#i’m petting them all soooo gently

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ari!!! i have these silly ass cat stickers that kind of reminded me of you ^ ^ that's all! 🌖

WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

OHHHHHH 🌖 ANON YOU’RE THE SWEETEST YOU’RE THE CUTEST YOU’RE THE KINDEST!!!!!!! i’m HONOURED to be compared to the silly kitty stickers in any capacity……… they’re soso cute :(((( I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY REMINDED YOU OF MEEE i’m melting a little bit…. sniffle…….. tyvm…………

sadly i don’t have any kitty stickers to share but :’3 i DO have this picture of a very meowmeow sugu plushie that i stole from kairo. it reminds me of your icon!!!!! he’s so cuteee every time i see you in my notifs i’m like :33 sugu !!!! it’s sugu!!!!! i appreciate you very much <333333

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

everything abt ur work is so so soooo good!!! do u think if u have the time u could write smth abt chan making the reader squirt? hehe n ofc w the daddy kink too

anyways i love u have a great day!!

does it feel like a big one?

pairing: daddy!chan x princess!reader

genre: smut

word count: 2ss and ~1k words

warnings: daddy kink, pet names, squirting, fingering, toys, praise, edging, i changed the word ‘potty’ to ‘pee’ since some of yall can’t handle the word ‘potty’ im tired of being attacked for it

an: god i’m so fucking feral. idek if this is any good. i wrote it in a needy haze, i blacked out. idk what happened. anon, thanks for your request. loving you. ♡

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and that’s how you ended up here.

it had started off slow, your gentle daddy rubbing his hands against your skin, his fingertips ghosting over every inch of your naked body. he teased a little. his fingers would glide over your mound but only for a second, before they were traveling back up your tummy. he would circle his fingers around your bare nipples, squeezing your breasts softly in his palms.

he kissed your lips, smiling against them, before kissing down to your chest. his kisses feather light as he moved farther down. you thought he may put his mouth on your most sensitive area. you hoped he would. but it was just more faint kisses. more teasing.

“why are you so squirmy, baby? huh?”

you couldn’t keep your legs still, couldn’t keep your hips still. your body was in search of him. in need of him. you whined.

“nuh uh. no whining, remember?” he gently scolded. “daddy is just getting started.”

he spread your legs and knelt on the mattress between them. you were fully open for him and you were wet. he could see it, and you could feel it. the air in the room feeling suddenly cold on your sensitive lips.

he ran his fingertips along your thighs, up between your legs, ghosting over your damp sex, until he finally touched you. a real touch. with his index finger, he rubbed soft circles against your clit. he watched as your body reacted, your legs trying to clamp shut around his arm, but he held them in place.

“so sensitive, princess.” he breathed. “that’s good. that’s what we want for this.”

his fingers traveled down and dipped ever so slightly in your pool of arousal, but he didn’t penetrate. the feeling still sent shivers over your whole body.

“you are so beautiful.” he said, leaning down to kiss your tummy. he couldn’t help himself. he wanted to kiss you all over. wanted to shove his tongue inside you. but he had to wait. he had to be patient.

he leaned over you and grabbed the toy off the nightstand. it was just a little vibrating wand. you hummed in anticipation. “mm your eyes got wide at this, baby.” he said, clicking the device on, a quiet buzzing filling your ears. “you want this?”

you nodded, frantically. but that wasn’t enough. “words baby.”

“please, daddy. i want it. please.”

your begging went straight to his cock. your high pitched, watery pleas for him to give you what you want made him ache.

he pressed the toy against you clit for a second before pulling it away. your body convulsed. he pressed it to you again, only for a second. he did this a few times before finally leaving it against you, letting it do its work. it didn’t take long for you to reach the edge.

“don’t you dare cum, baby.” he warned. “you tell daddy when you’re close.”

“i’m close! i’m close!” you immediately yelled. and he pulled his hand away. he gave you a moment to relax, running the vibrator up your tummy and around your nipples before eventually bringing it back to your puffy little clit.

he held it there again, and after a minute or two, you were warning him again of your impending orgasm. he brought you to the edge 3 or 4 times before he slowly slipped his fingers inside your drippy hole.

you babbled incoherently as he slid 2 fingers inside you, curling them up to touch your favorite spot. “i think you’re ready, princess.”

his fingers felt so good, you were finally getting some stimulation. your body was so on edge. you felt so.. full. but not in the way you were used to. you felt full in a way that needed release. he started to slide his fingers in and out, gradually getting faster. he brought the vibrator back to your clit as he continued to finger you.

“oh my god..” you whined. “fuck..”

“careful with your language baby.” he warned. “it just feels so good, huh?”

you nodded, your fists gripping the sheets, your eyes squeezed shut as your head turned back and forth. he could feel you clamping down on his fingers, making it hard for him to move them.

“are you gonna cum baby?” he asked. “does it feel like a big one?”

“mhm.” you said. “it.. it feels like i need to pee.”

“that’s okay, angel. you just relax and let it go, okay? can you do that for me?” his fingers pumped in and out of you, your clit was almost numb from the constant vibration, and wet squelching sounds filled the room. “you can do it baby. cum for daddy.”

as you started to moan louder and louder, your body shaking, liquid started to pool around his fingers. he pulled them out quickly, leaving the vibrator on your clit. your release squirted out, coating the bed and his chest and arms in creamy little droplets.

“fuck.” he panted. “there you go, baby. good girl.”

it came in waves as your orgasm crashed over you. as your body convulsed, more would squirt out until you were empty. your body went limp. he turned the vibrator off, gently leaning down to kiss your skin, anywhere he could reach. your tummy, your chest, your neck, your jaw.

“are you doin okay, little one?” he asked.

you nodded, trying to catch your breath.

“you did it.” he said, kissing your temple. “daddy’s so proud of you. i knew you could do it. and it was so hot, baby.”

your eyes fluttered open, and you turned your head to face him. “really?”

his plush lips met yours. “yes really. you’re so sexy, baby. so perfect.”

“mm” you hummed, rubbing your nose against his. “love you, daddy.”

“i love you, princess.” he rutted into you, his clothed cock rubbing against your thigh. “you gonna let daddy use you now?” he asked. “i’ll be quick. let me fill you up, baby.”

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i’m obviously not a squirt expert lol this is just from my experience.

♡ pls reblog if you liked it! it truly helps a lot and makes me smile :) ♡

©hyunjins-orange-slice-too i do not give permission for this work or any of my work to be translated, copied, or reposted.

[sevikaswifefr]

GOOD PIECE OF MEAT

pairing: sevika x female reader

warnings: men.

A/N: soooo…. hey guys. i’m back-ish. i won’t be updating like regularly but i will give you guys the odd one shot. since the trailer of arcane has come out i decided to start redoing arcane oneshots so feel free to request some, i may not be able to do heaps of requests but i will do a few. sorry for abandoning you guys for so long btw i just lost my love for writing for a bit but it coming back now so yay. anyway i love sevika with my whole heart and LEMME KNOW WHAT U THINK OF THE ARCANE TRAILER IN THE COMMENTS PLEASE. i need people to talk about this with. i missed you all :))

I was freezing to say the least. The cold streets of Zaun were no place for me right now, not at this time of night, especially when I had left my jacket back at my apartment. And so I head quickly to the Last Drop making sure to stay away from the shadowy corners and avoid the lingering looks of the strangers within the musky alleys.

Finally, the dimly lit bar comes into view. Music and shouts echo outside the entrance as I walk towards it, excited to finally see the person I had been missing all day.

“Name and business?” The bouncer extends a hand out stopping me from reaching the front door, his expression lacking any sort of emotion. I hadn’t seen him before, no doubt new to this job and so blissfully unaware of who I am. “I’m here to see my girlfriend.” I frown still shivering in the outside air. “Who?” The bouncer replies crossing his arms and raising one caterpillar looking eyebrow.

“Sevika.”

Instantly his stature changes. Eyes widen in shock and his stance becomes a lot more hospitable. “Welcome to the Last Drop. You’re looking ravishing tonight.” He smiles almost too kindly and opens the door ushering me inside.

The bar smells of alcohol and sweat, nothing I hadn’t smelt before but still, not necessarily pleasant. Ignoring the scent in the air I scan the crowd till I find my girlfriend who sits with an accomplished smirk on her lips. Surrounded by four other men, she plays cards obviously winning as the others sit sullen faced or groaning in defeat.

Pushing through the sea of people I make my way over, Sevikas eyes meeting mine as I reach the table. “Hi baby.” I smile happy to finally see my girlfriend after a long day at work.

She grins throwing her cards face up onto the table eliciting groans from the other four members although her eyes stay locked on me.

“Hi princess, did you have a good day?” She reaches for my hand with her flesh one gently tugging me onto her lap and pressing a kiss to the side of my head as I face the rest of the table.

“Yeah, it was ok.” I reply looking up at her with a small smile. “I missed you though.” I whisper leaning back into her chest. Sevikas grip on my waist tightens as her thumb traces small circles around my hip bone. “Missed you too.” She grunts.

Turning my attention back to the other four at the table I can’t help but let out a small chuckle at their gobsmacked faces.

It wasn’t often I came to the Last Drop, but when I did I always gathered the same reaction. People were astonished at how I somehow had gathered the most feared women in Zauns affection. Her softness towards me especially in public made everyone turn to stare.

“So Miss Muscle Woman has herself a little pet.” One man scoffs his eyes lingering on me. I can feel Sevika tense under my body as he eyes me up again. “Well you picked good Sev, she’s a pretty one alright.” He chuckles again, looking at his mates for back up only for them to shake their heads in fear.

Both Sevikas metal hand and flesh hand softly grip my waist as she lifts me off her lap and onto the chair beside her. The bar goes silent, each and every individual looking over as Sevika stands up to her daunting six foot height in complete silence and slowly stalks round the table to stand in front of the man.

He quickly realises his mistake and holds up his hands in defence as he scurries backwards, falling from his chair. “I-I’m just saying Sev, she’s a very good looking piece of meat you know? Go-Good for you and all. I don’t want her myself but-”

It all happens rather fast. Sevika’s cape is flung off her shoulder and before I can blink the man is cut off, lifted from the ground by his throat. “Apologise to her.” She snarls menacingly as he kicks and wheezes, hands pawing at the metal that slowly carved into his neck. “Now.” Sevika barks tightening her hold causing his eyes to widen as his air way is cut off. The man manages to let out a weak sorry aimed in my direction before he’s dropped to the floor. His breath comes back all at once as he inhales deeply, clutching weakly at his throat.

“Say another word about my girl ever again and I wont make the same mistake of letting you live. Do I make myself clear?” She leans in close to the man holding the front of his shirt as she snarls at him. He nods frantically a few tears rolling down his face and onto the already purple bruise forming on his neck.

Letting his shirt go Sevika goes to stand up again before swinging her flesh fist at his face causing him to go flying backwards, blood splattering against the chair he once sat in.

“And don’t let me catch you in here again.” She shouts after him as he turns on his heel and hobbles out the bar. She smirks satisfied before turning to the rest of the onlookers. “Anyone else got something to say?” She asks, her voice low and dangerous almost daring someone to talk. Immediately everyone goes back to the previous activities trying not to bring attention to themselves.

I breathe out a sigh of relief as Sevika finally turns back to me, her flesh hand coming to land on my cheek stroking it softly as a small frown is etched on her head.

“Are you ok princess?” She asks softly. I nod. “I am now.” I smile and press a kiss to her palm. “Can we go home please ? That made me even more tired.” I ask.

Sevika nods instantly getting her cloak off the floor and reaching for my hand as we walk out the door and into the streets.

Shivering once again I move closer to my girlfriend who chuckles as I cling to her arm. “Here.” She wraps her cloak around my shoulders and presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“I’m not gonna let anything hurt you princess. Not even the cold. Not while I’m around.”

[goldfades]

Paige 100% sends those pictures of two inanimate object and goes “us if we were___”

Like two soap bottles touching tips “us if we were soap”

Paige def just scrolls through your phone gallery, looking at your pictures. Staring fondly and going “my wife’s so pretty.” and “Why didn’t you send me this????” (I just thought of a whole fic on this idea oml i’m getting Hot)

Anytime you send a photo to Paige honestly, she’s going off on Imessage just hyping you up.

OMG THEY HAVE A SHARED PHOTO ALBUM. BUT BUT BUT it’s not just photos of themselves, it’s also like “I saw this and was thought of you.” Photos like OSXBUDHANA

Loves listening to you talk so she brings up things she knows you love talking about.

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Also that motherfucker definitely makes the manager mad on purpose cuz she thinks it’s cute when the managers angry. (The manager being furious is a whole different situation.) And it doesn’t help that Paige is taller.

Manager will just be ranting at paige whilst paige is just smiling the whole time.

The manager notices and goes “and you’re just smiling like shits funny, ain’t nothin funny-“ “you’re just so cute princess”

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that shut her up real quick

“Paige’s get the fuck outta my office.” but like she’s all flustered and Paige can tell

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I think you touched on this, but when they get together and yk, have to keep it on the low for a multitude of reasons.

One one hand it sucks cuz yk, Paige can’t brag like she wants to yet. But on the other hand Paige is a cocky little shit and will take the opportunity to be handsy and flirty (to a certain degree) knowing that the girls aren’t gonna think too much of it cuz paige has always been like that, But Paige and the manager both know there’s more reason to it now.

BUT NEVER FRETE our manager can play the same game Paige, don’t start stuff you can’t finish. Then it lowkey become just a personal game for them of who could fluster the other more without the team getting suspicious.

Contrary to popular belief I think the Manager and Paige made a bet on how long with would take the team to figure out they were together. So they didn’t tell them outright, but just went along letting them figure it out themselves.

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I also feel like people started noticing the dynamic change. Like don’t get me wrong the managers job comes first so Paige isn’t getting any extreme special treatment, but the girls and fans start noticing the managers tone switch when she’s talking to Paige.

Her tone just gets a bit softer and more gentle.

Like there’s this clip of manager talking to Caroline normally, then Paige calls her and manager turns and goes “yes baby?” so softly AND LIKE the “baby” isn’t what gets people cuz again, manager calls everyone by pet names. It’s HOW quickly her tone changes as soon as she started talking to Paige.

And we already know Paige’s eye contact game goes crazy and she has a STARRING PROBLEM, if I had a nickel for how many times Paige was caught staring at the manager I would be buying everyone on this blog canes oml.

Manager doesn’t really strike me as a person who shies away from eye contact most of the time, which is evident cuz there’s clips of them just starting at each other and you can FEEL THE TENSION.

But when manager does shy away from it, Paige either grabs her chin and turns her face back to her, or if she can’t Paige moves her head to try and stay in the managers eye sight.

Or let’s say Paige is talking and manager gets distracted by something. Paige is grabbing her cheeks gently with both hands, saying “Hey, I’m right here pretty girl.” while gently rubbing her cheeks with her thumbs, then drops her hands from her face and just goes back to talking.

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(girl request that fic idea i wanna hear it now) THIS ENTIRE ASK IS GOLD I AM PUTTING IT IN THE MASTERLIST ASAPPPPP!!!!!

the shared photo album is soooo real!!!!! and paige is the one who puts the most pictures cus baby girl is a sentimental person she wants to take pics of EVERYTHING!

i feel like paige wants to think she's the winner every time yall play that "who can make the other flustered without the team noticing" game but honestly, why is the manager lowkey a rizzler????? likeeeeeee paige would pretend not to blush but its super obvious

AND THE TONE CHANGE IS SOOOO SO REAL, ur so right!!!!!! and its kinda obvious but the girls don't wanna say anything yet but they'll def tease them.

the whole eye contact thing made me melttttt goodnight!!!!

[giveafike]

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.

[qu0kkarambles]

Baby I miss you

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

1.4K words

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.

[candlelitvamp]

the dom!junhan agenda is stronger than ever 🙂‍↕️ imagine him giving you an intense orgasm by fingering you before bed cause you’ve had a rough day and he wants you to fall asleep peacefully. he’s laying next to you in the dark, smirking and teasing you how all you need to feel better is getting your pussy fucked 🫠

oh my GODDD this one got me thinking. clearly, since this is way longer than i intended lmao. dinna ur brain is so big but also somehow we share a brain cell i think. as you know i am a HUGE supporter of this agenda soooo….

tags: MDNI; smut; junhanxreader; dom!junhan; fingering; Light degradation; some fluff at the end; no gendered terms/pronouns but reader was afab; severe overuse of commas

“shh, shhhh… just relax, sweetheart” he said, the hand wrapped around your torso coming up to cradle your face, thumb gently stroking your cheek as his fingers continued to move inside you.

it had been a bad day. like, a REALLY bad day. the kind of bad day that made you want to just crawl into bed and hide there. which is exactly what you’d done as soon as you got home. your boyfriend was sympathetic, and although he insisted you get back up to at least eat some dinner and change into pajamas, hyeongjun was happy to let you to to bed early. except, after over an hour, you were still awake; bothered by thoughts of all that had gone wrong that day and the potential consequences you’d have to deal with tomorrow. so you’d come back into the living room and collapsed onto the couch next to (and into) hyeongjun, grumbling about how you couldn’t sleep. at first, he murmured his apologies, petting your hair and trying to think of what to do to help his beloved. then, he turned your face to look at him, a mischievous glint in his quickly darkening eyes. “i have an idea of how to get you to sleep.”

which had led you here, lying on your side with your back to his chest, one of his hands cradling you close while the other was shoved into your pajama bottoms. hyeongjun had wasted little time, wanting to help you sleep as soon as possible (or so he’d said). he’d started by teasing your clit. first over your panties, then under them, middle and ring finger alternating pressure left and right before moving in tight circles. he could’ve done it for hours, spurred on by your soft moans and whimpers, but that wasn’t the point of the moment.

when he’d shifted his fingers downward to tease your hole, he’d been surprised to find you soaking wet already. hyeongjun couldn’t help but chuckle in your ear. “you really fuckin’ love my fingers, don’t you baby?” he said, slipping both in with little resistance. you let out a slightly embarrassed whine at his comment, but it was quickly cut off by a gasp as his fingers curled inside you, searching for your g-spot. “aw come on sweetheart, don’t be like that. i think it’s cute.” he murmured into your ear between kisses against your neck. “besides, it just makes it easier for me to make you feel good. and you know i love doing that.” at that moment, as if to prove his point, he found the spot he’d been searching for, rubbing against it with precision. “there we go, just relax baby. take deep breaths. you work so hard, just let me spoil you a little, alright?”

he continued to move his fingers, crooking them against that most sensitive spot inside you in a way that had you panting heavily and gripping his arm that was around you. your moans began rising in pitch, signaling to your boyfriend that you were quickly approaching your orgasm. “jjun” you whined “i-i can’t, i’m gonna-” “sshhhh it’s okay darling, i know. you’re doing so good, being such a good little slut for me. just relax and breathe through it, i’ve got you.” with that, he shifted his hand so his palm rubbed against your clit as he continued to move, sending you powerfully over the edge. he worked you through it, slowing down as your body settled into aftershocks, and stopping when you whined with over-sensitivity.

hyeongjun pulled his hand out of your bottoms, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean. when your breathing finally slowed and you turned to cuddle into his chest, he whispered to you “think you can sleep now?” “yes. definitely.” you replied. he smiled a bit at this, murmuring to you about how “i knew all you needed to feel better and fall asleep was to get your little pussy fucked.” usually, you would’ve lightly smacked his chest for a teasing comment like that, but in the moment you were too far gone, already being pulled rapidly into sleep. when he was sure you were truly out, breathing slow and body still, he leaned down to gently kiss your forehead. “sweet dreams, baby. i love you.”

(a/n: this is my first like. actually written out fic so i hope y’all liked it! pls forgive any spelling/grammar mistakes, english is my first language but i am stupid and this is p much unedited lmao. feel free to send me an ask for more like this 👀 i hope u have a good day/night depending on when you read this 🥰)

[milliesfishes]

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.

[gay-wh0re-slut]

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.

[sturniolobsessed]

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

[battlemaiden13]

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

[musicallisto]

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 &lt;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 &lt;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

[superwavesmasher]

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.

[seoafin]

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

[william-t-sickofyourshit]

William actually got into the movie Sebastian picked, so he thoroughly enjoyed himself. He munched on the cookies, watched a cool movie, cats were purring as they napped around them, and - most importantly - Sebastian was being a sweet big cat himself, napping against William’s chest. That was, most literally, the perfect evening. Everything he loved was here - Sebastian, cats, and sweets. 

William casually was running his hand through Sebastian’s hair, petting him gently, while his eyes were glued to the TV. He leaned in a little, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead. Sebastian then shifted a little, blinking his eyes for a moment, trying to focus on the movie again, but he quickly dozed off again. Cute. William didn’t mind at all. 

Even after the movie ended, the credits rolled, and the streaming service randomly picked the next one to play, William didn’t move. He didn’t want this evening to end, because he missed his beloved soooo much, and he knew that he had to go to work tomorrow and be away from Seb once again…

But, alas, work tomorrow meant that he needs to actually go to sleep at a decent time. So halfway through the second movie, William turned off the TV, and nudged Sebastian gently into consciousness. “Babe? I think we should go shower and go to bed. I’m getting sleepy.” 

For I have sinned...

The principal cleared his throat, eyes scanning the notes that he had wrote down before this meeting. It already lasted an hour, and the teachers gathered in the faculty room were becoming restless and bored. But indeed there were some things to discuss, with the concert that the senior class was supposed to perform at the end of the semester, and with recent staff changes. 

William glanced down at his watch, sighing softly. His class was starting in 15 minutes, so at least, whether the meeting will be done soon or not, he will get to excuse himself. He looked out of the window, his mind wandering. Principal’s voice turned into white noise in the background. It was a pleasant day, late summer. But William was looking forward to a slightly cooler weather. Wearing all black could really be bothersome at times. 

“And lastly, I am pleased to announce that we have finally found replacement for the violin teacher. Dear Mr Tanaka, may he rest in peace, was with us for so many years that I’ve been concerned we won’t be able to find someone as good as to fill this position.” the principal spoke. “But Mr… Michaelis, was highly recommended to me, and he indeed has impressive references. He will be starting this week, so please welcome him warmly once he will arrive. Ah yes… about that. He will arrive today at noon, I need someone to pick him up from the train station and bring over for the tour around the school. Any volunteers?” 

William was barely listening, and definitely not paying much attention. He glanced at his watch again, and saw that it was time to leave, as his class was about to start. He raised his hand to excuse himself, and little did he know, he just volunteered.

“Father William! Excellent!” the principal exclaimed. “Just don’t be late, the train arrives at noon.”

“Train…?” William questioned, raising his brow. He had a feeling he was missing something…

***

Right after the meeting, William had to run for the class, so he had little time to clarify what exactly he had volunteered for. He was a piano teacher in this Music Academy, but also he served as a priest in local church. Well respected, and rather liked. So when he later found out it was about the new violin teacher, he didn’t refuse. Who, other than himself, would be a better choice to introduce a newcome to their community?

So even though he raised his hand by accident, he accepted this fate.

After classes, at noon, William took a taxi and drove to the train station, to pick up their new teacher. Wearing black trousers, and a black shirt with a thin tie, was absolutely dreadful in this weather, so William quickly found shelter under the roof of the station platform, that provided some shade.

The train had just arrived. William had no idea how Mr Michaelis looked like, but he figured he will just look for someone carrying a violin case with them. 

He was in for a bit surprise.

@crazyvik97

[betweenthings2]

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 =)