Can I Request A Fluff Cardan X Reader Fic?? We Need More Content About Him On This App

can i request a fluff cardan x reader fic?? we need more content about him on this app 😭

Of course! I love Cardan so much!

Love

The sun was setting over the Faerie Court, casting a warm golden glow over the lush gardens. You walked hand-in-hand with Cardan, the faerie prince whose mischievous grin had stolen your heart. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the distant sound of laughter from the revelry taking place in the heart of the court.

Cardan led you to a secluded part of the garden, where a beautiful tree with silver leaves stood, its branches swaying gently in the evening breeze. He had a mysterious twinkle in his eyes, the kind that always made you wonder what he was up to.

"I have a surprise for you," he said, his voice soft and filled with affection.

You raised an eyebrow, smiling. "A surprise? Should I be worried?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Not this time. Close your eyes."

Trusting him, you closed your eyes and felt him guide you forward a few steps. You could hear the rustle of leaves and the soft chirping of night creatures beginning to awaken. After a moment, he stopped and gently turned you to face him.

"Open your eyes," he whispered.

You opened your eyes and gasped. Before you was a small, enchanting picnic setup under the silver-leaved tree. Soft blankets were spread out on the grass, adorned with an array of your favorite foods and delicate faerie lights that glowed softly, casting a magical light over everything.

"Cardan, this is beautiful," you said, turning to look at him with awe.

He smiled, a rare, genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat. "I thought we could use a quiet evening together, away from the chaos of the court. Just you and me."

You sat down on the blankets, and Cardan joined you, his hand never leaving yours. The two of you spent the evening talking, laughing, and enjoying each other's company. He fed you pieces of exotic fruit and told you stories of his childhood, some funny, some sad, but all of them made you feel closer to him.

At one point, you leaned back against the tree, Cardan’s head resting in your lap. You played with his dark hair, your fingers tracing gentle patterns on his scalp. His eyes were closed, a content smile playing on his lips.

"You know," you said softly, "I never imagined I would find such peace in a place like this."

He opened his eyes and looked up at you, his gaze tender. "And I never imagined I would find someone who could make me feel so... loved."

Your heart swelled with emotion, and you bent down to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. "You deserve all the love in the world, Cardan."

He reached up and cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin softly. "As long as it's your love, I need nothing else."

You leaned into his touch, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the faerie lights or the setting sun. In that moment, everything was perfect, and you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, side by side.

As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, you and Cardan lay together under the silver-leaved tree, wrapped in each other’s arms. The world outside could wait; for now, you had everything you needed right here.

I hope you enjoyed this fluffy Cardan x reader fic! If there’s anything else you’d like, feel free to let me know.

Peaches

Okay so this is my oc I made for Supernatural. Her name is Evangelina Storm, She has red hair and brown skin, and she is a half human half fae. She's dating Dean, and she is a total badass. But she is also shy and a bit Innocent. Also I was listening to Queen Bey... so any of my Beyhive recognize the title...

Warnings: Sexual Innuendos, if there is anything else...

Evangelina's voice filled the Impala as she sang along to Beyoncé's "Partition," her melodic tones weaving through the air with a sweet innocence that Dean found utterly captivating. But as the lyrics reached a particularly suggestive line, Evangelina faltered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she glanced sheepishly at Dean.

"He likes to call me Peaches when we get this nasty," she sang softly, her voice trailing off as she realized the truth behind the lyrics.

Dean's lips curled into a smug smirk as he met Evangelina's gaze, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Well, would you look at that," he teased, his tone filled with playful mischief. "Guess Queen Bey knows us pretty well, huh?"

Evangelina lowered her gaze, unable to suppress a shy smile at Dean's teasing remark.

Meanwhile, Sam, seated in the passenger seat, let out an exasperated sigh, his expression a mixture of annoyance and disgust.

"Seriously, you two?" he groaned, rolling his eyes in exasperation. "Can't we just have one car ride without the innuendos?"

But Dean, undeterred by Sam's disapproval, simply grinned wider, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he leaned towards Evangelina.

"Peaches," he murmured, his voice filled with affectionate amusement. "Looks like Beyoncé approves of our nickname."

Evangelina's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn't help but giggle at Dean's antics, her heart warmed by the playful affection between them.

And as the Impala cruised down the open road, filled with laughter and music, Dean couldn't help but feel grateful for the innocent sunshine beside him, and the joy she brought into his life, one Beyoncé song at a time.

REALLLLLLL

My ancestors looking down at me as I talk about how much I love white men

Hi hii I'm the one who sent the az request! AND I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT!! 🩷🩷

would you write reader saying something she doesn't mean and making az cry and then comforting him? (Established relationship btw so like they're already mated) basically the same thing but roles reversed 😭 I'm sorry I just love angst to fluff too much!! Thank you and have nice day/night bb <333

Warnings: Cursing, Angst, Azriel crying, slight mean Azriel.

At Least Tell Me

You slam the door as you go into your bedroom, everyone in the House flinching. Cassian walks into Rhysand's office, confusion all over his face. "What's wrong with Y/n?" He asks.

Rhys sighs heavily. "Azriel's on a mission, and he's coming back tonight." Cassian tilts his head. "Shouldn't she be happy?"

"Azriel didn't tell her that she left." Rhys sighs. Cassian's eyes widen. "How did she not-" "Azriel told her that he was going to visit his mother for a day and was going to return this morning. He has been gone three days, and Feyre darling told her yesterday that he was on a mission. Y/n has been slamming doors ever since." Rhys says, exasperated. Cassian shakes his head. "Y/n's temper rivals Nes, we may have to evacuate the house just because." Rhys snorts.

Time Skip-

Azriel lands on the balcony of the house, being greeted by his High Lady. "Y/n is pissed at you." Feyre says. Azriel's shoulders slump. "I know." "It's going to be bad." Feyre says. Azriel nods, and walks into the house, ready to face the wrath of his mate.

You knew Azriel was in the house. You overheard your older sister talking to him. But the rage bubbling inside was hard to keep a lid on it.

The door opens to reveal your mate, his wings drooped slightly. You turn to face your vanity, not bothering to make eye contact in the mirror with him. "I'm home." Azriel says.

"That's a first." You say coldly. Azriel sighs. "Y/n-"

"No don't you Y/n me! What the fuck Azriel?" You shout. Azriel flinches slightly, and the mask of the shadowsinger appears in that second. "I did what I had to do."

You laugh. "You did what you had to do." You laugh some more. "Did we hear that?" You yell, laughter erupting from you. Azriel rolls his eyes at you. "Azriel, you lied to me! Do you not see what's wrong with that? I was worried for you! I thought something happened to you!"

You come closer to him. "You don't need to worry about me." He says. "That was being reckless." You snap. Azriel lets out a cold, mocking laugh. "Now that's a joke. Miss Reckless, calling me reckless!" He scoffs. The shadows move about, flurrying in the range of emotions between the two of you.

You let out a yell of frustration. "See this is why I fucking hate you Azriel! By the gods, somedays I just want to fucking leave and never return!"

You cover your mouth, eyes widening. Azriel goes still, his shadows dropping. The house grows silent. You step back and Azriel rushes toward you. He kneels and clings to your legs. "A-Angel, I'm sorry. I'm so-" Huge sobs cut him off as he sobs into your stomach. "Angel please don't-" he sobs. "Please don't leave me. You can hate me all you want, just don't leave me."

Your heart breaks as you kneel to meet Azriel's height. "Oh no. Baby I'm so sorry. It cannot make up for my words and I'll do anything to make it up to you. Darling I'm so sorry." You wipe his tears away.

Azriel pulls you into his lap and buries his face into your neck. "Just don't leave me. Don't leave me." He sobs. "Oh baby, I'm not leaving you. I don't hate you, not at all. Oh baby." You coo, rocking the both of you left and right.

Finally, his sobs quiet, and he pulls away to look at you. "I'm sorry baby." You whisper. He shakes his head. "I'm sorry for lying to you. I shouldn't have. I should have been up front, and-"

You kiss him, interrupting his rant, and he desperately kisses you back. You break away and rest your forehead against his. "Do you want to take a bath first, then nap? Or do you want to nap, then take a bath?" You whisper. "Nap." He murmurs. He picks you up and carries you to your shared bed. You take off your dress, revealing your bra and panties, and Azriel strips down to his boxers.

You get into the bed first, opening the covers for him. Azriel follows right behind you and buries his face into your stomach, and you run your hands through his black hair, slowly putting him to sleep.

Can I request Grayson Hawthorne and a pregnant reader please???

I love my baby Grayson!

Our Baby?

You place your hand over your mouth, covering the silent sobs. You were having a baby with Grayson. But he's made it clear for a while that he didn't want a baby. Now you were panicking. You hear a knock on the door and you whip your head around. "Lovely? Are you okay in there?" You hear Grayson asks, worry placing in your tone. "I'm fine my love!" You say, and quickly hide the pregnancy test in your back pocket. "Lovely, you have been in there for thirty minutes. Are you feeling well?" He asks. "Grayson, my darling, I am fine." You call out. "I just- want to be alone for a second!” You say. You can feel him shift around outside the door. “Well, are you sure?” “Yes!” You say. “I’m coming in.” He says firmly. “Wait-” You squeak and he burst through the door.

Grayson leans against the bathroom sink. “You’re lying to me.” He whispers. “I-I’m not!” You stutter a bit, but keep your composure. Grayson walks over and kneels in front of you. “Lovely, please tell me the truth.” He caresses your face. Tears start to spring to your eyes. “You’ll leave me.” You whisper.

“I could never.”

“You will!” You sob. Grayson hurriedly wipes your tears away. “If not leave you’ll hate me.” You sob. Grayson grips your chin to look you in your eyes. “I won’t. Because I love you so much, I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.” He says with such intensity. You sigh, and pull the test out of your pocket. “I’m pregnant Gray.” You whisper. Grayson looks at the pregnancy test with wide eyes. “Our Baby?” He whispers. You nod. Grayson picks you up and spins you around and you squeal. “We’re having a baby!” He smiles and peppers kisses all over you. You giggle softly and he places a hand on your stomach.

“Our baby.” He smiles and kisses you passionately.

I just read your Alex Volkov x reader and let me tell you I LOVE your writing! If you have the time I would absolutely appreciate it, if you could write a Christian Harper x reader, which includes some grovelling and smut, thanks!

I'm Sorry

WARNINGS: smut, christian harper being somewhat out of character( i don't know really).

The late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow over the cityscape as you stood on the balcony, the cool breeze doing little to calm your racing thoughts. It had been a week since the argument with Christian, a week of silence that felt like an eternity. You wondered if the rift between you was too wide to mend, if the words spoken in anger had irreparably damaged your bond.

The sound of footsteps approaching broke your reverie. Turning, you saw Christian standing at the threshold of the balcony, his usually confident demeanor now tinged with uncertainty. His brown eyes, once filled with mischief and charm, now held a look of deep regret.

"Can we talk?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, unable to trust your voice. Christian stepped closer, his presence overwhelming but comforting. He took a deep breath, running a hand through his dark hair, a habit you knew signaled his inner turmoil.

"I messed up," he began, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of sorrow and determination. "I said things I didn't mean, and I hurt you. I let my pride and anger get in the way, and for that, I am truly sorry."

You looked away, the hurt still fresh in your heart. "Christian, it's not just about what you said. It's about feeling like you don't trust me, like you don't see me as your equal."

He took another step closer, closing the distance between you. "You're right. I was wrong to make you feel that way. You are my equal, and I do trust you. I let my insecurities cloud my judgment, and I pushed you away when I should have been pulling you closer."

Tears welled in your eyes, but you blinked them back, refusing to let them fall. "It's not that easy, Christian. Words alone can't fix this."

"I know," he replied, his voice breaking slightly. "But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right. I can't lose you, not like this."

He reached out, gently taking your hand in his. "Please, give me a chance to prove to you that I can change, that I can be the man you deserve."

You looked down at your joined hands, feeling the warmth of his touch and the sincerity in his plea. Slowly, you raised your eyes to meet his, searching for the truth in his words.

"Actions speak louder than words, Christian," you said softly. "Show me that you mean it."

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"Oh fuck!" You cry out as Christian pounds into you. "You're so beautiful." He grunts. You let out a gasp as he sucks another hickey on your neck. "I'm so sorry baby." He murmurs as he caresses your hips. "I-oh- I do!" You whimper. "Good." He growls. He pounds you into the mattress harder, cause your moans to get louder. Soon, you feel that coil in your stomach begin to tighten. "I'm close! Christian, I'm so close!" You mewl. "You are?" He murmurs.

You nod frantically. "Then come." He says.

I'm sorry that this is so half-assed. I am slowly losing motivation, and I just need to keep going through my inbox.