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lazybutsmexy · 1 year

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I've had this idea for a while, but I wasn't sure who to ask. But after reading Bird Hunting I'm confident you'll do it perfectly 🥰

What if the reader was affectionate with people. Like before every mission they (platonically) tells everyone 'I love you' and blows them a kiss. Leaves little notes in everyone's vests, things like that. Thank you🩷🩷

Thank you for your lovely message! I appreciate the trust you put on me, I hope not to disappoint hehe. I completed this request with both bullet headcanons and a lil'drabble, hope you like it! Under the cut for length!

Warnings: none! pure fluff, GN!reader

Word count: 1200~

Task Force 141 + affectionate reader

the moment you stepped into base it became clear that you’d be the resident care bear.

you made it your life mission to make sure everyone on base knew they were loved

because everyone deserves to be loved - looking at you, Simon *wink wink*

your levels of affection varied from person to person, always being mindful of how comfortable they felt with it

for Ghost for example, you were more inclined to have a cup of Earl Gray ready for him the moment he walked into the common lounge, and sat in silence with him for however long he needed it.

sometimes you’d pat him on the shoulder (when he was sitting down ofc) when you walked past and greeted him variations of “hello mister grim reaper!”, “how’s my favorite specter doing today?”, “woah, you look delightfully cadaverous today~”

he always glared at you when you did that, but he was definitely blushing under the facepaint and skull mask, don’t be fooled.

your loving words would stay swimming around his brain for days on end

Price wasn’t against physical affection, but he felt queasy about having a subordinate hugging him in front of others

a pat on the shoulder or the back from you, with a “glad to see you, Captain!” in the mornings was more than enough to lift his spirits for the rest of the day

you also made sure to sneak in his favorite bourbon for his birthday - he scolded you lightly about rules and regulations, but once no one was around he gave you a one-armed hug and a “thanks, kid, appreciate it”

would definitely burst into tears if you told him “Love you, dad!”, so use it wisely

with both Gaz and Soap, however, you went all out.

they had no qualms at all being physically affectionate

Soap in particular would see you running towards him and immediately drop anything he was holding to catch you in his arms, maybe even give you a lil’ twirl as you planted a wet smooch on his cheek

he would definitely give you a wet smooch back and a big ol’ squeeze

Gaz wasn’t as over-the-top with affection, he was much calmer than Soap

nevertheless, he never, ever, refused your affection

he would immediately feel soothed and content the moment you wrapped your arms around him in a hug, or gave him a kiss on the cheek

receiving any physical affection made him feel giddy in general, sometimes he had a hard time wrapping his head around some of the things he had to do for his job

if you blew Gaz or Soap a kiss they would immediately blow one back

in general, something you never failed to do was to sneak little notes of affirmation in their gear without them noticing

or at least you thought they didn’t notice

they always noticed when your fingers dig a bit too far in their pockets, they just pretended not to notice

because they knew that, the moment they needed it, they would find a lovely note in your handwriting reminding them of how loved they were

Simon made you believe he tossed them away but he actually stacked them in his journal to read in his darkest hours

Soap taped them to the wall next to his bed so he could re-read them all before he went to sleep

Price also collected them in his journal, but taped his favorite one - “Can’t wait to see you soon! Take care, love you!” - to a framed photo of his beloved team

Gaz kept your little notes in the drawer of his bedside table, and every morning he’d choose one to keep in his pocket at all times during the day

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You waited patiently by the door, blinking slowly at the hallway within the base. It was zero-two-forty-five and you should definitely be asleep by now - this was not a mission for you, after all. But you wouldn't simply go to sleep without your little departing ritual.

The footsteps echoing in the hallway perked you up, your fingers fiddling with the tiny pieces of paper in your pockets.

Captain Price was the first to arrive, as usual. He shot you a warm smile the moment he noticed you, and you replicated it while opening up your arms. He glanced around and, once verifying there were no other soldiers in the vicinity, he relented and let you give him a quick hug.

A little smirk found his lips when he felt your fingers dig a bit too hard in the area near his smaller holsters. He said nothing, though, and you looked up at him with a grin.

“I hope everything goes well, Cap!”

“Thanks, kid,” he patted your head before stepping out of your short-lived embrace, he walked out and went to have a word with the pilots.

Ghost was the next one. You hadn’t heard him approach you, but he patiently waited for you to notice his presence. When you finally did, you patted his shoulder and shot him a wink, your lips still stretched into a grin as you slipped a paper in his radio holster.

“Be safe out there, ‘kay? I’ll be waiting for you, LT.”

He only answered with a small grunt, but the softness in his eyes was noticeable miles away. He waited for your touch to leave him before stepping away - he didn’t want you to think he was shrugging you off.

“Hey, Y/n!” Soap called you, and you opened your arms wide for him to fit in the middle. He let his weapon hang to wrap both arms around you, effectively picking you up and giving you a tight squeeze, “don’t miss me too much, eh?” He smirked down at you, and you answered with a chuckle and squished his cheeks between your hands - after slipping his note into one of his back holsters.

“I'll always miss you, though,” you hummed, “I promise not to watch Wednesday without you, so don’t worry about that.” He gave you another tight squeeze with a “you better not!” growl into your neck, making you giggle and kick the air.

Gaz’s own chuckle brought you back to the present, and Soap lowered you to your feet before jogging towards the helicopter. You cupped Gaz’s face and brought him down to you, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. “Take care out there, yeah? Don’t do anything too crazy, hm?”

Gaz snorted and shot you a smirk, “you sure you shouldn’t tell that to someone else?” he teased, his head tilting toward the Scot.

“And you think he’d listen to me?” you shot back, before wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a hug - also slipping his note in one of the back holsters, “see you soon, Gaz,” you mumbled in his neck, and he reciprocated with a squeeze.

Just as Gaz joined the others on the helicopter, the engine roared to life, and you stepped closer just so you’d be heard above the noise. You cupped your hands around your mouth and yelled out, “Love you! Take care! See you soon!”

You knew you wouldn’t be able to hear them say anything back, and you sometimes doubted they could even hear you over the roar of the engines. But you never failed to reassure them that there was someone waiting for their safe return.

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minisugakoobies · 4 months

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It's You - Choi San | First Kiss

Pairing: San x Reader Genre: smut, crack, fluff, angst, roommates to lovers, BFF's Lil Bro!AU Series Rating: M (18+) Drabble Warnings: angst!, mutual pining comes to a head, or more accurately to lips, aka kissing Word Count: 1.8k (ok it's a little more than a drabble) Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own ATZ - they just inspire me

Summary: He was only supposed to be a temporary roommate. Your best friend's little brother, crashing on your couch for a few weeks. That's it. How did this happen?

A/N: Hi, I'm back. This is the first vignette that's not from an ask but just from my own head. I just really wanted to write their first kiss, so I did! I hope you enjoy. 🥰

Taglist is open! Reblog, comment, or send me an ask to be added! You can also send me any ideas/thoughts you might have for a future scenario - who knows, it might end up in a drabble! 💕

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A few weeks after Halloween, Hongjoong invites everyone to a friend’s deejaying gig on the other side of town. Your roommate opts out, saying she’d rather spend one of her rare nights off at her boyfriend’s, so you, San, Wooyoung, and Hongjoong check it out together.

After the gig ends, your ears still ringing, feet aching from all the dancing you did, the four of you make your way home. Wooyoung and Hongjoong both seem hyped from the show, talking excitedly as you wait for the train. You watch them with a fond smile, leaning against the wall and taking turns lifting your feet to take some of the pressure off.

San joins you. “You okay, Noona?”

“Yeah. Just wore the wrong boots tonight,” you say. “Didn’t realize we’d be dancing so much.”

“Oh, yeah. I guess I could’ve warned you,” San grins. “Sorry. We’re not the type to sit through a set.”

“Clearly,” you reply, smiling back. Honestly, you’d been pleasantly surprised at how well San and his friends dance. They were so free with their movements and their energy had been infectious. You couldn’t have stood still if you’d tried.

Of course, now you’re paying for it, wincing as your throbbing feet scream at you. You shuffle again, and then, ever-so-gracefully, you lose your balance, tipping over, letting out a loud expletive that draws everyone’s attention.

Hongjoong and Wooyoung cackle as San grabs your arm, pulling you back upright.

“No worries, Noona, I’ve got you.”

He murmurs the words reassuringly, arm sliding from yours to loop around your shoulders, squeezing you into his side, but only for a second, before he scolds the other two for laughing so much. You giggle along as Wooyoung and San pretend to fight, but your heart’s not in it, because it’s still yearning painfully for San to hold you again. Every time he touches you - hugs you goodbye, cuddles with you on the couch, even the briefest moments of contact like just now - it leaves this black hole inside your chest, an endless gnawing need for more and more and more.

At some point, you won’t be able to withstand it anymore. You’re not sure what will happen then.

The train car is crowded when your group enters. Unfortunately for your tired feet, there's nowhere to sit, and blessed little space to stand, so everyone splits up, trying to find room for themselves. Except for San, who guides you towards the opposite doors with a gentle touch on your back, and then stands beside you, reaching overhead to hold on while your hands curl around a pole.

Some creepy guy already too close on your right leans over, trying to get an eyeful of your chest, and San smoothly slides around, blocking you from the asshole’s view. You smile gratefully, and he gives you an intimidating look but undercuts his mean mugging with an eyebrow wiggle, and you giggle, which then makes him grin, a chain reaction of happiness that leaves you buzzing.

The gentle sway of the car as it hurdles down the tracks shakes you. You bump into San with a horribly steady rhythm, feeling sheepish for not having a strong enough core to keep yourself upright and balanced for more than a second at a time. He just laughs, finally throwing an arm around your back to help.

His hold is light, leaving a big sliver of air between you, a respectful distance that frankly makes you wish he’d be disrespectful. But he maintains it, supporting you in the most polite way, and somehow it still makes your heart jump fast as the wheels spinning beneath your feet. You turn your head, focusing on the window on the door, watching your reflection as the dark tunnels roll by.

At the next stop, more people pack themselves into the car. The small bubble of space around you pops as the wave of humanity rolls you into San, and you bring your hands up, bracing yourself against his chest, eyes widening at the solid warmth beneath your fingertips.

“Shit, sorry, sorry.” You apologize profusely, trying to step away, but the train jerks again, jostling you, and San tightens his grip, pulling you back into his arms.

“It’s ok,” he mutters, in a quiet voice. “I told you. I’ve got you.”

When your gazes meet, it’s like the air has been sucked from the car. Something shimmers in his dark eyes as they roam your face, and you utter his name unthinkingly, a tiny “San” just slipping from your open mouth, but it feels like a rogue confession of something you’ve been denying for so long. You’re not sure if he heard it but he definitely saw it because he’s been staring at your lips for a few seconds now.

You lean in at the same time he tilts his chin forward, and your mouths meet in the middle. A light kiss, feather soft, like testing the waters. The next one lingers, his lips firmer against yours. His hand splays on your back. You twist your fingers into the front of his t-shirt.

A third press weakens your knees, as his mouth slots against yours. Lips move together, part, allowing him to breathe in your little gasp.

The train emerges from the tunnel, and suddenly the lights in the car blast on as it comes to a slow stop at the next station. Immediately, you spring back, and so does San.

His expression is searing, and you glance away, looking to see if any of your friends are nearby, but the only one you can glimpse is Hongjoong. He’s got his back to you, a few feet and a dozen people away.

When the train starts up again, a few riders lighter, San loosens his grip, hand gliding up to a spot between your shoulders, far from the small where it had just been resting. By the time you reach your stop, his arm is more hovering than touching.

You and San find Hongjoong a few feet ahead of you when you depart. Wooyoung’s still on the train, since his place is closer to the next stop. Hongjoong slows his quick stride enough for you to catch up.

“You guys up for some ramen?” he asks, like he always does on late nights like this. You and San look at each other, and you don’t know if it’s the dim streetlights or what, but you can’t read his expression.

“Nah, I’m good,” San answers.

“I think I’m just gonna go to bed,” you start to say at the same time, cutting off to let San finish and then repeating yourself with a nervous laugh.

“‘Kay.” Hongjoong bears the rejection with his usual nonchalance. “I’ll see you later.” He crosses the street, heading for the convenience store on the next block.

And it’s just the two of you now, walking in silence. Two more blocks and you’ll be home. One more block. Just up the stairs now. Key in door, door closed, shoes off.

You stare at each other. He blinks first.

“Should we - “

“Did you want to - “

“Hey guys.”

Your roommate comes padding out of the kitchen, cup of tea in hand.

“Hey!” you nearly shout. “I thought you were staying over at Jongho's?”

If she’s surprised by the volume of your voice, Haneul doesn’t show it. She shrugs. “Yunho was being annoying, so I left.”

Yunho is Jongho’s roommate. He’s rarely at their apartment on the weekends. Just your luck that this would be the one night a year he strikes out and goes to his own bed instead of someone else’s.

Or maybe it’s for the best. Because it’s not too late to stop now before you do something else. Something potentially foolish. Let it just be a kiss. A one-time loss of rationality. Of caution.

Even if you can’t stop thinking about that night at the bar. Sitting there with San’s arms wrapped around you just felt so right.

Even if it’s been ages since you felt this way about someone.

Even if you’re pretty sure you’re falling for San.

“Are you going to bed or are you gonna stay up for a bit?” Haneul asks, taking a seat on the couch.

“Um…” you fight the impulse to glance at San. “I don’t know. I’m not really tired or anything….” Truth be told, you’re a little wired now. “Why?”

“I was thinking of starting that new drama Jongho told us about. Wanna join me?” She pats the space next to her.

San mumbles something about taking a shower. You watch him leave the room, and it feels like whatever happened on the train is already fading away. Did it really happen, or was it just a dream? Are your fantasies bleeding over into your waking hours now?

San joins you and Haneul near the end of the first episode, taking a spot on the floor in front of the couch so he can stretch out. He looks so soft, with his dark hair freshly fluffed from a towel, dressed in his favorite hoodie and sweats, and it’s a struggle to keep your focus on the television and not wonder what would’ve happened had Haneul not been home.

Part of you wishes San would catch you looking. But you’re not sure you could handle it if you met his gaze right now and didn’t find what you were hoping to find.

It’s actually a little odd how quiet he is, staring so intently at the show that you are completely ignoring. Is he doing the same thing you are, replaying the moment in his mind? Trying to freeze it in your memory?

Your stomach drops as you consider another possibility. What if he thinks the kiss was a mistake?

By the time the third episode is over, you’re exhausted, from your night out but also from the mental gymnastics you’ve been performing, silently twisting yourself into knots thinking about San and the train and what could happen versus what should. So you excuse yourself for the safety of your bedroom, where you can dream in peace.

Nero’s already curled up on his favorite spot on your bed, right next to where you lay your head. He cracks an eye open as you flop down beside him, and you reach out to give him an apologetic scritch, when you catch a scrap of paper poking out from beneath him. A note, with San's handwriting. He must’ve slipped it on your pillow after his shower. The first sentence sends relief flooding through you.

I don’t regret it.

But it’s what’s written next that has you rereading the note over and over. It’s a simple sentence, just a pleading command, but to you, it’s a revelation.

Please tell me you want more too.

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#ateez x reader #ateez angst #ateez fluff #ateez fanfic #san x reader #choi san x reader #choi san fanfic #fic: it's you #bff's lil bro au

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miyaur · 1 year

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hi~ can i have 'mornings with them' with the sumeru men? little scenarios/headcanons, please. 🙏🥰

⟢ you taste like vanilla ft. al haitham, cyno, kaveh, tighnari ・synopsis. say good morning to the most handsome man beside you, your significant other. ・notes. giggles, you guys can have these drabbles rq while i finish the long requests in my drafts/inbox ・warnings. just literal mornings with them, generally fluff, slight spoilers to in-game story

THE SCRIBE: ALHAITHAM ・pulls a bunch of all nighters, can barely sleep when he can, unless you're there, as long as you guys cuddle he'll be okay, proper sleep schedule back on track. likes to have his arms around your waist and sleeping to the side while you face him, kind of gives the feelings you're in his arms, no one will take you away from him.

・usually wakes up before you, but probably waits in bed for 30 more minutes, just watching you sleep peacefully in his embrace. wouldn't admit it out loud, but he thinks you're cute when you sleep, before he gets out of bed he'd kiss your forehead, and write a note on your nightstand and make breakfast, the notes are probably sticky notes saying what's for breakfast with a cute lil drawing of you

as he watches your chest heave, he brushes the hair off your face to kiss your forehead, you'd hear a very faint whisper, but he said "I never thought I'd ever get this close to someone, so close to feel their breath on my skin, and their lips on mine. and It's much more amazing that it's you." and he'd slowly get up to leave, but nothing brightened his morning more than your sleepy expression near his chest.

・will always make sure that mostly whatever is your favorite will be your breakfast, knows you can cook for lunch by yourself, but in advance would get stuff out for you, puts another sticky note and recommends what you should cook ・"You've never seen me ever broken, and I'm scared you'll leave me once you do, so I'm strong for you."

THE GENERAL MAHAMATRA: CYNO ・probably ends up finding you stranded on the couch asleep with a blanket covering you, always loves carrying you up the stairs, gives him the feeling that he can protect someone. or that he needs to, and that gives him a stronger will to fight in battle. ends up caressing your head from behind, just finds his hands lost in your hair, ends up sleeping anyway. ・honestly always wakes up before you, no matter how early you wake up, he's already out of bed, breakfast is usually made.

"I gave you thousands of reasons to walk away, why didn't you?" He said, his face next to your neck, "Because I love you. That's why." Cuddling him closer, your fingers ran through his hair, and a kiss to his forehead set him asleep.

・when you do wake up with him at the same time, likes to take showers with you too. there's also cooking together, likes to hold you from behind and rest his head on yours, or put his head near to your neck, and talks to you about the food or what he has to do that day. ・leaves for work, but not without your lips on his on his way out. never forget to say i love you back when he tells you "love you dear, see you tonight." like he will wait by the doorframe for you to say it back,

"See you tonight, dear, love you." Cyno said walking to the door with his spear in hand, "Mhm, see you tonight." You said going to start clean up the table, it's been about 10 minutes, and your boyfriend is still waiting by the entrance to your home, "You haven't gone yet? Did you forget something? Want me to go get it for you?" You said coming close again, "You forgot something." Getting a little closer to your face, "I did?" "You didn't say I love you back. Say it now, or I'm not going." "Well I much prefer you stay here with me than go to work, but I love you too." "Thank you, stay safe alright?"

・"I hope that I find you in every life, no matter where you are, I want to find you, and only you." is all he whispers, as he falls asleep, with you.

THE ARCHITECT: KAVEH ・probably stays at home most of the time, so you're with him most of the time, sleep at the same time together too. he probably has a matching skincare routine with you, like be honest with me if you really wanna be in a relationship with this man you got to share your own skincare routine. ・you don't have one, and don't wanna do one? too bad, he'll force you by doing it himself on you 'till you do it on your own (as a joke, he knows your boundaries, doesn't really mind if you don't have one :), he'll be very happy to share though! ・if he ever does wear suits he wants you to tie the tie on him, (for the cheesy effect), because he doesn't know how (he does, just likes how much better it looks when you do it.), if it ever comes down to it, after he's done a project and finds you waiting since whenever time earlier on the couch, sound asleep, will sleep on your lap, he can barely carry a claymore what makes you think he can carry you to your bedroom (he can, but for the cheesy effect he stays, also because he's lazy),

As his eyes open, he looks up to see his lover, still sleeping, he could get out of bed and go elsewhere to prepare for the morning activities, your pretty face lulls him back to sleep, mumbling something like I love you under his breath.

・if you ever get clothing ripped or destroyed somewhat, he can sew, will do it with joy, you trust him enough that he can patch up your clothing from battle, honestly, any clothing with holes, or what in them, he'll be quick to put it back together, especially your favorites, knows which are your favorites, and what you prefer. likes to do it in the morning way better, if any time later than that, you're gonna have to wait 'till morning, again. ・likes tracing shapes on your back if you both are cuddling, and he big spoons, finds it calming himself, and likes to watch your sleepy expression pleased. ・he doesn't know it yet, but randomly memorizes the little things about you, like it's just implemented in his mind, and doesn't mean to, but when you mention you like something, it will stay in his mind, like taking notes for what you prefer. in bed, he likes to just gaze at you, and you return it, just in silence, admiring each other, so far yet so close, slowly both your eyes go to sleep, in each other's embrace. ・"If I could choose you in every life, I would, and I'm glad I did in this one"

THE FOREST RANGER: TIGHNARI ・barely home, it's for a good reason, most of the time he does surprise you with dates out, and sleeping inside your home, together. he tries his best, but can't sleep that often, forest ranger for a reason, will just watch you most of the night, the times he does get to sleep, is short, can barely sleep a whole 8 hours, likes to be held by you, reminds him of the feeling of home. ・like to scatter kisses around your collarbone when you hold him close, lets you pet his ears, and his tail, you've asked a ton before i bet, he said only in private, the feeling he get whenever you pet his ears gets him feeling weird.. ・likes to admire you when you sleep, and whisper praise into your ears, asleep or not, he doesn't care, he gets stuff off his chest by chatting to you at night, even if you aren't listening because obviously you are sleeping, but if you are, you'd hear all the things he'd be too shy to call you, there are thing he does call you with other people, like petnames, but there are things he prefers much more in private.

A date in the forest wasn't uncommon with Tighnari, picnics are his favorite, and he usually surprises you with it, he blindfolds you, leading you to somewhere, somewhere no one else but him knows, a small place, with a pond decorated with nilotpala lotuses, and other flowers decorating everywhere else, "I hope this is something you love, because I know I do." Taking off your blindfold, light slightly pouring out the hole up above, as the place was a cave like figure, "It's beautiful!" gasping, taking a look at the small picnic he's set up for you and him, "Not as beautiful as you are, because no matter how many languages I study or learn, no word from any language could define your beauty." But all of this was nothing short of a dream he's had of you, as he awakes, all he could think is how lucky he is to have you.

・in the morning, both of you like to water his plants in his botany laboratory where he studies plants, he likes to wake up with you, shower, get up on those days he can be with you ・"If I could, I would bring the universe to you, but for now, all I can do is love you."

the whole time i wrote this i giggled n said these are not drabbles......

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ssahotchnerr · 7 months

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Not exactly a request but JUST IMAGINE FAMILY PICS IN A PRETTY PARK/FIELD/ANYWHERE… Aaron and his daughter in matching outfits *BLUBBERS*

ADORABLE (& my two fav things fall AND girl dad!aaron <333333333)

the night before - you lay out all the outfits <3333 you went with a cute beige theme - dresses for you and baby girl, jack is wearing a cute matching flannel or something, and then a beige tie for aaron 😭 you also make sure to lay out socks (omg frilly socks for baby girl 😭😭😭), matching shoes, anything necessary - you even pack some back-up clothes if disaster happens to strike. meanwhile, aaron has the task of ironing 🥹🫶🏻 making sure no wrinkles are to be SEEN, and then hanging up all the outfits all neat and orderly on the shower rod in your shared bathroom - away from any little hands that could possibly re-wrinkle them <3

the next day, hehe aaron gets the kiddos dressed once he's all ready to go (he got ready first so he could help and supervise, making sure no one gets messy once they're done getting ready) - getting his lil princess into her dress, putting her lil shoes on (although once in the car, she will pry them off). helping jack with his tie and telling him step-by-step how to do it, he's had a ton of practice after all 🥰

hehe after double checking aaron's handiwork and making sure baby girl and jackers look absolutely PERFECT (which they do of course) you get to work on their hair - curling baby girl's hair (she doesn't have too much just yet😭🫶🏻) and putting a bow in, combing jack's hair and even putting a touch of hairspray in so it stays - hehe he made the cutest scrunched up face as you sprayed it LOL, and then asks why his hair feels so rough 😭. and ughhhhh as you get yourself ready, aaron finds you in the bathroom and is just in awe 🥹 and repeatedly tells you how beautiful you look <33333 and instead of keeping it in, he voices his thoughts out loud - how in the world did he get so lucky??????? hehe he even gets a bitttt handsy 🤭 grabbing your waist and giving you kisses <333333 and you have to shoo him away because 1.) he's being distracting 2.) he will make all of you late and 3.) he's supposed to be watching the kids 🫵🏻

and once you get to the field where the pictures are, your daughter is NOT in the mood to take pictures and be smiley 😭 so in order to avoid a full-on tantrum or meltdown, aaron tries to distract her as you and jack are taking some pictures - finding flowers or a leaf for her to hold, showing her alllll the fall colors in the leaves, he grabbed her a lil snack from the bag you packed to lighten her mood - in some of the pictures she's clutching onto a pack of fruit snacks, or it's tucked away secretly in aaron's pants pocket. for her solo pictures, pictures with jack, or with you - aaron's behind the camera making faces, using his lil baby voice to get her smiley grin out🥰 and in her pictures with aaron, hehe jack is the one getting her to laugh 🥹 which is SO easy because baby girl loves her big brother so so so much and giggles at everything he does <33333333 and once it's time for the FULL family pictures, baby girl could not be happier <3333333

but the pictures come out PERFECTLY <333333 AH it's easily going to be your christmas card for the year, the pictures are framed in your house, in aaron's office, he has a small one in his wallet at all times <3333333 and the others in the team INSIST on having copies too 🥹 penelope especially gushes over them, always commenting on just how perfect the hotchner family is <33333333

#let's talk aaron <333333 #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #aaron hotchner fluff #criminal minds drabble #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner x you #criminal minds x you

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tan1shere · 4 months

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Bitter Sweet

Ellie williams x fem reader !

Summary: you're the sweetest soul around Jackson, perfect girlfriend, perfect friends. Everything seems to be perfect but it isn't. You get bullied, but no one sees it. You hide your feelings until one day it gets really bad

A/n: just thought of this in bed, I'm feeling a lil insecure myself so i hope you girlies get warm fuzzies at this cute lil fic (I haven't proof read this yet so- if there's any mistakes pretend I'm an amazing speller 🥰)

Warnings: none just fluff really. Reader is insecure about body, so maybe if it triggers you or you don't want to cry or I dunno, just thought I'd mention :) kinda angst??? But also not-? Body shaming-? (Do not condone whatsoever. But I relate a tiny bit- sadly- anyways)

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You enjoyed days like these, the sunshine kisses your beautiful bronze skin, the slight tan arising from the beautiful summer air. You were currently attending to your garden, listening to all the critters making their pretty musical songs. When you get a tap on your shoulder startling you. You stand up and look to find your girlfriend, Ellie looming over you. You get up fanning out your skirt from any dirt. "Sorry angel. Didn't mean to give you a fright." You smile at her. "No no it's alright." You speak softly going to kiss her. "What have you got planned for today?" She swipes a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"Just picking out some flowers for my new vase." You smile brightly at her. She returns that smile, looking around at your garden. "How about you Els." You ask going to grab some of the flowers and heading inside. "Me, Dina, Jesse, and a few others were going to go out later and ofcourse I'm asking you to tag along." You weren't a very outgoing person, you kept to yourself. You knew Jesse and Dina, although you aren't one hundred percent comfortable around them. You stuck close to Ellie, always. She was your rock. "Uhhh maybe." You go over to your sink, her following close behind. "You'll be with me baby I'll make sure everything's ok."

You contemplate. "Maybe Els. I dunno I'm not use to New people." She goes closer to you. "I know I know, but I really want you there. Please?" You think more, really not sure. "I guess it couldn't hurt." You smile slightly. She smiles more. "Awesome I'll come pick you up later." She kisses your cheek, leaving you to your thoughts as she leaves out the door. You didn't have a good feeling about this.

Few hours had passed and it was almost the time Ellie was suppose to pick you up. You were just looking in the mirror you constantly wore skirts and cute blouses. You examined your body, your stomach, thighs, arms. Even if you aren't big or anything you still feel awful about your body. Stretch marks, your pale skin. You wanted to cry. If you were completely honest you just wanted to stay home. But seeing Ellie so happy made you happy. You get up to a knock on the door, going and opening it. "You look beautiful." She says smiling at you. Lies. You knew she was just being kind. You never really believed her when she'd compliment you. You just couldn't.

"Where are we going?" She leads you out. "Dinas, she's having it at hers." "And how many people will be there?" You ask nervous. "Uhh maybe like 10 at most." You sigh. She was so outgoing, so enthusiastic, knew everyone and anyone. You don't know what she even saw in you. You were so different. "We don't have to be there for long." She nods with a tiny smile. You nod back. Still not even wanting to leave in the first place. Your bed sounds so much more comfortable right now.

Once you're at Dinas, she greets you by the door. "Hey you two, come in." You both step inside hearing some music and voices. You stay close behind Ellies tall figure like a puppy dog. "Thanks Dee." She smiles at Dina, going into the kitchen to get a drink. You kept on following, when some giggling girls walking past, caught your attention. One looked you up and down. And definitely not in a good way. They all walk on by grabbing their own drinks. You felt queasy. "So we could just chill in here, maybe dance." You just nod along to her words. This was going to be a long night.

You had just told Ellie you needed to use the bathroom, heading down a hallway, full of drunk teens. The smell was putrid, some even making out. Once you approached the bathroom you notice the same girl from earlier and her little group. You decide on whether or not you should speak up, or hold this unbearable pee until you get home. "U-uhm.. excuse me.." Your voice was weak, frightened of these strangers. "Oh I'm sorry, did you say something?" The main one spat. One of her friends snickering. "I need to use the bathroom.." You didn't want to make eye contact. You couldn't.

"Sorry but you might want to speak up. Can't quite hear you when you talk like a toddler." You go silent. "Still can't hear you." She smirks. You really don't know what to do. Should you leave? "Well come on, spit it out. And this time, try not to speak like a my little pony character." Its the way you caught onto what she was saying right away. That made you want to run, but you felt glued, like you couldn't. "Aren't you Ellie Williams girlfriend?" You look at the blonde infront of you. "U-uh yeah." You stutter. "Pft, I have no idea what she sees in you. She could do way, better." Her friends laugh yet again. "I mean come on, you follow her around like a lost dog. Think that lil bit you did just then was the first time I've heard you speak." You go to leave, just wanting to go home.

But she grabs your wrist. "Oh look girls, she's even the size of a toddler." She fake pouts as they giggle. You hated how tiny your wrists were. You hated it. You hated how small your hands were. You never held Ellies hand, you were afraid she'd view you differently. "Damn, do you even eat." You blink at her. You ate perfectly fine. You don't even know why you look like this. "I- i-" She let's go. "Y-you." She mocks with a snicker. "Go back to being a lil follower to your girlfriend. You pathetic twig." You felt tears threatening to spill at any moment now. And all you could do was run. "Careful you might break something!" She calls out, turning to laugh with her friends. Bitches.

You ran out of that horrid house, tears streaming down your face, sprinting to yours. Feeling your eyes blur as you slam your door and sink to the floor. You let it all out now. How can someone be so cruel. But oh they were so incredibly right. That's why it hurt so much. They saw what you saw. The truth. Suddenly there was a banging on the door to be found with Ellies worried voice. "Babe, open up please." You sniffle. "J-just go home Ellie.." There was a pause. "You know damn well I'm not doing that, please let me in." Your shakey frame moves out of the way to let her in.

"Hey hey whats going on with you-" She goes to reach for your arms but you immediately make sure that doesn't happen. She feels her heart break. "Y-you don't wanna touch that.." She furrows her brows in utter confusion. "Baby what are you on about." If she wasn't worried before she really fucking is now. "No.. you- you don't wanna be with some twig wh-who can't even talk to people properly." You sob out feeling your body ache. "Babe where is this coming fro-" You look at her. "My brain. Everyone, you-" She shakes her head. "Woah woah woah. Calm down, I don't know what's going on but you need to breathe." You cry more. "I- I can't.. my brain won't shut up, I'm ugly Ellie i- I am.. and everyone sees that."

She was shocked but that slowly turns into a tiny giggle. She moves closer to you grabbing your face gently. "Do you have any idea how naturally gorgeous you are." You look at her still feeling tears. You know she's caught on. "Whoever said these things are clearly big fucking cunts." You were shocked by the language she used, but you let out a tiny dry laugh, feeling your throat and eyes hurt from the crying. "And if it's who I think it is, there's one thing they need that you don't." You listen, wondering what that was. "They need makeup. You don't. And that is something you should be truly proud of." You melt at her lovely words. She rubs her thumb under your eye gently. Wiping away those pesky tears.

"Your natural beauty is my favorite thing in this whole world, so please. Never change. And it's not like you're unhealthy. You eat often and good. When they're over there, eating crap, getting sick. If anything they're the ones who should be vividly insecure. And they are, jealousy." She looks at every inch of your face admiringly. "Bitches." You blurt out making her smile so big. "Yeah, bitches." She kisses your nose. "Please never change because I fell inlove with my natural sweet baby. You're beautiful just the way you are angel. And I will remind you every single day. I'll kiss everything you don't like. And I'll do that everyday." You lean up on your tiptoes to kiss her. She kisses back sweetly.

"Why don't we get into bed and watch a movie, sound good?" You nod at her. "I love you Els." "I love you too my precious girl."

A/n: If you are struggling with your insecurities please know you're never alone in that and I hope this made you realize how everyone's perfect in their own way. I may not see that all the time in myself. But I do know my worth <3 (also not saying that makeups horrible I literally wear it often, but no one needs it to truly feel pretty. I enjoy doing it because it's fun!)

#elliewilliams #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams fluff

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dilf-whore · 2 years

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helloo, if requests are still open could i ask for eddie munson with an s/o that's super sweet and soft, loves cute lil charms and adorable things and couldn't hurt a fly, but then one day jason starts a fight with eddie and s/o pulls a complete 180 and decks him across the face? And then acts like nothing happened afterwards with a smile

the final straw

pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: jason needs to be taught a lesson

warnings: some violence, minor injuries, bullying

A/N: i really enjoyed writing this, thanks for the request anon 🥰

requested: yes

requests are OPEN

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You step out of your classroom with a smile on your face, expecting to be met by your boyfriend who usually waits for you. You look around the hallway to find him, your smile fades away when you spot a group of students huddled around the lockers. “Get him Carver!” one of the boys wearing a green varsity jacket exclaims. You already know what’s happening, they’re picking on Eddie again but this time Jason’s hurting him. You rush towards the group, the charms on your bag clanking against each other and your hands clenched into tight fists - nails piercing through your palms. You’re more than furious, your boyfriend doesn't deserve this - heck, no one does.

As you get closer, you finally spot the long haired boy on the floor with a busted lip. You push through the crowd and before you know it, you’ve punched Jason causing him to stumble down. You push him and pin him down with all your might, throwing another punch towards the boy who’s been bullying your boyfriend and other outcasts in school for ages. You grab him by his collar with one hand while the other is still balled into a fist, preparing to punch him once more. “Stay the fuck away from Eddie! Got it?” you threaten, tightening your grip on his collar.

Jason nods in fright, he’s surprised and shaken up by the sudden change in your demeanor. You punched him really hard - he’ll definitely get a black eye. Jason wasn't the only one shocked, the rest of the students and your boyfriend was as well. Y/N Y/L/N the one who collects items that they find cute, who would never lay a finger on anyone and anything, who always has a smile on their face, could actually throw a punch and have rage in those pure eyes if someone really pushed their buttons.

You give him one last dirty look and stand back up, dusting off your clothes and getting your composure back. You turn to Eddie and help him up, “baby are you okay?” you ask. “Uh y-yeah I’m good. J-just my lip” he replies, still baffled with the scenes that unfold moments ago. You smile in relief and hold his hand, “my poor Eddie” you lightly pout.

“Let’s get you all patched up”.

You both leave. Jason and the rest staring at you, dumbfounded - still couldn't process what just happened.

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Eddie stares at you as you clean up the cut on his lip and the scratch from his elbow that he got when he fell down. “Do I have something on my face?” you ask as you continue dabbing the cotton ball on his lip. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer.

He takes your hand and brushes his thumb over your bruised knuckles, “you hit that asshole hard” he replies. He places a soft kiss over them, he has fallen deeper in love with you. His heart full by you: your love, kindness, - merely just by your presence can fill his heart.

“He deserved it”

You rummage through your glimmering bag as you look for your box of bandaids. You smile when you finally find it, you grab two different designs and show them to Eddie, “which one? the pink one with bows or the purple plain one?”. He puts a finger over his mouth, thinking of which one to pick.

“I’ll take the pink one, I like the bows” he say. You put down the purple bandaid and stick the bright pink one on the small scratch on his elbow.

“There all done”

“Thank you Y/N”

You meet his mesmerizing puppy-like eyes and give him a quick kiss on his slightly chapped lips. “Anything for you. Honestly, I’ll gladly do it again if he hurts you”

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#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things headcanons #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things scenarios #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson headcannons #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson scenarios #stranger things oneshot #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #stranger things headcannons

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sugar-omi · 10 months

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OMG NAEOMI!

I didnt know u were going to write a full on post on my Baxter request, I'm so touched by the sweet fluff and step 3 & 4 scenarios 😭 I read that Baxter post 5 times it is so good! Im happy that u can relate to my MC, I have so many thots on how I would change certain scenes to fit my MC's journey. (I hope u dont mind me sharing ☺️ I get so happy thinking about it)

Nervous, step 3 crush mode:

The confession scene where Baxter admits he wants to date MC, she is over the moon and flabbergasted he would confess after knowing him for a week--but the mentioning of flings again throws her off and she tells him she doesn't take things like relationships lightly. He apologises and rephrases the question of them dating. My MC, who is usually the one who encourages Cove to do daring and new things and take initiative, doesn't always take her own advice. Surprisingly, she finds herself taking small steps to become closer to this elusive boy she has crushed on in step 2 (he was so ADORABLE in step 2!), realizing that Baxter always gives her the choice to choose what happens next, regardless of what he wants to happen next (all the kisses, hugs, u name it!). It takes a good deal of willpower for my MC to not lose her nerve, but Baxter's warm presence makes her feel safe and strengthens her resolve--but in small steps.

Back to the confession, MC always wants to hold his hand to ground herself before doing something bold and does this before questioning him on certain things like him not going to ask other locals out on flings or asking if he's sure about dating her, quirks and all. After she agreed and he tried to say bid her a good night, MC looked at him, surprised. She was certain he would ask for a kiss, like in the movies. She takes his hand again and smiles softly as she gives him an eskimo kiss, gently pressing her nose to his nose and beaming up at him from that position, willing him to kiss her in their close proximity. How could Baxter say no after that? (Omg so cute, im blushing 🥰🥰🥰)

i didn't expect to make a long post either lol, but i started thinking abt it n then i started thinking abt step 4 and i got totally carried away but i dont regret it at all!!! ty for sending these asks im so happy to write more baxter <3333 also yes i dont mind, i'd love it if yall sent me your lil drabbles n stuff- i swear i'll try not to run away w it n write a lil novel every time😂😂

ooh imagine them on a date, and they've had so much fun on their outing. perhaps they went to a waterpark, and when you take a break from all the rides to get ice cream you tentatively feed him from your spoon.

baxter flushes a bit, but he accepts your bold action and feeds you a scoop of his own.

oh and imagine that every time, or almost every time, you give him a kiss on the cheek as farewell. and like i mentioned in the last post, i like to imagine you sneak into baxter's condo at night and you're laying in his queen bed, chatting and giggling.

maybe it's just because this adds to the ambiance of being up late at night with someone, especially someone you like, but its fun to whisper and shush each other even though theres no one in the house except you two.

and back to the kissing!!! i imagine you forget to kiss baxter after an outing, and before you go into the house baxters stops you and kisses your cheek himself. he quickly runs away into his condo, leaving you flustered on your ownsteps.

little do you know he's sliding down the door, face in hands because "oh my god i kissed them this time...."

baxter is always so whipped for you, even if you've only known each other for a week <333

#our life: beginnings & always #olba #baxter x reader #baxter ward x reader #baxter ward #our life baxter #baxter ward x mc

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hotcat37 · 1 month

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LATER THAN USEAL MOODBOARD DELIVERY 4 MY BELOVED POKÉMON LOVING MOOT HOTCAT!! :33

*🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁*

(Bojere! Pokémon cafe date cuz their very silly N adorable like them N that vid of Jere singing the Pokémon theme in Finnish got me out of writers block so yippee :D) get urself a fluffy blanket N ur fave snacks cuz I’m here 2 tell the story of the date that got our dear Bojci 2 propose 2 his man after waiting 4EVER 2 find a good time 2 pop the question: It had been almost a whole year by now since Bojan finally quit chickening out N asked the man with a weird haircut N a laugh that made his knees buckle N released a million butterflies straight 2 his stomach 2 be his boyfriend that memorable night which still comes back 2 him in his dreams even now,the man he was taking out on one of the last dates b4 he could hopefully call him his fiancé.The man in question was clad in one of Bojan’s various sweaters,same one he wore when they first made out wayy back in Tavastia after everything was done N the then brothers N maybe something more headed back 2 Jere’s 4 the night,a bouquet of dandelions in one hand which he hid behind his back till Jere saw the ever so familiar figure of his extremely gorgeous boyfriend.As soon as their eyes locked everything felt lighter,almost as if time had stopped right there so he could feel his Bojci’s lips on his own 4 however long the bowlcut adorning Finn wished,breaking the kiss only 2 catch some air N whip the large bouquet of dandelions from behind his back 2 give 2 his rakas (Bojan straight up lifted Jere N spun him around a few times cuz of how much he loved not only him but the gift he had been hiding all this time 🥰) putting the shorter man down N feeling him giggle into his chest,their hands intertwined N walked into the Pokémon cafe that Jere had been yapping on about 4 months.Finding their booth that Bojan had booked a week prior (while Jere got distracted by a set of Bulbasaur N Squirtle plushies that decorated the seats next 2 them which gave our lil Bojci time 2 check if the ring box was still in his pocket 4 later which he totallyyy didn’t check atlest 10 times tyvm :3).Meanwhile both men ordered N flirted 4 what felt like an eternity,staring deeper into his bby boos Disney princess esc eyes which made him almost forget why he chose this place 2 pop the question,as if his fragile ass nerves would let him tho.One by one their food was delivered with Bojan’s Rowlet shaped grill cheeses coming first then Jere’s Pikachu themed pancakes following after + the twos drinks,Jere’s being a Bulbasaur inspired hot chocolate with ALOT of foam N Bojan’s was an Evie themed latte with just as much foam as his boyfriends if not more (that kinda got all over his noise so Jere had 2 lick it off cuz yk he would but it’s not like Bojci’s complaining if its his beautiful,hot asf darling of a man doing it ☺️).When they both finished their meal N left the cafe Jere saw a stand filled 2 the brim with all kinds of flower bouquets in every colour,ribbon style U could think of,that was when Bojan knew he had 2 do it right there N then seeing how his soon 2 be fiancé’s eyes light up N how his smile could split his face in half if it was any bigger just by seeing the huge display made him stop questioning if he rlly wanted 2 marry the man who’s hands were pulling him with all the force he had 2 the stand so that’s just what Bojan did,as Jere turned 2 show his rakastani a beautifully decorated pink N yellow tulip bouquet he found it was on the floor as quickly as it was picked up,the sight narrowed 2 only the view of Bojan on one knee holding out a very expensive gold ring with two gems engraved into it,one pink N the other green when it all fell into place.HIS gorgeous,amazing,wonderful,lovely Slovene was asking him 4 his hand 2 set the promise of belonging only 2 the Finn forever in concrete,ofc he said yes N then they both cried into eachothers necks while hugging as if everything up until now would all disappear in a blink of an eye except the only thing that disappeared was then into a field close 2 the town where they could rlly set that promise in concrete if yk what I mean.

BOJERE POKéMON DATE THAT'S SO CUTE!!!!! The Rowlet grilled cheeses look fcking delicious ngl I would killll to have such a date with someone I love <3 The proposal too aggh they're too adorable!! I love how Bojan indulges Jere in his interests and them running off into a field together at the end is so sweet :') ❤️❤️ Thanks so much for the lovely moodboard and story as always 💚

#bojan cvjetićanin #käärijä #bojere #cute moodboards

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vicsy · 10 months

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hello my love 🤍🤍🤍🤍 for the 150 prompts, i’m going to give you three, so you can choose whichever it is that inspires you the most.

16 / 51 / 121

I LOVE YOUUUU 🥰

HELLO SOL MY DEAR

you were probably looking for something more... sweet or happy but I am an evil lil mouse so. It's not what you expected, I think, but I still hope it's good!

Prompt 121. My friends get annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes. Piarles, 959 words.

tw for themes of grief and loss, character death BUT NOT REALLY (you know how I am) + slight supernatural elements. again, it's me.

“My friends get annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes,” Charles laughs breathily, lit up by the setting sun.

He is telling the truth. It's hard not to want to be friends with Charles, thus he has many. Charisma, natural charm, you name it; everyone falls for him. It's inadvertent, like Titanic meeting its fate with the iceberg. And it's safe, the warm flock of people Charles calls friends, surrounding him with love and understanding, exhibiting just a dose of healthy jealousy whenever they catch him gushing about Pierre too much. They tease him, it's normal; it's what friends do.

They also ask a lot of questions.

“You know,” Charles carries on, smiling, splaying his palm over the grass beneath him. It's soft and a bit damp; last night it poured like hell. “They always say, 'Pierre this, Pierre that, when will we get to meet your wonderful boyfriend, Charles?' Maybe they think I just like to keep you a secret from them. That I don't like to share.”

Charles' friends, great as they are, would never survive the PDA. Pierre's hand around his waist, staking his claim; sitting too close and seeking constant proximity no matter the crowd; tugging Charles for an innocent kiss that would turn into anything but. He sought it out as much as Pierre did. Seemed like they breathed in unison, so attuned to each other. Out on the streets or under the covers; Charles felt like the world was filled with magic, real and tangible, and he could taste it in every kiss.

His smile dims.

Pierre was his; he was Pierre's. Hand in lovable hand, as if someone wrote it into the threads of the universe and tied two ends together, so they'd meet halfway. Fall in love, whatever that was.

A tragedy, that's what it was.

“I wish they knew you,” he whispers, not in anger. He'd let it go like a sky lantern, up to the sky Charles doesn't lift his eyes to no more. “Most of them would've loved you. Though, I think, you'd tire them too quickly by taking photos of literally everything. And with your jokes. But this would be their problem, honestly.”

Jokes. Charles isn't good at them. His attempt at one falls through the cracks in his soul, ones he can't mend. Tears start to fill the empty spaces instead, overflowing. Charles can't quite wash the salt from his hands anymore.

Time was never enough. They were never enough. He has it all in vivid details, stashed into the abandoned corners of his mind where it's only Pierre Pierre Pierre; all that's left of him secured as long as Charles draws breath. Each of them hurts, lacerates him from the insides, makes him choke on the memories alone, questioning if it's still worth it.

To find the answers from an endless void of the universe was futile. Even Charles' stubbornness couldn't bend the laws the life abides to.

All the magic gone, all the color, all the laughter; and Pierre's touch remains like a phantom pain, an ache that's ever-present. Not a year gone by, but for Charles it's an eternity of walking several planes of hell. What took Pierre, he doesn't know; why, he doesn't know. He'd screamed enough but no one answered until silence sank its teeth into him, subduing, all fight seeping away from him like sand in the hourglass.

His grief, Charles wouldn't share, keeping it his prized possession. To the outside world, Pierre still subsists. He is out there, he is, and sometimes Charles can feel him, feel his presence just out of reach, out of the corner of his eye. And he talks about Pierre, keeps him alive with what little flame is valiantly smoldering inside. Fools himself with practiced ease, coming up with reasons to why Pierre isn't home yet, why he hasn't gone to sleep next to Charles yet; why he's missing such an important day.

“Happy Birthday, Calamar,” he wipes his tears, mustering a wobbly smile. Fishes Pierre's beloved cross from underneath his t-shirt and places a kiss on its glimmering shape, then spares another to his fingertips, pressing them to the headstone; into the name etched there forevermore. His lips still taste like the memory of it. “I miss you every day in my heart.”

Charles doesn't see, when he peels himself from the ground, unsteady and off-kilter, like the first time every single time; he doesn't see, as he walks on a narrow cobbled path, counting his steps, knowing exactly how many it takes to get back to the parking lot. A shadow cowering among the trees, slinking behind an angel statue cut from glorious, black marble. Charles never lets himself turn and look back, afraid to unravel at the thought of leaving Pierre again and again where he's tied to a place, the soil as his home.

But if Charles would find it in himself to throw a careless glance, grief-laden and hollowed, he'd spot that shadow dead on, lurking and waiting, a flash of blue tracking Charles' movements; he'd have trouble recognizing him but there would be no doubt. And if he would divert his course back to where one half of his heart is buried, looking into the distorted figure of a shadow, black like a starless sky, staring back at him, an abyss calling out his name.

Then, Charles would feel the goosebumps strewn across his skin, a shiver lingering in his bones.

Then, he would hear a whisper carried by the wind, a rumble of a voice; a knock on his door from the beyond.

Soon.

Then, a scratch of claws against cold stone; nothing yet set in it.

Soon I'll crawl back into your arms, cheri.

#vicsy writes #EHEHHEHEHEHEHHE SORRY THIS IS HALF-BAKED #BUT I HAD A VISION #piarles #piarles fic #duquesademiel #tw death #BUT NOT REALLY #asks #pierre gasly #charles leclerc #pierre/charles

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railroad-migraine · 2 years

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Hello! Im not sure if your requests are Open but could you do molly, dariax, Percy , dorian and Ashton with an s/o with thick thighs? Like. They could be pillow or stressballs thighs!

Your writing is so cool and the one about Ashton getting flowers made me melt!!

Have a nice day and please take ur time!

Requests are indeed open darling! I'm currently not writing for Campaign 1, but I'll gladly do the rest! I'm so happy you liked the flower fic - I loved writing it 🥰 Thick thigh solidarity babyyy <3

Also this is very self indulgent bc these 4 own my heart

~ Poet

S/O Has Thick Thighs (That Save Lives)

Ashton 💙

It's the contrast between you two that gets to him on a deeper level. For a long time, he has been calloused and hard to the touch, rough and lean with muscle. Meanwhile, you're all soft edges and velvet. Often rests a hand on your thigh as a casual gesture of affection when seated at the tavern. It's no big deal to anyone else, but it's a gesture that means a lot to the both of you. A quiet "I'm here."

I briefly have mentioned this before, but you can bet your ass that the resident barbarian of Bell's Hells will carry you on their shoulders. Ashton is your number one fan and will have your legs dangling from around his neck just to show you off.

It's especially fun when it's colder bc Ash is like a literal rock, and the heat from your thighs keeps their sour mood in check. They're like earmuffs hehe. Be careful of low hanging doorframes tho cuz... ouch. Don't wanna bump any foreheads.

Dariax 💚

Thigh guy. Loves them, how soft and warm they are. He's your short himbo boyfriend so he appreciates the fact that there's more of you for him to love and adore. King of body worship and positivity. He's your personal cheerleader - you can do no wrong in his eyes.

This boy needs his sleep after the chaos he created and chases after each day. That's why one of his favourite things in the whole world is to curl up into your side and lay his head in your lap. He's out like a light after that. You can't help but feel relief - his mind, often going a mile a minute, can finally have some well deserved rest. He snores tho sorry

Of the four of them, I'd say he's the most likely to use them as stress balls :^; He still gets bad dreams from time to time, so when he wakes up, dazed, and sees you laying peacefully next to him, you ground him completely. He huddles close and wraps his arms around one thigh, squeezing you tight to him and finding sleep once more.

Dorian 💙

Like Dariax, the hot blue boi likes to lay his head down on your thighs. It's more of a nightly routine rather than a straight pillow though. You both talk about what happened that day, on what will happen next, gossip and just be with each other in a way that seems so domestic.

He holds your hands in his, pressing absentminded kisses to your knuckles every now and again as if you were the air genasi about to float away if not grounded. Is NOT happy when you take your hands away, but melts if you card your fingers through his hair. He settles for placing his hand on a thigh and stroking idle circles with his thumb over the fabric stretched over it.

Take this iconic fashionista's words to heart when he says you look amazing in whatever you wear. Be it thighguards of leather or steel, or even a loose nightshirt/dress that reaches above your knee, Dorian gets a little flustered and shy bc you're simply that gorgeous.

Molly 💜

Due to his infernal bloodline, Molly's body emits a great amount of heat - his hands are no exception. So, being the caring and attentive partner he is, he shares that warmth with you by giving your thighs a lighthearted pinch or pat whenever he can. You're all warmed up now even if you're left squirming while he beams at you with that toothy grin of his.

In private, he gives your thighs lil kisses and nuzzles just to be cute :3 BUT you gotta be extra dexterous to lightly smack him away before he nips at you with those tiefling canines. Your throat bubbles up with laughter because it tickles and you cover your face with your hands, but he reaches up and gently pries them away. Molly doesn't want you to hide. Not from him. Not ever.

Likes to flop lay on top of you, his body between your legs with his head on your tummy as his arms circle around your waist. You might wake up in the middle of the night only to find yourself effectively pinned down by a sleepy, clingy bloodhunter.

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taegularities · 3 months

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Hey bubs!!! How are you doing?🥹

Celebrating my 5 months unemployed ass today. Happy monthsary to myself🥰🥰🥰. More seriously I am in the verge of breaking down actually I am already. Getting a Master Degree and yet not finding anything cause all of them said « very good profil but unfortunately lack of experience blablabla » like duh if you don’t give me a chance how do I get experience huh. I AM GOING CRAZY HERE.

Also I am feeling lonely af. And want to be loved so much too, to give and to receive. Saw your deleted post earlier. Tried dating app but guess what? Deleted it right after I donwload it. As you know I have comitment issues too, think I am not ready for that. Genuine question tho, where do you guys find nice and sweet guys? I still believe that I will have a YN moment in this world…

Oh and why do I feel that everytime I slide to your inbox I am always complaining? I really need to be fixed and change that.

A year ago : kookoo first weverse live after 2 full months being mia. Was on my way back from ytc screening in theater that day. Miss him a lot lately </3

Okay from now on I will only spread positive vibes in your inbox!!!!!!!! Hugs ans kisses 🤎 oh and can’t wait to listen to your cmi audio commentary <3

hi, beloved!!! i'm doing okay! i'm off work for a weeeekkk after tmrw + the uni semester's finally over (kinda bummed i didn't get the A in one of my classes but the others got C's, so.. i'm happy about that B :')). so i'm looking forward to relaxing lol :')

i'm so sorry for what you've been dealing with, though :(( that whole cycle of hell is a true mystery... they need employees but experience, too 😦 i'm crossing my fingers and manifesting that you land a job soon, though, babe!! please keep trying, bc it'll be worth the effort [gonna be the first to celebrate with you. i better be >:)]

and i know :(( it can get lonely for sure. i was a bit overwhelmed this morning, so i kinda vented a lil jejdjdhsh but yeah, love isn't easy to tackle and find. and i think we shouldn't look for it anyway!! i always "preach" lol that the best things come to you when you go with the flow and don't seek them too desperately.. so let's hope for that y/n moment to arrive as a surprise and when we least expect it, and just heal and vibe in the meantime. for now, you have my love, if it means anything 🤍

it's okay!! honestly, you can talk about whatever, whenever :') i'm just happy to hear from you. besides, it shows that you trust me and feel comfortable sharing your thoughts, and that's a top tier compliment. always gonna inhale your positive vibes, too, though 🥰 (also, will you believe i shed an actual freaking tear when i saw that pic like i miss my sleepyhead bunny baby so much it hurts 😭 GIVE HIM BACK TO ME)

#but honestly tho to those who have found love.. i wish y'all the absolute best fr #and agghhh i saw your submission for the commentary 🥺 tysm and i can't wait to record it 🤍#notes for rid 🌹#axelle <3

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minisugakoobies · 5 months

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I have ALSO been thinking about your bff's brother San...... Where have they got to? Did OC go? How happy was San to see her? Have they done the fucking boink yet??? 🤣

Moni, ILY 💜 I am still slowly working on BFF’s lil bro San and OC’s story! I’m writing it out of sequence, so yes, they have boinked 🤣 And he is always happy to see her 🥰 but maybe you would like to look at a moment I finished recently?

Warnings: shirtlessness (for both), nipple play

As soon as the door is closed, San pounces. You yelp in surprise as he pushes you down on the couch, nudging your legs apart to lay between them.

He does that thing that you love, where someone reaches behind their head and pulls their shirt off in one smooth motion, and you bite your lip, eyes immediately going to his bare shoulders. You remember the first time you saw him without a shirt, that day you caught him doing push-ups on the balcony, sweat dripping from his tanned skin down to the cement below him. That image alone has kept you company on many nights when you laid in your bed, trying not to think about how San was just on the other side of the door.

The thick trap muscles on either side of his neck flex as he looks at you now, but you can’t tear your gaze away from his chest. Slowly, you bring your hand up, brushing his neck with skittish fingers, like you’re afraid if you touch too long you’ll get scorched. Not by the heat of his skin, but by the burning of your want.

You drag your fingers down, across his collarbones, between his pecs, on and on. San’s breathing becomes a hiss when you stop just above his stomach, his frame jerking slightly above you as you rub your fingers back and forth.

“Sorry,” you giggle, realizing you were basically falling into a trance. It’s just easier to focus on anything but his face right now. You can feel the way he’s staring at you, and you’re a little afraid of what you might find if you look in his eyes right now. “I’m not trying to tease you, I just got distracted.”

‘Noona,” San tuts, eyebrows narrowing slightly, a convincing facsimile of sternness, like he’s disappointed in you. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you to touch me like this?” He doesn’t allow you the chance to breathe, let alone speak, as his mouth covers yours again.

Kissing San is a full body experience every time, leaving your skin tingling, heart racing with every touch of his lips against yours, but now, with him pressing you into the couch, it’s beyond overwhelming, all rational thought fleeing your head, leaving behind only, San San San.

He lifts his head high enough to catch your eye. “Can I touch, too?”

“Oh god please.” Shamelessly, you sit up, forcing him back on his heels. He watches with rapt attention as you pull your shirt off. For a second you debate with yourself, then you decide there’s no reason not to, so you lose your bra as well. Knowing you look pathetically eager, giving no fucks about it.

San clearly doesn’t mind, given the smile that splits his face. In the blink of an eye he’s got you on your back again, palms cupping your tits.

“Noona,” he murmurs, thumbs rolling over your nipples, making the sensitive nubs stiffen, “You’re so pretty.”

Heat flashes up the sides of your face. “San,” you try to groan exasperatedly, but it comes out a whine instead, high, and so, so needy.

“What? You are.” His kiss is the punctuation to his declaration, fully stopping your protest. “Pretty, pretty, pretty.”

His lips keep kissing down your chin, your neck, your chest, and you moan, letting your head flop back on the pillow because your head is too heavy to hold up while pleasure courses through you courtesy of San’s hard-working tongue.

“You’re pretty too, you know,” you sigh absentmindedly, head currently floating somewhere in the clouds.

He pauses with his teeth in mid-graze. “I know.”

It shouldn’t turn you on like that, him cockily smiling at you with a mouthful of nipple, but it does. Even so, you roll your eyes, pushing his head back down so he doesn’t see the grin you can’t suppress. A low hum sounds from the back of his throat, sounding pleased when you thread your fingers through his hair, nails scraping gently against his scalp.

“I wish I could take my time,” he confesses, breath blowing warm over your wet skin, and you shudder, both from the sensation and his words. “But she won’t be gone long.”

“Next time,” you say, mouth moving faster than your brain, and his head snaps up, a look of surprise on his face quickly melting into a bright grin.

“Next time,” he agrees, lowering his lips to your chest again. “Definitely next time.”

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Previous installments of bff's lil bro San: one two three

Tagging a few people who I think are interested @minttangerines @kiestrokes @augustbutwinter @sweetnspicy-noona @krystal-a

#ateez smut #san smut #bff's lil bro au #ateez fanfic #lovely moots #moni logues #i need to finish a few things before i start posting this #but i’m working on it when the inspiration strikes #asks

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anakinspraisekink · 2 years

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I got this awesome quinobiani prompt from @thetimesinbetween so here's my lil fic for it (actually 3.6k lmao)!! The sentence prompts are "Do you really think you can handle it?" and "Have you thought about this?" 🥰

Warning for first time blow jobs, anal sex, and Quinlan saying "tits" lol

"D'you think Anakin would want to join us sometime? In bed?" Quinlan asks as they both catch their breath and Obi-Wan flops back onto his back, feeling sticky and spent from their latest casual romp.

"What?" Obi-Wan responds quickly, the surprise sending an unwelcome shockwave through his fuzzy, post-orgasm mind. "Why would you say that?" Quinlan lifts his head to look at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh, because you've clearly been into each other for forever, and he's super cute and fun to tease," Quinlan responds like it's obvious. "Plus, I saw him ogling me in the Temple baths the other day and he blushed so hard when I caught him looking." Obi-Wan bites his lip and turns his head, emotions warring within him. It's true that he's always loved Anakin more than he feels he should and that he finds Anakin attractive, but . . .

"I couldn't," he says, with finality.

"Why not?" Quinlan asks curiously. "And don't say because he was your Padawan." The reasons are numerous, not least because Obi-Wan feels Anakin deserves someone better than what he could give him. Maybe he deserves Quinlan? But that still sends an ache through his chest at just the thought.

"He . . ." Obi-Wan starts, trying to think of something to explain his tumult of feelings, something that's still true. "He doesn't have much experience, I don't think. In fact, he's never outwardly appeared interested in sex with anyone at all, and so I'm not sure your proposition would go well."

"Hmm, well, he's an adult so he can tell me that himself," Quinlan responds with a shrug. "I don't think it would hurt to try. Just imagine . . . teaching your Padawan one last thing," Quinlan teases, poking him in the side. Obi-Wan feels himself blush, determined not to think about that. "But if you don't want to I can just do it myself," Quinlan continues, and Obi-Wan suddenly turns to look at him.

"No!" He says quickly, too quickly, and a slow grin creeps across Quinlan's face, and Obi-Wan knows he stepped right into his trap.

"Oh, jealous, Obi?" Quinlan says playfully, and Obi-Wan swallows.

"Just . . . maybe you two can do something together and I'll . . . supervise," Obi-Wan says with difficulty, not wanting to give in all the way but unable to risk not being there. Quinlan snorts.

"Yeah, supervise, right." Quinlan turns and gives him a loud kiss on his cheek. "You tell yourself that, Obi-Wan."

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Oh, Force. Anakin looks so nervous. Quinlan had done as he'd said and invited both Anakin and Obi-Wan over to his quarters, but it's clear that Anakin has no idea why he has been summoned. He shifts on his feet, his hands hidden in his robes and looking like he's about to be reprimanded.

"Is something wrong, Masters?" He asks anxiously, still standing in the middle of Quinlan's quarters while Quinlan lounges on the couch next to Obi-Wan, who's sitting stiffly and waiting for disaster.

"No, no," Quinlan assures him, though Anakin doesn't look very reassured. "Anakin, I've gathered you here today . . . to ask if you'd like to fuck," Quinlan continues, and Obi-Wan sighs quietly, disappointed but not surprised at the way Quinlan went about doing this. Anakin's eyes immediately go wide and his cheeks suddenly bloom bright red.

"Is this a joke?" He asks weakly, and the urge to reach out and comfort Anakin is like a terrible itch.

"No, I'm afraid he's quite serious, Anakin," Obi-Wan replies quickly, getting ready to do damage control. He knew this would happen and now things are going to be even more awkward between them than it has been since Anakin was Knighted. "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable—"

"No!" Anakin interrupts, and Obi-Wan just blinks at him. "I'm . . . I'm interested," he says shyly, eyes flickering over to Quinlan, who turns to give Obi-Wan a quick look of, I told you so. "But . . . why are you here, Master?" Anakin asks him, and Obi-Wan can barely take Anakin calling him Master while he's looking so eager but shy and blushing all at once.

"Oh, he wants to watch," Quinlan says bluntly, and Anakin looks somehow even more surprised.

No," Obi-Wan quickly says, "well, yes I do, but I want to be there to make sure you have a good experience, if you would have me," Obi-Wan attempts to explain, though it sounds a bit silly and he can see Quinlan rolling his eyes at him. Anakin just blushes harder. "Not that I don't trust Quinlan, because you know we've had our fun, but I care about you very much Anakin." Anakin ducks his head and gives him a bashful smile.

"I do too, Obi-Wan," he says, "and I'd be fine with you actually joining, but watching is cool too," he quickly finishes, surprising Obi-Wan even further. Quinlan just shoots him another smug look that Obi-Wan ignores.

"I'll just watch," Obi-Wan says faintly, fearful he might actually combust if he got to touch Anakin right now.

"Well, if you change your mind . . ." Quinlan says with a grin, and then he's getting up and walking over to Anakin.

"But . . . are you sure?" Anakin mumbles as Quinlan steps close to him, as if still shocked that people want him.

"Yes, you're adorable and gorgeous and sexy as hell," Quinlan says, which makes Anakin bite his plump bottom lip. "But this is all you, so you decide what we do," Quinlan says seriously.

"Could—could you kiss me?" Anakin says so softly, and Quinlan's grin widens, and Obi-Wan knows Quin is going to have fun with him.

"Of course, baby." Then Quinlan sidles up to him and wraps one arm gently around his waist while the other tilts his chin, and then Quinlan captures Anakin's lips in a kiss, cutting off a little noise from Anakin. Obi-Wan has to admit they're quite beautiful together, with Quinlan confident and guiding while Anakin is still clumsy and unsure, the two complementing each other well.

He knows Quinlan likes using his teeth, so he can guess that Quinlan nips at Anakin's lower lip to make him let out that little sound again and then they're kissing deeper, Quinlan's tongue pressing inside, wet sounds coming from the slide of their lips and tongues. Obi-Wan realizes his hands are already tightly gripping onto his thighs and he tries to relax, knowing he will be seeing much more before the night is up and he can't be cracking already. Quinlan's hands have started to wander, caressing over Anakin's body like Obi-Wan aches to do, down over his chest, his hips, around to squeeze at his ass.

Quinlan murmurs something to him when they part for a moment and Anakin nods in reply, and then Quinlan is undressing him from his robes with ease. Anakin's robe falls to the floor, and then his belt, his obi, his tunics, his boots, until he's only in his trousers. Obi-Wan has seen him like this many times before but now it feels different to see his chest rise with each breath and see how his torso is bloomed in a blush, to see Quinlan's hands all over him and know what's coming. "Pretty little tits," Quinlan remarks, giving his pecs a little squeeze, and Anakin practically squeaks.

"Quin, don't," Obi-Wan cuts in, thinking Anakin won't like that.

"I didn't know I was getting critique from the audience tonight," Quinlan says with a look over at him, evidently taking in the way he's sitting, as he tries not to beg to join or touch himself or say any of the filthy things he wants to say to Anakin.

"I like it, Master," Anakin softly assures him, even as he blushes fiercely, and Quinlan raises an eyebrow at Obi-Wan before turning back to Anakin.

"Obi-Wan can't seem to stop protecting you even though you're not his Padawan anymore," Quinlan says, twisting Anakin's nipples between his fingers and making his head fall back. "He just cares for you so much, huh?" Anakin whimpers at that, especially when Quinlan ducks his head to kiss down Anakin's neck. "But I can still teach you how to feel good," Quinlan continues, with a look over at Obi-Wan, gaze playful and coaxing. Obi-Wan swallows.

Anakin whispers something and Quinlan pulls back again, smirking, and starts to take off his own clothes. Obi-Wan doesn't need to watch, having seen this many times, but what he does watch is Anakin's reaction. Anakin, who's always so open with his emotions, who goes wide-eyed and needy at the sight of Quinlan's bare, muscled chest and the obscene bulge through his trousers. Quinlan always likes to show off, so he runs a hand down his chest, over his abs and the dusting of hair, down to grip his hard cock through the fabric. Anakin licks his lips and makes one of those whimpery sounds again and that is what's going to kill Obi-Wan.

"You wanna suck on it?" Quinlan asks Anakin teasingly, and Obi-Wan is just about to call Quinlan's name again when Anakin nods shakily and gets down on his knees without asking. Oh. Quinlan looks surprised too, but not for long, that smirk coming back as he steps closer and runs his hands through Anakin's hair, making his eyelashes flutter. "You're so pretty on your knees," Quinlan remarks, and Obi-Wan has to agree with him. Anakin shivers from the praise and watches avidly as Quinlan finally pulls off his trousers and underwear and takes his hard cock into his hand.

"Have you ever done this before?" Quinlan asks, and Anakin shakes his head, practically trembling. "That's okay, I'll show you how." He guides his cock to Anakin's lips and Anakin immediately licks the tip of it. "That's it," Quinlan encourages. Emboldened, Anakin parts his lips and takes the head into his mouth, sucking on it softly, curiously, his pink lips parted around Quinlan's cock. Quinlan keeps one hand on his cock to keep it steady and prevent Anakin from going further than he's able, while the other hand cards through his curls.

"Fuck, that's good," Quinlan groans as Anakin slowly and steadily takes more into his mouth and tries to create a rhthym. Anakin moans around him and Obi-Wan can see the way Quinlan now trembles too, the way his breath comes in gasps. But he still treats Anakin so gently, letting him explore and do what he wants, and Obi-Wan aches so much to be in Quinlan's place or even crouched behind Anakin, scratching at his head and praising him and giving him tips. "Knew that pretty mouth would feel so good," Quinlan says, and Anakin looks up at him pleadingly, eyes hazy and dull of desire.

"Obi-Wan's cock is even bigger than mine," Quinlan continues breathlessly, and Anakin lets out a surprised whine. "So you'd have to stretch your lips even more to take him, and even I still can't do that easily." Obi-Wan has started to breathe heavier too, feeling hot and dizzy with arousal. Anakin increases his pace at Quinlan's words, moaning around him continuously now and hollowing his cheeks, until he swallows around him. That makes him nearly choke for a second and he pulls off on instinct, lips shiny and swollen and eyes a little watery.

"Mmh," Quinlan murmurs, bringing his hand down to trace his thumb over Anakin's lips. "Do you want to do anything else before you make me come like this?" Quinlan asks him, and Anakin shudders once more.

"I want—" Anakin says, eyes flickering over to Obi-Wan before looking back up at Quinlan again. "I want you to fuck me," he admits quietly, and Obi-Wan's fingers dig sharply into the meat of his own thighs.

"Good boy," Quinlan says, and Obi-Wan wants to be the one saying that to Anakin, to get that beautiful reaction out of him, as visible pleasure and gratification washes over Anakin from the praise. "And have you ever done that before?" Quinlan asks Anakin.

"Just by myself," Anakin whispers, and Quinlan's eyes gleam just as Obi-Wan feels a frantic thudding in his chest, barely able to take this any longer.

"Okay, baby, we're going to go nice and gentle," Quinlan says, helping Anakin up off the floor. "And I'm sure Obi-Wan will let me know if anything is wrong," Quinlan teases, and Obi-Wan can only swallow dryly once more. Then Quinlan is helping Anakin step out of his pants and underwear and coaxing him to lie down on the soft rug by the couch, before pulling out a bottle of lube from one of his secret stashes. "Hand me that pillow, will you, Obi-Wan?" Quinlan asks him, nodding to a throw pillow on the couch, and Obi-Wan does as he says, moving as if in a dream.

Quinlan props the pillow under Anakin's hips, giving him soft touches over his strong thighs, his flushing cock, his quivering stomach. Anakin looks so nervous but excited too. "It's alright," Quinlan soothes him. "Obi-Wan is right there." That does seem to calm him down, as well as make him leak precome onto his belly. "You're so pretty," Quinlan coos, before coaxing his legs up and back. "And pretty here too," he remarks, petting a finger around Anakin's hole and making him whimper. Obi-Wan can't see much of it from this angle, but Quinlan starts describing it for him anyway.

"Fuck, Obi-Wan, his hole's so fucking tiny," Quinlan says with a groan, fingers still caressing over his rim. "So pink and clenching like it wants me inside so bad." Obi-Wan has to take a few deep breaths in order to recover from that. "Gonna look gorgeous spread around my cock," he says a bit smugly, and Obi-Wan knows that part is specifically directed at him. Anakin's breath hitches and his hips arch up, even as he looks so bashful. "I'm gonna open you up, okay?" Quinlan tells him as he takes his hand away from Anakin and opens the lube, and Anakin nods shakily.

Quinlan rubs some lubed fingers over Anakin's hole and then starts to slowly press one in, Obi-Wan watching intently as a shudder runs through Anakin and his eyes flutter closed, his face twisting up in an expression of pleasure. One finger soon slides in and out with ease and it has Anakin letting out continuous little whimpers, biting onto one of his own fingers on his flesh hand as he squirms. Quinlan adds another finger and that rips out a moan of Anakin as Quinlan curls them and rubs the pads of his fingers against what Obi-Wan can only assume is Anakin's prostate.

"Taking it so well," Quinlan praises, looking down at his deft fingers disappearing inside of Anakin. "So sweet, baby." Obi-Wan is entranced by the way a pretty pink blush covers Anakin's skin, the way his cute cock looks so, so hard, the way he starts sucking on one finger like he's that needy for something in his mouth to help keep him grounded. Obi-Wan is so distracted that he misses when Quinlan fits in a third finger beside the rest, steadily stretching Anakin open until he looks like he's falling apart, his curls strewn out behind him on the floor like a halo.

Then Quinlan leans down and whispers something to Anakin before pulling back again, and Anakin turns his head and opens his eyes, looking right at Obi-Wan. His eyes can barely stay open, hooded and hazy as they are, and his face looks so desperate, like he's pleading with Obi-Wan for more, for whatever he'll give him. This is too much. This might be what breaks him.

"Anakin—" Obi-Wan garbles out before he can stop himself.

"Hm, Master?" Anakin asks dreamily, looking up at him through his lashes.

"I—" Obi-Wan swallows, feeling like he can't talk with how much he wants this, with how much he wants Anakin. Quinlan looks over at Obi-Wan and grins.

"I think he wants to touch you now," Quinlan says to him softly, and Anakin makes a surprised little sound.

"He does?" Anakin says disbelievingly, looking back up at Quinlan.

"Yes, I've hardly ever seen him look so desperate," Quinlan says to him, sneaking another look at him, and Obi-Wan supposes that is true. "Can he join, baby?" Anakin's answer is immediate.

"Yes, yes, Master, please," he begs, and Obi-Wan is moving before he even realizes it. He gets down onto the floor to kneel beside Anakin, one hand outstretched and wavering, not sure what he can do. "You can touch, Master," Anakin says breathlessly, and Obi-Wan rests his hand gently on Anakin's trembling torso, caressing the soft skin there and making him shiver, their gaze caught on one another's. He knows Quinlan is looking at him with the most smug face of all time, but he can't even bring himself to care.

"Do you want Obi-Wan to fuck you?" Quinlan asks Anakin. "I think you two deserve a moment together," he says honestly, and Anakin immediately nods, still staring up at Obi-Wan. Anakin's face scrunches up as Quinlan carefully takes his fingers out of him, before handing the lube to Obi-Wan. Anakin's stare is heavy as he watches Obi-Wan undo his pants just enough to take his hard cock out, Anakin's eyes widening once he sees it. Obi-Wan feels faint with arousal as he lubes up his cock and finally gets to touch where he's so aching, throbbing in his grip.

"Do you really think you can handle it?" Quinlan teases Anakin, watching him watch Obi-Wan. "I told you he's big."

"I want to try, I want to be good, please—" Anakin immediately says, and Obi-Wan has to reach out to caress Anakin's face.

"Oh, Anakin, you are, you are so good," Obi-Wan murmurs, and Anakin smiles up at him. As if in a dream, Obi-Wan positions his cock at Anakin's hole. "Okay?" He asks once more, and at Anakin's vehement nod, he starts to press in. Everything narrows down to this moment, to Anakin looking up at him with stars in his eyes as Obi-Wan sinks into him, wet and hot and tight and already clenching around him. It's nearly unbearable and he feels a sense of disbelief that that is happening, that he is with Anakin in this way.

"Have you thought about this?" Obi-Wan has to ask as he stills inside of Anakin, who's taking big, gasping breaths as he adjusts.

"All the time," Anakin admits, and then his head falls back as Obi-Wan starts to rock forward, thrusting into him slowly and gently which is about all he can personally take at the moment too. Anakin's cock bobs between them and he has to touch it for him, moving his fist as he moves into him and making Anakin whine.

"You two are gorgeous together," Quinlan remarks, and Obi-Wan looks over to find him sitting there watching them and stroking his cock. Obi-Wan had almost forgotten Quinlan was there, so lost in Anakin that he was. "His cock feels good, doesn't it?" Quinlan asks Anakin, and Anakin can only nod again, arms coming up to wrap around Obi-Wan's neck. Obi-Wan thrusts into his harder and it makes Anakin cry out in the most beautiful way, Obi-Wan's free hand digging into Anakin's hips and unable to take his eyes off of him.

"You should fuck Obi sometime too," Quinlan continues to Anakin, his voice getting breathier. Anakin lets out a moan. "He's super tight and always moans like a whore when you give it to him rough." Obi-Wan grits his teeth, trying desperately hard not to think about Anakin fucking him lest he wants to come right this moment.

"Stop talking," he grits out, and he can hear the grin in Quinlan's voice.

"Why, you can't handle it?" Obi-Wan flicks hair out of his face, breathing heavily as he starts a steady pace of fucking into Anakin, his hand moving over him a bit clumsily but enough to keep pulling those sweet little sounds out of anakin. Words suddenly start falling out of Obi-Wan's mouth in retaliation to Quinlan's teasing, before he can even think.

"He's so tight, Quin," he tells him, "just sucking me in like he's made for this, such a good boy." He almost regrets talking about Anakin in that way when he realizes what he said, but then Anakin's eyes roll back and suddenly he comes, his cock pulsing in Obi-Wan's hand and streaking come across his abs, shaking and trembling as his orgasm rolls over him, quivering around Obi-Wan's cock.

"Oh, fuck," Quinlan curses, and Obi-Wan can hear himself stroking himself off faster now. Obi-Wan's pace has nearly come to a halt with the surprise of Anakin coming like that, but he starts fucking into him once more as Anakin finally opens his eyes again and looks up at him pleadingly, tugging at him to continue.

"Fuck—you're so beautiful, so good, I love—love seeing you like this," Obi-Wan rambles, and Anakin keens.

"I'm gonna come," Quinlan gasps out, shuffling closer to Anakin. "Can I come all over your tits, baby?" He asks Anakin, and Anakin nods, looking over at him pleadingly too, and Obi-Wan immediately wants Anakin's gaze back on him. But for now they both watch as Quinlan groans and spills over Anakin's chest, before scooping up some come with two fingers and pressing them to Anakin's mouth. Anakin takes them in easily and starts sucking, his eyes back to meeting Obi-Wan's, intent and full of desire, pulling Obi-Wan closer and closer to the edge.

He finally tips over it with a grunt, achy pleasure soaring through him as he comes deep inside of Anakin, messily pressing forward a few more times until he can catch his breath again. They're all left sweating and breathing heavily in the quiet that follows, Anakin looking adoringly up at him as Obi-Wan strokes loving hands all over his spent body. Then Quinlan breaks the silence with a breathless laugh and words spoken in a sing-songy voice.

"You're welcome!"

#quinobiani #smut prompts #claire's stuff #probs post this on ao3 too

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ssahotchnerr · 2 years

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omg i just had a thought!!!! what if instead of aaron/greg spoiling you, you spoil them!!! taking them out for haircuts. washing/gasing their cars. buying them new suits/ties/cuff links or whatever. or buying them hot casual wear. maybe also buying them a little trinket/jewelry to remind them of you. then at the end of the day you cook/buy dinner and sit on their lap and feed them while kissing them sosososo many times!! 🥹🥹🥹

THAT'S SIMPLY ADORABLE AHHHHH

cw; mention of food, a bit of angst with greg?

with aaron, one saturday morning you force him out of bed bright and early. he's all ??? mumbling into his pillow, what are you doing? and you insist that that day, is 🥰 aaron day 🥰 he lifts his head off his pillow, his hair all messy and gives you a sleepy smile. "what?" he'll ask, and you respond by throwing a pair clothes at him and telling him to get ready >:) you spend the entire day spoiling him, because he is home and not away and you will shower him with all the love and affection he deserves before another case takes him away :( it's a little hard to surprise him with little things on the daily, because of his schedule, so that's why you invented aaron days 🥰 you'll buy him so many ties and dress shirts, treat him to a haircut (you love when his hair is shorter on the sides but a bit longer up front <3), one time in the past you've also talked him into getting a mani/pedi hehe <3 so you'll treat him to that as well <33. and that rolex he wears everyday!!! you splurged and got him a new one with an engraving of your name on it, maybe even your anniversary date, just anything personable to the two of you <3 he was astounded when you gave it to him, he even got a little teary eyed too from your generosity and love for him 🥹 and with the engraving, it's like you're constantly with him in the field; you also like to think you're helping keeping him safe somehow :( and aaron days always end with you cooking his favorite food for him, and AH he loves when you sit on his lap and feed him 🥰 it just makes him feel so loved and taken care of 🥰 and the amount of kisses you give him!!!! enough to last him a lifetime and more <3 and you'll never stop supplying them ever <3

omg the way greg would just melt at the tiniest lil things you do for him. you'll steal his car from his office's parking lot to get its oil changed, cleaned inside and out, and he appreciates that so much because it saves him so much time🥹 plus he can tend to get a bit flustered when things are hectic in life, so you always help ease the stress however you can. you'll help him highlight case findings, distract and encourage him if his parents aren't being very supportive, and shower him with kisses and cuddles on a hard day :( little things like that, he considers as you spoiling him; you don't need to, but choose to 🥺 and comparable to you, his whole wardrobe is things you've bought for him 🥰 omg he has a lucky suit!!!! that he insists it's lucky because you're the one that bought it for him, so he wears it to all his lawyer duties and it has a very impressive streak of wins <3 🥰 as for lil jewlery pieces, he has a lil necklace he wears under his button ups/shirts that has the first letter of your name 🥰 he loves wearing it, because it's a constant reminder of you, and it's close to his heart which is perfect because you own his <3 and AH he loves when you cook for him!!!!!!! he loves coming up behind you when he sees you cooking, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his neck on your shoulder to watch 🥺 <333 he's just a sucker for all lil domestic moments of affection full of intention and things that come naturally as well, especially since he never saw anything similar coming from his parents growing up 🥺 he wants a perfect life with you, one that's solely full of the two of you expressing your love for each other. so when you spoil him, he appreciates it more than you know 🥹

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“wohoah woah woah, guys what are you doing?”

(as they inch towards him🙈)

lee!peter1 because i love how you write for him as a lee and ler!peter2 & ler!peter3 :))))

ilysm!!! you’re fics are amazing sweet🥰🥰

Anon: hi! I love ur stories! They are so cute! Do you think we could get one with Lee! Peter 1 where his brothers are giving him some loving tickles and they find out about a new spot on the front of his neck sensitive to nuzzles/raspberries/tk kisses? eheheh it’s a lil headcanon that lives rent free in my head sdfghj

(These two fit together so perfectly that I had to put them together! @babyparker11 and Anon, this is for you both ❤️ thank you for your kind comments and support! Both mean so much ❤️ P.S: I don't know if the song genres fit very well, but I had to throw a pun in 😁 Let me know what you guys think and have a great day!)

"Wohoah woah woah, guys what are you doing?" Peter 1 exclaimed as he scooted backwards across the couch.

"We haven't gotten to see you all daaay! We've been cuteness deprived!" Three teased as he and Peter 2 crept closer.

"More than that, we've been deprived of any giggles too," Peter 2 chimed in. "That makes for extra hungry tickle monsters."

Peter 1 smirked as held up his foot. "Then maybe the tickle monsters shouldn't have gotten me footie pajamas."

As the weather got cooler, the three Peters tried to dress as warmly as possible. Peter 2 and 3 exchanged a look before turning back to the youngest.

"Trying to use our own weapon against us." Peter 2 teased as he quickly grabbed his ankle and yanked. "Well that's not going to stop us.

The youngest squeaked as he fell back on the couch. Nervous giggles poured out of his mouth as Peter 3 lifted his upper half so he could sit behind him. "We tickle monsters have a way of working around those things."

Peter 2 wrapped one leg around the youngest's waist. "If anything, those pajamas make you even cuter."

Three wrapped his arms snugly around the youngest and rested his chin on his shoulder. "Doesn't he look even more like a little kid?"

"I know. How old are you again bud? I can't remember if it's 18 or 2."

Peter 1 pouted.

Three squinted playfully. "Someone's in a tickle mood."

Peter 1 blushed and tried to hide his face.

"Oh? I think you're right Three." Two glanced down at Peter 1's feet. "Though, I'm guessing the pajamas mean no more feet tickles?"

Peter 1 nodded. "Plehease?"

Last time the older two had attacked, they had each grabbed a foot and played these little piggies. While the youngest had enjoyed it, he didn't want a repeat for a little while.

Two nodded. "No feet tickles. Got it."

Three smirked. "But what about neck tickles?"

One's eyes widened comically as his giggles grew. "Uhum . . ."

"Is that a yes um or a no um?" Three whispered into Peter 1's ear.

"Yehes!"

Two smiled. "You heard him Three."

"Loud and clear."

One squealed whenever Peter 3's face met the side of his neck. The middle brother hadn't shaved yet either and that made the ticklish feeling even worse.

"Look at how cute you are." Two teased as he spidered a hand across the youngest's stomach.

The thicker fleece of the pajamas helped a little, but One's stupid spider sense still tingled at the added attack.

Suddenly, One let out one of the loudest of squeals the older two had ever heard.

Three jerked his head back and looked at Peter 2 with the biggest grin he could make.

"What did you do to get that noise?" Two pushed.

"I nuzzled right here." Three explained before nuzzling into the front of Peter 1's neck again.

The youngest squealed and kicked his legs as much as he could.

Two grinned. "After all our attacks, how did we just find out about this spot?"

"Someone's been keeping secrets." Three teased before throwing in a raspberry.

Peter 1 squealed. "IHI DIHIDNT KNOHOW!"

"Well now we do."

Peter 2 tapped Peter 3's head. "Hey Three? I wonder if it works over here too."

With Three's head out of the way, Peter 2 nuzzled into the other front side of Peter 1's neck.

"EEEEEEEHEHE!"

Three laughed. "Michael Jackson would have had competition with your squeals around bud."

Peter 2 had to lean back and laugh at Peter 3's comment. "Gohood one!"

"Who's Michael Jackson?"

Both older brothers stared wide-eyed at Peter 1.

"The brother of Janet Jackson," Peter 2 added.

"Umm. . . should I know who that is?"

Peter 2 face palmed. "Young people these days."

"I would have forgiven you for not knowing Michael, but Janet!"

The youngest scrunched up his shoulders. "Sorry. I only ever listened to ACDC with Mr. Stark and Aunt May was more an Elton John fan!"

Three smiled. "I am so opening your eyes to a new genre of music."

"Not without me."

Peter 1 looked between his two older brothers with the most confused expression on his face.

Peter 2 laughed. "Sorry, we went off on another tanget."

"Still want more tickles?" Three teased as he used his fingers to squeeze the bottom of Peter 1's ribs.

Peter 1 squealed and squirmed harder, but he still managed to nod at the statement.

"You're so cute Bug. I just gotta eat you up." Peter 2 added in before leaning forward and planting kisses into the new found tickle spot on the youngest's neck.

"I wonder how ticklish your neck really is Bug. Obviously more than we expected."

"Guess we'll have to test that theory."

Peter 1 eyes widened again as he giggles picked up. "Oho noho."

With the tickle attack back on track, the older two turned the attention back to Peter 1's neck. He was attacked with multiple kisses, nuzzles, and raspberries. Howver, Peter 1 only asked them to stop when both sides of his neck were nuzzled into by unshavened faces.

"OKAHA---." Peter 1 snorted. "AHAY! OKAHAY!"

Peter 2 and 3 immediately pulled away. Even though the tickles had stopped, Peter 1 continued giggling. "Ohoho mahan."

"You good bud?" Three genuinely asked.

Peter 1 smiled and nodded.

Two chuckled. "He just loves a good tickle."

The blush on Peter 1's face reached his ears. "Soho do yohou!"

"This isn't about me though. It's about how cute our baby brother is."

Three placed a kiss atop the youngest's head before releasing him. "And how much we need to corrupt him. Come on, I know what we're going to do today."

Peter 1 grinned. "Okahay Phineas."

Two froze as he got off his brother. "Is that the sponge Peter 3 likes to watch so much?"

Both younger brothers stared wide-eyed at the oldest.

Oh yeah, he was getting educated too.

#lee peter 1 #ler peter 2 #ler peter 3 #ticklefic

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