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It’s You, It’s always Been you

Pairing: Stephen Strange x f!Reader

Summary: It’s a known fact that you are in love with Stephen Strange. It’s also a known fact that Stephen Strange is still in love with Dr. Palmer. When Stephen asked you to be his wedding date though, you’re starting to regret your decision. A confession from the doctor himself, changes everything.

Word count: 3.0K (I got carried away, oops)

Genre: angst, unrequited love, confession, overall feels!, and soft smut (of course)

A/N: There’s no major MoM spoilers, just the beginning with the wedding and all that. As much as I love Stephen being a complete daddy in MoM, I need to write me some soft smut. No beta, so if I missed anything, It’s my fault. If you enjoyed this, please please comment and reblog. It just means a lot. Please follow @wint3r-library​ and turn on post notification for fic update.

Strange was getting impatient with you.

You haven’t noticed it yet, but with all your inability to sit still during Doctor Palmer’s wedding, you were getting on his last nerve. 

Another heavy sigh fell from your lips as you sat there beside him, slouching slightly because you really wanted to shift your body. Your fingers fiddled in your laps as you were trying very hard to pay attention to the ceremony, quite unaware of the piercing gaze from the man beside you. 

It wasn’t like you were nervous about being the date to the bride’s ex or anything. You really didn’t need to be there, especially when Stephen couldn’t figure out what his feelings toward Christine were.

There was no doubt that the man looked as delectable as it can be in that suit, and there was no doubt that you would jump at his bones if the opportunity presented itself. However, you needed to stop saying yes to him all the time when you were dying on the inside.

Stephen exhaled sharply through his nose before he covered your hand with his. Warmness shot through you as you sat there. You bit the inside of his cheek. His hand was trembling slightly. You couldn’t help but turned your gaze to him.

His brow quirked but said nothing. He was completely unaware of the stinging pain you experienced every time you watched his eyes glimmer whenever his gaze fell on Dr. Palmer, of course. You wished the ceremony ended already. There was so much you could take. Sometimes you wished that Happy had never introduced you to him. 

You let out a sharp exhale once he let go of your hand and stood up. Once again, your heart felt heavy as your gaze followed his following Christine walking down the aisle with her new husband. Your heart was heavy as you looked at the man before you trying to hold it in. He was too proud to say it, but Strange was never really over her.

You couldn’t be anymore happier the moment the ceremony was over. You found yourself stationed by the bar, chugging wine and avoiding Strange as best as possible. The plan was going well so far until your date found you.

“I’m starting to think that even my own date is avoiding me,” came a voice behind you. His low baritone voice sent a slight tremor through you, sending your nerve into a frenzy. Heat flooded your cheek as your heart beat frantically against your chest. You wanted to run, perhaps you wanted to go back to your apartment. Whatever it was, you really didn’t want to deal with him right now. 

“Not avoiding you,” you mumbled before chugging the last remnant of your drink.

Stephen sighed before ordering himself a martini, his eyes were still on you though. “Your body language said otherwise.”

“You shouldn’t bring me here,” you finally looked at him. “She’ll think that you and I are together or something.”

“And that’s bad because…?” 

“You’re kidding, right?” You laughed out loud from sheer discomfort as you stared at him. You watched as the bartender set his drink down before you quickly snatched it away from Strange. He could sense your nervous energy from miles away, which made him wonder how you got to become Happy Hogan’s assistant in the first place. 

“I wasn’t.”

The firmness in his tone made your heart skip a beat. 

“She asked me if I’m happy,” he said, but he didn’t look at you. Instead, his gaze fell for the bride once more. You had to bite back your uncomfortable laugh before you looked elsewhere, trying to hide your expression. It was getting harder and harder to hide anything at all from him.

“And I told her that I am…”

“Which is a lie…” You pressed your lips together into a straight line. 

“You don’t know that. For all you know, I am quite content with what I have right now.”

“Stephen…,” you gave him a look, but his expression was unreadable. “I may not know your history with Dr. Palmer, but I do know that you are a proud man.”

“I am, and you like that,” Stephen teased, trying to hide the small smile as he watched your reaction. You didn’t disappoint him of course as you were slowly and gradually getting flustered. 

“I-Um...Oh, that’s just mean,” you shook your head before you slowly walked away from him. 

It has been a well-known fact that you have some feelings for him at one point. It was also a known fact that it was a textbook definition of one-sided love. It was one thing to tease you occasionally, but it was another thing to simply play with your heart. You know Strange was cold, but you’ve never thought that he could be this cruel.  “I know I shouldn’t say yes to this,” you mumbled to yourself. You could hear him calling out to you, but you didn’t care. Instead, you turned and headed straight out.

A familiar feminine voice called out your name, making you stop in your tracks. You could feel Stephen Strange not too far behind you. You took a deep breath before turning around and forcing a smile. It made your face hurt. It reminded you of why you have to resign from being Happy’s assistant in the first place. The acting wasn’t for you. 

“Doctor Palmer! Congratulations!” you chirped as she made her way toward you. Stephen simply put his hand in his pocket as he watched on with a martini in another hand. You frowned slightly, wondering why he decided to linger there instead of sashay away from you.

“Thank you! I appreciate that. I’m so happy that you can make it–You and Stephen—”

“Oh, I’m just here for moral support,” you quickly cut her off before she could say anything that could potentially make your relationship with Stephen Strange any more awkward. 

Doctor Palmer nodded, but a smile still remained on her face. “Yeah..um, I just want to say that I’m very happy that you and he are togeth–”

“Um, definitely not together,” you quickly cut in again. You couldn’t feel his gaze burned into your back. “Again, I’m here just for moral support, and nothing more.”

Doctor Palmer looked at you momentarily before she looked at Strange, clearly confused. “Right....Well, I hope you enjoy the party. I’ll see you two later,”  she bid you goodbye before giving Stephen a nod.

The moment she was out of your earshot, you let out another sigh of relief, but you knew damn well that Stephen wasn’t happy with your answer at all. Your gaze turned to him, but he didn’t say anything.

“Don’t start,” you pinched the bridge of your nose and headed to the hallway. “I know I’m supposed to make you look good in front of your ex and all that, but I don’t think I can lie.” You were basically rambling at this point as Stephen Strange followed you not too far behind. 

The sound of your high heels clicking against the marble floor echoed through the quiet hall as you hurried out. 

“I didn’t ask you to lie for me,” came his voice not too far behind, but you didn’t stop. Instead, you continued to walk until you both reached the elevator. 

“It kinda feels that way when you asked me to be your plus one though,…Look, whatever you are going through, I just can’t…It’s–” you stopped yourself. How would you tell him that you still have feelings for him? “It’s unfair to me.”

Stephen was standing only a few feet from you know. “I know, and I’m sorry.”

You expected a smartass comment from him, not this. You were speechless at his admission as the two of you stood there in the empty hallway. Your heart felt like it was about to burst the more you looked at him. “When Christine asked me if I was happy, I said yes…I told her that I found someone.”

You remained silent as he took a few steps forward until he was only a few inches away from you. The smell of his cologne filled your nostril, lulling you into a haze. “It took me some time to realize it, but I…”

You swallowed as he cradled your face in his hands. Heat flooded your face at the closeness between the two of you. His thumb pressed against your cheek, his gaze softened, melted into a pair of liquid sapphires. “I made up my mind.”

“About what?” You realized that your words came out no more than a breath as your hand covered his. Stephen was inching closer. Your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest at the pure anticipation alone. When his lips touched yours for the very first time, you felt like you were about to soar. 

Your eyes flutter shut as you melt into him. He was holding you there, kissing you with a passion that you’ve never known he was capable of. His hand trailed to the nape. The rough pad of his fingers gently grazed across your skin, leaving trails of goosebumps behind. You gasped at that, and Stephen took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth.

Your heart pounded heavily against your chest as he deepened the kiss. His tongue tangled and clashed with yours. Twisting and rolling, leaving you both breathless and panting.  He was kissing you with desperation–a need that was new to you. You moaned at the sweetness that lingered on his tongue, and every time he let out a low, rumbling groan, you felt your panty dampen slightly.  

Stephen walked you backward until the back of your knees hit something soft. You quickly pulled away from the kiss, only to find the two of you standing right in your bedroom. “Did you just teleport us here?” It was a dumb question, but you felt the need for some air–or at least something that doesn’t involve Stephen Strange sticking his tongue down your throat.

“Yes,” he said firmly as he discarded his suit jacket and dropped it right onto the floor. He looked flushed, disheveled almost by the way strays of his neatly combed hair came undone. His fingers tugged at his tie impatiently, loosening it before he undid a few buttons at the top till he revealed his chiseled chest. The sight made your throat go dry.

 Stephen’s mouth was on you again, this time he was less discreet than before. He kissed you with urgency and hunger that set your nerve ablaze. He gently laid you down on your soft mattress while his mouth was still on yours. His lips traveled southward, and your body surrendered to him without a thought. Your head tilted to the side, revealing the tender skin of your neck to him. His lips trailed down, tongue grazed slightly here and there as if he was tasting you. A throaty moan ripped between your lips as Strange suckled on your pulse point, and gently nipped at it before licking the same spot over. His free hand slowly lowered the straps of your dress to your waist. He stared at you momentarily as if to admire a piece of art–No, you were more than a piece of art to him. You were the sun, the moon, and the universe all wrapped up into one. You were the cosmic force that keep him grounded all this time.

Stephen said nothing before he lowered his head to kiss you once more. His name fell from your lips in no more than a breathless whisper as his beard tickled your skin, making you ache and throb for him. Stephen was lost in the moment as his lips were lingering in the space between the valley of your breasts. 

You called out his name once again as your arms snaked around his head. Stephen Strange moaned deeply, sending a reverberation through you as if to assure you that he wasn’t going anywhere. He captured your taut peak in his mouth and began to suckle on it. He was sucking gently at first, then harder, gently nipping at the bud till you cried out, only to soothe you gently with his tongue.

He moved on top of you and pulled your dress all the way off your body. You laid there completely bare underneath him. Stephen’s hand moved to the juncture between your legs and let his fingers graze at your clothed slit. His nostrils flared as he let out a sharp exhale when he found that your panty was drenching.

Stephen gently rubbed you through your panty, eliciting a soft gasping noise out of you first before he ripped the flimsy fabric away from you. His mouth moved to your breast once more, tongue flickering over the sensitive bud, while his dexterous fingers gently pry you open. Your first instinct was to close your legs, but Stephen wasn’t having it. He pressed his knees wide, forcing you to open to him. 

Your head fell back against the soft mattress when you felt that he was knuckle deep inside you as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you with ease. A shaky moan slipped out of your lips as he pulled his digits back and pushed them inside you again while his mouth was still occupied by your tit.

You begged him almost pathetically, your hand bunched at his hair when he pressed his thumb against your clit. 

“Say my name again, baby,” he murmured. The low baritone voice made your pussy throb and clenched around his fingers. Only Stephen Strange had that sort of effect on you. He was watching you now, probing himself on his elbow while the other hand continued to pump in and out of your pussy with vigor.

A smile etched upon his lips as he felt your body tense up around him. Still, he continued with a relentless pace until an orgasm ripped right out of you, causing your body to strain and spasm. Your face scrunched up as you dug your heels into the mattress as the first wave of euphoria washed over you.  

“That’s it, baby. Cum to me. Squeeze on my fingers like you want to squeeze on my cock.” Stephen growled as he pressed his forehead onto yours. Perspiration dampened it while you could only reply with a choking sob. 

Stephen finally removed his fingers from your sopping wetness as he stared at you. His lips pressed against your forehead. He kissed you tenderly before he pulled back and began to unbuckle his pants. 

You watched him with half hooded eyes as he got up from the bed and hastily removed his pants. You swallowed as you watched him stroking himself. The sight made your pussy throb once more as more slick was leaking out of you. Stephen licked his lips at that. 

“I don’t have a condom,” he admitted sheepishly as he continued to stroke his erect cock. It was hard to concentrate on his words when your brain only wanted one thing. 

“I’m on birth control…” you told him as you sat up and pulled him to you. Stephen settled between your thighs once more. His face strained, jaw clenched tightly as he rubbed the head of his cock along your slit. The action made your legs shake slightly as your eyes caught his. “It’s ok, Stephen.”

He growled at the invitation before he swiftly entered you, causing you to hissed sharply. A strangled moan left his lips as your tightness enveloped him. You could feel Strange tremble above you as he was trying to control himself from moving too erratically. Stephen pulled back then eased himself back in again till he was all the way in. His hips arched fluidly, driving himself in and out of you with fervor. You could feel his balls slapped against your ass every time he sheathed himself inside of you.

His hard body pressed against yours closely that you could feel every twitch of his muscles, coiling and bunching from the effort of his movements. Your arms wounded around his neck again as he rutted into you. His lips found your neck once more as he kissed and nipped at it. 

You were getting close again as that familiar tightness at the pit of your stomach threatened to snap. It wasn’t long now until that delicious burst of euphoria ripped through you again. It didn’t take long till you cried out and clenched around him, milking him until he too reached his own release. Still, Stephen was still chasing his own, fucking you and using you to sate his own appetite.

Stephen came not too long after, spending himself right onto your stomach. His body went limp next to you, panting and exhausted from the deed. 

The silence stretched out between the two of you. Where would you go from here? You and Stephen had yet to establish what this was? Was this a one-time deal? Were his words simply a lie or was everything simply a dream to you?

You felt him stirring beside you before his warmness left your body. Your first initial thought was that he was leaving, but that sort of negativity soon melted away when he came back with a damp towel pressed against your stomach. His movement was gentle, yet exact. Still, you could feel his trembling hand moving over your stomach.

Your eyes caught him again, and words failed you. You didn’t know what to say. 

“I suppose you are wondering what we are now?”

You nodded. You wanted to laugh because you really didn’t expect to have this type of conversation at all with him when you were both naked. 

“You’ve never told me who that someone is–the person that makes you happy.”

Stephen Strange was caught off guard for the first time in his life as he could only react with an “Oh.”

Your face warned once more as your heart drummed against your chest. A knowing smile quirked on his lips. “Well, It’s you, sweetheart. It has always been you.”

The word rolled off his tongue easily, making your stomach do a backflip. You couldn’t hide the smile anymore when he leaned and brushed his nose against your cheek, kissing you and whispering naughty things into your ears.

Perhaps, this wasn’t a dream after all.

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Lost Boy || Bodyguard!Bucky

Bodyguard!Bucky x fem!reader

A/N: For @wint3r-h3art 1.2K followers celebration 💝

Summary: Bucky comes back into your life but time has certainly changed things - but not the way you feel about him. Warnings: 18+ only, angst, smut, oral (both), unprotected sex WC: 4.6k

You watched the man across the table pop another fry into his mouth and talk about his latest hobby. You could barely concentrate on what he was saying as he drawled on and on about his gym routine and you slid your chair out as you stood up. There was no way you could sit through another minute of hearing about his gaudy lifestyle.

“Excuse me.”

You didn’t even give him a chance to respond before you wove through the restaurant to the bathrooms at the back, your bodyguard shadowing behind you. The moment the door closed, you turned and rested your back to it, just needing some silence. You could feel Bucky’s presence on the other side of the door, ensuring no one bothered you while you collected yourself.

“Everything okay, prinţesă?” He asked quietly, feeling as if his lips were almost pressed to your ear.

You sighed with a shiver and hated that he still had the same affect on you as he did when you were young. You thought he was gone from your life, enlisted and serving in the military, but there he was, hired by your father and assigned as your bodyguard. Every touch, every kiss, had been imprinted on your skin and you felt their burn now as a mere two inches of wood separated you.

“Why did you come back?”

You felt the door handle turn and stepped away as Bucky opened it, his body easing through the narrow space before he shut it again. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes as he leant against the marble vanity and crossed his arms, flashing his Glock 17 that hung from his shoulder holster. It felt like a betrayal that he had to stand at your back, watching you go on a date with a man who wasn’t him.

“I missed home.”

Your eyes misted as you remembered the nights you spent entwined in your bed, after he managed to sneak past your security and scale tree to climb through your window. You remembered the way he would hold you close and kiss your temple, his touch like fire across your skin. He was your orphan boy, forever being moved around the foster system, who only ever had one home, one that he always found his way back to.

You looked at the fishbone tiles on the floor then at your pedicured toenails peeking out of the peeptoe heels, you looked anywhere but where you wanted as you awkwardly scuffed the red heel over the grout lines. Movement caught your peripheral vision and once you saw his polished brogue shoe you couldn’t help following the sight up his pressed black trousers, then you were at the stark white dress shirt and still your eyes kept climbing. In the bright fluorescent lights his eyes were almost the shade of cyan and you lost all sense of self as memories of those eyes left you frozen.

“I missed you too.”

His full lips curled up at your quiet admission and he pushed off the vanity to close the space between you. His large hand cupped your cheek and he brushed his thumb over your lips he had missed, wishing he could feel them against his once again. Your eyelids fluttered shut as you felt his smooth leather glove warming your face, his touch too soft for a man as strong as he was. You stood up a little straighter, closing the distance even more until you could feel his breath against your lips.

“Clause 7.”

Your eyes shot open and a frown grew at the odd thing to say. “Excuse me?”

“You haven’t seen the contract your father gives everyone, have you?” He chuckled. “You’re Clause 7.”

“You’re kidding right?”

“Sorry, prinţesă, touching you unless it is to save your life is strictly forbidden.” He said as he drew his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes running down the scoop neck of your dress and drinking in the sight. “Rules are rules.”

“What happened to my fearless Lost Boy?” You asked, tracing the almost invisible scar that ran over his eyebrow before going in search of the matching scar he received the same night. “The boy from Brooklyn that I knew never cared about the rules.”

His fingers wrapped around your wrist before you could pull his shirt out from where they were neatly tucked into his trousers. “He grew up.”

You could certainly see that, along with a haunted look that passed behind his eyes so fast you thought you imagined it. His boyish charm had evolved beyond sexy and you felt a pang of jealousy that he would have had plenty of women over the years. It was impossible to ignore the potent sexual energy radiating from him, the inticing lure in his eyes, the tease of his tongue that rolled over his full lips. Even his 5 o’clock shade, shaped neatly across his jaw, promised the heat of friction between your legs and you clenched them at the thought alone.

“If that’s true, I guess it won’t do any harm leaving my bedroom window open tonight.” You said softly as you slipped your hand from his and left the bathroom.

You couldn’t stomach returning to the date and sitting across from the man for another minute, opting to make a feeble excuse of not feeling well. It was rude but you couldn’t sit there in good conscience when the only man you had ever wanted was watching with dark eyes from the next table.

When you arrived home you bid goodbye to your guards, calling it a night, and left them to swap their radios with the night watchmen. You turned at the top of the stairs, just catching a glimpse of Bucky’s dark hair before it disappeared out the staff exit before making your way to your room. You lay on your side, watching the breeze gently sway the curtain and listening for any sound that might be Bucky. You had almost given up as 3am rolled around and your eyes grew as heavy as your heart.

“Not going to sleep on me now, are you, doll?” Bucky asked quietly as he pulled himself through the opening of your window, silently closing it behind him.

You threw your bedding back as you sat up, heart racing. “I wasn’t sure you would come.”

“I tried not to.” He admitted as he took a seat on the edge of your bed, fingers feeling the delicate lace hem of the babydoll negligee you wore.

“I’m glad you did.” You smiled as you placed your hand on his and drew it higher up your leg.

There was only a moment's hesitation before his body kicked in and he hungrily pushed the lace up over your hips, climbing onto the bed as he laid you back into the pillows. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he could hear your heartbeat, the hammering in your chest only increasing as he caged you in his arms and teased you with anticipation, his kissable lips hovering over yours. It seemed like a lifetime had passed since you were teenagers in this very situation with Bucky sneaking through your window, but it also felt like yesterday.

It was amazing that so much time could pass yet everything you had felt came rushing back when his lips danced with yours. A soft sigh slipped out as you tasted him and your need for him intensified in an instant as you tugged his shirt up his body. You felt him tense beneath your touch and he pulled back to see you pouting at the loss of his body on yours.

He sat back on his knees as he ran a hand roughly through his hair, tugging at the strands that were far shorter than he used to have. His confidence was waning and he looked back to the window, regret haunting him for even climbing through it. You wanted to ease his mind, wondering why he seemed to be in two minds over returning, so you sat up and took his hand that was reaching for his hair once more.

“Talk to me, Buck.” You quietly pleaded as you curled your legs under you and mirrored his stance. “You know you can still talk to me about anything.”

“Not this.” He murmured before giving you a fake smile that did nothing to placate the knots in your stomach.

You tipped your head down and looked up at him from under your lashes, hoping he still wasn’t impervious to your charm. “Please…”

His jaw tensed as he tried to resist but he dropped his head down too, his forehead resting against yours as he sighed in defeat. “I missed you every second I was away…but it’s not the reason I came home.”

You waited for him to explain but he just sat back and slowly pulled his gloves off his hands. Between the glow of the city and the moonlight outside, you noticed the difference in his hands instantly, one appeared to be made of metal. You slowly reached out to touch it and he flinched as he fought his instinct to withdraw it from your touch, but after a deep breath he nodded his head.

The black and gold plates moved smoothly beneath your fingertips and he let you turn it over to see his palm that no longer held the crease of his life line you had traced a thousand times. You pushed his sleeve back and saw the plates continue up his wrist, a frown growing as you felt the questions building.

Your voice was barely a whisper as you pulled the sleeve back down and placed your hand in his. “What happened to you, Buck?”

“What didn’t?” He chuckled humorlessly before it turned to a sob and he started to climb off the bed. “I shouldn’t have come.”

You chased him across the floor, planting yourself in front of the window before he could open it. Your chest ached for him, and it didn’t matter that years had passed because in that moment he was once again your Lost Boy. You wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his chest, listening to the rapid pounding of his heart as his teardrops rained down on you. His arms encased you and you stumbled under his weight as he felt his first real comfort since enlisting and he almost collapsed at the relief.

“Shhh, it’s okay Jamie, you’re home now.”

Bucky had always been big, even as a teen he had stood a full head higher than most other boys his age, but now he was no longer lanky with his height. He had filled out with mass and muscle during the years he spent in the army, his size too much for you to support alone. He caught himself as you began to sink to the floor and his protective instinct kicked in, taking his control back before leading you back to the bed.

Bucky wiped his eyes and you could see he was embarrassed by his breakdown but you didn’t know how to erase it, only distract him. You laced your fingers in his hair and climbed onto his lap to claim his soft lips, tasting the salt of his tears as your tongue rolled across them. His chest shuddered with a shaky breath and you opened your eyes to see his pale blue ones glowing in the moonlight.

“Let me in, please.” You begged quietly as your fingers brushed the hem of his shirt, waiting for him to give you permission.

His eyes screwed shut and his nod was almost imperceptible but it was there, just. Your palms brushed up under his shirt, feeling the hard planes of his abs tensing at your touch that was slowly climbing. It took a moment to realise the marks on his chest weren’t sun spots or freckles but scars, dozens of cuts that had long since healed. Your throat constricted as you imagined the pain Bucky must have gone through and tears began to well when you found even more as you pushed his shirt up higher.

“You don’t have to do this.” He whispered. “I get it if you want to stop.”

The way he spoke, as if you had already rejected him, made you think there was someone out there who had done that exact thing. You couldn’t help thinking what a foolish person they were because Bucky was amazing in every way.

Tightening your grip on his shirt you pulled it up so he had to lift his arms and then it was gone, floating to the floor as you saw the extent of his injury. The plates shifted as he lowered his arm and you ran your hand along the length until you reached the point where metal met man, cool met warm, hard met soft. You watched his Adam's apple bounce with the heavy gulp of a swallow as you kissed the puckered scarring where the two joined and felt his sigh across your skin.

You trailed your kisses over his collarbone and up his neck, relishing at the feel of his pulse racing under your tongue. A hum of delight caressed his skin as you felt his beard beneath your lips until they were replaced with his as his patience ran out. The fear of your rejection was gone and now the hunger for your body returned, a soft growl erupting from his chest as he pulled you tighter to his body and against his erection.

“So how are you feeling about those rules now?” You asked as you pulled away breathless and smirking.

“I guess I haven’t changed as much as I thought I had.” He chuckled, flexing his metal arm before rolling over and pinning you to the bed. “Think you can be quiet for me, prinţesă?”

You nodded your head because you couldn’t trust your voice to hold the lie, knowing it would take a miracle to silence your moans with him. He lips twitched with a shake of his head as he saw through you and leant back to grab your hips and flip you onto your stomach. As much as he wanted to see your beautiful face, he couldn’t risk the night watchmen hearing you and coming to investigate so he tugged your hips up and tucked a pillow under your face.

“Now, be a good girl.” He warned between the kisses he peppered down your spine. “Don’t. Make. A. Sound.”

His hands roamed over your ass, kneading the swell of flesh as he took his time reacquainting himself with your body. You buried your face in the pillow to stifle the moan that threatened to spill from your parted lips when he ran his fingers through your folds. The contrast of the cold metal teasing your heated core left you panting for more and you pushed your hips back greedily.

“God I missed you,” he murmured as he pumped his fingers in and out of your pussy, stretching you ready for him, “especially how wet you get for me.”

Your brain was starting to fail as he pressed the pad of his thumb to your clit and your teeth bit hard into the pillow with a deep moan. The sound of blood rushing through your head filled your eardrums and your walls began to quiver around his digits as he teased you with the promise of an orgasm. Your hips were rocking against his hand, soft mewls escaping the memory foam between your teeth, and you fought the urge to cry out his name as you dove headfirst into your climax.

“That’s my good girl.” He praised quietly in your ear as he kissed your shoulder blade, riding out the aftershocks with slow strokes. “Can feel you squeezing my fingers, bet you’re so fucking tight.”

You lifted your head from the pillow, certain you could control yourself for a few short seconds. “Fuck me and find out.”

Dawn was just bringing to break and you knew your time with Bucky would be coming to an end. Exhaustion left your eyelids heavy but you fought to stay awake so you didn’t waste a moment in his presence.

Bucky watched you from hooded eyes, half reclined against your pillows while you laid on your tummy between his legs. You rested your chin on your arm that was splayed across his abs while you doodled with a marker. There was a strange beauty to his scars, like a constellation of stars mapping his pain and suffering, and his determination to survive.

“I found your star sign.” You smiled as you connected the dots with the pen, adding to the smiley face and gun you had already drawn from the scars. “Uh-oh…”

Concern crumpled his forehead and his muscles bunched up as he sat a little straighter. “What's wrong?”

“I could’ve sworn this said Whiteboard.” You frowned as you saw the bold lettering along the pen clearly spelling PERMANENT. Just to be sure you licked your thumb and tried to wipe your pictures off but found it useless. “I have some nail polish remover somewhere around here…”

You tried to climb off in search of it but Bucky stopped you, pulling you back down to him with a smile, his cock beginning to stir as he watched you bite your lip. “Leave ‘em, they can be my reminder of our night.”

“Why do you need a reminder?” You asked, tossing the pen on your bedside drawers before climbing up his body and straddling his hips. “You could just spend every night with me.”

“As much as I would love that, you know why.” He said with a shake of his head.

His cock was testament to his words, the hard length nestled between your legs until you angled your hips and sunk yourself down on him. His lips parted with a heavy exhale and his hands gripped your hips to spur you on, surprised you even had the energy to go another round after spending the last two hours locked in illicit embrace. He wasn’t complaining, he had years to make up for and there would never be enough time to do all the things he wanted to do with you.

It was hard to sit and listen to your board of directors when you could see Bucky’s outline in your peripheral vision. As good as the bodyguards were at standing completely still they were still human, and when you saw him move you forgot what your Chief Financial Officer was saying and your attention turned to Bucky. You swivelled in your seat, adjusting to get comfortable after the hours spent in bed left your pussy with a sweet ache, and caught Bucky’s jaw clenched as he tried to stifle a yawn.

“...our margins are up 3% on the last quarter…”

Your CFO droned on about the latest profits and you forced yourself to focus back on him but you couldn’t stop your mind wandering back to last night. You felt slightly guilty that Bucky was tired but you were sure he would agree with you when you said it was worth it. Still, you were in desperate need of caffeine if you were going to stay awake for the rest of the day and your PA was nowhere to be seen. You leant back, looking through the blurred glass meeting room door to see if she was hiding at her desk but she wasn’t there either.

“Something you need, prinţesă?” Bucky whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“My PA is AWOL.” You murmured back, trying not to cause an interruption to the others. “And I need coffee.”

You didn’t have to look to see a smirk teasing his lips and the warmth of his proximity cooled as he moved towards your other bodyguard to exchange quiet words. Your eyes followed Bucky as he headed to the doors, turning and opening it with his back, a little nod in your direction. All thoughts of the meeting were gone as you watched his blurry figure disappear along the corridor.

“...Mr Y/L/N is proposing a merger deal with-”

“Excuse me?” You interrupted as you sat up straighter and pressed your palms to the table. “My father has no place proposing anything.”

“He is a shareholder-”

“And I am the majority.” You pointed out. “There will be no merger.”

Your father tried to control as many aspects of your life that he could, from your personal security to who you dated, but you had built your business from the ground up and he could not touch your brainchild. Bucky looked ready to murder someone as he tore the door open and stepped in with a coffee cup in one hand and scowl on his face. He had heard your raised voice as you PA had stepped out of the elevator with your coffee order, promptly swiping it from her and heading in to find out who had pissed you off.

“Everything okay?” He asked with restrained rage that only you could see, placing the cup on the table beside your cell phone.

“Perfect.” You smiled as you pinned the CFO with a look that warned him not to argue. “We were just wrapping up.”

You closed the folder on the table, slipping it under your arm before grabbing the coffee and humming as you lifted it to your lips and you smelt the delicious aroma.

“Trying to make me jealous, doll?” Bucky whispered behind you as you headed for your office, your other guard taking lead.

“Depends, is it working?” You teased, swaying your hips a little more than necessary.

The soft groan you heard gave you the answer you needed and widened your grin. “Hey Sean, I’ll just be here for the rest of the day. Didn’t I hear your daughter has her first softball game today?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He smiled proudly before he opened your office door, giving it a quick sweep and finding it empty. “She's a pitcher this year.”

“I’m sure Bucky can handle an afternoon of boredom alone, why don’t you go support your little girl?”

He frowned as he thought about it and was about to decline when Bucky spoke first. “We will be fine here, I’ll make sure she has no reason to leave for a few hours at least.”

Satisfied, he grinned happily. “Thank you.”

You waved off his thanks as he left the office, a pep in his step as he pulled out his phone. Bucky was already moving before the door closed shut and the automatic lock engaged, his fingers grabbing your chin and tipping your head back to claim your lips in a rough kiss.

“That was very nice of you.” He chuckled when he pulled away.

“I’m hardly altruistic,” you purred as you began unbuttoning his dress shirt, “there was definitely an ulterior motive.”

His tongue rolled over his lip and you felt the ghost of the touch between your legs, remembering how that tongue had left you a sopping mess. The rush of the forbidden affair flooded through your body and you couldn’t wait any longer to taste him again. You dropped to your knees as you unbuckled his belt and freed his stiff cock, thinking he had spent more time hard than soft in the last 24 hours.

“You’re gonna ruin your makeup, baby.” He said as he ran his thumb over your parted lips, slightly smearing your lipstick.

You smirked and nipped at his thumb but he pulled it away with a chuckle as you began to stroke him, tracing the veins up and down his long length. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

His eyes darkened as you kissed the tip, teasing the slit with your tongue until his head began to spin and he thought he would pass out. Needing support, he leant back against your desk, gripping the edge with one hand and holding your head with the other as he moaned.

“Fuck, show me how far you can take it, prinţesă.” He begged with a deep, gravelly voice that sent another wave of desire pooling in your panties.

You opened your mouth wide around his girth and sucked your way down his length, fighting to resist your gag reflex as he hit the back of your throat. His soft hairs tickled your nose when you made it all the way down his shaft, your eyes beginning to water as you struggled to breathe. His thumb wiped away the tears that escaped and you decided you should invest in waterproof mascara from now on as the digit came away stained.

Bucky’s moans spurred you on, your head bobbing up and down as you skimmed your nails over his abs and felt them tensing as he fought the urge to spill himself down your throat. You would have happily swallowed his cum before licking him clean but he had other plans as he pulled you away and lifted you to your feet. The room spun quickly and in an instant you found yourself sitting on the edge of your desk with your legs spread.

“You know there’s only one place I want to cum, doll, right here.” He brushed your damp panties aside and with one well aimed thrust he filled you completely.

You would have cried at the sudden fullness but his mouth was on yours and he stole the very air from your lungs as he hammered home. Your computer screen wobbled as the desk rocked and you fisted the back of his suit jacket before you accidentally knocked anything over as you held on for dear life.

Bucky whispered sweet nothings in your ear, words too soft for such a hard fucking, but they left your heart melting and your pussy fluttering. You couldn’t get him closer enough, even with every inch of you touching you still wanted more so you tightened your legs around his hips and rocked yours to meet his thrusts.

“Holy shit, ‘m not gonna last long with you doing that.” Bucky rasped as he felt your legs shaking around him.

“I’m so close, Buck…don’t stop.” You begged as your head began to spin and your core ached for the release that was within your reach. “Don’t…”

Bucky bent his knees and the small change in the angle rode him over your g-spot, the small touch needed to send the dominoes falling, your walls clamping down as your head tipped back in a silent scream. Seeing the pure ecstasy in your face sent Bucky into overdrive, wanting to share the moment of bliss right there with you and he slammed himself as deep as he could before he let go, shuddering as he filled your quivering cunt with his cum.

His chest was heaving as he slowed down, enjoying the silken feel of your wet walls as he overstimulated himself before coming to a stop. Your lipstick was smeared, your lips swollen from his kiss, your neck irritated by beard rash and mascara ran down your cheeks but he had never seen anything more beautiful as he kissed your forehead softly.

“I love you, my prinţesă.” He murmured as he rested his cheek on your forehead, waiting for his heartbeat to return to normal.

“I love you too, my lost boy.”

You felt his smile on your skin and swore you saw the pulse on his neck speed up before your eyes. “Not lost anymore.”

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[couldntbedamned]

A Little Evening Break

Stephen Strange/AFAB!Reader

Warnings: slapping (face, 😺), degrading language, rough sex, a gentle caress of choking kink, smut, 18+ MINORS DNI

Inspired by this glorious post by @wint3r-h3art​.  I just couldn’t help myself.

"Either you're set on being a brat, or you're already too cock-dumb to comprehend a basic instruction," Stephen said.

You're not sure yourself, honestly. He's been torturing teasing you all day, with his significant looks, little smirks, and the way he's continued to draw your attention to his oh-so-slightly trembling fingers that are still long and still capable of pulling blackout orgasms from you. Then there were the little touches, and you'd swear on the Sanctum's oldest grimoire those touches are infused with magic to weaken your knees, make your core throb with need, and encourage your pussy to drip in anticipation of something.

His palm cracks across your face, quickly cradles the stinging cheek tenderly. "If you can't do as you're told, then I can just take care of myself," he whispers against your ear.

You feel his erection pressing insistently against your belly, hot and long and heavy and so thick it always feels like he's engraving himself into your soul with every vein.

"I can do it," you manage. Somehow, you've managed a coherent thought and those have been far and few between since he brought you into his study after the evening meal.

"Oh, can you?" He drawls, condescension thick like honey in his voice as a hand settles against your neck. Not squeezing, but it could. "Can you really?"

It's a Herculean task, but you emerge the victor when you settle on the thick plush of the rug, thighs spread in invitation and helped by knees hiked up. Your breath is heavy on your forearms as you keep your head lowered and your ass up in offering.

Stephen's other palm slaps your wet folds and you can't stop the moan that spills forth.

"It looks like you can behave after all," he coos. "Now, tell me you want my thick cock in your little pussy."

It's a struggle, but you get the words out. "Please, S-Stephen, Dr. Strange, I want- I want your thick cock in my lit-little pussy."

"Mmm. She can be taught," he says with a low chuckle, kissing down your back, lips and goatee rough on skin. He kisses back up to your neck.

When he finally deigns to split you in two slide home your breath is all but punched out of you. But who needs oxygen when Stephen's cock owns you so thoroughly?

On the rug, one hand tight on your hip and another holding your neck down, Stephen fucks you until your legs shake and your release cascades in ripples out from your core, until you absolutely are cock-dumb and moaning his name.

He lifts your name up in supplication between snarls of hot, mine, desperategreedy and praises of perfect, so good for me. When he spills inside of you, having wrung orgasm after orgasm out of your sweating, exhausted body, he whispers "my beloved" against the hair at your nape and nips lightly.

Long, long moments after, when the nerves in your aching thighs can work properly, you turn over in his embrace, pleased when your back hits the plush mattress of your bed. His hands are all over you, soothing and gentle. On a sigh of satisfaction, you kiss him.

"You really taught me a lesson," you tease.

"And don't you ever forget it," he rejoins, kissing you and pulling you closer into him.

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[tom-whore-dleston]

OOOO how about getting cockwarming by Loki while he's reading because you're being a brat all day and wouldn't stop distracting him

Send me a NSFW headcanon and I’ll write a 5 sentence ficlet about it 👀👅

hope the horny police don't arrest me this was definitely longer than 5 sentences 💀

“Lokiiiiii, please move!” You cried, pussy fluttering around his pulsing girth. The God of Mischief smirked, turning the page of his book agonizingly slow before his gaze flickered to the top of the new page. 

“I’m almost done with this chapter, my love.” His blue eyes swirled with darkness. “If you hadn’t been such a needy little one, I’d be ravishing you until you are writhing with pleasure.” You throbbed violently at the thought of Loki giving you exactly what you wanted. Suddenly, he snickered under his breath.

“Well, my love, I'm afraid you will have to sit on my cock a little longer. I can’t be left hanging after that last part.”

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[blackbat05]

Sacrifices

Shang-Chi x Reader

A/N: I got greedy(?) and decided to participate in another piece for @wint3r-h3art celebration! I would also like to apologize in advance for me being annoying and doing another angst after my Steven one😛

Genre: PG-13, Undercover AU

Notes: Being a huge DC fan, I thought incorporating these characters would be great for this story😉 hope my lack of braincells did this fic justice.

‘Prepare for extraction.’

‘Copy.’ Shang-Chi signals to Marc, jet moving towards the drop-zone as agreed.

He couldn’t wait for this to be over, to finally have you by his side after a whole six months.

You were in deep cover at a meta human facility where runaways were kidnapped and experimented on to active their meta gene.

Retrieving enough evidence, Fury demanded that you were to be pulled out, not wanting one of his best agents to be at risk any further.

‘We don’t who else the League of Shadows are involved with.’ Fury tells you at a secret rendezvous point. ‘I’m sending a team to get you out.’

By team, you didn’t expect Shang-Chi running down the hallway to meet you and the other runaway kids.

‘Y/N!’ He crushes you in a massive hug. ‘I missed you.’

‘Missed you too.’ You couldn’t believe that this day would finally come. ‘We have to leave now. The league has probably been notified by the trigger alarm.’

He nods, leading the group down the same way he came. Only to be stopped by uniformed guards wielding ammunition.

‘Those weapons are alien tech.’ You whisper to Shang-Chi. ‘Ra’s Al Ghul is going to kill all of us if it means his secrets don’t get out.’ You refer to the immortal leader.

Maybe Shang-Chi can take the brunt of its power with his rings. But you couldn’t. And certainly not the kids.

‘I have an idea.’ You tell him. ‘Take the kids and move fast.’ The uneasy feeling in your stomach only grew bigger. You didn’t like it one bit.

Six painful months. You remembered at the end of each day where you crossed out the date on the calendar, awaiting your reunion.

But you saw what the immortal leader of the Shadows could do. If taking out one of his bases was a step in the right direction, you had to do it.

Slowly moving backwards as the tropes advanced in on the group, you find the red button that you were looking for.

Shang-Chi was going to hate you for this.

‘I’m sorry.’ You slammed your fist onto the button, activating the lockdown mode. A flicker of realisation passes by his face, and it is filled with pure terror at the thought of what you had thrown yourself into.

‘What are you doing?’ Shang-Chi denies reality, attempting to pry open the doors. ‘Hey, Y/N. If this is a joke, it’s not funny.’ He tries to reason with you as you watch his futile efforts.

‘Please, open the door and we can figure a way out of this.’ He begs. Perhaps he already knows your decision, as the scratches against the doors have turned into full-blown bangs.

‘Y/N YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THIS! YOU’RE GOING TO GET YOURSELF KILLED!’

Shang-Chi doesn’t bother to hide his tears, screaming at you through the thick glass, as if it would break at his desperation.

‘Shang-Chi.’ You coaxed him to calm down. ‘I don’t have much time and you need to get out of here soon.’ Placing a hand on the window, Shang-Chi does the same.

‘There’s safe houses in Egypt and the outskirts of Mozambique. Marc and Nakia. They’ll know what to do. Tell Fury about Ra’s Al Ghul… he needs to know. The world must know about his evil deeds.’

As you instruct Shang-Chi on the intel you gathered, you could feel your heart rate slowing down. Like a fish out of water, you could only suck on the air.

The inhumane sounds were enough to make Shang-Chi loose his mind, but he needed to focus on you.

‘And…’ you had to choose your words wisely to conserve energy in your last moments.

‘I… will always… love… you… no matter… where… I am…’

Panting out the last few words, you smiled, not wanting Shang-Chi to see that your last few moments were excruciatingly painful. Your nerves started to shut down, allowing numbness to take over your body.

‘No… No please… don’t do this…’ Shang-Chi was crippled by the memories of his mother. No matter how hard he tries, he can’t seem to get out of the time loop.

‘Go.’ You weakly mouthed. ‘The kids.’ You were about to loose your grip on the timer that would set the radiation bomb off.

Marc runs into the crumbling building, spotting Shang-Chi from a distance. He doesn’t get why the two of you haven’t got out yet until he moves closer.

‘Marc… please we need help.’ Shang-Chi pleads with his team member. ‘We can get her out of here.’

A loyal comrade and a good friend, Marc Spector doesn’t want to leave you either. But he knows what you’re thinking. And he knows you’re right. You nod, as a favour to drag Shang-Chi out if he has to.

So he does. With miraculous strength, Marc pulls him back, not stopping despite the barrage of attacks on him. Marc knows that the rage isn’t directed towards him, but to himself.

The fact that he can’t do anything but just to stand by and watch you die.

Finally getting onto the jet, the aircraft speeds off, getting as far away as it can from the blast radius.

Thirty seconds later, orange flames burst into the skies.

Thirty seconds later, Shang-Chi’s world had ended.

***

The familiar sight greets Shang-Chi as he gets off the car together with his sister. Together, they walk towards their aunt Ying Nan who is solemnly dressed in black.

Ta Lo was more than beautiful. It was a part of Shang-Chi. He had always wanted to bring you here to escape the burdens of an Avenger.

How cruel fate was. Instead of holding your warm hands, he carries the frame of your photo. They couldn’t go back for your body.

The funeral went by in a haze. You were always a reserved person, only enjoying the company of those you truly cherished. It was only befitting to respect your wishes.

He feels a sympathetic pat from his sister and hears words of encouragement from his aunt. Shang-Chi waits until they leave, breaking down into choked sobs.

‘When I’m done with this mission. Promise you’ll take me to see Ta Lo.’

‘Alright, I promise.’ He offers a pinky swear. ‘No Avenger’s stuff. A whole week, you and me.’

‘Sounds like a plan.’

***

A week later, Lazarus Island

‘Haa!!!’ You jerk forward violently, head throbbing.

Your memories were in bits and pieces. The last thing you could remember was doing research at the Mongolia base.

The kids and you running down the hall… a man… and then… orange fireballs the size of a butterfly.

‘Sorry about that. The experience in the pit can make one quite disoriented. Believe me, I tried.’ A low voice rumbles in the darkness, stepping into the view.

You find yourself looking at the whites of a red helmet. The mystery man removes his helmet, the white streak of hair visibly noticeable.

‘My name is Jason Todd, and I need your help with bringing down the League of Shadows.’

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[mothdruid]

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A gasp passed your lips, his searing hot hand on your skin. Bradley tried not to focus on the sensation of your panties barely touching the edge of his hand. His hands ghosted over your skin, finding their way to the clip of your bra. -Home for the Holidays, Bradley Bradshaw x reader

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[geeky-politics-46]

Super inspired by @wint3r-h3art little 5 sentence blurbs & I want to play too. So… send me a short little idea or headcanon, NSFW or SFW & I will write a short little paragraph for it. You know who all my boys are (or check my masterlist) ;)

I’m feeling a little blocked & i think this will help a lot! Also go submit to @wint3r-h3art too!

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[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Beauty in the Beast 🌝

(well ofc, I'm gonna have😏 to use my Beauty, from my roleplay with @doctorstrangeaskblog)

Beauty in the Beast

synopsis: Sinister Strange has a vendetta. He lost a vital battle to a Variant (the fool believed him dead, naive enough not to understand that his immortal soul was so bound up in his disintegrating reality, so that he couldn't permanently die until it was completely swallowed by the black hole created by its initial incursion)

and now he wants to punish him for that ridiculous audacity. What better way than to hold his lady love hostage? To tease that Strange about his lover's fate, by threatening her safety, health, and sanity.

But once he's gotten his hands upon Beauty Lincoln, she proves anathema to every dark element of Sinister's personality. Completely contradictory to the environment he's dragged her to. Her natural sunniness and optimism upends Sinister's world a little at a time, reminding him what life once was. Making him secretly long to have it back again. Despite his dire intent, she brightens his life in ways he never could have dreamed--and all too soon he finds he's falling in love with her.

For her part, Beauty is astounded. Sinister is so unlike, and yet still like, her Stephen--but once she learns his tragic tale, she can't help but sympathize enough to soften him. To her surprise, she finds this beast of a man bears a deeply buried, sad and lonely heart. That there's a beauty well beyond appearances, and if he is capable of repenting all the evil he has done, perhaps his natural inner beauty will be freed to flow forth.

This could be a tale of redemption. Add a little smut, it could be very angsty, and by the end leave Beauty Lincoln with a nearly unbearable Sophie's Choice.

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[crazycookiecrumbles]

Sinnamon roll 🌝

I'm a thot and a baker, so I would write...hmm, I'm in a ST things mood, so Munson or Harrington sitting in the kitchen while reader is baking and having a filthy daydreaming scenario involving cream cheese icing and a barely-there apron, only to finally wake up and snap out of it when reader puts icing on their nose and asks what's on their mind

OH BUT THIS ALSO WOULD'VE WORKED AMAZINGLY IN MY FRANK CASTLE SERIES. SHIT.

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[cryptidcasanova]

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[wint3r-h3art]

Suit & Tie | S.S

Summary: A lovers’ quarrel turned into something quite (un)expected.

Word count: 3.8K (ahahaha! Ooops!!)

Warning: Just a minor spoiler with the wedding!! Established relationship, possessive behavior, subtle passive aggressiveness, jealous sex, exhibitionism, fingering, praise kink, unprotected p in v sex, suit kink (the suit stays on), inappropriate used of mirror dimension, brat taming, mild dom behavior, face slapping, creampied

A/N: are we surprised I wrote this at all? Honestly, it’s just filth. A long ass explicit filth! Grab yourself some water. Maybe shower afterward.  No beta, so if missed anything, I apologize. If you enjoyed this, please comment or reblog. It means so much! If you like to get update on my future fic, please follow @wint3r-library​

If there was one thing you learned from this was to never tease Strange.

You knew you were treading on dangerous ground when you decided to openly flirt with one of the men there. He hasn’t spoken to you or even acknowledged you, and you were his date–his current lover. You couldn’t help but feel jealous when you knew the type of history they shared. Not to mention that your doctor was looking extra sinful today with that suit after all. It took a lot out of you to just not jump his bone while you two were on your way here. 

You could feel him eying you across the room with that piercing gaze of his, trying to take a sip of that martini calmly as possible when he was feeling all sorts of primal urges to drag you back here and showed everyone who you belong to. He knew it was partially his fault for asking you to come here with him just because he couldn’t face Christine himself. He knew it was unfair for you, yet he still insisted on you coming to this wedding as his plus-one. He just didn’t realize you were going to torture him like this. That sort of miscalculation was the reason that he now had to watch his woman talking to another man.

You let out another laugh, which drew his attention away from his own thoughts. This time, he noticed the young man’s hand was getting a bit too friendly on your waist. A brow quirked as he noticed the way you subtly removed his hand away from you with a polite smile, but he didn’t take the hint. Something inside him clicked. He didn’t mind the harmless flirting. What he did mind was the touching part.

No one touched what’s his.

Stephen chugged the rest of his drink and set it on an empty table before he made his way to you. Jealousy was practically seeping out of his pores as he inched closer to you that you couldn’t help but look his way.

“Doctor,” you breathed, welcoming his solace despite the intense gaze burning right through you. As much as you enjoyed teasing Strange, this little game of yours was becoming too nuisance. You were fine until your silly little pawn decided to touch you without your permission. Strange has made it clear to you many times that he doesn’t like anyone touching you, and you were quite aware of the consequences.

Strange would want retribution.

“Darling,” he forced a smile, the kind where his lips pressed together into a straight line and gave you that knowing look. You noticed the way his jaw clenched tightly that the muscles flickered and strained. His strong arm snaked around your waist possessively as he fiercely pulled you to his side. Warmness radiated off his large body and made your body tingle. The smell of his woodsy cologne filled your nostrils, making your head spin. “I’ve been looking for you.” 

His voice was polite, but there was an edge to it that made your body shudder by the way his voice dropped an octave lower. Your body ached and throbbed.

“Well, I haven’t gone anywhere. Just here. Talking to a friend while you were busy chatting with Christine,” you replied with a smile. 

“I was just catching up with an old friend, that’s all,” he replied back quickly. Stephen narrowed his eyes at the man before him. There was nothing special about him, yet somehow you picked him. The choice itself offended Strange. Surely, if you decided to make him jealous, you could at least pick someone better looking. 

The young man was more than thrilled to meet Stephen, but both of you were too busy engaging in the battle of the will to bother to listen to him. Stephen suddenly took you by the hand before the young had time to finish talking. You tried to pull away, but his grip was stronger. You quickly apologized to the young man for your boyfriend's rudeness. Stephen rolled his eyes at that when he heard him calling after the two of you. With a flick of his fingers, the young man’s drink spilled all over himself, which caused a commotion. 

“You’re being an ass right now, Stephen,” you hissed as he calmly escorted you out of the crowded room and into the quiet hall. He was walking too fast, taking long strides that made it impossible for you to keep up. The murmuring of the wedding guests in the main hall could be heard even if you and Strange were this far away.

“Oh you love it,” Strange muttered back. His grip tightened around your wrist, practically dragging you at this point. His clear sapphire eyes darkened like a raging storm waiting to unleash. With a wave of his hand, Strange opened up the mirror dimension. Reality cracked, shattered like glass as he dragged you inside. If the two of you were going to lash it out here, he’d rather no one heard about it. The perk of being a sorcerer.

You were still fuming to be aware that you were no longer in your world. “You’re being mean,” you whined as you pulled back, but Strange was stronger. With a quick turn, Strange stopped and pushed you against the stone rail. You hissed at the sharp coldness that pressed against your lower back. He caged you in with both arms on either side of you, trapping you there. 

“Said the woman who abandoned her boyfriend.”

“Said the man who can’t get over his ex!” You bit back. You knew how to push his buttons, and right at this moment, you were practically slamming all of them. 

You watched his nostrils flare as he inched closer. The smell of alcohol lingered on his breath as the heat of his body radiated off of him, warming you to your bone. You couldn’t tell if you were scared or aroused at this point. He was looking devilishly handsome, and the fierceness in his eyes was more than enough to get you wet. 

“Choose your words wisely, darling,” he said in a slow and deliberate voice. A shiver rolled down your spine, and your pussy tingled. 

“Or what?” you challenged. The simmering hurt you’ve been feeling all afternoon finally boiled over. “You started this, Stephen. You brought me here so I can watch you gawked over your ex-girlfriend.”

His hand reached out to cup your chin, watching you with half hooded eyes. His expression was unreadable, but whatever he was thinking, you continued anyway. 

“So what if I was a bitch for trying to make you jealous? At least I don’t lie to myself, Stephen.” You were mumbling at the last part as angry tears threatened to fall, but you were better than that. 

He remained silent but his fingers trained down till he reached the column of your neck. Instinctively, your head tipped back slightly, welcoming his touch. His callus fingers grazed just beneath your jawline, leaving your skin with goosebumps in its wake. Your breath shuddered as your rage slowly dissipated into a longing. You wanted–no you were wishing Stephen to curl those long, slender fingers of his around you. The anticipation made you ache terribly that a whine slipped right out of you. 

“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, darling,” he finally said. The gray storm in his eyes still swirling. He was still fuming–still angry at your audacity to humiliate him like that.

“And neither does it look good on you,” you retorted back. Your voice came out no more than a breathless whisper. “But here we are.”

“I will not apologize for the way I acted in front of that man,” he said firmly, his hand trailing down. You let in a sharp intake as he laid his palm flatly against your chest. Your heart beat rapidly, practically bursting out of your chest as you glared up at him. “But, I will apologize for making you feel like I valued Christine more than you…”

You stopped breathing for a moment as your gaze softened. Strange continued, this thumb gently rubbed at your collar bone, eliciting a shaky breath out of you. “Christine will always be a presence in my life, but…she is my past. You on the other hand are my present.” my future.

You swallowed at his admission, realizing how much you have longed to hear those words out loud. How foolish of you to ever doubt him. 

Stephen cradled your face in his hands. “Now do you understand why your little game has become a problem?” You couldn’t answer him. “I always thought you are my good girl, but you wounded me, darling. You wounded me and humiliated me. Whatever shall I do to you?”

His deep baritone voice was smooth like velvet. Each word melted off his tongue with a silent promise. You shuddered at what was to come. 

“Are you going to break up with me?” 

A smirk etched on his lips, cracking his sharp marbled features. His hand was now on the nape of your neck. A sharp exhale left your lips as his lips were only inches away from yours.

“You? Never. You'll always be mine, sweetheart.” 

With that, his lips crushed yours, silencing whatever words you were about to say. Electricity flowed in your veins, buzzing and humming as his tongue danced with you. A low moan reverberated from deep within his chest as he pressed his hard body against your, trapping you there. His name fell from your lips like a breathless incantation as his hand roamed your body. His fingertips dug at your side. 

Strange was kissing you along the jawline now, nipping and licking you without a thought. A surprised gasp tore from your lips while he hiked your leg up, ripping your dress slightly as he pressed his growing bulge right into your core. 

“Stephen…” you managed to mutter before your eyes bulged out when you noticed the waitstaff starting pouring from the reception hall. “Stephen, please they are going to see us.”

He only replied with a grunt before slipping the straps of your dress off of your shoulders and beginning to kiss his way down to your chest. Another shaky breath left your lips as you pleaded with him, afraid to be seen in such a compromising position. 

“Stephen…” you breathed when his lips found your mound. His tongue flickered and licked at the stiff bud. “They’re going to see us.”

“Then let them,” he grunted before he continued to suckle on your breast. 

You whimper at his onslaught upon your senses, and your knees almost gave out when you noticed one of the staff  was walking your way. You clenched your eyes shut as if you could hide your shameless display between your lover. You expected to hear a gasp or a scream, but none. 

As you peered your eyes open, that person simply walked past the two of you as if you weren’t there. Confusion painted your expression as you looked down to find Stephen eyeing you with a knowing smirk but your attention was drawn away when he dropped to his knees, pulling your dress off of you till it pooled at your feet.

The cold air chilled your skin as you stood there feeling exposed. His long slender fingers grazed over the back of your thigh, allowing his short nails to drag into your skin slightly. A soft hiss escaped from you as his lips ghosted over your inner thigh. His hot breath fanned over your skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in its wake. Your pussy was pulsating to your quickening heartbeat, dampening the small flimsy fabric that shields you away from his piercing gaze.

“You’re soaking through your panty,” his voice was no more than a soft tremor as he kissed his way up. It was barely a few inches away from your aching core. His fingers probed and pressed against the clothed slit. You sucked in your breath as he grazed his fingers back and forth, and occasionally, he would push them inside you. It took everything in you to not whimper out loud from his torturous touch.

“Stephen, please. Someone will see us,” you pleaded pathetically. 

A smile curved at the corner of his mouth before he stood up so abruptly. His hands slide to the curve of your ass. “No, they won’t. We’re in the mirror dimension, sweetheart. I control everything here.” 

With a wave of his hand, the scenery before you folded and unfolded, changing the landscape like a kaleidoscope. The stone rail behind you turned into a large panel of a solid wall of glass. You could see cars and buses, even people walking. Yet, they were unaware of the naughty things you and Strange, their beloved sorcerer, were about to do. 

“Then—”

“No one will see us here…Unless you want them to. In that case, I can arrange that as well.”

“No! don’t do that, Stephen!” you protested, trying to push him away, but fail.

A surge of excitement coursed through you when he pushed you backward till your back pressed against the cold hard glass. “Hold on to me,” he said before he lifted you up, causing you to yelp out loud. He hoisted you up higher, his hands slid underneath your ass to hold you as your legs wrapped around his taut waist. His lips found yours once again, kissing with a fervor that made your head spin. His straining erection was distinct, pressing against your pulsating core with a euphoric promise. 

Your body was practically humming and buzzing at this point. The need to have him take you was the only thing you could think of. 

Your attention was pulled back at the soft rumbling. The landscape changed once again as the glass wall slowly turned and folded into what resembled a flat, horizontal surface. Leaning over, Strange laid you there against the see-through floor. The image below was no more than black, moving dots.

The moment you let go of him, Strange quickly tried to shake off his jacket, but you stopped him. 

“The suit stays on,” you bit your lips. You didn’t have to say it twice because his mouth was on yours, and he was hungrier than before. 

His kiss was tongue and teeth. His fingers dug into your arms, making you wince slightly. You laid there with your head slightly dizzy, clearly drunk from his onslaught upon your senses. His hand was now cupping your breast, holding and squeezing it till you let out a muffled whine. 

Tearing his lips away from yours, his mouth lowered to suck on one nipple. You moaned and quivered beneath him. Your hand clenched tightly around his arm. Your head tossed back as a throaty moan ripped right out of your lips. His tongue twirled and flicked over your sensitive bud. Occasionally, he would bite down hard enough to make you hiss before he ran his tongue over it. He repeated this a couple of times until both peaks were erected and straining outward before he moved to press his lips against the space between the valley of your breast.

He released his hold on your breast as he ran his fingers down your rib cage, then lower to your stomach. Further his fingers would go until they reached the juncture of your thighs. A breathless gasp left your lips as he slipped underneath your panty and delved into your welcoming heat. His thumb pressed over your clit, and your body tightened in response.

His lips pulled back into a snarl at the way your wetness coated his fingers. 

“So wet and so needy for me, sweetie. I barely do anything to you,” he teased. His was no more than a rumble that set your nerve ablaze. You whispered out his name again as his fingers entered your warm, silken entrance while his thumb continued to press and circle against that swollen small bundle of nerves.  

It took all of you to pull yourself together to watch him. His mouth was on your breast, sucking and licking your nipple while his fingers worked you, stroking your deeper and closer toward your ecstasy. You cradled his head there as your fingers combed through that perfectly combed salt and pepper hair. 

A low moan rumbled in his chest, sending a soft vibration through you. Your body started to tighten as the coil that sat at the pit of your stomach threatened to snap.

“Baby, I’m very close,” you pleaded in a breathless panting. Stephen growled as he slid his fingers deeper till he was knuckled deep. He was pressing against the spongy spot that made you gasp. He curled his fingers here and there when he withdrew them out of you, eliciting delicious friction that surely pushed you further into the edge. It wasn’t long until you came, straining and spasming beneath him.

Stephen slowly withdrew his hand and watched you with a smirk on his face. He knew he shouldn’t give you the pleasure of cumming, but he couldn’t help the feeling of satisfaction of being the only person that can make you cum without sticking his cock in you. It was an arrogant thought, but he knew he had ruined you for anyone else at this point by the way he spoiled you. 

“You’re a brat, Y/N,” he commented as he sucked on the fingers that were fucking you a few seconds ago. “You’re a spoiled, bratty, little cock slut, you know that?”

You whined as you cracked your eyes open. “I shouldn’t even let you cum. I should have just left you here high and dry, but because I'm feeling generous today, I let you cum. And what do I get in return? Humiliation. Do you think I deserved that humiliation?”

You shook your head frantically.

Strange hand suddenly flew to your cheek with a soft smack. You hissed but the suddenness of it. It didn’t hurt. It was more of a surprise that slowly melted into something more primal. 

“I’m going to ask you again, do I deserve that humiliation?”

“No, doctor,” you whispered, biting your lower lips. You could feel your slick leaking out and rolled down till he gathered beneath you. 

“And what do I deserve?” His pupils were practically blown wide as he stared at you. 

“Me.”

Slap. “Wrong answer, sweetheart. What do I deserve–what do I get from you?”

“My tight little pussy,” you said bashfully. You could feel your face getting hotter at that admission. You weren’t good at dirty talking, but somehow with Strange, it was different. Somehow his authoritative demeanor just made you feel the need to please him any way he wanted.

“Good girl,” he praised and you could feel your heart flutter and soared. He pressed his forward head against yours while he took your hand in his. You sucked in your breath when he pressed your palm against his straining erection. 

His eyes clenched tightly, mouth hung agape as he was rubbing himself against your palm. His breath shuddered here and there when you squeezed him slightly. His eyes flew open when you began to unfasten his pants and slide them down his hips. He was hard and heavy, ready to fuck all the attitude right out of you.

Grasping his shaft with your shaky hand, you gave him a few tugs first before lining himself at your entrance. Your pussy was practically quaking at the anticipation of being filled by him. You let out a unison moan when you pushed the head of his cock inside your swollen pussy. Strange stopped himself for a brief second, muscles strained slightly at the welcoming heat before he surged forward until he was fully sheathed inside you.

Your gasp mingled with his. You almost went over the edge by the way he stretched you out so deliciously, tormenting you with that desirous friction. He was overwhelming you in the best way possible, and you couldn’t wait for him to rail you to another dimension and back. 

His fingers dug into your hips as he began to move. Your eyes widened at the ferocity and the urgency in his pace. His eyes narrowed as a low growl rumbled in his chest. His hands went flat against the space beside her face before he leaned down, pushing himself deeper inside you. 

He withdrew himself all the way back and thrust forward, jolting your body slightly with each re-entry. His gaze burned into yours as your body was preparing for another rapture. Stephen leaned back before he reached down and grasped your legs and draped them over his shoulders. He was so much deeper now that every time he thrust forward, he pushed all the air right out of your lungs.

And just when you thought this was it, Strange slid his hands down underneath your ass and he began to really push into you, hard and forceful, sending waves upon waves of onslaught pleasure soaring through your body.

“Yes, yes, yes. Use me, doctor,” you mumbled in between your breathless panting. You came with a quick shout as he continued to pound into you again and again. Your eyes clenched tightly as your body rode out the orgasmic wave.

His nostrils flared, teeth bared as you squeezed him. Strange’s movement became erratic as he continued to withdraw and surge forward while his hands tightened against your hips. He was so impossibly deep, so far inside you that all you could feel is his pulsating cock driving in and out of your quivering heat.

Then he grunted as his body went rigid above you. Every muscle in his body flexed and tightened. His fingers dug into your flesh as he was practically flushed where your body joined.

“Mine,” he grunted almost animalistic as he came into you. Strange continued to thrust, spurting his cum deep inside you. His release seemed endless. You could feel him seeping out of you with every movement. 

Then he was out of you. 

You winched at the way he was spilling out of you. He was panting as he rolled onto his back. Perspiration painted his forehead. His salt and pepper hair stuck out in various directions.

“I lied,” you mumbled with your forearm over your eyes. “Jealousy does look good on you, doctor.”

Stephen only replied with a groan before he gave your nipple a gentle tug. “Try me again, and I'll have you strung above a building.”

You shivered at that, but you let out a soft chuckle anyway. You knew it wasn’t a threat. You knew what’s capable and willing to do to make his point known, and you fucking love it.

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[tonystarksfavoritedaughter]

🥹 you’re so sweet; I love you so much Linda!

#right back at cha #wint3r h3art #linda <3

[tom-whore-dleston]

Love Galore: Cym as aesthetic

Love Galore - let's play cym, wyr, fmk (feel free to put your own spin on it)

indie: @psychedelic-ink

grunge: @crazycookiecrumbles

soft: @yummymatcha

y2k: @hollandparkersx

dark academia: @wint3r-h3art

light academia: @mothdruid

baddie: @fluffyprettykitty

coquette: @inklore

kawaii: @blackbat05

e-girl: @neganwifey25-blog

fairycore: @give-me-a-moose

cottagecore: @buckybleu

royalcore: @tonystarksfavoritedaughter

I'm pretty sure there's more aesthetics I'm forgetting I'm just having a brain fart bc its midnight where I am 😵‍💫😵‍💫

A Thousand Thank You’s Celebration | Ctrl + SOS Sleepover

#a thousand thank you's celebration #ctrl + sos sleepover #love galore | ctrl + sos sleepover #wint3r h3art #jordan loves linda

[bakerstreethound]

Idk where that hand is going, but I’m just gonna leave it here 👀

LINDAAAAAAAA oh my gosh that cheeky little grin he's giving, letting you know what awaits you at your chamber doors under the dark of the night....but also on a less nsfw note I would love to be wrapped up in his cloak and smooched, imagine being in only his cloak, bare to him as he slides it down your back, placing kisses further down it, sucking marks as he does so, whispering sweet praises and coos to you how lovely you are and wonderous for him before he pulls you to him, grasping your chin giving you such sweet and sensual kisses....

#bring it on darkles #the darkling #the black heretic #shadow and bone #aleksander morozova x reader #the darkling x reader #ace unfiltered #linda look what you've done #wint3r-h3art #mail 💌 #answered #my alleyway

[mothdruid]

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹😘

linda!

"You think I don't hear you?" You stared at him. A heat started to rise in your cheeks, as well as between your thighs. Bradley had been listening to you? The thought of him fisting his cock while listening to you fuck someone else plagued your mind. - neighbor!bradley fic

send me a 🌹for a snippet of a WIP

#moth talk #abby answers #wint3r h3art #/linda #bradley bradshaw #rooster #bradley bradshaw smut #rooster smut

[chicken-fifi]

Two Friends and a Wedding - Gong Yoo Imagine (Prompt)

This is a prompt challenge I’m writing for @wint3r-h3art‘s 1.2K Celebration. Congratulations again for that milestone!

Prompt: Gong Yoo Friends to Lovers/Two Idiots in Love

Word Count: 1,200 words

You were beginning to regret agreeing to be Jicheol’s ‘plus one’ to his friend’s wedding. While the promise of good food and alcohol had most certainly been kept, the constant questions about how you two met and how you two had been dating were beginning to irk you a little bit. Not that the comments weren’t welcome - they gave you something to feed your little fantasy with - but everytime you two would stutter out the response that you weren’t in fact dating and that you were simply best friends since…well since you two met on some fishing expedition that he went on willingly and you were dragged along by your other friend.

Was it too hard for people to accept the fact that a man and a woman could be friends and nothing more? Why did everyone have to think that just because two people of the opposite sex going to a wedding together - in coincidently matching outfits, might I add - were an item, official, in love? Could they see the longing look in your gaze every time you looked at him? Were they able to hear the way your heart beats increased every time his skin grazed against yours - something you had been denying for far too long, often attributing it to the fact that you hate crowded places and would rather be back in the comfort of your quiet, less crowded home with your new kitten? Did they know how you felt about your best friend?

Your thoughts raced until Jicheol poked your arm, mouthing something and pointing in the direction of the crowd of almost all women who had gathered around the catwalk-like stage, aisle? Not quite understanding what it was he was getting at, you gave him a confused look before he shook his head standing up and dragged you with him to the crowd, dropping you off like how you would a kindergartener on their very first day of school and taking a few steps back. You stood there facing in the opposite direction of everyone else, staring at him in complete and utter confusion. Just as you raised your hand - palm open - to question his actions something landed in it, your palm closing around it on instinct.

The entire room began cheering, the crowd behind you congratulating you for catching the bouquet. Jicheol smiled brightly at you, clapping and saying something you couldn’t quite make out over the voices of the other guests and the music playing. Then you heard the announcement for the next thing that would be happening.

“Can we get all the non-married men on the floor for the garter toss?” the host called out.

Your eyes panned over to Jicheol who shook his head and stuck his hands out in denial waving them as if they would keep you away from him; save himself from being dragged out to the growing crowd of men where the women once were. It was no use. You grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the crowd, swiftly letting go and running off, the bouquet in your hand slightly harmed from the movement. It was now Jicheul who turned to look at you - facing away from everyone else in the crowd - as the garter was tossed into the air just as he raised his hand, finger pointed at you. Said finger caught the garter drawing his attention away from you for a brief moment.

The women around you shoved you in his direction as you stood there in shock trying to calculate the odds of this happening - you wonder if Spencer Reid would be able to figure this out. You soon stood before Jicheol - who had been kept in place by the many men who had gathered for the toss. As if on cue, a slow song began playing as the host asked for a round of applause for the couple who would be getting married next - you guys as the tradition goes. The two of you stood there awkwardly before Jicheol cracked and laughed, giving a silly bow and extending his hand. You took it, allowing him to lead you in the dance - something you were surprised to find he was rather good at. The song ended followed by the guest chanting for a kiss from the two of you which sent heat across both of your guys’ cheeks.

Mustering up your courage, you went onto the tips of your toes, hands pressed against his broad chest and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. Jicheol’s eyes widened, face turning to look at you as you fell back to your normal height. His adams apple bobbed up and down as he gulped before cupping your face and leaning down to press a ghost of a kiss on your lips. He pulled away staring at you intently, his gaze never leaving yours despite the many pairs of people coming onto the dance floor as another song began playing. The two of you stood still in the center for a while only moving when an older couple not so subtly danced their way next to the two of you. The older man looked at the older woman before turning to look at Jicheol.

“I remember when we were this young and in love. Don’t you Dear?” he voiced.

The older woman nodded, “Congratulations to the both of you! I wish the two of you a loving and prosperous relationship!”

As soon as they had approached the two of you they danced away getting lost within the sea of dancers. Jicheol’s hand found yours, taking it before tugging you behind him as he maneuvered the two of you out of the crowd and reception hall until you were outside in the somewhat empty hallway. He stopped abruptly causing you to run into his back nearly falling backwards before he steadied you.

“Sorry,” he apologized, quickly letting go and wringing his hands before shoving them into his slack’s pockets. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable back there with the kiss and all. I just- I don’t know what came over me. I’m so sorry and I completely understand if you never want to see my face again.”

“I don’t know what came over me either,” you comforted. “But I’m not upset at it. I liked it. I liked it a lot actually. I like you. A lot. In a more than a friend way. And I have no idea why I’m telling you this. You don’t have to say anything I just needed to get this off my-”

His lips pressed against yours again, silencing you briefly before he pulled away, his forehead pressed against yours as he smiled gently at you.

“I like you a lot too and as much more than a friend.”

A smile graced your lips as your hand rose to cup his cheek, thumb grazing over his skin. Angling your head, you pressed your lips gently against his other cheek before laying your head against his shoulder basking in his warmth before returning to the hall just in time to see the newly wed couple smush cake into each other's faces. Maybe you weren’t regretting coming to this wedding after all.

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