#Dr stephen Strange oneshot

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Pivot | Dr Strange x Y/N

In continuation of 'I can help with that'

Masterlist

W/N: Keeping up with the ideas sent by @lady-harvey and @thearcadeyel in the DM, things keep pivoting between...

Warnings: Absolutely 18+

I could melt, Stephen thought as he silently slid under the covers. He had long forgotten what it would be like to return home after work to find someone warm and beautiful waiting in bed for him.

Y/N mumbled and churned, feeling the dip. She had finally retreated to sleep after her roommate didn’t pick up her calls nor Stephen seemed to return soon. She sighed as gentle fingers caressed her fuzzy hair.

He felt a bit of disappointment when his arms pulled her closer to his chest. Fucking piece of cloth. But it soon followed a wave of guilt. He had left her without a word halfway through… It wasn’t entirely his fault, was it? Wong had held him up longer than it was required. He let out a breath, glancing outside the window. The sky was still filled with the black fog. It will clear out soon now that we have sent those creatures back to their dimension.  

Y/N blinked several times trying to adjust to the light. She remained still, silently watching him stare somewhere, jaw clenched, lost in thoughts, feeling his fingers draw light patterns against the shirt. Even with the messy hair and few dull red cuts across his face he undeniably- She shot up abruptly as the realisation of the events of the past hours coursed through her.

“Sweetheart,” Stephen began, unsure of her thoughts and emotions, “I’m sorry about last night. There were things from other dimensions. I had to go…”

“It was alright. I mean, it was literal life and death, right?”

“Yeah, but—”

“Then I can wait. I’m not that important.”

Faint amusement darted through his weary eyes. “Thanks for the understanding.”

He toyed with the collar of the shirt she was wearing. His shirt, technically. “I thought I left you naked.”

“Naked and aroused,” she corrected.

He hummed and ran a thumb down her neck and in between the valley of her clothed breasts. Her nipples pebbled in anticipation.

“This is not appropriate,” he said, undoing the first button and sweet baby Jesus, she threatened to liquefy under his intense, scolding stare. “This has to come off. Did you try to leave?”

“I had wanted to,” she breathed as his thumbs circled her nipples for a moment.

He noticed the use of past tense and nodded. “Good,” he muttered, pinching her pebbled flesh between his fingers, “It will take some time to clear out the mist. Everyone had been instructed to stay indoors until then. ” It was then she noticed the dark gloomy night instead of the bright sunny morning.

Then he just grabbed handfuls of her aching breasts and crushed them between his palms.

She shoved him away. Then she put her hands on his shoulders, straddling him, her tits were right at his face, and he leaned forward, nuzzling between them. Stephen closed his eyes, mouth drifting towards her nipple. His lips parted over it and latched to it like a newborn’s. 

She arched at the suction and he put his hands on her back so she couldn't get away. She groaned, so aroused by alternate waves of suction and his tongue swirling around it, she squirmed in his lap.

He held her down, shifting his attention to the other nipple.

His tongue languidly swirled in circles around the pigmented skin until the skin was drawn as tight as possible. Drawing in a cold breath through his mouth, he flicked his tongue against the bundle of nerves.

She whimpered and pressed herself further into him. He grinned, looking up at her, one hand travelling between them, rubbing circles on her lower abdomen. Eyes closed, her head tipped towards the ceiling, getting lost in the sensations. He returned to sucking her gently before tugging it in between his teeth.

As he felt her body tense up, he sucked harder, nibbling  - driving her into madness.

“I n-need you in me.”

Stephen pulled back and set her loose. “Condoms’ in the bottom drawer,” he informed, leaning back on the headboard.

Y/N leaned down, opened the said drawer and sucked in a sharp breath glancing at the contents. She had never been much into toys. And he had quite the collection. She grabbed the least complicated appliances of all and a bottle of lube.

“I have never tried this before but… the idea… I would like to try this,” she said toying with the cuffs and the cockring.

Strange smiled at her, “Anything that makes you happy baby girl.” He kissed her one more time, tugging at the cuffs.

“What?” He asked, confused when Y/N didn’t hand them over.

“I wasn’t thinking about myself tied to your bed. I want to restrain you.”

He was swept away by utter bewilderment. No one had done that. To him. Ever. I have always been the giver. Never the taker, he thought. He has been so lost he didn’t realise she had already cuffed one of his wrists to the bedpost until Y/N tugged at his other one.

“Besides, I think it’s fair after what you did to me.”

“Fuck,” Stephen muttered under his breath, straining the restraints, “Thought I was already forgiven.”

“You are. This is a penance.”

“Fine, have me as you like,” he snorted.

She smiled, settling in between his legs and leaned in to kiss which he happily complied. He groaned into her mouth as she slid her hand down his chest and squeezed his growing erection through the sweatpants.

She pulled back only to let her lips roam around his neck, shoulder and chest. Working her way up, she blew a warm breath over his ears, kissing the shell while her fingers gently pinched and teased his nipples.

“Jesus,” Stephen moaned, “Woman where have you been all these years?”

Y/N smiled, resting her hands at his waist, teasing the waistband of his pants, “Learning the anatomy of pleasing you.”

Stephen chuckled, raising his hips for her to pull down the pants. He sighed in relief as his cock sprang free.

She bit her lip at his knowing smirk, lubed him and slid the ring to the base of his shaft. He was big. And thick, she thought, lowering herself on her stomach as she pumped him before turning on the vibrations.

He groaned, the muscles of his leg going all stiff as her tongue darted out and swirled around the head. She continued to lick, peppering kisses, along the length of him. He hissed, buckling his hips, as her mouth licked and sucked his balls.

Y/N smiled, stepping up the speed of vibrations.

“I might lose my patience and use- fuck.”

She took as much as possible of him in one swift go. Her eyes watched him throwing his head back and wincing upon hitting the headboard. I’ll never forget this one. She had been nervous - Would I be able to give him enough pleasure with so little experience? However as her mouth squeezed, caressing up and down, satisfaction burned on his handsome face.

Stephen sat there entrapped, watching her head bobbing, one hand stroking what length of him she couldn't fit in her mouth and the vibrating ring… He continued tugging now and then against the hard metal of the handcuffs even though the wrists burned in pain. He never thought he would like this so much. Oh, her nails, dug into his thigh.

“You're taking me so well, sweetheart-,”

He took a sharp breath, gasping as he felt her teeth gaze at him very gently. She looked up at him, all doe-eyed, flickering her tongue on the underside of his cock.

He wanted to break free, caress her hollowed cheeks, pull her hair to the back, and wantonly fuck that mouth. “Oh, my,” he grunted, feeling himself near the base of her throat. His hips thrusted of their own accord. “I’m so close.”

Y/N stopped immediately. “No,” he cried out at her. She gave him a slow, devilish grin. And sat up, scrambling away from him. It took a tremendous amount of effort when every bit of her ached for him.

“What are you doing?” he grumbled watching her climb out of the bed, relaxing into one of the armchairs beside the bed, across the fireplace.

“I’ll let you come only when you beg nicely.”

“I don’t beg,” Stephen snapped.

Y/N shrugged. She flaunted the control before turning down the strength of the vibrations.

Stephen strained his neck as he continued to glare at her. “You’ll be punished for this baby girl.”

She gulped looking at his darkened eyes. “I-is that so?” Don't be intimidated, she reminded herself.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then ran her hand down her stomach and in between her legs. She spread her knees and slowly began touching herself. She closed her eyes, knowing that he was watching her every movement, she imagined it was his fingers stroking the bundle of nerves. She smiled wider when she slipped her fingers into her slick slit.

How have I turned into such sex hungry woman?

“I could do better,” he voiced once she started to whimper. She wanted him to but she didn’t want to halt now. Not when she-

She shivered as the wave of heat washed over her.

When she opened her eyes, Stephen was staring at her hungrily, but strangely patient. “Since you are done with yourself, you might finish what you’d started,” he said with a pointed look. “Please,” he added.

Y/N sighed. Still, a little wobbly from the orgasm, she settled in between his legs. He relaxed back watching her slide off the cockring. She wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, squeezing him, while her tongue played around following each line, curve and crevice, as he was the most teasing appetiser imaginable.

Stephen let out a deep low moan, thrusting his hips upwards.

He cursed under his breath as her mouth sheathed him, working him up again.

“Y/N,” he grunted, thrusting his hips in a slow rhythm. Leaving his cock, her hand rubbed his thighs before cupping the balls.

“Don’t stop,” Stephen whimpered as she quickened the pace.

“You look so pretty like this. Guess you’d look better only when my cock goes rampant in that pussy.”

He had been silent most of the time except for the few noises he made, she almost choked at his filthy words. Looking up at him she couldn't think it possible, but those light grey eyes darkened even further when her fingers trailed below his scrotum, applying subtle pressure around the perineum. He jerked in her mouth when she found his sweet spot.

“Yeah,” he moaned, “S-so close.”

Amazed by her own boldness, she stroked him harder.

His insides were screaming guttural exhilaration. He was sure he would go crazy by the time they were going to finish. His hips jerked unsteadily, grinding against her mouth until everything stilled.

It was more and more. Tears welled at the corners of her eyes as she choked on the sheer volume of his semen. Her throat was already full and his ejaculation was nowhere near an end. Lots of it, as if he hadn’t come in months, years, maybe never.

“That was ethereal,” he breathed, “you tortured me so sweetly…”

Y/N smiled, wiping away the drips of cum lining her mouth. “I’m glad you liked it,” she sat up and kissed him. It was slow and gentle at first, their lips moving languidly. When he kissed her harder, she threaded her hands through his hair, pressing herself further against his hot, slick body.

He cast a simple spell after it was too much to bear. She grasped when hands clutched her waist, moving her around. He settled her amongst the pillows. “You have no idea what it took not to break free of those cuffs and fuck you as animals do.”

However before she could say anything he reached beneath, pinching her clit hard, until it hardly even felt like it was a special nub, but something else entirely. “Now, it's my turn to return the favour.” His looming figure left to reach out into the drawers. He snapped his fingers and a red cloth blinded her. “And torment you in the sweetest way possible.”

Stephen stroked her thighs, gradually sliding his hand up until he touched that heated core of her womanhood.

“Oh, doctor!”

“Do you like that, baby?”

She nodded wordlessly.

He put his head between her legs, nuzzling at first. His beard was a little rough on the insides of her thighs. He stroked her with skilful fingers. Then with his lips, and his tongue, he struck fire. A slow, fat lick brought his tongue to her aching button, and as soon as he touched tip to tip, white light exploded through her. His skilful tongue rubbed, nudged, and poked in a rhythm like a giant pulse. She cried out in astonishment, in appreciation at being touched in that right place.

Y/N’s legs twined about his head and shoulders desperately, she was beginning to buck her hips, beginning to come. She bit her lip to suppress a moan as her skin exploded into flames. Holy fuck, Stephen.

“Let me hear those noises, sweetheart,” he crooned against her sensitive flesh, making her wither under his subsequent licks.

She moaned gutturally, her hands grasping fistfuls of the sheet on either side of her hips as a shudder shook her head to toe.

Stephen smiled and gently began to pet her with his fingers. He glided one finger along the gaping cleft, then very slowly and gently penetrated her. Y/N whimpered. He touched her lightly at first, testing her with one finger, moving carefully. Then he stretched her with two fingers, curling them upward as his thumb began to rub tiny circles. He never took his eyes away from her, listening to her breathing speed as his curled fingers found her spot inside. He bowed his head in admiration, bringing his lips to the top of her inner thigh, teasing her before taking the flesh into his mouth and sucking with abandon, while continuing the movements of his hand. It was an extraordinary combination.

Y/N put her own hands on her breasts and her palms rotated the nipples.

He took her again in his mouth until she was weak and quivering, fondling her breasts until they were swollen with hot blood, the nipples stiff.

She tightened even more around his stroking finger and he increased the speed and depth of the thrusts. She reached the peak swiftly, spasms of her pleasure shuddering through her entire body, pelvis rising from the bed as if seeking something in the air.

He reached up his free hand to rub her quivering belly and fondle her breasts. She jerked and made a little sound, and he raised his head to look down at her. Heat bloomed over her cheeks as his thumb brushed over her nipple.

Yes,” she whispered, all her senses hyper-focused on the overwhelming touches.

Stephen kissed her, his mouth skimming over her taut abdomen. 

“Harder,” she pleaded but he paid no heads.

He was kneading her breast gently, and when his mouth finally reached her nipple and closed over it, she moaned and clutched at his shoulders, her hip bucking against his fingers, her senses nearly drowned by the waves and waves of burning pleasure.

Along with those waves came those strange creatures: gratitude and hunger. Gratitude at being touched in the right place, in the way, at the right time. Hunger for something she was after, something she was trying to achieve, and there was always the danger that she’d miss it, wouldn’t find it, or get hold of it. She couldn’t get enough of him. It felt like a punishment.

A silent invisible wave squeezed and squeezed her hot throbbing sex. She felt her entire abdominal area cramp as it would during her period. It was like the sweet torment he had warned her about. Anytime now, she thought, I would burst like a sea fish held under the tap water.

The entire torrent, the pulsing flood of sensation, sent her over an unseen barrier, and she slid, throbbing, down, down, down into hot squeezing pulsing incognizance.

“Oh my God, Stephen,” she squealed as a spray of fluid came gushing out of her pussy and soaked the sheets beneath them.

“Had told you,” he whispered near her ear, “I could do better.”

After regaining some of her senses, she tugged free of the blindfold. As her eyes adjusted, she saw him emerging from the washroom, drying his hands in a towel.

“I’m so sorry,” Y/N said, tears blurring her vision.

Stephen immediately went to her on the bed and scooped her up into his strong arms. “What's the matter, baby?”

“The bed’s a mess,” she cried, burying her face in her hands, “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s just a little wet, it’s no big deal. Are you…are you embarrassed about squirting?”

He watched her face turn red with shame beneath her hands, and he gently pulled them away from her face, shaking his head at her.

“No, no. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I loved it. It’s so fucking hot. It meant I had given you the most pleasure.”

Once he was sure she was over the edge, he asked her to lie on her stomach and wait for him. He held an unfamiliar bottle, squeezing out a generous amount of lube into his palm, then bending over and rummaging through his toys.

She swallowed hard glancing at the beaded silicone toy, “I couldn't take that…”

“Have you ever tried?”

She shook her head.

“It won't be nasty,” he said, “trust me.”

“I want to but that thing is scary.”

He obliged, tossing it back from where it came and settled, parting her legs.

“Tell me when it gets uncomfortable,” he said, sliding his fingers between her legs. She nodded into the pillow, mumbling okay.

The fingers of his right hand trailed through her cleft, gathering up her arousal, and then continued its indecent path up, slipping between her cheeks. He swirled over the taboo spot, each circle smaller than the previous one until the tip of his index finger was there, pushing gently to gain entrance.

“How does it feel?”

“Weird.”

Her breath came out stuttered. He was naughty and corrupt. But he stopped the movements at once.

“There are a lot of nerve endings here.” His finger resumed its swirling, proving his point. “Trust me sweetheart I won’t be doing anything that could remotely hurt you. And I would stop whenever you want me to.”

“Okay,” she murmured.

A shudder rolled down her body as his finger probed the ring of muscles.

“Squeeze and relax,” he guided.

She did as instructed, making little ‘uhs’, as his finger slipped through the virgin muscles of her asshole.

Shame and euphoria battled in her mind as his finger slowly, gently thrusted in her. Her thoughts swirled wondering how she ended up here. She was supposed to be on the giving end. Giving him penance. Instead, he was in charge, finger fucking her ass.

With no warning, she climbed the cliff and jumped off as heat bloomed from deep within her.

Y/N felt tired and sore but she didn’t care. She couldn’t get enough of him. She wanted him inside her. She wanted the ache. She wanted to squeeze him in. She wanted to watch his face. She wanted him in ways she had never wanted anyone before. It was like something had been invented. By him in that very bed. Or something he had unleashed. It was something raw she couldn’t put her finger on.

Finally, when he returned to her side, she got on top of him like her original plan. Her palms rested on his chest, as her hips moved to press and rub her swollen lips against his groin.

She’d never done it before. And couldn’t really believe she was doing this. It felt like she was in charge.

He watched with a hooded gaze as she reached back, held him and tried to put him in.

“Condom,” he reminded her but she denied it.

“I’m clean of STDs if that’s what you are worried about,” she spoke, guiding him in. She was so hot and wet, he slipped in faster and deeper than she anticipated.

“The way you came over my fingers, I can guarantee that you have barely ever fucked anyone.”

She snorted and squeezed her muscles making him hiss.

“I don't want you to get preg-”

“I’m on birth control for medical reasons.” She squeezed him again, “Can you come? Just from this?”

Stephen smirked. “I might if you try harder and longer.”

She continued to clench around him, rotating her hips, and rocking softly until he went mad. He bucked, splitting her in two. His hand flew to her waist, holding her body, lifted her off and drove her down impaling on his cock.

One thrust was enough to have her addicted, he knew that well, so he let his hands rest under his head.

She repeated the action, again and again, ramming herself down on him. Her thighs burned with the exertion. Sweat dampened her forehead and hair as she rode him, her breasts bouncing between the force of gravity and the thrusts. However, she was getting fatigued.

She gave in when his strong, capable hands wrapped around her and pulled him closer towards him. Her head rested on his chest as his hands caressed her back. Then he slammed into her, so deeply, she thought it couldn’t be possible. Wordlessly he proved her mistaken as he did it again and likewise. It felt like he was making her from the inside out. He speared her, plunged inside her, crushing her into him.

She was close and could tell by the way the muscles in his chest tightened, he was close too. She saw his jaw bulging as he gritted his teeth, trying to keep from coming as long as he could. She wanted him to come. To lose control. Just like she had.

Closing her eyes, Y/N channelled the heat of her orgasm to squeeze him, and at just that moment, she felt his cock jump inside my body, seemingly growing even bigger than it had been, then half a second later blasting his hot semen inside her.

Somehow, after many minutes of silence, they smiled at each other and laughed.

“We should do it another time at least,” she said, finger doodling on his bicep.

“Studying or having sex?”

“Both,” Y/N replied, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

Stephen hummed in agreement, “We should do it regularly.”

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[futureplayboibunnie]

‘Disrespect’

Surgeon! Strange x fem! reader

- i got a request for this and oh my lord, writing this honestly had me in a state of disbelief. i think i kind of got carried away but fuck it we ball. i <3 dom Stephen sm xx

You often had to remind yourself that Dr Strange simply doesn't function like other people.

Working with him was never ideal, especially in a busy hospital with little to no time to do anything, it did give you the opportunity to idle at how ingeniously he worked. Stephen was exceptionally skilled and he was also exceptionally arrogant; his need to prove he's the smartest man in the room by any means possible provoked you, sometimes you thought he did it on purpose to annoy you specifically. Getting a doctorate didn't make him God's righteous man, most of the time you wanted to curbstomp his stupidly perfect teeth in. Deceit and hubris was always plastered on his face and even with that million dollar smile that women fawned over, you could see right through him. What made everything ten times worst is that after a particularly gruelling night shift, it was only you and him left to clean up the operating theatre.

It felt like the universe was just fucking with you today.

Stuck cleaning up the mess Stephen made with him alone only made you reflect upon why he was hellbent on being an asshole to everybody. And why he had to be attractive whilst doing so. It was easy to see he was attractive but so hard for you to actually admit it. He had all the physical attributes that made you drool but his personality was as appealing to you as shit under your shoe. Stephen found his way to prominence not by just being an incredible neurosurgeon but by fucking through the entire staff; all the nurses found themselves bending over backwards to impress him but he just dismissed them, you honestly couldn't believe the gall he had- it was inhuman.

Now all you could do was survey him silently and not acknowledge him at all.

Stephen was having trouble even making eye contact with you today, the thought made him chuckle inwardly. Normally, you'd gawk at him stupidly when you believed he wasn't looking but he felt your eyes burn into his skull- he couldn't help but consider the possibility that you weren't death staring him but actually...eyefucking him. Stephen basked in the feeling, his confidence doubled tenfold usually but today you were deliberately ignoring him. He couldn't have that. Not since you were the most gorgeous distraction he's ever had. He just kept thinking of you when he wasn't supposed to and Stephen wanted to act on his primitive urges.

‘’You're being unusually untalkative.’’ Stephen remarked as you were both washing your hands in the sink, almost as if to clean yourself of this stupid day. ‘’Who pissed in your cereal?’’ He quirked an eyebrow at you, gazing at you through the mirror.

‘’Maybe I just don't fucking like you.’’ You gave him a dazzling, chilly 'fuck off' smile alongside your unwelcome glare. Stephen loved it- your persistent need to shrug him aside, it was a taste of his own medicine.

‘’Don't lie. It doesn't suit a woman like you.’’

‘’Like me?’’ Your tone filled with offence and displeasure as your eyes narrowed. Who the fuck did he think he was to evaluate you? It annoyed you to a senseless degree.

‘’You're too pretty to lie. Stop lying to yourself, you do like me. And you hate it.’’ Stephen stared at you directly as he dried his hands off, his expression certain and his smile sly.

Stephen knew you got him in a 'gotcha' moment. Your face was vacant, eyes gleaming wide and doe alongside an agape mouth and creased eyebrows. He smirked at you like a stupid all American textbook jock as if he could see right through you and all your innermost thoughts. You resumed your movements and gathered your loose hair and tied it into a ponytail and connected gazes daren't oscillate. Stephen loved watching you work and going about doing your own thing, he liked that you thawed when you gave him a sweet smile.

‘’Where would you get that impression that I do infact tolerate you, Doctor?’’ You couldn't help but flirt with him, not when he was being so brazen and saying exactly what was on his mind- you could do the exact same.

He took a beat to study you and look at you in this resolve. Beautiful. Charming. Saccharine.

Stephen cocked his head, thinned his eyes and simply said: ‘’Intuition?’’

‘’Don't lie. It doesn't suit a man like you.’’ You repeated his prior statement with a small smirk and knowing character.

Stephen let out a breathless scoff at your purpose. You were enjoying yourself completely and he had this overwhelming surge to just...bend you over the operating table. The idea was completely out of it but you were making him feel this new sensation: it was thrilling and completely new. New and shiny. Stephen stalked towards you in slow steps and he reached his hand and out and pulled on your ponytail. He was pleased with the small gasp you let out.

‘’I like this. You should wear it up more often.’’ He mumbled thickly, eyes heavy and half lidded as he stared down at you.

‘’Mmm...I don't know... you seem awfully inattentive, Doctor.’’ You hummed as Stephen was drawing closer to you, lulling your head back slightly and crooning in warm pleasure. You were clearly amused.

‘’Baby, I'm very detail oriented. Don't question my awareness.’’ Stephen scolded at you and if you were being honest, it aroused the everloving God out of you. In this context, you'd allow yourself a brief moment of liberty to succumb to his...charms.

The way he called you baby made you feel wobbly. Baby. Mmm...hearing him say that to you made you bite your lip in anticipation. This cruel frustration was certainly making you feel flustered and he was pleased to see such a scene. He was so happy. So damn happy he got you in such a state. Him? Making you blush? You? Of all people?

‘’Awareness my ass.’’ You chuckled as you peered up at him flirtatiously, a cute little smile playing at your lips too. Oh, so you can be fun. Stephen just scoffed at your determinted nature. ‘’But for the sake of pettiness and my spiral into insanity, if you are so aware...tell me what makes you aware of me?’’ You couldn't help but provoke him further, allowing yourself the selfishness of prying into his head to see how he actually views you. If he actually wanted you like that.

‘’Eyes.’’ Stephen mumbled under his breath, pupils darting elsewhere as if he didn't want you to actually hear the words that came out of his mouth but you were attentive, you obviously did. For fucks sake, he's deciding to get shy now? That's new.

‘’Eyes? That's rich considering you undress me with yours.’’ You challenged him.

‘’As always, you see right through me.’’ Stephen didn't say it in a way that was sarcastic or certain, it was strange...like him. He latched onto your waist, large hand pinching you while the other was still yanking on your ponytail. Your gasp was palpable, your breath warm.

What made you even more excited was that someone could walk in on you at any moment. It was so naughty.

‘’You're detrimental Stephen.’’ You said with lust in your eyes and Stephen didn't really take the time to listen to your words when his mouth was already plastered against yours.

Mhmm... his lips were nice but you knew he was dangerous, he had such a special ability to make every single woman weak in the knees but you were more durable than he initially thought. Stephen was incredibly eager, lips tasting at yours like he was starved of a proper meal, well, he had been eyeing you like you were a full course meal all day- it was only fitting. This whole ordeal was entirely unprofessional but you weren't in your right mind to care about it, Stephen Strange was right here, kissing you, feeling you through your scrubs; it was making you impatient, the air was getting hotter, your clothes suddenly felt too tight.

Stephen on the other hand was troubled by the way he was already so drawn to you. Normally it would be the woman that initiated these things with him but he was bending the norm, he was chasing after you. He was the chaser now and you were obviously pleased with yourself. He thought you tasted lavish and plentiful, he was swimming in you. Stephen's patience was wearing thin, it was a change of pace considering how careful and concise he was with his work, his sex life was more demanding. His mouth still fastened to yours, he walked you over to the operating table; you couldn't even catch your breath before he swivelled you around and bent you over, kicking your legs apart with his feet.

‘’You're flushed.’’ Stephen lowered his lips down to your ear, smirking at your little gasps of surprise in the process. ‘’That's how I know when you want to fuck. Note taken.’’ He threaded gis fingers through your ponytail and tugged the hairtie out of it, letting your hall fall down your back and shoulders.

‘’How do I know when you want to? When you randomly decide to bend me over on the operating table?’’ You asked him with a heavy voice, tilting your head to the side to peer up at him.

‘’No. When you're in the room. That's all it takes.’’ Stephen grunted. Your heart dipped at the statement, a strange feeling blooming inside of your lower stomach with his dirty words. You were wild about him, back arching already- he hadn't even taken your clothes off yet. Feeling pathetic didn't even seem worth it anymore, not when Stephen Strange was illiciting so many new reactions out of you; it was so different, he was making you feel things you couldn't even get out yourself.

For fucks sake, was he made out of magic or something? It felt like he was. There was something so inherently wrong with you, wrong with you both- this shouldn't be happening! You were colleagues! And you hated how much of an asshole he could be. But he was a severely attractive asshole. The type of man that truly understands how the mind works, how the body works. That doctorate really was coming in handy now.

Stephen's beautiful mind was already coming up with filthy ways to make you feel so good- he was excited and so damn aroused. Dear God, was this what it felt like to be sixteen again? He was acting like he's never seen a naked woman let alone actually fuck one before. Stephen pulled your pants down and you had no objections, in fact, you were itching to get it off.

‘’Don't forget that I respect the hell out of you.’’ He said as he ripped your underwear off, the elastic burning the underside of the thighs from the friction.

‘’Why do you say that?’’ You asked all breathy and sensual. Wondering what he actually meant.

‘’Because I'm about to fuck you full of disrespect.’’ Stephen's voice was heavy and husky. It was a promise and a threat all in one. what really tilted vou was when he pinned your arms behind your back tightly, the other hand flying to tug and pull at your loose hair.

You were about to melt into a puddle of goo, your knees buckled and stephen felt incredibly proud of himself. You had the ability to make him feel ten feet tall and completely elated. Your pussy was clenching around nothing and all you could do was whine at him to do something, satiate your grovelling need that required far too much attention.

‘’You want that?’’ Stephen asked, hoping you agree and confirmed what he already knew.

You peered up at him again. ‘’Go find someone else to boss around-‘’

Stephen scoffed at you, internally knowing you absolutely fucking love it when he did tell you what to do. You made it obvious, you flushed everytime you were near him- he couldn't help but let it stroke his ego. He wondered what you looked like stroking his cock. Although the idea seems far too appealing to be real, he simply couldn't tolerate your behaviour. By disrespect he didn't mean talk back at him.

You froze, heartbeats slowing like they'd been dropped in molasses. Stephen held you by your hair and pulled you up to his torso, like it was a leash. Your breath stopped when his front pressed against your back, he felt so warm, so fucking good. You could have groaned if you had the air to do so. With a slight tug, your head tilted to the side and his lips brushed the hollow behind your ear.

‘’I respect you but you're appalling me when all I want is to fuck...this.’’ Stephen grumbled as he spanked your bare behind. You squirmed against him relentlessly, mouth already foaming as he gripped your chin.

‘’Respect my wishes and fuck me disrespectfully.’’ You moaned at him, begging for something, anything- it was deplorable and you were sure you wouldn't be able to live it down.

Stephen didn't respond he just slammed you back down on the operating table. Your lips part in shock at his possessiveness, your body tensing and the anticipation growing immensely. Already spending too much time in your head, you were tethered back to reality by another spank on your ass- it'll turn into a burning shade of red soon.

Stephen was happy in the state that he got you, he was clearly pleased to see you considering how hard he was; he tugged his cock out of it's confines, it was growing painful leaving you like this with every second that passed.

You gasped as he slid into you so easily and Stephen thought he was bathing in the heavens. that voice was angelic, your moans a perfect instrumental. All he knew is that you set him ablaze as you stretched to accomodate his frighteningly thick size. The flames of hate and passion burned in equal measure, fusing and merging into one heady concotion. Your plea for more was silent, your back arching as his grip on your wrists growing tighter than ever.

‘’S-Someone could c-come in!’’ You struggled as he started rutting into you, the realisation that you were fucking your colleague finally dawning on you.

‘’Does that make your pussy wet?’’ He chuckled at you breathlessly. ‘’I bet it does, doesn't it?’’

The dickhead was laughing down at you. You shaked your head, attempting to deny the truth and in turn denying how much you wanted him. His head was cast in doubt at you

‘’The fear of people realising you're such a slut for me. That you're weak for me. Being caught with me balls deep inside you...it makes you want to cum, doesn't it?’’ He fucked you in hard quick strokes, taking complete control over you. Your breath sharpens and your moans heightens as you draw closer and closer to your inevitable end. He swatted your ass again and you felt your insides drop.

‘’Is this your version of playful banter, Doctor?’’ You tried your hand at flirting but Stephen was dead serious. He wasn't in the mood for your glute jokes.

‘’Answer my question and I'll answer yours.’’ Stephen plunged into you, deeper and deeper hitting that spot that made you see shattered starlight, reaching a peak you didn't even know you had in you.

You attempted to stammer out a response but your tongue turned numb and forgot how to function.

‘’Baby, don't be polite now.’’ He cooed at you like a stupid little schoolgirl.

‘’I-I...for fucks sake...Yes!’’ You huffed out, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you melt under him.

‘’My version of playful banter is watching you on all fours crawling to me. Seeing how beautiful you look begging on your knees for my cock.’’

You moaned at the sheer thought of it.

Stephen wasn't joking. He wasn't anywhere near it. He wanted to watch you naked, crawling to him, begging for his cock.

Hm….the idea was certainly appealling.

Stephen was spurred on by it all and fucked into you, heavier, crazier, it was simply scandalous. His dick slid in and out of you so easily, you were wetter than you had ever been before. Your stomach tightens with heat, your thighs growing slicker and slicker as he pulsated inside of you- Stephen swallowed at your incredible disposition, pulling on your hair harder and harder like it was his own personal dog leash. In this position you were willing to admit you were his bitch.

Stephen's eyes light up and his nostrils flare with every stroke. His cool demeanour slipping as he let loose groans he was bottling up, raw desire bled through the cracks. He had to make sure you came. You were tensing up. So damn close to the sharp precipice. Your orgasm slammed into you and fireworks errupted behind your eyes. Fuck. It felt too good to be real. All of this pent up tension drawn back through sex is definitely not under cliched- but you couldn't find yourself caring. Your cry alone made Stephen release thick ropes of his cum inside of you. He came so fucking hard he almost sank to the floor, and that never happened. Ever. Afterwards, the air was filled and with dense sex.

‘’H-How-Why..?’’You blinked when he pulled out of you. ‘’Wow.’’ You looked a little shellshocked, eyes widening with what had actually happened.

Stephen couldn't help but laugh as he pulled your pants up and straightened you back up. He felt bad for not taking the time to clean you up but he was wary of the time and the fact that someone actually could spot you both. You readjusted your stance in an effort to seem more confident but when you swivelled around to face him, all Stephen could see was your expression- completely taken aback.

‘’It's okay, you'll get used to it.’’ He smiled at you, his eyes gleaming as he went to wash his hands in the sink, doing the exact same thing he did before he fucked you into another dimension, completely unbothered. You tossed him a scowl.

‘’Used to it? You're expecting this to happen again?’’ You sounded way more surprised than Stephen had liked.

‘’Yes. Next time for hours in my bed...I mean...unless you want to be fucked over another piece of medical apparatus.’’ He turned his head to smirk at you.

‘’Mmm….I liked the operating table.’’

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Unexpected

Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: The Avengers never thought in a million years that anyone would put up with Stephen Strange, so naturally they’ll want answers as to why you happened to be his partner.

Warnings: typical-canon violence and some angst at the beginning, but don’t worry because it gets pretty lighthearted.

Timeline: post-endgame au where everyone lives.

WC: 3k+ words

A/n: the reader is a powerful witch btw. If you want information about the reader in MCU, read here.

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Stephen was so incredibly tired. Anyone would feel like that if they spent five years fighting nonstop to defeat a giant purple alien threatening to destroy the universe. As much as he wanted to go to sleep, he still had to fight the endless amount of aliens that Thanos commanded.

When he looked around him, he watched in silent pride as many of his friends fought valiantly alongside him. Each person contributed to the battle in their own way, and from the way the battlefield looks, he could only assume that they were going to win this battle quite soon.

Yet, he was afraid, worried about Tony. Even though this is the only outcome in which they win this battle, Tony was going to have to sacrifice himself in order to defeat Thanos and his armies. His fears only doubled when he saw Captain Marvel fighting Thanos on her own. He could only watch helplessly as Tony slowly looked over towards where Stephen was preventing the ocean from flooding the battlefield. When they finally made eye contact, Stephen held up his finger, silently conveying to Tony that he was the key factor to winning this war. Understanding his message, the armored man quickly rushed over to where Thanos stood with his arm already inside Tony’s gauntlet. These events were all he had expected.

What he didn’t expect, however, was your sudden appearance beside him.

His heart dropped. You weren’t supposed to be here. He purposefully left you out of this battle so you could be safe, yet here you were, stubborn as ever to fight for the sake of the greater good. He watched as you worked with Tony in determination to take the stones away from Thanos. However, like the Time Stone prophesied, Tony was the one who ultimately wielded all five stones. And with just one snap, the world grew quiet.

While his eyes readjusted from the sudden blinding light that spread across the battlefield, he panicked. He could care less about the enemies around him dissolving into dust. He didn’t even care about the cheers of victory his comrades shouted towards him. No, he was frantically searching for you in the midst of the dead bodies around him because the last thing he saw before the bright light came was Thanos slamming you onto the ground repeatedly until you were unconscious.

His frantic eyes searched for you, his beloved, the only one who inspired him to push himself harder for five years straight, just so he could see you again. Now that it’s over, he might not even be able to hold you in his arms ever again. He tried not to distract himself from that depressing thought as he pushed his way through the crowd of Avengers. However, when he finally made it through, he wasn’t expecting you to not only be alive, but to also be strong enough to nurse Tony back to full health with your water magick. His eyes widened in shock. This was not something he foresaw in this outcome. Was this ending allowed?

Everyone talked amongst themselves while your watery hand hovered over Tony’s cheek and sealed the last of the cracks on his face. You smiled at him faintly, not wanting to show to anyone how absorbing the Infinity Stones’ powers inside Tony in order to heal him had almost killed you as well. But, magick always came with a price, and you of all people understood that. You lowered your hand and collapsed tiredly against the large, upturned rock while Tony stood up. A woman you assumed to be Tony’s wife ran up to him and cried onto his shoulder in relief as a wave of people made their way over to hug Tony in gratitude.

You didn’t blame them for not caring about your condition. They barely knew you, since Stephen refused to talk about you or even let you participate in this war, but you were just grateful that you were able to break Stephen’s protection spells and make it to the battlefield in time. You smiled at the thought of Stephen finally being back after five years without him. Though your thoughts were peaceful, your body was still struggling to process the foreign power coursing within you, so you needed to think quickly about where to transfer this power.

Stephen was too busy thinking inside his head about how on earth you ended up in an outcome that he did not foresee. From what he knew about the Mystic Arts, what you did was supposed to be impossible. But his thoughts dissipated away when he heard the sounds of your pained grunts on the ground. He looked down at you crawling over to where Tony’s fried gauntlet was while your hands radiated the bright colors of the Infinity Stones. He was too afraid to even touch or approach you because he still couldn’t believe the you were here, right in front of him.

After you took Tony’s gauntlet into your hand, you shakily slammed your hand onto the five stones, causing bright lightning to spark and the warbling sound of sheer power to resonate across the entire battlefield. Immediately, this got everyone’s attention, a mixture of curious and fearful eyes turning towards you with the hope that you would be able to survive too. When all the power was finally transferred back into the stones, everything stopped and you collapsed onto the ground with a series of terrible coughs of blood. Everyone around Stephen immediately rushed over to you, Steve already assigning tasks to the others on how to get you to the hospital as quickly as possible. This was Stephen’s last straw. Nobody was going to take you away from him any longer.

He impatiently shoved everyone out of his way, not caring anymore if he sounded too rude to everyone else. This was all about his partner and he was about to be the only one out of everyone who didn’t get his happy-ever-after. All he wanted to do was cry in frustration about your condition, but he had to stay strong for you.

When he finally shoved Steve out of the way, his breath hitched in the back of his throat when he saw you bloodied and weakened from what you just did. When your eyes finally made eye contact with your husband’s, you felt like your whole world fell apart and rebuilt itself back up all over again. You didn’t know if you wanted to cry or if you wanted to slap him for being dead for five years.

“Stephen…” you trailed off, your eyes filled with the unspoken and raw emotion he knew you only had for him. Oh, how he missed staring into your beautiful eyes. Both of you didn’t care that you now had a crowd that was watching you two interact. But before you could hear him say anything back, your eyes blurred as your world suddenly went dark.

———

When you woke up, you had been informed by Rhodey that you were unconscious for four days now. You weren’t surprised, as those Infinity Stones really did drain you, but you knew you were going to be fine. When you asked about how your husband was doing, Rhodey only gave you a tired sigh and offered for you to come see him yourself. His offer only worried you more, so you accepted. He carefully set you into a wheelchair and took you to the living room, where you could see some of your friends awkwardly observing Stephen. You reached out to grab Rhodey’s hand and silently requested him to stand behind the door so you both could listen in on what the others were saying. He chuckled at your request but did as he was told. You two leaned in to listen.

“I’m not gonna lie here, Strange. I’ve never seen you so stressed out. Since when did you started caring about people?” You heard Tony say sarcastically to your husband. You suppressed a giggle at his words. “It’s none of your business, Stark,” your husband growled out. From his shaky, hoarse voice, you could tell that he’s been up for days in complete distress. Poor Stephen. The others protested to his words at the same time.

- “Why won’t you tell us??”

- “Is (y/n) really so horrible to the point where you can’t even tell us who they are to you?”

- “Why do you care about them so much?”

“Wait,” Steve cried out, immediately silencing the others. You heard him take a step forward. “Do you love (y/n), Strange?” he asked suspiciously. Everyone fell into a tense silence as they waited in anticipation for what Stephen had to say. You looked up at Rhodey and he knew it was your cue to go inside.

Before Stephen could say anything, you entered the silent room with Rhodey and it took everything within him not to cry out in relief. You looked as healthy as you could be. You saw how his eyes softened slightly towards you and you, in turn, smiled softly back at him. “Hi Stephen,” you said sweetly, causing the man to stutter in his arrogant stature. Just from one greeting from you, he was already melting like putty. He really missed you. He greeted you back, but he couldn’t hide from you the clear tension he had from holding back his feelings for you in front of the others. The other Avengers watched you interact with him suspiciously, Tony being the only one to be completely amused by this situation. He has waiting for a chance to make fun of Stephen and now was finally his chance.

“What were you all talking about?” you asked, feigning innocence. Rhodey snorted under his breath as he settled you next to where Stephen sat on the couch. Stephen’s hands twitched in his lap, desperately wishing to touch you. Steve coughed in embarrassment. “Uhh… nothing, (y/n). We were just talking about how we hoped that you would wake up soon and—“

“Wait, I thought we were talking about the wizard man having a crush on Mx. (Y/n)?” Thor asked innocently. (Was it innocent, though? Nobody would ever know). Everyone grew silent and felt the wrath of Stephen’s glare before they all looked at you sheepishly. You blinked a few times at Thor’s blunt words while Stephen tried to explain himself.

“W-well, uh. You see… (Y/n)—“

You leaned back in your wheelchair and chuckled at your husband.

“You have a crush on me, Stephen?” you gasped lightly, amusement sparkling in your eyes. He was about to utter more grumpy protests until your bandaged hand reached out to caress his cheek. All previous stress and anger melted away the moment he felt your skin against his and his eyes shone bright with unyielding love and adoration for you. He couldn’t hide his affection for you any longer. He turned his head slightly to kiss the palm of your hand with all the tenderness that he could muster up for you. “I should hope that our wedding vows would be enough for you to figure out that answer, Mx. Strange,” he shyly replied back. He was practically gushing from one sentence and a simple cheek caress from you. Though it was humorous to hide your marriage for so long from everyone else, you were relieved to finally be able to show your affections for him in public.

Meanwhile, everyone was shocked beyond belief.

“Okayyyy, pause on the romcom scene,” Tony stated while everyone was murmuring in confusion. You chuckled and looked at the others. You felt Strange tense up again, so you gestured for him to come to you. He smiled gratefully and simply wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your neck. He could hear Tony’s disgusted groans and Peter and Thor’s ‘awww’s’ but he just couldn’t care anymore. You were finally in his arms again.

Tony crossed his arms. “So let me get this straight. Since the time I knew Strange and you, you guys have been hiding the fact that you two were married? Why?” You shrugged nonchalantly while you slowly rubbed your husband’s back. “Many people wanted him dead and many people wanted me dead. If word got out that we were each other’s weaknesses, all of our enemies would have a field day,” you mused. Your husband sat up properly and turned to glare at everyone. “Exactly. And if Thanos was your first rodeo with intergalactic, powerful beings that want to destroy the universe, think about how all of our enemies want do the exact same thing, or worse— destroy the multiverse,” he boasted grumpily. You hummed and pat his back lovingly. He wasn’t going to get away with being arrogant in front of you this time. “That, and this stubborn man here wants every one of you to think that he has no weaknesses because he wants to be superior to everyone! Isn’t that right, darling?” You cooed innocently while pinching his cheek.

Everyone just stood there stunned as they watched you exchange loving coos to a man who they thought was unreachable, and watched as said man grumbled and pouted when you doted on him. Witnessing this was a bit of a whiplash for them, they had to admit. They stayed silent for what felt like a very long time before one of them spoke up. 

“Um, Mx. Strange?” Peter called out timidly. You stopped your attacks towards Stephen and looked back at the young Avenger. “Yes, Peter Parker?” He smiled back at you nervously before shuffling his feet. He was probably going to get in trouble for this question, but he really had to know. He looked at Tony before looking back at you. “Is Doctor Strange like really soft like a teddy bear or is he always really mean to everyone?” he blurted out quickly before mimicking gluing his mouth shout. Everyone burst into laughter, Tony’s laugh being particularly heard in the room. Peter started apologizing profusely to everyone in the room while Thor used this outburst as a cue for him to walk up to you. He knelt down in front of you and took your hand into his own. “I would only hope that your husband is treating you like you are royalty, for it is the duty of a husband to make sure that a beautiful creature such as yourself is treated as such,” he said smoothly to you before leaning down to kiss the back of your hand in reverence. You choked at his action and stuttered out a series of compliments back towards the god, as you weren’t exactly sure how to process the fact that an actual god is giving you such high compliments. 

That, and with how jealous you could see Stephen getting from the corner of your eye, you couldn’t help but selfishly indulge a little in the compliments Thor gave you. 

While you simply watched the god kiss your hand, you decided to answer Peter’s question. “Since my husband is in the room right now, I would rather not answer that question, as I would actually like to be able to sleep in the same bed as him tonight,” you joked lightheartedly. Looking down at the man before you, you slowly slipped your hand from his gasp and pat his cheek. Thor took the hint, stood up, and walked back to his place behind the couch. Stephen immediately grabbed onto the hand Thor was kissing earlier and started to rub it, as if he was actually trying to scrub off Thor’s kisses. You turned your head to stare at him in confusion, but he only leaned in to kiss your lips in a brief, but passionate kiss. Stephen pulled away and glared at everyone. “I’ll have you know that our marriage and relationship is none of your guys’ business. This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you guys about our relationship,” he growled out irritatedly. In response, you hushed him, patting his hand to calm him down. To everyone in the room, it was like you were the sun itself and Stephen was as icy and dark as the moon was. You two were opposites, through and through. 

Rhodey walked back into the room and handed you a glass of water and you took it gratefully. He sat down next to Tony while you sipped your water. “So wizard,” Tony started, already receiving a frown from your husband. “How’s it like to be in a relationship with someone who is better at magic than you?” he challenged, wishing to relish Stephen’s embarrassment for just a while longer. Stephen grew furious when Tony spoke up, but when he finally processed his question, he calmed down. Instead of lashing out, he grew smug. “Actually, it’s amazing. (Y/n) is the most powerful witch I have ever had the pleasure of knowing and it’s almost unbelievable that I get to call them mine.” As if to emphasize his point, he leaned down to kiss your hand tenderly before he looked back up at you. “They are mine...”

He looked at you like you held his entire world in your hands. He trusted you with his life, just as much as you trusted your life with his. Despite how different you two were, you two were always a team. It had taken you too many years to get to the stable marriage you both now enjoyed, and all those years of hardship and heartbreak was worth enduring when you got to feel his lips against your skin and hands intertwined with yours. You were his and he was yours. No one and nothing else mattered, as long as you two were together.

You heard someone clear their throat and you both turned to where Steve sat, his own face red from the situation he had gotten himself into. “Well, I guess we should leave you both to it, then?” He declared. The rest of the Avengers grumbled and proceeded to leave the room after Steve indirectly told them to leave you both alone, for now.

When all of them left the room, Stephen finally let out a sigh of relief that he had been holding in since he saw you. He immediately pulled you into a loving embrace, clinging onto you as if you were about to flutter away from him at any moment. “Finally, alone time,” he grumbled against your skin. Lovingly, you pet his hair, making sure he felt all the love you had to give him in your embrace. You were content in staying like this for the rest of the night, but of course, your stubborn husband had other plans in mind.

When he thought you were surely about to fall asleep in his arms, he started kissing down your neck, causing you to groan out in protest. “Noooooo,” you whined out teasingly, trying to tug yourself away from him. He, of course, refused to let this go and excitedly stood up to grip onto your wheelchair handles. “Come on, darling. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do,” he said cheekily before speeding down the hallway towards the golden portal at the end of the hall. You laughed happily and gripped onto the handle bars tightly, your wedding ring glinting brighter than before. Though he will always be an arrogant man to everyone he meets, he is your arrogant man, and you wouldn’t have it any other way; avengers or enemies be damned.

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“Whoa,” Peter says because that’s all he can say.  The tank is huge.  It takes up the entire space of the alley, and he’s sure most of the streets as well.  “There’s no way this is street legal.”

“It’s not,” Leo grins, “but we haven’t met a cop we can’t outrun!”

“Or a ticket Donnie can’t pay,” Mikey adds.  The smaller turtle pulls the ramp down and his jaw continues to drop as the interior opens up.  It’s amazing, like a communication center from those really old movies.  “I wonder if Mr. Stark will give me a car like this.”

“Mister Stark?” Leo scoffs, “the ego on this guy!  Stark didn’t give us this car.  Donnie built it.”

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The title Sorcerer Supreme is a heavy and new title to get used to.  He nearly suffocated under the weight at first.  There was so much work to do after the Sanctums fell, grueling magic draining work that last weeks.  Only after they rebuilt what Kacilius destroyed does Stephen feel like he can breathe again.  He remembers falling into bed that night, glad for the upcoming days of respite.  He just didn’t anticipate those days turning into months.  A lot of his life seemed to reset to a dizzying degree during this ‘vacation’.  The resources offered to a Sorcerer Supreme mean that he wants for nothing.  It’s almost like he’s back in the penthouse, rich beyond belief and still alone.

And incredibly bored.

The new job doesn’t come with as much work as he expected either.  He hasn’t been called to any other situations since Dormamu’s temporary defeat.  Sure, there was a ceremony after the cleanup.  A huge ceremony that cemented his position and introduced him to the new heads of the other Sanctums.  It was very over the top and the celebration lasted days, but Stephen expected…more.  More fights.  More magic.  Just…something other than sitting around this museum and waiting for things to happen. 

“Are you ready?”

He doesn’t look up from his book.  “Ready for what?”

Wong steps fully into the room with a sigh.  “We have a meeting in the Hidden City remember.”

Stephen looks up.  “Wait, you were serious?”  He does a double take at Wong's outfit and sits up.  The man’s dressed in his best robes.  Something Stephen hasn’t seen since his party.

“Yes,” Wong answers.  “So get ready.  We meet with the Council of Heads in an hour.”

“The Council of Heads,” Stephen asks.  He puts the book down.  “This is the yokai thing right?”

“We’ve been over this, Strange.”

“Yokai is the word for demons, right?” he says, “We aren’t meeting actual demons are we?”

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A Spell Gone Awry

someone requested a Stephen Strange x Reader but i accidentally deleted it so i can't tag them 😭 also, i love the work awry. js sounds cool. after i wrote this, my current obsession went from the mandalorian straight to a wizard so-

Stephen Strange x Reader

No pronouns used

Summary: In "A Spell Gone Awry," the reader finds themselves at the Sanctum Sanctorum seeking help from Doctor Stephen Strange after a magical mishap. Despite Stephen's initial annoyance, he agrees to assist the reader in fixing the botched spell. As they work together, their relationship deepens, and the initial annoyance transforms into affection. The story is a blend of magical mishaps, romance, and personal growth, culminating in a heartwarming moment that highlights the power of love and support in the face of challenges.

A Spell Gone Awry

You stood at the imposing entrance of the Sanctum Sanctorum, clutching a crumpled piece of parchment in your hand. The evening was crisp, and the mystical aura of the building sent shivers down your spine. You had messed up a spell—big time—and there was only one person who could help you now: Doctor Stephen Strange.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped inside. The Sanctum's interior was as mysterious as its exterior, filled with ancient relics and books that seemed to whisper secrets from centuries past. You ventured further, the tapping of your shoes echoing through the vast hallways.

As you approached the library, you heard the faint rustling of pages and saw Stephen sitting at a table, engrossed in a tome of ancient spells. His distinctive crimson Cloak of Levitation hung nearby, seemingly keeping a watchful eye on you.

Clearing your throat nervously, you spoke up, "Stephen."

The Sorcerer Supreme looked up, his eyes narrowing as he saw you. "What brings you here, (Y/N)? Shouldn't you be resting after your last magical mishap?"

You winced, remembering the botched spell that had led you here. "I messed up, Stephen. Really messed up. I thought maybe you could help me fix it."

Stephen's annoyance was evident, and he sighed, closing the book before him. "You need to be more careful with your magic, (Y/N). You can't just waltz in here every time you make a mistake."

You lowered your head, feeling a flush of embarrassment. "I know, Stephen, and I'm sorry. I'll try to be more careful, I promise."

Stephen's stern expression softened slightly, and he beckoned you closer. "Come here, then. Let me see what kind of mess you've made."

You approached him, handing him the crumpled parchment with the spell you'd attempted. Stephen examined it closely, his fingers tracing the lines and symbols you'd drawn. "This is quite the mess," he muttered under his breath.

Guilt gnawed at your stomach as you watched him work. You knew you should have been more cautious, especially since you were dating the Sorcerer Supreme. The fact that he was helping you despite his annoyance made you feel both grateful and even more embarrassed.

After what felt like an eternity, Stephen finally looked up from the parchment. "I can fix this, but it will take some time and concentration. And I expect you to assist me every step of the way."

You nodded eagerly, relieved that he was willing to help. "Of course, Stephen. I'll do whatever it takes."

As the hours passed, the two of you worked side by side, carefully unraveling the tangled magic you had inadvertently created. Stephen's annoyance gradually gave way to a shared sense of accomplishment as you made progress. He guided you with patience, explaining the intricacies of the spell and how to mend it.

The atmosphere in the library shifted from one of tension to one of intimacy. As you and Stephen worked together, your fingers occasionally brushed against each other, sending a spark of warmth through your veins. There was a sense of closeness and connection that only grew with each passing moment.

Eventually, the spell was restored to its proper form, and you couldn't help but smile with gratitude. "Thank you, Stephen. I couldn't have done it without you."

Stephen returned your smile, his fingers lightly brushing against yours. "You're welcome, (Y/N). Just remember to be more cautious next time."

You leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips, feeling a rush of affection. "I will, I promise."

With the spell restored and your embarrassment gradually fading, you and Stephen retreated to a cozy corner of the library. You snuggled up to him, resting your head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close.

As the two of you sat there, surrounded by ancient tomes and the warmth of each other's presence, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Stephen's guidance and love. The initial annoyance had given way to a deep connection, and you knew that with him by your side, you could face any magical challenge that came your way.

With a contented sigh, you whispered, "I love you, Stephen."

He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his voice filled with affection. "I love you too, (Y/N). And I'll always be here to help you, no matter how many spells you mess up."

You closed your eyes, feeling safe and loved in his arms, and together, you drifted into a peaceful, magical slumber, knowing that the future held many more adventures—and plenty of fluffy moments—for the two of you.

The night passed in a peaceful embrace, and you awoke to the soft rays of morning light filtering through the library's windows. Stephen was still beside you, his steady presence a comforting reminder of the love you shared. You smiled at him, feeling a deep sense of contentment.

"I suppose we should get some rest now," Stephen whispered, his voice warm and tender.

You nodded, not wanting to let go of the moment just yet. "Just a little while longer."

With that, you nestled closer to Stephen, savoring the intimacy and love that had grown stronger through the night. The Sanctum Sanctorum may have been a place of magic and mysticism, but it was your love for each other that truly made it enchanting.

And as the two of you drifted back to sleep, entwined in each other's arms, you knew that no matter what challenges or spells awaited you in the future, you had the most powerful magic of all—love—to guide you through.

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fic recs twenty twenty-four;

contains the following characters; spencer reid, kaz brekker, simon “ghost” riley, alastor, hobie brown

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contains the following fandoms; marvel, criminal minds, the umbrella academy, corpse husband, six of crows, and some actors who are part of said fandoms.

note: it hasn’t been updated in four years!

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[claire7491]

Stephen: *training America*

Y/n, walking behind her: you should see what else his hands can do

America: ...get the fuck out

[lokidokieokie]

Oops...?

Summary: What problems could a problematic witch cause at the Avengers Tower? The answer is all of them. So, when you’re in dire need to do some witchy things, the Avengers ship you off to the Sanctum, in hopes that Strange can keep an eye on you. But what happens when everything still goes wrong?

Note: Sorry, kind of a long one for me :)

“Alright guys, I’m going to head to my witchy room now. Gotta do some witchy things and make some more potions-”

“NO!” All members of the Avengers collectively screamed, causing you to jump. A poof of purple magic shooting from your fingertips and breaking a vase. “Oops.” You gave them your bashful smile. 

“This is why we don’t want you to do your witchy things in the tower anymore.” Tony murmurs, causing you to frown. Natasha elbows him, “ow.”

“What he means, is that sometimes your witchy stuff can cause destruction.” You were gobsmacked. 

“It is not destructive. Name three times that it was.” You crossed your arms defensively. 

“The twentieth floor exploded because you saw a spider and accidentally knocked sulphur into your cauldron.” You huffed. “I cannot control my jumpiness!”

“Instead of giving Clint a healing potion, you gave him a love potion, and he fell in love with Pietro.”

“How was that one destructive? If anything, the tower was just a tad more chaotic than usual.”

“Clint blew up the air vents trying to find him! The AC was down for weeks.” Sam deadpanned. “Poor Bucky couldn’t move his metal arm.”

You frowned. “That was after the fact!”

“You once sneezed in the common room and plants began sprouting out of the walls. It was like we were transported into the Amazon.” Your eyes widened at Peter. “Sorry Miss Y/n, but it’s true.”

“Maybe I’m a bit problematic! But you love me for it!” You were met with silence. “Well, you guys suck.” You stuck your tongue out at them.

“I do still need to do my witchy stuff, though. What am I meant to do?” Tony smiled.

“We can send you to Strange.” You grinned and clapped your hands together. 

“This is the only place that you are allowed to do whatever it is you do. It has protection wards placed around it, so your chaos cannot interfere with the rest of the Sanctum.” Stephen explained. 

“But I’ll be lonely.” You pouted; Stephen sighed. 

“Y/n, just get on with it. I’ll be in the library going over spells. Do not destroy anything.” And with that, he left you alone. 

Deciding to get straight into it, you pulled out your phone and connected it to your Bluetooth speaker. How were you meant to get anything done without music? Selecting Doctor You by DNCE you started to get into your witchy feels. 

(Apologies if this isn’t the music you’re into...feel free to change it to anything you like 😊)

Vibing to your music, you began to create your potion. Summoning your cauldron, you stirred what was already in there while shaking your hips to the beat. Mumbling to the lyrics (in hopes that you wouldn’t disturb Stephen or Wong), you began adding your emerald saffron, feverfew, and venom lavender into the mix. 

As you began to carefully stir the mixture, the chorus of the song began...and you couldn’t help yourself.

(Once again, feel free to change the lyrics)

“YOUR’RE GONNA NEED, NEED A REAL GOOD DOCTOR!”

As you really got into it, you began dancing around the small room, narrowly missing your bubbly mixture and the items surrounding it.

“DOCTOR ME, YOUR DOCTOR WHO? YOUR DOCTOR YOU!”

As you were finishing your solo act, you accidentally knocked a container of wild rue into the mixture. Your face blanched. “Uh oh...”

Quickly, you bolted out of the room at a pace that could give Pietro a run for his money and closed the door behind you. Leaning you back against the door, you counted down.

“3...2...1...”

Cue the sound of witchy goop exploding. That was not going to be easy to clean. Opening the door slightly, you peered at the disaster that was inside. Grey goop was stuck to pretty much every surface; your tomes were completely destroyed, meaning that pieces of paper were scattered everywhere; and let’s not forget about the stuff that was in the room to begin with. Stephen was not going to be pleased. 

As if thinking of him made him appear, the Sorcerer Supreme stood in front of you, with an annoyed expression clear on his face. 

“Oops..?” You smiled. 

“What did you do?”

“Well, I was in the middle of a solo act,” Stephen rolled his eyes, but you chose to ignore him, “and I accidentally knocked some wild rue into my cauldron.” He dragged his hand down his face and attempted to hold back a groan. 

“Why are you like this? You’ve got to be the clumsiest witch to grace the Multiverse.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. So, thank you.”

He sighed.

After your fiasco in the room, Strange ended up bringing you back to the library with him. He no longer trusted you to be unsupervised. 

“Come on, Stephen. It was one little mishap.”

He shook his head, “One little mishap that destroyed an entire room. You’re lucky my wards were there. No more witchy things.”

You frowned, “What am I meant to do then?”

“I contacted Stark, but they were called on a last-minute mission, so he asked me to keep an eye on you for the time being.”

“That doesn’t answer my question, Doctor.”

He grinned, “Oh, but it does. You’re going to sit in that little corner over there and do some non-witchy things where I can see you.”

You huffed. You did not need a babysitter and you voiced your opinion on the matter, but still, you complied anyways, making Strange chuckle. 

Sitting in the chair with a scowl, you stared at the Sorcerer Supreme. What does he think you’re going to do in this corner? Wait patiently for the Avengers to come pick you up? If he thought that, he’s got another thing coming. 

Making sure that he wasn’t looking, you quickly stood up, and quietly ran down a random aisle of the library. As soon as you deemed yourself a safe distance away from Strange, you slowed down. Slowly making your way through the library, you ran your hands over the multitude of books that it held. 

Books on necromancy, spell casting, potion making, and countless others surrounded your view. You smiled; it was just your luck that you somehow ended up in the witch section. Gathering a few books, you made your way to a table. 

When opening a book on spell casting, a cloud of dust greeted you, causing you to sneeze. Purple strings of magic seeped from your fingertips and pushed against the dark oak shelves of the library, knocking them down like dominoes. 

Your mouth was agape. Now Stephen really wasn’t going to be pleased. Quickly getting up, you attempted to put everything back the way it was. That was until someone interrupted you. 

“Y/n! What did you do?” He yelled.

With widened eyes, you titled your head to the side and gave a cautious smile. “Oops...?”

He took a deep breath to control himself. “Yeah...oops.”

“Let’s get this cleaned up.” You nodded your head and hastily began fixing up the library. 

Eventually, much to Stephen’s pleasure, the Avengers came to collect you. 

“So, how’d you go? Do everything you needed?” Tony asked. 

You smiled awkwardly. “Sure...”

Wanda quirked her head to the side, “You did it again, didn’t you?” You nodded. 

“It’s fine. You wouldn’t be the Y/n we know and love if you weren’t a little problematic.” She kissed your temple. 

“She’s right, you know. The Tower wouldn’t be the same if it weren’t for your little mishaps.” Stark gave you a side hug. 

“Thanks Doc for watching her.” He said with a nod, then left along with Wanda. 

You smiled and turned to Stephen. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow night?”

Stephen smiled, pulled you closed and kissed your forehead. “I couldn’t forget about date night.”

“I love you, Stephen.” You said, nuzzling into him. 

He laughed, “I love you too, my little problematic witch.”

I thrive off of chaos. 

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[vi-trying-to-survive]

hey. idk if this is a weird request or not, but could you do something with stephen and pregnant! reader? like maybe when they find out reader is pregnant and just fluffy stuff throughout the months up until the baby is born?

Baby Fever

Stephen Strange x f!pregnant!Reader

Summary: Stephen and (Y/N) are having a baby and though its not always the easiest they've never been happier 💖💖💖

Warning: No warnings, just good pregnancy fluff 💖💖💖

A/N: Hi guys, I know I've been inactive for the longest time cause of exams but I'm finally done. It's been a while since I've written anything, so I hope you like it and pls let me know if you have any ideas of how to improve my writing or you can put in a request if you have anything you want me to write :))))) 💖💖💖

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Her fingers trembled as she held the slim, plastic stick in her hands, biting her lip so hard she almost drew blood, and yet the only thing she could fix her mind on was the blank space that would give her the result that she dreamed of or the one that she dreaded. It didn't help that her husband, who honestly meant well, kept pressing on her shoulders, a sweet but terrible attempt at a massage to relax her nerves, somehow managing to do the complete opposite. She pressed her eyes tightly together, some part of her unable to face the disappointment, that created a burning pit in the bottom of her stomach, keeping the air from entering her lungs, that made her feel like she was suffocating as her world closed in around her. Maybe if she never looked, she wouldn't have to go through the torment again, but she was quickly pulled from her thoughts at the joyful kisses from the man that stood over her. Opening her eyes, she curiously brought the test up to her test, unable to stop the warm tears that streaked down her face when she was met by two pink lines, side by side, her lips pulled into a wide grin.

She let out relieved laugh when she felt Stephen pull her to her feet, lifting her gently into the air with such excitement, as she threw her arms around him, gripping tightly, trying to eliminate the space in between their bodies. He felt like he couldn't breath when she did that, just the bare minimum amount of oxygen reaching his lungs, but in the moment he couldn't care less, he was going to be a father, instead he chose to pull her closer careful, chuckling along with her while peppering her face with kisses. She squealed, pushing his face away playfully, but he couldn't stop, the feeling of his heart overflowing with love, and for a second he stopped, staring at her in bewilderment, "I'm going to be a father". It came out more as a whisper if anything, his clear, blue eyes growing softer at the thought of the child that they would raise, a wonderful dream playing in his mind. She gently placed a hand on his cheek, causing him into to lean into her touch reflexively, humming at her soft scent of jasmine and lilies, " Yes you are, and you're going to be a great one", finding himself smiling to match hers, as he felt her nestle closer to his side.

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(Y/N) was so happy that she was pregnant, she was so grateful that she was going to be a mother to a child with the man of her dreams by her side, but no one ever said she had to like the process of how a child was born. She would've thought that a pregnant woman would require a healthy amount of sleep, but here she was retching her dinner violently into the still water that sat unmoving at the bottom of the toilet bowl, her arm resting against the cool, porcelain material, somewhat curing her of the uncomfortable, stuffy warmth that seemed to envelope her. She felt like she was 20 again, on the floor of her best friends bathroom, but it was different this time. This time she wasn't cursed with an awful hangover from a testy night out on the town, probably regretting a terrible mistake. This time she had Stephen and she was grateful for him, dutifully holding her tangled messy locks back, as he helped her off the ground, cautiously sitting her on the bathroom counter, reaching for the towel that hung haphazardly across the back of the door, placing a tender kiss on the crown of her head, before dabbing off the trail of vomit that stained her chin lightly, with the most affectionate look strewn on his face, which caused her heart to swell with love for him.

He worked quickly, and she soon found herself tucked away under the fluffy, cotton sheets, her head sinking down on the airy pillows, causing her sigh in delight. She felt her eyes flutter, threatening to close with exhaustion despite doing nothing but throw up for the past half hour, but she fought it, "Thank you", she half yawned, still gripping tightly at the man's wrist, running her fingers aimlessly back and forth across his skin. He chuckled quietly at her, "You don't have to say thank you", brushing back a strand of hair that fell loosely across her eyes, his hand trailing down the side of her face, "You're the one carrying our kid, it's the least I could do". His response tugged the corner of her lip, raising them into a smile, as she pulled his palm close to her, fondly pressing her lips against the roughened surface, silently drifting into sleep.

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"I mean do you want to know if they're a boy or a girl", he gasped in exasperation, watching the woman that sat opposite him, holding her head in her hands, digging her fingers into his scalp, impatiently frowning at him, "Because it's starting to sound like you do", he finished, crossing his arms across his chest defensively.

"No I don't-", she sighed, letting her head fall onto the cool marble of the kitchen counter, continuing to groan exasperatedly. "But the curiosity is killing me, I mean haven't you ever wanted to know something so badly but also not wanted to know it just as badly ?", she exclaimed, her arms flailing about in the air in distress, as though it further extenuates her point.

He rolled his eyes, lovingly at her, responding blatantly, "No-", before turning back to face the pile of dripping dishes that stood by the sink, grabbing a greying rag that hung weakly from a hook, beginning to rub away the dripping water from each one.

"That's a lie", she persisted, giving him a stern look, now pushing herself off the chair and onto the island counter, so she could look the man eye to eye as she stared him down. She often felt that making herself tall enough to meet his gaze in a disagreement made her more intimidating, but when she swung her feet back and forth from where they hung off the edge, Stephen had to do everything in his power to contain his laughter.

He pressed his lips tightly together in an attempt to compose himself, "Whatever you say darling", forcing himself to finish the task at hand. He could already imagine the frustrated look on the woman's face, eyebrows furrowed together, cheeks practically turning a bright, burning red from the sheer amount of stress that she had built out of nothing, with her arms crossed in the most infuriated looking manner as she could manage.

She huffed, boring her eyes into his back, as he continued to wipe down the clean dishes, her lips curving into a pout.

He tried his best to ignore her antics, but like always he failed, turning around to position himself between her legs, pulling her frame into his, so that she was practically enveloped in him, mimicking her expression comically, knowing his plan had worked when she squeezed her mouth shut to stop her erupting giggles. When she didn't burst into a fit of laughter, he figured that he had to try something else, wiggling his fingers menacingly, before reaching for her sides, tickling, causing her to break character. Shaking with laughter, she struggled to get her words out, "Stop- I'm- I'm supposed to be mad at you".

He smirked softly, bringing his hands to rest at her waist, cocking his head to look at her, "Well you could never stay mad at me anyway, now is definitely not the time to start", leaning in to connect their lips for a loving kiss.

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"Stephen!!". (Y/N) yelled, from where she lay, nestled amongst the fluffy throw pillows that were once meticulously arranged across their bed, her hand resting on the bump that had grown in the past 7 months, an almost protective reflex, "Can you get me my juice, I think I left it in the kitchen".

"I think you enjoy bossing me around a little too much, darling", Stephen groaned playfully, giving her a teasing look with his lips pursed as he handed her the cold glass, pressing his lips against her forehead and then her belly, while she rolled her eyes affectionately at him.

"Well you try carrying this baby around", she lamented, smacking him along the arm jokingly, giggling softly at his feigned defeat, "Once I sit down there is no getting up until at least 2 hours" .

"Alright, alright-", he sighed, shaking his head a little, turning to look at her, feeling her gaze fixated on him, almost as though she was trying to put him some sort of trance, but luckily for Stephen she didn't know that kind of magic, but that never stopped her from getting her way with him. After a few minutes he gave in to her longing stare, unable to resist the bright, hopeful look behind her eyes, "Why are you looking at me like that ?", he wondered out-loud, a little curious.

She grinned widely, rubbing her hands together in what she thought was menacingly, "Can you give me a back-rub ?", already knowing that he could- would never say no. It's not like she was trying to torture her husband, in fact she wished he didn't have to do all this for her, but at this point her belly was weighing her down and making her already bad posture worse, which did nothing for her lower back. The pain only seemed to spread overtime, growing sharper and more unbearable, all she could do was tell herself that the result of this pain would be so worth it. That and ask her husband for back massages, because in the few minutes that he pressed his hands skilfully along her back she felt the soreness subside and just for a short time she felt air-like, it was practically euphoric.

"You are so lucky I love you", he forced his lips together, fighting but eventually failing to keep the growing smile from spreading across his features, swiftly but gently positioning himself behind her, careful not to hurt her in any way, to which she settled comfortably in between his legs, enjoying the comforting warmth that radiated from his skin to hers, giving her an ease unmatched by any other. Despite all the extra tasks that came with a pregnant wife, Stephen felt as though it only made him love her more, how she was always so strong and capable despite carrying another person in her, carrying the weight of not one but two people, going through changes that he may never understand, fears that he may never understand and yet she still radiated such a calming energy to everyone.

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"Oh my gosh!", (Y/N) exclaimed, her pain-laced shouts echoing through the aged and empty hallways of the sanctum, as she leaned weakly along the bed frame, impatiently waiting on her husband, "Stephen I am literally in so much pain- If you do not portal us to the hospital right now-". She sounded cranky, but anyone would be if they were overcome with the worst stomach cramps that they have ever experienced in their lives, all while a baby is trying to leave their body. She thought, more like she hoped that she would be one of these people that had zero pain, but it seemed she was the complete opposite.

"Hold on- hold on-, Im just getting your night bag", the sight of him brought some semblance of hope to her, as he rushed around with a bag stuffing clothes and towels into it, occasionally turning to give her a sympathetic look, a look that did nothing to help her, which only infuriated her more.

"I don't care about the night bag right now-", she whined, running her hands over her face in frustration, the beads of sweat spreading all over her face from the hot flashes she was feeling, making the whole space feel even more stuffy and uncomfortable. She just wished that the baby had picked a more reasonable time to come and no 3 a.m., but then again this was the child of Stephen Strange, so it was no surprise that it chose the most dramatic time to be born. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, reaching out with one hand to pinch her thigh sharply, thinking that maybe it would distract her from the piercing pain that was growing from her lower abdomen, but it only seemed to make everything worse, causing her to sigh in exasperation.

"But you will", his words tore her from the bubble she had created, and she found him standing in front of her, the bag though zipped up, looked like it was ready to burst apart, a soft smile painted on his face, in anticipation of this baby they had been waiting months for.

"But I care about this child that is trying to leave my womb", she frowned, her arms waving about in the air so dramatically, she was close to slapping the man. He was quick to work, slipping his sling ring onto his fingers, the blazing orange ring forming before them, revealing a more brightly lit, sterile looking waiting room, a few people peering through to them from the other side, but she didn't care anymore, she just needed the pain to stop and for this child to be out of her womb and in her arms. "Okay, just a little longer love, you're at the end of it already", his words came out quietly, close to a whisper as he laced their fingers together, tenderly helping her through the portal.

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"Who would've thought that something so amazing would be produced from something so awful", (Y/N)'s words broke the silence that had settled amongst the pair as they watched the bundled up child in her arms, occasionally shifting her arms up to stretch before curling back up in her arms. She found it hard to tear her eyes from her but eventually she did, her gaze easily drifting to watch her husband, who was leaning down to be as close as he possibly could to them, their pinky fingers just barely laced together but it still brought a calming sense to her.

He reached out a finger in front of the baby, which she was quick to take into her small ones, and (Y/N) could have sworn she had never seen Stephen Strange as speechless or bewildered in her life and that was pretty major considering the fact that they were both wizards who have fought alongside the avengers."But look at her tiny hands and feet", he whispered out, not wanting to startle the new-born, not wanting to stop looking at her, almost as though it would all disappear he did.

"I know she's so beautiful", she sighed in satisfaction, as she admired her husband, reaching a free hand out to tangle her fingers in his hair, causing him to hum in delight as she dug deeper and tugged on the locks, " I can't believe that we made a tiny human", leaning her head down slightly to place chaste kiss on the crown of her head.

Watching his wife yawn widely, he felt concern for her, only just nothing the dark circles that had formed under her eyes, that were almost fluttering shut , suggesting, "Why don't you rest darling, I can watch her while you do".

"That would be nice", she thought out loud, as she glanced down at the little baby girl in her arms, "I love her so much, but I have never been so tired in my entire life", passing over the fluffy bundle of pink blankets over to her husband. He adjusted to holding her in his arms, before leaning towards (Y/N), giving her a loving kiss on the cheek, to which she practically purred with in delight in her exhaustive state. Stephen chuckled softly trying not to startle the baby in his arms, as he leaned back in his seat, pulling himself closer to her, so amazed at his child and his wife for producing something so wonderful.

She shuffled around on the stiff hospital mattress for a few seconds before finding the perfect spot, sighing happily, her head positioned to look at the man she loved, whispering discreetly into their child's ear, not that she would even understand whatever he said, but it still made her heart swell with love and joy for her family.

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[heliads]

I have a request for dr strange

The reader is helping defeat thanos but he doesn’t want her out there with the team and is worried about her getting hurt

dr strange my beloved

masterlist

You are going about your business as per usual when the man crashes through your roof. Your first thought, other than the expected startled response, is that you’re fairly sure this shouldn’t have happened. Surely the New York Sanctum would have at least a few spells to make sure it couldn’t be crushed by falling humans, right? And, if not, can you add some, like, now?

You reluctantly stop the spell you’ve been casting and start to make your way down the main staircase. The receiving area of the Sanctum is now a mess, with dust choking the area from the gaping hole in the ceiling. The falling man managed to punch through the ground as well, and you stand at the edge of the chasm, looking down at him somberly. 

He’s a strange man, no doubt about that, although you have to admit that any man who finds himself capable of becoming a human asteroid would be strange. For one thing, he’s got no shirt, and is now looking around himself feverishly. His skin is tinted a pale green, not just from nausea, although it’s starting to fade as he gets better control over himself. 

You click your tongue thoughtfully. “Stephen should hear about this,” you say aloud. 

Although you mostly meant to keep the concern to yourself, a voice still answers from behind you. 

“Stephen had already heard about this. It was kind of hard to miss the sound of our roof collapsing.”

You chuckle at that, and turn to see your boyfriend descending the stairs. Stephen Strange may be the Sorcerer Supreme, but you swear his best gift is still at sarcasm. 

You gesture a hand towards the man, as if this was somehow your doing. “What are we supposed to do with him?”

Stephen glances at the man with the air of someone who’s accidentally opened the door too long and allowed a moth to fly inside his home. “Well, get him out of the Sanctum floors, I suppose. Maybe question him after that.”

You nod solemnly. “Sounds good to me.”

The man has barely begun to start shuffling around in the crater of his own creation, and his voice rises in shock as you open a portal around him. The man falls through the ring of glowing sparks and ends up a few feet away from you. If anything, this makes him look even more surprised, although you fervently believe that he should at least thank you for retrieving him. 

His voice is stammering at first. “Uh—ah—where am I? Who are you?” Then he gains confidence, but an exhausted sort of confidence that makes it clear he’s been through enough trouble that he can’t even bear to think about normal social constructs anymore, too terrible is his level of stress. “Something is coming. Something bad.”

You exchange glances with your boyfriend, then Stephen steps forward. “What do you mean, ‘something bad?’ What’s bad?”

The man rubs a tired hand over his face, although it only serves to smear the grime around. “Thanos. Thanos is coming, and he just killed, like, a bunch of Asgardian gods. Oh man, we’re so screwed.”

Eventually, you’re able to get a little more out of him. The man is Bruce Banner, also known as the Hulk. Stephen manages to remain neutral about that, despite the fact that you’ve definitely heard him ramble on about Dr. Banner’s incredible work with gamma radiation at least a couple times before. You suppose that the current predicament is enough to convince anyone to set aside their idols for the time being. 

The current predicament, as it turns out, kind of sounds like the end of days. Thanos, some massive alien, is coming to Earth with an army to wrest the last few Infinity Stones from the people protecting them, regardless of the cost. Seeing as one of these very infinity stones is currently hanging around the neck of your boyfriend, you’re obviously not too thrilled about the whole idea. 

Besides, in the event that Thanos succeeds, he’ll carry on his mission to destroy half the life in the universe. That’s unthinkable. Banner is calling in a couple friends from the Avengers, and after that you’ll have to come up with some sort of game plan to prevent all of this from happening. The only problem, of course, is that this sounds pretty much impossible. Wherever Thanos goes, he wins. Always. Who are you to think that your planet will be different?

You still have about half an hour or so before all of the players in this grand game start to come together, so you do your best to distract yourself by getting ready. Wong is already out alerting the other Sanctums, although he’ll come back once you and Stephen get Tony Stark. Right now, you just need a little more time to get everything in order. Once Stark gets here, you’ll start rolling for real, and everything has to be ready. There will be no time for tracking down spells once the Avengers start to come together.

Speaking of which, you should make sure you’re able to get in contact with Tony Stark when the time comes. You reach for your sling ring so you can make the portal at a moment’s notice, but it’s gone. For a moment, your mind lances with confusion. Could you have dropped it somewhere, or left it back at the library?

A more likely story occurs to you a moment later, and you turn yourself towards finding your boyfriend instead of finding more sources of magic. Stephen is prepping Banner on what they’ll do when Thanos comes, although he follows you out into the hall once you gesture that you need to talk.

Once in a separate room, you fold your arms across your chest and stare Stephen down. “You know, I just realized that my sling ring is missing.”

To his credit, Stephen does his best to pretend he doesn’t know what you’re talking about. At least he commits to the act. “That’s upsetting. Did you leave it back in your quarters?”

You arch a brow. “No, I didn’t. You know what would be really crazy is if you took it from me because you were afraid I’d get too involved in your plan to take down Thanos.”

Stephen’s gaze takes on a minute shade of panic. “Yeah, that would be crazy, wouldn’t it? It’s a really good thing that isn’t the case.”

You give him a look, and he sighs. 

“Alright, alright. I took it. Look, I just can’t have you getting hurt, alright? The more Dr. Banner talks about this Thanos guy, the more I’m realizing that we really don’t have a good chance at winning. I cannot lose you, Y/N.” Stephen confesses.

You reach out impulsively and take his hand. After all this time, Stephen’s gaze still flinches to his fingers; they may have healed or at least grown more functional with magic, but he still can’t push that ill-fated car accident out of his head. Despite all his bravado, his shiny spells, and his relentless ego, there’s still a man inside that is terrified that he isn’t anything he claims to be. Sometimes, you swear Stephen looks at himself in the mirror and only sees a fraud, the same broken freak who hadn’t even been able to pull himself out of his wrecked car.

That may be why he’s so afraid to lose you, but it’s still not an excuse that you’ll allow. “You’re forgetting that I have a say in this too, you know. I am still a Master of the Mystic Arts, and that means Thanos should be far more scared of me than we are of him.”

Stephen sighs. “It’s easy to say it, but what happens when we’re actually out there? You heard Dr. Banner, the guy slaughtered a ship full of Asgardians like they were nothing. Those were actual gods with actual powers, too. We’re just human, Y/N, we have no immortality to save us. How are we supposed to fight something like that?”

You do your best for a reassuring smile. “We fight it the same way we fought Dormammu or Kaecilius or any number of the other world destroying foes we’ve faced in the past: with hope. This could go awfully, but I’d rather know that I did something to try and stop the apocalypse. If I have to sit here by myself and gather dust while you risk your life, I’d never forgive myself.”

“I’d never forgive myself if you died,” Stephen counters, “What about that? What happens when you do something stupidly heroic like sacrifice yourself to save the lot of us, and I have to return here and know that it was all my fault? How am I supposed to live here and remember you in every spell I cast?”

You squeeze his hand gently, but your stare is resolute. “I suppose the only solution is that I still fight but don’t die. I’m perfectly willing for that to happen. In fact, it’s the only solution I’ll tolerate, so don’t give me that look. Stephen, we are both doing this. We’re sorcerers, and that means we fight, both of us, so we can make a world that’s safe for later. I am glad that you care about me, obviously, but I’m not backing down from this.”

Stephen’s lips thin. “You’re incredibly obstinate sometimes, you know that?”

You flash him a smile. “I learned it from the best.”

That makes him chuckle, even though his face is still drawn from the stress of what is to come. “I’m just worried, alright? Worried we’re not going to win this one.”

You nod. “I know. Thanos is probably going to be the hardest enemy we’ll ever face, but at least we’re facing him together, right?”

At last, Stephen seems to accept this. “That’s right. Hey, if I have to go out because of a Mad Titan, at least my last sight will be you.”

You roll your eyes, although you’re smiling like a giddy schoolgirl. “You’re incredibly dramatic, you know that?”

Stephen steps forward and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I learned it from the best. Now come on, let’s sort this whole thing out before any more Avengers decide to aim their crash landing at the Sanctum. I think the roof can only take so many hits for one day.”

He brushes another kiss to your knuckles, then leads you out of this room. Truth be told, you’re just as scared of this fight as Stephen. Few enemies are ever as easy as they seem, and Thanos already seems like the end of days. Still, at least you have Stephen by your side. At a time like this, that is everything.

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Things I will not write/not skilled enough to do: smut or angst

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I Can Help With That | Dr Strange x Y/N

“That is definitely a new strategy to pick up guys.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Never seen someone studying Fitzgerald’s neuroanatomy in a bar unless you have developed some new strategy to pick up brainy guys with that.”

Masterlist

Warnings: Little smutty

“I’m buying this place,” Tony announced as he drained another glass of whisky.

“You can’t,” Natasha hissed from his side. “You’ll only piss off Pepper more.”

Tony groaned and looked at Stephen, “Does this mean I can’t party at the tower nor buy myself a bar?”

Stephen smiled and nodded, sipping his martini. 

“Can’t you do something to change her mind?”

“My god, Tony,” he exclaimed indignantly, “I can’t believe you want to use me for such petty purposes.”

“You are no fun doctor,” he mumbled and ordered another drink then glanced at the crowd. “How about I find someone to get you laid, and you help a little in return?”

Stephen shook his head. “I can get laid without your help. Besides I agree with Pepper, you indeed need to party less.”

“Oo look at them,” Tony discreetly pointed to a group sitting a little away from them, “those two are totally eye-fucking you.”

Stephen sighed and turned a bit to give them a quick glance. Not my type, he thought and finished his martini. 

“Anyone thinking of hitting the dance floor? Thor asked, sliding off his stool, to no one in particular.

“I’m,” Tony and Natasha answered in unison, following suit.

“You are acting all grumpy today,” Tony complained before leaving, “just get laid, get things off your head and you’ll be fine as fuck. Oh look, one of them just left for the washroom.”

Tony wasn’t wrong. The recent attacks had left him spent. But he still wasn’t interested in sleeping with someone, not yet. After two shots of tequila, he handed over his card, waited a moment and walked towards the smaller section of the bar, the one with less loud music and small round tables.

That was when he noticed her. Technically, he noticed the book first. 

“That is definitely a new strategy to pick up guys.”

She looked up from her reading. The perfect doe eyes. A beautiful dark shade of chocolate, swirling to blend into caramel at the iris. He suddenly forgot what he was supposed to do here.

“I’m sorry?”

It took him a second to say, “Never seen someone studying Fitzgerald’s neuroanatomy in a bar unless you have developed some new strategy to pick up brainy guys with that.”

“Not interested,” she frowned and continued reading from her book.

Had she outright rejected him? That too him?

Breathe, Y/N. breathe. She reminded herself as she tried to focus on the pathway of the spinothalamic tract. He might be all sexy with that voice and looks but that’s not going to help you pass the exam.

She sensed the chair beside her move, and soon he was staring at her like the tempting Lucifer.

“So you aren’t trying to pick up anyone?”

“No,” she replied, not daring to look at him. “I have lost my keys to my apartment. And my roommate is supposed to be here. So, here I’m waiting.”

“Why not enjoy yourself while you wait?”

She marked the page and put the book down, finally looking at him- she forgot what she was supposed to say. He was totally gorgeous and, as he had said, seemed ‘brainy’ with those white streaks. He raised one perfect thick eyebrow at her. What had he said? Something along the lines of enjoying,  she guessed.

“I have got exams in a few weeks. So trying to make up for the knowledge I haven’t gained.”

Having got her attention he smiled at her. And she loved the way his orbicularis oculi produced those radiating lines at the lateral angle of his eyes, “And in what subjects are you lagging?”

Y/N reprimanded herself. She was going crazy. Nevertheless, she answered him, “Biochemistry and neurology.”

He nodded and glanced at her book. “I can help with that.”

“Excuse me?”

“I can help you with neurology,” he said, then added, “Only if you would like that.”

“Why? Are you the ‘brainy’ professor?”

“Not exactly, unless you consider a former neurosurgeon ‘brainy’ enough.”

Her jaw dropped. “I, uh,” she struggled to string her thoughts together. Great. He was not only gorgeous and sexy but also super intelligent. And she had fucked up well.

“I’m sorry. You’re absolutely ‘brainy’.”

He grinned. She felt her heart doing an erratic happy dance, “I would be more than grateful for your help, but I’m sure you are not here to pick up a student to tutor.”

“I wasn’t, sweetheart. What’s your name?”

Sweetheart? If she was going crazy then, now she would be certifiably insane. “Y/N L/N. And you might be - doctor?”

“Stephen Strange,” he replied and watched her eyes going as wide as they could.

“The Doctor strange?”

“Yes,” he laughed, “I’m the Dr Strange. So, would you like some help?”

She nodded.

“My place is nearby,” he tilted his head, “And this is hardly any place to study. Shall we?”

“Sure,” she murmured and stuffed the notes and book into her backpack.

“Do you fancy a walk? A cab? Or just a portal?”

“We can walk.” He nodded and held out a hand to her, which she took.

The walk was brisk and quiet as they hurried, heads down against the wind of the late night. She looked around the neighbourhood, realising she had passed them quite a handful of times while taking the late-night walks.

“My apartment is another few blocks away,” she said, after they settled on a couch beside the staircase, in front of a fireplace.

She watched him snap his fingers, and embers erupted in the fireplace. Showy, she thought as he settled next to her.

“Well, that sounds great, doesn’t it? You can visit me anytime you need my help.”

“There would be a next time?”

“Don’t you think there will be?” He asked, slightly disappointed. “Is this a one-night stand?” Common. Don’t be so desperate. Get a grip!

“I don’t know,” she shrugged her shoulders, “In time you’ll realise I’m not your type,” she gave out a nervous chuckle.

Cute. “And what do you think is my type?”

“Bold, sexy, graceful and… experienced?”

“I like cute, shy and naive as well.”

She was pretty sure her cheeks were red, and in no time her body was spontaneously going to combust into flames. 

He reached out a hand and pushed her curly brown hair behind her ears. His hand skimmed across her neck, pausing at her pulse point, which had been going crazy ever since she met him. “Why don’t we get started? Weren’t you doing the tracts?” 

Back to earth, Y/N. 

He grinned, and his hand dropped. Her skin burned everywhere he had touched. 

“Yeah,” she was immensely proud to conjure a reply.

By the end of the third hour, she was considerably tired. 

He was explaining various cases of misdiagnosis of Parkinson’s he had seen when felt she couldn’t take any new information anymore. But she waited with forced patience for him to finish.

“Stephen, I don’t think I can study anymore.”

“I know,” he said, taking the book from her hand, and placing it on the coffee table. His coat jacket was long gone, and every flex of muscle under the fabric of his white shirt tossed her in a puddle of embarrassment and arousal.  “Tea? Coffee or hot chocolate?”

Definitely coffee. She needed the caffeine to walk back- Her thoughts were lost as he rolled up his sleeves. Oh, those veins… those long, long fingers. She could feel her hormones having quite clearly their night out.

After he conjured them two cups of coffee, he heard a sharp intake of breath followed by an ‘Oh my God’. 

“You know, you can stay the night here.”

Y/N gripped her cup tighter. What an attractive way to embarrass oneself in every possible way in a few hours! The sorcerer and mind-reader fact had completely slipped out of her mind.

“Just like a one-night stand?”

Stephen hummed. “Minus the sex part, if you wish.”

When she didn’t speak anything for a long minute, he spoke, “I wasn’t reading your mind the entire night, if that’s what you are upset about.”

“Very gentlemanly of you,” she said, sagging in relief. 

Then he turned down the lights. It was dark with just the light from the fireplace. They talked about trivial matters, getting acquainted a little, her minor routine and his sorcerer duties.

“You’re a great teacher, you know?” she said, fishing her things into the bag.

“Really?” He grinned and she felt it shoot right into her stomach. Get a grip, she reminded herself.

“Yeah. you explained things in a better and easier way. I don’t think I would have been able to cover half of the topics-”

“Y/N,” he interrupted her, “I wasn’t looking for you to shower me with compliments. It’s just that I never thought of myself as much of a teacher in any field of work. I can teach myself but others - I'm not any good at that.”

“You underestimate yourself.”.

“Everyone who knows me a little would beg to differ.”

Sitting still for a minute, she watched him sip from his cup, she didn’t know what to say to that. “I should get going,” she said, finally getting up.

He frowned. Looked at his watch. And she noticed a flicker of disappointment in his features.

“It’s too late. But if you insist, I’ll walk you home.”

Y/N didn’t like the juxtaposition of reason and passion in her situation. She swallowed her nerves. “I guess I’ll stay then.”

He smiled, took her hand, and pressed his lips against the inside of her wrist. Her whole body shuddered. He pulled her back to the couch, then closer, until she was pressed against him.  She felt all her organs dropping right on top of her uterus like all their supports were lost.

She looked at his lips. Tread lightly, he reminded his desires. “It could always be a one-night stand minus the sex,” he assured her.

She chuckled and rested her head on his shoulder, “I don’t mind the sex part.”

His eyelids fluttered when her hand came up close to his face. Hot fingers pressed into his burning skin as traced his jaw before settling on his chest. Oh god, he had forgotten what a touch could do.

“Besides, I ought to make it up to you to ruin your evening.”

Stephen’s eyes had darkened as he stared at her. Her breath hitched. Have I done something wrong?

“You didn’t ruin my evening. I was looking for a distraction.”

“I was certainly not the sort of distraction you were looking for.”

“You were definitely the distraction I didn’t know I needed. Talking about things that my life used to revolve around wasn’t morbid. It was refreshing. You don’t have to do this because you-”

He was cut short as she closed her mouth over his.

Stephen held her close with his free hand when she pulled away from the kiss. He carefully placed his cup down. Then kissed her again, slowly, deeply and tantalisingly. At that moment she felt the geometric sum of all her nerve endings going crazy. 

He pulled away, ducked his head, and placed a hot kiss on her neck.

“Let’s go upstairs,” he stood and offered her his hand like before.

Y/N examined the bookshelves flanking the bed as Stephen peppered kisses on her neck. There were a few volumes of classical literature, few books of modern literature, some medical books and the rest -  the bulk -  of them, she guessed, were of sorcery.

His hands slipped under the sides of her shirt. Her back arched in response, however, he pulled her back to him, until they were plastered. She could feel every ripple of muscle even through the fabrics.

You are awesome, she reminded herself.  Not insecure. A bit shy and inexperienced maybe. He had said he liked that. So no big deal.

But when his hands slid forward and downwards, she was super conscious of the little pudge that sat above her jeans. The dimpled flesh on her thighs. Work out regularly right from tomorrow. 

Dying… Dying to taste every inch of her skin. He never thought he would get this desperate. He had wanted to take off their clothes slowly, dramatically, however, he snapped his fingers getting rid of them at once.

Y/N grasped at the sudden assault of cold air.

“I’m sorry,” Stephen said, whirling her around, “I’m a little too eager.” His hand reached up and weaved through her subtle curls as his lips moved hers.

Feeling the hard length of him poking her stomach, she moaned, giving him the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue and deepen the kiss. 

She pulled away for a breath and he trained soft, wet kisses across her jaw, neck and chest before gently nibbling at her nipple. Her fingers tugged at his hair, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

Then they heard a noise. Three steady knocks on the bedroom door. “Strange,” the man bellowed. Another two knocks.

“What is it, Wong?” Stephen groaned. “Don’t come in.”

“Get in the bed,” he instructed her as he conjured a pair of sweatpants.

“I have been trying to reach you for the last twenty minutes. Why aren’t you answering the phone?”

“Because I haven’t heard it ring.”

She watched in frustration as he slid out of the room, closing the door behind him. Their voices grew dull.

Y/N waited. Ten minutes. Thirty. Then another hour. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand and sighed. It’s three in the morning. Maybe he’s not coming back.

Getting out of bed, she looked around for her clothes. She peeped into the foyer. Dead silence. Great! She was in a perfect stranger’s house all alone without clothes.

Continuum: Pivot

[futureplayboibunnie]

‘Staring’

Dr Strange x fem!reader

- oooooooh this one has me tense. all i write is smut, i know i need to switch it up but i can’t help it. i’m sorry if this ending is a little anticlimactic i came up with this just before i was about to sleep. help x

The Sanctum was darker than you thought it was- almost a warning for the forseeable, a reminder to expect the unexpected. Stephen was always unpredictable, a mysterious force of nature no one could really unfold: a mystical fog in this dreary shithole.

Then why did he call you to come and meet him?

Because of that kiss. That kiss of electricity and an unleashing of passion you didn't even know he had. Stephen knew he wasn't behaving, he was giving into impulses he was attempting to bridle; but how couldn't he? You were both alone, feeling this impossible amount of impatience in the air, your lips parted and all he could do was stare at them contemplating a choice: kiss you or leave you hanging? You were begging, though. Begging for a morsel, a scrap, like a dog at the dinner table and he loved it.

Stephen's brain fell out for his head but all the blood in his body was rushing to his dick; he ducked his head and leaned in and pressed his lips to yours- to coax you out and make sure that all of this was okay.. but you were simply ravenous. You were kissing him back with a fervour he simply had never experienced before and Stephen genuinely thought he wouldn't stop himself from fucking you right here, right now. But unfortunately to his dismay, he let go of you and unlatched his lips from yours. He muttered an 'I'm sorry' and left you unfulfilled, Stephen was filled with remorse already but he had to control himself. Once he got that single hit of you, it was all he could think of.

He was satisfied but still hungry.

Now you were here. Stephen couldn't wait out on you for any longer, he simply just couldn't resist you and now you were all he wanted. He was dreaming of you; you invaded his thoughts and now his dreams. Did this mean you were literally the girl of his dreams?

You called out his name but the Sanctum was just tipped out and empty, no one was here and you wondered if he was brooding elsewhere- the thought made you uneasy. Although, knowing how cunning and calculated he was he could slip out and find you at any moment. Letting yourself relax and go with the flow, you just wandered around like a lost little camper.

Taking the ancient space in with a careless wonder and ease. Your fingers traced the oak and metal, revelling in the complexities of such sacredness. Your steps followed up the grand staircase and you fell to the array of different rooms, examining and snooping around until you went into the room with the massive oak door, it's presence was intimidating- it was so obviously Stephen.

Creaking it open, the heaviness of the door was jarring but you slipped through, the room was darkened- only with a big window allowing moonlight to beam through and filling the corners up with ambience. The bed was big, too big to fit just one person.

Stephen watched you waltz in, so careless in your steps but intent with your movements at the same time, casual yet elegant. You didn't even notice him as he sat in the ancient antique chair, his resolve breaking as he waited in the corner of his room, fiddling with a pack of mints to absolve himself of his endless anxiety waiting for you. Stephen thought you looked miles beyond what perfect could conjure: you were wearing a cute little slip dress, heels, a bag and to his delight, no bra. He knew you were supposed to be going out tonight but you were here instead, at his beck and call when he asked for you- he smiled at the salacious thought. It just confirmed everything. Your glassy eyes flitted from corner to corner and when your gaze finally met his you let out a surprised gasp, clutching onto your thrumming heart to calm your lungs.

You felt your legs shake a little at the sight of him, Stephen looked as prepared as ever, not breaking as you were with every second you were near him. He may not show it on his exterior but he felt himself crumble at that flirty fucking look on your face.

‘’Don't do that. You scared me.’’ You breathed so sensually and Stephen felt himself lose his inhibitions already. Hell, did you not even understand how arousing you were? You leaned on the iron frame at the foot of his bed, tossing your bag to the ground in the process just waiting for him to make the first move.

‘’You're staring.’’ You remarked at his stern form.

‘’You're too beautiful.’’ Stephen said sincerely and it made you blush a light rose. ‘’I was thinking of you today.’’

‘’You were?’’ You asked in a weird sort of surprise that irked him. You tried to write that kiss as a one off, something that would never happen again- but maybe you were wrong.

‘’Wong told me my mind was wandering. I could see his mouth open and close but I couldn't hear a word he said.’’ Stephen found himself explaining how you've affected him so. Your impact upon him was so large it was interfering with his actual work and duties. He couldn't have that.

You opened your mouth to speak but your heart was lodged in your throat. it was clogging your breathing. Stephen's stare went from gratifying to that of pure darkness and longing, you were lost in the fascination of his words, attempting to understand what else could be tumbling out of that mouth too.

‘’I could smell you.’’ He mumbled even though he was concise with his words, hollowed eyed as he stared at you directly in those beautiful eyes. ‘’It was very distracting.’’

Your mouth didn't move, you just gaped at him- that confession of his making your body react in so many delicious ways.

‘’Mint?’’ Stephen offered with a distinctive chipper tone, brightened to just see you. You knew he was trying to make small talk and you honestly thought it was cute and endearing, words you never would associate with him of all people.

You gave him an agreeable yet flirty smile as you made your way over to him with small steps, stalking towards him like you had a plan even though you didn't. Stephen's eyes travelled up and followed the design of your perfect body. You stood infront of him, smiling down at his hard face so sweetly but you stood inbetween one of his legs- if you were any lower you wouldn't have been straddling one of those thighs. Hand flying up to the dispenser, you pried the mint box from his hands and threw it to the other side of the room.

Stephen was surprised at your callousness, your unrelenting confidence as his gaze unwavered from those brazen and wicked eyes.

Fuck.

Fuck, you were making it so difficult to hold back.

He didn't want to anymore.

He's waited enough.

He was hungry.

As you were about to turn away, Stephen's hands latched onto your waist desperately as he flew up from his seat. You struggled against him for a moment, completely taken aback by his eagerness and it wasn't until he gripped at the back of your neck, pulling a section of your hair along too as your face met with his. Stephen's aggression made electricity shoot down your thighs, it was the only constant you had with him.

‘’My hair.’’ You grunted at him, unsure of what else to even say- his gaze was so intimidating, terrorizing and it excited you to an immeasurable degree.

‘’Why are you playing so hard to get now?’’ Stephen whispered hotly into the skin of your ear, lips ghosting on the hammering of your pulse. It was almost laughable.

‘’You like it this way.’’ You responded, knowing how glaring his need for roughness was- the chase is what sent him into overdrive and it was as clear as day. ‘’Sit down.’’ Your order was jarring and it made him quirk a questionable eyebrow but he only found that you were deadly serious.

‘’Sit back down.’’ Repeating yourself seemed to get the job done, Stephen lowered himself and sat back down in his seat- unsure of where all of this was actually leading to.

Every single cell inside of him just wanted to strip you and fuck you on the floor to teach you a lesson to not tease him.

But you were. And he was letting you.

He had waited all day and now you're forcing him to wait more.

You sauntered over to the iron frame at the front of his bed again and you leaned against it- taking your sweet, sweet time in the process. You fiddled with the straps of your dress, making sure to maintain that deliberate eye contact with him; the hard and unkind expression on Stephen's face telling you he wasn't impressed.

Good.

In a swift movement, you let the fabric fall down and pool at your heel clad feet. Your nipples hardened under his dark survey and his eyes raked over your body like an animal, he felt so incredibly dirty but it was always you that got him this way. Your hair tumbled down and your skin was aglow and lit by the pale moonlight cascading through: you were a jewel. Exemplary. A fucking tease, nonetheless.

Stephen twiddled his thumbs. The pads of his fingers grazing against each other as he sat and waited for this little game of yours to be done. His face contorted into a scowl. His mind uneasy and impatient, tense with the way you were simply audacious- the one with all the control. The control you took from him. His need to possess you clouds his better moral judgement, Stephen shot up and rushed to get his hands on you.

You gaped up at him like a pathetic idiot as Stephen felt like the ache between his legs was about to drop off at any moment. He grabbed you by the hair and pushed you onto the bed face up, a wholly unexpected thrill started to unfurl within you- this is exactly what you've been craving from him since that first kiss. Your yelp was helpless, it echoed through the air that he breathed and relished, you were as important to him as oxygen.

Stephen hated the way he needed you so badly, it crippled his resolve and it dampened his brovado but he couldn't help himself. He kneeled between your legs, watching that pretty face fill with wonder and curiosity; he couldn't wait to wreck you completely.

‘’You've fucked me up.’’ Stephen muttered under his breath, eyes dim and determined as his hands had a mind of their own. Feeling you beneath his rough and apathetic palms, you responded so delightfully by the way you arched into him. He leaned into your ear. ‘’You're fucking malicious. Teasing me when I've been waiting for you since that first fucking kiss.’’ Stephen grabbed you by the cheeks, smooshing them together as he made you stare into his eyes.

‘’You were the one that left me so your point is suspect.’’ You retaliated and to his unease, you were right- he hated that he left you.

‘’Would you have preferred me to fuck you then and there?’’

‘’Yes. Because you're not fucking me right now.’’

Stephen spanked your ass at that abrasive bratty attitude, you didn't even realise that it was you that had him at the palm of your hand. It was almost cruel the way you couldn't see how affected he was by all of it. He reached behind his back and pulled at his shirt to get it off, you gawked at the rippling muscles and the bulk of his biceps. This is the man that wanted you. The man that waited for you. Was it unreasonable to assume you felt like the luckiest person on the planet? You came here not knowing his intentions, cancelling plans you had in preparations for weeks just because he asked you here and now here you are.

Your lips slammed onto his. It was a crash. A shatter. A hit. More potent than the last time. It was pulverizing. His tongue glazed over your lips to open up for him and he got high off of the taste he only had a few fleeting moments to mingle with. Now, he had you all to himself. Alone.

He was beginning to question his sanity when your fingers flew into his hair and tugged hard- he was in total fucking agony. He was so hard and so ready to just let himself go on a fender bender. stephen's hands drifted to the hem of your underwear and discarded it as quick as the speed of light itself. You were completely bare under him and he relished the sight, the body he had been imagining for too long.

You were done with the idle overthinking, your hands flew to his zipper and he aided you in getting his pants off. stephen's eyes were resolute and steadfast, contemplating every move you made as they connected again.

"You're staring.’’

Stephen wanted to laugh. Repeating the same sentiment as he was enduring his torture, the torture you were inflicting upon him like a strange sort of punishment. His cock slapped against your thigh, the girth was just unbelievable, the thickness unfathomable- of course he has the libido and sexual prowess of an aphrodesiac. It was all a little too unrealistic.

‘’I'll stare for as long as I please.’’ He grunted lowly, huskily, hotly.

He intertwined his fingers with yours as he pushed inside of you, accomdating to the best of your ability, clamping around him as he started the thunderous beginning of a cycle of insurmountable pleasure in a deep black abyss. Stephen hit that spot within you that saw stars in the darkness of night, like fireworks ontop of fireworks. Lips ghosting against lips, it felt as if this very moment was fate. His hands worked all over you, pinching at your nipples and clamping over your neck. You looked so beautiful like this, all fucked out as he jolted in you. Yelling obscenities in your ear, he knew that you were close.

Already? His ego boosted tenfold as he stared at your face to study your reaction.

‘’Quit staring!’’ You practically screamed.

He didn't respond, he just shoved his fingers in your mouth as he rutted into those final times until it made you come undone.

You gagged and tried to yell around his fingers, but they were blocking your vocal chords and he knew it. As you exploded around him, his face held a salacious smug twinge and it only made your eyebrows tense in pure agony.

‘’That's it...pace it out...good girl.'’Stephen cooed.

He came inside you with a gutteral groan that echoed through his soul, every chamber of his body being affected by you and only you. He felt completely and utterly spent, you sucked up all his energy even though he had the sex drive of a maniac. How did that add up? Stephen planted a kiss on your lips, to his dismay, he had to pull out of your warmth and it took a lot of willpower for him to achieve that but he finally rolled beside you, breathing like an idiot as he gawked at you again.

‘’You're staring.’’

[random-writer-4884]

Not A Robot (Tony Stark X Stephen Strange)

Not A Robot

Tony Stark x Stephen Strange

Description: After the battle against Thanos, Tony Stark started avoiding Dr. Strange. The Magician would try for months until eventually, he gives up. However, when Iron Man shows up in a battle without a word spoken, Stephen follows him back to his house

Warnings: None

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Stephen Strange was a doctor, a damn good doctor, and he would remind everyone that while he was not practicing he was still a doctor. One thing he could never seem to remember, however, was his lack of bedside manor. After Thanos had been defeated, Tony had barely been seen. Any time the magician had gone to visit Tony, FRIDAY had merely dismissed him with a ‘Tony is not in the building’ and ‘I am not permitted to tell you Tony’s location’. This made Stephen upset, but he merely left each time.

After one month of no contact, Stephen stopped leaving voice mails.

After two months of no contact, Stephen stopped calling.

After three months of no contact, Stephen’s texts became shortened.

After four months?

Well, Stephen stopped texting.

After six months?

Stephen stopped portaling to Tony’s house all together.

In a year? Well, when Stephen talked to Tony again, it wasn’t under ideal circumstances. 

Another invasion. Stephen would say that he and the hero’s helping him had it under control. Apparently Tony Stark didn’t think that that was the case. 

The Ironman armor came flying in, in all its red and gold glory. Shooting and flying with precision. The battle finished quickly, and Ironman hadn’t said a word since he arrived. Stephen called out to Tony, but was met with only silence. At the end of the battle the suit nodded once in Stephen’s general direction before shooting towards the sky and away from the remnants of the battle.

Mumbling under his breath, Stephen and his cloak went on an immediate chase. Every time the armor sped up, Stephen portaled closer. He yelled at Tony to stop and talk to him and was only met with silence and an increase of repulser speed. This continued for a while, Stephen guessed a minimum of 30 minutes, before the suit slowed down at the Stark residence.

As the suit came to a landing, Strange followed suit allowing the cloak to float off of his shoulders. 

“Leave.” Said the suit, though it wasn’t Tony's voice.

“God Damn it Tony, you’ve refused to talk to me for months! I spent so long trying to find you and you’ve straight up ignored me!” Strange reached forward and grabbed the shoulder of the suit. “For Fucks sake, you’ve barely talked to me in technically over 5 years! You’ve made every effort to not talk to me since Thanos and I don’t know why! So just fucking tell me and I can leave you alone!” 

Slowly the suit turned to him and spoke, this time in Tony’s now raspy voice “Because no one wants to talk to a machine, Strange.” Both men were silent for a moment at what Tony said.

“Tony, you aren't a machine. A man in a glorified suit of armor? Sure. A machine? No.” Strange’s face was full of confusion as he spoke. As he finished, The suit began to peel back, nanotech leaving its station and revealing Tony.  

Stephen tried to hide his shock at the changes in the man in front of him. His right arm was entirely gone, replaced by machinery. Half of his face was deeply scarred. Tony’s eyes were sad, and looked filled with grief. “Morgan is scared of me. She refuses to be in the same room as me unless I have my face coated in makeup or am in my armor.”

Tony paused for a moment, taking a deep breath “Pepper is filing for divorce since Morgan won’t go near me. She says that it’s easier this way and I can’t keep fighting her. No one wants a machine. ‘Tony Stark has no heart’ as the saying went.” He dramatically flared his right hand for his final sentence, his mechanical hand remaining unmoving at his side.

Taking a moment to take in what was said, Stephen stepped forward and took Tony’s mechanical hand. With one hand he held it by the palm, and the other he trailed along the intricate metal. It moved almost exactly like flesh and blood, a marvel in prosthetic technology. “I think it's beautiful.” He whispered. “Both the mechanics and you.”

Tony didn’t say anything, only watching Stephen’s hands trail along the metal arm. “I’m sorry that Pepper refuses to see that, and that Morgan is too young to understand that appearances mean nothing.” Tony still kept his eyes on Strange’s hands, watching their slow, shaking movements. 

Avoiding himself for a moment, Tony noticed the yellow gloves the Doctor wore. “Strange, why do you wear those gloves?”

“Same reason you’re hiding from the world. My hand’s aren’t ‘pretty’ like the world expects of a doctor.” Carefully, he let go of Tony’s mechanical hand, and carefully pulled the gloves off of his hands. Something he hadn’t done in front of another in a while. 

This time, Tony reached out and took hold of Stephen’s hands. Stephen flinched at the contact, and closed his eyes at the strange and slightly painful feeling of his hands being touched. Tony used his flesh hand to run his fingers along the scarring that lined the doctor's skin, a discolored pink. “How?” was all Tony said almost mesmerized by the lines.

“I was an arrogant asshole who got in a car wreck and lost the one thing that let me be so cruel. My hands. I underwent 8 different treatments, spending all of my money and pushing away the one person who still cared about me. After that I found the ancient one and learned the mystic arts…” he paused for a moment “blah blah blah, all that boring reform-ity bullshit people love to gloat about.” 

Tony began to laugh a little bit, leaving Stephen to smile quietly. “All of our scars are different Tony. I know they’re painful, emotionally and perhaps even physically. You need to remember though, your scars are proof that you survived.”  He let his laughter die down and smiled.

“Now!” started Stephen “Lets get you inside, and I’ll let you in on a little secret!” Tony perked up at that.

“The magic man has a secret? I wonder what it could be!” He teased, letting Stephen take his hand again and begin leading him into the house.

“Well, I make a mean batch of cookies. My sister loved them! She would bug me almost every day asking for a new batch of cookies!” The two of them laughed at the story as they walked inside, and soon after cookies could be smelt baking in the oven.

[syntheticfoxfire]

Beyond The Wall Of Dreams | Dr. Strange | [A]

Summary: Whatever you do, don't fall asleep. [Written for a Halloween writing challenge a couple years ago.] Word count: 2.6k

Day One

Of course you always had to do something extraordinary, of course you had to be special. Everyone told you so ever since you were born. The words lost their bite over the years and you’ve forgotten how ashamed you always felt after hearing them. That was until exactly a minute ago. Well, a minute as you understand time anyway. Sitting on a step that was supposed to feel completely flat but from which you kept slipping down, you wondered if time even existed here. The Sorcerer Supreme was standing in front of you, his back facing you. It was silent except for the occasional rattle of branches in the wind. You were coping with the words he told you and he was furious. There was nothing to be said.

-x-

“For Lord’s sake, we’ve been at this for five hours now!” he yelled out in frustration, leaning back in his chair. He ran a hand through his now messy hair like he did about a hundred times before. You sat on the floor defeated and exhausted. You shot him a glare. “Do you think I don’t know that?” you barked, wiping at the corners of your eyes before any of the angry tears could escape. “Tell me how is it possible that you can do anything, literally anything, else I ask of you but not this? Using a sling ring is the easiest part!” He stood up and began pacing.

You stayed silent, watching him carefully, and bit your lip to stop yourself from retaliating. It was never good if you talked back to him. And he was right, however much you didn’t want to admit it. Nothing helped. He left you in the middle of the north pole in your bikinis. He made you put on as many layers of clothes as you could and threw you into the Sahara desert. No luck. You weren’t able to summon the portal and you were at the death’s door nearly as many times as he had died during his negotiations with Dormammu. None of the other sorcerers thought of a solution either. So you just kept on trying.

“You know what, I can’t do this. Go on, try it once more and if you fail, I’m really sorry, but I will have to let you go,” he pinched the bridge of his nose. You stared at him dumbstruck. He was joking, right? He had to be joking. But the look in his crystal blue eyes told you the exact opposite. He looked almost apologetic. You were shocked. You understood though. You knew how much trouble he went through because of you and the attitude you showed others, and him too but not so much because you actually respected him.

So you nodded and stood up again. You flexed your fingers, as if it would help. He laid a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, take your time,” he gave you a half smile. You could tell he was sorry for making you do this. Maybe he just wanted to give you an extra push? Most likely not. “Will do,” you hummed trying to come with anything that could help you, anything. You tried so many things and none of them worked. Nothing seemed to be able to make your abilities comply with your wish to create a portal.

Then it hit you, the idea you’d regret maybe for the rest of your life. A place you always wanted to visit might do it. A place you knew you wouldn’t be able to see otherwise. For you the place was R’lyeh. It didn’t exist on Earth, not in real life anyway, but since you had no luck accessing those that were, you thought why not. For shit and giggles, you were going to fail anyway. You were curious about the city ever since you read the story, your mind plagued by images and theories what would it be like to walk on the hardly solid ground of the nightmarish place. You shivered just thinking about it.

You raised your hands and made the gestures. You inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly. You held your breath, focusing solely on the wish deep inside your heart – to visit the city in which dead Cthulhu waits dreaming. You moved your hand in circles, pulling the power from inside you, bending it to your wish like you did so many times before without success. But this time you were lucky. Orange sparks flickered in the air, urging you to continue the movement, drawing the circle faster until it caught on fire. The portal opened.

Your eyes teared up, head snapped back to Strange who looked at you with bright smile. “Go on,” he prompted. You laughed jumping on the spot and then finally through the portal into the unknown land.

You ran forward in excitement. The ground was shaky, unstable, like it would crumble under your weight but solid at the same time. The place was desolated, a strong scent of fish reeking in the air almost making you throw up. It looked exactly as described though. And the narrator was right. The geometry of this place was wrong. You could tell as much from the high gates and half collapsed statues that surrounded you. Shivers ran down your spin, the hair on the back of your neck standing up. This place was bonkers.

“[Y/n]!” You heard Strange’s voice and turned, still smiling widely. Until you noticed why he was shouting. The portal was closing. And it was too quick for you to run back to it. Terror overcame you. This would be just like the time in Sahara when you couldn’t summon a portal to save your life. Your eyes begged with your mentor to do something. He groaned and jumped through the sparkling circle just in time. The portal closed. You were trapped here together.

Your magic didn’t work here – neither did your sling rings. It seemed like this place absorbed your powers, fed itself from them. And knowing the universe this place lied in, whatever was it that gained strength was much more terrifying than Dormammu. Only if you die here, you’d stay that way. That much was clear to both of you.

With nothing better to do, you set off to look around for possible clues as to how to get away. Other than crossing the ocean seeing as neither of you were strong enough swimmer. Besides who knew what was lurking in the dark waters. The possibilities were enough to creep the hell out of you; you could almost feel something slippery tangling around your ankle and pushing you down to the ocean floor.

“Doctor Strange, I’m –” you blurted out to focus on the reality, not the daydreams that turned cruel in the tainted atmosphere. He shut you up by turning around. His look was cold and hard. He was furious and you didn’t blame him. “You couldn’t just choose a normal place, huh?” He motioned around to the dark desert of mud and slime. You winced.

“You know I’ve been trying and it wasn’t working! You forced my hand on this one!” You snapped, almost twisting your ankle on a slippery beaten path. Who walked here to keep it from growing over anyway? You gulped at the image of creatures that would be able to survive here. You turned after every rattle of branches and humming of the endless ocean as its waves crashed against the shore. The air vibrated with another sound, deep any rhythmic, but try as you may, you couldn’t find the source of it neither tell what could it possibly be. It was like a rumbling of stomach of this stranded place.

“But of all places did you have to choose a place that’s sucking the power out of us if we use it?” You caught up with him for your comfort. “I’m sorry but the original work didn’t feature any sort of warning that it’s especially bad place of sorcerers,” you scoffed, jumping as few rocks fell down another crumbling statue. If you had to guess what it was before… you’d say a pile of dirt. Even if it was made from stone, it seemed to swirl and change its shape, just more indescribable than before.

He rolled his eyes at you. “How come a scaredy-cat like you brought us to this terror world?” He wondered, amused if the situation wasn’t so dire. You crossed your arms. “I’m not scared, just on edge,” you defended yourself. “Yeah, sure,” he smirked as he came to a stop before an opening to what seemed like cave.

‘Seemed’ being the key word. It didn’t look natural. The shape was too regular, walls too straight to be created by the forces of nature. As you stepped inside, your vision saw blurry shapes of slaves, hundreds of them, stumbling and panting to serve their masters as they worked on the temple you currently stood it. And in the next second it was gone. You didn’t have the courage to look at Strange but judging from how tense he became, he saw it too.

You walked further inside, your teeth clattering with fear. With every second you spent inside you felt more and more paranoid. It felt like the walls had eyes and ears, none of you dared to utter a word. And your senses lied to you too. You heard rattling of chains in the long abandoned temple, pained moaning of slaves and gurgling of their inhuman masters. Your skin turned into goosebumps completely. You walked close to your mentor and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was glad for your proximity too.

Finally you came to a stop and had the hall fork more than they did, you’d swear you would be lost by now. In front of you was a great wall, only was that wasn’t overgrown with moss and mold. It seemed to radiate in the darkness. It was covered with strange ruins that looked unlike anything you’ve seen before but then again, you weren’t exactly experience in that field. Unlike certain sorcerer supreme.

He got to reading immediately, desperately searching for anything that would tell him how to get you from this place. You sat down, feeling dizzy from the stale air. If you thought it was unnerving to be outside, this was beyond words. You kept glancing at Strange anxiously, worrying your lip between your teeth. You pulled your knees to your chest, resting your head on them. Just then did you realize how tired you were. The stress drained you, maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to take a little nap…

“[Y/n] no!” He yelled, dragging you out of your thoughts and slowly closing eyes. You gave him a confused look and he sighed, running his hand through his hair. “What’s wrong?” You asked. He seemed uneasy. Scared. You’ve never seen him like that. You stood up and stepped closer to him. “Somewhere in this place sleeps an ancient God, right?” He asked and he seemed almost hopeful. Hopeful to be hopeful. Pathetically clinging to a chance that maybe, by some miracle, the reality was different than he remembered. “Cthulhu, yeah,” you gulped, looking into his blue eyes that searched for anything in your look that suggested you were joking. He found nothing.

“He’s asleep and dreaming,” he sighed finally, voice low and lost. “So?” You prompted when he stayed quiet. “If we fall asleep, he will devour us in our dreams and awaken. We’ll lead him straight to our world.”

You had to lean close to hear him. He was at loss. You were too. You gulped. “Is there anything…?” You wondered aloud but you already knew the answer by how apathetic he became. “No,” he shook his head before smirking bitterly, “Well, yeah. Whatever you do, don’t fall asleep.” You nodded. There was nothing else to do. Once again, you were silent. The temple was silent except for sounds from millennia ago that weren’t really there.

Day Two

He re-read the writing on the wall thousands of times. By now, he’d be able not only to recite them but to do it backwards too. He found nothing. What a surprise after, huh? If he didn’t find a way to escape this nightmare the first time, what would looking hundred more times change? Still he tried and you didn’t blame him. You’d stay inside the temple longer, maybe you’d still be there now hadn’t your hallucinations gotten worse.

The stay seemed to exhaust you quite a bit too. More than it should considered you only sat around and stared. You had to lean on each other for support as you walked the wasteland. The sounds around didn’t bother you anymore because now… now you thought that getting torn apart by a wild eldritch beast was preferable to dying in your sleep if it meant bringing doom to the planet you’ve sworn to protect.

Strange stayed mostly silent too. He was devastated just as you. It’s said that hope dies last. You dared to disagree with that. There was no hope for you.

Day Three

You were sitting side by side on a rock that was tilted so much you shouldn’t be even able to sit on it. You should be falling and sliding down. But no. Nothing in this place made sense and geometry least of all. Or maybe it was just your absolutely exhausted mind playing tricks on you. Hard to tell at this point.

Your head rested on his shoulder and his on your head. You kept each other awake by slight nudging or straight down slapping, only using your voice at the biggest times of crisis. You had nothing to drink or eat. Your throats were dry, voices hoarse. Everything was getting too much. Lethargy settled in.

Hallucinations kicked in again. You saw skinless hounds chasing each other in the tall, matted grass. Shadows were alive and mushy. The deep rumbling got louder. You heard whispers as if from far away, chanting over and over again: “Iä! Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn!”

You wanted to cry but had no energy or water in your body to do so.

Day Four

You struggled to keep awake anymore. Your life consisted of rocking Strange awake only to be shaken with the second you gave it up.

You wouldn’t hold much longer.

“[Y/n]?” He rasped. You looked up, the shock of hearing his voice forcing the last of your strength from you to focus. His blue eyes watered. “I never told you, but you were the best student I could have the privilege to teach. I’m sorry it ended up like this.”

You shook your head gently. “It’s alright… Stephen,” you dared to use his first name. He didn’t seem to mind. “I couldn’t ask for better mentor. Thanks for everything. Sorry I caused all this.” You sniffled, tears spilling from your eyes. Your body sensed its own incoming end.

It was his time to shake his head and chuckle a bit, so low and weak you almost missed the sound in the mess of sounds you shouldn’t hear. “I always teased you about being the world destroyer, didn’t I?” He breathed out the last words, his head falling down, your forehead knocking together.

You laughed. Laughed with eyes closed and heavy limbs. You felt the warm seeping from his skin to yours. It was like a blanket covered you, just like when momma used to tuck you in.

Goodnight, world. You thought as your consciousness slipped from your grasp into oblivion of dreams and destruction.

[celestialnxva]

the marvel masterlist.

context:

The Reader is an oc but…with your name lol. As a hero, they are a spiritual witch that uses water magick, spellcasting, and herbs to protect others around them. This magick is taught traditionally, and they are very talented with their magick. Born in a plane above another dimensional earth known as Hiyas sa Tubig. However, they have no memories of ever living there. After the plane was devastated with destruction in fire and flame, their Goddess Mayari merged with the last of her followers’ spirit and sent the reader to a safe dimension where they can restart their life safely. But between Mayari truly supplying their magick, the unnatural merging into a mortal’s body, and the magick to conceal all wounds in order to keep them alive, it will only be a matter of time where they—along with their family and friends—realize the truth of who they really are. 

This reader is the same for both Marvel and DC fanfictions. The reader is also a person of color, specifically Filipino (Mayari is an important figure to indigenous witches like me), but there is no reason to not be able to enjoy the plots for what they are. :) It’s just that representation matters, even in smaller writing genres like ‘x reader’ fanfictions. Please, however, be respectful to my culture. That would really mean a lot to me. Lastly, the reader is disabled and uses a wheelchair due to the reality of their condition. They do, however, float upright if they are using the full extent of their magick when fighting crime.

series: 

Bridgerton x Marvel: The Race Against Time

chapters:

ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 | ch. 6 | ch. 7 | ch. 8 | ch. 9 | ch. 10

Summary: During the process of returning the stones back to their original timelines, Steve Rogers encounters a mysterious masked man who has somehow acquired a quantum suit. After their fight, the stranger sent all infinity stones scattered back in time and scattered throughout Grosvenor Square, 1814. When they ask for help from you, the only witch who’s gift is travel through time, to travel back in time and retrieve the stones, what dangers await on this new adventure?

Timeline: Post-Endgame 2023, Grosvenor Square, 1814.

Pairings: Stephen Strange x Reader, Benedict Bridgerton x Reader.

individual oneshots and series:

Dr. Strange.

Captain America.

Moon Knight.

Iron-man.

James ‘Bucky’ Barnes.

Thor.

Loki.

Sam Wilson.

Black Panther.

main masterlist.