#listen it's 1.3k words i had to put it under a read more

[featherstcnes]

@bloodymyhands asked for angst and i delivered

a part of her wished she could say that she knew this was a bad idea from the start. it seemed a simple enough mission, though. a small tactical team ( led by the armorer ) would go in, get what they needed, and get out. bo had trusted the intel given to her by a few other mandalorians -- she'd even done some of her own research. for all she knew, the city that the team was going to was going to be empty. it was supposed to be abandoned, destroyed since the empire had left. and yet the moment she lost contact with the team, she knew that things had turned sideways. there had been consistent check ins. and while she had waited for a response, giving them time in case they were needing to stay quiet, there was a point that bo-katan couldn't sit idle anymore.

and so she found herself on the same planet that the other mandalorians had went to, attempting to be as stealthy as possible with the group she'd brought to save those that she'd lost contact with. " move out, " bo-katan commanded tilting her head down the hallway. they'd cased out the seemingly empty town for a bit before coming up with a strategy. she just had to hope that it ended up working. the seemingly old town was just a facade, as its depths below were remnants from the empire. bo had her blasters in her hands, preparing to defend herself if necessary. there didn't appear to be many heat signatures around -- at least not yet.

careful feet brought her down an empty hall, hearing footsteps from the other mandalorians in the other sections of the labyrinths down here. her eyes immediately focused on the image of the armorer's helmet and furs on the desk near what she assumed were holding cells, but she found only one door closed. her stomach dropped instantly. was she still alive? was this part of her armor just perched on this desk as a warning to bo and her team? a sign that they were next for coming here to save their people?

grabbing the helmet and the furs that the woman donned every day, bo-katan moved further down the hall to the door that she had seen shut. all of the other cells were empty, at least down this hallway. she had to assume that the other mandalorians were held elsewhere. but truthfully? the others were the last thing on her mind at the moment. pressing a button on the pad on the frame of the door, she saw the door quickly slide open, only for her to be met with a sight that had her frozen in place. the unmasked features that her eyes immediately went to, the vision of a woman that her mind wouldn't let her forget even if she'd attempted to. the voices of the men and woman she had brought with her faded around her, and all she found herself able to do was stand in the door frame, staring at the woman that was equally someone she admired and someone she had let herself hate for years.

her fingers tightened on the grip of the woman's helmet in her hand. all this time. all this time, and bo-katan had been blind to the possibility that the armorer was anyone from her past. she should have known, hearing how many times that the woman had spoken of death watch, even if it had just been in passing. rook kast. she would remember that face anywhere. it had been engraved in her mind the moment she'd lost mandalore.

" bo-katan! " she'd heard axe's voice break her out of her trance. " i'm here, " she yelled after a moment, clenching her fists. somehow, she had taken further steps into the cell. she let herself look at the woman again, seeing the blood in her hairline, the shallow breathing that was the only sign she was still alive. the footsteps coming closer down the hall had her making a split second decision to cover the armorer's face with the helmet once more, careful to avoid hurting her any further with the movement. soft brown hair stuck out from the bottom of the helmet, but bo didn't have the time to care to fix it. she couldn't, not now.

when axe rushed in, talking about incoming ships and blaster fire, bo nodded. " is everyone safe? accounted for? " once she received confirmation, she leaned down towards the armorer. " help me get her onto my ship. " she said, axe not hesitating as he moved to one side of her, moving an arm around the woman to help get her up, bo supporting from the other side. there was blaster fire ringing in the air the moment she set foot outside, but bo ignored it as she rushed to get the armorer onto her ship to set the woman down on a seat. she'd have to hope that the trip was gentle enough to get her home safely -- it wasn't as if she had a ship with bunks, with anything useful to help the woman. this would have to be enough.

" go, " axe had said. and she had. the mandalorians were not on the losing side of the battle this time. they would make it home safely, bo-katan knew that.

when she'd arrived back on mandalore, she'd avoided the med bay that part of the tribe had been rebuilding, and she'd immediately went to the forge. to the quarters that the woman in her arms had been building as a place for herself, away from everything else. once she was sure that they were alone, bo took off her helmet, placing the blue metal piece on a table near the door frame before she moved over to the armorer. she grabbed whatever supplies she could around the room, knowing that the woman had to have something that bo could use to at least help clean her up. once she had a few spare pieces of clean cloth, she moved back to the armorer's bedside. before she could tell herself otherwise, bo took off the woman's helmet. she'd already seen her once. and bo wasn't sure what injuries that she had. she was sure that the armorer had plenty of injuries under her clothing. but bo didn't see any rips or too much blood on the fabric, and so she kept her hands away. cursing under her breath, bo used the fabric to brush away at some of the blood on the armorer's head. her touch was firm, yet still gentle as she moved over the other woman.

a part of her felt as if she should feel like she owed the armorer nothing, now that bo knew who she really was. but how could she just let her suffer?

once she had cleaned her up enough to the point where it looked as if the bleeding had stopped, bo cleaned her hands of the woman's blood and took a deep breath. she felt like she barely had processed exactly who was laying in front of her, but at the same time, her mind felt like it couldn't even begin to attempt to. she didn't know what to feel and some quiet part of her was grateful that she didn't have to speak yet. that she didn't have to attempt to put words to how she was feeling. despite the endless thoughts running through her mind, she sat at a chair near the bed, eyes focused on the unconscious woman. her feelings aside ( both good and bad ) , bo knew that she couldn't just leave the woman alone. maybe the armorer would never forgive her for seeing her like this. maybe she would never let bo speak to her again because of it.

she would say she didn't care after the events of the day, but bo-katan knew that would be a lie.

[velvetsainz]

summary: [ cl16 x fem!reader ] charles is in maranello but that doesn't mean he can't help. part one.

word count: 1.3k

content warnings: smut under the cut (minors dni pls!), porn with a dash of plot, use of explicit language, phone/skype sex, masturbation, toys, overstimulation, praise kink, google-translated french (kay strikes again), fluff, i still really like em dashes

a/n: part twooooooooo! (you can totally read this before part i—this is just a sister smutlet ;) ) i've been really pleased with the response to part i, so i was super duper motivated to get this cranked out for you guys. there's mentions to previous encounters, and i'm very tempted to flesh those out in the future along with the allusions to future events. anyways, eat up! enjoy, loves! xx

You could be a tease, but Charles Leclerc was a bigger one.  

“Charles, I swear to God that—”

“That what, chérie? Hm?,” he asked as he quirked an eyebrow to you, waiting for you to answer as he watched over the Skype call.  You let out a frustrated sigh, sinking back into the bed and allowing your thighs to relax once more.

“So impatient, mon ange…,” he chided, hand working slowly, lazily over his length.  You were on the doorstep of your climax when he’d suddenly cut the power to the delicious little bullet in your hand.  He’d been teasing you for a solid thirty minutes now, listening to soft moans and needy whines as he built you up before allowing your orgasm to recede away once more.

You scoffed, brow furrowing and lid heavy with need.  “Well yes, but-but–,” you stammered as you tried to think of some good reason why you just needed to come.  You couldn’t—no reason that would be particularly compelling when he was like this.

As much as you enjoyed your games with your fiancé, your thighs were beginning to cramp and you swore you were going to have to change the sheets now, too.

You’d gotten on your usual Wednesday night call, mood worse than usual.  It’d been a long day and you were just ready to put it all behind you, bury yourself in the fluffy duvet of your shared bed, and scroll TikTok aimlessly for a few hours to allow yourself the time to rot in peace.

Charles, on the other hand, had other ideas.  If he’d been there, he’d have happily buried his head between your legs until you couldn’t put together a coherent thought and the tension had melted from your shoulders and jaw.  Seeing as he was in Maranello, though, he had to find another way to get you in a better headspace.

Enter: the vibrator.

Well, a remote-controlled bullet.  One that he could control with an app on his phone, the bastard. Some men found toys in the bedroom to be a competitor, but the Monégasque saw them as an accomplice of sorts; they were friends, not enemies.

In the moment, though, the little fucker sure as hell seemed like an enemy to you.

“Please, baby,” you whined for him, pouting with glossy eyes to the camera, “you already know it’s been a long day.”

Charles hummed, taking pity on you as he turned the vibe on once more to a low-power setting. You took a stunted breath, eyes closing as pleasure rolled through you once again.  The sound went straight to his cock, angry red in his hand as precum leaked over the vice grip he held it in.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” you whimpered fervently as the toy kicked up another speed, sending you careening towards your climax.

“I wish I could be there, chérie,” he coaxed as he watched you start panting once again, breaths coming in stuttering bursts with whines trapped in the back of your throat. “J'adore entendre tous ces jolis sons, ma jolie,” Charles purred, pulling a particularly pitiful moan from you. He laughed as he ticked the power up another notch, “Oui—juste comme ça, chérie.”

You could feel your orgasm coming at you hot and fast, mouth falling open as your hips dug into the soft material of the mattress.  A tear spilled from the corner of your eye at the sheer sting of need coming into full view, one of your hands planting hard into the bed beside you as your eyes rolled back in reflex.

“Charles, please, I-I-I—”

“C’est bon, minette,” he soothed, his own desire starting to rear its head, “Let go—let it all go for me, mm?” He set the devilish little toy onto full blast, and you didn’t wait for him to rethink his offer.

You babbled half-coherently as something melted in the pit of your belly, washing over your senses until your ears rang and your legs buzzed.  You could feel your sweat pooling in the small of your back as loose strands of hair stuck to your forehead and neck from the matching sheen that covered them, and your partner had turned the bullet to its lowest power setting to nurse you through the aftershocks that rocked your hips.  You were well and truly dripping at this point, a small wet spot forming under you on the white sheets. You really should have put down a towel before you got yourself into this mess.

But with no warning, as you basked in the afterglow of a much-needed orgasm, the toy went into full power once more.  Your eyes shot open and hips jolted away from the sensation as you looked to the screen after a moment of realization.  “Baby, no, I–t-too sensiti—,” you started to whimper to Charles as you heard the sounds of his own pleasure growing more prominent.

“Yes, mon ange,” he said firmly, hazel eyes dark with pleasure, “Just one more—I know you can.”  He watches as your brow furrows once more and your hand disappears between your legs once again.  Never did he ever think he could be so jealous of a fucking hand.

You mewled as you fought the stuttering of your hips each time you pressed the toy to your already-aching clit.  Still, in no time you were there once again, and Charles cursed and muttered under his breath as he watched the show you put on for him.

“Merde—”

“Such a good girl, yes—”

“Going to fuck you so good—”

“Fuck…fuck—”

He grunted your name once more and came with a growl, jaw slack as he spilled over the fist that held him so tightly. Meanwhile, you were coming down with glazed eyes and parted lips, breathing hard as you let out a quiet “fuck.”

“Oui,” Charles agreed teasingly as his head dropped back behind him lazily.

Toy discarded onto the bed next to you, you rolled onto your side to face him on the video call. “Why do you have to work so far away sometimes?,” you grumbled rhetorically, pouting as your body pooled in one of his old t-shirts and your breathing started to match something more normal.  Your body had lost the tension it had been carrying, those dual orgasms working to relieve the stress you’d felt when you’d started the call.  Still, a toy was a poor replacement for the man on the other side of the call, and you wanted him there with you more than you’d wanted that first orgasm.  You hated making him feel bad about being away, but damn did you need to be fucked within an inch of your life right about now.

He tsked softly, lifting his head once more to see your pout.  “I know, mon cœur,” he nodded, adjusting the lid of his laptop to angle more towards his face, “but if I didn’t come to Maranello, I wouldn’t get anything done. We’d be like bunny rabbits—like Corsica.”

Memories of that trip came back, causing your tummy to flip at thought.  You really had fucked like rabbits on that trip, and no surface was safe from the fury of your shared lust. Nothing was sacred and anywhere that had just enough privacy was good enough for one to start tormenting the other with their fingers…their lips…their—

“I don’t see why that’s a problem,” you teased back, smile finding your lips once more as you shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly.  One elbow helped prop your head up while the other hand rested between the soft skin of your thighs.

“My sunburn disagreed,” Charles chuckled as you found yourself laughing with him.  “I looked like a…a—what’s the word? Homard?”

“Lobster?,” you chimed in with a smirk as you remembered just how red he’d been. You swore you‘d slather a metric shit ton of aloe on him during that holiday. The way he’d keep you warm in the cold showers, though…

“Yes, a lobster,” he sighed, dropping his head into his hands at the thought.  “Chérie, it hurt so bad—and Carlos wouldn’t wouldn’t stop laughing at me in the paddock in Spa!”

“But you would taste wonderful dipped in butter!”

“You are an idiot, chérie.”

“And knowing that, you still wanted me to be your wife.  So who’s the bigger idiot in this equation, baby?”

[brewsterispunkk]

Hello!!! Could you write an angsty drabble about Benny returning without the money after the events of Triple Frontier?

“Benny, I don’t care about the money. You think I’m with an MMA fighter for the money?”

Ooo I LOVE this.

sunshine state

“I DON’T CARE”

pairing: benny miller x f!honey!reader,

summary: set after the events of sunshine state, when Benny returns from Colombia. (can be read as standalone, but better if you’ve read sunshine state first!)

WC: 1.3k

He’d been in the shower for nearly forty minutes, something nearly unheard of for Benny.

In your three years together, you’d never known him to take showers that surpassed twenty minutes long. In fact, he often chastised you for taking too long and “racking up the water bill,” as he so lovingly put it.

This wasn’t like him. Something was wrong—you knew it the minute he’d walked through the front door.

It’d been the early hours of the morning when he’d pulled in the driveway in the old pick-up that just wouldn’t die. He’d told you when he’d called you nearly twelve hours before from Bogota that you didn’t have to wait up for him, but he knew you better than to think you wouldn't. Especially after the hell that had been the last week.

It was supposed to be the usual: a quick in-and-out mission in Colombia that promised millions—much more than Pope’s little stints had provided before.

You hadn't liked it, obviously. After the last mission Benny had gone on about a year ago in which he narrowly missed a bullet to the head, you’d made him promise he’d never do it again. This, according to him, was the exception.

“A chance,” he’d called it. “A chance for us to really make it. We could finally move to the city where you could get the big museum job, honey.”

What he didn’t know was that you were content with your nine to five and the little duplex you had and your old cat and big dog and him. You didn’t need anything else. But Benny was Benny. He had a big heart but was stubborn as hell, and once he’d made his mind up about something, there was no going back.

When you’d gotten the phone call after nearly five days of radio silence, you’d sobbed with relief; You never cried.

He’d explained how the job had gone sideways, how they’d all gotten out alive, barely. That he��d be home in twelve hours. You’d been numb until you saw him walk through the door, all disheveled and travel-worn. The two of you barely talked before he excused himself to shower.

“Ben?” You called, seated on the bed you shared.

The sound of the shower faucet greeted you, with no words from him.

You shook your head.

Hell no, you thought. He was not going to push you away–you wouldn’t let him.

You opened the door to the bathroom, letting the steam calm you. You were sure to make enough noise so as to not surprise him. The last thing you needed was to trigger something.

Wordlessly, you stripped off your shirt and underwear–your pajamas– and pulled aside the curtain to join him under the stream of water.

Benny’s head was hung as you entered, the water running down his broad shoulders. His back was to you, and he said nothing at your entrance.

You ignored the shiver that went down your spine at the temperature change as you yourself stepped under the stream.

“Hey,” you began softly, wrapping your arms around his middle from behind. You rested your forehead on his spine, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades. “You washed your hair yet, baby?”

Turning to you, Benny shook his head. As he faced you, you saw his chin wobble, his eyes wet with something other than tap water. His brows furrowed as his eyes met yours.

“Oh, babe.”

You pulled him to your chest, and when you did, he broke down, chest heaving a heavy sob. His arms wrapped around your waist, his face pressing into your neck.

“I’m so sorry, honey,” he sniffed, voice warbly. “I’m so—”

“Shh, shh,” you raked your fingers through his hair. “I know. I know, baby.”

“I swear, I didn’t mean to—”

“I know you didn’t, babe.”

“I should’ve listened to you, I’m so stupid. Please don’t leave me–”

“Stop it, Ben, breathe.” You raked your nails over his scalp. “That’s it, deep breaths.”

He stopped for a moment and squeezed you harder, like he was afraid you’d disappear.

“Where is this coming from, Ben?” You asked after a minute. “Why would I ever leave you?”

He sniffed and pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“Pope thinks Ev is gonna leave.”

“What?” You pulled back to look Benny in the eyes.

After their wedding a year ago, you thought absolutely nothing could pull Everett and Santi apart. You knew Everett was done with Santi’s “business” overseas, but you didn’t know he was this done with it.

“He said he thought he’d pushed him too far, right before we left Colombia.”

“Fuck,” you breathed. “How bad was it, Ben?”

Benny’s lip wobbled a bit before he spoke.

“Bad, honey.” He looked down. “Real bad.”

Your stomach plummeted.

How much danger had he been in? You weren't sure you wanted to know. What if he hadn’t come back? Tears filled your eyes at the thought.

“Honey, I’m sorry—”

“Let’s talk about this later,” you whispered. “C’mon, we gotta wash that hair.”

“Honey…”

“Ben, I’m not going anywhere. Now please, hand me the shampoo.”

- - - -

You did talk. For almost two hours.

For the most part, you raised the issue of “how he could put himself in danger like that?” Also, what that meant for you.

“Benny, do you know what would happen to me if you’d died out there?” You asked. His face crumpled.

“Honey I know–”

“No you don’t,” you said. “Obviously, you don’t or you wouldn't have even risked it.”

“Baby–”

“What if it had been me out there, almost dying halfway across the world?” You asked. Bennt just stared at the floor. “Or me who had a bullet graze their head last year in Bolivia? Huh? What would you do?”

“You know what I would do, honey.” Benny’s voice was gravely. “I’d tear the world apart to get you home.”

“So what makes you think I’d do anything less to save your life?” Your hands were on your hips as you stood in front of where he was sitting on the side of the bed. “Imagine how fucking helpless I felt here, waiting to hear if you were alive or dead.”

He was quiet for a moment, head in his hands.

“I’m sorry.” he said finally, and it was perhaps the most sincere you’d heard those words spoken.

“Don’t ever put me through that again, Benny.” You said, voice stony. “Or I swear to god, I will kill you myself.”

“Okay, honey. I promise.”

Now, as you laid beside him in bed, you couldn’t help but feel that something was still off.

To begin, there was a good six inches of space between you. Usually, as soon as Benny’s head hit the pillow, he was reaching for you, pulling you to his side or his chest.

Secondly, he hadn’t said a word, and you knew for a fact that he was awake.

Finally, you decided you couldn’t handle the silence.

“Wanna tell me what’s on your mind?” You tried to sound nonchalant.

“I’m sorry about the money.” He said sullenly. His voice sounded shot, dejected. You started.

“What?” You asked incredulously.

“I promised you millions,” he said softly. “It was the only reason you were even a little okay with me going back out there, and I came back with nothing—”

“Benny, stop it.”

“I’m sorry baby. You deserve—”

“Do you really think I give a shit about the money?” You turned over suddenly to face him in bed. Your voice was hostile, you knew it, but you needed to get your point across.

“It was millions, baby.”

“Benny, I thought you were dead,” your voice strained. You reached out a hand to palm his face in the dark. “Anything more than that is a blessing by my count.”

“Still—”

“I don’t care about the money,” you pressed your forehead, trying to get the point through his thick skull. “You think I’m with an MMA fighter for the money?”

“Guess not,” he chuckled.

You pressed a deep, long kiss to his lips. He tasted like mint and cigarettes. He must’ve taken up smoking again in Colombia. Pulling back, you smoothed his hair from his forehead.

“God, I love you.”

“I love you,” you whispered. “Now sleep.”

He kissed your nose and pulled you closer, before drifting to sleep.

[in-a-nook-with-a-notebook]

Life Could Be A Dream

Franchise: Star Wars (but modern AU)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x male reader (reader's pronouns are he/him/his)

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: fluff, modern!AU, implied smut (scratch marks on Poe’s back, hickeys, mentions of nudity if you squint), fluff, established relationship, mentions of Poe being an F1 driver, no plot really just a sweet morning with Poe, did I mention fluff?

Summary: Poe always gets cuddly after a race; the more intense the race, the more he wants to be glued to your side. Yesterday's race was pretty crazy, but you’re not complaining.

A/N: This is ridiculously self indulgent, especially with the breakfast foods (I am a slut for a good serving of pancakes) also the inspiration and the song mentioned is Sh-Boom (Life Could Be A Dream) by The Sh-Booms, highly recommend listening while reading; for some reason I imagine Poe being a Formula One racer in a modern AU so voila

You blink your tired eyes open with the sun peering through the curtains of the hotel room. It’s warm and welcome on your skin. A lazy smile drifts over your face. You stretch a little before curling up under the thick blanket again; it’s smooth against your bare skin, perfect for a morning like this.

You slowly roll onto your side, turning your back to the window. Your eyes land on your boyfriend’s sleeping form. Poe is snoring softly, his dark curls tousled and unkempt. He looks so peaceful. His broad back glows in the morning light, the duvet haphazardly covering the lower half of his body. There are faint red marks near his shoulders, reminders of last night. Even after the longest, most intense races, he still has some… pent up energy.

Careful not to wake him, you lean forward and press a gentle kiss between his shoulder blades. You then silently slip out of the bed, tugging on a clean pair of boxers. You’re grateful for the carpeting under your bare feet until you reach the cold tile of the bathroom. You brush your teeth, considering you can taste how bad your morning breath is, but you don’t bother fixing your messy hair. You wash your face with cold water to wake yourself up a little more, padding it dry with a facecloth. You look at yourself in the mirror, your eyes sliding over the hickeys on your neck and chest from Poe last night. Your fingers ghost over them.

After leaving the bathroom, you grab a shirt from last night. It’s either yours or Poe’s. You’re not sure, but you don’t really care all that much - it’s a shirt either way.

You wander to the kitchen, thankful the two of you had booked at an extended stay hotel; full kitchen with a big fridge, living space separate from the bed area; lots of space for you and him to stay for a while. You dig through the fridge in search of ingredients for breakfast. The two of you went out for groceries a couple days before his big race in Melbourne, so you had everything you needed to make a filling breakfast; Poe’s always hungry after a night like last night. You are too, quite frankly. You grab bacon, eggs and milk and put them on the counter, lightly kicking the fridge closed behind you. From the cabinets behind you, you collect salt, baking powder, white sugar, and a small bag of flour.

As much as you don’t like packing heavy when you travel for Poe’s races, you’ve brought it upon yourself to have some essentials so you aren’t eating out all the time. After the first few races, you pretty much put together a travel kit of cooking/baking supplies and other things you guys would usually have at home.

You grab a mixing bowl and a wooden spoon and begin mixing the dry ingredients together. You snag a normal bowl from the cupboard to mix the wet ingredients with a whisk. You then combine them together and leave it on the counter with a dishcloth over it, letting it rise. From the cabinets underneath the counter, you grab two pans; one for the pancakes when they’re ready and one for the bacon. As you set the pan on the stove to heat up, you hear shuffling from the bedroom area; Poe’s awake.

The pan warms quickly and you start laying bacon on it to fry. The sizzling meets your ears just as Poe appears out of the corner of his eye. You focus mostly on the bacon, but you can sense his presence. His arm snakes around your waist and he pulls your back against his warm, bare chest. He rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Good morning,” you say with a smile.

Poe hums, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck. “Morning, baby.”

“How’d you sleep?”

“Like a log, but last night was amazing…” He nibbles on your neck a little, tightening his grip around you. You chuckle, bringing your hand down to squeeze his. “Bacon?” Poe inquires, changing the subject and looking down at the pan in front of you. His chin rests on your shoulder, leaning his head against yours.

“And pancakes,” you add, gesturing lazily to the mixing bowl.

“Mmm, I love your breakfasts.”

“You love all my cooking. And baking, for that matter.”

“Because you, mi amor, are an absolute god in the kitchen.”

“You flatter me, darling.” You reach for the tongs to flip the bacon strips. “I’m assuming you’re hungry. You’re always hungry.”

“For your food, always.”

“Flirt.”

“I’m just speaking the truth here.” He presses a kiss to your cheek. “Want help?”

“I love you, but you can just sit there and look pretty for now.” You turn your head to fully kiss him. “I wanna cook for you.”

“You always cook for me.”

“Yeah, because, no offence, but you can’t cook for shit.”

“I’m a Formula One driver, not a chef.”

“I’m not even technically a chef.”

“You might as well be,” Poe replies, untangling himself from you. “You are probably one of the best cooks I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. And eating with. And, you know, everything else.” He kisses the back of your neck before stepping away to sit at the island, watching you fondly. “You sure you don’t want help?”

“Well, how about you set out the fruit from the fridge?”

“That I can do.”

As you get a plate out for the bacon, as well as a couple pieces of paper towel to catch the leftover grease, while Poe goes to the fridge. You feel Poe’s finger drag down your spine, sending a shiver through your body.

“Tease,” you murmur, looking at him over your shoulder. He smirks at you, blowing a kiss to you. “You wanna put some music on?”

“Absolutely.”

You transfer the cooked bacon onto the plate, then put more bacon on the pan. Poe shuffles around behind you, connecting his phone to the speaker.

Life could be a dream, life could be a dream

Do, do, do, do, sh-boom

A smile crosses your face with you hear the song and you turn to look at Poe. He puts his phone down on the counter. You both begin to murmur the lyrics under your breath.

“Life could be a dream. If I could take you up in paradise up above. If you would tell me I’m the only one that you love, life could be a dream, sweetheart, hello, hello again, sh-boom, and hopin’ we’ll meet again…”

“You look so good in my shirt,” he murmurs, coming up behind you again. He kisses your cheek, resting his hand on your hip. “I ever tell you that?”

“You’ve mentioned…” you reply, relaxing under his touch.

“I love when you travel with me,” Poe says. “Thank you for coming.”

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be, my love.”

Poe gently takes your chin in his hand to turn your head towards him. He presses a deep kiss to your lips. When he pulls away, he has a piece of bacon in his hand.

“Impatient?” You tease.

“It’s bacon. I’m hungry.”

You laugh when he takes a bite and his face lights up. “You’re cute,” you remark. His face goes red and he dips his head.

“Shut up.”

“No.” You tilt his chin up with your finger, pressing your lips to his. “You’re downright adorable, Poe Dameron.”

“You’re relentless.”

“You love me.”

“I adore you.”

You smirk. “I know.”

Some mornings, the two of you have to rush around, packing for another plane or prepping for another race, but not today. Poe’s got a free day, and he intends to spend every minute of it with you. Even if it’s just swaying in the kitchen, teasing each other. As long as he’s with you, he’s happy.

A/N: I just wanted a soft morning with Poe and the song had me in a fluffy mood so I hope y'all enjoy this because I know I did! Feedback is encouraged and appreciated! Have a lovely day y'all <3

[actuallysaiyan]

I Wanna Be Good To You(Vergil x Fem!Reader)

warnings: anger, violence, slapping, tears(dacryphilia), unprotected sex, use of terms "master" and "little mate", Vergil is angry af, rough sex, vaginal fingering word count: 1.3k pairings: Vergil x Fem!Reader a/n: Just a little angry smut because I was so angry today. Dedicated to the lovely @beneathstarryskies

“Do you think it’s comical to put yourself in danger like that?” Vergil asks, his face so close to yours. His nails are practically digging into the meat of your arms.

You scoff, “I wasn’t in danger! I can handle myself!”

He sneers at you, unsure what to make of this. If he lost, he would be completely inconsolable. It would damage him even more than he truly is. You’ve become the love of his life and he will not stand to have you die in front of his eyes. Vergil has done so much to get to this point in his life, and he’s not just about to throw everything away to lose you.

“Listen to me,” he barks in your face. You can feel spittle spray your face. “You will never do that again. And I will not be repeating myself.”

You’re shaking with anger now, “I’m not a little girl, Vergil! I’ve been hunting devils for a long time, and if you’re just mad because I did a better job than you did, maybe you should learn to channel your anger some other way!”

This causes him to falter for a moment, then he pushes you up against the wall. You can barely read the emotions flashing in his beautiful eyes. Part of you wonders if you’ve gone and pushed him too far. Maybe you shouldn’t have mentioned how you did a better job than he had, but he just got under your skin so much.

“Is that what you think this is about?” His voice is laced with venom. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re just an inexperienced little girl. You have no idea what you’re dealing with!”

“Fuck you! I know what I’m doing!”

You feel your cheek stinging as soon as he lands the slap. There’s a moment of silence before you’re both just staring at one another. You feel tears well up in your eyes, and you want nothing more than to run away from him. Then he’s so quick to press his lips down on yours in a hungry kiss.

“I don’t want to lose you! Can’t you understand that? Or are you too thick in the head?”

You’re crumbling under his deep stare. You can feel your heart pounding at all these intense emotions. But what surprises you is when you begin kissing him right back. You would have thought after he slapped you and made a fool of you, you’d be pushing him away.

“I’m sorry, Vergil. I’m so fucking sorry,”

He picks you up and pins you to the wall. Between hungry and sloppy kisses, he has your skirt hiked up over your hips. He growls when you try to undress him. He’s not going to let you have control here.

“Stay still, little mate.” Vergil growls as he rips your panties off. “You’re going to be a good little mate for me,”

You whine, “Vergil…”

Another rough kiss is pressed to your plump lips. Your mind is whirling from all this excitement. Your cheeks still stings, but your heart melts when he cups your cheek and presses a soft kiss to it. He murmurs something about hating hurting you.

“You should listen to your master,” His voice is gruff and thick with lust. “I only want what’s best for you,”

“I-I know, I just…I don’t want to be treated like an inferior person.”

Your response shocks him a little bit. He didn’t realize just how important it was for you to be seen in such a way. He knows that you’re a good demon hunter, but it still scares him to see you out there fighting.

His fingers begin toying with your pussy, and he smirks when he becomes aware of just how wet you are already. Maybe roughing you up a little and yelling at you makes you excited. It sure makes him very excited. Something about violence and sex really satisfies the devil inside of him.

“I’ll make you feel so good, little mate. Just so you can see that I’m sorry for this little incident,”

You sigh softly, “P-please, master.”

His heart skips a beat when he hears you addressing him as such. You’ve done roleplay in the bedroom before and used those terms, but this is the first time you used them outside of that scenario. His cock twitches in his pants and he presses a soft kiss to your swollen lips.

“You’re such a good girl when you want to be,” He chuckles. “Maybe I could be a good devil for you,”

Two of his fingers pump into you, making you gasp in surprise. The sudden intrusion has you dripping all over his fingers and his palm. He can smell your arousal from here and it’s making him go crazy. It doesn’t take long for him to take out his cock. He gives it a few lazy pumps, and still fingers you in the meantime. You’re so impressed that he can hold you up just by his sheer strength.

“Ready for me, little mate?”

You whine but nod your head, “Please, master. I’m ready.”

With one fluid motion, he removes his fingers from your greedy hole and replaces them with his cock. From the get go, your walls are just trying to suck him in. They are desperately milking him as he begins a rough and fast pace.

“You’re never going to put yourself in danger like that again, got it?” He asks, and kisses you once again.

“Vergil…” you whine. “I’m a big girl, ‘can take care of myself.”

He gives you a particularly hard thrust, and you can see stars dancing in your vision already from the pleasure. He’s not going to let you go out hunting devils without him anymore. He caught wind of it from Dante and Nero and he had rushed out to find you. It scared him so much to think you were out there alone. His idiot brother and naive son might think you’re capable of doing it on your own, but he knows better.

“Little mate,” Vergil growls against your ear. “Don’t talk back to me like that. You have to do what your master says,”

You hiccup, “I know, but ‘wanna prove myself to you.”

This suddenly warms his heart. You’re really trying to show that you’re more than capable of doing things on your own. But it hurts him to imagine a world without you.

Vergil continues thrusting fast and deep, but his kisses soon turn a bit more passionate and loving. His large hands cup your cheeks, and he pulls you in for the most loving kiss. He feels your tears beginning to stream down your cheeks. His thumbs wipe them away, and he presses another kiss to your lips.

“You don’t need to prove yourself to me.” Vergil responds. “I already love you with all my heart.”

A shudder passes through you and you cling to him. It’s not long before he’s fucking you hard and fast once again, putting everything into every thrust. You can feel your orgasm building so quickly, and you mutter sweet words of love between every kiss.

“‘M sorry, Vergil. ‘Didn’t mean to scare you,”

He moans, “I know, little mate. I know you didn’t. ‘Just never wanna lose you.”

That’s all it takes to push you over the edge. You cry out his name, your nails digging into the leather of his clothing. He presses another kiss to your lips before he’s grunting alongside your sweet sounds. Your greedy little cunt is just milking him dry, and he can’t hold back any longer.

Once you’ve both come down from your high, you stay connected like this for some time. Vergil presses his forehead to yours.

“I truly love you.”

You smile, “And I truly love you too.”

[intoxicated-chan]

✦ 𝟎𝟎𝟏 ✦ 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲...

© 2023 Intoxicated-Chan, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without permission. None of the photos used belong to me! Credits to @/cafekitsune for the divider!!

Series’ Masterlist // Wattpad Vers.

(A/n) // One thing I’m having trouble with is, will this be up to your guys standards? Will you guys be happy with the finally product? When it comes to posts like these, I always think twice and spend more time rewriting everything. But now I am like the final writing and I hope you guys as well. Thank you all for reading, and I thank you all. Also there are Saints Row references.

Content Warnings // The purchase of firearm ammo, guns, photo taking, mentions of scars…

Word Count // 1.3k

It was strange for a gun shop to open so late at night, but it was that time when I stepped in, that night when I finally met him…

“Welcome back.” The worker snickers at the blonde’s tired state, “Another rough night?” The blonde sadly nods as he walks into the employee’s room.

The next time, there was an accident. You were leaving the shop as he came in, you shoulder hit him, “I’m sorry.” You apologize.

“No worries.” He widely smiles.

And the next was when you finally got a better view of him. The worker and him were talking amongst themselves as you searched for a new gun, “So, I’ve already stocked most of the items, all you need to do is keep the ammo stocked up and dust. You didn’t do that last time.”

“Sorry.” He hangs his head in shame and then lifts it. He makes eye contact with you, waving with his prosthesis arm and with his usual wide smile.

You wave back at him. If you looked close enough, you could see a beauty mark under his left eye, he had orange round glasses that complimented his bright red jacket. His left arm seemed to be a prosthesis. There was just something about him that just spoke that this man was the embodiment of happiness.

“Vash!” The worker shook his shoulders, “Are you even listening to me?”

You couldn’t help but laugh when the blonde named Vash came up with an excuse for the last time he didn’t dust, “So, that’s his name. Vash.”

You slowly entered the shop, looking around for anyone but no one could be seen. You should’ve expected that when a small lamp was the only light source the shop had on at the moment. As you walked around, you let your index finger run over the table, collecting the forgotten dust. You rub it between your fingers before wiping it on your pants.

You see old weapons and materials left on shelves. You nearly trip on a plate, it clunks under your food. You pick it up and wipe the dust off it, looking over the design. It was carved into the plate. It was great and all but you were looking for someone.

Swallowing nervously, setting the plate to the side, “Hello?” Your voice sounded like a whisper, “Hello?” You try again, louder this time.

And this time, you could hear objects dropping, someone cursing as they made their way through the confusing placement of shelves. Slowly the voice got louder until the familiar man stood in front of you, “Welcome to Friendly Fire!” He stood proudly, arms crossed, and again, smiled widely, “How can I be of assistance?” Cocking his head to the side.

He radiates positive energy. Almost like a puppy, “I’d just like to buy some ammo.” You answer.

“Oh, then come with me.” He leads you to the register where he stands behind, “What kind of ammo would you like to purchase? We range from pistols to explosives.”

“Just a .44 and .45 Shepard.”

He hastily nods, typing a few things into his computer before looking at you, “May I see an ID?” You hand it to him. He takes a moment to look before handing it back to you, “How many?” He asks.

“Um, three for each please.”

He grabs his keys and opens the glass door, coming back up with the ammo in hand, “Here you go.” Typing a few more things, “And your total comes to $150, will you be paying cash or credit?”

“Cash.” Handing him the twenties and a single ten.

He takes the cash and counts, he pops open the register and places the cash in its place, “Would you like a bag?” Handing you the ammo, feeling his fingers slightly touch yours.

You shake your head, using your small bag to store the ammo, “Thank you.”

“No problem.” He smiles, “Have a wonderful night...” He watches you leave the store, “(Y/n).”

Now, you weren’t gonna say that you didn’t know the guy. It’s more like you come here as a regular, mainly because you have been training a good friend of yours. You only saw him when he was starting his shit, never ringing or helping you out until now.

‘How much of an idiot was I? Today was the perfect chance and I blew it!’

Vash very loudly whined like a beaten puppy. His head hitting the desk in defeat as his courage deflates. He was a fool.

But he perks back up, he’s quick to fix himself. With his head held up high and hair fixed, he’s again determined to try again.

‘All right, when I see her, I’ll try again.’

Vash jumps from behind a random shelf, “Welcome back- Oh no!” He catches your falling body but ends up falling with you, on top of you.

“Talk about enthusiasm.” You groan out in pain, hissing.

“I’m so sorry!” He apologizes, still on top of you. But he gets off, flustered and spitting out whatever appears to be an apology, “I-I didn’t mean to scare you!”

“I’m sure you didn’t.” Vash helps you stand.

“Um… I’m Vash!”

“I know your name.” You tell him, “I heard your co-worker say it, anyways, I’m (Y/n).”

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yes, yes, you can stop worrying now.”

As you dust yourself off, Vash fixes his hair and clears his throat. Once you finish, “So, are you here to buy more ammo?”

You shake your head, “I’m just waiting for a friend. She went back to the car to grab her ID. She should be here-”

“I’m sorry I took so long!” Meryl pants, holding out her ID, “I got it!” Before she could say anything to you, she saw Vash, “Vash? I didn’t know you were working here?”

Vash awkwardly chuckles, “I told you a few days ago.”

“Like I was saying, Meryl placed a package. We’re just here to pick it up and register it.” You explain to Vash.

Vash nods, now standing behind the register, “Can I get a name and phone number?” You stand back as Meryl tells him the necessary information. After the ID check, he looks through the mountains of packages until he finds the one with her name on it, “Here you go.” Handing it to her, “Anything else?”

“Nope. Thanks Vash.”

“No problem, Meryl.” He clears his throat again, “Have a wonderful night, you guys.”

“You too.” Meryl responds.

4:42 AM - VASH’S HOUSE

It wasn’t everyday Vash found someone he could love, partially due to how much he over-thought everything, which is why his partners never stayed. His brother wasn’t much of a helper, even though he knew Nai cared for him, Nai believed he didn’t need anyone.

Vash tiredly slips off his jacket, then his turtleneck. The predominant scars over his body outlined everything he hated, especially his prosthesis. The second reason no one ever stayed. They found it disgusting, repulsive, even more so since prosthesis was nearly if not his entire arm. They saw him as a liability, nothing more.

But he remembers when your warm fingers touched his, it made his heart race. And if he was being honest, he wanted to spend more time with you, but when he saw Meryl… It wasn’t jealousy, more like it found it strange that she was hanging out with you. But the more he thought about it, the more it made his heart ache.

He falls back on his bed, grabbing his camera, he clicks through the many photos he had taken of you. All of them were of you, not noticing the camera. He smiled, feeling his face heat up.

It made him feel better, afterall, you only lived a few blocks away from him.

Taglist // @themaskismyface ,

[fineprintedsunsets]

ʀᴀʏ ᴏғ sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ

Here's My Master-List &lt;3

Synopsis: You and Stephen establish a safe word, fluffy aftercare <3 + guilty Stephen wanting to make it up to the reader.

Word Count: 1.3k

!Trigger Warnings!

-fluff

-no specific oc

-a super short blurb

Your thighs are imprinted with Stephen’s fingertips, you can see them as your fingers wander over the marks, wincing at the stinging.

“You alright, baby-” Stephen’s eye grew wide as he saw your fingers, and the design of his own marking your flesh.

“Did I do that? I’m so sorry” He cradled your head against his muscled chest, the smell of sex still sticking to the air. You only laugh at his concern, although the marks do sting it was nothing he did on purpose.

“You tend to get a little rough during sex.” You smile against his chest, feeling his fingers wound through your hair, tugging ever so gently at the strands.

“I didn’t realize I hurt you, you have to tell me these things, baby.” Stephen's voice sounded like a whine, he was generally upset he had caused you even the slightest bit of harm.

You reach your arm around his neck, feeling him tense. “You didn’t try it Stephen, stop fussing.” But he was already up and out of bed, rushing to put his pants back on. Your bottom lip curved to frown at him, twisting your head in question.

“Where are you going?” You whimper, suddenly feeling cold without his heat to warm you, your body still naked under his covers. Stephen pulls his t-shirt on, running his fingers roughly through his hair in an attempt to straighten it out.

He comes over to your spot in bed, leaning over to place a small kiss on your forehead, making you feel just a bit lightheaded. “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.”

“Stephen!” You call, desperate to have him back in bed, with you, against you, in you.

“I love you!” You hear before the bedroom door closes, the gust of wind leaving you with a chill. A few moments later, the front door of the New York Sanctum.

I hope he’s not upset. You find yourself whispering.

۞

Stephen was upset. At himself. He must have got caught up in the moment, his tongue slipping in and out of you as you cried. But had he mistaken those cries for pleasure? Were they ones of pain and you didn’t feel comfortable enough to tell him?

He felt terrible. He should have listened, watched, asked. Buying your forgiveness wasn’t the best idea, but it’s the first thing he thought of. Stephen marched into the supermarket, grabbed a basket, and started to fill it with little things he thought you might like.

Guilt racked through him as he picked up a pink bear, which he knew was your favorite color, and plopped it into his basket, next to the dove chocolates and some a new restock on your favorite herbal tea. The chocolates were an immediate buy, more for him honestly. Stephen just loved the way you looked when your little mouth bit into the velvet candy, and how your eyes lit up when you read the messages inside the wrappers. It was the same stuff he usually bought when you were on your period, it cheered you up then, hopefully, it would do the same now.

A few more scans down the aisles had told him he had done all he could do with gifts, as he walked toward self-checkout, ignoring everyone who gawked and stared at him, his eyes caught on something special. Which he bought, but it was to remain a surprise until you opened the rest of your gifts.

Stephen settled for a nice pink basket and checked out, stuffing every inside it perfectly, and the gift he bought extra was hidden in his pocket. Stephen rang up his items, your gifts, and headed toward the doors of the supermarket.

He just hoped you weren’t upset with him.

۞

Almost an hour has gone by before Stephen came home, a pink basket in his hand and a smile. “Stephen..” You began, ready to protest. There was no need to get a basket full of lovely things.

He places a single finger against your lips, silencing your protest as he nudges the basket towards you. You take it with a relenting hand as he comes beside you, making the bed dip under your weight.

You go for the chocolates first, seeing they are your favorites. You look up at him and see a smile planted on his face, “I tried, baby.” Your heart almost broke at his tone. He blamed himself for something as simple as marks on your thighs, even if you told him it didn't matter. To him, it did.

“You did amazing-” You start, admiring the pink bear stuffed in the back, you pick up the stuffie to snuggle it against your bare chest.

“But I'm fine Stephen, you didn’t know.” You offer him a smile, feeling the softness of the bear against the dip in between your breast.

“I should have. Promise me next time you will tell me when I’m hurting you.” “Ok, I promise.” You place the bear down on the opposite side of you, picking up the herbal teas, and smiling as you scroll through the flavors. Lavender, Camomile, Mint. All of your favorites.

“Actually, I read online-”

“Uh oh.” You poke at him laughing, Stephen and the internet did not go well together. He catches your hand before you can do it again, forcing you to look up at him.

“I read online, some people use safe words during sex.” His scared fingers go to the blanket, rubbing your covered thighs.

“Is that something you would want to implement?” Stephen's fingers go to your chin, feeling the silver scars that run through his bones under your flesh, you smile.

“Yeah, I think that be a good idea.”

“Alright, do you have a word in mind?” He asks, his eyes boring into you. You take his hand from your chin, interlocking it with your own. Your eyes look around your bedroom, taking in the picture frames, your sheets, and your new gifts.

Your eyes fall onto something specific on your nightstand,

“How about alien?” Your fingers run over the alien keychain you received from Stephen on your first date, it was an odd gift, more of a mockery of the weird oddities you like to collect, but it meant the world to you. “Alien?” Stephen thinks for a few moments, before turning back to you with a smile.

“I enjoy that.” He finishes, You reach for him, and he joins you back in bed, his shirt disappearing with a snap of his fingers. Stephen pulls your naked body to him, settling you against his chest.

“Wait” You still, grabbing your new stuffie and bringing it to your chest as Stephen digs in the pocket of his sweatpants, making the bed tilt.

“Here, Open it.” He hands you a small silver box, and you hand him your bear to hold, which you’ve now decided to name Shortcake, due to its pink color.

“Stephen, the basket was already too much.”

“Just open it, baby.” Stephen’s accent falters, and you give in to his whine. Your fingers grip the end of the box and pull it open. Your eyes grow wide as you see what’s inside.

“Stephen..” You pull out the piece of gold jewelry, and on the very end of the chain dangles the word “Sunnanscima”. To anyone else, the word would make no sense. But to you and Stephen, the word was the foundation of your relationship, your whole heart.

Sunnanscima is the old English word for “sunshine”, or a happy person who brightens the lives of others.

“You are my sunshine,” Stephen whispers as his fingers graze the back of my neck, moving my hair out of the way.

“I love you.” His fingers are still as he takes the clasp from you, hearing the words that roll out of your tongue.

“I love you too.” He answers with a bright smile, unhooking the gold chain and motioning for you to hold your hair up.

“My little ray of sunshine,” Stephen whispers against your neck once the necklace is clasped around your skin.

“Your little ray of sunshine.” You finish.

[daxwritesstories]

New Nails

[A/N]: A little Ace and Cyra hypnosis drabble. Short read, ~1.3K words.

Cyra was in the middle of responding to one of her fans on twitter when Ace sat down on the ottoman, directly across from where Cyra was sitting on the couch. She knew what this meant. Ace wanted her full attention right away. 

Cyra immediately turned off her phone and set it down next to her. She looked at the femme but he wasn’t looking back at her, staring down at one of his hands instead.

“I got new nails today,” he said. He then held his hand out for Cyra to see. “Do you like them?”

A jolt of excitement shot up Cyra’s body and her face lit up as she got a closer look at the acrylics. Taking a risk, she gently put her hand under Ace’s fingers and pulled them closer. It turned out to be a safe move. Ace let her pull his hand right up to her face. He waited patiently for her response.

“They’re so pretty!” Cyra exclaimed. “And… so intricate. How did you get such a thin spiral pattern?”

Satisfied with the praise, Ace snatched his hand away. “I found a new nail tech and she’s a genius.”

Cyra sat back and fought the urge to try grabbing him again. Instead she fidgeted with her hands as she waited for Ace to continue. He was definitely going somewhere with this. It wasn’t normal for him to randomly fish for compliments from Cyra, she gave him enough already on her own free will. The anticipation about where this was leading made Cyra squirm and fidget.

“Anxious about something?” Ace asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Hm?”

“You’re fidgeting.”

“Oh, um…” Cyra trailed off, trying to come up with an explanation. She didn’t want to rush Ace, or make him think that she was trying to rush him. Thankfully, Ace came up with an answer for her.

“You’re wondering why I’m showing you my nails?” It sounded like a question but it wasn’t. Cyra knew better.

“I usually have to ask to see them,” Cyra agreed.

Ace smiled and examined his nails again. Cyra wondered what he was thinking about. Was he thinking about her? Did he ever think about her? Those were questions she never had the answers to.

“I’m going to teach you something, Cyra,” Ace explained. “I thought it would be easier for you to learn if you had something pretty to focus on. So I wanted to make sure you liked them first.”

As he spoke, Ace held up his hand in front of Cyra, slowly waving his slender fingers back and forth. They moved one after another, creating a ripple effect. A gentle wave of sparkling spirals. Cyra didn’t even have to try to focus on them, her eyes just naturally followed the movements.

“Good, you’re already fixating,” Ace praised.

Cyra let out a weak giggle. “They’re… pretty.”

“They are,” Ace agreed. “You’re going a bit wide-eyed looking at them. And you’re hardly blinking. Just so focused on how gorgeous my nails are.”

Cyra nodded in agreement. It was hard to focus on anything else.

“Your eyes are following every tiny movement I make with my fingers. And you’ll find that with each motion you’re tuning out everything else even more. Well, everything except me, of course.”

The femme’s words were all true. Everything except for Ace was quickly fading away around Cyra. The only thing that existed in her world at that moment was Ace. 

“You’re staying so focused for me,” Ace continued. “That’s good. You know that I’m the most important person in your life. That I know what’s best for you. So when I tell you to pay attention to every little sparkle and swirl, you listen. You notice the way they shine in the light. You can imagine how they would feel on the back of your tongue, how they would feel inside your throat.”

Cyra shivered. She could practically feel the light scratching and tickling sensations the nails would cause inside her. It almost made her gag and she had to swallow to relax her throat. Ace noticed this right away.

“Cyra, bring your attention back to the way my nails look,” he commanded. “Watch the way I move them. With each movement, you’ll notice your focus expanding.”

Ace flicked one of his fingers with a bit more intent than before. 

“You’re now more aware of my fingers…”

He flicked a different finger.

“My tattoos…”

Another flick.

“My skin…”

And another.

“Your focus is expanding to my entire hand. All the way down to my wrist, where the first two rows of triangles are. That’s where your focus ends.”

Cyra now knew exactly what to look at. Ace’s triangle pattern tattoos began right below his palm and the second row ended half an inch below that. And she could have told you that without even looking.

“Good, Cyra. Your gaze is exactly where I need it and it will not move until this lesson is finished. Pay very close attention to what my hand does here.” 

Ace slowly but deliberately brought his thumb up to meet his index finger. He then curled the rest of his fingers around his thumb, the tips of his long acrylics just barely tapping the skin. His wrist twisted ever-so-slightly until the inside was facing him. Then he relaxed his hand before repeating the motion. He repeated it a couple more times and Cyra watched carefully.

“Notice how each of my fingers curl,” Ace instructed. “Notice how my wrist turns and where it stops. Notice the speed of this motion. These are all very important things that I need you to remember for me.”

Ace kept doing the gesture over and over again. Cyra couldn’t take her eyes off of it. Even though it was such a simple movement, there were so many subtle details to look at. 

“When you see me do this with my hand, you will not be able to speak until I say your name,” Ace said. “In fact, if you were planning on saying something before you see me do this.”

Ace repeated the motion yet again.

“You will forget what you were going to say. And you will not be able to remember it, even after I say your name. I will repeat this one more time. When you see me -and only me- do this with my hand…”

He did the motion again.

“You will not be able to speak and you will forget what you were going to say, if you were going to say anything at all. When I, and no one else, just when I say your name, you will be able to speak again. Nod if you understand.”

Cyra felt herself nod.

“Perfect!” Ace praised. “Now, you may return your focus to normal in three… two… one.”

Cyra leaned back and glanced around the room. It wasn’t long before her attention went back to Ace though. It was just natural for her to stare at him.

“Do you remember what I said?” Ace questioned.

“Mostly..” Cyra replied, still a bit dazed.

“Can you repeat it to me?”

“I’m–” Cyra immediately closed her mouth when Ace quickly curled his fingers around his thumb, flicking his wrist a bit to the side. Cyra didn’t even try to speak again. She couldn’t remember what she was going to say anyway.

Ace’s expression remained unreadable. He was definitely observing her but it was impossible to tell what he was watching for or if she was doing what he wanted.

After a long moment of silence, the femme spoke again. “You were saying, Cyra?”

“Um.. I forgot.” Cyra couldn’t help but giggle. It wasn’t often that she lost her train of thought so when it did happen she found it amusing.

Ace smiled at her, seeming pleased about something.

[forever-rogue]

hiyaaaa👋🥺 love love your stories! I check your blog like I'm reading the news every morning hahaha. I hope you're feeling better with your cold, those are the worst🥺

I was wondering if you could write something about steven walking into his flat and finding his s.o dancing while they make dinner, just soft steven being like ✨im so lucky how did this happen to me✨ (even better if the song playing is London Boy for some cute teasing from steven)

AN | Thank you for being so kind! I hope you enjoy some softness and fluff! 🥰🥺

Pairing | Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 1.3k

Masterlist | Main, Moon Knight

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

It had been a horrible, no good, very bad day. Steven wasn’t one to complain but even he was pushed to his limits at times. And it took a lot to drive him to that point. 

It had all started that morning when his alarm didn’t go off and he woke up late after a night of tossing and turning. Sleep seemed to evade him lately and the dark circles under his eyes appeared to be perpetual. Yet he still usually managed to drag himself out of bed on time and get to work or whatever he had to do that day. But not today; he’d woken up almost an hour late, listening to the pounding rain tapping against his window. If you had been there he knew you would have woken him up, but this was one of the nights you hadn’t stayed over. 

Once he’d shrugged off the last bit of drowsiness, he’d dragged himself out of bed and took a quick shower, throwing on clothes, grabbing his bag and coffee and ran out the door. The first time he’d forgotten to put on shoes, which caused him to grumble under his breath as he ran back inside and slipped them onto his feet.

Out in the rain, his trusty umbrella had decided to succumb to age and a few holes seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. He’d tossed into the rubbish bin when he realized it would be no use. The bus was late, nowhere to be found, and it appeared that not a single taxi seemed to exist that morning. In a moment of haste and not wanting to waste more time he’d run to the museum. By the time he arrived he was thoroughly soaked and very late, which didn’t go over well with Donna. She ragged on him for almost fifteen minutes, despite his explanations and apologies. 

The brightest part of his morning was when you sweetly texted him good morning, my sunshine followed by a selfie of you with a cute puppy that came into the veterinarian’s office that you worked in. It had made his heart flutter and he practically melted into a puddle as he stared at your picture. How were you so pretty? Before he could get too lost in his musings of you, hordes of people seemed to come into the gift shop at once, throwing all sorts of questions at him.

He’d forgotten his lunch and when he’d gone to purchase something at the café in the museum, he realized his wallet was at home. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale he repeated to himself before stalking off to the breakroom in his still damp clothes, his stomach growling. You’d texted him a few more times, telling him to have a good day and that you’d see him tonight for date night. That alone was enough to put a smile on his face - he just needed to make it through the day and then he’d get to see your beautiful face again. He couldn’t wait to hug you, to kiss you, just to be with you. 

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

When he finally made it back to his apartment that evening, he was thoroughly done with everything. The rain had been continuous all day, just as heavy as it had been in the morning, and he was once again drenched. Unlocking the door, he was instantly on edge when he heard music playing in the kitchen - but quickly relaxed when he realized it was you. The spare key he’d given you really did come in handy.

You were so absorbed into whatever you were doing that you didn’t hear him come in. You were singing along to…was that Taylor Swift? Maybe - he remembered that you’d said you liked some of her music at some point. When he spotted you, his breath caught in his throat as a huge grin stretched across his features. There you were, wearing one of his hoodies and a pair of his boxers and socks as you shimmied about the kitchen. 

How? How on earth did he get so lucky to call you his? You were completely unaware of the reverent awe he watched you with, so unbothered and relaxed but still the most wondrous and ethereal being he’d ever met. And you were his, just as he was yours. He sighed dreamily, unable to take his eyes off of you as you carried on. You always claimed you hated how you sounded when you were singing, but to him it was lovely. Steven watched in silence for a few minutes until you turned around, suddenly aware of his presence.

“Steven,” his name was like the sweetest honey dripping from your lips as your whole face lit up at the sight of him. You darted over to him, throwing your arms around him without a moment of hesitation, “my love.”

“Hi,” was all he managed to choke out as you pulled back and gently kissed him. Oh. Oh. It was so easy to get lost in your touch and taste and he would have been a happy man if he continued to kiss you. You suddenly stopped when you carded a hand through his inky curls and realized his hair was wet - all of him was wet.

“What happened?” you took a step back and looked him over, a frown tugging down the corners of your pretty mouth, “oh poor thing! You’re soaking wet! Let’s get you out of these clothes and into a hot shower.”

“Bad day,” he managed to stammer out as you touched his face, gently stroking his cheek, “umbrella broke, no bus, forget my wallet, had to walk there and home.”

“Silly man,” you huffed with a light of laughter, “why on earth didn’t you call me? I could have picked you up or sent a cab your way.”

“Didn’t want to bother you…”

“You are never a bother, love,” you promised, leaning in and pressing your forehead against his. His eyes closed as he inhaled slowly, already feeling much warmer from your touch and gentle words, “please don’t ever hesitate to ask me for help, or anything. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he offered you a small smile before you kissed him again, “it’s just been…it’s been a horrible day if I’m being quite honest.”

“Well I hope I can make it better,” you whispered, “I made your favorites for dinner and found a movie to watch. Let me take care of you.”

“You don’t-”

“I wasn’t aware I asked a question,” you teased as he sighed in content. You started to push off his soggy jacket. He remained still and let you work, rendered speechless by your love, “we’re going to get these wet clothes off and then into the shower with you. I’ll have tea and dinner ready by the time you’re done. I’ll put a new towel and clothes in there for when you get out. Okay?”

“Okay,” he agreed as you started to gently nudge him towards the shower. He turned around and paused for a moment and studied you. Your face flushed with warmth under his watch but you couldn’t help but smile back at him, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Steven-with-a-v,” you promised, “now get in the shower and change before I do it for you.”

“Yes ma’am,” he kissed your cheek before started back towards the shower but before he slipped out of his sight, he grinned, “that wouldn’t have been such a bad alternative you know!”

“Off with you!” you laughed at the man you were so in love with, “and don’t get cheeky or argue with me!”

“Never!”

[plantsyy]

Café House

summary: you and Xiao work at a lovely café downtown. Late after the café has closed, you two stay behind to clean up until a certain song comes on the radio and makes you want to dance with the other barista...

pairing: Xiao x Reader

fanfiction includes: modern AU, café AU, slight mention of mental illness

word count: 1.3k+ words

song used: Opera House - Cigarettes After Sex

a/n: oho, my first post on tumblr. The fanfiction includes the song listed above, so I would recommend listening to it while reading, since it creates a pretty atmosphere~~ Cursive text indicates the reader’s thoughts or the song lyrics! :D

Ah, you stopped washing the porcelain plates as the next song started playing through the little radio, I know this one.

Your dreamy eyes scanned the environment until they landed on the other barista who currently had a broom in his hand and swept the floor in the sitting lounge slowly. There were some loose strains of his teal hair covering his face. They probably loosened from the little ponytail he had while cleaning the leftovers in the kitchen.

You could not help yourself but stared at him. Xiao’s usual look was so much different from what he looked like that afternoon. He wore the usual red and brown café uniform, yet two beautiful earrings with engraved waves still decorated his ears. You did not know why he found a liking to ear jewellery, but the earrings you gave him on your short Christmas Eve shift were still worn by the male up to this rainy day in the middle of spring.

You closed the water tap. Oh, how you would love to just grab Xiao’s hands and start dancing through the café together with him. You could imagine him being extremely confused at your happy gesture. 

Additionally: There were two ways this could play out. 

One being him getting absolutely embarrassed and not being able to face you for the next two days because of your silly temper…

Or…

Or he would actually give in.

Trying does not hurt anyone, right?

You put the little teacup you held in your hands down on the bar and made your way over to the amber eyed male. You were incredibly sure that even though your attempt at walking as quietly as possible was more than successful, the trained boy would still sense your sole presence as he always would.

He did not pay any attention to you standing behind him first and thought you were just messing around with him again, but as your two with rings covered hands laid down on the broom a few millimetres away from his own, his calm gaze looked up to meet your eyes already resting on him.

“Do you need any help?” he asked softly, almost inaudible to hear. This is a change of your colleague you have noticed as well. The first few shifts he worked in the café, he was much more harsh and reserved towards both you and every single customer, but now that he has gotten used to the café’s atmosphere, he seemed more relaxed and peaceful. 

You could not lie, you did not like-, you absolutely loved that part of him.

“No,” you exclaimed as quietly as he did, as if the two of you were sharing a secret. Your hands slid down the broom until they both rested on top of Xiao’s. He did not flinch away from the touch. Secretly, he wished the warmth of your hands could stay on him for much longer. “I just really like the song.”

“Mhm. It has something,” he leaned against the wooden table behind him, listening to the song you seemed to like so much. The lovely beat of the song remaining as warm as early spring in addition to the light drizzle hitting the large windows was enough for a short moment of inner peace. Adding your pleasant touch on his skin, it was a cure to any burden he had to carry.

Suddenly you interlocked your fingers with Xiao’s, yanking him to his feet fully out of nowhere. Confusion plastered the boy’s face as you started to sway with him from side to side slowly. “What are you doing?”

You hummed the tune of the song under your breath as a soft smile appeared on your lips. “Dance with me.”

You were right, the situation did indeed leave Xiao speechless. He had unquestionably never experienced a situation like… this. 

A faint shade of pink plastered Xiao’s cheeks almost instantly, but you did not point it out and lead him in the middle of the café instead, the broom he held dropping to the floor in the process.

I’ve got a love for you…

“I… have never danced before…” Xiao looked down at you nervously, afraid to ruin the moment, but you only put an index finger on top of his reddish lips.

I just can’t escape…

“Did you not mention that you would love to experience the feelings of a dancing person one day?” you whispered and Xiao could feel heat rushing to his cheeks again, considering you remembered him opening up to you about his desires earlier. You only chuckled. 

You leaned your head on his shoulder whispering the next part into Xiao’s ear, your smile only growing at the heat radiating from his face.

“Don’t worry,”

All of my love for you…

“Even though the scenery is far from perfect,”

Cuts me like barbed wire…

“I would gladly be your dance partner.”

“What do you-” without further hesitation, you pushed your body against the boy putting one of your hands on his shoulder while the other interlocked fingers with Xiao’s. Even though it happened in mere seconds, to Xiao the moment passed in slow motion.

Oh, I was meant to love you and always keep you in my life…

You rested your cheek against his own while slowly moving around the café, your laughter echoing through the empty halls like an additional source of music. You just moved to the rhythm of the song carefully, pulling Xiao along with you and that alone was enough to leave Xiao completely speechless.

It has been a while since Xiao saw you so happy again. Especially in the late winter months you used to be much more worn out, lacking enough sleep and walking around with red and puffy eyes regularly. You seemed so strong when he first started working at the café, giving every customer a bright smile while serving their corresponding drinks, yet your heart was very sensitive to every single negative word they used to say. 

It was as if your heart was made out of glass and your mind of stone.

But now in this very moment? You were the happiest you have ever been. Xiao could feel your heartening energy in the air, as it soothed his senses like it always did. Your sole presence was enough to make Xiao feel less tense and even a bit more… relaxed? Was this the right word to describe the feeling deep in his chest? Xiao’s shoulders relaxed and to his own surprise, he felt the corners of his lips curve up in a lovely smile.

Of course it did not go unnoticed by his dance partner.

“Aww! Is that a smil- ahahah!” you stopped moving for a moment to examine the amber eyed male’s smile further, yet in the exact same moment he put his two hands on your waist and raised you up carefully, making a little spin motion. You wrapped your arms around Xiao’s neck to stabilise yourself even further, almost pressing your forehead against his own as you hung in the air calmly. You looked down into Xiao’s golden, shining eyes, your gaze softening even further at the feeling of the boy’s slow breath on your skin. When Xiao softly set your feet back on the ground again, you still had your arms wrapped around him, your fingers massaging the back of his neck gently. Another laugh left your mouth. “Do that again! Please, please, please…”

“And what will I get for it in return?” Xiao slowly removed his hands from your waist in a teasing manner, making you let out a small pout.

The rain hitting the café’s large windows slowed down, only strumming an almost inaudible melody against the glass. You looked around the café, searching for something you could offer Xiao in return for another one of those spins. Your eyes landed on the white piano placed against a nearby wall and the first thought flooding your mind, was to play that one piece Xiao seemed to adore. The one you have written.

You looked down to your waist and reached down to lean Xiao’s soothing hands against it once again, your lips forming into a smile.

“Then…”

I was meant to love you…

“I would tell you I love you.”

[webangchan]

✜ live feed ✜ felix x fem!reader 1.3k words kinks and warnings: sub!felix, dom!reader, camboy!felix, felix wearing a skirt, dirty talk, minor degradation, cum eating, masturbation.

Running across his profile a month ago had been an accident, believe it or not. 

Your sleepless nights had been catching up with you, and the threat of another eight hours tossing and turning in bed was enough to make you want to pull your hair out. But what could you do? You’d tried practically everything: taking over-the-counter sleep aids, drinking warm milk, cutting back on caffeine, meditating - none of it seemed to help.

With the clock on your nightstand announcing it was nearly two in the morning, you knew you had to do something, anything. Your phone was tucked away in the other room so that you couldn’t check it every five minutes  -- another attempt at sleeping better -- so you hastily grabbed your laptop from the floor next to your bed. With just a couple of keystrokes, you had a familiar article open. If the first ten methods hadn’t worked, maybe the eleventh would.

“Masturbate!”

You had laughed at the time, but whether from exhaustion or desperation, you clicked over to your favorite x-rated website. Not wanting to waste another thirty minutes clicking around to find the perfect video, your impatience got the best of you as you clicked the first appealing thumbnail you saw. 

That’s how you found SubbySunshine’s live feed and ended up sleeping well for the first time in weeks.

And that’s why you kept coming back.

You watch eagerly as the guy in front of the camera runs his hands over his bare thighs, digging his nails into the soft skin as he goes. As always, the webcam is angled so that you only see him from the neck down. He’s too shy, too “innocent” to let anyone know what he does in the late hours of the night, he’s said before. 

But the way his right hand squeezes his bulge through the fabric of the skirt he’s wearing makes you have your doubts. 

Apparently other viewers think so, too. Sunshine, as he refers to himself, giggles when someone donates a large amount of gold and he reads the accompanying message. “What do you mean you don’t think I’m innocent?” he asks, trailing his hand up his lithe body and dragging his cropped sweater up with it before ultimately tossing it off-frame. “You don’t think I’m some type of dirty slut, do you?” 

His voice is deep, deep enough to have you rubbing your thighs together in anticipation. You’ve watched enough videos by now to know that Sunshine likes to take his time before getting to the good part. It’s not in a bratty way; it just seems like he wants to give his viewers their money’s worth. 

But you’re getting antsy. Deciding that it wouldn’t hurt to skip getting coffee and breakfast a few mornings next week, you send through twenty dollars worth of gold. “Let’s see what’s under those clothes a little faster, Baby,” you type, hoping the tip and the message will get his attention.

With another laugh, Sunshine runs his finger back down his abs. “Thanks for the gold, Cutie,” he says, running his hand over his cock again. “You’re so demanding, huh? Bet you’d love to be here with me, have me on my knees telling me what to do.” 

He drags his skirt up a little more, revealing the red tip of his dick while the rest remains covered. You’ve seen it enough times to know how pretty it looks, how delicate his hands look when they wrap around him as he gets himself off for your pleasure. 

Not that you’d mind seeing it again. He’s already got you hot and bothered, and you want nothing more than to watch him make a mess on his stomach or the skirt. Hell, you don’t want it. You need it.

“Like what you see?” he asks, almost as if he can read your mind. “I’d love to show you more, if you’d like. You know how much I love being a good boy for you.”

You don’t hesitate to send through more gold. You’re certain other viewers do too, but you can’t say for sure. You’re too busy tugging down your shorts and spreading your legs, wanting to get off just as badly as Sunshine does. 

His breathing labors a bit as he pulls the skirt up even higher, letting it rest around his waistline. He grabs some lube from a nearby nightstand, and as soon as he wraps a hand around his dick, he lets out a soft, contented sigh. He lets his head fall back, putting his neck on full display while still hiding his identity, short of the blond tips of his hair.

“Feels so good,” he says, stroking his cock up and down. “But it’d feel even better if you were the one doing it for me, wouldn’t it? Knowing you, you’d probably tease me for hours before finally touching me. Look how hard I’d be, all for you. So good to me.”

More gold comes rushing as Sunshine fucks up into his fist. You send some more yourself, telling him to use his other hand to play with his nipples. You’re not sure if he sees the message or not, but he must; before you know it, his left hand is pinching his nipple, giving torturous tugs. 

His actions have you rubbing yourself through your underwear, your panties soaked from what’s playing out in front of you. He looks so pretty - skin flushed, thin body trying to stay composed as he chases his high. 

“Tell me what you’d -- fuck, please -- do with me if I were with you,” he says, obviously slowing down for a few seconds to stave off his orgasm. “Want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”

A variety of comments come flooding in. “Would love to fuck that pretty mouth while you touch yourself.” “Bet that tight little asshole would feel good around my cock.” “Gonna come on your face and make you clean it up.”

They all give you ideas, but you have your own addition in mind. “Be a good boy for me and let me sit on your face while I play with your cock.”

As his pace quickens up again, Sunshine groans reading through the comments. “Yeah, use me. Just like that, like I’m your fucktoy,” he says. “Shit, ‘m gonna - gonna come all over myself, make a mess on this pretty skirt I just got. Fuck.”

You’re reaching your own high, and you’ve barely even gotten started. Between knowing your own body and listening to Sunshine get himself off, it’s easy to tip yourself over the edge. Your toes curl as the boy on screen spills onto his stomach and the skirt, letting out a whine in pleasure. 

Using two fingers, he scoops some up and brings it towards his mouth. Although you can’t see it, you just know the sight of him tasting his own cum is gorgeous, even if a bit depraved. You find yourself wondering how he tastes, wishing you were there to help him clean up.

As you clean yourself up, you can hear him telling his viewers that he needs to go now, wishing them a good night and sweet dreams. It seems genuine enough, and for a brief second, you wonder what he’s like outside of his livestreams. Is he really that sweet? That delicate? That submissive?

When you get back to your computer, ready to close it and call it a night, you notice a notification waiting for you. Figuring it must be someone from the live chat wanting to commiserate about having to get off to porn instead of having a partner to hook up with, you open it. What you’re expecting isn’t at all what you get, though.

“SubbySunshine wants to chat with you!”

[reputationmunson]

Right Where You Left Me

Summary: During a rough patch in their relationship, reader gives Spencer one last chance to make things right

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Angst w/ a (somewhat) hopeful ending

Content Warning(s): Breakup, swearing, mention of food, mention of alcohol, allusion to depression (Please let me know if I missed anything)

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Hi, everyone! This is my first fic and I hope you enjoy it! I wrote this in about an hour after listening to “Right Where You Left Me” by Taylor Swift, so it’s not the best and a bit rushed but I’m excited about it! 

I sit in the dimly lit restaurant, patiently waiting for him to show up and prove me wrong. Prove to me he still wanted me as much as he did when we first met. Ten minutes turned into twenty minutes and before I knew it, an hour had passed. I was still alone looking at the empty seat across from me, imagining he was sitting there looking at me with that doe-eyed look and a smile upon his face. I found myself slightly smiling at the fantasy before I was interrupted by the waitress.

 “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but if you don’t order something we’re going to have to ask you to leave. Are you still waiting on someone?” I gave a small chuckle before replying “Uh- no, I’m sorry. I’ll take the check to pay for the wine.” “Don’t worry, it’s taken care of.” She gives me a pity smile. 

He left me. He actually left me. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, though, things had been different for almost a year. We were less intimate, he was sleeping on the couch or at the office, and whenever he looked at me he no longer had that sparkle in his eye that always reassured that he would love me forever.I never would have guessed our forever would be this short lived. I shamefully walk out of the restaurant and I’m so embarrassed that all these people witnessed me getting stood up by a man I never thought could make me feel this way. 

How am I supposed to go back to our shared home? Would he be there? Maybe he got off work too late and is waiting to surprise me with flowers? My anticipation was too much to handle and I press the gas pedal with a bit more pressure, hanging on to the last string of hope I had. Unfortunately, my instincts were a bit off as I walk into what was once our happy home that was always filled with love and laughter that I never thought would end and now there was just an empty feeling. 

It’s colder than usual and without him, it already no longer felt like home. Spencer is, was, my home. I need to be in his arms. He was the only one that could put me together and he’s the one that is fucking breaking me. I don’t remember who I was before him besides a girl who had never been loved the way he loved me. The love you read about wasn’t something I believed in until I met him and now I’m right back to square one. 

I walk back to our bedroom to change into something more comfortable, but I stop when I see a piece of paper folded on the bed. I feel the tears forming before I even open it up. This was the last thing he touched and the last piece I have of him. It feels so delicate in my hand like it’s made of glass. I dread reading this. Our story is ending with a single piece of paper that lies in my hand. I take a deep breath and work up the courage to read the inevitable. 

Y/N, I’m a coward. I couldn’t even face you tonight to give you the proper closure you deserve. You deserve someone who is able to give you that, and so much more. While I was packing, I noticed your red dress was off the hanger and I’m assuming that’s what you wore tonight. That was always my favorite dress on you. I’m so sorry. So fucking sorry. I need you to know that I never have stopped, and probably never will stop, loving you. Sadly, love isn’t enough sometimes and I wish it really fucking was. Don’t think for a single second any of this is your fault. I could go on and on about how you deserve more than me, but I know you and you would fight me on that statement until you were blue in the face. I could write forever, but I should get going. I left you that cardigan of mine you like so much, the one I wrapped around you our first date. I don’t expect your forgiveness, but please never forget me. -Yours, Spencer. 

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I still think about it everyday. I think about him everyday. Five years later it still hasn’t escaped my mind. But, on the bright side, I only think about it for about half of the day instead of letting it consume my entirety. I felt pathetic. Everyone in my life was married, having kids, or getting promoted and here I was still holding onto this false dream that he would come back to me. I pretended that I moved on. I even lied about going on dates. What was the point? I already had the greatest love I could ask for. I would rather be alone right now than try to recreate what I had with Spencer with some stranger. 

I distract myself with the music on the radio, considering thinking of Spencer while driving was about as dangerous as driving while intoxicated. Moments later, I’m pulling into the grocery store. Maybe I’ll meet someone new here. The love of my life could be right under my nose, but I wouldn’t even know because I’m stuck in a delusion. 

I stroll the the cereal isle and laugh quietly at myself, realizing that the most exciting thing this week was trying a new flavor of cheerios. “This works” I whisper to myself as I throw the box in my cart and make my way down the isle. 

“Y/N?” I stop in my tracks. I know that voice. It’s the voice that never leaves my thoughts. I can’t turn around. Is he actually here? He can’t be. What are the odds of this happening? I bet he would actually know the statistics on that. I put on a fake smile and turn around. “Spencer! It’s been what? Five years? How are you?” I think I might be overdoing the friendliness. “Yeah five years, two months, and eight days.” He nervously laughs. “Still have that big brain, I see. And who’s this?” I was so distracted by his presence I didn’t even notice the literal child sitting in the shopping cart. 

“This is my son, Oliver, like the Charlemagne Knight from the twelfth century poem, Chanson de Roland. He’s turning two next month.” He smiles at his son in awe. “It’s my weekend with him. My ex and I are trying the whole shared parenting thing. It’s hard to be away from him” He continues. “I’m sorry to hear about your separation. I hope the note you left her was different from mine” I cringe as the words leave my mouth. “Sorry. Bad joke.” I add, causing us to laugh through the tension. “Ouch. I -uh- guess I deserve that” He looks down and shakes his head. “I should get going. It was nice to see you, Spence. I’m glad you’ve found happiness.” 

“Maybe we could grab coffee and truly catch up.I still have your number, unless you’ve changed it.” I shake my head in response to his last statement. “Um, yeah, that would be nice. Just don’t ask for your cardigan back” I joke and immediately regret letting him know I’ve held onto it all these years. “Of course not. You always looked better in my clothes than I did.” “Goodbye, Spencer.” It’s the last thing I say. I turn around and try my hardest to keep my composure. 

“Y/N, wait.” I turn back and meet his eyes once again. I can’t tell if I’m imagining it or if the sparkle in his eyes is back. “What about you? Are you happy?” There is a sincerity in his voice. “Yeah. I am.” I lie, hoping it was convincing enough for him to not question it and we went our separate ways after sharing a final smile.

My mind is having a thousand thoughts a minute. Spencer had a baby. Not only did Spencer have baby, he had another relationship. I didn’t expect him to wait around like I was, but I really didn’t expect to get hit with all this at once. All the things I wanted, needed, with him had already happened with someone else. He had moved on with his life and I was still right where he left me. 

[parkerslatte]

Having Your Baby [two]

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: Spencer gets released from prison, he can finally hug his wife Y/N and he is over the moon when she has begun to show a small baby bump.

A/N: Originally I wasn't going to write a part 2 for this but @iamwarrenspeace inspired me to write a part 2 and its adorable. So thank you for the inspiration :)

Part One

MASTERLIST

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Y/N sat at her desk waiting for JJ, Penelope and Luke to return. Spencer had been released from prison today and Y/N couldn’t wait to hold him in her arms. She had visited him a few more times after she had told him she was pregnant, however after the fourth visit, Spencer requested that she didn’t visit him anymore. He didn’t want to cause her stress seeing him in the conditions he was in. Y/N objected at first, arguing that she was already stressed with him being in prison.

It had been a couple of months since Y/N had last visited Spencer and she was eager to see him - especially since she had begun to show a baby bump. She couldn’t wait for Spencer to see. 

“He’ll be here soon.” Emily said sitting in a chair next to her. 

“I know. I just can’t wait to see him.” Y/N stated, lightly placing her hands against her bump.

“Do you know how happy he’s going to be once he sees you?” Emily started, “He’ll be the happiest man in the world.”

Whenever Emily had visited Spencer, Y/N would always write a note for her to read out to Spencer. Most of the time, Spencer would cry, all he wanted to do was get out of prison and hold his wife in his arms and never let her go. Emily could see the genuine and unconditional love the two had for each other so she was even as excited as Y/N to see him out of prison and in Y/N’s arms. 

Emily’s phone went off with a text from Penelope. She looked at it and smiled, “They’re coming up in the elevator. Go.” 

Emily gestured for her to go to the elevator. Y/N got up from her seat and went to stand by the elevator. She reached up to her necklace which had Spencer’s wedding ring on it. The ring had been there ever since he had been put in prison. She would always reach up to it for comfort. 

Spencer stood in the elevator with JJ, Penelope and Luke. He anxiously watched as Luke pressed the button that would take them up to their floor. To Spencer, it felt as if the elevator was moving in slow motion. He wanted it to move faster so he could get to Y/N. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the elevator doors opened. 

Y/N let out a small gasp as the doors opened to reveal her husband. Her hands came up to cover her mouth as he stepped out. Spencer immediately stepped over to Y/N and wrapped her up in a hug and pulled her in tight, burying his head into her neck. He was afraid that it was all a dream and he would wake up with a start in his prison cell. However it was all real. He was holding Y/N in his arms. 

Y/N gripped the back of Spencer’s shirt and her other hand held the back of his head. She felt herself begin to cry. After many months of not being able to hold Spencer, he was here and safe in her arms. Y/N felt Spencer begin to shake - he was crying as well. All of the emotions that had built up in him for the past months broke like a dam. He didn’t care for any onlookers, all he cared about in that moment was the woman he was holding in his arms.

JJ, Penelope and Luke looked at the reuniting couple. Penelope had tears brimming her eyes at the interaction. She had stuck by Y/N the entire time Spencer had been in prison. She was there to help with anything Y/N wanted, she even stayed with Y/N when she needed it. Penelope was happy that her two friends had finally reunited. Penelope felt an arm placed on her back before being led away, letting Y/N and Spencer have some alone time. 

Y/n was the first to pull back from the hug, resting her forehead on Spencer’s. For the first time in a while, she took a good look at him. The bags under his eyes had become even more noticeable and his hair had grown. He also had a little bit of a stubble. Her hands came up to his cheeks and wiped the tears away from his eyes as he looked at her lovingly. 

“Hey.” Y/N whispered.

“Hey.” Spencer said smiling. 

Spencer looked down at Y/N’s stomach and his eyes filled with tears once again. She had a small baby bump that was a lot more noticeable from the last time he had seen her. He hated that he couldn’t be there for her through the first part of her pregnancy. The tears fell freely now as Spencer thought of different scenarios that might’ve happened when he was in prison. There were multiple instances where he could have died, leaving Y/N alone with their baby. The team might not have proved him innocent so he would be behind bars and not able to be there and raise his child. 

Y/N noticed Spencer looking down at her bump while the tears ran down his cheeks, “Hey, shh, it’s okay, it’s okay.”

She pulled Spencer in for another hug as he continued to cry. Her hand ran through his hair, lightly pulling out any knots.

“I wish I could’ve been there for you.” Spencer mumbled into her shoulder.

“You can’t blame yourself, okay? You can’t.” Y/N said softly.

“But if I didn’t go to Mexico-”

“You were getting medication for your Mom. What happened in Mexico was awful but you were doing something that would help another person,” Y/N soothed, “Listen to me Spencer. None of this was your fault. None of it. You’re here now and we’re getting the son of a bitch who framed you.”

Y/N pulled away from the hug and wiped the tears away from his eyes once more, “Now all I want to do is see your smile.”

Spencer smiled at Y/N’s words before looking down at her stomach again. His hands moved from her back to hold her stomach lightly. His thumbs rubbed over it, “Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?” He questioned.

Y/N shook her head, “I wasn’t going to know without you there. But Penelope does know, she came with me and begged the doctor to tell her, I’m surprised she had kept the secret that long.”

Spencer let out a small chuckle before dropping to his knees in front of Y/N. She was confused by what he was doing until he began talking, “Hey little one, I’m your dad.” Tears immediately sprang to Y/n eyes.

Words directed towards their baby came tumbling out of Spencer’s mouth. Y/N stared down at him with an adoring smile on her face. He finished off talking by pressing a kiss to her bump before standing to his full height. He wiped her tears away before capturing her lips by his own for the first time in forever. 

Y/N melted into the kiss. Every time she kissed Spencer, it felt like she was falling in love all over again. She felt like a giggly school girl after their first kiss. It felt magical. She pulled away for a moment to look in his eyes before smiling and kissing him again, making up for lost time. 

Spencer pulled away and Y/N’s lips chased after his, causing him to let out a chuckle. He cupped her face in his hands, thumbs lightly ghosting over her cheekbones. He leaned his forehead on hers and she held lightly onto his wrists, thumbs rubbing over the insides of them. 

“To reiterate your statement from last time,” Spencer whispered, “We’re going to be the best damn parents there are.”

[voxmortuus]

Stalking Target

PAIRING: Stalker!Hannibal x F!Reader

UNIVERSE: Hannibal

SONG CHOICE: Animals - Marooon 5

WORDS: 1.3k

SUMMARY/PROMPT: Anon Prompt Request: Could I have a Hannibal x reader where he stalks the reader as he finds them interesting, but during the day reader avoids him at all costs bc he makes them feel small. The reader sees him one night and pretends not to know, the next day was an off day and they decide to leave the house but when they come back in the dead of night, Hannibal is there. Whatever happens next is up to you 🤗 thank you very much if you write this!!!!!!

NOTE: I left the ending very open, though non-consensual is implied, it is up to the reader to decide what happens in the end. I tried to stick as close to the request as possible. I felt the reader should be female at this moment, it stuck out to me the most, I apologize if this isn't what you were having in mind, but it's what was flowing through me at that moment. Outfit for reader is linked. I hope you enjoy it.

Trigger Warning(s): Stalking | Mild Language | Implied Non-Consensual Adult Situations | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this...

IMAGE CREDIT: Google I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP OF THESE IMAGES. If these are yours or you know who the creator(s) is please INBOX me and let me know. Thank you.

My Master Masterlist | Hannibal Masterlist | Taglist | PART TWO

REQUESTS: OPEN

Watching, he's always watching. Day, night, he always knows where you are. He's always one to know where to look. Knowing your schedule, it was easy for him, maybe even too easy. You avoid anything during the day- you even got a new job working from home. It was becoming too much, the walls closing in on you.

Today had to be something different; you needed to venture out, to explore, to live. You needed something fun in your life, even for one moment. You wanted to remember what it was like out there; it was this need that you had to fill. Making plans, you were going to ignore him. You were going to pretend you didn't see him. Today was that day.

Waking up, you hop in the shower, follow your morning routine like you do every day. Shower, meds, and vitamins, style your hair, put on some makeup, get dressed. You opt for a cute black romper, a black hat with your favorite black purse with fringe, and black strappy sandals. You let out a heavy breath and look yourself over, nodding- you grab your keys lock your apartment, and head out for your day.

You know he's across the way, sitting reading the paper. A sigh escapes your lips, and you head down the sidewalk to the cafe. You decide you're going to treat yourself to your favorite iced beverage and a pastry of the day, a blueberry cream-filled croissant. Taking a seat by the window, you look down at your phone, looking outside, and notice he didn't follow you. A small sigh of relief fell from your lips.

Why was he so insistent on being around you? The way he made you feel was this tiny, vulnerable thing, and that wasn't what you wanted. You didn't even know how to express that, and the police were out of the question. Your hair on your neck would stand on end, would make your dreams weird, and any noise or knock on your door sent sheer panic through your veins. But today, you weren't going to let that bother you.

After you finished your croissant and decide to head to a few stores, the book store being your first stop, looking for anything interesting. The only thing interesting was the cashier who decided he wanted to flirt with you. You ended up buying something anyway, some Anne Rice book. Heading out with a new book and his number.

After your book shop adventure, you had decided you needed some new leggings. Your favorite store was just a little way down. Stepping in, you look around and smile, shooting a wave to the cashier, and start to browse. You let your day proceed without any worry.

Hannibal had been sitting outside, watching yet not. At this point, it was more of a routine for him. Reading his paper, he had turned the page, reading the obituaries. Chuckling a tiny bit, he looked down at the end of the page and back up to spot that you had left, and he watched you walk away.

Standing up, he folded his paper, sticking it under his arm, looking both ways before crossing the street. Looking up at your building, he makes his way inside and up to your apartment floor; looking at the door, he smirks as he reaches into his pocket and picks his way in.

Closing the door softly behind him, he locks it and finds himself in your kitchen. Taking it upon himself to do your dishes in the sink, a cup, and a small plate. Placing them on the drying rack, he drys his hands off on the hand towel on the stove and puts it back.

Looking around your apartment, he walks further in, observing the odds and ends, your writing on the open notebook by your computer, the photos on the wall. As he continues to walk through your home, he finds your bedroom. Looking over the bed, neatly made, your medications and vitamins sitting on the bedside table. Picking up a few bottles, he arches his brow and places them back down.

His fingertips graze the blanket on your bed as he makes his way to your closet. He stops and watches out the window for a moment. Watching the people outside as they argued, a soft chuckle escaped his lips, shaking his head. His right hand reached out and opened your closet door. Looking at the drab colors of clothing, he closed it.

Eventually, he made his way to the bathroom. Looking over the various odds and ends, your makeup, your face wash, your towels, how neat and tidy your bathroom was. He departed from the bathroom heading back to the living room. Hannibal sat in a corner near no windows and sat there, waiting for you to come home.

Looking at your phone, you decide it was time to head home. 11:06pm was what was read. You catch a cab, and the cab brings you home. Paying your fair and climb out of your car and make your way inside.

Unlocking your door, you walk in, close the door behind you. Deciding to go do your dishes after putting everything down, and notice they were already done. Maybe I already did them. You tell yourself you shrug it off and walk into your bedroom and strip down, throwing on a pair of loose-fitting sweat pants and a loose oversized tank top.

Heading to your living room, you turn on a desk lamp and open your laptop and take a seat. Looking at the bright screen as it powers back on from sleeping, you let out a soft breath. Looking over the screen, you type in your passcode and rub your face leaning back.

You hear a clearing of a throat, and you gasp. Looking around spooked, you see this pair of eyes in the corner of the room; you rub your face again. You are hoping that you imagined things, but that wasn't the case. Hannibal was really here, really sitting in your living room waiting for you.

"What the fuck are you doing in my home?" You growl, standing up.

"Sit down, Y/N. Don't get too loud."

"No, you don't have the right to order me around. Get the fuck out!"

"Don't be hasty, Y/N, take a seat, talk to me." He pleads.

You shake your head and ball your hands into little fists of anger and clench your jaw. "I said, get out!" You yell.

"I told you not to get loud." He gently stated, standing up.

"I DON'T CARE! YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE IN MY HOME! GET THE FUCK OUT BEFORE I CALL THE POLICE!" You scream.

"And tell them what? You saw a strange man in your home? With what you take every day, they won't believe that. Especially if they find no one in your home. So think wisely, Y/N." You didn't like his tone, it was condescending, and it seemed snooty, and you wanted to smack the look right off his face.

"Fuck you, GET OUT!" You scream again.

Shaking his head, he looks at you, "I warned you. I just wanted to merely talk. You wouldn't even give me that. I just want your company." His tone was gentle, soft, and dark at the same time. It was like his eyes went black. He stepped closer to you, and you grew nervous.

Looking at him, watching as he approaches you, your nerves got the better of you. You went running towards your bedroom, but he quickly grabbed your wrist and yanked you close to him as he covered your mouth. You try to bite his hand, but he was quick to prepare for that.

You stomp on his foot, and his knee buckles a moment, but by the time you go to slam your door, he is right at your heels. His hand slammed against the door, pushing his way in, locking it behind him. He stands here, looking over you as you back yourself against the wall. He towers over you, looking deep into your eyes.

"I warned you, Y/N. You really would have wished you listened by the time I'm done with you." Hannibal tells you.

[dilexit]

Prologue: To be 12 years old

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✎Wilbur x GN!Reader

✎Word count: 1.3k

✎Summary: Where it all began and where it went wrong (kinda)

"Hey Wil can you believe in six years we'll be 18," Y/n said. The two were laying on the floor of Wilbur's bedroom staring up at the plastic stars on the ceiling watching the greenish glow slowly die down.

"Is it really only six years away?" Wilbur questioned starting to sit up and turn the lamp on. His steps were careful to not bother his twin brother sitting and reading in the bed next to his. Y/n nodded as they also started to get up and checked the time on their brand new phone. The clock only reading 7:00 pm they knew they could stay longer.

“That seems way too soon,” Wilbur sat on the edge of his bed looking and sounding a little lost in thought, “We need to do like a count down or something like that to make sure we don’t waste the next six years!” Wilbur blurted, causing Techno to turn and give him a look. Wil promptly apologized and looked back to Y/n.

“I saw in a TV show once there was a list in a magazine of thirty people under the age of thirty. What if we did a list of 18 somethings before we turn 18?” Y/n proposed, and Wilbur thought about it for a second before he broke out into a huge grin

“What if it’s 18 things we do before we turn 18?” Wilbur asked and Y/n smiled back at him.

“I love it!” They said a little too loud causing Techno to butt into their conversation.

“No one ever ends up actually finishing those bucket list things. You guys are just wasting your time,” the pink-haired twin said without looking up from his book. Y/n let out a huff of air and crossed their arms shaking their head slightly.

“But Wil and I will finish ours, we'll be the first people to do it no matter what,” Y/n declared and Wilbur stood up with them agreeing.

“Fine I won’t stop you but I will say I told you so,” Techno said before going back to his book. Y/n grew up closely with the Soot brothers so they didn’t take much offense to Techno's pessimist attitude. Philza had always said he would grow out of it someday and when Tommy showed up the twins started to spend much more time together messing around with their younger brother. Y/n glanced out the door of the twin's room seeing the closed door to Tommy’s room when an idea hit them.

“One of our items has to be to scare the shit out of Tommy,” they giggled.

“Yeah that would be so fun,” Wil laughed in agreement, “Oh you should make a short film out of this with your new fancy camera.” He added while walking over to the desk and grabbing a piece of lined paper scribbling the title “Wilbur & Y/n’s Ultimate Bucket List (18 things to do before we turn 18)”. And that's how the rest of that night went. They came up with 18 things they thought were necessary to accomplish before they turned 18 but like most things Techno was right because the list was lost under new papers in a matter of days and left the two teens' minds without a single item crossed off.

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“Boys, when did your room become such a mess?” Philza shouted into the room where the two 15-year-old boys could be found doing their own things. Wilbur at the desk softly strumming chords on his guitar then writing them down on a stray piece of paper and Techno typing up quotes from the book The Art of War into his computer for some sort of project.

“It’s mainly Wilbur’s besides I’ve asked him to clean up his stuff but he never listens. Do you see all his music, it's everywhere,” Techno complained, just like his dad had predicted he lost the monotone pessimistic attitude from his younger years and now was very openly opinionated.

“Doesn’t matter, you two share this room, you two will clean it up.” Philza paused glancing over at the twin sat in the corner paying very little attention to his father. “That means both of you, so put down the guitar Wil,” Phil spoke sternly, yet not mean as he walked up to the brunette son ruffling his hair and grabbing the instrument from his grasp.

“Dad no fair give it back,” Wil whined standing up. He had just passed his dad's height and at age 15 he stood at around 6’1 with doctors predicted he had a few more inches to grow. Wilbur never stopped growing in the past few years from being one of the shortest boys in his grades to having to buy new pants every few months because he grew again.

“Techno's right there is paper everywhere you’ll get this back once you pick it up and go through it. I want you to throw the unfinished pieces of music out and only keep the ones you’ll continue ok,” Phil made eye contact with Wilbur who sighed

“Fine, I promise. Come Techno I’ll take the papers on the floor and under my bed if you just do the two stacks on the desk,” Wilbur bargained.

“Fine I’ll make a stack of the longer songs that you might want to keep but I’m throwing away the ones that are only two lines,” Techno agreed to Wilbur’s deal and Phil left the room glad his kids listened easily. The boys were working on their respective sections of the room when Techno found a paper that wasn’t an unfinished song or anything musically related. Techno let out a low chuckle after reading the title

“Hey Wilbur look what I found,” He taunted holding the paper and dangling it in the air

“What is it? I can’t tell,” Wil asked with an eyebrow raised

“It’s Wilbur and Y/n’s ultimate bucket list. You know the 18 things to do that you vowed you would do. Here it lays untouched 12-year-old Y/n would be so disappointed,” Techno teased and Wilbur knew it was all in good fun but still felt like he had let Y/n down somehow so he grabbed the list from Techno and rushed out of his room running down the stairs.

“Hey get back here Wil,” Techno made a half-hearted attempt at getting Wilbur to stop but he didn’t care enough to actually run after him. Wilbur ran past Tommy and Phil who were sitting on the couch ignoring his father's protests before hollering.

“I’m running to Y/n’s house!” and he hopped on his bike making his way to his best friend's house. Once he got there and showed them the list the two spent the rest of the year trying to finish up the few list items they could do without having to drive as neither of them had gotten their license yet. After a few months, they did 5 of the bucket list items and Y/n was sure to film it on their beloved Canon camera they got when they were 12. Summer came and left and after getting their driver's licenses’ during junior year they were able to knock out 4 more bucket list items. The hope was to finish them that year but Y/n got into the advanced cinematography program at their school and Wil was in the music program. The list was once again forgotten and the two were still best friends but at 17 years old, the list didn’t cross their minds. As Seniors, it was the major film projects that had Y/n occupied and Wil with his music projects. Football games, pep rallies, and senior prom took the place of water balloon fights, movie nights, and three-tier cakes. All while Wilbur’s 18th birthday is slowly creeping up with 9 more items to check off a list buried behind who knows what in the back of Y/n’s closet.

tags: @daninotfound-alt @chlorofume @reverse-iak @kiritokunuwu @boiled-onionrings @momo-has-a-gun

[binniedeactivated]

Little¡!  || txt 🍼

✎𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫!𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐱 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲

✎ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞

✎ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕; 1.3k

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺; 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆!𝒕𝒙𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝑴𝑫𝑳𝑩, 𝑨𝑩𝑭, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔. 𝑰𝒇 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆. 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒕.

𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕; I was thinking of this one request i had for a little!txt request (again, not sure if I sent this in or not ashnn): it’s more of a baby! or toddler!txt x mommy! reader (but you can change it to little! x caregiver! if you like!) so it’s basically where taehyun is scared of thunderstorms but wants to be a big boy and show his older brothers he can sleep on his own. but obviously he can’t 🥺 so he uses his baby brother Kai as an excuse to sneak into his mom’s room for cuddles?

❝ [ @𝒃𝒖𝒈𝒔𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆] 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇...

it was that kind of night again.

the nights that taehyun hated. It was storming outside and the rain was beating the glass of his bedroom window. He swallows watching a flash of lightening streak across the darkened sky. With a flash came a loud clap and a roar that was loud enough to make taehyun shrivel underneath his blankets.

it's going to be okay. it's okay. taehyun tried his best to assure himself but his nervousness was raising his body temperature thus making the air underneath the blankets hot and thicker than he expected. He could barely breath under there but it was the closest to the feeling of safety that his mommy gave him.

"tyun you aren't scared are you?". yeonjun teases with his arms folded behind his head. his bed was across from tyun's like how soobin's was across from gyu's. Kai's bed was right beside tyun's but his bed was also vacant, as kai often made it his duty to cuddle with his mommy on nights like this.

something tyun wished he could do.

"Of course he is, look at him. he's hiding!". soobin chimes in. he smirks a little when he sees the small boy peaking from the blankets trying to mask his fear as best as he could. "you know if you're scared you can go in mommy's bed with kai. the hyung's are okay in here". yeonjun adds knowing full well tyun was scared shitless. Yeonjun's comment left a feeling of distress washing over his younger brother's small frame. Thunder rolled across the sky yet again and he trembled at the sound feeling his bladder become weak. "hey! I'm a hyung too. I don't need to be in mommy's bed". he lied. He swallows at the sound of the rain coming down much harder this time around. The splatter of water made him squeeze his legs together tightly, the last thing he wanted was to ruin his bedsheets and pajama shorts over this. "oh because if you need mommy's bed you're not a big boy. that makes you a baby". gyu responds, joining in on the teasing from his own bed. "I am a big boy! I'm in my own bed aren't I?".

"barely. your head isn't even out of your covers all the way". soobin points out. taehyun hesitantly sticks his head out a bit more, not even realizing that himself. His grips his blanket firmly with his clammy fists. "Leave me alone hyung. I can sleep in my own bed. You guys stop messing with me!". they all snicker in laughter at his sudden outburst. Each of them turn over, getting comfortable. "yeah who are we kidding?". yeonjun teases, "taehyun is a big boy like us". watching each of them get comfortable was like a nightmare for taehyun who usually had kai to talk to him throughout his nightly endeavors. Call him a loser all you wanted but he enjoyed conversing with his baby brother. He was precious and he always tried to protect taehyun even if he was younger. But if this is what being a big boy meant, learning to sleep alone then he would have to learn to adjust.

He settled in his blankets watching the silhouettes of his older brothers drift off into their own slumber. Taehyun found the concept insane, being able to sleep comfortably with thunder and lightening flashing through the bedroom windows. It was scary to watch, especially with the weeping willow tree grazing his window. In the daytime, the tree was his friend. he often sat under it to read, climbed up it with kai on sunny days and eat ice cream, and if it's safe to tell you, sometimes he talked to it when he had troubles that he didn't want tell his brothers about. He imagined it was like a grandpa, listening and nodding wisely whenever he expressed his feelings. At night though, and especially during storms he grew scared of the papa willow tree he often found comfort in. It looked angry when it was waving like that in the thunderous breeze, like the branches was reaching out to grab him at any given moment. The thought alone made his heart tank.

you can do this tyunnie. you can sleep. nothing is going to hurt you.

try telling that to the sky, taehyun thought. The thunder rumbled above him and surges of lightening fell across it in his wake. The breeze whirled, so much that the tree actually looked like it was winding back this time. Taehyun felt his heart stop at the sight, each of the branches waiving back long and thin in the light blue void. Taehyun braced himself allowing his conscience to draw a face on the tree bark, one that scared him enough to where his bladder let loose. One by one the branches were coming towards him which led him scurrying out of his bed and into the hallway with a high pitched whine.

tyun couldn't help himself anymore, he was a wimp. Not just that, he just peed himself. The warmth of his fresh tears made his cheeks rosy, his face flushed a cherry red as he cried right in the hallway. Right in the middle of the puddle he was making beneath his feet.

great. just great. he thought.

"tyunnie? what's the matter what happened?". his mommy saw her little boy with his arms over his small face crying, his black shiny strands covering his forehead. he tries his best to look at her with clear eyes but every single time he spoke a knot would form in his throat and he would start crying again. He hated this. He hated feeling like a baby but he was scared. She took her thumbs and dried his tears from his cheeks. she could tell that whatever the problem was, taehyun didn't want to talk about it.

"How about we get you cleaned up okay?".

taehyun was grateful for that, grateful for her. grateful that she gave him a bath that night and told him stories about the things she used to do during thunder storms when she was his age, like read books and play outside. taehyun thought it was crazy that she even left the house during a time like that but that's one thing he loved about her. she was fearless. "you were never afraid of thunderstorms mommy?". taehyun asks while she washes around his ears. "nope, never. I never thought of it as something to be scared of. It was interesting to me". taehyun nodded to himself. "why tyunnie? are you scared of thunderstorms?". he quickly shook his head. "no never! I was just curious that's all". she smiled to herself, finishing up washing his face.

when he was all dry and now in clean clothes she bends to kiss him on his cheeks. the softness of her lips always made him blush. It was obvious whenever taehyun blushed, his dimples waded deep in his cheeks. "I love you tyun. I want you to sleep well okay?". sensing that she was about to leave he clamps his tiny hands around her wrists. "mommy is it okay if I sleep with you tonight? I like talking to kai kai before bed". he lied, well kind of. He liked talking to kai but he was also afraid to sleep alone. She obliged, taking his hand and leading him to her room.

Words couldn't describe how safe he felt within the comfort of his mommy and heuning kai on her huge bed and fluffy blankets. "Hi hyung! are you sleeping with us tonight?". kai smiled brightly in his pink onesie, more than happy to see his brother. Tyun nods with a small smile. His mommy cuddled them both, allowing their heads to sink onto her chest. She had put on a cartoon for them to watch and all of tyun's fear and anxiety left his tiny little heart. He heard thunder and saw all kinds of lightening but it no longer phased him.

If this made him a baby, maybe tyun didn't want to be a big boy after all.