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deanbrainrotwritings · 9 months

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— WATCHING OVER ME

SUMMARY : sex-capades in heaven with dean before he decides to travel the multiverse in the impala like he’s the fucking doctor and the impala is his TARDIS.

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : nsfw(18+), smut, unprotected sex, angst, fluff, silly goofy thoughts

WORD COUNT : 2.5K

A/N : title from radio company’s song. it’s implied that the reader isn’t human. that pic of jensen in the impala inspired this. 😧

“What are you doing?” Dean jumped slightly as Y/N suddenly grabbed his shoulder through the Impala’s window. She laughed at his reaction and opened the door to get inside with him. He moved the seat back slightly so she could straddle him as he chuckled along with her.

“You scared me,” he murmured, immediately sliding his hands up her soft thighs, beneath the light purple dress she wore. She hummed softly, reaching over to close the door she came through before giving Dean her attention.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” She kissed his forehead and shifted around in his lap until she was comfortably straddling him. She smiled at him softly, her eyes trailing over his stubble, his soft and loving green eyes, his growing honey-coloured hair that he seemed to have run his fingers through.

“Did you come find me so we could get frisky?” He broke the silence with a little smirk. She bit her lip as she smiled, feeling his fingers toy with the hem of her lace panties. She leaned forward kissing him with all the love she felt for him, her soft tongue easily slipping into his mouth, meeting his warm tongue as his fingers tightened around her hips. “Is that a yes?” He whispered, leaning forward so he wasn’t so far away from her sweet mouth.

“I didn’t come to do that,” she admitted, her fingers moving down to unbuckle his belt, “but now that I’m here… I really need you inside me.” He closed the distance between their lips again, pouring his soul into the kiss as she expertly unbuttoned his jeans, pulling the zipper down slowly while his hands moved to her face. Her soft face kept his hands warm, her silky curls brushing between his fingers, the taste of her minty tongue making him moan.

“Where are the kids?” He asked breathlessly, kneading her breast over the thin material of her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra beneath it, his fingers creating delicious friction on her nipple with the silky material.

“Busy getting spoiled by your mom,” she gasped, grinding her hips against his. He chuckled, turning to the side slightly with her in his lap, and laying her down on the seat as he trailed his lips down her jaw to her neck.

“No interruptions then?” He murmured against her throat with a smile, his tongue brushing against her velvety skin after he sucked a light mark at her pulse. Her hands moved under his jacket, trying to shove it off his shoulders while one of his hands kneaded her ass as he held himself up with one arm by her head.

“No interruptions,” she mumbled, trying to overpower him with very little effort, instead choosing to bury her fingers in his hair and tugging gently as his mouth trailed down to her breasts. He pulled away to finally remove his jacket and the button up he was wearing and threw it in the backseat, careless about it slipping off the green cooler and onto the ground.

“I think…” Dean started thoughtfully, pulling his shirt off, watching his wife start to pull her panties down her legs with the dress bunched around her waist. “You should just pull the sleeves off your arms,” he suggested, pulling his boxers and jeans down slightly until his cock was free.

She did as he asked, pouting as he just stared down at her, “okay, the kids might be busy, but you should still hurry,” she warned playfully. He grinned down at her, his fingers trailing up the inside of her warm thigh, his fingers brushing softly against the apex of her thighs to tease her more.

“Wow, look at you,” he said teasingly, bringing one of her legs over the back of the seat, “all wet for me.” He smirked at her, finally bringing his fingers between her legs, circling her entrance, his fingertips gathering her slick with fascination on his face.

“It’s nothing new,” she muttered playfully, squirming as he gently brushed against her clit. He rolled his eyes at her, giving her a faux irritated look as he removed his fingers stubbornly.

“Okay, well, excuse me, sweetheart, if it flatters me that you’re still so turned on by me,” he said sarcastically, looking down at his wet fingers that were now becoming dry. She blushed as he licked his lips, her heart leaping as if it were a romantic gesture, and she sighed in defeat.

“Okay, fine, take your time.” She smiled and watched him as he looked away from her, narrowing his eyes on the green cooler in the backseat.

“Nah, you ruined the mood,” he replied playfully, sniffling—the little tell that he was trying to bother her. She smirked at him and then became serious as she sat up and tugged the dress down her legs. At this, he quickly turned to look at her with parted lips, curious and confused.

“In that case,” she started, looking for her panties, “I’ll go see if Jack needs help with anything else here in Heaven or maybe Cas might need a hand with the angels.” She picked up her panties and bit her lip to stop herself from smiling as he grabbed her wrist and held himself close to her.

“You’re not going anywhere, honey,” he murmured against her lips, tugging her panties out of her hands and casually throwing them over the green cooler. His lips brushed against hers, not kissing her yet, as he manhandled her until her dress was bunched up over her hips again.

“You said I ruined the mood, I figured I’d—”

“You’re a little brat,” he interrupted her, slotting his hips between her parted legs, his cock warm and heavy against her thigh. She looked down at it and swallowed, her cheeks turning red as a smile grew on her face. “What? Want it inside you?” He asked, gently pushing her shoulder so she’d lie down and fixed her thighs over his jean-clad legs.

“Please,” she whispered, staring at his handsomely smug face, heat growing down her neck and up her ears as his cockhead prodded at her soaked entrance.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he moaned, his thumbs swiping lovingly on her hipbones. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.” He stared between them with unashamed lust as his cockhead parted her slick folds and slowly pushed into her warm hole. She was tempted to say something sassy, but she bit her lip instead, moaning softly as he pushed in and out, his cock sliding along her walls, hitting delicious spots inside her on his way to fill her up completely.

Her mind went blank, all she could do was feel him inside her, words failed her and she couldn’t really do much but moan or attempt to bring him closer. Her hands moved up from his waist to his back, trying to be gentle about her nails on his warm skin. The deeper he thrusted into her, the more he leaned over her until his warm breath fanned over her flushed face. He swivelled his hips to push as deep as possible, letting her adjust and get comfortable before he started up again trying to make her orgasm.

He pressed a soft kiss to her mouth, sucking softly on her bottom lip and nibbling on it until she moaned. His open mouth descended to her neck, his loving kisses electrifying her skin, the gentle bite of his teeth stinging her flesh, his soft tongue warming her skin and soothing the pain as he sucked at her flesh, leaving light marks here and there on his way down to her breasts.

He loved her body, loved how well he knew her, memorising all the things that turned her on as he got to her breasts. One of his hands moved off her hip to pinch her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging softly as he licked at the other nipple. His teeth grazed on the sensitive flesh before he wrapped his lips around it and sucked gently, eventually choosing to knead her other breast in his hand as it got warm in his palm.

Her pussy clenched around him the way it always did when he did something she liked and he moaned softly, as if acknowledging it, as if trying to remind her how well he knew her and how he would always be the only one who did. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, both stimulated and wet with his saliva, tightening even more with the air around them contrasting with the warmth his mouth had provided.

He lifted himself up slightly, stared down at her breasts as he slowly moved in and out of her, pleased with the sight of them hard and wet. “Touch your tits, sweetheart.” He kept his hand by her head, waiting for her to do as he said before lowering his other hand to her clit and letting his spit drip down to her pussy so his thumb could easily swipe up and down on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

She gasped out his name, her knees pressing into his side as her cunt squeezed his throbbing cock. He loved it when she did that, a pleased little smirk tugging at his plump lips while watching as she arched her back, both her hands working on playing with her breasts as he’d told her to do.

Even now, there was nothing but adoration in her warm eyes, with her dress bunched at her waist, her fingers rolling and teasing her nipples, his thumb changing the patterns he drew on her clit as his thrusts became sloppy. Her wedding band and engagement rings shimmered in the sunlight that invaded his car, his own ring on his finger by her head, an endless reminder of their eternal love.

It wasn’t something Chuck wanted to happen; that thrilled him, knowing they weren’t supposed to end together and somehow did, knowing that all those times they broke up and made up was their choice made his stomach clench with excitement. If anything was real, it was their love for each other, if he ever doubted everything, his love for her would be the only thing holding him together.

It was one thing for her to exist everywhere and never end up with him, but what made their love even more remarkable, was that she wasn’t supposed to exist at all. As far as her and Jack knew, there were six other versions of her, yes, she ended up with him in some way, at some point. But to him, it meant that their relationship stood to chance, to a tiny, one-in-a-trillion chance that they would meet at all, that they would fall in love. Nothing was better than that realisation.

Wherever she was, he was happy. He knew she wanted more for him, but for now they’ve both settled for this. Heaven together, where mostly everything was the same, and there was the mind-numbing peace that blanketed everyone in Heaven. She always brought some fun into his life, having the gift of children distracted both of them from the fact that he was dead.

He stopped teasing her and rubbed quick circles on her clit, his hips building up speed as he stared at her face. The way her eyebrows pinched together and her swollen lips parted, gasps and moans tumbling from her mouth, harmonising with his grunts and his groan as the feeling of her pussy, hot and wet dragging along the length of his cock, tightening around the throbbing veins.

It was the most euphoric feeling in the world to be inside her. He liked sex before and it was always amazing, but he loved it more now, it was better, hotter, sexier. Maybe it was the fact that he’s older, or maybe it has everything to do with the fact that it’s with her, the woman he’s always been in love with and always will be.

The way she looks at him, the way she touches him, the way she loves him is simply unmatched. She’s the only one for him; it will never change. Not when she’s been in his life for over twenty years and he’s found that no one understands him the way she does, no one knows the real him but her. She knew all that he was, all his mistakes and his flaws, all the things he hates about himself yet she loved every single thing about him and he felt the same way about her.

“Dean,” she whispered, breaking him from his thoughts. His eyes softened as he looked up from her stomach to her face, seeing her love and her comfort grounded him to reality.

“What, sweetheart?” He murmured, leaning over her, he kissed her cheek and then her lips, chuckling as she wiggled her hips impatiently. “I’ve got you,” he said apologetically, continuously changing the pressure on her clit with his thumb. She moaned softly, wrapping her legs around his waist which made him laugh again while adjusting his position so he could keep rubbing her clit. “So needy,” he mumbled against her mouth, ignoring the angry nibble on his lip when he smiled into the kiss he pressed against her soft lips.

“I’m not having sex with you again,” she groaned when he pulled away, a lazy grin on her face.

“You’re too insatiable to follow through with that threat,” he teased, knowing it was the other way around. Her fingers made their way into his soft hair, tugging gently when he became serious about fucking her. He rolled his hips up against hers, wiggling until she gasped and whined, a sign that he’s grazing her cervix. “Cum for me, angel,” he whispered, gently rocking his hips, keeping his thrusts short and deep as she squeezed around his cock.

“Fuck… Dean,” she moaned, her body shaking lightly as her orgasm rolled through her, flourishing with pleasure as he came inside her. Warmth filled her womb, his cum deep inside her and nearly dripping out of her until he pushed himself back into her, a smirk on his lips when she playfully hit his back.

“Hey, babe?” He asked, putting his weight in her safely, closing his eyes as her soft hands moved soothingly up and down his freckled back. She hummed softly, allowing him to continue his thought. “Can you make Baby like the TARDIS?” He asked suddenly, her hands stopped moving as she puckered her lips as she imagined the Impala as a TARDIS, confused about what he was asking.

“Bigger on the inside?” She asked, trying to imagine why he’d want the Impala to be bigger. She figured maybe he wanted more space for sex, or maybe he wanted to add to his arsenal which was unnecessary but she would let him have it if he wanted it that bad.

“No, I mean like..” he stopped, blushing at his request, maybe he’s being weird.

“Like travelling through time and space?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled, nuzzling into her neck. She patted his back and he lifted himself up with his brow quirked, wondering what she wanted. He hesitantly pulled out of her, thankful that she had powers as she made a random soft piece of cloth appear to clean herself with as soon as his soft cock left the warmth of her walls. She pretended to throw it outside but it disappeared midair, she was always so dramatic, it made a little smile tug at his lips.

“Challenge accepted,” she grinned at him.

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simpletale-officiale · 8 months

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farm sans!!

YIPEE!

farmer sans, he farm. hoohah! he likes to pretend to be a scarecrow, but he works with corn and cattle too, hoorah! his au is right next to the bar, so he likes to go there to drink, him and horror like to drink a lot! yay! farms personality is more laid back then the others, not reacting as cartoonishly to everything, likes eating and doing farm stuff, likes brewing his own beer and cooking some good ol meat on the stove, pretty much like your ol' uncle or grandpa out on the farm. says pardner and pardon a lot i got bored so, some miscellaneous outcodes and AU's are in the BAR SECTION

this is for general combo au asks as well as miscellaneous outcodes and aus combo asks? whats combo asks? for example, while you can ask the characters specifically associated with two seperate aus, like fell and swap, they answer the question, together! at the bar. but moving onto the characters specifically only askable in the bar starting with the focus of the drawing above, geno and paperjam! geno geno came from a AU where his brother tragically passed away, he wore his scarf in papyrus honor and became a sort of hitchhiker, one day he got beat up pretty bad when he found a grey, glitchy... block? he tried to lift it up and well suddenly he was in a dark glitchy space, bits and piece of his friends floating above him in pixel form he spent his time there for many, many years, eventually he sent out a signal through a similar glitchy block in an attempt to try to communicate with someone, this failed, but eventually he succeeded at escaping. alone in the multiverse, sans stumbled upon the bar, and decided to live there, never alone again! hes a little depressed, but less in the waa waa way and more in the soft kind of tired way. like for example he doesnt give a "hi!!" but a "hi......" paperjam pastel and error got a bit to.... errr, frisky lets say (no error doesnt have a penis nor nipples, but pastel does have the female parts, she can reproduce both sexually and asexually, the latter she can achieve through arousing means, but not necessarily inserting privates into eachother means. which gets her to be errrrr, pregrante) eventually she gives birth in a brutal manner, imagine the movie alien but instead of simple blood and whatnot your stomach slowly bulges until it explodes dropping a baby out. ink survived, but error had no interest in kids, ink didint really care, shes a hulking beast her instinct is to take care of the kid for a few months then leave it out in the wild to live but because paperjam is an interspecies baby hes a hybrid of error and inks anatomy so. he grows faster then a normal monster, but still has a moment as a child so, hes not ready for the big world yet, but ink didint know that, so she just dropped him off somewhere and left, paperjam grew up to be a sad child wishing for validation from his parents by any means, learned french to try to impress his mom. used to be a scam artist to try to impress his dads crime fascination, he only semi-succeeded with ink. sad, ambitious artist

404 and king sans

bio: 404 was born omnipotent, automatically more powerful then all the other simpletons. he would become aware of how through an alternative reality known as the prescratch timeline where that version of him speaks of what he was destined for. nobody believes him however and that bitch error keeps harassing me about talking shit well you werent talking at all when you were sucking me off you fucking whore i thought we would have a fucking future togheter but you just a fucking slut fuck you never talk to me again bitch likes: chaos, delinquency, anarchy, NOT following the rules, 100 gecs (the one with the stupid horse), being powerful, super transformations, hyperpop, chains, gold, copypastas, big hot strong men that could absolutely penetrate me hard, 100 gecks (literally, i have 100 of them as pets and its awesome!!!), flexing, being totally dripped out, colors associated with errors, busting it down (gay kind not cool kind) dislinks: order, rules, politics, leaders, having to follow instructions, horror sans from the evil guys fuck you you stole my place on that group which im not that upset about anymore after realising they all suck anyways but i still hate you because you refuse to actually fight and keeps saying random quips everytime youre on screen like actually shut the fuck up, gex, women because im severely femalephobic and extremely homosexual so they terrify me, error (cheater and liar dont ever trust him with anything), ink who stole my man with her fuckin cursed woman parts and apparently in the prescratch timeline everyone calls her mommy????? im bouta yiik out man yeesh omnipotent brat with a big ego king sans a sans who believes himself to be the king of the multiverse, goes around ranting about how hes the greatest and how everyone has to BOW before him, most of the time just gets called slurs and has beer bottles thrown at him wears a comically large crown made of cardboard, plastic, and 5% metal. speaks like an old englishman

paper crane a bunch of sanses got ripped to shreds like paper! oh no! and then they got glued together again, hoorah! but the pieces were all mixed up so they just glued it into one single entity hoo...rah? cheerful, a little... soulless. means good, wants a soul, wants to feel alive again.

horror part of errors gang, but since errors gang hasnt been unlocked yet hes gonna be in this category for now. coming from an au where the core has a malfunction and undyne and alphys asked him to fix it, sans the mechanic errr kind of just slacked off, ate a sandwich took a nap wasnt really paying attention to the subject. eventually after 5 months of sans doing nothing alphys and undyne snap and hit sans in the head with a metal pipe, smashing his skull and sending him flying into the waterfall-snowdin river, after washing up ashore in snowdin, he kind of just forgot his whole interaction with undyne and alphys, and even if he did, he probably doesnt care, same personality as simpletale, but hes slightly more brain damaged so hes a bit more clumsy and endearing. seems menacing at first but hes harmless, beloved by everyone. loves getting wasted at the bar with farmer

#horror #horrortale #paper crane #simpletale #simpleverse #error 404 #404 sans #king sans #aftertale #paperjam #farmer sans #bar #pub #alcohol #undertale

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geeky-politics-46 · 2 years

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You Belong To Me

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

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Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader, Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Awoken from sleep by the teasing kisses of your sorcerer, but one look in his eyes tells you something is off. Is he really your Stephen Strange? Or is he something more sinister?

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - fingering, dubious consent, deception, breeding kink, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names, jealousy, language, kinda cheating?

Spoiler free as I haven't seen MoM yet. I was waiting until I finished this. Spelling & grammar errors will be fixed as I find them.

Stephen was supposed to have the day off. That was the plan anyway, but when your boyfriend was a Master of the Mystic Arts things never really seem to go as planned.

He had been working around the clock on learning as much as he could about the multiverse. Not that there was much that was known. So he kept reading & re-reading, studying & re-studying, the same things over & over. Almost as if he expected new information to magically reveal itself on the pages. Which to be fair, in this case is something that could maybe actually happen with the texts at the Sanctum & Kamar-Taj.

So after several threats, from both Wong & yourself, that you would slip him a sleeping pill if he didn't relent & take a day off to catch up on sleep, with maybe some extra-curricular activities with you, you finally managed to pry him away from his books.

It's not that he has been neglecting your relationship or anything. If anything he'd been a little more clingy. Sneaking up behind you for hugs & little reassuring kisses on your neck. Bringing his books to wherever you were sitting just to be in the same room as you. Leaving a hand touching you at night. It didn't matter where, so long as he could feel your warm skin under his palm. It was like he was scared you were gonna disappear if he wasn't right there.

However your sex life had suffered a bit. He wasn't as playful or spontaneous, which he was never that spontaneous to begin with, nor as adventurous as he used to be in the bedroom. You were still having sex on a regular basis, & he still made sure you were both satisfied.

You would usually get down & dirty at least a few times a week, but lately he seemed to be forcing himself to make love to you. It wasn't that he was saying no or anything like that, of course if that was the case you would stop, but it was like his head was somewhere else completely. Like his body was just going through the motions. The heat & hunger was missing.

So you would be lying if you said you weren't a bit disappointed when Stephen & Wong got called away to deal with something mystical somewhere. Truth be told you weren't really listening when they told you. You were busy hoping your new lingerie you bought to tempt Stephen into spending the day in bed with you wouldn't go to complete waste. Hopefully they could handle this quickly.

You sent the two of them off with a slightly frisky kiss & a promise to take care of Stephen when he got back. Whispering in his ear that you meant that in more ways than one.

Wong just gestured at Strange, politely pretending that he didn't hear what you had just said, & mouthed a silent 'sorry' to you.

You smiled at Wong & waved your hand nonchalantly at him. You knew it wasn't his fault. If anything he had been trying even harder than you to get Stephen to take some time off. Saying it was to get Stephen out of his way, but you knew he was secretly worried about him too. He was worried about the both of you.

He was a great friend, even if he did enjoy driving Stephen up a wall from time to time. His intentions were always good.

Soon the portal closed down & you found yourself alone in the giant old building. After turning in a circle for a moment trying to figure out what to do now, you eventually decided to retire to the bedroom you & Stephen shared. You figured laying down with a book seemed like a good way to pass the time. You had a ton of books that you had every intention to read when you bought them, but just never did.

Once you had finally settled on something to read you pulled back the covers on the large stupidly comfortable bed & decided to strip down to your new underwear. Both for comfort & so that when Stephen returned you could give him a sexy little surprise.

Facing the long mirror in the corner of the room you discarded your shirt & jeans. Leaving you standing in just the sheer dark blue lace accented with metallic silver. You let your fingertips slip down the sides of your ribcage down your body & over your hips to the swell of your thighs. Gazing at your own reflection as you did.

You were rather pleased with how the scalloped edge of the bra made your breasts look fuller & the cheeky cut of the panties made your ass look rounder. You hoped that Stephen would feel the same when he got to see you in them. You missed the feel of his hands on your skin. The way he used to touch you. Like the feel of your skin under his fingers, & under his lips, was his reason for waking.

Before you could recede farther into your thoughts you quickly pushed them aside. All relationships had their ups & downs. You were sure that was all this was. You loved him, & he loved you. You were his, & he was yours.

You grabbed the book you had chosen & began to snuggle in under the covers. The blankets & sheets smelled like the both of you, & it immediately soothed any fear or doubt in your mind.

Until you suddenly heard a small noise from somewhere in the corner of the room & you froze. You scanned the room thoroughly. There was not even a breeze to drift the curtains. It had to be your imagination. Deciding your brain was already getting the best of you for picking a Stephen King novel to read. That seemed about right.

Once you had cocooned yourself in the sheets you grabbed the book & opened it to the first page. Once you started you knew you would settle in & the time would pass quickly.

You have no idea how far you made it into the book or why you were suddenly racked with exhaustion, but you soon felt your eyelids grow unbearably heavy & your grip on the pages loosening. Before long you succumbed to the feeling & fell into a deep sleep.

Completely unaware of the man who was watching from afar. Who had been watching you & waiting. Planning for this moment.

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You were slowly pulled from your sleep by the sensation of a warm body laying down behind yours. Nerve endings firing & pulling you back to your surroundings as you felt his fingertips dance over your skin & through your hair. Feeling the chill of the room around you as the blanket was pulled back from you & your body now exposed to the figure behind you.

You could tell it was Stephen. Everything from the cadence of his breath on your ear, to the textured scars that changed the way his fingers felt told you it was him.

You must have started to stir. Maybe he noticed your breath pattern change or your eyes moving beneath your eyelids. Either way he knew you were awake now, even if you hadn't yet opened your eyes. Now he could really have his fun with you.

"Hello kitten," Feeling a soft kiss placed on your neck. "Don't you look irresistible." Stephen was purring against the flesh just below your ear. Sending shivers down your spine.

"Wrapped up all nice & pretty, like a little present. Just for me."

He began peppering your neck with kisses & licks. Adding in little nibbles when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. You could feel his lips curl into a smile with every gasp you made.

You kept your eyes closed & let yourself enjoy the way he was teasing you & trying to seduce you. This was the side of Stephen you had been missing.

What you couldn't see was the dark glint hidden in his eyes that flashed as you moaned his name when one of those nibbles turned into a full fledged bite.

"Just for you baby. Since you were supposed to have the day off, I took the liberty of planning for us to spend it exactly like this."

A broad proud smile on your face as his fingers started to drag up & down your side. Arching your back & pressing back against him when his fingers slid over the front of your hip bone.

You bit your lower lip & wiggled against him once you felt his hard cock slide against your ass even through the layers of robes he still wore. He growled. His voice low in your ear. He pressed his large palm flat against your low belly holding you still against him. Ceasing your movement but keeping your bodies flush together.

"Now now, be a good girl. Wouldn't want me to have to punish you, now would we? I have my own plans for us." His voice held a firmness you were unfamiliar with. This was a new little game & it caught you by surprise. Not that you were objecting.

You pulled back from his lips & gazed into his eyes. The eyes of the man you loved. The man who you could read like a book. There was something off about him right now, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. Suddenly he felt different. There was a warmth missing from his eyes. A mystery now seemed to lay hidden in his icy blue gaze.

You closed your eyes & let his lips fall to your's again. This time you deepened the kiss. Letting his tongue penetrate your lips & lick against yours. Ignoring the slight trepidation that now tugged at the very back of your mind. There was no reason for you to feel uneasy in Stephen's arms. It was probably just lingering stress & frustration at him being called away.

Even his kiss felt hungrier & more insistent, but to be fair as you were a little frustrated your's probably did too. He kissed you like he wanted to devour your very soul. Pulling a high pitched whimper from you as he bit your lower lip hard. A low chuckle reverberated through his chest & you felt his lips turn up against yours, before his tongue darted out to lick & soothe the now tender spot he had just bitten.

He began placing small open mouthed kisses along your jaw & neck. The hand he had pressed to your low abdomen massaging the flesh & digging his fingertips into the layers of muscle there. Like he was trying to hold your womb in his hand. It felt possessive & primal.

You crumbled at Stephen's dominance, letting your muscles relax & your body move to melt against him.

Feeling any resistance leave your form, he took the opportunity to push you back so you were flat on the bed & he could position himself on top of you. His hands placed on either side of your head caging you in.

Your legs immediately spread to let his body sink down & his pelvis press flush to yours. Craving the feel of his skin against yours you started pulling at the robes still against the sides of his hips.

He rolled his hips hard against yours several times roughly as his eyes locked on yours, it was almost a predatory gesture. A show that he could easily overpower you if he wanted too. His intensity knocked the breath from your chest.

Whenever things got dicey during a fight he always got more intense in the bedroom, like he needed your body on his to ground him again. Like he needed to be inside you to feel safe again, & it always drove you wild.

The want in his eyes made you moan & arch your back to try & grind yourself against him. Needing the friction of him back against your clit. He smirked in delight as he could smell your arousal for him starting to drip from you. Your panties were now soaked for him.

Stephen leaned back on knees & surveyed you beneath him. Feeling his gaze move up & down your body you started to writhe. Grasping at the straps of your bra, eventually pulling the cups down to expose your breasts. Biting your lower lip, you let your finger start to tease & tug at your nipples. You were enjoying putting on a bit of a show for your lover. Showing him how he made you feel. How bad you wanted him.

He rewarded your eager efforts by starting to rub at his erect cock through his pants. His hips thrusting against his hand when you put your hands under your tits & started to jiggle them up & down for him.

"That's a good girl. So needy for me to fuck you, hmm? My filthy little plaything. My little slut. Tell me what you want. Beg for it & I might give it to you." His voice now gravelly & almost a growl.

You didn't need to be told twice.

"Yes Stephen, please. Need you to fuck me so bad. Been wanting your cock inside me all day. Missed you being this way with me. Got me so fucking wet. Please baby."

Suddenly with a snap of his fingers you were both naked. The feeling of the cool air against your warm wet pussy making your hips buck. Stephen's cock throbbed at the sight.

He slowly ran his hands up your thighs before bringing his hands down to your core. Using his thumbs he caressed your pussy lips & spread your cunt open. Licking his lips as he took in the sight of your folds glistening for him.

His lewd gaze & the sight of his leaking cock so close & yet so far from where you needed it causing a new wave heat to flood to your sex. Your hole reflexively clenching at the feeling of your juices dripping down your slit. It looked like your pussy was trying to suck his cock in before it even touched you.

"My my, you do have a hungry little pussy here don't you? She looks awfully tight though, kitten. Good thing she's drooling for me. Wanting to be stretched by my big cock. I dont have the patience right now to open up your pretty little fuck hole first."

His verbal teasing was already doing a number on you, making you even more desperate. When he lined himself up only to start dragging his tip up & down your slit you were on the verge of tears.

Just as you opened your mouth to start pleading again for him to fuck you he threw your legs over his shoulders & slammed all the way inside you. The shock forced a scream from your lungs.

The pain & pleasure hit you in a wave. A sharp searing pain that soothed into a dull throbbing as Stephen stalled out. Leaving his cock completely buried inside you. He stilled just long enough to let your breath come back to you.

He looked into your eyes & lowered his forehead to yours as he began to set a slow steady rhythm with deep thrusts.

You matched moan for moan. The feeling of your body against his felt like it had him hypnotized. It was only once you moaned his name that he was snapped from his stupor.

"Oh, Stephen! Fuck. That feels so good."

In the moment his fingers began to dig into your hips tighter & he began to fuck into you harder. "You feel even better, kitten. God, you are perfect."

He sat up slightly & took in all of you below him. The way your hair was scattered on the pillow. The way your jaw was slack. The pebbling of your stiff perky nipples. All so perfect.

Then his eyes fell to the spot where you joined together. He watched his long hard cock slide in & out of your swollen pussy. His cock soaked in your slick, glistening everytime he pulled his hips back. Occasionally he could see your beautiful cunt contract around his length.

He slid one hand over your hip onto your pubic bone & let his thumb start to tease your clit. Using your wetness to aid his fingertip in sliding back & forth before switching to circles, then moving back to a stroking motion. Finding just the right angle & touch to make you whimper.

Slowly he began to pick up the speed of his touches. Pulling more sweet little sounds from you as he did. He was already so addicted to your sounds.

When you reached out & began to cling to his arms & he could feel you starting to squirm he couldn't help but start whispering little cooing praises to you.

"That's it. So good sweetheart. You take me so perfectly. So perfect for me. All for me. Just for me."

His praises turned more possessive & demanding as he felt you teetering on the edge, & his own need growing more insistent. Little pleas of yes, just like that, & the sorcerer's name beginning to fall from your own lips in response.

"All for me. Your pleasure, your body, your love. All of you. Mine. Tell me you are mine. Tell me you belong to me. Tell me as you cum on my cock. Who do you belong to?! Tell me!"

You spasmed below him as he finished pulling you apart. A wail of pleasure racking your body even before you could form a single word. His fingers not relenting as your body rode wave after wave.

He still wanted his answer.

His other hand released your hip & came up to wrap around your chin. He pulled you forward & brought you closer to his face while his cock & the fingers of his other hand kept their unyielding pace. His teeth clenched & now growling, he yelled "tell me who you belong to?!"

You were practically sobbing at both the intensity of the orgasm you just had & at Stephen's emotional intensity. The answer came out soft & breathy but swimming in adoration for the man pulling you apart.

"You, Stephen. I belong to you. I'm yours, Stephen. I'm yours. I belong to you."

He lunged forward & let you drop to the bed. He kept his hand around your chin & moved his other to the back of one of your thighs. Pressing your legs back to your chest & practically folding you in half. Scooting forward to give himself the most leverage he could to chase his own orgasm. To get as deep inside of you as he could. All of his movements stopped in place once he got you in the position he wanted.

"I'm going to fuck a baby into you now kitten. So I never have to let you go. Fill you with my seed & wait for it to take root. Watch you grow with our child. Is that what you want? For me to breed you?"

He paused with his lips hovering above yours & his clear blue eyes looking into your soul making your brain stop functioning. His grip was tight enough you couldn't move your head to nod, so you whispered a pleading wanton "yes!".

His lips crashed down to yours as he heard your response. His kiss was needy & feral. His hips suddenly back to crashing against yours hard & fast. He was no longer a man, but an animal in heat. Like his life depended on his need to fill you.

Before long his thrusts were starting to lose rhythm despite maintaining their jackhammering speed. He clung tight to you & began speaking again. You had no idea if it was more to you or himself. His eyes clamped shut, envisioning in his head the scenario he described in detail.

"You will be even more stunning with your stomach stretched taut & your breasts heavy with milk for our babies. You'll be such a good little wife & mother. I will keep you pregnant, & everyone will know that you are mine. Don't worry. Daddy will take good care of mommy & all our little ones. I won't let anyone or anything touch you. My wife. My children. Mine!"

His orgasm roared over him. The last word, mine, coming through gritted teeth.

The feeling of him spilling inside you felt electric, like you had touched a live wire & couldn't let go. You were caught blindsided by a soul shattering orgasm, triggered by Stephen's. It was like nothing you had ever felt before & it sent you spiraling into an abyss. A high pitched moan ripped from your chest & your body convulsed, frenzied chants of "love you Stephen, love you so much."

You lay mentally suspended between two worlds. Maintaining your grip on Stephen's shoulders as he rolled off of you & pulled you into his arms. Your face immediately slotted into the crook of his neck & you let your eyes close.

Stephen laid staring blankly at the ceiling. For the first time in longer than he could remember he felt a warmth bloom in his chest right under where your hand was placed. It was disarming, but he knew it would only fuel his infatuation with you.

Having to temper his outward emotion before he spoke, he allowed himself to break for a single moment & confess. "I love you too, y/n. More than you could possibly fathom. Now, rest my love."

Your only response is a contented hum & kiss barely ghosting his collarbone.

Once you had drifted off into a heavy sleep, feeling thoroughly debauched & loved, Stephen made himself leave your arms. Immediately feeling the icy chill return to his heart, it served as the only thing that numbed the pain. For now anyway.

He redressed with a simple wave of his hand. Except now his normal blue robes were black. His appearance also shifted back to its original state. His hair & goatee slightly longer & more disheveled. His pallor was made more starker by the heavy dark circles under his eyes. The creases on his forehead slightly deeper.

He no longer needed to disguise himself as "your Stephen". Thankfully next time he came to you he would reveal his true self, but for today you had to believe he was the other Stephen.

He knew you could sense a difference in him, but you had chosen to ignore it anyway. You had willingly given your body to him despite it. You even said you had missed the way he had touched you. Played with you. Ruined you. You had wanted him. Even if you didn't know it was him yet.

He slowly walked around the bed to study your serene figure a few moments longer. You had captivated him at first sight & enchanted him the moment you spoke his name. You were the siren that tormented his thoughts. He knew your song was meant for him & him alone. That other cheap imitation of him didn't deserve you. That Vegas magician couldn't care for you, couldn't love you, couldn't worship you like you should be.

Like he could. Like he would.

He allowed himself to press one more kiss to your forehead before placing his hand back over your low belly & rubbing his thumb back & forth. Focusing on the mental image of your belly growing swollen & round under his touch. A subtle shimmer sparking from his fingertips as his lips curled up into a dark smile & the ominous flash returned to his eyes.

"I'll see you again soon my love. I meant everything I said. You'll belong to me soon enough. Both of you will. I've made quite sure of that now, & there will be nothing your sweet Doctor can do to stop me."

He reluctantly pulled away from you & opened a portal back to his own universe. He had been watching you for so long & now that he has had all of you once he was even more determined to complete his plans & bring you home. To be with him. Where you belonged & where he would make his perfect little family with you. This time he would get what he wanted. Even if he had to kill for it.

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Across the city, a portal opened in an alley between abandoned buildings. Your Stephen & Wong both came tumbling from the sky landing amongst the scattered refuse. The Cloak of Levitation grabbing at both of them to slow their descent & soften their impact. Something, or someone, had tricked them & then left them trapped in a mirror dimension neither of them could control. With it choosing only to release them now.

A heavy silence between them as they exchanged glances. Something bad was coming. It had already been there. The closer they got to the Sanctum the clearer it became, & the more they could feel the lingering malevolent presence that hung heavy in the air.

Stephen's chest began to ache as the realization hit them both. The thought neither of them had dared vocalize until that moment.

They had been lured away not just from the Sanctum, which appeared to be completely untouched & clearly not the intended target of the unknown foe. No. They could both now feel that whatever it was, whoever it was, it wanted you.

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pissedsandwich · 5 months

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Dean Winchester written by jay. Somewhat Selective. Multiverse friendly. OC friendly. All friendly.

Rules | Verses | Info

My name is Dean WInchester, I'm an aquarius, I like sunsets, long walks on the beach and frisky women.

Promo, page, theme all done by the fucking awesome :@counselcrs so please give them a follow!!!

#dean winchester rp #spn rp #supernatural rp #winchester rp

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stackthedeck · 1 year

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Peter Parker should be a cat if you're still doing the wip thing?

I'm always down to talk about my wips! I promise this one is coming soon. So I was inspired by @waterme-stories fantastic fic frisky business and then I read The Merc with a Beak which is a similar vibe and then found a couple other fics where Peter turns into a cat and I was like fuck I have to get in on this! But like what's the point of having all these cat fics if Felicia Hardy The Black Cat doesn't get in on it!

Basically the idea here is that Felicia and Peter have a fight where Peter says some nasty shit and then later gets cursed to be a cat (for seemingly unrelated reasons, but they are in fact related). Felicia breaks into Peter's apartment to get her stuff back, but finds cat Peter without a food or water bowl and she's horrified that Peter is neglecting this poor kitten so she steals him. Through Peter being accidentally invited into Felicia's home and seeing her at her most unguarded, a causal intimacy that Peter hasn't been given until this moment, his very black and white morality cracks and he slowly falls in love with the less manicured, imperfect, fully human Felicia Hardy. Suddenly she's not just a femme fatale super villain that he has to fix, but a person with a complex worldview that has a lot to offer Peter. And then he, still a cat, curls up on her lap and apologizes mentally because he can't talk, maybe makes peace with just being her cat forever because he just wants to be near her. And then puff no longer a cat and he gets to apologize for real and also explain the whole situation.

anyway here's a snippet

Peter sighs and follows Strange deeper into the Sanctum. Here’s here to fight some spider demons related to the web of the multiverse or something. Honestly, Strange should have just called Julia Carpenter, this is way more her wheelhouse. Strange pushes him through a portal and they fight some eight-legged monsters, but frankly, Peter’s heart isn’t in it. He’s still replaying the details of his fight with Felicia and has been for days now.

Peter caught her stealing from someone’s home, what else was he supposed to do? It’s not the same as museums or stores that have insurance for that type of thing, but even then it’s wrong. She was stealing someone’s personal items, breaking into their private space. How could she put Peter in that kind of position? She can’t use his feelings for her against him, against his ability to do the right thing. Maybe it is time to be…done with the Black Cat.

Strange opens another portal and he and Peter emerge back in the Sanctum Sanctorum covered in demon goo, but ultimately not any worse off than a normal nightly patrol would leave him.

“Well, thanks to you Spider-Man the multiverse is once again put in its rightful balance,” Strange says, “thank you for the assistance.”

“Yeah whatever, call anytime,” Peter mumbles, wiping goo off his mask lens, “hey, don’t suppose you have a shower spell?”

“That would be a gross abuse of my magical powers,” Strange says as a spray of sparkles washes over his body, leaving him miraculously free of demon goo.

Peter sighs deeply, he doesn’t have the energy to fight him on that today. “I’ll just see myself out,” he calls, already turning on his heels and walking back the way he came. Or at least, he thinks it’s the way he came.

“Don’t touch anything!” Strange calls after him, but doesn’t follow to ensure that he doesn’t.

“Don’t touch anything,” Peter mocks in a high-pitched impression of Strange. “I’ll touch all I like, not even paying me or cleaning up the demon guts…”

Peter continues to grumble under his breath as he stalks through the Sanctum, definitely not lost. Eventually, he comes to what he’s pretty sure is the exit and realizes that he hadn’t actually touched anything to spite Strange. He looks around and sees…absolutely nothing of interest. It looks no different than a typical entrance hallway with a doormat, love seat, a creepy mirror with no reflection hanging opposite the door, and...

Wait, that can’t be right. Magic or not, there are laws of physics and the rules of the universe dictate mirrors reflect light. Peter steps closer, peering at the glass that reflects everything except him. He moves around, tilting his head, waving his arms, jumping in and out of frame, but there’s nothing. Staring at it, he decides he needs to touch it.

He raises his hand to swipe his finger over the reflection, but before he can, the glass starts to swirl. Peter can almost see his mask reflected in the distortion or maybe that’s his actual face, but either way, he feels sick just looking at it. There’s a flash of silver light and Peter stumbles back, followed by a crash as everything goes dark.

“What the fuck did I say!” Doctor Strange comes running towards him, his voice shaking him back to consciousness. Shit, did Strange get taller? Like way taller?

There are chunks of mirror scattered around his prone body, still reflecting nothing, just flashes of orange and the hideous carpet. Peter tries to get his own two legs beneath him but finds that as he rises, he has four legs beneath him. Oh god, please not the fucking spider thing again. As he looks down, he’s relieved to see that he has just four furry paws, not eight hands and feet. Oh no, that’s worse actually.

“I said not to touch anything,” Strange says, glaring down at him.

I didn’t touch, just looked, Peter means to say, but what comes out is “meow!”

“I accept your apology,” Strange sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

I don’t have anything to apologize for! You’re busted mirror turned me into a fucking cat!

“Mrowww, meooow!”

“Yes, communicating with magical creatures is just one of the powers of sorcerer supreme,” Strange says, “that’s how I know exactly what you’re saying.”

Stop stroking your ego and fucking fix this!

“Mrrrow.”

“That was a valuable artifact—”

Bill me.

“Meow.”

“—it turns the observer into the form they must take to achieve their deepest desires.”

Fixing the rat problem in my apartment?

“Mew?”

“Yes, most likely a nap in your case.”

Peter stays silent this time, hoping that Strange will get to the “fixing this” part on his own sweet time. For now, he looks at the shattered pieces of the mirror to find an orange tabby cat staring back at him. He stretches out his hind legs and finds them in working order. The tail is strange but not unwelcome. He’s not colorblind, which is good, but he can’t see in ultraviolet like most cats, so less good. Whatever, this will all be a very funny story one day. MJ always did call him tiger, she’ll get a kick out of this.

“I’ll begin the process of reversing this,” Strange says, “but it will take time and frankly I don’t want you destroying the Sanctum when your more cat-like instincts take over.”

What do you mean by cat-like instincts?

“Wrrrrmmaao?”

“Yes, no need to thank me.” Strange starts doing that thing with his hands, orange light glowing from his fingertips. “You’ve said something about having a cat before, right? I’m sure you two will get along great, back at your place. Hell, you might not even need me if you achieve that great desire.”

Wait, Strange, I don’t own a cat, don’t send me home I’m going to starve to death, I don’t have a pet-friendly landlord, and I’m not going to get my deposit back!

#asks #ask game

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peoplcshope · 7 months

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unprompted / always accepting / @acoldsovereign

"Oh, Spouse of mine." Her index and thumbs touch, but there's something in between them; TRUNKS' ear. Pulling an arm backwards, her intention was to knock his back into the front of her body, then trap him within the embrace of her strong arms. Her head leaned forward, tilted at an angle as her cold breath claimed his ear. "You've been away from me for too long." (She'd been existing next to him in near silence the entire day upon her ship). "I've given you more than ENOUGH time to miss me." If this man was smart enough, he'd know this was an attempt to worm her way into his head, manipulate events to make it seem as if they really had been away from each other for longer-- but smarts had long left the building as soon as he started making excuses for her. What smarts? What did he have now? (She didn't give him time to think. Her nose tickled in the inside of his earlobe and her tail was already caressing one of his outer thighs. A deeply gutteral noise left her vocal chords, projected itself into the side of his face just before her mouth opened. She BIT down into his cheek, then rolled the meat of his flesh between her lower and upper teeth). {{here u go homie. #discordshenanigans. The queen of writing is back, rejoice LMAOOOOO 😂

He heard that word again: ‘spouse’. A word that instantaneously rouses him from whatever lethargic state he might be in because of work. Because Kais know just what the woman had under her sleeves this time around. If anything Trunks could say that Maiz keeps him on his toes, always alert because life with her is never dull. The word Chaotic was not even the correct term to exactly explain just what his life has been like ever since they’ve become closer.

If he’s not shipped to ONE planet to handle political affairs due to the position she left him in then he was across the multiverse correcting certain problems. There was even a time where Frieza had even managed to kill her and he needed to correct that little conundrum considering she’s made that much of a mark within the history’s of major planets. Some races had become stronger, so strong that they managed to survive their planet’s climate change because of her attack.

But..miraculously this time she was not here to cause any trouble..or bodily harm. He simply listened to her words. Enough time to miss her? She’s only been gone for no longer than One month…and that’s because he was performing duties she blackmailed him into. Though before Trunks even had the time to rebuttal she had already planted the seeds of curiosity in his mind. With her little gentle affections with the tip of her nose followed by her tail rubbing against his thigh. “If I didn’t know better I’d think you were frisky.”

#❛ mail ━━ i've been fighting but i just can't do enough.#❛ traiz ━━ a little bit of hell but she got me in heaven.#acoldsovereign #lol this man here confused as hell #queue

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ultramagicalternate · 7 months

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Valentina Pari

Relevant Posts: Antonio, Ellen, Gabriella, Blood-Wraith, Alfonso, Dark Angel Valentina, Randalph, Daniel, Morrigan

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In the distant past, long before the dawn of man, an angel left heaven... As if we haven't heard that story before. The first angel rebellion, the banishment of Satan, and the exile of Lucifer had taught the residents of Heaven something interesting: You technically didn't need to stay in Heaven. It wasn't ideal, but one could leave Heaven if they felt the need to do so.

While Adonai wasn't keen on it, he wasn't about to trample over the free-will of his children. One such angel, Valentina (not her original name), felt that Heaven was holding her back and that she would be better off in Hell. The transition wasn't pleasant and she was out of commission for a while upon arriving in Hell. Once she was back up and running, she had no idea what to do next.

One day while she was wandering a park in one of the many cities of Hell, she stumbled upon the demon kings Bael and Byleth. The two arch demons were discussing this and that when they noticed Valentina and invited her to come talk with them. The three ended up discussing Valentina's lack of direction when Byleth suggested that she take up Arcane Science. Arcane Science is the study of the realms, the multiverse, and the secrets of reality itself. Bael even offered to let Valentina peruse his vast library of tomes, grimoires, and scrolls that he had collected over the eons. Suffice it to say the directionless fallen angel took the king up on his offer without hesitation.

Valentina spent a long time studying and researching all that she could. Any source of information was on the table, even if she had to venture into eldritch realms of chaos and madness. During this time she wore a trench coat and a pointed hat. The coat held any necessities and the hat looked cool and could hide her identity if need be. She would learn a lot until she got to a point where she felt she could begin experimenting.

Experiment on what you say? Anything she could think of. Her experiments ranged from corresponding with eldritch entities, creating magic metals, developing transmutation catalysts, finding new ways to generate energy, harnessing the power of black holes, venturing into alternate universes, and even unintentionally creating new types of demons.

Alas, there was a moment when Valentina realized she may have been in over her head. In a bout of scientific mania, she drew up the plans for a quasi hive mind that could unite everyone under one leader that would negate death and allow the transfer of information down the generations... but then she took a step back and considered the bigger picture: would this actually help a civilization? Or would it just cause more harm than good? Humanity at the time was at the height of the black death, which would have been perfect timing to introduce such a concept. What stopped Valentina was seeing alternate timelines where other individuals had tried similar, only for the whole operation to go south. To say the plans were merely shelved was an understatement: they were outright abandoned.

The bold and brash Arcane Scientist finally reined herself in. She returned to her roots and studied. Book writing was also something she took up, talking about her research and past exploits. Even if Valentina was a wild card, Hell still benefited from her studies, with many of her experiments helping develop the technology and infrastructure of Hell. She also had a change of apparel, switching to a sleek body suit and wide-brimmed hat. Despite the plague doctors being incompetent and mostly failures, their hats were pretty cool. At some point, Valentina would get... Well, let's just say she got a little frisky with another fallen angel.

Imagine her surprise when she woke up one morning and realized she was pregnant. Valentina would ponder on her new found offspring and ultimately decided to keep him. Why not? It would provide her all new research and knowledge... and she had been wanting to try her hand at being a mother. Eventually Antonio Pari was born and it was definitely an experience. Raising a newborn demon was tricky, especially without a father around. Regardless, Valentina adored Antonio and took the best of care of him.

Unfortunately Antonio had his rebellious "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ME!" a bit late into his teen years. Upon becoming an adult, he would take off for Earth... WHERE HE WOULD BECOME A MOBSTER. Valentina was thrilled... and it pained her to see her son die in a confrontation with the cops. Even worse was the fact that Antonio had lost his memory upon returning to Hell. Valentina was advised not to confront Antonio as it could harm the return of his memories. Still, that wouldn't stop her from helping him from the shadows. She even went out of her way to meet with a Succubus who would begin the process of getting Antonio away from the crowd he had fallen in with. This allowed Antonio to fully recover his memories and he promptly returned to his mother... Valentina grounded Antonio, but then gave him the biggest hug ever. She has been keeping a close eye on him ever since.

Rumor has it that she also has a daughter, but this daughter is incredibly elusive if she does exist...

While her actions speak greatly on her personality, some things can be noted about Valentina's character. She's a proud scholar and researcher, but he's not above humility and modesty. She is persistent and dedicated to her studies, even if that means she ends up pulling all-nighters and neglecting her surroundings. Socially she's very talkative and friendly. This comes with the consequence of her being a massive nerd, however. Sometimes she forgets that others haven't read as much as she has. If you got lost in her explanations, don't be afraid to speak up. As a mother, she is fun-loving and doting. She wants the best for her family and will go out of her way to make sure that happens. In hindsight, this attitude may have contributed to Antonio's rebellious phase. Note that Valentina is very protective of her family and keeps an enchanted, M61 Vulcan stored in her hair to defend her family if need be.

And speaking of her hair, it serves as a set of extra appendages for research and experiments. The hair is incredibly strong and can even be used in combat. Valentina also boats incredible strength in her manifested form, capable of toppling a skyscraper with enough punches. As mentioned above, Valentina stores weapons in her hair and can get them out on the fly. The weapons consist of swords and assault rifles, all magically enchanted. The M61 Vulcan is the strongest that most people know about. Despite the artillery Valentina packs, she actually prefers to outwit her opponent rather than outgun or outmuscle them. Of course, expect heavy fire if you ever threaten Antonio or any of her loved ones for that matter...

What of that unique eye? Well that's Odin's eye that he gave to Mimir. You see, technically the eye was up for grabs given how long it had been since Odin made his deal with Mimir. If you could prove to Mimir that you were worthy of possessing it, he'd let you have it. And It would be quite the boon to own as by this point it grants visions of the future and allows the one who wields to gain all sorts of insight and knowledge. Naturally Valentina desired such an eye and began to plan out how to acquire it.

At the time, Loki was passing through Hell, so Val decided to pick his brain on the matter. Loki, being the other half of Odin, thought as his counterpart on this when asked. What would Odin do besides offer his eye for knowledge? The first idea he had was to simply get endorsements from entities of high standing in their respective realms. Liking the idea, Valentina got to work getting her endorsements. She went to Lucifer, Byleth, Raguel, and Adonai himself to explain what her plans were and ask for their help. They all agreed. Valentina felt she needed one more, however.

Of course this business got to Odin's ears, so he figured he would pay the fallen angel a visit. Valentina would encounter an old man who was in desperate need of food and shelter... which was kind of odd for Hell, but whatever. Despite the hurry Val was in, she offered the old man help. After 2 nights, the old man prepared to leave... only to reveal that it was Odin himself. Odin was impressed by Valentina's kindness and resolve, granting her his endorsement. With everything she needed, Valentina departed to see Mimir.

Mimir was a little skeptical and apprehensive at first. This was a bizarre situation to say the least. After seeing Odin's endorsement of all things, he caved and let Valentina take the eye. Valentina did not just take the eye though, she merged it with her own right eye... Mimir had not quite seen that one before. Interestingly the eye also came with a rune. The rune seems to react to the eye, burning whenever something important is about to happen.

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