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Just The Two Of Us

Crowley x plus size goth female reader

summary: You’re going on the first date with the King of Hell.

warnings: none

requested by: @fat-bottom-demons

A/N: It's a bit short, but I hope you like it :)

You checked yourself in the mirror for the umpteenth time in the past hour. You smoothed the wrinkles on your dress (again) and adjusted the corset (again) so it would bring out your breasts more. You looked over your makeup critically, searching for the faults or smears of your nervous fidgeting, and were relieved to find none. It was perfect. Everything was perfect. You felt perfect.

In all honesty, you have never felt this confident about going on a first date before. Some of the first dates were awful, and sometimes people didn’t understand your set of mind or didn't like the way you looked. Which was… not so assuring and definitely didn’t add to the desire to repeat these kinds of dreadful meetings.

Despite his demonic nature, Crowley was nothing but a gentleman towards you, unlike some of your previous dates. He never said a bad word about your style, or your look, or even the sometimes melancholic thoughts that you shared with him. He adored your ability to find joy in something that others find gruesome. He was charmed that you could find beauty in death. On your second meeting, he told you right away that he was smitten by your beauty and found you the most interesting creature of all. It was no secret that a demon thought of others as plebeians, both human and demon alike, not even mentioning other creatures. But you…

He gladly and eagerly embraced your unique character, both in soul and body. He treated you like you were royalty from the very start, and it only took him a few witty remarks and a couple of charming smiles to melt your heart. He couldn’t help but delight in your curiosity when you learned of his supernatural origin.

You were one of the very few beings who were interested in him, demon and all, and didn’t try to change the way he was. And probably the first one who was curious about the insides of his work and plans for Hell without a second goal.

One night, after a cup or two, he came to the realization that you would look much better sitting on the throne beside him than in the cheap, uncomfortable chair in your pathetic place of work. And that’s how you found yourself being asked out by the king of hell.

You sighed, remembering the huge bouquet of black roses he gave you that day, along with the gorgeous (and insanely expensive looking) necklace with obsidians that now adorned your neck. The tips of your fingers gently touched one of the stones that found rest in the cleavage between your breasts, and a delicate smile formed on your ruby lips.

"You look absolutely ravishing, my Queen."

Crowley’s deep rumble startled you and nearly made you jump, but his hands quickly snaked around your form, locking you in a demon's embrace and calming your rapidly beating heart. He was wearing a deep black suit, matching your own dress, with a red tie to complement the color of your lipstick.

"Hey. You’re not bad looking yourself, your majesty."

He turned you in his arms, so he could look at your face, and now you could see the burning desire behind his eyes more clearly. It sent a delightful shiver down your spine, and you leaned into his body even more. It earned a proud chuckle from him. The sound of his delight made your cheeks warm.

He gave your lips a short peck and you struggled to suppress an unsatisfied whine from the lack of so much wanted contact, but still managed to not let out a sound. You will have time for this, no need to be a brat this early.

With a warning, he teleported you to the location of your date, and you were surprised to find yourself in a huge hall inside of what looked like an ancient castle.

In the middle of a room stood a massive table. You couldn’t place the type of wood, but it was clear that even though the piece of furniture looked great, it was very old. There were plates and two sets of cutlery on the surface of the table, along with a rich selection of dishes and a bottle of your favorite alcohol.

Crowley led you to your seat, pulled out a chair for you like a gentleman, and took his own seat on the opposite end. He poured your drinks and raised a fancy-shaped crystal glass.

"To you, my darling. And to the new beginning."

You smiled and nodded, but couldn’t help but add to his toast.

"To us."

He gave you a charming smirk, clicking your glasses, and his eyes were full of unspoken desire and promises. It sets your body on fire.

"To us."

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Ahh no problem!! Your fics are amazing, just also wanted to say! ❤️❤️❤️

Hope your well!!

thank you sooooo so much! ♥ it always hard for me to take compliments especially for my writing so you have no idea how much it means to me wish you all the best anon ♥♥♥

Imagine the Duke bandaging up your wounds

“Ah-ah-ouch!” you yelped when the man poured a generous amount of alcohol on your open wound, washing away the gore and blood and disinfecting it. 

A wild lycanthrope attacked you while you were minding your own business, harvesting the last cabbages of the season. It was outrageous. The beasts were supposed to stay out of the village, hunting outside of the visible grounds. They became more daring and hungrier with each passing day. Despite an agreement between mother Miranda and the citizens of the village, Heisenberg obviously did not care about his monsters' whereabouts and gave zero fucks about the harm they caused.

And that’s how you ended up in the carriage of the local merchant—the Duke. The man, the legend, the mystery. He did not only let you into the safety of his little cart, but also kindly offered to bandage your injury. All for free. You would be lying if you said his gentle touch and kind words were not welcomed, even before this whole nasty situation with werewolves.

When Duke tightened the fabric around the wound, a sharp pain struck your arm and you hissed at the feeling. You wanted to be stoic; you wanted him to think that you were tougher than you looked, but being an ordinary human, you couldn’t help but show your discomfort. The merchant winced as if he himself was in pain and patted your hand gently. He did not want to cause you more pain, but it was necessary.

“Oh, you poor little thing.” He cooed soothingly and stroked your cheek with his free hand. You hoped he did not notice how your breath hitched at the contact. “Those things hurt you pretty bad. I must have a word with Lord Heisenberg about his pets.”

The slight hint of anger in his voice warmed your insides and made the pain slowly melt away. It was touching that he cared enough for you, a simple customer, as he called all of the villagers, to feel something and even confront one of the lords on your behalf. It was tempting to think he gave you special treatment, but you guessed he would be kind enough to treat any of the villagers like that. Of course, you would never dare be so bold to actually ask about it, giving preference to simply basking in the feeling.

requested by anon

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Y/n: *breaking in the Doc Ock's cave*

Doc Ock, on the verge of tears: What are you doing in my house... what are you doing in my house?

Y/n: *tries to touch his tiddies* I wAnT WaffLE frIEs

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! ♥

could you please do a 'dating thomas drake headcanons' from the episode bernie cliftons dressing room in in9? 😊

Hello, lovely! Yay, IN9 request!!! Thank you do much, hope you like it!

gif credit: @/kitmarlowe

Dating Thomas Drake headcanons

🎬 Lemme tell you, the progress of your relationships from co-workers to friends to lovers was a hell of a ride

🎬 He is a professional most and foremost, so he didn’t melt at you betting eyes on him and flirt, not at first (or at least not when people could see him)

🎬 So you’ve had to try really hard to get his attention the way you wanted it

🎬 But when you finally did? Nothing changes lol At least not at workplace, he is still your boss, but he does melt every time you as much as glance his way

🎬 It’s gonna be a long way of gaining his trust and love for him to open up to you, but it’s so worth it

🎬 He is very romantic and can go beyond his way and budget to give you everything

🎬 Dress? A car? Breakfast to bed? Breakfast AND dinner at the top of the Eiffel tower?? You name it, you get it

You will be spoiled rotten

🎬 But even that doesn’t stop him. For some reason he is afraid of wasting time and opportunities

🎬 He is a fan of smile gestures though

🎬 Hand on his elbow when you two are out on some sort of party/gala

🎬 Exchanging small meaningful smiles between talking

🎬 A cute note in his suitcase

🎬 His heart just… beats for you and only you

🎬 Thomas hates nicknames, it reminds him of his past, so you should feel very special because you are the only one who allows to call him any nickname you want

🎬 He loves theater, but he will find a thousand reasons to refuse to go to any plays/musicals//opera/whatever even with you (it would break my heart for sure bc i adore theater in any way)

🎬 If you would decide to have kids one day he will do plays with and for them

🎬 Drake is a softy actually, so your children will be daddy’s princess/prince

🎬 After work you would usually sit on a balcony drinking wine, listening to some music and he will give your fingers the lightest of kisses, tickling slightly just to hear your giggles

🎬 Dancing to the slow music in the living room (even after many many years together)

🎬 Life with him will be an absolute domestic bliss ♥

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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

Otto Octavius having a crush on you, his coworker and secret vigilante, headcanons.

requested by anon Part 2

When you started to work at Oscorp Industries, you never meant to fall in love with anyone, let alone with your coworker.

You highly valued both of your lives, as a scientist and as a vigilante, and spent nearly all of your time in the labs and on the street rather than at home.

But when you met Otto Octavius, you just couldn't help it. He was just so sweet, and kind, and smart… And his unrivaled intelligence and desire to make the world a better place quickly won your heart.

But you couldn’t let your little silly crush ruin your career and endanger his life, so you stayed silent even when the man himself started to be more and more friendly with you.

What you didn’t know is that Otto was slowly developing feelings for you as well.

He was even more hesitant to confess his progressively growing feelings for you.

Somehow, he got the impression that you weren’t interested in him romantically. And after he convinced himself that you would never be, against his own beliefs, he bottled up these feelings and went with the role of your friend.

And Otto was the best friend one could ever ask for.

He always asks about your day and listens to your ramblings.

He remembered every small detail you told him about yourself, from your favorite color to the worst day of high school.

He made sure you were taking care of yourself and getting enough sleep.

After six months, he fell so deeply in love with you that he was so sure, if he had an artist's talent, he would draw your face without a sketch, just from his memory.

You started to spend more time together and late evenings in the laboratory turned into small friendly dates in the nearby cafes and then moved to his or yours apartments.

You did not notice when you became so comfortable around each other that you started to get touchy-feely. It wasn't until one of your friends pointed it out that you realized how close you two had become.

But even if you started to notice the change in his demeanor around you, you didn’t have the guts to act on it.

And as if you haven't had enough on your plate, a new crazy villain has appeared in NYC, wreaking havoc and killing civilians.

Your second life was consuming your nights more and more, and it was taking a toll on your ability to do your job as a process engineer.

Otto paid close attention to the changes in you, but didn’t say anything until one day you fell asleep (read as fainted) on your desk in the middle of the day.

You promised him that it was nothing, that you were just tired, but the bruises on your arms and chin (and even neck) did nothing to convince him that it ‘was nothing’.

You wanted to tell him, seeing how the state of your body and mind pained him, how much he wanted to help and find out what was going on with you.

But your secret identity already had a long list of enemies. You were not so selfish to endanger the only man you loved.

And you were determined to keep this part of your life secret until the dying day, but life (or rather, the Goblin) had other plans.

You found out through Spidey that this monster planted a set of bombs in the orphanage near the ministry.

It took two hours to transport children and workers to a safe place and defuse all of the bombs. Or so you thought.

When Spider-Man was ready to fly away, the Goblin made an appearance.

He did not give you even a moment to rest, attacking you furiously and without an ounce of pity.

You have never faced these kinds of villains before. The force and rage behind his blows and punches scared you, maybe for the first time in years.

But most of all, it exhausted you. Even when you had Spider-Man by your side, it was not enough to defeat the insane maniac.

When your body was ready to fall, you heard manic laughter and felt a pair of strong hands pulling you away.

Then the ground where you stood just a second ago exploded, and the world disappeared.

When you opened your eyes again, it was quiet. There was no Goblin or Spider-Man around, only dust and dirt.

You almost literally crawled to the labs. After a short internal debate, you came to the conclusion that it was a much shorter way than the one to your house.

Here you could take a shower, change your clothes, and even use a medkit. A luxury you did not have at home. If you’re lucky enough, maybe you will find something to eat.

But the moment the doors of the large elevator opened, you already knew you wouldn't make it to the locker room.

You could barely move your feet. Exhaustion and loss of blood were making it hard to breathe and stay conscious.

When you opened the door to your office, you heard a familiar voice.

In this wrecked state, you didn’t even question his presence in your office this late at night.

He didn’t recognize you in your costume and mask. He frowned. Confusion and concern were written all over his face. His face… You thought it was the most beautiful face you had ever seen.

He was a vision. He must be. Why else would he be in your office when you needed him the most?

Finally, after what felt like hours, but probably didn't take more than a few seconds, his brain connected all the dots.

"Yn?"

He couldn’t believe it. The person he loved the most, his fellow scientist and dear colleague, was one of the most famous vigilantes.

He opened his mouth, but he had no time to ask whatever it was on his mind.

With his name on your lips, you collapse right into his strong arms.

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Hello! Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays! I was just wondering, after discovering your blog, if you're still writing for Inside no.9, or League of Gentleman?

Hi! My requests are closed, I don't have time or inspiration to write anymore unfortunately :( Maybe in the future I'll pick up from where I left but for now I'm not writing anything. Thank you very much for reading my stuff, it means so much to me ♥ Have a great day!

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