Can You Do A One Shot Where Castiel And Gabriel Plays Cupid To Get You And Jack Together.

Can I please request Resident Evil 8/Village The Duke - Imagine cuddling with The Duke in his carriage during a storm (thunder/snow/rain/whatever). Thank you!

Hello, love! Sorry for delay, just posted it ;) Thank you for request, hope you like it! ♥

hi ! I don't know if you're still writing for him but I was wondering if I could please request something (whichever format you prefer) of Ed Buchan where he gets jealous of the reader, or something along those lines ? Thanks :)

Hello, love! Yes YES I do write for my man, I will always write for him ♥ I love him too much. Thank you for your request, just posted it!

Hiya, was just wondering if you were doing anymore inside no 9 fics? Xxx

Hi! Not doing anything babes Maybe in the future :)

Come a little bit closer.

pt.1

summary: When your dear friend Otto Octavius invited you for a regular cup of coffee and a chat, you never imagined it would end up being something more. warnings: none in this part, but the next one is 🍋 requested by: @politicstanner So uhh... It's not exactly followed your request, so if you want me to write another work that will be more fluffy, message me! Hope you like it anyway and sorry in advance. wc: 1.2k A/N: Can be read as post-NWH Otto or just alternative reality to Spider-Man 2 Woo-hoo! It’s already 326 followers here! I can’t believe it guys, love you all! ♥ Thank you for reading my works!

Today, Otto invited you to his flat to catch up after another week of hard work on another genius project of his. You have been friends for many years now, and it has become a common occurrence for you to meet from time to time to check in on each other. You would often just sit and talk, telling stories about your life, sharing your thoughts and plans for the future. You seemed to never bore one another, being able to find subjects to talk about for hours, almost literally about anything and everything.

Sometimes, if you were exceptionally lucky and Octavius was in this compliant mood, you were able to coax him into doing a movie marathon. But it is a very rare occasion. After all, he was still a freshly redeemed supervillain, and as a capable and promising scientist, one of the terms of his freedom ordeal was the job of creating technical marvels for society’s benefit and development. It was a demanding job, but the older man seemed to enjoy it, even under pretty strict government control. He wanted it. He wanted to be a better person; he wanted to create a better future; he wanted, no, needed to be useful to benefit the world he nearly destroyed because of his pride that overshadowed his brilliant mind.

He swore to never return to this mindset again; to do anything in his power, and even beyond that, to prevent this kind of catastrophe. At least until the day he died. And he kept his word. He was a good man, and that was one of the traits that made you fall in love with him.

And currently, sitting in his warm kitchen, nursing the cup of already cold coffee in your equally cold hands, you tried very hard to stay focused and listen to what he was saying, but were failing miserably. Otto was explaining to you his current experiment with microtechnology (or something along the line, you were not sure about the exact name of it, and at this point you were too scared to ask) and how useful it could be. He said it was the future. A revolution.

His human arms were moving animatedly, expressing the emotions he felt and couldn’t verbalise fully with his voice and words. His fingers danced in the air, drawing bizarre patterns with the grace of a ballet dancer. His metallic arms acted in the same manner, moving rapidly around the small room, almost knocking over a kettle that was a bit too close to the edge of the stove and a cup of Otto’s beverage.

His round face was radiating with excitement, cheeks dusted with a faint pink, making his feature glow. A huge, proud, and enthusiastic smile did not leave his lips for a second, stretching them wildly. It’s been a long time since you last saw him like this. Happy and joyful. So free and open. You knew that at this moment, his exceptional mind was racing with all of these new ideas he had yet to try out, and his heart was full of hope about the better future that he could provide. You know him too well by now.

He truly was a vision, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from this beautiful, intelligent, and very passionate man in front of you. Being so enamoured with him, you failed to hear him calling for you. Only when his smile faltered, turning into a slightly confusional frown, did you stir, like waking up from your dreamy state.

You cleared your throat and blinked a couple of times, trying to cover up your embarrassment and dig out from your clouded brain at least some of the words he said for the last hour. The blood rushed to your cheeks, making your face grow extremely hot.

"What? Sorry, I… Uhh"

A smile left Otto’s face entirely, and a shameful scowl took its place.

"No, no, Y/n, my dear, no need to apologise. I am the one who should be apologising. I must be boring you with all of this nonsense, talking for hours… But you have to forgive this little sin to an old man, I haven’t had an audience in quite a long time. It must be my long-forgotten professor's side letting me know that it's still somewhere deep inside of m-"

"No!" You interrupted him, and your voice sounded way louder than you intended, bouncing off the walls right into your ears.

You cringed internally and continued to speak, trying desperately to come up with an excuse for your absent attention, "No, Otto, you’re not boring me at all! I love listening to you! I really do. You know it. It’s just… you know how little I understand about maths and physics. And all these numbers and reactions, it’s nothing but magic for me, you know."

You gave him a sheepish smile and cleared your throat again. The older man relaxed noticeably after your little confession and chuckled understandingly.

"Ah, I see. Well, maybe I could simplify it a little bit?"

You nodded enthusiastically, and the tension in your body melted away in relief.

"Yeah, it would be awesome. Think of me as one of your dumbest students. Professor Octavius."

You did not know what kind of strange force possessed you at this very moment, but you did not question your choice of words and the audacity to give him a playful wink, until you saw his eyebrows go up and his cheeks turn two shades darker. He averted his eyes for a moment and coughed into his hand. You were ready to run away for good with the crushing embarrassment of your foolish behaviour, wishing for the ground to open up and swallow you, but were stopped by a small grin crooking the side of his mouth.

He shook his head slightly, as if not believing in what you just did or maybe shaking away some of his own thoughts, and chuckled lightly.

"Very well, then, my dear student."

The sudden change in his tone, now just an octave deeper and with a touch of rasp that could have been missed if you hadn’t listened to his voice so intently, sent a delightful shiver down your spine. When his soft brown eyes bore into yours all of a sudden, you make the greatest effort to control your body from shaking visibly.

After this short moment of… something, you were not entirely sure what to call everything that happened in these few seconds or if any of this was not your overly-vivid imagination. Everything went back to normal again. Or almost everything. The man before you was still the same old Otto you knew, still an excited scientist happy to share his knowledge with anyone who would listen. He was still a man proud of his intelligence and work, but you could sense that something in the air between you shifted just slightly.

His eyes darkened just enough to turn the soft brown into burnt umber. His lips curled just enough to make his smile look just a little more sinister. His body drew closer, shortening the distance between you just enough for you to catch on to his cologne.

Maybe it was just your wishful thinking, that hidden desire you had for the older man who captured you with his kind words and bright mind, like a spider would capture a fly in his web. You never let your feelings out, tucking them in so deep that you sometimes forget that what you felt was a little bit more than just simple admiration. And now, when his eyes were travelling up and down your body, almost as if he was studying you, taking in any subtle change in your body language, you finally remembered.

These heavy gates of social norms and fears of your anxious mind, which were holding in your darkest fantasies and deepest desires, finally opened.

And you were afraid of what was behind those barricades.

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Hiya! Fantastic blog, I love your writing!! Are you still taking requests, and if so, for Inside No.9? Just recently got into it, and amazed at the lack of fics, so was so happy to find you!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Hi! Thank you so so much for the kind words 🥺😭😭😭 It's very sweet of you! Very glad you enjoyed my stuff Unfortunately, as is written in my description, I don't take requests anymore :( sorry

thank u sm for writing humphrey from ghosts the falling in love hcs were so good 🙏 he's my fav but there's almost nothing for him 💕

Ahhh!!!!! Thank you for reading! I love him very much, he's so lonely and I think he needs some love. Thank you for your kind words, love! ♥♥♥

The Duke seducing you headcanons.

requested by anon Happy new year everyone! ♥

When he started to notice you, for the beauty of both your body and mind, he wouldn’t do anything at first. The Duke would wait and pay close attention to your words and reactions to him.

But when he’s sure that you are at least a little interested in him, even if it's just a curiosity. Then the game begins.

He starts with simple, yet just slightly flirtatious, compliments.

"Ah, if it isn’t my favorite customer. Our little chats never fail to brighten up the gloomiest of days."

"Trying a new colour? Yes, it suits you wonderfully."

"You look radiant today, my dear."

His words are sweet like honey, and his voice is softer than a pillow, and it makes your face and body hot. And the Duke perfectly knows what an effect he has on you already.

Then he starts to give you some extra things on top of your usual purchase.

A little postcard from another country, a small trinket, a pair of warm socks. When you try to pay for it, he only waves his hand dismissively and says it’s just "a part of his first-class customer service".

He takes his time speaking with you. He even tries to prolong your meetings by telling you stories about anything and everything.

He told you about the origin of the village you live in, about the lords that rule your people, and about the world around you that you’re now forbidden to explore. and even shared some information about himself.

Being so cut out from the world, you listened to him with the same greed of a lost wanderer that found an ounce of water in the desert.

Within a matter of a couple of months, he had you wrapped around his finger.

But it was not enough for what he had in mind for you. He needed to charm you completely.

His fingers would brush against yours when he passed you your purchase while he gave you a cheeky wink.

His palm would stay on yours for just a second longer than usual.

He would slowly shorten the distance between you with each passing day.

Your meetings started to feel more intimate, more personal. And before you knew it, you had developed feelings for the Duke.

He was pleased when he noticed that you started to initiate conversations.

You were the one speaking now, telling him all about your life and thoughts and dreams.

You were talking with him late into the night without being afraid of wasting his time anymore.

You touched him first and didn’t fret about his touches.

You responded to his now more suggestive comments with your own.

And when one day you asked him to lower his face to your level to plant a goodbye kiss on his cheek, he knew that he finally had you all to himself.

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Aram Mojtabai *

Coming soon...

Raymond Reddington **

Imagine being Aram’s friend and developing a crush on Reddington.

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Hello! How are you? Please could I get a general ghosts x reader where she feels horrid, loke a cold (I feel like shit) and the ghosts just bug Alison to get stuff for you (even Fanny and Julian are concerned) ❤

Just posted it, love! Sending you virtual hugs, hope you're feeling better ♥

Imagine in a battle with Doc Ock your suit rips and explores your underwear. It makes Octavius distracted and even angers him until he realizes you’re unaware of what happened.

requested by @maraudermap000

You were breathless and sweaty. Every muscle burned beneath your skin, and your bruises and cuts hurt and bled, slowing your movements.Your blows were getting sloppier, and you knew it was just a matter of time before he caught you. But you were not going to let the supervillain (no matter how handsome you found him) know you were tired.

You try to gather all your strength for the next punch (if only it could wipe this maddening grin off his face), but the fight has lasted for a few hours already and you’re drained. At moments like this, you envied Spider-Man’s powers. If only you could shoot a web and fly away from this already. Just a few seconds would be enough, honestly. But you had no such privilege, and that’s why you missed your punch. Your fist met the wall with such force that you aimed at the older man’s face, and the anger made you cry out.

The frustration makes your body stop for a second, but your tired brain is too slow to think of the next move. And this short pause was all that Doc needed. Two upper appendages dug into your suit, breaking the fabric with ease. But before the metal could meet your skin, you managed to wiggle your way out and push the limbs away.

You were already far too gone to feel any pain at the moment, so you didn’t notice the cold metallic claws tearing the material of your suit away from your body. You haven’t felt the cold breeze of evening air on your sweaty and hot skin. You continued to fight like there was no tomorrow, which in this case, might as well be true.

But even if you were clueless about your attire, your opponent was not. At first, his face became unreadable, but at least the smirk was finally gone. Doctor Octopus started to lose his fire, and it both surprised and gave you a new strike of energy. You noticed how his eyes didn’t meet yours anymore and wondered what the hell was going on in that twisted head of his. Did he feel shame all of a sudden? He nearly destroyed a city, a whole world. He was robbing banks and throwing citizens like rag dolls, and he only started to feel something now. Truly, this man was a mystery to you, even after all this time.

All of a sudden, he stopped, and you landed on your back. Ouch!

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

He sounded so angry, like these battles weren't nearly every day on both of your schedules now. You were beyond confused. You opened your mouth to ask him what the hell he meant by that, but he didn’t let you.

"If this is your distraction plan, this is honestly pathetic. Your… harlotry won’t do you any good."

Har… harlotry?? What?!

"Excuse me? What the fuck do you even mean, you madman?"

"Your lack of underwear, darling. Or do you mean to tell me you’re not aware of that? That just proves my words then…"

Shocked by his words, you lowered your gaze to have a look at your body and gasped loudly. Fuck… Now this was embarrassing. Your suit was ruined completely. There was a huge gap in the material all the way from your neck to your left thigh. And it revealed your body. You are covered for the most part, except for the thin line of the thongs under your stomach. Of course you had to wear these things instead of regular pants today, of all days.

You crossed your legs and covered as much skin as you could with your arms and knees. You couldn’t lift your eyes from the ground, silently hoping that he wouldn’t say or do anything… inappropriate. Your face was burning enough already and all you wanted was for the ground to swallow you whole.

You’ve heard the shuffling of clothes and metal and felt something heavy covering your spine like a huge blanket.

"It has holes in the back, but at least your front is covered."

Doctor Octopus’s voice is quiet and almost shy. Finally, you meet his eyes again. Your own embarrassment mirrors his. Alright, you didn’t expect this reaction, but it was nice of him. Very nice. Too nice, given that a few minutes ago he was ready to kill you. Or was he, really?

Suddenly, all of the events of the day crush down on you, and you feel every little scratch on your body, every breeze of air and the sharpness of asphalt under your butt. Your body is exhausted, as is your mind, and all you want is to take a shower and fall dead asleep for the next few days.

Your eyelids feel heavy and you ignore any norms of your relationship with the criminal in front of you and whisper: "Take me home."

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