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ironstrange1991 · 9 months

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Test Day

Pairing: Defender!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: The reader has a very important test to do and Defender decides to wake her up in a special way that morning.

Word Count: 1,4k

Warnings: SMUT: oral sex with female receiving. Lots of fluff.

A/N: This fic is totally self indulgent and i'm not ashamed to admit it. I'm not lying when I say that writing this fic before taking the test really helped to control my anxiety. Apparently Stephen works miracles in my brain.

You were fast asleep and then you were on fire. In your unconscious state you couldn't tell how the fire started, but it crept up your legs, kissing your skin and enveloping your whole body in warmth.

It was a kind of fire that did not burn, but consumed. The kind that made you want to surrender rather than fight. Surrender completely.

You were pulled into consciousness as the sensation built wildly and you opened your eyes to see the sun lazily streaming in through the cracks in the window, the heavy curtain swaying gently in the soft spring morning breeze.

Your legs were spread apart and the only thing you could see between them was a mess of long dark hair with strands of white.

The wet, obscene sound of what he was doing there reached your ears making your skin prickle. Without warning and by sheer reflex, your back arched in response to the wave of pleasure being delivered and a lazy moan escaped your lips as one of your hands pushed the hair out of your face and grabbed the pillow and the other grabbed a handful of his hair.

Stephen let out a muffled noise, something between a chuckle and an approving groan. Moved by the urge to satisfy you, now that he knew he had succeeded in waking you up, he increased his pace, licking and sucking your clit and moving his tongue down to your entrance, forcing it with shallow thrusts and interspersed this process while holding your thighs open for him with both hands.

Your back arched with pleasure again, a louder moan escaping your lips followed by a praise. "Oh yes, baby, you're doing it so good."

He groaned in response to the compliment and kept his pace focusing on your already swollen and throbbing clit. He alternated between flicking his tongue and sucking on the hardened bud and you could feel the fire that woke you up, not just between your legs now, but deeper, as if enveloping your stomach and squeezing your womb. It was excruciating and yet so good and there was nothing you wanted more than to give yourself over to it, to let it consume you to ashes.

Stephen knew your body like he knew his own, he knew how to read all your reactions without you having to narrate them to him. He knew you were close, oh so close! and for that very reason he continued with the same rhythm, maintaining the same order between sucking and licking until your legs began to shake convulsively and a loud moan escaped your lips as you were washed by the feeling of euphoria and your whole body was taken over by the flames.

From your lips only praises and vows of love escaped between moans and sighs.

"Good morning." Came a baritone voice. You were so involved in all the sensations that you didn't even realize he had approached, his body now on top of yours, carefully leaning on one of his forearms so as not to drop all his weight on you. When you allowed yourself to open your eyes you were greeted by a pair of large blue eyes staring back at you, the corners of his lips curved in a cute smile, the beard still wet with all your fluids, your cunt in his breath. You couldn't contain the silly smile that took over your face.

"Morning." You replied with your voice still hoarse from having just woken up. You cupped his face and kissed him gently on the lips. "May I ask what prompted you to wake me up in such a... caring way?"

He chuckled placing another peck on your lips. "I thought it would be better than letting you wake up with your alarm, especially since today is a special day, a very important day."

You grimaced and turned your face trying to see the clock on the bedside table, but Stephen held your chin gently between his thumb and index finger making you look at him. "We still have a few minutes."

You nodded wrapping your arms around his waist and running your hands up his back, hugging him tight.

"You are the best husband in the world." You praised him, giving him a peck on the shoulder and nuzzling your face in his.

"Hm, flatterer."

You disagreed "Me? You just woke me up with oral. If that isn't flattering me I don't know what is."

He chuckled kissing you again, this time deeper. You could taste you on his tongue. "You deserve it. Especially today." He assured you.

You smiled a little unsure. "I don't know if I can do this. These people, they studied really hard, I had to juggle school with work and the house..."

"You'll do very well. I'm sure of it. You're smart, dedicated and your sorcerer husband helped you study, remember? You'll do just fine. Trust me."

You sighed caressing his face and brushing a lock of hair behind his ear. "Isn't there a spell you can do? A memory spell perhaps to help me remember the stuff I read?" You pouted knowing full well that even if there was such spell, he would never use it on you.

He smirked. "You don't need a spell."

You sighed. "How can you be so sure?"

He kissed you gently. "Because you're super smart and beautiful. Such a beautiful, sweet little thing that happens to be my wife. And I'm proud of you. I’ll be proud of you no matter what."

You smiled feeling your face flush with the compliment which made his smirk turn into a grin. He kissed you again and pressed his hips subtly against you, but it was enough for you to feel his hard on, however he pulled away and rolled onto his side on the bed.

"I better let you get ready or I'll end up slowing you down." He said caressing your cheek.

You propped yourself up on your elbow and cupped his face kissing him hard. "You said we had a few minutes."

He let out a hum between your lips and cupped your face in his hands and gently pushed you away. "Not enough for that. Besides, this morning is about you. I want you to focus on what really matters."

But it wasn't that simple to focus on what mattered when he was right there lying next to you wearing nothing but a pair of pajama bottoms that did nothing to hide how hard he was for you. You bit your lower lip and moved your hand slowly down his chest and abdomen, but he grabbed it and brought it to his lips and pressed a kiss to your palm. "Baby, I'm serious. We have all the time in the world when you come home this afternoon. I promise I'll be waiting for you with just as much enthusiasm."

You sighed in surrender. "Do I really have to go?"

"Yes, you do." He gently pushed you away and sat down on the bed. "I'll make you breakfast while you shower and get ready."

You nodded and stretched, working up the courage to get up. He got up and walked around the bed opening the bedside table drawer, grabbed a hair tie and quickly tied his hair into a lazy ponytail. He went into the bathroom and you listened as he washed his face and brushed his teeth.

You sighed getting up and making your way to the bathroom, stopping behind him and placing a kiss on his shoulder.

"For the record, I want waffles for breakfast. I think I deserve it."

He chuckled drying his face on the towel and putting his toothbrush away with yours. "You're right. Any other demands?" He asked turning around and wrapping his arms around your waist.

You stood on tiptoe to kiss him. "I wish you would get in the shower with me..."

He placed a small kiss on your cheek. "That I can't do right now. Now be a good girl and get in that shower. I'm going downstairs to make your breakfast. Your waffles won't make themselves."

You nodded. "Like I said, best husband in the world."

Stephen smiled "Only the best for my super smart wife."

He left you there with a silly smile on your lips and the familiar feeling of butterflies in your stomach and somehow you knew that everything was going to be okay and that even if things didn't turn out the way you hoped on the test you were going to take that morning, you still would have Stephen waiting for you at home and that was more important than any test or work. That was everything.

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briefhandsstudenttoad · 10 months

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Can u do stephen strange × reader angst

He is still in love with christine

Of Course!!! Thank you anonymous for this first ever request I'll be happy to write this!

🔥 Different Futures

Stephen ponders his feeling for his current girlfriend and his ex until his girlfriend returns with some questions. TW. Angst, arguments and unhappy ending.

~ 4 minutes

Stephen sat on his bed in the Santum Sanctorum twiddling an opened envelope in his damaged hands.

Written inside was an invite to his ex lover's, Christine's, wedding. He hadn't heard her name much since their difficult break up and after he met you he decided that he was over her anyway. So why did this invite hit him like a brick wall.

He loves you. He really does and there is no denial of that in his mind. He loves the way you laugh at his lame jokes and sarcasm. He loves the way you hold his hands and play with his hair when he's down. He loves your smile that could brighten a dark day. But most of all he just loves you.

However, reading this invitation has Stephen questioning his love for his ex girlfriend also. Whilst they were dating he was so sure he would end up marrying her and even now when picturing her wedding, he could only envision himself as the groom.

As he sat there engrossed in the thin paper, examining his thoughts and past memories, he failed to hear you enter the Sanctum after a hard day of teaching some young sorcerers at Kamar Taj.

As you approached the bedroom you decided to suprise your boyfriend as you managed to sneak off work early to celebrate date night and hopefully an exciting night together.

Creaking open the door of your shared room slightly ajar, just so much as your eye could peep through, you spotted him on the corner of the bed holding what looked like an envelope. He had his concentrating face on like nothing else in the world mattered at that moment and you couldn't help but love him just a little bit more.

Crashing into the room after a few seconds he finally looked up at his beautiful girlfriend. Y/n smiled and as usual readied herself to pounce into his lap and rant all about her day before snuggling into Stephen until they were interrupted (usually by a hungry stomach or Wong).

This time however, Stephen simply gave a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, stood up and just before teleporting out the room, claimed he needed to go on a quick walk.

Y/n huffed lightly at the lost opportunity to suggest date night but instead she would suprise him later on with a fancy meal.

She climbed onto the bed to discard her teaching clothes and to find something more casual when she crawled on top of the slip of paper Stephen had been cradling so carefully.

Y/n would never interfere with any of Stephens possessions or property but her mind practically blew when she read the name 'Christine' at the top of the pamphlet.

Later that evening when Stephen got home, after clearing his head at Central Park, waiting for him was his wonderful girlfriend and some very fancy looking meals.

"What is all of this?' He questioned partly amused and also slightly concerned.

"Date night silly" y/n giggled.

After a few minutes of an almost complete conversation spoken by Y/n and the odd input from Stephen, Y/n decided to ask about the wedding invite.

"So...Christine's getting married?"

Stephen spilt some of his drink at the abruptness of the conversation change from master Lings latest glasses that are too big for his head.

"Eurgh...yeah. Some bloke named Charlie. How do you know about that?"

"You left the invite on your bed, sweetie" y/n giggled again.

Stephens face tensed. "Why would you read that. It was addressed to me".

Y/n felt a little confused about this reaction she has never seen Stephen look like this. "I didn't open it Steph, it was just there on the bed. Are you gonna go?"

Stephen had also been asking himself this question but the last person he wanted to talk to about it was his current girlfriend. He politely excused himself from the table and said he was tired.

"Stephen what's wrong? Where are you going?" Y/n shot up and followed him throughouly confused with his reaction.

"Y/n please just be quiet I have a lot on my mind right now" Stephen snapped.

Y/n who was frantically chasing him up the Sanctums stairs was suddenly taken aback. She'd never ever seem Stephen act like this ever, especially to her. "Stephen whats going on. I just asked you a simple question why are you so angry?"

Stephen looked incredibly intimidating right now. Although only a few steps above y/n he towered above her and took the full control of the atmosphere and y/n would have been quite scared if she wasn't so stubborn. "Will you stop asking me questions!" he yelled.

"Will you just tell me what's going on then!".

As he was about to turn around y/n just about caught him muttering something along the lines of "Christine" and "was the right choice".

"What?" She countered.

Slowly spinning back around again to face her Stephen almost whispered "she was the right choice. I should have chosen her over you".

"What?". Y/n felt tears prick in the corners of her eyes and heat flame around her body. She pictured herself raising a family with Stephen, growing old together within the Sanctum. And suddenly everything felt cold.

Stephen didn't mean to come off so rude but he needed Christine not y/n and she deserved to know the truth.

"Do you love her?" Y/n somehow managed to release from somewhere inside her body which just felt tight and empty.

"I don't know...yes. I do".

"So you don't love me?"

"Yes...I do".

"Stephen you can't have both of us. She's getting married anyway you don't have a chance. This is just a silly little crush you'll forget about her soon. I promise. Now please can we just talk and watch a movie or something and forget about this" Y/n almost begged.

She looked up at him with big expectant eyes.

"I'm sorry but no. I love her. I need her. You're the silly little crush. Not her. I can't be without her anymore. Please leave". With that Stephen spun through a portal leaving y/n alone at the top of the stairs, praying that she would get killed in battle soon.

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octuscle · 1 year

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DeepTraining Part 2 – Gus

One of the first people to approach Stefek after IronData's presentation was Constantine. Constantine had worked with Stefek on two startups and had also made a lot of money on the exits. Unfortunately, he had been less fortunate with his business ideas after that; much of his fortune had already been spent. But there was more than enough left over for a carefree life. Besides, Constantine was a truly brilliant Data Scientist who loved his work. He was not made for idleness. Stupidly, he also looked like a Data Scientist. He looked like someone who loved to sit at a computer for a living: fat, pale, a bit unkempt. He had been an oddball since childhood. He was always teased. The feminine-sounding name hadn't helped. So he had kept to himself. But after seeing his old pal Stephen, he wanted to change that. If the nerd Stephen could become the alpha male Stefek, he wanted that too.

The two had met in Paris shortly after the trade show where Stefek had presented IronData. Stefek was on a promotional tour of France; Constantine was serving as interim CDO at a pharmaceutical company. "Let me be honest," Constantine got straight to the point. "IronData is hot shit. Great concept. I believe in your success. But your body wasn't shaped by IronData." The two had deliberately not met in public. Stefek had guessed it would be about DeepTraining. But there he was sworn to secrecy. And he didn't even want to imagine what could happen if he didn't keep to the agreement. Therefore, he answered honestly that he could not say much about it. But he could try to make a contact. And he wanted to point out that it would be expensive. How much Constantine would loosen up like that. Constantine was counting up his financial possibilities. He once estimated his fortune at $80 million to $90 million. Stefek slipped him the public business card of the young man from DeepTraining. It looked completely neutral. Nothing pointed to DeepTraining. Stefek thought it might be a little difficult to reach the contact. But a man with Constantine's skills should be able to do it. The two arranged to meet for lunch the next day, after which Stefek had to return to Gdansk.

Constantine had spent the whole night on the phone and at the computer. But he had actually managed to make an appointment with the young man. In three weeks. Somewhere in the countryside of Burgundy. Stefek didn't say a word. But instead Stefek slipped him an envelope. If he should meet someone, he should hand over the envelope. Constantine nodded. The two said goodbye.

A few weeks later, Constantine and the young man were sitting across from each other in a wine cellar of a chateau in Burgundy. The young man read Stefek's letter. He put the paper on the table, smiled at Constantine. What could he do for him? Constantine was sweating. He was nervous. And then he stammered that he wanted to become like Stefek. Maybe not such a colossus. But he wanted to become a man. Masculinity made flesh. He wanted everyone to want sex with him. And that he could have sex all the time. Constantine was in his early 30s and still a virgin. With no chance of ever going to bed with a woman or a man. Sure his money had helped him hook up with hookers and hustlers. But he had always been too nervous to get down to business. That was his driving force. "Well," the young man said. "You have half Greek roots, after all. Southern genes, in my experience, are a good basis for transformation in your sense. From there we should be able to comply with your wishes. I have just read the letter from our dear common friend Stefek. We are making a proposal to you. The transformation costs $100 million. Unfortunately, we cannot do it cheaper than that. Stefek offers to buy all your possessions from you for exactly that amount. We will carry out the transformation in Johannesburg. The authorities in South Africa are quite lax, there it will be easier to integrate you into a new life. Stefek has even already organized a plan for your departure. Settlement of the purchase contract, farewell party. And you should renew all your IDs beforehand to give you as much time as possible before you have to apply for new ones. You'll understand that when the time comes." Constantine looked first at the floor and then at the young man's face. "And what happens then? Then I'll be in South Africa with no money!" "Don't worry, Stefek is a smart man and has thought of everything. You'll get two months paid leave and then become CIO of IronData Africa with a generous salary."

Six weeks later, Constantine was in a limousine that would take him from the airport directly to his transformation. Here, the process was fully automated. After he got out of the car with his bit of carry-on luggage, doors opened and closed right behind him. There was not a person in sight. A few doors down, he found himself in a locker room. And a voice asked him to undress completely. Constantine became more and more nervous. And sweating like a pig again. But he did as he was told. Another door opened. And Constantine stood in a perfect copy of the room in which Stephen's transformation had also taken place. And the sequence of events was also identical. The only difference was that he was naked. My God, what if someone is watching me. Or filming. He felt ridiculous. But when he got on the weight bench to bench press, energy flowed through him. And the energy grew. He could already feel his new body; seeing anything in the dim light and without a mirror was difficult. But then the light came on. And a door opened. The young man and Stefek were waiting for him. But Constantine couldn't help but jerk off in front of the mirror first.

A year had passed since that day. No one had called Gus "Constantine" for a long time. After two months in a backyard gym learning everything he needed to know about bodybuilding and how to use IronData, he had joined IronData's software development team. He had never had a job like this before. Whereas before he had lived a completely asexual life, now he was surrounded only by men who made it hard for him not to think about sex. And more often than not, they were having some. The glory holes in the staff restrooms were legendary. And Gus' cock was a legend, too!

@peepshow321, thanks for the challenge!

@zakucavanje, awesome picture! Thanks for that too!

#tank top #muscle tf #male tf #IronData #DeepTraining

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strangelockd · 2 years

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Like What You See Doctor

18+ ONLY CONTAIN HEAVY FILTH & SMUTT

Pairing: Doctor Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Stephens been distracted with his work so you decide to craftily pry him away...

Word Count: 4.1K

Warnings: Pure Smutty Smutt Smutt, Porn With Plot, Some Fluff, P in V, Female Dominance, Pet Names, Oral Sex(Male Receiving), Praise Kink, Creampie.

If I missed anything let me know but I think I summed it up.

Stephen was deep in focus trying to read as many ancient texts as he can in the dim light completely enveloped in his work. The sound of soft jazz echoed in the study. Being the Sorcerer Supreme had its heavy responsibilities causing him to become easily lost in his work. Because if he didn’t push himself to be the best…who would?

It’s been almost a week in on his research and chances are he wasn’t sleeping, and you knew he deserved a well needed break. You missed his touch and his skin against you while sleeping, it always helped with you at night. But how exactly where you going to pry him away from the library?

Grabbing your Sling Ring you conjured a portal. Clearly visualizing Stephen in his office; because you knew he would be hiding there. Sparks formed a circle exposing your man sitting in a plush lounge chair reading; his brows knitted together deep in thought. He didn’t even notice your arrival until you called him softly.

“Stephen”

“Hmm?”, never looking up from his book; fingers resting on his silver haired temple.

“Stephen…look at me. You’re going to want to see this.”

Slowly raising his head, his cerulean eyes grew wide and were suddenly shimmering bright with desire. He noticed you wearing one of his royal blue tunics with knee high stockings. A huge smile forming he beamed, “Well well well, to what do I owe the pleasure of this lovely surprise”

Stepping out of the portal you steadily walked towards him.

“Well, you’ve been working so much, and I wanted to help you relax. I really miss you in bed at night.” Tracing your index finger on his muscular shoulder sending a shiver up his spine.

Leaning forward to softly grab your hand, “Babe, you know I can’t just leave. I need figure this text, I’ll come join you in bed tonight later I promise.”

Refusing to take his no for an answer, you pressed his chest back down against the chair; removing the book that was on his lap setting it aside. His eyes too fixated on you to care that it was taken away let alone almost falling off his lap. Returning your palms to his body massaging up and down, enjoying the texture of his pristinely broad shoulders against your hands. Swaying your body to the music, his robe accentuating your curves. Your ass swishing with every movement like a graceful cat. His muscular toned form pressed against you releasing a deep vibrating hum turning you on even more. Eyes never breaking contact with his, the tension was electric. Licking his lips slowly, he began to grip the arms of the chair tightly.

Biting your lower lip making a seductive smirk you took your fingers and unbuckled the belt that hugged around the small of your waist. Threading it between your fingers to slowly drop it on the floor. Trailing up your arm you pulled a sleeve down to reveal a bare shoulder only to quickly pull it back up. Only to repeat the same action to the other side. Taking the elastic from your bun pulling it off to shake your hair down past your shoulders, running your fingers through it in a sensual motion. Seeing the hunger burning in his Caribbean blue eyes you winked at him, noticing his ears turning a bright red.

“Like what you see doctor?”

Stephen was gazing down at you full of hunger, he was defiantly in the right mindset now. Leaning back farther into his chair the lighting caused his eyes to disappear under the shadow of his brow. Releasing a deep hum of pleasure only to feel his pants begin to tighten.

With a deep baritone he demanded, “Like is more of a……understatement. Now show your Sorcerer Supreme what else you can do.”

Continuing with your show; twirling slowly over to bend down showing him your ass. Lifting the back of the robe ever so slightly to give him a small visual taste of you. Draping it back over to glacially trail your fingers up your leg. Failing to keep his standard mask of composure. Stephen was practically squirming in the chair at this point.

Raising the slip of the robe higher up your leg revealing more upper thigh you slowly with the music peeled off a sheer stocking revealing a bare leg followed by the other. Tossing both onto Stevens lap he laced them between his gloved fingers giving a sniff inhaling your sweet scent. Grazing your palms up to press and cup the fullness of your breasts in a tight squeeze, you couldn’t help but smile at Stephen enjoying himself. Chest breathing heavily, pupils blown wide and mouth becoming agape.

A smirk raised across on your lips, “You ok babe? You look like your about to faint.”

With a husky tone of desire he smiled, “I just…can’t believe that you are mine. You are so gorgeous babe”

Blushing from the compliment you flashed some skin peeking through the slip of the robe barely enough to show you wearing nothing underneath. Stephen began pawing at his trousers to sooth his aching member pressing even tighter against his pants. He doesn’t know how much longer he can control himself.

“Oh babe, you’re such a fucking tease. You are going to be the death of me. Look what you caused.”

Reaching for your hand he placed it on top of his trousers. Clearly feeling his hardened defined erection leaving little imagination to the size of it, giggling innocently your cheeks flushed brighter. Leaning with both arms on the chair for support to be closer to his face, your deep cut robe exposing ample amount of chest for Stephen to see. Nuzzling his neck softly with your nose hearing him give a hard swallow; low rumbles escaping from his throat. You could smell each other’s arousal, no doubt that you both wanted to tear each other apart right then and there.

Attempting to lean in to try and kiss you, he needed to feel you and he was getting more and more impatient. Shoving him back into the chair giving a wink,

“You’re a naughty boy Mr. Strange. I thought you mastered the art of patience”

Groaning with a soft murmur, “With you doing this it’s impossible to be a master of anything babe”

Stephens eyes were blown wider, he couldn’t believe how sexy this was and how beautiful you are, his own woman giving him a strip tease.

Steadily reaching for his right hand to seductively start pulling off his yellow leather gloves. Removing each with just the fingers first ever so tentatively, giving a slight tug sliding them off in a fluid motion. His breathing becoming heavier, you kept eye contact and pursued to follow with the left. He never allowed anyone to touch his hands let alone remove his armor but with you he was able to allow anything.

With sweet whisper of sincerity, “Scars and all, you have the most beautiful hands in the world.” Bringing up his right hand placing a gentle kiss upon it; your tongue giving a light kitten lick across the scars. Taking his thumb up to gently suck on it, releasing it with a gentle pop. Closing his eyes, he released a deep hearty moan that echoed across the room.

Stephen could not wait any longer and stood up urgently with attention, towering over you to tilt your head back with his soft calloused hands deepening the kiss. Releasing a moan in unison pulling away noticing a gentle smile plastered across his face. He was like a starving man, and you were his oasis. He wasted no time grabbing your waist and quickly conjuring a portal, having you both cross the threshold to your shared bedroom. Pulling you in once again much tighter he slid his tongue in your lips to feel the wet silk of your mouth. He craved control that was long overdue.

Between heavy kisses he tilted your head reaching for your neckline, “You are so… fucking… beautiful, I’m going to destroy you,” releasing a satisfied moan.

“I’d love to see that doctor, for I have been a bad little tease.”

Returning up to kiss you more he was all tongue and teeth openly claiming your mouth. Moaning in unison you both becoming lost in the moment. Never even realizing he was backing you up towards the four-poster bed. He threw you down on the yellow and red velvet duvet, hair sprawling out over the floral design.

Cloak quickly getting the hint detached from Stephens shoulders to swiftly fly out to make his exit into the nearby room; slamming the door behind him making you both share a chuckle.

Stephen gesturing slowly with his fingers locked the door with magic, turning to face you with an affectionate chuckle, “Glad he got the hint because the things I’m going to do to you would make him blush a brighter red.”

Crawling across the bed he practically pounced on you. Lust filled his eyes, the weight of his warm body bringing comfort and security to you. Caging your head between his muscular arms to lean forward giving you a soft kiss on your lips. Slowly moaning into his mouth, he pulled away giving you a look of admiration. You hastily reached for his shirt collar in desperation to remove the top layers of his robes, hungry to feel his warm skin against yours.

Noticing your desperation he took your wrists, pinning them above your head with his scarred hands that could easily envelop your face. Leaning in to give you another deep lingering kiss, the taste of his tongue was better than any drug. Pulling away breaking the kiss with just a whispers distance his eyes were on fire.

“I love it when you’re dominant Stephen, it makes my pussy so wet”

“I love to spoil and claim what’s mine and mine alone,” he winked.

He trailed his soft lips down your neckline creating purple flushed love marks along your collarbone. Threading his fingers through the neckline of your robe he slowly parted it open reveling your perfectly naked form. Panting with a deep hunger he placed his velvet lips between the valley of your breasts giving light kisses on your heart. Tilting his head, he trailed gentle kisses towards your right breast enveloping the tender flushed bud with his mouth. Circling with his tongue in a soft yet firm pattern on a nipple eliciting a sharp moan from your mouth. You could feel the smirk on his self-satisfied lips, the beard increasing the sensitivity on your delicate flesh even more. Cupping and massaging your engorged breasts occasionally biting and flicking his velvet tongue on the raised bud. Moving to the other he started the same pattern of worship on your chest.

Releasing a sharp moan from your mouth you instinctively gripped his grey temples making a frilled mess to his clean dressed hair, eagerly pressing his head deeper into your chest. Slipping the robe completely off of you, Stephen released a growl deep in his chest pulling away just a whisper from your face caressing your chin with his thumb. Eyes half open lost in your pleasure hearing his proclaim.

“I love you (y/n). Now Relax baby, let your Sorcerer take care of you”

You couldn't help but to take his thumb into your mouth again placing a gentle bite, making him moan and shudder with a smile on his lips. With how soft and velvety they were, he wanted desperately to feel you wrap them around his cock and have you swallow him whole. Freeing his thumb with a loud pop you gripped his hands tight; using his body weight to flip him over on his back, a Cheshire cat grin forming on his face.

“Oh ho, how the tables have turned. I love it when you dominant me baby. Are you going to ride me like a whore tonight?” reaching for your breasts with both hands.

Straddling his lower frame to rub your wet heat above his waistline feeling the friction of his cock beneath his pants. Trailing your hands down his arms to paw his chest for balance.

“Oh, we will definitely get there, but this is about you tonight baby, let me get off on fucking and pleasuring you tonight”

Releasing a husky moan, “Use me for your desires babe, for tonight I am your servant, and you my master”

Lifting your body, you slid off the bed gesturing him with a finger to stand before you. Stephen like an excited puppy was all too eager to obey your command. He quickly crawled off the bed to stand with arms stretched out.

Smiling with satisfaction at his submissive approach you threaded your fingers between his belt, quickly pulling it off in a fluid motion. Together you have fucked so many times in every possible location you were pretty sure you could undress him with one hand blindfolded if the opportunity was there. Tossing it to the floor, you snapped your fingers to magic the rest of his clothing off. Only to leave him in his black boxer briefs. His body looked like it was carved by the Grecian gods. Using every ounce of restraint to not lick every ab and crevice of his muscular form.

Quirking an eyebrow cocking his head he scolded, “Naughty girl, your cheating”

“Call me impatient but you’re to delicious. Be lucky I’m not using my magic to tie you to the bed right now and fuck your brains out,” reaching for his well-defined erection that silhouetted his boxers to begin rubbing it with your thumb and index finger feeling his hips buck quickly in response.

With labored breath, “I’d like that very much (y/n), you know I’m a glutton for your punishment”

Lacing your index fingers along the waistband you slowly pulled his briefs down to witness his thick throbbing cock release from the restraint. A soft sigh of relief escaping his parted lips as it sprung free from their confines.

You couldn’t help but stare at him, no matter how many times you both made love his cock always looked massive. Thinking of all the things you wanted to do to him; it sent a jolt through your core imagining the feeling of it inside you, the fullness and depths that it could reach.

“You like what you see?”

“Always…” you purred.

Softly caressing his thighs trailing your fingers to his length forming a firm grip on his shaft. Flattening your tongue you dragged it from the base to the frenulum, placing a delicate kiss with a few licks to wipe of the pre cum dripping from his slit, eliciting a soft moan from Stephen. He blew out a slow exhale, bringing his hand down to your face for his thumb to gently caress your cheek. His piercing blue eyes watching as your lips parted and took him into your mouth.

Sucking in air through gritted teeth he released a hearty moan as you began to move back and forth. Your mouth and hands sliding together in unison, soaking him with your mouth, leaving no part of him untouched. You couldn’t resist taking your hands to grab his ass, pulling his girth deeper into your throat. Glancing up to him you noticed his head began to tilt back while reaching to support himself on the wooden bed frame. Eyes closed and lost in the rapture of your mouth releasing moans and sighs. The feeling of watching him lost in the pleasure caused by you was beyond gratifying, the great sorcerer supreme turning to putty in your hands. Humming with pleasure he brought a scarred hand behind your head and threaded his fingers through your hair to gently encourage you to go even farther. Taking a deep breath to take him all in, your eyes watered nearly causing you to gag.

His groans sounded like a sweet symphony in your ears. Unrestrained and deep, his baritone moans causing a wet hot pool between your thighs.

“Fuck you are perfect babe” groaning with praise.

Giving up all self control he had left, head tilting back even farther exposing his perfect neckline.

You couldn’t help but hum from the praise causing Stephen to buck his hips slightly in response to the sudden vibration. Wrapping both hands around his thick shaft you worked him with a firm steady pace causing his hips to buck harder in response. Hollowing out your cheeks giving him a few more pumps with your mouth you released yourself from him with a loud pop. A string of thick saliva connecting from your lower lip to his cock.

Stephen leaning his head down to gaze at you. Sweat beading on his forehead, he was left gasping for air with his mouth hung open.

“I want more, please, I beg of you give me more!” He pleaded looking at you dead in the eyes grabbing the sides of your head with both of his hands. He was attempting to bring your head back to his cock in desperation to feel more, but you took his hands to push him back into the bed; you had another plan.

Crawling back on top to straddle him his cock just grazing your entrance. You continued to rub him between your sopping folds creating a natural lubricant. Emitting a sharp moan from Stephen’s throat making him close his eyes as he pawed the bed sheets.

“I said I’d take care of you; did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that?”

Stephen’s breath hitched and nodded in a responsive no; raising his hips up to try to gain more friction against your wet heat. You smiled in response to his desperation positioning yourself just above the red throbbing tip of his cock. Leaning forward to trail kisses down his muscular torso placing love bites along the way you brought yourself back up placing both hands on his chest for balance. Slowly lowering yourself down swallowing his cock whole inch by inch releasing a sweet sigh in unison.

“Fuck me,” Stephen responded shooting his head forward suddenly his eyes locked on your form.

“You feel so good Stephen, you feel so good inside my tight pussy,” purring with your head tilted up back arched. Slowly rolling your hips backwards and forwards against his. Setting a seductive rhythm that felt like powerful crashing waves. He gripped the sheets tightly, whiteness forming on his knuckles exposing his delicate scars as you ground your hips in a circular motion. Pulling yourself up, sliding down, and moving forward. His blue eyes were captivated by you like the seductive sorceress that you are. You knew he could feel you from every angle and you kept your steady pace of riding him. He felt like he was in heaven floating on cloud nine.

You slammed down slightly harder bringing him back to earth as you moved faster with more vigor against his thick cock.

The sound of your moans filling the room with the most beautiful chrous he ever heard. Watching you was always the most erotic sight in the world. Head thrown back, mouth in a O. You were perfect; a work of art crafted just for him. Lowing your head leaving all feelings to abandon, he grabbed your hips and assisted with bringing you up and down. Faster and faster the pleasure coming in waves. Your breaths becoming increasingly shallow and faster as you absorbed every ounce of pleasure your body could handle.

As your bounces became more prominent so did his assistance, thrusting up harder underneath you while guiding you back down to his cock. Your moans mixed with screams of pleasure. He couldn’t help but stare at were your bodies joined, it was always the sexiest thing to witness.

Stephen ran his hands up your waist pawing at your perfect breasts, oh how he loved the feeling of them in his large hands. Massaging them while tugging your nipples eliciting a sharp moan from your mouth a smirk across his. Propping himself against the headboard he pulled you close, your bodies entwined sweating with the proof of your passions. He tilted his head down sucking on your breasts, licking the sweat with such hunger and tenacity lost in the moment.

“You have the most perfect tits babe, you skin tastes divine,” he professed his lips grazing for the other.

Leaning in to kiss him with such urgency, you needed to taste him. The velvet texture of your tongue penetrating his full lips claiming his mouth for your own, he tasted like heaven. The vibration of your moans sending shockwaves down your flesh. He returned the favor by kissing your jaw, neck and chest. You fully enjoying the velvet softness of his lips that he gifted your starving flesh.

His eidetic memory proving good use, for he knew this position would send your body into a powerful climax. Clutching your hips, he assisted in rocking you back and forth his arm muscles bulging with each movement, a small gasp escaping from your lips with each movement brushing your cervix in the perfect fashion. Arms laced around his neck resting on top of his strong broad shoulders you nuzzled into his neck inhaling his scent placing nips along his collar and earlobe. Hearing him moan in response flamed the heat in your core making the wetness in your heat to increase. He couldn’t resist moving his hips in time with yours as the pace increased. He pressed your body slightly backwards not only for a better view, but to hit the g-spot that always made you see white stars.

Eyes rolling back fluttering, you moaned into his ear, “I love you Stephen, you always do it so good,” Without missing a beat he groaned into the shell of your ear, “and I love you more (y/n). You always take my cock so well babe”

Pressing against his lean chest he felt your pussy drip and begin to quiver and knew you were close. Your swollen cunt gripping his aching member tighter with each movement he gave. Soon you felt yourself start throbbing, whimpering as you felt your climax quickly build. Stephen started to moan louder, and you rocked harder and faster on top of him, goosebumps forming on your flesh. Neither of you wanted this moment to end.

Belting out mumbles of sweet praises, his name running off your lips like a chat or a prayer the two of you reached your climax at the same time just as Stephen had planned. He was a control freak but still valued your pleasure above his own. Gripping tightly to him like a koala you stayed there riding out your high. Enjoying each wave of pleasure that you both gave.

Bringing a slender hand up he brushed the damped strands of hair from your forehead placing a tender kiss breathing heavily.

“That was amazing baby, thank you”

Cupping you face placing a gentle kiss to your lips he looked into your eyes smiling, “I should be the one thanking you babe for going through all the trouble. You didn’t have to do all of this”

“How else was I going to pry you away from your work,” you giggled leaning on his forehead.

Lifting you gently off him you winced slightly at the absence of him turning you gently to lay next to him. His cum leaking down your thighs he manifested a couple of hot towels to clean you. Your tender folds making you shudder at the contact. Not only was Stephen the king of sex, by he was the master of aftercare.

Grasping for him you rolled over draping a leg over his attempting to stay as close to him as possible, fingers playing with his soft hair. Looking up at him with admiration enjoying the moment he brought his arm around yours locking you together in a warm embrace.

Stroking your shoulder with his thumb he looked down at you, “I’m sorry if it seems like I have been ignoring you these past few days. Sometimes I just lose sight of what’s important”

“And what is that?” you asked curiously looking up at him.

Gripping you chin with his thumb and index finger stroking your chin lightly, “You”

Trailing a finger across his damp chest, “It’s okay Stephen, taking care of our universe is no easy task, and I’ll always be grateful for your dedication and sacrifices”

A wide smile grew across his face, he placed a gentle kiss upon your lips. Tucking his free hand under his pillow he felt for a small velvet box, a delicate secret he’s been crafting for months. No, not yet, not just yet…. returning the arm to hug you tighter placing another kiss on top of your head.

“I love you (y/n)”

“I love you more Stephen Strange”

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vi-trying-to-survive · 2 years

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hey. idk if this is a weird request or not, but could you do something with stephen and pregnant! reader? like maybe when they find out reader is pregnant and just fluffy stuff throughout the months up until the baby is born?

Baby Fever

Stephen Strange x f!pregnant!Reader

Summary: Stephen and (Y/N) are having a baby and though its not always the easiest they've never been happier 💖💖💖

Warning: No warnings, just good pregnancy fluff 💖💖💖

A/N: Hi guys, I know I've been inactive for the longest time cause of exams but I'm finally done. It's been a while since I've written anything, so I hope you like it and pls let me know if you have any ideas of how to improve my writing or you can put in a request if you have anything you want me to write :))))) 💖💖💖

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Her fingers trembled as she held the slim, plastic stick in her hands, biting her lip so hard she almost drew blood, and yet the only thing she could fix her mind on was the blank space that would give her the result that she dreamed of or the one that she dreaded. It didn't help that her husband, who honestly meant well, kept pressing on her shoulders, a sweet but terrible attempt at a massage to relax her nerves, somehow managing to do the complete opposite. She pressed her eyes tightly together, some part of her unable to face the disappointment, that created a burning pit in the bottom of her stomach, keeping the air from entering her lungs, that made her feel like she was suffocating as her world closed in around her. Maybe if she never looked, she wouldn't have to go through the torment again, but she was quickly pulled from her thoughts at the joyful kisses from the man that stood over her. Opening her eyes, she curiously brought the test up to her test, unable to stop the warm tears that streaked down her face when she was met by two pink lines, side by side, her lips pulled into a wide grin.

She let out relieved laugh when she felt Stephen pull her to her feet, lifting her gently into the air with such excitement, as she threw her arms around him, gripping tightly, trying to eliminate the space in between their bodies. He felt like he couldn't breath when she did that, just the bare minimum amount of oxygen reaching his lungs, but in the moment he couldn't care less, he was going to be a father, instead he chose to pull her closer careful, chuckling along with her while peppering her face with kisses. She squealed, pushing his face away playfully, but he couldn't stop, the feeling of his heart overflowing with love, and for a second he stopped, staring at her in bewilderment, "I'm going to be a father". It came out more as a whisper if anything, his clear, blue eyes growing softer at the thought of the child that they would raise, a wonderful dream playing in his mind. She gently placed a hand on his cheek, causing him into to lean into her touch reflexively, humming at her soft scent of jasmine and lilies, " Yes you are, and you're going to be a great one", finding himself smiling to match hers, as he felt her nestle closer to his side.

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(Y/N) was so happy that she was pregnant, she was so grateful that she was going to be a mother to a child with the man of her dreams by her side, but no one ever said she had to like the process of how a child was born. She would've thought that a pregnant woman would require a healthy amount of sleep, but here she was retching her dinner violently into the still water that sat unmoving at the bottom of the toilet bowl, her arm resting against the cool, porcelain material, somewhat curing her of the uncomfortable, stuffy warmth that seemed to envelope her. She felt like she was 20 again, on the floor of her best friends bathroom, but it was different this time. This time she wasn't cursed with an awful hangover from a testy night out on the town, probably regretting a terrible mistake. This time she had Stephen and she was grateful for him, dutifully holding her tangled messy locks back, as he helped her off the ground, cautiously sitting her on the bathroom counter, reaching for the towel that hung haphazardly across the back of the door, placing a tender kiss on the crown of her head, before dabbing off the trail of vomit that stained her chin lightly, with the most affectionate look strewn on his face, which caused her heart to swell with love for him.

He worked quickly, and she soon found herself tucked away under the fluffy, cotton sheets, her head sinking down on the airy pillows, causing her sigh in delight. She felt her eyes flutter, threatening to close with exhaustion despite doing nothing but throw up for the past half hour, but she fought it, "Thank you", she half yawned, still gripping tightly at the man's wrist, running her fingers aimlessly back and forth across his skin. He chuckled quietly at her, "You don't have to say thank you", brushing back a strand of hair that fell loosely across her eyes, his hand trailing down the side of her face, "You're the one carrying our kid, it's the least I could do". His response tugged the corner of her lip, raising them into a smile, as she pulled his palm close to her, fondly pressing her lips against the roughened surface, silently drifting into sleep.

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"I mean do you want to know if they're a boy or a girl", he gasped in exasperation, watching the woman that sat opposite him, holding her head in her hands, digging her fingers into his scalp, impatiently frowning at him, "Because it's starting to sound like you do", he finished, crossing his arms across his chest defensively.

"No I don't-", she sighed, letting her head fall onto the cool marble of the kitchen counter, continuing to groan exasperatedly. "But the curiosity is killing me, I mean haven't you ever wanted to know something so badly but also not wanted to know it just as badly ?", she exclaimed, her arms flailing about in the air in distress, as though it further extenuates her point.

He rolled his eyes, lovingly at her, responding blatantly, "No-", before turning back to face the pile of dripping dishes that stood by the sink, grabbing a greying rag that hung weakly from a hook, beginning to rub away the dripping water from each one.

"That's a lie", she persisted, giving him a stern look, now pushing herself off the chair and onto the island counter, so she could look the man eye to eye as she stared him down. She often felt that making herself tall enough to meet his gaze in a disagreement made her more intimidating, but when she swung her feet back and forth from where they hung off the edge, Stephen had to do everything in his power to contain his laughter.

He pressed his lips tightly together in an attempt to compose himself, "Whatever you say darling", forcing himself to finish the task at hand. He could already imagine the frustrated look on the woman's face, eyebrows furrowed together, cheeks practically turning a bright, burning red from the sheer amount of stress that she had built out of nothing, with her arms crossed in the most infuriated looking manner as she could manage.

She huffed, boring her eyes into his back, as he continued to wipe down the clean dishes, her lips curving into a pout.

He tried his best to ignore her antics, but like always he failed, turning around to position himself between her legs, pulling her frame into his, so that she was practically enveloped in him, mimicking her expression comically, knowing his plan had worked when she squeezed her mouth shut to stop her erupting giggles. When she didn't burst into a fit of laughter, he figured that he had to try something else, wiggling his fingers menacingly, before reaching for her sides, tickling, causing her to break character. Shaking with laughter, she struggled to get her words out, "Stop- I'm- I'm supposed to be mad at you".

He smirked softly, bringing his hands to rest at her waist, cocking his head to look at her, "Well you could never stay mad at me anyway, now is definitely not the time to start", leaning in to connect their lips for a loving kiss.

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"Stephen!!". (Y/N) yelled, from where she lay, nestled amongst the fluffy throw pillows that were once meticulously arranged across their bed, her hand resting on the bump that had grown in the past 7 months, an almost protective reflex, "Can you get me my juice, I think I left it in the kitchen".

"I think you enjoy bossing me around a little too much, darling", Stephen groaned playfully, giving her a teasing look with his lips pursed as he handed her the cold glass, pressing his lips against her forehead and then her belly, while she rolled her eyes affectionately at him.

"Well you try carrying this baby around", she lamented, smacking him along the arm jokingly, giggling softly at his feigned defeat, "Once I sit down there is no getting up until at least 2 hours" .

"Alright, alright-", he sighed, shaking his head a little, turning to look at her, feeling her gaze fixated on him, almost as though she was trying to put him some sort of trance, but luckily for Stephen she didn't know that kind of magic, but that never stopped her from getting her way with him. After a few minutes he gave in to her longing stare, unable to resist the bright, hopeful look behind her eyes, "Why are you looking at me like that ?", he wondered out-loud, a little curious.

She grinned widely, rubbing her hands together in what she thought was menacingly, "Can you give me a back-rub ?", already knowing that he could- would never say no. It's not like she was trying to torture her husband, in fact she wished he didn't have to do all this for her, but at this point her belly was weighing her down and making her already bad posture worse, which did nothing for her lower back. The pain only seemed to spread overtime, growing sharper and more unbearable, all she could do was tell herself that the result of this pain would be so worth it. That and ask her husband for back massages, because in the few minutes that he pressed his hands skilfully along her back she felt the soreness subside and just for a short time she felt air-like, it was practically euphoric.

"You are so lucky I love you", he forced his lips together, fighting but eventually failing to keep the growing smile from spreading across his features, swiftly but gently positioning himself behind her, careful not to hurt her in any way, to which she settled comfortably in between his legs, enjoying the comforting warmth that radiated from his skin to hers, giving her an ease unmatched by any other. Despite all the extra tasks that came with a pregnant wife, Stephen felt as though it only made him love her more, how she was always so strong and capable despite carrying another person in her, carrying the weight of not one but two people, going through changes that he may never understand, fears that he may never understand and yet she still radiated such a calming energy to everyone.

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"Oh my gosh!", (Y/N) exclaimed, her pain-laced shouts echoing through the aged and empty hallways of the sanctum, as she leaned weakly along the bed frame, impatiently waiting on her husband, "Stephen I am literally in so much pain- If you do not portal us to the hospital right now-". She sounded cranky, but anyone would be if they were overcome with the worst stomach cramps that they have ever experienced in their lives, all while a baby is trying to leave their body. She thought, more like she hoped that she would be one of these people that had zero pain, but it seemed she was the complete opposite.

"Hold on- hold on-, Im just getting your night bag", the sight of him brought some semblance of hope to her, as he rushed around with a bag stuffing clothes and towels into it, occasionally turning to give her a sympathetic look, a look that did nothing to help her, which only infuriated her more.

"I don't care about the night bag right now-", she whined, running her hands over her face in frustration, the beads of sweat spreading all over her face from the hot flashes she was feeling, making the whole space feel even more stuffy and uncomfortable. She just wished that the baby had picked a more reasonable time to come and no 3 a.m., but then again this was the child of Stephen Strange, so it was no surprise that it chose the most dramatic time to be born. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, reaching out with one hand to pinch her thigh sharply, thinking that maybe it would distract her from the piercing pain that was growing from her lower abdomen, but it only seemed to make everything worse, causing her to sigh in exasperation.

"But you will", his words tore her from the bubble she had created, and she found him standing in front of her, the bag though zipped up, looked like it was ready to burst apart, a soft smile painted on his face, in anticipation of this baby they had been waiting months for.

"But I care about this child that is trying to leave my womb", she frowned, her arms waving about in the air so dramatically, she was close to slapping the man. He was quick to work, slipping his sling ring onto his fingers, the blazing orange ring forming before them, revealing a more brightly lit, sterile looking waiting room, a few people peering through to them from the other side, but she didn't care anymore, she just needed the pain to stop and for this child to be out of her womb and in her arms. "Okay, just a little longer love, you're at the end of it already", his words came out quietly, close to a whisper as he laced their fingers together, tenderly helping her through the portal.

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"Who would've thought that something so amazing would be produced from something so awful", (Y/N)'s words broke the silence that had settled amongst the pair as they watched the bundled up child in her arms, occasionally shifting her arms up to stretch before curling back up in her arms. She found it hard to tear her eyes from her but eventually she did, her gaze easily drifting to watch her husband, who was leaning down to be as close as he possibly could to them, their pinky fingers just barely laced together but it still brought a calming sense to her.

He reached out a finger in front of the baby, which she was quick to take into her small ones, and (Y/N) could have sworn she had never seen Stephen Strange as speechless or bewildered in her life and that was pretty major considering the fact that they were both wizards who have fought alongside the avengers."But look at her tiny hands and feet", he whispered out, not wanting to startle the new-born, not wanting to stop looking at her, almost as though it would all disappear he did.

"I know she's so beautiful", she sighed in satisfaction, as she admired her husband, reaching a free hand out to tangle her fingers in his hair, causing him to hum in delight as she dug deeper and tugged on the locks, " I can't believe that we made a tiny human", leaning her head down slightly to place chaste kiss on the crown of her head.

Watching his wife yawn widely, he felt concern for her, only just nothing the dark circles that had formed under her eyes, that were almost fluttering shut , suggesting, "Why don't you rest darling, I can watch her while you do".

"That would be nice", she thought out loud, as she glanced down at the little baby girl in her arms, "I love her so much, but I have never been so tired in my entire life", passing over the fluffy bundle of pink blankets over to her husband. He adjusted to holding her in his arms, before leaning towards (Y/N), giving her a loving kiss on the cheek, to which she practically purred with in delight in her exhaustive state. Stephen chuckled softly trying not to startle the baby in his arms, as he leaned back in his seat, pulling himself closer to her, so amazed at his child and his wife for producing something so wonderful.

She shuffled around on the stiff hospital mattress for a few seconds before finding the perfect spot, sighing happily, her head positioned to look at the man she loved, whispering discreetly into their child's ear, not that she would even understand whatever he said, but it still made her heart swell with love and joy for her family.

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firsttraintovictoriaville · 2 years

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i’m a different anon than the one who asked the Maine/WV ship bingo but hot damn “give me a love confession admist a lighthouse covered in fog” is something i didn’t know i needed but now i need it immediately

Anon, for you

Coast Guard wanted to get rid of the foghorns, replace them with battery detection devices or some radar device that was better suited for Stephen King's sci-fi and fantasy ventures that the real world. And Maine was someone who based himself completely in the real world (King novels aside)

Foghorns saved lives. Maine learned to not trust the fog. Fog and lighthouses and him were not-so strange bedfellows. October to May, he would leave the lobsters behind and take his blanket, his Bean Boots, a few bottles of Allen's Coffee Brandy, and a well worn copy of Salem's Lot and climb up the stairs to the lighthouse. To the isolation and darkness and claustrophilia that a lighthouse provided. There was someone else that loved that- but just more underground. West Virginia loved his coal mines even when they killed him. That was their shared fate and why Maine knew that that the kisses and glances and embraces would mean nothing for the rest of time.

You could not love someone that much when the only thing you had ever been certain you loved was solitude. That didn't stop Maine from putting up a picture of West Virginia on the wall of the lighthouse as Maine stared out into the unforgiving Atlantic sea and rocky coastlines until all he could see, as it was right in this very moment, was the thickness of the fog.

He pressed the foghorn and let the slow rumbly wail envelope the lighthouse and the sea, enclosing himself even more into the darkness, until a canary smacked its beak against the window. Maine smiled. Canaries belonged in coal mines not lighthouses. Coal mines. Maine put on his Bean Boots and toque and raced down the lighthouse stairs flinging the door open. Thick, thick, unforgiving, unforgiving, all encompassing fog.

He was becoming one of the lighthouse keepers that los tall sense of things, there was never a canary- a hand, rugged and worn grabbed at his wrist and there was West Virginia in front of him, the light on his miner's hat on and work boots on his feet. "Hey."

"West, what the fack? Do you know how dangerous it is?"

"'Sure I do. But the methane damp got another mine." The smile dropped and Maine could hear clearly the staggered labored breathing West took between words. "And I know I can't die but Maine, if I could then I wouldn't have what I wanted to say."

This was real. Maine wasn't going crazy, this was it. West had teleported in front of him and found a pair of worn leather work boots and all Maine could think of was how glad they were in the fog so West Virginia wouldn't be able to really see how big of a stupid grin Maine had on. "Say it then."

"I love you."

And in that fog that Maine knew better than he knew himself, he found West Virginia's waist and embraced with a slow gentle kiss. "I love you too."

#ask #anon #my fanfic #welcome to the table #i'm so sorry anon i had to do it on em #no editing or nothing on this i just wrote this raw

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space-mermaid-writing · 1 year

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Faded Black Ink [IronStrange] - Chapter 13

Relationship: Doctor!Stephen Strange x Mafia!Tony Stark

Tags: Mafia AU, Angst, Romance, Idiots in love

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Chapter's note: It's time for the boys to get into fancy clothes. I did a lot of research of luxury brands for this one. Only the best for them.

Chapter 13: The Gala

Stephen gave the key of his sports car to the valet and put the card he got in return in the inside pocket of his jacket. As he walked up the steps to the gala’s location, he adjusted his cuffs. He showed his invitation to a man with a suit and tablet, then entered the hall through the large doors.

The gala was already in full swing. He had been careful not to arrive too early, preferring to jump into the action.

Immediately he was handed a flute of champagne. "Good evening, Doctor Strange." He was greeted by a handsome young man, whose sole purpose seemed to be to greet guests with their names. Stephen answered with a short nod of his head.

The theme of the gala location was simple elegance. Black and silver. A string quartet played in one corner. There were two open bars. Stephen counted about a hundred people mingling. He saw the dean from Metro’s, as well as some influential businessmen and politicians he had only seen in tabloids before.

A few days earlier, the Doctor had found the invitation to this gala in his mail. It was in a hand-addressed envelope without a stamp. The event had no occasion, just a gathering of the rich and successful of the city. And it was without press. Stephen was flattered to be counted among them. He had gotten himself a new suit especially for the occasion – which had cost him quite a bit on such short notice. But it was worth it. As he mingled, he got curious looks from some ladies – and gentlemen, too.

He joined a group that included an investor, the owner of an art gallery and a best-selling author. It was easy for him to fit in. Turning on his charm, he contributed to the conversation, cracking jokes or expressing his approval at appropriate moments. Stephen enjoyed the company, the atmosphere, and the prestige. This was what he always wanted. What he had worked hard for the last few years.

The author took his leave for the bar after a while and Stephen also decided to move on when the dean joined him. "Strange, why am I not surprised to see you here?" Grinning, the man extended his hand to him and Stephen shook it.

The dean was a man in his 50s, his hair already more gray than blond. Stephen found him to be a pleasant, if gossipy, man who was committed to his hospital, but also never lost sight of the numbers. For that, he was exactly what a dean should be. At least his success was reflected in Metro's reputation.

"Good to know, there are some actual people with a brain in here. Not just people who like to hear themselves talk." On the one hand, it never hurt to compliment his boss, but on the other, Stephen was actually glad to know someone with whom he had common topics of conversation. While he had no problem making small talk with complete strangers and to rub elbows, he knew listening to the boring, self-centered drivel of others for hours on end could get tiring.

The dean – obviously pleased with the compliment – put his hand on his shoulder. "You know, it was one of my best decisions to hire you. Never regretted it once. You're worth your money, Strange."

Flattered at these words, Stephen was about to retort something when he was distracted by a group entering the room. Tony Stark had arrived at the gala. Stephen had hoped he would be here as well, but seeing him left him speechless. He was the epitome of expensive.

The Alexander Price suit was such a dark shade of blue that it would only hint of the color if caught in the right lighting, sateen pinstripes subtly. Hand tailored for him, it fit as comfortable as a second skin and accented all of the best features he had to offer. It alone cost six months of salary for the average middle-class citizen. Beneath that, a white Prada dress shirt made of cotton so fine it rivaled silk. Adorning his neck was a silk Kiton black tie.

Upon his wrist, a Glashutte Original watch in a brushed stainless steel - the accessory itself costing more than everything else combined. And finally at his feet, a pair of black leather dress shoes that he'd paid a cobbler in Italy handsomely for.

At his side were Pepper – who stepped away to whatever important people she had spotted – and a man Stephen had never seen before. He was tall and dark, with a serious face and a military haircut. He and Tony were close and Stephen couldn't help but feel a sting of jealousy in his chest, seeing them together. They talked quietly. Tony had tilted his head toward the other man, punctuating his words with expansive gestures. If Stephen had to take a guess, he'd say he spoke with this mix of English and Italian Stephen loved about him. Something Tony only did when he was relaxed and comfortable around someone. Or extremely angry. But that was definitely not the case.

The dean’s gaze had followed Stephens's eyes and had spotted Tony Stark in the crowd as well. "Try to stay on Stark's good side," he said. "The hospital could use a new MRI machine."

For a second Stephen's face fell and the grip on his glass hardened. "If you have a request for Mr. Stark, ask him yourself. I'm not your messenger," he growled between his teeth, quietly enough that bystanders couldn't hear it.

"Of course," the dean hastened to say. He seemed to realize he had hit a sore spot and tried to smooth the waters. "I'd never assume that."

But Stephen's mood was sour enough that he turned away and left. He didn't care that he left his boss standing there. He didn't head straight for Tony, not after the dean's words, but he kept his tabs on him.

Tony was walking through the crowd like Moses through the sea. People were making way for him, knowingly or subconsciously. Tony stopped every now and then, shook hands or exchanged words with business partners and acquaintances. He was doing business with the whole city.

He wasn’t the host of this gala, but with as much money he invested in buying invitations, it might as well be.

Recent events, however, had made him take precautions. In addition to Rhodey, who remained by his side as his personal bodyguard tonight, a handful of his men mingled with the guests to ensure his safety, as well as Pepper's and Stane's.

His involuntary encounter with Hydra the other day at the bar had made him wary. More so what Nick Fury had shown him on his tablet. It was still a secret that the man was actually alive. He operated best from the shadows, but promised Stark to keep him updated on anything that regarded him.

Tony let his gaze wander around the room. He had already spoken to many people, but not the one he was waiting for.

"You're unfocused tonight," Rhodey observed from beside him. "That's not like you." He knew his friend well enough to know that it wasn't anxiety. From what he'd heard – and Tony had always been bad at hiding things from him – it wasn't hard to guess who he was hoping to meet. And Rhodey was curious to meet the doctor he heard so much about.

"Just impatient," Tony replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Well, that's nothing new."

The corners of Tony's mouth twitched upward. Rhodey's presence calmed him, but also reminded him that he wasn't just here for fun; he had work to do. Still, it didn't stop him from scanning the room.

"Looking for me?" he heard Strange speak closely into his ear.

Tony turned around and looked Strange up and down as best he could considering how close they stood. Dark grey suit, crisp white button up and a tie in an accentuated color. He instantly wanted to peel everything off the man and devour him.

"You'll do," Tony replied. Strange snorted in response, but Tony ignored it, just grinned broadly. He pointed to his bodyguard. "Stephen, this is Rhodey. The guy who befriended me in college because my father told him so."

Suddenly the closeness between them Stephen had noticed earlier made sense.

The two men looked at each other and shook their hands.

"Nice to meet you."

"Likewise," Rhodey replied. "Heard you ratted me out." There was something like amusement in his voice and Stephen was glad the man didn't hold a grudge against him for revealing what had apparently been a secret for many years. It gave him the confidence to continue with banter.

"Everyone with a brain could have added one and one together.

"Hey," Tony protested at Stephen's words. "I'm right here. Can't you at least pretend to be nice to me?"

"Nice doesn't seem to hold your attention span for very long," Strange observed.

"He's got you there, Tony," Rhodey smiled.

Tony grumbled, but secretly was glad the two men got along. Rhodey was family, has been for many years, and his opinion mattered to him. "You're lucky you have a pretty face, doc."

At that moment, Pepper joined the trio and her face was business. "Tony, Senator Vice is waiting for you. And I don't want to hear any excuses from you again." Her eyes drifted to Stephen and she gave him an apologetic smile, knowing she was interrupting them. "Hello Doctor Strange."

"Miss Potts," he greeted her with a nod.

Tony gave a theatrical sigh. "Fine, I will speak to him. Rhodey, you're coming with me. I don't want you and the doc to team up against me." He winked at Stephen. "I'll see you later." It was a promise.

Stephen didn't stay alone for long. As if waiting for an opportunity to meet him alone, a middle-aged man joined him. He was bald and wore glasses, but his gaze behind them was sharp.

"Doctor Strange?" Contrary to the event they were at, he was all business and extended his hand to him, which Stephen politely took. "My name is Jasper Sitwell. I’m an associate of the UCSF Medical Center in San Francisco."

Now that was interesting. Stephen eyed him curiously. "Nice to meet you. If you don't mind me asking, why are you all the way in New York? I'm sure San Francisco has similar great parties."

Sitwell smiled but even though it reached his eyes, it seemed forced. Not a man of humor then. "Business," he simply explained. "I like to combine work with pleasure." He took a sip of his champagne. "Now, if you don't mind me asking, how do you like your position at MHC?"

"Why? Are you trying to lure me away?" Stephen asked jokingly, but Sitwell answered with a simple, "Maybe." and that got the doctor shut up and took a sharp breath. The UCSF was one of the best Hospitals for Neurology and Neurosurgery in the whole northern hemisphere. Top notch.

"I heard about your success with a pediatric cervical spine surgery and the unusual method you used," Sitwell added.

That was a surgery Stephen was proud to have successfully performed. He tried to keep his tone neutral, however. After all, he was an expert in humble bragging. "Well, halfway through the surgery the patient's spine became unstable. We had to improvise and insert two plates and five screws to help stabilize it. I used a technique similar to the Schubert method. It was similar enough that I could adjust the parameters."

"You improvised on the fly," Sitwell correctly summarized.

"A calculated risk, but a successful one." His patient – a boy of nine years – didn't even suffer from so much as the occasional neck pain.

Sitwell clarified his words. "I meant it as a compliment. Your quick thinking saved the patient from a life in a wheelchair. This is the kind of doctor I want in my facility."

"Thank you," Stephen said honestly. Both for the compliment and for the indirect job offer. "Although I have to say, I'm very happy being the head of the surgery department here in New York." He was ambitious, and even though UCSF was an excellent institution, he wanted to move up, not down, in his career. He wasn't about to trade his position for a lesser.

"I'm sure we can work out the details." Sitwell handed him a business card. "Call me if you consider moving."

Stephen nodded. "I'll think about it." He pocketed the card and – after Sitwell bid him farewell with a nod – headed for the bar. This was news he needed to digest. It could be a huge step in his career. But he decided to think about it later and enjoy the party for now. And boy it had turned out to be a good party. He felt like he was walking on air. It might have been due to Sitwell's words and his offer, but Stephen had rarely felt so well entertained. The catering was excellent and a general exuberance was in the air. Quite a few couples danced to the music.

At the bar, he let a group of three ladies go ahead before he ordered himself. They were young; probably spoiled daughters of rich parents. They thanked him with giggles and sneaked some glances in his direction. Even when their glasses were already in front of them, they lingered at the bar. But college girls really weren't Stephen's cup of tea. After he got his whiskey, he turned to the other direction.

On his other side was a man who was also getting a new drink. He looked up briefly and nodded politely at Stephen, raising his glass in greeting. Stephen returned the gesture.

"Nice gala," he said in a general non-committal manner.

"Indeed. I'm Samuel Hill by the way." The man was shorter than Stephen and an aura of restlessness surrounded him, as if he had never learned to stop and savor the moment. He had short, blond hair and blinked more than average.

"Doctor Stephen Strange."

"Fancy. What kind of doctor are you?" Hill asked.

"Neurosurgeon," Stephen replied curtly. It was a conversation he probably had a dozen times today, and admittedly it was getting boring.

"So, brains and stuff."

"Yeah. Brains and stuff." Sarcasm resonated in Stephen's voice, but Hill didn't notice.

"I work at Wall Street," the other man told him, unprompted. "Just the other day I managed to..."

Stephen listened to him with only half an ear. His eyes had found Tony in the crowd, as they had so many times tonight. It was inevitable. Stephen circled around him like a planet around its sun.

A group of people had gathered around Tony, hanging on every word that came from his lips. Stephen could relate. There was something about him that was fascinating. And he looked ravishing, the epitome of casual elegance others could only dream of.

Tony looked at him, and they locked eyes across the room. Tony waved and Stephen scoffed affectionately, turning his attention back to the man beside him.

"...I'm just happy I was able to snag two invitations. It wasn't exactly cheap. Unfortunately, my fiancee broke her ankle last week and couldn't accompany me."

Stephen frowned. He had obviously missed part of the conversation and didn't catch what they were talking about. He made a sound of agreement and a universal gesture of 'well, what can you do?'. It seemed to be the right response, because satisfied, Hill ordered them both new drinks.

Tony's eyebrows raised as he watched Stephen interact with the other man, who was clearly being too friendly with his doc. The muscles in his jaw tightened, the shine of his eyes dulling ever so slightly at this intrusion. To him, it was an intrusion.

He took a slow sip of his martini before he started moving. The glass still in his hand, he navigated through the crowd and carelessly interjected himself into the conversation.

"Hi. I'm Tony Stark," he introduced himself, interrupting whatever the other man was talking about.

"Oh, nice to meet you, Mr. Stark. I'm very- …"

Tony didn't let him finish. "Much holding up my date when I want to dance with him." He put his empty glass on the bar and grabbed Stephen by the wrist, pulling him along with him, away from Hill, who was looking after them, puzzled.

"Date? I don't remember arriving with you." Stephen sounded rather amused than annoyed.

"Maybe, but I don't plan to leave the event without you." The look Tony gave him over his shoulder was dark and promising. Stephen swallowed hard and a warmth settled inside him. Even if he tried, he wouldn't be able to stay away from this man. He was drawn to him almost magically.

"We seem to have the same plan." They had reached the dance floor and Tony took Stephen's right hand into his left, wrapped his other hand around his waist and pulled him close to his body. Presumably closer than it was decent for this event, but Tony didn't care. There was no press here and no cameras or even phones. It was a private party and only the other guests were witnesses.

The curious eyes watching them both suited Tony just fine. He wanted to show them that it was he who snatched this handsome doctor. No one would try again to touch Strange tonight.

"For your interest: Hill is straight," Stephen informed him, remembering Hill's fiancée, whom he mentioned. Tony's jealousy had not escaped him. It was endearing and flattering.

"Spaghetti is only straight until it's boiled."

Stephen forgot to set his next step and Tony stepped on his foot. It took him a moment to get back in step. "You're unbelievable," he muttered under his breath.

"Oh, believe me when I say, I won't share you." Tony's grip around Stephen's waist tightened and he pulled the doctor a little closer. "I should take you out more often. You look ridiculously handsome in this suit. It's unfair."

Stephen was amused about his words because he thought the same thing about Tony. "That's easy for you to say. I bet your Glashutte watch alone costs more than some people here can afford. And there are some very rich people at this gala."

"You're a fan of watches? I should show you my collection at home." Playfully Tony winked at him and it was more than clear what he was alluding to.

Stephen went for the game and even went one better. He tilted his head until his lips were close to Tony's ear and his voice dropped another octave. "You should show me what's under that suit of yours instead."

Tony's eyes went dark, became hungry. The chase was on and he was the predator. Stephen shuddered, but he didn't break eye contact, challenging Tony. The two had stopped dancing and stood still.

Surprisingly, it was Tony who took a step back first. "Let me finish the crowd work and then get out of here. Ten minutes. Twelve tops."

A smile graced Stephen's lips. He didn't know where he got the confidence – all the flattery tonight must have gone to his head – as he lifted Tony's hand, still in his, and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. "See you in nine at the front door." With that, he winked and turned to leave. It was a dangerous game he was playing, but it was fun. Thrilling.

Tony watched him for a moment, congratulating himself for the catch he made with the doctor. Then he turned in the other direction. Pepper would kill him if he left the gala without talking to the mayor at least once.

If Tony had known what could go wrong in nine minutes, he would have immediately grabbed the doctor and dragged him to the car.

Stephen had lost his interest for the party. He was full of anticipation and no longer wanted to settle for boring small talk. He made a quick visit to the restroom and then decided to wait for Tony in the hallway. The music from the ballroom reached his ears softly and the air was less stuffy. Waiters with full and empty trays walked past him on their way to or from the kitchen. Stephen ignored them and strolled slowly back to the front door. In his jacket pocket he still had the note from the valet. He would probably have to pick up his car tomorrow, since Tony was surely going to drive. Stephen was totally fine with it.

Suddenly a door opened right next to him and almost hit him in the face. He just managed to step aside. As a tall and bald man stepped out.

"Huh?"

Behind him, Stephen noticed Jasper Sitwell leaving the same room, who quickly turned away and walked in the other direction. Before Stephen could think about it, his attention was claimed by the first man.

"Doctor Strange?"

"Yes?" Stephen was wary, had no interest in a conversation. He wanted to get to Tony.

The man smiled broadly. For some reason it looked grim, even if his words were friendly. "Ah, we haven't been introduced yet. My name is Stane. I'm the godfather of Tony and his business partner."

Stephen remembered hearing Tony's name and shook Stane's hand. The two seemed close. For Stephen's taste, Stane talked a bit much, but with that he matched Tony’s energy. Even if it seemed distracting coming from that taller man.

"It's nice to finally meet you. Have a fun night?" continued Stane, and Stephen could only nod in response before Stane continued. "Yeah, always the best for Tony's lovers." He chuckled and Stephen didn't like the sound. "He has the tendency to fall for people who work for him. Though the fallout with Mrs. Potts was a mess. I'm glad this time he at least got one with his own field of work." He looked pointedly at Stephen who didn't know what to say. "Don't get me wrong, you seem like a decent man. Are you in for the prestige? Well, it's really none of my business. I'm happy Tony bought an invitation for you. So I finally got the chance to meet you." Stane glanced down the hall. "Well, I gotta go. Despite all the party, this is still work for me."

With that, he left, leaving a perplexed Stephen standing there.

The doctor was taken aback from what just happened. From what he just heard. The way Stane put it, it sounded like Stephen was just the latest conquest in a long line. He had been wondering for some time exactly what he and Tony were. But he hadn't questioned it, because the glances from Tony seemed honest. Like he really adored Stephen.

On the other hand, Tony Stark was the head of the mafia. Stephen had seen at least a part of his line of work. At the hospital when Peter was shot. At the docs when they found the container. In Tony's office the other day when Hammer barged in. It was a brutal world. Full of illegal stuff. Why shouldn't Tony be a master of deception? He took what he wanted, when he wanted it. Apparently he had wanted Pepper Potts in the past. Stephen felt sick at the thought. Pepper was beautiful, sharp. She tolerated no bullshit and was very professional from what he had seen so far. Some of those traits were terribly familiar to Stephen.

He didn't like the thought at all. His stomach turned as if someone had punched it.

Without paying attention, he started moving again and walked to the front door. Outside, fresh air and Tony greeted him. Of course, he promised to be there and he was a man of his word.

"Ready to go?" Tony asked.

Stephen felt anger bubbling up because Tony acted as if nothing had happened. Well, technically everything was just fine for Tony. But it wasn’t for Stephen.

"Did you buy my invitation?" Stephen's voice was sharp and Tony frowned. He noticed the hostile vibes coming from the doc, but couldn't explain them.

"Si."

"I fucking told you I'm not buyable. I can't believe it. You've got your hands in everything!" Stephen clenched his fingers into fists and relaxed them again.

"What are you talking about?" Tony asked, still trying to understand Stephen's sudden change in behavior. Everything was just fine ten minutes ago. "Why are you so angry? I thought you had a good time."

"I did," Stephen admitted, but bitterly remembered Stane's words. "But I'm not just a notch on your bedpost. You'll have to find someone else for that." He turned to leave, but Tony held him.

"Stephen, wait! Don’t you dare just walk out of me." Tony muttered some Italian curses between his pleading. "Stay. Talk to me."

The doctor turned his head toward him and looked at him coolly. "I'm not your property you can boss around, Mr. Stark. So, I'd prefer if you let me go and kindly fuck off."

Tony's face was so hurt and confused that Stephen almost changed his mind and thought Stane had lied to him. But then Tony put on a neutral mask and pulled his hand back, his lips tightly pressed together. Testily, Stephen took a step back. When Tony didn't try to follow him, Stephen turned and left.

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8 August 2022: I Don’t Want to Be in Love, but I Am (3-disc edition), Babybird. (self-released, 2022)

Stephen Jones, also known as Babybird, is outrageously prolific. This is his third triple album in less than a year, and since it came out he’s issued a fourth. I posted in July about his previous triple, Selfie Cam. These self-released Babybird albums often come in multiple editions: as with Selfie Cam and Kids Gun before it, IDWTBIL,BIA, as Jones handily abbreviates it, came in single-disc, two-disc, and three-disc versions. (His forthcoming album Influencer even comes in a four-disc edition, the fourth disc containing a customized song for the individual purchaser based on whatever topic you want him to sing about.) I’ve bought three of these triples, and as I skipped his upcoming one out of sheer fatigue I think I may be done buying Babybird albums for a while. In addition to these triple sets, he scatters other one-off releases around the calendar, and it’s almost a part-time job trying to keep up with it. Add to it that many of the songs on these albums feel almost stream of consciousness, not to mention the audio quality is sometimes poor, and it becomes more a matter of being a patron and supporting Jones’s work than it does a matter of music I actually want to listen to repeatedly. When an album is nearly four hours long, it’s going to be hard to play it very often even if it is incredible. Still, I’m glad he continues to make music, and he does seem to have a core base of fans who buy everything. Any time he does one of his self-released physical products, it sells out.

Another thing Jones does with his physical releases, especially the triple sets, is make interesting packages. For I Don’t Want to Be in Love, everything comes in a red and blue 45 record sleeve. I show the front and back of the package above. This is precisely how it arrived. (What’s more, the envelope was completely open when it arrived in my mailbox, with one the CDs about ready to fall out completely. I noticed on the customs form that Jones indicated the contents included “4 CDs,” so I have to wonder: did he send me a bonus gift that fell out of the envelope? He has sent me free albums in the past. I meant to write and ask him, but I never did.

Below is what you see when you remove the 45 sleeve. This is a folio containing all the discs; I show the front and back covers of it.

When you open the folio, you see this:

Here is a close-up of the right side of the folio inner. Jones does a lot of customizations and drawings and handwritten notes for his patrons who purchase the triple-disc editions. I almost felt guilty upon seeing this, knowing I didn’t plan to buy his next one. A man can only do so much!

Unlike some of his triples where all three discs feel unmistakably part of one cohesive project, the three discs of I Don’t Want to Be in Love feel like distinct, separate albums.

Below I show the three discs, presenting the front cover, back cover, and disc of each one. First up is what I suppose you would get if you bought the single-disc edition.

The second disc has its own title, Life the Brutal Monster and How to Defeat It. On the actual disc, however, IDWTBIL,BIA is shown.

The third disc uses his given name Stephen Jones instead of Babybird, and bears the title The Happiest People I Know Are Blind to the Concept of Existence. Again, though, the disc itself reads IDWTBIL,BIA.

When it comes down to it, even though these triple sets will just never get tons of play, and even though my own listening practices mean that when I do play them it becomes an all-day affair, I do enjoy pretty much anything I hear Jones do. It is a real commitment to play these releases, but I will admit I do look forward to hearing what this one is like. I am due to hear it for the first time on November 18. (Yes, I schedule things like this.)

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Tinder in Real Life

Pairings: Harry Lewis x fem!Reader, Sidemen x platonic!Reader Word Count: 2k Warnings: Language some people may find offensive, sexual themes, recycled lines from Sidemen Tinder in Real Life because I'm not at all creative Request: Hey! Could you do reader x Harry imagine where the sidemen do a collab video with the reader who is also a big youtuber and Harrys celebrity crush. And during the video the reader is very flirty, leaving Harry a flustered mess when the flirting is directed towards him, but very jealous when its with any other sidemen.

The Sidemen were one of the biggest groups on YouTube and one that you were very familiar with. At the age of 23, you were a fair bit younger than some of its oldest members but yet you had a close relationship with JJ, whom you had met through YouTube.

You had started your channel when you were 17, just under four years ago, making makeup videos, which was a passion of yours when you were younger. Not that you were any good at it back then. Those videos quickly become unlisted when your channel started blowing up in late 2016, now nearing 20 million at the present time.

It wasn't long before you expanded your horizons and had started making different sorts of videos, including vlogs of your everyday life - which wasn't and still isn't that exciting in your opinion - and those where you just had a laugh, attempting to do stupid challenges that were so popular back then. It was those, however, that grew your channel. Your fans seemed to love them and so you gradually started to make more.

As your small channel began to grow significantly, it caught the attention of KSI, a member of the Sidemen, who reached out to you to for a collab. You were ecstatic. You couldn't believe it at the time, why would someone like KSI with 20 million subscribers want to collaborate with you? By that time, you couldn't exactly call yourself a small channel anymore, with almost 5 million subscribers but it still didn't make any sense to you.

You and JJ quickly bonded after filming together. You had a very similar sense of humour and interests. As the years went, the older boy became one of your best friends, the nature of your relationship being very teasing and flirtatious but the both of you knew it was a joke. It was just the way you both were.

Though despite having known him for nearing 3 years now, you had never met the rest of the Sidemen, with the exception of Simon, as he lived with JJ. Which is why when he texted asking you to collaborate with the Sidemen, you couldn't turn the offer down. You were a fan of the group and the content they were producing. You thought the videos that they made were exceptional, that they were pushing the envelope of the standard of content on YouTube and often found yourself excited for new videos.

He had explained that they were filming another of their 'Tinder in real life' but a YouTuber version with the likes of BambinoBecky and ChiWithAC. You were so excited. You were finally going to meet the rest of JJ's friends and you had the opportunity to be a part of a Sidemen Sunday.

You arrived at the studio the boys were filming at in the afternoon, finding and greeting JJ before he introduced you to the other sidemen in addition to Lux, Freezy and Stephen.

"And you've already met Simon." He finished.

"Yeah. Nice to finally meet you all. JJ tells me a lot about you guys." You laughed.

"Because that's assuring." Ethan pointed out with a chuckle, the other boys letting out agreements.

"Not all bad, I promise." You teased, winking at him. Ethan felt the blood rushing to his face, immediately becoming flustered and stumbling over his words. You found that you often had that effect on people as you could be very direct and flirtatious even when you didn't mean it. To you it was just friendly banter.

"Geez Y/N, stop flirting with people you met literally five minutes ago." JJ rolled his eyes.

"You sound a bit jealous, Jide." You smirked, a teasing grin spread across your face.

"Nah, allow it." There were eruptions of laughter around the room, coming from the boys. You were quick to notice Harry standing out of the way and was significantly quieter than the others, with what seemed to be a forced smile on his face.

Harry was in his own head, barely paying attention to what was going on around him. When JJ had told him that you were going to be in the next Sidemen video, he panicked. You were an accomplished YouTuber who he was quite fond of to say the least. Well, that would be an understatement, he had a fairly large crush on you. A crush that no one but Freezy and Lux knew about.

He knew that JJ had been friends with you for some time now but never considered the possibility of even meeting you. His anxiety acted as a barrier to even the thought of it. But he was currently in the same room as you and had said nothing more than a short 'hello'. He longed to have the confidence Ethan had to speak to you, even more so for you to look at him the way you were.

Already you were flirting with JJ and Ethan, something that caused a pit to form at the bottom of his stomach. He wouldn't admit it, but he could slowly feel the jealousy forming. Not that he had anything to be jealous about in the first place!

You continued to speak with the boys as you got your mic set up, telling them stories you were sure would embarrass JJ.

"Y/N, stop." The older boy whined. He could be like a child sometimes, but it was one of his more endearing qualities. He simply wouldn't be JJ if he wasn't.

"No, carry on." Simon laughed.

"Oh, don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from." You teased.

"I think it's time we started, don't you think?" Harry grumbled.

"Right." You smiled at the boy, who's cheeks became tinted red. He ducked to hide his face and walked around to stand in the line, hiding himself in the middle.

"Hi, I'm Y/N, I'm 23 and I'm from Y/H/T." You spoke to the camera once you were given the go ahead.

"I'm Simon, I'm 28. I like to practice safe sex."

"Always a good start."

"I could tie you to the bed, so you don't fall off." He finished with a giggle. You acted like you were pondering it for a moment before letting out a laugh and swiping right.

"I'm down for that." You teased. The boys all let out rumbles of laughter

"Hi, I'm Ethan, I'm 26 and kiss me if I'm wrong, but you're gonna swipe right."

"What would you rather?" You joked. Ethan shrugged his shoulders and walked closer to the board, sticking his head through with his lips puckered, eliciting a cry of protest from Harry that this wasn't allowed. You laughed and made an over exaggerated motion to swipe to the right, causing him to pout playfully but walked over to the right anyway.

"Hi, I'm Josh, I'm 28. KSI has a top ten single, but you're the only hot single I can see."

"Wow, that was smooth!" You said with a grin. "Definite yes from me."

"I'm Callum, I'm 26. Are you into fitness?" Freezy asked.

"Can't say I am." You replied, unsure of what turn this could take.

"How about you fitness dick in your mouth?"

"I wouldn't get too excited babes, I gag on my toothbrush." You laughed. "We could try though."

You swiped right on him, chuckling as you watched him let out a yes before joining Simon, Ethan, and Josh. You frowned slightly, a crease forming between your brows as you saw Harry whisper something furiously at his friend but ultimately got distracted by Vik stepping up to go next.

"I'm Vik, I'm 25. My ex-girlfriend always said I'd never do better than her, wanna prove her right?" You could hear the cries of the boys in the background, some scolding him, others laughing.

"Man actually said prove her right. Not wrong." JJ shrieked with a shocked look on his face, holding his head with his hands.

"You need to find someone for that." You snarked, swiping left on the boy, who shrugged and walked off.

"Damn! You got told!" Lux cackled.

"Uh hi. I'm Harry. I'm uh 25, no I'm not I'm 24." He stumbled. "Are you sure you're a muggle? Because that ass is magical."

"You should see how magical it can be." You spoke before cringing at yourself and laughing, swiping right to avoid a reply. The boy's face grew a bright shade of red, closely resembling the colour of a tomato.

"Geez, is that an offer?!" Freezy yelled from the right side. You laughed, observing how Harry whispered furiously to the boy to stop and winked at him once he had could see. Your laughter only increased as you watched JJ step up.

"I'm JJ. I'm 28 and are you a raisin? Cause you're raising my dick." The boy in question stood in front of you so confidently, hands clasped together in front of him so seriously that you just lost it. By the time you composed yourself, there were tears almost falling from your eyes.

"A* for effort." You laughed, swiping right eliciting a cry of success.

You had wrapped up filming your segment of the video, which conveniently was the last of the day. You found JJ who you spoke to whilst the other boys were otherwise occupied talking to each other.

"Cheers for coming, Y/N/N. You've been great."

"Anything for you." You joked.

"Don't tempt me." He laughed. You could feel eyes on you, eyes that were burning into your side. You turned your head to see Harry staring you and JJ down before looking away after being caught in the act, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"Does Harry not like me or something?" You whispered to JJ, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden.

"Not that I know of." He frowned looking at the younger boy. "He can be a bit awkward at times and gets flustered a lot."

"Right." You agreed. You excused yourself before sauntering up to the boy in question, calling his name to snap him out of the daze he appeared to be in.

"Oh, um hey Y/N." He stumbled.

"Hi." You smiled gently. "I uh, I was just wondering, do you... have I done something to offend you?"

"Offend me? Why, uh, why would you think that?" He rambled.

"It's just... it's nothing, it's probably just me overthinking things." You waved it off, feeling like a complete idiot.

"I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I don't like you. I don't not like you, in fact I really like you! Oh, um I mean I like you, you're very pretty." The boy couldn't stop rambling which made you laugh. "No, wait."

"You think I'm pretty?" You blushed interrupting him. Harry felt his mouth go dry, not being able to get anything coherent to come out. "Well, Harry, I really like you too."

"What?" His eyebrows shot up so far it was almost comical. "Really? So, you don't like the other guys?"

"What? No." You laughed. "That's absurd. Why would you think that?"

"You seemed very..." The boy trailed off, not wanting to offend you after you had admitted to liking him.

"Flirty?" You finished, causing him to nod. "I'm like that with everyone, I don't mean to be half the time."

"Oh."

"Well, how about you give me your phone number and when you finally grow a pair, you can ask me out?" Your confidence levels had shot up spontaneously.

"Uh, sure." His cheeks had become a dark shade of red as he passed his phone to you so you could put your number in. You kept looking up at him as you typed, putting your name under 'Y/N x' in his contacts before handing it back to him.

"Y/N! Come on! We're going to Nando's!" JJ called from the other side of the room.

"Call me." You winked. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth and was currently the only thing from stopping the wide grin from spreading across your face. A grin that hadn't disappeared from your face for the rest of the day, much to the curiosity of JJ, who was disappointed when you refused to tell him why, or more appropriately who, had put the smile on your face.

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sbnslver · 2 years

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Why’d You Do It?

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Female! Reader

Warnings: Angst

A/N: First story! Hope you guys can enjoy :) credit to the gif maker and sorry for any mistakes.

Word Count: 1.1k

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Dr. Stephen Strange never thought he’d find himself in this sort of predicament. All he was really looking for was an old ancient magic book that he’d thought you had. He didn’t think you’d mind if he used a portal to go into your room seeing as though you weren’t home and he desperately needed the book. It was an in and out mission plain and simple.

He located your desk, messy and a perfect representation of who you are. He was looking through the books and as he picked up the last one he saw an envelope with his name on it and hearts drawn all over it. Right away he recognized your handwriting and without a second thought he ripped it open.

Almost instantly he knew it was a love letter and he wanted to put it back, he really did but he just couldn’t put it down once he began reading.

Dear Stephen,

Oh dear, how do I even start… you Stephen Strange are a horrible, narcissistic, big air-head… and I love you. God why do I love you? You are nothing like the man I imagined myself with. The man I always thought I would love would be sweet, caring, and anything but self-centered. But you, you are the complete opposite and the worst part is, I would change absolutely nothing about you. You’re perfect and I love you. I haven’t told anyone but I think Wong is suspicious of me because he said I “stare longingly” at you in the library. Ridiculous. Of course I don’t think I could ever tell you this because I don’t think you feel the same way. What a cliché that is too. I’m just so full of love for you and it sucks that I have to keep it to myself-

A sudden noise of something falling broke him out of his trance. Quickly he whipped around, letter seemingly glued to his hand. You were there at your bedroom door standing there in utter horror looking directly and the piece of paper in his hand. Your mouth was gaping and yet no words could leave past your lips. Quickly springing into action you rip the letter out of his hands.

“How could you? What are you doing here? Why did you do this?” you asked all at once.

Stephen looked at you with a blank stare. He was speechless.

“(Y/N) I-”

“Save it” you said, cutting him off and glaring at the ground below. “You know it’s one thing to be in my home without letting me know and it’s another to go through my personal belongings” you were angry and the tone of your voice clearly sent the message. “I don’t even want to hear your excuse”

“I was only looking for a book when I stumbled across the letter and I saw that it was addressed to me.” He said ignoring your warning glare. “I understand that it’s yours but it was going to me at some point anyway right?” He was trying to look you in the eyes but you were avoiding his stare. Frown prominent on your face.

“This is still so wrong. I didn’t give the letter to you, you practically just stole it from me” you said, voice unwavering. “I have always thought so highly of you Stephen and the letter proves that, but this is just unforgivable. I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t ready to tell you yet, I was enjoying whatever thing was happening between us.”

“(Y/N) it’s just a letter and none of this matters now because I love you too.” Stephen had looked at you expectantly, waiting for the words to come back to him.

“I’m not sure what I feel for you anymore.” You were looking at him like he was a stranger. You were shocked never would you think he would be so quick to disregard your feelings. “How can you stand there and tell me none of this matters. It does matter, it matters to me”

“Didn’t you hear me? I love you (Y/N).” Stephen was growing tired of your rambling, to him none of this should matter because you felt the same for each other and the journey to get there shouldn’t matter because the end result would be the same. You both loved each other and that’s all that mattered.

“Right now Stephen I really don’t want to hear it. What I want is for you to leave and not the way you came, I want you to leave through the front door.” You couldn’t look him in the eye afraid that you’d give in much too soon. He stood there for a few seconds until he gave up and sighed. Just before he walked out of her room you muttered…

“I don’t even know if I can trust you anymore” in a voice barely above a whisper, but it was enough to stop him in his tracks.

He looked back at you hoping that you would spare him a glance, but you wouldn’t budge. He continued his path down the stairs and out the front door into the cold night.

After he was long gone you finally sat down on the edge of your bed staring at the letter reading it and after each word that was processed your face burned more and more.

“I imagine laying next to you in bed at night and just seeing you at peace, asleep.”

“How could you ever love someone like me?”

“How could I ever be lucky enough to love someone like you?”

You were just embarrassed now. You didn’t know how much he read but looking back at this now you sound like you’re obsessed with him.

Overwhelmed with what happened just minutes earlier you let the tears stream down your face and lays down in your bed, going to sleep to let the feelings of today fall off.

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Back at the sanctum, Stephen goes back into the library and finds Wong sitting in a chair reading the very book he spent the better half of his day searching for.

“You’re giving me a strange look. What is it?” Wong asked flatly.

“I’m not entirely sure myself” Stephen said looking puzzled. “I think I need time to think about what happened.”

“I have no idea what you’re on about but good luck.” Wong resumed his reading as if Stephen never entered the room at all.

Stephen walked back out the library and stood at the entrance of the sanctum just thinking about everything. Maybe he was wrong but he just didn’t grasp what the big deal was because he loves you.

Groaning and rubbing his face he goes up to bed to sleep on it and hopefully tomorrow you’d be up for talking. He lays in bed staring up at the ceiling for what seems like hours until he doesn’t realize he falls asleep.

#doctor strange x reader #doctor strange #doctor strange imagine #doctor strange scenario #mcu x reader #marvel x reader #mcu x you #marvel imagine #mcu imagine

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spacexcowgirl · 3 years

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Don’t Go Wasting Your Emotion - F.W.

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: Y/N enters a fwb relationship with Fred, only to realize she’s going to have a lot more trouble keeping things platonic than she thought.

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: 18+ NSFW. MINORS DNI. Smut, Oral (male receiving), masturbation, light hair pulling, exhibitionism (sort of? I mean they do it in a public bathroom so yeah), unprotected sex, possessive talk, swearing, brief alcohol mention. pretty angsty throughout but it ends fluffy so.

A/N: I’m obsessed with the fwb trope and wanted to see if I could write a smut, so here we are. Any feedback is greatly appreciated, and let me know if I missed any warnings! Pictures are from Pinterest. (Also, I know this is a repost. Let’s see if the tags actually wanna work this time :) )

You watched as Fred’s grip on his glass tightened, his jaw clenching ever so slightly as his eyes remained trained on the dance floor. You couldn’t allow yourself to follow his gaze, because you knew what you would see, and you knew it would break your heart. Angelina was there, and she was dancing closely to some guy that wasn’t Fred. Judging by his change in demeanor, he wasn’t as over their breakup as he had claimed.

You hated seeing him like this, for reasons beyond the fact that you were his best friend. It was selfish, sure, but part of the reason why you were so bothered was because you knew he would never be so jealous over you. And that stung.

It had been three months since him and Angelina had split. In those three months, Fred had vehemently claimed that he was fine, that their breakup was mutual, and that he hardly even thought about her anymore. Now, judging by the way he hadn’t uttered more than two words since she waltzed in, you and George could confirm what you already knew; he was lying. When it came to their emotions, its what the Weasley boys did best. Conceal as long as possible, before ultimately blowing up. Evidently, that blow up was about to come tonight.

“Maybe we should just go?” You placed a delicate hand on Fred’s shoulder. The action tore his gaze from Angelina for just a moment, then his eyes were back on her.

“No, no. I’m fine.” He lied through gritted teeth. “We came out tonight to have fun, so, let’s have fun.”

With that, he downed the rest of the drink in his glass and took your hand, guiding you out on the dance floor. You glanced back, just momentarily, and caught George’s worried gaze. Fred most certainly was not fine, but you could also tell that George’s worry extended to you. He knew you were one longing glance away from falling point-of-no-return in love with his brother, and that scared him. Almost as much as it scared you.

Once you and Fred had infiltrated the crowd of people, his hands were on your hips, but he couldn’t meet your eyes. So, to save yourself just a little bit of heartache, you turned in his grasp so your bum was pressed to his front. In this position, you didn’t have to face him blatantly staring at another girl. You closed your eyes and moved your hips to the music, letting yourself just for a moment get lost in the feeling of his big hands guiding your hips. For a little while, you could shut out reality and simply pretend it was just the two of you, and that he wasn’t desperately wishing you were someone else.

The feeling of his warm breath against your neck shook you back to the present, causing you to instinctively crane your neck to give him further access. His lips ghosted a line there, sending goosebumps alive in their path. They traced their way up to your ear, giving a gentle nip to your lobe before he spoke.

“It’s working, she keeps looking over here.” He whispered in a low voice.

You simply hummed in response, continuing the grinding of your bum against his hips. Truthfully, you didn’t care whether she was looking or not, but of course you couldn’t say that. So, silence sufficed.

This is what your relationship had morphed into in the months since his breakup. What had started as a completely innocent, and drunken, conversation between friends about how it should be criminal how long you had gone without getting laid, had somehow turned into this murky friends with benefits relationship you were now in. Neither of you tried to hide the fact that you would occasionally sleep together from George or other peers, which was why your current grinding appeared normal to him, but you both always made it clear you were still just friends.

So, when Fred had a long day at work, there you were, your mouth showing him in more ways than one how to relax. When George and him got into a fight, although it was rare, you were there as a thing for him to ruin, to take all of his frustrations out on. Basically just about any mood he could possibly be in, you were there to make it even better.

That’s not to say you got nothing out of the arrangement, though. Fred was there for you, too. After those awful long days that seemed never ending, when you were too in your head over an upcoming work project, when you just needed to relax a little. Fred Weasley could make you cum so hard you’d forget anything wrong in your life, including the extremely unfortunate feelings you harbored for him. Even if it was just momentarily.

Not to mention, if having Fred in your bed was the closest you’d get to truly being with him, then you’d take it. Because as you lay pinned beneath him, your name leaving his lips like a prayer, you could feel like the only girl in his world. And that feeling breathed life into you like nothing else could.

So, now, here you were, pressed up against the man who held the power to break your heart if he so chose, but who also had no idea. It seemed Fred truly thought what you had was just fun between friends. Another reason you couldn’t fault him.

“Oh, fuck.” Fred groaned worriedly into your neck before straightening up. His words and the sudden space he had now put between the two of you caused you to furrow your brows, until he spoke again. “She’s coming over.”

Fred and you had already been somewhat on the outskirts of the dance floor, which meant Angelina and the man she had entered with had to pass you to get to the bar. Of course, they wouldn’t just walk by without saying anything. Angelina had always been a sweetheart, and Fred and her had ended somewhat amicably, so it was no wonder she was now approaching with a bright smile on her face.

“Freddie! Y/N/N!” She quickly enveloped you in a hug, causing her familiar floral perfume to fill your nose. Godric, could she get any more perfect?

“I feel like it’s been ages.” Next she was hugging Fred, and although he was stiff, Angelina was nothing but friendly and carried on as if she didn’t even notice. When she pulled back, she gestured to the man who she had approached with. “This is Stephen. He’s my uh…” She seemed to falter for a moment, her eyes flicking guiltily to Fred before she continued. “My boyfriend.”

You didn’t have to look up at Fred to know his jaw was clenched, now for more reasons than one. Thinking back to when Fred and her were still together, you had heard him complain on more than one occasion about a ‘Stephen’ that she worked with. Even though she had told him that he was no one to worry about, perhaps Fred had a right to be so jealous.

There was a tense moment of silence, all four of you internally gauging the situation and where to take things from there. Angelina was the first to clear her throat and gesture between both you and Fred.

“So, uh, I hadn’t heard that you two were together.” Her eyes fell to yours, a genuine smile gracing her lips. “You know, I always thought you guys would make a cute couple. I mean, even before…” Her words trailed off, careful not to breach the subject of her failed relationship with Fred.

To save her from an awkward ramble, you decided to speak up. A sheepish look crossed your features as you prepared yourself for the ever-uncomfortable ‘actually, we’re not together, we’re just screwing’ talk.

“Well, we’re not really—”

“Not really sure why we hadn’t gotten together sooner.” Fred cut you off, his arm snaking around your waist although his eyes never left Angelina’s.

Your eyes grew wide at his words, your heart speeding up. Of course, you knew what he was doing. He was Fred Weasley for Godric’s sake, and he’d rather be dead than admit to his happily-moved on ex-girlfriend that he was still alone. Still, the thought of truly being with him crossed your mind, like it did more often than you’d like to admit, and you couldn’t help but feel butterflies.

“Well, I’m glad you’re happy.” You could tell she meant it. With that, she let her hand drop and intertwine with Stephen’s before shooting the two of you one last smile and hauling him towards the bar.

Fred’s grip on your waist had grown even tighter and you found yourself wondering if he even realized it. His breath was ragged and shallow, and when you looked up at his face you found that his eyes were squeezed shut. You bit down on your bottom lip, trying to discern if Fred needed his best friend or his fuck buddy right now. Ultimately, you decided he probably needed a little bit of both.

“Why don’t you stop torturing yourself and we finally get out of here?” You pleaded.

“I’ve got a better idea.”

And before you could ask what, exactly, that meant, he was firmly grasping your wrist and hauling you to the women’s bathroom. It wasn’t a very big room, and half of you wondered if the lock on the door even properly worked, based solely on how old it looked. You didn’t have a lot of time to worry, though, before Fred’s lips were pressed against yours and he was pushing you against the porcelain sink.

You moaned into his mouth at the desperation in his actions, your hands quickly finding the base of his neck and tangling in the hairs there. In an instant, he had you hoisted onto the cool white fixture and was stood between your legs, peppering wet, open mouthed kisses down your jaw. You threw your head back, arching your chest towards him, and let out a moan as he began to suck at the soft skin below your ear.

He had quickly taken things into his own hands, as he often did, but you knew that wasn’t exactly what he needed right now. You pulled your head away, halting the kisses he had been planting to your neck, and placed your hands on his shoulders. His brows were furrowed as he looked at you, but as you gently pushed him back and hopped down from the sink, only to sink to your knees, he couldn’t help but grin in anticipation.

You fiddled with his belt buckle, undoing it as quickly as you could before unbuttoning his pants and pulling down his zipper. You wasted no time teasing him, but rather pulled down his trousers and boxers in one go, suddenly eye level with his hard cock.

Your hand wrapped around his length, beginning to stroke him in the way that had grown so familiar to you. He tilted his head back and let out a groan at your slow pace, which only encouraged you further. The second that his eyes were back on you, you leaned in slightly and kitten licked the tip, maintaining the most innocent look you possibly could. Then, you opened your mouth and swallowed him down, keeping your hand on his base to work on the extra length you can’t fit. You felt Fred gather your hair into a ponytail, gently guiding your motions against him. He hardly had to do any work, you already knew how to please him so well.

“Fuck, yes,” Fred sighed, his eyes glued to the image of his cock disappearing between your lips. Knowing that he’s watching you, you gazed up at him through your lashes and hollowed out your cheeks, your hand twisting up and down as you sucked on his sensitive tip. “Play with yourself, princess. Get yourself ready for me.”

While in any other situation you may have shot a quip at him about being a lazy git, right now you knew that realistically you two simply didn’t have very much time. What you were doing was risky, and it was Fred who needed to relieve some tension, so you’d have to be resigned to doing all of the work. Besides, sucking Fred off while he looked at you like that and moaned so beautifully turned you on to no end, so you supposed you really shouldn’t be complaining.

Your free hand snaked down and dipped beneath the waist band of your leggings, quickly pushing aside your panties and beginning to dip into your wet folds. You let out a moan against Fred’s cock, the vibration causing him to groan lowly.

This only lasted about a minute, before the reality set in that you just were not a very good multitasker. It was nearly impossible for you to keep up with sucking and wanking him off while simultaneously focusing on your own pleasure. So you resigned to pulling your lips off completely and catching your breath, allowing one hand to continue working on your own pleasure while the other twisted up and down his cock, pausing every few moments to swipe your thumb over the sensitive head.

Fred’s hips bucked involuntarily in your grip from the contact. Then he was grasping your wrist and halting your actions, hoisting you up to a standing position by your elbow. He pulled you into one final, passionate kiss, before he was spinning you around and bending you over the sink. He folded himself over your body, intent on whispering into your ear.

“I want you loud,” He grumbled against your neck, placing a rough kiss there. One of his hands was now wrapped around you and kneading at your breast through your top, while the other had rested on your hip. “I want everyone in this whole bloody pub to hear you screaming my name.”

You knew what he really meant was he wanted Angelina to hear you screaming his name, but his hands were now yanking your leggings and panties down to your ankles, so your brain could hardly focus on anything else. You let out a breathy, quiet, moan as you felt him rub the head of his cock against your wet folds. His response was instantaneous as he pulled away from you completely, eyes narrowed.

“What did I say, princess?” His stroked himself lazily, pointedly busying himself with everything but touching you.

“Please, Fred.” You simply whined. You always were slightly embarrassed by how desperate you were for him.

“I said,” He ignored your pleas, taking a step closer to you once again. “I want you loud. Honestly, if you can’t listen, you can just go back to having that pretty mouth of yours suck my cock, and you can worry about getting yourself off later.”

You let out a whimper at that, eyes meeting his in the mirror. You wouldn’t put it past him to tease you like that, so you knew you had to play your cards right to avoid it.

“Think you can listen? Think you can be good?”

“Yes,” You breathed out, your hands gripping the side of the sink tightly. “I’ll be good.”

That was all the confirmation he needed before pushing into you. A strangled moan tore itself from your lips, and you couldn’t help but shiver from the look Fred was giving you in the mirror. Once his hips were flush against your bum, he threw his head back and groaned.

“So fucking tight.” Fred gritted. “Always so tight… For me… All for me, yeah?”

“Yes, Freddie.” You moaned out, your eyes flying shut as he began to set a steady pace. Seeing your eyes close caused him to tangled one of his hands in your hair and give it a gentle tug, pulling your head up and arching your back further. The new angle allowed for him to hit at a deeper spot inside of you, causing you both to moan out.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” He urged, the sound of his ragged pants mixing with the sound of his hips snapping against your bum. “Say my name, princess.”

The question caught you entirely off guard. Obviously, Fred and you always talked to each other quite differently during sex than during your everyday friendship. Still, this was uncharted territory. Because no part of you did belong to him, no matter how much you longed for it to be so. You couldn’t think on the meaning behind it for too long, though, because as he landed another harsh thrust into you, your mind was cleared of everything but your own pleasure.

“You, Freddie.” You moaned loudly. “All yours.”

“That’s right.” Fred slid the hand that had been resting on your hip around to find your clit, rubbing small circles against it in time with his thrusts. The hand that had been tangled in your hair grabbed your arm and pressed your palm flat against the mirror. He slotted his fingers against your, folding himself further over you as his thrusts began to grow sloppy. “Come on, I need you to cum for me, princess. Need you to say my name.”

His words sent you over the edge, his name leaving your mouth in nearly incoherent babbles. He continued to lightly rub your clit, rocking you through your orgasm with a few light kisses to your neck, before he snapped his hips into yours one last time, burying himself fully before halting. He had finished inside you, leaving you now both panting as you came down from your highs.

Fred placed a soft kiss to your shoulder before dropping the hand he had pinning you to the mirror and slowly pulled himself out. You whined at the empty feeling, causing him to lowly chuckle from behind you.

Now that your brain was slowly beginning to function properly again, you could think of nothing but the way he had so brazenly claimed you as his. Since when had that become a thing? Your heart was fluttering in your chest at the idea of being his, truly, and before you could talk yourself out of it, you decided to speak up.

“Freddie?”

He looked up at you in the mirror, having just grabbed his wand and begun to perform a cleaning spell on you. His eyes were soft and kind, a stark contrast to the angry, jealous man you had seen earlier in the night, and it only endeared you further.

“Hm?”

“What you said…” You trailed off, suddenly feeling very stupid. But, you had come too far, and it felt too late to back now. “About, um, belonging, to you… uh…”

“Got a little carried away there, didn’t I?” He chuckled sheepishly, ducking his head down as he finished cleaning you up. You bent down slightly and tugged up your panties and leggings before turning to face him, finding him doing up his zipper. “Guess seeing Angie here with that prat made me feel a little possessive. Did it make you uncomfortable?” The genuine concern lacing his voice nearly made you weak.

“No.” You shook your head, a small smile on your face. The kind of smile you give someone when you’re at the very seams of falling apart, but you’re doing everything in your power to keep it together. Of course, as he had been so vocally claiming you, his motive had been her. You could feel the beginning of tears welling up in your eyes, but you knew you couldn’t let them fall in front of Fred, so you quickly turned back around and gripped the sides of the sink.

“Then what’s wrong?” Fred’s hand was now on your shoulder, urging you to turn towards him. But you knew, one look at him and you’d be done for.

Your mind was racing as you tried to think of your best way out of this situation, the way to walk away without pouring your heart out and ruining this friendship. But, then, you kept hearing him tell Angelina that you were a couple, or the way he claimed you moments before, play over and over again in your head. It was the soundtrack to your heartbreak, and you had no way to turn down the volume.

“I really just want to be alone, Fred.” Was all you could muster, your voice shaking and making you cringe.

“Obviously I did something wrong.” Fred drew his hand back, but he made no motion to leave. “So just tell me what I did and we can fix it sooner rather than later.”

“There’s nothing to fix.” You spun back around, so vehemently ready to deny anything being wrong and send him away. But then you were looking into those soft brown eyes and your heart was breaking just a little bit more and you couldn’t help but let the tears fall. “Oh, for fucks sake.” You scolded yourself lightly, beginning to wipe the tears that had fallen.

“Hey, hey,” Fred cooed with open arms, ready to pull you into a hug and help in any way he could. Even if he didn’t completely understand what was going on, he hated to see you hurting.

You held out a stiff arm to keep him away, your other hand still uselessly trying to stop your tears.

A banging at the door and a muffled voice shouting ‘Hurry up in there!’ was the first thing to pull Fred’s attention from you. He had shouted back a quick ‘just a second!’ which you had barely even registered before you were apparating away from the confined space and back to the peaceful emptiness of your flat. There, you could collapse on the floor and cry about just how foolish you’d been to think this was ever a good idea in the first place.

Fred had been shocked and mildly upset when he turned around and you were nowhere to be found, but then wrote it off as your way of escaping the bathroom without people having to know what you had been doing in there. When he exited the bathroom and found George, alone, a few minutes later, he was remarkably more confused. Had you really left the pub as a whole? Without saying so much as a goodbye?

Still, Fred resigned to give you your space. He had seen how upset you were, and how reluctant you’d been to wrap up in his arms—which was typically your favorite place to be when you were upset—and decided maybe you really just did need to be alone. If you wanted space, space is what Fred would give you. In reason, of course.

So, when a week had passed with no word from you, Fred was growing remarkably more distraught. The two of you had never willingly gone this long without speaking, and no matter how much Fred tried to reach out, he never got anything in return but silence. Your absence was weighing on him, and he couldn’t help but rack his brain helplessly trying to decipher what exactly he had done wrong.

“Still no reply,” Fred sighed as he thumbed through the last of the mail he and George had been delivered that morning.

“Hm? Oh, Y/N, right.” George had glanced up from his stack of paperwork briefly, before returning his focus on his work. Fred narrowed his eyes at his brother, suddenly very aware of his uninterested response. Fred was a nervous wreck worrying about your disappearances, yet George sat uncharacteristically calm and unbothered.

“You’ve heard from her, haven’t you?” The realization hit Fred all at once, suddenly making him feel sick.

“Well, I mean, yeah.” George set down his quill, finally giving his brother his full attention.

“And you didn’t think to say anything?” Fred nearly screamed, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

“You didn’t ask.” George rolled his eyes. “She’s fine, by the way. Just doesn’t…”

“Just doesn’t want to talk to me, right?” Fred scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “For Merlin’s sake, I don’t even know what I did!”

“Isn’t my place to say.” George shrugged. “Although, what I can say, and what may or may not have any relation to Y/N, is you are the blindest, daftest, git I’ve ever met.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m really going to have to spell it out, aren’t I?” George sighed, beginning to rub his face with his hands. “Alright, if I must. Let’s play a little game, shall we? I ask a question, you give a simple yes or no answer. Nothing else. Got it?”

“Yes, but—”

“Ah, ah, ah,” George wiggled his finger, effectively cutting his brother off. “Alright, now, first question. Have you slept with anyone besides Y/N since you broke up with Angelina?”

“No.” Fred furrowed his brows. “But I don’t get—” This time, he abruptly cut himself off when George shot him a stern look.

“Next question. If you had to guess, has Y/N slept with anyone else since you two started your little… Arrangement?”

“No.”

“Okay, now. Think back to last week, were you actually jealous because Angelina was there with some guy, or was it because she was there specifically with the guy you had been insecure about, and it brought up all those old feelings?”

“I— That’s not a yes or no question!”

“Right, sorry.” George chuckled. “I’ll rephrase; Were you actually just upset and insecure about the specific guy Angelina was with?”

“Yes.” Fred’s voice was softer now.

“Final ones, really hoping this ties it all together for you.” George leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk as he gazed at his brother. “Little jump back to question two; If Y/N did sleep with someone else since you started would that make you jealous?”

The room was quiet as Fred clenched his jaw. He hated that George knew him and his emotions so well, because it was impossible to hide from them when he was around. After a moment, he stared down at his shoes and simply nodded.

“And, would you say, it would make you more jealous than when you thought you were jealous about Angie?”

Comparing the two jealousies felt pointless to Fred, what he felt last week at the pub wouldn’t even be in the same ballpark as what he would feel if he found out you had slept with someone else. You had always been his person, someone who had been there for him even when he was a stupid teenage boy. You were the only one he’d ever venture to say knew him almost as well as George. He had always written off the tinges of jealousy he felt when other guys flirted with you as the general protectiveness of a best friend, but was what George was insinuating the real explanation? Did he actually just have feelings for you?

“Yeah, it would make me more jealous.” Fred sighed frustratedly. “So what, okay? So maybe I’ve started to have feelings for her. You helping me realize that doesn’t exactly help with the fact that she won’t talk to me.”

“Why don’t you stop by her flat and tell her exactly what you just realized, and tell me if it doesn’t help?” With that, George gathered the last of his paperwork and headed up the stairs to their flat without another word.

After a week of working every morning and crashing on your couch every night, watching every sad movie you could find, it was safe to say you were out of tears. Truthfully, now you were just exhausted. It still hurt, but you didn’t have the energy to think about it constantly anymore. For that, you were surprisingly thankful.

So when you heard a knock on your door that Saturday night, you weren’t sure what you had been expecting. You vaguely knew in the back of your mind that it could be Hermione checking in and dropping off food, as she had a few times throughout the week, or maybe George coming in hopes of cheering you up. What you hadn’t expected, though, was the frantic face of Fred, yet that’s exactly what you found.

“I’m sorry to just show up like this, I know it’s kind of late, but you left me no choice.” He pleaded softly. The worried look on his face and the bags under his eyes caused a pool of guilt to form in your stomach, so before you could really think about it, you opened the door further and gestured for him to come in.

You both made your way into your living room, each finding a place on opposite ends of your couch. For a few moments, neither of you spoke. Fred nervously ran his hands up and down his thighs, while you wrung your hands repeatedly. Neither of you could seem to look at each other.

“Look I’m—”

“George said—”

Both of you had gone to speak at the same time, causing you to both cut off abruptly. Your eyes found each other for the first time and within seconds a smile was lighting up each of your faces, light laughter bursting from your lips.

“You go ahead.” You offered, the small smile still on your lips despite the pain in your heart. Fred seemed to draw in a deep breath, seeming uncharacteristically nervous. Your stomach flipped at the potential list of things that could come out of his mouth.

“I think I’m starting to fall for you.”

Well, that certainly hadn’t been on your list.

“You… You what?” You questioned, desperate for clarification. Desperate to have him repeat it.

“I said, I think I’m starting to fall for you.” He repeated, the look in his eyes so genuine you nearly trembled. “And I know you don’t want to talk to me right now, and I still don’t know why, but this is my way of saying I can’t lose you. Even if you don’t feel the same way—”

“What about Angelina?” Your voice was soft, unbelieving that this could ever be your reality.

“What about her?” Fred cocked his head to the side. Suddenly, how upset you got the week before all made sense to him, and he realized George was right. He was a daft git. “Y/N…” He trailed off, his heart suddenly hurting from the pain he’d caused you. “I’ve been such an arse, haven’t I? I used you to make her jealous, and what I said… Oh, fuck.”

You stared down at your hands in your lap. You hated reliving that night again, but some part of you was happy that at least now he had caught on.

“Sweetheart, look at me.” He leaned forward and gently rested his hand on your cheek, coaxing you to look at him. “I’m so, so sorry. I don’t care about her like that anymore, I mean it, okay? It just sucked seeing her there with the one guy I had always worried about.”

“Really?”

“Really.” He nodded. “Godric, I’ve probably been falling for you my whole life and just been too blind to see it.” His thumb lightly traced your cheekbone, causing your eyes to flutter close. “And even if you don’t feel the same way, that’s okay. Because I’m still sorry, and I’ll still do any—”

His words were cut off by you nearly throwing yourself towards him, your lips hurriedly find his. Although he seemed shocked at first, he quickly melted into the familiar feeling of your lips on his, and his hand moved down to cup your jaw. Butterflies were fully alive in your stomach, and for the first time you didn’t have the urge to squash them. This felt like a dream you never wanted to wake up from. After a moment, he pulled back and searched your eyes.

“Was that your way of telling me you feel the same way?” He grinned. “Because, for us, kissing your friend is normal. So I don’t know what that means—”

“Yes, you big idiot.” You teased, although you held nothing but love in your eyes. “I feel the same way.”

Now, he really was unsure why you hadn’t gotten together sooner.

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For the Holidays

Summary: In which Spencer does not want to go to his high school reunion, but you tagging along changes things. “You doubting my skills, Dr. Reid?”

WC: 2.1k

Tags/Warnings: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader, fake-dating trope, pining (so much pining), Morgan trying to be a good big bro (and wingman)

Spencer Reid does not hate Christmas.

“Reid, come on⎼”

“No.”

“Just listen to me.”

“I did, and it’s a stupid idea.”

No, really. Because hating Christmas would imply he didn’t care. Which he does.

Like when Garcia never fails to drag him into decorating the bullpen every year. Obnoxious Christmas music plays in the background as they bomb Hotch’s office, and it’s worth the smile on his face when he walks in the next morning.

It would mean hating Rossi and his extravagant dinner parties. And yeah, he always hosts but these are just as special if not more so. His mansion is decked in fairy lights and streamers, the food are traditional holiday recipes, and the whole place seems a little less massive.

And he doesn’t hate his breaks. He nearly spits out his coffee when Morgan grumbles about how he almost tripped and fell over from the ice. He has to scramble away as the older man bats at him.

Or when Prentiss drops off holiday-themed pastries? Mhm, just thinking of the ribbon-tied box makes him salivate.

Hating the Christmas card is completely out of the question. Henry and Michael make them every year for the entire team, and JJ makes an effort to shake them out carefully for. It has a boyish charm Spencer never had at their age, a mess of glitter and construction paper. He displays it on his desk anyway.

And you. It would mean hating all the various hot chocolate beverages you’ve made since December started.

Apparently, it’s serious business⎼the art of hot chocolate making. You’ve leaned against his desk, hands waving about as you try to articulate to him the relevance, going over anything and everything you can remember of its history and significance. Of course, he knows all of this already, but he likes you too much to stop you. He almost releases a loving sigh. Instead, he settles for nodding and grinning at you, and he doesn’t really get it but he loves it: the hot chocolate, your pensive expression as you await his critique, even though by now he’s sure you know he has no other comments except ‘delicious’.

He loves it all. He loves you⎼all of you guys. Obviously.

So, no. He does not hate Christmas.

But that doesn’t mean he loves it either.

Which is why, when Morgan leans against his desk, he greets him as normal, a smile forming on his lips as he sets his book down. There is no danger here, except Morgan’s guns. And the heinous green and red envelope between his fingers⎼

Where the hell did he get that.

Spencer’s blood froze. His collection of trauma was nothing compared to this.

Now here he is, packing away his things so he can go home to his warm, cozy apartment and order takeout like he does every year. He's not one for change. No need to break tradition.

But Morgan is acting like a child. Wait, no, even children are better behaved than this. Children at least give up faster.

“I’m telling you, it’s a good idea.”

“As a certified genius, I can say with all honesty, it is not.”

“I promise you it’ll be fine,” Morgan reassures him, voice soothing. The letter, colorful and bright and an eye sore, mocks Spencer. He wishes his reflexes were faster, so he can snatch the abhorrent cluster of sparkles and poorly printed holiday cartoons. And shred it.

Maybe if he glares hard enough, it’ll burst into flames.

“Morgan, my class hated me. The whole school hated me,” Spencer shoves another book into his satchel. It's harder than he means to, and he sends a silent apology to Stephen King; he usually handles his books with care. But not right now. Now, he's tired and exasperated and he just wants to curl up on his couch with The Doctor. "I'm sure I won't be missed."

"But you’re the life of the party!"

Spencer looks up.

Morgan winces, "Yeah, even I wouldn't believe me.” Spencer snorts, continuing to stuff his belongings into his satchel. Morgan’s relentless however. “But you deserve to show them up. You’ve got degrees⎼plural⎼and you're a hotshot FBI agent.”

“Are you not aware of the tragedy that is my high school social experience?”

“Oh, I'm very aware, and thank you for being vulnerable with me. But it's because I care that I’m telling you.”

Morgan’s hand falls heavy on his shoulder, making Spencer pause. He meets his gaze, the man’s expression solemn.

“You deserve to rub it in their faces until the only thing they can smell is your success.”

Morgan grins when that draws out a laugh from him.

Spencer huffs, “Shouldn't we be the bigger person here by not going?”

The older man grimaces, retracting his hand as if the idea offends him. “Fuck that. Be a show off! They deserve to be knocked down a peg after what they did to you in high school.”

Spencer bites his lip. Yes, he’s accomplished, and yeah, as Morgan said, he’s a ‘hot shot FBI agent’. But the memories surge in like a broken dam, cruel laughter and harsh words crashing into him as if he’s twelve years old again. He’s an adult now, so he doesn’t topple over from the impact like before, but the pain is a phantom limb, old and familiar, and leaves a pit in his stomach.

He was a child prodigy then. How would going back as he is now be any different?

Morgan's heart clenches when an unspoken pain flits across Spencer’s face, glossing over his eyes. He can't imagine how deep the emotional scars go, but he knows Spencer needs some form of closure from his past. So when he found the invite, he knew they had to seize the chance. If he wants to continue to move forward, Spencer has to learn to let go. And right now, this is his first class ticket. It’s why he’s pushing this so hard.

This is for Spencer.

But the doctor shakes his head, a strained smile tugging his lips. “Morgan, I had no friends. Even if I go, what am I supposed to do once I arrive? It'd be awkward enough as is.”

“True,” The older man contemplates, a light bulb going off as he snaps his fingers. “You know what you should do? Ask (Your Name) to go with you.”

“(Your Name)?” Spencer jolts, fumbling to catch his phone. Despite being a man of science, his eyes dart around, like you’re a demon summoned at the mention of your name. “Wha-what? Why?”

“They could act as your buffer. And you did say you wanted to be closer with them. This is the perfect opportunity,” Morgan shrugs. Like his suggestion is common sense, logical. Maybe it is.

But this is you they’re talking about. You would never. You’re too cool for a silly high school reunion.

At least, that’s what he’s convinced himself as Spencer’s face pinches. He catches his lip with his teeth. “Morgan, I appreciate the… thought, but I could never ask (Your Name).”

“Ask me what?”

… Oh no. You are a demon.

Spencer whirls around in time to see the glass door shut behind you. You stand there in all your poise and beauty, the fluorescent lights softening your expression. You're bundled up in a matching coat and scarf, the knitted beanie snug on your crown and clashing with your outfit (Garcia told you it’s not your Christmas present, but you’ve worn it everyday since). There’s sprinkles of snow all over you.

You’re not a demon, Spencer decides, even as you brush a clump off your shoulder, nose scrunched in annoyance. More like a snow angel.

You tilt your head curiously when Spencer doesn’t answer immediately. There’s a knowing look on his face as Morgan, realizing the poor guy probably won’t respond any time soon, steps up.

“(Your Name), I thought you went home already.”

You cross the bullpen. “I was. Garcia walked me down and I got to the courtyard. Then I realized she had me so distracted that I left my phone charger,” You rummage around your desk and without looking up, you reiterate, “So ask me what?”

Spencer blinks. “What?”

“You had something to ask me, right?”

Right. That. He runs his fingers through his hair awkwardly. “Actually, I don’t⎼oof.”

Morgan jabs his side, “Yes, there is something Reid needs to ask you.” He sends him a meaningful look.

“Shoot.” You nod to them before rifling through your desk drawers. Nope, not there. You card through files and office supplies, oblivious to the conversation Spencer and Morgan have with their eyes, shooting looks and mouthing at each other.

You bend over your desk as Morgan gestures, Ask them!

Spencer shakes his head vigorously, No!

Do it, or I'll do it for you, he mouths.

Spencer squints at him. You wouldn't.

Morgan smirks and Spencer's heart drops to his stomach. Before he can run, shout for help, literally anything, the man slings a buff arm around his shoulders, forcing Spencer to slightly bend down to his level, hugging him to his side.

He's trapped. Stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Fuck.

“Reid is going to his high school reunion,” Morgan starts, biting back a grin when the nerd squirms against him. Both men boys watch, one excited and the other petrified as you disappear behind your desk.

“That’s nice.”

"Yeah. But all his classmates are older than him and married…“

“Uh-huh…” You scan the dark floors, half-listening as Spencer frowns at the unnecessary detail. He never told Morgan such a thing. He didn’t even know, so how would Morgan-?

“So, can you guys pretend to be a couple or something?”

Thud.

“What!?”

Luckily, neither of you notice the other’s surprise as Spencer chokes on air at the same time you let out a pained hiss.

Morgan lets him pull away, withholding a snicker. “You good, (Your Name)?”

“I’m okay!” Your head pops up from under your desk as you rub the top of your head. You blink owlishly. “I’m sorry, did you just ask me to pretend to be your partner?”

“Yes! But Reid’s partner,” Morgan emphasizes, slapping the doctor’s back hard enough he nudges forward.

You stand and Spencer straightens up, trying not to fidget as your gaze burns into his. You’ve known each other for quite some time now, and while Spencer likes to think he knows you pretty well, it bothers him when your expression becomes unreadable. He knows it shouldn't but it does. He’s a profiler, yet your thoughts are completely obscured by a mask. It only makes him more nervous than he already is.

His skin feels hot when your eyes trail over him, and he prays his scarf is enough to cover the flush spreading from his neck.

He's about to disintegrate when you finally answer.

"Okay."

His brow shoots up and his heart flips. You move away from your desk as he sputters, "Really? Are⎼are you sure? I don’t want to put you out of your way.”

“I wouldn’t have agreed otherwise. Why?” You step closer, and he can’t breathe, not without it hitting your face. You stare him down the bridge of your nose, eyes narrowed. “You doubting my skills, Dr. Reid?”

“What? No, of course not!”

You raise an eyebrow expectantly. “Then it’s settled? We’ll pretend to be a couple for your reunion thing?"

A beat of silence. Spencer realizes you're waiting for his confirmation. But panic rises like bile in his throat and he hesitates.

Maybe he should back out now, retract the entire conversation and take the embarrassment like a man. Tell you he was never planning to attend the stupid reunion because his classmates were (and probably still are) assholes. Honesty is key to any relationship after all.

Especially between coworkers. Ahem.

A flicker of movement and Spencer glances over your shoulder. Morgan nods frantically at him, teeth flashing as he grins wider than before. He gives him two thumbs up.

Maybe, for once, he should pull a Morgan and just vibe it.

Yeah. Yeah!

Swallowing, he nods to you, giving you his signature white-person smile because he's sure if he speaks he might blurt out something completely inappropriate. Like statistics on workplace relationships (they’re great reading material, okay).

Your lips quirk up. "Cool. Text me the details when you get the chance.”

You brush past him before he manages a reply, your footsteps fading. Morgan waggles his eyebrows at Spencer. Spencer blankly stares after you.

“What just happened?”

“You just got a date to your reunion. A fake date, mind you, but you’re welcome nonetheless,” Morgan smirks at him. “So, you got a plan, Pretty Boy?”

His face falls, and the hearts in his eyes⎼shit, had they always been there?⎼chip slightly.

He does not have a plan.

Deleted scene:

“Did you do it?”

“It went all according to plan, Mama.”

AN: I fucked myself over and wrote 7k+ and still counting. Now it’s an unplanned holiday mini series. This kind of stems from Bonding as this uses Mysterious!Reader. Also, I seem to be into pining (fuck established relationships, suffer in silenceee). Whatever holiday you celebrate, I hope you still enjoy this one shot!!

One of the biggest disappointments of CM: Spencer doesn’t confront his high school bullies. I read several fics of him doing so, but a lot of them have the bullies be just as much of an asshole as they were to him in the past, but he deserves more closure.

This will be my take on it. It’ll be a lot of pining but I hope to focus on the his hardships in a less angsty, dramatic way.

Hope you enjoy it!! There will be at least 3 parts?

Also, spread the usage of the term ‘partner’, which can be used for same-sex and opposite-sex relationships.

#spencer reid x reader #matthew gray gubler x reader #mgg x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x oc #mgg fanfiction #mgg imagine #mgg fic #my writing #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x oc #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds

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Made with love | Helmut Zemo

Chef Zemo AU! 👨‍🍳

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

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Part 11

Helmut took Tony into the back and proceeded to push him back against the wall. Tony barely flinched, just fixed his suit.

"What is this?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Why are you doing to this me?" Helmut demanded.

"You know why."

Helmut grabbed Tony's shirt and pulled him closer to him. He was seeing red. He was pissed. Beyond that.

"Just leave me alone."

"No, can do, Zemo."

"You already ruined everything once before. Why must you come back and so it a second time?"

"Because no man like you deserves happiness, Zemo. Your father knew that."

Helmut proceeds to punch Tony squarely across the jaw. He ignores the throbbing of his fist as he glares at other man, who was now cradling his face.

"Why is she even here?"

"Because I invited her. Because I want to make your life miserable. Because she wanted to see you again."

Helmut growls. It was taking everything within him not to straight up commit murder here and now.

"I have Y/N."

"I know. After tonight, you'll be lucky if you still do."

Helmut stepped back and looked back at the door. Damn it! He had just left you without word. You must be worried.

"I will end you, Stark. You and your empire will fall."

Stark laughs.

"I'd like to see you try."

Zemo gives Tony a good kick before he leaves. He rushes out of that door faster than anything and instantly scans the room for you.

He doesn't see you.

He spots Sam and Bucky standing alone. He makes his way over to them, but hands gripping his arm stop him. He turns sharply to see who dared get in his way.

He had to find you.

Heike.

"Helmut."

He stops.

"Let go of me."

She let's go, lips tugging into a frown.

"It's good to see you."

He stares at her silently.

He ignores how Tony exists the back room behind her, trying to fix his suit and pretend there wasn't a horrible bruise forming on his face. Pepper hurried over to him to ask what had happened.

"Helmut, say something."

"What do you want me to say?" He asks, voice sharp and unkind.

She flinched a little.

"I thought you might be happy to see me."

"Happy?"

He turns his whole body to face her. Helmut is taller than Heike. He has to look down a bit to see meet her eyes. The way he stands over her is intimidating and not at all what she had hoped he would be like with her.

"I've ruined everything, haven't I?"

He scoffs.

"What do you think? Of course you did. You and him. Did you know my father died? The restaurant is mine now. I already have to deal with Stark trying to buy it off me, and now I have to deal with you being here. Why did you come back?"

"To see you. And no, I didn't know about your father. I'm sorry, Helmut."

"Why?"

"Why, what?"

"Nevermind. I have to go," he takes a step back.

Heike reaches out again.

"Helmut."

He doesn't listen. He moves his arm out of her reach and marches away toward Sam and James.

The boys straighten up when he approaches.

"Where did they go?"

"Outside," Sam replies.

"Do they know?"

"Yes."

Helmut wants to make a snide comment, but doesn't. He leaves instantly, heading outside. He pushed the doors open violently and looks up and down the street.

He only sees Natasha.

"Where are they?" He asks, coming to a stop in front of her.

"At home."

He's about to head back himself, but Natasha forces him to face her. He stares back, but whereas her gaze is judging and harsh, his is desperate and pleading.

"Did you know?" She asks.

He shakes his head, quickly.

"No."

Natasha let's go of him. Helmut doesn't anything as he rushes off. He heads straight back to the apartment.

It's quiet.

Your bedroom door is closed. He walks up to it and pressed his ear to the cold wood. He can't hear anything, but he knows you're in there.

"Y/N."

Nothing.

"I didn't know she was going to be there. Really, I didn't. It's been years since I last saw her. We were engaged. I loved her dearly, I was devoted to her, but Tony Stark saw to it that ended quickly."

The door swings open unexpectedly.

You stand there and stare at him.

"What?"

A little startled that you actually had opened the door to him, he didn't answer right away, but his soon realised you were waiting for an answer and gathered his thoughts.

"My father and Stark's father, Howard, we friends. Howard was my father's business party when Escorpión Morado first opened up, but eventually Howard signed all rights over to Heinrich. Howard married and not long after they were expecting, so he moved back to the States where he was originally from. He wrote to my father and one day cane to visit him. Tony and I were children. We used to play in the restaurant."

"You and Tony grew up together?" You asked.

"Not quite. They went back to the States and I didn't see Tony Stark for years. By the time he did come back, as I was working for my father, learning to cook just like him. The Stark's returned to see my father. We got on, for a while. The next time Tony came back, his parents had died. A car accident. He came back with this woman. Heike. She was beautiful. I fell in love with her instantly. Tony had brought us together, but soon she had to leave. She promised to come back."

You stay silent.

"She returned, again and again. We were in love. I decided I wanted to marry her, so I asked her and she said yes. We were engaged for a year and then that day came. I was standing at the alter, waiting. She knew showed up. I didn't find out until much later that Tony Stark had whisked her away back to the States with promises of happiness and money. She didn't love me. If she had, she would have been my wife that day."

"Helmut..."

"I would have told you, but I hadn't had a reason to bring this up. Not until tonight."

You look at those big sad eyes of his.

"Do you still love her?"

He looks at you.

"No."

"Are you sure?"

He nods.

"How do you know?"

"Because I'm looking at you and I know for a fact I'm in love with you. So, unless you're going to run off with Stark and leave me here alone and heartbroken, I want to take my chances with you. My special and incredible darling."

You smile.

Helmut opens his arms as you fall into him, hugging him tightly. He holds you close to him, not wanting to let go. You're the best thing that had ever happened to him, and though he feels like he doesn't deserve you, he wouldn't change it for the world.

"I love you too," you whisper in his ear.

He kisses you. Oh God, does he kiss you.

You pull away and look at him.

"You do realise this gives us all the more reason to kick him off his pedestal, right?"

Helmut nods.

"Let's show Stark what happens when you mess with Helmut Zemo."

He grins.

"What would I do without you?"

"God only knows."

You kiss him again.

The bedroom door closes behind Zemo as you pull him inside. Neither one of you planning on getting much sleep tonight. You needed to make this man feel loved and treasured. Show him that you weren't her and that you weren't going to abandon him like she did.

In the morning you wake up alone. You reach out to his side of the bed, but it's empty. Waking up properly, you sit up and sigh. You had hoped to wake up beside the man you loved for the first time, after your first time~

You hear music playing from the kitchen and smile.

Oh, he's making breakfast!

You can forgive him for that. You let out a content sigh and grab the nearest item of clothing, which just happened to be Helmut's shirt from last night.

You narrow your gaze on it. His trousers were on the floor. He must have gone to his room for fresh clothes. You bottom the shirt up and grab some underwear, leaving the room just like that.

The sight before you was a welcome one.

You grin as you lean on the door frame.

Helmut Zemo had his back to you as he fried some eggs in a pan. He was completely naked, apart from the little apron around his waist.

"Hello handsome."

Helmut chuckles deeply, slowly turning his head to look over his shoulder at you. He smirks.

"Good morning, liebe."

"I would say so." You look him and down.

"How did you sleep?" He asks, not at all turning to face you.

"Really well, thanks to you."

"I do my best."

You make your way to the table and Helmut serves up the food. He puts a plate down in front of you and pours you some juice.

"I'll be right back."

He kisses you before leaving to put some clothes on. You begin to dig in, but there's a knock at the door.

You figure it's either Wanda, Natasha, or one of the boys. You hadn't checked your phone to see if anyone had messaged you after last night.

You get up and go to the door.

Opening it, you startled to see Stephen Strange there. You look him up and down, confused.

"Hello?"

"We need to talk."

"About what?"

"Can I come in?" He asks.

"No."

He sighs and holds out an envelope to you. You sigh and glare at him.

"No more invitations! We're not returning to that blasted restaurant."

"It's not an invite."

You snatch the envelope from him.

"What is it then?"

Stephen takes a peek around you, checking to see if anyone else is home. He clearly didn't want to run into Helmut.

"It's a warning."

"Warning?" You glare at him.

"Just read it when you're alone."

With that he turns away and disappears around the corner. You close the door and look at the envelope in your hand.

Helmut returns fully dressed and smelling wonderful again.

"Who was that?"

"Strange, he gave me this." You hold it up.

No way are you keeping secrets from Zemo, not after everything. Helmut walks over to you and takes it from your hand.

"What is it?"

"A warning, apparently."

He opens it and takes out the paper within. He reads it, burrowing his brow. He growls, crumples it into a ball, and then tosses it to the ground.

"What did it say?"

He looks at you.

"That bastard was going to try and lure you into his lies, just like he did back then."

You pick up the paper and open it.

Helmut Zemo is a fraud who can't offer you anything other than misery. Say the word and I'll have you on the next flight to the States. Don't waste your breath on him. He's only going to use you.

You are at the words.

"What the Hell?"

Helmut grabs his coat and turns to you.

"Meet me at the restaurant in an hour."

"Where are you going?" You ask.

"To kill Stark!"

The door slams shut behind him and you're left in a confused state. He wouldn't, would he?

You rush to get dressed.

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allegra-writes · 4 years

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“Fool’s gold”

Peter Parker x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut. Sex pollen.

This is an alternative version to my fic "Fireproof", where the reader gets doused by the sex pollen instead of Peter, but you don’t need to have read that first. As any sex pollen fic, this can qualify as non/dub-con, so read at your own discretion and responsability.

Dedicated to @angel-spidey because without her this would have never seen the light of day💓

MY MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST

Peter knew it was wrong. He knew it. He wasn't delusional enough to believe it was something other than the pollen making you act that way. Making you say those things. You had always been sweet to him, that was true, but you were sweet to everybody, didn't make any difference if they were a janitor or an avenger, it was one of the reasons he liked you so much.

He also knew he wasn't the only one. His eyes weren't the only pair of eyes that strayed to you in the lab, Harley too seemed to be rather distracted whenever he was in your presence. And in fact, Peter didn't think he had ever seen Steve visit the lab that often before. Ever. And the guy was freaking Captain America, how could he ever compete with that?

You didn't feel the same way about him, he had resigned to that a long time ago. To watch you from afar. To love you from afar. Because at least that much was true: the only way he knew he beated the other two men, beaten them by a long shot, was that he loved you the most.

That was why he had left the med bay, because he couldn't stand it, seeing you like that, fighting against your restraints, skin flushed and eyes on fire, calling him, begging him to…

He wasn't able to resist it.

And why he had walked away from the lab, leaving Bruce and Tony and even Stephen, to wrack their brains trying to find a cure, when the obvious solution was right in front of them.

That was how he had found himself alone, in the dark, pretending to nap in the little on call room right outside the med bay, still in his suit after that disastrous mission they should have never let you tag along in the first place. Far enough from you not to hear your desperate pleas, but close enough to help if something happened. If the damn alien substance raised your fever enough to- No. He wasn't going to think about that. Dr. Banner was going to come up with an antidote. They still had time.

Yeah, he knew it was wrong. He knew he should have told FRIDAY to alert mister Stark as soon as he heard the soft sound of your footsteps on the hallway. He knew he should have fled as soon as the knob turned and you entered the room. As you made your way to him. But he was paralized, frozen in place, as you leaned down over him, running your hot, way hotter than normal, hands down his chest, leaving fiery trails in their wake over the thin skin tight fabric of his suit. You raked your nails over his abs, feeling the muscle riple under your touch.

"Y-you shouldn't be here" He stammered, as your fingertips came close, dangerously close, to the place where his suit was already starting to feel tight around his hips.

"Hmm… but you won't tell on me" your thumb traced the base of his length, a barely there caress that nonetheless had him jumping. "Will you, Peter?"

He breathed you in, another mistake. He could practically smell your desire, leaking through your pores. Pheromones, sweet and mouthwatering.

He wouldn't. He couldn't.

Even in the dark, he saw you smile bright at his surrender. Discarding your lab coat, you straddled his hips, little blue skirt riding up your thighs, and released your hair from its ponytail as Peter watched, entranced by your every move. You spread your legs a little more, letting your center come in contact with his by then obvious erection. He could feel your heat through his suit, choking on thin air when he realized you weren't wearing any underwear.

"F-fuck…" He gasped, eyes rolling back inside his skull as you started rocking above him.

He tried desperately to hold still, to stop himself from bucking his hips up to meet yours, but it was impossible. Every cell in his body telling him to move, to touch, to take what he had wanted for so long. What he had never dared to dream he could have.

You moaned at the delicious friction you were creating, and you could hear him starting to breathe harder too. He felt amazing, a soothing balm to your burning skin everywhere you touched. This was what you needed, what the chemicals running in your blood demanded. He was warm, and hard, and male. But more than that, he was Peter, and he had to be yours. There was no other way, no other ending for this story.

You grinded your pelvis against his harder, the pressure on your clit just perfect, the coarse texture of his suit only adding to the sensations. You were making a mess of it, ruining it, but it was worth it just to hear his groan the moment your wetness seeped through the fabric.

"We can't… we can't do this" Peter tried to protest, even as his hands flew to your waist to aid your movements.

"Why? Because an alien pollen is messing with my head?" You got rid of your t-shirt, and Peter's reply died in his throat, you weren't wearing a bra either "because it's wrong? Because It's dirty and-"

A wounded sound left Peter's mouth, a wordless surrender, a sob at his own damnation, and he snapped, his fragile control finally shattering to pieces. One second you were on top of him, teasing him within an inch of his life, and the next you were trapped between the soft mattress and his hard body, as his lips ravished yours, one hand roughly massaging your breasts, the other slipping under your skirt, searching blindly, fingertips digging into the delicate skin of your inner thighs. He was furious in his onslaught, desperation clear in the way he was kissing you, all teeth and tongue. Greedy. Ravenous.

Because if this was all he was ever going to get, just one night with you, as you used him to scratch an itch, then he was going to make the most of it. He was going to commit every little detail to memory: The shape of your body under his, the taste of your skin, the smell of your hair, vanilla and cinnamon and something else, something uniquely you. The sweet little moans falling from your lips.

"Peter, please"

He almost died when you said his name like that, breathless and needy.

"What do you need, princess?" He sobbed, "Anything… it's yours…just-"

"You. I need you" You replied, graceless fingers clawing at his suit, "take it off, please, I need to feel you"

He obeyed, pressing the spider on his chest and practically kicking it off in his haste to return to you. You welcomed him back with open arms and open legs, as he crawled up your body, kissing every inch of skin he could find in the way. Your breath hitched when he got to that little spot just under your breast, and you could feel his smile against the curve of it, right before his lips enveloped your left nipple, calloused fingers circling the other one clumsily, unskilled. But you were too delirious, too far gone to notice, the miles of skin against yours both soothing and stroking the fire within at the same time.

You cried out,

"Peter! Please, it hurts so much, please! I- I can't-"

He kissed the tears away, softly, delicately. A stark contrast to his own demeanour just minutes ago.

"I-it's ok. I got you" He cooed, caressing your face "I'll make it better. I promise"

He braced himself on one arm, elbow digging into the mattress next to your face, as he wrapped the fingers of his free hand around himself, aligning with your center. It took him a few tries, even slipping out once. He had no idea what he was doing, only knew that you needed him, and he wasn't going to let you down. Your life depended on it, and it was too important, too precious for him to even think of failing.

You raised your hips just a bit, and he was sliding in, easily, so easily, as if he was meant for it. As if your bodies were two pieces of the same puzzle, finally falling into place.

"Oh god…"

You clutched as his shoulders, burying your hiss into his neck.

"Oh my god are okey? Did I hurt you?" The panic in Peter's voice made you smile despite yourself. He was still Peter, the sweetest most caring guy you had ever met. Soft, even with his hard cock so deep inside you, you could feel it in your soul, in your very essence, already claiming you as his.

But you didn't need gentle. You didn't want him to thread softly. You needed hard, and fast, and more.

"Peter… fuck me"

"I-..." His eyes met yours, and you saw a new determination in them, jaw squaring as he withdrew almost completely, only to surge again, tearing a new cry from your lips.

He let instinct take over, starting to thrust in and out of you, your tight, silky heat making his eyes roll inside his head

"Fuck! Oh god… oh my god… you feel…" He panted, amazed, handsome face scrunching in pleasure, eyes closed and mouth slack, "Fuck, you feel so good!"

You wanted to reply, to tell him how amazing he felt too, every inch of his thick hard cock stretching you just right. Every ridge, every vein sending shocks of pleasure to your body until you couldn't see straight. You could feel you peak already building, with every delicious drag.

"More… Peter, please… more"

How could he say no, when you were begging so prettily in his ear, hand tugging at his curls making it hurt so good? He picked up his pace, hips slapping against yours. Over, and over, and over…

You were still on fire, every inch of your skin alight, exploding in sensation but it didn't burn anymore. Now it was a simmering warmth, making everything sharper, more intense. Better than anything you had ever felt before. He was better than anything you had felt before.

And Peter was lost in you, in your moans, in your body, in your cunt. In the way you were taking him, consuming him. You wrapped your legs around his waist, changing the angle, letting him reach deeper, bury himself almost to the hilt. Your blunt nails digging into his back until he smelt blood.

He fucking loved it, love the idea of carring your marks even after this was over. He knew he wanted you to wear his.

His lips found your neck almost of their own accord, sucking and nibbling until the sounds leaving your throat were nothing short of pornographic, the wanton whines and moans resonating in the room until he was sure Bruce and Tony could hear them all the way to the lab.

"Yes, scream for me baby girl, let them know how good I'm fucking you" Peter didn't know where it was coming from, that arrogance, that… possesivenes. He knew you weren't really his. It was the pollen, you would never be doing this otherwise. And he probably wasn't that good, it was his first time after all.

But your cries, the way your whole body was trembling under his, were giving him confidence.

"Oh god… you're coming for me, aren't you? You gonna come on my cock?"

You opened your mouth in a silent scream, and he almost fell on top of you taken by surprise by the feeling of your walls squeezing his cock for the first time ever, triggering his own release. But he didn't have time to recover before you croaked a weak but firm,

"More"

He met your eyes, stunned, but all he found there was assurance and passion.

He turned around on the small bed so it was you the one on top.

"Ride me"

You didn't need to be told twice, straightening on top of him, rising slightly on your knees only to let yourself fall back down, impaling yourself on his dick. He licked his lips, looking like a king with a hand behind his head, gazing up at you through hooded eyes.

"Show me"

"What?"

He gestured towards the mini skirt you forgot you were still wearing.

"Lift up that pretty skirt, and let me see how good you take my cock"

A little whine left your mouth at his words, and you did as you were told, never stopping your bouncing motions.

It worked as Peter imagined it would, his softening cock coming to life again as he watched it disappear inside you.

"Look at that" he whispered, almost in awe, "such a beautiful pussy, looks so pretty, stuffed full of my cock…"

You picked up your rhythm, a little unstable on shaky legs, both hands still holding the fabric up and out of the way.

"Peter…" you whimpered.

"What do you need, baby girl? I told you, anything you want is yours… I'm yours"

You moaned, incapable to find the words. Thinking was impossible, speaking was inconceivable, not with him still between your legs.

He bucked his hips,

"Uh!"

"That what you want, princess?" He smirked, smug, "Like it better when I give it to you?"

You nodded, shamelessly, your legs burning with the effort but stopping was not an option. He sat up on the bed, enveloping you with his arms, thrusting up into you faster, deeper…

You felt the head of his cock stab your cervix, and he must have felt it too, because he groaned, eyes glazing over.

"Can you feel me? Feel how deep I am?"

"Yes" You hissed.

"Gonna come like this…" He took hold of your hips, bringing you down hard as he thrusted up, "come so deep inside you… mark you… from the inside"

You could feel it approaching fast, the pleasure he was inflicting on you too much, too soon.

"Fill you up so good…"

"Yes"

"Until it's gushing out of you… and then… gonna fuck you again…"

"Yes!"

"Come inside you again… make you my little cumslut…"

"Yes! Please… please give it to me"

He could feel you tense around him again,

"What do you need, princess?"

"Your come" You screamed, "Give me your come, Peter!"

"Fuck! My pretty little slut… take it… Take it!"

And you did.

…

You passed out somewhere between rounds five and six, utterly sated and exhausted, but Peter couldn't sleep, terrified of the moment you woke up, all the pollen consumed, the spell broken. He knew it wasn't real, but for a few hours, he had been happy, pretending you truly did love him, wanted him, as he had loved and wanted you since the first time he had seen you, all that time ago, the day mister Stark had entered the lab with you in tow, announcing Peter that he had a new lab partner.

He was running his fingers softly up and down your naked back, a barely there caress, watching you sleep, relaxed and happy, when he heard the buzzing coming from your lab coat, long forgotten on the floor near the bed. He took it out and saw Tony’s name lighting up the scream.

He slid to pick up.

“Fucking finally! Y/n, where the hell are you?!”

“Mister Stark, it’s me” He whispered his reply, as not to wake you up.

“Peter! Thank God! What happened? Please tell me you didn’t-“

“Sorry, Mister Stark,” Peter interrupted him, “We kinda did…”

“Shit! Please, Peter, please tell me you kids used protection!”

“Uh…”

Tony left out another loud curse at the other side of the line.

“Where are you? Y/n did something to Friday and now it won’t tell me where you are in the tower. You still in the tower right? I need the both of you to come to the lab right now” Tony was talking a mile a minute and Peter knew something very bad, not of the good was going on.

“Why?”

“Because,” Tony’s voice was frantic as he tried to explain the gravity of the situation, “That pollen thing? That’s not an aphrodisiac like we thought, it’s a fertility treatment. It messes your hormones and hers up with every fluid exchange! Like an artificial heath”

Peter turned to look at you, peacefully asleep, curling up to his side, blissfully unaware of anything and everything going on outside that bed.

And maybe it was the alien substance fucking up his brain, maybe he was the one fucked up, all by himself, but the mental image of you, round with his child, sleeping like that next to him every night? It wasn’t half as horrifying as Tony seemed to think it was.

After all, the girl of his dreams was finally his, and a baby would guarantee she would remain his, forever.

“You know what, Mister Stark? I have to go now. Talk to you tomorrow…”

“What? No, kid, don’t hang up on me! Peter Parker I swear-…”

Tony Stark heard the line go dead.

The end.

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vi-trying-to-survive · 3 years

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Cooking Chaos

Stephen Strange x f!Reader

Warnings: None this is just fluffy fluff and bad cooking skills :’)

Summary: Stephen and (Y/N)’s cooking date did not turn out how she thought it would, for worse more so than better

A/N: I hope you guys like this one even if it’s a little short :) 💖 Assignments have been a little crazy right now for me in uni so updates have been a little slow :’) But thanks for reading still :) 💖

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When (Y/N) suggested that her and Stephen try a cooking date, she had figured that they were both semi-capable adults, able to cook a meal without burning down their kitchen, but now standing in the smoke-filled room, she would have to say otherwise. However, it didn't start all bad.

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The light of the evening sun shone through the large, airy windows, painting the room with a soft yellow tint, as (Y/N) rans her fingers across the smooth, cool marble counter, reaching up for the slim, fragile stem of two wine glasses. Pouring the crimson liquid into the rounded bottom of the glass, she tentatively set them down, eyeing them for a few minutes before slipping one into her hands, held delicately in between her fingers, sipping as she waited for her boyfriend to come down, taking much longer than he should, considering the fact that they never actually left the sanctum.

Setting the glass down with a soft clink, she smoothened out her skirt, having wanted to dress up a little for their date, having picked out a simple black dress, comfortable and classic she told herself. Hearing the sound of soft footsteps growing louder, she leaned her elbows across the polished surface of the counter, peering to see the man in question, knowing it could be no one else.

She smiled as he made his way towards her, doing a little twirl, earning a giggle from her, before wrapping his arms around her waist, tugging her frame closer to his, to capture her lips for a sweet kiss, as her hands intertwined behind his neck. Pulling back, she raised a hand to cup his cheek, admiring him, "You look nice love", not having seen him in a proper suit in sometime, enjoying the view a little too much. "As do you (Y/N)", he responded, crystal blue eyes sparkling at the very sight of her, leaning down to peck her forehead softly.

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Taking the more full glass in his hands, he turned to face her, resting his weight against the counter, watching her attentively as he tasted the drink, keen on its richness and the warmth it brought, flowing down his throat. "So, what are we making ?", he questioned, raising an eyebrow, he stared at her from the edge of his glass, completely enraptured by her, the way her hair fell over her eyes, head turned down to look at her phone, eyes moving rapidly as they read the recipe, expertly balancing the glass of wine, swirling around the scarlet-colored liquid.

His voice snapping her back into reality, she tilted her head up to look at him, lips curving up into a grin as she replied, “Well, according to this recipe we’re making garlic butter chicken”, moving closer to wrap an arm around his torso, laying her head on his chest, sighing contently at the steady sound of his heart. He responded by resting his head on hers, enveloping her in his arms, before lamenting in a teasing voice, “And when are we going to stop procrastinating and start cooking ?”. Pulling back slightly to fixate her gaze on him, she feigned offense, lightly punching him on the arm, biting down hard on her bottom lip, fighting the smile that was threatening to spread across her face.

Shoving her smart phone into his palms, she pushed herself away from the warmth of his arms, turning towards the fridge, a small gust of cold air tickling the exposed skin of her neck, as her hands reached out, grabbing the various ingredients as Stephen read them out. Setting down the foods on the counter, she turned to face him, giving him a perplexed look, "We can do this right ?", the steps suddenly seeming harder than it should be. Rolling his eyes playfully, he gave her a confident smirk, "Darling, I'm was a neurosurgeon before this and we're both masters in the mystic arts", he reassured, waving a hand in the air, trails of glittering auburn sparks leaving the tips of his fingers, "I'm sure we can cook an edible meal".

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~ Half An Hour Later ~

"Oh my- What- Stephen why is the sauce turning black ?", she exclaimed, threading her fingers in the thick locks that lay messily over her shoulders, now making her skin feel hot and sticky with sweat and stress, as she continued to watch the chicken and the sauce covering it continue to darken until it became a charcoal color in a matter of minutes, "Did you read the recipe right ?".

Spinning her body around, she watched as the sorcerer gave the oven a stern look, forehead creased and eyebrows furrowed together angrily, as his fingers reached out to turn the reflective, shining knobs on the oven off, radiating heat, small drops of salty sweat forming on his skin. Oblivious to her previous dilemma, he looked up sending her a nervous smile, a hand rubbing at the nape of his neck, “I guess we’re not having potatoes tonight”, coming out more hesitant than he’d have liked.

Her eyes went wide, momentarily forgetting the situation occurring on the stove, throwing her hands in the air, “How did we ruin roast potatoes”, she frowned, swiping her palm across her eyes in frustration, moving them apart a little to peek at him, “Isn’t it supposed to be the easiest recipe in the book ?”.

Tilting her head up to look at him, she expected a reassuring comment to lift her spirits, but was unfortunately met with a hard shove, lucky to have caught herself on the sharp edge of the kitchen counter. Turning to give him a pointed look, she felt her heart begin to race at the sight of fire enveloping the already charred iron pan, promptly reducing the flames to burnt nothings at the bottom of the stove.

Fixating his gaze on her, he gave her a lopsided grin, “Maybe we should just get takeout”, earning a boisterous laugh from her, clutching her sides tightly as she took a few steps closer to him, collapsing into his arms, making him burst into laughter too.

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Curled in bed under the sheets, (Y/N) clutched her box of takeout carefully in her hands, snuggling closer into Stephen’s side, their feet tangled up, enjoying the warmth he radiated, heating up her entire body. Turning her attention from the food to the man next to her, she gently curled her fingers around his, rubbing circles into his skin, as he leaned his head down to gaze deeply into her eyes, as she smiled lovingly at him, “I love you”. Mirroring her expression, he responded almost instinctively, “I love you too”, promptly morphing into one of mock seriousness, “But please, let’s give it some time before we cook again”. Bursting out into giggles, she fell over into his laps, still careful to not spill any on the white sheets, as he beamed endearingly down at her.

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