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The Sweetest Punishment

Kinktober 2022 - Day 6: Pussy Eating with Supreme Strange (838 Strange)

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Summary: Stephen doesn't like losing an argument, but he cant be too mad about when your punishment for him is this sweet

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - oral sex, dirty talk, swearing, pet names, light dom/sub, squirting, begging, fingering, dry humping, slight exhibitionism, Supreme Strange is a filthy menace in general

For 24 hours, his entire job was to be on his knees with his head between your legs. If you were sitting or laying down he was supposed to have his face buried in your pussy. It was his punishment for starting a pointless fight with you. A way of putting his smartass mouth to good use. Although you both know he didn't really think of it as a punishment.

He was always in charge in the bedroom, but this time you figured turnabout was fair play. This gave you a chance to be in charge while still letting him maintain a sense of control since he was pleasuring you. The only time you agreed to give him a reprieve was during the meeting with the Illuminati, and frankly that was more out of respect for Reed and Professor X.

As soon as you returned from the meeting, he found you sitting on the top of his desk. Your legs dangling and swinging back and forth, your skirt already hiked up around your hips. You had moved the large armchair that usually sat in front of his desk. Instead leaving a single pillow in the middle of the floor. Clearly you intended for him to kneel and resume his punishment.

Part of him wanted to make a smartass comment, something about not getting used to telling him what to do, but then again his smartass comments were what got him there in the first place. Another comment would surely extend or worsen his punishment. Although, did he want that? As punishments go, this one was pretty damn good.

He saw you quirk up an eyebrow as if you could read the thoughts running through his head. Hell you probably could, you knew him that well.

"Are you really thinking of trying your luck already Stephen? Makes me wonder if maybe I was too sweet to you when I picked your punishment."

He started walking toward you slowly. Chuckling to himself that you really could read him like a book. Unhooking the Cloak Of Levitation from his shoulders and letting it go hide in the coat closet. It didn't mind being around during your amorous activities, but you had learned it did have a problem with being worn during them.

He stopped when his body was positioned close enough you had to tilt your head up to look at him. Giving enough of a power play for him to make you unsure what his game was. His hands settling on your knees and spreading your legs wide before running his fingertips up your thighs and coming to clasp your face in his hands and give you a dominant searing kiss. Pulling away only when he wanted to. He could already smell your arousal starting to gather between your slit. You had been soaked for him all day.

Before you could interject he started moving down your body, leaving nips and kisses on every piece of visible flesh he could find. He unbuttoned your shirt a bit as he went, exposing the lacy bra you were wearing underneath it. His reasoning was "so your beautiful tits don't feel like I'm ignoring them".

You rolled your eyes at his statement. You could see his want to take control tempting him. You could see the image of what he wanted to do playing behind his eyes. Him throwing your legs over his shoulders and fucking you stupid.

"Sure, Stephen. You sure you aren't just hoping you get me so wound up I let you fuck me instead of having you on your knees for me? If you aren't a good boy I may have to extend your punishment."

You placed one hand on the very top of his head, disrupting his perfectly placed hair, and gently started pressing him downward. He could easily have stopped you I'd he wanted too, but he would take his punishment. Only from you. You were the only one he would ever submit himself to. Only you could think to give him the sweetest punishment he could have ever dreamt of.

He made you mad and he was the one who got to enjoy his favorite treat all day long. He was rather tempted to misbehave on purpose. A jolt of adrenaline making him brave enough to give your inner thigh a bite, something you hadn't been expecting.

"Need I remind you that you aren't allowed to cum until your punishment is over? This is supposed to be about you pleasing me, Stephen."

He licked over the spot he had just bitten and placed tender kisses on the red skin. You always had to have at least one mark from him on you. Somewhere, although he especially loved marking pieces of your flesh only he got to see.

"What about if I cum just from eating your pussy? Would I be in trouble then sweetheart?"

A devious smirk appearing only for him to begin running his tongue along your slit before giving you a chance to think. A breathy moan falling as you bit your lower lip. Trying desperately to keep your composure long enough to answer, but fuck that idea was hot.

As much as you knew Stephen enjoyed going down on you, he was very much the kind of guy who had always preferred to be on the receiving end of oral. So the idea that he would lose himself so much in eating your pussy that he would cum seemed unlikely. It was also something you immediately wanted.

Stephen has always been a fan of dirty talk.

"because I hope you know love, that having to go to meetings and deal with things all while I can still smell and taste your juices on my face has had me on edge all day. Then knowing you are waiting for me to return, just to promptly have me bury my face in your perfect sweet little cunt again. It makes me start aching. I wonder if anyone else can smell your cum on my face? I wonder if they know just what a dirty girl I have and how I think about making you mad just so I can get punished and spend all day tongue fucking you."

He latched his mouth over your clit as he started to slowly thrust his tongue in and out of you. His eyes alternating between studying every clench and flutter of your cunt to boring into your needy eyes that you were spending far to much energy on not letting role back in your head.

Each suck of his mouth over your clit, each thrust of his tongue had you moaning for him. God he knew how to work your body so well. He knew exactly where to touch you to pull you apart with the simplest of actions. He knew what he did to you, and he wanted you to know you did the same to him. He wanted everyone to hear you screaming his name. So they knew that you belonged to him

"What do you think baby? You've already got me hard just from eating your pussy. You gonna let me cum if I cum just from tasting you and making you cum? Don't know if i'll be able to hold back if I make you squirt baby. So fucking sexy when you soak me like that."

You brought one of your hands to run through his hair, gripping at his silky strands and pulling them out of their perfect placement. Using your grip in his hair to grind his face harder against your cunt. Trying to hold yourself upright with the other. Oh you knew how much he loved that too, when you lost so much control you just had to start humping his face. If his tongue didn't have your brain short circuiting his filthy words did. In between whimpers and moans you managed to finally form a response.

"Fuck! Yes Stephen - oh God - you can cum from eating me out. Fuck yes, please. Make me squirt daddy. Your mouth feels so fucking good! Use your fingers and make me fucking squirt all over you. Please, please, please!"

Any semblance or thought that you had been the one in control faded away. Even when you had him on his knees being punished, you were still at his mercy. His good little slut, so needy for him. You only hoped his office was soundproofed. Of course if it wasn't you didn't know how anyone would ever make eye contact with you.

You felt him smile against you and bring his long thick fingers to trace up both sides of your cunt. Massaging the lower edge of your hole before he started working them into you. First two of them, then three, then eventually stretching you to fit all four of them. He pulled his lips off of your clit to watch his fingers fuck in and out of your stretched and dripping hole. Growling at how good you looked around him. He would prefer to see you stretched out on his cock, but this was pretty fucking good too. He had made you cum so many times that day already that his fingers were coated in your cream as soon as they were inside you.

The thought that he had made you cream that much turned him totally feral. He wanted more. He started thrusting in and out of you harder, his hips starting to rut against nothing in time with his fingers. His hard leaking cock rubbing against the inside of his robes. It was no wear near as good as if he could just shove his cock in you and fill you up with his cream too, that would have to wait though. He said he was gonna make you squirt and he fully intended to. He slowly rotated his hand inside of you so his palm was facing upward.

Keeping his fingers deep he started moving them in a come hither gesture stimulating the entire front wall of your cunt. He was almost surprised you could get any wetter, but it wasn't long before he was stroking your g-spot just right and the sloppy squelching sound could easily be heard over your whines and moans.

He latched his mouth back over your clit and sped up his movements. Making sure to keep his hips and his fingers in time with each other. Not taking long to start pistoning his fingers faster and faster. Your voice becoming more broken and pathetic as your body rocked on his desk. Once he was on the verge of cumming in his pants and you were nearly sobbing he pulled his lips away and let his fingers pound you, thrusting them up and down even harder than he was thrusting them in and out. His thumb moving to press onto your clit. Knowing his filthy words were all it would take for you both to cum.

"So creamy baby. Hear how fucking wet you are honey? God you've got me so fucking hard. You gonna let me fuck you later? If I make you squirt and make a mess all over myself you gonna be nice and let me fuck you full of my cum tonight? You know I hate to waste any, and I know you do too. Your pussy is clenching just at the thought. Such a greedy little pussy, wanting to be full of cum all the time. Good thing I love seeing her full and dripping. Tonight she isn't gonna waste a drop is she? Gonna stuff anything that drips out right back in. You wanna cum baby? Wanna be a good girl and cum all over me so I can take you home and fill you up? Yeah, let me hear you say it. Tell me you wanna cum. Tell me you want my cum."

"Yes yes yes, Stephen! Wanna cum, gonna cum so fucking hard. Need to fucking cum. Make me cum. Be such a good little cum slut Stephen, your fucking cum slut. Fuck, I need it. Make me cum. Make me cum."

You were practically crying as the pressure in your low belly built so high so fast that you could hardly keep your eyes on Stephen. You knew better than to look away though. You knew if you looked away from him not only would he not let you cum, he'd make you watch him cum only to reach over and slap at your cunt to keep you on edge while he did.

"Good girl! Cum for me baby."

His fingers sped up even more as his hips thrust wildly against nothing. Using his other thumb to rub at your clit until he felt you squeeze his fingers so tight he couldn't pull them out. As you started to gush on his fingers he lowered his mouth to lap up your release. As soon as the first wave met his tongue he felt his dripping cock start to spurt his own warm thick release. Each flood of your orgasm prolonging his until you both fell limp. You flat on top of his desk, him flat over you. His tongue reaching out to lick lightly over you. He didn't like letting any of your cum go to waste either.

Each gentle lap sending you into a wave of aftershock. Eventually, after he had licked you clean, he started kissing his way back up your body bringing his body to lay over top of yours. Stopping with his forehead against yours and leaving lazy kisses on your lips. His face still damp and the taste of you on this lips. You slowly threaded your arms around his neck and let out a contented sigh.

After a couple more kisses you smiled at him and said, "okay, you are officially forgiven."

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strange-dreams-are-made-of-these · 2 years

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Masterlist

Here is the master list of all of the fics I have written.

remember, my ask box is open for requests and ideas. I’m always in a mood to write, and I would love to add to my collection

Series/ Continuation stories

Your Voice Consoles Me (Part One): F!reader is up late again, thinking about Stephen after losing him in the blip. (Part Two): F!reader aids in the battle of New York, reuniting with Stephen

You Made Her Shine: The reader confides in Stephen during one of the most difficult times of her life. (Part Two): Stephen takes the reader out on a date, wanting to remind her just how much she means to him. (Part Three:) Stephen and the reader thought they could enjoy their engagement in private. When all of New York picks up wind of their engagement, the Reader decides it's time to face the problem head on. (Part Four:)

Why Don’t You Run From Me: Stephen needs help getting back to his home universe. He runs into a variant F!reader and begins to question how he treats his F!reader (20 follower gift) (Part Two): Sinister tried to avenge the death of his beloved reader. Alternatley in their appropriate universe, Stephen and the reader get a few things off their chests

One Shot Stories

Its Going Down, Down: Variant!reader x Defender Strange, its a hurt story as the variant reader protects America

As Long As I’m Here: Gender neutral reader is helped by Stephen after a fall and he takes care of their concussion

Fly Me To The Moon: F!Reader x Stephen Strange, the two are protecting America, but the readers surprise is aired out before she can share with Stephen

No One Loves Like Ghosts: F!reader and Stephen find comfort in each other, confessing their feelings (50 followers request from Anon)

Can You Feel My Heart: Doctor Strange Supreme needs more power to achieve his goals. Will he take them from the reader? Or will he find himself in an all too familiar situation?

I Can’t Deny The Way I Feel: Stephen writes a love letter to the F!Reader (100 followers gift)

Can You Hear The Silence?: Stephen rushes to save his wife while caught up in battle

Dancing Beneath the Stars: 838 Stephen and the reader admit their feelings over some drinks and a bucket of ice at the staff party

NSFW / 18+ Stories:

Let Me Adore You: Stephen and his fiancé, F!reader, have some alone time after the events of DSMOM

See What You can Take: the female reader is overworking herself and needs some relief, Stephen has a few ideas. (69 followers gift)

Dark Paradise: Sinister Strange wants to show the F!Reader that the death of her Stephen doesn’t mean its the end of her happiness

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Rough Path to Memory Square (Doctor Strange x Reader [Earth-838])

Words: 5824 (chapters 31-33 / completed story)

Summary:

You - Earth-838 Sorcerer Supreme's apprentice, now living under Mordo's wing, which you don't like.

Former Supreme Strange's lover and a gifted sorceress, drowning in her own despair, still not over Strange's death.

What happens when two intruders - America Chavez and Stephen Strange, visit your universe? Will you help them? Will you manage to convince the Illuminati that Stephen is not the real threat, but dream walking Wanda is?

Will your own feeling get in the way? Will you open your heart to Doctor Strange again?

Find my other accounts on ao3 and wattpad under the same name <3

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/1rSoldierSince2012

wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/1rsoldierSince2012

Chapter 31: Edge of a Broken Heart

A couple of hours later, America opened a portal to Eath-616 and Stephen, a solemn look on his face, left, kissing your knuckles, perhaps one last time.

You returned to your chamber, feeling tired and worn out. Too much has happened in one day. By request of America, she was getting ready to sleep in your room. You agreed. The bed was too big for you anyway. Sliding under the covers, you turn to look at the girl, she does the same.

"So, what was he like?" she asks, getting in a comfortable position.

"Who?" you ask, a bit confused.

"Your Strange. Was he anything like our Stephen?"

Our Stephen.

You blink a couple of times before answering. "He uhh... He was maybe a little like him. More bold, perhaps. Reckless. He often dived head deep into things he wanted to understand or learn. But he always had a soft side. Just didn't show it to everyone."

"Soft side, like when he almost killed you one time after using Darkhold?" she asks, eyes changing a little. But you let it slide.

"I know he didn't want to choke me, he had a bad dream, alright? Plus, he apologized for that."

"Or when he choked you on purpose. After he learned about your little whereabouts with the demon? And how you canceled his healthy hands deal? That's what you call a soft side?"

You look at the girl confused. She's still the same America, smiling and a little sleepy. Were you imagining things? "What are you talking about? I never told him about his canceled deal."

"You didn't have to tell him anything. He was the Sorcerer Supreme." America's face and your whole room disappears, like it was sucked into outer space and you, suddenly weightless, drop onto the dirty ground.

Weirdly enough, you find yourself in the universe which is almost destroyed by the incursion. Subconsciously looking at your side, you don't see anyone, although you were pretty sure you were experiencing déjà vu, but the depressing atmosphere of the universe turns your attention from that.

"I've got to find Strange." you said to yourself, thinking for a moment longer and then going where supposedly New York Sanctum was.

Lost in your head, you stumble on one of the thousand big stones and bricks scattered on the ground and almost fall to the ground with no one there to catch you.

"Why am I even going here? What am I doing here? What is this place?" you keep murmuring over and over again, walking frustrated because your foot still hurt, until you finally see the Sanctum. Standing there all alone in this vast place, not surrounded by old buildings like it used to be.

The roof is disappearing in a smoke-like way, as if someone from above was trying to suck it in. Literally. You reach the building, not really expecting to find anyone there living, and standing apparently on what were supposed to be stairs to the main entrance - now it was just a weird pile of cement blocks. You fight your way up to the big door. However, you don't get a chance to knock - the door opens on itself, and you see what's left of the grand entrance - just stairs, stairs that once led to your lover's bed and embrace, now led to nowhere, or exactly where you were meant to be.

You walk up what looks like an endless staircase and get to the second floor, stealing a quick peek around, you see the familiar room only abandoned much, much more. As you come a full circle and turn back to your previous spot, a figure appears before you, almost giving you a heart attack.

"Hello, y/n." he says calmly.

"Motherfucker, you scared me." you gasp and put a hand on your chest, trying to calm your pounding heart.

"I'm sorry, didn't mean to." he smiles politely, taking a step back and giving you some space to return from the shock.

You take a good look at the man standing with his idiotic smile at you, hands behind his back. Then it hits you. It's Strange. However, a bit different. Different from whom, though? You shake your head a bit, trying to sort your racing thoughts.

Dark, almost black robes, gray steaks in his dark hair, gray eyes piercing right into you, rather longish goatee, and a menacing aura. The whole look put together created the man you knew your whole life -

"Stephen!" you shout run up to him, your hands grabbing his neck, his hands - finding their way to your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Hey, I've missed you, y/n." he says, voice raspy in your ear.

"How? Wha-" you spill the questions, but he stops you when he put his finger on your lips.

"Hey, hey, don't ruin such a sweet moment." he smiles, caressing your cheek. You suddenly feel so obedient to this man this if he told you to jump through that broken window, you wouldn't even doubt to do it.

"How did I end up here?" you ask, closing your eyes and leaning into his touch.

"Oh, honey, you were always meant to be here. With me." Strange answers, using the moment that you're not looking and leaning closer to smell your cologne. He looks you up and down, a crooked smile playing on his lips. You fell right into his web.

"What are we going to do?" you ask, lifting your head to take a better look at Stephen.

"Whatever you want." he coos, you feel like you need to hear his voice just like you need to breathe. "But now, I want to play something for you." he kisses temple and goes to the piano in the corner. You follow him like a puppy and take a seat next to him on that small piano chair. You don't notice the mess in the room, although it's evident that a fight happened here not so long ago. At the back of your head, a little voice is telling you to snap out of something, but the pull of the man beside you is too strong.

Stephen seems happy with how close you sit, your legs touching his. Uncontrollably, he feels his pants tighten. You, however, feel this action. Just like you feel every speck of dust flying in the air.

"What do you wish to hear, dear?"

"Maybe Für Elise? Just slower." you say, lost in thought. He nods slightly and fingers touch the keys. You feel like you can't take your eyes off his hands, his scarred hands that gently push the keys, creating the most beautiful melody this dying world has ever heard.

"Stephen, I love you." you say in a dreamy voice.

"I know." he answers, feeling satisfied with himself.

When you reach to touch his hand, the view changes. You're back at the Sanctum, meeting your Strange in the hallway. He grabs your wrist and pulls you inside his room, panic evident in his face.

"Stephen, what's going on?"

"I need your help. Do you trust me?" he asks, holding your shoulders rather tightly.

"Do I? Yes, of course. Why?"

"Do you know where is the Book of Cagliostro?"

"Why do you need it? Mordo locked it up long time ago. Thanks to you, by the way." you squirm uncomfortably, but he doesn't let go of your hand.

"I have to do one thing." he looks away, hiding his eyes from you.

"What thing? You already know how to use the Eye of Agamotto." you ask, raising your eyebrow.

"I- it doesn't matter, I just need the book."

"No."

"No?" he quickly turns to look at you, nostrils flaring, an angry expression already forming on his face.

"No. Don't ask me to do something you know damn well I can't." you pull your hand from his rather harshly and graze his fingers. He winces, looking at you like you just committed the worst crime known to humanity.

"Oh, yeah? I thought you were going with me until the end of the line? Until the end of the world? What happened to that?" he asks, fury taking over.

You can't believe what's happening. He was never like this with you. "What are you even talking about, Stephen?" you plead.

Your Stephen changes into the Stephen you met a week ago, red Cloak on his shoulders, he's standing in the same room that once belonged to your lover but now is yours.

"I'm saying that you are worthless. You shouldn't be here. I could've sacrificed you instead of Christine. At least I was happy with her." he says and harshly bumps into your shoulder on his way out.

You blink a couple of times before finding yourself back at Wanda's doorstep. She opens the door and look at you with a funny expression.

"Oh, look who returned. My killer."

"Your what? Wanda, what are you talking about? Please explain, this day has been a wreck already." you say, wiping the sweat from your forehead. When you touch your own skin, you feel weird, as if a part of yours is missing.

"You wanted me dead. Back in the tunnel. Maybe you even craved this for years. I remember how you looked at me when I brought the Darkhold. Like hawk." she spits, nearing you, "how you watched every single move, afraid that I might steal your cocky little fling." she laughs, standing so close that you can hear her breathing. "Ha, can't even call him your boyfriend. He never wanted a relationship. You were just a fling. A game. A piece of fresh meat that entered his sight. You were just dragging him down with your nonsense. Knowledge and power - that's what he wanted. Not you." Wanda whispers last words in your ear and your head begins spinning. You close your eyes tightly, hoping that all of this is just a bad dream.

Everything stills for a moment. You dare open one eye and see America Chavez standing in front of you, holding something in an opaque bag.

"Oh, America, you're here." you say and want to engulf her in a hug, but she stops you by shaking her head.

"Don't come any closer, murderer." she sounds not like herself. Like a demon. You stop, afraid to move and afraid that one person who you trust the most might disappear, leaving you in this madness again.

"America, what are you saying?" you ask, and confused. She moves the bag in front of her, and it suddenly becomes transparent. You take a step back, looking at the bag, disgusted. "What is this? Why do you have that thing?" you see that the bag is full of blood, bright red, and something darker is floating in the middle of it.

"Thing?" America raises her eyebrows and a smirk appears on her lips. "What you call 'thing' is your child. The child you killed so recklessly following an arrogant man into the jaws of the enemy." she simply says, and you almost faint when everything hits you like a freight train.

"Please, stop, America." you beg, and see Strange appear in front of you. His hands grab your neck, and you feel how air doesn't reach your lungs anymore.

"You killed my child. You took my hands away again. You thought a little spell could erase my mind? I am the Sorcerer Supreme, you slut!" with each word, his grip on your neck tightens, and you desperately grab his robes.

Stephen wakes up, startled by your action, and notices your erratic breathing. "Y/n, y/n." he shakes your shoulders slightly, but you don't react. "What is happening?" he mutters and notices how your eyes move behind your eyelids, quickly tapping your face, he feels your skin burning, forehead sweaty. You don't respond to any touch, and Stephen quickly lights up a couple of candles beside, in order to get a better look at you. He opens one eyelid, with great struggle, although it shouldn't be that difficult to do. Your eye is rolled back, only the white is visible, hands now tightly grasp your belt.

"Y/n, please wake up." he shakes you again, not sure what is happening and what he could do. A tear runs down your cheek, eyes closed so tight that it looks like you're afraid to open them.

"No, no." you say, barely above whisper, and a little hope that sparkled in Stephen disappears when you don't open your eyes.

Something odd catches his attention, right in the corner of his eye he notices smoke rising from the table. "What?" he asks and runs to the object. Not a smoke. He has already seen this before.

Incursion.

Chapter 32: Everybody Wants to Rule the World

Stephen's hands continue to squeeze your neck, you feel the tears running down your face. "Please." you croak, tightly holding onto his robes.

"No mercy this time," he says, and starts squeezing harder.

You finally close your eyes and pray to all gods in existence to make this stop. "Stop this nightmare." you say, taking a deep breath as fingers on your throat loosen.

"You called, honey?" a voice says in front of you, and you open your eyes again, looking at the black mass before you. In a second it takes a human-like shape, still black, as if it was wearing a swimsuit.

"What are you? What is this?" you want to turn around, but you're seated on some sort of stone chair. The figure in front of you changes from black to green, and you finally see the features of a very pale man.

"This is my home. Well, technically it's your head but since I'm in control..." he shrugs comically and smiles, showing a row of sharp teeth. "I'm Nightmare."

"Yes, I can see what a nightmare you are," you say, struggling against the invisible force once more.

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Strange, now carrying you towards the bedroom, hears one word from your mouth, "Nightmare." He barges into your room, startling America, who was still asleep. He hurriedly puts you on the bed and puts his hand on your forehead again. Still burning hot.

"What happened?" America asks, scrambling towards your body, weirdly straight as a chord.

"I- I don't know, she uh, she fell asleep, and then she didn't wake up, I can't wake her up. It's like she's stuck somewhere. And I think the incursion started." Stephen rambled so quickly that it took a moment for America to fully understand his words.

"Incursion? Can you fix it?" she taps your face, but quickly retracts her hand. "Oh God, she's burning."

"Get me a wet towel, run it under cold water, and I'll get her robes off," Stephen orders the girl, and she runs away. "Come on now, where are you, y/n?" he mutters, taking off the first layer of your attire.

***

"My name is Nightmare, you ungrateful brat." he spits, shooting up from his throne.

"Oh," you say to yourself and nod slightly. "I would say it's nice to meet you, but everything I've experienced wasn't nice at all."

"That's the point, right? You liked my little show?" he smiles, and it chills you to the bones.

"Liked? I-" you don't get to finish as he claps his hands loudly.

"Glad to help. You see, it was quite hard to get to you. I used to sneak up in your dreams, get to know you before the grand meeting." he begins pacing slowly in front of you.

"I'm flattered that you care so much about me. Why?" you strain a little and notice that your hands are a bit free, it becomes easier to breathe. If you're even breathing here.

"Your mind is interesting. I had to create a little scheme to, you know, wrap things up." he swings his finger in the air and laughs maniacally.

***

"Stephen, here!" America bursts into the room with a wet towel, noticing you lying on the bed with a t-shirt, and robes thrown next to you.

"Her pulse is high, it's like a fever, or something worse," Stephen says, tapping the wet towel on your face to cool you off a bit.

"Stephen, I don't think that's a medical problem," America says cautiously, afraid that in this state, Stephen might burst again.

"Nightmare..." he whispers, but then loud steps reach his ears.

"Y/n! Y/n, what did you do?" Mordo bursts into the room and notices America and Strange standing in front of the bed in defensive positions. "You. Did you see what you've done? Where is she?" Mordo steps closer to the bed and sees you lying there all sweaty and breathing heavily, hands tightly gripping the sheets. "What have you done to her?" Mordo quickly parts Strange and Chavez and slowly reaches to touch your forehead.

"She fell asleep. We both did," Strange feels a blush creeping on his cheeks. "Since then I can't wake her up. It's like she's stuck somewhere. And she keeps saying 'nightmare' from time to time."

Mordo thinks for a moment, looking at you apologetically. "She's trapped in Nightmare's World... The Dream Dimension."

"Where?" America asks loudly, meanwhile Stephen and Mordo look at each other.

"How do I get in there?" Stephen asks with a determined expression.

"You don't. She has to get out herself." Mordo falls silent for a moment, and Strange notices how he blinked out some tears. "You've caused too much trouble already. If you don't know, the incursion has started. Leave my universe before there's still something left to fix."

"No." Strange says, standing his ground. "The Sorcerer Supreme has to fix the incursion. But we have to save her now."

"How can we do that? If she's trapped in a dream?" America asks shyly, still fearing Mordo.

***

"My mind is interesting? You must be crazy then."

"I waited for your little protection spell to wear off. A smart move it was. To not let Scarlet Witch read your mind. I also know your deepest secrets, your desires and…" Nightmare falls silent for a dramatic effect. "I know that some trouble has landed upon the universe you're supposed to protect." he laughs, the whole place echoing the sound.

"Trouble?" you mutter to yourself, mind racing as fast as possible in this weird place you're trapped in.

"Yes. But don't you worry, darling, it doesn't concern you anymore."

"Like hell. Let me go! What do you even want from me?" you squirm in the stone chair, but despite your effort, nothing happens.

"I want to destroy you. Not physically though, I don't like getting my hands bloody. Hard to wash it off." Nightmare shudders mockingly. "I want to destroy your little brain, I want to break your soul. And when I break your soul, there's no reason for your body to exist."

"Nice uh, tale. But your little monologue still hasn't answered my question." you press your hands behind your back tightly, trying a couple of simple spells.

"Why you? Oh. I thought it was simple. Broken heart. Broken soul. Exciting adventure. Great powers I can take from you. Sorcerer Supreme. Even greater powers I can take from you. And, perhaps a way to control more people if you die." he counts on his fingers each thing and in the end, he has seven fingers down. "Fresh soul. Exactly what I needed."

"Why does everyone think I have great powers?" you blow the air out and hang your head, still trying to do a spell.

"Because you do. You may not have realized your full potential, but I see it. I also see how you've been trying to do a spell behind your back for the past few minutes." he says, turning his back on you, and looking at his throne.

"Shit," you murmur under your breath, but everyone gathered next to your bed hears this.

"She probably tried spells, but unsuccessfully. When you're trapped by the demon himself, you don't expect to have your powers with you." Mordo sighs and sneakily touches your hand on his way to standing up. The touch chills you to the core, even in the depths of your soul you feel that.

"I'm going to the library. You-" Strange points to Mordo, "hold off the incursion. And you stay with her." he points to America, who quickly nods.

"You're not the one to give orders, Strange. You're the reason all of it is happening." Mordo harshly puts his pointer finger to Strange's chest, but the latter doesn't move a muscle. "If I could turn back time, I would make sure that you two would have never stepped a foot into my universe."

"Oh, I bet if you had the Time Stone, you would have made sure every version of me was eliminated, right?" Stephen asks, watching in satisfaction how Mordo's eyes widen. "Yeah, I know about your little schemes and whereabouts. I know you despised me. Believe, the feeling's mutual. But right now we have things to do."

Mordo glaces at Stephen and America, casting one last look at you before leaving the room.

"I'll be right back. I hope. Cool her off as much as you can." Strange taps America's shoulder and quickly walks away to the library.

***

In the corner of your eye, you notice a white-headed figure wearing something similar to purple, sneaking behind one of the stones. Why in heaven this guy needed those stones here, you can't wrap your mind. Trying not to make it obvious that you're looking at the person, you direct your whole attention to the man rambling in front of you.

"I think it's time to begin our little play, right? I'm sure you're tired of sitting there, but you can't complain when you have such a great view, right?" Nightmare turns around and smiles at you. Fucking narcissist.

"You want me to be your Juliet or what?" you roll your eyes at the demon.

"As much as I love humour and Shakespeare, I'm not really fond of being Romeo. I'm more like a spider, you know. And you" he comes closer, standing full height before you. And yeah, your head is somewhere near his crotch. If he even has that sort of thing. Disgusting. You look up, him up in the eyes. "You're the silly little fly, who got trapped in my web." He touches your cheek, wiping the loose hair away from your eyes.

You wait for a harsh grip on your face, but never feel it.

"Hey there, wandought!" the person who was sneaking behind the stone shows up, and you see that it's a woman. A beautiful one. Focus y/n, focus.

Nightmare quickly turns around and notices the intruder, "Who dares to disturb me?"

"Me. Come here and fight, I can show you a good time." the woman winks and sends a blast of light purple energy towards Nightmare. He falls to the side, hiding behind another stone, whereas you feel how nothing is controlling you anymore.

"Great," you mutter and blast chaos magic towards the man, a little surprised that your powers actually work here. The woman looks at you a bit surprised but continues sending blasts at the demon.

"You can't defeat me, you pathetic witches!" Nightmare shouts, and you feel how your vision becomes darker and darker.

"No!" you shout, grabbing your head, you can't let him get in your head again, you wouldn't survive this time.

"Block your mind!" the woman shouts, appearing beside you, and you see that she's almost transparent. You shake your head and notice that it's not really her, but one of the illusions of her. Smart.

Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes and think about all the nice things you've experienced, imagining a literal wall protecting your mind. In a moment, you feel a strange feeling leave your body, your mind has never been clearer.

"Now it would be a good time to help!" the woman shouts, fighting directly with Nightmare. You see him struggling to hold off and without hesitating to help a stranger, who literally saved your life.

"Bolts of Balthakk!" you shout and golden bolts of lightning appear, mixed with purple faltine magic, they manage to put Nightmare to his knees. You send a final blow - Chains of Krakkan and everything falls silent. Nightmare looks at the two of you, straining against the magical chains.

"Pretty good job there." the woman says, catching her breath and you see her hand in front of you. "Clea." she smiles, and you notice her perfect eyeliner that emphasizes her eye colour.

"Y/n. Where did you come from?" you ask, shaking her hand, she's got a strong grip.

"I can sort of travel through dimensions. But I wanted to get that bastard. Lucky for you, y/n, I came here on time. Now, I think you should come back to your universe. And who knows, maybe we'll meet again." she smiles, and you feel like someone is pulling you from the place, sucking your soul back into your body.

You wake up with a loud gasp, taking as much air as possible in one intake, that scares the hell out of America and Strange, who was ready to perform a spell. "Holy shit." is all you can say.

Chapter 33: Don't Let the Light Go Out

"Oh, you're back! Thank God!" America engulfs you in a hug, and you quickly tap her back a couple of times.

"Yeah, yeah, what happened? What trouble is there?" you ask, looking around the room, then noticing that you're out of your robes and dressed in a shirt.

"What?" Stephen asks, loudly, closing the book and looking more nervous than he is usually around you.

"Trouble! What's happening? I've been warned that something is happening." you catch your breath and get out of bed, already grabbing a jacket from the rack. "Stephen!"

He looks guiltily at the ground before forcing himself to lift his head towards you. "We think the incursion has started."

"What?! Why are you still here, we have to go, to do something. Anything!" you grab the door handle and run into the corridor, hurrying to the lobby.

"Y/n, wait, Mordo's dealing with it..." Stephen's words echo in the place, and you stop mid-step.

"Mordo?"

"I could use the help of the Sorcerer Supreme if she's already up!" Mordo shouts after hearing your voice ring in the corridor.

You stop at the top of the stairs and look at the view at the end of them - Mordo, alone, creating various spell combinations, stands in the middle of the lobby, a huge book open on the table near him. A table that is slowly disappearing into thin air.

"What the hell..." you whisper and, as fast as possible, run down the stairs to the man. "When did it start? When did you start?" you ask him, gesturing first at the table, and then at the open book.

"Since you fell into Nightmare's trap, probably. And maybe half an hour ago." Mordo says not looking at you but focusing on the book.

"How long I've been out?" you ask Strange, who appears at the top of the stairs.

"Couple of hours."

"In that shithole, time goes differently. Fuck. Alright, how bad is it?" you say and drop your jacket on the ground, already taking a step towards Mordo, looking at the spells he's performing.

"You're in no condition to do anything! How did you even manage to escape?" Mordo asks, quickly glancing at you.

"Didn't you say a moment ago that you needed help? Anyway." you roll your eyes and, reading a spell twice, begin the incantation. "Some dimensional traveler helped me."

"Really? Who?" Stephen asks, reading the spell too.

"Some girl." you purposely did not mention her name. "I almost got out."

"I'm really glad you're back." Strange shoots a quick smile before casting a spell. America watches three powerful sorcerers unite for the first time in perhaps forever, for the greater good.

"You do know that you'll have to leave. Along with the girl." Mordo says, eyeing Strange and you.

"Girl stays. She's not dangerous. I am the one who caused this. I leave." Stephen says, focusing entirely on his hands and not the people beside him.

"Don't boss me around, especially when I have to fix your mess," Mordo says through gritted teeth.

"I wanna remind who gives orders now. And it's not you. He is... Grown enough to decide for himself. Although as a guardian of this universe, I think it would be best for Mister Strange to..." words get stuck in your throat. You had to make a decision, as hurtful as it is. But it's for the best. "To temporary put his journeys to this universe on hold."

The lobby becomes silent. Strange looks at the floor, Mordo's hands drop to his sides, he turns with his whole body to look at you. "Never have I expected for you to make such a smart decision. I see the title has really changed you. For the better, I hope."

"Focus on the problem, Mister Mordo." you look ahead of you, watching how magic leaves your hands, not thinking about what just happened, but instead, thinking how one's magic can be purple... Déjà vu hits you again, as you remember Sinister Strange's magic being purple. You shake your head slightly. Surely there is no way these two might be connected by something bigger power.

Strange knows why you're acting like this. All professional and polite, hiding a harsh truth. You both knew that soon will come the inevitable time to put a stop to your multiversal travels, but you never thought it would come so soon.

What felt like hours later, only it was merely 15 minutes, you drop your hands, feeling weary and breathless, although you draw power for the spells from the Dark Dimension and not yourself, this one made you especially tired. "You think it worked?" you ask, looking around the Sanctum, noticing that the table is no longer disappearing into nothingness.

"I think so. But he has to leave." Mordo says, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"I know," you say and guiltily look at Stephen.

"One last moment, Miss?" he says, putting on a fake smile and gestures to the Sanctum's library. America's eyes follow you both until you're no longer in sight. Stephen closes the doors heavily and sighs.

"Stephen, I'm sorry." You begin before he even has a chance to open his mouth. "It was selfish of me to use you like that. To pretend you're someone else. It was selfish and stupid to try to replace him with another him... It was... I'm sorry if I ever gave you false hope." you sniff a little, feeling the tears build up in your eyes.

"Maybe it was me who gave you the false hope. Don't blame yourself." Strange says, stepping closer to you, and cautiously puts his hand on your shoulder.

"You'll take care of America, right? I'll push Stark to make that device, I... I just want her to be happy. Not only that, but I also want you to be happy, Stephen. Return to your universe and find your happiness. Find someone who will love you the way I do."

Stephen tears up, you try to hold yourself together, to be as strong as possible, because this is the moment where your life changes completely. Admitting to yourself that your Stephen is gone, and nothing will bring him back, no one will replace him. And you're simply not capable of fooling yourself any longer. You can't destroy this Stephen's future for selfish reasons, he has a whole lifetime before him. You just can't take this away from him.

"Why the goodbyes are so difficult?" Stephen whispers, connecting his forehead with yours. You close your eyes and a single tear slips away.

"Maybe because we lose a part of ourselves in the process," you whisper back and just enjoy the moment, the closeness, the warmth radiating from the man. One last time.

"I wish all the best, y/n. You managed to turn around my life in a week. I'd say that's a record." He huffs a short laugh, placing a kiss on your cheek.

"So long, partner. I'd say we make one hell of a team." You linger for a moment longer before pulling away.

"I go get America. She's staying here?" Stephen asks now standing a step away from the door.

"Probably. But if you... Need company, I can manage on my own." You smile and he nods. Neither of you say goodbye because you knew that this would put a full stop to your story.

Returning to the lobby, you see Mordo sitting in the corner, an unreadable expression on his face and America, sitting at the end of the stairs.

"Take me back home?" Stephen asks the girl, and she stands up, looks at both of you weirdly but doesn't say a word, already getting ready to open a portal. "You're coming with me or?"

"I..." America looks at you, and you nod encouragingly. "Yes. I'll go. Bye, Y/n." She shortly waves and punches into the air in front of her. The Portal opens with a loud bang and wind comes out of nowhere from worlds beyond.

You smile at both of them, nails digging into your palm, a way to keep you from crying. Stephen takes America's hand, and they both step into the portal. Hall becomes silent again.

"It's for the best," Mordo says, reminding you of his presence.

"I know. You can go home now," you say, turning to go upstairs. "Thank you for your help, Mister Mordo."

"Y/n, I know what he meant to you. But it was just pretending." Mordo says before opening a portal and leaving you all alone in the Sanctum Sanctorum.

"I know." You softly whisper to no one. "I know."

*** Days, weeks and months flew by, and you carried on, crying yourself to sleep from time to time, as emotions and memories took over.

Stark created the device, however, succeeded only after the 3rd time. Stephen sent you an update that everything's been going well in his universe. And he actually met an interesting woman recently. America's still learning, often visiting you, and helping you create a plan for the search for her moms.

Today you, after training the students, returned to the main grounds of Kamar-Taj, only to be informed by Mark about a man waiting outside.

Opening the doors to the one who's seeking magical help, you see a familiar face standing in front of you. "Let me guess," you say, fixing your belt, a knowing smile playing on your lips, "You're... Wong?"

"Yes, Master, how did you know?" The man asks, looking astonished.

"Well, Sorcerer Supreme knows a lot of things." You smile and let the man inside. Your journey just begins, or maybe comes to an end?

The End!

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vickiee-mcmuffin · 9 months

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A new discovery

Word count: 2.2k

Pairing: 838 Strange x Female Reader

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

A/N: Here's 838 Stephen's version. Hope you like this. The other Stephen variants will be coming soon. Just gotta think of ideas :)

Summary: You discover a new side to Stephen when you call him Daddy as he makes love to you in his office.

You had woken up a horny mess, pressing your thighs together as you turned your head to Stephen’s side of the bed, hoping he’d still be there. But his side was empty, and you knew he must've already left to go to the Illuminati’s headquarters. You whined in frustration, you needed Stephen so bad, your body was screaming at you to have Stephen fuck you and make you feel good.

You could’ve easily made yourself feel good, but you knew it wouldn’t satisfy you enough. It never did. You were desperate for Stephen, so you planned on finding him so he can help relieve the ache between your legs.

Pulling back the covers, you got out of bed and grabbed your sling ring from the bedside cabinet, training could wait, you had other important needs to tend to first. Dressed in only your pyjamas, you opened up a portal to the Illuminati's headquarters. You stepped through it, ending up in one of the supply closets in the building. It was the best place you could think of so you weren’t caught by any other Illuminati members.

You knew you could've just opened up a portal to Stephen's office, but there was the risk of him not being in there. Or another member of the Illuminati being in there with him. So the closet was your best option.

You closed the portal behind you before you moved over to the door, opening it just enough for your head to poke out. You looked left and right, making sure the coast was clear before you opened the door fully. You stepped out and closed the door slowly and carefully behind you.

You then began your walk to Stephen’s office, almost tiptoeing as you walked through all the different rooms in the building. You had been here before, so you knew where to go but the risk of getting caught increased as you got closer to Stephen’s office.

Eventually, you made it. You were just about to turn the last corner to his office but you stopped in your tracks when you saw the back of Reed Richards in his black and blue suit. He was standing in the doorway to Stephen’s office talking to him about something. You didn’t have a chance to hear what they were talking about, because you quickly moved to hide behind the wall.

That had been close. To close for your liking.

Your breathing was a little unsteady as you stood there waiting for him to leave, listening to their distant chatter. You heard Reed telling Stephen about the coming week's schedule and about a meeting they had later about a potential threat. You then heard Stephen’s deep voice telling Reed he’ll be at the meeting later if he can get through all his paperwork.

The minutes slipped by and soon you had been standing there for ten minutes. Reed was still there talking to Stephen. Your legs started to ache from standing in the same position for so long. You just wished they would hurry up and be done with their conversation.

Eventually, though, you heard Reed telling Stephen he’ll see him later before he closed the door to Stephen’s office, and you were happy he was finally leaving. But your happiness soon turned to instant panic. What if Reed walked this way to go back to where he needed to be? What if he saw you?

But you sighed in relief when you heard his footsteps fading away in a different direction. You then took in a deep breath before you walked over to Stephen’s office, knocking on the wood and waiting for an answer.

“Come in,” Stephen called out.

You smiled and opened up the door, catching sight of Stephen sitting in his office chair. “Hi, Stephen,” you said quietly as you stepped foot into the room.

You saw Stephen wave his hand, and the door quickly slammed shut behind you, making you jump a little.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” he asked you, a shocked look on his face.

You didn’t answer and instead, you just walked over to him, stopping when you were standing right there next to his chair. You then turned his chair, so you could climb onto his lap to straddle him. Leaning forward, you kissed him, your arms wrapping around his back. You whined when Stephen kissed you back, his own arms wrapping around you to pull you close.

“Need you so bad,” you moved to whisper in his ear.

You then pressed your lips against his again, kissing him hard and fast. But Stephen pulled away from your lips, and you sent him a pout.

“I’m busy working, sweetheart,” Stephen told you.

You whined in frustration before you rocked your hips against him, trying to apply some sort of pressure to your aching centre. Stephen let out a low groan, your lips slamming against his again as you continued to rock your hips. You felt Stephen’s hands land on your hips as you moved, his fingers digging into you.

“Need your cock inside of me so bad. Please, Stephen,” you begged with pleading eyes.

“Fuck, baby,” Stephen said lowly. “You’re going to get me in trouble.”

“I’m sorry. Just need you so bad.”

Stephen then gripped your hips tightly, forcing you to come to a stop. He eyed you intensely before he sent you a small smirk. “Alright, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you want, but gotta be quick, okay?”

You nodded quickly, and Stephen smiled at you before you got off his lap. You removed your pyjama bottoms, kicking them to the floor before you got settled back on his lap. You kissed him, your tongue diving into his mouth for a short moment before you pulled away.

Moving your hands to the waistband of his trousers, you pulled them down, his briefs following shortly after. You pulled them down just enough for his cock to spring free, and you licked your lips at the sight of his half-hard cock. Spitting on your hand to lubricate it, you then moved it to his length, your hand wrapping around the base of his cock. You moved your hand up and down his length slowly, low groans leaving Stephen’s mouth as you stroked him.

You felt him growing harder in your hand as you pumped his cock, his length twitching in your hand as you moved. You then pumped him a few more times before pulling your hand away. Planting a gentle kiss on Stephen’s lips, you then lifted yourself up before wrapping your hand around his cock again. You moved the tip of his cock to your wet entrance, pressing it against your little hole before you began to slowly slide down his length, taking every inch of him.

You moaned into each other's mouths as you sank down onto him, and you kept moving until he was balls deep. Once you were filled to the brim, you began to move. You bounced on his cock, riding him so eagerly, desperate to feel that pleasure you always felt when Stephen fucked you.

You then rested your hands on his shoulders, using that as support as you began to bounce wildly on his cock. You moaned loudly, and you quickly felt Stephen’s hand on your mouth, silencing you.

“Shhh,” Stephen told you, and you sent him a quick nod.

He then moved his hand away and you went back to bouncing on his cock, moving hard and fast as you let out soft cries. You then felt Stephen’s hands land on your hips again, his fingers gripping you harshly before he began to guide you up and down his length at a rough pace.

“Mm, it feels so good!” you whined out.

“Yeah?” Stephen grunted.

You nodded, watching him smirk as he bounced you on his cock even harder. He was pushing into you nice and hard, the pleasure increasing with every thrust.

“Fuck, just like that, Daddy,” you cried out when the tip of his cock hit a sweet spot deep inside of you.

You hadn’t realised you had called him that until it was too late. Stephen stopped bouncing you on his cock, his blue eyes meeting yours. He stared at you intensely, not uttering a single word as he stared at you. You were worried you had made him uncomfortable by calling him that, because you knew it was a gamble to use that word with older guys. Some liked it, and some hated it.

You were then about to apologise but before you could even open your mouth, Stephen moved, bending you over his desk. He pulled your hips back, spreading your legs before he got himself settled behind you. He slid back into you, and your hand shot up to your mouth to stifle a moan as you took all of his thick cock.

Stephen pushed his length in and out of you, moving at a fast and punishing pace. You gasped, eyes snapping shut as the heat between your thighs grew more and more. All the papers on Stephen’s desk fell to the floor as he pinned you against his desk, your nails digging into the wood. One of his hands was pressed against your back, while the other was gripping your hip, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room as he pounded into you.

“S-Stephen,” you cried out as he fucked you. He had never been this rough with you before. Ever. Your words seemed to have triggered a new side of him, a side you’d never thought you’d see. But you were loving every moment of it.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Fucking take it,” he groaned when he felt you clenching around him.

“Oh, please fuck me right there,” you pleaded with him when his cock hit that sweet spot that made your whole body shake.

He did exactly that. He thrusted into you, hitting that spot again and again. You screamed as he hit that spot over and over, and you were certain the other members of the Illuminati were going to hear you. But at that moment you didn’t care, you just wanted Stephen to keep fucking you like that.

As Stephen kept moving, you started to feel that familiar feeling of your orgasm building up deep inside of you. You wanted to cum. You needed it so bad.

“Fu-Fuck, Stephen. You’re going to make me cum,” you moaned.

“Is that right?” Stephen grunted.

“Yes!”

Stephen began to fuck you at an impossible speed, your screams filling the room as he pounded in and out your wet pussy.

“Fucking be a good girl and cum over Daddy’s cock,” Stephen said, his voice deep.

That was it for you, his filthy words pushed you right over the edge. They came out of nowhere causing your orgasm to hit you hard and fast.

“Oh my God,” you cried out as you came all over his cock, drenching him with your juices. “Oh, Stephen.”

Stephen fucked you through your orgasm, dragging out the feeling. Your whole body shook as Stephen kept moving in and out of you. Soon you could feel his length twitching inside of you as he let out a groan, and you knew he was close too.

He pumped his cock into you three more times before he let out a deep guttural groan. He filled you up with his cum, giving you every last drop before he pulled out of you. You whined at the loss of him, but you were feeling satisfied now he had relieved the ache between your legs.

The two of you were panting wildly, not moving so you could catch your breaths. Stephen seemed to get his breathing back on track before you did, and he pulled up his trousers before he conjured a wet washcloth in his hand.

He cleaned you up, being careful as he dragged the cloth across your sensitive area. Once he had cleaned you up, you grabbed your pyjama bottoms, putting them back on before you turned your attention to Stephen. You found him already staring at you, a small smile on his lips.

“So… Daddy kink huh? That’s new,” Stephen chuckled.

You felt your face heat up as you looked at him. “I didn’t realise I had called you that until it was too late,” you said shyly.

Stephen leaned down and kissed you, and you kissed him back quickly before Stephen pulled away, his face moving to your ear.

“Well, I liked it when you called me that. It was hot,” he whispered into your ear.

“Really?” you asked, sounding surprised.

Stephen sent you a nod before giving you one last kiss. “I better get back to what I was doing now, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” you nodded.

You then opened up a portal back to the Sanctum, but before you walked through it, you sent Stephen a smile.

“I love you, Stephen.”

“Love you too, Y/N,” he smiled.

You sent Stephen one final smile before walking through the portal and closing it behind you, leaving Stephen to get on with his work. You then decided to have a hot shower before getting ready to go to your training class at Kamar Taj.

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eviesaurusrex · 2 years

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"Face your fears, Doctor Strange." || S. Strange

[GIF is not mine!]

pairing: Stephen Strange x Stark!Reader

word count: 4.6k (ooooops?)

summary: After saving the universe and becoming the Infinity Witch, Tony's younger sister felt nothing like her former self. Stephen screwed up badly, but Earth-838 Christine helped him see that he could truly become happy only through facing his fears (I'm terrible at summaries, so please ignore this accident, thank youuu.)

warnings: MoM spoiler (not really, but i just put it in), sad boy Stephen, a bit of swearing, my grammar (yes, that's a warning because I wrote this in the middle of the night and I don't trust my own beta-reading skills lol), a bit of angst, fluff at the end, that should be all, if not tell me!

author's note: Well, Well, Well. Welcome to my first ever uploaded story. Please be kind to lil' old me because that's the first one, and my anxiety is at an all-time high. But my utter adoration for this man has to come out, so… enjoy, I guess?

Lovely comments and reblogs would be much appreciated! Loads of love for reading, people! <3

“Face your fears, Doctor Strange.”

The words of Christine Palmer echoed through his head as he stood on the verge of the conjured portal, his shoe tips already gracing the ground of the coniferous forest. Blue eyes overlooked the grant lake at which shore a lovely wooden cabin sat, the sun rising over the cloudless sky and the birds singing their songs, unbothered by the unusual sound of the golden sparking portal. He knew he had to do it, knew how bad he screwed the only good thing in his life up, and how bad he treated the woman he loved the most.

Stephen Strange rarely felt fear creeping up in his body, but now, on the edge of facing his biggest mistakes, he felt it – cold and icy within his veins, while the blue of his eyes searched the shore for the distinctive hair his lover called her own. Emptiness was the only thing that greeted the Sorcerer at that moment, and Stephen sighed deeply.

“Stop being a headless chicken, Strange,” he scolded himself in a hushed voice and stepped over the portal barrier and onto the soft ground of the woods surrounding him now. “Finally!” Wong’s voice reached him, and Stephen turned around to see the Sorcerer Supreme standing behind him in the grand foyer of the Sanctum, a bowl of cereals in hand. “Go get your girl back, Strange. It’s about time.” And with that, Wong raised a hand and closed the portal with the spoon still between his fingers.

The doctor sighed again, even deeper now that Wong knew of his whereabouts because he would never hear the end of it if he came home empty-handed. He had to get this right, had to undo the unspeakable things he had said to her on that fateful day, and he had to bring her back, bring her home. Even though he had fought aliens, monstrous creatures, and broken witches and saved the universe probably multiple times (with the occasional help of others), he never feared something more than this moment.

Facing your fears and mistakes was something entirely different.

Stephen Strange had to travel through the multiverse to understand this essential part of being human. He wondered how he had survived this long.

A closing car door brought the Sorcerer back into reality, and after turning his head in the direction of the sound, Stephen stared into a familiar pair of eyes. It always astounded him how similar the Stark siblings were but so different at the same time. The man was considered exceptionally intelligent, but this… he couldn’t wrap his mind around it.

“Strange.” Stephen suspected that his appearance wouldn’t be welcomed by the older Stark – and he was dead-on right. “What are you doing here of all places? Got something muddled up with your magical, glittering GPS? I hope so because if you landed here intentionally, I’m forced to remove you off this property.” Yep, still not a fan.

The man held both his hands up in defeat. “Listen, Stark. I only came here to talk to her. Nothing more, nothing less. She deserves an apology, an explanation, anything, really. I’m not here to stir a fight because I’m not here for you, but for her.” Stephen really tried to be polite because even though Iron Man retired right after their victorious fight over Thanos, the suits were still somewhere around. He never would destroy them if his sister was here, not with the screaming red target on her back, now that she probably was the mightiest creature in the entire multiverse.

Well, she would be faster in eliminating an enemy than any of his machines.

Tony Stark scoffed and scooped up the little copy of his as soon as she ran to her father. “Your very existence is stirring up a fight, Strange. She came to this place for a reason, and the reason is called Stephen A-hole Strange.” The man was interrupted by Morgan. “What is an A-Hole, Daddy?” Tony couldn’t hide the slight grin forming on his face before shaking his head and kissing her temple. “Later, munchkin. ‘Promise.” Then, it was Stephen’s turn all over again. “She doesn’t wanna see or hear from you. She doesn’t wanna even acknowledge your existence on this planet, in this universe, and she certainly isn’t interested in anything you could let that mouth of yours escape. You hear me?”

The Sorcerer had to look elsewhere, to not crumble under the older Stark’s glare. This was a terribly bad idea, and now Stephen had to endure it in order to maybe get the love of his life back. He should’ve prepared a damn speech in advance.

“Tony.” He never called him that. “Please.” He never begged for something. “I just need five minutes with her. If she’s still that furious like she left me, you will never have to see me again because she probably kills me with her own hands. If I hurt her all over again, you can strangle the life out of me. See? A win-win situation.”

Tony had already lost after the Sorcerer’s pleading, especially after one look at his darling wife, standing outside on the patio, arms crossed and a soft expression on her face. At that moment, Tony knew he had to give in to do the right thing – and to be a role model for the tiny person on his arm.

Stephen felt a change in the air before the Stark gave him one firm nod. “You’ll get five minutes. If she starts screaming, I’ll end you. If she starts crying, I’ll end you. If she demands that you’ll leave, I’ll probably end you anyway because she went through enough to take your bullshit on top of that, wizard. Have I made myself clear?” The doctor swallowed the retort lying on his tongue – damn, that was hard - and nodded. “Perfectly clear,” he agreed and walked closer to the house.

He offered Pepper Stark a small smile. “Thank you.” It was only a whisper, barely above his breath, but he knew he would’ve never made it through Tony without her help. The redhead smiled softly and gestured around the cabin. “She is in the back, her usual spot. Tell her how you feel, and everything will be alright, Stephen. She is just as lost without you as you are without her.” She always liked him more than Tony Stark probably would ever master in his life.

But sometimes, a single person on one’s side was enough.

With measured steps, Stephen rounded the cabin’s patio to make his way down to the landing stage where the younger Stark sibling loved to sit, offside the sometimes hectic environment inside the house or to escape the buzzing city. Even now, it seems that she preferred the quiet- and calmness of the lake over the town she escaped weeks ago.

His heart pounded in his chest, trying to escape the confinements of his ribcage to either vanish and hide or to run to the woman it loved the most, to finally feel whole again. Stephen wasn’t sure which option it would be while knowing the truth deep to his core. It was strange, that thing called Love, and it still scared the living hell out of him, but as Christine in one of the multiverses had said: He must face his fears to be finally and completely happy. And maybe even a man like him deserved happiness in his life.

And then the moment was there he dreaded such a long time because it could either mean the inevitable end of everything or lead to more heartache and longing – from his side, of course. Stephen wasn’t even sure how she felt about the entire ordeal, nor what she thought about him after he had said these awful things no lover should ever yell to one another. The memory alone caused the Sorcerer to flinch violently while taking the last corner and immediately stopping dead in his tracks.

The sun rays kissed her long locks, floating in the warm spring breeze, the dark but always softly and mischievously shimmering eyes closed, while a concentrated frown graced the soft features Stephen could admire for endless hours. There was no doubt that the Sorcerer would ever get tired of her face – of her altogether. And now, after the long absence of her presence in his life, Stephen couldn’t stop staring at her in utter awe; he felt like a lovestruck teenager. Too madly in love to do anything else but stare while the tongue in his mouth got twisted, and if he dared to speak, he would never get one syllable over his lips. It was a curse, really, and it always struck the doctor within her reach, now more than ever – because now, the hero knew what rested underneath the surface of this beautiful woman.

What have I done? What on earth had pushed me to say these words that ended everything and led us here? What happened to us?

Only the stars knew the answer to these essential questions, and Stephen felt salty tears prickling in the corner of his eyes. He watched as her right hand rose from the wood of the already slowly withering landing stage, and he witnessed with wide eyes how she used the powers the Infinity Stones had gifted her. Nothing more than a flick of her hand was necessary to let the dead flowers beside her grow again, to spread their beauty along the entire edge of the lake. Except for the spot he stood on. And if that wasn’t clue enough, her voice exposed his presence.

“What do you want, Stephen?”

It sounded emotion- even lifeless and that was the ultimate trigger for his persistence to take its first breath of life in a very long time. Stephen needed her as much as she does, and he would not return to the Sanctum before she listened to him – really listened.

“I forgot that sneaking up on you isn’t an option anymore,” he smiled softly before taking one step forward. Then another one. And after that, he became bold and took the third one, just to run into an invisible wall and rubbed his nose. “Ouch.”

She only sat there, motionless, staring straight onto the glistening lake. “I don’t need these abnormal powers to hear you, Stephen. You’re louder than a grizzly as soon as you leave the city behind.” The Stark fell silent before scoffing quietly. “You’re, by the way, very welcome. I wasn’t sure if I only should let you run into a wall or if I should just shock you right away so you’ll leave me the fuck alone.” Her arms entwined around her shins to pull both legs closer to her chest. “Just leave me alone, Stephen. You damaged enough, and I’m not interested in one of your outbursts. I already have enough on my plate. I don’t need you on top of everything else. Look for someone interested in your company and the bullshit that comes out your mouth because I am certainly not available.” Yep, another Stark who dislikes me, great.

Stephen swallowed thickly, but instead of retreating, he pressed both of his scarred hands onto the invisible barrier which kept him and her apart. This barrier stood for so much more than just a physical separation, and the Sorcerer’s heart ached at the thought alone. The tears came back, and with them, Christine’s words: “Face your fears, Doctor Strange.”

Blue eyes raised to gaze over the side profile of the younger Stark, and Stephen softly called her name. Of course, she didn’t react, so he used the one thing he desperately hoped still worked because if, there would still be hope. And hope was the only thing that kept the doctor going and breathing. “My love.” Pain flooded the delicate features, and the Strange exhaled the held breath. He whispered the words again, leaning his forehead against the atmospheric barrier, but kept his gaze fully on the woman in front of him. Her hands grabbed the fabric of her flannel with a deathly grip. Soon after, she buried her face between the knees to hide the welling tears in the ocean that were her eyes.

Hope was still there.

She knew he was there as soon as the first sparks of the portal emerged in the air. She felt it within her body in which these awful powers were locked and secured and connected the woman with the vastness that was this universe. It scared the living shit out of her and constantly reminded the Stark that now she was just another abomination within the fight between Good and Evil. Perhaps it only was a matter of time until the enemies tried to get their hands on her and the powers she never asked for. But now, she had to protect them at all costs because they belonged to her, and without them, she would never be whole again; she would never be herself again, even though the thought alone of being a powerful being made her sick to the core. She never wanted to play a part in the game that was the fight in the never-ending and dangerous multiverse.

With Stephen at her back to protect each other, life seemed to work out, even though she felt like a child who had just learned to use their magic properly. But then, one fateful day appeared on the path that was her life, and the happiness vanished like the dust after Thanos erased half of the universe.

Silence settled over the Sanctum, but her mind screamed at the top of its lungs. The pain never subsided; the connection to the entire universe sucked up all the energy she could master to gather over the day and left her behind as an empty shell. The ray of sunshine that once was the younger Stark sibling died between her snap while wearing the Infinity Gauntlet and her absorption of every single atom of every single Infinity Stone.

Slow steps moved her to raise her head and look over one shoulder to see Stephen Strange approaching. She had settled down in the library, waiting for him to come home after the mission, and had been there ever since she woke up after sunrise. A tired smile forced her lips apart, and without a second thought, she took the outstretched hand to get back on her feet. Even though the armchair was the comfiest of all the interiors within the library, she just couldn’t sit any longer. The woman steadied herself with both hands on his lower arms before wiping away the tears on her cheeks, but Stephen had already noticed them.

“Is everything alright, my love?” He asked gently, cradling her delicate face in his scarred hands and wiping the remnants of tears away. The Sorcerer bowed his head to softly kiss her forehead as soon as a sob recked through the more petite body of the woman he loved. It pained him to see her like that, so much was obvious, but the Stark suspected something boiled within the man she loved. Something seemed off ever since he came back from the mission before the last one, where he had found her sitting motionless on the grand staircase leading from the foyer up to the rooms. She just hadn’t had the strength to get up and move – to live, actually. Since that night, Stephen held something back, and that seemingly wanted to escape today.

She sniffled, and with harsh movements, she erased every sign of weakness off her cheeks. “I just can’t take it anymore, Stephen. I’m this shell of my former self, I don’t recognize myself in mirrors anymore, and I just can’t. I can’t hold myself together any longer.” He had to understand. A long time ago, Stephen Strange was desperate for an answer, of an escape route to get back to his former extraordinary self, so he must see her point now. The Stark woman hoped desperately because she lived for hope and the light at the horizon, but one glance up at his handsome face, and she knew that there wasn’t any hope.

He doesn’t understand. Why doesn’t he understand?!

His hands fell from her face, landed on her slender shoulders, and squeezed tightly. “Listen carefully now. You cannot throw everything out of the window just because this one time, it gets hard. You must stay strong and push through it, no matter the cost or afford it takes. You cannot just give up without even trying.” She flinched as if Stephen had struck her with full force.

He couldn’t have said that. Never. Not Stephen, who was always worried about her, who would do anything for her, and who helped her through every dark episode of her life – until now. Out of his grasp, the Stark stepped away and eyed him with boiling anger.

“That’s rich coming from you.” She seethed the words, almost whispering them through gritted teeth. The Sorcerer cocked one eyebrow. “Excuse me?” The woman raised both hands and pushed forcefully against his chest as he dared to step closer again. “I said: That’s rich coming from someone like you.” Stephen scoffed and shook his head. “I don’t know what you mean. You talk nonsense. Really, I don’t understand anything coming from you anymore. Your words, your actions – nothing makes sense anymore. Where is the strong, sassy, intelligent, and hard-fighting woman I fell in love with all those years ago? Where did she vanish? Did she get dusted, and you were the only thing left behind? An empty shell of the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with?! You... This… this shell is just pathetic.”

She flinched again, and tears full of anger rose to the surface. But she fought them back bravely because, at this moment, she swore that this man would never see a single tear of hers ever again. “Now I am the pathetic one? Do I have to remind you of your past, Stephen Strange?! Did you lose your memory while being dusted for five entire years? Did you forget what happened all those years ago in this fucking car?! Do I have to remind you again that you thought your life was over for months on end because of your fucking hands?! Because you weren’t longer the brilliant neurosurgeon Stephen fucking Strange who would have got everything he ever wanted except for the girl?! Do I have to remind you of that?! If so, we can talk about who was pathetic and who was not because I tried. I tried so fucking hard without thinking that my life was over because of something I couldn’t control. I was ready to die that day in order to save everyone – to save you! But I didn’t die. Instead, I became this thing I can’t explain nor control, and I tried to be this… this being who can feel everything within this universe and who must endure it so it can survive and live with the people it loved, but gosh.” The Stark shook her head and didn’t even know what to say now. “You know what? Whatever. I don’t care a single second longer because clearly you don’t care either.”

She swallowed dryly, pushed past him, and snatched her hand out of Stephen’s attempted grasp. “Don’t you dare. Just… leave me the fuck alone, Strange. I don’t care anymore what you are trying to say or not. This,” she gestured between the both of them, “This destroyed everything. Whatever the hell is wrong with you, get it together before nobody wants to be in your company any longer and before you end entirely alone in this universe. It’s your biggest fear, after all, isn’t it?”

And with that, the Stark just… vanished in front of his eyes. She escaped to the comfort of the seemingly only people who loved her unconditionally.

The faintest memory of this day was enough to break the woman all over again. One moment longer, and she would’ve been this close to banning him from the planet. She certainly was capable of such a thing, wasn’t she? Her powers had to be of any use because if not, what was the point in trying?

“I know I failed you.”

Admitting that Stephen Strange was wrong was something entirely new – and unexpected. Never would’ve she thought that this man could be capable of such things as self-reflection. And that was why she perked up at that, barely visible, but she listened intently to what he had to say.

The sound of a heavy sigh drifted over to where she sat on the aged wood of the landing stage, and she closed the dark eyes she had in common with her brother (who most definitely stood behind one of the lake-facing windows to observe the scene unfold).

“I failed you in the worst way possible, and I… I am sorry. I’m… I… You…” He stammered tremendously before stopping himself from taking a shaky breath. “I’m not whole when you’re not there. I’m incomplete without you by my side, not capable of doing my duties or even breathing without feeling like I have to choke on the oxygen surrounding me and filling my lungs. I… I can’t bear a life without you in it, and I feel more guilty than I could ever put into words because I never was good with those. You always found the right things to say, the right things to do, and to save me from me – and my sometimes overbearing ego.” The woman closed her eyes at those confessions, pressing the tips of her fingers against her lips to suppress the sob that tried to escape her body.

A long time had passed since she felt so much at once. So many emotions that actually were hers and not the feelings she had to endure while being awake and connected to the universe. This was human. This was how it was supposed to be. How evolution intended the humans to be.

A feeling, breathing mess.

She felt the Sorcerer’s hands moving over her conjured barrier, and with a soft exhale, she allowed him to move closer – only one step, with the border still intact. But it appeared to her that Stephen noticed the slight movement closer to her, and the woman almost felt the feeling of hope growing inside him once more.

“I am sorry for every word I said that day, for every dagger I rammed inside your heart and probably turned it in their wounds. I am sorry I destroyed your hope, and that I did not think about the possibility that you had needed a hand reaching out to you. I am so sorry, my love. If I could, I would use the Time Stone to undo the day I lost my best friend, my hold in this world, the love of my life. Fuck.”

Now she felt the teardrops rolling over the barrier as if they fell onto her cheeks and graced her skin. But then, the Stark realized that her own salty tears escaped her eyes and rolled silently down her skin. Everything hurt so much more if one was facing the past instead of running away and trying to never look back. But she was stupid to believe for only a second that she could leave Stephen back in the past because, shit, she loved this man more than her own life. She loved him so much that she would have willingly sacrificed herself if it meant that he could live after losing five entire years.

The woman prepared herself to get up, turn around, and face the man she loved and lost on the path life had foreseen for her, but the sound of steps, produced by tiny feet skipping over the wood’s ground, let her pause before even tighten a muscle. Morgan appeared beside Stephen, and the tall man looked down on the tiny human in utter surprise. Instead of running against a wall like he did only moments ago, she jumped from one side of the landing stage to the other before stopping next to her aunt.

“Daddy said I have to rescue you,” her small voice announced proudly because she had accomplished the task successfully. The Stark woman smiled up to her niece and pushed a strand of hair out of the small face. How she adored the little girl in front of her… Morgan clinged herself onto the woman, and with her little monkey securely tucked at her side, she rose onto both feet. “You rescued me. Thanks, monkey,” the witch whispered lovingly while kissing her niece’s cheeks and turning around to face Stephen Strange in all his glory.

He looked exhausted like she did as if he barely slept like she did. A good night’s sleep was nothing more than a pleasant memory, and judging by the dark circles under his shining blue eyes, he must’ve lost the ability to sleep in every position and on every surface there was. Sympathy swept through her aching body, even though there still lived rage and anger inside her, but the Stark knew that she would forgive him.

She always did.

Without even the slightest flick of her hand, the thickened atmosphere surrounding her vanished as if it had never been there in the first place. Stephen almost lost his balance entirely before finding it again and taking a small, uncertain step in the direction of the woman of his dreams. Morgan watched the scene intently – just in case her dad wanted to know anything about it. The witch knew how much the girl in her arms loved to play spy. In rare moments like these, she reminded her of Natasha. But she didn’t mind the tiny intruder because her brother would have gotten the information either through his sister directly or through his wife.

“You will never speak to me in that manner again.”

The doctor nodded violently.

“You will never hurt me that way you did back then.”

Again, tears burned in both their eyes while looking at each other, not missing a single expression.

“Never,” Stephen promised, barely above a whisper.

She took a deep, shaky breath and nodded. “Okay.”

He furrowed his brows, unsure of what to do with it. “Okay?” Never had he felt this uncertain about something in his life, but the Stark nodded again and dissipated the worries written all over his face.

“I still will be angry for quite some time because this was unacceptable and cruel and nothing I would ever wish upon another human. You have to deal with it. We have to fix this. But we will because so far, we always found a way to get through obstacles similar to this.” And with that, she adjusted Morgan on her arm and stepped in front of Stephen, holding one hand slowly out for him to reach and take it. He looked dumbfounded, his eyes switching between her eyes and the peace offering that was her hand, but instead of taking it, he stepped even closer. A hand cupped her neck, and his thumb caressed her jaw in slow, soft strokes while leaning down to press a gentle kiss on her temple.

Morgan giggled happily while the Stark closed her eyes and enjoyed his close proximity after such a long time. She took another deep breath to inhale his signature scent she missed more than she could ever express.

“I will make it right, I promise, sweetheart. I will make everything right. Well, I’ll try at least.” It was unusual to hear him correct himself in an instance, and she smiled softly at that. “You’re trying, and that’s all I want or need,” was all she whispered before taking his hand in hers and entangling their fingers together. “Bring me home, Stephen, okay?”

At that moment, Stephen was entirely sure that he had never heard something more beautiful in his life, except for every I love you out of her mouth, maybe. And so, the former Sorcerer Supreme brought his Infinity Witch back to the place they called their home.

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You Deserve To Be Here

Pairing- Stephen Strange x Fem!Sorcerer!Reader, Mention of Wanda Maximoff x Reader(platonic)

Summary: Your crimes against the multiverse and Kamar Taj are pardoned, something Stephen doesn't agree with. Feelings are hurt and confessed.

Warnings: Multiverse of madness spoilers, Enemies to lovers, Angst, Cursing, Mentions of death, Unrequited love, Daddy kink, Unprotected sex, Oral sex(f receiving), Creampie, Praise kink.

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Strange had every right to hate you. You helped Wanda destroy Kamar Taj, murder almost everyone in it, try to take away America's powers and kill the Illuminati. It wasn't entirely your own doing, so thankfully, there weren't any serious repercussions. You were corrupted by the darkhold, Wanda and your desire to be with your family again. With Wanda gone, (you weren't sure whether she was dead or alive), you had to take the blame for her actions. After all, you were trained in the Sanctum and at Kamar Taj, you betrayed them.

"Watch where you're going, no reading and walking in the Sanctum," Strange sneered as you accidentally bumped into him.

"It was an accident and that's a stupid rule," you sneered back.

"Was also allowing Sara to be killed an accident? She was your friend."

Every chance he got, he took a jab at your actions. You already acknowledged your wrongs, what more did he want. You had no energy in you to argue and so you stormed away to your room.

Just like Wanda, you lost everything, the sanctum was all you had but you needed more. She convinced you to help her get America, then she would get you to a universe where your family was alive and you were with Stephen.

Secretly, you craved his validation and his love but you gave up and kept up the front that you hated him just as much as he hated you. He had always hated you, and now more than ever.

Later that night after crying for what felt like hours, you were finally about to leave your room but closed it as soon as you saw Stephen passing by. He quickly noticed that you had been crying. He had only seen you cry one other time before, when he had been snapped back and seeing you in that state hurt him more than the first time.

This time you were crying because of him. You closed the door and sat on the floor, your head leaning against it and waiting for him to pass by. Instead of his footsteps receding, they stopped outside your door and he sat down just as you were, your backs against each other, separated by the thick wood.

You both sat there silently, all that could be heard were the other sorcerers in the Sanctum--the few that hadn't perished.

"You don't deserve to be here. You don't deserve to be here after having so much blood on your hands. You deserve to suffer the same fate 838 Doctor Strange did, the same fate Wanda did," he spat, breaking the silence.

"And you think I don't know that? You think I don't wish I died like Wanda did? Fuck you Strange," you said, your voice cracking.

His jaw clenched, regretting his words and for a second, he contemplated comforting you but he left you behind the door, wallowing in guilt and remorse.

After he left, the waterworks began and when they started, they didn't stop. Deep down, you knew he was right. If it were anyone else Wong would've casted them out. You didn't deserve to be there.

The next morning, you didn't leave your room. Not to train, read books in the library or for food and Stephen noticed. Instead, you opened a portal to a pizza place and bought a box but when it was time to eat, you remembered the Sorcerer's words and lost your appetite. You slept all day, too ashamed and hurt to leave you room to see his face.

The next night, after another day of you isolating yourself, he put his ego aside and walked up to your room and knocked. His sling ring clinked as he did and he waited impatiently.

"Go away Strange," you finally answered.

"I'm not leaving until you open this door," he replied.

"Are you here to tell me that I don't deserve to be here?" you asked.

There was a pause.

"No Y/N. I was wrong for saying that," he sighed.

There was another pause before a click of a lock was heard and the door opened. Even in your depressive state, you still looked as beautiful as ever.

"What do you want?" Your tone was less harsh than it was before.

"You were being reasonable Y/N, in some sick and twisted way, you were. You lost so much, you lost the only family you had ever known and you just wanted to be with them again. To find the happiness you once had. I don't blame you Y/N. Another version of me did the same thing, destroyed the world and stole as much power as he could to get his love back. I was wrong for what I said. You deserve to be here. You deserve happiness," Stephen said.

A tear fell down your cheek at his sincere apology and you gave him a small smile. The first smile you had ever gave him, the first time you weren't butting heads.

"I'm sorry Stephen, I truly am. I've realized that losing my family was an Absolute Point in time, in every single universe, I lost them and I was selfish." Your voice gave out and eventually, you broke out into sobs.

Stephen's arms unexpectedly wrapped around you and he entered the room, kicking the door shut. The cloak of levitation wiped your tears and you gave them another smile.

You slowly let go of each other, silence falling as you stared longingly into each other's eyes.

His eyes averted down to your lips and before you knew it, your lips were locked in an intense kiss.

His large hand cupped your cheek, his sling ring cold against it as he deepened the kiss. It was filled with passion and need. His tongue lightly brushed against yours and he explored your mouth as if he was a starving man.

Pulling away to catch your breaths, his eyes were lust blown and his lips red.

"God, I've always wanted to do that," he admitted.

"Me too," you smiled, rubbing the grey hair at his temples that you had always found weirdly hot.

"Do you want this? Can I..." he trailed off, his cheeks getting red.

You took his shaky hands and placed them under your shirt, giving him the go ahead to tug it off. His breath hitched as your body was left only clad in your thong in front of him.

"You're stunning," he said, flabbergasted, "can I touch you?"

You took his hands and placed them on your soft breasts. He gently kneaded them and flipped you round, pushing you against the door. You shivered as he pressed his lips on your neck, kissing and sucking.

"Stephen, baby," you moaned as he pinched your nipples and continued sucking on your neck.

Your moans were even sweeter than he imagined. No melodious music could compare to it and he swore he could've came right there.

He captured your lips in another kiss, more hungry than the first time. He placed his hands under your ass signaling you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist.

"Mm- bed," you whimpered into the kiss and he eagerly complied, placing you on the bed. He broke this kiss and knelt between your legs. He kissed your clothed pussy, then your inner thighs and bit them.

"Lift your hips sweetheart," he whispered, tugging at your underwear. You lifted your hips and he threw the piece of fabric to the side.

"Fuck," he muttered lowly. You were absolutely drenched for him, your juices practically dripping on the clean sheets.

"Is this all for me?" he asked, scooping the wetness onto his finger and swiping across your clit.

"All for you daddy," you moaned.

His eyes darkened with lust even more at the title, practically black compared to his normal blue hues. He brought his fingers to your lips and you gladly sucked them off, humming at your sweet taste. You always thought he was daddy material.

He spread your legs and with his eyes on yours, licked from your entrance to your clit. A wave of pleasure coursed through your body and your hands went to his hair, holding onto it as he devoured you. He focused on your clit, taking the bundle of nerves into his mouth and sucking. He flicked it with his tongue, your breathy and high pitched moans encouraging him.

He sucked your inner thighs that were smeared with your wetness then teased your hole with his tongue before slipping his tongue inside.

"Daddy, fuck, just like that. Please," you cried.

Your pussy spasmed around his tongue and before you could give him a heads up, you squirted into his mouth. He lapped up all your juices, sucking as if you were his favourite drink.

You slid off the bed and went on your knees as he shed his robes onto the floor.

"No princess, it's about you tonight, yeah? Forget about me," he smiled, his hand rubbing your cheek.

He lifted you up and gently threw you onto the bed, causing you to giggle. It was just then that you took notice of his large, hard, leaking cock. You'd never been with someone as large as him and you were a bit skeptical he would fit.

"I'll fit darling, don't sweat," he smirked cockily.

You sat up and scooped your juices into your hand then slowly pumped his cock. He threw his head back as your small hand gripped and stroked his cock before you were satisfied he was lubed up enough.

He hovered over your naked body and planted kisses on your forehead, nose and lips before lining the tip with your dripping hole.

"Are you ready? It's not too late to stop, I completely understand if you don't want to go through with this," he whispered, taking your hand.

Truth is, he was terrified you had come to your senses and remembered your hatred for him.

"I want to baby," you smiled and kissed his sling ring.

You squeezed his hand a little as he slowly entered your warm pussy. He felt like he had died and gone to Heaven. Your eyes shut as the pleasure overtook you, his cock going deeper and deeper until he couldn't fit. He bottomed out and teased your clit with his tip and collected your wetness before slipping back into your pussy.

"So perfect, so good," he moaned into your ear.

"Daddy," you moaned.

Hearing you moan and finally adjust to his size, he couldn't help but drive into you harder. He was supposed to meet Wong earlier but he completely forgot, only thinking of the way your tight pussy was squeezing his cock.

As he thrusted into you, his lips brushing on yours, you could feel that familiar feeling building inside you. The breathy moan he let out in your ear did it for you, and your orgasm shot through you causing you to whimper and jolt under him.

"Good girl. Such a good girl for me. You're even more beautiful when you cum," he said, kissing your forehead.

Two orgasms in and you were already exhausted and your legs were jelly.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head feeling your warm juices coat his cock and he hardened even more inside you.

Your eyes fluttered shut, feeling his thrusts grow sloppier and more frantic.

"Eyes on me pretty girl." You opened your eyes, your lips parted as his cock brushed against your cervix over and over.

He pressed down on your clit with his thumb as he thrusted harshly, your body jolting upwards. Before you knew it, you could feel heat pool in your lower belly and you wrapped your legs around the Sorcerer.

"Daddy, gonna cum," you sobbed into his ear.

"Cum for daddy then princess, keep your eyes open and soak daddy's cock," he growled.

At his command, you rolled your hips, meeting his thrusts and came on his cock. The intense orgasm had you clawing his muscular back, leaving long red lines. He groaned at the stinging but pleasurable feeling.

The feeling of your juices once again coating his length made his third eye open and you stared up at it in awe as it stared back at you.

''You're so submissive for me," he smirked.

He rolled his hips slowly, savoring your warm wetness before he let his seed spurt into you and paint your walls white, all three of his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

"Fucking hell," he breathed as his cum filled you to the brim. You milked him dry, your pussy squeezing him as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

As soon as his load was emptied inside you, he collapsed on the bed and pulled you closer. He kissed your temple, then your forehead as you snuggled close to him and laid your head on his chest.

"That was amazing princess.. and I'm sorry for how I've treated you. You never deserved that, I was an asshole," he said.

"I'm sorry too, for everything," you replied, feeling a bit of shame at your actions.

All he did was hug you tight and pull you close and for the first time in years, you felt genuine happiness.

"You're everything to me Y/N, everything."

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lightmeuplivly · 2 years

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Face your Fears

stephen strange x fem!reader

summary: after coming back from the multiverse he writes you a letter telling you everything you need to know...

word count: 1.5k

warnings: implied smut but no smut, mentions of murder

When Stephen returned to his universe he couldn’t stop thinking about what his sinister self said. About how he murdered multiple of his variants because they weren't with you. Stephen couldn’t help but think that if this whole multiversal adventure didn’t happen would he have been next. When Stephen was in universe 838 with America, you were with Wong and Wanda at wandagore. It was bitter to see your once friend become a villain. But in the end she was a hero for destroying the Darkhold in every universe. When America opened a portal to get you and Wong back to Karma-taj she then opened a portal to the universe that Stephen was in. When you saw him you immediately ran and hugged him. The impact almost made him fall back but once he regained his balance he picked you up so your legs wrapped around his waist. With a broken voice you whispered in his ear, “ I missed you so much”. Stephen was your best friend if anything happened to him you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. “ I wasn’t even gone for that long” he said with a raspy deep voice that made him sound sexy as ever. Wait Y/N you can’t think like that he’s your best friend. “ Shut up and let me hug you” you closed your eyes and tightened your legs around his waist. You held each other for another minute before America cleared her throat “Maybe you guys should change before you go at it.”, you blushed as Stephen let you down to stand on your own.

You decided to stay at Karma-taj a little bit before you went back to the New York sanctum. You wanted to teach America some skills and you just needed a break from the city and maybe your best friend. You were in the library at around eleven at night when Wong walked in.

“You should rest, Y/n. You’ve been through alot in the past week.” you loved how Wrong was so caring but right now you just wanted to be distracted by something.

“Wong, it’s fine, I'm fine.” that came out a little bit harsher than intended but you really didn’t want to talk to him.

“Is this about Stephen?” Why does he have to be so good at reading people?

You rolled your eyes “ Why would this be about Stephen?”

“Because it’s obvious you both have feelings for each other.” your eyes widened.

“Wong, I do not have feelings for Stephen.” That was a big fat lie but you wouldn't let it show.

“Y/N did you see the way you held each other when he came back? It’s obvious that there are feelings between you two. So why don't you just admit it?” he said sternly which made your feelings burst.

“BECAUSE I’M SCARED.” you said in a raised voice.

“I’m scared that if I tell him how I really feel that he’ll reject me and all that happiness that I felt with him will never come back.” you said on the verge of tears.

Wong walked over to you and kneeled in front of your chair to hug you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and started to cry on his shoulder. Wong knew of all the heartbreak that you have been through. He also knew that anytime you were around Stephen you were the happiest he’s ever seen you.

After a few minutes your tears stopped and you let go of Wong. You wiped your face when you saw another figure at the door. It was America. You opened your arms so she could hug you too. After you let go of America you all stood up.

“Face your fears, Y/N Y/L/N.” Wong said.

You nodded your head and walked out of the library to go to your temporary bedroom.

The next day you took Wong's advice and decided to face your fears. You didn’t have much at Karma-taj so you didn’t have to pack much. After you said your goodbyes to Wong and America you opened a portal to the New York sanctum. It was silent when you walked it so you decided to go looking for Stephen.

“Stephen? Are you here?” no response.

“Stephen?” you said louder still no response.

Maybe he just wasn’t at home right now. You went upstairs to your room and saw it was just the way you left it, you dropped your bag down on the floor and jumped on your bed. Then you saw something you haven’t seen before. There was an envelope on your nightstand. You picked up the envelope and you saw it had your name on it. It was a little messy but still legible. You were wondering who left this here but then you realized. Stephen wrote this. Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes widened. Why would he write a letter to you? When you opened the envelope your hands trembled a bit. You unfolded the paper and started to read.

Dear, Y/N

I’m writing this to tell you how I feel because I would never have the strength to say it to your face. You're currently at Karma-taj helping America with her skills. And I am here sitting in your room writing this letter. When I went across the multiverse there was this variant of me who killed other variants of me because I wasn’t with you. And couldn’t help but think that I could’ve been his next target. So what I’m trying to say is that I love you. Since the day I met you I knew you would rock my world. You're always so selfless and kind even when you don’t need to be. You give me butterflies when you laugh. The happiness I feel when I am with you is the best feeling in the world. The way I held you when I got back to Karma-taj is the way I want to hold you for the rest of my life. I wake up in the morning for you, I fight mystical battles everyday for you, and I live everyday for you. I know that you will probably never feel the same way or see this letter but it feels good to write all my feelings down. Anyway, I love you, Y/N Y/L/N and I love you in every universe.

S.S

You were balling when you finished the letter. You had no idea you made that much of an impact on his life. You put the letter back down on your night stand. You stood from your bed and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. You wondered where he was. You didn’t even know what you were going to do when he got back. Maybe you should make a plan.

“Hey Stephen, I came back early from Karma-taj and read your letter. Yeah and I wanted to say I’m in love with you too. No that’s stupid.” you said to yourself quietly. Your heart dropped when you heard a portal open. ‘Face your fears Y/N Y/L/N’. You kept replaying what Wong said in your head.

You walked out of the kitchen to the sound of the portal. You walked into the foyer to see Stephen holding paper brown bags which were filled with groceries. He was startled when he saw you almost dropping the groceries.

“Hey, Y/N I didn’t know you would be back-”

“I READ YOUR LETTER” you blurt out not letting him finish his sentence.

His smile dropped. He suddenly couldn’t breathe. He totally forgot he wrote that in your room and left it on your nightstand. He was supposed to get that letter out of your room before you came back. But this is what he gets for being stupid. He set the bags down on the floor, beginning to explain.

“Y/N, I am so sorr-”

“Stepheniloveyoutoo” you said quickly and closed your eyes tightly.

“What?”

You opened your eyes and let out a breath “Stephen I’m in love with you too”

His eyes widened. Was he hearing right? You could tell he was shocked which made you giggle a little.

“Oh, umm, yeah, thank you.” thank you? He just sounded like a total idiot. You smiled. You ran and jumped on him so your arms were wrapped around his neck and legs wrapped around his middle.

“Yeah, you’re welcome” you said while smiling. Your face was millimeters from his. Your hands came up to cup his cheeks while his were under your thighs . You saw every wrinkle and pore on his face. He was so beautiful. You both started to lean when your lips brushed against each other. The kiss was soft and sweet. You felt like you were in heaven. After making out a little his hands moved a little higher to your ass.

You gasped “ Stephen!”

“What? I can’t touch the love of my life?” he said smugly.

You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Let me show you how much I love you,” he said with adoration in his eyes. You nodded and let him carry you all the way up the stairs to his room.

Hours later you both laid in his bed with your head on his bare chest.

“Hey, Stephen”

“Yeah, baby”

“I love you” “I love you too”

“And I love you in every universe”

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arkytiorwrites · 1 year

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Day 4: good 4 u

Supreme Strange x Male Reader

I am SO sorry this is late, my sweet duckies. It’s finals and I am dying, but I will make it up to you today, scouts honor.

Stepping up to the mic of the small club, Y/N spoke, "Is this thing on? Testing, testing. Your mom’s a slut and so is your gal."

There was a roar of outraged laughter at that, causing the musician to grin mischievously.

"Sorry couldn't resist. And I’m kiddin’, boys. Gayer than a unicorn shitting rainbows at a Pride Parade, I'm afraid,” he admitted as he sent a flirty wink to the men seated right in front of him. "So, how is everyone tonight? Obviously, not well, considering the fact you're here rather than literally anywhere else.”

Waiting for the laughter to die down, Y/N double checked that his electric guitar was properly tuned.

“Honestly. Same. I've been havin' the shittiest month I've had in years and that's saying something. Especially when you take into consideration barely scraping by to get into college after your homophobic assholes of parents kick your cute ass to the curb."

There were groans and tuts of sympathy.

“Yeah, my boyfriend broke up with me. In the worst way imaginable. And no, I don't mean over text, although he might as well have. You know what the asshole did?"

…

“Steph! Baby I'm back!" Y/N yelled as he slammed the door shut with his foot. He came into the front room of the tiny apartment he shared with his boyfriend of three years, Stephen Strange, a med student who was hellbent on becoming a neurosurgeon at any cost. What Y/N stumbled upon made him wish he'd paid more attention to that little red flag.

Stephen's lab partner, Christine Palmer was hurriedly readjusting her shirt, while Stephen calmly sat there with lipstick all over his mouth and his shirt half undone.

"What the actual fuck, Strange! " Y/N yelled as he dropped the groceries.

“We're over, Y/N,” the other stated coldly.

“I'm sorry. I just violently hallucinated. What?"

"I said, we're over. It was fun, but I've lost interest,” Stephen said, face void of any emotion.

...

The crowd bellowed their displeasure.

“Right? Jesus Christ, what a prick. So, I figured I'd perform a little something for you all. Get it off my chest,” Jack explained. “Stephen Strange, I'd say kiss my ass, but I wouldn't let you touch you with a thirty- nine-and-a-half-foot pole. This is for you, asshole.”

With a middle finger thrown high in the air, Y/N began to play his pain.

"Well good for you, I guess you moved on really easily

You found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks

Remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world?

(Ah-ah-ah-ah)

And good for you, I guess that you've been working on yourself

I guess that therapist I found for you, she really helped

Now you can be a better man for your brand new girl.”

…

"Hey babe, how was class?" Y/N asked as he looked up from his textbook at the sound of Stephen coming home.

“Horrible,” the med student groaned. Collapsing onto the couch with his head on Y/N's lap, he wrapped his arms around the artist’s waist and started to trace abstract shapes on his hip.

"Poor thing," he cooed, combing his fingers through Stephen's thick, dark hair.

“Love you, starlight,” Stephen murmured.

…

"Well good for you, you look happy and heathy

Not me, if you ever cared to ask

Good for you

You're doing great out there without me, baby

God, I wish that I could do that

I've lost my mind

I've spent the night cryin' on the floor of my bathroom

But you're so unaffected, I really don't get it

But I guess good for you."

As Y/N sang, angry, bitter tears began to trail down his cheeks.

What had he done wrong? Why had Stephen been so damn cold? Where had they gone wrong? He had thought they were happy, Stephen had acted so happy. What the fuck was with the sudden one-eighty? Nothing made any sense anymore.

"Well good for you, I guess you're getting everything you want

You bought a new car and your career’s really taking off

It's like we never even happened, baby

What the fuck is up with that?

And good for you, it's like you never even met me

Remember when you swore to God I was the only

Person who ever got you?

Well, screw that, and screw you

You will never have to hurt the way you know that I do!"

…

"I swear to God, everyone in that class is an idiot," Stephen snarled as he stormed out of his advanced biology class.

Y/N chased after him with his skateboard in hand, hoping to placate the other before he got to his next class.

"Or, maybe you just need to move to a higher class?" Y/N suggested, wrapping an arm around the taller man's waist and nuzzling into his shoulder.

Freezing in the middle of the hallway, Stephen mulled over his words.

"You're a genius, sweetheart,” he announced, dropping a kiss on top of his head. "I'll see you at home, I’m gonna be late. Love you!"

“Love you too!”

…

"Well good for you, you look happy and healthy

Not me, if you ever cared to ask

Good for you

You're doing great out there without me, baby

God I wish I could do that

I've lost my mind

I've spent the night cryin’ on the floor of my bathroom

But you're so un affected, I really don't get it

But I guess good for you!"

…

Shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. Y/N knocked on the door of his once apartment, wishing he was anywhere but here. Christine answered, and she looked startled.

“Oh. Um, Y/N. Hi," she greeted awkwardly.

"Stuff the small talk, Palmer. I'm just here for my shit," he snarled frigidly, pushing past the redhead and heading towards the bedroom.

Tears pricked his eyes for the umpteenth time that week when he saw every last one of his possessions had been packed into boxes and were clearly waiting for him to take them.

“He really couldn't wait to get rid of me,” Y/N thought, heart breaking all over again.

"Um I can help you carry your things. If you'd like?” Christine offered softly from the doorway.

"It's fine, I can carry it in one trip. You won't have to see me again.”

…

“Maybe I'm too emotional

But your apathy is like a wound in salt

Maybe I’m too emotional

Or maybe you never cared at all

Maybe I'm too emotional

Your apathy is like a wound in salt

Maybe I’m too emotional

Maybe you never caved at all!"

Y/N never felt more liberated as he told the whole club about his pain and heartache. Yeah, leaving Columbia after fighting so hard to get in sucked like a bitch, but he would be able to start again. He wouldn't have been able to with the constant threat of running into Stephen.

"Well , good for you, you look happy and healthy

Not me, if you ever cared to ask

Good for you, you're doing great out there without me, baby

Like a damn sociopath!

I’ve lost my mind,

I’ve spent the night cryin’ on the floor of my bathroom

But you're so unaffected, I really don't get it

But I guess good for you!

Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily.”

Y/N grinned as he reveled in the screams of approval from the crowd.

Things were gonna be okay.

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geeky-politics-46 · 2 years

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So I was playing with my phone while watching Bob's Burgers last night, & I made a thing... because I love them all.

Inspired by Tina's song at the end of Season 9 Episode 1 "Just One of the Boys 4 Now for Now".

@ironstrange1991 @strangelockd @wint3r-h3art @ppatricia34me @mydearestalmira @yourmajesty13 @sanctumsanctorumshenanigans I feel like you guys will appreciate this. May add more tags later but I feel lazy right now.

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strange-dreams-are-made-of-these · 2 years

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Why Don’t You Run From Me

F!READER X STEPHEN STRANGE, VARIANTF!READERXSINISTER!STRANGE

Word Count: 2,702

Disclaimer: I do not own the gif that is used, i found it on google. I do not own any of the Marvel characters mentioned or their plots.

Warnings: Death (falling from height), Stockholm syndrome (?), DSMOM Spoilers, Fluff, Implied Smut

Summery: Stephen was searching for help from one of his other self's in the multiverse, but seeing a variant of you makes him realize how bad he has been to you

A/N: Hello everybody! Consider this a 20 followers gift! I have been wanting to try to write something with Sinister Strange, so i hope you like this.

Stephen had landed in a new world, a different universe. He lost count of how many he had traveled through with America. He had lost her on his way to this universe, having Christine from 838 as his only companion now. They landed in the same alley as he did in Christine's universe, wondering if that was a common occurrence when it came to universe jumping. Stephen had turned around, making sure Christine had been fine, seeing her emptying her stomach in a trash can she had found. Once finished, they both rushed through the alleyway, seeing their surroundings. The buildings were crumbling and disappearing, cars were seen floating in the air towards a light blue cloud swirling in the distance. Stephen and Christine did not see anybody in the cars or on the sidewalks of New York City.

There had been one building in the distance standing still, though the edges of it were slowly deteriorating. Stephen stood at the gates, looking up to the large window. It was the Sanctum Santorum, and whatever was responsible for this crumbling world was going to be inside. Stephen made eye contact with the man standing at the window, his arms were clasped behind him as he paced from the window to the side, right out of his view. "You should stay here." He wasn't asking Christine to stay out of the building, he was telling her.

There wasn't much of a fight on her end, she easily agreed. She didn't feel the best in this world, it was dying. "Get what you need and get out. This universe is on the brink of an Incursion."

"Yeah, I got the feeling."

Stephen walked towards the doors. They opened up on their own, revealing an unusual sight. The stairs he once knew were incredibly long, reaching up to the sky. The floor was a beach, waves hitting the sand surrounding the stairs. The sounds of the crashing waves were the last thing Christine heard before the doors closed. Stephen didn't bother to turn around, only walking up the stairs. He knew that if whoever was in this building wanted to kill him, they would have already by now. All he could do was look forward, inwardly fighting his nerves that screamed at him to run. He couldn't run now, he needed to find the Darkhold in this universe, it was his only hope to save America and get home.

Stephen had made it up the stairs, entering a very large room. One side of the room was open and exposed to the blue, swirling mass that was consuming everything in the world. The room had a large collection of musical instruments, books, tables, and candles. Lots of candles.

A pair of footsteps could be heard walking down a staircase, a hand gripping the railing. Stephen turned around, seeing a man walking down the stairs. The other man had looked at the newcomer, wondering exactly how he entered his universe. He did not detect magic entering the atmosphere, so he could not have crashed and landed in the streets below them. "How the tables have turned." he mocked. Stephen looked at the man, seeing it was another version of himself. He looked different, not appearing like Stephen himself. His eyes were like coal, cool and dark. His beard was slightly disheveled, sporting a slightly grown-out goatee. His face was wrinkled around his eyes and forehead. "Tell me something that only I- well... we would know. Just so I know it's not a trick or somebody deceiving me."

Stephen paused for a few moments, wondering what type of trick would be so sadistic to make the other man think he was there to screw with him. His vocal tone changed, feeling somber on the memory he was going to tell his other-self. "Donna. She was our sister." he started.

The other man nodded, leaving the landing of the stairs, his hands resting behind his back. "Go on."

Stephen knew he could not waste any time, but this was how he earned his trust here. "We were out on some ice, the pond near our house froze over when we were kids. She had walked around on it, before.." Stephen took in a breath, recounting one of his most dark memories. There was a reason he didn't tell anybody about her. "She fell through the ice and was trapped. I-We. We couldn't save her, and she drowned."

The other Stephen had been walking around the room, touching the items on the desks, then walking over to the Window of the Worlds. He brought his hand up, stretching his fingers out before bringing them together at the tip of his thumb, twisting his wrist before turning around to face his other-self. "So, tell me, what has brought you here. You have come to my universe, and it looks as though you are in desperate need of my help."

Stephen couldn't believe how cold his other self had been. It had been years since he spoke about his sister, and not even Wong knew about her. Though he was sure that if he wasted any more time, Wanda would get what she wanted from America and Stephen would be doomed to be away from his home forever. "What do you know about the Darkhold?"

The other Stephen grinned, his eyes were menacing. He knew that the two of them were not alone. A lone silhouette of a woman came walking up behind Stephen. She brushed her shoulder past him, walking up to the sinister man standing at the window. "Stephen, why did you leave me? I thought we were going to be taking our time." She asked him, walking behind her Stephen. She draped one arm over his shoulder, her hand on his chest, the other under his arm, holding him near to her. That was when her eyes caught the cool irises of the man who looked just like her man. A sly smirk spread on her face, her head tilting to the side. "Had I known we had decent company coming over, I would have cleaned up a little. I know we have a leak downstairs."

Stephen looked at the woman. It was Y/n, well, a different version. Your hair was longer, your skin being a shade or two paler. Maybe that was due to the lack of sun, or how the world felt as if it was caught in an almost grey filter. You were not like this in his world, not hanging off of him like this.

"It won't be for long, my dear. It seems our guest has lost the ability to speak." Sinister spoke, his arm wrapping behind the woman standing next to him. "You will have my attention soon."

The woman had pouted her lip looking at Stephen, her face leaning against Sinister's arm. "Tell me, who is the other me in your Universe?" She asked him. This brought a dark rumble from Sinister's diaphragm.

Stephen looked at you, almost in disbelief of who he was looking at. "Well, you are mad at me. We haven't spoken in weeks."

"Does it have to do with that pretty little redhead outside?" You had seen her and watched as they approached the Sanctum, your safe haven with Sinister. Stephen nodded, not wanting to elaborate on the details. "In another universe, I'm still the second choice." You whispered before pressing your lips to the sleeve of your lover's shirt.

Sinister tightened his hold around you, looking down and over at you. "In my universe, you are my first choice."

You looked up at him, venom in your eyes. "After how many attempts to bring her back?"

He narrowed his eyes at you before looking over to his other self. "You can give them the world, gift them everything they could ask for, shower them with love and affection; and they can still be selfish."

You let go of Sinister, his hold loosening around you. You pulled the black silk robe around you tighter, your bare feet colliding with the ground below you as you walked towards a seat. "Tell me, Stephen. Has your precious Christine Palmer sacrificed her life for you? Has she given everything up in her life for your benefit? Did she change her entire lifestyle to fit with yours, just so you could recognize her?"

Stephen looked from his sinister counterpart to you. With every question, he shook his head. "I have noticed you. My you. My Y/n wouldn't change herself for me-"

You laughed, picking up a knick-knack from the table, your legs were crossed as they rested on the arm of the chair. "Are you sure about that?" There were things you knew about him, and about yourself. "I'm willing to bet she has. You are too full of yourself to notice it. You all have been, always will be."

"Us all?" Stephen asked.

Sinister took a few steps forward, a hand over the Darkhold that was chained to his belt. "You think that you were the only one or ruin your chance with Christine? Y/n?" he asked, grinning now as he took a step forward. "You look like most of them. You are just here to play your part, save the girl, be praised for your work as The Doctor Strange."

"You see Stephen," You stook up, setting the item back down on the desk. "My you went crazy after losing the redheaded princess forever. It was his fault that she died here. It was his fault that she lost her life, and he could not live with that on his conscious."

"Then, it came to me," Sinister spoke, taking another step forward. "If I couldn't bring her back or rewind time to save her, then why should I be the only one who suffers from this pain?" His hand rested on the book again. "It was so easy to kill you, over and over again!" He seemed to be thrilled about this confession, having admitted to Stephen he would go around and kill the Stephen Strange's from different universes. "Why should they live happy lives with Christine, if I couldn't."

You waltz back over to your Sinister, your hand reaching out to touch his shoulder. You walked behind him, then appeared on his other side. "He grew bored of the cat and mouse games. You see what he has created outside the window there. I was the only one who didn't disappear. I made him stop going to other universes. Why suffer in silence, when we can suffer together?"

Stephen looked between the two of you. He knew that you were both evil. He needed the Darkhold, he had wasted enough time. "I need to use the Darkhold. I need to save my universe before a rogue soccer mom of a witch destroys it."

Sinister's hold on the book grew tighter, his feet firmly planted on the floor below him. "Things just got out of hand" he grinned, cold and malice seeping through his pores.

You felt the tension growing between the two. You stepped to the side right before they began to fight. Your Strange's purple magic was stronger than the other's magic. You thought the fight would be easy, as they all had been in the past. This thinking was deadly. Doing your best to stay away from the fighting, you slipped up, getting caught between the piano and a window. Your Stephen had used his magic to try and bind the other Stephen. The other Stephen deflected it, his orange magic bursting around him. It caused a blast of wind to move the piano, sending you and the piano flying out of the window. You watched in horror as the piano was falling above you, falling from the top floor of the Sanctum. You closed your eyes, using the last split second you had to accept your fate.

You woke up, breathing heavily as you sat up in your bed. You turned to the clock next to your bed, it was three in the morning. You could not understand your dream, but it felt so real. Stephen was there, but so was his evil twin. At least that was what you thought of him. It was so realistic to you, it was almost scary.

You reached over to your bedside, grabbing your phone from the charger. You needed to speak to him. Neither of you had spoken in the past couple of weeks. You had some unread text messages from Stephen, something you wished you had been better about. You pulled up the text messages, your breathing finally slowing down. Message after message asking to meet you for coffee, inviting you as a plus one for Doctor Palmer's wedding. You felt bad for not responding to him, but you had felt that your emotions were not valid to him, almost feeling invisible.

You didn't want to go back to sleep, you were too scared to. You sent him a text message, asking him to meet with him. Maybe you had taken this too far. You set your phone down next to you in the bed, looking up at the ceiling. All you could picture was the piano coming towards your face.

Later that morning as you were sitting on the couch in your studio apartment, your phone rang the notification ringtone. You picked it up, seeing Stephen return your text. He asked if he could come over, using the Vulcan salute emoji. When he used this emoji, he knew he was asking if he could make a portal. You stood up, making sure everything was clear before sending him a thumbs-up emoji. A minute passed before the sound of the portal was heard. You watched as he walked through, looking beat up around the edges.

You were still mad, though you were mad at yourself the most. After the portal closed, you walked up to him, reaching your arms out before wrapping them around his shoulders, hugging him. "I had this awful dream. You were there, and this evil you were there. And I was there. Something happened, and I fell out of the window and..." You took in a breath, the smell of his cologne filling your nostrils. "It felt so real."

Stephen held you in his arms, feeling tired from all the fighting he had done. He wasn't even sure what day it was, or how much time had passed between jumping between universes. He could sense that you were scared, and he didn't want to scare you anymore right now. "It's alright," he whispered to you. "I need to apologize to you."

This brought confusion to you, making you pull away from him a little, still holding his frame between your arms. "What happened to you?" You asked him.

he shook his head. "Y/n, I haven't been that fair to you recently. I need you to know how much you mean to me." He may not have liked how you looked in the other universe, but he knew that the two of you were very similar. If the other you felt unappreciated in her universe, he had a feeling you did too.

You shook your head, standing up on your tip toes. "Do you want to lay down? You look tired." Stephen nodded, slowly letting go of you with one of his arms. The other was draped over your shoulder, your arms shifted from being wrapped around his shoulders to being around his waist.

The two of you walked over to your bed just a few feet away from where you stood. You both climbed into your bed, though you grew concerned for him. Your fingertips threatened to touch the wound on his cheek, but his hand grabbed yours. "Can you lay here with me?" He wanted to be near you, wanting to recover in your company.

You nodded, agreeing to join him. The two of you laid in your bed, his arms instinctively wrapping around you. Your face was almost pressed right against his chest as the two of you settled into each other's arms. Maybe what you needed most was to reconnect with him, bringing everything back to the basics.

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Rough Path to Memory Square (Doctor Strange x Reader [Earth-838])

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Summary:

You - Earth-838 Sorcerer Supreme's apprentice, now living under Mordo's wing, which you don't like.

Former Supreme Strange's lover and a gifted sorceress, drowning in her own despair, still not over Strange's death.

Will your own feeling get in the way? Will you open your heart for Doctor Strange again?

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Chapter 16: Rock Me Amadeus

"Wong!" Stephen shouts a moment later. No one answers. "Come, I think he's inside."

You walk after him, watching his stoic figure walk confidently. No one pays attention to you at all, and that somehow doesn't make you feel out of place. You both step inside and are greeted by the fierce voice giving orders.

"No, no, bring this to the basement! To the one on the left." Wong shouts.

"Wong." Stephen greets.

"Strange." Wong says back, sort of expecting something but as nothing happens, he turns his attention to you. "And this is?"

"Y/l/n. Y/n y/l/n."

"Sorcerer Supreme, Wong." he says, and you bow to him, paying your respects. He nods to you and then raises an eyebrow at Strange. The latter just rolls his eyes.

"Miss Y/l/n, I was hoping to see you earlier. Strange and Miss Chavez told me about your courage and achievements. Thank you."

"Oh, I did what anyone in my place would do. I would've come here earlier, as this is my last day here, but Stephen wanted me to rest the night." you pat your bandaged side, smiling, "patched me up real good."

"How's America?" Stephen asks, trying to hide his little blush. The patching up part this morning was a bit awkward.

"She's good, now almost recovered. It's truly magnificent how quickly her wounds are healing. This morning, she asked me to teach her the Mystic Arts. There she is, actually." Wong says with a smile, pointing to a little figure in the back, swimming in the sea of grey robes. She's also doing circles and other forms, not succeeding yet, but pretty determined. "Reminds me of someone." Wong mutters, looking at Strange. You watch the encounter between the two men and understand that their bond is deep. A sudden wave of sadness floods over you, but you hold your head up, putting your hands into the pockets of Stephen's jacket. You really miss the days when you used to hang out with Leta after practice.

You leave the two men talking and make your way to the girl and hear her muttering, "How is this so much harder than a Multiversal portal?"

"Hey, Miss Chavez." you say and see how America's eyes light up upon noticing your arrival.

"Y/n, oh God!" she runs towards you and crushes you in a bear hug. An "ow" escapes you from the sudden impact, and you hug the little figure back tightly, in order not to fall on your ass. A hand on your back steadies you and girl, and you see Strange, now in his robes again.

"Careful, she's still hurt." he says in a serious tone, but the smile on his face shows that he's not angry.

"Oh, sorry, sorry." America quickly let's go of your waist, but you bring her into a side hug, placing your hand on her shoulder.

"How you're doing? A full sorceress already?" you ask and slightly fix the collar of her robes.

"No, just started. Although Master Wong is an incredible teacher, I still can't seem to grasp the 'believing' part. Made some sparks though!" her face quickly lights up again. She's a pure soul.

"That's amazing." you and Strange both say at the same time, and America giggles.

"Your moms would be proud. I hope you'll get to show them one day." Stephen says with a soft expression on his face.

America almost tears up. Strange is about to go back inside when America calls his name, "Stephen? I'm glad I fell into your universe."

"So am I, kid. So am I." he answers, getting a bear hug from the girl as well. You look around, feeling like you're at home, like this is the place where you belong. A tug on your sleeve gets you out of your thoughts and Strange shows to go inside with the swing of head.

"See you tomorrow morning, Miss Chavez." you smile, getting a little emotional upon thinking about your departure.

"Bye, y/n!" America shouts, now back in her previous spot, making hand circles again.

You see Strange waiting for you a couple of feet away and hurry a little. On the steps, Wong is still watching students train, but you see in his eyes that he perceived more than you think from the little reunion.

You and Strange walk up to him again, and you bow your head again, this time noticing that Strange is doing the same. Wong bows back a little and a big smile lights up his face.

"You need any help while I'm still here?" you ask.

"No, I think we can manage this ourselves now. Go, have a rest, see you in the morning, Miss y/l/n." Wong answers and leaves the two of you standing on the stairs.

"Wanna go look around?" Strange offers suddenly.

"I thought I was supposed to rest tonight." you say with a mischievous smile.

"I'm sure you're quite alright now, Miss."

"Seeing right through me, huh?" you say and take off his jacket. "I'm sure this magnificent jacket with pockets for tea leaves belongs to you, Doctor."

"Why, thank you, glad it kept you warm." he takes the jacket in the right arm, offering you his left one.

You eye him for a moment before changing back into your blue robes and gladly accept the offer. Elbow to elbow, you both walk through the long corridor of Kamar-Taj.

"I wonder if my old room looked the same in this universe." you say silently, footsteps in sync.

"Wanna check?"

"I mean if it's okay." you mutter in thought.

You walk to the wing where a row of bedrooms is. Almost at the end of the corridor, you stop. "This one. This was my shelter when I needed it the most." you slowly touch the doors, Strange knocks loudly.

"What are you doing?"

"Checking if anyone lives here." After no one answers, he opens the door. The room is empty, waiting for someone to occupy it. "Oh, see, empty."

You step inside. The room feels so empty not because no one lives there, but because all your things are missing. Of course, in your universe the room is empty too, but still. You sit at the end of the bed. Strange closes the door and awkwardly sits next to you.

"There, on the table," you point to an empty area, "I used to have a bouquet of magical roses. My Stephen made them and always gave me one before taking me on a date or sneaking into my room." An image of you two standing in the middle of the room, finding shelter in each other's embrace, rises before your eyes. Strange looks at you like you're the prettiest woman on Earth. Hell, whole Multiverse.

"What brought you to Kamar-Taj?" he asks, voice just above the whisper.

"My mother's death. Although I knew that she didn't have much left, as she had lung cancer, but it destroyed me. I couldn't bare living with my dad anymore, as he was always blaming himself for her death. It was not the best decision to leave him in that state of grief, but I just couldn't think of the other way. Then I set out to find my happiness, and a guy on the street told me about this magical place, that heals not only body, but soul too."

"Oh. I'm so sorry, y/n."

"It's alright, forget about it. I think your story of becoming a sorcerer is similar to the story I already know." you say.

"Hand accident? Yeah." he mutters. You just nod. A moment later, he puts his hand on yours, the second time today. This time, your own hand was resting in your lap. So the contact became quite intimate soon. You look at the hands for a moment and then interlock your fingers with his, slightly squeezing.

"I want to do something crazy." he says after a moment of staring at the empty table in the corner.

"Like what?" you ask, lifting your head. The room fills in with the last warm rays of sunshine, illuminating his face. He looks like he was sculpted by the gods.

"Like kiss you." he turns to look at you, eyes full of determination, but he feels like he's going to chicken out soon, especially if you keep staying silent.

"I don't think you have to ask for a permission anymore." you whisper, slowly touching his cheek. He closes his eyes and leans into your touch. A second later, he opens his eyes again and leans in to kiss you. The kiss is shorter than you wanted, and before he pulls back, you connect your lips again, this time with more passion. You pull the roots of his hair a bit, and he lets out a groan. The position you're both sitting is weird, you feel like your spine is going to burst out through your side. You let go of his hand, and turn to his body more. His hand doesn't leave your lap, and soon he's squeezing your thigh. Involuntary, you let out a moan. He pulls away to look at you, eyes full of lust, breathing heavily.

"God, you're so beautiful." he sighs, squeezing your thigh again, his hand sliding up a bit. You let out a breath, but hear someone talk in the hallway. Both freezing in the spot, you wait until the voices disappear, and then he suggests something carefully, not believing that this short making out can lead anywhere else. "Maybe we should go to my room?"

"Yes, yes, it's too dangerous here." you agree and stand up, barely controlling the smile on your face. Soon, he opens the portal, and you see the all too familiar room before your eyes.

"After you" Strange bows a little, letting you go inside first.

"Oh, what a gentleman." you tease and step inside.

Chapter 17: Late Night Talking

Just as you step into the huge room and the portal closes, both of your Cloaks leave your shoulders and fly to the window.

A moment of silence fills the room, but you're sure you can hear your heart beating in your chest. With two long strides, Stephen crosses the distance between you two and takes your head in his hands, kissing you again. You hold tightly onto his robes, feeling how your knees turn into jelly. The kiss is passionate, full of tongue, and heavy breaths. You try to undo his waist belt but unsuccessfully. He pulls away, grinning, "having trouble?"

"Shut up" you laugh, brushing your hair from your face frustrated. Finally, you get that belt off of him and smile as if you won the lottery.

"Someone's eager" he purrs into your ear, your body flushed close to his again. His beard is scratching a sensitive spot under your ear.

"Well, can't miss an opportunity like this, can I?" you say, hands already searching for a way to take his robes off.

"It would be the worst crime," he answers, lips already on your neck. His hands secretly look for a way to get you off your robes too.

"Okay, wait, too many clothes." you gasp as he bites your neck.

"Yeah, I agree on that" Stephen pulls away and takes the first layer off himself and you do the same. He touches your waist gently, checking if your bandages are still in place. "I'm good, don't worry," you answer, guessing his thoughts. He kisses you again, slowly guiding you toward the bed. He sits down first, pulling you in his lap, hands swiftly unbuttoning your underneath shirt, finally freeing you from the uncomfortable clothing. You let out a heavy breath as he peppers your chest with kisses, lips hot, burning your skin. You slightly move your hips and a grunt escapes his lips. You take off his shirt as well, gripping his shoulders.

"You've been working out?" you ask breathlessly.

"A magician never reveals his secrets," he answers, getting another push to his crotch.

"That ain't gonna work with me, Doctor," you say and repeat your previous action, earning an audible grunt from him again.

"Fuck, you're such a tease." he grips your butt and pushes you into him, the sudden action making you moan at the contact. Hands touching everywhere, swiftly avoiding your stitched and bandaged stomach, slightly pulling each other's hair, breathing heavily. You feel like you're going to explode. It's been so long since anyone touched you with such passion and love, or just touched you. You feel your panties getting wetter and wetter with every touch, every squeeze, every kiss, and every hot breath landing on your bare skin.

You push him on the bed, keeping him in place with one hand on his chest, leaning down as if to kiss, but then turning away the second he lifts his head, chasing your lips. "Oh, come on!" he grunts annoyed.

"Easy, love or I may leave" you tsk him and move your hands on his toned chest. "Yup, definitely been working out."

"Complimenting me again?" he smirks, hands trying to reach your hips but failing.

"I would not get tired of doing so for an eternity," you say and leave a kiss on his chest. Stephen shivers, goosebumps painting his skin. He pulls you to himself a bit and in one swift move changes your positions - now he's on top, caressing your skin and adoring you. He hooks his fingers on the hoops of your pants where the belt is supposed to be, slowly pulling your pants down. You rest on your elbows, slightly lifting your butt so that he could get rid of the clothing easier. Finally, your pants end up on the carpet, right beside both of your shoes that you took off before reaching the bed. He returns to you, kissing and biting your lips again. It seems like he just can't get enough of how good they feel when they make contact with his lips. His rough hands rub your thighs, so hypnotic - up and down, up, and down. You can't focus on anything, in particular, his lips taste like martini and you feel like you're getting drunk on this man every second. His hands are now nearing your sweet spot and you can feel his erection, pushed to your other leg, he's slowly moving his hips too, trying to get some friction. You pull back, desperately needing to breathe. "Fuck you're such a good kisser," you say and he awards you with a million-dollar smile.

"You're not so bad yourself, sweetheart," he answers and reaches behind your back, trying to free your breasts from your bra. Your nipples are so sensitive and aching for attention that when he takes your bra off and finally brushes his lips against one of them, you arch your back into Stephen. You take his hand that's been massaging your thigh and slowly pull it a bit up, right where panties are. He understands your wish and puts his hand on your pussy, and starts slowly rubbing circles through your panties. A loud breath escapes your lips - a sigh of relief and a low moan of frustration. "Fuck, you're so wet." he sighs, rubbing your clit faster, mouth not leaving your breasts. You're already seeing stars and he just started. It's been too long since you had someone.

"Stephen." you breathe out, one hand scratching his shoulder, nails digging in almost painfully. "Stephen, please fuck me." He looks up at your face, almost in a state of bliss, cheeks flushed, eyes fogged with lust. Without any words, he takes off your panties, leaving your wet pussy open for the cold evening air. You let out another breath as he gets out of his underwear, standing at the end of the bed before you, looking like a fucking sculpture made for worshipping and worshipping only. You pull back onto the pillows and watch him give himself a few strokes. A moan is stuck somewhere in the middle of his throat. He finally comes to bed, crawling to you, spreading your legs apart and settling on his knees as close to your core as possible. Then, with one hand near your head, he leans on the elbow and pulls you into another breath-taking kiss. His other hand slowly rubs his tip against your folds, and you moan into his mouth from the desired contact. He waits for nothing - he just physically can't wait longer - and finally slides into you, his whole dick disappearing in your wet pussy.

The feeling is indescribable, you feel like you died and were resurrected. Stephen moans into your ear, fully trapping you between his elbows, head buried in the crook of your neck. You're so lost in the moment that only a hitch of your breath is heard, but soon the room fills with a low grunting and suppressed moans - you're not trying to be heard by anyone. He finally moves. Slowly going in and then coming back. But the pace changes quite quickly, he can't torture you both like that - in and out, faster and faster, you lost your trail of thoughts a long time ago, head empty, and you just tightly hold onto the man above you. He lifts his head, wanting to take a better look at your face - he wants to see every move of your facial muscles, wants to hear every moan that leaves your mouth, wants to see how you react to being so close to him. The view, obviously, didn't disappoint. He quickens the pace again, feeling how his leg muscles are almost giving up, unused to actions like these since God knows when.

"Y/n, I'm gonna cum soon." Stephen warns you, and this seems to pull you out of your bliss for a moment - enough for you to say a coherent word - "faster." His pace becomes impossible to grasp, sitting in a more comfortable position now, his hand gently squeezes your throat, and a moan leaves you again. Soon, you cum, your body going into shock, every cell feels like it was reborn, thoughts lost somewhere between heaven and hell, your insides squeeze his cock so strong that he almost pulls out without cumming into you. You hear his low moan and he finishes on your stomach, thankfully not on the bandage. A moment later, you feel Stephen falling on the bed, breathing heavily as well. It takes another moment for either of you to say anything.

"Wow," you say before you even think of a better expression.

"Wow indeed," he answers, smiling and pulls you into another kiss.

"We gotta go to shower now," you say, feeling sweaty and too hot for your liking.

"We?" he teases, slowly biting your shoulder.

"You don't think I'm gonna let you go alone after this one?"

"Oh, that thought never occurred to me," Stephen answers, hiding his cheeky smile.

A what felt like an eternity later, you return from the shower, wrapped up in his blue bathrobe and even more tired than before. The shower didn't quite end up like a simple shower, he ate you out like a starving man, then pushed you against the cold bathroom tiles and fucked you again. Even thinking about it, makes wetness pool between your legs once more.

"You need a shirt, right?" he asks, coming out of the shower wrapped just in a towel that is lowly hanging on his hips.

"Ah. Yes," you answer, forcing yourself to take your eyes off him. After rummaging through his wardrobe a bit, he finally throws a black shirt your way. You easily catch it and look at the print. "AC/DC?"

"Yep, had a phase while still in university," he answers, getting himself a pair of shorts.

"Never thought you were a rock type of guy." you tease, taking off his bathrobe and pulling a shirt on. It barely covered your butt, but who cares? Hanging his bathrobe on the nearby chair, you pull on your panties and sit on the edge of the bed.

"Everyone has their weaknesses, right?" he mutters, quickly brushing his hair out in front of the mirror.

"You're coming to bed?" you ask such a simple question, but it secretly hits you both on how domestic it sounded.

"Yeah, yeah," he answers, visibly lost in thought. You lay down on the pillows, waiting for him to come. He climbs in, laying close to you and pulling the covers on both of you. You make yourself comfortable by putting your head on his chest, listening to his heart beating. He hugs your shoulders, tracing shapes and circles on his shirt. Everything smells like him, every cell in your body relaxes and sinks into this comfortable but short bliss. "You have Wong in your universe?" Stephen asks suddenly after a moment of silence.

"No, don't think so. Probably haven't met him yet," you say and then ask your question. "Okay, but isn't it strange that when we fall through the portal, it's always New York? I mean did you get anywhere else in my universe?"

"No, we appeared in New York, then ran into the 'Pizza Poppa' guy, I've put a spell on him for being a dick to America and then we found the Statue. And you." he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Wait." you lean on your elbow, now fully looking at him, "you've enchanted Pizza Poppa? He's like one of the most well-known fast food sellers in Greenwich Village neighbourhood." you laugh out loud and can't hide your shocked face.

"Well-known or not-known, no one gives the girl hard time. Plus, he also called Cloak 'a cape'" he rolls his eyes and you dramatically gasp.

"No! He did that?" you gasp.

"Yep," he answers smiling like a fool.

"Rude. I think I'm gonna talk to him when I come back." you pretend to be angry but a glint in your eyes shows mischief.

"I don't think he has stopped punching himself yet."

"No fucking way you used that spell on him" you both fall into laughter and you change your position a bit so that now, you could lay on his arm and see his face.

Another moment of silence passes between you when he says, with a note of sadness in his voice, "You know, I don't think I've met your variant here yet."

"Well, if you do meet me, just hope that I'm not a bitch." you smile.

"Don't think about yourself like that." he pulls your chin up a bit.

"Well, that one version of you was a total dick, so…" you drawl.

"But did you notice that he had a third eye on his forehead? I wonder how'd that happen," he recalls, a disgusted look on his face.

"Well, as much as I remember the lessons I got in Kamar-Taj, the Third Eye is related to the Eye of Agamotto, without the stone of course, so it can reveal more than you see with just naked eye," you say.

"And that is an incredibly difficult spell, so hard to achieve that Ancient One didn't even try to teach me that." Stephen continues.

"Yeah, well in my universe, as far as I know, no one achieved that either. It could be a way to save yourself in deadly situations, to see a way out, but it requires a lot of concentration. Or…"

"Or what?" he asks.

"Or it could be related to the Darkhold. Somehow," you say, raking your brain.

"How? Did your Strange have it? You said that he used Darkhold quite often."

"Yeah, he did use it but never told me about the Third Eye, nor I have ever seen it," you answer, and Strange feels like he lost a possible answer to the question he wanted to clear up.

"What you're gonna tell them?" he suddenly asks.

"Tell who?"

"The people. I mean about the Illuminati crew. They're all probably dead."

"Oh. Them. I actually wonder if Mordo's still alive. If he is, then it's his responsibility to tell them. Probably another lie."

"That was a good punch you landed there." he lets out a laugh.

"Yeah, it all just kind of accumulated throughout the years."

"But wait." he sits up, making you do the same, "if Mordo's dead, then who's gonna be the Sorcerer Supreme? Is there anyone else of higher rank?"

"No. Just me."

"Well, shit, you're probably gonna be a Sorcerer Supreme then," he says, eyes wide.

"Don't get your hopes up, snakes like Mordo find a way to survive." you shake your head and return to his embrace, looking out of the window. The moon timidly peeked inside the room, watching two lovers share their last night together, destined to be together but brutally separated by harsh reality and strict rules of the magic world.

Silent breathing slowly lulls you to dreamless sleep, safe in Stephen's arms. And for the first time in years, you and Strange have the best rest of your lives.

Chapter 18: No 'Good' in Goodbyes

You wake up early, startled by Stephen trashing in bed.

"Hey, hey, Stephen!" you try to touch him softly in order not to scare him more, but nothing works. You grab his shoulders and shake him as strong as you can. Finally, he opens his eyes, breathing heavily, looking like a sailor lost in the sea.

"Stephen! You're okay?" you ask worriedly, touching his face and wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm-" he doesn't get to finish as pain pierces through his head, and he grips the covers, letting out a low scream of pain. You try to touch him again, but an eye appearing on his forehead scares the shit out of you.

"What the fuck?!" you ask, grabbing your bandaged side as the pain intensifies. The eye looks right at you, and you feel so small, so exposed to the unknown. In a blink, it disappears and only Stephen's quick breathing fills the room.

The shy sun rays that try to somehow get into the room do nothing to make you see clearer, so you light up the lamp on the bed table. Maybe it was just a light trick, and you were delirious. But Stephen's groan proves everything to be true. You reach your hand and again touch his forehead, just to make sure that the eye is gone.

"What happened?" he asks, hands nervously brushing his hair back.

"You-your eye opened. Stephen, your Third Eye opened. What the hell? What were you dreaming?" you ask worriedly. This either means nothing or a ton of bad shit.

"It felt like someone was forcing me to look at something, and just pushed me and pushed me over the edge, demanded me to look for a deeper meaning in that thing, and then it felt like burning hands touched my forehead, forever giving me something I won't be able to get rid of." he puts his face in his hands, avoiding your worried glance.

You look through the window and notice that it's already morning. Soon you'll be leaving. You grab his phone from the table and check the time. 6 AM. Time flies.

"Stephen, I don't know what it could mean, but I just hope that it's nothing bad. I couldn't bare leaving you, knowing that you might get into huge trouble."

"Hey, it's okay, I'm feeling good now, don't worry about me." he says reassuringly, but you don't believe a single word he's saying. All Stephens had a tendency to lie about their well-being.

"What if you got that from using the Darkhold?" you ask, and the question hangs in the air. Neither of you wanted to admit that it might be true. "What if that's connected to the fact that you're also wearing Eye of Agamotto?"

"Y/n, don't worry yourself about it. We have to start getting ready soon." he says, turning his eyes away. No one likes goodbyes.

"I think we should go to Kamar-Taj for a little bit, I want to speak to Wong about something."

"About what?" he asks, now interested in what you got to say to Wong, of all people.

"And that's a thing you won't get to know." you force a smile, worry still not leaving you.

"Okay, okay. When you're leaving again?"

"At 9. America will come here, probably easier to get to New York from New York." you sigh, getting up from bed and taking your shirt off, putting on your bra and pants. Slowly tieing your robes and belt, obviously stalling. Stephen dresses up with a quick move of his hands and then sits on the edge of the bed, waiting for you.

"Never seen anyone who has learned how to dress up with magic, to put on their robes in a normal way." he mutters, and you smile. "How's your side? Didn't let me take a look at it."

"I think the accident shared me enough to forget about it." you lie. Of course, you were well aware of the returning pain but kept silent.

"Show me." he says.

"No, I'm okay."

"Show me. Please, y/n." he motions for you to come closer. You obey, undoing your shirt again and standing before him. His head at the level of your chest, bends down, hands take off the bandage and inspect the stitches. Half of them are torn, and the wound started bleeding again. "Needs redoing. Can you stand here a bit until I get the needle?" he asks, hands resting on your hips.

"Yeah. Okay." you say, savoring the feeling of his touch. He comes back in a minute, sits back in the previous spot and starts cleaning the wound. You let out a hiss as the alcohol makes contact with your skin. He just shoots you an apologetic look and starts stitching. Eyes focused, hands a bit trembling, but he's trying not to look at them, because if he does - then this mission can be considered as failed. "You know," you admit, trying to talk yourself out of pain, "this was the best sleep I got in years. Until, you know, that happened."

"Hm, mine too." is all he says, and you get a feeling that he doesn't know exactly what to say to you now. Nothing matters as you leave in a couple of hours anyway.

Five minutes later, he cuts the thread and puts the needle aside, opening a new pack of bandages. Another moment passes between you in silence. He finishes but doesn't let you go, keeping his hands on your side and back. You take another step closer to him and he puts his head on your stomach, right under your chest. You slowly mess his hair, waiting till he says anything.

"You know what sucks?" he murmurs into your skin.

"Mm?"

"That when I thought that during all this crazy mess I have finally found the one who's not afraid to dive head deep into these crazy adventures with me, this person is leaving me again."

You feel tears collecting in your eyes, and you're glad he doesn't see your face now. " I'm sorry, Stephen. But I have to. I -." You feel how words get stuck in your throat." I can't endanger your universe. Believe me, if I could, I'd stay here. For an eternity and even more." a single tear escapes your eye, and it rolls down your cheek, falling right on his head.

He pulls away and stands up, trapping your face in his hands, wiping away the wet trail the tear has left. "I know that it means nothing now, but I have found this connection with you. I don't know what it is yet, but I will forever treasure it in my heart, y/n." he kisses you, so softly, savoring every feeling in his mind.

You're trying to control your tears. It ain't the time to cry now.

"Oh, Stephen, I'm sure you'll find the one very soon, a man with such pure heart like yours doesn't walk around lonely." you smile sadly, touching his beard. "I have to admit, I was never fond of guys with beards, but you just broke my stereotype."

A laugh escapes his lips, he hugs you, hot breath tickling your neck. "I want you to keep my shirt." Stephen whispers.

"Your AC/DC shirt? What if your phase comes back again?" you laugh in his ear respectively.

"If it comes back, I'll think of you."

"I hope that bringing stuff from other universe doesn't cause bad shit to happen." you pull away and place a kiss on his cheek. "Well, I think the Sorcerer Supreme is already up and fresh, we gotta go."

You go to the window and look out, seeing all the early risers already surfing in the street. Perhaps New York truly never sleeps. Your Cloak lands on your shoulders, engulfing you into a warm embrace. Stephen's Cloak also lands on his shoulders, and a sizzling sound informs you that Stephen is already opening a portal.

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vickiee-mcmuffin · 9 months

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A helping hand

Word count: 1.5k

Pairing: 838 Strange x Female Reader

Trope: Fluff

A/N: Here's 838 Stephen's version for this story. I hope you are liking this little series I'm doing with each variant. I will be doing Sinister Strange next.

Summary: You notice Stephen is having issues with his hands. So you decide to help him out when Stephen realises he can't do it himself.

You had been fast asleep, your head resting on Stephen's chest while he had one of his strong arms wrapped around your form. But you were suddenly awoken by Stephen shifting, your head falling off his chest and onto the heap of pillows as he moved. You opened your eyes and saw Stephen sitting up in bed, and you instantly noticed the pained look on his face.

“Shit, not right now,” you heard Stephen mutter to himself before he quickly got out of bed.

You watched him move into the en suite bathroom, wondering what was on his mind as you saw him standing in front of the large mirror. You thought that maybe he was just running late for a meeting with the Illuminati because this wasn’t the first time he had woken up late. So you closed your eyes and rolled over, planning on getting a few more hours in before you needed to be up for work.

But your eyes shot open when you heard the word “fuck” leave Stephen’s mouth. You quickly pulled back your covers and went to the bathroom to check if Stephen was okay. As soon as you stepped foot into the bathroom, you saw Stephen was still only dressed in his briefs with shaving cream covering his face. But you gasped when you noticed his cheek was bleeding, the red liquid sliding down his face. He must’ve cut it with the razor that was now in the sink.

“Stephen,” you said, grabbing his attention. “Are you okay? What happened?”

He looked at you and sent you a quick smile. “I’m fine, don’t worry. My hand just slipped.”

You knew that was far from the truth when you noticed his hands shaking as he picked up his razor. You watched him as he attempted to shave his face again, but he put down the razor and clenched his fists. You knew he was in pain.

“Do you want me to help you?” you asked Stephen. “I can see you’re struggling and you’re in pain.”

“I’ve got this,” he told you as he brought the razor back to his face once more.

You leaned against the wooden door frame as you watched him struggle over and over. That was the one thing you disliked about Stephen, and that was that he would never ask for help when you knew he needed it. His ego and pride were too strong. He believed he could do everything by himself, but you’ve known him long enough now to know that wasn't the truth.

Stephen kept struggling, and you saw that same pained expression on his face from earlier when he had woken you up. He then cut himself again and you watched as he winced in pain, dropping the razor into the sink once more.

You were just about to offer your assistance again, but you heard Stephen sigh in defeat before he turned and looked at you with pleading eyes. You knew he had finally given up on trying to do it himself.

“Y/N,” Stephen sighed.

“Yes?” you smiled.

“Can you help me? Please?”

You smiled at him again before walking over to him, getting on your tippy toes to give him a kiss. A little bit of his shaving cream smudged on your lips as you kissed him.

“I would love to help you out, Stephen,” you whispered against his lips.

You felt him smile against your lips before you pulled away. You told him you’d be right back before you went back into the bedroom and grabbed a chair sitting in the corner of the room. You then carried it into the bathroom and put it down in front of the mirror. You then looked at Stephen and noticed he was already looking at you with a confused look on his face.

“Sit,” you told him as you patted the chair with your hand.

Stephen did. He sat down and got comfortable as you grabbed his razor, rinsing it off with water before you got settled on his lap, straddling him. You felt Stephen’s hands land on your hips as you began to drag the razor along the sides of his face.

Stephen had his eyes closed as you helped him, and that made you smile. You knew he had to be secretly enjoying this. You also sat there in silence as you moved the razor across the skin above his top lip. You were being extra careful to not hurt him.

“You know, you really should grow out a beard. I think it’ll suit you,” you told him, breaking the silence.

Stephen opened his eyes, his blue ones meeting yours. “You really think so?”

“I know so.”

Stephen let out a chuckle. “Then I might grow it out. One day.”

You let out a little laugh before you continued shaving at Stephen’s stubble. Once you had finished, you dropped the razor into the sink before smiling at Stephen’s clean-shaven face, satisfied with the job you had done.

“All done,” you told him and Stephen sent you a sweet smile.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

You then cleaned up his face, tending to his cuts before you got off of Stephen’s lap, getting settled on your feet. Stephen sat up and you quickly moved the chair out of the way before turning your attention back to Stephen. You then grabbed at his scarred hands gently, noticing the trembles as you held them in your own.

“Do you want me to massage your hands to help with the pain?” you asked, your thumbs rubbing at his skin.

Stephen smiled down at you and nodded. “If you don’t mind.”

“Of course not.”

You let go of his hands to clean out the sink, taking out the razor and washing away any shaving cream left there. You then filled up the sink with warm water before adding some Epsom salt. Grabbing at Stephen’s hands again, you placed them into the warm water, and he let out a groan as his hands made contact with the water.

You left his hands to soak for a good five minutes before pulling them out of the water gently. You dried his hands with a towel before grabbing the small bottle of massage oil and pouring a decent amount of it onto your right hand. You rubbed your hands together, coating them with the oil before you took hold of one of Stephen’s hands again.

You worked on one hand at a time, massaging at the back of his hands before moving on to his fingers. You made sure to be careful as you traced over each and every one of his scars, watching his face for any signs of discomfort. You didn’t want to hurt him.

“Thank you for doing all this, Y/N,” Stephen suddenly said as you finished up on his left hand.

“You’re welcome, Stephen. If you need me to do this again, then ask you silly bean. Don’t try and do it yourself,” you smiled, teasing him a little.

Stephen playfully rolled his eyes at you before he sent you a smile. “Noted.”

You sent him another smile back before moving on to his right hand. You massaged at his skin, noticing the tremble you had felt earlier had settled down. You hoped the pain had too.

Once you had finished with his right hand, you cleaned up any leftover massage oil before looking up at Stephen.

“So… How are you feeling now?” you wondered.

“Much better,” Stephen told you and hearing him say that made you smile.

“That’s good to hear.”

Emptying the sink, the both of you then left the bathroom to go back into your bedroom. You then helped Stephen get dressed into his silver and blue robes before he needed to leave for a meeting with the Illuminati. His blue cloak flew into the room and clung onto his shoulders once he was fully dressed.

Before Stephen left, you stood on your tiptoes, your hands cupping his cheeks as you gave Stephen a sweet kiss on the lips. He kissed you back, his hands resting on your back as you shared a sweet and passionate filled kiss.

Stephen pulled away and sent you a smile. “I love you, Y/N. Thank you for helping me.”

You smiled back. “I love you, too. And you’re welcome.”

You then shared one final kiss before Stephen moved to open up a portal to the Illuminati’s headquarters. But before he stepped through it, he looked at you once more.

“I’ll see you in a few hours,” he told you and you nodded.

He then stepped through the portal and closed it behind him, leaving you to stand there in the sanctum all by yourself. With nothing else to do, you decided to get some more sleep before you needed to get ready for work.

So you made your way back over to the bed and climbed into it, your head hitting the pillows before you closed your eyes. You then fell back to sleep with a smile on your face, happy you had managed to help Stephen with his pain.

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