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ironstrange1991 · 6 months

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Pairing: Defender!Strange x PregnantWife!Reader

Synopsis: Stephen is not acting like himself when he returns from a very hard mission.

Word Count: 1,6k

Warnings: None. Basically the hurt/comfort trope.

A/N: I needed a fic with Stephen being vulnerable and soft and ended up with this. Hope you guys like it.

You liked to think you knew Stephen as well as you knew yourself. You knew when he was happy or sad, when he was tired or excited without him having to say a word to you. And it was exactly Stephen's inability to talk about his feelings that made you get into the habit of reading him so well.

You had been together for a few years, married and expecting your first child and as the weeks progressed and you approached the end of the pregnancy you noticed that Stephen began to become more restless, worried. Work didn't help. In fact, for the past three months work had taken up most of Stephen's time and you believed that was one of the reasons he was so restless. He blamed himself for not spending as much time as he wanted with you.

It was Friday night and you were finishing dinner when Stephen and his Defender friends left the meeting room after being there for hours. They had arrived from a mission that afternoon and locked themselves in that room without you even having time to say hi to your husband.

Hearing the familiar chattering in the entrance hall you went to them in time to say goodbye to Jessica Jones and Clint Barton.

"My god, Y/n you look gorgeous. When will the baby arrive?" Jones asked smiling and trying to look like everything was fine, but you could see from the expressions on Barton and Stephen's faces that something was wrong. Sometimes it happened. Something would go wrong with their missions, and they would return home with those tired and sad faces.

You smiled wrapping your arms around Stephen’s waist. "Later this month. We can't wait." You said glancing at Stephen, but he was serious and just nodded without adding any comment.

When Jones and Barton said goodbye and you were finally alone with your husband you took the time to actually look at him. He was well enough. Some cuts on his face as usual, but what was worrying you was not his physical condition. He seemed tired, yes, but something was off, he was different.

"Are you okay?" You asked a little unsure.

He cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead avoiding your question. "I am going to take a shower." He said pulling away.

"Dinner is ready. I can help you shower..."

"That won't be necessary, baby. I'm sorry, I should have warned you. I'm not hungry. I'm going straight to bed."

You stood there watching him walk away and go up the stairs. You weren't upset because he wouldn't eat, but rather worried about his behavior. Stephen never refused your help when he arrived on a mission. Most of the time he asked you to help him, always eager to have his wife's hands on him.

It was safe to say that by now you had also lost your hunger, so you put all the food in the fridge and went upstairs to find Stephen already in bed, his back resting in a pile of pillows, wearing his reading glasses - which he almost never did in your presence - reading a huge book of spells that he had probably brought with him from Kamar Taj. You sighed, still standing in the doorway and then decided to enter and closed the door behind you.

You went to the bathroom and brushed your teeth and changed out of your clothes into some comfortable pajamas and then went back to the bedroom, but instead of lying down on your side of the bed you stood next to Stephen and held out your hand. "Give me the book. Now is not the time to work. You just arrived and I need to talk to my husband."

He stared at you over his reading glasses and you had to hold yourself back to keep a straight face. He looked so cute when he wore glasses. "I need to find a specific spell..."

"I didn't ask what you needed to do, Stephen. Give me the book."

He sighed, closing the book and handing it into your hands. It was a heavy leather-bound book with symbols that you had no idea what they meant. You placed it on the bedside table and took his reading glasses off, placing them carefully on top of the book.

"I'm fine by the way. I had a great week at work. The baby is fine too. Thank you so much for asking." You said, sitting next to him on the side of the bed.

He ran his hand over his face, sighing heavily. "I'm sorry."

He cupped your face and pulled you to his lips kissing you softly. "Baby, I'm so sorry."

You held his hand on your face.

"Tell me what's going on. I've noticed you've been more taciturn the last few weeks. But I've never seen you like this, Stephen."

He nodded. "I just... I've had a lot of work the last few weeks. I'm tired, that's all."

You didn't believe that. Surely there was something more he didn't want to say.

"I've seen you tired. Hurt, drained of magic, but I've never seen you like this and I need you to tell me what's going on so I can help you."

He took your hands and held them tight in his and then to your astonishment he gave in to a silent cry. You had never seen Stephen cry in all the years you were together. You cupped his face, wiping the tears from his cheek with your thumb.

"Hey! What's wrong? Tell me what's going on."

He sniffed trying to compose himself and then began to speak with a choked voice.

"I'm tired of losing people. Tired of fighting battles that seem to have no end. Tired of seeing innocent people die. This burden is very heavy sometimes and I don't feel like I can carry it at the moment."

You swallowed thickly, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. "You're human, baby. It's normal to feel this way sometimes, there's nothing wrong with that."

He shook his head. "No, I can't. I'm the Sorcerer Supreme, I'm the leader of the Defenders. I don't have the right to succumb because if I do, more people will die and it will be my fault. It's always my fault..."

You shushed him. "Baby that's not true. You always do your best, but it's not possible to save everyone and I'm sorry you feel this way."

You got up and walked around the bed and got comfortable resting your back on a pile of pillows. "Come here. Lay your head in my lap."

He wiped the tears from his face with the back of his hands and surrendered, doing as you asked. You took off the hair tie and started combing the strands gently with your fingers and he let out a heavy sigh.

"Want to tell me what happened on that last mission?"

He shook his head.

"You know you can tell me anything, Stephen."

"I know, but right now I just want to forget everything. I'm so tired. My body is sore from the fight and my head feels like it's going to explode."

You hummed listening and continued stroking his hair. "When was the last time you ate something?"

He did not answer.

"Breakfast? Dinner?" You insisted.

"I don't remember, to be honest."

"Stephen! Let me get you something to eat."

But he held you in place before you could even think about getting up.

"Tomorrow. I don't think I'll be able to hold anything on my stomach tonight, baby. I just want to stay here with you. Please. Want to feel your hands in me."

You sighed, knowing there was no point in insisting.

"You're not going to work tomorrow. I'll talk to Wong in the morning."

He didn't say anything, which made you even more worried. Normally he would have been reluctant to accept your suggestion.

It broke your heart to see Stephen like that. You knew he gave his all to his work, he always put everyone first, in fact that was one of the reasons for your arguments, but it still seemed like it wasn't enough. He overcharged himself, blamed himself for things that weren't his fault. You just wanted him to see himself through your eyes, for him to see himself the way you saw him: a true selfless hero.

"I love you, Stephen. I know you're mad at yourself right now, but I want you to know that I'm proud of you and everything you do to keep me and everyone in this world safe. It's a very heavy burden, baby, but you know I'll always be here to help you carry it."

He turned to look at you. "I love you. So much. More than anything."

You smiled tracing his beard with the tip of your finger. "I know that out there you have to be the Sorcerer Supreme and the Leader of the Defenders, but here, you are allowed to be human, to be Stephen, my sweet husband."

He sighed reaching to touch your cheek.

"There is nothing in the world I want to be more than your husband."

You smiled, holding his hand and lowering it to your belly. "You’re sure?"

And like magic you saw the corner of his lips curl up in a discreet smile that widened and transformed into a wide and beautiful smile when he felt the baby kicking against his hand.

He pressed his lips against your belly and whispered. "I love you so much little one. Can't wait to finally meet you."

You smiled, stroking his hair. "And she loves you. She always starts kicking when she hears your voice. I know she is proud of you just as I am."

Stephen sat up and held your face in his hands. "Thank you, baby, for taking such a good care of me. Everything I do is for my girls."

You leaned in one of his hands. "And I’m so grateful for that. We'll always be here for you in good or bad times. Your two girls will always be here for you.”

Stephen kissed you softly.

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winsteria · 1 year

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This post contains fanfic recommendations for Sherlock Holmes (BBC) and Stephen Strange and his variants. I thought it would be nice to share and recommend to all of you the fics that I love! <3

Note: Most of the recommended fics are fluff, but there will be some angst too. Fics that contain smut will be marked with (S), so for those who don't read them can be aware.

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STEPHEN STRANGE

➥ Doctor Strange

✦ Karaoke Night by @annesthaeticc

✦ Uncle Stephen by @writingliv

✦ Musée de l'Orangerie by writingliv

✦ Glimpse of Us by writingliv

✦ Paper Hearts (Series) by @classickook

✦ All I Ask (Part 1) by @brunchable

➥ All I Want (Part 2) by brunchable

➥ One Dance (Last Part) by brunchable

✦ Can't Love You in the Dark by (Part 1) by brunchable

➥ Can't Love You in the Dark by (Part 2) by brunchable

➥ (S) Can't Love You in the Dark by (Part 3) by brunchable

✦ A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be (Mini-series) by brunchable

✦ Karaoke Confessions by @getlostsquidward

✦ Annoying by @spookyspecterino

➥ Defender Strange

✦ Wardrobe Mix Up by @lykaonimagines

✦ Give Me The Reason by lykaonimagines

➥ Sinister Strange

✦ Notes & Letters by lykaonimagines

✦ Actions Speak Louder by @geeky-politics-46

➥ Supreme Strange

✦ My One Constant by lykaonimagines

✦ Something Interesting by lykaonimagines

SHERLOCK HOLMES

✦ Touch Starved by @starks-hero

✦ Comfort by starks-hero

✦ Deep Water by starks-hero

✦ Dinner With the Family by starks-hero

✦ Danger Night's by starks-hero

✦ Different by starks-hero

✦ Sentiment by starks-hero

✦ I'm Here by starks-hero

✦ Meet the Parents by starks-hero

✦ His Remedy by starks-hero

✦ Darling It's Cold Outside by starks-hero

✦ Always On My Mind by starks-hero

✦ Christmas by @geeks-universe

✦ Bedside Manners by @luxwritesfanfic

✦ Don't Take The Money by luxwritesfanfic

✦ Missed You by @sherlockxreader

✦ The Case of the Unread Article by sherlockxreader

✦ I Want One by @victoriaholmeswriting

✦ The Holmes Family by victoriaholmeswriting

✦ Corpses and Roses by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds

✦ Iridescence: A Composition by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds

✦ Soulmates by writingliv

✦ Night Terror by @fandom-puff

✦ The Feeling Is Mutual by classickook

✦ Safe In Your Arms by classickook

✦ ILY by annesthaeticc

✦ Puppy Luv by annesthaeticc

✦ Bad Hair Day by annesthaeticc

✦ Here Comes The Sun by @aephereal

✦ Pancakes by aephereal

✦ Late Nights & Violins by @daydreamtofiction

✦ Consequences by @theconsultingdetectiveswife

✦ Limerence by @galactic-academia

✦ Spiraling by @stupidthoughtsinwriting

✦ Morning Light by lykaonimagines

So, that would be the end of this post. If your work is here and you want to remove it from this post, please kindly inform me in the comments and I will remove it! <3

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pinkthick · 1 year

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Anything for my girls

Pairing: Defender Strange x Fem!Reader

Summary: Stephen is more than willing to satisfy his wife's cravings when Y/N wakes up in the middle of the night due to her restless baby.

Despite the fact that everyone has triggers, including you and Stephen, you both had a calm demeanor. This didn't exactly justify having a son or daughter that was so agitated.

When you suddenly opened your eyes, your hands went to cover the pretty noticeable bump that had grown over the course of the previous months. You carefully sat up as you stroked your stomach. There weren't many things that might bother you, but it seems that one of them was your unborn child, who felt it would be a good idea to start learning to swim inside your womb.

Stephen was sleeping soundly next to you, but you couldn't hold it against him. He had recently finished a mission, and it was obvious that he was worn out. You gently squeezed the sorcerer's shoulder while grinning as you stretched out to him. Stephen inhaled deeply as his sleep deepened. A kick started you anew just as you were about to lay down again.

“Alright, alright.” Finally releasing his or her father, you returned to massage your belly as your voice grew drowsy. "You'll bring us excitement, won't you?"

This night is going to be quite long.

Just as you were trying to get into a comfortable position, a sudden craving struck. But you were aware that you were out of peanut butter. You were on the verge of tears just thinking about it. Stupid hormones.

“Y/N?”

You looked at him after your shoulders tensed at your own name. Stephen turned to face you and lifted his head just enough to see you.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, before getting up and putting his hands on yours.

The sorcerer laid his head on your shoulders and touched your stomach while you stiffled a sob and said, "Nothing." As he felt your bundle of joy kicking, he smiled a little.

“It’s not nothing. Tell me what’s wrong, darling. Is there a problem with the baby?” He seemed worried, and you could hear it, but you instantly sought to reassure him that everything is well.

“It's stupid. I only wanted peanut butter, but then I remembered we had run out. I'm not exactly sure why I started crying.” Stephen nodded before giving you a kiss right above your shoulder blade and putting his arm over your back to pull you in.

“It’s not stupid.“ he said as he kissed your hair “Do you want to me go buy some?”

“You don’t have to. It’s 5 in the morning. I’m sure you’re exhausted.” He squeezed you a little tigther in his arms.

“I’m not that tired. And besides.. if my girls are demanding peanut butter, they’ll get it.” You gave a faint chuckle before kissing his cheek.

"You are aware that you don’t need to. We can get it later.” You spoke as you guided his hand, allowing him to feel the baby move as she or he became more calmer.

“Yeah. Though I want to.” He replied, then reached for the base of your chin and kissed you softly.

Stephen climbed out of bed as soon as you pulled away and swiftly snapped his fingers to change out of his pajamas into more casual attire.

“I just noticed that you said "girls." You gave him a dreamy smile as he picked up a tie from the bedside table.

"I think it's a girl," A broad smile spread across his face as he gently shrugged his shoulders.

“Don't be so sure," You teased him as you saw the man in front of you bunning his hair. How did you manage to be so blessed to have a husband like him, let alone have a child with him?

"Well, the appointment is in a week, and trust me, it's going to be a girl," the sorcerer replied. He seemed rather confident of his guess.

“Did you perform a magic spell or something to determine the gender of our baby?” When he heard you say "our," his heart skipped a beat. The idea that he will actually become a father still seems surreal.

“Of course not.” He scoffed slightly “I doubt that such a spell even exists.” He continued while also retrieving his sling ring.

As Stephen drew nearer to you once more, you chuckled a little. "Try to rest a little bit," he said as he tenderly kissed your forehead.

“Tell your baby that.” He leaned out and touched your bumb with both hands, making you smile.

He whispered as he softly kissed your stomach, "Let your mother sleep."

Your heart fluttered as you tried not to melt right there.

“Stephen?” You asked as you looked at the sorcerer standing up

“Hm?” He looked at you with loving eyes

“Can you buy some cucumbers too?”

“Y/N..” His voice sounded like a mixture of warning and disgust, but you continued to look at him with those eyes he loved so much and he let out a sigh of defeat.

“Thank you” smiling you watched as the ex-doctor made a portal and disappear through it.

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dino-fart · 1 year

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Escapism

Pairing: Multi Character x Female Reader

Genre: Drama, SMUT, Romance

Summary: You find yourself at a club called the Red Room. Your partner dumped you last night and your heart is shattered by it. You hope the club can provide you some escape, someone to take home and help you forget about what happened. One of the promoters picked up on this and takes you to magical place that let’s you choose whoever you want to spend the night with regardless of them not existing in your reality. Maybe by the end of your sexcapades you’ll end up finding someone new to love.

Inspired By: Escapism by Raye and 070 Shake

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Author’s Note: Please message, inbox or reply to this post if you want me to add more characters! I will be doing polls every now and then. Also this is my pitch for clubs to have a fantasy room, golden idea, will sell like hotcakes because I’ll be the only customer XD

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asgards-princess-of-mischief · 3 months

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Last Updated: 2024-01-19

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Dr. Stephen Strange stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

✑ Affection by lykaonimagines • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "...Stephen's jealousy gets the best of him while watching his wife teach a combat class..."

✑ Anything for My Girls by pinkthick • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "Stephen is more than willing to satisfy his wife's cravings when [you] wakes up in the middle of the night due to [your] restless baby."

✑ Fair Play by ironstrange1991 • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When Stephen comes home early from work he is pleasantly surprised."

✑ Give Me the Reason by lykaonimagines • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "After a year of Stephen constantly prioritizing his work, [you] finally hits a breaking point in [your] relationship."

✑ Good Morning, My Love by ironstrange1991 • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "After a long day and night of work Stephen comes home to finding you sleeping in his bed cuddled with his pillow and he decides to compensate you by giving a special good morning."

✑ Into You by lykaonimagines • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "Things had seemed to be heading in a romantic direction between [you] and Stephen. [However,] since assuming his new role as Sorcerer Supreme, he felt more distant than ever before. Frustration and alcohol seem to have finally come up with the perfect solution to [your] problem."

✑ Let Me Take Care of You by ironstrange1991 • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When Stephen comes home covered in blood… [you help] him bathe… and treat his wounds."

✑ One Day Away by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 •

Summary: All Stephen wanted was one day alone with you to ask you a very important question.

✑ Wardrobe Mix-up by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "An early morning emergency leads to [you] not paying close enough attention to what clothes [you] threw on from the pile in their room."

✑ Worth the Wait by geeky-politics-46 • 18+ • 〔E᜶F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "[Stephen] learns about your past and earns your virginity."

✑ You Put Flowers in My Hair by stranglockd • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You go to the Renaissance Faire with [Stephen] and some fun activities take place. Will he allow it to happen?"

✑ Adopted Daughter by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Adopted Daughter: Big Trouble by dino-fart • 〔M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Beautiful by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Do Adore by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 •

✑ Don't Make a Sound by dino-fart • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Good Boy by dino-fart • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Husband and Wife by dino-fart • 〔F〕 •

✑ My Goddess by dino-fart • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Nurse's Touch by strangelockd • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Sickness by dino-fart • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Smooth Talker by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Treating Defender by withalittlehoney • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Way You Speak, the by dino-fart • 〔F〕 •

✑ What a Coincidence by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Being Stephen's Pregnant Wife... by ironstrange1991 • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Stephen Comforting You After a Hard Day…￨by ironstrange1991 • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

See Also: Navigation || Dr. Strange Master Index

Authors: @dino-fart || @geeky-politics-46 || @ironstrange1991 || @lykaonimagines || @pinkthick || @strangelockd || @withalittlehoney ||

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lykaonimagines · 2 years

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Affection - Defender!Strange x Reader

My first time writing for Defender Strange, definitely got inspired by some of the posts I’ve seen about him recently and had to give him a try. 💙

Paring: Defender!Strange x Sorcerer F!Reader

Word Count: 4,372 (Things got a bit out of hand 😬)

Description: Defender Stephen’s jealousy gets the best of him while watching his wife teach a combat class at Kamar-Taj.

Other Things: Pre-establish relationship/they’re married. Defenders make appearance. Strange is jealous, and HC that this him is more than ok with some PDA when he’s in that headspace. He’s also a bit subby.

Warnings: Suggestive. Jealousy. Some swearing. Not really spoilers for MoM? It’s referencing the character from the movie, but his life prior to events in the movie.

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Leaning against a nearby building, Stephen surveys the various training sessions going on in the courtyard. He tried to stop by every so often to catch some of the training at Kamar-Taj in the moment. Reports of progress from the masters were adequate, but they didn’t replace seeing the work the students were putting in with his own eyes. He liked to pick out the ones flourishing to watch for more responsibilities down the line and harder tasks to test them. He wanted to know his possible future Masters of the Mystic Arts from the beginning.

He also enjoyed stepping in to help on occasion, running classes when he had the time and giving one-on-one lessons to those struggling. After his own difficult start at Kamar-Taj, he knew for some it just took a push in the right direction and some help. He’d also heard that his appearances raised moral, making the students excited to see the Sorcerer Supreme himself on-site and interacting with them.

And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t purposely drop by when a certain master was teaching. Watching his wife in her element filled him with an indescribable amount of pride and love. The way she so artfully crafted her magic, each spell flawless and quick. The way her students watched her with awe.

Then there were classes like today. Hand-to-hand combat days. He should have been making his way around the courtyard inspecting each class, but he found himself glued to the spot watching Y/N. Damn her sparring attire. While practical to have all fabric tight to the skin when you intend on grappling with someone… every movement of her body as she demonstrates different attacks seems to set his blood on fire.

She’d since split the class into pairs and had been walking around checking everyone’s form and technique, the momentary break from sparring herself tempting for him to go see her.

Before he can decide, one of her students currently flat on the ground calls her over for help. Stepping closer to them, he picks up the student’s voice as she helps him to his feet.

“Master Y/L/N, could you be my partner? I need some extra help,” he asks, making Stephen raise his brow at the overtly innocent tone coming from the man’s mouth.

“Of course Conner, we’ll go through it slow and see what you’re struggling with yeah?” Y/N responds with a smile, patting the student on his shoulder.

Y/N takes a step back and motions for him to come at her, “Grab my forearms.”

Stephen watches with slight annoyance as his hands slide up her forearms a little too slow.

“Great, now what would you do, immediately after grabbing me,” she pushes, the student’s eyes flicker over her far too long for Strange’s liking.

After a moment he throws her away by her forearms and circles around her quickly to throw his arms around her waist, one hand splayed across her stomach, and an arm just under her chest.

Gnawing at the inside of his cheek, Stephen manages to keep himself still. Conner knew what he was doing. Surely he did. This wasn’t some coincidence.

“Now what’s wrong with this hold Conner?” she asks calmly.

“Uh… I think it’s right?”

“You’re giving me far too much movement, there are at least twenty ways I could easy break out of this. When you’re holding from behind, you want to use both of your own forearms not your hands. Fingers are easily breakable and don’t hold much in. Cage the person with your forearms. Whether it’s holding on for dear life with both forearms locked around the waist, or one around the waist and one on the neck. Like so,” she instructs, grabbing one of his arms and placing it across her throat. “There’s a lot of damage you can do in the throat. And people aren’t usually going to thrash as much because you’re in a place of power to crush their windpipe. They have to be more careful with their movement.”

“So you can’t get out now, I have you at my mercy?” Conner teases, his arm tightening on her throat.

Before Stephen can step forward to pull him off her, she’s already popped her elbow back into his head, sending the apprentice stumbling back holding his nose.

“Surely you don’t think me so easily defeated?” she responds with a smirk. “I am training you and taking it slow for you to learn, but I feel I should remind you that I am a Master of the Mystic Arts and I specialize in hand-to-hand combat, not one of your classmates. Now come at me.”

Conner frowns and looks at Y/N, his eyes flickering across her as he chooses his move.

After a moment he dashes across the sparring ring and throws his arms around her waist tightly, confusion on her face at his tactic.

Before she can react to the odd hug, he’s thrown her on the ground, throwing his body on top of hers to attempt to hold her down. His hands exploring her backside far too much for Stephen’s liking.

Y/N quickly sends him flying back off her, scrambling to her feet with a new fire in her eyes.

But before she can say a word to the apprentice, Stephen strides over to the ring and stands between the two.

“Doctor Strange?” Y/N asks, her own brow raising at his sudden appearance.

“Master Strange?” he calls back, briefly turning to wink at her.

“Why did you call her Master Strange?” Conner asks, swearing when he realizes he forgot to bow, stumbling to do so for the Sorcerer Supreme in front of him.

Turning back to the apprentice with a threatening smile, “It sounds like you may have not paid attention in your introduction to her, but my wife goes by either her married or maiden name here. I personally prefer calling her Master Strange, for obvious reasons.”

“I- I wasn’t aware you two were married,” he responds quickly, his eyes darting between the two of them, his arms visibly shaking.

“Clearly,” Stephen responds, still holding his tight-lipped smile. “Now how about I give you a one-on-one lesson and we let Master Strange get back to teaching the class?”

“I- uh, aren’t you busy sir?”

“I actually have just enough time, I like to help with training don’t you worry,” he responds, and with that shoos the others away, his wife shooting him a pointed look as she goes back to her class.

“You’re going to attempt to grapple me,” Stephen says as he stands tall in the circle, his arms at his sides. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Conner nods his head and frowns as he sizes up the Sorcerer Supreme, sprinting at him within seconds.

Before he can reach him, Strange makes a quick motion with his hand and sends the apprentice flying back, hitting the ground with a groan.

“Again,” he repeats simply, turning his neck quickly to crack it.

The man stumbles to his feet once again, circling around Strange then bolting toward him from a different angle, once again being blasted away by a ball of energy.

“Again.”

And the pattern rolls on, Strange not moving from his spot as he repeatedly rebukes the apprentice’s attacks time after time until finally the man falls to his hands and knees, “I can’t do it.”

Strange glances from the student to the rest of the class, most of which had lost interest in their own sparring to watch the display. As a bell tolls he hears Y/N dismiss her class, and he kneels down to Conner on the ground.

“You did that 47 times,” he comments. “And you didn’t once try to block it or defend yourself.”

“I-it’s hand-to-hand combat, I thought I have to rely on physical ability,” he responds back dejectedly, running a hand through his hair.

“Kid we’re sorcerers, not MMA fighters,” Strange says. “We fight with a mixture of magic and physical ability. You’re not trying to win competitions, there isn’t a prize for being the best at wrestling someone to the ground. You use what you have at your disposal to win. You fight like your life depends on it, because if you continue down this path with us, it will. Few of us are spared, combat isn’t taught for fun.”

The apprentice nods slowly, finally looking up at the Sorcerer Supreme in front of him.

“Now what should you have done?”

“Tried to block it with a shield, then rush in to grapple?”

“Are you answering me or asking me?” He asks with a grin.

“Block the attacks and rush in when able,” Conner nods confidently, giving the man in front of him a hesitant smile.

Strange pats his knee encouragingly and stands, offering a hand to pull him up, “Now let's do this properly.”

The pair spends the next forty minutes sparring, the apprentice finally being able to block Strange’s attacks and get himself in position to grapple him.

“Much better, you’re definitely getting there,” Strange praises with a confident nod.

Conner bows toward him with a smile, “Thank you for your help sir.”

As he turns to leave, Strange calls out to him once more, “And one more thing kid.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t feel up my wife. Or make any other poor attempts to seduce her. Also don’t try to lie and make a fool of yourself, we both know what you were doing. If I catch your hands drifting or hear another line like that again though, we will have issues. And I can assume you don’t want to have issues with me. So it’s just not going to happen again, correct?”

“Y-yes sir, never again sir,” he stutters as he bows toward him once again. “I apologize.”

“Now off with you,” he mutters, nodding toward the lunch hall and turning to pick up some of the discarded sparring weapons on the ground as the apprentice runs off.

“At least that shade of green compliments the red in your outfit,” Y/N calls out to him with a teasing tone, approaching Stephen from where she’d been leaning against a pillar watching the training.

“No clue what you’re talking about,” he comments, stopping his clean up to focus on adjusting the guards on his arms.

“The jealousy is almost cute, but very obvious darling,” she presses, his gaze flickering up to her. “You knocked him on his ass for thirty minutes straight while the rest of the class watched. A bit harsh.”

“I did end up teaching him,” Stephen responds indignantly, sighing as she raises an eyebrow at him. “If he didn’t want to be knocked on his ass, he shouldn’t be feeling up my wife in combat training.”

Chuckling at his statement, she steps in closer to him and runs a hand down his cheek, “I was going to speak to him about it after class you know.”

“I felt like a firmer hand was necessary,” he comments, leaning into her touch. “I was proving a point.”

“Was the point that ass grabbing is only appropriate in sparring between us?” she questions as she reaches behind him to give his a squeeze.

“Exactly, glad we’re on the same page,” he nods, leaning in to give her a kiss when suddenly she pulls him into a grapple.

The two scuffle around in their sudden match, kicking up dirt as they fight to get the upper hand and bring the other down.

After a few minutes, Y/N sweeps her leg out, knocking his feet out from under him. The Sorcerer Supreme hits the dirt with a grunt, his wife promptly dropping onto his lap before he can react.

“Cheater,” he grumbles, his hands reaching up to grip her thighs on either side of him.

“Oh?” she asks with a glint in her eye. “If I remember right, we’re supposed to take every advantage we see and fight like our life depends on it, because one day it will.”

Rolling his eyes, his hands slide slowly up her thighs and behind her to grasp her ass and pull her closer.

“Oh there’s you taking your husband perk I see,” she teases, reaching forward to pull the hair-band barely holding on from his hair. Running her fingers through his long locks, she brushes them out of his face.

“One of the endless perks,” he purrs, his fingers kneading into her skin, her breath catching in her throat.

Swiftly reaching back to grab his wrists, she pulls them back and slams his arms to either side of his head, leaning over him to hold him in place.

Lightly tugging at her grasp, he smirks up at her, “Awfully bold of you, seeing as lunch hour ends soon.”

As if on cue, a bell tolls and the first of the students start casually strolling into the courtyard.

“And you have no problem with this?” she asks with a raised eyebrow. “All the students, seeing the Sorcerer Supreme defeated and held down at his wife’s mercy?”

“Let them look,” he growls, his hips doing a quick roll against her core above him, chuckling at the strained gasp from her lips. “Hell if I care that they know I belong to one of the strongest sorcerer’s in this universe. In fact, maybe they need to be reminded of that fact love.”

“Oh?” she asks with her own smirk. “Who do you belong to Stephen?”

“Only you darling,” he responds softly, his tongue poking out to quickly swipe across his lip.

Lowering her body down to to his, she captures his lips in a hungry kiss, a chorus of wolf-whistles coming from the students nearby, causing their kiss to erupt into chuckles on both sides.

Releasing his wrists, she quickly gets to her feet, offering him her hands to help pull him up.

Once he’s on his feet, he goes to work brushing the dirt from his robes, as she circles behind him to comb her fingers through his hair. Deftly wrapping the hair band around it, she adjusts the greying hairs into place and nods approvingly at her work.

Giving a quick tug to the ponytail, she brushes a soft kiss across the exposed skin on his neck and chuckles at the strangled groan that comes from his throat.

Spinning around to face her with eyes narrowed he leans in to press another kiss to her lips, “I feel like I’m owed some attention tonight.”

“Oh are you now?”

“Teasing me and getting me all worked up,” he complains with a smirk. “And right after I suffer someone attempting to seduce you away from me.”

Stepping in closer to her husband, she leans up to whisper in his ear, “Don’t worry, I’m very much looking forward to you trapped under me, begging for me to touch you. I wouldn’t miss it for the world Stephen.”

Her lips ghost over his ear, sending a chill down his spine as he promptly wraps an arm around her waist, settling a hand on her opposite hip as she leans into his side, “I think you need to spend the rest of the day with me. Wong can handle the rest of the teaching, and I have a meeting.”

“You need me at your side for a meeting?” she asks as he leads her through the courtyard and toward one of the buildings.

“Your presence just makes the day better,” he admits, directing a quick smile toward her, pulling the door open to his office.

“Who exactly are we now meeting with?” she asks as he plops into his chair, prompting pulling her onto his lap, her legs swing across his to lean back into him casually.

“The Defenders going on the next mission,” he responds, flipping through the papers on his desk, one arm still around Y/N.

“Are you going with them?”

“I’d thought about it,” he admits, his gaze flickering from the paperwork to her face. “But they should be able to handle it with Master Whitlock I’m sending with them, I have urgent matters that came up unfortunately preventing me from going.”

“Exactly what urgent matters are those?” her heads lulls happily against his shoulder, shaking slightly as he chuckles.

“For them? An urgent mystic issue at the New York Sanctum Sanctorum,” he responds as he carefully signs his name on the form, hand slightly shaking at the effort. “The true answer however, I desperately need some alone time with my wife.”

“Is my Stephen not getting enough attention lately?” she teases, shifting herself up in his lap to bend down his collar and press a kiss to the side of his neck.

He shivers at the contact, grip tightening on his pen and eyes drifting shut.

“I’ll never have enough attention from you,” he corrects, leaning into her as she sucks at the skin on his neck. “And maybe I could benefit from a reminder that I’m the object of your affections.”

Her lips part from his neck for a moment, fingers running through his ponytail, “Hmm, maybe I spoke too soon. The jealousy is sort of cute. You need a reminder that you’re mine dear?”

He nods back quickly with a sharp intake of air as she continues her assault on his neck.

Pulling back after a few moments to pepper kisses over the area, she bends his collar back up with a satisfied smile, “That’ll have to do for now, it’s up to you if you want your superhero friends to see. Or just sit here knowing I blatantly left my mark on your skin… just too quick of a head turn could reveal it.”

Reaching up to cup her jaw, he turns her toward him and captures her lips with a kiss. “This meeting is going to be torturously long isn’t it?” he mumbles as their lips break apart.

“Oh you know it will,” she responds, adjusting herself in his lap, twisting a bit more than necessary.

He buries his face against her neck, letting out a slow hiss at the contact, “I’m about thirty seconds from canceling it and going home.”

“Too late,” she responds brightly, the door to his office opening much to his displeasure.

Stepping into the office, Iron Fist raises a brow at the sight of Y/N on the Sorcerer Supreme’s lap, and his face pressed to her neck, “Are we interupting something here?”

“No it’s fine, just spending a quick moment together, take them when you can as you surely know,” Y/N answers, smiling at the man and ushering him and his companions in.

“Mr. Strange, Mrs. Strange,” Namor acknowledges them as he walks through the door and takes a seat.

“Doctor.” “Master.” The two of them correct immediately, Stephen’s face finally lifting from her neck as they share a glance and laugh.

Namor rolls his eyes and taps impatiently on the desk, “How you’ve found a woman that perfectly embodies you, I’ll never know.”

“Are you talking about the fact that the two of them can level a fucking country in a matter of seconds on sheer magical power alone, or that they’re disgustingly in love with each other and titles?” Luke Cage asks as he takes his own seat.

“All of the above,” Jessica Jones answers with a disgusted noise. “Less necking, more talking. We have shit to do.”

“Well I’ll leave you all to it,” Y/N announces as she swings her legs down from his to meet the floor. “I’ll see you at home Stephen.”

Before she can take even two steps away, his arm is wrapped back around her waist and tugging her back into his lap with a loud ‘oof’ from her lips.

“Master Strange will be joining us today,” he announces, picking up a sheet of paper and sliding it across the desk to Namor. “Mission brief is here. Should be simple enough. I’m not able to attend due to an issue at my Sanctum, but I will be sending another master with you.”

“Oh so we’re borrowing your wife for the night? Works for me,” Iron Fist answers with a teasing smile, the rest of the room chuckling at the instant frown on the Sorcerer Supreme’s face.

“Well she is the best besides you right? Only makes sense she be the one that goes with us,” Luke continues.

Stephen’s grip on Y/N’s waist tightens, as does his jaw as he replies sharply, “While Y/N is incredibly gifted at the Mystic Arts and more than capable, she’s also needed at the Sanctum with me. Master Whitlock will be joining you, the title of Master isn’t given out easily, he knows what he’s doing.”

“Jealous baby?” Y/N whispers in his ear as she leans back against him, chuckling as his cheeks redden. “Maybe another day I’ll join you all, it’s always fun to get out and kick some ass,” she responds louder.

“Come on Stephen,” Iron Fist says as he leans casually against his desk. “Let her out for the night, I’m sure you can handle whatever by yourself and let her have some fun running with a team.”

“It’s Doctor Strange for one,” he nearly growls in annoyance. “And destroying a mystic anomaly with the potential of being a large threat isn’t a fun outing. It’s still serious work.”

Iron Fist raises his hands in defense and backs away from the desk, “Sorry Master Y/N Strange, tried to get you out of house arrest.”

Y/N laughs and pats Stephen’s arm gently, “Seriously I’ll go at some point. I’ve heard a lot about you all, and I’d love to get to see what you can all do in person. Instead of just being one of your chauffeurs through the cosmos. Plus a planned mission instead of waking up to all hell breaking loose, it’s a divine thought.”

“The perks of marriage to the Sorcerer Supreme hm?” Namor asks with a chuckle. “The fabric of time and space ripping outside your bedroom window, constantly on duty and traveling, any number of superheroes or sorcerers stumbling into your home any hour of the day. Must be a lot.”

Stephen’s chest tightens at the hero’s words, that sinking feeling in his gut he always gets when he thinks of that aspect of their marriage. Of their life together. Of how she deserves a better life. Free of chaos and worry.

“I won’t say it’s not rough at times, but it’s never boring,” she responds, her hand slipping down to intertwine her fingers with her husband’s on the armrest. “But I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else, doing anything else. I chose this life. And any amount of chaos is worth the time I’ve got at this guy’s side. However long we may have.”

Her word release the tension in his chest, choosing instead to well up in his throat as he looks at his wife and pulls her closer until she rests her head against his chest. Looking back to the heroes standing in front of him, he quickly clears his throat, “This mission should be rather in and out. The sheet I gave you shows the best entrance to the place we’re getting the energy reading from and everything we do know. Master Whitlock was briefed on any other information we have.”

Looking across the room at his clock, “And he should actually be right outside the office door now ready to portal you all there.”

“We’re being kicked out,” Luke states, a smirk as his face as he stands.

They all give their goodbyes and head out, the heavy wooden door slamming shut behind them before Stephen sighs heavily.

“Everything ok?” Y/N asks, her free hand reaching up to run her nails lightly through his facial hair.

“You don’t know how much I needed to hear those words,” he admits after a moment, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“That I want to be with you?”

“I usually feel as if… well…” he begins to trail off until she turns his head towards hers.

“You feel as if what?”

“That you’re putting up with all this to be with me. That one day you might get sick of it and leave for someone that can give you a normal, safer life. I know our relationship isn’t easy.”

“As if,” she snorts and he chuckles against her. “In all the years you’ve known me, have I ever given you the impression I’m looking for a normal and safe life? Seriously Strange, I didn’t marry the Sorcerer Supreme and leader of a superhero gang while dreaming of a life in the suburbs and working a nine to five. I married the man I love, who is the most powerful, badass, talented sorcerer that dedicated his life to protecting our reality and teaching the mystic arts. I believe in what you do, in you, in Kamar-Taj, and in us. I’m here because I’m going to be at your side doing these things no matter what. I might as well sign a damn paper that makes you legally mine, because I’m damn sure always going to want to be shoving you down onto that four-poster bed and fucking you dumb at the end of the day.”

Pressing his forehead to hers, he sighs happily and captures her lips with his own, both of them moving lazily against one another, “I’m a lucky man.”

“Damn right.”

Chuckling he finally leans back to look at her, watching as her hand drifts slowly down his chest, past his belts, and slips under his robes to palm him, “How about we head home and get started on what was it… you fucking me dumb?”

“Oh yes, the only thought in that big brain of yours is going to be desperately begging for me love,” she smirks at the shiver that runs down his spine.

“Yep, we’re done with work for today,” he announces, quickly scooping her into his arms and pulling his sling ring out to make a portal to their bedroom. “Urgent mystic matters await and such.”

“About damn time.”

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 4 months

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When universes collide.

Warnings: canon typical violence, reference to Avengers: Infinity War and Endgame and jealous Defender Strange.

A/N: This is a little plot bunny that was racing around in my head and I hope you enjoy it.

Rafael Barba had experienced his fair share of mysteries as an ADA and while he was able to solve some of them; the ones he couldn’t solve haunted him.

The mystery that was currently confounding him was how you dealt with situations where your two lives collided.

The SVU squad all knew about your status as an Avenger. Rafael had been meaning to reach out to you and offer support because he could see how much Thanos’ Snaps had affected you. Every time he tried to talk to you about it, there was either a case the squad needed to deal with or a supernatural crisis that you had to resolve.

Today proved to be no different. Rafael had planned to talk to you before the trial but he’d overslept. Then, when he was in the middle of a cross examination, a multi limbed monster crashed into the courtroom from out of nowhere and began flailing around.

Many people screamed as they processed what was happening. You, Liv and Sonny were among the few who remained somewhat calm. Liv and Sonny hurriedly escorted the people out of the courtroom while you called out to the Judge.

“Do what you need to do, Detective (Surname). Just don’t make a mess.” He shouted as he too was escorted out of the courtroom.

At that moment, three men stepped out of a large, golden circle that also appeared out of thin air. Two of the men looked uncannily similar; the only difference between them was that one had a ponytail and the robes they wore.

“What’s your plan?” One of the men barked. With a jolt, Rafael realised that it was Doctor Stephen Strange who had spoken.

“Containment spell mixed with a deaging and shrinking spell,” you yelled back. You lit up your hands with magic and the men did the same. Moments later, your spell slammed into the monster. A clear prism formed around it and as it shrunk, so did the monster until the monster had shrunk to a miniature size.

Rafael identified the moment the spell ended. The small monster zoomed into your grasp and you gazed at it almost fondly.

“You know, when it’s not striking out with its limbs, it’s kind of cute.”

“You are not keeping it as a pet. It could be dangerous in ways we don’t know about.”

You unwillingly handed the monster to Stephen, who grasped it gingerly.

“Wong will fill you in. I’ll go put this back.” Stephen disappeared in a whirl of colour.

“We must depart.” The man named Wong stated gruffly. “At Kamar-Taj, we can begin to unravel the mystery that brought this Stephen to our world.”

Rafael’s jaw dropped open, “Two Stephen Stranges? This world can barely handle one.”

Rafael’s eyes met yours. He wanted you to reassure him that it’d be okay; that you wouldn’t be walking into something you weren’t prepared for. The more rational side of him knew that you couldn’t realistically promise that.

“The Judge’ll be impressed. The courtroom is minimally damaged.”

The other Strange moved to stand opposite you, blocking Rafael’s view of you and ensuring you focused on him.

“The longer I stay here, the greater the probability that a tear in the multiverse occurs and destroys both our worlds.”

Rafael heard you exhale heavily.

“Tell Liv and Sonny…”

“I will,” Rafael promised, knowing what you were going to say. Despite his desire for answers, he knew that he’d have to wait to get them.

A third portal appeared and you stepped through it. Rafael caught a glimpse of an old building before the visiting Stephen shifted to face him. There was something chilling in his gaze, like a warning to Rafael to stay away from this part of your life because he would not be able to understand it.

Then the portal closed and Rafael was left standing in the courtroom alone.

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couldntbedamned · 10 months

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A Sweet Escape (To Better Days)

Pairing: Stephen Strange/Reader, Strange Supreme/Reader, Defender Strange/Reader, Supreme Strange/Reader, Sinister Strange/Reader

Summary: While it at first it weighed heavily on her, the knowledge that five of the most powerful beings in the multiverse were with her instead of protecting all of reality, she couldn’t deny the thrill that also came with that. The universe truly revolved around her. Her loves revolved around her and everything she was, she had, she did was for them in return.

Warnings: Kidnapping, Obsession, Sexual Content, Spanking, Blatant disregard for responsibilities to multiple realities

Note: This isn’t really a prequel to There's Only Butterflies (Take Me Away), so much as it’s a companion piece, I suppose. In my mind they simply go together.

Stephen was her first.

It wasn’t as if she’d been waiting for Mr. Right, marriage, or anything so sentimental. There had been plenty of opportunities, but sex just hadn’t seemed important. She had her vibrators and her imagination. Men, from what she’d experienced, were simply more trouble than they were worth.

Until Stephen.

Stephen had flown - literally - into her life and everything she’d known had turned upside down.

She’d been captivated by him. He was intelligent, charming, handsome, and just a little bit mean. Which would be a red flag to anyone else but just set tingles afire deep in her belly.

Why he’d settled on her of all people, she didn’t know, but after the first time he’d taken her, moved in her, filled her, she’d decided it didn’t matter.

Sex with Stephen was better than any orgasm she’d wrung from herself with her vibrators. He was unrelenting, demanding her pleasure several times over before he’d take his own. Passing out from sheer pleasure? Yeah, apparently not something that only happened in books.

She lived with him in the Sanctum, days and nights filled with time spent together reading, talking, fucking. He could be fairly useless with words - especially the three words most people held above all. There was something in his eyes that told her he wanted to say the words but couldn’t stop from saying the wrong thing or just saying nothing at all. It never mattered to her; his actions said more than simple words ever could. Why insist on silly little words when he bared his soul to her in every way that truly mattered?

He had to dash off to save the world, obviously, but he always came back to her. They’d inevitably end up fucking for hours, as if to reaffirm that he was still alive.

Strange found them, fittingly, she thought, on a chilly and storming Halloween evening.

At first, she thought the ritualistic sex had gone terribly wrong. (Or wonderfully right. What? She was horny and, thanks to the magic, unable to get off until Stephen finished his part of the ritual by finishing inside her.)

“The Runes of Rapitu,” Strange had said, circling around them. He didn’t look well, this version of Stephen. His face was leaner, the circles under his eyes purple and pronounced. Even his Cloak appeared almost feral. “A little on the nose for Samhain, isn’t it?”

Unashamed of his naked form, Stephen stood, conjuring his shields. “This isn’t your universe.”

“I have no universe,” Strange replied. His eyes raked over her nude body as it glistened in the candlelight. “I see you have one, though.”

He studied the runes intently, each flaring to greater life under his gaze, the glow red rather than orange. “What is it you’re hoping to bind?”

Shakily, she fingered the torq around her neck. “A new relic.”

“Allow me to assist you,” Strange said suggested. He caught her gaze and oh how she found herself wanting him! “Or I can simply absorb your magic for my own and continue on my miserable existence. It’s your choice,” he said to her. “But the loss of you would be a tragedy.”

Her? Her and not Stephen, the Sorcerer Supreme?

“You’ve already lost her, haven’t you?” Stephen asked, lowering his shields.

“Yes, and it led to losing everything,” Strange answered, never taking his eyes off of her. “Do not take her for granted, we - your reality - cannot withstand her loss.”

At her nod, Stephen parted the runes and Strange stepped into the circle, divesting himself of his robes as he did so. His Cloak went to join their Cloak off to the side.

Between the two of them, there wasn’t a coherent thought in her head until the ritual was complete. All she’d known was the feel of hands on her, two scarred and shaking and the others elegant and sure along with their cocks taking her, worshiping with her as they imbued magic and protection and strength into the torc and paid their homage to Rapitu. She was little more than a blissed-out, satiated mess, dripping of them both and the newly charmed relic buzzing and warm around her neck when all was said and done. Stephen and Strange surrounded her and took their time bringing her back to herself as she was washed and dried and protected. She woke between them and after kissing Stephen, turned to Strange.

“Stay.”

Months of bliss followed Strange’s arrival into her and Stephen’s world.

Strange touched her whenever the opportunity presented itself - a hand on her shoulder, the small of her back, no touch was ever too small. He kissed her as if doing so could wipe clean the fact that he’d destroyed. an. entire. universe. in the name of some version of her she’d never known.

Stephen, already the most jealous man she’d ever known, had assured her he wasn’t envious of Strange. “He’s me,” Stephen said, watching as Strange devoured her pussy like a man starved of water, drawing out quaking release after quaking release until she couldn’t lift her head in her exhaustion. “How could I possibly be jealous of myself?”

The two of them took turns whenever there was a threat to reality or a day that needed saving. They were skilled enough to hide the differences in front of the outside world… but not to her. She could always tell them apart.

The arrival of another variant, her Defender, came on a bright and sunny day. She was running from an alien invader on a rare trip out of the Sanctum when he appeared like a righteous angel, harnessing the brightness of the sun and saving her life. Who needed the sun when she had her very own Sol ready to slay any demons that might haunt her?

Strange and Stephen were unsure, but her Sol’s devotion to her could not be questioned.

“I was fighting a giant eyeball,” he told them over drinks. “I killed it but there was an interdimensional portal that sucked me through. I don’t know how to get back.” He looked at her, expression soft. “And I don’t know if I even want to.” He’d lost her too, she realized.

“You saved my life,” she said. “As far as I’m concerned, you can stay for as long as you want.”

He couldn’t swap places with the others out in the world since she put her foot down on his hair.

“You’ll break my heart if you cut it,” she pouted playfully. “I like to run my fingers through it.”

He smirked at Stephen and Strange. “I like when you pull it, too.”

He stayed inside the Sanctum with her, keeping her busy whenever Stephen or Strange was away protecting the reality. He was rigid and unyielding in many ways, absolute in his belief that it was his duty to keep her safe and cared for. If he told her to do something, he expected it to be done. And the thing was, his orders were never unreasonable, not really.

The first time he hauled her over his lap, vanished her shorts, and spanked her ass to a cherry red after she’d disobeyed him was… well, it was an experience. And then he’d comforted her, asked how he could help her do the right thing going forward. She hadn’t been angry with him, instead, she’d felt… cherished.

“I will always protect you,” he promised with a tender kiss to her lips that had her near tears all over again. “Even if it’s from yourself.” Then he made love to her, showed her just how good things could be if she stayed good for him, trusted him to take care of her.

At first, she ignored the cracks in the world that started appearing. If her lovers weren’t worried, why should she be?

They were actually more worried than they ever let her know.

Travelers started to appear, those who didn’t belong with voices insistent about the threat of annihilation, of how sacred timelines were diverging and converging. Her lovers were having visions of universes disintegrating into nothing but blackest chaos even as reality tried to re-forge itself again and again. She herself began to dream of losing everything until she was alone in nothingness, far away from her loves.

They were not meant to live in the same reality; she knew that to be true. But surely, they could stand against the inevitability of the multiverse ensuring its own survival at all costs?

Then parts of the population started to vanish, parts of people themselves started to glitch - there was no other word to describe the horror that was looking at someone only to see them turn slightly and be missing an eye or a mouth, replaced only by a void or whatever passed for normal in another reality.

The universe was about to end, and she knew it was because of her, because they’d never leave her.

She planned to run, to leave them because who was she against the fate of the multiverse?

She never got the chance to run. They’d planned, too.

“We’re so sorry, Cielo,” Defender whispered as he bound her in magic so Stephen and Strange could bind her further, sigils appearing on her skin and the world fading around her. “When you wake up, everything will be as it should be, always.”

“Sleep, my love,” Stephen implored. “Sleep and dream of us.”

“We’ll be here with you the whole time; we’ll never leave you.”

The universe she was born into was created over the course of billions, perhaps trillions of years.

It only took her lovers a little over three to create her new one.

She awoke to a world unlike any she’d ever seen or even imagined.

“It’s yours,” Stephen told her. “Everything here is for you.”

“We hope you like it.”

The voice was Stephen’s but new, the cadence unique.

“You’re another Stephen,” she whispered, stunned. He was so similar and so unique among them. She had never seen him clean-shaven, nor a blue Cloak. “How?”

“We’re all Stephen, my Dear,” yet another Stephen said. “That’s how the multiverse works.” His hair was wilder, his goatee grown into a pointed beard. He looked sinister, in a way, though he was undoubtedly, like he said, a Stephen.

“You found a way to stop the incursions?” She asked, looking to her first three. “How? I thought more than one variant couldn’t co-exist in a given reality. The universes have rules!”

Her selfishness had nearly broken her universe, after all.

“That is true,” Strange said. “So, we created a universe where we could make our own rules.”

Something sick settled in her belly. A new universe?

“What about ours?” she asked Stephen. “Are they… what have you done?”

“We’ve repaired the damage we were creating as best we could,” Clean-shaven said. “Some damage was too great in one or two realities, but they’ll have several billion years before they’ll even start to fade.”

“The others are safe now,” Sinister said. “As long as we remain here, they’ll remain safe.”

“And what is here, exactly?”

“A pocket universe,” Defender says. “We exist outside of the multiversal branches and therefore we cannot damage them.”

“And who exactly constitutes ‘we’?” she asked.

“You, and us,” Strange answered, motioning between the five of them. “Just the six of us, together forever.”

She turned and ran, ignoring their calls after her. She pushed open the doors and flung herself out into this new world they’d created, terrified because who did that?

They hadn’t even chased her down, simply let her exhaust herself in this new, remarkably stunning universe they’d created. She’d run through a forest of pure white trees with purple foliage and azure grass and then a field of orange clover that never seemed to end only to find herself at what looked like a safe little cottage. The inside, however, was right where she’d started.

“There’s no running,” the clean-shaven one said when Sinister blocked her exit and Defender embraced her from behind. “Every path will bring you back to us.”

“Don’t lead me to punish you, Cielo. This is our home and you’re safe here.”

“I want to go home,” she insisted. It was part-truth, mostly-lie because how could she ever leave them - even the newest two - but how could she let them abandon their roles?

“You are home,” Strange said. “Your home is here now, with us.”

“This is the only way,” Stephen told her, stepping close and caressing her cheek. “Dearest Love this is the only way.”

She nodded, cautiously.

She ran a few times after that.

It never mattered. They either caught her, or she ended up back where she started. Either way she found herself over Defender’s lap, sobbing as he punished her for running. Then she’d cry in other ways as they demonstrated just how she was theirs.

Supreme, as she thought of the clean-shaven one, was as controlling as her Sol is protective. If no one else was around, he would pick out her clothing, her food, anything. He had to be around her all the time, much like Strange but there was a desperation to it that Strange has never had.

“Isn’t this universe supposed to be about me?” She once asked after his suggestion they visit the beach rather than her offered trip into one of the many cities that existed just for her.

“Do you dislike what we do?” He asked her in response. “Have I displeased you?”

The thing was, he hadn’t. He never did. The clothes he chose for her were inevitably perfect, the food the best she’d ever tasted. Even the books he suggested for her were fantastic reads and as she lay with him massaging (unneeded) sunscreen into her back, she could admit that he was perfect for her.

She was always sure to tell him whenever they were in bed, where he again devoted himself to her pleasure, bringing tidal waves of bliss to crash over her again and again. “You’re so perfect for me.” His eyes would close then, peace stealing across his face at her words, as though they were a benediction.

If ever there was a lost soul in her universe it was her Sinister. The man had spent years searching for any kind of a happy ending, any scenario where he wasn’t miserable and alone and he looked at her as though she were his salvation. When he wasn’t overwhelming her, that was.

“I’ve searched for you,” he told her one afternoon when her other Stephens were away re-enforcing the protective barriers of their pocket universe. “It wasn’t just happiness I searched for, my Love. It was for happiness with you.”

“I suppose you’ve found me,” she said. He was broken and she didn’t know if she could ever fix him. He, like Supreme and Strange, had destroyed entire universes.

“I have,” he said, stepping closer, hands linked behind his back. It was his default position, she’d learned. “I have and I will never let anything take you away.”

“It’s not like I can ever escape.”

He barked out a harsh laugh but stilled her flinch with a blackened finger under her chin. “We’re your prisoners every bit as much as you’re ours.” He always told her the truth, in his own way.

He leaned in, claimed her lips with his, the scratch of his wild goatee rough against her skin.

He terrified her in a multitude of ways, but he kissed her in the very best of ways. Sex always left her bruised and marked and exhausted but she’d never deny she loved it. His touch was strong, this side of too hard, too much, too wild but every time she found herself pushing back in kind, even seeking out the abandon he offered.

Time was both too short and infinite for her and her beloveds. Her Stephen, her Strange. Her Sinister, her Supreme, and of course, her dearest Defender.

While it at first it weighed heavily on her, the knowledge that five of the most powerful beings in the multiverse were with her instead of protecting all of reality she couldn’t deny the thrill that also came with that. The universe truly revolved around her. Her loves revolved around her and everything she was, she had, she did was for them in return.

They created a universe, rewrote the very rules of all of existence, simply for her. All so they could be with her, forever.

Yes, there were more versions of them, and those sorry souls (to use the phrasing both Sinister and Strange use) were no doubt protecting their respective realities. Her own monitored the multiverse whenever the mood struck them. They watched from their pocket universe, unseen but one occasionally dipping out to offer the briefest yet most crucial of assists before returning and then seeking her out.

“You are our most important reality,” her Defender, her Sol told her.

“But at the cost of trillions?” She once asked helplessly.

Could she be so selfish?

“We can’t go back into our realities without risking even greater casualties,” Stephen said as he helped remove her tunic. “Here, in our home, we are safe.”

“And because we are, so are countless other realities,” Supreme added, kissing down her neck.

“By keeping us here with you,” Sinister whispered against her ear, hand gliding down her front to dip into the waistband of the flowy pants she wore. “You are ensuring the continued survival of the multiverse.”

It was hard to argue with that. And hard to think when Strange was kissing her, coaxing her lips open so he could lick inside. And fuck her Defender was kissing up her bare back.

“Is it so terrible?” Strange pulled back to ask. “A life with the men who worship you, knowing that this life is keeping trillions upon trillions of lives safe?”

Sinister’s fingers busied themselves stroking through her wet folds, dipping in, and teasing.

“Oh, I suppose it’s just my burden to bear.”

They’re five men with the power of gods and yet she is the one who is worshipped.

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ironstrange1991 · 1 year

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Four Stephens headcanon

How they are like? What are the similarities and differences?

A/N: This is just a short headcanon with the main differences from the four DS2 Stephens. I wrote this as a small celebration of the movie's 1 year anniversary. Anyway, I hope you like it and sorry for being so short.

Word count: 0,300k

Warnings: Mentions of sexual activities.

Original Stephen: Cocky. Egotistical. Gentle, affectionate. Will relinquish control on rare occasions. Best boyfriend you could ever have. Can make you laugh and make you horny at the same time. Scared to death of getting you pregnant, but would make a great dad. Loves cuddles, loves when you take care of his hands. Sex is always nice and hard, always open to trying new things. Will call you his whore. Daddy kink.

Defender Strange: Strict, but soft at the same time. Gentle. Very, very affectionate. Always in control of everything except in bed. Husband material. Amazing dad. Loves cuddles, loves when you caress his hair. Sex is always intense. Not very inventive. Loves when you ride him. Will let you call him your sweet boy sometimes. Will never call you his whore. You are his baby.

Supreme Strange: Narcissistic. Egotistical. Very, very jealous. Clingy. Always in control of everything. The definition of problematic boyfriend. Hates children. Loves cuddles, loves to sleep with his head on your chest or shoulder. Sex is always intense. Can be rough sometimes. Loves quickies. Will bend you over any possible furniture. Will call you his whore. Calls you stupid nicknames just to piss you off.

Sinister Strange: Scary. Possessive. Obsessed with you. Controls you all the time. Definition of abusive relationship. Has a strong breeding kink, but could never raise a child. Demands cuddles and sex all the time. Loves when you caress his goatee. Sex is always rough. Will constantly wake you up by fucking you. Will call you his sweet girl and fuck you like a whore. Strong daddy kink.

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getlostsquidward · 2 years

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messed up kind of love

pairing: sinister strange x reader; doctor strange x reader

summary: whenever stephen comes back from his dream walking with that faraway aggravated look in his eyes that indicates he had once again failed, your heart breaks a little each time.

warnings: 18+, smut, implied corrupted!reader, memory manipulation, hurt/comfort, light angst, p in v sex, breeding k!nk, creampie

Whenever Stephen comes back from his dream walking with that faraway aggravated look in his eyes that indicates he had once again failed, your heart breaks a little each time.

You’d offer to take him to another universe to search for Christine, but it only resulted in meeting more of him which infuriated him even more. He may not say it out loud but you know he hates you for opening that reality to him, the reality that maybe there was a variant of him that got what he wanted for himself–and so it resulted in him taking revenge in every single one.

Your heart breaks for him, partly for all the universes that had lost their Stephen—but mostly for you.

You may as well be living in one of them, seeing that he's almost always away. His body may be here, but his mind and his spirit were always chasing something that was already gone.

In a sense, you're no different from him. Chasing someone that's hellbent on chasing another. But you've had enough, and eventually, the tiny cracks form one huge rupture.

You weren't seen—you're quite literally the only and last person he has in this universe and yet...and yet he couldn't see you. He is still so absorbed in his conquest to get Christine back that he overlooks the person standing with him side-by-side all this time.

He couldn't see you, blinded by his love obsession, or he just…chooses not to see you. Either way, you're tired of wasting your breath for the man who wouldn't waste one look at you.

You love him, and you will always love Stephen, but you won't waste your time waiting for your universe to completely collapse unhappy. If he gets to wander around the multiverse to search for his happiness, then it's time for you to find yours, too.

He's gone off dream walking again – and you take this opportunity to do it as well. Before you cast the spell, you walked towards his levitating figure and carved his features into your memory one last time. You caressed his sharp cheekbones and pressed a kiss on the corner of his lips. “Goodbye, Stephen.”

Multiple red orbs float in the air, different universes right in your palm. It didn’t take you too long to choose what universe to march into. There was only one of you in the whole multiverse, so it would not be hard to present yourself as a person already existing in that universe.

It was a foolproof plan, and there’s nothing that can stop you.

Stephen goes back to his body, sighing as he fails once again, but at least there's one less of him in the multiverse.

As he was about to close the Darkhold, he felt something was off. He stayed still for a minute, trying to sense if there was an intruder, but he couldn't feel a presence.

Not even yours.

Bringing the book with him, he searched the Sanctum, even the deserted streets…but you were nowhere to be found.

If you're not here, then where have you possibly gone?

Frantically, Stephen used the Book of the Damned to search for you. It may have been days or weeks, even months, and he's growing worried every second that passes. He was not used to your absence, it makes him feel incomplete.

So when he finally found you, only to see you cozying up with another one of him, has him feeling betrayed.

But there was something different as he watched you. Different in him, and you. The look on your face is much brighter, the way you seem happier than you have been the entire time that you were with him.

It made Stephen think back to the way he's taken you for granted. He can't blame you for leaving—but he wants you back. He wants you to look at him the way you look at the Doctor, he wants you to want only him and nobody else.

So he pins the blame on his unsuspecting variant, possessing his body in return with hopes to coax you to come back home.

If worse comes to worst, then he will have to do what he does best to his variants—eliminate them.

Pretending to be curious about magic, then slowly making your way up to becoming a sorcerer, and ultimately, being one of the Masters of Mystic Arts was an easy feat considering that you were already one, aside from the fact that you were mentored by the former Sorcerer Supreme himself in your own universe.

The words about the new gifted sorceress have easily reached Doctor Strange's attention, so you were delighted when he accepted the proposition to be your mentor. The two of you quickly formed a bond beyond the mentor/mentee relationship. He had once remarked about how you had come to know him so well despite knowing each other for a short amount of time.

Hearing that made your heart skip a beat, memories with the darker Stephen flashing in your mind. You can't help but remember him with every little thing the Doctor does.

They're almost the same, after all.

The more you feel pleased with your plan going smoothly, the more it feels…wrong. Stephen's bright cerulean irises should be greyish and dull and dark. His neatly trimmed goatee should be grown, scruffy, and unkempt.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“You,” with a straight face, you responded. Stephen doesn't seem fazed by your answer as he stands beside you, overlooking the ever-busy streets of New York from the rooftop of the Sanctum, the bright lights of the moving cars and surrounding buildings illuminating the area.

“Don't tell me you've fallen in love with me, Y/N,” his sarcastic remark came along with a sly grin you hate and love at the same time.

“Silly. I've always been in love with you.”

His eyes averted yours, going back to people watching as he stayed silent. You did the same. “This universe is truly beautiful, isn't it? It was probably the same as ours, but I've forgotten how it used to look.” In your peripheral vision, you see Stephen turning to you, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“You don't have to pretend anymore. I know it's you, my Stephen. I know it was you all along.”

He didn't seem surprised, instead looking proudly at you. You're not sure if it was due to the night sky, but his eyes are much darker than you've ever seen them.

Now, this…this feels right.

“My darling, you know me so well…” he takes your hand in his, bringing them to his lips. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have treated you less than what you deserve. If you wish to stay here, I will gladly take over this body.”

“I would like to stay here very much,” you say truthfully. But you also know what would happen if he stayed dream walking for too long, and you don't want that. “But let this universe be, Stephen. I want to be with you in our universe, with only the two of us.”

He tilted your chin up, his thumb ghosting over your lower lip. Stephen swore to do anything you want, so as to make up for all the times he failed to look after you. He brought his lips to yours, little jealousy rearing its head as he realized that he might be the one kissing you, but it was not his body. He pulls away, smirking at the dazed look in your eyes, your parted and swollen lips tugging on a smile making him feel complete. You're his—your smile, your lips, and everything. It always has been, but he was too preoccupied to notice. Now, he's prepared to give you the whole multiverse.

A star-shaped portal opens, the familiar grey skies calling you from the other side. Standing on your tippy toes, you press a kiss on his head. He nodded, understanding that it was meant for this universe's Stephen. You might have spent a little time with him before Stephen took over, but it was enough to know that he's a good man. Your entire existence in this universe will cause a disorder, so before as soon as Stephen lets go of his body, you uttered a quick memory erasing incantation, hopeful that his life restarts to the day before he met you.

The cool breeze in the Sanctum made your skin crawl with excitement. You're back home.

You let your fingertips skim the piano keys, remembering how he played for you. Stephen wraps his arm around your waist, his face nuzzling your neck. You made room for his kisses as his hands undo your robes.

There's no such thing as too soon letting your carnal desires consume you. He wants you, and you want him. Now.

He peppers kisses across your shoulder, his large calloused hands wandering on your skin. Impatient as he is, he removed his robes with a flick of a finger, wanting to feel your skin against his.

You grind your ass against his hips, feeling his cock grow harder with every movement. Stephen bends you over the piano, settling himself between your legs. He teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, letting your slick coat him.

Groans of pleasure echoed in the room as your hips met. Stephen began a slow pace of thrusting into you, your head throwing back with how good you feel with him filling your cunt up.

“Gonna fill you up, darling. Gonna put a baby in you.” His thrusts went faster as he got closer to release. Stephen pulled you impossibly closer to him, his hands pressing on your bulge forming on your belly. “Do you feel that, princess?”

Strings of moans escape your lips as you feel your walls tightening around him, your pent-up desire finally spilling over the edge. Stephen follows soon after, not able to last much longer with how your pussy milks his cock.

He pulls back a bit, eyes drawn to the way his cum drips down your inner thigh. He uses his cock to scoop them, slamming his length back to your aching cunt.

All you can do is whimper as he makes you his over and over again, pumping you full of his cum. “You're mine, darling. No other version of me can fuck you like I do. Remember that.”

You couldn't care less about the way he got rougher while reminding you who you belong to. You couldn't care less about his possessiveness and his stark difference from the other Stephen you met—you prefer your man sinister anyway.

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tags: @mirikusashes @evelyn-kingsley

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wint3r-h3art · 2 years

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Secret We Share | Defender!Strange

Synopsis: Loving him was unattainable, or so you thought.

Word count: 2.4K

Warning: angst & smut ahead. Mutual pinning, unrequited love, overprotective Strange 😩 master & former apprentice relationship turns romantic (both parties are adult) ??? If you squint hard enough, there’s some plot in there.

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI !!

A/N: this is a request from the lovely @ironstrange1991 💛 I hope this is what you have in mind because if not, Please boink me in the head 🌝 no beta, but if I missed anything, so forgive me. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated and encouraged. You know how much I love talking to ya 💛

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He knew something was wrong the moment he felt the protection spell was wavering.

Trying to seal the interdimensional demon away was no small task, but it was not enough to call in a whole cohort of sorcerers. Being his former apprentice, Strange tasked you with conjuring up the protection spell while he was taking care of slaying the demon.

His miscalculation though was what led to this moment where the demon deflected his attack and sent the magic right to you, knocking you back a couple of feet. Your body went limp as you threw across the ground and in turn, knocked yourself unconscious.

You didn’t even know you were out for three days until you woke up in your bed, and found Stephen sitting there, looking quite somber.

Your frown at first, clearly confused at first. You didn’t understand why he was there in the first place, but then you noticed the distinct dark circle under his eyes and the distinct melancholy air around him.

“Stephen…What happened?” you asked as you struggled to sit up.

“A spell went wrong,” he said softly, his head in his hand with an expression of a dying man. He couldn't help blaming himself for it.

“Stephen…”

“I failed to protect you,” he said again, hands clasping together. “My carelessness caused all of this.”

“Stephen, I’m fine,” you reassure him, but Stephen seemed to not hear you.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,”

He didn’t realize until now that the thought of losing you would be possible. He always trusted your skill and your power, but he couldn’t risk it anymore after today. Especially when there was something he had to tell you.

For once in his life, he was unsure of how to approach the subject. A confession like this felt foreign to him that it almost felt awkward to even just approach it.

His hair spilled over his shoulder like glistening silk as he leaned in. His silvery streaks shone dimly underneath the light in contrast to the inky mane. You couldn’t help but feel the urge to run your hand through them, wanting to feel the way those soft tresses through your fingertips, and perhaps bury your face in it as well.

For once, Strange didn’t have the answer to the question that had been weighing on his heart. He knew the moment these words left his mouth, there was no turning back on it. Even now, sitting so close to you, all he wanted to do was reach out and hold you–to make sure that you wouldn’t break right before his eyes, but knowing the way the universe worked, nothing was ever easy for him.

“Every time I see you hurt, I blame myself for not doing enough to protect you. And every time I feel like I was doing enough, I feel like I'm smothering you. Tell me again if whatever I’m feeling right now is right because I sure as hell don’t think so.”

He exhaled for the very first time through his nostrils. His back straightened a bit as if he had gathered all the courage to say what needed to be said to you.

“I shouldn’t feel like I am right now, but every time you look at me like you are now, all my will crumbles like it’s nothing. That’s the sort of power you have over me, Y/N. And I don’t know what I can do anymore….”

His gaze drifted to yours now. Cool, glacial blue softened and melted into a bottomless ocean. Resignation bled into his features. He couldn’t lie to himself anymore.

“Then stop fighting it,” you finally said. Your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest as those words left your lips. You could feel your body shuddering under the weight of anxiety. You didn’t know where he was going with it–hell, you didn’t dare to hope it either.

His head snapped up. His eyes searched yours for a brief moment before he muttered something under his breath, forfeiting his reservation altogether.

His hand reached out to touch your face for the very first time though, you could feel your heart skip a beat. His touch was warm and timid as if he was testing to see your reaction. He looked at you with uncertainty in his eyes, yet his heart was hopeful–so hopeful that it ached terribly in his chest.

“Push me away,” he said softly as he leaned in. The smell of sweet mint lingered on his breath, lulling you into a trance. The rough pad of his thumb brushed against the delicate skin of your lips, sending your nerves into a frenzy. He was close–oh so close that you can almost taste the sweetness on his breath.

You inhale sharply, taking in a breath of his scent with you, drowning your own needs with nothing but him.

Your hand was instinctively holding onto his bicep. You could feel the way the muscles of his arm were straining as if he was trying so hard to control himself. A strong part of you didn’t want to believe that. Strange has always been so cool and composed. There was no way he was struggling against himself.

“Say that you don’t want me,” he said again till his lips were now almost brushing against yours. Your heartbeat was deafening. Heat practically consumed your body as your fingers dug into the thick sleeves of his robe.

“I want you.” It came out no more than a breathless whisper. You could feel his body tensed up as he sat there so close to you, yet so far. Your heart yearned for the kiss, yet he made no move.

“I want you so damn much that everything hurts,” you said again as your hand drifted to cradle his cheek in your palm. You could see the way the flickering of the orange light danced in the pool of those cerulean eyes. “Don’t deny me anymore, Stephen.”

It was the first time you called him by his name, and all of his rationality seemed to melt away in no more than an afterthought. His lips found yours not a second later in a slow tantalizing kiss. It was soft and delicate, almost to the point of being careful. The intimacy of the act alone was more than you’ve ever dreamt of.

Your eyes fluttered shut as a single drop of tear rolled down your cheek. His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you till you were straddling his waist. Your body molded into his like it was meant to be. Heat radiated off of his body like a furnace during a long winter night. Rough fingertips grazed down your neck, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake.

You gasped at that, and Stephen slipped his tongue right into your mouth. The soft and slow dance of your lips melted into a carnal hunger as his tongue glided, twisting and rolling with yours. It was desperate and hungry, and it made you moan shamelessly as he explored you eagerly.

He slowly and gently laid you down onto the soft mattress all the while that his mouth was on yours. Your fingers instinctively raked through his hair as he continued to kiss you eagerly. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he slowly ground his hips into yours.

Another muffled moan rumbled in his chest as you felt the growing bulge pressed against your aching center.

“Tell me to stop,” he panted as his lips trailed down to the column of your neck. He was sucking at the tender skin there until you whined out loud before he licked the spot to soothe you.

Every part of you buzzed with awareness, and every inch of you craved to be touched by him.

“Don’t stop,” you murmured as you wrapped both your arms around his neck as his lips now found your chest.

You heard almost like a low grunting sound when his mouth covered your clothed mound before he lifted your shirt up and revealed your supple skin. You gasped at the way his warm mouth suddenly took in your soft flesh, his tongue glided over the stiff peak, licking and sucking at your nipple while his calloused hand squeezed at your soft breast.

“Stephen,” you murmured softly. He looked up at you under his lashes, while his tongue was still running over your bud. The sight made you bite your lips as he continued to watch you watching him. You were so used to him being so prim and proper that you would never have thought he was capable of such an act.

After he was done with it, he gave the same attention to your other breast, leaving you moaning and writhing underneath him.

“Stephen,” you moaned his name again, this time you gave his hair a slight tug. The low growling sound that emitted from deep within his chest, almost made you come then and there.

He pulled away from you and sat back, observing and watching the state he has put you in.

“You’re driving me crazy, Y/N,” he grunted, long fingers running through the dark trees. He looked so messy and desperate and wild.

“Why?” you asked.

“Because I want you when I know I shouldn’t,” he grunted as he hastily undo his jacket.

“And why is that?” you asked again as you watched his body slowly unravel before you. Your eyes scanned across his skin. You could pick some scars and marks left over from his previous battles. Just like him, everything on the surface was perfect and poise, while underneath it all, there was so much more.

“I was your master,” he gritted his teeth as he suddenly leaned in again. This time, his scent was much stronger, and his body heat hit you harder than before. It almost made you melt into the mattress and surrender everything to him.

“I was already a woman before I met you, why should it matter?” you countered, your palm laid flat on his chest. “I saw the way you were watching me, but I didn’t dare to dream…You always feel so unattainable to me–You were always so hard on me, that I was scared you hated me.”

Your words hit him harder than a sledgehammer. All the time that he was being harder on you was simply because he cared too much for you. Knowing how capable you are in the mystic art, he thrived to push you for the better.

“I don’t hate you, Y/N. Far from it,” he said as he kissed the corner of your mouth. “As a matter of fact, I want to show you.”

His lips were on yours quicker than you can count to three, kissing you with newfound urgency. His fingers reached down to probe at your slit, coating his fingers with your juices. Another low growl emitted from his chest. You could hear him cursing under his breath.

Stroking himself a couple of times, Stephen settled between your thighs. You sucked in your breath in anticipation when you felt the head of his cock rubbed suggestively against your glistening folds.

“So wet and so eager for me,” he murmured as his eyes flickered to meet yours. Strange licked his lower lips before he slowly sank himself into your warm, velvety heat. A chorus of moans filled the room.

He stretched you out so deliciously–crossfading between pain and pleasure as the fire licked your very soul. He started to move slowly, pulling himself out before pushing himself back into your desirous heat. Every inch of you felt like it was set ablaze as sparks of pleasure began to course through you.

His movement began to quicken as he found his rhythmic pace, thrusting in and out of you with intent. Every now and then, he would slam into you a bit too hard that you couldn’t help but let out a lewd throaty moan.

Your arms–though felt like jelly, managed to wound around his neck, pulling him closer till your lips found his shoulder again. He was so close to you now, that every time he moved, you could feel the muscles of his back strained and cornered from the effort.

You held on to him as he continued to rock into you with vigor and determination, and before you knew it, you came all the while that he was still inside you.

Stephen continued to pound into you a couple more times while you lay there still bathing in the afterglow of your orgasms. He was getting impatient and his movement became sloppy.

His body suddenly strained as he quickly pulled himself out and came all over your stomach. His mouth hung agape as he pumped his shaft till the last drop of the sticky white fluid squirted right out of it.

Then the room filled with silence once more as he laid beside you, staring up at the dark ceiling.

Words seemed to dry up in your throat because you didn’t know what else to say. But then again, what was there to say when only the two of you need to know the truth of what you really feel toward one another. No one needs to understand it.

Strange turned and looked at you for the first time. His expression was unreadable. You didn’t know if you were able to compose any sentence to say to him when your heart was wavering between wanting him and being wanted by him. Insecurity began to eat away at your short-lived confidence.

“Will you look at me differently?” you finally asked. The sound of your own heartbeat was practically pounding in your ears as a rush of adrenaline ran through you.

Stephen could hear the tremor in your voice and he knew. He reached out and cupped your face. “I always look at you as a woman first before looking at you as my apprentice, so no. To me, you will always be someone that I somehow failed to charm my way through your heart.”

Strange chuckled dryly, but he didn’t fail. You knew, and he knew it too

In this very moment–under the same sky, your worlds were drawn to each other with this secret you shared.

A/N: We all want to pull his hair, just say it 😫 also, i know this is tame compare to my other smut, but i think soft action with Defender Strange just fits better...Also this man screams aftercare!! Like imagine him bathing you after he finished spilling his cum all over you??? I’ll take 10, thanks! Any way, I’ll stop rambling! I hope you enjoyed this!! 💛

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Hello! :) Would you mind ever writing one shot with Doctor Strange or Defender Strange (you choose) taking his girlfriend virginity? She confess she had a boyfriend before but he never wanted to do it with her and in general was pretty cold and distant in relationship and often made her ashamed of her body. Strange is doing everything in his power to show how much he loves reader and how beautiful she is. Thank you! I'm sorry if this is too specific 😢.

Worth The Wait

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Defender Stephen Strange x Reader

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - vaginal sex, unprotected sex, pet names, language, creampie, fluffy sweet sex, talk of past toxic relationship & emotional/mental abuse.

It's been a long time since I lost my virginity so hopefully this is decent, but having been in an emotional abusive relationship it was nice to get some if that off my chest. If you are there, it gets better & you deserve better. Don't ever doubt that.

Stephen was different from any other man you had ever met. He was calm and reserved. Intelligent. As a Defender he was brave and commanding. As the Sorcerer Supreme he was wise and patient. Then there was the Stephen that only revealed itself when you were alone. Your Stephen.

Your Stephen was sweet, funny, a complete smartass really, but he also doted on you in ways no one ever had. He listened when you spoke. He wanted to have conversations with you. You weren't just there to stroke and inflate his own ego. It wasn't one sided like your last relationship. You cared about him, and he cared about you.

Your last boyfriend made you feel insignificant. He constantly made you feel like you should be groveling at his feet that he even bothered giving you any of his time. Not that he even gave you that much of it to begin with. What time he did give you was spent mostly cutting you down. Commenting on your weight, your hair, your skin, your clothes. Anything he could use to make you feel less than.

He hadn't been like that in the beginning, but then again they never are. It never starts off with mean comments or slights. First they have to lull you into a sense of security, make you feel wanted. That's why the fall is so hard when they pull the rug out from beneath you. They build you up just so they can tear you back down even lower than where you started.

That was why you were still a virgin. You had tried countless times to give your virginity to your ex. Even though yeah the idea of virginity as a whole is steeped in patriarchy meant to place women into the category of worthy or unworthy, it was still special to you. It meant entrusting your body to someone. Giving an extra little piece of yourself for the first time. Not only had he turned you down, repeatedly, he did it in the cruelest of ways.

He made it your fault. It wasn't that he didn't want sex. He just didn't want it with you. Honestly you knew he had to be cheating pretty much the entire relationship, but in your mind by that point any scrap of love was better than nothing at all. He made you believe that if it weren't for him you would surely be alone. So when he finally tired of playing with your emotions and smashed your heart to pieces you had begged him to stay. Sure that you would die alone and unloved without him.

So when you met Stephen the very idea that he could possibly want to be with you seemed absurd. You were sure he was just flirting with you to be nice, or worse you expected it to be some cruel joke. You imagined that if you agreed to go out with him the night would surely end with you humiliated. Covered in pig's blood like Carrie, but without the revenge ending. Plus how could you possibly explain to him that you were still a virgin? If he hadn't already run away screaming you thought that would do it for sure.

When he didn't give up you realized that maybe he was different. He left you little notes and single roses. Little gestures of holding doors or going out of his way just to say good morning. He wasn't overly aggressive, but he made it clear his interest was genuine. He saw you not as something to occupy his time until someone truly worthwhile came along. He saw you as a person worth knowing.

Eventually you said yes. It scared the shit out of you, but you did it. After that you both fell hard and fast. You had both spent so much time building walls around your hearts only to knock them down together. After several dates you knew you had to come clean about your lack of experience sexually and hope that he would understand. You had to slam the breaks on a couple hot and heavy make out sessions to gather the nerve to actually get it out.

He knew you were hiding something and he knew that you must have been treated badly in the past. That much he had been able to pick up from your body language. The way you would shrink into corners. The way you would look utterly shocked when he complimented you. The way you put yourself down. Saying you weren't pretty when he told you that you looked beautiful or saying you weren't worth his time or affections. That he didn't need to lie about how special you were. Saying things that were so far from the truth as if they were plain and simple facts.

His blood practically boiled when you finally told him everything. If he hadn't sworn to do good he would have hunted your ex down himself. He did entertain the idea of casting a spell that would have made him snort and squeal like a pig for several weeks. He couldn't understand how someone could treat you that way. You were smart and funny and, despite what you had been led to believe, you were beautiful. When you smiled, genuinely smiled, you took his breath away.

He had a hard time keeping his hands off of you when you would snuggle into his arms. How any man could not want you, let alone be so horrible as to tell you that he didn't want you because there was something wrong with you, was beyond his comprehension. There was not a damn thing wrong with a single hair on your head. It was your ex there was something wrong with, and he was determined to prove that to you in any way he could.

The fact that you were a virgin didn't particularly bother him. Especially after hearing how your ex treated you he was glad he could have the chance to be your first. To pleasure you properly. To worship you like you deserved. He would cherish that gift if you choose to give it to him. He was happy to wait until you were ready. He wouldn't push you or try to goad you into it. It was up to you to decide how far you went with him and how fast the two of you moved.

So when you told him you wanted him, that you were ready to give yourself to him, he was beyond happy. He wanted to make everything perfect. He wanted you to know how much he cared about you. How precious you were. He planned the whole evening. Just the two of you in the Sanctum. No interruptions, no reservations to worry about. Just you and him. No pressure.

He laid in bed holding you. Both watching something but you had long lost interest, but you were starting to get restless. Why wasn't he jumping on you? Why hadn't he gotten you naked yet? Your mind started to panic. You were convinced he must not want your body either. He was just nicer about it. You felt yourself go rigid in his arms. Fighting not to break down.

He immediately noticed the change in your body language and moved to look at your face.

"Hey, what's wrong sweetheart? Did I do something wrong?"

To hide the tears that were starting to prick at the corners of your eyes you rolled over turning your back to him and laid down. Answering once you had settled.

"Nothing. I just, I got tired all of sudden."

He started rubbing his hand up and down your hip. Turning so he was holding you. Pressing kisses to the back of your shoulder. He knew you were lying. He knew something was wrong.

"Darling. If you changed your mind or are having second thoughts about us making love you can tell me. We don't have to do anything you aren't ready for. I will wait as long as you need. In the meantime I'm content to just hold you and kiss you."

Your eyes popped open at his statement. Suddenly confused.

"I thought maybe you had changed your mind Stephen. That you decided you didn't want me."

He turned you on to your back and looked at you like you had just slapped him. He took your face in the palm of his hand. Letting his fingers dance over your cheek. His ponytail falling over his shoulder and you brought your fingers to mindlessly toy with the ends of his hair.

"Why would you ever think I didn't want you? You are practically all I ever think about. You are the most precious thing in my life. I… I love you darling."

Your mouth fell open dumbfounded at his confession. That was the first time he told you he loved you.

"I love you too Stephen. I just thought… I thought since you weren't trying anything that maybe you didn't want me that way after all. I know I'm not sexy…"

He cut you off before you could finish the sentence. He hated hearing you say negative things about yourself. He wasn't about to let that comment slide by without correcting the record.

"You are incredibly sexy sweetheart. Do you know how hard I have to try to keep my hands off of you? How many times I have felt like I was gonna pass out after one of our make out sessions because there was no more blood left in my brain? How I can't watch you eat an ice cream cone without needing a cold shower? There is one very specific reason for that, because I want you so bad. I was trying to ease into this evening. It's your first time, I wanted to be a gentleman. I didn't want you to think less of me if I had just jumped on you and ripped your clothes off. I will gladly do that though. Come on, let's get your pants off!"

A cheeky glint flashed in his eyes and he waited for you to smile back at him before grabbing the waistband of your pajama shorts and underwear. Pulling them both off in one quick move and tossing them off to the side. He was quick to follow with his t-shirt before pouncing back on top of you and peppering your face with kisses. You dissolved into laughter at his sudden actions.

Once the two of you stopped laughing in between kisses, the kisses grew more passionate. Nuzzling his nose against yours and pressing a loving kiss on your lips. Pulling back to say one more time, just to make sure you heard him the first time, "You are so beautiful and I love you so much."

"Just shut up and make love to me Stephen."

His lips descended on yours hungrily. Your hands moved to thread into his hair and one of your legs wrapped up around his hip. You felt him groan against your lips when he felt your nails scrape against his scalp. You had discovered that he seemed to like having his hair pulled a little. Suddenly feeling a bit braver you bit his bottom lip between your teeth. Pleased with yourself when it pulled another groan from him.

He moved to start kissing and nipping at your neck. Sucking and licking at a spot that made you arch your back beneath him. He took one of your hands in his and placed it against his chest. Leaning up to whisper in your ear.

"Do you want to know what you do to me sweetheart? Feel."

He trailed your hand down his abdomen and let it come to rest on the bulge in his sweatpants. His hips ground forward into your palm. Making sure you felt exactly how aroused he was. You let your fingers curl around his cock and start to stroke him.

"You feel how hard you get me? That's all because of you. You and this incredibly sexy, delicious little body of yours."

You moved your other hand to his waistband and started pushing his pants down. Whining when you couldn't get them down as fast as you wanted. He chuckled at you and moved your hands away to pull them off himself. You took the opportunity to pull your shirt off. Leaving you bare before each other.

Your eyes roved each other's bodies and took in every ounce of skin the other offered. You ran your hands up his muscular chest and he let his fall to your hips. Letting them skim over your breasts and ghost over your nipples before they settled. He lowered you down to your back and settled his weight between your thighs. He kissed you deeply as he felt you relax underneath him. The warmth of his body radiating down and easing away any tension you had left.

You felt his cock resting between your legs. Hot, heavy, and thick. A little whine coming from your lips as you started to involuntarily rock your hips against him. You were craving finally feeling him inside you. You weren't sure you had ever wanted anything more in your life. You wrapped both your legs around him and pushed your heels into his thighs to make him grind against you.

"Stephen please. I want you so much."

He couldn't help but grin down at you. He could feel how turned on you were and it made him even hotter. He was proud that he could get you so riled up, but he still wanted to make sure he eased you into this. He wasn't the smallest of men and he didn't want to hurt you. From previous discussions he knew you had touched yourself, and used your own fingers, but still.

"Hang on sweetheart, I want you too but let me just stretch you out a little first. I don't wanna hurt you, and your fingers are much smaller than me. We have plenty of time."

You somewhat grudgingly let him shift his weight off to the side and let his fingers start to tease the crease of your hip. When his rough fingertips grazed your sex for the first time you instinctively spread your legs even more for him. You responded so readily to his every touch. Every drag of his fingers against your skin was calculated. He let his middle finger start to stroke up and down your slit. Letting your arousal spread. Settling his fingertip over your clit and starting to draw small circles over it.

"So wet. I knew you would be. All this really just for me, sweetheart?"

His eyebrows quirked up and down as you pulled him down to your lips again. Moaning against his mouth as you let yourself surrender to his touch. You had never had anyone put your pleasure first like this.

"Just for you Stephen. All for you. You are so good to me, Defender Strange. I don't know how I ever got so lucky to find you."

He let the tip of his middle finger dip to start probing at your entrance. His pace was slow and steady. Listening to and studying every hitch in your breath as he buried his finger slowly deeper until it was nestled all the way inside you. Then he started gently thrusting it in and out. After a moment he started adding a second one. This one caused a bit of a stretch for you. Stephen's fingers being much bigger than your own.

He held completely still when you winced slightly. Waiting for you to tell him whether to keep going or not. You nodded to him to keep going as soon as you noticed he had stalled. You wanted this. You wanted him. Before long he had both fingers buried to his base knuckle. He started stroking his thumb over your clit. Leaving his fingers in place. You started letting your hips move doing the work for him instead.

He may have all the patience in the world, thanks to meditation and training, but you were on your last thread. You just wanted his cock already. You didn't care if he was big. You just needed him to make love to you.

You pulled his lips to yours and raked your fingernails down his back trying to get him to shift his weight back on top of you. When he didn't budge you licked the fingers of one hand and reached between you to grab his cock. Gripping his shaft tight and stroking him up and down. After a few strokes you let your hand run over his leaking tip. You moaned at feeling his warm pre-cum let your hand slide effortlessly over him again. You pulled out a trick you hoped might tip him over the edge of his restraint.

You let your fingers collect more of his pre-cum. Then trying to look as sultry as possible you pulled your fingers up to your lips. Looking straight into his clear blue eyes you licked his essence from your fingers. Sighing wantonly at his taste on your tongue. Once you had licked them clean you brought your lips to his and begged him for what you wanted.

"Please fuck me Stephen. I need your cock. Please."

He slowly pulled his fingers from you and brought them to his mouth. Taking his time licking each one. He was loving how needy you were for him. He intended to spend every moment he could pleasing you and he loved that you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you. Once he had sufficiently tortured you, he moved himself on top of you. Pulling your legs to rest on both sides of his hips. Moving to place the head of his cock right against your hole.

"Okay love, I will wait to get a really good taste of you. I want you to tell me if you need me to stop."

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, brushing his long hair back and over to one side so you could see his face. He was so beautiful. Sculpted cheekbones, blue eyes, perfectly trimmed facial hair, and long soft dark brown hair streaked with gray. He was a god, and he had chosen you. A warm loving and reassuring smile on his face.

He leaned down to kiss you as he started to press inside you. His cock slowly stretching you beyond what you thought possible. A sharp pain hitting you and making him halt in his tracks when you flinched. He pulled his face back to study your expression. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath in and out before opening them again. Giving his shoulder a little squeeze to signal him to move.

He didn't have much farther to go before he had filled you to the hilt. His thrusts started slow and shallow. His gentle manner let any discomfort you felt soon fall away. He felt so deep inside you. Your body was already starting to clench around him. You couldn't help but start mewling at each thrust.

"You feel so good Stephen. I feel so full."

"You feel even better. So tight. I'm amazed I can even move, you're squeezing me so tight."

He braced himself on one elbow and moved one hand to thumb at your clit. Wanting to make sure he made you cum. He knew by the way you were squeezing him he already had you a good way there. He let his finger dance lightly over the bundle of nerves gazing down at you as your eyes fell closed and your mouth fell open.

"That's it sweetheart. Just let go. Want you to feel good. Want you to cum. Cum for me."

He sped up his thrusts as he heard you start to groan and whimper. Adding any stimulus he could to tip you over the edge. To keep pushing you towards your climax so he could follow.

His pace was fast enough to set your nerve endings a light but steady enough it felt like a tide crashing in and receding out. You were flying high and you hadn't even hit your peak yet. Stephen's loving praise easing you towards it. You felt safe. You felt loved. A pit forming in your low belly started to heat up and before you realized what was happening an electric shock was sent zapping through your limbs. Your muscles contracting and pulsing as you feel to pieces under your lover.

You stretched yourself against the mattress, spreading yourself out under Stephen as much as you could as you rode out your high. Your back arching and your neck craning. Whispers, gasps, and groans falling endlessly from your lips.

Once you floated back down to your body, you opened your eyes to see a proud satisfied smile on Stephen's face. Elated at seeing you fall apart because of him. His pleasure had been dependent on yours. Now that he had helped you over the finish line, it was your turn to help him. You latched your hands around his neck and pulled his hair back to grip it in a makeshift ponytail. Pulling him down to kiss you passionately as his thrusts started to speed up again.

His own grunts and groans starting to fall. He wasn't far behind you. After another minute his rhythm started to falter and it only took a few more thrusts to feel him start to fill you with his cum. It was a truly intimate moment and in that moment you couldn't be happier that Stephen was your first. It felt kismet that everything had fallen into place as it had. That the universe decided to bless you with Defender Stephen Strange.

You still didn't quite understand how this incredible man seemed so enamored with you, but you were so thankful he did. For the first time in a long time you felt truly loved, and you felt beautiful. Perhaps, hopefully, in time you would see yourself the same way he did. You had no doubt that he would keep trying to show you how special you were. You didn't want to let him up when he moved to your side on the bed. He assured you he would be right back and placed a soft kiss on your lips and then on your forehead.

He was about to get up to get a warm wet cloth to clean you both up. Looking forward to having you in his arms the rest of the night. Hopefully to repeat the events of the evening with another romp in the morning. Assuming you weren't too sore from that evening. Suddenly he stopped and thought about something you had said earlier. Something he had forgotten to respond to until now.

"By the way, I'm the lucky one sweetheart. I'm the lucky one because I get to love you."

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Give Me The Reason - Defender!Strange x Reader

Paring: Defender!Strange x Sorcerer F!Reader

Word Count: 4,221

Description: After a year of Stephen constantly prioritizing his work, Y/N finally hits a breaking point in their relationship.

Request: Defender or Main Stephen based on “Give Me The Reason,” by James Bay.

Requested by: @frostandflamesfanfic 💙

Other Things: Same couple as Affections and Wardrobe Mixup, early in their relationship/pre-marriage. Can be read separate to both of those. Angst to fluff.

Warnings: Some swearing. Angsty, but with a happy ending. Breakup/get back together. Alluding to depression. Mildly suggestive at the end.

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“I know the universe full of people is important Stephen,” Y/N seethes, angry tears running down her cheeks. “But I thought I at least ranked somewhere in the top fucking five most important things to you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, of course you matter to me,” he snaps back.

“Then why am I always last? Not every problem in the entire universe is your duty to fix,” her fists clench and unclench. “Duties to Kamar-Taj, the Sanctum, and the Defenders I understand, but everything broken in the universe is not your problem.”

“We all have to make sacrifices in the grand scheme of protecting our universe and the multiverse Y/N. I’m putting my life on the line every day, and you just have to deal with me not being around as often. It’s hardly that big an issue compared to an entire planet being wiped out or multiverse beasts pouring into our universe.”

“So my feelings aren’t valid to you?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Yes you fucking did. My feelings and issues aren’t as important as the big important missions you have. All I have to deal with is you not being around as much as I would like huh? Try spending weeks on end constantly checking your phone just hoping to see a text. Just one little sign that the person you love is even alive. But every time there’s nothing there. Night after night alone, clutching a t-shirt to your chest and crying into your pillow because you’re certain this time was the time. The time they won’t come back. Hitting call again and again and getting voicemail. Then finally you come back, toss some things on the dresser, give me a kiss, then race off to Kamar-Taj for days where you still barely say a word to me.

“And you just seem to conveniently forget I’m the one picking up all the classes you have to miss teaching last minute in addition to my own. I’m the one everyone is coming to with issues because you’re off wherever the fuck you are. Defenders calling me up asking for you and when you’ll be back, and if I can be the one to drop by the help them with something. Other Masters coming to me to ask for permissions or questions on things because some how I fucking became your second and secretary.”

“No one asked you to do any of those things, I certainly didn’t,” he snaps out, turning his back to her with his arms crossed. “You can’t blame me for you choosing to take on extra duties and worrying about me.”

“Choosing to worry about you Stephen? Are you serious right now?” She grabs his shoulder to turn him back toward her but he fights against it. “I worry about you and take all all these extra duties to hold things together because I love you, and I know you’re out there risking your life. But if you really don’t give a fuck why am I even bothering then?”

“I was asking that question myself.”

Going silent, she wipes roughly at the tears running down her cheeks and presses her lips into a tight line, “Fine. I won’t any longer. Goodbye Stephen.”

Staring at the fireplace in front of him as he hears her footsteps fade away, flinching at the amount of force behind the slamming front door.

Rubbing his temples, he drops himself into a chair and sighs heavily when he hears the sound of new footsteps approaching.

“That was incredibly stupid Strange,” Wong says and sets a cup of tea next to the sorcerer. “Her tone sounded rather final.”

“I don’t have time for relationships anyways,” he mumbles and unwraps his armguards. “It was foolish to get involved with her at all. I don’t have time for that nonsense.”

“‘That nonsense’ is a woman that loves you. Despite the fact you’re constantly gone, that you don’t realize half the things she does for you, and speak to her like that,” he states matter-of-factly. “Being Sorcerer Supreme doesn’t mean you can’t devote any of your time to people you care about. You’re still a human being separate to the title.”

“I don’t have time outside of the title.”

“Because you always insist that it’s you going out to solve every problem that could easily be handled by a Master, or that isn’t even our problem in the first place. You always have to be the one handling it.”

The familiar phrase causes a frown to spread across Stephen’s face, “Maybe it’s just who I am Wong.”

“I think you could learn to work on that, but you do what you see fit,” Wong says before heading toward the hall he came from.

“I’ll speak with her tomorrow at Kamar-Taj,” he groans at his friend.

Three months.

Three long months since Stephen let Y/N walk out the front door of the sanctum after their argument. And three months since any of them had seen or heard from her.

He’d assumed even though she was cross with him, that she would still go to Kamar-Taj for her own duties. And other than the Sanctum, it was the only place he could think she would be staying. But according to every person there he asked, she hadn’t been back since she left with him that day.

He decided to give her one week to calm down. After a week she had to come back. She had classes to teach. She was a sorcerer, she loved what she did. She simply needed a break.

After a week of hearing nothing, he’d tried to call and found he went to voicemail after one ring. Attempting it with Wong’s phone, he got the same result. Time and time again with each phone he asked to borrow, just one single ring then voicemail.

So he texted her. Near the beginning just asking where she was, why she wasn’t reporting for her duties. And as weeks passed and the panic raised in his chest, the more frantic his messages got. Begging her to let him know she’s safe. To just acknowledge his message. But nothing.

After one month of nothing, he started calling all the contacts he could think of that might know where she went, that might have heard something. Not a single one had heard anything.

As he continued his search for her, how much she really had done for him also became blatantly obvious. The mission reports piled on his desk. Classes taught by himself and her had to be covered. His office seemed to be a revolving door parade of questions. His phone also seemed to be constantly pinging or ringing with something.

Between trying to complete missions, run Kamar-Taj, run the Defenders, teach, handle paperwork, answer questions, and continue his search for her; he rarely found time to sleep. Or eat. Or anything else.

By the time the third month rolled around, the man staring back at him in the mirror looked hollow. His eyes looked sunken in, the bags under them a permanent fixture on his face. The skin there now more taunt than before, his facial hair grown out in a thoughtless mess, and his hair dull and barely managed. The typical shiny hair sleeked back into a neat ponytail rarely saw a brush at that point. He ran his fingers through the mess each morning and shoved it into a messy ponytail or bun before tugging on his boots and trudging off to his office at Kamar-Taj.

While medically he knew his heart still beat the same; it felt like it beat sluggishly in his chest. Slower and slower each passing day since she walked out of his life.

He had his duties, the masters. his students, the Defenders. Yet he felt empty. Like he had nothing left.

Taking a seat at his desk, he pulls out his phone to once again send her his daily text.

“I’m sorry. I love you… please come home. Even if you don’t want me. Just come back to Kamar-Taj. I just need to know you’re safe. I just need to see you.”

Tapping to send the message, he switches over to his photo album app, quickly tapping the folder of pictures of them. She’d made it on his phone while he was busy one day. At the time he hadn’t thought much of it, why he’d need an entire album on his phone of just photos and videos of them. But it now became the main battery drain on the device with how often he flicked through the photos.

It was the sweetest torture. Reliving the happy memories, all the moments he took for granted. And knowing he was the reason there wouldn’t be anymore.

Stopping on a photo, he slides his thumb across it wistfully. It was a completely average day. Nothing magical, nothing multi-dimensional or multi-versal. They’d just gone for coffee and a walk in Central Park.

But it was a beautiful day, free of worry and responsibility. Just the feeling of her hand in his.

He’d taken the photo himself, stopped at a crosswalk he’d pulled his phone out and pulled her to his side. She wasn’t even looking at the camera, but even in the photo he could see the way her eyes sparkled as she looked at him and laughed. He’d forgone the ponytail that day and the wind had kicked up, making a flurry of hair in their faces as he tried to take the photo.

Both of them smiled and looked exceedingly happy for a simple day off and a bad hair day in the wind.

When was the last time he’d even taken the time to do something like that with her? He racked his brain for an answer, but couldn’t seem to pinpoint their last date. Even just a casual one.

Their lives had revolved around work for nearly the past year. Maybe he’d grown too comfortable? Seemingly he’d stopped trying to win her over and let himself slip into just working constantly at some point. Even their quick moments in his office had dwindled to nearly nothing before she had left.

Swiping past the picture, a video of the two of them dancing in the refrigerator light late at night starts to play. She’d filmed it on her phone, setting the device on the counter as they giggled and he spun her around the Sanctum kitchen in their pajamas. At some point she swiped the phone from the counter and pointed it up at his face as he swayed them around.

Her laugh coming from behind the camera, “I loooooove you Stephen.”

“And I looooove you Y/N,” he responds, sticking his tongue out and making a silly face at the camera.

Her laughter as the video ends makes his heart ache. It was a beautiful sound, and he realized it had been far more than three months since he last heard it.

Setting his phone down on his desk, he finally feels the tears he’d been holding back begin to drip down his face. Swiping through the pictures in the album quickly, he chokes back the sob rising in his throat. The last photo he even had of them was dated almost nine months ago. How hadn’t he noticed what was happening until it was too late?

A loud knock on his door tears him from his thoughts making Stephen turn his chair away from the entrance and attempt to wipe his tears away, “Yes? Who is it?”

The door creaks open with the sound of footsteps approaching his desk, “Message for you sir.”

“Which is?”

“Master Y/L/N wanted me to inform you that she’s handling her class today, you need not worry about it.”

Spinning back around in the chair quickly, he slams his hands down on the desk and stares the apprentice down, “Master Y/L/N? You are entirely sure of that?”

“Yes sir, she arrived fifteen minutes ago and asked me to bring you this message,” the young man’s eyes widen in surprise at the Sorcerer Supreme’s reddened eyes and tear-streaked cheeks.

“Where is she right now?” he demands, standing from his desk.

“Getting prepared for the class in the courtyard with the other masters I believe,” he responds dutifully and tilts his head. “Are you ok sir?”

Rounding his desk and nearly knocking the apprentice over, he rushes out of his office heading toward the outskirts of the courtyard training grounds. His eyes quickly scanning over the group of masters in the center, his chest tightening as he sees her.

A smile on her face as she talks with her fellow masters, spinning a practice staff in her hands.

As a bell tolls, they separate and she heads to her corner of the training grounds, her students excitedly cheering for her return.

“Settle settle,” she chuckles as they all get back to their starting positions. “It couldn’t have been that bad with me gone.”

“You’re the best combat teacher,” one apprentice shouts confidently. “And I’ve been practicing like crazy, you have to see where I’m at now!”

“I look forward to seeing where each of you are now,” she smiles and looks at each of her students. “I’m thinking we’ll pair you all up, and you can each show me what you got?”

As the students scatter into pairs, Y/N begins to circle around them, giving tips and compliments on their forms and technique.

Stephen quietly slid down the wall of the building behind him to take a seat nearby her class, his eyes glued to her as she taught. Fearing that if he looked away even for a moment she’d disappear again. Just her voice alone soothing the ache in his chest.

He needed to speak with her. But how does he even approach her? After their last conversation… they clearly were no longer together. And he’d been an absolute ass.

He was still technically her leader. He could easily approach her with duties for Kamar-Taj, but that just felt wrong. He couldn’t ignore everything that happened.

In what seems like minutes, the next bell tolls signaling the end of the hour long session. Pulling himself to his feet as the student exit the courtyard, he slowly makes his way toward her. Pausing a few feet away as he realizes two other masters had come over to speak to her, he shifts awkwardly and fiddles with his arm guards.

One of the masters glances up to see him, and leans over to say something to the master beside him. Both nod farewells to Y/N after a moment, one sending him a reassuring smile.

“Are you just going to stare at me all day?” She calls out after they’re out of earshot.

Cringing uncomfortably, he finally steps toward her, “I was starting to think you wouldn’t come back.”

“Yeah well-” she begins angrily before turning toward him. Her eyes widen and the words die on her tongue as she looks him over.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to start this with another fight,” he says softly, his hand still fidgeting with his arm guard.

Sighing heavily, she takes a few steps closer to him and scrutinizes his face, “What have you done to yourself?”

“What?”

“You look awful,” she responds with a frown.

“Apologies.”

“Don’t apologize for that!” she snaps and rubs her temples. “Did you need something?”

“Would you be willing to talk?”

“Isn’t that what we’re doing now?”

“More extensively, in my office,” he explains.

She frowns and continues to look him over before nodding, surging ahead of him as she heads for his office.

After they both slip into the room, he closes the door behind them and walks toward the front of his desk.

“I had planned on just being very professional with you,” she mutters and crosses her arms. “Sorcerer Supreme, yes sir, here’s the reports. Already broken that.”

“I’m happy for it,” he admits softly. “Anger is better than indifference.”

“Is it?”

“Means you didn’t just forget about me.”

“No, that’s your job. To forget my existence.”

Stephen flinches at her words, hanging his head sadly, “I deserved that.”

“You did. Now what did you want to say to me?”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’ve already said that. For nothing that you should actually be apologizing for.”

“For everything,” he insists quietly. “I’m sorry for everything.”

“Vague as shit, and not helping Stephen.”

“You’re number one,” he finally admits. “It took me too long to realize that. You’re the most important in my life, and I wasn’t treating you that way. You deserved so much better than I gave you.”

“Don’t,” she responds, turning away from him. “I don’t want to hear things we both know you don’t mean.”

Going around her to face her again he reaches out slowly to tilt her face up toward his own, her eyes finally meeting his, “I mean it. I know I have a lot of responsibilities and things I’m doing, but you, you’re the only thing that really means something to me. Our relationship is the one thing that I wasn’t doing because I felt I had to, the only thing that I desperately want. The only thing that keeps me going.”

“You broke my heart Stephen.”

“I… I know. I don’t have an excuse,” he sighs. “I could make up thousands, but there’s no excuse for what I’ve done. I was an idiot and I didn’t realize how much this meant to me until too late. How much you mean to me. You tried to tell me and give me a chance to fix things, and I spoke to you terribly.”

“Y-you don’t even have time for me,” she retorts and tears her chin from his grasp, turning slightly away from him.

“I’ll make time, I can delegate more. I can stop chasing everything. Just… give it one more try. Give me one last chance. Please.”

“Give me one good reason why I should give this another shot?” she asks as her head turns to search his face. “One reason I should overlook a year of being ignored and you speaking to me that way.”

Sinking to his knees in front of her, he takes her hands in his and swallows hard as he looks up, “Because I love you, I can and I will treat you far better than I did. I can’t give any better reason than that. That I love you desperately, life without you is dull and miserable. I want you, I need you in my life. ”

“How do I know I can trust what you’re saying?” She asks softly, her own eyes blinking away tears.

“You… don’t,” he admits after a moment. “You have to trust that I’ll do what I’m saying, and I’ve done nothing to make you trust that I will.”

After a few moments of silence he points toward his desk, “Look at my phone.”

“Your phone?”

“It’s on there, I left my office as soon as I got your message and forgot about it. Just look at it,” he presses, releasing her hands as she takes a step toward the desk.

Carefully picking up his phone, her face softens as she looks at the screen, “A picture of us?”

“I was going through the album you made me,” he says. “I do it every day. I want to make you that happy again, I want us to be that happy again.

“I do too,” she admits slowly, her thumb swiping through the pictures in the album as a small smile graces her lips. “We did look very happy.”

“We were that happy.”

Setting his phone back down, she turns around and steps toward him, cupping his jaw in her hands as she looks down at him, “Why aren’t you taking care of yourself?”

He shrugs gently as he nuzzles into her palm, grateful for her touch, “I haven’t cared to. Duties and looking for you have taken all my time. I can’t sleep in that bed without you unless I’m on the verge of passing out. I haven’t felt hungry, only been really eating when Wong forces food at me I suppose.”

Her thumbs stroke gently over his cheeks before releasing him and gesturing toward his desk, “Go sit in your chair.”

Nodding at her stiffly, he climbs to his feet and crosses the room, sitting back in his chair as she circles around him.

She bends down to slide open his bottom drawer and pulls out a brush then slips his hair tie from his hair. Running the brush through his hair, she stops a few times to carefully untangle a knot with her fingers

“We need to get you a new conditioner, and get you eating a normal diet again,” she comments as she starts to massage his scalp gently. “It’s a crime against humanity what you’ve done to your hair, really.”

“We?” he asks hopefully.

“Picked up on that part huh?” she chuckles and drops her fingers from his hair to lean his chair backwards until he’s looking up at her. “I might be willing to give us a chance again… on certain conditions.”

“Which are?” he asks as he looks up at her.

“If you talk to me like that again, I’m done. If you don’t actually listen to me telling you how I’m feeling and just dismiss me, I’m done. If within a year, I don’t see you actually making the effort to disperse things, delegate tasks to the other masters and Defenders, take care of yourself, and take care of our relationship, I’m done. And I don’t mean just for a few months. From now on. I don’t mean you have to drop all your work for me, I understand you’re busy. But you have to stop doing everything yourself. If you don’t think you can do those things then I don’t even want to start again.”

“I can do that, I will do that,” he responds firmly, nodding up at her as she leans in closer to him.

“And I’ll tell you things bothering me sooner, admittedly I waited until I was at a breaking point.”

“So am I yours again?” he asks quietly as she smirks down at him, her hands cupping his cheeks.

“You tell me Stephen, are you mine?” She presses several soft kisses along his jaw as he groans in response.

“Completely and totally,” he sighs as his eyes drift shut and she presses kisses to both his eyelids. “Kiss me, please.”

“What am I doing now then?” She teases, pressing a kiss to the edge of his mouth.

Her fingers thread back through his hair, giving it a rough tug and pulling a groan from his lips in response and causing him to shift in his seat.

“Someone’s desperate,” she adds as she strokes her thumb along his bottom lip.

“You’ve been gone for months,” he whines, sticking his tongue out to run across her fingertip.

Tilting him back further, she grips his chin tightly and hungrily presses her lips to his. Her lips move against his roughly as his hands reach up to hold her own head in his hands, desperate to feel her further in some way.

Her fingers gently tug at his hair again, a small gasp parting his lips enough for her to flick her tongue against his own and swallow the groan that follows.

Pulling back for air, Y/N chuckles at the whimper leaving Stephen as their lips part, “I guess you did miss me.”

“More than you could ever imagine,” he admits as his tongue lazily runs across his lips, sending a chill up her spine.

“As much as I’d enjoy taking you apart here in your office, I believe we both have some work to take care of first,” she says as she slips from his grasp and deftly smoothes his hair back into a ponytail and wraps his hair band back around it.

“I thought we were taking more time for us, less time on work,” he grumbles unhappily, reaching out to grab her wrist.

“Oh I thoroughly expect that, but we both each have a class left to teach, I’d imagine you have some kind of meeting, and I need to inform everyone that I’m back,” she answers as she reaches for his other wrist and pulls him up from his chair.

Slipping in closer to her, he immediately wraps his arms around her waist and presses his hips into hers as her eyes darken a touch, “You want to leave me like this all day?”

Reaching her hand up to pat his cheek, she smirks at him, “Consider it as motivation to finish on time tonight.”

Grunting in response, he presses his forehead to hers, “You’ll be at the Sanctum tonight?”

“I was planning on going back to our bed if that’s alright with you?”

“Not only is it entirely alright, I insist,” he says and presses a kiss to her nose. “But fair warning, once we’re in the Sanctum tonight, I don’t intend on letting you go until tomorrow.”

“Who said I intended on going anywhere? Sounds like exactly where I want to be Strange.”

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