Alright lovelies, since a few of you wanted to read about other characters, I updated the list of characters I'm writing for and don't worry I'm still mainly writing for TIG and his roles but I'm always open for suggestions 🙏🖤
Summary: OC is a lawyer visiting her best friend in New York. Will she fall for the charming doctor? Or will her neverending conflict with the god of mischief lead to more?
Tags: Post-Endgame, AU where everyone is alive and well, Eventual Smut, Fluff with some Angst, Second Person POV, No Y/N, Avenger Loki.
Hey love, yes and no. It is hard bc I overthink the whole thing a lot. I have written and re-written now dozen of chapters for it, but it is super hard for me to choose exactly what I want to go with. I am also incredibly scared that nobody will read it, however self-centred of a worry that is. I just have this feeling that people that read SGDA are kind of over it by now and that I just sound silly trying to still talk about it. So I do work on it at times, but then I just decide the whole thing is terrible and abandon it again.
I think the main issue is that I am overthinking the whole thing too much and don´t want to bother anyone with all my thoughts about it lmao.
The BEST Loki/Tom Hiddleston Fics I’ve read: APRIL 2023
SERIES (Two Parts or More)
A fic I’m hopelessly addicted to: Diamond Fire (AO3) by The Mad Lost Girl
A fic that’s so, so, SO filthy: Ravished by a God (AO3) by @latent-thoughts
A fic that is super dark and sexy: Haust Blot by @caffiend-queen
A fic that’s a warm hug on a cold day: Bobby’s Play Date by @villainousshakespeare
A fic that ripped my heart out and stomped all over it: Brave Face by @winterisakillerwrites
A fic that had me chuckling throughout: Cafe Canaveral by @maiden-of-asgard
DELECTABLE ONE-SHOTS
Old and New Traditions – @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
“Thor says many things.” He grinned as he lifted one leg over the other. “That we’re brothers, that he’s king of Asgard. Well, we’re not really brother and last I heard, there was nothing left of Asgard to be king of.”
At a Snap of your Fingers (AO3) - @fadingfics
“I’m definitely not getting laid as often as you make it sound,” he retorted. “Or as I’d like to.”
“Please!!” you snorted. “You could have your cock licked by forty women at the same time at a snap of your fingers if you wanted to.”
Avengers HR - @xorpsbane
“Things on Asgard are a bit different than here, you see. And I want to make sure I’m not violating any sort of cultural norms that might make someone uncomfortable. You see…we’re much more open…about many things, but particularly about sex.”
The Sundress - @lokisgoodgirl
“What in the Nine are you wearing?”
The Urge – @lokisgoodgirl
“I can smell you.”
Kiss The Girl - @give-me-a-moose
Loki’s eyes narrowed in on you as his heart skipped a beat. What was this feeling? He thought to retreat, but found himself rooted to his spot in the doorway. Unable to look away.
Shiver - @muertawrites
Living in the Arctic Circle was, shockingly to nobody, unbearably cold. If the merciless Nordic wind and the thick sheets of ice and snow that coated every available inch of land for six months out of the year weren’t sobering enough to drive you insane, the near twenty-four hours of darkness certainly were.
Quiet Kisses - @softforloki
“Excellent.” He dipped his head, reaching for your hand. You gave it to him, partly on reflex. He brought it to his lips and presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles. He found your gaze; the way he looked at you over your hand made the gesture feel more than cordial.
Knight in Shining Leather - @coldnique
It’s going to be the easiest you’ve ever done, you thought. Just a relaxed and fun evening.
And now you were hiding in a broom closet near the living area.
There was only one chair – @gingerwritess
Just another day at the office…pretending not to notice that you’re sitting on the lap of a world criminal in disguise, his arm around your waist, both of you pretending to listen to Tony Stark stress the importance of reporting threats in the workplace.
Diseased – @mistress-ofmagic
The evening was getting patchy. You couldn’t remember getting there. A taxi? Or a lift maybe? All you really remembered was seeing him there and as you made your way over to speak, she was there too.
The Little Things – @donaweasley
Their shared room, which was once filled with sounds of happiness and images of love, now witnessed tired eyes, frowning mouths, snarky remarks, distrust and tear-stained pillows. A perpetual gloom lingered in the air, soaking its residents in sadness everyday.
So Much More - @five-miles-over
“He’s not coming, I’m afraid.”
Please don’t assume all fics are complete. Please DO assume everything is 18+. And for heaven’s sake read the warnings.
Tagging some people who reblogged the last two recs, in case you’re interested. If not, please ask to be taken off.
Synopsis: You and Sherlock have a past, but before you attempt to move on. You stop by to make amends, only for a realization to take place. The question remains, will you stay or go?
Word Count: 2,750k
Warning: Angst,Pining,Male Masterbation,Thigh Riding,Mentsions Of Past Sexual Encounter, NSFW Themes, Slight Porn With Plot. KIND OF PROOFREAD
A/N: Ya This was suppose to be called “your worth the fight” but I just couldn’t sit with that title. The plot-line has NOT changed, but I do hope you enjoy this read.
Side note thank you anon for the idea of a Victorian story.
Slouching deeper into his favorite chair Sherlock stared up at the ceiling, she will come back. Casting his weary gaze to a small side table the detective reached for his trusty pipe, taking a few pinches of tobacco; his nimble fingers effortlessly stuffed the brown dried herb into the blackened wooden chamber. The leftover soot always stained his fingers with just a tinge of black. Packing the leaves snugly into the wooden bowl he smiled proudly. His fingers went groping inside his silk-lined pocket fishing out for the matchbox, sliding the paper box open Sherlock pinched out a match striking the side of the box and igniting the pipe chamber. Releasing a satisfied exhale, the smell of tobacco loomed in the flat leaving a smokey haze. It was the ideal evening after the week he had but something was missing. A sigh escaped his lips as he leaned over grabbing the violin trying to banish any thought from his mind.
You had your chance…many times, but now you really screwed it up. You brainless old fool….
Releasing a sigh, Sherlock brought the violin up resting it under his chin. His fingers effortlessly danced along the neckline as he got lost in one of his favorite pastimes. Closing his eyes, Sherlocks mind could not help but wander to all the memories of him and y/n. How could he forget the first-time you showed up on his doorstep in the middle of the night soaked from the storm, asking him to help find her father's killer. The case that would change his life forever in more ways than one. His mind wandered deeper as he recalled your first night together. How your delicious sex swallowed him perfectly like you were tailored just for him. Or the countless times those supple ruby-red lips moaned as you devoured him whole with a fiery passion. Little would he find out how much he craved that flame, your desire…the way you moaned his name as you reached the crescendo of your climax was better than any drug he ever consumed.
He missed the nights he would worship at your feet getting drunk off you. The supple bounce your breasts made as you rode him again and again into climax. He missed the way they felt under his touch, the way your nipples would pebble under his touch as he would tease and pinch them into flushed sensitive buds. The way his hands would travel down the small of your back as he rested them on the swell of your hips. Oh, how he missed the way you tasted, the way his tongue traveled from bud to bud as he trailed his mouth up your sex-flushed skin leaving purple blossoms in their wake. The way you felt under him, the way your body bloomed only for him, for you were a force of nature, and he wanted to be in the center of your storm. But all of that was in the past now for he had to focus on the reality at play. You moved on, and he was stuck here in London…alone.
Sherlock groaned, noticing the stiffness in his trousers he rolled his eyes, for he was now conflicted with an obvious but still awkward choice. Setting the violin down, Sherlocks large slender digits slowly grazed the outside of his seams as his mind trailed back to you. Thumbing through a drawer he fished for a rag, his hips bucked at the increasing sensitivity of his pressing member making Sherlock groan. His eyes caught a white handkerchief, and hastily pawed for it, pulling it closer Sherlock noticed the lipstick stains…. y/n. Lifting it to his nose he took a deep inhale taking in the remnants of your scent…lavender. The smell shot right to his cock as he felt the pressure grow greater.
Oh, bloody hell screw it.
Lifting himself upward Sherlock quickly unbuttoned his trousers allowing as much that was necessary to do the deed. Once they rested on his knees Sherlock quickly sunk once more into the chair. His palm stroked across his virility thats now standing practically at the ready. As he grazed the bulbous head of his member, leaning his head back becoming lost in his own pleasure. Lost in the smell of you…His cock oozed out the hints of glistening pre cum as he groaned in ecstasy chasing his chemical high.
Knock knock knock
Dropping the handkerchief to the floor Sherlock quickly adjusted his trousers breathlessly, “Mrs. Hudson, will you get that! I- I’m in the middle of something!” stuffing what he can into his pants with little avail he managed to finally straighten himself out.
Her voice trailed off in the distance with that sweet tone, “Sherlock I’ve told you this before, I’m not your housekeeper,” hearing her bedroom door close shut Sherlock rolled his eyes again. Apparently, she was not going to accommodate.
Knock knock knock
“Ugh!” he scoffed standing up lazily. This better be worth it. Sherlock stood up reaching for his silken robe, tying the matching beige belt around his toned waist he looked around one last time. Making his way to the front door he turned the latch; suddenly having to catch his breath once more because it was you, of all the people standing outside looking beautiful as ever. Your corset hugging you in all the right places as his eyes trailed back to the ruby red lips he remembers so well.
All those nights where you would entertain each other with the pleasures of your flesh and conversations, but those were faded passions burned to memories. His eyes casted his gaze to your voluptuous bosom. Admiring the rise and fall with the swelling of your breathing as his trousers slowly began returning to their previously stiffened state. Leaning against the doorframe Sherlock cleared his throat; an obvious poor attempt at maintaining composure.
“Y/n…to what do I owe the spontaneous visit,” Sherlock stammered while his fingers nonchalantly adjusted his robes attempting to hide the growing stiffening arousal. Shrugging your shoulders, you decided to let yourself in, “I was in the neighborhood and wanted to stop by.” Taking a seat in his chair you smirked knowing it would annoy him. Closing the door Sherlock turned walking back placing his hands in his pockets, staring at you flatly, “you know there’s another chair right there” gesturing with a finger masking his annoyance. Setting down your reticule drawstring bag smiling, “Ya but I like this spot and besides,” crossing your legs with a smug expression,” I’m a guest.”
Sherlock released a scoff rolling his eyes. Taking out the pipe he reached for the tobacco box. “You’re not a guest, you’re more of an annoyance” a beautiful annoyance, taking a step closer his eyes glowed against the fireplace. Igniting the chamber he exhaled a puff of smoke.
“That’s mighty bold of you to say considering US,” spitting with venom in your tone.
He paused returning his gaze to you, taking in his expression you noticed his eyes harden, “There never was an us y/n,” those six words cut through your heart like ice. At that point you didn’t care anymore, you just wanted to get your point across and take your leave.
“Look I didn’t come here to argue Sherlock. In fact, I came to say goodbye.” That look of earnestness in your eyes left him dead in his tracks. He knew you were not lying this time about leaving England. You have an offer for a job overseas in the new world. It was going to be a fresh start for both of you since there was no future in London, especially with Sherlock Holmes.
He took another step closer eyeing you still, “Well if that’s the case, then I feel like there’s nothing much left to say” he took another puff, Tell her the truth…before it's too late. His mind screamed to stay but his feet lead him forward as he took the seat across from you.
Pausing, your mouth parted open in shock at his lack of response, “that’s it? That all you have to say Sherlock Holmes?” your tone above a whisper. Desperation hazed as you fought off the tears.
He wasn’t going to fight for me after all…
“It’s just that…,” Sherlock took a deep sigh, “I don’t want to be the one who holds you back y/n. You deserve a future and need to go on and forget about me.” By this time, he couldn’t look at you for it was too painful. He can already picture the devastation in your eyes. Peaking over, he was right. Tears streamed down your face as you reached for a tissue from the mahogany chaise lounge. You were always stunning, but when you cried it was devastatingly beautiful. It aroused him in some way. This look of pure innocence, walls completely torn down. You were a goddess of grace he couldn’t stay away from anymore no matter how hard he fought it.
Fight for her you idiot…just ask her, now!
Leaning forward he sat the pipe down next to him taking a deep breath. His gaze locked yours as he slowly raised a hand upward, “y/n, you know this is for the best” his chest rose and fell quickly as he attempted to steady his breath all while convincing himself that this is even what he wanted. Sherlock couldn’t help his rapid heartbeat as he was sure you could hear it through his starched white shirt. The ring was burning a hole in his pocket at this point. Normally he was an excellent liar, but with you, he couldn’t mask the truth for very long.
“You don’t get it, do you?” wiping your eyes you noticed his eyes widening, “every time I walk away from you, I feel like a piece of your soul is with me. You’ve stolen my heart Sherlock Holmes, the least you can do is tell me what you intend to do with it before I g—.”
Before you could finish Sherlock lunged forward, his form towered over you on his favorite chair as his mouth consumed yours with a slow passion. His lips parted yours ever so slowly but begging to taste more. Despite the time apart your bodies still moved in sync with each other. As eager as he was to have you, Sherlock wanted to take his time to savor every bit of you. He noticed your hands instinctively trailing through his slicked-back hair, tugging the ravened strands gently. He released a hiss as his palms trailed down the chair to meet your face, he will have to fix his hair later no doubt. Sherlock smiled wide, he knew his hands were always your weakness, for you couldn’t help but lean into his touch making him smile all the brighter.
Tilting your head back he dove deeper into your mouth savoring the taste of you. You moaned as he pulled away slowly, his nose just a hairline away. His thumb gently rubbed a tear away as he smiled sweetly at you. Your eyes widened as you saw your reflection in his sea-glass gaze. “I intend to never let it go again…because you are worth it,” his gaze unwavering, he pressed your palm to his chest. Feeling the rapid tap of his heart under his shirt, you realized he was not lying. “For you are worth the fight y/n”
Your eyes lit up as he leaned into you once more feeling the warm tears stream down your cheek. Parting your lips, he moaned as he shifted your weight to his lap. Lifting your skirts, you adjusted yourself as you rested on top of his stiffening trousers.
“Oh!” You exclaimed feeling yourself turning bright red. Even when not fully erect Sherlock’s cock made you blush. The reaction went straight to his cock as he smiled widely like the Cheshire Cat.
His tone laced with lust and longing,
“Like what you feel?” One hand wiping your tears as the other trailed down resting on your hip.
Rocking back and forth chanting like a prayer, “always…” you missed this. Missed the way he made you feel. Arching your back you rode him slowly, leaning into his hand enjoying every twitch and response Sherlock made. You always had a way of breaking him, turning the great detective into putty. You couldn’t help but grin as your eye caught something on the floor. Pausing your movements Sherlock groaned in protest. Leaning over scooping up the material immediately noticing was it is. The old handkerchief that you swore was “lost.” Returning upwards facing Sherlock you noticed a rosier tone in his cheeks as he looked away sheepishly. Dangling it in front of him you teased, “what's this?”
His ears flushed a bright red as he snatched it from your hand inhaling the thin cotton smiling sentimentality, “Oh, just a souvenir,” tucking it into his pocket he couldn’t wait any longer.
“There’s been something I have been meaning to ask you”
Fishing out a small velvet box he grabbed your hand.
His voice was slightly shaking as Sherlock fumbled with the box, “I should have done this the first morning I woke up next to you y/n”
Opening the box slowly your eye’s widened as they gazed upon a gorgeous diamond halo engagement ring. The beautiful rose gold complemented the fiery opal that stood in the center. It left you speechless.
“Y/n, please stay. For I cannot survive another day of you not being mine. I love you y/n. Please, please marry me” his eyes never left yours as he waited for an answer. Your hands shook as you sat there going through thousands of options at once. But all the options always lead back to him, this man in front of you who choose you above everyone else. This consulting detective was yours and you wanted to be his and his alone. Jumping off his lap you squealed, “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes! Of course, I will marry you!”
Tears streamed down your cheeks as Sherlock grinned from ear to ear. He stood up, placing the band on your finger before giving your palms a gentle kiss. His lips were warm and inviting as they danced up your arm. Peppering your face with kisses, he pulled you in for an embrace. The feeling of his sturdy form made you feel so comfortable and safe. Bringing your hand up he laced his with yours to gaze upon the glittering ring resembling your future together.
“It really is very beautiful Sherlock, where did you even find it?” Leaning your head into his shoulder, Sherlock moved a lock of hair kissing your neckline whispering, “oh this, it was Mrs.Hudsons. She thought it would look perfect on you. She’s been hounding me for weeks to puck up the courage to ask you.”
You chuckled, “not surprised the great detective is bashful”
“Not bashful,” he chuckled placing another kiss against your neck, “just a old fool who kept waiting for the right moment”
His hands trailed to your waistline as he slowly turned you around. Arms laced around each other you both got swept away in the moment and began swaying back and forth together. A small, adorable dance that was shared between the two of you. Taking his hand up he spun you around slowly bringing you back to his chest. Leaning your head against him you took in the strength of his forearms, how you missed his embrace. Sighing with joy Sherlock sat back down in his chair, pulling you in his lap his arms laced around you, “Im sorry for saying such hurtful things my darling,” looking you in the eyes his voice lowered, “I love you more than anything in the world y/n. And I can't wait for you to be my bride”
Lacing your fingers with your future bridegroom you briught them up to kiss them gently. The ring glimmered in the light as your forehead rested on his,“Its ok Sherlock, its in the past. What is love without forgiveness.”
Words were no longer needed as Sherlock held you tight, he was always a handsy man even though Sherlock would never admit it. Especially when after a case there was nothing he wanted more then to come home and just hold you. No words. Just the pure feeling of you with him. For you were not just his fiancé, but the queen to his mind palace, and you finally made your way back home.
Synopsis: The reader asks Stephen about his long hair story.
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: None, just fluffy
A/N: I was needing a sweet Defender to deal with so much crap happing in my life right now. Hope you enjoy this as much as I do.
Your fingers glided through the soft strands of Stephen's hair and neither one spoke although both were awake. You loved that post-sex intimacy, the closeness of bodies, the way Stephen constantly asked to stay inside you even when you had finished, or then like now, when you lay with your head on his shoulder, his hand caressing your arm with slow, rhythmic movements while your hand was as usual in his hair, stroking, combing with your fingers, lightly scratching his scalp and eliciting soft but audible little humms from him.
You could spend eternity there. Now that your bodies were physically satiated with each other, what was left was the incessant need to be together, to hear each other's breath, to smell each other, a need for the simple pleasure of belonging to each other. Usually you slept before Stephen, but that night you could feel his body surrendering to weariness and sleep as your fingers played with his hair. You got used to sleeping doing that and so did he. There wasn't a single night that you didn't repeat that ritual, sometimes even without being in bed to sleep, during the day, your fingers always seemed to search for Stephen's hair and tangle in it, whether affectionately like now, or to tease him and indicate that you wanted to make love to him, the truth is that Stephen's hair was a big part of your relationship.
"Can I ask you something?" Your voice sounded hoarse after long minutes of silence where all you could hear were the sounds of the rain falling softly outside the window and each other's breathing. Stephen hummed opening eyes that seemed more and more to be given over to sleep. "Have you always had long hair?"
He was silent contemplating your question for a minute. You had never talked about it and it wasn't exactly an easy subject for Stephen.
He sighed "Not really. They were short until the accident."
You nodded, but didn't say anything else. You knew that Stephen didn't like to talk about the accident because it made him sad and you didn't think those things were connected or you wouldn't have asked.
"Why you asking?" He asked turning his head to look at you. There was a shy smile on your lips that he found particularly charming.
"I don't know. It's a part of you that I really like and I realized I never asked, but you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I mean, you can tell me anything but don’t need to do it if it makes you uncomfortable."
He caressed your face "It's never easy to talk about these things, but since I met you I don't care anymore, y/n. I thought the best part of my life was before the accident, but now I know that the best part of my life is now with you." He smiles "You can ask me whatever you want."
You blushed feeling your heart swell with the sudden declaration of love "I just wanted to know how it happened. You know I love your hair, I can't imagine it any other way"
He chuckled "Before the accident I had short hair and didn’t have a beard."
Your eyes widened "Tell me you have pictures to show me" He shook his head "I don't, but there must be some on the internet"
You nodded taking your free hand instinctively to his face tracing his beard with your fingertips "You are so handsome like this"
He squeezed you in his arms and kissed your forehead. Blushing a little bit with your compliment.
"So you want to know how it happened?"
You nodded.
"After the accident I just couldn't use my hands.” He said raising his free hand and staring at the scars. “Christine helped me at first but it wasn't long before I pushed her away. I blamed her for what had happened, it wasn't rational, I was full of hate and hurt and her presence infuriated me beyond comprehension.”
He sighed heavily "We had a big fight and I never saw her again after that."
"Did you love her?" You asked trying to fight the twinge of jealousy that always hit you when he mentioned that woman. He shook his head, "I thought so, but that was before I met you and knew what true love is."
You nodded "Go on"
"After that I discovered this place called Kamar Taj that could heal my hands and I traveled there. At that point I didn't exactly care what I looked like or so I told myself because there was no solution to the problem. My hair started to grow naturally, as well as the beard that I couldn't shave anymore.”
You tried to hide but there were tears in your eyes. It was unbearable to you to imagine your man going through all of that completely alone.
He didn't seem to note your reaction or pretend he didn’t. “At some point my hands started to hurt less, but I ended up choosing to trim the beard instead of shaving it because I was convinced that maintaining the appearance I had before would not bring my old life back. I needed to embrace this new life that lay ahead."
"So you decided not to cut your hair either?" He nodded.
You nodded and continued silently absorbing what he said.
"I think at some point I liked what I saw in the mirror. Of course, it took some time for the hair to grow the way I wanted it and tying it back in a ponytail was necessary so it wouldn't get in the way during training. And of course, the gray strands a weren’t so apparent back then.”
"You’re okay?" He asked caressing your face.
You shook your head "It's just that there's still so much I don't know about you, about your past. I don't like not knowing. I want to be a part of it"
He kissed your lips softly "I don't keep secrets from you baby. You can ask me anything, you know that. Besides, you are much more important than that, you are my present and my future and I love you with all my heart"
You smiled openly and pulled him to another kiss, this time much deeper. “I like the gray strands” You stated moving to get more comfortable. Stephen held you "Where are you going?" You smile reassuringly "Nowhere, I just want to be closer to you"
He hummed closing his eyes and you got back to curl a strand of his hair in your index finger
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A/N: I just can't help writing Defender being a sweetheart and a super devoted husband.
- You don't need to tell him when you are in your period, he knows exactly when it starts and when it ends and he will always prepare to give you the necessary attention at that time. He'll ask Wong to take over some of his chores so he can spend more time with you, and he'll be even more affectionate and considerate (if that were possible!)
- He will please you with your favorite food (Whether bought from your favorite restaurant or prepared for you - yes Defender Strange is a great cook.) He will buy you chocolates and will even accept to watch some of your favorite series that he hates just to please you. (And he will try his best not to make comments criticizing the inconsistency of the script.)
- He knows how colicky you are and how sore your breasts are at this time, so he will medicate you and be careful when touching you, being as gentle as possible. On very difficult days, he will prepare a hot water bag for you and lay you on the bed or on the sofa and place the bag on your belly and he will stay by your side stroking your hair until you feel better.
- You get more irritable at this time and tend to cry about anything. If you're in the kitchen and you break a glass you're going to curse and start crying. He knows this and will try his best to calm you down and distract you from whatever is pissing you off. Stephen handles your humor very well because he is very calm and centered. He is the calmer variant of Stephen. It takes a lot to destabilize it.
- He's a great masseuse. Even though his hands can't apply a lot of pressure, he manages to use a bit of magic to help and having his hands squeezing and melting away all the tension is extremely satisfying. He will ask you to sit between his legs and he will put your hair in a bun and he will massage you slowly and kiss your shoulders and you will melt in his hands.
- Defender Strange has a relatively normal sexual appetite, but there's something about knowing he can't make love to you that makes him want to make love to you even more which makes the seven days of your period pretty difficult for him, but he never, under no circumstances will he complain about it to you. He will suffer in silence and will probably masturbate to sleep.
He thinks you don't notice the way he looks at you these days, how he always kisses you a little harder than necessary and how he tries to hide his erection at night and always ends up running off to the bathroom before bed.
- After the third day when the colic becomes more bearable and your breasts stop hurting so much, you give in and it's not uncommon for you to end up pleasing him at the end of the night either by jerking him or going down on him. There is certainly something about pleasing him and watching him melt into pleasure that makes you feel extremely happy. It's a way for you to repay all the extra affection and attention he dedicates to you these days.
- If you're really into it, probably on the penultimate or last day, you'll invite him to take a shower with you and make love in the shower and he'll be extra affectionate with you. He will shower you with compliments and tell you how much he loves you and how everything you are to him and how you make him happy.
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Warnings: the much anticipated smut!! Fingering, smut (p in v), unprotected sex (not too graphic) tiny bit of angst in the beginning, soft smut, sorry if I missed anything.
Summary: you and loki begin the rest of your lives together.....
Part Nine-
Final Part one--Part two--
Silence crept through the castle, echoing through the halls when a cloaked figure appeared at the bottom of the steps. Looking around at the now lifeless furniture they slowly strode past into the castle. They walked into Loki's chambers, seeing you hunched over him, your fist balled in his shirt. "Loki...please come back to me." You sobbed looking down at him. "I..I love you..." you whispered leaning down kissing his forehead. The figure removed her hood, revealing the enchantress as she looked down at the melted snowflake. Lifting her hand she chanted as the glass shattered, the water swirling with it flying over engulfing Loki.
You quickly got to your feet, watching him become engulphed in a bright golden light as he rose into the air "what are you doing?" You yelled at the woman who didn't even look at you "leave him alone!" You yelled again when you looked over eyes widening. You watched as Loki's skin went from the deep blue to a beautiful alabaster, the bulk of his muscles disappearing, leaving a lean slender frame, his horns vanishing as his long hair swirled with the glow before it gently set him back down on his side, the light dissipating when you heard him groan.
You took a step forward, watching him lean up on one arm "L..loki..." you whispered as he got up, turning to you. You walked up to him, seeing his ruby eyes were now a beautiful emerald. Searching them you reached up pushing his hair back cupping his cheek as he leaned into your touch "y/n.." he said shakely, tears forming in his eyes "I'm here.." you breathed, feeling the tears stream down your cheeks. He thumbed away your tears, leaning down he gently pressed his lips to yours, wrapping your arms around his neck you laced your fingers into his hair, deepening the kiss hearing him groan. You broke the kiss, seeing the sunlight steam through the window, his chambers looking as if nothing had happened.
"I love you y/n." He whispered, pressing his forehead to yours "I love you Loki." You whispered back closing your eyes, feeling his arms around you when you heard commotion outside "come on." You said grabbing his hand you led him to the foyer, watching in awe as the furniture turned back into who they were before, the rest of the castle returing to its former glory. "Master! You broke the curse!" You heard James, looking over seeing a tall man with long brown hair running up to you "it's good to see you old friend." Loki said embracing James. "Madam..you saved us." Anthony said bowing to you. You felt Loki grab your hand, seeing him smiling at you as he made his way through the crowd of people
"Lady y/n!" You heard, looking over seeing a child running at you "it's me! Peter." He smiled when you leant down hugging him. "Im so happy to see you." You said holding him tight. You stood up, seeing a beautiful red head walk through the crowd "I'm so happy for you both." She smiled wrapping you in a hug. Stepping back she looked at Loki "You mess this up, I will kill you." She said making you laugh "if I do, I will let you." Loki said squeezing your hand. You mingled with everyone, exchanging hugs when you saw Loki close his eyes rubbing his face. "I believe a celebration is in order!" Anthony yelled hearing everyone cheer. "That sounds amazing, but I think im going to take Loki to rest for awhile." You said grabbing his arm.
"Yes, of course! We will come get you both later when it's time." James said winking at you. You pulled Loki with you guiding him to his room "we can stay love, I don't mind." He smiled down at you. "After everything that's happened I insist you rest." You said lacing your fingers with his. You walked into his chambers, dropping his hand you walked over closing the curtains hearing the door close. "Darling I'm fine, I promise." He said crossing the room. "Well, then you can lay in the dark." You said hearing him laugh "only if you lay in the dark with me." He whispered in your ear making you jump. "L..loki, i.." you started, feeling his hands wrap around your middle, pressing his large hand on your stomach.
You turned in his arms, shivering at his proximity as his hand pressed to your lower back. Placing your hands on his chest you felt his muscles flex "Loki, I want to....I do." You said looking up meeting his eyes "but I'm not very....experienced." you whispered. You watched his eyes soften as he smiled at you. "Can I tell you...I have wanted you since the moment I saw you." He said, his eyes roaming your face. "Your beautiful eyes, that saw me when no one else did." He whispered kissing your eyelids. "Your perfect lips, that spoke nothing but kindness to me, even when i did not deserve it." He whispered gently kissing your lips. "Your hands, that healed me." He said grabbing your hands kissing the back of them. "I adore everything about you." He said leaning closer, his nose touching yours.
You closed your eyes, feeling his warm breath fan against your cheek. "Please y/n..." he breathed. You tilted your head up, pressing your lips to his as his hands roamed your sides traveling to your back. You felt his tongue glide across your bottom lip, moaning as his lips slanted over yours, his tongue pressing in massaging yours. You gripped his shirt feeling his fingers unlace your dress, gripping the sides pulling the back open. He pulled back, nibbling on your lip as he grabbed the shoulders of the dress, slowly pulling it down your arms "it was a lovely dress.." he breathed, pushing it past your waist letting it pool around your feet "but not near as lovely as you love." He said, his eyes roaming your exposed figure.
You brought your arms up trying to cover your bare chest when he gently grasped your wrists "no love, I need to see you." He said. Turning you from the window he slowly backed you up to the bed, stopping when the back of your knees hit the mattress. He leaned down, gently kissing your neck as his fingers ghosted down your arms. "Lokiii..." you moaned, tilting your head back feeling his lips latch onto your collar bone. He slowly kneeled down, gently kissing your stomach making you gasp as your hands flew up trying to cover your stretch marks when he grabbed your hands in his, looking up at you. "You are beautiful darling, let me worship you." He said, placing another soft kiss to your stomach.
You laced your fingers through his hair, watching him hook his fingers under the hem of your panties, slowly sliding them down your legs, not breaking eye contact as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your thigh. Lifting your feet you stepped out of them watching him toss them aside. He grabbed your hips, slowly standing up "lay down love.." he whispered kissing your cheek. You climbed on the bed, settling back against the pillows watching him run a hand through his hair, pulling his shirt off tossing it aside. His eyes met yours as he hooked his thumbs under the hem of his pants, slowly sliding them down leaving him bare to you.
Your eyes traveled down to his chiseled chest, his abs flexing as he climbed on the bed, the look in his eyes sending a shiver down your spine. He reached up, parting your knees settling between them as his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. You felt his fingers slide up your side, gently cupping your breast, his thumb rubbing over your nipple making you moan into his mouth. He broke the kiss, traveling down to your collarbone, licking and sucking on the sensative skin above your beast. You buried your hand in his hair, holding him to you rocking your hips up. "Lokii...please.." you breathed, feeling his tongue circle your nipple, softly blowing on making you arch your back.
You groaned feeling his fingers slide down, slowly sliding through your folds as his mouth engulfed your nipple, nipping it with his teeth. "God...please loki...I need...." you panted, rocking your hips with his hand. He pulled off your breast with a pop, looking up at you "what do you need love...say it." He growled, his fingers circling your entrance "aahh you...I need you..." you moaned as he sank a finger inside you, slowly sliding it in and out. "How bad do you need me..." he breathed, adding another finger making you cry out "Loki..." you groaned gripping the pillow under your head biting your lip. He slid his fingers out making you whine. "Don't worry love, I'll give you what you need." He purred, climbing between your parted thighs.
You felt his erection press against your folds making you gasp. "I'll go slow love." He said cupping your cheek he leaned down gently kissing you as he slowly pressed inside you. You slid your arms around his back, digging your nails down his skin as he pulled out thrusting back in, his head dropping to your shoulder as he bottomed out. "God love...you feel amazing.." he panted fisting the sheets. You felt him twitch inside you making you moan "loki...more....please..." you groaned feeling him pull his hips back before pushing back in. You arched your chest up to his, rocking your hips with his feeling every inch of him against your walls.
"Haa..harder...aahhh..." you moaned as he snapped his hips into you sharply making you cry out. He thrust into you at and unforgiving pace, feeling your stomach tighten you reached up gripping his hair hard hearing him growl "g..goooddd..i..im..." you tried, your mind feeling fuzzy as he slammed into you. "Aahh I can feel you...c...come for me love..." he groaned, sliding his arm under your shoulder, holding you to him. You felt your walls clench around him, feeling every inch of him as you came hard screaming his name. "Aaahh....y/n....." he groaned, thrusting inside you holding himself there you felt him spill inside you. He thrust in a few more times before slipping out making you whine. He pressed his forehead to yours, you both panting as you came down.
He lifted his head looking down at you. You reached up, pushing his hair back cupping his cheek "I love you so much y/n." He breathed smiling. "I love you too, so much" You smiled back, lifting up kissing him. "Do you wish to take a bath with me?" He asked starting to get up when you grabbed him pulling him back down. "Not yet.." you said wrapping your arms around him. He rolled into his back pulling you to him, your head resting on his chest hearing his heartbeat making you sigh. "I was thinking...i know you want to see the world, what's say we go on an adventure, just you and me?" He asked rubbing your arm. "Well I would need to check on my father..." you trailed off, your finger tracing his stomach "He is more then welcome here, he'll have everything he needs." Loki said running his fingers through your hair.
You looked up at him smiling "really?" You asked seeing him smile back "Absolutely, our home is his home." He said pushing your hair back. You laid your head back down unable to stop smiling "so, where would you like to go first love?" He asked rubbing your back "as long as we're together, I don't care where we are." You said wrapping your arm around his middle hugging him. "You'll never be without me again love, I swear." He said kissing the top of your head. You closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep wondering what dreams would come since they already came true.....
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Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader, Defender!Strange x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: Y/n and Stephen have been together for two years and have what many consider to be a perfect relationship. However, things change with the arrival of a visitor from another universe.
Word Count: 3,8k
A/N: This one shot is part of a series of fics dedicated to the reader's poly relationship with og Stephen, Defender and Supreme Strange based on this headcanon.
Warnings: Slight smut (p in v, creampie, basically shower sex)
"This was amazing" Stephen said stroking your back, you were lying on top of him, his cock still deep inside you, his cum oozing from your cunt still swollen from your lovemaking.
"Sex with you is always amazing, Stephen" You replied turning to plant a kiss on his lips and moving to stand up. "No, please, stay"
You chuckled "I need to work and so do you"
You got up slowly and he groaned sitting up in bed and running his hands over his face "This is one of those days I would kill to just stay in bed with you."
"You say that every day" You said walking into the bathroom and turning on the shower. You let the hot water wash your face and wet your hair, you were distracted with your eyes closed rinsing the shampoo when you felt Stephen's hands pulling you hugging you from behind, his cock half hard already rubbing your ass.
"Stephen we don't have time for this, I'm already late" He turned you towards him and pushed you against the wall "I'll be quick" He grabbed his cock and gave a couple of jerks and pulled you onto his lap, using one hand to thrust inside you hard.
You clung to his neck as he fucked you. You were more than sated, Stephen had been out for three days on a mission and came back last night, he fucked you twice in the Sanctum's hall and once in the middle of the night when he woke you up with his cock already inside you. He had fucked you just a few minutes ago and yet he was there asking for more and claiming you as his.
"Stephen..." You moaned "Hurry up"
He kissed you passionately humming in your lips and bit your lower lip, his thrusts becoming more erratic and losing rhythm. "I'm almost there, sweetheart" He breathed burying his head in the crook of your neck. You threaded your fingers through his hair, your other hand firmly on his back, scratching hard enough to leave marks.
"Fuck... you. are. so. good" He groaned punctuating the words with each thrust as he poured himself inside you.
He kissed your lips gently placing you on the floor, the hot water washing away the cum that trickled between your legs.
You finished showering and got ready quickly, you were already more than late so you gave up drying your hair and left it wet. Stephen got dressed in his blue robe and boots and as if it knew the right moment to enter, clocky opened the door and flew in, wrapping itself around you first as if saying good morning and then clung to Stephen's shoulders.
"I can open a portal to your work if you like" Stephen said looking at the clock. You denied "I'd rather avoid the office gossip, they already tease me because I'm dating an Avenger."
Stephen grimaced "I am not an Avenger"
You nodded "Tell them that."
You left for work and Stephen went to Kamar Taj and so the day started.
It was after 4pm when you finished the last few reports for your boss and packed your things to leave. Stephen had left a message on your phone saying he probably wouldn't be home for dinner, and you responded with an angry emoji. You took a taxi to the Sanctum and a few minutes later you were home. The door opened by itself as usual for you to enter. In the beginning you were scared of the Sanctum, many times the house seemed to have a life of its own, but now after two years you had already got used to it.
However when you entered the main hall you heard a noise like something breaking and part of the ceiling collapsed and a ray of white light seemed to blind you.
You screamed scared shielding your eyes. That's when you heard a grunt of pain and ran to see what had happened. You figured it was Stephen, it wouldn't be the first time he's made a dramatic entrance and you were right, it was Stephen, just not your Stephen.
Lying on the floor among the rubble of what was the main staircase was a different Stephen dressed in black and red robes, his hair was long and seemed to be tied in a ponytail.
"Oh my god.. " You stared at him paralyzed for a minute, he looked dead. You took your cell phone and called Stephen, but he didn't pick up. "Damn it!" You threw your stuff on the floor and jumped into the gaping hole in the foyer floor. You staggered over to the man who looked like Stephen, you knew you shouldn't do that, you didn't even know if this was indeed a man or one of those aliens that impersonate other people, but at the same time something inside you seemed to say that it was Stephen, even if it didn't make any sense.
You knelt beside him and put two fingers on his neck feeling his pulse, it was weak but at least he was alive. You called him by slapping his face to wake him up and it took some time, but he groaned in pain opening his eyes. He frowned looking at you like he was shocked
"Y/n?"
…
"How long has he been out?" Wong asked kneeling beside the other Stephen. You would have pulled him out of the floor, but there was no way you could have done that. Stephen also knelt beside him and touched his neck. "Pulse is stable"
You sighed nervously "I've spent the last two hours trying to talk to you, any of you, do you have any idea how scary that was for me?"
Stephen frowned, looking at you with an absurd tranquility for someone who was facing another version of himself.
"So... he's not a skrull?" You asked.
Wong vehemently denied "He's human, no magic, no disguise."
You sighed in relief, but that only served to worry you in another way "He's been out for over two hours. Maybe he needs a doctor."
Stephen disagreed "He's physically fine, the unconsciousness comes from the use of magic. Probably the same magic that brought him here. He's drained, he needs rest" He stared at the other Stephen for a second "You said he knew your name ..."
You nodded "It was the only thing he said when he saw me, he looked shocked as if he knew me."
Wong nodded "Do you think this is a visit from another universe, Strange?"
Stephen nodded "Got a better theory?"
"But how did he get here?" Wong asked looking at you confused "And how did he know your name?"
You shook your head "Please, we can leave the questions for later, let's get him out of the floor. He needs care"
Stephen stared at you in surprise at your sudden concern for the other him.
Stephen and Wong took the other Strange to one of the Sanctum's guest rooms and Stephen made sure there were no injuries that needed attention, except for a few superficial cuts on his cheekbones, he appeared to be fine. It took a few hours for him to wake up and you couldn't leave his side and Stephen wouldn't leave your side, it was an awkward situation to say the least and you could tell by the way he looked at you that he was jealous.
When the other Strange woke up, Stephen immediately placed himself between you and him.
"Where am I?" The other Strange's voice was a little huskier.
"You are in the New York Sanctum. My name is Stephen Strange and I am master of this Sanctum."
He tried to get up, but you ran towards him instinctively stopping him "Please remain lying down, you need to recover." He stared at you in surprise, his hair was now loose and falling over his face, he had a full beard and, god, he was handsome.
"Y/n? I thought it was a dream when I saw you, but it's real. Everything is real."
He looked sad, his ocean eyes were red and wet with tears he refused to shed.
"How did you get here?" Stephen asked.
He stared at you for a second and then looked away at Stephen, not for a moment did he seem surprised that he was seeing another version of himself.
"My universe has collapsed. I am the Sorcerer Supreme, I should have saved everyone, but I failed. I don't know how I got here, the last thing I remember is a white light and when I opened my eyes I saw... you." He looked at you sitting on the bed and ran his hands over his face and through his hair. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause any trouble."
You shook your head "It's okay, it wasn't your fault."
"Technically it was" Stephen replied "You were the Sorcerer Supreme, your role was to protect your reality..."
"Stephen" You scolded him and the other Stephen nodded "He's right. I failed my friends, I failed Kamar Taj, I failed Wong..."
You felt your heart heavy in your chest when you saw the tears flowing from his eyes and as strange as it was, you felt the urge to hug him, after all that was what you always do when something let Stephen in that state.
"How do you know her? Was there a version of her in your universe?" Stephen asked looking at you and him probably noticing the tension between the two of you.
He denied "No, I don't think so. At least I never met you and believe me, I searched for you." He stared at you for a second before turning his attention back to Stephen "I've seen both of you in my dreams. Every night for the last two years I've seen her through your eyes."
Stephen frowned "Are you telling me that you dreamed of our universe, how is that possible?"
He nodded "Dreams are windows to our multiversal selves. My theory was right"
You bit your lip nervously "When you say you saw me through Stephen's eyes, what does that mean? What exactly did you see?"
Stephen stared at you wishing you hadn't asked that question, it was already clear enough to him.
The other Strange looked at you with some shyness "Everything."
You felt your face blushing so hard that you had to look away.
"And now?" Stephen asked not knowing if he really wanted an answer.
"I don't know…" He was interrupted by the subtle knock on the door and Wong's entrance.
"Wong" He exclaimed in surprise and you turned around watching the scene. He looked happy to see him. Wong greeted him with a nod "Strange"
"It's good to see you my friend, even if you're not my Wong"
Stephen raised an eyebrow watching the scene and Wong stared at him with a rare smirk "He could easily become my favorite Strange"
Stephen rolled his eyes "So what do we do now? What do we do with him? I imagine having two versions of the same man living in the same universe is dangerous for this reality, isn't it"
You stared at Wong slightly worried about what he would answer. Even though you had only known that other Strange for a few hours, you cared for him and as far as you understood, he had nowhere to go.
"You are the Sorcerer Supreme, Wong, you decide" Stephen pressed.
The other Strange glared at Stephen "Aren't you the Sorcerer Supreme?" The surprise in his voice seemed to irritate Stephen "No, I'm not the Sorcerer Supreme because I bleeped for 5 years in the war against Thanos."
"I will take the present situation to the masters of Kamar Taj and we will decide what will be done. Until then you can stay in the Sanctum as our guest. I believe I can trust you as much as I trust my Strange."
Stephen glared at Wong "My Strange?" He mouthed teasingly and Wong completely ignored him.
The other Strange nodded "Of course."
Wong nodded and was about to leave when he spoke to Strange again "So that this doesn't get even more confusing, how can I refer to you?"
"My friends used to call me Defender Strange."
Wong nodded "Perfect. We'll let you rest now, Defender. We can talk in the morning."
…
As the days passed, it became clear that Defender Strange's place was in the Sanctum with you. Wong called a meeting at Kamar Taj where it was decided that not only could he stay, but he could eventually take on an important role in protecting this universe.
Stephen didn't seem happy with the idea at first, but ended up accepting it because just like you, he knew there was no other way.
The first few days with Defender in the Sanctum were awkward to say the least, but you couldn't hide the fact that you found him charming. He was different from your Stephen, not just in appearance, but in everything else. He was calm, extremely serious, he rarely smiled, but his eyes had a certain tenderness when he looked at you.
You noticed his gaze on you when you did the most banal things like cooking or when you sat in the living room with your laptop on your lap to work as you used to do.
Defender liked to be useful and he had a certain mania for organization that was completely contrary to your Stephen. While Stephen read the library books and left them spread out on the table, Defender spent a good part of the day in the library and on one of the afternoons that you found him there you noticed that he was taking care of the books, arranging and cataloging them with meticulous care.
"You don't have to do this, you know?" You said on that occasion. He looked at you and as he only did in your presence he smiled. "I like to be helpful." He replied and you can see a certain sadness in his eyes "In my world I was..."
"The Sorcerer Supreme" You replied. He shook his head "Here, I don't know what I am."
You looked at him in surprise "You are Stephen Strange"
He shook his head "In a world that already has its Stephen Strange. What does that make me?"
You smiled looking away and staring at your hands "I didn't get a chance to say how sorry I am for what happened to your universe. I don't understand a lot of these things, just what my Stephen explained to me... I am really sorry. "
He looked deep into your eyes "Thank you."
You touched his hand "I'm sure you'll find your purpose here, Defender Strange."
It didn't take long before the short dialogues soon became into heated conversations, you loved hearing the stories about his universe and contrary to what you might imagine, talking about it made him happy, he was very proud of the life he had before everything went wrong and soon you realized that little by little he began to forgive himself for what had happened.
Stephen quickly realized that there was a connection between you, although he was jealous of you he never brought it up because he knew that although Defender was clearly in love with you, Stephen doubted he would try anything and he trusted you. You loved and respected him and would never betray him, but that didn't stop you from falling in love with his irritatingly charming variant and he knew it wouldn't take long for you to fall in love with Defender, if you hadn't already.
It only took a few weeks for Wong to put Defender in charge of duties at Kamar Taj, when Wong realized that he had a natural talent for teaching he was put in charge of training the students. In addition, his work at the Sanctum library, which was nothing more than a distraction for him, was praised by Wong who asked him to help the current Kamar Taj librarian catalog and care for the books. With that, he started to stay away longer, which gave you and Stephen back the privacy you were missing.
On one of the nights Defender stayed at the Kamar Taj instead of going back to the Sanctum, you cooked Stephen a romantic dinner and the two of you ate and talked like you hadn't done in a while. Soon you went from the dining room to the bedroom and Stephen made love to you with a desperate passion, his lips didn't leave your mouth, your chin, your neck for not even a second and when he came inside you for the second time he whispered in your ear how much he loved you.
"He is in love with you" Stephen said after a few minutes of silence. You were clinging to his arms, your face on his chest, your hand tracing circles on his abdomen. You froze. "He always was, even before he actually met you."
You breathed out slowly, noticing that you were holding your breath.
"I need to know if you feel the same way about him." You looked at him in surprise "Stephen..."
"It's okay, this isn't a common situation, it wouldn't be your fault if you tell me you have feelings for him, I just need to know."
You didn't answer, but that was enough for Stephen to understand.
"Would you like me to share you with him?"
"What?" You didn't know how to react to that question. Was that a test? Was he testing how faithful you were to him?
"I wouldn't mind." He stated and you can't help but feel slightly offended by his statement.
"Wouldn't you mind sharing me with another man?"
He frowned "I didn’t say that. I said I wouldn’t mind sharing you with myself."
You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out.
He touched your face "Don't take this as if I don't care about you, quite the contrary, I love you y/n and I'm doing everything in my power to make things work out right now because I don't want to lose you"
You nodded "You will never lose me Stephen, you are the man of my life." He kissed you, his thumb rubbing your cheek "But now there's two of me"
…
The conversation with Stephen made you see the present situation in a completely new light. Where before there was a certain amount of guilt, there was now an expectation. You no longer berated yourself every time your heart raced when Defender opened a portal in the living room on his way back from work at the Kamar Taj, instead you looked forward to the moment. You looked forward to every second you could spend with him, looked forward to the conversations and the way he made you feel, as if butterflies had made a nest in your stomach.
It was one of the afternoons when Stephen was away on a mission with the Avengers that Defender came home knowing full well that you would be alone. Normally he stayed at the Kamar Taj when Stephen wasn't home, but that late afternoon he took the time to be alone with you. There was so much he needed to say and he knew you had feelings for him too and after a long talk with your Stephen he decided to settle it once and for all.
If his intentions weren't to your liking, he would need to get away from you. He had already sounded out Wong about the possibility of him living in the Kamar Taj and the Sorcerer Supreme had vehemently agreed to the idea. He couldn't be near you anymore without being able to touch you, the dreams were painful enough, but this was torture.
When he got back to the Sanctum that afternoon you were distracted typing on your laptop. You lifted your head to look at him and smiled, there was a certain surprise in your eyes and also a shyness that he found charming.
"You came home" You said hesitantly "I thought you was staying at Kamar Taj... I didn't prepare anything for dinner." He smiles reassuringly "Don't worry, it's okay."
He took a shower and as he rarely did, he put on something other than his robes, just some sweatpants and a T-shirt and went downstairs expecting to find you in the main hall, but you weren't there. He followed the sound coming from the kitchen and found you fumbling around trying to decide what to cook for dinner. "If I'd known you were coming back I would have thought of something..." He put himself between you and the refrigerator "Please, I'm not hungry, don't worry about it."
You nodded laughing nervously "I'm a terrible housewife" He smirked "I doubt you're terrible at anything."
You looked away feeling your face heat up "You are very kind"
"No, you are too perfect"
He touched your face, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand.
"I've always wanted to touch you. Every night I would go to bed anticipating the moment when I would have you in my arms, even if it was just a dream."
You swallowed, feeling your heart pounding so hard in your chest you could hear it pounding in your ears. "Defender..."
He approached slowly, his chest brushing yours, his lips so close to yours that you could feel his warm breath, but in a last second of reason you placed your hand on his chest and took a step back.
He smirked "He's a lucky man."
You backed away from him as if the physical distance was enough to help clear your thoughts. "Stephen and I had a talk about you."
He raised an eyebrow, "Interesting. We've both had a conversation about you."
You looked at him in surprise "What did he say?"
Defender smirked "He asked me if I would agree to share you with him"
You blushed so hard you had to look away.
"I told him that I would do anything for you as long as, of course, you are in agreement." He walked towards you trapping you between him and the counter "I told him I'd rather have half of you than not have you at all." He held your hand "But all I care about is what you want. I'm ready to handle any decision you make."
You could barely look at him, your body was shaking like the first time you made love to your Stephen. It didn't matter that you knew they were the same man, he still wasn't your man. But you so wanted him to be.
He cupped your face in his shaking hands "Look at me. Tell me what you want."
You looked up at him, ocean blue eyes staring at you with such passion. You breathed out heavily "I want you Defender, I want you both."
He grins "Then you'll have me, baby. You can have us both."
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