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ultralightpoe · 6 months

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Haunted House - Stephen Strange

Authors Note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Word Count: 1,286

Warnings: illusions to smut

Description: Small halloween blurb.

This is apart of my Halloween event, stay tuned for a new story every hour!

Happy Halloween!

It starts as a small whisper from a mother to her neighbor. “Did you hear about the witch and warlock?” The neighbor talked to her sister, this time whispering “The witches are running a haunted house.” Her sister tells her coworker about it, and on and on and on.

Within days the news of ‘The Haunted House’ travels and everyone is preparing for it. Making plans to stop by on Halloween because who in their right mind would miss this?

But no one, NO ONE, was as excited as Stephen Strange.

The sanctum was normally to remain hidden unless the person called to it, but on Halloween (and with proper protection spells of all the artifacts) he began a tradition of opening the sanctum to the world and unleashed his powers upon them…… but that wasn’t his favorite part of it all.

No.

His favorite part was you, his wife, and your natural power.

You came from a coven when he met you, cocky and beautiful, everything about you powerful and smooth. You ended up saving him from a demon, showing him up in all but two moves before you vanished.

It took months of this, you popping up and saving him, before he finally got your name. Wong had warned him about you, warned him about your coven as well.

“They are purists, the witches are not to interact with warlocks or humans. If they find that she does, she could be stranded or worse killed.”

But Stephen couldn’t stay away, he was drawn to you.

Months and months, seeing you became a natural thing and soon enough he was completely in love. Your coven expelled you, and though you had been upset about losing your mother and sisters you had agreed to marry him and you had formed a happy family with him.

And there was one night a year that you allowed yourself to actually unleash the depth of your power.

“America!” You call up the stairs, fixing your cliche witch hat once more before moving to fuss over the streamers on the railing. “Baby wizard come on, it’s nearly time!”

“Coming!” She calls, and Stephen comes around the corner, leaning on the wall as he watches you fuss over the decorations before your adopted daughter rushes down the steps in her own wizard costume.

“YOU LOOK GREAT!” You squeal, pulling her in and fixing the shoulders.

“You’re not mad I chose wizard over witch?” America asks, allowing you to fuss over her.

“Absolutely not, I think you look great. Now where is-”

“Right here.” Stepen smiles before you even have to finish asking, turning slowly to show you his outfit.

“Those are your normal robes, Strange. This is supposed to be-” He smiles and holds out his hand, allowing a fully decorated cloak to fly to him. Cobwebs and black paint over him, and the second he latches on the outfit Stephen had been wearing transforms into the sinister version of it.

“Better? Mrs. Strange?”

“Perfect.” You smile, stepping closer to kiss him deeply before pulling back and clapping your hands.

Stephen takes a moment to admire you, trying not to grow a hard on at your costume before you are finally ready to begin.

“Alright, when the clock strikes 6 we will begin. A new round every hour. Understood?”

“Ready.” America smiles.

“I guess.” Wong sighs from his spot by the door, pretending not to be excited even though he was.

“Extremely ready!” Peter calls, swinging from the ceiling and landing next to America. Another one you had managed to adopt, you had ripped the memory curse and managed to allow everyone in the sanctum to remember him. “Remind me of my role one more time.”

“You’re the dead man hanging, darling.”

“Right. Got it.”

“Let’s begin then.” It takes everything in Stephen not to kiss you when you smile, your eyes shining that magnificent purple. He loved this holiday.

-

The clock chimes 6 times, echoing out to the first crowd that had formed outside, bouncing on their feet excitedly as they wait for the Sanctum to appear, and once the 6th chime hits a heavy cloud of purple smoke appears and then the building is revealed. Gasps travel through the crowd as everyone pushes forward, stepping up the concrete steps happily.

The doors open slowly, the purple smoke working as a fog as a serene voice rings out to the crowd, lulling them all in. “Come little children, I’ll take thee away-”

Janey, who had just turned 17 three days ago, takes a couple steps in and once 30 people had made it in the doors slam shut and the lighting goes down easily, everyone nearly surrounded in darkness as a purple cloud forms above them. “Follow me, if you dare….”

And there you were, Janey could do nothing but blink up at you as you emerged from the cloud, floating. You were everything.

“It’s the witch of the sanctum!” Someone yells, pointing as if you weren’t the easiest thing to see in the room. You smile, a cheshire cat smile as you gesture for everyone to follow, leading them into your house of horrors.

-

The last batch of people come in at 4 am, most of them college students not ready to end the night. You had to pull back the scares a bit so there were no incidents. But by the end of the night you are left on the stairs, laying down with a small smile as Stephen comes to find you.

His touches are gentle as he lifts your head to sit on the stairs with you, laying your head on his lap and brushing your hair.

“Have a fun night?”

“The best night ever.” You yawn. “Reminds me of my old home. Especially when the hellhound ended up chasing after that biker guy. If only he knew she was just a puppy who smelled bacon.”

“Why would he have a burger in his pocket, I still don’t understand that.” Stephen jokes, trying to ease the tension in his chest as he gazes at you. He knew you missed it, your family. “I’m sorry baby.”

“Don’t be sorry, Warlock.” You whisper, sitting up and pulling him in for a soft kiss. “Thank you for letting me have fun tonight.”

“I enjoy it, you are msot gorgeous when you’re not taming your powers….. But the medusa trick was a bit much this year.”

“I TURNED HIM BACK.” You defend, smiling from ear to ear. “But we might have to tone down a bit next year.”

“We?” He laughs and you shrug. “Fine. I might have to tone it down next year.”

He grabs your chin softly, pulling you close until his lips are grazing your own. “Don’t ever tone it down, Witch.”

“No problem, Warlock.” He lets himself kiss you then, opening a portal to your room and allowing himself to destroy you.

-

Janey goes to school, whispering about the house. She tells her friends of the smoke and how the witch had turned a man into solid stone and the hellhound. She tells them about the epic maze of blue star shaped portals that lead them from room to room, each one containing another world.

The news travels about the hellhounds and the flying demons. The skeletons that walked amok and the young man that hung himself in the foyer at the end. (They didn’t know that Peter was using his webs as a harness and the spell you put on him made him unrecognizable)

By the time the police went to the address they found nothing but an empty warehouse, Stephens protection spells back in place keeping his witch and his family safely tucked inside.

{Would love to write more about reader witchling and warlock Stephen}

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v3nusxsky · 11 months

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Hi i’d like to request maybe a Natasha. So Natasha ‘hates reader’ but then there the only ones available for a mission, then the 1 bed trope w hopefully smut? X

Bed situation

*Authors note~ my first Natasha fic I'm so excited and my first one bed trope I'm gonna leave the smut as implied but I hope that's okay so there’s always room for a part two *

Trigger warnings~ flufff

Prompt~see ask^^^^^

Being on a mission with the black widow was certainly something else. The mission was a simple one, disarming the guards and retrieving some data being kept. An overnight stay was required due to the time you needed to complete your mission, so when you landed it wasn't unexpected you'd both head to the hotel to drop your clothes off and remain hidden. What you thought was going to be a room with two beds was a room with one. Great. You had to share a room with the one agent who hated your guts. It wasn't a secret that Natasha would remove herself from any situation that meant being alone with you.

"Um do you want the bed? I'll take the floor" you mumbled avoiding eye contact. "Oh no, I can't have the starks brand new pride and joy. I'll have the floor you have the bed princess" she deadpanned before moving to create a make shift bed on the other side of the room. Yep, this was going to be awkward experience for you both. You somehow managed to grab some sleep, Natasha was up and ready before you were, completing your mission was simple enough and you ended back up in the hotel room two hours after completing it. Both of you had managed to escape rather intact, minus Natasha having bruised ribs from protecting you. Settling into your retrospective places you couldn't seem to let sleep take you, knowing the redhead was hurt and you blamed yourself, it didn't help with her slight groans and shuffling indicate she wasn't able to get comfortable either.

"Nat? Get up here" you mumbled turning to face her. "What? No I'm fine go to sleep" was all you got in a reply. But your stubborn nature didn't take that lying down. "For gods sake Natasha get up in this bed or so help me I'll be worse than anyone you can imagine" you practically growled. Unsure if it was the pain or sheer tiredness but you were pleasantly surprised to see her coming to lay next to you. "If you hog the blankets, I'll tell everyone you snore" she threatened causing you to giggle at her, "sure sure Natty." A comfortable silence settled over you both only disturbed by the sounds of little breaths. "Nat?" You whispered hoping she was asleep. "Mhm?"

"Why do you hate me so much?" You were cursing your voice for exposing how vulnerable you were by asking that question. "I don't hate you" she relied back without even missing a beat. "I can't be around you, I don't trust myself to not show weakness with you. You make me feel out of control" she whispered back so quietly you almost missed it. "It's not weak Natty" you murmured holding her gaze, "you make me feel out of control too, but there's no one else I'd rather be out of control with."

"Kiss me" she murmured causing you to pause, "what?" "Kiss me" she repeated but a bit firmer now. Before slamming her lips to yours in a passionate kiss, one that you'd been waiting for. Hands came to the others hair as you pulled one another closer. The black widow slipped her toned thigh between your legs causing you to gasp onto her lips. "Tasha" you sighed happily causing her mouth to move to your neck. It wasn't long before she began to suck on your pulse point and encouraged your hips to rut against her thigh. "Nat" you panted "we can we you're hurt." Your brain short circuiting now. "Dekta let's sleep and then when we are healed, because I know your hurt too, we can do things slowly and right" she murmured against your neck. "I'm still gonna want kisses" you pouted causing Natasha to laugh at your antics. "Funnily enough this wasn't the bed situation i thought we'd be in, but I'm glad it's with you Dekta."

Word count~ 722

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nounaarts · 1 month

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