ACHING TO TOUCH HER
- request
an: based on my experience, don't take it too serious, just some comfort for those insecure (specifically about the body)
ABBY ANDERSON
⋆ would learn to recognize when you're not feeling the nicest and would tell you immediately how pretty you look
"stop looking at yourself in the mirror, you look nice" your hands, resting on your stomach just som seconds ago, moved to the sides of your body. You didn't feel comfortable enough with the clothes you were currently wearing, there was something odd.
You shifted your eyes towards her, taking a deep breath "just nice?" "shut up, come here" her arms extended, making space for you to crawl to her into a very comforting hug, probably what you needed.
⋆ understands how stressful it can be to have those thoughts so she's always patient with you whenever you're having a tough day.
⋆ kisses on your temple whenever you seem off, zoning out while you look at yourself on any reflection, whenever you seem physically uncomfortable, whenever you say words not so nice about yourself. She finds her way to comfort you.
⋆ she's completely in love with everything that makes you, you. Your hair, eyes, nose, strength, size, height. Anything she adores about you because it's you.
⋆ notices the smallest changes on you and compliments them, always.
"your hair looks different today, I like it"
⋆ she knows you, a lot. Would always let you know what looks good on you, what you should try, what changes you should do. And would always be so tender with her words.
"Saw this the other day, though it'll look good on you"
⋆ finds your glasses the sexiest thing ever. Your hair, she adores it, she definitely learns to take care of it properly, to help you comb it, she takes her time with you. Your stomach, she can't help but put her hands on you whenever you wear tight clothes, the way it looks it's the most hot shit she's ever seen and she has to touch it. Thighs, ass, boobs, anything like that, no matter the size, she needs her hands on it, specifically on public.
⋆ has to let you know with actions how much she loves everything about you and your body.
⋆ she finds stretch marks hot so... yeah
⋆ any freckles and moles you have she counts them, memorize them, god she's in love with ur body.
⋆ "pretty girl"
DINA
⋆ she's always calling u lots of compliments. Ass gurllll so, wearing something tight? She'll let you know how hot you look and how much she adores you in that.
"What?" You murmured once you realize how she was practically eye fucking you. She just laughed, shrugging her shoulders "nice ass"
You kept on wearing those jeans, just for her.
⋆ likes showering with you and telling you how much she loves every inch of your body. Cuddling and resting her hands on your stomach or run her fingers trough your arms as she murmurs how gorgeous you are.
⋆ can tell when you're off but gives you space or directly asks you what she can do to help/ does something about it.
"Hey... babe, come here, yeah?" You've been a while just looking at the wall. Today had been exhausting, and looking at your reflection wasn't quite the best idea ever. You felt uncomfortable in your own body, and everything felt so overwhelming.
It wasn't until her arms embraced you, pulling your body towards her, that you realized how much everything was affecting you. What would you do without her?
⋆ Always ask u the reason, worried she said or did something even thought she knows she's never the reason.
⋆ late night talks about it. She wants to know what bothers you so much and what's the background of it.
⋆ eye to eye cuddling while she caresses every inch of your body.
⋆ kisses everywhere everyday all the time
⋆ doesn't allow any mean words to yourself "Hey, don't say that" accompanied with a slightly harsh tap on the side of your arm or over your shoulder
ELLIE WILLIAMS
⋆ always worried about you, the minimum you look sad or off or just not the happiness she's already asking you whats wrong, what happened, did she do something?
"What is It?" "Did I do something?" "C'mon babe" "shhh, it's alright"
⋆ hands and eyes all over your body, all the time
"Can't understand how you don't see how fucking hot you look right now babe"
⋆ learns about patience. She can be pretty harsh sometimes we know that, but she would never ever mess with your appearance, no matter what.
⋆ always takes her time to comfort you on hard days, hearing you without saying a word until you're done. Lots of hugs and kisses for u
⋆ tries to convince you you're the hottest person alive but eventually learns to actually support you based on what you find comforting <3
⋆ breaks her heart to see the disappointment on your face whenever you're not fully comfortable with your clothes, makeup, anything
⋆ always offers you help "want my hoodie?" "Wanna go home babe?"
an:
1- abby finds glasses hot
2- curly haired, fat, black, Latina women? They all drive them crazy, those are facts stfu
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FELLOW ACE!! Could I get some physical (but non-sexual) intimacy w/ Ghost? Thanks :D
YES OF COURSEEE ENJOY!!!!
masc!reader x ghost
Sometimes all anyone needs is a good nap, no matter how much they deny it or huff or grumble or say they've got "more important stuff to do". Sometimes it's necessary to drag them away from their endless tasks that they really don't have to worry about right now anyway, when instead they could be sprawled across their partner and forced to just rest.
Which is exactly how you have Ghost now. Sure, he'd resisted and complained and tried to dart back off to his office, but the moment you shut the door to your room, clicking the lock in place, he was entirely compliant in letting you step him out of his boots, slide the t-shirt over his head and swap out his work trousers for much more comfy joggers. He still huffed and rolled his eyes, yet when you started changing yourself he was quick to drop your shirt to the floor, wrapping his arms around your waist and tucking his nose into your neck.
"C'mere, love," you murmur, kissing the shell of his ear and guiding him to lie down on the bed, his tired frame blanketing over yours, grunting as he gets comfortable. He starts to get all whiny, grumbling incoherently and rubbing his masked face on your bare shoulder until you hold him still and gently ease away his balaclava, putting it - still in reach - on the bedside table. He meets your lips in a soft kiss, then pecks them around your face, targeting first the cheeks, then nose, then eyelids. It makes you laugh and he loves the sound; loves the feel as your chest rumbles against his, your hands holding his waist and his in your hair and over your heart. He settles down and his fingertips carry the bu-dum, bu-dum, bu-dum from your body to his.
You ask him about his day, a question anyone could present, but rarely will he answer properly like he does with you. Scarred lips curl into a tiny smile as he recounts each detail, talking quietly so that nobody could listen in if they tried. If you commented on that, he'd say it wouldn't matter anyway; there was no importance in rambling about the "incompetence of some recruits" (as he so elegantly put it). And of course, you would be inclined to disagree; hearing him go on and on about something as mundane as how had his day been - that was the favourite part of your own day, as you trace invisible patterns into his skin, running a finger over the ridges of his spine and feeling him just melt into you.
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