springtime kisses in the rain -
inspired by this moodboard created by @burnthoneymint
rating: general audience, fluff, a quick taste of smut to come...and MAGIC, of course 💖
word count: 1.3k
The sun shower passed almost as quickly as it came, and left the air filled with the freshness of spring and rife with the possibilities of romance. You couldn’t help thinking in such poetic, starry-eyed terms—not only because you were a hopeless romantic by nature, but because of the company you kept. For this all too fleeting afternoon, anyway.
You had it bad for the man at your side, and that was without him even trying. There was a magic to Stephen Strange beyond that of his scarred yet talented hands, and it had you enrapt beyond any hope of resisting. Months of slow burn flirtation—initiated by you and which he had hesitantly reciprocated at first, until he decided that he could trust you with his mind-boggling secret—had finally blossomed into dating. Today’s excursion to the Botanical and Butterfly Gardens of Central Park had been his idea—the picnic basket of decadent treats you carried, yours—and the afternoon had been utterly charming until the rain began to fall.
Stephen had immediately ushered you beneath a canopy of cherry blossom laden branches for the duration, surprising you when he smoothed back your wet bangs so he could press warm kisses to your forehead, a low thrum of contentment rising from his chest as he went on to kiss the raindrops from your eyes and nose, to finally hover a fraction from your lips. “Better?” he asked softly.
“Mmmmm…much,” you had hummed, replying with eager kisses of your own. Savoring the divine plumpness of his lower lip, tugging it gently between your teeth as you had learned he enjoyed. Your heart racing with happiness when he pulled you flush against him, dizzying you with the sudden hunger of his kiss. That’s when you lost track of time, and barely held onto an awareness of Nature’s vital life all around you. Lost in the perfect play of his tongue in your mouth, while Stephen planted one hand on the center of you back, and daringly cupped the other upon your breast.
Releasing you from the growing demand of his kiss—for you both needed to draw deep gasps of air—his voice went low enough to make you shiver. “You’re delicious, darling. The sweetest taste I’ve had in years.”
You opened your eyes to find his riveted upon your face, their pale, sundrenched blue grown dark with the lust that the press of your body to his, had awakened. Compelled by equal desire, you gave bold assurance, “I’m a woman of many flavors, Stephen. And when the time is right, I’d have you taste them all…”
His gorgeous smirk told you he was more than ready to, and but for the rain and being in so public a place, he’d take you at your word this very moment. The heat of his gaze seemed to strip you bare, and you shivered again with longing to have it be so. “But how careless of me—to let you catch a chill from the rain,” he teased, knowing full well that he was the true cause of your trembling.
“No,” you protested, “Not at all, Stephen. When I’m with you, I’m…I’m perfectly fine.” More than fine, you were thinking; I could walk on air if you bid me to. I would happily drown in your kisses.
He lifted a brow as though he’d caught a trace of your secret admission, but soon smiled warmly, tilting your chin up to deliver a soft, chaste kiss, then leaned his forehead on yours. “Sun’s out again,” he noted. “And look- there’s a rainbow,” he motioned, so that you turned to spot it spilling through the swiftly retreating storm clouds.
“It’s beautiful,” you mused, sighing as Stephen wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. “Do you think the rain is done for the afternoon?”
He chuckled against your ear. “Well, if I have anything to say about it, then ‘yes’.” Assuring you in his quiet way, that he’d use his power to keep any further rainfall at bay, if only to please you. Stephen scooped up the wicker basket that you’d let drop when his kisses had stolen both your attention and your will. “If I recall correctly, there’s a meadow dotted with wildflowers at the end of this path. Perfect spot for a picnic,” he suggested.
“Lead the way, darling, and I’ll gladly follow,” you told him, offering up your hand. He took it gladly, his large hand engulfing yours as he tugged you along. Perhaps his eagerness meant he was hungry—though you hoped it was as much for you, as for the sweet treats you’d packed for this outing. Several minutes later, he led you to a sunny spot at least a dozen yards away from the path.
Wildflowers abounded in a riot of brilliant colors, their petals beaded with water, and the tall grass too damp to recline upon. You pouted in disappointment, but not for long. “I’ve got this, Y/N,” he promised, handing you the basket. Stephen took a look around, in every direction, making sure that there would be no witness but you to the spell he was about to cast. “Piece of cake,” he winked, and placed both hands waist high, palms down, and slowly moved them in a smoothing motion. You watched as the wet all around you became just water vapor, and then evaporated. How pleased he looked at his minor but timely bit of magic, as he dropped down to sit, before pulling you down onto his lap.
“Stephen,” you exclaimed, more thrilled than surprised at the direction he now seemed to be leading you. Tangling his hands in your hair, breathing his warmth and his zeal upon the skin of your neck. “But aren’t you hungry?” you faux protested, and his answer came between kisses that smoldered upon your flesh.
“Only for you”, he vowed softly, “Only and ever for you…” You heard the low, dark honey of his voice—rich and seductive enough to make you forgo reason--but felt his words as well, like a spell imbedding them in your skin. Spreading like a delicious electric current down your spine and along your limbs to the very tips of your fingers and toes. Rousing your need to have him taste you in the ways you’d alluded to earlier. Leaving you panting, aching, wanting, whatever this master of the mystic arts might desire of you.
Though his will was ever the stronger between the two of you, the tatters of your modesty stirred you to a half-hearted plea, even as he laid you back upon the grass. “But…but anyone could come along…at…ahhhhhhh…any time…Stephen…please…”
He hovered above you, the sun like a halo behind his head, though he had become as a fallen angel afire, his sinful desire for you clear in his molten eyes and in every line of his peerlessly handsome face. “Not to worry, dear. This too, I have the power to…repair.” His eyes flickered with amusement, but never broke from your gaze, as you heard a crystal tinkling fill the air around you.
“Oooooooooooo,” you sighed in happy understanding as the Mirror Dimension came to life around you. Such a handy trick that was! For a moment you wondered just how many other women he’d seduced with that simple yet brilliant bit of magic. Certainly you couldn’t be the first. But as his lips explored the hollow of your throat, and heat bloomed in your belly at the slow trace of his powerful hand upon the diaphanous material draped across your thigh--on its way to touch you into bliss--you decided that for this afternoon it didn’t matter one damn bit. For this afternoon, Stephen Strange was completely yours—and if your luck held, he would be so until the sun faded from the sky, and the distant pinpoints of the stars shone above this field, where the seeds of love and desire would finally find willing, ready soil.
My thanks once again to @burnthoneymint , whose generous creations have served to inspire me once more! 😘💖😘
After so long I've finally found myself a new url I really love ! I've been wanting to change it for a long time since I don't think I'm the same blog as I first started out, especially fandom wise, so I thought something like this was in order. It might get me a while to get everything organized so link might be a bit funky for a while !
special thanks to @stranger-nightmare & @sanoinc for brainstorming with me as I bombarded them with my many ideas <;33
As you can see I am no longer burnthoneymint, you can find me under the name @psychedelic-ink
I'm also planning on doing a couple more changes, adding more stuff to do which you'll be learning more about soon! Ah I'll also be going by sisi along with sil (both of them short for silvana), I realized that sisi can come out of my name and I thought it was nice sdvdfv
for my followers new and old, please be sure to see my pinned post for all the information you’ll ever need about me and my account (such as my other blogs, the tags I use, etc.)
I apologize in advance for any confusion caused but I look forward to entering a new era on this account and to continuing to interact more with you all in the future xx
tagging some lovely mutuals under the cut to let you guys know 💞
This is part of the Awkward Fluff Collab I am doing with @burnthoneymint and @some-piece (who made the banner!).
Prompt: I’m so sleepy/drunk, but I still try to flirt. What a pity I mistook you for someone else.
Requested by: @burnthoneymint - Writer's pick.
2nd person. Fem!reader. Mentions of alcohol, drunkness.
Pirate parties were your favorite. The food was good, the atmosphere was nice, everyone seemed to be happy, and the alcoholic beverages seemed to be bottomless. You were usually a little more conservative when it came to your drinking habits, life on a ship required you to be sober most of the time for adventures and possible emergencies. But something about parties made the liquid courage so much more accessible and made it easier to convince your mind that a ‘few more drinks’ couldn’t really hurt. Right?
Truth be told, the fact that you called it liquid courage today, was because you were pretty sure you could use some of that quality booze to lower your inhibitions and finally make a move on the ship’s cook. You had your eye on Sanji for a while now, and while you were definitely enjoying all the special attention he gave you along with the other female crew members, you couldn’t help but long for more.
You knew the best way to get there was to let him know that you were interested, but that was way easier said than done. You were a disaster when it came to expressing such feelings, and when it came to flirting? Well, someone call the paramedics because there’s an accident waiting to happen.
That being said, nothing that a little alcohol won’t help, and thus, that’s why you were now on your… well, you couldn’t exactly remember how many glasses you had drunk already, but you were feeling good. A pleasant buzz was in your head, everything seemed funnier than before. It was time to get to the next step of the plan: find the object of your affection, flirt a little, make him want more and then reel him in slowly, like a good fish caught for dinner.
The first signal that something was wrong came the minute you tried to stand up. Your legs felt wobbly, a bit like jelly, and the pleasant, small waves that made walking on deck usually so enjoyable, now seemed like a huge storm determined to bring you out of balance. It took you three tries to get to stand up straight, and another seven to make it across the ship, where you held onto the railing to steady yourself.
“Okay y/n, you can do it. Slow and steady, take some deep breaths”, you tried to encourage yourself.
You followed your own advice, and as you turned to continue on your mission a lightbulb went off in your head. Maybe you should try and test your techniques on someone else first. You could just tell them afterward it’s for Sanji. Maybe you could get some tips to improve, so you would be irresistible when you finally used them on him. In the hazy fog that was clouding your brain, this seemed like the best plan you’ve had in your life.
You walked around, looking for someone that would be okay with your advances in the other crew. Your thought process was, that since you wouldn’t be with the other crew anymore from tomorrow onwards, even if this all went wrong, the awkwardness wouldn’t last. The worst thing that could happen was that Sanji himself would reject your advances, but you trusted him to be nice enough to not hold that against you afterward.
You picked another blond, similar body type to Sanji, wanting to not break the illusion too much. You took another deep breath (and another gulp of your drink) before you made your way over to them.
A million things to say went through your head. Clever things, funny pick-up lines, downright romantic (and slightly melodramatic) opening sentences. So you had no idea why your brain decided that “Nice ass” was the best you could come up with. You had a sly grin on your face, eyebrows slightly raised as you nodded to your own remark. Your hazy brain had officially crowned you the queen of pickup lines, nothing could go wrong.
The man turned around, confusion apparent on his face.
“I’m sorry y/n, you said something?”
“Yes.” You turned your head a little, grin still very present on your face. You took a pause, another sip of your drink and repeated the two words. Again, you were extremely proud at the compliment you had conjured up.
The man looked at you in confusion, and you frowned in response. Why wasn’t it working?
“Y/n, are you drunk?”
“Yeah, a little. What of it?” You felt yourself getting a little defensive. Everyone here was drunk. Why weren’t you allowed to be drunk?
“Nothing wrong with it… but, please be careful, you don’t want to say those kinds of things to the wrong person. They might take advantage of you.”
You frowned. This was supposed to be a practice in flirting, not a talk on the morality of the average man present on the ship. You decided to tell him just that.
“Practise in flirting? With me?”
“Yeah… I kinda just want to flirt with Sanji, can’t do it without this,” you held up your drink and emptied it, holding it out for someone to give you a refill. The man you were talking to gently took the cup from your hands, not refilling it, much to your dismay.
“I think you’ve had enough, Y/n”
“You don’t know me, you don’t get to say what I can or can’t drink. Just tell me what to say to Sanji so he will think I am absolutely irresistible.”
“I’m pretty sure he already thinks that, y/n”
You frowned again, thinking this conversation was going nowhere. You’d go find Sanji now, and just bluntly tell him your feelings. That would work and maybe you could still add in your flirting skills. You tried to grab your cup back to get that refill, losing your balance in the process, falling forward. Luckily the blond guy stepped forward and pulled you back up with an arm around your waist. You didn’t even get the chance to register you were falling.
You gasped from the sudden shock, inhaling his scent, and all of a sudden part of the fog in your head cleared. You felt your knees grow weak and despite the man supporting you, you sunk to your knees on the deck, the man kneeling down with you.
“Y/n? Are you okay? Should I go get Chopper?”
You were feeling all kinds of flustered. Your mind was clear, your words still slurred.
“Sanji- I- You… me… I didn’t think… I thought… I- blond, look like you… IS you… oh no”
He chuckled. “We’ll talk this out after you’ve had a nap, Y/n, you could really use one.”
You were feeling so weak, you could only nod in response, your world a blur again as you felt yourself being picked up and carried to the girl’s room. Your head was spinning, a mix of embarrassment, alcohol-induced dizziness, and a feeling that you couldn’t quite place, but your heart was beating so fast and you felt like you could cry.
When you were dropped on your bed, a soft kiss was placed on your forehead.
“Sanji I-”
“It’s okay Y/n. We’ll talk about this tomorrow. That is, if you can remember it.” He winked at you and let out a chuckle. You looked at your blankets, unable to make eye contact all of a sudden, all the extra confidence that you had gained through the alcohol had been left on deck the moment you fell to your knees. You nodded, and you heard him leave the room, although he hesitated right before the door.
Sorry I am answering this so late but I have many thoughts...
I think the most obvious one is that I am an absolute slut for Jake Lockley 🤪 like call me señorita and I'll be a puddle 😩
k but Layla also looked good as fuck like this is the slay we all needed
no offense but Ethan Hawke just sounds like a gringo while trying to speak any other language than English 💀 like simu was in the right for calling out his really bad Mandarin
alssoooooo...are Harrow & Ammit dead dead???? I know Jake shot them, but also I feel like they might end up coming back for season 2 🤔
I was expecting Blade to be teased but honestly I'm not even mad about that lol
fuckin Khonshu really let go of Steven and Marc knowing his ass had a loophole what a shithead
I almost cried when Marc went back for Steven and was willing to sacrifice his life for him like this is the self love we wanted in Marvel (not whatever they were trying to do for Loki skdjskghal)
AND THE FACT THAT MARC HELD THEIR HEARTS TOGETHER LIKE THAT SHIT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL WHOEVER'S IDEA THAT WAS TO PUT THAT IN THE SHOW DESERVES TO HAVE THEIR ASS EATEN IDC
I love Taweret she was such a peach and I wanted more of her :')
Moonknight is officially my favorite Marvel show. Thanks for coming to my TED Talk
I don't think we ever interacted before but happy birthday!!! Love the gifs you make thank you spending time in making them <3333
Thank you so much for this message and sharing my work! When I saw the blurred picture, I was 50% sure it was a butt. In fact it was a very cute cat: 10/10 I recommend 😌
Hello! This advent calendar event is just genius! I love the concept so much, may I please get 12 with Sanji, Law or Cavendish with a female reader? Thank you so much! sending much love and early merry christmas!
Hi Sil!! Thank you so much, I’m so glad you enjoyed the event concept, it’s been so much fun! And thank you for your request (And allowing for me to write Sanji 😭 I hardly ever get requests for him and I just love him so much). This prompt was timed SO perfectly for Sanji (and the others, just because Law is such a little gremlin sometimes and Cavendish is...well, Cavendish). I might have...gone a little crazy with length? But I really hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Merry Christmas Eve! ❤
Any quality time that Sanji’s S/O wants with him is basically his number one priority. He loves her so much that if he had it his way, they would be together as often as humanly possible. When she wants to be in the kitchen with him? Even better. When she actually wants to cook something? Especially make something as cute as Christmas cookies? It’s about a thousand times more special. The kitchen is his haven, his home away from home—a place he gets to create his art. For her to take an interest in the things he loves is so incredible and exciting for him. Sanji will be bouncing wall to wall from sheer joy—so much so that she’s really going to have to help him compose himself a little.
First things first; he’ll help her tie a little apron on, complimenting how adorable she is when she’s wearing it and beaming from ear to ear that they match. Next, he’ll involve her as much as he possibly can in the process of making the cookies. If she wants to measure out the ingredients? He’ll show her the order to put them in. She wants to mix the cookies? He’ll watch her with heart eyes as she mixes—going a little too fast at one point that a little flour gets on her face. Sanji will stand behind her and help knead the dough together, and find tons of cute cookie cutters in all different shapes so they can cut them out. He won’t hold her hand the entire time, but he does make sure to pamper her as they work.
Once the cookies are baked and are cooling, he’ll start preparing to decorate them. He’ll make icings in whatever colors and flavors she wants; he’ll pull whatever candies and sprinkles she may to top them with, and he’ll make sure everything is set up nice and neat in some piping bags; all with different tips. When the cookies have cooled enough to pipe onto, he’ll leave her to her own devices—expertly piping intricate details and carefully placing candies and sprinkles onto specific places on his own creations. Lots of perfectly decorated trees, cute gingerbread men, sweet looking snowmen, and beautiful poinsettias—all of them looking like they belong in a bakery. Sanji will look up every once and a while, smiling as he sees how adorable her cookies are, complimenting her as she works (Even if they are a bit of a trainwreck in appearance). He will sincerely tell her how everyone looks like a piece of art, and will graciously be the first to taste her masterpieces.
When Law is in the kitchen, he mostly just...exists. He doesn’t really help, and he doesn’t really hinder while he’s around—mostly just observing whatever is going on, especially if his S/O is cooking. It’s not that he doesn’t know how to cook or bake (which, he doesn’t very well in the first place) he just doesn’t have any real interest in it. At most, he’ll make himself some onigiri for lunch, or just brew himself a little coffee. When his sweet S/O tries to involve him in cooking, he will hang around if he’s not busy. He won’t really help unless she’s struggling with something (like getting an ingredient from a high shelf, taking something out of the oven, watching a pot while she’s busy with something else).
For him to actually make some Christmas cookies with her? It will take a lot of convincing on her part. She’ll have to make sure he’s not busy, and really drag his stubborn butt with her into the kitchen. When Law is in there, and she’s starting to get the cookie dough started, he’s going to be a bit of a fish out of water. She’ll have to guide him as they go—showing him which ingredients she needs, how to measure, mix, knead, and roll out. It’s a time-consuming process, and Law won’t hesitate to be a bit cheeky with her as they go—making little comments about she only needs him to pull ingredients off of tall shelves, or how adorable she looks with puffs of flour and chocolate all over her.
The one thing Law will excel at is actually decorating. When the cookies are done and cooled, and all the different icings and decorations are out and ready for him to work with, his steady surgeon’s hands will actually yield some beautiful cookies once she shows him how each piping tip works and how the icing flows. The first thing he’ll make is a cookie Bepo (he’ll honestly make a few dozen of these). His piping is neat, and when he’s focused, he’s really focused on it. He’ll turn a little gingerbread man into a member of the Heart Pirates complete with a jolly roger, he’ll make sure every single cookie he makes somehow matches his aesthetic. Once the cookies are done and being enjoyed by the crew (and even himself) he’ll be sure to thank her for the nice time (and for showing him how to make cute Bepo cookies)
Cavendish is a wreck in the kitchen. Most of the time he has people cooking for him, so he doesn’t know what to do, what anything really is, or how to get started on cooking (that is, if he even wanted to cook in the first place). He loves to observe and watch the process, but he doesn’t really pick anything up. He can be demanding, in everyone’s way, and even obnoxious while in the kitchen—making sure that everything comes out perfectly and fit for a prince. Most of the time, the chefs of his crew want him far away from their workspace so they can cook in peace. The moment his S/O suggests they make Christmas cookies together? They’re going to clear out so fast.
When she fully convinces him to join her in baking, she’s going to have to be extremely patient in helping him. Cavendish may act like he fully knows what he’s doing—but he very much doesn’t. She’s going to really have to hold his hand to make sure he doesn’t brashly throw in random ingredients that he found and thinks are correct (please keep the rosewater FAR away from him so the cookies don’t come out tasting like perfume). Once she can get past Cavendish’s arrogance and pride, and actually show him what needs to be done? He’s pretty receptive to her teachings. He may overwork the cookie dough, and the cookies may come out a little strange in shape from his forceful cookie cutting, but he does try his best.
She’ll completely lose Cavendish’s focus and attention when it comes to decorating. He fully believes he’ll be able to handle the simple task—and when everything is laid out in front of him he’s just going to go wild trying to create fancy and overcomplicated cookies. He’ll take a gingerbread man and try to make it look like him, complete with lots of glitter—only for it to turn something that looks more like a very messy Hakuba. Every cookie he decorates he’ll do with lots of flare and enthusiasm, and by the time they’re both done with every single cookie, there will be more frosting on them both than on the cookies themselves. He’ll beam with pride when she compliments his attempts—even if they are all a little odd looking.
Hi Cookie! This is a great event you're hosting and I'm super duper excited! For the requests may I ask Finral saying either prompt 8 or 9 (I'm leaning more towards 8 tho) at a village with a fem!reader please? Oh I almost forgot can it be suggestive or fluff or both whatever suits you best! Thank you so much!
Hi Sil! Glad you like it! 💖I used a slightly different approach for Finral this time, I hope you like it!
Finral was used to flirting with women. He was used to treating them like they absolute queens they were. He was used to them rejecting him because no woman wanted a man who flirted with every woman he saw. It made him sad, but he wasn't surprised, really. He was cursed, after all.
What he wasn’t used to was someone flirting back with him. You were trying to be subtle, he could tell, but you were failing horribly. Your eyes kept wandering from his own, sometimes over him in general, but mostly they wandered towards his lips. A clear sign that you wanted to kiss him. It was a rather endearing sigh to him, so he pretended not to notice, waiting for you to make that first move.
But you didn't.
The two of you had gone shopping together, which was the whole point of this trip, had had dinner together and he was currently walking you home. It wasn't meant to be a date, but over the day it kind of turned into that. Not that Finral was complaining, quite the contrary. You were such a beautiful woman, both inside and out, and if he stood a chance with you, he'd gladly take it.
He chatted with you about anything that came to mind as he walked you back, but as he noticed he wasn't getting much feedback from you. He looked over to you, worried that he was boring you with his chatter. Your eyes, however, were focused on his lips. It was a rather nice sight and before he could think about what he was about to say, the words just slipped out.
“Are you going to kiss or keep staring?”
Your eyes shot up, cheeks heating up, panic clear on your face like a kid who got caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Finral on the other hand was unable to stop a grin from spreading on his face as he saw your expression. He knew he had you right where he wanted and you looked so cute to him, and it gave him a little confidence boost.
“So, what's it going to be?”
You started stammering, trying to come up with an answer, any at all, but you didn't know what to say or do. In your blind panic you quicky grabbed his face and gave him a quick and somewhat clumsy peck to his lips before stepping back and turning around, worried that you had just made a fool out of yourself.
If you hadn't turned around, you'd have seen the red colour appearing on Finral’s cheeks. He carefully touched your shoulder and urged you to turn around to face him.
“Sorry, that was a little mean of me. Let's try that again, shall we?”
After seeing you nod, Finral put his hand on your cheek and leaned in, looking you in the eyes before closing his and connecting your lips in a proper kiss.
I know, it’s only the next day but I thought a lot.
I’m not going to expand this blog. I’ll keep it solely One Piece. Other than the small KnB drabbles I’ve been making due to my Akashi Anon who sends them in, I won’t write anything else.
I am going to interact with people as they come, try to anyways since not many people come talk to me which I don’t mind. The peace is also nice.
I won’t be ranting about my life too much anymore on here, thanks to that anon, I’ve realized that it’s wrong to be so comfortable on this platform with people I’ve never met. Thanks to them.
I did intend on taking bit of a break but winter break is next week and I figured I might just rest then and maybe post a few here and there, I don’t know.
Plus, my Valentine’s event drops tonight and I want to be able to do that, it’s been queued since the end of December. Clearly I was really excited for it lol.
I’m not really feeling bad about it anymore, I did some reflecting on how I’m acting and I spent the rest of the day focusing on my work, sleeping and listening to OLD KPOP songs from Block B, BigBang, EXO and much more- the nostalgia was nice.
I appreciate the many support and advice I’ve received and I’m not going to respond to them, but trust me, I’m keeping them to reread over and over. It was really sweet and I actually teared up at some of them.
Seriously, it really made me feel better and nice after this and big thanks to the people who wished my father a great recovery and congratulated him.
Side note: he’s able to drive now and go places now. And thank you for the early birthday wishes, haha.
Thank you so much for all the support and love you all have given me and I’m really happy to be on Tumblr and met very kind people. From my first supporter up to 700s is incredible in itself and I deeply appreciate it.
Thank you for everything. I’m better and I’m okay. I’m happy to hear that I have such strong and amazing supporters having my back and it means a lot.
I did this during class and a test- it’s not good lol
