#doctor strange drabble
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It’s You, It’s always Been you
Pairing: Stephen Strange x f!Reader
Summary: It’s a known fact that you are in love with Stephen Strange. It’s also a known fact that Stephen Strange is still in love with Dr. Palmer. When Stephen asked you to be his wedding date though, you’re starting to regret your decision. A confession from the doctor himself, changes everything.
Word count: 3.0K (I got carried away, oops)
Genre: angst, unrequited love, confession, overall feels!, and soft smut (of course)
A/N: There’s no major MoM spoilers, just the beginning with the wedding and all that. As much as I love Stephen being a complete daddy in MoM, I need to write me some soft smut. No beta, so if I missed anything, It’s my fault. If you enjoyed this, please please comment and reblog. It just means a lot. Please follow @wint3r-library and turn on post notification for fic update.
Strange was getting impatient with you.
You haven’t noticed it yet, but with all your inability to sit still during Doctor Palmer’s wedding, you were getting on his last nerve.
Another heavy sigh fell from your lips as you sat there beside him, slouching slightly because you really wanted to shift your body. Your fingers fiddled in your laps as you were trying very hard to pay attention to the ceremony, quite unaware of the piercing gaze from the man beside you.
It wasn’t like you were nervous about being the date to the bride’s ex or anything. You really didn’t need to be there, especially when Stephen couldn’t figure out what his feelings toward Christine were.
There was no doubt that the man looked as delectable as it can be in that suit, and there was no doubt that you would jump at his bones if the opportunity presented itself. However, you needed to stop saying yes to him all the time when you were dying on the inside.
Stephen exhaled sharply through his nose before he covered your hand with his. Warmness shot through you as you sat there. You bit the inside of his cheek. His hand was trembling slightly. You couldn’t help but turned your gaze to him.
His brow quirked but said nothing. He was completely unaware of the stinging pain you experienced every time you watched his eyes glimmer whenever his gaze fell on Dr. Palmer, of course. You wished the ceremony ended already. There was so much you could take. Sometimes you wished that Happy had never introduced you to him.
You let out a sharp exhale once he let go of your hand and stood up. Once again, your heart felt heavy as your gaze followed his following Christine walking down the aisle with her new husband. Your heart was heavy as you looked at the man before you trying to hold it in. He was too proud to say it, but Strange was never really over her.
You couldn’t be anymore happier the moment the ceremony was over. You found yourself stationed by the bar, chugging wine and avoiding Strange as best as possible. The plan was going well so far until your date found you.
“I’m starting to think that even my own date is avoiding me,” came a voice behind you. His low baritone voice sent a slight tremor through you, sending your nerve into a frenzy. Heat flooded your cheek as your heart beat frantically against your chest. You wanted to run, perhaps you wanted to go back to your apartment. Whatever it was, you really didn’t want to deal with him right now.
“Not avoiding you,” you mumbled before chugging the last remnant of your drink.
Stephen sighed before ordering himself a martini, his eyes were still on you though. “Your body language said otherwise.”
“You shouldn’t bring me here,” you finally looked at him. “She’ll think that you and I are together or something.”
“And that’s bad because…?”
“You’re kidding, right?” You laughed out loud from sheer discomfort as you stared at him. You watched as the bartender set his drink down before you quickly snatched it away from Strange. He could sense your nervous energy from miles away, which made him wonder how you got to become Happy Hogan’s assistant in the first place.
“I wasn’t.”
The firmness in his tone made your heart skip a beat.
“She asked me if I’m happy,” he said, but he didn’t look at you. Instead, his gaze fell for the bride once more. You had to bite back your uncomfortable laugh before you looked elsewhere, trying to hide your expression. It was getting harder and harder to hide anything at all from him.
“And I told her that I am…”
“Which is a lie…” You pressed your lips together into a straight line.
“You don’t know that. For all you know, I am quite content with what I have right now.”
“Stephen…,” you gave him a look, but his expression was unreadable. “I may not know your history with Dr. Palmer, but I do know that you are a proud man.”
“I am, and you like that,” Stephen teased, trying to hide the small smile as he watched your reaction. You didn’t disappoint him of course as you were slowly and gradually getting flustered.
“I-Um...Oh, that’s just mean,” you shook your head before you slowly walked away from him.
It has been a well-known fact that you have some feelings for him at one point. It was also a known fact that it was a textbook definition of one-sided love. It was one thing to tease you occasionally, but it was another thing to simply play with your heart. You know Strange was cold, but you’ve never thought that he could be this cruel. “I know I shouldn’t say yes to this,” you mumbled to yourself. You could hear him calling out to you, but you didn’t care. Instead, you turned and headed straight out.
A familiar feminine voice called out your name, making you stop in your tracks. You could feel Stephen Strange not too far behind you. You took a deep breath before turning around and forcing a smile. It made your face hurt. It reminded you of why you have to resign from being Happy’s assistant in the first place. The acting wasn’t for you.
“Doctor Palmer! Congratulations!” you chirped as she made her way toward you. Stephen simply put his hand in his pocket as he watched on with a martini in another hand. You frowned slightly, wondering why he decided to linger there instead of sashay away from you.
“Thank you! I appreciate that. I’m so happy that you can make it–You and Stephen—”
“Oh, I’m just here for moral support,” you quickly cut her off before she could say anything that could potentially make your relationship with Stephen Strange any more awkward.
Doctor Palmer nodded, but a smile still remained on her face. “Yeah..um, I just want to say that I’m very happy that you and he are togeth–”
“Um, definitely not together,” you quickly cut in again. You couldn’t feel his gaze burned into your back. “Again, I’m here just for moral support, and nothing more.”
Doctor Palmer looked at you momentarily before she looked at Strange, clearly confused. “Right....Well, I hope you enjoy the party. I’ll see you two later,” she bid you goodbye before giving Stephen a nod.
The moment she was out of your earshot, you let out another sigh of relief, but you knew damn well that Stephen wasn’t happy with your answer at all. Your gaze turned to him, but he didn’t say anything.
“Don’t start,” you pinched the bridge of your nose and headed to the hallway. “I know I’m supposed to make you look good in front of your ex and all that, but I don’t think I can lie.” You were basically rambling at this point as Stephen Strange followed you not too far behind.
The sound of your high heels clicking against the marble floor echoed through the quiet hall as you hurried out.
“I didn’t ask you to lie for me,” came his voice not too far behind, but you didn’t stop. Instead, you continued to walk until you both reached the elevator.
“It kinda feels that way when you asked me to be your plus one though,…Look, whatever you are going through, I just can’t…It’s–” you stopped yourself. How would you tell him that you still have feelings for him? “It’s unfair to me.”
Stephen was standing only a few feet from you know. “I know, and I’m sorry.”
You expected a smartass comment from him, not this. You were speechless at his admission as the two of you stood there in the empty hallway. Your heart felt like it was about to burst the more you looked at him. “When Christine asked me if I was happy, I said yes…I told her that I found someone.”
You remained silent as he took a few steps forward until he was only a few inches away from you. The smell of his cologne filled your nostril, lulling you into a haze. “It took me some time to realize it, but I…”
You swallowed as he cradled your face in his hands. Heat flooded your face at the closeness between the two of you. His thumb pressed against your cheek, his gaze softened, melted into a pair of liquid sapphires. “I made up my mind.”
“About what?” You realized that your words came out no more than a breath as your hand covered his. Stephen was inching closer. Your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest at the pure anticipation alone. When his lips touched yours for the very first time, you felt like you were about to soar.
Your eyes flutter shut as you melt into him. He was holding you there, kissing you with a passion that you’ve never known he was capable of. His hand trailed to the nape. The rough pad of his fingers gently grazed across your skin, leaving trails of goosebumps behind. You gasped at that, and Stephen took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth.
Your heart pounded heavily against your chest as he deepened the kiss. His tongue tangled and clashed with yours. Twisting and rolling, leaving you both breathless and panting. He was kissing you with desperation–a need that was new to you. You moaned at the sweetness that lingered on his tongue, and every time he let out a low, rumbling groan, you felt your panty dampen slightly.
Stephen walked you backward until the back of your knees hit something soft. You quickly pulled away from the kiss, only to find the two of you standing right in your bedroom. “Did you just teleport us here?” It was a dumb question, but you felt the need for some air–or at least something that doesn’t involve Stephen Strange sticking his tongue down your throat.
“Yes,” he said firmly as he discarded his suit jacket and dropped it right onto the floor. He looked flushed, disheveled almost by the way strays of his neatly combed hair came undone. His fingers tugged at his tie impatiently, loosening it before he undid a few buttons at the top till he revealed his chiseled chest. The sight made your throat go dry.
Stephen’s mouth was on you again, this time he was less discreet than before. He kissed you with urgency and hunger that set your nerve ablaze. He gently laid you down on your soft mattress while his mouth was still on yours. His lips traveled southward, and your body surrendered to him without a thought. Your head tilted to the side, revealing the tender skin of your neck to him. His lips trailed down, tongue grazed slightly here and there as if he was tasting you. A throaty moan ripped between your lips as Strange suckled on your pulse point, and gently nipped at it before licking the same spot over. His free hand slowly lowered the straps of your dress to your waist. He stared at you momentarily as if to admire a piece of art–No, you were more than a piece of art to him. You were the sun, the moon, and the universe all wrapped up into one. You were the cosmic force that keep him grounded all this time.
Stephen said nothing before he lowered his head to kiss you once more. His name fell from your lips in no more than a breathless whisper as his beard tickled your skin, making you ache and throb for him. Stephen was lost in the moment as his lips were lingering in the space between the valley of your breasts.
You called out his name once again as your arms snaked around his head. Stephen Strange moaned deeply, sending a reverberation through you as if to assure you that he wasn’t going anywhere. He captured your taut peak in his mouth and began to suckle on it. He was sucking gently at first, then harder, gently nipping at the bud till you cried out, only to soothe you gently with his tongue.
He moved on top of you and pulled your dress all the way off your body. You laid there completely bare underneath him. Stephen’s hand moved to the juncture between your legs and let his fingers graze at your clothed slit. His nostrils flared as he let out a sharp exhale when he found that your panty was drenching.
Stephen gently rubbed you through your panty, eliciting a soft gasping noise out of you first before he ripped the flimsy fabric away from you. His mouth moved to your breast once more, tongue flickering over the sensitive bud, while his dexterous fingers gently pry you open. Your first instinct was to close your legs, but Stephen wasn’t having it. He pressed his knees wide, forcing you to open to him.
Your head fell back against the soft mattress when you felt that he was knuckle deep inside you as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you with ease. A shaky moan slipped out of your lips as he pulled his digits back and pushed them inside you again while his mouth was still occupied by your tit.
You begged him almost pathetically, your hand bunched at his hair when he pressed his thumb against your clit.
“Say my name again, baby,” he murmured. The low baritone voice made your pussy throb and clenched around his fingers. Only Stephen Strange had that sort of effect on you. He was watching you now, probing himself on his elbow while the other hand continued to pump in and out of your pussy with vigor.
A smile etched upon his lips as he felt your body tense up around him. Still, he continued with a relentless pace until an orgasm ripped right out of you, causing your body to strain and spasm. Your face scrunched up as you dug your heels into the mattress as the first wave of euphoria washed over you.
“That’s it, baby. Cum to me. Squeeze on my fingers like you want to squeeze on my cock.” Stephen growled as he pressed his forehead onto yours. Perspiration dampened it while you could only reply with a choking sob.
Stephen finally removed his fingers from your sopping wetness as he stared at you. His lips pressed against your forehead. He kissed you tenderly before he pulled back and began to unbuckle his pants.
You watched him with half hooded eyes as he got up from the bed and hastily removed his pants. You swallowed as you watched him stroking himself. The sight made your pussy throb once more as more slick was leaking out of you. Stephen licked his lips at that.
“I don’t have a condom,” he admitted sheepishly as he continued to stroke his erect cock. It was hard to concentrate on his words when your brain only wanted one thing.
“I’m on birth control…” you told him as you sat up and pulled him to you. Stephen settled between your thighs once more. His face strained, jaw clenched tightly as he rubbed the head of his cock along your slit. The action made your legs shake slightly as your eyes caught his. “It’s ok, Stephen.”
He growled at the invitation before he swiftly entered you, causing you to hissed sharply. A strangled moan left his lips as your tightness enveloped him. You could feel Strange tremble above you as he was trying to control himself from moving too erratically. Stephen pulled back then eased himself back in again till he was all the way in. His hips arched fluidly, driving himself in and out of you with fervor. You could feel his balls slapped against your ass every time he sheathed himself inside of you.
His hard body pressed against yours closely that you could feel every twitch of his muscles, coiling and bunching from the effort of his movements. Your arms wounded around his neck again as he rutted into you. His lips found your neck once more as he kissed and nipped at it.
You were getting close again as that familiar tightness at the pit of your stomach threatened to snap. It wasn’t long now until that delicious burst of euphoria ripped through you again. It didn’t take long till you cried out and clenched around him, milking him until he too reached his own release. Still, Stephen was still chasing his own, fucking you and using you to sate his own appetite.
Stephen came not too long after, spending himself right onto your stomach. His body went limp next to you, panting and exhausted from the deed.
The silence stretched out between the two of you. Where would you go from here? You and Stephen had yet to establish what this was? Was this a one-time deal? Were his words simply a lie or was everything simply a dream to you?
You felt him stirring beside you before his warmness left your body. Your first initial thought was that he was leaving, but that sort of negativity soon melted away when he came back with a damp towel pressed against your stomach. His movement was gentle, yet exact. Still, you could feel his trembling hand moving over your stomach.
Your eyes caught him again, and words failed you. You didn’t know what to say.
“I suppose you are wondering what we are now?”
You nodded. You wanted to laugh because you really didn’t expect to have this type of conversation at all with him when you were both naked.
“You’ve never told me who that someone is–the person that makes you happy.”
Stephen Strange was caught off guard for the first time in his life as he could only react with an “Oh.”
Your face warned once more as your heart drummed against your chest. A knowing smile quirked on his lips. “Well, It’s you, sweetheart. It has always been you.”
The word rolled off his tongue easily, making your stomach do a backflip. You couldn’t hide the smile anymore when he leaned and brushed his nose against your cheek, kissing you and whispering naughty things into your ears.
Perhaps, this wasn’t a dream after all.
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Fake marriage, real feelings | s.s.
Pairing: Stephen Strange x fem!Avenger!reader
Summary: you and Stephen have to pretend to be married for a mission, but what can happen if you find out that you have real feelings for each other?
Warnings: fake dating trope, fluff, romantic, mutual pining, language, Tony is alive and being a bit of an asshole in this story (but I love him!), Multiverse is real, Christine got married (so kinda spoilers from the MOM trailer I guess), all the Avengers are alive and well here, reader is a ball of sunshine, but also spoilers from Multiverse of Madness!!, the reader feels like she’s not enough but SHE IS, angst
Word count: more than 3.5K
A/N: hi! I watched MOM some days ago and I wanted to express my love for Stephen with a fluffy fic. I even cried while I was writing this one! Hope you like it. Enjoy! x
Tags: thanks to @loverocksin for the input!
“This is not gonna happen”.
“Oh, yes”.
“Who decided that Stark is the boss, now?”
“Are you worried, Stephen?”
“It’s Doctor Strange, to you”.
“I hope that you don’t use that tone with Y/N or somebody’s gonna sleep on the couch, tonight”.
“You’re no fun, Stark”.
“But you’re gonna follow my orders anyway”.
“What’s happening?” You asked, entering into the room with a ball full of chips in your hands.
“Y/N won’t agree to this madness, she’s smart enough to know that we can do this in another way,” Stephen said, while giving you a smile that looked more like a grin to you.
You furrowed your eyebrows.
“Is this about bees? I hate bees”.
“No, it’s not about bees, Y/N,” Tony said, rolling his eyes.
“Are you watching Bridgerton again?” Nat asked.
“Yeah… No!” You exclaimed and she laughed.
“This is a work meeting!” Tony stated. “Y/N, I don’t care if you don’t like Doctor Strange here…”
“Who told you? I like him!”
“You do?” Stephen asked, surprised.
“Nobody does, she’s lying because she’s too kind. Anyway, you two are gonna stick to my plan, since I’m in charge while Steve’s gone on a mission and my plan involves around a married couple, who’s gonna pretend to be very rich in order to catch a stupid villain during a stupid trip in a fancy hawaiian hotel,” Tony explained.
“Oh, cute! Who’s gonna play the couple?” You asked, while eating some chips. Strange closed his eyes, shaking his head: you were too naive, sometimes.
Tony smiled at you with evilness.
“You and Stephen. Congratulations, my dear: you just became a bride”.
***
When you thought about the day of your marriage, you’ve always pictured yourself with a normal guy. Being an Avenger was stressful, but being in a relationship with another superhero? Absolutely not. You grew up with Notting Hill and Pretty Woman, with The Holiday and How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days, The Wedding Date, 10 Things I Hate About You… you wanted some romance, not a monster to fight at your wedding. You would have had a fabulous ceremony on the beach, surrounded by your friends, family and the Avengers and that was everything to you. Even if you loved your work, you didn’t want to be involved too much in it. You didn’t have superpowers, you just had a brilliant mind and you were trained enough to be one of them. It was enough to you. But now? Now you had to be married with one of them, to pretend that you were in love with one of them and you didn’t even get to celebrate a fake wedding. It was your worst nightmare.
You were thinking about that, when you were in your room, the night before you were supposed to leave with Stephen. At least, he was good-looking in your opinion and nice enough to pretend you actually loved him. You never got to be closer to him, because he was always in another place, but he seemed a polite man and that alone gave him several scores.
Your luggage was ready. You sat on the edge of the bed, caressing your hands. You noticed that Stephen had scars on his ones, but you couldn’t touch them anytime you wanted. Sometimes you just wanted to give him some relief, because he always seemed somebody who was suffering inside. Probably he thought that people didn’t see it, but you paid attention. It’s weird how looking at him without Stephen knowing that could have been useful now. But why were you looking at him in the first place?
Somebody knocked at the door. You got up from the bed and you opened it. Stephen gave you a smile, his hands behind his back so you couldn’t see them. He was still wearing his costume, but without the cape, while you were already in your pijamas.
“Good evening, Y/N. I have something urgent to tell you”.
“You could have used a Portal,” you said.
“I find it innapropriate to use magic when it’s not totally required to. Also, I didn’t want to intrude, since that’s your room and it’s almost midnight”.
You blushed.
“Oh, right. What’s up?”
“Do you mind?” He asked you, while pointing at the bed and you moved to let him enter in the room. He sat on the bed and you did the same, after you closed the door. “I figured that maybe it would have been useful to get to know each other better, since we’re gonna pretend to be married. Doctor Banner is gonna give us the rings tomorrow, but you and I know that we can’t fake a relationship just with some clothes and jewelry. Do you agree?” He asked you and you nodded. “Good. I also think that we should create our own fake scenario: how did we meet? When did we get married? Why do you love me?”
“Why is it just about you?” You questioned, confused.
He moved his eyes from yours, looking at his hands.
“Because it’s hard to love somebody like me. Christine did and look at her now: married to someone else,” he replied, a sad smile on his face. You heart ached for him. “While you, on the other hand, are the sun. It’s impossible not to find you attractive as a person”.
“People would disagree with you,” you joked.
“Well, it’s their loss,” he said with a smile and for a tiny moment, you thought that maybe, in another universe, you would have fallen in love with Stephen Strange. But not in this one.
“Tell me everything about you, Doctor Strange”.
“Oh, if we’re gonna play this in a good way, you should begin to call me Stephen,” he winked at you.
You smirked at him.
“This is gonna become very interesting, Stephen”.
***
Your first thought was: this is not gonna end well. Your second one, though, was: the bathrobe is so soft! Then Stephen caught you while you were trying it and you gasped. So, after a shower, you went out with Stephen for a walk, in order to study the last details about your plan. He held your hand immediately, making your entire skin get on fire, while his ring was perfectly dancing around his finger.
“Why did you do that?”
“We have to pretend to be married in public too, Y/N. I take this missione very seriously, even if Stark made it sound like a dumb game. It’s not a game to me,” he answered.
“We’re on the same page, Stephen”.
“You called me Stephen without feeling embarrassed. It’s a huge step,” he joked. You rolled your eyes, but inside your stomach you felt butterflies. “Anyway, let’s settle this once and for all: I don’t like ice-cream. We didn’t have ice-cream a tour wedding, I forbade it”.
“This is unacceptable. I’m gonna make you change your mind, I wrote it in my vows,” you said.
“This is so stupid,” he replied, but he was keeping a laugh.
“Ice-cream is important to me”.
“Okay, fine. Second question: why do you love me?” He asked and you stopped walking. How could you make up an explanation for a relevant matter like that one? He caressed your thumb, giving you the strength to talk. He didn’t say a word, he just waited for you to talk.
Then, you realized: he was waiting for you without pressuring you to say anything. He was looking at you, serious, while everybody was passing by. You didn’t even notice that he brought you under a porch, so the sun couldn’t burn your skin. He was also protecting you from the other people, because he now had his other arm placed around your back.
“It’s in the little things. If I could, I would caress your hands, because I know that it hurts even if you can’t feel any pain now. You do the same with me, when you make me laugh in times in which I’m nervous. Invisible pain is still pain, isn’t it? But it made you kinder, even if you try to cover it as much as possible under your armor. And you’re cute when you don’t realize things, because it takes you by surprise, since you always know everything, but you didn’t know that I liked you. Is it enough?” You asked, with a brief smile.
He was mesmerized by you. His gaze was now softer and profound: he finally realized that you cared about him.
“Yes”.
After that, you were wearing your beautiful dress, your earphone to listen to Tony from the Avenger’s Tower and your shiny ring. It still seemed weird to do that, but you were gonna get used to it. It should have lasted just a few days, you could do it. At least, this is what you were constantly telling yourself.
“Hey, we’re late to the party, Y/N,” Stephen said, while entering into the room.
“You didn’t knock! How did you know that I was ready? You probably are Sherlock Holmes in another universe…”
“You literally just texted me that you were,” he said, showing you his phone. You were so nervous, you even forgot about that. “But yeah, I probably am. I’d be very smart and full of curls”.
“Why the curls?”
“Mind your own business. Let’s go,” he said, while taking your hand. That’s when you noticed: the scars. It was like you could see his bones upon his skin. He wasn’t wearing his watch and you wondered why. Maybe because he wanted to forget about the pain that his last relationship caused him. His gaze caught yours, so he adjusted his sleeve. You asked yourself if he was ashamed of his scars or if he didn’t want you to acknowledge the lack of the watch. You would have never known.
The party was hosted by the villain that Tony wanted to arrest. He was a rich guy that sold fake artifacts at charity auctions for the rich. You and Strange were known to be a power couple in every aspect, so you were perfect for the mission. You just had to become friends with him, pretending that you wanted to enter in his small circle of scammers along with your husband. Then, you would have arrested him.
“Okay guys, the show has just begun! Do you remember that you have to approach that guy on your left?” Tony asked and you turned to look at him. You nodded, then you remembered that he couldn’t see you, so you said: “Yes. Stephen and I studied everything on the plane”.
“You get to call him Stephen, now?” Tony asked with a grin.
“Shut up, Stark. We have to work,” Stephen said.
“Go get them, tigers”.
You approached that guy, the best friend of the super villain. His name was Matt and he seemed friendly, while he was talking with some other guests. You instantly grabbed Stephen’s hand, who was surprised by that and went to greet him.
“Matt! Hey, Matt! How are you, my dear?” You asked him, as if you were long time friends. He looked at you, then he recognized Strange and then he waved at the two of you, leaving the others. There were two bodyguards with him.
“Y/N! Doctor Strange! It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person! When I saw your name on the list, I couldn’t believe how much lucky I was!” He exclaimed and you bit your tongue not to tell him how fake he sounded.
“I can only imagine. We recently got married, so we thought to attend this party to celebrate our honeymoon,” you said and Stephen nodded. He seemed quite shy, his hands was even squeezing yours. Perhaps he was nervous. You knew how he must have felt, so you tried to take control of the situation as your favourite characters in the rom-coms did.
“Of course! Do you mind if you ask how the two of you met?”
You began to answer to the question, but Stephen, as if that was the only answer he knew, replied to him first: “Stark introduced us during some dinner. I asked for her number, then we had several dates and in the end, we got together”.
“Oh, lovely! And what’s your job, Y/N?”
You went pale. You focused so much on every tiny detail of your fake relationship, that you forgot to think about that. He had to think that you weren’t an Avenger, so you couldn’t tell him the truth. You stayed quiet for too much time, because he furrowed his eyebrows.
“She’s a nurse, actually. Do you remember Christine, from my hospital? She’s her colleague,” Stephen said with a smile and he seemed satisfied with that answer.
“Probably you were too blinded by your love for Christine to notice her, right?” He laughed and Strange pretended to find that joke funny, but you didn’t. Because what if it was true? “I wish you a beautiful evening, my friends”.
“Thank you,” Stephen said, then he left your hand and looked at him with disgust in his eyes. You remained quiet and he noticed that, so he took a look at you. “Y/N?”
“I need some air,” you said, then you walked away from there.
You ran to the balcony, placing your hands on the railing. You breathed out, closing your eyes. The warmth that you had felt in your chest when he had squeezed your hand, as if he wanted to protect you somehow… It was too much. You looked at the sky without stars, thinking that everything was easier in the rom-coms: the main characters always got together, he wasn’t in love with his ex, she was awesome, while you were incredibly normal. Maybe you had always pictured yourself with a powerless guy, because you didn’t think you could get a superhero. You weren’t enough for a powerful being like Strange, a handsome doctor, a smart man. You knew why he got your attention all along, you could understand that now. You already liked him, before that stupid mission. He wasn’t arrogant as Tony, reckless as Steve or mischievous as Loki, but gentle, intelligent and sweet. Tormented also, but that pain only made him kinder.
“Y/N, it’s almost time,” Stephen said, behind your back. “We worked pretty well together, he didn’t understand what’s going on. We should have been more careful, but…”
“Why did you have to bring her into this?” You asked, while turning around. Your eyes were shining under the silver light of the moon.
Stephen shaked his head, confused.
“What are you talking about?”
“I know your opinion about me, Stephen”.
“No, you don’t”.
“Yeah, I know. It’s the same opinion that everyone else has. You think that I’m naive and silly, but I’m not. I notice things. You’re not the only one who can tell somebody’s disease by watching their aspect, I can do that too”.
“Y/N, trust me, you don’t wanna go down that path,” he said, with a hand in front of himself, as if he wanted to prevent you to fire a bullet at him, but you were armless.
“I know that you wore that watch for years. I know that you miss your job. I know that you miss Christine,” you began to say. He put his hands over his head, closing his eyes, nervous, almost angry. “And I know that you’re ashamed of your scars”.
“Enough, Y/N”.
“You’re not here, Stephen. Even if you say so, you’re always somewhere else. Even when you were squeezing my hand, you were probably in that church, while Christine was marrying another guy. Is it why you were always in another universe on a mission and not at the compound? You were looking for a universe in which the two of you are together? Or were you just trying to avoid thinking about her?”
“I was trying to avoid thinking about you, actually!”
You froze.
“What?” You whispered.
“No, no, this is not happening… not here, not in this moment. This is why I didn’t want to do this and Stark fucking knew it! He shouted. Some people turned around in order to see why the two of you were having a fight.
“Stephen, they’re looking at us…” You said, scared that they could understand what was going on.
“No, we have to talk about this,” he said, then he walked over you, held your hand and summoned a Portal.
“Y/N, the mission!” Tony exclaimed.
“Too late, Stark,” Stephen said, then he took you with him into the Portal.
“I think that I could easily beat you at pool, Strange,” Tony said, while watching Stephen and Steve playing the game.
“There’s not a universe in which you can beat me at something, Stark, I checked. Twice”.
“Asshole”.
“Come on guys, let’s play this in a nice way,” Steve said, chuckling.
“Why don’t usually do this. Why are you not in your lab, Stark?” Stephen asked.
“Because Y/N wanted to help me, but she blew it up in the attempt, so now it’s unavailable,” he answered.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m sure that she apologized, though,” Stephen said.
“Sure, but I didn’t really forgive her in that moment, so now Pepper says that I have to apologize to her. Can you believe it?”
“She just tried to give you a hand, Tony, don’t be harsh with her. She always tries to help everybody, Y/N doesn’t deserve this,” Steve replied.
“Okay, but why is she always so incredibly kind?”
“Maybe because people weren’t with her,” Stephen said and Tony remained quiet. “But I will say that she’s too naive, sometimes”.
“Thank you, Stephen”.
“It’s still Doctor Strange, to you”.
“Whatever”.
You almost threw up, when you arrived. You were in a field of flowers in another universe, because the sky was pink and the flowers were little moons. Stephen grabbed again your hand, when you tried to escape from him. You didn’t want to believe to another lie of his.
“This is the only universe in which we’re not together, you know? Ironic, since the sky’s pink. You’d think it’s a universe based on your lovely rom-coms, but it’s not. And do you know why we’re not together?” He asked and you shaked your head. “Because you die, here. I can’t save you. I’m a single father of two kids, but I have no wife. The only thing that divides us is death”.
You dried a tear with your free thumb, swallowing.
“I heard you”. You said and he looked at you with genuine curiosity on his face. “When you said that I’m naive”.
“Y/N…”
“I wonder why you should marry somebody like me in every universe”.
“Why do you always have to assume that people see the worst in you? I didn’t say that like it was a bad thing, it’s just that people can take advantage of you when you’re like that, but I don’t see it as a flaw in your person. On the contrary, I’m glad that you’re kind and generous and selfless, unlike many people I know,” he said. “And as for Christine, I mentioned her just because it was the first thing that came into my mind, the easiest job to keep us covered. I didn’t think about her until that moment, because I was with you. That’s why I didn’t wear the watch”.
“But your sleeve…”
“My sleeve!” He exclaimed, sarcasm running through his veins. “I was just adjusting my suit, because I was by the side of a beautiful woman with a beautiful dress”. He explained and you felt incredibly stupid. “You say that you notice things, but you didn’t even realize that I was looking at you the entire time we were in that room. Did you catch that?” He asked and you shaked your head. “No. I figured”.
“But when did you start to like me? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“When… Time isn’t a concept that belongs to love, Y/N. You wake up one day and you just know it. I knew it when you caressed my hand after I told you that Christine was getting married to somebody else. You didn’t even look at the scars…” He said and his voice cracked for a moment. You had tears in your eyes, by now. You had thought all along that you were the only one to observe things, but turned out that he had noticed you.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you repeated, while hugging him.
“It’s okay,” he said, while rubbing your back.
“I love you,” you said. Then you took his cheeks into your hands, while looking straight into his surprised eyes. “Until my last dying breath”.
He gave you a tender smile.
“I love you in every universe,” he said, before he could kiss you.
So, in the end, you finally had your rom-com moment.
When the two of you came back into your universe, you found out that Tony and the others had arrested the guy. Tony didn’t want to explain how, but you knew that he had sent Steve to do so, it was his secret mission, while Tony had invented all of that to make you and Stephen end up together. That was his way to apologize to you. And well, let’s say that you accepted his excuses.
When they saw you and Stephen coming back from the other universe, they already seemed to know what had happened between the two of you: turned out that the marriage could have been fake, but the feelings were real. He asked to marry you by the end of the year and you could organize your beach wedding with him and the Avengers.
For once, you could have just said that you were happy.
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hiii!!
in regards to your quick drabbles i was wondering if you could do a 616 stephen strange who is married to the reader. the reader isnt aware she is pregnant but is like showing all the symptoms, and stephen picks up on the pregnancy before her
thank you so much ily
It had to be food poisoning. You tried to recall everything you had eaten. Could food poisoning last for more than a week though? Not likely. It wasn't flu season but maybe there was still some sort of stomach bug going around. There had to be a reason why you had been nauseous and sick to your stomach every day for over a week. You were shocked Stephen wasn't worried about it. He could be a bit obsessive when it came to anything medical.
He had been keeping an extra eye on you since you started feeling like this, but you seemed far more concerned than he did. The only upside was that he was paying you more attention than normal. Almost to the point of following you around. Under normal circumstances, it would have been sweet, but between the nausea and feeling exhausted, it was a little cloying.
"Stephen, seriously what is up?! Why are you being so weird?! I feel like crap and you are glued to my side all of a sudden with a big ole stupid grin on your face. If you don't stop or tell me what's up your ass I'm gonna vomit on you."
He looked at you with a cheeky smirk and his eyebrows raised. Like he was waiting for you to realize the punch line of a joke. When he realized that you really didn't get it, he led you over to the calendar you kept by the bed. Handing it to you and suddenly disappearing into the bathroom and retrieving something else.
"Notice anything missing from this month's calendar?"
As you studied the calendar, all appeared in place at first glance. So you flipped to the previous month to see if it could offer any hints. As it slowly dawned on you what was missing, you flipped the page back and forth a few times. Sure enough, what was missing was a red dot. The red dot you used to signify the start of your period. As your expression started to change Stephen pulled the item he retrieved from behind his back, a large genuinely happy smile on his face, dropping it in your lap on top of the calendar.
It was a pregnancy test.
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In the Middle of the Night | Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader
Pairing: Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader
Summary: When America has a nightmare, she enters your and Stephen's bedroom seeking comfort. This situation might finally convince your husband that having a family might not be so bad after all.
Warning/s: Not proof read, we die like Stark. Fluffy goodness. Female pronouns used.
Word count: approx 1k
You could admit wholeheartedly that the night was your favourite time of day. When the moon took over from the sun, illuminating the Sanctum in its otherworldly light. When the afternoon breeze transformed into a night-time chill, and the muffled sounds of people heading home to their beds and families sounded through the walls.
Now, that wasn’t the main reason though, definitely not. Night was your favourite in the rare, but recently more common occasion that your husband Stephen Strange would join you in bed. The dim light shone through sheer curtains, and Stephen’s godly complexion shimmered. His shirtless form, truly a sight to behold.
Your head nuzzled into his firm chest, his arms wrapped around you tightly, securing you in place. It was true he could no longer sleep soundly without you by his side. He had to be touching you in some way, whether you be in his arms, or on the summer nights when it was too hot, you would intertwine pinkies. You were quick to fall asleep whenever he was there, his entire being exuding comfort.
“Comfy?” Stephen chuckled as you shifted impossibly closer.
“Mm,” you hummed as sleep began to overtake you. He placed a soft kiss atop your head, as both of you were beckoned to the world of slumber.
“Stephen?” A voice sounded from the door. Strange used to be a heavy sleeper, but with the introduction of the mystic arts into his life, and his need to protect, that quickly changed. Even more so now that America had started staying at the Sanctum with him and his wife.
“What’s up?” Stephen’s voice was laced with sleep, gravelly and somehow even deeper than usual. But he was alert, this was unlike America. He shifted slightly, careful as to not wake you, his sleeping wife, but make it easier for him to see the teenage girl.
“I um, I had a nightmare and I just had to make sure you guys were okay.”
“Yeah, we’re okay, kid,” Stephen spoke in the softest voice he could muster. By this point, you had woken up. You had a few minutes ago actually but were waiting to see how things played out. Rolling over, Stephen moved his arm to wrap it around your shoulders, your head resting against the junction of his chest and shoulder. Laying eyes on America, you noticed how shaken she truly was. You would never be able to comprehend what that young girl has been through. You were actually the one to suggest to Stephen to let her stay, at least on weekends when she had a break from training at Kamar-Taj. You thought it be best for her. Considering Stephen, Wong, and yourself are really the only people she knows in this new universe.
“Come here,” you held your arms open for the young girl. She walked over with cautious steps before laying down, falling into your caring embrace. You ran a hand through her hair, while the other rubbed her back. “It’s okay, love. We’re safe, and you’re safe.”
In a selfish way, having America stay was also a way for you to get the taste of family life you so desperately craved. You had discussed children with Stephen, but he constantly changed the subject, saying it was ‘too dangerous in your line of work.’ Sure, it would give you something more to protect, but you would gladly step down from your role as Master of the Mystic Arts if it meant you could start a family with the man you love.
Stephen started down at you with eyes full of adoration and love. He, too, wished for a family with you, but was always second guessing himself. The fear that he would be a terrible father, or that something would happen to you and the children. The sight of you comforting America, holding her in your arms as she quietly sobbed. In that moment he knew, he wanted a family with you. It doesn’t matter how much extra work it is, how scary the thought of being a father is to him, it doesn’t matter that he would have an extra weakness. For you, for a family, he will give all he has got.
It took only ten minutes for America to calm down, settling in your arms. Sleep sung its soft lullaby to her, a soft smile on her lips as she fell into your comfort and love.
“Thanks, mum,” she spoke in a half-dazed state as slumber called her name, finally taking her into its grasp. With wide eyes, you turned to look up at Stephen. He moved his free arm to take your hand in his, pressing a kiss to your palm, a soft smile gracing his face. You hummed as leant down to kiss your lips gently, but passionately.
“Let’s start a family,” he whispered against your hair once you had turned back around, America shifting slightly. There was something about the domesticity of the current situation that brought out the softness within him. The yearning to love and be loved.
“You’re serious?” you swung your heard back around, groaning when a pain ran through your neck. Stephen smiled, nodding his head. Your hopeful eyes glistening in the moonlight.
“Serious,” he spoke, lips against your forehead. Every few moments, kissing you softly. “Besides, something about getting you pregnant turns me on,” Stephen smirks.
“Stephen!” You whisper-shout. “There is a child here!”
“She’s asleep,” he shrugs.
“I hope so.”
“Come on, it’s 4am,” Stephen tugs you tightly into his arms. “Let’s get some more sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.”
“I love you,” you whisper.
“I love you too.”
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singing in the rain
features: dr. stephen strange x f! reader
type of writing: drabble
trope: colleagues to friends to lovers
warnings: reader’s insecure about her looks, doctor strange and christine still break up, reader and strange meet up after the events of infinity war and endgame, overall it's pretty fluffy
song: singing in the rain - gene kelly
inspiration: from the moodboard @burnthoneymint made for her 3k event <333
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number of words: 971
a/n: finally!!! this is my first marvel writeup, and this is especially after i watched the dr. strange and the multiverse of madness movie. i forgot what it was to crush on the actor until i saw him again hehe. i hope y'all like this <33, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated :D also, sil’s a fabulous author so go check out her works soon! (be mindful of the byf’s and dni’s)
He saw you stepping out of your house in a blue gown with (h/c) bun earrings and a silver necklace as Dr. Stephen Strange's car came up to you. As Stephen emerges from the vehicle, clad in a black suit, black trousers, a white shirt, and black shoes, his stare never leaves yours as you descend the stairs to the car, him being taken aback by your beauty. He approaches you with one hand which you hold, opens the door for you to sit in the car, and runs to his seat while maintaining eye contact with you.
He remarked, “Dr. (L/N), you look stunning!” when he got into the car.
You smile and respond meekly, “oh, really? Thank you,” while nervously tucking your hair behind your ears, your gaze fixed on the stereo.
He smiles and drives you to your normal hangout spot. You reflect on how your relationship with him has evolved in an unusual way.
While you two initially were colleagues, you as a medical researcher and him as an arrogant neurosurgeon, he was very gentle towards you, having known of your previous relationships with people like him, who were selfish workaholics, and he didn't want to treat you the same way. However, his established relationship with Dr. Christine Palmer, who was extremely nice & kind to you, despite her knowing of your feelings for him, for the sake of keeping the friendship intact, moved you, so you let it slide.
After his accident that caused him to lose control of his hands, and his attempts to restore them resulting in a breakup with Christine, you wanted to help him. So, you introduced him to Jonathan Pangborn, who'd gained miraculous healing, and encouraged Stephen to go to Kamar Taj, where he was cured. Strange, on the other hand, did not maintain in touch with you after being cured and studying the Magic of the Mystic Arts in order to keep you safe.
When you did meet him again years after he took up residence in the Sanctum Santorum and after “The Blip” occurred, in a coffee shop next to your apartment, you smiled at him, and to your surprise, he hugged you and spoke with you as if he didn’t just go to another country or another dimension or broke the laws of time for the sake of humanity.
“(Y/N),” he puts his hand on yours while you two were sitting at the table, “I need to tell you something.”
Nodding, you reply, “go ahead, Stephen.”
Taking in a deep breath, he asks, “(Y/N), I don’t know if you know this, but I’m now a-”
You put your hand forward and halt him, and say, “you’re now a superhero, is it?”
Widening his eyes, he asks, “wait, how did you know?”
You laugh and reply, “well, I saw you in the news on the streets of New York when you were fighting people,” then you shrug your shoulders and snap your fingers, “and the next thing you know, you’re taken away from the universe in a snap.”
With his mouth gaped wide open, Stephen asked, “wait, did you go away too?”
This time, you were shocked as you nodded in agreement. He then explained everything that happened and you somehow took it all in, responding calmly, “Stephen, I’m so sorry that you had to go through all that. I hope there’s something I can do to help.”
Suddenly, an idea strikes your head, “wait, are you free on Saturday?”
He tilts his head to look at you in confusion, “what for?”
You then reply with excitement, “well, I’m presenting a paper that I finally published after everything that happened at this conference, so would it be okay if you could be my plus one?”
He smiled, noticing that you were hinting at a distraction for him to be more involved with people, to which he nodded, saying, “okay, I’ll pick you up. Is that okay?”
You nod, “it’s a date.”
A few hours later, as you two left the conference room, Stephen broke the silence between the two of you, stuttering, “Dr. (L/N), that was such a beautiful presentation!”
As your eyebrows rise, you smirk, “were you talking about the presentation or about me?”
His hands were in his pockets and his eyes were pointed towards the door as he laughed, his smile turning into a frown.
“Oh, damn it!” he cried, as he held your hand and ran outside.
“Stephen, where are-” you asked as you were dragged in his direction as the clanking of your heels reverberated down the corridors until you went out the door and saw that it was pouring down rain.
He exclaimed “Oh, for goodness' sake, now what?” while you laughed hysterically.
As he furrowed his eyebrows at you, you run to the middle of the street to feel the raindrops patter against your skin. While you twirled around in the rain with your eyes closed, Stephen smiled at you and decided to join in. As he ran towards you and put his arms around your waist, jolting you out of your reverie, you focused your (e/c) orbs on his greenish-blue eyes, smiling at him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, combing through his jet-black hair and a few gray strands that tangled with the ends.
“You have such lovely eyes,” you say as you smile at him, while he strokes your cheeks and presses his lips against yours as he moves closer to you.
As you two began to kiss hard, locking lips, you didn't care about how you were soaked in the rain. After several moments, you two released each other from the kiss, keeping your foreheads touching and eye contact intact. At this moment, your heart was quietly singing in the rain.
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I may start getting back into writing with a short drabble for Bucky. Or Steve? Or Stephen? Or maybe even Harry? What would y'all like to get on this Monday?
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Ok, so!
You know all the "Doctor Strange Astoprojects the mk system and we cinematically see the three alters slipping out of the body.
But but but hear me out!
What about Dr. Strange trying to push one person out of his body and failing because it is actually a system and he needs more strength to push them away.
So Strange would hit their chest multiple times expecting something to happen but uh-uh nothing and poor Steven tries to get away from him.
Eventually he puts more effort and manages to do something, that is making Jake front by pushing Steven away from the front and suddenly gets slapped by him.
Jake gets into a fist fight with Strange while Strange tries to use his powers to teleport Jale away from him.
Eventually he manages to astroproject them for a second and he sees Jake and Marc splitting from the body holding hands until Steven pulls them back in.
They are together in this they won't let anyone separate them, Strange needs to try harder.
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I hope whatever fictional your fixating on visits you.
I hope they visit you in your dreams. Smothering you with all the love and admiration that you so richly deserve.
May you feel them hug you tightly, assuring you that everything will be ok.
The delicate words slip out of there lips while they stroke your hair kissing you softly as there soft caress lulls you to a peaceful sleep.
“You are safe
You are loved
I’ll never let you go…”
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Care to join me?
18+ MINORS DNI!!
Pairing: Doctor Strange x Fem!Reader
Summary: “Are you just going to watch me shower, or do you care to join me? I would really like some company, Stephen.”
The warm water running down your naked body. Steam covering the mirror. Your wet hair hanging loose, framing your beautiful face. Your delicate curves. Your entire aura, fucking hell, you were his poison. Stephen could never get enough of you, his beautiful lover. He could stay there all day, watching you. But fate had other plans, because you let out a laugh.
“Are you just going to watch me shower, or do you care to join me? I would really like some company, Stephen.”
Stephen felt himself grow, your voice being music for his ears. All he wanted was to be close to you, kiss you, run his scarred hands all over your body, make you his.
And he would.
The man quickly undressed, and soon stood naked in the bathroom, before carefully walking into the shower, placing a soft kiss on your delicate neck as the warm water hit his own back. One of your hands carefully scratched his back, as a smile escaped your lips.
Stephen gave you one of his beaming smiles and then quickly closed the very short distance between the two of you so that he could kiss you. Your lips were pressing against his own and you couldn’t lie, because the doctor was a really good kisser. Soft, gentle, reassuring, you always found it surprisingly easy to relax and start kissing him back every time.
What felt like seconds later, but probably was a lot longer than that, you felt Stephen's tongue brushing against your lips, the sorcerer obviously hopeful for entry. You hesitated for a moment, wanting to tease him but you realised soon enough that your back was pressed against the shower wall, which made you jerk slightly in surprise. His lips are so soft and warm against yours, and you feel a surge of electricity run through your body. The kiss is tender, yet passionate.
You two finally broke the kiss in favour of Stephen kissing your neck. “The power you have over me it’s so unfair..” That quickly caused you to become incoherent, and you gave up talking altogether when Stephen started kissing his way downwards.
He wrapped his lips around one of your perky little nipples. In fairness he started out sucking on it gently before giving the other the same treatment, going back and forth between those nipples while pressing plenty of kisses to the surrounding flesh, and it wasn't like you complained.
You probably couldn't have complained if you wanted too, as the sounds out of her mouth were now so embarrassingly high-pitched.
But you wanted more.
And when that desire turned into a need you whimpered and pushed down on Stephen’s head. Surprisingly the doctor didn't move, so you found yourself whimpering, “Please..."
Stephen then held you in a tight grip before he lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around the sorcerer’s back, and your arms around his neck, as you pressed a kiss onto his lips. The water ran over both of you, and Stephen slided himself into you without a warning, holding you close. He grabbed you by the hips and gave another tentative thrust.
You moaned his name, before pressing another kiss onto his lips, and moved your hips to the rhythm of his thrusts, moaning as he hit your sweet spots. His hands slid down your hips, finding the tempting curve of your ass. He squeezed gently, and you moaned again, pushing your face down into the crook of his neck. “You beautiful bastard.”
“That’s a new one.” he said with a chuckle, stroking your cheek. “You're so beautiful," he murmured, almost to himself. Each of his movements sends waves of ecstasy through you, regardless of the speed and Stephen grunted, his eyes never leaving yours as he gripped your thighs.
Stephen looked at you, your hair was clinging to your skin, creating a sleek and alluring look that left him mesmerized. He loved the way the water droplets glistened in your hair, the way it framed your face and accentuated your natural beauty. In fact, he loved everything about you.
And he couldn’t believe that you were his.
Notes:This is just a drabble, but still hope you enjoyed reading.
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Suit & Tie | S.S
Summary: A lovers’ quarrel turned into something quite (un)expected.
Word count: 3.8K (ahahaha! Ooops!!)
Warning: Just a minor spoiler with the wedding!! Established relationship, possessive behavior, subtle passive aggressiveness, jealous sex, exhibitionism, fingering, praise kink, unprotected p in v sex, suit kink (the suit stays on), inappropriate used of mirror dimension, brat taming, mild dom behavior, face slapping, creampied
A/N: are we surprised I wrote this at all? Honestly, it’s just filth. A long ass explicit filth! Grab yourself some water. Maybe shower afterward. No beta, so if missed anything, I apologize. If you enjoyed this, please comment or reblog. It means so much! If you like to get update on my future fic, please follow @wint3r-library
If there was one thing you learned from this was to never tease Strange.
You knew you were treading on dangerous ground when you decided to openly flirt with one of the men there. He hasn’t spoken to you or even acknowledged you, and you were his date–his current lover. You couldn’t help but feel jealous when you knew the type of history they shared. Not to mention that your doctor was looking extra sinful today with that suit after all. It took a lot out of you to just not jump his bone while you two were on your way here.
You could feel him eying you across the room with that piercing gaze of his, trying to take a sip of that martini calmly as possible when he was feeling all sorts of primal urges to drag you back here and showed everyone who you belong to. He knew it was partially his fault for asking you to come here with him just because he couldn’t face Christine himself. He knew it was unfair for you, yet he still insisted on you coming to this wedding as his plus-one. He just didn’t realize you were going to torture him like this. That sort of miscalculation was the reason that he now had to watch his woman talking to another man.
You let out another laugh, which drew his attention away from his own thoughts. This time, he noticed the young man’s hand was getting a bit too friendly on your waist. A brow quirked as he noticed the way you subtly removed his hand away from you with a polite smile, but he didn’t take the hint. Something inside him clicked. He didn’t mind the harmless flirting. What he did mind was the touching part.
No one touched what’s his.
Stephen chugged the rest of his drink and set it on an empty table before he made his way to you. Jealousy was practically seeping out of his pores as he inched closer to you that you couldn’t help but look his way.
“Doctor,” you breathed, welcoming his solace despite the intense gaze burning right through you. As much as you enjoyed teasing Strange, this little game of yours was becoming too nuisance. You were fine until your silly little pawn decided to touch you without your permission. Strange has made it clear to you many times that he doesn’t like anyone touching you, and you were quite aware of the consequences.
Strange would want retribution.
“Darling,” he forced a smile, the kind where his lips pressed together into a straight line and gave you that knowing look. You noticed the way his jaw clenched tightly that the muscles flickered and strained. His strong arm snaked around your waist possessively as he fiercely pulled you to his side. Warmness radiated off his large body and made your body tingle. The smell of his woodsy cologne filled your nostrils, making your head spin. “I’ve been looking for you.”
His voice was polite, but there was an edge to it that made your body shudder by the way his voice dropped an octave lower. Your body ached and throbbed.
“Well, I haven’t gone anywhere. Just here. Talking to a friend while you were busy chatting with Christine,” you replied with a smile.
“I was just catching up with an old friend, that’s all,” he replied back quickly. Stephen narrowed his eyes at the man before him. There was nothing special about him, yet somehow you picked him. The choice itself offended Strange. Surely, if you decided to make him jealous, you could at least pick someone better looking.
The young man was more than thrilled to meet Stephen, but both of you were too busy engaging in the battle of the will to bother to listen to him. Stephen suddenly took you by the hand before the young had time to finish talking. You tried to pull away, but his grip was stronger. You quickly apologized to the young man for your boyfriend's rudeness. Stephen rolled his eyes at that when he heard him calling after the two of you. With a flick of his fingers, the young man’s drink spilled all over himself, which caused a commotion.
“You’re being an ass right now, Stephen,” you hissed as he calmly escorted you out of the crowded room and into the quiet hall. He was walking too fast, taking long strides that made it impossible for you to keep up. The murmuring of the wedding guests in the main hall could be heard even if you and Strange were this far away.
“Oh you love it,” Strange muttered back. His grip tightened around your wrist, practically dragging you at this point. His clear sapphire eyes darkened like a raging storm waiting to unleash. With a wave of his hand, Strange opened up the mirror dimension. Reality cracked, shattered like glass as he dragged you inside. If the two of you were going to lash it out here, he’d rather no one heard about it. The perk of being a sorcerer.
You were still fuming to be aware that you were no longer in your world. “You’re being mean,” you whined as you pulled back, but Strange was stronger. With a quick turn, Strange stopped and pushed you against the stone rail. You hissed at the sharp coldness that pressed against your lower back. He caged you in with both arms on either side of you, trapping you there.
“Said the woman who abandoned her boyfriend.”
“Said the man who can’t get over his ex!” You bit back. You knew how to push his buttons, and right at this moment, you were practically slamming all of them.
You watched his nostrils flare as he inched closer. The smell of alcohol lingered on his breath as the heat of his body radiated off of him, warming you to your bone. You couldn’t tell if you were scared or aroused at this point. He was looking devilishly handsome, and the fierceness in his eyes was more than enough to get you wet.
“Choose your words wisely, darling,” he said in a slow and deliberate voice. A shiver rolled down your spine, and your pussy tingled.
“Or what?” you challenged. The simmering hurt you’ve been feeling all afternoon finally boiled over. “You started this, Stephen. You brought me here so I can watch you gawked over your ex-girlfriend.”
His hand reached out to cup your chin, watching you with half hooded eyes. His expression was unreadable, but whatever he was thinking, you continued anyway.
“So what if I was a bitch for trying to make you jealous? At least I don’t lie to myself, Stephen.” You were mumbling at the last part as angry tears threatened to fall, but you were better than that.
He remained silent but his fingers trained down till he reached the column of your neck. Instinctively, your head tipped back slightly, welcoming his touch. His callus fingers grazed just beneath your jawline, leaving your skin with goosebumps in its wake. Your breath shuddered as your rage slowly dissipated into a longing. You wanted–no you were wishing Stephen to curl those long, slender fingers of his around you. The anticipation made you ache terribly that a whine slipped right out of you.
“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, darling,” he finally said. The gray storm in his eyes still swirling. He was still fuming–still angry at your audacity to humiliate him like that.
“And neither does it look good on you,” you retorted back. Your voice came out no more than a breathless whisper. “But here we are.”
“I will not apologize for the way I acted in front of that man,” he said firmly, his hand trailing down. You let in a sharp intake as he laid his palm flatly against your chest. Your heart beat rapidly, practically bursting out of your chest as you glared up at him. “But, I will apologize for making you feel like I valued Christine more than you…”
You stopped breathing for a moment as your gaze softened. Strange continued, this thumb gently rubbed at your collar bone, eliciting a shaky breath out of you. “Christine will always be a presence in my life, but…she is my past. You on the other hand are my present.” my future.
You swallowed at his admission, realizing how much you have longed to hear those words out loud. How foolish of you to ever doubt him.
Stephen cradled your face in his hands. “Now do you understand why your little game has become a problem?” You couldn’t answer him. “I always thought you are my good girl, but you wounded me, darling. You wounded me and humiliated me. Whatever shall I do to you?”
His deep baritone voice was smooth like velvet. Each word melted off his tongue with a silent promise. You shuddered at what was to come.
“Are you going to break up with me?”
A smirk etched on his lips, cracking his sharp marbled features. His hand was now on the nape of your neck. A sharp exhale left your lips as his lips were only inches away from yours.
“You? Never. You'll always be mine, sweetheart.”
With that, his lips crushed yours, silencing whatever words you were about to say. Electricity flowed in your veins, buzzing and humming as his tongue danced with you. A low moan reverberated from deep within his chest as he pressed his hard body against your, trapping you there. His name fell from your lips like a breathless incantation as his hand roamed your body. His fingertips dug at your side.
Strange was kissing you along the jawline now, nipping and licking you without a thought. A surprised gasp tore from your lips while he hiked your leg up, ripping your dress slightly as he pressed his growing bulge right into your core.
“Stephen…” you managed to mutter before your eyes bulged out when you noticed the waitstaff starting pouring from the reception hall. “Stephen, please they are going to see us.”
He only replied with a grunt before slipping the straps of your dress off of your shoulders and beginning to kiss his way down to your chest. Another shaky breath left your lips as you pleaded with him, afraid to be seen in such a compromising position.
“Stephen…” you breathed when his lips found your mound. His tongue flickered and licked at the stiff bud. “They’re going to see us.”
“Then let them,” he grunted before he continued to suckle on your breast.
You whimper at his onslaught upon your senses, and your knees almost gave out when you noticed one of the staff was walking your way. You clenched your eyes shut as if you could hide your shameless display between your lover. You expected to hear a gasp or a scream, but none.
As you peered your eyes open, that person simply walked past the two of you as if you weren’t there. Confusion painted your expression as you looked down to find Stephen eyeing you with a knowing smirk but your attention was drawn away when he dropped to his knees, pulling your dress off of you till it pooled at your feet.
The cold air chilled your skin as you stood there feeling exposed. His long slender fingers grazed over the back of your thigh, allowing his short nails to drag into your skin slightly. A soft hiss escaped from you as his lips ghosted over your inner thigh. His hot breath fanned over your skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in its wake. Your pussy was pulsating to your quickening heartbeat, dampening the small flimsy fabric that shields you away from his piercing gaze.
“You’re soaking through your panty,” his voice was no more than a soft tremor as he kissed his way up. It was barely a few inches away from your aching core. His fingers probed and pressed against the clothed slit. You sucked in your breath as he grazed his fingers back and forth, and occasionally, he would push them inside you. It took everything in you to not whimper out loud from his torturous touch.
“Stephen, please. Someone will see us,” you pleaded pathetically.
A smile curved at the corner of his mouth before he stood up so abruptly. His hands slide to the curve of your ass. “No, they won’t. We’re in the mirror dimension, sweetheart. I control everything here.”
With a wave of his hand, the scenery before you folded and unfolded, changing the landscape like a kaleidoscope. The stone rail behind you turned into a large panel of a solid wall of glass. You could see cars and buses, even people walking. Yet, they were unaware of the naughty things you and Strange, their beloved sorcerer, were about to do.
“Then—”
“No one will see us here…Unless you want them to. In that case, I can arrange that as well.”
“No! don’t do that, Stephen!” you protested, trying to push him away, but fail.
A surge of excitement coursed through you when he pushed you backward till your back pressed against the cold hard glass. “Hold on to me,” he said before he lifted you up, causing you to yelp out loud. He hoisted you up higher, his hands slid underneath your ass to hold you as your legs wrapped around his taut waist. His lips found yours once again, kissing with a fervor that made your head spin. His straining erection was distinct, pressing against your pulsating core with a euphoric promise.
Your body was practically humming and buzzing at this point. The need to have him take you was the only thing you could think of.
Your attention was pulled back at the soft rumbling. The landscape changed once again as the glass wall slowly turned and folded into what resembled a flat, horizontal surface. Leaning over, Strange laid you there against the see-through floor. The image below was no more than black, moving dots.
The moment you let go of him, Strange quickly tried to shake off his jacket, but you stopped him.
“The suit stays on,” you bit your lips. You didn’t have to say it twice because his mouth was on yours, and he was hungrier than before.
His kiss was tongue and teeth. His fingers dug into your arms, making you wince slightly. You laid there with your head slightly dizzy, clearly drunk from his onslaught upon your senses. His hand was now cupping your breast, holding and squeezing it till you let out a muffled whine.
Tearing his lips away from yours, his mouth lowered to suck on one nipple. You moaned and quivered beneath him. Your hand clenched tightly around his arm. Your head tossed back as a throaty moan ripped right out of your lips. His tongue twirled and flicked over your sensitive bud. Occasionally, he would bite down hard enough to make you hiss before he ran his tongue over it. He repeated this a couple of times until both peaks were erected and straining outward before he moved to press his lips against the space between the valley of your breast.
He released his hold on your breast as he ran his fingers down your rib cage, then lower to your stomach. Further his fingers would go until they reached the juncture of your thighs. A breathless gasp left your lips as he slipped underneath your panty and delved into your welcoming heat. His thumb pressed over your clit, and your body tightened in response.
His lips pulled back into a snarl at the way your wetness coated his fingers.
“So wet and so needy for me, sweetie. I barely do anything to you,” he teased. His was no more than a rumble that set your nerve ablaze. You whispered out his name again as his fingers entered your warm, silken entrance while his thumb continued to press and circle against that swollen small bundle of nerves.
It took all of you to pull yourself together to watch him. His mouth was on your breast, sucking and licking your nipple while his fingers worked you, stroking your deeper and closer toward your ecstasy. You cradled his head there as your fingers combed through that perfectly combed salt and pepper hair.
A low moan rumbled in his chest, sending a soft vibration through you. Your body started to tighten as the coil that sat at the pit of your stomach threatened to snap.
“Baby, I’m very close,” you pleaded in a breathless panting. Stephen growled as he slid his fingers deeper till he was knuckled deep. He was pressing against the spongy spot that made you gasp. He curled his fingers here and there when he withdrew them out of you, eliciting delicious friction that surely pushed you further into the edge. It wasn’t long until you came, straining and spasming beneath him.
Stephen slowly withdrew his hand and watched you with a smirk on his face. He knew he shouldn’t give you the pleasure of cumming, but he couldn’t help the feeling of satisfaction of being the only person that can make you cum without sticking his cock in you. It was an arrogant thought, but he knew he had ruined you for anyone else at this point by the way he spoiled you.
“You’re a brat, Y/N,” he commented as he sucked on the fingers that were fucking you a few seconds ago. “You’re a spoiled, bratty, little cock slut, you know that?”
You whined as you cracked your eyes open. “I shouldn’t even let you cum. I should have just left you here high and dry, but because I'm feeling generous today, I let you cum. And what do I get in return? Humiliation. Do you think I deserved that humiliation?”
You shook your head frantically.
Strange hand suddenly flew to your cheek with a soft smack. You hissed but the suddenness of it. It didn’t hurt. It was more of a surprise that slowly melted into something more primal.
“I’m going to ask you again, do I deserve that humiliation?”
“No, doctor,” you whispered, biting your lower lips. You could feel your slick leaking out and rolled down till he gathered beneath you.
“And what do I deserve?” His pupils were practically blown wide as he stared at you.
“Me.”
Slap. “Wrong answer, sweetheart. What do I deserve–what do I get from you?”
“My tight little pussy,” you said bashfully. You could feel your face getting hotter at that admission. You weren’t good at dirty talking, but somehow with Strange, it was different. Somehow his authoritative demeanor just made you feel the need to please him any way he wanted.
“Good girl,” he praised and you could feel your heart flutter and soared. He pressed his forward head against yours while he took your hand in his. You sucked in your breath when he pressed your palm against his straining erection.
His eyes clenched tightly, mouth hung agape as he was rubbing himself against your palm. His breath shuddered here and there when you squeezed him slightly. His eyes flew open when you began to unfasten his pants and slide them down his hips. He was hard and heavy, ready to fuck all the attitude right out of you.
Grasping his shaft with your shaky hand, you gave him a few tugs first before lining himself at your entrance. Your pussy was practically quaking at the anticipation of being filled by him. You let out a unison moan when you pushed the head of his cock inside your swollen pussy. Strange stopped himself for a brief second, muscles strained slightly at the welcoming heat before he surged forward until he was fully sheathed inside you.
Your gasp mingled with his. You almost went over the edge by the way he stretched you out so deliciously, tormenting you with that desirous friction. He was overwhelming you in the best way possible, and you couldn’t wait for him to rail you to another dimension and back.
His fingers dug into your hips as he began to move. Your eyes widened at the ferocity and the urgency in his pace. His eyes narrowed as a low growl rumbled in his chest. His hands went flat against the space beside her face before he leaned down, pushing himself deeper inside you.
He withdrew himself all the way back and thrust forward, jolting your body slightly with each re-entry. His gaze burned into yours as your body was preparing for another rapture. Stephen leaned back before he reached down and grasped your legs and draped them over his shoulders. He was so much deeper now that every time he thrust forward, he pushed all the air right out of your lungs.
And just when you thought this was it, Strange slid his hands down underneath your ass and he began to really push into you, hard and forceful, sending waves upon waves of onslaught pleasure soaring through your body.
“Yes, yes, yes. Use me, doctor,” you mumbled in between your breathless panting. You came with a quick shout as he continued to pound into you again and again. Your eyes clenched tightly as your body rode out the orgasmic wave.
His nostrils flared, teeth bared as you squeezed him. Strange’s movement became erratic as he continued to withdraw and surge forward while his hands tightened against your hips. He was so impossibly deep, so far inside you that all you could feel is his pulsating cock driving in and out of your quivering heat.
Then he grunted as his body went rigid above you. Every muscle in his body flexed and tightened. His fingers dug into your flesh as he was practically flushed where your body joined.
“Mine,” he grunted almost animalistic as he came into you. Strange continued to thrust, spurting his cum deep inside you. His release seemed endless. You could feel him seeping out of you with every movement.
Then he was out of you.
You winched at the way he was spilling out of you. He was panting as he rolled onto his back. Perspiration painted his forehead. His salt and pepper hair stuck out in various directions.
“I lied,” you mumbled with your forearm over your eyes. “Jealousy does look good on you, doctor.”
Stephen only replied with a groan before he gave your nipple a gentle tug. “Try me again, and I'll have you strung above a building.”
You shivered at that, but you let out a soft chuckle anyway. You knew it wasn’t a threat. You knew what’s capable and willing to do to make his point known, and you fucking love it.
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JAMuary: 100 Drabbles Based on Songs (2024)
002. I Want It That Way - Clea Strange/Stephen Strange
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For Kinktober: Can you do aftercare with Stephen?
Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader
Kink: Aftercare
Warnings: 18+ smut, fluff. My first Doctor Strange fic!
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Warmth spread through your insides as your breathing returned from erratic to normal steadily. A thin line of sweat beads decorated your skin as you lay in your post-orgasmic glow, closing your eyes in bliss.
As you floated back to reality, you felt soft facial hair and softer lips graze against the skin of your shoulder, soothing sore spots with his tongue that smarted only slightly.
Limbs entangled with your lover, hair sprawled against the plush pillows, you let out a whine of protest when Stephen pulled his cock out of you carefully. Chuckling at your annoyance, he pressed a reassuring kiss against your cheek before heading to the bathroom to get you cleaned up.
A few months ago, if anybody told you the Master of the Mystic Arts would be such a sweetheart, you wouldn’t have believed them. Sure, the doctor wasn’t the easiest of people to get along, but there was an untapped softer side to him that wasn’t for everyone to see. You considered yourself one of the lucky ones.
What started off as a casual fling, was slowly but surely turning into something more.
When Stephen returned, you felt the bed dip beside you before warm, slightly trembling hands parted your legs to clean you up. You winced at the soreness you felt between your thighs as he gently wiped away his cum mixed with your arousal.
Surprised at the tenderness he was capable of, you sat up on your elbows to look at the man with a love-sick grin plastered on your face.
“You’re one big softie, Stephen Strange.”
“Don’t go broadcasting this or I’ll have to find ways to keep your mouth shut.” He smirked, crawling up to lay beside you, welcoming you in his arms as you lay your head on his firm chest.
“Threatening me with a good time?”
“You insatiable woman.” He chided playfully, unable to stop a grin that made its way to his handsome features.
“Only for you, Doctor.” You smirked, watching his grin widen as you winked at the man.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
Stephen declared the end of this conversation by descending his lips onto yours once again.
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Catching Doctor Strange watching prn
Obviously this one is NSFW - 18+ only please ❤️
He didn't intend to be sitting there watching porn, it was just one thing led to another and his mind started wandering. Next thing he knew he was watching a couple that looked kind of like the two of you going at it hard and fast. It wasn't some manufactured fake porn; it was a couple that were clearly truly enraptured with each other and enjoying each other as well as the camera being there. He would be lying if he said he didn't secretly want to video the two of you, and that the idea of someone watching it didn't turn him on a bit. He never wanted to actually share you, but the idea of showing off the pleasure he could bring you seemed awfully appealing. He wondered if you would smile knowingly at the camera the way this woman did. Like you knew that not only did you have your lover captivated but countless others. He imagined you would look even more goddesslike. Otherworldly
His mind was so wrapped up in what he was watching and his own thoughts that he had even completely forgotten you had been in the shower. So he was totally oblivious that the shower had turned off and he had been caught red handed for about a minute already. He only came back to his present surroundings when you cleared your throat as you were walking toward the bed, hair wet and wearing just his shirt. His body physically jumping and scrambling to close the cover on the tablet and silence the telltale sounds of sex coming from the speakers. He knew he looked guilty. He could feel his cheeks flushed red, and the large bulge in his sweatpants certainly didn't make him look any more innocent. The fact that you were smiling and let out a little giggle clearly unborthered and even entained at his fumbling didn't help him feel any less embarrassed though.
"Stephen, you do realize that you are allowed to watch porn right? You are an adult and we have sex, it's not exactly like it's something forbidden. In fact... sharing can be fun too. Care to show me what you were watching? Maybe I'll like it too."
You had climbed into bed next to him and crawled over so you were pressed to his side. Your arms looped loosely around his neck and your bare legs pulled up so your whole body curled against him like a cat. A teasing kiss below his ear fueling him to grab the tablet again and open it, pulling up the video he had been watching. The image of a nude woman with her head thrown back straddling her partners lap riding him, his mouth between her breasts and his hands gripping her ass, filled the screen. Before he could move to hit play you moved the video back to the beginning and started it. You threw in a quick little "they are attractive".
Stephen watched you from the corner of his eye as you watched the couple make out and strip each other bare. From the way your fingers started kneading his shoulder and playing with his hair he knew it was turning you on. So he couldn't help but notice you started to bite at your bottom lip when the man started eating his partner out and she turned her head to smile deviously at the camera as he devoured her. It was the same bit that had gotten his thoughts going earlier about making your own video. He turned to start placing kisses on your jawline, your attention staying on the screen, and the gears in his head started turning again.
"Hey sweetheart, I have a question for you. An idea really..."
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Come to Bed | Stephen Strange x Reader
Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader
Summary: Your husband, Stephen Strange, had been having many sleepless nights. He was stubborn, and practically addicted to his work. You weren't going to let this slide by any longer, you missed having him by your side for nights full of comfort.
Warning/s: One use of 'Mrs,' you can easily change this for your gender! Fluff, and more fluff. Fluff only.
Word count: approx 1k
Your husband had a knack for spending sleepless nights. Often times he would instead be found in the library doing some late-night reading, or he would be whisked away for duties and missions. You, of course, hated this. While you could understand him leaving to contain potentially life-threatening, world-ending threats. It frustrated you to no end when you would wake without him by your side, only to find him in the library, or doing work that could easily have waited till morning.
You respect his efforts, his drive to continuously improve. What you don’t respect is his neglect of his own health. And you prefer to fall asleep in the warm confines of his arms. Throughout the years you have known him though, you had learnt just how to push his buttons. He was wrapped around your finger, and you loved that.
So right at this moment as you sat in your shared king bed all by yourself, leant against the dark oak frame, you were annoyed. You wanted your husband to come to bed, and you were going to make that happen. Tugging back the red and gold comforter, you let your bare feet touched the cold wooden ground and a shiver ran up your spine. You clutched onto the sling ring on the bedside table, slipping it onto your fingers before creating a portal to the library. You knew very well that Stephen would be sat at his desk with his head in a book.
Lo and behold, there was the love of your life, leaning against one of his palms whilst the other clutched onto a large book. You sighed and with each step you took closer to Stephen, the soft fabric of his shirt ran against your mid-thigh.
“Stephen, lovely,” you spoke softly into his ear as you wrapped an arm around his shoulders from behind. Your other arm came around for your hand to sit gently on his chest while your head plonked itself on top of his. “Come to bed.”
“Just let me finish up here, Sweetheart.” Stephen places his hand over yours around his shoulders, caressing up and down your forearm as he continues to read.
“You say that, and then you’ll still be here when I wake up in the morning,” you mumble into his hair as you place a kiss to the crown of his head.
“I promise to join you tonight,” his eyes still never leaving the page.
“Please come to bed now.” You move your head, leaning it down on his shoulder as you press your lips right behind his ear in yet another gentle kiss. Your husband immediately sucks in a breath. Oh, how he never could resist you. “Please, Stephen.”
“I really have to finish reading this, Love.” He leans back in your hold, letting the book drop from his hand and onto the desk with a soft thud. You knew you had won. You just had to push the tiniest bit more.
“Can’t you finish it in the morning? It isn’t going anywhere.” Thanks to his previous movements, you were now able to step around and situate yourself on his lap, straddling him. Arms around his neck, you gave him your best doe eyes. Something you had perfected, and he couldn’t withstand. “Please, babe. You know you need to get some sleep.”
Stephen lifts a shaky hand, and with such a light touch, so soft you didn’t think it possible, he moved some fallen hair behind your ear. Those hands that held so much trauma, you loved, just as you loved the man in front of you more than anything in the multiverse. More than words could admit. They landed on your hips with a gentle hold as he leant forwards to brush his lips against yours.
“Does that mean you’ll come to bed?” You smiled, fingers brushing through the hair just above the nape of his neck. And you could see he was in pure bliss. He was overworked, stressed, tired, a multitude of other things.
“If it’ll make you happy,” Stephen leans forwards once more, mumbling against your lips before placing them with such tenderness on your own. His trembling hands had clutched the hem of your his shirt, pulling it up slightly, just enough to place them back on your hips, this time bare.
“It’ll make me very happy.” You caressed his jawline, facial hair scratching at the tips of your fingers.
“Let’s go to bed then, Darling.”
Stephen moves his hands under your buttocks, lifting you as he stands. Your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you back through the portal you had created earlier. Closing it behind him, he lays you on the bed before stepping back to remove his robes while you climb back under the covers, desperate for both his and their warmth.
In your tired state, you held your arms out to hurry along your now shirtless husband. With a chuckle, Stephen lays on his back and tugs you to him with an arm around your waist. Laying your head on his chest, you release a sigh of comfort and snuggle impossibly closer to the man you love. You rest your palm against the right side of his chest, his heartbeat allowing you to relax fully. With his free hand, Stephen rubs up and down the arm you had on his chest.
“You better still be in bed when I wake up,” you mumble with closed eyes.
“Of course.” He kisses your forehead, leaving his mouth to rest there afterwards, every few minutes you would feel the pressure of a tender kiss once more.
“I love you so much,” you turn your head to kiss his chest before getting comfortable once more.
“I love you more, Mrs Strange.”
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Hello! I'd like to request an Angst Stephen Strange with prompt 9 in a friends to lovers trope. Thank you and I hope you have a great day!!!
Stop saving my life | s.s.
Pairing: Stephen Strange x reader
Summary: You’ve been in love with Stephen for quite a while, but he’s always been unavailable. One day, you follow him into a suicide mission and you get to know that he’s not dating Christine as you thought.
Warnings: angst, friends to lovers trope, superheroes fight, presence of other characters such as Sam and Christine, language, fluff
Word count: 1K
A/N: hi! Thanks for the request, hope you like it!! Also a big THANK YOU to each and every one of you, because you follow me and you like my stories. Feedback is always appreciated by a writer! Hope y’all like it. Enjoy! X
Prompt: “Stop doing that or I’m gonna kiss you right now” (you’ll find it in the story marked in bold).
[This story participates to my 2.2K followers celebration party].
“You’re gonna get killed, Y/N. I’m serious,” Stephen says, while you’re wearing your jacket.
“I’m your partner, Stephen. If you think that you’re gonna go to a suicide mission without me, you’re wrong,” you affirm, then you go out from your room in the compound.
He follows you and you can hear his footsteps behind you, worried and angry at the same time because of your decision. The two of you have always been partners in missions, that’s how you became friends. After years of getting closer and closer, you’ve also fallen in love with him, but you’ve accepted a long time ago that he doesn’t feel the same. He didn’t tell you, you just guessed it, since he preferred to hang out with Christine rather than you. It wasn’t easy, but in the end you had to face the truth. That’s why you can’t leave him alone right one: there’s no one in the world that you care about more than Stephen Strange. If only he could let you do it, of course.
“I swear, I’m gonna tie you up to your bed, if you try to follow me,” he says and you laugh.
“Do you flirt with Christine in the same way? Now I understand why she’s dating somebody as funny as you,” you say, sarcastically.
“What? We’re not dating”.
His last words make you stop abruptly. You’ve spent the last two months thinking that he was in love with her and now he’s saying that they’re just friends. Why didn’t you know it?
“Stephen…”
“Guys, come on! The bad guys are not waiting for us!” Sam yells from the end of the hallway.
The two of you use a Portal to enter into the warehouse in which the criminals you’re supposed to arrest are. They can be handled by Stephen easily, apparently there are no aliens among them, as your mole told you. Maybe, deep down, the truth is you wanted to spend some more time with him, not just protect him.
You’re about to call Sam to tell him that you and Stephen can win this battle without his help and without the Avengers, but that’s when you see one of them make a scratch along Stephen’s cheek that you know it: the mole has betrayed you. Each one of the criminals, each one of them who fell to the ground, is now standing in circle around you and Stephen and the worst part is that they have powers.
Terror runs through your veins. You frantically search for the phone in your pockets, because apparently your headset dropped somewhere during the fight, but you can't find it. Stephen yells at you, but in the confusion of battle you don't hear him, so when one of the criminals throws you to the ground he takes you by surprise. You take it off with a well-aimed kick, then run to Stephen, who is struggling to hold off three at once. Fortunately, you notice in time that a quarter is about to hit him from behind, so you throw yourself on him and fall together to the ground.
Out of breath, you look up at the ceiling and hear a very loud noise. The other Avengers are probably on their way, but a voice in your head wonders if they'll make it in time.
A second later, the criminal from earlier charges back and throws you across the room. You hear Stephen scream your name out loud as he finally gets rid of the others. You can't even get up. Now you regret never confessing your feelings to Stephen. Just to let him know. Just to watch him squint, move his head to the side and curl his lips in a wry smile. You have revisited this scene so many times in your head, that if it happened right now in front of your eyes, you would remember one of those you imagined. You were foolish to be afraid of his reaction, because now a regret hurts you more now than telling a man how much you love him.
Then you hear it, loud and clear: the Avengers are finally here. While they’re fighting the others, Stephen is by your side, helping you to get up. He looks worried, but not for himself: for you.
“I told you not to come! You should have left me alone!
“What? You barely won against three of them, I was needed here!” You yell too, angrily, while he’s holding your hands.
“You should really stop doing that”.
“Doing what?”
“Saving my life!” He shouts. “Stop doing that or I’m gonna kiss you right now!”
“Then fucking do it!”
And he does. It’s rough and your cheeks are on fire, but it’s the best kiss you could ever get from him, because it’s real. He’s holding onto you for dear life, his grip on your back is firm and you can feel that he was scared of losing you. It seems like a punishment or a thing that you can do now because the both of you are still alive to do so, but whatever was his intention, you’re glad he did it.
When you look at him, out of breath, it’s like the time has frozen around you. You caress the scratch on his cheek, gently and he gives you a little smile.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. You saved me and I wasn’t thankful, but I was concerned that you could have gotten hurt. I couldn’t have forgiven myself,” he says.
“But I don’t understand… I thought that you liked Christine!”
He chuckles.
“Everytime I hung out with her, I talked about you,” he confesses and your heart melts at it.
“I love you, Stephen. And I was stupid for not telling you that,” you reply, feeling your eyes burning. You don’t want to cry in front of him, but he had to know that.
So his smile widens, he caresses your hips and tells you: “I love you, too”.
And you think that it’s the best thing you could ever tell you.
“Guys, can we please continue this conversation later?” Sam says, while fighting two of the criminals. You and Stephen laugh.
“Are you ready?” He asks you.
You give him a grin: “I was born ready!”
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My contribution to help you to unwind😉: calling him 'daddy' for the first time + Stephen Strange (female reader please)
thank you so much babes! this is actually one of my favorite tropes sdcscds
warnings: daddy kink, piv
send me a kink + character and i'll write a lil'something
He’s deep inside, cock throbbing with every slam of his hips. Your nails bite into his back, his teeth bite into your shoulder. Your bodies move in sync. Stephen’s cock provides a beautiful stretch, the pleasure overwhelming as his fingers play with your clit. You’re so close. You can taste your orgasm on your tongue, every nerve you have is electrified, the sound of your heart rings in your ears, cunt clenching and squeezing around his thick length– Fuck, he makes you feel so good–
“Daddy, please–” you suddenly blurt out much to your horror. His hips still, head raising to meet your gaze, you stare at the ceiling. “I-I mean– I–”
“Daddy?” his lips twist into a mischievous smirk. When you refuse to meet his gaze, he mouths the underside of your jaw, tongue tasting the salt of your skin. “Do you want daddy to make you come?”
“Yes–”
As soon as the word leaves your mouth he’s pounding into you relentlessly. The world around you spins. A series of daddies tumbles out of your lips, he drowns it out with a searing kiss, tongue delving deep into your mouth, he rolls his hips and your clit at the same time.
You’re seeing stars, you part from him with a loud, guttural moan. Your jaw slack, slick gushes down your thighs. Everything feels so wet now. You pant heavily. Stephen peppers your face with soft kisses before pressing his lips against your flushed ear.
“Daddy’s not done with you yet.”
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