A/n: This is a request I got last year and I'm so sorry it took me so long. With work and the holidays, I ended up a bit overwhelmed. I hope you like it though and thank you so much for the request 🧡
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"Are you sure you can't tell who I am?" You asked your friend as you both stood in the corner of the ballroom.
It was a masquerade and while your shyness usually kept you from attending big events like this, it was different this time. You were hiding behind a silver mask, you were free from the prying eyes... or so you thought.
Before you could reach for a glass of wine, another hand went for it before you. A strong masculine hand yet somehow delicate.
"Allow me," the gentleman handed you the glass.
"Thank you..." You accepted it and before you even realized, your friend had vanished, leaving you alone with the masked stranger.
"May I ask what is your name?" He kissed the back of your hand gently.
"Uh- I was hoping nobody would ask," you chuckled nervously.
"Alright then, no name. I can work with that, Princess," He quickly took his mask off, not too fond of hiding himself and his best features. "I am Giacomo Casanova."
"Casanova? Really?" Your eyes grew as you recognized the name everyone had been repeating. "You are so different than what I expected."
"Really? How so?" He asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"I thought you'd be... less pleasant."
"I don't know if I should be flattered or offended," Giacomo laughed. "Thank you though."
Giacomo had a talent, a special skill to make people feel special. He knew how charming he was and he was happy to use his God-given gifts to enchant everyone he met.
"So... being the Casanova, I imagine you only want one thing from me?"
"Oh yes," he smirked and winked, kissing up your hand to your forearm, reaching your shoulder, your neck, and finally your ear. "A dance."
That request was innocent enough, you couldn't say no to those big blue eyes and that smile.
Giacomo guided you to the dance floor and placed his hand on the small of your back while the other gently caressed the back of your neck.
"I do not think we've ever met before, I would remember your eyes. I would remember you scent and the warmth of your body, the sound of your voice, the graceful way you carry yourself," he mused.
"You are right, our paths have never crossed before," you confirmed.
"I do pray our paths will be intertwined from this moment on..."
"I do not think you would be too pleased with the face that hides under my mask."
"That is bollocks! I am sure you are lovely, every woman is lovely in their own way. I've never in my whole life met a single woman whose beauty I couldn't appreciate."
After dancing some more, swaying around the room without having to worry about your insecurities, Giacomo leaned in and tried to steal a kiss, you quickly backed away with a little yelp.
"Sorry, so sorry," you mumbled. "I just, I feel like I can't breathe..."
"It is quite crowded in here, allow me to escort you outside. You can get some fresh air and-"
"Are you just trying to get me alone?"
"Even though I would like nothing more than being alone with you having our the stars as our witnesses... I promise on my life and my honor, I won't do anything you are not comfortable with."
It was easy to believe him, he sounded genuine because he was. There was never a more honorable and truthful man in Italy. He could be a scoundrel at times, but an honest and upfront one.
The garden was like a fairytale, a labyrinth of hedges and trees, colorful flowers everywhere bathed in silver moonlight.
"You should take your mask off, miss, it might help you breathe," Casanova suggested.
You thought for a moment, it was somewhat dark and you didn't feel like he'd judge you. The mask was really a tad suffocating, so you took it off.
"It does feel better," you admitted.
Giacomo stared at you for a brief moment and smiled as if he had a great revelation.
"You are even more beautiful than I imagined, a face like yours should never be hidden," he gently caressed your cheek. "Such perfection, the lips, the eyes, the nose. I could get lost, whoever made you believe you're not a masterpiece is a fool."
Nobody truly had made you feel insecure, you simply looked at other women and thought they were so much more beautiful... but none of that mattered, not when Giacomo looked at you with those awestruck eyes.
"I'm not all that," you chuckled. "You've had so many women, I'm just... me."
"What a wonderful thing to be," he murmured before leaning in again to kiss you, this time you let him.
His lips are so soft and gentle, but leave a burning trail when they touch your feverish skin. His tongue tastes of wine and desire, you had never felt like this before.
"Would you like to see more?" You asked, feeling suddenly bold.
"I'd be honored to," he chuckled as he slowly unbuttoned your gown.
He explored your thighs under the soft cotton chemise and your breasts under the stays. He knew exactly where to touch and how to touch, but still he made you feel like his very first lover.
Giacomo pulled his shirt off, and you smiled, reaching for his trousers.
"Oh look at you, what an eager little thing," he teased. "Go on."
Seeing him like that lit a fire in you, you pushed him gently down on the bench and climbed into his lap, straddling him. You slowly sank, taking his hardened length in until your bodies became one.
"You're a dream..." Giacomo moaned softly. "Please let me know your name."
"Y/n."
"Y/n," he repeated with a grin. "Just as beautiful as you."
When your lips found his a spark ignited in your chest, the pleasure growing inside you the more you heard his sinful sounds, riding him seeking your own satisfaction.
"Y/n, I'm... close," Giacomo whispered.
"Me too," you whimpered, your fingers running around the dark hair on his chest. "I want to- finish together."
He nodded holding back until he felt your velvety walls contract around him, he knew quite well when a woman reached her climax and he always felt so accomplished when he was able to provide them with such a feeling.
"Oh God," you mumbled once you were able to think clearly again.
"What is it?" Giacomo gently kissed your neck.
"I just... just gave myself to Casanova. I'm one of your conquests now."
"Don't say that," he smiled. "If you let me, I'd like to conquer you again and again for as long as you let me."
dancing with the unknown:: casanova X reader :: neutral
summary: Casanova a very free and charming man he is not one to be tamed as they would say he goes to the beat of his own drum
well y/n is the complete opposite she has to have everything under control and in order...she is one to listen to the rules
what happens when the two mix into a night of dancing.....?
A / N : hello luvs so I’m finally back to writing which makes me so so happy also I’m excited to do a casanova one cause I’m in love with the movie and also this writing ends in a cliffhanger so if you all want a part two please let me know and I hope you all enjoy me <3
word count : 962
" y/n ! come down here " my mother yelled from the living room I groaned in frustration and ran down stairs..."yes mother ? " I asked turning to her seeing my sister jane twirl around in a beautiful green dress that had white and gold flowers sowed into it I smiled the smallest bit
" dear there is a ball tonight and- " my sister cut my mother off
" and you have too come !! oh y/n it'll be so much fun and dreamy " my sister said while holding my hands and humming a tune , I scoffed " no way , I hate going out and being around those up nosers " I said while sitting down opening my book , my mother groaned and and snatched the book from my grasp ...I gasped and sunken into the chair sulking
“ you are 18 y/n and I bought a stunning dress for you also we have finally been invited to something bi-"
my mother went on with her rant .. " mother!...argh fine I'll go but I'm not socialising at all " I huffed at my mother standing up and grabbing the dress it was a beautiful off white with gold on the bottom of it . How I like it ..simple but beautiful and I groaned as her eyes lit up as she smiles and clapped her hands happily telling my sister the
"amazing news" , I shaked my head and went up to my room putting on my dress and fixing my hair struggling with it I hear a knock on my door as it opens and look to see my sister in the doorway as she smiles and walks to me
" oh y/n you look beautiful !" she says while fixing my hair a bit ... I looked at her " thank you but you look stunning" I compliment her and turned putting my shoes on as she waves me off with a thank you ..
" here you'll need this for tonight's ball..it's masquerade themed " my sister told me while handing me a mask that was white and black domino.
as I walk out to the carriage with her where our mother is waiting for us there and we all get in
{ 30 mins later at the ball }
me and my sister step out of the carriage and lopped our arms together walking to the ballroom " oh isn't it beautiful dear sister! and I heard rumors of casanova being here isn't that amazing~ " my sister squeaked all about
" so what. he's an idiot man who is too reckless for his own good" I groaned back grabbing a glass of some juice as my sister rolled her eyes and left me alone " mary ! ugh great just great " I stopped fussing noticing how beautiful the ballroom was and how a soft piano could be heard around the room I felt myself start to sway letting the music take me away into my happy spac- " good grief these women! cant get enough of me " I heard a deep voice above ....is that you god?
Then I heard a chuckle and seen a hand holding itself out for me , I grabbed it and started to rub my head looking at the person in front of me " I am no god but ... you can call me what you want miss..? the man teased as I shook my head rolling my eyes
" none of ur business mister ? " I teased back as his dark eyes met mine and he scoffed " none of ur business " he smirked and grabbed a string of my hair twirling it I glared at him and pulled my head back " as if I could care "
I told him off and started to walk to one of the outside balconies...how dare he think of me as some puppy eyed girl
as if I would be in awe of .. whoever he is .
I leaned on the stone wall and sighed as the night breaz flew through my hair and I shut my eyes enjoying ..then I heard foot steps and turned my head to look at who was behind me ..." ahh there you are miss none of your business " the unknown man grinned at me , I groaned " what do you want hm ? go bother someone else or something "
" you put up a big wall don't you ?? " he said then moved next to me " just go dance or whatever you do at balls , I'm not interested " I scoffed at him and moved over
I seen his eyes squint and his lips tighten " dance with me . "
" what? " I looked at him , he turned to me and held eye contact " you asked what I wanted and I want you to dance with me"
I shook my head laughing " uh no I don't uh dance with others-
" well you do now " he cut me off grabbing my arm and pulled me with him .
he put his hands on my waist and held my right hand , I huffed as he started to move me with a rhythm of the piano music that could be heard outside ...I felt so strange like this
his eyes held mine as our feet moved together dancing in the night air ...usually the sight of men romancing women would disgust me but now I was stuck in his eyes...he twirled me around and
let me fall into his arms over his knee as we stared at each other " I..." he moved closer cupping my face and I let my eyes shut as our lips hover over each other
"cas!! where are you!! cas" I heard a man yell the masked man opened his eyes and looked at me and put me up right and moved his hand " I uh I have to go dear" he said speed walking away..my feet took off behind him " wait!! whats your name ! please tell me ur name- I gasped as he pulled me in and whispered '..Its casanova." he smirked at me and took off running
I stood still in shock. I just danced with casanova.
special birthday delivery to @glowunderthemoon because i love you so much 💕 thank you for always being there when i need you most and for simping for charlie with me at like 5 am every morning. it means the world to me to have made a friend as special and lovely as you! never stop shining ✨
𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓉’𝓈 𝑒𝒻𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 | ᧁ.᥇.
fandom charlie cox / casanova
featuring giovanni bruni x reader (f)
rating sfwish / minors still don’t interact :)
content warning mentions of smut, aftercare, giovanni’s first time, suggested nudity
summary instead of going to carnivale, you and Giovanni shared something much more special
word count 890 / drabble
attention not proofread. drop a reblog with your likes and replies ❤️
the night sky was alive.
bursts of reds and blues explode against the coruscating stars and dissipate into pinks and greens, dissolving into a cloudless expansion.
“They’re beautiful.” you note as you stare into the atmosphere, more to yourself than to him, though he lay at the open window with you. his hand travels along the side of your bare leg, leaving goosebumps on sweat-slicked flesh, and you can feel his hazel gaze on you and only you. svelte digits of yours comb through an endless ocean of disheveled hazelnut tresses whilst Giovanni nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, leaving breathless kisses peppered about your skin. “Don’t you think so, Giovanni?”
“What’s that?” he hums, distracted. his palm coasts over your thigh and he nips at your pulse point, reveling in the way you stifle a moan behind your sealed couplet, eyelids fluttering. one time. one time beneath him and he already knows your weaknesses.
“The fireworks,” you insist, shifting to rest your elbow against the floor so that you may face him proper. he pauses his loving assault to allow you to get comfortable, now partially beneath him, and you take the opportunity to nestle into the expanse or his bare chest. peering up at him, you admire the way his tendrils drape in umber curtains about his shoulders, and how his honeyed gems sparkle as you lose yourself in them. his tiers are swollen and red from how fervently he’d kissed you, and his cheeks are glowing and pink. he seemed more like a painting, brought to life for you to appraise, beneath the dancing candlelight. both of your hands flee to frame his cheeks, smiling as you ask again. “Aren’t the fireworks beautiful?”
he seems to blush at your touch alone; so much so that you can feel the heat of it against your palms. “I wouldn’t know,” he admits, partially sheepish as he hunches forward to meet your lips with his. you allow yours to ghost over his before you pull back just an inch or two, causing his to follow, hopelessly determined to kiss you, “I’ve not been looking at a thing but you tonight.”
“Oh?” you inquire, attempting to combat a simper from playing on your lips whilst you evade his. it takes every bit of restraint you have in order to keep yourself from closing the space betwixt his pair and your own, tasting his kiss for what had to be the hundredth time tonight.
he nods, warm breath heavy on your cheeks as his mouth follows yours, his top tier grazing your bottom before you fall back on to your back. he giggled, planting one hand beside your face on the floor and finds an opportunistic position, hovering above you, “Yes, because you’re all that matters. You’re all that I care to see.”
chewing on the inside of your cheek, the specter of hesitancy creeps into your belly, making a nest by tying nervous knots, but you attempt to seem flippant, pecking his lips finally, your hands coasting down to hold his broad shoulders, “I wonder if you’ll say such things to your next lover.” you whisper against his mouth.
“I won’t have another.”
bemused, you recoil, pressing your palms into his shoulders to urge him back, if only a few inches, to search his expression. he was obviously genuine, his eyes only staring back at you, but you were still unsure. this had only been his first time, and while you knew that might have his emotions a tad scattered, you didn’t want him to make any rash confessions and risk ruining the beauty of the night. you murmur incredulous, “Giovanni, I’m not a little girl. You don’t have to tell me this just to make me feel special, I would’ve chosen to make love to you tonight even if I knew you would go on to bed a thousand wome—“
“I mean it.” he insists, the glare of the explosions and stars in the dark oceans that pour sincerity over you, “I don’t want to share my bed with another woman, or share my heart, for that matter. I’d like you to have the empty place in both.”
you believed him.
you could see it painted on his hopeful expression, he meant every word of the declaration. and your heart soars, beating so fast your chest could hardly contain it. “Then make me yours.” you hum, allowing your hands to slide down to rest against his heaving pectorals. you could feel the rapid rhythm of his heart, too, and it brought a giggle bubbling to your lips.
for a moment, he’s perplexed, face contorting into puzzlement. “How—“
“Giovanni,” you exclaim, fond, as you run your hands up to grasp either side of his nape and urge him downwards, “you know how.” to punctuate, your tiers collide with his in a heated, breathless exchange, desperate that he get the hint.
luckily, he does, and his lips stretch taut into a boyish grin against yours, hitching your thigh up on to his hip. “I know how,” he repeats against your lips, and you swallow the shallow, anxious breath he breathes on to them in a purr of anticipation. “I love you.” your name is a moan muffled by your own mouth as it smothers him in loving kisses. you can hardly find the words to reciprocate, more determined to demonstrate your love for him.
Hey guys. So with this blog 100% for sure I’ll write fics for The Doctor, Alec Hardy, Barty Crouch Jr, Peter Vincent, and Crowley (Crowley is only with Aziraphale though so no reader insert). I’m currently watching Casanova and Jessica Jones so Casanova and Kilgrave are up for grabs depending on the prompt. Any of his other characters I’ll have to do more research on, but I’m not opposed to them, but like I mention in my description I might ask if it would be cool to switch the prompt to a different character of his. These will most likely all be reader inserts.
