#Dr Stephen Strange one shot
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It’s You, It’s always Been you
Pairing: Stephen Strange x f!Reader
Summary: It’s a known fact that you are in love with Stephen Strange. It’s also a known fact that Stephen Strange is still in love with Dr. Palmer. When Stephen asked you to be his wedding date though, you’re starting to regret your decision. A confession from the doctor himself, changes everything.
Word count: 3.0K (I got carried away, oops)
Genre: angst, unrequited love, confession, overall feels!, and soft smut (of course)
A/N: There’s no major MoM spoilers, just the beginning with the wedding and all that. As much as I love Stephen being a complete daddy in MoM, I need to write me some soft smut. No beta, so if I missed anything, It’s my fault. If you enjoyed this, please please comment and reblog. It just means a lot. Please follow @wint3r-library and turn on post notification for fic update.
Strange was getting impatient with you.
You haven’t noticed it yet, but with all your inability to sit still during Doctor Palmer’s wedding, you were getting on his last nerve.
Another heavy sigh fell from your lips as you sat there beside him, slouching slightly because you really wanted to shift your body. Your fingers fiddled in your laps as you were trying very hard to pay attention to the ceremony, quite unaware of the piercing gaze from the man beside you.
It wasn’t like you were nervous about being the date to the bride’s ex or anything. You really didn’t need to be there, especially when Stephen couldn’t figure out what his feelings toward Christine were.
There was no doubt that the man looked as delectable as it can be in that suit, and there was no doubt that you would jump at his bones if the opportunity presented itself. However, you needed to stop saying yes to him all the time when you were dying on the inside.
Stephen exhaled sharply through his nose before he covered your hand with his. Warmness shot through you as you sat there. You bit the inside of his cheek. His hand was trembling slightly. You couldn’t help but turned your gaze to him.
His brow quirked but said nothing. He was completely unaware of the stinging pain you experienced every time you watched his eyes glimmer whenever his gaze fell on Dr. Palmer, of course. You wished the ceremony ended already. There was so much you could take. Sometimes you wished that Happy had never introduced you to him.
You let out a sharp exhale once he let go of your hand and stood up. Once again, your heart felt heavy as your gaze followed his following Christine walking down the aisle with her new husband. Your heart was heavy as you looked at the man before you trying to hold it in. He was too proud to say it, but Strange was never really over her.
You couldn’t be anymore happier the moment the ceremony was over. You found yourself stationed by the bar, chugging wine and avoiding Strange as best as possible. The plan was going well so far until your date found you.
“I’m starting to think that even my own date is avoiding me,” came a voice behind you. His low baritone voice sent a slight tremor through you, sending your nerve into a frenzy. Heat flooded your cheek as your heart beat frantically against your chest. You wanted to run, perhaps you wanted to go back to your apartment. Whatever it was, you really didn’t want to deal with him right now.
“Not avoiding you,” you mumbled before chugging the last remnant of your drink.
Stephen sighed before ordering himself a martini, his eyes were still on you though. “Your body language said otherwise.”
“You shouldn’t bring me here,” you finally looked at him. “She’ll think that you and I are together or something.”
“And that’s bad because…?”
“You’re kidding, right?” You laughed out loud from sheer discomfort as you stared at him. You watched as the bartender set his drink down before you quickly snatched it away from Strange. He could sense your nervous energy from miles away, which made him wonder how you got to become Happy Hogan’s assistant in the first place.
“I wasn’t.”
The firmness in his tone made your heart skip a beat.
“She asked me if I’m happy,” he said, but he didn’t look at you. Instead, his gaze fell for the bride once more. You had to bite back your uncomfortable laugh before you looked elsewhere, trying to hide your expression. It was getting harder and harder to hide anything at all from him.
“And I told her that I am…”
“Which is a lie…” You pressed your lips together into a straight line.
“You don’t know that. For all you know, I am quite content with what I have right now.”
“Stephen…,” you gave him a look, but his expression was unreadable. “I may not know your history with Dr. Palmer, but I do know that you are a proud man.”
“I am, and you like that,” Stephen teased, trying to hide the small smile as he watched your reaction. You didn’t disappoint him of course as you were slowly and gradually getting flustered.
“I-Um...Oh, that’s just mean,” you shook your head before you slowly walked away from him.
It has been a well-known fact that you have some feelings for him at one point. It was also a known fact that it was a textbook definition of one-sided love. It was one thing to tease you occasionally, but it was another thing to simply play with your heart. You know Strange was cold, but you’ve never thought that he could be this cruel. “I know I shouldn’t say yes to this,” you mumbled to yourself. You could hear him calling out to you, but you didn’t care. Instead, you turned and headed straight out.
A familiar feminine voice called out your name, making you stop in your tracks. You could feel Stephen Strange not too far behind you. You took a deep breath before turning around and forcing a smile. It made your face hurt. It reminded you of why you have to resign from being Happy’s assistant in the first place. The acting wasn’t for you.
“Doctor Palmer! Congratulations!” you chirped as she made her way toward you. Stephen simply put his hand in his pocket as he watched on with a martini in another hand. You frowned slightly, wondering why he decided to linger there instead of sashay away from you.
“Thank you! I appreciate that. I’m so happy that you can make it–You and Stephen—”
“Oh, I’m just here for moral support,” you quickly cut her off before she could say anything that could potentially make your relationship with Stephen Strange any more awkward.
Doctor Palmer nodded, but a smile still remained on her face. “Yeah..um, I just want to say that I’m very happy that you and he are togeth–”
“Um, definitely not together,” you quickly cut in again. You couldn’t feel his gaze burned into your back. “Again, I’m here just for moral support, and nothing more.”
Doctor Palmer looked at you momentarily before she looked at Strange, clearly confused. “Right....Well, I hope you enjoy the party. I’ll see you two later,” she bid you goodbye before giving Stephen a nod.
The moment she was out of your earshot, you let out another sigh of relief, but you knew damn well that Stephen wasn’t happy with your answer at all. Your gaze turned to him, but he didn’t say anything.
“Don’t start,” you pinched the bridge of your nose and headed to the hallway. “I know I’m supposed to make you look good in front of your ex and all that, but I don’t think I can lie.” You were basically rambling at this point as Stephen Strange followed you not too far behind.
The sound of your high heels clicking against the marble floor echoed through the quiet hall as you hurried out.
“I didn’t ask you to lie for me,” came his voice not too far behind, but you didn’t stop. Instead, you continued to walk until you both reached the elevator.
“It kinda feels that way when you asked me to be your plus one though,…Look, whatever you are going through, I just can’t…It’s–” you stopped yourself. How would you tell him that you still have feelings for him? “It’s unfair to me.”
Stephen was standing only a few feet from you know. “I know, and I’m sorry.”
You expected a smartass comment from him, not this. You were speechless at his admission as the two of you stood there in the empty hallway. Your heart felt like it was about to burst the more you looked at him. “When Christine asked me if I was happy, I said yes…I told her that I found someone.”
You remained silent as he took a few steps forward until he was only a few inches away from you. The smell of his cologne filled your nostril, lulling you into a haze. “It took me some time to realize it, but I…”
You swallowed as he cradled your face in his hands. Heat flooded your face at the closeness between the two of you. His thumb pressed against your cheek, his gaze softened, melted into a pair of liquid sapphires. “I made up my mind.”
“About what?” You realized that your words came out no more than a breath as your hand covered his. Stephen was inching closer. Your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest at the pure anticipation alone. When his lips touched yours for the very first time, you felt like you were about to soar.
Your eyes flutter shut as you melt into him. He was holding you there, kissing you with a passion that you’ve never known he was capable of. His hand trailed to the nape. The rough pad of his fingers gently grazed across your skin, leaving trails of goosebumps behind. You gasped at that, and Stephen took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth.
Your heart pounded heavily against your chest as he deepened the kiss. His tongue tangled and clashed with yours. Twisting and rolling, leaving you both breathless and panting. He was kissing you with desperation–a need that was new to you. You moaned at the sweetness that lingered on his tongue, and every time he let out a low, rumbling groan, you felt your panty dampen slightly.
Stephen walked you backward until the back of your knees hit something soft. You quickly pulled away from the kiss, only to find the two of you standing right in your bedroom. “Did you just teleport us here?” It was a dumb question, but you felt the need for some air–or at least something that doesn’t involve Stephen Strange sticking his tongue down your throat.
“Yes,” he said firmly as he discarded his suit jacket and dropped it right onto the floor. He looked flushed, disheveled almost by the way strays of his neatly combed hair came undone. His fingers tugged at his tie impatiently, loosening it before he undid a few buttons at the top till he revealed his chiseled chest. The sight made your throat go dry.
Stephen’s mouth was on you again, this time he was less discreet than before. He kissed you with urgency and hunger that set your nerve ablaze. He gently laid you down on your soft mattress while his mouth was still on yours. His lips traveled southward, and your body surrendered to him without a thought. Your head tilted to the side, revealing the tender skin of your neck to him. His lips trailed down, tongue grazed slightly here and there as if he was tasting you. A throaty moan ripped between your lips as Strange suckled on your pulse point, and gently nipped at it before licking the same spot over. His free hand slowly lowered the straps of your dress to your waist. He stared at you momentarily as if to admire a piece of art–No, you were more than a piece of art to him. You were the sun, the moon, and the universe all wrapped up into one. You were the cosmic force that keep him grounded all this time.
Stephen said nothing before he lowered his head to kiss you once more. His name fell from your lips in no more than a breathless whisper as his beard tickled your skin, making you ache and throb for him. Stephen was lost in the moment as his lips were lingering in the space between the valley of your breasts.
You called out his name once again as your arms snaked around his head. Stephen Strange moaned deeply, sending a reverberation through you as if to assure you that he wasn’t going anywhere. He captured your taut peak in his mouth and began to suckle on it. He was sucking gently at first, then harder, gently nipping at the bud till you cried out, only to soothe you gently with his tongue.
He moved on top of you and pulled your dress all the way off your body. You laid there completely bare underneath him. Stephen’s hand moved to the juncture between your legs and let his fingers graze at your clothed slit. His nostrils flared as he let out a sharp exhale when he found that your panty was drenching.
Stephen gently rubbed you through your panty, eliciting a soft gasping noise out of you first before he ripped the flimsy fabric away from you. His mouth moved to your breast once more, tongue flickering over the sensitive bud, while his dexterous fingers gently pry you open. Your first instinct was to close your legs, but Stephen wasn’t having it. He pressed his knees wide, forcing you to open to him.
Your head fell back against the soft mattress when you felt that he was knuckle deep inside you as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you with ease. A shaky moan slipped out of your lips as he pulled his digits back and pushed them inside you again while his mouth was still occupied by your tit.
You begged him almost pathetically, your hand bunched at his hair when he pressed his thumb against your clit.
“Say my name again, baby,” he murmured. The low baritone voice made your pussy throb and clenched around his fingers. Only Stephen Strange had that sort of effect on you. He was watching you now, probing himself on his elbow while the other hand continued to pump in and out of your pussy with vigor.
A smile etched upon his lips as he felt your body tense up around him. Still, he continued with a relentless pace until an orgasm ripped right out of you, causing your body to strain and spasm. Your face scrunched up as you dug your heels into the mattress as the first wave of euphoria washed over you.
“That’s it, baby. Cum to me. Squeeze on my fingers like you want to squeeze on my cock.” Stephen growled as he pressed his forehead onto yours. Perspiration dampened it while you could only reply with a choking sob.
Stephen finally removed his fingers from your sopping wetness as he stared at you. His lips pressed against your forehead. He kissed you tenderly before he pulled back and began to unbuckle his pants.
You watched him with half hooded eyes as he got up from the bed and hastily removed his pants. You swallowed as you watched him stroking himself. The sight made your pussy throb once more as more slick was leaking out of you. Stephen licked his lips at that.
“I don’t have a condom,” he admitted sheepishly as he continued to stroke his erect cock. It was hard to concentrate on his words when your brain only wanted one thing.
“I’m on birth control…” you told him as you sat up and pulled him to you. Stephen settled between your thighs once more. His face strained, jaw clenched tightly as he rubbed the head of his cock along your slit. The action made your legs shake slightly as your eyes caught his. “It’s ok, Stephen.”
He growled at the invitation before he swiftly entered you, causing you to hissed sharply. A strangled moan left his lips as your tightness enveloped him. You could feel Strange tremble above you as he was trying to control himself from moving too erratically. Stephen pulled back then eased himself back in again till he was all the way in. His hips arched fluidly, driving himself in and out of you with fervor. You could feel his balls slapped against your ass every time he sheathed himself inside of you.
His hard body pressed against yours closely that you could feel every twitch of his muscles, coiling and bunching from the effort of his movements. Your arms wounded around his neck again as he rutted into you. His lips found your neck once more as he kissed and nipped at it.
You were getting close again as that familiar tightness at the pit of your stomach threatened to snap. It wasn’t long now until that delicious burst of euphoria ripped through you again. It didn’t take long till you cried out and clenched around him, milking him until he too reached his own release. Still, Stephen was still chasing his own, fucking you and using you to sate his own appetite.
Stephen came not too long after, spending himself right onto your stomach. His body went limp next to you, panting and exhausted from the deed.
The silence stretched out between the two of you. Where would you go from here? You and Stephen had yet to establish what this was? Was this a one-time deal? Were his words simply a lie or was everything simply a dream to you?
You felt him stirring beside you before his warmness left your body. Your first initial thought was that he was leaving, but that sort of negativity soon melted away when he came back with a damp towel pressed against your stomach. His movement was gentle, yet exact. Still, you could feel his trembling hand moving over your stomach.
Your eyes caught him again, and words failed you. You didn’t know what to say.
“I suppose you are wondering what we are now?”
You nodded. You wanted to laugh because you really didn’t expect to have this type of conversation at all with him when you were both naked.
“You’ve never told me who that someone is–the person that makes you happy.”
Stephen Strange was caught off guard for the first time in his life as he could only react with an “Oh.”
Your face warned once more as your heart drummed against your chest. A knowing smile quirked on his lips. “Well, It’s you, sweetheart. It has always been you.”
The word rolled off his tongue easily, making your stomach do a backflip. You couldn’t hide the smile anymore when he leaned and brushed his nose against your cheek, kissing you and whispering naughty things into your ears.
Perhaps, this wasn’t a dream after all.
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Pivot | Dr Strange x Y/N
In continuation of 'I can help with that'
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W/N: Keeping up with the ideas sent by @lady-harvey and @thearcadeyel in the DM, things keep pivoting between...
Warnings: Absolutely 18+
I could melt, Stephen thought as he silently slid under the covers. He had long forgotten what it would be like to return home after work to find someone warm and beautiful waiting in bed for him.
Y/N mumbled and churned, feeling the dip. She had finally retreated to sleep after her roommate didn’t pick up her calls nor Stephen seemed to return soon. She sighed as gentle fingers caressed her fuzzy hair.
He felt a bit of disappointment when his arms pulled her closer to his chest. Fucking piece of cloth. But it soon followed a wave of guilt. He had left her without a word halfway through… It wasn’t entirely his fault, was it? Wong had held him up longer than it was required. He let out a breath, glancing outside the window. The sky was still filled with the black fog. It will clear out soon now that we have sent those creatures back to their dimension.
Y/N blinked several times trying to adjust to the light. She remained still, silently watching him stare somewhere, jaw clenched, lost in thoughts, feeling his fingers draw light patterns against the shirt. Even with the messy hair and few dull red cuts across his face he undeniably- She shot up abruptly as the realisation of the events of the past hours coursed through her.
“Sweetheart,” Stephen began, unsure of her thoughts and emotions, “I’m sorry about last night. There were things from other dimensions. I had to go…”
“It was alright. I mean, it was literal life and death, right?”
“Yeah, but—”
“Then I can wait. I’m not that important.”
Faint amusement darted through his weary eyes. “Thanks for the understanding.”
He toyed with the collar of the shirt she was wearing. His shirt, technically. “I thought I left you naked.”
“Naked and aroused,” she corrected.
He hummed and ran a thumb down her neck and in between the valley of her clothed breasts. Her nipples pebbled in anticipation.
“This is not appropriate,” he said, undoing the first button and sweet baby Jesus, she threatened to liquefy under his intense, scolding stare. “This has to come off. Did you try to leave?”
“I had wanted to,” she breathed as his thumbs circled her nipples for a moment.
He noticed the use of past tense and nodded. “Good,” he muttered, pinching her pebbled flesh between his fingers, “It will take some time to clear out the mist. Everyone had been instructed to stay indoors until then. ” It was then she noticed the dark gloomy night instead of the bright sunny morning.
Then he just grabbed handfuls of her aching breasts and crushed them between his palms.
She shoved him away. Then she put her hands on his shoulders, straddling him, her tits were right at his face, and he leaned forward, nuzzling between them. Stephen closed his eyes, mouth drifting towards her nipple. His lips parted over it and latched to it like a newborn’s.
She arched at the suction and he put his hands on her back so she couldn't get away. She groaned, so aroused by alternate waves of suction and his tongue swirling around it, she squirmed in his lap.
He held her down, shifting his attention to the other nipple.
His tongue languidly swirled in circles around the pigmented skin until the skin was drawn as tight as possible. Drawing in a cold breath through his mouth, he flicked his tongue against the bundle of nerves.
She whimpered and pressed herself further into him. He grinned, looking up at her, one hand travelling between them, rubbing circles on her lower abdomen. Eyes closed, her head tipped towards the ceiling, getting lost in the sensations. He returned to sucking her gently before tugging it in between his teeth.
As he felt her body tense up, he sucked harder, nibbling - driving her into madness.
“I n-need you in me.”
Stephen pulled back and set her loose. “Condoms’ in the bottom drawer,” he informed, leaning back on the headboard.
Y/N leaned down, opened the said drawer and sucked in a sharp breath glancing at the contents. She had never been much into toys. And he had quite the collection. She grabbed the least complicated appliances of all and a bottle of lube.
“I have never tried this before but… the idea… I would like to try this,” she said toying with the cuffs and the cockring.
Strange smiled at her, “Anything that makes you happy baby girl.” He kissed her one more time, tugging at the cuffs.
“What?” He asked, confused when Y/N didn’t hand them over.
“I wasn’t thinking about myself tied to your bed. I want to restrain you.”
He was swept away by utter bewilderment. No one had done that. To him. Ever. I have always been the giver. Never the taker, he thought. He has been so lost he didn’t realise she had already cuffed one of his wrists to the bedpost until Y/N tugged at his other one.
“Besides, I think it’s fair after what you did to me.”
“Fuck,” Stephen muttered under his breath, straining the restraints, “Thought I was already forgiven.”
“You are. This is a penance.”
“Fine, have me as you like,” he snorted.
She smiled, settling in between his legs and leaned in to kiss which he happily complied. He groaned into her mouth as she slid her hand down his chest and squeezed his growing erection through the sweatpants.
She pulled back only to let her lips roam around his neck, shoulder and chest. Working her way up, she blew a warm breath over his ears, kissing the shell while her fingers gently pinched and teased his nipples.
“Jesus,” Stephen moaned, “Woman where have you been all these years?”
Y/N smiled, resting her hands at his waist, teasing the waistband of his pants, “Learning the anatomy of pleasing you.”
Stephen chuckled, raising his hips for her to pull down the pants. He sighed in relief as his cock sprang free.
She bit her lip at his knowing smirk, lubed him and slid the ring to the base of his shaft. He was big. And thick, she thought, lowering herself on her stomach as she pumped him before turning on the vibrations.
He groaned, the muscles of his leg going all stiff as her tongue darted out and swirled around the head. She continued to lick, peppering kisses, along the length of him. He hissed, buckling his hips, as her mouth licked and sucked his balls.
Y/N smiled, stepping up the speed of vibrations.
“I might lose my patience and use- fuck.”
She took as much as possible of him in one swift go. Her eyes watched him throwing his head back and wincing upon hitting the headboard. I’ll never forget this one. She had been nervous - Would I be able to give him enough pleasure with so little experience? However as her mouth squeezed, caressing up and down, satisfaction burned on his handsome face.
Stephen sat there entrapped, watching her head bobbing, one hand stroking what length of him she couldn't fit in her mouth and the vibrating ring… He continued tugging now and then against the hard metal of the handcuffs even though the wrists burned in pain. He never thought he would like this so much. Oh, her nails, dug into his thigh.
“You're taking me so well, sweetheart-,”
He took a sharp breath, gasping as he felt her teeth gaze at him very gently. She looked up at him, all doe-eyed, flickering her tongue on the underside of his cock.
He wanted to break free, caress her hollowed cheeks, pull her hair to the back, and wantonly fuck that mouth. “Oh, my,” he grunted, feeling himself near the base of her throat. His hips thrusted of their own accord. “I’m so close.”
Y/N stopped immediately. “No,” he cried out at her. She gave him a slow, devilish grin. And sat up, scrambling away from him. It took a tremendous amount of effort when every bit of her ached for him.
“What are you doing?” he grumbled watching her climb out of the bed, relaxing into one of the armchairs beside the bed, across the fireplace.
“I’ll let you come only when you beg nicely.”
“I don’t beg,” Stephen snapped.
Y/N shrugged. She flaunted the control before turning down the strength of the vibrations.
Stephen strained his neck as he continued to glare at her. “You’ll be punished for this baby girl.”
She gulped looking at his darkened eyes. “I-is that so?” Don't be intimidated, she reminded herself.
Y/N hesitated for a moment, then ran her hand down her stomach and in between her legs. She spread her knees and slowly began touching herself. She closed her eyes, knowing that he was watching her every movement, she imagined it was his fingers stroking the bundle of nerves. She smiled wider when she slipped her fingers into her slick slit.
How have I turned into such sex hungry woman?
“I could do better,” he voiced once she started to whimper. She wanted him to but she didn’t want to halt now. Not when she-
She shivered as the wave of heat washed over her.
When she opened her eyes, Stephen was staring at her hungrily, but strangely patient. “Since you are done with yourself, you might finish what you’d started,” he said with a pointed look. “Please,” he added.
Y/N sighed. Still, a little wobbly from the orgasm, she settled in between his legs. He relaxed back watching her slide off the cockring. She wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, squeezing him, while her tongue played around following each line, curve and crevice, as he was the most teasing appetiser imaginable.
Stephen let out a deep low moan, thrusting his hips upwards.
He cursed under his breath as her mouth sheathed him, working him up again.
“Y/N,” he grunted, thrusting his hips in a slow rhythm. Leaving his cock, her hand rubbed his thighs before cupping the balls.
“Don’t stop,” Stephen whimpered as she quickened the pace.
“You look so pretty like this. Guess you’d look better only when my cock goes rampant in that pussy.”
He had been silent most of the time except for the few noises he made, she almost choked at his filthy words. Looking up at him she couldn't think it possible, but those light grey eyes darkened even further when her fingers trailed below his scrotum, applying subtle pressure around the perineum. He jerked in her mouth when she found his sweet spot.
“Yeah,” he moaned, “S-so close.”
Amazed by her own boldness, she stroked him harder.
His insides were screaming guttural exhilaration. He was sure he would go crazy by the time they were going to finish. His hips jerked unsteadily, grinding against her mouth until everything stilled.
It was more and more. Tears welled at the corners of her eyes as she choked on the sheer volume of his semen. Her throat was already full and his ejaculation was nowhere near an end. Lots of it, as if he hadn’t come in months, years, maybe never.
“That was ethereal,” he breathed, “you tortured me so sweetly…”
Y/N smiled, wiping away the drips of cum lining her mouth. “I’m glad you liked it,” she sat up and kissed him. It was slow and gentle at first, their lips moving languidly. When he kissed her harder, she threaded her hands through his hair, pressing herself further against his hot, slick body.
He cast a simple spell after it was too much to bear. She grasped when hands clutched her waist, moving her around. He settled her amongst the pillows. “You have no idea what it took not to break free of those cuffs and fuck you as animals do.”
However before she could say anything he reached beneath, pinching her clit hard, until it hardly even felt like it was a special nub, but something else entirely. “Now, it's my turn to return the favour.” His looming figure left to reach out into the drawers. He snapped his fingers and a red cloth blinded her. “And torment you in the sweetest way possible.”
Stephen stroked her thighs, gradually sliding his hand up until he touched that heated core of her womanhood.
“Oh, doctor!”
“Do you like that, baby?”
She nodded wordlessly.
He put his head between her legs, nuzzling at first. His beard was a little rough on the insides of her thighs. He stroked her with skilful fingers. Then with his lips, and his tongue, he struck fire. A slow, fat lick brought his tongue to her aching button, and as soon as he touched tip to tip, white light exploded through her. His skilful tongue rubbed, nudged, and poked in a rhythm like a giant pulse. She cried out in astonishment, in appreciation at being touched in that right place.
Y/N’s legs twined about his head and shoulders desperately, she was beginning to buck her hips, beginning to come. She bit her lip to suppress a moan as her skin exploded into flames. Holy fuck, Stephen.
“Let me hear those noises, sweetheart,” he crooned against her sensitive flesh, making her wither under his subsequent licks.
She moaned gutturally, her hands grasping fistfuls of the sheet on either side of her hips as a shudder shook her head to toe.
Stephen smiled and gently began to pet her with his fingers. He glided one finger along the gaping cleft, then very slowly and gently penetrated her. Y/N whimpered. He touched her lightly at first, testing her with one finger, moving carefully. Then he stretched her with two fingers, curling them upward as his thumb began to rub tiny circles. He never took his eyes away from her, listening to her breathing speed as his curled fingers found her spot inside. He bowed his head in admiration, bringing his lips to the top of her inner thigh, teasing her before taking the flesh into his mouth and sucking with abandon, while continuing the movements of his hand. It was an extraordinary combination.
Y/N put her own hands on her breasts and her palms rotated the nipples.
He took her again in his mouth until she was weak and quivering, fondling her breasts until they were swollen with hot blood, the nipples stiff.
She tightened even more around his stroking finger and he increased the speed and depth of the thrusts. She reached the peak swiftly, spasms of her pleasure shuddering through her entire body, pelvis rising from the bed as if seeking something in the air.
He reached up his free hand to rub her quivering belly and fondle her breasts. She jerked and made a little sound, and he raised his head to look down at her. Heat bloomed over her cheeks as his thumb brushed over her nipple.
Yes,” she whispered, all her senses hyper-focused on the overwhelming touches.
Stephen kissed her, his mouth skimming over her taut abdomen.
“Harder,” she pleaded but he paid no heads.
He was kneading her breast gently, and when his mouth finally reached her nipple and closed over it, she moaned and clutched at his shoulders, her hip bucking against his fingers, her senses nearly drowned by the waves and waves of burning pleasure.
Along with those waves came those strange creatures: gratitude and hunger. Gratitude at being touched in the right place, in the way, at the right time. Hunger for something she was after, something she was trying to achieve, and there was always the danger that she’d miss it, wouldn’t find it, or get hold of it. She couldn’t get enough of him. It felt like a punishment.
A silent invisible wave squeezed and squeezed her hot throbbing sex. She felt her entire abdominal area cramp as it would during her period. It was like the sweet torment he had warned her about. Anytime now, she thought, I would burst like a sea fish held under the tap water.
The entire torrent, the pulsing flood of sensation, sent her over an unseen barrier, and she slid, throbbing, down, down, down into hot squeezing pulsing incognizance.
“Oh my God, Stephen,” she squealed as a spray of fluid came gushing out of her pussy and soaked the sheets beneath them.
“Had told you,” he whispered near her ear, “I could do better.”
After regaining some of her senses, she tugged free of the blindfold. As her eyes adjusted, she saw him emerging from the washroom, drying his hands in a towel.
“I’m so sorry,” Y/N said, tears blurring her vision.
Stephen immediately went to her on the bed and scooped her up into his strong arms. “What's the matter, baby?”
“The bed’s a mess,” she cried, burying her face in her hands, “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s just a little wet, it’s no big deal. Are you…are you embarrassed about squirting?”
He watched her face turn red with shame beneath her hands, and he gently pulled them away from her face, shaking his head at her.
“No, no. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I loved it. It’s so fucking hot. It meant I had given you the most pleasure.”
Once he was sure she was over the edge, he asked her to lie on her stomach and wait for him. He held an unfamiliar bottle, squeezing out a generous amount of lube into his palm, then bending over and rummaging through his toys.
She swallowed hard glancing at the beaded silicone toy, “I couldn't take that…”
“Have you ever tried?”
She shook her head.
“It won't be nasty,” he said, “trust me.”
“I want to but that thing is scary.”
He obliged, tossing it back from where it came and settled, parting her legs.
“Tell me when it gets uncomfortable,” he said, sliding his fingers between her legs. She nodded into the pillow, mumbling okay.
The fingers of his right hand trailed through her cleft, gathering up her arousal, and then continued its indecent path up, slipping between her cheeks. He swirled over the taboo spot, each circle smaller than the previous one until the tip of his index finger was there, pushing gently to gain entrance.
“How does it feel?”
“Weird.”
Her breath came out stuttered. He was naughty and corrupt. But he stopped the movements at once.
“There are a lot of nerve endings here.” His finger resumed its swirling, proving his point. “Trust me sweetheart I won’t be doing anything that could remotely hurt you. And I would stop whenever you want me to.”
“Okay,” she murmured.
A shudder rolled down her body as his finger probed the ring of muscles.
“Squeeze and relax,” he guided.
She did as instructed, making little ‘uhs’, as his finger slipped through the virgin muscles of her asshole.
Shame and euphoria battled in her mind as his finger slowly, gently thrusted in her. Her thoughts swirled wondering how she ended up here. She was supposed to be on the giving end. Giving him penance. Instead, he was in charge, finger fucking her ass.
With no warning, she climbed the cliff and jumped off as heat bloomed from deep within her.
Y/N felt tired and sore but she didn’t care. She couldn’t get enough of him. She wanted him inside her. She wanted the ache. She wanted to squeeze him in. She wanted to watch his face. She wanted him in ways she had never wanted anyone before. It was like something had been invented. By him in that very bed. Or something he had unleashed. It was something raw she couldn’t put her finger on.
Finally, when he returned to her side, she got on top of him like her original plan. Her palms rested on his chest, as her hips moved to press and rub her swollen lips against his groin.
She’d never done it before. And couldn’t really believe she was doing this. It felt like she was in charge.
He watched with a hooded gaze as she reached back, held him and tried to put him in.
“Condom,” he reminded her but she denied it.
“I’m clean of STDs if that’s what you are worried about,” she spoke, guiding him in. She was so hot and wet, he slipped in faster and deeper than she anticipated.
“The way you came over my fingers, I can guarantee that you have barely ever fucked anyone.”
She snorted and squeezed her muscles making him hiss.
“I don't want you to get preg-”
“I’m on birth control for medical reasons.” She squeezed him again, “Can you come? Just from this?”
Stephen smirked. “I might if you try harder and longer.”
She continued to clench around him, rotating her hips, and rocking softly until he went mad. He bucked, splitting her in two. His hand flew to her waist, holding her body, lifted her off and drove her down impaling on his cock.
One thrust was enough to have her addicted, he knew that well, so he let his hands rest under his head.
She repeated the action, again and again, ramming herself down on him. Her thighs burned with the exertion. Sweat dampened her forehead and hair as she rode him, her breasts bouncing between the force of gravity and the thrusts. However, she was getting fatigued.
She gave in when his strong, capable hands wrapped around her and pulled him closer towards him. Her head rested on his chest as his hands caressed her back. Then he slammed into her, so deeply, she thought it couldn’t be possible. Wordlessly he proved her mistaken as he did it again and likewise. It felt like he was making her from the inside out. He speared her, plunged inside her, crushing her into him.
She was close and could tell by the way the muscles in his chest tightened, he was close too. She saw his jaw bulging as he gritted his teeth, trying to keep from coming as long as he could. She wanted him to come. To lose control. Just like she had.
Closing her eyes, Y/N channelled the heat of her orgasm to squeeze him, and at just that moment, she felt his cock jump inside my body, seemingly growing even bigger than it had been, then half a second later blasting his hot semen inside her.
Somehow, after many minutes of silence, they smiled at each other and laughed.
“We should do it another time at least,” she said, finger doodling on his bicep.
“Studying or having sex?”
“Both,” Y/N replied, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
Stephen hummed in agreement, “We should do it regularly.”
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Like what? - S.Strange
Pairing: Stephen Strange x reader
Genre: just smut 🤤🤟🏻
Warning: none
Word: approx 900
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The door slammed shut behind him as your boyfriend stormed in, growling, “I’m mad.”
Cutting your eyes at him, you snapped, “Don’t break my freaking door.”
Stephen was at your side in a heartbeat, leering over you with a very frustrated and equally hungry look on his face. “I like when you yell at me,” he flirted, cocking an eyebrow.
Scoffing, you rose to meet him, grabbing the collar of his shirt in your hands. “You know, when you’re needy, it’s really obvious.”
“I tried,” your boyfriend whined, winking dramatically at you. “Now, can you help me with this really big problem in my pants?”
Pouting your lips, you teased, “oh, big problem, you say?”
He nodded, puffing up his cheeks to look cute and pathetic. Gosh, did it work.
“You seem tense and stressed,” you crooned, gripping his biceps and massaging them before working your way to his chest.
Swallowing loudly, Stephen grabbed your hips and kneaded at your waist.
“I’ll make you a deal,” you said softly, bringing your lips to the side of his neck and pressing a loud, open-mouthed kiss.
“Mm, what’s that?” he hummed, tightening his hold on you.
You stared into his eyes and told him, “I’m going to bend over the back of this couch and let you fuck all that stress out, on the one condition, I better finish.”
“Fuck yes, you will,” he growled.
Smirking up at him, you pecked a quick kiss on his lips and followed your promise, spinning on your heels and grabbing the top of the kitchen counter. With your plump butt offered to him in shorts, he drew a blank, standing there with his jaw slacked before he came back to his senses.
The belt jingled and his jeans hit the floor around his ankles. A hand slid between your thighs, fingers working their way around the material of your shorts and panties before pushing between your lower lips. You braced your forearms on the cold surface of the counter and bit your lip, inhaling sharply as a digit pumped inside you.
“You’re wet enough,” Stephen rasped a moment later, yanking your panties and shorts down your legs, without bothering to free them from your ankles. A second later, the head of his member was at your entrance.
“Mmph,” you exhaled as he thrust into you, bruising your hips with his restraint. He curved gently at first, steadily picking up speed until he couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Damn it,” Stephen groaned, squeezing your waist in a death grip as he pounded into you, letting out all his stress and anger and borderline exhausting himself.
Your legs buckled at this, struggling with the intensity of his thrusts into your core, and you wavered on tiptoes, trying to use more of the counter where it has dinner over there for balance.
In a heartbeat, Stephen wrapped his arms around your waist, driving you back into his chest. His hand was at your jaw, turning your head so he could lick at your lips before sliding his tongue between them. Fingers moved to your clit, rolling and pinching at the rhythm of his hips.
"Steph..." You whimpered, your eyes rolling, and your back instinctively slumped down into the frigid surface, both of your legs on his firmly gripped arms. “S-so good, babeㅡ“ all you do while he works hard on his sex-making job is only whine beneath him, every move of his hips thrusting in and out eagerly more than you could bear, it's smack your face and showing you how wet you are.
“Shh…” he grunted, bumping your core more speedy and pulled out when he sensed you reach your cloud nine before him just as usual, Stephen grins that you finally splash out to your orgasm juice all at once. He then holding you against him possessively while chasing the high for you both. And when you put out your tongue in lots of pleasure, his white sticky cum splashes all over your face.
“Ahㅡ you made me came so fast, Y/N.”
”Hmm, and your taste so good.”
You laughed as you licked your lips and bite your fingernails, you spotted him slip his cock and release even more sperm on your stomach. His stiff cock, which still stands upright and points at your face, is quite endearing.
Stephen isn't done with you yet, and you know it, which is why he has got his hand on your hips again. When his tip slides, circling on your wet fold, till he pushes it into you and buries his palms on the back of your head, you begin to quaver moan once more.
He starts to fuck you again, this time slowly as you always pleasing.
“I really want to stay like this forever,”
“Like what? Like this?” With chuckling, you brushing his sweaty hair on his brow upward. “Then how we gonna walk while your dick inside me ‘like this.’”
He smirked, shrugging. "Maybe like this." Then he quickly lifts you up off the counter, his muscular arm now pressing on your spine to support the weight of you. It makes you scream with thrill, tie your legs around his quickly, your palm confusedly gripping his shoulder and then wrapped around his neck, his hard cock too deep.
“Oh一” you cried out, shuddered and grasping for breath, “fuck, oh my, fuckㅡ Stephen!”
“I got you, baby girl.”
oi oi
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Last Name: Strange | S. Strange
pairing: dr strange x female!reader
wc; 1.3K
warnings; angst </3
synopsis: everything he’s wanted at his fingertips…
a/n: first time writing for the doctor! so I hope it’s good <3
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Something had gone wrong.
Terribly, terribly wrong.
He wasn’t quite sure what had gone wrong, just that something had. He could sense it, traveling from his fingertips all the way to his heart. One minute he had been casting his spell, and the next, he felt a shift, and now he was here.
Stephen brushes his hand on his shirt, glancing around the busy street and trying to place a familiar sight. This was still New York, the same Empire State in the distance. But he knew better, there was a hint of something in the air, and Stephen knew to always trust his instincts. He thinks through his options and concludes that the best one is to find the sanctum. If he's right, he assumes he was in another universe and that they probably had their own Dr. Strange. He always did want to meet another version of himself. The question was, would they be best friends or enemies?
He walks down the familiar streets, noting that the names are consistent and nothing looks out of place. Which was a little odd given he had yet to find out what made this world different from his. Yet, that idea was quickly negated when he stepped foot in front of his home.
He could feel the energy wrapped around his wrists, and it wasn’t his. Someone else was here — someone that wasn’t him. He takes careful steps towards the door, sparks flying from his fingers just in case. The doors open with ease, and his eyes narrow in anticipation. He takes a careful step inside, hands up in defense as he prepares for whoever is guarding it to start a war. But no one enters and the doors slam shut behind him. He lowers his guard, left with nothing but the orange glow of his magic. The feeling was stronger now. It was so familiar on the tip of his tongue, like something from his past he can’t quite capture.
At the sound of footsteps, his hand flies out, a spell flying at the intruder. But they easily deflect it with their hand. “That’s not necessary.”
And that’s when Stephen knew what the feeling was. It was the feeling of you.
He watches as you descend the stairs, hood falling back to reveal the same eyes he always loved. He knew for sure what had gone terribly wrong. You stopped at the end of the stairs, tilting your head.
“You’re not from here, are you?” You asked softly.
Your voice is light, airy, and sweet like he remembered it. You were exactly how he remembered you, down to the curve of your nose. It makes his stomach lurch as he stares at what must be a joke.
“What gave it away?” He asked, trying to keep his voice steady as he meets your glassy eyes.
You point towards the Eye of Agamotto around his neck. “I’m the only person allowed to wear that.”
He shrugs, playing arrogant though his heart aches deeply. “That all?”
You press your lips into a thin line, feeling the weight of the room on your shoulders. “Well, that and Stephen Strange is dead.”
He wasn’t sure why that shocked him so much. Maybe he really was arrogant enough to believe he couldn’t die. But it was only after you said that did he notice the frown on your lips and the dark circles under your eyes. He glances around the Sanctum and notes the condition of dust and darkness. A place that wasn’t very suited to the you he knew. “Funny, where I’m from, (Y/N) (L/N) is dead.”
“It seems we’re not exactly the same variant then.”
Stephen quirks a brow. “How so?” He wanted you to so desperately not be a carbon copy of her. Yet, by the looks of it, you were. Nothing about you was different except for maybe the whole sorcerer supreme thing. He’s not really shocked by it. You were always so determined. He doesn’t doubt this Earth was lucky to have you. He just wishes he did too.
“My last name isn’t (L/N),” You said with a soft frown. “It’s Strange.”
Stephen’s lips part as his eyes fall to the ring on your finger. It’s identical to the one buried in his sock drawer. The one that should have been around your finger until…
You both stand in silence. Stephen, desperately trying not to shed a tear or kiss you. He’s dreamed of this day for so long, but now that it was here? It felt like a nightmare — it was a nightmare. He couldn’t stay. He got a taste of what he finally wanted, only for it to be taken away moments later. He often thought of doing it himself, going back to that night and changing it. You weren’t dead, you couldn’t possibly be dead, and if there was any proof, then it was this Dr. Strange.
You take a deep breath. “It’s weird, isn’t it? Everything you’ve ever wanted is right in front of you, and yet…” You trail off, sniffling at the end. Stephen wasn’t sure what happened to your Stephen. Maybe the same thing to him, but obviously, this Stephen had gotten lucky enough to marry you. He would kill for that opportunity. In fact, that thought has crossed his mind a few times. He could utter a few words and rewrite history as he knew it. Somehow though, the idea of everything he would miss out on stopped him. Not to mention the chances of him succeeding were little to none.
“Yeah,” Stephen chokes out in reply. He stares at his boots, refusing to look at you. He fears if he does, he might never go back.
Your fingers drift towards your ring, twisting it around your finger as you try to think of what to say. “Did she lead you on this path?” You gesture towards his outfit and the cloak.
Stephen nods, recalling the night his life changed forever. All it took was one accident, one mistake, and he found himself in the worst pain imaginable. A pain that didn’t go away, even after everything. Even after years and years, anniversary after anniversary.
“He led me on mine too,” You whispered. “I always did wonder what would have happened if it was me instead.”
And here Stephen was, wondering the exact same question. He finally looked up again, realizing just how broken you looked. It didn’t matter who died — the outcome was the same. One Dr. Strange, broken and just as alone.
“Did you ever try going back?” He blurts out.
You let out a small laugh, “Of course I did. I got so close once I could see him, but what good would it do?”
“You’d get to be with him again,” Stephen replied. “Is that not worth everything?”
“It is,” You whisper, lip trembling. “But I can’t change what made me who I am. Besides, you’re proof of my theory. I chose to believe that in the infinite number of worlds, we had to make it on one of them.”
Stephen shakes his head. “Do you really believe that?”
A tear slips down your cheek. “I have to.”
“Or else?” Stephen probes.
“Or else I’m going to beg you to stay here.”
“And I wouldn’t say no.” He takes a tentative step towards you, wiping the tear from your cheek and meeting your eyes again. Your eyes are so full of life, youth, wisdom, and all the things he wanted to see from you. The eyes of his wife.
“I still love you,” He whispered, letting his own tears feel as you pull him close. He knew this was dangerous. He might give in and just stay. He would never know what happened back home. This was home — you were his home.
“I still love you too,” You said. “And I know in some other world, we’re happy.”
“Perhaps we can indulge in that fantasy here just a little longer?” Stephen suggests, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. He just needed a few more moments with you.
“You know what happens if we do.”
Stephen pulls back, pressing his forehead to yours. “I know, just please, five more minutes.”
“Five minutes could be forever.”
“If only it was.”
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‘Sincere’
Dr Strange x fem! reader
- OH MY FUCKING GOD. this is the longest smut fic i’ve ever done and i think it’ll remain my fav forevermore. dom!Stephen has me feral no joke. enemies to lovers is my niche. it’s my baby and i’m feeding y’all bc i spent so damn long on this one. enjoy u sluts x
he’s so fine i just wanna bake for him
Who's fault was it?
No one really knew.
It was simply one of those things the universe designed even though it was completely manufactured by you and Stephen alone. Resentment is a funny thing, it was a hilarious thing when you and Doctor fucking Strange were involved - how can two people who work together hate each other on such a cellular level? You weren't even sure how he even had the grounds to hate you, to be so sure of something when you couldn't even place how he even got to this conclusion. Well...that's a lie. It was something that you couldn't even get into. It wasn't even about petty insults or arguments anymore. Stephen was seriously messing with your head in ways you simply didn't have the time to comprehend.
Stephen was always so fast. Obnoxious. Relentless and an aphrodesiac.
He honestly thinks he has the skill set to fuck every woman he sees, it wasn't unheard of. Stephen Strange believed himself to be this sauve master of pulling women, knowing what makes them tick, knowing how to get them down and dirty for him. Prince fucking Charming...well…without the sunny personality and gentlemanly persona. Did he even know what object permanence was? Stephen was never one for relationships, this was something everyone knew and believed. His work, his duties always came first but he was prone to entertaining sometimes. Everyone knew he wasn’t one for relationships.
He literally believed that himself. Relationships were never really on the cards for a guy like him. But now, you were the card counter, skewing his game, cheating the game he himself made up.
You were stubborn. A tick under his skin. Born to hang on, born to win, born to never give up or change your opinion and the one he's come to expect the most from you- you were born to never finish an argument. Arguments between you and Stephen can brew out of lot of things, stupid things, casual things- anything. Mission plans. Choice of weapon. Coffee. Fucking laundry. You would bicker like an old married couple and it was becoming distracting to the point where it would make people talk- at Kamar Taj, the Sanctum and the Avengers Compound. You both weren't safe anywhere. The last time he fucked you over it had gone too far, he exploited his photographic memory to point out every single thing you did wrong on the battlefield. Stephen can mock you, judge you for your rotten personality but he could never ever insult the way you carried out your work- he couldn't take that away from you. What made it worse is that he literally did it infront of everyone, your friends, peers and the people you respected.
The whole situation made you frustrated. And when the frustration builds and you think you could explode- you take a deep breath. You want to shout at his face, have a tantrum and beat your hands on the ground like a spoiled brat or rich kid that always get what they want. You want to vent, find the softest parts of him and just twist the knife. But do you really want to stoop to his level? It's just so easy to be cruel in the moment and then after that the damage is done- but that's the pussy way out, something someone with better judgement would obviously do. You weren't feeling warm and fuzzy about him at all, it was time to turn the tables on Stephen.
It was your turn to do your own sleuthing. It was more than he deserved.
Stephen was out of the Sanctum and you had nothing better to do...so you decided to do some snooping. A man always hides his secrets in his room and Stephen was no ordinary man so whatever he's hiding will defintely be worth your while.
Angry isn't a rational look on Stephen. He felt that there was a ghostly cord hanging upon his spine and pulling him back like a puppet on a string. You were the puppetmaster. As with most primitive emotions, when anger is directed by the logic, empathy and creativity of the higher brain, it becomes an element of the hero personality. Stephen often questioned if he was a hero sometimes, he definitely wasn't the hero in your story...he couldn't be after everything you've both been through. Women weren't a mystery to him. You weren't a mystery, you were a whole goddamn conspiracy. It's weird and it's like you took a small bite out of his brain and it sent him in a permanent zombie state. Stephen was at his wits end.
The Sanctum was like a barren landscape, no one was there and a sigh of relief escaped you. You were at Stephen's bedroom door and you actually felt a twinge of anxiety sever your nerve endings. He was so cunning, you were sure he could jump out at you at any moment.
The door was fucking solid, etched in ancient oak and runic markings. You were surprised when you tried for the door handle and it opened, creaking it open you were happy to see that he wasn't there. Your first thought when you viewed his room that it was so fucking Stephen. Perhaps you had paid a little more attention to him than you had realised. The thought was startling. Spellbooks were strewn all over the room, did he even take care of his sacred relics? They were priceless. The walls were artifact adorned and priceless paintings were hung and championed like trophies, you couldn't stifle your eye rolling at his pompous nature. It was like he was dedicated to being pretentious. Other than his books, his room was immaculate. He was such a clean freak and it obviously it had to come out in a place that he was supposed to be the most comfortable in. Stephen's bed was massive, it was so regal and royal. You wondered how many women he fucked in this very bed. The kind of positions he put them in, how many times he made them cum. You frowned at the thought.
Why should you even care?
Your legs instantly gravitated towards his bedside table. Men hide all sorts of things in their bedside table. You had to be quick, you had a mission briefing in like twenty minutes and you were sure the rest wouldn't be happy if you showed up late. Stephen's bedside was neat but it was freakishly neat, too neat- you knew he was hiding something. You opened it up and you damn near stopped breathing.
Your heart stopped. Full throttle.
The drawer was full of sex toys? You scoffed, eyes paling at the sight. Your fingers traced over the velveteen and you had to bite your lip to conceal your shit eating grin- now this was interesting. You pulled out and examined the silk blindfold. Blindfold? Jesus Christ. Stephen was into kink? Of course he was, it was glaring, clear as day but you couldn't really contain the extent of your surprise. Why was this pleasing you so goddamn much?
It's so telling.
What really caught your attention was these silver metal balls that were strung together by a thick woven string. Oh? You were curious as to what these did...how did Stephen- what did he….? Absolved in your own thoughts that you simply couldn't bridle, you couldn't even hear that Stephen was at the door.
He was stood there, bewildered at first to see you in his space, in his room. Stephen should've been mad- seething actually especially at you but he just let you do your snooping. You were such a curious little thing, curiosity was your on button and he honestly thought it could get you killed. But in this case he'd allow it, considering that look. He was pleased.
Very pleased indeed.
Why isn't he angry with you right now? Why isn't he screaming and yelling at you to get out? He was gawking at you like a fool but he was enjoying it, seeing you come to so many new revelations about him and what he was really like and what he really wanted.
‘’What are you looking for?’’ Stephen finally cracked through the silence with a condescending question. He knew what you were doing and you felt like you were being scolded by the principle for cheating.
‘’Uhm…dirt.’’ You said with a fake plastic dazzling smile.
‘’You find anything?’’ He raised a quizzical brow, already knowing what you were looking at.
‘’I'm finding out things about you that you'd rather go unseen.’’
‘’Are you blackmailing me?’’ Stephen asked as he was treading over to you, hoping to intimidate you slightly but you weren't backing down.
‘’No. I'm threatening you.’’
‘’Oh you're cold.’’ He smirked down at you, attempting to pysche you out to make you feel off your game but you were at your wits end, you were simply not prone to his mind games anymore.
‘’And you're a masochist. You get off on this?’’ You smirked at him as you dangle the silver balls inbetween your faces.
Stephen scoffed. ‘’You're probing on my private life and now you're morally policing me?’’
You had a puzzled look on your face and Stephen revelled in it. He took the time to look at you in this resolve and he simply couldn't resist applying a label on you- stunning- when you weren't pelting him with insults and ransacking his room, but it did build his adrenaline when you finally saw the real him. Passionate. Rageful. Intimate. You had a pretty face, a banging body...why not make you squirm and have fun in the process.
‘’What even are these?’’ You recoiled as you held them, genuinely confused as to what they did. How did you even wear them? What did they even do?
A devious idea was mentally forming in his head, although he wasn't sure if you'd agree to it, especially considering your feud. But you were here, peacefully discussing the use of sex toys. You'd definitely leave if you didn't want to be here. You were smirking up at him and he let a sly smile form on his face. God. He wanted to fuck that stupid smirk off of you. It'll happen soon enough.
‘’What, you want me to give you a crash course or something?'’ Stephen stared down at your glassy eyes, so unclear of what you were thinking.
Come on, you needed to give him some sort of direction, you were awfully distracting. He didn't have the time to bend you over now.
Your mouth was running itself before your brain could even check it.
‘’Yes. Actually.’’ You confirmed and Stephen couldn't really fathom you saying those words. Yes! ‘’Surprise me.’’ You chided, you seemed way too chipper about this idea.
Fucking hell. You felt the density of the air changed immintently, it thrummed against your brainwaves. Flirting? With Stephen Strange? Now he was going to show you...whatever those balls do.
Shit. He could make or break you right now.
‘’Open your mouth.’’ Stephen ordered softly. Your face paralysed in shock at his request and you found yourself mindlessly obeying his command-your curiosity outwon you again.
Your mouth popped open and Stephen was satisfied that you actually did what you were told for once.
Fuck, that mouth of yours. Your lips. Your body. He had blinders on it before but now you were flaunting yourself off for him, only him- even if you were disguising it at as an educational opportunity.
Stephen thought that you were as dirty a he was. He slipped the balls in that sweet wet mouth.
‘’We need to get them wet. Suck.’’ Stephen hummed, completely satisfied with himself. Although that was shaken when your eyes just widened and you weren't actually doing anything.
‘’I'm not gonna ask again.’’ His head tilted down, eyes darkening as he warned you again. He didn't have time to. You actually took his warning though, wich he was equally as surprised by.
You began suckling on it, they were smooth and cool and your mouth had a bizarre reaction to it. Jesus Christ. Images of you down on your knees sucking him off, choking and gagging around him made his dick twitch in his pants. What was he, fourteen? You flashed him a brazen look, giving him those fuck-me eyes, batting your lashes as if you were this innocent little thing- all lies. Sweet lies. Stephen dragged them out of your mouth and you let them go with a pop, letting out a shaky exhale afterwards.
‘’What was that for?’’ You asked and blinked up at him dumbly. You didn't even realise how pathetic you sounded.
‘’You'll see.’’ He quipped and that just made you even more nervous. ‘’Now turn. Bend over.’’ He said under his breath, attempting to conceal his obvious smile. You tensed yourself when he thought of you as that breakable. You were not breakable. Hell no.
Stephen Strange asked you to bend over. Fucking bend over. What was he going to do? What did he want to do? You never once imagined yourself doing what he asked, but once again you did. Lust can be fun, not trustworthy, but you didn't have time to think it through properly, no time under that dark deceptive gaze.
You bit your lip and perched yourself on his bed, arms holding you up. Wiggling your ass too to show that you can flirt. You shot him a teasing look and Stephen just wanted to take you now but you both had a mission briefing in about ten minutes.
Watching in pure disbelief, Stephen lowered to his knees and it was such an unexpected sight- you were sure you were dreaming. He had this stupid smug look on his face and it was so irritating, the anticipation and suspense was killing you. It was driving you mad. You shivered when Stephen pulled down your pants, it was fairly easy- you had no objections. He was face to face with your sweet ass, your underwear was cute, black, simple. Stephen wondered what you would look like in fine lingerie and sky scraper Louboutins. Nothing but Louboutins.
"Stephen... what-?’’ You were shaking, you couldn't even get out what you were trying to say without stammering like a jittering fool.
‘’Shh…Keep still for me.'’He cooed at you as he brought the balls up against your skin and it made goosebumps break out in hives.
Stephen pulled your underwear to the side with one finger and positioned the balls on your clit. You let out a breathy gasp as you felt him put them there, it was such a different sensation. It felt so heavy. So good. Your eyes widened at the feeling, mouth agape like a pathetic idiot. Any other day you would've reprimanded yourself for acting like this...but today was different. He was basking in the glory of the sounds you made, whimpering and whining even though you were trying to bite them back.
Stephen smiled when you let out a dry chuckle, he planted a kiss on your asscheek to show his appreciation. He pulled your pants back up and you were honestly feeling faint, the sensation of those metal balls on you finally showing up.
‘’Stand and turn around.’’ He demanded again.
You swallowed as you picked yourself back up and turned around. The look painted on his face told all, sly smile, bright eyes- he was up to no good. He hasn't even told you what they do yet. You let out a shaky exhale as the proximity between you was growing smaller and smaller.
"So Dr Masochist...floor me.’’ You teased.
‘’Oh just you wait and see.’’ He taunted and you frowned.
What the fuck? Was he seriously about to hold out on you? You had a fucking mission briefing in five minutes.
‘’Are you kidding?’’
‘’Let's see how you feel after the meeting's over.’’ You wanted to bash his face in.
You let the words settle in you and even then it never fully registered. this had to be some sort of practical joke, just another way to embarrass you. Now that was something he got off on. When you stared back into his eyes, it only confirmed he was deadly serious- but then again when was he not serious? Even when he was trying to flirt he was all serious and hard features.
There's no way this could end well...but you wouldn't be you without taking a few risks.
‘’Stephen, you can be so obtuse sometimes but I didn't think you'd be actually fucking crazy. For all I know, maybe this thing you put on my pussy is actually a fucking bomb or something.’’ You said breathlessly, contemplating whether or not this toy was actually a secret torture device- it would just twist the knife within you and you wouldn't be able to live it down.
Stephen would be able to hold this against you forever.
‘’A bomb? I haven't reached that level of kink yet but I'm sure we'll get there eventually.’’ He bit his lip as his eyes thinned down on you, completely enjoying himself and how these events may actually unfold.
Stephen grabbed your arm after conjuring a portal to the Compound and his touch made you shiver, your body had a viceral reaction to his touch and it honestly just left you confused as he pushed you through the portal alongside him.
‘’We?’’ You questioned as you raised an intense brow. The gall. The cheek he had to say we. It surprised you- in the best way.
‘’Mhm. Let's see how you fare.’’ Stephen muttered as the balls of your feet hit the Compound marble, trodding your way to the meeting room to be briefed for tomorrow.
‘’You really have no faith in me and I think that's the main reason why we don't get along.‘’
‘’That confidence is going to shatter soon. See, I'm being nice and I'm warning you about it.’’ He scoffed and you honestly felt everything within you shaken up.
Stephen couldn't wait to see the look of excrutiating arousal on your face during this whole debacle; he'd simply treasure the moment and taunt you for it later but for now he just wanted an outline of what your beautiful face looked like when you came. Just a morsel of what's to come, this switch in dynamic was...different. Heavier than hate. He liked it. A lot. When other people and other agents in the Compound saw that you and Stephen were walking together. You weren't arguing or having a screaming match you were both just walking. Their mouths were agape in shock and any other day you would have been joining them in their disbelief, he was smirking and smiling at you like an idiot and that was more than enough to make other people think and question.
‘’Stop smiling at me. You look like a psycho.’’ You mumbled at him under your breath but you couldn't say anything either, you were smiling too. You let out a giggle and your pussy started clenching, a gasp fell through when you felt the balls actually on you. You swallowed and Stephen obviously caught onto it.
You entered the room and you were met with Tony's incredibly unsatisfied frown- you were both late and you felt like you were being scolded at by the principle for your tardy behaviour but Stephen didn't find it in himself to care. However, Tony's frown dropped and his mouth popped open in shock: you and Stephen were sitting next to each other. Like, actually next to each other without clawing each other's faces off. How fucking high are you two right now? Tony had a rule for this shit- no drugs before meetings, get high later preferably with him. He wondered if you had been smoking a fat blunt or took some shrooms or something- there's no way this could possibly be happening, it was simply one of these things that shouldn't be happening.
‘’Oh thank you for finally showing those cheery faces, we all missed you. Now pay attention: this is important.’’ Tony reprimanded but you genuinely couldn't pay attention. Perhaps you had underestimated Stephen's word, the thought was startling.
Throught the meeting, you were just in this zombie like trance, all hypnotized, you couldn't pay attention to any word uttered by Tony or Steve, Natasha or whoever. Your eyes were just fixated on the plain beige wall, lips parted as you gazed off into the distance like you've just been hit in the head with a baseball bat. Stephen stole a few glances at you, you were finally beginning to crack and he had to pretend to be devastated even though it was something he was expectant of. He could barely contain his delight; Stephen was right, he was always right and this was just another example of that- he didn't like the way you always doubted him, he'd show you soon enough. He just had to keep a straight face, but he let himself slip up a little: the corners of his mouth were tugging up slightly and he was trying his hardest to surpress it. You looked so whistful, so pretty, so restless and he was enjoying every second of it; Stephen had never felt himself be lazer focused on any woman but it was always different with you. Always. His eyes widened slightly when your perfect lips parted and you let out a shaky exhale, your breathing was becoming heavier and you obviously tried to hide it by the way your head was darting off to the side, your palm met with the back of your neck and it was heating up so quickly, so rapidly.
Stephen watched intently as you ran your hands along your thighs, he didn't think you'd break apart so quickly. What really did him in though was when you bit your lip to conceal your shallow breaths. It pleased him to an immeasurable degree, although he could read your body, he wished he could read your mind.
You couldn't hide your shaking. You were actually giving in and you hated it, you couldn't embarrass yourself like this. Especially infront of everyone.
You were so damn horny. So fucking wet and tense. Aching for a release.
What exasterbated things though was the way Stephen was looking at you, it was like he was waiting for you to slip up, to catch you out and prove that you were weak. Impatient wasn't even in the ballpark of what you were feeling, so many emotions and sensations were coursing through you, thighs clamped and feet thrumming on the ground. Your leg was jolting up and down and you couldn't control the way your body was reacting.
So that's what those silver balls did.
Washes of arousal throbbed at your pussy and all you could think about was Stephen fucking Strange. You couldn't lie to yourself any longer, you'd be cheating yourself if didn't want him so bad right now. So so impossibly bad. Pain stakingly bad. So bad it's good.
You knew you were done for when Stephen put his large hand on yout jittering leg. His hands were actually on you. In that moment that's when you knew you wanted him to fuck you dumb. Fuck you dizzy. Fast. Hot. Rough. Intimate. Crazy. You were seriously about to lose your mind.
Shooting Stephen a startled look, he knew he got through you and with that in mind he clamped onto your thigh harder. You darted your face away and then you met Natasha's cool and inquisitive expression. Shit. She was onto you. You stifled an agreeable smile but it made her raise an eyebrow, though she finally looked away. Stephen was amused by it all, mostly with the fact he got you like this. So uptight. So tense.
Stephen leaned into your ear and mumbled at you. ‘’Relax. You're going to give yourself away.’’
You wanted to scream a very needed 'Fuck you! I know!' but you couldn't.
When you looked at the clock, only seven minutes have passed. Seven measly minutes. Fucking seven. This fucking meeting was fourty-five fucking minutes fucking long.
It was like fucking was the only word in your vocabulary. You couldn't help yourself, all you could think about was fucking. Preferably fucking Stephen.
Time went on. Time ticked by, it's clicking becoming louder and louder as it pounded through your eardrums. Focus wasn't on the cards for you, but that was a good thing- you didn't realise that the meeting was over. You were thanking the God you didn't even believe in, praising the lucky stars above you for this heavenly moment of mercy. You were about to explode. It wasn't healthy. Heart hammering beneath your heated skin.
Everybody scattered out and now you had Stephen all to yourself, you'll deal with the confused looks and the tangled web of outside judgement later, needing him was the only thing you felt. Stephen made you hang back from the others when you exited the room, his hand on your forearm as he gave you a cunning calculated look. Tingles electrified your body and your heat pulsated at the minor touch- God you felt so pathetic but it was all his fault.
You sighed in relief when he twirled his fingers and made a portal back to his room; Lord, the yearning was impenetrable, unbreakable. It was all so secretive and provacative. Sexy and desperate. Stephen tugged you through the portal as if to hide you away from the rest of the world, shield you from wandering eyes and gazes from men who didn't deserve to even look at you. After finally getting you through safely and closing the portal back up, Stephen loosened his grip on you and let you stand alone as he leaned on his bed frame.
Now. What to say to you? What to do to you? Stephen had you all to himself now and he felt like a kid at Christmas. What a shame, you were so confident you could get through this but yet again he proved you wrong.
He always wondered what you looked like all fucked out and desperate and on days like this, he was so goddamn grateful to have a photographic memory. You stood there, breath shallow and heavy all at once and you were waiting for him to do anything but Stephen's eyes bore into yours intently. Waiting. Watching. Observing. Imagining the array of things he simply could do to make you cum- which wouldn't be too hard to do after what you were experiencing. Stephen got the hard bit out of the way, getting you all horny for him but now he was overthinking the easiest bit: what to actually do.
‘’So. How'd you feel?’’ Stephen's face brightened and you weren't happy. He was just pandering now and you were way too impatient for that- it was clear enough.
‘’Restless.’’
‘’Expected.’’
‘’Impatient.’’
‘’Getting closer.’’
‘’Hot.’’
‘’And?’’
‘’Wet.’’
You gave in, you gave him what he wanted: the cracking, the breaking, the realisation that he shattered you, Stephen was trying to draw this out and it finally dawned on you. Although, you began to question that fact when he made his way over to you, you beat him to it however when you charged at him like a raging bull and just wanting to feel his hands on you. Stephen smirked when he caught onto your wrist in your trajectory and tugged you into him. Your breathless gasp was palpable.
‘’Very determined to fuck aren't you?’’ Stephen pointed out the obvious and it made you roll your eyes.
He gripped onto your jaw to make you realise how serious he was. What kind of man would that make him if he tolerated such rude behaviour! Absolutely not.
‘’Don't be dumb. You're smarter than that. Being dumb won't get you anywhere. So if you want me to put you out of your misery don't be callous and hard-hearted.’’
‘’Are you hard?’’ You asked sensually, already knowing the answer, eyes big and wide and so desperate.
Stephen scoffed down at you.
‘’I said don't be dumb. You're asking the obvious.’’
‘’Don't patronize me.’’
‘’Don't make me punish you for that snotty little attitude’’
‘’I'm not impressed.’’ You scolded even though you were simply on no grounds to.
‘’You're not impressed? Really?’’ You were shocked to see that he was offended.
You nodded at him and it made Stephen's jaw tick, you could hear the bones crunching and grinding together like grit and sandpaper.
‘’Your body tells me otherwise.’’ His voice was low and husky- as if he had never been sure of anything else in his entire life.
‘’You cheated that's why.’’ You stepped closer to him and his grip on your wrist tightened.
‘’Touche.’’ A keen and entirely true obsevation, disarming as always and but he couldn't even care. ‘’You want me to take those balls off or keep them on and edge you?’’
The latter scared you. Him fucking you with them on would make you hornier than ever and to edge you as well? Out of the question- you weren't in the mood for glute jokes.
Your mouth shattered into his, lips capturing lips to capture each other's essence and to say it was bliding and heady was an understatement- you tasted bountiful, fruitful and excessive. There was too much of you, too much sweetness to comprehend, too much sweetness to taste. You were rotting his teeth beautifully. Your distinct taste was making him drunk and it only reinforced that when your tongue tangled with his. Stephen's arm loopholed and travelled around your body when he let go of your wrist, you smirked against his lips when his hands were wandering down the planes of your back to the curve of you ass. You fit his hand perfectly it was insane, like you were designed just for him.
‘’I wanna know what kind of torture you've been going through this evening. You really held your own during the meeting.’’ Stephen was mocking you when you ripped your lips away from his.
‘’You know exactly what.’’ You breathed tirelessly.
‘’Tell me or I'll go slow.’’ Stephen's threat made you pout slightly. ‘’I don't think that'll be fun for either of us.’’ He smiled and you just had to give into his incessant requests.
‘’You. Stuffing me full. Making me leak for you.’’ You exhaled before you leaned in and bit his lower lip and tugged it back. Hard. Stephen was surprised by your gall, you were so desperate to get in his pants you were actually doing what you're told. ‘’ That explicit enough?’’
Fuck this.
Stephen thew you on the bed careless of where you landed, so rough and hasty with his movements; like the need outweighed the practicalities. His body dominated against yours as he fawned over you, he looked like a God. He quite literally felt like a God: omnipotent and omnipresent in his stance. His mouth instantly went to your jaw and he bit down on it so hard you were sure he left teeth marks on you, it made wildfire zip down your core. Fucking hell. This man.
Now… what to do with you.
Stephen grabbed at your shirt and ripped it in two, the fabric tearing apart in both hands and he was happy to see you weren't wearing a bra. Your tits spilled from your top and he threw the discarded remanents to the other side of the room. You clawed and barbed at his back to get his shirt off and for once, he took you by law and did as you motioned. You relentless, tireless thing. Unyielding. Remorseless. He pinned your arms above your head and he ducked down to ghost at your lips.
You were at his beck and call. Under his mercy.
‘’You know what? I never really got the chance to scold you for rummaging through my things. Going into this very room, being perspicacious and then having the gall to threaten me.’ ‘
‘’If it get's you like this then maybe I should do it more often.’’ You bit your lip as you whispered against him.
Stephen didn't like that. At all.
No, no baby.
He had to put you in your place.
Stephen let go of one of your arms and his thick fingers clamped around your neck.
‘’You do not disrespect me, okay? I've been lenient today but you were actually being very impolite. I can't have that.’’ His voice was heavy, gruff and severe.
‘’An astute observation.’’ You sneered up at him. ‘’So you expect me to be under your thumb?’’
‘’Yes.’’ Stephen stated simply, so casually.
‘’You're so brainy Stephen. You're right all the time. I'll wake you up with breakfast and a blowjob. But right now I need you to fuck me. Hard.’’ You vilified and it made time stop in his palm. How dare you? He was livid. He was indignant. Stephen clamped onto your waist and he suddenly flipped you onto your stomach and spanked you.
‘’I don't think that was very sincere.’’ Stephen rebuked as he straddled your ass, his dick pressing into you and it made those silver balls act up again. ‘’You wanna try again?’’ He gave you the chance to redeem yourself and be polite.
You turned your head and looked him dead in the eye as you mouthed the words that would set your course. ‘’No.’’
Stephen's face contorted into an exasperated scowl, you bit your lip trying to be cute and flirt but he simply wasn't in the mood anymore. As a response he just shoved your face back into the pillow as he worked your pants off and discarded them to the floor. Your skin was flawless. Not a single fault on that perfect body.
‘’Stephen…’’You whined as you wiggled your ass against his clothed crotch.
He didn't respond, he just ripped your underwear off and you gasped at the feeling.
Fucking hell, the feel of his hands on you were too much to bare; your brows tensed when he finally pulled those silver balls off of you, your sigh of relief wasn't even one of relief- it was of pure freedom and unbridled bliss. The amount of wetness he had to work with was making him so insanely happy, you were soaked and so ready for him. He smacked your ass again and it was becoming difficult to control the direction of your whimpers and whines- you didn't even know what you were begging for.
The sound of him undoing his zipper made an absurd amount of electricity fall through you, like a number of concrete blocks falling upon you. The air was so heavy and dense- all you could do was wait for him.
‘’You look...pretty almost...like this.’’ Stephen chuckled to himself and head around and you shot him and angry glare.
‘’Fuck you!’ You screamed, voice going hoarse in the process of forming
‘’Isn't that what you've wanted me to do all day?’’ He cocked his head to the side as you smirked at his depravity. You opened your mouth to speak but you genuinely couldn't get the words out.
Stephen registered your silence as a response and he couldn't help but laugh down at you. How cute. He shoved your face back down again and it made you whine into the pillow.
He tugged his cock out and you felt him slap against you...and...uhm. Wow. You didn't even have to look at it to feel how big he was, you were actually worried he would split you in half with something like that and you wondered how you'd be able to walk after he was done with you. Stephen was pleased with your reaction: it was clear you were excited.
‘’Show me how much you missed something you never had.’’ You lifted yourself up again to challenge him and he was more than willing to oblige.
‘’You're dangerous.’’ He whistled and you honestly took that as a compliment. It made you blush.
Stephen was rock solid and he slid into your pussy with an ease he was hoping and striving for. You clenched around him so perfectly, so tight, so well fitted. You felt as good as you looked. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, moaning as he tugged you back into his torso- it was like he was a wall of pure muscle. He liked that you squirmed beneath him, to make you clench around him harder he bite down on your shoulder blade and peppered delicious kisses on that unimpaired skin.
He rutted into you relentlessly, with passion, with a hunger and ferocity you'd only wish other men would have. You were feral for him, a wild cat under him as you arched against him, he clenched his teeth as he saw beads of sweat fall down your back. A symphony of sounds erupted in the dense air surrounding you both, you felt so lewd and naughty- you could only imagine what the others would think if they walked in on you like this. You smirked at the insane thought.
The hopeless amount of pleasure you were feeling was insurmountable and overwhelming, a cyclone of desire began building within you and it was idomitable to bear. Unconquerable. Stephen felt invincible, of course all this hate had to lead to this- fucking you crazy. It was such an intense realisation. With that thought, he pinned your arms behind your back. Shit. He was going faster, brutal, he was unbeatable and it made you whine like a lunatic. How did he do that? How could he do that?
‘’Come on, baby. Be sincere, no one else can see you break...just me.’’ He cooed.
‘’S-Stephen…..Please...I can't h-hold on any longer.’’ You stammered like a jittering fool.
‘’Oh, you can't? Didn't think that was in your vocabulary.’’
"You're w-wrong! Just shut up!'’
‘’Come on rocks, buy my silence. Cum for me.’’ The baritones of his voice sent you into overdrive- his voice alone could make you cum.
The sheer grip in which he held you was enough to drag you to the edge, you couldn't keep it in anymore, your body had given out. Stephen felt your warmth coat him entirely, you were so wet and slick and it made him so happy that he was the cause of that- well, with the help of those balls of course. And with that delighful sound you made as you came undone, he filled you up entirely in thick white ribbons. Jesus Christ, this was the fastest he'd ever came; he was embarrassed by the way he felt like a teenager- he was really questioning his stamina, you wore him out and he wasn't sure if it was for good.
He panted as he rolled off of you and tumbled next to you, completely spent and done for in a matter of sheer moments. You went limp as your body lay flat against the bed, trying to bridle the thoughts swirling in your head.
‘’Did I buy your silence? Was that sincere enough for you?’’ Your mouth was running itself a whole goddamn marathon, honestly just trying to keep up with the brutal pace he set beforehand.
‘’Yes. But be snippy with me like that again and I'll keep those silver balls on you for months.’’ Although he was completely serious of his threat, he did have to admit, he loved your smart mouth- it was so disarming and incredibly charming. He liked this flirtatious banter, he wanted it to continue.
‘’They did all the work for you it seems.’’ You insulted with a bashful smile and a blushed face, already going against his threat.
‘’Oh…that mouth. What am I going to do with that?’’
#dr stephen strange#dr strange angst#dr strange fluff#dr strange x fem!reader#dr strange x y/n#stephen strange smut#dr strange smut#stephen strange#doctor strange x female reader#doctor strange smut#doctor strange one shot#marvel smut
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Stephen Strange reacting to you having a panic attack
Warnings: panic attack, traumatic events.
You were both sat in the library of the Sanctum Sanctorum. Stephen was studying on one of his new spells whereas you were reading your new book. You were sat cross-legged, leaning against a bookshelf and facing another whilst staring in front of you. Stephen was sat at a table with piles of books stacked up on it, legs propped up and facing your direction comfortably.
"You alright over there?" he asked you, snapping you out of your haze.
"Huh?"
"Are you okay?" he questioned before you could give an answer.
You hesitated on whether you were or not. "Yeah, I'm good." giving a small smile before going back to reading your book.
Instantly, you realised you had absolutely no clue what was happening in the story currently so you flipped back a few pages.
You skimmed the paragraphs, until you reached where you had left previously. '𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺... 𝘊𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮, 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘐 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘐 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨' All the memories came flooding back, your hand started to shake but Stephen had gone back to focusing on his spell. You closed the book and set it aside as gently as you could however you didn't manage to do so and dropped it with a loud 'thud'.
Finding it harder and harder to breathe, you rubbed your chest, trying to relieve the pressure. Stephen was by your side now,
"you hadn't noticed your breathing picked up"
"quickened"
#i just found this in the literal DEPTHS of my drafts#this is my second draft ever#the first is a you liked 2500 tumblr posts LMAO#and then the the third is a horrifying anthony mackie x reader one-shot#okay goodngijt#i wonder if anyone would actually read this#stephen strange x reader#doctor strange x reader#dr strange x reader#doctor strange
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I'm not sure if your box is request open rn but if it is, can you write a one shot based on that one scene in dr:mom where stephens getting ready and right after he uses magic to fix his tie, the reader walks in and asks "do you need help with your tie?" because the reader always does his tie for him since his hands are y'know funkied up
Stephen was about to say no but then saw the dress the reader was wearing for the wedding and shuts himself up. He literally pulls down his tie and then asks for help with this stupid smile on his face. The reader didn't pay attention and of course helps him with the tie. During that time, stephen just stares at her, his hands holding onto her waist or smthg and asks about what the reader thinks about getting married.
Sorry if i wrote too much info, i needed to get out as much scenario's in my head cause my exams are in a couple weeks. the perks of being a woman in stem. Plus the lack of doctor strange fics is driving me up the wall :D
Your reflection | s.s.
Pairing: Stephen Strange x fem!Avenger!reader
Summary: Christine’s getting married and you’re going to the wedding with your boyfriend, Stephen Strange, aka her ex. Is he still in love with her or does he want to marry you? Maybe it’s time for you to find that out.
Warnings: fluff, some angst if you squeeze, one suggestive joke at the end, established relationship, spoilers from the MOM trailer I guess
Word count: 1K
A/N: hi! I had so much fun while writing this request!! I love some good old fluff. If you wanna be tagged in my fics or if you have any request, just write them into my inbox. Feedback is always appreciated by a writer! Hope y’all like it. Enjoy! x
Tags: thanks to @mochamori for the request, hope you like it!
Stephen looked into the mirror only to see his tired reflection exchange a glance with him. He shouldn’t have accepted the invitation, but you insisted. So now he had to participate to his ex-girlfriend’s wedding with his current one. That was insane. Absolutely insane. At first, Star-Lord suggested him that it was a plan of yours to discover if he was still in love with Christine. Stephen didn’t agree with that, but he didn’t think that you wanted to come either, so he got confused. Then Wanda came with another idea: you were just being kind to her, because you wanted to study her face on the altar, in order to understand if she was still in love with Stephen. And well, Stephen was definitely upset after that. Turned out, that you just wanted to go to their buffet and you were also friends with Christine. That explanation seemed to convince Stephen, but not entirely, since you weren’t a nurse but an Avenger and there was no way in the world – no, in the universe – that you could have met Christine by chance. You had probably become friends with the enemy some time ago using your smart skills. This is why Stephen had so much trouble into fixing his tie (and also because his hands were trembling), so he decided to use some magic on it.
That was when you came along. You knocked at the door, gently, then you entered into the room with a calm smile on your face. He saw your reflection in the mirror, by his side and he thought that you were stunning. An intense sense of warmth expanded into his chest: you were perfect, the person he had always dreamt of to be with. The girl of his dreams.
“Do you need help with your tie?” You asked, kindly. “Oh, wait…”
Stephen untied it immediately, showing you a childish grin on his face. You chuckled.
“Apparently, yes,” he answered.
So you began to fix his tie again, while his hands were slowly sliding onto your waist. You were wearing a fabulous dress, something that made you appear like you were the one getting married, maybe on the beach, with him, that’s why he asked you for some help to fix the tie. You were adjusting it, your fingertips moving so slow, he thought that he wanted them to caress his cheeks and not a stupid piece of clothing. Maybe he would have liked you to do that for the rest of his life. No, he wanted that.
“What do you think about Christine getting married?” He asked, abruptly.
“Well, it’s cute. She’s gonna wear a beautiful dress and the church is pretty nice, I helped her to arrange everything as you know. I didn’t meet the guy, but she always says that she’s happy, so…”
“No, I mean, what do you think about getting married?” He interrupted you.
You furrowed your brows, your tongue between your teeth, while you were focused on the tie.
“I don’t know Stephen, I never thought about that,” you said.
He observed you and something in your eyes was off. Your hands had even began to shake, when they were always still and firm.
“You’re lying,” he replied, tilting his head.
“What do you mean? I don’t lie”.
“You lie all the time to Wanda, when you steal her stupid yogurt from the fridge. Now tell me what’s going on,” he said, holding your hand, leaving the tie almost fixed.
You swallowed, remaining quiet. Stephen knew that you wanted to get married, because why the hell would you help anybody to prepare a wedding with so much dedication, if you don’t even like the idea of it? You were the kind of person that did things because you wanted to do them, not because you were forced to. Something was bothering you and he wanted to know what it was.
“We’ve been together for how long, uh? It seems a lot of time to me, but time seems to shrink when I’m with you. Once I thought that I was just a replacement because you couldn’t have Christine and I was okay with it,” you said, then he tried to interrupt you, but you kept going. “I was okay with it. But then, something switched and now I can’t think straight when we’re together. Getting married means everything to me, because I thought about it for all my childhood. It would be an honor to me to have somebody like you by my side, no, to have you by my side, whether it’s in a church or on the beach, I don’t care. We could even just live together forever in this apartment and I would be okay with it, as long as we remain in love. But here’s the question: are you really in love with me?” You say. He had stared at your eyes for long enough to see them being filled up with tears. His heart ached for you. “Because I can sacrifice the wedding of my dreams for you, but I can’t stay with somebody who wants another woman by their side,” you added.
Then, he squeezed your hands and you finally looked into his eyes, while some tears were sliding on your face.
“It would be my honor, to marry you, Y/N,” Stephen said and you gave him a brief smile. “There wouldn’t be anything better to me than spend my life with my best friend, a beautiful woman that happens to be patient enough to bear with me,” he said and you chuckled. “And don’t ever try to think again that I don’t feel something for you, because you would underestimate yourself and I don’t want you to do that”.
You nodded.
“Will do,” you said, then you fixed his tie for good. “Now you’re ready”.
“Thank you. Oh, this dress? It would look better on the floor,” Stephen said and you blushed.
“Stephen!”
He laughed, then he thought about his friends and he realized it: Star-Lord was right. Well, too bad he would have never knew that.
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Every Reality
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader
CW/TW: None
Word Count: 164
Summary: You and Stephen are just getting home after finding out the multiverse exists and that starts a conversation about your other reality selves.
"I've never been so happy to be home," I said as I sat down on the couch.
"You said the same thing after Thanos," Stephen said as he joined me.
"But this was on a different level," I said. "That was a fairly basic stop the bad guy with a little bit of time travel situation. This was full on multiverse breaking."
"I know," Stephen said. "It's a whole new territory."
I moved so I was laying down with my head in Stephen's lap.
"What do you know about the multiverse?" I asked.
"Currently not that much," Stephen admitted.
"Do you think there are other us out there?" I asked.
"I'm sure it's a possibility," Stephen said.
"I wonder if our other selves are a couple too," I said. "Or if they even know each other."
"Honestly, I bet in every reality, I still find you," Stephen said with a smile.
"That's a nice thought," I said as I sat up to kiss him.
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Suit & Tie | S.S
Summary: A lovers’ quarrel turned into something quite (un)expected.
Word count: 3.8K (ahahaha! Ooops!!)
Warning: Just a minor spoiler with the wedding!! Established relationship, possessive behavior, subtle passive aggressiveness, jealous sex, exhibitionism, fingering, praise kink, unprotected p in v sex, suit kink (the suit stays on), inappropriate used of mirror dimension, brat taming, mild dom behavior, face slapping, creampied
A/N: are we surprised I wrote this at all? Honestly, it’s just filth. A long ass explicit filth! Grab yourself some water. Maybe shower afterward. No beta, so if missed anything, I apologize. If you enjoyed this, please comment or reblog. It means so much! If you like to get update on my future fic, please follow @wint3r-library
If there was one thing you learned from this was to never tease Strange.
You knew you were treading on dangerous ground when you decided to openly flirt with one of the men there. He hasn’t spoken to you or even acknowledged you, and you were his date–his current lover. You couldn’t help but feel jealous when you knew the type of history they shared. Not to mention that your doctor was looking extra sinful today with that suit after all. It took a lot out of you to just not jump his bone while you two were on your way here.
You could feel him eying you across the room with that piercing gaze of his, trying to take a sip of that martini calmly as possible when he was feeling all sorts of primal urges to drag you back here and showed everyone who you belong to. He knew it was partially his fault for asking you to come here with him just because he couldn’t face Christine himself. He knew it was unfair for you, yet he still insisted on you coming to this wedding as his plus-one. He just didn’t realize you were going to torture him like this. That sort of miscalculation was the reason that he now had to watch his woman talking to another man.
You let out another laugh, which drew his attention away from his own thoughts. This time, he noticed the young man’s hand was getting a bit too friendly on your waist. A brow quirked as he noticed the way you subtly removed his hand away from you with a polite smile, but he didn’t take the hint. Something inside him clicked. He didn’t mind the harmless flirting. What he did mind was the touching part.
No one touched what’s his.
Stephen chugged the rest of his drink and set it on an empty table before he made his way to you. Jealousy was practically seeping out of his pores as he inched closer to you that you couldn’t help but look his way.
“Doctor,” you breathed, welcoming his solace despite the intense gaze burning right through you. As much as you enjoyed teasing Strange, this little game of yours was becoming too nuisance. You were fine until your silly little pawn decided to touch you without your permission. Strange has made it clear to you many times that he doesn’t like anyone touching you, and you were quite aware of the consequences.
Strange would want retribution.
“Darling,” he forced a smile, the kind where his lips pressed together into a straight line and gave you that knowing look. You noticed the way his jaw clenched tightly that the muscles flickered and strained. His strong arm snaked around your waist possessively as he fiercely pulled you to his side. Warmness radiated off his large body and made your body tingle. The smell of his woodsy cologne filled your nostrils, making your head spin. “I’ve been looking for you.”
His voice was polite, but there was an edge to it that made your body shudder by the way his voice dropped an octave lower. Your body ached and throbbed.
“Well, I haven’t gone anywhere. Just here. Talking to a friend while you were busy chatting with Christine,” you replied with a smile.
“I was just catching up with an old friend, that’s all,” he replied back quickly. Stephen narrowed his eyes at the man before him. There was nothing special about him, yet somehow you picked him. The choice itself offended Strange. Surely, if you decided to make him jealous, you could at least pick someone better looking.
The young man was more than thrilled to meet Stephen, but both of you were too busy engaging in the battle of the will to bother to listen to him. Stephen suddenly took you by the hand before the young had time to finish talking. You tried to pull away, but his grip was stronger. You quickly apologized to the young man for your boyfriend's rudeness. Stephen rolled his eyes at that when he heard him calling after the two of you. With a flick of his fingers, the young man’s drink spilled all over himself, which caused a commotion.
“You’re being an ass right now, Stephen,” you hissed as he calmly escorted you out of the crowded room and into the quiet hall. He was walking too fast, taking long strides that made it impossible for you to keep up. The murmuring of the wedding guests in the main hall could be heard even if you and Strange were this far away.
“Oh you love it,” Strange muttered back. His grip tightened around your wrist, practically dragging you at this point. His clear sapphire eyes darkened like a raging storm waiting to unleash. With a wave of his hand, Strange opened up the mirror dimension. Reality cracked, shattered like glass as he dragged you inside. If the two of you were going to lash it out here, he’d rather no one heard about it. The perk of being a sorcerer.
You were still fuming to be aware that you were no longer in your world. “You’re being mean,” you whined as you pulled back, but Strange was stronger. With a quick turn, Strange stopped and pushed you against the stone rail. You hissed at the sharp coldness that pressed against your lower back. He caged you in with both arms on either side of you, trapping you there.
“Said the woman who abandoned her boyfriend.”
“Said the man who can’t get over his ex!” You bit back. You knew how to push his buttons, and right at this moment, you were practically slamming all of them.
You watched his nostrils flare as he inched closer. The smell of alcohol lingered on his breath as the heat of his body radiated off of him, warming you to your bone. You couldn’t tell if you were scared or aroused at this point. He was looking devilishly handsome, and the fierceness in his eyes was more than enough to get you wet.
“Choose your words wisely, darling,” he said in a slow and deliberate voice. A shiver rolled down your spine, and your pussy tingled.
“Or what?” you challenged. The simmering hurt you’ve been feeling all afternoon finally boiled over. “You started this, Stephen. You brought me here so I can watch you gawked over your ex-girlfriend.”
His hand reached out to cup your chin, watching you with half hooded eyes. His expression was unreadable, but whatever he was thinking, you continued anyway.
“So what if I was a bitch for trying to make you jealous? At least I don’t lie to myself, Stephen.” You were mumbling at the last part as angry tears threatened to fall, but you were better than that.
He remained silent but his fingers trained down till he reached the column of your neck. Instinctively, your head tipped back slightly, welcoming his touch. His callus fingers grazed just beneath your jawline, leaving your skin with goosebumps in its wake. Your breath shuddered as your rage slowly dissipated into a longing. You wanted–no you were wishing Stephen to curl those long, slender fingers of his around you. The anticipation made you ache terribly that a whine slipped right out of you.
“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, darling,” he finally said. The gray storm in his eyes still swirling. He was still fuming–still angry at your audacity to humiliate him like that.
“And neither does it look good on you,” you retorted back. Your voice came out no more than a breathless whisper. “But here we are.”
“I will not apologize for the way I acted in front of that man,” he said firmly, his hand trailing down. You let in a sharp intake as he laid his palm flatly against your chest. Your heart beat rapidly, practically bursting out of your chest as you glared up at him. “But, I will apologize for making you feel like I valued Christine more than you…”
You stopped breathing for a moment as your gaze softened. Strange continued, this thumb gently rubbed at your collar bone, eliciting a shaky breath out of you. “Christine will always be a presence in my life, but…she is my past. You on the other hand are my present.” my future.
You swallowed at his admission, realizing how much you have longed to hear those words out loud. How foolish of you to ever doubt him.
Stephen cradled your face in his hands. “Now do you understand why your little game has become a problem?” You couldn’t answer him. “I always thought you are my good girl, but you wounded me, darling. You wounded me and humiliated me. Whatever shall I do to you?”
His deep baritone voice was smooth like velvet. Each word melted off his tongue with a silent promise. You shuddered at what was to come.
“Are you going to break up with me?”
A smirk etched on his lips, cracking his sharp marbled features. His hand was now on the nape of your neck. A sharp exhale left your lips as his lips were only inches away from yours.
“You? Never. You'll always be mine, sweetheart.”
With that, his lips crushed yours, silencing whatever words you were about to say. Electricity flowed in your veins, buzzing and humming as his tongue danced with you. A low moan reverberated from deep within his chest as he pressed his hard body against your, trapping you there. His name fell from your lips like a breathless incantation as his hand roamed your body. His fingertips dug at your side.
Strange was kissing you along the jawline now, nipping and licking you without a thought. A surprised gasp tore from your lips while he hiked your leg up, ripping your dress slightly as he pressed his growing bulge right into your core.
“Stephen…” you managed to mutter before your eyes bulged out when you noticed the waitstaff starting pouring from the reception hall. “Stephen, please they are going to see us.”
He only replied with a grunt before slipping the straps of your dress off of your shoulders and beginning to kiss his way down to your chest. Another shaky breath left your lips as you pleaded with him, afraid to be seen in such a compromising position.
“Stephen…” you breathed when his lips found your mound. His tongue flickered and licked at the stiff bud. “They’re going to see us.”
“Then let them,” he grunted before he continued to suckle on your breast.
You whimper at his onslaught upon your senses, and your knees almost gave out when you noticed one of the staff was walking your way. You clenched your eyes shut as if you could hide your shameless display between your lover. You expected to hear a gasp or a scream, but none.
As you peered your eyes open, that person simply walked past the two of you as if you weren’t there. Confusion painted your expression as you looked down to find Stephen eyeing you with a knowing smirk but your attention was drawn away when he dropped to his knees, pulling your dress off of you till it pooled at your feet.
The cold air chilled your skin as you stood there feeling exposed. His long slender fingers grazed over the back of your thigh, allowing his short nails to drag into your skin slightly. A soft hiss escaped from you as his lips ghosted over your inner thigh. His hot breath fanned over your skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in its wake. Your pussy was pulsating to your quickening heartbeat, dampening the small flimsy fabric that shields you away from his piercing gaze.
“You’re soaking through your panty,” his voice was no more than a soft tremor as he kissed his way up. It was barely a few inches away from your aching core. His fingers probed and pressed against the clothed slit. You sucked in your breath as he grazed his fingers back and forth, and occasionally, he would push them inside you. It took everything in you to not whimper out loud from his torturous touch.
“Stephen, please. Someone will see us,” you pleaded pathetically.
A smile curved at the corner of his mouth before he stood up so abruptly. His hands slide to the curve of your ass. “No, they won’t. We’re in the mirror dimension, sweetheart. I control everything here.”
With a wave of his hand, the scenery before you folded and unfolded, changing the landscape like a kaleidoscope. The stone rail behind you turned into a large panel of a solid wall of glass. You could see cars and buses, even people walking. Yet, they were unaware of the naughty things you and Strange, their beloved sorcerer, were about to do.
“Then—”
“No one will see us here…Unless you want them to. In that case, I can arrange that as well.”
“No! don’t do that, Stephen!” you protested, trying to push him away, but fail.
A surge of excitement coursed through you when he pushed you backward till your back pressed against the cold hard glass. “Hold on to me,” he said before he lifted you up, causing you to yelp out loud. He hoisted you up higher, his hands slid underneath your ass to hold you as your legs wrapped around his taut waist. His lips found yours once again, kissing with a fervor that made your head spin. His straining erection was distinct, pressing against your pulsating core with a euphoric promise.
Your body was practically humming and buzzing at this point. The need to have him take you was the only thing you could think of.
Your attention was pulled back at the soft rumbling. The landscape changed once again as the glass wall slowly turned and folded into what resembled a flat, horizontal surface. Leaning over, Strange laid you there against the see-through floor. The image below was no more than black, moving dots.
The moment you let go of him, Strange quickly tried to shake off his jacket, but you stopped him.
“The suit stays on,” you bit your lips. You didn’t have to say it twice because his mouth was on yours, and he was hungrier than before.
His kiss was tongue and teeth. His fingers dug into your arms, making you wince slightly. You laid there with your head slightly dizzy, clearly drunk from his onslaught upon your senses. His hand was now cupping your breast, holding and squeezing it till you let out a muffled whine.
Tearing his lips away from yours, his mouth lowered to suck on one nipple. You moaned and quivered beneath him. Your hand clenched tightly around his arm. Your head tossed back as a throaty moan ripped right out of your lips. His tongue twirled and flicked over your sensitive bud. Occasionally, he would bite down hard enough to make you hiss before he ran his tongue over it. He repeated this a couple of times until both peaks were erected and straining outward before he moved to press his lips against the space between the valley of your breast.
He released his hold on your breast as he ran his fingers down your rib cage, then lower to your stomach. Further his fingers would go until they reached the juncture of your thighs. A breathless gasp left your lips as he slipped underneath your panty and delved into your welcoming heat. His thumb pressed over your clit, and your body tightened in response.
His lips pulled back into a snarl at the way your wetness coated his fingers.
“So wet and so needy for me, sweetie. I barely do anything to you,” he teased. His was no more than a rumble that set your nerve ablaze. You whispered out his name again as his fingers entered your warm, silken entrance while his thumb continued to press and circle against that swollen small bundle of nerves.
It took all of you to pull yourself together to watch him. His mouth was on your breast, sucking and licking your nipple while his fingers worked you, stroking your deeper and closer toward your ecstasy. You cradled his head there as your fingers combed through that perfectly combed salt and pepper hair.
A low moan rumbled in his chest, sending a soft vibration through you. Your body started to tighten as the coil that sat at the pit of your stomach threatened to snap.
“Baby, I’m very close,” you pleaded in a breathless panting. Stephen growled as he slid his fingers deeper till he was knuckled deep. He was pressing against the spongy spot that made you gasp. He curled his fingers here and there when he withdrew them out of you, eliciting delicious friction that surely pushed you further into the edge. It wasn’t long until you came, straining and spasming beneath him.
Stephen slowly withdrew his hand and watched you with a smirk on his face. He knew he shouldn’t give you the pleasure of cumming, but he couldn’t help the feeling of satisfaction of being the only person that can make you cum without sticking his cock in you. It was an arrogant thought, but he knew he had ruined you for anyone else at this point by the way he spoiled you.
“You’re a brat, Y/N,” he commented as he sucked on the fingers that were fucking you a few seconds ago. “You’re a spoiled, bratty, little cock slut, you know that?”
You whined as you cracked your eyes open. “I shouldn’t even let you cum. I should have just left you here high and dry, but because I'm feeling generous today, I let you cum. And what do I get in return? Humiliation. Do you think I deserved that humiliation?”
You shook your head frantically.
Strange hand suddenly flew to your cheek with a soft smack. You hissed but the suddenness of it. It didn’t hurt. It was more of a surprise that slowly melted into something more primal.
“I’m going to ask you again, do I deserve that humiliation?”
“No, doctor,” you whispered, biting your lower lips. You could feel your slick leaking out and rolled down till he gathered beneath you.
“And what do I deserve?” His pupils were practically blown wide as he stared at you.
“Me.”
Slap. “Wrong answer, sweetheart. What do I deserve–what do I get from you?”
“My tight little pussy,” you said bashfully. You could feel your face getting hotter at that admission. You weren’t good at dirty talking, but somehow with Strange, it was different. Somehow his authoritative demeanor just made you feel the need to please him any way he wanted.
“Good girl,” he praised and you could feel your heart flutter and soared. He pressed his forward head against yours while he took your hand in his. You sucked in your breath when he pressed your palm against his straining erection.
His eyes clenched tightly, mouth hung agape as he was rubbing himself against your palm. His breath shuddered here and there when you squeezed him slightly. His eyes flew open when you began to unfasten his pants and slide them down his hips. He was hard and heavy, ready to fuck all the attitude right out of you.
Grasping his shaft with your shaky hand, you gave him a few tugs first before lining himself at your entrance. Your pussy was practically quaking at the anticipation of being filled by him. You let out a unison moan when you pushed the head of his cock inside your swollen pussy. Strange stopped himself for a brief second, muscles strained slightly at the welcoming heat before he surged forward until he was fully sheathed inside you.
Your gasp mingled with his. You almost went over the edge by the way he stretched you out so deliciously, tormenting you with that desirous friction. He was overwhelming you in the best way possible, and you couldn’t wait for him to rail you to another dimension and back.
His fingers dug into your hips as he began to move. Your eyes widened at the ferocity and the urgency in his pace. His eyes narrowed as a low growl rumbled in his chest. His hands went flat against the space beside her face before he leaned down, pushing himself deeper inside you.
He withdrew himself all the way back and thrust forward, jolting your body slightly with each re-entry. His gaze burned into yours as your body was preparing for another rapture. Stephen leaned back before he reached down and grasped your legs and draped them over his shoulders. He was so much deeper now that every time he thrust forward, he pushed all the air right out of your lungs.
And just when you thought this was it, Strange slid his hands down underneath your ass and he began to really push into you, hard and forceful, sending waves upon waves of onslaught pleasure soaring through your body.
“Yes, yes, yes. Use me, doctor,” you mumbled in between your breathless panting. You came with a quick shout as he continued to pound into you again and again. Your eyes clenched tightly as your body rode out the orgasmic wave.
His nostrils flared, teeth bared as you squeezed him. Strange’s movement became erratic as he continued to withdraw and surge forward while his hands tightened against your hips. He was so impossibly deep, so far inside you that all you could feel is his pulsating cock driving in and out of your quivering heat.
Then he grunted as his body went rigid above you. Every muscle in his body flexed and tightened. His fingers dug into your flesh as he was practically flushed where your body joined.
“Mine,” he grunted almost animalistic as he came into you. Strange continued to thrust, spurting his cum deep inside you. His release seemed endless. You could feel him seeping out of you with every movement.
Then he was out of you.
You winched at the way he was spilling out of you. He was panting as he rolled onto his back. Perspiration painted his forehead. His salt and pepper hair stuck out in various directions.
“I lied,” you mumbled with your forearm over your eyes. “Jealousy does look good on you, doctor.”
Stephen only replied with a groan before he gave your nipple a gentle tug. “Try me again, and I'll have you strung above a building.”
You shivered at that, but you let out a soft chuckle anyway. You knew it wasn’t a threat. You knew what’s capable and willing to do to make his point known, and you fucking love it.
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I Can Help With That | Dr Strange x Y/N
“That is definitely a new strategy to pick up guys.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Never seen someone studying Fitzgerald’s neuroanatomy in a bar unless you have developed some new strategy to pick up brainy guys with that.”
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Warnings: Little smutty
“I’m buying this place,” Tony announced as he drained another glass of whisky.
“You can’t,” Natasha hissed from his side. “You’ll only piss off Pepper more.”
Tony groaned and looked at Stephen, “Does this mean I can’t party at the tower nor buy myself a bar?”
Stephen smiled and nodded, sipping his martini.
“Can’t you do something to change her mind?”
“My god, Tony,” he exclaimed indignantly, “I can’t believe you want to use me for such petty purposes.”
“You are no fun doctor,” he mumbled and ordered another drink then glanced at the crowd. “How about I find someone to get you laid, and you help a little in return?”
Stephen shook his head. “I can get laid without your help. Besides I agree with Pepper, you indeed need to party less.”
“Oo look at them,” Tony discreetly pointed to a group sitting a little away from them, “those two are totally eye-fucking you.”
Stephen sighed and turned a bit to give them a quick glance. Not my type, he thought and finished his martini.
“Anyone thinking of hitting the dance floor? Thor asked, sliding off his stool, to no one in particular.
“I’m,” Tony and Natasha answered in unison, following suit.
“You are acting all grumpy today,” Tony complained before leaving, “just get laid, get things off your head and you’ll be fine as fuck. Oh look, one of them just left for the washroom.”
Tony wasn’t wrong. The recent attacks had left him spent. But he still wasn’t interested in sleeping with someone, not yet. After two shots of tequila, he handed over his card, waited a moment and walked towards the smaller section of the bar, the one with less loud music and small round tables.
That was when he noticed her. Technically, he noticed the book first.
“That is definitely a new strategy to pick up guys.”
She looked up from her reading. The perfect doe eyes. A beautiful dark shade of chocolate, swirling to blend into caramel at the iris. He suddenly forgot what he was supposed to do here.
“I’m sorry?”
It took him a second to say, “Never seen someone studying Fitzgerald’s neuroanatomy in a bar unless you have developed some new strategy to pick up brainy guys with that.”
“Not interested,” she frowned and continued reading from her book.
Had she outright rejected him? That too him?
Breathe, Y/N. breathe. She reminded herself as she tried to focus on the pathway of the spinothalamic tract. He might be all sexy with that voice and looks but that’s not going to help you pass the exam.
She sensed the chair beside her move, and soon he was staring at her like the tempting Lucifer.
“So you aren’t trying to pick up anyone?”
“No,” she replied, not daring to look at him. “I have lost my keys to my apartment. And my roommate is supposed to be here. So, here I’m waiting.”
“Why not enjoy yourself while you wait?”
She marked the page and put the book down, finally looking at him- she forgot what she was supposed to say. He was totally gorgeous and, as he had said, seemed ‘brainy’ with those white streaks. He raised one perfect thick eyebrow at her. What had he said? Something along the lines of enjoying, she guessed.
“I have got exams in a few weeks. So trying to make up for the knowledge I haven’t gained.”
Having got her attention he smiled at her. And she loved the way his orbicularis oculi produced those radiating lines at the lateral angle of his eyes, “And in what subjects are you lagging?”
Y/N reprimanded herself. She was going crazy. Nevertheless, she answered him, “Biochemistry and neurology.”
He nodded and glanced at her book. “I can help with that.”
“Excuse me?”
“I can help you with neurology,” he said, then added, “Only if you would like that.”
“Why? Are you the ‘brainy’ professor?”
“Not exactly, unless you consider a former neurosurgeon ‘brainy’ enough.”
Her jaw dropped. “I, uh,” she struggled to string her thoughts together. Great. He was not only gorgeous and sexy but also super intelligent. And she had fucked up well.
“I’m sorry. You’re absolutely ‘brainy’.”
He grinned. She felt her heart doing an erratic happy dance, “I would be more than grateful for your help, but I’m sure you are not here to pick up a student to tutor.”
“I wasn’t, sweetheart. What’s your name?”
Sweetheart? If she was going crazy then, now she would be certifiably insane. “Y/N L/N. And you might be - doctor?”
“Stephen Strange,” he replied and watched her eyes going as wide as they could.
“The Doctor strange?”
“Yes,” he laughed, “I’m the Dr Strange. So, would you like some help?”
She nodded.
“My place is nearby,” he tilted his head, “And this is hardly any place to study. Shall we?”
“Sure,” she murmured and stuffed the notes and book into her backpack.
“Do you fancy a walk? A cab? Or just a portal?”
“We can walk.” He nodded and held out a hand to her, which she took.
The walk was brisk and quiet as they hurried, heads down against the wind of the late night. She looked around the neighbourhood, realising she had passed them quite a handful of times while taking the late-night walks.
“My apartment is another few blocks away,” she said, after they settled on a couch beside the staircase, in front of a fireplace.
She watched him snap his fingers, and embers erupted in the fireplace. Showy, she thought as he settled next to her.
“Well, that sounds great, doesn’t it? You can visit me anytime you need my help.”
“There would be a next time?”
“Don’t you think there will be?” He asked, slightly disappointed. “Is this a one-night stand?” Common. Don’t be so desperate. Get a grip!
“I don’t know,” she shrugged her shoulders, “In time you’ll realise I’m not your type,” she gave out a nervous chuckle.
Cute. “And what do you think is my type?”
“Bold, sexy, graceful and… experienced?”
“I like cute, shy and naive as well.”
She was pretty sure her cheeks were red, and in no time her body was spontaneously going to combust into flames.
He reached out a hand and pushed her curly brown hair behind her ears. His hand skimmed across her neck, pausing at her pulse point, which had been going crazy ever since she met him. “Why don’t we get started? Weren’t you doing the tracts?”
Back to earth, Y/N.
He grinned, and his hand dropped. Her skin burned everywhere he had touched.
“Yeah,” she was immensely proud to conjure a reply.
By the end of the third hour, she was considerably tired.
He was explaining various cases of misdiagnosis of Parkinson’s he had seen when felt she couldn’t take any new information anymore. But she waited with forced patience for him to finish.
“Stephen, I don’t think I can study anymore.”
“I know,” he said, taking the book from her hand, and placing it on the coffee table. His coat jacket was long gone, and every flex of muscle under the fabric of his white shirt tossed her in a puddle of embarrassment and arousal. “Tea? Coffee or hot chocolate?”
Definitely coffee. She needed the caffeine to walk back- Her thoughts were lost as he rolled up his sleeves. Oh, those veins… those long, long fingers. She could feel her hormones having quite clearly their night out.
After he conjured them two cups of coffee, he heard a sharp intake of breath followed by an ‘Oh my God’.
“You know, you can stay the night here.”
Y/N gripped her cup tighter. What an attractive way to embarrass oneself in every possible way in a few hours! The sorcerer and mind-reader fact had completely slipped out of her mind.
“Just like a one-night stand?”
Stephen hummed. “Minus the sex part, if you wish.”
When she didn’t speak anything for a long minute, he spoke, “I wasn’t reading your mind the entire night, if that’s what you are upset about.”
“Very gentlemanly of you,” she said, sagging in relief.
Then he turned down the lights. It was dark with just the light from the fireplace. They talked about trivial matters, getting acquainted a little, her minor routine and his sorcerer duties.
“You’re a great teacher, you know?” she said, fishing her things into the bag.
“Really?” He grinned and she felt it shoot right into her stomach. Get a grip, she reminded herself.
“Yeah. you explained things in a better and easier way. I don’t think I would have been able to cover half of the topics-”
“Y/N,” he interrupted her, “I wasn’t looking for you to shower me with compliments. It’s just that I never thought of myself as much of a teacher in any field of work. I can teach myself but others - I'm not any good at that.”
“You underestimate yourself.”.
“Everyone who knows me a little would beg to differ.”
Sitting still for a minute, she watched him sip from his cup, she didn’t know what to say to that. “I should get going,” she said, finally getting up.
He frowned. Looked at his watch. And she noticed a flicker of disappointment in his features.
“It’s too late. But if you insist, I’ll walk you home.”
Y/N didn’t like the juxtaposition of reason and passion in her situation. She swallowed her nerves. “I guess I’ll stay then.”
He smiled, took her hand, and pressed his lips against the inside of her wrist. Her whole body shuddered. He pulled her back to the couch, then closer, until she was pressed against him. She felt all her organs dropping right on top of her uterus like all their supports were lost.
She looked at his lips. Tread lightly, he reminded his desires. “It could always be a one-night stand minus the sex,” he assured her.
She chuckled and rested her head on his shoulder, “I don’t mind the sex part.”
His eyelids fluttered when her hand came up close to his face. Hot fingers pressed into his burning skin as traced his jaw before settling on his chest. Oh god, he had forgotten what a touch could do.
“Besides, I ought to make it up to you to ruin your evening.”
Stephen’s eyes had darkened as he stared at her. Her breath hitched. Have I done something wrong?
“You didn’t ruin my evening. I was looking for a distraction.”
“I was certainly not the sort of distraction you were looking for.”
“You were definitely the distraction I didn’t know I needed. Talking about things that my life used to revolve around wasn’t morbid. It was refreshing. You don’t have to do this because you-”
He was cut short as she closed her mouth over his.
Stephen held her close with his free hand when she pulled away from the kiss. He carefully placed his cup down. Then kissed her again, slowly, deeply and tantalisingly. At that moment she felt the geometric sum of all her nerve endings going crazy.
He pulled away, ducked his head, and placed a hot kiss on her neck.
“Let’s go upstairs,” he stood and offered her his hand like before.
Y/N examined the bookshelves flanking the bed as Stephen peppered kisses on her neck. There were a few volumes of classical literature, few books of modern literature, some medical books and the rest - the bulk - of them, she guessed, were of sorcery.
His hands slipped under the sides of her shirt. Her back arched in response, however, he pulled her back to him, until they were plastered. She could feel every ripple of muscle even through the fabrics.
You are awesome, she reminded herself. Not insecure. A bit shy and inexperienced maybe. He had said he liked that. So no big deal.
But when his hands slid forward and downwards, she was super conscious of the little pudge that sat above her jeans. The dimpled flesh on her thighs. Work out regularly right from tomorrow.
Dying… Dying to taste every inch of her skin. He never thought he would get this desperate. He had wanted to take off their clothes slowly, dramatically, however, he snapped his fingers getting rid of them at once.
Y/N grasped at the sudden assault of cold air.
“I’m sorry,” Stephen said, whirling her around, “I’m a little too eager.” His hand reached up and weaved through her subtle curls as his lips moved hers.
Feeling the hard length of him poking her stomach, she moaned, giving him the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue and deepen the kiss.
She pulled away for a breath and he trained soft, wet kisses across her jaw, neck and chest before gently nibbling at her nipple. Her fingers tugged at his hair, a contented sigh escaping her lips.
Then they heard a noise. Three steady knocks on the bedroom door. “Strange,” the man bellowed. Another two knocks.
“What is it, Wong?” Stephen groaned. “Don’t come in.”
“Get in the bed,” he instructed her as he conjured a pair of sweatpants.
“I have been trying to reach you for the last twenty minutes. Why aren’t you answering the phone?”
“Because I haven’t heard it ring.”
She watched in frustration as he slid out of the room, closing the door behind him. Their voices grew dull.
Y/N waited. Ten minutes. Thirty. Then another hour. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand and sighed. It’s three in the morning. Maybe he’s not coming back.
Getting out of bed, she looked around for her clothes. She peeped into the foyer. Dead silence. Great! She was in a perfect stranger’s house all alone without clothes.
Continuum: Pivot
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ScarletStrange fic on the way
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yay!! im glad ur requests are open!! I love angst to fluff so what about stephen and the reader soulmate au!! But its like the red string of fate and the reader can see her’s is clearly connected to Stephen but his is all tangled and so he doesn’t realize it yet please and thank you!!
Red string of fate | s.s.
Pairing: Stephen Strange x fem!witch!reader
Summary: you’ve been in love with Stephen for as long as you can remember, but now that you know that he’s also your soulmate, you have to do anything that is in your power to stop his wedding.
Warnings: soulmate au, angst, fluff, Christine is the antagonist (but I love her!!), there’s a fight scene between superheroes (not really violent), mention of blood, mention of hospital, back hurt/back pain, friends to enemies to lovers kinda
Word count: 3.5K
A/N: hi! I used she/her pronouns because they were in the requests, but since there was not determined the state of the reader, I chose her to be a witch like Wanda eheh, hope you don’t mind. Also, I tried to follow the request, but I changed the narrative about the string a little bit in the story, you’ll see. Feedback is always appreciated by a writer! Hope y’all like it. Enjoy! x
Tags: thanks to @ssathoma for the request, hope you like it!
Wanda has never been more afraid of anything in her life. Monsters? She can beat them. Aliens? Not a threat. Thanos? Defeated with less power. Children? A joke. But you? The literal villain of her story.
You’ve been walking around your room shared with Wanda for about fifteen minutes, now. You can’t make up your mind about something you just found out, but Wanda hasn’t realized it yet: you didn’t tell her and your mind was too confused to make her read it. So, tired of this situation, she sits on the bed, legs crossed, while staring at you.
“Y/N… Y/N! Please, stop. Just talk to me. What’s this so important things that you realized?”
You suddenly freeze in front of her, making her almost nervous. You sigh, then you show her your red string of fate, a thread that you make appear into the air with a gesture of your hand. Since you’re a witch, you can make people see it, while normally nobody can, unless they have got magic, of course. Usually, you can see the red string of fate in form of a tattoo, a birthmark or else on people’s skin, but that’s not your case: you just hide it with magic. That’s why Wanda didn’t know about your soulmate. On the other hand, you never wanted to know who this person was, so you didn’t really try to follow the string in your head, but now, you know. And this is a nightmare.
“Do you see it?”
“Yeah, I can see the string, but… not your soulmate. Who is it?”
“That’s because his string is all entangled!” You exclaim and Wanda gulps. “Sorry. Okay, well, last night I couldn’t sleep. I was thinking about Stephen… again… and his fabulous hands touching Christine’s hair at dinner, in front of me. Disgusting. Anyway, I finally decided to untangle the string in my head, to see where it’s going, breaking the promise I made to myself when I was little: I would have found my soulmate when faith would have told me. My patience was over, Wanda. Please, tell me that you get it”.
She nods.
“I see. So, who’s the mystery man? Bucky? Loki? Zemo?”
“Worse”.
“Worse than them? Star-Lord?”
You burst into laughing.
“He’s nice. Anyway, he’s the only person I have a crush on. Perhaps, I’m even in love with him. But unfortunately, he’s dating somebody else”.
Wanda brings her hand to her mouth, shocked. Your eyes appear glossy, now. Something in her chest aches for you.
“Y/N…”
“It’s Stephen, Wanda. Stephen is my soulmate. And he’s engaged”.
Maybe, you shouldn’t have put it into place again. Maybe, you should have let him know that you were his soulmate, but you didn’t want to change his perception of you. However, you did that after you acknowledged your feelings for him. And you couldn’t tell him either, because he’d be angry at you for using magic kind of against him.
“You did the right thing, Y/N,” Wanda tells you, caressing your back.
“It’s hard to think that, when I’m forced to look at him getting married to somebody else,” you reply, while looking at him and Christine sitting on the couch, choosing the best decorations fot the wedding.
“I know, honey. The right thing isn’t always the easier one. But you’re a good person. Find peace in that”.
“Maybe I’m tired of being nice,” you say, then you swallow your pride, your willing of being again in your room and not there, your heart being so envy of Christine, the heat given by your feelings running through your veins and you come closer to the happy couple with your best fake smile on your lips. “Christine, Stephen told me yesterday that maybe you need some help with the cake, is that correct?”
She gives you a smile.
“Yeah, it’s true!”
“Thanks, Y/N. I have to go on a mission today, so I can’t be here to taste the cakes, but I trust you. See you later, my love,” he says to Christine, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
“My love”. Alexa, play “It should be me”.
“Chocolate or strawberry?” Christine asks you, while you’re sitting next to her on the couch. She’s looking at the cakes on a catalogue.
“Dark chocolate,” you whisper, then you raise your voice. “Stephen loves dark chocolate”.
“Dark chocolate it is! You really seem to know him, Y/N,” she says and you nod.
“Not enough, probably,” you murmur.
“You know, I used to think that you were in love you with him and I got even jealous, because the two of you are always a really capable couple during the fights, but now I realize that you’re just a good friend of his and I’m glad that he’s got you,” she says, squeezing your hand. You smile at her, while your eyes are burning for the tears
“Thanks, Christine”.
A stab would have done less harm.
It has been a week, since that terrible day. You can’t sleep anymore, because of this secret. Wanda told you that it would been selfish for you to confess everything to him, but what if he’s marrying the wrong person? He should know it, he should have the right to choose his path, since his string is entangled (again) and he can’t see his faith very well. The wedding is in a month. You dan’t have much time.
So you put on some fresh clothes, then you go to the room in the compound he usually uses to study magic. He’s always working, so you’re sure that you’re gonna find him awake and here, not at home with Christine. The door is closed, so you knock and his raspy voice responds: “Open”.
But he’s not working. When you open the door, he’s wearing an unusual suit: it’s white and gold, even if his cape is always the red one. Your whole body is suffering for this, because you can’t touch him or see his on the altar, in front of you.
“How do I look?” He asks you, turning around so you can see him better. In the mirror, your image would show him your inner secrets. “This is ridiculous, isn’t it? Wong told me to wear this stupid ancient suit, but probably I could just buy a smoking and…”
“You’re perfect,” you say and your voice, even if it’s low, echoes between the walls. He looks at you with his lips not touching one another for the surprise, like you and him. But even Thanos would know how much you’d love to touch him.
“Thank you,” he says, smiling with just one corner of his lips. You nod. “Did you need anything?”
You. Just you.
And then, a voice in your head, maybe because of the lack of sleep, tells you to confess him the whole truth.
“I have to tell you something”.
He observe you, scanning your face, then he shakes his head.
“There’s no need”.
“Stephen, please…” you begin to say, coming closer to him.
“No, Y/N, let it go”.
“You should know it!”
“I already know,” he tells you and you stop in the middle of the room. Your eyes grow wide. He can’t know, it’s impossible. There’s no way in the world in which he can have figured or imagined it. “I know it, Y/N and I do not care”.
You swallow hard.
“What?” You whisper. “How?”
“I saw you in my dreams, that night. You stepped into my space, so I woke up in my head and I saw you untangle the threads. I know that you’re my soulmate, but it’s not important: I fell in love with Christine and we’re gonna get married soon. That string doesn’t mean anything,” he tells you, calmly, while your heart breaks more and more at every word he says.
You’re in pieces and he doesn’t even care about that.
“Stephen, it’s magic. We believe in it more than in everything else. Love itself is a pure form of magic. How can you say something terrible like that?”
You’re fighting with the urge to scream, right now.
“You said that yourself: love is a form of magic and I fell in love with Christine. It’s as simple as that. Unless, you fell in love with me, of course. But you didn’t fall in love with me, did you?” He jokes, while adjusting his sleeve. You remain quiet, so he raises his gaze in order to look straight into your eyes. “You didn’t fall in love with me, did you?” He repeated, his tone surprised yet almost angry. A sob escapes from your lips and you immediately close your mouth with your hands. “Damn, Y/N!”
“I’m sorry, Stephen…”
“You ruined everything!” His rage could be heard by the others, now. “Why are you doing this to me? Because you needed to tell me the truth? You should have kept your stupid secret for yourself!”
“Stupid? Love is not stupid! Even if it’s unrequited!” You scream.
“You’re not my friend, you’re acting like a selfish little girl who fell in love with her classmate. Flash news: we’re not in high school anymore, Y/N!”
“Watch your tongue, Strange,” you say, while some red sparks begin to dance around your fingers.
“Or what?” He asks you, tilting his head, but instead of seeing him angry, he seems almost… challenging, to you. As if he has been waiting for this moment for years.
You hear some steps behind you.
“What’s happening, here?” Wanda ask.
“A magic fight? Wow! Please, let me watch!” Peter Parker exclaims.
“Nobody’s gonna fight, Peter. Right, Y/N?”
You breathe out.
“Right”.
“You’re not invited to the wedding anymore, Y/N,” Stephen says.
“I didn’t plan to come anyway,” you lie, then you get back to bed, while your heart is still aching for him.
***
You can see that Wanda is angry in her eyes, but she has also given you the access to her mind, so you can see the fight she had this morning with Stephen.
“She’s your best friend, it’s insane that you don’t make her come to your wedding!”
“She crossed the line, Wanda. Oh and Y/N, if you’re looking at his: remember not to behave like a child with your next crush”.
“You’re being mean, now”.
“She entered in my dreams and she didn’t even apologize to me! It wasn’t fair, Wanda”.
“Love’s not fair, Strange”.
“Friendship is”.
You get out from her mind, sighing.
“He’s right, Wanda: I broke his trust. I get why he doesn’t want to be my friend anymore”.
“He’s hiding something, Y/N,” she says, while walking around your room.
“Okay, enough, you’re looking like me now,” you joke. “What’s up?”
Wanda stops, then she looks at you, sat on the bed. You’re curious of what she’s been thinking for days.
“He seems too hurt. I observed him during the last few missions and he seemed very nervous”.
“He’s getting married in two weeks, it seems normal to me”.
“No, it’s not. Strange asked Christine to marry him one year ago and since that day, he stuck with that decision, but when he discovered that you’re his soulmate, he began to waver”.
You get up from the bed, coming closer to her.
“What are you trying to say?”
Wanda licks her lips, before she talks.
“That he’s not entirely in love with Christine”.
It’s late afternoon and you’re watching the sunset in New York, when Stephen comes down from the sky, after the two of you have defeated another monster. There was a lot of tension between you two, but you worked pretty well anyway. What you missed more was the fact that you didn’t banter like an old married couple, during the fight. Usually, that is the best part of the job. You wonder if he thought about that too.
“Everything’s under control, Y/N. We have destroyed enough buildings, today,” he jokes and you chuckle.
“I had to contain my power, actually,” you reply.
“Me too,” he says, then you flickers you a glance. “We should do something about this repressed rage, don’t you think? The compound is empty, if you want,” he says and you blush. “I’m talking about a fight. A little fight in the room that Doctor Banner made for us, in which our powers can’t harm anything or anybody, except for ourselves, of course”.
You stare at him, thinking, then you nod in agreement: maybe you can investigate some more on his relationship with Christine. You could even find out if she poisoned him or if she asked for help to another with in order to make him fall in love with her. Or perhaps, this is not a trick and you just can’t handle the truth: he’s really in love with her. And yeah, maybe she doesn’t care about her real soulmate or her thread is all tangled too.
The room has windowson every wall, but you can’t see your reflection on them or if there’s somebody outside. Your possible enemy can’t know where you are, but you can’t know if you really exist too. This happens because you’re forced to focus on the other person’s presence in the room. You find it ironically sad, because even in the real world, Stephen’s presence is all you care about. He’s the only one you can see in every room.
“Are you scared, Y/N?” He asks you, while you can feel his energy running through his veins. “You’re not even looking at me”.
“I don’t have to look at you to actually see you, Stephen,” you reply with a grin, but there’s a lot of melancholy in your heart and he seems to know it.
That’s when you catch him by surprise. You first attack causes a cut along his cheek. A trickle of blood runs down his jaw, but he doesn't seem to notice it. You leap towards him, but a bubble of energy shoots you across the room, causing you to flip backwards. At this point you start to think that he is almost angrier than you, because, unlike you, he is not holding back for real anymore.
“You’re not using your powers like you normally do in a fight. There’s no need to protect me!” He exclaims, then he comes closer to you, but you fight his punch with a shield made of red energy.
“I’m just trying to protect myself! My powers could even destroy this room!” You reply.
“Were you protecting yourself, when you confessed your feelings for me?” He asks and you get distracted. One moment later, he pulls your back against the wall, one of the windows.
You slide to the floor and there you remain for an endless time. You try to get up, but you can't. He may even have broken your back, for all you know.
"Stephen, I don't..."
"I was calm, you know? When I asked Christine to marry me."
"Stephen..."
"I was calm, because I knew that I would have spent the rest of my life with a good woman, who loved me and I, in some twisted way, loved her. I didn't care who was on the other side of my string and neither did she. We had found our soul mate, that was okay. Then you came along and you had to screw it up with your stupid curiosity. You might as well have found it out and kept it to yourself, I wouldn't have told you anything, but no, you had to make me knwo that too. And now I'm always restless."
"Stephen, something is wrong..."
"Sure! I can't fool Christine right now. She doesn't deserve it. I thought I was chasing a chimera, Y/N. I thought that you didn't feel anything for me, so I lied to everyone, even myself, telling myself that it was better that way, but it wasn't true. I never forgot you, Y/N. I never forgot the idea of the two of us together, a mere dream that would never become real. Then you confessed everything to me and even if I was scared, it made me incredibly happy, because I was free. But I can't leave that woman on the altar, because she trusts me. Tell me this makes sense, please,” he explains, but you’re tired now and every fiber in your body is in pain.
“My back… Stephen, my back…”
“Y/N? No, don’t close your eyes, no, Y/N… Don’t close your eyes!”
When you open your eyes again, you’re in a hospital room. The walls are white, the air is aseptic and you feel like you’re not breathing anymore. How many days have passed? Is Stephen already married to Christine? This is a nightmare come true. It can’t be.
Somebody enters in the room. You look at your right, only to see Christine. She’s not wearing any ring and you make a sigh a relief. She seems to notice that, but she doesn’t say a word about it.
“How are you?” She asks you, gently.
“Not in pain anymore, which is already something, I guess,” you joke. She gives you a smile.
“You know, he didn’t leave your side for the entire time. Even now, he’s outside, sat on a bench, his head between his hands, thinking about you,” she says and you swallow. There’s something in her voice that makes you respect her even more. Resignation.
“I didn’t have the right to tell him…”
“No, you didn’t,” she cuts you off. You gulp. “You didn’t have the right to tell him that you were in love with him just one month before our wedding, but you did have the right to tell him about his soulmate. Why? Because he deserved to know that it was you. I wouldn’t have cared about anybody else, but when he told me that it was you, two days ago, when he brought you here, upset, everything was clear in my head: he didn’t want to know the identity of his soulmate, because he was scared that it would have been you. Because pretending to love me was easier than loving you for real,” she explains and finally, you understand the final picture.
“I really am sorry, Christine,” you murmur anyway, because she still has to know that.
“I know, but I’m glad that this happened, because probably I wasn’t really in love with Stephen and now I can find my real soulmate, that hopefully will love me that much. He feels guilty, Y/N. Now tell him that you’re alright, because your powers and some rest healed your body,” she says, then she goes away.
Stephen enters into the room with his eyes circled in red. He swallows, then he basically runs to you, embracing you into his arms. You close your eyes, inhaling his scent, feeling at home.
“I’m okay, Stephen. Christine said that my powers helped my body to heal,” you tell him and he nods, while caressing your back, that fortunately doesn’t hurt anymore.
“I’m sorry for all of this pain I caused you. Christine didn’t tell me why, but she doesn’t want to marry me anymore. My life is a complete mess, Y/N. Wanda says that you can put all the pieces together, but I don’t…”
You cut him off by kissing him. It’s a sweet and brief kiss, but full of passion and love. You hope that he can feel your power running through his veins too, like you can do with him. Together, you could potentially rule the world. This is a complete soulmate thing.
“You’re forgiven, Stephen. And I’m sorry too, for sneaking into your head without you knowing. It wasn’t fair,” you say and he squeezes your hand.
“Soulmates always find each other. Maybe that’s why you did that”.
“You were my soulmate even before I knew it,” you reply with tears in your eyes and he gives you a small kiss on your forehead.
“And you were mine”.
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𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚗:𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎:𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚔 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜 *𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑*𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚗:𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜
𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊:𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝙸𝚗 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞
𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚗:𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 *𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝟻𝟶$*𝚐𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚎
𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊:𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢/𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟻𝟶 𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚢
𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎:𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍’𝚜 𝚘𝚔
𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊:𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚝
𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚗:𝚘𝚔 𝚐𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 *𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎*
𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎:𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎
𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚗:𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎
𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎:𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢
𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚗:𝚢𝚎𝚊 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝
𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎:𝚢𝚎𝚙 *𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚗*𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗
𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚗:𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 *𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎* 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢
𝚈/𝚗:*𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚜*𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚊
𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎:𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚞𝚙 *𝚐𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚢/𝚗 𝚞𝚙* 𝚑𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 mama is here your ok *carries you downstairs * look who's awake
𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚗:𝚑𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 *𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢/𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎*𝚘𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜
𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎:*𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙸𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚗*𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝
𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚗:*𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢/𝚗* 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎
𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎:*𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎* 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙
𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚗:𝚢𝚎𝚙 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛'𝚜 *𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛’𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚢/𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋 * 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢 *𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛’𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 *
𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎:𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚍
𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚗:𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛
𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊:*𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎'𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚎’𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚟 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 * 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎
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