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[sci-fi-disney-prince]

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[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Touching 8 and 9 for santi

Part of Youvebeenlivingfictional’s 2K Follower Celebration Pairing Santiago Garcia x Reader Rating: T Warnings: Cursing, angst, ends in fluff, mention of a gun/non-descriptive violence, mentions of sexual situations, but no explicit scenes

Santiago Garcia had been your bodyguard for two years.

In that time, you’d come to learn a lot about one another: likes and dislikes, favorite foods, seasonal allergies… What the other was like in bed. You’d had an initial attraction to the man— you knew that it was ill-advised, but he was damningly irresistible. At the time of your first encounter, you’d assumed it would also be your last. But you and Santiago just seemed to keep coming back to one another, no matter how many times the both of you swore up and down it would be the last time. Santiago had become so much to you that you’d almost forgotten what he did. -- It was an image that would be seared into your mind for the rest of your life— the barrel of a gun, and then the back of Santiago’s head. The reports read that you’d screamed his name, screamed, “No!”, but you had no recollection of it. You just remembered the sight of him, the fear that had shot through you, not for yourself— just for him. -- “...Are they reassigning you?” You hadn’t let yourself meet his eye since he’d come in; you hadn’t let yourself reach for him, or get too close. You’d already gotten far too close. “No,” Was his soft answer, “We’ve been working together a while, they’re not surprised we’re...Familiar,” He hadn’t quite stuck that landing, but you knew that he meant it sincerely. You nodded a little bit. “You’re alright?” “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” “Considering you stepped in front of a man set on opening fire, no,” You said harshly, “You shouldn’t.” Santiago didn’t answer. He took a few slow steps toward you, stopping just in front of you. When he reached out, you stayed absolutely still— even as his fingers trailed over the side of your hand. “Senator—” He tried, but you could hear the teasing in his tone. “Don’t,” You shook your head, “Don’t, I thought— I thought you—” Santiago wrapped your hand in his, using the hold to draw you into his chest. You folded against him, pressing your face into his shoulder. He smoothed his hand over the back of your shoulder, quiet, letting you settle, letting you feel that he was there with you. “When was the last time you slept?” He murmured. You shook your head a little bit, unwilling to answer— Santi always got on you about how much you slept– or didn’t. He gave you another moment before he steered you deeper into your hotel room. The two of you settled down on your bed. Santiago was surprisingly pliant as you pushed him onto his back before you cuddled up against his chest. You rested your ear over his chest and closed your eyes, listening to the steady thudding of his heart. Santiago massaged the nape of your neck gently. “I won’t let anything happen to you,” He said softly after a few minutes. You huffed softly. “Fuckssake, Santi,” You mumbled, “It’s not me I’m worried about.” 

[the-purity-pen]

Here is my sinful thought. Sending Benny a sexy picture. One that would make him so hot and bothered. Could not wait to get home so he can ravage her

Benny LOVES getting sexy and steamy texts and pictures from you. He always has. What started as harmless flirting had turned hot and heavy rather quickly. You decided today that you’d get a little dressed up and tease him while he was out at a fundraiser event. 

He hadn’t invited you and it didn’t really bother you since you hadn’t put an official label on whatever you two were. But that didn’t seem to stop him from texting you how bored he was and how stuffy some of these donators were. You were giggling at the selfie he sent, his hair perfectly coifed but his face making a bored pout.

The picture you sent him back made his jaw drop. His pulse quickened and his eyes dilated. He quickly typed back a response.

[ holy fuck babe. you look incredible. i’m coming home to rip that right off, you know that, right? ]

When Benny got home, his suit was ripped from his body as he ran his way through your house, down the hall and to the bedroom doorway where he was stopped in his tracks. You were waiting for him, laid out on the bed like a gift he couldn’t wait to unwrap.

He practically growled before pouncing and you laughed before your laughs turned into moans as he ripped the thin material to get at your core. His mouth attached to your clit as his his tongue licked a broad stripe up your folds. One of your hands tangled into his hair, holding him against you as your hips writhed against his face. 

He was right that he ripped it all right off of you but he promised to buy you a thousand more outfits if it meant you would keep sending him sexy texts like that.

[kikis-writing-world]

Fluff #15 for poe

Definitely fluffy this time!

#15: “I’m right here.”

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Warnings: Just my usual lack of editing.

You carried the dinner tray in both hands, careful to balance it and not let anything tip over as you navigated your way through the halls. You were finishing your own meal, wondering where your busy boyfriend was, when Connix had run over with a message. Poe was held up in a meeting that had no current end in sight.

You sighed at the news. Not because you hadn’t gotten to eat dinner with him, but because he was once again not taking proper care of himself. The Resistance was important to both of you, but Poe had a bad habit of putting it before himself too often. There was being selfless, but then there was being careless. If he started skipping meals, his headaches would come back, putting his piloting at risk. It was a conversation the two of you had had before.

Connix smiled when she told you which room the meeting was being held in. She was probably relieved that someone was bothering to look after the Commander even if he wasn’t doing it himself.

You balanced the tray on your hip as you pressed the button to open the door. As it wooshed open, and you took the tray back into both hands, you paused. The room was dark, and there was no sign of any meeting. You leaned back to read the number on the wall, confirming you had gone to the right room - 143B - before taking a hesitant step inside.

“Poe?” You called into the empty room.

The door closed behind you, making you jump as the room plunged into darkness. With no light from the hallway to illuminate your path you couldn’t see anything.

“Poe, are you in here?” You called again.

“I’m right here.” His familiar voice answered back, making you heave a sigh of relief.

“What are you doing in the dark?” You chuckled. “Connix said you were in a meeting.”

The lights turned on and you blinked for a moment as your eyes focused. Poe was leaning against the wall next to the light switch, looking like a dream. He had on the brown pants that you loved, his off-white shirt open at the collar. A day’s stubble was already growing in across his jaw and his hair was tussled, likely from running his hands through it throughout the day. There was no one else in the room, but it wasn’t empty.

There were flower petals on the floor, reds and pinks and all your favorite colours. On the table in the middle of the room, there were two glasses and what looked like a bottle of wine. From afar, the label looked like the sparkling wine Poe had brought back to you from Coruscant when a mission kept him away for your birthday.

“What’s all this?” You smiled.

Poe crossed the room and took the tray of dinner from your hands, setting it aside. He took both hands in his own, pulling you into the room towards the wine.

“A surprise.” He answered, his own smile matching yours.

“How did you even know I’d come?” You teased.

“Because I know you.” He squeezed your hand before offering you a glass of the wine. You sipped it, the fruity flavor dancing over your tongue. It was the wine from Coruscant.

“Mmm, when did you get this?” You hummed, savoring it.

“I was saving it for a special occasion.”

“And what occasion is that?” You brow furrowed, wondering if you had forgotten something important.

Poe’s smile grew, like he was happy you had asked. Instead of answering, he simply dropped to one knee.

You gasped, eyes bulging out as you took in the handsome man smiling up at you.

“The one where I ask you to make me the happiest man in the galaxy,” he whispered, running his thumb over your knuckles. You could feel the tears pooling in your eyes, blurring your vision.

“I had a speech planned but, I’ll be damned if I can remember any of it now.” He laughed, looking away from you bashfully. “Something about the first time I met you and how you still make my heart race faster than hyperspace. It was a good one too…”

“Poe,” you breathed, drawing his attention back to you. You could feel your hand trembling in his grasp.

“Right, sorry.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. He took a deep breath, betraying his outward calm demeanor. You couldn’t believe he was nervous. One of the bravest men you’ve ever met - he’s taken on squads of tie fighters, brought down Dreadnoughts, looked Kylo Ren in the face and dared to crack jokes - and [you were making him nervous.

“I do remember the last part of the speech, luckily.” He locked eyes with you once more. Through your misty vision, you could see the spark of hope in his eyes. “Will you marry me?”

“Of course I will,” you laughed. As if you could answer any other way.

Poe laughed too, standing and surging forward to kiss you. His hands cupped your face, your own arms wrapping around him - only remembering at the last second you were still holding a glass of wine. The two of you were smiling so much, it was difficult to kiss properly but that wasn’t about to stop you.

A beeping to your side had you break the kiss, pulling away just enough to look down at BB-8. Of course the droid was in the room, there was no way Poe would do this without him. It made you laugh even more.

“He’s got something for you.” Poe nodded down towards the little droid. He slid his hands down your shoulders, only to make room for him to nuzzle into your neck as you inspected the droid.

His retractable arm jut out from his body, and you could see the gold ring glittering in his grasp. You recognized the ring instantly, having seen it hanging from Poe’s neck everyday. It had been his mother’s, and now he was giving it to you.

“Do I have to put it on myself?” You asked, biting your lip in anticipation. BB chirped up at him too, and you had to guess the droid agreed that Poe was dropping the ball.

Poe laughed, reaching down for the ring. You watched as he took your left hand, his own hand shaking as he slid the ring on your finger.

“As long as I’m here, you’ll never have to do anything by yourself ever again.” He promised. This time, even BB’s happy beeping wasn’t enough to stop the two of you from kissing.

[team-orders]

Poe / on the show called bones

THE SCREAM I JUST LET OUT. my roommate and i are currently doing a Bones rewatch so this hits

i was trying to decide whether to switch up the basic dynamic, but i just. i gotta be true to my 8th grade self and use Booth/Brennan as the starting point.

1.) Poe was a helicopter pilot for the Army pre-FBI. Growing up, he wanted to fly for the Air Force, instead, but he found out he’d have to become an officer to actually get into the air, and he wanted to leave his future a bit more open. 

2.) You’ve been tasked with working with a few FBI agents before Poe, so when your boss tells you that he’s volunteered you to assist the FBI again, you’re initially pissed about it. But then Poe comes into your lab with the FBI forensics team, personally delivering the body from the case that you’re going to help him solve, and it’s...... you’re not swayed specifically by his looks. Really, you’re not. He’s earnest and he asks questions about your work, which might annoy you except that he seems genuinely interested in the answers. You’d agree to help him for that alone. But like....... the fact that he’s got good hair and a nice smile doesn’t hurt.

3.) After you first encounter danger in the field, you tell Poe that you’d feel safer if you could carry a gun, so he goes through the process with you--going to the shooting range and cheering you on at your test where you get clearance to carry a weapon. You agree to rely on him whenever possible but he also doesn’t want you to be left helpless if something happens to him. (Inevitable scene where he helps you with your weapon stance in here.)

4.) Kes lives in town, and he and Poe see each other often. The two of you have been working together for the better part of a year the first time he introduces you, inviting you to join him and his dad for lunch. Kes promptly embarrasses the hell out of Poe by telling you just how brilliant he’s heard you are.

5.) Because I cannot help myself, you both end up confronting your feelings for each other when you have to go undercover as a couple on a case. We deserve to experience the culminating tension of that trope where a case nearly goes wrong because you and Poe are finally fooling around and turn off your surveillance equipment, missing some very important info about a suspect.

send me a character + a potential AU and i’ll tell you 5 facts about it

[bobfloydssunnies]

Have a request. Dont know if anyone has done it yet. Santiago watches his love doing karaoke. Idea came to me when I was listening a song Oscar was singing. Now that is a treat!

This idea is so cute! (also sorry I didn’t pick a song I just didn’t know what to pick )

Word count: 365

It was a night out with the guys and their girlfriends(wives, whatever you want), it also happened to be karaoke night as the bar you were at which turned into everyone taking turns singing or just dodging going up at all. Benny gave a very lovely and very drunk rendition of “all my friends say” by Luke Bryan. His girlfriend after that had decided they were done for the night and should head home. “You should go up babe,” Santi said before taking a drink of his beer. “And make a fool of myself, no thank you,” you tell him with a laugh. “Come on you sing around the house all the time,” he says smiling, “Yeah, with you or when I’m alone,” you tell him. He seemed to have dropped it for a while and everyone went back to talking and occasionally watching the others that went up to sing. “What if I pick the song for you,” Santi asked after a while “You really want me to go up there?” you asked him “Yeah kinda I love hearing you sing” he replied, you groaned “Santi baby please can’t I just sing for you in the car or when we get home,” “Yes, but come on it will be fun if you go up now maybe take one of the girls with you then you aren’t alone” he begged. “You’re a pain in my ass you know that Santiago,” you tell him before downing what’s left of your drink “but you love me” he stated with a grin. You talked Frankie’s girl into joining you and decide to have some fun and mess around with the boy because Frankie also seemed to have the same idea Santi had which meant they both annoyed you till you gave in. The two of you start singing and just messing around a little but Santi is focused more on the smile on your face and the sound of your voice then whatever song you two picked or that you two are trying to mess with him and Fish. He just happy to see you smile and laugh and know you picked him yo be happy with.

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[royal-abbotts]

Are you still doing kissing promts?

yes...? i mean like i have them just in my inbox for if i ever get inspired! if you wanna request one that’s fine! but i cannot promise i will get to it! im just kinda writing as i’m inspired rn!

[team-orders]

Hand over your heart

i know that some tropes have little names like that for something more specific, so i did a bit of quick googling to make sure that this was literally just what it sounds like -- a scenario where a character holds their hand over your heart -- and i think that’s it? if you’re asking for something else, by all means let me know

but. assuming that that’s what you’re asking for

i am very into those sorts of small but tender gestures, and i’m surprised that i haven’t written this specifically before. Poe and Santi both feel very obvious but well-suited to it because i think touch would be one of their preferred love languages and modes of showing comfort

but also oh man am i soft af thinking of Marcus Moreno doing it, wow wow 🥺

send me a fic trope and i’ll tell you how likely i am to write it and for which character(s)