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jawabear · 2 years
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His bed (Dr Stephen Strange x Reader)
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Not my GIF (i really cannot get over his bed)
A/n: So it's been a while since I wrote anything so this probably sucks. But I hope you enjoy it. There are no spoilers for MoM so you're good to read this if you haven't seen it, but it's an amazing film. But yeah, enjoy some spicy Strange smut.
Genre: smut
Warnings: fem!reader (she/her), RP (Doctor, patient), general smutty things, his come is meds(?), little bit of dirty talk
Summary: His bed is far to comfortable to leave, his girlfriend finds a way to convince him to let her stay there all day...
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If there was anything she loved about being in a relationship with Dr Stephen Strange, it would be his lavish bed. 
Of course she loved him, she loved everything about him, even his annoying stubbornness at times. She loved that he didn’t try to be something he wasn’t. He knew his strengths and he knew his weaknesses. He embraced them, even if only with her. 
But his bed was something else entirely. She loved going to bed stores and would lay on every single one of them, but his was a cut above the rest. It was the perfect plus mattress. Not too firm but not too soft. She felt like she was sinking but she knew something would catch her. She could lay in it all day. And thats what she planned to do. 
She stretched out and rolled onto her back feeling more at peace then she had in a long time. It was like she was sleeping on a cloud. Only one thing could make it better, if Stephen was next to her. 
“Are you planning on being a productive human today? Or are you going to lay there and look pretty all day?” Stephen appeared next to her seemingly out of nowhere (she knew better now than to ask) with two cups of steaming tea. One for him and one for her. She smiled up at him and gratefully took the tea from him, sitting up a little in order to drink it safely. He came and sat next to her. 
“You think I’m pretty?” She asked looking at him with wide eyes and she sipped her tea. 
“The prettiest, baby” he chuckled. She placed her tea on the bedside table and moved back onto her back. “Seriously, are you going to get up at all today?”
“I don’t want to” she whined “your bed is too comfy. I can’t leave it” she paused for a second and looked up at him with pleading eyes. “I think I’m sick. I can’t leave the bed” 
“You think you’re sick?” He asked playing along. She pouted and nodded “well then, let me have a look at you. Have to check you’re not contagious” he pressed the back of his hand to her forehead and hummed playfully in thought. “You are insanely hot” he commented. “Maybe I should do a full body check. Just to make sure”
It was lowkey cringe but also somewhat sexy of him to say such a thing. Her tummy swirled as he stood and pulled the blankets off her to reveal her almost naked body, she was dressed only in one of his very old shirts that he had no need for anymore. “But tell me” he began as he swung himself onto the bed in between her legs, spreading them apart so he could nestle so close to her wet pussy. “What really seems to be the problem with you?”
“I feel…” she thought for a moment about her answer, figuring out the best one to give for what she wanted to receive from him “unsatisfied” Strange quirked an eyebrow at her. “That’s why I just want to lay in bed. I have no satisfaction outside of it”
“Well then, we can’t have that can we?” He said as he leaned down and pressed his lips to her in a deep kiss which grew more and more heated. She hummed and lifted one of her legs over his hip. “Hmm? You seem pretty satisfied to me. Is a simple kiss enough to tide you over?” He tried to pull back after his cocky remark but she wouldn’t have it. 
She moaned and shook her head, pulling his head back down she kissed him more feverishly. “Need more” she mumbled against his lips “need a larger dose of you, Doctor. Need all you can give me” 
“As a doctor, I’m in no place to deny you what you need. As long as you promise to take your medicine like a good girl”
“Yes. Yes sir I will. I won’t make a fuss or anything. I’ll take whatever you give me” she breathed desperately. 
His long and talented fingers trailed down her body and settled in between her legs, teasing her wetness. “So wet” he whispered against her lips. “This will make administering the medicine all the more easier. And pleasurable…” he growled the word and moved his lips down to her neck, sucking and licking at her skin. She rolled her head back, submitting fully to him and his touch. 
Stephen circles his fingers around her clit making her bite her bottom lip and moan. “You definitely are unsatisfied if this is enough to get you moaning like that. Maybe you don’t need the dose”
“No!” She protested “please. Need it all. Want it all!” She begged bucking her hips into his hand for more friction.  “Love it when you touch me, Doctor Strange” she knew that the name did to him align from her lips the way it did. It drove him wild. He would turn into an estranged man and loose himself completely within her. 
He grit his teeth as he spoke, “do you?” He asked “do you love it? Love it when your doctor touches you like this? Stroking your wet pussy like this? Teasing that pretty clit?”
“Yes” she panted as his finger rubbed fast circles around her sensitive bud of nerves. He was pulling her ever closer to her climax. Her knees were bend and her toes were curling at the blinding pace he had set in motion. But even still she wanted more. She needed more. “More” she whispered mindlessly. 
“More?” He chuckled mockingly.
“Yes!” she cried out as his fingers slipped into her hole, restarting his fast pace, doing his fingers in and out of her. “Yes! Want that! Fuck! I want you! Want you to make me forget! Just want to know you!” 
His dick practically jumped in his loose fitting trousers. She had never been quite so desperate for him before. Either she was dedicated to the character, or he really hadn’t been satisfying her needs lately. He was hoping it would be the former. Ever the cocky man.
Her fingers flew to his shoulders and dug her nails into the thin fabric of the shirt he was wearing. “Gonna come?” He asked her. He quickened his pace slightly wanting to pull her over the edge so that he could fuck her. 
“Yes, yes, yes” she pleaded it like a mantra. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her walls fluttered around his fingers, her body shaking from the pleasure. “Fuck! Stephen!” She cried. 
He slowed his fingers down until he came to a stop and pressed his lips to hers. “Still want more? You look pretty fucked out already” he was always so cocky, even when he was desperate himself.
“Please Stephen” she begged “please. Fuck me. Use me. Make me feel better”
He was in absolutely no position to deny her request, so, with the help of a spell, he shed his clothes and lined himself up with her soaking hole. He could’ve stared at it for hours but his own pleasure was calling him. He gave his length a few tugs before pushing himself into her. A grunt sounded from the back of his throat as he bottomed out in her. 
“Fuck baby. So wet” he moaned as he kissed her again. “I love you so much”
“Love you too, Stephen” 
He hiked her legs up almost folding her in half as he fucked himself into her at a mind bending pace. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were rolled all the way back in her head. She let out a drawn out moan of his name. She managed to move her hands to his hair messing it up completely in her pleasure even after he spent so much time making it look perfect like he always did. 
“Always so perfect baby” he grunted. His hands gripped the pillow either side of her head as he pushed himself into her faster and harder than he had ever gone before. He still wasn’t sure if she was just making a story line to get him into bed or if she actually wasn’t being satisfied enough. He couldn’t live with himself if he knew he wasn’t satisfying his queen properly. 
He could feel her overstimulated hole begin pulsing around him only shortening the length he could hold out before he came for her. “Keep doing that and I’m gonna come all too soon” he told her in a deep voice which only made her stomach swirl all the more. She moaned a little too loudly for her own liking but it was very much to his liking. The sound pulling him ever closer to his end “fuck…”
“Please Dr Strange…” she whispered in a voice full of bliss. “Need to…finish the dosage…”
“Oh don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll keep you more than enough to keep you going” he slammed his hips into hers making her back arch off the bed before he moved on of his fingers between their bodies and began rubbing unbelievably quick circles on her clit. She let out an inaudible scream as she tried not too loose her mind in the insane pleasure he was giving her. 
“Please…please, Stephen” she begged breathlessly “wanna come. Need to come…gonna…come..” Her voice grew higher in pitch with every word, a telltale sign to him that she was going to come. 
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me. Be a good patient and come for me. Take your meds like a good girl” 
Her nails dug into his scalp as she came, her hole pulsing around his length making his head spin as he came soon after her. Neither of them were able to make a single though for a moment before his lips fell on hers. “I’ve got you baby” he whispered against them as he began to slow his thrusts to a stop.
For a moment more, they stayed in the same positions, both panting and trying to gather any kind of reminisce of the English language. 
(Y/N) loosened her grip on his hair and began slowly running her fingers through the now messy strands. He slowly pulled himself out of her and fell onto the bed next to her. 
“My love…” she sighed contently as she smiled. 
“Need a minuet…” he hummed. He lifted his arm over his eyes. She rolled onto her side and ran her hand up and down his still heaving chest. 
“Did I tire you, Doctor?” She teased “maybe staying in bed all day isn’t such a bad idea now is it?”
He let out breathless laugh and dropped his arm to look at her “was that your plan all along?”
“And if it was?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. 
He rolled onto his side and pulled her into his arms “a sick patient needs her bedrest. Especially after such a treatment”
“That doesn’t explain why you’re here”
“A good doctor always stays to observe for side effects”
23/05/22
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lokidokieokie · 1 year
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A Clumsy Pursuit
Summary: Stephen wants to ask you out, but the universe seems to be against him.
Pairing: Stephen Strange x Receptionist!Fem!Reader
Warning(s): none really, fluff and humour
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Stephen had always been a man of precision and control. He could manipulate time, space, and reality with a flick of his wrist, but when it came to matters of the heart, he was completely clueless. That was until he met you, the receptionist at the Avengers Tower.
You were one of the few people in the tower who could make him feel at ease. You had a way of calming his nerves, and he found himself seeking your company more and more. He had never felt this way about anyone before--not even Christine--and it was a completely foreign feeling for him.
He had decided that he was going to pursue you. He had planned to take you out on a date, but things never seemed to go as planned. He was always so clumsy around you, and everything he did seemed to make you laugh.
One day, he had brought you a cup of coffee, but as he handed it to you, he spilled it all over your desk. You had just laughed it off, helping him clean up the mess. He had never felt so embarrassed in his life, but your laugh had made him feel a bit better.
Another time, he had tried to impress you by showing off his levitation skills, but he ended up losing control and crashing into a bookshelf. You had rushed over to make sure he was okay, and once again, you had laughed it off.
Despite all his clumsy attempts, he never gave up. He was determined to win your heart. He had finally mustered up the courage to ask you out, but just as he was about to speak, he accidentally tripped over his own feet and stumbled into you.
You had caught him, and he looked up at you, feeling mortified. But then, you had smiled at him, and he felt like everything was going to be okay.
"Stephen, I think you're adorable," you said. "And I'd love to go out with you."
He felt like he was on top of the world. He couldn't believe that you had agreed to go out with him. He grinned from ear to ear, feeling like he was finally getting the hang of this whole romance thing.
As you walked away, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over him. He knew that he had a lot to learn when it came to love, but he was willing to do whatever it took to make you happy.
He had finally found the missing piece to his life, and it was all thanks to you.
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A/N I'm back baby!
🏷 @thewaithfuckingannoyme @evelyn-kingsley @moonlight-ee  @ironstrange1991 
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multific · 2 years
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Another Reality
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Stephen Strange x Reader
Summary: America found a rather interesting multiverse. One, which Steven never would have believed existed if he didn't see it with his own two eyes.
"So, you are from the multiverse." The Stephen standing in front of them looked, a little younger somehow and tired, very tired.
Wong eyed the man before turning to America.
"Where did you bring us this time?"
"I don't know. I still don't have full control over my power." argued the girl, but Stephen was looking at his other version.
"So, what is your life like? Did you marry Christine?"
"Christine?" laughed the other Strange. "No, she married someone, has two children know. I found someone else."
"Wait, you are married?" asked Wong.
"Yes." he showed his ring. "After Christine got married, I realized, while yes I do love her, I cannot be alone forever, so, I found someone else, or rather she found be but, none the less, I am married, happily at that."
Stephen couldn't wrap his head around this. How could he find someone? No one compared to Christine in his mind.
"Sweetheart, that's my ear, please." all turned to the voice, seeing a young woman walk into the room with a baby grabbing onto her earring.
The baby girl was obviously very interested in her mother's silver earring as it did not want to let go even when her hands were pulled away.
"Is she troubling you?" asked your husband.
"Not really, she should be sleeping but-" and then you noticed the people in the room. "What did you do?" you turned to your husband with a little angry expression.
"Why do you think I did something?" asked the man, offended. You gave him a look but then he nodded. "Right, okay, but this time, I swear it wasn't me."
"Hi. Are you the wife?" asked America as she walked over to you. "Cute baby." you gave her a smile.
"I like your pin." you said noticing the pin of her jacket. "Would you like to hold her? She likes to grab things so be warned."
America got the baby and smiled as the kid laughed and toucher her cheek.
"I like her." she turned to her Stephen and Wong as she held the little girl.
"Darling?" turned your husband to you.
"Hm?"
"We need to help them get home, do you have the spellbook?"
"Did you check my room?"
"I rather not go into your room, Dear. I feel like I enter Satan's lair every time I do."
"I don't sacrifice stuff, Stephen. You are saying that because of the candles and the dark walls, but I'm nothing but an ordinary witch, you know that."
Stephen rolled his eyes before he turned to his other self and Wong.
"She says that but she killed Thanos' entire army with a snap of her finger.”
It was your turn to roll your eyes as you turned to your guests.
"Would you like something to eat? I made some lasagna yesterday."
"YES!" America turned and yelled so loud, your baby got scared and started to cry. America panicked and tried to hand you back the kid, but your husband was faster. You walked to the kitchen to get the food ready.
He held his daughter and lulled her back to sleep.
Stephen and Wong watched the scene, as this small delicate little thing calmed down and started to play with her father's necklace. They watched as he placed a kiss on top of her head.
"Eat with us, then I will make her get the book from that room."
"I heard that." you yelled from the kitchen.
Throughout the entire day, America, Wong and Stephen just watched the couple. You and your Stephen got along very well, even if you did bicker from time to time, they could tell, the love was real. And the best proof of that was the little girl in your arms. The baby was the reason you two were so sleepy, you told them many stories, you told them the story of how you gave birth.
"He freak out! He started running up and down, opening portal to every possible dimension other than the hospital." you laughed.
"I did not freak out!"
"Oh, he did. I laughed so hard, but then I also felt the pain. Eventually, I got to the hospital and was able to finally give birth. He was there all along, holding my hand, making sure we were both okay. And then we could finally hold her."
"Most precious thing in my life." your husband nodded.
The three smiled at the couple and Stephen knew, he might need to rethink his life choices.
Finally America would be able o open the portal, so they could go home.
Your husband stepped over to Stephen before they left and said. "Find her."
And soon, Stephen was standing in his Sanctum once again.
His Sanctum, quiet, no laugher or bickering, no baby or wife. Just him. He couldn’t stop thinking about you and the child, about how that could be his reality.
Wong headed back to Kamar-Taj with America, not making a single comment. He trusted his friend enough to know what they just saw will be important to him.
And so, Stephen headed out into the world, trying to find the ordinary witch who will give a new purpose to his life.
Part 2
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halloweenfrills · 2 months
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You needed the work, the money, it's always about the money, so that's why you're here in New York working as a maid for Dr. Stephen Strange, the brilliant, egotistical, surgeon. Well, he was a surgeon until the accident but kept the brilliant and egotistical part.
The place was sleek and spotless, exactly how you'd imagine a surgeon's penthouse would be, and it was all thanks to you that it was kept that way.
Every week a check was deposited into your bank account by Mr. Strange at midnight and almost instantly it was all taken in an attempt to pay off your debt. So you kept working even when he was insufferable.
"Don't wear that again."
So you didn't.
"You missed some dust along the piano keys."
A piano you'll never be able to play.
"The tea has gotten cold."
Maybe you should have drank it faster instead of researching for more doctors to fix your hands.
"Don't look at me with pity! Do you know who I am?"
Of course you knew. And you didn't dare look again as his hands shook.
No matter the remark or insult you held your tongue in front of Dr. Stephen Strange.
"You know...I'm beginning to think you like it.", Dr. Strange sighs at you while you kneel, wiping the tea that spilled onto the black glass table, you were used to cleaning up after him when his shaking hands failed to do the simplest task. "Like what?", you question, grabbing another paper towel to collect the last drop of tea. "Don't play stupid.", he rolls his eyes as you glanced up, standing to your height as he sits, scarred fingers trying desperately to keep the cup still in his lap.
It's easier to not reply, to just walk away and do your job when he gets into his moods, you knew he simply lashes out with harsh words to make up for how he mourns at the loss of his hands. So, you move to turn away but quickly find he's grabbed the hem of your dress to hold you in place. "Dr.?", you begin to question until he hisses in surprise pain, the tea spilling into his lap. "Dammit-", he groans, his head laying back against the chair, one hand still gripping your clothing.
As simple as it would be to walk from his grasp, you don't, unsure what to do because he's never stopped you in your steps before. "What are you waiting for? Clean it up.", he demands, annoyed blue orbs snapping up to you.
Work. You're working. You have to remember that. Because as much of an asshole Stephen Strange is, you can't deny how handsome he is, cruel blue eyes and a radient confidence, all topped off with dark hair and striking silver streaks. "Yes. Yes, sir.", you almost whisper out, grabbing the towels again.
Bending over him, you begin to dab the wet fabric that began to cling to his lap, feeling like you were doing something wrong although he told you to do it. His fingers let go of the hem of your dress but surprisingly went to your thigh, his fingers tracing your bare skin. Blinking, your gaze went to his face that was watching you intently, "Keep cleaning.", he instructs. You said nothing, feeling yourself caught up in the moment as you rubbed at his lap, feeling the doctor begin to grow beneath your touch.
"You think I'm helpless?", Stephen hums, your mind focusing on the circle his fingers were tracing on your inner thigh, trying to keep it steady while you were now stroking him over his wet pants. "You think I can't do what you're doing right now?", you shook your head, not wanting to doubt him as his deep voice was tempting you to melt like butter, the muscles between your thighs beginning to tighten at the thought of him touching you.
"My hands may shake but I can make you feel things that would transport your spirit right out of your body.", he challenged, this time cupping you with his large scarred hand, the feeling making you gasp and push yourself shamelessly back against his touch.
"Stephen?", you question, his hand staying put as your own hand stilled, simply feeling him against your palm. "Doctor.", he corrects you, moving his hand to lift your dress, pushing your lower back to make you arch more. You didn't mind his unsteady grasp, letting yourself give in to what he wanted to do. "Doctor.", you say this time which results in him petting between your legs in a way of praising you for obeying.
The question you had died on your tongue as your mind was beginning to become fuzzy, only focusing on the tingling feeling Dr. Strange was awakening inside you. He was beginning to throb harder while you slowly resumed stroking him. "I know. It must feel good.", he purrs, his voice close to your ear, the fabric of your panties beginning to become damp and clinging to you the same way the spilled tea made his pants cling to his lap. "It does.", you admit, trying to not squirm and become greedy for what you were chasing.
"You're too easy to read, you know that?", he chuckles, his two fingers moving up to press your clit which was aching for attention at this point. "Too. Easy. Too. Read.", he brags, tapping your clit harshly with each word.
By now you weren't focused on stroking him but he didn't seem to mind. What he wanted right now was to prove a point, even if the point was your pleasure this was about him boosting his already inflated ego. Words kept failing to form in your brain, it's been too long since someone else touched you so all you could do was whimper, your body language begging for more.
Dr. Strange took in your whining, using his shaky hands to pull down your panties, the wet fabric leaving your body making you shiver and your skin break out in chills at being so exposed to him now, so vulnerable, unashamed of how needy he's making you. Within seconds his touch returned, parting your lips to spread you open so his ring finger could pet your entrance, teasing your now soaked heat that was begging for something inside. It was impressive what his injured hands were capable of, your free hand now grasping desperately at the leather chair he sat in.
"I don't pity you.", you whisper, the first coherent thing you could get to leave your lips as he finally sank two fingers inside of you, hooking them, petting inside where it felt so sweet.
"Get ready to see the stars.", Stephen replies, beginning to fuck you with his fingers, the scars massaging your walls as they grasped his fingers as if your life depended on it. Your thighs were starting to quake, your breath coming in short gasps as you knew your face was flushed at the fire beginning to burn in your belly. You needed this. He needed this. Dr. Strange needed to see you get off, watching as your arousal was beginning to run down your thighs, those shaky hands working their magic on you as you fucked yourself back onto his fingers thrusting.
"Gpod girl."
"Look how wet you are."
"I can tell you're getting close."
His voice urged you on until he gave what was promised, a trip to the stars, it felt like you left your body as your orgasm ripped through you and turned you into a shaking mess for Dr. Stephen Strange.
The feeling of his fingers pulling from you draws a whine that sounds so desperate, aching already to be filled. With one shaky hand he grabs your chin, bringing the fingers that had been inside of you to your lips which you immediately took inside your mouth, sucking your own arousal from them. Dr. Strange watches in amused fascination, smug, knowing he was the best despite his injuries. You watched his lips part while your tongue ran along the scars of his fingers, almost drooling onto his hand, wanting to make him feel as good as you did.
"Hungry for more?", he asks, raising an eyebrow at you.
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Beautiful | Stephen Strange x male reader
genre: fluff (a little bit of hurt? but i dont think it counts)
requested: no
summary: Stephen Strange, although known for having an overinflated ego, had an insecurity that nobody was shy about pointing out. Then, he's introduced to a man who never pried, and he couldn't help but fall.
a/n: this is my longest fic so far, and im a little proud of the length! in all honesty, this fic is just two different ideas mushed into one, so if it doesn't flow quite well, that would be why. also, all of my dr strange fics so far have ended in confession?? very strange... pun not intended.
word count: 3.2k
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In all the time Stephen had known you, he’d never shown you his hands. From the moment Wong introduced you as his friend and every interaction since, he’d wear some form of gloves. Although he knew they were nothing to be ashamed of, he despised the scars, the bumps, the rods, and how evident the unsteadiness in his hands were without coverings. Every time he saw the unsightly things, he’d clench them into fists, and want to punch the nearest wall when even that felt weak. His mind convinced him that, if his reaction to his own hands was this bad, how much worse would it be for others? So he hid them around as many people as possible, and those who knew never brought it up. 
Unfortunately, those who didn’t know were a different story. Sometimes they’d ask about his gloves, especially when it was a person he’d see often. The lady at the store, the barista at the cafe he frequented, non-magical librarians, and the rest. They’d all asked him about his gloves at least once at some point. Why he wore them, that they’d never seen him without them, that he must be hot wearing them in this weather, etcetera. 
But not you. You’d never asked, never brought it up, never even so much as looked at them weirdly besides the first time you met when you’d observed them for a second longer than usual. Stephen hadn’t realized how much he was bothered by how others thought of his hands until you offered him a safe space to simply exist without consciously thinking about them, and it allowed him to feel comforted around you. He began to crave your company whenever he was being questioned about his gloves, and even just in general when he was alone. He wanted to fill every free moment he had with memories of you. 
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“I want to tell him.” The sound of Stephen’s voice broke the silence in the library, causing Wong to look up from the book he was looking at in confusion. 
“Tell who what?” Wong took in the sight of Stephen leaning on a desk with his face resting on his hand and decided to close the book, sensing a longer conversation coming. Stephen broke his dazed gaze and looked up at the librarian, eyes conveying the message of “seriously?” clearly. 
“You know who. I want to tell him about my hands!” The sorcerer stood up straight and brought both gloved hands up into clear view to emphasize his point. He then turned and started to pace around. Wong was unsure how to react. He was aware of Stephen’s developing feelings for his friend, but this was an unexpected turn of events. Although he’d shown an interest in possibly developing a romantic relationship with someone, his hands hadn’t been mentioned in any way, shape, or form.
“That's rather sudden. What brought this on?" Stephen’s pacing stopped and his body visibly tensed instead. Wong could feel the hesitance to speak undulating off of him in waves, and thought the conversation was over for a moment, until the man turned around with a look of determination in his eyes. 
“He… I feel safe around him, Wong,” the man spoke as though it physically pained him to get the words out, but pressed on. “I want him to know. More. About me. I want to share parts of myself with him.” He took in a breath and started pacing again. “Is that weird? I feel like that’s weird.”
“Who would’ve thought, Doctor Stephen Strange talking about his feelings.” Wong let out an amused chuckle until it was shut down by a glare. 
“Sorry.”
Wong cleared his throat before speaking again. 
“I don’t think it’s weird, I think you’re just…” 
“Just what?”
“Lovesick?” At that, Stephen let out an incredulous scoff and rolled his eyes so hard they nearly fell out of their sockets. 
“I don’t get lovesick, Wong. I’m an adult, not some childish teenager who isn’t in control of his feelings. I-”
“Am lovesick.”
“Am not!” The man turned with a little more force than necessary, shakiness in his hands noticeable even while wearing his gloves and from afar. A few moments passed, and he took a deep breath to steady himself while Wong stood strong, chin up and proud. 
“Sorry.”
“You know I’m right.” 
“Yeah, I do. Dammit.” The man sighed and buried his face into his hands, only to pull them away and stare at them when the tremors got worse. Now Wong was shocked. A bit of agitation and aggressiveness wasn’t entirely out of character for the man, but admitting being wrong was a once in a lifetime occurrence.
“Do you think I should do it?” He looked up from his hands, making eye contact with the librarian. The raw vulnerability in his eyes shocked Wong even further, if that were possible. 
“I can’t decide for you, Stephen. But I can say that, if you do choose to tell him, you have nothing to be afraid of.”
The two shared a quick look of understanding and Wong went back to flipping through his book while Stephen steeled his resolve and portaled away. 
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Even after his talk with Wong, Stephen spent a week mulling over how he would go about telling you about his past, even considering abandoning the idea altogether at times. Nevertheless, he managed to come up with a plan and ask you to come over to the Sanctum. 
You arrived in the evening when the sun was a couple minutes away from beginning to set, and Stephen was a bundle of nerves trying its best to look like a functioning human being. The two of you spent a handful of minutes chatting and getting over the initial nervousness of being together alone, and ended up sitting on a couch somewhere in the endless building. 
“So, why’d you call me over here?” You inquired during a halt in conversation, taking a sip of the tea Stephen made. 
“Can’t I ask a friend over? To socialize and talk?” Even to him, the attempt at steering the conversation away from the main point was pathetic. He winced when you raised an eyebrow at him. 
“Right, because you’re just so sociable.” You placed the teacup on the coffee table in front of you and turned your body to face the other man on the couch. He did the same, but chose to look at his gloved hands that sat on his lap instead. 
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah—yeah, everything’s fine. I just—” He let a sigh slip from his lips and looked up from his hands, choosing to look at your face instead. After a moment of silence and thinking, he spoke. 
“Why haven’t you asked about my hands?” 
Well that wasn’t what he meant to say. 
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and you started to grow a bit worried since he hadn’t ever brought up the topic of his hands around you. 
“Well, it’s not really my business, is it? Sure, I was curious, but if I needed to know, you’d tell me in your own time.” You chose to answer his question honestly and it seemed to be the right choice as the sorcerer seemed a bit more relaxed. 
“Right. Speaking of telling you, that’s actually why I asked you here today.” He took in a breath and let it out slowly.” I think you know I used to be a neurosurgeon, but the reason I looked for Kamar-Taj was… Ah, it might be better to just show you, actually.” You watched as he began tugging off his gloves, the action hesitant at first. Then you saw the “fuck it” moment in his expression, and his gloves were off in a blink. You thought your expression was fairly neutral, but Stephen was able to see the shock in your eyes and heard the sharp intake of breath through your nose. 
“You can touch them, if you want,” he commented when he noticed your hands hovering in front of you, as though they wanted to touch but weren’t sure if they were allowed. You looked up at his face, gaining confirmation that he meant the words through the sincerity in his eyes. You also caught a trace of nervousness, and your heart softened. This meant a lot to him. You knew Stephen wasn’t the type to open up easily, and this moment was one of extreme vulnerability. The fact that he trusted you enough to share it with you could’ve brought tears to your eyes. 
Focusing back on his hands, you tentatively reached out and scooped one up in each hand, allowing your thumbs to trace over some of the scars and rods inside of his fingers. Your hands shook as well, but they were as still as statues in comparison to the trembling of his. 
“I got into a car accident. Well, more like I drove myself off a cliff because of my overinflated ego.” He chuckled, but there was little humor in his voice. “A lot of the scars are from surgeries, to get them to stop shaking. Safe to say they didn’t work. The only thing they did was make my hands look hideous.” At that, you looked back up at his face in shock. 
“You think they’re hideous?” His expression shifted to one of confusion.
“Yes? Do you not see them? They’re mangled and—and broken, they’re more metal than skin and bones, they’re—”
“Beautiful.” 
You didn’t think it was possible for someone to look that astonished. 
“At least, that’s what I think.” When it became clear that he wasn’t going to speak anytime soon, you continued. “I mean, like you said, you used to be a surgeon, right? That couldn’t have been easy, so it’s pretty crazy that they were capable of surgery. Even now, they’re doing incredible sorcery and saving lives—because you want to save them, not as a side effect of greed this time.” Although it may have sounded mean, you knew Stephen used to be driven by money and ego, and you knew he was thinking that as a rebuttal, so you had to get it out of the way. “But besides what they can do, I think they’re great just because they’re yours, and I think you’re pretty great, Stephen. Your scars tell a big part of your story and what made you who you are now, even if it wasn’t the prettiest process.” 
That was when the waterworks began. It was only a few tears slowly rolling down his cheeks, but they held the weight of a waterfall of emotion. When he realized, he sniffed and quickly pulled his hands away to wipe the tears away with them, looking away. 
“God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to start crying, I just…” He trailed off and looked back at you who looked at him with such understanding, patience, and openness that a few more tears slipped out. 
“I think I really needed that.”
When you embraced him in the most comforting hug he’s ever experienced, he knew. 
He knew that he was utterly and irrevocably in love with you. 
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“The queerbaiting was terrible! They could’ve made the most iconic gay couple in all of film history, but they threw it away for a poory forced together last minute hetero couple.” 
You were currently dragging Stephen along with you to take a walk because you insisted that “the weather’s so nice today, we should enjoy it!” and he couldn’t ever say no to you, and you ended up ranting about a TV show and why you hated it. Stephen didn’t really understand as he didn’t watch new films often, but was too busy staring at you to care. Anyone could see the pure love and admiration in his eyes as he drank in your figure under the warm light of the sunset, wishing that he could hold your hand or lean in and kiss you more than anything. As the sun went down and the streetlights turned on, the two of you settled into a comfortable silence. Silence that was soon interrupted by the sounds of rain hitting the pavement around you. 
“Ah, shit. I didn’t think it was gonna rain,” you shivered and crossed your arms over your chest in an attempt to maintain some warmth. Immediately, Stephen pulled the cloak in the form of a scarf from his neck, allowed it to transform back into a cloak, and slipped it over your shoulders in a single smooth movement. He held on to the lapels and adjusted it, making your bodies face each other. The action made you look up at him with a smile and a raised eyebrow that made it impossible for the sorcerer to look away. 
“Oh, don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like that! I just don’t want you to get sick.”
“So you do care about me!” At that he rolled his eyes and couldn’t help the soft smile that formed on his face. 
“Yes, I do.” Suddenly, the surrounding air became charged and it felt silent even with the deafening hammering of the rain around you. 
“I care about you a lot, actually.” His words came out so quietly you wouldn’t have been able to hear them had you not been so close. When did you get so close? You decided it didn’t matter because, as he slid his hands down to your back, the contact between your bodies became all that mattered. 
“I know this might seem a little sudden, but I have something I need to tell you.” Stephen swallowed the lump in his throat and took a shaky breath in an attempt to steel his nerves before speaking again. You slid one of your hands up to his bicep, starting to rub little shapes in what you hoped was a soothing action. 
“I already told you that I care about you, but I don’t think you understood exactly what I meant by that.” He swallowed again and took a baby step closer to you, chests now nearly touching. “I meant that I care about you more than platonically. More than as a friend, and definitely more than a friend of a friend.” 
Before continuing his speech, he made a hesitant and shaky move to bring one of his hands up to cup your face. It shook even as he rested it on your face, and even more as he tried brushing his thumb over your cheekbone. He pressed his lips together in what seemed like a look of defeat, and you brought your hand up to hold his. At this point, both of you were soaked in rain water, but the heat of the moment felt like more than enough to keep the cold at bay. 
“I understand if you don’t feel the same way, but I… I think I…” He started to look away, eyes shut tight, and his hands dropped to his sides. “Dammit, why can’t I just-”
“Stephen.”
He still didn’t look back at you, so you did what he had moments ago and brought the hand on his arm up to his face, softly angling it to look at you again. 
“Stephen.” 
This time he didn’t look away, although he seemed a bit embarrassed. 
“You know you can tell me anything, right?” 
“I do, but it’s a little hard to just confess that I’m in love with you out of nowhere, isn’t it?”
He froze, like the words escaped a tight jail cell made specifically for them. Meanwhile, a grin formed on your face, like the words had entered a special place in your heart made specifically for them. 
“You’re in love with me?” You stepped just a bit closer, chests now touching, and you let your hand caress the side of his face. He seemed to unfreeze with every movement. 
“Yeah, I am.” He was finally responsive, bringing his hands to the middle of your back. 
“Good, because I’m in love with you too.” 
“Is that so?” 
You hummed in response. 
“In that case, I have another confession to make.” 
“Shoot.” 
“I’d very much like to kiss you right now.” He leaned in close enough for the tips of your noses to graze each other, but with enough room for you to pull away if you wanted to. Your grin widened. 
“What a coincidence, I’d like that too.” 
“Oh, shut up.” And with that, he finally leaned in to close the gap between your lips. 
Your hand slid to the back of his neck, slightly pulling him in closer if that were even possible, and he did the same by tugging you in by the waist. The rain continued to pour, and you eventually had to pull away with a laugh because of how messy the kiss was getting due to the rain. When you did, you were met with the breathtaking sight of Stephen, hair glued to his forehead from the rain, and smiling more vibrantly than you had ever seen. The streetlight only served to make him seem more angelic. 
Little did you know, he felt the same. Your affection and love freely flowing through your eyes into your expression and body language, all directed at him, was overwhelmingly positive. He felt it in his heart that this moment would be cherished for the rest of his life. 
Your laughter settled, and after a handful of seconds of simply staring at each other, you shivered. The fire in your veins wasn’t enough to keep the cold at bay after all. 
“We should head back,” Stephen reached into his pocket for his sling ring and created a portal to the sanctum. Specifically, his bedroom. 
“Oh, Stephen. You’re awfully forward today, aren’t you?” You teased as you stepped into the portal, cringing a bit when the rain water dripped off of you and formed a small puddle on the ground. 
“That’s not—god, you’ll be the death of me.” He followed you in, heading straight for the bathroom connected to his bedroom and pulling out a couple towels. It was then he realized the issue.
“I should’ve portaled you home, huh?” He looked up from the towels in his hands to you who leaned on the doorway of the bathroom, the cloak of levitation floating behind you in the bedroom. 
“You get it now?” You laughed softly as you stepped into the bathroom, reaching for one of the towels in the sorcerer’s hands. “It’s alright, we can just take turns with the shower.” Before he could suggest otherwise, you leaned in close enough to feel his warm breath on your cheeks. “Or, we could shower together?” The last thing you saw before a towel was thrown into your face was a wonderful blush growing on Stephen’s face. 
In the end, he agreed to your initial solution because he didn’t want the night to end quite yet. You showered first and he lent you some clothes to change into. Your time together stretched into ungodly hours of the night and was spent cooking and eating dinner, talking, and a little bit of kissing. When it was time for you to leave, Stephen created a portal to the front of your apartment door, watched you go inside (even though it was literally only a few feet away), and spent another hour or so in bed replaying the events of the day and enjoying the warmth bubbling under his skin. It was safe to say you were in no better condition. 
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mckiwi · 1 year
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One Shots
Knocking on Death's Door
Stephen Strange was a doctor, a good one at that– a great one. He and Death had never been on good terms. She took his family from him, so he took his patients’ lives back from Her. He always stood outside of Death’s door, guarding it, keeping it locked away from others as best as he could. But Death comes for everyone, in the end.
Fighting Your Shadows
Someone is tormenting Stephen's thoughts throughout Multiverse of Madness.
Delusions of Happiness
What good is a Sorcerer Supreme to a world that's lost it's magic? What good is a heart to a man with no one to love? Sinister does this Stephen, like so many others out there, a favor.
End of Story
Part of her felt bad for the other dimensions, specifically their civilians. They always succumbed to Dormammu’s power without much of a fight, if any was given at all. That is until her uncle tried to invade Earth. “Dormammu, I’ve come to bargain.” (The story of how Clea and Stephen first meet)
Abraham’s Side
The time came when the beggar died, and the angels carried him to Abraham’s side. (Luke 16:22) Angels are said to guide humans to their deaths, but what about other angels? Or rather, fallen angels?
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beaneomawritrblr · 2 years
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Wrong place, wrong time
Extract from Chapter 3
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Something beeped, and the screen on the wall lighted up again. There were four squares, each showing a sample of their blood. They had already looked at them, but they just couldn’t tell the difference. It had had to be the voice who told them something was weird.
Just like right now.
“There has been a minor change on the samples, sir” the voice announced.
Pepper sighed and Tony looked very annoyed.
“Jarvis, I have no idea what the difference is now. What happened”
“The extraneous substance is affecting more the cells now”
Eleanor suppressed a gag. When he said those things, she could practically feel something wrong with her body, and imagine every one of her blood cells being infected. She didn’t actually feel anything, which was even more creepy. The urge to vomit was very real, though.
Ashley actually sat down on the floor with her legs crossed and her head hidden behind her hands.
“What is happening with the… affected cells?” Tony asked.
There was a brief pause.
“Nothing. Their function is the same. There have been no failures or changes on the behavior”
Pepper frowned.
“That’s good, right?”
Tony shrugged.
“I think “good” is too big of a word for this, but yeah”.
“Fuck, man, I can’t die right now” Elijah said, with panic lacing his voice. He was standing still right beside Eleanor, and his face was pale as a ghost.
Adam snorted.
“Yeah, it’s not a good time for me either. Maybe we can do this again in a couple of years?” he said, sarcastically.
“No one is going to die” Tony answered, annoyed.
“How do you know?” Elijah asked.
“Are we contagious?” Ashley asked, looking up with big, scared eyes.
Tony looked at her in a weird way.
“Good question. Jarvis?”
Pepper hit him in the arm.
“Tony! Did you not think of that possibility before?” she hissed.
“The tests don’t show any signs of being contagious. However, we will have to wait some days to further confirm” the voice said.
“See?” he told her. “Nothing happened. We are fine. They are fine. We will pay their insurance for life, they will promise to not sue me because they know chemical terrorism is not my thing, and this will all turn out to be a funny chapter on everyone’s life story” he rambled in a light tone, but Eleanor could hear a bit of anxiousness hidden there.
Before anyone could jump on him and hit him in the face, something else happened that captured their attention.
An orange sparkle appeared beside one of the walls.
Eleanor frowned. That was random.
Another sparkle followed, and then another until an orange bright line was drawn in the air.
“Oh, fuck me, not him now” Tony complained, looking up at the ceiling.
The line turned into a circle, and the circle changed to show a tall man wearing a red cape. Eleanor’s mouth fell open, and a weird silence was only interrupted by a funny sparkly noise. The man walked into their room, his deep blue eyes framed by a deep frown. He had dark styled hair and a goatee, and a weird blue suit. His hands were in a very concrete position, and they shone with a slight orange light. Eleanor couldn’t stop looking at him.
“Stark, explain” he demanded with a deep and smooth voice.
Eleanor’s stomach did a funny thing.
“Good night to you too, doctor” Tony replied, cheekily.
“What the fuck?”
Tony looked at Adam with his eyes narrowed.
“Yes, Adam, we are all very confused, but can you not say it every time?”
Adam snapped his mouth shut.
“What are you up to, Stark?” the man asked again.
The orange and glowing circle snapped shut behind him, and suddenly it was as if it had never been there. Eleanor looked at the rest to see if they had seen it too or her mind had just cracked after everything and she was seeing things now. Was this because of the mist? Was se hallucinating everything?
She calmed a bit when she saw Ashley looking at the wall with her mouth wide open, and Elijah looked like he was just about to pass out on the floor.
“Nothing” Tony replied, lying with ease. “Why? What are you doing here? Birthday party?”
“Well, aren’t you funny today? Why am I sensing aggressive magic in you tower? Please, tell me you aren’t being stupid and experimenting again”
Tony blinked a couple of times.
“Ah, so that’s what it is”
Pepper sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.
Eleanor was starting to wonder if they would deign to explain something to them, the possibly dying people.
She wanted to open her mouth and ask, but she felt almost paralyzed. Her mind kept running, and no thought stayed long enough to put it in words, so she just kept listening and hoped that maybe she would start understanding soon.
Suddenly, like he just realized there were more people in the room, the new man turned to them and looked at each one up and down, like he was analysing something. When it was her turn, Eleanor panicked and looked down to the floor, feeling her cheeks burn.
“Okey, this is not good. What happened?” he asked, now less demanding and more concerned.
“You are going to laugh” Tony said.
“Doubt it” he answered.
So, Tony explained everything that had happened, from the mysterious box, to the mist they had told him about, to them passing out and, finally, the weird thing their blood was doing.
The other one listened intently, with his arms crossed over his chest, and Eleanor’s eyes just stayed on him the whole time. She thought his energy was very peculiar: the way he carried himself, his confidence, and she couldn’t forget the way his hands had moved when he had just first entered to the room. Her own hands itched to draw them… and maybe him.
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frost-queen · 3 months
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Starcrossed lovers (Reader x Peter Parker) NWH
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Summary: You & Peter were in love till he lost you. Pulled through a portal he did not expected to meet you again on a different earth. When the battle against Green Goblin in upon them has Peter a chance to forgive himself but at what cost? [ part 2 & part 3 & part 4 ]
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“I’ve got you, I’ve got you Y/n.” – Peter breathed out. Some electricity flickered dangerously above his head. You gasped loud looking up to him. Feet dangling in the air as his hand in yours was the only thing holding you in place. – “Peter…” – you said anxiously. The broken insides of the construction site clear. In the midst of the building you were hanging. Your life literally in Peter’s hand.
He himself hung stuck on a support bar made of metal with only his web. You gasped again hearing the construction site tremble. Feeling as if the place was coming down any second. You looked down at the gaping hole ready to swallow you whole. – “Don’t… don’t look down Y/n.” – Peter said with a clenched expression.
He felt his hand sweat underneath his suit, hoping it wouldn’t lose his grip on you. The construction site shook again, trembling and breathing as it disturbed the peace. Peter and you bounced a bit trying to stay steady. – “Peter!” – you called out wanting him to look at you. Peter was panting, holding onto you with every might. He looked down at you seeing the fear in your eyes. Yet there was also something else hiding in your eyes. Acceptance? Peter felt his hand slip in yours, making him groan loud. It made your feet dangle more knowing he couldn’t hold you any longer
You knew as good as anyone that Peter couldn’t save the both of you. It was him or you. It was an easy choice to make. The world needed spiderman, but the world didn’t need Y/n Y/l/n. It was an easy choice. You or him. You slowly closed your eyes, squeezing them gently shut as a single tear rolled down your cheek. Peter groaned again as he felt his grip falter on you. – “I’ll… I’ll figure something out Y/n.” – Peter said looking around to see how he was going to get out of here.
“I have to!” – Peter shouted at himself as you slowly opened your eyes once more. – “Peter I love you.” – you said making him look down at you. His eyes widened finally seeing the meaning in your eyes. You opened your hand, letting it lean back so his grip faltered.
Your hand slipped out of his as you descended into the abyss. – “No!” – Peter shouted releasing his web. You were falling. Peter diving after you, reaching his hand out to you. A web shot out aiming at you in the hopes of catching you. Your eyes were glossy from the held in tears. The wind catching you like hands trying to ease your fall. Peter’s web reached and attached itself to your stomach. He called it out trying to lift you up but the ground was reaching faster. Faster then he could’ve pulled you up. Your back smacked against the hard floor, bouncing off. It was fast. Quicker than falling asleep. Red crimes blood staining the hard floor. Peter landed beside you, picking you up carefully. For his pain could never be healed.
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“Just think of Peter!” – you called out slightly annoyed. – “Okay, okay.” – Ned replied jumpy as you were making him nervous. – “Just hold on.” – he added moving away from you. MJ sighed loud with a shake of her head. – “I need to concentrate for this.” – he told you. – “Then concentrate.” – you answered bitsy. MJ got up grabbing you by the shoulders. – “Give him some space.” – she said pulling you backwards away from Ned. You surrendered holding your hands up. – “I’ll won’t say a thing.” – you told her as MJ sat you down. – “Here have a cookie.” – she slid the tiny plate with cookies closer to you.
Cookies Ned’s grandma had made. You didn’t want to accept one as MJ took one and forced it into your hand. With one stern glance of her, she forced you to remain silent and eat it. Ned wiggled his shoulders to prepare himself like a boxer would before entering the ring. He moved his fingers in front of him, closing his eyes. – “Think of Peter Parker. Think of Peter Parker.” – he mumbled to himself. Slowly little orange flickers appeared in the midst of his grandma’s living room. MJ’s eyes widened as the orange sparks increased. Tumbling in a spiralling way as they grew wider.
Creating an opening. Your eyes widened as well making you drop your cookie out of shock. The portal opened more as you could look into an alleyway. A figure unclear. – “Peter! Hey Peter!” – Ned called out. The figure turned around pointing confused at himself. – “Peter come’ on!” – Ned urged not knowing how long he could open this portal. The figure approached jumping through the portal. – “It worked.” – MJ said looking at spiderman. The spiderman looked from Ned to MJ, then his eyes fell on you. It made him take off his mask, hoping his eyes weren’t deceiving him.
Ned and MJ gasped loud. – “Who are you?” – Ned asked loud. It drew spiderman’s attention away from you. – “I’m Peter.” – he said friendly. – “No, we are looking for Peter… Peter Parker.” – MJ stated looking suspiciously at him. – “My name is Peter Parker.” – his gaze going back to you. MJ furrowed her brows looking back at you confused. – “No, our Peter is spiderman.” – Ned addressed. – “I am spiderman.” – Peter replied looking briefly at Ned. MJ grabbed a bagel throwing at Peter.
Peter furrowed his brows, moving his hands away, gesturing why. – “I wanted to test your spider tingle.” – she told him. – “I have the spider tingle just not for bread.” – he told her. You snorted loud finding it very funny. Hearing you laugh made Peter’s face light up. – “We summoned the wrong Peter.” – Ned said out loud making you get up. You brushed past MJ and Ned coming over to Peter.
You started circling around Peter taking a close look at him. When you came to the front and your eyes met, you smiled sheepishly. – “Hi.” – you said softly. – “Hi…” – Peter replied with a saddened smile. You lifted his arm up, going underneath it as you examined his suit. Went around his back to the side, taking his other arm. You faced his palm up checking his spider webs.
You pressed on it accidently gluing your fingers to his device. You chuckled sheepishly. – “Sorry.” – you spoke. Peter smiled till his smile faltered having been brought back to a memory. He remembered when you had done the exact same thing once. He pulled the web of your fingers, freeing you. – “He seems real enough to me.” – you told MJ and Ned. Peter who had put his mask between his teeth, raised his arms in a way of telling MJ and Ned he was telling the truth. He pulled his mask out of his mouth with a smile. MJ still had her suspicion on him. – “Don’t mind MJ, she is a bit untrusting towards people.” – you told Peter.
“That’s okay.” – Peter answered almost saying your name. It almost blurted out so naturally he had missed saying it. Ned took a deep breath. – “Alright attempt number two.” – he prepared himself again for another go. Peter stepped aside joining your side. He watched Ned swirl his hand in a circle to open another portal. – “I’m Y/n.” – you told him making him look back at you. – “I know…” – he whispered saddened. You quirked up your eyebrow. Peter kept staring at you, unable to grasp that you were standing here beside him.
If he could, he would’ve grabbed you and kissed you like his life depended on it. It hurt, hurt being so vividly reminded of the loss of you in his world. It felt like a blessing that he got to speak to you again, yet it felt bittersweet knowing you were from somewhere else. A different earth. – “So uhm…” – Peter began half watching Ned’s attempts to open another portal. – “Peter… your Peter are you… his…” – Peter felt ridiculous and silly for even asking it.
He just wanted to know if his alternative Peter was yours. You picked up on it, laughing loud. – “Oh no, I’m just a friend. MJ is Peter’s girlfriend.” – you nudged with your head at MJ. – “Okay…” – he whispered out with a saddened smile. A new portal opened as a second person walked out, claiming to be Peter Parker as well. MJ sighed disappointed as Ned could only chuckle awkwardly.
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“Can the spiderman come out to play?” – all three Peter’s turned their head at the familiar voice. Green Goblin riding his hoverboard as he unleashed his green bombs. They were coming towards the building aiming for Dr. Strange. Doc Oc’s attached arms grabbed them out of the air, protecting Dr. Strange. They exploded in his metal grip. Stephen gasped when Green Goblin flew by, grabbing the cube from him.
Peter, the Peter from this earth turned his head in shock. Doc Oc flung a metallic arm at him, taking a hold of the hoverboard. Green Goblin was being held in place making him look surprised back. Strange flung a whip to Green Goblin taking back the cube. It hovered between his hands as he sighed relieved. Green Goblin turned snapping off one of Doc Oc’s arms. Doc Oc cursed in pain with frustration. The cube slowly turned in Stephan’s hand as all three Peter’s widened their eyes.
All seeing the green bomb ball inside the cube. – “Strange no!” – Peter one shouted holding his hand out. The bomb exploded releasing the magic inside it with blasts as two spheric rings blasted through the building. The entire building shook as it made you stumble out of balance, knocking into Ned. Ned, MJ and you were a few levels below, unaware of what was happening up there. The heavy shield destined for the statue of liberty released from it’s position.
With a heavy weight it scorched a way down the building. Breaking everything in it’s wake. The platform you were on shook immensely. Even shifted as you lost your balance. Making you stumble backwards as your arms flayed around for any balance. You tipped over the edge with a loud scream. Ned unable to grab you in time as he clutched onto a pipe, nearly falling down himself.
Your scream was hearable till the top. Making all three Peter’s look up with worry. Peter, Peter three was the first one to react. His scream deafened out as he leaped off the building. Not again. Why was he tormented like this again? Having to relive the moment he lost you. Your hands grabbing for any support. Peter dived down getting pulled back to the memory of where he had seen you fall before. The way you had shown acceptance in your eyes.
Yet your eyes were different. Full of fear. Only fear, no acceptance. He came at you with speed, determination on his mind. Not again. No more he would let you fall. He opened his arms, wrapping them tightly around you as the impact made you twirl in the air. Peter shot out a web as it stuck to a metal bar. His falling slowed down as he landed swiftly on his feet with you in his arms.
Shocked you were panting. Thinking you might have been done for it. Peter was panting too, looking quickly at you. – “Are… are you okay?” – he asked. You nodded vigorously, keeping your hands around his neck. – “Yeah… I’m okay.” – you breathed out shakily. Peter felt himself tear up. – “Are… are you okay?” – you asked seeing how emotional he had become. He nodded with a saddened face. – “I am now…” – he answered letting his forehead rest against yours. He set you down on the ground, holding you by your waist.
Knowing how shaky you still are from the fall. Peter sobbed loud, wrapping his arms tightly around you. – “I caught you. I caught you Y/n.” – he said making you hug him firmer. – “You did.” – you whispered to him, leaving a kiss against his cheek. Peter pulled himself a bit back from the hug, wiping some hair out of your face. He chuckled out a smile between his sobs seeing you alive in his arms.
You kissed Peter again on the cheek, feeling as if you had known him your entire life. Your kiss felt bittersweet as he knew he couldn’t keep you forever. You weren’t from his earth so he couldn’t bring you back. Peter tilted your head leaving a kiss on your forehead. – “Stay out of sight and save.” – he said giving you a slight nudge into a direction. – “I will.” – you told him, going into hiding.
Peter looked back at you, wishing he could keep you, but he couldn’t. His feelings for you had never died out. It hurt, yet it hurt good that he was able to love you a little longer. Hang onto you that little longer to be able to forgive himself. If he could he would take you with him. Knowing you were save on another earth pleased him. Yet he would do anything to try and find a way to be reunited with you again. Even if it meant dying in the process. He couldn’t live without you. You were his entire world.
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Okay, hear he out! Stephen brings home America to ready, and reader absolutely falls in love with her (mom/dad kinda way) and Stephen adores it and just fluff??
Here's to new beginnings (Dr Stephen Strange x Reader)
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Not my GIF (but its cute)
A/N: thank you for the request Anon!! I hope this is okay for you! i think i may have put a little too much angst in it? not like a lot but apparently i cant write a fic without it so... But i hope you enjoy it! Sorry for any mistakes. Stay Safe.
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: fem!reader (she/her), slight MoM spoilers, not much else
Summary: Stephen is sure of it, but America is apprehensive
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America stopped at the bottom of the steps leading up to his home that he shared with his newly wedded wife. “Stephen?” She said quietly as she wrung her hands together nervously.  Stephen tilted his head in concern about her sudden shift in demeanour. “Are…Are you sure this is okay? That…she’ll…like me?”
Stephen fully tuned his body and walked over to her placing his hands on her shoulders causing her to look up at him “I’m sure” he nodded. He said nothing more but the look in his eyes was enough to subside her nerves for the time being. She drew in a breath and stood up straight before nodded at him and following him up the steps to the front door. 
“(Y/N)?” Stephen called out as he walked through the door to the house. “(Y/N)?” He called again after getting no response. But this time he heard the quick pace of footsteps getting closer and closer before she appeared at the top of the stairs with a hopeful expression on her face. 
“Stephen!” She cried out as she practically jumped down the length of the stairs and flew into his open arms. He wrapped them around her tightly, holding her impossibly close to him. “Thank god you’re okay…” she whispered into his chest before lifting her head to kiss him. 
America was surprised to see what she looked like. (Y/N) wasn’t what she imagined. In all fairness, she didn’t know what to expect. She just assumed that it would be someone more similar in looks to Christine. Or maybe some crazy fangirl of his, or some impossibly pretty model that was three feet taller than him. 
But (Y/N) wasn’t any of that. She looked…lovely. She immediately made all the nerves within America disappear simply by showing up in the room. She had a warmth about her that reminded her of the mothers. 
America stiffened when (Y/N) looked over to her and gently pushed Stephen away from her “you must be America” she gave her soft smile and her voice matched it perfectly. (Y/N) took cautious steps towards the girl noticing her unsteady body language. “Stephen told me you’d be coming with him. I’ve been excited to meet you. And to thank you for looking after him. I know how difficult he can be. I wouldn’t blame you if you’ve contemplated killing him a few times. We’ve all been there”
“I’m literally behind you” Stephen huffed as he came and stood next to (Y/N) and wrapped his arm around her waist. They were both now looking at America with fond smiles. America’s heart warmed and she couldn’t help but burst into tears before flinging herself to them both who were taken back by her suddenness. 
“Thank you” she whispered.
“What for?” Stephen asked.
America pulled away and wiped her eyes “I uh…I don’t know really. Sorry I just…” (Y/N) pulled her into her arms and gave her a tight squeeze. She said nothing but said everything at the same time. How was it possible that this woman America had just met made her feel so loved? America didn’t know the answer to that but she didn’t particularly care about the why or the how. She only care that the feeling was there. 
(Y/N) pulled away from her, still smiling and then looked to Stephen “you really are insufferable on missions” 
“Seriously? You’re one to talk”
“Excuse me? I’ll have you know that everyone preferred to work with me than you. Even Wong. So take that”
“That traitor” he muttered to himself. 
“You both must be starving!” (Y/N) said suddenly. She looked back to America “how does pizza sound?”
“Uh..perfect. That’s my favourite!”
“Great! I’ll go order”
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As the credits rolled Stephen looked over to (Y/N) who was carefully wrapping a blanket around a sleeping America laying on her shoulder. “You know” he began in a low voice as to not wake her “you haven’t stopped smiling since we got back”
“sorry…” she whispered sheepishly. 
“It’s nothing to apologise for. It’s nice. I haven’t seen you smile so much since before-“
“Don’t” she cut him off with a sharp whisper “I don’t want you to say it”
“Okay. I won’t” those five years were not good for anyone, (Y/N) included. Five years apart from Stephen was more that torture for her. She had change so much in that time that when they saw each other again on the battle field against Thanos he barely recognised her. She seemed to have a dark cloud thundering above her head. It was the darkest most horrible time in her life and she didn’t want to ever think about it again. 
“I love this” he said with a faint smile. 
“Love what?”
“This” he pointed at the scene before him “seeing you like this, with the kid”
“Yeah?” She smiled.
“Yeah”
“She seems like a good kid” (Y/N) said as she brushed a piece of America’s hair out of her face “you did the right thing Stephen. Bringing her back her. Not just for her, but for you as well”
“Yeah…maybe” he looked away, his cheeks now dusted red. 
“I can only say that I like this” she said “I don’t love it at the moment. But I know what would make me love it”
“What’s that?”
She flipped the blanket up and patted the empty space on the sofa next to her “if I had the man I love to cuddle with”
He let out a weak laugh and shook his head before standing and sitting next to her and pulled the blanket over him. (Y/N) rested her head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around her. “I knew you always had a soft spot for kids”
“Shut up”
“For the record, I think you would make an amazing dad”
“Only because you would make an amazing mum. I wouldn’t be able to do it on my own…” he paused mid-thought “I can’t do this on my own..”
“You don’t have to. I won’t leave you…neither of us will”
“You can’t know that she won’t”
“America…wasn’t who I was talking about” (Y/N) lifted her head and looked at him with worried eyes. 
“You…” he breathed before looking down at her belly “really?”
(Y/N) nodded “yeah…I was…going to tell you sooner but…you left so I…couldn’t…” she thought about her next words. It was a simple enough question but one that could make or break the situation they found themselves in. “Are…are you happy?”
Those words echoed in his ears in a few different voices. “You know, I’ve been asked that question a few times recently. I lied every time I answered. But now I can truthfully say yes. I am happy. I’m happy with you. I’m happy with our life. I’m happy with…our new beginning”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m absolutely sure”
“So…from now on…it will be the four of us?”
“The four of us” he nodded “I like the sound of that” 
(Y/N) laid her head back on his shoulder and he pressed a kiss to her head as he smiled and sighed in content. (Y/N) smile too.
So did America. She was going to have family again. And she wouldn’t lose this one. She was sure of it.
 17/06/22
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lokidokieokie · 10 months
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Dr. Stephen Strange / Benedict Cumberbatch Masterlist
DR. STEPHEN STRANGE
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SERIES
Beyond the Pages (ONGOING)
It was just your weekly trip to the comic-book store. While looking for a comic for your collection, you stumble upon an old-looking book, with an odd combination of symbols on the cover. You, being drawn to the weirdness of it, pick it up and open the cover. A strange force surrounded your person; and the next thing you knew, you were waking up on the steps of what looked to be 177A Bleecker Street. What had you gotten yourself into?
MINI-SERIES
The Great Escape (COMPLETE)
Based upon a request
A Love Torn Asunder (COMPLETE)
Ella becomes pregnant with Doctor Strange’s baby, but Stephen is uncertain about their future together and leaves the reader with a hard decision to make.
A Spoonful of Sugar (ONGOING)
Once, after a battle, you visited Stephen with some of your delicious home-made pastries to help him feel better. Eventually that became a ritual. 
ONESHOTS
You've Been Here all this Time?
Oops...?
Sleepy Realisations
Tony was Wrong
Practice Makes Perfect
Bloodied and Bruised
The Strange Approach
The Ghost of Kamar-Taj
Knight in a Sentient Cloak
I'm Here, Whenever You're Ready
From the Pages of History
Undercover Rhythm
Shattered Sanctum
Change is Never Easy | 2
DRABBLES
Forever; Endlessly
Beyond the Broken Hands
The Healing Touch
An Apprenticeship with a Twist
The Blip's Silver Lining
A Clumsy Pursuit
BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH
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found online...credit to original creator
ONESHOTS
The "L" Word
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geeky-politics-46 · 6 months
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Kinktober 2023 - Day 6
Sex Tape with Doctor Stephen Strange
"A Picture Is Worth 1000 Words"
Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!
Summary: You are feeling self-concious & down on your appearance, but Stephen has an unconventional idea of how to make you realize how sexy & beautiful you really are.
Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - body image issues, voyeurism & exhibitionism via photo & video, dirty talk, swearing, pet names, oral sex, creampie, vaginal sex, slight daddy kink, a bit of fluff & a little angst.
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You weren't even sure what had triggered your self-image issues at the moment. Honest to God, you were just sitting in bed watching a YouTube video, pursuing the sidebar recommended videos when you started comparing yourself to other people.
It didn't matter if it was just a random ad or a promo for a TV show. You started sizing yourself up to all the actresses, models, and even some normal people. No matter who it was, you felt you couldn't compare.
Your stomach was too big. Your butt was too small. You were too short. Too plain looking. Hell, sometimes you weren't even sure how you compared to average. You didn't think you were hideous, but you forever felt like the ugly duckling. Like the potential to be beautiful was there. It just never blossomed. Or, like you sabotaged being pretty by not having enough restraint to eat better or lose weight. 
For once in your life, you wanted to be the bombshell. You were too weird to be the girl next door. You always fell into the quirky/cute and funny category. People fell for you once they got to know your personality, but you knew that never once had you stopped a guy dead in his tracks across the room. 
In an effort to make yourself feel smaller, you dug around for your massive old sweatshirt. The one you wore whenever you were feeling sad. The material had piled up in places, and it was starting to get holes in others, but the super stretchy material still felt just as big and cozy as if it was brand new. The dark eggplant purple color was also somehow soothing compared to the mostly blacks and grays of your daily wardrobe.
You had settled back in, deep in your own thoughts, when your partner entered the bedroom. You had been with Doctor Stephen Strange for a while now. Long enough that you had more or less informally moved into the Sanctum. You got to spend more time with Stephen and didn't have to pay rent. It was a win-win. The only downside was that you couldn't hide from him when your inner demons reared up. 
You didn't even realize he had been talking to you as he changed out of his sorcerer's robes and into his sweats for bed. It wasn't until he sat down in front of you and lifted your chin up to look directly at him that you realized you weren't paying any attention to a thing he was saying. 
"What's wrong, sweetie?"
You hated the genuine concern on his face. He spent his days literally saving the universe, and here you were trapped inside your own spiraling thoughts. 
"Nothing is wrong."
You said it while staring down at your hands. You were never good at hiding things from Stephen when you were face to face.
"Even if I wasn't a brilliant doctor, MD, and PhD, I know that's your 'I'm sad' sweatshirt. So something is definitely wrong." 
You closed your eyes and shook your head, trying to jiggle loose the thoughts that were waying you down. Not wanting to waste Stephen's time with your shallow worries. Yeah, he was your boyfriend, but he had plenty more vastly important things to do than talk you off a self-image cliff.
"It's stupid, Stephen."
"Don't care. You've listened to me say stupid stuff plenty of times. This just makes us one closer to even."
You rolled your eyes at him, and you knew he wasn't about to give up. Stephen was the most stubborn person you had ever met. In fact, his stubbornness was part of why he pursued you for so long before you finally agreed to go out with him. If he was set on finding out what was bothering you, nothing would stop him until you told him.
So after another moment of trying to get him off the topic, you finally relented and told him what had you feeling down. Shrinking down farther into your sweatshirt as you spoke, fumbling for the right words. Letting the cozy fabric serve as its own kind of armor.
"I don't even know what got me thinking it, but I'm just feeling down on myself. That there just isn't anything about me physically that is special. I don't think I'm ugly, I just don't get why you bothered to even give me a second glance. Let alone what keeps you interested. You are the great Doctor Strange. You are so hot, Stephen, and I'm just me. I'm just plain. I'm chubby with stretch marks. You are gorgeous. You could literally be with the most beautiful women in the world."
You could see him almost flinch when you called yourself plain and that you doubted how enamored he was with you. Even if he knew it was only a passing thought, he never wanted you to question his love for you. Ever.
When it took a few moments for him to say anything in response, you immediately started to take it all back. Not wanting to drag him down into your funk with you.
"See, I shouldn't have said anything, I'm just having a bad night and -" 
Stephen cut you off with a passionate kiss. The kind of kiss that could make you forget your own name. Cupping your face in both of his hands before pulling away from your lips to place several more small kisses on your forehead and in your hairline. Gradually adjusting so he could pull you closer and wrap his arms tighter around you.
"First of all, I love you so much you don't even know. So don't think for one second I would rather be with anyone else. Second of all, I know that you don't necessarily see what I see when you look in the mirror, and you don't even have to believe me, but you are gorgeous. Do you not see that half the other guys practically trail you around like puppies? Rogers turns bright red when you smile at him, and it's a wonder Barnes and Wilson haven't followed you home like strays yet."
That made you laugh. You did know Steve had harbored a crush on you before you started dating Stephen. Tony had let that spill one night after a party. Both Sam and Bucky were such flirts all the time with everyone. Of course, they always acted sweet on you. You assumed it was just them or their way of being nice. You would have to pay better attention next time you saw them, though. Just to see. 
"If one of them does follow me home, can I keep him?" 
You squinted your eyes and pouted your lips at Stephen. You loved giving him a hard time, and he loved giving you one right back.
"Absolutely not. Even if they scratch and howl at the door all night long. I'm the only one who gets to keep strays, and that only applies to America. On a good day, maybe Parker."
You giggled and shook your head in agreement. America was definitely a great addition to your little family. It did lift your spirits a little thinking about all of that, but it still didn't leave you feeling better about yourself. 
Stephen could see the way you were picking at the skin on your hands. Like you were trying to pick away the self-consciousness or what you felt were imperfections. It was a habit he noticed you fell into when you were extra hard on yourself. So, in an effort to distract you and stop you from picking at your skin, he took one of your hands in both of his.
"Do you remember the day you held my hand the first time? Do you have any idea how terrified I was? I was terrified that you were suddenly going to realize how broken and ugly my hands are. How damaged I am, and realize just how below your own league you were dating. Still are, by the way, so maybe I shouldn't say anything. You are the sexiest most beautiful woman I have ever met, inside and out. Every inch of you is incredible and perfect to me. I thought that before you even said a word to me, and getting to know you, and falling in love with you has only made me more sure. There is no one in this universe I could ever find sexier or more special."
"Tell you what, I have an idea..." 
Stephen stood up from the bed, moving over to shut the bedroom door. Throwing the lock, too. Now that you had a teenager running about the Sanctum, it was better safe than sorry. Then, he pulled his phone from his pocket. Setting it on airplane mode as he walked back over to you.
"How about I show you what I see? Give you some actual physical proof of how beautiful you are? A picture is worth a thousand words. I imagine some more revealing, naughty photos would be worth even more."
You chuffed at him and raised a questioning brow at his suggestion. 
"Stephen, are you seriously suggesting that I let you take naked photos of me as a way of making me feel better about myself? Are you sure that isn't just gonna make you feel better?" 
His signature cheeky grin was plastered on his face, and his bright blue eyes were twinkling with mischief.
"Can't it do both? Besides, you know I've asked before for something I can enjoy when I can't have you with me, and I think you look perfect right now. Already in our bed. Already cozy and dressed for bed. Few layers to take off. This is the you I want to see when I'm not here with you."
He came over to where you were still sitting on the bed. An extra swagger in his step and a grin because of the blush you were now sporting. He started to pull teasingly at the hem of your sweatshirt with the hand he didn't have his phone in.
"Come on, take this off. I want you to see how sexy you are. I promise I will let you delete them if you want, although I certainly wouldn't mind keeping a couple for myself, but I want you to see how you look when it's just you and me. Right here, in this bed. The version of you that only I get to see, at least I do hope it's only me. A woman who puts all those supermodels and Playmates to shame. Even first thing in the morning. A goddess if one ever existed, even with bedhead and morning breath." 
Layer by layer, you let Stephen slowly strip off your clothes and arrange you on the bed. His fingers and lips adoring every new inch of skin that he exposed before proceeding to take picture after picture. Lovingly caressing every spot you deemed less than perfect. Letting him talk you through pose after pose. Some were simple and basic, normal poses. Some a bit more sultry with little left to imagine. The less clothing remained, the more bold he got with your poses. 
As your impromptu photoshoot went on, he also tried to distract you from feeling self-conscious about your body coming into view. Sometimes, by making you laugh. Sometimes, by getting a goofy look on his face as he just kind of stared at you. Almost awestruck. 
"You really have no idea how much I fantasize about you, do you? How much of my day I spend trying not to think about you? How when we first started dating, I felt like a teenager trying to control his raging hormones because all I could think of was this. What it would be like if I got the privilege to get this beautiful, incredible woman naked in my bed. That I swore if I got you here, I would never let you leave. I hate that someone ever made you feel like you are anything less than gorgeous, whether in your ratty sad sweatshirt or all dressed up. Although, this, no clothes at all, is definitely my personal favorite."
You tried not to tear up at his genuine sweetness. You could feel your cheeks blushing at his statement, too. You buried your face into the pillow you were holding before softly turning and peeking out at him from the side. Only to find him waiting for the moment you locked eyes with him to take a photo. 
In a sudden burst of confidence, you bit your bottom lip and rolled onto your back. Letting the entirety of your body be on display. Laying back and resting your head on the pillow and stretching your arms up overhead, your legs spreading on their own. You closed your eyes and arched your back as you inhaled deeply. Like you were a cat basking in the warmth of the sun. 
Your mind was completely clear of all thought until you heard a stuttered breath from your lover. It was a sound you had never heard Stephen make before. It sounded like he was looking at a priceless piece of art or one of the seven wonders. He sounded like he was in awe. Like he was in awe at the sight of your body and your beauty.
You were about to dismiss his, what you were sure had to be, over embellished praise, but then you opened your eyes. You were rendered speechless by the look of utter wonder on his face as he let his cerulean blue eyes wash over every inch of you. For possibly the first time, you saw him really seeing you, and it melted any remaining self-doubt you had in that moment.
You immediately reached out to pull Stephen to you. Wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him sweetly. Rubbing your nose against his and whispering loving thanks against his lips.
"Thank you, Stephen. I love you, and even though I don't necessarily see what you see, you always make me feel beautiful. Why don't we take a few pictures together, or maybe a video or two? Maybe I want something for when you aren't here too." 
Stephen's eyes darkened at the suggestion. You had your suspicion that Stephen had a bit of an exhibition kink. You had sent each other pics before, a short video clip or two, and sexted all the time. You knew the idea of filming the two of you fucking would intrigue him. A wicked smile found it's way to his face. 
"Oh sweetheart, you have no idea how many times I've thought of you asking that or that I've thought of asking. Are you really okay with filming us fucking? Of course it's just for the two of us. Sorcerer's honor. " 
Stephen started trying to fiddle with the phone, trying to figure out the best way to set it up to film the two of you. Finding it hard to concentrate after you started leaving kisses on his neck. Stopping to bite and suck at the spot just below his earlobe before continuing to whisper his darkest desires in his ear.
"Well, Stephen, actually the idea does get me a little hot. Maybe if the video turns out really good, a few seconds or minutes can get leaked to a naughty site or two. Anonymously, of course. I don't want to share you with any other woman, but I wouldn't mind showing off all the ways I worship you. Let everyone see how lucky I am. Maybe get some outside opinions of how we look together." 
Stephen's eyes practically rolled back in his head at the thought. He never would suggest it himself, but he kind of loved the sound of that. Of the world getting to see how good the two of you looked together. Of seeing how well you both fit together. How your bodies were made for each other.
He scrambled off the bed using the pile of books on the dresser to create a tripod to set up the phone. Hitting record and making sure the bed was centered in the frame before coming back to join you in the sheets again. He used his magic to strip himself of his clothes. If you two were going to make a sex tape, he was gonna put some extra showmanship in it.
You couldn't help but giggle as you reach your arms out towards him. Stepben didn't waste a minute before he started crawling up your body. Teasing and nipping at your bare skin and making sure to snuggle and rub his goatee against you. Your hands immediately grabbed in his dark brown hair, loving how soft and full it felt in your fingers. 
As your lips connected, you both groaned in pleasure. Your bodies grinding and rubbing. Letting your hands roam all over Stephen's body now that you had plenty of him to touch. You could feel Stephen's cock already erect between you. Truth be told, taking those photos of you had essentially acted as foreplay for him. He was ready to go by the time he was setting up the camera. 
You moaned when you felt his hard shaft slide against the crease of your hip, so close to your sex that was starting to ache for him. Your legs reflexively spread even more on the large bed, and your nails scraped down Stephen's sides. 
"Is there something you want, baby? Tell Daddy what you need."
A sly smile on his face as he spoke. Loud enough to make sure the camera heard. Descending back on you and starting to kiss your neck. Sucking a patch or skin into his mouth hard enough to ensure you would bear a mark the next day.
Your brain finally coming back into focus when he playfully bit the same sensitive spot. His bright blue eyes met yours, and he gave you a cheeky wink. 
"Come on, pretty baby. Don't get all shy on me now. Not after you let me take all those naughty pictures of you. Plus, this part was your idea, after all. So you better speak up."
A soft groan pulled from your throat as you arched your back and ran your hands up his strong arms. Letting your fingernails scrape along his shoulders. Leaving little red scratches marking him as yours. 
"Want you, Stephen. Want you to fuck me. Pretty please, Stephen. Fuck me like only you can, baby."
He rewarded you with a deep kiss, letting his teeth nip at your bottom lip before he started working his way down your neck. Stopping to whisper a "that's my good girl" in your ear before continuing down to your collarbones. Raising his voice once again so it would be audible on the video when he started speaking again.
"You know you are the only one I want to fuck right? This is the only body that gets me this fucking hard. Your's is the only pretty little pussy I dream about filling up every chance I get. Want you full of my cum all the time. Want everyone to know you're mine." 
You felt over the moon as Stephen started to kiss his way down your body. Stopping and spending a little bit of extra attention every time he hit a spot that elicited a gasp or moan. Making you arch your back to give him access to every inch of bare skin you could.
He momentarily popped back up to kiss your lips. Suddenly taking your hand in his and lowering it so you were cupping his hard length. Letting his hips rut forward as you started to eagerly massage his hard cock. Already moving to sit up, anticipating taking him in your mouth, only for him to push you back down on the bed.
"Nope, I'm not done with you, baby, lay back. Just wanted you to feel how hard you got me. Feel how much taking those naughty photos of you turned me on? And they are all mine to enjoy, just like my cock is all yours to enjoy."
With that, he promptly began working his way back down your body. Coming to rest between your thighs, pulling your legs up over his shoulders. Leaving small nips on the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh and rubbing his facial hair against your skin to tease you.
A soft "Stephen, please!" escaped from your lips as you impatiently waited for his lips and tongue to work their magic on you. Feeling your hips thrust on their own when you felt him blow against your wet cunt. Making your sex flutter and clench. One of his favorite sights. 
"Make sure you don't hold back any of those pretty noises darling, want to make sure everyone can hear. Look at the camera as I eat you out, baby." 
You followed his instructions and let your head turn to the side. Keeping your eyes open as you stared into the lens. Trying to fight the inkling of self-consciousness tugging at the back of your mind. 
Those thoughts vanished completely the moment you felt Stephen's warm tongue make its first pass through your folds. All you could focus on was the feeling of his mouth on you. The scratch of his goatee against your most sensitive spots. He was taking his time. Lavishing your cunt with long licks and sucking kisses.
Stephen was a perfectionist, and that translated into every aspect of his life. Including sex. His photographic memory helping to make sure he knew exactly what way to lick and suck at your pussy to bring you to climax in record time. Only using his fingers on occasion. He could get you there with his mouth alone. Tonight was clearly going to be one of those nights.
Your back arched as he suckled on your clit. Keeping your gaze locked on the camera lens. Making sure to give Stephen the sights and sounds he wanted for your video. A long moan falling when you felt his tongue thrusting in and out of you. Hitching your legs up higher and farther apart so he could go deeper while letting your hips start to rut against his face.
As soon as he could feel you getting close to orgasm, Stephen pulled away and pounced on you once again. Wasting no time before he started to slowly thrust his hard cock into you. His lips biting at your neck.
He growled when you whimpered at the feeling of his cock bottoming out inside you. Holding perfectly still and letting you start to squirm beneath him. Wanting you to beg him to move. 
"Tell me what you want. Want you to say it again. Say it to the camera, sweetheart. Tell them why you're whimpering."
Your face now contorted into a pout as you tried so hard to get any sort of friction. Stephen's hips pushed flush to yours, holding you firmly in place.
"Want you to fuck me, Stephen. Need you to fuck me hard. Make me feel good, daddy. Please make me cum. Please."
He smiled and kissed you deeply. Bringing his hands to cup your face and giving you another moment of sweet intimacy before he gave you what you wanted. Pulling away and pulling your legs up over his shoulders. Scooting you just a little so the camera would be able to see his cock stretching and filling you. Once he had you right where he wanted you he began thrusting. 
"You asked for it, sweetheart. You turn me on so fucking much. This is just gonna be the first time I make you cum tonight. I'm not gonna stop until you feel like a goddess. My goddess." 
You reached up to intertwine you fingers with his as he started fucking you harder. Leaning forward so your ass was slightly lifted up off of the bed and his tip was pummeling that sweet spongy spot on your front wall. Making you clench around him each time he hit it. Your voice coming out in little squeaks and the sound of skin slapping punctuating Stephen's movements. 
You could already feel your orgasm building when Stephen moved to bring one hand down to begin rubbing at your clit. Pulling his cock out long enough to smear some of your wetness on the swollen bundle of nerves. Your cunt immediately clenching around him as he started tracing small circles there with his thumb. 
"That's it, my love. Can feel you getting close. You better cum soon because I'm not gonna be able to hold on much longer. Wanna fill you up every day. Mark you as mine. Inside and out. Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum."
Stephen's own dirty talk getting the best of him. His head dropping down to watch his cock slamming in and out of your drenched cunt. Your pussy gripping tight around him sending him over the edge. His thrusts getting faster and his fingers on your clit mirroring his hips.
He let out a deep groan as he started cumming inside you. The feeling of his warm thick cum filling you triggering your own orgasm. Your cunt drenching his cock and his cum filling you completely. Your moans mingling in harmony with Stephen's. Your hands that were still clasped gripping each other tighter. 
Stephen's body falling onto yours and your lips meeting for slow, sweet kisses as your highs continued to ebb and flow. The sensations slowly fading as you came back down together. The feeling of Stephen's weight on top of you lulling you closer to sleep. All worries and neuroses disappearing and receding back into the depths of your mind. 
You were with Stephen, and Stephen loved you exactly as you were. He only had eyes for you, and he would love you no matter what. Even on days when you couldn't see your beauty, you knew he would help you to see it. Even when you didn't love yourself, he would give you enough love for both of you.
Eventually, Stephen rolled to the side and pulled you with him. Settling you under the covers and holding you close. Pressing kisses all over your face as you floated in the twilight space between waking and sleep. Not moving or pulling away until your breath settled into a steady rhythm that told him you were close to sleep.
Then Stephen stood up and went over to the phone. Stopping the recording and bringing the phone back over to the bed. Setting it down on his nightstand and purposely not setting his usual morning alarm. He wanted to sleep in with you tomorrow. He would deal with Wong later.
You were too exhausted to review the products of your photoshoot right now, but the next time you were feeling down or self-conscious, Stephen would be ready to show you just how beautiful you really were. If you still didn't believe him, maybe he would bring up the idea of an outside opinion like you suggested. You would have the world drooling over you, and he would get to gloat that you were all his.
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Midnight Love | Dr Strange x Fem!Reader
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Midnight Love | Dr Strange x Fem!Reader
| a song fic, kinda; Midnight Love by girl in red (listen to the song here)
| 3451 words
| angst, fluff, implied smut (dirty jokes)
| You've just had enough. It's been two years of the same thing and you want something to change, you want him and only him, you want to finally love him and him to love you.
| NOTE: hello i am back bitchezz! oh wow, i feel like it's been a long time since i wrote a dr strange one. i was playing with the wedding!stephen idea for a long time now and last night at around 3 am, i outlined this fic. i hope u guys like it as much as i do! pls let me know ur thioughts ! comments, hearts, and reblogs, are much loved by moi <3
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You sighed as you took in your reflection in your vanity mirror. Still wondering why you are even doing this, you absently picked up the bottle of mascara and wiped the brush across your lashes, making it curl. Why are you doing this? Just why? Today was the dreaded date, the day that’s been marked with a red—no, blue highlighter on your diary. Just get through the day, you whispered to yourself, applying the last spritz of perfume on your neck. You stood up and teetered on your heels, shiny and sparkly to match your dress. You were once again berating yourself for being anxious and nervous for such a stupid reason when the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of on Dr Stephen Strange. The renowned surgeon now retired from performing neurosurgery and now a very much active superhero protecting reality and time. You opened the door and it revealed such an immaculate sight of Stephen, one you’ll definitely never forget. You whistled, a wide smile threatening to form on your lips, and he rolled his eyes in response.
“You scrub up well, doc.” you giggled.
“I prefer the robes much more. Now please can we get a move on?”
“And I prefer this, sorry but I am such a sucker for men who wear suits.” you stepped out of your house, clicking the door shut. Stephen scoffed and walked forward, stopping a few steps from you.
“You’re fucking the wrong guy, then.” he chuckled.
“Yeah, I think I am.” you replied with a small smile. You reached out and touched his tie, adjusting it lightly.
“You look beautiful by the way.” he complimented you, watching your cheeks burn red.
“What? No clever comeback on that one?” he challenged you. You ducked your head and smiled.
“Are you wearing that blush makeup thing or are you actually blushing?” he pushed further, laughing at his attempt to tease you. You turned and face him, shyly looking up at him, “Thank you.” He stepped closer to you, and lightly kissed the corner of your lips. “I mean it. Now come on, we’ll be late.” his baritone voice grumbled before he drew you in, held your hand, and led you to the waiting taxi.
As the yellow taxi morphed into the busy streets of New York, you watched the streets and the high buildings fly past the window. You opted to be quiet, to be left alone with your thoughts as Stephen idly ran his thumb on your hand, soothing you and not helping you calm down at all at the same time. Why were you so nervous, anyway? Well, it’s because of the mere fact that you are attending as Stephen’s plus one in Dr Christine Palmer’s wedding. There was history between them, an ex of some sort, and Stephen didn’t like to talk about it too much, because it was in the past. And it’s going to stay that way.
Why were you bothered so much anyway? You and Stephen are just friends.
Friends; not the kind of friends who run to each other when they’ve got boyfriend or girlfriend troubles or problems in life in a general sense, a shoulder to cry on, that kind of friends. No, you and Stephen aren’t that kind of friends, you were the kind of friends who come over to each other’s’ flat, fucks, and at least have 5 orgasms in a row. It’s a bit much but hey, it’s true. Dr Stephen Strange is your fuck buddy and sometimes your stamina cannot keep up.
You stole a glance at the said man and he was also deep in thought. Sometimes, you want to crawl up in his head and stay there, just so you could know what he’s thinking about. Stephen sensed this and squeezed your hand and looked at you. He asked if you were okay and you nodded before gazing back at the window.
Yes, you were friends. The kind of friends who hold each other’s hand at the back of the taxi. But not the kind of friends who should have feelings for each other.
How the two of you started this arrangement, was actually unexpected. You remember the night clearly. As if it’s embedded itself right there in your core memory, one you’re sure you’ll never forget; never in a million lifetimes.
You were in line, waiting for your fried rice and orange chicken when he walked in the restaurant. It was a tiny Chinese place in Greenwich Village, the place only consisted of a few tables, a counter, and a kitchen at the back. But people loved the place, it was run by family to family and the menu and the recipes almost never changed. Just like your life, you were wondering, no, hoping, for something new to happen into your mundane life. You were idly thinking about it as your ear pricked up as the number of your order was called. You collected your food, thanked the staff who gave you service, and checked out the bag of food, subtly inhaling the delicious scent.
As if the universe, or some mighty being out there heard you, something in your life changed. You literally bumped into the change himself. Said change was wearing light blue shirt, black jacket, and sweatpants. You felt him before you heard him and before you knew it, your fried rice was all over the floor of the restaurant. You apologized profusely, flustered and a bit angry for having to buy another carton of fried rice.
He apologized too, and gave you a kind smile.
And unexpectedly, he offered to pay for half of your fried rice. Stephen was surprised too, when he heard himself say that.
But there was something in the air that night. No one knew what it was. You of all people were clueless of what it is. Maybe it was an after effect of the Blip, loneliness hung in the air like a perpetual sort of way, it was always there, spreading misery like it is a disease. Anyway, people sought out people when it happened. People suddenly valued the company of another, appreciating it and treasuring it like a precious stone.
People lost people, and then they moved on, gained more people in their lives.
Maybe Stephen was feeling particularly lonely that night. But who really knows?
And so, the two of you exchanged contact numbers and separated ways. The next time you saw him, you both ended up on his bed, panting and relishing the post-orgasmic high. That was also the night the two of you agreed that whatever you have; it’s purely physical. It’s just sex. No commitments. No chocolate hearts and flowers. No romantic dates. No Christmases, no Valentine’s. It’s just sex.
Lizzie, your best friend, scoffed at such an arrangement. It’s bullshit, she said. You’ll always remember what she said; “it’s a bunch of nonsense. Because it just doesn’t stop at sex. You’ll want more. Next thing you know, he’s cooking you breakfast. Or he’s asking you to go somewhere with him. And then you’ll be hanging Christmas ornaments on his tree. Next thing you know, you’re invited as his plus one at a wedding or some shit—"
“Your relationship with him, whatever it is, is none of my business, for now. But when he breaks your heart, when this—whatever you two have breaks your heart, it becomes my business.”
How right she was. Especially the wedding part. And this, whatever you two have has been going on for two years. In those two years, it wasn’t just sex. Because somehow, in the middle of it, the two of you craved for more. But scared to do so much more. Scared to cross the proverbial boundary that leads to commitment. Scared to be free; free of feeling and being in love.
The car rolled to a stop at the church and your thoughts stopped too. It was time to focus, time to stop thinking about being in love with Stephen. Ever the gentleman, he paid the driver and helped you out of the car. In instinct, he offered his hand and you took it. The two of you walked hand in hand towards the small chapel, quietly processing and musing about the event.
It wasn’t over the top, it was simple. Almost endearing in a sort of way. You wanted a wedding like this.
“But will you ever get married?” Stephen replied, and it later registered to you that you said that out loud.
“I have no idea. Why don’t you check your time thingy if I do?”
“I don’t want to.” he quickly responded.
“Why not? That way I’ll have one less invitation in the pile.” you joked. He looked at you questioningly.
“’Cause I won’t send you one. I’ll just tell you to come, RSVP your name and badger until you come.” you laughed softly.
“Either way, I won’t check if you’ll get married or not. I don’t think it's worth it.” he said stoically, trying to mask what he really meant to say. I don’t want to see if you’ll get married because I want to save myself the disappointment that in the far future, I won’t be the man you’ll be marrying.
You hummed, waiting for his harsh words to sink into you. You looked up at him and offered him a small smile that he graciously returned. He led you across the room, introducing you to his past colleagues.
“This is Y/N, my friend.” he said, too many times. Repetitive, like a chant that has started to poison your head. My friend. My friend. It was painful to the point you wanted to cry and leave. But before you could, the ceremony started.
The bride, Christine, was really beautiful. For a moment you forgot your insecurities and stared at her in awe as she walked down the aisle in her white gown. You tore your gaze from her and turned to look at the man beside you. His face was impassive, giving nothing away, but you could feel his trembling yet elegant hands gently trace your lower back, you folded your arm into your back, his fingers found yours and interlocked them together into a subtle hold.
You couldn’t read him, you couldn’t figure him out, but you were sure you could feel him. And for a moment, that was enough.
Stephen remained quiet throughout the ceremony, the vows made by the newlywed, the excited cheers, muted in the background as his thoughts wildly bounced around his head. He was overthinking, yes, and it was such an understatement. The instant second, he laid eyes on you; you were wearing a navy-blue dress and glittery strappy heels, your hair in a beautiful mess, your face relaxed, laughing and blushing, his heart stuttered and his mind malfunctioned.
You were stunning. And you were not his.
It troubled him greatly that you were settling on your arrangement, almost too content in just being fuck buddies. Because no, he was getting tired of it. He doesn’t want to settle on just that. He wanted you. And only you. But something always held him back, perhaps it was the amount of work he has; his plate is almost too full for his liking, perhaps it was the fear of suddenly losing you because of the dangers of his superhero gig. But when you held his hand behind your back, it was when he realized why was afraid of so many things when your smile and your touch are enough to chase away the fear. Stephen decided it was enough. Whatever you two have needs to stop at being just that, it needs to be more.
“I do.” “I do.” Rings were exchanged. Tears were shed.
“Are you okay?” you asked him as he glanced at you.
“Yeah, I am.” he exhaled.
Soon enough, the ceremony ended and people started to pile outside, taking pictures and congratulating the newlyweds. Soon enough, you were introduced to the bride, Christine. She pulled you away from Stephen discreetly and said, “He told me a lot of things about you.”
“Did he? Good things, I hope.”
“It’s all good, don’t worry. And your dress, you look amazing.” she smiled, and you knew, you like her.
“Not as amazing as you. Congratulations. Really beautiful ceremony.” you said with a smile.
“I hope he is treating you well, he’s a bit of dick but I know you’ve been really good for him.” she said, holding your hand lightly. You giggled and reassured her that it’s all fine, that he is treating you well.
“Now come on, let’s look out for a glass of champagne, I am dying for a drink.” she sighed and smiled. The two of you got along fine and you could see why Stephen was smitten with her. She was charming and nice.
The two of you, you and Stephen, found yourselves within the wedding crowd, waiting to get settled in the assigned tables and chairs in the reception, flute of champagne in your hand and in his, the banter started.
“Weddings huh, the end of an era.” you sighed dramatically.
“Hardly, I think it’s the beginning of one.” he replied with a smirk.
“Who are you and what have you done to Stephen Strange?” you asked with your eyebrows raised.
“You’re forgetting the ‘doctor’, darling, and no, it’s still me, just a bit optimistic.” he chuckled.
“You’re hardly a doctor anymore,” you scoffed and gave him a wink.
“Perhaps, I should remind you later, when we’re alone. Remind you that I am your doctor whether you need one or not.” he whispered into your ear, and immediately you sucked in a breath, taken aback. A shiver ran up your spine and you exhaled the breath you were holding in.
“I’m sure I don’t need a doctor, I’m perfectly fine. But I’ll let you check me up, examine me, probe me and poke me anyway.” you replied and winked at him before moving away from his presence.
Wedding receptions were always fun, or at least that’s what you think. There’s food, booze, and cake. Things you’ll never turn down even if you were secretly pining for the man next you and secretly angry at yourself for letting yourself fall in love with him. As the night wore on, your wine glass was refilled almost always. The dance floor opened up and under the colored lights, you watched the newlywed dance for the first time. Their movements are slow and sweet, matching their favorite song. Under the spinning and altering colored lights, you wondered if you’ll ever experience the same with the man beside you, Stephen Strange.
As if he heard your thoughts, he stood up and straightened up his jacket before offering his hand to yours, silently urging you to join him on the dancefloor. You accepted with a smile, holding on to his hand, scared to let go, scared to let this fleeting moment end.
He led you to the side of the dancefloor, guided your hands where it should be, and drew you in close to him, your bodies almost touching. Stephen swayed into the song, leading you with him. You watched him, your gentle gaze meeting his nervous one.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked, his voice almost drowning into the song.
“You.”
“What about me?” his voice was laced with curiosity.
“You really look amazing in that suit; I want it to stay on while you’re fucking me.” you whispered into his ear, it was now his turn to get flustered.
“And I want to fuck you too, but your high heels will stay on.” he retaliated, you giggled and you let your head fall into his broad chest.
You could hear the steady pounding of his heart and you wanted nothing but to stay there, right there in that moment. If you could just keep it in a bottle and save it for a sad rainy day. The song morphed into another and the two of you still swayed along to the melody. You were a bit drunk and you wanted nothing but Stephen’s company.
There was something about the song that made your ears prick up and listen carefully. Maybe it was the dull and steady beat, almost matching Stephen’s heartbeat. Maybe it was the powerful piano accompaniment, or the hauntingly beautiful voice of the artist. Maybe it was the lyrics.
Oh oh,
I can’t be you midnight love,
When your silver is my gold,
Oh, oh oh,
In this light I swear, I’m blind,
Oh, oh oh,
In this light I swear you’re mine.
The song was appallingly apt to what you were currently feeling, it bothered you, a niggling feeling that crawled up your skin. As the song drew to its end, you were distancing yourself more from Stephen. You finally had enough.
I can’t be your midnight love. When your silver is my gold. You finally had enough calls during the middle of the night, calls full of want and need. You finally had enough of the uncertain and empty words that hung in the air. You finally had enough of all of it.
You wanted him. You want him all to yourself. You want more of him. You want to stay in the morning and wake up next to him. You want to finally stop leaving, and him leaving every after meeting.
In this light I swear, I’m blind. In this light I swear you’re mine. How could you be blinded by fear for so long? You were blindfolded for a long time. You forgot to actually look for the light, the shining light of realization that there’s nothing you want more in this world but to be with him and only him. You want nothing in this lifetime but to love him and only him.
Tears pricked your eyes as you parted with him, leaving him on the dancefloor. Stunned, Stephen stood there, watching you disappear under the lights and within the party crowd. It took him seconds to realize that he should follow you and at least make sure you get home safe, as he always did.
He found you outside the hotel, waving for a taxi. Stephen cautiously approached you and noticed you were lightly shivering. So, he removed his jacket and walked towards where you were pacing.
“Y/N,” he said, passing his jacket to you and you shrugged, moving away from him. You hastily wiped your tears and sniffed. He looked so beautiful and it’s heartbreaking.
“Y/N please, let’s talk. Tell me what’s wrong.” he said, his voice dripping with sincerity. You still looked away from him, gathering the strength to face him and show him how you were so in love with him, it’s breaking you. You took a few deep breaths before the words tumbled out of your trembling lips.
“I can’t be your midnight love.” you echoed the lyrics of the song. 6 words that meant so much. Meant so much love and so much pain.
“Not anymore, Stephen. I’m ending this.” you continued. You watched him with glassy eyes. He walked the small distance between the two of you and draped his jacket on your shoulders. Finally, you felt a sense of warmth. You ducked your head, embarrassed at crying in front of him.
“Look at me.” he said gently, tipping your chin lightly. You did and your gazes met.
“If you want to end this, then I’m with you. I want to stop whatever is going on between us, because I want more, Y/N,”
“I want you, and only you. Selfish as it may sound, and I know you deserve better—” you cut off his speech, holding your finger up to his lips.
“And I want you, Stephen. Only you. I don’t deserve better, no, I deserve us.” you said, your voice fading.
Stephen gave you his shy smile, the one you’ve come to know, the one he’s only reserved for you. He leant in, lightly touching his soft lips to yours. You kissed him back, chaste and sweet, short with full of promise. When the two of you parted, he planted his forehead against yours, whispering the words against your lips; “You should know, and you should always remember, you weren’t just my midnight love. I loved you and I will always love you in every second of the day, every second of the night.”
“And you were mine, Stephen. I will love you always, and timelessly.” you replied before kissing him once more.
“Will the suit still stay on?” he asked jokingly and you giggled.
“And I’ll keep on my high heels, Strange.”
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vickiee-mcmuffin · 7 months
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A helping touch
Word count: 3k
Pairing: Stephen Strange x Female Reader
Trope: Explicit Smut, Age gap (18+ Warning, Minors DNI)
A/N: I hope you like this little idea that came to mind. Thank you for helping me with ideas @strangelockd and gif credit goes to @thelostsmiles
Summary: You are intrigued by the new arrival at Kamar Taj. He has a scruffy appearance, but you offer to help him out when you find out why.
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You were one of the youngest people at Kamar Taj since you were in your early twenties, but you had quickly adapted to the environment. You had officially been enrolled there for just over two months. It all started when you lost your job. You didn’t have a single person to help you, so you had gone to Kamar Taj since there was nowhere else for you to go. All you had wanted was a little bit of help, but you ended up staying at Kamar Taj, learning the mystic arts.
Your time at Kamar Taj had pretty much flown by. You weren’t one to start drama or crave attention. You just liked to keep to yourself, getting all your training done. But that quickly changed when you had a new arrival at Kamar Taj. His name was Stephen Strange.
He was rather scruffy when you first saw him with his unkempt hair, but you still couldn’t help it when you stared at him. For a moment you had wondered if he was homeless and that he had visited Kamar Taj for a helping hand – just like you had done earlier. But it didn’t take you long to figure out that the story was completely different. You found out more about him after you introduced yourself to him one day, asking him why he was at Kamar Taj.
Stephen was nice to you. He had confessed to you that he had lost his job and his home after getting into a terrible car accident that damaged his hands. The accident was so bad that they had to put eleven stainless steel pins in his hands – not to mention all the nerve damage he had.
You had been beyond surprised when he told you that. That was news to you since he usually kept his hands covered up with a white cloth. You could only just barely see the faintest of scars on the tips of his fingers. You had also discovered that the accident was why Stephen looked all scruffy. Thanks to his hands being all damaged and hurt, he couldn’t really shave his beard or cut his hair since his hands shook so much.
The story shocked you. But part of you was glad that he felt comfortable sharing his past with you…
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It was later that day that you decided to help Stephen out. He looked like he needed it and you just felt so bad for him. You were also certain that you had a little crush on him already.
Leaving your room that evening in nothing but your pyjamas, you moved to Stephen’s own room, making sure to walk as quietly as possible. You didn’t want to wake the masters up.
You knocked on the door, waiting a few seconds before you pushed it open. You found yourself blushing wildly when you saw Stephen standing before his mirror. All he had on were his shorts. He was doing his best to shave his beard.
“Sorry,” you said quickly when Stephen turned to look at you. “I’ll just go.”
“No,” Stephen said softly. “It’s okay. Come in.”
“Hi,” you said, voice all timid.
“Hey. What are you doing here?”
“I just wanted to come and help you out with your hair and your beard. I actually used to be a hairdresser before coming to Kamar Taj.”
Stephen smiled at you. “I’d like that very much, actually. If you’re sure you wanna do it, that is.”
“I am.” You shut the door behind you, moving closer to Stephen. Your eyes lowered and they landed on his hands, gasping when you saw how scarred they truly were. But it didn’t scare you. No. You just thought his hands looked so unique. “Do you have a chair so that you can sit down?”
Stephen nodded, grabbing a chair that had been sitting in front of his desk. He got it settled in front of the mirror, taking a seat.
You grabbed a pair of scissors that had been sitting on a small shelf by the mirror, but before you got to work, you wanted to know if Stephen was okay with what you were about to do.
“Do you trust me?” you asked softly.
Stephen nodded. “I do.”
Grabbing the towel that had been hanging on one of Stephen’s shoulders, you wrapped it around him. Your fingers pulled at his hair, running your digits through his locks before you began to cut the length off. Thick strands hit the floor as you cut here and there, doing your best to keep everything even. It didn’t take you long to get his hair down to a length you thought he’d be happy with. Exchanging the scissors for a brush, you carefully ran the brush through his hair, not stopping until the grey streaks in his hair were carefully tucked behind his ears. You swept back most of his hair so that it was to one side, finishing off the look so that it curled a little at the top, just above his forehead.
“Do you like it?” you asked nervously.
You watched him send you a smile, his eyes on your reflection in the mirror. “I love it.”
You let out a sigh of relief. “Do you still want me to do your beard?”
“Yes, please.”
“Hm, is there another chair I can sit in to do it? Might make it a bit easier.”
“Oh, no, sorry. There’s just this one chair.”
“Oh.”
Stephen said nothing for a long while. For a second you wondered if he had regretted choosing you to do his hair. But then he spoke up.
“You can sit on my lap,” Stephen offered. “If that’ll work.”
You felt your cheeks go red at the suggestion. But it did sound enticing. “Are you sure?”
“Of course. Only if you want to...”
“I don’t mind.” With that, you grabbed the electric razor from the dressing table – the one Stephen had been trying to use earlier. Then you moved in front of him, parting your legs and getting on his lap so that you could straddle him. After getting settled in Stephen’s lap, you looked down at him. “How do you want me to shave your beard? Do you want to be clean-shaven? Or something else?”
Stephen smiled at you. “I was thinking maybe a goatee would suit me.”
You smiled back at him, giving him a nod. Then you turned the razor on, the sound of the buzzing hitting your ears. Tilting your head, you began to get to work on his beard. There was a lot to get rid of. You moved the razor carefully along his skin, keeping Stephen’s vision in mind. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw Stephen close his eyes as you shaved off his beard.
To get a better angle, you shifted slightly. But that meant you were rocking your hips against him softly, and you suddenly felt Stephen’s hands grab your hips tight as he gasped.
But you kept moving, not stopping until the only facial hair Stephen had was his goatee. Turning off the razor, you moved to the side slightly so that Stephen could see his reflection properly.
“Well, what do you think?” you asked.
Stephen reached up, rubbing his fingers against his chin. “You did a really good job.”
“Thank you.” Leaning over, you sat the razor down, still sitting there in Stephen’s lap. You looked down at Stephen, taking in his face. You couldn’t believe how different he looked. He had gone from scruffy to… handsome. Really handsome. You’re gorgeous, you thought the words in your head.
“You are too, sweetheart,” Stephen mumbled.
Your eyes widened. You didn’t realise you had said it out loud. “Wait… Did I say that out loud?”
Stephen chuckled. “You did.”
But then you realised what Stephen had said. He had said that you were gorgeous. “Did you mean what you said? When… When you said that I was gorgeous?”
“I did mean it.”
It was quiet for a long moment – until Stephen slowly closed the gap to kiss you. Your cheeks felt hot as you felt his lips on yours, not quite sure how to react at first. All you could feel was shock. Finally, you were just about to kiss him back, and then you felt Stephen pull away.
“I’m sorry,” Stephen said, eyebrows furrowed. “I’m—"
But you cut him off and gave him a kiss right back. You moaned softly, feeling Stephen’s tongue push into your mouth, his big hands on your hips. You began to move your hips against him, forcing a groan from Stephen’s lips. You kissed long and hard, only for you to gasp when you felt Stephen’s hard length right up against you.
“I’m sorry,” Stephen mumbled when you noticed.
But he had nothing to be sorry for. You went back to kissing him, grinding your hips against him again. You were getting wet, your need for Stephen growing by the second.
“I want you to fuck me so bad,” you whispered into Stephen’s ear.
Stephen shifted so that he could look at you properly. “Are you sure? You know I’m older than you.”
“I’m definitely sure. Plus… I’ve always liked older men, anyway,” you said, voice light and teasing. You looked at Stephen carefully, seeing him blush at your words. So adorable, you thought.
“Fair enough,” he told you with a small laugh.
Soon his lips were back on you, and you hurriedly kissed him back. Your hands moved down to his shorts and Stephen sat up a little so that you could pull them down just enough for his cock to spring free. You couldn’t help but gasp when you got a look at him.
“Do you like what you see?” he wondered, a smirk on his face.
All you did was kiss him in response, and he kissed you right back. But you had to get up. Just for a second. Only so that you could pull down your pyjama shorts, letting them hit the floor. It didn’t take you long to get back on Stephen’s lap, kissing him again. The kiss lasted a good few minutes before Stephen pulled away from you.
“You gotta be quiet,” he instructed you.
You nodded. “I will be.”
Stephen nodded and you put your hands on his shoulders, lifting yourself up just that little bit so that the head of his cock could line up with your entrance. Then you slowly moved down onto him, the both of you moaning at the same time as you took him inside of you. You both moaned together and when you had every inch of him inside of you, you pressed your face into his neck. Slowly, you ground your hips against his, with Stephen’s big hands holding you tight.
You slowly rode Stephen, doing your best to stay quiet. Stephen was being quiet too as you lifted yourself up and then you brought yourself back down. You both moved together in unison, and you just loved the feeling of Stephen’s thick cock stretching you out.
But you couldn’t help but moan when you felt the tip of Stephen’s cock hit that sensitive spot deep inside of you. The sound was long and loud, your lips parted as you just let the noise out.
“Shh,” Stephen said.
You sent him a quick nod. You did your best to stay quiet, but it was just so hard.
“You feel so good,” Stephen said with a groan, his words low. “God, you feel so fucking good.”
You kept moving along his cock. Up and down, up and down. Stephen’s thick cock felt like heaven buried deep inside of you. The tip kept hitting that sweet spot, your eyes half opened as you rode his cock.
“Look at you,” Stephen said with gritted teeth. “You look so beautiful taking my cock. Mm, you look so pretty for me. All mine…”
“Oh, Stephen,” you let out, moving along Stephen’s cock faster. You needed to pick up the pace, letting his cock fill you up again and again. You could feel him throbbing inside of you and that just made it feel all the more better.
“I love how you say my name,” he grunted. “You sound so gorgeous saying my name like that. And fuck, you take my cock so well. So, so good. You feel perfect. I can’t get enough of this pussy.”
His words spurred you on and you found yourself just riding his cock faster, letting him stretch you out and fill you up. Squeezing his shoulders tight, you bounced on his cock wildly, your hands moving to his back as you scratched at him. Pure pleasure was taking over your body as you moved up and down, up and down. Even your toes started to curl as your pussy grew wetter, coating Stephen’s cock in your sweet juices. Stephen kept groaning underneath you as you rode him, clearly loving how you were working your pussy along his cock.
“Stephen, please,” you whined out.
“I know, sweetheart. I know it feels good. This little pussy feels so good wrapped around me,” he grunted. “Feels like it was made for me. I just wanna make you feel good. And I’m gonna make you feel even better now.”
Stephen suddenly reached down and grabbed your ass. Holding you tight, he began to pound into you from underneath. You cried out, the noise shrill and loud as he gave you every inch of his cock. You could feel his heavy balls slapping against you as he made you his.
“Stephen!” you cried out. “Mm, Stephen! Yes, yes, yes!”
“That’s it, gorgeous. Say my name. Scream it out. Look at your face. Look at how pretty you look taking my cock. My sweet, pretty girl.”
“Mm, Stephen, yes!”
Snapping your eyes open, you pressed your forehead to Stephen’s, staring right into his dark eyes as he fucked you. Your lips were pouted, mouth wide open as Stephen took you. He kept fucking you, kept giving you every single inch of his cock. Your pussy felt so wet as he slid in and out of you.
Stephen gave you a wink suddenly, and that was when he seemed to use every last bit of energy he had to take you. You gasped, feeling him thrust in and out of you wildly, his thick cock buried deep inside of you. It was the best thing you had ever felt. Nothing had ever come close to the pure, filthy pleasure that Stephen was giving you.
“Stephen, Stephen, Stephen,” you chanted. Your voice was laced with lust.
“Fuck, you feel so good. I can’t believe how good you feel, baby.”
He fucked you and took you, your pussy turning his thick cock all wet and sticky the more your pleasure grew. Moving your shaking hands, you grabbed at Stephen’s hair, yanking at his locks. Stephen seemed to like that as he groaned in response, his thick length literally twitching inside of you.
“I love how you feel,” Stephen grunted. “You have the tightest, little pussy. You feel so good wrapped around my cock. I love it. I love how you feel so much.”
You stayed put, right there on Stephen’s length as he kept fucking you from underneath. His cock slid into you so easily, his tip hitting that spot again and again. You knew he was going to make you cum soon. You could just feel it. The pleasure increased by the second, your heart racing as he thrusted into you at the perfect angle.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” you told him with a whisper. “Oh, Stephen!”
Stephen seemed to take that as a challenge, because before you knew it, his fingers were digging into your ass tighter as he took you, fucking you so fast and hard that you could barely believe it. He hit that spot. That sensitive spot. He hit it over and over, until your eyes shut tightly and your ears started to ring, and then it was it for you.
A second later, your orgasm took over. You couldn’t be quiet. You just couldn’t. You came right then and there, squeezing at Stephen’s cock. You were trembling from top to bottom as Stephen groaned deeply. You guessed that he could feel you clenching around him, his cock throbbing wildly as he pounded into you deep and hard, giving you all of his cock until he lost it.
He grunted, shooting his thick load right into you. “Oh, fuck. I’m cumming. I’m cumming for you, beautiful girl.” Stephen held you right up against him, holding you nice and tight. He kissed you softly. “You were amazing. So amazing, my beautiful girl.”
You couldn’t say anything. You just stayed there, the both of you trying to get your breathing back on track. But soon Stephen stood up, keeping you in his arms. You let out a whine when his cock slipped out of you. Stephen got you settled on the chair, pulling up his shorts.
“I’ll be back in a second,” he told you.
And he was. With a washcloth in hand, Stephen gently cleaned you up before tossing the material to the floor. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“I am,” you said, voice low. You were so tired.
He smiled down at you. “I should ask you to cut my hair again if this is what happens after. Also, that was a total of five out of five star hair cut right there. Great service.”
Chuckling softly, you slowly moved off the chair and put your shorts back on. “Well, I better get back to my room. I don’t want us to get caught together.”
“Okay, sweetheart.”
He leaned in close, giving you a slow kiss. You hummed against his lips, kissing him softly before making your way to his door.
“I’ll see you around,” Stephen offered, his voice warm.
You gave him a bright, satisfied smile. “Definitely.” With that, you made a quick and sneaky exit back to your bedroom, that same smile on your face. 
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bitternessismyname · 7 months
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Annoying Neighbor (Sherlock X Reader)
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Summary: after a tree branch smashes through your bedroom window during a storm your forced to spend the night at your height or Sherlock’s flat.
Warnings: none
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It was the middle of the night, and a storm had woken you up about half an hour ago. It was brutal outside, and you lived on the first floor so you could see the wind pushing the trash cans and other things around the streets. The city had decided to plant some trees on the devil strip to make the area look more welcoming. You thought it was a stupid idea, mostly because you didn't look at the devil strip when deciding your opinion on the area.
You were making yourself some tea when you heard a loud crash coming from your bedroom. Jumping up, you ran into the bedroom and saw a tree branch busted the window above your bed, and rain had already soaked the sheets. You ran to grab some trash bags, scissors, and duck tape. You cut the trash bags so they would cover more area then taped them over the window as best you could, but since the tree branch was still in your room, it was difficult to maneuver around it. You sighed. As much as you didn't want to, it seemed you would have to go to your upstairs neighbors for help. Mrs Hudson was out for the weekend, and the only other people in the building were John and Sherlock. Given how late it was, you knew that John was more than likely asleep. You just prayed that maybe due to the storm he'd be awake.
Taking a deep breath, you went upstairs and knocked on Sherlock and John's door. After waiting a few opened the door.
"Tree branch fell through your window and now you need a place to stay until Mrs Hudson can get it fixed." He wasn't asking, he knew.
"Yes." You rolled your eyes. "I know I'm going to regret asking but how did you know?"
"I heard the crash, you're also soaking and since I didn't see you go outside that means you either decided to shower in your clothes or a tree branch crashed through your window. You don't seem like a complete fool so I'm guessing it was the second option." He replied smugly.
"Yes, it was the second one. Look I don't like this anymore than you do but can I just sleep on your couch for the next two days until Mrs Hudson gets back into town? It's not supposed to rain as bad tomorrow but my bed won't be dried by then either way. I used trash bags to cover the hole as best I could but there's still a branch taking up half my bedroom." You sighed. You were so tired and all you wanted was to get some sleep. You didn't have to work the next day but you were up early due to work today and just wanted to pass out. Whether it be on your own bed or Sherlocks couch you didn't really care at the moment.
"Come on in." He moved out of the doorway to let you in then closed the door behind you. "You're soaked, I'll get you some clothes and you can go take a hot shower. I'd rather you not get sick."
"Worried about my health?" You teased.
"No, you getting sick means you spread your germs around this entire flat." You rolled your eyes at him as he led you into his bedroom where he grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a shirt that was way too long for you.
"The bathrooms right down the hall. I'll make you some tea while you're showering." He pointed to the bathroom.
"Thank you." You smiled gently at him.
"You're welcome." He went into the kitchen to start making your tea when he started thinking back to a conversation he and John had about a week ago.
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"Just admit that you like her." John badgered his friend.
"I think you are confusing me with yourself. You are the one always talking to her in the hall everytime I walk past the two of you. Honestly, should I start planning the wedding now or would you rather wait a few months?"
"Sherlock I know that you only ignore her because you fancy her. It's rather obvious if you ask me. You act like a complete show off everytime you see her. Normally if you don't like someone you just act like a git but with her you show off as if you want to impress her. I also see the way you look at her when she's not looking. You have feelings for her, you just don't know how to show it. All you need to do is something nice for her to show that you're not a complete asshole."
"Like what. It's not as if I can just ask her to dinner when she thinks I hate her. I heard the two of you talking and yes I do listen when I pass by. She thinks I hate her so if I just up and ask her on a date she's going to say no."
"Try talking to her next time you see her instead of ignoring her like you've been doing. It doesn't help you when you like someone, Sherlock. Especially when you barely know them."
Unfortunately after that John and Sherlock got stuck on a particularly hard case that took them over a week which meant Sherlock didn't get to have those conversations in the hallway like he had been hoping.
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Now you were in his flat asking for his help and he was giving it. He was going to be the most helpful neighbor he could for you to show that he actually did care. Making your tea he decided that he was going to let you take his bed for the weekend until Mrs Hudson got back.
You were in the shower enjoying the hot water beating on your chest. You didn't realize how cold you were until the hot water hit your skin making it feel like pins and needles from the cold. After letting the hot water warm you up for a while you decided to stop using all of Sherlock's hot water. You turned off the water, got out, dried off and changed into Sherlock's clothes.
You hated to admit how good he smelled. You wanted to hate Sherlock for how he's acted but you just couldn't. Something about him kept you from it. Maybe it was his sharp cheekbones, or his beautiful curly hair. Or maybe those baby blue eyes that make you weak at the knees everytime you look at them. He was mesmerizing. He was probably the most attractive man you've ever seen. But despite all of that the thing you really loved about him was how sweet he seemed to be to everyone except you. He was always so kind to John and Mrs Hudson, yes sometimes he could be a snarky handful but when he was nice he was the sweetest.
Wearing his clothes made you feel like you were being hugged by him. You never thought you craved his affection so much but now you ached for it. You wish you knew why he didn't like you.
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"How are you feeling?" Sherlock asked once you entered the kitchen where he set a cup of hot tea on the table for you. He sat across from you with his own cup.
"Better. I didn't realize just how cold I was."
"You were shivering when you were at the door, though you didn't seem to notice it."
"Well you've been very nice, thank you for all you've done."
"You're welcome. Now finish your tea then we can get you set up in the bedroom." You raised an eyebrow at him.
"Sherlock, I'm not going to kick you out of your bed. I'll take the couch, it's not a big deal. I'd be sleeping on the couch in my own flat if I had one." You were supposed to be getting a new couch a week ago but the shipping got lost and it was going to take at least another week for a new one to be delivered. You wished you had known that before throwing out your old one. Not that you could have used it anyway being as one of the legs snapped off while you were moving and it was unstable to even sit on.
"I won't hear it. You will take the bed." Sherlock didn't really know how to be kind and compassionate. This was all very new to him. All he knew is that he wanted to do something nice for you and he was going to make sure you took him up on his offer.
"Sherlock, you're being kind enough to let me use your shower, your clothes and stay in your flat. I can't kick you out of your bed."
"Nonsense. Take the bed Y/N I want you too." He insisted.
"Sherlock I don't feel right kicking you out of your own bed."
"Then we'll share the bed. That's the only way either of us are going to agree."
"I supposed that's fine."
"Perfect. I'll throw on a spare blanket just in case." Sherlock took both of your empty tea cups and put them in the sink then got the bed ready. After a few minutes you both crawled into bed.
"Goodnight Sherlock." You yawned into the pillow.
"Goodnight Y/N."
You both of course stayed awake for a while making sure the other didn't get up and go to the couch. You both knew how stubborn the other was. And of course being so close to one another wasn't easy either. All you wanted was to wrap your arms around him and snuggle into his side but you knew you couldn't so you shut your eyes and finally got some sleep.
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The next morning John went into Sherlock's bedroom when he realized he wasn't coming out anytime soon. Normally Sherlock was the first one up but today he was still in his room with no signs of him being awake.
Of course when John opened the door he wasn't ready for what he saw. You, in bed with Sherlock. Not only wearing Sherlock's clothes but also cuddling up against his chest. John quietly closed the door and notified Lestrade that they would be late. He wasn't going to ruin this moment for the two of you.
Eventually you woke up and felt something rising and falling under you. Opening your eyes you saw that you were laying on Sherlocks chest and his arms were wrapped around you. He smelled so good and he was so warm. He looked so peaceful as opposed to his normal stressed self. You didn't want to wake him, you didn't want this moment to end. You just wanted to stay like this, in his arms forever. You closed your eyes and let yourself fall back to sleep.
Sherlock woke up not long after you fell back to sleep. You were in his arms. He can't remember how this happened but it felt nice to hold you like this. You looked so...Cute. He found himself wanting to be closer to you. Looking at the clock he noticed it was well past the time he was supposed to wake up but since John didn't come wake him he was guessing that Lestrade must have called and told him that they weren't needed. He couldn't bring himself to move and wake you so he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
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Eventually Sherlock did get out of bed, slowly and carefully not to wake you. He made his way to the kitchen where John was sitting with a smug look on his face and a cup of coffee.
"Someone had an eventful night." John commented.
"As a matter of fact I did. Y/N had a tree fall through her bedroom window so she came here to stay until Mrs Hudson gets back tomorrow morning." Sherlock said matter of factly.
"You want me to believe that I saw her in your bed cuddled up against your chest and nothing happened."
"You don't have to believe anything, that's what happened. She refused to take the bed and I refused to take the bed so we both took the bed."
"What? That makes no sense."
"I wanted to sleep on the couch so she could have the bed but she refused to take my bed from me and I refused to let her sleep on the couch so we both just slept in the bed." He explained. "What about the case?"
"I told Lestrade we would be late because I couldn't bring myself to wake you up when you looked so comfortable having Y/N wrapped in your arms." He replied.
"Okay let's get going then." He went to the closet and put on his coat.
"Aren't you going to change?"
"No, Y/N is still sleeping. I don't want to wake her. It's cold out anyway so I won't have to take off my coat. Now let's go." He insisted. John annoyingly did as he was told and left with Sherlock.
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About an hour later you woke up and looked around for Sherlock. You were sad he was no longer in bed holding you. You felt oddly cold now that you didn't have him there to keep you warm. You fell for Sherlock Holmes, you hated to admit it but it's true. You had feelings for the detective.
Getting out of bed you checked your phone and saw Sherlock had sent you a message about half an hour ago.
"Y/N, John and I got called away for work I'm afraid. Feel free to go up to your flat and get anything you might need and bring them down to my flat for the night. There's food in the fridge, help yourself. I should be back in the evening, John is going to one of his girlfriends places so it'll be just me I'll see you then-SH"
Smiling, you went to your flat and got yourself some clothes and other things you would need. Your phone charger, laptop etc. Before heading back to Sherlocks flat you took a proper shower. Going back to his flat you lounged on the couch for a while, made yourself some tea and just waited.
By late evening when he still wasn't back you were getting worried. You knew they were typically safe on cases but sometimes things could happen. Not even fifteen minutes later Sherlock came walking through the door and headed straight to the kitchen where you heard shuffling. You got up quickly and followed him.
"Oh my God Sherlock!" His face was covered in cuts and bruised. Blood was smeared all around his face where he had tried to wipe the blood away. You set the first aid kit that he pulled out and set it on the kitchen counter then got a damp cloth and started washing his face.
"I can take care of it." He insisted.
"I don't care now, head up." You commanded, washing under his chin where he had a decent cut. "What happened?" The worry in your voice didn't go unnoticed by the detective.
"A fight. It's a very long story. Thankfully John wasn't there when it happened. I told him to go see his girlfriend and I'd just head home."
"You're telling me John Watson allowed you to take a cab home like this? He's a doctor shouldn't he have done something?"
"Well, I told him I had a beautiful nurse waiting for me at home." He smirked.
"Sherlock Holmes, are you flirting with me?"
"Would you like me to stop?"
"Not at all. Let's get you cleaned up." You finished washing the blood off his face and you could see a bruise forming on his cheek. You gently ran your fingertips over it. "Your poor cheekbones."
"You could kiss it and make it better." You smiled.
"You have a cut on your lip. Would you like me to kiss that one too?"
"How could I say no." You put your hand on his good cheek and let your lips meet his. It was a brief kiss, you were too scared that you would hurt him since his lip actually was split. But He put his hand on the back of your head and deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth when you tried to inhale for breath.
"Sherlock." You gasped when he picked you up by the thighs and put you on the kitchen counter. Grabbing his hair in both your hands you pulled away. "What's happening?" You asked more to yourself.
"I have feelings for you Y/N. I didn't do a great job showing it but it's true." He confessed.
"I like you too. Obviously." You both laughed. You ran your hands through his hair playing with it and massaging his scalp.
"I would like to take you to dinner tomorrow."
"I would like that." He still had you caged in with his arms on either side of you while you sat on the counter. Slowly he leaned forward giving you every chance to reject him and when you didn't he kissed you. You linked your arms around his shoulders and enjoyed it as he slipped his tongue past your lips again so it intertwined with yours making you both moan.
"Perhaps we should get you all bandaged up before this goes too far." You suggested, panting for breath that he took.
"I think that's a good idea. I'll order us some takeaway and we can have a quiet night in."
"That sounds perfect. Now hold still while I get your poor face all fixed up."
"Yes darling." He smiled.
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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years
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Prima Gravida || Dr Strange
Follow up to Feral and Fertile
Summary: Pregnancy cravings leave you more ravenous for Stephen than ever before. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, reader!pregnancy, smut (oral and p in v), daddy kink, magical restraints, overstimulation WC: 1.6k
A/N: the first part was a request for afab reader which has carried through. No pronouns used, female genitalia/reproductive organs.
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You stared at the apple as Stephen balanced it perfectly on the tip of his index finger, a teasing smile playing at his lips. He was well versed with satiating the many cravings that struck you at all hours of the day and night but you couldn’t remember mentioning an apple.
“I don’t really like apples.” You pointed out as he tossed the fruit in the air, catching it and taking a bite himself. The crunch sounded crisp and his eyes closed with satisfaction as the juices trickled over his lip. You could feel desire pooling between your legs as he licked his smirking lips and it reminded you of where he had invested his time the night before. “They say one a day keeps the Doctor away and I can’t risk that.”
His lips were sealed shut as he masticated but his shoulders shook with a laugh before he swallowed the mouthful. “Clever.”
“I thought so.” You winked. 
“But also naughty because it tells me you haven’t checked the app today.” He tutted as he pulled you closer to splay his long fingers over your lower abdomen. “She’s the size of an apple this week.”
“You’re Doctor Stephen Strange, surely you know how subjective those sizings are.” You giggled. “What variety of apples are they even talking about?”
“I think Ambrosia would be the most accurate.” His eyes trailed across your skin as he stepped back and circled you with his heated stare. “I find your flesh simply divine and your juice sweet - it could easily be food for the gods.”
His hands caressed your shoulders and his beard tickled your neck as he kissed your racing pulse. Your head began to spin as your blood pumped faster and your need turned to a throb that begged for Stephen's attention.
“Baby?” You asked and felt him hum against your skin. “I have a craving.”
“You are insatiable.” He grinned as he caught your meaning with a soft moan. “I love it.”
He spun you around to face him before opening a portal to your bedroom and backing you up to the edge of the bed. Your hormones left you wet and needy for release, which at the moment was multiple times a day. Thankfully, Stephen was more than happy to oblige as he closed the portal and pulled your jeans off to throw them aside.
“Lay back sweetheart.” He ordered as he knelt in front of you, his fingers already dancing up your thighs to remove your panties.
 You did as you were told and lay down over the made bed but Stephen caught your legs and pulled you until your ass was at the edge and your legs hung over his shoulders. His breath was hot on your skin as he peppered kisses over the stretch marks, new and old, that littered your thighs. Your body was changing in so many ways but he loved them all, showing you just how much with his sweet actions. What he loved most of all was how decadent you smelt to him, you were always mouth watering but now you were carrying his child he was even more sensitive to your scent. 
“I wish you could see how wonderful you look.” He murmured quietly, having a private conversation with your pussy. “So pretty, so perfect.”
His fingers swiped lazily through your slit, his deep groan drifting up to your ears as he felt how wet you were for him. Your clit was already puffed and your pussy lips tender and swollen from the morning sex earlier as much the pregnancy too. You needed more than a single finger pumping slowly in and out of your cunt.
“Please, Stephen, I need to come.” You begged as you pushed up on your elbows so you could look at him between your legs. 
“Lay. Back.” He stated, as he withdrew his finger and taunted you with a slow lick across it before pointing at you. “Now.”
You flopped back with a frustrated huff that turned to a moan as his lips sealed around your clit and sucked. Your hands shot to his head and you gripped your fingers in his hair as your hips arched towards his mouth. Your body was chasing the high without your input but Stephen didn’t like not having control and with a flick of his wrist two golden ropes caught your hands and pulled them above your head. 
“That’s better.” He smirked before returning to his feast. 
Your mewls fuelled him as his tongue swirled your clit and he added a second finger, curling them so he could massage the soft tissue that sent beads of sweat breaking over your skin and your heart to nearly beat out of your chest. 
“Stephen, oh go, I’m so close.” You whimpered as he added a third finger and stretched your cunt like it was his cock. Your walls trembled as he drove you to ecstasy and when you threw your head back with a scream he pulled his fingers away so he could taste the fruits of his labour dripping from your folds. The warmth of his tongue delving between your slit left aftershocks rippling through your body and quickly built up another wave, the orgasm grasping you by the throat as a strangled cry erupted before you did. 
“Fuck, yes, that’s it, come again for me sweetheart.” He coaxed as your legs tightened around his neck and watched your pussy clench and flutter. "Come for daddy."
Every muscle in your body clenched at the incitement and you couldn’t believe the unholy moan that filled the room came from you. “F-fuck…holy shit.”
“You like it too huh.” Stephen winked cockily as he waved away the restraints and rose to his feet, shoving his trousers to the floor as he fisted his strained erection and pressed the leaking head into your swollen hole. “Thought you might. Now, beg for me. Beg for daddy.”
Another strangled cry fell from your lips as you tried to inch closer to him but he held your hips in place, his stilled cock holding your orgasm hostage. 
“Please...” You pleaded as you hooked your legs around his hips and tried to pull him closer. “Please, daddy, I need you to fuck me!”
He slammed his length into you and you cried out at the fullness his fingers could never give you and your nails raked down his back as he bent down to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his tongue and it drove you wild as you were desperate for more. No matter how many times he filled you, you still needed more of his kiss, his touch, his carnal desire.
“You’re so tight.” He grunted as he hooked your leg higher over his hips and thrust harder as he felt your core tighten around him. “I need you to come for me again sweetheart, wanna feel you come before I do.”
“I don’t know if I can.” You whimpered as you tried to catch your breath. “It’s too much.”
Stephen leant back and reached between your bodies to press a thumb to your sensitive clit. A sly grin grew across his face as he felt your pussy pulse and your back arch at the touch.
“You can take it.” Stephen praised as he gritted his teeth and fought off his release, waiting for you to let go first. “You take me so well.”
You couldn’t formulate words as you trembled beneath him, the pressure building until it burst. Your cries were swallowed by his kiss until he broke away with his own deep cry, his body shuddering with his release. He collapsed to the bed beside you, panting at the exertion but it was short lived as he sat up and wiped the sweat on his brow.
“Rest a minute, I’ll run you a bath and you can soak while I shoot over to Kamar-Taj.” He said as he kissed your forehead and climbed off the bed, pulling his trousers backup his hips.
“I thought you didn’t have to work this weekend.” You frowned, sitting up and watching him disappear into the bathroom.
“I have a mission.” He answered over the sound of running water. “I need to find a spell for stamina. It’s not even lunch and I hate to admit it but I am…spent.”
You buried your face in your hands as you tried not to laugh but also felt bad that your hormones made you so horny.
“I didn’t think I need sex so much after all the sex we had getting here.” You chuckled as you placed your hand on your yet-to-show bump. “Maybe I should buy a vibrator and give you a break.”
Stephen pressed his lips together and crossed the room with a shake of his head. “Is that a challenge? Because I have no problem making you come again and again and again without the help of toys.”
You crossed your legs tightly with a laugh before his hands could pry them apart. “Okay, okay, go stick your nose in a dusty book.”
“That’s what I thought.” He smirked, turning back to stop the water from overflowing the bathtub. His head popped out a portal that appeared beside you and gave you a quick kiss before disappearing again, his voice drifting through as it shut. “I love you.”
You weren’t sure he could still hear you but you said it with a smile anyway as you went to enjoy the bubble bath he had run. “Love you too.”
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Whumptober 2022 Day 13: Dislocation
Characters: Stephen Strange, America Chavez, Wong
Summary: Stephen was quite adept at dealing with his own pain and suffering, but watching his loved ones hurt was an entirely different story
"America, you have to blast it or you'll die!" Stephen shouted, pressing himself against the wall for cover. America cowered under a table and held the relic close to her chest.
"I can't do it! I can't!" America shouted back, yet still charged up the wand like Stephen had shown her how to do.
"I'm coming to get you! You have to shoot it!"
"I can't!" America whimpered. A hand grabbed her foot and started to pull her out from under the table. She wiggled her way out of the man's grasp and dove for the floor, letting a flurry of spells fly in her wake. There was the sound of something clattering to the floor and hurried footsteps.
"America!" Stephen hissed, checking the skull for damage. He let out a relieved sigh when he found no fractures and placed the skull back on the mantlepiece. "Do you know how ancient that skull is? How much power it has? Apparently not considering how recklessly you almost broke it! Always look where you're shooting!" He instructed.
Somewhere behind him America groaned. "Fine. Training is done for today if you're really gonna complain about it that mu- oh crap!" Wand long forgotten, America still lay on the floor while clutching her shoulder. Her eyes were tightly squeezed in pain. Stephen dropped to her side so quickly he was sure his knees were going to be bruised tomorrow. "How much does it hurt?" He asked while trying to pry her hand away from her shoulder.
"Lots," she said shortly. Stephen went into his so-called 'doctor mode' almost instantly. "I hit it when I fell. I can't move it."
Stephen clicked his tongue and confirmed after a moment, "yea, you dislocated your shoulder. Easy fix, though. Alright, America. I'm going to need you to sit up straight." She did so with a wince. Stephen carefully placed her hand on his shoulder and got in position to reduce the dislocation. America jerked back and yelped. He was quick to comfort, "hey, hey, I've done this a hundred times. It doesn't hurt, I promise. I'm just going to massage the joint back into place, ok? That's it." She looked at him fearfully but didn't jerk away again when he repositioned himself.
He laid the hand of her injured shoulder on his and rested one arm over hers to provide a gentle weight. He used the other hand to rub small circles from the top of her shoulder to the bottom. He did this for about two minutes, noting how America grew more relaxed as they went, "try to stretch your arm across your chest, now." America hesitated but did as he asked, only wincing slightly. "Feel better?"
She nodded, "yea. Just kinda sore now."
Stephen copied the motion, "it'll probably be sore for a few hours. Good thing we have both pain meds and ice cream in the kitchen." America smiled at that. "But first we need to get you fit for a sling and some ice," he amended.
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"What happened? Why do you look like a kicked puppy?" Wong asked. America and Stephen were watching a movie on the couch, with the former having fallen asleep against the other.
Stephen shifted slightly so he wouldn't disturb her to look at Wong. He whispered, "she got hurt during training so we stopped for ice cream and a movie."
Wong hummed in acknowledgment, "that doesn't explain why you look so devastated."
"I was kinda the reason she got hurt. I don't know why I had her training with relics when she can travel the multiverse at a whim, but…" he chuckled ruefully, "she jerked away and hurt herself even more 'cause she was afraid of me, Wong." Stephen shook his head in self-deprecation.
"She doesn't look very afraid of you right now," Wong pointed out. Stephen glanced over at the teen snuggled into his side and snoring softly. He couldn't help the small smile that crept up on his face, but it immediately dissipated the moment he saw the sling. "It was a small injury, Stephen. Stop beating yourself up about it."
Stephen shook his head, "But what about next time? Will she lose a leg because of my mistake? Her powers? Her life?" He took a shaky breath, "I can't be the reason someone else dies. I can't."
Wong sighed and sat down next to Stephen quietly. He threw an arm around his saddened friend and pulled him into a brief yet warm hug. "You don't have to look so surprised," Wong joked at Stephen's expression, "I am capable of showing affection to a friend who obviously needs it."
Stephen's gaze shifted to the floor, "yea. I guess so."
"I didn't want to be Sorcerer Supreme, you know," Wong said after a long silence. "Everyone told me I'd be great at it. So eventually I relented and took the position. I still have my doubts about if that was a good decision or not. My worst fear was leading my people to their deaths. It kept me up at night, I couldn't stand the thought of being the reason people I care about dying because of my mistakes." He took a deep breath, "and then my fears came into fruition, or should I say, Wanda came. Wiped out about half of our Order. A second decimation, if you will. Except they weren't coming back this time."
Stephen was shocked to see such emotion on the others man's face as he continued his story, "they were tortured right in front of me, Stephen. They were slowly being killed because I wasn't making a decision fast enough for her. It was ultimately my decision that led to America's capture and almost led to her death. I told you to kill her, and you disobeyed me." Wong looked him in the eye, "but I'm grateful for it. It plagues me; the 'what ifs' and 'should haves'. What could I have done different? I didn't ask these people to follow me, yet they still do. They know I'm not perfect, but they still chose me. They trust me, and that's what keeps me going."
"That kid sleeping against you trusts you more than anyone in the multiverse whether you like it or not," Wong said. "And there's nothing you can do to change it. Try to cherish her love. Let that love be what keeps you going, Stephen, and accept the fact you love her, too. Otherwise, you wouldn't be so scared to lose her."
Stephen blinked away tears and laughed, "we all need therapy." Wong's somber expression gave way to a half smile. "Thank you."
Wong stole a pint of ice cream and opened a portal, "anytime."
He chuckled and felt America wake slightly at the sound. She nuzzled sleepily into his side and he felt an intense, paternal protectiveness flare up inside of him. His smile quivered as he ruffled her hair softly, "come on, kid. You need to go to bed."
America huffed but extracted herself from his side. She blinked wearily at him. "You okay?" She asked quietly.
Stephen felt tears well up in his eyes, "yea. Yea, I'm fine. How's your shoulder?"
She yawned and rubbed at her eyes, "better. I'm gonna go get ready for bed now."
He watched her shuffle off the couch and pad over to her bedroom, "good night, kid." Love you.
"G'night, Stephen."
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