🧙🏻♂️ well fuck, another one of my friends has left this app because of dog shit behaviour from another writer. I’ll be sticking to X 🖕
He must. Strange let a smirk grave his lips, and again, he summoned his magic, hands slipping through the air between them. Her clothing changed. One moment a tasteful outfit, the next it was a clingy, black silk negligee that showed off every curve. "I am an artist." He said +
“By all means do what you must..” she smiled, the glint in her eyes fading to something more genuine. She sat on the side of his bed, taking one of the pastries off of the platter that he had conjured. “I think eventually I might move in with you Stephen..maybe learn the mystical arts..”
Oh she was a playful kitten, wasn't she? And Strange was about to be wrapped around her little pinkie. He holds up a hand, ignoring the tremble that cost him his career. "I was thinking about a transformation spell that would have you dressed in something far more suitable for the bed chamber." +
His sly remark had her slightly chuckle. Emerald slits shimmering with amusement. Oh she knew he wasn’t wearing anything besides the sheets that were draped around him. “How about the dr undresses this innocent kitten..” her tone was sultry, suggestive.
Seems like he's not the only one who has wandering eyes. He drank his champagne and watched her check him out. Making sure to flex a little and give her a reason to stay. He centers himself, breathes once, and concentrates on the idea of “ready-to-eat, bite-sized, warm, and balanced”. +
Circled around her mind. Dangerous. Risky. Clearing her throat she kept a casual tone. “I can get the bottle, maybe make us some food or we can order takeout?”
Strange watched in fascination, he always had that look when Miss Hardy stopped by. The blond thief had more than a few men tying themselves in knots to get her attention. “Kind of you.” He moved to get the glass, sitting up in bed with the sheet around his waist, bare chest showing as he drank. +
“Theirs a glass By your dresser, strange..” she smirked, downing a mouthful of the alcohol. She’d catch a few drops with her tongue. Feeling calm.
He’d never ask and he’d never roll her that they were always lowered for her. “Is that my champagne? Did you pour me a glass?”
She’s leaned against the window seal of his bed chambers, with a glass of champagne. “Don’t ask how this girl got past your enchantments dearest Stephen..”
🧙🏻♂️ might fuck around and make a lewd alt on here yolo
“Doctor Strangelove is the other guy.”
"I didn't realize you were the love doctor."
“Miss Hardy, your opinion is most cherished.”
“Yes..”
Swipes the sword in the air a few times just for show.
Blushes
“Thankfully, as I said it, it sounded predatory.”
"It...won't be necessary this time "
“Demons. Never spend the night with a Demon. By the Vishanti, I have never been this hungover.”
“Yes? No need to show a bottle of propofol and make a quip about sedation, then?”
"Yes ???"
“Miss Hardy, I’d like to take you out to dinner and do this the old fashioned way. You’re like a Time Stone, you’re both incredibly rare, and I’d risk the collapse of reality just to protect you.”
“I am am the Sorcerer Supreme. I bend the fabric of reality for breakfast. I do not bang. At least not in the way you mean. Why don’t we have a cup of tea and discuss your obsession with my hips?”
“You’ve mentioned that you want to break them, does that count or is this some other thing that Im too old to understand?”
Stole this (oops) Also permission to DM and discuss plotting/ships
"Might I suggest a sun protection spell?"
“Kindly fuck off, I’m busy.”
“10pm to 6am. Impossible in our modern day America.”
“Keeps you awake all night, you mean. Men of a certain age might need more than caffeine to be up all night.”