Hi, everyone! I'm back after some months of struggling with life ( but I'm much better now ). Thank you all for all the messages you've sent me during my absence, I promise I'll reply to all of them as soon as I can. Having said that, I'mma take requests for drabbles with prompts under the cut or with any prompt of your own!
Rules are simple ( please, read them ).
Only one request per blog.
If I don't feel comfortable or capable to write a request, I won't.
The writings will contain less than 600 words unless the idea inspires me to write it longer.
Don't push me with times. It can take me one day or one week. I'm getting used to being back and making all my hobbies fit with my new routine.
Don't ask directly for smut. You can add it to your request and I'll decide if I write it or not.
Always be kind, starting your request with a hello and finishing with a thank you. Don't forget there's a real person behind the screen.
** if you also like Lee Bodecker, I'm taking requests for him on my other blog @everyhowlmarksthedead.
PROMPTS:
“I’ve been excited to see you all day.”
“Give us a chance. One chance”.
“I just wanted to hear your voice”.
“Nightmares again?”
“Was I really that drunk?”
“Put some clothes on, for the love of God”.
“No one has to know about us, I know this could ruin you”.
Imma repeat later the requests' call with a list of prompts and headcanons. I love the ideas you're sending me but they're all for more than 600 words and I ain't ready yet to write something longer than drabbles. Even so, I'll keep them to write them one day.
May I please request a Juice Ortiz Image where the R gets hurt (you can decide how) and Juice has to take care of her and he’s literally so protective of her and it’s just fluff 🥺 thank you sm honey!!
Hi, anon! I'm glad to be back too, let's see how much time I can last this time lmao
I love your idea! I'll get it ready soon. Thank you for requesting ❤
First of all, I'd like to say that I'm sorry for disappearing without prior notice. I've been through one of the hardest times of my life. Since November I've been falling into a hole. As many of you already know, I've been suffering from depression since a very young age and it seems like in May I hit rock bottom. I also stopped talking to my most close friends and family. I wasn't able to see the light and I used to have very bad thoughts.
Almost two months ago I started to cry for no reason in front of my mother, who was really worried because she wasn't aware of what was really happening inside my mind. I went to a therapist and I got meds to help me with my situation. Of course, they didn't help so I had to do the hugest effort I've ever done and I talked with my parents about what was going on. We were talking for almost five hours non-stop, and they thought they could try to pay a private therapist even if it's very expensive, but I knew that talking about my struggles with life wouldn't help at all. My mother remembered how happy I used to be when I used to go to the gym, so she paid for membership during the last month to see if it works.
And it's working. Going to the gym, having a routine, and working on discipline have helped me more than anything. Now I have a sleeping schedule, I'm socializing again and I've made new friends. Arya has helped me too, of course, more than I can explain.
Now, I'm feeling better than ever before and I can't even believe it sometimes.
That's the reason why I disappeared from everybody's life, and I'm really sorry for my friends here and any person who has messaged me worried about my situation and about why I wasn't here. I'm grateful for every one of you from the bottom of my heart. You can't imagine how much.
Once I said that I'm ready to be back here. To try to write something and to interact with all of you. Even so, in case I disappear again ( because of work ) you can follow me on Instagram ( @mariaxmtnz ) and message me there.
Maybe tomorrow I'll open requests for drabbles. And, by the way, I'm sorry for all the requests you sent me months ago and the ones I never posted / written.
Again, thank you for all your messages. I love you ❤
Benny content?? Benny x Frankie content?? Benny x reader x Frankie content??
There is not enough of any of these out there in the world.
Sign me up.
—LTB
Hello, @ladytrashbird! Lovely to see you in my inbox today!! 🥰🥰
You’re not kidding about Franke x Benny and Franke x Reader x Benny stuff being few and far between, which is a shame since they’re such a fun pairing!!
I assume you’re here ‘cause you saw that I’m writing a FxRxB blanket fic (prev posts in case you missed them: part 1, part 2, and part 3), though it will probably be a while before it sees the light of day.
In the meantime, here’s some other Benny stuff I’m aware of....
First of all, be sure to check out the lady’s own The Price of Souls, a haunted!TF fic (which I hear may have a hint of Benny x Molly), that’s creepy but so, so good!!
Frankie x Reader x Benny:
Messy Pile of Affection by @flightlessangelwings (ao3)
Baby, how do you sleep when you lie to me? by @everyhowlmarksthedead
...and one Frankie x Reader & friend!Benny fic currently in progress:
More Than Words by @foli-vora
Frankie x Benny:
fishben art by @littledozerdraws (here & here)
this tiny thot by @alwaysbethewest (check her tags ; )
Other Benny x reader:
(You know, I used to have a couple fav Benny fics, but sadly it seems like they’ve moved or been deleted. But here’s some other places you could look...)
Ben Miller x Reader tag on ao3 (all of 16 fics right now)
@autumnleaves1991-blog both writes and recs a lot of Benny stuff under her Benny Miller x Reader tag
...feel free to comment here or msg me if you have other fic recs for Frankie & Benny and I’ll add them here. <3
request by anon. Hi Aurora!! Here’s the request for benny - maybe he finds out his s/o was an assassin or hitman before they were together, and maybe she gets pulled into another job because someone she cared for in that old life/job was killed? Thank you in advance 💛
words. about 1k.
warnings, tags. none.
a / n. sorry for taking too long to post it. none of my writings contains reader's body descriptions to be inclusive. if you find something out of place, please send me a message and i'll change it.
Your hands are still trembling after hanging up the call. You can't believe he's dead. Danny was your partner for more than five years. You've been together in Japan, Italy, England, France and a lot of other countries around the world hunting big rats. And now, he's dead. Someone hunted him as if he was another of those rats. When you met Benny, you promised to leave that life away. You started from scratch. Three years have passed and you're a new woman with a recognized job forming soldier for the army, working toe-to-toe with your brother-in-law. But you need to avenge him. There's no one else who can do this job more than you.
With fresh tears on your cheeks and your crystal eyes, you have to focus to grab a backpack and keep inside all your equipment. Flak jacket, night vision goggles, camouflage clothes, daggers, and your inseparable gun. A golden Colt with ornaments around the barrel. A gift from Danny when you promoted and Mister Diare put you by his side. These bullets will be the ones who kill that motherfucker. You have all the information you need. His social circle, the places he runs, the location of his house, even the kindergarten where his four-year-old little girl assists.
You are too concentrated picking up your stuff that you haven't heard the door of your garage being opened, nor the feet coming closer towards you. But as soon as you feel a hand on your arm, you turn at the speed of the lights with your gun at the height of your eyes. Ben takes a step back with both hands raised, trying to keep calm. He looks confused, traveling his blue orbs to the bag behind you and its content.
“What are you doin'?” Your boyfriend asks in a breathing, watching you pull down the weapon.
“I have to go”. You just reply, leaving the gun over the table to continue with your task.
“To where? Everything okay? Why are you crying?”
This is just the start of an interrogatory, where he asks but you don't reply. He notices the lack of air coming to your lungs, needing to stop you somehow. He has seen you waking up from nightmares —sweating, anxious, panicking—, but this is different. This is far away from being one of those daydreams he has had sometimes, forgetting for a moment he is at home. Safe and sound from war. Benny doesn't doubt wrapping your middle back and your chest with both of his arms. You are strong, but he is stronger. His strength is what pays half of the bills. The surprise invades him when you don't fight against his tight embrace. You just fall into pieces, quietly, sobbing, closing your eyelids but letting the tears fall down your burning cheeks.
“(Y/N), it's okay… Please, breathe”. Benny whispers into your left ear, placing after a kiss on your temple. “Talk to me… tell me what's going on. Lemme help you, please, baby”.
You can't. You want to tell him about your partner. But, how he'd react to knowing his fiancé was a mercenary? It's not something that pops up while you're making breakfast, saying do you know I used to kill people without caring shit about them just for money? You don't want him to hate you. And yes, you could simply say that someone close has died and you have to attend the funeral, but he'd insist on coming with you. Be your anchor.
“I can't”. You whisper in tears, pushing him away to pack your stuff left before wearing your jacket.
You pass him away, straight to outdoors to step in your car and leave your home. Leave your present life for a man who saved you from the past one. A man who treated you like his daughter, like the most precious thing of his existence. Stretching your hand to your SUV to unlock it with the control remote, you stop dead. Will is there. By his sides, Frankie, Santi, and Tom. They are all wearing black clothes, military boots, and serious gestures on their faces. Backpacks at their feet. You haven't noticed your boyfriend, looking just like them, until he reaches you outside.
Turning at him, disconcerted as hell while cleaning your tears, you are trying to figure out what they're doing on your porch. Ready for whatever.
“I know”. He just says before taking a place by his brother's left.
“When you appeared in our lives, I investigated you”. Santiago confesses, making your heart stop for a second. “You came from nowhere, with really… good skills and that pretty innocent face. Something was off”.
“This morning I received a call. Daniel Romson was killed last night in Texas. Payback, they called it”. Will speaks then, taking a step closer towards you, letting them talk without interrupting. “And now, you want your own revenge”.
“You don't unders—”. You try to say.
“Yeah, we do”. Frankie utters crossing his arms on his chest, behind his friend.
“We all have been in a war, isn't that right?” Tom assures, raising his chest in a brief move.
“If you think, you're gonna go alone… You're really wrong, darling”. Will give voice to the decision they've made without consulting you.
“We are a team”. Your boyfriend faces you without doubting, holding your hand to gently squeeze it. “If they fuck up with you, they fuck up with us”.
“Yeah, baby, let us play too”. His brother chuckles, nudging you, trying to make the tension around disappear.
You can't help but show them a soft fleeting smile, nodding your head in silence. You can't believe Benny has known it all the time and he has never said absolutely anything. And, not only that. Now, he's going to accompany you —bringing his family— to complete your last job.
feedback is appreciated and needed. please, don't forget to leave a comment and reblog to reach more people.
again, thank you so much for all the love and the support you give me and my writings every day. this blog, this winter's family, wouldn't be anything without any of you. i love you all with all my heart, soul, and mind. to celebrate it you're gonna have 15 filthy days, with different kinks, situations and prompts you will pick.
RULES / INFO
if you don't read them, i won't take your request. it's simple.
anons can't send requests, only blogs. i think this is normal since i'm celebrating a followers milestone.
only one request per blog.
you can maximum choose two options: for example, one kink and one situation, or one prompt and one place (...)
they will be drabbles with less than 600 words. unless i feel inspired and motivated with a request in concrete.
feedback is necessary. if you send a request, reblog it when it is posted.
stay hydrated and don't forget that I love you.
KINKS
Choking
Gagging / Deep throat
Tied
Daddy / Mommy
Cockwarming
Double penetration
Spanking
Size difference
Orgasm denial
Getting caught
Remote vibrator
Dirty talk
Knife play
Filming themselves
Thigh riding
Phone call
Clothes on
Mirror
Silent
Any of your choice
PLACES / SITUATIONS
In a car
In an elevator
In a party
In a family celebration
At work
In an alley
In a cinema
In the beach
In a park or wooden area
Any of your choice
AUs
A/B/O
Vampire(s)
Mob
Cop(s)
High School / University
The 40s
Roommates
Teacher(s)
Bookstore
Any of your choice
PROMPTS
“I think it's the first time I've heard you moan… It's like hearing angels singing”.
“Don't apologize about your morning wood”.
“I just want to please you”.
“Tell me I'm a good boy/girl”.
“Will be our secret”.
“I'm yours, you know I'm only yours”.
“Do we need a safe word?”
“You look so good, but imagine how good you'd look with my fingers inside of you”.
“Don't you dare to touch yourself till I'm on the phone so I can hear you moaning my name”.
you are not obligated to maintain your blog or upkeep of content. sometimes i feel like we get wrapped up in the fact that tumblr always has to be on. always posting content, always responding, consistently churning out new things but that can be really draining. don’t burn yourself out for the sake of this website. if you need to take time away or just want to stop it all together, that’s absolutely 100% valid. and if anyone’s ever made you feel like it’s not, i’m here to tell you it is! you do what’s best for you. and i always say, the minute it starts feeling like a job, take a step back and reflect. that’s not what this is about you know? sometimes it can get stressful and chaotic, but at the end of the day we’re all just tryna have fun.
request by @graniairish and @scarletsoldierrr. Hi there. first of all, I love your stories. they always brighten my day. might it be possible that you could write a oneshot for me? pretty please ❤❤ something like, Reader is a single mom with a 9 year old daughter and works closely with Trudi as a clerk. she has only ever had negative experiences with men because they cannot cope with the fact that Reader is a mother. reader has secretly lost her heart to Hank Voight, but thinks she has no chance. but Hank likes readers a lot and then takes the first step. if there is a lot of fluff and a happy ending with a kiss that would be really great. / So excited your taking request. Just found your page and don’t know how I’m just finding it now!!:) can I request a hank voight x younger reader. He’s protective of her and there’s always been an obvious attractive and connection and something happens and they finally get together! Smut if you feel like it :) thank you ❤️your beautiful!
words. about 1k.
warnings, tags. none.
a / n. none of my writings contains reader's body descriptions to be inclusive. if you find something out of place, please send me a message and i'll change it.
“Look who is here!”
Platt is never bothered when she sees your daughter stepping into the District. It just has happened a couple of times, her babysitter has decided to cancel her shift at the last minute and you have to work. But your boss is glad to spend some time with your daughter since she really loves her and always has a good time together.
“Sorry, Serge', Cindy bailed on me”.
“Hi, Trudy!”
“Hi, Alice”. They both melt into a noisy hug until the older turns at you. “No problem, (Y/L/N). We're gonna have so much fun today, right?”
“Is it Hank over here?”
“Not yet, but he mu—”.
“Is it Christmas morning?” The husky voice you could die for interrupts Plat.
Your daughter walks out from the counter, practically running to jump onto your other boss's arms. And he raises gladly, placing a kiss on her cheek. Voight is the kindest man you have ever met and he loves your kids with all his strengths.
“What 'you doing here, uh?”
“No school today”. She just shrugs her shoulders, as the man puts on her jacket drawing a soft smile on the lips you'd love to kiss.
“Wanna have breakfast with me?”
“Yes!” Alice screams, shaking her small arms, turning at you to ask for permission.
“Uhm… sure, just lemme gi—”.
“Don't you dare to give me money, (Y/L/N)”. Hank glances at you squinting, not focusing on you anymore to walk upstairs and leave the place with your daughter.
“He likes you”.
Platt's whisper takes you by surprise as you were too oblivious imagining a life together and Alice calling him dad, slightly jumping on your feet and frowning as you spin around to face her. She has both eyebrows raised and, by the lack of response, she waves both hands before putting a zip on her mouth.
You were playing it cool knowing your daughter was in good hands. Nothing could happen to her being with Hank. Until you receive a call through the radio, asking your patrol to come back immediately to the District. The officer doesn't say anything else and your mind starts to play dirty with you. You can't help but imagine one hundred situations where your baby girl gets hurt somehow. Inevitable for any cop surrounding her.
You stomp into the station like a bat out of hell, looking everywhere trying to find Alice sitting there. Safe and sound. But Platt intercepts you before you can open your mouth. She points with her forefinger upstairs, straight to Intelligence. Not even a minute after you're already at their offices. Emptied, except for Sergeant Miller sat in Voight's chair with a sour gesture on her face. Gulping as you watch your daughter in tears, sticking her head out the office, your little girl runs towards you to jump into your arms. She isn't hurt, so you know at the instant what's happening there.
Coming into the office, before leaving Alice on Kevin's desk painting some kind of magic animal, you take a seat in front of your supreme boss.
“This is not a kindergarten”.
You bow your head down, aware there are no excuses to make her understand what has happened. A woman like her would never understand.
“I'm sorry”. You whisper, tangling your hands over your lap, not being able to look at her.
“This is a District. A police station. What kind of mother leaves her child accessible to killers, rapist—”.
“Don't you dare, Samantha”.
You suddenly raise your head, turning to the door following the rough husky voice speaking in your defense. Voight is there, jaw clenched, arms behind his back.
“I asked her to bring the kid here. I went for a witness, but she knew to perfection she couldn't move from my office. And, believe me, she obeys my orders”. He lies. But he lies really good, taking a step closer to you so he can place a hand on your shoulder. “(Y/L/N) is one of my best cops. One of those cops Chicago should be proud to have on its duty”.
“I don't ca—”.
“And I don't care what you have to opine, Deputy. This is my District. My rules”.
The woman puckers her lips with a soft nod of her chin, before standing up to glance at you as she leaves the office. Now, you can breathe. As soon as the metallic fence is closed again, you jump out of your seat to hug him. You don't think that. You just act. Hank needs to take a second to react, placing his arms around your waist to bring you closer against his chest. You can't imagine how many times he has fantasized about having you just like that. As if anything else matters around you. And it feels really pleasant the lack of distance between your bodies.
“Thank you”. You whisper with such a honeyed tone, really grateful for defending you.
“You don't have to”. Voight replies, moving a hand to the back of your head, pressing you a little more to him —not wanting this moment to finish. Not caring who can see the two of you practically melted in that tight embrace. “Alice is okay?”
“Yeah… Just a little scared”.
“What if… we take her out for lunch, huh? Would it work?”
That sounds like a date. A date of three. But a date. A soft smile crosses your lips when you pull yourself away some inches to get lost in his brown eyes. Assenting, Hank tours a side of your neck with his long fingers to reach your warm cheek. And commending his soul to God, he leans forward enough to caress your lips with his. An ephemeral touch enough to race your heart, snapping down your eyelids. The sergeant only kisses you when he's sure you're not going to stop him, fitting his mouth to yours uttering a soft gasp of pure relief while you nail your fingers on the back of his neck to push him more, and more close.
He's always been the one for you, and now, Hank doesn't have any doubts.
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