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priestessame · 7 months

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Jing Yuan☆

♡ "A snowball's chance in hell" ♡

Warnings: This is a dark fic. Jing Yuan is a manipulative shit. Power dynamic, dub con, mind break, somno, drug use, gaslighting, degradation, skull fucking, penetrative sex, marking, dirty talk, cum play.

•°*”˜ AFAB female sub! reader

Minors you have no business here pls leave thankyou.

•°*”˜ Summary: The loufu general was a kind man. For the most part. (This man literally makes me so feral I'm sorry for everything that exists under the cut.

The general smiled at you differently.

When you mentioned that to your colleagues, they laughed so hard that one snorted out the energy drink from his nose. You felt your face burn with embarrassment as they doubled over, slapping their knees. Your first thought was that you wouldn't ever mention it to anyone else again. And your next thought was to tell yourself that you were indeed overthinking it.

It was stupid of you to think that way.

You were probably just projecting your own anxiety on his mannerisms. Thinking there was something wrong with his smile was probably because you were nervous to begin with. Right? Why would someone like the general even notice you out of all the new recruits?

Well, he hadn't even seen you before you had actually bumped into him in the hallway, the impact making you fall back on your behind, that he actually saw you.

"s-sorry general." you had stuttered out, half mortified and half starstruck at the sudden encounter. For you, it was a situation out of some romance novel. Wasn't this the moment that the clumsy heroine bumped into the male lead sending papers scattering across the floor. The first time he actually notices her is the moment that sparks the tumultuous romance. An overdone trope but its prospect still made you feel butterflies.

"Are you alright?" he chuckled,

In your head, you had expected to see him the way you had seen him walk along the harbor, with a polite gait and a kind smile tracing his lips. His low chuckles ringing in the late afternoon sun as he allowed himself a glass of wine or more. Everyone there worshipped him, in a place like that how could you see that man as anything less than glorious? You had looked up hoping to see the same image. But that's when he gave you that smile.

Gaunt across his handsome face, it was exactly like the one he gave others, yet there was something morbidly wrong with it. It had given you chills you had never felt like someone had dragged an ice-cold dagger along your back.

"You should be more careful, cadet." He hummed, the skin around his eyes wrinkling as he gave you a departing nod.

The general did smile at you differently.

Most of the time you couldn't tell what it was exactly, but it was like he was masking something sinister underneath. It made you tip-toe around him since then, forever looking over your shoulder waiting for that darkness to actually catch up to you.

Until then, Jing Yuan never thought of himself to be that kind of a man. Someone sick who took a masochistic pleasure in knowing how much power he held over you. In the beginning, he tried feeling guilty about it, for even letting his sick thoughts about you plague him for that long. Yet the way his cock had twitched when you looked up at him, begged to differ.

The way your doe eyes were full of guilt, just for bumping into him. In that moment he had realized the unsurmountable pedestal you had placed him on. You just made it more and more difficult for him to resist the urge.

As the general, it wasn't hard to make sure you weren't sent out on patrol often. It was even easier to get you to agree with what your beloved general was saying. Of course, you would abide by his orders.

In the beginning, he tried to be more restrained. Choosing and picking when and where he could get to you. His little work trip had provided him the perfect opportunity.

You had been so vigilant the entire time. Running around to cater to every need of his dutifully. Not once interjecting his work. Such devotion truly deserved his attention.

It had made it all the more easy to slip you something. With all the trust you had in him, you would have downed it with a single command. But he fed it to you with expensive food and wine, after all he didn't want to scare you away.

As selfish as he wanted to be, he didn't really fuck you. Jing Yuan wanted you to be awake for that, watch your eyes widen as he stretched you out for the first time. To hear your sweet whimpers, bottled them up and down it like old wine.

But still, the scene before him had been nothing short of divine. The flushed face and the fluttering eyes, even when you were drugged out of your mind you still worshipped him. How could he not find devotion like that endearing?

He had taken his time to peel the layers off of you. Teeth grazing your skin, careful not to leave any marks. You really were his perfect doll, letting him rub his sensitive cock over your folds. He had fucked your thighs, eyes pinned on your pretty cunt as he spilled out on your stomach. He knew there and then that the next time had to be inside you.

When you actually did wake up, you were just apologetic. Embarrassed that you had fallen asleep on your general when you were supposed to be on duty. He was mostly amused at how quickly you pushed away the question he asked you about last night. It was fun to see your eyebrows knit as you tried to remember the faint details. The slightly confused glaze in your eyes as you realized how unnatural your memory loss was.

Jing Yuan had just smiled at you kindly, "You were just tired from working so hard." he said. And it had all just worked that perfectly.

But with the work at the Xianzhou increasing, his very precious trips had to be cut down. And now, he had noticed another problem.

The general of the Loufu knights leaned heavily against the window, his eyes following your frame skipping across the street to deliver the daily report. And just like every day, that asshole stopped you again. His anger flared at how badly he wanted to mangle up that stupid knight. The boy followed you like a shadow the moment you stepped outside the confines of the office, his slender eyes perched on your smallest gestures. Jing yuan couldn't tell what was more pathetic, how placidly obvious that man's crush on you was or how oblivious you were to it.

It was forever the same routine, he would watch you cross the street, and then get stopped by that idiot. The knight would scratch the back of his neck awkwardly, fighting to keep the blush off his face as he spoke to you.

Jing Yuan's eyes would be pinned on that reaction, watching it like a hawk from the window of his office. His chest rising and falling in silent anger as he wondered what lethargic conversation he was striking with you. You were too polite to brush off his advances, always so patient with even the most undeserving.

Jing Yuan spun away from his window, it was getting too much now, he had to claim you, split you open on his cock until you couldn't think of anyone but him. His cock throbbed at the thought of you pinned under him, babbling out sweet words of gratitude as he pounded into you. He knew you'd love it, he'd make sure of that. And if couldn't whisk you away, he'd just have to do it right here.

The first opportunity presented itself at once. It was surprising how he didn't even have to initiate anything.

You looked mortified at your actions, wide eyes so apologetic as they gauged the cracked vial of perfume on his desk. The perfume doused the general's clothes, the way it had splintered on the table, making the liquid run down the edge staining his trousers.

"Didn't I tell you to be vigilant about this?" He sighed, over your teary apologies.

You hung your head, knowing that it was probably something rare and important that you had broken.

The ends of Jing Yuan's lips quirked in a smile,

"Why don't you start by cleaning up the mess you made?"

He said, slipping his shirt off his shoulders. You looked up confused, the general stood before you impatiently, waiting for you to act on what he had commanded. You faltered shifting on your feet, trying to understand what he was actually asking of you. Your eyes trailed down his bare torso, making you press your thighs together. Did he really want you to undress him?

You shook your head, scrambling forward regardless to do as you were told.

Your mouth went dry, fingers trembling as you unbuttoned his trousers, dropping down on your knees to settle between his legs. His hard bulge painfully noticeable, making a print against his pants.

Jing yuan clicked his tongue. He cupped your face, pulling you against him until you could feel the heat radiating off his body. His eyes pinned on your kneeling form, his thumb tracing your puffy lips playfully. There was something blistering about his gaze, almost wicked with the way his eyes sized you up.

"Use your mouth." he commanded.

This time you faltered. Your heart raced in your chest. His words making you squeeze your thighs together.

Jing yuan tilted his head at your words, "Are you refusing to follow my orders knight?"

You could tell this was crossing a line. Something amoral and wrong, a dangerous line he always teased of crossing but never really did. It made your legs go weak.

"General, that's-" you tried, tears prickling at your eyes. You stopped mid sentence, you wanted to pleasure him so badly, to serve your general in every way you could. With everything he had done for you, how could you not?

"n-no general." you mimed back.

Jing Yuan gave you the same smile again, and it finally clicked in your head like puzzle pieces falling together. You had been too gullible about this hadn't you?

Your fingers pulled his cock out from the restraints of the trousers,

You gave the tip a nervous lick, curling your fingers around the thick base. He looked painfully hard, the pinkish tip already oozing precum. You felt an aching warmth pool between your legs, heat rushed to your cheeks as you realised just how much this fucked up situation was getting you off. He gave out a low groan as you rolled your tongue over the head, fingers sliding down to dig into your hair. The sound made your toes curl.

You continued to run your tongue along his length dutifully, suddenly wanting to feel more of him in your mouth. He hissed as you slipped the sensitive head inside your mouth, wrapping your lips around girth and sucking softly, cheeks hallowing as your warm tongue slipped over the slit.

To actually look down at you being so pliant, trying to fit his cock into your mouth hoping to catch just a few words of praise.

The budding tears made your eyelashes stick to your cheek, "Am I doing it right general?" you moaned out, looking up at him as his cock slipped out of your mouth, coated in your saliva.

Jing yuan smiled at you, blood rushing to his cock at the soft tone of your voice. His fingers slid into your hair as a sense of triumph washed over him.

"You're doing so well." Jing yuan replied, his voice gruffier than usual. His grip on your tightened as he slid his cock back into your mouth deeper. You gagged at his sudden action, jerking forward. Your fingers dug into his thighs as he forced you to take his entire length into your mouth. His smell crept over you, flooding through your senses washing over you as you felt his cock hit the back of your throat. He threw his head back as he moaned, his thrusts getting sloppy as he neared his high. The groans bouncing off the walls of his office. You could feel your mind blank out as he rocked you to and fro. Now this was really filthy wasn't it? Allowing him to use your mouth to get off like that. But it was quiet the sight for you too, to look up at the general and see his head thrown back and his half-clad chest heaving. You felt your pussy squeeze at the sight. The unyielding lion so easily coming undone.

You felt his cock twitch in your mouth and he pulled out suddenly, groaning as he came over your clothed chest. Thick roped of cum spilled over your blouse, he leaned down to kiss up your tears, wiping away the dribbling juices with the palm of his hand.

"My," He mused, eyeing your soiled top, "we're gonna have to get rid of that now."

His touch was gentle, as his fingers pulled on the straps of your Armor. It fell apart atonce. The thin fabric doing nothing to hide your hardened nipples. he could practically smell the arousal and the sweat lining the inside of your uniform.

He bit your ear lightly and you squealed, jerking upwards. Your general held you in place, tone arm wrapped around your middle to firmly plant you where you were. Just the way his fingers brushed against your bare skin, made you hold your breath. Your heart hammered in your chest, the smallest of his touch sending heat pooling between your legs.

The nervousness of the situation making you dizzy. "G-general please." you whimpered out, his teasing touches getting a little too much for you. Every part of your body was so sensitive right now, you could feel the warmth of his body as he pressed into your back, the soft bump of his nose as he traced the line of your neck. Even his sweet breath against your ears as he grazed his teeth over your skin playfully. Everything was blistering hot, it was sending your mind spiralling and he hadn't even really touched you yet.

You couldn't tell if you were begging him to let you go or actually touch you more.

A moan escaped your lips as his calloused hands dug into your clothed breasts, his touch was still gentle, Jing yuan sighed, his nose burying in the crook of your neck.

"You do trust your general don't you?" He drawled out, curling his finger over the hem of your shirt, before sliding it up. You yelped as your perky breasts slipped out eagerly.

Jing yuan was nothing short of gleeful to see your breasts, spilling out of your flimsy top. He liked how they fit in his palms, skin around your nipples hardening under his touch.

"Spread your legs wider." he commanded. Your body jumped out of instinct, instantly embarrassed as he chuckled at your reaction.

"I thought I had someone innocent under my command." He hummed out, trailing his fingers down to your clothed pussy.

His fingers traced the wet spot, the ghost of that touch making you squirm under him.

"I didn't know you were such a filthy slut to begin with." You felt yourself tighten around his fingers. Somehow this touch still felt sinful, you felt like you were being toyed with. Held down between his legs as the general's fingers played with your cunt. Being spread out like that in his lap, facing the door, the slightest movement outside his closed door made you jump. He hooked his thumb around the band of your panties, slipping them off. The cold air kissed your folds, sending thrills of anticipation to you core.

"General- w-we shouldn't." you tried again, your words stuck in your throat as his fingers brushed against your bare clit, dragging out deliciously slow circles.

"What's wrong? You don't like it?" he drawled out, his thumb rolled over your clit as you pressed down a moan "You see how nice and swollen this is doll?"

"that means you like it." he said,

His words made your core flutter around his digits. "N-no that's not-" you sobbed out.

He chuckled as you squirmed from the pleasure, "You're sopping wet for your general," he continued, his fingers slipping from the slick that coated your folds. "Are you really this excited to feel your general's fingers inside you?"

Jing Yuan was having too much fun, letting himself get carried away. He couldn't help it he found everything about you pretty, the sloppy folds, dripping from how he touched you before. The swollen clit, just begging for his attention and your little whimpers as he while he whispered nasty things to you. He really was a sick man, he admitted, playing with his subordinate's sweet cunt and liking it so much.

It wasn't soon before you felt the pleasure coil in your stomach, this slow torturous drags of his fingers, pulling your first orgasm out of you.

Jing Yuan groaned as you tightened around his fingers, spasming as your orgasm washed over you. Tears of humiliation pricked your eyes as the high finally wore off, Jing Yuan cupped your face, slick covered fingers digging into your cheek as he kissed up your tears.

You were so sweet under him, just as he has imagined you would be. At this point he had basically pinned you down and had his way with your body. And still you looked up at him pliant and teary eyed, as if you were still begging for her beloved general's approval.

You felt his teeth graze your neck, as the realisation of what had actually happened crashed into you. Your body throbbed with desire, wanting to taste and feel more of him.

"Good job" he murmured against your neck, the intensity of the whole situation making you tremble against him. He wasn't quite done with you yet, but you knew that like a cat only playing with its mouse, he'll just let you go today.

Make you squirm away from him in the lobbies and have you buckle under his gaze until he's had a fill of the fear. And keep you wondering when he would pounce next.

"Please, have a seat." he said, gesturing for you to sit before him.

You gulped as he placed the drink before you, the greenish liquid sitting in the sake cup suspiciously. Jing yuan's amber eyes pinned on your frame, waiting.

"It's just rice wine." he hummed out.

Liar.

It was his patience with things like this that truly chilled you. His awareness of how you didn't really have any other choice but to do as he said. But he just liked to play it as if he was being a gentleman and giving you agency. While the truth was that you could show hesitation, reluctance even, but it didn't matter.

Your fingers dug into your skirts nervously as you did sit down. For wine, the drink smelly sickly sweet. Its faint scent wafting through the room, it already made your head hurt. His eyes crinkled in approval at your action, "I'm sure you'll find the drink agreeable." He said.

Your core throbbed painfully as you watched him coil his slender fingers around the bottle to pour himself another drink. Well, at least he was drinking it himself too.

Reluctantly, you brought it to your lips, taking a nervous sip of the liquid. It was watery, somewhat sweet yet tardy. You missed his smile as you drained your glass, it wasn't bad at all. It almost felt like you had tasted it before.

The taste was familiar.

It was the same taste you had woken up with curling in your mouth every time you went on the travels with him. It was what had made you wake up dazed and confused.

Your stomach dropped as the room spun around you. The pillows felt so soft, sinking like clouds under your weight as the general pushed himself over you.

He pinned you under him as he brushed off the strands of wry hair from your face, whispering sweet things against your skin, as a strange haze made your head feel heavy.

His thumb ran along your puffy lip, pressing his mouth over yours. His tongue felt hot and warm against yours, the sweet-liquid rolling down your chin. The kiss started innocently, only to become messy and hungry, growing more and more needy by the minute. You tried to keep up feverishly, the softest of his touches seemed to sear into your skin, sending your core throbbing. You mewled out under him, a strange haze covering your mind.

You had expected it to be intoxicating, but you hadn't expect it to be an actual aphrodisiac. Your body would already get sensitive under his touch, but this made you feel like your skin was on fire. His kisses trailed down your jaw, fingers sliding under your shirt to feel more of your skin. It wasn't enough. His calloused had reaching down to wipe your chin,

"More~" You pleaded out, begging him to touch and feel you more. Your mind continued to grow foggier,

He cupped your face pulling it forward to kiss your face again, you murmured against his lips as he pulled away, "If I knew you'd be this willing, I would have had you awake the first time."

Jing Yuan tipped the bottle over you, letting the drink pour down your chest. You squirmed as it felt cool against your burning skin. His tongue dragged up along your skin to taste you, pulling at your sensitive skin, fingers reaching up to knead into the softness of your breasts.

Jing yuan chuckled, "Did you wait for this so much doll?" He cooed out, watching as you arched your back rubbing your clothed core against his bulge.

He pressed you forward forcing you to present to him and the drug made you stumble face first into the pillows. "How awful of me." he feigned, lifting up one leg until he pressed your knee into your shoulder. You buried your face in your fingers from the embarrassment. The position just completely exposed you to him.

"General, please." you mewled out,

You yelped as he kissed up your cunt lightly, trying to not get carried away. All he wanted to do was flatten his tongue against your folds and eat you out until you were crying. But his cock was painfully hard in his trousers, and he finally had you where he wanted, it would be too cruel not getting to fuck you.

"Do you really want your general to ruin you like this?" His eyes narrowed, voice tinged with a hostility that was nothing like him. Your breath hollowed as you replied, "Y-yes."

"Beg."

Your legs kicked out impatiently, the need to feel him inside you now starting to hurt, "Please fill me up" you begged him, "Make me your slut General, please- please." you babbled out.

The tip bumped into your entrance and you yelped out his name, he slid his cock up against your folds, digging into your throbbing clit before sliding down towards your entrance again.

His cock collecting your slick as he continued to tease you still. "Such a pretty cunt," He murmured,

His cock fit in you snugly, stretching you out. You moaned out, fingers digging into the pillows as he forced his length inside.

Your mind couldn't comprehend anything other than how good it felt. The slow drag of his cock against your walls, the aphrodisiac heightening your pleasure. In the end he was generous with sex too. He fucked you rough and hard as it went on, pulling you on all fours before him.

His fingers dug into your hair, yanking you back so that you slammed back into him, his cock burying hilt deep with each thrust. You could feel him twitch inside you, moulding you to his shape. You tightened around his girth as he continued to whisper sinful things. Expressing how many times he had decided to take you in your sleep, wanting for you to wake up only to find him buried into you. The pleasure continued to stack up as he continued to fuck you, his own breath hitching as he neared his high.

He jerked you back into him, his voice heavy, "Should I just knock you up doll?" he growled out, "fill you up, so everyone knows you're my cum slut?"

Your heart skipped a beat, the weight of the situation suddenly hitting you, "No- wait general-" you pleaded, but his grip around your waist just tightened. Holding you in place as his hot cum painted your walls.

Your slick mixed with the general's cum dribbled down from your cunt, the burning now a faint throb. You squeezed your thighs together, despite the soreness between your legs you still felt your pussy throb with a needy ache.

His fingers dug into the meat of your ass, pulling you back towards him until his cock pressed into your entrance. He groaned as he bottomed into you again, burying his face in your hair. His pace turned slower, thrusts getting deeper as he fucked his cum back into you, forming a ring around his girth. You couldn't help but curl your toes as his length dragged against your tight walls again, wanting to fill you up once more.

Your legs trembled as you sank into the pillows, giving yourself to him entirely, maybe, if you're nice enough your general would even fuck you to sleep.

What is with me and writing about crazed sex with powerful manipulative men???

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This was supposed to be first of the kinktober series and it ended up being all i could milk out :/

#afab reader #jing yuan #honkai star rail #jingyuan x reader #jingyuan smut #tw cnc mention #tw dubcon

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 4 months

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Today's medical announcements

I wasn't planning to say anything but since I'm getting anons about it, here are some thoughts.

1. I don't think Charles and the BP announcement was an attempt to take attention from the Waleses or the severity of Kate's condition, or was an attempt to show how much healthier Charles is by comparison. I think BP was hoping that KP's announcement would let them sweep Charles's health update under the radar, but they bungled the timing.

2. It is verrrry interesting we got a Harry papwalk right before the news dropped and it's verrrry interesting it was a "fitness" pap walk (i.e. the pictures looked like he was out on a jog).

3. People like to think Eugenie is Harry's source for everything and she's telling him every tiny little thing that's happening. If that's true, there isn't a snowball's chance in hell that KP or William hasn't found out by now. This is a man who used to tell his friends different stories about the same thing to see who'd talk to the press. He isn't turning a blind eye to his cousin. If Eugenie is leaking to Harry, William knows and he's put her on an information diet.

4. The "Kate wishes her personal health remain a private matter" statement is an interesting disclaimer to make in the press release. I have a feeling it's connected to what happened when she was hospitalized in her first pregnancy (the radio show calling the hospital and conning that poor nurse into divulging information). This is KP warning everyone not to even try.

5. It is concerning that half of the senior royals (Charles, Camilla, William, Kate, Anne, and Edward) are out for medical reasons but I don't think it's as alarming as people are making it out to be. William not making public appearances during Kate's recovery doesn't mean he's not working at all. There's plenty of work he can do at home while Kate is napping and the children are at school - there's correspondence to do, reports to read, calls to make. And besides: Anne and Edward are more than competent to stand in for Charles and William in the coming days.

6. But for the love of God, BP should not absolutely even dare to think about calling up Andrew or Harry. They should use Tim, Sophie, and Beatrice instead.

#ask #brf #rumors

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multifandombitxh · 10 months

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Bed Time Stories

Pairing: Ghost x Fem!Reader (Ghost's POV, no use of y/n)

Genre: Angst, fluff, enemies to lovers kinda

Warnings: Adult language, a really bad romance novel excerpt that I made up on the spot

A/N: I'm back for like five minutes don't get used to it 🤙 PS would love to write something for a male reader if that's something anyone wants, just sayin'

Ghost had no idea how long this had been going on without his knowledge. In a way, he was a little upset that no one told him about this, especially when Soap knows how he feels about the new recruit. He was completely drawn to her from day one, the moment she stepped foot on base looking like pure sunshine in dirty combat boots. He didn't even know her name before he knew he wanted her- her mind, her heart, her soul... Her body as well, but that was a different issue.

Ghost kept his sweet distance. He knew that the moment he let himself revel in her kindness, it would only make things worse. It was beyond frustrating; he hadn't felt like this toward anyone in- well, ever. He was used to finding people attractive every now and then, sure, but this? This was a whole new ball game for him- and he doesn't even know how to play the game.

He wanted to bring her flowers, watch sunsets with her, ask for her favorite color, her favorite food, favorite movies and books, to know everything she found beautiful or worthwhile in this world. His thoughts were worse at night when he was trying to sleep. What did she look like in the mornings? Does she drink coffee, or tea? How lovely would it be to wake every day with her head on his chest?

He wanted to hold her god damn hand for Christ's sake. What was she turning him into?

Regardless of his softness toward her, Ghost did everything in his power to stay the fuck away. He was mean to her. He was snippy when he didn't have to be, putting her in her place when he felt it necessary. The others would hound him about it; "Go easy on her, Lieutenant." "Why would you say that?" "Maybe you should ease up a bit." But no. Not a snowball's chance in hell would he "ease up" or "lay off".

If he did, he'd melt just at the sight of her smile.

As if he wasn't already doing just that.

Soap noticed it first, the way his Lieutenant's gaze softened as soon as it fell on her, how his shoulders relaxed and his fists unclenched. She was walking stress relief, her smile so perfect and crooked and full. Her warm, inviting eyes shimmered and lit up any time she looked Ghost's way. God forbid he make eye contact with her, it made him weak in the knees. As soon as Soap caught onto this, he tortured Ghost with it day in and day out.

Now, as he stands in the hallway outside of the barracks, his arms crossed and his jaw tight, he listens as she speaks in soft, pronounced sentences, reading from a sappy, cheesy romance novel. Soap was the first to ask her about it- of course he was, he's always looking for ammo to tease the rest of the team with- but she wasn't even slightly embarrassed to tell him she loved romantic literature. Soap asked her to read a few pages to him, thinking it would be hilarious, and so she obliged. Now, a week and some change later, Soap and Gaz sat around with her late into the evening, listening to her read the latest chapter in her silly little book to pass the time.

Ghost's heart ached in his chest as he listened to her, smiling as she occasionally stumbled over her words, lost her place, or changed her tone of voice when speaking for different characters. The sound of her soft laughter nearly brought him to tears when she got to the juicer parts of the story, describing the intimate lives of these fictional people in great detail. Soap and Gaz would laugh along with her, but never once teased her or made fun of her for enjoying herself. It made Ghost feel warm. It made him feel full in his chest.

Soon, he began to focus a little more on the actual story rather than how beautiful the words sounded coming from her lips.

"Meredith watched as the love of her life crossed the small yard, plucking dandelions from the tall grasses and placing them in his woven wicker basket. Her heart was about to burst straight out of her chest and onto the cold, wooden floor, watching him so delicately picking the flowers and setting them aside. His amber hair almost glowed under the golden afternoon sun- he looked angelic in this light. She sighed through her freckled nose, knowing she had found the truest, purest form of love, and never wanted to let it slip from her grasp."

Ghost listened intently as you read that paragraph, snorting to himself. Looks like he and Meredith had something in common.

"How many chapters was that?" Soap asks as she closes the book, placing a bookmark between the pages.

"Only four left," She says with a smile, "Almost to the end."

Ghost feels rotten on the inside as she says that, knowing he'd missed so much of this special little gathering made him feel deep regret for pushing her away. As if driven by this deep sense of remorse, he steps out from the hall, moving into the open doorway and leaning against the frame, his arms remaining crossed. He tries to look angry, intimidating- his usual. Soap and Gaz look up at him, a bit surprised to see him.

"Lt, how long you been there?" Soap asks, standing from his seat and dusting himself off.

"Not long," Ghost lies, shrugging slightly. He looks between Soap and Gaz, not daring to look her way just yet. "You two mind giving us a moment?"

Soap smirks and nods, exchanging knowing looks with Gaz. The two of them thank her for another evening of book club, their soft and sweet voices making Ghost roll his eyes and nearly gag. He watches as they leave, taking their sweet time and discussing the latest chapters. Ghost finally turns to her, doing his damnedest to keep his gaze hard. She can't know, she can't.

"Did you need something, sir?" She asks, her voice much more meek than when she spoke with the others. He takes note of this, wondering to himself if he's made her uncomfortable. She stands from the bunk she was lounging on, placing the book on top of the covers as she straightens out. Ghost forces himself to keep his eyes trained on her face, lest they wander.

"I do, actually," He replies, taking a step toward her. It doesn't take much- his stride is quite large considering his size- for him to stand before her, nearly towering over her like a skyscraper. She looks up at him expectantly, her hands behind her back as she maintains a neutral expression. He misses her smile already.

"You-" He starts, shifting his weight as he tries to find his words. "I think- listen. This... You can't... Do this. Anymore. Whatever it is, it stops here."

Her face drops from neutral to hurt, her brows drawing together as her eyes fill with confusion. "What?" She asks, shaking her head. "I... Can't read? Are you serious?"

Dammit. He did it again. Without even meaning to, he put another invisible wedge between them, when all he really wanted to do was pull her closer. His chest begins to ache, anxiety setting in as he realizes what he's done. But he can't seem to stop himself.

"You can read, Sergeant, just... Not to the others. They have duties," Ghost explains, sounding unsure of himself. She seems to catch on, because soon her face changes from hurt to anger. "I can't have you distracting my men like this."

"You're joking," She scoffs, shaking her head and folding her own arms over her chest. Ghost physically fights the urge to look down. "You can't be serious, Ghost."

"That's Lieutenant to you," He all but snaps, taking another intimidating step forward. Why was he doing this? Why was he like this? His mind races as he tries to stop himself, to put an end to this charade and tell her the truth, to show her even an ounce of kindness. Why was that so hard for him? "Mind yourself if you want to keep your place on this team."

A few seconds pass as there's a pause in the discussion, and she lowers her gaze, nodding a few times. "It won't happen again, Lieutenant," She manages, keeping her eyes to the floor. The tone of her voice sounds like she was just slapped in the face.

Fuck. He's really done it now.

How can he fix this?

"Good," Ghost says quickly, giving her a single nod before he turns his back to her and begins walking away. Every fiber of his being is fighting himself, his heart begging him to turn around and apologize, take her in his arms and make her feel the love he feels for her. Before he reaches the threshold of the doorway, he hears her small voice again, her words striking his heart like a frozen spear.

"What did I do to make you hate me so much..?"

He can't do this. Not anymore.

Not to her.

"Dammit..." Ghost whispers, closing his eyes as he stops in his tracks. He turns on his heel, his heart hammering in his chest so hard it hurts. "I don't... Hate you, Sergeant."

He watches her for a moment, noticing her defeated stance and the way she refuses to look his way, not that he blames her. It kills him inside to know that he caused this- that she's hurting because of his actions. All because he's afraid of letting her in. At this rate, he'll have to physically build a brick wall to keep himself away from her. He was done for.

"I don't understand," She whispers. Her voice wavers, sounding as though she's holding back tears. That nearly rips his heart out of his chest. "I have tried so hard to do my best and do what's right for the team. Everyone seems to have faith in me, except for you. I don't understand what I did wrong, Lieutenant, I don't-"

Without a second thought, he crosses the room to her, taking swift strides as he comes to stand in front of her again. Before she can even blink he holds her face in both of his hands, his palms covering her cheeks and his fingers resting on her jaw. Her eyes go wide, and he's pretty sure he hears her breath catch in her throat.

"I... Am so stupidly in love with you," He confesses in a voice barely above a whisper, the feeling of her soft skin against his calloused hands sending a shiver up his spine. He locks eyes with her, making sure to silently convey with them that he's telling the truth. "I want you... In every sense of the phrase. I want you in the worst way, and I can't... I can't have you."

As she stares up at him with a puzzled expression, his heart rate increases ten fold, the closeness of their bodies suddenly overwhelming his senses. He can smell her, her lovely scent on her clothes and skin. It's intoxicating. He wishes he could bottle it and keep it for himself on lonely nights.

"Ghost-"

"You are the embodiment of everything good in this world, and I... I- I would dirty you if I put my hands on you," He carries on, his thumb stroking her cheekbone so delicately it's almost ghosting over the flesh. His voice breaks as he speaks, as if he's about to lose his composure any moment. "I am trying to keep myself away from you, don't you understand? Everything about you is like a drug I'm hopelessly addicted to and haven't even tried. And I'll never be sorry enough for hurting you, but I'd be hurting you more if I let myself feel this way about you."

As he lays it all out for her, pouring his heart out in phrases that even he didn't think he could formulate, her eyes soften and begin to fill with tears. They glisten beautifully under the dim lights, glossy and lovely and inviting. His breathing becomes uneven at the sight of her, feeling himself fall harder and harder the longer he looks into them. When she leans into his touch and closes her eyes, he almost gasps, completely taken aback by the gesture.

"Maybe I'm not as clean as you think I am," She whispers, each word hitting him hard in the gut. As he tries to process what she means, her hands slip beneath the bottom of his balaclava, slowly but surely sliding it up until his mouth comes into view.

He doesn't even think about trying to stop her when she leans in and presses her perfect lips to his.

The kiss lasts for what feels like milliseconds, leaving him wanting more. So much more. As soon as her lips depart from his, he's wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and pulling her back in, his mouth crashing down on hers once again. The softest sighs escapes into the kiss, though neither of them are sure who started it. Heat builds almost immediately and suddenly Ghost has her in his arms, lifting her into the air with his hands on the backs of her thighs. He pushes her hard against the closest wall, drawing a shocked breath out of her.

Ghost's mind is gone, lost somewhere deep in the corners of his skull while his heart takes control, relishing in the soft sensation of her mouth against his. All bets are off now, and he doesn't care anymore. He wants her. He needs her. Like air, like water, like shelter. She is keeping him alive.

But she's killing him at the same time.

When they finally pull apart from one another, they breathe hard, the air between them hot and heavy. One of her hands holds up his balaclava while the other wraps around his broad shoulders, using them for some leverage as he holds her in the air against the cold wall.

"I'm sorry," She mumbles against his lips, closing her eyes. "I probably shouldn't have done that."

"Probably not," Ghost agrees with a grin, biting down on his lower lip briefly as he takes in the sight of her like this. Breathless, vulnerable. Beautiful. "But I'd expect nothing less from someone who reads those stupid novels."

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billyharringson · 5 months

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I guess it's probably a good thing that I react to a new fic post not getting traction by instantly writing something else.

Anyway have a little Mungrove thing that popped into my head.

Eddie had a habit of saying his thoughts out loud. Normally this wasn't an issue, especially if he was by himself. And when he was with others the things he said could often be explained away as a tangent, it was rare that he ever said anything completely out of the blue.

That all changed with Billy though. One of the side effects of his enormous crush on the other boy had been the lowering of his social barriers. Which led to his current predicament.

He'd zoned out of the conversation a few moments ago, because as much as he liked Billy he just couldn't bring himself to care about basketball. So he simply let Billy talk, smiling at how animated and energetic he got when he was really into something. His mind wandered to where it so often did when he thought about Billy.

To what he wanted to do with him.

It always started off innocent. He wanted to kiss Billy, wanted to hold him, make him laugh and keep him safe.

But Eddie had been becoming increasingly pent up recently. Ever since realising just how deep his feelings for the other boy went he'd rebuffed any advances from other people. It had been at least two months since he'd last slept with someone and the increasing frequency with which he woke up to cum soaked boxers was telling him that he needed to do something soon.

It was just that he wanted the next person he slept with to be Billy.

It felt wrong to try and get with anyone else. Almost like cheating.

Which he knew was ridiculous. It wasn't like he had a snowballs chance in hell with Billy, so he should just get over himself and deal with his libido in an actually satisfying way. It wasn't like he was lacking attention. Since Corroded Coffin had started to become more well known hed been propositioned more times than he could count.

But he didn't want any of them.

He wanted Billy.

He wanted Billy in a very specific and intense way.

"God I just want to tie you up and make you cry." He said, resting his chin on his hand as Billy gesticulated about something.

It wasn't until Billy froze, turning to him in what seemed to be slow motion that Eddie realised he'd spoken out loud.

"What?"

#billy hargrove #stranger things #fanfic #eddie munson #mungrove

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film-in-my-soul · 8 months

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okay trying again !

icemav and only one bed < 3

Sorry this took a million years!

.⋆｡°✩ Ice and Maverick decide to share a room at a mutual friend's wedding. What could go wrong? ✩°｡⋆.

"No."

"C'mon Ice, it's not that bad."

Ice quirks his brow, mouth pulled in a low, tight frown. He looks between Maverick, hip cocked and spine pressed easily against the line of the doorframe and the single bed right in the middle of the room. He doesn't bother to gift Maverick with a response, instead choosing to scoff hard and budge past the other man, back to the front desk where they'd checked in for what was supposed to be a single room with decidedly two beds.

He doesn't know if Maverick doesn't follow because he's being an ass or because, somehow, he already knows that Ice won't have any luck getting the issue sorted out.

Even with his most charming smile (pinched at the edges as it is) and prepared with a printed-out copy of his emailed reservation confirmation, there's nothing the concierge can do. She looks apologetic, at least, and processes him a partial refund, but Ice is forced back to his and Maverick's room with his metaphorical tail between his legs and a headache brewing behind his eyes.

If one of their mutual friends decides to get married again, Ice is going to decline. It's late into the night, their flight had been hell, and he's tired. He's going to fake the plague if someone has the gall to send him an invite for anything ever again.

When he stomps back into the room, he comes up short as the door clicks closed behind him. Maverick is in the process of pulling two of the four pills off the bed, the too-small, decorative quilt blanket previously on the foot of the mattress over his shoulder.

They stare at one another, blinking, silent, until Ice sighs heavily, some of the frustration melting off of him at the image Maverick makes.

"What the hell are you doing, Mav?"

"Uh," Maverick looks between Ice and the bathroom, once, then twice, before shrugging. "Was gonna sleep in the tub since I figured there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell they had an extra room to spare."

There's another moment where neither of them moves, and then Ice is helpless to do anything but heave another sigh, stepping into the room proper and grabbing the pillows from Maverick's slightly slack fingers.

"Ice-"

Ice throws them back onto the bed and whips the blanket off Maverick's shoulder for good measure.

"C'mon man-"

"No." The second time he's said it, now for entirely different reasons. "Short as you might be, you're gonna fuck up your back in that tub, and then you're gonna make it my problem. You keep your icicle feet to yourself and drool on your own pillows. Anything other than that, we'll manage."

Another staring match ensues, Ice affecting a look of total apathy and Maverick, by the set of his jaw, waiting for Ice to crack. It doesn't happen, and when a minute passes, Maverick's shoulders drop in obvious defeat.

"Just don't hog the covers." He mutters, shaking his head as he goes to where he dumped his duffle.

Ice takes his, still on his shoulder, into the bathroom.

"And fuck you, I'm not that short!"

He waits until the bathroom door is closed before smothering the exhausted laughter Maverick's managed to pull from him.

.⋆｡°✩⋆✩°｡⋆.

The process of falling asleep is actually easier than Ice had thought it would be. The ever-present heat of another body next to his, Maverick's body next to his, had shot his pulse up high into his throat, but even then, the mix of post-commercial flight fatigue and the knowledge of an early start had had Ice's eyelids drooping too quickly for any flustered anxiousness to take hold.

Of course, when something wakes him up only three hours later, he's not as lucky a second time. However, Ice thinks that has more to do with what exactly pulled him out of his admittedly light doze in the first place.

Of course, that is, because why would it be anything else, Maverick. Specifically, it's Maverick having rolled over right into the middle of the bed, well into Ice's slice of mattress, the cowlicks of his short, soft hair brushing uncaring against Ice's cheek with how close he is. Maverick's pressed all along Ice's side, shuffling his limbs in the sleepy way people who are prone to movement in their sleep do. Little sounds of displeasure at not being able to find a comfortable spot make Ice's chest tight, and then promptly stops his heart as the shorter man slides a leg over Ice's, his knee nestling easily between Ice's slightly parted thighs, his nose pressing right against Ice's throat, warm and light, gentle puffs of air sending shivers all across Ice's skin when Maverick finally settles.

A minute passes, Ice as still as stone, and then another. There's no change; Maverick doesn't magically decide he'd rather be on the other side of the bed. In fact, one of his hands finds the bottom hem of Ice's shirt and holds on, clinging like Ice might be the one to roll away. With what room, Ice doesn't know, but it keeps him in place, along with the distant fear that Maverick might actually wake up and do it for him.

Three days. They're here, sharing this room, this bed, for three days.

Ice gives up on the urge not to look down at Maverick's sleep-slack face. His heart kicks back to life and thuds double time against the back of his ribs. Something soft and molten rolls in his stomach, sickeningly fond.

Three fucking days.

He's not going to make it.

Ficlet Bingo!

#icemav #icemav ficlet #top gun ficlet #ficlet bingo

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solradguy · 10 months

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Guilty Gear hugs tier list. These listings can be debated if you want, but I'm going to post this, sign out, and go for a walk before it rains.

Reasoning:

BEST ==

Dizzy: Come on, look at her. Hugs like a best friend you haven't seen in years.

Elphelt: Might be kinda awkward if there's a snowball's chance in hell she thinks she could marry you but otherwise it's a damn good hug.

Jack-O': I'm biased. Hugs like it's the last time she'll ever see you.

Goldlewis: Like being hugged by a grizzly bear. Pats your back. 10/10

Sin: Kid puts his whole heart into everything he does. No way he hugs bad.

Axl: Good at hugging because it really just might be the last time he ever sees you.

Sol: He won't hug you. However, consider: warm, big arms, big chest. If Sol hugs you then the Earth is about to explode and he doesn't want to go out feeling alone.

GREAT ==

May: She's kinda bubbly (pun) and bubbly girls hug good.

Ky: Has rehearsed hugging. Knows the precise amount of time to hug for and how hard to hug but it still feels genuine.

Bridget: Don't have an explanation for this, just think she'd be good at hugs.

Izuna: Hugs like the cool uncle that let you take a sip of his bourbon when you were a teen. Pats your back.

Kliff: Dad hugs. Almost crushes your ribs but there's love in it.

Potemkin: Man's heart's full of love. He's careful not to kill you.

Chipp: Don't think Chipp hugs very frequently because he's a president and he's got an image to maintain, but I think he'd hug like everyone was his friend even if he just met them.

GOOD ==

Jam: Maybe a little too friendly for a hug with a stranger, like she hugs for just a bit too long and it starts getting kinda weird. She didn't mean anything weird by it though.

Zappa: It all depends on how involved S'Ko gets. There might be insects. Decent despite all that.

Slayer: I just don't think he'd hug anyone better than he hugs Sharon. A formal hug.

Leo: Tries too hard to hug well and doesn't quite make it.

Nagoriyuki: Could be killer at hugging if he had more opportunities to. A little out of practice from how long he was sealed in that thing.

Answer: Extremely formal and quick. He's got things to do.

Testament: Out of practice like with Nago. They're getting better though and at least whatever they put in their hair smells nice.

OKAY ==

Anji: If he hugs you, he's probably hitting on you. Depends entirely on how you'd feel about that. If he hugs you and he doesn't like you, I think it'd be a just barely acceptable hug.

Johnny: Saves his best hugs for hot women and his adopted daughters. It's a little awkward, like he doesn't really want to be hugging someone.

Faust: The image here is Strive Faust and I think Strive Faust would hug not great because he's really going through it in Strive and he just needs a moment. Xrd Faust would be up in GOOD or GREAT tier though.

Paradigm: Either you gotta squat down awkwardly to hug him or he's gotta climb up onto a table. Hugs in a professional manner, but the logistics of it make it difficult.

Bedman: Is asleep. Is strapped to a giant bed.

Ram: She's still learning. It's a cold hug because she's not sure how you're supposed to do it yet.

Giovanna: Doesn't want to hug and would rather be doing anything else.

Asuka: He was alright at hugging in 2015 but now it's 2187 and he's forgotten. The experience is uncomfortable for both parties.

Venom: Unless you're Zato, it's a quick and distant hug.

Raven: Would probably hug decently if he was in a serious mood, but odds are he's gonna make it bad weird.

BAD!! ==

Millia: She's had a rough life and also does not want to hug. A hug that makes you fear for your life and be grateful when the hug's over.

Justice: She's dead. Before that she wanted to destroy humanity. You can hug Justice but only once, and you better be fast.

Baiken: You might get stabbed. I can't imagine a scenario where she'd willingly hug anyone that wasn't Delilah.

I-No: Will just straight up kill you. Has never had a reason to hug someone before and might make it horny-weird if she's in a good mood and doesn't kill you first.

Robo-Ky: Assuming Crow programmed him to hug like Flesh Ky, it would still be like hugging a pile of sharp metal. If you're a woman he's going to say something uncomfortable.

Baldhead: Man's really going through it!! Going through it like no man's gone before!! Odds are looking like you'll get murdered.

ABA: Doesn't know what a hug is. Smells like rotting blood and flesh.

Order Sol: Sol at possibly his lowest point. Reeks like hair grease, body odor, and rotting blood. 48% chance you'll get Savage Fang'd, 48% chance you'll get Tyrant Rave'd, 4% chance he rips your heart out with his bare hand.

Valentine: She just stands there and doesn't hug back. Asks questions about hugs, hugging techniques, the meaning of hugs, the history of hugs, and what purpose they serve for as long as you're willing to bullshit answers.

Haehyun: The little human inside the robot is alright at hugging, but the robot itself will probably crush your bones.

Happy Chaos: He's going to do something really friggin weird for shits n giggles and you're going to regret it.

Zato: He's just shit at hugging. Dude died and came back wrong.

#photopost

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herebutnothere · 26 days

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So... we're in agreement that Shane and Lori were having an emotional affair Before, right?

Because... um... yeah.

This is the segue of someone asking a question that they already know the answer to.

This is the prompting of someone who has additional information from a source close to the situation ("The least you can do is speak." "That's what she always says.").

Coming from a man who clearly has some views about women that are less than chivalrous as seen by both his "sermon" and by their walk down memory lane (TWD S2 E5), Shane's question about Rick expressing his thoughts, sharing his feelings, and "that kind of stuff" seems planted...

Almost as if he's been a shoulder to lean on and has heard these grievances before 👀

As an aside, I think it's interesting that they chose this exchange as one of the opening moments for a show that's essentially about a man trying to find his family as the world around him loses—and clings to—its humanity...

...

but, back to Shane and Lori—

Is it wrong to lean on friends for support? No, of course not. That's what friends are for.

However, it is wrong to covet thy neighbor's wife.

So why does this matter? Shane's gone. Lori's gone. The story has gone on.

It matters because it adds to the level of betrayal that Rick's experienced from the people closest to him and it adds to the role Michonne plays in his life.

Shane was his best friend and partner. Lori was his wife and the mother of his child. They all grew up together so there's no doubt that Rick's had to explain away certain looks, comments, and moments of silence when he entered rooms. He's likely spent years convincing himself that what he knew to be true wasn't. And given how Lori, by her own account, often tried to bait him into "blowing up" and being less "rational" during moments of disagreement (TWD S2 E2), I wouldn't be surprised if Shane's name or likeness was wielded as a weapon more than once in their home. And, of course, one of the most earned and valid critiques of Lori and Shane is how quickly they started rolling around those walker-filled woods.

Do I think they crossed the line before the ZA? No, I don't. I think that they both loved and respected Rick too much to do that (after all Shane did try to protect him). But I do think (in their mind) it was a natural progression for them to act on their feelings and attraction once they thought he was gone. It's this love and respect that makes the ease with which they moved on even more painful. It's what makes it such a betrayal.

It's this betrayal that's at the center of Rick struggling to make decisions in those early days, because how could he trust himself when he was so wrong about something so close and so personal for so long?

It's this betrayal that makes Lori's manipulation especially heinous because ma'am. MA'AM.

It's this betrayal that makes Shane's downward spiral so striking and consequential for how Rick (and the rest of the OG ATL group) approaches life and battles moving forward.

It's this betrayal that makes the whole Jessie storyline out of character for him because the woman was married and he of all people knows what that meant. (In other words, that pairing never had a snowball's chance in hell of being anything more than a reactionary pendulum swing towards the life he thought he was living Before, but one that was never truly there.)

And most importantly, it's this betrayal that makes Michonne searching for Rick for all those years mean so damn much. To have someone care that much... to have someone remember and honor him... to have someone consistently believe in him... no wonder he was shooketh when they were reunited in that field.

Since the glorious "You're the love of my life" declaration in TOWL S1 E4, I've seen some folks try to rewrite of the story of Lori and Rick, but even the characters acknowledged that their marriage was, for all intents and purposes, over.

Lori and Rick had history. The sunk cost fallacy was strong with them. But the level of Lori's betrayal made it impossible for any trust to be rebuilt and for any love beyond their historical and familial ties to remain.

But Rick and Michonne? There aren't enough words.

Because the moment she walked up to the prison gate, she provided what he so desperately needed—acceptance, partnership, and devotion without caveats and without strings attached, something neither his best friend nor his first wife could ever do.

#the walking dead #rick grimes #shane twd #lori grimes #twd richonne #twd: the ones who live #i mean the woman is the love of his life!!!!#michonne x rick #michonne grimes

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couldntbedamned · 9 months

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I see your stars begin to shine

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: You and Stephen are having a date night in at the Sanctum. Somehow, during conversation, Stephen reveals he has a tattoo, much to your disbelief. So why not confess you have one as well?

Word Count: 1.9K

AO3 Tags/Warnings: Date Night, Tattoos, Teasing, Fluff, Hoodie Stealing

Author's Note: Just a fun, fluffy little fic where Stephen and the Reader bond over tattoos and plans to get more.

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"You're lying!" you accused with a laugh.

You were with Stephen in what passed for a living room in the Sanctum. You'd both planned on a date but with the pouring rain, decided to have an evening in. You'd ordered Chinese for delivery, played board games, watched a movie, and eaten popcorn. ("Need some more popcorn to go with your butter, Doc?")

Everything was still pretty new and aside from some kissing, light petting, and a particularly frisky necking session in the Sanctum's library you two hadn't gotten overly physical. Not for lack of interest, just, you both had some things to work through.

"I'm not," Stephen insisted, reclining on one of the couches. Cloak was draped over him like a throw blanket.

"There is no way you have a tattoo!" You were sprawled out on the other, content to pull his Columbia hoodie close around you. (He wasn't getting it back and you hoped he could make peace with that. And with the fact that you were keeping the long-sleeved Columbia shirt, too.)

He shrugged. "I do," he said. "I've had it for years - got it right after I graduated med school. It's just covered up most of the time."

That piqued your interest. "Why? Is it near your dick? Is it on your ass? Oh!" You lit up at a sudden thought. "Did you lose a bet? Or were you drunk?"

"No, no, no, and no," he answered, amused at your delight. "It's on my back and I assure you, it was very intentional."

"What is it?"

"You are a lot more interested in my having a tattoo than I thought you'd be." He said in lieu of answering. Knowing Stephen, that could be either because he was embarrassed or because he simply enjoyed riling you up.

"I just can't picture you staying that still for that long while getting pricked hundreds of times," you confessed. "And letting someone else take a needle to you?"

Stephen scoffed. "Are you trying to imply that I'm too impatient and that I have control issues?"

"No, I wasn't trying to imply anything," you teased.

"Honestly, I don't remember much about it; I fell asleep because it was my first day off after six days of sixteen hour shifts," he said. "I woke up, it was done."

You recalled your tattoo experience. There wasn't a snowball's chance in hell you'd have been able to nap through it. "Lucky you! Mine hurt like a bitch and I was awake the entire time."

"I'm assuming it's not on your ass?" Stephen asked. He was fond of your ass, you knew. And it had some padding, so no, a tattoo probably wouldn't hurt so much there.

"No, it's on my rib cage." You ran a hand over it through the hoodie.

He chuckled. "No wonder it hurt!"

You stuck your tongue out at him like the very mature adult you were. "I was nineteen and so sure I'd be able to handle it and then it was just too far in for me to call stop. But I was also very brave about it and the shop manager gave me a lollipop." You relaxed further into the plush couch. "Do you only have the one?"

"For now," he said. "There's another one I want. Something to represent this part of my life." Cloak perked up at hearing that and with a stroke of his hand Stephen settled the relic down.

You had considered the same, wanting to honor your journey into the mystic arts when once you'd had a different calling. The mystic arts were good for collecting broken people and piecing them back together in a new but undoubtedly meaningful fashion. You and Stephen were both far from the first lost souls to visit Kamar-Taj and you certainly wouldn't be the last.

"Do you know what it will be?"

Stephen pulled out the Eye from under his grey T-shirt. He traced along the curved grid. "This."

You grinned. "We should make a date of it." At his curious look, you continued. "I was thinking about getting the Seal of Agamotto, too."

"And where would you get it?" Stephen asked. He wiggled his eyebrows. "Because I have a few ideas."

You felt your face flush. "I was thinking of either my ankle or wrist."

"Oh, that's boring!" he claimed derisively. "So lame!"

"Oh? Where are you putting yours?"

"Right where it usually lays," he said, cheeks a little pink. "That way, I always have it."

"Aww, that's sweet," you said with a smile. "Much sweeter than what I was going to suggest."

"Near my dick?" He asked dryly, shaking off his embarrassment.

You shrugged playfully. "It's just an idea!"

"No one's idea is worth a potential infection that close to my dick, not even yours. And you seem to think a lot about my dick for someone who hasn't even seen it," he teased.

"What about me, hmm? Where would you put it?" You asked, wanting to neither confirm nor deny how much you thought about Stephen's dick. (A lot. The answer was a lot, more than was probably healthy.)

"The tattoo," you clarified hastily when you saw the glittering in his eyes. "Where would you put the tattoo?"

Stephen sat up and leaned back, studying you. "What side is the other one?"

"My right side," you answered. "And again, it hurt like a bitch, so don't suggest I do it on the left side." You weren't a fan of pain.

"No, not the rib cage," Stephen agreed. "But on your left breast, perhaps. I've only gotten some tantalizing peeks at the pair but I think you would look perfect with the seal on your breast." He smirked. "It would be the greatest challenge to keep my eyes respectful, knowing it's there just under your robes."

"Oh." You liked that idea, liked the thought of him doing his best to avert his gaze when all he wanted was to stare at the mark you both would share. It would be like you'd marked each other.

"It would," he agreed, voice low.

You'd said that last bit out loud?

"You did," he confirmed. "Is that something you want, for me to mark you? For you to mark me?"

"I..." Heavens, the idea of it appealed to you. You wouldn't trust anyone else with it, but Stephen? You'd do anything for him. "If you trusted me enough, yes."

"I do," he said. "I know it may not seem like it, given that we haven't found our way into each others' beds, but I do trust you."

"I'm not worried about that. I know we'll get there," you assured him. "I just- I-"

"You don't need to explain yourself to me, Darling. I have a few hang-ups of my own, least of which is these." He held up his scarred hands, which trembled. He didn't hide them, but he rarely showed them off.

"They're beautiful," you say instantly. "You might hate them but I love them. They've saved lives in your past and continue to do so in your present."

"Is that why you're always massaging them?" he asked.

"And why I made that cream for them, to help keep the scars from drawing too tightly." It had been why you'd been so insistent on learning about the gardens at Kamar-Taj in the first place. Mystic herbal remedies were an interest of yours and if you could help Stephen at the same time, even better.

"It helps."

"I'm glad." You opened you mouth then closed it. Should you really say it? It was such a sensitive subject.

"What?"

"What if you tattooed over them?" You asked. "The scars. Not because they're ugly!" You added quickly. "But because I was studying some of the history of the mystic arts' sacred geometry and how many practitioners of the mystic arts have used tattoos to enhance or channel their magic."

To your relief, he didn't look offended, but intrigued and studied his shaking hands. You hadn't been lying; they were beautiful in your eyes. "I'm guessing the average tattoo parlor wouldn't be able to do such work."

"Nope. But Master Delrai can." At his raised eyebrow you admitted "I might also be considering a few little tattoos on my fingers to help my green thumbs."

"You do realize-"

"That the tattoos themselves aren't a solution, I still have to put in the work and continue mastery of the skills, yes. I'm well aware, Master."

"It's Doctor," he corrected. He didn't miss the way you shifted your legs at his stern tone. "And what sygils are you planning on?"

"Well, Doctor," you said with emphasis on his title - you knew he got a thrill out of it. You listed a few off the top of your head.

"Not a bad start." He offered a few more suggestions, including one that nearly had your eyebrows hitting your hairline.

"Vine control?" The thought had never occurred to you. You'd never considered using your love of plants and herbs as a weapon.

"It could be useful, in the right situation," Stephen said. "Most things we think of as harmless are."

"I could tie you up," you mused, delighted when he smirked. "But knowing you, you'd find a way to turn them against me and tie me up."

"I can neither confirm nor deny if that's the plan," he said.

"So can I see it or not?"

"My tattoo?"

"Yes!" you exclaim. "What else would I be asking about?"

"I don't know, you've been pretty interested in both my ass and my dick this evening."

"Stephen!" you whined. Yes, whined.

"Fine," he eventually capitulated. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

Rolling your eyes, you hopped up and pulled off the the faded and stupidly-soft Columbia hoodie. Then you teased your shirt up to reveal the tattoo.

His eyes went wide as he took in the ink on your right rib cage, the artful blues and greens bleeding into each other along with some dashes of black in an elaborate watercolor style.

"Butterflies," he breathed, standing up. "They're butterflies."

"I've always loved them," you admit. "When I found the style I liked it was an easy choice."

"It's beautiful," he said, letting a scarred finger trace the butterflies inked in mid-flight.

"Okay, now you." As if you'd forget his deal.

Chuckling, he stepped back and removed his sweater and shirt. Then he turned around and you couldn't stop your gasp.

There, the width of his shoulder blades and inked down to the low of his back was an elaborate black caduceus.

"What do you think?" he asked, looking over his shoulder.

"I think it's incredible," you said. "I think the serpents might just strike out and bite me."

He chuckled and pulled his shirt back on.

You were still pouting when he turned around. "Satisfied?"

"I don't know why you're so reluctant to show it."

He sighed and collapsed heavily back on his couch. "It's a reminder of a life I no longer have."

"You're still a doctor," you insisted, forgoing your previous spot for one next to him. "You're just a different kind of doctor now."

"Oh?" He queried, a brow raised.

"Stephen Strange, Doctor of the Mystic Arts! A doctor of the soul and of our very reality."

He considered that. "I won't lie, I like the sound of that."

"So, Doctor, why don't we plan out our trip to get inked?"

"We'll probably be waiting a while," he reminded you.

"So long as we're together, I don't mind that at all."

Liking the sound of that, he wrapped his arm around you and the two of you (plus Cloak, the insistent thing) settled in to continue enjoying your evening spent in.

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