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satellite-evans · 5 months ago

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Could you do Benedict Bridgerton with wife reader? She was pregnant and Bridgerton went to a ball. There's a man who makes a move on her and Ben is jealous. Then he saw that the man started to get all touched with his wife and she was clearly uncomfortable. Ben was her knight in shining armor and warned that man 😍 Do it how you want. Thanks !! :))

Handsome Hero

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x reader

Summary: Benedict's protective instincts flared when an unwanted admirer made his pregnant wife uncomfortable.

Word count: 847

Warnings: Fluff, asshole lord who does not know about boundaries

A/N:

Hi nonnie, I want to thank you for your request and for trusting me with writing your idea! I hope you'll like it xx

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, recommendations, vents or questions are always welcome. I love talking to you guys about anything <3

Happy reading xxx

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The grand ballroom of Bridgerton House was abuzz with laughter and lively conversation. The annual summer ball was in full swing, and the air was thick with the sweet fragrance of blooming roses intertwined with the rich aroma of fine wines and exquisite dishes. The grand chandelier sparkled above, casting a warm golden glow over the elegantly dressed guests. Women in vibrant gowns and men in crisp suits twirled around the dance floor, their movements synchronized to the lively music of the orchestra.

Benedict stood near the refreshment table, a glass of champagne in his hand. His eyes frequently drifted towards his beloved wife, who was standing across the room. You were the epitome of grace, your hand resting gently on your slightly rounded belly, a soft smile gracing your lips as you chatted with Lady Danbury. Your gown, a soft pastel color, accentuated your natural glow, and the delicate lace trim fluttered with each subtle movement.

His heart swelled with love and pride. How radiant you looked tonight, he thought, the very picture of maternal beauty. Your laughter was a melodic counterpoint to the music, a sound that never failed to bring a smile to his face. But even as he basked in his admiration, a shadow of concern crossed his mind. He had noticed a certain gentleman, Lord Prescott, paying you undue attention throughout the evening. Prescott was notorious for his flirtatious behavior, and Benedict’s protective instincts were on high alert.

You were in the middle of a conversation with Lady Danbury, her witty remarks keeping you entertained, when you felt Prescott’s presence. His voice interrupted your chat, smooth yet unsettling.

“Good evening, Lady Bridgerton,” he drawled, his eyes glinting with an all-too-familiar mischief. “You’re looking particularly radiant tonight.”

You offered a polite but distant smile. “Thank you, Lord Prescott. I trust you are enjoying the ball?”

“Oh, immensely,” he replied, his gaze lingering on you a moment longer than necessary. He inched closer, his presence imposing. “But I must say, the evening has just improved considerably.”

Lady Danbury’s sharp eyes flicked between you and Prescott, her brow furrowing slightly. She gave you a subtle nod, recognizing your discomfort and excusing herself with a promise to catch up later.

You tried to steer the conversation towards safer topics, but Prescott was relentless. He leaned in, his hand brushing against your arm. The touch sent a shiver of unease down your spine. You stepped back, but he closed the distance, his fingers trailing down your arm lingering a moment too long.

“So, tell me,” he continued, ignoring your clear discomfort. “How are you finding the evening in your...delicate condition?” His eyes darted to your belly, a lecherous smile playing on his lips.

You stiffened, trying to maintain your composure. “Quite enjoyable, thank you,” you replied curtly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I should rejoin my husband.”

But Prescott was undeterred. “Surely he won’t mind if I steal a moment of your time,” he said, his hand drifting dangerously close to your waist. “It’s not often one gets to converse with such a captivating lady.”

Benedict’s heart lurched as he saw the discomfort flash across your face. His protective instincts roared to the surface. Setting his glass down with a decisive clink, he strode across the ballroom, weaving through the throng of guests with purposeful steps.

He arrived just as Prescott leaned in, his hand now resting on your waist. “Prescott,” Benedict’s voice cut through the air, sharp and cold as steel. The man turned, surprise and a hint of fear flickering in his eyes. “I believe my wife has had enough of your company.”

Prescott straightened, a smirk playing on his lips. “Bridgerton, always the gallant knight. We were merely conversing.”

Benedict’s eyes narrowed, his protective instincts roaring to the surface. "From where I stand, it appears you were overstepping the bounds of decency. My wife is clearly uncomfortable."

Prescott’s smirk faltered under Benedict’s intense gaze. “I suggest you find your entertainment elsewhere,” Benedict continued, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Before I forget my manners.”

Prescott paled slightly, mumbling an apology before slinking away into the crowd.

Benedict turned to you, his expression softening instantly. He gently cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing your cheeks. “Are you alright, my love?” he asked, his voice a tender whisper.

You nodded, leaning into his touch. “I am now. Thank you, Benedict.”

He pulled you into a gentle embrace, careful of your growing belly. “I will always protect you,” he murmured into your hair. “You and our child.”

You smiled, wrapping your arms around him. “I know. You’re my knight in shining armor. My very handsome hero.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his heart full. “And you are my everything.”

As the music swelled and the dance floor filled once more, Benedict led you to the edge of the room, finding a quiet corner where you could rest and enjoy the rest of the evening in peace. His hand never left yours, a constant reminder of his unwavering love and protection.

#benedict bridgerton #benedict x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x fem!reader #benedict bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton family #benedict bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton x you #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton

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apuckishwit · 2 years ago

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Making Room

Steve never gets into DnD.

Not even after Eddie convinces him to join a one-shot over one Christmas when the kids are all back from college and jobs and far-flung adventures. He's not a jerk about it or anything. He sits and makes a character with his boyfriend and he does his best with the role-playing and he only asks Dustin for help with the dice seven or eight times (and everyone had promised to give him an even dozen before they gave him shit about it, so it was fine). It's fine. He's not mad that he spent the time doing it with Eddie and the kids (some of them taller than him now, in spitting distance of college degrees and first apartments and jobs and spouses and lives, but they'll always be kids to him).

But afterwards he kisses Eddie and says it really and truly isn't for him, sorry babe.

And that's okay.

When he and Robin are scavenging through yet another thrift store for furniture and dishes and lamps for the apartment she and Nancy are getting in Indianapolis (he's so sad that her room in the little house he shares with Eddie is going back to being a guest room, but he's so damn happy that she and Nance have stopped dancing around each other...and they're only moving about half an hour away, he'll still see her all the time), and he spots an impractically long desk/table, onviously custom-built, with an absurd number of drawers and compartments built into it, he buys it immediately. He wrestles it into Eddie's van that they borrowed for the day, and smiles apologetically when Robin has to hold like three boxes on her lap. He gets it into their dining room while Eddie's at work, graciously gifting their own table to Robin and Nancy, and it's worth all the hassle (and the fact that one end of the table pokes about a foot into the living room space) when Eddie comes home to something big enough for even his most complicated campaign maps and with plenty of storage for all his dice and miniatures and source books.

And sturdy enough for Eddie's most...enthusiastic...thanks, they find out that night.

Steve never gets into DnD.

But every time Hellfire (whatever incarnation of Hellfire it is, be it the Hawkins crew or some of the guys from the little record shop Eddie works at in town, or some combination) meets up for a game, they get used to Eddie yelling, "Stevie! Evens or odds?" everytime a situation calls for a luck die. They learn that complimenting the snacks Steve sets out will sometimes get them advantage on a roll. They watch Eddie snag Steve's wrist as he passes in or out of the dining room and get him to roll a D20 for various and random reasons. Steve always obliges, before drifting back to the couch with a beer or a slice of pizza and whatever basketball or baseball game is on.

Steve never gets into DnD.

But sometimes Eddie spreads newspapers over the Campaign Table (TM) and sets pots of paint and rows of miniatures out, and he and Steve sit together for a few hours, Steve slapping on the basecoats with a single pot of white, gray, or black and Eddie going to town on the details while they chat about their day, playing footsie under the table or stealing kisses while they wait for something to dry.

"Babe! I need a name for the friendly barkeep who knows more than he seems!"

"Carl."

"He's a half-orc!"

"Those are the big green guys, right?"

"Yeah!"

"Hmmm. Big Carl."

"Perfect!"

Steve never gets into DnD. But he loves Eddie, and he loves how into DnD Eddie is. So he makes room in his life for this thing that Eddie loves.

***

Eddie never gets into sports.

Like, objectively he understands that some people enjoy running around getting all sweaty, trying to keep some kind of ball away from other people and make it go into some kind of receptacle. And he certainly appreciates the view of some of those people in tight little shorts.

Particularly Steve.

Like honestly? If it wouldn't get him labeled a total creep (and they weren't so careful about giving anyone a reason to question the assumption that they're just two young friends living together to save money until they find respectable women to marry)...he'd park his van out by the little middle school where Steve teaches gym and coaches basketball and baseball every day during his lunch break, just to watch his boyfriend run the mile with his students in those shorts that hug the muscles of his thighs just right.

But he doesn't like sports apart from the strictly prurient interest he has in watching Steve wear sports-appropriate clothes.

He tries. He wants to know just what it is that keeps Steve glued to the TV when his favorite teams are playing, wants to understand why Steve yells and groans and jumps up with wild cheers, spilling popcorn all over the living room floor. He just...doesn't get it. Steve tries to explain March Madness to him one year and it makes no more sense than when Wayne tried to when Eddie was a kid. Eventually he just shrugs, kisses Steve's nose, and goes back to petting through his boyfriend's hair with a, sorry, baby, it's not for me.

And that's okay.

He gets up early the week Steve is overseeing baseball tryouts, to make sure his boyfriend has a travel mug of coffee fixed just the way he likes it, and a good breakfast waiting for him when he gets out of the shower. Steve is unquestionably the cook in their relationship, but Young Eddie ate a lot of breakfast for dinner over the years and Adult Eddie makes damn good pancakes, omelettes, and French toast.

Eddie never gets into sports.

But he gets Lucas to break down exactly what kind of notes and stats Steve will be keeping track of and draws up a template "character sheet" for baseball players, spending an hour at the local library laboriously making copies with their cantankerous mimeograph machine.

He sure as shit never gets up at the crack of dawn to go running around the neighborhood the way Steve does...but on days when it starts raining or snowing halfway through Steve's run, he'll drag himself out of bed and throw some towels in the dryer, so they're nice and warm when Steve comes back inside.

Eddie never gets into sports.

But he takes every overtime shift he can for a month, so he can take Steve to Chicago for his twenty-fifth birthday to see the Bulls play. The seats aren't great or anything, and it's noisy as fuck, crowded as fuck, and he has no idea why his boyfriend is losing his mind every time that Jordan guy so much as touches the ball...but Steve's eyes are sparkling, the color is high in his cheeks, and when they get back to their hotel that night, they've barely closed the door before Steve is shoving him against it, devouring his mouth.

"Hey Eds, Ohio State or Georgia Tech?"

"For what?"

"I'm doing my brackets for the pool I've got with Hopper and Lucas!"

"Um, whoever's in red!"

"Ohio State it is, thanks babe!"

Eddie never gets into sports. But that's okay. He loves Steve, and he loves how happy Steve is when he's playing, or coaching, or running (God help him, he fell in love with someone who gets up at six am to run. Without anything chasing him.) So he makes room in his life for this thing that Steve loves.

Because certainly, love grows in shared passions and matching interests. But it also flourishes in the carefully tended space you make just for the things that make your person happy...even if it's just not for you.

#steddie #stranger things #stranger things fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #my wriitng #I dunno i was just feeling soft

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nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos · 5 months ago

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BIG OL HECKIN EDIT:

I am a dum dum who forgot how to spell @sassenach-on-the-rocks amid my existential terror and dread of the deleted-draft incident mentioned below, and then did a Dum Dum no Double-Down by forgetting to update until now. This headcanon is their brainchild and they deserve all the credit for it.

You may now continue with your previously intended brainrot viewing.

I'm VERY INCREDIBLY MIFFED, MY GUYS.

I had this entire post finished and almost completely formatted and saved it as a draft to finish formatting it on my computer

And it DIDN'T SAVE. And I nearly SCREEEEEMED.

It was for an ask request and I also can't seem to tag the person that sent the ask.

I am A N G E R Y

But after several deep breaths and reminding myself that violence is not the answer, here we are.

At any rate. The ask request was for headcanons involving One Piece boyos taking reader to a Masquerade ball.

To the asker, should you still be around to see it, I really really loved this and thank you so, so much for it ❤️❤️ I really enjoyed finding masks to match their aesthetics.

Only deviation I made was Zoro; you meet him there rather than going with him. It just felt right that way for some reason.

And awaaaaaaaay we go~

The Masquerade

Sanji, Zoro, Shanks, Mihawk, Buggy x Reader

SFW Headcanons

This was really so fun and cute and I thank Asker so so much for this.

♫♬Little By Little — The Fratellis♬♫

You wear your mask, I'll wear mine, they don't come cheap but they fit just fine

You can be her and I can be him, and we can both sink while the rest all swim

Sanji

He heard about it when you made port, and there's no way he's not taking you.

He's been looking for an opportunity to take you on the perfect first date, and this is it.

Perfect opportunity for the two of you to get away from the crew for and have a little alone time.

A little dancing, a little wine, a little champagne—it's perfect.

Makes sure not to tell anyone else, if Luffy hears there's free food he'll insist on going and the whole thing will no doubt end in chaos.

He doesn't even tell you—all he tells you, after presenting you with a brand new dress and jewelry (which most likely cost him every last berry in his wallet), is that he would like to take you out for the evening.

And how could you turn him down?

"Come on, love. I promise it will be the best evening you've ever had."

The effort he's already put in, those puppy-dog eyes....

You spend the evening dancing, talking, enjoying the free food, every ounce of his attention on you the entire time as he ensures that you feel like a princess.

Making sure that everyone has their eyes on the pair of you on the dance floor, that they know you're there with him.

Somehow ending up chit-chatting with the catering staff toward the end of the night and being invited to their far less formal after-party.

Stumbling back to the Merry hours later together, half-drunk and giggling and positive that it's the best night you've ever had.

Zoro

"What the hell...?"

He got lost and wandered in.

No idea what's going on, why are all these people wearing masks and dancing?? What exactly is going on this is weird as—

Oh hey there's an open bar, cool.

You recognize him from his bounty poster fairly quickly. There are a lot of marines here, and he really isn’t causing any problems, but he's getting a lot of strange looks...so you decide to do the guy a favor and shove a mask in his hands.

He looks at you like you're speaking another language as you explain where he is and convince him to just put on the damned mask already.

"A ball? I thought this was some kind of weird cult or something."

You just stare at him in disbelief—he thought it was a cult and he's just standing around enjoying the free drinks.

What.

You brush it off and tell him if he wants to fit in, then dancing is probably a good idea.

He's frowning at you again.

"Yeah, I don't really...do that."

You roll your eyes—there are still people eyeing him suspiciously, you have to do something, so when he finishes his next drink you just grab him by the wrist and drag him out to the dance floor.

Cue impromptu ballroom dancing lessons. He keeps stepping on your feet and mumbling apologies, but it's kind of cute how hard he's trying.

You really can't help but giggle at his explanation that he just got lost and wandered in here.

But you're glad he did—you doubt you would have had nearly as much fun otherwise.

Shanks

Heard about the whole shin-dig while in port.

"Hey that sounds like fun, we should crash it."

You try to be stern, but he pulls out the puppy dog eyes.

"Oh come on please?"

God dammit....

And maybe an hour later you're both making masks.

There's glitter and glue and feathers all over the captain's cabin and you're already dreading cleaning it up.

His has a giant gaudy pirate hat. Because of course it has a giant gaudy pirate hat. He's so proud of it, grinning like a little kid in an arts and crafts class when he holds it up to show you, that you can't even bring yourself to admonish him for it.

And of course the whole thing is invitation-only, and of course he manages to sweet-talk his way in anyway.

Just having such a good time, really doesn't care if anyone recognizes him.

Really doesn't care, just drinking and making small talk and joking with several lower-ranking Marines in attendance who are clearly very nervous.

Within an hour, while you're in the middle of dancing and deciding that maybe this wasn't *such* a bad idea, an announcement is made for everyone to leave immediately.

Judging by the sheer number of Marines outside there's no doubt as to why.

He just gives you a guilty grin before picking you up over his shoulder and bolting back to the ship.

Mihawk

Actually received an invitation, just rolled his eyes and tossed it in the trash.

You dig it out and pout about it until he rolls his eyes and gives in.

"Fine. No more than an hour."

At lease there will be free wine.

Unsurprisingly spends a great deal of time standing in a corner and sipping said wine while staring around haughtily at the other partygoers.

Would much rather be drinking wine back in his secluded castle and not having to deal with other humans.

Spends the vast majority of the evening standing in a corner and nursing a glass of wine while glaring around haughtily at the other guests, daring them to even think of attempting to make small-talk with him.

Doesn't move from his designated corner until he sees other guests daring to flirt with you, at which point he promptly saunters over to pull you to the dance floor and ensure everyone is well aware that you're there with him.

Lightens up a little after that (which may or may not have something to do with the several glasses of wine he's already consumed), but absolutely will not admit that it actually turned out to be a rather nice evening.

He will, however, hold this over your head and remind you that you owe him.

But you know the truth, considering he's a little more willing to attend such events with you after this.

Buggy

Oh what now? An excuse to be absolutely flamboyant and unhinged in public?

You're going. Period. There will no arguments.

He's already got a collection of masks and costumes anyway, this is going to be a blast.

You lose track of him shortly after you get there. You're pretty sure that the explosion that went off toward the back corner of the dance floor had something to do with him.

He finds you while you're sipping a glass of champagne in downright annoyance and proudly informs you that he's made bank going through pockets at the coat check while everyone was distracted by his little diversion.

"Ah, don't worry, babe, they won't notice. They're too busy schmoozing and kissing ass."

Standing around making small-talk with other guests in the most ridiculous put-on aristocratic accent he can possibly muster, introducing you variably as some foreign dignitary or princess from a far off land.

Literally can't take this idiot anywhere.

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yanderecookierunkingdom · 10 months ago

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What about pre-corruption Shadow Milk being a masquerade event and he meets the s/o, and they both dance together because s/o is charmed by Shadow Milk!!

"I want to go hooome.." Shadow Milk Cookie whined softly, messing with the mask on his face. "This mask is so itchy!"

"Stop whining!" Eternal Sugar Cookie gently hit his shoulder. Her eyes behind her mask were narrowed. "Silver Faeire Cookie was very kind to invite us to this ball."

"But they won't even beeeeeeee here." Shadow Milk Cookie pouted. "They have Elder Faeire Cookie stand in for them all the time."

"Just find someone to dance with," his friend patted his back with one of her wings. "Maybe you'll find someone!" With a playful wink, she was off to go and dance.

The jester grumbled softly as he weaved his way through the Faeire Cookies and common Cookies. It was well known that Silver Faeire Cookie, the first of the Faeire Cookies, tended to hold these balls often. But they never showed.

"Enjoying the ball, Shadow Milk Cookie?" A voice behind him asked.

He turned around to look and.. was stunned, his mouth going slightly agape. Behind him stood a Faerie Cookie that bowed to him, smiling gently. Their wings were a beautiful shade of silver. Every part of them was grey or silver in some way, but it matched them.

"I- Uh- Yes!" He nodded, trying to regain his composure. "Are you?"

"I don't actually come to these often.." the Faerie Cookie lamented softly. "I always get too busy. Guess that's why I can't find someone to dance with."

"You can dance with me!" Shadow Milk Cookie saw his chance, and by the Witches he was going to take it.

The Cookie seemed surprised. "Are you sure? I don't want to impose."

"I'm sure." His smile was warm. He held out his hand. "May I?"

They looked at his hand before placing theirs atop it, smiling back. "Of course."

With that, Shadow Milk Cookie took their hand, and the two began to dance and weave through the others. It was as if the pair was in sync, smiling and chatting away.

It made the Primordial's heart pound, and his face was surely burning from the blush.

When the ball was coming to its end, he was reluctant.

"Might I know your name?" He asked. "So I can visit?"

They smiled at him. "I think, instead, I'll send you a personal invitation for my birthday ball."

With that, the Cookie blew him a kiss and walked away. His brows furrowed before-

"OH MY WITCHES!" He turned and sprinted out of the kingdom after his friends who had already left. "GUYS! I DANCED WITH SILVER FAEIRE COOKIE!!"

#crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #shadow milk cookie x reader #cosmos constellations

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candycandy00 · 7 months ago

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This is my first time really interacting on here, but I really love you work so I just had to request something.💜💜

Character: Nanami

AU Setting: Masquerade ball

Spice Level: NSFW

Mood: Your choice

Kinks: Degradation and size difference

The Stranger at the Bar - A Nanami x Reader Fanfic

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Non Curse AU. Degradation. Dirty talk. Size difference.

Part of CandyCandy’s 2k Followers Event! Any feedback at all is adored! Dividers by @benkeibear.

The stranger at the open bar is looking at you again. He’s totally your type, with his slicked back blonde hair and impeccably tailored black suit. He’s tall, muscular but not too bulky, and he stands there holding a drink in his large hand as his eyes slide over to you again. He’s wearing a black silk mask that covers the top half of his face, the sort most of the men are wearing at this swanky masquerade ball for bored rich assholes.

You’re just here for the free drinks and food. Your uncle’s tech start up recently hit it big, so he got an invite to this party two weeks ago. “New Money”, they probably called him. But of course his perpetually single ass didn’t have a date, so he invited you to be his plus one. He even bought you a fancy cocktail dress, in shimmery fuchsia with a low neckline and high split up to the hip. You topped it off with a matching lace mask.

When the two of you walked in, your uncle patted your back and jokingly told you to “go nab yourself a rich guy”. You smiled and grabbed a glass of champagne from a tray being carried by a server.

That was over an hour ago, and you’ve barely seen your uncle since then. You spotted him a couple of times, chatting with other tech business bigwigs, but otherwise you’ve been on your own. You don’t mind. The food is fabulous and the drinks are plentiful.

Then there’s the handsome stranger who keeps looking your way. You can see his eyes through the holes in his mask, can watch them travel up and down your body as you move across the room. There’s a dance floor where some of the early 20’s folks are dancing, so you head over and put on a little show. You may not be used to fancy places like this, but you go to clubs with your friends every weekend, so you know how to shake your ass to some music.

It worked. The stranger’s full attention is on you, his eyes practically glued to your every move. You wish he would just come over and dance with you, but you suppose he’s too mature for that. He gives off a totally different vibe from the young guys who hang around you at the club.

Feeling emboldened by his hungry gaze, you work your way over to the bar and stand a few feet away from him, tantalizingly close yet just out of reach. You fan yourself as if you’re hot after dancing, hoping your perfume drifts over to him.

Within seconds, he moves closer to you, leaning back against the bar casually as he asks, “Who did you come with?”

Are you that obviously out of place? You smile at him. “Who says someone didn’t come with me?” you say teasingly, sipping your fruity drink.

“Just a hunch,” he replies, glancing at you sideways.

You point to your uncle across the room. He’s laughing a little too loudly, being just a tad too clingy to the bear-like man standing next to him. You hope they’re hitting it off. “My uncle didn’t have a date, so I tagged along.”

The stranger smiles faintly. Was that his way of finding out if you’re single? His eyes roam blatantly up and down you again. You hope he’s enjoying the closer look. You certainly are. He’s tall enough to tower over you, and his warm, honey-colored eyes draw you in. He’s the kind of man you want on top of you at the nearest opportunity.

“Are you enjoying the party?” he asks, moving even closer to you. He smells expensive.

“The drinks and the food? Yeah. Not sure about the people yet,” you say with a grin.

“Oh? This isn’t your usual crowd?”

You turn your whole body to face him. “Not really. I don’t usually hang around snobby rich jerks. But maybe a few of them are alright.” You say the last part playfully, looking him up and down the way he did you.

His eyes flick down to your chest, as if tracing the dipping neckline, then return to your face. “Perhaps we could talk in one of the private rooms, and you can find out if I’m ‘alright’.”

You feel your heartbeat getting faster as your excitement builds, but you maintain your breezy attitude. “Private rooms? Are we allowed to go in those? The owner of this house might not like that.”

The person throwing this lavish party is also the owner of this ridiculously huge mansion. Your uncle mentioned their name but it didn’t seem important at the time.

The stranger smiles again. “I’m sure he won’t mind.”

He holds out his hand, and you take it, trying to keep your breathing steady as he escorts you through the room. He keeps pace with you, probably walking more slowly than he’d prefer, and moves in such a way that it seems like he’s clearing the path for you. Such a gentleman! You really hope he’ll be fucking you like a whore soon.

As the two of you step into a hallway, you notice the marble floors and the walls lined with paintings. “Look at this,” you say. “Who actually needs all this? It’s obnoxious.”

The stranger chuckles. “You really think so?”

You stop to look at a Chinese vase. It probably cost more than your apartment and your car combined. “All this stuff is beautiful, but I heard the owner lives here alone. He has to get lonely in this giant house, right?”

The stranger regards you for a moment, then says, “He probably does. Maybe he even throws these parties just to have some company.”

You think about his answer. “If that’s the case, I feel bad for him.”

The stranger says no more on the topic, instead leading you into what appears to be some sort of dressing room with an enormous walk-in closet. It’s exactly the kind of room you imagine a stupidly rich guy would get dressed in. There are multiple full length mirrors, high quality lighting, and a display case showing off dozens of expensive looking watches.

You turn to look at the stranger as he closes the door behind him. He holds out his large yet elegant hand to you again, and when you take it, he suddenly pulls you close, right up against his body. Oh god, he’s so firm and strong! He leans his face down and kisses your lips, both of you still wearing your masquerade masks. His hands slide across your back, one of them moving down to squeeze your ass.

He pulls away and looks at you, his dark eyes peering into yours. “What would you like me to do?” he asks, his voice low.

You lean in closer to him, pressing yourself to his warm, sturdy form, and whisper, “I want you to wreck me.”

He puts both hands on your shoulders and, not too hard but not too gently, pushes you down to your knees in front of him. He unbuttons his sleek black pants as he says, “Let’s put that annoying little mouth to good use.”

Oh fuck. How does he know exactly what you’re into? Maybe you give off a vibe. You watch with anticipation, licking your lips, as he pulls out his beautiful, massive cock. Is everything about this man as sexy as possible? From the color to the shape to the thick, delectable meatiness, his cock is gorgeous.

You don’t waste any time. You lean forward and run your tongue over it, spreading your saliva around, before wrapping your lips around it. You take him so deep, it feels like he’s halfway down your throat, and you love the fact that there’s going to be a hot pink lipstick stain around the base of his cock.

His hand is in your hair, grip firm but not harsh. “You’re practically swallowing me,” he says. “You must’ve been hungry for cock all night. Is that why you put on that lewd little show for me on the dance floor? So you could end up on your knees for me?”

You look up at his face, your mouth still stuffed full, and mumble a whiny “mmhmm” around his cock. You can see his eyes widen slightly behind the mask, feel his fingers flexing within your strands. You move your head back and forth, fucking him with your throat, fighting back gags, your tongue swirling around him the whole time.

And when he reaches his limit, he pulls your head back and says, “Open wide.”

You’re happy to obey, sticking your tongue halfway out of your mouth to give him a proper place to aim. When his warm cum hits your tongue and lips, you slowly swirl it around your mouth, giving him time to see it pooled inside before swallowing it.

He loosens his tie and then lowers himself to his knees in front of you before unbuttoning his shirt, leaving both it and his jacket on but open. You can see his toned torso, can feel how damp your panties have become. He slides the straps of your dress down, revealing your breasts, and then leans down to take one hard nipple into his mouth. You moan as you dig your fingers into the fabric of his jacket.

The stranger eases you onto your back on the floor, then pushes your shimmering dress up to your waist. It’s the most expensive dress you’ve ever worn, and right now you don’t give a shit it gets dirty. He slides down your lace panties and opens your legs, looking down at your wetness with a somewhat self satisfied smile.

“So wet for me,” he says as his fingers probe your depths. “Such a little slut, getting soaked for a man who’s face you haven’t even seen.”

Ahhh, fuck, his voice turns you on so much! His fingers rubbing circles into your clit are driving you wild. You want him, no you need him inside you!

“Please,” you whine, tugging him closer.

He withdraws his hand and lifts your hips off the floor, pulling your lower half into his lap, his thick cock resting against your needy pussy. “Do you want my cock?”

“Yes, please!” you cry, wiggling in his lap, desperate for some friction.

He has mercy on you, positioning himself at your entrance and then plunging inside. You gasp in pleasure, arching your back as he begins thrusting into you.

“So tight,” he groans, gripping your thighs. “You’re clenching me so hard… so desperate… Fuck, you’re the cheapest whore I’ve ever had! You probably would’ve paid me for this cock!”

“Ahhh! Yes, I’m a whore for you! Please fuck me harder!” you scream, feeling your climax approach as he repeatedly hits your g-spot. When he slams into you one more time, you feel the pleasure wash over you as you cum, moaning and trembling.

He gives a few more pumps, then completely buries himself inside you as he cums, filling you up so well.

You both pant as he pulls out and stands up, buttoning his clothes. He then extends his hand to you again and helps you to your feet. While you straighten your dress and pull your straps back up, he looks at you somewhat sheepishly and says, “I hope I didn’t go too far with my words.”

You blink in surprise, then laugh. “Oh, don’t worry about it! I was into it.”

He smiles. “I thought so. I’m glad.”

You open your mouth to respond, but there’s a sudden knock on the door. The stranger walks over and opens it. A man in a server’s uniform is standing in the doorway, looking frazzled.

“There you are, sir! We’ve been looking all over for you!” the server says breathlessly.

“Oh? And what do you need?”

“We’ve run out of champagne! Your guests are getting irritated!”

The stranger pats the server’s back. “Send Ryusuke to buy more immediately. Everything will be fine, I’ll go talk to the guests.”

The server seems to relax. “Thanks, Nanami-san.”

You watch the scene, trying to keep your jaw from dropping. Now you remember the name of the host, the man who owns this huge mansion that you’ve been shit talking all night.

Nanami turns to look at you over his shoulder, a sly grin on his face. “Will you be accompanying me back to the ballroom?”

You smile back at him. “Of course. I might get lost in this stupidly huge house otherwise.”

He takes your hand. “Perhaps if you started visiting on a regular basis, you could learn your way around.”

You walk out the door with him. “That would probably work, Nanami-san.”

#nanami x reader #nanami #nanami smut #kento nanami #nanami x you #jjk x reader #jjk smut #x reader #candys2kevent

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lovedrruunk · 8 months ago

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It would be so cool if you could write a venture x reader where Y/N is too nervous to speak to Venture so Mercy wingmans for them‼️

‘The best wingwoman ! ଘ(˵╹ᴗ╹)━☆

Venture (Overwatch) x GN reader

Authors note!; super cute request!!! Did I tell u guys I'm a mercy main…. DISGUSTING I KNOW!! But I also main Ana so it cancels out… also tbh there’s a lot of requests that I haven’t gotten to *YET* simply bc idk how to go about them :( but this one came to me rlly easily !! Ty!!! also finished this whole thing while listening to phantom of the opera on repeat for 2 hours (i need 2 write a moira fic omg...) UPDATE: HELLO??? THE MERCY MYTHIC? okok ill stfu now sry!!

Earlier today, you were dragged to a work party by your colleague and guardian angel, Angela Ziegler. You begged her to let you stay home, but she refused, saying she wouldn't be able to go without you since you were the only coworker she actually enjoyed spending time with. And so, being the amazing friend you are, of course, you agreed to go to keep her company!... Just kidding!

Angela knew you too well. Once she mentioned that the cutie from the Wayfinder Society was attending, you did a complete 180, now asking her what you should wear. She couldn't help but laugh at your reaction, amused at how predictable you were when it came to romance.

Sloane Cameron, also known as Venture, also known as the cutie from the Wayfinder Society, had quickly captured your attention ever since you first met them a couple of months ago when the Wayfinder Society was adopted by Overwatch as a sub-branch. Being the head anthropologist for Overwatch led you to spending a good amount of time with Venture and their team. Granted, it was just work and sharing data and all that, but you couldn't help but find them super intriguing. They were funny, lively, and so passionate about their work! But as badly as you wanted to get to know them, you just couldn't. Their confidence was a blessing and a curse, being the cause of why you liked them and the cause of why you were so terrified of talking to them.

Every week or so, you and Angela meet up at the cafeteria at Overwatch's headquarters to catch up while drinking your morning coffee/tea/whatever, which you of course just use as time to gush about your overwhelming crush on your new coworker. But last week... last week, you had decided enough was enough. You made a promise to Angela that by next week, you would at least ask them if they'd want to hang out outside of work. Feeling pumped and confident, you had excitedly gotten all dolled up for the party.

And now, here you were. The party was in an old Victorian mansion with lots of expensive art and chandeliers, nothing less for Overwatch, of course. The first time you had attended a work party, you were extremely underdressed, assuming it was a casual get-together, not at all expecting it to be an elegant and serious "ball" like party. You cringed at the memory before Angela snapped you out of it, handing you a glass of champagne.

"So? Is today the day?" she questions as she leans against the back wall you had been standing next to.

"I don't know, Angela..." you whined as you not so discreetly stared at them from across the room.

It was the first time you had seen them in formal attire, and you couldn’t help but admire how they looked good in everything.

"Go ask them to dance!" She suggested happily.

"What!? No way! I can't dance, especially not with them!"

“Oh, don't give me that! The worst they could say is no."

"'No' is definitely not the worst they could say. They could say 'get away from me' or 'why are you talking to me about something other than rocks' or 'your foundation doesn't match your neck.. and no I would rather drop dead than dance with you'."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm serious!- Wait!! Did you see that? They smiled at the new rookie! What if they like her!? What if they came here together!? What if they're dating!? Married!!? Oh my god, and now they're chatting it up with Tiff from communications! They're laughing, what's so funny!?"

"You have got to be kidding me..."

"Right!? She's not even funnier than me..."

Catching you off guard, Angela grips your shoulders, forcing you to face her.

"Shut up," she says sternly, fighting off the urge to smack you in the face. "Just ask them. You'll never know until you do... And if you don't, I owe that infuriating geneticist twenty bucks..." She murmurs the last part to herself angrily.

"Y'know what? You're right!"

You quickly finish the glass of champagne, putting it on the table next to you. Feeling encouraged by your friend, you take a deep breath before marching towards Venture... right before turning your heel and marching straight back to Angela.

"I feel like I'm gonna throw up..."

"You haven't even said anything!!!"

After a bit of back and forth, Angela is fed up and tells you that if you weren't going to do anything about it, then she will.

As she makes her way towards Venture, you whisper yell at her, begging her to come back and let you give it another try. But knowing you, she decides to ignore your desperate pleas as she continues to happily strut towards them.

From the distance, you can't make out what they're talking about, and it's driving you nuts. Angela's back is facing you, but Venture's face lights up, so you decide to take that as a good sign. And just as you start to smile... Angela turns around and points at you.

You freeze in place for what felt like a year before your eyes focus again. Venture is grinning as they wave to you, and Angela uses her hand to call you over. You force a wide smile (not aware of how crazy you look) as you timidly walk up to the two of them.

"Y/N! I was just mentioning to our sweet Cameron over here how you love to dance! They've never been to a party like this, isn't that crazy!"

"Yeah!! Wayfinder never had the funding by itself to afford something like this! I've never really had a reason to learn how to dance, so I have no clue; was hoping you could teach me!?"

"Me? Oh, sorry! I don't know how to dance!"

"But... Dr. Ziegler just said.."

"I know! Poor little Angie... ever since her last birthday, her memory has been terrible!! Must've confused me with Lena!"

You could feel the death glare Angela was giving you, but you continued to smile innocently at them.

"Well... I guess this would be a good opportunity for us to learn, don't ‘cha think?" Of course. Of course, they would somehow find a solution to your excuse.

"Great idea!!" Angela claps her hands together happily. "Why don't you two head to the dance floor? You'll only learn from experience!"

"I agree!"

Before you can say anything, you're dragged by the hand of a very excited Venture, and although your palms are sweaty and your head is spinning, you can't help but feel so much excitement.

. . .

And so as the dancefloor clears and the two of you are making your way out to the gardens, you spot a grinning Angela and a scowling Moira putting away her wallet.

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deans-queen · 1 month ago

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𝐂𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

Pairing: Dean x F!Reader (Y/N)

Summary: Reader meets Dean at Roadhouse and challenges him to a game of pool, with an interesting bet.

Warnings: sexual themes/tension (it gets a bit smutty but thats no surprise from me at this point 😜) , language, alcohol use.

Pre AN: this fills the Pool/Billiards square for my @jacklesversebingo card!

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

It’s Saturday night at the Roadhouse. The air is buzzing with chatter, the clinking of glasses, music playing from the jukebox, and the occasional crack of pool balls. I used to play a lot when I was a kid and I loved it, but it's been forever since I last picked up a cue.

I walk toward the bar and take a seat on the wooden stool. Ellen – the owner of the place – turns around and greets me with a smile.

“Hey sweetie, what will it be?” she asks me as she grabs a glass.

“Oh, hey Ellen! Just the usual – whisky on the rocks.”

“You got it,” she says with a wink.

As Ellen gets my drink, I glance around the bar. People fill the booths and tables, chatting with each other. A few are out on the dance floor, swaying to the music, while others are casually playing pool. My eyes drift to one of the pool tables, and that's when I notice him. Tall, muscular but not overly so, with brown hair, and wearing a worn brown leather jacket. He’s talking to someone, a much taller guy with longer hair. I can’t help but wonder who they are – especially the one in the leather jacket.

Ellen serves me my drink, and I can't help but ask, “Hey Ellen, who are they?” I nod towards them, while casually taking a sip.

She looks up and sees who I am talking about.

“Oh, those two?” She asks, while nodding towards them. “They’re family friends of mine, Sam and Dean Winchester.

“And what’s up with them?” I ask casually.

Ellen hands me my drink, and as I take a sip, the smooth burn of the whisky goes down my throat. I can’t help but let my gaze wander back to the two men by the pool table, especially the one in the leather jacket. There’s something about him — that makes me curious.

“They’re brothers,” Ellen says, bringing my attention back to her. “Been through a lot, those two.” She wipes down the bar as she continues, “Sam - the tall one — he’s the youngest. Smart as a whip, he’s a big softy. And Dean — the one wearing the leather jacket, he’s the oldest. Bit rough around the edges but good hearted. They’re hunters, ya know. They fight things most people don’t believe exist.

Hunters. Now that’s something I didn’t expect to hear.

“Like ghosts and monsters and all that?” I ask curiously.

Ellen nods, pouring herself a drink. “Exactly, it’s a tough job but someone’s gotta do it. Those two are the best hunters around.”

My eyes drift back to Dean. He leans over the pool table, lining up his shot with precision. I can’t help but admire the way he focuses. As if he can sense my gaze, his eyes — sharp, green, and full of intensity — flicker up to meet mine for a split second. My breath hitches, it’s like he can see right through me. He leans in closer to the table and it’s hard to focus on anything else but the way his lips quirk up into a cocky ass smirk right before he does the break.

As the balls scatter across the table I bite my lip, unable to tear my gaze away from him. His eyes are still on mine, amusement twinkling as if he knows exactly the effect he’s having on me.

Ellen’s voice snaps me out of my intense thoughts. “You okay?”

“Yeah…” I reply, a little too quietly averting my gaze. “I’m fine.”

But I know deep down I’m not. My mind’s racing with thoughts I shouldn’t be having about a guy I just met — or rather haven’t met yet.

“Enjoying the view sweetheart?” Dean's voice was blunt with a teasing edge to it as he straightened himself up, clearly pleased with himself.

I don’t know if it’s the whisky or the sexual tension between us, but I’m feeling very bold tonight. The boldness surges through me, and before I can second guess myself, I find my feet carrying me toward the pool table. Sam is focused on his next shot, but Dean’s eyes are locked on me the entire time, his lips curled into that cocky smirk that’s been driving me wild since the moment our eyes met.

“Well, sweetheart, you gonna stand there staring, or you here to play?” Dean’s voice is low, teasing, and I can feel the challenge in it.

I raise an eyebrow, stepping closer. “Maybe I am here to play,” I reply, letting a bit of sass slip into my tone.

Dean chuckles, leaning back against the edge of the pool table, his eyes scanning me up and down, clearly intrigued. “You any good?”

“I used to be,” I admit with a shrug. “Wanna find out?”

Sam glances between us, shaking his head with a grin before stepping away from the table. “I’ll leave you two to it. Dean can use a good challenge.”

“Good luck, man,” he adds with a knowing smirk before heading toward the bar, leaving just me and Dean at the table.

Dean watches me for a moment before stepping around the table to grab a cue. “Alright, sweetheart. Let’s make this interesting. How about a little wager?”

I raise an eyebrow, curious. “What kind of wager?”

Dean’s eyes darken with mischief as he hands me a cue. He steps in close, his body heat radiating off him as he leans in, his lips dangerously close to my ear. “Loser has to kiss the winner.”

His words send a shiver down my spine, my heart racing in response. I swallow, trying to maintain my composure, but the heat between us is undeniable. I glance up at him, meeting his intense green eyes.

“Deal,” I say, my voice surprisingly steady. “But don’t be upset when you lose.”

Dean chuckles, pulling back slightly, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “Oh, sweetheart, you’ve got no idea what you’re in for.”

We set up the game, the tension between us thickening with every glance, every small touch as we move around the table. I take the first shot, breaking the balls with a satisfying crack. Dean watches me closely, his gaze burning into me, but I focus on the game, determined not to let him get in my head.

The game goes on, each shot bringing us closer, both of us playing to win, but there’s something else simmering beneath the surface, a fire that’s growing with every passing moment. I line up my final shot, feeling Dean’s eyes on me the whole time. The cue ball hits the corner pocket, sinking the last ball perfectly.

Dean’s smirk falters for the first time, and I can’t help the triumphant grin that spreads across my face.

“Well, would you look at that,” I say, setting the cue down and stepping toward him. “I won.”

Dean straightens up, his eyes narrowing slightly, though there’s amusement dancing in them. He takes a step closer, closing the space between us, his body heat wrapping around me like a blanket.

“Looks like I owe you something, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. “But I don’t mind losing to you.”

Before I can respond, his hand gently grips my chin, tilting my face up toward his. His lips crash into mine, firm and demanding, stealing my breath away. The kiss is intense, and I melt into it, my hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath the leather jacket. His other hand snakes around my waist, pulling me closer, until there’s no space left between us.

Dean deepens the kiss, his tongue teasing mine, and I can’t help the soft moan that escapes me. His grip tightens slightly, possessive, and I’m drowning in the feel of him, the taste of him. It’s like he’s claiming me, and I’m more than willing to be claimed.

When we finally break apart, we’re both breathing hard, our foreheads resting against each other. Dean’s eyes are dark with lust, his smirk back in full force.

“Damn, sweetheart,” he whispers, his voice husky. “You kiss even better than I imagined.”

I can’t help the laugh that escapes me, feeling a little lightheaded from the intensity of the moment. “Careful, Dean. I might make you lose more often.”

Dean leans in again, his lips brushing against mine as he murmurs, “I think I’d like that.”

Dean’s lips find mine again, slower this time, more deliberate, savoring the taste of me like he’s been waiting for this moment forever. His hands roam over my body, his grip firm yet tender, pulling me even closer. I can feel his heart pounding beneath my hands as I run them over his chest, his muscles tense beneath the fabric of his shirt. The kiss deepens, and I lose myself in it, my body pressing into his, heat building between us until I can barely think straight.

When he finally pulls back, his breath is warm against my lips, and there’s a dangerous glint in his eyes. “How about we take this somewhere more private?” he murmurs, his voice low and husky.

I bite my lip, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. “Yeah… I think that’s a good idea,” I manage, my voice breathless from the intensity of the kiss.

He grabs my hand, and without another word, we head outside. The cool night air hits me, but it does nothing to cool the fire raging inside me. My heart races as he leads me to the his beautiful car — a 1967 Chevy Impala; parked under the dim light of a streetlamp. There’s something thrilling about it— something intimate, yet wild. He opens the back door for me, and I slide in, my body humming with anticipation. Dean follows quickly, closing the door behind him, sealing us inside.

The moment we’re alone, the tension between us snaps like a rubber band stretched too tight. His hands are on me, his lips crashing into mine with a raw hunger that sends sparks through my entire body. I gasp against his mouth, my fingers tugging at his leather jacket, desperate to feel him, to touch the warm skin underneath.

"God, you drive me crazy," he breathes, his voice rough as his hands slide up my shirt, lifting it over my head. He pauses, his eyes dark with desire as they roam over me, taking me in. His gaze is so intense that it makes me shiver.

"Not so bad yourself," I reply, a teasing edge in my voice, though I can barely keep it steady. The way he looks at me makes it hard to think straight.

Dean smirks, leaning in close, his lips brushing against the curve of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "I bet I can make you say more than that."

I open my mouth to respond, but his hands are already on my waist, pulling me down onto his lap, and any coherent thought slips away. I can feel every inch of him, hard and ready beneath me, and it makes my breath hitch. His lips press against my collarbone, his teeth grazing the skin just enough to make me moan softly.

"You think you’re in charge, Winchester?" I manage to tease, even as my body melts into his touch.

Dean’s low chuckle vibrates against my skin. "Sweetheart, I think we both know who's in control here."

His hands move to my jeans, unbuttoning them with practiced ease, and I arch into him as he pulls them down. The anticipation is almost too much to bear, and I can’t help but bite my lip as his fingers skim over the sensitive skin of my thighs.

"You're killing me, Dean," I whisper, my voice shaky with need.

His eyes flash with something dark, something primal, as he leans in to kiss me again, his hands gripping my hips with a possessive edge. "Trust me, sweetheart. This is just the beginning."

I groan softly as he pulls me down onto him, the sensation overwhelming as he fills me completely. The feeling of him inside me is perfect, and I can't help but rock my hips against him, needing more, wanting more. His hands grip my waist tighter, guiding me as I move, the rhythm between us building quickly.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," Dean growls, his voice low and ragged. He thrusts up into me, harder, deeper, and I gasp, gripping his shoulders to steady myself as the pleasure builds with every movement. The car rocks slightly with the intensity of it, the small space only amplifying the heat between us.

I bite my lip, my nails digging into his skin as I ride him, my body moving instinctively, driven by pure need. "Dean… I–" My voice breaks as a moan escapes me, my head tipping back as he thrusts harder.

"Come on, sweetheart," Dean murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. "Let go. I wanna hear you scream my name."

His dirty talk, the rough edge to his voice, sends me over the edge. My body tightens around him as the orgasm crashes through me, and I cry out, my hands clutching him tightly as I lose myself in the overwhelming pleasure. Dean follows me moments later, groaning my name as he spills into me, his hands gripping my hips like I’m the only thing holding him to this earth.

For a moment, we’re both breathing hard, our bodies tangled together, the tension between us finally spent. I collapse against him, resting my forehead against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my skin. His fingers trail up and down my back in slow, soothing strokes, grounding me after the whirlwind of passion.

After a long moment, Dean tilts my chin up, his green eyes softer now but still intense as they lock onto mine. There’s something different in his gaze, something deeper, as if he’s searching for the right words. His thumb brushes against my lip, his expression more serious than I’ve ever seen.

“I gotta ask you something, sweetheart,” he says quietly, his voice rough but sincere.

I look up at him, my heart pounding for a different reason now. “What is it?” I ask, though there’s a part of me that already knows this is something big.

He hesitates for a moment, his eyes searching mine, and then he finally speaks, his voice low and almost vulnerable. “Stay with me. This… us… it feels right. I don’t want this to be just one night.”

His words hit me like a wave, warm and unexpected. For a second, I can’t find the right response, overwhelmed by the raw honesty in his voice. But then a smile tugs at my lips, and I lean in to kiss him, slow and sweet, pouring everything I feel into that kiss.

“I’m not going anywhere, Dean,” I whisper against his lips when we finally pull apart. “I’m all in.”

Dean smiles, a rare, genuine smile that makes my heart skip a beat. “Good,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead against mine. “Because I don’t plan on letting you go.”

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noemilivv · 9 months ago

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Hi 👋

I saw your requests were open again! If you're up for it, would you do a fluff oneshot for Husk x reader?

Iike maybe they're hosting a ball and the Hazbin crew has to get all dressed up and the reader dances with Husk.

Kinda got inspo from the ballroom scene from Beauty and the beast.

If not, it's totally cool and I look forward to what you put out next! 😊

the timing is funny considering i’m doing the musical for beauty and the beast rn haha anyway this is so cute, and husk is my boo, so ofc i’ll do this for you!!

this gives off the vibes of one of my hazbin hotel oc’s so bad, so i’m sorry if the reader is a little more, detailed(?) than most of my previous works😭

i had so many inspo pics for each characters fits, so i put links to pics on the side for some of them, hope that it’s not too jarring haha

“I’m not too good at this…”

Husk x Reader

Warnings: Fem!Reader (i’m so sorry to my male or other identifying readers😭), Swearing, S1 Finale Spoilers, Chaggie (Charlie x Vaggie), Pentious x Cherri (idfk their ship name), platonic Rosie and Alastor

You checked your appearance in the mirror attached to your vanity one last time, you fluffed out your hair, which Charlie had been so generous to curl for you, and fixed up the edges of your lip gloss.

Ever since the hotel had been rebuilt, a lot more traction came along with it, and Charlie and Alastor insisted on hosting an ‘opening ball’ sort of thing for the reopening for the new hotel.

You dusted off your glittery, rose gold dress one last time (which for reference, looked like this), admiring the gems placed in your hair one last time, before hurrying out of your room, and down into the lobby, which was redecorated for this special occasion.

You see Charlie and immediately go to hug her, even though you got ready with her, as well as Vaggie, this is the first time you really got to soak in her appearance. Her hair was up in a French braid, it suited her oddly well, as for the dress? Her dress was very, well, her — it was princess-y, had some lace, but was a bright pink (which looked similar to this)

“Hey girl!” you said excitedly, as you pulled her to you, you could feel her smile softly in the crook of your neck, you pull back and grin at her, your hands rest on the sides of her arms briefly as she grins back at you, “You look awesome!” You said, she really did, she was very naturally pretty, there wasn’t an ounce of makeup on her face other than a few subtle coats of mascara, which you only noticed due to the lack of distance between you both. “Me? Pfff, stop. Look at you!” She says, giving a bashful giggle, more people begin to fill in, and music starts blaring, you both turn over to see Cherri over at the DJ booth — the guy Charlie had paid had gotten a bit too…high before the gig, so Cherri was a last minute decision.

“I should go, there’s a lot of, important people here I need to talk to, we need to catch up though!” Charlie said with a small chuckle, “Sure thing!” You reply before you begin walking around to find your next victim who’s going to listen to you talk their ear off until you get bored.

As you walk, you see a lot of folks that you wouldn’t expect to see, Rosie and Alastor are talking, Mimzy’s banging it out on the dance floor, and even Velvette decided to show up (the other two Vee’s weren’t invited for…clear reasons).

You see that Cherri took a break from DJing, as Alastor used some of his magic from his new and improved cane to have it do it on its own, after Adam snapped the last one in half.

Cherri’s chatting with Angel and Pentious, who which you never thought would come down for this after being redeemed, and excitedly you go up to them.

“Pen, Angel, Cherri!” You shout out as you approach them, “Hello, my friend, I haven’t ssseen you ssssince the battle! Quite the time, hehe!” Pentious said, giving you a side hug, which was a lot more awkward than you both would’ve liked.

“Heya, bitch!” Cherri said, nudging ya softly, as Angel gives you a small nod of acknowledgement.

“So, Pentious, how are things up in Heaven?” You asked curiously, a bit louder than you would’ve like, having to yell over the blaring music.

“Sssssplendid! I get back rubs every day!” He exclaimed. Odd. But that’s Sir Pentious for you.

Cherri and Pentious go off to have their own conversation, not wanting to third wheel, you more so turn your attention to Angel, who is looking quite bad ass. “Loving the look, Ange!”

He smirks, “You’re rocking your fit too, toots.” he says back, giving you a toothy grin. He had a baby pink blazer on, with a matching crop top underneath that pronounced his fluff, with matching pants and black heeled boots (like this.)

“You seen Husk anywhere?” He asked, glancing around the darkly-lit lobby for the grumpy cat. “Actually, now that I think about it, no, I don’t think I have. Why?” You said, beginning to go back into your memory to remember if you saw him last.

“Jus’ cuz, I know how you look at eachother, it’d be like a little romantic moment. Swaying on the dance floor, holding eachother, eh?” Angel said with a soft, playful grin, nudging your arm.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You say, a soft grin playing on your lips, yes, you do know what he’s talking about, a little too well.

“Sureeee…” He says, a knowing smile on his face, his head turns slightly. “There ‘e is.” He points to the far end of the room.

Husk is there, his shooing Niffty off as Vaggie goes to take her, a bottle in his hands.

“Go get ‘em, tiger!” Angel says, pushing you over.

“Hey.” You smile, Husk looks at you, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Hey, whatcha up to?”

“Not much, just trying to make a point to talk to everyone.” You say, chuckling softly.

His smile remains, before looking away, and then back at you, a…discombobulated look on his face. “Ey, I’m not too great this, ain’t done this shit since I was alive.” He starts, chuckling softly, “But, er…” He holds out his paw to you, a loving, affection smile on his face that tugs at your heartstrings, “Will you, have a dance with me?”

You grin widely, before taking his paw, “Yeah.. I will.”

As you both approach the dance floor, the music begins to slow down, as people take their partners in their arms and hold them close, cherishing a romantic moment.

Husk pulls you in by the waist with one paw, the other hand holding your own, as you both begin to sway.

You look around, too flustered to look at Husk, you smile at the sight of all the lovely pairs.

Cherri’s with Pentious, as he’s tripping over her as she chuckles softly in his embrace, Rosie and Al are sharing a lovely moment as friends, talking amongst themselves, and Vaggie and Charlie are holding eachother close, closing the gap to share an intimate kiss.

Your eyes skim over Husk, it was the first real time you’d seen him in, actual clothes…

He wore black trousers, with a fitted white buttoned shirt, with a red tie and suspenders.

Hesitation was written all over Husks face, you’d never seen him in such a state, he sighed before speaking, “Look, I’ve never been into all this,” he said, gesturing to the scenery before you both. “But quite frankly, my heart beats for you, and I’d really like to work something out for us.” He stated, a soft and… nervous(?) smile tugged at the ends of his lips.

“I’d… really like that.”

Before you both know it, the ball ends, and Husk takes you up to your room, you’re both slightly tipsy, giggling at simply the presence of eachother, Husk stops at your door.

He looks at you before pecking your forehead, smiling proudly to both himself, and you, “Sweet dreams, doll, I’ll see you in the morning.”

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reneesghostinthelivingroom · 23 days ago

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Hey! Luv ur fics pls keep writing!!! Its so good. Can we get a fic of Reneé X Billie X Reader at q masquerade ball bc halloween and they have to fins each other while masked, and kiss by midnight?

When they finally find each other the three are a bit drunk and things heat up? Pls? Thx

Halloween Masquerade

|| Billie Eilish x Reneé Rapp x nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; slightly based on the Arcana masquerade, make out session at the end, all of them get drunk, Taylor Swift makes a small appearance

|| Summary; when reader and the girls are invited to a masquerade, they're told the catch of the party. Things get a little more interesting.

Requests open!

Started; october 30th

Finished; october 30th

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Halloween night. Probably one of your favourite nights of the year. It was the perfect excuse to dress up and enjoy all things spooky. Who wouldn't love that? You and your girlfriends got invited to a Halloween masquerade party and you were all for it. The three of you dressed in outfits that matched and that were lined with sparkly gems around the rims. They were absolutely stunning. Before leaving, you guys made sure to do some pregaming then called an uber.

To say the uber was shocked when she realized Billie Eilish and Reneé Rapp were in her car would be understatement. She tried to keep it cool, though she did ask for pictures at the end of the ride which was fine by your girls.

When you arrived at the front door, there was a bouncer who checked your IDs and another man who seemed to be in charge of the details. He told you guys the catch of the masquerade dance. "Couples have to lose each other, then try to find each other again to kiss by midnight." The three of you exchanged glances. That actually sounded pretty hype and you were excited. Putting on your masks, you all headed in and went your separate ways. You went and got yourself a drink, taking some sips before headed elsewhere in the party. Going deep into the party. There were so many different rooms, all with different things to try. One room was entirely filled with bubbles which you thought was pretty neat.

Reneé went left of the direction you did, finding the snack table and picking up some chocolate fudge. She took a bite, the flavours hitting her tongue. She could definitely taste the rich and elite vibes of the party. She then took a look around, wondering what room to explore first. There were so many different options that she hardly knew where to start. Reneé headed further in, passing by a room that was filled with cats. She backtracked and peeked her head in; deciding that this was where she wanted to hang out. At least for a bit until you all had to look for each other.

As for Billie, she went to the right of where you did. Finding herself at a chocolate fountain. Beside it was a bowl of strawberries and another bowl with skewers. She took a skewer and placed a few strawberries on top before running it under one of the chocolate waterfall layers. Being careful not to drip, Billie pulled it out of the fountain and took a bite. Moaning a little at the taste. That was a damn good chocolate fountain. Billie headed further into the party, taking the rest of her chocolate covered strawberries with her. She looked around at all the rooms and ended up coming across one that was designed into a mirror maze. Billie headed in, thinking it would be a good way to kill some time as she took a bite out of one of the strawberries.

An hour or so passed and it was getting closer to midnight, you sent a text to the group chat. Saying that they should start looking for each other. Your girlfriends agreed and all of you left the rooms you were in. Finding your way through the crowds. There was one point where you and Billie passed each other, but had absolutely no idea. Having been separated by a few people.

Reneé was in the entirely wrong section of the party. She couldn't have been further away if she tried. The blonde honestly had no idea where to even begin looking for the both of you. Reneé took a breath and just headed in a random direction, hoping and praying for the best.

It took almost twenty minutes before you spotted Reneé. Her blonde hair glowing in the soft candlelight of the room she was in. You'd recognize her anywhere just by her hair alone. "Reneé!!" You called out, unsure if she even heard you over the loud music; which was playing 'Monster Mash'. She didn't hear you, so you pushed your way through the crowd and came over to her. Reneé immediately smiled upon seeing you, pulling you closer to her once you were in arms reach. Your body was flush against hers as she kissed you. Your lips moving in sync against each other's.

"I found a cat room," Reneé told you as the kiss broke, your eyes practically lit up at the thought of cats being here.

"Really?!" She laughed at your reaction and nodded.

"Come on, let's find Bils then I'll show it to you." Reneé took your hand, leading you through the crowds as the two of you tried to find your other girlfriend. Looking for the matching masquerade outfit. Another ten minutes pass before you guys find Billie by the drinks. She had passed by it while looking for you and decided to get herself one. When she saw the two of you, she smiled and walked over.

"Hey! There you are," Billie gave each of you a long kiss. Then you checked the time. It was 11;56pm. You found each other with 4 minutes to spare.

"I was just telling Y/N/N that there's a cat room. Wanna come see it?" Reneé asked Billie. Billie looked to you and saw how you were bouncing on your heels in excitement. How could she saw no to that?

"Yeah, alright." Billie nodded.

"Yay!" You threw your hands into the air and took off at a run, only to remember you had no idea where it even was. You skidded yourself to a stop, accidentally bumping into some tall blonde girl." Sorry-" You apologized a bit sheepishly.

She smiled down at you with a smile," it's alright. Enjoy your night," She told you- wait- why did she sound like Taylor Swift? You stared at her for a long moment trying to decide if you were just crazy. She did look a little like Taylor under the mask... but you didn't want to pry. Besides, you had cats to see! You looked back at Reneé and Billie who were following you and trying not to laugh. They couldn't get over how adorable you were sometimes.

"You too!" You told the tall lady before catching up with your girls, Reneé lead the three of you to the cat room. It took a bit since she couldn't fully remember where it was but you eventually got there. You spent a good half an hour playing with cats in your not so sober state. Billie took some pictures of the three of you, then when you were done you all went to get some more drinks.

Half way through your third drink, you looked at your girls with a sheepish grin. A grin that they all too well. They exchanges glances and matched your grin, Billie took your hand and pulled you to a private spot with Reneé following. When you got there, Billie kissed you deep. She pushed herself flush against your chest. While Billie was against your front, Reneé went up against your back. Holding you close against her as her lips trailed along your neck. You moaned into the kiss, Reneé's lips on your neck only serving to make things feel more intense. Plus with the alcohol in your system, your sensitivity was through the roof.

Billie broke the kiss and her lips went to the other side of your neck. Reneé's hand came up and tilted your chin to look at her before her lips were on yours. Kissing you deep as her tongue slipped in and danced around your own.

You weren't sure how much time you spent making out with your girlfriends but you hardly cared. You were drunk, all you wanted was them and all they wanted was you.

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newkatzkafe2023 · 12 days ago

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THE BALLADS OF SUN WUKONGS👑🐒

Yandere Monkey king Harem x Manipulative Queen reader

Chapter 2 Enter Monkey Queen Y/N

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One morning Netflix Wukong had woke up from a nap as he heard knocking on the door he groaned and open the door to find no one but he did see a shiny green scroll on the ground.

(Netflix Wukong) WHAT?! I woke up for this?

(Lmk Wukong) What is it Netflix????

(Netflix Wukong) I don't really know it's a scroll of some kind, but I don't know what it's for

Lmk Wukong took the scroll and looked over it before releasing what it was and grew excited, he pulled Netflix inside their shared house.

(Lmk Wukong) GUYS GUESS WHAT?!?!?!? HEAVEN HAS INVITED US TO ONE OF THERE PARTIES?!?!?!?🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

(Wukongs) WHAT?!🤨🤩😜🫨🤯

(Destined one)😲😲😲

the monkey kings have finally received an invite from the Jade emperor to a celestial ball. Some were cocky and excited about being directly invited, but those like HIB Wukong and the destined one were suspicious of this whole set up.

(HIB Wukong) You guys do know that this is clearly a trap right???🤨🤨🤨

(Destined one)(obviously)😑😑😑😑

(NR Wukong) oh come on lighten up a bit😄

(BMW Wukong) He's right, I bet they now realized how great we are😏

(HIB Wukong) I really don't know, There's something they're hiding And they want us to take the blame for it🤔

(MKR Wukong) Oh, please they know better than to mess with us, We'll just trash the palace again.😈

(NR Wukong) that was a great bros trip☺️

(Lmk Wukong) Look, let's just go to the party and just keep our guard up. It's fine😁

(Destined one)(I guess)😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

(HIB Wukong) Yeah ok😑😮‍💨

Later that night, the monkey kings, along with the destined one, had arrived at the Celestial ball and saw many Deities and immortals in expensive suits and dresses. The monkeys were greeted by the jade emperor himself who saw them at the door.

(Old Jade) Welcome monkey kings, it is great that you all decided to come tonight please enjoy the festivities for tonight

(MKR Wukong) Ugh 10 minutes and I'm already bored😠

(BMW Wukong) I know I think I'm just drink in the back of the ball😒😒

(NR Wukong) I'm down for that😁😁😄😄

So the Wukongs went to do their own things, drinking, dancing, chatting with each other as the HIB and the destined one would monitor and keep an eye on anyone suspicious. Though soon the jade emperor had gathered the crowd saying that he had an announcement.

(Jade emperor) WELCOME EVERYBODY TO THE ANNUAL EVENT, I AM GLAD THAT YOU ALL DECIDED TO COME TONIGHT!!!

As the crowd of celestials and deities and immortals clapped, the monkey kings rolled their eyes at the old man.

(Jade emperor) I WANT TO ANNOUNCE TWO THINGS FOR TONIGHT, FIRST I AM PLEASE TO INTRODUCE THE NEW PALACE GUARD CAPITAN JIN ZHĀNG!!!!

The crowd claps again as a one-armed demon walks on stage, waving to the crowd, the monkey kings acting indifferent while destined one, claps as a curtesy apparently he gained popularity and was promoted for saving the jade emperor's daughter. Big deal🙄😒

(Jade Emperor) NOW FOR MY NEXT ANNOUNCEMENT IS THE ARRIVAL OF A NEW GUEST, PRESENTING THE QUEEN OF THE GORILLAS AND MONKEYS AND GODDESS REVENGE AND DESIRE I GIVE YOU!!!!!!

Soon a tall, muscular woman had appeared on top of the stair case wearing a black leather and dark blue dress and the monkeys jaws were touching the floor with a dark blush on their face.

(Jade emperor) QUEEN Y/N L/N!!!!!!!!!!!!

And the crowd goes wild as a beautiful monkey/gorilla hybrid reveals herself to the crowd, although she doesn't show much interest in the people applauding her. The monkey boys were chirping and purring at the sight of us as Netflix Wukong and the destined one silently blushing at us.

(Jade emperor) And queen y/n is also looking for a new husband as well

(Queen Y/n) Must you always tell people that😒

the monkeys grew excited about this news as you rolled your eyes as you bought up the nominations list of different types of bachelors including the monkey kings + the destined one.

The nominations for being Y/n's new betrothal came🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶

Being Her new husband and king became their claims🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶

You had displayed the list of men that had potential of marrying you.

(Pai Wang)(a ox rich demon merchant)

(Rui Bai)(a demon cat tailor)

(Fu Gao)(a gladiator demon Wolf)

(Aizen Cai)(a demon Fish Scholar)

(Ming Li)(A demon crane tutor)

(Kai Du)( Demon Tiger Mercenary)

(Jin Zhāng)(New Captain of the Celestial Guards)

(The Sun Wukongs+ Destined one)(the monkey kings)

The Wukongs jaws Dropped seeing they were immediately considered by you to be your husbands until they heard something that Partially shattered their world 🌎

Until gossip spread as the celestials claim Jin Zhāng to be (Y/n)'s new betrothal🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎶

(PITY DATES!!!!!!!!😨😰😱)

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aethelflaedladyofmercia · 1 year ago

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(Somewhat disorganized thoughts to follow…)

So I’m sitting here thinking about Good Omens, as usual. And I’m wondering. What if Aziraphale hadn’t gone to chat with the Metatron?

Because it’s easy to say “awww yisss there would have been love confessions and kisses and everything would be better.”

But would it?

Because as the great Bildad the Shuhite said, “Nothing has to change.”

If there’s anything this 6000-year slow-burn has shown us, these two are content to remain… not exactly the same, but changing in glacially slow ways (and also not really content, but they’ll fucking do it anyway).

I think watching Gabriel and Beelzebub go off together got them both to realize that things could be different. But would that be enough to get them talking? Or would they have just gone off to their alcoholic breakfast, made a few jokes about whatever the hell’s just happened, then wind up back at the shop drunkenly talking about dolphins and bird space ships again, the needle on their relationship barely moved? And stay that way until the Second Coming finally arrived to shake things up?

Because it’s not a question, really, of them realizing something or revealing something. They both know.

Crowley knows what he wants, but he’d rather spend the next thousand years scowling from the sidelines and watching his angel be a happy idiot than actually put his feelings into words.

And Aziraphale—well, he has ideas, more than we give him credit for, he isn’t wholly oblivious, but his ideas are happy little dream worlds he can play out in his mind. He’s waiting for a better deal—not better than Crowley, obviously, but better than the precarious balance they currently exist in. A perfect shiny happy ending where everything is Good and Nice. And he’s willing to wait basically forever, just thinking about how nice it will be when it happens.

They need nudges. They need excuses. Especially Aziraphale. He sets up this whole ball for Nina and Maggie (partially) so he can ask Crowley to dance for the first time, but he’s there every day! You can just ask him to dance any time! He still denies having a “special” person to amnesia Gabriel. He doesn’t remember anything! Literally everyone in Heaven and Hell and also Earth think you’re an item now anyway! Just say the words!

The nudge for him was the Metatron’s offer. Taking charge of Heaven. Crowley at his side. They can make the Good guys truly Good. No one to question whether they belonged together. Happy ending.

Crowley’s nudge, of course, was Nina and Maggie telling him to goddamn say something. And I don’t think any of them realize it, but that had to be his conversation. If the two ladies had come over and talked to Aziraphale the same way (solo), he’d throw all his defenses back up and that would have been the end of it. If they’d talked to angel and demon together, well. These two are idiots. Aziraphale and Crowley would have refused to take the conversation seriously, talked circles around their guests, and left for their breakfast, laughing together over those humans and their ideas.

So for Crowley to get his nudge, he had to be alone when they visited, and for that to happen, Aziraphale had to go have his talk with the Metatron. Aziraphale had to get a perfect enough option to overcome his anxiety, and for that he needed his chat.

Now, am I saying that without the Metatron’s interference they never ever would have moved forward? Maybe. They’re complete idiots, your honor.

Maybe not, though. As I said, they just watched another angel and demon go off together. Would that be enough for Crowley to realize that, hey, actual communication sometimes has good results? Would that be close enough to a perfect ending to assuage Aziraphale’s fears?

I don’t know if we can say for sure. But I’ve been trying to play out that last scene in the bookshop differently to find where the path to the happy ending was, and I think this is the answer. Aziraphale needed to not go to the Metatron at all. They needed to be on their way before Nina and Maggie decided to visit. And then… somewhere in the talking and drinking that followed, one of them would have to take a risk.

And like, have you met these two? They’d be dooooooomed…

#good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable divorce #ineffable idiots #good omens meta #good omens 2 spoilers #crowley #aziraphale #aziraphale and crowley #good omens prime

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ravennaortiz · 6 months ago

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The Beginning

Chapter Summary: The passionate meeting and inevitable falling into love of Tig and you.

TW:Rough Sex, CNC if you squint, mention of knife/breath play. This is a more...tame part of the series.

As always my stories are 18+. This particular series has darker themes so adding Dead Dove Do Not Eat. The Rules chapter gives you a idea of what all you might find in this series!

Word Count: 1k+

"Jealous Tiggy?" chuckled Chibs as he followed his friends glare to where the prospect was talking to a woman. A woman the club had affectionately started calling Tigs favorite stripper and teasing him about the last few months. It wasn't like Tig to keep coming back to the same woman. He was a hit it and quit it kinda guy and he had most definitely hit it several times. Every time they were in town or even just passing through he had to stop and visit her. Hell he even took what he called vacation and would come to see her.

Tig simply rolled his eyes and growled at his friend’s remark. Is that what this feeling is? He thought to himself. Am I jealous that she is entertaining someone else. Her attention and body is not just for me? He felt a sharp pang in his chest and stomach as he watched her give the prospect a lap dance. No amount of beer would relieve his dry mouth or the lump in his throat as he watched her lead him into the back rooms. How could she betray me like this? He thought briefly before giving himself a mental shake. How could she betray me when she doesn’t know I love her?

“Love” whispered Tig to himself the beer bottle in his hand falling as he sat open mouthed at the thought. “What’s wrong?” inquired Chibs as he grabbed napkins and sopped up the pooling beer as he glanced at Tig. “Love” repeated Tig a bit louder as he turned to his friend. “Love what? Strippers? I know that” laughed Chibs as he shook his head. “No brother I think I’m in love with her or I’m having a heart attack. Not sure which” replied Tig as he stood up and started to make his way to the back rooms. “Where ya going?” called Chibs as he watched Tig disappear.

“Where is he going?” inquired Juice as he took Tigs empty seat. “Honestly not sure. He thinks he is either having a heart attack or is in love” replied Chibs with a sigh and shrug of his shoulders. “I mean I lean more towards heart attack with his age, lack of cardio and unhealthy lifestyle” stated Juice as he sipped his beer. “But who does he think he is in love with?”

“Miss favorite stripper I think. He saw the prospect chatting her up, getting a dance then disappearing into the back and kinda spiraled” replied Chibs. Juice snorted as he sat his beer down. “Pretty sure there is a song about being in love with a stripper” he replied as Chibs chuckled. “Looks like the prospect lost” stated Chibs as he nodded towards the pouting young man coming to their table still fixing up his pants and belt.

“Tigs a dick. Like a serious fucking asshole and I don’t care if he is my sponsor” grumbled Half-Sack as he slumped in the empty chair next to Chibs as the other two men chuckled. “What happened?” asked Chibs as he pushed a beer towards the kid. “Grabbed me by the neck right as I was getting ready to slide home and tossed me to the ground. Going on about how I need two nuts to get on this ride then he slid himself in and started fucking her. His asshole was staring at me as I lay cock and ball out on the ground” snapped Half-Sack slamming the beer back before crossing his arms and pouting.

“I truly don’t know where to begin” laughed Juice as he doubled over tears falling from laughing so hard. “The slide home comment, the two balls one or you seeing the inside of Tig”. Chibs tried his best not to laugh and keep a straight face. “I think we may be bringing home more than memories this trip” he stated as he shook his head.

All you could do was take what Tig was offering you. You could not only hear but feel his anger as he puncated each word with a slam of his hips into your. The force sending your face farther into the couch. The rough fabric of the couch scratching your face and forcing its way between your lips making you gag at the taste. “Stupid.Whore.Fucking.Trying.To. Cheat. Am. I.Not.Good.Enough. For.You. Slut.” Growled Tig as he slammed his cock deep within you. His fingertips digging into your hips already starting to leave bruises. Your muffled moans and the way your body gripped him tighter spurred him on. Keeping up a pace that had your legs giving out from under you making him slip out. Growling he grabbed your hair in his fist as you gasped for air. Your mascara was running down your cheeks and your lipstick was smeared and drool shined on your chin.

“Wait” you pleaded as he dragged you onto the couch as you grabbed at his hands. “Not a safe word” snapped Tig as he grabbed your arms pinning them above your head as he hovered over you letting his weight rest just enough. His icy eyes bore into yours for a moment before he moved his hands to your throat as he slid back into your slick heat. He watched as your eyes widened and you grabbed his arms. Your mouth falling open into a silent O as you came undone around his cock. The amount of pleasure had you floating on air and your vision tunneling. When your eyes fluttered shut Tig released his grp on your neck and let your body milk his release from him. Once he was empty and panting he delivered a sharp slap to your cheek rousing you.

“There’s my kitten. You took that so well doll” he soothed as he caressed your cheek as you lazily smiled up at him. “What was that about Tiger?” you inquired as you gazed up at him as he pulled himself from you making you frown slightly at the loss. “I love you. I knew from the moment you asked to ride my knife that first time we hooked up that I needed you. You are the yin to my yang type shit. I want to get married and I want you to come with me to Charming” spewed Tig quickly as he kept his eyes on yours.

You were silent for a couple minutes as you just stared at him. No man had ever said those words to you before. “Tig…. I….” you started unable to get any coherent thoughts to come out. “I know kitten it’s a lot. I’m sorry to spring it on you like this. I’m sure this could have been a more romantic proposal but I’m a spur of the moment guy.” Explained Tig as he sat back pulling you onto his lap. “Please. Give me a chance. Just come home with me to Charming and we can figure out the rest. I need you” begged Tig as he held you tightly to him. “Yes” you whispered as you nodded a smile forming on your lips.

The End

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komiloves · 7 months ago

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౿ ׂ ִ ⁀ ˳ ⊹⠀- General HCs ! || Ijekiel Alpheus, Lucas x Reader ⁀ ⊹⠀ Note: New writing style, no one cheered 😔 I barely see any WMMAP x reader and I'm deprived of it right now. Time to put tumblr on use 😹😹

Ijekiel is the gentlemen every girl could dream of. That sounds much more cheesy than I thought it would be. Seriously though, his calm and soft face? His gentle yet can be teasing personality?? Whoa dude, it's 1 in the morning why is the sun so bright already? Wait, that's not the sun!

Imagine standing alone at the grand ball Obelia had held and then suddenly someone bumps to you and when you look up, it's the son of Duke Alpheus himself, apologizing and that singular apology escalated into a whole night chat. Since when did you get the main character syndrome?!

Ijekiel loves practicing ball dances with you. Gently holding you with his pair of warm hands while he teaches you how to coordinate your steps. He lightly teases you when you accidentally made a mistake such as stepping on his foot.

He loves doing your hobbies with you. Oh you like sleeping? He'll nap with you. Oh you like to chew on snacks? He'll bring you some. You like drawing? He'll watch you draw and compliment you even as simple as you drawing lines. You like to read? He'll bring you to the library and have a quiet pleasant date with you there. You like to gossip a lot? He'll listen to you the whole time with affirmative nods. You like to shop? He'll bring you to your favorite place and offer to carry your bags even if you insisted that you can do it yourself.

Ijekiel definitely introduce you to his family, even if you told him that he doesn't have to. The meeting felt like him proposing to you and asking his family for support.

Ijekiel would learn stuff for you. Oh you can't cook? Suddenly you're greeted by some delicious dishes on the table when you come over at his place. You fell asleep on your desk after doing some stuff overnight? When you wake up, you suddenly found some flowers with a letter on it tinted with his scent. He loves acting on assistant for you.

When he gets jealous, all he simply does is shoot the person you're paying attention to a passive aggressive smile before gently pulling you away from them, claiming that the two of you have some stuff to do.

Overall, a really sweet sweet sweet man. Ijekiel is a really gentle guy with you, he loves to show you that he adores you with his whole life.

Lucas is a massive asshole with you. This man would stubbornly stand on his point. What point you ask? His denial of being in love with you.

Lucas has been alone and so unattached of his feelings for hundreds of years and suddenly a simple person like you who he would definitely belittle of is making him feel things?

He would definitely deny his feelings at first. The butterflies? Probably just his stomach rumbling. His heart beating fast? Could be a sign of fever, aaand you name it. At the end, he couldn't help but succumb to it. Your smile is more than enough to light his days up and he secretly really loves it.

This man is the opposite of Ijekiel. He shows his worries to you with snarky yet light remarks. "Holy shit, you looked uglier than yesterday with those eye bags. Did you get enough sleep at all??" And then you two proceeded to banter like you usually do.

Believe it or not, Lucas is very needy when it comes to your attention. When he wants your attention, he will do stuff and then make it seem like he didn't do it on purpose (he sucks at it). Accidentally twisting and knotting his tie so that you could undo it for him and put it back on his collar, his earring fell off so you have to put it back on his ear, and more.

This man somehow knows what you like and what you dislike, even if you didn't directly tell him. He catches you staring extra longer at a stuff displayed on a shop? You'd find that thing in less than a week in your room.

He loves using you as an arm rest. No matter how tall you are, Lucas will somehow look taller than you just for the sake of teasing you and using you as his arm rest when he's standing up.

When he gets jealous, he will make it clear that he does NOT like the person you're paying attention to. Send them death stares, glares, unamused yet condescending looks that says "I'm way better than you" before finally dragging you away, with the sarcastic excuse of "Oh sorry, they're busy, do you mind???"

No matter how flustered he himself could be when faced with his own feelings, Lucas absolutely, definitely, truly loves flustering you. He just loooves the sight of you denying your embarrassed state when it's as clear as an open book.

Overall, Lucas is the type of person to be conflicted of his own feelings while secretly enjoying the butterflies you gave him.

#who made me a princess #suddenly became a princess one day #lucas wmmap #ijekiel alpheus #wmmap ijekiel #komifish #x reader #wmmap #manhwa

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mrsbarnesxxx · 5 months ago

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hiiii! can i request a cedric x fem reader fluff?!

A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long! I honestly had no idea what to do with it.

Warnings: Poor writing, curse words?

When you'd heard that there was going to be a ball at Hogwarts you'd initially panicked. All of your friends had adored the idea. There were all of these Durmstrang boys here for them to go out with. Two of them had already been asked to the dance, you however, had rejected two guys who had asked you. It was pathetic. Waiting around for your best friend to ask you to the dance. You shouldn't have said no to the other boys who'd asked you. You were entirely obnoxious.

"I mean, I shouldn't wait around for him to ask me, right?" You ask your friends as you try on your third dress of the day. Angelina had already decided on a dark purple dress and Hannah on a navy blue dress.

"He'll ask you. Don't worry about it. Now let's see the dress." Angelina exclaims.

I step out in an ice-blue dress and their jaws drop.

"Yes. That one!" Hannah says.

"Okay. Okay." I laugh stepping back to get changed so we can pay for our dresses.

We pay for our dresses and decide to hit Hogsmeade while we're here. We step out of the shop and head towards the three broomsticks. I spot Cedric and his friends heading out from there. They're all laughing at some joke one of them just said. Cedric's cheeks flush when he spots me. He mumbles something to his friends before heading towards us.

"Hey, uh can I talk to you for a second?" He asks.

"Sure." I smile ignoring the look the two girls give me. "Why don't you two head inside and I'll meet you in there."

When it was just the two of you, you noticed just how nervous Cedric looked. He was fidgeting with his hands, looking at them, and then he gave you a sheepish smile once he finally met your eyes.

"So, I know I might be a bit late to ask you this, but I was wondering if you'd like to go to the ball with me?" He asks offering a soft grin.

A smile makes its way onto my face, "I'd love to."

His grin grows at my answer, "Wonderful! Uh...well, I'll let you get back to your friends." He says ducking his head.

"Alright." I smile offering a quick nod before heading inside the snow-covered tavern.

There were crowds of students already lining the halls. Bloody hell, and I thought the halls were a mess before two other schools joined us.

"Bloody hell," I comment aloud taking in everyone.

"Oh look, here comes your man." Hannah teases nudging me. I follow her gaze and find Cedric, sure enough, heading towards me.

"Hello, you look lovely." He smiles taking my hand and offering it a kiss. "I'm afraid I have to pull you away. Apparently, it's tradition for the champions to dance first. McGonagall is insisting that I come find you."

"Oh, sure." I say lamely.

"If you would excuse us." He says to my friends as we walk away.

Sure enough, McGonagall is having us line up at the entrance of the Great Hall. Cedric offers me his arm as we do so. I smile, taking it.

The doors open to reveal an intricately decorated hall and a large crowd of people parted down the middle, apparently for us to walk through whilst they clap.

As we begin to walk, Cedric leans down to whisper to me, "I'm sorry about this. I had no idea."

"It's alright." I smile.

"You know, if you wanted to get me away from my friends you could have just asked. You didn't have to plan this whole elaborate entrance and such." I tease as we dance.

"Is that so?" He smiles as we twirl around. The music dies down and after a few dances we break apart from each other.

"I need a break." I giggle pulling him with me. We stop for a drink before finding our friends. We chat with them for a few more moments before a slow song comes on.

"Come dance with me, Diggory!" I exclaim excitedly tugging him with me.

"And what if I wanted to kiss you? How would I go about that?" He asks teasingly as I pull him back to the dance floor.

"You just have to ask, Diggory." I smile as we reach the dance floor and turn to face each other. His gaze goes to my painted lips before they flick back to my eyes.

"Can I kiss you, darling?" He asks caressing my cheek. I nod, leaning into his touch. He tips my head back slightly and our lips meet. It's entirely tame, but fireworks still erupt inside of me.

#mrsbarnesxx #mrsbarnesxxx #mbxxrequests #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory

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