Bobby(s) Masterlist

Bobby(s) Masterlist

Fanfics

[Fluff] Bobby X Female Reader - You Teasing Handsome Bastard 

[Fluff] Bobby X Female Reader - Favourite

[Request] (Uhh murder happens, but gets fluffy after) Bobby X (Shy) Female Reader - Now That's How You Beat A Downa! 

Despicable Me Master List

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Dru Gru

Felonious Gru

Maxime Le Mal

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Male and Female X Female Readers

Male and Female X Gender Neutral Readers

NSFW (within my boundaries) and SFW (examples include strictly platonic friendships and romantic relationships) for characters who are 18+

Fanfics, headcanons, drabbles

What I plan to write about in the future, but don’t request these to me for now:

Poly Relationships (I have to learn how to write them better 😅)

Male Readers (As a female myself, I need to work on writing the male perspective better, as I've always strictly written female and gender neutral readers. I'd hate to misrepresent my male orientated homies if my writing is awkward and ridged.)

What I’ll NEVER write. NEVER REQUEST THESE TO ME:

Pe*ophile shit

In*est

Toxic Relationships (like downright horrid)

Ab*se

Ships (I don't hate ships but this blog is strictly x reader fanfiction)

Yandere behaviour…. It just creeps me out too much

‘Real’ life actors (example stranger things) This is a blog strictly writing about fictional characters.

Anything to do with fictional minors is a no no. This is strictly a blog made with the intention of having an adult audience in mind who also simps over adult fictional characters as much as I do.

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Now onto the more… NSFW of things. I write:

Consensual Sex

Degradation kink (hair pulling, chocking, spanking)

Dom/Sub/Switch Dynamics

Bondage

Teasing

Orgasm Denial

Sensation Play (blindfold, wax play, etc)

Breeding Kink

Praise Kink

Oral

Biting Kink

What I’ll NEVER write. NEVER REQUEST THESE TO ME:

N*n-c*n

R*pe

Piss kink

Voyeurism

Mommy/daddy kink (I'm realllyy on a fine line on this one idfk)

Foot kink

Spitting kink

Cutting kink

Slapping kink (slapping/punching a partners face is a big FAT no from me)

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Don Flamenco Masterlist

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Headcanons

(Request) (Fluff) Don Flamenco with S/O who’s introverted and not good at relationships

[NSFW] Don Flamenco NSFW Headcanons

Mixture Of Headcanons - Maxime Le Mal

Requested by: Nobody

Warnings: Sexual headcanons below NSFW cut

Readers Gender: Gender Neutral

Fanfic Type: Headcanons

Fanfic Genre: SFW and NSFW

Word Count: 737

A/N: As I'm writing this, I feel a tad embarrassed and confused that somehow a badly written French cockroach villian man pulled me out of my 2-3 year writer's block. Wtf-

Anywaysss, onto the regular headcanons and some relationship headcanons, a mixture of things.... for this whimpy whiney shit (I say this lovingly.)

[Headcanons and some ramblings in the tags contain some spoilers. If you haven't watched DM4 yet feel free to swipe by this]

SFW

• Mans will not shut the fuck up about himself, how great he is and how everyone else fucking sucks and he's perfect in every way. VERY sassy, self absorbed, snobby, has anger problems (obvious), and secretly clingy. He thinks he's the shit. You'll just have to... "indulge him" by listening to every small thing he got bothered by that day. Every little thing can set him off. Cannot let grudges go.

• Obviously his thing is that he talks with his hands... a lot. It's one of many ways to tell what type of mood he's in at that moment. Frantic, heavy hand movements, and fingers twitching? He mad. Quick bursts of movement, doing quick little claps and finger tapping? For sure in a good mood.

• Maxime cannot hide his emotions, like at all. One of his weaknesses. He's VERY animated with his body language and voice.

• Many people will not agree with this one, so bare with me. From my own observation he has many traits and behaviours of someone who has a undiagnosed narcissistic disorder, or some other type of undiagnosed personality disorder. [This is just a headcanon of mine please don't jump me- 😭]

• By his fascination and obsession with bugs, I wouldn't be surprised if he was autistic or ADHD... or not, idk. He kinda act like me fr.

• I can imagine when he was still partly cockroach he wore gloves due to increased sensitivity, before the transformation he only wore them as a fashion choice. After AVL de-transformed him, they couldn't reverse everything. What was left was the antennas, some of his strength, and the heightened sensitivity - even afterward he still continues to wear gloves to prevent himself from overwhelming his senses.

• Seen many people theorise that Maxime feels phantom pain often and a great need to spread his non-existent wings and extra limbs after the de-transformation. It makes a lot of sense... It's quite interesting, as sad as it is...

• Fixing, fiddling, and tinkering with anything is one his ways to calm down, also could be considered a type of stim. Uses his cane for the same purpose. Maxime has to fiddle with something in his hands or he'll get absolutely fidgety and agitated with the extra amount of energy he has built up. Often wants someone to be by him as he tinkers and talks away.

• Has a fine taste in fashion (maybe not the giant ahs green coat he has.. but it find it cute.) The outfit he has at the end of the movie though? GAWDDDDDD where do I ever start? BLUEEE IS HIS COLOURRR. (Alsoooo I 100% believe his outfit was inspired by Balthazar Bratt, btw-)

NSFW below the cut! Don't read if it makes you uncomfy.

NSFW

• Soooo his voice... he's well aware people find accents a turn on, so uses it to his advantage when he sees fit ...And on his partner especially (let's just pretend Valentina isn't in the picture). Often when he wants their attention he slows his speech, making sure to drag out every word he says as he flirts with them, letting his French accent go on full force - seeing if he can get any reaction of them. As he does he impulsively switched between English and French. If his partner don't know a single bit of French.... Just for fun he'd speak so many dirty words to them in French, often leaving them confused trying to figure out what he just said to them. If they do speak French like he does, it's fair game. If he doesn't get a reaction out of his partner, he'll keep being persistent til they do, the man does NOT give up easy. (Being mean and teasing his partner is 100% his love language.)

(If his partner have a voice kink, and Maxime finds out, good luck never having a moment of silence ever again-)

• Maxime's kisses are so divine. IT'S not because he's french and that's the stereotype... But he certainly does live up to it. How he kisses his partner can determine how he's feeling in that moment, either wanting attention and love from them... or more, his kisses leaving them a gasp every time. There's never a dull moment, especially when he dips them out of nowhere to give them the best french kisses... Also best be careful, he bites. ;)

• I can see him being the type of man to not rush things, but make it so painfully saken slow for his partner til they break and can't stand it. He loves to be in control, and controlling when his partner can have what they desperately need for some sort of release... He thrives off of it. Torturing them and watching his partner squirm and beg is one of his greatest pleasures.

(If his partner "wrestles with him" and wins, which most of the time unlikely... Maxime's all theirs, their in control now. His partner can do whatever to him.... But careful, he likes to fight back.)

• Will make his partner suffer by making them watch him please himself, knowing how much his partner needs him and want to please him as they watch, struggling to stay put. He just smirks and chuckles the whole time, his accent tickling his partner's ears, adding even more to the torture and pleasure they'd feel later on.

• With how expressive he is, he does not hide it at all in the bedroom. From groans, moans, growls, whines - this man does everything. He feels no shame showing his partner how much they affect him. The look of amusement that covers his partner's features hearing him being so loud gets him even more turned on.

• Is very grabby. By the end of it his partner will be covered in scratches, bruises, hickies, and bite marks. Maxime is surprisingly stronger than he looks, easily pinning his partner down with his skinny frame. Can grip too hard sometimes. When this man gets horny.. HE'S horny.

• Maxime's antennas are extremely sensitive... According to him in DM4. I can imagine them being an extremely sensitive erectile zone if rubbed just right. Depending on his mood it can either go both ways - a wholesome cuddle session with his partner... Or they'll be in either of each other's lair for the rest of the day not leaving the bedroom.... His partner is in for an aggressive, loving ride. I can imagine his antennas twitching more too.

• Maxime is thicker than most. Has an average length just enough to be comfortable with, but his girth will definitely take some getting used to at first. It starts curved upward from the middle, has many veins and textures for his partner to experience.

• Is a very cleanzy man, trims himself quite nicely just enough to have lovely peach fuzz.

• If his eye twitches when he's angry..... Imagine it twitching as he gets close, ahahahah...

• Again, WILL NOT, shut up. Not a single moment will there ever be a silent moment. Talks SOO much shit, so much filth it can honestly get overwhelming with how much he is saying as he pounds into his partner. He's such a little shit as he does this. He knows exactly what to say to get them squirming, whimpering and their blood pumping.

• It's hard to understand him half the time - his English words getting mixed with his native tongue French. In the heat of the moment it's incredible to see, seeing him get so into the intimate moment between his partner that his words get all jumbled up because of them~

A/N: I have so many more ideas and theories for this french fella. I may or may not write more.... If the people demand for it... 👀👉👈 (Hold me accountable plz I'd hate to go into an writer's block again-) I'm pretty rusty from writing atm I'll probably rewrite this a bit later.

Favourite - (Bobby X Female Reader)

Request?: ❌

Warnings: None, pure fluff and serotonin

Readers Gender: Female

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Fanfic Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 3,740

Summary:

You’ve been the secret admirer that has been sending gifts the past couple weeks to a friend you fancied for the past while, Constable Tony Miles (aka your favourite Bobby). You couldn’t stand the locked up feeling in your chest whenever you thought of just giving him the gifts and confessing to him in person, so this was the best way for you to covey your love to him, even if he didn’t know it was you… yet. ;)

"Allo Janet!"

"Oh Y/N lovely day lovely day. What would you like help with today?" Janet asked you. She already knew what you were going to say, but she wanted to make sure.

You hesitate for a moment, pushing the package forward. "U-Um... I have a package for-"

"Desk #332, I assume?"

A blush appears on your already flushed face, nodding to the desk lady in front of you. You were honestly surprised she remembered the number. Coming here every week never got easier on your nerves since Janet already guessed about your secret crush for a particular Constable.

"Right away ma'm. The package shall be delivered by 4 AM tomorrow morning." She let you know, carefully putting the package under her desk. Janet could see your slight discomfort, sighing. "I suggest taking another dose dear you're shivering like a leaf!" She points out. "You know... you could give these to Constable Miles yourself? I doubt he'd reject your gifts. You're worrying too much dear.

You shush her, looking around. "Keep your voice down dammit."

Janet chuckles at your flustered behaviour, and of course you ignored it.

"Trust me Janet I already took one 20 minutes ago I'm not in the mood to overdose today." You joke around with her, giggling, and so does she. "Just um... loves always been a tricky subject for me, so I prefer doing this instead."

Janet nods, acknowledging your way of doing things. "Whatever works for you dear. Please sign here."

You sign the paper and there will go yet another gift you've made for the Constable.

"Thank you Y/N. Have a lovely day!"

So fucking embarrassing. Every goddamn time.

"You too Janet. Toodalo!"

Laying in bed feeling like this the past couple weeks left you sleep deprived. Not even Joy was helping your sleep oddly enough, and you never had problems with your sleep till now because of one man. If only you weren't such a wuss and just gave Constable Tony Miles the gifts yourself... but you were too embarrassed and worried to admit your feelings to him in person. You were at least relieved that Janet delivered your gifts to him under the name "secret admirer", god bless her. You'd have to do her a favour one of these days.

This aching feeling in your heart wouldn't go away. Anytime you were away from Tony nothing felt the same, not even Joy could create the same feeling as Tony does when he's around. Groaning into your pillow you lay there aching from this silly crush of yours. You decide to grab a chocolate joy pill from the side table and swallow it, feeling tingles up and down your spin from the new dose of joy in your systems. You forget what you were thinking about momentary, then you speculate why your heart was aching for and go back to thinking about Tony. Not even your happy pill was going to save you from this.

You began to feel tired a bit afterward, relaxing your muscles snuggling into your clean sheets. You felt yourself almost dosing off till a knock was hear from your front door. You lift your head up your pillow from the sound, laying back down thinking it was just your mind playing tricks on you til you heard yet another knock, firmer this time. Of course hearing an unexpected knock at your door this late sent you in a fit of a panic when you were just about to fall asleep. With an annoyed groan you reach over to grab your robe putting it on typing the string around yourself. You stand up and head to your front door to grab your weapon that was leaning against the wall. On your way sneaking down the stairs each step creaked, making you cringe, but you were still attentive looking around to make sure no one was in your home.

You make it to your front door to hear another gentle knock. No murderer or someone trying to break in wouldn't make themselves known... so who could it be? Maybe it was Foggy Jack trying to trick you? Your best bet was to check through the eye hole at your front door to see who it actually was. With hesitation and a tighter grip on your weapon, you take a peep in the eye hole to see... a Bobby? The ever so familiar gas mask of a regular Constable with the bright ass headlight on the helmet blinding you slightly. You hiss from the light slight blinding you for a minute, looking away momentarily to regain your eye sight. Blinking a few times, you look back in the eye hole to see that the Constable seemed to be waiting patiently by the way he crossed his arms, looking around. Where you in trouble? But how could you when you've been a regular citizen following the rules not causing any trouble? Only way to find out was to open the door and ask.

You sigh, putting down your weapon against the wall. Moving your hand to the door knob, you hesitate, but you knew the Constable would most likely kick the door down if you didn't open the door. Turning the doorknob slightly, you feel your heart pump against your chest and heard it in your ears. Breathing through your nose with a plastered smile on your features even if you were a tad fearful, you open the door fully. You could see the Constable was the same height as you, so it’s not your typical Bobby.

"Hello dear Constable." You greet him, yawning into your hand. "I never expected a Constable to be here at my door step at this hour. Is there a problem?" You ask curiously with your voice low, leaning your weight against the door.

The Constable looked at you shaking his head, tipping his hat to greet you to show he wasn't at all threating. "Not at all ma'm. If you don't mind may I come in?" The Constable asked, his voice muffled by the gas mask.

You couldn't tell if it was a Constable you knew or not due to the gas mask. Before you let him in, you ask: “Of course, but I'd like to know who I'm letting into my home this time of night."

You see he doesn't hesitate to nod, reaching behind his head to unclip the straps of the gas mask he wore. After a minute he takes it off his face to reveal himself, and you immediately recognized who the Constable was. Your face starts flushing a light red, your eyes widen in surprise.

"Allo Y/N." The handsome Constable greets you in almost a purr, a soft smile plastering his features.

Tony was... here? Right now as you speak? Why was he here? You must of been dreaming. Since you weren't wearing your mask he could obviously see your blush, but you do your best to ignore the thought of it. You felt embarrassed not recognizing him at first.

"Oh Tony what a lovely surprise get in here it's cold!" You pushed yourself to say feeling flustered, grabbing his hand to drag him inside.

Bringing him inside your home you hear his chuckle at your amusement, letting himself get dragged by you. Tony closed the door behind him, putting his gas mask onto your dresser you had beside the door. As you head to the kitchen to brew some tea for the both of you, Tony unclips his helmet placing it beside his gas mask, he sighs as he takes in a deep breathe. He felt claustrophobic in that damn gas mask of his, but it was required to wear it during night shifts after all.

You peak out from your kitchen to see him looking at the little mirror that was hanging on the wall fixing his pitch black hair. You chuckle seeing him try to fix his spiked up hair caused from his helmet. You roll your eyes at what you were seeing. He was always so picky about his hair.

"Tea will be ready in a bit if you want any." You chimed in, motioning your hand for him to come over, but he seemed too distracted he didn’t hear nor respond to you. Seeing this you roll your eyes: “Come sit down already your hair is fine silly.”

Making your way to your living room and getting comfortable on your sofa, you hear Tony mumble something you couldn't quite hear, something along the lines of an apology. By the looks of things he obliged when he followed your lead. You expected him to sit on the chair beside your sofa, yet you didn’t expect him to sit right next to you with no hesitation. You body stiffens from the sudden touch of his uniform that rubbed against your robe, and Tony didn't seem to mind being this close to you. After a long pause of silence, you figure out what to say;

"So T-Tony how's work tonight?" You ask the best you could without stuttering- "I hear downers have been more prominent in this area. Keeping safe I hope?"

Tony stretched his aching bones before answering your question, putting his hands behind his head getting himself comfortable.

"Eh, like the usual." He shrugged. "Kinda boring since there hasn't been a single downer in sight I could beat their bloody skull in, so I thought to myself I should check up on ya since I got nothing betta to do. I didn't expect you to be the type to stay up at this hour."

You turned your focus to your rug to avoid his gaze, humming and nodding in agreement. You could feel him inch himself closer to you making your body go more stiff. This wasn't like him to be close to anyone. He wasn't a “physical touch” type of guy.

"I see..." You mumble under your breathe- "I'm not usually, but tonight I am. I'm feeling a bit restless."

Tony hums. Deep down inside his concern for you grew on him. You've told him about this before, but it's been becoming more frequent. He wouldn't tell you straight to your face but the thought of you being unwell gets him feeling anxious. At the moment he felt his chest tighten up, but he of course tried to brush off the feeling.

"So why are you really here though besides having nothing to do on the job?" You chuckled, finally looking at him.

You see him hesitate, looking to the side for a momentarily, his green eyes darting toward you then elsewhere. He seemed nervous about telling you his real reason on why he wanted to see you. It’s not like this wasn’t the first time he’s visited you during his shift, but the situation of the room somehow… more tense. You schooch a bit to give him space, patiently waiting. You hear him sigh, his voice sounding like it was shaking. Tony moves his white gloves to his mask taking it off. He placed it on the small table beside him, looking toward you with a flustered smile.

Right before your eyes like a dream, you finally get to see his face without his mask. You’ve dreamt about what he’d look like, and wow did he look way more handsome then he did in your head.

It’s a well known thing after all that Constable's never take their masks off in front of rarely anybody, and this was your first time experiencing this. Feeling honoured, (and the feeling of passing out from how flustered you were), you examine his face further. He had a couple cute moles under his right eye, slightly darkened eye bags due to his line of work, slight tanlines on his face from his face mask, and a more so slimmer face then most. His full complexion was... way more then you thought I'd be. With or without a mask, he was still extremely attractive to you. Realizing this you knew in this moment that your crush wasn’t simply a thing that’d pass over, you truly loved this man for all he’s worth. Your eyes stayed glued to his as his eyes did the same. Tony wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to show you his face at first, but seeing how your didn't look away and continued to admire him, he knew he felt safe making the right choice for you to be the first person to see his face.

Tony noticed your smile widened ever so slighty, your face gentle and welcoming with a blush from your cheeks to your ears.

The way you were looking at him right now honestly made him feel flustered and nervous to tell you what he originally came here for. With you looking so cute and precious how could he tell you?

"Um..." Tony stutters, rubbing the back of his head. "I..." He stops himself, taking his time to process what he was going to tell you, but you being so cute was distracting him. He was acting like a complete utter love struck imbecile.

You not knowing his true feelings, he was very much in love with you as you were in love with him. He just hide it from you. Moving his hand to his forehead, looking down, he sighs, closing his eyes for a moment. The tension was high between the both of you, and you were still confused about what was happening.

"Tony?" You ask, almost encouraging him to tell you what’s on his mind.

You move a hand to his shoulder as a way to comfort him. If you had to be honest, seeing him like this was ever so precious in your eyes you couldn't stop smiling like the love struck fool you were. Tony feeling your gentle touch on his shoulder, his body leaned against your touch. With a pleased hum, he moved his hand from his forehead, turning his attention to you, moving himself completely against you. Tony grasped your hand from his shoulder. Gently, he moved his mouth the back of your palm toward his lips, closing his eyes in bliss. You on the other hand…. You were in complete awe.

With a precious smile, he smiles against your hand not looking away from you even once. The stuttering mess he was a second ago was replaced with a man much more confidence. Not even joy would fixture up such a natural smile, let alone confidence like this.

"Remember about the person I told you about that's been leaving me gifts at the station for the past couple weeks yeah?" Tony asked cheekily, already knowing your answer.

Your heart sunk hearing that, your nerves going into hyper drive. Did he figure out it was you? How did he figure it out you wondered. All you did was nod.

Tony felt you tense up from his question. So his colleagues theories where indeed correct as well as his. He didn't believe them at first til he started noticing a pattern when getting the said gifts. The mailman would drop off the gift at his desk before work hours around 4 AM. He'd go to work around 5 AM to see the gift neatly placed beside his desk lamp like this morning. I would be the same time right on the dot. Tony felt incredibly grateful for the gifts and the notes included giving him positive affirmations and how much the admirer loved his qualities. Sometimes the notes were poems. Even if he wasn't a literature type of man he took the time to understand what they meant truly. He was honestly flattered someone took the time out of their day to do this for him. Things began to piece together after some subtle signs from you. Examples being how you spoke and write like, why you sort of been stand offish toward him the past couple weeks. It just had to be you.

"It took me some time to figure it out, but there's no need to hide anything from me anymore love. I'm quite flattered you admire me this much." Tony mumbled against your hand. "I had a feeling it was you, but I just wanted to be sure before I brought it up..."

You almost choke on your own spit. You swore someone must have told him. He's always been dense as hell when it comes to anything related to love. You continue to not say anything though. What could you even say to all this? Your eyes avert from his feeling trapped. You had to say something. You look ridiculous just saying nothing after all.

"I- well-" Your stuttering ended when Tony leaned lower and lower to your face. You began to bite the inside of your cheek.

The heat and smell radiating from him set you off. You felt paralyzed in his gentle caresses, your eyes fluttering from his touch letting out a sigh. From your reactions alone made Tony's hardened heart soften, your stubborn wall finally breaking down within seconds of his touch. Tony moved his white-gloved hands onto the sides of your face, titling it to the side to leave a loving kiss on your cheek. He wasn't sure if he was doing this all right as he hasn't expressed any woman his feelings like this in years, but by how your hands gently grasped his suit told him you were accepting his affection.

Relishing in the feeling, Tony pulled away momentarily only to go in for another kiss, then another. Another kiss lead to another till Tony was flat out giving you butterfly kisses. You try to push him away; not because you didn't enjoy his affection, but you weren't sure how much you could take til you couldn't take it anymore.

"T-Tony-"

He stops right as you said his name, worried he went too far of expressing his feelings for you. You breath stutters. These feelings you've held onto your friend for months finally let loose. Quickly draping your arms around his thick neck, you pull his lips down to yours in a fit of cute aggression. Thinking he fucked up his chance with the wonderful woman he's slowly fallen for, the flustered Constable indeed was shocked but happy.

Tony practically melted into you. He couldn't stop smiling. This was one of the greatest relieves he finally got off his chest, but he never expected you to pull off the first move to actually kiss him on the lips, but he wasn't complaining. He loved your new found confidence. The way you kissed him told him that no words were needed for you to tell him that yes, you've been sending gifts all this time expressing your love through the gifts and notes alone.

All you could taste was the new black berry joy on his lips. It was honestly quite an addictive taste you couldn't get enough of. This just felt… right, felt right to be holding him like this, loving him like this, but unfortunately you needed to breathe. You pull away with a heavy breathe, looking at Tony for a short moment before tucking your face into his neck out of embarrassment. As Tony did some heavy breathing of his own from the ever so passionate kiss, he doesn't hesitate to hold you in his embrace, the smell of lavender hits his nose.

Finally opening his eyes, he notices something out of your living room window... two bobbies. He knew exactly who those two men were, his buddies Constable Harvey and Constable Jack basically cheering for him. Now Tony felt a bit too exposed for his own comfort, accidentally tightening his grip on you.

"Everything ok?" You ask, pushing against his chest to face him.

Tony sees his lads sending thumbs up to him before walking away. They'll probably embarrass him about this later tomorrow if they remember, but they weren’t important right now. He had you to worry about.

Tony moved a hand to your neck playing with thebits of hair. "Ah sorry love it's nothing. Did I hurt you?"

All you do is laugh, patting his chest. "If you say so." You stand up heading to the kitchen- "You could never hurt me dear. I'm not that fragile. Now get in here before the tea grows cold!'

You were already using lovely nicknames that made his heart flutter with love. What did he deserve to get attention from such a lovely lady such as you that loved him just as much as he loved you? Tony snapped out of his ever endless thoughts of love for you when you ruffle his hair. He didn't even hear you come back in.

"C'mon lover boy it's still piping hot." You wink at him grabbing his hands in yours. You see him flush nodding as he followed you to your kitchen. It smelt of sweet mint, his favourite.

Before you could grab the teapot to pour each others tea in your lovely tea cups, you feel a set of arms hugging your waist and a light kiss on the back of your neck.

"I love ya Y/N. So so much." You hear him muffle against you neck behind you, slightly rocking the both of you.

You giggle from this. This was unexpected. A stern man acting overly affectionate and soft toward someone like you. You were in absolute paradise. Maybe your actions weren't in vain.

Placing your hands ontop of his, you lean your head back against his touch. "I love ya too, Tony, you sweet thing." You admit shyly.

All you hear from Tony was a muffle groan. "We both know who's the sweet thing here darling..."

You shush him and proceed to pour your guys tea. You notice he hasn't let you go yet...

"...Tony our tea-"

"A minute love..." He cuts you off holding you tighter in his embrace.

All you do is roll your eyes as you accept his love. You never would have thought he's been waiting for this moment as much as you did. You worried for nothing over your silly crush on your now Constable boyfriend. With your new found lover you knew you'd sleep peacefully tonight, even if he had to head back out for his work shift soon.