#stephen glass prompt

[hanasnx]

stephen glass pretends to be a virgin, acting drunk at a work function and begging you to take his virginity, after all it’s ‘so sad’ to be his age and inexperienced… you think he has some kind of magical dick/mouth/fingers (all) because how could sad little virgin stephen be a god in bed? maybe because he’s done the same thing to 15 other women…

anon you had to have known how much i love it when stephen is presented as the little slimy worm he is. cowardly and manipulative and a liar. i eat that right up. you’ve always thought he was cute but you never knew him that well. maintaining a distance at work that acquaintances usually do. you’d say hello, he’d say hi back. exchange some appropriate small talk.

and now he’s seized his opportunity to be alone with you, cornering you at the work function in some little private space, acting like he’s never acted around you before. not black out, but tipsy enough for his inhibitions to be lowered. you two aren’t close enough for this, you don’t know him that well, and yet he’s confessing these shames to you and begging that you help him. you’ve been drinking too, and when that pity and sympathy overrides your better judgement you do as he asks. and you feed off how enthusiastic he is. how eager and excited and happy. acting like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. acting like he’s never seen a pair of tits before, never touched ‘em. reverently touching you, cherishing your curves, ravishing you with his eyes

and while you’re talking, keeping your legs spread, two of his curious fingers stroke through your slit to watch you shiver and falter in your statement. dips in when you’re not expecting it, and makes your breath hitch. tells you how he can’t wait, he wants it now, and suddenly you’re riding your coworker stephen glass with his dick poking just out of his pants, getting his lap wet

[mrschristensen]

Kinktober Day 14 (10/14): Blowjob starring Stephen Glass

Kinktober Masterlist

WARNINGS: smut (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK), female s/o, switch Stephen/switch s/o, blowjob, mommy kink, pet names (babe, baby), lmk if I missed any!

synopsis: It was a normal day for the couple, and they decided to play some Monopoly after work since it was Steve’s favorite game. However, things take a rather… intimate turn.

WC: 429 words

Sometimes things happen after careful analysis, research, and consideration. Other times, frankly most times, things happen because someone goes, “Screw it” and they just decide to wing it instead. A lot of people usually choose the second option ninety-nine percent of the time. Some actions taken as such may be more consequential than others, while there are some that are a lot more rewarding in contrast. This one, for sure, was way more rewarding.

“C’mon, Steve!” she groaned, watching as he grinned sheepishly as he claimed Boardwalk. She always loved taking it since she started playing when she was young, for no particular reason, and if she didn’t get to it first, Steve would take it to rub it in her face.

He chuckled shrugging, “Sorry, baby… Guess the universe is on my side tonight.”

“Oh yeah, sure,” she retorts, huffing before rolling the dice. She moves her spot, playing her turn, before hesitating for a few moments. “…Screw it.”

Stephen’s brows furrowed slightly when he heard her mutter, and before he could respond, she was underneath the table. The smile he had on widened, thinking she was trying to hide herself. “You have to hide your face because you’re so mad?” he teased, but he gasped and his eyes widened when his pants were swiftly pulled down and his cock sprung free. His hips jolted slightly in panic, but her warm hands kept him in place, licking long, taunting lines with her tongue on his tip.

“Baby,” he breathed out, his hands immediately darting out to grip her hair. He could feel her smile against his tip, before taking him all the way.

His head threw back in pleasure, whimpers and whines escaping his plump, pink lips. Tears prodded at his waterline, making his vision through his glasses a bit blurry as they threatened to fall. She was so skilled with her mouth, it felt so good that it hurt.

“…Mommy,” he whined, his hips bucking into her mouth and making her gag slightly. She always gave head like a champ, but she was just too damn good at it. It was intoxicating, addicting.

“I’m close, mommy,” he moaned after not too long, already overstimulated from all the attention and pent up feelings from the day. She hummed around his length, giving permission, and he shot his cum into her waiting mouth.

He panted heavily afterwards, watching as she came back up from underneath the table and smiled, licking the remaining cum dripping off the side of her mouth.

He breathily laughs, “You’re so gonna pay for that.”

[speaknow-sw]

𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒦𝒯𝒪𝐵𝐸𝑅 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦

10/10/2024, Prompt : Bondage & Puppy Play with Stephen Glass

A/N : mdni, puppy play, bondage, pet play, overstimulation, collaring, leashing, mommy kink, master/pet.

Second fic ! First of a list of long kinktober fic for y’all to eat it up. Enjoy this one cuz it might be my favorite.

𝐸𝒶𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓉

« Get your puppy costume » you sighed 

Stephen's heart sinks as your command reaches his ears. He knows that tone all too well - he's in for a treat tonight. He stands up from the chair, his feet padding against the hardwood floor as he walks to the closet. Inside, he finds the puppy costume you picked out for him.

The costume consists of a padded black collar, a matching leash, and a fluffy tail plug. Stephen's hands tremble as he fastens the collar around his neck, the cold metal rubbing against his pale skin. He attaches the leash, letting it dangle by his side.

Next, he retrieves the tail plug from the drawer. It's larger than the one he usually wears, and he knows it'll be a challenge to take. But he can't let you down. With a deep breath, he inserts the plug into his tight hole, whimpering as it stretches him out.

Once the plug is secure, Stephen stands up and turns to face you. "All done, mistress," he says softly, his voice laced with a mix of fear and excitement. He holds the leash in his hand, waiting for you to grab it and lead him around like the puppy he is.

Stephen's cock twitches in his panties, already half-hard from the anticipation of what's to come. He knows you won't be gentle with him tonight, and the thought sends a shiver down his spine. He's ready to be your plaything, ready to be used and abused at your leisure.

You took out ropes and the leash tugging him gently toward the bed. Stephen's heart races as you points to the bed with the ropes in your hand. He knows exactly what's coming, and he can hardly contain his excitement. He follows you to the bed, the padding of his feet echoing off the walls as he walks.

As soon as he reaches the bed, you grabs the leash and pulls him closer. You attached the leash to a hook on the wall, leaving Stephen standing there, exposed and vulnerable. You then started to circle him like a predator eyeing its prey, ropes in hand.

Stephen's breath hitches as you begins to tie him up. You wrapped the ropes around his wrists, securing them behind his back, and then does the same to his ankles. Once he's completely immobilized, you stepped back to admire your handiwork.

"Good boy," you purred, your voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Now, let's see how well you can handle the ropes, shall we?"

Stephen nods eagerly, his eyes wide with anticipation. He knows you will test his limits tonight, pushing him to the edge of his pain threshold. But he's ready for it, ready to be your willing plaything.

As you continued to tighten the ropes, Stephen's body tenses, his nonexistent muscles straining against the bonds. The pain is intense, but it's mixed with a sense of pleasure that he can't quite explain. He loves being at your mercy, loves knowing that you have complete control over his body.

Once the ropes are as tight as they can be, you stepped back and admired you work once more. Stephen's body is stretched out, his pale skin marked with red lines from the ropes digging into his flesh. He's panting heavily, his cock throbbing and leaking on the floor.

"You look so pretty like this," You cooed, running a finger along Stephen's jawline. "Now, let's have some fun, shall we?"

Stephen gasps as he feels your hand wrap around his sensitive balls, squeezing them roughly. His hips jerk forward involuntarily, seeking more of your touch. You chuckled darkly, your fingers dancing along his shaft, teasing him with feather-light strokes.

"Ahhh! M-Mommy, please," Stephen whimpers, his voice high-pitched and needy. His cock throbs in your hand, the head already slick with precum. Your touch is electric, sending jolts of pleasure through his body.

But just as quickly as it started, the pleasure turns to pain. Your grip tightens around his balls, twisting them in your palm. Stephen cries out, his back arching as much as the ropes will allow. Tears spring to his eyes, rolling down his flushed cheeks.

"S-Stop! It hurts!" he sobs, his voice cracking. But you ignored his pleas, continuing to torment his most sensitive parts. Your fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking it roughly, the friction almost too much to bear.

Stephen's mind is hazy, lost in a fog of pain and pleasure. He can feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening, ready to explode. But you won't let him cum, not yet. You slowed your strokes, denying him the release he so desperately craved.

"Please, mommy," Stephen begs, his voice barely above a whisper. "I need it. Please let me cum."

But you just smiles, your eyes glinting with sadistic glee. "Not yet, my little puppy. We're just getting started."

« Bark » you giggled tormenting him. Stephen's face flushes with humiliation as he hears your command. He knows what you wants, and it's not something he's comfortable with. But he can't disobey you, not when you has him tied up like this.

"Ruff," he whimpers, the sound barely audible.

Your laughter rings out, echoing through the room. "Louder, puppy. I want to hear you."

Stephen takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what he's about to do. "Ruff!" he barks, the sound louder this time, but still lacking any real enthusiasm.

You tsked, shaking your head in disappointment. "Is that the best you can do? I thought I trained you better than that." You reached down and gives his cock a hard squeeze, causing him to yelp in pain. "Let's try again, shall we?"

Stephen's heart races as he realizes that he'll have to do better. He can't let you down, not when you’re expecting so much from him. He takes another deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the effort.

"Woof! Woof!" he barks, his voice louder and more animated than before.

Your face lights up with a wicked grin. "That's more like it! Keep going, puppy. Show me how much you love being my little pet."

Stephen continues to bark, his voice becoming more enthusiastic with each passing second. He feels like a fool, but he can't stop. He's completely at your mercy, and he knows that if he doesn't comply, there will be consequences.

As he barks, he can feel his cock throbbing in your hand, the pleasure and humiliation mixing together in a dizzying rush. He's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but at the same time, he's never felt so alive. He loves being your plaything, loves knowing that he's bringing your pleasure.

"Good boy," You purred, your fingers stroking his cock more gently now. 

« Aww look at you… a good little puppy. What else can you do to earn your release ? » You chuckled stroking his hair. You clipped two little dog ears in his curls. 

Stephen blushed deeply as you gently places the dog ears in his hair, his face burning with embarrassment. The soft fabric tickles his scalp, making him squirm in his bonds. He knows that you’re trying to humiliate him, trying to break him down and make him beg for your approval.

"What else can I do, mistress?" he asks, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and desire. "I want to earn my release, please tell me what you want."

Your smiles, your fingers trailing down his cheek, tracing the curve of his jawline. "I want you to beg for it, puppy. I want you to beg for your release like the good little pet you are."

Stephen's heart races at your words. He knows exactly what you wants, and he's more than willing to oblige. "Please, mommy," he whimpers, his eyes locked onto yours. "Please let me cum. I've been so good for you, I've done everything you asked. Please, I need it so badly."

Your smile grows wider, eyes sparkling with delight. "That's it, puppy. Beg for it. Show me how much you want it."

Stephen's body trembles with need as he continues to beg, his voice growing more desperate with each passing second. "I'm your good little puppy, mistress. I'll do anything you want, just please let me cum. I'll be such a good boy for you, I promise. Please, please, please..."

His words trail off into a series of whimpers and moans, his cock throbbing painfully, begging for release. He can feel the pressure building, his balls tightening as he teeters on the edge of orgasm.

Your hand speeds up, stroking his cock with renewed vigor. "You've been such a good puppy, haven't you? You deserve a reward."

With those words, Stephen loses all control. His body convulses, his cock erupting in a torrent of hot, sticky cum. He howls with pleasure, his voice raw and animalistic.

You continued to stroke him quickly, milking him. You chuckled at his face, his hazy eyes and hanging tongue from pleasure. With your other hand you played with the plug tail in his asshole.

Stephen's body jerks and spasms as you continued to stroke his oversensitive cock, milking every last drop of cum from his throbbing member. His vision blurs, his eyelids heavy with exhaustion and pleasure. Drool escapes the corner of his mouth, his tongue lolling out obscenely as your skilled fingers prolong his intense orgasm.

"Ah! Ah! M-Mommy!" he gasps, his voice hoarse and breathless. "It's too much! I can't... I can't take anymore!"

But you doesn't stop, her hand moving in quick, efficient strokes. Stephen's cock twitches and pulses, his balls empty and aching. He whimpers and whines, his body writhing against the ropes that bind him.

Suddenly, he feels your other hand at his rear, playing with the tail plug nestled snugly in his stretched hole. The added stimulation is too much for Stephen's overwrought nerves.

"No! No more! Please, I'm s-sensitive!" he begs, his voice breaking on a sob.

But you just laughs, your fingers teasing the base of the plug, sending shockwaves of painful pleasure through his core. "Shh, puppy. Be a good boy and take it," you cooed, your voice sickeningly sweet.

Stephen's eyes roll back, his body going limp in the ropes as he surrenders to the overwhelming sensations. Tears stream down his face, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He feels like he's floating, drifting in a sea of ecstasy and agony.

Finally, mercifully, you stopped. You released his spent cock, allowing it to flop against his thigh, slick with cum and sweat. Stephen whimpers as the cool air hits his hypersensitive flesh.

"There, there," You crooned, wiping the tears from his cheeks with surprising gentleness. "You did so well, my little puppy. Such a good boy." Stephen can only nod weakly, his mind fuzzy.

You smirked fidgeting with his plug tail. Stephen's body tenses as he feels you fiddling with the tail plug nestled between his cheeks. His overstimulated nerves send sparks of pain and pleasure throughout his body, making him whimper and squirm in his restraints.

"N-No more, please," he begs, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't take it anymore."

But you ignores his pleas, your fingers teasing the base of the plug, pulling it out ever so slightly before pushing it back in. Stephen gasps, his hips bucking involuntarily as the movement stimulates his prostate.

"Ah! Oh, god..." he moans, his eyes fluttering shut as he tries to process the overwhelming sensations.

You continues your relentless teasing, alternating between pushing the plug in and pulling it out, all while twisting and turning it inside him. Stephen's body writhes against the ropes, his muscles straining as he fights against the need to cum again.

"Please, mistress, I beg you…I can't... I can't take it anymore," he sobs, his voice breaking with desperation. "Too…t-too much..."

But you just smirked, your eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Oh, but you're doing so well, puppy. Look at you, squirming and begging for more," you purred, your fingers never ceasing their tormenting movements.

Tears stream down Stephen's face, his body trembling with exhaustion and overwhelming sensation. He feels like he's on the verge of a breakdown, his mind unable to cope with the constant stimulation.

Suddenly, you removed the plug entirely, leaving Stephen's hole gaping and exposed. He gasped, his body convulsing at the sudden emptiness. But before he can catch his breath, you plunged the plug back in, twisting and turning it mercilessly.

"Ahhh! No! Stop! Please!" Stephen screams, his voice raw and desperate. But his cries fall on deaf ears as you continued your cruel game, pushing his body to its absolute limit.

You continued to do so while squeezing his balls gently. His body convulsed as your fingers wrapped around his sensitive balls, squeezing them gently as you continued to torment him with the tail plug. He lets out a choked sob, his hips bucking wildly against the ropes that bind him.

Stephen cries out, his body arching as the pain and pleasure mix together, creating a dizzying cocktail of sensation. He feels like he's being torn apart, his mind unable to process the constant onslaught of stimulation.

You continued her relentless assault, alternating between squeezing his balls and twisting the tail plug inside him. Stephen's cock twitches and throbs, dribbling precum despite his overstimulated state.

"I'm going to cum!" he warns, his voice high-pitched and panicked. "Please, please don't make me cum again. I can't take it!"

You just laughs, your fingers moving faster, harder, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. "Cum for me, puppy. Cum like the good little pet you are," you commanded, your voice dripping with sadistic glee.

His body tenses, his muscles locking up as he teeters on the brink of orgasm. He squeezes his eyes shut, tears streaming down his face as he tries to fight against the inevitable.

"No! No, please! I don't want to!" he sobs, his voice breaking on a desperate plea.

But it's too late. With a final, brutal twist of the plug, Stephen comes undone. His cock pulses and throbs, shooting ribbons of cum across his stomach as he howls in agony and ecstasy.

You stroked his hair and back, kissing his forehead gently, praising him sweetly.

As Stephen's orgasm subsides, his body goes limp, held up only by the ropes that bind him. He's panting heavily, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. Tears continue to flow down his face, staining his flushed cheeks.

You unclipped the leash from the wall and walks around to the front of the bed. You gently stroked Stephen's hair, your touch a stark contrast to your earlier cruelty. You leans down and presses a soft kiss to his forehead, your lips lingering on his skin.

"You were so good for me, puppy," you whispered, your voice a soothing balm to his battered senses. "I'm so proud of you. You took everything I gave you like a champ."

Stephen whimpered, his eyes fluttering open to meet your gaze. Despite the pain and exhaustion etched on his face, there's a glimmer of adoration in his eyes. He loves being yours, loves knowing that he's brought her pleasure.

"Thank you, mommy," he murmurs, his voice weak and hoarse. "I love being your puppy. I love making you happy."

You smiled, your fingers tracing the curve of his cheek. "And I love having you as my puppy. You're such a good boy, so eager to please. I'm going to untie you now, okay? And then we can cuddle and rest together."

Stephen nods, his eyelids heavy with exhaustion. As you begun to undo the ropes, he feels a wave of relief wash over him. He can't wait to be in your arms, to feel your warmth enveloping him.

Once the ropes are off, you helped Stephen to his feet, supporting him as he wobbles and sways. You guided him to the bed, and he collapsed onto the soft mattress, his body aching and sore.

You crawled in beside him, wrapping your arms around his trembling form. You pulled him close, pressing a tender kiss to his temple. "Rest now, my precious puppy. You've earned it."

[trans-yllz]

a single log bridge til its dark is indeed not bad

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[rafesslxt]

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[scarletttries]

NSFW Headcanon Request: Steven Grant (Moon Knight)

Steven Grant + Sex Tape: (prompt list here)

(part two of these 'recording' headcanons)

- After the heart-warming success of his first accidental intimate recording with you, Stephen would find himself revisiting that tape over and over again. Any time you have to leave him for a weekend alone, out comes his little camcorder so he can eagerly relive that special night and try his best to make up for missing your touch that night.

- But as much as he loves that precious gift you left him, he can't help but want to make a new one, something you both create together and maybe even equally could enjoy together on another night. He wouldn't be able to ask out right though, instead he'll drop a dozen tiny hints, mostly about how much he loved that first tape, and how incredibly beautiful you look when he's making you feel good, and how much he loves you, and loves having that precious memory documented to relive over and over.

- You'd of course give in to his less than subtle suggestions pretty quickly, his response to your video just the sweetest thing you could have imagined, and feeling so safe with Steven that you don't have a single worry about that footage going anywhere, or looking less than perfect, or anything like that because you know that man respects and worships every cell of your being.

- You pick a date for your very special date night, picking out a new set of lingerie for the occasion (and because it's so fun to surprise Steven with something new and watch his little brain immediately melt down to a mumbling mess.) By the time you get to his flat there's more candles lit than in a cathedral, and he's spent a week's pay of a very special bottle of wine that you once got as a present and so generously shared with him, on a night you two passed giggling sweet nothings to each other.

- After a glass of that sweet thoughtful gesture you two find yourselves all hands again, so giddy with excitement as you stumble towards the bed that you almost forget to turn on the camera, Steven reluctantly pulling himself away from your lips just long enough to oh so kindly ask,

"Love, are you sure you're alright with this? We don't have to if you're worried at all, I'm just so grateful that I even have one video of you. Or that I get to do this with you at all." You cut him off before he can start monologuing about what a privilege it is to be in your life in any role, the lovestruck man staring at you with stars in his eyes, so in awe of everything about you.

- You suitably reassure him that you feel just as lucky to love him, and finally you start the camera filming, pulling him towards you until you're confident he's framed in the shot, slowly moving your lips to his neck. As you lick and kiss your way along his throat, drawing soft strangled sighs from the nervous boy, your fingers trace down his shirt and start pulling it at his buttons one by one, until finally you can push it off his shoulders and reveal his broad chest to you and the camera. You can't stop yourself from running your hands over his muscles, looking forward to rewatching this moment and stopping Steven from folding inwards or hiding himself from the camera. You can tell he's still up in his head a bit, not as passionately exploring your form like it holds the secrets to the universe the way he usually does.

- Trying to draw his focus, you tip him back on to bed and climb on top of him, pulling your dress over your head and giving him a full view of the special outfit you had on underneath. His jaw drops and his eyes practically shoot out of his head as he starts excitedly babbling about how 'truly perfect you look' and how 'every colour seems to have been made for you', and suddenly his stage fright is forgotten and he's pulling you back in for a kiss as his fingertips trace along the lacy fabric, before slipping underneath your panties and rubbing slow circles against your clit. You find your hips moving in time with his rhythm, the excitement of knowing Steven would be able to watch this moment again enough to heighten the sensations. As your temperature starts to rise and your thighs start to twitch you make a point to arch your back and gasp out his name for the camera, immediately earning a groan from Steven as he starts to buck against your hips.

- You pull his fingers out of you with a whimper, and make quick work of undoing his belt and sliding his pants down his legs until his manhood springs free, letting you take a long slow lick of him that has Steven panting and begging for more. As you slip your lingerie to the side, mounting his lap and hovering just above his leaking tip, you notice his eyes drift behind you, the red blinking light pulling him back to reality from his throws of passion.

- Less than pleased that Steven is able to look anywhere but up adoringly at you, you slam your hips down against his, taking his full length in one breath and clenching down on him at the deliciously full feeling of having him buried inside of you. Right on cue his turns his attention back to you, gazing up at you in shock as you cup his face in your hands and state very clearly in your most seductive pur,

"Now Steven, the least you can do is keep your eyes on me."

"I'm sorry love, I just remembered about the - but it doesn't matter, I promise, I only want to look at you." Taking mercy on him, you start to roll your hips, before you finish your negotiations,

"That's good to hear, because any time you look at that camera, I'm going to stop moving." You pause your riding in emphasis as his gaze turns pleading, nodding quickly and begging you to move, promising to be good as you go back to sliding your hips against him, drawing out louder and louder groans that start to fill the room around you. You watch as his eyes trace along your content face, your bouncing chest, your wiggling hips, and finally your glistening entrance where he can see himself glide in and out of you, your own excitement dripping onto him with each thrust. It's almost too much to take and he feels his climax quickly approaching, his fingers returning to strum against your clit as he tries to hold off his release. Then his eyes dart behind you for a split second and suddenly his building pleasure starts to drop as you still your hips, desperate apologies falling from his lips in a plea.

"I'm sorry love, I didn't mean to, please keep going, you feel so incredible..." His core is aching with the tension bubbling inside it, so close to release and having no choice but to let you sit there on his throbbing erection until you see fit to forgive him. Luckily for him it's very hard to act mad at those puppy dog eyes, and when his touch feels so good between your thighs you know you won't be able to hold off much longer either.

- "I just need you to keep those beautiful eyes on me okay Steven?" You sound merciful, and he lets out a sigh of relief, until you add "and definitely don't let them close."

He's about to ask what you mean when suddenly you start bouncing on him with every ounce of strength in your thighs, riding him faster and harder as you feel him start to tense beneath you. He keeps his eyes firmly locked on yours, mouth hanging open in sheer ecstasy as he watches the confident smile on your face start to fall into an o as you get closer and closer the edge. He works you with his fingers, holding back his own climax and praising you as you climb higher and higher, finally crying out his name as your wall clench around him, your whole body shaking with the overwhelming release as pleasure washed over you. Steven is right behind you, his hips lifting up off the bed as he erupts inside you, legs trembling and hands clutching at your waist, making sure you can't possibly climb off of him.

- You collapse against his chest, resolved to spending a little longer with him deep inside you, Steven's arms only coiling around you tighter as he presses soft kisses to your forehead and pants out that he loves you so bloody much.

- It takes a little while for either of you to get up to turn off the camera, Steven finally volunteering to leave the bed, only to grab the camera of its stand, step back towards you, aiming the lens at your satisfied face before letting it drift down your spent body, stopping when he sees his own load drip out of from between your legs and feeling himself start twitching with excitement again. The last sound the camera picks up is Steven mumbling quietly to himself, "how did I ever get this lucky?"

[bcyhoods]

lovefool — “you’re welcome to stay, if you want” w eddie!!

librarian!reader is always calling my name so i needed to do something before i combusted | 1.1k fem!reader

Eddie’s got his feet propped up on the study table and his chair teetering on its hind legs. The dull sound of his rings tapping the hardcover in his hands fills the immediate space. Despite the fact that he’s actually read this particular horror novel at least thrice before, today it only serves as bookworm-ish guise.

The boy aimlessly flicks through the pages, eyes reflexively leaping over entire paragraphs to peak over at the reception desk. With each glance, he feels his heart start racing, his stomach starts flipping. And it has nothing to do with Stephen King, everything to do with you.

You’re sitting behind the polished wood with a pair of deep auburn-colored reading glasses perched on the bridge of your nose. Every so often, they slide down and prompt you to scrunch the muscles in your face and wiggle them back up. Whenever you ultimately give up and push them back into place with your finger, Eddie smiles to himself.

The pair of you have spoken quite a handful of times, but it only took Eddie seconds within that first interaction to be smitten. You’d worn a pretty color on your lips, an even prettier smile behind it. Your eyes lit up upon seeing the tower of Tolkien novels he’d placed in front of you to check out, then you’d complimented his taste, then his hair. Then as if to seal the deal, you reached underneath the desk to retrieve a flimsy bookmark with a map of Middle Earth and placed it on top of the stack.

Now, he’s proud to be a frequent library-goer. Admittedly he feels a little silly about it, at first. But the flash of recognition that crosses your face before you wave at him makes him forget.

You float through the building, burning hot under his watchful eye, shutting off yellow desk lamps and bidding farewell to patrons with a sweet smile. The closer you get to him, the more the familiar aroma of cigarettes and his cologne seem to engulf you. It’s your turn now to have your heart beat erratically in your chest.

“Hi, Eddie.” Your saccharine voice cuts through the silence and has him immediately closing his book. He gazes up at you, big brown eyes boring right into yours. Like he knows you’re about to swat his feet, he grins and kicks his legs down onto the floor.

“Hey,” he sighs out.

“Carrie’s that good, huh? ”

Eddie’s head twists in confusion. It’s like your presence sent him face first into a stupor, and now he’s racking his brain trying to figure out what you were asking. Only when you smirk and point at him does he realize you’re talking about the book. The book that’s in his hand, that he was meant to be reading this whole time.

“Oh! Yeah, Carrie,” he confirms with a gummy smile as he waves the novel up, “What can I say? The lady calls to me. You finished it yet?”

You wince at the question. A few weeks ago you’d each recommended each other a book, per Eddie’s suggestion. He’d read your recommendation within the week, returning it with a broad smile that made you feel giddy. It’s taken you a little longer. He sees it all over your face and gasps.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t read it, yet? You’re really hurting my feelings here, sweetheart.”

The nickname makes your heart catch in your throat and stumble on your words for a second. “It’s—I just…I started it! I promise. I just haven’t had time to read the whole thing,” you explain through a shy smile.

Eddie chuckles at your suddenly bashful demeanor before an idea pops into his mind. Even thinking about it makes him blush. He doesn’t give himself much time to dwell on the idea of your rejection before he’s blurting it out.

“I can read it to you.”

You watch him, surveying his expression to find any hint that he’s joking. But he’s got a doe-eyed look on his face. He’s dragging one of his rings across the curve of his lips with uncertainty.

“You’d…? You’re kidding,” you decide matter-of-factly.

He vigorously shakes his head, hair flying in every direction as he throws his hand over his chest. A bright smile shines across his face. “Cross my heart. I’ve been told I got a shot in the audiobook industry. Might even hear me on one of those little cassettes in the future.”

The boy is lying through his teeth. It’s rare that someone indulged in a positive conversation with him, let alone complimented his voice. Though, it makes you huff out a laugh, maybe a little too loud for a library setting and he swears his heart is about to break out of his rib cage.

You nod at him rather emphatically and agree, “Must be your charisma.” Your hand drops to pick at the chipped wood of the table and your gaze drops with it to hide from him.

“Hey, your words.” He tosses his hands up in the air, smugness tugging at the corners of his mouth. He clears his throat before asking, “What do you say? Think it’d be good practice for me to have a live audience.”

He looks so genuine, a soft expression taking over rough features. His leg bounces under the table with anticipation. His fingers move to where yours are, and he hesitantly reaches his pinky to your own. It’s just a tap, but it sends a tingle up your entire arm and has you reciprocating the touch.

He’s making it so hard for you to say no. You glance up at the clock on the nearby wall and frown. “Well, right now I’m kinda supposed to tell you that the library closes in a few minutes.”

Eddie spares a glance behind you and realizes that he’s the last person on this floor, maybe the entire building.

“Oh. Yeah, well…some other time.” His shoulders sink just slightly before he’s standing upright and smiling at you. “I’ll get out of your hair, m’lady.” He bends at the waist to bow at you, waving his arms theatrically.

You’re smiling at him again, something warm and entirely too sweet. As he turns to the exit, you feel something tug at your chest. Like he’s taking a piece of you with him. It has you calling out before you’re able to stop yourself.

“Eddie?”

He twists back and hums.

“You’re welcome to stay, if you want. I mean I’d love to take you up on the offer, if you don’t mind following me around while I reshelve some returns?” A nervous laugh falls from your mouth as you hitch your thumb towards the non-fiction shelves. Eddie spots your other hand still picking at the chipped wood.

He beams at you with flushed cheeks and a puffed chest.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

[infiniteeight8]

Trying to figure out what to prompt. I mean, I've got a list, but one must exercise moderation. So... hmm, going to ask for a continuation, I think.

Specifically a continuation to one you wrote way back in May - Tony sees Stephen in dreams before they meet (https://archiveofourown.org/works/56710720).

Excited for you to be back! I love your writing!

Thank you! Glad to be back. And prompts are loved, but moderation is also appreciated. 😄

This is less a sequel and more of a companion fic, I think. We get Stephen’s POV here.

The first fic in this mini-series is here.

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Meditation is the first thing anyone learns at Kamar-Taj. Both the regular type of meditation and the special kind of meditation that the Masters say will widen a sorcerer’s access to dimensional energy. 

They warn him that the practice may open other connections. “Report any unusual experiences, thoughts, or dreams to Master Gurung,” his teacher says. “There are predators and malevolent spirits that could take advantage of the increased openness of your minds.”

Stephen swallows a scoff. Despite his experience with the Ancient One, his instinctive reaction to most things at Kamar-Taj is still disbelief. All of this is real, he reminds himself. Still, he doesn’t expect any ‘unusual experiences, thoughts, or dreams.’

The night after his very first meditation lesson, Stephen has the most vivid dream of his life: Tony Stark sits in a workshop of steel and glass, surrounded by holograms, AC/DC blaring. 

That’s all. Nothing happens. But when he wakes the dream is sharper, brighter, more real than a memory, and Stephen has an impressive memory. He reports it to Master Gurung immediately, as much because he’s unsettled as because he’d been told to.

“You’ve formed soul connection,” Master Gurung says.

Stephen frowns. “Soulmates are real?”

Master Gurung makes a dissatisfied noise. “That is an oversimplification. Soul connections form for many reasons. Sometimes those are romantic, yes, but more often the souls involved have travelled together in previous lifetimes, or they are bound together by some immense event, past or present.”

‘Immense event’ doesn’t sound like a good thing. Stephen would almost prefer a romantic connection. “Does it run in both directions?”

“Yes,” Master Gurung says.

Well. Stephen will have to study fast; Stark doesn’t seem like the type to write off dreams like these, and Stephen refuses to be an ignorant student when he arrives.

[cosyvelvetorchid]

BuckTommy+ ducklings???

That would be cute

This was super cute. Thank you!

You can send me bucktommy, saltommy or Tommy prompts to my ask and I'll write something.

Thanks 🩶

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Tommy sank into the mattress that he'd been fantasising about for the last few hours. He was just off a 48-hour shift and was exhausted. Buck was already fast asleep, mouth parted, breathing light snores into his pillow. Tommy gently pulled him into his chest, taking care not to wake him, kissed the top of his head, and closed his eyes, revelling in the silence of the night.

A few minutes later, his eyes opened as a sound cut through the silence. It was subtle, but it was there. Tommy knew it was there because he'd heard that same sound for the past 3 nights.

It was coming from outside, near to his bedroom window. At first, he'd thought he had dreamed it, then he thought his exhausted head was playing tricks on him. There had been a moment where the idea flitted across his brain that he was going crazy.

He heard it again. A tap-tap-tap-tap. It was deep sounding, almost.. wet? It was repetitive in its rhythm and travelling back and forth underneath his window.

"Babe?" He whispered to Buck, who shifted in Tommy arms. "Evan." He said a little louder. Buck woke up but didn't open his eyes.

"Mm-what?"

"Do you hear that?" The tapping continued.

"Mmm-yeah." He said sleepily. "What is it?"

"I think it's some kind of animal. I'm gonna check it out." Tommy lifted the covers to get out of bed, but Buck held him tighter.

"No. Leave it. It'll go away." He tried to snuggle back into Tommy's warmth.

"What if its a coyote? Or worse. There are kids on this block." He argued. Buck sighed.

"Okay, okay. Let's go look." Buck left the warmth of Tommy's bed, throwing one of Tommy's hoodies over his boxers, and followed Tommy to the kitchen. Tommy almost did a comedy double-take when he saw Evan standing there in tight boxers, his hoodie, with sleepy eyes and messy hair. No, he chastised himself - noise investigation first, naked Evan later. He shook the thought away, then unlocked and slid open the glass door that led to the deck that ran the entire length along the back of the house. He grabbed a flashlight from a drawer in the kitchen, and they both tentatively crept out.

"Can you see anything?" Buck asked as Tommy shone the light underneath his bedroom window.

"Footprints." He replied. "Tiny.. footprints." They were small, triangular in shape, running back and forth across the deck, sometimes criss-crossing. The tapping sound happened again, and they both turned in the direction it came from.

"I think it's coming from behind the bench." Buck said. They slowly walked across to the bench that sat at the far corner of the deck. They both slowly leaned over as Tommy shone the flash light over the top.

Under the beam of light was a pair of ducks, with 6 little ducklings.

"Aww! Baby ducks!" Buck responded with a smile. "I wanna hold one." He reached down with his hand. Tommy lightly grabbed his forarm.

"Evan, they're wild animals. You can't touch them."

"They're ducks, Tommy. Not like they're gonna have rabies." He argued.

"Still, we should call animal control or something. I don't want them on my deck." He told Buck. Buck reached down and delicately picked up one of the fuzzy babies and held it close to his face, then held it out towards Tommy.

"You look Stephen in the eye and tell him that." Buck jutted out his bottom lip and looked at Tommy.

"Ste.. wha... you named him?!"

"How can you not? He's adorable!" Buck gently grazed the little guys fluff with his knuckle.

"I.. don't look at me with that face." Tommy tried to resist Evans big blue eyes, that he was convinced Evan could make larger on cue to manipulate him into getting what he wanted. Unfortunately, it worked. Every time. Tommy sighed and walked back into the kitchen.

"Hey, where are you going?" Buck called out as he tried to resist covering the little fluff ball in his hand in kisses.

"To get some bread."

[samonroegf]

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[hanasnx]

your friend stephen glass comes to you and tells you that he saw your bf cheating on you. ofc you're devastated and you kick your bf to the curb. but he wasn't cheating on you - stephen just couldn't take the thought of you being with someone else. it's not hard for him to slide into your ex's place, after all, you need post-breakup comfort

i gatekept this message mei mei. this was all mine. i periodically go back into my inbox to look at it and you sent it back in january. i love it when people make stephen a liar in fanfic just like he is in the movie. he gives a fuck about getting caught and ruining his chances with you, but he cannot fucking stand seeing you with that guy. so he takes matters into his own hands. and when you’re crying on the couch having just broken up with your boyfriend—who’s confused as hell, denying everything—stephen leaves you to answer the door. your boyfriend standing there, ready to invade your apartment until stephen steps in the way. he’s determined to make sure he’s not caught in his lie, and sends your ex away because “she doesn’t wanna see you, man. just walk away.”

you’re actually grateful to him for handling it for you. and he strokes your back while your head is tucked under his cheek, sniffling. you’re so distraught and thankful—much to his delight—that he actually gets his dick wet out of it. he protested at first to be polite, but he let you unbuckle his belt and ride him on that couch. the first taste of new dick you’ve had in years.

[mrschristensen]

Kinktober Day 20 (10/20): Praise starring Stephen Glass

Kinktober Masterlist

WARNINGS: smut (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK), female s/o, soft dom Stephen/sub s/o, handjob, pet names/name calling (baby), lmk if I missed any!

synopsis: Stephen was a pretty horny guy, and sometimes his girlfriend was way too tired to help him, or just not in the mood. So, he tried to figure out loopholes to where he could release that pent up energy, and he wouldn't tire her out too.

WC: 315 words

Stephen grumbled a bit as he shifted slightly, holding his girlfriend a bit tighter against his chest. It was however early in the morning, and he was absolutely exhausted. Usually, he was out like a light when he slept with her; they always were able to sleep better if they were with each other. However, today was different, apparently; maybe it was because his morning wood was a lot earlier than usual.

He heard her make a tired noise in her sleep, and she had stirred quite quickly. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and looked up at him, her brows furrowing slightly in concern. "What's wrong, Stevie?" she murmurs tiredly.

"'M just a bit... pent up," he says softly in response, sighing. "It's fine, I..."

He hesitated for a few moments, considering his options. There's no way she'd want to fuck right now, it was way too early. So, maybe he could try something different.

"Could you... could you give me your hand?" he asks, swallowing hard. To his surprise, she nods, understanding what he needed.

"Thank you baby," he pants as he lays flat on his back, watching as she shifted to be between his legs. She got right to work, starting out slowly and increasing her pace as he got a bit more worked up. And soon enough, he was right there.

"Oh, god," he breathes out, his head tilted back into the pillows. "Right there, darling. You're doing so good, oh fuck... You're so good for me, so perfect..."

He kept rambling words of praise until he felt himself cumming, his hips jerking into her hand to get some added stimulation, trying to prolong his orgasm as much as he could.

"Thank you so much, love," he says shakily as he leans up and kisses her gently. Well, this was definitely a way to wake up. Or to go back to sleep?

[speaknow-sw]

Might change the date for the 10/17/2024 fic cuz I’ll be traveling in UK that week.

Got my ideas from the lovely @bimbo-baggins17 kinktober prompts.

10/03/2024 : Teach her / Glory Hole & Daddy Kink with Kurt Matheson

10/10/2024 : Earned it / Bondage & Puppy Play with Stephen Glass

10/17/2024 : How to treat a lady : a guide by Beeman & Beresford / Incest, Daddy kink & Threesome with Clayton Beresford & William Beeman

10/24/2024 : That’s how good girls do / Crossdressing, Sex Toys & Spanking with Scott Barringer

10/31/2024 : Silhouettes / Gangbang, Dub-Con, Double Penetration & Masks with A.J & James Kelly & Sam Monroe

[sunflowersandsapphires]

Fall Drabbles, Day 8

prompt: curling up with a book

pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!Reader

summary: Matt accidentally startles you and feels really bad about it.

warnings: Swearing, fluff

a/n: This one got away from me lol. Also I have to work a 12 hour shift today so I will probably not be posting the next few days! Sorry my loves!!

w/c: >1k (the new longest)

A sharp crack of thunder echoed throughout Hell's Kitchen, shaking the walls of your apartment and causing you to flinch violently. Shaking your head at your dramating reaction, you tried to get your breathing under control before picking up the novel you'd dropped. The pounding rain acted as a metronome, allowing your heart to mirror its steady pace.

Licking your thumb, you turned through the crinkled pages of The Shining, one of your favorite books, to find your place. You read it every year as soon as the weather turned and the trees dropped their leaves. It was a comforting tradition, but, in another sense, a huge mistake that you made annually.

See, you loved the story, but your nervous conscious was easily swayed into paranoia when you partook in spooky activities--such as reading Stephen King. (As illustrated by your reaction to the storm outside). In your opinion, though, the week or two of fright were worth it for the good read. Besides, these days you had a strong man to protect you from the inevitable nightmares.

With a steaming cup of hot chocolate beside you and a soft fleece blanket across your lap, you settled further into the couch, holding your breath during a particularly suspensful scene. Another crack of thunder roared outside the windows, rattling the glass as it whooshed past. 

Smirking pridefully, you instinctively sad up a little straighter when this noise didn't spook you. “Gonna have to try harder than that, thunder.”

“I'm not sure it heard you, love.” Came a rumbling voice from above you, which your pattering heart was not prepared for. 

“CHRIST ON A CRACKER!” You screeched, leaping off the couch and ungracefully faceplanting as your feet got snared by the throw wrapped around you. Thankfully, your hands shot out to catch you before you got an impressive concussion. Unfortunately, your right shoulder hit the ground first, underneath your full body weight, leaving you with a stinging ache. “Ow, fuck!”

The concerned face of your boyfriend appeared over you, his hands prying off his helmet before helping you back onto the couch. “Shit, darling, are you ok? I didn't mean to startle you that badly.” Matt winced, guilt heavy in his pretty eyes. 

Forcing a smile, you reassured him. ”I'm ok, Matty.“ Gratefully leaning into the warm embrace he offered, you gave a bashful chuckle. ”Pretty sure my ego is more bruised than my arm.“

”Can I check it out for you?“ After three years with the man, you knew this was more of a demand than a request. Sighing, you offered up the injured limb. 

Matt gently prodded at the joint, carefully turning your arm from side to side with his head tilted down. Seemingly satisfied with his examination, he set your arm against your side and stood up, heading for the kitchen. Pouting in his absence, you folded your hands together and looked after him. ”Did the city treat you alright this evening?“ Your voice was even, but you were sure he could sense your hesitation nonetheless. 

Given your boyfriend's tendency to fall into deep pits of remorse over the smallest mistake, you were confident he was beating himself up for injuring you--despite the fall being entirely an accident and the fact that your clumsiness was in no way his responsibility. When he was in self-flagellation mode, easy questions that encouraged him to focus on the fact that you were alive and safe usually helped. 

”Guess so.“ Was Matt's firm response. Apparently 'easy questions' wouldn't be the solution tonight. Stifling a sigh, you pivoted to a riskier tactic.

“Matthew, I can smell the self-pity from here. Please stop beating yourself up and come sit with me?“ 

Padding back over to you, Matt handed you a wrapped ice pack. ”You need to ice that shoulder first.“ 

”Pretty sure those two things aren't mutually exclusive.“ You laughed, stroking over his suit-covered arm gently. ”Please?“ 

Matt perched stiffly on the edge of the couch, tilting his head at you. ”Happy?“ He asked, the question dripping in sarcasm. 

With a mischievous grin, you wrapped your arms around his waist, tackling him to the couch cushions. He grunted, but made no move to stop you. Wiggling up his muscular torso, you kissed the tip of his nose, which he immediately scrunched with feigned contempt. Egged on by his surly reactions, you peppered kisses all over his face--breaking into a radiant grin when he laughed brightly. ”Ok, ok! I love you too, bug. Will you ice your damn shoulder now?“

Gratified, you placed the pack against your sore arm and squirmed in between Matt and the back of the couch. Flipping onto his side, his face softened as you pressed your forehead to his. ”Hi,” You greeted him happily, hand coming up to cradle his cheek. 

Closing his eyes, Matt let out a breath as you stroked a thumb over his stubbled cheek. ”Sorry about your arm.“ 

”Matty, sweetheart, I already told you to knock that shit off. I was distracted by my book and I tripped over my blanket when you startled me.“ You mock glared at him, poked his solid chest. ”Tell your brain to forgive you and move on.“ 

”Hmmm, my brain says no.“ Matt chuckled, but there was no jest in his words. 

”Ugh, Matt!“ You groaned, snuggling into his chest. ”What can I do to get you to forget about this?“ 

”Well, I think I'd be more likely to forget if I got another kiss.“ Puckering his lips, he closed his eyes expectantly. You scoffed, but gladly pressed a longer kiss to his mouth. 

”That better?“ You asked, brushing your noses together as your hand moved across his jaw and into his hair. 

Your boyfriend went slack against you, murmuring in assent before asking, ”Whatcha reading tonight?“

”The Shining. That's why I was so spooked when you got home.“ Matt chuckled quietly at the admission.

Burying his face in your chest, his lips tickled the skin over your collarbone. ”Read some to me?“ His voice was small, as if he expected you to turn him down. 

”Of course, love. Did you want to change first?“ 

Matt simply shook his head. So, you retrieved your book and opened it to the page you'd last read. Kissing his forehead, you grabbed the blanket from the floor and spread it over the two of you. ”Wendy sat in the overstuffed chair by the window with Danny on her lap, holding him, crooning the old meaningless words..“

Your velvety voice surrounded him, lulling his adrenaline filled body into a state of peace. His breathing evened out as you continued petting his hair and reading aloud. It wouldn't be long until he fell asleep, but he knew you'd be there when he woke up. 

[vickiee-mcmuffin]

The party

Word count: 1.4k

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Female Reader

Trope: Explicit smut (18+ Warning, Minors DNI)

A/N: You may recognise this as a prompt I did on my old account. I wasn't happy with the other one, so I have edited it and added a little more to it, so I hope you like this.

The prompt in question was: "Keep the noise down, baby. Someone's gonna walk in while I have my dick in you/you have your dick in me."

Summary: You are dragged to a party by one of your friends, and part of you wishes you never agreed to go until a certain stranger catches your eye.

Sipping on your second drink of the evening, you sat at a table at the party you had planned on not attending. It was your friend who pleaded with you to come, and every time you refused, she kept asking and begging, until eventually, you gave in. Yet part of you wishes you had never bothered going, because your so-called friend had just abandoned you, going off with guys she had met at the event. 

But despite your plans to leave after finishing your drink, a certain person dressed up in an Armani suit suddenly caught your attention as you looked over at the bar, and it seemed as if he was also interested in you, his gaze fixated on yours. The grey streaks in his hair indicated that he was older, but it made him look even more handsome. 

After thinking about it for a short while, you decided to talk to him. Getting up from your chair, you walked over to the bar and stood next to this handsome stranger with your empty wine glass in hand. Before the barman could serve you, the handsome stranger spoke up, grabbing your attention. 

“Oh, allow me miss,” he said before clicking his fingers, filling up your wine glass. 

You were shocked by what you had just witnessed. “How did you do that?” you wondered, swooshing the glass around to check whether the liquid was real. 

After shrugging at you, he extended his hand, gesturing for a handshake. "I'm Stephen, by the way."

A smile appeared on your face before shaking hands with him. “I’m Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” he smiled back. 

"You too."

After that, you spent most of your night drinking and talking to each other. But, as the night went on, both of you drank more, and soon you became too comfortable with one another. Whenever you laughed at something Stephen said, he would put his hand on your thigh, gently squeezing at your skin while you placed your hand on his chest.

“I’ve really enjoyed talking to you, Y/N,” Stephen said while setting his empty glass down on the bar. 

“Same here,” you replied, finishing your own drink.

Despite your desire to make a move, you were worried he'd reject you due to his age and your belief that you were not on his radar. Then again, you knew you'd probably never see him again, so you decided to just take the chance. You leaned forward, gently pressing your lips to his, kissing him. When Stephen didn't kiss you back though, you pulled away to quickly avoid the sheer embarrassment you felt. But he quickly pulled you back into the kiss, his lips colliding with yours.

You moaned into his mouth as he kissed you, his tongue slipping into your mouth for a short moment. Stephen eventually pulled away for a breather, leaving you breathless as well. Then he leaned forward, his warm breath on your neck making you shudder as he whispered in your ear.

"Why don't we get away from all these people and go somewhere quiet?”

Stephen then pulled away from you and looked at you intensely. A long moment passed as you stared at him, processing what he had just asked you, before sending him a quick nod. Taking your hand, Stephen then led you away from the party and into a quiet room, shutting the door behind him as you entered. 

Then he moved to kiss you, slamming his lips onto yours, kissing you hard and rough. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as your lips moved together. But Stephen suddenly broke off the kiss and he turned you around, pinning you up against the wall. He then grabbed your hips, pulling them back as your back arched slightly before he lifted up the dress you were wearing and squeezed at your ass, digging his fingers into your skin.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. I’m going to have my way with you now. Is that okay with you?” Stephen asked with a growl. 

“Yes,” you whined, and it seemed that was the only response he needed to hear because you then heard the sound of him unclipping his belt. 

You waited in anticipation for him to touch you again, and you let out a little whine when you felt Stephen’s fingers on you, pushing your panties to the side. In a desperate attempt to get him inside of you, you wiggled your hips a little as you felt the tip of his cock at your entrance. 

Stephen then gave you what you wanted. He pushed into you, and you let out a filthy moan as he filled you up. A deep groan left Stephen's mouth as you took every inch of his thick length. Once he was in balls deep, he gave you a moment to adjust to his size, which you appreciated. 

After giving you time to adjust, he moved, pulling almost all the way out of you before slamming back into you, causing you to whine.

Then his hands were on your hips, gripping you harshly before he began to just pound into you, the sound of his hips slapping against you filling the room. You cried out as he moved, his cock feeling so good inside your pussy. 

"Keep the noise down, baby,” Stephen chuckled. “Someone's gonna walk in while I have my dick in you.” 

The only thing you could do was whine in response as Stephen continued to fuck you, his thick cock stretching you out in the best way possible. You then felt one of his big hands on your throat before he tilted your head up and kissed you. Moaning against his lips, you kissed him back when the tip of his cock hit a sweet spot deep inside of you. 

“I love all the sweet noises you’re making for me, sweetheart. But do you want someone to hear us, huh? Do you want them to know how good you are at taking my cock?” 

“Yes!” you cried out. 

Stephen sent you a smile before he kissed you again. He kept moving, kept fucking you at a fast and punishing pace. You could feel yourself dripping all over his cock as he moved, coating him with all your juices. 

“Please don’t stop,” you begged. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You feel too good for me to stop.” 

Your sweet moans continued to fill the room as Stephen kept pounding into you, and you could hear the distant chatter of other partygoers. You prayed that they wouldn't hear you being fucked by someone you had only met a few hours ago. 

As Stephen kept moving you could feel your orgasm blossoming, and you were so desperate to cum. You needed it so badly. You turned your head to look at Stephen and you kissed him, clenching around him as he groaned against your lips. 

“Please keep fucking me. I’m going to cum,” you told him. 

“Fuck,” Stephen grunted, his thrusts speeding up.

“Fuck yes! Just like that,” you cried out as Stephen hit that sweet spot, and all it took were a few more powerful thrusts before you saw stars, the feeling driving you wild. 

Stephen fucked you through your orgasm, and your legs felt like jelly as he dragged out the feeling. It was evident he was close too because he wouldn't stop groaning as his length twitched inside of you. 

“Cum inside of me,” you whined, and it seemed that’s all Stephen needed to hear. He gave you two more rough thrusts before emptying inside of you with a deep groan, filling you up with his cum. 

Stephen pulled out of you once he had finished coating your insides, the both of you catching your breaths. You waited for Stephen to pull up his trousers before you said anything, and once he had done up his belt, you spoke up in a hopeful tone. 

“Could I see you again?” 

Stephen let out a low chuckle. “Desperate for more already?” 

The feeling of your face getting hot let you know you were blushing, your lips pressed tightly together as you stared at him. It was true though, you did want to see him again.

You then watched as Stephen performed the magic again as he had earlier, this time a little card appearing in his hand. He then handed it to you and you stared at it, noticing the address and phone number written on it. 

“Text me or visit that address whenever you’re up to it again,” he said before sending you a wink. 

You smiled at him. “Yes sir.” 

Stephen laughed before you both left the room and went your separate ways. You couldn’t wait to see him again.

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[highonmarvel]

The Other Side

Searching for your Stephen, you find another, and he won’t let you go this time.

An entry for Day 4 of the exciting @sintember challenge!

Prompt: The Other Side, ft Sinister Dr Strange of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Dr Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022).

Warnings: DUB-CON!, possessive behaviour, developing Stockholm Syndrome. 18+! [And I haven’t watched Dr Strange in so long, please pretend I know what I’m doing.]

You had lost Stephen and America, and you were now left in a crumbling world, a universe broken, with no way to get home. Based on the wrecked state of the world, you thought there wasn’t a Dr Strange here, that he had been defeated and his opponent left ruin. Though he wasn’t your Stephen, the thought still deeply upset you, that Stephen could be defeated, and maybe yours would be.

You push open the door of the Sanctum, you want to call out to him but you know there’s no point. The heavy door falls shut behind you. All the antiques and strange paintings and ornaments that once decorated the foyer have been shattered, some are deteriorating, and a dark mist floats through the cold temple, enveloping you, nearly strangling you, you feel.

Upstairs. You know you have to head to the Window of the Worlds.

You walk to the window, engraved with the Seal of Vishanti. It’s cracked, black lines not belong to the symbol run in all directions across the glass, that has a purple tint, nearly a faint violet glow. You want to touch it, when you hear your name whispered.

You spin, and there stands Stephen. Not your Stephen. This Stephen is… different: he looks older, streaks of grey paint his dark hair, with sunken eyes.

“Stephen!” you call, taking a step forward, “Or, Dr Strange, I need your help, please.”

“You’re here,” he murmurs, slowly walking towards you.

“I- I am,” you sputter, a little confused and off put by his trance-like demeanour, as his curious eyes never leave you, “I lost Stephen—my Stephen—and I need to get back.”

“I am your Stephen.” his voice is so low, so low you wouldn’t have heard it were you even a notch below the level of hyper-awareness he’s activated in you.

He steps into the light, and you gasp and take a step back. Visually, he’s not much different to the average person, but his eyes are dark, a familiar blue you once knew sealed up in an endless black; you can’t read them as he continues to walk towards you. You still.

He stops in front of you, and raises shaky hands to cup your face, his lips parted slightly as his foreign dark gaze analyses every inch of your face. His fingers are cold, ice cold, so cold they burn, like dry ice; you wince at the contact but he doesn’t seem to notice.

“No,” you whisper, “No, I’m not yours, and you’re not my…”

You raise your hands to gently grasp his wrists, and freeze when you see it. His fingertips are darkened, stained with a black so profound, so dangerous in sheer aura that you know what it’s from.

“Stephen?”

He’s been tampering with the Dark Hold, the book of sins so evil you barely know of it, just the name elicits chills; Stephen, your Stephen, barely discussed it, he never did until he found out about the Scarlet Witch’s use, and even still he said very little; you got the feeling that though his knowledge seemed limitless, he knew little here, and very deliberately he kept himself in the dark, because if he knew, he’d indulge.

And indulge he has, this sinister Stephen holding your face gently in his hands, as if these hands haven’t caused unfathomable destruction. You should have known—you knew—that Dr Strange could not be defeated. He wasn’t conquered, never could he be: he conquered.

“That’s me,” he smiles and reassures you. Though his eyes and fingers are stained, that boyish smile you know to be yours is the same as ever.

“What did you do?” is all you can muster in a shaky breath, a tear slipping down your cheek, he watches it fall.

“I did what was necessary, and you…” he strains his voice to prevent himself from choking on his words and he smooths a calloused finger over your skin, wiping away the single tear that had spilt, “You were gone.”

His eyes soften, and, despite the cold of his hands, they’re warm, his eyes, his body too, you notice, noting he’s much closer to you than you realised, and definitely too close for comfort. You don’t even know if you can call him insane, mad with power, and furthermore, you can’t tell what he meant by…

A cold hand snakes over your shoulder and his fingers grasps the back of your neck, pulling you towards him. When he kisses you, you stiffen, but, really, for barely a second, because his lips, they feel so familiar. This man is like your Stephen, you can feel it, but you see a different image; he’s like your Stephen if he had no self control, or even just a little less than he has now.

The thought hits you: you could never deny Stephen. Even if you could, say, by the grace of some higher power, even if you could walk away, Stephen always gets what he wants. There isn’t even a higher power you can turn to: there is no power higher than Stephen.

“You’ve come back to me.”

What can you even say? You’re sure he isn’t delusional, you’re sure he knows you’re not his, and you’re sure he doesn’t care. You nearly resign to your fate, but the thought burns you so hot you hurriedly blurt out,

“What happened to her?”

To you. Did he…?

He doesn’t answer, he stays gazing into your eyes, a sombre-looking but relieved smile on his face, like he’s reconciling the fact that he was wrong; he’s never wrong, but he never thought he would see you again. He simply repeats, “You’ve come back to me.”

“Stephen, no,” you state, firmly, yanking his hands off your face and holding his wrists down between you two. He seems mildly shocked, you’re sure he would have been able to overpower you if he you didn’t catch him slightly off guard. But no, you should know you could never be apart from him, whether you want to or not.

Magic ropes wrap around your wrists, tying a knot and pulling them close together, so tight you wouldn’t be surprised if they sliced your hands off. Stephen’s magic is golden, pure, this man—you don’t even want to call him Stephen—his magic is corrupt; purple, with black shadows swirling the violet pulses emitting from the shapes he draws.

You panic, forcing your head down to look at your bound wrists and then snapping your head back up to him. You open your mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a shrill little squeal as you’re lifted a few centimetres off the ground. The same purple and black vines wrap around your ankles, forcing them together.

You notice this is the first time you’ve been above him, floating just high enough for him to have to raise his chin to study you. You always thought this would give you some kind of dominance (fleeting and artificial as it may be), to be over him, but no, you never stood a fucking chance.

You barely struggle, afraid that if you shift around too much you’ll drop to the ground, so all you can do is be still as he circles you, examining you. Another thing; he doesn’t seem to just look at you, he studies you, like looking for flaws in a sculpture. What happens if he finds them?

“You know,” he finally speaks after several minutes of inspecting you, “All this…” he turns you towards the window. There’s a rift in the sky, with seemingly everything in it, everything in existence, it’s overwhelming, “I did for you, honey.”

He’s lying, he must be; though you can imagine yourself getting a little carried away now and then, in no universe could you ever see a version of yourself prepared to bring about mass destruction, the ends of literally infinite lives, no; you may be imperfect, but the collapse of an entire universe? He’s either lying or being intentionally ambiguous. Maybe he’s not lying, just misleading.

“You didn’t; you did it for her,” you half-lie; while it’s true he could only have done this for a different version of you, you doubt she would have authorised that, but you use her as sort of a scapegoat anyway.

He flicks his fingers and you spin to face him. He lowers you just enough so you’re at eye level, and despite your best efforts, you genuinely can not read his gaze; you can’t find any hint of what he may be feeling, it’s just a void, but it’s not, it’s not a void; you know there’s something there, something you’re missing.

You’re sure he’s going to say something, maybe continue his little game of pretending you’re his, but just as you anticipate the opening of his mouth, you violently spin again, this time towards the door, with a shriek. He walks in front you, and you follow behind, like you’re being pulled by a rope, like a dog on a leash who’s trying to play with something when the owner is fed up and wants to go home.

His bedroom door slams shut behind you and you’re lowered onto bed with a gentleness the human touch could never give, his magic softly laying you like you’re the most precious thing, and based on the look he’s giving you, you damn well might be.

Your soft rest hazes your mind for a moment, but you’re snapped back to the cold of the Sanctum when you feel him hover over you.

“I’ve missed you…” he whispers.

You don’t know when your pants came off, but you feel him run a practiced finger over your clothed slit. Oh, God, he feels exactly like your Stephen; the foreignness of his eyes and slight change in demeanour don’t seem to mean anything when he still feels exactly the same, it’s fucking with your mind.

You love your Stephen, more than anything, and you know this isn’t him. You try to push him off but when he slips a finger inside of you, you can’t help the shudder that vibrates through you.

Can I get Stockholm Syndrome so easy? you wonder to yourself, more berate yourself, as you try desperately to ignore the feeling of his fingers inside of you, moving in and out just the way you like, he knows what you like, he knows your body just the way Stephen does.

Because he is Stephen.

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