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bunnylove1 · 2 months

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.•Velvette HC!•.

•.~Velvette x model!reader

•.~WARNINGS: smut! Velvette being velvette! Fluff! Sickness

•.~Love vel she’s so perfect and she’s mother

•Velvette definitely favourites you over all the other models

•She’ll even say it straight up “What your my favourite out of all these snooze bags”

•She lets you help her pick the fabrics for her next line

•Definitely asks you if you wanna get coffee before work

•Same with the coffee thing she will definitely text you “What do you want? Your normal or somethin new”

•Makes you stay late because she’s “Not done for the night” but really wants to hang out with you more

•Let’s you do her hair and make up and feel lucky this girl doesn’t let anyone do her hair nor even touch it

•Nicknames: “Baby cakes”, “Baby”, “Princess”, “Sweetie”, “Peach”, “Sweet cake”, “My fashion baby”, “My little girl”, “Doll”

•Her contact name for you in her phone is “Model baby”, why your her model and her baby so

•Definitely makes you go everywhere with her

•NEVER EVER lets you around Val maybe Vox but vals to touchy and no one’s allowed to touch her baby

•She finds the way you let her move you around like a doll cute and adorable

•She’s definitely doesn’t mind letting you be a little bit more ruff with her BUT she prefers to dom you

•She likes feeling in power of you, she likes making you feel small and owned by her

•SHE GOES HEAVY ON THE HICKEYS “Why’s everyone staring at you?” “Idk velvette maybe cause im a human fuckin grape!” “Oh well not my problem huh baby”

•Velvette is definitely into bdsm, she likes tying you up, overstimulating you anything really

•Same with leaving marks she’ll tie the rope tight enough to leave rope marks, she finds them hot

•Definitely into using toys on you especially if your tied up

•She likes you to wear shiny leather clothes finds it super hot “damn did I make those, fuck baby you look hot” she definitely spins you around and bites her lip

•She’s that woman that destroys you until your makeups ruined your voice is no longer there you can’t even think straight and say things like “What baby did mommy fuck you dumb huh”

•Calls herself mommy, and totally has a mommy/mistress kink

•Likes to sit you on her lap at meetings she’ll look the people staring at you guys and just go “What?” In her bratty tone

•She finds it funny when you boss around people, she likes the way you stick your index finger out and put and hand on your hip and yell at whoever fucked something up

•She’s a waist mover if your in her way of something she’ll grab your waist and move you over “Sorry baby you were in the way”

•Quick kisses in the modelling room, I can totally see her sowing the dress on you and just casually give you kisses

•Likes when you leave lip stick marks on her especially black lipstick marks

•Post small little appreciation things of you on her social media

•Your the only model she posts on her media

Caption would be like “Best model there tonight” or “Stunning girl breaks the media again” always praises you in the posts

•Dates with her are always fun, amusement park dates definitely to loo loo land, but she also just likes to watch movies at home and bake cupcakes or something

•She LOVES coming home seeing you in her clothes all snuggled up in your guys bed she just loves seeing you look all fluffy and adorable “Awwwww sweet cakes look at you, so adorable”

•Velvette knows how to take care of you when your sick she makes you homemade soup and brings you water and medicine, she holds your hair back while you throw up and definitely puts your head on her chest after, your her best model and girlfriend she has to take care of you “Shhh it’s okay baby cakes I’m here don’t worry”

•She feels lost when your not there at the modelling studio your the only thing keeping her from snapping at the other girls

•Makes you playlist its titled “Perfect princess” your perfect to her no matter what you do

•She’s a thigh girl, likes seeing you in thigh highs makes your thighs look so juicy and delicious she could just eat you up “Ugh baby I love your look today, The thighs look delicious too”

•.~AND WERE DONE she’s finally done, I love velvette down on my knees for her

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Credit to my edited!: @chiiyuzz thank you for helping me edit so many of my things!

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slvtforfiction · 5 months

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hi so this is kinda cringy 😭😭

but so your like roommates with johnnie jake etc and like one morning you come down with like love bites n shit like on ur neck, collar bone yeah so like nobody knew you had a partner but then like a guy follows you downstairs (ur boyfriend) and so johnnie has been planing to ask you out for a while since he thought you were single so he's lowkey jealous (ykk???( anyways get creative with the rest of that 😘

Love bites cause breakups

☆ Yesss!

☆ Ty anon <3

☆ Johnnie Guilbert X Reader

☆ Toxic relationship?

☆ Suggestive? Mainly Fluff

☆ Masterlist

☆ Hey guys! Before anything else I would ask you to request anything you want because I've lost a lot of motivation and it would really help! :D (Please look at pinned post to see if requests are open.)

☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

My boyfriend walked down the stairs with me,kissing me goodbye as he walked out the door and I smiled walking back upstairs before I heard my name being called.

“Who’s he?” Johnnie asked as I turned around to see him sat in the living room with Jake, “My boyfriend,I swear you’ve met him?” I said to him.

“Hm,though you were single.” He said and his tone completely changed with in the seconds I had been talking to him. I brushed it off and walked upstairs not wanting to cause a scene and texted him instead.

You:

What’s up?

Johnnie:

Wdym

You:

You completely changed when I told you I had a boyfriend,what’s wrong?

Johnnie:

Look in the mirror.

I got up out of bed leaving my phone there and walked into my on suite bathroom.

And I noticed the very visible love bite’s scattered across my neck in a deep violet.

After last night I knew I would have one or two but my neck was filled and it made me full to the brim with embarrassment.

You:

Omg! I’m so sorry if I made you two uncomfortable!!

Johnnie:

Jake didn’t notice.

You:

Oh I’m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable then!!

Johnnie:

u didn’t,don’t care who u get off w.

You:

Oh okay,sorry anyways though x

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Something was wrong but I didn’t know what I had done. My first thought however was to mainly cover up the marks with foundation,which I did.

I was going to a party later and my boyfriend wasn’t coming because he doesn’t like my friends.I had to beg him to go to this party anyways to be honest.

My friends don’t like my boyfriend either,they keep calling him controlling but he’s just not.

I messaged a picture of my outfit to my boyfriend and he got mad at me,to be honest I had had enough.

Maybe my friends were right,this is stupid.

“Why don’t you like it?” I asked him when he had called me, “Because men will be eyeing you up.” He told me as if he thought I was going to cheat.

“I don’t care,I don’t want them.” I told him, “You’re acting like it,take it off.” He said right back. I audibly gasped and hung up the phone call,sending him a text telling him to go fuck himself because we’re breaking up,then quickly blocked him.

He wasn’t going to ruin my night and I knew my friends would be happy I laughed to myself.

After I had got my dress on,finishing off my makeup (to cover up the discomfort of the marks on my neck) and walked downstairs to find Jake and Johnnie waiting for me in their usual,casual clothes.

“Am I over dressed?” I laughed and Jake smiled at me,Johnnie still avoided my gaze,only looking at my neck then looking away again.

“I think you’ll find we’re slightly under-dressed.” He joked with me and I smiled as we walked out the door.

“Oh also I broke up with my boyfriend.” I told them as I walked into Sam and Colby’s apartment for the party.

I walked over to grab a drink and emerged into the crowd to walk over to Sam and Colby.

“Congrats on ten mil!” I told them as I hugged them both, “Thanks!” Colby and Sam said in unison and laughed at it.

“How’s the party?” Colby said leaving everyone else to turn to talk with me. “It’s good! How’s it going for you?” I asked as I smiled at him.

“It’s all good! Where’s you boyfriend?” He asked,his eyes skimming through the crowd to find him. “Ex.” I corrected as I laughed to myself. “Shit what happened?” He asked and I began to explain.

“Pretty much it,but there’s someone better anyways.” I told him as he smiled at me putting his hand on my shoulder.

“Damn,you deserve better princess,anyways I’ll catch you later?” He said kissing my forehead as he caught me in a hug,looking over to his friends who were waiting for him. “Yeah,course.” I said smiling.

I looked over to see Johnnie in a corner with a solo cup in hand and walked over to him (after a few shots for confidence.)

“Why are you moping in a corner?” I asked,drunkenly smiling. “Why did you break up with your boyfriend?” He asked (probably avoiding the question) and I laughed putting my head down into his shoulder.

“Cause’ he’s a dick and he didn’t like my outfit and also I think someone else is pretty hot anyways.” I said,drunkenly giggling to myself.

“Maybe we should get you home,huh?” He said wrapping his arms around my shoulders. “Okay.” I said without protest.

He held my hand and led me through the crowd and out of the door.

We got in the lift,he still held my hand and I looked down smiling as I rested my head on his shoulder for the short ride.

He then opened the door to our apartment across the hall and helped me up the stairs.

He got me into bed and pulled the covers over me as I noticed I was in his room instead of mine. He then kissed my head. Just as he was about to leave I called out his name.

“Johnnie,wait.” I said and he turned around to look at me, “You should be my boyfriend.”

That was a couple of years ago,today is our 4 year anniversary.

#spotify #smut #song #romance #cute #fluff #colby brock smut #sam and colby #sam and colby fluff #colby brock #johnnie guilbert fluff #johnnie guilbert smut #johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert x reader

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wildfloweroutlaw · 1 year

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Protective and Proud

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pairing: arthur morgan X female reader

drabble: arthur being protective

summary: when arthur and reader’s night is so rudely interrupted, arthur has to show his protective side.

a/n: sorry for the short writing hiatus, school kicked my ass this semester. this was originally just meant to help me get back into the swing of writing, but i figured i’d share in case someone enjoys it :)

word count: 1,652 words

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You impatiently shifted from one foot to the other, back pressed against the wooden hitching post just outside the sheriff’s office. The sun had already started its decent below the mountains in the distance a while ago, leaving the street lamps to cast a soft yellow glow on the town of Valentine. A few people still meandered about in the street, but for the most part the town was empty. Save for the saloon of course, you often found yourself glancing that way to observe the drunken citizens coming in and out of the swinging saloon doors, laughter and music filtering out into otherwise quiet night.

You fished in your pocket for your watch, glancing down at the little hands that read 7:30. Arthur had told you to meet him here at 7 p.m sharp for a drink or two. You shoved the watch back into your pocket, sighing dramatically, though you urged yourself to be more patient. You can’t even blame the poor man for being late, you know he works himself half to death each day. Hell he probably hasn’t even had time to glance at his watch today. You pulled a cigarette out of the pack in your saddle bag, lighting it up. You absentmindedly stroked your horse’s neck as you puffed a cloud of smoke into the cool night air.

“Thought you was quitting?”, A gruff voice from behind you interrupted your thoughts.

The sudden intrusion made you jump slightly and you quickly turned to see your cowboy walking towards you, reins in hand and the usual smirk plastered to his handsome face.

“Yeah well… maybe next week.” You grinned with a shrug, cigarette dangling out of the corner of your mouth.

Arthur approached the hitching post, tying off his horse alongside yours. “You know…”, he reached forward, pulling the cigarette from your lips and placing them between his own, “these ain’t good for ya darling.”

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you, and you were quick to close the gap between the two of you. You wrapped your arms around his thick torso, burying your face in his chest. “Missed you.”

Arthur’s hands snaked around your waist, one hand gently stroking your back. “I missed you too sweet heart. Sorry I was late, Marston had me running all over the county chasing some damn sheep.”

You released your grip on him, grinning at the obvious annoyance that laced his voice. “I’m scared to even ask.”

“I’ll tell ya about it over drinks, c’mon.” Arthur snuffed out the stolen cigarette and motioned towards the lively saloon. You happily made your way towards the commotion and the smell of liquor, Arthur following closely beside you.

Upon approaching the saloon doors, Arthur pushed one open and held it for you, allowing you to lead the way. The sudden turn of heads and lingering eyes from the men in the bar were not lost on him, far for it actually. Though you always seemed to either not notice or not care about the curious eyes of strangers, Arthur actually enjoyed it, he absolutely loved being seen with you.

Arthur knew you were so much more than just something pretty to hang on his arm. However, he couldn’t help but to love the feeling he got when he saw the way other men looked at the pair of you, though he’d never admit it. The way they oozed jealousy watching you dote over him, kiss on him, hell even just stand next to him, it was something he’d never experienced before. Arthur never thought there was much about himself to be proud of you. But you, you made him feel special. There was nothing he enjoyed more than to be able to boast about his claim on you. You were his and he was going to make damn sure everyone in here knew it.

Arthur placed a large rough hand upon the small of your back, keeping you close to him as he guided you towards the edge of the bar. He was quick to get the bar keeps attention, ordering you both a glass of whiskey. Arthur was happy to chatter a long with you while you both nursed your drinks. He’d barely seen you all week and was eager to catch up with his favorite girl.

Though the bar was loud, you were only focused on Arthur. The way he intently listened every time you spoke, the way he would often lean in closer just to hear you a bit better, the way his arm always found it’s way around your waist: he was perfect to you in every way. You leaned up to pepper a few kisses along his bearded jawline as he spoke. Suddenly remembering Arthur’s promise from earlier, you quickly pulled away.“Oh! Arthur the sheep! You never told me what the hell you were doing with the sheep.”

Arthur had never met anyone who took such an interest in him and his stories before. Perhaps that’s why he’s always been so taken with you, you seemed to be one of the only people in the world who wanted to know more about him.“Well, Marston had this bright idea, and that’s never a good thing…” he chuckled a little at his own joke, promoting you to roll your eyes. “He figured that we could make a pretty penny by-“

“Miss? ‘Scuse me miss!” An extremely intoxicated man stumbled his way beside you at the bar, much to close for your’s or Arthur’s liking.

“Yes?”, confused, you turned to face him. His face was red and his eyes glassy.

“Miss I-I couldn’t help but to notice you. I was just wondering if I could buy you a drink.” His words slightly slurred together and he propped one elbow up on the bar clumsily.

Still confused you glanced from the man to Arthur and back again. “I’m sorry mister but I’m spoken for.” You tried to be as polite as possible and you figured the man was just too drunk to notice you were there with Arthur.

“Spoken for by who?” The man dramatically studied the room.

You nodded up to Arthur who was standing protectively behind you, so close his chest almost pressed to your back.

“You see… that’s what I was a-suspectin’. But then I thought to myself there was jus’ no way a pretty woman like you’d be here with him.” The man leaned in a little closer to speak just to you, a devilish grin on his face.

You were quick to furrow your brow in confusion.

Arthur chuckled a bit behind you. “Alright buddy you’ve made your point. Now if ya don’t mind we’d like to enjoy the rest of our night”. Arthur did his best to keep it light hearted, but it was hard to disguise his dour tone.

The man made no indication he had heard what Arthur was saying, instead he proceeded to rake his eyes over you. “Miss… I will say, you’re even prettier up close.”

You felt Arthur’s arm around your waist tighten and his chest press into your back as he leaned slightly closer to this nuisance of a man.

“You got fuckin’ hearin’ problems or somethin’?” This time Arthur’s voice was a bit more stern and you could tell he was growing annoyed at the continuous interruption.

This time the guy glanced up at Arthur, but only for a second, for his gaze was back on you in an instant. “Look miss, you give me 5 good minutes and I’ll show you what you’re missing out on.”

Arthur pulled you behind him, positioning himself between you and the drunken bastard. “She said she was spoken for. Now are you gonna fuck off or am I gonna have to embarrass you in front of the lady?” Arthur nodded back to you.

His voice had deepened to that gravely tone he used in very few scenarios, and you found yourself growing a bit hot under the collar in response. You loved when he spoke like that, it damn near sent chills up your spine.

The man raised his hands defensively, “Alright alright… was just having some fun mister.” Deciding you weren’t worth the brawl that was sure ensure, he began to stalk off.

Arthur was quick to grab ahold of the man’s shoulder, pulling him back and glaring down at him. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood fella. Come back over here and I will break your god damn jaw.” Arthur spoke low, attempting to shield you from his harsh words. He shoved the man on his way and turned to give his attention back to you. “Ya okay darlin?”

You heard it all, and the butterflies proceeded to flutter in your stomach. Seeing him so protective of you, it did things to you that you couldn’t explain. You nodded and turned to face the bar, attempting to hide the blush that had crept up on your face.

Arthur moved to stand behind you, arms on either side to cage you against the bar. “You sure do cause a lot of trouble y’know.” He teased, stooping to affectionally press a kiss to your temple. “Can’t take ya out nowhere.” Arthur smiled to himself. He was so proud to be a protector, and even prouder to have something as special as you to protect.

You knew Arthur was trying to be sweet, as he was always extremely sweet. However, the only thing you could think about was his deep timber voice, his willingness to fight for you, to kill for you, and of course his looming figure pressed up behind you. You tried not to dwell on the fact that there was a growing pressure between your legs, and instead pressed your glass to your lips and took a big swig. You cleared your throat awkwardly, “You uh- you still owe me a sheep story”.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 #arthur x reader #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan x female reader #red dead redemption x reader #rd2 #red dead redemption arthur

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cozy-mp3 · 1 year

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over and out

ellie x female!reader

being assigned night patrol sucks, ellie agrees

word count: 1.2k(ish)

warnings: sfw, probably an inaccurate depiction of how walkie talkies work, ellie calls reader honey because i'm predictable, men dni please and ty :)

a/n: tysm for 200 followers!!! i'm gonna open my requests up again soon as a thank you! this is my 'trying to grasp how to write ellie again' fic in between writing other stuff which is why it's short. also, i honestly do not know if this scenario is logistically possible but it is what it is.

you hate night watch at the best of times. it’s almost mind numbingly boring and since there’s so little to report you often find yourself alone until whoever is taking over your post for the first day shift arrives in the morning. it’s particularly bad in the winter due to the cold, the past few days had brought snow and you can feel it chilling your toes even though you’d tugged several pairs of socks on before you’d left home.

the sound of the radio crackling to life makes you jump after such a long stretch of silence, not even the sound of people stumbling out of the tipsy bison had interrupted the quiet this late at night, it’d been balanced in your lap beside your rifle which you decide to set on the ground beside you before you startle again and accidentally blow your foot off.

“this is williams to honey,” ellie says, her voice distorted over the radio but still warm and familiar, “this better be you, i’ve been hopping frequencies for the past fifteen minutes, maria’s gonna kill me when she finds out,” she adds and you can practically see her rolling her eyes, though you’re sure she won’t have the same bravado once maria’s done with her.

“how did you get hold of a radio?,” you ask in response, you should probably be frustrated with her, the radios are strictly for patrolling the walls and communicating potential danger and she’s absolutely going to get in trouble, but you can’t help but let a smile stretch across your lips at the sound of her voice.

“jesse owed me a favor,” she explains, only sounding a little sheepish about it, “i can’t sleep without you, this is totally necessary if they want me on patrol tomorrow,” she insists and really, it’s impossible to be mad when you feel the same way, even if it’s the kind of argument that maria will complain is making her go gray. you can imagine her tucked into bed, the duvet pulled beneath her chin and her cheek pressed into her pillow, the soft light of the lamp on the bedside table casting a warm yellow glow over her skin.

“i miss sleeping with you, too,” you sigh, it must come out crackly because ellie makes a frustrated sound and the radio beeps meaning the settings are being fiddled with, “don’t bother messing with it, el,” you hum and you’re pretty sure that comes out distorted by static too, but ellie seems resigned to it and doesn’t attempt to fix it again, instead producing shuffling sounds like she’s repositioning in bed.

“how much longer are you assigned nights?,” she asks and it’s a testament to how well you know her that you can imagine her face, her brows tugged together in a frown that wrinkles her forehead and her lips tugged downwards, you wish you were there to smooth the creases from her face and kiss away her pout, but you’re stuck in what you’re beginning to believe is the most uncomfortable lawn chair left in the world watching for infected that stumble too close to the walls, so none of that is possible.

“three more days, then i’ve got mornings for a month,” you tell her with an unhappy exhale that she mirrors, you could probably get your shifts changed if you kicked up enough of a fuss but it doesn’t feel right when you know everyone else hates the job as much as you, no one is particularly willing to switch to nights in summer, let alone now when it’s sub zero.

“this is, like, top five worst things that have ever happened to me,” ellie grumbles, her voice is even more muffled and you can imagine how she’s turned her face into her pillow to hide her frustrated face, “and don’t correct me on that, honey, i’m being serious,” she sighs and you wish you were there to tug her into your chest and stroke your hands through her hair because she sounds tired, exhausted even, and it’s almost torture to know there isn’t anything you can do to soothe her to sleep.

“you wanna talk until you fall asleep?,” you ask as gently as you can, hoping that your change in tone is noticeable over the radio, your toes are so cold you’re beginning to think they’re going to fall off before you’re able to get home and practice your current ritual of sticking them between ellie’s calves to steal her warmth for the hour or so you’re in bed together before she has to get up for patrol.

“please,” she responds, her tone matching yours all syrupy sweet and rough with sleep in a way that makes your stomach warm, “i’m hugging your pillow,” she admits quietly, “smells like you,” she adds and you don’t know if you want to beam or cry because there’s almost nothing you wouldn’t do to be there with her where it’s warm and safe and your girl is there to hold you instead.

“i’ll be back soon,” you say before you can say something embarrassing, like that you’ve been missing her every second you’ve been apart or that just tonight you’ve caught yourself daydreaming about her so many times you’d stopped counting, “only a couple more hours,” you murmur, glancing down at your watch to check again. ellie had gotten you new batteries for it the last time she’d been on a supply run and having it functional again was useful despite it giving you the ability to agonize over how slowly each minute of your watch seems to pass.

“i’ll stay up,” ellie replies with a firm edge to her voice that you know better than to argue with, though she yawns soon afterwards and you’re almost certain that she’ll be asleep when you arrive home. it’s not a problem though, it’s just as nice to curl up behind her when she’s sleeping as it is for her to tug you against her chest and rub your back until you fall asleep together.

“i love you,” you tell her, having to stifle your responding yawn against your palm.

“i love you too, honey,” she says and you can hear the smile in her voice, “make sure you’re safe walking home, ok? it’ll still be dark when they switch over,” she hums, her voice sounding a little closer, like she’s tucked the radio beside her in bed.

“i’ll be safe, els,” you reassure her and you will, because you know she worries and you don’t want to give her cause to worry more, “now, what do you want to talk about?,” you ask, tucking your chin into the warmth of your coat and pulling your rifle back into your lap as you settle in for the last stretch of your watch.

ellie’s already started talking about the deer she saw on patrol and the fancy charcoal pencils joel had gotten her from a trader. you wiggle your toes just to make sure they’re still there just as she begins to complain about how they’ve served broccoli for dinner for almost a week straight, which is bullshit because she’s seen carrots in the pantry with her own eyes and you hope selfishly that she doesn’t fall asleep too soon because the time passes so much faster when she’s there.

#ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #tlou2 x reader

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familyvideostevie · 6 months

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october ninth

day nine: bradley "rooster" bradshaw a girl who isn’t you hits on rooster at oktoberfest | jealousy (not really), fluff, established relationship | 1.1k

You’re ready for a nap by the fourth bar. The crawl has been going on all afternoon and you got up hours before that, but it seems like being in the Navy gives you an absurd ability to rally.

Bradley’s hand is firm on your lower back as he steers you towards the bar. There are more people at this one dressed for the Oktoberfest theme than the last but everyone in your group is in regular October California attire — jeans and a light top and a flannel, for you. The bars have been hot and crowded so you keep tying it around your waist or handing it to Bradley.

It’s your first crawl with the group — apparently they’ve been doing it for years — but Bradley has been talking about it since before you were even officially together. The usual goal is to go out until everyone has someone to go home with.

Which you are clearly throwing a wrench in as his girlfriend. But he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he’s assured you multiple times of the fact.

“It’s exhausting,” he said that morning. “I mean, I don’t even like one-night stands that much.”

“Sure you don’t,” you’d said. He pulled you close in the kitchen.

“Seriously,” he said. “I much prefer a pretty girl to come home to every night. So I can love on her anytime, spoil her, fu—”

“That’s enough, Lieutenant.”

You believe him. Bradley is a good guy and an ever better boyfriend. He dotes on you and in the words of his squad mades is “obsessed and whipped beyond belief.” Not a bad deal from where you’re standing.

“What do you want, babe?” he asks. His arm is now fully around you, hand resting on your hip so you’re in his space and no one can get in yours.

“Water, I think,” you say. “I’m gonna take it outside for some air.”

He looks mildly concerned. “You okay?”

You nod. “Just want a little break.”

The bartender sets down your glass and his beer. “I’ll come,” Bradley says.

“No, I’m okay,” you say again. “Go play darts with Fanboy. I’ll be back in a bit, okay? I just want to sit in a less crowded place.”

His brows are furrowed. “Okay,” he says, dragging out the word. “But if you want to go home, tell me, okay? We’ll go.”

You kiss his cheek, his slight stubble rough under your lips. “I will.”

The bar is crowded so it takes you a few minutes to make your way to the back deck which is…also crowded. But you manage to find a place to perch and sip your water.

The music plays and people chat and cheer and you feel oddly at peace. Probably the beers in your system. Maybe when Bradley wants to go home you’ll nap for a bit and then order food. He’ll ask you to play with his hair and you can watch a movie and stay up late in your post-nap haze and then you can convince him to sleep in tomorrow.

Bradley is the life of the party when there is one and you love that about him. His energy is contagious and you know he loves the attention, but he also likes to do his own thing. He likes routine and quiet mornings and kissing you before he leaves for work and siting on the couch after a long day with your feet in his lap. He buys you flowers and likes to watch you do your skin care as you tell him about your day and he always picks up when you call.

As far as boyfriends go, he’s the best you’ve ever had. And a not-so-small part of you hopes he’s the last.

Thinking about how sweet he is makes you want to be close to him, even if it means wading through a sweaty and loud bar. You want his hand on your hip, his mustache scratchy against your face as he whispers in your ear.

So you head back inside to try to find the group. You spot Hangman first, always the loudest. He’s talking to some girl who looks very pleased to be pressed close to him, her face inches from his as she laughs at something he says.

And then you see Bradley. He’s no longer at the bar, instead at the wall by the door. He’s leaning back on it, no drink in sight, nodding even as his eyes keep moving around the room.

He’s talking to a girl.

Well, a girl is trying to talk to him. They look totally different than Hangman and his new friend — Rooster’s arms are crossed and he’s not ignoring her but he’s not touching her, either.

So you don’t hurry as you go through the bar because, whatever. Your boyfriend is hot and someone is flirting with him. You walk a little faster, sure. But you know the moment he catches sight of you because he stands up straight and grins. He says something to the girl, who looks a little confused, and leaves her mid sentence to meet you in the middle. He reaches for you and manages to grab your bicep to pull you close into a slightly sweaty hug.

“You okay?” he asks. One huge hand cups your face like you’ve been away for hours instead of minutes.

“I’m fine,” you say. You jerk your chin in the direction of the girl he’s abandoned. “I think you left her hanging, Bradley.”

He huffs. His fingers trail down your side and sneak under the hem of your shirt to touch some bare skin. “She’ll survive.”

“Don’t be mean,” you chide. “She seems quite taken with you.”

“I’m not mean!” he says. “I just missed you, is all. You jealous?” He wiggles his brows.

You roll your eyes. “You wish.” He might, actually. When someone flirts with you Bradley usually gets a little handsy, which you think is fun. “But here I am. No need to miss me.”

His eyes are bright and his smile turns soft. “Here you are. Do you want to go home?”

Between the lingering fatigue and your grumbling stomach and the maddening sensation of his fingers on your bare skin, yeah, you do want to go home.

So you nod. “Yeah, I do.” Bradley kisses you right there in the middle of the bar, shocking you a little until you respond just a little, pressing your lips to his firmly in a smile. “What was that for?” you ask when he pulls away.

“God, I’m lucky,” he says. That does not answer your question.

“Bradley.”

“Nothing,” he says. “Just wanted to kiss my girl. I’ll call a car.” He pulls out his phone and taps on it a few times. “5 minutes.”

“Okay.” He pulls you close to him again.

“Guess I have to kiss you until then.” You laugh but allow it.

thank you for reading <3 reblog, send feedback, general masterlist here! promptober masterlist, find all fics under #fvspromptober23

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kenhoess · 8 months

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ATTENTION - AJ SHABEEL

A/N: idky i always choose to post late at night but yeah, ty to all the likes and follows n reblogs🫶🫶

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it’s known by everyone that ur boyfriend isn’t that into physical touch, especially hugs but sometimes if he really loves you he’ll sneak one in.

but ur whole love language was touch sometimes you won’t even realize you’ve been touching someone the whole convo,

so that already tells that you and aj got a hard relationship. but he really does love you so sometimes he’ll just let you annoyingly kiss and hug him while he mumble things under his breath.

But not this time. You just got back from going to ur friend birthday dinner, thinking that aj would be sleep by now since it was at least 1am and he had a video to shoot in the morning.

you tip toe in the apartment to make ur way to the bathroom until you get stopped by aj playing his video game in you guys living room “Ya backkk!” he cheers than stop after he shift his eyes to you.

“wait you wore that?” “i wouldn’t even be surprised ur just now seeing my outfit” you roll ur eyes going to the bathroom remembering he’s been on the game ever since you left “wha- what did i do wrong?” he yells out to you. getting a door slam in return.

“sassy gal” he whispers under his breath shakin his head then bringing his attention back to the game.

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Once you where fully dressed you come out of the bathroom ready to cuddle up with ur man and go to sleep thinking he’s sleep by now,

but no, bed empty and aj still playin just more into it, “OMG YOU IDIOT WHY WOULD YOU SHOOT UR OWN TEAMMATE” he basically barks at the tv.

“if you were next to an crackhead on the streets I would not be able to tell the difference..” you sit next to him on the couch.

You thought like usual you would get a bitch remark back but he just sat there looking at the tv, you grow bored of just sitting there you try to make up small talk again trying to talk to ur boyfriend cause you couldn’t all day.

“oh my day? yea amazing I’ll make sure to tell jasmine you told her happy birthday” you lay ur back on aj and feet on the couch,

still not gettin a response to ur sarcastic remark

you lay there for a while than got up and wrap ur arms around ur boyfriend “aj..” “oh my days- just go to bed already!” he tugs you off him in annoyance.

You just sat there hurt and pissed of at the same time because ur stupid boyfriend didn’t want to be bothered.

“fuck you” you push him going off to you guys shared room finally catching aj’s attention.

“shit” he pulls off his headphones noticing he messed up. He gets up cutting off his game and making the way towards you guys room scared knowing how you get when ur mad.

“y/n..” aj says opening the door and sitting on the edge of the bed while ur balled up in a small circle that made aj heart hurt.

“Aye listen I’ve got something to say” he sits down not getting a response “y/n I’ve got some to say please” he pulls ur leg

“what!” You yell annoyed trying to go to sleep

“..How’d you get in bed that quick-“ he jokes trying to make you laugh before getting a pillow hit at him.

“AJ IM NOT JOKING” you hit him again

“NETHER AM I” he says trying to dodge the pillow. You were about to hit again before getting pulled by ur hips taking you upside down.

“AHHHHH” you yell putting the pillow down while aj’s none stop laughing

“AJ PUT ME DOWN!” “QUIT HITTING ME THAN” “NO” “ALRIGHT THAN” he start shaking you giving you a headache.

“OKAY OKAY” you say, he puts you down still laughing.

“don’t wanna mess with me huh” he flicks ur forhead “can we just go to sleep now?”

“yeah im sorry i wasnt giving you attention..”

“Ig its ok but just one more thing though”

“wha-“ aj starts but than getting cut off by a pillow hitting him in the face.

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i tried to not make it long so y’all wouldn’t get bored anyways NIGHT YALL

#aj shabeel #romance #imagines #ajbetasquad #ajshabeelxreader #fluff #beta squad #YouTube #youtubers #ajshbeelbettasquad #niko omilana #sharky

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devildom-moss · 4 months

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Request for a year anniversary: congrats on the milestone! I always enjoy your content. I would love a barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, and diavolo domestic fluff fic or HCs. Dealer choice if they’re broken up into separate fics or all HCs or a series. Ty for all that you do!

Technically, the requests are only for one pair, ship, or trio. I have already posted some domestic fluff headcanons for Solomon, so I used a random number generator to select one of the other characters, since I assume you meant individually with MC. I got #2 (Simeon), which worked out since I don't currently have any Simeon requests (I think). Sorry about that, but I hope that's fine.

1 year anniversary flash request event - SFW

(Simeon x gn!MC)

Prompt 12 - Your choice: Domestic Fluff

Domestic!Simeon, who runs baths with sweet-smelling salts for you and only occasionally gets in the bath with you, usually with his bare chest pressed against your back as you sit between his legs. Sometimes he’ll even invite himself into your shower just to wash your hair for you and take in the sight of water running down your skin. He loves to place kisses on your freshly cleansed skin, as if he can’t stand the idea that you might have washed his love down the drain.

Domestic!Simeon, who prepares meals for you whenever you let him. He loves to feed you, and he’s especially fond of sending you out with homemade lunches, knowing that not only will you have a quality meal, but that everyone will know you have someone who loves you enough to prepare food for you. Simeon also adores when you do lunch exchanges, preparing each other’s meals.

Domestic!Simeon, who insists on spending time with you in the kitchen at least once a week regardless of your culinary experience. If you’re bad at cooking, he takes it as an opportunity to slowly teach you. Simeon cherishes the time spent preparing food or drinks as a couple. He also uses these moments as an excuse for some physical intimacy: gentle kisses between steps in a recipe, sweetly cleaning each other’s skin when messes occur, one of you holding the other from behind as they work.

Domestic!Simeon, who typically wakes up before you. The kitchen always smells like coffee when you get up – usually with undertones of whatever bread or pastry Simeon has warmed up that morning. Don’t worry, as soon as Simeon heard you start to move around in the bedroom, he started to warm up a pastry/bread for you and put on a fresh pot of coffee (if you drink it. If not, he might prepare a cup of tea or something instead) “Everything will be ready in a minute, sweetheart.” For now, just give him a good morning kiss – and, no, he doesn’t care if your breath stinks right now.

Domestic!Simeon, who only stays in bed late when he knows neither of you have anywhere to be that morning. He’ll snuggle into your arms or hold you to his chest. He would pepper you in kisses and whisper words of love against your skin. (Suggestive: And if you’re in the mood, he’ll take his time making love to you until you’re utterly satisfied.)

Domestic!Simeon, who watches movies with you on the couch, bundled in blankets, some nights. He’ll prep food and/or buy snacks ahead of time. Sometimes, you’ll both fall asleep on the couch that night, cuddling each other close. You might wake up a little sore, but it feels worth it.

Domestic!Simeon, who crawls onto your lap while you’re working or reading when he’s had a bad day. You don’t have to talk. You don’t even have to try to comfort him. Just being in your arms for a while, with his head resting against your body, is enough. He takes comfort in listening to your heartbeat.

Domestic!Simeon, who hides love notes around the house for you whenever he feels his love bubbling up and can’t figure out how else to let it out. They’ll be in random places, too: inside that box of cereal you opened the other day and haven’t finished; inside the egg carton; taped to the side of an unopened tissue box, waiting for you to need a replacement; in that book you picked up last month and forgot to finish – right where you left off; in the pocket of your favorite jacket or pair of pants. He doesn’t even remember where they’re all at, and he isn’t particularly bothered if you don’t find it or accidentally ruin the note before you have a chance to read it; he just had too much love to contain in his body.

#anon #requests #moss 1 year event #moss 1 year event sfw #simeon #gn!mc #obey me simeon #obey me headcanons #obey me #simeon x mc #simeon x reader #simeon fluff

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canirove · 9 months

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Ben Chilwell Imagine | five

Author’s note: For today I had planned to post another imagine with Ben because I'm finishing a story with him and getting new content has kept me inspired, but then that photo came out, and like happened to many others, I had to write something with it 😅 This is basically the idea I wrote on the tags when I rebloged the photo on Monday. You are attending a wedding together, and he has to keep waiting for you because you don't know how to walk in heels. Hope you like it and thank you for reading! 💜

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"Ben, can you please slow down?"

"If I walk slower we are gonna be late."

"But I… fuck" I say when my ankle twist for the millionth time.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes, I'm fine. But slow down a bit."

"Fine" he sighs, turning to look at me. "You look like Bambi."

"What?"

"Do you remember Bambi on the ice? That's you right now" he chuckles.

"You are so funny, Benjamin" I say while rolling my eyes, my ankle almost doing the same movement.

"Come here" he says, offering me his arm. "If we are late for the ceremony, my mum is going to kill us."

"Sorry."

"Why did you choose to wear heels when you don't know how to walk in them?"

"Because I'm already wearing a suit for a wedding instead of the ugly dresses everyone does, and I didn't want to stand out even more" I explain.

"Suits are hot."

"You tell me. You look bloody gorgeous, Ben."

"Thank you" he smiles. "But so do you."

"Yes, Bambi on a suit" I say, my ankle dangerously twisting again despite Ben's help. "Why did they have to marry in the old town?"

"It's pretty" he shrugs.

"And a deathtrap" I reply, looking down at the cobblestones.

"Wait until you see where we are having dinner" Ben's sister says behind us.

"Is it bad?" I ask.

"Grass" she says.

"You are fucked, Bambi" Ben laughs.

"Ok, that's it. I'm done."

"What are you doing?"

"Taking these off" I say, letting go of his arm and getting rid of my heels.

"You can't walk barefoot into the church" he laughs again.

"Watch me."

"Bambi, you can't."

"Don't call me Bambi!" I say, hitting him with one of my shoes.

"Sorry, sorry" he laughs. "Don't need to get violent."

"Guys, we are gonna be late" Ben sister's says.

"The bride isn't here yet. I have time to go back to the car and change into the sneakers I have on the boot."

"You can't go back to the car barefoot" he says. "It is too far away."

"Well, I'm not wearing these torture devices again."

"Guys, c'mon. We are going to be late and mum is going to get pissed" his sister insists.

"Ok, fine" Ben sighs. "I'll run to the car and get them for you."

"Will you do that for me?"

"I would do anything for you, Bambi" Ben smiles, taking the shoes from my hand before I'm able to hit him again and running away.

"Oh the things we do for love" his sister chuckles.

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"Ok, I'm back" Ben says, trying to catch his breath.

"And right on time. The bride's car is coming."

"Then hurry up."

"I'm going as fast as I can" I say, tying up my sneakers. "Ok, done. How do I look?"

"Beautiful… Bambi" he smirks.

"Urgh" I say, rolling my eyes. "Let's go inside, the bride is coming."

"But wait, how do I look? " he says, running a hand through his hair.

"Stupidly gorgeous. C'mon."

"Aren't you going to say thank you or something?"

"For what?" I ask.

"I don't know. I just ran all the way down and then up again so you could change your shoes. I deserve something."

"Thank you for my shoes, Benjamin."

"Nah, not enough" he says, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me closer to him. "I deserve something else."

"Like what" I ask, running my hands through his hair and trying to make it look a bit more presentable even if I love it when it is all messy.

"A kiss."

"Ben…"

"A kiss. One kiss and I promise I will stop calling you Bambi."

"Promise?"

"Promise" he smiles. "Just one kiss."

"Ok, fine" I smile back before kissing him.

"Excuse me" someone says behind us.

"Oh, shit, uncle" Ben says, his cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. "We didn't see you there."

"We can tell" his cousin giggles. "Were you waiting for me?"

"We…"

"We were, yes" I say, Ben's cheeks now bright red. "They asked us to check if you were coming, the groom was getting impatient."

"And you got bored of waiting, didn't you?" she smirks.

"We… sorry" Ben chuckles. "We should probably go inside and…"

"Yes, you should" his uncle says.

"Ok… umm… You look beautiful, cousin. He's gonna love it."

"Thank you" she smiles.

"We should get going, Ben. We don't want your mum to get mad at us" I say, taking his hand on mine.

"Yes, yes. We… ok" he mumbles, starting to walk and tripping with a flower pot.

"Careful there, Bambi" I laugh.

"Bambi?" he asks, arching an eyebrow.

"Yes, Bambi. Now let's go" I smile before walking into the church, Ben's cousin giggling behind us.

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell fanfic #ben chilwell x reader #football imagine #football fanfic #benimagine

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dreamingofep · 7 months

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Strangers in the Crowd Epilogue ✨

(Elvis/Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No

Prompt: You and your best friend are on your annual girls trip and go to see Elvis at the International.

Little did you know this would be a show you'll never forget. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Elvis being cute, fluff, happiness and love, kissing

Rating: PG

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Hello everyone!

I've been so busy with my other fic that I’ve put this one on the back burner but wanted to come back to it and give you a little epilogue! It’s cute, short, and fluffy so I hope you like it!

Thank you for all your comments and reactions to every chapter. I’m going to be making a better masterlist for this series too. It’s filling up too much space on my main masterlist lol.

I also mentioned earlier that l'm also posting my fics on Ao3 so you can read my stuff there too if you want to read my stuff on there!

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December 1970

The cool December air sends a shiver through your body and you zip up your jacket more so the cold doesn’t bother you too much. In the stables, you get the brush to groom your newest horse Elvis bought you, Daisy. She was a beautiful Appaloosa with a light caramel coat and spots at her hind quarters.

You liked to come out here late at night when everyone was asleep and get to have one one-on-one time with the horses. Ever since living here with Elvis, you realized the importance of taking a moment to yourself and just breathe. His lifestyle was hectic and busy. If he wasn’t playing in Vegas, he was out on the road touring. You would come along and be in awe that every show is different and the audience is louder than the last. You loved getting to see Elvis up on stage doing what he does best.

It was nice to get to slow down once you were back at Graceland. It gets so quiet in the later parts of the night and early morning, you like to have those moments just for yourself. Opening the stable door, you pet Daisy on the nose and kiss her there. She whinnies and you put her bridle on and lead her out of the stall.

Tying the reigns to the post at the end of the stable, you start to brush her and pet her soft fur. Nothing runs through your mind and for the first time in a really long time, you’re content and happy with your life. Being with Elvis was the best thing that happened to you. You never knew this was what love was supposed to be like. He made you feel cherished and loved in every aspect and you were so grateful for him. Things were amazing and with the holidays around the corner, he was in an exceptionally giving and thoughtful mood.

Christmas is his favorite time of year and it was the first you two get to spend together. You were having the hardest time trying to find some good gifts for him. What do you get the man who has everything he could ever want?

You asked him every day and he would give you the same answer; nothing.

It drove you crazy. Something as simple as a jacket would be a good indication but he refuses to give you a proper answer. It was roughly two weeks before Christmas and the stores around town were getting bought through like wildfire. You knew he was going to give something nice and extravagant to you and you didn’t want to have nothing under the Christmas tree for him. You were determined to get him to ask for something.

You hear the creak of the stable door open and footsteps following it. You turn around and see Elvis standing there, dressed in denim jeans that made those long legs look perfect, showcasing his bulge in the best ways and his taught little waist. He had a distressed black leather jacket on that he’s had for years and was one of your favorites.

“Hey baby what you doin’ out here? It’s so cold out,” he asks taking off his jacket and walking to you.

“Just spending some time with Daisy. I like to when no one’s around. What are you doin' out here?” You ask inquisitively. He puts his jacket on top of your shoulders and pulls you in for a hug.

“I was just wondering why my honey wasn’t in my bed that’s all. I got worried and had come find you,” he coos. You nuzzled into his chest, the scent of his cologne made you smile just smelling it. His body heat made you want to sink into him and lay there for all eternity. He was so warm not only physically, but emotionally too and that’s something that made you never want to leave. That’s how a lot of people feel about him. He is so inviting and kind, he attracts people to him because he is such a good soul.

“I’m right here baby. Just out here thinking,” you say.

“And what are you thinking about?”

“What I should get the most spoiled man on earth for Christmas,” you joke.

He laughs that contagious airy laugh that he always does and shakes his head at you.

“Honey I’m not going to get mad if I have nothing under the tree for me. I promise you. I don’t want any clothes or shoes. You’re gonna run yourself ragged trying to buy something for me,” He chuckles.

“Elvis, please! I want to give you something. It’s our first Christmas together and I want to make it extra special,” You explain.

His face lights up with that perfect smile and takes your hand.

“Why don’t we put Daisy away and go back inside? Then I’ll tell you what I want,” he says cutely.

Your heart thumps with excitement and agree quickly. Even if he’s joking, you’ll take any suggestion he can give you. You untie the horse from the pole and lead her back to her stable and shut the door for the night.

Elvis takes your hand and quickly rushes out of the stable and into the house. He helps you take off your jackets and places them on the banister of the stairs. He leads you into the living room which is decorated ceiling to floor with Christmas decorations. When they first put them up, it was the most extraordinary thing you ever seen. There was so much beauty already in this house but when the decorations went up, it became even more beautiful. He looks at you lovingly and his eyes glimmer with the string lights that are illuminating the room.

He leads you to the couch and has you sit down. He continues to stand up and look at you, love radiating through him. Your anticipation gets the best of you and you want him to tell you what he wants.

“Soooo… are you gonna tell me what you want or are you just going to stare at me the whole night?” You tease. He slyly grins at you, “I could definitely do that if you wanted me to. But there’s something else I’d like to do.”

He walks over to the Christmas tree and goes around to the backside of it. You curiously look on and wait for him to come closer. He sits right next to you on the couch and pulls your legs to rest over his.

“I wanna tell you what I want most for Christmas,” he coos. His eyes trailing over your face, down to your lips then back up to your eyes.

“Yes, what is it?” You ask in a hushed tone.

“I love you more than you’ll ever know. I have never wanted to be loved by anyone else more than I want to be loved by you. You have brought out something special in me and I cannot believe I found you in that crowd,” he pauses and smiles softly at you. You feel immense emotion come over you and the tears start to well in your eyes. He bends down and kneels on one knee in front of you, digging in his pocket, and pulls out a small, red velvet box.

“You have made me the happiest man these last few months and life only gets better with you by my side. This is all I want for Christmas; if you could make me the luckiest man on earth and marry me,” he says gleefully, opening the ring box facing you and showcasing the beautiful marquise Diamond with a gold twisted band. It was stunning and your heart leaped out of your chest for him. You didn’t have a clue he was thinking of proposing to you. You didn’t think Elvis was the marrying kind so it was something that never crossed your mind.

You keep staring in shock and he grabs your hand and you look up back at him.

“Baby, will you marry me?” He says breathlessly, tears flooding his eyes.

You squeeze his hand and nod your head enthusiastically.

“Yes, yes Elvis. I love you so much,” you sob and reach down to kiss him. Your lips crash into each other with a new urgency you never knew existed. It felt perfect, so breathtakingly beautiful, and you could have it for the rest of your life. He breaks the kiss to look at you and wipes some of the tears off your face. He picks up your left hand and takes the ring out of the box. He carefully slides it on your ring finger, sitting there beautifully in the low light of the living room.

“E… It’s so beautiful… I love it thank you,” you murmur.

He kisses your cheeks, down your arm to your fingertips, making you gleeful with how happy he is at this moment.

“You’re very welcome Mrs. Presley, I love you so much,” he coos.

He places another kiss on your lips and you let yourself fall into paradise with him, calling him home for the rest of your life.

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moonbcrry · 7 months

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yes, you've read it right. the bitch is back. she rose from her grave and ready to whisk the dust on her gown. would you guys care to give a hand to the little lady?

to celebrate the arrival of autumn, and the revival of my desire to write, i decided to make a little event with you guys. where you'll help me write with your fun ideas, give me tropes and such so i can make playlists of them (my newest obsession), and of course, i dearly missed talking to you guys.

>>> i am planning to continue the event through the september but i may close it earlier, depends on the requests and my mood.

>>> are you new here? get to know me !

>>> check out who i write for before requesting

🕷⛧ there will be rain lately i am feeling very much angst, so why not send me your character of choice and the scenario you want or pick a prompt from the following lists (please send the full prompt with in your request) &. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, ��𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚��𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. , &. 𝐡𝐢𝐭 ‘𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. , &. 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

✟🖤from my rotting body (+18 ONLY) i am back hornier than ever! send in your filthiest thoughts and i shall make them come alive! or pick a prompt from the following lists (please send the full prompt with in your request) 𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻 𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑲 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 , consent is sexy ! , 𝑩𝑼𝑰𝑳𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

♡⛓ dream sweet in sea a good old fluff won't hurt anyone! warm me up with your smushiest, fluffiest ideas or you can pick a prompt from the following lists ( please send the full prompt with in your request) “say you won’t let go” , kiss me with your eyes closed , Saying "I love you" without saying "I love you"

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hello i really love your writing! if you're taking requests, i've been thinking about the infinite blue boys in a typical office setting with the MC and what that would be like? thank you!!~

this has been sat in my inbox for SO LONG I AM SO SORRY TO THE PERSON WHO REQUESTED THIS SDKFDGS but!! better later than never right??? right?????? anyway now is the perfect time to finally get around to this bc my brain has been so occupied lately playing sympathy kiss so office based otome is right at the forefront of my mind hehe. it's like it was meant to be. ALSO thank u so much!! i don't think too much about what i write after it's been posted so i forget people actually look at it sometimes sksjfkf TY FOR REQUESTING THIS WAS LOVELY TO THINK ABOUT also incredibly funny looking at the last post of me being like 'i want to get back to writing more regularly!!' as if i didn't slink back into the shadows again for four months this was also the first thing i've written since getting my new keyboard which is really taking some getting used to especially with nails dsklfsg still, enjoy office time gamers o7

♡ leo ♡

Leo definitely seems like the type to bring the energy to his office department, especially on a Monday morning when everyone wants nothing more than to have had just one more day to spend at home before work started all over again for another week. He'd be the only one with a spring in his step as he went about his morning, filling his water bottle, getting situated at his desk. Speaking of his desk, Leo's workspace would be the definition or organised chaos. Post-it notes are scattered across the bottom of his monitor, there's a pile of loose sheets covered in haphazard notes scrawled across them, and there are definitely more than a few pens with no ink left strewn across the desk. They also happen to be mixed in with perfectly usable pens so Leo would have to scramble for a pen when someone from another department came to brief him on a project he was working on. Every time, without fail, he is grabbing pens and scribbling on a notepad until he finds one that works enough to make notes clear enough for him to reference later on. You ask each time why he doesn't just go through and throw away the empty pens to which Leo jokingly scoffs about how he finds the right pens first time every time. He does not.

He's very much the epitome of a work best friend. Someone who will text you on the weekend like 'I know we spend every day sat next to each other but can we hang out together pls'. He enjoys your company okay!! You are very fun and he wants you to know that!! Will find himself getting into a bit of trouble for getting distracted talking about weekend plans with you but can you blame him? It's a Friday afternoon and his brain has logged off. Unfortunately for Leo, despite his brain having logged off, his computer is very much logged in so he has to force himself to keep going for that last stretch of hours between him and the weekend. Will whine and complain to you about how Fridays should be half days which, given Leo's usual demeanour at the start of the week, is an amusing shift in tone. Cut to a couple of hours later and Leo is shutting down his computer the second the clock ticks over to 5pm. He'll swing his chair around to face you, staring you down until you finally close everything down to get ready to leave. Think puppy watching and waiting for you to take them on a walk. Sometimes if you have plans for the Friday evening, he'll offer to pick you up on the way to work to save you the drive too. Also because it gives him an excuse for being late like oh no there was just so much traffic leaving their place I definitely did not stop for coffee on the way here not at all!! He absolutely did but don't worry he didn't forget to pick up your favourite order too~

I think Leo would be a really good motivator in the office too. If a day was going particularly bad, or if a really busy period struck he would be the perfect person to help keep your mood in balance. He's very encouraging for you to step away from your desk. Take a break, have a drink, maybe get a little snack to energise yourself. But he doesn't do it to distract you nor does he overstep any boundaries. He will offhandedly comment on how hard you've been working and make a gentle suggestion that a break is needed. He'd also offer to lend a hand if there was anything particularly pressing that was weighing you down. Try and say no. Try it. Never works. Leo's always happy to help because he knows you would do the same for him and have previously done so in the past when he was newer to the job and hadn't quite gotten his bearings yet. He makes the long days pass by quicker. Truly the best person to work with.

♡ milo ♡

Milo is absolutely that one coworker who keeps to himself a lot and develops this really cool and mysterious reputation. No one really knows what he does for work and no one ever asks him either because they're a little too intimidated to talk to him. It's not that he's had any particularly bad run-ins with anyone else in the office but more so that he no one really knows a whole lot about him. Any conversations about his weekend plans or what he did the evening prior are met with the most normal responses someone could muster. He's going grocery shopping, he's visiting family, he stayed in last night to watch tv. No one knows anything about his life outside of work and no one's bumped into him anywhere but in the office. The only reason people don't speculate that he lives there is because they see him drive in and park in the same spot at the same time each morning. Him keeping to himself isn't really an antisocial thing, but more so that he's there to work so would rather just get on with whatever he has to do with minimal distractions. He's an efficient man and doesn't like people stealing his attention away from any sort of deadline.

Then along comes this slight change in the office layout and suddenly your desk has been moved directly next to his. Surprise had left you stunned for a moment when Milo greeted you that first morning before sitting down and getting himself set up for the working day. He still never offered much conversation, just the usual 'good morning' and 'have a good evening' as you both left the office. It wasn't until you both stayed behind a little late one Friday evening to finish some paperwork before the weekend and he'd stricken up a conversation while walking back to your cars. It was mostly small talk, nothing of too much substance, but it was far more than he gave anyone else. If you ask, he simply answers that until the clock hits around 5pm, he's at work. Once he's left the office building, he's just normal Milo again. It's his way of separating work and his personal life. Honestly, his work/life balance is enviable.

Over time, as you grow closer, he'll start to chat more during office hours. Asking what you thought of a recent episode of a show, if you'd seen the news about an upcoming game. And your closeness wouldn't go unnoticed. You'll get coworkers whispering to you on your lunch break asking to share some information since they'd barely seen Milo speak with anyone else so openly before. You'd always politely decline, telling them he never really shared anything special and it was mostly just work related things—a white lie, of course, but what they didn't know didn't hurt them. Milo would appreciate it too, often voicing his complaints about the busybodies in the office not so subtly whispering about him. He didn't care too much about their speculations of him until they started dragging you into it too. Grumpy Milo grumbling into his coffee cup asking why they cared so much anyway. Who cares who he speaks to at work (He cares. But he won't tell you that).

♡ rory ♡

Rory at any given moment in time will take the opportunity to complain about something that has happened in the office that day. Whether it's someone not submitting documents on time or somebody emailing him with any extra set of tasks on top of his already stacked workload, he will be sending you a string of messages to blow off some steam. The first time it'd happened, you were sitting in the break room enjoying your lunch when Rory slumped into the chair next to you and signed so heavily you thought something terrible had happened and he was barely keeping himself together. As it had turned out, a new intern had done something without running it by anyone else first and caused a particularly big problem. One that Rory's manager decided would be his responsibility to resolve before the day's end. As well as meet his own deadlines for the same evening. To say he was stressed was an understatement. So Rory had taken solace in your quiet presence and let out his frustrations. Once he'd gotten it all out of his system, he apologised for the outburst and introduced himself, realising the two of you had never actually spoken before. He then offered to lend a listening ear for your own work annoyances, attentively taking it all in while you spoke. Once your lunch break came to an end, you exchanged contacts with the promise that you could be each other's dedicated work therapist whenever someone or something had pissed you off.

From that point on, you'd receive the odd message here and there throughout the day from Rory with the latest complaint. At first, it was just a way to get the annoyances off your chests but as time went on, conversations started to meander and before long you were becoming closer and closer. You didn't see each other much while working—only ever in passing if you needed to deliver a document to a different department or if there was a meeting you needed to attend. Your texts were your main point of contact with Rory until he suggested you start coordinating your lunch breaks so that you could actually hang out face-to-face rather than via text message. Coworkers would definitely start to speculate how and why these two individuals from completely different departments became friends or if there was something more to the relationship. Especially considering Rory, much like Milo, was more reserved and didn't really show much of an effort to become friends with the people he worked with. He was amicable enough but kept the colleague boundary up like a wall. Except with you, anyway.

I think Rory would want to extend your work friendship beyond office hours and would start wanting to text you later in the evening but is so nervous to come across as being too forward. He likes to act as though he's a very nonchalant person but he really isn't at all. Especially not where you are concerned. So you'd definitely need to be the one to nudge and initiate more of a friendship between you both. It wouldn't take much. All you'd need to do was text him one Saturday morning and mention how you were planning for a bookshop trip and as if he wanted to come along. He texts back almost instantly with a big 'YES' followed immediately by a 'glad you've finally recognised my superior taste in books' purely to save face for how eager he must have seemed. Would come into the office on the Monday with red cheeks once he saw you in the staff car park and try to sound as normal as possible commenting on how he had a good weekend. For his own sanity, just go along with it. He begs.

♡ alexei ♡

Alexei is the new starter who doesn't have a whole lot of office experience under his belt. He's bright eyed and eager to learn on the job but is also somewhat nervous to make mistakes or ask too many questions. It takes him a little while to settle in and feel fully comfortable with his surroundings but once he does, Alexei starts to really flourish. Once he knows you're happy to answer all of his questions and won't scold him for not understanding something straight way, he will come to you with an entire monologue of queries he wants to clarify. Literally rambles this long stream of consciousness before reaching the end of his list and looking at you all expectantly for your response. Listens so intently while he's perched on his desk chair, scribbling down notes as you run through everything he'd asked. Then turns back to his computer screen with a 'thank you' and then doesn't say another word for like two hours. He'll just be typing and clicking away with this intense focus until you have to tap on his shoulder and remind him to take a break from the screen for a few minutes. Will struggle to pull himself away for breaks because once he's in the zone he is IN. He only really likes stepping away from his desk when he has reached a good stopping point and he absolutely hates leaving a task partially finished.

I don't think Alexei would be a super social person at work. It wouldn't be for any particular reason other than the thought didn't really occur to him? He prefers to take his breaks at his desk because his chair is comfortable enough so the only people he really talks to on the regular are the people he works with directly. Being new, he hasn't had much of a reason to visit the other departments nor has he been brought on to any big projects that would have him meeting and working with anyone else around the office. Even after he's been there for a little while, he's reached a point where he feels awkward introducing himself because he's not exactly new anymore but he also doesn't know a lot of names. Whenever there's an office party or holiday event, Alexei will turn and whisper to you asking who that was or to remind him of a name. He could have had a good ten minute conversation with someone who and not had a single clue as to what their name was. It makes for some funny encounters, especially if it's someone not well liked within the office. They'd strike up a conversation just for Alexei to clearly not know who they are. We love to see it.

After Alexei has been working in the office for a few months and has gotten nicely settled in his job, I can see him being really welcoming to a new starter. In the same way you answered all his questions and helped him along with his training, Alexei would do the same for the new person. He might come across a little too excited with how forthcoming he is with explanations or offers to help out with anything they're struggling with but it's clear that he means well. He's just a little enthusiastic!! Would also start to add little decorations on his desk. He doesn't do anything too special, but he might have a tiny figurine of a jellyfish sat under his monitor and would have themed notepads and matching pens to go with them. If he's going to spend most of his day there, he wants it to feel like it's his personal little corner.

♡ brooklyn ♡

Brooklyn is the high ranking manager CEO businessman who is also one of the most likable people around the office. Despite him always being seen in his signature suits and ties with some sort of important document in hand at any given moment, he was genuinely pleased to speak with anyone working there. He has his moments of being the stern business type, particularly when in stressful meetings to discuss the company's performance for the quarter and their targets for the next quarter. Overall, however, he remains a generally calming presence. If you were his assistant, he'd try to alleviate as much of the pressure of the role as he could. He knew he was a painfully busy man and that you had no end of meetings to schedule, companies to contact for collaborations and partnerships. There was never really an end to your workload for which he felt a tad guilty. Anytime you entered his private office, reeling off the schedule for the afternoon or informing him of a visitor who had arrived to meet with him, Brooklyn is offering to make you a cup of tea or coffee no matter how many times you insist that that's your job, not his. He never listens.

I think he'd take a lot of interest in you as a person too, not wanting there to be this distinct barrier of boss and employee. He would much rather you both felt you stood on equal ground. That mindset had gotten him into some mild altercations in meetings when other company executives had made some sort of snide comment regarding your involvement in the discussions. Brooklyn wasn't going to stand for one of his most trusted and hardworking colleagues to be taken for granted. The strained tension never left the boardroom until a few minutes after the meeting ended and Brooklyn stormed out looking angrier than you'd ever seen him. Would be silent as he poured himself a cup of tea and then give you this serious talk about how if that were to ever happen without him around report it to him immediately. His expression was much sterner that you'd experienced from all your time working directly with Brooklyn, but it was evident that it came from a place of respect. And he explained as much as he leaned against his desk, pinching the spot between his brows as if the encounter had given him a headache.

There had never been any repeat instances following that afternoon, though you had overheard some whispers about the incident. Mostly from people surprised to hear that Brooklyn had raised his voice. Anytime you commented on it while presenting him with new paperwork, Brooklyn would adjust his tie awkwardly, face heating at the lack of composure he'd now exposed to the office. He took pride in coming across in a well-presented and calm manner so this one lapse of his self-restraint made him feel a touch embarrassed each time he was reminded of the event; in those moments he seemed less like the important business figure and more like a close friend you could playfully tease in passing moments between the busy hours. It was a comfortable and welcomed dynamic for the both of you.

♡ tobias ♡

Tobias is without a doubt the office socialite. He's always popping his head into the different departments with a request or to catch up after the weekend. He reminds me of someone I work with who is incredibly easy going and is friends with basically everyone in the office. Tobias can have a tendency to cause disruptions in that his voice will carry in an office room and he doesn't really realise how much of a distraction his presence can be sometimes. He doesn't mean to pull people away from anything important! But he also can't really help himself when it's the middle of the week and he's got all kinds of work adjacent stories to be shared. Will perch himself on your desk and start rambling away about something, not really noticing if you were paying him your full attention or not. It's only after he asks you a question and you noncommittally answer with a vague 'yes' that he'll start whining about how you're not listening to him. As much as we'd like to chat, some of us have work to do, Tobias. When you question him about his own work, Tobias will conveniently remember he needs to be somewhere else, dodging the question entirely and scampering away to a different department. There is usually a shaking of heads that follows after Tobias whenever he dashes off somewhere else—it's always from a place of endearing acceptance.

I can see Tobias being involved in the marketing side of a business. Definitely the one to organise big events and staff parties. He needs someone to rein him in though because some of his ideas aren't quite workplace or coworker friendly. He hears office party and thinks hell yeah time to go wild go crazy but no Tobias please the last time that happened you broke multiple office chairs we can't afford to keep replacing them every time. Would enlist you for help too because you're his favourite person to bother at work. Whether you humour him and play along or tell him to, light heartedly, leave you alone, Tobias will find his way to your desk for some quality catchup time. What do you mean it's Monday and you're busy? He needs to tell you about this movie he saw on Saturday that he thinks should be the theme of the next work event. He's also the type to bring food to your desk too. Will sometimes just buy lunch for you and pry your hands away from your keyboard so that he can slide a salad or pot of pasta into your grasp. Tobias takes lunch breaks very seriously. He'll also get treats for people in the office too! Buys little cakes or chocolates just because. This is part of the reason why everyone likes him so much; can't say no to a man who keeps you well fed.

Despite poking fun at Tobias being a bit more lax around the office, I think he genuinely would be full of solid ideas and he does feel pretty passionate about certain aspects of the job too. His work/life balance isn't perfect in that he tends to prioritise life a little more than he should sometimes but there's little harm in it. He's a very good person to be around if you're the type to get a bit too wrapped up in working. Tobias is NOT letting you overwork yourself. Not on his watch!! He's a surprisingly perceptive person and can very easily tell when you're stressed or not getting as much sleep as you should. Will take it upon himself to text you at the weekend to hang out and have a movie night with him. That way he can make sure you're relaxing and not spending your limited time off working your brain. Will steal your phone directly from your hands if you're staring too hard, eyebrows furrowed, and will replace it with a snack and gently remind you that it's the weekend time not work time. He has his uses sometimes.

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kaeyas-beloved · 1 year

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Class 1-A with reader who's a high school detective? Or rather, UA's secret high school detective? Kinda like with Detective Conan! She helps the police solve cases, which she always gets right not through any Quirk but through logic and smarts. It's possible that she has a lot of excuse notes if she's ever late for school, or if she has to leave early to help with an extremely serious case. I bet a bunch of kids will be jealous until they figure out the reason behind her absences,

Characters: Class 1A

Genre: General/Humor/Fluff + Fic/Bulletpoints

CW: gn!reader (you/your/they/them)

a/n: 1) I've never actually watched Detective Conan (yet)! Is it any good? 2) This idea kinda grew on me when I started writing this, I think it's a really cool idea. Thank you for requesting anon, I'm really sorry for the long wait and I hope you enjoy! (and sorry for any OOCness, it's been some time since I watched BnHA but I still wanted to finish this)

Class 1A w/ a Secret Detective Reader

"Heyyyy it's (L/N)! On time for once are ya?" instantly your head snapped up at the cheerful call, blond hair with a streak of black catching your eye. Finishing off a note within the margin, you straighten and stretch for the first time in what felt like weeks. Both hearing and feeling that oh so satisfying pop you relax, offering the male and the group behind a tired smile. Briefly, you couldn’t help but wonder how Kaminari (and honestly everyone else) had so much energy this early in the morning. Though, upon remembering that they don't spend hours pouring through case files you brush the thought away quickly.

"Hmph, that's a first," the spiky, rough-around-the-edges ash blond tuts. You pay his comment no mind, something between a tired huff and a laugh passes through your lips, it's not like he's wrong.

"Heh, the world must be ending." Though you spoke in nothing but a mutter most heard your follow up. Good natured laughter fills the room, you included in its chorus.

It’s no secret that you're tardy more often than not. At the beginning, most didn’t know how to interpret your routine of a flimsy excuse notes in hand and a rushed apologizing. Were you not used to early morning classes? Traffic hold you up? Are you late on purpose perhaps?

“No, no and no,” you reassured one afternoon. Then why? someone asked, to which you left them with a flamboyant “I'm saving the world!” Everyone was quick to drop it back then - not out of respect, but because they knew if they're getting a dumb, zealous answer like that then they can kiss a real answer goodbye.

Of course, behind the scenes many were dying to know your real reasons. They theorized, sharing their thoughts with one another when you aren’t around. Hell, Kaminari, Mina, Sero and a select few all going as far as to make a post it board, red sting tying info together and all. After all, if Aizawa is always there, ready to deliver a quick and light scolding the second you try to sneak to your seat mid-lesson, it can't be that bad, right? Unfortunately, to this day your secret remains shrouded in mystery.

Your sly joke from mere moments ago sparked a large, seemingly never-ending conversation with the class. In your defense, you did try to stay on task, but really, how could you not spend some time with your friends? Not to mention that it's been far too long, the police and UA keeping you busy. A break is just what you need to stay in tip-top shape.

Attention pulled far from your gloomy detective work, the atmosphere felt light, carefree within the room as everyone talked and had fun. A welcomed change.

The rolling of the classroom doors puts an abrupt stop to the merriment. Being around long enough to know the routine, every teen made their way to their respective seats.

Aizawa said nothing at first, standing dead in his spot in the doorway. No one dared to whisper their concerns about if something happened, but it was safe to say everyone felt on edge.

Finally, he speaks, "(L/N)."

At once their world came to a screeching halt, twenty pairs of eyes darting between yourself and the teacher. Other than when you're late, you never get called out right off the bat, never mind the tone used.

Silence stretched on for several agonizing seconds, not one soul making a sound. Tension only rose when a few caught sight of the police chief out in the hall, additional officers on either side.

Shock morphs into fear. What's happened? Are you in trouble? Have you done something wrong? Got mixed up with the wrong crowd? With each new thought that pops up in their minds a disgustingly familiar feeling grows, threatening to consume them whole. Just as a group of students open their mouths to finally say something, defend your innocence, demand answers, the squeak of your chair being pushed back cuts it all off.

…How are you so calm?

Clear as day you appear unbothered. As if it doesn't appear that your arrest is upon you. So, is it just a cover? A way to hide the fear pumping through your system?

As you stand and walk further and further away from them all, Aizawa hot on your heels, the class is left to wonder if history is repeating. Are they about to be so paralyzed that they'll fail to protect a friend once more?

"Don't do anything stupid. We'll be back shortly," Aizawa's gruff voice says and the door shuts.

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They're already planning your prison break, the sweethearts <3

Most rationale has left the room since no explanation makes sense other than worst-case :/

It's Bakugou - who just so happens to sit next to you - and all his smarts that loudly demands everyone to "calm the hell down", quickly adding that "they're not going to jail you cry-babies, they work for them."

Of course that does nothing to remedy the situation. What does Bakugou know? It takes the ash-blond shoving your discarded case documents into everyone's unsuspecting faces for them to believe him.

Cue a loud chorus of "THEY'RE A DETECTIVE!?" Which is true, you are in fact a detective. Or, a part-time one at least, if the scrawled Detective Work in your writing was anything to go by. Safe to say some of your closest friends are somewhat hurt you didn't tell them. Don't worry they get over it quickly, they've plenty of time to harass you, seeing as you’ve just walked back into the room.

And seeing how everyone is staring at you, multiple papers scattered between the group it's not hard to piece things together.

"The cat's outta the bag I suppose," you get ready for the storm that's coming your way, sitting back down and taking a deep breath.

No teaching was done that day.

Like most reveals that happen, things settle back to normal after a week. Now instead of getting asked why you were late your friends are asking for all the juicy details of your case (none of which you can actually tell them). Doesn't stop some from asking every time though,,,,

Feel free to talk to them seriously. You might not be able to tell them much, but if you're in a slump and need to talk it out with someone they're more than willing to listen. You'll either figure it out on your own or they'll end up saying something that makes everything click :)

You're no longer just UA's detective but Class 1-A's personal super sleuth now. Something's missing? Better call Sherlock Holmes. And with this bunch, you're going to get called a lot. You could make a profit if you started to charge them :|

I can definitely see them bringing you snacks/meals and something to drink if you're stuck working long hours or late into the night <3 Like they'll see your light on and they'd make sure to stop by the kitchen just so they can drop off something for you on their way back.

Stressful or upsetting case? These guys are the best at distracting you. Bakusquad will drag you out to play some video games in one of their rooms or at an arcade. If that's not something you're into or you're not in the mood you can always train with someone and let out some steam that way. Or or or the girls will gladly take you out shopping with them!

Many are more than willing to help you catch up on classwork. They understand that balancing class, being a detective for the school and an internship is no easy task

If you're ever gone for a long period of time because your work takes you out of town or something be ready for a warm welcome back and hugs the moment you walk through the door :)

Oh, and you're absolutely right Anon, no less than 80% of the class is jealous you get to leave early and they remain that way even after learning why lol. "Oh to be a detective and get to leave early!" Literally all of them at one point or another with their own way of saying it.

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mooodyblue · 10 months

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Okay, here's a request idea; While reader's waiting for Elvis to get done with his post-show stuff in the car, they start slipping, and some of the Mafia start to tease them for it (except for Jerry, who tries to protect them). Knowing E's tired after a show, they don't want to bother him when he gets to the car, so they keep quiet at first.

It's only when they're driving that reader fully slips into baby space from the stress, and they end up having an accident in the car (since they needed to go potty already but couldn't speak up) as they cry; that's when Jerry explains what happened. Once they're back home, Elvis just comforts his little, gets them in a diaper and puts them to bed? Thanks! (Sorry, I know this is long lol!)

u know im a sucker for protective!elvis !! ty for the request 🫶🏼

wc: 1.1k

sometimes you hated going to shows with elvis, he knew of it too. he always advised you to stay home. honestly, he loved coming home and just getting under the covers with you anyway. but you wanted to go today. his friends were slightly annoyed about it too, mostly because they'd have to be in charge of you.

“it's like havin’ a damn baby on the road…”

you gritted your teeth at the insult, elvis rubbing your back and reassuring you that jerry would take care of you. he was the only one who actually made you feel validated when it came to your regression–along with charlie maybe. larry too. but elvis only trusted you with jerry, rightfully so. people were mean. you knew you'd be the subject of insults throughout soundcheck and dinner. all of it was stressing you out, making you overwhelmed and just wanting to go home. it was too late to change your mind about going to the show that night.

you’d been masking it all night, fidgeting with whatever you could. the hem of your dress, sleeves, the table cloth–nothing was helping.

the familiar tune of can’t help falling in love began to play and you were ushered out of the crowd by jerry, making your way to the car before everyone else did. jerry got in first, letting you sit in the middle so elvis could sit beside you.

“gettin’ fuzzy?”

you glanced over at jerry then back at your hands folded in your lap, picking at your nails. you didn't have to respond for him to get his answer. “of course they are.” red rolled his eyes from the front. he turned to face you, “wittle baby is so sad, aren't they? need a lil’ pacifier to make you feel all better? put ya in a diaper like the little grown ass baby you are?” he teased before turning back around, waiting for elvis to show up.

“you’re an ass, y'know that?” jerry scoffed, rubbing your back. “don't tell el i cussed around ya, you know how he gets about that.”

you kept your mouth shut, fighting off the tears from the harsh words coming from his friend. elvis finally rushed out of the building and you adjusted yourself for elvis to come in, giving him a small smile as he jumped in. “hiya baby.” he panted, kissing your cheek. “good show, boys?” elvis kept a hand on your knee as everyone replied with praises as lamar drove away from the screaming girls, heading back to graceland.

the drive home was quiet, almost too quiet. it was making you incredibly nervous, as if you were waiting for someone to chirp up another insult at you. elvis didn't know you were little nor about the words exchanged before he got in the car and you couldn't gather up the courage to speak up. really, you couldn’t speak at all even if you wanted to.

and god, you needed the bathroom. badly. but you couldn't speak, your brain was trying to form the right words but nothing was coming out. you bounced your leg anxiously against elvis, probably annoying him from the constant shaking of his leg. but it was the only thing keeping you from having an accident in the car. unfortunately, you couldn't hold it. your body gave up on you, your entire body freezing up as the horrifying realization of you having an accident not even with a few minutes left until you were at graceland hit you hard.

a choked out sob left your lips, causing elvis and jerry to turn their heads to you. “what's goin’ on? knew you were too quiet.” elvis frowned.

“i think they're…y’know…” jerry hinted. “they were bein’ kinda mean to ‘em.

“baby, why didn’t you say anything?” he turned his body slightly to look at you, pushing his glasses up on his head. you shook your head and opened your mouth, only a cry coming out. “alright, alright. we’re feelin’ like that tonight, huh? that's okay.” he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, letting your head fell onto his as you cried out of embarrassment. he glared at the men in front of him, “y’all ain't off the hook for this, i’m too damn tired to deal with y'all's bullshit tonight.”

you looked at elvis, worried. “don’t go sayin’ that word.” he sternly said to you. “only grownups can say it.”

once they pulled up to graceland, he helped you out, waving at jerry. “i can take it from here, y'all go home.” he looked at the spot on the seat, “and get the car cleaned. let whoever’s responsible for makin’ y/n feel like this take care of it.”

“no problem, boss.” jerry nodded, saying his final goodbyes to the two of you as he shut the door.

the two of you walked into the house, elvis keeping a protective hand on you despite nobody else being around you. “we’ll get you cleaned up and in bed, how's that sound?” he brought you up to the bedroom and dug through your drawer of little items, digging out your pajamas and a diaper. you looked at it and whined, tugging on his sleeve. “i know, honey. but you need it. if you’re big in the mornin’, you can deal with it yourself.”

you sighed, letting elvis get you cleaned and dressed. he picked you up and used the tip of his finger to pick up your chin, giving you a soft kiss. “my beautiful baby. did so good.” he smiled. “daddy’s gonna shower then come to bed. cartoons?” you nodded, getting into his bed without any hesitation.

elvis brought you your plushie, tucking it under your arm then turning on the tv, changing it to late night cartoons. “don't go nowhere.” he joked as he left for his shower. you sat up and rested your back against the headboard, sighing and toying with the arm of your bear until he got out.

he finished up with his shower as fast as he could, wanting to just get under the covers with you and head to bed. and of course, there you were with grabby hands as he got into bed with you. “missed me that much, huh?” he laughed. elvis pulled you into his lap, holding you close. “‘m sorry the guys were so mean to you, baby.” he sighed. “they’ll never get it–god knows why.” you rested your head against his chest, the scent of his body wash and shampoo bringing you much comfort. “but don't you worry baby, i’ll deal with ‘em in the mornin’.”

you glanced up at him, giving him a pat on his chest as to say ‘promise?’

he grinned, “cross my heart, honey. i promise.”

#elvis x reader

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Kinkmas Day 3: Eddie Munson(dry Humping)

Tw: Dry Humping, semi-public, neck kissing, rubbing. (I believe that's it but if I missed anything lemme know!)

A/N: So sorry for the super late post but I hope you like this! Also sorry if there's any spelling errors.

Word Count: 859

So sorry for the super late post but I hope you like this!

“C,mon babe, just a quickie, really quick I promise.” Eddie said, hugging you from behind.

“Eddie, we have to meet the group at the arcade in 20 minutes. A Quickie to you is like eating ice cream, you always want more after you have a bowl” I said, Finishing up tying my hair back.

He scoffs, “It is not. I promise it will be quick! Pleaseeee” He whines.

I shake my head, grabbing my bag and keys, walking towards the door.

“If you don't hurry up, I’m leaving you here and you can walk” I said, opening the door and walking down the trailer stairs.

I hear a huff behind me before a door closes and footsteps coming down the stairs.

“You are so not fair.” He says, pouting and crossing his arms once he’s seated in the car.

I just roll my eyes and ignore, backing out and going towards the arcade.

*At the arcade*

“If you can wait two hours until we get home, you can have me all night” I whisper to him as we walk through the door.

He stops and looks at me with wide eyes, I just walk past him and wink.

Finding an all familiar hat in a group of teens, I shout out Dustin's name, letting them know we’re here and on time this time.

“Y/n! Good you’re here. Okay so we wanted to do teams of two for air hockey, Cause the arcade just got that big one, and since you guys are here now, there's an even number of people.” He started saying, explaining what we're gonna do and how it’s gonna work.

While he’s talking Eddie walks up beside me, grabbing my hand to hold.

I look at him real quick to flash him a quick smile but when I see his face, I see him with a stern gaze, looking around the arcade. Not even paying attention to what Dustin was saying.

“Okay so you’re okay with that right Y/n?” Dustin asks.

I shake my head, looking back at him, “Um, sorry, with what exactly?” I ask sheepishly.

Dustin looks at me weirdly, “With Eddie being my partner cause Robin and Steve are already partnered up and Lucas and Max and el and Mike so you’re with Will.” He explained.

I nod, and he grabs Eddie’s hand dragging him over to the rest of the group. I trail behind them, smiling as everyone says hello.

“Okay! Now that everyone is here! Let’s play!” Steve says Clapping his hands.

*After air hockey*

“Okay, I don’t know about you guys but I’m tired and hungry so let's take a lunch break.” Robin says, walking over to the biggest booth they had there. Sitting down and scooting over so everyone else can fit in too.

The last one in is Eddie and there's no room for me so he just casually grabs my waist and pulls me on his lap.

I yelp from the rudeness but he just tightens his grip around me and grabs a menu.

“Ed, I could have just grabbed a chair.” I whisper to him.

He just shakes his head, “No it’s ok babe. You can sit here, with me.” He says with a look in his eyes, a look I know all too well.

As everyone is talking I feel little kisses on my neck. I move it a little to give him more access but not too much that it’s noticeable.

He grips my hips, slowly moving them back and forth, I move my hand down, gripping his arms.

Looking around and seeing everyone occupied I turned towards him a bit, “Eds, what are you doing?” I ask him.

He just looks at me and smirks, discreetly moving my hips faster.

I close my eyes, feeling something in my stomach. I lean my head back against his shoulder, turning my head towards his ears so he can hear the little whimpers that are leaving my mouth.

Sliding his hand under my skirt, he starts to rub my clit through my underwear, adding more pressure to increase the feeling in my stomach.

I nip at his ear and whimper a small, “Eddie” letting him know that I’m cumming.

He rubs my clit faster until finally my body lets go. I grip his arms hard, leaving nail indents in them. He slowly stops moving my hips to help me relax and then suddenly stands up with me in his arms.

“Y/n has got to pee and I'm gonna go grab some more tokens while we wait for someone. We’ll be right back” He says quickly before anyone can say anything, dragging us to the bathroom.

“W-What are you doing?” I ask, still dazed about what just happened.

He looks around before pushing me in the women's restroom and then walking in himself.

He closes the door, locks it and turns around, leaning against with a spark in his eyes and a smirk on his lips.

“After what just happened, I am not waiting until we get home.” He says.

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie smut #strangerthings #eddie munson x female reader #kinkmasday3 #stranger things fanfiction

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bots-and-cons · 1 year

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Howdy, hope you’re having a great day! Could you do hcs for Smokescreen, Ratchet, and Optimus celebrating their human partner graduating high-school? Ty 💕

I've actually got a previous post about this for Ratty and OP which you can find here, but I decided to write them anyway, because I have more to say this time around. Platonic or romantic, who knows. Also I guess this is like a combo of american and finnish graduation stuff because I’m finnish and I’ve seen mostly american graduations on TV.

~Optimus Prime~

•Optimus knew your graduation was coming up, and that you were nervous about it

•You got your graduation cap and gown but you wouldn’t show them to Optimus before your graduation day

•You were really nervous to go get your diploma and you almost tripped while walking up the stairs to the stage

•Optimus was in the parking lot nearby, where he could just barely see you walk onto the stage and he was so proud when you received your diploma

•Optimus congratulated you when you came to him after the graduation, you’d told your family you were going to go celebrate with your friends, which wasn’t a total lie, so you left with Optimus

•You could see your classmates making the pumping gesture to get Optimus to honk at them which he did as you waved at your friends from the window

•Optimus isn’t big on parties, but he had organized a small celebration with the trouble trio and the rest of the team

•They had some cupcakes and soda and there were home made decorations around the main room and a big banner with messy letters saying “congrats graduate”

•Optimus congratulates you with a hug and tells you he’s super proud of you

•You’re so happy and the little celebration he’s organized for you is the best you’ve ever had

•You take a ton of photos with him, like with you sitting on his shoulder in your graduation gown

~Smokescreen~

•Smokescreen isn’t really that knowledgeable about human traditions but the second he hears you’re graduating and Arcee explains to him what it means, he wants to throw you a party

•He’s of course assisted by the trouble trio, Bulkhead and Bumblebee, and the group starts making plans

•They try to keep it a secret from you, but they absolutely suck at it, you just decide to let them think they’re able to keep it from you

•Smokes drives you to the graduation ceremony and waits in the parking lot, where he can see the stage from

•He’s so happy for you and he’s basically vibrating with excitement when he gets to take you back to the base

•It’s supposed to be a surprise party so of course there’s confetti and a decorations

•Smokes helped to make the decorations, but the rest of the team put them up while the two of you were gone

•There’s some cake, soda and sweets and Smokescreen gives you flowers

•A ton of pictures are taken and there’s even one where you kiss Smokes on the cheek as you thank him for the party

•Smokes is super happy with how the party turned out and he’s so proud he was able to keep it a secret

•You let him think that because he seems so happy about it, and you’re having a great time

~Ratchet~

•Ratchet is so proud of you but he’s worried he’s gonna be needed at the base, like what if he’s not able to make it to the ceremony

•The team has to basically push him out the base, because he doesn’t want to leave them in trouble

•Basically everyone assures him it’s fine and he has to go and when he finally does he’s almost late

•You were early at the school and you were starting to get worried when you didn’t see Ratchet, but he finally arrived and you were so happy

•His presence also calms you down quite a bit, because you were pretty nervous about the whole thing and it was so nice to have him there

•Your classmates are a bit weirded out when you hop into an ambulance to leave, but the consensus is that it’s also pretty cool

•Ratchet drives you to the base and while he hasn’t really had time to put together a big party, the rest of the team put something together

•You celebrate with Ratchet and the team and it’s a great time

•Ratchet is so very proud of you and he’s looking forward to what you do next

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #autobots #optimus prime #smokescreen #ratchet #tfp headcanons #transformers fluff #reader insert #tfp x reader #transformers x reader #platonic transformers x reader

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