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Day 6: “Classic”
Khan Noonien Singh x Reader
Okay, originally, the reader was supposed to do karaoke, but then I realized he would LEAVE if you tried to pull that shit on the first date, so it evolved into this. Enjoy. Also thank you to @feral-for-strange for encouraging my madness, this is for you love!
“Come on, John," you wheedled, leaning on the commander’s quite nicely muscled arm and batting your eyelashes at him pleadingly. "It'll be fun, I promise!”
Stoic, glacier-hued eyes bored into yours, looking for some kind of trick.
"What happened to him to make him so suspicious all the time?” you wondered.
"Fine," the tall, dark haired man bit out after an intense staring contest. “I'll go, as long as you stop pestering me.”
“I can't promise that, but I can promise to leave you alone for two weeks. Deliveries from Alpha Centauri to New Vulcan," you explained to Harrison's questioning eyebrow.
Ever since you had run into the handsome, enigmatic commander, John Harrison, in Admiral Marcus’ office when you had gone to yell at the bigoted xenophobe for confiscating important medical supplies, something about him made your spidey-sense go berserk. But not in the "danger, run away" kind , it was the "they're suffering, they need help way”.
Your spidey-sense had never let you down, so even though everything about the aloof Brit screamed "stay away, or fuck around and find out", you were determined to prove that he could trust you, and tell you what was wrong.
Until then, you were gonna take him out and show him what a good time was because he clearly had no idea. And tonight, you were taking him to your favorite bar, the Squeaky Cork. And if this was a kinda date because you may or may not have fallen in love with the pretty Starfleet officer, well no one needed to know.
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You waited anxiously outside the Squeaky Cork, praying to the powers that be that John hadn't bailed on you.
When you spotted his imposing figure cutting through the crowds, you couldn't help but grin like a psycho. Waiting for him to come to you, you hid your gift behind your back.
“I thought you were gonna bail,” you confessed at the commander's questioning expression.
For the living embodiment of an iceberg, the man was quite expressive.
“I made a promise, didn't I? And what are you hiding?" he asked, indicating your hidden hands.
"Oh! Um. I saw these, and um. I figured you'd like them,” you admitted, showing him the bouquet of roses you had personally arranged.
You were one in probably fifty people across the quadrant who made an avid study of the language of flowers. The arrangement you'd given John consisted of yellow, peach, and dark pink roses in full bloom, symbolizing your appreciation and thanks, and your offering of friendship.
His eyes widened fractionally, causing your cheeks to heat as he accepted the arrangement.
"Thank you," he murmured as he brushed his fingers against a dark pink bloom. "They're lovely."
"Course. Everybody deserves flowers. You, um. You wanna head in?” you asked as you awkwardly gestured over your shoulder to the door.
"Yes, I'm interested to see what else you have planned," John smiled softly.
With that simple expression, he looked so much more innocent and happy. You vowed then and there you would do everything in your meager power to make him smile more, on your honor as a Fenris Ranger.
“Sweet! They have this epic IPA…” you happily began to babble as you led the Starfleet officer into your oasis.
Unaware of the soft, fond smile that had settled onto his face in response to your enthusiasm, still holding the flowers close, like they were something precious.
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Kinktober 2023
Hey guys this is the official master list for my Kinktober for 2023, i do applogise if there is not a post every single day, i will try my best but you know life. But i promise there will eventually be 31 fics here:
Day 1: Lether/Latex (Sherlock x Reader)
Day 2: Tittfucking (Doctor Strange x Reader)
Day 3: Hate Sex (Doctor Strange x Reader)
Day 4: Prostitution (Stephen Strange x Reader)
Day 5: Love Makling (Sherlock x Reader)
Day 6: Dubcon (Sinister Strange x Reader)
Day 7: Wax Play (Doctor Strange x Reader)
Day 8: Master and Slave (Sinister Strange x Reader)
Day 9: Stripping (Sherlock x Reader)
Day 10: Praising Kink (Khan x Reader)
Day 11: Sensory Deprivation (Stephen Strange x Reader)
Day 12: Costumes (Doctor Strange x Reader)
Day 13: Heartbeat (Sherlock x Reader)
Day 14: Orgasm Denial (Sinister Strange x Reader)
Day 15: Gags (Khan x Reader)
Day 17: Threesome (Sinister Strange x Doctor Strange x Reader)
Day 18: Spanking (Sherlock x Reader)
Day 19: Uniform (Doctor Strange x Reader)
Day 20: Food Play (Doctor Strange x Reader)
Day 21: Lingerie (Stephen Strange x Reader)
Day 22: Bondage (Sinister Strange x Reader)
Day 23: Facesitting (Sherlock x Reader)
Day 24: Toys (Doctor Strange x Reader)
Day 25: Edgeing (Khan x Reader)
Day 26: Overstimulation (Sinister Strange x Reader)
Day 27: S&M (Stephen Strange x Reader)
Day 28: Body Worship (Doctor Strange x Reader)
Day 29: Breath Play (Khan x Reader)
Day 30: Free Use (Doctor Strange x Reader)
Day 31: Dry Humping (Sherlock x Reader)
#bbc sherlock#benedict cumberbatch x female!reader#sherlock x reader#sherlock holmes x reader#sherlock holmes x female!reader#sherlock holmes#benedict cumberbatch#dr strange x you#sherlockbbc#kinktober 2023#kinktober#masterlist#khan noonien singh
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Last Updated: 2024-03-21
Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Khan Noonien Singh stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.
Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning
✵ Everytime by mrsstrangewinter • 〔A〕 •
Summary: "It's been two weeks since Khan left you for good without a reasonable explanation to pay for his sudden cold behavior. You're trying to move on as you reminisce of your moments together until realization hits you."
✵ His Command by oknstark • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
Summary: "Khan [escapes the enterprise, taking] you in after you helped him while he was a prisoner. Now, he would like to take something more from you."
✵ I am Your Captain by all-fandoms-fiction • 18+ • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: A betrayal of your trust sparks a fierce argument between you and your captain, leading to Khan reminding you who's in charge.
✵ Not So Happy Reunion by all-fandoms-fiction • 〔E᜶A〕 • ♡ •
Summary: After spending a life-changing weekend with a man named Khan, you didn't know if you would ever see him again. Needless to say, You're more than a little shocked when Captain Kirk orders you to interrogate the prisoner, John Harrison.
✵ Remember Me by thepageofa1000worlds • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Imagine losing your memory because of Admiral Marcus' brainwashing, and then finding out you're Khan's wife."
✵ So Wicked and Divine by bakerstreethound • 18+ • 〔E〕 • 🚫 •
Summary: "Khan has [had] enough of your backtalking, and, as his spy, he makes sure you know just who you belong to."
✵ Submit to Me by all-fandoms-fiction • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 •
Summary: "As a nurse [on the enterprise] you had countless… assignments and places to be... When you [graduated from star fleet], you thought your job would be peaceful, boring [even. Oh were you] wrong."
✵ Torpedo 22 by thatfanficstuff • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Kahn had been operating on pure rage for far longer than was healthy. So many had fallen in his wrath, but it wasn't enough. Not yet. It would never be enough until he had you back."
✵ Back and Gone Again by rreader • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♡ • 𑁍 •
✵ Behind the Façades by thranduilsperkybutt • 18+ • 〔F〕 •
✵ Classic by arkytiorwrites • 〔F〕 •
✵ Definitely by justauthoring • 〔F᜶A〕 •
✵ Final Goodbye by rreader • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •
✵ Insatiable  by classickook • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
✵ Jealousy by thranduilsperkybutt • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
✵ Just Us by justauthoring • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •
✵ Monster You Hate to Love to F*ck by bakerstreethound • 18+ • 〔A〕 • ♡ •
✵ Overstimulated by classickook • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
✵ Preparation by classickook • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
✵ Snuggle Bear by the--blackdahlia • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✵ So Very Smooth by rreader • 〔F〕 •
✵ Soft and Slow by classickook • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
✵ Stories of Your Life by the--blackdahlia • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✵ Suprise by thranduilsperkybutt • 〔F〕 • 𑁍 •
✵ Take What I Give You by classickook • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
✵ Ticklish by writingsfromstarfleet • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✵ Khan's N.S.F.W. Alphabet by mykinkyyandere • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ • 🚫 •
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For the NSFW Ficlet thing-I love rough sex with Khan and his breeding kink. But what about slow and soft sex? Khan just loves you so much and wants to start a family with you and he’s being so affectionate as he slowly fucks you.
send me a nsfw headcanon and i’ll write a 5 sentence ficlet about it | 18+ only please
“look at you, so fucking pretty with my cock inside you,” khan breathed while drawing your eyes down to where the two of you were joined, his cock slowly dragging in and out of your folds that were now coated in his cum from the two rounds he put you through earlier.
he gripped the meat of your thighs tight enough to leave bruises but you loved them—loved being marked by him and holding physical evidence of his adoration on your body. khan nipped and sucked along your chest with each thrust, seemingly more than happy to take his time with you, so unlike what you were used to when it came to sex with the man; he was oftentimes rough, ruthless with his fucking—you didn’t mind, of course—but today had been different as he devoured your cunt with painstakingly slow laps of his devilish tongue, covered your skin in love bites, and now fucked you with such deep and sensual strokes, you weren’t sure where your head was at currently.
a moan was pulled from your throat by a particularly deep thrust that brushed against your cervix when you finally asked, “what has gotten into you today?”
khan continued his movements inside you but you could feel the slightest tremor from him as he replied, “i just wanted to show you how much i love you,” and lowered his mouth to yours.
#feral-for-strange#khan#khan noonien singh#khan x you#khan x y/n#khan x reader#khan smut#khan blurb#star trek#answered#requested
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Something about me:
Hi! Thanks for checking my profile. My name is Mia, I'm 19, an amateur writer, who finally gathered the courage to post on the Internet what she writes. I'm a university student so that means I do not know how much free time I'll have. Also please do keep in mind that english is not my first language, so I'll certainly have grammar mistakes. 🙃
AO3 account: OnlyPink
My smut writing will always be intended for female readers, primarily because that's what I feel most at ease doing.
I will remove requests from my inbox if they make me feel uncomfortable. Do not ask for fanfictions that involve rape.
If my requests are closed and someone submits an ask, I will delete them.
I'll write for the following MCU characters:
➼Doctor Strange
➼Defender Strange
➼Sinister Strange
➼Supreme Strange
➼Doctor Strange Supreme(What if?)
➼America Chavez
➼ Miguel O’Hara
➼Sherlock Holmes(BBC)
➼ Victorian Sherlock Holmes
➼ Ryōhei Arisu
➼ Shuntaro Chishiya
➼ Rizuna Ann
➼Khan Noonien Singh
➼ Joel Miller
➼ Ellie Williams
➼ Miles Quaritch
➼ Spider Socorro
Series
➼ Simon Petrikov
➼ Marceline Abadeer
➼ Betty Grof
Series
➼Tera Renard
➼Maria Renard
Christmas prompts
This list may increase, depending on what I watch.
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Monster You Hate to Love to Fuck
Kinktober: Hate Sex
Relationship: Khan Noonien Sigh x fem!HalfVulcan reader
Warnings: 18+ SMUT, rough sex, biting, marking, swearing, slight choking & degradation (use of ‘pet’), Khan gets possessive
Summary: It’s the little things that set your Captain off and you like to push his buttons, see what he does, for what else can he do but fuck some sense into you during those moments? And who said you ever set him off on purpose? It’s good to work through the hate in a more productive manner, right?
All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT claim, repost, copy or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)
Word Count: 835
A/N: It’s been a hot minute since I have written for this megalomaniac, so I hope you enjoy some more of him haha. Not sure if the plot of this makes sense but hate sex with Khan is usually a whirlwind anyways. This wasn’t beta read so there may be errors. Song Inspiration: Monsters by All Time Low.
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I'm wondering why do all the monsters come out at night? Why do we sleep where we want to hide? Why do I run back to you. Like I don't mind if you fuck up my life?
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His footsteps thrummed down the hall, dark..ominous…foreboding. True, you were in a place to run but you didn’t feel like it. Smiling to yourself you cross your legs, chilling nonchalantly spreading your thighs to take up more space in his chair.
“What the hell are you doing?” his voice smooth as velvet rumbled dangerously, a cascade of shivers blossoming down your back.
“Nothing, commander,” you bite back, fighting off a smirk of satisfaction as Khan steps closer, heat rolling off of him in waves.
His frame towers above you, a thrill of excitement shooting through you at all the possibilities. You hated this man with every fiber of your being, yet every ounce of your self-respect and logical thought raced out of your half-Vulcan brain consumed by thoughts of him, the feel of his hands on your skin, him breaking you to the core, making you his over and over.
You can’t help but want him, especially now, his eyes dark and dangerous simmering with rage. Little things like you sitting in his chair or the drop of a datapad was enough to do him in and have him break you in two against the nearest surface.
Today, it was your incompetence for you to obey your orders and you stormed out of the room, waiting for no explanation or dismissal. How were you to know he was addressing the other five members of the Vengeance that they were to be taking shore leave immediately?
Hint, it was by your request you sent out the ship-wide thread, determined to get him riled up and all for yourself. Your heart still races though when he pins you to the wall, eyes dark, foreboding.
“You wanted this, didn’t you…oh, I’ll make you pay.”
“Make me then, Khan” You spat in his face, his hand quickly wrapping around your neck, your breaths becoming harder, more constricted. You loved this the way his eyes darkened each time. The power he held over you was intoxicating, it sent a thrill racing down your spine your utter obliteration composed by him.
“What the hell were you thinking, pet?” his growl deepens, his other hand gripping your waist hard, there were sure to be bruises there by morning.
You smirked despite your position, practically gasping your next couple of breaths.
“Why does it matter what I was thinking, Khan? I would’ve fucked myself without you regardless, plus it wasn’t like you were doing me any favors being up to who knows what on the bridge.”
His eyes darkened further than the deepest parts of space, and yet you don’t falter in meeting his gaze with yours, hoping your body does not betray you. You love seeing him this way.
Unhinged.
Merciless.
Untamed.
Oh, your body was going to be fucking exhausted for weeks.
His lips met yours again in a frenzy of rage and desperation. He could deny all he wanted about you, but he enjoyed it, every time got a thrill each time you came running back into his arms willingly letting him ruin you and lay stake to you.
You liked it, but dare not tell him how intoxicating this was bratting him out, him railing into you mercilessly. When he finally tossed you onto his bed as if you weighed nothing more like a rag doll, revealing every inch of his skin, his toned chest, and those glorious biceps of his, you couldn’t help but marvel at him.
Soon all that marveling was gone when your clothes are ripped from you without a care his cock already pulsing and throbbing for you. The wetness pooling between your legs only grew when he pinned you beneath him.
“So wet already pet.” He growled hotly in your ear, his fingers reaching down, two of them stroking you at a blinding pace, your nails clawing into his back, arching up into him chest pressed against his. You’re already seeing stars by the time he’s inside you fully, but when he moved, it utterly obliterated you like every time prior.
Your nails are sure to leave marks for days, your neck sporting all kinds of bruises. He bit your lips harshly, savoring every single moan of yours as he rearranged your organs.
And you take it as you always do, hating the way he fills you up just right stretching you in an indescribable manner, railing into you with vengeance. You moan his name, drunk on him and the bliss surrounding you, letting your release wash over you, as it crashed into you like a tidal wave.
He kissed you harshly, smirking at your blissed out look, grasping on to him, not wanting to let go just yet.
“I hate you so much, Khan,” you groan as he pulls out of you. He nips your neck harshly before slipping back on his pants, then those sinful leather pants.
He smirked knowingly, pausing in the doorway just before the door closed shutting you away from him.
“You’ll come back to me, pet.”
Always
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Why am I a sucker for all your lies? Strung out like laundry on every line. Why do I come back to you. Like I don't mind if you fuck up my life?
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Everytime
Pairing: Khan Noonien Singh x Fem!Reader
TW: Break-up for unknown reasons, cold treatment, mentions of deceit and death of a pet
Synopsis: It’s been two weeks since Khan left you for good without a reasonable explanation to pay for his sudden cold behavior. You’re trying to move on as you reminisce of your moments together until realization hits you.
A/N: This is my first fanfiction I’ve ever posted on Tumblr after listening to my Khan playlist I’ve made on Spotify. This will be written in 6 parts based on the 6 songs in my playlist. Also the next parts will not be fully angst. You'll know why when you reach the end of this story 😉
You’ve been easing away the pain that’s been lingering inside your heart by trying to clear Khan out from your head. It’s been weeks since he stepped out from the door with absolute finality after telling you that the two of you were through. His face was too foreign for you to process what was going inside his head. It was an expression you’ve never seen before, like a mask covering his entire face you’ve known for five years. Despite of trying to forget, your memories of him still keep on existing everywhere you go: in coffee shops, the vast libraries where he used to take you, your kitchen where he used to make you breakfasts and dinners, and finally your bed where he used to take you in his arms while stroking your hair. What’s worse is that he keeps on haunting you in your dreams like a ghost reaching out like a thread going through the needle just to penetrate your heart with agony once you wake up. It happens everyday, everytime.
Yet everything he’d done for you was more than real and you still can’t believe that he would turn cold one day without giving you hints if you did something wrong. He loved you so much and his presence when you were still together proves that his feelings for you were true.
You wanted to grab your phone and call him, but the idea of hearing that cold baritone voice without its usual tenderness breaks your heart—for you cannot bear that ugly possibility that would tear every fabric of hope where he would tell you he misses you.
“I can’t stay any longer now. I can’t. I just want to be through with you.” You remember him saying on the day when you were losing him.
“Is that what you really want?” you had asked, your voice quiet with a hint of tremor in its steadiness.
“Yes.” he had given his final answer, an arrow to the heart. When you didn’t ask him further, he walked away with his luggage without saying goodbye.
Heavy tears started to fall and ran down your cheeks. The first time he’d seen you cry was when your pet rabbit passed away, and he would wipe the tears off your eyes with his two thumbs, reassuring you that he would always be here beside you especially when sadness consumes you. He would also tell you to stay strong because he believes in your hidden potential of being able to control your emotions even without his presence. He wasn’t the type of guy who would make jokes just to put a smile on your face. He was more on the comforting side. You may be his complete opposite, but your real personality, the unknown part of you that you always hide in the shadows, complements his. What’s more, he is also strikingly beautiful to the point that it blinds your eyes the moment you look at him.
But you do know that he wasn’t like the other guys you’ve met before. You never saw him laugh. He was too serious about everything even when you were around him. But you do know that he burned for you, and his soul burned for you fervently that you were willing to be trapped in flames just to be with him for eternity. You knew him very well as if the veins of his heart were connected to yours.
Playing that memory always gets you. You always think that he was too perfect for you to the point that you couldn’t believe how he fell in love with you as he swept you off your feet. You have sworn to yourself that you would be living your life alone forever, not letting anyone to disturb that wall you’ve built just so you can have your peace. And there he was, knocking gently on that wall just so he can join you in your solitude.
But you didn’t even know what kind of person he was. He was dangerous, treacherous even. You clearly didn’t even know his plans for something you had no idea about since he never dared to tell you even when it piques your curiosity by asking him about it. Until time came when you couldn’t stand him keeping secrets from you. And so you decided to touch his things, reading everything you’ve found save from his computer which was password protected. The moment he caught you in the act, fear rushed on you just the same when you’ve read his files and had your heart crushed. But to your surprise, he seemed scared for what you have done. There was no hint of fury in his face, just horror.
“Y/N…” he had said, fearful but steady. “Please don’t hate me.”
And you cried. Not because you found out about his identity, but because you know his life would be at stake if he continued to do these plans.
You wanted to ask “Am I living a lie?” but instead of speaking through fear and hunger for revelation, you relied on your feelings for him. “Don’t do this,” you had said, your voice quivering. “You have no allies to protect you. I might not see you again if you do this. What if they catch you and kill you on the spot once they found out about these? I don’t want to lose you... Khan.”
you finally said his real name, not "John," after finding out his true identity.
And you knew you couldn’t stop him. So instead of answering you, he grabbed and carried you, slamming his mouth onto yours with such longing.
That moment, you knew the answer. No one can ever stop him. And you had no idea how much he loved you.
But what just happened two weeks ago remains unanswered. Who would know that with just a blink of an eye, the fire that once resided in one’s heart would be extinguished into nothingness as if their love never existed? You pondered for a moment, and realization hit you like a thousand meteors destructing your very own delusion.
“He never had real emotions. He used me,” you thought to yourself as you stare through the darkness in your room.
And your heart screamed. Screamed as the blood boiled in your veins as you tossed the pictures of you and Khan against the wall. Glasses shattered like a exploding debris of white-hot hatred.
“This is why you carried on without me. You… you never loved me!” you shouted as you fell on your knees, dropping your head to your hands as if the darkness would see the great sadness you are feeling because of letting yourself be fooled by such a beautiful deceit.
“Don’t come back. Never come back…” you whispered, not daring to look at his face in the picture. The man you loved so much for years: your once beloved Khan.
The moon that has witnessed every chapter that had passed by between you and Khan is shining brightly as it watches you cry. And it wept brightly along the quiet and empty streets where a man is standing on the opposite side of your house, looking at your window. He seems restless for there are dark circles under his eyes. In his arms, is a bundle of blankets where a little white bunny sleeping in its warmth. He then crossed the road and went towards your house.
Since he knows the password of your lock, he pressed a few buttons and had the door opened, letting go of the bunny inside without the blankets. The bunny woke up, started sniffing for a few moments and then went on its little hops. Khan's eyes wandered at the interior of your house for a few minutes, savoring the moment that the two of you had shared together with a yearning heart. And now, knowing that hearing the sound of your cries would only break him, he closed the door and left—still leaving you oblivious that his love for you never faded.
Feel free to leave a comment if you like the story and want to be tagged in the next post. Thank you so much for reading! xoxo
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Can someone please write a Star Trek Khan original Noonien Singh x female reader from Space Seed without Lieutenant Marla. And replace her with Y/N.
#my oc my babies#my oc#my ocs#my oc’s#my oc aesthetic#star trek#star trek into darkness#Star Trek Khan original Noonien Singh x reader#Star Trek Khan original Noonien Singh x female reader#Star Trek Khan original Noonien Singh x oc
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I AM PANICKING!!!!!!!!
MISSING WRITER!!!!
So one of my favorite writers @feral-for-strange has deactivated their account and I am on the verge of tears because they are a dear friend of mine and they have done so much wonderful writing, especially for a rare character, Khan Noonien Singh from “Star Trek Into Darkness” and their Doctor Strange content is divine.
I feel so awful that I didn’t notice they had gone missing sooner. If any one has any information or insight as to why they left, I will be in your debt. I’ll be reblogging this on my writing account, @arkytiorwrites
Feral. Sweetheart, wherever you are, or whatever it is you’re going through, I hope you’re okay.
Yours, Arkytior
#missing writer!!!#where are you#missing blog#I am really honestly worried#feral please be okay#feral for strange#khan noonien singh x reader#khan Singh writer#missing tumblr bestie#i am in tears
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Liar
Pairing: Khan Noonien Singh x Reader
Summary: “You were right, Lieutenant.”
Turning, you regarded him curiously. “I am a liar.”
Word Count: 942
Warnings: None apart from overprotective Kirk.
A/N: *sigh* Hey guys, I am alive. I’m trying to get some stuff out so here is something I wrote ages ago. This character isn’t especially popular but it is Benedict Cumberbatch so I had to. As always, enjoy and let me know what you think.
“Commanders.”
“Lieutenant,” you greeted the crew mates. “The captain has requested that I speak to the prisoner… alone, if you will.”
Both red shirted men looked a bit shocked, perhaps even suspicious, but the words of a higher ranking officer caused them to heed your words. Out of respect and duty.
They both nodded and with reassurance that they’d be just outside if you needed them, they left the holding bay where you stood.
The silence was deafening; before coming here, you’d had a concrete and confident plan and now, standing before… him… that confidence had been thrown out of the air lock. You couldn’t even turn around and face him.
Light, muffled footsteps echoed behind you, causing you to draw in a breath to compose yourself. “Lying to your crew, Lieutenant?”
His voice was infuriatingly calm. As though nothing was wrong, as though his life wasn’t in other peoples’ hands. Unfortunately, it urged you to turn and face him for the first time since the Klingon battle.
“I told no lie, Harrison.”
His head titled slightly, eyes just a little bit too invasive, too observant.
“No?”
Narrowing your eyes, you approached his cell. “No,” you said through gritted teeth. “I did not lie… I twisted the truth.”
His own eyes narrowed, but not in anger, in amusement. You were amusing him - this criminal who had murdered innocent men and women, children, was finding childish amusement at your words. Despite your evident vexation, he had the gall to agitate you further.
“I am not the liar here, Harrison.”
He didn’t say anything for a while, merely scanning your face with his squinted eyes. “I must say, Lieutenant, I underestimated you.”
Were you supposed to take that as a compliment?
“Flattery won’t help you, John. Only the truth will,” you said, walking towards his cell so that only the thin glass separated you two. “I know you wouldn’t be here if it didn’t benefit you somehow. Considering how the mention, the specification, of the number of torpedos caused your surrender, I’d wager that there’s something about them you’d like to get your hand on.”
At your accusation, his eyes bore into your own. The intensity of his cerulean eyes almost made you waver but you were in too deep. You needed to know why he was so caught up on those torpedos.
“Your perception might have saved your life, little one,” he muttered darkly, almost to himself. But you heard.
“I suggest you address me as my rank, John.”
“Or what?” He was quick to respond. Somehow, he seemed genuinely curious to your response.
You opened your mouth to respond but the door slid open before you could, and in walked in Captain James Kirk himself. And he looked fuming.
“Captain, I can expla-“
“You were explicitly told to interrogate the prisoner with someone else in the room.” Oh yeah, he was pissed. Served you right, however you were doing it for his benefit - he’d never see it like that, though.
His eyes were aflame. Deep down, you recognised the emotion behind his eyes as concern but in front of Harrison? That was weakness. John Harrison was an extremely dangerous individual who could and would use any little thing he could to exploit you. In conclusion, he acted angry.
In truth, he probably was a little angry. His instructions were quite clear, yet you’d never been good at following the rules. Just like him. Oh, the irony.
“In my defence, the prisoner wouldn’t have spoken as freely as he had been if there were other people in the room. I was gathering information, valuable informat-“
Interrupting you once more, he ground out, “Information that would be useless if you were dead.”
Exasperation overwhelmed you, to the point where you forgot Harrison was in the room. “Oh, come on, James! You’ve got to stop with this, I’m perfectly capable of dealing with this. I’m safe! That glass is of the highest quality, he isn’t getting out of there anytime soon.”
“You should listen to her, Captain,” John piped up from his cell, arms crossed behind his back and posture disturbingly straight. Subconsciously, you straightened (at his words or his posture, you didn’t know) and the microscopic crinkle of his eyes told you that he was amused… again.
“I have a feeling that the Lieutenant would kill me before I even took a step out of this cell, should I escape.”
James’s anger levels reached livid and he glared daggers at the other man. Surprisingly, his next words weren’t addressed to him but to someone else: “Spock? Please escort Lieutenant (Y/N) to her chambers. She’ll be staying there for the rest of the evening.”
You gaped at him in disbelief and began to protest but Spock grabbed your hand and you felt a jolt run up your arm.
He leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Please, Lieutenant.” Curse Spock and his painfully monotone yet concerned words.
Nodding slowly in a resigned way, you glanced one more time at John. You met his gaze, a chilling feeling spread through you once you realised he hadn’t looked away once.
“Lieutenant,” he nodded at you. You ignored it although you continued to stare.
Spock and yourself were nearly out of the door when he broke the tense silence again. “You were right, Lieutenant.”
Turning, you regarded him curiously.
“I am a liar,” his words were proud. “Khan.” He said it so impassively that it took you a while to process his word.
“Pardon?”
He smiled, genuinely. “My name… is Khan.”
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It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Crackmas!
Seasons Greetings and Happy Holidays to everyone!
After careful deliberation, consultation, and existential crisis with the gods of Strange Thirst, @feral-for-strange @ironstrange1991 @dino-fart and the delightful @sanctumsanctorumshenanigans, I am pleased to announce that I will be doing my 31 Days of Crackmas Event!
What is Crackmas, you ask? In short, I will be posting ONE (1) fic a day of varying length inspired by a song on this playlist that I have compiled. It shall range from ridiculous, to angsty, to fluffy, to oh my god is this person OK?
I can’t wait to share this with you all!
Day 1: Beneath a Moonless Sky, Sinister! Strange x Reader
Day 2: If You Love Her, Tony Stark x Reader
Day 3: Until I Found You, Defender! Strange x Reader
Day 4: good 4 u, Supreme! Strange x Male! Reader
Day 5: Can’t Help Falling in Love, Strange Supreme x Reader
Day 6: Classic, Khan Noonien Singh x Reader
Day 7: Ways to Be Wicked, Khan Noonien Singh x Mirror! Jim Kirk x Reader
Day 8: Evermore, Sinister! Strange x Reader
Day 9: On the Day We Fell in Love, Tony Stark x Reader
Day 10: Sorry, Defender! Strange x Reader
Day 11: Not Another Song About Love, Supreme Strange x Male! Reader
Day 12: Heaven Can Wait, Strange Supreme x Reader
Day 13: Imagination, Richard III x Reader
Day 14: Heaven’s Light/Hellfire, Richard III x Reader x Khan Noonien Singh
Day 15: Choke, Sinister! Strange x Reader
Day 16: You’re the Devil (in Disguise), SIM! Tony Stark x Reader
Day 17: You Should Be Sad, Supreme! Strange x Reader
Day 18: I Love You Still, Strange Supreme x Reader
Day 19: Immigrant Song, Khan Noonien Singh x Reader
Day 20: Like My Father, Richard III x Reader
Day 21: LA Devotee, Pre-Powers Tony Stark x Reader x Stephen Strange
Day 22: I Dreamed a Dream, Sinister! Strange x Reader
Day 23: W.I.T.C.H, Defender Strange x Reader
Day 24: Hate Me, Alan Turing x Male Reader
Day 25: Sway, Defender Strange x Reader
Day 26: Really Wanna Dance With You, Yelena Belova x Reader
Day 27:What A Shame, Khan Noonien Singh x Reader
Day 28: Seaside Rendezvous, Khan Noonien Singh x Reader, Sinister Strange
Day 29: Heather, Richard III x Reader
Day 30: Roses, Sherlock Holmes x Gangster Reader
Day 31: Once Upon A Time, Richard III x Faerie Reader
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Khan loves eating you out. The noises you make, the way you taste, watching you writhe and tremble when he pushes you to your limit, he loves it all. His favorite part is when he overstimulates you to the point you can’t even make noises anymore. You’re just giving shaky huffs when he pulls your next orgasm out of you.
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“be a good girl and hold still,” khan scolds from his position between your legs, mouth glistening with your arousal from the two orgasms he’s already given you.
your eyes squeeze shut and you feel tears leak from the corners as he wraps his lips around your oversensitive clit, sucking and nipping gently but with enough pressure to have you gasping for breath, “c-can’t—”
his fingers grip tighter around the soft flesh of your thighs, already peppered with bruises and love bites from his previous actions, and brings you impossibly closer to his mouth as he devours your cunt. you subconsciously close your legs around his head and grapple at his shoulders with shaky fingers but he doesn’t pull back, only slides his free hand up to clasp around yours to steady you as he brings you to your third orgasm of the evening.
a silent scream rips from your throat, pleasure and pain mixing together as you come, soaking his face with your slick to which he slowly pulls back with a wicked grin and licks his lips clean, “pretty little thing, i could stay here for hours.”
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My First Khan Fanfiction Coming Soon!
I will be posting my first Khan Noonien Singh x Fem!Reader fanfiction here on Tumblr soon! It's a very sad one, but will be saved by those 5 parts I will be writing next. I never thought of writing a fanfiction again after 10 years, just after the attempt of writing about Harry and Ginny on Wattpad. It just happened that when I listened to my Khan playlist I made on Spotify, I noticed that the songs that I put there can be used as a story. So I decided to write the first part. It's already finished. I just had to proofread to check if I have to add something. I hope you'll like it guys even if it's heartbreaking! ( ͒ ́ඉ .̫ ඉ ̀ ͒)
Please leave a comment if you want to be tagged. Will post it within this week.
P.S. My playlist will remain private until I finish writing the last part.
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Name: Sheila
Age: over 300 years of age
Gender: Female
Species: Augment Klingon experiment/ half Betazoid.
Hair color/length/style: Long, Straight, black stops at her waist.
Eyes: Dark Green
Exotic Features: She has a triangle heart-shaped face with a sharp jawline and high cheekbones. Her porcelain pale skin is adorned with freckles. She has a button bridge nose.
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 130 pounds
Likes: Drawing, visiting the holo deck, horse back riding, sceneries, ocean views, other planets,
Dislikes: crule politics, bullies, heights, dark places, deep end waters, abused animals.
Flaws: loyalty/ loyal, kind, caring, shy, introvert,
Fears: in her dislikes
Job: Medical assistant
Mother: unknown
Father: Lieutenant Spock
Family:
Spock May have sons and daughters just not sure how to make this family tree
Spock’s parents death of his mother.
Spock and oc has a daughter (Raven)who ends up marrying Khan John Noonien Harrison Singh. (Raven oc mother and father)
They have a daughter ( 1 generation) who marries male characters.
Daughter and maybe others as well. The daughter marries male oc and has another daughter of ( 2 generation).
Daughter marries in 3rd generation.
Fourth Generation is oc and Data.
Other generations may just either have a daughter or more than one kid.
Bio: Sheila, a 300-year-old Augment experiment, stands out with her long, straight, black hair and dark green eyes. Her porcelain skin, adorned with freckles, frames a triangle heart-shaped face with a sharp jawline and high cheekbones. Standing at 5'5" and weighing 130 pounds, she has a button bridge nose that adds to her unique features.
In her free time, Sheila enjoys drawing, exploring the holodeck, horseback riding, and appreciating sceneries and ocean views on various planets. However, she dislikes cruel politics, bullies, heights, dark places, and the mistreatment of animals.
Her loyal and caring nature is complemented by her shyness and introverted tendencies. As a medical assistant, Sheila uses her skills to help others. Her fears are rooted in her dislikes, making her a compassionate character with a depth of experiences from her augmented past.
Sheila's journey began in a secret research facility where she underwent augmentation experiments. Straying away from her Klingon roots, the experiments endowed her with unique abilities and longevity, leaving her as a living testament to scientific exploration gone awry.
Despite her extraordinary abilities, Sheila found solace in simple pleasures. Drawing became her refuge, a way to express emotions that transcended centuries. The holodeck offered her a glimpse into diverse worlds, fulfilling a wanderlust that had spanned centuries.
Her role as a medical assistant became more than just a profession; it became a calling. Sheila's kindness and loyalty endeared her to those she assisted. However, her shy and introverted nature sometimes kept others at arm's length, concealing the complexity of her experiences.
As she navigates the vastness of the galaxy, Sheila's fears are a constant reminder of her augmented past. The echoes of dark places and mistreatment linger, shaping her into a character both resilient and compassionate, with a rich tapestry of experiences that transcend the boundaries of time and species.
Sheila's centuries-long existence has bestowed upon her a unique perspective, and her fascination with sceneries and ocean views stems from a desire to witness the beauty of countless planets. Horseback riding provides a connection to a simpler time, a reminder of the past she cherishes.
Beneath her calm exterior lies a fierce aversion to cruel politics, a disdain for power plays that harkens back to the ethical struggles of her experimental origins. Bullies trigger a deep-seated empathy, a reflection of her own experiences with adversity.
In contrast to her quiet strength, Sheila's flaws lie in her loyalty and kindness, sometimes making her vulnerable. Yet, these qualities also forge meaningful connections, creating a dichotomy that shapes her relationships. The fear of the deep end waters mirrors the unknown depths of her own augmented history, a mystery she grapples with as she navigates the vastness of space.
Sheila's story is one of resilience, compassion, and the constant pursuit of understanding both herself and the universe that unfolds before her.
In the corridors of starships, Sheila's footsteps echo with the weight of centuries. Her drawings, often depicting distant galaxies and alien landscapes, serve as windows into her mind—a mind that holds memories and wisdom accumulated over three centuries.
As a medical assistant, she encounters a myriad of species and ailments, each patient adding another layer to her understanding of life and its fragility. Her loyalty to the healing arts is not just a duty; it's a way to bring light to the dark corners of her augmented past.
The holo deck becomes her haven, where she can escape into holographic realms that mirror her dreams and aspirations. Yet, the shadows of her fears lurk, reminding her of the struggles she overcame to embrace the beauty that surrounds her.
Sheila's journey is a tapestry woven with threads of exploration, kindness, and a quiet strength that defies the limitations of time and species. In the ever-expanding universe, she remains a beacon of resilience, her story an unfolding odyssey through the cosmos.
Love:
Sheila's path intersects with Khan Noonien Singh, a figure from Earth's turbulent past, when their respective journeys bring them together on the vast stage of the galaxy.
Khan, with his magnetic charisma and storied history, finds an unexpected connection with Sheila. Her augmented past strikes a chord with his own experiences, creating a unique understanding that transcends the boundaries of time and origin.
Their interactions are a blend of shared struggles and quiet companionship. Sheila's artistic endeavors captivate Khan, providing him with glimpses of beauty he hadn't fully appreciated before. In turn, Khan's strength and resilience inspire Sheila, offering her a perspective on facing challenges head-on.
Their loyalty to each other grows, a bond forged not just in the stars but in the depths of their shared histories. Together, they navigate the complexities of the galaxy, a formidable duo balancing the echoes of their pasts with the promise of an uncertain future.
In the quiet moments shared between Sheila and Khan, there's an unspoken understanding that transcends the vast expanse of space. Sheila's gentleness complements Khan's intensity, creating a dynamic that surprises those who witness it.
Khan, once a symbol of power and ambition, finds solace in Sheila's artistry and the simple pleasures she holds dear. Her love for drawing becomes a shared passion, as they sketch out visions of a future where their augmented pasts don't define them.
Sheila, in turn, becomes Khan's anchor, tempering his more ruthless instincts with her caring nature. Their connection is a testament to the transformative power of companionship, each filling the voids in the other's life.
As they traverse the galaxy together, Sheila and Khan become a formidable team, not just in the face of external challenges but also in the internal struggles they help each other overcome. Their love story unfolds against the backdrop of the cosmos, a narrative of redemption, understanding, and the enduring strength found in unlikely unions.
Sheila's strength, both physical and emotional, becomes a source of inspiration for Khan. In moments of vulnerability, she holds him with a gentle resilience, helping him confront the echoes of his tumultuous past.
Their love is a silent force, expressed through shared glances and the touch of hands. Sheila's drawings often feature Khan, depicting him not as a conqueror, but as a man reshaped by the redemptive power of their connection.
Khan, in turn, recognizes Sheila's inner strength—the quiet resolve that carried her through centuries. He becomes her protector, not out of dominance, but out of a deep understanding of the fragility of her augmented existence.
Their bond is a sanctuary, a place where vulnerabilities are embraced rather than exploited. In the vastness of the galaxy, Sheila and Khan find strength in each other, their love a testament to the transformative power of compassion and shared resilience.
As they navigate the stars together, Sheila and Khan engage in rituals that strengthen their connection. Long walks through the holographic landscapes, where Sheila's love for sceneries aligns with Khan's rediscovery of the beauty in simplicity, become a cherished routine.
Their love is evident in the small gestures—Khan carefully tending to a collection of exotic flowers from different planets, and Sheila surprising him with intricately designed sketches that capture moments of joy and serenity.
In moments of adversity, their bond becomes an unbreakable shield. Sheila's loyalty and kindness balance Khan's intensity, creating a formidable team that conquers challenges not through force, but through understanding and support.
Through shared laughter and quiet conversations under simulated starlit skies, Sheila and Khan find strength in vulnerability, and their love story becomes a harmonious melody echoing through the vastness of the cosmos.
Captured by a rogue faction in an unexplored region of the galaxy, Sheila and Khan find themselves facing a new kind of challenge. Separated from the familiar embrace of starship corridors, their resilience is put to the test.
Despite the confines of their captivity, Sheila's artistic spirit persists. In the dimly lit cell, she sketches scenes of freedom and shared laughter, offering a visual escape for both of them. Khan, usually a force of confrontation, restrains his impulses, recognizing that their strength lies in unity rather than defiance.
Their communication becomes a silent language—a glance exchanged across the room, a touch that conveys reassurance in the face of uncertainty. Sheila's loyalty to Khan and his protective instincts amplify, creating an unspoken vow to overcome adversity together.
In the face of captivity, their love deepens, transforming the cold cell into a haven where their shared strength becomes an indomitable force, ready to defy any challenge the galaxy throws their way.
A twist of fate leads Sheila and Khan to find themselves frozen in cryogenic tubes, suspended in time for hundreds of years. As the galaxy evolves around them, the once dynamic duo becomes relics of a bygone era.
During their frozen slumber, Sheila's drawings take on a surreal quality, capturing dreams and memories that transcend the boundaries of time. Khan, once an emblem of power, now exists in a state of suspended animation, his intensity frozen in an eternal moment.
Awakening in a future they could not have anticipated, Sheila and Khan navigate a changed world. The contrast between Sheila's artistic sensitivity and Khan's historical perspective creates a unique lens through which they explore the advancements and challenges of the new era.
Their love, preserved in the cryogenic embrace, becomes a thread connecting past and present. Together, they face the disorientation of temporal displacement, drawing strength from the enduring bond that transcends centuries.
#star trek#khan noonien singh#khan noonian Singh x female reader#khan noonien singh x oc#star trek oc
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