#doctor strange fic

[ironstrange1991]

His Medicine

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Stephen has a nightmare and when he wakes up he seeks comfort in your arms.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: SMUT: Possessive sex, oral sex with male and female receiving, deep throat, fingering, unprotected p n v sex, hair pulling, creampie, cum eating, slight male domination. A bit of angst if you dig too much.

A/N: I was missing writing the good and classic smut with og Stephen so here it is. Hope you guys enjoy it and have a good reading. - Any typos or grammar mistakes you see in this, pretend you didn't ;)

You woke up to the movement of Stephen tossing and turning next to you in bed. Your first impression was that he was irritated at not being able to sleep, after all you knew that Stephen had been struggling with insomnia since the accident. Before, he used to sleep really well, according to him.

You closed your eyes again to try to go back to sleep, but he continued tossing and turning in bed so, sighing, you turned on the lamp to finally look at him. It was then that you noticed that he was sleeping, but his body was sweaty under the blanket and he seemed to be struggling against something invisible. You had never seen Stephen have nightmares like that and for a second you wondered if you should wake him up, but before you could make the decision he sat up abruptly on the bed gasping for air and running his hands over his face.

"Stephen..." You sat next to him, touching his shoulder lightly so as not to scare him.

He held your hand tightly and sighed heavily.

"Are you okay? You were having a nightmare."

He nodded. "I haven't had one of these in a long time." He confessed, his voice shaking a bit. "Christ, it was like being there again."

You put your arm around his shoulders and to your surprise, he laid his head on your shoulder seeking comfort. Stephen was extremely affectionate with you, but it was always the other way around, it was always you looking for comfort in him. The change was welcome, but not in that circumstance.

 Automatically your hand searched for his hair and you started stroking it.

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

His arms wrapped around your waist and he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

"The accident. It's always the accident. I thought I had left it behind me, but it still haunts me in my sleep."

You held him in your arms as if that way you could protect him from all the evil that had affected him or that could still affect him. You just wanted to keep him safe there within your reach.

"It was an extremely traumatic experience and you dealt with it alone. Maybe you should consider seeking help..."

He shook his head "I don't need therapy. I already have everything I need."

He said lifting his head and searching for your lips.

You kissed him softly, but disagreed, "I can't save you from the ghosts of your past, Stephen, as much as I want to help you, I don't know how."

He sighed, running a hand over his face again. "They're just dreams. What harm can they do?"

You shook your head. You had been together for almost two years and you were still surprised by how headstrong and stubborn Stephen was. "Disrupting what little decent sleep you have is already something to worry about." You pointed out. "You've barely been sleeping lately, always worried about everyone except yourself. Someone needs to take care of you while you're taking care of everyone else, don't you think? Being ill you don't help anyone, sweetheart."

Stephen sighed and you took that as a sign that he agreed with you, at least a little.

"You're stealing my pet name." He said, changing the subject in a not-so-subtle way. "I gave it to you."

You smirked running your fingers through his hair absentmindedly. "You gave it to me and I can use it however I want. It's extremely cute if you ask me and it suits you. Especially when you're clinging to me like a koala because you had a bad dream."

Stephen hummed knowing full well that you were teasing him but he didn't give in, he continued cuddling with you, it was as if he couldn't bear the thought of moving away from you for even a second.

"Promise me you'll see a doctor." You pressed and he groaned knowing full well that you wouldn't give up on the subject so easily. "Stephen..."

"I know every neurologist and psychiatrist in New York, I can't see any of them."

"Well then go to Europe, use your amazing ability to open portals for something that benefits you for a change."

He pulled away enough to look at you. "I love you." He muttered.

You cupped his cheek "I love you too, Stephen, but sometimes you're as stubborn as a mule and it makes me really angry."

He chuckled "I'm sorry."

He caressed your face and placed his trembling hand on the back of your neck and pulled you in for a hard kiss. The intensity surprised you, but you let yourself be pushed gently against the mattress as Stephen positioned himself on top of you, his knees making room for him to settle between your legs.

When your head hit the pillow, he took your lips again while with one hand he held yours on the side of your head and the other he slowly moved between your legs. You moaned involuntarily when his fingers touched over your pajama shorts, tracing circles there, teasing you as he grinded himself into your thigh.

"You're the only one who can give me what I need to make me feel better and you know it." He confessed in your ear and then licked your ear making your body shiver. "I love you so much, sweetheart, you are my medicine."

You couldn't help but giggle, but then a loud moan escaped your lips as his fingers pulled your shorts to the side and began to play with your folds.

"We can't fix everything with sex." You tried to rationalize with him, but you could feel reason quickly giving way to desire in your brain.

"No, but I'm not talking about sex, I'm talking about the way you make me feel when I'm in your arms, when you stroke my hair or massage my hands. I'm talking about love. Your love is my medicine and it’s all I need."

You felt your heart flutter in your chest hearing those words, but at the same time your hips started to move against his hand as if it had a life of its own. It was very difficult for you to separate sex from love with Stephen. Before him the line was thick and visible, but with him it simply disappeared. The two things seemed to complement each other so well.

"Stephen...make love to me." You asked, giving in to your desire and abandoning reason once and for all.

He bit your lower lip lightly before taking your mouth in another hungry kiss. "I thought sex didn't solve things..." He teased you with a smirk while grinding his erection into you.

"You just said it's not about sex..." You tried to say, but shook your head, changing your mind when he stuck two fingers inside you. "Fuck...need you."

Stephen buried his face in your neck, stifling his giggle, but his fingers curled inside you with precision to reach your g spot and he moved them quickly. You held his face in your hands making him look at you. "I love you... oh yes... I love your fingers even more."

He kissed you again giggling and knelt between your legs.

"I think there's something you love even more." He teased, "But first..." He snapped his fingers and your pajamas disappeared with a glimpse of orange light. "Open wide for me..." He licked his lips dramatically which made you laugh softly. You loved that about Stephen. You loved how he could make you feel so good and at ease with him. Even though you had been together for so long, it never stopped enchanting you.

"Or maybe a combination of the two." He announced before diving between your legs and entering you again with his fingers. Your hand grabbed the pillow and the other grabbed his hair and you allowed yourself a loud moan, not giving a damn if Wong would hear you or not. In fact, it had been a long time since you stopped caring about Wong's presence at the Sanctum and perhaps because of that he almost never spent the night there.

Stephen hummed contently, delighting between your folds, taking turns licking them with the tip of his tongue and sucking your clit while his fingers moved nimbly to stimulate your g spot.

He was so good, perfect, surgical when it came to giving you pleasure and as much as you knew that that night he was using sex to escape the current problem, you couldn't resist, you always fell into the same trap.

But it wasn't just to distract you from the subject that he used sex, but also to distract himself from all the problems and fears that afflicted him. He wasn't kidding when he said you were his medicine, and you might even feel flattered by that if it weren't worrying. The man never allowed himself to feel. Always trying to be in control of everything, especially his own emotions and there was nothing Stephen controlled better than sex. He had simply mastered that art so well that he was able to make you forget your own name with just a touch of his fingers.

"Steph... gonna make me cum..." You murmured, giving in to the delicious pleasure between your legs, but keeping your eyes wide open to look at him and see him eating you. There was nothing more mesmerizing than Stephen going down on you because you knew he took pleasure in it and he was so lost in his need for you that he started rubbing his erection on the mattress while eating you and that vision, Stephen so lost in his pleasure , that's what made you finally get there, moaning his name loudly and creaming his fingers.

He emerged from between your legs with a proud smile on his lips and you ran your hands over his face to clean him of all his fluids and pulled him to your lips, delighting in the taste of your cunt in his tongue.

"You're not going to be able to change my mind about you needing to see a therapist. Not even after such a wonderful oral." You warned and he smirked.

"I guess we can talk about this later." He said, running his lips on your neck and placing little kisses on your skin and finally nibbling on your earlobe.

"Later when?" You rasped.

He grabbed one of your hands and brought it to his cock, slipping it inside his pants. "After you take care of this."

You grabbed his cock and started pumping him up and down. "But this is a full time occupation. It really seems like you're always like this." You said pulling him to your lips.

He groaned when you tightened your grip on his cock. “Is this a complaint?”

"Never." You said gently pushing him to the side and straddling him. He let himself be moved easily and you ran your lips down his neck, making a point of leaving a clearly visible hickey just below his chin, your nails went down his chest, scratching him lightly as you took one nipple and then the other in your mouth, circling your tongue on the sensitive skin and feeling him pulse beneath you.

"Sweetheart... please..." His voice was so beautiful when he begged.

"Please what?" You teased, running your lips down his belly, giving small bites.

"Fuck me... with your mouth. Please."

You lifted your head to look at him and couldn't keep the cocky smile from your lips. Your hands grabbed both sides of his sweatpants.

"Since you're asking so nicely."

He lifted his hips, letting you take off his pants and you were treated to his beautiful, hard cock. It's no exaggeration to say that your mouth always watered at that sight.

You held him upright by the base and licked him from the base to the tip, finishing with a suck on the tip that made him see stars. His legs shook and he moaned outrageously loud.

"Oh yes... please take it in your mouth sweetheart, give this delicious mouth to me."

You smiled mischievously, taking your hands up to your hair to tie it into a bun tied with your own hair and Stephen grabbed his cock by the base, gesturing with the other hand for you to take it. You let him lead, opening your mouth for him to put his dick in and letting him thrust all the way in.

"Fuck yeah!" He praised taking his cock completely out of your mouth, saliva dripping down your chin. You took the opportunity to swallow some. "Open for me really big" He ordered and you did as he asked letting him go deep again and gagging around him which made him moan even louder. He loved that.

Stephen loved seeing you gagging on him because it inflated his ego, he knew very well that he had a huge cock, but he liked seeing you suffering to take it all in, it made him hard as a rock and when you cried, when he saw tears streaming down your face he loved it even more. You were sure he could cum from just that.

"Gonna let you take me however you want now." He said taking his hand away which was quickly replaced by yours. "Just keep making me feel good" He asked and you took the lead pumping his cock and sucking him in perfect synchronization. The wet noise his dick made moving in and out of your mouth filled the room.

"So good... fuck sweetheart it feels so good."

He grabbed your hair and without holding back he began to push your head so that you took him entirely. Stephen never gave up control completely and he was obsessed with deep throat, he was only satisfied when your nose was against his pelvis and his cock was deep you’re your throat.

"Taking me so good. Always taking me so good, sweet..." He moaned loudly and his cock pulsed hard in your throat making you gag.

"Wanna cum in your throat, please let me cum in your throat..."

You hummed positively and relaxing your head and throat, breathing through your nose and letting go of the control completely, letting him use your head to get off.

He thrusted up a few more times and then held you tight against him and began to cum down your throat. "Oh yeah... fucking take it, love. Oh yeah... fuck... take all of it... take all of my cum."

When he finally let go of your head and you took him out of your mouth you were gasping for air. Your face was soaked with tears and your chin was dripping with saliva, some still clinging to a thread connecting your mouth and the head of his cock that was soft, but not completely flaccid.

"You always take me so good. Always accepting what I give you. Such a sweetheart indeed." He patronized.

You wiped the spit off your chin with your hand and moved to straddle him.

"Yeah? Now you're gonna fuck me with the same harshness that you fucked my mouth and you are going to make me cum again. Hard."

"And isn't it always hard when I make you cum? Always writhing and moaning my name, thanking the gods that is me fucking you so good." He teased grabbing his cock and giving a couple of jerks before entering you.

You moaned loudly, letting yourself sink into his cock and started riding him fast and hard, placing your hands on his chest for balance.

"Yes... oh yes I love to have you inside me. Feels so big... you always fuck me so good... such a good lover, Steph..."

You leaned your head back and placed both hands on his thighs, moving your legs forward and allowing the new position to give him a better view of where you joined.

Stephen placed a hand on your clit, circling it and stimulating it deliciously, increasing your pleasure, which made you moan so loud that anyone in that house could hear it.

"Just like that, sweetheart. Give it to me."

You kept moving fast on top of him, letting your body move instinctively in search of your release, but Stephen had other plans. Quickly, he moved you under him, getting lost between your legs again, sucking your clit and licking your dripping folds before patting your leg and ordering, "Turn around and lift that ass for me."

You did as he ordered, but not satisfied he slapped your ass cheek and ordered again. "Higher." He gave another slap and when he was satisfied with your position he entered you again, fucking you with surprising ferocity. That was one of the things you loved about Stephen, you never knew what sex with him would be like. Sometimes it was soft and other times it was like that. Hard and delicious.

Stephen was so big that his body covered your entire body, his weight made it impossible for you to move and when he fucked you like that you were completely at his mercy and that was fucking hot. You loved being dominated by him, you loved knowing that your man had complete control over you.

"Fuck yes Stephen... take me, use me, I'm yours. Fuck me harder. Show me I am yours and no one else's. Prove to me that you own me… my owner."

Stephen groaned at your words, grabbing the headboard and increasing the strength of his thrusts as the bed creaked beneath you.

"Gonna make me cum, Stephen, uh? Want me to cum? Tell me, wanna hear you saying it."

He grabbed your hair with one hand and started using it as a rein, pulling you against his thrusts, which became increasingly irregular and strong.

"Gonna cum for me, sweetheart. Wanna see you fucking cum in my cock, come on, give it to me, cream my dick."

You moaned loudly feeling the knot threatening to break in your stomach.

"Yes Stephen...please."

"Come on, love. Let go for me. Cum... Cum on my dick."

And so you did. You came hard feeling your whole body shaking with the force of your release and your legs gave way making you fall face first into the pillows.

"There you go. Such a sweetheart doing as you're told." He groaned the words as he continued thrusting.

"Now you're going to let me use this pussy to get off. What do you think, uh? Letting me using you like this. I know you love it."

You groaned positively, but your groans were muffled by the pillow.

"What is that, uh? Can't hear you, love."

"Use me..." You tried to say, but your voice came out hoarse, but it was enough for him to hear.

He kept thrusting hard into you searching his own high.

"Want me to use you, sweetheart? That's what I am doing and you feel so good. So fucking amazing. Pussy feels so warm and wet and delicious, gonna cum so fucking hard inside you, fill you with my milk, it’s that what do you want?"

"Y-yes, please." You begged and he moaned loudly, placing his hand on the headboard to increase the strength of his thrusts.

"Yeah? Want my milk inside this warm little hole? Then tell me, ask for it."

"Please Stephen, cum in me, cum inside me, want your cum so badly, please."

Stephen groaned loudly and gave two more hard thrusts and then began to cum. He kept thrusting, pushing his cum inside you until he was finished.

"Oh fuck, fucking take it." He groaned in your ear and finally rolled onto his side, his breathing ragged and rapid.

You buried your face in the pillow trying to compose yourself, but a fit of laughter invaded you.

Stephen wrapped his arms around you and began tickling your hips giggling with you.

"Okay, okay, please... I can't..." You begged, gasping for air from laughing so hard. He let go of you and you rolled to the side finally looking at him. The worry, the fear that you saw on his face had disappeared and in its place was the most beautiful smile in the world.

"You’re feeling better." It wasn't a question, but an observation.

He nodded confidently "I told you. You're like medicine to me."

You smiled, dragging yourself closer to him and he wrapped you in his arms letting you lay your head on his shoulder. "You get different sometimes when you're horny."

He let out a small laugh.

"I'm serious. You get a bit rough. I like it."

He cupped your cheek making you look at him and kissed you softly. "It must be because I love you so much. You do these things to me."

You smiled feeling your heart flutter in your chest again. "I love you too, more than anything."

"More than chocolate?" He joked and you grimaced.

"Not that much."

He giggled, squeezing you against his chest and the two of you were silent for a minute. It was you who broke the silence first, determined to return to the subject he was avoiding.

"Promise me you'll seek professional help to deal with these nightmares." You insisted.

He sighed heavily. "You know what they say about therapy. You start it for a reason and the next thing you know you're digging up all the dead bodies on your floor."

You knew exactly what he was talking about and what he was afraid of, part of you always knew it was much more than the accident. You just didn't know how to broach the subject with him. It was something so deeply hidden within him that he didn't even want to talk about it, but you knew this was the moment.

"I know you're afraid to deal with your feelings about your sister, Stephen, but these nightmares are your unconscious telling you that you need closure."

"I'm not afraid..." He said, staring at the ceiling. "I just don't think it's beneficial to go over things that happened so many years ago. I'd rather forget."

You rolled your lips. "But you can't forget, that's the truth. No matter how hard you try, it's all in there and you're just trying to distract yourself from the pain. It was like that with medicine and then at Kamar Taj and now with me..."

"Is not the same thing." He interrupted you. "Medicine was a way to prove to myself that I could be more. Kamar Taj was my salvation when I had lost all hope. You... you are the love of my life. I'm not with you to get distract from my problems, I'm with you because you gave meaning to my life, you made me happy."

You nodded, stroking his chest absently.

"But I'll do it if it's what you want."

"It's not for me that you have to do this, but for you, Stephen. You need to think about yourself sometimes."

He chuckled dryly "I've been called a narcissist, you know? Arrogant. Prepotent. It was when I stopped thinking about myself that I became a better person, they say."

"Fuck them. This is not true." You cupped his face making him look at you. "You've always been a good person, you've always done good even when you did it for selfish reasons. Now I'm asking you to dedicate some of your time to yourself. Please."

He smiles reassuringly at you. "Okay. Consider it done."

You allowed yourself a relieved sigh.

"I liked the 'you're my owner' thing. A little possessive, but I liked it." He teased, changing the subject again and again without any subtlety.

You smirked "We talk and do unimaginable things when we're horny."

"Yeah? I like making you horny, I love seeing how you transform at my touch. It's fascinating to me and I never get tired of it."

You pulled him to your lips and kissed him lingerly, pulling a hum from his throat.

"No man has ever made me feel the way you do. I love everything about you, Stephen."

He rested his forehead on yours and smiled proudly.

"And I love everything about you, my sweet… sweet... sweet... sweetheart." He said separating the words with kisses.

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A helping touch

Word count: 3k

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Female Reader

Trope: Explicit Smut, Age gap (18+ Warning, Minors DNI)

A/N: I hope you like this little idea that came to mind. Thank you for helping me with ideas @strangelockd and gif credit goes to @thelostsmiles

Summary: You are intrigued by the new arrival at Kamar Taj. He has a scruffy appearance, but you offer to help him out when you find out why.

You were one of the youngest people at Kamar Taj since you were in your early twenties, but you had quickly adapted to the environment. You had officially been enrolled there for just over two months. It all started when you lost your job. You didn’t have a single person to help you, so you had gone to Kamar Taj since there was nowhere else for you to go. All you had wanted was a little bit of help, but you ended up staying at Kamar Taj, learning the mystic arts.

Your time at Kamar Taj had pretty much flown by. You weren’t one to start drama or crave attention. You just liked to keep to yourself, getting all your training done. But that quickly changed when you had a new arrival at Kamar Taj. His name was Stephen Strange.

He was rather scruffy when you first saw him with his unkempt hair, but you still couldn’t help it when you stared at him. For a moment you had wondered if he was homeless and that he had visited Kamar Taj for a helping hand – just like you had done earlier. But it didn’t take you long to figure out that the story was completely different. You found out more about him after you introduced yourself to him one day, asking him why he was at Kamar Taj.

Stephen was nice to you. He had confessed to you that he had lost his job and his home after getting into a terrible car accident that damaged his hands. The accident was so bad that they had to put eleven stainless steel pins in his hands – not to mention all the nerve damage he had.

You had been beyond surprised when he told you that. That was news to you since he usually kept his hands covered up with a white cloth. You could only just barely see the faintest of scars on the tips of his fingers. You had also discovered that the accident was why Stephen looked all scruffy. Thanks to his hands being all damaged and hurt, he couldn’t really shave his beard or cut his hair since his hands shook so much.

The story shocked you. But part of you was glad that he felt comfortable sharing his past with you…

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It was later that day that you decided to help Stephen out. He looked like he needed it and you just felt so bad for him. You were also certain that you had a little crush on him already.

Leaving your room that evening in nothing but your pyjamas, you moved to Stephen’s own room, making sure to walk as quietly as possible. You didn’t want to wake the masters up.

You knocked on the door, waiting a few seconds before you pushed it open. You found yourself blushing wildly when you saw Stephen standing before his mirror. All he had on were his shorts. He was doing his best to shave his beard.

“Sorry,” you said quickly when Stephen turned to look at you. “I’ll just go.”

“No,” Stephen said softly. “It’s okay. Come in.”

“Hi,” you said, voice all timid.

“Hey. What are you doing here?”

“I just wanted to come and help you out with your hair and your beard. I actually used to be a hairdresser before coming to Kamar Taj.”

Stephen smiled at you. “I’d like that very much, actually. If you’re sure you wanna do it, that is.”

“I am.” You shut the door behind you, moving closer to Stephen. Your eyes lowered and they landed on his hands, gasping when you saw how scarred they truly were. But it didn’t scare you. No. You just thought his hands looked so unique. “Do you have a chair so that you can sit down?”

Stephen nodded, grabbing a chair that had been sitting in front of his desk. He got it settled in front of the mirror, taking a seat.

You grabbed a pair of scissors that had been sitting on a small shelf by the mirror, but before you got to work, you wanted to know if Stephen was okay with what you were about to do.

“Do you trust me?” you asked softly.

Stephen nodded. “I do.”

Grabbing the towel that had been hanging on one of Stephen’s shoulders, you wrapped it around him. Your fingers pulled at his hair, running your digits through his locks before you began to cut the length off. Thick strands hit the floor as you cut here and there, doing your best to keep everything even. It didn’t take you long to get his hair down to a length you thought he’d be happy with. Exchanging the scissors for a brush, you carefully ran the brush through his hair, not stopping until the grey streaks in his hair were carefully tucked behind his ears. You swept back most of his hair so that it was to one side, finishing off the look so that it curled a little at the top, just above his forehead.

“Do you like it?” you asked nervously.

You watched him send you a smile, his eyes on your reflection in the mirror. “I love it.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Do you still want me to do your beard?”

“Yes, please.”

“Hm, is there another chair I can sit in to do it? Might make it a bit easier.”

“Oh, no, sorry. There’s just this one chair.”

“Oh.”

Stephen said nothing for a long while. For a second you wondered if he had regretted choosing you to do his hair. But then he spoke up.

“You can sit on my lap,” Stephen offered. “If that’ll work.”

You felt your cheeks go red at the suggestion. But it did sound enticing. “Are you sure?”

“Of course. Only if you want to...”

“I don’t mind.” With that, you grabbed the electric razor from the dressing table – the one Stephen had been trying to use earlier. Then you moved in front of him, parting your legs and getting on his lap so that you could straddle him. After getting settled in Stephen’s lap, you looked down at him. “How do you want me to shave your beard? Do you want to be clean-shaven? Or something else?”

Stephen smiled at you. “I was thinking maybe a goatee would suit me.”

You smiled back at him, giving him a nod. Then you turned the razor on, the sound of the buzzing hitting your ears. Tilting your head, you began to get to work on his beard. There was a lot to get rid of. You moved the razor carefully along his skin, keeping Stephen’s vision in mind. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw Stephen close his eyes as you shaved off his beard.

To get a better angle, you shifted slightly. But that meant you were rocking your hips against him softly, and you suddenly felt Stephen’s hands grab your hips tight as he gasped.

But you kept moving, not stopping until the only facial hair Stephen had was his goatee. Turning off the razor, you moved to the side slightly so that Stephen could see his reflection properly.

“Well, what do you think?” you asked.

Stephen reached up, rubbing his fingers against his chin. “You did a really good job.”

“Thank you.” Leaning over, you sat the razor down, still sitting there in Stephen’s lap. You looked down at Stephen, taking in his face. You couldn’t believe how different he looked. He had gone from scruffy to… handsome. Really handsome. You’re gorgeous, you thought the words in your head.

“You are too, sweetheart,” Stephen mumbled.

Your eyes widened. You didn’t realise you had said it out loud. “Wait… Did I say that out loud?”

Stephen chuckled. “You did.”

But then you realised what Stephen had said. He had said that you were gorgeous. “Did you mean what you said? When… When you said that I was gorgeous?”

“I did mean it.”

It was quiet for a long moment – until Stephen slowly closed the gap to kiss you. Your cheeks felt hot as you felt his lips on yours, not quite sure how to react at first. All you could feel was shock. Finally, you were just about to kiss him back, and then you felt Stephen pull away.

“I’m sorry,” Stephen said, eyebrows furrowed. “I’m—"

But you cut him off and gave him a kiss right back. You moaned softly, feeling Stephen’s tongue push into your mouth, his big hands on your hips. You began to move your hips against him, forcing a groan from Stephen’s lips. You kissed long and hard, only for you to gasp when you felt Stephen’s hard length right up against you.

“I’m sorry,” Stephen mumbled when you noticed.

But he had nothing to be sorry for. You went back to kissing him, grinding your hips against him again. You were getting wet, your need for Stephen growing by the second.

“I want you to fuck me so bad,” you whispered into Stephen’s ear.

Stephen shifted so that he could look at you properly. “Are you sure? You know I’m older than you.”

“I’m definitely sure. Plus… I’ve always liked older men, anyway,” you said, voice light and teasing. You looked at Stephen carefully, seeing him blush at your words. So adorable, you thought.

“Fair enough,” he told you with a small laugh.

Soon his lips were back on you, and you hurriedly kissed him back. Your hands moved down to his shorts and Stephen sat up a little so that you could pull them down just enough for his cock to spring free. You couldn’t help but gasp when you got a look at him.

“Do you like what you see?” he wondered, a smirk on his face.

All you did was kiss him in response, and he kissed you right back. But you had to get up. Just for a second. Only so that you could pull down your pyjama shorts, letting them hit the floor. It didn’t take you long to get back on Stephen’s lap, kissing him again. The kiss lasted a good few minutes before Stephen pulled away from you.

“You gotta be quiet,” he instructed you.

You nodded. “I will be.”

Stephen nodded and you put your hands on his shoulders, lifting yourself up just that little bit so that the head of his cock could line up with your entrance. Then you slowly moved down onto him, the both of you moaning at the same time as you took him inside of you. You both moaned together and when you had every inch of him inside of you, you pressed your face into his neck. Slowly, you ground your hips against his, with Stephen’s big hands holding you tight.

You slowly rode Stephen, doing your best to stay quiet. Stephen was being quiet too as you lifted yourself up and then you brought yourself back down. You both moved together in unison, and you just loved the feeling of Stephen’s thick cock stretching you out.

But you couldn’t help but moan when you felt the tip of Stephen’s cock hit that sensitive spot deep inside of you. The sound was long and loud, your lips parted as you just let the noise out.

“Shh,” Stephen said.

You sent him a quick nod. You did your best to stay quiet, but it was just so hard.

“You feel so good,” Stephen said with a groan, his words low. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

You kept moving along his cock. Up and down, up and down. Stephen’s thick cock felt like heaven buried deep inside of you. The tip kept hitting that sweet spot, your eyes half opened as you rode his cock.

“Look at you,” Stephen said with gritted teeth. “You look so beautiful taking my cock. Mm, you look so pretty for me. All mine…”

“Oh, Stephen,” you let out, moving along Stephen’s cock faster. You needed to pick up the pace, letting his cock fill you up again and again. You could feel him throbbing inside of you and that just made it feel all the more better.

“I love how you say my name,” he grunted. “You sound so gorgeous saying my name like that. And fuck, you take my cock so well. So, so good. You feel perfect. I can’t get enough of this pussy.”

His words spurred you on and you found yourself just riding his cock faster, letting him stretch you out and fill you up. Squeezing his shoulders tight, you bounced on his cock wildly, your hands moving to his back as you scratched at him. Pure pleasure was taking over your body as you moved up and down, up and down. Even your toes started to curl as your pussy grew wetter, coating Stephen’s cock in your sweet juices. Stephen kept groaning underneath you as you rode him, clearly loving how you were working your pussy along his cock.

“Stephen, please,” you whined out.

“I know, sweetheart. I know it feels good. This little pussy feels so good wrapped around me,” he grunted. “Feels like it was made for me. I just wanna make you feel good. And I’m gonna make you feel even better now.”

Stephen suddenly reached down and grabbed your ass. Holding you tight, he began to pound into you from underneath. You cried out, the noise shrill and loud as he gave you every inch of his cock. You could feel his heavy balls slapping against you as he made you his.

“Stephen!” you cried out. “Mm, Stephen! Yes, yes, yes!”

“That’s it, gorgeous. Say my name. Scream it out. Look at your face. Look at how pretty you look taking my cock. My sweet, pretty girl.”

“Mm, Stephen, yes!”

Snapping your eyes open, you pressed your forehead to Stephen’s, staring right into his dark eyes as he fucked you. Your lips were pouted, mouth wide open as Stephen took you. He kept fucking you, kept giving you every single inch of his cock. Your pussy felt so wet as he slid in and out of you.

Stephen gave you a wink suddenly, and that was when he seemed to use every last bit of energy he had to take you. You gasped, feeling him thrust in and out of you wildly, his thick cock buried deep inside of you. It was the best thing you had ever felt. Nothing had ever come close to the pure, filthy pleasure that Stephen was giving you.

“Stephen, Stephen, Stephen,” you chanted. Your voice was laced with lust.

“Fuck, you feel so good. I can’t believe how good you feel, baby.”

He fucked you and took you, your pussy turning his thick cock all wet and sticky the more your pleasure grew. Moving your shaking hands, you grabbed at Stephen’s hair, yanking at his locks. Stephen seemed to like that as he groaned in response, his thick length literally twitching inside of you.

“I love how you feel,” Stephen grunted. “You have the tightest, little pussy. You feel so good wrapped around my cock. I love it. I love how you feel so much.”

You stayed put, right there on Stephen’s length as he kept fucking you from underneath. His cock slid into you so easily, his tip hitting that spot again and again. You knew he was going to make you cum soon. You could just feel it. The pleasure increased by the second, your heart racing as he thrusted into you at the perfect angle.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you told him with a whisper. “Oh, Stephen!”

Stephen seemed to take that as a challenge, because before you knew it, his fingers were digging into your ass tighter as he took you, fucking you so fast and hard that you could barely believe it. He hit that spot. That sensitive spot. He hit it over and over, until your eyes shut tightly and your ears started to ring, and then it was it for you.

A second later, your orgasm took over. You couldn’t be quiet. You just couldn’t. You came right then and there, squeezing at Stephen’s cock. You were trembling from top to bottom as Stephen groaned deeply. You guessed that he could feel you clenching around him, his cock throbbing wildly as he pounded into you deep and hard, giving you all of his cock until he lost it.

He grunted, shooting his thick load right into you. “Oh, fuck. I’m cumming. I’m cumming for you, beautiful girl.” Stephen held you right up against him, holding you nice and tight. He kissed you softly. “You were amazing. So amazing, my beautiful girl.”

You couldn’t say anything. You just stayed there, the both of you trying to get your breathing back on track. But soon Stephen stood up, keeping you in his arms. You let out a whine when his cock slipped out of you. Stephen got you settled on the chair, pulling up his shorts.

“I’ll be back in a second,” he told you.

And he was. With a washcloth in hand, Stephen gently cleaned you up before tossing the material to the floor. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“I am,” you said, voice low. You were so tired.

He smiled down at you. “I should ask you to cut my hair again if this is what happens after. Also, that was a total of five out of five star hair cut right there. Great service.”

Chuckling softly, you slowly moved off the chair and put your shorts back on. “Well, I better get back to my room. I don’t want us to get caught together.”

“Okay, sweetheart.”

He leaned in close, giving you a slow kiss. You hummed against his lips, kissing him softly before making your way to his door.

“I’ll see you around,” Stephen offered, his voice warm.

You gave him a bright, satisfied smile. “Definitely.” With that, you made a quick and sneaky exit back to your bedroom, that same smile on your face. 

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Kinktober 2023 - Day 3

Thigh Riding with Doctor Stephen Strange

"Relief"

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Summary: After teasing you all day, Stephen finally gives you a chance to get some relief.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - edging, teasing, dry humping, light dom/sub, dirty talk, swearing, pet names.

You could tell from the smirk on his face that he knew full well what he was doing. That he knew that he had been riling you up all day. Torturing you all for his own enjoyment.

It started when he woke you up. He was cuddled up behind you, kissing and biting at your neck as he let his hands wander under the shirt you slept in. Dragging his fingers up and down your side. Letting them catch on the band of your panties each time he passed by it, creating a tension as to when or if he would start pulling them off. 

Once he had you well enough awake for you to start touching back, when he had gotten you needing him to put out the fire he had started, he excused himself to go get dressed. Saying he needed to get to Kamar-Taj for training. His sudden shift in mood left you sputtering. If he had to leave, what was the point in getting you all worked up?! 

By the afternoon, you knew what his point was. His point was to drive you mad. He could be the world's worst tease, and clearly, today, he was enjoying his game way too much.

Little teasing touches, then kisses at your neck, and the low groan he gave when he wrapped his arms around you from behind. Only for him to pull away when he felt your hips rock back and try to press your ass into his crotch. Walking around you into the library where he nonchalantly pulled a couple of books off of the shelves and proceeded to one of the tables on the other side of the room. Casually plopping down as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile, you were practically ready to tear off your clothes in sheer frustration. 

You tried not to give into him. Into his little game. You really did try to just focus on other things. Things other than him, his lips, and his fingers. His muscular form and his perfect cock. Things other than how badly you wanted him to take you to bed and ravage you. To finish what he had started that morning. 

You tried to focus on other things. Really, you did. Even going through the random drawers of pens in the kitchen, the library, and now you were on to the one in Stephen's study. Checking a crap load of pens to see which ones worked and which didn't, it seemed to be the least possibly sexual thing you could find. 

It was working well, too. Until you went into Stephen's study. He was sitting on the loveseat against the wall, flipping through some spell book seemingly paying only part of his attention to the text. You knew you were in trouble when you looked over to see him spread his legs wider,  taking up as much space as he could. Knowing that he had you right where he wanted you. A cheeky smirk appeared on his lips, and with one finger, he gestured for you to come over to where he was.

You followed his instruction, slowly walking over to the loveseat. Trying to hold in your needy whines and protests that he wasn't paying attention to you after getting you all riled up this morning. You knew he wanted to make you beg, but you were feeling a bit stubborn today, too. As payback. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of it right away. 

So, instead of sitting in his lap, where he clearly assumed you'd perch yourself, you sat down right next to him. Sliding as close as you could while still holding your own space. Turning to face him and letting one arm lean on the plush upholstery, keeping your spine straight.

"Did you want something, Stephen?"

You batted your eyelashes, trying to feign innocence and pretend you had been completely oblivious to his torture all day.

"I think the better question is… do you want something sweetest?"

You tried to chuckle nonchalantly, but it came out more little the sound of a sputtering engine. Despite your damnedest efforts at seeming unfazed, those blue eyes and that cocky lopsided grin were getting the best of you. God, why did he have to look so sexy all the time?!

You couldn't give in just yet, though. You had to put up at least a little bit of a fight before succumbing to his game. So you stretched up and suddenly reached across his lap for the table on the other side of him. There, you began rearranging knick knacks and miscellaneous books. All the while, you were stretched on all fours across his lap, a perfectly tempting and teasing position. Of course, you made your back arch just a little bit extra and used any chance you could to wiggle your ass.

"Oh, I'm just working on some cleaning and organizing, Stephen. I seem to have some extra energy, pent-up, I guess you could say, from something that was left unfinished this morning. I'm sure you have no idea about that, though. Do you, Stephen?"

As you sat back up, you brought your face teasingly close to his. Oh yeah, two could play this game. Pulling away just as it seemed you were going to lean in for a kiss, taking Stephen somewhat by surprise. He thought for sure you would easily crack to his pressure, but it seemed that he would need to take things up a notch. 

Once you had comfortably sat back on your heels, he set his book off to the side and studied you for a moment. He knew what he wanted to do next, but he needed to catch you by surprise for it to work. 

He waited for you to take a long exhale and momentarily relax your attention. Choosing to strike suddenly. Reaching out and pulling one leg over to straddle his muscular thigh. In the process, your balance got thrown off, and you found yourself bracing both hands in his chest. Your eyes wide and your mouth gaped open at his actions. 

A shit eating grin now plastered on his face as he looked up at you. Stephen could be the most cheeky bastard sometimes. Without saying anything else, he let his hands drift from your thighs to your hips. His grip on you tightened as he pushed your weight down onto him. 

"Well, my darling, I know a way that you could relieve yourself of that pent-up energy." 

At that moment, he contracted his quadricep muscles and made his thigh grind against your sex. Even just that quick touch, that little bit of attention from Stephen, sending electricity firing through your body and your blood rushing back to your needy cunt. 

"Don't you dare lie, and tell me that didn't feel good, sweetheart. I can practically feel your sweet little pussy starting to throb. Know you need it. So take it. Get yourself off baby. I can even still keep reading while you grind on me until you're satisfied. I have nowhere else to be." 

You dropped your head into Stephen's shoulder and groaned in frustration. You so wanted to do what he wanted, but you hated that he knew how bad you wanted it. He chuckled and leaned his lips down to your ear, giving you a soft kiss there. 

"Do you know just how much the thought of you using me for your own pleasure turns me on? Why else do you think I would tease you all day? Now come on, sweetheart, give me what I want. Pretty please?"

You just couldn't resist him and his charms any longer than you already had. Stephen didn't pull the 'pretty please' card very often. It had you wondering if maybe he's had this little fantasy for a while. 

You smiled at him in your own mischievous way as you lowered your body completely to sit on his thigh. The feeling of him beneath you was jump starting your arousal again. You sighed at the feeling of his muscular thigh clenching against your over sensitive sex.

Slowly starting to roll your hips against him. Watching his smirk grow when you let out a little whimper. Stephen kept his hands settled on your waist, helping you start a steady rhythm. Denying your kisses and starting to tease you with his words as he could see you start to chase the sensations he had been denying you all day.

"There that feels good, doesn't it, sweetheart? I can tell it does. I can feel that pretty pussy dripping onto my thigh already. Can tell you are gonna cum so quick, huh? See all that teasing will be worth it when you cum nice and hard." 

At this point, your eyes were squeezed shut, and all you could do was nod at his statements. He was right. You were going to cum hard and you were going to cum fast after he had spent the entire day winding you up. 

Your nails gripped into Stephen's shoulders so hard they would leave marks. Little whimpers fell from your lips every time you rocked forward and your clit rubbed against his strong quadricep. To Stephen you looked like a sinful angel riding his thigh with such abandon. 

"Oh God, Stephen. I'm so close, baby."

Stephen started bouncing his leg in time to your grinding. Adding yet another new sensation and working to leave an even larger stain from your slick on the pants of his robes. He was quite looking forward to wearing your mark all day. A filthy secret only he knew. 

"That's it, baby. Keep rubbing that clit on me. Cum for me, pretty girl. Cum all over my thigh like the good girl I know you are. Be a good girl, cum for me. Cum for me."

All it took was his command to bring you to your climax. Your hips jerking and your hole squeezing around nothing as you collapsed into Stephen. Shamelessly rutting on his leg to ride out every last little wave of pleasure. A high-pitched broken moan accompanying your spasms. 

Your breathing now ragged as you started to come down. The comforting feeling of Stephen's fingers stroking up and down your spine as he peppered kisses on your forehead and your hairline slowly bringing you back to reality. You stayed like this until your mind fully came back to the present. 

Finally, you decided to give Stephen the thing he really wanted. To tell him he was right. That this had been worth all the waiting and teasing. 

"Even though I know you already know this… you were right." 

You could feel the cocky smile on his face without even seeing it. When it came to granting you pleasure and relief, it seemed Stephen always knew best, and he always got what he wanted. 

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Necklace | Stephen Strange 18+

a/n: me next, steph.

warnings: choking, fingering

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Stephen’s conscious thoughts were suddenly reckless when he saw you saunter your way through the halls and enter your shared bedroom. Peering up from the book in his hand, one leg crossed lazily over the other, he eyed you with sultry eyes. The sleep shorts you wore, were the cheekiest pair you owned. He saw so much of your flesh exposed and he salivated at the thought of running his chilling hands across your warm skin. 

The curve of your back drove him crazy as you bent forward, a snippet of red-hot lace peeping out to say hello. Shifting around on the bed, he chewed at the inside of his cheek. 

“Oh, the things you do to me, Darling.” Stephen speaks his delicious thoughts aloud, eager to get his hands on you.

With your back turned to him, a smirk inched across your face at your beloved's erotic countenance. The light furrowing of his eyebrows, the way he reaches up to push his finger through his hair, you glimmer at the thought of him growing harder by the second. Knowing that you had a watching audience, you ensured to shake your hips gently, your bottom bouncing from the movement that nearly sent Stephen into a whirlwind frenzy. 

“It’s all yours for the taking, my love.” You returned his words with your own thoughts. Within seconds, a gasp flooded from your lips when you felt his body press against yours. You both stood in front of the dresser, your chest pressed against it as Stephen snaked his hands around your hips. 

“Is that so, Honey?” Stephen whispered into your ear, catching his own reflection. He saw the way his irises dilated, exposing his true desires. You steadied your breathing as you felt his hand press flat to your abdomen. He pulled you flush against his center and you were greeted by the brushing of his clothed member against your cheeks. 

Stephen caught your earlobe in between his teeth, causing the hairs to stand up on the back of your neck. His hand slid beneath the waistband of your shorts and he teased the red lace, a wicked grin plastering his face. He was mischievous for a reason. Stephen started to leave love bites on your neck, your head falling back to his shoulders. Suddenly, in a whim, he spun you around to face him.

His eyes looked between your orbs and lips, his tongue jutting out to wet his mouth. “You look mighty delectable this evening. A vision in red,” He said in a sultry tone that had you quaking instantaneously, excitement coursing your veins at the knowledge he saw your red lace. Swapping sides with you, he started to push you backward until the backs of your thighs collided with the pillowy surface of the mattress. 

You saw the veins in his hand bulge as he extended his fingers, giving them a teasing wiggle. He knew what you wanted; he saw the look develop in your eyes. “Please,” You whispered. Stephen glanced between you and his large palm, stifling a laugh. 

“Please what, Darling?” He asked of you.

Gulping, your eyes shifted to his hand. 

“Wordless is not an answer. Use your voice.” He demanded. You squeezed your eyes shut, knowing the game he wanted to play tonight. 

“Choke me,” You announced through a hushed whisper, but loud enough for your lover to hear. “Please,” 

Stephen was amused. “Listen to you. You want my hand around your throat like a pretty little slut. Is that right?” 

Nodding, you bit your lip. “Yes Sir, please,” You muttered. 

Stephen gave in to your heady want. First, he pulled the thin shorts away from your legs to expose you to the air. Kissing you tenderly, he finally wrapped his hand around your throat. Giving you a good squeeze, the blood rushed to your head as you experienced a wave unlike anything else. Consistently changing his pressure, but ensuring you were able to breathe, Stephen used his free hand to tease the area in between your thighs. 

You squeaked when he stroked his thumb against your clit, pushing the red lace to the side. “We have to keep that on you, Sweetheart. It drives me wild.” He grinned wickedly. Plunging two fingers into your dripping slit, you heaved for air as your back arched into him. Stephen eyed you cautiously, watching the way your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you ground your hips into his waiting hand. 

“You look so pretty with my hands around your throat. Who’s my good girl?” He said, feeling the friction of your hips moving into his palm. 

“Me!” You sputter, gasping. 

“The prettiest necklace you’ll ever wear is my right hand, Darling.” He told you, kissing you fervently. You groaned and whined as you fought to kiss him back, feeling your stomach begin to twist into a familiar knot.

White-hot flashes of pleasure coursed through your veins as Stephen released your throat. You gasped for air as he pounded his long and dexterous fingers into your aching core over and over again, hearing as you moaned loudly into the air. Once you silenced your cries, Stephen looked down at you, noticing the way you bit your lip to remain quiet. 

“Did I say you could stop?” Stephen asked suddenly. “If you resort to silence, you’re not being pleasured. You’ve got to let me know how good I make you feel, Baby. If you’re quiet, you’ll be punished. I need to hear you.” 

With that, your echoed screams began as Stephen pinned you to the mattress, pressing the weight of his body to yours. He was railing you with his hands alone before he shimmied down and threw your legs over his shoulders. Burying his face in between your glistening heat, it wasn’t long before his tongue was penetrating and lapping up every ounce of sweetness you delivered to his tongue, your hands fisting the bedsheets beside you as you cried his name out in a sex-filled symphony. 

And that was just the start of the night.

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A Step Forward

Prompt/Request: A takes B's hand to help them down steps/wall, and doesn't let go

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Gn!Reader

Requested By: Anonymous (this is a leftover Valentines Request lol)

Words: 617; super short I know, but at least I managed to write something lol

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After everyone had disappeared from the sanctum grounds for the evening, you and Stephen walked side by side through the training area.

"This group seems promising" you noted as you thought back on the group you had been helping him train.

Stephen hummed "Yes, but they still have a long way to go."

"You say that every time"

"That's because it's true every time" he said as he smiled at you.

"You said that about me too, and then I helped save the world, and your life two weeks later."

He rolled his eyes but laughed "You are a rare exception." he added, his tone a bit softer, making your heart thump.

You smiled as you headed up onto a platform "A rare exception? That's a rare compliment from thee Stephen Strange."

Stephen watched as you picked up a training dummy and set it aside, his eyes gazed over you fondly.

"Why do you think I now allow you to teach alongside me? You're one of the best here."

You smiled down at him "And here I thought it was because you and Wong bicker when you train it together"

Stephen smiled, "That too"

Walking over to the ledge of the platform, you prepared to jump down but Stephen stepped forward and reached out his hand for you to take.

You were caught off guard by the action, but brushed away the warmth in your chest as you placed your hand in his. Leaping down he kept you steady as you laded on the pavement below.

Stephen continued to walk and you expected his hand to slip from yours, but instead, he only entertwined his fingers with yours as he walked along side you.

You looked down at your intertwined hands before looking back at him. His face was turned away from you, as he seemed to avoid your gaze, and instead eyed some training targets.

Your stomach flipped as you repressed a smile, noting how warm your face felt.

You and Stephen had been dancing around your obvious feelings for one another for what seemed like ages. You both knew how you felt, but you were both hesitant to start anything. Your lives were dangerous, was it worth the risk?

But now, as his hand gripped yours it seemed as though he had made that decision for the both of you.

As you headed back towards the sanctum, you allowed yourself to softly squeeze his hand. A subtle way of telling him you wanted it too. You saw his smile widen a bit from the corner of your eye as he squeezed your hand in return.

Heading into the Sanctum, he did not remove his hand from yours, even as others walked past, obviously noticing. You saw the looks on their faceas as they smiled as they passed. Most of them thinking it was about time something happened with you two.

Finally stopping, Stephen turned towards you and looked down at your hands before he cleared his throat softly. He gently caressed your hand with his thumb before he met your eyes, a soft smile ghosting his lips.

"Would you like to go get dinner?"

Stephen was still uncertain of how to word his feelings, uncertain of how to tell you just how much he wanted to be with you. but the fact that you allowed him this gentle form of affection told him you knew he was trying.

You nodded with a smile "Yes."

He smiled in return as you both continued down the sanctum halls, hands still linked, as you walked a bit closer than before. It may not be perfect yet, but it was a step forward, and a promising one at that.

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Stephen Strange x Stark!Witch!Reader

summary: Stephen and YN—world famous Avengers (but kinda retired)—are picking up their kids from school. That’s it. That’s the summary.

word count: 1.9k

warnings: nothing, pure fluff, a bit of married bickering

author's note: These GIFs have me in a chokehold ever since seeing them for the first time. For timeline’s sake, there wasn’t a blip and no, I didn’t forget about it while writing and was too lazy to rewrite it leave me alone o.o

"Yes, Tony, we're coming. I told Pepper two weeks ago when I got her invitation," YN spoke while holding the newest (futuristic) Stark phone in hand and left the subway station. The odd stares from every single person around her were something she had become accustomed to years ago, but more like a decade. The earplugs canceled their hushed, but not hushed at all, whispers at least. "I wanted to make sure you didn't forget it—or that douchebag talked you out of it." Eye rolling, YN typed a quick text as she listened to her brother. Even after ten years of dating and six of them married, Tony still had to annoy the hell out of Stephen. "I want to see my nephews and my niece, and Morgan would love some company that can keep up with her mentally." She knew what he meant. Morgan was exceptionally bright—it was in their blood, after all—and her own children had gotten the full dose of Stark and Strange intelligence. The quartet was as close as friends could get.

She sighed softly. "Did you already talk to Midtown?" But she knew the answer to that. "You know Pepper doesn't want her to feel out of place between all the older students, so we're waiting, I guess. It's probably the best anyway." Humming, YN rounded the block corner to reach her kids' school. "I suppose it is. But you can take a deep breath now because we're coming over the weekend. But please, don't annoy my husband, would you? Try to be a decent adult for at least 48 hours. Think about it as a pre-birthday present for your most loved sister." Smiling, YN waved to one of the already waiting moms as she approached the private school's gate and laughed as she heard Tony's groan. "That's an even harder task than fighting Thanos, but yes, okay. I will try, but only if he tries as well! Gotta go, evil spawn, my girls are coming home. Don"t forget to bring the good wine!" And with that, the older Stark ended the call and left YN with a soft shake of her head.

The earplugs disappeared in her bag just as the tunes of today's end echoed over the courtyard and the first students came rushing out of the building. YN pushed her sunglasses up to place them on her head, and her smile morphed into a grin as the mop of dark curls of her youngest appeared between all the other kids. As soon as she saw her mom, the girl grinned as bright as the sun above them and hurried over the court to get to her. "MOM!" Laughing, YN caught her with open arms and pressed the five-year-old tightly against her. "Hello, sunshine," she greeted the small girl, bent down, and peppered kisses all over her head. It had been Stephen who had picked the kids up in the last couple of days because even though the couple was retired from their lives as world's mightiest heroes, sometimes the world still needed them. "Did you fight the bad people?" Ophelia was always eager to know everything about her mom's superhero duties, and YN always obliged every order to tell every single story.

They never needed books full of bedtime stories.

Pushing the soft curls behind her small ears, YN grinned. "Sure thing, munchkin. Just as easy as eating that ice cream I bought this morning and which is waiting for a special girl and her very special rainbow spoon." Ophelia started to clap while jumping on the spot. "Can I have some instead of lunch? Please, Mommy!" This kid knew what she had to do in order to soften her mother's heart, and YN nodded without thinking. "But first, I wanna see those math homework done, deal?" She had to pretend at least as if she wasn't as soft as she certainly was for her children.

Tough superhero, my ass, she thought with a smile and raised a hand to wave to her two eldest children as they finally appeared at the front door. The seven-year-old twins—Vincent and Peter—let their eyes wander, and just as they settled on top of their mother and sister, a familiar body appeared next to her.

"Right on time, I see," Stephen grinned down on his two girls, and Ophelia screeched before jumping into her father's arms. "I thought Mom would be the only one picking us up!" One could barely understand her words because her voice climbed higher and higher at the excitement she felt in her small body. The sorcerer grinned even wider. "Well, then, my surprise most definitely worked out. Hello, sunshine." He kissed her small cheeks before setting her back on the ground and opening his arms for the twins. Only Peter jumped into them, but Vincent pressed himself against his side.

His hand softly carded through his unruly mop of hair while moving Peter softly to find the perfect position. "Didn't you say something about being away for the next week?" Vincent always was the more straightforward of the twins. Peter was just happy to have his father back sooner than he thought.

Stephen hummed while walking them both the short distance over to his wife and their mother. "That's right, but I finished a lot faster than anticipated," was all he told them before reaching his wife with the knowing look in her mesmerizing eyes. "More like you threw them insult after insult in their poor faces and just vanished through one of your portals, love," she returned and waited until Peter was put back onto the ground to hug her boys. "What do we do when we see Mom after an awful lot of time, boys?" The twins blinked up to her, crystal blue eyes shining brightly and soft grins tucked at their lips. "Hello, Mom!" They both spoke in unison, and YN laughed softly before bending down and pressing loving kisses on their heads. "Hello to you too. School was okay? No bullies treating you wrongly anymore?"

YN really hoped that her talk to the headmaster was something that helped the situation instead of making it worse.

"He isn't at the school anymore. Best birthday present ever, Mom, thank you!"

Grinning with that hint of mischievousness she had to herself, the mother nodded, satisfied. "Very well, then. You guys take your sister between you, and we can head home as soon as I greet your dad." And with that, the former Stark pulled Stephen to her and enveloped his broad shoulders into a tight embrace, and took the feeling of his lips against hers in after he had bent his head. Her fingers softly carded through his dark hair while her other thumb caressed his jawline, and a soft sigh escaped her at the feeling of his skin against hers.

Even though they had known each other for so long and had been in a relationship for a decade, she felt as thrilled as she had been during their first shared kiss. YN didn’t believe that this would change anytime soon—or ever.

“Are you alright?” Stephen asked in a husky whisper, lips still touching, while his eyes opened and scanned her face for any visible marks or scratches. YN smiled up to him, gently bumping the tip of her nose against his. She may be an Avenger, and a powerful one at that, but Stephen always worried about her—but well, she worried about him just as much. “I am,” she nodded, but her barely palpable flinch as the pad of his thumb made contact with the skin stretching over her left cheekbone gave her away. Her husband’s brows furrowed tremendously, and his eyes stared at the spot, now discovering the deception his wife had created with makeup. “I didn’t want to worry the kids,” YN whispered at the sight of realization in his eyes, and Stephen nodded. “Of course. But don’t you dare think I will let you get away with this. As soon as they are nose deep in their books, I will demand a look on it, wife.” Grinning, the woman nodded. “Of course, husband,” she replied, pressing their lips together another time before turning to their beautiful children, who occupied themselves with hopscotching over the drawn numbers.

Vincent and Peter had their eyes settled on their younger sister like hawks, ready to jump to her aid whenever she stumbled. Ophelia sang happily to the rhythm of her small jumps, curls bouncing around her pretty face.

Smiling, YN let Stephen pull her into his side, arm around her shoulders and lips pressing on the top of her head. “We really have the most incredible children,” the father mumbled, still in awe of how his life had turned after the accident. And this strong, wonderful, and compassionate woman in his arm had gifted him the most precious gift life had to offer: undying love and the happiness of fatherhood.

“Don’t let Tony hear that,” she grinned softly, eyes still trained on her two sons and daughter. But then she looked up at her loving husband, who felt her gaze and looked down at her, one brow softly cocked. “Just in case you forgot about it, but they await us this weekend.” His eyes widened suddenly, and a groan left him, head falling back. “Why? Didn’t we agree on once a year in our prenup?” She hit his chest with a flat hand. “Really funny, especially because we both know very well that we never had one of these. Remember? You told me something about marrying out of pure love and utter devotion and that contracts belong to cooperations? That you weren’t another business deal I sign?” She grinned up to him, and Stephen groaned again. “I see now the advantages of said prenup. I could’ve put the once-a-year rule in it,” the sorcerer returned with a playful nudge to her chin with his finger. “That’s why we’re going. The kids could use some nature, and Lia misses Morgan. So…” Stephen cocked a brow. “Don’t you dare and say the thing you want to say right now.”

But YN said it anyway. “You’ll behave, even if my brother tries to get on your nerves,” the woman decided, but the Strange couldn’t keep it at that. “So, he can behave like a spoiled child, insult me countless times, and I have to sit it out?”

“Yes.”

“That’s unfair.”

“It’s called being an adult and how one shows that they’re upon such childish behavior.”

The verbal slugfest was quick, and the kids turned to their arguing parents. “What’s going on? Are Mommy and Daddy fighting?” Ophelia asked wide-eyed, but the boys only changed a look before Vince answered his sister. “Mom is the boss, Lia,” he grinned, and the youngest Strange giggled.

Stephen sighed again. “You win,” he gritted, but his wife only grinned wider. “What a surprise,” she teased him because, frankly, it wasn’t. She always won—Stephen would never admit it, but he couldn’t deny his wife a single request, even if it meant enduring his annoying brother-in-law for an entire weekend. He rolled his eyes lovingly before taking YN’s hand in his, lacing their fingers together, and turning to their children.

“Are we ready?”

All three of them nodded excitedly because they knew what their father would do in just a second. Shortly, the man let go of his wife to open a sparkling portal right into the foyer of the Sanctum Sanctorum, where Uncle Wong already stood, waiting. He crouched to hug the lot after the three kids had jumped over the golden threshold of the portal while Stephen held again onto his wife’s hand and led her into their shared home.

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[classickook]

in the afterglow | defender strange

pairing: defender strange x fem!reader

summary: when the sanctum’s seals malfunction, coating your home in a blanket of white, stephen offers an unexpected remedy to heat you back up.

warnings: smut (18+), kissing, cockwarming, p in v sex, creampie, swearing, stephen is a bit of a soft!dom here

word count: 2.9k

a/n: there's basically no plot to this so enjoy the smut, besties! i’ll probably go back and edit later lol

your morning did not start off well.

apparently one of the seals to the rotunda of gateways had malfunctioned—how? you had no idea—and of course it had to be the very door that lead to siberia where a blistering storm of sharp ice crystals and blizzarding flakes charged their way into the sanctum and swept across every surface.

stephen had checked the series of doors as soon as he (literally) caught wind of the slip-up and recast the seals, ensuring they were done correctly, but it was too late. the sanctum was a winter wonderland in the middle of summer and there was no way to speed along the melting process as there was far too much snow and ice that coated the furniture, walls, and floorboards. 

stephen requested wong’s assistance to cast every spell known to the mystic arts in an attempt to return the sanctum back to normal, but it appeared there was only so much magic could do.

you would have to wait, the normal way, for the ice to melt. 

what was the point of magic if it couldn’t solve all of your problems?

after hours upon hours of useless attempts, stephen had finally relieved wong of his duties and encouraged him to return to kamar-taj until the sanctum’s seals were firmly restored and the ice had melted. as sorcerer supreme, stephen shouldered the responsibility of monitoring the sanctum in the meantime. he had offered the same option to you, suggesting that the warmth and comfort of kamar-taj would be far more pleasant than the frosty tundra of the sanctum, but you insisted on staying with him. 

stephen allowed you to stay, though he worried about you being too cold or possibly developing hypothermia the longer you were exposed to such icy temperatures. you had teased that you were lucky to be dating a doctor, but he didn’t seem to find the joke very amusing when it was at the expense of your health and safety.

he chose for the two of you to spend the remainder of the day in your shared bedroom, the sorcerer anxiously flitting about and making adjustments to ensure it would be as comfortable as possible, given the circumstances. 

a scarred hand waved over the fireplace until the wooden logs sparked to life, igniting a warm glow throughout the room that fought its way past the arctic environment. he also conjured up a bowl of steaming soup and mug of hot liquid that smelled faintly of hot chocolate for you in an effort to at least warm up your belly. you smiled at the gesture and at the way he fretted over your well-being. 

doctor stephen strange, master of the mystic arts, sorcerer supreme, and member of the defenders was a total sweetheart.

even after downing both the soup and hot chocolate, it still wasn’t enough to heat you up completely, the after effects only lasting so long. 

“still cold?” stephen asked from his armchair. he had positioned it in front of the fireplace along with the sofa you were currently lying on, but it wasn’t quite enough.

you nodded in answer to his question, noticeably shivering despite the oversized blanket draped over your shoulders. 

he pouted in thought before an idea popped into his head. “let me warm you up then,” he said with a conspiratorial grin as he stretched out his arms and beckoned you toward him. “come here, sweet girl.”

you tightened the blanket around your figure as you stood from the sofa and crept your way across the cold floorboards until you reached stephen’s chair. you shivered again as you waited for him to instruct you on what to do next. “well?” you asked, teeth chattering audibly.

“come here,” he repeated, spreading his legs to you and then patting his lap expectantly.

you arched a brow but did as he said, moving closer until you stood between his legs. you balanced your hands on his shoulders as you positioned your thighs on either side of him, easing down onto his lap while his scarred hands guided you with gentle touches against the backs of your thighs. his head tilted back to watch you, his cerulean eyes intense and unwavering. once you settled onto him, stephen then wrapped your blanket over the two of you, forming a sort of cocoon of warmth and safety around you as your body hunched into his.

he experimentally rocked his hips up into you and you released a shaky breath as you felt the hardening bulge between his thighs brush against your clothed slit.

“that’s my good girl,” he murmurmed. “do you trust me?” 

you nodded, the top of your head just barely visible from where you were nestled beneath the blanket. 

“good,” stephen said with an affectionate laugh as he began to untie the strings of your sweatpants, “i’ll warm you right up.”

“how are you going to do that?”

his lips twitched at the corners. “i might have an idea. lift your hips for me, baby.”

you did as he instructed, rising just enough for him to slide your sweatpants and panties down in one swift motion. your cunt clenched as the cold air nipped at your skin, feeling wholly exposed and even colder than before. “how is this going to warm me up?” you whined.

“patience,” he said before pushing down his own pants, his cock springing free from the confines of his underwear, until the two of you were bare at the waists. his hands spread your legs open as he pulled you onto him, a sharp hiss pushing past your clenched teeth at feeling his hardened cock nudging at your entrance. “trust me,” he coaxed gently. stephen then thumbed at your clit, his fingers surprisingly warm as he played with you, loosening your muscles against the frostiness of the air. “feel okay?”

you bit your lip and nodded silently, relaxing your abdominals as you felt him slide past your walls and stretch you open. the ministrations of his fingers against your clit must have done the trick because he easily slid inside you without any trouble or discomfort. he was always so fucking good with his fingers; he could turn you into a puddle of goo within seconds, it seemed.

“mmm,” you hummed as your eyes fluttered closed, basking in the warmth that started to unfurl in your lower belly. “feels really good, stephen.”

“good,” he said, obviously pleased from the way the skin beneath his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled at you. he gently grasped your chin between his thumb and index finger, beckoning you down to meet his awaiting lips. he pressed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling back with a frown. “your lips are freezing, baby.”

“warm them up then, doctor,” you said teasingly, referring back to his earlier statement.

he playfully nipped at your chin before slotting his mouth against yours, his lips surprisingly soft and warm despite the sanctum’s frigid temperatures. his tongue slipped past the seam of your lips and delved inside, licking into your mouth and eliciting a delicious heat to spread throughout your body. 

“how are you so warm?” you murmured against his mouth, tightening your grip on him and bringing your body as close to him as humanly possible. 

“i might have used a few spells to help,” he said with a mischievous grin. “anything i can do to warm you up.” he adjusted his hold on you, coaxing your limbs to wrap around him. “just think of me as your personal heater.”

you hummed as you tucked your hands beneath his shirt to soak up his body heat.

in turn, stephen’s hands crept beneath your sweater to make contact with the soft skin of your back, the rough calluses and scars scratching lightly, though not painfully, as he rubbed circles along your back in an effort to spread more warmth into your frigid form. you felt a twinge of heat radiating off of his palms, far warmer than what would be considered normal, especially given the circumstances, so you assumed he was using some sort of heating spell. maybe magic was good for something, after all.

your cunt stretched around him and you basked in the feeling of his cock filling you up, stuffing you completely until your walls quivered and squeezed him further inside, locking him into place. you had never been this intimate with him before. sure, the two of you have had sex numerous times, but this was something entirely different; instead of fucking each other to completion, you moved soft and slow, barely doing anything, actually.

stephen groaned as you subconsciously clenched around him. “you feel so fucking good, baby.”

“so do you.”

he breathed out a laugh, rubbing your hips and then pinching you there lightly.

you peered up at him from where you were tucked into his side, admiring the mole on the column of his throat and the sharp angle of his jaw on display thanks to his ponytail. you certainly liked the style, especially tugging on it playfully (or not so playfully), but you would always prefer his hair loose. decidedly, you reached up to release his ponytail, the salt and pepper hair you loved so much falling to his shoulders like glistening silk, and then secured the hair tie around your wrist. 

he chuckled at your antics, the sound of it shooting down your spine. “better?”

you nodded into the crook of his neck, smiling to yourself as his hair brushed against your cheek. 

you basked in the comfort that he offered you, feeling warm with him buried inside you and wrapped around you—up until he shifted his hips without warning, that is. you rolled your hips in retaliation, but moaned at the sensation, wanting to rock against him even further until all you could feel was him.

he tsked softly. “hold still, baby.” 

“stephen, i can’t—”

“yes, you can,” he cooed in your ear. “my baby can do anything, can’t she?” his teeth left blossoms of purple and pink along the underside of your jaw as he nipped and sucked at your skin. “my sweet girl,” he rasped. 

“please, stephen.”

“please what, baby? not warm enough yet?” 

you shook your head against his shoulder. 

“use your words,” he chided you. “what do you want, sweet girl?”

“want you to warm me up,” you mumbled. 

“and how would you like me to do that?”

you chewed at your bottom lip. “i want you to make me cum.” your cheeks flamed at being so openly vocal about what you wanted him to do to you. you weren’t used to it, but stephen would always want to hear you say it, nonetheless. 

“what was that?” he asked cheekily. you knew he heard you the first time, smug bastard. 

“make me cum, stephen.”

“good girl,” he said proudly, then lifted your hips off of him until he was almost completely out of you before guiding you back down, rolling his cock into your wet heat in lazy strokes. you moaned as he moved you to rock against his lap, doing all the work while repetitively pulling you up and down, his hips lifting to meet you, sinking further into your cunt each time.  

this wasn’t fucking, you realized in your blissed-out state; stephen was making love to you, taking time to worship your body, achingly slow and sweet. you couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your face. 

“what is it?” stephen asked, speaking past the deep groan rising in his throat at feeling you so tight and warm around him. 

“nothing,” you breathed.

“tell me, baby.”

you bit your lip. “you’re making love to me,” you admitted sheepishly. 

stephen’s hips paused, his cock twitching inside of you. “i always make love to you.”

you shook your head. “this is different. i can’t explain it, but it feels different.”

“good different?” he asked with an almost nervous edge to his voice. 

you hummed in agreement. “a very good different,” you confirmed, leaning forward to press your lips against his. “i love you, stephen.”

you felt him smile into the kiss. “i love you, too, sweet girl,” he replied, and it tasted like honey on your tongue. 

your hips stuttered as if paying no mind to the heart-to-heart you were having with stephen. his grip on you tightened in response. “please make me cum, stephen,” you repeated against his lips. 

the corner of his mouth pulled up into a smirk. “gladly.” he continued his ministrations, hands gripping your hipbones as he shifted his hips up into yours. 

your mouth opened in silent pleasure, loving every second of what he was doing to you, feeling your orgasm quickly approaching as he gradually sped up the pace. “stephen—”

“that’s it,” he cooed. “that’s a good girl. cum on my cock, baby. show me just how good i’m making you feel.”

a low moan bubbled its way up your throat at his words and the way he was moving inside you, his cock kissing your cervix as he breached the spongy tissue that always made you see stars. 

with one final stroke, a flash of white suddenly clouded your vision as heat rushed from the roots of your hair to the tips of your toes. “fuck, stephen,” you whined pathetically and tugged on his hair in an effort to ground yourself. 

your orgasm didn’t rip through you like a vicious current as it usually did when the two of you had sex, this time, it felt like the steady climb up a hill, creeping its way up to the top until it surpassed the peak and glided back down in sweet relief. 

stephen quickly followed right after, a deep groan pushing past his lips and the vibration of it rumbled against your chest as you felt your combined arousal leak out of your cunt from where he was stuffing you full, cum dripping from between your legs onto the chair beneath you. 

the sound of stuttered panting and the squelching of your joined bodies filled the otherwise silent room. “god, y/n,” he choked out, “you’re so fucking perfect. look at that,” he said, tipping your chin down to glance at where the two of you were connected and how his cum pooled between the cradle of your thighs. 

heat crept up your neck and into your cheeks at the obscenity of it, but your cunt clenched once your brain caught up and processed what you were looking at. 

obviously, stephen felt that. “fuck,” he hissed as you clenched around him again. his cock had already started to soften inside of you as the two of you settled in the afterglow of your orgasms, but you still felt so full of him, like he was touching every inch of you, and your body ached for him to move again; your brain, however, wasn’t quite up to it. 

your eyelashes fluttered against the tops of your cheeks as your vision grew foggy in your blissed-out state. “sorry,” you said sheepishly, ducking your head beneath his chin. 

he chuckled into your hair. “don’t apologize, baby. just give me a few minutes.”

you quietly giggled into the crook of his neck as you relaxed into him, releasing a sigh of contented relief. “i don’t think i can go again. ‘m too sleepy.” your eyes fluttered closed as drowsiness settled over you. 

“yeah? you tired?” the deep baritone of his voice brushed against the shell of your ear. 

you silently nodded, lovingly rubbing your cheek against the scruff of his beard. 

“ready to go to bed, then?”

your head shook back and forth this time. “don’t wanna leave you,” you mumbled as you lazily clung onto his neck with your remaining energy. you felt completely relaxed and drained, ready to be coaxed to sleep but not wanting to be separated from him. 

stephen chuckled before standing from his chair, arms tucked under your bare ass as he coaxed your legs to wrap around him, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs, his cock still buried deep inside you, eliciting a sleepy whine to escape your lips.

“it’s okay, i’ve got you.” he somehow managed to walk the two of you over to the bed, flicking his fingers in a quick motion that pulled the sheets and blankets down, the soft material looking so inviting to your spent form.

he sat on the edge of the bed with you still attached to his lap. you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck and sighed sleepily. “i have to clean you up, baby,” he whispered in your ear.

you barely managed to hum in response, but he took it as a sign to continue. he gently pulled out of you, eliciting a hiss from you once the heat of him was gone, but he quickly replaced it with a warm cloth, wiping away the mess before tucking you beneath the covers. he snuggled up behind you and wrapped a strong arm around your waist, fingers lightly tracing along the sensitive skin of your belly and kissing your shoulder.

“warm enough now?” he asked softly.

you nodded, hair brushing across your pillow as sleep pulled you in, the snowy landscape of the sanctum long forgotten now that you were blissfully warmed by your coupling, the crackling fireplace, and the arms of your lover.

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[pherelesytsia]

Just come home,

Pairing: Stephen Strange x female/Pregnant/Reader

Summary: After Stephen saves the world he arrives after months of departure and faces his pregnant fiancé.

Warning: fluff, Angst

Word Count: 1.5k      

Requests are Open

Lovingly, her fingers stroked the curve of her belly and stared into the far distance of the city, watching the tears of the dense clouds dancing across the windows of the flat she shared with her husband.

The stiff wind knocked on the high windows. Exhausted, Y/N leaned her head against the cold glass and exhaled loudly as the pleasant cold banished the uncomfortable warmth from her body. A weak smile adorned her face. Y/N had imagined it differently. Every sunrise the young woman hoped the door to the apartment would open and she would find herself in his arms again, but slowly Y/N understood she would never find a moment of peace in his firm embrace again, never be able to let him know how much she loves him.

Firmly, Y/N clawed her fingers into the fluffy blanket, imagining she was in Stephen's arms. Her forehead left a spot on the window. She turned and let her gaze wander around the living room and a faint smile graced her lips as her eyes fell on the only picture in the flat hanging on the other side of the wall in beige tones.

She wished she could dimly remember the day the picture was taken but the moment was unforgettable and the ring on her finger reminded her every day of how she had answered the question of all questions.

Y/N was unable to see his belongings anymore, it pained her too greatly and made it nearly impossible to enter the various rooms of the home. She had put all his belongings in a box after Stephen had not arrived after six months and the rumours came to light that he was maybe no longer among the living.

More and more lights went out as the clock ticked. The mobile phone in the depths of her pocket was on silent, knowing exactly what would happen if she took the calls of her friends. She didn’t desire to hear the reassuring words, telling her Stephen would soon come, but with each passing hour, Y/N doubted more and more that she would ever see him again. The fear gnawing at her soul disappeared. The smile on her lips spread and the darkness threatening to cover her as a veil faded away. Laughing, Y/N stroked over the ever-growing belly.

"Hey little one, you're so small, yet you have so much strength. You are going to be such a strong girl.” Y/N breathed in a loving tone, forgetting fear and anger rising in her heart.

Tears took away her vision.

"I'm sorry, my little sunshine. I love you dearly. I wish I could offer you something my mother couldn’t, but I see I can't give you a father to be by your side, either. But hey, look at me, I'm relatively normal and I was raised without a dad. And you will have great uncles and aunts who have promised to help us. Uncle Peter, for example, hung outside the window and wouldn't stop knocking on the glass until I let him in." Y/N added, laughing after a few moments of silence.

Grinning, Y/N remembered the boy who came over every day to not to leave her on her own, even if she didn't want anyone by her side, wanted to grief alone. Yet Y/N couldn't chase the boy away and the bag in the guest room was a daily reminder that Peter had nearly moved in.

There was an uncomfortable chill reigning in the flat, but Y/N didn't mind, looking off into the distance and back down at the barely trafficked street. The lights were no longer blinding. He hadn't opened the door, and the portal vanished soundlessly. A strange, indescribable feeling spread through his heart and the uncommon dressed man took a step into the lovingly furnished living room. Stephen feared the worst, but as soon as his eyes witnessed the woman, his heart was longing for looking out of the window the heavy burden dropped from his heart, realising nothing had happened to her.

The dark hair was dishevelled, not lying neatly on his head. A few grey strands, mirroring the tone of a spider’s web as morning dew danced down the fine threads, broke through the darkness. No blood dripped from his healed wounds. Scars and scratches adorned his body, but none of them ached as much his heart yearning for a loving touch. Guilt dripped from his lips, knowing he had made a horrible mistake, but he was unable to take back what he had done.

Y/N had not noticed the man who made no sound, who was looking at the calendar hanging on the wall near him. He wanted to destroy the space between them to hold her tightly in his arms but he couldn't take his eyes off the numbers framed by a red circle. His eyes widened and he felt his heart tighten. Names and times were written in curved letters under the various dates, had heard the names at least once in his life. Questions blazed in his eyes and suddenly he turned, unable to remain silent.

"Y/N/N?" breathed a voice.

She was no longer breathing. Her hands rested on her stomach in a protective gesture, fearing, but then she recognised the eyes settling on her, piercing like a sharp dagger through the dimness of the apartment.

The shadow moved swiftly across his face. Y/N couldn't believe her eyes, was sure she was dreaming, thought she had fallen asleep on the sofa, but then she felt the hot tears streaming in great rivers down her cheeks and was sure she wasn't asleep. Shocked, the tall man let his eyes wander over his fiancée's body, immediately seeing what not even the blanket resting on her shoulders could hide. All the hatred, pent-up anger and grief she had been storing up for the last few months disappeared, were carried away by the warm breeze, by his unmistakable smell.

"You've been gone for a long time," Y/N breathed, still unable to believe her eyes.

He witnessed the ring gracing her hand sparkling in the faint light like a lone star. The question laying on his tongue did not cross his lip, knew it did not need to escape, knew the answer.

"I can explain everything, my love. Please forgive me. I couldn't leave them, they needed me, the world needed me, but I know you need me too, I can see it clearly." he said in a broken voice.

Hatred and anger no longer rooted in her heart.

"You couldn't have known Stephen. I found out two weeks later, I felt very sick and made an appointment. No one knew where you were and I realised after a while that there was no point in searching for you. I tried to find you." Y/N answered weakly but loud enough to know Stephen could hear her loud and clearly.

Cautiously Stephen took one step at a time, leading the way. His arms wrapped gently around her body, pressed her tightly to his chest and smiled, forgetting the pain of his wounds as he felt a hand collide with his torso, appearing to reach for him.

"May I?" he whispered weakly in a quivering voice.

Tears blocked his vision but Y/N could not see them as they dared to cross the borders and travelled in narrow streams down his features.

"Of course, my love, you don't have to ask me, it's our child. A part of you. I've told her about you every day. You don’t have to fear, I told her only nice things about you.”, "Her?" he probed, wanting to be sure he had heard correctly.

Y/N nodded.

"A little girl, I haven't decided on a name yet, I was hoping we could choose a name together but I've already decorated the nursery. Peter helped me a lot, he more than less moved in and refused to leave me alone and I am glad he stayed. He brings me the groceries and I have even sent him at the stroke of midnight to get me some ice cream.” Y/N told.

Her eyes glistened.

“Would you like to see the nursery? I hope you like it and you don't need to worry, I didn't throw your things away, they are in a box. I'm sorry but I couldn't see them anymore but I kept the engagement ring and pictures." Y/N breathed.

Knowingly, Stephen nodded, understanding his soon to be wife completely. Tender words slipped. Gently, his hands stroked down her back, caressed her skin and he felt the cloak disappear from his shoulders and slowly fly to her and settle on Y/N's shoulders. Lovingly, his lips settled on hers and then he kissed the tears away before they could move further down her face kissed by the faint light of the waning moon.

[ace-of-gay]

Its okay to be small

Doctor strange x little reader

1,158 words

Edited to the best of my ability

Warnings: age regression, little one feeling anxiety, little names like pumpkin, cartoons and stuffies

Pronouns: none

weight mentioned: none

No skin color or hair type mentioned

You are responsible for your own media consumption especially when theres warnings, dont like it? Dont read it, age regression is a therapist reccomend coping mechanism if you have an issue with it than ignore it.

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With abilities similar to his and Wanda’s but not physically the same you found it better to stay in a building that was safe for your well being where you could openly use your abilities at free will without any repercussion.

Originally you and strange were just close friends but after several years of living with one another his hear found something more in you now that he had freed his mind of Christine, of course he was happy for her but it was finally his time to feel happy with someone.

He felt so much more himself when he finally got the courage to ask you out, since than everything has felt perfect… well mostly perfect.

You desperately wanted him to know about your coping mechanism but past relationships had ended specifically because of it, thankfully he was a very respectful and understanding person so when it came to your personal room he never entered knowing there want anything important in there for him to know about, he just assumed it was a quiet space or a hobby room, if he really wanted to know he would just ask.

That is until today.

He had left for a four day mission, its only been two so as it was you still have two days where you can openly regress around the sanctum with no question, as Wong was on a little mission of his own.

While the fox and the hound play on your tv to fill the silence, you sit on the floor with your collections of build a bears and other stuffie’s akin and all the bear clothing you’ve collected sprawled out on the floor, dressing and undressing them making each one look perfect, paring them up with one another making buddies, friends and significant others, you were originally just gonna play dress up with them but that got put to the side when you imagined them at an avengers like party, lucky you have avengers outfits for your bears so its perfect, taking your favorite teddy’s you make them look like captain America, iron man, black widow, and a few of the others, not having all of the costumes but that’s okay.

You pick the meanest looking teddy, you have him walking around in the collection of all the others when he gets big and mean, you imagine him yelling and than in comes all the avengers quickly getting everyone to safety, the bad bear is trying to hold his side but the avengers taking him down easily.

After that the game was basically done so you pick up two of your favorite stuffies who are always paired together making them fly around the room, the room being fairly large you had plenty of space to walk around as if you’re chasing them.

You had no idea strange was home early, he had called out for you several times, walking around the main rooms looking for you, when he finally heard your giggles and trills and the soft murmur of a movie in the background.

You making sound effects, you were so lost in your world and it intrigued him, he had knocked three different times and you apparently hadn’t heard it so he opened the door just enough to check in on you, what he saw didn’t entirely surprise him, he knew you had trauma from several places in your life especially abandonment so it made sense that being here alone would need coping mechanisms. He knows exactly what age regression is, a smile big on his face and his heart swelling with love as you walk around your room following your stuffies as you make them fly, with a flick of his hand their movements were now in his control.

Flying them wildly around the room causing you to chase them around the room trying to get them back.

Surely your stuffies had grown minds of their own and were actually playing with you, that was what you thought until your foot caught the edge of the rug and sent you falling forward, pulling your arms to your chest and your eyes clenching shut, this is why you don’t want to be an avenger, you freeze, when you’re in danger your mind blanks and expects the fall. Why haven’t you fallen you question, opening your eyes you see an orange glow surrounding your.

Looking over to the door in a panic your body rushes cold, this cant happen, he cant see you like this.

He uses his magic to carefully set you down on the center of the rug as he steps further into the room.

He sees the panic in your eyes and the silent tears running down your cheeks, you’re curling in on yourself, he picks up one of the two stuffies from the floor bringing it to you, you scooting back, your mind clouded with everything that has happened in the past when people found out about your regression, his demeanor meant nothing in the face of admitting what you’re doing.

“I’m sorry” you mutter, he bends down to you, sitting on his haunches, going to place one hand under your chin, your eyes clenching shut until you feel the gentlest touch, the slightest tremor lifting your look, “my love, its okay, there is no need to hide or fear from me”

He moves to put the stuffy in your lap, taking both hands to wipe away your tears, moving to sit down on the floor, pulling you into his lap, holding you close, hushing your whimpers, slowly but surely soothing you back to a calm sense.

Looking up at him once again, feeling slightly bigger than before but still small, “how d’you know bout it?”.

“Pumpkin, you’re not the first little I’ve met, its very common for people in constant high stress and trauma to cope by regressing, its especially common with mental illness and chronic pain”.

“S’that why you so nice right now?”

Chuckling to himself shaking his head, “my love, that may be one of many reasons but its not the big one, the big one is because I love you, there is nothing of you that would upset or bother me, if being small is what helps than I support you ten fold”

A smile slowly casting Its way across your cheeks, turning into him, wrapping your arms tightly around him, it was finally okay to be you, you can finally feel completely and utterly yourself.

“Thank you” you whisper. “There is no need to thank me my love. Can you tell me how old you are?”

Shaking your head than letting it rest upon his shoulder “dunno how old, m’ jus small but not tiny right now”.

Nodding while rubbing your back, “that’s okay well figure it all out together”.

The rest of your day was filled with plenty of cuddles, cartoons and nap together.

This felt entirely like a new possibility of happiness.

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Thank you so much @hera4venenosa for letting me write this for you! <3

And thank you @shiny-purple-pizza-eater for helping me make decisions on where they live and what theyre doing <3

[vi-trying-to-survive]

Hey, I know you have finals right now (wishing you the best on those, I know you’ve got this!!) but I just thought I would make a request before I forgot about it lol. Obviously, it’s a Stephen Strange x female reader fic because I love him <3 Maybe one where it’s almost Christmas time but that’s not necessarily important I just love the winter lol. But the main part of the story is that they are playing Mario Kart extremely early in the morning (aka they still have their pajamas on, which is the best way to play Mario Kart) and both of them are competitive but in a friendly and loving way?? And some super cute and fluffy ending that I’ll let you decide because I can’t think of one and I trust you entirely :) anyways, hope all is well and that you do well on your exams!!!

Stephen Strange x f!Reader

Summary: Stephen and Y/N keeping up with Christmas traditions (basically what it says in the request :) )

Warnings: None, just fluff :))))))

A/N: Hope you guys like it !! I'm sorry I've basically been MIA also though, but I'm trying to write more now :')))) Also if you have any ideas or think I could improve my writing in anyway do let me know :)

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(Y/N) groaned as the sunshine streamed through the windows, caressing her face, willing her to wake up, as she tried to fight it, stuffing her face into the fluffy pillows, but eventually failing and flipping over, granted there was not much effort to it. Blinking her eyes, she rubbed slightly with the base of her palm, trying to get rid of the sleep that had formed as they focused on the room that surrounded her, the blurred edges becoming sharper and more visible. She yawned deeply, stretching her arms out a little, before leaning back into the mattress, soft and springy, sinking into the warm embrace of the man that held her comfortably, somehow still in deep sleep, inhaling the familiar scent of pine wood and spice that always stuck to him. Feeling him stir a little at her movements, she was quick to lace her fingers in his dark locks, gently brushing through any tangles, slowly lulling back to sleep. Turning her body to face his she couldn't help but admire him, so at peace when he slept, the lines along his face relaxed and almost non-existent, lips parted ever so slightly, as his chest rose up and down calmly. She found herself smiling affectionately at the sight of him, knowing that it had always been hard for the man to relax, first neurosurgery then the mystic arts and now a protector of the multiverse, he never seemed to be able to give himself a break, at least until her was asleep, it was like seeing an entirely new side of Stephen so relaxed and nonchalant. She wished that he would give himself that more often, for his own sake, but he never listened, always putting the world before himself, honourable but relatively self-destructive, so she figured the least she could do was let him sleep in for another hour or so, and it wasn't like they had any pressing matters to attend to.

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"Honey, hurry up already or I'm going to start it without you", she called tauntingly, waving the multi-coloured controllers in the air, not needing to turn around to imagine the exasperated look on his face.

"Oh my- Would you stop I am getting food for you and me", he frowned, tapping his foot impatiently, almost spilling the milk over the edge of the bowl. He was usually against cereal, claiming that it's not a food for an adult, but there were exceptions. Capping the carton swiftly, he balanced the two matching bowls and mugs unsystematically in his arms, nearly letting everything fall over in his hurry to reach her.

She could only grin in delight as she started counting backwards, "Three, two-", knowing how much it annoyed him, which was only confirmed by groan as he got closer to her spot on the couch.

"Okay, stop", he huffed out, freeing his arms as he placed the food on the coffee table, plopping down and grabbing his controller out of her hold, "I'm here".

"Just in time", she teased, waggling her finger at him in a disappointed manner, before shovelling a spoon-full of the probably unhealthy sugary cereal into her mouth, savouring the tooth-rotting taste and adjusting her grip around the controller.

He rolled his eyes, running a hand through his dark locks as he leaned back onto the plush velvet pillows that were splayed along the seat, "Yeah, yeah, just start the game and then we'll see who's talking".

"If you say so ?", she sang out, confidently hitting start, unable to help the way her smile grew wider as the familiar music rang out, almost bursting in excitement.

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He bit his lip hard, unable to feel it as his heart raced with adrenaline, whispering under his breath, "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon", his fingers flying along the controls, gaze fixated on the bright colours on the screen, before it all went blank and revealed the scoreboard. He fell face-flat onto the fluffy pillow, partly hoping to suffocate himself so he wouldn't be able to feel the embarrassment that he did now. How was it that he Stephen Strange, neurosurgeon and master of the mystic arts, was unable to ever beat his fiancé at Mario Cart.

"Ahahahaha, YES", jumping up and down on the couch cushions, she caused him to shake around with her, as she waved her arms in air, performing a terrible victory dance, exclaiming, "I am triumphant once again". On another day, he probably would've made fun of her for it but at the time he was wallowing in too much self pity for that.

He sat up, swiping a palm across his face contorted in confusion, "I never understand, you always win at the last second".

"It's called being the queen of Mario Cart", she smirked, giving him an affectionate poke on the arm, to which she got no response but a pout from the sorcerer, which was pretty uncharacteristic from the man who always needed the last word.

She shook her head, chuckling as she moved closer to him bumping her shoulder against his and letting her head drop onto his shoulder, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck, "Awwwww, are you upset". She placed a soft kiss on his skin, the heat radiating off him warming up her lips, hoping to get an answer, and yet he still kept to his pact of silence.

"You are such a big baby", she huffed crossing her arms, slinking down onto the side of the armrest, glaring at him.

A sudden thought came to her mind and she grinned maliciously at him, which he took no notice of, "If you won't talk to me I guess I just have to use extreme measures", before raising her fingers to his sides, tickling aggressively, breaking his stoic manner as he burst into laughter. She moved closer to him, to get a better angle at tickling, causing tears to brim at his eyes and her to giggle along with him.

"Okay, fine you win, just stop", he managed to admit defeatedly even with his hard laughter, raising his arms in the air, like waving a white flag at her, pulling her into his lap, still smiling, "I love you". He rested his hands gently on her waist, fiddling with the hem of her sweater, humming softly as her fingers twirled around the strands of hair on the back of his neck, watching her lovingly , before pressing her closer to him, joining their lips for a sweet kiss.

Pulling away, she nestled herself comfortably in his hold, enjoying his warmth, whispering "I love you too", as she pecked his cheek affectionately.

[marvel-snape-writes]

(2 million years later…)

Face Your Fears, Doctor Strange: NEW CHAPTER!

Chapter 12: Wait For Me To Come Home.

18+ smutty smut smut

Stephen Strange x Christine Palmer (early days)

Stephen joins the rest of his doctor friends on a work conference but the unfamiliar feeling of missing someone begins to flood his mind... Well, until he finds himself slipping into his old ways. Will he give in to the taunting of another woman or will the thought of Christine drag him away?

Snippet:

“Are your friends always that mean to you?” One of the girls asked, now stood at the side of him.

“Hm?” Stephen turned to face her, laughing awkwardly, “I didn't know you were listening.”

“It’s hard for my attention to not be on you.” She replied, biting her bottom lip for a moment before walking away with a flirtatious giggle.

“What is wrong with you, Strange?!” The doctor who was returning with the tray of shots exclaimed, “Why didn't you follow her?!”

Yes, why didn't you? The voice in his head asked him.

“Because…” Stephen shrugged, “I’ve barely spoken two words to her.”

“Like that has ever stopped you!” He cackled loudly, shaking his head.

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[ironstrange1991]

There's No Place Like Home

Pairing: Defender!Strange x Fem!Reader x Supreme!Strange

Synopsis: The reader can't sleep before she makes sure Defender is safe and sound.

Word Count: 2,3k

Warnings: Polyamorous relationship dinamics. SMUT: Oral sex with male receiving, tit fucking, unprotected p n v sex, creampie.

A/N: This is a short one, but it's also really cute and romantic, a bit of fluffy and some jealousy from Supreme's side.Hope you guys enjoy it and have a nice reading.

You rolled over in bed sighing heavily feeling like the sleep you were desperately seeking had slipped away. You and Supreme had the night to yourselves, but your head was far away worried about Defender.

He had been gone for a week and you hadn't heard from him in the last three days. Even though the Stephens told you that everything was fine and that there were a million reasons why communications weren't happening, you were still worried. Supreme did his best to try to please you and distract you, but you were distant and he was jealous. But then again, Supreme was always jealous.

You felt the bed dipping and you let yourself be pulled into the comfort of his arms, he cupped your cheek and spoke softly.

"Still awake? I thought you were tired."

You nuzzled your face in his chest and placed a small kiss on his skin "I am, but I am too worried to sleep."

Sighing, Supreme kissed the top of your head. "Then you'll be relieved to know that your beloved Defender has just arrived." He said sounding unamused  and you lifted your head to look at him.

"Really?"

"I was talking to him five minutes a go. He's fine. You can sleep now."

But you had no intention of sleeping and the next thing you knew you were already getting out of bed.

"Where are you going?" He asked, a pinch of irritation in his voice.

"I need to see him." You said apologetically, rushing out of the room without bothering to get dressed.

"No, honey, come back here..." You heard him complaining before closing the door and leaving. You should have known better than to upset Supreme like that, but you wouldn't be able to sleep until you saw that Defender was fine with your own eyes.

Defender's room was dark, lit only by the dim light from the lamp. He was distracted reading and you slowly closed the door and went to the bed, lifting the blankets and getting under them, surprising him by throwing yourself into his arms with a satisfied hum.

He closed the book and placed it on the nightstand and his arms wrapped around you. He placed a long kiss on your forehead. "Hey, I thought you were sleeping."

You shook your head "I couldn't sleep, I was so worried about you."

You nuzzled your face to his chest, placing kisses there like you had just done with Supreme and sighed in relief. Your leg intertwined with his, leaving your bodies impossibly  close. "Missed you so badly." You admitted. "Your voice, your smell, your touch... everything." You lifted your head to look at him and there was a satisfied smile on his lips.

He cupped your cheek gently, "I'm fine. There's nothing to worry about."

"No injuries this time?" You asked suspiciously.

"Just a few cuts, no big deal."

 He stroked your arm lightly and then lifted the blanket, peering underneath.

"Baby, you are..." But you interrupted him by cupping his face and pulling him to your lips, kissing him hard. The soft moan that escaped his throat made your entire body tingle. You hate being away from your Stephens, but at the same time you love when they come home and you can finally be together again. The distance is painful, but the reunion is always special.

"Won't get me into trouble with Supreme, will you?" He confirmed and you bit your lower lip mischievously and brought one hand up to your breast and started playing with your nipple, clearly trying to get some reaction from him.

"Baby..." He tried to reason, but his hand replaced yours by rolling your nipple with his thumb and pinching it delicately.

"It's Monday." You murmured, running your hand over his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath the velvety skin.

"Exactly. You should be sleeping with him right now." He scolded.

"But I wanted you. I really couldn't sleep without seeing you first."

You wanted much more than just see him to be honest. You missed him so much, you wanted to touch him, to worship him and your hand did exactly that when it went down to his hip, caressing his cock through his pants and feeling it quickly harden under your touch.

“Come here” He pulled you back to his lips moaning softly as your hand’s grip on his dick got tighter. "I missed you too, baby. I thought about you every day all the time. All I wanted was to have you in my arms like this."

"Me too. It doesn't matter that I have other Stephens. Each one is different, I missed you so badly, baby."

He kissed you again, but let you get up. You knelt between his legs and he raised his hips to allow you to pull down his pants, his cock sprung free, hard and veiny and you couldn't resist giving the red head a little kiss and moaning in the process.

Stephen moaned softly and you grabbed his cock by the base, kissing it along the entire length and finishing with a long lick from the base to the tip that made his hips jolt up.

"Oh baby..." One of his hands searched for your hair and grabbed a handful of it, but didn't pull or push, it just stayed there and the feeling was good.

You weren't in a rush, you had hard sex with Supreme all night, what you wanted with Defender was the intimacy, affection and tenderness that being with him could give you.

You pumped his cock up and down slowly and nuzzled your face in his pubic hair delighting in the smell of his body wash.

"B-Baby please...need more." He asked and you smiled at him. “Have being dying to get physical with you all week. Wanted your hands in me just like they are now.”

You smiled and gave your lower lip a little bite "Tell me what you need, Stephen."

"Your m-mouth. Have been dreaming with a blowjob.  Please?" His voice was a mere whisper broken by desire.

“Yeah? That’s what you do when you’re out on missions? Think about your cock in my mouth?”

He gave a sweet moan and bit his lip while nodding to confirm.

“Then say please again, let me hear your begging like you mean it, Steph.”

He swallowed tickly and his voice was a mere whisper when he said, “Please love, give me your mouth. It’s all I’ve been thinking about. Want it so much. Please, please.”  

You gave in to his sweet request finally taking him into your mouth, but you weren't in a hurry, you sucked him slowly, just the head first, bobbing your head in slow motion, taking him in more and more each time you went down and sucking the head with a pop every time you came up for air.

Stephen moaned softly, his fingers tangling more in your hair, his other hand clinging to the sheets as he accepted what you gave him and how you gave it, without ever asking or demanding for more. That was precisely what your loved more about Defender, his submissiveness.

"I missed this so much, baby. Every night. I couldn't close my eyes without thinking about you, about everything I wanted you to do to me... oh fuck, so good. Taking me so good in your sweet mouth, love. Love you, baby... so much."

How could you not love Defender Strange when he say those things to you like that? Always so sweet and lovely with his voice broken with such passion and need. Little sweet noises scaping from his lips.

You took him out of your mouth and spat on him, pumping him up and down faster and smiling, mischievously moving forward and trapping his cock between your breasts, tit fucking him slowly for him to enjoy the view and the moment.

"Oh shit, baby. Gonna make me cum like this. You know I love your tits, they look so good fucking me like this."

"Yeah? Enjoy it then. It's all for you, baby. You deserve it, my Defender."

You squeezed your breasts even more to provide him with more friction and started pinching your nipples, putting on a show for him you knew it was driving him crazy.

"Want you to cum baby, wanna see it. Make a mess on my tits."

Stephen groaned and you could feel his cock pulsing and you knew he was close.

"You never last long when your cock is in my tits, uh love? Such a good baby obsessed with them. Wanna cum and mark them as yours? You know, the other Stephens doesn’t like it the way you do. Stephen prefer cuming in my throat and Supreme in my ass when they are craving for something different, but you, you love my tits, don’t you baby?"

Stephen let out a loud moan at your words. Despite the jealousy, they all enjoy when  you mention the others, it makes them even more desperate to have you, to cum in you and mark you as theirs.   

"Stuck your tongue out, baby. Want you to taste a bit of it. There is so much to give you. Haven't cum in eight days, wanted to save it for you."

You felt your heart flutter in your chest and did as you were told sticking your tongue out while bouncing your tits in his cock and putting up a sweet and innocent face for him. "Give it to me then, baby."

Stephen groaned cupping your face and his cock pulsed hard spurting his cum all over your tits, so much of it that a lot went into your mouth and ran down your chin and still his cock stayed hard.

"Look at this, such a delicious mess. Love to see you covered in my cum like this. All mine."

You scooped some with your index finger and took it to your mouth sucking your finger clean with a pop. "You taste so good."

Stephen pulled you to his lips, delighting in the taste of himself on your tongue and turned you around, placing you on the mattress next to him. He grabbed your thigh and fit your leg on his hip and with his hand he helped his cock enter you. You were so wet and warm and he let himself sink inside you like he dreamed of doing all the days he was gone.

You were always so welcoming, everything in you called him back home and at that moment he wasn't looking for a release, he just wanted to enjoy the wonderful feeling of being inside you as he held you in his arms and your eyes locked and you kept kissing him as if your life depended on it.

You wrapped your arms around him, your bodies moving slowly against each other, his cock moving in and out of your pussy in slow motion and neither of you wanted to change any of that. Your lips continued to search for his desperately, but your kisses were also slow now, your tongue explored his with desire, but with a pleasurable slowness that was somehow even sexier than a hungry kiss.

Stephen couldn't say how long you stayed like that, making love in slow motion instead of fucking, exchanging looks of pure adoration and vows of love, but at some point you took control and rolled on top of him riding him fast and hard and clearly determined to search for your release while keeping your eyes closed, mouth open, head lolled back and his cum dripping down your breasts.

Such a view that made his cock throb violently inside you, ready to cum again, but he held it, he could never cum before you. He always preferred to see you cumming first, to see it happening, your legs shaking, your entire body convulsing on top of him and your eyes fixed on him, staring at him with such adoration while from your lips words of love were uttered with moans of pleasure.

He knows the script of your release by heart and yet he never gets tired of watching it happenning.

"S-Stephen... oh fuck baby gonna cum."

You rested both hands on his thighs riding him harder "Please... baby... tell me I can cum. Tell me you gonna cum in me. Want your cum in me."

Stephen's hand grabbed the headboard and the other your waist while locking eyes with you. "Gonna cum in you, love. Gonna give you what you want. Gonna give you all my cum. Oh shit, baby, please cum for me, I can't hold it anymore. Need to cum in you... so fucking hard. "

And so it happened exactly like every other time, but he never gets tired of seeing you get completely lost in your release. It was the most beautiful thing in the world and the sexiest too.

Stephen came right after you, filling you with his cum as he promised he would and you both ended up entwined with each other, cuddling while his cock was still buried inside you and kissing.

"Welcome home" You whispered with a sleepy smile on your lips.

Stephen smiled "Thank you, baby. There is no place like home."

Stephen was too restless to sleep, he rarely managed to sleep right after arriving from a mission, but you quickly fell asleep in his arms, finding your peace now that you knew he was back home and you were in his arms and since there wasn't nothing in the world that could make him move away from you, he closed his eyes too and focused on the soft beat of your heart against his chest and your breathing.

Nothing in the world or in any other dimension could replace the peace and pleasure of being at home in your arms.

Defender smirked telling himself that he would deal with Supreme's jealousy later. Technically you hadn't broken any rules. It was Monday, the day any Stephen could have you, he just got to be the lucky one at the moment.

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[vickiee-mcmuffin]

It's always been you

Word count: 3.8k

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Female Reader

Trope: Explicit Smut, Age gap (18+ Warning, Minors DNI)

A/N: Here's one of my old fics which is one of my favs. I've added some extra bits to the smut, so enjoy ;)

Summary: You're in a relationship with a guy called Luke after you were too scared to tell Stephen how you really felt about him. But one night, one thing leads to another when you go and talk to Stephen at the Sanctum.

When you first arrived at Kamar Taj almost a year ago, it was Doctor Stephen Strange that you first met out of everyone. He was one of the masters there, after all, and despite that – you had fallen for him. Sometimes it felt like more than a crush, though, especially since you and Stephen grew closer and closer as time went by. You always assumed your crush would lead nowhere and you’d get over him, because there were days when you thought nothing would happen with you and Stephen. He was older than you; you were a good twenty years younger than him. Eventually, you decided to just date a guy who seemed a bit more attainable. That was when you met Luke. He was around your age, and you hoped that being with him would diminish the crush you had on Stephen – even though you were going to stay best friends with him.

But it didn’t take you long to realise that Luke wasn’t the man for you. He wasn’t always the best boyfriend. He seemed to only care about himself and his own pleasure, and it quickly got to you. There were days when it seemed like Stephen would listen to you more than your own boyfriend would. And whenever you told Stephen about your problems with Luke, he would always be so kind and caring.

And it was then that you realised that you loved Stephen. But fear got the best of you, and you weren’t ready to tell him the truth. You were convinced he didn’t even feel the same way back, anyway. Part of you was also scared to tell Luke that you wanted to end things. What if he freaked out and got angry?

You were officially stuck between a rock and a hard place.

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It was early one evening and you found yourself laying on Luke’s bed. He wouldn’t even look at you, though. His eyes were stuck on his phone. As usual, he was paying no attention to you. But you were over it. If you were going to be with him, he would have to start acting like an actual boyfriend.

“Can you please just put your phone down and come cuddle with me?” you asked with a little pout.

But Luke said nothing. Whatever was on his phone seemed much more important.

“Luke,” you tried again. “Please just come cuddle with me.”

Luke grunted and rolled his eyes. “I heard you the first time, Y/N. I’m busy right now.”

“You barely ever give me any attention,” you said quietly. “It makes me upset. You’re always on your phone, talking to other people, when I’m right there.”

“Well, you’re always talking to Stephen,” snapped Luke.

“Uh, yeah. I talk to him because he actually listens to me.”

Luke chuckled. “I do listen to you.”

“When’s my birthday?” you suddenly asked him. It was a test. If he really, truly cared for you, then he would know that fact.

Luke shrugged. “July 9th.”

You shook your head, trying not to glare at him. “It’s June 9th. See. You don’t listen!”

And he didn’t even seem concerned with that as he tapped away on his phone. It hurt. It really did. And you found yourself with tears welling up in your eyes. You decided right then and there that you were going to talk to the person who actually listened to you. And that was Stephen.

You got off the bed in a huff, determined to get away from Luke. You stormed over to the door, yanking it open in a hurry.

“Where are you going?” Luke called out.

“It doesn’t matter,” you told him bluntly.

“I bet you’re going to him. At the Sanctum.” Luke’s voice was laced with an accusatory tone.

You didn’t answer. You just slammed the door shut, not caring that you were in your pyjamas. If Luke was going to treat you like that, then you were going to put some distance between the both of you. In a rush, you opened up a portal that would take you right to where Stephen would be. The New York Sanctum. You closed the portal behind you when you arrived and took quiet steps to Stephen’s room. Was he still awake? It was late. You hoped he was up.

When you got to his door you saw a small stream of light shining through. That was a good sign. You knocked on the door and heard some noise from behind it.

“Who’s there?” Stephen asked loudly.

“It’s me,” you responded.

“Come in!”

You pushed the door open, finding Stephen there in his robe and a thick book on his lap.

“Hey,” Stephen greeted you.

“Hi. Am I disturbing you?” you asked. That was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Not at all. What’s wrong?”

You sighed at the question. “Can I come and sit with you in the bed and tell you?”

“Of course.” Stephen pulled his blanket back, offering you a spot to sit.

You joined him on the comfortable bed, taking in the situation. You and Luke had just had a pretty nasty fight. And you hated the way he made you feel. You said nothing for a while, and neither did Stephen, until he finally broke the silence.

“What happened?” he asked.

You turned to look at him, noticing the worry on his face. You sucked in a sharp breath before starting your story. “Me and Luke just had a little argument.”

“Why?”

“I’ve just noticed that Luke doesn’t really pay attention to me. He wants to spend more time on his phone than he does with me.” As you said that, you could see Stephen shaking his head. “And earlier, I asked Luke if we could just cuddle. But all he did was ignore me.” The words got to you as you remembered the argument. Tears formed in your eyes yet again, your voice turning all soft.

“Don’t cry, sweetheart,” Stephen said quickly. He pulled you to him, letting you rest your head on his chest as he hugged you tight.

You pulled back a little to wipe at your eyes. “I’ve noticed during our whole relationship that he doesn’t really listen to me. He doesn’t show me that he cares about me.”

“I’ve noticed that too.”

Your eyes widened a little. “Really?”

Stephen nodded at you. “I’ve noticed how Luke upsets you. But I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t want to make you anymore upset. And I didn’t want to lose my best friend. I care about you, Y/N. So much. I love you. I love every part of you.”

Your head snapped to the side as you looked at Stephen, completely taken aback by what he had just said. Did he just…?

“What?” you asked with a whisper.

“Oh, shit,” he muttered, his eyes shutting for a second. He turned away from you, suddenly looking embarrassed.

“Stephen,” you called out to him.

He turned back around. Slowly. And there you saw his bright red cheeks.

“Is that true?” you wondered. “Did you really mean that?”

Stephen sighed loudly. “Yes. It’s true. And I’ve loved you ever since we first met. It broke my heart so much when I found out that you were with Luke. I kept my mouth shut because I just wanted to be happy for you. And I knew nothing could really happen between us, anyway. Because of our age gap…”

For a long time, you and Stephen just looked at each other. You were in the middle of taking in every word he just told you. His confession. But then you couldn’t help it when you sent him a teary-eyed smile. Reaching forward, you cupped his face with your hands. He smiled at you. A sweet, bright smile.

“I love you too. And I always have,” you whispered.

“Really?”

You nodded and leaned over to him, giving him a soft kiss. And then he kissed you back. And it was slow and moving and so, so perfect. But Stephen suddenly pulled away.

“What about Luke?” he asked you.

“Stephen, I’ve given Luke many opportunities. I’m done being treated second best,” you said confidently. You gave Stephen another kiss before eyeing him closely. “I’ve always loved you, Stephen. I’m sorry I was just too much of a coward to admit it.”

Stephen laughed lowly, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Well, that makes two of us then.”

You giggled right back at him before Stephen kissed you. It quickly grew heated, your tongue diving into Stephen’s mouth. His hands lowered and held your hips tight, pulling you right into his lap. Your lips broke apart for a split second, but Stephen wasted no time as he quickly pulled you back into a kiss.

Your arms quickly wrapped around his broad back, with Stephen mimicking the action as he held you nice and tight. Tongues dancing together, you suddenly felt something hard pressing into you. You had to pull away from Stephen when you realised what it was. You gasped, watching as Stephen blushed all over again.

“I’m sorry,” he said, voice all shy.

But you didn’t care. You kissed him fast and hard and noticed just how quickly Stephen kissed you back. Rocking your hips against his, you heard Stephen groan for you. The noise literally had you going weak right there in his arms, your centre growing wetter and wetter.

You kept kissing and rocking your hips, loving the sounds Stephen kept making. Those deep, guttural groans. But you pulled away from him so you could whisper out a request.

“Please make love to me,” you told him.

“Are you sure?” he asked with big eyes.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.” You meant every word.

Stephen kissed you softly before moving away from your mouth. “Okay.”

He shifted a little so that you were laying on the bed, while Stephen hovered above you. You shared another kiss before Stephen reached down, pulling off your top and exposing your breasts. He threw the top to the floor before he stared down at your breasts, taking them in. He stared at you, at your hard nipples. And then he blushed some more. You found it so adorable.

“You look so beautiful,” he said with a whisper. Then he leaned down, his warm lips kissing your skin. His lips ghosted over your nipples as he paid attention to each breast. Then he sucked one of your breasts into his mouth, moaning as a big hand grasped the other one.

The feeling had you whining. You reached down, raking a hand through Stephen’s thick locks. Your back arched for him, letting pleasure take over. You felt so wet. And it was all for Stephen. He stayed there, licking and sucking at your breast, before reaching down to pull down your pyjama bottoms and panties. They both hit the floor, and then you were completely and utterly exposed for Stephen. Every part of you was on show.

“Fuck,” Stephen hissed as he stared at you. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.”

He moved down, kissing you hard and fast. Your tongues moved together wildly, but you had to see Stephen. You had to see him properly.

“I wanna see you too,” you said with a whine. “Please.”

“Alright, sweetheart.” He nodded. He got off the bed to stand up, slowly pulling off his robe, exposing his cock.

You literally gasped at what you were seeing. He was so hard. And so, so big. Thick too. You couldn’t wait to feel him deep inside of you.

Stephen got back on the bed and you wasted no time spreading your legs for him. Stephen then got settled in between your legs as he hovered above you. He kissed you softly, and while his mouth was so perfect, you needed him to take you already.

“Please fuck me,” you pleaded with him.

“Okay,” Stephen groaned. “But I’m gonna start off slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”

You smiled at how sweet and caring he was being. “Okay.”

Stephen gave you a soft kiss before grabbing his cock. He ran the tip up and down your wet slit a few times. The swollen tip of his cock was soon covered in your arousal. You let out a sharp moan when you felt Stephen press the head of his cock against your clit. It felt so good.

“Are you ready?” He asked, voice deep.

You nodded eagerly at him. Stephen watched you closely as he pressed the tip of his cock to your entrance, and then he slid right into you with absolute ease. You moaned in unison, and then Stephen buried his face in your neck as he pushed more of his cock into you. You quickly wrapped your arms around him, wanting to feel him close. You could hear Stephen groaning into your ear when he filled you up, right to the hilt as he bottomed out. The noise had you clenching around him.

“Fuck,” Stephen moaned out.

“Are you okay?” you quickly asked.

Stephen moved so that he could stare down at you. His cheeks were so red. “Yes. You just feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

You gave him a quick kiss. “Please move. Please.”

Stephen’s eyes were stuck on you as he began to move his cock. He was moving slowly, but the pleasure was still there and had you letting out little moans. You dragged your nails across his skin, digging into him. But you had to have more.

“Please move faster,” you begged. “Please.”

Stephen did. He thrusted into you that little bit faster and harder, and you couldn’t help it when you let out a long moan. The sound filled the room right up. You couldn’t believe how good he was making you feel. The pleasure was so new to you, and you had no idea that sex could feel so good.

Stephen kept moving in and out of you, his cock stretching you out. He was moving fast and hard and it was exactly what you needed.

“Oh, please don’t stop!” you let out.

“I’m not gonna stop.” He leaned down, giving you a rushed kiss that you eagerly returned. Stephen placed his hands on either side of your head and suddenly began to just pound into you wildly.

“Stephen!” you whined out. “Mm, fuck me just like that!”

Your shaky hands reached down as you grabbed at the blankets, pulling at them as Stephen took you hard and fast and so, so deep. Your knuckles literally turned white as you grabbed at the blankets, getting lost in the pure pleasure that Stephen was giving you. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room and you loved every second of it.

Stephen suddenly pushed his cock into you nice and deep. The swollen tip of his cock was pressing up against that sweet, sensitive spot – a spot no one had ever reached before.

“Mm, your cock feels so good,” you cried out.

“Fuck.” Stephen suddenly lowered his body, pressing up against you tightly.

You kissed each other hard and fast; all the while Stephen kept hitting that spot again and again. You circled your arms around his back and let out a long moan when you realised that your orgasm was quickly forming. It was something you had never felt before. You needed it so bad.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you whined out. Stephen was fucking you so good. He knew exactly how to touch you. Exactly how to make you feel good, and you knew you were going to meet your orgasm any second now.

That seemed to trigger something in Stephen, because he began to pound into you wildly from above. You kept crying out, letting Stephen know just how good he was making you feel. Your back arched as that wild feeling grew more and more. You kept moaning, unable to believe how good you were feeling – and how it was Stephen of all people who was making you feel so good. And then the feeling hit you. Your orgasm. It hit you hard and fast and you lost it right there on Stephen’s cock.

“Oh, Stephen!” you moaned out, letting your orgasm take over your body. It felt so good. You were growing wetter and wetter by the second, letting Stephen pound right into you.

Stephen fucked you right through your orgasm. He was dragging out the pure pleasure, allowing you to feel every second of it. He groaned deeply, and you had a feeling it was because your pussy was clenching right around Stephen, pulling him deeper and deeper into you.

He kept pounding into you and you suddenly felt something else growing. Another orgasm. But it felt so much stronger than the one you just had. It was building up, second by second, the heat just growing the more Stephen fucked you. And he was fucking you so good, so hard. He seemed to be entirely focused on your pleasure alone, his cock stretching you out and filling you up at just the right angle yet again.

“Stephen, please keep moving,” you whined as he kept on thrusting his cock into you. “Oh, fuck. I think I’m going to…”

"Just let go, sweetheart," Stephen told you.

After those words left his mouth, you felt yourself coming undone. You couldn’t say anything. All you did was scream loudly as you came a second time, the feeling driving you wild. You were gushing right around Stephen’s length, making you feel so wet between your thighs. It was something you had never felt before, and you kept feeling yourself getting wetter the more Stephen fucked you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you saw white, your ears ringing. All you could feel was complete and total pleasure as you felt your body shaking. Stephen was dragging out that wonderful feeling with his cock, like he wanted to make sure that your orgasm was lasting as long as possible.

You whined and cried out, eyes shut tight as your strong orgasm hit you. You still didn’t say anything and instead just let out sounds of pleasure, your breathing unsteady as Stephen fucked you good and hard.

Eventually, the wonderful feeling faded, and you found yourself letting out soft whines as Stephen kept moving in and out of you, his cock twitching inside of you.

“I’m gonna cum,” he muttered out.

“Mm, you can cum inside of me,” you whispered, wanting to feel him lose himself inside of you. “I’m on the pill. Please cum inside of me. Please.” You needed it. You had to have Stephen – every part of him.

It seemed as if that was all Stephen needed to hear, because a second later, he was giving you a few more deep thrusts before letting out the deepest of groans. And then he came. He came right there inside of you, filling you up. He lost all control, giving you every drop of cum he had to offer.

He was panting wildly as he pushed in and out of you. Soon his breathing settled and he laid down next to you on the bed. You were in the middle of catching your breath too. You were still trying to process what just happened with you and Stephen.

Stephen seemed to get his breathing back on track and got up. He put his robe on and then headed off into another room. He came back with a washcloth in hand. You laid there, body still shaking a little, as Stephen cleaned you up gingerly.

"Did you know you squirted?" Stephen asked you as he cleaned up your sensitive area gently.

You stared at him for a long moment before you shook your head. That must have been what you were experiencing earlier when you felt so wet between your thighs.

"No, no man has ever made me do that before... Until you of course," you told Stephen and he sent you a smile before winking at you. He then stood up and made his way back over to the other room to put the washcloth back.

After he returned from putting the washcloth back, he climbed back into bed with you and covered you with the warm blankets.

“Are you okay?” he asked lowly.

“I’m okay.” You nodded at him. You moved over to Stephen, laying down on his broad chest as he wrapped an arm around you. It felt so good to have him cuddle you, to have him hold you close.

It was quiet for a while. And you figured that Stephen just wanted to get some sleep, but then he broke the silence.

“So, when do you plan on telling Luke that your relationship is over?” he asked.

It was a good question. Shifting slightly, you looked up at Stephen. “I’ll probably tell him tomorrow, I guess. If he listens to me, that is. He barely even listens to me when I’m talking. He probably won’t even listen to me when I finally break up with him.”

“Does Luke listen to you about anything?” Stephen asked with a furrowed brow. He looked offended on your behalf.

You shook your head at him. “I don’t think so. He doesn’t even know when my birthday is. And he doesn’t know the stuff I like, or the stuff I don’t like.”

Stephen’s eyes widened. “How could he not remember that your birthday is the 9th of June? Or that your favourite flowers are roses? Or that you hate spicy food?” There was such disbelief in Stephen’s voice, like he couldn’t even process the fact that Luke didn’t know those things about you.

You looked at Stephen for what felt like an hour. You were in total shock. How was it that your boyfriend didn’t know any of that stuff, but Stephen did? Stephen knew you better than your boyfriend did. Better than anyone else, it seemed.

“How… How do you know all of that?” you finally let out, your voice a bit shaky. Your mind was still a little hazy from your love making session.

Stephen just smiled at you. “I actually listen to everything you tell me.”

You returned his smile. It was big and bright, and that was because you were experiencing full, pure joy. You kissed Stephen softly and slowly, loving the way he gently kissed you back. You were right where you belonged. Right there with the man who actually knew you. You were so lucky that the two of you had found each other – even with the Luke hurdle that had been thrown your way. But he could be dealt with later.

“I love you, Stephen Strange,” you said with a whisper.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he said, his voice laced with what you could only describe as pure love. You and Stephen laid there together, wrapped up in each other’s arms. Your eyes fluttered shut as pure exhaustion took over. But you were truly over the moon that it was Stephen that you were with. Because he was the one who listened to you. He was the one who cared for you. And he was the one who loved you.

And you loved him just as much.

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[geeky-politics-46]

help can you please link to man on a mission parts one and two. tumblr is being dumb and throwing me back to my dash when I click the link

Absolutely! I swear I have a love-hate relationship with most technology. Especially search functions & embed link. I'm happy to help make things as easy & accessible as I can. Hope you enjoy them!

[saylorsaysstop]

Strawberry Cream | Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader

a/n: i got this idea the other day for a short and sweet fic, so here you go 💗. now i'm hungry and want to bake 😡

Stephen Strange masterlist

The scent of warmth filled the air, knocking right into the senses of an unsuspecting Stephen Strange. With an already furrowed brow and thin-lined grimace, Stephen’s day had been nothing short of bad. From the mishap in training to the smart-mouthing trainees who thought they could do much better than he, a master of the arts, Stephen was more than ticked. 

You had a strong urge to bake today. Utilized mainly as a stress reducer, people thought you were psychotic to wanted to bake in order to relieve your nerves. “Baking takes so much time and carefulness. How does that unwind you?” to which you’d respond that making something sweet and delicious, was your ultimate bad day cure. 

And luckily for Stephen, he loved your baking. 

He crosses the threshold into the kitchen, his eyes softening at the sight of you with a piping bag full of cream. His heart flutters at the adorable sight of your tongue pushed out the corner of your mouth, your level of concentration unmatched– something he wished his trainees had. He stands there silently, observing the delicacy of your hand as you gently rest the tip inside of the hole you make inside of the flaky dough, gently piping cream until they are filled. 

He noticed the cream had flecks of red with a light pink color. You have a playlist going in the background with dancing hits, but you remain utterly still except for the light bumping of your hips from side to side as you work to fill each puff with cream filling. 

You feel the weighty presence surrounding you, causing you to lift your eyes. Your eyes flash with light as a smile absorbs your face.

“Hi, baby!” you exclaim, cheeks hurting from how wide you grin. Stephen felt the prickly tension in his shoulders slowly dissipate the longer he stared at you, his stern frown evolving into a sweet grin. 

“Hi, darling.” he sighs. “What are you making?”

“Strawberry cream puffs,” you answer, filling the last one. You squeeze the leftover filling onto your index finger, humming at the sweet taste. Stephen walks over and looks down at the pan full of cream puffs, his smile wide. 

“Want to try one?” you ask.

He nods his head. “Sure, why not? Maybe it’ll cure my day.”

“Oh, rough day?” you push out your bottom lip.

Stephen nods as you both reach for one. “You have no idea… I don’t really want to go into it.” 

You nod your head in return. If he didn’t want to talk about his day, you never pushed him. You each take a bite off the corner of the sweet treat. Immediately, Stephen felt a flavor explosion commence inside his mouth, his eyes rolling at the taste.

“Honey,” he groans, his heart fuzzy and his nerves settling. You giggle, taking a bite. Some of the cream ends up on the corner of your mouth, provoking your boyfriend’s sultry curiosity. He smirks at the sight of the pinkish substance on the corner of your mouth.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” You gasp.

Stephen nods. Quickly, you reach for a napkin, but he takes his hands into yours after setting down his puff. 

“What–” Your breath hitches when Stephen closes the distance. His tongue juts out to gently lick the cream from the corner of your mouth before he dances his tongue across your lips. Seizing your mouth for a heated kiss, you lose your train of thought as he pecks you a touch lighter. You melt into him, the weight of your body pressing to his chest as you lazily throw your hands around his hips. 

He pulls away gently, noticing the sparks flying in your eyes, your pupils growing larger. 

“Why’d you stop?” you grumble through a lighthearted laugh.

Stephen smirks. “There was no more cream to lick…” 

Immediately, you grab the piping bag and add a dollop to your lips.

“Now there is,” you tempt him, wiggling your eyebrows. 

Stephen throws his head back with a laugh, a genuine laugh. In those moments, he forgot everything about his terrible day, now only focused on pleasuring you and getting a sweet treat.

[make-me-imagine]

Careful What You Wish For

13 Days of Halloween: Day 13

Plot: When Stephen decides he wants to make the sanctum more holiday ready for you, his spell backfires when all of the Halloween decorations come to life.

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Violence, blood, knives, mentions of death (of fake creatures). Spiders. Snake. Brief clown mention. Mild cursing.

Words: 2.8k

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Walking towards the sanctum library, you could hear Stephen reciting something, as a glow came from the room.

Feeling curious, you peaked your head in, seeing him standing over a fake witch decoration while reciting the spell.

You rose your brow as you stepped fully into the room.

"What are you doing?" You asked abruptly.

Stephen turned to look at you and smirked "Testing out a new spell."

You approached him, looking down at the witch, and seeing a pile of Halloween decorations nearby.

"A spell to do what exactly?"

"I'm attempting to enchant the decorations."

You glanced between him and he witch "Why?"

"'Tis the season."

"That doesn't tell me anything, Stephen what are you really attempting to do, and why do I have a bad feeling about it?"

He chuckled lowly as he turned fully towards you "You sound like Wong."

"That's not a bad thing, he's always right."

"He is not."

"Stephen." You said with a stern tone.

He rolled his eyes lightly "I thought you were excited for Halloween and wanted to decorate the Sanctum?"

"Wait, are you doing this because of what I said?"

He motioned his head lightly in response before he spoke softly "I want you to enjoy the holidays here, with me."

You smiled, feeling touched at his actions. You let out a soft chuckle as you spoke "I am excited about Halloween, and I did decorate the Sanctum, I don't need them to walk around the sanctum on their own. I'm enjoying my time here with you perfectly well."

He smiled but leaned closer, squinting "But you have to admit, it would be hilarious if Wong entered his office only to find a giant enchanted spider waiting for him."

You repressed your smile "Stephen." You warned again.

"Picture it."

Failing to repress the smile, it stretched across your face. You shook your head lightly. "Okay, it would be hilarious, but I still have a bad feeling about it."

"Oh come on, it'll be fun, I promise."

You sighed and shrugged your head "Fine, but if it goes wrong, it's not on me."

He smiled as he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "Deal"

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Humming to yourself as you walked down the halls, you stopped as you heard a scraping noise nearby. Frowning you walked further down the hall and peered around the corner.

Your heart jolted as you saw a tall hooded figure at the end of the hall.

"Hey!" You called out, feeling your defenses rise.

As the figure spun around, you felt your body jolt before realization fell over you.

The tall grim reaper decoration swayed awkwardly, it's feet scraping along the ground. A tall scythe held in it's hands, as it's empty eyes stared back at you.

You let out a soft sigh, knowing Stephen got exactly what he wanted. A quick scare, too bad he wasn't here to see it.

Looking one last time at the decoration, you shook your head with a soft laugh. Turning, you continued down the hall, wondering how many of the decorations were enchanted.

Hearing the scraping continue, it took you a moment to realize it was getting louder. Stopping, you realized it was right behind you. Rolling your eyes, you spun around, flinching slightly as the figure stood right behind you.

Your eyes scanned over it, before you saw the very real metal sheen of the scythe in it's hands. You frowned, as you felt a bad feeling rise in your gut.

Suddenly, the reaper moved with a speed you weren't expecting as it raised the scythe before swinging at you. Jumping back with a yelp, as you barely dodged the blade, the reaper quickly attempting to attack you again.

Crouching down, you grabbed the decorations legs and yanked them, causing it to fall backwards. As it fell, you ripped the scythe from it's hands before cutting the head off the figure. The whole body went limp as the head rolled down the hall.

You let out a heavy breath as you looked at the very real scythe in your hands. Your heart was pounding heavily in your chest as adrenaline ran through you.

Looking around with a rush of fear and frustration you called out "Stephen!"

Hearing no reply, you ran through the sanctum, searching for him. Finally finding him, you rushed into the room, breathless.

Seeing you, Stephen stood up, concern lacing his face and voice "What's wrong?"

"Whats wrong is that one of your enchanted decorations just tried to kill me." You held out the scythe as you spoke.

Stephen frowned as he walked up to you, grabbing the scythe "The grim reaper."

"Yeah! And the Grim Reaper just tried to cut me in half with that very real scythe!"

"Where is it now?"

"I took care of it" You breathed out "I cut its head off and it went limp, like it died."

"That's concerning."

"Concerning?!"

"Alright, it's very concerning." He admitted, setting the scythe down.

"How many decorations did you enchant exactly?"

He looked back at you with a slightly startled look "A few."

"How many is a few?"

"A lot."

You closed your eyes and let out a sigh "Oh great."

Hearing a loud thud upstairs, you both looked up, before locking eyes. Stephen quickly left the room, and you followed, wondering what you were about to find.

As you crept upstairs cautiously, you followed the sound of thudding into one of the rooms. Slowly entering the room, you heard clicking sounds from behind table.

Watching with baited breath as the table moved slightly with a thud, before you saw a large spider made of bones crawl out from behind the table.

You felt your chest clench as you let out a soft breath "You've gotta be kid-"

As the spider let out a loud hiss it leapt int the air towards you, you flinched back in fear as Stephen swung out his arm, casting a spell. You watched as the spider fell to the ground in various pieces, all of the bones clanking against the floor.

You let out a large breath as you shook your head, as if dispelling the fear you just felt. "Is that the spider you wanted to scare Wong with?"

He looked back at you and rose his brow "No."

Your face dropped, your voice holding a sense of defeat "There's another one somewhere?"

He shrugged his head "Yeah."

You let out a soft groan as you turned around into the doorway. You let out a startled gasp as you were met with large angry eyes.

As the tall green witch let out a wicked laugh and grabbed you, you felt your feet lift off the ground as you were pulled out of the room, and over the banister, hanging above the stairwell.

Stephen ran out of the room behind you, as his cloak flew off his shoulders and towards you.

Feeling the cloak wrap itself around you, Stephen attempted to take out the witch, but it dogged his magic and let out a loud laugh as it yanked you down.

You let out a startled yell as you felt yourself drop, as the cloak attempting to pull you from the witches grasp. The witches grip was tight on you as her long fingernails dug into your skin as she and the cloak used you in a game of tug-of-war.

Seeing Stephen out of the corner of your eye preparing to disenchant the witch, you saw a large white object appear behind him.

"Stephen!" You yelled in warning.

Just as Stephen was about to cast his spell, a white sheet wrapped around him, as the ghost decoration pulled him towards the ground, binding his arms to his side.

As Stephen struggled against the ghost, you felt the witch yank you from the cloaks grasp as she began pulling you towards the window with a great speed.

Stephen, managing to free one of his hands from the sheet, repelled the ghost before throwing it into a closet and locking the door. Turning towards you he saw you being pulled towards the window.

"Y/n!" He yelled out, before disenchanting the witch.

As you felt yourself begin falling, you closed your eyes. A moment later you felt the cloak wrap itself around you, before lifting you back up to Stephen.

Landing back on the ground, you let out a sigh of relief, as Stephen pulled you to his chest.

"Are you alright?"

You nodded with a sigh "Yeah I'm aright."

Hearing a fast paced clicking sound, you and Stephen spun around to see the bone spider, a few legs down, running towards you.

Stephen reached out his hand towards the spider. You flinched as it turned to dust before disappearing entirely.

"Alright. This is ridiculous, I need to cast a disenchantment before this gets out of hand."

"Before?!"

He looked down at you and shrugged his head "Okay, before it gets worse."

Seeing him looking over your head, his eyes widened as he grabbed you, spinning you around, away from something.

Looking back, you saw a large clown decoration, knife in hand, lunging at Stephen. Knocking the clown back, you heard Stephen hiss in pain as the knife cut his arm.

The clown laughed merrily as it jumped around out of Stephens view. Preparing to run over to help Stephen, you let out a gasp as you were grabbed from behind. Feeling a sharp pain in your leg, you began to let out a yell, but felt a hand placed over your mouth, muffling your cry.

Looking back over your shoulder, you saw the smiling face of a scarecrow as it began dragging you down the hall. Looking down at your leg, you saw blood as the scarecrow pulled the knife from your thigh.

Swiping your legs, you knocked the scarecrow back. Spinning around, preparing to fight it, you felt goosebumps rise up your arms as the smiling face quickly changed to a angry frown.

As the scarecrow lifted the knife up, you spun, kicking your leg out, knocking the knife from it's grasp. Ignoring the pain in your leg, you lunged for the knife, grabbing it just before the scarecrow.

Spinning around, you swiped the knife, slicing open its chest as straw and cotton became visible.

The scarecrow let out a angry muffled groan, but seemed unaffected. Lunging at you, it grabbed your arms, holding the up, along with the knife.

Letting out a frustrated groan, you pushed the scarecrow away, kicking it towards the banister. As it stumbled, you reached out, grabbing it's head. You yelled out as you pulled it's head off before quickly tossing it over the banister. As the scarecrows body began spinning around wildly, you pushed it over the banister as well.

Hearing a thud nearby, you looked over to see the clown decoration fall to the ground as Stephen stumbled out into the hall. Looking over at you, he saw the knife in your hands, and then the blood coating your leg.

His eyes widened as he began to walk over to you "Are you alright?"

"I've been better" You winced as you met him.

As he got to you, you both froze as you heard a groaning sound. Turning to look behind you, your eyes cast to the ground at the end of the hall, as you saw half of a zombie slowly crawling towards you.

"You really enchanted all of the decorations didn't you?"

He nodded "Yep."

Suddenly from the floor below you, you heard a loud familiar shriek. You and Stephen looked at each other and he closed his eyes briefly before shaking his head.

"I know. Be careful what you wish for."

Walking over, the two of you peered down over the banister.

Seeing the limp body of a giant spider fly into the wall before hitting the ground, you saw a bewildered and scared Wong came into view. Looking around, he finally spotted the two of you above him.

"What is going on!?" He yelled up at the two of you

You quickly pointed at Stephen "He did it!"

He looked over at you with mild offense before sighing and looking back down at Wong "I'm handleing it!"

Wong looked past you and pointed "Zombie!?"

You looked over, seeing the zombie getting close. Stepping away, Stephen walked over to it before casting a spell.

You watched as the zombie, went limp and fell motionless to the ground.

Sighing, you walked past it cautiously, and down the stairs, meeting Wong on the landing.

Looking down at your leg he pointed "What did that?"

Hearing a soft padding nearby, you peered into the next room to see the headless scarecrow wandering around, bumping into walls.

"That."

He frowned before lifting his hands and casting a spell. You saw as the scarecrow went stiff before falling to the ground. "Animation enchantments, are always tricky, and risky!" He finished with a pointed look towards Stephen.

Stephen, walking past you made his way into the library "I'm going to cast the disenchantment!" He called back over his shoulder.

"You're just now doing that?" Wong asked angrily as he followed him.

"In his defense we've been a bit distracted." You said while following behind

Hearing a loud shriek, you jumped as you looked back behind you. Seeing a large banshee decoration flying around above you, you looked over your shoulder at Wong, who stared bewildered at it.

Looking back as it spotted you, and began to fly a you with a loud shriek, you turned and ran into the library.

Quickly, you and Wong closed the doors, just in time to hear the banshee smash against the doors with a loud thud.

You winced before looking back at Stephen. "Any time now."

As Stephen began reciting the spell, you walked further into the room, stopping, when you felt a sharp pain at your ankle.

Gasping as you looked down you saw a large black snake latched onto your ankle. Wong, running over, grabbed the snake, pulling it from your leg, before he tossed it into a large vase.

You gripped our ankle as blood trickled out of the bite marks. "Son of a bitch!" You complained as you hopped over to a chair.

Stephen looked back at you with concern, but you motioned your hand at him "Keep going!"

You watched Stephen cast his disenchantment as you heard the shriek of the banshee outside.

Frowning, you looked over at Wong, who had a similar look on his face, as you both began hearing a loud thudding from a nearby room.

As you looked at the doorway, the sound coming closer, you suddenly remember what had been in that room.

Standing up you muttered out "Oh no."

Stephen glanced over, remembering as well "Oh yes."

Wong looked over in confusion "What?"

Hearing the loud footsteps just outside the archway, you both looked over to see the large 15 foot tall skeleton step into view.

You stood still, mouth agape, as the skeleton looked around, casting it's eyes over you before stopping.

Suddenly, it arched back before letting out a loud roar before it came stomping towards you. You and Wong both fell into a defensive position, preparing to take out the large skeleton.

But as it grew closer, you watched as it suddenly went stiff before falling to the ground with a loud thud as the head of the skeleton popped off, ad rolled a few feet towards you, stopping just at your feet.

Letting out a soft gasp, you kicked the head away from you.

Hearing thuds and crashing sounds echo throughout the sanctum, you looked over at Stephen who put his hands down.

Looking over at you, he nodded "It's done."

"Are you sure?" Wong asked.

Walking over to the vase, he reached in and pulled out the now rubber snake before looking back over at Wong. "Yes, I'm positive."

You let out a sigh of relief as you finally let down your defenses. Locking your eyes with Stephen you spoke with an exhausted voice "Net time I say I have a bad feeling about something. Listen."

He smiled and walked over to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead "I promise." He looked down at your leg and frowned "Lets get those taken care of."

Wong stepped over, gently grabbing your elbow and pointing at Stephen.

"Ah ah. I will help Y/n. You go clean up your mess."

Stephen looked back at you and you just shrugged your head as you turned to follow Wong. "Always listen to Wong."

Stephen let out a soft chuckle as he shook his head. Walking over to the large skeleton, he stared down at it and let out a soft sigh.

Hearing quick clattering behind him, Stephen frowned as he spun around to see a large spider running at him. Letting out a soft yelp, he staggered back, before quickly destroying the spider.

Hearing laughter, he looked up to see Wong, hands up, laughing at him. You were behind him stifling your own laughter.

Wong nodded his head with amusement "Payback."

Stephen let out a sigh as he lowered his head, shaking it, as he turned away. "Yeah, I deserved that."

xx End xx

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