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xmxisxforxmaybe · 4 years

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Sex trope #11 wiiiith.. whoever you think would give the best massages cos this bitch 🙋🏼‍♀️ is a big ol horny slut for massages. 😁 Pls and thank you. ❤️

# 11 is … touching anywhere but where the person desperately wants to be touched … I’m gonna deliver on that Steve smut you swore you never knew you needed 😉

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“And you are 100% certain that me, getting naked, is going to help you pass your last elective?”

“Not naaaked,” Steve said slowly as his hand came up and scratched at the back of his head.

You raised your eyebrow as you took in the desperation on your friend’s face; it was cute that he was so nervous about asking you to do this for him.

“I’ve had massages before, Steve. If this is some kind of a trick …” you threatened, narrowing your eyes to see if he’d break.

“I promise,” he said quickly, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his loose jeans. “I just need to practice on someone and I kinda waited until the last minute so I’m kinda outta options.”

“Big surprise,” you quipped with a roll of your eyes.

“So … you’ll do it?”

With a resolved look, you uttered, “What’s the worst that can happen?”

“Thanks, Y/N!” Steve said, his face splitting into a toothy grin. “Come over in an hour? I have to set up the table and stuff.”

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In exactly one hour’s time, you knocked lightly on the door to Steve Dibiasi’s apartment. One part of you couldn’t believe you were actually doing this, and another part of you was curious to see if he was actually any good at it. Plus, you’d known Steve since sophomore year. He was a silly, sweet guy, and you had almost hooked up on more than one occasion, the key word being almost. Either you were seeing someone, or he was seeing someone, or the stress of midterms or finals was making all of your friends do regrettable things, so thanks to bad timing, it just never happened.

Steve answered the door with what you could have sworn was a shy smile. The Steve you knew was never embarrassed, despite the fact that some of the things that came out of his mouth should have embarrassed him. He had ditched his flannel and was dressed in a dark blue t-shirt and the same jeans from this afternoon.

Music was quietly playing in the apartment, and it looked like, for once, Steve or his roommate had actually picked up after themselves.

You shrugged out of your jacket and tossed it on the sofa along with your bag.

“Where’s the table?”

“In my room. Figured that was more private in case Felix comes back from his girlfriend’s early.”

“So, I guess I’ll just go in and get ready? Give me like five minutes?”

Steve hustled over to the door of his bedroom and opened it; he had candles lit and the massage table looked professional—it had sheets on it, along with a thick blanket on top that kept the client warm and covered as the massage therapist worked.

“I’m … impressed,” you said, tossing a quizzical smile over your shoulder.

“Thanks,” Steve said, hands in his pockets again as he lingered in the doorway.

“So … I’ll just be stripping down now.”

“Fuck! Right. Sorry. Five minutes,” he stammered as he shut the door behind him.

You laughed to yourself as you stripped down to your bra and panties. After a moment’s thought, you unhooked your bra and tossed it onto Steve’s bed with the rest of your clothes.

You climbed onto the table and laid on your back, assuming this was a typical full body massage. You snuggled under the blanket but brought your arms out to lay on top.

“Ready!” you called, wondering if Steve was—

Hovering just outside of the door, he came bursting in before you could even close your mouth.

“I should’ve asked this first, but I forgot. Is there anywhere you don’t want me to touch you?” his big blue eyes appeared over you and looked comically concerned.

You laughed again, “Aside from the obvious?”

He rolled his eyes, “Duh,” then asked, “Did you really get naked?”

“How unprofessional of you to ask, Mr. Masseur,” you teased.

“Sorry, I just—I’ll just get started.”

At first you watched him fumble around with the massage oil, but as soon as his hands were sliding across your skin, your eyes drifted shut.

He started with your right hand, working various pressure points before he slid up your arm and massaged your bicep. As Steve came closer to your head, you were suddenly very aware of how good he smelled. By the time he had rubbed his way to your neck, you were incapable of stopping the moan that fell from your lips.

“Good?” he asked, and you could hear the cocky little grin on his lips.

“Shut up,” you mumbled.

“Seriously, though. Is the pressure okay? I was supposed to ask that earlier but forgot because you have such pretty skin.”

You cracked open an eye, but all you could see was a tuff of curls as Steve began to massage down your left arm.

“Pressure is great,” you replied, wondering if he was even aware of what he had just said.

After working his way down your left arm, he returned to your torso, focusing more on the fronts of your shoulders than the backs. You were acutely aware of how easy it would be for Steve to just “slip” under the blanket and massage your breasts, and you could feel your nipples growing hard at your mind’s suggestion.

What the fuck, you scolded yourself. And then, much more flippantly, you thought, what the fuck. Maybe, the timing was finally right for—

“Yikes!” you hissed, shivering a little as a blob of too-cold massage oil dripped onto your chest.

Steve apologized as he quickly scooped up as much as he could.

“You know, Steve,” you said quietly, “You could just keep working your way down my, uh, front.”

You could feel the room actually pause as Steve stopped moving.

Then he chuckled, “Nice one. You almost got me.”

Damn. It was going to be harder than you thought to get him to touch you where you wanted to be touched.

“I’m going to move on to your legs now,” Steve announced, actually remembering something he was supposed to say. “Let me know if the pressure is okay.”

He started working on your right leg, and the way he was pressing into the arch of your foot was divine. If those fingers felt that good on your foot, imagine what they could do—

“Cute toes.”

“Mmm. I’ve got cuter parts under this sheet,” you said breathily without opening your eyes.

Steve giggled, “Stop that. Makes it hard to keep this pro-fess-ion-al,” he enunciated.

“You just complimented my toes!”

“Fuck. You’re right. I suck at this.”

You sat up on your elbows and looked at him, taken aback by how sexy he looked as he held your left foot in his big hands, his fingers pressing over your toes.

“Steve—I’m teasing. You’re … damn good with your hands,” you finished, your voice lowering as you gave him a seductive look.

Steve paused his movements and really looked at you, his eyes scanning your face like he was really seeing you for the first time; you almost snickered as you watched the realization that this could become a game dawn across his features.

Slowly, Steve began to work up your left leg, his touches soft as his fingers danced up your shin rather than massaged.

You bit your lip as you watched him, his eyes still trained on your face.

“Lie back, Y/N,” he rumbled, his voice deeper than you’d ever heard it before.

You complied, snuggling back under the thick blanket until you felt the weight of it flung off you. Now, all that was separating your mostly naked body from Steve’s eyes was a very thin sheet.

“How’s the pressure? he purred, his hands straddling your thigh as he moved upward, the massage oil allowing them to slide silkily over your skin.

There was no hiding your pert nipples from him now, and you just hummed in response, your fingers flexing against the table.

Higher and higher, Steve’s hands climbed closer to where you wanted them, but just as his fingers were a breath away from your core, he slid them back down your thigh.

“Time to roll over,” he said in a too-professional tone.

Again, you picked your head up to look at him, fixing him with a glare.

Steve just looked back at you, his lips slightly parted before he gave you a nod of encouragement.

But you weren’t about to play fair.

You sat up, stretching, and let the sheet fall away to pool at your waist.

“Fuuuck,” Steve whispered, his eyes wide as his tongue poked out to wet his lips.

You took your time, stretching high above your head, pushing your chest out and even running your hands over your breasts, giving them a little squeeze before finally rolling over onto your stomach. You situated your arms to lay on either side of your head as you rested on your cheek, your eyes settling on the flickering candles closest to Steve’s bedroom door.

“Mmm. So relaxed,” you murmured, your wicked grin hidden from him.

But Steve wasn’t out of this new game yet. He lathered up his hands again and moved to stand directly in front of your face, his hard cock, clearly visible beneath his jeans. As he leaned in to start massaging your back, his crotch brushed against your arm.

“How’s the pressure?” he asked as his length casually pressed into your forearm.

Two could play at that game.

“How is the pressure?” you returned, pressing your arm into his cock.

You felt his hands stutter as they slid down your back, and with a growl of frustration, Steve stopped touching you only to grasp your upper body and roll you over, damn near dumping you off the table before he caught you and pulled your bare chest to his covered one.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he said, his eyes looking down at your lips before he captured them in a brutal kiss.

You both moaned at the contact and you clutched at the hem of his t-shirt before yanking it up and over his head. You wasted no time in stripping him down to be as naked as you, your fingers flying over his button and zipper, his too loose jeans pooling at his feet.

He scrambled out of them and climbed on to the massage table, settling his body over yours as you never stopped kissing. Your skin was still warm and slick from the massage oil and even though Steve’s hands were everywhere, they still weren’t in the one place you wanted them.

“Touch me, please,” you begged.

Steve pulled back, his lips red and shiny as he caught his breath and said, “Thought that��s what I was doing for the last half hour.”

“Stop being an asshole!” you whined, kicking off the tangled sheet so you could spread your legs.

“I could get fired for—”

“Oh my god, Steve! Please,” you groaned.

He laughed, his eyes crinkling and his teeth flashing as he finally moved his hand to your abdomen. He began to rub lightly, back and forth along your panty line.

“Hey,” he said, forcing your eyes to focus on him.

You looked up and were sobered by the adoration in them.

“I really like you,” Steve said. “I don’t want this to just be a one-off.”

“I like you, too,” you said with a soft smile.

“Obviously,” he said with a wriggle of his brows.

“Shut up and touch me,” you returned, reaching down to wrap your hand around his hard cock.

Steve’s eyes fluttered shut as he groaned low in his throat at the contact, but you pulled your grip away just as quick.

Steve’s thick fingers dipped below the waistband of your panties as his eyes opened and locked on yours. He watched your face as he slid through your wet lips, parting them to press into your clit with his middle finger.

“Oh, fuck yes,” you moaned.

“How’s the pressure?” he asked, his face split into a shit-eating grin.

#smutty saturday #steve dibiasi #steve dibiasi x reader #Rami Malek smut #Larry Crowne fanfic #Steve Dibiasi smut

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xmxisxforxmaybe · 4 years

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I feel like Steve is the type of guy who would show up at your place with the munchies, and you'd try to be all sultry like, "Well I've got something you can eat." But it goes right over his head, and then you'd have to make the poor boy some eggs or something.

Off campus housing had its benefits, the first and foremost being a bathroom you didn’t have to share. Purely by a series of fortunate events (unfortunate on behalf of your would’ve been roommate who ended up with a severe case of the chicken pox because she’d never been vaccinated) you ended up with an apartment all to yourself, which made for the perfect senior year of college.

You had space, you had a great group of friends, and your classes were all going well, even your public speaking elective that was comprised of an eclectic group of students, one of whom was currently grinning at you as you peeked through the peephole of your apartment door.

“Hi, Steve,” you said, slightly exasperated as you opened your door wide enough for him to shuffle in.

It was clear he was high as a kite so what he wanted from you either involved food or coming over to his place to watch some strange YouTube or his favorite stoner movies. You had been his saving grace throughout this course and while you had gotten close, you hadn’t hooked up yet.

And you were desperate to. There was just something so damn sexy about this goofball that you couldn’t get him off your mind. It was too-often his name that tumbled from your lips when you were alone in your bedroom, relieving some tension.

Maybe now was the perfect time to make a move, you thought.

“Hey-yo, Y/N. Sup?”

“You came over to my place. I should be asking you what’s up.”

He laughed, a little giggle that stayed in his chest which made you want to know what it felt like to be lying on that chest, naked, in a state of fucked-out bliss while he talked about something that only half made sense.

Thirsty girl, indeed.

“I’m fucking starving and there’s, like, no food at our place.”

“What else is new,” you said, walking over to Steve and placing your hands on his chest so he stilled his movements to look at you.

“Hey,” he repeated, his lips turned up in a quirk of a smile as his eyes narrowed while he tried to focus on your face.

“Hey,” you said, raising your brow and placing a seductive smile on your lips. “You’re hungry?”

Steve’s hands came up to your waist, his fingers twitching a little before they came to rest.

“Starvin’ like marvin.’”

“I’ve got something you might like …”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah—wait here.”

You slipped away from Steve and he watched you, blinking in slow motion, as you disappeared into your bedroom and shut the door.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” you said under your breath as you dug through piles of laundry looking for your sexiest bra and panty set. After a sniff, you breathed a sigh of relief that the blue, lacy little set was clean. You stripped down and changed, grabbing a silk kimono off the back of your door. After a fluff of your hair, you pinched your cheeks to add a quick bit of color.

You opened the bedroom door and leaned dramatically in the doorway, sure you looked just like the snack Steve needed, except that he was nowhere to be seen.

“Steve?” you called out as you walked into the living room.

“BAAAABE!” Steve yelled from inside the refrigerator. “You’ve got EGGS! Can we have omelets?”

He whirled around and the carton almost flew out of his hands. His smile was wide, infectious as he looked at you like you were a Micheline star chef.

Not the look I was aiming for, you thought with disappointment.

“Are you sure that’s what you want to eat?” you purred, your hands popping onto your hips and opening your kimono.

“Unless you’ve got pizza?”

With a heavy sigh, you belted your kimono, walked over to Steve and took the carton of eggs out of his hand.

“Go sit in the living room before you hurt yourself,” you groused.

“You are THE best human being I’ve ever met, Y/N,” he said as he grabbed your face and gave you a wet, smacking kiss on the forehead.

“Yeah, yeah. Shoo,” you said wriggling out of his grasp without breaking the eggs.

“Y/N?”

“What, Steve?” you asked as you bent over to dig a glass bowl out of the cupboard.

“After we eat, I’m gonna spread your sexy thighs open wide and fuck you senseless.”

The only sound in the kitchen was the splattering of eggs as the carton fell from your hand.

#steve dibiasi #steve dibiasi x reader #FLUFFY FUN #Sometimes I need to just have some fun #Low intensity

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xmxisxforxmaybe · 5 years

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Okay, I think I originally sent this prompt to the wrong person, but for the drabble prompts, 47 & 97... I can see it being funny, but do with it what you want. As for characters... Idk... Finn, Josh, Steve, or... Idk.. Whichever one want to write.

STEVE! I haven’t gotten to play with him, yet : )

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“Jesus, Dibiasi. This is the opposite of what I told you to do!”

Steve looked up at you and then back at his latest essay, an F scrawled in the top left corner. His mouth was hanging open in an awkward smile like it usually did when he was trying to get out of trouble.

“You told me to write about the nervous system and its skeleton, meat, and skin. I mean, I thought it was kinda weird for a history class, but it was easy once I started typing.”

You sank onto the sofa next to him, your head cradled in your hands, mumbling to yourself, “It was a metaphor, a simple metaphor. Used it a thousand times in the writing center. Nervous system is the thesis. Skeleton, the quotes. Meat is the analysis. And the skin makes it pretty, just like on a person—transitions, diction. I’ve never—never—”

Steve grinned and reach over to pat your leg.

“It’s okay, Y/N. Professor Smolleck said I could do it again for half-credit. I can still get the C I need to pass for the semester.”

“Dibiasi. I don’t say this lightly, but you’re hopeless. Completely hopeless. You wouldn’t even remember your own name if you hadn’t written it on the tops of your papers for like 15 years.”

You chanced a glance at Steve to see if you had actually hurt his feelings, but he was still grinning, looking at you like you were a freshly opened bag of Cheetos.

“What?” you asked, exasperated.

“I can prove to you I do remember things—I just get school stuff mixed up because it’s school. And school’s school,” he said shrugging.

“Alright—so let’s try this one more time. The nervous—”

“No, not that,” Steve interrupted. “Close your eyes.”

You quirked your eyebrow and started to protest, but Steve said, “Please. Let me just prove to you I’m not the idiot you think I am.”

“I don’t think you’re an—”

“I know, I know. You’re too nice to think that. Seriously, just close your eyes.”

You sighed, but obliged.

“The first time I ever saw you was last semester. You were wearing this little top, pink and white stripes and a pair of shorts, damn, those shorts. I thought you were hot—asked everyone I knew, but couldn’t get a name. And then I ended up here. Last Tuesday when we worked on my paper, you were wearing a red shirt, v-neck, cut kinda low. That I definitely remember. But that wasn’t what distracted me—it was the way the red of the sweater made your brown eyes stand out. Like, I could see your eyes had a line around them, so dark it’s almost black. And I remember that in your left eye, there are two spots of a golden color. Y/N, you’re beautiful. That’s what I remember.”

You knew at some point during Steve’s recollection that your mouth had fallen open in surprise, but even though he had stopped talking, you couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes.

After a moment, you took a deep breath and said, “I’m sorry for saying you’re hopeless.”

And as you slowly opened your eyes, you found that Steve’s were trained on your face, waiting to see whether you’d tell him to fuck off or not.

“So, I can come back for help?”

“Is that all you want . . . Steve?” you said, testing the way his name sounded on your tongue.

Steve’s face split into a million-dollar smile, and you found yourself answering that grin with your own.

“Wanna hang out sometime? Like, not in here, I mean,” Steve said, his grin faltering a little as he clarified his question.

God, he was a doofus, but he was a sweet one.

You nodded, and Steve jumped up and did a fist pump, hissing, “Yesss!”

You sighed, cringing a little, but still amused,“Why am I not surprised that you would do that?”

“You’ve got that one wrong, too. I’m full of surprises,” Steve said, slinging on his backpack and wriggling his eyebrows.

“Do not make me regret saying yes,” you said.

“I won’t. Wait until you see my revised paper—meat, potatoes, carrots. It’ll be a full meal!”

You sighed again and shook your head, finally letting yourself laugh a little.

“Potatoes and carrots. Can’t wait,” you said, standing up to press a kiss to his cheek.

Steve watched you go, a grin fixed on his face, before he turned around and gave the air one more fist pump.

#steve dibiasi #steve dibiasi x reader #Steve dibiasi drabble

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bo-rhapheart · 5 years

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Guys !!!

Please send requests.

•HC

•Imagines

•Fake Instagram

•Preference

#rami malek x reader #ahkmenrah x reader #steve dibiasi x reader #benjamin x reader #nate x reader #finn x reader #seneschal higginbottom x reader #jonah x reader #louis dega x reader #freddie mercury x reader #kenny al bahir x reader #merriell snafu shelton x reader #elliot alderson x reader #josh washington x reader #joe mazzello x reader #ben hardy x reader #gwilym lee x reader #lucy boynton x reader

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bo-rhapheart · 5 years

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Requests

Send those requests in.

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bo-rhapheart · 5 years

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Request

Guys sadly I don’t have WiFi in my house so I can’t posted imagines, HC , Preference. you have send me until the 18 of this month. BUT I can do fake Instagram imagines or shipping. So please send some fake Instagram imagines or if you want me to ship you with Rami characters or Bo-Rap cast or characters. I would LOVE to to do it. So please send some my way.

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bo-rhapheart · 5 years

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Request Preferences

Guys please send some preferences. I’m in the mood to do some preferences

#ahkmenrah preferences #ahkmenrah x reader #steve dibiasi x reader #benjamin preferences #benjamin x reader #louis dega x reader #freddie mercury preferences #freddie mercury x reader #merriell snafu shelton x reader #elliot alderson x reader #josh washington preferences #josh washington x reader #rami malek x reader

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xmxisxforxmaybe · 4 years

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Hey dear, I love your work!! Can I ask what's in your inbox? ♥️

One million things, which is why I “officially” closed my requests until I catch up. Unless I have a whim to just do some new prompts 🙃

My muse has sort of been all . . .

Fluff

may a request for detective baxter and his partner working on a case or something, and she's like a smart-ass, funny, sort of chaotic person and he is super serious and uptight and she is tryin to make him laugh and let loose? idk i just thought about it like she's 🌈🌞🤪🖕and he's 🧠💆🌧😠

Can you do one of Josh Washington and female reader where the reader is Chris’ half-sister, but no one in the group knows so they were really surprised when she first visited (maybe staying with Chris and his family for the holidays ) and met them and Josh falls in love with her. So Josh doesn’t stop bugging Chris about her, like asking everything about her and stuff. And Chris has finally had enough so he sets the two of them up in a date?

May I ask for something about Steve Dibiasi x male reader? Fluff, strangers to friends? They keep meeting at the college's library at random, and although they don't have any classes together they start studying side by side and reader is very quiet, mostly listening to Steve talk. Steve keeps bringing snacks and sharing them with reader who in return gets them both sodas and coffee, and they both start wishing they'd interact more but not sure how to say it to one another. Is this okay?

Elliot alderson x reader where Elliot sees the reader where the reader wants Elliot to meet there friends and it's just kinda sweet and wholesome and crap P.s I fuggin love your writing💗💗💗💗

Can you do an Elliot x reader in the honour of No Time To Die where Elliot slowly gets drunk (not too drunk) on wine while binge watching James Bond films with the reader and makes meta comments about them before he falls asleep.

“Have you ever danced in the rain?” - Elliot - fluff 😊😊

Smut

This is me officially requesting a follow up to “Pretty in Those Beads” something achingly fluffy and sinfully smutty, if you feel so inclined 😜 maybe get creative with the beads?? Go where your muse takes you darling!

I’d love something with Rami or Elliot where you’ve been seeing each other for awhile and every time you think you’re gonna hook up for the first time something interrupts you or life stops your plans. So basically you’re both super frustrated and when you finally sneak away and get some time it’s smutty and amazing....I hope that makes sense, it’s about that build up to the moment!

Could you please do (if it's not to much trouble) Rami Malek smut where him and the reader have to do a sex scene and he gets a boner (sorry this is probably really stupid)

"Don't call me 'princess', asshole" - Snafu (couldn't imagine anyone else calling someone "princess" lol)

"you don't scare me." + "can you take it?" maybe some angsty/intense smut with MM Elliot? Thank u babes you are a gift 🤍

Hey, can I ask for the prompt "anything involving the secretive brushing of fingertips against inner thighs in public spaces" for Steve Dibiasi x male reader please? I realized you almost never wrote for him and I think he's super cute and sweet. Would love to have reader tease him a bit and vice versa :P is this okay? Established relationship where they've been together for a while?

Hi! You're by far my favorite writer for the man himself so I wanted to ask you.. can we plleeasse get a super sweet and passionate morning sex smutty-fluffer with Mr. Washington? Maybe the two of them had a stressful week at work/school or something and they decided to drive up to the lodge to escape by themselves for a long weekend together?? I'm on a massive Josh kick right now, there isn't enough love for him 😫😫

‘Try to stay quiet, understand?’ With detective cutie pants pretty please with sexy things on top 😉

smut prompts 23 and 62 for rami, pretty please!! the smuttier the better ;)“We cant do that here!” “I think thats the first time i’ve heard you moan…it was like a fucking melody.”

Prompt 101. “Please, remind me again why we’re having sex behind a tree?” and 106. “Did you just look me up and down and then bite your lip? ‘Cause if you did we’re having sex. Right now.” pleasssseeee. with maybe snafu?? ya that sounds good :)

Hello I'm greedy and I'm sending yet another request.. that picture of Rami going around from his college days has me sweaty. Can you please do a smut about meeting college aged Rami at a heaven and hell party (popular at Evansville) and he brings you back to his dorm.. PLEASE!? 🥰🥵🥵

Angst

Not a day goes by that I don't think about us."- Elliot 🖤

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I’m also still working on a few of my own pieces.

Thank you, all, for indulging me and for being patient with me 🖤 I do try my best to get to all of your requests.

#asks #what's in da box beeetch #A LOTTA SHIT IN DA BOX #I'm trying tho #am writing #my writing #Love you all #in box

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xmxisxforxmaybe · 4 years

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Can I ask what's in your inbox? ♥️

Updated: 12 April 2020

WIP List:

I’m procrastinating on the Elliot requests because I’m concentrating on finishing Decryption_Error (I’m so close I could cry). I like to write random short pieces while I’m working on something longer, so keep that in mind if you want to submit a request–I like a little diversity to see what sparks the muse 😊

Longer WIPS:

Ahk x Male Reader Series: University students/Meeting parents/Misc adventures

Poker Game in the Bayou with Merriell “Snafu” Shelton (SMUT)

Decryption_Error: TWO MORE CHAPTERS (“Master Mind” and “Catastrophic_Failure”)

Charlie + Rami smut (I literally have to pry myself away from this so I think it will be out in a week or two)

Inbox Requests

Could you do a snafu x reader where him or the reader gets hurt and the other one has to clean up the wounds while the other just makes flirty sarcastic remarks

Detective Cutie Pants Can I do a request on our sweet little detective, where he frisks, cuffs, and has a lot of physical contact with the reader, maybe some light hearted smut at the end? :P

“wow i did not know that was A Thing for me until right now and i’m totally fine with that but for the love of god keep doing it” for Snafu!!

If you have time, I'd love the "it's okay, I'm here" for a soft, sad Elliot.

Comfort piece for Elliot post 4x07 with a plus-size, nurse!reader

“Dat’s not gonna work on me, little girl.” - Mer

Elliot x reader where he feels bad for not being more materialistic and like cuddly and stuff so he tries really hard but just fail really bad and the reader notices so tells them they appreciate it but he doesn’t need to do that kinda stuff and it’s just really fluffy and stuff

“Have you ever danced in the rain?” - Elliot - fluff

Could you do an Elliot x reader where Elliot keeps embarrassing himself in front of the reader and he just feels really frustrated that he can’t walk by you and not fuck something up you can end how ever you want

Elliot alderson x reader where Elliot sees the reader where the reader wants Elliot to meet there friends and it’s just kinda sweet and wholesome and crap

Steve Dibiasi x male reader

#asks #what's in da box beeetch #inbox stuff #requests #WIPs

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