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‘Good Girl’
Dr Strange x fem!reader
- i got a request for a forbidden love type fic and fuck me this took long. but this inc the best smut i’ve written in a while so bon appetite. enjoy sluts x
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You caught onto Stephen's stare, he was glaring at you with that severe look you've come to expect from him on nights like this. It was like he was testing you. Teasing you. Punishing you for something neither of you could have freely. But all you could do was meet his cool breezy eyes that were filling to the brim with a near calculated hubris and undignified jealousy. The kind you haven't seen since all of this started
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You found yourself tossing and turning over thoughts you shouldn't have about a person you shouldn't even be focused on. What was it about Stephen Strange? The man was an anomaly, you don't think you've ever seen him smile let alone blink. Stephen was interesting, you wanted to know more about him, uncover all the secrets wrapped up like a movie reel but he'd never let anyone come close. His trust was always compromised and he had to protect his peace, he was the ruler of self preservation but...you wanted to wreck the bubble he lived in. Before a mission briefing, he held the door open for you, his face was hard and expressionless but his eyes bore into yours with a certain sincerity that made you halt in your tracks.
You had an inkling about the way this made you feel, and you didn't like it. Why? Because it was against the rules, the rules that were designed to be adhered to or you'd get the boot from this team that you worked so hard to get onto. Though it was difficult for you to deny that there was a weird spark settling over your heat everytime you were near him, what made it all the more embarrassing and terrifying was that you were sure he caught onto it
These thoughts buzzed your brain awake. Constantly glancing at your clock didn't do yourself any justice either, for fucks sake it was 1 in the morning and you still couldn't sleep. It was suddenly becoming too hot. You flung the covers off of you and sighed into nothing. Your mouth turned dry and to your dismay you had no water left in your bedside bottle. You hung your head and groaned into your pillow, though it was surprising to see your feet had finally found the floor. Grabbing your bottle, you trudged into the light praying that this was all just a fleeting whirlwind that would end soon
You were good. You were a good girl. You listened to the rules, you were happy in your position. All you needed to do now was stay good. Not matter if the void was calling you
Stephen wasn't an angel. He was blinded by his own self importance and he's made a few albeit questionable decisions that could have put the others at risk. He looked as if he'd seen every single aspect of life-the good, hopeful and the downright ugly. He was experienced...you weren't
All you had to do now was avoid him, no matter the expense.
You left your room and padded down to the kitchen to fill up the bottle, maybe grab a midnight snack in the process- you more than deserved the treat. Although to your suprise, the lights leading to the kitchen were still on. It was probably Natasha or someone else that didn't care about your appearance at this moment, you were counting on it. You approached with caution, however.
And suprise fucking surprise. It was him- the one you had planned on avoiding.
Stephen darted his head up, he was fixing himself a stiff drink at such an unholy hour. You stopped in your movements, stilling at the sight of him like a deer in the headlights. Your heart stopped and pounded against your chest when you finally regained the breath that fled you. Why the fuck was he here? He's not supposed to be here
‘’Oh. Hey.’’ Stephen regarded you with a thick heavy voice. It was so incredibly jarring to see him wear normal clothes, your wild eyes scanned to see he was wearing a plain dark tee and some sweatpants- that clung onto him like a second skin.
"Hey. Aren't you supposed to be at the Sanctum?’’ You found your way around the counter to the sink.
To Stephen's shock, you attempted to keep your cool. He wanted to laugh. He had never seen you ty so hard to act normal- it was amusing and slightly endearing.
Hm.
‘’I just needed to pick up a few things. Most importantly this bourbon.’’ Stephen's gaze was unflinching as he surveyed your every waking move, committing it to memory as a means to figure you out. His eyes were fervently observing what you were wearing. A button down, the kind of dress shirt a guy would wear under a tux, a quite literally nothing else.
Stephen raised a discerning brow at your purpose. You were so subservient yet you were freely showing your bear legs shamelessly. What a twisted inclination, so out of character. He liked it.
You scoffed. ‘’The difference between us is you're drinking alcohol, I'm drinking water at this hour.’’ A ghost of a smile landed on your lips. You turned the tap on and started filling up the bottle.
‘’Well aren't you the poster woman for sobriety.’’ Stephen joked and you stilled at the words landing on your ears, Strange joking was like a lunar eclipse, it rarely happened and it was kind of magical. You turned your head and bit your lip playfully as your eyes locked with his.
‘’I'm happy being healthy.’’ You smirked and he paused for a beat to study you.
‘’Not healthy enough to join me for a drink?’’ He offered. It would be prudent not to take him up on it but your heart rate was kicking into overdrive and you were slowly getting addicted to the rush he was giving you in such a shot amount of time. Fuck. This wasn't good.
‘’Sure.’’ You replied bashfully and he took out another glass and started pouring, you haven't even had alcohol in you and you were starting to loosen up already. You were finally coming out of your shell. It was rejuvinating to Stephen.
You inched closer to him as you leaned agains the cool marble counter, you were close enough to feel his air and to smell his rich cologne. The sensation of it was heating your blood tenfold. Stephen could feel your eyes raking him up and down- like you were checking him out. It boosted his ego indefinitely.
If he had to describe you, a litany of words came to mind. Shy. Intelligent. Flirty. Hotter than the core of the fucking sun. Sometimes reality is stranger than fiction, he wouldn't have guessed he'd have an actual conversation with you.
‘’Whose is that?’’ Stephen pointed a pinky at your shirt before he passed the glass to you. Your face blushed a muted red and good Lord you looked incredible. Traces of desire were evident on you but he had to keep himself composed. You quickly hung your head and glanced at what you were wearing.
‘’Uhm.’’ You pondered momentarily. "You’re assuming that this is someone elses? That's presumptious of you.’’ You sneered with a certain flirt in your voice, it was fun. Cute. He chuckled lowly before taking a sip.
‘’I was actually going to ask who the lucky guy was.’’ Stephen declared very matter of factly and it made you splutter into your glass, Stephen smirked like an asshole and you had to regain your posture and square you shoulders to retain some sort of dignity.
‘’Lucky guy? There's no lucky guy Stephen.’’ Your eyes bore into his scorchingly, wildfire swirling against wildfire- completely uncontrollable and heady as fuck.
‘’Any red blooded male would want you in their bed.’’ Stephen flirted deadly serious in his inflection but you looked at him through challenging eyes.
‘’Including you?’’ You blurted without thinking.
‘’Mhm.’’
Oh?
‘’But you're a good girl.’’ Stephen's eyes darted away from yours in dismissal as he focused back on his bourbon.
What?
‘’Good girl?’’ You repeated like a dumb parrot, it was impossible to contain the shock in your voice.
‘’There is actually a difference between you and I: you're good, I'm not. I don't think you want me to ruin whatever sunshine cocktail you've got going on here.’’
‘’Maybe I've been silently begging you to.’’
He paused to regain a breath.
‘’The things I'd do to you-‘’
‘’Why don't you do it?’’
‘’Don't you always follow the rules? Stephen raised a condescending eyebrow at you, completely knowing of your true nature- you didn't exactly hide the fact that you were a goody two shoes. He traced a fleeting finger around the underside of your jaw, you practically melted into such a cursory and short lived touch before he pulled away. ‘’Isn't that your whole shtick?’’
‘’Don't you like that?’’ You shot back and he was disarmed once more, it was written all over his face. If only he just opened up his eyes and shut his mouth to just see what he's been missing. ‘’Or do I have to put it in words that make it easy for you to understand?’’ You took a swig of your drunk and Stephen just stared down at you like a dumbfounded idiot.
‘’I don't want to taint your perfect record.’’ Stephen grumbled heavy, his eyes turned pale as they alight with a real candor and earnestness that made you loosen up a little more.
Stephen took your pause as a means to drink you in like the bourbon in his hand. Except you weren't fiendish or burning his throat like the liquid courage, you were sweet- so sweet you could throw up. Fresh, full of light and wonder, completely entrancing and you didn't even realise it. But after a while of studying you, you were everything that he wasn't. You were good. A good girl and to be honest he felt like the big bad wolf in your presence. His curiosity could be countered with that of a cat, you were just so different than all the other women that wanted him. Stephen thought that you wouldn't be his type, but he could completely understand how your heart and turnons could be multilayered. What a cliche. You were interested in the older more experienced guy and Stephen would be lying if he said he wasn't so damn pleased about it. He glanced at your shirt and his mood soured slightly, he didn't like the idea of you wearing someone another guy's dress shirt. It should be his. No one elses.
Slow down, Strange. Let's not be hasty here.
That look on your face though made his dick twitch in his pants. Your eyes were wide and guileless yet flirty and playful, Jesus.
‘’Do you want me to put it crudely?’’ You bit your lip, your mouth already running a full course marathon to the man that was already making you wet with his words
‘’Go for it.’’
‘’I want you to fuck me.’’
Stephen looked a little disappointed with your response.
‘’Is that how vulgar you can go? Damn, you really are a goody two shoes, aren't you?’’ He quipped and you were slightly offended, but he want wrong. The fact that you were talking like this to one of your teammates was making your nervous system kick into a hyperactive overdrive. You could lose everything because of this...but it seemed that none of that mattered now. ‘’I mean have you even fucked before?’’ Stephen asked genuinely. He was actually wondering for real this time, have you even considered being adventerous in bed before? Have you ever even been to bed with another man before? Did that mean he would be your first fuck? Your first proper orgasm? Shit, he'd better make this good then.
Calm down. You both aren't doing anything right now...you're just talking...like normal people. That's it.
Stephen took a minute to bridle his thoughts and act like a proper human being. You probably haven't even said the word 'fuck' out loud and it made him want to laugh.
‘’My own fingers don't count, do they?’’ You bit sarcastically, a snarl forming on your face alongside the twist of your lips. Oh you weren't happy and it was easy to see it
‘’Did I strike a nerve?’’ Stephen gave you a look of faux sincerity and you scoffed at him.
You just glowered at him through heavy lidded, lust clouded eyes- the outlines of a plan briefly forming in your head. You took a step back from him and his gaze followed you. You hands slowly fell upon the buttons of your botton down, you teasingly unbottoned the the top botton...then the second button…and then finally the third button. Stephen's eyes watched your ministrations intently and he was goddamn hypnotised by it all; he was also getting slightly annoyed at watching you tease him. You stopped before going any further so it was only your cleavage that was on show. No bra? Stephen thought that was pretty ballsy of you considering how sunshine-y you were.
‘’Is this heading somewhere or am I just wasting my time? Or am I gonna get myself into trouble for something that isn't even worth it?’’ You breathed as you crossed your arms in defiance. So tired of the fact that he was dragging this along...but was the risk worth the outcome? You weren't sure- but you were aching to know.
’We're both asking a lot of questions. I mean if Tony or Fury finds out then-‘’
You cut Stephen off from his words with a searing kiss, you grabbed at his face like it was the last thing you would hold. He was startled at first but he melted into your embrace fairly quickly...Lord, he was yearning for something he wasn't allowed to have. He couldn't have this freely. this freely. No. But he didn't give a fuck when you tasted that good.
‘’I don't give a fuck about Fury.’’ You gritted against his lips.
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You couldn't give a shit about him. You wouldn't give a shit about him- not here, not now, not when everyone was prying and wandering eyes saw what everything has come to. Stephen and you were both far too intelligent to let get something as stupid as emotions get in the way, but fuck, it was getting in the way - everytime you looked at him you could practically see the sparks explode in a line from your gaze to his.
You were both private, closed off people; you were both getting good and pretending like Stephen was just another teammate, just another random guy you had to work with professionally, it never had to be too friendly. If anything you would avoid it in most social situations but this was different. You were at a party. Stephen hated parties, you knew damn well. Pillowtalk can actually be helpful. You tried conversing with other agents but you could feel Stephen's stare burn into the right side of your skull, when you quickly peered you saw him with Wong and fucking Tony...it was like the world was against you today and you attempted to surpress your frown. Your fingers tapped at your glass in order to aid in dealing with your scattered thoughts.
Even your fucking drink reminded you of him.
Stephen's glare was that of a lingering one, he couldn't fucking take his eyes off you when you looked so sweet and delicious- he thought you looked incredible in dresses but he preferred you in his shirts, or more specifically nothing at all. He had to conceal the smirk that was so obviously forming on his face; all of the experiences he's had with you seemed to play like a movie reel in his mind and it only made him that much more restless. His scowl formed inwards to himself. He hated being bound by rules and he hated himself for letting it dictate when and how he can see you, it was tampering with his rational steady head.
Stephen was eyeing you like an animal starved of a meal, like a wild salivating dog with rabies and even when you flashed him one simple look, the urge to just grab you and fuck you hard in the bathroom seemed like a less and less insane idea.
Don't be stupid, Strange. She's not all yours to have whenever you please.
Stephen felt indefinitely embittered and apprehensive over the male agents fawning over you and being sycophantic in your presence. They couldn't say no to you even if they tried, but Strange couldn't help but agree with them entirely- you looked lovely...and he was the only one that could actually see you naked. Feel you. Touch you. Kiss you all over, wherever you wanted. Though it does dampen his spirits because he wished he could just grab you and show all these people who you belonged to. He was being quite literal when he said that these agents were chasing you like boys in a schoolyard. Stephen's temple thrummed with an easily identifiable envy, it pulsated in a frisson of annoyance and irritation. Fuck. Your gaze lingered and you didn't back away this time. It was fixed. It was intent. It was an incentive. Stephen just threw his head to the side a little bit as an indicator to follow him in the direction he was pointing to. He excused himself between Wong and Tony and headed through the halls You kept a stiff upper lip and your non chalant and placid character seemed to work to the outside world, but as your feet hit the ground towards him, your inhibitions were fleeing you like ashes from wildfire.
Stephen found a quiet sleek hallway that no one was inhibiting and waited around for you, his hands went into his suit pockets as his primal urge remained the strongest of them all, stronger than the jealousy, stronger than the envy. He wanted you so bad, it reminded him of the first time he truly realised it in the kitchen. His mind was frenzying, he had a thought that startled him: was he in love with you? He felt like a madman but the tension didn't ease when you were here...right in front of him.
You melted into his immediate embrace but you stilled once you realised that anyone could be watching.
‘’Not here.’’ You mumbled but you weren't in any hurry to push him off.
‘’I hate pretending like I don't want you.’’ Stephen grunted before he met your guileless eyes once more, his hand cupped your face and his finger smoothed out the skin of your cheek. ‘’And all those boys think they have a chance with you, they're practically undressing you with their eyes and I fucking hate it.’’ His voice was bitter and angry, the way he said it made your knees turn wobbly. ‘’If only they knew I was your first fuck, that I was there before all of them and I was the one that made you cum so hard-‘’
‘’That would be quite an interesting predicament, yeah.’’ You cut Stephen off with a tongue in cheek remark and he wasn't loosening up in the slightest, your feet inched closer to his and your lips were only a few inches apart. ‘’But, doesn't that make us special? Doesn't it make you feel special? That you're the only one that makes me so fucking dumb for you...that you're the one that makes me make a mess for you. that you are the only one capable of making me feel good? I mean just looking at you tonight made me wet.’’ You breathed against his lips sensually, and he was already giving into you and your perfect machinations.
‘’I've made you bad. You've turned bad. I like it.‘’ Stephen smirked and his eyes lit with a pale fire.
‘’You got your sling ring?’’
‘’Always.’’
‘’No-one will be at the Sanctum, take me there and do whatever you want.’’ You smiled brazenly and he was already forming a portal to his bedroom...a twisted part of him wanted to fuck you in public...yeah maybe next time. Stephen always had to juggle being brazen and keeping his composure, it was a difficult pairing to say the least. ‘’Or you could just death stare at the boys like you've been so callously doing all night? You know they're afraid of you, right? They think you're intimidating, they wouldn't mess with you.’’
‘’But they'd mess with you, and I don't like it.’’ He declared before grabbing your hand and walking you through the portal with a strut you only saw when he was annoyed.
You've only ever been in Stephen's room once but the bed appeared bigger than you remembered- you couldn't wait to christen it in a night of deep throes of passion, you were desperate for it at this point. But then again, when weren't you desperate for him.
‘’I don't have to admit that I'm a jealous guy because I'm sure you've figured it out already, but I feel like I'm blind and tortured on this. It's childish of me to give into my primeval urge of being the coldest, apathetic guy in the room but with you-‘’ He couldn't even finish his sentence, his big hands just grabbed you by the waist and you fell into him, faces barely inches apart- a fucking sheet a paper wouldn't even fit betwen your bodies, you could sense the heat radiating off of him.
Stephen's words were setting your heart on fire, when he embraced you again your insides were about to explode. His eyes were scorching and wanton and you could only reflect it, you've never seen him this short fused and rousing before.
‘’I'm yours. Only yours.’’ You breathed against his lips before you ducked your mouth to his jaw and neck and planted soft reassuring kisses on his skin. ‘’And I don't want you to not be near me.’’ Your whisper was barely audible and his hands flew up to cradle your face in response. ‘’God, these past few weeks I've had to use my fingers and imagination just to get myself off.’’
With that, he instinctively spun you around and bent you over the front of his bed- using your hair as a personal leash.
Stephen's hands were careless, his fingers pinched you as he worked to get your pretty little dress off, the one that all of the other agents were practically stripping you of with their own wandering eyes. The unwelcome thought only fuelled his roughness, his indifference- the first time Stephen had you, he made sure to be gentle with you because he knew you'd break fairly quickly...but you actually proved him wrong, you were more insatiable than he was. You were a certified freak in bed. He wondered where all of this came from, where you actually got it from specifically. It was unanticipated and prodigious. Your dress turned into a pile of scraps on his bedroom floor, he smirked when he saw you squirming against his sheets.
You only had your underwear on, lacy, classy, cute. After, Stephen ducked down and made quick work of getting rid of your heels and his own suit jacket.
You heated up every room that you walked into.
‘’You gonna tie me up?’’ You questioned bashfully, your cheeks turning a pretty pink.
‘’You want me to?’’
‘’Mhm.’’
You moaned when he grabbed your waist and slammed you further up the bed, tossing you around like you were his own personal rag doll- it only made you that much wetter.
Stephen grabbed your wrists and you raised them above your head, he took his tie off and the silk wrapped around your wrists; he looped the fabric over your wrists in an infinity motion and tightened it around your skin, you stuggled against it and it only bit into your skin even more- just how he likes it.
He then looped the remaining fabric of the restraint over his iron bedframe so you were quite literally attached to the bed, your arms were already about to go limp. As silence settled through the air, a hard smack on your ass cracked through the air and you moaned at the sheer idea of him leaving his imprint on you. He always had to avoid leaving hickeys and bites on areas that were visible but he had full reign all over all the other places.
‘’Fuck, you're so beautiful.’’ He gaped at you and it only made tour blush that much more apparent
Before he could respond, he viciously grabbed you by the waist again and flipped you over so you were face up, so he could watch you while he made you feel good. The thing only he alone can do. You were a panting pathetic mess already and the urge to remain composed fleeing you the longer he spent with you.
He took off his shirt and then he suddenly ducked down so his eyes were in view of your thighs and glistening heat, fuck you were soaked and it was a beautiful sight to behold.
‘’Stephen...please just touch me.’’
‘’I'm gonna explore you...just like I did the first time.’’ He reassured almost drunkenly, his words blurred by the desire he's spent so long harbouring for you. ‘’Tell me you want it.’’
‘’Yes. I want it bad.’’ You reaffirmed so eagerly it was designed to make Stephen's ego soar. ‘’Fuck...I need it.’’
‘’You seem greedy for it princess.’’
You couldn't even give him a snarky remark, his large hands smoothed up and down your thighs and you felt liquid electricity shoot down your body. Stephen's eyes searched yours as he gawked up at you like a salivating animal. His curious fingers hooked onto your panties and shimmied them down your legs and ended up like scraps on his bedroom floor just like your dress. You were naked in front of him like so many times before and you were just begging to be touched. Stephen planted a few kisses up your thighs as a means to tease and make you squirm.
‘’You say you're bad but here you are...saying yes so easily.’’ Stephen taunted and it only made you whine.
‘’Finger me or eat me out you prude.’’ You bit back harshly and it only made him chuckle lowly, the sick bastard was laughing at you.
He reached out and gripped you by the jaw. A threat and a warning all at once and when you looked him in the eye it dawned upon you. ‘’I'll take however long I please. Now spread your legs wider for me. Yeah?’’
To your dismay, you obliged and his fingers meandered from your chest to your stomach, tracing and moving in torturously slow for you liking- Stephen surveyed the expressions contorted on your face so intently it was like he wanted to burn a hole into your face. His lips pressed down to where your heart laid, then his mouth and tongue flew to your tits. He bit and sucked on them ferociously and your breathless pants seemed to spur him on. He was being intensely methodical and you hated him for it- all you wanted him to do was ram into you already
‘’Shit...I'm so fucking wet.’’ Your voice was like a slur, so drunk off of the pleasure he was giving you.
'’All for you.’’
‘’Huh.’’ Stephen scoffed in pure awe and pride. ‘’You're just have to be perfect, don't you?'’
You smiled in response. Fuck, he was going to destroy you. Stephen's mouth travelled south and his head ducked to your sloppy heat, the sweetest little pussy. The scene was filthy. He kissed your clit and it made you throw your head back and tug on your restraints.
‘’Stop squirming or I won't make you feel good, got it?’’ Stephen gritted with a voice thick with gravel and seriousness. You nodded all wide eyed.
His tongue started working its magic, he licked and sucked on you as if you were the last meal he would ever have. He was obsessed with the sweetness of your arousal, it only motivated him that much more. You always provided for him and now he was the greedy one to take it from you. He grunted into your pussy and it sent vibrations up your body, sparking its way back to your core, you whimpered violently, your mouth agape. Stephen was devouring you, feeding off of your light, consuming every inch of you until you understood that you were his alone. You were clenching around him already and he didn't approve of it and he suddenly unlatched his lips from you to glare at you.
‘mIf you dare think about cumming.’’
‘’I can't take it.’’
‘’Well, you're gonna take it.’’
‘'The other agents wouldn't be as mean.’’ You smirked and it made Stephen's blood roar. His mood darkened instinctively at the idea of them seeing you like this.
‘’Oh if any other man thinks of touching you, they'll be in pieces and you won't get my dick stuffed in you for months.’’ His threat was horrifyingly genuine and you didn't want to take any chances.
Your eyebrows tensed at his eye-opening intimidation and before you could even register anything else, you could hear the clank of his belt and the unzipping of his fly.
‘'Stephen..I-‘’ He slipped the head of his cock inside you before you could finish your plead.
His cock was angry and steel hard as it pulsated inside of you. A whimper escaped your mouth and it shot right down him. You looked borderline pornographic which completely underscored that once light niavete and innocance. Once he got his hands on you, he made you a filthy mess for him. Broken for him. Stephen was selfish and cruel enough to take you with him when burned the world to ashes at your feet- for you. He made sure he was face to face with you, eye contact was so important to him while he did this. He fisted your hair and then tugged it back until you stared straight up at him. He thrusted in and out of you and your legs wrapped around him relentlessly.
‘’That's it...look at me. Look at me while I'm ruining you.’’ Stephen instructed before he engulfed your lips in a searing kiss. ‘’Remember who you belong to.’’
‘’Yours... You... Fuck it's always you.’’ You stammered out pitifully and it was such an endearing thing to hear.
He was making you feel so damn good, he was reaching depths you knew no one else could. He was an expert at his craft and it was paralysing you
Your shaking legs stilled as your heart began to burn with an overwhelming determination to just explode. And you did. With abandon. With euphoria. You gushed onto him and it was a design for perfection, a moan ripped at your vocal chords and you felt your throat turn raw. Stephen's chest started to hurt and his cock throbbed harder, a wash of hot shudders rippled through his entire body once he saw the view on your face. The thrumming of his ensuing grunts travelled all the way up your spine once he started dragging you through your orgasm. Faster and faster until the only sounds of that were ragged breaths, flesh slapping against flesh.
Stephen was so rough and he was half expecting for you to tap out, but you never did. And it made him cum so hard into you, painting your insides a thick white it would be leaking out of you. He was an incredible interior decorator and the thought made him smile which you hastily caught onto when pulled out.
‘’What are you so happy about?’’ You asked softly as he was beginning to take the restraints off you.
‘’Nothing.’’ Now he was the one that was blushing with arousal, he threw the tie away and fell back into bed to envelope an arm around you. To hold you. Embrace you. You'd both clean up later, you just wanted to enjoy your post coital bliss.
Stephen's head hit the pillow and he turned his head to look at you in those pretty eyes he'd spend the rest of his days losing himself in.
‘’You're eyes always glaze over everytime you cum.’’ Stephen remarked and it made you scoff.
‘’Hm, your compliments are always so inventive.’’ You let his big arms engulf you into his embrace and you laid on his bare chest feeling his warmth coat your skin. Stephen stroked your hair rhythmically and you nuzzled further into his neck. Although, Stephen turned serious for a moment and his lips thinned and his gaze narrowed- the silence muffled his eardrums.
‘'I don't like hiding.’’ He said impassively, holding onto you that much tighter. The twisted bedsheets curling up alongside you.
‘’We'd lose everything.’’
‘'I know. I just want to want you freely.’’ Stephen seemed forlorn but he knew it was stupid to be bringing this up again but it was the one thing on his mind.
‘’I think I've gotten used to this little routine of ours.’’
‘’Why?’’
"Because it's ours. No-one elses."
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strangehotch · 9 months
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Stephen strange as your boyfriend
—Stephen is very picky on who touches but there are very special people he allows hugs from. (Wong, America and especially you)
—when it comes to his hands he is very insecure but YOU…you adore them you show him that he shouldn’t hide his hands because of the wreck
—he ADORES cooking breakfast for you especially when y’all had a REALLY long night
—when he’s in the library he loves his peace but with you around he loves massages especially after a really tense fight
—there’s something about him and your hips every time y’all are watching a movie he lays on your stomach wrapped around your hips
—he’s very touchy when I comes to you…when he’s walking by he’s either grabbing you by your waist or hugging him
—Stephen LOVES cuddles he’s such a big baby when he doesn’t cuddle you before bed he’s always laying on top of you (not fully but yk head in chest with one leg wrapped around yours)
—you love holding his hands when you’re out in public he isn’t his usual confident self when you’re around he’s like a lost puppy behind you
—when he’s around you he’s very 🥹 ‘you’re so pretty’ but when you’re not around you always notice that he doesn’t show emotion
—he loves when America calls him out for being a softie when you’re around she always like to see him flustered
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parkersbliss · 2 years
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3:1 Ratio | S. Strange
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pairing: dr. strange x female reader
wc; 3K
warnings; sexual innuendo, maybe swearing? fast paced and stephen being cocky
synopsis; the three times dr strange saved you and the one time you saved him
a/n: had too much fun writing this lmao
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— ONE
It was a well-known fact that New York was a hot spot for superheroes and supervillains. In fact, it was a common occurrence to wake up to your car smashed to pieces and explain to insurance, “No, this isn’t my fault! It was the purple alien dude.”
Honestly, some people moved to New York just because they liked the thrill of almost dying — or the chance to hook up with one of the heroes.
You didn’t care for either. Rather, you liked the aesthetic of budding coffee shops, high fashion, and maybe the occasional hero.
Now, that certainly didn’t prompt this.
When you ordered your coffee this morning, you had intended on drinking it. The world, it seemed, had other plans. Mere seconds after you were handed your drink, someone came flying through the glass, and your drink was not spared. Whoever it was managed to crash right into you, but with a quick flick of their hand, keeping you both upright. That is after the coffee spilled.
“I’m so sorry about that miss,” He apologized, and you just shake your head.
“It’s fine,” You assure, finally looking up. To your surprise, you find that Dr. Strange is a rather good-looking man. In fact, you never noticed his striking blue eyes or the curve of his nose. And now that you realize you notice these things, maybe you’re standing a little too close together.
The sorcerer claps his hands, and the coffee disappears from both of your clothes. He opens his mouth to say something more when whatever is chasing him starts shooting. He immediately grabs you and hides you behind him, using the cape as a shield.
You watch in slow motion as Dr. Strange spreads his hands and orange sparks fly from between them.
“Like what you see?” He asked.
You’re quick to quip back. “Liked you better when there wasn’t a space alien shooting at us.”
“Once-in-a-lifetime experience.”
“Yeah, I wonder why.”
Dr. Strange chuckles before lassoing the alien in a few quick motions and stepping away from you. He opens a portal, pushing the creature through before flying away to take care of the rest. Now, maybe you imagined it, but you could’ve sworn he looked back at you for a second. Not that it mattered, he was probably just surveying the scene of the coffee shop.
Your favorite coffee shop which was now going to be closed for quite a while, given the damage. You huff, so much for superheroes.
— TWO
“Come on!” You shouted to no one in particular. You pressed on your horn again, trying to see around the car in front of you. There seemed to be no end to the traffic. You couldn’t think of a reason for traffic at this time either. It was way past rush hour and a Tuesday night. Where could all these people be going?
You frown, about to get out of your car, when something slams into you from behind. You jolt forward, feeling your head smack against the steering wheel.
You groan, holding it in your hands, about to turn around and confront the reckless driver when you see it.
An octopus crossed with an eyeball, grabbing people's cars and throwing them off the bridge. You panic, grabbing the handle of the door and pushing hard. Fortunately, it gives way, and you get out and run. Of course, you’re not the only one with this idea, and you quickly run into the problem of many car doors opening and many people moving. You can hear the thing getting closer, and you’re pretty sure the car next to you is next. Your heart slams into your chest as you spin around, looking for an escape. Option one was you could jump off the bridge, and while that would warrant an escape, it would not ensure your survival and that was kind of the goal. Option two was to run back where you came from and hope you don’t look too much like octopus food today. You don’t have time to make that decision though.
In an instant, one of its tentacles comes sweeping across your feet, and you scream, running back towards your car. It seems you peaked the creature's interest though, as it grabs you by your leg and lifts you into the air.
You scream and thrash in its grip, hitting its slimy arms and trying not to gag at the giant eye.
“Please,” You whimper as it pulls you closer.
Death by giant eyeball was not your plan.
You screw your eyes shut when its blinking eye is right in front of your face. Almost like it’s sizing you up for dinner.
Then, there’s the sickening sound of something being cut, and you’re free-falling back down towards the bridge. Almost as fast, something grabs you and lurches you back into the air.
You’re suspended above the bridge, a red cape wrapped around your shoulders and slowly lowering you towards the ground.
“Oh my god,” You gasp when your feet touch the ground.
And then you’re doubled over, emptying your stomach, when a hand grabs your hair to hold it back.
“Is it a mere coincidence that I’m saving your ass again?” A cocky voice asks.
Once you finish puking, you turn to face the sorcerer, frowning. “I just puked my guts out, and that’s what you open with?”
Honestly, you weren’t that annoyed, in fact, maybe your heart was racing for a different reason. There was no doubt you now find Dr. Strange to be a little bit more attractive than you remembered, but pile on that he remembers you from the coffee shop?
Oh yeah, the bar is low.
“Did you want me to comment on the color of your stomach contents?”
You sigh. “No.”
“Maybe a thank you is better,” He suggested with a grin.
You cross your arms over your chest defensively. “You are one cocky son of a bitch.”
Strange makes an “o” shape with his mouth, stepping back. “Got it. Next time I’ll let you get eaten by Mr. eyeball.”
“Don’t even think about it!” You shout as he goes to finish what he probably started.
“We’ve barely met, sweetheart,” He replies with a wink. “You’re acting like we’re best friends, and it’s my job to save you.”
You can’t admit the little ache you felt with that sentence, but you bounce back just as fast. “Oh, I didn’t know you thought so highly of me.”
Strange clicks his tongue; “If I have to save your cute little ass again, I’m supergluing you to my chair.”
“Did you just call my ass cute?” You shout, not offended in the slightest.
“You’re distracting me. Bye!” He calls out, and then he’s gone.
You laugh to yourself, still standing on the bridge. “I do have a cute ass.”
— THREE
You hadn’t seen Dr. Strange since. Not that it bothered you or anything. He was a superhero, and you were merely… you.
But maybe every now and then, you imagined him rescuing you again and asking for your name since you knew his. That was a foolish thought, though. It wasn’t like you had a silly little crush on the sorcerer. Besides, even if you did, Strange was out saving millions of people every day. You doubted he’d even remember you now. You doubted you were on his mind as much as he was yours. The first time he recalled you was probably just luck. And it had been weeks since, so he’s seen plenty of other people and probably cuter asses.
You let out a sigh, digging through your bag and grabbing the key to your apartment. You knew better than to expect anything from the hero. You’d heard enough from Christine about him before. He was arrogant, as much as surgeons were. Yet, somehow, she still spoke of him fondly. She held nothing against him and said, “I hope he’s happy.”
You admired her for that, even after the harsh words he said to her after the accident. You weren’t around then yet, having moved to New York after the blip.
You open the glass door to your apartment complex’s lobby, absentmindedly looking around. The door shuts behind you with a soft click, and you continue towards the elevators. Your finger hovers over the button before the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You whip your head toward the glass doors and watch as some creature thing falls from the sky and lands right in front of the complex.
Almost immediately, the screaming starts, and you frantically start jamming the elevator button, just in case that thing wakes up.
It, of course, does and begins screeching. As soon as it does, ropes of orange shoot out and grab its arms. The creature cries out, its gangly limbs flying around, and within seconds, an individual with a red cape is at your feet.
You scream, jumping back and almost tripping over your own feet. Strange stands up, brushing off his coat, and with a tilt of his head, sends two spells the creature's way. Its tentacles fly out, and you gasp when the spell cuts right through them. Squelching sounds fill the room as they land on the tile floor, still withering. Now, you’d seen a lot of gross things in your life (thanks to your job), but this still somehow ranked in the top ten. The creature screams out, and Strange rolls his eyes as more tentacles start flying towards you.
You duck out of instinct, only to find that Strange had cut that arm off too.
He merely scoffs, sparring one look at you. “Oh, come on now, you couldn’t possibly think I was gonna let this thing take you out, did you?”
“Like you said it’s not like I’m your best friend or anything.”
Strange shrugs. “And yet, I’m on this streak of saving your ass. Wouldn’t wanna ruin what I’m best at.”
You open your mouth to give your own witty reply when the creature surges forward. “Strange, look out!”
You’re a second too late, and the arms grab him and discard him like a child would a toy once bored. Strange’s body collides with yours, and you both go rolling across the white tile, the cape trying to cushion your fall. Strange lands on top of you with a huff, and you just stare back, wide-eyed in disbelief.
“You know, there’s typically an exchange of formalities before this point, but I don’t mind,” He winks.
“You can’t be serious,” You reply, trying to roll out from under him.
“But I am. Listen, if you’re gonna be under me, you might as well tell me your name, so I know what to—,”
“(Y/N),” You cut him off, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. “It’s (Y/N) (L/N).”
You blink, and Strange lifts off of you with a smirk and offers his hand. “(Y/N), how lovely to meet you.”
You step back as soon as another tentacle comes flying between the two of you.
“If you’re done trying to get into my pants, you could kill this thing!” You shout, jumping back again.
Strange frowns. “And here I was thinking the fun was just beginning.”
You don’t have a reply because Strange has the creature in a hold, and suddenly it vanishes into nothing. Well, if nothing was a pile of black steaming goo.
“You couldn’t have done that sooner?”
The sorcerer shrugs. “I wouldn’t have gotten your name if I had.”
“You did all this for my name?” You asked in disbelief.
You don’t get the courtesy of an answer as Strange walks through one of his portals with a shit-eating grin. “See you around, (Y/N).”
“Stephen—!” You scream, met with sparks and a very damaged front lobby.
You stomp your foot on the ground out of frustration. First the coffee shop and now your home? You just hope next isn’t your heart.
Although, you’re not sure if you’d be mad if that was the case…
— ONE
“Oh, it’s bad,” Christine said with a giggle.
You swatted her away with a frown. “It’s so not!”
“It so is,” She replied. “You have a crush on my ex, Dr. Strange!” She howls with laughter, and you’re thankful she’s not mad yet, not amused with the teasing.
“Tell the whole hospital, would you?” You whisper shout, glancing around to see if anyone heard.
“And he’s soooooo into you,” Christine said, nudging your shoulder.
You feel your face heat up. “You think so?”
“(Y/N), I dated that man. I know.”
“And it’s not weird?”
She shakes her head with a smile, flashing you with her ring. “Not a problem at all. Two hotheads, perfect for each other. Should I also add arrogant surgeons to the list?"
You roll your eyes at her. “I’m not arrogant—”
“Just confident,” Christine finished for you. “I know. Probably why he likes you so much.”
“Really?”
“I mean that or he wants a piece of that hot, sexy body or that cute little—”
“Okay,” You said with a clap. “I’ll see you on break.”
“If you’re not screwing him in a supply closet, that is!” Christine calls out, disappearing down the hall.
“Christine!”
You could hear her laugh as she rounded the corner. You shake your head, not denying that wouldn’t be the worst scenario. You return to your post in the ER, consulting all the patients. Everything appeared to be under control, no need for emergency surgery. You smile at the charge nurse, double-checking that she doesn’t have anything incoming before saying you’re gonna see if they need help in general. She nods, promising to page you if someone comes in. You’re just about to leave, hand on the door, when there’s a crash and people start shouting.
“Dr. (L/N)!”
You rush over, dropping to your knees next to the patient. Madi, the charge nurse, begins shouting orders demanding a stretcher from Dr. Belfar and any other free people.
You place two fingers on the patient's pulse point, before shouting, “Code blue! I need a code team, now!”
The patient had landed on their back, and you flip them over to begin CPR when a gasp leaves your lips. It was Strange.
“Dr. (L/N)?” Dr. Belfar asked.
You shake your head. “Nothing. Just not every day you see a hero in the ER.”
With one hand laced over the other, you straighten your arms and start CPR. You try not to panic, recalling that Strange was a sorcerer and there was no possible way he was going to die. You get to thirty right as the code team arrives, letting them take over.
“External bleeding, possible fibula fracture. We need an ultrasound to check for internal bleeding in the abdomen and an x-ray. Does anyone know what happened?”
Belfar shakes his head. “No, he just walked in and collapsed.”
“Clear!” One of the members of the code team shouts. You watch, in anticipation, as they deliver the shock and wait a few seconds.
There’s a beep, and you exhale in relief. “Sinus rhythm returned. I want those tests now!”
You help get Strange on a stretcher and wheel him into one of the trauma bays as a nurse grabs the ultrasound and another goes to get the emergency x-ray equipment. The nurse cuts through Strange’s clothes, squirting gel on his abdomen before handing you the ultrasound. His stomach is rock hard, and you can see the blood pooling in on the screen. Meanwhile, the nurse got an x-ray of his leg, confirming the fracture. “He has a perforated bowel! Move him up to surgery now and call ortho for his leg. They’ll have to wait.”
The nurse nods, punching a number into the phone to get you an OR.
“Belfar, with me! Let’s move.”
The next few minutes blur together as you rush upstairs and grab your surgical team before tagging in and getting ready. Strange lays on the table. His face is cut off, so you can only see what needs to be operated on. You nod to your team, taking your place next to the table.
“Scalpel,” You said, feeling the cool metal in your gloved hand. You take a deep breath to remind yourself this was like any other case you’d seen in the past. Never mind that this was Dr. Strange, protector of Earth’s reality. And never mind the fact that you had a huge crush on him. What mattered now was pulling him through this surgery.
You, of course, have performed this one many times in New York, so you were confident in your abilities for Strange to make a full recovery, but things could always go wrong, and that fact seemed to bug you much more now.
“I must say I wouldn’t have thought it would turn out this way,” a voice said. You scream, backing away only to find you didn’t move. But that wasn’t the weird part. No, the weird part was that you could see yourself.
You could see the thin line of blood that escaped as you cut into Strange’s abdomen and the steady movement of your hands.
“What the hell is this?” You whisper, turning to face the ghostly-looking Dr. Strange in the corner.
“Astral projections,” He said simply. “I figured it was best to not scare you while you save my life.”
“It was about time I repay you the favor.”
“Indeed, Dr. (L/N),” He smirks at you, flying forward. “So since we have some time to kill, I was wondering what else do I not know about you?”
You hum. “Well, you know where I live, my name, my job. What do you want to know?”
“The chances of me taking you on a date when I wake up.”
There’s a part of you that wants to say zero percent, just for the fun of it, but you don’t. There’s only one answer you can think of as you eye the sorcerer. “One hundred percent.”
Stephen raises his brows. “Did I make that lasting of an impression on the lady?”
You snort. “Oh, please. I just want your constant protection 24/7.”
“Ah,” Stephen tuts. “Good thing I’m a packaged deal.”
“Do the magic powers come with it?”
Stephen chuckles, “No, but you do get one free kiss coupon when I wake up. Consider it my thank you for saving my life.”
You smile, “Deal.”
— THE END —
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It Started With a Whisper
Summary: You and Stephen have been sneaking around for a while. At the same time though, you had never made anything official. There were no boundaries or rules, meaning you couldn't get jealous if another female held his attention. That thought didn't stop you from feeling jealous though. When you spotted him being extra friendly while catching up with his ex Christine, you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. This all led up to one of the most eventful Stark parties in history. Tony claims "it even tops the whole Ultron situation".
Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader
Word Count: 2.9k
tags: Fem pronouns, little bit of angst, fluff, lots of alcohol
It was a normal Thursday afternoon, you were on your way to the best coffee shop in New York to pick up an order for the team as your brother, Tony, had asked you.
You had your airpods in, listening to "The Chain" by Fleetwood Mac. As you approached the coffee shop you took one ear bud out and pulled the door open, but something (or someone) caused your whole body to freeze up.
It was Stephen. The same mystical wizard that you have been fooling around with for almost a month. Sitting there all pretty with the biggest smile on his face while he caught up with his ex, Christine.
Now, you couldn't cause a scene because, he wasn't yours. And although you were very aware of this, it still hurt you.
Seeing the fact that neither of them had noticed you, you proceeded to turn on your heel and exit the café as quickly as possible. Popping your other earbud back in and blasting whatever music that played first.
You were angry, hurt, confused, and just completely overwhelmed. Stephen was never yours. You can't get mad at him over this. You thought, as you quickly walked to your car. It didn't matter if he wasn't yours because if that was the case, then isn't he just using you? No, no, no. This is all your own fault for hiding your true feelings in the first place.
Once you made it to the compound with no coffees, you realized you were going to have to think of an explanation. You couldn't tell anyone about what had just happened because, they don't know about you and Stephen anyways. No one does.
You elected to lie and say the coffee shop was closed if somebody were to ask, but if nobody was to be seen, you were bee-lining it to your bedroom.
To your surprise, you managed to dodge everyone and successfully make it to your bedroom unnoticed (at least you thought so).
As soon as you attempted to lay down and let all your cooped up emotions out, a knock sounded from your bedroom door. You got up and opened it revealing an unamused Tony.
"Hey kid, you okay? Where are the coffees?" Tony asked, slightly concerned at the fact that you didn't stop by the lab to see what him and Banner were up to.
"Yeah, fine. The shop was closed, so I figured we could just make some here instead." You explained nonchalantly.
"Oh? Okay... I'll see you around then, I'll be in the lab. Let me know if you wanna order take out for dinner. We can get your fav." He said before turning around.
You let out a sigh and closed your door, turning the lock and returning to your bed of sorrow and self loathing.
The more you thought about the situation, tears began to well up in your eyes. Once you noticed this, you tried to shake them away but it was a hopeless attempt. You laid there and sobbed for a good 4 hours, then you drifted asleep due to how tired your eyes felt.
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You woke up at exactly 5:45 in the morning, completely confused. You hadn't set an alarm or anything, but you did fall asleep super early. Taking that into consideration, you got up and started your day knowing damn well you weren't going to fall back asleep.
You threw some spandex shorts on and almost put one of Stephens' graphic T's on until you were forced to remember the events of yesterday. Bitterly, you shoved the T-shirt back into your draw and put a cropped T-shirt on instead. You put your sneakers on and headed to the gym.
You started with some stretching and light cardio to warm up. You did a few deadlifts and shoulder presses and then quickly moved to the heavy bag. You began letting all your anger out on the punching bag throwing jabs, left hooks, and upper cuts like your life depended on it.
You thought about Stephens' stupid pretty little smile and threw a right hook so hard that you knocked the bag off the chains.
"Jesus doll, what's got you all worked up so early this mornin'?" Steve said while approaching you.
"Bad dream," You replied dryly as you turned to face him.
"You sure? Do I need to break someone's legs?" Steve teased.
"No Steve everything's all right, thank you for checking up on me though," You offered him a quick smile and made your way to the kitchen to start breakfast since it was already 7 am.
It was a regular thing for you to make breakfast for the team every morning. You were always the first person up because you never really slept well. This morning you decided to make french toast and some hash browns, with a little bit of fruit on the side.
By the time you had finished it was around 7:45. Buck, Steve, and Sam had already joined you for breakfast. Eventually the rest of the team got up and made their way to the kitchen as well. You all ate and bantered before heading off to start some training.
As you prepared yourself for some hand-to-hand combat training with Nat, she reminded you that your brother was hosting a party tonight. The reminder made you feel a little better, at least you have something to look forward to now.
"Everyones gonna be there, Tony said it's gonna be the biggest party he's ever had the privilege to host," Nat rambled on.
"Maybe I'll find someone to entertain me for the night," You joked.
You knew very well that you couldn't replace Stephen with anybody, but who says you can't try to have at least a little fun. Just fun that wouldn't involve getting laid.
Once you finished training with Nat, you went straight to your room to shower and find the perfect outfit for tonight. Something suggestive, something scandalous but classy. You were already picturing it in your head.
Once you got out of the shower, you dried and curled your hair, then you put some natural make up on with the prettiest pair of lashes. As you admired your work in the mirror, you heard your phone go off.
A text. From Stephen. Great.
-Which suit should I wear tonight? Thinkin of going with the classic Armani.
You thought about responding, then decided to ignore the text. He doesn't deserve your time nor does he deserve your opinion. Okay maybe i'm being a bit too harsh, this is partly my fault as well as his. You thought.
"Oh well," You said to yourself as you began pulling your dress from the closet. It was perfect, red, short, tight, and it had mesh sleeves. You paired the dress with a pair of black stilettos.
As you were giving yourself a once over in the mirror, you heard your phone go off again.
-Or not? Are you gonna be there?
Stephen. Again. Take the hint man I really do not wanna speak to you right now, You thought before turning your phone off and heading towards the living room to see if anybody needed help setting anything up.
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"Might I say, you look absolutely stunning m'lady," You turned around to see Loki in the kitchen grabbing some drinks.
He looked damn good himself in his all black suit and tie. How did you even walk past him in the first place?
"You don't look too bad yourself mischief man," You teased.
Stephen had always hated Loki, and on top of that, he also despised how close you were with him... OH MY GOD. It was as if a lightbulb had went off in your head. Loki is the perfect candidate to be friendly with tonight, god were you excited for this.
"Y/n? Helloooooo, my little midgardian, what are you in space or something?" Loki groaned in attempt to get your attention.
"Huh? Sorry. Zoned out," You said.
"What's on your mind love?" Loki almost looked concerned.
"Oh nothing, just super excited for later! I'd love to spend some more time with you tonight, Loki. For now I'm gonna go see if Ton' needs any help," You said innocently.
"Alright, i'll find you in a few." He smiled bashfully.
As you continued on towards the living room, it had seemed as if the party had already started. Shit, it's 7:30. People are definitely already here. You prepared yourself for a lot of small talk and, seeing Stephen, before walking through the double doors.
"Y/n!!!!!" Tony shouted from across the room, "You look great," he said making his way to you before tugging you to the side of the room.
"Thank you? What's up Ton'?" You asked.
"WHEN WERE YOU GONNA TELL ME YOU WERE MESSING AROUND WITH THE WIZARD," Tony whisper shouted.
Your brain literally short circuited at the question. Nobody knows except you and Stephen, How coul- Oh my fucking god. Your train of thought was cut off by the sight of Stephen eyeing you from across the room with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.
"We're not. I don't know why he would say such a thing when he was quite literally just on a coffee date with his ex," You spat out.
"What? Kid I'm sorry, wait is that why you didn't get coffee yesterday? Do you want me to kick him out? I will," Tony rambled but you were quick to cut him off.
"No Tony, It's not a big deal. I'm just gonna show him what he's missing," You said with a grin on your face before turning on your heel to find Loki.
"Wha- How are you gonna- Oh whatever." Tony gave up on his interrogation and made sure to give Stephen a look of disgust before greeting the newly arrived guests.
As you were walking to the kitchen to find Loki, you didn't notice Stephen trailing behind you. Sneaky little bastard.
Once you reached the kitchen, it appeared to be empty but right as you were about to turn around you felt two hands gently grasp your waist.
"Hey, I was just on my way to find you! What are you doing?" Loki asked.
"Was just looking for you," you said softly while turning to face him, gently placing your hands on his chest.
"Welll you found me, c'mon now let's go have some fun," Loki cheered before leading the both of you down the hall.
Stephen quickly ducked behind a shelve to avoid blowing his cover. He didn't find your interaction with Loki surprising but, he definitely didn't like it. I mean what were you doing? Why did Loki put his hands so low on your waist? He kind of assumed you guys would have been going together... And why had you ignored his texts? AND why had Tony given him the death stare after talking with you?
Stephen needed to talk to you immediately. He didn't like being confused for one, and for two, he genuinely thinks he's falling for you. He's not going to let anybody get in his way.
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All the guest had made it to the party by now, it was insanely crowded. Luckily you've stuck by Loki's side and he's stuck by yours since you walked back in. He knows these things can be kind of overwhelming for you sometimes.
You lost Stephen in the crowd and, to be honest, you weren't really mad about it. You've been having a great time with Loki.
"Let's go dance!" You yelled over the music.
Loki happily obliged and grabbed your hand, leading you to the dance floor. It was nice because it was a little less crowded in this area anyways. Everybody was too busy drinking and catching up with each other to be dancing.
Before you could even start dancing Loki handed you something that looked like alcohol, Asgardian alcohol? WORDDDDD. You thought without questioning him.
"Be careful with that, just take a small sip it's very strong." Loki instructed.
You took a reasonable sip and went to take a second before he snatched it from your hands.
"I said one Y/n," Loki tried to remain serious with you until you started giggling, causing him to break out into laughter as well.
The song "Poison" by Bel Biv Devoe, began playing and more people joined you and Loki on the dance floor. You turned around so your back was against Loki's chest, his hands fell low to your hips, and you two continued dancing like that without a care in the world for a few more songs.
Stephen was fuming, man he could not wait to tear into you. Why would you do this to him? He thought you guys had something going on. He continued to watch the two of you until he saw you move your hips against Loki.
Stephen slammed his martini down and began making his way to you. He watched your smile drop as you noticed he was marching up to you.
"That's enough," Stephen said as he reached for your wrist.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Loki asked defensively.
"It's absolutely none of your concern. Asshole," Stephen hissed.
"What do you want Stephen?" You slurred your words slightly.
"I need to talk to you," He said annoyed.
"Well, why can't you just say it here?" Loki interrupted.
"I said, it was none of your fucking business." Stephen seethed out.
At this point all three of you had half the parties attention and things were only getting louder.
"Speak to me like that again and see where it gets you Strange," Loki moved to stand in front of you.
"Yeah ok bud," Stephen replied, right before dropping him through a portal to who knows where.
"STEPHEN?? WHAT THE FUCK." You yelled.
Tony immediately came running over, along with Thor, Cap, Buck, and Sam.
"What the fuck are you doing Strange?" Tony spat out.
"I'm trying to have a civil conversation with your sister," Stephen said dryly.
"Where is Loki?" Thor asked stepping up to Stephen.
"Are you alright Y/n?" Sam asked you
"What are you up to Doctor?" Cap questioned Stephen.
"I'll kill him Y/n just say the word," Buck exclaimed.
"Can you guys just calm the fuck down? He's fine, He's in the mirror dimension because he was getting in my way. Now, I can send all of you there as well if you'd like," Stephen deadpanned.
"Maybe you should use that big brain of yours and think about why she doesn't want to speak to your sorry ass," Tony said while getting in Stephens face.
"Both of you cut the shit. Stephen, come with me." You ordered him.
Stephen immediately stopped what he was doing and followed you to the corner of the room.
"Okay please do enlighten me on what the fuck just happened," Stephen asked impatiently.
"What? Me dancing with Loki? Or the fact that you sent him to the mirror dimension? Or the fact that you caused a fucking scene?" You seethed. "You're not mine. In fact, you made that quite obvious yesterday while you were enjoying coffee with your fucking ex. I do not belong to you, I owe you not a single ounce of loyalty." You finished.
Stephen looked mortified. How did you know about that for one, and for two, It was nothing more than two friends catching up. Stephen has accepted he can't have Christine and he doesn't even want her anymore. He wants you. But it seems he might have fucked up pretty badly.
"Y/n please, listen to what I have to say," Stephen practically begged you.
"You've got five minutes Strange," You said dryly.
"I-I know what it looks like, okay? And I don't blame you for assuming it was something more, but... it wasn't. You don't have to believe me on this but I asked her to meet me there so we could talk about you.." He trailed off, refusing to make eye contact.
"What?" You questioned eagerly.
"I uh, I needed advice, because I was um thinking about making things official between us.." Stephen explained solemnly.
You didn't know what to say. You felt like the biggest idiot, AND, the biggest asshole. EVER. Your brain felt like it stopped working, the party conversation faded away and all you could hear was the music.
"Everybody Talks", Neon Trees.
It started with a whisper,
"I'm sorry," You whispered softly.
Tears began to swell up and threatened to spill over. Stephen looked up at you and his heart shattered at seeing you this worked up.
"It might be a crazy request but, would you still be interested in being mine?" You said even quieter this time. Stephen still caught it though.
And that was when I kissed her.
Stephen cupped your cheeks and leaned in to capture your lips in the most reassuring kiss. You moved up on your tiptoes while wrapping your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. Stephens hand fell dangerously close to your ass, but you pulled away.
"Tony with bury you alive if you get too touchy, help me out and try to stay out of conflict for the rest of the night." You reasoned.
"I was thinking about ditching this place anyways, only if your willing to join me of course." He flirted.
"Sounds tempting," You teased back.
"Just say yes," Stephen said sarcastically.
"Sir, yes sir," You stated while stepping back and saluting him as if he was a drill sergeant.
"Oh cut it out you smartass," Stephen said before opening a portal and throwing you over his shoulder.
Lets just say, you had a very... long night.
Stephen had tugged you close to him, his arms around your waist, drawing absent minded shapes on your back.
"Stephen, I dunno why but... I feel like we forgot something. Like something important. I can't figure out what it is though, and it's driving me crazy.." You mumbled into his chest.
"Hmm.." Stephen took a moment to think.
Suddenly you both shot up right and gasped.
"LOKI," You both shouted at each other.
OKAYYYYY so I wrote this a WHILE ago and I felt like it was a mess so I never posted it. BUTTT I tried to make a few revisions without changing the whole story line so I hope you enjoy! Please if you have ideas don’t be afraid to request them, or leave some constructive criticism for me! Id really appreciate feedback so I can improve my weaknesses as a writer.
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Despite the gaping hole in my memory, I'm confident that I've never felt like this much of a burden before. A few days ago I wouldn’t have batted an eyelid at the staircase, but now? Now it’s an impossible mountain to climb.
Most of the world is contained to my room now. 
Wong had mentioned struggling to cleanse the space of mystical markers that had been left behind, but I couldn’t even tell. The power that flowed through me, albeit slight compared to Stephen’s or Wong’s or even this goddamn house? It’s gone. The purple energy that used to flicker around my fingers, forming shapes almost of its own will was gone. I'd tried to call it, but I almost threw up. My body is at odds with my spirit right now and I hate it.
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Stephen brandishes the worm, dropping it into the palm of my hand.
“What the fuck is that?” I ask, trying to ignore the pool of slime it extruded.
“Excuse you, ” said the worm.
The flick of my hand was involuntary, and I fling the worm onto the rug.
Stephen, who had been trying to tell me to be careful, squats down and plucks the worm out of the carpet fibers. “This is the frontier in magical psychology. Its name is Gorron.”
“It’s a worm.”
“It’s a grub, thank you very much, you ungrateful mammal,” the worm had an accent that I couldn’t identify. “You’re lucky I’ve already been paid or I’d march right outta here! Worm? What am I, a nematode?”
Stephen sighs and shoots me an apologetic look. "I know it's strange, but it's actually very good at it's job."
"I'm really sorry, I don't usually do bugs. I'm sorry if I offended you and for... throwing you," I wince. “So… do I just lay back and tell Gorron my problems? Care to summon me a chez lounge?”
“It is much more simple than that. Look, I recognize that this is going to sound really gross, but-”
“Stick ‘im in ya ear, baby, lemme have a look at that mind!” Gorron interrupts.
So stark was the silence after that statement, that I almost decided that I might have a limit when it came to finding a cure. I look from Gorron to Stephen, who nods in confirmation and then back at Gorron whose little mouth had fallen open and was licking his lips. If grubs have lips. “Absolutely not.”
“Look doll, I’ve got a job to do, so open your ears and shut ya mouth, capeesh?”
Stephen snaps his hand shut, muffling the grub’s yells of displeasure. “I’m sorry about him, he doesn’t get out much," he continues, obviously with the intention of Gorron overhearing, "and he hasn't updated the way he speaks to women since the 1950s ap-pa-rent-ly."
I talk over Gorron's slew of deadened swear words. "You're joking, right?" I hear how desperate I sound, but- "In my head? This is a joke? To lift my mood?"
Stephen is right in front of me. Really there is a-step-and-a-half between us. “He’s crass, but if anyone can figure out the next steps, it’s Gor-”
My stomach bottoms out in my gut, a wave of panic hitting me with such force that I literally stagger. “I’m not-”
His free hand steadies me. Stephen says nothing, taking his bottom lip between his teeth, his gaze flitting back and forward between my eyes. I don't understand, what his expression is conveying, concern, and sympathy and pain all together perhaps.
“I can’t,” I want to sound strong, but my voice betrays me, cracking. “I’m sick of this, I’m sick of having shit shoved into my head. I’m sick of it, I’m sick of it. Please.” My breath comes fast and sharp.
“I know,” Stephen eases into the space between us, his empty hand still grasping my upper arm gently, the warmth seeming to loosen the knots in my body. “I know you’re scared. You have every right to be. Does it change anything if I assured you that Gorron can’t hurt you? He can only see what’s going on in there, he can’t change anything.”
My bottom lip wobbles, and Stephen’s gaze shifts to look at it, before snapping up to look me in the eye.
"Would it change anything," Stephen's voice soft, "if I told you that Gorron's basically my shrink?"
"Huh?"
"Do you remember after I found you and we were sitting in my office? And I told you I've been... having trouble sleeping, and you joked about therapy?" He pauses for confirmation. "Well, Gorron's my therapist. Wong makes me see him."
Excluding fighting lessons, Stephen and I are never this close, but lately I appreciate his sparing touch. There is something inviting about him when he isn’t trying to hit me, something comforting. I guess this is his job. I've seen him behave similarly for the people that seek out his help. “Does it hurt?”
A smile tugs at the corners of his lips, “not at all, it can be a little uncomfortable, but it doesn’t hurt, no. After your injury you might be a little sensitive though.” Glancing around the room, Stephen adds, “I’m right here, you know. Right by your side, I won’t leave you. You are always safe with me.”
His gray eyes hold no hint of a lie.
I nod. “This is coercion though.”
“I know.”
“And if it goes wrong, I’m holding you accountable.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
Stephen opens his hand. Gorron, who had spent the last few moments remarkably silent, opens his eyes in mock surprise. “Glad to see you haven’t forgotten about me! I have a waiting list ya know, I could be getting ignored by far more important people than the pair of you!”
Stephen grasps the grub by its tail.
“Do you trust me?”
“I guess. Yes. I do.”
His gloved hand lightly grasps my cheek, tilting my head, my right ear skyward, before dropping Gorron right into the shell of my ear. Gorron's rolling and wriggling sent a shiver through me. There was a little resistance, culminating in a wet plop, and then he was inside. There’s a grub in my brain, there’s a grub in my brain, there’s a grub in my- I shudder. I feel bad about thinking it's gross, Gorron's a sentient being after all, but I don't do bugs.
Stephen tilts my head back to my midline and then removes his hand from my cheek. I feel its absence keenly.
“Wow, Strange, ya weren’t wrong, something’s destroyed it in here,” Gorron’s voice is too loud and it vibrates in my skull.
I swear, instinctually jerking 'away' from the sound and I feel Gorron brush up against something, strings that bring the spots back to my vision. I grasp Stephen’s hands.
“Wow, talk about a household in denial,” Gorron mutters, quiet enough that I wasn’t sure Stephen could hear, but I was too dizzy to ask what he meant. “And your powers have gone too. That’s a knock to the balls for sure.”
“Can you give us any insight?” Stephen asked.
“Yes, but you’re not gonna like it.”
“Out with it.”
“Firstly - lass, gotta commend ya on having the cleanest brain ever. Not a single mind mite to be found. I have literally never seen that before. Secondly - whatever Loki did, it broke that enchantment that you were under.”
“That enchantment ?” Stephen and I say in unified confusion. There is a yellow and green blob floating between us and it makes the sorcerer look like he's got a bad case of jaundice.
“You heard me. I’d ask if you knew who put you under their spell, but I can see you don’t remember at all. Hey, have you considered renting this space? I know a few parasites that could use a place to live.”
“Gorron.” It was Stephen's last warning.
“Non-lethal of course.”
“Wind it back up a sec,” I demand, “what do you mean Loki broke the enchantment? What enchantment?”
I can feel Gorron squeeze it's body through some tight spot and the spots in my vision cleared.
“Has she always been this slow?”
“Mind your manners, Gorron. I know some bugs that lay their eggs in live prey,” Stephen threatened.
“Jeez, it was only a joke, man. Learn to take a joke. Hmm…” inside my brain, Gorron trailed off. “Your oldest memory is meeting Strange… because that was the day the enchantment was created. It’s got a magical signature that I don’t recognize, but boy did they hide it well.” 
“And my memories, my life before that?”
“My best guess is that whoever put this enchantment in place didn’t account for Loki going for a trip through ya head, and it broke the enchantment differently to the way it was supposed to be broken, it severed your mind. Separated the before-the-enchantment from the after-the-enchantment. Your memories from before then might still be here, but as a result of the spell or the unorthodox way in which it was broken, yeah, I wouldn’t know how to find them. The block on it can only be reversed by the creator. I’d say your best shot would be to find them.”
“Wait, so our best chance of finding out who put the block in place is to find out who put the block in place?”
Gorron sighs like I'm wasting its time, “yes. That’s what I said. Look, if there’s no mites in here, you’re gonna have to tip me, Strange, I didn’t come all the way out here for nothing.”
“For nothing. My whole brain has imploded and it’s nothing to you,” I whisper, my cheeks tight from my uncomfortable smile, before falling into a stunned silence. Everything feel so far away.
“Gorron, what can we do to figure this out?” Asks Stephen.
There's a whoosh, and I feel the grub slide out of my ear, the opposite ear to the one it had entered. “Seems to me, your next step would be finding someone who knows memory magic like the back of their hand and get them to have a look. See if they can recognize the signature. Maybe even see if they can locate where her memories have been hidden in there. Once you know that, I’d go and ask-” Gorron almost fell, but Stephen catches it, “thanks doc. Anyway, figure out who put the enchantment in place and get them to remove it. Easy as pie.”
Without missing a beat, Stephen crushes Gorron in his hand. The sound had a surprising crunch, like the grub had more bones than expected. I gape at the sorcerer.
“Sorry,” he opens his hand to reveal that it is empty empty, no fluids or bug guts in sight, “I was getting really sick of him, and the only way to send him home is to 'kill' him. He’s fine, I’ll see him later about his tip. How are you? That’s a lot to process.”
“If I wasn’t so overwhelmed, I’d probably be angry. Yeah. Probably angry.” I look down to find that Stephen is still holding one of my hands. I recount what we have learned, “so there’s a block on my memories, created the day I met you, probably not by you, because then Gorron would’ve recognized the signature? Correct?”
Stephen nod.
“And the only way to find out who it is that cursed me, is to let someone else have a look? I'm assuming it's a very similar type of magic to what Loki did to me.”
He nods again.
“Even though the last time someone did that it gave me the magical equivalent of a severe concussion?”
One final nod.
My heart pounds. “That voice- from my dream told me what a disappointment I was. I don’t even know who I’m letting down. And my powers are gone, and yeah they weren’t big and dramatic but they were mine. They belong to me, it’s like I’ve had a limb sawn off and I can’t even walk up the fucking stairs without my body giving up on me so I’m just trapped in this room. Is this my life now? Someone just put a spell on me one day and for what? I’m not important, I’m not powerful. Whoever did it must have had a reason but I have no idea who- or what? Except it’s got something to do with you? It must do, or maybe it’s just a coincidence that we met that day, I don’t know.” I'm spiralling.
Stephen doesn't say anything, just squeezes my hand tighter and like a toddler having a tantrum, I try to wrench it from his grasp, but he has a stronger grip than I’d anticipated. I poke a finger into his chest, but he doesn’t flinch.
“And you! You have the nerve to stand there, all sympathetic and concerned, ‘cause I’m just another pathetic-”
“You’re not pathetic-”
“Maybe I’m not, but who’s to say because I don’t know who I am! I couldn’t tell you my favorite food! I don’t know who I am and I feel so stupid. I’m barely a person.” Tears well up in my eyes and I hate them. I try to brush them away, but Stephen still wouldn’t relinquish the hand he held. He was swimming in my vision, and I was glad because then I didn’t have to look him in the eye as he beheld my tears. I’d never cried in front of him before. 
It was the second time he had ever embraced me. The first time even through the wave of nausea and the bright lights, I could feel his relief that I was safe, but this time? Stephen pulls me in, his arms wrapping around me, no relief, only release as I bury my eyes in his shirt and sob. He doesn’t say a thing. Doesn’t move, just holds me, one arm around the small of my back rubs small circles and the other grasps my shoulder firmly. I can feel the ridges and stitching of his glove through the fabric of my shirt.
After a while, I couldn’t tell you how long, I manage to stop crying, taking deep breaths to get myself together. He smells like earl grey tea and lemons.
“You are a person,” said Stephen, finally breaking the silence. His low voice rumbles through his chest. “Look, I’m not the most open person in the world, but,” he takes a deep breath, “I… care about you. You're not stupid and you are certainly not pathetic. I promise we will get to the bottom of this, but until you get everything you’ve lost back, you’re still a person. You're no burden to me.”
My arms are around his neck, our bodies pressed together. “I’m scared.”
"I know."
"I'm scared I'm going to be like this forever."
“I know,” his lips skim my temple, and goosebumps raise down my limbs. “I felt the same way when my hands were crushed. But we have no evidence to suggest you won't make a full recovery. And worse case scenario, we’re going to figure this out. Do you believe me?” His breath is warm on my skin.
"I believe you.
The air is charged, the question is charged, and Stephen holding me is the only thing keeping me together. I get the distinct impression that I should feel embarrassed, humiliated for sobbing in front of Stephen, as though a proper lady might have done it more demurely. I don't though. I like it. I like how caring and attentive he has been since I was injured.
"What do you need? What can I do for you?"
I glance around my room. It seems especially small with another person in it. The green wallpaper is still bright and the iron bed below it is a mess. The room itself is mercifully, not too messy. The curtains are mostly drawn now, blocking out the harsh light of the sun, and leaving only a thick stripe that cuts the room into unequal halves. The room itself is cozy, but after all the time spent in it the last few days, and what had happened there, it's suffocating me. 
"Take me somewhere else. I need to get out of this house."
Stephen clears his throat, and created a portal. Through the golden circle is the stark night. The chill from the cold air radiates through, prickling my skin. We manage to detangle.
The wind is mild and the sky clear. I have no memory of the world so dark. Back in the city the night is never dark, polluted with bright lights and fluorescence and color. But here, the sky is a sheet of black, with hundreds, no, hundreds of thousands of stars of every hue. The world is so quiet and there are no tell tale signs of humanity around. All this space and only the two of us.
"Where…?"
"New Zealand." His robes had shifted into casual wear. That grey sweater again. Stephen stores his hands in his pockets. "Aptly named by the European settlers as the South Island, due to the fact that it is the Southern Island."
"They sound creative." When the portal went, so did all of the light and my eyes tale a moment to adjust. "It's beautiful."
"It is. And it will only get better."
I look at him surprised, eyebrows raised though he probably can't see it in the darkness. The tracks my tears have left behind feel particularly cold in the icy air.
“From a scientific point of view, auroras are the result of charged solar wind particles caught in Earth’s magnetic field. These particles ionize oxygen and nitrogen molecules in the upper atmosphere, a chemical reaction creating light. The indigenous people of this land saw auroras as the campfires of their ancestors.”
“Are they? The campfires of their ancestors?”
Stephen stands at my side, and passes me the sweatshirt that had been hanging on the end of my bed. “Yeah, they are. And if I’ve timed correctly, they should be just about to…” He trails off.
Nothing happens. There is only blackness around us.
Stephen chuckles, “that would’ve been really impressive. This area has been having an increase rate of solar storms-”
The dull cloud twists into a ribbon of white which begin to curl across the sky. Then it's yellow. Red, green, blue - a nebulous glowing arc ornamenting the sky and I look on in awe. The lights of New York had been overstimulating, but this is- "beautiful."
“Yes.”
The dam inside me breaks and energy floods me. Even being out in the fresh air had invigorated my soul a little and I take off marching towards the slab of rock on the edge of the cliff. I dig my fingers into the top and hauling myself up.
"Jesus Christ, be careful!" Stephen's at my side in half-a-second, clamoring up to stand at my side.
"You're worse than Wong," I complain.
"At least sit ," Stephen's hands find my shoulders and gently push.
I groan but comply, letting my legs dangle off of the edge. He joins me. I could see our breath in the air, and pull my sweatshirt tighter around my shoulders.
"What made you want to be a doctor?" I ask finally, breaking the prolonged silence.
"Do you want the PR answer or the truth?"
"Either."
"Well," Stephen runs his fingers through his hair and I wonder what it feels like, "what I used to tell people was that I wanted to help. We are the world type of bull," he laughs and it cuts through the cold, warming my chest. "But the truth is that I wanted to be the best at something with a lot of status."
Stephen digs through his pocket and pull out a chocolate bar. He hands it to me and I snap it in half, letting him choose which piece he prefered.
"Well, I've been thinking about why I must have chosen anthropology to dedicate myself to. I have three possible answers."
"And they are?"
I chew my chocolate thoroughly. "One, knowing how big of a motivator spite is for me, someone probably told me I couldn't do it."
Stephen laughs again, "sounds about right."
"Two, it's just so damn interesting! I was reading through my doctorate thesis and I seemed really passionate about how teeth could tell you so much about someone's social status.” Cupping my hands I blow warm air into them. My knuckles are bright red. "Three, and probably the most boring of all the answers, maybe it was related to my powers. I didn't really ever figure out the origin, maybe I thought it would be linked to something else, something bigger."
"Well, it's looking more and more like you are a part of something bigger."
"Now that I know what 'bigger' entails, maybe I should have wished for a more simple life." I finish my half of the bar and suck the last of the melted chocolate off of my fingers. The aurora crackles around us like radio static. “The way the light flows… It reminds me of the incense that Wong burns. You know the stuff, lotus and patchouli.”
I look at Stephen, his face bathed in colored light. “I know exactly the one. Gives me headaches, but he still insists on it.”
“That’s because it gets you out of his hair once in a while.”
“I suppose, yeah. It does.” Then he adds, "metaphorical hair."
It's nice to laugh with him. “Why did you choose-? I mean, I said I needed to get out of the house, why was New Zealand the first place you thought of?” I shiver, my sweatshirt is not holding up against the winter breeze, I twist my hands in my lap trying to increase the friction.
“Ah, I don’t know,” his eyes levelled against my gaze, the grey taking on the colors passing overhead. It's mesmerizing. “Just popped into my head, I guess.” His voice gets quieter and quieter and I have to lean in to hear him.
There's a magnetic pull between us. Something strong have sucked us into its current, it wasn’t just this moment, it's everything, it's the universe deciding our fate and pushing us together. Everything since we had met had just felt so right, like we were made for each other.
“Aren’t you cold?” I whisper. “I’m freezing.”
For the moment he looks so relaxed. He's only inches away from me now, and his hand covers mine, his warmth permeating through the yellow leather, and I look from his eyes to his mouth, pink lips from the cold slightly parted and bordered with his dark beard. “Stephen?” I couldn’t get my voice to work properly, my breathing had gotten shallow, heart clanging in my chest.
My eyes flutter shut, as he comes close enough that his nose brushes against my cheek, and he murmurs something I can’t make out, cut off when I press my mouth to his.
Stephen tasted like the chocolate we had shared and for a moment everything in this dark world, with its vibrant skies slowed, until he kisses me back, energy flowing through us at the places where we connected, his hand gripping the back of my neck to deepen the kiss, his tongue running over my bottom lip.
He's gone.
I've lost my breath.
Twisting around, I find Stephen standing behind me. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, I was just- trying-”
Heat floods my cheeks and for once I'm at a loss for words.
A portal opens to my room and I flinch at the sudden piercing light.
“I should go,” Stephen hurries into my room, disappearing into the hall.
In his haste, he left the door wide open.
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dancing with our hands tied ➳ stephen strange
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pairing: stephen strange x reader 
word count: 1.9k
genre/warnings: NO SPOILERS FOR DSMOM IN THIS FIC, 50% angst, 50% fluff but its happy ending, just one 'asshole' there & no more, toxic family & friends, stephen & reader have an age gap maybe 5-10 yrs at best, typical stephen being an ass HAHAHSHS, stephen might be a little ooc
synopsis: after receiving too many comments about you & stephen's relationship, you just had enough of it and burst.
a/n: the synopsis doesn’t really do the fic justice im just really bad at making synopses im so sorry 😭 but anyway, this is my first mcu fic in this blog yay! i’ve been thinking abt it for a long time now & i finally did it! i hope yall enjoy it as much as i super LOOOOOVED writing it hehe ok i’ll stop now happy reading!!
edit: this is now cross-posted on ao3!
"Y/N, c'mon, he's older than you. You can do better than this."
"Oh, come on, Strange. Really? A kid? She's young, she's still got a lot to see in the world. You could do better."
"You can do better."
You tossed and turned in your bed, trying your very best to drift off to a peaceful slumber without any interruption. You took in a deep breath and let out a big sigh before pushing yourself up to sit up on your bed. Apparently, the words of your family members and their friends had gotten their way to you and you asked for a break with your lover. You felt guilty, of course, who would want to push the love of their life away for a bunch of gossip and hearsay?
Last week, you came to your annual family reunion held at your grandparents' house. You went without Stephen because he didn't want to intrude into your family's traditions. The moment you arrived, you were bombarded with so many questions not even a celebrity surrounded by paparazzi could handle. They took the opportunity of your boyfriend's absence to ask you all about him. Questions that included "Y/N, honey, I don't like that boy", "are you really sure about him?", "is there no way we could change your mind? There are other men out there, my dear", and the one that struck you deep like a knife — "Y/N, sweetie, you could do better than him."
Stephen had been receiving a lot of those comments as well. He recently attended the wedding of Dr. Christine Palmer, who felt ecstatic for the sorcerer because he finally found the happiness he deserved. He can't say the same about the other doctors, though. Every time they approached him, they would ask him — "why her?", "Stephen, she's so young for you", "she could leave you for a younger man for all we know", and that one six-word sentence, "you could do better than her."
Stephen went back to the Sanctum, exhausted and drained, not wanting any more contact with the world outside. You, unsurprisingly, decided to go and stay at the Sanctum as well — wanting to see your lover's face for comfort. He'd always invite you to move in with him for easier access to him but you'd always reply, "c'mon, Stephen, where's the fun of getting married when I've already moved in with you while we're still dating?"
"Honey, I'm home!" You called out to Stephen which erupted a chuckle from the said man. "You always love to do that, don't you?" He made his way to you, arms partially spreading out which you took as an invitation to jump into. "That bad, huh?" He asked, burying his head and hands on your hair. "Oh, God, you wouldn't even wanna know." You groaned. "But, how about you? How was Christine's wedding? You gave her my greetings, didn't you?" You asked continuously. Stephen gave you a small smile in which a sigh followed. "It was okay. Just exhausting. You know, pictures and stuff." He said, shoulders slightly drooping.
"Oh, yes, I forgot. I was dating the most famous sorcerer in the world." You mockingly rolled your eyes with a chuckle. "Haha, funny. C'mon, honey, let's get you to bed." He retorted back before dragging you into his bedroom.
The next week after the wedding and the reunion turned out to be the best and worst week of your almost two-year long relationship. You had decided to stay the week at the Sanctum, mainly because 'you just wanted to' although your boyfriend didn't buy it, he still believed you. What he didn't know was you wanted to stay because your family's words was already getting to you. Multiple messages from your aunts contained them getting you multiple blind dates with other men even if you said you didn't want to, they still tried in case you'd ever change your mind.
You wanted to prove to yourself that this was just one of the few challenges you and Stephen would face. You wanted to prove to yourself that your love for him was stronger in spite of your deep fears that the world would divide you. Every morning, you'd make breakfast — even cook lunch and dinner enough for the both of you and Wong. Every night, you'd have deep late night talks about the most random things — turning the bedroom into a sacred oasis for the both of you. So, yes, you were a mess.
You were able to keep that mess at bay until that fateful Friday evening.
"Auntie, please stop. Please! I don't want any of them. I am more than satisfied with Stephen, I don't need anyone else." Stephen heard you arguing with your aunt on the phone in the kitchen above his office upstairs. He went down to see you and immediately rushed down to your side when he saw you sobbing on the floor with your head buried in your arms and knees.
"Honey, you okay?" He asked gently. "No." You replied, voice muffled. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked again, more carefully than the last one. You finally lifted your head up, revealing your puffy red eyes and tear-streaked face. You let out a shaky sigh, before speaking. "It's just that, my aunt has been forcing me to go on these blind dates with men my age, thinking that you're not good enough for me." You said with a whimper in your tone.
"Well, what did you say?" He asked. "I told her, no. I don't need those. But she kept on insisting and, I don't know, I just burst out, I guess." You cried out. "Oh, I see. Do you need time off then?" Stephen asked out of the blue. Your eyes widened in disbelief and horror, still not processing completely what he said. "W-what? Stephen, what are you saying?" You asked him tearfully. "Y/N, I think you need some time to think about it. Now, I'm giving you the time you need." He said it like it was nothing. Now, the tears had started rolling down again.
"Stephen Strange, how dare you?! I fought for you, now this is the treatment I get?!" You stood up and so did he, shouting at him at the incredulity of the man that stood before you. "Y/N, I'm just saying that maybe you need to think about what your aunt said." He attempted to clarify himself but it was to no good. You had been looking at him a look of hurt and terror in your face, unable to comprehend the words that had just come out of his mouth.
"God, you're such an asshole, Strange! If you want that, then so be it!" He flinched at the use of his last name, you never called him that. You stormed out of the Sanctum and went back to your apartment.
Which is where you are now. At 3AM on a Sunday, facing your phone at the nightstand — wishing it would light up with a text from your lover. Thinking it would be useless to wait for a man with a pride higher than the Burj Khalifa to show up, you faced the other side — hoping to at least get a reasonable amount of sleep.
Just as you were finally about to get a blink of sleep, the doorbell to your apartment unit rang. Muttering a string of curses to the person who rang your doorbell at the wee hours of the night, you got up from your bed and walked over to the buzzer.
"Who is this?" You asked groggily. "Y/N, it's me. Could you buzz me in, please?" A voice you knew all too well replied from the other side. That same baritone voice you grew to love so much that also turned into one that you so deeply despised. Upon hearing his voice, it seemed like all forms of sleepiness was knocked out of your body. You took a deep sigh and closed your eyes, thinking you were dreaming and this would all go away if you opened them again.
"Y/N, are you there?" The voice spoke up again, startling you, causing you to open your eyes and groan loudly because it, in fact, wasn't a dream. "Stephen, what are you doing here? I thought you said you wanted to give me time." You said exasperatedly, just wanting to go back to the comfort of your bed. "Y/N, please, just give me 5 minutes of your time. After that, I'll be gone." Stephen begged one more time and even through the speaker, you could see the look of desperation on his face. Feeling pity for the man on your porch, you decide to buzz him in and sat down on the sofa of your apartment's living room — waiting for the sorcerer to knock on your door.
Not long after, you heard a knock on your door just as you expected. What you didn't expect though, is to see him appear ragged, eyes surrounded by dark circles most likely due to lack of sleep, and even puffy red eyes. His look is almost identical to yours, only difference is you looking more haggard than he is. You stepped aside, signaling him to head inside your apartment. He sat down on your sofa as you shut the door behind you.
"Want anything? Coffee, tea, perhaps maybe beer?" You asked your guest. "No need, Y/N. I'll be gone after a while anyway." He, to your surprise, politely dismissed your offer. "Alright. What's your business here, Stephen?" You asked him straight to the point, sitting across him in one of your beanbags.
"Okay. Firstly, I want to apologize." He started off, pausing for a while to let you speak if you ever have anything to say but is met with your unwavering gaze and crossed arms to your chest. "Y/N, I am so, so, so sorry to have said those things to you. I know it's a very asshole thing for me to say, especially right after you risked your relationship with your relative just for me. I really am truly sorry." He continued.
"Believe it or not, I've been experiencing the same, too. At Christine's wedding, the other doctors there were also telling me to find someone my age and that you were too young for me. It definitely took a toll on me and I took it out on you which was wrong and I shouldn't have done so. This past week without you has been the absolute hell and I know now that you're worth more than what others think and I've lost you to those. So, I understand if you choose not to accept this apology. I'll just be on my way." He finished off, standing up and preparing to leave.
"Stephen, wait." You spoke, stopping him on his tracks. "I'm sorry, too. I should've been there with you and we should've faced this together as one and not divided. This isn't a 'you' nor a 'me' problem, but an 'us' problem. We should've dealt with it that way. So, yes, I accept your apology and I hope that you accept mine, too." You said, standing up to face your lover by the door.
You made your way to him, cupping his face in your hands and pressed your forehead to his before whispering a small "I'm sorry, love." He gave you a small kiss on the lips as he said, "It's alright, honey. I forgive you. Let's go home, yeah?"
He pulled you out of your apartment, holding each others' hands with smiles plastered on your faces.
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Dr Strange x f!reader oneshot || gentle smut
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MY FIRST SMUT ONESHOT ! i showed my friends and they said its rlly good so I feel comfortable enough to post it-
there's some spelling mistakes in there but that should be it-
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"fuck.." you whispered from underneath your heavy breathing, you came all over Stephens mattress. you got so lost thinking about him that you didn't even realize you started fingering yourself. you came so much it even slipped through your panties. making his bed a whole mess.
just before you could start cleaning up, Stephen walked in. ''shit..'' you though, ''I totally ruined it now''
''looks like someone had been having a fun time without me, did you enjoy yourself?''. he walked over to you, looking down on you and the mess you made.
''i thought you were busy talking with Wong.. and I really missed you''
he smirked and pinned you back down on the bed and crawled on top of you without hesitation. He grabbed your dirty hand and started sucking the juice off while continuing to look deep into your e/c eyes. You couldn't help but loose eye contact to look at his bulge growing
''now now..'' he stopped licking of your fingers and grabbed your jaw ''what did i say about loosing eye contact?''
''Stephen.. I'm sorr-''.
before you could finish your sentence he had already both your legs in his hands, he laid them on his shoulders, making it so his bulge pressed hard against your soaking wet panties. ''ill show you what your little fingers can't do'' he started rubbing your clit in circles with his thumb, making you moan slightly. you continued looking into his green eyes as he scanned your whole body.
he placed both his hands on the collar of your shirt, and literally ripped it off of you, exposing your whole chest.
he looked at your boobs, at your face, and back at your chest again.
his cock grew so big there was a lot of pressure on his pants, so he took them off.
''you can look now''. you smiled slightly and without hesitation your eyes were locked on his throbbing bulge. He leaned in forward to kiss you, ''I love you''
''I love you t-'', you cut your own sentence off with a loud moan, he started moving back and forth, pressing his bulge against your wet pussy. you heard him chuckle from on top of you.
he kissed his way down to you chest, he started nibbling on one nipple, and squeezing/pulling the other with his right hand. You love it when he pulls on your nipples. its kinda painful, but nice.
''Stephen.. please…''
he stopped and tilted his head to look at you, still massaging your other boob ''hmm? what's wrong sweetheart?''
''please.. please give me it.''
he smirked and teased ''give you what exactly..?''
you couldn't hold it no longer, you want him so bad.
''your big veiny cock.. please Stephen.. please put it in me'' you begged him like a little kitten meowing for wet food
he kissed you ''will you be a good girl for me?''
you nodded quickly, ''yes! yes.. I promise.. please..'' you begged him again ''I promise ill be good''
he sat up ''alright then'' saying with a smirk.
he tried to tease you as much as possible, taking out his cock really slow, but it wasn't that easy since it was rock hard and throbbing fast as fuck
you almost started drooling, it was so big and veiny, you couldn't wait any longer.
he pulled your panty to the side and rubbed his tip against your entrance, teasing you even more. you know he loves teasing you
''I know you want it. but you gotta be patient..'' he said. ''eyes on me''
your eyes quickly shifted from his cock to his eyes again. his free hand grabbed yours, while the other was still rubbing your clit.
he looked down, ''all this for me? you just came and you're already soaking wet'' he grinned.
before you could answer he was already inside of you, you gasped for air while holding his hand tight and the other hand above your head.
he pushed deeper into you, you bit your lip while tears started forming
''just say the word, and ill stop'' he said gently
''no.. please don't stop..''
he chuckled, ''alright then''. without a warning the thrusted into you real hard. in and out. slowly and gently.
your walls started adjusting to his size. ''it fits so perfectly'' he groaned while thrusting into you again, in and out.
your boobs bounced up and down with the rhythm of his movements. you couldn't help but moan out his name ''Stephen.. please''
you didn't need to give any more instructions. he knew exactly what you meant. he put both his hands on your hips while he thrusts in and out of you faster, which let to sending vibrations throughout your whole body. you started getting goosebumps, he feels so good and knows exactly when its too much. but not now, you didn't want him to stop.
''such a good girl..'' he grunted out. you felt his grip tighten on your waist when he felt your walls clench around him.
Stephen was close. he groaned so lowly, your whole body was vibrating.
he thrusted into you one more time deeper than ever, and came inside of you. followed by your own orgasm.
he slowly pulled his cock out. but immediately stuffed 3 fingers back in, ''you're not gonna let any spill out. you know a punishment follows if you do.'' your legs were shaking and could barely move. but you clenched your walls together one more time making sure none of his warm seed leaks out.
he took out his fingers and you released a big sigh of relief. none of the seed slipped out. "good girl'' he praised.
you grabbed his hand and put it in your mouth, sucking off all the seamen. he put another hand on your jaw ''wanna go take a bath together?''
-AFTER CARE PART- (fluff only but mentions of sex)
you nod and he picked you up like a baby
he placed you in the bathtub and let it fill with water, not too warm since you guys were already sweating. his cock was already rock hard again seeing you being all wet. he sat behind you and hugged you tightly ''I love you, not only for the sex. I love your personality, everything about you'' you laughed silently ''i love you too Stephen, and also not just for the sex. you make me feel comfortable and loved''
he started kissing your neck and back while washing it with water. the bathtub was already full.
he started washing your hair wish shampoo, ''you're beautiful, you know that right?''.
you laughed again, ''Stephen.. you cant even see my face right now''
''hmm.. I can actually'' he opened up a portal in front of his face and yours. making it so you guys can see each other. he leaned in for a kiss.
''gosh.. you and your magic..''
he raised an eyebrow ''what's wrong with it''
''no no I don't mean it that way! I love your magic and I really wish I could do the same..'' you started playing with your fingers underwater as you waited for the same response. ''you know its too dangerous..''
''yes, Stephen. I know..'' a tear started forming and you tried to hide it by washing your face with water
of course he saw, ''don't cry baby. I know you want to. I just cant always protect you, what if they kill you? or worse, kidnap and torture you? what if you die? I can't live without you y/n..'' he sighed. ''if you really want to, I can teach you. but I'm not letting you fight evil, I cant risk it''
you turned around to see his real face, instead of the one in the portal
''would you really??''
he sighed, ''yes.. but promise me, you'll always listen to what I say, and if we do fight danger. you stand behind me. okay?''
''i promise'' you kissed him and he kissed you back.
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Remedy
Stephen Strange x Reader
A/N: Is this like a unspoken rule for me to push stories before starting the semester? Hope it will bring you comfort like it will for me!
Genre: PG-13
Notes: Yet another short self-indulgent fic for myself (and also for future purposes if I need comfort but don’t have the brain cells to write).
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Different people react differently when they’re stressed.
Stephen out of all people, knows this the best.
Which means, he knows your patterns and tell-tale signs.
Your tendency to be hyper fixated on your responsibilities and refusing to take a break until you finish it or get an answer.
He’s back from Kamar-Taj helping America and has portal back with the young girl.
Only to see a HUGE mess in the sanctum.
Papers strewn around every space on the floor, a stack of books which Stephen presumes to be journal articles stacked a good 3 feet high.
The two walk across the dimly lit room to find you crouched over the table, furiously typing away at your laptop.
America whispers to Stephen that she thinks she saw your eye twitch.
He has to do something.
Just as you clicked the save button to make sure your current progress wasn’t lost, Stephen uses his magic to levitate your laptop away, giving it to America who runs away with the device on his orders.
“Stephen! I was just about to finish that paragraph!” You couldn’t help but to be slightly agitated.
“Love, have you even taken a break at all?”
“Yes I have!” You respond defensively. Stephen raises an eyebrow, essentially forcing you to tell him the truth.
“No…” Your shoulders slumped in defeat. “I’m sorry Stephen. Its just that I have so many deadlines and I need to transcribe these interviews, and-”
Stephen brings a chair for you to sit down. “Remember what I told you?”
You look at him meekly, “They won’t run away from you.”
“Good. So we’re taking a break. You, me and America.”
You couldn’t help but to smile at the young girl’s enthusiasm as Stephen takes all of you to the Hong Kong sanctum.
As she eagerly runs down the road filled with street vendors, you and Stephen trail slowly behind, making sure she doesn’t stray too far.
Soon, all of you were munching on a snack. America had a bowl of fishballs, Stephen was carefully plucking bits of the egglet waffle and you were relishing the squid on a stick.
The three of you visit a few other places, namely a flower market and a park with stunning views of the city scape that Hong Kong had to offer at night.
“Thank you Stephen.” You didn’t realize it, but your body had relaxed itself as time went by. “I really needed this.”
“You know, I may not be a doctor anymore but I’ll still give damn good remedies.”
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Benedict Cumberbatch as Dr Stephen Strange in the MCU
Doctor Strange (2016) , Avengers: Infinity war (2018), Avengers: Endgame (2019), Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021), Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022)
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hey. idk if this is a weird request or not, but could you do something with stephen and pregnant! reader? like maybe when they find out reader is pregnant and just fluffy stuff throughout the months up until the baby is born?
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Baby Fever
Stephen Strange x f!pregnant!Reader
Summary: Stephen and (Y/N) are having a baby and though its not always the easiest they've never been happier 💖💖💖
Warning: No warnings, just good pregnancy fluff 💖💖💖
A/N: Hi guys, I know I've been inactive for the longest time cause of exams but I'm finally done. It's been a while since I've written anything, so I hope you like it and pls let me know if you have any ideas of how to improve my writing or you can put in a request if you have anything you want me to write :))))) 💖💖💖
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Her fingers trembled as she held the slim, plastic stick in her hands, biting her lip so hard she almost drew blood, and yet the only thing she could fix her mind on was the blank space that would give her the result that she dreamed of or the one that she dreaded. It didn't help that her husband, who honestly meant well, kept pressing on her shoulders, a sweet but terrible attempt at a massage to relax her nerves, somehow managing to do the complete opposite. She pressed her eyes tightly together, some part of her unable to face the disappointment, that created a burning pit in the bottom of her stomach, keeping the air from entering her lungs, that made her feel like she was suffocating as her world closed in around her. Maybe if she never looked, she wouldn't have to go through the torment again, but she was quickly pulled from her thoughts at the joyful kisses from the man that stood over her. Opening her eyes, she curiously brought the test up to her test, unable to stop the warm tears that streaked down her face when she was met by two pink lines, side by side, her lips pulled into a wide grin.
She let out relieved laugh when she felt Stephen pull her to her feet, lifting her gently into the air with such excitement, as she threw her arms around him, gripping tightly, trying to eliminate the space in between their bodies. He felt like he couldn't breath when she did that, just the bare minimum amount of oxygen reaching his lungs, but in the moment he couldn't care less, he was going to be a father, instead he chose to pull her closer careful, chuckling along with her while peppering her face with kisses. She squealed, pushing his face away playfully, but he couldn't stop, the feeling of his heart overflowing with love, and for a second he stopped, staring at her in bewilderment, "I'm going to be a father". It came out more as a whisper if anything, his clear, blue eyes growing softer at the thought of the child that they would raise, a wonderful dream playing in his mind. She gently placed a hand on his cheek, causing him into to lean into her touch reflexively, humming at her soft scent of jasmine and lilies, " Yes you are, and you're going to be a great one", finding himself smiling to match hers, as he felt her nestle closer to his side.
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(Y/N) was so happy that she was pregnant, she was so grateful that she was going to be a mother to a child with the man of her dreams by her side, but no one ever said she had to like the process of how a child was born. She would've thought that a pregnant woman would require a healthy amount of sleep, but here she was retching her dinner violently into the still water that sat unmoving at the bottom of the toilet bowl, her arm resting against the cool, porcelain material, somewhat curing her of the uncomfortable, stuffy warmth that seemed to envelope her. She felt like she was 20 again, on the floor of her best friends bathroom, but it was different this time. This time she wasn't cursed with an awful hangover from a testy night out on the town, probably regretting a terrible mistake. This time she had Stephen and she was grateful for him, dutifully holding her tangled messy locks back, as he helped her off the ground, cautiously sitting her on the bathroom counter, reaching for the towel that hung haphazardly across the back of the door, placing a tender kiss on the crown of her head, before dabbing off the trail of vomit that stained her chin lightly, with the most affectionate look strewn on his face, which caused her heart to swell with love for him.
He worked quickly, and she soon found herself tucked away under the fluffy, cotton sheets, her head sinking down on the airy pillows, causing her sigh in delight. She felt her eyes flutter, threatening to close with exhaustion despite doing nothing but throw up for the past half hour, but she fought it, "Thank you", she half yawned, still gripping tightly at the man's wrist, running her fingers aimlessly back and forth across his skin. He chuckled quietly at her, "You don't have to say thank you", brushing back a strand of hair that fell loosely across her eyes, his hand trailing down the side of her face, "You're the one carrying our kid, it's the least I could do". His response tugged the corner of her lip, raising them into a smile, as she pulled his palm close to her, fondly pressing her lips against the roughened surface, silently drifting into sleep.
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"I mean do you want to know if they're a boy or a girl", he gasped in exasperation, watching the woman that sat opposite him, holding her head in her hands, digging her fingers into his scalp, impatiently frowning at him, "Because it's starting to sound like you do", he finished, crossing his arms across his chest defensively.
"No I don't-", she sighed, letting her head fall onto the cool marble of the kitchen counter, continuing to groan exasperatedly. "But the curiosity is killing me, I mean haven't you ever wanted to know something so badly but also not wanted to know it just as badly ?", she exclaimed, her arms flailing about in the air in distress, as though it further extenuates her point.
He rolled his eyes, lovingly at her, responding blatantly, "No-", before turning back to face the pile of dripping dishes that stood by the sink, grabbing a greying rag that hung weakly from a hook, beginning to rub away the dripping water from each one.
"That's a lie", she persisted, giving him a stern look, now pushing herself off the chair and onto the island counter, so she could look the man eye to eye as she stared him down. She often felt that making herself tall enough to meet his gaze in a disagreement made her more intimidating, but when she swung her feet back and forth from where they hung off the edge, Stephen had to do everything in his power to contain his laughter.
He pressed his lips tightly together in an attempt to compose himself, "Whatever you say darling", forcing himself to finish the task at hand. He could already imagine the frustrated look on the woman's face, eyebrows furrowed together, cheeks practically turning a bright, burning red from the sheer amount of stress that she had built out of nothing, with her arms crossed in the most infuriated looking manner as she could manage.
She huffed, boring her eyes into his back, as he continued to wipe down the clean dishes, her lips curving into a pout.
He tried his best to ignore her antics, but like always he failed, turning around to position himself between her legs, pulling her frame into his, so that she was practically enveloped in him, mimicking her expression comically, knowing his plan had worked when she squeezed her mouth shut to stop her erupting giggles. When she didn't burst into a fit of laughter, he figured that he had to try something else, wiggling his fingers menacingly, before reaching for her sides, tickling, causing her to break character. Shaking with laughter, she struggled to get her words out, "Stop- I'm- I'm supposed to be mad at you".
He smirked softly, bringing his hands to rest at her waist, cocking his head to look at her, "Well you could never stay mad at me anyway, now is definitely not the time to start", leaning in to connect their lips for a loving kiss.
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"Stephen!!". (Y/N) yelled, from where she lay, nestled amongst the fluffy throw pillows that were once meticulously arranged across their bed, her hand resting on the bump that had grown in the past 7 months, an almost protective reflex, "Can you get me my juice, I think I left it in the kitchen".
"I think you enjoy bossing me around a little too much, darling", Stephen groaned playfully, giving her a teasing look with his lips pursed as he handed her the cold glass, pressing his lips against her forehead and then her belly, while she rolled her eyes affectionately at him.
"Well you try carrying this baby around", she lamented, smacking him along the arm jokingly, giggling softly at his feigned defeat, "Once I sit down there is no getting up until at least 2 hours" .
"Alright, alright-", he sighed, shaking his head a little, turning to look at her, feeling her gaze fixated on him, almost as though she was trying to put him some sort of trance, but luckily for Stephen she didn't know that kind of magic, but that never stopped her from getting her way with him. After a few minutes he gave in to her longing stare, unable to resist the bright, hopeful look behind her eyes, "Why are you looking at me like that ?", he wondered out-loud, a little curious.
She grinned widely, rubbing her hands together in what she thought was menacingly, "Can you give me a back-rub ?", already knowing that he could- would never say no. It's not like she was trying to torture her husband, in fact she wished he didn't have to do all this for her, but at this point her belly was weighing her down and making her already bad posture worse, which did nothing for her lower back. The pain only seemed to spread overtime, growing sharper and more unbearable, all she could do was tell herself that the result of this pain would be so worth it. That and ask her husband for back massages, because in the few minutes that he pressed his hands skilfully along her back she felt the soreness subside and just for a short time she felt air-like, it was practically euphoric.
"You are so lucky I love you", he forced his lips together, fighting but eventually failing to keep the growing smile from spreading across his features, swiftly but gently positioning himself behind her, careful not to hurt her in any way, to which she settled comfortably in between his legs, enjoying the comforting warmth that radiated from his skin to hers, giving her an ease unmatched by any other. Despite all the extra tasks that came with a pregnant wife, Stephen felt as though it only made him love her more, how she was always so strong and capable despite carrying another person in her, carrying the weight of not one but two people, going through changes that he may never understand, fears that he may never understand and yet she still radiated such a calming energy to everyone.
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"Oh my gosh!", (Y/N) exclaimed, her pain-laced shouts echoing through the aged and empty hallways of the sanctum, as she leaned weakly along the bed frame, impatiently waiting on her husband, "Stephen I am literally in so much pain- If you do not portal us to the hospital right now-". She sounded cranky, but anyone would be if they were overcome with the worst stomach cramps that they have ever experienced in their lives, all while a baby is trying to leave their body. She thought, more like she hoped that she would be one of these people that had zero pain, but it seemed she was the complete opposite.
"Hold on- hold on-, Im just getting your night bag", the sight of him brought some semblance of hope to her, as he rushed around with a bag stuffing clothes and towels into it, occasionally turning to give her a sympathetic look, a look that did nothing to help her, which only infuriated her more.
"I don't care about the night bag right now-", she whined, running her hands over her face in frustration, the beads of sweat spreading all over her face from the hot flashes she was feeling, making the whole space feel even more stuffy and uncomfortable. She just wished that the baby had picked a more reasonable time to come and no 3 a.m., but then again this was the child of Stephen Strange, so it was no surprise that it chose the most dramatic time to be born. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, reaching out with one hand to pinch her thigh sharply, thinking that maybe it would distract her from the piercing pain that was growing from her lower abdomen, but it only seemed to make everything worse, causing her to sigh in exasperation.
"But you will", his words tore her from the bubble she had created, and she found him standing in front of her, the bag though zipped up, looked like it was ready to burst apart, a soft smile painted on his face, in anticipation of this baby they had been waiting months for.
"But I care about this child that is trying to leave my womb", she frowned, her arms waving about in the air so dramatically, she was close to slapping the man. He was quick to work, slipping his sling ring onto his fingers, the blazing orange ring forming before them, revealing a more brightly lit, sterile looking waiting room, a few people peering through to them from the other side, but she didn't care anymore, she just needed the pain to stop and for this child to be out of her womb and in her arms. "Okay, just a little longer love, you're at the end of it already", his words came out quietly, close to a whisper as he laced their fingers together, tenderly helping her through the portal.
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"Who would've thought that something so amazing would be produced from something so awful", (Y/N)'s words broke the silence that had settled amongst the pair as they watched the bundled up child in her arms, occasionally shifting her arms up to stretch before curling back up in her arms. She found it hard to tear her eyes from her but eventually she did, her gaze easily drifting to watch her husband, who was leaning down to be as close as he possibly could to them, their pinky fingers just barely laced together but it still brought a calming sense to her.
He reached out a finger in front of the baby, which she was quick to take into her small ones, and (Y/N) could have sworn she had never seen Stephen Strange as speechless or bewildered in her life and that was pretty major considering the fact that they were both wizards who have fought alongside the avengers."But look at her tiny hands and feet", he whispered out, not wanting to startle the new-born, not wanting to stop looking at her, almost as though it would all disappear he did.
"I know she's so beautiful", she sighed in satisfaction, as she admired her husband, reaching a free hand out to tangle her fingers in his hair, causing him to hum in delight as she dug deeper and tugged on the locks, " I can't believe that we made a tiny human", leaning her head down slightly to place chaste kiss on the crown of her head.
Watching his wife yawn widely, he felt concern for her, only just nothing the dark circles that had formed under her eyes, that were almost fluttering shut , suggesting, "Why don't you rest darling, I can watch her while you do".
"That would be nice", she thought out loud, as she glanced down at the little baby girl in her arms, "I love her so much, but I have never been so tired in my entire life", passing over the fluffy bundle of pink blankets over to her husband. He adjusted to holding her in his arms, before leaning towards (Y/N), giving her a loving kiss on the cheek, to which she practically purred with in delight in her exhaustive state. Stephen chuckled softly trying not to startle the baby in his arms, as he leaned back in his seat, pulling himself closer to her, so amazed at his child and his wife for producing something so wonderful.
She shuffled around on the stiff hospital mattress for a few seconds before finding the perfect spot, sighing happily, her head positioned to look at the man she loved, whispering discreetly into their child's ear, not that she would even understand whatever he said, but it still made her heart swell with love and joy for her family.
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‘Disrespect’
Surgeon! Strange x fem! reader
- i got a request for this and oh my lord, writing this honestly had me in a state of disbelief. i think i kind of got carried away but fuck it we ball. i <3 dom Stephen sm xx
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You often had to remind yourself that Dr Strange simply doesn't function like other people.
Working with him was never ideal, especially in a busy hospital with little to no time to do anything, it did give you the opportunity to idle at how ingeniously he worked. Stephen was exceptionally skilled and he was also exceptionally arrogant; his need to prove he's the smartest man in the room by any means possible provoked you, sometimes you thought he did it on purpose to annoy you specifically. Getting a doctorate didn't make him God's righteous man, most of the time you wanted to curbstomp his stupidly perfect teeth in. Deceit and hubris was always plastered on his face and even with that million dollar smile that women fawned over, you could see right through him. What made everything ten times worst is that after a particularly gruelling night shift, it was only you and him left to clean up the operating theatre.
It felt like the universe was just fucking with you today.
Stuck cleaning up the mess Stephen made with him alone only made you reflect upon why he was hellbent on being an asshole to everybody. And why he had to be attractive whilst doing so. It was easy to see he was attractive but so hard for you to actually admit it. He had all the physical attributes that made you drool but his personality was as appealing to you as shit under your shoe. Stephen found his way to prominence not by just being an incredible neurosurgeon but by fucking through the entire staff; all the nurses found themselves bending over backwards to impress him but he just dismissed them, you honestly couldn't believe the gall he had- it was inhuman.
Now all you could do was survey him silently and not acknowledge him at all.
Stephen was having trouble even making eye contact with you today, the thought made him chuckle inwardly. Normally, you'd gawk at him stupidly when you believed he wasn't looking but he felt your eyes burn into his skull- he couldn't help but consider the possibility that you weren't death staring him but actually...eyefucking him. Stephen basked in the feeling, his confidence doubled tenfold usually but today you were deliberately ignoring him. He couldn't have that. Not since you were the most gorgeous distraction he's ever had. He just kept thinking of you when he wasn't supposed to and Stephen wanted to act on his primitive urges.
‘’You're being unusually untalkative.’’ Stephen remarked as you were both washing your hands in the sink, almost as if to clean yourself of this stupid day. ‘’Who pissed in your cereal?’’ He quirked an eyebrow at you, gazing at you through the mirror.
‘’Maybe I just don't fucking like you.’’ You gave him a dazzling, chilly 'fuck off' smile alongside your unwelcome glare. Stephen loved it- your persistent need to shrug him aside, it was a taste of his own medicine.
‘’Don't lie. It doesn't suit a woman like you.’’
‘’Like me?’’ Your tone filled with offence and displeasure as your eyes narrowed. Who the fuck did he think he was to evaluate you? It annoyed you to a senseless degree.
‘’You're too pretty to lie. Stop lying to yourself, you do like me. And you hate it.’’ Stephen stared at you directly as he dried his hands off, his expression certain and his smile sly.
Stephen knew you got him in a 'gotcha' moment. Your face was vacant, eyes gleaming wide and doe alongside an agape mouth and creased eyebrows. He smirked at you like a stupid all American textbook jock as if he could see right through you and all your innermost thoughts. You resumed your movements and gathered your loose hair and tied it into a ponytail and connected gazes daren't oscillate. Stephen loved watching you work and going about doing your own thing, he liked that you thawed when you gave him a sweet smile.
‘’Where would you get that impression that I do infact tolerate you, Doctor?’’ You couldn't help but flirt with him, not when he was being so brazen and saying exactly what was on his mind- you could do the exact same.
He took a beat to study you and look at you in this resolve. Beautiful. Charming. Saccharine.
Stephen cocked his head, thinned his eyes and simply said: ‘’Intuition?’’
‘’Don't lie. It doesn't suit a man like you.’’ You repeated his prior statement with a small smirk and knowing character.
Stephen let out a breathless scoff at your purpose. You were enjoying yourself completely and he had this overwhelming surge to just...bend you over the operating table. The idea was completely out of it but you were making him feel this new sensation: it was thrilling and completely new. New and shiny. Stephen stalked towards you in slow steps and he reached his hand and out and pulled on your ponytail. He was pleased with the small gasp you let out.
‘’I like this. You should wear it up more often.’’ He mumbled thickly, eyes heavy and half lidded as he stared down at you.
‘’Mmm...I don't know... you seem awfully inattentive, Doctor.’’ You hummed as Stephen was drawing closer to you, lulling your head back slightly and crooning in warm pleasure. You were clearly amused.
‘’Baby, I'm very detail oriented. Don't question my awareness.’’ Stephen scolded at you and if you were being honest, it aroused the everloving God out of you. In this context, you'd allow yourself a brief moment of liberty to succumb to his...charms.
The way he called you baby made you feel wobbly. Baby. Mmm...hearing him say that to you made you bite your lip in anticipation. This cruel frustration was certainly making you feel flustered and he was pleased to see such a scene. He was so happy. So damn happy he got you in such a state. Him? Making you blush? You? Of all people?
‘’Awareness my ass.’’ You chuckled as you peered up at him flirtatiously, a cute little smile playing at your lips too. Oh, so you can be fun. Stephen just scoffed at your determinted nature. ‘’But for the sake of pettiness and my spiral into insanity, if you are so aware...tell me what makes you aware of me?’’ You couldn't help but provoke him further, allowing yourself the selfishness of prying into his head to see how he actually views you. If he actually wanted you like that.
‘’Eyes.’’ Stephen mumbled under his breath, pupils darting elsewhere as if he didn't want you to actually hear the words that came out of his mouth but you were attentive, you obviously did. For fucks sake, he's deciding to get shy now? That's new.
‘’Eyes? That's rich considering you undress me with yours.’’ You challenged him.
‘’As always, you see right through me.’’ Stephen didn't say it in a way that was sarcastic or certain, it was strange...like him. He latched onto your waist, large hand pinching you while the other was still yanking on your ponytail. Your gasp was palpable, your breath warm.
What made you even more excited was that someone could walk in on you at any moment. It was so naughty.
‘’You're detrimental Stephen.’’ You said with lust in your eyes and Stephen didn't really take the time to listen to your words when his mouth was already plastered against yours.
Mhmm... his lips were nice but you knew he was dangerous, he had such a special ability to make every single woman weak in the knees but you were more durable than he initially thought. Stephen was incredibly eager, lips tasting at yours like he was starved of a proper meal, well, he had been eyeing you like you were a full course meal all day- it was only fitting. This whole ordeal was entirely unprofessional but you weren't in your right mind to care about it, Stephen Strange was right here, kissing you, feeling you through your scrubs; it was making you impatient, the air was getting hotter, your clothes suddenly felt too tight.
Stephen on the other hand was troubled by the way he was already so drawn to you. Normally it would be the woman that initiated these things with him but he was bending the norm, he was chasing after you. He was the chaser now and you were obviously pleased with yourself. He thought you tasted lavish and plentiful, he was swimming in you. Stephen's patience was wearing thin, it was a change of pace considering how careful and concise he was with his work, his sex life was more demanding. His mouth still fastened to yours, he walked you over to the operating table; you couldn't even catch your breath before he swivelled you around and bent you over, kicking your legs apart with his feet.
‘’You're flushed.’’ Stephen lowered his lips down to your ear, smirking at your little gasps of surprise in the process. ‘’That's how I know when you want to fuck. Note taken.’’ He threaded gis fingers through your ponytail and tugged the hairtie out of it, letting your hall fall down your back and shoulders.
‘’How do I know when you want to? When you randomly decide to bend me over on the operating table?’’ You asked him with a heavy voice, tilting your head to the side to peer up at him.
‘’No. When you're in the room. That's all it takes.’’ Stephen grunted. Your heart dipped at the statement, a strange feeling blooming inside of your lower stomach with his dirty words. You were wild about him, back arching already- he hadn't even taken your clothes off yet. Feeling pathetic didn't even seem worth it anymore, not when Stephen Strange was illiciting so many new reactions out of you; it was so different, he was making you feel things you couldn't even get out yourself.
For fucks sake, was he made out of magic or something? It felt like he was. There was something so inherently wrong with you, wrong with you both- this shouldn't be happening! You were colleagues! And you hated how much of an asshole he could be. But he was a severely attractive asshole. The type of man that truly understands how the mind works, how the body works. That doctorate really was coming in handy now.
Stephen's beautiful mind was already coming up with filthy ways to make you feel so good- he was excited and so damn aroused. Dear God, was this what it felt like to be sixteen again? He was acting like he's never seen a naked woman let alone actually fuck one before. Stephen pulled your pants down and you had no objections, in fact, you were itching to get it off.
‘’Don't forget that I respect the hell out of you.’’ He said as he ripped your underwear off, the elastic burning the underside of the thighs from the friction.
‘’Why do you say that?’’ You asked all breathy and sensual. Wondering what he actually meant.
‘’Because I'm about to fuck you full of disrespect.’’ Stephen's voice was heavy and husky. It was a promise and a threat all in one. what really tilted vou was when he pinned your arms behind your back tightly, the other hand flying to tug and pull at your loose hair.
You were about to melt into a puddle of goo, your knees buckled and stephen felt incredibly proud of himself. You had the ability to make him feel ten feet tall and completely elated. Your pussy was clenching around nothing and all you could do was whine at him to do something, satiate your grovelling need that required far too much attention.
‘’You want that?’’ Stephen asked, hoping you agree and confirmed what he already knew.
You peered up at him again. ‘’Go find someone else to boss around-‘’
Stephen scoffed at you, internally knowing you absolutely fucking love it when he did tell you what to do. You made it obvious, you flushed everytime you were near him- he couldn't help but let it stroke his ego. He wondered what you looked like stroking his cock. Although the idea seems far too appealing to be real, he simply couldn't tolerate your behaviour. By disrespect he didn't mean talk back at him.
You froze, heartbeats slowing like they'd been dropped in molasses. Stephen held you by your hair and pulled you up to his torso, like it was a leash. Your breath stopped when his front pressed against your back, he felt so warm, so fucking good. You could have groaned if you had the air to do so. With a slight tug, your head tilted to the side and his lips brushed the hollow behind your ear.
‘’I respect you but you're appalling me when all I want is to fuck...this.’’ Stephen grumbled as he spanked your bare behind. You squirmed against him relentlessly, mouth already foaming as he gripped your chin.
‘’Respect my wishes and fuck me disrespectfully.’’ You moaned at him, begging for something, anything- it was deplorable and you were sure you wouldn't be able to live it down.
Stephen didn't respond he just slammed you back down on the operating table. Your lips part in shock at his possessiveness, your body tensing and the anticipation growing immensely. Already spending too much time in your head, you were tethered back to reality by another spank on your ass- it'll turn into a burning shade of red soon.
Stephen was happy in the state that he got you, he was clearly pleased to see you considering how hard he was; he tugged his cock out of it's confines, it was growing painful leaving you like this with every second that passed.
You gasped as he slid into you so easily and Stephen thought he was bathing in the heavens. that voice was angelic, your moans a perfect instrumental. All he knew is that you set him ablaze as you stretched to accomodate his frighteningly thick size. The flames of hate and passion burned in equal measure, fusing and merging into one heady concotion. Your plea for more was silent, your back arching as his grip on your wrists growing tighter than ever.
‘’S-Someone could c-come in!’’ You struggled as he started rutting into you, the realisation that you were fucking your colleague finally dawning on you.
‘’Does that make your pussy wet?’’ He chuckled at you breathlessly. ‘’I bet it does, doesn't it?’’
The dickhead was laughing down at you. You shaked your head, attempting to deny the truth and in turn denying how much you wanted him. His head was cast in doubt at you
‘’The fear of people realising you're such a slut for me. That you're weak for me. Being caught with me balls deep inside you...it makes you want to cum, doesn't it?’’ He fucked you in hard quick strokes, taking complete control over you. Your breath sharpens and your moans heightens as you draw closer and closer to your inevitable end. He swatted your ass again and you felt your insides drop.
‘’Is this your version of playful banter, Doctor?’’ You tried your hand at flirting but Stephen was dead serious. He wasn't in the mood for your glute jokes.
‘’Answer my question and I'll answer yours.’’ Stephen plunged into you, deeper and deeper hitting that spot that made you see shattered starlight, reaching a peak you didn't even know you had in you.
You attempted to stammer out a response but your tongue turned numb and forgot how to function.
‘’Baby, don't be polite now.’’ He cooed at you like a stupid little schoolgirl.
‘’I-I...for fucks sake...Yes!’’ You huffed out, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you melt under him.
‘’My version of playful banter is watching you on all fours crawling to me. Seeing how beautiful you look begging on your knees for my cock.’’
You moaned at the sheer thought of it.
Stephen wasn't joking. He wasn't anywhere near it. He wanted to watch you naked, crawling to him, begging for his cock.
Hm….the idea was certainly appealling.
Stephen was spurred on by it all and fucked into you, heavier, crazier, it was simply scandalous. His dick slid in and out of you so easily, you were wetter than you had ever been before. Your stomach tightens with heat, your thighs growing slicker and slicker as he pulsated inside of you- Stephen swallowed at your incredible disposition, pulling on your hair harder and harder like it was his own personal dog leash. In this position you were willing to admit you were his bitch.
Stephen's eyes light up and his nostrils flare with every stroke. His cool demeanour slipping as he let loose groans he was bottling up, raw desire bled through the cracks. He had to make sure you came. You were tensing up. So damn close to the sharp precipice. Your orgasm slammed into you and fireworks errupted behind your eyes. Fuck. It felt too good to be real. All of this pent up tension drawn back through sex is definitely not under cliched- but you couldn't find yourself caring. Your cry alone made Stephen release thick ropes of his cum inside of you. He came so fucking hard he almost sank to the floor, and that never happened. Ever. Afterwards, the air was filled and with dense sex.
‘’H-How-Why..?’’You blinked when he pulled out of you. ‘’Wow.’’ You looked a little shellshocked, eyes widening with what had actually happened.
Stephen couldn't help but laugh as he pulled your pants up and straightened you back up. He felt bad for not taking the time to clean you up but he was wary of the time and the fact that someone actually could spot you both. You readjusted your stance in an effort to seem more confident but when you swivelled around to face him, all Stephen could see was your expression- completely taken aback.
‘’It's okay, you'll get used to it.’’ He smiled at you, his eyes gleaming as he went to wash his hands in the sink, doing the exact same thing he did before he fucked you into another dimension, completely unbothered. You tossed him a scowl.
‘’Used to it? You're expecting this to happen again?’’ You sounded way more surprised than Stephen had liked.
‘’Yes. Next time for hours in my bed...I mean...unless you want to be fucked over another piece of medical apparatus.’’ He turned his head to smirk at you.
‘’Mmm….I liked the operating table.’’
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strangehotch · 9 months
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Stephen: Pretend to be my wife just to mess with Wong
Y/N: But wh-
Stephen: Babe…I can’t wait to try that sushi place
Y/N confused: what sushi place i didn’t say we where goi-
Wong: Strange I know you guys aren’t married and aren’t dating and Y/N stop being oblivious about his feelings he likes you the same way you do
Y/N: Pffft i don’t know wha-
Stephen kisses y/n
Wong chuckles: kids
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imagines--galore · 11 months
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||Love, A Kind of Magic|| Part One
Summary: Who would've thought you'd meet your other half while on a mission to save the world from the ruler of the Dark Dimension. It certainly gets a little trickier when that someone is the niece of Dormammu. Not to mention a powerful sorceress in her own right. But Stephen Strange and Clea are willing to make it work. Somehow.
Pairing: Dr. Strange x Clea (Kind of OC)
Rating || Genres || Warnings: General. Romance. None, just some nightmares and a little kissing.
A/N: So I know we’ve been introduced to Clea at the end of MoM, but this is something I wrote AGES ago. Its sort of an OC take on Clea so I hope you guys enjoy it! And I’m taking fic requests now if anyone wants to send them in!
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"How many?"
Doctor Stephen Strange glanced up from where he had been reading yet another book. The woman stood there, arms folded, silvery white hair framing her soft features, cascading around her shoulders in natural waves. Her eyes were distant, he noticed, frowning slightly as he spoke.
"Sorry?"
A sigh left her lips, her arms dropped and one of her hands came up to push her hair back before she spoke again.
"How many times did you die?"
A flicker of confusion before realization dawned. He pursed his lips, shifting his attention back to the elegant Sanskrit in front of him.
"I do not wish to speak of this Clea." Was his only response, prompting the woman to emit another sigh. A step forward and she was kneeling beside him where he had been sitting in the armchair for the last half hour. One hand moved to rest atop his knee, the other to press a soft palm against his cheek, willing him to look at her. Which he avoided by keeping his gaze on the book. Though he wasn't really reading. Not anymore.
"No, but it is not good to keep it all inside either." Her voice was slightly pleading as her thumb gently stroked along his jaw, skin grazing against his facial hair every now and then. Her blue eyes, a trait so unlike her heritage, were full of trust and hope. And considering the dimension she hailed from, it was rather ironic.
Still despite his heart and thoughts feeling heavy in his chest, Stephen kept quiet. And it was after ten minutes that Clea finally relented. Sighing in slight disappointment, which had him wincing given how he hated to disappoint her, she rose. His gaze finally found hers as she smiled at him, hand still resting against his jaw.
A sad smile.
Not of pity. For she would never have pity on him no.
No, the smile was because he had come to rely on himself for so long that he found it hard to rely on others.
It had taken her months to gain his trust. And given her roots, Clea did not blame him. But saving his life twice, one of them being from the hands of her uncle did leave an impression on a man.
Still she wished he would trust her just a little more.
With a brief run of her fingers along the silver in his hair Clea left the room.
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Astral projection was a favorite past time. And given she was not human, it didn't have any lasting effect on her physical body. Clea wandered through the hallways of the Sanctum. Most nights she would venture out into the great New York City and simply explore. Often she would come back at dawn. But before returning to her body she would stand atop the roof of the Sanctum and watch the sunrise.
That particular night, something compelled her to return an hour after her venture began. And as her astral-self passed by Stephen's room while floating towards her own, she picked up a restlessness from within. Clea frowned and reaching out to brush the tips of her fingers against the wooden door.
And quickly drew it back with a gasp.
The aura within, obviously Stephen's, was restless and experiencing some form of turmoil. A turmoil that made him feel emotions that would break a normal being mentally.
A ghost of a whisper and she was back in her body with a sharp gasp. Scrambling from her bed, and donning a floor length robe, she made quick, yet haphazard work of tying it at the front before racing towards Stephen's room down the hall.
Throwing the door open she was greeted with a sight that had her eyes widening in horror.
Every object in the room was either trembling as if being shaken by an earthquake, or flying about as phantom hands played with them. Chairs, books, tables, ornaments. Thank goodness nothing too precious or delicate. At least not as far as she could see. Her hair whipped about her face as it caught the wind from the floating objects. But the one sight that caused yet another sharp cry to emit from her lips was the sight of Stephen.
His hands glowed with strands of his magic, fingers trembling as he tried to form some sort of spell. He was still fast asleep. He was muttering incoherent words, she could see his lips moving.
Dodging the objects as best as she could, Clea made her way to his bedside on deft feet.
"Stephen!" She called out the second she reached his side. His brow was furrowed, face etched with fear. "Stephen!" Her plea echoed once more her hands reaching out to still his as she brought them up in front of her to try and calm him down.
"Wake up!" A command, and a spell as she projected her more wakeful thoughts to him.
With a gasp his blue eyes shot open. Clea was taken aback by the fear and horror she saw within. As well as the tears. Behind her she heard the objects clatter to the ground. Felt his magic dissipate from his scarred hands. For the next few minutes she just sat there beside him, holding his hands as he tried to calm his breath. And collect his thoughts. Throughout Clea stayed silent, allowing him as much time as he needed to recover. Her thumb would stroke across one of the scars on the back of his hand every now and then. But other then that she made no movement.
Finally, Stephen bowed his head atop their joined hands, resting his forehead against the soft skin of her hands.
"I lost count." The word was spoke so softly she could barely make out what he said. Leaning down she placed her forehead against the back of his head, inhaling the scent of his hair as she squeezed his hand, a silent indication for him to continue.
"I lost count. And I almost gave in. I almost gave in to Dorumammu." A trembling sigh, which broke her heart to hear.
But he continued. "But then I heard this voice. A voice that called out to me to stay strong. To not give in. It was barely there the first few times, and I thought it was my imagination." She felt him push against her forehead and pulled back, just as he did as well. The fear was gone from his eyes. As were the tears. He simply looked at her with a strength that made her admire him, and another emotion which made her half dark heart beat violently in her chest.
"It was you. You helped me that day." His admittance that he knew it had been her lending him strength made the half-faltine sigh and give a small shrug.
"Well I have issues with my uncle and had a desire to see him bested." His deep chuckle followed her words, and she found herself smiling as well. Grasping her hands in return he slowly brought them up to press his lips against the knuckles of her right hand.
"And you helped me today." A blush stole across her cheeks and she bit her lower lip, blue eyes gazing at anything but him.
"I just woke you up. Many people would not be so happy about being woken up." Stephen smirked that knowing smirk of his that had her debating one whether she should slap him or kiss him.
She settled for neither.
He knew exactly what kind of effect he had on her. And if he was going to be smug about it, well two could play at that game. Besides, maybe it would distract him from whatever night terror he had just experienced.
Drawing herself up, her lips pulling into just as smug of a smirk as his, Clea spoke. "Then again, I may have had other things in mind." Here she leaned forward slightly, as if sharing a secret, as she whispered.
"After all, most nightly activities are only enjoyable when two are involved." She purred, eyes alight with mischief and playfulness. Her sudden shift in demeanor had Stephen blinking in surprise at her for a brief second.
Before he burst out laughing.
Clea, for her part, huffed in annoyance. "Or perhaps I came to the wrong person." She said, moving to slip her fingers out from between his as she moved to get up. But was pulled back with a yank that had her loosing her balance and falling against Stephen, her face inches from his chest. Her hands pressed against it to keep herself from falling into him completely. She tilted her head up to look at him, and reward him with a sarcastic quip.
But the second their eyes met, the words were forever lost in the ever changing landscape that was her memory.
Neither remembered who moved first. But their lips were touching. Eyes sliding close. Bodies moving much closer then they had been before.
The first few kisses were soft and slow, tentative at best, testing the waters. He cupped her face, while she smiled against his lips, feeling him smile in return. But as their bodies shifted, to Clea lying on top of Stephen, hands resting on his chest, while his played with her hair, the kisses turned heated. His teeth bit down on her lower lip, making her gasp, allowing him the chance to make the kiss deeper, prompting a deep moan from the woman as she lost herself to the sensation of his mouth and his hands.
"You do remember you have to meet with the Avengers tomorrow." Clea finally spoke, her mind in a complete jumble as his mouth moved from her lips to her face. His goatee left a rough sensation that she found she liked as she smiled softly under his ministrations.
"We need to work on your timing and bedroom talk." The man mumbled against her cheek, laying a final kiss against her soft skin before pulling back. Slowly he turned to his side, allowing her to drop down on her side as well. They lay there, breathing softly, cheeks flushed and eyes saying the same thing.
More.
But not tonight. They both knew that. They would not take a step further. Complicating their relationship. A kiss was simple. Easily swept under the rug.
Though they both had a feeling not with the way the kiss felt.
"What're you up to tomorrow?" Stephen spoke after a minute or so, moving his arm to wind around the side of her waist. Clea, for her part, lifted her hand to start running her fingers gently through his hair at the side of his head.
"Teaching a few classes at the Kamar-Taj." She responded. "Wong finally allowed me to take on one of the advanced classes."
He hummed in response, already drifting off. And once his breathing evened out and she could feel his body relax into the bed, Clea allowed herself a soft kiss to his forehead and lips.
"Sleep well Stephen." She whispered the words filled with utter adoration, trust and love. His handsome face was the last vision she saw before she drifted off as well.
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annesthaeticc · 2 years
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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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I Can’t Lose You
Summary: Stephen and Y/n have never really seen eye to eye, but after Y/n attempts to risk her life during a mission Stephen realizes he could never live without her. Knowing Stephen, he'll manage to say everything but that to her until he finally has no choice but to spill his guts.
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: Mentions death, reader has bad habits, smoking, drinking, lots of swearing and bickering.
Rating: Pg-13
-Stephen Strange x reader -Fem pronouns -Fluff -Enemies to lovers? -Possible part 2?? -Possible eventual smut -Slow burn
AN: This is kinda my first fic that I’ve ever posted so pls be nice!! Don’t be shy to leave a little constructive criticism though.<3
"Y/N NO, YOU CAN'T DO THIS. IT'LL KILL YOU!" Stephen shouted at her as she began to ascend until she was eye to eye with the mystical creature.
Stephen was panicking as his mind ran 100,000 miles per hour. He had to figure this out before Y/n did it for him. This wasn't how this mission was supposed to go. It was supposed to go Stephens way, per usual.
You looked over your shoulder at Stephen and Wong (mostly Wong, you didn't really get along with Stephen all that well) and gave them a half smile, as you knew how this would end if you killed this creature all on your own.
As you were just about to fly forward and pursue your attack, the creature had fallen through a portal Stephen had mustered up the strength to conjure.
While you descended back to the ground all you could do was frown in annoyance. Why does Stephen have to make every single call? He isn't even Sorcerer Supreme, You thought.
While walking over to Wong and Stephen, you were waiting for the snarky comment to come out of Stephen's mouth so you could absolutely tear into him. It may be petty, but arguing with Stephen was always so fun for you.
"You're welcome," Stephen snaps sarcastically.
There it is.
"I didn't ask you for your help Stephen, but of course, like in any other situation you had to be the one in control. G, I wonder why you've never been in a successful relationship," You quipped back bitter and sarcastic.
"Oh I'm sorry for saving your life. You could have died, you know that! If I hadn't taken control-"
"Alright that's enough, I don't need to hear this. Sort it out in the bedroom," Wong interrupted slightly raising his voice for the first few words. He couldn't stand your childish bickering and he also couldn't stand watching Stephen ignore his feelings for Y/n, vice versa. He knew they'd be happy together if one of them just opened up.
"LOL, actually laughing out loud, rolling on the floor, with tears in my eyes. Wong you should look into stand up comedy," Y/n snapped with the most stoic expression she could possibly wear while following the two men through a portal to The Sanctum.
"Really Wong, how could you assume my standards would ever be so low," Stephen said while staring daggers into Y/n with a shit eating grin on his face.
"Yeah ok Strange you're literally bitchless. You get zero play. I didn't even think you had standards," Y/n replied smiling at her comeback.
"And do you have a boyfriend? No, quite hypocritical of you actually," Stephen exclaimed rolling his eyes.
"Yeah alright, piss off Stephen. Go take a shower you leaky bag of shit," You said while stocking off to your bedroom.
"Don't talk shit if you can't take it back," He mumbled as he walked away almost disappointed in himself. He fell for Y/n long ago, yet she was always so cruel to him. He knew it wasn't just her though, he had said some harsh things now, and in the past.
For some reason you felt hurt, you wanted to cry, you wanted to feel sorry for yourself, but you wouldn't. You were overwhelmed with too many emotions. So, you thought about an old remedy that'll give you a good time and relax you all at once.
You changed into some casual clothes and conjured yourself a rolling tray. The anticipation was killing you as you rolled your joint. It's been a little while, you try to stick to smoking every now and then rather than every night, like your past self.
Wong was back at Kamar-Taj and Stephen was either buried in a book in the library or asleep, so you figured sparking it in your room wouldn't be much of a big deal.
You grabbed a lighter and started your session. It didn't last very long, you killed it in like 10 hits. You put everything away and sat on your floor against the wall, allowing your head to fall back and rest against it as well.
Although this remedy has never failed you, It's not doing a great job right now. You continued to replay past arguments between you and Stephen (and the most recent one) in your head, the words almost echoing.
Once you noticed the tears beginning to well up in your eyes you fell apart. It was all too much. Even though you 'hated' Stephen, you knew that wasn't the truth. You've used your words as a defense mechanism, too afraid to be vulnerable and open around such a powerful man. Not to mention, he obviously wants nothing to do with me, AND probably thinks im ugly considering i'm too 'low' for his standards.
Whatever, It's too late now to feel sorry about it. Impulsively, you grabbed your juul and your secretly-stashed bottle of titos. Surely, this'll help.. right?
As you took your third swig from the bottle the tears just kept falling. You were too emotional to be impaired right now, but you didn't really care. The alcohol hasn't hit you yet but you've definitely got a high going. Hurtful words Stephen has said to you, still ringing through your head.
Stephen had taken his shower and hadn't stopped thinking about you since your petty argument. He was finally going to man up and say something to you, tell you how he truly felt. He couldn’t keep pushing his feelings aside. Truly, he was mortified, absolutely terrified, of rejection or any awkward situation where you didn't reciprocate feelings. Luckily, Wong has been egging him on for a few months now giving him the confidence he needed.
As he finished rehearsing what he was going to say to you for the 10th time, he got up and began to make his way to you. Before he even closed his bedroom door he recognized the unfamiliar scent lingering through The Sanctum. Although he was originally going to your room to resolve things.. now he was just pissed off again.
Once Stephen made his way down the hall to your room he noticed your door was cracked open. Before knocking he looked through the crack and the sight he saw shattered his heart. All the anger leaving his body as he watched you fall apart on your bedroom floor.
Immediately he pushed the door open and startled you. Your eyes met and his heart broke even more as soon as he saw your puffy, red eyes up close. He wore a soft expression on his face, seeing you like this was really hurting him.
"What are you doing here Stephen? Gonna yell at me for trying to find some peace in my own head or are you gonna doctor me and insult me for my bad habits? Cause if that's what you're here for, get the fuck out or i'm leaving." You rasped while trying to wipe away the tears that kept rolling down your cheeks.
"Y/n, I'm sorry," Was all Stephen could say.
"What.." Your brows furrowed.
"I'm sorry for being so mean to you. I never meant anything I've said to you and I really do regret it all after seeing you here like this right now," Stephen said, still standing at your door while staring down at his hands.
You went silent for a moment, the whole world felt like it had froze. Did Stephen just APOLOGIZE to ME??? As you let his words sink in the tears came back and you covered your face with your hands.
"Please forgive me Y/n, I took control during that fight because I can't lose you. I care about you so much Y/n, I just never knew how to tell you. It was always easier to just walk around and pretend I didn't care," Stephen was losing hope as you began crying harder.
"I understand If you don't feel the same way, I just, I don't know, I can't hold it in any-"
"Shut up Stephen. Just stop talking for a minute," You interrupted him. "You.. have feelings, for me?" You needed to reassure yourself that this was actually real.
"Yes, Y/n I have for a long time," Stephen answered with a shy smile.
"This is a joke," You responded. Not willing to believe his words.
"What?"
"Funny fucking prank Stephen now if you're done getting my hopes up, you can leave," You snapped, curling yourself back up into a ball. The liquid courage was finally hitting you slightly. Now, all you needed was for Stephen to leave you so you could wallow in self pity alone.
Stephen furrowed his brows in confusion and walked toward you. Given that fact that you told him he was "getting your hopes up," he was quite confident in himself. He crouched down and tilted your chin up with his pointer finger and his thumb.
"What are you-"
"It's your turn to be quite Y/n, I want to help you understand what I’m saying," Stephen smirked as he looked down at your lips and back into your eyes as if he was asking you for permission.
Immediately you looked down at his and back into his eyes before he began to lean in and captured your lips in a soft but intimate kiss. As if you were both trying to tell eachother how you felt in one action.
Stephen pulled away and smiled when you tried to go in for another. "You can't smoke in here though, if Wong was home he would've lost his shit," Stephen said. "Don't worry though, I can fix this.. But this is the only exception," He tried to give you a stern look but you just giggled at him causing him to break his serious facade.
Stephen stood up and picked you up bridal style.
"Okay, now can I ask what you're doing?" You wore a smile on your face now.
"Going to bed," Stephen said before kissing your temple. "You need to rest, Doctors orders."
"Oh don't think just because this is happening that I'm gonna listen to you any more than I do now... But I guess a little sleep sounds nice at the moment," You exclaimed as you reach two arms around his neck and rested your head against his chest.
Stephen chuckled and started his way to your now, shared bedroom. He gently lied you on his bed and got in next to you immediately wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against his body.
"Thank you," You whispered.
"For what?" Stephen asked.
"This," You answered back sleepily.
Stephen smiled, "This is only the beginning my love, sleep well."
And with that he gave you one of many goodnight kisses to come.
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Can I have Doctor Strange fluff one shot with Prompt #10?
Please and thank you 💞
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Stephen’s head pounded with an unforgiving headache, and his muscles felt wrung out like a used up rag. Messing with time was a tiring task, and he’d had just about enough of it for the day.
The streets of New York were unnaturally quiet for the city that never slept. It was a bit after 1 in the morning on a bitingly cold December night, and a gentle snowfall had started. All Stephen could hear was the snow crunching underfoot and the occasional distant whoosh of a taxi scurrying home for the night through the streets.
He saw your apartment window from a good two blocks away. You’d framed your windows overlooking the avenue in blinking white lights and hung large, light up red and green baubles from the wrought iron balcony railing. You adored Christmastime, not because you were religious, but because it was a time of warmth, festivity, and family. Your family were all long passed or estranged from you, but somehow you managed to love the season even more. Stephen loved that about you. He’d seen plenty of sadness and heartache in his days as a doctor and now as the Sorcerer Supreme. Sadness echoed through time and space in a chord that everyone understood. He knew it took a special person to smile through the music of loss, but you were that type of person.
You’d reminded him to do the same when he’d been in the car accident that changed his life almost six years ago. A faint smile danced across his lips as he remembered how gently you’d attended to him, and how graciously you’d let him go when he’d left in a frenzy to seek out answers at Kamar-Taj. And when he’d come back to you, years later and an entirely changed person, you hadn’t pressed for answers or apologies. You’d asked him one question, and one only: are you staying? He hadn’t known the answer until you’d asked, but he knew once the words had crossed your lips that the answer was, undoubtedly and unquestionably, yes. He’d stay forever, and then some.
As he continued through the snow-blanketed street, his eyes trained on your windows, he could see a faint glow from your bedside lamp through the gauzy material of your curtains. You were waiting up for him.
He smiled, feeling his shoulders relax slightly. Even the Sorcerer Supreme liked to know that someone, somewhere in the vast expanse of the multiverse, was waiting up for him to come home.
When he opened the door to your apartment, his nostrils pricked at the smell of peppermint. You appeared in the hazy light of your bedroom doorway, a steaming mug of tea in your hand. Peppermint tea with ginger and honey: just the way he liked it. He shrugged off his maroon cloak, and wrapped his cold hands around the mug. You leaned up, planting a tender kiss on his lips. He breathed out a sigh of relief, the knot in his shoulders releasing entirely as he soaked in your scent and warmth.
“Hello, Stephen,” you murmured happily, gently pulling him into the bedroom and motioning him to sit on the edge of your bed. The light in the room was soft, and the blinking whites of the holiday lights in the windows sent shadows dancing on the walls.
Stephen sat on the edge of the mattress, taking a long sip of tea as you stripped off his snow crusted boots. The tea worked wonders on his headache, and he could feel it lulling him towards sleep.
“Long day saving the world?” you asked playfully, taking a seat behind him and beginning to work on his sore shoulders and neck. He groaned appreciatively as you began kneading a knot on his right shoulder blade.
“You could say that,” he replied, his eyes closing. He felt himself continue to sink into relaxation, as if he were coming home for the first time in a hundred years. He couldn’t see the worried knit in your brows behind him as you heard the edge of exhaustion in his voice. As handsome as he was, he was sporting dark circles under his eyes and his muscles were as tight as rocks.
“You’re working too hard, Stephen,” you chastised him after a few moments of quiet. He chuckled as your hands moved on to his mid-back.
“Don’t worry love, I’ve got the time,” he quipped back, tapping on the pendant that hung around his neck. Now it was your turn to chuckle, shaking your head in mock frustration as your hands continued to work out the kinks of his sore muscles. You could see his eyes flutter shut as he took another swallow of tea, the cup almost empty. You knew he was hurtling towards sleep, and you wanted to make sure he had a dreamless, uninterrupted night. Gently, you took off his pendant, laying it gently inside an open drawer on the bedside table next to his pillow.
The stone on the pendant glowed a faint, emerald green as you shut the drawer. The Eye of Agimoto, the Time Stone, whatever it was: you didn’t like it. It was a burden to Stephen, and anything that caused him heartache was no good in your eyes, even if it did grant him the ability to plunge his hands into the sands of time. You insisted that he not wear it when he slept. He had put up a fight at first, but eventually acquiesced. There was a small part of him that liked taking it off, you knew. It wasn’t a good luck for the Sorcerer Supreme to admit to such a thing, so you never asked him to say it aloud, but you knew there was a certain relief that came with taking off that burden, even if only for a few hours.
After tucking the pendant away and out of sight, you coaxed him to lay down, sweeping the comforter up over his legs once he was resting comfortably. He held out his arm to you, beckoning you to join him, and you nestled down appreciatively against his side, head on his chest. His heartbeat was strong and slowed, and his chest rose and fell like a calm tide.
“What secrets did Time share with you today, Dr. Strange?” Your voice was lighthearted and teasing, although you did harbor a genuine curiosity about what exactly being Sorcerer Supreme meant on a daily basis.
“Actually, you’d never believe you if I told you…” he murmured. There was a hint of something in his voice that made you sit up and fix him with a penetrating gaze.
“What does that mean, pray tell?” you pressed, tracing the lines of his forehead with your fingertips. His hand wrapped around you from the back, rolling you half onto his side.
“I actually met another me, out there. In the multi-verse.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to determine if he was being serious or not.
“Nonsense,” you retorted after considering his statement. “There’s only one of you. I’d know, he’s mine.” Stephen smiled at your tender sentiment and kissed you softly, humming against your lips.
“I don’t disagree, mon chéri,” he replied. “But, believe it or not, we do exist.”
“Does that mean I can trade you in for a newer model?” you asked wryly, raising a conspiratorial eyebrow at him. This time, Stephen laughed aloud, his velvety baritone smooth like honey. You smiled, happy to see him relaxed.
His laughter subsided as you continued to trace your fingers along his hairline, his jawline, his throat. Anywhere you could touch, you let your fingers graze the skin. You remembered your mother doing that to help you sleep when you were young, and you found that most nights, even if he was bone-deep tired, Stephen’s mind had trouble shutting off.
After a few minutes of quiet, a worrisome thought flashed across your mind.
“Does that mean there are other me’s out there, too?” you whispered. The thought unsettled you. If there were other you’s, what would happen if your Stephen met another Stephen’s you? Were the other you’s similar? Did they have the same anxieties as you? Did they make peppermint tea for their Stephens at nighttime also? Were they better at being you than you were? Would they make your Stephen happier?
Stephen opened his eyes, the blues of his irises a muted gray in the dim light. You could see the reflection of your blinking Christmas lights in his gaze. He could hear the anxious edge in your question and see the disarray of tangential thoughts dancing in your head.
“Just as you said, love, there are no other you’s out there. Not to me,” he replied, his embrace tightening around you reassuringly. Something about his warmth, the beat of his heart, the sight of him relaxed and content in your bed, soothed your worries and quieted the thoughts. You sighed, nestling back onto his chest, wrapping your arm around his ribs.
“Even if I had a thousand lives to pick from, I’d pick this one with you,” he murmured quietly as he drifted off to sleep.
You smiled to yourself. That wasn’t such a bad way to end your day after all…
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