2 that he LOVES to use on you. While he’s fucking you nice and deep, he might work the dildo into your ass or make you suck it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s a big tease. Not in a way to make you mad or anything! If you ask him to keep going while he’s doing something, there’s a 50% chance that he’ll stop and move onto something else.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not super loud. He might let out a loud groan from the bottom of his chest but that’s about as loud as it gets.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He’s always wanted to have a threesome with you and another guy. He’s not gay, he just likes to watch you be the pretty little whore you are. He’s never asked you though.

(Possible fic idea!! Lmk!)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s way above average. I picture 8.5 - 9 inches. He’s circumcised. His balls are a little heavy but not painful. He has a very protruding veins around the circumference of his cock. He curves a little to left but it’s not a problem. His tip is a pretty pinkish- red color.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high. If he’s in a “mood” you might go for 4-5 rounds a day. He’ll always apologize that he’s so horny.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’ll do his aftercare routine on you and himself first. Afterwards, he’ll slip into bed and hold you close to him as you both sleep in a calm serene state.

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selena-tyler-564 · 6 months

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Rhea Ripley NFSW Alphabet

a – aftercare – { what they’re re like after sex } rhea always it takes care of you after sex she always cleans you up because after she’s done with you because you’re both always a wet mess. She’ll run you are hot bath and tell you how beautiful you are and after you guys usually either cuddle to sleep or take a smoke.

b – body part – { their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s } your favorite part of her body is her tattoos. You love tracing them and watching her finger tattoos disappear in and out of you while she figures you. Rhea’s favorite part of you is your ass and hips gripping onto them so tight you’re almost sure you’ll have Marks.

c – cum – { anything to do with cum } your favorite way to cum is riding Rhea well looking down at her smirking black lipstick stained lips her favorite way to come is when you guys are in 69 and you eat her out until she shakes.

d – dirty secret – { pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs } Rhea constantly has violent sex dreams and thoughts about you so every couple of nights, while you’re a in bed she’ll tap on the shoulder smirk at you. That’s how you know She just had one of those dreams

e– experience – { how experienced are they, do they know what they're doing ? } Rhea’s no stranger when it comes to a pussy being that she has one, so she knows what to do to make you feel good, but she also likes when you tell her what feels good to you.

f – favourite position – { this goes without saying } Rhea’s favorite position is any position where your ass is in her face or in her view so like doggy reverse cowgirl, 69

g – goofy – { are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc } rhea is usually very serious but when you guys have whole day off or the weekend she’ll really go slow and just enjoy her time with you and have some fun.

h – hair – { how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes. etc } Rhea’s is always waxed with a triangular landing strip as for hair on you. She really doesn’t care as long as you’re clean.

i – intimacy – { how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect } Rhea loves talking you through sex, she’ll whisper dirty things in your ears, and give you an instructions all the time And you love it.

j – jerk off – { masturbation head cannon } Rhea doesn’t like masturbating so she usually brings you on all her trips. However there is nothing that makes her wetter than catching you with your fingers on your dripping wet cunt.

k – kink – { one or more of their kinks } whenever you beg It doesn’t matter what for like to let you cum or to let you wear her clothes it doesn’t matter she just loves when you beg her.

l – location – { favourite places to have sex }

Rhea could have sex anywhere, Sure she likes to tease but if her little princess is so horny she’s uncomfortable Rhea will do anything to make sure your good even if that means going face down in between your legs before a match or at long lunch.

m – motivation – { what turns them on? }

Rhea is a slut for you she could literally go from being so focused to all over you horny.One Rhea’s biggest motivation is when you’re acting bratty or talking back she just can’t want to punish you.

n – no – { something they would not do, turn offs}

(Rhea doesn’t have a lot of these) watching porn actually turns her off she said “I don’t like porn that shit rots your brain” Rhea also never wants to do anything that hurts you

o – oral – { preference in giving or receiving, skill etc } Rhea loves giving you head she loves to pin you to the bed and make you cum so many times you lose count. Rhea loves and really appreciates when you give her head too.

p – pace – { are they fast and rough? slow and sensual etc } Rhea’s usually fast and rough with you but she doesn’t mind having a slow night and just enjoying the time you guys have together.

q – quickies – { their opinions on quickies, how often ect } Rhea doesn’t really like them she likes to have as much time as possible to make sure you both finish at least twice.

r – risk – { are they game to experiment? do they take risks? } Rhea really down for whatever just as long as you’re comfortable and she doesn’t feel that she’s gonna hurt you.

s – stamina – { how many rounds can they go for? how often } we can go until you’re begging her to stop. She loves to make you come so many times you lose your mind usually four or five rounds every time.

t – toys – { do they own toys? do they use them? on themselves or a partner? } Rhea loves toys she really likes edging you with them but when she’s really gonna make you cum she make sure she uses nothing but the basics a.k.a. her fingers, and mouth

u – unfair – { how much they like to tease } rhea is the biggest tease of them all she could spend hours in between your legs doing nothing but teasing. but whatever you tease Rhea, she never lets it get too far until your bent over getting a punishment.

v – volume – { how loud are they, what noise they make} when you guys first got together Rhea wasn’t very loud at all. She was kind of shy but now if something feels good, there’s no way to shut her up and of course you’ve always been loud because how could you not when you’re taking her fine ass

w – wildcard – { random headcanon } “damn doll shit that feels good” Rhea loves, calling you doll and will call you that all the time during sex especially when you’re something that makes her feel good like eating her out or taking the strap good.

x – x-ray – { lets ee whats under those clothes, their size } She’s average all the round kind of muscular of course but you wouldn’t be able to tell over the baggie, sweatpants or oversized hoodies and biker shorts

y – yearning – { how high is their sex drive? } Rhea’s sex drive is high as hell. She could go at any time anywhere.

z -zzz – { how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards } rhea always likes to cuddle you until you fall asleep just to make sure you’re OK and get to sleep before she does.

The End💜

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grayson-baller · 1 year

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Orange Cassidy -- NSFW Alphabet --

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warnings: smut--18+

word count: 1885

pairing: fem!reader & orange cassidy

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a – aftercare – [ what they're like after sex ]

Orange loves having his arms wrapped around you after sex. The feeling of your warm, sated body against his is enough to relax him. He loves having you lay on him, using his chest as a pillow. Often, he will idly trace patterns on your back, whispering sweet nothings as your breathing calms down. Sometimes he will gather your sleepy body and get you in the bath or a shower, soaping up your body while he reminds you that he loves you.

b – body part – [ their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s ]

He never really thought about a favorite body part until you rocked against his thigh one night, whines spilling from your lips. Now he is obsessed with you on his lap, rocking against his thighs. The sounds you make go straight to his cock. He might joke about your ass or your tits, but he loves you neck and collarbone. He loves to press kisses there when he is inside of you, feeling your moans vibrate through your throat.

c – cum – [ anything to do with cum ]

The first time he fucked you without a condom, he couldn’t stop himself staring at the way his cum leaked down your thighs. He never expected it to be as hot as it was. Since then, he tries to cum in you often, watching himself spill out of you. Sometimes it is enough to gear him up for a second round, just to get the see the sight once more.

d – dirty secret – [ pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs ]

Orange loves the way you claw at him during sex. He’ll see faint scratch marks down his back, knowing they were from you. He loved seeing evidence marked on his skin of the way you lost control. He loves it because it is just a physical reminder that he is yours, because he is. Just like he knows you are his.

e – experience – [ how experienced are they, do they know what they're doing ? ]

Orange has had a few past serious relationships, and a handful of casual hook-ups. What he didn’t have in experience prior, he learned from you. From watching you, what brings you pleasure.

f – favorite position – [ this goes without saying ]

Missionary. As boring as it may sound, he loves looking into your eyes as he fucks you. He loves feeling your hands on his back, nails digging into his skin. He gets to watch you as you cum, seeing the bliss on your face. He gets to watch your tits bounce as he pumps into you. He gets to feel your waist and thighs, especially when you wrap your legs around him.

g – goofy – [ are they more serious it the moment? are they humorous? etc ]

Depends on his mood. After a match or workout, he might be more intense and serious. Date night? That’s when the goofier side comes out. He likes to hear your soft giggles mixed in with your moans. Seeing pleasure and a smile on your face does something to him that he can’t explain. His—and your—personal favorite is when he insists on spelling words out when he goes down on you.

h – hair – [ how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes. etc ]

Orange keeps himself maintained. Some hair but trimmed.

i – intimacy – [ how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect ]

Orange doesn’t think of himself as a big romantic, but you disagree. He isn’t prone to big romantic gestures, but it’s the little things that really make you swoon. Like when you are out at a restaurant ordering dessert to split, he orders a second one for you to take home for later. When he is traveling, he makes sure to leave you a few clean tees to sleep in. He’ll send you a dozen sweet messages, as well as snap photos of things that remind him of you—it could be stuffed animals, stars, or a sunset he wishes he was with you to enjoy.

j – jerk off – [ masturbation head cannon ]

Before you, jerking off was something he frequented. It was easier than trying to use dating apps or meeting a woman in a bar. After you, it was seldom that he needed to jerk off. He’d save it for times when you weren’t in the mood, or when he was traveling and couldn’t wait until he got back to you. In those times, he’d be in the shower of the hotel room, picturing your wet and soapy body there with him.

k – kink – [ one or more of their kinks ]

Orange is tame when it comes to kinks. He might be a soft dom, though he doesn’t prefer any honorifics, Maybe the occasional one that slipped past your lips, but he prefers hearing his names coming from your lips. He loves food play in the form on whip cream or even berries. Something about the sweet taste of the whip cream or fruit against your sweet skin drives him wild. His favorite is trailing a berry across your body, licking up the juices. He also absolutely loves when you do it to him too.

l – location – [ favorite places to have sex ]

Orange doesn’t get very adventurous about where he fucks you. He prefers in your house, or behind the locked door of a hotel room. Anywhere that he can have you alone, uninterrupted. He hates the idea of someone else seeing what is just for his eyes—or vice versa—what is meant only for your eyes.

m – motivation – [ what turns them on? ]

You. Just the way your eyes light up when you laugh, or the way your throat bobbles when you swallow is enough to set him off sometimes. You’re his, and everything about you is enough to get a rise out of him. He loves the time when you try or when you tease him, but nothing beats the moments when he just catches a glimpse of you out of the corner of his eyes, knocking the air out of his lungs and yet again reminding him how lucky he is.

n – no – [ something they would not do, turn offs ]

Orange wouldn’t indulge in public sex. It’d be too easy to be caught or overheard. Nor would he ever consider letting someone else fuck you. Sex is something he views to be just between the two of you.

o – oral – [ preference in giving or receiving, skill etc ]

He’ll never say no to receiving. He loves watching you with a mouthful of his cock, eyes looking up at him. However, nothing beats when he goes down on you, tasting you while feeling your thighs around his head, your fingers in his hair, moans of pleasure filling up the room. He loves making you reach completion once or twice with his mouth as foreplay before fucking you.

p – pace – [ are they fast and rough? slow and sensual etc ]

It can vary. When it calls for it, he can do a fast pace. He also loves the times when he can take his time with you. He loves slowly swiveling his hips, gently bucking into you. Hearing your whimpers and pleas, knowing that you want more of him—which he will happily oblige.

q – quickies – [ their opinions on quickies, how often ect ]

He loves them. His flight is in a few hours? Perfect time to pull down your panties, fucking you against the bedroom door.

r – risk – [ are they game to experiment? do they take risks? ]

He doesn’t take many risks. It’s not his usual style. As for experimenting, if it was something you wanted to try, he’d be opened minded. So long as it wasn’t something he was against.

s – stamina – [ how many rounds can they go for? how often ]

Orange could go two rounds, ensuring that you come at least once before he fucks you.

t – toys – [ do they own toys? do they use them? on themselves or a partner? ]

It might not be an often occurrence, but Orange has been known to use your vibrating wand on your clit while thrusting inside you. When he uses it, his favorite position is doggy style while he fucks into you from behind, wand on your clit. Other times, he likes to sit on the bed, watching you use the wand on yourself.

u – unfair – [ how much they like to tease ]

Orange isn’t a big tease. His preference is to fuck you then and there, hearing your gasps of pleasure as you orgasm, squeezing his cock. He loves when you tease him though. Light brushes against his pants, maybe when you wear a pair of lacy panties under a shirt, giving him a glimpse.

v – volume – [ how loud are they, what noise they make ]

He’s not very vocal beyond a few grunts and groans. He likes when you are vocal though, even going as far as reminding you to use your words.

w – wildcard – [ a random head cannon ]

He groaned, feeling you wiggle on his lap He grunted at the feeling of you wiggling on his lap

He was hard, had been for the last half hour. Had been from the moment you walked into the living room with the container of raspberries you purchased that morning

Wearing nothing but his dark tee. No panties underneath. He already caught a glimpse of your pretty pussy when you straddled him

He let you have your fun.

The sweet, torturous swivel of your hips had your core rubbing against him

Taunting him with what he knew would soon be coming.

He loved your sweet giggle as you reached back into the container for another raspberry

His mouth watered, knowing he was going to later treat you to the same, tasting the other half of the container off your skin.

He sucked in a breath as you ran the berry along his collarbone, down his chest

Your tongue peaking out of your mouth as your head bent down to lap up the juice that trinkled down his skin.

“Fuck, baby.” He mumbled, closing his eyes at the sensation. He could hear your giggles once more before you grinded yourself against him once more.

x – x-ray – [ lets see whats under those clothes, their size ]

I’d say he is about average, maybe a little longer but leaner in girth.

y – yearning – [ how high is their sex drive? ]

Orange’s sex drive is moderate. He might not crave it every day, but it’s not to say you don’t have a healthy sex life. Or that there aren’t the days when you go more than once a day.

z -zzz – [ how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards ]

He doesn’t fall asleep right away. He might doze off a little, staying awake enough to ensure that you are okay. He’ll finally let himself fall asleep once you are asleep, warmly wrapped up in blankets and his arms. Sometimes, he catches himself staring at you, wondering how he got so lucky.

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that-one-sketch · 1 year

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Monstrum Sans and how he works

Good god, this is going to be a long post. Thank you, and good luck to those who make it through all of this, brain fumble of LOOOOOORE. Also, feel free to ask me questions. I am willing answer anything y’all might be interested in.

As this is the first post for this series. I also, don’t have a name for it quite yet. I have just been calling it ‘CAN’T BE SANS’ kinda taking in sans’ original meaning, without. So the name translating to ‘CAN’T BE WITHOUT’. aaaaaaaaand if I wasn’t calling it that it was just ‘MONSTRUM’. I would also like to throw out there. I. AM. NOT. GOOD. AT. CONSTANT. POSTING. I AM REALLY SLOW. That is just me. Wanted that clear, and out in the open. Okay, so quick note, I am not the best with words writing words. My dyslexia does not help. So if you do look at the pictures, just know I may have forgotten a few words here and there. Just a heads up!

Who or what is Monstrum? Let's get this out of the way. He is a God in terms of the Underground. He has a, really, u n f a t h o m a b l e number of SOULS in his person. He also lives as an outsider of Frisk and Chara’s AU. As Monstrum has explained one time to Frisk and Alphys, he was formed from a collapse of a megavurse. A megavurse being the whole cannon of a singular ‘PLAYER’. How that happened, Monstrum himself is unsure. All he ever stated it on it was, “0n3 94y. 1 ju5t 507tt’4, w0k3 up.” [Translation brought to you by Frisk: One day. I just sortt’a, woke up.] He also says the numbers and letters as they are. Here is what he is saying in physically words, ‘Zero N three nine four Y. One J U five seven T T four, W zero K three U P’. So yeah no one can understand him unless you can see the text box. And in this AU, that is only the ‘PLAYER’ characters. Such as Frisk Now, he can do just about anything he wants, but chooses to follow the rules of whatever the world he falls into. He does not wish to break anything or cause harm to any universe, no matter how destructive or horrible it maybe. He treads lightly If he follows the rule of a world, why does he do things he shouldn’t Frisk in a world that is not his? Well, Monstrum’s original SOUL is unknown. Although, the ones around him do believe his original SOUL was a Bravery or Justice SOUL. Why they think that is, Monstrum is known to very expressive, but to be very blunt when asked things. So when Monstrum find Frisk alone, and very vulnerable. Looking for someone for comfort, and protection while trapped all alone in a geno run. He had a sort of sense of guilt if he did nothing to help, giving a form of protectiveness when he found how frail Frisk was. Also, when Monstrum dose help and is willing to leave and watch from the shadows. Frisk keeps calling him ‘Sans’. As Monstrum may not have the overall appearance of ‘Sans’, and by no means does he count as a ‘Sans’, this sort of gives him a role to play in Frisk and Chara’s AU. Now connecting him, as Frisk wishes him to stay. So he is willing to fill a role of someone he may not like, or want to meet. If Monstrum was ‘made outside’ of Frisk and Chara’s AU, why did he come to this abandoned AU? When Monstrum just woke up that one day, he meet a ‘PLAYER AVATAR’/‘PLAYER INTERFACE’ named ██████. And was willing to guid the goliath monster. One of the questions being, where he was. The answer, the LOST LIMBO. As the ‘PLAYER INTERFACE’ explained, “[...] Some like to call this the VOID, but this is much more different. This is where abandoned AU’s and Megavurses go to stay in limbo.” Asking of his purpose was left with, ‘its up to you. Find your own role.’ ██████ sort of leaving him to find his own world to find. Or to remove. He didn’t know where to go as the LOST LIMBO was absurdly large, and finding his way around or even a place took a long time. Or what felt like a time. His first world found, was the AU he ended up staying in. When he found Frisk and Chara’s world, he was asked to stay by Frisk and did. If Monstrum was to fall in love, who would he fall in love with? Monstrum is Ace, also his attacments are that of a fatherly protection over Frisk. This also extends to Chara but, more like an uncle than a dad. Now to the other monsters, he is protective over them. But more in a friend or acquaintance thing. So, no love stories sorry. However, if you wish to ship him you are allowed. I can’t stop you. If I could ask but one thing, it would be that you make the person he is with an adult. Monstrum is protective over younger characters, he is not attracted to them.

So Monstrum is a god. What is his abilities? Monstrum can do anything he wants. He has a stupid number of SOULs, which means he has things that are outside of just the Undertale Omegaverse. Omegaverse being fandom/true world cannon of the creative. He can travel to other places, other Omegavurses and Megavurses. Monstrum is not limited to Undertale. As his appearance may be of the format, you will still knodice, he does not act or play the part of an UT character. Once again, the others around him have made theories on this and that.

But to drive home to the main question. I will list the ones he has shown. [Note he does not have a Gaster Blaster.]

ᐧ Form change [Even If it is rare, it did happen at least twice in the AU world]

ᐧ Summoning Giant hands. Mainly used for combat, and for long range battle.

ᐧ Character Animate [Giving one of the countless SOULS to the WORLD CODE to recreate the a character. Example, Chara was given a form from Monstrum. As this may use the CODE of the character. It is not the memory of the characters. Only their personalities. So no Trauma :) Also, their appearance is different as they are coming from Monstrum. And the appearance reflects SOUL. Some will keep their OG WORLD CODE POWER, and some (Chara) get diffe]

ᐧ A hammer with a red [X] and a green [O] on its fronts. Both sides have their own ability and symbol. What does this hammer do? Turn on and off code. Red, or [X], makes things False. While green, or [O], makes everything True.

ᐧ Another way Monstrum can battle is with is tail and horns. Monstrum is a brawler of sorts. So he will always choose to get up close and personal to fight. His tail can be extended for longer attacks.

That's all I got for now! Maybe more later!

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worksby-d · 3 years

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can i request a head cannon of ransom x reader where the reader is lowkey clingy and ransoms like ??? because he doesn’t know what showing affection is until one night the reader doesn’t cuddle him or anything and he bugs her until she does cuddle him please <3

thank you for the request 💘

pairing: ransom drysdale x reader

summary: ransom doesn't realize he's a cuddler until you're not one night

warnings: none

word count: ~500

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your tendency to be physical in the way you show affection is impossible for him to ignore – he's not used to the hand holding, the hugs, or the shoulder touches

at first, it was a reflex for him to pull away from you or to freeze under your touch, and that didn't go unnoticed by you, but you've never forced him to reciprocate affection the same way

when he'd pull away, you would reluctantly give him space, but it wouldn't be long before you were clinging on him again out of habit

most striking to him was the way you stayed so close to him after sleeping together the first time – he was used to women up and leaving afterward, but in your blissful daze, you snuggled against his side, draping an arm over his torso

as you drifted off to sleep, he was wide awake beside you, body tense underneath your arm, but he didn't let himself succumb to the urge to push you away or get out of bed

the slight weight of you half on top of him and the sound of your steady breathing, much to his surprise when he awoke the next morning, eventually lulled him to sleep

since then, he's still not the one to initiate such closeness, but when you do, it doesn't stress him out the way it did, in fact he now silently waits for you to reach for his hand or put your arm around him in bed

however, tonight you fell asleep facing away from him, leaving him to lay there fully awake, staring at the ceiling, realizing he's gotten used to falling asleep with you holding onto him

as time continues to pass without any sign of you rolling over, he glances beside him, his lips pressing together in a small smile as he admires how relaxed you look, and sound based on the quiet snores you let out every so often

he almost second guesses his next move, not wanting to disturb you, but he carefully turns onto his side so his chest is close to your back

lifting his arm, he slowly eases it around you, maneuvering a few different ways, not really sure what to do with his hand until he kind of just plants it on the bed by your chest

he just begins to relax when the unfamiliar weight of his arm on you causes you to stir

“ransom?” your voice is barely above a whisper, yawning before you can say anything else

he tenses up and attempts to retract his arm. “i- i'm sorry, didn't mean to wake you-”

“wait,” you whisper as you register what he's doing and gently grab his hand to keep his arm in place as you turn over to face him. “keep your arm around me,” you ask, nestling your face against his chest

“okay,” he says quietly, a little unsure, but in time relaxing once again, even getting comfortable enough to rub your back a little, easily soothing you back to sleep

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just-weird-fanfics · 2 years

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HIII!!

When you're ready to write again(take your time<3) may I get a Micheal afton x male! Reader!? Smut or fluff head cannons or ABC alphabet please <33

Sure thing! Here you go

Fluff ABC alphabet with Michael Afton

A=Affection (how affectionate are they with a s/o?)

Michael is fairly affectionate. obviously he's very cautious of who hes around because he doesn't want them getting hurt. and he also distance himself a lot. but if you so happen to come into his life he will be all soft with you. most likely if he comes home in the morning he just wants to hug you.

B=Beauty (what do they admire about their s/0? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

I feel like micheal can't really choose. he thinks your prefect. but if he had to choose he would probably choose your arms. only because you holding him makes him feel better after a rough night shift.

c=cuddle (do they cuddle? if they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

Normally when he gets home it's like 6:30. so you'll be sleeping. just cause he can't cuddle with you during the night doesn't mean he doesn't cuddle you. he'll sit on the bed and you'll probably roll over onto his lap. he always tries to lay down for a bit with yu before he had to leave for work.

D=Dream (what do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

Getting out of hurricane. he wants to leave everything behind with the freddy fazbear's and his dad and change his name. he really wants to move to new york. the part where nobody is and start a family there.

E=Effort (how much effort do they put into a relationship?)

He tries. he really does. he thinks he isn't doing a lot. but depending on what you know is happening you might agree with him. if you don't know about his dad then you're gonna agree and say it isn't really a lot. if you know then you assure him that he needs to do what he's doing. he appreciates that a lot.

F=First kiss (when do you have your first kiss? where and how does it happen?)

Now there's 2 ways this could happen. if you met each other at work or at a store randomly then you'll proball run into each other a lot. he's gonna be hesitant when you ask for his number but give it to you anyways. you'll try for weeks to plan a date. when you finally do its a picnic. you'll talk for awhile and he'll kiss you to shut you up. "as much as i love to hear you talk. it's getting late." then you two start dating.

if you were childhood best friends then you'll probably kiss him first when you were like toddlers. but that doesn't count. you'll be at his house one day and you'll be playing video games or something. (this is before the whole bite incident) Micheal will most likely hint at it. when you dont catch on hes gonna kiss you out of nowhere. evan will probably be standing at the door and run to tell his sister or dad. michael basically toutures this kiid for a week. bad timing evan.

G=Gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

i'm not sure exactly how emotionally gentle works but i guess its like compliments and stuff. idk. he gives you a lot. he's very happy you're staying with him even through all the chaos

physically he's very gentle. with you at least. he still has some anger issues but he takes most of his anger out at his job. he treats you like you're fragile.

H=hugs (do they hud their s/o? how often?)

All the time. he wants to make sure you're actually there. especially after the hallucinations at fazbear frights. he always comes home and the first thing he does is hug you if you're awake.

I=Intimacy (how romantic are they? do they have problems with intimacy?)

he always offers on his days off to bring you to restaurants or whatever, he really wants to spend as much time as possible with you. he doe have some issues with it tho. growing up he didn't really get much attention unless he acted out and when he finally did get attention. well. his brother died and he was basically manipulated by his father. so he had to learn what love was with you teaching him.

J=Jealous (do they get jealous? how do they act when jealous?)

he can't exactly blame you if he sees you talking to another guy. even if he is just a friend he won't blame you if you get interested in someone else. but at the same time. anger issues. will most likely stare him down and pick at his nails. something he does whenever he's trying to calm himself down. you will need to tell him a million times that the guy was just a friend before he believes it.

K=kisses (are they a good kisser? do they like to kiss? how often do they try to kiss you?)

Michaels a good kisser. he's a natural at it. you were surprised cause he even told you that this was basically his first relationship. at first he wasn't really a big fan of the kissing thing. yes he indicated it the first time but he wasn't fully confident. but now he tries to kiss you like all the time.

K=Kids. (do they want kids? if so how many?yes another k)

he wants kids. maybe like 1 or 2. he doesn't really think he can handle 3. he wants to name one of them after his siblings. if not a first name then a middle. he thinks elizabeth would be a good middle name.

L=Love you (when do they say they love you? how often do they say it? do they prefer to say or show it?)

he says it whenever you wake up, go to sleep, whenever he leaves for work. basically anytime you first see each other in the day or the last time in the day. while micheal can say it as many times as he wants to you he prefers to get you stuff to show his love.

m=mornings (how are mornings spent with them?)

sometimes when michael gets home he'll make breakfast fr you two. but if he's too tired for that then he'll go and cuddle with you. he most likely won't fall asleep. the only time he actually gets sleep is when you go to work. but in the mornings you'll most likely make breakfast and ask about the shift. when you're done eating you'll watch movies until the afternoon and he drives you to work.

n=nights out (what type of dates do they like to go on? how often do they like to go on them?)

whenever he can he'll go out for a picnic with you. if it's too cold for one then a date out at a restaurant is always an option. a movie you really wanna see? he has tickets.

o=open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

it really depends on how long you've known him. if you met randomly then he won't tell you about his family. at all. if you knew him from childhood then you know about evan. you were most likely there when it happened. you never knew about elizabeth and didn't know about his dad. one day he might come home after he burned down fazbear fright and break down. that's the first time you've seen him cry since he accidently killed his brother, he tells you about his sister and what his dad did.

p=PDA (do they like it? what do they do?)

He loves it. hes always holding your hand and kissing your cheek. he keeps an arm on your waist whenever you sit next to each other

q=questions (how often do they ask questions? what questions do they have?)

he doesn't really ask you anything. he has secrets himself so he dosnt wanna bug you with stuff. but if anything happen where you somehow get mentioned in the whole afton situation then he gets worried and asks if you saw anything weird that day. mostly with vanny and glitchtrap.

r=respect (do they respect your boundaries? how respectful are they to your friends, your family, and you?)

he respects every one of your boundaries. when it comes to friends he's very skeptical with them. he knows what was going on with the glitchtrap virus and not knowing who vanny actually is maks him worried. unless your family treats you like shit doesn't really bother with them.

s=sleep (how do they sleep with their s/o? might include a gif)

t= trust (how much do they trust their s/o?)

again. depends. if you two met randomly then he might be cautious on what he says. but he's like that anyways really. if you've known each other then he trusts you fully. besde when you go out alone. he's scared you might get hurt.

u=unique (what makes them unique as a s/o?)

besside you know. him being an afton. he can tell how you feel just by looking at you. he knows when you're upset and knows how to make you feel better

v=vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

he isn't really the type to have a whole routine but god forbid you see a picture of his dad. he looks exactly like him. not exactly but very very close. if you already know his dad then he's not that worried about looks. but he's still self conscious

w=wedding (when, where, how do they propose?)

Michael has always liked to go outside for walks to calm himself down. if you like it too then he takes the opportunity. there's this one spot you always go to and he takes you to it one day. what you don't know if that he was gonna propose there. he set up a little picnic and proposed there.

x=xtra (you get a random headcanon)

Henry Emily actually had a bet with william that you two would get together if you knew him when you were kids. he ended up giving the money to michael on your wedding day and doubled it. "called it when you two were 7" "you knew i was gay?" "we all knew."

z=zzz (what is a sleeping habit of theirs?)

when he does get sleep and you're in the bed you notice he doesn't snore at all. he does twitch sometimes though. you know that cause if nightmares. sometimes they get bad but it's not often.

NSFW ABC alphabet

a=aftercare (what they are like after sex)

he'll clean you both up and put on a movie. if you're hungry then he'll get a snack for you two. he cuddles with you as you watch the movie

b=body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

on him he doesn't really know. he says his hands. he likes how they look holding your cheek or your waist

c=cum (anything to do with cum basically)

he likes to cum inside of you. oh yeah. he's a top. forgot to mention that if you couldn't tell by the context clues.

d=dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

even tho hes a top he doesn't mind when you attempt to top him. he will submit just to see what you do but you'll most likely try and fail

e=experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

hes experienced with women but men on the other hand. he figured it out really quick. after a few times he'll learn that it's basically the same and is now an expert at it

f=favorite position

missionary. he likes looking at you plus he can jerk you off or make you jerk yourself off. and 69

g=goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humourous?)

hes more serious but if you crack a joke or two then he'll saya few. the first time there was a lot of jokes from you both cause he wasn't entirely sure what he was doing

h=hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes?)

he shakes regularly. and yes the carpet matches the drapes

i=intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect?)

he can get very romantic. sometimes, like anniversaries, he sets up the room with candles and stuff like that

j=jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he doesn't do it often. but will if he has to. so like if both of you have been busy for a few days and he needs to cum just to get it over with. a situation like that.

k=kink (one or more of their kinks)

he likes being called sir. he doesn't really know why. you said it as a joke one day and he almost came right there. he also loves getting his hair pulled

l=location (favorite place to do the do?)

bedroom

m=motivation (what turns them on, gets them going?)

whenever you wear tight pants or sweatpants. he likes your ass

n= NO (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

anything to do with hurting you at all

o=oral (preference in giving or receiving, skills?)

he likes giving and receiving so most likely a lot of nights where you 69. for skill he knows what he's doing and can make you cum really quick

p=pace (are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?)

he's mostly always slow and sensual. if there is a really rough day at work then he might go fast

q=quickie (their opinions on quickes rather than proper sex? how often?)

most of the time that's what you can fi in your schedules. he doesn't like them but promises you that as soon as his work is over then no more quickies

r=risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks?)

not really. he does like some new things but only if you bring it up

s=stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can go for maybe like 2 rounds but he can last long

t=toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he doesn't have any but if you have some then he'll use them on you

u=unfair (how much do they tease?)

he doesn't tease a lot but when he does he likes texting you things whenever you're or hes at work

v=volume (how loud they are, what sounds so they make?)

he's not loud but he does groan and growl sometimes. especially when you pull on his hair

w=wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

the first time you rode him he was scared you would break his dick

x=x-ray (let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

he's like 7 inches when he's hard but you can see it when he wears sweatpants. and he's not hard

y=yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he can control himself but that doesn't mean doesn't have dirty thoughts about you

z=zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

he normally waists until you fall asleep to go to sleep he wants to make sure you're ok

hopefully this makes up for me being gone. if they're any misspellings in this im sorry. and i did kinda give up on the NSFW part i'm sorry about that. but im feeling better guys. but i hope you guys had an amazing new years

- Pluto <3

#michael afton #micheal afton #fnaf michael afton #fnaf micheal afton #fnaf #fnaf smut #fnaf fanfic #fnaf fandom #fluff #smut

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doré | minjoon | part one

Author: bratzkoo | Credits to: @jintherapper for the banner Pairing: crown prince! namjoon x pirate! jimin Genre: fluff, angst, more angst Rating: 18+ Word count: 2.1k Warnings/note: cursing, mentions of death and killing, revenge, no proper pov TT, homophobic piece of shit king, bisexual jimin x bisexual namjoon... just saying, idiots to lovers?, jin being the best brother out there, jungkook is an impulsive boy and stupidly brilliant, yoongi had enough haha, it’s my first time writing a pirate! au and i do not know what i’m doing. to @chimknj for @thebtswritersclub . thank you for being patient with me, gina! 🥺

summary: jimin’s quest on clearing his name after he was framed for murder consists of making the crown prince fall in love with him.

taglist: TT i can’t find my taglist, pls hit me up if you wanna be added.

As far as everyone is concern, Crown Prince Namjoon is the perfect heir to the throne. Even before the King announced him as the heir, the second prince does his duties very well. He obeys his father. He loves his mother and other siblings.

No one can find any fault in him. Many have tried. The moment he became the Crown Prince, a lot of enemies has risen to overthrow him.

Many have tried, and so, Many have failed.

That is, until now.

Because as far as everyone is concern, The Crown Prince is going to enjoy drinking his morning tea on his bedroom's terrace before going to work, and yet the third prince, Taehyung, stares wide-eyed as a group of pirates kidnaps his older brother.

"I'm borrowing your brother for a while." The man in the middle carrying his brother's unconscious body says. "Top of the morning to you, Prince Taehyung." and he's gone.

"D-did you say the Crown Prince got kidnapped?" Yoongi looks at Taehyung with pleading eyes. Please let it be another one of the sick pranks he pulls.

Taehyung walks into his office this morning eating a blueberry muffin and casually saying, "Joonie got kidnapped." before sitting at a chair telling him what happened. Yoongi, out of his mind, tries to process what Taehyung is saying.

Yoongi prays it's all a joke.

But Taehyung looks at him seriously, "In front of me, yes."

"The knights?" Yoongi asks. If they aren't all dead, they will be once I found out why they let pirates kidnapped the Crown Prince.

"The pirates dropped some sort of sleeping gas, I was about to prank Joon with fart ones myself, so I'm wearing a gas mask. They're only sleeping. I checked their pulses before going here."

Yoongi sends someone to check Prince Namjoon's room. His shock made him forget to do it in the first place. We protected Prince Namjoon from attempted assassinations since he became Crown Prince, yet they managed to kidnap him in his own fucking room.

"I'm fucked. The King will want my head in a plate."

Taehyung nods in agreement, "Indeed, you are. Indeed, he will. That's why it's best to keep this a secret." Taehyung puts his index finger on his mouth.

"Why would you do that? We failed to protect your brother, your majesty."

"I'm very nice, Yoonie."

"Weren't you planning to prank the Crown Prince before his kidnapping?"

Taehyung shrugs, "Tomato-tomato."

Yoongi wants to comment that Taehyung pronounced both the same way when someone knocks on his office, and he sighs.

"You may now go back to your quarters, your majesty. I'll send extra protection in case the pirates come back for you."

Taehyung shakes his head, "Thank you but no need. I don't think they'll come back for me."What made you think so?" Yoongi curiously asks.

"J-- I mean, He clearly only wants Joonie."

"Do you know who kidnapped the Crown Prince, your majesty?"

Taehyung ignores his question, "Goodbye, Yoonie!" He says in a sing-song, hopping out of Yoongi's office.

"Your majesty! Who is he?!" Yoongi shouts, but he's too late. Taehyung is already out the door. Yoongi doubts he will go back to his room as the 3rd Prince likes to play as the jester out of his brothers.

Jimin reacted calmly when the first bad news came. They have run out of purified water miles away before they arrive at their next stop to refill. They did what they had to do and drink the seawater with rum and life; the crews and Jimin didn't mind.

The second bad news did piss him off a bit, but in his defense, who wouldn't? He trusts Jungkook, his first mate, wouldn't do something this crazy. A crew member reported that Jungkook got himself arrested with two other crew members because the guards caught them stealing food when Jimin knows they had enough money to pay for them. Jimin had a headache boarding the ship and having to go back for Jungkook because he couldn't just leave him alone.

'Just one more bad news. One more and that miracle-like good news will come in no time.' is what he thought before going to sleep. He always loves when it's time to sleep; this is when he is at peace.

That's why he's annoyed to the bone when the last bad news came in the middle of his sleep.

"Jimin! Wake up, we're about to be attacked!" Jimin stirs awake from his sleep, hearing a voice shouting outside, and then his bedroom door opens. He squints to see who it is—Minhyuk, his second mate, who is now his temporary first mate until Jungkook comes back.

"Tell them to come back in the morning." Jimin sleepily tells him, then he goes back to sleep like nothing is happening.

Minhyuk rolls his eyes and shakes Jimin awake, "I'm serious!"

"Fuck, why can't they attack in the morning?" Jimin curses when he groggily wakes up, grabs his pistol and knives. "Tell them to prepare the cannons," he instructed Minhyuk.

"Prepare the cannons!" Minhyuk yells.

The crews prepare for the worst as they prepare for battle, the ship nearing theirs about to hit them.

"Do not let anyone survive!" Jimin says, thinking whoever decided to attack them in the middle of his sleep shouldn't be allowed to be alive.

The crews all nodded.

"We can do this!" Everyone cheers.

Jimin holds out his telescope to look at the ship approaching them, checking if who's nuts enough to do this. Minhyuk stands beside him, waiting for his next command.

"What do you think Jungkook's doing right now?" Minhyuk suddenly asked.

Jimin suddenly smiles, and his eyes sparkle.

Jimin gives Minhyuk the telescope, "Look and find out for yourself."

Minhyuk looks from the telescope and sees Jungkook and the two other crews who are supposed to be in jail but are now in the other ship nearing them.

"What is that son of a bitch up to again?"

Jungkook likes it better if Jimin would have just beat him up instead of his reaction. Once Jungkook and the other two crew members step foot in the ship, Jimin hugs him tight and drags him inside a cabin to bombard him with questions.

"You son of a bitch, why would you ruin my good sleep for this nonsense?" Jimin asked. Jungkook's not surprised with Jimin's cursing, and it's natural for him to react like that.

"It's the only time I can steal the ship I stole," Jungkook explains.

"Why would you steal a ship? Where are the ship's crews?"

"They stop to get supplies. The ones who stayed on the ship are dead. I threw their body to the ocean."

"Did you escape from prison?"

"I wasn't in prison in the first place, just told Jooheon to tell you that."

"Then why steal a ship?!"

"I don't need the ship if that's why you're thinking. I need someone who's inside the ship."

"Aren't they all dead?"

"Except for one."

"Who's the one?"

Instead of answering, Jungkook leads him to a bedroom where a man is sleeping.

Jimin realizing who he is, looks at Jungkook questioningly, "Is that the crown prince?"

Jungkook nods, noticing the shift of expression from Jimin.

"It hurts, Jimin!" Jimin didn't care about Jungkook's complaining and dragged the younger boy outside not to wake the sleeping prince tied up inside his bedroom accidentally.

"What the fuck were you thinking?!" Jimin asks him once they're outside; the tired crew out goes inside to avoid them.

Jimin remembers telling Jungkook his plans one drunken night, and the younger boy seems to have made another impulsive and irrational decision...to kidnap a prince for his stead.

"I was thinking if we kidnapped the Crown Prince, we could easily clear all our crimes, and you can move on with your life," Jungkook says.

"I know that! But do we actually have a plan after kidnapping him?"

Jungkook shakes his head, "No. Thought you have a plan, you always have a plan. We can just bring him back?"

"We can't just bring him back!" Jimin said. "The Emperor will have our heads in silver plates."

Jungkook scrunches his face in disgust, "That was disgusting, surely he has other options."

"Head in a plate or not, we're dead if we give him back now."

"Why not tell the Emperor you have the Crown Prince and exchange he will pardon you from all crimes?"

"Smart move, but the Emperor would never let me enter the Palace again after that. I need to be inside the Palace."

They stare at each other for a long time before Jungkook looks at him, smiling.

"We could try the other way." He says cheekily. Jimin knows his plan will be stupid, but Jungkook says some brilliantly stupid plan all the time. That's why he trusts him to be the first mate.

"What way?" Jimin raises an eyebrow.

"Former Prince Seokjin way." Jungkook slowly says, emphasizing his every word.

"That's--" Jimin stops himself from telling Jungkook it's stupid and think. Former Prince Seokjin's way? If it perfectly works, he will be inside the Palace in no time, if it doesn't? Blackmail the Crown Prince in helping him.

"That's what?" Jungkook asks.

"Brilliant," Jimin smirks. "Why didn't we think of that sooner?"

"You don't think it's stupid?"

Jimin shakes his head no.

"Don't tell anyone this plan," Jimin instructs him.

"You're really going to do that?"

"I just might."

"Aye aye, captain."

While the castle goes crazy (mostly Yoongi) in finding the missing crown prince and hiding the fact that he's gone to the Emperor, Namjoon finally wakes up from his sleep. In a bed, inside a ship, and tied up with a rope on his wrists.

"You're finally up," someone says, Namjoon looks up to see who it is. He quickly recognizes him as the Archduke's disgraced son, Park Jimin. He's holding a glass of what seems to be water and hands him to him.

"What's this?" Namjoon asks when he accepts the glass, looking at it weirdly.

"Purified water." Jimin answers.

"You have purified water in the ship?" Namjoon questions, still skeptical about the clear liquid presented to him.

"We're not animals," Jimin says in an offended tone.

"That's not—" Namjoon quickly tries to explain himself, but Jimin stops him.

"Just drink it."

Namjoon takes a sip first. Then, when he realizes it tastes like clean water, he gulps it from thirst.

"Thank you."

"We kidnapped you, and it's the least we could do."

"For what reason exactly did you kidnapped me?" Namjoon asks curiously.

"Jungkook kidnapped you, apparently to help clear my name."

"You do realize you kidnapped me," Namjoon points at himself. "The Crown Prince of the Empire. You committed a crime, and now you want me to help you clear your name?"

"I didn't say he's smart." Jimin points out. "Look, All I want is to be cleared from my past crimes."

"As the Crown Prince, all I can do is ask about it to the King. He is still the authority," Namjoon explains. He looks at Jimin's saddened expression.

"I'll do my best to help! Father is a huge obstacle, but nothing is impossible." Namjoon quickly rambles from the panic of seeing someone sad.

"It's okay, your highness. We'll drop you off at your palace in 3 days, and you can forget this even happened. We're sorry for giving you this huge inconvenience." Jimin's tone is so sad that Namjoon panics more.

"No-No! I'll help you, I'll do anything to help you!" Namjoon has said it, it's too late to back out now.

"-I'll do anything to help you!" He said it.

Jimin wants to laugh at how easy it is to manipulate the crown prince into helping him with his emotions. He learned about him through the people he knows working in the castle, The Crown Prince hates seeing people looking helpless. He would do anything to help out.

Namjoon hates when he sees someone lost hope and Jimin will use that against him.

with a different shine in his eyes, Jimin asks, "Really?"

"Really, but remove this rope from." Namjoon shows his tied-up wrists. Jimin apologizes and removes the rope with a knife. "That's better."

"What's the plan?" Namjoon asks as he sits up straight in the bed.

"The plan is you'll vouch for my innocence when we arrive at the palace in three days."

"Exactly how?"

"That's your problem."

"For someone who's asking for help, you give me too many problems."

"Are you really the crown prince or were you possess by a demon when I removed the rope?" Jimin asks, surprised by the sudden change of the Crown Prince in his behavior.

Namjoon smiles cheekily at him and shrugs his shoulders, "I don't know what you're talking about."

They laugh together. Jimin offers his hand for Namjoon to take.

Jimin knows there is a connection formed between them, he just needs to make it enough for his plan to work.

He needs to make Namjoon fall in love with him in 3 days.

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be11atrixthestrange · 3 years

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Waking Up In Vegas: Chapter 1

After a night of debauchery, Ron and Hermione wake up in Vegas... married.

Muggle!AU. Romcom!Romione. Slow burning, smutty, angst-fest.

Rated M for reasons.

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Chapter 1

[Ron]

Ron wakes up to the strong desert sunlight assaulting his eyelids and turns onto his stomach to bury his face into his pillow. The bed is so warm and comfortable, the satin sheets enveloping him into a nourishing hug. The pillow has somehow maintained its shape and is just the right combination of cold and cozy. His back feels fine, which very much exceeds his expectations, based on how his back usually feels when he wakes up. Maybe an expensive mattress is just what he needs.

Soon enough, his real-life anxieties start to surface. How much does this mattress cost, anyway? What about these sheets? How much extra did this room charge for the scented pillows? Am I even paying for it?

He tentatively opens his eyes, zeroing in on a tray that lies on the floor by his bed. It's adorned with discarded chocolate-covered strawberries, two empty champagne flutes, and a bottle of whipped cream. He never eats whipped cream.

Did I have a girl over last night?

Ron sucks in a breath and freezes in his satin sheets. Gingerly, he turns his head to the other side of the bed, catching a whiff of the pillows he thought were scented before.

Perfume, you idiot.

He lifts his gaze over the mountain of fluffy blankets and high-thread-count sheets, half expecting to see wispy blonde hair glossing the pillow and a hot-pink nightgown that doesn't entirely cover her familiar set of curves. Maybe there would even be lipstick streaked across the pillows. Bloody hell, perhaps he was covered in lipstick, too. Do they charge extra to clean up shit like that? He wouldn't know; he doesn't stay in hotels often.

Honestly, he may have been relieved if Lavender was beside him. They dated for years, and he knows her well. Ever since they broke up, she's been not-so-subtly trying to get him back in bed. She likes having sex with him, and quite frankly, he likes it too. At this point, he knows her body well. She's difficult to disappoint.

On the other hand, she may have mistaken him sleeping with her for regret about ending things, and he has no desire to set the record straight again. Las Vegas is already far enough out of his comfort zone, so Ron will do what it takes to avoid any conflict on this trip.

However, he doesn't have to worry about that because when he peers over the blankets, the girl sleeping beside him is not Lavender Brown.

Instead of a hot-pink nightgown, she's wearing a black pair of mens' boxers and a bright orange Chudley Cannons T-Shirt, with the words "World's Best Coach" emblazoned across the back. He loves that shirt. It was a gift from the youth football team he's coached for years, and he never even let Lavender wear it. Not that she ever asked to, but that's beside the point.

Who the fuck is she?

Still, her head is buried under her pillows, effectively masking her identity. He reaches toward the pillows and gently lifts them to reveal her face, or more accurately, her hair. There's so much goddamn hair. It looks like someone has loaded a t-shirt cannon with curly brown hair and unleashed it onto the pillow beside him.

No. It can't be...

He wonders how he survived the night unstrangled when his companion's hair moves on its own accord like the limbs of a sentient and unpredictable willow tree. Is it as easy to anger as its owner? It begs the question — how the hell has he managed to wake up next to Hermione Jean Granger, his sister's nightmare of a Maid of Honor?

Swiftly but smoothly, he removes his blankets and rises to his feet, only to discover that he's completely starkers. He grabs the first thing he can find — a towel — and wraps it around his hips while he searches the floor for something to wear. Luckily, he's in his hotel room, and his suitcase is wide open on the floor. He exhales a sigh of relief and collapses next to it, pulling garments out one by one. He lands on a pair of inside-out khaki shorts and red short-sleeve button-down, one of his favorite shirts that Lavender would never let him wear. She always said it clashed with his hair.

When he turns the shorts right, a piece of paper floats to the ground. It must have been folded up into his pocket. Out of curiosity, he picks it up and unravels it. He has to read it twice before realization kicks in, and his jaw drops to the floor. His hand is suddenly shaky, but not enough to obscure the words 'Marriage Certificate' across the top.

It's even signed and dated. Ron B. Weasley. Hermione J. Granger. Fuck. This had to be some sort of a practical joke.

He looks back to the bed, and he can't ignore the dread pooling in the pit of his stomach. Hermione's head is still buried under the pillows, the Chudley Cannons Tee rising and falling rhythmically with her breath. Suddenly, he's extremely nervous. She'll wake up soon, and what will happen when she sees him?

She'll probably be pretty upset. Unlike Lavender, she seems easy to disappoint.

Bloody hell.

One week earlier…

"I'm Hermione Granger."

She extends a hand to Ron, who reluctantly shakes it. Firm handshake.

"And you are?"

"I'm Ron." She raises her eyebrows. "Ron Weasley? The bride's brother? The groom's best friend?" He tries not to be offended when she removes her hand and wipes it on her trousers. "You honestly don't know me?"

"I figured," she shrugs. "But most people introduce themselves without assuming others know who they are."

Her unfiltered judgment catches him off guard. It strikes a nerve, and he can't help but wonder why Ginny has selected her as her Maid of Honor.

His instinct is to snap right back, but he fights it. He is about to embark on a ten-day international trip to celebrate his sister's wedding, and as the Best Man, he'll be working closely with Hermione and the other bridesmaids, one of them being his ex-girlfriend. It is going to be rough already.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Hermione Granger," he says as cheerfully as he can muster. He'll just have to get through this trip, and he'll never have to see her again.

Her reply is annoyingly curt. "Thanks." She takes a seat and motions for him to do the same. The gesture is subtle, but it keeps him on edge. He doesn't need permission to sit down. He's tempted to keep standing simply out of spite, but on the other hand, he would like to avoid a power struggle.

He shakes his head as if doing so would reset this terrible first impression. He wants to like her — she's one of Ginny's best friends — but he already feels himself building a wall.

She waves down a server, and Ron squirms at how impatient she seems. What's her rush? The server grumbles when he approaches, and Ron tries to send an apologetic glance his way. "I'll have an iced coffee."

The server nods, then glances expectantly at Ron. "Oh erm... same, I guess.".

"No straws," adds Hermione.

"Noted," quips the server.

"Actually," says Ron, "I would like a straw."

"Straws are awful for the environment," she says when the server's out of earshot. "You don't really need them."

Ron fights the urge to roll his eyes. He's determined to keep it cool, so he takes a steadying breath and changes the subject. "We should compare itineraries for the bride and groom."

"Yes, I agree. In fact, I have put together a tentative plan for the joint stag and hen party." She slides a piece of paper across the table to him. The level of detail is horrendous. It's also laminated. She's organized, that's for sure.

"Hold on," he says. "A joint stag and hen party?"

"Yes, it's more efficient this way. You can see on page four, I've already made reservations at a hotel on The Strip, and for pretty much everything, bigger parties mean bigger discounts."

Ron's heart sinks. He has been planning a surprise stag party for Harry, and he was pretty excited about it. Harry wouldn't go for this. There's no way.

"Hermione, I think the boys would prefer a separate party." Ron was also looking forward to a night out with just the boys — Harry, Neville, Dean, and Seamus. It would be a very different experience if the girls were there too. Well, Ginny, Luna, and Demelza would be fun. Lavender? Hermione? No thanks.

"I've already spoken to Harry, and he loves the idea."

Ron straightens up and stares back at her, for a moment forgetting to mask his hurt. "He… what?"

"Yeah, he already agreed to it."

Their conversation pauses as the waiter returns to deliver their iced coffee. Hermione scowls at Ron and rolls her eyes as he takes a long drag from his plastic straw. Maybe he should ask for a second one just to tick her off some more.

Keep it cool, Ron.

Hermione's expression softens. "I know it must be awkward for you to spend so much time with your ex-girlfriend. Ginny told me about the breakup. She wasn't expecting you two to split before the wedding,"

Unfortunately, the Lavender thing contributes to his resistance to a joint party, but he hates that she can sense that. He hates that Ginny told her about his breakup.

"Look," says Hermione, leaning closer.

He's skeptical of what she might say, but it seems like she's genuinely trying to be caring, so he leans in to listen.

"It'll be hard, but we can't let our personal issues affect this. This wedding is about Harry and Ginny. No one else."

Ron sinks dejectedly back into his chair, immediately regretting giving her the benefit of the doubt. Our personal issues. "What are you saying?"

"I'm asking that we don't bring any unnecessary drama along. Leave it here, and focus on the bride and groom."

"We?"

She nods. "Yes, we. I will also leave my issues at home." She really is infuriating. He's going to have a chat with his sister about her choice of best friend.

"So no drama at the wedding. None." He takes another swig of his drink, raising his eyebrows at her. She scowls again at the straw.

"No drama."

"Deal." He reaches out a hand, and she takes it. Another firm handshake.

Then, something on his face catches her eye. "You've got something on your nose."

He releases her hand and rubs his nose.

She shrugs. "Must have been dirt."

He forces his lips into a smile and wonders if it looks as fake as the one she returns.

What a nightmare.

He's pulled out of his reverie by an abrupt jerking of limbs from the bed. Hermione's rhythmic breathing turns into a groan when she tugs the pillow off of her head. She slaps a hand over her eyes when the sunlight hits them, and she groans again, angrily this time. Any illusions of peacefulness are a far distant memory.

When she finally opens her eyes, it's her look of horror that alerts Ron to the fact that he never put on his khaki shorts and a red shirt. He's still hovering next to her bed in a towel, staring at her. He's suddenly very aware of how pale and freckly he is.

"Why are you—?" Eyes wide, she rises to a seat in bed, her hair billowing in every possible direction. She looks down at her body and pinches his Cannons shirt with her fingers like it's a dirty napkin. "Why am I wearing this?" She glances back at Ron and scowls. "Why am I here?"

Ron opens his mouth to answer, but he is unprepared to fill her in. Like her, he has not yet processed this. Before he can explain, the towel starts to unravel from his hips. He motions to catch it, but his right hand is clutching his clothes, and his left hand is clutching a goddamn marriage certificate, so the towel unwinds and lands in a pile on the floor. When Hermione's eye line lowers, her cheeks blush. Ron can't tell if she's embarrassed, angry, or impressed, but he hopes for a combination of the three.

"Morning!" He grins goofily, emulating the falsely excited tone he's become so accustomed to using around her.

It brings her gaze back to his eyes. "Ronald Weasley. What the hell is going on?"

#ROMIONE #romione fanfic #romione fanfiction #muggle au #waking up in vegas #hp fanfiction #hpromione #romionecom

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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years

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What about a head cannon for Arthur/Joker when other people make you laugh sksks ;)

This took me like 4 days to write lmao I kept getting stuck so I hope you enjoy this... whatever it is😂

Word count: 903.

Your laugh is Arthur’s favourite sound next to your heartbeat.

There’s nothing he won’t do to hear either of those sounds every single day.

Arthur’s daily goal is to make you smile - that’s a day. A good day is getting you to laugh. A great day is when you do both.

His eyes always flutter shut, eyelashes caressing his cheeks like delicate butterfly wings as he savours the sound, his lips turning upwards at the corners as he sinks into your melodious tone.

Oh, but the sound plays through his mind like a symphony, hours after the sound has faded. It’s his favourite music to listen to and he wants to sink into those refrains and never ever resurface.

Arthur used to live to bring others joy and laughter, but now.. oh, but now he lives to bring that to you.

He lives and loves to make you smile, to make you laugh.

It’s his greatest achievement in every single day, on top of everything else that he does in his life.

So when someone else makes you laugh?

Baby boy’s jealous~.

Arthur savours the sound of your laughter no matter what caused it, and he does still close his eyes to listen to it, but he can’t deny the clenching of his heart.

It should be me making you laugh, Y/N.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s someone on the old television which Penny won in a radio show once or if it’s a friend, a co-worker... Arthur’s gonna feel that pang in his chest.

Oh, but he adores the way your eyes light up when you’re laughing, the way that your smile takes over your whole face, the way that your eyes crinkle at the corners, the way that you laugh with your whole self.

You often turn to him when you’re laughing, wanting to share in this moment with Arthur, in this slight reprieve from the cold and harsh reality which daily plagues you, and Arthur can only stare, enraptured is he by the vision of you full of joy.

If it’s a comedian on one of those old talk shows then Arthur’s most likely smiling with you despite the clenching of his heart.

“They’re so funny!” Your voice is weak through your laughter and Arthur tilts his head to the side as if to say, are they?

Arthur’s silence prompts you to ask what he thinks of them and he can only shrug again. “I don’t think they’re that funny, Y/N.”

You catch the slight pout on his face, the way his eyes were darting from the television screen to your face and back again, his throat convulsing in the beginning stages of a laughing attack.

Your hand stretches out across the minute space between your bodies and you lace your fingers in the gaps between his own.

Your hands fit together like two pieces of a puzzle; you and Arthur were made for each other.

You’re whole and strong people on your own but together do you work just as well; you always face the world hand in hand, for there can be no other way now that you know what life with each other is like.

“Are you jealous, Arthur?”

Straight and to the point would hurt him less and it would make it easier for him to understand the situation.

In many ways were you Arthur’s teacher; he had been socially isolated for most of his life and there was much that he didn’t know.

“No,” A soft rasp, a contemplative drag of his cigarette, “I just... are they funnier than me, Y/N?”

Comedy was a sore spot for Arthur. It was both his strength and his weakness all at the same time.

He always worried that you’d find someone who was more than he could ever be - someone more attractive, someone funnier, someone who could protect you... Arthur always worried that he would be dropped or, worse, to wake up one day and to find out that it had all been inside his head (though, of course, that didn’t make it any less real for him).

You were aware of the fact that you needed to word your next sentence carefully. Comedy was arguably Arthur’s most sensitive subject and as such did you have to treat it with care.

“Arthur, honey... you know how comedy is subjective?” You caught the confusion as it flashed across his face like lightning, “Like how what’s funny for me isn’t funny for you?” You waited for him to nod before you continued, “It’s like that - it doesn’t mean that anyone is funnier or less funny than you. It depends on the audience.” You paused just long enough for your words to sink in and then you said, “No one makes me smile or laugh the way you do though, Arthur. You’re so funny.”

“Re-really?” Arthur’s sharp green eyes seemed to look into you, his fingers squeezing as he gripped at your hand. “Do - do you really think I’m funny?”

You nodded, leaned forward to press a tender kiss to Arthur’s cheek, and as you traced the curve of his jaw with the tip of your nose, you said, “Wanna’ watch with me, Arthur? We can laugh together.”

As it turns out - Arthur has three favourite sounds:

Your laugh

Your heartbeat

And the sound of the two of you laughing together.

Spreading joy and laughter, indeed.

AF/J @impulsiveclown @notyourlittledoll @astheworlddturns @fluffedstar @jokersqueenofchaos @germansarechill @tsukiakarinobara @d-dreemurr @lynnesm @sagyunaro @docsportello @ezziesworld @flowerglitterwoman @ben-solos-writing-avenger @jokers-doll @jokershyena @arthurjokersgirl @antonija89 @lilliryth @hotpacino

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grayson-baller · 1 year

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Hi!

Is it possible to ask for a nsfw alphabet for wheeler Yuta ?

Wheeler Yuta -- NSFW Alphabet

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warnings: smut--18+

word count: 1855

pairing: fem!reader & wheeler yuta

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masterlist: ++

tags: @bungleinthe-jungle @legit9thlunaticwarrior @wickedval @cosmoholic13

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a – aftercare – [ what they're like after sex ]

He loves touching you after sex. There is a needy, clingy part of him that needs that contact, that assurance that you’re okay. Especially when he is rougher with you. He loves to lay in the tub with you, your wet, naked body pressed against his. The warm water mixed with the scents of bath salts and you is soothing to him. Otherwise, just snuggles under a blanket is usually good for him.

b – body part – [ their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s ]

His chest. Right after the two of you started dating, you had dozed during a movie, head resting on his chest. Since then, he loves moments when you are laying against him, head pressed against his chest. He loves holding you, feeling you safely tucked against him. On you? Your legs. He loves glimpses of your legs in dresses, or whatever you wear. Nothing beats when you wrap your legs around him though, pulling him closer to you.

c – cum – [ anything to do with cum ]

He has a breeding kink for sure, loving to come inside of your pussy. During oral, he’ll come in your mouth but rather have you pull off so he can fuck you.

d – dirty secret – [ pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs ]

He has the control in the bedroom but loves when you are bossy. He loves the flicker of dominance that comes from you when you start demanding things. He also loves when you are on top of him, using his body for your pleasure. He hasn’t yet, but he’d submit to you for a night or so if you ever asked to switch.

e – experience – [ how experienced are they, do they know what they're doing ? ]

With only a few partners before you, he questioned his experience at first. Especially if you were more experienced then he was. What he lacked in experience, he made up for with an eagerness to learn. He’s a quick study, leaning what you like and the best ways to please you. He loves when you come for him, or praise him when he does something. It’s the push he needs to know he is doing a good job.

f – favorite position – [ this goes without saying ]

He loves being the big spoon, taking you from behind as you lay on your side. He can still run his hands over your body, while still holding onto you. Otherwise, he is a huge fan of you on top of him.

g – goofy – [ are they more serious it the moment? are they humorous? etc ]

During punishments, there isn’t any room for goofiness. He keeps a firm hand on those, stricter side of him coming out. Otherwise, he loves little jokes and seeing you smile especially during sex.

h – hair – [ how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes. etc ]

He keeps a little hair, keeping it pretty maintained.

i – intimacy – [ how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect ]

He might not be into romantic actions, just a few smaller gestures. Making sure to buy your favorite coffee to keep stocked at the house or buying your favorite kind of ice-cream to split. Little things like that. Otherwise, his romance is in his words. How he reminds you often that he loves you, that you are his world, how lost he was before you, and how you were made for him.

j – jerk off – [ masturbation head cannon ]

When on the road, yeah, he’ll jack off. He has no problem admitting it. Using photos or videos of you, his hand will find his cock. His favorite is when you are on a video call with him, so he can watch you get off too.

k – kink – [ one or more of their kinks ]

Like mentioned, breeding kink. Wheeler is easily a soft!dom, who has no problem taming a brat if needed. I could see edging as something he uses from time to time, but he’d rather give pleasure to the point of punishment with overstimulation. Have you come so many times that you are begging him to stop. Praise kink, likes to hear how good he makes you feel. He also loves to praise you. His sweet girl, his perfect angel. He loves reminding you how perfect you are, how you were made just for him. Some bondage, maybe even experimenting with pet play, calling you pup or even kitten. Never anything too extreme though.

l – location – [ favorite places to have sex ]

He’d be a little risky with this, like the locker room or maybe a restroom at an event. It wouldn’t be often and just saved for a few occasions. The added risk would keep adrenaline pumping, but he’d hate for anyone to catch you guys, getting an eyeful of something not meant for them. At home, the bed is great. Otherwise, he loves morning sex in the kitchen.

m – motivation – [ what turns them on? ]

He’ll be honest, just about everything about you turns him on. The one that really drives him wild is when you wear one of his tees, with just a little of your panties sticking out, taunting him. Knowing you are in his shirt with only panties makes him hard every time.

n – no – [ something they would not do, turn offs ]

Wheeler would hang the moon if you asked him. That said, he doesn’t like choking you, fearing that he’d hurt you. Despite spankings here and there, he hates causing you pain. He cherishes you, handling you with a softer touch.

o – oral – [ preference in giving or receiving, skill etc ]

Wheeler loves to be between your legs, devouring you. He reminds you that you are his favorite treat—and you are. He could spend hours between your legs if you let him. That aside, his favorite is receiving. The biggest turn on in you, mouth full of his cock. The way your eyes glance up through your lashes, the way your lips look around his cock. Yeah… it’s his favorite.

p – pace – [ are they fast and rough? slow and sensual etc ]

There are times when he can be fast and rougher, but that’s not his usual style. He likes to take his time, savoring every swivel of your hips as he thrusts into you. He savors each moan that spills from your lips. The slow build to the top is great, watching you slowly fall apart around him. There are some things worth waiting for, and for him, this is one of them.

q – quickies – [ their opinions on quickies, how often ect ]

Quickies aren’t his thing most of the time. Will he still have them? Absolutely. He would just rather take his time with you.

r – risk – [ are they game to experiment? do they take risks? ]

While he knows what he likes, Wheeler also likes to experiment. He has no problem trying out something new, or a new position. He likes exploring with you, discovering what works for both of you. It’s not so much the experiment he likes, but exploring it with you.

s – stamina – [ how many rounds can they go for? how often ]

He could last for three rounds, easily. Afterwards, he’d need a break, maybe even a snack.

t – toys – [ do they own toys? do they use them? on themselves or a partner? ]

He loves using your toys on you, hearing the way to moan as your magic wand is pressed against your clit. He loves watching you please yourself, sitting back and watching the show. When he is inside you, using your vibrator on you, he loves the way you clench around him.

u – unfair – [ how much they like to tease ]

Teasing isn’t really his forte. He could, but he’d rather fuck you right then. In public, sometimes he will keep a hand on your thigh, fingers dangerously close to your pussy. Otherwise, he doesn’t tease often. He might not admit it, but he loves it when you tease. Lingering touch, grabbing his bicep, even whispering wicked words in his ear. You’re his angel, his little minx. He goes wild for it.

v – volume – [ how loud are they, what noise they make ]

Besides few grunts and groans, he is not very vocal.

w – wildcard – [ a random head cannon ]

“Fuck, baby.” Wheeler started, sneaking behind you in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around you from behind. You grinned as he pulled you in against him. “You just woke up, and yet you look absolutely gorgeous.”

You giggled, shaking your head. Praise spilled from his lips often, words of love always washing over you. “Mm, you’re sweet.”

The morning sun peaked in through the curtains in your kitchen, bringing in a new day. You stood there with a scoop of coffee in your hand. When you woke up minutes ago, he was still asleep. After slipping on only his tee, you snuck downstairs to start coffee and breakfast.

“No, angel, you’re the sweet one.” He growled in your ear, before peppering your skin with light kisses before gently nipping down. “Mmm, see baby? You taste so damn good.”

You just giggled, turning around to face him. He grinned at you, eyes lighting up. You reached up, stroking the cheek of the man you loved. He gently grabbed your hand, bringing it to his mouth to kiss your fingertips.

“I…uh, I was starting breakfast. What do you want?”

“You,” Wheeler responded, wrapping an arm around your waist before he lifted you up. A sound of surprise left you as he spun you around, carrying you towards the round dining table.

“I meant something like cereal or waffles,” you giggled, as he laid you down on the table.

He shot you a wicked grin, lust swirling in his eyes. He lifted up your shirt, groaning at the sight of you bare underneath. “No panties, angel? Aren’t you a wicked little minx.”

He parted your legs, draping them over your shoulders as he bent down. His mouth found your pussy, licking a long swipe up. “Fuck, baby. You taste way better than cereal.”

x – x-ray – [ lets see whats under those clothes, their size ]

He’d be about six and a half inches, maybe on the skinnier side though he could still easily stretch you out.

y – yearning – [ how high is their sex drive? ]

I’d say his sex drive is high. He’s with the prettiest girl after all, can’t blame him for wanting her all the time. Not that you complain about the fact that he can’t keep his hands off you.

z -zzz – [ how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards ]

He isn’t overly sleepy after sex. He loves to lay in bed, holding you as you start to doze. There is something soothing about holding you as you fall asleep. He’ll glance down at your face, reminding himself that the person he treasures most is right here, using him as a pillow. It’s enough to bring a smile to his face and give him peace of mind.

#aew imagine #aew smut

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just-jordie-things · 4 years

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Wisdom Teeth (part two) - Richie Tozier

word count: 2930 warnings: swearing summary: Richie doesn’t remember all that much of what happened after his operation... but he does have a hazy memory of a kiss and it’s driving him mad. ___

When he came to, Richie wondered for a minute where the hell he was. Because he definitely was not on his bed at home.

It only took a few seconds for his brain to wake up for him to realize he was at (y/n’s) house, sprawled out on her living room couch. The thought brought a smile to his sore mouth, and he rolled onto his side, pulling the covers back over himself as he got comfortable to go back to sleep.

But as he switched positions, he caught sight of her.

She was passed out, and it must have been unintentional, because there was no way she would have willingly slept in the living room chair. Her body was balled up and her limbs were sticking out at weird angles, in ways that he knew were going to hurt when she woke up.

But she looked so precious when she was sleeping, and he hoped that he hadn’t worn her out too much.

He vaguely remembered the events of the day before.

Getting into her car with a lot of struggling, eating jello, a kiss, watching movies-

Richie shot up from the couch, and it was at that moment he figured he probably wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep.

A kiss!?

Had they kissed? Had she really kissed him?

He grabbed his glasses from the coffee table and rubs his eyes roughly before putting them on.

The memory was fuzzy, and he wasn’t sure if it really happened, or if he’d just dreamed about it. Fuck he really hoped it was real, he really wanted it to be real.

(y/n) sat up straighter, all sorts of popping sounds coming from her as a result as she stretched and groaned.

“Jesus Christ,” She muttered, hands on her back as she tried to get the last of the cracks out. “What time is it?” She asked Richie, who had just been sitting on the sofa, staring at her.

“Um- did I wake you up?” He asked, but she shook her head.

“No, I don’t think so,” She answered, rubbing her eyes before turning around to look at the clock on the wall. “Oh my god it’s already noon, I hope you weren’t waiting up because of me” She said, getting up and stretching even more.

“No- no of course not, I just woke up” He assured.

He watched while she fixed up the cushion and the blanket on the chair to make it look better.

He watched her like he needed to study and memorize each of her movements. And she wasn’t blind, she noticed how weird he was being.

“You alright?” She asked, picking up her pillow.

She’d managed to bring her pillow and blanket from her room to be comfortable watching movies last night, but didn’t manage to go back to her own bed when she started to grow tired.

“Um, yeah, yeah I’m… fine” Richie mumbled back. He covered his awkward answer with a yawn and a stretch.

“And how are the holes in your mouth?” She asked, only kind of teasing.

“It’s not that bad, just dull pain,” He shrugged. “I once almost got eaten by a demon clown, so..”

(y/n) laughed, holding her pillow close to her chest.

“I’m gonna take a shower, and then I’ll make breakfast?” She offered.

“What are you gonna make that I can eat?” He asked.

“Breakfast… smoothies?” She tried.

“Babe, please don’t ruin a bunch of good and decent regular food by blending it-”

“I was going to use fruit, dummy,” She retorted. Richie shrugged, and nodded his head approval. “I’m gonna shower now”

She left the room, heading off with her pillow and blanket, and still, Richie’s eyes were trained on her.

He could just ask about the kiss, but the idea of asking her that sort of thing made the hairs on his arms stand up and a chill of anxiety go down his spine. What if it was just a dream and she thought he was lame?

Or worse.

What if it did happen, but only because she felt so bad for him, what if it was a pity kiss?

Richie scrambled up from the couch and practically dove for the telephone.

He dialed one of the only numbers he knew by heart, but only because he used to call it every day in the second grade.

“H-hello, this is-is B-Bill-”

“Yeah I know its fuckin’ you Bill you have a pretty telling voice”

“R-Richie?” Bill spoke, confusedly, through the line. “H-how’d the sur-surgery g-go-?”

“It went fine, move on Bill, there’s bigger problems,” Richie cut him off again. He didn’t have the patience to go through the pleasantries with him right now. “I think (y/n) and I kissed”

“Y-you think?” Bill repeated, obviously confused by the statement. “You d-don’t r-remember?”

“I was practically high!” Richie declared, whisper-screaming into the phone.

Bill was silent on the other end, and Richie was left to imagine the bored ‘really?’ face he was making.

“Okay, not high, but seriously, I don’t remember anything before the anesthetics wore off. Not well, anyways. It’s kinda blurry”

“Richie, y-ou’ve s-somehow remembered all the n-nights you’ve g-gotten w-wasted. I th-think you c-can re-remember if you k-kissed-”

“I can’t tell if it was a dream!” Richie cut him off again.

“Y-you’re d-dumb. J-just ask-”

“I’m dumb? Bill, I can’t just ask her if I kissed her”

“O-okay, sh-shut the f-fuck up. Y-you called m-me,” Bill snapped, tired of not getting to finish a thought. “I-I thought you l-liked her?”

“I do” Richie mumbled defeatedly.

“W-well then w-why not j-just risk it a-and ask?” Bill suggested. “M-maybe sh-she likes y-you back?”

“What if she doesn’t though? What if it wasn’t real and she-”

“I’m p-pretty s-sure she does,” Bill argued. “She w-was the one to p-pick y-you up from the hos-hospital, a-and you t-two are r-really close,”

Richie didn’t say anything, pondering the idea that (y/n) could return his feelings. He liked thinking about it, reading into the things she’d say, the way she’d call him sweet names without really thinking, and she did tend to touch his arm more than necessary.

“Do you r-really h-have to th-think about it all w-while we’re s-still on the ph-phone…?” Bill asked awkwardly. “I k-kinda have h-homework t-to do…”

“Yeah fine, bye Big Bill” Richie muttered, and placed the phone back on it’s holder.

He sat back down on the couch, trying to think as hard as he could about what happened yesterday.

“Why the hell do you want to marry me? Because I bought you jello?”

Her voice rang in his head, and he was sure that she’d said that. The confused face she’d made a vivid image in his head, too vivid to have not happened.

“You’re al’th’o very pretty”

He remembered saying that. Richie cringed at the compliment now, realizing how cringey he’d been when he’d flirted with her. Usually he was pretty smooth, or at least funny. That comment was neither.

“So!” (y/n’s) voice rang out as she came back into the room. “Strawberry banana, or mixed berry?”

Richie turned to look at her. She’d changed into a fresh set of clothes, and her hair was still kind of damp. She looked really pretty, and he’d been right to tell her so yesterday.

“Rich?” She snapped her fingers in front of her face. “You in reality, babe?” She asks, and she starts to laugh when he blinks rapidly to focus.

“Yeah, sorry. Whatever you want to make” He answers, and she’s already heading into the kitchen.

“Strawberry banana it is” She decides.

He followed her into the other room, sitting at the counter while she gathered the ingredients for their breakfast smoothies.

And he just can’t bring himself to tear his eyes off of her. Especially her lips. If he had kissed her, he knew that her lips had to have been as soft as he imagined. Like kissing a marshmallow-

Richie cleared his throat, trying to disrupt his daydreaming and get back on the right track. Remembering.

“You sure you’re okay today?” (y/n) asked, dumping ice and fruit into the blender.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” He lied with ease, but she still doesn’t believe him.

Her eyes meet his, and she studies him for a minute, trying to figure out what he’s thinking. But it’s hard, because even though she can read him pretty well, Richie Tozier’s a bit of a loose cannon.

“You’ve just been quiet,” She shrugs. “And usually you don’t shut up” She adds playfully.

Richie rolls his eyes, but doesn’t say anything, so she starts up the blender.

He was still being weird, but she knew that he’d tell her what was going on in time. Eventually he wouldn’t be able to hold it in, she knew, because it wasn’t the first time he’d let something bother him this much.

It was pretty easy to get on Richie’s nerves though, so (y/n) tried not to worry too much. He probably just didn’t want to tell her how much his mouth really hurt.

They drank their smoothies in peace, and the quiet wasn’t too uncomfortable. Richie relaxed as much as he could, and tried not to dwell too much on yesterday. His memory would come back to him in a matter of time, he just had to wait. And he figured spending the day with (y/n) would help trigger it.

They played games and watched movies, and she did what she could to keep his focus off of his mouth, as well as reminded him to take his pain medication.

It was nice to have a whole Sunday to themselves, just the two of them. Richie wished that he’d had the guts to spend more alone time with her, but at least he had her all to himself now.

(y/n) liked having him over as well. Even though he did whine about his jaw, and made more inappropriate jokes than usual. He couldn’t help it. However a part of her found it charming.

(Any of their friends would have made fun of her for thinking so.) ___

She drove him home that evening, since it was a school night and his parents were expecting him back.

It was a short drive, but the whole time his leg was bouncing anxiously in his seat. To the point where it started to make (y/n) nervous as well.

It got to the point where she just couldn’t take it, and reached a hand over to place it on his knee, still his leg.

“What’re you thinkin’ about?” She asked softly, glancing over to him quickly, before looking back at the road. “Are you worried about going home?”

She was well aware that Richie didn’t always get along too well with his parents, and it had been odd that they weren’t the ones to help him out after the surgery. She assumed his nerves were because he didn’t want to go home to them.

When he didn’t answer, she looked at him again.

“Richie?” She called, thinking maybe he’d zoned out. He’d been doing it a lot today, and again, she’d wrongfully assumed it was the pain.

“Sorry,” He finally spoke up, and let out a long sigh. “I can’t seem to focus today”

“That’s okay,” She said, about to retract her hand, but Richie grabbed it before she could.

She cast him one more glance at the odd action, her worry increasing, but she didn’t take her hand away.

“You don’t have to apologize,” She added, folding her hand into his. “And hey, if you want to come over tomorrow after school, I’ll kick your ass some more at Space Invaders” She added, trying to keep her tone as chipper as she could so the mood would lighten.

There was still a heavy tension in the car though, and it was completely Richie’s fault.

(y/n) wasn’t sure what was going on with him, but it was starting to make her shoulders droop and she wanted a hole to open up beneath her and swallow her whole so that she didn’t have to deal with it anymore.

When they arrived at his house, she walked him to the door, as she always did, because she was polite like that.

With a sigh, she gave him a perplexed look, a nervous smile plastered on her lips.

“You know if they’re weird or something you could come back over,” She said, rambling a bit from her own nerves. “You’d have to sneak in, probably through my window, and honestly please try to wake me up first because I will think that you’re a murderer trying to break in-”

“Okay, (y/n), calm down, I’ll be fine,” Richie cut her off because she was really starting to derail. “I don’t mind staying here tonight, it’s no big deal”

She bit down on her lip, and nodded her head.

“Alright then,” She said softly. “G’night, I’ll see you in the morning”

She forced a bright smile, before turning and heading off of his doorstep.

Maybe she just needed to go home, take a bath, and call Beverly to talk this through in order to calm her mind-”

“(y/n) wait!” Richie called, after she was already halfway down the driveway.

She spun around, a look of shock on her face from his outburst, but he continued yelling before she could say anything.

“Did I kiss you yesterday?” He blurted out before he could chicken out. “See I- I keep on replaying it in my head and I just can’t fucking tell if it actually-”

“No,” (y/n) answered abruptly, walking back towards him.

Almost instantly, Richie deflated. His heart sank to his gut and he frowned.

“That’s not what happened,” She explained. “You told me that you wanted to get married-”

“Oh god” Richie muttered, hanging his head.

“-and then you told me that you were gonna get me to fall in love with you,” (y/n) continued to recall yesterday’s events as she walked back up to him. “And then you admitted that you’d liked me since the second grade- very incoherently by the way-”

“Oh my fucking god,” Richie leaned his head back, staring up at the skies. “If you’re up there, please, kill me now”

(y/n) giggled at his antics, and stopped just in front of him.

“And then I kissed you,” She corrected, softly. “Is that what you’ve been all anxious about today?” She asked, a teasing smile on her lips.

Just like that, all the nerves that he’d passed off to her, disappeared. She crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side.

Richie covered his face with his hands in embarrassment.

“Why are you so bothered? Did you not… mean it-?”

“No! I- of course I meant it!” He said quickly, and (y/n) nearly jumped at how quickly he’d declared so. “I just- I feel bad that I… I didn’t remember”

A small smile quirked up on her lips, and she stepped forward, leaning up on the tips of her toes and pressing a light kiss against his cheek.

He dragged his hands away as she did so, revealing a pink blush on his face.

“You were all drugged up Richie, don’t feel bad,” She said sweetly. “Had I known you’d been overthinking about that, I would have talked to you about it, or something. I just figured it didn’t need to be talked about”

“Well I- I wasn’t sure and I didn’t want to uh… you know, ruin anything”

(y/n) grinned, a wide, cheeky grin.

She pulled his hands away from his face completely, and tugged on them just a little bit to pull him closer.

“Ruin?” She repeated, tilting her head to meet his downcasted eyes. “Richie, you wanted to marry me yesterday, like, more than I’ve ever seen you want anything,” She explained, her wicked grin turning into a sweet smile. “And I don’t- I don’t think that really ruins anything in my opinion,”

Bashfully, he looks at her, trying to hide his own smile.

“I didn’t think I’d get you all nervous though, Trashmouth” She teased.

“Jesus christ, fuck you,” He said, his tone too sweet for the words.

His hands pulled out of hers, only to grab onto her waist with one, and tuck the other behind her head, pulling her in close so he could lean down and slant his lips against hers.

He’d been right, her lips were soft like marshmallows. And sweet like them too.

She pulled away after a moment, and she giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I’ll take you to that church now, if you’d like” She teased.

“You’re gonna make fun of me a lot, aren’t you?” He grumbled, gazing down at her affectionately.

“Oh, definitely. I think it’s only fair, seeing as I dragged your ass all over the place yesterday. Because you claimed you couldn’t walk”

“Nah, I just wanted your hands all over me,” Richie teased, leaning down to steal another quick kiss. “I better get inside”

She bit down on her lip to keep herself from grinning like a lovesick fool, and nodded her head, dropping her hands from around his neck.

“Alright,” She said softly. “I’ll see you later then, Rich”

He winked back at her as he opened the door.

“See you tomorrow, wifey” He retorted, and went inside before she could tell him for the millionth time they weren’t getting married.

But as she was driving home, she thought what the hell? Maybe he’s right. ___

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