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hi~

just wondering if you were an editor at one point? and if you were, were you posting them on tiktok? you're username is similar to one of the accounts i used to follow (they've been inactive).

anyways, hope you have a good one :))

hii yes I do post on social just not under this username. I think I know what account you’re talking about (unfortunately) it’s not mine their edits are great tho.

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But once I got very close

Description: after returning from the gap Stephen’s head has turned into a horrible place and Theo not one he can turns to is you

Warnings: angsty, implied past relationship, Stephen hates the bachelor, self destructive Stephen, it’s currently 3 am I haven’t slept in two days so forgive any mistakes.

“What are you doing here?” You opened wide the door already certain as to who would bother you that late at night.

“Chinese food?” He held up the bags and grinned at you before without waiting for permission slipped past you and into the apartment. You let out an exaggerated sigh and close the door behind you.

“We could watch that ridiculous show of yours which the picking of the fake bride. Let’s watch the bachelor ”

You leaned against the doorframe and observed him as he moved around your place with such grace and familiarity as if he had done this a thousand times, as if this place was still his own.

“What are you doing here Stephen?” You finally said unable to act unbothered by the fact that he had woken you up for the third time this week.

“What do you mean?” He innocently replied and if you weren’t exhausted you would have rolled your eyes at him.

“I mean that bursting into someone’s apartment at 2am and bringing Chinese takeout is not okay or normal”

“I didn’t know where else to go” he admitted and you sighed and let your hands fall to your sides.

“You need to find a therapist Stephen” you shook your head disappointed and annoyed he was there once again to rant about his problems. He heard you huff and mutter something under your breath but he looked down and didn’t ask. He was in no position to be proud not now that he needed you.

You got two mismatched glasses and a bottle of Chardonnay-the one he had suggested to buy, his favourite. Like an irritated mother you purred the drinks without even sparing him a glance while he was looking at you in the eyes with feigned patience and anticipation.

“Thank you” he said politely and passed you your food but you knew better than that.

You sat quietly for a while both of you staring at the tv as the players made empty promises of love and loyalty to each other but none of you actually watched.

“You should take something about your insomnia” you finally broke the silence and he knew your annoyance had worn off. He would be thankful but also felt guilty for using you like that.

“It’s not that I can’t sleep”

“Then what is it?”

“I’m just there alone and I don’t want to go to sleep. Every time I close my eyes I return to that darkness and…and I have spent far too much time there”

“I don’t know who I am anymore”

“Everyone has moved on and I’m here behind looking at them” he had abandoned his food and now was occupying himself with the wine. Two or three big sips and then a refill-you had made mental note to tell him about that developing problem of his once would be calm.

He was smelling alcohol from the moment he had come in just like every other previous night. Scotch, bourbon and beer or anything that would stop that once brilliant mind of his.

It had only been a couple weeks since he returned but had been hectic ever since. He had ditched every old friend who wanted to welcome him back and thank him and after being replaced at the Sanctum (something he didn’t have the patience to explain to you yet) he had turned into a mess only you were allowed to see. You wished you could help but Stephen was never the person to accept help just keep you at arms length so he wouldn’t break down.

“And suddenly when I thought I knew what I wanted, where I was going in life everything changed. I don’t know what I want anymore, what I should do or shouldn’t do. I was so close to getting what I wanted, so close”

He turned at you his face visibly red but his eyes were glistening. His once beautiful face was now dulled by fatigue.

“People change and with them change their wishes and dreams. It might sound scary but it can be fun too” he turned to look at the tv your words not slightly able to soothe that aching feeling inside of him.

“And beside what happened to you was terrible. You sacrificed yourself and it’s understandable if you need time to adapt.What you did was oddly altruistic of you”

“Very altruistic indeed. Did you ever thought I’d be the hero type?” He asked and took a deep sip from his wine.The scornful tone of his didn’t go unnoticed. If he only had the courage to tell you how much of a failure he felt and how he thought everyone who saw him as a hero were fools.

He glanced up at you hoping-no needing you desperately to be able to read minds. Please see, please understand all the things I will never tell you.

“I never thought you as any type of guy”

It actually sounded worse than he had imagined. Another sip you noticed and he didn’t have to speak to know that you screwed up.

Were you still thinking of him like you once did? You were all he was left if you didn’t thought of him then that felt as if he didn’t exist at all.

“I wonder if that was one of the times I should have been selfish. Let Thanos do what he wanted and return to you”

“Well you did what you had to do. I only wished you could have left me like a note so I didn’t thought you stood me up, ‘honey sorryI can’t meet you for coffee I have to save the universe. See ya in five years-Stephen”

“Are you usually that wise and funny at 2 am?” He gave you one of his charming smile to cover up how your words affected him. But he was certain you could pierce him, look through him till he would squirm.

“Yes it’s my spiritual guru time. My need to murder you and my sleep deprivation align and I get this mystical power”

“Creative too? Aren’t you a catch?” You smiled oddly proud and drunk the rest of your wine. Those late night conversations would turn you into an alcoholic he was certain.

“It’ll be alright Stephen I promise” you spoke gently and softly as if he was a child and perhaps it was the alcohol but he found your presence rather soothing than condescending. You rubbed his arm and he took in the sight of you, your tired face and your red eyes to the warmth your body provided. Your presence was grounding and he felt safe after a very long time.

“One day you should tell me why you even wanted to see me that day”

“Of course”he smiled but he knew his death day would come sooner than that. His pride couldn’t allow him for you to see him even more vulnerable and pathetic. His love was undeniable but also a secret he’d take to his grave.

“Good night” you gave him a tired smile and then a peck on the cheek-the only casual affection he would ever allow himself to get.

“Good night dear”he muttered and he wished he had the courage to kiss your forehead like he always did, like you waited for him to do now.

You stood up and he glanced at the tv the promises of eternal love and adoration in that stupid game sounded rather appealing and hopeful to his exhausted mind. Now he looked at you and couldn’t help but wonder. You were by far not the perfection he seemed to achieve throughout his life yet to his eyes your flaws were a couple strokes to a canvas that only added to the masterpiece you were. So perfectly imperfect he was at awe-or he hoped just drunk.

“If I had asked you to stay back then would you have said yes?”

“Probably yes” the tv colours glowed up your face pinks and blues and yellows everything so very surreal. He nodded his head and you noticed that deep line on his forehead. Now he was deeper in thought.

“good night”

As you turned around his eyes pierced through you, looking at you with longing. You left the living room heading to your bedroom but with you he felt as if you took everything he once had, everything he once wanted.

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The 1

Part 3

Am I posting again after a year on a random sunday? Oh yes.I suggest listening to I hate it here by taylor swift, cynical one by tv girl, tomorrow never came by ldr.

Summery; After months of not talking after he conforted you in your party Stephen receives an invitation for your pre-wedding party.

Your fingers smoothly trail down the slippery yet soft and lustrous fabric of your white dress. Silk is known for its elegance, a symbol of femininity and luxury. You find it cold to touch, you hate how it fits your body and how self conscious it makes you feel.

‘’Darling!” You look up quickly as your soon to be mother in law approaches you.

‘’This is not the dress we picked’’ she says surprised looking you up and down

‘’Yes after you left the store I picked something myself’’ You follow her scrutinising gaze looking down at yourself, desperate to please her eclectic style.

‘’Darling’’ she tries to sound sweet but you can pick up on her patronising tone. She tilts her head and looks at you like she was dealing with a child that mismatches their clothes. ‘’Why do you do this to yourself? White makes you look…pale darling. Like a dead person. Didn’t we agree on eggshell?’’ she says touching the fabric with a disgusted grimace.

‘’I didn’t like eggshell’’ you explain trying to ignore how she is now shamelessly touching your stomach

‘’The fabric also looks cheap, nothing like the one we picked together. Did you forget we have to impress that executive? James really counts on us to make a great impression. Are you really feeling your best self in this?’’

It wasn’t a question so you don’t bother to answer. It was also true, you don’t feel your best self.

‘’You also put on a little weight, didn't you, darling? Let me take this out of your hands. A moment on the lips…’’ she shakes her head clearly disappointed in you. She takes the small pie from your hand and passes it to some waiter she barely bothers to look in the eyes.

‘’Mom aunt Mary is here’’ James comes and wraps his arm around your waist but to you it feels more like a lifesaver.

‘’Oh I should go greet her before she finds the bar’’ she chuckles and puts on her fake smile as she leaves.

‘’Did you see that? She literally took the food right off my hands’’ you turn to James but he is looking at his phone refreshing his emails.

‘’Well she does this for you. So you’ll look good in the wedding pictures that will last for a lifetimeyou will look back on for a lifetime’’ he says giving a last glance at his phone’s screen before looking up at you with a grin ‘’ Anyway you can always be thinner, look better’’

‘’James just because you work in finance doesn’t mean you have to quote Patrick Bateman on a daily basis’’

‘’This is a wedding cheer up . Now give me a smile’’ you look at him confused but also disgusted. You force yourself to smile but it doesn’t reach your eyes.

‘’There you go! Oh I need champagne. Do you want some?’’

You nod your head and before he goes to leave he look at you

‘’That’s not the dress mommy picked right? She’d never pick this type of dress’’ “Mommy picked that dress? Wow people change with age he looks again at the dress almost disappointed before brushing it off and leaving.

You sigh and try to compose yourself and stop that feeling of throwing up. You look around you a haze of familiar strangers and then your gaze is instantly drawn to the door. You’d give the world for an escape but before your melancholia could kick in you spot himdhdjdjjs.

Your eyes meet and you feel as if you’re seeing a ghost from the past. He walks to you

“Stephen. What are you doing here?” your tone is demanding and million different ideas as to why he us here run in your head. You panic scared he’ll destroy everything.

‘’Hi” he can sense your panic and “I was surprised you even invited me. I guessed you invited me to the wedding out of politeness but the rehearsal dinner? I don’t even see your mother in here’’

‘’I didn’t invite you’’ you say bluntly despite how rude it sounds. He looks at you puzzled and you feel relieved he isn’t here to cause any trouble.

‘’James mentioned to his mom about you and she probably invited you’’ he looks at you in disbelief but

‘’Because we went to collage together?’’

‘’No because you are an internationally acclaimed neurosurgeon and now a fucking superhero- wizard?’Please keep in check your inflated ego”

‘’Someone’s feeling bossy in white’’

‘’Don’t start and…Don’t call me that’’ you say pointing your finger at him

‘’Not a big fan of weddings so tell me are are brides supposed to be so stressed?’’ he makes another attempt to lighten up the mood but he knows it's futile.

‘’Do you want me to go?’’ he says in a serious tone and tries to hide his disappointment

‘’Dottie will want to parade you all around. She’ll kill me if I tell you to leave’’

‘’Does she know about…’’ he asks and you look at him with wide eyes full of panic that kills him.

“Don’t be absurd. James doesn’t know so she doesn’t either’’ she quickly says and he has to bite down his tongue to not ask you why you’re so ashamed.

‘’So where is your mom? I was excited to see her’’ he sighs and looks around the crowd of unknown faces.

‘’She couldn’t come’’ you quickly say and look down at your feet embarrassed with the bad lie.

‘’To her daughter’s rehearsal dinner? Isn’t the wedding tomorrow?’’ he chuckles, clearly not buying it.

‘’What’s up with the third degree? Are you suddenly Sherlock Holmes?’’ you ask defensively in a stern expression to stop this conversation.

‘’Just small talk. I forgot we’re beyond that. I should leave you to it and go get a drink’’

‘’Don’t’’you mutter and immediately reach for his hand. You feel a jolt of electricity that causes you dread. You feared that if you ever touched him again you would have a hard time pulling away.

His heart sinks as you touch his arm, gently but firm like always but also slightly different than what he remembered.

As you realise what you did you retrieve your hand and look down almost ashamed with yourself.

“Come. Let’s not keep Dottie waiting to meet your grace” you say and you take him into the crowd.

Stephan had made a name for himself in the medical field, he lost his talent, saved the reality and even though he felt a chamged man he realised nothing could beat the suffocating feeling social parties caused him. The supposedly intimate and close party before your wedding had turned into another social event perfect for networking and aimless small talk.

He had changed yet everything around him felt the same.

You and your mother in law introduced him to enough people to make his hand hurt from all the firm handshakes but despite the endless boredom and headache it caused him all it took was one glance at you and he found the power to do anything.

It surprised him how something you work really hard for and have the best intentions for, dreams and expectations suddenly just doesn’t work out. The second year of your dating he tested if your last name suited his name as well as his last name fitted your name. It did and if he was to ever marry you he wouldn’t mind taking your last name. Now he stands beside you a few hours before the wedding and he can go along perfectly with every person you introduce him to. He fits into your life perfectly like a piece on a puzzle and he hopes you can see it and keep him around.

Then your husband comes and wraps his arm around your waist and Steohen realises that the puzzle might be complete. Yet he looks at you longing for you. Can you see that? Does it make you feel something or it makes you indifferent? He knows there is a crowd and he has done things to hurt you but can you see beyond that and into his soul like you always knew so well to do?

“So how are things besides the wedding? How’s work?” he asks as you two escape to the terrace for some peace after all the endless socialising.

“I quit my job actually” you admit and his eyes widened in shock.

“You did?” He asks trying hard to hide his surprise “I thought you loved your job”

He doesn’t think he knows. How could he forget how passionate you were about your profession, how you loved taking care of people. Plus you looked really good in the white coat, a thing he seemed to love at the end of your shifts./whenever you worked the same shifts.

“I have changed Stephen” you say your voice is firm and assertive and you scan his face trying to see his true feelings. Shock, surpise, disappointment and for some reason sadness? You hated the reaction of your parents but you feared his.

“I mean I still love it but I wouldn’t mind a break. Anyway I’ll be busy. We bought a new apartment and after our honeymoon we’ll do a renovation, then there is the interior design and his mother helped me get into a committee of some organisation. There are many things I’ll have to take care of”

All it takes is one look to notice his obvious disappointment, your explanation is too weak to convince him. Truth to be told you are disappointed in yourself too, becoming a type of woman you never expected to be, one that he definitely doesn't recognise.

You both nod your heads and a pause follows. You both dropped your fake polite smiles you wore and the tension is thick with all the unspoken emotions and expectations neither of you dare to put into words or even make sense of. You look inside your gaze falling on your mother in law.

He follows your gaze and for a moment he wonders if it is a preview to the future. Is that the woman you look up to now? The woman he once swore to himself to love forever?

‘’Your mother in law is…she is something’’ he says trying to keep himself from chuckling.

‘’Come on. Since when did you become polite? Just say what’s on your messed up mind” you look over at him eager to push him to say all the ugly things you know he is thinking.

‘’She is a bitch” he says, his eyes locked with yours carefully waiting for any shift in your expression.

“She is the upper east side charity event, wamable socialite turned philanthropist with a tone of repressed feelings and dreams and an affair with the pool boy from her Hamptoms estate on the way”

“That’s very bold and awfully descriptive” you say, never taking your eyes off him. For a moment there is a mutual understanding, a raw feeling and a silence that you find unbearable.

“Well you are right. If she see me eating she will literally kill me’’

‘’Why? You look perfect’’ he smiles slyly and shamelessly looks at you up and down, taking in every curve and contour of your body.

‘’She ordered the wedding dress two sizes smaller’’ you say to make your mother in law like a bitch so you’ll laugh but you notice how his smile slightly falterns at the mention of the wedding dress.

“Well James isn’t far from the finance guy stereotype. Do you remember those insufferable business school guys we met that one time at a party? They were wasted uet couldn’t stop explaining to us the stock market”

“Don’t talk about him like that” you say but your tone isn’t demanding or shows that you're trying to defend him in any way. It’s something you wished you could say as his soon to be wife and actually mean. Also James did try to explain stock to you like a million times.

‘’I love the dress’’ he says hoping to change the subject and for one more time he looks you up and down internally struggling to realise how someone can be so breathtaking.

‘’No you don’t’’ you smile politely knowing it is only an attempt to cheer you up but it hurts him how you don’t seem to trust him even in something as simple as a compliment.

‘’No, no. I would say it’s not your style but I don’t know you -no sarcasm intended. It does look good”

He almost wants to lick his lips as his gaze trails down your body. The soft and thin fabric is a good reminder that your body is exactly as he remembered.

“Silk…silk is very flattering to your body’’ he mutters and you can feel your cheeks burn. You can’t believe how once again he has flustered you even though you shouldn’t want his compliments and the fact that on that day he is the only one who complimented you and was genuine makes this situation even more impossible.

‘’Why did you come here?’’ you ask softly and he is surprised with your gentle tone.

‘’I was forced”

He had promised himself to be guarded around you knowing that after all the history between you two he shouldn't be so vulnerable because your anger, even though understandable , would leave him lethally wounded. He never was one to betray such promises yet all it takes is a tiny sign of softness from you and he is crawling to your feet ready to be vulnerable and honest even if you’ll kick him away.

“I didn’t want to come because I thought you wouldn’t want to see me. But then there was the invitation for this little party so I was foolish to think it was a mixed message and you wanted to patch things up. I know it’s silly-’’

‘’It’s not silly” you give him a warm smile, the idea of having him by your side melting your heart.“Patching things up sounds nice’’ you say but you can see how he doesn’t believe you.

‘’Stephen I know I said some things-”

“You said things you ment and you were right. I had no right waltzing/bursting into your life like this and I had no right hurting you in the first place. I only ever want you happy and.. now you are” His palms are sweating as he says the million times rehearsed on the mirror speech and he prays it doesn’t sound emotionless. He says with all the courage he had managed to gather those past months.

“I am?” you hate how it came out as a weak question but right now you’re dying for some validation that you had made all the right choices and now you are happy.

“Yes. Which girl doesn’t dream of living in the big city, in one of the best neighbourhoods with a husband she loves-” he starts off himself a bit impressed with himself and how courageous he is. He feels genuinely like the bigger person even though that fact that he had prayed you would call off the wedding.

“It is a dream indeed” you cut him off and take a big sip from your champagne, his words doing more damage than good.

“I’m happy for you. You deserve to live a dream” he continues not picking up how you avoid his gaze. You don’t reply and he wonders if it was too much and you find him cheesy and ridiculous. He hates how he has to second guess himself and your once effortless conversations felt like walking on eggshells around you.

“Anyway I also came to bring you something before the wedding” he says and you watch as he searches in the inner pocket of his suit.

He is holding a small bracelet. Not designer, not gold or silver but an old well preserved bracelet of yours you had almost forgotten about. He remembers the day you had given it to him. It was your lucky bracelet and whenever you wanted to cheat in some exam it always brought you luck. It was his first big surgery and to help him feel less stressed you had given it to him.

“It's yours. You forgot it when you packed your things that day. I shouldn’t have kept it all those years but I did. You should have it”

For a brief moment his hand touches yours as he places the bracelet in your palm. The metallic bracelet feels cold against your skin but all you cared about is how your hand almost burned where he touched you.

“You can wear it. Or James, I don’t know”

You look up at him desperate to say so many things but unable to speak a word. You don’t want the bracelet. Its memory has faded and you can barely remember the version of you that loved it. There is a strange and foreign feeling in your heart you can’t point your finger to but you want it gone. You feel as if all those years you were searching for something lost and now that you came upon it you can’t remember why you were looking for it or its importance.

You don’t remember how you once were someone who believed in luck who felt fearless and ready to dominate the whole world and make it hers. Now you feel little and all you wish is to fade away. No one would notice and it is both sad but also a relief.

“I think you should keep it”

A sudden feeling of escape hits you and you want that version of you to survive being somewhere else and not here where you are.

Stephen can’t bear your rejection. He wants to keep it as much as he wants to keep you but most of all the memory of you two together, the memory of himself when he had it all. He wants that version of himself to be with you, he wants you to be happy and if he can’t be with you then he can compromise knowing part of him is.

He can see you changing no matter how he wished he was blind. His memory of you is fading and you’re turning into a stranger he’ll never get to know.

“I can’t keep it. It's yours. It’s your luck and I’ve been holding onto it for longer than I should”

And then it hit you. He didn’t come here to patch things up but say goodbye. Your heart is racing and you bite down your tongue to keep your emotions in check.

“I see. You want to hold your own luck in your hands” you give him a fading smile the only thing keeping you from saying something bitter and mean. You know you can’t blame him for letting go no matter how much want to. “we should be the masters of our own fate”

“I’m not a good person. I wasn’t back then and I doubt I am now but you make me hope I can be one day. Your forgiveness means more than you could ever imagine” he takes your hand into his but you feel no comfort.

“Which makes me sound like an asshole asking you for something on your wedding day but nevermind. Now let me help you with that” he lets go of your hand and takes the bracelet.

“Maybe it can be my something old for the wedding” your eyes are fixed on his face and you hope your words will hurt him deeply. You curse yourself for being such an awful person.

“Maybe” he gives you one of his charming smiles and the bracelet is set on your wrist.

“You’ll make a wonderful bride” he looks at you affectionately, his eyes lingering on your face as if he is trying to memorise every little detail.

“White is your colour for a reason right? I bet you’re getting married just for that. Of course the attention and the gifts” he says and no matter how much it hurts you can’t help but laugh.

“Also the gown” you laugh your words tasting bittersweet in your mouth.

“The gown of course. Is it puffy, promise me it’s puffy. Puffy with bows” he asks with pleading puppy eyes.

“Please I would die” you chuckle and as you place some of your hair behind your ear the charms of the bracelet hit each other making a long forgotten sound.

“No? I find it pretty classy”

“I hate you” you say and you smile with perhaps the wider smile you ever had over the past years.

“Fuck I have to go” he looks at his watch and you can feel a knot in your stomach “We have a situation at the sanctarum”

“Long story. I honestly would have found someone else to deal with it but I didn’t think I’d stay herr for long. I thought you'd kick me out the moment I stepped my foot in here”

“Like I have ever been abusive with you” you roll your eyes with his dramatic comment.

“Only in the ways I liked it” a sly smirk plays on his lips but you don’t care and smile back. You don’t care if tomorrow is your wedding, you certainly don't care if he is your ex and that comment is bringing back memories that are not so innocent.

“Go back to your magic word you disgusting wizard”you say and playfully hit him on the arm. There is a burning sensation you’d like to hold onto for eternity.

“I want to say domestic abuse but I don’t think I can’t” he looks at your happy face and he now believes it that soon to be brides are shining with joy. He only wishes he could cause that joy.

“No, no you can’t” you chuckle and a pause follows. Despite the deafening silence there are so many things unsaid.

“I’ll see you tomorrow” he rests his hand on your shoulder, his eyes locked on yours and he wonders if you can pick up on his lie. He can’t bear witnessing your wedding if now just your smile makes him feel as if he was looking directly at the sun.

“Okay” you softly say and you catch yourself hoping the next day would come as fast as possible just to see him. “I’ll see you tomorrow”

The sensation of his touch is still lingering hours after he left. The bracelet is still on your wrist and you hate how strange and unknown it feels against your skin. It doesn’t belong and it shouldn’t.

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

James’ question snaps you out of your thoughts and you look across the room at him surprised and puzzled.

“What?”

“Do you think I’m stupid? As a person I mean.” he stops unbuttoning his shirt and takes a step closer to your bed where you are sitting a second ago lost in thought. You don’t understand his question or how to answer it.

“Where were you all night long?” he notices the slight change in your expression but doesn't wait for you to reply. “I wanted to introduce you to some guys from work and some relatives and I just couldn’t find you”

“I was there of course” you say and smile sheepishly as if that would put him at ease.

“Do you really think I don’t see the way he looks at you? That face he makes whenever I put my arms around you or kiss you? Or do you think I’m blind and didn’t notice how you two completely disappeared all night long?”

You bite the inside of your cheek and you just look at him. He doesn’t look disappointed or hurt or even angry and that makes you feel even more nervous.

“Stephen and I are friends” the lie feels so easy to say but too heavy to hear and believe. You don’t believe yourself and he doesn’t believe you either.

“Friends don’t look at each other like that” he says and looks at himself in the mirror as he takes off his tie.

“After your birthday party I had to ask your friends since you didn’t tell me, turns out you used to date for six years. You had told me your past relationship meant nothing and I believed you. But six years? Six fucking years of your life and you never cared to menrion him once?" He scoffs and you wish he could strangle you with his tie.

"James-"

"You told me your past relationship meant nothing" he lets go of his tie and takes another step closer to you.

"It meant nothing. And if you minded then why did you let your mother invite him here?" You ask defensively.

"I believed it meant nothing until he came here and you disappeared. A day before our wedding"

"That party was suffocating. I wanted a break" you finally admit, unable to hold back or bite your tongue anymore.

"Oh give me a break” he laughs dryly before he looks at you and pauses for a moment his expression turning serious again. He kneels down and takes your hands into his while you just watch him in shock.

“I'm not perfect. I have flaws and I know I can be...a jerk sometimes. I talk too much but somehow manage to never say anything of substance. I make stupid shallow jokes and do stupid things to fit in and hide how...I'm not as sophisticated and as real as you even if I have the money. I know all that but I'm trying. I'm not the perfect husband. I'm probably not even a very good person but I try. And I want to work on us. But despite my flaws I don't think I deserve to be lied to like you did"

Your expression softens and you feel a pang of guilt and shame. His once smug demeanour had shifted into something more vulnerable and raw, a moment so rare in your relationship that makes you uncomfortable.

You look down at him as he shakes his head trying to hold something back but he makes a scoffing sound and looks again at you.

"And youre so so difficult. Whining and complaining about my mother, me, the prenup, your job and don't deny it because you might not say something but I can see your face. So here I am putting all the effort and trying to make everything perfect for Miss Perfect and you’re flirting and hiding away with an ex. So please get off your high white horse because you're deeply flawed and frankly too broken to be judging me or my mother or my friends or my family. Our fucking family”

You’re taken aback but he seems pleased finally letting out he has been holding inside him for far too long. He stands up and walks to the mirror continuing getting undressed as if nothing had happened. You look at him for a moment shocked, hurt and confused.

He doesn’t seem to pay you any mind and you stand up walking out of your bedroom. Your head is foggy and millions of thoughts are running through your head none of them clear. You can feel the cold air hit you but you have no clue where you’re headed just that your steps are determined. Despite the unclear thoughts you feel oddly There is knock but you don’t seem to process the noise till the door opens

“What..what are you doing here?” Stephen looks at you confused.

After minutes of walking without realising where you’re going his voice brings you back to reality and you feel like you’re waking up from a dream. You take a small step forward and you kiss him, nothing gentle or soft but an intense passionate kiss that conveys all the frustration and desperatetion and longing.

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The 1

Part 3

Am I posting again after a year on a random sunday? Oh yes.I suggest listening to I hate it here by taylor swift, cynical one by tv girl, tomorrow never came by ldr.

Summery; After months of not talking after he conforted you in your party Stephen receives an invitation for your pre-wedding party.

Your fingers smoothly trail down the slippery yet soft and lustrous fabric of your white dress. Silk is known for its elegance, a symbol of femininity and luxury. You find it cold to touch, you hate how it fits your body and how self conscious it makes you feel.

‘’Darling!” You look up quickly as your soon to be mother in law approaches you.

‘’This is not the dress we picked’’ she says surprised looking you up and down

‘’Yes after you left the store I picked something myself’’ You follow her scrutinising gaze looking down at yourself, desperate to please her eclectic style.

‘’Darling’’ she tries to sound sweet but you can pick up on her patronising tone. She tilts her head and looks at you like she was dealing with a child that mismatches their clothes. ‘’Why do you do this to yourself? White makes you look…pale darling. Like a dead person. Didn’t we agree on eggshell?’’ she says touching the fabric with a disgusted grimace.

‘’I didn’t like eggshell’’ you explain trying to ignore how she is now shamelessly touching your stomach

‘’The fabric also looks cheap, nothing like the one we picked together. Did you forget we have to impress that executive? James really counts on us to make a great impression. Are you really feeling your best self in this?’’

It wasn’t a question so you don’t bother to answer. It was also true, you don’t feel your best self.

‘’You also put on a little weight, didn't you, darling? Let me take this out of your hands. A moment on the lips…’’ she shakes her head clearly disappointed in you. She takes the small pie from your hand and passes it to some waiter she barely bothers to look in the eyes.

‘’Mom aunt Mary is here’’ James comes and wraps his arm around your waist but to you it feels more like a lifesaver.

‘’Oh I should go greet her before she finds the bar’’ she chuckles and puts on her fake smile as she leaves.

‘’Did you see that? She literally took the food right off my hands’’ you turn to James but he is looking at his phone refreshing his emails.

‘’Well she does this for you. So you’ll look good in the wedding pictures that will last for a lifetimeyou will look back on for a lifetime’’ he says giving a last glance at his phone’s screen before looking up at you with a grin ‘’ Anyway you can always be thinner, look better’’

‘’James just because you work in finance doesn’t mean you have to quote Patrick Bateman on a daily basis’’

‘’This is a wedding cheer up . Now give me a smile’’ you look at him confused but also disgusted. You force yourself to smile but it doesn’t reach your eyes.

‘’There you go! Oh I need champagne. Do you want some?’’

You nod your head and before he goes to leave he look at you

‘’That’s not the dress mommy picked right? She’d never pick this type of dress’’ “Mommy picked that dress? Wow people change with age he looks again at the dress almost disappointed before brushing it off and leaving.

You sigh and try to compose yourself and stop that feeling of throwing up. You look around you a haze of familiar strangers and then your gaze is instantly drawn to the door. You’d give the world for an escape but before your melancholia could kick in you spot himdhdjdjjs.

Your eyes meet and you feel as if you’re seeing a ghost from the past. He walks to you

“Stephen. What are you doing here?” your tone is demanding and million different ideas as to why he us here run in your head. You panic scared he’ll destroy everything.

‘’Hi” he can sense your panic and “I was surprised you even invited me. I guessed you invited me to the wedding out of politeness but the rehearsal dinner? I don’t even see your mother in here’’

‘’I didn’t invite you’’ you say bluntly despite how rude it sounds. He looks at you puzzled and you feel relieved he isn’t here to cause any trouble.

‘’James mentioned to his mom about you and she probably invited you’’ he looks at you in disbelief but

‘’Because we went to collage together?’’

‘’No because you are an internationally acclaimed neurosurgeon and now a fucking superhero- wizard?’Please keep in check your inflated ego”

‘’Someone’s feeling bossy in white’’

‘’Don’t start and…Don’t call me that’’ you say pointing your finger at him

‘’Not a big fan of weddings so tell me are are brides supposed to be so stressed?’’ he makes another attempt to lighten up the mood but he knows it's futile.

‘’Do you want me to go?’’ he says in a serious tone and tries to hide his disappointment

‘’Dottie will want to parade you all around. She’ll kill me if I tell you to leave’’

‘’Does she know about…’’ he asks and you look at him with wide eyes full of panic that kills him.

“Don’t be absurd. James doesn’t know so she doesn’t either’’ she quickly says and he has to bite down his tongue to not ask you why you’re so ashamed.

‘’So where is your mom? I was excited to see her’’ he sighs and looks around the crowd of unknown faces.

‘’She couldn’t come’’ you quickly say and look down at your feet embarrassed with the bad lie.

‘’To her daughter’s rehearsal dinner? Isn’t the wedding tomorrow?’’ he chuckles, clearly not buying it.

‘’What’s up with the third degree? Are you suddenly Sherlock Holmes?’’ you ask defensively in a stern expression to stop this conversation.

‘’Just small talk. I forgot we’re beyond that. I should leave you to it and go get a drink’’

‘’Don’t’’you mutter and immediately reach for his hand. You feel a jolt of electricity that causes you dread. You feared that if you ever touched him again you would have a hard time pulling away.

His heart sinks as you touch his arm, gently but firm like always but also slightly different than what he remembered.

As you realise what you did you retrieve your hand and look down almost ashamed with yourself.

“Come. Let’s not keep Dottie waiting to meet your grace” you say and you take him into the crowd.

Stephan had made a name for himself in the medical field, he lost his talent, saved the reality and even though he felt a chamged man he realised nothing could beat the suffocating feeling social parties caused him. The supposedly intimate and close party before your wedding had turned into another social event perfect for networking and aimless small talk.

He had changed yet everything around him felt the same.

You and your mother in law introduced him to enough people to make his hand hurt from all the firm handshakes but despite the endless boredom and headache it caused him all it took was one glance at you and he found the power to do anything.

It surprised him how something you work really hard for and have the best intentions for, dreams and expectations suddenly just doesn’t work out. The second year of your dating he tested if your last name suited his name as well as his last name fitted your name. It did and if he was to ever marry you he wouldn’t mind taking your last name. Now he stands beside you a few hours before the wedding and he can go along perfectly with every person you introduce him to. He fits into your life perfectly like a piece on a puzzle and he hopes you can see it and keep him around.

Then your husband comes and wraps his arm around your waist and Steohen realises that the puzzle might be complete. Yet he looks at you longing for you. Can you see that? Does it make you feel something or it makes you indifferent? He knows there is a crowd and he has done things to hurt you but can you see beyond that and into his soul like you always knew so well to do?

“So how are things besides the wedding? How’s work?” he asks as you two escape to the terrace for some peace after all the endless socialising.

“I quit my job actually” you admit and his eyes widened in shock.

“You did?” He asks trying hard to hide his surprise “I thought you loved your job”

He doesn’t think he knows. How could he forget how passionate you were about your profession, how you loved taking care of people. Plus you looked really good in the white coat, a thing he seemed to love at the end of your shifts./whenever you worked the same shifts.

“I have changed Stephen” you say your voice is firm and assertive and you scan his face trying to see his true feelings. Shock, surpise, disappointment and for some reason sadness? You hated the reaction of your parents but you feared his.

“I mean I still love it but I wouldn’t mind a break. Anyway I’ll be busy. We bought a new apartment and after our honeymoon we’ll do a renovation, then there is the interior design and his mother helped me get into a committee of some organisation. There are many things I’ll have to take care of”

All it takes is one look to notice his obvious disappointment, your explanation is too weak to convince him. Truth to be told you are disappointed in yourself too, becoming a type of woman you never expected to be, one that he definitely doesn't recognise.

You both nod your heads and a pause follows. You both dropped your fake polite smiles you wore and the tension is thick with all the unspoken emotions and expectations neither of you dare to put into words or even make sense of. You look inside your gaze falling on your mother in law.

He follows your gaze and for a moment he wonders if it is a preview to the future. Is that the woman you look up to now? The woman he once swore to himself to love forever?

‘’Your mother in law is…she is something’’ he says trying to keep himself from chuckling.

‘’Come on. Since when did you become polite? Just say what’s on your messed up mind” you look over at him eager to push him to say all the ugly things you know he is thinking.

‘’She is a bitch” he says, his eyes locked with yours carefully waiting for any shift in your expression.

“She is the upper east side charity event, wamable socialite turned philanthropist with a tone of repressed feelings and dreams and an affair with the pool boy from her Hamptoms estate on the way”

“That’s very bold and awfully descriptive” you say, never taking your eyes off him. For a moment there is a mutual understanding, a raw feeling and a silence that you find unbearable.

“Well you are right. If she see me eating she will literally kill me’’

‘’Why? You look perfect’’ he smiles slyly and shamelessly looks at you up and down, taking in every curve and contour of your body.

‘’She ordered the wedding dress two sizes smaller’’ you say to make your mother in law like a bitch so you’ll laugh but you notice how his smile slightly falterns at the mention of the wedding dress.

“Well James isn’t far from the finance guy stereotype. Do you remember those insufferable business school guys we met that one time at a party? They were wasted uet couldn’t stop explaining to us the stock market”

“Don’t talk about him like that” you say but your tone isn’t demanding or shows that you're trying to defend him in any way. It’s something you wished you could say as his soon to be wife and actually mean. Also James did try to explain stock to you like a million times.

‘’I love the dress’’ he says hoping to change the subject and for one more time he looks you up and down internally struggling to realise how someone can be so breathtaking.

‘’No you don’t’’ you smile politely knowing it is only an attempt to cheer you up but it hurts him how you don’t seem to trust him even in something as simple as a compliment.

‘’No, no. I would say it’s not your style but I don’t know you -no sarcasm intended. It does look good”

He almost wants to lick his lips as his gaze trails down your body. The soft and thin fabric is a good reminder that your body is exactly as he remembered.

“Silk…silk is very flattering to your body’’ he mutters and you can feel your cheeks burn. You can’t believe how once again he has flustered you even though you shouldn’t want his compliments and the fact that on that day he is the only one who complimented you and was genuine makes this situation even more impossible.

‘’Why did you come here?’’ you ask softly and he is surprised with your gentle tone.

‘’I was forced”

He had promised himself to be guarded around you knowing that after all the history between you two he shouldn't be so vulnerable because your anger, even though understandable , would leave him lethally wounded. He never was one to betray such promises yet all it takes is a tiny sign of softness from you and he is crawling to your feet ready to be vulnerable and honest even if you’ll kick him away.

“I didn’t want to come because I thought you wouldn’t want to see me. But then there was the invitation for this little party so I was foolish to think it was a mixed message and you wanted to patch things up. I know it’s silly-’’

‘’It’s not silly” you give him a warm smile, the idea of having him by your side melting your heart.“Patching things up sounds nice’’ you say but you can see how he doesn’t believe you.

‘’Stephen I know I said some things-”

“You said things you ment and you were right. I had no right waltzing/bursting into your life like this and I had no right hurting you in the first place. I only ever want you happy and.. now you are” His palms are sweating as he says the million times rehearsed on the mirror speech and he prays it doesn’t sound emotionless. He says with all the courage he had managed to gather those past months.

“I am?” you hate how it came out as a weak question but right now you’re dying for some validation that you had made all the right choices and now you are happy.

“Yes. Which girl doesn’t dream of living in the big city, in one of the best neighbourhoods with a husband she loves-” he starts off himself a bit impressed with himself and how courageous he is. He feels genuinely like the bigger person even though that fact that he had prayed you would call off the wedding.

“It is a dream indeed” you cut him off and take a big sip from your champagne, his words doing more damage than good.

“I’m happy for you. You deserve to live a dream” he continues not picking up how you avoid his gaze. You don’t reply and he wonders if it was too much and you find him cheesy and ridiculous. He hates how he has to second guess himself and your once effortless conversations felt like walking on eggshells around you.

“Anyway I also came to bring you something before the wedding” he says and you watch as he searches in the inner pocket of his suit.

He is holding a small bracelet. Not designer, not gold or silver but an old well preserved bracelet of yours you had almost forgotten about. He remembers the day you had given it to him. It was your lucky bracelet and whenever you wanted to cheat in some exam it always brought you luck. It was his first big surgery and to help him feel less stressed you had given it to him.

“It's yours. You forgot it when you packed your things that day. I shouldn’t have kept it all those years but I did. You should have it”

For a brief moment his hand touches yours as he places the bracelet in your palm. The metallic bracelet feels cold against your skin but all you cared about is how your hand almost burned where he touched you.

“You can wear it. Or James, I don’t know”

You look up at him desperate to say so many things but unable to speak a word. You don’t want the bracelet. Its memory has faded and you can barely remember the version of you that loved it. There is a strange and foreign feeling in your heart you can’t point your finger to but you want it gone. You feel as if all those years you were searching for something lost and now that you came upon it you can’t remember why you were looking for it or its importance.

You don’t remember how you once were someone who believed in luck who felt fearless and ready to dominate the whole world and make it hers. Now you feel little and all you wish is to fade away. No one would notice and it is both sad but also a relief.

“I think you should keep it”

A sudden feeling of escape hits you and you want that version of you to survive being somewhere else and not here where you are.

Stephen can’t bear your rejection. He wants to keep it as much as he wants to keep you but most of all the memory of you two together, the memory of himself when he had it all. He wants that version of himself to be with you, he wants you to be happy and if he can’t be with you then he can compromise knowing part of him is.

He can see you changing no matter how he wished he was blind. His memory of you is fading and you’re turning into a stranger he’ll never get to know.

“I can’t keep it. It's yours. It’s your luck and I’ve been holding onto it for longer than I should”

And then it hit you. He didn’t come here to patch things up but say goodbye. Your heart is racing and you bite down your tongue to keep your emotions in check.

“I see. You want to hold your own luck in your hands” you give him a fading smile the only thing keeping you from saying something bitter and mean. You know you can’t blame him for letting go no matter how much want to. “we should be the masters of our own fate”

“I’m not a good person. I wasn’t back then and I doubt I am now but you make me hope I can be one day. Your forgiveness means more than you could ever imagine” he takes your hand into his but you feel no comfort.

“Which makes me sound like an asshole asking you for something on your wedding day but nevermind. Now let me help you with that” he lets go of your hand and takes the bracelet.

“Maybe it can be my something old for the wedding” your eyes are fixed on his face and you hope your words will hurt him deeply. You curse yourself for being such an awful person.

“Maybe” he gives you one of his charming smiles and the bracelet is set on your wrist.

“You’ll make a wonderful bride” he looks at you affectionately, his eyes lingering on your face as if he is trying to memorise every little detail.

“White is your colour for a reason right? I bet you’re getting married just for that. Of course the attention and the gifts” he says and no matter how much it hurts you can’t help but laugh.

“Also the gown” you laugh your words tasting bittersweet in your mouth.

“The gown of course. Is it puffy, promise me it’s puffy. Puffy with bows” he asks with pleading puppy eyes.

“Please I would die” you chuckle and as you place some of your hair behind your ear the charms of the bracelet hit each other making a long forgotten sound.

“No? I find it pretty classy”

“I hate you” you say and you smile with perhaps the wider smile you ever had over the past years.

“Fuck I have to go” he looks at his watch and you can feel a knot in your stomach “We have a situation at the sanctarum”

“Long story. I honestly would have found someone else to deal with it but I didn’t think I’d stay herr for long. I thought you'd kick me out the moment I stepped my foot in here”

“Like I have ever been abusive with you” you roll your eyes with his dramatic comment.

“Only in the ways I liked it” a sly smirk plays on his lips but you don’t care and smile back. You don’t care if tomorrow is your wedding, you certainly don't care if he is your ex and that comment is bringing back memories that are not so innocent.

“Go back to your magic word you disgusting wizard”you say and playfully hit him on the arm. There is a burning sensation you’d like to hold onto for eternity.

“I want to say domestic abuse but I don’t think I can’t” he looks at your happy face and he now believes it that soon to be brides are shining with joy. He only wishes he could cause that joy.

“No, no you can’t” you chuckle and a pause follows. Despite the deafening silence there are so many things unsaid.

“I’ll see you tomorrow” he rests his hand on your shoulder, his eyes locked on yours and he wonders if you can pick up on his lie. He can’t bear witnessing your wedding if now just your smile makes him feel as if he was looking directly at the sun.

“Okay” you softly say and you catch yourself hoping the next day would come as fast as possible just to see him. “I’ll see you tomorrow”

The sensation of his touch is still lingering hours after he left. The bracelet is still on your wrist and you hate how strange and unknown it feels against your skin. It doesn’t belong and it shouldn’t.

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

James’ question snaps you out of your thoughts and you look across the room at him surprised and puzzled.

“What?”

“Do you think I’m stupid? As a person I mean.” he stops unbuttoning his shirt and takes a step closer to your bed where you are sitting a second ago lost in thought. You don’t understand his question or how to answer it.

“Where were you all night long?” he notices the slight change in your expression but doesn't wait for you to reply. “I wanted to introduce you to some guys from work and some relatives and I just couldn’t find you”

“I was there of course” you say and smile sheepishly as if that would put him at ease.

“Do you really think I don’t see the way he looks at you? That face he makes whenever I put my arms around you or kiss you? Or do you think I’m blind and didn’t notice how you two completely disappeared all night long?”

You bite the inside of your cheek and you just look at him. He doesn’t look disappointed or hurt or even angry and that makes you feel even more nervous.

“Stephen and I are friends” the lie feels so easy to say but too heavy to hear and believe. You don’t believe yourself and he doesn’t believe you either.

“Friends don’t look at each other like that” he says and looks at himself in the mirror as he takes off his tie.

“After your birthday party I had to ask your friends since you didn’t tell me, turns out you used to date for six years. You had told me your past relationship meant nothing and I believed you. But six years? Six fucking years of your life and you never cared to menrion him once?" He scoffs and you wish he could strangle you with his tie.

"James-"

"You told me your past relationship meant nothing" he lets go of his tie and takes another step closer to you.

"It meant nothing. And if you minded then why did you let your mother invite him here?" You ask defensively.

"I believed it meant nothing until he came here and you disappeared. A day before our wedding"

"That party was suffocating. I wanted a break" you finally admit, unable to hold back or bite your tongue anymore.

"Oh give me a break” he laughs dryly before he looks at you and pauses for a moment his expression turning serious again. He kneels down and takes your hands into his while you just watch him in shock.

“I'm not perfect. I have flaws and I know I can be...a jerk sometimes. I talk too much but somehow manage to never say anything of substance. I make stupid shallow jokes and do stupid things to fit in and hide how...I'm not as sophisticated and as real as you even if I have the money. I know all that but I'm trying. I'm not the perfect husband. I'm probably not even a very good person but I try. And I want to work on us. But despite my flaws I don't think I deserve to be lied to like you did"

Your expression softens and you feel a pang of guilt and shame. His once smug demeanour had shifted into something more vulnerable and raw, a moment so rare in your relationship that makes you uncomfortable.

You look down at him as he shakes his head trying to hold something back but he makes a scoffing sound and looks again at you.

"And youre so so difficult. Whining and complaining about my mother, me, the prenup, your job and don't deny it because you might not say something but I can see your face. So here I am putting all the effort and trying to make everything perfect for Miss Perfect and you’re flirting and hiding away with an ex. So please get off your high white horse because you're deeply flawed and frankly too broken to be judging me or my mother or my friends or my family. Our fucking family”

You’re taken aback but he seems pleased finally letting out he has been holding inside him for far too long. He stands up and walks to the mirror continuing getting undressed as if nothing had happened. You look at him for a moment shocked, hurt and confused.

He doesn’t seem to pay you any mind and you stand up walking out of your bedroom. Your head is foggy and millions of thoughts are running through your head none of them clear. You can feel the cold air hit you but you have no clue where you’re headed just that your steps are determined. Despite the unclear thoughts you feel oddly There is knock but you don’t seem to process the noise till the door opens

“What..what are you doing here?” Stephen looks at you confused.

After minutes of walking without realising where you’re going his voice brings you back to reality and you feel like you’re waking up from a dream. You take a small step forward and you kiss him, nothing gentle or soft but an intense passionate kiss that conveys all the frustration and desperatetion and longing.

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The 1

part 2

Warnings : just pure angst, cheating 

Summery: your relationship with Stephen through the years till the day you decide to suprise him for his birthday only it was him who suprised you.

You can’t imagine how many times I put on Folklore while writing this.

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Being Taken Care Of

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Summery: Stephen returns after an exhausting mission so you decide to take care of him

Warnings: MDI, +18, Oral (m receiving), sub(kinda)!Stephen, dom!reader, slight cockwarming, sammophilia(just mentioned)

With a deep inhale Stephen stepped out of the red sparkling ring finally getting home. His ribs and spine were in pure pain and he couldnt wait to getto his warm bed and have you cuddle onto him through the night.

It had been everythinghe was thinking today.

Taking off his cloak he sent it off before lumbering into the Sanctorum searching for you.

You've always waited for him when he was out for a mission, trying everything to stay up all night unable to sleep knowing he was out there in danger or that he might get hurt or worse. Just the mere thought of him not coming back was enough to keep you awake.

So ever since he joined the Avengers and went on missions he returned to you laying in the couch half asleep yet the moment he stepped into the room you ran to him wrapping yourself onto him asking a million questions, glad that he was home.

"Y/N?" He called your name but he received no answer, making him worried. There was no way you hadn't waited for him.

Deciding to go look to the living room he found you laying on the couch, peacefully sleeping with a pillow between your legs.

"Hello there" He smiled, gently pushing a few strands of hair out of your eyes.

"Stephen?", your voice muffled as you shoved your face to the pillow, your eyes too sensitive to the light. Hesitantly you blinked a couple times till Stephen's face stopped looking blurry.

"What happened?" Quickly you sat up noticing the fresh scar at his cheekbone. "Are you alright? When did you get back? Are you hurt? Oh god i fell asleep!"

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Just slightly brushed"

"Where? Let me see" You tried to push aside his clothes to see, not believing him but beckre you could do anything he grabbed your hands to stop you.

"I'm fine. Really" He said with a chuckle

"Okay" you said and rubbed your eyes "Are you tired?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Let's go to bed, hm?"

…

You entered the room and quickly Stephen hopped on the bed.

"Let's take you off your clothes mister" you said but Stephen just sat there making you burst into laughter. "Let me help you"

You helped him out of his shirt before stepping back in shock. "Jesus Stephen what happened to you? I thought you won"

"We did Y/N. Please don"t yell" He said sighing, his head hurting already.

"Goodness are you sure you don't need to see a doctor?", you asked unable to shake off your worry.

"I am a doctor and I say I'm fine. I just need some good sleep and my woman not to nag me", he explained and you made a grimace

"Hat was so patriarchal of you Stephen" you mumbled under your breath before falling to your knees to undo your belt.

"It did shut your mouth though didn't it?" You glared at him and forcefully took off his boots.

"You can't imagine how awful today was", he said bringing his hand to rub his forehead, his tone now serious.

You hated seeing him like this. In pain and exhausted. Watching him go each time was hard but having him back telling you stories about violence and death and then when he noticed how worried you looked laughing it off never got easier. And then the next days never actually being there, his mind always wandering off to the memories of the previous days. He never let you comfort him however, lying that everything was fine when deep down you knew those kind of mission were hard for anyone to deal with. Battle scars weren't always that obvious and that's what make them so hard to heal.

"Let me make you feel good" you suddenly said and he raised his gaze in question. "Just let me help you feel nice"

"I'm really sorry but I can't tonight-"

"You don't have to do anything. Just let me take care of you for once, help you relax, keep you warm for the night" a devious smile appeared on your face as you spoke "You know"

"You don't have to we can just go to sleep and-Y/N" a low groan vibrated from his chest, not much like a warning but an evidence of his exhaustion.

"I told you, you don't have to do anything. Just let me take care of you", you whispered and continued to slowly pull down his pants.

His head sunk down into the pillow and with sleepless red eyes he stared at the ceiling, too tired to lie to you, pretending he didn't need you.

Have actually thought of all the places he would fuck you the moment he would get home. You know for motivation.

Taking his semi-hard cock into your little hands, you lazily stroked it though you knew he was already hard the moment he found you with only a tank top and your panties on the couch.

His girthy cock, hard against his stomach with precum leaking down length and the reddened head aching for you to take it into your warm mouth, god.

"Can I please take it into my mouth?" Stephen looked down at you and he could literally get choked into his own words with how you pouted at him with confused big dove eyes, pleading for permission.

You little minx.

"Please do" He breathed heavily and a sly grin formed in your face, before you opened wide your mouth and approached his cock only to take in just the head.

With your tongue you flicked over around his fat tip, making Stephen twitch and clench his grip, trying to make as less noise as possible. Taking it out of your mouth you leaked a strip up his cock and with the other hand you fondled his balls, making his muscular thighs flinched and him sit up.

"God, you're doing so good for me" He praises he kept one reassuring hand at the back of your head, slowly rubbing it.

Proud for making him feel good, you dipped your head further, leaking the underside veins that ran on his length. Stephen violently grabbed the white mattress, his knuckles turning white as he suppressed his moans.

"Don't hold back" you said, noticing the deep frown on his face and once you said it he let out a low groan that if you weren't the reason you would think he was in pain.

"You're such a good boy Stephen, you deserve it so much" you whispered seductively, fluttering your long lashes to him, even though you knew he had been staring to your breast.

"Fuck" He groaned once you poped a sloppy kiss on the bulbous tip of his cock, teasing the hell out of him.

"Please" He begged his knuckles aching by how hard he was clenching the sheets. "Please just-"

"Please what?" You asked in the most innocent yet sinister way possible."I won't do it if you don't say it Stephen"

"Fuck me", he pleaded desperately as if he was dying.

"Fine. But only because you're tired" you said and taking a deep breath you quickly shaved his fat cock into your mouth. Animalistic growls followed by unholy words and promises filled the room and you could already feel your panties sticking to your skin.

Your eyes watered as you tried to find a way of breathing, feeling him deep in the back of your throat.

"Are you alright?", he managed to ask even thought he was too lost into the wamrth of your lips that was now around all of his length.

You stop for a few seconds before starting to suck him again. Drool spilled through the corners of your mouth, and his hand find his place jn the back of your head, guiding your mouth into speeding up and down movements.

"Fuck"he whispered his lips parting "This feels so good sweetheart. So good", he and you could tell by how tight his balls got that he was close.

Tears spilled down your face as you struggled to take him and Stephen could swear he would cum just by that. Your mouth felt pure heaven to his aching cock, making any othe thought simply dissappear.

Hollowing your cheeks you felt yourself gagging and his pantings getting louder.

"Please I-" He started but was unable to form a single sentence. You nodded approvingly and he slowly starting thrusting into your mouth.

Hot seed spilled into your mouth and you swallowed. With slow and steady pace you bobed your head, sucking dry his sensitive cock.

Suddenly he jerked back pushing your head away from him, too tense. You watched as his beautiful naked body laid back,his chest rising up as he panted heavily.

"You're so fucking amazing" He huffed once his breath became steady again.

"Why don't you take off your panties too?"

"I thought you were tired", you chuckled softly, though the idea of him fucking you didn't sound that bad. If there was one positive about the whole go-on-deadly-missions-save-the-world then it was certainly how rough Stephen got in bed, the once fear of never seeing you again turning into unsatisfied lust and need.

"Why you don't want to?"

"No!" You exclaimed "No I do what to but no we won't do anything. You're hurt. Also I'm sleepy"

"Alright then. What about you just gonna fulfill your promise and keep me warm for the night?", he suggested and you rolled your eyes knowing you couldnt change his mind.

"Fine you little brat." You smirked to yourself before quickly pulling down your panties in once."But no funny business during the night"

Throwing your ruined panties in the other side of the room you stood over his legs you and with your hands you lined up your bare pussy with his cock before sunk into it.

Your jaw dropped as you groaned together, your wet walls hugging him tightly. His hands hungrily roamed over your body before lustfully taking off your shirt, exposing your warm breast to the cold room.

"C'me here here" with his hands just under your tits on the side of your ribs he pulled you to lay down onto him.

He groaned slightly once your bodies touched. "Are you alright?", worried you asked, forgetting about his sore body.

"Sure, sure I can handle you. It wont be the first time" He said and you laid down.

Pulling the blanket over your naked bodies, you nuzzled your face onto his neck and he pressed a kiss on the top of your head.

"You know I'm worried sick when you're out, right?" you mumbled and with his hand on the back ofcyour head he pulled you closer.

"I know darling, I know" He muttered giving you another kiss.

"Then why-"

"I have to" He absurdly cut you off and you stied quiet "I'm sorry"

"I know you're right" you slightly sat up But what can I say? I suppose I just want to lock you into the house turn you into my little housewife" you said making him laugh.

"So you admit my exceptional cooking abilities"

"Never"you said dramatically before popping him a kiss on the nose "Let's sleep now"

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Bonus: Stephen was unable to sleep while being inside you so in the middle of the night he eats you out till you wake up and then fucks you like he should

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Reflections || Prologue

Pairing : Stephen Strange x Reader

Summery : after the blip Stephen has to face one more enemy; his feelings for you

Warnings : idiots in love, Stephen being in denial about his feelings, blip trauma, fluff that will potentially turn into angst (you know me)

So this is the prologue of this idea based on this ask that instead of a one-shot I decided to make into a series. This part is written from Stephen's point of view.

Stephen Strange had been many things in his life. An excellent example of a student according to his professors, one of the most well acclaimed neurosurgeons the world has ever known,a cocky asshole according to his coworkers, a womanizer according to all of his ex (heartless dick was the term used more often)But what he did not expect to be was a hero.

Stephen Strange was a universal hero, saving not only half of earth's but the universe's population. Now little children drew pictures of him, dressed up like him for halloween, people asked for photos and autographs they even made pages dedicated to him on social media. He was known, loved, admired, recognised by millions and if you excluded the blip his life was a dream. For a man like him who sought perfection in each ascept, in every little detail of his life, it all was a dream, his world was some short of utopia.

And then you came into the picture. You, you, lovely you who just had to turn his world upside down.

Don't get him wrong, he didn't hate you. How could he (that didn't mean he hadn't tried in the past). But how you made him feel was just enough to destroy everything. Well who is he kidding?

The truth was that he hated it. Everything that revolved or had anything to do with you he simply hated it. How his stomach twisted every time he smelled your perfume, that painful feeling of anticipation when he was to see you, how his palms get sweaty when you were around,how he smiled with the mere thought of you, how his heart beated uncontrollable when he talked with you at the point of paining him so much he just wanted to rip it out of his chest.

No, he hated it with all his heart. Utterly and completely. Perfection was about control and the way those feelings struck him was everything against it. There was no control in falling in love, how the heart suddenly got a mind of its own, how it defied logic, how it made him act like a seven year old stuttering and tripping over his words

(but it made you laugh. Humiliating but perhaps worth it)

To his eyes Stephen was nothing great but escpecially when it came to the matters of his heart he was also a coward.

"Good morning" he snapped himself out of his thoughts entering the kitchen where you had already woken up early and made tea.

"Oh hi" you beamed him a smile and he violently bit down his tongue to hold himself from smiling back. "Want some tea?" Stephen hummed, unable to talk, eyeing you quietly up and down however your every careful and precise move as you made him his tea (as always choosing his favorite cup, adding the perfect amount of honey just like he liked it).

You had known him many years (not so many without the blip but still), living with him in the Sanctum his apprentice he liked to call you thought you were practicing the mystic arts a long time before he did. You weren't friends, he wouldn't use that word. You were patient and understanding with him at the first period of his studies but after becoming Sorcerer Supreme for some reasons you still kept your distance.

Only for everything to chance with the blip. After coming back everything was different alongside you too, no matter how much you both tried to cling onto who you used to be. Things had changed because of the desperate need to connect with something somewhat stable he could perhaps call you now a friend.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked

"Yeah, you?"

He knew you were lying. There was a very specific type of uncomfortness clouded over the futures of your face each time you lied, an easy to spot uneasiness he had come to easily recognise after times of observing your beautiful face. He couldn't really blame you though. After five years being blipped he too avoided closing his eyes, afraid he'd be dragged back into that cold darkness.

"Yes" he said, his hands reaching for the cup you held to him, your hands accidentally brushing against each other for a mere moment enough however to memorize that softness of your touch.

"Thank you Y/N" finally he said and only now you met his gaze.

He could say your name a million times, repeat it for an eternity and never get bored of its godly sound.

Every morning it was the same dream, the same nightmare. You in the kitchen making his tea so beautiful, so lovely,warm, so oblivious of the caos you caused inside of him, so close to him you were almost his. Until he said your name and brought himself back to reality. And just like that you felt cold, distant , putting him so far from you in the most cruel way keeping him away. You stood so close to him yet you weren't his, perhaps you'd never be.

His heart once again beated faster than he could catch on while his thoughts tripped over one another, all the things he wanted to tell you, all the things he couldn't say becoming a mess as he starred into your eyes. Before finally saying in a surprisingly calm and steady voice "You know you can wake me up and you can't sleep right?"

"Am I interrupting something?" Suddenly Wong walked in, uncomfortably standing in the middle of the kitchen looking at you two as with his entress you immediately broke eye contact, one of you staring at the floor while the other at the ceiling.

"No. I was just gonna check those books you asked me to" you quickly said, leaving your cup on the counter before hastily walking away from them.

Wong observed as Stephen's eyes drafted on your back followed your figure till you completely got out of the room, like a sad puppy staring at its owner leaving them at home and leaving. He fakely coughed trying to get his friends attention back to him.

"What?"

"You're such an idiot"

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Being Taken Care Of

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Summery: Stephen returns after an exhausting mission so you decide to take care of him

Warnings: MDI, +18, Oral (m receiving), sub(kinda)!Stephen, dom!reader, slight cockwarming, sammophilia(just mentioned)

With a deep inhale Stephen stepped out of the red sparkling ring finally getting home. His ribs and spine were in pure pain and he couldnt wait to getto his warm bed and have you cuddle onto him through the night.

It had been everythinghe was thinking today.

Taking off his cloak he sent it off before lumbering into the Sanctorum searching for you.

You've always waited for him when he was out for a mission, trying everything to stay up all night unable to sleep knowing he was out there in danger or that he might get hurt or worse. Just the mere thought of him not coming back was enough to keep you awake.

So ever since he joined the Avengers and went on missions he returned to you laying in the couch half asleep yet the moment he stepped into the room you ran to him wrapping yourself onto him asking a million questions, glad that he was home.

"Y/N?" He called your name but he received no answer, making him worried. There was no way you hadn't waited for him.

Deciding to go look to the living room he found you laying on the couch, peacefully sleeping with a pillow between your legs.

"Hello there" He smiled, gently pushing a few strands of hair out of your eyes.

"Stephen?", your voice muffled as you shoved your face to the pillow, your eyes too sensitive to the light. Hesitantly you blinked a couple times till Stephen's face stopped looking blurry.

"What happened?" Quickly you sat up noticing the fresh scar at his cheekbone. "Are you alright? When did you get back? Are you hurt? Oh god i fell asleep!"

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Just slightly brushed"

"Where? Let me see" You tried to push aside his clothes to see, not believing him but beckre you could do anything he grabbed your hands to stop you.

"I'm fine. Really" He said with a chuckle

"Okay" you said and rubbed your eyes "Are you tired?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Let's go to bed, hm?"

…

You entered the room and quickly Stephen hopped on the bed.

"Let's take you off your clothes mister" you said but Stephen just sat there making you burst into laughter. "Let me help you"

You helped him out of his shirt before stepping back in shock. "Jesus Stephen what happened to you? I thought you won"

"We did Y/N. Please don"t yell" He said sighing, his head hurting already.

"Goodness are you sure you don't need to see a doctor?", you asked unable to shake off your worry.

"I am a doctor and I say I'm fine. I just need some good sleep and my woman not to nag me", he explained and you made a grimace

"Hat was so patriarchal of you Stephen" you mumbled under your breath before falling to your knees to undo your belt.

"It did shut your mouth though didn't it?" You glared at him and forcefully took off his boots.

"You can't imagine how awful today was", he said bringing his hand to rub his forehead, his tone now serious.

You hated seeing him like this. In pain and exhausted. Watching him go each time was hard but having him back telling you stories about violence and death and then when he noticed how worried you looked laughing it off never got easier. And then the next days never actually being there, his mind always wandering off to the memories of the previous days. He never let you comfort him however, lying that everything was fine when deep down you knew those kind of mission were hard for anyone to deal with. Battle scars weren't always that obvious and that's what make them so hard to heal.

"Let me make you feel good" you suddenly said and he raised his gaze in question. "Just let me help you feel nice"

"I'm really sorry but I can't tonight-"

"You don't have to do anything. Just let me take care of you for once, help you relax, keep you warm for the night" a devious smile appeared on your face as you spoke "You know"

"You don't have to we can just go to sleep and-Y/N" a low groan vibrated from his chest, not much like a warning but an evidence of his exhaustion.

"I told you, you don't have to do anything. Just let me take care of you", you whispered and continued to slowly pull down his pants.

His head sunk down into the pillow and with sleepless red eyes he stared at the ceiling, too tired to lie to you, pretending he didn't need you.

Have actually thought of all the places he would fuck you the moment he would get home. You know for motivation.

Taking his semi-hard cock into your little hands, you lazily stroked it though you knew he was already hard the moment he found you with only a tank top and your panties on the couch.

His girthy cock, hard against his stomach with precum leaking down length and the reddened head aching for you to take it into your warm mouth, god.

"Can I please take it into my mouth?" Stephen looked down at you and he could literally get choked into his own words with how you pouted at him with confused big dove eyes, pleading for permission.

You little minx.

"Please do" He breathed heavily and a sly grin formed in your face, before you opened wide your mouth and approached his cock only to take in just the head.

With your tongue you flicked over around his fat tip, making Stephen twitch and clench his grip, trying to make as less noise as possible. Taking it out of your mouth you leaked a strip up his cock and with the other hand you fondled his balls, making his muscular thighs flinched and him sit up.

"God, you're doing so good for me" He praises he kept one reassuring hand at the back of your head, slowly rubbing it.

Proud for making him feel good, you dipped your head further, leaking the underside veins that ran on his length. Stephen violently grabbed the white mattress, his knuckles turning white as he suppressed his moans.

"Don't hold back" you said, noticing the deep frown on his face and once you said it he let out a low groan that if you weren't the reason you would think he was in pain.

"You're such a good boy Stephen, you deserve it so much" you whispered seductively, fluttering your long lashes to him, even though you knew he had been staring to your breast.

"Fuck" He groaned once you poped a sloppy kiss on the bulbous tip of his cock, teasing the hell out of him.

"Please" He begged his knuckles aching by how hard he was clenching the sheets. "Please just-"

"Please what?" You asked in the most innocent yet sinister way possible."I won't do it if you don't say it Stephen"

"Fuck me", he pleaded desperately as if he was dying.

"Fine. But only because you're tired" you said and taking a deep breath you quickly shaved his fat cock into your mouth. Animalistic growls followed by unholy words and promises filled the room and you could already feel your panties sticking to your skin.

Your eyes watered as you tried to find a way of breathing, feeling him deep in the back of your throat.

"Are you alright?", he managed to ask even thought he was too lost into the wamrth of your lips that was now around all of his length.

You stop for a few seconds before starting to suck him again. Drool spilled through the corners of your mouth, and his hand find his place jn the back of your head, guiding your mouth into speeding up and down movements.

"Fuck"he whispered his lips parting "This feels so good sweetheart. So good", he and you could tell by how tight his balls got that he was close.

Tears spilled down your face as you struggled to take him and Stephen could swear he would cum just by that. Your mouth felt pure heaven to his aching cock, making any othe thought simply dissappear.

Hollowing your cheeks you felt yourself gagging and his pantings getting louder.

"Please I-" He started but was unable to form a single sentence. You nodded approvingly and he slowly starting thrusting into your mouth.

Hot seed spilled into your mouth and you swallowed. With slow and steady pace you bobed your head, sucking dry his sensitive cock.

Suddenly he jerked back pushing your head away from him, too tense. You watched as his beautiful naked body laid back,his chest rising up as he panted heavily.

"You're so fucking amazing" He huffed once his breath became steady again.

"Why don't you take off your panties too?"

"I thought you were tired", you chuckled softly, though the idea of him fucking you didn't sound that bad. If there was one positive about the whole go-on-deadly-missions-save-the-world then it was certainly how rough Stephen got in bed, the once fear of never seeing you again turning into unsatisfied lust and need.

"Why you don't want to?"

"No!" You exclaimed "No I do what to but no we won't do anything. You're hurt. Also I'm sleepy"

"Alright then. What about you just gonna fulfill your promise and keep me warm for the night?", he suggested and you rolled your eyes knowing you couldnt change his mind.

"Fine you little brat." You smirked to yourself before quickly pulling down your panties in once."But no funny business during the night"

Throwing your ruined panties in the other side of the room you stood over his legs you and with your hands you lined up your bare pussy with his cock before sunk into it.

Your jaw dropped as you groaned together, your wet walls hugging him tightly. His hands hungrily roamed over your body before lustfully taking off your shirt, exposing your warm breast to the cold room.

"C'me here here" with his hands just under your tits on the side of your ribs he pulled you to lay down onto him.

He groaned slightly once your bodies touched. "Are you alright?", worried you asked, forgetting about his sore body.

"Sure, sure I can handle you. It wont be the first time" He said and you laid down.

Pulling the blanket over your naked bodies, you nuzzled your face onto his neck and he pressed a kiss on the top of your head.

"You know I'm worried sick when you're out, right?" you mumbled and with his hand on the back ofcyour head he pulled you closer.

"I know darling, I know" He muttered giving you another kiss.

"Then why-"

"I have to" He absurdly cut you off and you stied quiet "I'm sorry"

"I know you're right" you slightly sat up But what can I say? I suppose I just want to lock you into the house turn you into my little housewife" you said making him laugh.

"So you admit my exceptional cooking abilities"

"Never"you said dramatically before popping him a kiss on the nose "Let's sleep now"

.

.

.

Bonus: Stephen was unable to sleep while being inside you so in the middle of the night he eats you out till you wake up and then fucks you like he should

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The 1

part 1

Pairing: Stephen Strange x reader

Warnings: kinda angsty, unedited (also im sick so im not overly proud of it, I wished I could say choosing her birthday is a coincidence but it realy isn’t ,for my swifties out there you should listen to illicit affairs, exile, betty, this is me trying-okay thats it)

summery: after years after the breakup Stephen finds you hoping you’ll forgive him

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The 1

part 2

Warnings : just pure angst, cheating 

Summery: your relationship with Stephen through the years till the day you decide to suprise him for his birthday only it was him who suprised you.

You can’t imagine how many times I put on Folklore while writing this.

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me seeing a ship I hate because it has my favorite character in it

like, you belong to the x reader, you OUR fictional character 😢

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Benedict Cumberbatch as Stuart Couch THE MAURITANIAN (2021)

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Benedict Cumberbatch at the London premiere of "ERIC"

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Benedict promoting "ERIC"

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Benedict Cumberbatch promoting "ERIC" on Today Australia

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BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH´s hands through his characters.

✦ GIFTOBER 2023 | Day 23/31: Hands.🖐

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Being Taken Care Of

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Summery: Stephen returns after an exhausting mission so you decide to take care of him

Warnings: MDI, +18, Oral (m receiving), sub(kinda)!Stephen, dom!reader, slight cockwarming, sammophilia(just mentioned)

With a deep inhale Stephen stepped out of the red sparkling ring finally getting home. His ribs and spine were in pure pain and he couldnt wait to getto his warm bed and have you cuddle onto him through the night.

It had been everythinghe was thinking today.

Taking off his cloak he sent it off before lumbering into the Sanctorum searching for you.

You've always waited for him when he was out for a mission, trying everything to stay up all night unable to sleep knowing he was out there in danger or that he might get hurt or worse. Just the mere thought of him not coming back was enough to keep you awake.

So ever since he joined the Avengers and went on missions he returned to you laying in the couch half asleep yet the moment he stepped into the room you ran to him wrapping yourself onto him asking a million questions, glad that he was home.

"Y/N?" He called your name but he received no answer, making him worried. There was no way you hadn't waited for him.

Deciding to go look to the living room he found you laying on the couch, peacefully sleeping with a pillow between your legs.

"Hello there" He smiled, gently pushing a few strands of hair out of your eyes.

"Stephen?", your voice muffled as you shoved your face to the pillow, your eyes too sensitive to the light. Hesitantly you blinked a couple times till Stephen's face stopped looking blurry.

"What happened?" Quickly you sat up noticing the fresh scar at his cheekbone. "Are you alright? When did you get back? Are you hurt? Oh god i fell asleep!"

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Just slightly brushed"

"Where? Let me see" You tried to push aside his clothes to see, not believing him but beckre you could do anything he grabbed your hands to stop you.

"I'm fine. Really" He said with a chuckle

"Okay" you said and rubbed your eyes "Are you tired?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Let's go to bed, hm?"

…

You entered the room and quickly Stephen hopped on the bed.

"Let's take you off your clothes mister" you said but Stephen just sat there making you burst into laughter. "Let me help you"

You helped him out of his shirt before stepping back in shock. "Jesus Stephen what happened to you? I thought you won"

"We did Y/N. Please don"t yell" He said sighing, his head hurting already.

"Goodness are you sure you don't need to see a doctor?", you asked unable to shake off your worry.

"I am a doctor and I say I'm fine. I just need some good sleep and my woman not to nag me", he explained and you made a grimace

"Hat was so patriarchal of you Stephen" you mumbled under your breath before falling to your knees to undo your belt.

"It did shut your mouth though didn't it?" You glared at him and forcefully took off his boots.

"You can't imagine how awful today was", he said bringing his hand to rub his forehead, his tone now serious.

You hated seeing him like this. In pain and exhausted. Watching him go each time was hard but having him back telling you stories about violence and death and then when he noticed how worried you looked laughing it off never got easier. And then the next days never actually being there, his mind always wandering off to the memories of the previous days. He never let you comfort him however, lying that everything was fine when deep down you knew those kind of mission were hard for anyone to deal with. Battle scars weren't always that obvious and that's what make them so hard to heal.

"Let me make you feel good" you suddenly said and he raised his gaze in question. "Just let me help you feel nice"

"I'm really sorry but I can't tonight-"

"You don't have to do anything. Just let me take care of you for once, help you relax, keep you warm for the night" a devious smile appeared on your face as you spoke "You know"

"You don't have to we can just go to sleep and-Y/N" a low groan vibrated from his chest, not much like a warning but an evidence of his exhaustion.

"I told you, you don't have to do anything. Just let me take care of you", you whispered and continued to slowly pull down his pants.

His head sunk down into the pillow and with sleepless red eyes he stared at the ceiling, too tired to lie to you, pretending he didn't need you.

Have actually thought of all the places he would fuck you the moment he would get home. You know for motivation.

Taking his semi-hard cock into your little hands, you lazily stroked it though you knew he was already hard the moment he found you with only a tank top and your panties on the couch.

His girthy cock, hard against his stomach with precum leaking down length and the reddened head aching for you to take it into your warm mouth, god.

"Can I please take it into my mouth?" Stephen looked down at you and he could literally get choked into his own words with how you pouted at him with confused big dove eyes, pleading for permission.

You little minx.

"Please do" He breathed heavily and a sly grin formed in your face, before you opened wide your mouth and approached his cock only to take in just the head.

With your tongue you flicked over around his fat tip, making Stephen twitch and clench his grip, trying to make as less noise as possible. Taking it out of your mouth you leaked a strip up his cock and with the other hand you fondled his balls, making his muscular thighs flinched and him sit up.

"God, you're doing so good for me" He praises he kept one reassuring hand at the back of your head, slowly rubbing it.

Proud for making him feel good, you dipped your head further, leaking the underside veins that ran on his length. Stephen violently grabbed the white mattress, his knuckles turning white as he suppressed his moans.

"Don't hold back" you said, noticing the deep frown on his face and once you said it he let out a low groan that if you weren't the reason you would think he was in pain.

"You're such a good boy Stephen, you deserve it so much" you whispered seductively, fluttering your long lashes to him, even though you knew he had been staring to your breast.

"Fuck" He groaned once you poped a sloppy kiss on the bulbous tip of his cock, teasing the hell out of him.

"Please" He begged his knuckles aching by how hard he was clenching the sheets. "Please just-"

"Please what?" You asked in the most innocent yet sinister way possible."I won't do it if you don't say it Stephen"

"Fuck me", he pleaded desperately as if he was dying.

"Fine. But only because you're tired" you said and taking a deep breath you quickly shaved his fat cock into your mouth. Animalistic growls followed by unholy words and promises filled the room and you could already feel your panties sticking to your skin.

Your eyes watered as you tried to find a way of breathing, feeling him deep in the back of your throat.

"Are you alright?", he managed to ask even thought he was too lost into the wamrth of your lips that was now around all of his length.

You stop for a few seconds before starting to suck him again. Drool spilled through the corners of your mouth, and his hand find his place jn the back of your head, guiding your mouth into speeding up and down movements.

"Fuck"he whispered his lips parting "This feels so good sweetheart. So good", he and you could tell by how tight his balls got that he was close.

Tears spilled down your face as you struggled to take him and Stephen could swear he would cum just by that. Your mouth felt pure heaven to his aching cock, making any othe thought simply dissappear.

Hollowing your cheeks you felt yourself gagging and his pantings getting louder.

"Please I-" He started but was unable to form a single sentence. You nodded approvingly and he slowly starting thrusting into your mouth.

Hot seed spilled into your mouth and you swallowed. With slow and steady pace you bobed your head, sucking dry his sensitive cock.

Suddenly he jerked back pushing your head away from him, too tense. You watched as his beautiful naked body laid back,his chest rising up as he panted heavily.

"You're so fucking amazing" He huffed once his breath became steady again.

"Why don't you take off your panties too?"

"I thought you were tired", you chuckled softly, though the idea of him fucking you didn't sound that bad. If there was one positive about the whole go-on-deadly-missions-save-the-world then it was certainly how rough Stephen got in bed, the once fear of never seeing you again turning into unsatisfied lust and need.

"Why you don't want to?"

"No!" You exclaimed "No I do what to but no we won't do anything. You're hurt. Also I'm sleepy"

"Alright then. What about you just gonna fulfill your promise and keep me warm for the night?", he suggested and you rolled your eyes knowing you couldnt change his mind.

"Fine you little brat." You smirked to yourself before quickly pulling down your panties in once."But no funny business during the night"

Throwing your ruined panties in the other side of the room you stood over his legs you and with your hands you lined up your bare pussy with his cock before sunk into it.

Your jaw dropped as you groaned together, your wet walls hugging him tightly. His hands hungrily roamed over your body before lustfully taking off your shirt, exposing your warm breast to the cold room.

"C'me here here" with his hands just under your tits on the side of your ribs he pulled you to lay down onto him.

He groaned slightly once your bodies touched. "Are you alright?", worried you asked, forgetting about his sore body.

"Sure, sure I can handle you. It wont be the first time" He said and you laid down.

Pulling the blanket over your naked bodies, you nuzzled your face onto his neck and he pressed a kiss on the top of your head.

"You know I'm worried sick when you're out, right?" you mumbled and with his hand on the back ofcyour head he pulled you closer.

"I know darling, I know" He muttered giving you another kiss.

"Then why-"

"I have to" He absurdly cut you off and you stied quiet "I'm sorry"

"I know you're right" you slightly sat up But what can I say? I suppose I just want to lock you into the house turn you into my little housewife" you said making him laugh.

"So you admit my exceptional cooking abilities"

"Never"you said dramatically before popping him a kiss on the nose "Let's sleep now"

.

.

.

Bonus: Stephen was unable to sleep while being inside you so in the middle of the night he eats you out till you wake up and then fucks you like he should