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geeky-politics-46 · 7 months
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Show Me/Her Prize
Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!
Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader
Summary: You discover Stephen's little panty stealing habit and request a demonstration of what he does with them.
Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - mutual masturbation, dirty talk, panty stealing, slight dom/sub, sub Sinister, slight degradation, fingering, reference to oral sex, reference to vaginal sex, pet names, language
This is a follow-up to my story "His Prize". The idea was first posited in a comment from @ppatricia34me & the mutual masturbation theme requested by @ironstrange1991. Thank you for the ideas, as I'm quite proud of this one!
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"Stephen, did I drop some laundry in the hallway? This can't be all of it." 
Your voice echoed through the Sanctum and quickly found your lover's ear. From his spot in the living room, where he had been perched with some ancient tome he was rereading, Stephen stood up and started to scan the hall you had just come from for anything you may have dropped. 
He carefully placed the book down and continued looking around the floor to no avail. There didn't appear to be anything you had dropped and left behind. He even retraced your steps, ending in the doorway of the master bedroom. Where he found you sitting on your shared bed sorting through a large load of freshly dried laundry.
"I didn't see anything in the hall, my love. Why? What's wrong?" 
By now, you had started separating the clothes into distinct piles. One for his robes, one for his casual wear and boxers, one for your daily clothes, one for your pajamas, and lastly, one for your bras and panties. The last pile was definitely the smallest and seemed to be the source of your conundrum. Without looking up from the pile, you answered. 
"It's just weird, I can only find one pair of my underwear, and there should definitely be more than that." 
Oh shit. 
He tried to keep his expression neutral as you rooted through the piles of clothes again. Checking to make sure they weren't stuck inside sleeves or pant legs. Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion and slight frustration. 
He knew you weren't going to find them because he knew where they all really were. Sitting in the bottom right-hand drawer of his desk in his study. All stained with his cum. Having taken them to enjoy on his own. He didn't realize he must have pilfered quite so many. He certainly didn't intend for you to notice.
Or maybe he secretly did. Why else would he have kept doing it? Why else would he let himself take another pair without returning the last pair? It had all started with that purple lace pair he loved so much. Now, his drawer held a veritable rainbow of colors and fabrics. 
Really, it was all your fault. He had never been this way before you. Never stolen another girlfriend's panties before. Never been this insatiable before. It was just something about you that had him so obsessed and needy. He practically felt drunk every time you touched him. You just had this power over him. How could he resist taking your panties? 
He could fix this though. All he had to do was make it look like you had just missed a pile of laundry in the dryer. He would just go get your underwear out of his drawer, except maybe that favorite purple pair, use his magic to clean them and then bring them back, saying they were still in the dryer.
Yeah, that was it. That was what he would do. In the future, he would just be more careful about keeping his little collection under control because he definitely didn't intend to stop. He just had to go get them before you finished what you were doing and went to go check the dryer yourself.
"Tell you what, my love, why don't I go check to make sure you didn't miss some clothes in the dryer or drop them in the basement. You know how dark it can get down there. Don't you move a muscle." 
With that, he turned on a heel and walked out of the room in large strides that were just a bit too quick to appear innocent. You waited just a moment to follow him. Assuming that if he was up to something, you wanted to catch him red-handed. 
As soon as he was out of your view, he nearly ran to his office. Quickly unlocking the drawer with his magic and pulling all of your panties up onto his desk. Noticing just how out of control his habit had gotten, but still not wanting to give back any of them. Not when he now had such fond memories of each and every pair.
He quickly started sorting through them, trying to find the purple pair he refused to surrender, and maybe one or two others he just couldn't bear to part with. Did he want to keep the comfy cotton ones that weren't super sexy but held your scent the best? Or did he want to keep the tiny little black lace ones that hardly qualified as panties but looked so good both on you and wrapped around his cock? 
That was how you found him. Standing behind his desk with a mountain of your panties in front of him. Black lace pair in one hand and the cotton pair in the other. Eyes darting back and forth like he was dealing with a filthy Sophie's choice.
Once he realized you were standing in the doorway, he could have quite literally died of embarrassment. He wanted to crawl under the desk and pretend this was all some hormone driven nightmare. His cheeks immediately flushed bright red. Actually, they matched the really soft crimson red pair of your panties that had little penguins on them that also happened to be sitting right in front of him on his desk.
"Uhhh… don't freak out okay. This isn't what it looks like." 
That was the best response to your questioning face that he could come up with. He knew it wasn't a good response. Is it ever good when you have to use the phrases 'don't freak out' or 'this isn't what it looks like'? 
What made it even worse was that he couldn't seem to pry his fingers loose from your panties. So, instead of dropping the two the pairs he had been holding, he reflexively hid them behind his back. 
You tried as best as you could to not give away how close to falling apart with laughter you were. Of all the things you thought you might find, this was definitely not what you would have guessed. Stephen's flustered 'teenage boy caught with a Playboy' appearance made him look even more adorable and 100% guilty. 
You have never felt more confident in your entire life. The big scary sorcerer who was ready to threaten you with death when you fell into his world had not only fallen for you but also apparently had a naughty little habit of stealing your panties. By the looks of the white-ish stains streaked across each and every pair, it also appeared he quite enjoyed himself with them too.
"Well, I guess this answers my question about where all my panties have gone. Doesn't it Stephen?" 
You slowly started walking towards him with an extra sway in your hips. Your steps were slow and deliberate. Letting your fingers drag against the knick knacks around the room as you passed by them. Your body practically thrummed with energy. You felt so powerful seeing how your lover was so utterly entranced by you.
"Are you really that much of a needy boy that you resorted to stealing all my panties to jack off with? Only leaving me a single pair to wear. I guess you are a greedy boy, too. My greedy little panty thief. I can just imagine all three fun you've had with these. I can see it too."
You could see the effect your words were having on him. Somewhere between shame and arousal pooling in his eyes as he softly nodded. Adam's apple bobbing when he swallowed hard. His hands came back around to the desk. His fingers flexing and then grabbing at the pile of your soiled panties. Like a cat pawing at a scratching post. 
"My naughty boy. Tell me baby, do you like them better fresh off my pussy or after you've made them all messy by covering them with cum?"
A groan pulled from deep in his throat at both. Fuck, he didn't want to chose. He loved both. Your essence and smell was obviously why he stole them in the first place, but he kept them afterward because he loved seeing them marked with his cum. It was the same appeal of seeing you covered in his cum.
"I know you aren't shy Stephen, with all the filth you normally say when we fuck. Cat got your tongue honey? Don't worry, I'm not mad at you naughty boy. In fact, the thought of you being so needy and horny that you steal my panties is really hot. It makes me feel like the powerful one." 
By now, you had made your way over to stand next to him behind the desk. His eyes followed you the entire way even though his hands still hadn't let go of your panties. You reached up to brush a tendril of dark hair back from his face. Gently letting the back of your fingers caress his cheekbone on the way back down.
"You're so pretty, Stephen. Do you know that? I don't think I tell you that enough." 
You felt your cunt flutter at the way he keened at your praise. He was still so unused to being complimented, especially by you. He had spent years tearing himself down and you were quite enjoying building him back up. Slowly watching him become more confident in your presence and in your affections.
Reaching down, you carefully untangled his hands from the pile of your panties on his desk. Taking his hands in yours before leading him to sit down in the large armchair behind his desk. Letting your hands come to rest on his broad shoulders after leading his hands to sit on your hips. 
You were very thankful that you had neglected getting dressed that day. Still wearing the oversized t-shirt you had slept in the night before. It made the next part of your plan so easy to execute. 
"Show me, Stephen. I wanna see."
He was sure his brain had completely melted into a puddle at that point. There was no way you were actually asking what he thought you were.
"I said show me, Stephen. Show me what you do with my panties. I want to see how you play with your cock when you are in here alone. Just you and my panties that you have such a bad habit of stealing."
Without looking away from you, he started to reach back over to the desk to grab a pair of the panties that he had squirreled away. Only to stop suddenly when you tutted and shook your head no at him. Making his brow furrow in slight confusion. 
"I don't want you to use any of those panties, Stephen. I want you to use the ones I'm wearing right now. Go ahead. Take them off of me." 
He nodded gently while biting on his lower lip. Clearly fighting the urge to start disobeying your orders and throw you on the desk. He did find this dominant side of you ever so enticing though. He rarely let his more submissive side show, but this he could get used to. 
He placed his hands back on your body, this time letting them graze teasingly up the sides of your thighs. Coming to rest so his thumbs could slide under the waistband of your panties. Glancing up briefly to make sure he was doing what you wanted, the mischievous smirk on your face answering his question. A single nod falling before he started moving again.
Using the gentlest motions he could, he carefully slid your panties down your legs. Letting them pool at your feet and holding out his hand to you so you could steady yourself as you stepped out of them. 
Once you had finished, you moved to sit yourself up on the edge of Stephen's desk. Ready to enjoy the show he was about to put on for you. You signaled for him to continue.
"Go on, baby. Pick them up." 
Without taking his eyes off of you, he leaned down and delicately picked up your panties like they were a precious treasure. His long, beautiful fingers barely gripping the fabric with one hand. His other hand moved to start undoing the belts of his robes before moving to unfasten his pants. His bulge was now quite pronounced. 
You were getting more aroused by the second. You wanted to indulge your own need and slide your fingers between your legs, but you had a plan. That plan was to make him beg to touch you. You wanted to wait to touch yourself until he was on the verge of crumbling.
Even now, he looked a mess. Hair disheveled, breathing heavy. His cock already so hard and flushed. His tip was weeping precum already. His hand gripping his shaft lightly and making long languid strokes. He was clearly being very careful not to make himself cum quickly.
"You have such a pretty cock Stephen. So big and hard. Does it hurt, baby? Bet I know what would make it feel better. Why don't you go ahead and wrap my panties around that pretty cock." 
A wicked smile on your face as he did exactly as you told him. Who knew he could like being told what to do so much? Who knew your panties would look so good wrapped around his shaft? 
You watched for a moment as he stroked himself with your panties. Occasionally moving to adjust the soft fabric so he could caress his balls with it or slide it up and over his dripping slit. Creating little wet stains from his precum before sliding it back up and down his veined velvety length.
"Tell me why you like stealing my panties so much, Stephen? I think I'm starting to like it myself. It's like you're marking your cock as mine." 
He groaned at your statement and bucked his hips up. The urge to fuck his fist faster threatening to overtake him, but he was still holding out hope that he would get the chance to bury himself in your cunt before this was over. So he answered you, in as much detail as his brain would allow at the moment. All while continuing to stroke himself for your enjoyment. 
"I like it because I'm fucking addicted to you. I want to fuck you every minute of the day. This way I get the smell and feel of you without having to bother you. The best is when they are still a little wet when I get a hold of them. Like I got you riled up and wet earlier in the day, or maybe we already fucked and you were leaking a bit of my cum. Have to fight the urge to lick them clean while jerking off." 
You bit your bottom lip and moaned at his answer. It was one of the sexiest things you had ever heard him say. Any self-control you had left was quickly crumbling. Falling apart completely when he added one more sentence.
"... and this is your cock, darling. All of me belongs to you. Always will." 
Your legs started to spread on their own when he told you he belonged to you. You both knew just as well that you belonged to him just the same. Deciding to reward him, you slowly spread your legs before bringing one foot up to rest on his desk. Spreading yourself wide so you were fully exposed to him. 
"Well, this is all yours, Stephen, and I'm sure you can tell how turned on watching you has gotten me. See how wet I am just from watching you stroke your cock for me?" 
A wicked grin on your face as you brought one hand to your cunt and pulled your pussy lips open. Making sure he could see your innermost petals glistening for him. He reflexively licked his lips when he saw your slick practically dripping from your hole onto his desk. His hips now thrusting up into his hand and your panties uncontrollably.
You knew there was no way that he could hold himself back long enough to give you time to make yourself cum with him. You could still enjoy yourself and get him to finish the job after you enjoyed your show. Knowing that watching you play with yourself would help push him over the edge quicker.
So you let your fingers start rubbing at your cunt. Working to spread your wetness over your folds. Sighing at the feeling of finally getting some direct stimulation. You pulled your hand away and slapped your pussy a couple times. Groaning at the tingle it sent through you. Letting your fingers trail back up to circle your clit as you leaned on your other arm for support.
Your bottom lip had made its way between your teeth. Your eyes were hooded and just as hazed with lust as Stephen's. Both of you were completely lost in each other without even touching each other. 
You lowered your hand to slide two fingers in and out of your cunt. Knowing how much Stephen loved it when he could hear how wet you were for him. Your body did not disappoint as you started to thrust your middle and index fingers in and out of yourself. Somewhat frustrated that your fingers weren't as long and thick as Stephen's and that you couldn't quite reach your g-spot the way he could.
It still felt incredible though. Making sure to keep your palm grinding over your clit as you finger fucked yourself. A high pitched moan when you hit the perfect rhythm making Stephen start to lose his own pacing. Knowing he was about to hit his point of no return he couldn't hold back his whimpers any longer and he did something he never thought he would do. He begged.
"Oh fuck baby. I'm gonna cum so fucking hard for you. Can I cum? Please let me cum." 
Groaning at his unprompted begging, you vigorously shook your head, yes. Summoning your sweetest voice, you answered him and granted his request. 
"Cum for me Stephen. Show me how you cum all over my panties. Fill them up like a good boy."
He made sure to hold your panties so that they caught every thick warm spurt of his cum. Making sure to spread it around on the fabric, specifically aiming for the crotch of your panties. He had become well practiced at it. In a way he felt like it turned your panties into artwork. Pieces dedicated to how much he loved you. His orgasm was prolonged by having you there watching and touching yourself. Leaving the fabric somewhat soaked as he kept a hold of them. Once again, he wanted to keep them for himself. Just like all the others.
Once he had started to catch his breath and opened his eyes you pulled your fingers out of your pussy and brought your soaked fingers to his lips. Smiling when he greedily took them into his mouth and began sucking your nectar from them. Letting him enjoy a little treat before offering him a compromise to his panty stealing problem. 
"Tell you what, Stephen, I'll make you a deal. You can keep one pair of my panties for every orgasm you give me tonight. Sound like a plan?" 
You had barely finished your proposition before Stephen was shoving your hand away and pushing you to lay flat on his desk. Moving to loop his arms around your legs. Diving face first into your cunt and starting to devour you like a man starved. 
He didn't even bother tucking his cock back into his pants. He knew he would be hard again before long, and he intended to make you cum enough times he could keep his entire collection.
You might not have any panties left by the time he was done with you, but you would have a hell of a consolation prize.
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ironstrange1991 · 2 years
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Lazy Day
+18 Smut / Fluffy
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Pairing: Defender!Strange x Fem!Reader (Established relationship)
Synopsis: Stephen decides he needs to spend more time with the reader and make up for being such a busy man.
Warnings: Sexual content: Oral sex (Male receiving), Masturbation (Both receiving), Slight female dominance, Choking, P in V.
Word Count: 2,700k
A/N: Super fluffly and super smutty. Defender Strange being a sub just the way we like him to be. Same pair from Let Me Take Care of You and Give Me Some Attention.
As usual I would like to remind you that english is not my first language so this will probably have some grammatical mistakes here and there but I hope it doesnt spoil your experience.
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It was Saturday and Stephen promised to spend the day with you. Wong agreed to take care of things for a day and as everything went smoothly, he gave in to your request. He knew your complaints that he was working too much and spending too little time with you were fair. Sometimes he felt guilty, but his responsibilities as Sorcerer Supreme weren't like any other job he could just take a vacation from.
You understood that. Your complaints were more because you missed him than because you were angry with him. You were almost never mad at Stephen, at least not really.
You admired him. You admired his work. You admired how amazing he was at everything. Could it be him being a super powerful sorcerer and protector of reality or simply a great cook and poetry reciter. Everything Stephen did was masterfully and that was beyond many things, super sexy.
Stephen wasn't in bed when you woke up. Of course, he was used to waking up very early and past 9am you'd imagine he was already freaking out from the idle time. Maybe he even slipped into the Sanctum while you slept to make sure everything was all right. You got up stretching and after brushing your teeth and doing your morning skincare ritual, you went downstairs after him.
You weren't surprised when you found him in the kitchen making breakfast. Without making a sound, you leaned your head against the doorframe and stood there for a second watching him.
He wore sweatpants, was barefoot and shirtless. His hair was tied up in a bun, a few strands falling over his face. You sighed thinking that no man in the world could be more handsome than your Stephen.
"I know what you're doing"
He said, his voice a little huskier than usual.
“I'm just admiring the view.”
You said walking to him and hugging him from behind, standing on tiptoe to place a kiss on his shoulder.
“Good morning to you too” He chuckled turning off the heat after frying the last pancake. He had cooked eggs and bacon too.
  “What have I done to deserve you, Defender Strange?”
He turned to face you and held your face in his hands
“I ask the same question every day.”
 He kissed your lips and it was so easy to get lost in those lips. Soon, what was just a good morning kiss became a wet, passionate kiss.
He walked away “Your breakfast will get cold.”
You smiled and helped him set the table. The two of you ate together and you found yourself thinking you had no idea when was the last time you had breakfast with Stephen. He always woke up before you, even on weekdays, when you woke up to go to work he was already gone and on weekends you could stay in bed late, he always had a reason to get up early, always something or someone who needed his attention.
“So, what are the plans for today?” You asked and he smiled.
“No plans. I am all yours. What do you want to do?”
You thought for a moment “Watch Netflix, maybe.”
He raised an eyebrow as he picked up the plates and cups
“I thought you might want to go out.”
You sighed watching him put the dishes in the dishwasher and organize everything. How could he be so perfect even in housework?
You looked out the window “It's raining! I just want to cuddle with you on the couch without worrying about anything else. That's my idea of ​​a perfect day.”
“No sex?” He asked coming towards you and pulling you out of the chair, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Maybe, if you behave and deserve it” You replied with a smirk.
He kissed your cheek and deliberately rubbed his beard on your neck making you shiver
“Or maybe I better not behave so you have to punish me.”
You bit your bottom lip “You're such a sub sometimes.”
He smirked  “Just for you. You know what you do to me.”
“Well, I'm not complaining.” You kissed his lips, but this time you were the one who pulled away.
Convincing Stephen to watch your shows with you was a Herculean task. First, because he never had time to watch anything and when he did find time, he complained about whatever you chose.
Perfect as he was, still Stephen had a knack for pissing you off at times and you wanted to kill him when he pointed out flaws in a movie or series you liked, but as surprising as it was, he wasn't opposed to watching Stranger Things with you and soon the two of you were cuddled lying on the couch.
He positioned himself behind you with his arm tight around your waist, his leg entwined in yours. You held his hand, lacing your fingers through his, caressing and tracing the scars lightly. You didn't even realize you were doing that, but he noticed that you had a special affection for his hands and in the begining that made him uncomfortable, his hands were his weakness, but after a while he understood that that was your way of showing love for them.
Stephen was always amazed at how you could get lost in stories like that. He actually thought it was cute, although he had no interest in it at all, but seeing you jump in fright or put your hand to your mouth in surprise at some event on screen made him laugh, not at you, but for you. In a life as troubled as his, with so many responsibilities, where one mistake could mean the death of countless lives, you brought lightness to him. Moments like that kept him sane.
You were the bridge that took him to normality and as much as he thought he had given up on that when he became a master of the mystic arts and later Sorcerer Supreme, he realized how much he needed that normalcy when he met you. However, that didn't change the fact that he was bored by all that story.
Without holding back, he started kissing your shoulder, his lips moving up your neck and making you shiver. He made it a challenge: how much effort would it take to make you lose interest altogether and become interested in other forms of entertainment he could gladly offer you? He freed his hand from yours and caressed your side lightly over the pajamas you were wearing and lightly bit your ear, rubbing the beard on your neck. He knew it always worked for you and he smiled with satisfaction when you shivered at the touch.
“Stephen... I know what you're doing”
He hummed innocently and went back to rubbing his beard on you, his hand moving down your thigh and squeezing gently. You kept staring at the TV so as not to give him the satisfaction of seeing you give in so easily, but you were hardly paying attention to the events unfolding on the screen.
He lowered his hand caressing your ass and continued lowering it getting inside your shorts. He used the leg that was between yours to force you open wider and he caressed that warm and velvet spot over your panties. He buried his face between your neck and your shoulders and bit lightly and you sighed making an adorable noise that made his cock throb.
By then he was totally hard and made sure you noticed it rubbing his hip against your ass and squeezing you against him.
You could feel your body responding to his advances, but you were convinced not to give in and continue with that little game of yours.
He sighed heavily in your ear, bringing his hand to your breast, caressing it through your blouse and feeling your nipple hardening at his touch. “Come on baby, I know you want me. I can smell it on you.”
You felt your skin prickling at the sound of his voice and you moaned softly, deliberately moving your hips to rub his shaft.
“You are such a tease, Stephen” You said surrendering. That game didn't make any sense when you always ended up giving in in the end.
He chuckled and moved on the couch to let you lie on your back and ran his hand inside your shorts and panties circling your clit as he stared at you with those deep blue eyes.
“I said I wouldn't behave.”
You moaned softly, surrendering to his touch as he took a finger inside you and tsked
“Your body can't hide how much you want me.”  He putted a second finger inside you.
Your hand went down to his hip and you touched his hard cock fully visible through his pants and smirked sly “Yours neither”
He kissed your lips and bit your bottom lip, then smoothed it with the tip of his tongue.
“Who said I want to hide it”
You bit his lip a little harder.
He moved his fingers slowly, curling them to hit that sweet spot and you moved your hips against his hand.
He kept his eyes on you as he increased the pace. He loved watching the expressions of pleasure on your face and the sweet moans that escaped your lips. When he brought his thumb to your clit, moving in sync with his two fingers inside you, you felt your body begin to shake.
“Oh Stephen...” You bit your lip.
He smiled satisfied “Already?”
You brought your hand up to his face “Kiss me, baby.”
He obeyed by kissing you. Your tongue entering his mouth dominating him. You moaned even louder into his lips and he increased the pace of his fingers even more.
 Your entire body shook in his hands and you had to part your lips to breathe.
“Oh fuck.. fuck you Stephen!”
He smiled openly watching as you revel in your orgasm, your entire body convulsing at his touch.
“All I want is you fucking me, baby.”
You sighed heavily coming down your high “You'll pay for this.”
He smirked “For making you cum?”
You nodded “For making me lose our game. I can't resist you, but I can make you lose too.”
“I am sure you can” He chuckled caressing your face.
You turned around going to him, making him lie on his back on the couch and getting between his legs kissing him intensely and went down his lips to his neck leaving kisses and bites there and continued down licking a nipple, sucking and biting and pinching the other. He hissed, enjoying the sensation and you could feel his cock throbbing.
“Baby, please... I need you.” He said grabbing your hair and lightly pushing your head down.
You smiled satisfied “Say please again.”
He stared at you biting his lower lip and pressing his hips up against you “Please.”
You hummed and moved your lips down his belly slowly. You admired his cock under his pants, it was quite a sight. You stroked it through his pants feeling it twitch in your palm.
“You're so big, Stephen. I love that”  
You kissed him through the fabric teasing him and he moaned softly, moving his hips. Finally you pulled down his pants and boxers revealing his hard cock, his head already wet with precum. You licked your lips
“Look at you baby, so hard for me, needing to be fucked.”
Your taunts drove him to the brink of madness. He loved it when you talked to him like that, he loved the tone of your voice, the malice in it, but at that moment it really felt like torture and he couldn't wait any longer. He needed you.
“Touch me. [Y/N], stop teasing, just touch me. Please.”
You finally took it in your hand. You stuck your tongue out by tapping his cock on it tasting his precum. You spat on him using your saliva to lubricate it, spreading it with your hand as you slowly stroked it from top to bottom and circling the tip with the palm of the your hand.
He groaned loudly in approval.
You spat again and smeared saliva over him making him totally wet and then added your other hand. Holding it firmly at the base and caressing the tip with circular gestures making a delicious wet noise.
“Oh my god, baby, it feels so good.” His voice was almost a whisper punctuated by low moans.
You added your tongue licking the tip and he moaned loudly, moving his hips involuntarily. You ran your tongue down the entire length, giving him light kisses and jerking him quickly.
You spat at him again, increasing the pace and he groaned loudly, unable to control himself. You kept your eyes on him and it was amazing to see him surrender to pleasure like that. He brought his hand up to your chin directing you to his cock.
“Put it in your mouth. I love your mouth, baby, let me feel it around my cock.”
You smiled in obedience and put it in your mouth going as deep as you could and caressing the rest with your hand. You forced yourself to swallow it, his head slamming against your throat making you choke on him. Your eyes filled with tears. Saliva dripping from your mouth, but you kept up the pace. Taking it out of your mouth, licking the tip and swallowing it again until your nose touched his skin and soon he was panting heavily.
“Oh fuck. You gonna make me cum like this, baby.”
You took it out of your mouth smiling satisfied with your work
“Not yet. I am going to fuck you first.”  You said as you wrapped your legs around his waist and put him inside you. He groaned loudly and brought his hands to your ass helping you maintain a slow but intense pace, going all the way down and then lifting your hip up leaving just his tip inside you and then lowering you going all the way inside until you feel his balls deep in your ass.
“Oh Stephen, your cock is so good. You fuck me so good”
He moaned loudly and you took your hand to his throat squeezing it and he hissed in approval.
You started riding him faster, you could feel he was about to cum and you put more pressure on your movements as you moved on top of him in circular motions, rubbing your clit in his pubic hair taking as much friction as possible. You tightened your hand on his throat, choking him, he closed his eyes, leaning his head back, the sight of him fully surrendered to you carrying you to your orgasm.
“Baby I am gonna cum” You almost screamed “Please, Stephen cum with me. Cum inside me, I wanna feel your cum inside me.”
He moaned loudly as you tightened your hand around his throat even more, his cock throbbing and spilling inside you.
You closed your eyes, surrendering to your own climax, moaning sweet praises to him.
“Stephen you are so good to me, you fuck me so good. I love you so much.”
You relieved the pressure in his throat as you came down your high collapsing on top of him and pulling him to your lips.
He caressed your hair, your breaths slowly returning to normal.
"You're okay?" he asked kissing your forehead.
You hummed yes.
“I love you [Y/N], sometimes I think I don't say it enough. I know I spend a lot of time working, I'm sorry, but I need you to know how much I love you and how happy you make me.”
You lifted your head resting your chin on his chest and facing him with a silly smile on your lips. “I know, I understand, don't worry. I love you Stephen, I admire everything you do, it's just that sometimes I miss you”
He nodded “I know"
You caressed his face. The bun had given way and his hair was hanging loose and a little messy. You ran your hand through his hair “You make me so happy, Stephen. I wouldn't trade what we have for the world.”
He pulled you to his lips with a satisfied sigh and then smiled smugly “I think I'll let you watch your series now.”
You giggled “Promise?”
He smirked “For now.”
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Cats being our masters or Interdimensional travelers that fix history, or actually in charge of the human race. Anything really interesting about cats or kittens.
I love all your prompts!
Cat prompts below! I knew I had many many cat prompts, and when that happens I like to gather them rather than writing more. Feel free to request cats again if this list hast not satisfied you.
My cat is halfway between here and elsewhere, her eyes often vacant, her fur blown as if by invisible winds. Sometimes she starts to speak, or twist into impossible shapes. Then she blinks, and forgets again.
The forest is full of cats, good with directions and generally cordial. Just remember to check the eyes, in case something more sinister has been borrowing skins.
Like most powerful families, they had a cat guarding the door. It stretched, and used my own voice to ask what I wanted.
The cat comes back with a note from about seventeen universes over. I pick him up and stare straight into his glassy eyes: “How.”
A cat is following me, an empty one. I don’t know what it wants, and I never want to find out.
My familiar is a sleek black cat that still won’t choose a name. It hunts the wild wishes I can never catch by myself, leaving them barely alive on the doorstep.
My girlfriend’s cat drinks blood. Fluffy and white, she swears it’s never killed anyone, that its diet is non-negotiable, and that I should stop asking questions.
As witches' homes go, this one is especially odd. Filled to bursting with all manner of skeletons, most are immobile. Only the old white bones of a long dead cat creak and scrape through the halls.
No vet can agree on whether our cat is pregnant or not. They say it must be Schrodinger's Syndrome, and we need to report it at once to the Bureau of Space Time.
Schroedinger’s cats are only available through witness protection programs, or on the black market. They will hid you effectively, in a constant state of temporal uncertainty.
I run a shelter for cats from all realities. Many are strange or frightening, and my definition of ‘cat’ has deteriorated over the years.
Cats do not have nine lives. Cats have nine wishes, courtesy of an ancient deal with a god who no longer exists.
They say the bone cats were death’s pets, before they got bored and left. Wicked smart, tough as nails, they are almost impossible to lure into domesticity, but ridiculously useful once you do.
My cat had no tail. He had traded it to a witch for several more lives.
All cats slip easily between realities, but kittens born in these halfway spaces always come out a different breed of feral.
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pairing: Getou Suguru x fem! reader
In which a consumed cursed spirit changes Suguru’s life, perhaps for the better.
content: sfw, fem!reader, cursed spirit!reader, bunny girl!reader, mentions of death, light angst, fluff, comfort, friendship, romance
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You were just like all the others. A condensed black orb, pungent like garbage as Suguru swallowed you whole. It was an action, a taste he was so used to, that vile stench seeping into his throat, his bones, his soul. Each orb had a slightly different taste, some of pure anger, others of greed and envy. Others of feelings far more sinister. Yours was a taste of cold snow, of loneliness, of hunger, of abandonment. His hand subtly touched the cold stone wall of the alleyway. Suguru just needed a moment, a few seconds, before he would join up with Shoko and Satoru, who were busy deciding where to go for dinner after that bothersome mission they had just finished. The familiar nausea built up in his throat again as he threaded one of his hands through his black silk hair. It was the same as always, another curse consumed, a new tool on his belt. An endless cycle.
Until a faint strawberry scent wafted around him, inside of him. Soft yet cold arms gently wrapping around his neck as you materialized. Giggles bubbled from your soft lips as you nuzzled against him, your soft rabbit ears slightly twitching against his chin as you looked up at him with a strange sense of adoration. Your master.
Satoru and Shoko had nearly died of laughter the first time they saw Suguru emerge from the alleyway, a bunny girl latched onto his arm, both of them clutching their stomachs as Suguru told them to shut up in a tired, irritated tone. You looked on, tilting your head from behind Suguru’s back, your ears twitching as you watched him interact with the two other humans. The laughter, the flicking of foreheads, the bickering. It was all so foreign, so fascinating. So warm. 
You were harmless under Suguru’s control, something he had to assure Yaga the first time he came back to campus with you still latched to his arm, your cheek pressed to his shoulder as you rubbed your strawberry scent onto him as he continued to ignore the sensation. You refused to go away when he attempted to unsummon you, even when he glared and spoke coldly. You just pouted and looked away, still clinging to his arm. Why would you ever go stay in that boring, dreary abyss when you could stay here, where you got to see how those silly humans always interacted? Where you got to nuzzle against your warm, delicious-smelling master no matter how irritated his tone got.  
The first night at the dorm, Suguru had told you, ordered you to sit on the floor and not touch anything. Initially, he had said that you should stay in Shoko’s dorm room or one of the spare rooms as it would be more ‘proper’. Shoko gave him a blank look and Satoru had nearly laughed until tears sprang from his eyes at that notion. Proper!? Sure you looked like a cute bunny girl, like something out of some goofy anime, but you were just a cursed spirit. Nothing more (it was at this point that Suguru’s ears turned red and he told them to forget it, dragging you off into his dorm room, muttering under his breath). 
It hadn’t even turned 10 pm yet on that digital alarm clock Suguru kept on his bedside table when you had already snuggled up beside him in his small bed. Too cramped, too warm, too soft. Your strawberry scent too fragrant as your soft, fluffy ears tickled against his nose, your cheek against his chest. He sighed and grumbled, telling you to get off, swatting away your ears. A distraction away from those thoughts that sometimes kept him up at night, swirling deep beneath his dark eyes. The continued nuzzling against his chest, the flickering of your fluffy ears forcing him to look down, away from the dark ceiling he was far too familiar with, and instead into your big, sparkly eyes.            
At first, it was assumed that you didn’t speak at all because although your humanoid form was quite impressive, you weren’t that powerful compared to some of the other curses Suguru had. You hadn’t spoken a single word for the whole first month. It wasn’t until that sunny afternoon, the four of you sitting on a grassy patch on campus, that you had pointed at Satoru and called him ‘dum-dum’. He had immediately shut up, blue eyes wide, his usual smug grin wiped off his face, ending his talk on that topic he always brought up that you didn’t really understand but knew Suguru disliked, the words that always made him think far too much on those occasional rainy days, during those silent nights. 
‘Big dummy!’
You pouted again at the white-haired boy. Shoko and Suguru were silent for a moment, all eyes on you. Shoko broke the silence first, leaning over to pat your head in the way you loved, your ears twitching happily as she nonchalantly called you a good bunny while Satoru huffed, reaching over to pinch your cheeks as he pouted at Suguru, telling him to make his curse behave. Suguru was still silent, his eyes almost like liquid gold in the bright afternoon sun, a ghost of something soft and forgotten etched into his face before he eventually chuckled, joining in on the ruckus.  
‘Sugu!’
That was what you called him, his full name too complex for your limited speech. ‘What’s that, Sugu?’, ‘Want this, Sugu!’, ‘Buy that, Sugu!’, those words leaving your pouty lips on a daily basis. He’d always roll his eyes and flick your ear, placing one of his big hands on your head to get you to calm down with that warm, rubbing motion.
‘Ice cream, Sugu!’
Strawberry ice cream was your favorite of all the human foods you tried. You didn’t need it, you didn’t need any food as Suguru often reminded you whenever you stole a bite of his food or expected a sip of his drink. But you loved to eat regardless, the sensations, the tastes always made your ears twitch, your eyes sparkle in that way that always made Suguru sigh exasperatedly to hide his smile as he let you have another taste. As much as he loved to blame everyone else for letting you try too many snacks (especially Yu), always calling you a greedy brat, Suguru had been the first to take his wallet out on that hot summer day. The first to hand you that slightly melted strawberry ice cream cone that had made your eyes light up like fireworks.  
‘Hug, Sugu!’
Another cursed spirit exorcised, another one to consume. Like always, that vile stench filled Suguru’s throat as he swallowed it down, seeping into his bones. That festering taste that coated his tongue. Until your soft, human-like arms gently wrapped around his neck, an attempt to imitate comfort like you saw other humans do, your fleshy cheek on his shoulder as your subtle strawberry scent filled his nose, your fluffy ears tickling his chin. Hoping that the embrace was as soothing for him as it was for you. A light sweet scent, a warm feeling that was always able to seep past the suffocating, endless black slime, into his tongue, his throat, his bones. A soft strawberry aroma filling him straight to his soul.   
‘Wait, Sugu!’
That day, that awful, awful day, you did something naughty. Something bad. You crushed that small, gross purple spirit beneath your foot without a single ounce of hesitation. Smearing it against the ground before it could approach Suguru and cry out for him, latch onto him in the vile way it intended. It had belonged to that awful man who had taken away Suguru’s new friend, your new friend. Forever. It had been something you hadn’t really considered before, the frailty of human life. 
Until that human girl with the blue braids appeared. The one that Satoru and Suguru had been tasked to protect. That girl who had been fascinated by the twitching of your soft ears but huffed when you approached her, who couldn’t help but release her pent-up laughter when Satoru pinched your cheeks and tugged your ears as you pouted back while Suguru sighed. Her eyes had sparkled with a feeling you knew quite well. A familiar desire. That sunlight-filled afternoon on that beautiful beach, where you held out your prized strawberry ice cream cone (Suguru had bought you two scoops!) and her eyes sparkled so beautifully as she bashfully had a little taste, the two of you sharing smiles and laughter.
You would have fought against that tall man with the small scar on his mouth. Fight until your soul shattered, until you faded to nothingness if you had to. You would protect your master no matter what. But the moment that man appeared, the moment Riko lay limp on the floor, Suguru had sealed you tightly away into that deep, dark abyss as he released the other curses from it, his hands so close to trembling. That was the first time you realized that Suguru could seal you away whenever he wished. That he had never felt the need to do so until that moment when that little feeling of fear, of selfishness sank into his bones. The feeling of being sealed into that dark, empty abyss, so far away from that warmth, that familiar scent that you adored made you tremble. You hated it more than anything you had ever hated before. 
It didn’t matter to you if that little purple spirit could have been a valuable tool for Suguru. It didn’t deserve it, didn’t deserve to have its sludge seep into Suguru’s throat, didn’t deserve to be etched into Suguru’s soul. It didn’t deserve your Suguru. Its vile energy faded away beneath your heel and you turned to follow after Suguru’s retreating figure.
‘Wait, Sugu!’
You called again as you caught up and latched onto his arm, your soft hand entwined with the slightly limp one he had tried to keep buried in his pocket. Your familiar strawberry scent so heavy on his nose, like a thick blanket. You wouldn’t let go of him for the rest of that day, that night. For the rest of his life. No matter what. 
‘Eat, Sugu!’
You pouted, pressing the chopsticks to his chapped lips until they lightly parted. It was another solo mission for Suguru, there were so many of those now, which meant it was just the two of you. His dark eyes moved from looking out of the train window to your face. He sighed and chewed, swallowing down the warm rice of the lunch bento you had begged him to buy. His hand running through his dark hair as he went back to looking out the train window. Mouth opening each time you pressed the chopsticks to his lips. 
‘Stinky, Sugu!’
You giggled as you dragged his exhausted body to stand under the hot steam of the shower. He stood silent, eyes closed as always while you hummed and washed his hair, his face, and his body. Wrapping your cold arms around his warm, damp body. Your lips pressing a little soft kiss to his chest, his heart, his soul. The fluttering of his lashes as he looked down at you, his eyes so dark, so tired. His forehead coming to rest on the top of your head, on your soft, fluffy ears. Drowning in your strawberry scent as the warm water droplets dripped down his skin.  
‘‘So pretty, Sugu!’
You cooed as you brushed and played with his long damp hair. He scoffed and rolled his tired eyes, his ears red as he grumbled his complaints despite leaning back more into your touch. Calling you annoying, like always, as you rubbed your face against his freshly clean hair. He always smelled best like this, the scent so light, so easy to miss. The scent of just Suguru.  
‘Sweet dreams, Sugu!’
You beamed like always, cuddling up to him as he sighed, exhausted from a long day. His voice soft and quiet in the dark dorm room. Your cold cheek nuzzling against the fabric of his t-shirt, your eyes like little bright stars, legs tangled together. A ghost of a smile on his lips as his hand ran through your hair, stroking your ears. His eyes drooping and finally closing as he drifts off to sleep, your arms never leaving their place around his waist.
‘Hurry, Sugu!’
You called out impatiently, ears twitching, waiting for him to catch up with the two little girls in his arms. Villagers were peeking out of blinds, soft, frantic whispers from behind doors. They couldn’t see you, of course, their eyes only trained on Suguru’s tall figure and the little human girls with bruises covering their faces, but you still didn’t like how those gazes felt. Eyes too full of suspicion, of hate. Of cruelty. A perfect breeding ground for negativity, for curses, for things like you. You could feel it call out to you, attempting to unearth those memories of a lifetime ago that you kept deep within your soul. Of frigid, snowy days. Of bone-numbing hunger. Of that damp cardboard box.
But Suguru had already exorcised the curse that had plagued the village, the tips of your cold fingers still stained with the dark liquid it had bled. He had gotten the two little girls from that dark, caged shack, and already made a call to Yaga. The warm car was ready to take you back to the familiar grounds of the school campus, Shoko awaiting in the infirmary room, Yaga filling out paperwork. All that was left to do was leave.    
‘Too cold, Sugu!’
You whined and pouted as you got hit by yet another snowball before you could even throw yours. You almost looked like a snowman with the amount of snow that covered you. Shoko, your supposed snowball partner, had abandoned you for a smoke break under the warmth of the courtyard roof where Mimiko and Nanako were giggling with cups of warm hot cocoa. Shoko sent you a thumbs up whenever you sadly pouted in her direction, leaving you all alone to deal with the relentless snowballs (and teasing words) that Suguru and Satoru chucked your way. Those two meanies were ganging up on you! How cruel your master could be sometimes…
But…it was worth it. To see the red flush of his cheeks due to the cold, the way his eyes closed as he and Satoru grinned and laughed together. And so giggles bubbled from your cold, pouty lips. Mimiko and Nanako finally running to your side once they had finished up all of their hot cocoa, forming little snowballs in their mitten-covered hands. Satoru shouting how he wasn’t going to hold back against little girls before Suguru elbowed him in the stomach, giving him an exasperated look. His eyes like honey when he eventually called you over, dusting the snow off your cheeks, your hair, off your long fluffy ears with his large, warm hand. A frigid, snowy day turned so warm.   
‘So sweet, Sugu..’
A murmur against his lips before going back for more. The strawberry ice cream cone long forgotten. Your sweet strawberry taste coating his lips, his mouth, his tongue. The cold, sticky pink ice cream dripping down his hand onto his dark pants. His hand firm on the back of your head. Another warm spring day. Another mission finished. Another sweet reward. The taste of his smile on your tongue.       
‘Cake, Sugu!’
You beamed excitedly, tugging on Suguru’s sleeve to grab his attention away from Satoru as Yu and Nanami brought out the large white cake. The classroom had been turned into a makeshift party room, with balloons and banners as well as the piles of confetti that Satoru had thrown around. A little pink party hat attached to your head. A graduation celebration. You still didn’t really get it, why it was so important. Wouldn’t everything still be the same?
Satoru whining as Nanami cut you a cake slice that was supposedly larger than his (the strongest deserved the biggest slice!). Shoko half listening as Yaga lectured her about the case of beer he had discovered in the infirmary room (yet again). Yu hyping up Mimiko and Nanako for the amusement park trip you all would be taking tomorrow, their eyes solely focused on him with rapt attention and excitement, his laughter bright and cheery as he talked about cotton candy and roller coasters. Suguru sitting at one of the desks, legs spread out as he ate from his small cake slice, telling Satoru to get over himself (yet again).   
It would all be the same. You leaning over the desk, pouting at Suguru for a bite of his cake in exchange for yours (his always tasted better…). Suguru giving you an unimpressed look before indulging in your request, smearing a bit of frosting against your nose as he did so. His lips tilting up into what was supposed to be a smirk if it hadn’t been so soft. A flick to your nose and then the gentle brushing of his thumb against it to soothe your pouts.  
It would all be the same. Except that there would be no more nights in that small dorm room, warm and pressed together in that little bed. Instead, the two of you would have a whole little apartment to yourselves. A studio apartment, with a small kitchen, a bathtub, and a large, plush bed. Windows overlooking a quiet part of the city. A three story building wedged between a flower shop and a convenience store. Just the right size for Suguru to relax in after a day of teaching or going on missions. The tub big enough to fit both of you comfortably. The bed not too big so that your limbs would still intertwine, your head on his chest, his hand on your head, swatting your ears from tickling his face too much. 
‘Love you, Sugu..’
Perhaps it was a lie. Could a curse truly love? You didn’t know, Suguru didn’t know. But neither of you truly cared. The sweet words you always loved to say didn’t matter. The ticklish feeling of your soft ears on his chin, his nose. Your cheek to his chest, your cold arms around his warm body. His hand threading through your hair, rubbing your ears. Smiles and pouts, smirks, laughter, frustrations and tears. Eyes brighter then fireworks, lips pressed together so gentle yet hungry. Skin pressed to skin in the warmth of the bath. Hot summer days sharing ice cream. Crisp fall days laughing under the swirling of golden leaves. Snowy winter days, cheeks so red yet hands so warm. Sleepy rainy spring days, under the warmth of the blanket. The silence after battle, wiping away the sweat, the blood. Kissing away the taste of garbage. Your soft strawberry scent always present in his nose, his throat, his dreams.The way your name, your fragrance, your essence was etched into his bones, his soul, and his etched into yours. That was what mattered.     
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drowning ; unhealthy dynamics, descriptions of violence, s/h mentions slight stockholm syndrome, menetions of kidnapping, fluff, no smut - strangely soft moments and recalling memories of being taken in by amanda and john [ romance ]
quiet morning ; fluff, sleeping with socks, sleepy morning, buffmanda, pervymanda, straddling, teasing - amanda insists you both sleep in. [ suggestive ]
choice ; stroke mentions/slight descriptions, surgery mentions, panic attacks, grounding, hand holding, fluff, "i hate everyone but you" trope - after john has a stroke, you find yourself slightly split between two sides of the same coin. [ angst / romance ]
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tags / warnings ; intoxication, spanking, grinding, pleasure denial, thomas shelby being a bitch, smoking, masturbation, facial, cumplay if u squint, explicit consent, power imbalance
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I’m planning on getting a small tattoo of the word Endless on my arm (mainly for the sandman lol) and I was wondering what you think Morpheus’ reaction would be seeing it on me after I got it for him? (I think he’d be obsessed/fluffy and I want to see this scenario so bad). PS. If you decide to write this thank you so much!!!
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A/N: This has immaculate dark!Morpheus vibes, so I'm going to stick with that. On a side note: I've scarcely updated lately but I'm making the most of my break before the next term starts.
The tattoo feels itchy. You move around your arm a bit trying to ease the uncomfortable feeling. It doesn’t work as well as you’d like it to. Maybe putting on more Tattoo Goo will help but that is going to have to wait.
“I’ve got something to show you,” you announce cheerfully. Morpheus raises his eyebrows curiously. If he did notice your strange fidgeting, for some reason he is unwilling to mention it, yet.
You pull up your sleeve and his eyes hungrily glide across the now-bare skin. The typewriter-like letters spelling ‘Endless’ are easy to overlook if one isn’t specifically looking for them. It’s similar to a tag on a piece of clothing: silently informing the onlookers about the garment’s proper owner.
Studying his focused expression, you can’t quite tell what impression the surprise made on him. As an entity unbound to one corporeal form, does he even understand what it means to a person to get a tattoo? An uncomfortable tension appears in your abdomen, growing in strength with each second Morpheus stares at your arm without saying anything. “Do you like it?” you ask hesitantly.
Of course, he likes the tattoo - it’s as if you were branded as his property like a sigil burned on a crate of goods. Whatever creature will lay its eyes on you from this day forward - deity, human or anything in between - shall know that there is someone else, something else, constantly looking over your shoulder; whatever they do against or for you, they do it for or against something much bigger and sinister in its nature.
He can’t quite name the sensation residing in his viscera - excitement? Blossoming malice? In any case, it made his old, weary bones burn. Yes, there was an inexplicable, yet-to-be-named frenzy being born in the dark abyss of his soul (if the Endless even have a soul, that is). Wherever life leads you, even if you get horribly lost and leave him for another hairless ape, Morpheus’s name will still stain your skin - he’s going to remain part of you forever. Like devouts wear symbols of their god around their neck, you’re wearing your proclamation of subjection to him. What makes Morpheus even happier is that it can not be undone: you have sacrificed yourself on the altar of the only god that has ever loved you and he is much too fond of your immolation to ever give it up. For the first time in his too-long life, the object of his desire can not free themself from him. Not really.
What a strange world, where loyal dogs put on their own collars and leashes.
“I think I do,” he answers after a moment of silence.
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Maybe some fluffy Kurloz x Reader Headcanons? 👉👈
It's been so long since I've played openbound. This was a fun refresher. I hope you enjoy!
Kurloz x Reader Headcanons
-I will start with the non-fluffy stuff. Kurloz is a purpleblood who grew up with the clown church. He’s a strange troll with morbid tendencies. If we’re talking post accident Kurloz, then he doesn’t really communicate with people either.
-This can be seen in his relationship with you. For the first couple of months he’ll feel rather distant, never quite contributing much into the relationship. Every question you ask him turns into a crazy riddle. If the two of you were able to make it through that awkward patch, you’ll see him become more open. 
-Now onto the fluff! 
-Kurloz would ask if you were up to learn sign language. It’s the easiest way for him to talk without using his chucklevoodoos. Though, being honest, he’s not against using them when he wants to.
-He’d give you all the lessons of troll sign language you could ask for. He’s a very hands on teacher. He’d drag his gloved hands against yours to set them in the right position. If you're a human/non troll, he’d love to know how your version of sign language differs. He enjoys repeatedly signing the word ‘Fun’ at you. No one’s quite sure what it means.
-Kurloz would partake in pda. He feels no shame in leaning against your body or kissing you with stitched lips in front of the others. He would enjoy laying with you while watching the dream clouds float by. If he’s relaxed, or stoned, enough, he’d take a nap right there.
-On the topic, when he’s high he’s a lot more cuddly and playful. He’ll lay on top of you with a lazy, mildly sinister, smile all while signing dumb memes. He’s pretty malleable at the same time. You wanna go do something? He’s all for it. You wanna cuddle in a different position? Just move him any way you like.
-Kurloz would also come up with a strange nickname for you. It’ll be possibly crude and unusual. It’s an even mix up on if he’s going to call you by your actual name or something he created from the deep depths of his thinkpan. 
-I don’t think he’d introduce you to Gamzee. He’d like to keep his personal life away from his servitude.
-He has a habit of pressing the tips of his fingers onto his lips before pressing them into your own. There isn’t much of a reason as to why he does this. It’s more of something he just enjoys doing.
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cauliflowertree · 1 year
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hi!! could you write a blurb for damon salvatore x reader?? something just like fluffy and sweet and maybe cozy for the holiday season?? ty! <3
damon salvatore—all i want for christmas is you.
summary: a cozy night of christmas films.
word count: 0.4k
fanfic no. 038.
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as a child, damon’s favourite holiday was christmas. it was the one time his family seemed truly happy, though he was sure behind the façade his mother was working hard to keep up, there was something more sinister going on like the rest of the year. but it was christmas time when he couldn’t see it.
as he grew older, holidays lost their charm. but once he became a vampire, hallowe’en became somewhat of a favourite of his. it wasn’t until he met y/n that christmas began to hold a special place in his heart again.
“elf or the santa clause?” you asked, kneeling before the dvd player in the salvatore house.
“both classics,” he hummed. “you pick.”
“but you know i always pick elf,” you laughed.
“i wouldn’t have let you pick if i wasn’t going to be happy with your choice,” damon smiled, readying the blankets for your return to the couch.
you shrugged, inserting the dvd into the player and grabbing the remote on your way back to the sofa. damon covered you up with a thick, woollen blankets before handing you your mug of hot chocolate topped off with whipped cream.
he tried to watch elf for the millionth time, but found himself distracted, as always, by you. no matter how many times you watched the movie, buddy the elf still had you laughing away. he adored the whipped cream stuck to your upper lip, how soft your jawline was so close to him, how your smile lines grew the more you laughed.
he felt, in some strange way, nostalgic for those christmas days of his childhood, and wished you could have seen him then, could have been a part of everything he once loved.
“you’re not even watching,” you said, looking over to damon.
“i’m sorry,” he replied, lifting a hand to your cheek and brushing the hair away from it.
“we can watch something else,” you suggested, but damon shook his head instantly.
“if you’re sure,” you hesitated, but damon insisted, so you turned the movie back on and snuggled into him.
damon sighed contentedly, reaching up to stroke your hair, running his fingers through the soft strands. now when you laughed, he felt it against his body, and wished more than anything that nothing could ever take this happiness away from the two of you.
and thinking of the long years ahead of him, watching elf each december with you in his arms, he smiled softly, watching buddy the elf declare his love in his father’s office.
and then, he leant down to kiss the crown of your head, whispering—“i’m in love with you, and i don’t care who knows it.”
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cainluvr69 · 5 months
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"Willfully Playful" Owen SSR Card Story - The Flowerfall Game Hall, With You ~ Invitation for Owen
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the recordings for this were provided by known owen yume dante!
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Cain: Oh, here you are.
Akira: Owen!
Owen: Munch munch…
Mithra: Owen, those people have something they need from you.
Owen: What do you want…? In case you can't tell, I'm in the middle of something right now.
Cain: Are you two eating dinner together? It's definitely that time of night when you start getting hungry.
Owen: This is my tart. I'm not giving you any.
Mithra: I don't want anything but meat, anyway.
Akira: No, we're not here to eat… Owen, it's going to be your birthday soon, so I wanted to invite you to the Flowerfall Game Hall.
Owen: The Flowerfall Game Hall… Oh, that mini playground thing. An old friend of Shylock's made it a fancy place to play around in. I think.
Cain: If you already know about it, that'll make this faster. Akira wants to escort you there to celebrate your birthday. You can get there through this miniature of a door.
Akira: Will you accept my invitation, Owen? I'll escort you properly, so you can have a fun time and stuff…!
Owen: Hmmm. If I get to have fun there, does that mean I can mess it up as much as I want?
Akira: Huh?! Um, it's not mine, so I'd prefer if you didn't go wild in it…
Mithra: Munch. You might as well go.
Owen: Hey. You just took some of my fruit.
Mithra: There's not enough meat and I'm hungry. That little playground wasn't too bad of a place, you know. There was a place that I thought you might enjoy too, maybe. I only saw it while I was riding on horseback through the sky, though…
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According to Mithra, he'd seen what sounded like a European-style house standing in a dark corner of the grounds. It sounded a whole lot like some kind of scary haunted house-like attraction.
Cain: Now that you mention it, I think I saw a place like that too when we were high enough up. I remember thinking that just that one part of the park looked creepy and weird…
Owen: Oh? And here I was thinking it'd be nothing but kid's toys all lined up together.
Akira: (That's the kind of thing Owen's interested in…?!) Um… If you want to go there, I'd be happy to take you there! I'm a little scared of things like that, but I can ask Shylock about it and get ready for it…
Owen: You don't need to do that. Hey, how do we go to this Game Hall?
Akira: Oh, um, write your name on the invitation and then recite your spell, and the door will open. I do have an invitation already prepared…
I presented the invitation, and with a flourish of magic, Owen pulled a pen out from thin air and smoothly wrote his name down on it.
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Akira: Huh?
Cain: What, you want to go there right now?
Owen: Might as well.
Owen grinned broadly at me and Cain, both of us wide-eyed.
Owen: There's nothing I love more than people's faces twisted in fear, screams ripped from their throats. <Cure Memini>
The invitation began to flicker with light, and the door to the Game Hall began to open. The entire area was draped in mist.
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When the mist cleared up, we were standing in a place that looked a lot like an amusement park, with rides all around us.
Akira: We're really just here now… But I'm glad you accepted my invitation, Owen. Thank you so much. That outfit suits you wonderfully.
Owen: I guess this outfit isn't horrible or anything. Even if it did put itself on me without permission.
One aspect of the Flowerfall Game Hall's hospitality was giving the person invited into it an outit that suited them perfectly.
Owen: More importantly. We don't need anything from the fluffy, frilly place. Where's that haunted house?
Akira: Ah, hold on…!
Owen was on his broom before I knew it, and I was left chasing after him. Before long, however, we arrived at the house we'd been told about.
Owen: So this is it.
Just as we'd heard, this was the only part of the park that the sun didn't reach, shrouding it in a sinister, unearthly air. There were even strange animal cries from something just out of sight.
Akira: This feels really…real… This is the only part of all the fancy scenery that feels out of place…
Owen: Why are you just standing there? Didn't you say you were going to escort me? I'm looking forward it. Come on, let's go in already.
Akira: O-okay…!
Owen pushed me forward, a faint smile dancing on his lips, and I tamped down all my fears and opened the door. The inside of the manor was even darker than it was outside, and there was an unpleasant chill in the air. My eyes darted back and forth over things I couldn't quite see as I took a single, fearful step forward.
Akira: It's pretty dark… Owen, be sure to watch your feet… …Huh? I feel like I just stepped on something soft…
Owen: It's just a bunch of fabric. Maybe someone's scattered clothing?
Akira: Oh, you're right. But whose clothes are these…?
As those words were coming out of my mouth, something wrapped around my ankle.
Akira: ?!
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I started to panic and looked down--and immediately met the eyes of a face staring at me from within the fabric confines of the fallen clothing. Its eye sockets were sunken and hollow, and its bones rasped hollowly against one another as it opened it mouth.
Skull: Wel…come…
Akira: Waugh!!
Owen: Ahaha. Aren't you so happy? It's welcoming you. Come on, we're still standing in the door. Don't just stand there looking stupid, get yourself in already.
Akira: D-don't push on me like that…wahh, those paintings are laughing!
I was surrounded on all sides by frightening phenomena, but I still pressed forward, timidly though it was. There was a blood-red door laying in wait for us at the end of this dark and decrepit hallway. Even its very form, the curves of its handle, the carvings in the wood, was ominous. I was on edge. More on edge than I'd ever been before.
Akira: Ahh… There's definitely something lurking behind this…
Owen: Are you scared?
Owen tilted his head, watching me carefully. His mismatched eyes gleamed with a dark light, one that threatened to swallow me up.
Owen: I'm having a lot of fun right now, you know. If you say you hate it here, are we going to turn back?
Akira: …N-no…it's fine…
And then I heard a sound from above us--and when I looked up, something was falling from the ceiling.
Akira: …Watch out!
Owen: !
The second after I grabbed Owen's hand and pulled him out of the way, several skeletons swung down from above us, hanging suspended in the air.
Akira: …Huh? I thought they were going to hit us…
Owen: …Ahaha! You were the one who told me to watch out. Should someone as cowardly as you be saying the one saying that here? …But that's a lovely expression on you. Pale, desperate, and completely pathetic.
Owen's face drew close to mine, like a snake scenting its prey. His voice was as sweet and heavy as honey as he slowly, slowly reached his hand towards me.
Owen: Let me see that face as much as I want today, okay?
With a smile as seductive as an anglerfish's lure, Owen pushed the bloody door at my back open.
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Akira: Haah… Haah… We're finally out…
Owen: Oh, that was odd. What was that last scream? I haven't even heard anything like that from a crazed hen.
Akira: But, but, a severed head rolled down the stairs, and it startled me…!
Owen: You're such a wimp. If you get so scared by everything that comes at you like that, you'll need an extra heart for when your first one gives out. Oh, what a laugh. Just remembering it is getting to me.
I could see tears in the corners of his eyes. It felt like his laughter was more…open and genuine than it usually was. All his defenses were down.
Akira: (I don't think I've ever seen Owen laughing like this before.) (It was a heck of an adrenaline rush, but I'm glad I committed to doing this…)
It was pretty scary, but I was still happy to see Owen enjoying himself from the bottom of his heart. It made me want to say it to him one more time.
Akira: …Happy birthday, Owen. I hope this year is a wonderful one for you.
Owen: …
When Owen turned his gaze to me, something white started falling from the sky.
Akira: Ah…
Owen: What is this. Flower petals?
When the Flowerfall Game Hall had satisfied the heart of the person who'd been invited into it, the exit door would open, and this rain of flower petals was the cue. We were wrapped in a pale mist, our vision fading to white.
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Mithra: Oh, they're back.
Cain: Woah, they are! Welcome home, you two.
It took hearing Mithra's voice for me to realize we were back in the dining hall. Cain rushed over to us, looking worried.
Cain: I was starting to get worried you'd never come back. Um…did everything go okay?
Akira: Ahaha. It did, somehow…
Owen: Hm?
Owen tilted his head to one side and looked me over.
Owen: They didn't come back with us. And they suited you so well.
Akira: What do you mean by "them"…?
Owen: You had so many hands gripping onto you. On your shoulders and your arms. Hands of bone, and hands of flesh and blood.
Akira: …What?! Y-you're kidding, right…?!
I felt the blood drain from my face as I swatted at my arms and shoulders to make sure nothing was there, but Owen just grinned at me, looking as satisfied as he would stuffing an extra helping of dessert into his mouth.
Owen: Well now. Who knows?
Sub Story: The Whereabouts of the Stolen Meat
Akira: Oh, good evening, Owen. I see you're eating alone tonight.
Owen: What do you mean, "tonight".
Akira: When I came to give you the invitation to the Flowerfall Game Hall a while ago, you were eating with Mithra… I feel like I see the two of you together a lot.
Owen: That's just coincidence. That time he was only there because he was trying to steal the fruits off my fruit tart. So the next day I stole the meat he was going to have for dinner as payback and we almost killed each other about it. It's not like I'm ever around him because I want to be.
Akira: You two do tend to try to kill each other if you're around each other for too long…
Owen: Well, you know how it is. But about when we tore a hole in the roof, the twins suddenly popped out. They said whoever started it was the one in the wrong, so Mithra was the only one who got lectured about it. And he made that face he always does when he's like, "Hahh?" It was so funny.
Akira: Ahaha… That sounds like a very lively dinner. By the way, did you eat the meat that you stole, Owen? Although I honestly can't really picture you eating that kind of thing…
Owen: I would have, but the idea of eating something Mithra had been rubbing his grubby hands all over is disgusting. Who knows where he's been and what he's been touching. So I gave it to Sir Knight.
Akira: You gave it to Cain?
Owen: Yep. It's more like I forced it on him, actually. Like how you throw stuff into the trash? Like that. It's what he's there for. He gave me some sweets from a new shop in the capital as thanks. He acts all upright and proper about the weirdest things.
Akira: (He says that, but he looks pretty happy about it…) (Knowing he enjoyed himself at the Game Hall and that he had another good day right after makes me happy too, though.)
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strangelockd · 1 year
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Never Doubt My Love For You
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Pairing: Sinister!Strange x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: Its your birthday and you would rather not bother with it but Sinister changes your viewpoint of the day you used to dread.
Word Count: 843
Warnings: Angst, Major Tooth Rotting Birthday Fluff, Fluffy Sinister Showing His Soft Side, Slight Adult Themes
A/N: This is my little birthday fic for myself that I wanted to share with all of you. Its semi proof read. I hope you Enjoy it.
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It felt like any other day in the New York City Sanctum except it wasn’t for it was your birthday. You didn’t want Stephen to make a fuss about it, so you opted to not mention it. Looking around the place you grabbed the trinkets on the tables and organized them. Taking the duster and cleaning the place as spotless as possible to push the day out of your mind, it you keep busy the day will be over soon enough. Moving to the chambers you dusted the wooden furniture, taking the time to make sure the bed was properly made and looking presentable. Not that it mattered anyways for you and Sinister were the only occupants in this universe.
Only once your tasks were completed did you notice that you haven’t heard from Sinister, usually he was always within eye shot of you or at most the room next door. Placing the cleaning supplies in the closet you quickly changed into Stephens Columbia University hoodie with black sweatpants. Closing the bedroom doors, you roamed the halls seeking your husband. Looking through every room Sinister was nowhere to be found, it was the oddest thing. Did he go out without me or something? Worry started creeping into your mind as you descended the stairs only to suddenly notice a pleasant smell…chocolate? 
Noticing the smell was coming from the kitchen you walked over and opened the door to the most tender sight. Sinister didn’t leave, he was only baking you a birthday cake. Leaning against the doorframe you kept silent as you watched Sinister carefully apply the icing. Taking in the slight smile on his face as he smoothly spread out the chocolate frosting you couldn’t help but grin yourself. It was only when you gave out a soft sigh did, he even notice you were watching him. He was then attempting to pat some of the flour off his dark robes to little avail.
“Oh, my love. I wasn’t expecting you to see this until I was finished. I wanted to surprise you with a homemade cake.” 
Slowly stepping towards him you smiled, “Ah yes, I can see that. You really didn’t have to do this Stephen”
“Oh, but I wanted to. You know I love doing things for you” he smiled gently while placing a candle in the center of the cake. 
Wrapping your arms around his waist you pulled him in for a kiss. It was gentle at first, but as Sinister felt your lips pressing firmer, he parted his welcoming the sweet taste of your tongue. He locked a hand at the base of your neck pulling you in as close as possible, tilting your head back to gain deeper access to you. Hearing your soft coos made his trousers tighten and his heart skipped a beat. 
Stephen was always an excellent kisser without a doubt but this one felt special and more intimate. He wanted to show you how special you are always but, on your birthday, he always tried to show more so his love for you.
Pulling away with just a hair breath distance he lifted your chin facing him declaring, “Never doubt my love for you my precious dove”
He lifted the cake up to you making a quick gesture with his hand and the candle lit up. You couldn’t help but smile brightly giggling.
“Happy birthday make a wish my kitten,” he purred softly.
Taking a small inhale, you closed your eyes pausing a moment and blew. Sinister removed the candle and reached for the knife when you grabbed his hand and pulled him in once more making his eyes slightly widen.
“Im not quite in the mood for cake just yet,” you cooed.
“Well, what would you like to do then, its your day,” he smiled.
Tracing your finger along the counter you took an index finger and ran in softly through the chocolate icing. Placing it inside your mouth you let out a soft moan as you slowly cleaned off your finger. Stephens eyes glimmered bright as he watched in awe; he knew what you were doing. You little minx. 
“I want you to make love to me”
Stephen wasted no time pulling you in for another kiss. He wanted to be gentle but at this point with the hunger in your voice and desperation in your touch his skin was on fire, screw gentle.Hearing your moans deepen he tiled your head back to gain better access to your mouth. He wanted more and needed more of you always. You could make out the needy groans from the base of his throat making you smirk on the corner of your lips. Stephen always said you had this enchantment on him, he sometimes had a hard time believing you were real. Pulling away to catch your breath Sinister gently scoped you up bridal style resting his forehead upon yours. He slowly carried you to your shared chamber peppering your face and neckline with kisses.
“Who am I to say no to my birthday princess”
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geeky-politics-46 · 7 months
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Just Hold Me
Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader
Summary: Something is wrong. You are acting odd & all Stephen wants to do is help you feel better
Warnings: Not much, light angst & references to potential depression. Fluffy ending. Sinister being the most loving devoted boy ever even if he doubts himself.
Totally a self-comfort piece. I've been feeling sad & this is what I want right now.
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He wasn't used to seeing you this way. In fact, in all the time you had been in his universe, he had never seen you like this before. The light was missing from your eyes. You weren't crying, but your normal sunny disposition was nowhere to be found.
Your face was a blank slate. You didn't seem angry or outright upset, but your smile was nowhere to be seen. Even when he put on your favorite show, you weren't smiling and giggling like you normally would. It was breaking his heart.
You had always been the sunshine to his dark storm cloud self. You brightened his day and cleared away the gloom and cobwebs that had invaded his mind for years. He hoped that he hadn't somehow accidentally extinguished that fire and light that made you so enchanting. That was something he knew he would never forgive himself for. 
Even the weather outside had shifted with your personality. The cracks of sunlight that had started illuminating the barren land below, lulling it back to life, had dimmed. Storm clouds and low rumbles of thunder followed in the next few days. By the third day, it had begun steadily drizzling on and off all day.
Perhaps you wanted to leave but didn't know how to tell him. He was sure he would die if you did leave, but he wouldn't keep you there if you were no longer happy in his world. Or with him. Maybe you decided you couldn't love a monster like him anymore. He wouldn't blame you.
He found you sitting in your shared bed, bundled up in blankets, and just staring out the window. Watching the raindrops pitter patter against the window. Your hair hadn't been brushed in a day or two, and you were still in the shirt you slept in. 
"I know you have said nothing is wrong, but I know you are lying, my love. You can tell me if you want to leave. If you aren't happy with me anymore. If you have changed your mind about us. Or if I have done something to hurt you. I will make it right in any way that I can. Even if it means losing you. Your happiness is the most important thing in the multiverse to me." 
Your heart ached that you made him question your love for him. That had never even been a thought in your mind. You loved Stephen unconditionally. In fact, even you couldn't pinpoint what you were feeling or why you were feeling so withdrawn. You couldn't stand to see his eyes looking like a scolded puppy, and you immediately wanted him to be near you.
"Oh, Stephen. Come here. 
You unwrapped yourself from the blankets and patted the spot next to you on the bed. Wanting him to join you in your blanket cocoon.
"You haven't done anything to hurt me, and I definitely haven't changed my mind about us. I love you more than anything, Stephen. I'm just feeling really down, and I don't know why. It's stupid, and there's no real reason why that I can think of. I didn't want to bring your mood down with me, but I guess that didn't really work, huh?"
He had brought himself to sit in the bed next to you. Not wanting to touch you until you gave him permission, but he grabbed one of your hands in his as you wiped away a couple of stray tears with the other. 
"Trust me, darling. I have been to the depths of despair, and nothing you could say could bring me down. Not as long as you are here and you let me help you. Now, what do you need? Do you want anything to drink or eat? I can get you some more blankets to snuggle in. I can put on one of your favorite movies. I can leave you alone if you want me to, but I'd rather be here if you'll let me. Even if we just sit here in silence."
Your heart warmed at the honesty in his eyes and in his voice. You had never met a man quite like him. One who had seen and felt so much in his life. Had his world ripped apart in front of him, and yet all he wanted was to make you feel better. Even just having him next to you now made you feel a little less sad. A hint of a smile pulled at your lips for the first time in days. 
"Can you just hold me, please, Stephen? I just want to lay here and listen to the storm and have you hold me tight. I don't really know what's wrong with me right now, but you feel right to me."
He smiled at your request. He was so hoping that you would let him hold you. He knew that having you in his arms was always what made him feel better when the dark thoughts and lingering voices from the Darkhild threatened to overtake his mind. 
"Of course darling. All you ever have to do is ask." 
With that, he snuggled down under the covers and held you tight. Spooning you from behind and making sure his body touched yours as much as he possibly could before using his magic to pull the soft fluffy blankets up around both of you. Restoring your little cocoon you had made with both of you inside it now. Your hand quickly found its place over his, and your body wiggled to get even closer. 
He pressed a couple of soft, comforting kisses to your shoulder once you had found your comfortable spot. His heart fluttered a little when he heard you sigh and felt you relax into his arms. Letting your body melt into his. 
You stayed like this for what had to be hours. It didn't matter to him how long he stayed there. He wasn't going to let you go until you told him to. He would hold you until the universe collapsed around you both if you asked him to. His reason for living was to be the mooring that held you steady in both calm and stormy seas.
He knew you were on the verge of sleep by the way your breath pattern changed. It was only then that he let his own guard down and let himself begin to drift with you. Then, in the smallest and sweetest tone, he heard you whisper. It was barely audible.
"Thank you, Stephen. I love you."
He smiled softly to himself. Nudging his nose into your hair to get closer to you still. Whispering back into your ear, the truest words he had ever spoken in his life.
"I love you too, darling. Always and with all of my being. Though good and bad."
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ironstrange1991 · 2 years
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Dating multiple Stephens would include...
Headcanon / Imagine (Fluffy / Smut)
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Pairing: Defender!Strange x Fem!Reader, Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader, Supreme!Strange x Fem!Reader (Established Relationship)
Warnings: +18 Slight mentions of sexual content including oral sex with both male and female receiving, anal sex, fingering, rough sex.
A/N: This is completely nonsensical, non-canonical for obvious reasons, incursions and blablabla. It's basically me obsessed with the idea so I needed to write it. Sinister isn't here because I can't imagine him in this scenario, it just doesn't make sense to me. Read the One Shot based in this headcanon ;)
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- You fell in love first with Doctor Strange, then came the other two: Defender Strange and Supreme Strange, three versions of the same man sharing the same timeline and universe and no, it never crossed your mind to choose between them.
-You call them Stephen which obviously causes some confusion. When you call one of them the three show up asking what you need and when you're mad you scream their name and the three show up with those worried faces wanting to know what they did wrong. It's so cute that most of the time you even forget why you were mad and end up letting it go.
- You, on the other hand, are never confused. First, because each of them has a different tone of voice. Supreme's voice is smoother, it's almost like he sings as he speaks. Defender has the huskiest, roughest voice and may be all in your head, but you sometimes get a foreign accent when he says certain words, probably because he speaks so many different languages. Your Doctor Strange has a deeper voice and you can recognize these tiny details even when they whisper your name in the morning.
- Each one of them has a different pet name for you and you love each one of them. Supreme calls you Honey, Doctor Strange calls you Sweetheart, and Defender calls you Baby.
- You had to establish strict rules. As soon as you embarked on this unconventional relationship you soon realized that you had to set some rules before they kill each other or drive you crazy because they argue all the time.
- Even with the rules they still argue and that's a big part of your relationship, you spend a lot of time calming their tempers and making them understand each other by ensuring that you love all three equally and that you are enough for all three and that you will give enough attention to the three of them and God help you if one of them gets it into their head that you are privileging one over the others. -Cough cough Supreme Strange-
- Supreme is the most jealous and the most dramatic, he will always complain that you are not paying enough attention to him. He is also the first to pick fights with others out of jealousy.
Doctor Strange is also jealous, but he's nowhere near as clingy as Supreme. He is much sure of himself, he will tease you all day and make you crave his attention instead.
Defender is not jealous, he is the most mature of the three, the most serious and he hates fights and arguments. On the other hand he is extremely affectionate and he knows that you love his caresses, the kisses he gives on your forehead. He's too sure of himself to be jealous.
- To avoid fights you sleep one night with each of them unless you ask them to do something different, but that's another story. They usually prefer one at a time. They are obsessed with control and think that everything is more balanced that way. Nobody has more or less of you.
- You all sleep together of course, what's the point of dating three Stephens if you can't have all three fucking you at the same time? And you love those nights when you have three pairs of hands on you and three mouths to kiss and three cocks to play with and use all night. You do everything but sleep on these occasions.
- You also only sleep with two of them, depending on the day if one of them is more tired than the others and decides to go to bed earlier, but you'll have to make up for it the next morning. Again, everything must be perfectly balanced.
- Of course, each of them has their own way of fucking you and that's what makes everything so exciting.
Defender is extremely affectionate, he treats you like a goddess, he worships you, he showers you with praise and fucks you at a slower and more intense pace, very sensual. He's also the best at oral sex, you won't say it out loud unless you want to start a war between them, but you make sure to let him know by whispering in his ear that you love it when he eats you out and makes you moan loudly as you come in his mouth, sometimes more than once in a night. He also has a submissive side that you adore, but he will only reveal this when the two of you make love alone. He loves that you pull his hair, choke him and decide when and where he can cum.
- Supreme is extremely cocky and the most egocentric of them, he is a little bit of a narcissist and thinks he is the most beautiful and perfect Stephen Strange in the multiverse and he fucks you like he has to prove that he is better and superior at everything. He really is the best at anal sex, in fact your first time was with him and he treated you so lovingly and made you feel so comfortable that anal sex became a recurring thing between you two. You love it. Overall, he is affectionate but not as affectionate as Defender, he fucks you at a faster pace, he is rough at times, especially when he is angry and you use a lot of sex to calm him down, but he always asks if you are well and if you want him to go slower with you.
- Doctor Strange loves to talk dirty with you, he loves to stick his fingers in you and fuck you with them while he talks all kinds of obscenities in your ear, he's the only one who can make you come so fast and with so little effort. Mutual masturbation is your favorite kink, it's something you always do together and you love it. He loves to play, he loves roleplay, he is always open to new and different things and you have a level of intimacy with him that is even greater than you have with the others. He makes you feel like a whore and you love it. He brings you to your knees and makes you go deep throat on him as he calls you of his little slut or his cock drunk whore. You love that side of him, but that's also reserved for when you're alone. He is the most open to different things and taking risks. He loves toys, he loves to fuck you all over the Sanctum and he fucks you hard and very rough, but he also knows how to be affectionate, it depends on your mood and what you want to do.
- When it's gangbang night you're always surprised how perfect they are together in bed. Like a perfectly orchestrated symphony they know exactly how to play all your strings like a violin and you always cum multiple times through the night feeling like the luckiest woman in the world because these men know how to fuck you and you love to get cock drunk and let them fuck you however they want and for as long as they want until you get yourself spent and collapse into bed and sleep for the rest of the night.
-One specific rule is that having sex with all three also involves sleeping together. After all, you love the after-sex, the aftercare with the three Stephens taking care of you. Each of them worrying about a task. One of them preparing the tub for a hot bath, the other using magic to heal any sex bruises they might have left on you while the other changes the sheets you've ruined with all your fluids and makes the bed ready for you to sleep. And you need to sleep touching all three, you usually sleep between Doctor Strange's legs using his chest as a pillow, Defender to your right and close enough for you to stroke his hair and Supreme to your left holding your hand firmly in his.
- Dating multiple Stephens includes learning about the smallest and cutest differences between them. For example, Defender Strange snores softly, but it doesn't bother you at all. Supreme talks in his sleep, he often mumbles things he read during the day, most things are unintelligible, but you can't help but think it's cute. Doctor Strange has nightmares and usually wakes up in the middle of the night scared and pulls you into his arms because he needs the contact of your body on his to get back to sleep.
- Defender always wakes up very early and is a very light sleeper. Supreme is a super heavy sleeper and it's very difficult to wake him up, in fact it's a struggle to get him up before 9am. Doctor Strange is like you he has insomnia and it's hard to get him to sleep and the constant nightmares don't help. You often wake up in the middle of the night to find your bed empty and you end up finding him in the library reading. On those nights you usually lose sleep, you make the two of you tea and keep him company.
- You also have your favorite way of waking them up in the morning. On the rare occasions when you wake up before Defender you love to play with his hair and give light kisses on the forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks. Usually when you get to his lips he is already fully awake with a beautiful smile on his lips and pulling you closer to him which can lead to morning sex or not, depending on the day. He always wakes up in a good mood.
- Unless it's absolutely necessary you avoid waking Doctor Strange up because it's usually hard to get him to sleep in the first place, but when you need to wake him up, you like to tease him just like he teases you. Kissing his neck and running your hand innocently over his body until it reaches his morning erection and whispering obscenities in his ear. He doesn't like to wake up when he finally gets to sleep, but that way he's less irritated and you can even wipe a smile off his face. It will usually lead to morning sex, unless you're not in the mood, then you'll pleasure him with a hand job usually. He's not grumpy, but he's not super happy in the morning either. He needs time to get into the rhythm of the day.
- Supreme Strange hates waking up early and he sleeps very heavily so it's hard to wake him up. Unless he has a mission or something important to take care of he prefers not to get out of bed before 9am. If you can let him sleep you'll let him sleep because he can be very grumpy in the morning, but when you need to wake him up you blowjob him and he wakes really quickly. He won't be necessarily happy to get out of bed, but he'll definitely be a lot less grumpy.
- Defender is extremely affectionate not only in sex, but throughout the day. He's a kisser, he loves to kiss your forehead and reassure you that you're okay. He's not afraid to tell you he loves you and he does all the time.
- Supreme is touch starved, he needs to always have his hands on you, and he loves having you touching him, whether it's massaging you after a stressful day or surprising you with kisses on the neck. He says he loves you, but it is sporadically, he prefers to show it with small gestures or gifts.
- Doctor Strange is a mix of the other two with the addition that he is super horny. He likes to surprise you by hugging you from behind and rubbing his hips against you making you feel his bulge, he whispers in your ear the things he wants to do with you and then disappears through the Sanctum leaving you totally aroused. He's a teaser. He says he loves you, but usually in bed when you wake up together or go to sleep cuddled after sex.
- Living in the Sanctum with three Stephens also includes being surprised by magic practices fueled by unwanted visits from certain demonic creatures they have to fight which usually ends up with half the Sanctum destroyed and them rebuilding everything with magic afterwards. It's scary and stressful, but it's also magical and you wouldn't trade the adrenaline for anything in the world.
- Another of your rules is that except Defender, the other two Stephens must stay away from your kitchen. Doctor Strange because he has a bad habit of using your fridge to store the most disgusting and horrendous things you can imagine. You forced him to use the attic to store his horrible things and after a big fight he gave in and only went into the kitchen to eat. Supreme because he nearly set the kitchen on fire trying to use magic to cook spaghetti.
Defender on the other hand is a great cook and you always love it when you come home from work and find him cooking, the Sanctum full of that delicious smell of food. You love to hug him from behind and surprise him with a kiss on the shoulder and praise him for being so perfect. Which usually draws jealous looks from the other two.
- Living with three men makes you desperately need your personal space to do your thing and to get away from them sometimes when they annoy you. You have your bedroom where they only enter after knocking on the door and asking permission. No opening portals inside your room. They also don't go through your things or interfere when you're working. That's a rule none of them will break unless they want to pick a fight with you. It's not like you can stay away from them for long though, after a few hours working and doing your thing you'll go looking for them for cuddling.
- Oh yes you need to cuddle. You love cuddling. Movie nights are your favorite nights. Usually Fridays when you come home from work tired. You take a hot shower, sometimes Defender cooks for you, other times you order food and end up lying on your king size sofa. Your head in Supreme's lap, he stroking your hair. Legs thrown in Doctor Strange's lap, he massages your feet or simply leaves his hand on your waist for you to intertwine your fingers with his and Defender lies in front of you, his head resting on your chest. you like to let his hair down and caress him and it's not uncommon that you end up falling asleep there and wake up with one of them picking you up to take you to bed.
- They love to please you, so it's not uncommon for you to come home from work and they're waiting with a hot bath prepared for you in the bathtub, which will lead to a massage session with three pairs of hands caressing your bare body and possibly they will take turns to give you a more intimate massage and make you cum without asking for anything in return. These moments are just for your pleasure and you love it.
- They shower you with gifts. You come home from work and when you go to your room you find small packages on your desk and just take a look at the note to know who the present is before you even open it obviously because it has your pet name on it and because their handwriting is slightly different.
- Supreme has a scrawled handwriting, literally a doctor's handwriting, sometimes you struggle to understand what is written, but you think his handwriting is beautiful just the same.
Defender has a professor's handwriting, his lettering is just fluid and round and slightly pulled to the right
Doctor Strange writes with print letters most of the time, but his handwriting is very beautiful too, just more sloppy yet completely readable.
They all use magic to be able to write.
- The contents of these packages vary, Supreme loves to give you jewelry, Doctor Strange loves to give you lingerie and other toys to use together and Defender knows you love to read so he always picks the best books for you, and he also writes poetry for you.
- You love date night. You love going to the movies or to a good restaurant. You have rules about that too. You set a weekend for each of them and it usually works out pretty well.
- Supreme loves to take you to expensive restaurants, for him everything must be the best always, he's a bit of a snob and you scold him sometimes, but you know deep down you like that side of him.
- Doctor Strange likes night clubs and karaoke’s. He never dances or sings, but he loves to sit in the secluded corner and watch the movement, drink and tease you all night, sometimes he will reach under the table to touch you and make you desperate for him. He is such a whore and you love it. He loves to see you singing, he loves to see you embarrassing yourself singing the most random songs in the world. He knows you like it and it always puts beautiful smiles on his face.
- Defender loves to take you to the movies, but preferably to the theater, he likes opera and you learned to like it because of him. He also loves Shakespeare and will take you to see every possible play on show in town or anywhere else in the world.
- They fight a lot among themselves, but they can't stand it when you fight with one of them. If it happens and you get upset with one of them the others will always find a way to talk to you and ask you to calm down and think it over and convince you to forgive whatever the other Stephen did or didn't do.
- You fight more with Supreme because he's too cocky sometimes and he annoys you, he's overly jealous and sometimes he hurts you by pointing out that you're paying more attention to others when clearly you're not.
- Doctor Strange irritates you because he wants to control everything and he sometimes doesn't take your opinion into consideration. He always wants to be the guy who chooses which movie to watch, he will always have the last word and sometimes he doesn't listen to you and it hurts you.
- You rarely fight with Defender and usually your fights with him are driven by your excessive concern for him. He works too much, he's the Stephen who always ends up hurting the most during missions and he also neglects you to the detriment of work sometimes and it irritates you. But in general you hardly ever really fight with him and he is always the first to apologize and also to ask you to make up with the other Stephens.
- Sometimes you wake up in the morning and forget which Stephen you slept with. It's funny, but they're the same person so it's justifiable too. You don't mistake Defender because his ponytail is unmistakable, but Supreme and Doctor Strange you do sometimes. Especially if they are lying on their stomachs with their face turned away and all you can see is their back and their salt and pepper hair. You find out eventually waking them up with kisses on the neck and making them turn to you. You will never tell them this.
- You love it when you take a nap on the couch and are woken up by one of them. You can usually figure out which one is waking you up before you even open your eyes. Defender wakes you up by kissing your forehead. Supreme wakes you up kissing your cheek and lips and his smooth face hands you over and Doctor Strange wakes you up caressing your face and ruffling your hair. You love all those differences, all the little details that make them who they are and you wouldn't trade your relationship for the world.
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wint3r-h3art · 2 years
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⚠️18+ ONLY. Minors DNI. Do not copy, repost, or translate my works without my consent. Blank blogs & blogs with no age will be blocked.
⛔️dark theme
❤️‍🔥:1k+ 💖:500+
616 | Armani Strange:
⚠️Please Doctor...💖
⚠️I need you, Doctor ❤️‍🔥
⚠️It’s You, It’s Always Been You❤️‍🔥
⚠️Suit & Tie❤️‍🔥
⚠️Midnight Snack💖
⚠️All Mine 💖
⚠️Beg for It
⚠️The Doctor’s Order ❤️‍🔥
⚠️Office Hour | Professor Strange
Sinfully, Yours AU | Sugar Daddy Strange
⚠️The Beginning
⚠️More Than You Bargain For
Strange Supreme (What If…?)
⚠️Until Eternity
Sinister Strange:
⚠️⛔️Once Upon A Dream ❤️‍🔥
⚠️⛔️Once Upon A(nother) Dream💖
Defender!Strange :
⚠️Secret We Share 
⚠️The Study of Anatomy
Series:
⚠️⛔️Sun Killer Series
⚠️ The Princess & her Captain
⚠️ The Wizard & I
Others:
Ms. Sea Salt Chocolate Chips Cookies Casual!Strange
No Portal! Dad!Strange
Headcanons:
Fluffy headcanon 1
Strange’s variants with glasses headcanon
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dramioneasks · 28 days
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Hi, do you have some ff recommendations which are exclusive on Fanfiction.net and not crossposted on AO3?
my tbr-list is filled with AO3 stories but I'm sure there are some gems on FF.net too :)
Thanks!
On the one hand, I'm like: I came back at the perfect time to answer this question, because FFN got me into fanfiction. It's my first love. But on the other hand, I'm almost exclusively an AO3 reader now (FFN got too spammy).
Your best bet is to honestly just google something you're interested in and see if it's cross-posted. There was a big push a few years ago for authors to move or at least cross-post their fanfiction. And then there's a lot of fans who have moved older stuff over when it looks like the author is no longer active. So googling is the only way to tell.
But I'm happy to share my personal Dramione FFN favorites list, and I'm 100% sure some of our followers will post theirs in the comments.
-Shirlyn
The Request by redhead414 - M, 39 chapters - Astoria was never a fan of Hermione Granger, but pretty soon, she would be gone, and Draco was going to need all the help he could get. Rated M for future chapters.
The Fine Line Between Love and Hate by Short-circuit-Soulmate - M, 30 chapters - The Silver Marauders are the most popular group in school, consisting of Ron, Harry, Blaise and Draco. Hermione is the most unpopular girl in school. Blaise wants to discover the motivation behind Draco's constant bullying of Hermione. AU. Violence. COMPLETE!
Vibrations by Craft Rose - M, 6 chapters - After three years of a mundane, sexless existence and far too much wine, our favourite brunette happens upon the magic equivalent of a sex line. There, an intriguing, deliciously devilish caller manages to pique her interest. It's all fun and anonymous
Wrong Life by camnz - M, 25 chapters - Hermione wakes up in the wrong bed, with the wrong face, and with a husband that hates her.
Crimson with a Silver Lining by Lady Cailan - M, 78 chapters - It is six years since the fall of the Ministry to Voldemort. Those other than purebloods are deemed less than human. When Ginny's daughter ends up in grave danger, Hermione sells herself to the Death Eaters to save her life. Draco/Hermione. Not fluffy.
Burbage High by Charlotte Bird - M, 27 chapters (abandoned) - 14 Years post war, Hermione has become Head of the progressive, yet failing Burbage High. Handling right wing politics is easy, but working out why Malfoy is insisting his son start there in September is not. 10 years spent in Azkaban and 2 years isolated in the muggle world may have changed Draco, but surely not that much? Is something more sinister going on?
Forget Me by Emara88 - M, 26 chapters - The war ended over two years ago, but Hermione still feels the echoes of strange memories from that time, as though something is missing or has been taken from her. When she sees Draco Malfoy at a Ministry ball and collapses, falling into a coma, the truth about their past together is revealed.
Once More with Feeling by Kyonomiko - M, 20 chapters - Sometimes taking a second look can give you a new perspective on someone. Hermione has difficulty analyzing people once she has made up her mind, especially in regards to herself. Circumstances what they are, she might not have a choice but to try again. Dramione EWE. Granger Enchanted Awards 2018 Winner
Who Needs Friends by camnz - M, 47 chapters - Friends prove difficult as Hermione and Blaise start dating, especially his friends. Malfoy is particularly offended by Hermione's presence on the scene.
Simply Irresistible by bookworm1993 - M, 30 chapters - Draco gave a cocky grin. "I am going to give you a makeover." "I'm sorry what?" "You heard me Granger, I'm going to give you a makeover that will make every man want you,and make Weasley die of regret. You will be simply irresistible."
Pride, Image, and Reputation by Fanofbooks.Harry Potter - M, 28 chapters - They hate each other. Plain and simple. But he's Draco Malfoy, and no girl escapes his charm. Even if it is stupidly smart Granger. But what happens when progress is actually made...from both ends, and a certain little bet between friends gets in the way?
Of Kings and Queens by galfoy - M, 26 chapters - Hermione has a bad habit. Draco has a big problem. The universe has one heck of a plan.
Little, Fragile Toys by Bex-chan - M, oneshot - "That incident, their first kiss, always reminded her of a car crash; people often described how they could recall every moment before and every moment after, but the impact itself was lost or hazy, like when you find a new bruise and can't remember where it came from. And Hermione could genuinely remember every detail that followed the impact. Every detail." Dramione. One-shot.
It's All Uncharted by redhead414 - M, 38 chapters - "Are you ready?" she asked. Draco brushed the back of his hand against her forehead before tracing it down her cheek. "I was ready the moment you came back into my life, Granger. Are you ready?" "With you," she whispered, "I'm ready for anything."
It's Just Me by jehszs - M, 32 chapters - After a night of mistaken identity Hermione finds herself unable to stay away from the mystery man from the darkness. How can she stop herself from falling for him when he's doing everything in his power to make her his again? M. HG/DM. Warning: some non-consensual sexual themes
Heir Brained by diagonally - M, 42 chapters (abandoned) - The war witnessed Draco managing his way into the Order's fold & the trio's cramped boundaries. Years later, they are quasi-friends. Does Hermione want more? Want to bet your copy of 'Hogwarts, a History? Flashbacks/action/post HBP
Utterly Despicable by camnz - M, 24 chapters - The death of both Voldemort and Harry Potter let the pureblood elite build the world they wanted. One that leaves Hermione in a vulnerable state, which Draco Malfoy is prepared to take full advantage of.
The Bracelet by AkashaTheKitty - M, 103 chapters - Hermione has everything she could possibly want... Except a life. People are getting sick of her superior attitude, especially Draco Malfoy, who schemes to get her down, once and for all. And then there's the thing with The Bracelet... 7th year AR. COMPLETE SINCE 2009 XD
Forbidden by Darkest Dawn - M, 17 chapters - He hated her...but he would have her. After all: Forbidden fruit always tasted much sweeter. -Being revised-
Sweet Caroline by gingercat0319 - M, 43 chapters - He was rich, single and disgustingly handsome. Learn how a four-year-old will turn his world up-side down. Sequel now posted - My Darling Caroline.
The Passion Of Hate by XorderlyXchaosXnXconfusionX - M, 17 chapters - It's a known fact to the entire population of Hogwarts that Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy hate each other with a passion. But what happens when that passion turns the hate to lust? Winner for He Had It Coming Dramione awards
Valentine Encounter by Kyra4 - T, 24 chapters - READ ME! Draco and Hermione are Head Boy & Girl, but do NOT share a common room and see as little of each other as possible til a fateful encounter on Valentine's night leads to a gradual, reluctant romance. Starts 7th year goes postHogwarts. NOW COMPLETE
Never is a Promise by LoPotter - M, 45 chapters - HrD fic, they're head girl and boy and having an interesting year. June 19! I finally updated! It's been a year, sorry. But here's Chapter 45. Oh nelly :
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twistedappletree · 9 months
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TYPE: One-shot
JURISDICTION: It’s fluffy, your honor.
PAIRING: Lan Sizhui/Jin Ling
SIDE CHARACTERS: Lan Jingyi, Fairy
ELEMENTS: Humor, junior banter, Gusu setting, canon universe, crush/light romance, wholesome interaction, helpless Jin Ling in an embarrassing situation because we love to see it~
{ AO3 }
In which Jin Ling is terrified of spiders, Lan Jingyi is a mischievous chaos gremlin and Lan Sizhui comes to the rescue on a night hunt gone hilariously wrong.
Requested by a friend. 🖤🕷️🕸️
The frigid night air whipped through Jin Ling’s hair as he leapt from branch to branch in pursuit of a straggling corpse. This was his first night hunt in Gusu without his uncle nearby to supervise. The feeling was both terrifying and liberating but he also knew his uncle’s expectations of him were much higher.
He had to hunt something big.
He launched himself into the air with the toe of his boot, readied an arrow in his bow and released it into the corpse’s head. It stumbled forward and collapsed to the ground with a pathetic groan.
Jin Ling landed beside its limp body and kicked it in the side for good measure.
A sudden whirlwind of white and sky blue descended from above along with the silver glint of a sword. The sword pierced through the corpse’s neck as its wielder landed gracefully beside Jin Ling.
Jin Ling clenched his fists and stomped one foot into the dirt. “Lan Jingyi, will you quit it already?!”
The young Lan disciple next to him wiped the blade of his sword and smirked, tossing his long black bangs to the side. “Why would I quit when it makes you so mad?”
“It was already dead!”
“It twitched.”
Jin Ling grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest. “Why are you even following me around? Can’t find your own prey or what?”
“You don’t know? I’ve been asked to keep an eye on Young Mistress Jin.”
Jin Ling’s eyes narrowed at the nickname. “And who’s keeping an eye on you and your annoying mouth?”
Lan Jingyi sheathed his sword and placed his hands on his hips with a triumphant grin. “No one! So you’re just gonna have to deal with it.”
A strange breeze wove between them, directing their gaze to a darker section of the forest heavy with mist.
Seeing this, Lan Jingyi really did shut his mouth as the air around them turned glacial and sinister. Jin Ling took a step forward and squinted into the rapidly forming fog. “Corpses?”
Lan Jingyi shook his head. “I don’t think so. They would’ve attacked us by now. This mist, though…” He stepped forward with Jin Ling and outstretched his hand toward the growing cloud. “It feels natural but intentional. Like it’s camouflaging something.”
Jin Ling’s brows narrowed and a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Then what are we standing here for? Let’s go see!”
In a blur of yellow robes and blind enthusiasm, Jin Ling flew into the mist as fast as he’d spoken. Lan Jingyi tensed and called, “Hey, wait!” as he reluctantly chased after him.
Though it was hard to see through the mist, a flash of yellow pierced his murky sight. He instinctively reached out, grabbed and pulled what he thought was Jin Ling’s clothes but when he yanked his hand back, a pained cry escaped from the young Jin disciple. Lan Jingyi looked down to see that he’d grabbed his hair instead.
Before he could let go and apologize, Jin Ling twirled around and thwacked him upside the ribs with his sheathed sword. Lan Jingyi wailed pitifully and buckled over. He held his side and hissed in pain. “The hell was that for?!”
Jin Ling shoved his peeved face through the mist and glared down at him. “What do you mean what was it for?! You almost ripped my hair out, idiot!”
Lan Jingyi whined and rubbed his sore ribs. “You really do have the temper of a young mistress.”
“Shut up!”
“Point proven.”
Just when Jin Ling was about to hit him again, a curious skittering noise came from the towering trees above them. Lan Jingyi winced as he rose to his feet. “Shit… I knew it.”
Jin Ling gave him a look of confusion and annoyance, still bitter about having his hair yanked like a horse with no reigns. He worked on fixing his loosened ponytail and asked, “Knew what?”
“This place, this fog—I knew it seemed familiar. There’s tales about mist covered nests deep in Gusu’s woods that belong to giant man-eating spiders.”
Jin Ling froze at the mention of spiders. Though he kept this fact to himself, he hated spiders and the thought of a gargantuan blood-thirsty spider speeding towards him on its abnormally large, spindly legs made his skin crawl. “I’ve… I’ve never heard of such a thing. Ridiculous! Probably just a lame rumor meant to scare kids and keep them out of the woods.”
“Maybe,” Lan Jingyi shrugged, “But I’m pretty sure I’ve heard the old man talking about it with HanGuang-Jun back at the Cloud Recesses.”
Jin Ling swallowed at the thought of Lan Qiren and Hanguang-Jun seriously discussing something like this. “Whatever,” he dismissed. “I see no webs and no spiders, so I’m going to go check out that noise and catch something. Stay here and keep scaring yourself with pointless stories if you wanna be a baby.”
Jin Ling did his best to hide his anxiety and whipped around before jumping up into the trees. Lan Jingyi scowled and scrambled after him. “Young Mistress Jin!” he shouted, hoping to anger him enough that he’d come back. However, Jin Ling ignored him and pressed on.
Irritated, Lan Jingyi closely followed the sound of rustling leaves and groaning wood as Jin Ling pounced from branch to branch above him. Finally, he heard a sudden ‘oof!’ as the noises in the trees stopped.
“Jin Ling?” Lan Jingyi called, unable to see anything through the dense fog.
“Wha… what is this?!” Jin Ling said, his tone strained and full of confusion.
Lan Jingyi heard the small twinge of panic in the other’s voice and followed it to a modest clearing where the mist was significantly thinner. He waved away the remaining milky haze until he was greeted by a sight so comically bewildering that he blinked several times to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.
In front of him was a giant spiderweb woven between the trunks of two strong trees and caught in the center was a struggling Jin Ling with all four limbs splayed like a flying squirrel hovering a mere four feet off the ground.
Lan Jingyi stared blankly for a moment before erupting with laughter. The vision before him was so hilariously satisfying that he almost fell over. Jin Ling’s rage was bubbling up again but he opted to ignore Lan Jingyi’s cackles and focused on trying to tear his hands and legs free. He punched and kicked and rocked forward but the web was surprisingly strong, as though it was specifically woven to catch human prey.
“This is too good, it’s too good!” Lan Jingyi chanted, practically rolling on the ground with wild amusement.
“Will you shut up already?” Jin Ling snapped. “I can’t focus with all your screeching!”
Lan Jingyi tried to catch his breath in between laughs. “If you didn’t storm off like a moody mistress, you wouldn’t have to focus on this.”
Jin Ling tried to lunge forward but it was no use. The web had him locked in place from head to toe. He exhaled and stopped trying for a moment. “Then how about you make yourself useful for once and get me out of here?”
Lan Jingyi pretended to contemplate while an impish idea surfaced in his mind. I’ll just leave him here for a bit to scare him, then come back to help, he thought. He choked back his laughter and composed himself before staring up at Jin Ling with a feigned serious expression.
“No way,” Lan Jingyi barked, his tone sharp but still laced with amusement. “It’s your own fault for barging into this situation, so get out of there yourself!”
Jin Ling fumed and flailed as much as his trapped limbs would allow. “Seriously?! If my uncle finds out you left me here, he’ll… h-he’ll…!”
Laughter bubbled out of Lan Jingyi. “He’ll what? Scold you for getting caught instead of doing the catching? He’d probably leave you here too!”
Jin Ling’s face burned with anger and embarrassment. “Then get me down so we can finish the hunt and actually catch something!”
Lan Jingyi crossed his arms and puffed out his chest like a cocky pigeon. “Nope. Think of this as a cultivation trial. If you can free yourself from that web before the spider comes back, you’ll be ready to face the deepest, darkest depths of Gusu’s wilderness.”
This was the second time he’d mentioned the spider. Jin Ling’s face paled at the thought of whatever mammoth eight-legged beast owned the web he was trapped in. He could barely handle normal sized spiders, though he’d never dream of revealing his fear to Lan Jingyi.
While Jin Ling manically tore through hypothetical scenarios and outcomes if the spider showed up, Lan Jingyi turned around and started walking away. “H-Hey!” Jin Ling shouted. “Where are you going?!”
“Hunting!” Lan Jingyi called back before disappearing into the trees.
Jin Ling huffed with frustration and wiggled around. “What a loser.”
He quickly realized that struggling only made the web’s grip on him stronger since the more he flailed, the more heavy strands of sticky silk wound themselves around his wrists and ankles. Burning the web away was out of the question since he couldn’t reach his talismans and calling his uncle for help was far too embarrassing.
He wouldn’t be surprised if his uncle really did just leave him there like Lan Jingyi predicted. Regardless, he couldn’t reach his flares either.
Jin Ling furrowed his brow and pouted angrily as he brainstormed. “I can’t believe I’m asking myself this,” he mumbled, “but what would Wei Wuxian do?”
Suddenly, he had a flashback to the last time Wei Wuxian ‘handled’ a difficult situation: by running around like a chicken with no head and shrieking for HanGuang-Jun to come save him.
“Useless!” he spat.
He didn’t know how Wei Wuxian could be so shameless, so ridiculous. The last thing he needed right now was another Lan showing up and gloating at his predicament.
Just then, a rustling noise came from the bushes to his right. He froze, remembering the spider but whatever was in the bushes was far too small to create such a large web. Jin Ling watched carefully as the fluffy head of a well-groomed dog popped out of the leaves accompanied by the gentle chime of a round bell around its collar.
“Fairy!” Jin Ling exclaimed. “Where have you been?! Quick, go get help from—“
Jin Ling grew quiet as more rustling came from the bushes and a tall, handsome boy dressed in the white robes of the Lan sect stepped out. He brushed a generous amount of twigs and leaves out of his raven bangs that had accumulated from following Fairy through the forest.
Jin Ling’s face blanched. “…Lan Sizhui…?!”
Lan Sizhui looked up at him with a pair of wide, doe-like eyes that sparkled quite brilliantly in the moonlight. His mouth fell open at the sight of Jin Ling in the web, not entirely sure how to respond to the situation.
“Young Master Jin! There you are,” said Lan Sizhui, a wave of relief in his pleasant voice. “Are you alright?”
Jin Ling glowered at him and turned up his nose. “Tch. How about you ask your annoying Lan twin? He’s the one who left me here!”
Lan Sizhui blinked. “Lan Jingyi…?” He sighed and walked closer to Jin Ling, Fairy trotting triumphantly at his side as though she’d brought her master his knight in shining armor.
Lan Sizhui studied both the web and Jin Ling for a moment and suppressed a chuckle. He looked up at him with a sympathetic smile. “You’re stuck?”
Jin Ling turned beet red and snapped, “I’m not!!!” I-I’m just thinking…!”
Lan Sizhui smiled again, amused by his unwavering pride and reached for a small hunting knife that was strapped to his upper thigh. While Jin Ling was trying his best not to look at him, Lan Sizhui began carefully cutting away the web around his wrists.
Jin Ling’s face was burning with humiliation. Out of all the people Fairy could’ve brought, it just had to be Lan Sizhui—the last person he’d ever want to see him like this. Not to mention, Lan Sizhui was almost a carbon copy of HanGuang-Jun, albeit much more talkative and expressive. Jin Ling mentally prepared himself for receiving a long-winded, boring lecture once he was saved.
After a few minutes of meticulously sawing through the web, Jin Ling’s right hand was freed. He thought about grabbing one of his talismans and burning the rest of the web but his thoughts were instantly scrambled by the tender way Lan Sizhui held his hand to help him balance.
Shocked speechless, he ripped his hand away and immediately fell forward at an awkward angle, crashing directly into Lan Sizhui’s shoulder. He went from holding his hand to hooking his one free arm around Lan Sizhui’s neck and he couldn’t decide which of the two positions were more embarrassing.
His paranoia told him that Lan Jingyi was hiding somewhere in the bushes watching, snickering and memorizing every detail for blackmail purposes. Jin Ling sneered at the thought.
He stared down at Fairy who was sitting obediently in front of the web, wagging her tail and watching with keen interest as Lan Sizhui worked on freeing Jin Ling’s other wrist. However, he wasn’t prepared for the offset of balance that came with both of his hands being freed. For a moment, he felt as if he was actually going to fall and all of his anger melted into a potent jolt of fear.
Jin Ling yelped as he quickly clasped his other hand around Lan Sizhui’s neck and trembled with nerves. “Wah—! Don’t drop me!”
Lan Sizhui blushed from seeing Jin Ling so worried. The way he was hugging his neck made his cheeks flush a few shades darker. He gently but cautiously patted Jin Ling on the back in an attempt to reassure him. “I won’t drop you. I’m not Lan Jingyi, you know.”
Jin Ling grumbled at the mention and plopped his chin onto Lan Sizhui’s shoulder, glaring into the distance like a perturbed cat.
“I’m doing your ankles next,” Lan Sizhui warned. “You can use my back for support, okay?”
Just as Jin Ling was about to protest, Lan Sizhui crouched down. Jin Ling’s torso propelled forward and he hastily propped himself up with his forearms, using Lan Sizhui’s back as a platform. If the positions before were embarrassing, this was simply mortifying. His eyes darted around his eerily quiet surroundings as he tried to think about anything other than Lan Sizhui’s selfless chivalry, the way his lean muscles moved beneath Jin Ling’s body as he cut the web, and the warm scent of orange blossom and cedar wood clinging to Lan Sizhui’s clothes.
But the only unrelated thought that came to mind was the spider. Suddenly, Jin Ling wished he’d kept thinking about Lan Sizhui and stealthily inhaled the clean scent of the Lan boy’s robes for comfort.
“Um… Sizhui?”
Hearing Jin Ling say his name without ‘Lan’ was a rare occurrence and usually meant he had something serious to say. Lan Sizhui glanced to his side in acknowledgment. “Yes, Young Master Jin?”
Jin Ling swallowed. “Are there really giant spiders in Gusu’s forests? And do they really eat people?”
Lan Sizhui smiled. “Lan Jingyi’s been telling his horror stories, I assume?”
Jin Ling deflated onto Lan Sizhui’s back with an exasperated huff. “So he lied to me.”
“Not entirely,” Lan Sizhui revealed. “There’s giant spiders in the forest but they rarely eat people since nobody ever ventures that far in. I’m actually surprised you managed to find a web so close to the Cloud Recesses.”
Jin Ling furrowed his brow. “I really have rotten luck, then.”
Lan Sizhui laughed and shook his head, his hands still working dexterously at the webs around Jin Ling’s ankles. “For this situation, I’d say you lucked out. Take this web, for example—it’s still sticky enough to catch things but it’s fairly old and probably abandoned. Even if I’d showed up later than I did, the worst that could’ve happened is you being stuck here for a bit longer.”
Jin Ling slapped a fist down onto the small of Lan Sizhui’s back, causing the taller boy to rock forward from the shock. “That’s still a ‘what if’ scenario! I swear I’m gonna sic Fairy on Lan Jingyi the moment I see him next!” His voice fell quiet as he crossed his arms and looked off to the side. “I really could’ve died out here.”
A caring softness spread across Lan Sizhui’s face and his voice came in a barely audible whisper. “I’d never let that happen.”
“Huh?”
“Hm?” Lan Sizhui replied, pretending as if he didn’t say anything. “Ah, nothing.”
Finally, both of Jin Ling’s ankles were freed and he scrambled up Lan Sizhui’s back until his arms were hooked around his neck again. Lan Sizhui held him at the waist and carefully lowered him to the ground, letting him tap the toe of his boot on the dirt to make sure it was safe before planting his feet.
Jin Ling slumped his shoulders and sighed with relief, glad to be out of the web. Lan Sizhui expected him to go back to his fiery, combative self but to his surprise, Jin Ling frowned up at him with a bashful, apologetic expression.
“I… t-thank you for helping me.”
The words seemed incredibly difficult for him to say but they were earnest. He could tell by the way Jin Ling’s amber eyes burned with gratitude like a storm of autumn foliage. The sight was rather breathtaking, though he didn’t dare admit this out loud. Lan Sizhui blinked in disbelief before settling into a friendly smile. “Of course. I’m just glad you’re okay.”
Jin Ling blushed again and quickly looked at the ground, the sincerity of Lan Sizhui’s words setting his nerves alight.
“Oh,” Lan Sizhui said, eyes trained on Jin Ling’s wrists. “Let me see your hands.”
Jin Ling snapped his head back up. “H-Huh? Why?” Even as he asked the question, he subconsciously lifted his hands as if Lan Sizhui’s melodic voice possessed him to do so.
“The webs,” Lan Sizhui said. When he smiled, his eyes smiled too and Jin Ling paused to study the way his irises shifted from indigo grey to deep azure to cold amethyst in the moonlight—so strikingly opposite to Jin Ling’s wildfire gaze. He couldn’t look away even if he tried.
With his hands hovering in the air, Lan Sizhui began untangling the remainder of the webs from Jin Ling’s wrists and discarded the thick silk strands onto the ground.
Fairy immediately took notice of this and trotted over to Jin Ling’s ankles. She bit and gnawed at the webs on his boots and ripped them away quite efficiently. Lan Sizhui grinned at her efforts. “Good girl! Your master is lucky to have you.”
Normally, Jin Ling would’ve retaliated by now but Lan Sizhui glanced back up at him only to find he was frozen in place with a look of bewilderment as if he’d realized something important and didn’t know how to process it.
Lan Sizhui’s fingers lingered on his wrists for a moment. He frowned and tilted his head. “Young Master Jin? Are you feeling alright?”
Jin Ling finally looked down at where Lan Sizhui’s slender fingers grazed his skin and blushed so furiously he thought his head might explode. He felt dizzy and warm and unable to function. When Lan Sizhui suddenly reached up to brush a strand of spider’s silk from his hair, his chest buzzed like a hive of bees.
“Sorry,” Lan Sizhui said sheepishly. “I just noticed it now.”
For whatever reason, a million thoughts were running through Jin Ling’s mind that he would’ve slapped himself for earlier. Maybe it was the air or the time of night or some strange delirium from being trapped in the web—he couldn’t be sure. He just knew that right now, in this moment, he really liked Lan Sizhui.
He liked his tranquil eyes and gentle smiles. He liked the way his soft raven bangs swept over his headband and tempted his fingers to brush them to the side. He liked that he had to look up at him because of their height difference. He liked how his quiet, soothing voice washed over him in clement waves.
But most of all, he liked the way he touched him. Cautious but daring, soft yet protective. Jin Ling realized that from the moment Lan Sizhui showed up, he felt safe regardless of how many fits he threw.
“Sizhui,” Jin Ling said, trying his best to regain himself. “Can we…”
There was a significant pause between them but Lan Sizhui waited, afraid he might scare Jin Ling into saying ‘never mind’ if he interrupted. He didn’t even know what he expected him to say but he felt anxious with anticipation.
“Can we stay together? For the rest of the hunt?” Jin Ling immediately tore his gaze away from Lan Sizhui, shocked at how such simple words could be so humiliating to say.
Lan Sizhui’s lips parted and his eyes glistened with surprise. He lightly squeezed Jin Ling’s wrists and beamed at the request. “Of course.”
Jin Ling looked back at him with a shining expression, drinking up every detail of Lan Sizhui’s smiling face. When Lan Sizhui released his wrists, he suddenly felt cold so he sidled up beside him as close as he could without causing suspicion.
Their shoulders brushed together as they left the now mangled web and walked back into the forest, Fairy trotting happily behind.
“I’m still gonna kill Lan Jingyi,” Jin Ling muttered.
“Let’s just work on killing corpses for now,” said Lan Sizhui, laughing nervously.
“I’ll turn him into a corpse first, then!”
Lan Sizhui sighed. Senior Wei, what have you been teaching my a-Ling?
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New Father: An Il Capitano Fanfiction
Part One
This is my first post. I have ZERO idea how any of this works. Be patient and inform me how to do this better, please!
This is about Il Capitano finding a young child in an abandoned village. 3rd Person Prospective, as all my writings will be.
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It was a cold, snowy day. The snow was light and fluffy, the flakes that fell from the sky heavy and large enough to see each unique print. But, among this white wonderland laid something much more sinister. A trail of red dripping from a heavy claymore.
The claymore was large, build specifically to accommodate the large figure who dragged it along. The blade of the sword was covered in fresh, dark blood. The figure who carried it didn't mind it being dragged around in the snow. In fact, he was doing it to mark that the village, which the blood was circling, had now been abandoned.
He tried to warn them. Stories passed by through village to village, yet none of the people listened. They never did. It was disappointing to say the least, how Il Capitano had given the people time to evacuate, yet no one did. No one listened to warning, so Il Capitano would always deal with them accordingly.
As Il Capitano marked the village with the blood of it's people, he suddenly heard what sounded like light metal being pushed over. Il Capitano's slow and purposeful steps came to a stop as he tilted his head over to examine what had happened. It was a container, which had been knocked over.
Normally when this happened, it would just be an animal or the wind. But, this day, the air stood. And, of course, there was always a chance that someone was still alive. Il Capitano did not hesitate.
The large man shifted his weight, lifting his claymore up slightly before he began to tread over to the fallen container. Despite his large form, his foot falls were silent. His metal plates barely rustled against each other, giving Il Capitano the advantage of surprise. He was patient as he glanced about, searching for any sign of life.
Il Capitano finally reached the container. He observed it, glancing around it first. Then, suddenly, something happened.
The container made a strange noise. Something was inside it. It was an odd thing to Il Capitano, considering the container was a bit small. Of course, Il Capitano knew better than to underestimate the flexibility or capability for something or someone to get in there. He reached towards it with his free, gloved hand. He grabbed the handle, gently setting it so he could look inside.
It was dark inside, but the small figure hidden inside wasn't hidden well enough by the shadows. It was shocking to Il Capitano, even if he kept his composure. He set the container back down and tilted it, forcing the person to fall out of it.
Once the person slipped out, Il Capitano brought his claymore and pinned the person down by their shirt so he could examine them. It was, unmistakably, a child. They had to be about four or five, somewhere about that age. They had light marks and bruises, but nothing worryingly so.
Il Capitano sighed. This was the hardest part of his job, seeing the young ones whom were now orphans due to his brutal hand. It was his duty, though, and he knew that this poor child would have to suffer as well.
Il Capitano straightened up, his armour groaning softly as he did so. He took a step back, getting into a position that would yet be named.
"Stand," Il Capitano ordered softly as he raised his claymore to his side. His voice was low, both in volume and in pitch, as well as commanding.
The child did as they were told, standing up. Despite what they could do, they didn't run even in the face of the one who took everything the child knew. Or perhaps the child was not yet aware of what had happened to their beloved home.
Il Capitano shifted his stance slightly as he prepared himself for what was about to happen. "I do wish," Il Capitano spoke. "That you will have a safe passing, little one." Il Capitano raised his large claymore, it's blood-stained blade shining. Il Capitano paused for just a moment. "Stand still," Il Capitano commanded. Then, he brought down the blade with a sharp swing.
But, despite the blade being aimed, it did not meet it's mark. Instead of feeling the slight resistance of the blade meeting bone and cutting through muscle, all Il Capitano felt was the blade clanking against the hard stone ground. Then, Il Capitano felt the strangest thing — something small wrapped around his waist, clinging tightly.
Il Capitano glanced down, noticing that the child had wrapped his arms around Il Capitano's waist in effort to not be harmed. It was a strange thing. Il Capitano expected the child to run away or stay still, but running into the arms of danger? It puzzled the old harbinger. Il Capitano shifted, his blade scraping on the stone ground as it came to his side. He didn't know what to do in this moment. His heart, if it could be called such a thing close to human anatomy, pounded in his chest like a hard drum as he tried to decipher what to do. This was unique, and not even Il Capitano knew what to do.
The child clinged tighter to Il Capitano before letting out a soft whimper. Il Capitano knew then and there that he couldn't harm the child. With a tentative motion, Il Capitano wrapped his arm around the child's waist, lifting the small figure up into a single-arm carry. This was going against all of what Il Capitano was, but he couldn't leave the child.
Il Capitano then finished his job, keeping the child in his hold. At the end of Il Capitano's work, the child had found it's way to hide in Il Capitano's cloak for warmth. The harbinger didn't mind despite it, knowing the little one must be cold. He sheathed his claymore and walked away from the village with the child in arm.
Many things ran through Il Capitano's mind as he walked away. What would he do with the child? If he kept the child, what would Pierro say? Would he be able to keep the child safe? All he knew was that he spared the child, and he knew that he wouldn't let any harm come to them as long as they stayed by his side.
To Be Continued...
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