I am new to the strange obsession, but oh my gosh your works are amazing. I just want sinister strange to do whatever he wants and for me to say thanks afterwards.
I dunno what to say omg thank you thank you thank you love 🥺✨ im honestly surprised ppl still show up on my blog lol
I have so many things I wanna do but with my condition i can’t do much but i should be fully cleared to go home by tuesday ✨
but i agree. i was never really into Strange until this movie. i mean i love his design and ive drawn him many times before but idk he just didnt speak to me before now.
i have the filthiest shit to write and draw i am so vile and feral because of it but so is he. they knew exactly what they were doing when then designed him omfg. i have a HC that he’s really into bondage (including self bondage) and its killing me. its killing me that i cant write it all rn.
you did not ask for this, so i apologize in advance. but ive had this little thing rolling in my head so -
Sinister seems like he used to be a professor and its driving me crazy thinking about him in a AU being the low toned sort of teacher who everyone respects. never raises his voice (and doesnt have to) to get his pupils to behave because he’s also silently terrifying. you can hear a pin drop in his class, even when its a study period and he’s sipping his coffee and reading a book. could probably make a student cry without even trying, without even looking at them (tho he will glance to see the tears) and would secretly enjoy it because he’s a bloody bastard. takes no shit and is clearly passionate about teaching and I just wanna see him in glasses and at a desk fiddling with papers? like look-
In this Professor Sinister! AU id say he definitely smells like dark roast coffee and old books. wears a sort of musky, old timey smelling cologne with spicy citrus notes. keeps to himself, doesn’t really interact with the other professors, but may strike up a short conversation with maintenance or the cleaning staff in the evening. even though he’s a strict man he sports a more casual appearance than one would think. im thinking just regular slacks n shoes, rolled up sleeves to his forearms, usually wears a black turtleneck or dark button down shirt with a few too many buttons open if the AC is busted (again), thick salt and pepper hair slightly tussled as its been run through by his fingers because these fucking kids can’t even double space their essays how did they pass high-school.
crystal eyes lingering a bit too long on an unsuspecting pupil who is always well behaved and attentive. openly teases them to the point of hot embarrassment when they ask to be excused to the restroom, even though they asked so nicely and they really have to go. but ,” ah, ah, not until i say so.” “you know you just went 10 minutes ago” “you took too long last time”
purposefully writes comments on their papers ‘see me after class’, even if its the most well-written dissertation he’s read all year. he’s rather knowledgeable and will always find something to offer correction on. as ‘punishment’, he tells them to help him prepare for the next class by writing what he tells them on the chalkboard. this is when his usual low key tone, shifts to something else.
The professor not so subtly stares at them, scrutinizing their handwriting and how their dainty wrists move under his command. no, Professor Strange definitely does not get off to how they struggle when he asks them to write higher, up on their tip toes and a bit wobbly. he’ll make them erase a whole line if they make a single mistake in their penmanship (which is easy because of how tired and cramped they are getting). he’ll cruelly mock them, “are you getting distracted?” “we can try something easier if this is too hard for you” “why are you stopping, you’re not finished yet” “i mean, Jesus, it looks awful. but i guess if that’s the best you can do-“
and if he’s feeling particularly snippy he’ll snap a ruler on his desk to startle them, possibly messing them up further, barely bothering to stop the smile dancing on his lips. he still throws in a smart ‘thank you’ when theyre done that definitely doesn’t make up for his brash behavior. its hard to tell if his harsh interactions are serious or a ploy of flirtation, but its intense enough to get under the skin every time that they are completely flustered when they gather their things to leave his room.
its wrong to be tormenting his own innocent pupil like this- many would say the poor thing doesn’t deserve it and the professor's intentions aren’t noble. but its not wrong if they keep coming back, right? not that he gives a damn, nor gives them much of a choice; he’s not exactly a model on morality. besides, a man can have a little fun, no?
i just- love him. i love him i love him
as soon as i saw him i knew it was curtains for me. he is utter perfection because sinister is just so fucking broken and deliciously unhinged and loosely disguised as a quiet gentleman. i love the fact he’s self aware enough to know he’s a filthy bastard but he just. doesnt. care. and like great! neither do i sweetheart. id beg this man to break me, and like please sir call me all the names.
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I read something earlier but now I lost it and it’s all I can do to stop myself from thinking about needy Choso. Like imagine him sliding his hand under your shirt because he cannot stand to not be touching you. Like just rubbing on your nipple absentmindedly until you’re rutting against him on the couch. Fully clothed except for the boob popping out of your tank top. He’s so fucking scrumptious I’ve got cute aggression about it.
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I'm actually obsessed with the idea of neuvillette loving to eat you out
Like mmmmm yes sir place me on ur desk as you kneel down and desperately eat me out
bbro he's such a mess when it comes to fucking/eating you out, you could almost dominate him but Nuh uh, he'll fix that with denying you ur orgasm and edging you until you learn your lesson
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hello friends and neighbors! this year's goretober is going to be something special. those who've been around a while might remember the time i wrote a japanese folklore-inspired erotic horror story in 31 parts. i'm feeling ambitious this year and would like to do something similar but different.
the drift is what happens when reality gets soft and slippery. cities wander. otherworldly cults and customs govern everyday life. nightmares made flesh prowl the foggy highways between places. as a "child of the road," you were born with a sixth sense for navigation and a sense of wanderlust. delivery work is dangerous in a place like this, but risking it all on the road is the only way to learn about the drift and yourself.
this project will be an episodic series of erotic horror stories, all set in the same world and following the same reader character. i don't know for sure how it'll turn out but i intend to lean into body horror and surreal horror this year. i'm really looking forward to this one and i hope you'll enjoy it too!
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if your reaction to the release of palestinian "prisoners" (hostages who were kidnapped on either entirely false or exaggerated charges which are often followed by torture and solitary confinement) getting released and reuniting with their families and their people - often times, for the first time in years, or since they were children and are either still children or have gotten older while imprisoned - and your response is "israel shouldn't release criminals" 1) fuck you 2) you're getting blocked 3) i hope YOU are never put in a position where your entire existence and the mere instance of you existing on your own historical land is criminalized and you are so dehumanized to the point where your oppressor not only seeks to demonize you and condemn and mock and ridicule every facet of your life and your struggle and your desire to live free of oppression but to also erase you entirely from the historical, human record of existence.
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