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thedevilsoftruth · 1 month ago

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Gorgeous and cinnamon

B. Barnes x f reader!

Sum: A cute date with the hotie you met online turns into a night of him fucking your brains out after you open up to him about a certain " fella " who did you wrong.

Smut tags/warnings: smutty asf, mentioms of alcohol, first date, reader is kinda implied to be chubby/plus sized, cunnilingus, Bucky's filthy mouth, like a lot of dirty talk... like a lot, flirty/smart ass Bucky, multiple orgasms, biting/clit biting, piv sex, spit, Not beta read!!! By far the most indulgent fic I've ever made.

A/N: The result of Bullet ( me ) listening too way too much Type O Negative for her own good, and also rediscovering Bestkeptsecret and binge listening their audios. This is definitely NOT inspired by them and also Be My Druidess by Type O Negative. ( please listen to that song while reading this. )

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There was this guy you had met on a dating website. His name was James, but he said that his close friends called him Bucky. He was a very polite and well spoken man, but had a tendency to get very sassy. Not only that but he was insanely attractive. He had brown hair that looked a bit outgrown, he had a light beard, beautiful blue eyes, and--strangely enough, had a metal prosthetic arm. He said he had served in the military for a certain amount of time before he was discharged for losing his arm out in battle, which is why he had the prosthetic.

But nonetheless, your date with him had been overall cute and a little bit awkward, but a very good date regardless. You had both had a couple drinks that night, and now, were both in his apartment, sitting on his couch as you talked more about what your lives were like. And this Bucky guy? He was very interesting to learn about.

The apartment was almost completely dark, the only light source being the lamp on the accent table next to the couch and the many candles lit around the room. It was a comfy sort of vibe. The lights casted the room in a faint golden glow, the burning incense giving the apartment a warm, cinnamon-y scent.

As you sat on his bizarrely comfortable white sofa with a glass of white wine in your hands, your past serious conversation about his injury in battle steering into a light-hearted conversation about your past dates.

" Did you ever date when you were in the military? " You asked him with a grin, sipping down on the alcohol in your hands. You imagined it would be hard with how women never trained with men. He chuckled at the question.

" I dated a lot, actually. " He answered, following you by taking a sip of his drink. " I used to be a dog, but now that I'm old, things are a bit different. " He added after he swallowed down the alcohol, smiling at his own joke. You smiled when he smiled, resting your elbow against the headrest of the sofa.

" How old are you, again? " You asked him, unsure if you had even asked him in the past. His brows furrowed and his eyes drifted off yours. He was really hoping that he could avoid that question. For a moment, his mind was sent into a panic before he quickly said, " 37. "

You quirked a brow at him skeptically and took another sip of your wine, smiling.

" You sound unsure. " You teased him, taking another sip before you set your drink down. He shook his head with a laugh.

" No--I--sorry, I just... " He stammered, trying to find the right words without seeming absolutely ridiculous. You were holding back a laugh. " I just turned 37, so I'm still kind of used to saying im 36. " He lied, making gestures with his left hand as his right heald his drink. His finger was lightly tapping against the glass anxiously. He gulped hard before he parted his lips to speak again.

" You're 36, right? " He asked. You snorted.

" Oh god, do I really look that old? " You laughed, leaning forward a bit as you did so. Bucky blinked a few times, tilting his head to the side, afraid that he had just offended you. You noticed the freaked out expression in his face, and you took a sip of your wine and cleared your throat.

" I'm 34. " You told him, this time without all the laughter. He shrugged, feeling slightly better about himself.

" I wasn't that far off. " He smirked before downing the rest of his drink. You let out a tiny laugh at that, running your finger around the rim of your glass. He set his glass down on the table and popped his fingers with a sigh.

" So, what about you? Do you do a lot of dating? " He asked you, looking you up and down. You almost laughed at that too, but really the question was a lot sadder than it needed to be.

" No. " You responded, your eyes drifting off onto the wall. " Fella done did me wrong. " You lightly joked, your fingers curling around the skirt of your blue wrap dress. The smile on Bucky's face faded. Your eyes flicked back onto his, and he didn't really know how to comfort you. So, he reached out for your hand and he ran his thumb up and down your knuckles softly.

" I guess I just got over being alone for so long and decided I needed a new partner. "You told him, blushing as you looked down at your knees. His thumb lightly ghosted over your skin, almost barely there as he gave you a sympathetic smile.

" Not uh... Not a lot of guys would want to go out with a girl who looks like me. " You said quietly, your knuckles turning white as your fingers curled into the fabric of your dress tightly. " Last fella I had broke up with me tellin me he only liked me for my boobs in the first place. "

Bucky felt a slight sting in his chest as you spoke to him. You were scoffing at the thought of it, but he was just left there feeling utterly terrible for you.

" Well that man's a fuckin' idiot. " His hand squeezed yours as he spoke, his eyes looking into yours intensely. His words made you feel something warm inside, and you couldn't help yourself from blushing. " He doesn't know what he's missing out on. "

You looked up at him, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth anxiously. Your eyes locked, and the air around you thickened with tension.

" I think you're beautiful. " He said, blue eyes raking up and down your body before stopping back at your eyes. You gulped hard at the compliment. The both of you were unsure of what was going to happen next, but all Bucky knew was that he was just going to take whatever you gave him and run with it.

" I mean seriously. " He looked you up and down again, his breath nearly catching in his throat as he admired you. " You are the most stunning woman I've ever laid my eyes on. And I've dated a lot of women in my day. "

The second compliment hit you like a freight train, and you found yourself almost wanting to curl yourself in a ball and hide from him out of embarrassed. Not in a negative way, but in a positive way. Not because it was forced or anything but because it felt so real and genuine.

" Thank you. " You responded, bowing your head with a wife smile you tried to hide by biting your lip. Your cheeks felt so hot, and you felt like a fool for getting so worked up over on tiny compliment. But then, you felt his fingers hooking under your chin, forcing your gaze back onto his, and that--that gave you a reason to be so worked up.

" Can I kiss you, gorgeous? " He asked, his voice barley a whisper as he looked down on you with a faint smile. The words, including the pet name--especially the pet name, sent a warm sensation to pool beneath your abdomen. You blinked a few times, a bit reluctant and unsure at first, but you eventually gave in with the nod of your head.

He smiled, and pulled you closer to him, lowering his hand to the side of your neck as he leaned in to kiss you. It was gentle and slow at first. His lips felt so soft and warm against yours that you swore you could melt into him. His thumb slowly began tracing the collum of your throat as his lips pecked yours, pulling at them gently. And then, he titled his head to kiss you deeper, his kisses getting a bit sloppier and wetter by the second. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue darted out to swipe your lips. You eagerly let him in, and the moment his tongue touched yours, a shiver ran down your spine.

Your hand went down to his chest, feeling his heart besting fast against your palm as his tongue moved against yours.

Bucky's metal arm fell down to your hip, gripping it gently as his lips drifted from your mouth, to your cheeks, down to your jaw. You moaned softly as his lips drifted to the crook of your neck. He opened his mouth, grazing his teeth against your pulse point lightly before he began kissing on it.

You gripped his shirt tightly, another little moan leaving your mouth as he nibbled and sucked on your skin. Your moans and the growing arousal in his jeans both told him not to stop, but he couldn't continue on the way he wanted to on the first date. So, he pulled away--rather suddenly.

" I'm so sorry. " He apologized, clearing his throat. " I got carried away. I shouldn't-- " you cut him off.

" Is this what you want? " You asked him, immediately silencing him. He blinked for a minute, confused.

" Is this what you want? " He repeated with emphasis on the word you.

" Yes. Yes, it is. "You responded with the nod of your head.

The second he got that confirmation from you, his lips were back on yours, this time mercilessly kissing you hard. Bucky's metal hand trailed up your plump stomach, caressing your skin lightly before coming up to cup your breast. You moaned loudly into his mouth, your arousal becoming evident in your panties.

" Come here, gorgeous. " He growled into your mouth, picking you up by your thighs and standing up with you in his arms. His strength was unmatched, and the fact that he was able to carry you so swiftly without breaking a sweat honestly freaked you out a bit.

But you wrapped your arms around his neck as he continued to pepper your face with kisses as he carried you off to his room. He opened his bedroom door and kicked it back shut behind him as he walked in. The room was dark, but there was a little led lamp on his bedside table that shun the color blue.

He gently laid you down on the edge of his queen sized bed and kneeled on the ground between your legs. You propped yourself on his bed by your arms, your hands almost slipping on the silky red sheets over his bed. Bucky pushed the skirt of your dress up to your waist, revealing more of your skin to him. His large, rough hands glided down to your thighs.

His eyes flicked up to yours from his spot between your thighs and he gave you a wandering expression as his fingers tugged on your biker shorts.

" Can I take these off, sweetheart?" He asked you in his deep, smooth, sexy voice, his voice sweet enough to persuade you to do anything. You eagerly nodded your head, anticipating the moment you were able to feel his tongue against you.

His fingers swiftly hooked onto your shorts and slid them down your legs.

He could not believe how gorgeous you were. Seriously, he was salivating at his mouth just looking at you.

The moment he looked up and saw the lacy black panties you were wearing, his smile only grew.

" Oh baby, " he nearly growled, parting your plump thighs to get a better look at the clothed pussy he was sure was going to eternally his. " Did you wear these for me? " He cooed, his voice low and deep, almost whisper-like as he ran his flesh hand down your pelvic bone, feeling the lace under his palm.

You looked down, only to have your eyes be stolen by his heated gaze.

Bucky pressed a kiss to your inner thigh sweetly as his fingers slipped down your center, his two middle fingers gliding smoothly between your pussy lips.

Then, his head went back down between your plump thighs like a pretty little sunset, and he planted a soft kiss to your pussy through your panties.

" Mm.. fuck, " he moaned, giving your clothed core another kiss. " Bet this pretty little pussy has been aching for me since you walked in through the front door. " He purred, lightly grazing his teeth against the spot on your panties where your clit would be. You nearly jolted at the sudden contact. Butterflies filled your stomach an you could practically feel yourself getting wetter.

You didn't even have your panties off yet, and he was still able to get you equally as riled up you would be without them by just pressing a kiss to your clit through your panties. His thumb worked beneath his lips, the tip of his thumb gently pushing in and out of you, though not too far with the barrier of your panties. He leaned back, removing his lips from you momentarily while he moved his thumb back up and down your slit.

" Geez, " he chuckled, roughly rubbing your clit in tiny circles, making a tiny moan slip out of you. " You're so wet. " He comments with amazement, tilting his head to the side, looking down at your pretty pussy in awe. " Can't even imagine what she looks like without these on. "

He smirks to himself smugly as he settles his head back between your thighs, like he was proud of what he had just said to you. His lips brushed against your slit, his thumb prodding in and out of you slowly. He pulled his head back for a seconds and then, without warning, spat onto your pretty laced underwear. You were a bit caught off guard by it, since it was also not really something you had guys do to you before. But did you love It? Fuck yes.

He rubbed it in with his thumb, the contact of his thumb moving more liquid around your already soaked folds making you ache. His eyes flick up to meet yours. He can tell you're a bit surprised.

" Did you like that? " He asked, his thumb flicking up and down your clit. Your breath nearly caught in your throat.

" Oh yes. " You responded breathlessly with the nod of your head, your plump thighs squeezing his arm. He smiled.

" Good. " His fingers hooked onto the waistband of your panties, and, without a second thought, ripped them off your legs, leaving you completely bare in front of him.

Once his attention was directed back onto you, his eyes traveled all the way down to your pretty little pussy which was glistening with juices that he couldn't wait to suck off of you.

" Fuck, sugar... " He rasped, running his thumb down your dripping folds. You whimpered softly at the contact, biting your finger, anticipating the moment where he stuck his fingers inside you.

" You're wetter than I imagined. " He chuckled breathlessly, leaning back down between your thighs to lick a long strip down your slit. Your hips shuddered at the touch, nearly jolting at the contact and how good it felt.

For a moment, he stopped speaking, just so that he could really put his focus and attention into you. He was so gentle and slow with you at first, but as he really got into it, he got messier and louder.

He had two thick middle fingers filling your cunt completely as his lips worked on your clit. His fingers kept brushing and flicking against a particularly spot inside of you that made a loud, wet clicking noise as he moved against you. It felt so obscene for you, yet so dangerously good at the same time.

" Hear that, sweetie? " He asked, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he looked up at you. He was totally grinning at you, even if you could barley see him. " So juicy and sweet, baby. " He purrs, flicking his tongue up and down your aching pearl.

" And so wet. Fuck. " He drawled out that last part slowly, the low vibrations from his deep voice sending waves of pleasure through your body. His fingers curled into you deeper, prodding against a spot inside of you that made cute little squelching noises around his fingers. The small detail made you blush deeply and made your little pussy flutter each time he touched you.

And just when you thought things couldn't get better, his lips closed around your tiny bud, sucking at it gently and eliciting a loud moan out of you. You bit on one of your fingers, sending your free hand to slide in the man's hair, tugging at it gently.

" Oh fuck, Bucky, " you moaned gutteraly, your thighs clenching around his face. " Feels so--ah--good. " You were completely breathless beneath him, your words broken up by your desperate, loud moans. He chuckled darkly before he began bobbing his head up and down your pelvic bone, sucking down greedily on your cunt.

You bit your lip, your back arching off the bed, hips bucking towards his face, begging for more. And did he give you more? Oh, yes he did.

His face was completely twisted in pure and utter concentration as he tried to search for your sweet spot, removing his mouth from you for a second so he could focus on your pretty cunt.

His long fingers shifted and moved a little bit further inside of you, and they began lightly making scissoring motions inside you. You mewled loudly, your hands tugging at his hair as his fingers moved inside you. He pulled his fingers back a bit and slowly began flicking his fingers up and down your wet walls, hitting your most sensitive spot perfectly. You let out a surprised gasp, your thighs clenching around his arm as he repeatedly began moving his fingers against your sweet spot.

" Heh. Found it. " He grinned proudly, settling his face back between your legs, licking a long strip down your sensitive folds before flicking up your clit. Your hips began stuttering against his head as he sucked down on your aching bud, his fingers working with his tongue to drive you off the edge.

He stilled his fingers for a moment, keeping them right where he needed but unmoving, before his lips wrapped all around your tiny pussy, and he shook his head side to side. You moaned loudly, your back arching off the bed as he sucked your flesh into his mouth, his fingers beginning to move against you again.

" You like that? " He asked you from between your legs, his eyes flicking up to meet yours through his brows. You panted heavily, your chest heaving up and down with your legs trembling around his face.

You could feel a familiar, warm sensation pool in your lower abdomen, and it became apparent to you in that moment that you were getting close to orgasm. Bucky would sense it too. Given the way your sex was started to contract and pull into his fingers tightly, he could tell that you were almost there.

" Come on, gorgeous. " He encouraged, pushing your legs further apart so he could explore new angles with his tongue. His fingers tried a faster, rougher pace on you, the tip of his tongue flicking up and down your clit. You bit down on the side of your hand to prevent the loud moans that were threatening to escape your mouth.

" Gimme that, " he growled, hitting that sweet spot in you harder. " Come on, pretty girl. Wanna feel you cummin' all over my face. "

And you didn't need further encouragement. Because just like that, within the snap of a finger, you were coming down on him hard, your orgasm hitting you like a car doing 90 miles per hour.

Bucky withdrew his fingers from you and lapped up every little dribble of cum you had to offer to him like it was the best thing he'd ever had tasted. His tongue rolled up your soaked, cum-covered folds, licking up drop in long lines across your slit. You moaned softly as he did so, your hands relaxing against his scalp as your body began to relax.

When he rose back up from your shaking thighs, his chin and nose where glistening with your essence. It was dropping off the little strands of facial hair he had, and he chuckled at the feeling of it as he wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his white dress shirt.

" God, that pussy had some things to tell me. " He joked with a soft laugh, standing from his spot on the floor. He leaned over you on the bed, bending down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips, and the both of you moaned into each other's mouth.

Bucky stood back up and bit his lip as his hands went to his belt buckle. His eyes wandered from the dripping mess between your thighs to the reddened mess that was your face.

" Are you alright with getting fully undressed? " He asked you, taking his leather belt fully out from the belt loops of his pants. You thought about the question for a moment, honored that he was even giving you an option.

" Yes. " You responded, nodding your head along.

" Great. " He said, undoing his black tie by taking it out of it's knot. He tossed the tie somewhere off onto the floor, and his fingers quickly moved to undo the first four buttons of his shirt.

" Stand up and turn around. " He instructed, stepping back to give you some space while he worked on the rest of his shirt. You happily did as told, though rather shakingly and weakly from how he had just treated your pussy.

Bucky's hands coming into contact with your back was not what you were expecting, but you let it happen. His fingers moved down to untie the little bow you had made with the belt of your wrap dress. Looking it it strangely made him happy and he felt bad that he had to undo it. He gripping the puffy sleeves of your dress and gently began rolling your dress off your body until it pooled to your feet

He ran his hands down the sides of your body, his lips hovering just above your shoulder, his breath warm on your neck as he touched you.

Bucky's fingers went to the black laced bra you were wearing, and gently unhooked it, freeing it from your body. His lips latched onto your neck, kissing you gently while he rolled the straps of your bra off your arms. Once off you completely, he let it drop to the floor before he spun you around to face him. He pecked your lips, his metal hand resting on your thigh for a split second, making you shiver under his palm.

" Lay back down on the bed, gorgeous. " He instructed, looking down at you with a smug smile as he unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. You gulped hard, climbing back into his bed, looking at him looking at you. He couldn't keep his eyes off you and how absolutely gorgeous you were, and the same thing went with you towards him.

When he took off his shirt you had noticed a few things. One, he was Incredibly fit--which wasn't surprising considering he used to serve the military, two, he wore what you believed to be his dog tags around his next, and three, he had some really sexy chest hair. He noticed you staring at him; he wanted you to stare.

" Enjoying the view, pretty? " He asked you with a cocky tone, nodding at you with a quirked brow and a complacent smirk. You bit your lip and you looked back up at him.

" I'm enjoying everything you're offering me. " You told him, spreading your legs for him a bit as he unzipped his black dress pants. A deep, amused chuckle rumbled from his chest, filling your ears like honey and gravel.

" Oh, look at you. " He said slowly, his eyes falling down to your pussy and he pushed his pants off. " Being so obedient like the good girl I know you to be. "

Bucky stripped himself of his boxers, kicking his clothes to the side afterwards for more room. Your eyes immediately made contact with his hard, thick cock, beaded with a little white droplet of pre-cum. You could feel yourself salivating at the look of it, and when he began crawling up your body on his bed, you could only feel that hunger for him increasing.

He captured your lips in another harsh kiss, settling himself comfortably between your thighs. You reached your hand out for his cock and gave him a couple of slow pumps. He moaned into your mouth, pleased at the contact. You lifted your hips off the bed, and you let go of him so he could deal with the rest on his own. However, Bucky was a very independent man. He could figure out pretty much anything without even trying that hard.

He slowly inched his cock into you, careful not to hurt you as he stretched you. He sunk deeper into you until he had gotten to a point where he felt like you were comfortable and that he could actually fuck you knowing you were comfortable.

You moaned quietly as he leisurely, slowly rolled his hips against yours, taking all the time he needed. You grunted at places your hands on his broad shoulders, your legs wrapping around his waist, welcoming him deeper into you. The both of you moaned, closing your eyes and giving yourselves to the moment completely.

Your pussy felt so utterly good and perfect wrapped around Bucky's cock. The way you squeezed him so tightly let the both of you know that he was gonna be inside you for a very long time, and he was.

" Oh sugar, that feels so good. " He moaned, sinking his cock further into you, fucking you at a new-found, faster pace. You whimpered softly, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders.

" Fuckin' perfect pussy, right here, that's for sure. " He chuckled, moving his flesh hand between your thighs to toy with your clit a bit. You gasped out loud, your back immediately arching off the bed at the sudden sensation. Loud and wet clicking sounds were heard from your soaked cunt as he increased the pace ay which he fucked you at.

" See? " He panted. " Pussy' tryna tell me something. "

He only got faster.

His cock pushed and pulled out of you, dragging across every single inch of you. Each time he slammed back into you, your moans would only grow. But for a moment, and only for that one night, he hushed you. He put his index finger against your puffy lips, dragging his cock so incredibly close to your sweet spot.

" Shh, baby. Lemme get a listen on her. " He told you before removing his finger from your lips. Once you had reluctantly closed your mouth, he wasted no time than to go further and faster. You bit back a very loud moan, your toes curling in the air as he fucked you hard and deep, just want you needed.

Bucky let his head fall back, his mouth gaping open as he let the sounds of your aching, wet pussy squelching around his cock fill his ears.

" Oh yeah, gorgeous. " He rasped, a wicked laying on his lips. " Fuck, so good for me. " He then praised, leaning down to kiss you, letting himself get loose a bit more and absolutely ruin you. He put his metal hand down on your tummy, keeping it there for a moment while his cock when absolute mayhem on you.

His cockhead kissed and embraced every single spot inside you and filled you oh so sweetly. He was not kind with the sys he moved, either. So when he picked up his pace yet again and slammed into you, he did it hard and it did it fast with little thought put into it.

" You're taking me so well, gorgeous. "He whispered to you, kissing your neck softly while fucking you hard. Your back was arching off the bed, and you couldn't do anything but just lay there, take him and moan nice and pretty. But, at this point, you were ugly moaning. You were choking on your moans, grilling his shoulders, crying out, almost on the verge of tears.

And then, that little warm feeling started to pool at your abdomen, and Bucky was feeling it too.

" You gonna cum soon, pretty girl? " He asked, nibbling at your ear, making you shiver and giving your pussy butterflies. Your nails dug into your back as his cockhead began repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. Eventually you nodded against his shoulder, and that was all he needed.

He took your tiny, trembling hands in his, pinning them down onto the bed next to your head, allowing him deeper penetration. The both of you moaned, and Bucky leaned his head back for a moment, savoring the last few minutes he had inside you.

" Let's try to come together. " He suggests, reaching between your legs to give you an extra push by rubbing your clit in harsh circles.

" Fuck, " you whimpered, your face contorted in pure pleasure, hips stuttering against his. " I'm gonna... Ah, so close. " You barley made out a sentence, but Bucky knew what you were trying to say even through your weak word salad.

" I know. " He rasped. " Me too, baby. "

And soon enough, a little thick, milky white ring came up to form around his cock. Bucky could help but chuckle at it as you came down on him for the last time that night, your own orgasm inspiring his. Once he felt it was time, he pulled out of you and let it all come out on your thick thighs. The both of you laughed and chuckled breathlessly for a moment, trying to process what what just happened between the both of you. And when you had caught your breaths, he caught your gaze and grinned.

" That was amazing. " He told you, leaning in to kiss you deeply. His sweaty, warm palm came up to caress your cheek.

" I want you to do something for me. " He told you, moving his lips next to your ear and nibbling your earlobe. You hummed in response, moving your hair back to give him more access.

" From the day forward, " he began, sucking down on your racing pulse point. " Everytime you touch yourself... I want you to think about me. " Bucky's hand slipped back down between your legs as he continued, picking up your slick on his thick fingers. " And how good it felt to have me between your legs. "

He whispered that last part, his fingers stopping dead at your clit, unmoving.

" Do you understand? "

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bisque-firedvampire · 6 months ago

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Months after both the Blood Hunt and Venom War events…

Dr. Strange: *entering the master bedroom of the sanctum sanctorum in nothing but his cloak of levitation, doing his best attempt at seduction* “Clea Strange: I’ve come to bargain!”

Clea: *On the bed and also naked, doing her best to humor her husband’s attempt by not giggling* “Oh? And what, lowly Sorcerer Strange, do you come to bargain for?”

Dr. Strange: *joining her on the bed* “Why, O queen of the Dark dimension, your first born child, of course…”

Clea: *still trying not to crack up, they’re on take #27 and this is the furthest they’ve gotten yet (she just can’t help it, she loves her man dearly, but she finds earthly mating rituals to be so silly)* “ Is *snk* is that so? And-and what do you have to offer in return?”

Dr.Strange: *cupping her face in his hands, leaning in for a sweet sincere kiss* “an evening so magical it would make even fair Aphrodite blush”

Clea: *leans into the kiss, otherwise she might finally burst; it’s absolutely magical, but as they pull apart for an air break she happens look at the window… and what she sees there turns her love and mirth into embarrassment and terror: a shiny pair of red tapetum lucidum are watching her!* “Gyahhh! STEPHAN! STEPHAN! The window!”

Dr.Strange: *whirls around, beet-red: he sees the blood red eyes too (but that shouldn’t be! that window is dressed to the nines in protective wards, nothing with even an iota of magic should be within 10ft of it!); however, through narrowed angry eyes, he knows exactly who’s peeping on them…* “goddamnit Michael… hold on a second Clea, I’ll be right back.

Dr.Strange: * leaves his cloak with his wife, and storms over to open the window * “By The Hoary Hosts, Michael Morbius! You better have a good reason for interrupting me and my wife!”

Morbius: *three points of contact in a death grip to continue hanging under the window seal, yet gently holding a bundle of something to his chest; he cannot seem to look dr.strange in the eye as he answers, he’s too embarrassed by what he saw* “ζητό συγγνώμη , I promise this is important Stephan…”

Dr.Strange: *still irate* “important? Someone better be out there dying or getting eaten by demons, Michael! This couldn’t wait till morning?”

Morbius: *bundle briefly starts squirming before stopping when he adjusts it* “It has waited for far too many mornings, I am afraid, and neither the Lizard nor I know what to do anymore! I just feel so weak, now and… you know, I nearly fell out of the sky just getting here!”

Dr.Strange: *wary, but puzzled* “look, if you’re just asking for blood, know that I don’t have any for you-“

Morbius: *offended, then in pain as the contents of the bundle latches onto a bare patch of skin; he has to grip the window seal to not fall off* “Ugh! Tis not always about blood, and even if it was this time, it would not be for meeee-Aagh! Why!? Why!? Γιατί τα δοντάκια σας είναι ήδη τόσο κοφτερά ;!”

Dr.Strange: *more concerned now* “would you- would you like to come in to discuss this?”

Morbius: *clearly overwhelmed* “yes!”

Later…

In a Drawing room, seated in comfortable chairs by the fireplace , with everyone dressed and no longer hanging by a window seal:

Dr.Strange: *leaned forward in seat, elbows on knees, and fingers steepled; trying to be understanding* “So let me get this straight: you, and The Lizard, found a baby?”

Morbius: *nods In confirmation, is now holding said baby in a more open position on his lap (mostly so the baby can’t take another bite out of him…)* “Yes, someone left a foundling on our doorstep in a covered bassinet. We waited for του μωρού parents to come back for him for hours, but they never came. Eventually, the child got hungry… and well…” *waggles a bandaged index finger at the baby, the child laughs and tries to reach for it*

Clea: *has an ‘ah-ha’ moment as she points to the small fresh wound on Morbius’s chest* “Wait… are you saying that the infant did that?”

Dr.Strange: *concerned look at the baby: it’s just as plump and cherubic as any other infant, if a little pale…* “Is he… like you?”

Morbius: *looks down at the little bundle of ‘Joy’ with a frown: the baby looks back at him, the fire light catching tiny golden tapetum lucidum, and he smiles a big baby smile, showing off two slightly sharper than average baby-teeth…* “Ehhh, probably? Conners is at home running all the scientific tests, but we will not be sure until the morning. Meanwhile I came here, to you, for a second opinion…”

Clea: “… on whether or not the infant is Undead?”

Morbius: *lips pursed at the idea of ‘undeath’* “Well, I was just going to say ‘Supernatural’… but yes. I did wonder if he would ever have a chance to grow up… to maybe get better…”

Dr.Strange: *understands where Morbius’ concerns come from, tries to reassure his friend* “hmmm… well I can confirm, he is not ‘supernatural’ as you put it; a vampire his size would not have survived all the Wards you traipsed through to get to my window, Michael.”

Morbius: *surprised pikachu face in horror as it dawns on him how careless he was* “ what do you mean ‘survive’…?”

Clea: *trying to distract their guest* “So, how have you been feeding him then? what has his feeding schedule been like? Have you setup a routine for him yet? What names are you thinking about? Did you see if he already had one…

*Clea proceeds to as a thousand questions that just didn’t occur to the poor scientist; (Dr.Strange could absolutely kiss his wife right about now, her distraction is working!)*

#they basically spend the rest of the night like this #getting Michael ready for fatherhood and stuff #they assume that the Lizard already knows a thing or two about child rearing #Michael doesn’t have the heart or the time to tell them about Billy Conners #michael morbius #marvel 616 #morbius the living vampire #The Lizard #dr. strange #clea strange #B negative #baby vampires are cute

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