#doctor strange one shot

[wint3r-h3art]

It’s You, It’s always Been you

Pairing: Stephen Strange x f!Reader

Summary: It’s a known fact that you are in love with Stephen Strange. It’s also a known fact that Stephen Strange is still in love with Dr. Palmer. When Stephen asked you to be his wedding date though, you’re starting to regret your decision. A confession from the doctor himself, changes everything.

Word count: 3.0K (I got carried away, oops)

Genre: angst, unrequited love, confession, overall feels!, and soft smut (of course)

A/N: There’s no major MoM spoilers, just the beginning with the wedding and all that. As much as I love Stephen being a complete daddy in MoM, I need to write me some soft smut. No beta, so if I missed anything, It’s my fault. If you enjoyed this, please please comment and reblog. It just means a lot. Please follow @wint3r-library​ and turn on post notification for fic update.

Strange was getting impatient with you.

You haven’t noticed it yet, but with all your inability to sit still during Doctor Palmer’s wedding, you were getting on his last nerve. 

Another heavy sigh fell from your lips as you sat there beside him, slouching slightly because you really wanted to shift your body. Your fingers fiddled in your laps as you were trying very hard to pay attention to the ceremony, quite unaware of the piercing gaze from the man beside you. 

It wasn’t like you were nervous about being the date to the bride’s ex or anything. You really didn’t need to be there, especially when Stephen couldn’t figure out what his feelings toward Christine were.

There was no doubt that the man looked as delectable as it can be in that suit, and there was no doubt that you would jump at his bones if the opportunity presented itself. However, you needed to stop saying yes to him all the time when you were dying on the inside.

Stephen exhaled sharply through his nose before he covered your hand with his. Warmness shot through you as you sat there. You bit the inside of his cheek. His hand was trembling slightly. You couldn’t help but turned your gaze to him.

His brow quirked but said nothing. He was completely unaware of the stinging pain you experienced every time you watched his eyes glimmer whenever his gaze fell on Dr. Palmer, of course. You wished the ceremony ended already. There was so much you could take. Sometimes you wished that Happy had never introduced you to him. 

You let out a sharp exhale once he let go of your hand and stood up. Once again, your heart felt heavy as your gaze followed his following Christine walking down the aisle with her new husband. Your heart was heavy as you looked at the man before you trying to hold it in. He was too proud to say it, but Strange was never really over her.

You couldn’t be anymore happier the moment the ceremony was over. You found yourself stationed by the bar, chugging wine and avoiding Strange as best as possible. The plan was going well so far until your date found you.

“I’m starting to think that even my own date is avoiding me,” came a voice behind you. His low baritone voice sent a slight tremor through you, sending your nerve into a frenzy. Heat flooded your cheek as your heart beat frantically against your chest. You wanted to run, perhaps you wanted to go back to your apartment. Whatever it was, you really didn’t want to deal with him right now. 

“Not avoiding you,” you mumbled before chugging the last remnant of your drink.

Stephen sighed before ordering himself a martini, his eyes were still on you though. “Your body language said otherwise.”

“You shouldn’t bring me here,” you finally looked at him. “She’ll think that you and I are together or something.”

“And that’s bad because…?” 

“You’re kidding, right?” You laughed out loud from sheer discomfort as you stared at him. You watched as the bartender set his drink down before you quickly snatched it away from Strange. He could sense your nervous energy from miles away, which made him wonder how you got to become Happy Hogan’s assistant in the first place. 

“I wasn’t.”

The firmness in his tone made your heart skip a beat. 

“She asked me if I’m happy,” he said, but he didn’t look at you. Instead, his gaze fell for the bride once more. You had to bite back your uncomfortable laugh before you looked elsewhere, trying to hide your expression. It was getting harder and harder to hide anything at all from him.

“And I told her that I am…”

“Which is a lie…” You pressed your lips together into a straight line. 

“You don’t know that. For all you know, I am quite content with what I have right now.”

“Stephen…,” you gave him a look, but his expression was unreadable. “I may not know your history with Dr. Palmer, but I do know that you are a proud man.”

“I am, and you like that,” Stephen teased, trying to hide the small smile as he watched your reaction. You didn’t disappoint him of course as you were slowly and gradually getting flustered. 

“I-Um...Oh, that’s just mean,” you shook your head before you slowly walked away from him. 

It has been a well-known fact that you have some feelings for him at one point. It was also a known fact that it was a textbook definition of one-sided love. It was one thing to tease you occasionally, but it was another thing to simply play with your heart. You know Strange was cold, but you’ve never thought that he could be this cruel.  “I know I shouldn’t say yes to this,” you mumbled to yourself. You could hear him calling out to you, but you didn’t care. Instead, you turned and headed straight out.

A familiar feminine voice called out your name, making you stop in your tracks. You could feel Stephen Strange not too far behind you. You took a deep breath before turning around and forcing a smile. It made your face hurt. It reminded you of why you have to resign from being Happy’s assistant in the first place. The acting wasn’t for you. 

“Doctor Palmer! Congratulations!” you chirped as she made her way toward you. Stephen simply put his hand in his pocket as he watched on with a martini in another hand. You frowned slightly, wondering why he decided to linger there instead of sashay away from you.

“Thank you! I appreciate that. I’m so happy that you can make it–You and Stephen—”

“Oh, I’m just here for moral support,” you quickly cut her off before she could say anything that could potentially make your relationship with Stephen Strange any more awkward. 

Doctor Palmer nodded, but a smile still remained on her face. “Yeah..um, I just want to say that I’m very happy that you and he are togeth–”

“Um, definitely not together,” you quickly cut in again. You couldn’t feel his gaze burned into your back. “Again, I’m here just for moral support, and nothing more.”

Doctor Palmer looked at you momentarily before she looked at Strange, clearly confused. “Right....Well, I hope you enjoy the party. I’ll see you two later,”  she bid you goodbye before giving Stephen a nod.

The moment she was out of your earshot, you let out another sigh of relief, but you knew damn well that Stephen wasn’t happy with your answer at all. Your gaze turned to him, but he didn’t say anything.

“Don’t start,” you pinched the bridge of your nose and headed to the hallway. “I know I’m supposed to make you look good in front of your ex and all that, but I don’t think I can lie.” You were basically rambling at this point as Stephen Strange followed you not too far behind. 

The sound of your high heels clicking against the marble floor echoed through the quiet hall as you hurried out. 

“I didn’t ask you to lie for me,” came his voice not too far behind, but you didn’t stop. Instead, you continued to walk until you both reached the elevator. 

“It kinda feels that way when you asked me to be your plus one though,…Look, whatever you are going through, I just can’t…It’s–” you stopped yourself. How would you tell him that you still have feelings for him? “It’s unfair to me.”

Stephen was standing only a few feet from you know. “I know, and I’m sorry.”

You expected a smartass comment from him, not this. You were speechless at his admission as the two of you stood there in the empty hallway. Your heart felt like it was about to burst the more you looked at him. “When Christine asked me if I was happy, I said yes…I told her that I found someone.”

You remained silent as he took a few steps forward until he was only a few inches away from you. The smell of his cologne filled your nostril, lulling you into a haze. “It took me some time to realize it, but I…”

You swallowed as he cradled your face in his hands. Heat flooded your face at the closeness between the two of you. His thumb pressed against your cheek, his gaze softened, melted into a pair of liquid sapphires. “I made up my mind.”

“About what?” You realized that your words came out no more than a breath as your hand covered his. Stephen was inching closer. Your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest at the pure anticipation alone. When his lips touched yours for the very first time, you felt like you were about to soar. 

Your eyes flutter shut as you melt into him. He was holding you there, kissing you with a passion that you’ve never known he was capable of. His hand trailed to the nape. The rough pad of his fingers gently grazed across your skin, leaving trails of goosebumps behind. You gasped at that, and Stephen took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth.

Your heart pounded heavily against your chest as he deepened the kiss. His tongue tangled and clashed with yours. Twisting and rolling, leaving you both breathless and panting.  He was kissing you with desperation–a need that was new to you. You moaned at the sweetness that lingered on his tongue, and every time he let out a low, rumbling groan, you felt your panty dampen slightly.  

Stephen walked you backward until the back of your knees hit something soft. You quickly pulled away from the kiss, only to find the two of you standing right in your bedroom. “Did you just teleport us here?” It was a dumb question, but you felt the need for some air–or at least something that doesn’t involve Stephen Strange sticking his tongue down your throat.

“Yes,” he said firmly as he discarded his suit jacket and dropped it right onto the floor. He looked flushed, disheveled almost by the way strays of his neatly combed hair came undone. His fingers tugged at his tie impatiently, loosening it before he undid a few buttons at the top till he revealed his chiseled chest. The sight made your throat go dry.

 Stephen’s mouth was on you again, this time he was less discreet than before. He kissed you with urgency and hunger that set your nerve ablaze. He gently laid you down on your soft mattress while his mouth was still on yours. His lips traveled southward, and your body surrendered to him without a thought. Your head tilted to the side, revealing the tender skin of your neck to him. His lips trailed down, tongue grazed slightly here and there as if he was tasting you. A throaty moan ripped between your lips as Strange suckled on your pulse point, and gently nipped at it before licking the same spot over. His free hand slowly lowered the straps of your dress to your waist. He stared at you momentarily as if to admire a piece of art–No, you were more than a piece of art to him. You were the sun, the moon, and the universe all wrapped up into one. You were the cosmic force that keep him grounded all this time.

Stephen said nothing before he lowered his head to kiss you once more. His name fell from your lips in no more than a breathless whisper as his beard tickled your skin, making you ache and throb for him. Stephen was lost in the moment as his lips were lingering in the space between the valley of your breasts. 

You called out his name once again as your arms snaked around his head. Stephen Strange moaned deeply, sending a reverberation through you as if to assure you that he wasn’t going anywhere. He captured your taut peak in his mouth and began to suckle on it. He was sucking gently at first, then harder, gently nipping at the bud till you cried out, only to soothe you gently with his tongue.

He moved on top of you and pulled your dress all the way off your body. You laid there completely bare underneath him. Stephen’s hand moved to the juncture between your legs and let his fingers graze at your clothed slit. His nostrils flared as he let out a sharp exhale when he found that your panty was drenching.

Stephen gently rubbed you through your panty, eliciting a soft gasping noise out of you first before he ripped the flimsy fabric away from you. His mouth moved to your breast once more, tongue flickering over the sensitive bud, while his dexterous fingers gently pry you open. Your first instinct was to close your legs, but Stephen wasn’t having it. He pressed his knees wide, forcing you to open to him. 

Your head fell back against the soft mattress when you felt that he was knuckle deep inside you as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you with ease. A shaky moan slipped out of your lips as he pulled his digits back and pushed them inside you again while his mouth was still occupied by your tit.

You begged him almost pathetically, your hand bunched at his hair when he pressed his thumb against your clit. 

“Say my name again, baby,” he murmured. The low baritone voice made your pussy throb and clenched around his fingers. Only Stephen Strange had that sort of effect on you. He was watching you now, probing himself on his elbow while the other hand continued to pump in and out of your pussy with vigor.

A smile etched upon his lips as he felt your body tense up around him. Still, he continued with a relentless pace until an orgasm ripped right out of you, causing your body to strain and spasm. Your face scrunched up as you dug your heels into the mattress as the first wave of euphoria washed over you.  

“That’s it, baby. Cum to me. Squeeze on my fingers like you want to squeeze on my cock.” Stephen growled as he pressed his forehead onto yours. Perspiration dampened it while you could only reply with a choking sob. 

Stephen finally removed his fingers from your sopping wetness as he stared at you. His lips pressed against your forehead. He kissed you tenderly before he pulled back and began to unbuckle his pants. 

You watched him with half hooded eyes as he got up from the bed and hastily removed his pants. You swallowed as you watched him stroking himself. The sight made your pussy throb once more as more slick was leaking out of you. Stephen licked his lips at that. 

“I don’t have a condom,” he admitted sheepishly as he continued to stroke his erect cock. It was hard to concentrate on his words when your brain only wanted one thing. 

“I’m on birth control…” you told him as you sat up and pulled him to you. Stephen settled between your thighs once more. His face strained, jaw clenched tightly as he rubbed the head of his cock along your slit. The action made your legs shake slightly as your eyes caught his. “It’s ok, Stephen.”

He growled at the invitation before he swiftly entered you, causing you to hissed sharply. A strangled moan left his lips as your tightness enveloped him. You could feel Strange tremble above you as he was trying to control himself from moving too erratically. Stephen pulled back then eased himself back in again till he was all the way in. His hips arched fluidly, driving himself in and out of you with fervor. You could feel his balls slapped against your ass every time he sheathed himself inside of you.

His hard body pressed against yours closely that you could feel every twitch of his muscles, coiling and bunching from the effort of his movements. Your arms wounded around his neck again as he rutted into you. His lips found your neck once more as he kissed and nipped at it. 

You were getting close again as that familiar tightness at the pit of your stomach threatened to snap. It wasn’t long now until that delicious burst of euphoria ripped through you again. It didn’t take long till you cried out and clenched around him, milking him until he too reached his own release. Still, Stephen was still chasing his own, fucking you and using you to sate his own appetite.

Stephen came not too long after, spending himself right onto your stomach. His body went limp next to you, panting and exhausted from the deed. 

The silence stretched out between the two of you. Where would you go from here? You and Stephen had yet to establish what this was? Was this a one-time deal? Were his words simply a lie or was everything simply a dream to you?

You felt him stirring beside you before his warmness left your body. Your first initial thought was that he was leaving, but that sort of negativity soon melted away when he came back with a damp towel pressed against your stomach. His movement was gentle, yet exact. Still, you could feel his trembling hand moving over your stomach.

Your eyes caught him again, and words failed you. You didn’t know what to say. 

“I suppose you are wondering what we are now?”

You nodded. You wanted to laugh because you really didn’t expect to have this type of conversation at all with him when you were both naked. 

“You’ve never told me who that someone is–the person that makes you happy.”

Stephen Strange was caught off guard for the first time in his life as he could only react with an “Oh.”

Your face warned once more as your heart drummed against your chest. A knowing smile quirked on his lips. “Well, It’s you, sweetheart. It has always been you.”

The word rolled off his tongue easily, making your stomach do a backflip. You couldn’t hide the smile anymore when he leaned and brushed his nose against your cheek, kissing you and whispering naughty things into your ears.

Perhaps, this wasn’t a dream after all.

[syngrafaes09]

Pivot | Dr Strange x Y/N

In continuation of 'I can help with that'

Masterlist

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

Warnings: Absolutely 18+

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, but—”

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

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

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

“Naked and aroused,” she corrected.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I n-need you in me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You are. This is a penance.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t beg,” Stephen snapped.

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

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

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

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

How have I turned into such sex hungry woman?

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

She shivered as the wave of heat washed over her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah,” he moaned, “S-so close.”

Amazed by her own boldness, she stroked him harder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, doctor!”

“Do you like that, baby?”

She nodded wordlessly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Have you ever tried?”

She shook her head.

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

“I want to but that thing is scary.”

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

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

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

“How does it feel?”

“Weird.”

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

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

“Okay,” she murmured.

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

“Squeeze and relax,” he guided.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She snorted and squeezed her muscles making him hiss.

“I don't want you to get preg-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Studying or having sex?”

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

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

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[eviesaurusrex]

“ᴍʀꜱ. ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ.” | ꜱ. ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ

Stephen Strange x Avenger!Wife!Reader

summary: It’s YN’s and Stephen’s wedding day. That’s it.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: nothing, just tooth rotting fluff, but some suggestive bits if you squint, some bickering between Tony and Stephen

author’s note: That’s just a “little” drabble because I need to get back into writing Stephen <3 Totally self-indulging here because I want that Stephen to be my husband bye

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The buzzing sound of almost 150 guests echoed through the lavishly decorated venue while waiters and waitresses glided through the crowd to fulfill every guest’s wish and desire for the booze and appetizers Tony had personally handpicked. The memory alone of the Stark, sitting at the kitchen counter with an assortment of every possible canapé one could imagine, made her eyes roll, but a smile tucked at her lips.

He may not be her biological brother, but he damn sure behaved like one ever since she sat foot into the former Stark Tower, following a busy Fury and Hill, and didn’t know what to expect.

Now, at this very moment, it felt like another life. Now, she was one of the most powerful beings – and married.

Looking down on the hand that held the glass full of the (probably immensely expensive) white wine she had secured at the bar, the two silver bands twinkled up to her – one with more shiny stones she had ever imagined to have, and the other more simple but just as beautiful as her engagement ring. Older guests had suggested to take off the first promise to fully (and proudly) display the second promise given today, but one needed to kill her in order to get that ring off her finger.

Softly shaking her head, YN leaned against a pillar, took a sip of the cooled wine, and closed her eyes for just a second. She only needed a minute to destress and savor some sanity before heading back into the loud environment of which she was the centerpiece. Somehow the invitation list had gotten longer and longer and up to a number she never imagined hosting a wedding for. It was strange how life could change, but YN never wanted it a different way.

Long strides crept closer and closer, but she almost didn’t catch them, too deep in thought and enamored by the view in front of her. They had been lucky with the weather all day long, and now, the most beautiful of sunsets graced her eyes. A sigh escaped her softly colored lips, full of contentment and happiness.

“Mrs. Strange,” a voice in her back startled YN a bit. Still, she turned her body slightly and looked over her shoulder to spot the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on. A smile full of contentment, but mild wonder, etched itself on her lips. “That’s me,” YN grinned, still not over the fact that she indeed married this dream of a man.

Stephen smiled down at her after he took the last two steps to stand directly in front of her – his wife – and cupped one of her cheeks to press a soft kiss on her lips.

“Yes, that’s you,” the sorcerer whispered and kissed her another time while he wrapped his arm around her waist and held her close. YN had her eyes closed, savoring the feeling and the calm moment between them. It was the first since the photo session had ended, and the guests had demanded their full attention and availability. She had obliged because, after all, most of them were considered family in her eyes. But now, after almost four hours of mingling, small talks, and barely any time for the newlyweds to themselves, she had enough.

Another sigh escaped her lips as YN gently rested her forehead against his chest, and she promised herself to only stay there for a few seconds. But as always, she couldn’t move after Stephen had bent down his head to press a soft kiss on top of her hair. His big hand stretched itself over her almost bare back (the dress may seem a bit over the top with the low cut back, covering the exposed skin only by a thin layer of lace, but it had spoken to her in that damn dress showroom) and started a pattern of soothing brushes and strokes. She could feel the slight shakiness in it, but she knew him better than herself, and that’s why she was certain that it was worse than usual. She raised her head again and furrowed her eyebrows, wrinkled her forehead, and studied his handsome face.

Stephen knew that look in her eyes all too well, and she didn’t need to ask the question laying on her tongue – but she did nonetheless. “Is everything alright?” Forgotten was the glass of wine that had found its new home on the small table just around the pillar (which was actually a plant stand, but it didn’t matter), and YN grasped his arm to pull the moving hand from her back. She enveloped it with both her hands – one was too small and not enough – and with her thumb, gently rubbed over the scars on his knuckles and long, elegant fingers. The sorcerer nodded, almost invisible to unknowing eyes. “Long day,” he said, and YN cooed lowly before pressing a kiss on the back of his hand and removing the lipstick stain with a soft laugh.

“We could just… run and flee. Start the honeymoon earlier. It’s our party, after all,” the bride suggested with a mischievous gleam in her eyes, and Stephen shook his head, a chuckle rumbling in his chest. Instead of taking her hand and doing just that, the man put his arm back around his wife’s waist and looked her up and down. “And being robbed of the opportunity to show my gorgeous wife off? Please.” He bent down and whispered, “I need to imprint the fact that you’re off the market and mine into every single brain of all those foolish boys.”

He straightened himself again and smirked his signature smug grin at the sight of her lovely blushed cheeks. YN hit him against his chest with an open hand and scoffed. “As if they didn’t know that already.” She rolled her eyes at his antics, but Stephen only grinned. But then, she grasped his black tie to pull him closer to her. Their bodies were pressed firmly against each other, which was another promise for the upcoming night, but one of the more suggestive kind. Stephen caught himself with a hand propped upon the cool stone of the pillar in her back, right next to her face, and her other hand was placed at the nape of his neck, fingers softly carding through the short hair there.

Now it was her lips that softly touched his ear. “Everyone in there knows that I was always yours, without a pause or doubt. Ever since meeting you, it had always been you, and only you. I wouldn’t have needed a big wedding or a ring at all to prove to the world that I belong to Stephen Strange and him alone, but I did it because I loved the prospect of wearing your rings and showing you off.”

YN’s lips brushed from his ear over his jaw until they reached the corner of his mouth. The breath had caught itself in his throat, and with a low growl, Stephen pulled her even closer – if that was even possible. “You’re making an unholy man out of me, wife,” he rasped, but YN laughed at that with a twinkle in her eyes. “You were never a holy man, Stephen, don’t try to fool lil ol’ me.” She kissed the corner of his mouth another time before rubbing the lipstick off it. “But keep your dirty thoughts to yourself for just an hour longer because I see the rest of the not-so-secret secret boy band coming right up to us.”

At the sound of Stark’s voice, the sorcerer had to roll his eyes in annoyance. Was it too much to ask to get his wife to himself? But he straightened his posture nonetheless.

“The wedding was a complete success. No running on his part, but I’m not sure which outcome I would have liked better.” Stephen rolled his eyes – Tony never was a fan of their relationship, not to mention the engagement – and Steve cleared his throat and smiled at the pair. “Again, congratulations. Don’t mind him or his words.” Thor wasn’t far behind with his reply. “I caught him crying during the ceremony, Lady YN.” Scott nodded in approval. “Even heard him saying something nice about Harry Potter.” Now it was YN to roll her eyes and shake her head. “You lot are insufferable,” she grinned before trying to push Stephen to say something, but that man was stubborn as a brick wall.

Instead of saying something, he surprised everyone around him – plus herself – by scooping his wife into his arms and carrying her from the balcony. “Party is over, Stark,” he spoke over his shoulder while YN started to giggle and chuckle. “We’re having a private party.” At his mumbled words into her ear, the woman grinned brightly, and a laugh escaped her at the sight of an opening portal that showed her most favorite spot in all of New York City.

“I finally can dance with my deadly handsome husband in peace and without any of those pestering stares of all those drooling women.”

Now it was Stephen who grinned and put her down on the soft grassy ground of The Battery, the portal closing behind him with a soft swoosh. The couple ignored the surprised stares of the few people that mingled in the park to get a good look at Miss Liberty.

“I never looked at them. Didn’t even know that they were there.” YN smiled up to him while he pulled her close, both hands around her waist, her hands back in his neck. “I know,” she whispered with a confidence unknown to her before Stephen came into the picture.

With him, she knew that this was a forever kind of thing.

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[imeternallylove]

Like what? - S.Strange

Pairing: Stephen Strange x reader

Genre: just smut 🤤🤟🏻

Warning: none

Word: approx 900

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The door slammed shut behind him as your boyfriend stormed in, growling, “I’m mad.”

Cutting your eyes at him, you snapped, “Don’t break my freaking door.”

Stephen was at your side in a heartbeat, leering over you with a very frustrated and equally hungry look on his face. “I like when you yell at me,” he flirted, cocking an eyebrow.

Scoffing, you rose to meet him, grabbing the collar of his shirt in your hands. “You know, when you’re needy, it’s really obvious.”

“I tried,” your boyfriend whined, winking dramatically at you. “Now, can you help me with this really big problem in my pants?”

Pouting your lips, you teased, “oh, big problem, you say?”

He nodded, puffing up his cheeks to look cute and pathetic. Gosh, did it work.

“You seem tense and stressed,” you crooned, gripping his biceps and massaging them before working your way to his chest.

Swallowing loudly, Stephen grabbed your hips and kneaded at your waist.

“I’ll make you a deal,” you said softly, bringing your lips to the side of his neck and pressing a loud, open-mouthed kiss.

“Mm, what’s that?” he hummed, tightening his hold on you.

You stared into his eyes and told him, “I’m going to bend over the back of this couch and let you fuck all that stress out, on the one condition, I better finish.”

“Fuck yes, you will,” he growled.

Smirking up at him, you pecked a quick kiss on his lips and followed your promise, spinning on your heels and grabbing the top of the kitchen counter. With your plump butt offered to him in shorts, he drew a blank, standing there with his jaw slacked before he came back to his senses.

The belt jingled and his jeans hit the floor around his ankles. A hand slid between your thighs, fingers working their way around the material of your shorts and panties before pushing between your lower lips. You braced your forearms on the cold surface of the counter and bit your lip, inhaling sharply as a digit pumped inside you.

“You’re wet enough,” Stephen rasped a moment later, yanking your panties and shorts down your legs, without bothering to free them from your ankles. A second later, the head of his member was at your entrance.

“Mmph,” you exhaled as he thrust into you, bruising your hips with his restraint. He curved gently at first, steadily picking up speed until he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Damn it,” Stephen groaned, squeezing your waist in a death grip as he pounded into you, letting out all his stress and anger and borderline exhausting himself.

Your legs buckled at this, struggling with the intensity of his thrusts into your core, and you wavered on tiptoes, trying to use more of the counter where it has dinner over there for balance.

In a heartbeat, Stephen wrapped his arms around your waist, driving you back into his chest. His hand was at your jaw, turning your head so he could lick at your lips before sliding his tongue between them. Fingers moved to your clit, rolling and pinching at the rhythm of his hips.

"Steph..." You whimpered, your eyes rolling, and your back instinctively slumped down into the frigid surface, both of your legs on his firmly gripped arms. “S-so good, babeㅡ“ all you do while he works hard on his sex-making job is only whine beneath him, every move of his hips thrusting in and out eagerly more than you could bear, it's smack your face and showing you how wet you are.

“Shh…” he grunted, bumping your core more speedy and pulled out when he sensed you reach your cloud nine before him just as usual, Stephen grins that you finally splash out to your orgasm juice all at once. He then holding you against him possessively while chasing the high for you both. And when you put out your tongue in lots of pleasure, his white sticky cum splashes all over your face.

“Ahㅡ you made me came so fast, Y/N.”

”Hmm, and your taste so good.”

You laughed as you licked your lips and bite your fingernails, you spotted him slip his cock and release even more sperm on your stomach. His stiff cock, which still stands upright and points at your face, is quite endearing.

Stephen isn't done with you yet, and you know it, which is why he has got his hand on your hips again. When his tip slides, circling on your wet fold, till he pushes it into you and buries his palms on the back of your head, you begin to quaver moan once more.

He starts to fuck you again, this time slowly as you always pleasing.

“I really want to stay like this forever,” 

“Like what? Like this?” With chuckling, you brushing his sweaty hair on his brow upward. “Then how we gonna walk while your dick inside me ‘like this.’” 

He smirked, shrugging. "Maybe like this." Then he quickly lifts you up off the counter, his muscular arm now pressing on your spine to support the weight of you.  It makes you scream with thrill, tie your legs around his quickly, your palm confusedly gripping his shoulder and then wrapped around his neck, his hard cock too deep.

“Oh一” you cried out, shuddered and grasping for breath, “fuck, oh my, fuckㅡ Stephen!”

“I got you, baby girl.”

oi oi

[oreosmilkshakes]

Adore You

Pairing: Stephen Strange x fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,038

Warnings: Mild Spoilers for DSMoM! 

A/N: I don’t remember the dialogue so please excuse it :DD. This fic was inspired by a post on Tumblr I saw which said something about Stephen saving the reader from a bad man. I hope ya’ll enjoyed it! (also I wrote this in like an hour and a half and it was more to a fluffy side)

Edit: (also, I found the post! :D)

Comments/feedback are appreciated!

Taglist: NIL

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[Name] never understood the true meaning of love until she met Stephen Strange. The first time she met the Sorcerer, he had saved her before a large concrete debris could squish her during the Black Order’s attack on Earth seven years ago. Unfortunately, she was a victim of the snap and five years of her life were gone, just like that.

In an attempt to gain traction of normality, [Name] spent a majority of her time in New York where she met with Stephen again. Little did they know, it would sprout into a beautiful relationship. A coffee offer turned into a date and a date turned into a two-year healthy relationship. Stephen was the first one to confess. He was ready to let go of his hold on Christine and move on. He found a future with [Name] and he vowed to not mess it up the same way he did with Christine.

It became his biggest regret.

Stephen woke up with a frantic yell, cold sweat coated his bare body. His chest heaved continuously, the nightmare plagued his mind. It felt all too real too. Stephen raised a hand, fingers pushing hair away from his forehead as he forced himself to absorb the experience. Turning to his lover’s side of the bed, he found it to be empty.

“[Name?],” Stephen called out, only silence greeted him. That’s when he realised that [Name] had an early shift in the cafe. The cold was familiar but that doesn’t mean he liked it. Stephen very much prefers waking up next to [Name].

Pushing the duvet off, his attention was caught to his side table, an opened envelope rested against the bedside lamp. Stephen picked it up, mentally slapping himself for almost forgetting about Christine’s wedding. With a wave of his hand, his closet doors opened. But before he did anything else, he picked up his phone. There were ‘work’ emails and texts from Wong. Among all that, Stephen smiled when he spotted her name. He tapped on the message.

[Name]: Good morning, handsome! I left some breakfast for you in the kitchen. Have fun at Christine’s wedding! And send my regards to her

His smile widened at the attached photo of his lover dressed in her barista attire with a fellow colleague. She was winking, tongue sticking out with a peace sign held up beside her head. Shaking his head at her childish yet adorable behaviour, he left his phone to freshen up with [Name] on his mind.

Stephen waved his hand, his tie magically bound itself around his neck. He slipped on the black blazer, smoothing the fabric down. The Cloak levitated by the mirror and with another wave of his hand, the sentient fabric was disguised as a red handkerchief for his breast pocket. He looked good but he was sure he would look better with [Name] on his arm.

Fastening his watch on his wrist, the very same one [Name] gifted him on their first anniversary. Stephen smiled fondly at it, the crystal glinted under the dimmed light. His thumb brushed the leather, shaking his head to snap himself back to reality.

He had better leave or else he would be late for the wedding

Stephen arrived at the church by walking. He prefered this way. He recognised the street too, noticing that just a few blocks down was the cafe [Name] worked at. He made a mental note to pick her up after the wedding, only then reminding himself that she would end her shift around the time of the reception.

He walked past the doors, the church was bustling lightly with guests of the wedding. Stephen looked around- He always knew how much Christine loved simplicity. He chose to sit a short distance from the altar, just to watch Christine and her new husband share their vows.

He took his seat, waiting patiently until the ceremony began. When the doors opened, flower girls led the bride, littering flowers in the path she walked. The guests stood, Stephen included. Christine had a big smile on her lips as she held the bouquet of flowers in her hands, walking down the aisle.

Their eyes briefly met and Stephen knew that old Stephen would still be in love with her. But he wasn’t. He loved [Name] with all his heart.

However, Stephen couldn’t help but imagine this wedding to be his own with [Name]. ‘When the time is right,’ The Sorcerer thought, his focus brought back to the wedding.

The reception was at an adjacent building to the church. Stephen was alone, sipping on a martini when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned, meeting with the new bride.

A soft smile spread on his lips.

“Christine,”

“Stephen,”

“Congratulations on the wedding,”

Christine smiled, adjusting her gown.

“Thank you,”

Silence.

“So..I saw that you were alone. Where’s [Name]?,” She began.

Stephen set his drink down.

“Last minute shift at work. She sends her regard,”

Christine laughed lightly, nodding.

“I’ll be sure to thank her when I see her again. Although, I hope the next wedding I attend is yours and [Name]’s,” Christine teased.

Stephen found himself growing more and more comfortable with these light and almost teasing conversations with Christine. He hated past Stephen’s treatment of her but he had the time to fix their relationship. It was good probably because [Name] forced him to set it all right and Stephen loved her more for that.

A woman tapped on Christine’s shoulder, whispering something to her before leaving.

The shorter woman looked up at Stephen.

“I have to go. Enjoy the rest of the reception,” And she left, leaving Stephen to order another glass of martini.

For the next two hours, Stephen forced himself to mingle around. He wasn’t surprised to find fans of him attending the wedding too and he was humble to be their favourite. He was on his fifth martini and he looked down at his watch. He needed some fresh air so he left for the balcony.

The warm sun struck his face and Stephen sighed softly in relief. He looked down below, watching New Yorkers go about their day as well as vehicles cluttering the street below.

As his eyes scanned the street below, he spotted a distant figure looking all too familiar. It was [Name], bag clutched to her chest and another man pestering her by the looks of it.

Stephen’s eyes darken, fingers gripping the stem of the martini glass.

[Name] thanked her manager for the early release. It was two in the afternoon and she was exhausted from the lunch crowd. She held her bag close, leaving the cafe hastily in the direction of the Sanctorum. Greenwich Village wasn’t big so everything was within walking distance, probably.

[Name] had a spring in her step as she walked, excited to see Stephen at home looking all handsome in his suit. Stephen had dropped her a photo of his wear for the wedding and she had to excuse herself to the back of the cafe to swoon to herself. Despite their two years of relationship, [Name] could never get enough of Stephen and he was the same. She imagined him looking magically handsome in their imagined wedding, an audible sigh escaping her lips.

However, her little dream bubble was interrupted when a man tapped on her shoulder.

“Hey, miss! Sorry but I can’t help but notice you. You’re really pretty, you know that?”

Uncomfort grew largely in her chest, swallowing as [Name] tried to ignore the pesky man but to no avail.

She walked faster and even if she did, the man caught up to her.

“Hey come on now, pretty lady. Don’t ignore me like that,” He grinned an ugly grin and she turned to him.

“Leave me alone,” She snapped, rolling her eyes.

This wasn’t her first time being approached by men who clearly couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. The other two times, Stephen was there to protect her but right now, [Name] was alone and she had to protect herself. A last result method would be the little device Stephen gave you to protect yourself.

It was a little spray tube that when sprayed at, the victim would fall asleep on the spot.

[Name] rummaged her bag for the little tube but she didn’t feel anything. Did she leave it at home?

‘Of all the days,’ [Name] groaned.

[Name] felt a hand caught her wrist and she tensed as the man had that same ugly smile on his face.

“Come on! Just try to get to know me, yeah? I’m really a good guy,”

He had a vice grip to her wrist and the more [Name] struggled, the more her wrist hurt.

Stephen has had enough. He downed the last of his drink, turning to politely return the glass to a waiting staff. Grabbing his handkerchief, he flicked it out, the Cloak was out of its disguise. Stephen vaulted off the balcony, the Cloak wrapped around his shoulders to save its master. He switched his suit for his blue robes, swiftly flying down to [Name]. Wedding guests and nearby passersby gasped at the mini show, watching as Doctor Strange heroically save a woman.

He grabbed the man by the collar, pulling him off the woman.

[Name] winced, rubbing her wrist, stepping away to give Stephen some space.

“Listen here, asshole. I don’t appreciate you treating my woman like that. Hell, or any woman like that. It doesn't hurt to treat them with some decency and respect,” Stephen growled, blue eyes dark with pools of fiery anger hiding behind them.

He tightened his grip to the frightened man’s collar.

“If I ever see you disrespecting anyone else, I will do so much worse than this. Now leave,” Stephen hissed, shoving the man back and just before he could run, the Cloak gave his head a final,  hard smack as a form of warning.

He wasted no time picking [Name] up bridal style, the woman squeaked in embarrassment from the sudden act that she buried her face in Stephen as he flew back to the Sanctorum.

Stephen set her down on her feet, his hands held her waist as [Name] let out a heavy sigh of relief. Her cheeks were still red and hair was a slight mess from the wind.

“Thank you..I was beginning to think he was never going to go away,”

Stephen cracked a small smile, a hand moving up to cup her cheek.

“Don’t thank me. I was nearby,”

[Name] squinted hard before snapping her finger.

“Right! Christine’s wedding was close. Oh, thank you so much, honey,”

She leaned up, giving him a tight hug and a sweet kiss to his cheek.

All anger Stephen felt dissipated into nothingness, heart cooled from the affectionate gesture. His other hand held [Name]’s wrist, the one where the man held tightly. It was red and felt relieved when he noted that it would not bruise.

“I’m alright, Stephen,”

“I know, baby, but I just have to check,”

[Name] smiled. He cared so much and she felt so loved by how much she cared for him. She was no hero but she did her very best in only giving Stephen the best form of love he could receive from her.

Stephen’s hand moved to her waist again, gripping it tightly before leaning in until their foreheads touched. He leaned in further.

[Name] laughed lightly, leaning in for a kiss too.

But a heavy shake of the ground pulled both out of their little world.

“What was that?”

Stephen pulled away completely, rushing towards the edge of the roof to look down below.

In the distant street, people were screaming and running away from something.

“Trouble. I have to go,” Stephen levitated, ready to leave.

“Wait!” [Name] rushed to Stephen, tugging him down. She planted a kiss to his lips, giggling lightly from the tickle of his goatee against her chin.

“I love you. Now go save New York, Doctor Strange!” She cheered, stepping back. She waved to Stephen, the Sorcerer had a wide smile and never has she seen Stephen Strange smile so widely, especially one filled with so much love and adoration.

[futureplayboibunnie]

‘Sincere’

Dr Strange x fem! reader

- OH MY FUCKING GOD. this is the longest smut fic i’ve ever done and i think it’ll remain my fav forevermore. dom!Stephen has me feral no joke. enemies to lovers is my niche. it’s my baby and i’m feeding y’all bc i spent so damn long on this one. enjoy u sluts x

he’s so fine i just wanna bake for him

Who's fault was it?

No one really knew.

It was simply one of those things the universe designed even though it was completely manufactured by you and Stephen alone. Resentment is a funny thing, it was a hilarious thing when you and Doctor fucking Strange were involved - how can two people who work together hate each other on such a cellular level? You weren't even sure how he even had the grounds to hate you, to be so sure of something when you couldn't even place how he even got to this conclusion. Well...that's a lie. It was something that you couldn't even get into. It wasn't even about petty insults or arguments anymore. Stephen was seriously messing with your head in ways you simply didn't have the time to comprehend.

Stephen was always so fast. Obnoxious. Relentless and an aphrodesiac.

He honestly thinks he has the skill set to fuck every woman he sees, it wasn't unheard of. Stephen Strange believed himself to be this sauve master of pulling women, knowing what makes them tick, knowing how to get them down and dirty for him. Prince fucking Charming...well…without the sunny personality and gentlemanly persona. Did he even know what object permanence was? Stephen was never one for relationships, this was something everyone knew and believed. His work, his duties always came first but he was prone to entertaining sometimes. Everyone knew he wasn’t one for relationships.

He literally believed that himself. Relationships were never really on the cards for a guy like him. But now, you were the card counter, skewing his game, cheating the game he himself made up.

You were stubborn. A tick under his skin. Born to hang on, born to win, born to never give up or change your opinion and the one he's come to expect the most from you- you were born to never finish an argument. Arguments between you and Stephen can brew out of lot of things, stupid things, casual things- anything. Mission plans. Choice of weapon. Coffee. Fucking laundry. You would bicker like an old married couple and it was becoming distracting to the point where it would make people talk- at Kamar Taj, the Sanctum and the Avengers Compound. You both weren't safe anywhere. The last time he fucked you over it had gone too far, he exploited his photographic memory to point out every single thing you did wrong on the battlefield. Stephen can mock you, judge you for your rotten personality but he could never ever insult the way you carried out your work- he couldn't take that away from you. What made it worse is that he literally did it infront of everyone, your friends, peers and the people you respected.

The whole situation made you frustrated. And when the frustration builds and you think you could explode- you take a deep breath. You want to shout at his face, have a tantrum and beat your hands on the ground like a spoiled brat or rich kid that always get what they want. You want to vent, find the softest parts of him and just twist the knife. But do you really want to stoop to his level? It's just so easy to be cruel in the moment and then after that the damage is done- but that's the pussy way out, something someone with better judgement would obviously do. You weren't feeling warm and fuzzy about him at all, it was time to turn the tables on Stephen.

It was your turn to do your own sleuthing. It was more than he deserved.

Stephen was out of the Sanctum and you had nothing better to do...so you decided to do some snooping. A man always hides his secrets in his room and Stephen was no ordinary man so whatever he's hiding will defintely be worth your while.

Angry isn't a rational look on Stephen. He felt that there was a ghostly cord hanging upon his spine and pulling him back like a puppet on a string. You were the puppetmaster. As with most primitive emotions, when anger is directed by the logic, empathy and creativity of the higher brain, it becomes an element of the hero personality. Stephen often questioned if he was a hero sometimes, he definitely wasn't the hero in your story...he couldn't be after everything you've both been through. Women weren't a mystery to him. You weren't a mystery, you were a whole goddamn conspiracy. It's weird and it's like you took a small bite out of his brain and it sent him in a permanent zombie state. Stephen was at his wits end.

The Sanctum was like a barren landscape, no one was there and a sigh of relief escaped you. You were at Stephen's bedroom door and you actually felt a twinge of anxiety sever your nerve endings. He was so cunning, you were sure he could jump out at you at any moment.

The door was fucking solid, etched in ancient oak and runic markings. You were surprised when you tried for the door handle and it opened, creaking it open you were happy to see that he wasn't there. Your first thought when you viewed his room that it was so fucking Stephen. Perhaps you had paid a little more attention to him than you had realised. The thought was startling. Spellbooks were strewn all over the room, did he even take care of his sacred relics? They were priceless. The walls were artifact adorned and priceless paintings were hung and championed like trophies, you couldn't stifle your eye rolling at his pompous nature. It was like he was dedicated to being pretentious. Other than his books, his room was immaculate. He was such a clean freak and it obviously it had to come out in a place that he was supposed to be the most comfortable in. Stephen's bed was massive, it was so regal and royal. You wondered how many women he fucked in this very bed. The kind of positions he put them in, how many times he made them cum. You frowned at the thought.

Why should you even care?

Your legs instantly gravitated towards his bedside table. Men hide all sorts of things in their bedside table. You had to be quick, you had a mission briefing in like twenty minutes and you were sure the rest wouldn't be happy if you showed up late. Stephen's bedside was neat but it was freakishly neat, too neat- you knew he was hiding something. You opened it up and you damn near stopped breathing.

Your heart stopped. Full throttle.

The drawer was full of sex toys? You scoffed, eyes paling at the sight. Your fingers traced over the velveteen and you had to bite your lip to conceal your shit eating grin- now this was interesting. You pulled out and examined the silk blindfold. Blindfold? Jesus Christ. Stephen was into kink? Of course he was, it was glaring, clear as day but you couldn't really contain the extent of your surprise. Why was this pleasing you so goddamn much?

It's so telling.

What really caught your attention was these silver metal balls that were strung together by a thick woven string. Oh? You were curious as to what these did...how did Stephen- what did he….? Absolved in your own thoughts that you simply couldn't bridle, you couldn't even hear that Stephen was at the door.

He was stood there, bewildered at first to see you in his space, in his room. Stephen should've been mad- seething actually especially at you but he just let you do your snooping. You were such a curious little thing, curiosity was your on button and he honestly thought it could get you killed. But in this case he'd allow it, considering that look. He was pleased.

Very pleased indeed.

Why isn't he angry with you right now? Why isn't he screaming and yelling at you to get out? He was gawking at you like a fool but he was enjoying it, seeing you come to so many new revelations about him and what he was really like and what he really wanted.

‘’What are you looking for?’’ Stephen finally cracked through the silence with a condescending question. He knew what you were doing and you felt like you were being scolded by the principle for cheating.

‘’Uhm…dirt.’’ You said with a fake plastic dazzling smile.

‘’You find anything?’’ He raised a quizzical brow, already knowing what you were looking at.

‘’I'm finding out things about you that you'd rather go unseen.’’

‘’Are you blackmailing me?’’ Stephen asked as he was treading over to you, hoping to intimidate you slightly but you weren't backing down.

‘’No. I'm threatening you.’’

‘’Oh you're cold.’’ He smirked down at you, attempting to pysche you out to make you feel off your game but you were at your wits end, you were simply not prone to his mind games anymore.

‘’And you're a masochist. You get off on this?’’ You smirked at him as you dangle the silver balls inbetween your faces.

Stephen scoffed. ‘’You're probing on my private life and now you're morally policing me?’’

You had a puzzled look on your face and Stephen revelled in it. He took the time to look at you in this resolve and he simply couldn't resist applying a label on you- stunning- when you weren't pelting him with insults and ransacking his room, but it did build his adrenaline when you finally saw the real him. Passionate. Rageful. Intimate. You had a pretty face, a banging body...why not make you squirm and have fun in the process.

‘’What even are these?’’ You recoiled as you held them, genuinely confused as to what they did. How did you even wear them? What did they even do?

A devious idea was mentally forming in his head, although he wasn't sure if you'd agree to it, especially considering your feud. But you were here, peacefully discussing the use of sex toys. You'd definitely leave if you didn't want to be here. You were smirking up at him and he let a sly smile form on his face. God. He wanted to fuck that stupid smirk off of you. It'll happen soon enough.

‘’What, you want me to give you a crash course or something?'’ Stephen stared down at your glassy eyes, so unclear of what you were thinking.

Come on, you needed to give him some sort of direction, you were awfully distracting. He didn't have the time to bend you over now.

Your mouth was running itself before your brain could even check it.

‘’Yes. Actually.’’ You confirmed and Stephen couldn't really fathom you saying those words. Yes! ‘’Surprise me.’’ You chided, you seemed way too chipper about this idea.

Fucking hell. You felt the density of the air changed immintently, it thrummed against your brainwaves. Flirting? With Stephen Strange? Now he was going to show you...whatever those balls do.

Shit. He could make or break you right now.

‘’Open your mouth.’’ Stephen ordered softly. Your face paralysed in shock at his request and you found yourself mindlessly obeying his command-your curiosity outwon you again.

Your mouth popped open and Stephen was satisfied that you actually did what you were told for once.

Fuck, that mouth of yours. Your lips. Your body. He had blinders on it before but now you were flaunting yourself off for him, only him- even if you were disguising it at as an educational opportunity.

Stephen thought that you were as dirty a he was. He slipped the balls in that sweet wet mouth.

‘’We need to get them wet. Suck.’’ Stephen hummed, completely satisfied with himself. Although that was shaken when your eyes just widened and you weren't actually doing anything.

‘’I'm not gonna ask again.’’ His head tilted down, eyes darkening as he warned you again. He didn't have time to. You actually took his warning though, wich he was equally as surprised by.

You began suckling on it, they were smooth and cool and your mouth had a bizarre reaction to it. Jesus Christ. Images of you down on your knees sucking him off, choking and gagging around him made his dick twitch in his pants. What was he, fourteen? You flashed him a brazen look, giving him those fuck-me eyes, batting your lashes as if you were this innocent little thing- all lies. Sweet lies. Stephen dragged them out of your mouth and you let them go with a pop, letting out a shaky exhale afterwards.

‘’What was that for?’’ You asked and blinked up at him dumbly. You didn't even realise how pathetic you sounded.

‘’You'll see.’’ He quipped and that just made you even more nervous. ‘’Now turn. Bend over.’’ He said under his breath, attempting to conceal his obvious smile. You tensed yourself when he thought of you as that breakable. You were not breakable. Hell no.

Stephen Strange asked you to bend over. Fucking bend over. What was he going to do? What did he want to do? You never once imagined yourself doing what he asked, but once again you did. Lust can be fun, not trustworthy, but you didn't have time to think it through properly, no time under that dark deceptive gaze.

You bit your lip and perched yourself on his bed, arms holding you up. Wiggling your ass too to show that you can flirt. You shot him a teasing look and Stephen just wanted to take you now but you both had a mission briefing in about ten minutes.

Watching in pure disbelief, Stephen lowered to his knees and it was such an unexpected sight- you were sure you were dreaming. He had this stupid smug look on his face and it was so irritating, the anticipation and suspense was killing you. It was driving you mad. You shivered when Stephen pulled down your pants, it was fairly easy- you had no objections. He was face to face with your sweet ass, your underwear was cute, black, simple. Stephen wondered what you would look like in fine lingerie and sky scraper Louboutins. Nothing but Louboutins.

"Stephen... what-?’’ You were shaking, you couldn't even get out what you were trying to say without stammering like a jittering fool.

‘’Shh…Keep still for me.'’He cooed at you as he brought the balls up against your skin and it made goosebumps break out in hives.

Stephen pulled your underwear to the side with one finger and positioned the balls on your clit. You let out a breathy gasp as you felt him put them there, it was such a different sensation. It felt so heavy. So good. Your eyes widened at the feeling, mouth agape like a pathetic idiot. Any other day you would've reprimanded yourself for acting like this...but today was different. He was basking in the glory of the sounds you made, whimpering and whining even though you were trying to bite them back.

Stephen smiled when you let out a dry chuckle, he planted a kiss on your asscheek to show his appreciation. He pulled your pants back up and you were honestly feeling faint, the sensation of those metal balls on you finally showing up.

‘’Stand and turn around.’’ He demanded again.

You swallowed as you picked yourself back up and turned around. The look painted on his face told all, sly smile, bright eyes- he was up to no good. He hasn't even told you what they do yet. You let out a shaky exhale as the proximity between you was growing smaller and smaller.

"So Dr Masochist...floor me.’’ You teased.

‘’Oh just you wait and see.’’ He taunted and you frowned.

What the fuck? Was he seriously about to hold out on you? You had a fucking mission briefing in five minutes.

‘’Are you kidding?’’

‘’Let's see how you feel after the meeting's over.’’ You wanted to bash his face in.

You let the words settle in you and even then it never fully registered. this had to be some sort of practical joke, just another way to embarrass you. Now that was something he got off on. When you stared back into his eyes, it only confirmed he was deadly serious- but then again when was he not serious? Even when he was trying to flirt he was all serious and hard features.

There's no way this could end well...but you wouldn't be you without taking a few risks.

‘’Stephen, you can be so obtuse sometimes but I didn't think you'd be actually fucking crazy. For all I know, maybe this thing you put on my pussy is actually a fucking bomb or something.’’ You said breathlessly, contemplating whether or not this toy was actually a secret torture device- it would just twist the knife within you and you wouldn't be able to live it down.

Stephen would be able to hold this against you forever.

‘’A bomb? I haven't reached that level of kink yet but I'm sure we'll get there eventually.’’ He bit his lip as his eyes thinned down on you, completely enjoying himself and how these events may actually unfold.

Stephen grabbed your arm after conjuring a portal to the Compound and his touch made you shiver, your body had a viceral reaction to his touch and it honestly just left you confused as he pushed you through the portal alongside him.

‘’We?’’ You questioned as you raised an intense brow. The gall. The cheek he had to say we. It surprised you- in the best way.

‘’Mhm. Let's see how you fare.’’ Stephen muttered as the balls of your feet hit the Compound marble, trodding your way to the meeting room to be briefed for tomorrow.

‘’You really have no faith in me and I think that's the main reason why we don't get along.‘’

‘’That confidence is going to shatter soon. See, I'm being nice and I'm warning you about it.’’ He scoffed and you honestly felt everything within you shaken up.

Stephen couldn't wait to see the look of excrutiating arousal on your face during this whole debacle; he'd simply treasure the moment and taunt you for it later but for now he just wanted an outline of what your beautiful face looked like when you came. Just a morsel of what's to come, this switch in dynamic was...different. Heavier than hate. He liked it. A lot. When other people and other agents in the Compound saw that you and Stephen were walking together. You weren't arguing or having a screaming match you were both just walking. Their mouths were agape in shock and any other day you would have been joining them in their disbelief, he was smirking and smiling at you like an idiot and that was more than enough to make other people think and question.

‘’Stop smiling at me. You look like a psycho.’’ You mumbled at him under your breath but you couldn't say anything either, you were smiling too. You let out a giggle and your pussy started clenching, a gasp fell through when you felt the balls actually on you. You swallowed and Stephen obviously caught onto it.

You entered the room and you were met with Tony's incredibly unsatisfied frown- you were both late and you felt like you were being scolded at by the principle for your tardy behaviour but Stephen didn't find it in himself to care. However, Tony's frown dropped and his mouth popped open in shock: you and Stephen were sitting next to each other. Like, actually next to each other without clawing each other's faces off. How fucking high are you two right now? Tony had a rule for this shit- no drugs before meetings, get high later preferably with him. He wondered if you had been smoking a fat blunt or took some shrooms or something- there's no way this could possibly be happening, it was simply one of these things that shouldn't be happening.

‘’Oh thank you for finally showing those cheery faces, we all missed you. Now pay attention: this is important.’’ Tony reprimanded but you genuinely couldn't pay attention. Perhaps you had underestimated Stephen's word, the thought was startling.

Throught the meeting, you were just in this zombie like trance, all hypnotized, you couldn't pay attention to any word uttered by Tony or Steve, Natasha or whoever. Your eyes were just fixated on the plain beige wall, lips parted as you gazed off into the distance like you've just been hit in the head with a baseball bat. Stephen stole a few glances at you, you were finally beginning to crack and he had to pretend to be devastated even though it was something he was expectant of. He could barely contain his delight; Stephen was right, he was always right and this was just another example of that- he didn't like the way you always doubted him, he'd show you soon enough. He just had to keep a straight face, but he let himself slip up a little: the corners of his mouth were tugging up slightly and he was trying his hardest to surpress it. You looked so whistful, so pretty, so restless and he was enjoying every second of it; Stephen had never felt himself be lazer focused on any woman but it was always different with you. Always. His eyes widened slightly when your perfect lips parted and you let out a shaky exhale, your breathing was becoming heavier and you obviously tried to hide it by the way your head was darting off to the side, your palm met with the back of your neck and it was heating up so quickly, so rapidly.

Stephen watched intently as you ran your hands along your thighs, he didn't think you'd break apart so quickly. What really did him in though was when you bit your lip to conceal your shallow breaths. It pleased him to an immeasurable degree, although he could read your body, he wished he could read your mind.

You couldn't hide your shaking. You were actually giving in and you hated it, you couldn't embarrass yourself like this. Especially infront of everyone.

You were so damn horny. So fucking wet and tense. Aching for a release.

What exasterbated things though was the way Stephen was looking at you, it was like he was waiting for you to slip up, to catch you out and prove that you were weak. Impatient wasn't even in the ballpark of what you were feeling, so many emotions and sensations were coursing through you, thighs clamped and feet thrumming on the ground. Your leg was jolting up and down and you couldn't control the way your body was reacting.

So that's what those silver balls did.

Washes of arousal throbbed at your pussy and all you could think about was Stephen fucking Strange. You couldn't lie to yourself any longer, you'd be cheating yourself if didn't want him so bad right now. So so impossibly bad. Pain stakingly bad. So bad it's good.

You knew you were done for when Stephen put his large hand on yout jittering leg. His hands were actually on you. In that moment that's when you knew you wanted him to fuck you dumb. Fuck you dizzy. Fast. Hot. Rough. Intimate. Crazy. You were seriously about to lose your mind.

Shooting Stephen a startled look, he knew he got through you and with that in mind he clamped onto your thigh harder. You darted your face away and then you met Natasha's cool and inquisitive expression. Shit. She was onto you. You stifled an agreeable smile but it made her raise an eyebrow, though she finally looked away. Stephen was amused by it all, mostly with the fact he got you like this. So uptight. So tense.

Stephen leaned into your ear and mumbled at you. ‘’Relax. You're going to give yourself away.’’

You wanted to scream a very needed 'Fuck you! I know!' but you couldn't.

When you looked at the clock, only seven minutes have passed. Seven measly minutes. Fucking seven. This fucking meeting was fourty-five fucking minutes fucking long.

It was like fucking was the only word in your vocabulary. You couldn't help yourself, all you could think about was fucking. Preferably fucking Stephen.

Time went on. Time ticked by, it's clicking becoming louder and louder as it pounded through your eardrums. Focus wasn't on the cards for you, but that was a good thing- you didn't realise that the meeting was over. You were thanking the God you didn't even believe in, praising the lucky stars above you for this heavenly moment of mercy. You were about to explode. It wasn't healthy. Heart hammering beneath your heated skin.

Everybody scattered out and now you had Stephen all to yourself, you'll deal with the confused looks and the tangled web of outside judgement later, needing him was the only thing you felt. Stephen made you hang back from the others when you exited the room, his hand on your forearm as he gave you a cunning calculated look. Tingles electrified your body and your heat pulsated at the minor touch- God you felt so pathetic but it was all his fault.

You sighed in relief when he twirled his fingers and made a portal back to his room; Lord, the yearning was impenetrable, unbreakable. It was all so secretive and provacative. Sexy and desperate. Stephen tugged you through the portal as if to hide you away from the rest of the world, shield you from wandering eyes and gazes from men who didn't deserve to even look at you. After finally getting you through safely and closing the portal back up, Stephen loosened his grip on you and let you stand alone as he leaned on his bed frame.

Now. What to say to you? What to do to you? Stephen had you all to himself now and he felt like a kid at Christmas. What a shame, you were so confident you could get through this but yet again he proved you wrong.

He always wondered what you looked like all fucked out and desperate and on days like this, he was so goddamn grateful to have a photographic memory. You stood there, breath shallow and heavy all at once and you were waiting for him to do anything but Stephen's eyes bore into yours intently. Waiting. Watching. Observing. Imagining the array of things he simply could do to make you cum- which wouldn't be too hard to do after what you were experiencing. Stephen got the hard bit out of the way, getting you all horny for him but now he was overthinking the easiest bit: what to actually do.

‘’So. How'd you feel?’’ Stephen's face brightened and you weren't happy. He was just pandering now and you were way too impatient for that- it was clear enough.

‘’Restless.’’

‘’Expected.’’

‘’Impatient.’’

‘’Getting closer.’’

‘’Hot.’’

‘’And?’’

‘’Wet.’’

You gave in, you gave him what he wanted: the cracking, the breaking, the realisation that he shattered you, Stephen was trying to draw this out and it finally dawned on you. Although, you began to question that fact when he made his way over to you, you beat him to it however when you charged at him like a raging bull and just wanting to feel his hands on you. Stephen smirked when he caught onto your wrist in your trajectory and tugged you into him. Your breathless gasp was palpable.

‘’Very determined to fuck aren't you?’’ Stephen pointed out the obvious and it made you roll your eyes.

He gripped onto your jaw to make you realise how serious he was. What kind of man would that make him if he tolerated such rude behaviour! Absolutely not.

‘’Don't be dumb. You're smarter than that. Being dumb won't get you anywhere. So if you want me to put you out of your misery don't be callous and hard-hearted.’’

‘’Are you hard?’’ You asked sensually, already knowing the answer, eyes big and wide and so desperate.

Stephen scoffed down at you.

‘’I said don't be dumb. You're asking the obvious.’’

‘’Don't patronize me.’’

‘’Don't make me punish you for that snotty little attitude’’

‘’I'm not impressed.’’ You scolded even though you were simply on no grounds to.

‘’You're not impressed? Really?’’ You were shocked to see that he was offended.

You nodded at him and it made Stephen's jaw tick, you could hear the bones crunching and grinding together like grit and sandpaper.

‘’Your body tells me otherwise.’’ His voice was low and husky- as if he had never been sure of anything else in his entire life.

‘’You cheated that's why.’’ You stepped closer to him and his grip on your wrist tightened.

‘’Touche.’’ A keen and entirely true obsevation, disarming as always and but he couldn't even care. ‘’You want me to take those balls off or keep them on and edge you?’’

The latter scared you. Him fucking you with them on would make you hornier than ever and to edge you as well? Out of the question- you weren't in the mood for glute jokes.

Your mouth shattered into his, lips capturing lips to capture each other's essence and to say it was bliding and heady was an understatement- you tasted bountiful, fruitful and excessive. There was too much of you, too much sweetness to comprehend, too much sweetness to taste. You were rotting his teeth beautifully. Your distinct taste was making him drunk and it only reinforced that when your tongue tangled with his. Stephen's arm loopholed and travelled around your body when he let go of your wrist, you smirked against his lips when his hands were wandering down the planes of your back to the curve of you ass. You fit his hand perfectly it was insane, like you were designed just for him.

‘’I wanna know what kind of torture you've been going through this evening. You really held your own during the meeting.’’ Stephen was mocking you when you ripped your lips away from his.

‘’You know exactly what.’’ You breathed tirelessly.

‘’Tell me or I'll go slow.’’ Stephen's threat made you pout slightly. ‘’I don't think that'll be fun for either of us.’’ He smiled and you just had to give into his incessant requests.

‘’You. Stuffing me full. Making me leak for you.’’ You exhaled before you leaned in and bit his lower lip and tugged it back. Hard. Stephen was surprised by your gall, you were so desperate to get in his pants you were actually doing what you're told. ‘’ That explicit enough?’’

Fuck this.

Stephen thew you on the bed careless of where you landed, so rough and hasty with his movements; like the need outweighed the practicalities. His body dominated against yours as he fawned over you, he looked like a God. He quite literally felt like a God: omnipotent and omnipresent in his stance. His mouth instantly went to your jaw and he bit down on it so hard you were sure he left teeth marks on you, it made wildfire zip down your core. Fucking hell. This man.

Now… what to do with you.

Stephen grabbed at your shirt and ripped it in two, the fabric tearing apart in both hands and he was happy to see you weren't wearing a bra. Your tits spilled from your top and he threw the discarded remanents to the other side of the room. You clawed and barbed at his back to get his shirt off and for once, he took you by law and did as you motioned. You relentless, tireless thing. Unyielding. Remorseless. He pinned your arms above your head and he ducked down to ghost at your lips.

You were at his beck and call. Under his mercy.

‘’You know what? I never really got the chance to scold you for rummaging through my things. Going into this very room, being perspicacious and then having the gall to threaten me.’ ‘

‘’If it get's you like this then maybe I should do it more often.’’ You bit your lip as you whispered against him.

Stephen didn't like that. At all.

No, no baby.

He had to put you in your place.

Stephen let go of one of your arms and his thick fingers clamped around your neck.

‘’You do not disrespect me, okay? I've been lenient today but you were actually being very impolite. I can't have that.’’ His voice was heavy, gruff and severe.

‘’An astute observation.’’ You sneered up at him. ‘’So you expect me to be under your thumb?’’

‘’Yes.’’ Stephen stated simply, so casually.

‘’You're so brainy Stephen. You're right all the time. I'll wake you up with breakfast and a blowjob. But right now I need you to fuck me. Hard.’’ You vilified and it made time stop in his palm. How dare you? He was livid. He was indignant. Stephen clamped onto your waist and he suddenly flipped you onto your stomach and spanked you.

‘’I don't think that was very sincere.’’ Stephen rebuked as he straddled your ass, his dick pressing into you and it made those silver balls act up again. ‘’You wanna try again?’’ He gave you the chance to redeem yourself and be polite.

You turned your head and looked him dead in the eye as you mouthed the words that would set your course. ‘’No.’’

Stephen's face contorted into an exasperated scowl, you bit your lip trying to be cute and flirt but he simply wasn't in the mood anymore. As a response he just shoved your face back into the pillow as he worked your pants off and discarded them to the floor. Your skin was flawless. Not a single fault on that perfect body.

‘’Stephen…’’You whined as you wiggled your ass against his clothed crotch.

He didn't respond, he just ripped your underwear off and you gasped at the feeling.

Fucking hell, the feel of his hands on you were too much to bare; your brows tensed when he finally pulled those silver balls off of you, your sigh of relief wasn't even one of relief- it was of pure freedom and unbridled bliss. The amount of wetness he had to work with was making him so insanely happy, you were soaked and so ready for him. He smacked your ass again and it was becoming difficult to control the direction of your whimpers and whines- you didn't even know what you were begging for.

The sound of him undoing his zipper made an absurd amount of electricity fall through you, like a number of concrete blocks falling upon you. The air was so heavy and dense- all you could do was wait for him.

‘’You look...pretty almost...like this.’’ Stephen chuckled to himself and head around and you shot him and angry glare.

‘’Fuck you!’ You screamed, voice going hoarse in the process of forming

‘’Isn't that what you've wanted me to do all day?’’ He cocked his head to the side as you smirked at his depravity. You opened your mouth to speak but you genuinely couldn't get the words out.

Stephen registered your silence as a response and he couldn't help but laugh down at you. How cute. He shoved your face back down again and it made you whine into the pillow.

He tugged his cock out and you felt him slap against you...and...uhm. Wow. You didn't even have to look at it to feel how big he was, you were actually worried he would split you in half with something like that and you wondered how you'd be able to walk after he was done with you. Stephen was pleased with your reaction: it was clear you were excited.

‘’Show me how much you missed something you never had.’’ You lifted yourself up again to challenge him and he was more than willing to oblige.

‘’You're dangerous.’’ He whistled and you honestly took that as a compliment. It made you blush.

Stephen was rock solid and he slid into your pussy with an ease he was hoping and striving for. You clenched around him so perfectly, so tight, so well fitted. You felt as good as you looked. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, moaning as he tugged you back into his torso- it was like he was a wall of pure muscle. He liked that you squirmed beneath him, to make you clench around him harder he bite down on your shoulder blade and peppered delicious kisses on that unimpaired skin.

He rutted into you relentlessly, with passion, with a hunger and ferocity you'd only wish other men would have. You were feral for him, a wild cat under him as you arched against him, he clenched his teeth as he saw beads of sweat fall down your back. A symphony of sounds erupted in the dense air surrounding you both, you felt so lewd and naughty- you could only imagine what the others would think if they walked in on you like this. You smirked at the insane thought.

The hopeless amount of pleasure you were feeling was insurmountable and overwhelming, a cyclone of desire began building within you and it was idomitable to bear. Unconquerable. Stephen felt invincible, of course all this hate had to lead to this- fucking you crazy. It was such an intense realisation. With that thought, he pinned your arms behind your back. Shit. He was going faster, brutal, he was unbeatable and it made you whine like a lunatic. How did he do that? How could he do that?

‘’Come on, baby. Be sincere, no one else can see you break...just me.’’ He cooed.

‘’S-Stephen…..Please...I can't h-hold on any longer.’’ You stammered like a jittering fool.

‘’Oh, you can't? Didn't think that was in your vocabulary.’’

"You're w-wrong! Just shut up!'’

‘’Come on rocks, buy my silence. Cum for me.’’ The baritones of his voice sent you into overdrive- his voice alone could make you cum.

The sheer grip in which he held you was enough to drag you to the edge, you couldn't keep it in anymore, your body had given out. Stephen felt your warmth coat him entirely, you were so wet and slick and it made him so happy that he was the cause of that- well, with the help of those balls of course. And with that delighful sound you made as you came undone, he filled you up entirely in thick white ribbons. Jesus Christ, this was the fastest he'd ever came; he was embarrassed by the way he felt like a teenager- he was really questioning his stamina, you wore him out and he wasn't sure if it was for good.

He panted as he rolled off of you and tumbled next to you, completely spent and done for in a matter of sheer moments. You went limp as your body lay flat against the bed, trying to bridle the thoughts swirling in your head.

‘’Did I buy your silence? Was that sincere enough for you?’’ Your mouth was running itself a whole goddamn marathon, honestly just trying to keep up with the brutal pace he set beforehand.

‘’Yes. But be snippy with me like that again and I'll keep those silver balls on you for months.’’ Although he was completely serious of his threat, he did have to admit, he loved your smart mouth- it was so disarming and incredibly charming. He liked this flirtatious banter, he wanted it to continue.

‘’They did all the work for you it seems.’’ You insulted with a bashful smile and a blushed face, already going against his threat.

‘’Oh…that mouth. What am I going to do with that?’’

[faithinhome]

brave. stephen strange x female reader. (one shot).

summary: stephen shows up when you need him.

tags: street harassment, strong language.

a/n: this one shot’s kinda self-indulgent. let’s just say i wrote it to cope with something. i wanted to post it on here in case it resonates with someone else too. i tagged people that i tag on my nnd fic because i wasn’t sure if you guys wanted to be informed for other fics too! i understand this fic is based on something very specific, so please don’t feel pressured to read just because you’re tagged!

you couldn’t believe stephen had managed to piss you off this much.

god, he was so arrogant.

so smart, so beautiful, such an interesting person to be around.

but.

so.

fucking

arrogant.

and you couldn’t stand it.

you were just packing up your stuff in the locker room and stephen walked in behind you, quiet.

you two had just performed a surgery together and had been quiet the entire time.

the previous day, the two of you had had a small argument over something so stupid, you couldn’t even really remember it. but it had spiraled into another bigger issue.

stephen’s inability to accept defeat or that he could be wrong.

before you knew it, the argument had turned heated, with you bringing up all the times he’d been this way throughout your friendship.

you and stephen started out as friends that started hooking up. and you two were just on the verge of a somewhat relationship.

before a relationship had even had a chance to bloom, you’d had your “first fight” with him.

whatever.

you tried to convince yourself stephen was too full of himself to be a good boyfriend to you anyway.

sure, he was charming. and he did care. he looked after you. and he was strong. he was so…he was so fucking beautiful too. and he was definitely the best man you’d ever slept with in your entire life.

no.

you tried to push the thoughts away, you were getting distracted and swayed away.

you were going to wait for stephen to apologize.

maybe, he’d do it right now? maybe he’d admit to his faults and you guys could go back to building a foundation together, to be with each other.

but you just heard a locker door shut and footsteps fading away.

you turned to find that he had left.

you just sighed to yourself and hurriedly packed your things, closing the locker.

sure, stephen was stubborn. but you were even more stubborn. and you weren’t going to budge, no matter what.

you pulled on your jacket and began walking out of the building, sighing as you anticipated a long transit ride home.

you’d just left the driveway and had taken to the sidewalk, when you heard a car on the road honk behind you.

you turned to find a black car behind you, squinting as the headlights blinded your eyes. it came up beside you and the window rolled down.

a man that you’d never seen before flashed you a smile. “hey, sweetheart. all alone tonight?”

your heart began to thump in your chest, and it felt like it was in your throat. you turned away and clutched your bag tighter, starting to walk faster but the car caught up.

“want a ride, baby? you shouldn’t be out here all alone at night.”

yeah, because of assholes like you.

“oh come now, don’t be shy” the man pushed.

tears stung at your eyes. you didn’t know what to do. should you respond? should you ask him to fuck off? or should you keep quiet for the sake of your own safety and hope that he gives up eventually?

just as fear and anxiety were starting to take over, clouding your thoughts and making it hard to breathe, you heard a bump and the car next to you was lightly struck.

your breath hitched and you turned, watching stephen strange emerge out of the driver’s seat of the car that came to a halt after bumping into the creep’s vehicle.

“hey, what the fuck, man?” the creep screamed, sticking his head out of the window to see who it was.

“is there a problem here?” stephen asked, his forehead creased, as he looked between you two.

his eyes glued to you for a few moments, scanning you, as if he was assessing your current condition.

“yeah, buddy, you just hit my fucking car.” the man got out of the vehicle, staring daggers at stephen.

you gasped, your heart beat rising and breathing growing shallower.

“stephen” you whispered, walking up to him and grabbing his shirt, fear climbing up to your throat.

stephen extended an arm in front of you, gently nudging you behind him. but your grip never left his shirt. you didn’t want stephen to get hurt.

“i saw you were bothering my girl over here, and i thought i should come put you in your place.” he spat angrily.

my girl.

“so that little slut is your girl? and why do you think i give a fuck?” the man laughed.

stephen’s eyes darkened, his jaw clenching. you could see the nerve pop in his head as he swallowed, stepping closer to the man, staring down at him. “who the fuck do you think you’re talking about? say that about her again and i’ll break your fucking jaw.”

the creep looked up at stephen, trying to keep his chest broad, even though you could notice a hint of fear in his face. “well, your girl shouldn’t have been walking around looking like that if she didn’t want attention.”

within a split second, stephen had the man’s face in his right hand as he jerked him closer and the man cowered in fear. “maybe men like you shouldn’t be allowed to walk freely on the streets. maybe you should be locked up forever.”

stephen let go of the man, clicking his tongue and pretending to have had an epiphany.

“actually, i could get you locked up.”

the man now cowered in fear, his eyes widening.

“do you know who i am?” strange continued, his voice deepening further, if that was even possible. “i know absolutely everyone. i could have you locked up, beaten down to a fucking pulp. come after my girl again and i will fucking destroy you. understood?”

the man swallowed, looking between the two, “i-i-“

“i said, is. that. understood?”

stephen sounded really mad. you’d never seen him this angry. you were frightened, and he was on your side.

“y-yes.” the man breathed out.

“now, apologize to my girlfriend.”

your eyes widened as you looked up at stephen, not wanting to look away and at the creep.

had he just called you his girlfriend?

the man turned to you, his jaw clenching. “i- i’m, uh-”

he was clearly hesitating with his apology. you had a feeling he’d never really apologized to a woman before.

“on your knees” stephen interrupted, his voice gruff and impatient.

“what?”

“get on your knees and apologize. and really try to beg for her forgiveness.” stephen dragged that sentence out long and slow, trying to absolutely crush the man’s self-esteem.

a small smile appeared on your face and you looked over at the man who looked like he would rather jump off a building.

but he cowered under stephen’s stare and took a big sigh, getting on his knees. “i-i’m sorry.”

you looked at the guy and back up at stephen, not really sure what to do.

“i said, beg for her forgiveness. that’s not a whole lot begging.” stephen spat.

“i’m -i’m sorry” the man stammered, clearly trying to force himself into doing this. “please-forgive me.”

he looked up at stephen who gave him a disapproving look.

“more” stephen barked and the man turned to look at you, meeting your eyes this time, even just for a few moments.

“i’m really sorry” the creep said, his voice smaller. “please forgive me. please. i regret behaving the way that i did. i was- i was a total asshole. a total pig for treating you the way i did. i’m so sorry.”

you looked down at the man, who wasn’t even able to look you in the eye, when not too long ago, he was staring you down like he had all power over you.

this right here, this felt good. this felt right.

“good” stephen leant in and heaved the guy up, grabbing his shirt by the collar and pulling him closer. “i better not fucking see you around here, or around my girl, ever again. do you understand?”

“yes. sorry.”

stephen clicked his tongue and shook his head in disapproval “you’re apologizing to the wrong person.” he pointed at you and the man apologized again, while all you could do was quietly watch all that was unfolding in front of you.

stephen let the man go with a slight shove. “leave before i change my mind and decide to break your legs this very second.”

the man scurried back inside his car. it was so evident on his face that his ego was absolutely shattered. he looked like he was almost in a state of shock.

which frankly, so were you.

stephen watched the man drive off, reaching back to touch your arm lightly.

he turned and his concerned eyes searched your face, subtle sadness weaving through his face.

“y/n, a-are you okay?” he asked, his voice now soft and gentle.

you still couldn’t speak. all you could do was stare up at stephen, still coming down from the fear you’d felt earlier.

“y/n?” stephen stepped closer, concerned that you weren’t saying anything. he reached out to cup your face, eyes searching yours. “please say something.”

your felt shivers run along your skin as stephen touched you, tears threatening to well up in your eyes as you watched the way stephen watched you with such care, gentleness and concern.

“i-i’m okay, stephen. thank you,” you managed to say.

“i’m so sorry that happened to you. he didn’t hurt you, did he?”

you smiled softly, bringing a hand up to place over stephen’s, a tear falling down your cheek as you shook your head. “how could he? you were right here.”

stephen shook his head, trying to brush your tear off with his thumb. “oh baby, please don’t cry. i’m sorry. i’ll always be here. i’ll always protect you, y/n.”

baby.

“you h-helped me,” it took a lot for you to look into stephen’s eyes and speak without bursting into tears. “even though we were fighting.”

“no, that doesn’t matter, it never will.” stephen shook his head. “i’ll always protect you, okay? no matter what. and i’m sorry. i’m so sorry about everything. i should’ve been here. but i’m here now, okay?”

you smiled and nodded, hesitating before leaning up to peck stephen’s lips, smiling wider when he blushed.

“thank you, stephen. you were so…so brave.”

“anything for you” stephen smiled, leaning in to place a kiss on your forehead. “and i’m driving you to and from work now, okay?”

“no, stephen, it’s okay-“

“nope, i don’t want to hear it.” stephen shook his head, his voice firm. “i’ll keep you safe, okay? you don’t have to worry anymore.”

you closed your eyes, letting out a soft sigh.

you loved being independent, holding down your own fort. but this. this felt amazing in its own right. having someone care for you, someone that cared for your well-being. someone that wanted to protect you and make sure you were okay. you just wanted to surrender to this affection, you wanted to allow this comfort.

“thank you.”

“you deserve it” stephen smiled, reaching down to hold your hand. “let’s go.”

you looked up at him as he led you to his car, unable to wipe the smile off your face.

maybe he’s right, you thought to yourself. maybe i do deserve it.

…

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[scvrletstrange]

Unrequited | Stephen Strange

MoM spoilers ahead.

Summary: Stephen finds out that he loves Christine in all universes, meanwhile you happen to love him without expecting anything. Stephen x female reader.

Word count: 607

Note: this is my first x reader one shot I think, please be nice with me as english is not my native language. Thank you if you read this angsty thing.

You tried. You tried a lot to not fall again on this loop, but it wasn’t possible.

Not when Stephen protected you all the way when you fell on the portal with the girl. He never left your side, or hers. You knew it’s something natural on him, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart hurting because he would never see you like you did.

The trip became awkward at some point after you saw your most treasured memory. It was one of those nights where you couldn’t grant sleep and he was there too. Outisde the temple, on the training grounds, you saw Stephen comforting you.

You arrived some time before he did at Kamar Taj, even though he would think you’ve healed, that wasn’t the case. He let you cry on his shoulder that cold night, holding you tight and listening all the things your heart was keeping inside.

Now, America was gone because of Wanda, and once again, Stephen protected you from his own corrupted variant, who ended up under the effects of the Darkhold after Christine died on his universe.

Stephen always would love her. In all universes. This was his destiny. You remembered your variant, who was left on the Sanctum before you escaped from Mordo and his team. Probably she longed his love reciprocity as much as you did.

“Are you okay?” Stephen hurried to help you get up from the floor, waking you up from your thoughts. His variant now gone, the Darkhold was now the only option he had.

“I am,” you mumbled once you got on your feet. “Thank you.”

His trembling hand stayed a little too much on your arm. None of you moved. You could see on his gaze the worry, but still, he was attached to her. All across the multiverse. He knew it. So you had to make things clear again before something happened to any of you. After all, there might be a possibility you didn’t make it out alive.

“About today...”

“It’s fine.” Stephen cut you off. “Is it about your memory?” he asked after a long pause between both.

“I didn’t mean to.”

“That machine made us see things that we value. I am flattered that you keep that as your most precious moment... It makes me think I did at least something for you,” the grip on your arm never left.

“You did a lot for me, even today. So I’m grateful for that.”

Stephen smiled, setting aside a small strand of hair that was falling on the side of your face with his other trembling hand.

“You knew already,” you said. You wanted to continue, but you were not capable of pronouncing those words. They were too strong and Stephen wouldn’t feel the same way.

“I know it now, and it’s fine,” he reassured. “I do love you, but not in that way.”

You nodded gently, his thumb caressed your cheek softly, until his lips kissed your forehead softly. Just like he did in your memories. Slowly, he set aside, taking the black book from the floor while looking the mess that was created.

“Are you going to dreamwalk back there?”

“I’ll try.”

“I’ll protect you here.”

Stephen agreed silently and started the magic conjuration. You saved the urge to let a single teardrop fall from your eyes when he turned his back to you, this was not the moment. At least he was being honest with you, not giving any hopes.

But inside, Stephen was scared. He was afraid of taking another step beyond your relationship. He didn’t even had the minimum idea of why someone like you loved him with all your being. Even he could see on your gaze that you’d give anything for him, but he wasn’t worth it.

He was so unlucky. Love wasn’t for him, he thought. The last time he did love someone, she had to get over him. Now the question Christine asked before was present the whole trip. Maybe he could lie to someone else, but his truth was different. No, he was not happy.

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[ineffable-and-galore]

Stephen in bed with Y/N moving around trying to get comfortable: If you don’t stay still and go the hell to sleep, I will tie you up with a spell.

Y/N starts to jump on the bed: Are you going to tie me up or what?

Stephen: Why do I do this to myself?

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Steps- Stephen Strange

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Characters: Stephen Strange

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 402

Author: Aaron

A new student had been catching the attention and eyes of the others at Kathmandu, and right now he was sat on the wet steps of the courtyard, holding back a flood of tears as he cupped his heavily shaking hands in his arms.

“It’s… a lot to take in? Right?” You sat next to the almost scared looking man, he glanced up at you with a soft but cautious smile. “Come on, I don’t bite. I’m in somewhat of the same boat as you. I mean obviously I was no world class neurosurgeon who has now managed to smash his hands up beyond belief. But I came to Nepal for healing and somehow… I’m not even sure how… I managed to stumble across this place.”

“You know nothing about me… y/n, right?” You nodded as you gazed upon the lines of students practising intently.

“I have not been here for much longer than you, but everybody here has been watching you, you seem very strong, in more ways than most." A small grin appeared on his face, but it was short lived.

“I have been here for what seems to be quite a long time and I’m struggling with even the simplest spells.” He carefully ran his scarred hands through his hair.

“You are pulling energy from dimensions you didn’t think existed, in a place that just a few months previous would have scoffed at and probably had a good laugh about with all your surgeon buddies. Give yourself a break and just slow down a little… obviously that might be a bit of a struggle for you though.”

“Very funny. I really don’t need a pep-talk. I appreciate it I’ve just never really been one for the self-help mumbo jumbo nonsense. It’s all just a load of made-up bullshit intended to fill pages of books to sell to idiots that would buy a box of air if people told them it would help make their life better.”

“Before you came here did you believe in the mumbo jumbo of meditation? Of being able to cast inter-dimensional gateways with nothing but a sling-ring and your own willpower and knowledge. I would have thought by now you might have opened your mind a little bit. This isn’t self help nonsense either, just a little advice. Now come on and get up, the spells will not struggle to cast themselves now, will they?”

[wint3r-h3art]

Suit & Tie | S.S

Summary: A lovers’ quarrel turned into something quite (un)expected.

Word count: 3.8K (ahahaha! Ooops!!)

Warning: Just a minor spoiler with the wedding!! Established relationship, possessive behavior, subtle passive aggressiveness, jealous sex, exhibitionism, fingering, praise kink, unprotected p in v sex, suit kink (the suit stays on), inappropriate used of mirror dimension, brat taming, mild dom behavior, face slapping, creampied

A/N: are we surprised I wrote this at all? Honestly, it’s just filth. A long ass explicit filth! Grab yourself some water. Maybe shower afterward.  No beta, so if missed anything, I apologize. If you enjoyed this, please comment or reblog. It means so much! If you like to get update on my future fic, please follow @wint3r-library​

If there was one thing you learned from this was to never tease Strange.

You knew you were treading on dangerous ground when you decided to openly flirt with one of the men there. He hasn’t spoken to you or even acknowledged you, and you were his date–his current lover. You couldn’t help but feel jealous when you knew the type of history they shared. Not to mention that your doctor was looking extra sinful today with that suit after all. It took a lot out of you to just not jump his bone while you two were on your way here. 

You could feel him eying you across the room with that piercing gaze of his, trying to take a sip of that martini calmly as possible when he was feeling all sorts of primal urges to drag you back here and showed everyone who you belong to. He knew it was partially his fault for asking you to come here with him just because he couldn’t face Christine himself. He knew it was unfair for you, yet he still insisted on you coming to this wedding as his plus-one. He just didn’t realize you were going to torture him like this. That sort of miscalculation was the reason that he now had to watch his woman talking to another man.

You let out another laugh, which drew his attention away from his own thoughts. This time, he noticed the young man’s hand was getting a bit too friendly on your waist. A brow quirked as he noticed the way you subtly removed his hand away from you with a polite smile, but he didn’t take the hint. Something inside him clicked. He didn’t mind the harmless flirting. What he did mind was the touching part.

No one touched what’s his.

Stephen chugged the rest of his drink and set it on an empty table before he made his way to you. Jealousy was practically seeping out of his pores as he inched closer to you that you couldn’t help but look his way.

“Doctor,” you breathed, welcoming his solace despite the intense gaze burning right through you. As much as you enjoyed teasing Strange, this little game of yours was becoming too nuisance. You were fine until your silly little pawn decided to touch you without your permission. Strange has made it clear to you many times that he doesn’t like anyone touching you, and you were quite aware of the consequences.

Strange would want retribution.

“Darling,” he forced a smile, the kind where his lips pressed together into a straight line and gave you that knowing look. You noticed the way his jaw clenched tightly that the muscles flickered and strained. His strong arm snaked around your waist possessively as he fiercely pulled you to his side. Warmness radiated off his large body and made your body tingle. The smell of his woodsy cologne filled your nostrils, making your head spin. “I’ve been looking for you.” 

His voice was polite, but there was an edge to it that made your body shudder by the way his voice dropped an octave lower. Your body ached and throbbed.

“Well, I haven’t gone anywhere. Just here. Talking to a friend while you were busy chatting with Christine,” you replied with a smile. 

“I was just catching up with an old friend, that’s all,” he replied back quickly. Stephen narrowed his eyes at the man before him. There was nothing special about him, yet somehow you picked him. The choice itself offended Strange. Surely, if you decided to make him jealous, you could at least pick someone better looking. 

The young man was more than thrilled to meet Stephen, but both of you were too busy engaging in the battle of the will to bother to listen to him. Stephen suddenly took you by the hand before the young had time to finish talking. You tried to pull away, but his grip was stronger. You quickly apologized to the young man for your boyfriend's rudeness. Stephen rolled his eyes at that when he heard him calling after the two of you. With a flick of his fingers, the young man’s drink spilled all over himself, which caused a commotion. 

“You’re being an ass right now, Stephen,” you hissed as he calmly escorted you out of the crowded room and into the quiet hall. He was walking too fast, taking long strides that made it impossible for you to keep up. The murmuring of the wedding guests in the main hall could be heard even if you and Strange were this far away.

“Oh you love it,” Strange muttered back. His grip tightened around your wrist, practically dragging you at this point. His clear sapphire eyes darkened like a raging storm waiting to unleash. With a wave of his hand, Strange opened up the mirror dimension. Reality cracked, shattered like glass as he dragged you inside. If the two of you were going to lash it out here, he’d rather no one heard about it. The perk of being a sorcerer.

You were still fuming to be aware that you were no longer in your world. “You’re being mean,” you whined as you pulled back, but Strange was stronger. With a quick turn, Strange stopped and pushed you against the stone rail. You hissed at the sharp coldness that pressed against your lower back. He caged you in with both arms on either side of you, trapping you there. 

“Said the woman who abandoned her boyfriend.”

“Said the man who can’t get over his ex!” You bit back. You knew how to push his buttons, and right at this moment, you were practically slamming all of them. 

You watched his nostrils flare as he inched closer. The smell of alcohol lingered on his breath as the heat of his body radiated off of him, warming you to your bone. You couldn’t tell if you were scared or aroused at this point. He was looking devilishly handsome, and the fierceness in his eyes was more than enough to get you wet. 

“Choose your words wisely, darling,” he said in a slow and deliberate voice. A shiver rolled down your spine, and your pussy tingled. 

“Or what?” you challenged. The simmering hurt you’ve been feeling all afternoon finally boiled over. “You started this, Stephen. You brought me here so I can watch you gawked over your ex-girlfriend.”

His hand reached out to cup your chin, watching you with half hooded eyes. His expression was unreadable, but whatever he was thinking, you continued anyway. 

“So what if I was a bitch for trying to make you jealous? At least I don’t lie to myself, Stephen.” You were mumbling at the last part as angry tears threatened to fall, but you were better than that. 

He remained silent but his fingers trained down till he reached the column of your neck. Instinctively, your head tipped back slightly, welcoming his touch. His callus fingers grazed just beneath your jawline, leaving your skin with goosebumps in its wake. Your breath shuddered as your rage slowly dissipated into a longing. You wanted–no you were wishing Stephen to curl those long, slender fingers of his around you. The anticipation made you ache terribly that a whine slipped right out of you. 

“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, darling,” he finally said. The gray storm in his eyes still swirling. He was still fuming–still angry at your audacity to humiliate him like that.

“And neither does it look good on you,” you retorted back. Your voice came out no more than a breathless whisper. “But here we are.”

“I will not apologize for the way I acted in front of that man,” he said firmly, his hand trailing down. You let in a sharp intake as he laid his palm flatly against your chest. Your heart beat rapidly, practically bursting out of your chest as you glared up at him. “But, I will apologize for making you feel like I valued Christine more than you…”

You stopped breathing for a moment as your gaze softened. Strange continued, this thumb gently rubbed at your collar bone, eliciting a shaky breath out of you. “Christine will always be a presence in my life, but…she is my past. You on the other hand are my present.” my future.

You swallowed at his admission, realizing how much you have longed to hear those words out loud. How foolish of you to ever doubt him. 

Stephen cradled your face in his hands. “Now do you understand why your little game has become a problem?” You couldn’t answer him. “I always thought you are my good girl, but you wounded me, darling. You wounded me and humiliated me. Whatever shall I do to you?”

His deep baritone voice was smooth like velvet. Each word melted off his tongue with a silent promise. You shuddered at what was to come. 

“Are you going to break up with me?” 

A smirk etched on his lips, cracking his sharp marbled features. His hand was now on the nape of your neck. A sharp exhale left your lips as his lips were only inches away from yours.

“You? Never. You'll always be mine, sweetheart.” 

With that, his lips crushed yours, silencing whatever words you were about to say. Electricity flowed in your veins, buzzing and humming as his tongue danced with you. A low moan reverberated from deep within his chest as he pressed his hard body against your, trapping you there. His name fell from your lips like a breathless incantation as his hand roamed your body. His fingertips dug at your side. 

Strange was kissing you along the jawline now, nipping and licking you without a thought. A surprised gasp tore from your lips while he hiked your leg up, ripping your dress slightly as he pressed his growing bulge right into your core. 

“Stephen…” you managed to mutter before your eyes bulged out when you noticed the waitstaff starting pouring from the reception hall. “Stephen, please they are going to see us.”

He only replied with a grunt before slipping the straps of your dress off of your shoulders and beginning to kiss his way down to your chest. Another shaky breath left your lips as you pleaded with him, afraid to be seen in such a compromising position. 

“Stephen…” you breathed when his lips found your mound. His tongue flickered and licked at the stiff bud. “They’re going to see us.”

“Then let them,” he grunted before he continued to suckle on your breast. 

You whimper at his onslaught upon your senses, and your knees almost gave out when you noticed one of the staff  was walking your way. You clenched your eyes shut as if you could hide your shameless display between your lover. You expected to hear a gasp or a scream, but none. 

As you peered your eyes open, that person simply walked past the two of you as if you weren’t there. Confusion painted your expression as you looked down to find Stephen eyeing you with a knowing smirk but your attention was drawn away when he dropped to his knees, pulling your dress off of you till it pooled at your feet.

The cold air chilled your skin as you stood there feeling exposed. His long slender fingers grazed over the back of your thigh, allowing his short nails to drag into your skin slightly. A soft hiss escaped from you as his lips ghosted over your inner thigh. His hot breath fanned over your skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in its wake. Your pussy was pulsating to your quickening heartbeat, dampening the small flimsy fabric that shields you away from his piercing gaze.

“You’re soaking through your panty,” his voice was no more than a soft tremor as he kissed his way up. It was barely a few inches away from your aching core. His fingers probed and pressed against the clothed slit. You sucked in your breath as he grazed his fingers back and forth, and occasionally, he would push them inside you. It took everything in you to not whimper out loud from his torturous touch.

“Stephen, please. Someone will see us,” you pleaded pathetically. 

A smile curved at the corner of his mouth before he stood up so abruptly. His hands slide to the curve of your ass. “No, they won’t. We’re in the mirror dimension, sweetheart. I control everything here.” 

With a wave of his hand, the scenery before you folded and unfolded, changing the landscape like a kaleidoscope. The stone rail behind you turned into a large panel of a solid wall of glass. You could see cars and buses, even people walking. Yet, they were unaware of the naughty things you and Strange, their beloved sorcerer, were about to do. 

“Then—”

“No one will see us here…Unless you want them to. In that case, I can arrange that as well.”

“No! don’t do that, Stephen!” you protested, trying to push him away, but fail.

A surge of excitement coursed through you when he pushed you backward till your back pressed against the cold hard glass. “Hold on to me,” he said before he lifted you up, causing you to yelp out loud. He hoisted you up higher, his hands slid underneath your ass to hold you as your legs wrapped around his taut waist. His lips found yours once again, kissing with a fervor that made your head spin. His straining erection was distinct, pressing against your pulsating core with a euphoric promise. 

Your body was practically humming and buzzing at this point. The need to have him take you was the only thing you could think of. 

Your attention was pulled back at the soft rumbling. The landscape changed once again as the glass wall slowly turned and folded into what resembled a flat, horizontal surface. Leaning over, Strange laid you there against the see-through floor. The image below was no more than black, moving dots.

The moment you let go of him, Strange quickly tried to shake off his jacket, but you stopped him. 

“The suit stays on,” you bit your lips. You didn’t have to say it twice because his mouth was on yours, and he was hungrier than before. 

His kiss was tongue and teeth. His fingers dug into your arms, making you wince slightly. You laid there with your head slightly dizzy, clearly drunk from his onslaught upon your senses. His hand was now cupping your breast, holding and squeezing it till you let out a muffled whine. 

Tearing his lips away from yours, his mouth lowered to suck on one nipple. You moaned and quivered beneath him. Your hand clenched tightly around his arm. Your head tossed back as a throaty moan ripped right out of your lips. His tongue twirled and flicked over your sensitive bud. Occasionally, he would bite down hard enough to make you hiss before he ran his tongue over it. He repeated this a couple of times until both peaks were erected and straining outward before he moved to press his lips against the space between the valley of your breast.

He released his hold on your breast as he ran his fingers down your rib cage, then lower to your stomach. Further his fingers would go until they reached the juncture of your thighs. A breathless gasp left your lips as he slipped underneath your panty and delved into your welcoming heat. His thumb pressed over your clit, and your body tightened in response.

His lips pulled back into a snarl at the way your wetness coated his fingers. 

“So wet and so needy for me, sweetie. I barely do anything to you,” he teased. His was no more than a rumble that set your nerve ablaze. You whispered out his name again as his fingers entered your warm, silken entrance while his thumb continued to press and circle against that swollen small bundle of nerves.  

It took all of you to pull yourself together to watch him. His mouth was on your breast, sucking and licking your nipple while his fingers worked you, stroking your deeper and closer toward your ecstasy. You cradled his head there as your fingers combed through that perfectly combed salt and pepper hair. 

A low moan rumbled in his chest, sending a soft vibration through you. Your body started to tighten as the coil that sat at the pit of your stomach threatened to snap.

“Baby, I’m very close,” you pleaded in a breathless panting. Stephen growled as he slid his fingers deeper till he was knuckled deep. He was pressing against the spongy spot that made you gasp. He curled his fingers here and there when he withdrew them out of you, eliciting delicious friction that surely pushed you further into the edge. It wasn’t long until you came, straining and spasming beneath him.

Stephen slowly withdrew his hand and watched you with a smirk on his face. He knew he shouldn’t give you the pleasure of cumming, but he couldn’t help the feeling of satisfaction of being the only person that can make you cum without sticking his cock in you. It was an arrogant thought, but he knew he had ruined you for anyone else at this point by the way he spoiled you. 

“You’re a brat, Y/N,” he commented as he sucked on the fingers that were fucking you a few seconds ago. “You’re a spoiled, bratty, little cock slut, you know that?”

You whined as you cracked your eyes open. “I shouldn’t even let you cum. I should have just left you here high and dry, but because I'm feeling generous today, I let you cum. And what do I get in return? Humiliation. Do you think I deserved that humiliation?”

You shook your head frantically.

Strange hand suddenly flew to your cheek with a soft smack. You hissed but the suddenness of it. It didn’t hurt. It was more of a surprise that slowly melted into something more primal. 

“I’m going to ask you again, do I deserve that humiliation?”

“No, doctor,” you whispered, biting your lower lips. You could feel your slick leaking out and rolled down till he gathered beneath you. 

“And what do I deserve?” His pupils were practically blown wide as he stared at you. 

“Me.”

Slap. “Wrong answer, sweetheart. What do I deserve–what do I get from you?”

“My tight little pussy,” you said bashfully. You could feel your face getting hotter at that admission. You weren’t good at dirty talking, but somehow with Strange, it was different. Somehow his authoritative demeanor just made you feel the need to please him any way he wanted.

“Good girl,” he praised and you could feel your heart flutter and soared. He pressed his forward head against yours while he took your hand in his. You sucked in your breath when he pressed your palm against his straining erection. 

His eyes clenched tightly, mouth hung agape as he was rubbing himself against your palm. His breath shuddered here and there when you squeezed him slightly. His eyes flew open when you began to unfasten his pants and slide them down his hips. He was hard and heavy, ready to fuck all the attitude right out of you.

Grasping his shaft with your shaky hand, you gave him a few tugs first before lining himself at your entrance. Your pussy was practically quaking at the anticipation of being filled by him. You let out a unison moan when you pushed the head of his cock inside your swollen pussy. Strange stopped himself for a brief second, muscles strained slightly at the welcoming heat before he surged forward until he was fully sheathed inside you.

Your gasp mingled with his. You almost went over the edge by the way he stretched you out so deliciously, tormenting you with that desirous friction. He was overwhelming you in the best way possible, and you couldn’t wait for him to rail you to another dimension and back. 

His fingers dug into your hips as he began to move. Your eyes widened at the ferocity and the urgency in his pace. His eyes narrowed as a low growl rumbled in his chest. His hands went flat against the space beside her face before he leaned down, pushing himself deeper inside you. 

He withdrew himself all the way back and thrust forward, jolting your body slightly with each re-entry. His gaze burned into yours as your body was preparing for another rapture. Stephen leaned back before he reached down and grasped your legs and draped them over his shoulders. He was so much deeper now that every time he thrust forward, he pushed all the air right out of your lungs.

And just when you thought this was it, Strange slid his hands down underneath your ass and he began to really push into you, hard and forceful, sending waves upon waves of onslaught pleasure soaring through your body.

“Yes, yes, yes. Use me, doctor,” you mumbled in between your breathless panting. You came with a quick shout as he continued to pound into you again and again. Your eyes clenched tightly as your body rode out the orgasmic wave.

His nostrils flared, teeth bared as you squeezed him. Strange’s movement became erratic as he continued to withdraw and surge forward while his hands tightened against your hips. He was so impossibly deep, so far inside you that all you could feel is his pulsating cock driving in and out of your quivering heat.

Then he grunted as his body went rigid above you. Every muscle in his body flexed and tightened. His fingers dug into your flesh as he was practically flushed where your body joined.

“Mine,” he grunted almost animalistic as he came into you. Strange continued to thrust, spurting his cum deep inside you. His release seemed endless. You could feel him seeping out of you with every movement. 

Then he was out of you. 

You winched at the way he was spilling out of you. He was panting as he rolled onto his back. Perspiration painted his forehead. His salt and pepper hair stuck out in various directions.

“I lied,” you mumbled with your forearm over your eyes. “Jealousy does look good on you, doctor.”

Stephen only replied with a groan before he gave your nipple a gentle tug. “Try me again, and I'll have you strung above a building.”

You shivered at that, but you let out a soft chuckle anyway. You knew it wasn’t a threat. You knew what’s capable and willing to do to make his point known, and you fucking love it.

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

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

“I’m sorry?”

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

Masterlist

Warnings: Little smutty

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

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

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

Stephen smiled and nodded, sipping his martini. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry?”

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

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

Had she outright rejected him? That too him?

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

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

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

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

“Why not enjoy yourself while you wait?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Excuse me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The Doctor strange?”

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

She nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“There would be a next time?”

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

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

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

“Bold, sexy, graceful and… experienced?”

“I like cute, shy and naive as well.”

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

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

Back to earth, Y/N. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just like a one-night stand?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You underestimate yourself.”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Because I haven’t heard it ring.”

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

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

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

Continuum: Pivot

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ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ | ꜱ. ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ

Stephen Strange x Surgeon!Reader

summary: YN had been struggling with a cold for as long as she could remember – well, for a week. But being her restless and (kinda) workaholic self, this minor cold morphed into something that benched her definitively. And who could be a better caretaker than her loving boyfriend, who happens to be a doctor himself?

word count: 7.3k

warnings: a tiny bit drama, medical stuff, surgery stuff, mentions of sick people, surgery, mentions of blood, reader has pneumonia, passing out, hospital environment, Stephen kinda freaks out because he is always thinking the worst, protective!Stephen, soft!Stephen (but only for reader), slight suggestive bits, so much fluff, talk about future, short mentions of the Avengers

author’s note: I had so much fun writing this request! Finally something where I could pour my Grey’s Anatomy knowledge into :D I really hope you like the direction in which this one went @colewritess :3 I needed some angsty drama in my life, so I put that in :x

Waking up in the middle of the night was something very common in the Strange-LN household ever since the two doctors had acquired their white coats and had graduated with honors. Usually, YN was the first one to wake up to the vibration of her pager, followed by the usual soft ring of her phone because one of her interns would update her on the incoming case beforehand. Stephen would follow close behind, throwing one arm lazily over her waist at first to nuzzle his face back into the warmth of her neck - it helped him to shrug the deep slumber off his hardworking mind - before the blanket would get thrown away to relieve the world of the sadness of not seeing his toned, utterly gorgeous body.

YN was nothing but an admiring girlfriend.

But this early morning, almost still the depth of the night, things were differently: Instead of hearing the tired voice of his girlfriend softly speaking into the phone and waking him up with that, so he could check his already vibrating pager too, the only sounds heard in the dark bedroom was YN's shallow breath and the never-ending sounds of both pagers and her almost barely ringing phone. Confusion settled into the doctor, even more so after he had propped himself up on one of his arms, letting the mattress dip in the process of it, and still, YN did not start to stir even slightly. But before he could process her strange behavior, he had to accept the call.

"Yes?"

He never was a fan of greetings, especially not in the face of interns - and he kind of enjoyed messing around with those tiny ducklings, barely out of their mother's homes, who still had to learn a lot. Even now, Stephen could almost grab the perplexity radiating through his girlfriend's phone at the sound of his voice.

"Uhm... This is Doctor LN's number. You are not Doctor LN," a hesitant voice started to speak, and Stephen had to roll his eyes in amusement before they settled atop the still sleeping form of the woman he not only shared this bed with on a few occasions. "A wonder how you earned that place in Harvard, Jones," the Strange scoffed while he reached out for his bedside lamp to let the soft light invade the dark bedroom, only illuminated by the streetlights and passing cars outside the window front. Blinking against the new light source, he took a closer look at the gorgeous woman next to him, his eyebrows starting to furrow at the sight of her puffy eyes, the red nose resembling one of the stuffed Rudolphs they had seen only a week ago while doing their annual Christmas shopping, and not to mention her breathing of which he obviously wasn't a huge fan. "Hold on a second..." The seemingly simpleminded intern mumbled before he clearly put the phone a few inches away from his face to shout over the entire floor, "You were right, Macy! Doctor LN and Strange are a thing!" And then, the voice returned, louder now.

This day hadn't even begun, and Stephen wanted to strangle the first one already.

"I am sorry, sir. The coffee still has to kick in, I guess... Nevermind. There is a GSW incoming: a bullet in his brain and several in his thorax. He was stable, so we decided to do a CT. I'll send the images to Doctor LN's tablet as soon as I have them." At least Jones wasn't a total incompetent fool, so Stephen didn't have to rip his head off entirely. "Send them to mine; she will look at them on our way to the hospital. Don't let him die because your coffee addiction gets in the way of saving lives." And with that, he ended the call, and the phone landed on his pillow before Stephen slowly scooted closer to the sleeping woman, and now he finally had room for his over-boarding worries etching themselves into his mind.

Gently, his hand caressed her cheek before his flat palm made contact with her forehead to feel her temperature. Maybe slightly raised, Stephen thought before bending down and pressing whisper of kisses all over her face. Now, she seemed to wake up - scrunching her nose, twisting her lips, and the coughs started almost immediately. They were his constant companion as soon as he stepped into the apartment ever since they began to occur one and a half weeks ago, and by now, the cold should've calmed down. Instead, it seemed worse than yesterday. His idea to grab dinner on their way home wasn't probably his best idea of the week, but YN had seemed fine enough to agree.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Stephen mumbled with his lips pressed against her cheek, and YN slowly turned her head with a groan. "What time is it?" Even her voice sounded horrible. "Something around three. There is a GSW coming in, but you can stay home if you like. I'm handling it." The next cough made the man almost flinch, and he was sure he felt the aching pain in his lungs and throat as bad as YN obviously did, judging by her scrunched-up face and her hand that had settled atop her burning throat. She looked back at him and cocked an eyebrow. "Thorax?"

He nodded while her eyebrow wandered even further up. "Who is in charge this night? Forgot to check before we headed out." Stephen didn't have to think twice.

"Hamilton."

"And you want me to stay home when this imbecile of a cardiothoracic surgeon is unsupervised in my department? Your sense of humor definitely wasn't the thing I found so charming, that's for sure..."

She had already started to climb out of the comforting warmth of their shared bed, and instantly YN missed its soft embrace.

"Touché," the man scoffed while following her into the now brightly lit bathroom and watched her from the doorframe, where he leaned with his arms crossed over his chest. She seemed not doing all too well, but at least she could stand on both feet, so he talked himself into believing that everything would be just fine, even though if it meant for her standing in the OR for at least five hours. "You will drive back home after the surgery is done, do you understand me? No post-op check-up, no sneaking around me to dodge the inevitable, no rounds this morning, and no teaching lab with your little ducklings." Her, by the toothbrush muffled, Whatever was very audible for Stephen because he knew this woman better than himself. So he pushed himself off the doorframe and stepped right behind her; their eyes met through the mirror while his hands settled on top of her shoulders, where his thumbs started to massage the stiff muscles around the back of her neck. "I mean it, darling. You're not doing well, and I want you to relax and treat yourself to some hot soup and that fluffy blanket we got last week. Catch up on those shows, and I'm gonna try to get home early so I can prep you the perfect bath and cook you something nice."

He stopped for a second, but after no reaction on her behalf, Stephen bent his head to nibble at the side of her neck and found all her favorite spots before humming softly but raspy because he knew what his morning voice did to this woman. "I asked you a question, darling. Should I repeat myself for you?" Chuckling at the sight and feeling of her quick nod - the toothbrush rested pointlessly in the corner of her mouth - Stephen rested his lips just above her ear and watched her through the mirror again. "I asked," he started in his raspiest of morning voices, "if you understand me." Her deep sigh and mumbled "Okay, yes" sounded more like a tiny moan, and the doctor chuckled for another time before pressing a kiss to her temple and starting to brush his teeth as well; his arm closely wrapped around her waist and her body settling against his side, just as every morning they start together.

And just as every morning, Stephen couldn't get enough of their reflection together. Maybe he had to finally thank Christine for the hard work she had invested into playing matchmaker for them.

;

"Doctor LN!" The excited voice turned a bit hesitant as both arriving doctors turned around, and Jones had to face the embarrassment from earlier. "Doctor Strange, sir." And with that, the intern held two cups of to-go coffees in hand, stretching them out to his two supervisors. "I asked Doctor Palmer how you like your coffee, sir," he quickly spoke at the doubting look manifesting on Stephen's face, and YN rolled her still tired eyes. They stung a bit as well, as she now realized. "Deep breaths, Jones, he won't bite your head off." The man closely next to her scoffed before taking the first sip. "I wouldn't go this far as to promise things like that." YN hit him with her tablet but didn't wait for his reaction before turning her attention back to the intern while giving the labs of their GSW another once-over. She looked at Jones with a questioning expression after she had evaluated the patient's current constitution. They had worked so many hours together that she didn't even need to ask the question out loud. "Doctor Russel is preparing the anesthesia, and the team has prepped OR two, just the way you both prefer, Doctor LN, Doctor Strange."

Stephen had to raise both his eyebrows this time and had to admit that Jones wasn't a total catastrophe - he had to give him that at least.

YN nodded as they waited for the elevator to reach the operation room floor. As the doors opened to let them inside the metal coffin, as she loved to call this vicious transportation method, she gulped down the entirety of her coffee because she felt she needed every single drop of caffeine to withstand the upcoming hours of work. Her head had started to pound right after they had left the chic apartment Stephen and she called her own ever since they had finally moved together after three years of tedious dating, and it had gotten worse during the drive over here.

She hadn't told her over-worrying boyfriend a single word, of course. She would do this surgery, she would check up on some patients, and then - maybe - she would gift herself an early leave as a pre-Christmas kind of gift and get some good food on her way home. Perhaps she could start looking at those recipes she discovered while watching some stupid cooking show - which wasn't so stupid at all, seemingly.

Christmas dinner wouldn't cook itself after all, and she had promised Christine and her fiancé Marc that they could come over. Christmas was much more relaxed if there wasn't a family to celebrate it with.

But her confused thoughts, who chased themselves over the past couple of days since the first symptoms had begun, were interrupted abruptly as her throat acted up again. It started with a tingle, morphing into an annoying scratch before it would turn into a violent coughing fit. And it did, worse than ever. It got even worse after the first couple of nastily wet and deep-sounding coughs, and YN felt as if she couldn't get enough air into her overworking lungs. Her lungs constricted to relieve themselves of all the fluid which wasn't supposed to be in there, and every single breath burned like hell in her chest.

With one hand pressed against the elevator wall, the surgeon steadied herself, head buried in the crook of her arm, while cough after cough crept out of her throat and shook her entire body. Tears started to prickle in her stinging eyes, and the throbbing pain inside her skull increased tremendously within seconds.

Stephen was right at her side, one of his warm hands stroking over her entire back, up and down, while the familiar frown etched itself onto his forehead and in the space between his brows. Jones didn't know what to do, so he just stood there and hoped for a fast end of his favorite supervisor's misery. "Hey," the neurosurgeon mumbled softly as the coughing fit finally ceased, hand still rubbing over her back. "YN, listen," he began as the elevator stopped and the doors opened with a happy ding. “It’s nothing. Just a drop of coffee going in the wrong direction.” And with that, she pushed herself from the wall, fastened the grip around the tablet still in hand, and followed Jones, who himself had a worried expression on his face, but he didn't dare to say something. Especially not in front of Stephen Strange, who could end his barely started career right on this very spot. Instead, he took the personal belongings of both surgeons and nodded to the small changing room in this part of the hospital. "Your scrubs are already in there, straight from dry-cleaning. OR two will be fully prepped as soon as you're ready," he said before scurrying away.

Stephen watched his girlfriend with eagle eyes as he followed her into the changing room, and while she had already slipped out of her coat, he pushed the door close and just stood there. His eyes moved over her pale face - even more so than usual - and he noticed the constant frown engraved in her beautiful but tired-looking face. He even realized that she moved slower than normal, and everything took a tad longer. "YN...," he started again but was faced with a raised hand while she hurried to get into the dark blue scrubs.

The air condition in this part of the building was what she dreaded most since that cold had made its first appearance with a scratchy throat. Now all she wanted was to get back into that warm, thick coat she just had folded and wanted to wrap herself into the thick scarf Stephen had gotten her for Christmas two years ago, but all she got was thin blue scrubs and her comfy Nike sneakers.

"I am fine," she told him finally while popping another cough drop between her lips and starting to braid her hair. Stephen had, at last, made an effort to change as well, and YN was nothing but an admiring girlfriend again. She knew that sex was off the table until she got better, so she took what she could get very willingly, even if it were only tiny bread crumbs in the form of the sight of toned abs, biceps, and back. "Yeah... Wonder why that's so hard to believe after that coughing fit you threw in that elevator," he returned almost sourly, and YN understood it. She really did because she would be just as on edge as he was if it was Stephen who had gotten sick.

Sighing, the surgeon tied the end of her braid together before starting to secure it with bobby pins around her head. Stephen sighed as well and came over to her after lacing his sneakers and helped her just like every time they had the pleasure to operate together. He didn't say a single word, and YN let him sulk in silence for the time being. The Strange would soon open his mouth again because he wasn't the sulking-in-silent type of guy, and she was very thankful for this trade of his. How she hated to guess what wrong was and why the guy felt insulted. Stephen was surprisingly easy.

The entire world would question her sanity if they would ever hear her saying that out loud.

Upon entering the scrubbing area, she tied his recently preferred cap - she had gotten him that for his birthday because this man owned way too many ties - before he did the same for her. He pressed a soft kiss on her shoulder after his long and fast-working fingers were done and took the sink next to hers, where YN already had started to scrub in after putting on the face mask.

Stephen soon broke the silence, and again, she had been right: this man wasn't able to sulk on his own for long.

"As soon as your part is done, I want you to get an x-ray. I don't like the sound of that cough. You're happy that I don't have my stethoscope with me, otherwise, you wouldn't scrub in right now because I would hear something I really don't wanna hear, and I would send you straight up to Chamberlain." At the mention of the one cardiothoracic surgeon Stephen trusted most of the time, YN scrunched up her face. "I told you before, and I will tell you again, that I am fine. It's a nasty cold, nothing more. You're over-exaggerating." He stopped in the middle of scrubbing, head jerking in her direction. At this moment, she was glad that she only was able to see his eyes and the play of his eyebrows, but it was still as bad as she had anticipated. "Excuse me for worrying about my workaholic girlfriend who seemingly doesn't possess any kind of sense of self-preservation." Her eyes widened at that, and after rinsing off the soap residue on her arms, she threw the used bar of soap into the metal sink and turned to Stephen, arms raised so she wouldn't touch anything in the not sterile environment. "Look who's talking about lacking a sense of self-preservation. Do I have to remind you of that little episode of yours standing in a thirteen-hour surgery with a broken ankle? You're a fucking hypocrite, Stephen, and I am a grown woman who knows her boundaries very well, thank you very fucking much."

And with that, she passed him and entered the operation room, where the patient was already put under, and two of the residents prepared the last few instruments to their surgeon's liking. She instantly regretted every single word she had spoken out loud back in the scrubbing room and wanted to run back to apologize profusely, but she knew that she had to stand her point, even though it hurt her heart.

One of the nurses held open the light blue gown, and YN entered arms first before pushing her hands into the open-held gloves, sighing softly. Those steps were always almost meditative for her and her mind, always putting her at ease, no matter how severe the case was.

The OR was her safe place when other places weren't available - just like now because the safe place that Stephen represented wasn't available, not until the steam wore off and their sights weren't as red-tinted as they were now. Sometimes it was hard to love a person that was so similar to oneself, but YN had chosen, and she never regretted choosing Stephen as her partner in every moment that life offered her.

Stepping at the operating table, YN nodded in everyone's direction to greet them, and she pushed every thought about their little fight out of her mind. "Good morning, everybody. Long time no see, June." The OR nurse chuckled. "I thought we would get at least a day and a half before being back in here together." YN grinned behind her mask and softly shrugged. "Hope you had a good coffee because judging by those scans, we will be here for quite some time. Is your son at daycare? Do you need to go and call someone to pick him up later?"

Stephen had entered quietly - he preferred it that way, unlike his girlfriend - but watched her closely because it always left him speechless what a welcoming and open-hearted nature this woman had who had chosen to live with him. He still asked himself why she had decided that he was the one person worthy enough of her love and attention.

"He is upstairs at the emergency daycare, no worries, Doctor LN. We prepared a bottle of water for you, by the way. Doctor Jones said you could use a sip here and there." Nodding her head, YN stepped closer and opened her gloved hand. "Thanks, June. Ten blade, please."

Stephen had already started with the incision and worked through the brain's tissue while always having an eye on the cardiothoracic surgeon just a few feet further down to him.

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Dabbing with a clean towel over the recently repaired aorta, YN slowly nodded, satisfied with her work. No one would suspect this artery was a shredded mess three hours ago. "Okay... Those stitches look good. Suction." The resident, Doctor Peterson, moved the tube slowly through the chest cavity. "Over here?" His question was unanswered for an unusual amount of time, so he looked up to see his supervisor's face. "Doctor LN?" Blinking, YN raised her head and watched Peterson before turning her attention back to the open chest in front of her. Her brain had difficulties following everything after standing for six hours straight. "Yes... Yes, sorry. Right over there."

Stephen had stopped working as the question arose and yet again watched the woman with eagle eyes.

She turned her head to cough softly into her mask while pressing her face against the sterile OR gown at her shoulder. Clearing her throat, YN nodded as one of the not scrubbed-in nurses raised the half-emptied water bottle and waited until one took off the light of her head, pulled down the mask, and finally put the straw right in front of her lips. YN's team was the best a surgeon could find, she was sure of that. "Thanks, Helen," she mumbled after everything was back at its place, and she stepped back at the table.

"What's happening next?" She asked Peterson now, her voice scratchier than ever, and her lungs started to protest again. Taking a deep breath - well, as deep as it was possible with a lower lung capacity - YN tried to shake off that strange feeling as if her head was wrapped in cotton and as if she couldn't get enough air into her lungs and much-needed oxygen into her bloodstream. "We will follow the aorta up to the left ventricle, check the three branches - brachiocephalic artery, left common carotid artery, and the left subclavian artery - before taking him off the cardiopulmonary bypa-... Doctor YN? Are you alright?"

She barely could understand his words, but the sound of the scalpel hitting the ground next to her right foot was all-consuming. YN didn't even realize that it had fallen out of her strangely numb fingers at which she stared now, unmoving. Everything seemed so far gone in front of her eyes, especially as the room started to spin around her.

"YN? YN, talk to me. What is wrong?"

Stephen. His voice was as calm as ever, but she couldn't push herself to move her head and look into his handsome face. Everything was spinning too much.

"I... I don't feel so well..."

It was barely a whisper, and if the operation room weren't deadly silent, except for the monitors and the oxygenator, no one would've understood it. But Stephen's mind switched focus between the open brain in front of him and his girlfriend only two feet away. The constant switch was as smooth as it had always been, even though his brain screamed to stop working and to rush over to her. But he couldn't let go, not with the DeBakey forceps in this man's brain and near the last splinter of the broken bullet. Instead, his hand didn't move a single inch while he raised his gaze to stare over at YN.

"Keep on talking, darling. Talk to me. What's wrong?"

He needed to keep her conscious, and it always helped when he was calm and asked her questions she could easily answer. Just as he would do during one of her anxiety or panic attacks. He could see her blinking slowly, almost in slow-motion while her brain tried to keep up with his words, even though it would love to just blink out.

"Chest's hurting. My head... Everything's spinning. I... Stephen..."

And with that, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she collapsed onto the sterile floor. He could hear instruments clattering on the floor, and Stephen didn't want to think about the possibility that her head had hit the instrument's tray.

"YN?!"

"Doctor LN!"

"Oh gosh, Doctor LN?"

"Get her some oxygen, god damn it!"

Suddenly, pure chaos dominated the operation room, and Stephen worked as fast as he could while shouting questions.

"Could somebody talk to me?!" He needed to know if she was okay. "Somebody needs to say something, or this entire room gets fired!" Stephen didn't care if he sounded like a maniac. "85/50. It's a wonder she held up for this long. Open wound at her right forehead, probably needs stitching. Doctor LN? YN, can you hear me?" The sound of snapping fingers was heard, but no answer. One of the nurses looked back at him, kneeing on the ground next to YN. "We'll bring her upstairs, Doctor Strange." He quickly looked up, straight into the nurse's face. "Make an x-ray of her lungs, a head CT to clear her of a concussion, and don't you dare let anyone other than Henderson stitch that. Page Doctor Palmer, she will see through with everything. And someone needs to page Chamberlain; we still have an open chest here." Shuffling was heard before the anesthesiologist spoke up right next to him. "Hamilton is on duty, sir," he reminded the neurosurgeon, but Stephen scoffed while slowly grabbing the bullet with the forceps. "I don't care if that accident of a surgeon is the fucking president of the United States. Get. Me. Chamberlain." YN would decapitate him with her bare hands if she learned about the fact that Hamilton had ruined hours of her hard, perfect work.

And with that, he returned to his job, mind still a bit out of tune with an unconscious YN being put on a gurney and pushed out of the room only several feet away from him.

He had never felt more helpless in his life.

Do your job, and you can look after her. Do your job, and you can sit next to her and wait for her to wake up. Everything will be okay, Stephen. Stop spiraling.

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The familiar sounds of the hospital surrounded him, but Stephen almost didn't hear them, not since he had gotten the x-ray scans of YN's lungs and the CT of her head. His eyes were practically glued to the tablet screen in his hands, forearms resting on his knees and supporting the weight of his upper body. He couldn't sit straight anymore, nor could he stand, not since they had been left alone in the room YN now occupied in the cardiothoracic unit.

It had taken a long time until he got some peace and quietness minus the beeping sounds of the machines hooked up to his girlfriend because she always had been admired and loved by her colleagues. Everyone had wanted to come by and leave little cards full of Get well soon. If flowers were allowed, the room would probably be filled with them by now.

Rubbing his tired eyes, Stephen scanned the images of the CT another time - he had stopped counting an hour ago - and as all the times before that, he stared at the mild concussion caused by the metal table full of surgical instruments and the hit on the floor right after that. He had scheduled a second CT in about an hour because he had to be sure there wasn't any bleeding, as minor as it could be. He couldn't allow himself to miss it - it would not only end her career, but it could steal the love of his life right from under his eyes in the worst case.

And Stephen always measured in worst-case scenarios if it involved his girlfriend.

A nurse entered the room silently to replace the drip of antibiotics her body would've needed days ago, but better late than never, he guessed. He didn't acknowledge his presence at all - he wasn't in the mood for small talk or reassurances - so he left after checking his supervisor's vitals, and they were alone again.

Typing on the glass screen, the neurosurgeon made sure that the second head CT was indeed booked, even thinking about changing it to a CT with contrast indication, but Christine would probably kill him if she saw how he spiraled and put the tablet on the bedside table. Everything will be alright, he told himself, his hands rubbing over his face and through his now messy hair.

He just had rested his face in the palm of his hands as the sound of movements under the blanket pushed Stephen to look up again. A hoarse groan followed close, and instantly, the man raised from the chair and sat on the edge of the comfortable bed. His eyes took her face in, scanned it for any indication of a stroke everyone had missed out on, and gently held the hand who wasn't hooked up to the drip and heart monitor. Finally, YN's eyes opened slowly, and she blinked; another groan escaped her at the blinding light.

"YN," Stephen almost whispered and scooted a bit closer. A soft but questioning "Hm" was all he got for now, and his heart started to race in his chest; every stimulant responsible for the emotions of fear and panic distributed into his bloodstream, and his usually barely rising anxiety had its peak season with all the adrenaline rushing through is body. He couldn't think straight when it came to her. Never. So he started to caress her face with the tips of his fingers - starting right above her brow, down over her temples, and over her cheeks because he knew that it almost always tickled her, and she would scrunch up her nose. She did exactly that, but only barely noticeable. "YN, I need you to focus, darling. Can you squeeze my hands?" Stephen already held both her hands, and she squeezed them; softly at first, but with every passing second, her grip became tighter. "Okay. Good job, love. Can you feel this?" Stephen's hand had slipped under the blanket to stroke his fingertips over the soles of her feet, and her toes wiggled at the ticklish feeling.

A cough shook her body again before YN could open her mouth. "Could you please stop tickling a barely awake woman? That's socially considered as rude as fuck," her hoarse voice whispered, and Stephen instantly took her hand between his and pressed it against his still rapidly beating heart. "YN." Seemingly, his brain had lost its capacity because Stephen could only mumble her name. Relief rushed through him and counterattacked the adrenaline.

The woman opened her eyes, blinking, to look up at him. "Yeah, s'still my name." Her head throbbed, and she didn't want to know what had happened after her brain had decided to quit his job entirely. "Stop freaking out, Stephen, I'm alright." She tenderly squeezed one of his hands and had to sneeze as she realized the feeling of oxygen tickling the insides of her nose. "Y'all really went all out on me." Amusement was evident in her small voice, but Stephen couldn't laugh about it - and probably would never do.

"You scared the hell out of me, YNN."

Suddenly, she turned serious and beckoned him closer. The tired man obliged but wasn't prepared for her pulling his head onto her chest, but he didn't mind. It had always been his most favorite spot in the world. He felt safe. And cherished. And loved. YN's fingers carded through his hair, which just started to turn grey at his temples, but differently to him, she didn't want him to dye it, so he didn't get the at-home dye while getting the groceries last week.

It was strange what he would do for this woman. But at the same time, it wasn't, especially with the thought about that black velvety box hidden in his locker lingering in the back of his mind.

"I'm sorry, love," she whispered into his soft strands and kissed his head. "Wasn't my intention, really. Thought I'd be strong enough. Strong enough for my patient and strong enough for you." Now, he had to prop himself up on his arm to stare incredulously at the woman he loved more than anything. "I am sorry, but what?" YN shrugged and felt pitiful. "Y'know, you're this incredible man and surgeon, always perfect, always giving his entire being for his patients, and I need to keep up with that, so you won't leave me because you'd find a better, more perfect woman, and-..." He interrupted her nonsense by starting to pepper kisses over her face, except her lips. They didn't need another pneumonia in just a week or two. "Wherever those thoughts came from, you can send them back there, darling. Okay?" Slowly, YN nodded and closed her eyes with a sigh as Stephen pressed a lingering kiss to her still warm forehead.

"Can you show me the scans?"

He stayed close to her as his hand grabbed the tablet and opened her file. Stephen watched her as her eyes darted over every lab they had run, every x-ray image (which looked even worse than she had anticipated, but she couldn't change that anymore), and at last, she scanned the CT. "There is probably a second one coming, am I right?" He shrugged while she softly laughed under her breath and let the tablet sink onto the thickest blanket this hospital owned. "How long will you keep me locked away at our place, Doctor?" The Strange was still propped up on his arms, as close to her as possible without crashing her with his weight or putting too much pressure on her already hard-working lungs, and hummed, deep in thought. "With that much fluid and inflammation in your lungs and larynx? Not to mention the concussion?"

She rolled her eyes. "Please, it's a baby concussion."

Stephen cocked an eyebrow. "Ah, so now you're the world's best neurosurgeon?"

"Don't flatter yourself." She rolled her eyes. "That title can earn anyone, even you." YN hit his shoulder playfully, and a small grin tucked at her lips. An unbelieving but humored "Hmpf" escaped the surgeon before he turned serious again. "Back to the topic at hand. Until you're discharged, you will do whatever the staff is saying. You won't discharge yourself or medicate yourself." YN had already opened her mouth to say something, but Stephen only had to shake his head in one direction, and she closed it again. "Don't try to talk me out of it because I know you, YN LN." Now it was her turn to "Hmpf" in annoyance. "Anyway. After you're discharged, you will stay at home, catch up on all of your movies and shows, bake to your heart's desire, and recover. I don't have to tell you what pneumonia does to your lungs in the long run. You will have to strengthen them again, and that's exactly what you're gonna do, darling. Looking after yourself and taking care of your health and body because I need you a few more years longer."

A loving smile settled upon her tired face, and YN tenderly caressed his cheek with her knuckles. "So... You won't get tired of me just yet?" Stephen chuckled before pressing a kiss into the palm of her hand. "I am not quite sure if that's even a possibility, darling," he returned and kissed her palm a second and a third time, his mind always wandering back to his locker and the box he intended to show her on Christmas Eve because it was one of her favorite days of the entire year. Now, he would have to postpone everything he had planned.

It may be a small throwback, but it would still be perfect.

A soft knock at the doorframe moved the couple to look over and see a smiling Christine standing there. "Sleeping Beauty is awake and obviously fine, perfect. He drove me crazy in the last couple of hours." Stephen rose from his comfortable position and turned his head to his friend. "I wasn't that bad," he tried to defend himself, but now it was YN who scoffed. "Yeah, sure. Keep telling yourself that, love." Then, looking at Christine, she continued: "He went all neurosurgeon-mode because I didn't jump on the bed right after the first blink. Thought my brain would be mush, and I'd be a lost cause." He never stood a chance against these two women, always calling him out and letting him face his flaws - which he never liked much.

"Whatever," he mumbled at the chuckle of his friend before turning back to the redhead. "Is the CT ready?" Christine nodded in approval, and right after that, a nurse pushed a wheelchair into the room.

With the most neutral expression on her face, which looked kind of pissed, YN changed looks with both doctors.

"I'm not gonna sit in that thing."

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She arrived at the CT in said thing.

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She felt soft pecks of even softer lips on her face, and she woke up to that feeling. Yawning, YN blinked up, and both arms fought a way out of the fluffy blanket cocoon she had wrapped herself into to circle them around Stephen's neck.

Ever since her discharge two weeks ago, she had been a good patient, an excellent one, to be quite honest. She never overdid it, always respecting the new boundaries her still recovering lungs had set for her and always listening to the doctors. Well, more like listening to Stephen because he was the one doctor she trusted the most.

"You're early again," the woman mumbled against the skin of his neck, where her face was securely tucked away, and YN could feel his lips on her skin once again. "I told you how this would go. Do my promises mean so little to you?" Grinning, she shrugged and let him sit her up on the comfortable couch she fell asleep on while watching a random news channel.

Apparently, the Avengers were back in the city, and YN desperately hoped she didn't need to drive detours on end just because they thought it would be a great idea to stroll around town, so idiotic humans could form crowds at the glimpse of one of them.

Shaking her head, the woman pushed her fingers through his hair that had acquired a few more grey patches, which she secretly admired every day. "It's just that I know you, Stephen, and I know your workaholic tendencies are just as bad as mine." YN kissed the cold tip of his nose and accepted the cup of tea he had grabbed from the coffee table. "Did you take your meds?" She nodded proudly. "Yup. And the throbbing is finally gone without an Advil." That concussion had been a constant pain in her ass.

Stephen smiled one of his satisfied smiles and kissed her forehead while standing up again. "Well, with that out of the way..." He scooped her up into his arms, and YN squealed-laughing the entire way into the open kitchen, where the Strange sat her on top of the kitchen island. The delicious smell of her favorite food and restaurant wafted through the air, and she took a deep breath without feeling the urge to cough her lungs out. "You seriously drove through the entire city to get me Don Angie's?"

Usually, the expensive Italian restaurant located in Greenwich Village didn't do take-out, but for a selected group of people - people with the right numbers on their checks - they tend to loosen their rules. But well, this very household had a reservation minimum once a month, so they probably were already considered family.

Stephen smiled at the joy he brought into his girlfriend's eyes and started to unpack the containers full of food and dessert. "For you, darling? Always." Scooting over the marble countertop, YN grabbed Stephen's wrist to pull him between her sweatpants-clad legs - his sweatpants, to be precise - and cupped his handsome face with both hands. Her nose softly brushed against his, and Stephen sighed, letting his eyes fall shut and leaning his forehead against hers. "Can I marry you? Will you marry me?" Her question was nothing but a soft whisper, and he had to tear open his eyes to stare into her face, with that knowing smile he almost dreaded to see in such a context. "You really thought it would be a great idea to hide it here when I have almost the whole day to myself?"

He seriously didn't think about that before he took the black velvety box out of his locker because he only had thought about the practicability of it staying at their apartment. He wouldn't have to drive to the hospital to get it if he would've decided to propose to YN spontaneously. And now, he had ruined the surprise with his own hands.

Great.

Scrunching up his face, Stephen groaned and let his forehead sink back against hers as he felt both of her hands carding through his hair again, trying to soothe him. "I didn't open it if that takes something off that disappointment, love," YN whispered and kissed the corner of his mouth. "You didn't?" He had to be sure that at least something of that surprise was still viable. Her head shake was answer enough, and he took a deep breath. "Well, it wasn't a total surprise, now, was it? I think the direction this relationship took off after we moved in together was almost painfully clear or is it just me?"

Maybe it was all in his head, and YN never had the intention to settle down with him, being the smartest couple in medicine, maybe starting a family, growing old together. Maybe it was all just his silly little idea, but never hers.

YN sighed softly at the look on his face, and she could almost feel his spiraling thoughts running havoc inside his overthinking mind. That's why she took his chin between her fingers and forced him to open his eyes again. "It's not only in your head, Stephen. It never was. We may have never talked about it in detail, but the allusion was always there. Our conversation about looking for something more... comfortable, less statement? I would have never brought up the topic of this-", she pointed from her to him, "-wouldn't be a one-way ticket for me. And it is a one-way ticket because I don't need a return ticket. Kids, pets, a life just with the two of us - I don't care as long as you're in it, Stephen Vincent Strange."

He needed to blink in order to keep those foolish tears at bay. Instead, he dove for a deep kiss, so full of love, respect, and adoration that it almost blew his mind.

"You’ll get a proper proposal, darling," he promised, lips still connected and words muffled by it, but YN understood him clear as day. "I hope so because you're the overachiever in this relationship and need to outdo Marc." Grinning at the thought of Stephen's future victorious smile, she kissed him again before squinting over to the food. "I love your kisses, but I'm hungry. Could we do dessert first? On the couch? I'd love some cuddles after five long hours without my personal doctor to fulfill every single of my needs and wishes." One last time, Stephen bent down to kiss her before opening the containers with almost every dessert on the menu and her strolling back to the couch to make space for him between all the pillows and blankets.

"I am not your butler."

But he shouted the words with a smile on his face and one thought on his mind: Life could never turn to the worst with her in it.

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Dancing With The Devil

Summary: Cheers to the happy ending you always wanted Pairing: Sinister!Stephen Strange x fem!Reader Word Count: 2,375 Warnings: Minor spoilers for DSMoM!

A/N: I’ve no idea what this is. Just an idea that came to me out of nowhere but I absolutely love the thought of reader running into the arms of Sinister Strange. Feedback appreciated!

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Everything was going fine. The transportation device was performing at its peak, everything went according to plan. Until it didn’t and it blew a massive hole in the side of your lab. [Name] was thrown against a metal cart, groaning as the world around her spun. Her hand moved to her head, feeling the warmth of blood trickle down the side of her head. A bright light blinded her and she felt something pulling her towards it.

Strewn items and carts flew into the black hole, the scientist included. She screamed, struggling to grip onto the cart as tears pricked her eyes. Her experiment failed. She was going to die. All the things she did in her life, she failed getting the very thing she wanted back. Her Stephen Strange.

[Name] squeezed her eyes tightly, her grip on the cart was loosening. This was it. This was finally goodbye. She let go, the black hole consuming her before disappearing into nothingness.

As the air settled, all that remained of the lab was papers all over the floor with no sign of the scientist.

[Name] smiled, holding Stephen’s hand as he led the way to the lake. His pace slowed and so did she, the Sorcerer tugged her to stand in front of him. He leaned down, planting a soft kiss to her lips.

“I love you,” he whispered, lips brushing against [Name]’s lightly. She giggled quietly, a cool hand resting on his cheek.

“I love you too,”

The two shared another kiss, rings glittering under the bright moonlight.

[Name] jolted awake with a loud gasp, a hand moving to her chest. She coughed hard, hunching over. She moved a leg, groaning loud in pain when she did. Sitting up carefully, her leg was under a heavy cart.

“Shit..Shit!” She hissed, pushing the cart away as hard as she could. Her ankle was surely twisted from the impact or worse, broken.

Her eyes scanned the alleyway for any possible items to help her but found none. She groaned, rolling her eyes at her luck. [Name] turned to the cart, realising a part was broken and it was a rod shaped. She grabbed it, yanking it over and over as hard as it could until the metal dislodged from its hinges. Using what’s left of her lab coat, she wrapped the fabric around her leg and the rod, making a makeshift splint.

[Name] carefully stood, grabbing onto the cart to stabilise herself. She looked up, finally taking in the gloom and darkness of the world. A broken building floated over the alley, adding more questions than answers.

“What the hell..,” she trailed off, intrigued by what she just saw.

Pushing the cart out of the alley, she found herself in the middle of a street, with more floating debris and buildings but no sign of people.

That’s when it dawned on her.

This was not her world. This was nothing vibrant like the world she was from.

Although, her world was no longer as vibrant as it used to be.

[Name]’s eyes widened in shock, jaw slacked. Did her experiment work? Was she finally out of her own world and into a new one? She had expected a..nicer world. She found it odd how there was nobody walking the streets. She began to question if there even were any signs of life.

What better way to find out than to explore.

She remembered the first time she met Stephen. She thought playing hard to get would work on him but it didn’t and ended up falling for him. He was so young back then, as was she. Their love was still in the midst of blooming, like a flower in spring. They dated, had fun, and spent a lot of time together.

But not all happy stories ended happily.

Stephen left for med school and [Name] went elsewhere and they agreed that a long distance relationship wouldn’t work so they broke it off healthily.

It felt like hours and [Name]’s leg was beginning to hurt even more by the hour. Every street, every building looked the same and it was beginning to scare her even more. What if she was accidentally transported to a world where no one existed. That couldn’t be because all the things she has been seeing was evidence that something big happened. Something that probably wiped out all life.

Another failure. This time, one she cannot amend.

Now she had no chance of finding another Stephen for herself.

[Name] stopped, letting go of the cart. She slid down the side of the building, letting out a heavy sigh. Her heart was heavy and so were her eyes. Without realising it, she fell asleep, exhaustion overwhelming her human body.

Almost every night, she dreamt of Stephen and herself and they were all things that never happened between them. It all felt so real and she wanted them to be real. She would do anything to make it real. She would do anything and everything just to be with Stephen again.

Her life was a living hell without him. Her sadness grew to the point she was obsessed with finding ways to find Stephen. When she did, [Name] wasted no time getting to work and making her dream come true. She barely slept, barely ate because all she thought about was Stephen, Stephen, Stephen.

[Name] had to endure countless failures, some causing her injuries that left scars till this day. She had to endure invaders trying to take her work away and she had to live through the pain in her heart over and over again in this waking nightmare.

Everyone knew about [Name] and Stephen but what exactly happened between them?

Here’s the story..

The wedding bells were tolling. It was a day of happiness as [Name] was finally marrying the man she loved. Vows were shared, rings were exchanged and finally, a kiss to seal the deal. Friends, families and heroes cheered for the newly wedded couple and [Name] couldn’t be happier.

Until Thanos and his army arrived.

The heroes, Stephen included, had to fight back and [Name] was left weeping in the arms of Christine while her husband was fighting for his life.

Her sorrow would only grow when Tony and the others returned with such a dark look to their face.

“Where’s Stephen?”

No one answered, some pursed their lips to prevent themselves from telling the truth.

“Where’s Stephen?!” [Name] screamed, her worst fears came to be. Her legs gave way and she fell to the ground, sobbing in her hands as Tony offered a hug.

“I’m sorry, [Name]. I’m sorry..He..He fought well and his sacrifice would not be in vain,” He assured and [Name] refused to listen, gripping his jacket as she wailed into his shoulder.

She wedded her husband and lost her husband on the same day.

[Name] jolted awake, a gust of cold wind blew against her. She shivered, rubbing her hands together in an attempt to at least warm up. With her ankle in a mess and her dressed in just a black turtleneck, [Name] found herself in a more depressing situation than she was when she was back at the lab.

She had two options- To find her lab or to find the Sanctorum. From the street she stood in, with the broken buildings and the lack of signs, it was difficult for the scientist to identify her whereabouts. But she knew where the Sanctorum was, thankfully.

Grabbing the cart, she pushed ahead, in the direction to the Sanctorum..If it was still standing.

Her dreams used to be happy ones, ones she spent with her own Stephen. After his sacrifice,  her dreams of her own Stephen became so rare, it almost pains her to sleep every night.

That was until Stephen returned to her dreams again on one random night. But this Stephen was different. He looked broken, battered and he felt lost. He held darkness and darkness held him. He looked..different compared to her Stephen and he wore the face of the man who lost everything and more. If she even deduced it correctly..

He had a hand outstretched to her, like an open invitation for her to take. [Name] would run and run and run until she reached him. He had her in a tight hug, face buried in her neck in a comforting manner and strong arms secured around her waist. As she pulled away, so did he and she took the time to examine his features. This Stephen had dark eyes, the blues that she fell for were non-existent. The creases of his forehead were deeper and he had a little more wrinkles to the corners of his eyes.

His hair was longer, dishevelled. His goatee was longer too and he wore a big smile on his face. She also noted the fact that his robes were black and not blue as well as the lack of his distinct Cloak that once sits on his shoulders. [Name] found herself smiling too, ignoring the warnings that went off like an alarm in her mind. His hand moved up to cup her cheek, slowly bringing it down to wrap his fingers around her neck. He squeezed gently and she moaned, chewing her bottom lip as she tilted her head back to give him the space he needed.

“Good girl..Do you have any idea how long I’ve been searching for you? My [Name],” Stephen whispered, voice husky as he leaned in. His lips latched to her neck, sucking a dark mark to her skin. She shivered, a low moan left her lips. Her hand moved to grip the back of his head instinctively and she felt him smile against her skin.

“I miss this..I miss you, baby. Come find me. You are so close,” Towards the end of his sentence, [Name] no longer felt his warmth and she stood alone in the dark, happiness clouded her form instead of her usual sadness.

Almost every night this version of Stephen would return and each time, he got more and more possessive. There was a new side to him that made her knees weak and he knew it. She remembered seeing the love bite when she woke up, on the exact spot Stephen left her one in her dreams. She didn’t know how it got there but it made it her life's work to find this Stephen. She didn’t care about the cost. All she wanted was happiness and if she had to destroy her world just to find it, she would.

She would do it.

Anything to be with Stephen again.

The mass empty field that was once Greenwich Village was unrecognisable. The ground was littered in nothing but debris and human bones. Swallowing, the darkness grew the closer she got to the Sanctorum, the skies were grey and dull with lightning and floating debris in it.

She looked up to the familiar roof, her stomach churned. Her alarms were ringing even louder now, telling her not to approach the building or even attempt to interact with it. She didn’t listen. She refused to. Because the last time she did, Stephen died.

[Name] brought herself closer to the Sanctorum. She turned to the right, barren land. She turned to the left, also barren land. The once diverse life was no more, these lands left behind the lively stories of those who lived there. Her heart ached seeing the mass grave of bones, knowing they could have been the counterpart of everyday people she interacted with either in stores, or her favourite cafe by the Sanctorum.

She stopped before the door, abandoning her cart. Her hand moved to the knob but the doors creaked open. Inside, revealed what was left of the large room. The stairs led towards the dark clouds with the view of the violent ocean in the background.

‘Odd,’ She thought and ventured further with a limp. The doors slammed shut behind her, frightening the woman a little.

Swallowing, she held onto the handrail, carefully bringing herself up towards the second floor.

Everything looked familiar and she prayed that Stephen was here. She wanted to see him, even if it was for a short bit.

“Stephen?” She called out, biting her lip as she furthered deeper into the room. It was a mess with candelabras of varying sizes, books, and broken furniture. The thing that caught her attention was the grey wormhole looking thing out the wide window. [Name] carefully limped towards the window, wide, curious eyes studying the phenomenon. This was something very new to her and it was..twistedly beautiful.

A gust of wind blew against her. She turned around, eyes scanning the room. Swallowing, she approached the window that overlooked where she came from. Finding it uninteresting, she turned back to the room.

“Stephen?” She called out again, her heart ached as she began to lose all hope in surviving this unknown world.

A gust of wind, this time colder than the one before, sent a sharp, tingling sensation to her skin. Goosebumps covered her skin, backing up once. Hushed whispers filled the room and they were all chanting her name.

[Name] screamed in shock, backing up further. She froze when her back felt warmth.

Hands moved to her hips, a cold nose dug into the crook of her neck. The hair on his chin tickled her skin and she felt relaxed instantly. A hand moved up her abdomen, gently caressing her breasts before stopping on her neck. Teeth grazed her earlobe, a quiet whimper left her lips. His hip pressed against her, feeling every inch of him on her.

She knew exactly who it was.

The man she was seeking out for, the man who appeared in her dreams.

His hand squeezed her neck lightly, tilting it so it would lean onto his shoulder. Her eyes fluttered close as warm lips brushed her ear.

To hell with the universe and its bullshit rules. She had finally found her Stephen Strange.

“Mmm…Stephen,” [Name] moaned, arching her back slightly against his chest.

He chuckled lowly, sweet vibrations sent shockwaves to her core.

“I finally found you, baby. Now, you’re mine. Forever,”

[too-many-baes]

A Glimpse of Christine

Pairing: fem!reader x Stephen Strange

Warning(s): Angst, break up, comparisons, jealousy

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: Day 2 of Non-Stop August! This fic did not end how I intended but about half way through I had a lightbulb, courtesy of the viral song ‘Glimpse of Us.’ Hope you all enjoy!

Silence envelops the room, except for the ever ticking clock that hung on the wall, a constant reminder of time passing while you sat alone. The pot of pasta serving as the tables current centre piece had long stopped giving off steam yet it still smelled just as good as when you'd placed it there hours ago.

You'd already helped yourself to the lukewarm dish 15 minutes ago but had lost your appetite as soon as you'd sat it on your plate. You idly pushed a single round of penne from one side of your plate to the other before standing with a resigned sigh, collecting your full plate and the completely empty one from the other end of the table. Your untouched food landed with a thud into the rubbish bin, your conversation from the morning ringing in your ears as you set about tidying up what remained of your solitary evening.

“Stephen, can we talk?” You spoke nervously from the bed as you sat and watched him tie his tie in the full length mirror.

“Of course my dear.” His eyes briefly met yours in the mirror, a small smile accompanying his reply. You took a deep breath as you steeled yourself to give the speech you’d been practicing for the last week in your head.

“I need you to be home on time tonight. I’m going to make us a nice dinner, and we’re going to talk while we eat.” He turns around to face you, satisfied with how his tie was sitting.

“And what are we going to talk about?”

“About us, Stephen. We need to talk about us.” He opened his mouth to respond in the same nonchalant way that he loved to, but the look on your face had him using his better judgement and closing it before he could utter a word. He gives you a solemn nod, confirmation that your plans were locked in.

Things hadn’t been the same between the two of you recently, not since seeing her. Sure, the honeymoon phase was well and truly over but it couldn’t be a coincidence that Stephen had gone cold after your run in. Something had changed, and you were hoping, praying, that it wasn’t because of her.

“Stephen,” you call out as he was about to leave for the day after he’d given you a quick peck as a goodbye, “6:30. I won’t be reminding you.”

“6:30. I’ll be there.”

You were scrubbing the pasta pot, the leftovers safely in the fridge and the merlot you’d bought three quarters empty, when the jingling of keys in the door signified Stephen’s arrival. At 9:00pm.

He called your name out cheerfully as the signature sounds of his keys going into the bowl on the entryway table and his bag being plonked down on the ground beside it registered in your ears. You didn’t bother with a response, taking a sip of your wine and going harder with your scrubber at a particularly irritating spot.

“Shit,” he says from the threshold of the kitchen, “the dinner. Babe I am so sorry I forgot-” He reaches out to touch your waist and pull you in for a hug but you jerk away from his touch to grab the tea towel from the oven door.

“Really?” You throw the tea towel into the partially dried bowl to face him, bracing your arms against the sink behind you.

“Don’t even start Stephen. It’s 9 o’clock, where have you even been?” The grumble he gives you in response enrages you, making you snatch the open wine bottle from his hand as he was fetching himself a glass. He looks at you with fire in his eyes as he says your name as if it were a curse. “Where have you been?” You repeat, eyes steady and unrelenting as you look into his.

The two of you are very similar, both of you with an unbreakable will, making arguments a stand down. It is Stephen that gives in first, closing his eyes and rubbing his brow with his thumb and forefinger before looking back at you with a much softer expression.

“I was working on my paper and I forgot about dinner. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t good enough Stephen. Not this time.” You leave the kitchen and head into the bedroom, opening drawers and pulling out what few things you had in them and tossing them on the bed. You and Stephen didn’t live together, but you did keep a small selection of your things at his place, as you had been there more often than not as of the last few months.

A humourless chuckle from the door way indicates that he’d followed you but you pay him no mind as you carry on with the task at hand.

“Acting a little rash, aren’t we?” The smug smile on his face feels as though he’d reached into your chest just to close his fist around your heart.

“This isn’t funny Stephen, and it’s not rash. Things have been different with us for weeks now, don’t even try to deny it”, you added once you saw him opening his mouth to interject. It snaps shut, the amused twinkle from his eyes fading when he notices the tears welling in yours. “All I wanted was one dinner. One dinner where we could talk about things-”

“Well lets talk about them now, I’m here now.” He grabs one of your hands in both of his as he sits himself on the edge of the bed while you remain standing. You look at your hand delicately cradled in his before you look back into his eyes.

The man cares about you, you know he does, anyone could see it. But you know that Stephen was hung up on his ex, Christine, and anyone could see that too. The two of you had bumped into her with her new beau a while back, and you could honestly say that was where the trouble had started. Stephen had been distant ever since. Staying later at the office, not keeping you in the loop of his comings and goings, barely holding you in bed the way he had.

And you knew. You knew that the comparisons had started. That when you made him breakfast on a Sunday, it would take him back to the pancakes and bacon he and Christine had shared. When he went to work and sat in his office he’d be picturing her leaning against his desk as they ate and brain stormed what to do on an upcoming surgery. The watch you’d bought him sat barely worn in its case in favour of the engraved piece of his choosing that occupied his wrist always.

The watch you’d known about from the start, but you’d been naïve enough to think that what he and her had didn’t matter, because you and Stephen were different. You were right, of course. You were different. Different in the sense that you were the sequel. The shitty remake that could never live up to the original. The movie adaptation when everybody knows the book is better. The girl he’d be seeking his other love in, because he couldn’t have her.

“You want to talk?” You question, rubbing your eyes with your free hand and composing yourself breath after breath for what you were about to ask. He nods at you hopefully, but whether or not that hope was for fixing what you had or getting this argument over and done with you couldn’t tell. You pull away your hand from his and take a few steps back, knowing he wouldn’t be happy with what you were about to ask.

“If you could have Christine back, would you?” The silence is nerve wracking, and you suddenly long for the waiting at an empty table and a ticking clock. Stephen eventually lets out a scoff, not looking at you as he answers.

“Of course not, I’m with you, and I love you and-”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Well she has a boyfriend now anyway, she’s moved on-”

“That’s not what I asked Stephen.”

“It’s just irrelevant-”

“Stephen, just ANSWER THE QUESTION!”

“YES.” There it was. What you knew but hoped to be false. “Yes, I would.” You nodded over and over as you collected your small suitcase from his walk in and gathered your pile of things, shoving them inside wordlessly as the tears finally fell down your face. He said you name, once, twice, then again and again in a whisper as you prepared yourself to leave.

Just as you were about to leave the room he caught you by the elbow. Still seated on the bed he looked up at you with teary eyes that made you want to hold the brilliant doctor you’d grown to love. You stayed strong, looking down at him through your own tears and waiting.

“Please don’t go.” You crouched down in front of him, your hands resting on top of his knees as his hands cupped your cheeks. “Please don’t go.”

“I have to.” You utter, allowing yourself a pained smile as your hands cover his, fingers curling around the edges. “I love you Stephen, but I can’t stay. Not now.”

You lean up to plant what you promised yourself would be the last kiss you would ever give him. It was wet and raw and it broke your heart when you had to pull away and finally pry his hands off of your face. You stood and grabbed your suitcase as Stephen held his head in his hands.

You ventured into the lounge and pulled open the front apartment door, his voice stopping you just before you left.

“I love you.” Your tears fell again and you had to force yourself not to turn around and look at the broken man you were leaving behind, knowing you’d falter and stay.

“I know,” you threw over your shoulder, uttering your last words before you shut the door behind you, “but not like her.”