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giveafike · 2 months ago

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can you do the sfw alphabet for benny too just because the prompts are soooo cute and fluffy 😭 part 2 was so good btw!!! ur v talented i’m jealous

TLDR: SFW alphabet! I borrowed the format from other SFW alphabets I've seen round here! Also lwky long sorry again guys. BUT HAPPY BDAY BEN DAY WOOHOOO

Warnings + Content Ahead: fem reader. SFW, mild swearing (that's my bad) - no real warnings, I don't think?

Azzie Notes ✚: HIII!! i love u sm. I fear...I'm writing part 3 of Game, Set, Match by popular demand (another surprise!) 😭😭 I'm so happy it's getting love tho, that's my first baby on here fr, she's doing well for herself!

I am NOT a good writer, I literally start writing and then jump ahead and on a whole other plot, it takes me ages to fill the plot in the middle. I just want them to kiss n shit bro wdymmm they need to flirt 😭? But ty sm for the compliments and the love!

Also Sorry I take SO long to write stuff bro but I really am swamped - IRL is STRESSSINGGG me out atm (I am FUCKED!), I love sitting here and writing and hashing everything over n over to make sure it's good and adding bits in and I'm not making any mistakes and all that. ANYWAYS!

Anyways, this should go wo saying: all assumptions and guesses, girl idfk anything!!! Shits lwky kinda canon, idk I’m just daydreaming!! Enjoy!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Ben’s not overly clingy, but he’s naturally affectionate in an easy, effortless way. In public, he loves to kiss your forehead, temples, or the top of your head. He might sling an arm around your shoulders or hold your waist when you’re together. He’s also big on playful touches, holding your hand, squeezing it gently, or resting his hand on your thigh while driving. He def likes it when you're holding onto his arm or leaning into him, it makes him feel good knowing you're reaching out for him just as much as he does for you. He’s tactile in a casual, unspoken way, always reaching out to connect with you.

He’d call you simple pet names or silly nicknames, nothing too over the top. When he’s talking about you in interviews or with friends, it’s always, “My baby did this” or “My girl said that” with that casual and proud tone that shows how happy he is to have you in his life and to show you off.

Ben’s love language is just as much about thoughtfulness as it is physical affection. He’s always on the lookout for things that will make you smile, whether that's chocolate that you both like or buying you Sonny Angel dolls or Miffy collectables when he’s on tour. When he gets back, he’ll sit you between his legs while you open them, playing along with you as you guess what’s inside, laughing at how happy you are. He'd feel like the world's best boyfriend seeing how excited and happy you are, like damn I did well this time, I need to do even better next time.

And if you need something for an event, like a dress or accessories, he’s on it immediately, finding the nicest options, and spoiling you with little jewellery pieces just because. I feel like he'd even download Pinterest and follow your boards so he knows what you're into and he'd walk into shops and stores showing them the Pinterest boards and your selfies, like "Okay so this is my girl, do you think she'd pick this?" He loves surprising you, especially when he knows you’ll be excited.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

We all know Ben to be very agreeable and social amongst so many people so I think if you were to start off as friends, he'd be constantly trying to make you laugh, bantering, teasing you and have casual touches like bear hugs when he sees you, fist bumps, hi-fives; the whole lot.

I think he'd want his partner to be able to riff back and forth with him - make jokes, mock and trashtalk him a bit but also support him and keep him smiling. I imagine on his off days when he has a bunch of things to do, like cleaning his car and grocery lists, he'd want you to tag along and bribe you with food, not that you needed a bribe. As your friendship deepens, late-night deep convos where you both open and more intimate interactions are common, like leaning on his shoulder, hugging his arm, wrapping his arms around your shoulders or lying down on your lap.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

I don't think Ben's the type to constantly initiate cuddling and spooning, but if you curl up beside him, his arms are around you instinctively and immediately.

After a tough match or a long stretch of tour, he might collapse onto the couch beside you, resting his head on your shoulder, craving your warmth. He loves it when you play with his hair or plant soft kisses on his head, it’s a quiet way for him to recharge.

On days when you’re feeling down, he’ll be the one letting you curl up on his chest, holding you close, rubbing your back, and kissing your temple.

During movie nights, he’ll keep an arm lazily draped across the back of your seat, his hand occasionally running down to your waist to pull you closer. He loves it when you rest your head on his shoulder, looking up at him with that soft smile that melts his heart every time.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Ben has said before that he can’t cook too well, but I think he’s downplaying it. He’s the type who can whip up something surprisingly good, especially if it’s a laid-back date night at home or after you’ve had a long day. His go-to (especially if you're rushing to college or work) is probably a smoothie—he makes a mean one.

But if he tried something delicious on tour and thought you’d love it, you can bet he’d try recreating it even if it takes way longer than it should. The recipe says 45 minutes? He’s probably spending three hours to make sure every little detail is perfect, especially if it’s for you. You might find him deep in concentration, the kitchen a bit messy, an apron poorly tied around his waist, but smiling at himself for nailing that final touch. He's even more proud when he sees you enjoying it.

On days when you’re cooking or baking, Ben’s your eager sous-chef. He’ll lean on the kitchen island, talking about his day, tasting what you’re making, and sneaking in little hugs from behind. Expect him to get playful and enthusiastic, acting like he’s in a cooking competition, throwing out “Yes, Chef!” and “Taste and stir? You got it, Chef!” with that cheeky grin of his.

When it comes to cleaning, though, he’s a bit more of a messy guy. You might find his sweaty kits or gear tossed on the floor after a long day of practice. But the minute you call him out, he’s on it, throwing it in the washing machine without hesitation, and eventually, he won’t even need to be told. He's just a big, goofy kid.

As for settling down, Ben wants it one day, but not just yet. He’s got a lot of life to experience with you by his side, whether it’s chasing adventures, or just living in the moment together. He loves the idea of marriage and kids down the line, but he wants to make sure that when that chapter comes, he’s ready and settled enough to be fully present. For now, he’s focused on making memories and achievements, but when the time is right, he’ll be all in for the next big step.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If Ben had to end a relationship, I think he’d do it with honesty and respect. He’s not one to ghost or avoid confrontation, so he’d sit down and have a mature conversation. He’d choose a calm, private space, somewhere that feels safe. He'd let you know that he cares and loves you but you're both in different directions with different needs. He would want to part on good terms. He’d make sure you feel heard and understood, and hope to stay civil and supportive.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Ben takes commitment seriously and doesn’t want to rush into it too fast. He wants to be sure of the relationship’s foundation before even thinking about marriage. He believes in growing together first.

Once he’s ready, though, he’d propose in a way that feels meaningful to both of you. No grand public gestures, just something intimate, maybe a quiet beach walk at sunset, or a cozy evening at home, where it’s just the two of you and the life you’ve built together.

I can imagine him getting your friends and family to help set it up, let them in on it and get their approval, but the moment would be about only you two, nothing and no one else.

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

Ben is incredibly gentle, both physically and emotionally like super, super sweet and kind. He’s always mindful of his strength and size, so his touches are light and tender, like brushing a strand of hair behind your ear or softly tracing your fingers when you hold hands. He'd talk to you in a softer voice than what he uses with his friends or during press conferences, he knows you hear him without needing all the extra noise or refined answers.

Emotionally, if Ben has learned anything from tennis, he’s more than patient and understanding. If you’re upset or feeling low, he’ll give you space to express yourself, asking, “Do you want to talk or just need a hug?” He’s always there, never pushing, but always ready to support you however you need. Even if he's away, he knows it can be hard and difficult but he'd send you gentle, sweet voice messages and videos, and if possible even call, just to remind you that you're always on his mind and in his heart.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Ben loves hugs, but they’re more of a casual, comforting thing than a constant need. He'd love the feeling of you hugging him, nestling and melting into him, your arm barely wrapping around him.

His bear hugs are warm, firm, and reassuring like he’s grounding you in the moment. He’ll give you a tight squeeze when he sees you after being apart or after a long day, pulling you close with a smile. If you’re having a rough time, his hugs linger a little longer, with a few kisses into your hair, making sure you feel safe. He’s not one to initiate a hug every five minutes, but when he does, it’s like being wrapped in warmth and love.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Ben wouldn't rush to say “I love you,” but once he’s sure of his feelings, he’s not afraid to express them. It’ll likely come out naturally during a quiet, intimate moment, maybe during pillow talk when you’re both just lying in bed, talking about everything and nothing with a few jokes that make you both tear up laughing, clutching your sides and sweet sentiments. “You know I love you, baby, right?” he’d say softly, his eyes soft and serious.

After that, he’d say it often, but always when it feels genuine, never just out of habit, but because he truly means it every time. He wouldn't be able to end a phone call or text you goodnight without saying it, and if you didn't say it, he's ringing you back until he hears it from you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Ben is secure in himself and in your relationship, so jealousy isn’t a huge issue for him, he’s confident in what you share, but he’s definitely not above feeling a little territorial from time to time. Especially if someone’s getting too friendly with you. In those moments, you’ll feel his presence shift subtly, he’s stepping in closer, maybe pulling you by your waist or slipping his hand around your lower back, fingers pressing a bit more firmly than usual. A kiss on your cheek, sending a clear message without making a fuss.

He’s not one to let jealousy turn into drama, though. He’ll tease you about it later, flashing that grin of his, saying something like, "You just have that effect on people, don’t you?" with a playful wink, but there’s a glimmer in his eyes that tells you he’s serious about keeping what’s his. He’s protective of what’s his, especially when it comes to you. He likes knowing that people can see how much he cares about you and that you belong together. And when the world sees it, he feels even more secure in the bond you two share.

If it ever really bothered him, he wouldn’t bottle it up. Instead, he’d bring it up later in private, maybe when you're together after a long day. “Hey, just so you know, it got to me a little earlier. I know you didn’t do anything, but…” His voice would trail off, a little sheepish, but he’d look you in the eye, wanting to clear the air. You'd reassure him with words, kisses and cuddles.

He'd feel so good when you are talking about him or introducing him by calling him "my man" or "my boyfriend"; "my" anything really. It shows he's yours, just as much as you’re his. It’s a quiet reassurance for him, something that makes his chest swell a little every time. You’d probably notice that his mood lightens immediately, his arms pulling you in closer, maybe pressing a kiss to your forehead, mumbling something like, "Yeah, that’s right. I’m your man" with his big, gummy smile. He’d feel all the tension at ease, knowing that in your eyes, he’s your person, your only person, and that’s more than enough to keep him grounded.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He wouldn't often be the one to pepper you with kisses all the time, but after a great win or a long time without seeing you or sometimes, just because, he would kiss you all over.

Ben’s kisses are playful and sweet, starting as quick pecks that sometimes turn into more passionate moments when the mood is right and when you're both alone. He loves kissing your forehead or the top of your head, there’s something incredibly tender about it that feels both protective and loving. It’s his way of saying, “I’ve got you” without using words.

He’s also big on a quick peck of your cheek or lips when you’re least expecting it, just to get a smile out of you. He finds joy in kissing your nose, too, making it a little game where he tries to make you laugh, and you both end up giggling.

As for being kissed, he loves it when you surprise him with soft kisses on his jawline or neck. You’ll notice him pause, eyes closed, savouring the moment.

There’s a gentle smile tugging at his lips as he revels in the affection, a warmth spreading through him that speaks volumes about how cherished he feels. These little gestures mean the world to him; they’re reminders that he’s loved and adored.

He also enjoys being kissed in unexpected places. Like the small of his back when he’s cooking or when you lean in to whisper something silly in his ear and kiss his earlobe. Or perhaps, when you kiss his chest, telling him it's you "kissing his sweet and kind heart". It catches him off guard and fills him with joy, making him melt and pull you in for a tighter embrace. He’s all about those intimate, tender moments, especially when he can feel your love radiating through each kiss and sending shivers through him. Each one leaves a mark on his heart, creating a tapestry of affection that strengthens his pure adoration for you.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

No secret that he's great with kids! They prob gravitate to his silly personality and easy-to-climb frame, he's like a walking-talking jungle gym. It makes your heart swell seeing him sign tennis balls and photos for children at tournaments or when he's spending time with family, getting tackled and jumped by all the kids.

He’d be the type to show them how to ride a bike, to juggle or teach them some fun tennis tricks, maybe a little impromptu match in the backyard. Ben would be attentive and patient, showing them the ropes with a kind heart. I imagine with older kids, he'd approach them in the same way Bryan had with him; supportive and kind, never too pushing.

When Ben sees the joy in their eyes, it makes his day, and you can’t help but adore him even more watching him with kids, knowing he’d be an amazing dad someday.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Ben are a beautiful blend of coziness when you get to spend them together. He’s not much of a morning person, but he loves waking up next to you. He's the type to set his alarm a bit earlier than necessary to spend his first few moments with you. His first instinct is to pull you closer, kiss your hair a few times, bury his face in your neck and inhale that comforting scent that makes the morning feel a bit brighter. He’d probably mumble something sweet, still half-asleep, cautious not to wake you up.

He’d take time to sit with you in the mornings during breakfast, talking about the day ahead or sharing funny stories from the previous day. He's just so happy to spend his first moments talking to the love of his life, he'd probably have a stupid smile on his face, never breaking eye contact.

If he’s on tour or has a busy schedule, he’ll make sure to carve out that little slice of the morning with you, maybe slipping a note in your bag or sending you a video in your timezone to wish you a good morning to remind you of how much he loves you.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Ben are all about winding down and enjoying each other’s company after a long day. He’d love to create a cozy atmosphere, dimming the lights, maybe lighting some candles or making popcorn for movie nights. You’d often find him on the couch with you, his arm draped around your shoulders as you watch a few episodes of your favourite shows, maybe even just watching TikToks together. He might tease you about your choices or how weird your FYP is, but he loves seeing your eyes light up as you share your favourites or laugh loud with your head thrown back.

On nights when he’s feeling particularly affectionate, he’d turn it into a stargazing adventure. If the weather’s nice, he’d grab a blanket, leading you outside to lay beneath the stars, pointing out constellations, and sharing silly stories about life on tour. He’d wrap you in his arms, resting his chin on your head, making you feel safe and cherished as you enjoy the tranquillity of the night.

If you’ve had a tough day, he’d be all about pampering you, running you a warm bath or preparing your favourite snacks, knowing that sometimes the little gestures mean the most. And when it’s time to sleep, he’d pull you close, his body instinctively finding yours as you drift off, feeling that warm sense of security and safety wrapped up in his embrace.

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?)

Ben takes his time when it comes to opening up, but he’s genuine about it. He's never faking his emotions or what's going on in his mind but some things would be kept away until he's ready and trusts you. I think he’s the kind of guy who enjoys those late-night conversations when the world feels quiet and safe, and that’s when you’d get to know the real him, the hopes he has, his fears, and what really drives him.

He’d probably start with lighter topics, like his favourite childhood memories or funny stories from the road, allowing you to ease into the more profound conversations naturally. As he sees your genuine interest in him, he’ll begin to reveal more, like his dreams for the future or moments that shaped him into who he is today. He’d appreciate your patience and understanding, wanting to feel secure in the connection before diving deeper into the heavier stuff. He'd want you to feel the same, ease him into the person you are today, with your fears, faults and all. Knowing you trusted him to share some of your troubles and past would make him feel incredibly warm, feeling your relationship grow tighter and closer. He'd never want you to go through anything like that when you're with him or feel those emotions again, so he'd be very conscious and make it a known effort.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Ben is generally laid-back and has a chill demeanour, especially since tennis made him that way to keep his cool, making it hard to rattle him. He’s the type to take a deep breath and laugh off minor annoyances, preferring to focus on the positives rather than letting small things get under his skin. He’d rather tease himself than get upset, often finding humour in the chaos, which makes him an excellent partner during stressful times.

However, if something really bothers him, he won’t shy away from addressing it. He believes in open communication and would prefer to have a calm conversation about what’s troubling him rather than letting it simmer inside. You’d find him sitting down with you, holding your hands and discussing feelings with sincerity. His patience extends to those he cares about, he understands that everyone has their off days and is more than willing to listen, offering support instead of anger.

Ben’s the type to remind you that it’s okay to feel frustrated or upset, and he’ll be there to help you work through it, showing that his patience isn’t just for himself but for you as well. He'd even take you to a rage room or find other outlets if you needed support.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

I think Ben would have notes in his phone about you. If you mentioned something while he's on tour whether it's on call or text, it'd go straight into his notes. If you're giving him a shopping list while he's abroad (like, K-beauty products or Japanese stationary), you'd need to send photos and the full brand name and all, otherwise, the poor guy gets stressed and panic buys stuff.

If you asked him to run and get micellar water, he definitely bought all sorts of sparkling and still water in a panic. Or if you offhandedly mentioned that your period is coming up, he bought wayyyyy too many sanitary products because "how am I supposed to know what size you are?" - that's when you knew you had your work cut out for you, you have to be specific.

He would be on the plane, going through his notes, picking out what he'll be able to find, maybe books or bracelet charms alongside snacks you liked too. He'd take that role very seriously and it'd be so hard for him not to spoil the surprise and give you a haul of all the little things he bought for you; it'd get to a point that one of his bags would just be stuff for you, it was like Christmas when he came back.

You might find him surprising you with those details, like picking up your bagel and coffee order on a random day or planning a date around something you’ve casually mentioned wanting to try. It makes you feel seen and appreciated, knowing that he values your words enough to remember them. Like you might be doing errands together and then pull up to a place you wanted to try or craved and he'd shrug it off and be like "Oh, what? I just thought you'd want to try their new menu, just remembered you talking about it a few nights ago", but internally, he'd be giggling, fist bumping himself at surprising you again.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

Ben’s favourite moment in your relationship is probably one that encapsulates all the love and joy you share together, something that solidifies you as a partner and his best friend. Maybe it was a spontaneous trip you both took, laughing the entire way, sharing silly snacks, and belting out songs in the car. Maybe the tyre was flat and you were both calm and making jokes about it, messing about while waiting for roadside assistance. Maybe it was playing doubles and having no strategy, just vibes and running all over the place (ahem, Arthur Fils and Ben, ahem). But whatever came your way, you both wouldn't find anger or frustration, you'd balance each other out and make a few jokes, and share a few kisses - you both knew everything was going to be alright.

He cherishes the quiet moments too, like those nights spent cuddled up, sharing your dreams and fears, realising how much you both mean to each other. It’s in those intimate exchanges that he finds solace and happiness, making every moment spent together feel significant.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

I think Ben’s protectiveness is rooted in genuine care and affection. He’s not overbearing or controlling, but he’s very aware of your comfort and safety, especially when you're together in public and with his fame. If you're walking through a crowd, his hand is always on your lower back, guiding you carefully. If someone’s acting a little too bold, he’ll step in closer, stand a bit taller, and make it crystal clear that you’re with him, and he’s looking out for you. He's got you covered and doesn't need to do too much to make himself known as your partner.

At the same time, Ben loves it when you show care for him too. Maybe it’s the little things, like checking in after a rough match or reminding him to rest after training, gently massaging him after training, caring about if he ate - all the small things to check-in. He’d appreciate it when you link your arm with his in casual moments or hold his hand in public when you look up at him with your sweet eyes and smile or gently plant a kiss. It’s that unspoken connection that makes him feel secure, knowing you’ve got his back as much as he has yours.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

I believe Ben’s the type who goes all-in. He might not always be extravagant, but everything he does is meaningful and well-thought-out, especially after it's been some time away.

For dates, whether it’s something simple like grabbing a pizza or something more special like a surprise picnic, he’ll plan it with you in mind, always tailoring things to your tastes. If it’s a special anniversary, expect him to remember all the little details, maybe even recreating your first date or trying to recreate a scene from a show or movie that you loved. He’s definitely the type to bring flowers, book reservations, and remember your favourite dessert or place to go.

He’s also great with gifts. He pays attention to the small things you mention, whether it’s that cozy sweater you’ve been eyeing or a quirky little item that made you smile. Sometimes, it is just something as small as having a sweet that you like in his pocket like it's "magic" (he forgot he put it there).

Everyday tasks don’t slip his mind; he’ll pitch in with chores, leave a small note, pack your bag for you or just help out in ways that show how much he cares.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

I think Ben's biggest "ugly" trait is probably his occasional messiness, especially after practice or a match. He might leave his bag somewhere leave sweaty clothes lying around or forget to put his sneakers back where they belong. If he’s been travelling a lot, expect his suitcase to explode all over the bedroom before he finally unpacks, and even that would take you pleading with him to get working on that, which he will do with a pout.

He’s prob also guilty of being a bit too focused on his phone at times, like sitting there mouth agape and a protein bar or something in his hand that he forgot he was eating while he's scrolling through social media or watching match highlights when you just want his attention.

But the great thing about Ben is that if you call him out on it, he’ll listen and make an effort to fix it. He’s not one to get defensive about it; he knows his weaknesses and is willing to work on them.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Ben is definitely aware of how he looks (he knows he's fine as fuck), but he’s not vain in an excessive way. He likes to look good and feel confident, especially in front of a camera or at an event, but he’s not obsessed. He’s got his routines, probably a favourite cologne, a specific hair product he swears by to make his curls look good, but it’s all pretty chill. He’ll make sure his outfit’s on point and his shoes are clean, but he’s not going to spend hours in front of the mirror. He just cares to look good with and for you, nothing else.

He’s comfortable in his own skin and loves it when you appreciate his style too, but at the end of the day, he’s more focused on feeling good than being perfectly groomed. If he knows you love the way he looks in a certain outfit, he’ll definitely wear it more often just to see that smile on your face.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Ben is a confident, self-assured guy, but when it comes to you, you’ve become such a key part of his life that he’d definitely feel something missing if you weren’t there. You ground him in a way no one else can, bringing out his softer, more relaxed side and keeping him grounded. After a long tour or stressful match, you're the one he turns to for comfort and calm. He loves having you to share his successes and challenges with, and it’s clear he sees you as his other half.

When you’re away from each other, he’d miss all the little things, your laugh, the way you poke fun at him, the way you cuddle into his side, the way you play with his hair and shower him with words of affirmation. Ben’s a big believer in partnership, and having you around makes him feel like he’s not just navigating life alone but with someone who’s always on his side. So yeah, without you, he’d feel incomplete, like something’s missing from his daily rhythm but it wouldn't be a crippling thing.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

So, Ben talked about how he had never been abroad before tennis, I like to think of him being an appreciative guy so I imagine him collecting memorabilia from his tours. Things like lanyards, tickets, wristbands, photos, and even quirky items he finds in hotels from different countries. He probably has a little keepsake box that he fills up with mementoes from the places he’s been, and he loves sharing these memories with you or telling you stories about those things.

When you’re together, he’ll pull out random souvenirs and tell you the stories behind them, maybe even jokingly offering to “trade” you one of his old match wristbands for one of your trinkets. If you offered to make him a scrapbook and document his silly stories, he'd probably hold that so, so close to his heart, maybe even well up a bit knowing you were gentle and careful in documenting it all.

He loves bringing something from you with him on his travels, whether it's your silly pink headband that you use when you're doing your skincare or a hair tie around his wrist. Whenever he gets the chance, he'll send you silly photos and texts wearing or holding those items, telling you that he misses you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Ben is generally easygoing, but there are a few things that would rub him the wrong way. He doesn’t like unnecessary drama negativity or toxicity, he’s all about keeping things light and fun, so constant complaining or bad vibes would get under his skin. He also wouldn’t appreciate dishonesty or being led on with games. He values trust and transparency in a relationship especially if he's serious, and if he felt like someone was being shady or playing with his emotions, he’d check out pretty quickly. He doesn't have the time to be doing all that while on tour.

I think he also wouldn’t be into someone who’s overly controlling or doesn’t give him his space. Ben enjoys his independence and time with friends, so he’d need a partner who respects that balance and doesn’t try to keep him on too tight a leash.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Deadass prob sleeps like a rock. Ben is the type of guy who falls asleep fast and stays asleep, once he’s out, he’s out. He loves curling up next to you in bed, and he’ll probably drape an arm over you in his sleep, unconsciously pulling you closer. He’s a deep sleeper, and if he’s had a tough day of training or a long match, he might snore lightly, maybe even sleeptalks a bit.

He likes it when you run your fingers through his hair while he’s falling asleep and murmur words of affirmation and love. It relaxes him instantly, and he’ll murmur little thank-yous, kiss your skin softly or give sighs of contentment until he drifts off completely. If he wakes up in the middle of the night, he’ll check on you, making sure you’re comfortable and pulling the blanket over you if it’s slipped off, making sure you're nice and tucked in. Ben might also wake up early, but he’ll stay in bed a little longer, just lying there next to you, content in the quiet moments of the morning.

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qu0kkarambles · 1 year ago

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Baby I miss you

Warnings - smut (minors dni), unprotected sex, oral, slight aftercare, public sex (kinda) , pet names, established relationship, slight muscle kink

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Authors note- it’s been soooo long since I posted on here lol so hope y’all enjoy and I’m also on ao3 if anyone wants to follow me over there as well.

‘Baby I miss you’

‘I’ve been down here 20 minutes y/n’ he sighed, a small smirk on his lips showing that he isn’t really annoyed by your clinginess. In fact he finds it endearing, watching how you try find excuses to be around him 24/7. Even now when he’s 20 minutes into his gym set, you traipsed down to your apartment complex gym ready to pretend to work out while you watch your boyfriend with his daily routine.

As he continued lifting his weights you sat yourself on one of the weight benches, shamelessly watching him as he goes through each rep set. Each bicep curl sent a wave of arousal through your body, and as you watched him slowly begin to sweat you had to shake yourself off, reminding yourself that there was cameras down here.

Mingyu continued to stare at his form in the mirror, or so you thought. He was secretly watching you, noticing immediately how your eyes were trained on his body and how you hadn’t even noticed he was staring right back at you through the mirrors. You were so preoccupied you didn’t even notice his growing smirk as he finished his set. He gently set the weights down before walking over to where you had sat yourself down, your gaze meeting his as he squatted down in front of you.

‘Baby, how do you expect me to concentrate if you keep looking at me like that?’ He asked, a finger under your chin gently lifting your head to look at him. ‘Like what?’ You asked.

‘Like you’re waiting for me to come rip your clothes off’ he replied, a chuckle low in his throat as he watched your eyes widen in shock. He stood from his crouched position and went back to his weights as you struggled to find the words to respond. Did you want him to throw you over his shoulder and have his way with you? Absolutely. Did you want him to say it out loud? Not at all.

As he continued with his workout you tried to distract yourself with your phone, scrolling tiktok as you tried not to stare at him anymore. Finding it more and more difficult to focus on the videos, you finally cracked, peeking up at him in the reflection of the large mirror. You immediately caught his eyes trained on you, his arms down as he just stood holding the weights, no lifting happening.

‘Now who’s staring?’ You say smirking, chuckling as you see him lower the weights.

‘I’m staring’ he says as he walks toward you. ‘Now stand up’

‘What? Why?’ You ask, already standing as you reply. There’s no real question anyway. Whatever he tells you to do, you follow flawlessly. You always have. Once you’re fully stood upright in front of him, his arms wrap around your waist, the sheen of sweat along them making him look even more fuckable than usual, as if that’s even possible.

With his hands firm around your waist he pulls you closer, crashing his lips to yours as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, hands meeting at the nape of his neck as you run your fingers through his hair. He breaks the kiss ever so slightly to whisper to you. ‘Up.’ As he speaks, a small tap on your ass is enough to get you to jump slightly, legs wrapped around his waist as he holds your body weight against his and continues to kiss you.

Within minutes you’re breathless, clinging to him as he walks you to the wall, your back leaning against it as he holds you up. Your kisses, which started slow and deep, have become frantic and messy, moans slipping from your lips as you felt mingyus hands across your back. His hands found there way under your shirt, his fingers splayed across your skin as he held you, tight enough to bruise. You hoped they would.

You pulled yourself back from mingyu, breathlessly whispering into his mouth. ‘Please mingyu, need you. Now’

Your begging pulled a groan from him, his eyes dark as he pulled back from the wall. He gently set you down, his lips on your neck as he began leaving marks along your skin. ‘Come on, let’s go’ you said, desperate to have mingyu closer.

‘No one checks the cameras baby. And the doors locked,’ he said ‘we don’t have to go anywhere. Now, are you gonna take your clothes off or do I have to do it for you?’

His bold confidence went straight to your core, your words lost in your mouth as you watched him walk closer to you. With one swift movement your shorts were thrown across the room, his hands all over you in an instant. He pulled your shirt off next, his lips trailing over every inch of your skin as you pulled him closer to you.

He pulled himself off you and moved across the room, sitting himself on a weight bench and lying himself back. You walked over, curious to see his plan before he grabbed your thighs. He pulled you closer, positioning you above his face as his hands pulled you down into his face.

‘Gyu, wait-‘ your words were silenced when mingyu pulled your body weight onto his face, his tongue working its magic to keep you quiet and panting.

‘Fuck mingyu, god.’ Your words were broken between moans, your fingers tangling through his hair as you tugged on the strands. Each time you tried to pull away, his hands were firm on your thighs, holding you down. ‘G-gonna c-cum fuck.’ Your warnings meant nothing to mingyu, his grip on your thighs only tightening as he pulled you closer and closer to the edge.

As you reached the edge, his grip on your thighs loosened, your legs shaking as he finally let you go. With his grip loosened on your legs you were able to pull away from his teasing tongue, finally able to catch your breath. As you tried to move to put your shorts back on, his hands stopped you.

‘Do you think we’re finished baby?’ He said with a smirk, his cheeky smile making your legs even weaker than they already were. He pinned you face first against the wall, his hands firm on your waist as he kissed along your neck and shoulders.

‘Gyu, please’

‘Fuck baby, you sound so pretty begging for me. My pretty princess.’ His words caught in his throat as he pushed himself into you, your own breath being taken once again as he filled you.

Although you had been with mingyu countless times before, he still surprised you with how perfect he is for you. You were practically panting as hw began to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first as he stretched you. Soon you were begging and pleading for more, and he was never going to deny you. As his pace increased, your moans got louder and louder, cursing between pants as he thrust deeper and deeper, his own moans taking you further to the edge.

Your hands tangled through his hair, tugging at the roots as your legs began to shake, your high flooding through your body in an instant. ‘Fuck baby you feel so good’ mingyu said as you came undone, his own thrusts becoming more and more frantic as he chased his high. As your lips met his, he finally reached the edge, filling you up as his hips falter and still.

His breath was hot on your neck as he painted into your skin, littering kissed along your shoulders as he held you up against the wall. ‘Fuck, gyu.’ You panted, your arms still firmly wrapped around his neck.

‘Come on baby, let’s get you cleaned up’ he said as he pulled out of you, gently placing you down on the floor. He quickly hurried to grab your shorts, redressing you before grabbing your stuff, his hand held out for you to take as he led you from the gym.

Once back in your flat, he led you to the shower, once again removing your clothes before joining you under the steaming water. His hands roamed your body as he took his time to take care of you, carefully wrapping a warm fluffy towel around your body once you were done.

Freshly cleaned and wrapped up warm in mingyus clothes, you settled down on the couch to watch him cook, your eyes dropping as sleep finally took you.

#kpop smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen mingyu #seventeen mingyu smut #mingyu smut

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gay-wh0re-slut · 1 year ago

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Rhea x reader with the reader f**king Rhea's thigh pls

oh helllll yeah, thank you for being my first request!! i’m hoping it’s a fem reader because of what you want? so i’m writing this as if it was, if not, let me know please. but i hope you enjoy!!

CW: dom rhea, slight praise, slight degradation

Go On, Do it Then

You sit on the couch awaiting your girlfriend with the dogs curled up next to you. Swishing your 4th glass of wine, you smile as you check Rhea’s location watching her turn down your road and into the driveway.

The doorknob clicks leading to Barry and Luna barking and racing each other to the door. A muscular silhouette barges in with her duffle bag of gear, makeup and who knows what else.

“Hey guys!” a toothy grin appears on the tired face, “mommy’s home…yes I know!…hello!!” as she pets them vigorously after throwing her bag down near the shoe rack, (mainly filled with her nike’s).

You make no fuss about her saying hi to the dogs first because if she didn’t they would whine all night as if they’ve never been loved in their life. So you wait patiently in line behind the barking furballs, wine tipsy, holding your hands behind your back hoping it would keep you balanced enough to where she wouldn’t notice how close to wine drunk you were.

Rhea finally stands to make eye contact with you and that always made the butterflies in your stomach come to life.

“Hey baby,” she smirks as she pushed her way through the pooches, “I’ve missed you.” She grabs your waist and pulls you in for a long kiss as your hands find their way to her cheeks, grasping and hoping to never let go. Unfortunately, she lets go, but in one fell swoop, she picks you up wrapping your legs around her hips and your arms around her neck, desperately trying to hold on. She carries you to the couch and sits down with you in her lap.

“How wassyour trip?” you try to speak as normal as possible.

She cocks an eyebrow at your slurred speech, then peeks behind you to see the almost empty bottle of rosé and half full wine glass, “not too bad, love, but you seem to have taken a trip for yourself, I see.”

You make a fake shocked face, “Whaat? Noo,” you giggle. “I was only trying to pass the time until you showed up, but now here you are!” You raise your arms like you were on a rollercoaster, then placed them on her shoulders.

“Here I am!” she chuckled back. A few seconds go by as she lets her eyes wonder over your body. You’re not wearing anything too revealing, not revealing at all actually, but you did put on her favorite comfy shirt she likes you to wear and some biker shorts, knowing she would definitely notice. Soft hands find their way from your thighs, to your ass, to under your shirt, to your back, to lightly scraping her nails up and around to your rib cage. You shiver under her touch, and the butterflies became more alive.

“Did you miss me?”

“Of course I did!”

“Yeah? How much?”

“Soooo much!”

“That’s a lot,” she smirked. Her hands have now found their way to the collar of your shirt and gently tugging it down. “Wanna show me?” she began to softly kiss up your neck.

Your breath hitches at the sudden change in energy, “show you?” you asked, but you knew exactly what she meant.

“Yes,” her accent hissed in your ear, “prove to your mami that you missed her ‘soooo much’,” as she kissed down your jaw finishing just before your lips. She knew how much you wanted to kiss her but she denied the movement by grabbing your face, holding you just close enough.

A small whine left your throat before, “yes ma’am,” finally escaped. Your pants were immediately soaked from your core. Muscular arms gracefully removed your shirt exposing your chest fully. You shiver at the burst of cold air on your skin. Before she even threw the shirt to the side, she began kissing your chest. Leaving a trail of soft kisses behind, her mouth found your hard nipple and lightly ran her tongue over it, kissed her was to the other one and repeated the motion. She finished off by kissing her way back up your neck and finally kissing you on the lips.

“How’re you feeling, my baby?” she coos.

You hum in content, “like I need to be fucked…like right now…please,” the wine spoke.

“Such a desperate slut,” said the tattooed woman, “is that really what you want?”

“Mhmm,” you whine nodding your head and moving your hips to get any traction possible, “please mami!”

“Well, get to it then. You wanna cum so bad then do it.” she drops her hands from your body with a plop onto the cushions.

“But I want you to do it,” you whine again.

Icy blue eyes lock onto yours and leans in extremely close to your face. You know better than to try to steal a kiss.

Her australian voice came out smooth but in a threatening whisper, “Don’t make me tell you again.”

Your eyes widen as your mind goes a million miles a second to try to figure out how to do it and quickly. Thankfully, you thought of something.

You readjust yourself on her lap so one leg is in between hers, checking every second that she’s okay with every movement. You carefully place your hands on her shoulders, once again checking her face for any change in emotion but she watches blankly as you maneuver and gently place yourself back down, but this time only one leg.

“Good girl,” the toothy grin says. She leans back placing her arms on the top of the back cushions of the couch, “now show me how much you missed me like the good slut you are.”

You hesitate but you nod your head, “y-yes ma’am.” So, you begin to ride her thigh, ever so slowly though not wanting to seem as desperate as you actually are. After a minute or so, gripping onto her shoulders for balance, you quicken your pace to a nice steady rocking.

She watches you, grinning her evil smile, “that’s it, princess.” She finally places her hands back on your ass guiding you through the motion. Sometimes she pushes you down harder onto her leg to get a rise out of you and it certainly does.

Soft moans and whines escape your throat as time passes. You can feel the pressure building inside of you, “holy fuck,” you choke out. You didn’t realize it until a sweat bead slowly dropped from your forehead to your nose that she was making you go twice the speed you were before. Grinding harder and harder, losing grip on her shoulders so you move closer to her neck and one hand tangled in her hair. Your forehead almost resting on hers you were so close. Little did you know that the small movement of your knee between her legs was getting her off too.

“God, you’re such a fucking slut, baby,” a small moan escaped her mouth, which is when you realized where you knew was so you adjust between the repetitions and push your knee farther into her. “Shit,” spilled from her mouth because of the new sensation making you that much closer knowing she was getting off too.

“Please…let me..cum mmami…please,” you whine.

“Do it, princess…fuck, cum for me,” she allows panting her way through her own building pressure.

1..2..3..4..5..6..7 thrusts after her command, the pressure finally releases as you moan so loud it might as well have been a scream, “uunhhh fUck,” you yell. You let your head fall to her shoulder as you continue to ride out the waves.

“Oh GOD!” She follows as her own pressure releases. Moaning and whining into your ear.

You both ride it out, panting and sweating being silent for a minute before you both come back to earth.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, my baby,” the raven hair moves past you forcing you to sit back up.

You kiss her weakly as you slump back down to her shoulder.

#rhea ripley #wwe #rhea ripley x reader

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sturniolobsessed · 11 months ago

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STORMY NIGHT - M.STURNIOLO

Warnings : kissing, use of pet names

Summary : It’s late at night and a storm is roaring through your hometown. You have always hated storms and your boyfriend, Matt knows that

Authors note : This is my first fic so I hope it’s not bad lmao. This one is probably gonna be short but lmk what you want me to do in the future, can be smut if you want <3

Creds to @astrolynnworld for the idea

Pink is y/n

Blue is Matt

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I am lay in my bed, covers drawn up to my chin as the storm rips through the night sky, with fear in my eyes. I’m trying to do everything to distract myself from the noises of the thunder but I can’t help to jump every time the thunder strikes

I decide to put my music on and close my eyes to drown out the noises coming from outside. As I was vibing along to “bellyache” by Billie Eilish, my music randomly stops and I hear the noise of my phone ringing

Upon picking it up, I hear the voice I most needed to hear, Matt Sturniolo, my beloved boyfriend

“Hi sweetheart.”

“Hi..”

“Are you alright, y/n?”

“Umm… yeahhhh sure.”

“It’s the storm isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. It’s scaring me.”

“It’s alright, my love. Don’t apologise, I’ll be over in 10.”

“No, Matt! It’s thundering and it’s not safe.”

“You think I care?”

“Yes because if you die, you can’t even comfort me over the phone.”

“And if I bring snacks and promise a Netflix night?”

“Alright, I’m listening…”

“Good girl, see you soon.”

“See ya, don’t die.”

“I won’t, darling, don’t worry.”

Matt puts down the phone on the other end and I immediately have a bright smile plastered on my lips. Matt had always had that effect on me, I love it

[Timeskip]

10 minutes later, I hear a knock on my door and I know that it’s Matt. I hop up out of bed to go and greet him at the door. When I open the door, he is stood outside with a little goodie bag.

“Hey handsome, what’s all this?”

“Stuff for you. Can I come in?”

“Oh yeah, of course.”

I step aside to let him in and he walks in with a smile. He gently grabs my waist and pulls me in for a warm, soft kiss. I kiss his lips gently as he delicately holds my body in his arms.

“Can we go and cuddle with the snacks?”

“Of course we can, love.”

He grabs my hand and the bag as we mosey on to my room, plonking down on the bed. I snuggle up to his side, his arm wrapping around my shoulders.

“Soooo? What’s in the bag?”

He starts pulling out all of the items and naming them off as he goes. He pulls out his hoodie, my favourite snacks, a drink for both of us and a cute, little scented candle.

“Aww thank you, my love! What’s the candle for?”

“Don’t know, just saw it and knew you like scented candles.”

“Thank you, Matt.”

“You’re so welcome.”

He kisses the top of my head as I start to dig into the snacks, my mind completely distracted from the storm outside until it starts again. I hear the thunder rip through the sky again and I bury my head in Matt’s chest

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m right here.”

I don’t respond, I just simply nod into his shirt. The thunder keeps going for a number of minutes and my head remains in his chest for the whole time until it finishes.

I finally hear it come to a temporary halt and I move my head from Matt’s chest, looking up at him

“Thanks..”

“It’s alright, sweetie.”

He pulls my head to rest on his chest once again and I smile as he puts on Netflix. I let him select a random film as I know that we will probably sleep through the second half of it, like always.

“I love you..”

“I love you too, pretty girl.”

I blush slightly at the nickname and the fact that I can now fell Matt’s hands in my hair. I cuddle closer to him and close my eyes, feeling comfortable in his embrace

I can feel myself starting to drift off and before I know it, I’ve fallen asleep in Matt’s arms

“Night night, y/n.”

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Taglist : @mangoposts @thetriplets3

#sturniolo triplets #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #fluff

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milliesfishes · 4 months ago

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okay okay this might be a little too specific to myself so i totally understand if you don’t chose to write about it😭 but could you do something with billy or coryo [or both!! whatever you chose :) ] with a partner who has a lisp and has always been a little insecure about it and maybe they overhear someone making fun of it and how they would comfort them about it. i’m in love with your blog btw!!

౨ৎ꣑ৎbilly and coryo with a partner who has a lisp౨ৎ꣑ৎ

aww this is the cutest thing!! I don't have a ton of thoughts on it just cause the general idea is just soooo cute but: (billy the kid x fem reader) (coriolanus snow x fem reader)

Billy:

Here I'm imagining you overheard someone in town, maybe one of the common gossips, saying something about your lisp, and you're noticeably upset about it. It wasn't the first time this has happened, but it still stings the same.

And when Billy comes home he notices you're upset about something, and immediately goes about trying to figure it out. He asks you gently what happened and his eyes are so warm, his demeanor so kind that the whole story comes pouring out of you.

Listening intently, he slowly draws you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead and frowning at the tale. "Now what's there to make fun of? It's sweet. Just like you."

Furrowing your brow, you look up at him incredulously because you didn't understand how anybody could love something you were so insecure about. But Billy had never lied to you, not once, and you could see in his eyes that he was serious.

He kissed your cheek. "Ain't ever even known that was somethin' to be ashamed of, baby. I love every bit of you. All that you don't like as much I find adorable, and every part you love is mine to cherish just as much."

You nearly burst into tears at how sweet he was being, and he smiled at your expression, kissing your forehead. Burrowing into his arms, you murmured, "Thank you."

"'S my job t' make ya feel good, baby," he assured you, petting your hair. "I love you. Everything about you."

Coryo:

This is a little similar but here I'm picturing the two of you walking into a party together hand in hand when he picks up on a group of people who're making fun of you, not at all trying to hide it.

He can tell by the look on your face that you heard it too, but you don't comment on it, standing up straighter and squeezing his hand. Throughout the night he'd make sure you stayed close, keeping an arm around you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that specific group of people being told something by a Peacekeeper, noting their astonished expressions. Turning your head, you saw them begin to file out of the room, haughty looks on their faces.

Looking back at Coriolanus, you saw his eyes were trained on the scene as well. He looked back at you, something in his eyes conveying exactly what had happened. Feeling a little bad for causing a disturbance, you were grateful he'd only asked them to leave instead of sentencing them to death.

Coriolanus leaned in, tilting your chin up and kissing you gently, searching your eyes after. He thumbed your cheek. "You're perfect, darling. Every part of you."

You knew he was referring to your lisp, and a surge of affection washed over your senses. For all his faults, Coriolanus was consistent, and he wouldn't have married you if he didn't find you flawless.

He drew you in once more, rubbing your side and kissing your head as he turned back to the group conversation he'd been embroiled in. You leaned against him, secure in the knowledge that no matter your insecurities, he was devoted to you.

#billy the kid #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid x you #william h bonney x reader #william h bonney fanfiction #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow imagines #billy the kid imagines #milliesfishes billy #milliesfishes coryo

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battlemaiden13 · 5 months ago

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Random idea; HND [House Next Door]

✨Imagine✨

Red or even Sans, Stretch, dare I say Black, Vi, Nightmare, Lust, and Wine etc, but my og idea is Red however should work for poor Sans too majorly-

Red, he’s having say a rough day with work just came home can’t relax etc, and even a depression day(if you want that spicy angst), MC randomly comes by just purely because they felt like it telling edge “I’m stealing your brother for the day, is that okay? Is he here?” Perhaps edge says he’s having a bad day so MC right away has their mind set on things, extra stubborn and determined. And just goes to Red “hey handsome! Get dressed we’re going out, no I won’t tell you what or where, it’s a surprise, no you don’t get a choice, wear something really comfy! However if you’re already all set, let’s go!” Reds absolutely confuzzled but can’t help but smile purely by MC smile alone and soft tones, reds gets ready/says he is, MC grabs him by the hand, holding his hand tightly, and dragging him threw the house, they’re excited and power walking. “Hey Edge! I have your brother! I’m stealing him for the day!! If you need us just text or call me!!” And pulls him to her car, getting him comfy in passenger seat, smiling away, she’s turns on engine and before pulling out is like “ey, oi fucker, gimme your hand!” He’s confused but follows regardless trusting MC, mc holds his hand while driving or (if she needs both hands) puts his hand on her knee/thigh closest to him smiling away, like an excited puppy, humming away, then cracking jokes and flirts to help ease him and have normalcy in this rough time. Refusing to tell him anything of what they’re doing. But her heat and simple gestures seem to chip away at the tension in his shoulders.

What are they actually doing?

Cuddle Session non drunk edition.

At her apartment. Maybe games and movies but just new surroundings, her home just them and it smells like her so just comforting, but not crowded and anxiety inducing. Plus Mc can have her full attention on Red, and the boy needs it on these days.

They arrive at her apartment, she’s dragging him giggling away with a mischievous smile and glint in her eyes. He’s getting nervous and a little suspicious about that damn twinkle in her eyes but trusts her with a smile and a huff.

They get to her door, she unlocks it, pushes him inside “okay shoes off! Cmon! Let’s go! Oh and welcome to my apartment! Should’ve said that aha!” He looks around but does have much time however he does notice the book he gave her on the shelf, pushes him into her room, puts on nice music, with twinkle lights and oranges light gift.

Pushes him (or throws him) onto her bed. “I heard you ain’t feeling it, soooo! You get a cuddles session, it’s time to relax, we can talk about anything you want, however, you do not have a say in the cuddles, your getting them regardless of what you say! And welcome to my room, I mostly see the stuff in here then the rest of the house” MC lays beside him, hugging him close, arms between his jacket and shirt, voice dropping hand slowly petting his skull, shoulders and back. “I also noticed we never got to have any cuddle sessions without a drinking session, so I thought I should change that, what better time to be close to my favourite flirt? Red-Sans. Whatever your going through, it’ll get better, I’m here Sans, your not alone, I promise you for as long as you want me, I’ll be there, heh, even if you don’t want me there your kinda stuck with me now.” Hugs him tightly he can hear her heart beat. “You don’t need to hold up that wall any longer, not with me, you don’t need alcohol to cry in my arms, I have you, I’ll always have your back too, let it out Red, say whatever your thinking out loud, whatever you need I have you, you’ll still be the big red who’s my softy at times and even an amazing and perfect size to be my teddy bear!~” Gently kisses his forehead outta pure boldness doesn’t really realize she actually kissed him “I’m here sweetie, you have nothing to fear. I have you.”

(yes the ‘perfect size’ was a compliment to his insecurities, after all we love a big guy, and we can’t have this boi have insecurities and worries about what we love about him!)

~💚𝒯𝒽ℯℴ💚~

This is really cute. I might do something similar in the future. Red deservers this love

#underfell #underfell sans #hnd #housenextdoor #house next door #story ideas #love it #its so cute

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musicallisto · 1 year ago

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and also happy birthday!!!

sending in a 🐚 + i’m bi, I like reading, writing, gaming and yoga, turn ons include pet names and receiving the princess treatment, turns offs include not sticking up for me and being messy

my fandoms from your list are bridgerton and red dead redemption💗💗

thanks so much for running this event it is soooo fun!!!<3

ohhh princess treatment, you say... let me introduce you to the absolute kings of making you feel like you are the very center of the world...

please... you know it had to be him. not only because I'm a strong supporter of the way you write him and think you are the authority on anything arthur morgan related, but also and most importantly because have you seen the way he tends his horse? how gently he talks to her when he strokes her mane? i'm thinking soooo many thoughts and none of them pure

not only that, but he is generally so caring (especially high honor!arthur, who's my personal canon interpretation of him) with those he loves and even strangers who sense the goodness in him. that energy would definitely translate into any romantic relationship, even though he'll need to get over a lot of self-doubt and self-esteem issues to make it work

in a modern AU you'd get him into yoga for sure. i can only imagine how tired and sore all those muscles are from all the hiking around the woods and fixing up stuff in your farmhouse and cutting up wood and—he needs a break, but not one where he feels too idle and therefore like he's wasting time, and especially not one where he can't be surrounded by nature. which is how you convince him to give yoga a try, on a fine dewy morning in your frontyard

he thinks it's a little stupid at first—"how's all that twistin' and bendin' supposed to make me feel better?"—but you're really persuasive and he doesn't mind the sight of you in your yoga clothes either, to be honest

he'd find it really relaxing and a surprisingly effective way to connect with nature and his surroundings, but he'd still groan a little for good measure because he doesn't want to admit you were right too easily. that, and also the poor man is NOT flexible and he is struggling.

pet names!!!!! so!!!! many!!!! pet names!!!! "darlin'" this and "sweetheart" that. "honey" and "princess" and "GOOD GIRL"?!?!,!?,,?? in that deep, southern voice of his? i need to lie down.

of course he'd stick up for you anytime you need it, and even when you don't. he pledges his loyalty to the people he loves, to the bitter end, so he'll always always defend you, even when you're a little bit wrong, lmao, but that's only because he's a beloved himbo and he thinks you're always right and so smart

also this is a little bonus—I considered mary-beth as well, because i think you too would be so so cute and actual real life ladies together <3

ılı.lıllılı.ıllı.

now, if princess treatment had a name and a face... it would certainly bear a striking resemblance to that of benedict bridgerton.

the man is literally so smitten with you, there's nothing he wouldn't do to prove the depth of his affections. expect every grand gesture you've read about in the books; bouquets of your favorite flowers and countless portraits and blazing handwritten letters slipped into the secrecy of your gloved hand at balls.

anthony wonders why his younger brother looks so... miles away, like his whole being rather than just his head is in the clouds (more so than usual), and also why the family's expenses have skyrocketed all of a sudden... but violet discourages him from badgering benedict about it, because she's too elated that he's finally found a lady to seriously court, lol

since you're so well-read, and therefore spirited and quick, as well as artistic and creative, your conversations with benedict are as stimulating as they are witty... and that's not mentioning your correspondence. you could send each other letters back and forth every single day, were it not for decorum: it's already quite scandalous that an unwedded lord and lady are writing to each other personally, you're supposed to at least entertain your other suitors into thinking they have the ghost of a chance with you. which they don't, because it's clear as snow no one compares to benedict's bohemian soul.

it's true, however, that benedict can be quite... messy, asjdfjab, and he's thankful that it's him who visits you and not the other way around because he would Not want you to see the mess that is his studio. but you give him an incentive to start tidying up a little more! because you deserve only the best <3

literally prince charming incarnate with the perfect dash of mystery and edginess to keep you on your toes. what else do I need to say

#— celebration; 1.5k!#— ask.#˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ margo #rdr2 x reader #arthur morgan x reader #bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader

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zoidriguez · 11 months ago

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Sexploration

Pairing: Bender Rodríguez/Original Character

Rating: Explicit

Words: 2,681

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52669690

Summary:

“You…wha? You wanna touch my motherboard?�� “Uh-huh.” Lucy's curiosity gets the better of them and they wanna explore the inside of Bender's chassis. Selfship.

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Notes:

Lucy: https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/cliveisawesome223/bathtime https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/cliveisawesome223/selfshiptember-day-4 https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/cliveisawesome223/borat-voice-my-wife In my last fic, I mentioned how Lucy likes to explore and touch around Bender's body from time to time. This is sort of an offshoot of that idea. Also, sorry for the crummy pun in the title. I thought of it when I started writing this and it stuck haha

“Hey, can I ask you somethin’?”

Bender’s visor lifted and he looked at the robot sitting on top of him quizzically, who just shrugged. Having become acquainted with this phrasing, Bender figured this path of conversation would lead to either something glaringly serious or completely inane, and he wasn’t particularly thrilled with either of those outcomes. Still, though, he wanted to trust that Lucy had interrupted their mutual quiet time for good reason. He feigned a sigh and grunted with effort as he sat up, back now against a pillow at the headboard of their bed. “What is it?”

Lucy avoided Bender’s stare, instead looking off to the side and choosing to focus on one of the many discarded beer bottles on their floor. Pausing, they chose their next words carefully. “You, you know this thing? That we’re doin’ right here?”

“I, yeah?” Bender answered, suddenly unsure of all of this. A small part of his brain was catastrophizing, worrying that they were about to say something that was going to hurt him, and he tensed. Lucy was quick to comfort him, grabbing his forearms and gently tracing ovals over his surface. He relaxed, sinking back into the pillow and a sigh escaping his voice box.

They tried to divert their attention somewhere else, a little afraid of Bender’s reaction to what they were about to ask. “I guess I was wondering, if I could do this…inside your chassis…?” They trailed off, shifting on Bender’s torso, acutely aware of the…lascivious nature of this request. Bender just chuckled and they quirked their head, confused.

“Y’know, if you wanted to fondle my insides, you coulda just asked. Don’t hafta be all cryptic about it.”

“I…okay, well, yeah, that is part of it, but there’s another element!” Lucy pouted, resting their hands on his chest. “This type of stuff is interesting to me. I wanna see what happens when I touch certain parts of your board while you’re running…and, and I wanna see where you're most sensitive…’n stuff…” They clumsily mumbled out, their mind wandering to unsavory places. Bender stared at them like they were crazy.

“You…wha? You wanna touch my motherboard?”

“Uh-huh.”

“That is soooo dangerous…” Bender sang out. “What if you break somethin’ in me?! The world can’t go without me for a second!”

They rolled their eyes at that. “You literally saved backups of yourself to flash drives and tried to sell them to museums as a national treasure. I don’t think the world is going Bender-less anytime soon.” Bender just crossed his arms and grumbled and a pang of sympathy drummed inside of Lucy. They leaned down and cupped the side of his face, petting his cheek with their thumb. “And of course I’m not trying to coerce you into doing anything you don’t wanna. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

Bender was noticeably quiet, and he avoided Lucy’s gaze. It was true he had his reservations about this, and this was definitely something out of his comfort zone - relatively rare, considering his numerous sexual exploits - but the thought of his bare circuits…being touched like that…the thought was exhilarating. He made a few whines before finding his voice again. “...You promise to be careful?”

Lucy smiled. “I promise.”

Letting out a shaky breath, he laid back with a touch of hesitance and opened his chest compartment, the action holding much more gravity considering the current circumstances. Trailing kisses from his mouthplate downwards, Lucy anchored their right hand to Bender’s side and leaned forward, plunging their left inside. Their head was practically inside him, trying to get a good view of where his motherboard was. Milliseconds turned into centiseconds which turned into deciseconds and Bender was growing impatient.

“Can you hurry it up?” The suspense of waiting tangled with the fact he couldn’t see what was going on in there wasn't helping quell his anxieties about this. He gasped sharply when a bundle of his wires were forcefully tugged on and he slammed a hand over his mouthplate, stifling a noise.

“Just hush. I know what I’m doin’.” They assured, smiling through their voice. A low groan escaped Bender’s voice module and his legs shifted restlessly, Lucy now slowly rubbing the bundle of wires between their digits absentmindedly while they put more focus towards his schematics. Any concerns Bender had about this were melting into pleasurable static and he let them do their thing, his arms ragdolling onto the mattress. Seemingly finding what they were looking for, Lucy made a beeline for a spot deep inside his casing and Bender suddenly felt a pressure on his core. He trembled, their fingertips dancing over the surface of his motherboard.

“How’s it feel?”

“...Weird,” Bender answered honestly.

“Bad weird or good weird?”

“Just…weird, I dunno…”

“Do you want me to keep going?”

“Yeah.” That was the one thing he was sure about. He had never felt anything similar to this and he struggled to put into words what exactly this indescribable sensation was like. Moving their fingers around blindly, Lucy came across Bender’s expansion slots, one of which was already occupied with a board. Several inductors, capacitors, and resistors decorated it, which was all well and good, but not exactly what they were looking for. Their hand went further along the expansion board, discovering a spot with a heatsink and several fans. They briefly assumed this was where this particular expedition ended before an idea started brewing. Wordlessly, they leaned back and opened their own chest compartment, fiddling for a plug. After an awkward few seconds of searching they pulled it out, quickly plugging themself into a port on his motherboard, and before Bender could question this, a prompt appeared on his display that Lucy was requesting admin privileges.

“What exactly are you doin’ in there?” Bender chuckled nervously.

“I wanna turn off this fan so I can disconnect it. There’s something under there I wanna get at,” Lucy explained, pulling a screwdriver out of their chest. Bender was about to voice his doubts before they continued, already guessing what he was going to say. “I’ll keep an eye on your control panel, and I’ll put it back before you start overheating, how does that sound?”

“I really dunno about this,” He admitted, twiddling his fingers.

Features softening, Lucy set the screwdriver off to the side and leaned down to be level with Bender’s face. “Baby, I wouldn’t be doing this if I wasn’t confident in what I was doing.” They massaged the side of his face, him leaning into the touch. “I would never do anything that would hurt you. I’m taking as many precautions as I can.”

Bender was eerily quiet. Slowly, he moved his hand over Lucy’s, holding it against his cheek. He finally met their optics for a few seconds before closing his, pressing his forehead against theirs and silently allowing them access to his systems. Lucy slowly backed away, hesitant, shaking, before going in with sudden fervor, pressing their mouthplate against his. Making a surprised noise, he slowly leaned into the kiss and quietly moaned against them, his hand moving to cradle the back of their head and slowly moving down their back, resting at their waist. He prodded at the space between their legs with his digits before they grabbed his arm, moving it to a neutral position. He opened his eyes, confused, only to be met with a self-approving smirk.

“Nuh-uh-uh. Tonight’s all about you, sweetheart.” Bender squirmed in place, flustered. He could handle all this attention from a crowd, in fact he relished in it, but all this attention from one particular robot…this felt so much more direct. Lucy gripped his forearms and guided him downwards, Bender now fully laying on his back. Retrieving the screwdriver, they dove back into his chest compartment, using the whirring of those particular fans to find where they left off. They brought up Bender’s control panel, letting it rest in the corner of their vision, while they shut them off, the soft whirring noise slowly coming to a stop. Once they fully stopped spinning, they rested a hand on the heatsink, skillfully unscrewing it along with its connecting fans from the board in a few motions. They carefully placed the screws nearby, making note of their placement, and set the screwdriver back down. Using both hands, they flipped the heatsink over, letting the sole ribbon cable hold it in place as they set it above its original spot.

Finally, they spotted a chip that the cooling system was covering before. Hovering over it for a few seconds, they sank their hand down, rubbing their thumb over it, and Lucy heard a soft ‘woah’ escape Bender’s voice module. They poked their head out, only to see Bender’s optics warbling, pupils unfocused and shaky. Lucy’s face lit up.

“I can’t see,” Bender stated simply.

“This must be your GPU…” They rubbed their thumb over that spot again, this time studying his face closely, and much to their amazement his features glitched in accordance with their touches. Humming to themself, they moved a digit to glide across the section where the chip was soldered to his board and Bender twitched, inhaling sharply while his optics and mouthplate flickered. His visor half-lowered and he shuddered against them.

“Sensitive spot?”

“Yyyeah,” He confirmed, his arms moving to wrap around Lucy’s midsection, hands on their back.

“Don’t worry, I’ve gotcha…” They cooed, using their free hand to hold him closely. They brushed against the solder again and he grunted, his legs pushing his torso upwards to try to get more stimulation. Whining, he realized that Lucy had moved their hand away. “You’re gonna overheat if I keep touching you there,” They stated, already starting to secure his cooling system back in place to prevent any damage.

“Then let me…” He groaned, his fingers scratching at their back fitfully. Lucy rolled their eyes, smiling.

“You and I both know you don’t mean that,” They put in the last screw and set aside the screwdriver, giving the heatsink one last pat before moving their hands elsewhere. “Besides, there’s more places I wanna explore.” Moving to a second occupied expansion slot, this board was a lot simpler. The usual components of a board were still present and numerous, but the main chip just sat at the center, unguarded. Bender whimpered and they chuckled to themself. “Would you just calm down?”

Bender pouted, clouds of steam pouring from his chassis. “‘M calm! I just want-ttttttttttttttttt,” He stuttered out suddenly, Lucy brushing against the chip. Bringing their head back out, Bender was already staring at them questioningly.

“You’re the one that made those noises, dude, not me.” They teased.

“What the he-eelllllll, you-” His voice module hissed when Lucy’s digits moved to the solder again. “Is, is that my soundddd, sounds-crackle-sound chip-p-p-?!”

“Bingo! How’d you know?” They said sarcastically, rubbing at that spot some more. Metallic screeches reverberated through the room and Bender failed to keep his voice down, his voice module being manipulated so so nicely. His voice hitched a few octaves and developed into glitchy whines. Static shot from loose parts of his wiring; he was close, so fucking close, but Lucy took their hand away again and Bender groaned loudly, frustrated and trying to move for some type of stimulation somewhere, anywhere - but Lucy held him in place.

“Let me, let me finish-h,”

“I will! Just one last thing, okay sweetie?” They pet his arm with their free hand and moved their touch back to his motherboard. “Don’t forget this is also for science.”

“Screw scienceee…” Static crept into his voice. “Fuck, I’m, I’m so close.”

That was true, they could feel overflowing electricity buzzing beneath his circuits, and burn marks covered their dominant hand due to spike voltages. Thankfully, they knew what they were looking for this time. Gently, their hand moved to the center of his motherboard and carefully lifted up a small latch, revealing a chip. They tapped it lightly and-

“FUCK!” Bender spasmed, tears prickling at the corners of his optics. Clearly, they had found a sweet spot. “ThhThere, touch me there, touch-ch me, now, pplease, ohmygod-” They repeated the action and he cried out, his footcups digging into the sheets.

“This is your CPU!” They smiled. “Makes sense it would be the most sensitive part, huh?” Before he could answer their fingertips breezed over the solder and anything he wanted to say quickly devolved into loud, embarrassing moans and glitched nothings while tears trailed down his face. He held Lucy close to him, trembling, hiding his face in their shoulder, but that wouldn’t do. Lightly pushing his chest away, they then tilted his face to look at them.

“There you are, gorgeous...” Bender was heating up significantly, he was right on the edge. “You’re so cute…” Wiping away stray tears with their thumb, Lucy then grabbed a hold of his chin and leaned forward, sending a small burst of electricity through his mouthplate from theirs and his torso thrust into their touch on his circuits before stiffening, steam billowing from his chassis and his digits clawing at Lucy’s back hard enough to leave scuff marks while robotic moans left his voicebox. He sobbed, falling to hide in their shoulder again, and they let him this time, petting his back while he shook, not caring about his body being quite literally scalding. Fans whirring loudly, he finished, his shaking slowing down and his systems starting to reset before his visor closed and he slumped against Lucy. He felt a small spark at his cheek before shutting down completely.

…

“...Shit, babe,” Were the first two words Bender managed when he came to. He heard a giggle and Lucy was nuzzled into his chest.

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

“G’morning…wait, morning?”

“Mhm! After you overloaded, you slept all night.” They rubbed the back of their head bashfully. “I think I might’ve gotten a bit overzealous…”

“Nah.” Bender responded, almost too quickly. When they looked questioningly in his direction, Bender swiveled his head away. “Even if ya did, it was worth it…”

“Ehehehe. I’m glad you think that, ‘cause there’s some other stuff I wanna try.” They paused for a moment. “In the name of science, of course.”

“Of course.” He played along, followed by a comfortable silence, the only sound being the light ticking of their bodies. Bender glanced at the clock and sighed, leaning back. “Man, I don’t wanna go to work.”

“Then don’t!” Lucy grinned, snuggling into Bender’s side.

“You’re a terrible influence,” “As if you aren’t,” They wrapped an arm over his chest, noticing how his body got warmer. It was comfortable, Lucy practically melting into his body. They looked at him knowingly. “Besides, I know you wanna cuddle, too.”

He made a strangled noise before relenting and wrapping an arm around Lucy, sinking deeper into the blankets. “Can’t deny that.”

“Mhm…” Lucy mumbled, falling asleep on top of him when he rubbed their back soothingly. Now left alone with his thoughts, Bender was getting emotional.

Being vulnerable with someone was scary. Particularly so for him since he was all too used to unintentionally pushing people away, most either not wanting to be involved with Bender’s life of crime and vice, or wanting to but being put off by the softer facets of his personality. It always felt like a losing battle. He’d put up walls, protections so he wouldn’t get hurt, shielding his true self from the world. But Lucy…they weren’t deterred by any of this. They took him as he was, as he is, not looking to change a thing about him, only wanting to love him. His processors ticked faster, Bender realizing just how damn in love he was. Gross.

Tentatively, he cradled Lucy’s head with uncharacteristic tenderness, leaning down and kissing their forehead. They held onto him tighter, bringing their legs up to tangle theirs with his. The two relaxed, falling asleep together, any responsibilities long forgotten.

#writing #bender bending rodríguez #futurama #robophilia #nsft #ao3 writer #fanfic #self ship

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superwavesmasher · 1 year ago

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Fanfic: Hurt Arm AU Kento x Cye Vibes

Note: I really don’t have a title for this one or anything. I just had the idea of what if Cye’s left arm never healed after Sarenbo tried to split up the White Armor? Soooo I ran with it and wrote some things off it.

Whump H/C..

“Cye, you HAVE to tell Sage.. like now. Not after you’re done cooking, not after dinner, not before bed and not after whatever other excuse you’re going to use.” Kento corners the youngest in the kitchen blocking him from leaving.

“Look, Ryo had a blow out tonight over his swords. I’d rather not make waves. We’re on our way to go find them. Once we do and things cool over, I’ll let Sage know.”

“Dude, you’re injured. Seriously injured. Torrent hasn’t even made a move to heal your arm. It’s been four days. You can’t use it. I watched you trying to pick up Mia’s equipment and I saw the blood on the hoodie.”

“Do you want a prize, Kento? I’m not going to make a big deal out of this. For all I know, I did it to myself.”

“You somehow injured your arm so bad that you can’t move it? Doing what?” Hardrock challenged raising an eyebrow.

“I-I don’t bloody know… look do you want dinner or not? You were just outside complaining loudly to anyone who would listen that you were so hungry you were ‘dying’. Now I’m in here ready to make you something and you’re doing this.”

He didn’t know how to tell the other that anytime he had to watch him get hurt or become upset, anything but happy that his appetite died. “I’m not hungry anymore.”

Cye looks up at him confused before sighing, “Kento, please. I don’t want to start a fight. Having Ryo explode on everyone was more than enough for one night.”

“We’re not fighting.” Kento sighs and pulls out one of the chairs from the smaller table in the kitchen, “Will you at least take a seat? You’re making me nervous.”

“Me standing up is making you nervous?”

“Look man, you can try and pretend to be ok all you want. But you’re really not. You don’t look okay at all. It doesn’t take a genius to see you’re not doing well.”

The other sits down in the chair with Kento’s help. The movement jolted his arm and he felt a wave of pain hit him without warning. He clenches his eyes shut leaning back into the chair. He hears movement before turning to see Kento had knelt down beside him.

“You’re my best friend, Cye… I can’t stand it when you’re in pain. Especially when you won’t do something about it. P-Please, let me get Sage. He can help.”

“We need to be worrying about those swords and that tiger that attacked tonight, not me.” He sighs frustrated. “I try so hard to not be a bother and yet I somehow always manage to be in the way.”

“Hey, woah, where is that coming from? You’re apart of this team as much as any of us.”

“No one else is injured, Kento. I don’t want to hold us back.” Though now that he admitted to not feeling well, it was hard to pretend again. He had spent so much energy the past few days to act normal and not worry anyone. He smiles weakly towards Kento before sighing wincing as he moves slightly. “I still need to make dinner…so if Sage is going to look at it, let’s go ahead and get it over with. J-Just please don’t do it in front of Ryo. He’s already so stressed as it is.”

“Sure, dude. I’ll go get him. Just rest.” Hardrock reached up and gently pet the red hair before gently nuzzling the other slightly. Then he stood up and walked out of the kitchen on a mission.

*~*

“You don’t think it’s strange that Cye didn’t make it out with us earlier?” Rowen asked nervously. “I’m tellin’ ya something is wrong. He was right behind me and then he disappeared.”

“I’m sure he just waited to see what was going on.” Sage attempted to argue as he sat the table. “We’ve all been run ragged and are learning how to control the white armor. It wouldn’t shock me at all if he stumbled or nearly collapsed.”

“Buddy, that’s even worse!! If that’s the case we need to.. you need to check up on him.” Rowen hisses frustrated as he puts the silverware down. “If he is hurt or not feeling well, then we just sent an injured person to go cook for us.”

“Would you stop for a second? I was waiting until Ryo left before I did anything. The last thing we need is another blow out and Cye would feel even worse if he knew he caused it.” The blonde sighs approaching the other.

They both go quiet as Kento walks out of the kitchen. “Kento?” Rowen started. “Everythin’ ok?”

“Sage, I need you and halo in the kitchen right now. He’s not doing well. He’s injured himself.. his arm.. it’s still hurt and he can’t use it… he collapsed earlier, when we ran outside a-and..”

“Ok, slow down and try again.”

“Cye. Man, he’s hurt. His arm is really badly hurt. He can’t use it anymore. It was bleeding earlier but he wouldn’t let me tell you. When were fighting that black tiger? He said he nearly passed out on the way to see us..”

“I told you something was wrong.”

Sage held his hand up for Rowen to be quiet. “Go on.”

“J-Just come in here ok? I forced him to sit down and relax a bit before he collapses on us. He said he didn’t want to be an inconvience.” Kento explains as he leads the two of them into the kitchen. “J-Just we can’t tell Ryo…”

“He’s with Mia right now looking at the map that will take us to the volcano.” Rowen says as he closes the door behind him. “Cye? Buddy, are you ok?”

They go quiet as they hear a moan of pain. The bearer of Torrent attempts to sit up but has lost the energy to pretend anymore. His body ached so badly and was so sore and tender. He was afraid to admit that he wasn’t sure if he could make dinner or not… or even make up the stairs on his own.

He feels a warm hand on his forehead and opens his eyes looking over. Sage was in his field of vision. The blonde looked very worried as he checked him over. “Cye, I’m going to use Halo. You’re going to see a green haze and you may feel the urge to sleep… that just means Halo is talking to Torrent and helping…”

No sooner than Sage finished explaining it did his vision get the green haze to it. He lifts his gaze slightly to see Rowen and Kento hovering closely. “…Ryo…?”

“Just relax. Ryo is with Mia.” Sage’s voice sounded far away as a wave of vertigo takes over. It felt like he was falling off of something but instead of hitting the ground, he hit something softer. Before he could figure out what happened, darkness took over and he passed out.

*~*

“Mia.” Rowen calls from the door of her office. “Can I speak to you for a second?”

“Hm? Of course!” She gets up walking over.

Ryo starts to join but stops when Rowen speaks, “Not right now, Ryo. It’s all good. Just Mia.”

“U-Uh sure, dude..”

He had to ignore the half hurt look in the others face and focus on what needed to happen. It felt wrong for keeping Wildfire out of the loop but with him panicking over everything, it wouldn’t help.

“Rowen? Is everything ok?” She asks worried following him into the hallway.

“Not exactly… look. Can we put off traveling until tomorrow morning?” He sighs scratching the back of his neck, “C-Cye’s injured… he’s had it since Sarenbo and we need to get it under control.”

“W-Wait what?!”

“Shh. We don’t want Ryo to know until we know what’s going on… right now, it doesn’t look like a normal battle injury. Sage can’t heal it.”

“At all?”

“He can take the pain away but that’s it. Kento carried Cye up to their room and Sage is in there doing some sort of medicated bandage. At the very least, Cye’s arm will be in a sling for the forseeable future.”

“Rowen..”

“I know. I’m scared too.” He then puts a smile on his face. “So if its okay, just let us figure things out and we can leave early AM.”

“Sure! We can leave early in the morning tomorrow.”

*~*

Cye moaned groggily as he was laid down in his bed. Instead of laying directly on the mattress, he felt a lot of pillows be moved around to where they supported his body and took the ache and tenderness away… the throbbing pain in his arm was still there.

Did he dare open his eyes? Right now he felt like he was spinning in circles on something he couldn’t stop. It felt like the bed was spinning. He let out another moan of discomfort as he tried to reach out for something to hold onto.

He felt a large hand grasp his and hold it tightly, “Easy, dude. I’m right here. Sage is going to wrap your arm in these cooling bandages… your arm is really giving off heat and we need to lower it before your fever gets any higher.”

“…f-fever…?”

“Yeah, you’ve been walking around with one for a few days – at least that’s what Sage says.” Kento explains nervously, it always left him worried when his friend was hurt and sick like this. Like he could protect him from evil, but he couldn’t fix whatever this was.

He shivered watching as Cye’s eyes opened.. instead of the usual bright green, they were dull barely focused and heavy. He forces a smile. “It’s going to be okay. Kento’s here! Sage is going to wrap ya up then help take the pain away.. we can push the beds together and you can curl up next to me tonight if you want.”

The other was quiet for a minute or so before he smiles sleepily, “I’d like t-that..”

Kento sighs relieved.

#ronin warriors #kento x cye #my fics #fanfiction #hurt arm au

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seoafin · 2 years ago

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Oh absolutely! And honestly, as much as it pains me, I think ily!mc would probably break up with megumi before he tries to break it off and he would take it SO HARD. So many things would pile up!

Things would get so busy and he’d be so tired that he’d be really short with her and keeps pushing her away until ily!mc has had enough.

I’m torn between him letting the break up happen and being like “I’m fine whatever, I won’t have to worry about their safety anymore” even though he’s so upset and thinks about it every day or immediately apologizing and feeling guilty for the next several days. and if they went the break up route ily!mc would be open to getting back together if he approached her, cause she misses him too!

and the only comfort gojo offers (if u can even call it that) is just saying something like “well the jujutsu world isnt for normal people” or “maybe u should get strong enough to where you don’t have to worry about that” and then Megumi would probably internalize it but he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about her and he would just end up spiraling. rip!mc would probably encourage him to make up with her because she believes he deserves happiness like that. He wants to be selfish and have her by his side but also he doesn’t want her too close for her own safety.

To add something a little light hearted, I think he would use his demon dogs as look outs sometimes whenever they’re out together. One time they came over and ily!mc was petting them all over while megumi was trying to act like he didn’t know where these dogs even came from.

if you're getting relationship advice out of all things from gojo you know you've fucked up 💀

irly!mc is emotionally mature enough to tell megumi that a relationship is the last thing he needs rn bc she knows megumi is hiding something from her and that it's stressing him out, and that they should break up stay friends. the thing is megumi has abandonment issues so i think irly!mc would have to be the one to gently broach the topic of a breakup bc the thought of breaking up wouldn't even occur to him until someone says something. he's just so desperate to make it work. bc he loves her. i did write her as being able to see curses so maybe she does know about megumi being a jujutsu sorcerer but he does his best to keep irly!mc separated from all that. which is getting increasingly hard considering being a jujutsu sorcerer is a large part of his life and to an extent his identity. a whole side of him he refuses to show her.

but also irly!mc wouldn't be above being just a little petty and trying to rile him up by getting him jealous. she'd be like 'no need to walk me home. a friend of mine is picking me up!' casual male name drop. or 'oh yeah he asked me out. do you think i should give him a chance?' feigning ignorance. all while megumi is secretly seething bc he knows she's popular and well liked LMAO

gojo going "if it's any consolation—" then proceeding to say the worst things Ever is so Him 😭 he's so horrible. he deserves every single relationship woe he gets from rip!mc. rip!mc would be soooo concerned though. all she wants is for megumi to be happy. he's just an extreme overthinker though help

#gojo giving anyone relationship advice? LAUGHABLE #the thing is i think he'd give good relationship advice he just would not in any way shape or form adhere to it himself 😭#gojo: have you tried talking to them? giving them space?#sir.....#i was marinating on this ask during work #AWW THE DOGS THEY'D BE WAGGING THEIR TAILS WANTING TO GET PET AND PRAISED BY MEGUMI WHILE HE'S JUST TRYING HIS HARDEST #NOT TO LOOK AT THEM #beetleus #irly

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whentherewerebicycles · 2 years ago

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good morning I slept oddly last night but at one point I woke from a bad dream and pip, burrowed under the blankets, sighed gustily and rested his head soooo so gently against my leg, instantly curing me of all fear and distress. like I get why people don’t want to let their pets sleep in bed with them but also I feel sad that they miss out on these small moments of tenderness! snuggling with a warm sleepy little animal in the middle of the night is one of life’s little joys 😭

here’s the day:

8-9:30 shower, breakfast, send reminder email about LF material, work on module

9:30-10:30 AS mtg

work on module

pick up contacts at mall & order new ones

UPS returns x 2

synthesis journaling about parenting books

reflective journaling about 2022

long walk with dogs

10 min x 2 of training with ruthie (I made a loosely structured plan for the next month to build focus/learn cues for agility… days 1-2 have been so fun she is sooo Eager to Learn!! my sweet energetic little girl!!)

hockey at 4:30

add two things to the draft doc (had a little setback and needed to give myself a day off to think but I’m ready to start moving again)

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betweenthings2 · 5 months ago

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hello!!!! i hope you are well ohmygod i’ve been meaning to send an ask for a while but my life has been so rudely busy (i’ve had like one task a day to complete💀 and have failed to complete the single daily task for more days than i’d like to admit💀). today i spent all day in bed and did nothing but nap and scroll on my phone and listen to music much to my family’s displeasure. it was meant to be healing but i fear it did the exact opposite. oh well. hopefully i’ll be more productive tomorrow but it’s not looking good right now… it’s way past my bedtime and im drinking green tea which i thought was decaf but i don’t think it is. i very famously cannot handle caffeine so good luck to me with waking up at a decent hour tomorrow. anywayssssss.

loads of crisps. yeah🩷. i live there you don’t understand a picture of a cat is my HOME. so snuggly and cute and real this has gotten me soooo hyped for the next instalment. i don’t know how to describe it but it just felt so true (???) when i was reading it. i feel like we have such a good idea of who your version of matty and george are and every time something happens to one of them im always like “why of course!!!” you paint such a picture i will never stop praising you for it. fun fact about me but i HATEEEE house animals (criminal i know but unfortunately i can’t hide it even if i try). i just can’t deal with the mess of fur and the smell and the scratched floorboards and the yucky food they eat and the greasy residue that gets left on your hands after you pet one. but since turning 21 a few months ago i have this ungodly maternal instinct towards all cats and the rare dog that enchants me. i just want a little cat so badly and then i want a second cat so no one gets lonely. and i want to name them ridiculous names like timmothee chalamet or pistachio or eras tour melbourne night 2 (these are all very real names from my notes app list. im really set on pistachio). all of this to say i really loved a picture of a cat😭😭 sorry for giving you my whole life story. but it’s your own fault the fic was so good it forced me to overshare.

(ok im proofreading and realised i didn’t even say my point about the chapter. what the hell. what i wanted to say was that i loved how it was so domestic and mostly very fluffy but there was just the perfect pinch of melancholy. i really feel like that’s your signature in these shorter forms of writing that are for the most part quite light hearted. your characterisation of fic!matty is just so compelling because you can always tell that he’s trying and working on himself but these little cracks of sadness and doubt peak through. it just makes my brain melt i love it.

also "Mm, when I was thirteen," George agrees, pulling Matty back into his arms, back against his chest. "You're still just as tall as you were when you were seventeen and," George places one hand on Matty's belly and splays his fingers, pressing gently as if to emphasize the way his fingers reach from hipbone to hipbone, "you're little." YOU ARE A GENIUS I LOVED THIS THE MOST!!!!!

one word was also really really good you have been spoiling us soooo much. i’m really enjoying these shorter works in between the masterpiece that is the big light universe. just like loads of crisps it has the perfect amount of ☹️. the maid of honour asking for demanding coke and george’s half hearted confrontation after just squeezed my heart because poor fic!matty☹️ addiction is so hard especially when it’s what people expect of you☹️

i have not been able to read five yet (or before now that i think about it) because i don’t want to make myself too sad but im going to give you and the anon that requested it a little kiss in advanced because i know it’s going it HIT once i read it. it’s such a perfect concept i yelled when i read the summary.

ok last thing maybe but the prompts have been amazing as always!!! i have the biggest soft spot for my fictional babies being called sweetheart it really pulls on the heartstrings so naturally im obsessed with the recent nightmare one🥹. the smut prompts have been insane too i can’t believe you still say you aren’t super confident in writing them. you are crazy.

i know this one wasn’t necessarily new but ive been reading the “what now🤬” prompts a bunch which is probably not a good idea because ouch. just like fic!matty (and let’s be honest irl matty) i too don’t know how to shut the fuck up💀💀💀 its debilitating for everyone but i just loveeeee to talk so they hit a bit close to home hahahahaaha. but they are so good that don’t even care that they slightly hurt my feelings.

i did have one last thing today but im going to save it for talk shop tuesday because i always miss it and it drives me crazy. so this is my promise that you will hear from me again on tuesday🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

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Hello, Matcha Anon!!! 💚💚💚

I am doing well, I spent my weekend looking at apartment buildings in the city I'm moving to in August and I'm so excited about it, but honestly, who gave life a right to be busy?? It's just rude, you're right. Sometimes you need to bed rot, though. I fully support that. Also, Productivity is not everything in life. Sometimes you just need to vibe. If it makes you feel better, though, it's 8:00 pm for me and I'm drinking an energy drink, so you're in good(?) company for late-in-the-day caffeine =)

I'm so glad you liked the first chapter of Loads of Crips--thank you so much!! The next chapter is in the works. I'm not sure when it will be up, but it's one of my open documents right now. I'm thrilled the characterizations feel real or true to you. As I continue to say, I really don't know what I'm doing, so it's really nice to hear that what I'm doing works.

Honestly, I don't blame you for feeling like that about inside pets. I love my inside dog and she has good manners, but I do get kind of tired of dog hair on things at a certain point. I'm just too soft to have firm boundaries because she looks at me with big, sad puppy dog eyes and I go, yeah, you can have whatever you want. I love the idea of a cat, but I'm allergic and I'm not cleaning a litter box. I'm simply not, but I do think Pistachio is a great cat name. I have a barn cat named Mickey. She just kind of showed up one day and now she lives in my barn.

I'm trying really hard to be able to write fluff when I work on shorter things, especially in relation to my bigger and more angsty projects and it doesn't always work out for me, but I am trying. So is fictional!Matty. He's doing his best. It's really interesting that you see something in my writing as a kind of signature. I'm not at all surprised and I'm very touched that you've paid enough attention to what I write to pick something out, so thank you!!

Genius?? Really? I love it, thank you for that, too!! The self-titled/ I like it when you sleep... Matty/George size difference in insane and I can't help but touch on it when I write something in that era, and fictional!Matty (and real Matty, let's be honest) is absolutely the type to remind fictional!George he was taller once upon a time. He doesn't care that it was ten years ago, he was taller once.

I'm thrilled you liked One Word! I wasn't too sure about it, especially when it comes to my timing. I do feel like I need to clarify, I had the idea before any engagements were announced. It wasn't supposed to be quite as angsty as it was--it was supposed to end with smut and be a little bit higher energy, if that makes sense, but fictional!Matty was too busy feeling sorry for himself. Poor fictional!George knew exactly what was going on, he just didn't want to believe it, and poor fictional!Matty was, again, doing his best. He doesn't want to lie to fictional!George, but he's also thinking like an addict and if his own family (not to say that family is everything or that you're bound to the people you're genetically related to forever) writes him off as an addict and nothing more, how can he find the support to ever do better? Not to mention that he's doing exactly what everyone thinks. Poor fictional!Matty. He really doesn't win much in this fic.

And Five.! I actually haven't thought to much about this fic lately, but I will say that it's really kind of very sad, and made more so by its relation to Learning How to Lose a Thing I Never Laid a Hand On. I look forward to hearing what you think of it, if you chose to share, though! I have, however, been thinking about fleshing the series out with some one-shots between the two things that are up right now. There will probably be a poll about that eventually.

I'm also thrilled that you've liked the prompts I've posted recently! I had fictional!George call fictional!Matty 'sweetheart' once and now it's going to be a staple in all my fics. It's such a sweet and soft pet name. I love it so much, especially in smut. My big hang up with smut prompts is that I worry I get redundant, but I'm glad you've liked them! I have a bunch of prompt lists I want to reblog and I'm trying to work through what's in my inbox, so there will probably be more prompts soon =)

I think you're in good(?) company in terms of not being able to shut up, because I will talk forever if someone lets me, too. My poor roommate used to come home and just be accosted by me and all the thoughts I was thinking. I wasn't always like that, but I have many, many ideas that I need to do something with and that's part of why I write. Fictional!M+G get a lot of my traits projected onto them, and this was no exception, even if there was real life inspiration, too.

I look forward to hearing from you on Tuesday!! You did prompt me to schedule the Talk Shop Tuesday post to be reblogged, so thank you for that! I almost forgot this week and we can't have that =)

#asks #betweenthings talks #loads of crisps #one word #matcha anon

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