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my cat, Caramel,  is the only being in the universe that can wake me up at 6:13 am on a saturday and not piss me off about it.

#😭😭😭 I COULD NEVER BE MAD AT HIM HE'S SO CUTE #but dude really was patting on my door with his paws so early #i had a productive morning running showering shopping etc #but now i feel like it's time for bed at 2 pm and the day is over #i am so brain dead yall... maybe i can do 1-2 liners again???? #also i see yall reblogging that kindness meme pls assume #that i sent you all the emojis bc i love you all asdfghjk <3 #tbd

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Dirty Laundry (Part II) || Doctor Strange x reader.

Word count: 5.5K Summary: You run away to your home town but Stephen still manages to find you. Warning: SMUTTY SMUT OVER 18s ONLY. vanilla(?), spanking, unprotected p & v sex, creampied. Strictly do not: claim, repost, copy, translate my stories anywhere else A/N: I am not from America, so the little things in here might be inaccurate okay? but I did do a bit of research but don't come at me asdfghjk if I get something wrong pls. I did my best with my soupy brain. This was briefly proof read.

•••

"Hi this is (Y/N), I'd like to call in sick for my shift later this afternoon?" You were on the phone with the staff management, "Yeah I'm assigned under Doctor Strange’s team, mhm, maybe for three days. Alright thanks." You hung up the phone and threw your head back on the chair, even now  saying his name made your stomach turn.

You sat in an express train on the way to your hometown. Your family owns a lighthouse where your grandfather used to take you all the time when you were little. The lighthouse, the beach, it was all your place of comfort. You buried your hands in your arms, feeling quite ashamed of all the things you've done with Stephen, especially in the workplace. It was unprofessional and it was something your parents wouldn't be proud of— heck it didn't make you proud either. 

You stared out the window, wondering if you made the right decision— Surely there was no other way but down with this kind of relationship, and you refused to be the side chick, Christine was not only a great Doctor but a good person, you can’t wreck what they have? 

You checked your call log and saw at least twenty missed calls from Stephen, you blocked his number but you were still able to see if he called. You knew he left you voice messages but you ignored them, you didn't want to hear it until you've cleared your head.

You fell asleep and arrived at your hometown very early in the morning. You got out of the train and immediately saw your father waiting for you at the platform. 

You made eye contact, a warm smile curved on his lips and walked towards you, bringing you in for a hug, "My baby, I missed you so much!" 

"I missed you too, Dad." You closed your eyes and hugged him tight, it has been six months since you last visited your parents.

Your father gave you a squeeze, pulling away and holding you by the shoulders, "Your mother is cooking your favorite breakfast, let’s get you home." 

During the ride home, your father couldn’t help but notice the solemn look on your face while you soaked yourself in the familiarity of the place. 

"So, who's legs do I have to break?" Your father interrupted your thoughts with a joke. You chuckled and shook your head. 

"Is it that obvious?" You asked him.

"Honey, I raised you, you might’ve been gone for a while but I still know when something's bothering you." He glanced at you with a playful wink. You chuckled but stayed quiet, "Not ready to talk about it yet? Sure." Your father nodded.

"Sorry, Dad." You said softly, glancing at him.

"Don't be ridiculous, I'll find out from your mother anyway." He laughed. 

•••

Stephen threw his phone in his locker and slammed it shut afterward, vexed at the fact that you wouldn't answer your phone. He was expecting to have you as his theatre nurse for this operation, but he now found out you called in sick for another day. It was driving him nuts because the risk of losing you was huge and he knew he didn't have control over the situation, he didn't know another way to contact you, he visited your apartment but no one answered.

Your absence has grossly affected his ability to work efficiently, his focus was deranged and his irritability was through the roof, especially now that the patients he chose were more complicated than he thought.

Stephen glanced at his trolley and noticed that the tumour retractor was missing, he heaved frustratedly, "G'damnit, where's the retractor? How am I supposed to do my job properly if all of you don't do yours?" 

"Sorry, Doctor, we'll open one now." A new graduate nurse apologised.

"You just wasted three seconds telling me that, just hurry up and get it." Stephen snapped, and the young nurse ran to open a sterile pack.

"Doctor Strange, don't you think you're being a little bit harsh?" Doctor Stanton, Stephen's resident, who politely stood up to his senior, a bold move. 

The nurses and techs exchanged nervous glances and cringed behind their masks, knowing that Strange wasn't going to let that slide.

Stephen stared down his junior, the mask made the imperious expressions in his eyes more conspicuous, "You want to talk about harshness, Doctor Stanton? If this patient dies because we couldn't remove the tumour in time, why don't you talk to her family and tell them that they lost a daughter because one of our instruments was missing." Stephen snatched the forceps from the nurse as she handed it over.

Doctor Stanton sighed lightly and bit his tongue to not aggravate Stephen even more. The room fell silent as Stephen immersed himself in trying to fix and hold the tumour in place before proceeding with a very delicate procedure of dissecting it. 

Since Stephen was easily distracted, even the sound of someone breathing heavily made him lose his focus. He paused what was doing and said in a low gravelly voice, "Whoever sounds like Darthvader, do me a favour and step out of the room. Your breathing is distracting me." 

The person became self aware and breathed more quietly. Everyone was antsy and did the best they could to not be Strange’s next target. After what seemed like forever, Stephen managed to dissect the mass and close up the patient before stepping aside and supervising the resident to do the rest. 

After six hours of standing in the operating room with staff whom he deemed incompetent due to his ongoing tantrum, Stephen has had enough for the day. He strolled past the nurse's station in the recovery ward and heard your name being spoken by your manager from her office. Stephen made a u-turn and leaned against the door frame while your manager was still on the phone with you.

She noticed Stephen by the door, arms crossed and waiting to be addressed, "One sec." She mouthed as she nodded and listened to what you were saying in the other line. 

Stephen then felt compelled to take a seat in front of her, flicking the wobble head toy of Captain America on her desk while he impatiently waited. 

"Alright love, get well soon. Buh-bye." Katie hung up the phone and turned her attention to Stephen, "Doctor Strange, this is odd, what brings you to my office?" 

Stephen stopped playing with the wobbly head and said, "Was that (Y/N) on the phone?" He answered her question with one.

"Um, yes it was. Why?" She raised her eyebrows questioningly. She heard staff talking about Stephen being extra cranky ever since you took your sick leave. 

"Just wondering when someone competent will come back." Stephen lied and shrugged.

"Hm she said she'll be back in a week–" 

"A week?!" Stephen almost jumped out of his seat and then rubbed his eyebrows as if to get rid of the incoming headache, "I can't wait that long– is she really sick?"

"Wow. Doctor Strange, I don't usually question my staff for taking sick leave unless it's getting frequent and yes, she does sound sick." Katie nodded, remembering the hoarseness in your voice when you called her.

"Oh, okay…Did she at least mention going anywhere?" Stephen asked.

Katie narrowed her eyes, beginning to become more suspicious around his motives, "Why are you really here, Doctor Strange?" 

"What do you mean why am I really here? One of your best staff is missing, and I can't do my job properly since the ones I have now can't even arrange surgical tools properly!" Stephen answered quite defensively, blaming it on the others instead of himself.

"Sorry, I can’t tell you. It's confidential." Katie shrugged with a tight lipped smile. It was indeed confidential, but she was trying to manipulate Strange into telling her his actual reason. He sounded desperate enough to know where you were.

Her 'oh well' demeanour got Stephen sighing, "Alright fine, I'll tell you." Stephen reaches for the door and shuts it.

•••

“Good morning darling, did you have a great sleep last night?” Your mother greeted you from the kitchen after hearing the light thumping of your feet while going down.

“I actually did, Mom. Thank you. What about you?” You sauntered your way to your table, where a hearty breakfast awaited. When you're alone at home, the only things you consume are a piece of fruit and a glass of water, all because you cherish your sleep.

“So-so, your father snores a lot, I’ve been with him for god knows how long and still, I can't get used to it.” She chuckled while pouring pear juice into your glass.

“Just turn him to his side, that usually works like magic.” You advised before taking a bite of your mother’s cooking.

Your mother took her seat and before she could put food in her mouth, she paused, “Oh really? How do you know it works?” She asked.

“I heard from a friend.” You casually shrug, shoving more food in your mouth. In fact, it worked so well on Stephen. He tends to snore, but only when he’s super tired, “Where’s dad?” 

“He’s outside, chopping some wood, he invited some of his friends over to catch up around the fire tonight.” Your mother pointed with her thumb over her shoulder where you found no sign of your father there.

“Are you sure? He’s not there. ” You lightly lifted yourself up, trying to find your dad outside, causing your mother to turn around.

“Oh, hm, he was just there a couple of minutes ago.” 

•••

Stephen stepped out of his Lamborghini, hands tucked into his navy wool textured peacoat, his facial hair slightly unshaven. He looked around the large, well tended garden in the vicinity of your house, and found your dad approaching him, “Excuse me sir, is this the (Y/L/N) residence?”

Your father stayed a good few metres back, “Yes it is, who’s asking?”

“My name is Stephen, sir. I’m looking for (Y/N).” Stephen introduced himself. 

“You’re looking for my daughter? (Y/N)? And who are you?” Your father asked, turning around to glance at the house to see if anyone was looking through the window.

“I'm one of her colleagues at work, Sir. Just wanting to know if she's alright, I was told she was sick.” 

“She’s inside. Follow me.” Your father waved his hands and Stephen followed behind, “What are you? Her new boyfriend or something?” 

“Uhhh,” Stephen drawled, “I’m her boy space friend.”

Your father glanced at him with raised eyebrows and said, “You sounded unsure about that— So what’s your family name, boy?” 

“My last name is Strange, Sir”

Your father halted and turned his head to look at Stephen and chuckled, “Really? I’ve heard plenty of strange names, I’d love to hear yours, I won’t judge.” 

“No, Strange is my last name, Sir. My name is Stephen Strange.” 

“Oh sorry—” They climbed the wooden porch together, your father chucking his gloves on a chair, and your father opened the screen door and yelled out, “(Y/N)! You have a visitor!”

You whipped your head in the direction of your father’s voice and grabbed a tissue to wipe your mouth with before facing the visitor. You exchanged looks with your mom, but she smiled at you and shrugged—you stood up, expecting it to be one of your childhood friends you haven’t seen in a while, but instead your eyes landed on Stephen and your smile dropped.

Stephen’s gaze met yours, he felt a surge of joy after seeing you with his own eyes, relieved to see that you were okay— he did notice your smile disappearing as soon as you laid eyes on him. 

You averted his gaze and looked at your father instead, “What is he doing here?” Suddenly, it was so hard to breathe after seeing his face, the face you wanted to forget, the one that makes your heart flutter nonstop when he visits your head.

“He said he was looking for you, he seemed decent, so I told him to follow me.” Your father furrowed his brows at your unease. 

“Honey! Eat your breakfast— oh, hello.” Your mother darted her eyes at each one of you.

Stephen smiled politely at your mother.

“Darling, this is Stephen, your daughter’s boy space friend. His last name is Strange.” Your father introduced the man to your mother, glancing at you after using Stephen's name in a dad joke. You didn’t mention anything about Stephen to either of them at all. 

Your mother frowned at your father, “That’s not a nice thing to say, love! I’m so sorry Stephen, I don’t know why he would say that! Would you like to join us for breakfast?” 

You shut your eyes at the fact that your mother misunderstood, plus you could tell your father was suppressing a laugh by the way the corners of his lips twitched and his abdomen and chest jerked. Stephen, on the other hand, was used to it and didn’t mind, he’s been in this situation way too many times.

"No, he doesn’t! Why don’t I show him around first? I’ll show him the beach and the lighthouse,” you cut off your mom and then muttered, “and maybe throw him off a cliff.”

“Oh sure, honey—he can just join us for lunch then, so just be back by then,” Your mother smiled. You nodded reluctantly and walked past Stephen to go upstairs and change yourself into more decent clothing.

“Stay there and wait. I’ll be back.” You demanded Stephen insistently and then ascended the staircase.

•••

You used the beach trail near your backyard to take Stephen to the beach and the lighthouse that your family owns. While walking, you kept a fair amount of distance between you and him, none of you seemed to want to start talking. 

The gusts of wind were fairly powerful, and the temperature that accompanied them was rather brisk. Cumulonimbus clouds began to develop on the ocean's horizon as the waves progressively grew harsher against the shoreline. It was likely going to rain. 

You immediately regretted wearing the first article of clothing that you saw, which was a white boho maxi beach dress. The sand that your feet sank into was rather chilly, and it was a mistake to wear it. Stephen, seeing that you were beginning to shiver, shrugged his large coat off and draped it over your shoulders. You couldn't help but be drawn in by the addictive, heady aroma of the autumn wood and citrus that lingered in the air after he put it on you. It never fails to leave you with a pleasant sensation on the inside.

“When were you planning to answer my calls?” He finally spoke, the man's deep voice sounded like dark brown velvet to your ears, and there was a trace of impatience in its restraint.

“I wasn’t planning on it.” You answered, simply.

“Have you ever heard the voicemails I left you?” He asked yet another question, and you shook your head, causing him to scoff in disbelief, “Wow, so you were just going to leave me hanging? Don’t you give a damn about how I feel?” His voice changed in pitch, just a touch higher as passion grew in him.

“It doesn’t matter alright, Stephen? You can’t have the best of both worlds and lead people on.”

Stephen halted, shocked at what he had just heard come from you, but you kept walking, “Are you calling my feelings invalid? Wow. I didn’t expect this from you, that’s really selfish—and I am not leading you on, dammit.” His long strides caught up with you in no time as he grabbed your wrist and forcefully whipped you around to face him, “Can’t you just listen and hear me out?” His voice faltered, he felt hurt by your indifference towards him.

Thunder clapped as the clouds began to spit out beads of water, you looked up into the sky and saw the lovely hue of blue that the ocean reflected had transformed into a gravel grey as the sky was being obscured by the formation of large cloud pillows. 

You tugged on Stephen’s sleeve, “It’s starting to rain Stephen, let’s go back.”

“No.” His throat grumbled, holding you in place firmly before you could even move your feet to leave. The scenery behind him almost feels like a representation of what he was feeling inside at that moment.

“It’s starting to rain!” You shouted, as you failed to thrash out of his grip. 

“I don’t care!” He roared back at you, almost straining his larynx, his grip tightened around your arms. Then a stronger downpour followed, and in a matter of seconds, the two of you were completely drenched. Because of the volume of the rain that was pouring, the sounds merged together into a single, continuous buzzing. Your eyelids fluttered as the rain hit your face, making it hard to look at him, “You’re not going to run away this time, (Y/N)! I won’t allow that!”

“I don’t belong to you, Stephen! You don’t have the right to use your egotistical authority against me!” You shouted through the overall noise of your surroundings. 

Stephen dropped his head down, “Okay, you’re right, you don’t belong to me.” He wasn’t muttering, but his voice sounded like one after he lowered it, turning raspy, “But I belong to you, my heart belongs to you. Don’t I at least get the right to tell you that? I’m sorry for whatever I did for your eyes to see me that way, but I am telling you the truth.”

You felt your heart skip a beat. Your defensive walls softened after hearing his confession, you felt his grip on you loosen as well, and you gently slipped yourself out of his hold. You needed time to process what was happening because you weren’t prepared for it even though this was what you wanted. 

“Where are you going?” Stephen asked as you turned to make your way to the lighthouse for shelter. He was on edge, afraid that you might run away again.

“I want to get out of this rain,” You turned around, “Are you going to follow me or not?”

•••

When you entered the base of the lighthouse and flicked the lights on, Stephen was expecting the inside to be an old, creepy looking spiral staircase, but instead he was welcomed with a warm and cosy living room with a loft just above the kitchen, which is the bedroom. The rain outside was relentless, the thunder causing the lights to flicker. The darkness caused the lighthouse to automatically turn itself on above for sailors. 

You removed Stephen’s coat and placed it over a heater to dry it, thanks to it, the upper part of your dress was only damp.

"Do you know how many lighthouses there are in New Jersey?" He asked, completely off topic.

"What does it have to do with anything?" You averted your gaze when you noticed the white top he was wearing stuck to his skin like cling wrap, highlighting the muscles in his chest and abdomen.

"There’s eleven. I ditched work just so I can spend all night to find you, I visited eleven lighthouses each at least half an hour to an hour in between—are you understanding the depths of my feelings here for you? The length I would go through, for you? Lighthouse after lighthouse, the locals tell me they didn't know who you were and Ironically, yours was the last one I found, just like how I need you to be my last." Stephen ignored your question, straight after he was given information by your manager, he wasted no time in looking for you. She didn’t give him your exact location because she didn’t have it but she did remember you mentioning New Jersey and the lighthouse your family owned.

"You're insane, what about Christine?" You shook your head, it was still not sinking in, you didn't know what to say. Only you knew he was comepletely out of his mind for doing what he did.

"Yeah, I am and what about Christine? There's nothing going on between us. It's always been just you (Y/N). You are the epitome of all the things I need for the rest of my life. You got me thinking about our future, our house and maybe kids, if you want. You can't expect me to not catch feelings for you when you won't get out of my head twenty-four seven." He looked at you so intimately from where he stood that you felt like you're melting on the floor.

He approaches you with his eyes lowered downward like a puppy that has been scolded. He was completely out of his element, making it unclear to him what course of action to take. He shifts his weight as he delicately walks towards you, despite his best intentions, he hesitates to reach out to you, as if he were reaching through thick honey, his hand slows and then freezes.

You stop, allowing yourself some time to gather your thoughts and maybe, just perhaps, revel in the fact that you have this power over him, even if only for a split second. But you choose to give him compassion, you grasp his hand and draw him nearer to you until you are safely ensconced in his arms. Absolution has always been his. 

When compared to your own temperature, the heat emanating from his body is intense. Stephen repositioned his feet so they were outside of yours and wrapped his arms around you. He drew a deep, shuddering breath and continued to bring you closer together until you were pressed together, chest to chest, belly to belly, and thigh to thigh.

You inhaled the aroma of the autumn cedar that he wore, you ran your hand down the muscles in his back, and followed the straight line of his spine with your fingers. You may find that a more practical side of you urges, ‘Step back! You need to take your time to talk! You need to work on things slowly. ’ However, the pull of his presence is too strong to bear; just being in close proximity to him makes you feel compelled to reach out and touch him.

Neither of you has exchanged a single word. Stephen seems to be looking down at you as you stare up at him. He grins softly, his fingertips lightly caressing your face, while one of his arms remains firmly pressed against your body, keeping you close, tightly, almost painfully. When his nose brushed against yours, you instinctively pushed your face forward and launched into an instant kiss, claiming him as yours.

In the way he returned your kiss, Stephen's desperation was easy to feel. You can sense the strain in his body as he attempts to rein himself in and slow down, savour the moment, but you both know that both of you were beyond that point. Both of you know this path so well that even though there’s this awkward feeling of newness between you, your hands remember.

Stephen was yearning for your touch. If it were possible for him to cover every part of you with his hands, body, and lips, he would do it. While he is lifting one of your legs up and around him, you throw your arms around his neck and he does the same thing with the other leg. While you are suspended there, his hands curl underneath you and pull you closer to him while he takes deep breaths into your neck. You tug at his hair to bring his mouth closer to you, then takes his lower lip in on your own and bites it, perhaps a little too forcefully, which causes him to hitch a sharp breath.

Stephen stumbles forward and your back hits the wall, knocking the air out of you. While he is supporting you between the wall and his own hips, the bones in his hips dig into your painfully round thighs. Stephen breaks apart from your kisses in order to make eye contact with you while he unbuckles his belt from underneath you.

Intense, agonising heat is pulsing through your abdomen like a steady electrical current, your core throbbing with a burning desire for him. You're bringing your dress up around your waist as you pull it out from between you. As Stephen continues to grind against you, his pants begin to pool around his ankles, leaving only his underwear as the only thing separating the two of you. 

You can feel his breath on your neck as he kisses you. You lick his ear, which prompts Stephen to bury his face in your chest. He then lifts you up so that he can bite at your breast through the fabric of your dress. He is breathing heavily, like a horse at the races, Stephen fumbles with his boxers, pushing them down, his hardened cock springing free. There's no effort on his part to remove your underwear; he merely pulls them to one side and lets you slide down on him while against the wall. That electrifying current shot up from the depths of your stomach into your heart as you felt the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. Both of you were holding your breath till he softly penetrated himself in, every inch of his shaft filling you completely.

It hurts a little, and you both gasp together. You draw him closer to you as Stephen descends as deep into you as he can, so slowly and tenderly, even at this moment, allowing you time to adjust him around your walls. You wrap your legs tighter around him, and he reacts by putting one arm in the small of your back and the other under you, pulling you closer, despite the fact that there is no way the two of you could possibly be any closer together. 

He makes a slight withdrawal and then begins the steady rhythm, his muscles flexing through his wet shirt in response to your touch. In a matter of seconds, you felt your lower back pounding painfully against the stone wall behind you. His teeth graze up your neck and he elevates your legs higher, allowing himself deeper access and hitting that deeper spot within you, which causes your eyes to roll in the back of your head. Moans leave his lips unchecked, enjoying the slippery sensation of being inside you while your muscles, ones you never knew existed, clench tightly around him.

For a short while, you both remain silent as you focus on sensing one another, moving, and listening to each other's breath. He takes a careful step back and turns, letting you fall off of him and onto the couch, kicking off his pants as he does so and pulling your panties free. You climbed back to straddle him, his appreciative gaze making you feel confident. Your fingers wrap around his shaft, squeezing it on purpose, making him grunt. 

“Why are you so addictive?” You whispered in his ear and you could feel his hot, almost pulsating, cock under you as you positioned yourself down on him, feeling his warmth fill you back up. The moment your dress was pulled up and over your head, Stephen began rocking you back and forth. You clumsily pull at his shirt, which prompts him to sit up and give you permission to remove it from him by yanking it off. 

“Kiss me while you make love to me.” Stephen envelops you in his arms and pulls you closer to him so that the two of you can share a passionate kiss.

Now you make the rhythm, and you make it slow, making him gasp, binding your fingers into the back of his dark hair. You can almost not take it when you see the look of hunger on his face; you want to give him what it is that he desires. When his hands find your breasts, he uses his long, clever fingers to tease your nipples in a variety of different ways, causing heat to spread throughout your body. The hairs on your arms and legs stand on end, and your throat tingles as a result of the chills. 

You grab each of his hands in one of your own and pin them together above his head as you quicken the pace of rocking in his lap. He tries to resist, but you don't let him.

“Yes, baby, look at you owning my cock like that.” Stephen moaned in an obviously helpless manner into your ear while his hands were tightly clasped beneath yours. You whimper and mewl wordlessly, feeling hot as Stephen’s face contorts in ways that the pleasure almost feels like pain, good pain. Stephen began to control your movements with his strong arms, when he could feel your legs quivering in fatigue.

“Stephen, take me, my legs are getting tired,” You whimpered and yet didn’t stop rocking your hips, not wanting that feeling to stop. Stephen wipes your now dried hair away from your face and smiles sweetly.

“I’ll take you any day, love.” Stephen leans in and pecks you on the lips, “Get on your fours.” He commanded and you followed, feeling the warmth of his cock slip out of you while you leaned forward on your forearms, pressing your tummy down, arching your back and raising your ass, presenting your swollen cunt to him. You reached down between your legs and spread your lips open for him.

“Just like that,” You heard him whisper as he knelt down in front of your spread legs, “You know how to make my mouth water, baby. God, I love this ass.” Stephen groaned, groping you before spanking one of your cheeks, lightly. This felt so good, he slapped your ass again, harder, a really satisfying smack sound was made, and a red handprint was left on your tender flesh.

You cried out in pain and pleasure, “Why did you do that?”

“That’s for ignoring me, and running away from me.” He moistened his lips and licked his hand before running his finger lightly against the wetness of your little hole, making you jerk, and he chuckled. “So sensitive, but I won’t keep you waiting, princess. If you promise me you won’t do that to me again.”

“I can’t guarantee that—” Stephen lifted his hands and lowered his hand to your bare bottom with a resounding smack, “Mmmh.” You bit your lips and winced.

“Sorry what?” 

If you weren’t feeling desperate for his touch, you would’ve kept defying him, Stephen stroking your bottom didn’t help, it only made you crave for him, “I said, I won’t ignore or run away from you again—Stephen, just fuck me.”

Stephen smirked at your eagerness, “So needy,” He grabbed his cock and started rubbing the thick, slippery head up and down from her clit down to your tiny hole, teasing you. You wiggled your ass against him, begging him with your body to ram it in. Stephen’s cock stretches you out once more, and you grunt from the sheer force of his dick splitting you open. Stephen lazily reaches for your wrists and traps your hands behind you until you’re completely helpless but willing to take the pounding thrusts he slams into you. Again and again.

It was pure pleasure for Stephen to watch his wet cock slide in and out of your tight cunt while palming your ass cheeks. With every stroke he makes, your swollen lips cling to his thusting shaft, “Fucking love being inside you, tell me baby, who’s going to break first?” 

Your hot breath fogged up against the leather seat, and you felt Stephen’s cock hit you at all the right places, “You.” You clamped your walls, squeezing his cock inside you. Stephen threw his head back with a guttural grunt, and you pushed back, meeting his wild thrusts in the middle.

Stephen reaches under for your clit, palming it in a rigorous circular motion, instantly sending you into overdrive with a scream, you came all over his cock that still pounded you. 

Stephen kept fucking your dripping pussy while you convulsed and shivered beneath him, “Ugh baby, ” Feeling you clamp even tighter around his dick caused him to lose control, his thrust became longer and deeper, and when the knot in the pit of his stomach was too much to bear, his throbbing cock fired two powerful shots deep inside your gripping cunt. Little spasms shook his body as he slowly thrust every last drop of essence into you. A burst of sexual ecstasy ensued as all the built-up tension, pressure, and nervous energy were suddenly released. 

Stephen rested his body over yours, huffing like a bull and waiting for his cock to go limp inside you, his nose buried in your hair, taking in the scent of your shampoo. After catching his breath, he gets off of you and you lay together on the couch wrapped around each other. Stephen was patient, attentive, his kisses chaste and sweet as he repeatedly brushed his hand through your hair to soothe you.

You wished this moment could last forever and prayed so hard that this wasn't just a dream.

“Are you really mine, Stephen?” Your eyes flutter up to meet his tender gaze on you.

And with a whisper he replied, “All of me is yours (Y/N).” 

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[squidsandthings]

✨Oh look it's an Intro Post :0 ✨

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Hihi!! I'm Goose (or Squid). My pronouns are They/He/Xe. Mostly just a squid trying to make their way through college and eventually the world. (18)

I've been unshadowbanned (at long last) so I don't really use my sideblog anymore BUT if you want more of this nonsense my main sideblog is @geeseandthings

Pronouns.Page

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My Commissions are Open!!

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I mostly just reblog stuff I think looks interesting or I think is important (such as when I reblogged a picture of a pigeon 80+ times). I love spam reblogging and liking. I honestly don't know what I'm doing but it seems to be working. I'm mostly a fandom blog (bsd is ruining my life sos)

I love talking to people so pls feel free to dm me or send me stuff in my askbox!! Mutuals can also feel free to ask for my discord.

Blog title from: Journey of the Featherless by Cloud Cult

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Things I like??? (In no particular order)

Bungo Stray Dogs

One Piece (send help)

Dungeons and Dragons

Dice (I collect them)

French Horn

Idolish7 (thanks koi)

Hades

Portal (1 & 2)

The Amazing Devil

The Crane Wives

Pigeons

Squids

Moriarty the Patriot

The Owl House

Visual Novels

Stardew Valley

Sailor Moon

Will Wood

TF2

And a whole bunch of other stuff

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Other Stuff :D

#squid talks actually <- is the tag I use for when I somehow remember this site has a post button and pause my endless reblogging to scream into the void

#squoodles <- Tag for my art ( which is mostly fanart asdfghjk) if you wanna check it out :D

#squid inks <- is my writing tag. It's mostly bad poetry, but it also has uquizzes and any fanfic I post.

#squish spam <- rbs

(also I have a dazai plush which I use the tag #plushzai for. if you wanna see him)

Also I made THREE uquizzes so here's the links if you wanna check em out:

Corn Maze Quiz: https://uquiz.com/ILeyNM

Vegetable Quiz: https://uquiz.com/4jK1RJ

Bsd Kin Quiz: https://uquiz.com/MsR96m

I draw sometimes. Most of my drawings are Bungo Stray Dogs Fanart. But I also draw other things when I have the inspiration (which is rare).

Pfp by the very skilled @mightbebobbie

Matching with: @bnesszai @osameowdazai and @bubblingacid

Banner is by my beloved mutual: @im-a-chunky-potato

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I have a collection of animal themed sideblogs I reblog on sometimes so if you like little cretures feel free to check out these blogs:

@pigeonsandthings

@sharksandthings

@axolotlsandthings

@ratsandthings

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As a treat for reading this entire post here's my cats :DDD

#squid talks actually #intro post

[tiny-space-robot]

Oh! Are you a Horrid Henry fan? :O

If so, awesome! It's one of my favourite shows growing up as a young kid. We need more pro-shippers liking it!! :)

I sure am! X3

and same here! I used to start watching it back in the day, thinking "wow, that henry kid sure is a menace" then it turned to "oh hey, he´s not that bad actually! he has good moments too! :3" and THEN I realized "wow..his parents are horrid!"

(seriously, a lot of henry´s actions and "acting up" could be the result of most authority figures in his life just labeling him "horrid"- like?? his parents, his teachers, everyone just thinks a middle schooler is literal satan- stop pls??)

but ye. on the proshippy side of things, I always wanted Henry and Peter to form a bond! like, I vividly remember seeing an episode when I was 7, thinking "why is henry so mean to peter?? why dont they ever just kiss??" (in a platinic sense, mind you! I grew up in a family where we always casually kiss each other on cheek and lips so sdfghj) and NOWADAYS- its the same opinion but in a more (>u>) way asdfghjk

#I also remember LOVING the intro! asdfghj #I mean- idk how the intro goes in english but the one I grew up with was very snazzy! UwU #horrid henry

[crimsonrainseekingflower]

I'm sorry to even ask you this but do you remember the bingqiu asswine figure?????? it was nsfw But pls tell me i didn't dream it up

he was holding a teapot and all

no need to apologize lol i love everything about scum villain including the asswine extra hahaha

but unfortunately i can't tell if i also remember the figure or if i've just seen a lot of fanart for that scene over the years 🤔

if the figure does exist then it's definitely fanmade. i couldn't find anything about it but i only did a couple of searches, and mainly found the nendos which we already knew existed asdfghjk

the creator might have deleted it from their social media? or it was simply never tagged appropriately so it's difficult to search for

if anyone has info on this, please don't hesitate to reply to this post! i'd like to help anon out 😂

edit: pio found it! link in comments <3

#ask #anon

[forjongseong]

FIRST THINGS FIRST NANA how dare you put that sleeveless pic of jay on there omfg i... MY hART!

You furrowed your eyebrows, turning your head to look at Jay. Jay had a serious expression on his face that only looked funny to you.

STOP LMAO I thought of them enha laughed at Jay during their given-taken promos because they were trying to make the other person laugh during aegyo hfhhadajdhahahahahahaha

Jay’s heart does a flip whenever you call him something that is not his name, but he wasn’t going to let you know about this.

aiite, i'm out. packing my bags and leaving my boyfriend for this fanfic secretary jay. catch me in my car driving somewhere.

Jay creeped up next to you and leaned into your ear. “I wanna be called sweetie too, please.”

I'M BACK HOME. NOPE. DJASDHAJSKDASKLDJKAL

The bus made a turn and you were about to fall to your left side if it weren’t for Jay who swiftly made his way to the seat beside you. 

LEAVING MY BOYFRIEND AGAIN! PACKING MY BAGS AGAIN

“So when I made you cum three times?” Jay asked, sitting on your bed.

JAY i am done with you lmaooooo

Hwiyoung had his hair up in a man-bun, and he looked handsome as hell, but your eyes were glued to your first secretary.

maybe i'll take hwi hehehehehe

As soon as all your staff started gathering, with your female employees flocking over to Jay for some reason, it clicked.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH ME SCREAMING!!! YAS YN YAS GETCHO MAN OUTTA THERE!

“What?” Jay looked at you, pretending to be oblivious. “This?” He ran his fingers through his hair again, this time flexing his muscles too. You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him. It only fed his ego even more.

okay but tbh this is JAY IRL LET ME GET HIM! 👊👊👊👊👊

“Why don’t we fuck, and you can sing my name for others to hear?”

SHUT THE FUCK UP JAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY AAAAAHHHH

“See?” He said, still panting while you brush his hair back and his sweat off his face. “I made you sing.”

BOY IMMA FIGHT HIM FRFR lol not my heart singing too though

He closed his eyes and smiled really wide.

NANANANANANANANANNANANANANA NOT ME SEEING THIS JAY T_T

KEEHO PLS

“We heard some of your staff fucking,” Keeho said in one breath.

I THINK I LOST MY VOICE FROM SCREAMING AND LAUGHING TOO LOUD HAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH

“I think your secretary is fucking someone in your team.”

I'M FUCKING WEAK ASL HAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT IS THIS BRUH

“Park, is this true?” You held your gaze at him, smiling when you could see the gears in his head shifting.

NOT YN DOING THE QUESTIONING HAHAHAHAHA I CANT STOP LAUGHING MY STOMACH HURTS

“Shame,” Jay whispered. “I wanted him to find out.”

JAY OMG SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP im done asdfghjk my energy is done for the day

DAMMIT NANA this was one hell of an episode/chapter. i laughed, squealed, LAUGHED AGAIN and just UGH this series is ART.

AAAAA THE WAY I SQUEALED AND WHEEZED READING THIS WHOLE THING HDJDJFKF

Ofc i had to put sleeveless jay as the header IT WAS THE WHOLE REASON THIS FILLER CHAPTER EXISTS

THE AEGYO GIVEN-TAKEN ERA I KNOW EXACTLY WHICH VIDEO YOU MEAN IM SCREAMING

HWIYOUNG IS UP FOR GRABS SOMEBODY CLAIM HIM

KEEHO IS JUST i never really intended him to become a scene stealer like Beomgyu dhjajajsja I really just handpicked random 4th gen idol names to list as the staff and just found myself repeating Keeho a lot which is great because irl he is chaotic too IM GLAD YOU ALL ARE LOVING THIS

#being called an art #is an honor #thank you 🥺 #nanaanswers #from.genie #nanafeedbacks #fic: hasta los dientes

[mazojo]

anyways final dub episode is out and just wanted to give a shoutout to my boys because its what they deserve

#and no tubas doesnt get a prettier solo picture because he is my feral son and thats that anyone who wants to complain pls press f #asdfghjk but in all seriousness........... please spare season 2? please? #i will be crying if anybody needs me thx #and like ii had already watched the sub but bro when the outdo and intro cut off I got chills all over #asdfghj the power of this man #stars align #anime #im missing literally everyone but this was the only screenshots i #had saved on my phone because the rest were on my iPad so this is what yall are getting for now

[lovelytemptationsforyou-blog]

Based on this plot  & based on this starter call

“Oh no, she’s coming! Quick, just stand next to me and press your back against this door,” Rick whispered alarmedly to his 6-year old daughter, his eldest child, who intelligently managed to caught onto his tiny desperate idea just in time before her mother walked into her room. So when his wife came in, there they were. Tall father and petite-sized brunette daughter, standing lovingly side-by-side, her arms hugging her father’s waist, with both of their backs pressed against the tall cupboard door behind them. “Oh hey, hun, back from work so soon?”he asked Lucy cheerfully. “I thought we wouldn’t expect you home till 7,”he smiled. “What happened at work?”

#i hope this is ok? lmk if u want anything changed...rick can be quite the spendthrift sometimes since he's always been surrounded with wealt #wealth for his whole life so far & he's always VERY generous with his loved ones & friends..so maybe he went overboard this time and bought #nearly half of the toystore for his kids? hahaha also she could be coming home early for any type of reason including her just finding out t #that she's pregnant again if you want? asdfghjk XD #convo: lucy #PLS FEEL FREE TO USE GIFS/ICONS/WITHOUT aka anything u prefer for yr reply <3 #muse: rick ( future verse )

[timetwistingtimetwister]

Tropy, while he was doing better, still didn’t seem like he was...quite back to normal. Not all the way, at least. He kept having strange thoughts between what were his own thoughts, something kept telling him to get back in the kart and race. And win- to never accept anything better than first place. He wasn’t saying anything, but he kept laughing that strange, more crazed than usual laugh every once in a while. In his mind, he was practically arguing with himself over what to do now. And every once in a while, he would mutter part of what he was thinking without realizing it.

#ic #asdfghjk bastard man;; #i'm sorry this man's been feral all day;; #he's just;; so awful;; and fun to write when he's feral pls help

[snzunii]

OMG YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN ASDFGHJK can I pls get a domesticity (?) with sanzu? I've just been wanting sanzu fluff tbh I love that man too much thank you <33

NIGHTS LIKE THIS.

+ pairings. sanzu haruchiyo x f!reader.

+ tags. fluff, fluff and fluff <333 + spanking (like once gajsgah)

+ word count. 1.1k

+ note. so hi anon! here's ur requeeest aaaaa im sorry if this took so long i swear im just busy af, idk if this is any good cos i feel like my writing's off today. anyways i still enjoyed writing this cos i've been craving some sanzu fluff too, ify i love that man sm too akshsdhaj anw, this is kinda self-indulgent— i'm sorry jskaglsdh 😭 u'll see, anyways i hope u enjoy!! feedbacks are always appreciated <3

It's three in the morning.

Your boyfriend expects that you're already tucked in on your comfortable sheets; in that soft mattress, that you’re already far off to dreamland but it was kind of a surprise to him that you’re still wide awake— no, scratch that.

Your eyes are hardly wide, they’re holding on as you take in all the information in the transes that your blockmates made. It shouldn’t be a surprise to Sanzu that you’re still awake, considering your program. He knows that there would be long nights with you like this.

He stared at you for a while and there’s a brief smile when he saw you wearing his shirt. There’s a loving look in his eyes as he examine you; your hair’s in all places, there’s heavy bags under your eyes, you look like you just finished breaking down cause he can see the dried up tears in your cheeks.

He sighed, it’s a good thing that he isn’t high tonight because he’ll take good care of you.

When you see yourself in the mirror, you’ll think that you probably look like shit but not to him, even though you look like what you are right now, you’re still the prettiest for him.

“Hey, angel.” he said softly, “You’re still awake.”

You pulled your head up, smiling to your boyfriend. “Hey, Haru. You’re home. I was waiting for you and you know, studying. How was your day?”

You know what amazes Sanzu? You’re tired yourself, he bet you’re studying for hours now but you still check on him. Sometimes he’s just wondering, how in the hell did he get someone as you to fall in love with him? He doesn’t even know. You’re a complete angel and him— he sure isn’t.

He pulled the chair beside you and sat there himself, “You know, nothing special. Just killing some guys. How about you, how’s your day?”

You snickered, putting the thick binder down. You moved to sit on your boyfriend’s lap in a sideways manner, you buried your face on his neck as you close your eyes. “I’m tired, Haru.”

Sanzu wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning his head on your temple, “Hm? Then let’s get you to bed, yeah?”

“But I need to study.”

“You don’t need to. I make lots of-“

You tutted him before he could even finish what he was saying, you rolled your eyes. He’s always suggesting this whenever he sees you like this, “Stop suggesting that, you know I don’t want to rely on you for everything. I need to have my own career. I don’t want to be just Bonten’s number two’s girlfriend- “

“Wife.” he corrected you. “You’re my wife.”

You bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling. Just the thought of marrying this man just makes your heart feel like it was about to explode. You don’t even know how you to ended up here, you, a graduating college student getting involved with someone like him.

You were always thankful for that one night that your friends dragged you out in a nightclub in Roppongi, if they didn't then you would have never met him. You would have never meet that high as fuck + wasted pink haired motherfucker who shamelessly flirted with you the moment you entered that club.

And now, you’re here— planning your future with him. Before, you were planning for yourself. It was always just for you but now, it never feels right without Sanzu. It’s really amazing how life plays out sometimes, one minute he’s just a stranger and the next he’s the love of your life.

“Not yet.” you said, fingers playing with his tie. “I need to graduate first then earn some money and then I’ll marry you, how’s that sound?”

“Sounds good. Now, let’s get you to bed.” you squealed a bit when he stood up, carrying you in his arms in bridal style. “But, take a bath with me first. You stink.”

“Uh—” you scoffed, you looked at him with disbelief. “Excuse me? Don’t you think that maybe it was you? Look at your suit, you still have dried up blood in it.”

“Eh. It’s you.” he said, leaning his face close to your hair to sniff it. “See? When was the last the time you washed your hair? You stink, baby.”

“Well, if I’m stinky then why are you with me? You hate stinky stuff.”

“You’re the only one I can tolerate.”

You rolled your eyes jokingly, he gave you his signature smile, the one that makes his eyes disappear and make your heart flutter inside your chest because of how cute and handsome he is at the same time. You just smiled as you lean your head on his shoulder while he carries you up to the bathroom. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“Huh?”

“You cried.”

“Ah.” you sighed, “You’re at work. I don’t want to be a bother. Plus, it’s not a big deal. It’s just a good old breakdown, you know.”

Sanzu just clicked his tongue as he puts you down once you reach the bathroom. You slipped into the shower first and he followed you once he removed his clothes. You turned around and wrapped your arms around his nape.

You smiled at him while you let the warm water fall onto your bodies. He leaned down on your face, his forehead resting onto yours while his arms snaked around your bare waist. He whispered, “You’re never a bother.”

“Hm. I know.”

“Okay, then. Next time call me.” he said, you chuckled. Sanzu combs your wet hair with his fingers and tucks some of it behind your ear.

“Alright, sir. I’ll call you next time.”

“Stop. Don’t call me that right now.”

“Oh. But why sir Haruchiyo-“ you shrieked when he smacked your ass and squeezed it a bit. “Okay, okay. I won’t.”

You laughed and leaned forward to give him a peck on the lips. After you bathe each other, and a very long session of him brushing your teeth because he insisted to— you know how that went, you two laughing and making stupid jokes that’s why it took so long.

You’re now laying on top of him, butt naked. The only thing that’s covering your bodies was the soft comforter. You both do this often, just lay on your bed naked, sometimes it’s because you’re too lazy to dress up but most of the time, you just want to feel each other.

You don’t know, moments like this with him always warms your heart. It’s just you two, enjoying each other’s company silently. You feel him and only him.

Sanzu was combing your hair with his fingers until you feel the familiar feeling taking over you, your eyes were getting heavier as time goes by.

“Getting sleepy, Haru.” you murmured.

“Sleep tight, angel.” he whispered, you smiled faintly until you drift off to a deep and comfortable slumber on top of your lover, “I love you.”

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[ladyofthelake]

The way Dean says ‘sinner’ to Sam when they’re talking about weed tho asdfghjk he is legitimately flirting and so in love DEAN PLS

#that is not how one behaves around their brother but don't change #weirdcest

[dantedeservedbetter]

Dante and Travis: The Show, is actually so sad asdfghjk

Someone pls give Dante his bf back, he’s clingy and crying about it to a pillow replica of Travis on a bed.

Or maybe that was just a way to advertise a message to everyone on Starlight back home, it’s okay man I would do it too :((

#aphmau #aphverse #minecraft #mystreet #minecraft diaries #minecraft rp #aphmau mystreet #dante #dante aphmau #mystreet travis #travis aphmau #travis valkrum #fruit salad #give him back #character headcanons #relationship headcanons

[heymrstargazer]

hi bestie you finally get to be subjected to my long request asks!! also pls tell me the doc names for all of these as well cause i can tell they're gonna be good, but other than that whatever you want to talk about!

Fine-Tuned Afflictions

aftg but it’s rapunzel

housekeeper andrew 

coroner neil

nanny/bodyguard au

andrew and neil on halloween 

water skiing au

anastasia au

asdfghjk thank you im gonna leave out a few but i appreciate all of them. doc titles will be in parentheses

coroner neil (neil wears suits because i said so)

to put it simply, drake is dead. it isnt about him, though, its about neil assessing drakes body and putting together a story through the wounds he has. eventually, in partnership with local police and a few loose-lipped fbi agents (cough cough matt and dan) he gets into contact with the suspected killer, andrew minyard. because of the wounds he finds hes hesitant to give out a final declaration of his assumed cause of death. after a few clandestine meetings with andrew and statements from people in andrew's life, neils ready to give out his final say. though, unsurprisingly, it isn't exactly the truth

nanny/bodyguard au (what the hell is christmas spirit)

allison and renee have two kids that they love dearly but dont have time to be with them every day. renee does lots of charity work and is often in other countries and states speaking on behalf of different organizations, while allison is busy running a multi-million dollar fashion company. enter nanny andrew who watches the two while their moms are gone and takes them on plenty of adventures, whether it be to explore caves or go school supply shopping. after an attack at one of renees conferences, and a suspicious amount of attempted break-ins at allisons business' hq, they make the decision to have a body guard with the kids. welcome neil josten, who is not great with children nor the general populace as far as 'not being an asshole', but keeps enough distance for andrew not to care. which, unfortunately, doesn't last as long as andrew hoped for when he realizes that, somewhere between field trips and park playdates, he fell for neil and all his idiotic but well-meaning tendencies. and he fell hard.

water skiing au (bonk)

this very closely follows the actual events of aftg (neil joining the foxes, just on a ski team). i would like to point out how similar exy players and water skiers are because skiers will also walk up to medics, say 'im fine,' then turn away and pass out. matt and dan are the ultimate swivel team, aaron and andrew have a barefoot routine, and andrew and renee have a pretty cool doubles routine. usually they just put on shows for entertainment, but eventually when nationals come along their final competitors are the ravens (along with other teams like the trojans).

(spoilers ahead) Fine-Tuned Afflictions (here we go again)

now that the introductions are past, the fic shifts to focus on andrew and neil, but also their relationships with aaron. andrew and aaron are much closer than they are in canon and aaron and neil cant seem to get along no matter what. problem is, andrew also has a huge crush on neil and theres no way he can deal with their fighting at every turn. at the same time, hes also navigating the backwards and upside down maze of lies neil has constructed. unfortunately, to make that even harder, neil drifts in and out of truths and lies as he tries gluing together a crumbling promised deal with his uncle that fades every time he lets another detail of his reality slip.

#thank you!! #aftg fic #aftg #ask about my wips #jensen answers things

[jeonggukieandcream]

From the prompt list: 13 for Draccy boy pls 🥰

13. “I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

From this prompt list 

OMG GEN😭😭😭 you are the Captain of this ship and I love you so damn much for that and for so many other things asdfghjk I hope you like this, darling!!! Wouldn’t be writing for Dracula in the first place if it wasn’t for you encouraging the woobification he almost begs for; so thank you omg I love you!💜💙🌸

Word count: 690.

(He’s so cute in this GIF, I can’t omg he’s baby.🥺)

You turn, half asleep, towards the black mass which is just beyond your closed eyelids. Your body has fully sunk into the plush mattress. You are a dead weight, your inhibitions fully lowered now as from your threshold consciousness do you seek out what you most want in this moment, who you most crave as desperately as your lungs need oxygen. The duvet sinks to just below your shoulders and you shiver in the sudden temperature change. You think of pulling the duvet back up, but your limbs feel so heavy. No, you will stay still... perhaps Dracula will...  Smells your thoughts in your blood does he, for clawed hands drag the duvet back up your body and deft fingers literally tuck you in; possessive is your vampire over that which he holds most dear. 

You make a soft noise of contentment and you arch your body into Dracula’s larger form. His reaction to you deliberately seeking him out for comfort has always been and it will always be the same and you smile in fondness, the movement entirely done without thought as laughter rumbles in his chest. Intrigued, bemused is he always by the way you find comfort in the world’s most dangerous creature. He is terrifying to all but you, who treats him without a shred of contempt and so much love that he sometimes wonders why his heart aches when it hasn’t beaten for centuries. One is what they eat, he tells you often, and increasingly do you think that a vampire he may be, but so very human is he. The vibration of his laughter feels like a purring against the shell of your ear and you press your head into him harder. You want Dracula, you want for him to lull you back into sleep, and you lazily sling an arm around him, burrowing into his body.

“All right.” Dracula’s voice, husky with want, rumbles somewhere just above your head and you tilt upwards, thinking only of being kissed, of being loved. A hand rubs down your back in one fluid motion and plush lips are pressed to the centre of your forehead as once more does he smell your thoughts within your blood; a strong, steady beat of your heart which begins to slow as you are tugged deeper into sleep. You want to savour this moment for as long as you can, rare are the nights that Dracula puts aside his day to hold you for a few precious hours. Though you fall asleep with him beside you, underneath you, always do you wake alone. “You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” The words are spoken with nothing but fondness, curiosity and intrigue forever linking Dracula to you. In his five hundred years he’s never met someone quite like you; the perfect piece of fruit... his finest and only bride. Three at a time did he used to take, with the intention of reproducing, but with you has come the discovery of every rule having an exception. 

Another kiss is pressed to your forehead. His lips remain on your skin as he takes a moment to simply be with you, to inhale your scent, a strong flavour never shall he sample, tempting though the bouquet may be. “I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.” Words you doubt you are supposed to hear are spoken against your forehead, as if Dracula wants to speak to your soul directly, and the statement caresses your ears and sinks deep inside. It lays across the surface of your mind, heavy and foggy now with sleep coming for you; seconds do you have to make a note of this confession and you hope that you will remember this in the morning. You make a noise, you try to speak, you try to open your eyes, but it is as if they are glued shut. You are simply too tired, too far into the rest your body needs, and Dracula once more, for the third time in as many minutes, picks up on this. “Let your mind be quiet now, Y/N, sleep.”

And you do.

#daincrediblegg #bbc dracula #bbc dracula x reader #bbc dracula imagine #dracula #dracula imagine #dracula x reader #dracula 2020 #dracula 2020 imagine #dracula 2020 x reader #claes bang