#doctor stephen strange x reader

[ironstrange1991]

You're My Comfort

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: The reader has a bad day at work and Stephen comes to take care of her.

Word Cont: 2,1k

Warnings: None, just fluff.

A/N: I am still struggling with authors block, but I'm happy for finishing this little something. It's not much, but I was in need of a comfort fic. Hope your guys like it and have a good read.

You arrived from work without even realizing how you managed to drive home. Stephen was busy talking to some Avengers in the living room and you just walked past them up the stairs and straight to your shared room.

You were too tired to even get undressed even though you knew you would feel better after a shower, but still all you could do was kick off your shoes and fall face down on the bed letting a wave of silent crying take over you.

You were tired of your job, tired of the way your boss seemed to suck out your soul along with all your energy, but at the same time you felt bad for feeling that way. After all, you should be grateful to have a job in the first place, or at least you should be grateful that your job doesn't put you in danger or be as physically draining as Stephen's. You lost count of how many times he came home injured and yet he never complained. You on the other hand, seemed like a crying little girl and thinking that way only made you feel even worse and it was a vicious cycle that you couldn't get out of. Feeling bad about feeling bad and so on.

You were still face down, tears silently streaming down your face, when you heard the soft creak of the door opening and closing and the muffled sound of boots on the floor announcing the approaching footsteps. You immediately turned your face away because you didn't want Stephen to notice you were crying and then you felt the mattress dipping.

He touched your arm gently.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" His baritone voice held a note of concern.

You didn't answer, you just shrugged your shoulders like you did when you were a child and your mother asked why you were crying. Many times you didn't even know why you were crying, but you cried anyway and that was exactly how you felt today.

You felt his hand on your head stroking your hair gently and before he could say anything, you crawled closer to him and laid your head on his lap wrapping your arms around his waist. He seemed to like it because his body shook with what you thought was a small laugh. Contrary to what your irrational side told you, Stephen didn't care about your anxiety crisis or those moments where you couldn't say exactly what was happening. He was already used to dealing with your fluctuating moods.

"Can you at least tell me you're okay, so I don't worry?" He asked and you nodded.

"You're okay then. Nothing bad happened?" He insisted and you nodded again.

"Good." He continued stroking your hair in silence.

"I know I've been working a lot these last few days, but if that's what's making you upset..."

"It's not that." You replied with a choked voice. Of course he would find a way to blame himself. When Stephen learned to be less selfish and egocentric, he simply turned completely the other way and became extremely altruistic, which you didn't like, much less approve of.

"Then talk to me, sweetheart. I don't like seeing you like this." His hand had now gone down to the middle of your back, playing with the strands of your hair.

"I'm just tired, I guess."

He sighed "You think so? Y/n you've been working non-stop for the last few weeks."

"There was nothing else to do. You weren't here most of the time and the company needed me."

You can almost see Stephen's eyes rolling back in his head. "They like to take advantage of you, that's what. You're too good for them."

You did not answer. You knew he was right, but you didn't want to give in. He returned his hands to your head and began to caress your scalp with his fingertips lightly and you let out an involuntary groan.

"Feels good, uh?" You could hear the smirk in his voice. Always so proud that he managed to turn you into a puddle of goo whenever he touched you.

"I'm exhausted. I need to sleep. I barely slept at all last night." You confessed to what he vehemently rebuked.

"You know I don't like seeing you in this state. You need to take better care of yourself."

You shook your head. "Right now I don't think I can take care of myself at all. I'm too tired."

He chuckled, surrendering to your charm and drama.

"Do you want me to run a bath for you or would you prefer the shower?"

He asked, already running his fingers through your hair to get it out of your face. He did his best to tie them into a bun.

"You will stay with me?"

"If you want. But you know where this is going to take us, don't you?"

You denied "No funny business tonight. I'm too tired."

He hummed "As you wish, love. Come."

He patted your shoulder for you to allow him to stand up and extended his arms to help you up.

"Too tired to walk." You grumbled and he let out a small laugh.

"Come on. I'll carry you, little girl."

You found somewhere within you the strength to smile and tease him, "Yes, daddy."

He scoffed, but picked you up bride style and took you to the bathroom. He sat you on the toilet and ordered "Raise your arms. Let's take these clothes off."

You obeyed and let yourself be undressed by him slowly. It was different. Although he was used to ripping off your clothes and fucking you senseless, in that moment he was actually being gentle and there was nothing in his eyes but affection.

"Get up so we can take off that skirt." He asked and you did as he ordered. He took off your panties too, leaving you completely naked for him. A light shade of red tinting your cheeks.

"Bathtub or shower?" He asked to be sure and added it right after. "There's no way I'm leaving your side."

You nodded "Bathtub. With lavender and bubbles. Lots of bubbles."

He nodded, but instead of doing the whole process like a normal person, he moved his fingers and the bathtub filled with hot water. With a smirk he snapped his fingers and the water turned lilac and your nostrils were invaded by the delicious smell of lavender as you watched the water fill with foam. "As you wish, madam. Come."

He gave you his hand and helped you get into the tub, and you moaned contentedly with the feeling of the hot water surrounding your body.

He quickly undressed in front of you and that was a sight you would never get used to. Your eyes devoured every inch of his body before he entered the bathtub and sat right behind you.

He moaned softly as well letting the hot water relax him completely.

"Christ, I needed this." He confessed and you leaned your back against his chest feeling yourself being hugged by his strong arms and you leaned your head back letting your eyes close for a minute.

"What a shitty day I had" You blurted out, earning a small laugh from Stephen.

"It is not funny"

He buried his face in your hair, "I know. Want to tell me about it?"

You sighed, "Nothing out of the ordinary happened. I think I'm just tired of that environment, those people. Of doing the work of two or three and not getting any recognition for it. I'm tired of leaving that place feeling empty as if I had left my soul there."

Stephen listened in silence. He was good at that, at listening silently and letting you vent. It was one of his many qualities.

"And I feel bad for feeling this way. It feels like I'm being ungrateful. I know I should be grateful for being in a job in the first place, but I can't feel grateful right now and on top of that I feel silly complaining about my silly problems when you have to deal with so much..."

"Hey, don't do that!" Stephen scolded you. "Don't belittle your problems by comparing them to the things I do. It's not fair. Your feelings are valid, sweetheart and there's nothing wrong with feeling the way you're feeling right now. We just need to think of a way to make it better because I've noticed that this days when your come home like this have become more constant. You're always too tired and sad and I don't like seeing you like that."

You sighed feeling his lips on your neck and your skin prickling.

"I think I just need to stop thinking for a few minutes. My mind is my worst enemy, you know. The more I think the worse I feel."

Stephen hummed and continued placing kisses on your neck "I can help with that." His hands went down to your breasts, caressing them lightly.

"I said no funny business." You scolded him and he giggled softly and you felt him conjure up a soft sponge still under the water and started rubbing your back and neck with it. You can't stop a little moan from escaping your lips.

"I don't deserve you, Steph." You confessed to what he hummed, using the sponge to rub your arms, your belly, your thighs, every place he could reach.

"I usually think the same thing when you take care of me."

"Guess we don't deserve each other then." You teased.

"Or we were made for each other. I like this option better."

"Because you're a romantic. You want to be tough, but deep down you're soft, Stephen."

He let out an incredulous laugh "I've been called many things, but romantic is the first time."

You smiled, keeping your eyes closed and reveling in the touch of his hands when he puts down the sponge and started massaging your shoulders gently. His hand was shaking, but you even liked that feeling.

"You're different with me." You insisted. "I watch you with everyone else and you're different when you're with me, sweeter and more affectionate."

He hummed petulantly. "You didn't expect me to treat Stark and Wong the way I treat my girlfriend, right?"

"It's not that. I just think you allow yourself to be your most natural self when you're with me and I like that."

"I like it too." He agreed kissing the back of your neck.

The two of you were silent for a few minutes, his hands continued massaging your shoulders lightly and although he couldn't put too much pressure on the act, it was enough to relax you. The sound of cars passing on the street occasionally broke the silence of the Sanctum, as well as the sound of the water that was slowly cooling and his calm and steady breathing.

Eventually your eyes started to get heavy and Stephen must have felt the way you let the weight of your body rest on his because he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed the top of your head.

"Are you feeling better?" He asked genuinely worried.

You hummed positively and he sighed looking relieved.

"Good. Now I think we can finish here and go straight to bed, what do you think?"

You didn't have time to respond because your stomach growled embarrassingly loud to which Stephen let out a small laugh.

"Food first, then. Come." He asked and the two of you got out of the tub.

When you finished getting dressed, Stephen in just pajama pants and you in a nightgown, you ran to get under the covers and get comfortable.

"I'll get you something to eat. How about a sandwich?"

You nodded and then asked "What did you have for dinner?"

He shook his head "To be honest, I didn’t even remember to eat. It was a pretty busy afternoon."

You scolded him with a look, "Then I guess you can bring sandwiches for both of us."

Stephen nodded.

He came back a few minutes later with a plate with some sandwiches cut in halves, which you quickly devoured. When you both finished, neither of you was willing to get up, so Stephen just placed the plate on the bedside table and adjusted himself on the pillows, letting you lay on his chest.

"I know I've said this before, but you're so good to me, Steph."

He sighed, stroking your arm gently.

"I love you." You said, closing your eyes and feeling the tiredness of the day overwhelm you.

Stephen placed a kiss on the top of her head. "Taking care of you is what I love doing most, sweetheart. I love you. You have no idea how much."

You hummed softly "Yes I do because I love you just the same."

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[leviathanspain]

he’s got that fire

doctor strange x reader

synopsis: you have an unusual relationship with your mentor/boss, and when he asks you to be his date to an important awards ceremony, you can’t help but relish in his fire

a/n: stephen strange is so lana del rey coded omff, so heavy sad girl vibes. i haven’t proofread and it’s longer than any of my usual works i think.

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he always told you how much of a gift it was for him to choose you. it was always like that, he chose you, like some god. that he had made your life better by choosing to be in it. he repeated that to you whenever you became ‘insubordinate’.

you never really argued though. you knew that it wasn’t ever the right thing to do, especially with someone so arrogant, you’d be wasting a breath and your career if you did so.

but you learned to live with his narcissism, he was the best surgeon in new york, and arguably in the states. his credentials are why you’ve never argued back.

this day was not any different.

“i said that we should do the shunt.” stephen stared at the films. he was cross, had been since the morning and was now profoundly irritated but hadn’t stated why.

“you’ll kill him. think about it, what if we do another approach in a few days? give him enough recovery time so that when you actually do the surgery, he won’t die on the table.” you explained your decision, but stephen had already stopped listening. he was shaking his head, clearly none of this was going as he wanted.

“stephen-“ you closed your eyes, already preparing to apologize for undermining him, when he shushed you. “i-“ you scoffed but didn’t say anything else.

“we’ll do it tomorrow. it’ll be the first surgery of the day, i want it to go well.” he recycled your idea, and turned around with a nod, “get me dr. palmer. i want her to be in there.” he demanded.

you looked up from your notepad and raised your eyebrows, “you don’t want me in there?” you were his student, his resident, you were assigned to scrub in on all his surgeries-

“no. i want dr. palmer. that is final.” he stalked over to the door, pulling it open and letting it shut behind him without another word.

you couldn’t lie and say you were disappointed. you had hoped that after last night, that you and stephen had finally come to an understanding. but this had just proved that he wasn’t capable of listening. and that he was still hopelessly in love with christine.

“dr. l/n.” a nurse had stopped you as you walked around, moping about stephen kicking you off the surgery. she handed you some papers, “dr. strange has requested you in his office. and he needs to sign these papers for the patient in 203.” she smiled thinly, clearly making you do part of her job.

you shoved the papers back, and stalked off.

you had swiped a salad on your way to his office. you had learned from the first few times that stephen requesting you in his office was like attending a lecture, all about him. and you wouldn’t starve if you were going to be stuck there.

you knocked on the door once before pushing it open. stephen was sitting at his desk, an untouched piece of salmon and greens was in front of him. he didn’t even look up when you walked in.

“what’s up?” you set your salad down, including some of your patient files. you took the chair opposite of his, and cracked open your salad.

“i hate it when you speak like that.” his eyes remained glued to his computer screen.

you looked up, rolling your eyes, “one of the nurses said you requested me? might i inquire why or are we just going to stare at each other and pretend like last night didn’t happen?” you were angry.

he could tell.

your voice shook with a twinge of rage that only he could be the reason behind. it was always the same twinge, it was the same twinge earlier when he had requested christine for the surgery.

his eyes broke away from the screen for the first time since you had walked in. he stared at you, as if trying to calculate this moment in his head. he paused, silence taking the both of you as he stared into your eyes.

“i- i didn’t want to have to do this-“ stephen sighed, “we’re at work. when we’re working, i’m your boss, you are my resident. we can talk about us, later.” he sounded so professional that if you didn’t know him so well, you’d probably throw yourself on the floor and beg for forgiveness.

“just tell me why you picked her over me. that’s all i want to know.” you challenged, your eyes boring into his.

stephen scoffed, “i chose dr. palmer because she is a more experienced surgeon than you. you would just-“

“fuck it up?” you finished his sentence and rolled your eyes, “if you don’t have faith in me than that is a reflection on your abilities as a teacher, as my mentor.”

“no it is not. because if you actually did what you were told, you would be on your way to making an incredible surgeon. but you aren’t. you’d be mediocre at best.” his words cut hard. he hadn’t blinked, and you didn’t dare to look away.

it was weakness to look away. you had to be able to continue to stare him down, if he was going to listen to you.

“i do exactly as i am told. last night was the perfect example of that, wasn’t it, doctor?” you raised your eyebrows and incredibly, stephen broke the eye contact.

“get out.” he returned his gaze to the computer screen and you were taken aback.

“what-“

“i said get out. get your shit, and get the fuck out of my office.” stephen didn’t hesitate to yell at you, which made you want to cringe.

you stood up, sighing as you collected your things, you had almost made it out when you stopped, hand lingering on the doorknob, “this is why christine left you. you’re a fucking asshole, and no one will ever love you.” he had turned, but you had already left before he could yell anymore.

you knew you shouldn’t have slept with your boss. clearly, as you sat at home instead of scrubbing in on a surgery, that it wasn’t working out well.

you had left the hospital after your little outburst with stephen. your pager kept going off, but you had ignored it since they were all from, unsurprisingly, stephen. you tossed and turned in your bed, not having the energy to do anything else.

he had ruined you. he had ruined you from the moment you had entered the program.

but yesterday, he had really ruined you. he ruined whatever perfect balance the two of you had. you knew him, and he knew you, but now you were too involved, too emotionally attached.

you couldn’t even curb your jealously. it wasn’t about your abilities or her abilities, it was the fact that he wanted his ex-girlfriend to scrub in with him, and not you.

stephen stared at the wall. he had been staring at it since you left. assumingely, you had gone home. all of his pages went unanswered, and he knew that he had really, really fucked up.

there was a knock at the door and stephen turned, “come in.” he had hoped it was you, but he never had to welcome you in. you’d always just waltz in, carrying food and random case notes.

“i’ve been looking for your resident all day. i heard she’s the expert on the case?” dr. palmer had graced his office for the first time in a long time. stephen didn’t have the best poker face when it came to surprises, and he couldn’t hide this one.

“uh-“ he laughed slightly, blinking as he focused on her, “yeah she wasn’t feeling well today. she might’ve gone home but the case is at the nurses station.” he didn’t smile, he never did at her anymore.

christine nodded, “hey, stephen.. why did you ask me to scrub in with you? if you already have a perfectly capable resident-“

stephen shook his head, “i- i just wanted you there. i don’t know why- but,” he shrugged, “i cant trust residents, can i?”

christine laughed awkwardly, her attempt at trying to get out of this was already shot to the ground, so she just exited.

you wanted to quit. you had spent all night practicing how you’d do it. you were going to go to his office, set the resignation letter down on his desk and walk out without saying anything.

but you couldn’t even gather the courage to print your letter out. you had left the paper jammed in your printer, half inked, as you left to go to work.

“good morning.” stephen greeted you at the nurses station. it was time for the early mornings rounds. you nodded, but didn’t say anything as you walked off.

stephen chose to ignore the fact that you ignored him, and walked after you, “i am going to need any and all case notes on that patient today.”

you scoffed, “why? you never read any of my notes.” which was true. he always thought your notes were just annoying little scribbles.

“they’re for dr. palmer. she requested that she get any notes relevant to the surgery today.” he responded.

“oh, okay. i’ll drop it off at your office along with all the respect i have for you.” and you turned a corner, leaving him in the dust for rounds.

you were sitting in the cafeteria, head in your hands over your tray of food, you hadn’t even noticed the people gathering around your table.

“dude- long time no see.” you looked up to see one of your old friends that you had met during your internship, thalia. before all of this, before him.

you smiled, a real one in a long time, “we’re residents. we’re lucky if we even have clean underwear.” you joked. she smiled, “i heard you’ve been working closely with dr. strange. how is it? he’s got the hands of a god, you know.”

you blinked, almost happy to be able to get through a conversation that wasn’t plagued by stephen strange.

you blinked, hesitating with your words until it all came spilling out. “we slept together. multiple times.”

thalia’s jaw fell, practically hit the floor as she stared at you in disbelief.

“and we’re fighting right now so i’d really love it if we could just move on-“

“dr. l/n.” you turned at the sound of that voice, abruptly ending your conversation with your friend, you couldn’t hide the shock on your face to see stephen standing in front of you.

he never came to the cafeteria. he was always too good for it, and it was evident that even just his presence was shocking enough. all other conversations seemed to quiet down to complete silence.

“stephen-“

“you’re scrubbing in. dr. palmer has another surgery that will run late so-“

you nodded, “understood.”

your unwillingness to say anything more was evident, and stephen would not open that can of shit right in the middle of the cafeteria for all the underachievers to hear.

he nodded, leaving as quickly as he came.

you stared at his hands moving gracefully in the patient. he was a god, it was clear in his work, that’s why he was the way he was.

“suction.” you immediately brought down the tube in your hands, sucking at whatever he pointed at.

his glove caught on the tube, the air trying to suck up his finger. he pulled back, just as you pulled the tube away.

“oh my go-“ you stared at the tube, and turned back to stephen. he raised his eyebrows just as you dipped your head back to laugh.

stephen looked around at the rest of the staff but didn’t say anything as you finished laughing by yourself.

you let out a sigh, your laugh turned into a quiet chuckle, even as you met his eyes, you still couldn’t stifle it.

“i’m sorry.” you apologized, “that was unprofessional and it won’t happen again.” you blinked, head bowed as you waited.

but stephen didn’t say anything, he looked up to stare at you once before going back to work.

stephen asked you to meet him in his office after the surgery. you had to practically throw yourself up each step to get to his office, exhaustion weighing heavy on your bones.

you didn’t even bother to knock this time, you just pushed the door open and dragged yourself in. stephen was sitting at his desk, but he had the case files in his hands.

he looked up once he saw you, and you took a seat across his desk. “you wanted to see me?”

stephen nodded, throwing down the case files, “this is good stuff.”

you blinked. hardly did stephen ever freely give compliments. you had thought you were the worst resident until he had called you “okay” once during an assistive surgery. another surgeon had said that meant you were good.

clearly stephen knew what you were thinking, and he grimaced, “christine suggested i read them.” you hummed in acknowledgment, “and she also told me to apologize.”

you looked at him expectantly, eyebrows raised.

“i am sorry for not calling you, or texting you after..” he mumbled off, “and im sorry for kicking you out of my office, it was rude and i am so-“ he faltered and you sighed, standing up.

he watched as you strode over to his side of the desk, hips swaying in your tight scrub pants. your hand gripped the leather of his desk chair, pulling it back as you positioned yourself on his lap.

stephen watched you carefully, watched as you dragged a finger across his cheek, smiling coyly, “i accept your apology, stephen.” you hummed again, “and i am sorry for what i said.”

stephen held your hips, his large hands tightening around them so you wouldn’t fall. “it’s okay. it’s okay.” he assured you, hands moving to caress your neck, he planted a kiss on your collarbone, just underneath your scrub top.

you shivered at the contact, but you were eager for more. stephen was hardly affectionate, especially at work. it made you wonder how it all even happened in the first place, as he was always so clipped with you.

stephen kissed your neck, sucking hard on the skin that you were sure they’d bruise.

“come away with me.” he whispered, “put on a slutty little dress and come away with me tonight.” he gripped hard on your hips, and you laughed, “what? where?” you were surprised he hadn’t mentioned anything about a trip to you.

“i was nominated for an award in california. the ceremony is tonight and i was hoping that you would accompany me.” he didn’t smile, but there was a hint of one.

“publicly?” you drew your brows together, hand on his shoulder as you looked into his eyes.

“well- people would only assume that we work together. but yes, publicly.” he nodded, and you felt your stomach drop to your ass.

“uh-“ you scoffed, “yeah. sure, i’ll go.” you couldn’t hide your hesitation. the last person that stephen ‘worked’ with was christine, and people would notice.

stephen nodded, “okay. i’ll see you tonight, kid.” his lips brushed past yours as he planted a kiss on your cheek. “tease.” you commented, gripping his shoulder as you hopped off his lap.

“i’m the tease?” he grabbed your wrist and you looked at the tent in his pants. a laugh escaped you, even as you strutted out of his office.

waiting was unbearable. you found yourself glancing over to the clock hoping hours would roll by until it finally did, and you were gathering your things to head home and prepare.

stephen said that he had arranged a private flight to california, and that he and a driver would be at your apartment by 8.

“are you out of here?” thalia, standing at the end of the hallway, broke you out of your thoughts, “i heard you’re going with strange to that ceremony?” you nodded, as you met her at the end, you couldn’t hide your smile.

she nudged you, smiling, “aw im so happy for you. especially after we all thought dr. palmer would go with him.”

your smile fell immediately and you stepped back, “what? why would you think that?”

thalia shrugged, “because he asked her. i heard them in the attendings lounge, when i had gone to find my-“ she continued to ramble on but you had stopped listening. you walked past her and slammed the double doors open. she called your name, but you were already in the wind.

all you could do was practically run out of the hospital, dashing past the front desk and out the doors. you panted, feeling the ache of a sob in your chest. you walked now, breaking down in tears on the way to your car.

how could he have asked her, before he asked you?

you realized you couldn’t go home now. stephen would be there soon to pick you up, to take you to an event that you weren’t supposed to be at.

stephen paced the apartment lobby. your doorman said that he hadn’t seen you since the previous morning. your car hadn’t been parked in its designated spot either, evident of your absence.

“fuck..” stephen muttered, his fingers breezing on the screen as he tried to call you. thing was, you always called him, never the other way around so he couldn’t remember the numbers to even dial.

he scrolled through his call list but it was a sea of unknown numbers, and stephen didn’t remember the last time you called.

stephen walked back up to the doorman, “can i go look in her apartment?” the doorman raised his eyebrows and stephen sighed, “i’m her bo-“ he paused, unsure of what to call himself, he grimaced, “i am her colleague. i just-“

the doorman nodded, there was a look on his face as he looked at stephen up and down, “yeah..i know who you are.” as he spoke stephen realized that it was disdain that this doorman held for him.

but as the doorman let stephen up, he didn’t even care how you talked about him, it was that you talked about him at all.

the apartment was messy. of course it was. you were a fifth year resident who clocked in more hours at the hospital than all the combined time spent at home. but it wasn’t dirty messy, it was a barely moved in, hadn’t had time to unpack messy. the stack of broken down boxes in the corner was evident. he pursed his lips at the sight, but continued in.

your bedroom was close, he could see the edge of a mattress through a cracked door. it was barren, besides the bed and dresser, it was filled with packing peanuts and a box of hospital scrubs. he hummed, stepping out and deciding to check out the next room.

he pushed the door open, revealing a very organized office space. there was a long desk along the wall, a chalk board took up the entirety of another wall, medical scrawl was all over it. pictures of anatomy were hung up, including unknown jars of specimen.

stephen was more than intrigued, he was impressed. the rest of your apartment was messy, barely lived in, but your work was your life, and your office was clear of that.

he trailed towards the desk, a dim light shone from your desktop, and he nudged the computer mouse to turn it on.

dear stephen,

i am writing to formally tender my resignation as a fifth year resident under your tutelage…

there was a mix of worry in his mind that he hadn’t felt in a long time. the rest of the letter was just professional bullshit on your decision to leave him. you weren’t leaving the hospital, you were leaving him.

but he had to get the truth.

it had been hours since the award ceremony. hours since it would’ve started at least, looking at the clock, you knew that it was time to return home.

stephen probably didn’t even make it to your house, since you hadn’t received a single call. the area you had gone to, outside of the city, still got decent cell service, so you knew he didn’t even try.

you no longer felt the rage of being overlooked in your career and in your relationship, all you felt was the regret of believing him. you tightly gripped your steering wheel, and silently drove back home.

stephen waited silently. he had looked through your pantry, trying to find something to snack on until your arrival; he knew he’d be there all night.

but didn’t take anything, deciding that he wasn’t even hungry, just restless and angry, and as soon as he heard keys jingle at the door, he stood up.

“stephen.” you were breathless, your hand was clutching hard on your doorknob as your bag hit the floor. it landed upright, but you pushed it to the side with your foot. stephen didn’t move, watching as you cautiously stepped forward.

“what- what are you doing here?” you swallowed thickly, hands feeling clammy against the rough fabric of your hospital scrubs. you looked at him up and down, eyes lingering on his sharp suit, hands positioned at his side. “i’ve been waiting for you.”

you nodded, “i’m sorry if you missed the award-“ you felt your voice shake, afraid of how this confrontation would proceed. you kept your eyes glued to the floor, afraid to look again into his striking face.

“you think this is about that?” he scoffed incredulously, his eyes narrowing at you. you could just feel the edge in his voice, it was the same edge that had haunted you nearly all of your residency.

he took your silence for shame, and continued, “i found your letter. when were you planning to hand it in? hmm? after you assisted on a major surgery or after i was presented with an award with you by my side-“ it was your turn to scoff. you looked up, walking towards him at a speed that had you now nose to nose.

“you think that i’m proud of being second choice?” your voice broke, and you sighed, knowing just exactly how this would end. stephen’s face fell, and he looked speechless at your emotion.

you inhaled a breath, trying to calm yourself down as you fought to say your piece. “i- i had to hear from thalia, of all people, that you had originally asked christine to be your date tonight.” you felt a tear fall down your cheek, “you come in here, into my apartment, look through my things and accuse me of what? riding your success?” you spat, your voice still wavered, but you carried on, “i’ve had to be second to the greatest love of your life. and i will not continue to be.” you sniffled, looking at stephen right in the eye, “i quit. i don’t ever want to see you or that fucking hospital again.”

stephen was absolutely wordless. he didn’t even know what to do with it, and as he watched you strut down the hallway to your bedroom, he found himself following you.

you sniffled, and noticed he was right on your trail, “get out, stephen. get-“

he stayed firmly planted, and instead raised his eyebrows, “christine is not the greatest love of my life- i thought she was.” you rolled your eyes, not wanting to hear his speech, “until i met you. and i’ve been selfish. i’ve been keeping you from your potential. so you should quit, be a better surgeon under someone who-“ he faltered, and his features softened, “who doesn’t love you.”

you felt your face get hot as you tried to speak. stephen strange just told you he loved you…

“it’s okay.” he stepped forward and you found yourself stepping into his embrace. he kissed your forehead, “it’s okay.” he repeated, assuring that it in fact, was okay.

as bittersweet the moment was, you had to release all of the truth, even if you knew it would only hurt him more.

“i love you, too.” you whispered, hands gathering up his suit fabric, gripping it tightly you didn’t want to let go. but he didn’t say anything, the two of you continued to hug until you practically fell asleep in his arms.

[sweetpinkchampagne]

sinful II

18+ readers only please lovelies!! (this is for a reason please listen<3)

little synopsis: the reader is tonys daughter (he had her young, canon doesnt exist) theres tension between you and stephen, an obvious age gap keeping you from eachother (26, 40). theyre 'trapped' in an elevator together and the tension crumbles.

its been 2 days since the elevator incident and stephen has left you high and dry.. at an event you spot stephen with a young model in his lap, clearly he has a type. an angry confrontation leads to sex in a bathroom.

pronouns: female pronouns are used

relationship: fem reader x stephen strange not established relationship

note: i do not know what possessed me to write this shit, i will not apologise. i love you <333

warnings: defined age gap, stephen being possessive, controlling smut, dd/lg kind offf, petnames, semi public sex

it had been two nights, two long nights since your slip up with stephen. since you dropped your façade. you had woken up in his bedroom to cold sheets and an empty pillow. he had gone. fuck that, you thought. neither of you texted each other and conveniently he missed two days of work. well, define work - because he managed to find it within him to show up to a gala your father had thrown. a very fancy gala where people bidded on expensive technology and played characters for an evening. mingle with potential investors, keep up with appearances, engage with the press. those were the rules, and you weren’t going to disobey your father. another interesting detail that was headlined by TMZ, “doctor stephen strange seen with blonde supermodel. love or lust?” you weren’t blonde, or a supermodel by trade. that struck a nerve. 

it was 8pm, the gala had started an hour ago but you decided that just in case he did show up, you wanted to make a statement. your dress was a floor length black lacey number, with a sheer element that somewhat exposed your lower back and your ass. cascading down the stairs elegantly, you pushed open the doors loudly, fuck it you wanted to be seen. interrupting some old white man's bid on your father’s new bionic eye invention. the room went silent and heads whipped around. you sauntered over to the round table that seated natasha and maria, plopping yourself down in the seat next to the lovebirds. out of the corner of your eye you could see a man with jet black hair and grey streaks eyeing you, tongue in cheek, jaw clenched and you loved in it. natasha was the only person who knew of your one night stand turned revenge plot - therefore so did maria. you loved them both dearly.

“he’s staring, oh he’s livid.” natasha chuckled, adjusting her necklace. you swiveled turning back in your seat to grab a glass of very expensive champagne from the waiter, thanking him. 

“who’s that?” maria cocked her head, studying the blonde sat next to him. you knew it was her, you didn’t bother to look.

“stella whitford, shes a 26 year old model for dolce and gabbana.” natasha nearly spat out her red wine at your retort and maria snorted. 

“jesus stark! what are you, a stalker?” nat composed herself before looking back at the model. whitford was laughing, stephen whispering something in her ear. must have been fucking hilarious. 

“not a stalker, i'm just...well–read.” 

“didn’t think TMZ was your kind of read.”

“oh, so you guys saw it too?” maria nodded before mumbling an insult directed to stephen under her breath and nat agreed. you shrugged in response, "it's clear he’s just a middle aged man who preys on young women. i couldn't care less. honestly." you lied

“oh come on..” natasha responded, giving you an all-knowing look. 

“sold!! to edward tieran for 6.5 million dollars!” the sound of the mallet against the wood ringing in your ears as the crowd clapped. you heard the blonde pleading behind yo, far away and stephen firmly saying no. controlling prick. stella stood up, dismissing stephen before making her way to your table. you appreciated that.

“hi! oh my god, i know this is totally unprofessional but i’m like a big fan and i just- i'm sorry i just wanted to meet you! i’m stella.” she grinned widely, adoringly looking at you. she was so sweet. it was clear she had no idea about you and stephen. 

“oh! no, don't apologise, that’s so sweet!! it’s so nice to meet you stella” you shook her hand before natasha queried politely. 

“are you sitting with, strange?” she said with a smile on her face. you kicked her ankle from under the table and maria bit her cheek to hold back her laughter. 

“oh, yeah. he’s just a hookup, to be entirely honest with you i just wanted to attend a gala. i begged for him to take me and he finally gave in! he’s not my type, he was just in the right place at the right time.” a wave of relief washed over you, drowning you. you all continued chatting, politely mingling and she swiftly checked her phone seeing it was 10:30pm. 

“i'm so sorry! i have to go, i have this like really important club event to go to, you know how it is. there’s a buncha modelling scouts there. it was so lovely meeting you guys!!” she quickly hurried off, abandoning stephen. 

“i love her, can we take her home? she’s so precious” natasha teased at how threatened you were by stella. you felt stupid. she was lovely. more than lovely, and she was absolutely gorgeous.

“okay, okay.. i got it. she’s very sweet and i feel like an idiot.” you groaned, your head resting against your hand, your elbow on the table. it was bad manners, but whatever. servers holding plates of the regular beef and chicken circulated the venue, placing meals to the left of attendees. 

“i'm just going to go to the ladies room, i’ll be back” you sighed, ducking in between the servers, apologising but still confidently walking. you opened the doors to the lobby, it was entirely empty. the bathroom was beautiful, with gorgeous marble pillars and sinks. you touched up your lipstick and stood there composed. you washed your hands and dried them with a paper towel, still embarrassed. you walked with your back to the door to the bathroom, throwing your balled up paper towel into the bin. and suddenly, thud. a lean but muscular body hit you. before you could turn around to see who it was he spoke. 

“nice shot” you could recognise that baritone voice anywhere. you rolled your eyes and turned around. 

“i could get you kicked out for harassment for standing in the women's bathroom” you bit back. you were all riled up. 

“what? you're lonely, date leave you or something??” you said turning around. he was smirking. god you wanted to slap him. you swore you weren’t an angry person but he did things to you. 

“oh don’t tell me you’re jealous, dear.” he walked forward, essentially pushing his way into the bathroom before he shut the door. jealous?? please. 

“you were the one who left, didn’t speak a word to me and then hooked up with stella whitford - who by the way, can do so much better than you.” you scoffed. 

“you reading up on me, baby? i didn’t know you cared for me that much” he chuckled, looking around the bathroom, continuing to step forward before your lower back hit one of the beautiful marble sinks. 

“drop your panties” he said lowly, undoing his dress shirt’s sleeves, before efficiently rolling them up and backing you against the sink and lowering his head down to look at you. 

“excuse me? you can’t just barge in here after you left me in the dark" you were swiftly cut off. 

“do I need to repeat myself? i said, drop your fucking panties, stark. don't be bratty.” he had your chin positioned up, looking into your eyes, tutting. that cold, sexy stare. would you be weak for giving in, because god you wanted to.. without thinking you complied, shimming down your skimpy black lace underwear and throwing them at his chest. he chuckled at your childish response before he spun you around and unzipped your dress. he didn’t rip it, he unzipped it.. that was new. the dress fell to the floor. 

“elbows on the sink for me, pretty girl, can you do that fr’ me??” you were putty in his hands.

“this isn't fair and you know it.” you retorted, the cold marble stinging your elbows. 

“i know baby, let me kiss it better for you, yeah??” the sound of him undoing his belt sent shivers down your spine. this wasn’t exactly a private bathroom, anyone could walk in at any time and he knew it. before you knew it he was pounding into you as you gripped the sink, hot breaths fogging up the mirrors as the sound of skin hitting skin echoed through the room. 

“oh stephen.” you moaned, throwing your head back slightly, he wasn’t kind, this wasn’t making love - this was pure sex. 

“fucking christ you’re addictive.” he groaned before speeding up his pace. he was hitting your cervix unmercilessly. his knuckles white as he dug into the plush of your hips. god he looked good in a suit. the pounding against your g-spot made you whimper, your eyes glazed over and your mouth parted. your hair wasn’t in the pretty curls they were before you stepped into the bathroom. 

“god- i’m.. go- gonna.” you whimpered and he smirked at you in the mirror, watching you intently. 

“right there with you, come on sweetheart. give it to me, make a mess fr’ me.”  

you were done for. you came with a loud cry, your body shaking and trembling as the last waves of pleasure washed over you. he released your hips and kissed the back of your neck, giving you a satisfied, cocky smile. you collapsed in his arms, your heart still pounding as he cleaned you up, redressed you and propped you back up on the sink. his scarred hands gently taming your hair and tucking a curl behind your ears. he kissed your forehead as you looked up at him dumbly, face flushed, freshly fucked, head empty. how could you have said yes?

“fucking christ you’re addictive” the words he had spoken previously, ringing in your ears, stuck in your head.

[wint3r-h3art]

All Mine | S.Strange x Reader

Summary: It was supposed to be a date night with your fiance for your anniversary, but a run-in with your ex turned your mood sour. Stephen wasn’t going to let it ruin your night.

Word count: 3.7K 

Warning: Established relationship, slight angst and smut, then fluff a head. Protective and possessive Stephen, fingering, cunnilingus, p in v sex, breeding kink (Stephen is feeling spicy), creampied.

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI !!

A/N: this is my entry to @fluffyprettykitty writing challenge. My prompt was “dinner date, but run into an ex”. At first I was going for some jealous Strange, but I wrote that already * cough cough* Suit & Tie *cough cough* 🌝 I’ve been in my feels lately, and then the discussion about Stephen and his breeding kink happened, so here we are. It’s only briefly, but y’know, it’s still something. 💛 if you enjoy this, comment and reblog are greatly, greatly appreciated. It just means a lot. No beta as usual, so if I missed anything, I apologized 💛

Dr. Strange Masterlist

***do not copy, repost, rewrite, or translate my work anywhere else !!

It was supposed to be a nice anniversary dinner with your fiance.

After being together for more than three years, you and he were hoping for some nice night out where you could enjoy your alone time together.  All of that seemed to diminish though when you spotted your ex-boyfriend walking into the same restaurant you and Stephen were at.

“What a nice surprise! How long has it been already? four, five years?”

“8 years if you include the blip,” you pointed out before picking up your glass of wine and drinking it hastily. You felt Stephen eyeing you, yet he made you move to step in yet.

“That long, huh? Damn. Looking good…and you are?” your ex turned to look at your fiance. All of you knew that he knew who Stephen was. Yet his pretense to not knowing who he was meant to humiliate you. Stephen did not take that too kindly as he noticed your expression.

“Doctor Stephen Strange, former neurosurgeon and the current master of the mystic art–you know one of the people that helped bring everyone back from the blip.” Stephen flashed your ex a cocky smile.

You could feel the air around him shifted. This was the infamous asshole Stephen that you don’t want to mess with.

You watched as your ex-boyfriend’s face slowly morphed into something of a scowl. 

“Oh, so you’re with the Avenger…Nice to know you’re moving up in life, Y/N. I remember how shy you were. Like, can you believe that, babe? I was dating a shy person. I didn’t know what I was thinking.” 

Stephen didn’t miss the jab he intended for you. You could see the way the muscles of your fiance’s jaws clenched and unclenched as he tried his hardest to not make a scene.

“I’m John by the way and this is my girlfriend–”

“Suzanne,” she chimed in as she rushed forward and offered her hand to Stephen. Your fiance glanced down at her hand first before his eyes glanced back up to her face. He was completely unamused.

“I’m a big fan of your, doctor….Oh my–I didn’t know you’re a fan of Armani. Y’know, I modeled for their brand before. Lovely people to work with. I can totally hook you up with even nicer suits.”

Stephen looked at the woman before him then at her hand before he spoke again, completely neglecting her hand and her as well. “That’s great and all that, but I’m trying to have dinner with my fiance here. If you both don’t mind, I would like to continue.”

Your ex-boyfriend was about to say something, but no words came out. You turned at Stephen and noticed that his hand moved in a slight gesture as if he had cast a spell on the other man.

“John, what are you saying?! Are you choking? Jesus, John! Someone help him!” Suzanne scrambled as the host and servers alike came rushing to see what was happening.

“Stephen!” you hissed under your breath as you watched him chuckling behind his wine glass.

“What, sweetheart?”

“Stop that.”

Stephen shrugged as he sat the glass down and began cutting the stake on his plate. “Stop what? Our dinner? I thought you were enjoying it.”

“Babe, I know what you did…Please?” 

“Give him a week and a half. His annoying voice will return. Happy?”

“Thank you.”

His dark brows lifted. “For what? He was trying to humiliate you. I only did what I had to do, protecting your honor.”

You chuckled, though he noticed your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. He could sense that your ex-boyfriend’s words were getting to you. 

“And I thank you for that,” you comment, though you still refuse to meet his eyes. Something about the way he was looking at you right now that made you want to just curl up into his arms. But tonight was your night. You shouldn’t let such a small thing like this bother you.

Or so you tell yourself.

The ride back to the sanctum was quiet. 

Stephen didn’t say much after that. He could see the sparkle in your eyes was gone, completely diminished by that scumbag. He could see how much it bothered you and he wasn’t going to let tonight turn sour. He was determined to make it up to you the only way he knows how.

Stephen wrapped an arm around your waist and drew you in against him as you exited the cap. His mouth took yours with an ardent fervor the moment the sanctum door closed. 

Your hands clung to his chest. His kiss was bold and possessive. You couldn’t help but surrender your will to him.

Your mouth parted without much thought, and Strange took this opportunity to slip his tongue inside. He lifted you slightly, pressing your back against the hard wooden door of his room, while his other hand grabbed your thigh as he pressed his groin against your growing ache. 

He tasted sweet just like the wine you shared, yet his smell was what enticed you. He was like a hot summer day. The heady, warm, and spicy smell was like a spell, lulling you into a haze, filling your head with nothing but his masculine scent. It was hard to resist when all you could think of was him. 

His tongue slowly traced along your lower lip before he dipped back inside, stroking and flickering with a promise. 

In this ecstatic moment, you’ve forgotten about your little run-in with your ex-boyfriend or the little comment he made with his date about how docile and meek you were. It seemed like your fiance made sure that your thoughts were filled with nothing but him and his ability to reduce you into a panting mess. 

His mouth teased and played with you, nibbling at your lips occasionally while he shamelessly ground his bulge against your clothed slit. You moaned under his kiss, eyes closed as you were enraptured by him. Your breasts tingled, and your nipples hardened, pushing and straining against the thin fabric of your dress, which did nothing to hide your desire for him.

The sweet ache between your thighs only grew stronger to a point where it started to throb to your frantic heartbeat. Slick gathered at your panties, dampening through the thin fabric.  Every time you felt his bulge pressing too hard against your center, you felt like you were about to burst right out of your skin.

“All mine,” he muttered as he kissed his way down to your neck, then to your chest. The possessiveness of his words excited you. It was rare to see him lose his composure, let alone abandon his usual calm and collective mentality. Perhaps it was the way your ex was talking about you, or perhaps it was his way of reassuring you that you were more than your past. 

Or perhaps, Strange was simply a jealous man.

You see, he didn’t miss the way your ex was looking at you and saw the kind of woman you have become. It wasn’t all of his doing completely, but he knew damn well that he was the one that truly sees the real you–the real woman with need and desire with an insurmountable appetite underneath those layers of insecurity and diffidence. He was the one that loved all your ups and downs, staying up with you all night to talk about your day and comfort you when you needed it most. And that couldn’t even surmount all the time you have taken care of him.

Stephen lingered there as he pressed his nose against the soft flesh of your cleavage, inhaling your scent. Your skin felt scorched by his mouth as desire flamed inside of you. Goosebumps pricked at your skin as you felt his tongue sweep over the soft flesh. Your breath wavered as your head fell back against the wall. You could feel his teeth grazing on your skin before he raised his head and kissed your mouth once more. 

This time, you clung to him with an equal passion. Your hands gripped at his arms, your tongue slid against his with the same boldness, an invitation for even deeper intimacy.

“Please,” you muttered against his lips as you drew back a little to breathe. 

You caught a glimpse of him and saw how swollen his lips were. Your eyes moved to meet his. The bright, deep, cerulean eyes were now darkened like a raging storm, ready to strike at any moment. 

“Please what, darling?” His voice came out deep and husky as if it was rumbling from deep within his chest. His eyes scanned your features, looking into your eyes first before dropping to your lips once more. You noticed the pink tip of his tongue darted out to lick his lower lips, watching and wishing he would kiss you again.

“Take me,” you said weakly. “Make me forget about tonight.” 

Stephen didn’t miss the way you looked at him so earnestly. It was a pleading, almost a begging to feel something more than this feeling right now. 

He leaned in and kissed you once more, gently this time, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Your body jerked as the heat slowly slithered down to your nether region once again, setting your body ablaze from inside out.

His rough hand cupped your breast, kneading it gently through the thin fabric of your dress, then stroking his finger back and forth until your nipple began to harden. Your hands gripped at his biceps. Your breath wavered as you moaned into the kiss, clearly surprised by the hunger that burned from deep inside you. 

Strange’s lips moved to kiss along your jawline as he not so subtly lowered the straps of your dress down your shoulders. He continued to slide the thin garb down till it pooled at your feet, exposing your breasts to him. Your head fell back against the door, back arched forward almost at an impossible angle, inviting him to feast upon your newly exposed skin.

Strange welcomed your invitation with enthusiasm, kissing his way down your neck, then to your chest. He seized one nipple between his lips, sucking fiercely into his mouth, making the sensitive nub stiffen to a peak under his relentless tongue. It was so taut that it felt almost painful, but never once did you push him away.

A small noise slipped underneath your breath and sounded almost like a moan. Stephen picked you up with minimum effort and walked over to his bed before he slowly lowered your body down onto the soft mattress. He pulled away from the kiss for a moment to look at you. 

He watched you with half-hooded eyes, observing his work with a hungry gaze. You could clearly see by the impressive tent on his crotch. The sight made your mouth water, knowing the kind pleasure awaited you. 

Stephen threw his suit jacket first, throwing it to the floor, then his tie as he hastily loosened it around his neck. He wasn’t being careful with it as he roughly ripped his shirt open, popping the top buttons right out, exposing his hard, muscular chest. You swallowed as you watched the man before you slowly came undone.

His mouth found yours once more, this time he was kissing you with a newfound urgency that set your nerve ablaze. His kiss deepened and it was growing more demanding. You writhed beneath him, finding yourself wrapping your legs around his taut waist, pressing your aching core up against his bulge, hoping it was enough to sate the pulsating ache that you no longer could ignore. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you deepened the kiss. Your fingers found their way to his hair. Nails gently scrape against his scalp, eliciting a growl right out of him.

The noise made you whimper. It was primal and deep as if you had stirred awake the feral beast from its slumber. 

Stephen trailed his lips down, moving southward past your jawline, then the delicate column of your neck, leaving wet trails behind. His mouth moved further down to the space between the valley of your breasts. He lingered there for a moment, kissing and licking your soft tender skin there before he began to suck at your nipple while he rolled the other with his free hand. 

The sound he was making was lewd and straight-up sinful. His piercing eyes were on you the whole time as he pulled back slightly and made it a show by the way his tongue flickered over your sensitive nub. You couldn’t help but strain beneath him as the pleasure continued to build up.

After Strange was satisfied with his onslaught, he gave your mouth one last lick before he kissed his way downward, past your stomach. 

“Gonna make you see how beautiful you are to me,” he muttered as he was now kneeling between your legs. His hands were now trembling slightly as he stroked your inner thighs with careful deliberation.  

You let out a yelp when he draped your legs over his shoulders. His eyes wandered to the sweet space between your legs. His breath wavered as his hand slipped up toward the throbbing ache exploratively. You could feel yourself holding your breath as you watched and waited.

His fingers found you quite easily, running them up and down the seam of your folds before spreading them out with two fingers, baring your most intimate part to him. A low, throaty moan slipped past your lips when you felt his tongue sweep upon your quivering flesh.

Your head fell back against the soft mattress, hands flew to his head, tugging slightly when you felt the pressure building up at the pit of your stomach. Stephen pushed his tongue inside, slowly fucking your delicate hole with shallow penetration while his thumb gently rubbed over your clit.

He took his time toying with you, swirling at flickering at your sensitive flesh. One moment he was fucking you with his tongue, another time he was licking and slurping at your juices, drinking up your sweet nectar greedily.

Each lick and each swipe set your nerve ablaze. Each touch scorched your skin as searching hot desires gathered at the pit of your stomach, threatening to abrupt at any moment. The more he was playing with your clit, the more on edge you became until you couldn’t take it anymore as you were desperate for some sort of a release.

Stephen pushed two fingers inside your slick heat while his tongue worked at your swollen clit. Lewd, squelching sound began to fill the room as he began to pump his digits in and out of you with intent. You couldn’t do anything else except moan and groan whenever he stroked that one spot that made your toe curl and your stomach did a flip. 

Soft pleading words poured out of your lips as you felt yourself getting closer, beckoning him to bring you to your release. Stephen was more than willing to comply. The pressure that built and built from the moment he was on you finally snapped. You came apart in his arms like you always do, straining and convulsing around him. Panting his name under your breath as your hand fists the sheet tightly, trying to hold onto some sort of physical thing.

It felt like a never-ending assault on your senses as his mouth was still on your throbbing pussy, devouring you, licking and slurping at your release like a starved man, edging you closer to yet another orgasm.

His room was now filled with nothing but the sound of your panting and heaving as you lay there. Stephen slowly sat back, licking and sucking at his fingers like they were candy. Eyes burned into you like the heat of a thousand suns.

You hazily looked at him with half-hooded eyes as you tried to gather whatever was left of your sanity. It was clear that he was as needy and aroused as you are as your eyes fell up the tent that sat between his laps.

Strange watched you intensely as he practically ripped his shirt open and discarded it over his shoulder. Next were his pants. His fingers did a quick work unbuckling the belt, then swiftly lowered his pants. 

Your eyes landed on his cock, springing rigidly in his palm. He watched you watching him. His palm slowly stroked the shaft as his lips twitched into a knowing smile. 

“I really can’t wait to fill you up with all of my cum,” he muttered as he knelt on the mattress, hand still on his cock. “One of these days, I’ll get to see you round with my baby…Do you want to carry my baby, sweetheart?”

You watched the way his fist encircled and tugged on the swollen shaft, growing fatter as the smooth head glistened under the light. He was more than ready to take you. You couldn’t help yourself from licking your lips as you watched tentatively, knowing the type of exquisite pleasure he offered you. You always thought he never wanted children, so his question surprised you. You just thought it was from the spur of the moment, but looking into his eyes right now, he was more than serious.

“Fuck, Stephen. You know I do,” you muttered as you reached out and began to tug at his cock. Your fiance sucked in his breath as he watched you slowly pumping him. He was so hot and so hard, yet the skin that covered the shaft felt like velvet–he was soft and hard all at the same time.

“Baby, you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now,” he mumbled before he pushed down. Stephen searched himself in between your legs again as he rubbed the swollen head of his cock up and down your folds, coating it with your slick juice. Stephen smirked slightly as he pushed it slightly against your clit, which caused your legs to shake slightly. 

You huffed as you pushed your hips to meet his, and Stephen chuckled before he finally entered you in one swift motion. You both let out a moan in unison as he began to move. 

His nostrils flared as your slick heat was swallowing him whole. His hands were planted on either side of you as his hips moved languidly at first as your tightness slowly engulfed him inch by inch. Every time he withdrew himself back, you both moaned in relief before he overwhelmed you once more with his thickness.

Slowly he began to pick up his pace, pumping in and out of you with ease. Stephen would pull himself all the way out before pushing himself all the way to the base, and each time you felt like all air was being sucked out of your lungs. 

Words failed you because simply there were no words to describe the sort of pleasure he was giving you. It felt stronger than a physical thing as he touched you to your core.

Stephen gritted his teeth as he felt your wall slowly fluttering around his cock. He grunted as your wall began to clamp around his shaft, feeling the wave of orgasm over your body. You strained and spasmed beneath him as he continued to fuck you, using you to reach his own as well. 

His pace was brutal, and the sound he made was unlike anything you’ve heard, and not a moment too long after, his body strained over yours, and spurts of his cum filled your inside. His body remained still. You didn’t know how long or when he laid next to you. His cock was still inside you, plugging your hole up with nothing but his seed.

“Oh, fuck, baby. I don’t wanna move. You feel too good,” he panted. 

You could feel his cock was getting softer as you felt some of his cum leaking out of you. You let out a soft mewl at the way the slippery fluid rolled down your thigh.

“Stephen…,” you moaned as you looked over your shoulder. His lips found yours with a passionate kiss before he pulled away.

“Yeah?”

“Do you mean it?” you asked, feeling a bit bashful now that the haze of your lust was finally lifted.

“What? About having kids with you?”

You nodded, teeth biting your lower lips.

“Yeah–I mean eventually…Why? Is that hard to believe?”

“You did say you’ve never wanted kids…” you pointed out. 

“Well, it was before you…Now I can’t even stop thinking about how lovely you’ll look when you’re nice and round with our baby.”

The word “our” melted your heart. “Truly?”

Stephen nodded. “Perhaps four or five years from now, our little one will be running around the sanctum, causing some trouble,” he chuckled softly. “Maybe they can give Wong a run for his money.”

You chuckled at that prospect as you laid there in his arms, imagining a life with him.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he said softly. “I know you didn’t want a scene, but I can’t help it.”

“It’s alright,” you said softly, your hand was now cupping his cheek. “I’m actually glad no fight broke out, to be honest. Thank you for handling it well. I wonder though, what would you have done if I let you be?”

“Honestly, it's probably something more humiliating…Perhaps punching himself in the face non-stop…or perhaps him mooing instead of words.”

This made you laugh. “Is that even possible?”

“Darling, anything is possible. Want to find out?”

You giggled and shook your head. “No, Stephen! Tonight is about us, remember. Forget about him!”

“Fine. I hope you know that I love you and that I will do whatever it takes to make you happy, missy.”

You stared at Stephen for a long moment before you buried your face in his chest. You didn’t know how else to react, except to hold him closer than he was now. 

“I love you, Stephen. And I’m very happy here with you.”

“Good, because you’re all mine.”

[strangelockd]

Hii!! How are u? 🥰

Could you write something with the prompts 7.“how mad would you be if i kissed you?” and 2.“my lipgloss is all over your lips.” from the fluff list with Stephen pls

Fates Embrace

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Sinister Strange x FemReader

Summary: Your sick at the Sanctum and Stephen being poor with words tries to comfort you in his own special way leading to a much greater surprise.

•Im slowly chipping away at my requests and this one was so long overdue. I really tried keeping it fluff but i couldn’t help myself. There were many directions that this fic could have taken but I hope you love it. The story was inspired by Harry Styles and you can find the song on my Sinister Playlist•

“Sinister was fully convinced that if you tasted half as divine as the forbidden fruit of Eve, then he absolutely understood her succumb to the surrender of temptation”

You had been nauseous for days, and no amount of rest seemed to make it better. With a shaking hand, you reached for the bed pan, the cool porcelain a welcome contrast to your already warm skin. Setting the bed pan on the floor, you groaned, wiping the leftover vomit from your cheek. Yep you definitely were sick no doubt. Despite having everything you needed from herbal tea to nausea medication, Sinister still paced the room in a worry for your health; you are his world after all.

Leaning against the foot of the bed Sinister pawed the comforter on the four poster bed, “are you sure there's nothing else I can do for you my love,” eyeing you like a hawk he was seeking your gaze making sure you were not just playing the hero. Stephen could always see right through your poker face. Letting out a small hum you smiled reassuring him, “Babe relax, it's just a little bug. You as a doctor even said it's more than likely a common cold, trust me I will be fine in a few days.”

Sinisters chilled hands slowly slithered from the warmth of the blankets, searching for your feet, which were hidden under the many layers of blankets, “Yes yes I know my pet, it's just that I can’t help but worry for you so,” his grip tightened more around your ankles as if you would disappear like smoke. Sinister had always felt alone in the world, and he had never expected to find someone who could make him feel so connected and loved. He had believed that he could never be happy, but you knew deep down that Sinister was willing to do anything to keep you in his life. The thought of losing you was unbearable to him, and it felt like his own personal hell.

Seeing the worry laced in his eyes you shot him a comforting smile,“Stephen, trust me I'm not going anywhere. You know i'm with you forever in this life,” extending your arms outwards beckoning him to join you. Sinister for a second was taken aback; feeling a sudden warmth spread over him he couldn't help but grin, his heart swelled with your irrevocable love so much that he could burst. Letting out a soft contented sigh he couldn't help but feel unbrimmed joy for being so wanted by such a divine woman. For how could he say no to his queen, the very person he would sacrifice his own life for.

Kicking off the heavy boots they made a slight thump against the wooden floorboards as your husband manifested a beautiful purple indigo smoke. The smoke cascading around him as he opted to change into his comfiest pair of dark purple pajamas leaving you in awe. You have been with him for years and even doing basic things, Sinister was the pure definition of elegance and it bever failed to leave you breathless. Feeling the weight of his form shift on the mattress, Sinister slowly made his way across the burgundy comforter. He snuggled close to you, wrapping himself in the warmth of the covers sighing contentedly.

Sinisters scarred hands reached over to gently cup your jaw placing a delicate kiss to your forehead. He nuzzled his nose against yours adding softly, “…In this life. And the next my love. For I have crossed oceans of time to find you and I will never lose you,” his finger traced your cheek softly as his blue eyes searched yours, the sentiment making you blush a deeper red. Placing a hand above his you leaned in to his touch, batting your lashes softly you couldn't help but melt into his eyes that reflected your very own.

“And you'll always have me, Stephen Strange,” breathing in his scent you closed your eyes, “For my heart and soul are yours and yours alone,” breaking the gap Sinister leaned into your lips. The sudden connection made you moan as he traced your lower lip with his tongue tasting your skin. It was so hypnotic, so mesmerizing that you suddenly snapped back to reality pulling away not wanting him to catch your cold. Feeling your resistance his strong hands only pulled you flush to his chest.

“Babe, don’t! You'll catch whatever I got,” you protested. Sinister couldn't help but chuckle at your declaration.

“Darling, I'm a man with the power of gods. It will take more than a cold to stop me from adoring you”, feeling the brush of his goatee against your delicate earlobe. His lips were so close to yours that you could feel his heat radiating from them. His lips ghosted your collarbone, his breath sweet and warm as he continued to ghost across your soft skin, sending a shiver of pleasure through your body and a fire of desire awakening in your core. Cocking his head to the side Sinister gently pinched your chin between his thumb and forefinger, eyes laced with mischief he had a better idea in mind.

“How mad would you be if I kissed that beautiful mouth of yours?” He smirked, taking note of your sudden tight grip on the crimson sheets. Hes such a fucking tease…

Pulling away once more in an attempt to resist, you looked into his eyes and you could clearly tell that all your husband wanted to do was to be there to make you feel good no matter what. “I dunno,” biting your lip you smirked, “why not find out.” The familiar feeling of his hands slithered against the back of your neck as he pulled you in slowly, kissing you once more he tasted the sweetness of your lips. The essence of strawberries sticking to his mind imprinted on his eidetic memory forever. He wanted to drown in you for the rest of his days. You both pulled away chuckling like a couple of school kids as his hands sought your face tracing your jawline, his breath welcoming against your soft delicate flesh.

“Delicious,” he cooed, giving your lower lip a gentle nip.

Damn him…

Sinister always brought you great joy even on days you were not at your best, times when you were sure he would leave after seeing your unsavory sides. You knew that deep down he would walk through fire for you, proving all too well his devotion time and time again leaving you with no doubts. Sinisters hands trailed down your curves resting at the slope of your hips guiding you to his lap. You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his once more as his hands traced your thighs gripping them firmly. Pulling away to look into your eyes he smiled brushing your cheek with unbridled admiration.

“I love you y/n,” he proclaimed, palms giving a slight tremble, “you know that right?”

Your heart swelled at the profession of his words only for them to taper, it broke your heart knowing he was alone for so long and yet still felt uncertainty about your devotion. Years if self loathing convinced him that his blackened heart was too difficult to bear, that he was a burden and needed to hide from the light forever. But here you are loving it through all the dirt to bare something of a diamond underneath the crevice of his newly alivened heart.

Heart racing you leaned in kissing him deeper, showing him how much he truly means to you. His moans drowning all thought as you pulled away looking him in the eyes. “And I love you Stephen Strange. I always have,” nibbling his earlobe in return you felt his grip tighten. You were sure there would be mark’s later no doubt, but in the moment you couldn’t care less. He growled pulling you in for another kiss, taking note of your nightgown riding up your thighs he smirked suddenly flipping you to once more your backside.

“Stephen!” You cried feeling him slither down between your thighs taking note of what's below. Or lack thereof.

“Hmm no panties?” His eyes suddenly turning dark and piercing it shot right to your center causing you to involuntarily rock your hips against his goatee.

“Mmm ya,” giving a teasing smile, “Didn't feel like it,” flashing him a cheeky wink it only spurred him on more to dig into your needy heat inhaling your arousal.

“You naughty girl,” his voice laced with a husky desire as you felt the welcoming sensation of his fingers slipping deeper into your thighs. His fingers gliding between the folds of your heat as his thumb traced circles around your clit.

“Always so wet for me my pet,” slipping two fingers inside he watched as your body writhed against his touch, “and my cock isnt even inside you yet,” he teased, pumping his digits at a steady pace. Sinister watched in awe as he felt your pussy clamp down like a vice around his fingers.

“You're such a good girl. Do you know that? Do you know how beautiful you look coming undone by my hands?” His eyes glowed under the light as he watched on, your legs trembling. He felt them spread wider, practically welcoming him to feast upon you. You get off on the praise, and he knows it all too well. Your body arched and pebbled against his touch as if you were fabricated just for him. Your reaction alone was enough to make his stiffened cock ache between his trousers. The only thoughts going through his mind were mine mine mine…like a sacred prayer only for you.

“I adore you. Your absolutely beautiful,” he purred, pressing his face into you deeper he traced his tongue over your wet folds making you moan deeper only urging him to need more. Sinister wanted to drown in your essence for this was his paradise and his alone, you locked around him wanting to be entangled in this state for eternity. Swirling your clit in a figure eight his mouth continued its assault as he felt your climax grip around his digits, you were close and nothing felt more sweeter or divine than this very moment. You moaning for him and only him alone. Your fingers laced through his ravenous strands pushing him deeper as his hands reached up, ripping the straps off your gown to expose your perfect bare breast on display. His hands immediately seeking your exposed nipples, giving them a gentle twist. It was just enough to send you over the edge as his right hand continued pumping in and out of your throbbing cunt claiming him only tighter.

Sinister takinging in the staggered rise and fall of your breath he placed his hand on the flat of your stomach in an attempt to steady yourself. For a moment he felt something…a heartbeat. But it…it can't be? His heart fluttered and flipped all at once with the sudden possible realization but there was something more pressing that demanded his attention and that was you.

“Ste-Stephen I’m gonna!”

The echo of your pleasured moans suddenly snapping him back to reality. This is the only thing he ever wants to do, be lost in you. Devoting every waking moment to your pleasure.

“That's it! That's my girl,” His thumb pressing firm circles on your clit as his lips traced yours, “your so beautiful when you come”

Your mouth shot open in a silent scream as you arched off the mattress, your heat riding his digits as he finger fucked you through your orgasm. The curling of his hand making you see stars, he truly did have magic hands in more ways than one.

Sinisters mind suddenly shot to the thought of what he felt in the base of your tummy. Tracing his palm over his chest he instinctively placed the other over your lower tummy, your elbows propped you up as your heart fluttered when you casted your gaze upon your husband.

“Stephen? What's wrong?” You asked with bated breath.

“Nothing my love,” he spoke with promise, his gaze still fixated on your belly, “hold on and let me see here”

At first the sensation was warm as if being cloaked by a blanket fresh from the dryer. A soft purple glow emitted from your abdomen as you both witnessed what was clearly a little baby in your belly no more than 10 weeks. The motions of its little arms made tears form in your eyes. You couldn't believe it, and neither could Sinister but here you are in fact pregnant.

You traced his features taking note of his reaction, noticing the swell of tears in his eyes he sniffled looking up at you, “And I thought I've seen everything,” you brushed a stray strang away from his forehead; he couldn't help but grin wide.

Come to think of it It's not like safe sex was a part of your repertoire. You both were more shocked it just took this long to finally happen.

“You're not upset, are you Stephen?” Your heart filled with sudden rising dread at the silly question. The seconds felt like minutes as you waited on for your husband's answer.

Eyes widened he practically leapt forward his hands sought yours as he paused just a fraction from your lips. You couldn't help but feel the sudden thrill of it, his unbridled excitement and joy seemed to penetrate every cell of your body. The comfort of his large hands made you lean into his touch, you took a breath as he craned his neck down ensuring you met his gaze. The calm timber of his voice was slow and smooth like the sweetest of chocolate and all you wanted was to melt into him.

“Heavens no my sweet angel. I am beyond thrilled. For you have given me all the more reason for being alive, and I couldn't possibly love you more than in this moment.”

Hearing the soft sniffles he leaned forward nuzzling foreheads peppering you with kisses that spoke of promise, you just couldn't believe that you are with child. Instinctively you couldn't help but draw his palm forward over your bare belly once more, the soft purple glow emitting from his palm glowed once more revealing the miracle underneath leading Sinister to smile.

“So much for you being sick,” he chuckled, kissing you once more. Rubbing your belly softly you placed a hand above his, joining the three of you in unison.

“Seems like the doctor is getting a little rusty with diagnosing,” you teased, feeling him give a playful yet gentle shove so as to not hurt you or the baby.

You smiled leaning in, nestling your face against his. “Oh hush now kiss me once more”

For a moment, all was still and peaceful and you never wanted it to end. Wrapping his arms around your waist you took in the warmth and familiarity of him. With a contented sigh, he whispered, "I love you."

Tears rolled down your cheek as his thumb took the liberty of wiping them away gently. Your lips sought his as you mended once more into each other like the sand meets the sea. You've kissed many times but yet somehow it feels like your millionth and first all wrapped up in one. Sinister was fully convinced that if you tasted half as divine as the forbidden fruit of Eve, then he absolutely understood her succumb to the surrender of temptation. For nothing ever tasted so sweet.

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As someone who has done something similar by accident I can totally relate. I also think this is just a really good trope anyway. I'm very pleased to do a headcanon for this one!

It had been a rather boring evening actually. That's probably why you weren't really paying much attention to who you were sending what text message to.

In one thread you were talking with Stephen, or Doctor Strange if being formal. 

There was a flirtation between you guys but nothing had ever come of it. So you assumed that was just how he was. 

It did nothing to help the little crush you had on the sorcerer though. 

So Nat and Maria had finally convinced you to go on a blind date with some SHIELD agent to see if you could quell your crush. 

It had also been a long time since you had gotten any real action to speak of beyond an innocent kiss.

So Nat insisted you go lingerie shopping just in case, then report back to her what you got. 

You ended up with two sets both rather skimpy and leaving almost nothing to the imagination. One set was red and very tiny, the other a dark blue and almost completely see thru. 

You may have inadvertently been thinking about Stephen when you picked them out, but only because you were always texting him. 

So now you stand in your bedroom with makeup and hair done, high heels on, modeling each set and taking photos to send to Nat to get her opinion on which to wear on your date in a few days.

The only problem was that a certain sorcerer kept interrupting your texts with Nat and you were trying to keep both conversations straight. 

There may have also been a near empty bottle of wine adding to it.

This is how Nat ended up with a text about Wong purposely moving books just to irk Stephen. Which immediately confused her.

Stephen ended up with a text that said "okay which is sexier, red or blue?", followed rapid fire by two photos of you in incredibly revealing lingerie posing all sexy.

He choked on his tea when he saw the pictures, garnering Wong's attention before Stephen quickly scurried from the library and back to his own bedroom.

You hadn't even realized your mistake until you got a message back from Stephen that said "well I like the blue personally, but the red would match my cloak perfectly. Both are just… wow."

You immediately panicked and started scribbling an apology message. "Oh shit Stephen I'm so sorry! I meant to send those to Nat. She's helping me pick out what to wear for a blind date I have in a couple days and I must have crossed the wires." 

Stephen couldn't say he wasn't a little disappointed. He had been trying to work up the nerve to ask you out. He really thought you liked him. So who was this date? And why should he get the honor of seeing you like that?

"A blind date? No way. Whoever it is I guarantee he isn't good enough to see you in either set of lingerie looking so sexy like that." 

The flirtatious comment intrigued you, "Oh really? Who should I go out with then? Who is good enough to see me like this? Who should get see me in lingerie? Do you have any candidates, Doctor?"

He smiled to himself, "I do have a candidate I think you'd like... He's incredibly smart, and has a great job. Although, crazy work schedule. He is also very handsome and charming. Plus he's a doctor and a sorcerer." Quickly following up with "if you couldn't tell it's me. You should date me."

Before you could respond he quickly responded with a photo… he was stripped down to his boxer briefs with the note "to even out the naughty photos ;)". You swore you had to fight not to start drooling. 

He was more muscular than you imagined. Lean but defined. You couldn't help but imagine licking your way from his low belly up to his neck.

Then there was that bulge. You imagined he was long, but he looked like he was thick too and at least somewhat aroused. 

You were more than a little aroused now too. Your brain was having a hard time figuring out how to respond. 

You were also struggling to keep both hands on your phone. 

Stephen was starting to get worried he had overstepped his boundaries with the photo when you hadn't responded for about 5 minutes. 

He was also trying not to stare at your photos and touch himself, at least until you answered his offer for a date. 

You finally formed your response to both his photo and his offer just as he was about to apologize.

"Took you long enough to ask me Stephen. I'm marking you down as my blind date in a couple days. The SHIELD agent can just think we got called in to do something."

"Does that mean I get to pick your lingerie for our date? Since I've already seen it. I do like the blue and what I can see thru it."

His presumption made you blush, despite the fact that he was probably correct. You probably would end up in bed together.

"Maybe now I have to go shopping again to find something else to surprise you with. If you are good, that is."

"I do like surprises darling. I'll be good to get my surprise, but I guarantee nothing after that." 

You both knew you had to end the conversation now or it would devolve into full on sexting. 

You also had to respond to Nat, who was now blowing up your phone trying to figure out why you texted her about Wong.

You were the first to say goodnight. "Goodnight Stephen. Looking forward to my date with a sexy sorcerer ;)."

His response was equally flirty. "Goodnight, pretty girl. I'm sure I'll be seeing you in my dreams tonight. I'll let you know whether it was in the blue or red."

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The Bed Argument

Part II Part III

i had to okay 😭 also, this will be a series so stay tuned 😼💪 i love this gif-

Stephen Strange x Reader

they/them pronouns used

Summary: Stephen and the reader themselves in Ireland on a mission, where their constant bickering and clashing personalities have become a prominent feature of their interactions. Exhausted and in need of rest, they book a hotel room with only one bed. The story revolves around their argument about who should take the bed, with both of them adamantly refusing to sleep on the floor. After a heated exchange, they reluctantly agree to share the bed but remain distant from each other. As they lie side by side, their tension gradually subsides, and they begin to find a new understanding between them. The story ends with a subtle shift in their relationship, suggesting the possibility of change and a truce.

The Bed Argument

The night was uncharacteristically chilly for an Irish summer, and the old inn on the outskirts of Dublin didn't seem like the most inviting place. Stephen Strange and Y/N found themselves in Ireland on a mission, despite their constant bickering and clashing personalities. The tension between them was palpable, like a storm brewing in the distance.

As they entered the inn, both were equally tired from the long day of traveling and dealing with magical anomalies. The mission had already taken its toll on them, and they desperately needed rest. Unfortunately, the inn only had one room available, and it had a single, somewhat lumpy, bed.

"I'm not sleeping on the floor," Stephen declared, his voice laced with annoyance. He glanced at Y/N with a furrowed brow.

Y/N, equally exhausted, shot back, "Oh, don't act like you're doing me a favor. I'm not sleeping on the floor either."

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, it seemed as if they might finally agree on something. But then, the inevitable happened. They began to argue about who should take the bed.

"You should take it, Y/N," Stephen insisted, "I'm a doctor, I can handle sleeping on the floor."

Y/N wasn't about to back down either. "And I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, Strange. You take the bed."

Their voices grew louder, their arguments more heated, and before long, they were caught in yet another intense verbal battle. The innkeeper's patience wore thin, and with a tired sigh, he left them to their quarrel and retreated to the front desk.

"I'm not going to let you sleep on the floor," Stephen huffed.

"And I'm not going to let you have it either," Y/N shot back, their eyes blazing with stubborn determination.

The standoff continued, neither willing to give in, both equally stubborn. Finally, in a desperate attempt to end the argument, Stephen said, "Fine. We'll share the bed. But don't think this changes anything between us."

Y/N, who had expected a concession from Stephen but not this, reluctantly agreed, "Deal. But you stay on your side."

As they settled into the bed, lying as far apart as possible, there was still tension in the air. However, the exhaustion of the day eventually caught up with them, and one by one, their arguments and hostilities gave way to the quiet rhythm of their breaths.

In the dimly lit room, their hands brushed against each other, and for a moment, they hesitated. But instead of pulling away, their fingers intertwined, forming a connection that went beyond their constant disagreements.

Perhaps it was the exhaustion, or maybe it was the realization that they were in a foreign place together, but as they lay side by side, the tension between Stephen Strange and Y/N began to dissipate. It was just one night, one bed, but it marked the beginning of something different – an uneasy truce that held the promise of change.

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i'll probably be posting the second part tomorrow. i gotta write it lmaoo

[rmoonstoner]

I Can't Wait For You

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Pairing:

Doctor Stephen Strange x Mystic!fem!reader

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Warnings:

18+, p in v sex, cream pie, bit of angst, reader getting high on alien booze (some might consider it sort of dubious consent while high but I am a pot smoker, and I feel I can consent to sex while stoned), biting, sweet and considerate Stephen. 

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Summary:

You're about to become an official member of the Avengers. 

As part of your training, the founding members of the team have requested that you have to learn something from each of them, and then gain each member's approval first, but there's just one problem with your plans…

Doctor Stephen Strange. 

He seemed to be hellbent on avoiding you, when all you needed is his approval to join the Avengers as a full-time member. If he doesn't approve of you soon, you'd have to wait half a year, after returning from a trip across the cosmos with the Guardians of the Galaxy.

Will he let you join the team? Or will you just give up and leave with the Guardians?

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You weren't exactly sure when this all started, but you were more than happy for the distraction. You had started going out on missions with the intention of helping the weak and defenseless, and so far, it had been going quite well. You did small things, like stopping robbers and saving people from wreckages. You moved up the ladder quickly, effectively gaining the respect of the more well-known heroes around the city.

You didn't do it for the fame, or their recognition. You did it, because criminals had taken your family away from you, and you wanted to help others, others that needed it the most. You did it, because you felt like you owed it to your family.

All of your hard work got you right up to the Avengers level, and now you spent almost all of your time helping in any way that you could. You asked each major member of the team to teach you something new, and to show you how they worked so you'd be better prepared to work with them when the time came.

Each member had something wildly different to teach you, and with each new thing, you would thank them for their time and dedication to the team. It wasn't until you got to the end of the list, the only person that you hadn't really met for more than a minute here and there, was the Sorcerer Supreme, Doctor Stephen Strange.

He was always busy, and never available. It was annoying, because you were a Mystic, and you needed his clearance to join the team officially.

You had put in seventeen separate applications to have an audience with him. Seven of them were straight up denied, no reason given, other than it was inconvenient for him, while the rest were confirmed appointments that he never showed up for.

No call.

No show.

Not a single other member of the team would give you answers, aside from the common consensus that Strange did not like dealing with people. He did not like teaching, and he certainly did not like being called away from his precious Sanctum to help the Avengers. You had been told he was impatient and full of himself.

But that didn't stop you from trying to check him off your list. You had gone through every other member, and you were determined to learn something from this man. Something other than he was nearly impossible to reach if it wasn't a cataclysmic event occurring.

Or how frustratingly sexy he was when he scowled at you. How he would fidget with his shaking hands, looking like he wanted to strangle you…

God those hands…

Tony gave you some sound advice, and gave you the address of the Sanctum, telling you to just show up there and confront the man yourself. You took his advice and now here you were, standing in front of the door, pounding on it as you waited for a response.

You didn't have to wait long, as the doors opened wide to let you in. You walked inside, marching straight towards the library. Peter had told you that Stephen was usually in there, or his office, and that's where you were hoping to corner the man.

You got inside, seeing no sign of anyone as you wandered the aisles. Eventually you came to a door that was open just a crack, seeing a flash of orange light, and his blue red clothing inside. You went and opened the door, knocking a few times and watched as he spun around to see you. Whatever spell he had going on had fizzled away, the orange glow dimming the room.

He did not look happy.

"What are you doing here? I don't have time for your little bonding exercises. I'm trying to sew up tears in the Multiverse." He moved towards you and grabbed your arm. You stared at him as he tried to tug you out of his office, but you didn't budge.

"Tony said you fixed them already. He says you're avoiding me." You said firmly and glared up at him.

"Ugh, that ass. Fine. I'm avoiding you." He let go and turned away, arms crossed as he leaned against his desk, scowling at you.

"Why? You agreed to do a one on one training session with me. I did one with everyone else, and you're the last one on my list. Tony and Wanda said that I can't join the team, unless I get your approval."

"Why my approval? Wanda is the other Mystic. She should be looking after it, not me."

"Wanda is still upset over Vision being gone. She's not in the right headspace to help me out and she said you need to pick up the slack with the new members who can use magic." You made a few good points and he sighed while rubbing his face. He still wasn't bothering to look you in the eye.

"Can't it wait a few more days?" He said, his hands going to rearrange his desk needlessly, probably to keep himself from looking at you.

You weren't having it.

You were pissed.

He gave everyone else a hard time, but he at least talked to them, answered their messages or calls. He avoided you since the first day you met, and he constantly acted like he was in a hurry after missions, leaving before you could get to him to ask about seeing him for a session. He almost looked like he couldn't stand you.

Even texting him or emailing him got you nowhere. You tried using magic to reach him, but he always had a shield up over himself so it would never go through. You just wanted his approval, so you could go about your day without having to constantly ask the rest of the team for every decision you needed to make.

"Why? I'm due to leave with Quill in three days. I will be gone for a few months. Please?" You took a few steps closer as you talked. He was quiet for a long time, fidgeting with the tassels on his bracers. You inhaled sharply through your nose when he still didn't reply.

"Oh, come on, doctor! I want to get this over with. Please? I really do not know what I did. I know that you can't stand me, but I'm a good team member. Anything the others ask of me, I do it. I don't cause trouble, and I have been making sure I use my magic responsibly."

"It's… It's not that. Your magic use and skills have been above and beyond."

"Then what is it, doctor? Is it because I'm not really a sorcerer, nor a witch? I'm just some freakish thing in between?"

"Fuck, no! That's not it either. Your wild magic does confuse me, but I don't think it makes you any less of a Mystic."

"Well, the only thing I can think of is my age, and the fact that I am a woman."

"No! Your age and being a woman doesn't matter to me."

"Okay, well whatever it is, can we move past it? Please? I know you hate me, but I promise I'll leave you alone, and never bother you again, if you would just approve my paperwork? " You pleaded for an answer from him, and he huffed, looking down at his boots.

"Please don't do that. I don't hate you." He finally replied, his voice low and calm.

"It sure feels like it. You have been avoiding me, and I want to know why?"

Stephen refused to look at you. He kept fiddling with his hands, specifically his rings, and he huffed as he motioned for you to come sit down in his office. You nodded and took a seat in one of the comfy leather chairs, while he sat down in another beside you. He leaned forward, hands still not able to stay still as they picked at his tunic. They were shaking far more than they usually did.

"Look… I don't hate you. It's quite the opposite." He admitted while finally looking you in the eye. He looked afraid, anxious, and unsure of himself.

It was the only time you had ever seen his hard exterior crack, showing you a real man underneath.

"What does that mean?" You asked.

"It means… I like you. I've liked you since that day you came busting in through the doors at one of Tony's parties. You came in and happily made friends with everyone around you. When you asked me to give you some one on one training, I stupidly accepted without any game plan… Then I… I didn't know what to do… What to say… Um… I felt like you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and you made me dumb and unable to say shit about it. Every time I saw you coming at me after a mission… I felt like I might act like a moron in your presence. I'm not… I'm not used to that feeling. Being… Stunned like that."

"Wait, wait, wait… You're saying you're… Into me?"

"Yeah…"

"Oh…"

"I understand if that makes you uncomfortable-"

"No. No, it doesn't."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Uh… So… Now what?"

"I can think of something…" You purred as you got up and out of your chair. You stood in front of him, leaning down and placing each hand onto either side of his shoulders. He swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing slowly as his eyes darted down to your chest and back up again.

"What would that be?" He asked, voice cracking as he watched you slowly run your hand down the front of your tunic. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he shifted in his seat.

"Show me what that dick can do." You rasped as you undid your uniform and shucked off the top. He groaned, hands going up to grab you and tug you into his lap. You thought he might go for your breasts, first, but he brought you down, hands going to the back of your neck and your hip, his eyes gazing into yours.

"I will, but first… I want to kiss you." He rasped and leaned in, forehead resting against yours as he caught your mouth with his. He kissed you hard, his hands going to tug up your skirts, palms meeting the warm and bare skin of your thighs.

You groaned back and threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling him as you rocked your hips, rolling against his hard cock through his pants. Stephen's hand on your neck tightened up, and it slid up into your hair, pulling and tugging your head to face the ceiling. He kissed his way down your neck, sucking and biting marks into your skin as you moaned loudly for him. He seemed to enjoy the way you touched him, with him getting a little louder, growling and pae8ng at you like he was desperate. 

"Get these pants off. I want to feel you inside me." You hissed at him, and he was happy to oblige. In an instant, he had his pants at his knees, without moving you an inch.

"Is this good enough?" His voice was deep and husky, both hands finally getting to your ass. You moaned for him, nodding as he licked up your neck. He grunted when he couldn't find any underwear on you.

"No panties?"

"Not tonight…"

"You did this on purpose?"

"Yeah… Just for you."

"That's fucking hot."

Stephen's voice rumbled into your ear. You felt him kiss and suck another mark into your neck as you ground yourself against him.

"God… Don't tease me. Let me in." The doctor's hand came down to slip a few fingers between your folds, his thumb stopping at your clit and hovering over it.

"I'm trying, but someone plugged the hole with their fingers- Oh, ooohhh…" You sassed back, then moaned as he plunged his fingers in, thumb pressing against your clit. His fingers moved, dipping in and out slowly  moving and picking up speed rapidly. Your mouth hung open as you got wetter and wetter for him.

Your thighs shook as he pushed his long digits in nice and deep, the pads of his fingers rubbing and pushing until he found that spongy mass of nerves. You lurched forward, head resting on his shoulder as you panted at how well he was pleasing you.

"Okay, I think you're ready." Stephen whispered, and in an instant, he had you pinned to the heavy and low sitting coffee table, both of your ankles in his hands as he stood over you. The sudden change in position had you squirming in anticipation.

"Please?" You whimpered lightly, feeling him rock forward as he slid himself along your wet seam.

"Yeah… I've wanted to do this with you since the moment I laid eyes on you…" Stephen whispered as his cock slowly pushed inside of your quivering hole.

"Oh fuck…" You gasped, feeling him stretch you while he pushed in nice and slow. Once he was fully seated in your wet heat, he stayed still, eyes looking down at you as you tried to breathe.

"You okay? I can stop if you need me to." Stephen's voice was soft and kind as he waited for an answer. You looked at him from this compromising position and laughed, which made him grunt as you drew his head in close and whispered in his ear.

"I am. Please… Fuck me and don't you dare stop."

Stephen growled and kissed you, his hips beginning to draw back, before pushing in again. He rolled his hips and got a good rhythm, finding your body twisting, back arching when he found just the right spot. You keened for him as he smoothed his hands up your legs and he hoisted them over his shoulders. He ran his hands to your ass, pulling your hips up and pushing deeper into you.

"Stephen-"

You felt the air rush from your lungs as he started to go much harder. His hips were pistoning, skin slapping against skin. You yelped with each heavy slam, feeling the blunt end of his cock hitting your gspot perfectly. Stephen grunted as he pushed your legs against your chest, one arm by your head, the other holding your waist as he fucked into you hard and fast. He stared at your face, watching it contort into a look of sheer ecstasy.

"Fuck, baby… Come for me…"

Stephen hummed as he angled his hips a bit better and shifted you just enough to get some much needed friction from his pelvis rubbing against yours.

You looked at his face, seeing his brows furrowed, pupils blown wide, mouth hanging open, and his nose slightly crinkled as he licked his lips. The way he looked at you now, threw you off the edge, and you felt every muscle in your body clench and flex tightly. You let out a loud moan as you shook, with Stephen groaning as he slowed his thrusts, but he didn't stop.

"That's it, just like that, sweetheart… So pretty when you come undone…" He purred and pulled your legs from his shoulders, letting them drop to his waist as he leaned in and kissed you, his tongue licking yours, teeth nipping your lip, jaw, then your neck.

One of hands found yours and he clasped your fingers together with his. He shifted, slowly increasing his pace as your arm looped around his neck. You kissed him again, feeling him twitch and pulse inside you.

"Don't stop…" You gasped, feeling him falter as he grunted and went a bit harder and faster.

"But I am so close… Gonna come…" Stephen whined as his face twisted into that look of almost being at his breaking point.

"Please, just a little more…" You whispered while grabbing his face, pleading with him to keep going. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his backside and keeping him from pulling out.

"But…" He gasped, fighting to keep himself from coming. You felt the last string snap, and you moaned loudly, muttering into his ear softly.

"Oh God, yes… Fill me… St-stephen…"

You held onto him tightly, hearing him whimper as he pushed in one last time and came. His mouth clamped onto your neck, teeth digging in as you came again, feeling him pulse as he emptied himself within you.

He stayed like that for a while. His elbows kept himself up, while his cloak kept him from crushing you. You sighed and brought his face to look at you, and gave you a dopey grin.

"So… How was that?" He asked with a shaking breath.

"Good. It was very good." You breathed hotly and kissed his cheek a few times.

"Just good? Fuck. I need to up my game." He murmured back, kissing your lips and nibbling on the lower one.

"Next time." You sighed sweetly, fingers causing through his hair. He raised his head and gave you an adorable hopeful look.

"You want a next time?"

"Yes."

"You said you'd be back in six months?" He asked, his mouth still nipping your skin gently.

"Yeah…" You quietly replied.

"Do… Do you want to… Uh…" Stephen stumbled over his words. You could plainly tell that he wanted to see you again. You placed a hand to his, and shushed him.

"Will you wait for me, Stephen?" You asked, and his face lit up, eyes sparkling. 

"Yes. Yes, I'll wait for you."

***

You were going over the ship's supply inventory, making sure you would have everything you and the other Guardians would need on this long trip. You weren't sure how long you'd be with them, since Quill said he had multiple stops to make on this journey. He claimed it would be no more than six months, but you dreaded the time and distance it would put between you and Stephen.

And you didn't have any way to get back to him until the mission was complete. You weren't a witch, and didn't know how to teleport like Wanda. You didn't have a Sling ring to call forth those orange portals that Stephen could produce. You were at the mercy of Quill's ship, and Rocket's mechanical skills to keep you going and bring you home.

The thought of how lonely it was going to be, made your heart ache. It hurt even more, knowing Stephen was unable to come and see you off. You knew it wasn't his fault. Wanda was having a meltdown in some suburban city, and Stephen was making sure she didn't cause any more tears in reality while some of the team were treating her depression. You wanted to stay and help, but Cap, Tony, and Fury were adamant you should go with the Guardians. 

They needed another Mystic, and you were all the Avengers had to give at the moment. You were one of the few that got along with Quill's crew, and didn't take any shit from the captain.

"Hey, look. I know we're gonna be gone for half a year, but cheer up. Everyone likes you on my ship, and no one is gonna mess with an Avenger." Peter said as he patted your back. You could hear his music blaring from his ear buds. 

"Ya got that right, Quill. Plus the wizard likes her. I don't wanna mess with him." Rocket piped up as he slid out from under a control panel on the other side of the room. He was covered in oil and metal shavings.

"Yeah, how's that going by the way? Isn't he kind of old for you?" Peter asked while leaning against a few crates.

"You're just jealous I turned you down." You sassed him with a teasing grin.

"Duh. I'm way hotter than him."

"While I won't deny you are attractive… Stephen's much more attractive to me. He's also very smart. I like smart men."

"Hey, you're calling me dumb, aren't you?" He pouted while Rocket laughed at him.

"Yes. Yes, I am. Now beat it. I gotta get the rest of this inventory done, and then give our engineer a bath."

"Okay, okay." Peter muttered while Rocket tried to sneak out of the room and avoid being bathed like a purse dog.

***

Three weeks had passed and finally you were getting off at a small planet the next system over. Everyone was happy to go get drinks, and you tagged along, hoping for a bit of a serotonin boost. The night dragged on for hours, and you felt like you were being watched for most of it.

Quill started acting up and hitting on any one that looked compatible sexually. Drax started to sing at the top of his lungs, while Mantis was a giggling mess and hung off of him. Nebula looked like she was having fun for once, playing a game of stones with Rocket and Groot.

You smiled at them. They all acted like family, and you felt a little left out. It wasn't their fault that you had been closed off for the past week.

You missed Stephen.

You wondered what could have been, if you had stayed behind. Would he be a date kind of guy? Maybe he didn't want his fellow heroes to know what had happened when you showed up? Only Tony seemed to have a clue of what transpired that day.

You checked your comms watch and sighed. Still no response from the doctor. You had sent him multiple messages the past three weeks, but he hadn't replied at all. You hoped Wanda wasn't giving him a hard time. Maybe he wasn't getting the messages, because he was busy…

You didn't want to think about the possibility that he was back to ignoring you again after he got what he wanted out of you.

You finally excused yourself to go back to the ship, finding your loneliness wasn't getting any better with how stoned you were feeling. You weren't drunk, but you were super stoned on whatever weird concoction you had been drinking from the bar. Quill said it was the only option that wouldn't leave you with a bad hangover the next morning. You found the calming effects of the stuff was nice, and you were happy to wander the streets of the city you were in.

"Shouldn't you be traveling with a crew member?" A familiar voice broke the silence of the nearly empty city street. You turned to see Stephen standing in an alleyway, a cloth bag in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

"Stephen! What are you doing here?"

"I missed you, so I figured, why not visit you? It's not like I can't." He sounded a bit shy, like maybe he had made a mistake. You smiled and went up to him, giving him a big hug.

"Thank you. You have to teach me how to use those rings. Then I could just leave when Quill is being a doofus."

"I could do that, though I'll have to explain why I need another Sling ring."

"Who do you need to tell? You're the big boss."

"Haha… True. Come on, let me get you back to the ship, and I'll show you the stuff I brought you."

***

The stuff was forgotten the moment you got into your room. Stephen had slammed you against the wall, all teeth and tongue as you tugged on his hair and his tunic. He got you into bed, and banished every bit of clothing you both were wearing. Things got heated so fast, you end up on all fours, with him shoving your face down into the mattress, his hips slapping away against yours as you screamed for him.

***

"What the fuck is going on in there?" Rocket was disturbed at the sounds he was hearing. He had just gotten back to the ship with Groot, and the noises were concerning the little furry man. His room was right next door to yours, and you had always been quiet, even when on the communications comms to talk to people back on Earth, but tonight, all he was hearing were animalistic noises.

"I am Groot." Groot said while holding up his hands and making crude gestures. Rocket smacked his hands away and scrambled up to sit on the tree man's shoulders, pressing his ear to the side of the wall.

"No shit. I'm not an idiot. I know she's banging someone in there." He his back quietly.

"I. Am. Groot." Groot slowly pulled Rocket away from the wall and put him back down on the floor.

"Whaddya mean it's none of my business? It sounds like she's dying in there."

"I am Groot. I am Groot. Groooot."

"Fuck off. It's not Nebula in there with her."

"I am groot?"

"She'd stab Quill if he even thought about doing that to her."

"Groot… I am groot."

"Naw, can't be. He's a whole system over and-"

"Oh, fuck me! Stephen! Harder!"

"Uhhh… Well, that… That answers our question."

"Groot!"

***

"Fuck that was amazing. I thought I would have to wait a half a year to see you again. Or worse, you realizing you could get better while I was gone."

"Nope. I couldn't stand the thought of having to wait. I'm not going to get any better than you. Don't need it. Besides… I can come to see you any time." Stephen said while stroking your side and kissing your shoulder.

"How did you even know where I was? Did you use the Cauldron?"

"Cauldron of the Cosmos? Nope."

"Then how?"

"Don't get mad… But I put a tracking symbol on your back the last time I saw you."

"What? Where? I haven't seen anything…"

Stephen chuckled and ran his fingers lightly to the small of your back. He traced the symbol on your skin that he placed there.

"Stephen Strange… Did you put a magic tramp stamp on my back?"

"I guess you could call it that." He hummed and brought up a viewing orb, showing you exactly what he wrote. You scowled when you noticed he had included his initials in with the sigil.

"Jesus… That's not fair. You get to know where I am at all times…"

"Hey, I'm stuck back on Earth while you're gone. I have to deal with Tony and the others, until you get back. Tony is mad at me that I let you leave."

"Pffft. He shouldn't be mad. He sent me on this mission. I wish I could be at home with you. Anything is better than listening to Quill talk about bad old movies and TV shows. Say… What did you bring me?"

"Snacks, drinks, one of my sweaters, and a spell book. The spell book is personally written by me, and it's a detailed collection of directions for my favorite spells. Warnings are clearly labeled in red at the beginning and end of each spell."

"Oh, you didn't have to…"

"Sure I did. Peter told me your favorite chocolate and candy brands. I got some of those, and then a bunch of those powdered drink packets. We all know the military rations on board are shit."

"You're so sweet… Thank you…"

"Oh, and this…" Stephen held up a ring like his and handed it to you.

"Oh… Thank you."

"There are instructions on how to use that in the book. I want you to practice how to do it. I want you to be able to get off this ship, in case you need to. Get good at it, so you can use it to save others as well. You can always have it open at the Sanctum, no matter how far away you physically are. Whether you're in need, or just want to see me. Okay?"

"Thank you. I'll start practicing tomorrow."

"That's my girl."

***

The next morning you woke up feeling well rested and very sore. Stephen was long gone, the spot on the bed where he slept was now cold. You got ready for the day and came out of your room, going to start making breakfast for everyone in the kitchen. Rocket was sitting at his chair, and Groot was standing in the corner beside him. They were snickering and whispering to each other.

"What's so funny, you two?" You asked while frying up some eggs and tofu protein bricks.

"Did your wizard come for a visit last night?" Rocket asked while giving you the knowing side eye.

"Uh… Yeah. Stephen came by and gave me a bag of treats, why?"

"I am Groot. I am Groot. GrooOooOoot!" Groot wiggled his brows and grinned at you. You rolled your eyes.

"That's enough of your potty mouth, Groot." You pointed at Groot and he laughed and snickered as Quill came over.

"Ohhh, ho, ho! So it was a booty call, hm?" Quill pulled up a chair and leaned on the back of it while whistling.

"Shut up. He said he missed me." You felt your face heat up and you switched the eggs over to fry up some sort of grain that looked like rice and oatmeal combined.

"Doctor Strange, missing someone? Now I've heard everything." Nebula stated as she gave you a twisted little smile.

"By the way. You're nasty." She said, and Mantis giggled as she leaned forward.

"Did he make you see stars?" Mantis asked, her bright smile looking mischievous.

Okay. The jig was up. These rabid beasts wanted something juicy to hear.

"Oh… Yes. He's very good with that big mouth of his." You grinned and sat down next to her while chopping up some sad looking green onion paste to put in the mixture.

"Ew, gross. I don't wanna hear about Gandalf dicking you down." Quill made a face and turned his nose up playfully. He didn't really mean to sound so rude, but he couldn't help himself. You slapped his arm and snorted.

"Shut up, Quill. He's very satisfying. You're just mad I won't sleep with you."

"I'm not mad. I'm mad jealous. What's he got that I don't?"

"His fingers are way longer than yours, for starters." You snickered and he scowled.

"Ugh. And what else?"

"He doesn't talk nearly as much as you. Oh, and… Sex magic." You said bluntly while wiggling your brows at him. His eyes went wide.

"Do I even wanna know?"

"Probably, knowing you. Just know I can have three dicks in me at the same time, and it's all him." You said with a wide smirk. Peter choked on his protein shake and wheezed for air as Mantis and Nebula snickered to each other. Rocket and Groot stared, jaws slack, while Drax simply smiled and calmly spoke.

"I say good for you and the wizard. Maybe you'll both stop being such mean bitches now, and Quill can finally realize he's never getting your sweet, sweet, magic pussy."

***

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I ate six high dose brownies over the course of three days. This is what you get.

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Stowaway Cloak (2/3)

Characters: Stephen Strange, Reader - platonic

Warning: None.

Summary: You return to visit an old friend but find that something has hidden itself in your suitcase.

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The party seemed louder than any battle that you had fought and you somehow had found yourself in the circle of the Mayor who was chatting up a storm about scientific funding. You had been trained in the mystic arts and knew how to hold yourself in a situation of torture but you weren’t prepared to endure an endlessly boring conversation that was undoubtedly wasting your time.

Having been feigning interest and politeness for a good twenty-two minutes, you excused yourself and engaged in conversation with another circle of elites who talked about cellular regeneration which slightly peaked your interest – completely deafening you to the loud thump that came from the room above the party hall.

The Cloak of Levitation had promised to stay put but when a shimmering red spark turned into a portal, it peered through the hood of the suitcase and watched quietly as a pair of black-dusted boots landed on the floor with a loud bang. 

The intruder treaded carefully to a corner of the room and as their back was turned to the door, the cloak silently slipped out of the case and under the thin crack.

“It’s highly theoretical at this very moment but we’re close to achieving an actual scientific break-through.” One of the scientists said back at the party and was appraised by his circle of socialites. 

You nodded with the others and raised your glass of champagne. “I’ve heard of a place that’s already achieved such a feat.” You chuckled, causing the group to fall quiet in the hopes that you’d further an explanation.

Just as you realised what you had just insinuated and thought about how to fix this conversation without revealing secrets, a bright silver gleam hit your eye. Looking over to where it came from, your heart stopped when you saw the Cloak hiding behind a wall.

“You were saying Y/n…?” Another doctor wondered, forcing you to snap back to the circle of people who were still waiting for you to speak.

“Oh, I was saying that I’ve heard of a place but the reporter on the story was said to be fired the very next day due to it being false.” You covered with a shrug. “Some people will do anything for a story, right?”

The merry band of men and women raised the glasses and laughed at your comment in agreement, resuming their drinking and topics of medical breakthroughs while you set your glass down on the nearest table and excused yourself.

Making a mad, yet subtle, dash over to the Cloak, you sighed once you were out of ear-shot and sight. “I thought I told you to-”

You were unable to finish the scolding as the red fabric coiled around your wrist and pulled it up the staircase and back towards the room.

You were just a little way away from the door when the cloak stopped you in your tracks and tapped over where you had hidden your sling ring on a chain around your neck.

Putting the pieces together, you knew that something dangerous had set foot in the home and that the Cloak was attempting to protect the lives that laughed beneath them.

You slipped on the relic that allowed you to open portals and took in a deep breath. You stepped forward but instead of touching the wooden floor panels, you were lifted into the air by the Cloak as it carried you to the doorway like a magic carpet, despite being slightly crooked and unstable.

You raised your hand to the door handle and turned it as you swung the panel open and instantly summoned the mirror dimension. The decision turned out to be a wise choice as you were met with a zealot who followed in Kaecilius’ mad plans of destruction.

The zealot turned and tossed the book he held on the floor. “Where is the cloak?” He demanded.

You stepped off and brought the cloak up to be displayed. “Right here.”

The zealot took a step forward and you forced the cape behind the wall of the Mirror Dimension for its protection, sealing it out.

“Give it to me.” The zealot demanded which only made you laugh at him.

Clearly, he didn’t know what you were capable of. Taking a step forward, you ignored the banging on the invisible wall by the cloak and smiled at the enemy.

“If you so much as touch a thread – I’ll end you.”

The zealot smirked at the confidence and leapt forward, summoning a red-axe almost instantly and swinging it at your head. You anticipated the attack and created a gold shield that had started to show streams of white to keep you from being torn in half. 

Once the axe hit the shield, you exerted enough energy to throw the zealot backwards into your bookshelf. Hopefully no one was missing your absence below.

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A Clumsy Pursuit

Summary: Stephen wants to ask you out, but the universe seems to be against him.

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Receptionist!Fem!Reader

Warning(s): none really, fluff and humour

Stephen had always been a man of precision and control. He could manipulate time, space, and reality with a flick of his wrist, but when it came to matters of the heart, he was completely clueless. That was until he met you, the receptionist at the Avengers Tower.

You were one of the few people in the tower who could make him feel at ease. You had a way of calming his nerves, and he found himself seeking your company more and more. He had never felt this way about anyone before--not even Christine--and it was a completely foreign feeling for him.

He had decided that he was going to pursue you. He had planned to take you out on a date, but things never seemed to go as planned. He was always so clumsy around you, and everything he did seemed to make you laugh.

One day, he had brought you a cup of coffee, but as he handed it to you, he spilled it all over your desk. You had just laughed it off, helping him clean up the mess. He had never felt so embarrassed in his life, but your laugh had made him feel a bit better.

Another time, he had tried to impress you by showing off his levitation skills, but he ended up losing control and crashing into a bookshelf. You had rushed over to make sure he was okay, and once again, you had laughed it off.

Despite all his clumsy attempts, he never gave up. He was determined to win your heart. He had finally mustered up the courage to ask you out, but just as he was about to speak, he accidentally tripped over his own feet and stumbled into you.

You had caught him, and he looked up at you, feeling mortified. But then, you had smiled at him, and he felt like everything was going to be okay.

"Stephen, I think you're adorable," you said. "And I'd love to go out with you."

He felt like he was on top of the world. He couldn't believe that you had agreed to go out with him. He grinned from ear to ear, feeling like he was finally getting the hang of this whole romance thing.

As you walked away, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over him. He knew that he had a lot to learn when it came to love, but he was willing to do whatever it took to make you happy.

He had finally found the missing piece to his life, and it was all thanks to you.

A/N I'm back baby!

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Two Is Better Than One

Moon Knight

Mr Sandman: Part one Part two

(might finish someday)

Benedict Cumberbatch

Stephen Strange

Let Them Go

The One Exception (discontinued)

Reed Richards

Kang

Evil

Last Of Us

Joel Miller

Little Lion Man (Series!)

Tommy Miller

Star Wars

Din Djarin

Only We Know

A Home

Poe Dameron

[ironstrange1991]

A Very Busy Sorcerer

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Stephen has been very busy the last few days and the reader decides he needs a moment to relax.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: SMUT: Handjob and some dirty talk. Use of the word daddy one or two times. Mostly fluff.

A/N: Working two jobs I haven't had much time to write, but I managed to finish this one for you guys and I hope you like it.

One of the things you tried not to do was disturb Stephen when he was working. You were still getting used to the idea of ​​living together, even though you had been dating for almost 2 years and you were used to him sleeping in your apartment or you sleeping at the Sanctum almost every day, but actually living together was completely different and you wanted to show him that you knew how to respect his space and that you understood how busy he was.

However, since Stephen had set the date for the next mission with the Avengers he was always stressed, always worried and barely left the library, always reading and preparing for whatever he had to do. - As time went by, you stopped asking him to explain his missions to you. Today was no exception, Stephen was in the library, he was there all day in fact and even though it was Saturday, Wong was still wandering around the Sanctum instead of going back to the Kamar Taj like he normally did on the weekends, and you were bored and upset at being left aside and knowing that soon you would be alone in that huge house.

But you weren’t worried about yourself, you were worried about Stephen. He had barely been eating the last few days and when you brought it up he always said he was fine, but all that nervousness and stress couldn't be further from fine. You just wish you could find a way to make him stop and breathe for a minute and perhaps relax a little bit before going out on his mission. If you could just get him to talk to you a little, or eat something healthy, you'd feel less worried.

You found yourself searching for Wong to make sure he wasn't in the library too and found the Sorcerer Supreme in the Window of Worlds room doing who knows what. Having decided, you went to the library and found Stephen at his desk reading a huge book. He was so absorbed in his reading that he even noticed you approaching, even though Cloaky broke free from his shoulders and flew towards you.

He only noticed you when you were already at his side, asking so that the sentient relic could leave your both alone for a moment. Cloaky flew away happily and you smiled feeling a warmth in your heart. Sometimes you caught yourself thinking it was weird to have so much affection for a piece of clothing, but Cloaky was so much more than that you end up telling yourself every time.

Stephen sighed heavily as if he expected you to complain to him, even though he knew you never complained. Maybe he simply knew he had crossed the line today.

 "Sweetheart, I know its Saturday and I know I should be spending some time with you, but I really need to find this specific spell..."

You shushed him wrapping your hands around his shoulders and positioning yourself right behind him. "I know. I didn't come here to complain, Steph. Do what you have to do." You said in a honeyed voice and began to massage his shoulders slowly. "I just want to spend some time with you while I can, if that's okay. I promise I won't disturb you."

He sighed heavily as you started working on a knot on his right shoulder and you could feel him melting under your touch and that was one of the things you loved most in the world.

"You could never disturb me, sweetheart. Hmm, this feels so good. I don't deserve you, Y/n."

"Shh. Enjoy it."

You smiled to yourself and continued with the massage and Stephen did his best to turn his attention back to his book which from what you could see was all written in runes.

It wasn't your intention to distract him, but you couldn't help but feel a little proud when you noticed how much he was melting into your touch, the slight moans he made every time you put more pressure on an area of ​​his shoulders that needed to be worked on more carefully and – of course – it didn’t took long for dirty thoughts start to creep into your mind.

As the minutes passed, your hands began to become more daring, going down his defined chest covered by his blue robes and he sighed contentedly when your lips began to place little kisses on the back of his neck, going up to bite his earlobe and finally whispering into his ear.

"Does it feel good?"

He groaned, lolling his head back and closing his eyes and resting it on your chest.

"It's perfect. I'm so tired, sweetheart. You have no idea."

You nodded "Yes I do. I’ve been worried about you all day. That's why I'm here. I wanted to make you relax a little bit."

He hummed positively, "God, it's working. I love the way you work your hands, Y/n. They're delicate, but firm at the same time. Perfect."

You felt your heart flutter in your chest and decided to dare a little by running your hand down his chest until you reached his belt. "Yeah? What if I use them here. Do you think I can make you relax even more?"

Stephen almost purred feeling your fingers ghosting over a growing bulge. He let out a low moan when you held him over his pants, rubbing your hand against him to tease him and then you dedicated yourself to unbuckling his belt.

You placed a kiss on his neck and walked around his chair, placing yourself between him and his desk. Stephen moved the chair back, giving you more space and watched you kneel in front of him with a big and warm smile.

You unbuttoned his pants and quickly took his cock out. He was already half hard and you couldn't resist giving him a little kiss on the head as he moaned a little louder this time but quickly tried to compose himself.

"Sweetheart...Wong is still at the Sanctum."

You smiled mischievously, licking your hand and started pumping him up and down slowly.

"I know."

Stephen let out a nervous chuckle, but his cock quickly hardened in your hand. "You know he could come in here at any moment, then.” Though his words should sound like a warning, his voice broke with sweet moans and you thought they were really cute.

“Oh fuck... these hands... devilish."

You giggled, stopping just for a second so you could spit on his cock and go back to stroking him. The wet, lewd sound only adding even more to his pleasure.

Stephen bit his lower lip hard to try and suppress a loud moan at which you tsked.

"It's okay, let me hear you, Steph. Wong is up stairs, it's just you and me here. You know I love hearing your moans, they make me so wet. Sometimes I touch myself just thinking about it, replaying the sound on my head."

Stephen gasped as you held him tighter twisting your hand while moving it up and down. His legs shook a little and he moaned loudly for you just the way you loved to hear.

"So fucking dirty, sweetheart. Oh I love it! I love when you work your hands in my dick. The best handjob I ever had."

You smiled proudly. "Yeah? You're flattering me just because you want me to make you cum."

Stephen moaned even louder this time.

"God yes, please. I need you to make me cum, sweetheart. But it's not only because of that. You're perfect. You know I always say this. You’re always so good to me."

One of the things you loved most about Stephen was how controlling and rough he could be in sex and at the same time be sweet and affectionate. He was always so sweet when he let you have control over him like that, and you loved it.

You spat on his cock again and started working with both hands, rotating one from the base to the tip and the other massaging his balls. Stephen let out a groan and caressed your face, his thumb pulling your bottom lip down.

"Why don't you put that little mouth to work for me, uh? I'm dying for a blowjob."

You smiled mischievously, but even though his voice sounded so pleading and sexy, broken by small moans, you didn't give in. You know he would take back control to himself if you let him fuck your mouth, and you were loving that little submissive moment of his.

"I want you to cum on my hands, Stephen. You just told me how much you love them. They are not enough?"

"Yes I do.  Shit! They’re more than enough, sweetheart. I could cum just from thinking about them as I did so many times. " He whispered between moans and his thighs trembled under your hands and his cock throbbed. "Fuck… but I need it faster, need more."

You bit your lip holding back a moan of your own. Seeing your man in that state was a huge turn on for you.

"Fuck Stephen... I'm so wet right now. Pussy is begging for you, and I know you want me too. So badly. You wanna put your cock inside me, don't you? Fell my pussy stretching around it..."

"Fuck yes." Stephen groaned and his cock jumped in your hand.

You started to work both hands on his cock, feeling him throb beneath them. He was so close, all he needed was a little push.

"Come on then, Steph, show me how much you love my hands. Cum all over them, make a mess for me. I just want you to feel relaxed, you deserve it. Have been working so hard these last few days. I just want to make you feel good."

"Oh yeah, sweetheart..." He moaned loudly. "Keep talking to me."

You smiled, satisfied now that you had him the way you wanted. "Give me your cum, daddy. Love you so much. I just want to be a good girl for you, wanna make daddy cum in my hands. I know you love my hands, Stephen. Show me how much. Give it to me."

Stephen let out a loud groan and started to cum. Warm and thick ropes of cum spurting from his cock and spilling onto your hands.

"There you go, Steph" You praised.

"Oh fuck... oh sweetheart. God, I love you, sweet girl." The words escaped his trembling lips as his body shook. His cum running down your fingers, some soiling the top half of his robes. A delicious mess.

He caressed your face, laughing softly, the sound making your heart jump in your chest.

"Such a good girl for daddy. Love you so much, Y/n."

You smiled sweetly at him watching as he conjured a cloth and began to clean himself as best as he could, but you knew it would take a lot more than that to get the smell of cum out of his robes.

He took your hands and began to gently clean them and then got rid of the dirty cloth and buttoned his pants and belts again with a flick of his fingers.

"I'll let you get back to work now." You said, getting up and threatening to leave, but he was faster. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to sit on his lap.

"Do you really think I'm going to let you go that easily?" He threatened with a smirk.

"I don't want to disturb your work, Steph."

He buried his face in your hair inhaling deeply.

"Too late for that, don't you think? Or did you really think I could go back to work after a handjob like that?"

You let out a small giggle "I didn't mean to."

He pulled your hair to the side and purposefully rubbed his goatee across the crook of your neck making your skin prickle. "Well, I think that was exactly your intention and now you got what you wanted."

"And what exactly did I want?" You asked, feigning innocence.

Stephen bit your earlobe "Making me hard for you, wanting to fuck you senseless until you ask me to stop."

"That’s not true." You said petulantly, turning to look at him and pulling him to your lips. "I never ask you to stop." You said biting his lip.

Stephen held you tight in his lap, standing up and opening a portal to his room. Work would have to wait.

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A Misunderstanding That Leads To a Gift

Relationship: Doctor Stephen Strange x Female reader

Fandom: Marvel Universe, Doctor Strange, (Pre-movie)Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness

Warnings: Spoilers of beginning of the movie Doctor Strange: MoM, other than that nothing else of the movie is mentioned, a little angst, lots of backstory, cute, fluff, major fluff, kisses, Wong deserves a hug, fight, argument, jokes, hot doctor strange because yes, hugs, friends to lovers, kinda shy reader, nice reader, A LITTLE SPICY AT THE END

Summary: Reader has known Doctor Stephen Strange since medical school. She doesn’t know how she grew to be friends with him, despite his horrible personality, and even grew to like him. But as time passes, and the doctor comes back better than ever, especially as a hero, their relationship becomes more. But all hope and happiness can be changed quickly, all because of a misunderstanding. Reader starts to get tired of his many excuses of canceling their plans to hang out, but what happens when a little misunderstanding somehow brings them closer?

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Author note: Helllooo it has certainly been a long time since I’ve written a one-shot on here….very sorry! Will probably be writing more Doctor Strange stuff cause I am currently obsessed with him. Also write this one-shot in one go and my fingers burnnnn. Anyways, hope someone enjoys this just as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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It was just for one night. (Y/n) had to remind herself that not only was this the fiftieth time he had canceled on her, but that he was also a hero and could be very busy. She couldn’t be mad at him. She understood his reasons, even though his reasons were quite stupid before he became a sorcerer.

(Y/N) knew Doctor Stephen Strange back in medical school. He was a cocky bastard who only cared about fame and money. He would turn down so many suffering patients, only because their problems weren’t interesting enough and didn’t improve his reputation as the best doctor around.

Why was she friends with a guy like him? You may ask. Well, only she knew the soft side that he kept hidden. She wasn’t sure how it happened, or doesn’t really remember how they met in medical school, but she knows him to be a soft character on the inside.

Back before he became a sorcerer and learned magic, he was a man who loved his job only because of the money and being the most popular doctor out there. (Y/N) found herself having peaceful and meaningful conversations with him quite often…that was his soft side. He joked, had witty comments, and was kind enough to give small gifts for her birthday or for major holidays. She even noticed the soft smiles he’d give her at the end of their conversations before they had to depart and take care of a patient.

But because he was so busy as a famous doctor, (Y/N) and Stephen never went out on friendly hangouts, like normal friends, as much as they’d liked. There were times where they celebrated, and Stephen asked (Y/N) out to a nice dinner. (Y/N) did her best to bring him out at times, too.

And he had said he enjoyed their time together outside of work.

Yet, deep down, (Y/N) knew he’d rather be with someone else than her. She knew Christine Palmer, a fellow and nice doctor, to be in his eyes at all times. (Y/N) always caught him staring at her from time to time, even while in the middle of a conversation, and as she stood at the end of the hallways.

It was hard on (Y/N). And being her usual caring self, she left it be and gave them space. She figured that she’d find someone else. As time passed, she didn’t find anyone to keep her company for the rest of her life, but she did become close once again with the famous Doctor. Although, now….he’s a hero.

“Magic…?” (Y/N) was appalled. Thrilled, even, by hearing what he could do now. He was gone for months and he comes back with some magical abilities and a new look. She had to admit the new look…looked rather good on him.

She also noticed the way he smiled more. The deep fame-craving demon inside of him so long ago has now disappeared and is replaced with adventure, curiosity, and maturity.

He had changed. And in a good way.

Stephen smiled briefly, one corner of his mouth tipping upwards, almost covered by his fancy mustache. “Yeah. Weird, isn’t it? Never thought I’d come back with…this,” he gestures to his new outfit. Ancient-like styled blue robes covered his body, as well as a vibrant red cloak hanging off of his shoulders. A gold oval case-like medallion was positioned on his chest, attached to his clothes.

(Y/N) had to admit that the outfit had her staring longingly at him more.

“That is…weird,” she says slowly, trying to gather her thoughts, “in a good way! Of course…I mean, it’s super cool.”

“You think so?” He starts, but puts a finger up as if to stop her from saying anything yet, “Wait, the outfit, or the magic?”

(Y/N) lets out a giggle, “Both, actually. Both are really cool. The outfit…I think it suits you.”

Stephen keeps his smile, “Well, at least I have that going for me. Your opinion means a lot.”

And since that encounter, they have gotten even closer. He tries to hang out with her as much as he can, when he isn’t trying to save innocent lives and the entire world or universe. At some point, it became a bit difficult for him to arrange any meetings, so he came to a conclusion.

“Visit the Sanctum?” (Y/N) could feel her jaw drop at the thought of being in such a sacred place. Well, she knew it wasn’t really sacred, but it was an important place for the sorcerers. She had never been there, and had only heard so much by the doctor himself and his companion, Wong. “I did…say it right, right?” The many vocabulary words spoken by the sorcerers is a bit much for her brain to handle.

Stephen chuckles at her last question, softly patting her hand. The soft wind in the park fought against the few black strands of his hair that had escaped his specific hairstyle. They sit on the bench, talking about their lives and what they missed.

“Yes, you said it right. And yes, you should visit. In fact, you can visit anytime. I’ll be there most of the time, anyway.”

The excitement (Y/N) felt of seeing him more often than not was almost overwhelming. She could tell he could see right through her, about ready to bounce off the walls with questions and happiness.

Since then, she had come by the Sanctum practically everyday, when she wasn’t busy. She felt as if she had no place but by Stephen’s side. Usually, on his most busy days, she sat and read a book, or asked Wong a few questions while Stephen worked and studied.

It came to a point where they set up a guest room just for her. In case she ended up staying far later than usual and she had a room to sleep in.

But not all things were to go as smoothly as she’d like.

The past few times of trying to go out to a meal, go for a walk, or anything else, Stephen had canceled on her. (Y/N), at first, didn’t mind at all. He was a busy man and had good reasons to cancel. Such as saving lives. (Y/N) even noticed how much he cared about her feelings when he canceled. She hadn’t ever heard him apologize so much in her life.

Then one night, he canceled on her once again. But this time, (Y/N) was very upset about it. She couldn’t do anything about it, though, as his reason was going to save the world once again.

In fact, she was so upset, she tried to avoid seeing the doctor as much as she could. She figured that stopping by the Sanctum one early morning to return a book she borrowed from Wong could help her not run into Stephen…but it was too difficult to say no to Wong when he offered her to stay for breakfast.

The tension in the room was heavy, (Y/N) noticed, as she quietly ate her breakfast. It was quite good, actually, and she always enjoyed the rare moments Wong made meals. She tried to keep her eyes trained anywhere but on Stephen, who sat at one end of the table, also eating his breakfast. His usual blue robes were on. His ‘work clothes’ he called them.

The silence was almost too much to stay in the presence of. (Y/N) tried to eat her breakfast quickly, without it being obvious, so she could leave. But Wong cleared his throat before she could shove the last few mouthfuls of her food, grabbing their attention.

“So…am I missing something, or did you two get in a fight?” The man finally asks, breaking the awkward silence.

They sure did get in a fight the night he canceled on her. She snapped at him over the phone on accident, but the deed was done and she actually felt good about saying something to him. It felt good to let out her frustrations once in a while, instead of holding them in. Since that phone call, they hadn’t really been talking to each other.

When the two didn’t respond to Wong, he decided to shrug his shoulders and leave it be. “I see. It’s none of my business,” he says, backing off, “Anyways, I heard Christine is having a wedding. Are you two going to go?”

(Y/N) remembers the invitation Christine sent her, and how happy she felt at seeing such exciting news. But her mood sours once again when Stephen nods. “Yes. Well…maybe. I don’t know yet,” he stumbles over his thoughts.

“Ah, well, I would assume so since you went to help her the other night. How did that go, by the way?” Wong asks innocently.

The loud clang of (Y/N)’s fork hitting the glass plate echoes throughout the room, causing the two men to freeze and look at her. She had never held such a mighty glare towards the man she loved. And she can tell it’s affecting him, by the way he flinched as soon as their eyes met.

Stephen helping Christine with her wedding wasn’t a big deal. Of course, it wasn’t, since they are close friends. But (Y/N) remembers Stephen being so busy lately, he hasn’t had a chance to hang out with her. So when in the hell did he have the time to help Christine?

“When was this?” She grits out past her teeth.

Wong leans back in his chair, slightly concerned by his friend's reaction. “Two nights ago, I believe?”

“You canceled our plans to go help Christine with her wedding?!” (Y/N) snaps, abruptly standing up from her chair.

Stephen jumped at her words and stood up, as well. “No, no!” He blurts out, his hands flinging up in some kind of surrender. “It’s not what it looks like-“

“Not what it looks like!” She scoffs, “Stephen! Those plans were important to me! I got a promotion for my dream job, something I have wanted for a long time, and we planned it! Way before your little date with Christine!”

He looked taken aback by her words, a little confused on why she called it a date when it wasn’t anything close to it. Hell, she’s getting married to another man. “Date? (Y/N), you need to calm down and let me explain-“

“Yeah, when pigs fly!” She huffs, but points a finger at him after she realizes what she said, “don’t even think about it.” Stephen nodded, fighting a smile at her random and aweful comeback. “What I mean is that you can think about what you did and apologize to me. That night was important to me, Stephen, and you lied to me about it! You said you were saving the world! …I thought we were friends…”

(Y/N) doesn’t give him time to respond as she walks out of the room, as fast as she possibly could without tripping and making a fool out of herself. She ignored the call of her name by the doctor as he ran after her.

“(Y/N), stop!” His raised voice almost startled her, if she weren’t so upset.

She didn’t stop, though. But suddenly, in a blink of an eye, she finds herself walking right through a sparkly portal and right behind Stephen. She was still in the same hallway, just transported farther back then she just was. “Don’t you dare use your magic on me!”

Stephen turns around and places a firm grip on (Y/N)’s upper arms before she could walk off past him. He looked annoyed more than anything as a heavy sigh leaves his lips, struggling just a little against her nudges of getting out of his grip.

“Would you just…listen?”

Realizing he wouldn’t let her go anytime soon, (Y/N) holds her breath and stays still, allowing him to continue. “Look, yes I canceled our plans to go help Christine with her wedding plans, but,” he pauses, his light blue-gray eyes looking right into (Y/N)’s, “Christine told me there was going to be a fireworks show at this restaurant in a couple of days. I wanted to ask you to move our dinner to that day, so we can properly celebrate your promotion…”

His voice was so soft, it was starting to get difficult for (Y/N) to be mad at him anymore. In fact, all she felt was guilty at hearing his words. He didn’t cancel their plans just to hang out with his past crush, he canceled because he wanted to make better plans.

“But you yelled at me over the phone before I could explain that… so, I’m sorry for not saying it earlier.”

“Oh, Stephen…” she gasps lightly, feeling her eyes burn as tears well up, “Oh my god…no, I’m sorry for not listening to you. I’m such a horrible friend…” she stresses. Her hands ring through her hair as she looks away, too embarrassed to look at him.

Stephen doesn’t say a word while he brings her to his chest, wrapping his arms around her back and softly rubbing it to comfort her. “It was just a misunderstanding. Nothing to worry about…I was trying to figure out how to tell you.”

A few tears slip down (Y/N)’s cheeks, her head resting against his chest. He rocked their bodies back and forth gently, soothing her to an extent. She could feel his chin resting on the top of her head. She felt so at home in his arms. “God…I’m so sorry, Stephen. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

A light chuckle escaped his lips, his chest rumbling at the action, “Yeah. Go to dinner with me. As a date.”

She couldn’t help but to gawk at him as soon as they separated, her eyes so wide the man smiled in triumph. “A…a date? As in, like…”

“A couple, yeah,” he concludes. His hands rub her shoulders from time to time, as if he didn’t want to let her go, “If you’ll have me…that is.”

It took (Y/N) a few moments to realize she was still holding her surprised expression, making the sweet moment a bit awkward. She quickly snaps her mouth shut, her head nodding as she tries to find the words. “U-uh, yes! I mean, yeah…of course, Stephen…”

The doctor smiled so wide, it was quite heartwarming for her to see. She smiled, too, at their new relationship. She didn’t know what to do next. Her body practically rocked on its own as she stood there, her eyes having a hard time looking into his. (Y/N) could feel her cheeks grow warm by how embarrassing this was.

Stephen took the liberty of moving his hands from her shoulders to cupping her cheeks, bringing her to look into his eyes. He slowly moved in, lips softly connecting with hers in a slow, heated kiss.

It felt as if it lasted for an hour, but it was only a few seconds. It was slow, passionate, sweet, and so warm, she didn’t want him to stop. Their eyes briefly open when their lips separate and their breaths fan over each other's faces as they try to regain what little air they lost.

Love is what (Y/N) saw in his eyes as they stared at each other. And she felt all the more connected with him. No words were spoken, too busy studying the face of the other. Studying what feelings they had for each other. And, soon, their lips lock once more.

This time was more heated than the last.

“I’ve always wanted to do that with you…” Stephen mumbles between kisses, unrelenting of letting her go.

(Y/N) giggles at his words, realizing how cheesy they were, “Me, too.”

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Bonus(Kinda spicy):

“So, uh…why did you lie to me? You know…why didn’t you say you were helping Christine?” (Y/N) decides to bring up later that night. Her body was snugged up under Stephens arm as they read some books together. A quiet, perfect moment, to cuddle and for Stephen to work.

She could feel the man go tense under her body, and he smoothly rubbed her arm with the arm that was hanging on her shoulders. “I…uh…panicked,” he says slowly, turning a page in his book.

“Panicked?” she repeats, scooting herself back a little to look at his face. He met her eyes before he raises his eyebrows in question, “Doctor Stephen Strange…panicked? Never thought I’d see the day…” she mumbles, turning back to her book.

He scoffs, wrapping his arm over her shoulder once more, “Really? It was difficult to say the truth when you were yelling at me for canceling again. Figured it’d make things worse…”

(Y/N) hums, her head finally leaning back against his chest as she read, “You deserved that, by the way.”

“Are you trying to stir something up?” he sighs, faking to sound annoyed. She could feel his breath against her neck as he closes in, his warm and soft lips touching her skin as he softly kisses the spot, “‘cause it’s best not to start something if you think you can’t finish it.”

A giggle escapes her lips when he carefully takes the book from her hands, his body leaning more and more onto her and against the couch, trapping her under him. “You think I can’t finish something I started?” her lips touch his in a quick, passionate kiss, “because I’m ready to prove you wrong.”

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The Strange Policy | Stephen Strange

Pairing: surgeon!Stephen Strange x nurse!femme!reader

Word Count: 5K

A/N: I watched When Harry Met Sally and got inspired and in my feels. This is a product of that and it’s also my take on the “there's only one-bed” trope. This is also my first Stephen smut so be gentle....might do an angsty part two, but ZERO promises. Enjoy.

Warnings: SMUT (18+ ONLY), mentions of wounds/cuts/etc, doctor stuff, vague ass stuff, lack of medical knowledge, cringey fluff, etc.

"Did I wake you?"

She hummed briefly, debating lying but sighing out the truth, "You know I don't sleep."

"You sleep more than I do," His laugh was breathy, revealing his fatigue, "What are you doing?"

"Watching When Harry Met Sally."

Her chin was working its way down to her chest as she slumped further into her bed. She filtered through the channels, nothing grabbing her withering attention. But then there it was.

Maybe it was the fall leaves she was desperate to have over the snow that taken over that drew her in or maybe it was the nostalgia tied to it, either way, it filled her with something that she was happy Stephen's call interrupted.

"Really?" There was his superficial judgment she was looking for. In an odd way, it grounded her, always a good reminder to not take too things seriously. That was only when it wasn't getting on her nerves.

Her tone was dull as she answered, "Really."

She could picture him now, his posture slightly hunched to reach the phone while he rubbed his recently discarded cap off his head and through his hair. His mind was probably still in the operating room already critiquing his technically perfect operation.

If she wasn't in the room with her, he'd always call her after. He'd give her the play-by-play of what happened, down to the music choice. She preferred to be in the O.R. with him, no longer dreading it like she once had.

She could appreciate the way he worked. It was clinical for a purpose, but under all of that, she loved the way she'd inadvertently become his good luck charm. It was the first and last time she'd complimented him on his procedure methods. From there forward, he'd offer her a wink before picking up his scalpel. It was a joke at first, but it stuck like honey due to his superstition and genuine amusement.

"Do you agree?"

"With what?" She mumbled, watching as the movie had another five-year time skip. New York was always so romanticized in the movies, only showing the beautiful love-filled parts. Perhaps, that's what it truly did look like for someone in love.

"That men and women can never be friends because the sex part always gets in the way."

He could feel her laugh on the other end all the way down to his toes. That or it was the exhaustion catching up to him.

"You clearly do with that 'Strange Policy' and all," She smiled lightly, loving teasing him about the unofficial rule Palmer had created for Metro-General. One that she knew was in place not for his lack of trying.

"That doesn't answer my question," He tutted softly. She could feel his smirk from the other end, knowing her answer was contrary to his and how he loved to pick it apart. He lived to challenge her but loved when she challenged him as she was one of the few who succeeded in doing so.

"We're friends, aren't we?"

---

They had met years ago, yet if you asked Stephen at the time he would have said he'd never met her. She was his scrub nurse of a handful of years and yet he had failed to learn her name, too concerned over his ego to care.

It wasn't until a fateful New Year's Eve. There was always the press at the door, waiting for the New Year's Eve babies. Along with the numerous alcohol-fueled accidents that fit in just before midnight. Then there were the patients that had been in their beds for months, the ones that needed constant care even during the busiest nights.

Sure, the pay was slightly better, but there wasn't enough monetary compensation to give to make up for what the nurses endured on the holiday. The work was demanding, but the doctors were even more so. The doctors were always on edge, but the holiday brought out a completely other side to them. Accident reports were their worst enemy, but it was the unorthodox olive branch between the doctor and the nurse.

"They got you good," Stephen spoke softly to match the quietness of the room. His headlamp was bright in her eyes as she tried to pull away from him and the utensils he was too quick to pull out.

"It wasn't her fault," Her response held bitterness. Her head was throbbing from the bedpan that had been thrown at her. It was yet another nightmare story to add to her repertoire.

"Shouldn't need stitches," He continued his examination on the small flesh wound above her eyebrow, dabbing it with the iodine swab.

She grew jittery on the parchment paper of the exam chair. The entire thing was uncomfortable from its start. Stephen had walked in on her disinfecting her cut, thinking he was one of the only ones left. She tried to be discreet about it, but he was criticizing her methods before she knew what was happening.

"I know that."

"It's a superficial wound at best-

"I know."

"You seem to know a lot," He hummed while removing his gloves for a fresh pair. He was nothing but thorough. Then he looked down at her scrubs to add, "You're not a doctor on this floor, are you?"

Her laugh was anything but genuine. In hindsight, she could see how his question was actual, but the struggles of the night overwhelmed her and took her sense of humor with it.

She went to speak but his voice was louder, "I work this holiday every year-

"So do I-

"How come I've never seen you?"

"Look, Dr. Strange-

"You know me?" His charm was instantaneous, asking the ego-filled question with delight. He read her face quickly understanding the double meaning of the conversation, "Am I supposed to know you?"

She eyed him, trying hard to give him the benefit of the doubt, but his smugness drove her, "Ask me for a scalpel."

He paused his action for a moment, a confused laugh threatening to break his perfect bandage application, "What?"

She insisted, remaining still until he pulled away from her again, checking his handiwork. It looked seamlessly put back together, some of his best work, "Come on, ask me."

He'd bite.

"Pass me the 10-blade." It depended on the surgery and she hadn't been specific. Therefore, he went for the safe, generic choice. One he rarely used due to the higher-powered tools it took to get inside of someone's head.

"10-blade." Her tone was mocking and he finally understood why.

He hadn't realized she was the hands behind him tying his medical gown. It wasn't a part of his routine to pay attention. He was too immersed in running through the surgery ahead of him trying to push away the feeling of pressure to hold up perfection. There were always more people in his room, all the students pushing and shoving each other behind the glass wall in hopes they'd be able to catch Stephen's free hand something.  

Yet, he never realized she was front row to all of it.

---

She had a love-hate relationship with hospitals. She thought they were always too bright with a bleak atmosphere. There were phones constantly ringing, monitors always beeping, people coughing all of the air out of themselves; everything too overwhelming to the senses. Yet, she loved everything about it even down to the paperwork.

It was therapeutic for her, something to keep her hands busy and give her a breather from the constant social interactions of her position. It was a moment she'd have for herself that she usually spent contently alone.

"You seem tired."

A coffee cup now sat on the line she was supposed to use to record her notes. She followed it up to be met with Stephen, an identical cup in his own hand. This was new.

"We don't have that thrombectomy until 12," Her eyebrows furrowed with confusion all the while ignoring his unintentional insult.

"I know," He took her response as an invitation to join her, pulling the chair next to her away from the table for himself,  "We've got some time to kill."

It took him a few weeks to warm up to the idea he was in the wrong for not recognizing her. But once he did their conversation flowed more smoothly. It remained professional, cordial even, but it was no longer in the nonexistent territory. Something he couldn't stand.

"Did you always want to be a nurse?"

"What is this?" She looked between the coffee and him, suspicion settling instantly. The last thing she wanted was someone else workload passed off on her on mile high stack.

"What? Don't blame me for trying to get to know the person who hands me blades..." He teased only to receive a glare. He copied her squint slightly in further jest to ask, "Too soon?"

It was the first time his humor had caused the smallest of smiles to appear on her face. She wasn't sure what about it let him wedge his way into her life she so desperately wanted to separate from him, but figuring out that she preferred her coffee black with a lot of sugar helped.

It helped start a routine, something both doctors and nurses thrived off of. Usually, Stephen's break would have a slight overlap with hers, not always, but day by day it seemed as if it was happening more frequently. So frequently, Stephen had begun waiting at the nurse's station for her to come out of the last thing she'd been doing.

"Loitering again, Dr. Strange?" Her voice startled him slightly, her hand coming to touch the back of his arm to move past him more easily. It was fleeting, but it was deliberate.

Sometimes their finger brushed in the O.R., but there was always gloves covering the touch. His skin pricked as if she'd shocked him. He wasn't used to touch in that way, let alone accepting it, but it felt different from her.  It was like his senses had become heightened to how closely she was now standing to him. He watched her as she sorted her charts like she always had mindlessly chatting with him about something unrelated.

But Stephen hadn't heard a word, too focused on how she was careless with her movements, no longer thinking or moving away if they touched. It was like they had passed an unspoken milestone. One that made Stephen's confidence falter for just a moment.

"Can't do coffee today," She muttered, but Stephen finally and fully picked up on what she said. He ignored the rest of her reasoning due to simply not wanting to hear it, "I'm going to-

"I noticed on the schedule you get off at eight," He continued despite her still speaking, "I was thinking-

"You do a lot of that," She stopped him before he could start. She'd evaded it skillfully the past few times, not usually one to mix business and pleasure, but Stephen was nothing but persistent.

"Dinner."

"Dr. Strange-

"My treat."

"Dr. Strange-

"Stephen."

If there were lingering nurses near them, they all stopped what they were doing, eyes and ears intended on hearing what was happening between the two. Stephen was notorious for his wit, but not entirely for his flirtatious side. It caught everyone in the room off guard.

However, she wasn't buying any of it for a moment, "What's your motive?"

He couldn't help but smile, "Didn't realize I murdered someone."

---

It was cold out again, a few winters later.

She  had finally gotten a moment to herself where she could strip herself of  the scrubs she had on for over twelve hours, shower to wash off other people's bodily fluids, and get off her aching feet to give her back a  break.

The beds were never comfortable in the on-call room, but they fulfilled their purpose.

She  was fast asleep when she felt the bed dip. She turned slightly,   thinking it was someone else trying to hoist themselves to the bunk   above her. Soon enough, she'd slip back under into slumber. But, she   felt the scratchy blanket being pulled from her shoulders pulling her   further from the state she wanted to be in.

"Move over," The voice was deep, but undoubtedly belonged to the head of neurosurgery.

She groaned lightly, something resembling a disappointed whine, "Get your own bed, I've finally got a break."

"I've got surgery in an hour," He said pushing himself further into the twin-sized space, "And the other beds are taken-

"Fine." She hadn't allowed him to protest further. She couldn't care about anything else, desperate for sleep to chase away exhaustion. However, his sterile smell overwhelmed her quickly, pushing her to whisper once more, "Where'd you come from?"

"Craniotomy," He moved around more, looking for the most comfortable spot to lay.

She could only hum in acknowledgment, barely able to really process what he was really saying.  

He continued, mind still buzzing from it. He thought it was a routine procedure, but once he saw the grey matter, it became much more complicated. He explained every detail to her, his volume increasing slightly with excitement, "You should have been there..."

"Sounds interesting..." Her response was on instinct. She knew he'd be talking about the surgery until the next big one came along and she'd be filled in on the details more than once.

However, what she truly neglected to get from his elation was how much more he was trying, in his own way, to convey to her.

"There's this other case I've been trying to get, I need your help on it," He said, turning on his side to face her better, "Maybe if you talk to the mom she'll sign off on-

"Hey, Stephen," She mumbled straight into the now shared pillow, "I'm going to go back to sleep now."

Stephen. He  melted at the sentiment of just his name coming from her lips. It   usually bothered him when his title wasn't used and he found joy in   correcting people. However, whenever she called out for him. Dr. Strange. It was always so cold, ironically both clinical and cynical.

"Right, right," He apologized briefly.

He shuffled more in his spot, pressed against her with ease. It was just how she was; always a sense of ease radiating from her. Stephen liked to think she heard him. He could say anything to her. He could just be himself. It all felt easy.

"Your watch is digging into my back," Her voice was still soft as she turned back to him. She pulled at his wrist until his arm was over her, creating more space for the two to be more comfortable squashed in.

The complaint was a disguise to take advantage of his warmth. Stephen   loved when it was cold out because that meant her touches always   lingered. This, though, was entirely different as his arms encased her   completely. It was like she could finally shake off the chill on her   bones.

His frame perfectly covered her, his body looking like the only one in the bed. An outsider would have difficulty seeing her in front of him as she was almost to the wall. It didn't matter if anyone saw them, everyone knew by now they functioned as a unit. If there was one, the other wasn't far behind.

"Did you see the snow out?" He all but mumbled into her shoulder. He knew she wouldn't be asleep for a little while longer, maybe not even at all.

"Mhmm," She nodded, her muscles relaxing into him, "We're supposed to get a few inches tonight."

"Did you get your tree yet?" He added before too much of a pause happened.

"Stephen-

"I know you haven't," He continued his thought, "Let's pick it up tonight before we get snowed in and-

"I'll get it on my day off," She groaned, shifting in his arms to face him. Her eyes were still shut meaning she missed how his eyes were studying her face.

It was a bold move on his part to pull her to him, but he was no sense of shyness in the hold. Neither would admit it, but they missed each other throughout the day.

"Let's just get it tonight," He insisted, wanting an excuse to spend more time with her, "I passed a place today they have those scrawny ones you like-

"You're going to wake up the whole room with all your Christmas spirit," She mused, body turning to face him the conversation pulling her completely from slumber. She didn't mind, too focused on how Stephen's fingers became bold as they trailed rhythmically up and down her spine.

His smile was that of a child, "So is that a yes?

Her lips tugged, "Of course."

---

"Did I lose you?"

"Hmm?" Her eyelids were becoming heavy, but she was in no mood to fall asleep. The relaxation was too good to.

"You're not falling asleep are you?" He quipped. He was starting to feel antsy in his spot, ready to leave the hospital but hanging onto her every word.

"Can't," She started, eye focusing intently on the screen in front of her,  "How will I find out if they get together in the end?"

"Don't be ridiculous, they always get together in the end."

"Always a cynic."

"Oh come on now, don't be upset," He wanted to hear her voice once more before their call ended, "...Look, I'll make it up to you...I can pick up some of those noodles you love-

"With the extra sauce?" She asked, falling for the obvious trap.

It was routine at this point, a good way to debrief from the day. It was easy to be sucked into the hospital 24/7. The late-night food after a grueling shift was always the cure and as Stephen put it doctor recommended.

"With the extra sauce," He promised.

From the moment he left the hospital to the moment he left with the warm meal, he was ecstatic. Stephen chalked it up to hunger and seeking warmth. On his way over it seemed everything reminded him of her from the dainty Christmas trees in the shop windows to the people bundled up with warm drinks, making each step he made more assured than the last.

Once he made it to her door, Stephen balanced the food steadily in one hand while the other felt blindly on top of her door frame until he hit her spare key. Entering her home was always a simple action, a ritual Stephen loved.

Firstly, he'd place the key back in its spot for the next time he'd need to use it. Then, there were the dim lights of her place always on in a way that would lead him down the hall to her room. Her home contrasted his in such a clear way. Everything in her home once belongs to someone else but was put together in a way that was uniquely hers. Each piece in his home was custom made to be only his and he paid generously to make sure. Hers was warm and inviting while his was lavish and desolate.

"Good I made it just in time for the end," His sarcasm was palpable as he push his shoes off one by one while announcing his presence.

"For a second there, I thought you might have gotten lost," She joked, sitting up to accept the warm food he passed to her, "...Thank you."

Mumbling a quick you're welcome, Stephen propped himself up just how he'd found her. What Stephen had really come for was her bed. It was smaller than his, but the memory foam was unmatched. His legs were stretched out in front of him, ankles cross while his hands lay comfortably on his chest. In only a matter of moments, his breathing steadied to that of someone in a deep slumber.

Surgeons liked to think they were invincible, that they could fight sleep better than any other person. However, with the perfect concoction of low lights, a comfortable bed, and a working radiator, sleep became instant and irresistible.

She went to speak to him but closed her mouth once she saw how his head drooped to the side. The entire thing felt out of place, but she wouldn't want it any other way. The two had created a bond that she never thought she'd hold so dearly to her heart. Neither of them was blind to how the other grew fonder by the day. But there was always the doubt of lack of reciprocation or the fear of ruining what had taken time to build.

"You crying?" Stephen mumbled as he adjust his spot by moving on his side, palms together and hands under his cheek as he gave her a once over realizing she actually was.

Her head stayed positioned forward, watching how the two protagonists finally understood the other, "Go back to sleep."

"C'mon now, don't cry," He studied her unable to catch her true feelings. Tears from her, good or bad, held his attention. Stephen moved to her quickly as the laughter started to bubble in his chest, "He gets the girl in the end."

"That's not the point."

They both knew what she was talking about, the setting all too domestic to not. He now used his thumb to catch any remaining stray tears, "I think that's the whole point."

Neither could remember how their faces gravitated towards each other, but it was most likely due to how his thumb was to her lip, an eye trained to where he'd just traced. It was a preface to how their lips connected: quiet and barely there, a tender peck as if to console her, and something innocent.  Then he pecked her once more slightly less tentative and less friendly. It wasn't until the third she melted into his touch, reciprocating the same level if not more emotion.

He used his body weight as leverage as he now was pressed above her. He was warm, filling her senses with his scent as he stared at her ear and nibbled his way down to where her shirt had lifted. He was languid in his movements. Giving her every moment to savor the feeling of holding each other this close.

Stephen leaned back, pulling the hem of his shirt over his  head before tossing it aside, giving her the time to do it for   herself.  The two took their time to be settled between each other until Stephen's hands slid down her now bare stomach. One hand went to  grip ��her thigh, while the other sandwiched itself in the space between  her  pelvis and his. His fingertips could already feel the heat  radiating  from her clothed core.

"Your hands are always so cold," He mumbled against her neck, feeling how her hands trailed his chest to get to his sides.

It had almost distracted him from the journey his fingers were on. However,  Stephen's eyes were latched to hers, exploring the interaction in every sense as their lips tangled again. He tapped two fingers against the  soaking fabric, happy with the way it caused her to squirm breathlessly.

He pulled away from her lips, but stayed close,  ghosting his mouth over  hers to say, "Will you let me taste you?"

Her stomach tingled at his bluntness, only fueling his conviction.

She'd never felt like this before.  She didn't  know that she  could feel an ache so deep inside her and be so completely  aware that  the only cure for it is the touch of another person.  A  specific  person. At this moment, she felt like he was her person.

But  before she could  reply with anything, Stephen pushed aside her underwear  and pushed his  fingers as deep as he could. The relief she found was   instantaneous.  A  breathless sigh slipped past her lips as he rubbed   over her folds,  delighted with the fluttering breaths she was letting   out.

Despite the  tension building up in her body, this is the most  relaxed she'd felt in  days. The attention he was paying to her body was  like no other. Stephen knew how her core was soon going to  convulse in the most delightfully  sinful way, making him harder than he'd think was ever possible. He  wanted to feel her completely and   wholly, but he needed to see how he  could make her feel with just his   hands. He wanted a taste, he wanted to  hold, he wanted to suck, he   wanted to bite, he wanted to squeeze, he  wanted to do anything and   everything that had to do with her.

She, though, all she wanted was for Stephen to fill her up so completely that she'd be feeling him for days, "Stephen..."

It  went quick, his movements stopping, leaving her empty, and pulling   back. She worried that it was time to come to their senses, but before   she could finish her thought she could feel Stephen's wet kisses on her   thighs. He was craving her at this point, selfishly not being able to   give her what she was asking for. He kissed the inside of her thigh once   more as he gets settled in  between them pulling her underwear off so   his arms  could hook around both thighs to pull her closer.

Her  hips twitched in the slightest movement, and Stephen's eyes darted up to  hers  for a moment before he dove in. He was teasing her and it was borderline painful the way he slowly kissed every part of  her   that ached for him.

Her lips parted, eyes shutting in pure bliss  as he  got to work, lips closing in on her clit to gently suck. Then,  his still  warm fingers returned to work in and out of her like no  tomorrow, she  was sure to be done in minutes. He continued to skillfully work his  mouth and fingers in her heat as she moaned deeply,  beginning to see  stars and feel warm.

As predicted, it didn't take  long for Stephen to coax  her through and down from a powerful orgasm. He coaxed her through it all from the high and back down, settling his cheek against her thigh in a tender hold as he watched her catch her breath.

Once  it was  still again, Stephen smiled to himself; pleased with her pleasure.  He was  ready to dive in for more, wanting to feel again how her  fingers tugged  his hair tenderly. But she couldn't help but beg him  again, "Stephen, please."

Her wish was his command.  Especially when she  said his name the way she did. Stephen got  pleasure in her  pleasure, so now as her legs were spread wide open just  for him, it was  his absolute bliss.

"Let's just go slow," Stephen managed through a confident breath, regaining his composure. Slow. His voice became lustful with his last word, just how she wanted it to. However, he wasted no time  kicking the  rest of his clothes to the side  so he could drag his tip along her slick core.

He guided himself to spread her open, circling around her clit making her walls flutter as he then pressed further. She could feel how his breath fanned against her neck, causing her to shiver. The feeling heightened when Stephen relaxed completely into her, causing them both to groan at the sensation of how her body instinctively reacted with a soft clench.

The moment  he filled her for the  first time, there was a  feeling of   completeness that  she'd been  missing.  She needed this, she  thought.  She needed to be  stretched,  to be filled. She meant to hold  her in her  mewl, but she  only had so  much control when she was  underneath Stephen.

Yet, Stephen based everything on her as he asked,  "This okay? Do you want me to stop?"

"God, no."

Neither  admitted it to the other, but it had been a long time for both to be in the position with anyone.  Their pleasure was quickly building as Stephen began to push his hips towards her finding the perfect rhythm within a few thrusts.

“Right there, Stephen,” She whispered, “Oh, right there.”

Her  tone's softness  was  making  his head dizzy. She'd only imagined this moment, craving to know how it felt to be with him as closely as they were. The moment finally solidified how the two grew exponentially fond of each other. It made all of her previous experience pale in comparison. She had never moved so in tandem with someone who held nothing but her best interests at heart.

She wanted to stay in the moment forever feeling the way he perfectly dragged through her to only return with such fervor.   However, she could feel his tip  pulsate inside of  her as his thrust became sloppy and his breath low. She couldn't help but repeat his name, again and again, each time her voice sounded desperate. He groaned in response as she felt the hum throughout her entire body, vibrations sent straight to her core.

"Stephen," Her voice an octave higher, her hips eagerly chasing his movements.  His forehead dropped to her shoulder, her name leaving his lips in a heavy breath.

"That’s it," He encouraged on her lips. She wasn't sure she could get anything out but moans much to his pleasure. His thrusts were becoming deeper, never missing that spot that was rarely explored. 

Anything out of her mouth resembled a whimper, "You f-feel so good."

Stephen was  trying hard to last as long as he could,  but with one  flex of   her  muscles, he was a moaning mess on top of her as  he  finished inside  of  her. Stephen collapsed on top of her, his heart  pounding out of his chest. He wasn't sure if it was through passion or   embarrassment.

"Sorry I just-

"You're alright," She spoke over his confession with honesty. She loved the   feeling, being able to feel him, and how she now had something of his to hold onto which prompted her to say, "Let's just stay like this for a  moment."

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Office Hour | Professor Strange

pairing: graduate student!Reader x Professor Strange

Summary: You and Strange had a history together. When you were an undergrad, he was your TA, but that flame died out as soon as it started. A decade laters, it seemed like fate brought you back together as he was now a stand-professor for you Ethics class as well as your graduate advisor. A visit to his office hour igniting that flame you once thought was gone.

word count: 3.7K

warnings: SMUT AHEAD BESTIES. mutual pinning. Angst turns smut. Cunnilingus, breasts worshipping, vaginal sex. 18+ ONLY | MINORS FUCK OFF

A/N: No beta as usual. If I missed anything, I apologized. Comment and reblog are greatly appreciated, my loves.

*** Do not copy, repost, or translate my works

The sound of rushing footsteps tapping on the marble floor echoed through the empty hallway as you rushed to your appointed office hour. 

You found yourself exhaling sharply through your nose with each step you took while your heart beat frantically against your ribcage. Bile threatened to surge upward the closer to getting to his office. Your stomach fluttered dangerously once you stood right in front of the wooden door. 

You let out another exhale of breath through your nose, trying to calm your nerves as you stared at the wooden grain of his door. 

If there was anything much worse than what you are feeling now was the fact that the stand-in professor for your ethics class was in fact your ex-boyfriend. 

Stephen fucking Strange and you had a messy history today. It didn’t help that it was you who ran away from him because you had a commitment issue. 

You reluctantly knocked on the door, and you could hear his deep baritone voice calling out to you to come in from the other side of the door.

With a shaky hand, you took a deep breath and mustered up the strength to put up a brave face, because let’s be honest, if there was anything worse than facing an ex, it was the fact that you’re not particularly over this ex yet. So why did you run away? You asked yourself. 

Well, Stephen was your TA when you were an undergrad. He was also med school bound. That alone was messy. He was ready to graduate and do a residency at a hospital on the other side of town. Upon hearing this, you just couldn’t do it—the waiting part. He was already so unreachable to you, and to do a long-distance thing with him just didn’t work out for you. Fearing that he was going to dump you, you unsteady ghosted him–disappeared on him before he could do the dumping.

Almost a decade has passed, and he earned himself a respectable position as a world-renowned surgeon, only for that to be ripped away from him because of his accident. 

You knew he was biting the bullet when he accepted a teaching job—even worse a stand-in-professor since his injury prevented him from working full-time. 

You opened the wooden door to find him

buried in a large pile of paper, black-rimmed glasses hung low over the sharp bridge of his nose. 

“Hello, MS.Y/LN, or is it Mrs? I can’t be sure these days.”

You can almost hear the smirk in his voice without even looking directly at him. Oh, how much have I forgotten how much of an ass Strange could be sometimes.

“Just Ms. would suffice, Doctor.” 

You tried to keep your voice neutral, and Stephen didn’t like that at all. Have you forgotten about your history together or was this just another facade you’re wearing, because hell, you were always so good at hiding your feelings. 

“Do you know why you are here?” Stephen’s voice deep, baritone voice sent a tremor through you as you took a seat right in front of him.

You noticed the way his pale, blue eyes landed on your left hand, surveying your ring finger to see if you were just being friendly with the whole Ms. thing to save him from any sort of embarrassment. 

“I’m not sure. I submitted my paper, and I double-checked your rubric to see if my paper missed any points regarding the topic. I didn't find anything false in it.”

“You didn’t use the required source as I have asked,” he said simply as he handed the rubric paper to you with bright yellow highlighted on the title of his published paper. 

“I found something false in your work, Doctor. No offense here, but what you did wasn’t really ethical.”

“How so?”

“Most of your medical cases you wrote in your works only offered to those that well—shall we say on the upper echelon, the type of patients that could afford the most cutting edge technology in existence, and well, a world-renowned surgeon. Not a single of your patient was from the middle class nor the lower class, which screwed with the sampling population—“

“This is an Ethics course, Ms.Y/LN. I did not violate anything out of the ordinary.”

“Statistically, speaking, I find your sampling population flawed, which was the reason why I opted to not use your work, and rather, someone else that treated patients from a variety of backgrounds. His number just makes more sense to me”

Strange took off his glasses and placed them on his pile of paper.

“You clearly have a problem with me, Ms.Y/LN.”

“I really don’t know what you mean.”

Stephen exhaled through his nose as he leaned forward, his hands clasped together, and you could see the scars on them. A part of you felt terribly for him–for not being there, but when you haven’t seen each other for so long…what would really say to him.

“You don’t like that I am your professor–”

“You’re also my new graduate advisor as well, which is ironic,” you quickly cut him off.

“Were you still mad about what happened ten years ago?”

You let out an uncomfortable laugh. “Stephen–Doctor Strange. Let’s be professional here. You can’t just make me come here just because I don’t use an unreliable source in my paper. I have a reputation to keep.”

“I am quite aware of your career in the scientific community, Ms.Y/LN. I just don’t understand why you need another Master's degree under your belt when you are quite well known in your field.”

“Bored….self-fulfillment, I supposed. Not everyone holds an MD and 5 PhDs,” you flashed him an almost sarcastic smile.

Stephen sighed as he leaned back against his chair, and muttered “so much for professionalism” under his breath before he watched you. “Do you even think of me when you left me that night without saying a word?”

The question caught you by the surprise of course, especially at his tone. You swallowed hard as met his longing gaze. You wanted to admit that yes, you couldn’t stop thinking about him to this day, but your pride gets the best of you. 

“No. Not when you moved on from me so quickly,” you lied.

Stephen was silent for a long moment.

You sat there, unable to meet his gaze anymore as the deafening silence continued to stretch out. You wanted nothing more than to run away. 

“If there isn’t anything you needed to say about my paper, I would like to leave,” you said promptly as you picked up your bag and stood up. 

As you reached out to grab the doorknob, Strange’s hand found yours and he pulled you back suddenly till you crashed against his body.

Warmness enveloped your sense, filling you with nothing except for the scent of his expensive cologne. His body heat radiated off his larger body like a furnace–as you had always remembered him for.

“Stephen, what are–”

Your words got cut off when he cupped your face in his hands, his rough thumb traced your lower lip almost gently. “Not once did I ever stop thinking about you–about us,” he said softly. His breath smelled of mint. You could almost taste it on your tongue. “If you haven’t run away that night…we could have married you by now.”

You could feel all your walls slowly crumbling down as the distance between the two of you lessened. Every molecule in your body craved him almost frighteningly ached for him.

“I don’t want to the would-have, could-have thing, Stephen…You had all the chance to reconnect with me, but you didn’t.”

“I was busy.”

You laughed again, this time just to hide the pain that was building in your chest. 

“Busy driving Christine Palmer around in your Lamborghini or perhaps busy taking her to a Micheline stars restaurant? There’s a difference, Stephen,” you stepped back and used his desk to support yourself. The air felt suddenly stiff as you continued. “You’re always so unreachable for me, you know that? From the moment we met and talked, you were always so far from me to reach…even now.”

“But I’m here, Y/N,” he said firmly, stepping forward as he grasped your hand and held it over his chest. You could feel how fast his heart was beating. “I’m always right here in the moment with you. It’s just you that didn’t realize it.”

You stared at him for a long moment. You’ve never forgotten how beautiful his eyes were, or how much you could just drown in them. The quietness fell once more as you both locked eyes on each other.

Then all at once, both of you launched at one another, lips locked in a passionate kiss. Your hands were on each other almost hungrily, clawing and pulling at the fabric as if you couldn’t get each other out of your clothes fast enough.

You found yourself hastily pulling off your shirt and then the jeans. Meanwhile, Stephen was practically ripping out his expensive dress shirt, popping the buttons out in the process. If you guessed it, he was probably ripping off his Armani to shred just to get a chance to fuck you again, which in hindsight was quite flattering. 

Stephen pushed all of the contents off his large wooded desk before his mouth found yours once again. Both of his hands held your face in place, tongue twisted and glided against yours, tangling and clashing in a passionate kiss. Slowly, you found yourself being laid down on the hard surface of his desk. 

Slowly, but surely he stood in between your thighs, his larger hand held both of yours, pinning them and holding them above your head. His distinct bulge pressed dangerously close to your aching core as his lips on yours. 

“Stephen,” you said softly almost breathless as he trailed his lips down to kiss along your jawline. He didn’t respond, instead, he kissed his way down the delicate column of your neck, licking it and nibbling at it till you whined out softly.

Still, Strange was relentless in his feast upon your skin as he continued to kiss his way southward till he was at the space between the valley of your breasts.

You looked down to meet his darkened gaze, his mouth captured one of your breasts while he grasped the other with his rough palm, kneading it till your nipple became painfully taut. He suckled on your breast shamelessly, tongue twirled and flicked over the stiff bud. He pressed his teeth down on your nipple almost to the point where you whine out loud before he licked over it to soothe the ache he just caused. Stephen kept doing this over and over again until he was satisfying enough to give your other breast the same attention.

His hot breath fanned softly over your sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to prick your skin. 

“I miss the sound you make,” he said softly, mouth still on your soft mound. 

“I miss the way you touch me, Stephen,” you replied as you wrapped your arms around his head, holding him there as if you were afraid to let go now.

“Then I’ll just make it up to you,” he smirked. His cheeks hollowed on the soft, slow–almost agonizingly slow sucking of your breast. It radiated throughout your body to the point where your head fell back against the hard desk. The wet heat surrounding your sensitive nipple was almost too much, yet not enough. Your pussy spasmed, clenching and unclenched at the aching emptiness, wishing that he would give it the same attention as your mounds.

No words came out of your lips, except for an empty breath. The sensations were too much and too hot. His tongue flickered over the tender tip of your nipple, and the way he slowly drew away from you only made your pussy throb harder. 

You pressed your aching core up to meet him, slickening his abdomen with your pussy juice, trying to sate the need to be filled by his cock.

“I’m going to lose it if you’re not going to fuck me,” you muttered. Perspiration misted your skin. You felt like you were going to burst out of your skin at any moment. Your flesh was so sensitive that it was getting painful.

By the time Stephen pulled back and slid down to stand between your thighs, you were practically shaking with anticipation. Every fiber of your muscles ached and cramp by the sheer force of your self-control.

“I almost forgot what a foul mouth you have,” he said almost smugly as he pressed his thumb against your mouth. You instinctively opened your mouth and began to suck on his fingers almost so lewdly that Stephen had to pull away from you. “Fuck, baby, you can’t just do that and get away with it.”

Stephen grabbed you by the hips and hastily pulled you down till your ass was hanging over the edge of the desk. With your legs draped over his broad shoulders, he sat himself down onto the chair. His fingers slid down till they were stroking at your slick slits.

“Fuck, look at how wet your pussy is, and I barely touch you,” he smirked almost too contently as he parted your folds with his fingers. His thumb flicked at your clit almost too lightly that you reacted with a jolt. “Let's see if you taste the same as before,” he murmured slowly before his mouth descended on your slippery heat.

His tongue slid over your clit easily, and you reacted by lifting your hips up to meet his mouth, seeking more. A low, satisfying noise emitted from his chest. “Still tastes as good as I remember, sweetheart,” he said as he spread your pussy lips apart before plunging his tongue into your tight hole.

“Stephen…please.”

“Hmm, I do miss the sound of you begging me,” he said before he licked and sucked almost lewdly at your folds. “Let me hear you beg me again, baby. Tell me to fuck you with my tongue.”

“P-please…”

Stephen cupped your ass cheeks almost roughly as he feasted upon your drenched pussy. Your hips circled and ground your needy cunt against his face. He reacted by tracing your folds with a slowly, teasing glide against the clenching hole until you whimpered in his arms.

“Stephen…” you pleased with him again, and he didn’t seem to want to hear you. 

Gripping your hips tighter, he began fucking your quaking pussy with rapid thrusts of his tongue. It was the sort of depravity that you shouldn’t be enjoying yet the way he was moaning into your pussy as he was eating you out only made you wetter and hotter for him.

The slick sounds of his mouth against your drenching cunt were almost too much. Your hips churned. Your pulse pounded to your clit. You moaned at the way his tongue felt against your hole. Each shallow penetration threw you closer to the edge. His mouth was heaven and hell wrapped all in one, and the moment he wrapped his mouth around your clit, suckling and licking on it, you found yourself finally pushed over the edge as your orgasm hit you hard.

“Grab onto the desk,” he said roughly as you watched him get up. He started stroking his cock in his hand at a slow tantalizing pace, and you found yourself licking your lips, wondering what it would feel to just suck him off and watch him unravel under you like you just did. 

And as if he could read your mind, Stephen's eyes twinkled as he rubbed the head of his cock against the seam of your folds almost teasingly. 

“You’re thinking about sucking me off, don’t you?” he teased as he pushed the head into your folds briefly before pulling it away. You moaned at the emptiness before you nodded. Stephen smirked as he continued to stroke his cock from root to tip, squeezing the thick, pulsating shaft in his palm as he imagined what it feels like to be buried inside your drenching heat.

You reached up and did as he ordered, holding on to the hard, wooden edge for dear life. Your back arched at an almost impossibly angle, and your bare ass and pussy were out in the open. You could feel your slick rolling down your thigh almost shamelessly. 

Taking himself in his hand, he ran the pink, bulbous head of his cock up and down your folds, coating it with your slick, teasing the opening. With a sharp inhale of breath, he pushed himself forward all the way to the hilt, sliding into your warm and inviting heat with ease.

A low, guttural moan tore from his lips at the unbearable tightness. You exhale his name almost too shakily as he stands there, frozen in place, waiting for you to not clamp around his dick anymore.

“I’m here, baby,” he said hoarsely, slowly sliding himself in and out of you, testing to see if your body was accustomed to the stretch already. 

You were so full and so stretched out that all sanity seemed to slip out. Your body was still clenching around his shaft as he moved slowly. The tightness and the pleasure of milking him were slowly stealing his rationality. He could barely breathe through it. Sweat trickled down his chest and back. His hand trembled from holding on too tight to your hips. His mouth was so dry that every time he swallowed, it felt like fire slithered down his throat.

“Fuck,” he cursed when he felt your walls easing around his shaft a bit. He moved quicker now, easily slipping in and out of you. Stephen would pull himself out before pushing himself all the way again, and he kept doing this until your wall began to flutter around him once more. 

Your knuckles strained, and your nails practically dug into the hardwoods as he relentlessly fucked you right on his desk. A soft cry spilled from your throat almost like a cry of desperation as your legs slowly fell apart. 

Stephen slid his hands underneath your ass and pulled you even closer to him as he continued to pound into you at a relentless pace. It was as if you were being strung up higher and higher, you found yourself unraveled as quickly, falling into pieces, and there was no stopping it.

Your body spasmed and shook beneath him. Your climax was so fierce that you have forgotten where and what you were doing if it wasn’t for the fact that Stephen was still fucking you on the desk so relentless, trying to chase his own release as well.

Stephen groaned with reckless abandon by the way your pussy was clenching on his cock. He was coaxing you to squeeze him and milk him, wanting to come as well. He pounded into you so fiercely that he was the only thing that you could feel at the moment. Before you knew it, he quickly pulled away. Warm, sticky cum spurted onto your stomach as he stroked himself with his shaky hand, milking himself to the last drop onto you.

Then came the dreading silence once more as he stood there, staring at you with almost a tender look in his eyes. You didn’t want to come to this. You knew it was always a messy thing to be involved in an academic institution…it was even worse when he was your professor.

“I…” you started but couldn’t. Instead, you let out another exhale as you slowly got up. Shame and dread filled your heart to the point where you couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said firmly as he handed you a box of tissue. 

You stared at the box for a long moment before taking it. 

“Is Italian ok with you?”

You looked up almost too quickly to find him on his phone scrolling through Google search for restaurants.

“I’m sorry?”

“Dinner. It’s late. I assume you want food.” Stephen answered almost as a matter of factly without even thinking that what he just asked you was beyond the sort of relationship you may have in mind. He quickly added as soon as he realized. “I–if that isn’t what you want, I can also drive you back to your place as well…I’m not going to let you take the shuttle by yourself at this hour if you are planning to protest against my offer.”

“Dinner sounds good,” you said almost sheepishly. He stared at you for a moment before a small smile stretched his lips.

“Great,” he said before he handed you your clothes. “Also…”

“We don’t have to pretend that this is a thing either if you don’t want to,” you added. “You’re pretty famous already, so…I get it if it’s a spur of the moment.”

“I want to…I want to start over.”

Your mouth formed an “O” upon his admission. 

“I was never good with words, and you know that. I’m different now–or at least I think I am. I think if you do give us a second chance, we can truly make it work.”

You stared at him for a long moment before you nodded. “No, you’re right. You’re absolutely right…Hmm, I suppose I have to drop your class now that you want us to be official…Student and teacher relationship is against the rule.”

“Fuck the rule,” he smiled as he stepped forward, pressing his lips against your forehead. “But if you insist, I can recommend you to another class since the add/drop deadline passed already.”

“Hmm, that would be appreciated,” you smiled lazily as you hopped off the desk and started to put your jeans back on.

“And, Y/N?”

“Hm?” you looked up.

“Thank you for giving us another chance.”

A/N: this smut was borned purely out of my spite to read/write for my graduate classes. Also, the idea of being fucked on professor Strange’s desk just sounds really fucking good. Anyway, ILY and I hope you liked this one. It’s such an indulgent piece for me. If this is not relateable to you, please do treat it like a /oc fanfic 🥺💛

[bitchysoulwasteland]

Doctor Stephen Strange x Reader

Warnings; slight angst, alcohol abuse.

Summary: you and Stephen had been together before the crash. He then went to the Karmar Taj, leaving you behind. You moved on. Or did you?

You and Stephen had been married for a few years when the ‘accident’ happened. Then, he pretty much disappeared for best part of a year after several arguments over things that neither of you could actually remember, and he was gone, like a feather on the wind.

Did he regret it? Of course he did. He’d left the love of his life behind because he was too damn egotistical to ask for help.

Did you regret it? Yes. You regretted every argument you both had and every word you didn’t say to him and every bad word you did.

But, you couldn’t dwell on the disappearance of your husband. Instead, you went back to England, got a flat and tried to disassociate yourself with America in general. You continued your career as an actress and began working for the BBC, doing some shows for ITV and a film for Paramount.

You had been back in England for four years when you landed the role of The Doctor on Doctor Who, a favourite show of yours growing up. You were absolutely ecstatic and filming had been completed for the first series with you in it within six months.

But now, you had to say goodbye to the role as you had just filmed the regeneration scene. Little did you know that this would be Stephen’s motivation to find you.

Since you had left without any note whatsoever, Stephen had assumed that you had died or never wanted to see him again, but that all changed when he saw that episode…

Peter sat in the Avengers common room in the tower watching Doctor Who on BBC America. It was the airing of the final episode of the season and the regeneration of The Doctor. It was the end of the episode and The Doctor (you) was in the middle of a monologue when Stephen walked into the room, seeing you on the screen and hearing your voice for the first time in years.

“Time’s up for me, isn’t it, girl?” You said to the TARDIS. “We’ve had fun, huh? Cybermen, Daleks… Just promise me one thing. Whoever the next Doctor is, keep ‘em in check, don’t let the next one do anything stupid… And one last, very important thing…” the doctor turned to the camera, “run fast, have fun, be brave enough to make a change and…” she looked directly into the camera, “Don’t forget about me.”

You gave a sad smile before regeneration began, lasted a few moments, and ended, the next doctor now onscreen.

Peter and the other Avengers were holding back tears as the credits rolled.

“I don’t want another Doctor.” Peter muttered as Stephen left the room, tears falling.

That’s when Stephen began searching. He googled your name before realising that you were still using ‘Strange’ as your last name. He called anyone he could think of, and when he was ready to give up, he phoned your sister, who gave him your address.

Eventually, he found you. He created a portal and appeared in front of the beach house you were living in on the shoreline of Lincolnshire. He walked up to the front door and knocked, half waiting for a maid or a butler to answer.

Inside the house, you sat, a wine glass in hand, the bottle nearly empty, silence filling the room. You had found that the only way you could take your mind off of Stephen was with immeasurable amounts of red wine and vodka. The house was an absolute state, since you hadn’t bothered to hoover in the last three weeks, you hadn’t polished the wooden drawers or the tv unit and about the only thing you had done was the washing up, but even that had to get to the point where you had nothing clean to eat or drink from. Shoes littered the hallway, everything from stilettos to your favourite white converse.

“Two minutes!” You yelled.

Begrudgingly, you stood up and began quickly throwing your shoes in your bedroom and putting the wine bottle and glass in the kitchen. You made yourself look vaguely presentable before you answered the door.

Your eyes widened when you saw Stephen standing in front of you, a cape on his shoulders. It took everything you had not to slam the door and start crying. Instead, you steeled your nerves and squared your shoulders. “Stephen, what’re you doing here?” Your resolve broke nearly as quickly as you had created it. You leaned against the wall and looked at him with tired eyes.

“I saw your show. Doctor Who, the last episode…”

“Did you like it?”

“Yeah, I did...”

“You didn’t answer my question, Stephen.” You said, letting him in before you both went into the kitchen.

“Honestly? I thought you wanted nothing to do with me after what happened. I thought you’d just… cast me aside. I mean, come on, what self respecting twenty four year old would want to be with someone who’s both fifteen years older than them and was utterly useless?”

You put your hands on his chest before sliding one up into his hair. “Me. That’s who. You shouldn’t have assumed that, Stephen. When I married you, I said I’d be here for you whatever happened. So, guess what?”

“What?” Stephen smirked, knowing exactly where this was going.

“You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not.”

“You really mean that, don’t you?”

“Yeah. And besides I think I may have an alcohol problem.” You say, not meeting his eyes for the last part of it.

From then, you and Stephen were together again and were both hell bent on making up for lost time.