#dr strange imagine

[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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[leviathanspain]

he’s got that fire

doctor strange x reader

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

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

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

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

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

this day was not any different.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you shoved the papers back, and stalked off.

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

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

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

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

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

he could tell.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“stephen-“

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

you nodded, “understood.”

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

he nodded, leaving as quickly as he came.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you looked at him expectantly, eyebrows raised.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

dear stephen,

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

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

but he had to get the truth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[skylarinfinity]

[avengers compound swarms by zombies, some of the member already been bitten]

male reader : [realised one of the zombie is his ex boyfriend strange, rolling his eyes] oh now you walking toward me? i prefer when you always choose your work first.

natasha : i don't know what up with you and him but this is not the time to being salty! we need to go now! [drag male reader with her]

male reader : wait no, at least let me shot him first! [pout]

tags lists @sonicqaulan @graysonfriggason @thebettermaximofftwins @sloanalistair @acienthazard @starlinggoldeneyes @ortegaolsen @wednesdaywanda @sandwichmarvel @gardenofmarvel @wanda-cabin-natasha-jacket @panandinpain0 @badblondebisexualboy

[gemstone-roses]

Dr Stephen strange x fem reader

This is my christmas gift to you all. 🫣

Other Christmas party requests will be posted by Sunday!

Summary: being an assistant to a very handsome doctor certainly has some benefits.

Warnings: smut, 18 plus only, praise kink, a bit of medical play/slight med kink (as a treat) ,medfet undertones, P in V , penetration, lots of soft words and use of good girl you know the drill. Mentions of anxiety, fingering, don’t read if this makes you uncomfortable. Mentions of being unable to orgasm, minors be fucking gone from here.

A:N- wasn’t gonna post this but then I thought… fuck it, so please be kind 🥹❤️. Likes comments and reblogs much appreciated thankyou❤️

Going to go hide now. Happy holidays.

You slide the files in your hand across the paper scattered desk. Holding your breath as you attempt to hurry out of the room. There’s no one in there now, but the white lights of the room and the too clean smell make anxiety pool in the bottom of your stomach.

Flustered, you walk right into a wall of rigid human.

“Your always in such a hurry to get out of here” a deep voice chuckles

“Oh god, sorry” you mutter, wincing, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

“Hey, I’m just joking darling, although one does wonder if one has done something wrong to have you running out of here so often” he reaches out to cup your chin, long fingers wrapping around your jawline and you think you just might pass out, thoughts immediately jumping to where else he could put his long fingers. His brow furrows as he takes in your state.

“Are you feeling alright?” He questions in concern, fingers dipping to your neck, feeling your pulse, he presses slightly and your heart jumps in your chest.

“Hm” he says, reaching for the stethoscope round his neck.

Your eyes widen and you panic slightly “no! I don’t like doctors okay, well I like you of course that’s not- I mean going to the doctors and the rooms always freak me out and it smells horrid and I don’t like it” you breathe, closing your eyes as the realisation of what you just said hits you like a train.

Stephen’s eyebrows raise in surprise, his hand is still resting on your jaw, he runs his thumb across your jawline.

“Sorry” you wince, finally looking at him.

“Don’t apologise, lots of people are afraid of the doctor ” he smiles and you roll your eyes.

“I am not afraid” you attempt to convince him but the massive teasing smirk on his face says otherwise.

“Your cute when your mad” he teases and you huff, this man was going to be the death of you.

“Stop teasing me” you whine, and he just chuckles again.

“Oh,beautiful, this isn’t how I tease” his voice is lower now, and warmth spreads through your stomach at his words.

You swallow, his eyes flick to your lips and then back to you. A silent question.

“Please” you whisper, barely audible.

But he heard, his hand comes to grip the back of your neck and he pulls you into him, lips crashing together as you moan into the kiss, Stephen’s other hand moves to your hip, gripping tightly, he deepens the kiss as he strokes the back of your neck.

It leaves you breathless, lips swollen and wetness pooling between your legs.

You whine when he breaks the kiss, his hands still on you.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time” he says, an ever so slight shyness creeping into his voice.

“I’ve wanted you to do that for a long time” you reply, taking a deep breath as he strokes your neck, fingers pressing slightly where it meets your collar bone.

“Have you now” his tone sends shivers down your spine.

He definitely feels your pulse speed up, he smirks, an idea forming in his mind.

“Tell me” he whispers, leaning into your neck, placing open mouthed kisses in between his words, you moan quietly as his actions send goosebumps across your skin.

“Stephen” you whine.

“What else have you wanted me to do?” His words go straight to your core, his hand dips under your shirt, lightly rubbing the skin on your hip.

“You thought about my fingers? How they’d feel inside you? How id make you come all over them before I have you screaming and coming all over my cock?” Your pussy throbs, all you can do is whine, needy, desperate for him to touch you properly.

“Please, touch me Stephen, I need you” you whisper.

He smiles, “lie down on the bed for me honey”.

You back up until you hit the bottom of the bed. Your mind races as he follows, trapping you against the bed.

“Do you want to stop?” He asks softly.

You shake your head hard,

“No, but, it takes me a while to er.. finish, sometimes, all of the time, so” you shrug, it’s put people off before, they’ve given up and you’ve been left horny and heartbroken before.

Stephen’s face falls.

“So no one’s ever?”

“Nope” you say, popping the p.

He wraps his arms around your waist, his cologne invading your senses.

“Well, how about we change that, I’ll stay here all night if that’s what it takes my love”. Your eyes widen, no one has ever bothered to be as nice as the man in front of you now. It just makes you drip even more.

He dips his head to your ear

“Now, be a good girl and hop up on the bed for me”. He whispers, nipping on your earlobe.

You do as he says, his eyes never leave you as you attempt to do it with some form of sensualness. He smiles at you when you’re done.

“Do you trust me” he asks, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your pants, he removes them slowly, watching every minute expression on your face.

“I do” you say wholeheartedly.

Stephen places his hands on the bottom of your legs, he pulls gently, signalling for you to shuffle down. He smirks at the wet patch in the middle of your panties. He runs a finger down the middle, you let out a breathy moan.

“Now this, is teasing” he chuckles before bending down and pushing your legs apart placing a kiss to your clothed pussy.

He hooks his fingers through your underwear, pulling them down as he grips your legs and gently places them in the stirrups.

You frown slightly, confused. He seems to sense it.

“Just say the word and I’ll stop honey” he soothes rubbing the inside of your leg.

“Okay” you agree.

“Such a pretty pussy” he sighs, inching his hand closer to where you desperately need him.

“Stephen” you plead.

“Okay, okay, so impatient” he tuts as he starts rubbing slow circles on your clit, coaxing it out from the hood. He watches as your face contorts with pleasure.

“Mm, so wet too” he comments as He pushes a finger into you, groaning as your pussy clenches around his finger.

“Fuck Stephen” you choke out as he curls his finger and your back arches off the bed. He keeps rubbing circles on your clit, pumping his finger in and out of you slowly.

“That’s it, let me hear you honey” he says, applying pressure to your clit. Your head spins with pleasure, and Stephen keeps going, alternating between rubbing and pressing on your now puffy clit and curling his finger inside you. Your orgasm builds slowly.

“Doing so well for me” Stephen comments, his other hand moves up to rest on your stomach.

You let out a strangled moan as he pushes slightly, he smiles, lips parted as his cock strains in his pants at your reaction, he does it again as his fingers curl inside you. Pleasure clouds your vision, it’s unexpected, and then all at once you feel everything,

“Oh god, m gonna-

“I know, let go for me, that’s it, good girl” he whispers as you clench around him one more time and gush around his digits.

“Oh that was incredible” he smiles down at you.

“More” you mutter, recovering from your mind blowing orgasm.

Stephen unfastens his belt, his hard cock almost painful now. He moans as his fingers brush against it as he removes his boxers.

You push up from the bed, eyes wide in almost awe as you stare at his thick cock. Tip bright red, precum leaking from it. Your mouth drops open slightly and Stephen pushes his fingers in your mouth, groaning as you wrap your lips around them and suck.

“Oh fuck” he whispers, his other hand palming his cock.

He removes his fingers from your mouth, swipes his thumb across your bottom lip and reaches to grab a condom from the cart next to the bed.

“You doing okay” he checks as he rolls it down, and you nod, smiling at him.

“Good, now, lie down honey, I got you”. His voice is deeper, it cracks as he speaks.

He taps his cock a few times on your pussy before lining up with your entrance.

“Take a deep breath for me honey, that’s it” he smiles and to u think you could come from his words alone.

He pushes his cock inside as you do, walls moulding around him.

“My god you feel divine wrapped around my cock like this”.

You whine, he pushes on your stomach once more as he begins thrusting.

“Ohh-

Your breath catches in your throat, his cock filling you so good.

“Breathe” he says, “your doing so well for me honey, your okay”. He groans as his cock throbs with every thrust. You close your eyes as you get lost in the pleasure, you don’t think you’ve ever felt this good.

“Look at me honey”, you open your eyes to find him gazing lovingly at you.

“Tell me how it feels” he groans.

You shudder as he pushes deeper, hand moving to your over sensitive clit.

“Ah- Stephen, y-you feel so good” you choke out, your pussy clenches hard around his cock.

“Yeah? You gonna come for me again? Give me another honey, drench my cock like you did my fingers” his thrusts become faster as you throb around him.

“M fuck, please, I’m so close” you cry out.

“Come for me, let go honey, I’ve got you, come with me” he pants as he snaps his hips, hard and you scream his name, tears rolling down your face, his cock throbs inside you as he comes as you do.

Stephen slows his thrusts as he helps ride out your high, whispering praise to you as you come down.

He’s already got the things required to clean you up set out, bottle of water ready for you, hot towel and cloth.

“That was amazing, you are amazing, did so good honey” he says, placing a gentle kiss to your lips. You curl into him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Dinner?” He asks.

“Dinner” you agree, smiling softly.

[parkersbliss]

Last Name: Strange | S. Strange

pairing: dr strange x female!reader

wc; 1.3K

warnings; angst </3

synopsis: everything he’s wanted at his fingertips…

a/n: first time writing for the doctor! so I hope it’s good <3

Masterlist | Taglist | Prompt list

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Something had gone wrong.

Terribly, terribly wrong.

He wasn’t quite sure what had gone wrong, just that something had. He could sense it, traveling from his fingertips all the way to his heart. One minute he had been casting his spell, and the next, he felt a shift, and now he was here.

Stephen brushes his hand on his shirt, glancing around the busy street and trying to place a familiar sight. This was still New York, the same Empire State in the distance. But he knew better, there was a hint of something in the air, and Stephen knew to always trust his instincts. He thinks through his options and concludes that the best one is to find the sanctum. If he's right, he assumes he was in another universe and that they probably had their own Dr. Strange. He always did want to meet another version of himself. The question was, would they be best friends or enemies?

He walks down the familiar streets, noting that the names are consistent and nothing looks out of place. Which was a little odd given he had yet to find out what made this world different from his. Yet, that idea was quickly negated when he stepped foot in front of his home.

He could feel the energy wrapped around his wrists, and it wasn’t his. Someone else was here — someone that wasn’t him. He takes careful steps towards the door, sparks flying from his fingers just in case. The doors open with ease, and his eyes narrow in anticipation. He takes a careful step inside, hands up in defense as he prepares for whoever is guarding it to start a war. But no one enters and the doors slam shut behind him. He lowers his guard, left with nothing but the orange glow of his magic. The feeling was stronger now. It was so familiar on the tip of his tongue, like something from his past he can’t quite capture.

At the sound of footsteps, his hand flies out, a spell flying at the intruder. But they easily deflect it with their hand. “That’s not necessary.”

And that’s when Stephen knew what the feeling was. It was the feeling of you.

He watches as you descend the stairs, hood falling back to reveal the same eyes he always loved. He knew for sure what had gone terribly wrong. You stopped at the end of the stairs, tilting your head.

“You’re not from here, are you?” You asked softly.

Your voice is light, airy, and sweet like he remembered it. You were exactly how he remembered you, down to the curve of your nose. It makes his stomach lurch as he stares at what must be a joke.

“What gave it away?” He asked, trying to keep his voice steady as he meets your glassy eyes.

You point towards the Eye of Agamotto around his neck. “I’m the only person allowed to wear that.”

He shrugs, playing arrogant though his heart aches deeply. “That all?”

You press your lips into a thin line, feeling the weight of the room on your shoulders. “Well, that and Stephen Strange is dead.”

He wasn’t sure why that shocked him so much. Maybe he really was arrogant enough to believe he couldn’t die. But it was only after you said that did he notice the frown on your lips and the dark circles under your eyes. He glances around the Sanctum and notes the condition of dust and darkness. A place that wasn’t very suited to the you he knew. “Funny, where I’m from, (Y/N) (L/N) is dead.”

“It seems we’re not exactly the same variant then.”

Stephen quirks a brow. “How so?” He wanted you to so desperately not be a carbon copy of her. Yet, by the looks of it, you were. Nothing about you was different except for maybe the whole sorcerer supreme thing. He’s not really shocked by it. You were always so determined. He doesn’t doubt this Earth was lucky to have you. He just wishes he did too.

“My last name isn’t (L/N),” You said with a soft frown. “It’s Strange.”

Stephen’s lips part as his eyes fall to the ring on your finger. It’s identical to the one buried in his sock drawer. The one that should have been around your finger until…

You both stand in silence. Stephen, desperately trying not to shed a tear or kiss you. He’s dreamed of this day for so long, but now that it was here? It felt like a nightmare — it was a nightmare. He couldn’t stay. He got a taste of what he finally wanted, only for it to be taken away moments later. He often thought of doing it himself, going back to that night and changing it. You weren’t dead, you couldn’t possibly be dead, and if there was any proof, then it was this Dr. Strange.

You take a deep breath. “It’s weird, isn’t it? Everything you’ve ever wanted is right in front of you, and yet…” You trail off, sniffling at the end. Stephen wasn’t sure what happened to your Stephen. Maybe the same thing to him, but obviously, this Stephen had gotten lucky enough to marry you. He would kill for that opportunity. In fact, that thought has crossed his mind a few times. He could utter a few words and rewrite history as he knew it. Somehow though, the idea of everything he would miss out on stopped him. Not to mention the chances of him succeeding were little to none.

“Yeah,” Stephen chokes out in reply. He stares at his boots, refusing to look at you. He fears if he does, he might never go back.

Your fingers drift towards your ring, twisting it around your finger as you try to think of what to say. “Did she lead you on this path?” You gesture towards his outfit and the cloak.

Stephen nods, recalling the night his life changed forever. All it took was one accident, one mistake, and he found himself in the worst pain imaginable. A pain that didn’t go away, even after everything. Even after years and years, anniversary after anniversary.

“He led me on mine too,” You whispered. “I always did wonder what would have happened if it was me instead.”

And here Stephen was, wondering the exact same question. He finally looked up again, realizing just how broken you looked. It didn’t matter who died — the outcome was the same. One Dr. Strange, broken and just as alone.

“Did you ever try going back?” He blurts out.

You let out a small laugh, “Of course I did. I got so close once I could see him, but what good would it do?”

“You’d get to be with him again,” Stephen replied. “Is that not worth everything?”

“It is,” You whisper, lip trembling. “But I can’t change what made me who I am. Besides, you’re proof of my theory. I chose to believe that in the infinite number of worlds, we had to make it on one of them.”

Stephen shakes his head. “Do you really believe that?”

A tear slips down your cheek. “I have to.”

“Or else?” Stephen probes.

“Or else I’m going to beg you to stay here.”

“And I wouldn’t say no.” He takes a tentative step towards you, wiping the tear from your cheek and meeting your eyes again. Your eyes are so full of life, youth, wisdom, and all the things he wanted to see from you. The eyes of his wife.

“I still love you,” He whispered, letting his own tears feel as you pull him close. He knew this was dangerous. He might give in and just stay. He would never know what happened back home. This was home — you were his home.

“I still love you too,” You said. “And I know in some other world, we’re happy.”

“Perhaps we can indulge in that fantasy here just a little longer?” Stephen suggests, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. He just needed a few more moments with you.

“You know what happens if we do.”

Stephen pulls back, pressing his forehead to yours. “I know, just please, five more minutes.”

“Five minutes could be forever.”

“If only it was.”

— END —

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Stowaway Cloak (2/3)

Characters: Stephen Strange, Reader - platonic

Warning: None.

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

Miniseries - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (final)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Miniseries - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (final)

Masterlist here

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*Stephen and Y/N talking*

Stephen looking at a page full of questions: “You know all the answers to these questions about me?”

Y/N, sarcastically: “Scary, isn’t it?”

Stephen starts acting skeptical: “A little bit, what am I allergic to?”

Y/N: “Pine nuts… and the full spectrum of human emotion.”

Stephen, unimpressed: “Oh that’s… that was funny.”

[multific]

Another Reality

Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: America found a rather interesting multiverse. One, which Steven never would have believed existed if he didn't see it with his own two eyes.

"So, you are from the multiverse." The Stephen standing in front of them looked, a little younger somehow and tired, very tired.

Wong eyed the man before turning to America.

"Where did you bring us this time?"

"I don't know. I still don't have full control over my power." argued the girl, but Stephen was looking at his other version.

"So, what is your life like? Did you marry Christine?"

"Christine?" laughed the other Strange. "No, she married someone, has two children know. I found someone else."

"Wait, you are married?" asked Wong.

"Yes." he showed his ring. "After Christine got married, I realized, while yes I do love her, I cannot be alone forever, so, I found someone else, or rather she found be but, none the less, I am married, happily at that."

Stephen couldn't wrap his head around this. How could he find someone? No one compared to Christine in his mind.

"Sweetheart, that's my ear, please." all turned to the voice, seeing a young woman walk into the room with a baby grabbing onto her earring.

The baby girl was obviously very interested in her mother's silver earring as it did not want to let go even when her hands were pulled away.

"Is she troubling you?" asked your husband.

"Not really, she should be sleeping but-" and then you noticed the people in the room. "What did you do?" you turned to your husband with a little angry expression.

"Why do you think I did something?" asked the man, offended. You gave him a look but then he nodded. "Right, okay, but this time, I swear it wasn't me."

"Hi. Are you the wife?" asked America as she walked over to you. "Cute baby." you gave her a smile.

"I like your pin." you said noticing the pin of her jacket. "Would you like to hold her? She likes to grab things so be warned."

America got the baby and smiled as the kid laughed and toucher her cheek.

"I like her." she turned to her Stephen and Wong as she held the little girl.

"Darling?" turned your husband to you.

"Hm?"

"We need to help them get home, do you have the spellbook?"

"Did you check my room?"

"I rather not go into your room, Dear. I feel like I enter Satan's lair every time I do."

"I don't sacrifice stuff, Stephen. You are saying that because of the candles and the dark walls, but I'm nothing but an ordinary witch, you know that."

Stephen rolled his eyes before he turned to his other self and Wong.

"She says that but she killed Thanos' entire army with a snap of her finger.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes as you turned to your guests.

"Would you like something to eat? I made some lasagna yesterday."

"YES!" America turned and yelled so loud, your baby got scared and started to cry. America panicked and tried to hand you back the kid, but your husband was faster. You walked to the kitchen to get the food ready.

He held his daughter and lulled her back to sleep.

Stephen and Wong watched the scene, as this small delicate little thing calmed down and started to play with her father's necklace. They watched as he placed a kiss on top of her head.

"Eat with us, then I will make her get the book from that room."

"I heard that." you yelled from the kitchen.

Throughout the entire day, America, Wong and Stephen just watched the couple. You and your Stephen got along very well, even if you did bicker from time to time, they could tell, the love was real. And the best proof of that was the little girl in your arms. The baby was the reason you two were so sleepy, you told them many stories, you told them the story of how you gave birth.

"He freak out! He started running up and down, opening portal to every possible dimension other than the hospital." you laughed.

"I did not freak out!"

"Oh, he did. I laughed so hard, but then I also felt the pain. Eventually, I got to the hospital and was able to finally give birth. He was there all along, holding my hand, making sure we were both okay. And then we could finally hold her."

"Most precious thing in my life." your husband nodded.

The three smiled at the couple and Stephen knew, he might need to rethink his life choices.

Finally America would be able o open the portal, so they could go home.

Your husband stepped over to Stephen before they left and said. "Find her."

And soon, Stephen was standing in his Sanctum once again.

His Sanctum, quiet, no laugher or bickering, no baby or wife. Just him. He couldn’t stop thinking about you and the child, about how that could be his reality.

Wong headed back to Kamar-Taj with America, not making a single comment. He trusted his friend enough to know what they just saw will be important to him.

And so, Stephen headed out into the world, trying to find the ordinary witch who will give a new purpose to his life.

Part 2

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[vi-trying-to-survive]

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

Stephen Strange x f!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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

[dilemmaontwolegs]

First Impressions || Dr Strange

Summary: You have a vision to combine sorcery with science to become an even greater surgeon, you just need to convince Dr Strange to teach you. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, foreplay, protected sex, fluff, medical terms/surgery scene WC: 2.8k

A/N: remember to head over to @dilemmaslibrary and hit 'Get Notifications' to hear about my new fics.

Ever since you graduated Medical School and had seen magic first hand, when Doctor Strange metaphysically broke through your operating room, you became obsessed with merging the two. You couldn’t believe your luck when you found a sling ring in an estate sale on Craigslist but you prepared yourself for disappointment when the package arrived. 

“Come on, please be the real deal.” You whispered as you broke through the plastic bubble wrap and felt the cool metal fall into your palm. It wasn’t the greatest fit for your fingers but you managed to slip it on and held it up as you had seen in the many videos available on youtube of the sorcerers in action. “Take me to Dr Strange.”

A few sparks glittered in your living room but they quickly fizzled out and you huffed in annoyance. Taking a calming breath, you lifted your ring adorned hand and with the other repeated the circling motion, imagining the surgeon come sorcerer. “Show me Dr Strange.”

The sparks arced around the room, completing a dark circle as it grew and you squealed at the sight of the bare chested man reading a book in his bed.

“Excuse you.” He muttered as he frowned, looking over the top of the book at you. 

“I’m so sorry.” You stammered as you looked around his room instead of being drawn into the smooth muscles that were revealed as he closed the book and placed it on his lap covered by his bedspread. “I, um, didn’t mean to intrude.”

“I hardly believe that.” He stated bluntly. “What do you want?”

“You.” His eyebrow curled up and you cringed with the need to slap yourself. “That came out wrong, not that you’re not a very attractive man, you are. Oh god, shut up…What I mean is…I need you to teach me sorcery.”

His lips twitched with a hint of amusement but then he opened his book again, his dark green eyes skimming the pages quickly. “While I am flattered, I am not in the business of training thieves.”

“I’m not a thief.” You said as you stepped through the portal, the need to defend your honour surging you into his private quarters.

“You have a sling ring that does not belong to you.”

“I paid good money for this.” You argued. “Do you know how many duds I brought before I found this one? Seven.”

“Congratulations. You have tenacity.” He drawled as he rolled his eyes.

“Damn right I do, and I’ll prove it if you let me.” 

“Fine.”

“I will come back every night and change your alarm until you…wait what?”

“I said fine. I’ll see you here first thing Monday morning.” He said dismissively, holding his palm up to stop you from interrupting. “And use the front door next time.”

“I’m extremely grateful but Monday morning kind of clashes with my-”

“Do you want my help or not?”

“Yes, it’s just-”

“What?” He growled as he slammed the book shut. “What could be so important?”

“I have a paediatric craniotomy booked in.”

He sighed heavily and ran a hand over his face before pinching the bridge of his nose. “Well, I can’t ask you to change that now can I? That would really make me the asshole.”

“Kind of, yeah.” You shrugged with a smile, hoping to lessen the blow to his ego before you turned back to your portal. “Is that The Senses: A Comprehensive Reference?”

You walked around the portal to the bookshelf that took up the entirety of one of his bedroom walls and reached for the hardback you had wanted to get your hands on for a while. The spine didn’t have a single dent and you tutted to yourself as you realised the treasure hadn’t even been opened.

“Sure, just help yourself.” Stephen sighed as he went back to reading his book. “Not like you need an invitation, apparently.”

“Anyone ever told you that you’re very passive aggressive?” You asked as you took a seat in the dark red leather chair that matched his bedspread.

“They tend to leave out the passive part.” He muttered, but still flicked his finger at the lamp beside the chair and illuminated the page you had opened. 

You chuckled to yourself as you tucked your legs up under you and got comfortable in the seat and circled your hand around the portal, erasing it from the room. “I’m starting to think you don’t want me to leave now.” 

“Keep disturbing me and find out.” 

You pressed your lips together in a tight smile as you ran your finger over them, pretending to zip them closed as you turned your attention back to the book on your lap. You should have felt uncomfortable sitting in a relative stranger's room while he was half naked but you didn’t get to be one of the best brain surgeons, since Stephen’s accident, by not taking risks. It was in your DNA, you couldn’t help that you didn’t have a healthy fear for the dangers around you - no risk, no reward.

A buzz at your hip was quickly followed by an irritating beep that stirred you from your slumber. The crick in your neck ached as you tried to straighten up and found you had fallen asleep in the leather chair, the book waiting on the side table with a bookmark between the pages. The lamp had been turned off at some point during the night and a woollen blanket had been laid across you, by Dr Strange you assumed. 

Grabbing the pager on your hip you rubbed away the sleep in your eyes so you could focus on the message running across the little screen before jumping to your feet. 

“God, I do not miss that sound.” Stephen complained as it woke him up too.

“Do you miss being a surgeon?” You asked as you folded his blanket and draped it over the chair.

“Sometimes.”

His voice was barely above a whisper and it felt more like a confession to himself than an answer to you. “Where’s your residency?”

“Metro-General Hospital.” You said as he opened a portal in the surgical wing of your workplace. 

“What the hell?” Dr Palmer gasped as she rounded the corner and saw the portal leading to his room. 

She looked between you and the still half naked Stephen before averting her eyes. “Dr Y/L/N, your patient is being prepped in OR 3. Nice to see you, Stephen.” 

“Christine.” He nodded before pointing at you. “Next time, knock. Bye, bye.”

The portal surged towards you and closed an instant after it passed, leaving you in the sterile hallway with a curious Christine whose lips were just beginning to part.

“You don’t have to say anything, nothing is going on with Stephen.” You interjected as you made your way to the operating room.

“I was just gonna say he’s a good person.” She admitted, causing you to pause and turn back to her. “He’s just not so good with people. Be careful, I don’t want to see you hurt when he leaves you disappointed.”

“Wow.” You laughed and shook your head. “Thanks for looking out for me, Doc, but I’m a big girl.”

Your eyes burned from being completely focused on the bullet fragments in your patient's brain, each sliver of metal slowly extracted by your steady hand until you reached the very last one. 

“It’s too risky, you could cause more damage by removing that one.” 

You didn’t even look at the resident, Doctor Andrews, as you continued to extricate the piece. “I am the attending, thank you very much, and I am going to remove it.”

“Is your fragile ego really worth killing the kid?” He argued and you looked up at the live iMRI guiding you. 

“You said it, he’s just a kid and this fragment was pressing on his pituitary gland. Can anyone explain what that means to Mr Know-It-All over here?” You asked and saw an eager medical student raise his hand. “Have at it.”

“The pressure on the pituitary gland would hinder its function limiting body growth, hormone release and cause lifeline blood pressure issues.”

“Gold star for you.” You muttered as the fragment came free without the need for cauterising any bleeds and you dropped it into the metal tray with the rest of the shrapnel. “You can close up.”

The medical student looked like he had won the lottery as he stepped forward and you stepped into the space beside Doctor Andrews, leaning in as you watched the student begin to textbook suture the wound closed. “Damn that fragile ego of mine.”

With the surgery finished and the boy on his way to recovery you tore your gloves and scrubs off, dumping them in the hazmat bin before stepping out of the room and straight through a portal in the floor. Your heart leapt out of your chest as you fell but as quickly as it started, you found yourself landing on the soft cushioning of a bed. 

“That was rude.” You frowned as you finally stopped bouncing and found Stephen smirking from the chair you had slept in. 

“Consider it payback.” He chuckled and pressed his fingers together as he leant back. “That was an impressive retrieval, but there was no way to know how much that fragment would have affected him if it had been left.”

You crossed your arms defensively and tipped your chin back. “Maybe, but there would have been more risk opening scar tissue and going in a second time when they found he never hit puberty, by then it's too late.”

“I’m not arguing, I would have done the exact same thing.” He admitted as he rose from the chair. “Like I said, I’m impressed.”

You were acutely aware that the roles had been reversed from last night and now you were the one sitting against his headboard as he crossed the room. A part of you was disappointed that he was wearing clothes this time and from the smirk playing on his lips, he knew it too.

“I get the feeling that doesn’t happen often.” You whispered as he reached the edge of the bed.

“No, it doesn’t.”

“You’re not feeling threatened are you?” You teased as he towered over you. 

“That’s not exactly the word I would use.” He chuckled, his fingers rising to his cloak and shrugging it from his shoulders. “I must admit, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

Your breath caught in your chest as he leant closer and you were surrounded by his warm spiced cologne. “Any ideas on how to fix that?” 

“I have one.”

His lips were surprisingly cold as they brushed over yours and you reached up to run your fingers through his hair and pull him closer, deepening the kiss as your tongue caressed his. Your head fell back with a decadent sigh as he made his way down your neck, his short shaped beard teasing your skin and sending goosebumps erupting across your body. 

“This isn’t exactly how I imagined our first lesson would go.” You said breathlessly as he unbuttoned your work blouse and bared more of your skin to his touch. You were trying to return the favour but Stephen had more layers than you could understand. “Why are you wearing a hoodie and a jacket?”

“I just got back from Siberia.” He answered as if it were completely normal for him to cross the globe twice in a single morning, but for him it was.

“That explains your lips.” You murmured as you ran your thumb across them. “I didn’t want to go all Doctor on you.”

Your core clenched as he winked up at you. “There’s always role play, but maybe another time.”

“Hmmm, yes, sir.” You grinned back. “Now can you ‘poof’ your clothes off already?”

“Doesn’t quite work that way, sweetheart.” He said as he leant back and pulled the layers of shirts over his head. 

“It will when I master it.” You promised, tugging his belt away so you could pull his trousers over his hips. 

Whatever witty remark he had on his tongue was forgotten when you wrapped your hand around the silken skin of his cock and stroked him, his own hands making quick work of your bra. Your lips parted with a soft moan when he sucked your nipple into his mouth and rolled his tongue around it skillfully.

“Do you make a habit of spying on surgeries?” You asked curiously before his fingers dipped beneath your panties and you lost all ability to speak. 

“No, you were the exception.” He whispered in your ear. “I wanted to see who I was getting involved with. I didn’t expect to find myself so enthralled, it’s quite frightening.”

“The infamous Stephen Strange fears me?” You teased, grazing your teeth over his racing pulse before he pushed you back on the bed and pulled your scrub pants off your body.

“I’m not afraid of you.” He growled as he knelt between your spread legs and trailed his darkened eyes over your body with a hunger burning in their depths. His fingers disappeared into a small portal before pulling out a condom that he rolled down his length before teasing your slit with them. “I’m afraid of what you’ll make me do.”

“Why is that?” You asked as you hooked your legs around his hips and drew him in closer so his hard length rested at your entrance.

“Because I won’t be able to say no to you.”

His fingers laced with yours before he pinned your hands above your head and your back arched as he rolled his hips, his tip easing through your wet folds too slow for your needs. 

“Then don’t say no, Stephen, just fuck me already.” You begged as you looked up from your vulnerable position. 

His eyes fluttered shut as he gave in and buried himself in your core, indulging himself in the sweet sound of your moan. “Shit.”

Your pussy clenched at the sight of Stephen losing the tight grip he had on his control and let himself fall completely into the moment, even his hair that was always combed back perfectly came free and tousled with every thrust into you. Your wrists fought against his hold, your nails looking for purchase across his back but he grunted as his grip tightened and he fucked you harder. 

“Oh god, that feels so good.” You mewled as his angle changed and his pubic bone applied pressure to your clit when he bottomed out, waves of pleasure erupting from the epicentre.

The hold on your hands disappeared as he moved to hold your waist, pressing gently against your stomach with one hand but the pressure within your walls exploded from the touch. White hot lightning flashed across your eyes and your nails raked down Stephen’s back as your orgasm ripped through your body and your pussy gripped him like a vice. His head fell to your shoulder and his deep moan reverberated through you as he was overcome and he spilled his seed into the condom, your pussy massaging him through his release and milking every last drop.

Stephen collapsed to your side, rolling onto his back as his chest rose and fell quickly while he caught his breath. You turned to your side, propping your head on your hand as you took in every feature, including the extremely full condom he was reaching down to remove.

“Been a while huh?” You joked as he tied it off and dropped it through a portal to what you assumed was a rubbish bin.

“There’s not exactly a lot of down time between saving the world.” He shrugged. “I am particular about the person I want to share my bed with.”

“Colour me intrigued, I need to hear this.” 

“Well, first, she has to be smart.” He said, his finger trailing lightly along your thigh and over your hip. “Secondly, sarcasm, that’s a must.”

“Of course.” You smirked, his finger continuing its path over your waist and between the valley of your breasts. “What else?”

“She would have spirit, others might call it pestilence, but it’s an unyielding eagerness.” He smiled, his finger tipping your chin back so he could lean in closer. “Does that sound like someone I might know?”

“24 hours ago I would have said no.” You giggled, the sound foreign to your own ears. “I don’t think I’m pestilent.”

His lips silenced any further remark as he pulled you against him and deepened the kiss to reignite the fire in your core. Pulling away breathless, he ran his thumb over your swollen lips and smirked. “I said spirited.”

[skylarinfinity]

strange : [looking male reader up and down] so how you become most powerful being ever exist?

male reader : eat healthy food, get good sleep and exercise a lot [shrugged]

strange : [looking at male reader suspiciously] so no soul bargain with demon?

male reader : [scrunch his nose in confused] if you call my cats demon's than yes i devoted my whole life for them... oh and my wife wanda [smile]

strange : [panicking] wanda? you mean the scarlet witch?! [male reader nods] oh hell nah you better not multiple-

male reader : [smiling] wanda is pregnant with our twins-

strange : shit, wong universe's in serious danger!

tags lists @sonicqaulan @graysonfriggason @thebettermaximofftwins @sloanalistair @acienthazard @starlinggoldeneyes @ortegaolsen @wednesdaywanda @sandwichmarvel @gardenofmarvel @wanda-cabin-natasha-jacket @panandinpain0 @badblondebisexualboy

[slightly-smarter-nat]

The Sorcerer’s Daughter || Stephen Strange

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Pairing: Stephen Strange x Christine Palmer x daughter reader

Warnings: N/A. If I have missed any warnings, please let me know.

Word Count: 1330 words.

Summary: Strange is eager to teach his young Daughter the power of a Sorcerer, but his Wife isn’t as enthusiastic.

A/N: I’m currently in a MoM mindset. The fic is based on a potential (AU) reality where Stephen and Christine are married and have a daughter- age of reader is about 5 or 6.

Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform), copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3.

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GIF not mine

The Sorcerer’s Daughter: Stephen Strange-

“Stephen, what have I told you about playing with magic portals with y/n”, Christine scolded her Husband.

“Oh come now Christine, it’s not like I don’t know what I am doing, besides she loves it” Stephen kneels down to your level to help adjust the sling-ring on your fingers; closing the portal he just opened for you in the process.

“I am quite aware that you know what you are doing, but when it comes to our daughter and magic, I urge you to take more caution. You know it can be dangerous. Any portal, to any dimension can open-“ Stephen interrupts Christine.

“Honey, we are only practicing, and besides she isn’t the one opening the portals. She doesn’t even know how to yet” Stephen attempts to reassure his Wife, walking over to her to gently grab the side of her arms.

She releases a sigh, “I know you want to show her that part of your life, but she’s still so young. Anything could happen to her Stephen, yes it’s magic and she’ll love it but it is still extremely dangerous to expose her to that so young” She places her hands over Stephen’s arms.

Stephen pulls Christine into a hug, “I know, and I am sorry, I just want her to appreciate her potential future as a Sorcerer,” Christine clears her throat, “Or a Doctor”.

“Better,” Christine remarks, causing Stephen to laugh as she buries her face into his neck.

During their heartfelt conversation, you were admiring your Father’s sling-ring, holding your hand out in front of you, mimicking your Father’s actions as you’ve seen so many times before.

You pull your arm back into yourself, wondering why the magic portal wasn’t opening. After a few seconds of pondering you remember the combination needed to summon a portal.

You stick out your sling-ring wearing hand, placing the correct fingers up. You then begin to use your other hand and draw wide circles… nothing happens. With a little huff, you try again… still nothing.

Tears flood your eyes, frustration getting the better of you. You throw your hands down by your side, suddenly seeing a golden spark form in front of you.

You stare at the space it once was, you flap your hands up and down again, and two more sparks form and disappear.

A smile graces your face, eagerly resuming your ‘Sorcerer position’, you concentrate as much as you can in the spot in front of you. Desperate to make a portal appear.

You stand firm as you move your hand in a wide circle- continuously, for several seconds. Many sparks form, creating a large circular shape in front of you.

You carry on until the portal successfully forms in front of you, causing you to let out a curious ‘ooooh’.

The scene in front of you is majestic, a grand staircase leading up to a mystical window. You start to walk towards it.

Christine finally lifts her head, noticing a glow casting around the room, “Um, Stephen, I thought y/n couldn’t conjure a portal?”

“She can’t…why?” Christine turns Stephen around, both witnessing as you stroll through the portal, it closes shortly after.

“No, no, no, why did you just let her go through?” Stephen questions Christine.

“I was just so shocked that she did it, plus you were there too you could have stopped her!” Stephen walks forward searching the area you were occupying.

“It’s okay though, you can just get her back, hop to it Mr Sorcerer.” Christine laughs, failing to spot Stephen’s frantic search across the floor.

“On a scale of one to ten, how mad would you be if I said I can’t bring her back?” Stephen continues his search.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Christine questions worriedly.

“Well, she may or may not have taken my sling-ring with her, not a huge problem, except I kind of need it to conjure a portal so yeah back to that question of you being mad,” Stephen casts his glance at Christine, wincing at the face she is displaying- murderous.

“Stephen Vincent Strange, I swear if you don’t bring our daughter back this instant, I will-“ Christine’s threat was interrupted by a portal opening in their Living Room.

Stephen rushes in front of Christine, shielding her from a potential intruder.

His whole demeanour relaxes when he sees Wong emerging from the portal, with you in hand.

“Mommy!” You shout, running over to Christine.

“Awww my darling, you’re okay!” She grabs you and picks you up into a hug, holding you tight.

“I believe this is yours Strange!” Wong shoves Stephen’s sling-ring into his hand.

“Wong, cheery as always-“ Wong sends Stephen a glare at his remark.

“Cheery? Have you failed to notice the condition I am in?!” Stephen casts a glance over Wong’s form, noticing he is soaked, and covered in a gel-like substance.

“Oh yeah, I just thought you were going for a new look, by the way watch where you step, Christine will have your head if you get any of that on the carpet”.

Wong shakes his head in disbelief, “You aren’t even curious at why I am covered in this slime?!”

“I am actually, but more so wondering how you found y/n” Christine asks.

“Well, let me enlighten you. I was doing my rounds of the Sanctum, you know, maintaining the order. When I sensed another presence inside. I ran to the staircase when I saw y/n enter through a portal. I started to make my way to her when she opened up another portal. Before I could act our old friend Gargantos made his appearance into the Sanctum-“

“Wait, Gargantos? As in that huge one eyed, tentacle monster we had to fight years ago?” Stephen asks.

“Yes, that one exactly! Anyway, I attempted to fight it off, trying to protect y/n and the sanctum when it pinned me to the floor with one of its tentacles. I thought I was done for when your daughter opened and closed a portal right through the monster, causing it to slice in half” Wong lets out exasperatedly.

“Well that’s a good thing isn’t it, my daughter saved your life, bragging rights for me achieved” Stephen smiles at Christine who glares at him in response.

“No, it is not good, the Sanctum is now housing half a squid monster, along with its brains smeared along the walls, and your daughter has Sorcerer magic.”

“How is that part bad?” Stephen questions.

“Well now it isn't just you I need to monitor for things going wrong, I bet she has inherited the ‘trouble gene’ from your side.”

Stephen puts a hand on his chest, mocking a hurt expression.

“Well she certainly got the smart gene from my side, isn’t that right my little Sorcerer.” Christine addresses you, as you smile with pride.

“You’ve changed your tune.” Stephen muses.

“I wouldn’t be so cocky, you’ve got a Sanctum to clean.” Christine remarks.

“Oh no, I am no longer the Sorcerer Supreme, it’s no longer in my job description to clean up in the Sanctum.” Stephen says in defence.

“Well if you don’t go and help Wong clean up, next time y/n goes to cover your Levitating Cloak in glitter, I won’t stop her.” Stephen whips his head round to face Christine.

“You wouldn't,” Stephen practically gasps.

“Oh but I would, see you later, Dr Strange.” Christine takes you upstairs to get rid of any stray slime that made its way onto your clothes.

Knowing Christine is one to keep to her promises, Stephen admits defeat and makes his way to the portal to the Sanctum that Wong conjured.

“You know, I think the glitter would improve your look.” Wong lets out.

“One more word out of you and you’ll be cleaning all of this up on your own” Stephen lets out.

Though he’s not in his ideal situation, he couldn’t be happier to know that you have Sorcerer potential- he couldn’t be prouder.

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[parkersbliss]

3:1 Ratio | S. Strange

pairing: dr. strange x female reader

wc; 3K

warnings; sexual innuendo, maybe swearing? fast paced and stephen being cocky

synopsis; the three times dr strange saved you and the one time you saved him

a/n: had too much fun writing this lmao

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— ONE

It was a well-known fact that New York was a hot spot for superheroes and supervillains. In fact, it was a common occurrence to wake up to your car smashed to pieces and explain to insurance, “No, this isn’t my fault! It was the purple alien dude.”

Honestly, some people moved to New York just because they liked the thrill of almost dying — or the chance to hook up with one of the heroes.

You didn’t care for either. Rather, you liked the aesthetic of budding coffee shops, high fashion, and maybe the occasional hero.

Now, that certainly didn’t prompt this.

When you ordered your coffee this morning, you had intended on drinking it. The world, it seemed, had other plans. Mere seconds after you were handed your drink, someone came flying through the glass, and your drink was not spared. Whoever it was managed to crash right into you, but with a quick flick of their hand, keeping you both upright. That is after the coffee spilled.

“I’m so sorry about that miss,” He apologized, and you just shake your head.

“It’s fine,” You assure, finally looking up. To your surprise, you find that Dr. Strange is a rather good-looking man. In fact, you never noticed his striking blue eyes or the curve of his nose. And now that you realize you notice these things, maybe you’re standing a little too close together.

The sorcerer claps his hands, and the coffee disappears from both of your clothes. He opens his mouth to say something more when whatever is chasing him starts shooting. He immediately grabs you and hides you behind him, using the cape as a shield.

You watch in slow motion as Dr. Strange spreads his hands and orange sparks fly from between them.

“Like what you see?” He asked.

You’re quick to quip back. “Liked you better when there wasn’t a space alien shooting at us.”

“Once-in-a-lifetime experience.”

“Yeah, I wonder why.”

Dr. Strange chuckles before lassoing the alien in a few quick motions and stepping away from you. He opens a portal, pushing the creature through before flying away to take care of the rest. Now, maybe you imagined it, but you could’ve sworn he looked back at you for a second. Not that it mattered, he was probably just surveying the scene of the coffee shop.

Your favorite coffee shop which was now going to be closed for quite a while, given the damage. You huff, so much for superheroes.

— TWO

“Come on!” You shouted to no one in particular. You pressed on your horn again, trying to see around the car in front of you. There seemed to be no end to the traffic. You couldn’t think of a reason for traffic at this time either. It was way past rush hour and a Tuesday night. Where could all these people be going?

You frown, about to get out of your car, when something slams into you from behind. You jolt forward, feeling your head smack against the steering wheel.

You groan, holding it in your hands, about to turn around and confront the reckless driver when you see it.

An octopus crossed with an eyeball, grabbing people's cars and throwing them off the bridge. You panic, grabbing the handle of the door and pushing hard. Fortunately, it gives way, and you get out and run. Of course, you’re not the only one with this idea, and you quickly run into the problem of many car doors opening and many people moving. You can hear the thing getting closer, and you’re pretty sure the car next to you is next. Your heart slams into your chest as you spin around, looking for an escape. Option one was you could jump off the bridge, and while that would warrant an escape, it would not ensure your survival and that was kind of the goal. Option two was to run back where you came from and hope you don’t look too much like octopus food today. You don’t have time to make that decision though.

In an instant, one of its tentacles comes sweeping across your feet, and you scream, running back towards your car. It seems you peaked the creature's interest though, as it grabs you by your leg and lifts you into the air.

You scream and thrash in its grip, hitting its slimy arms and trying not to gag at the giant eye.

“Please,” You whimper as it pulls you closer.

Death by giant eyeball was not your plan.

You screw your eyes shut when its blinking eye is right in front of your face. Almost like it’s sizing you up for dinner.

Then, there’s the sickening sound of something being cut, and you’re free-falling back down towards the bridge. Almost as fast, something grabs you and lurches you back into the air.

You’re suspended above the bridge, a red cape wrapped around your shoulders and slowly lowering you towards the ground.

“Oh my god,” You gasp when your feet touch the ground.

And then you’re doubled over, emptying your stomach, when a hand grabs your hair to hold it back.

“Is it a mere coincidence that I’m saving your ass again?” A cocky voice asks.

Once you finish puking, you turn to face the sorcerer, frowning. “I just puked my guts out, and that’s what you open with?”

Honestly, you weren’t that annoyed, in fact, maybe your heart was racing for a different reason. There was no doubt you now find Dr. Strange to be a little bit more attractive than you remembered, but pile on that he remembers you from the coffee shop?

Oh yeah, the bar is low.

“Did you want me to comment on the color of your stomach contents?”

You sigh. “No.”

“Maybe a thank you is better,” He suggested with a grin.

You cross your arms over your chest defensively. “You are one cocky son of a bitch.”

Strange makes an “o” shape with his mouth, stepping back. “Got it. Next time I’ll let you get eaten by Mr. eyeball.”

“Don’t even think about it!” You shout as he goes to finish what he probably started.

“We’ve barely met, sweetheart,” He replies with a wink. “You’re acting like we’re best friends, and it’s my job to save you.”

You can’t admit the little ache you felt with that sentence, but you bounce back just as fast. “Oh, I didn’t know you thought so highly of me.”

Strange clicks his tongue; “If I have to save your cute little ass again, I’m supergluing you to my chair.”

“Did you just call my ass cute?” You shout, not offended in the slightest.

“You’re distracting me. Bye!” He calls out, and then he’s gone.

You laugh to yourself, still standing on the bridge. “I do have a cute ass.”

— THREE

You hadn’t seen Dr. Strange since. Not that it bothered you or anything. He was a superhero, and you were merely… you.

But maybe every now and then, you imagined him rescuing you again and asking for your name since you knew his. That was a foolish thought, though. It wasn’t like you had a silly little crush on the sorcerer. Besides, even if you did, Strange was out saving millions of people every day. You doubted he’d even remember you now. You doubted you were on his mind as much as he was yours. The first time he recalled you was probably just luck. And it had been weeks since, so he’s seen plenty of other people and probably cuter asses.

You let out a sigh, digging through your bag and grabbing the key to your apartment. You knew better than to expect anything from the hero. You’d heard enough from Christine about him before. He was arrogant, as much as surgeons were. Yet, somehow, she still spoke of him fondly. She held nothing against him and said, “I hope he’s happy.”

You admired her for that, even after the harsh words he said to her after the accident. You weren’t around then yet, having moved to New York after the blip.

You open the glass door to your apartment complex’s lobby, absentmindedly looking around. The door shuts behind you with a soft click, and you continue towards the elevators. Your finger hovers over the button before the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You whip your head toward the glass doors and watch as some creature thing falls from the sky and lands right in front of the complex.

Almost immediately, the screaming starts, and you frantically start jamming the elevator button, just in case that thing wakes up.

It, of course, does and begins screeching. As soon as it does, ropes of orange shoot out and grab its arms. The creature cries out, its gangly limbs flying around, and within seconds, an individual with a red cape is at your feet.

You scream, jumping back and almost tripping over your own feet. Strange stands up, brushing off his coat, and with a tilt of his head, sends two spells the creature's way. Its tentacles fly out, and you gasp when the spell cuts right through them. Squelching sounds fill the room as they land on the tile floor, still withering. Now, you’d seen a lot of gross things in your life (thanks to your job), but this still somehow ranked in the top ten. The creature screams out, and Strange rolls his eyes as more tentacles start flying towards you.

You duck out of instinct, only to find that Strange had cut that arm off too.

He merely scoffs, sparring one look at you. “Oh, come on now, you couldn’t possibly think I was gonna let this thing take you out, did you?”

“Like you said it’s not like I’m your best friend or anything.”

Strange shrugs. “And yet, I’m on this streak of saving your ass. Wouldn’t wanna ruin what I’m best at.”

You open your mouth to give your own witty reply when the creature surges forward. “Strange, look out!”

You’re a second too late, and the arms grab him and discard him like a child would a toy once bored. Strange’s body collides with yours, and you both go rolling across the white tile, the cape trying to cushion your fall. Strange lands on top of you with a huff, and you just stare back, wide-eyed in disbelief.

“You know, there’s typically an exchange of formalities before this point, but I don’t mind,” He winks.

“You can’t be serious,” You reply, trying to roll out from under him.

“But I am. Listen, if you’re gonna be under me, you might as well tell me your name, so I know what to—,”

“(Y/N),” You cut him off, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. “It’s (Y/N) (L/N).”

You blink, and Strange lifts off of you with a smirk and offers his hand. “(Y/N), how lovely to meet you.”

You step back as soon as another tentacle comes flying between the two of you.

“If you’re done trying to get into my pants, you could kill this thing!” You shout, jumping back again.

Strange frowns. “And here I was thinking the fun was just beginning.”

You don’t have a reply because Strange has the creature in a hold, and suddenly it vanishes into nothing. Well, if nothing was a pile of black steaming goo.

“You couldn’t have done that sooner?”

The sorcerer shrugs. “I wouldn’t have gotten your name if I had.”

“You did all this for my name?” You asked in disbelief.

You don’t get the courtesy of an answer as Strange walks through one of his portals with a shit-eating grin. “See you around, (Y/N).”

“Stephen—!” You scream, met with sparks and a very damaged front lobby.

You stomp your foot on the ground out of frustration. First the coffee shop and now your home? You just hope next isn’t your heart.

Although, you’re not sure if you’d be mad if that was the case…

— ONE

“Oh, it’s bad,” Christine said with a giggle.

You swatted her away with a frown. “It’s so not!”

“It so is,” She replied. “You have a crush on my ex, Dr. Strange!” She howls with laughter, and you’re thankful she’s not mad yet, not amused with the teasing.

“Tell the whole hospital, would you?” You whisper shout, glancing around to see if anyone heard.

“And he’s soooooo into you,” Christine said, nudging your shoulder.

You feel your face heat up. “You think so?”

“(Y/N), I dated that man. I know.”

“And it’s not weird?”

She shakes her head with a smile, flashing you with her ring. “Not a problem at all. Two hotheads, perfect for each other. Should I also add arrogant surgeons to the list?"

You roll your eyes at her. “I’m not arrogant—”

“Just confident,” Christine finished for you. “I know. Probably why he likes you so much.”

“Really?”

“I mean that or he wants a piece of that hot, sexy body or that cute little—”

“Okay,” You said with a clap. “I’ll see you on break.”

“If you’re not screwing him in a supply closet, that is!” Christine calls out, disappearing down the hall.

“Christine!”

You could hear her laugh as she rounded the corner. You shake your head, not denying that wouldn’t be the worst scenario. You return to your post in the ER, consulting all the patients. Everything appeared to be under control, no need for emergency surgery. You smile at the charge nurse, double-checking that she doesn’t have anything incoming before saying you’re gonna see if they need help in general. She nods, promising to page you if someone comes in. You’re just about to leave, hand on the door, when there’s a crash and people start shouting.

“Dr. (L/N)!”

You rush over, dropping to your knees next to the patient. Madi, the charge nurse, begins shouting orders demanding a stretcher from Dr. Belfar and any other free people.

You place two fingers on the patient's pulse point, before shouting, “Code blue! I need a code team, now!”

The patient had landed on their back, and you flip them over to begin CPR when a gasp leaves your lips. It was Strange.

“Dr. (L/N)?” Dr. Belfar asked.

You shake your head. “Nothing. Just not every day you see a hero in the ER.”

With one hand laced over the other, you straighten your arms and start CPR. You try not to panic, recalling that Strange was a sorcerer and there was no possible way he was going to die. You get to thirty right as the code team arrives, letting them take over.

“External bleeding, possible fibula fracture. We need an ultrasound to check for internal bleeding in the abdomen and an x-ray. Does anyone know what happened?”

Belfar shakes his head. “No, he just walked in and collapsed.”

“Clear!” One of the members of the code team shouts. You watch, in anticipation, as they deliver the shock and wait a few seconds.

There’s a beep, and you exhale in relief. “Sinus rhythm returned. I want those tests now!”

You help get Strange on a stretcher and wheel him into one of the trauma bays as a nurse grabs the ultrasound and another goes to get the emergency x-ray equipment. The nurse cuts through Strange’s clothes, squirting gel on his abdomen before handing you the ultrasound. His stomach is rock hard, and you can see the blood pooling in on the screen. Meanwhile, the nurse got an x-ray of his leg, confirming the fracture. “He has a perforated bowel! Move him up to surgery now and call ortho for his leg. They’ll have to wait.”

The nurse nods, punching a number into the phone to get you an OR.

“Belfar, with me! Let’s move.”

The next few minutes blur together as you rush upstairs and grab your surgical team before tagging in and getting ready. Strange lays on the table. His face is cut off, so you can only see what needs to be operated on. You nod to your team, taking your place next to the table.

“Scalpel,” You said, feeling the cool metal in your gloved hand. You take a deep breath to remind yourself this was like any other case you’d seen in the past. Never mind that this was Dr. Strange, protector of Earth’s reality. And never mind the fact that you had a huge crush on him. What mattered now was pulling him through this surgery.

You, of course, have performed this one many times in New York, so you were confident in your abilities for Strange to make a full recovery, but things could always go wrong, and that fact seemed to bug you much more now.

“I must say I wouldn’t have thought it would turn out this way,” a voice said. You scream, backing away only to find you didn’t move. But that wasn’t the weird part. No, the weird part was that you could see yourself.

You could see the thin line of blood that escaped as you cut into Strange’s abdomen and the steady movement of your hands.

“What the hell is this?” You whisper, turning to face the ghostly-looking Dr. Strange in the corner.

“Astral projections,” He said simply. “I figured it was best to not scare you while you save my life.”

“It was about time I repay you the favor.”

“Indeed, Dr. (L/N),” He smirks at you, flying forward. “So since we have some time to kill, I was wondering what else do I not know about you?”

You hum. “Well, you know where I live, my name, my job. What do you want to know?”

“The chances of me taking you on a date when I wake up.”

There’s a part of you that wants to say zero percent, just for the fun of it, but you don’t. There’s only one answer you can think of as you eye the sorcerer. “One hundred percent.”

Stephen raises his brows. “Did I make that lasting of an impression on the lady?”

You snort. “Oh, please. I just want your constant protection 24/7.”

“Ah,” Stephen tuts. “Good thing I’m a packaged deal.”

“Do the magic powers come with it?”

Stephen chuckles, “No, but you do get one free kiss coupon when I wake up. Consider it my thank you for saving my life.”

You smile, “Deal.”

— THE END —

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[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Stowaway Cloak (3/3)

Characters: Stephen Strange, Reader - platonic

Warning: Action, violence.

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

Miniseries - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (final)

Standing straight, you dispersed the shield and created two duel swords before charging ahead at the zealot who had come for the Cloak of Levitation. 

Blows were traded left and right. You managed to wound the opposition just as much as he had injured you. However, just as you had the upper-hand, you were caught off-guard by a second zealot who appeared behind the mirror dimension. 

Thinking fast, you pushed your adversary back before expanding the confines of the dimension to swallow the second intruder before they could grab the cloak. Suddenly, a fine magical rope fasted around your neck, forcing you back before slamming you into the ground.

The first zealot walked over and pressed either of your arms with his feet and tightened the lasso with the intention to kill. His partner moved to the door and reached through the Mirror Dimension wall to pull the Cloak through.

You were clawing into the floorboards as you watched the Cloak struggle to wrench out of the zealot’s grip but without its second metal relic, it wasn’t at full-strength. Vision slowly blurring and tasting your own blood, you had never felt so helpless as the bindings around your neck increased in pressure and intensified in pain tenfold.

Knock, knock!

“Y/n?” Stephen’s voice called from the doorway. He had been searching the moment you disappeared from his sights and was worried that you had left to check-in at a hotel.

In his view, the room was empty and perfectly neat.

In reality – there was a war going on.

You managed to make out the silhouette of your friend at the door and desperately wanted to cry out for his help but no voice could be produced and Stephen retraced his steps to check the other rooms of his house.

The zealot that stood above you saw the distress in your eyes for the man at the door and smirked “You might be the first to die here but you won’t be the last.” He listened to you gasp in agony as he jerked on the rope suddenly. “We’ll destroy everyone in this building and it’ll make your suffering look like a joy ride – starting with the man at the door.”

The man at the door.

The words swirled in your mind. At first they were just mere taunts until you heard them several times over and the meaning started to ignite a fire within.

The zealots were not going to see the people downstairs. They were not going to take the Cloak of Levitation for their benefit. And they were not going to hurt the one person who had a normal life – Stephen Strange.

It was like a white flame in the pit of you stomach had sparked and spread through your body like wildfire, touching every cell in existence and imbuing them with a power that you had never felt before. The physical wounds no longer throbbed or ached and the vice around your neck evaporated as your body heated up.

A burst of white energy emanated from your body and threw both Zealot’s back. As they scrambled to their feet and fastened their grip on the Cloak of Levitation once more, they looked over to where you had been laying and found the floor to be unoccupied. The air, however, was a different story.

Floating above the bed was not the apprentice of the mystic arts but a master newly awakened. All scars and battle wounds healed, a new cloak billowing behind you – you looked like a force to be reckoned with and the Zealot’s would have attacked had you not been glowing.

Raising your hands towards the men clutching onto the struggling fabric, you forced them to release the Cloak and took their sling rings. One Zealot growled and summoned a sword that he threw at your chest but it was met with an invisible shield that shattered the sword into magic dust, rendering their magic to be useless. 

The Zealot’s continued to attack as you walked forward and opened a portal behind them before pushing both villains through and shutting the gateway.

Just as the portal shut, your powers reverted to their normal levels. The exhaustion winding their way through your muscles and you swayed off balance when the Cloak of Levitation kept you upright.

“Thanks.” You smiled softly, body adjusting to the change in magic levels and slowly stood back on your feet when you remembered the party downstairs.

You eliminated the Mirror Dimension, cleaned up to look at least half decent and dashed back downstairs to re-join the guests. You looked around for your friend when he popped up behind at your side.

“Where did you disappear off to? And why do you look so dishevelled?” Stephen asked in a hushed whisper, not holding back his irritation. You fixed up what your could of your appearance and cleared your throat to steady your voice.

“I felt a bit overwhelmed after being away from all of this for so long.” You replied, forcing yourself to sound normal and not like you had just fought off two zealots.

Stephen rolled his eyes and turned away, preparing to re-enter the party. “Start adapting.” He snapped. 

It was tempting to shove him into a portal that led him to the highest peak of Mount Everes but patience would be necessary if he was to take up the mantle of Sorcerer Supreme. 

Miniseries - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (final)

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disturbia

pairing: sinister (stephen) strange x reader

summary: stephen gets bored so he scours the multiverse to find his new plaything.

warnings: 18+, nsfw, darkfic, alternate universe-canon divergence, teacher/student relationship, smut, thigh riding, allusion to kidnapping

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Stephen is bored.

When you're all alone in the universe, there is really nothing to do to pass the time – even the very concept of it is already lost.

So when he found a variant that had taken a different path than all of the Stephens, his curiosity was piqued. First and foremost, this Stephen had the patience of handling a class that most of them don't have. He's trying to find something interesting in this variant's life for a change of pace, although the quiet suburban life that this Stephen lives is quite boring by his standards—though it's better than having nothing to do at all.

This day was just like the others, consisting of classes, checking of papers, faculty meetings, and for some days, dealing with delinquent students beating each other up for no reason. That was the closest he got to action.

In spite of seemingly repetitive daily activities, Stephen found a reason to look forward to every day. He has had his eyes on this particular student for a while now, and he was happy you were at the top of his class, making your interaction come easily. The corner of his lips curved upwards as he thought about your last run in; your cheeks heating up profusely as he subtly flirted with you.

However, it was short-lived as he saw you making out with the school’s jock. His blood boiled as he saw his hands all over you; you were both so busy that you didn’t notice the clack of his shoes in the rather empty hallway. He cleared his throat to get your attention, but to no avail.

“I’m very sorry to interrupt Mr. Rogers and Ms. Y/L/N but aren’t you supposed to be in our classroom right now?”

He kept his calm and composed demeanor, feigning indifference to what had just transpired in front of him.

Both of you broke apart from each other, the boy seemingly used to being caught in a position like that with a sly grin on his face. Meanwhile, you kept your eyes on the floor, on the lights, everywhere, as you couldn’t bear to face the professor.

“I mean,” the jock, Steve, looked at his watch, “you were ten minutes late and Y/N and I decided to kill some time, right, baby?”

You winced at the pet name and took a little peek at the man in front of you. His face was blank, but his lips were pursed and there was a fire in his eyes, and you feel like burning under his gaze.

“Do you have something to say for yourself, Ms. L/N?”

“I-I’m sorry, Doctor Strange.” Before you fully melt at your spot, you whisked your way to the classroom.

Stephen merely gave a last glance at the boy and followed you in. For everyone, the class went as usual, but for you, every minute stretched. It also didn’t help that Stephen kept on calling your name, not uncommon, but instead of the usual banter you have with him every discussion, words won’t come out of your mouth, trapped by the shame.

“Why are you so quiet today, Ms. L/N? Did Mr. Rogers suck in your ability to speak?” Stephen whispered, contempt dripping from his voice.

Your head turned to him, only to find his face a hair's breadth away from yours. Your heart was beating so loud you’re sure he could hear it. Before you can speak, he backed away before saying, “Meet me in my office at the end of the day, Ms. L/N,” enough for those who are near your seat to hear.

Needless to say, you stayed in that state for the rest of your class.

The bell had rung, and you almost ran to the gate if you didn’t know any better. Deciding to swallow your fear along with the shame of being caught making out in the hallway, you ventured to his office.

You took a deep breath as you stared at his name on the door sign, ‘Stephen V. Strange M.D., Ph.D.’ It was not your first time entering his office, but you were usually with your other block mates, so you were quite on edge.

Wanting to get this over with, you knocked on his door. A faint “Come in” confirmed that he was inside.

“Good afternoon, Doctor Strange.”

He was busy typing away at his computer and told you to sit down without looking up.

A good ten minutes had passed, and you were still sitting there, and he hadn’t acknowledged you yet again. You were close to dozing off, his office was rich in sandalwood scent making you relax, and the keyboard clicks almost lulling you to sleep. You jolted upright as you heard your name, and once again you found Stephen invading your personal space once again. If you turned your head to your left you were sure your lips would have touched.

“Sorry about that, Ms. L/N. I was just finishing some workload. Now, about why you’re here-”

“Yeah, about that. Am I here because of…what happened in the hallway or what happened in class?” you cut him off, hoping to get over whatever this is quick.

“You’re a smart girl, Y/N. You should know the answer to your question.”

You let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding as he stopped hovering behind you, only to occupy the seat in front. He crossed his arms, staring you down.

Summoning all your courage, you decided to match his gaze, your head held up, proud.

“I wouldn’t be asking you if I’ve known already, Sir,” you bit your cheek to prevent a smirk from trying to rise up on the corner of your lips.

Stephen's eyebrow rose at your newfound attitude. “Where was this attitude earlier? You seemed pretty preoccupied just a minute ago. Was it that good?”

You caught on to what he was referring to. “Yes, it was. It was the only thing in my mind the entire time.”

Lies.

Stephen tried to hold his…anger? jealousy? a bit longer to toy with you. He slowly dragged the toes of his shoes to your legs, “Really? Then you must be turned on by that, aren’t you?”

Your breath hitched as you felt the leather glide on your calf, your mind saying that this should stop as this wasn’t appropriate for a student and a teacher to discuss, more so whatever he's doing—but your body is telling you otherwise. He has barely done anything, but your whole body is on fire, and you'd be damned if you stopped him right now.

Truth be told, you had dreamed of this upon setting your eyes on the professor. He's definitely easy on the eyes, and the passion he has when he teaches is something you've always found attractive. Almost everyone you know has been harboring crushes over other professors than Strange, them saying that his arrogance and cocky demeanor turn them off.

More for you, then.

A breathy whine escaped your lips making him stop at the middle of your knees. He smirked as he noticed your legs opening slightly. As Stephen continued to taunt you, you were left barely processing what he has been saying for the last minute as arousal clouded your mind. How convenient that you chose to wear a skirt today.

He grabbed the sides of your chair and dragged you closer to him like you weigh nothing. His hands rest on your knees, thumb drawing random shapes.

“Cat got your tongue, Y/N?”

His fingertips leave a burning trail across your skin as they find their way to your inner thighs. Barely five minutes have passed and he reduced you to a tongue-tied mess once more.

“What do you want, Doctor Strange?” Contrary to what you had hoped, your voice turned out hoarse.

“Do you like that?” he answered you with another question as his hand made contact with your aching cunt, rubbing up and down your clothed slit to your bundle of nerves with force.

“C’mon Y/N. Use your words,” You were desperately trying to, but only a low moan slipped from your mouth as he rubbed your clit. His tongue clicks, disappointed at your lack of an answer. “Oh, whatever Mr. Rogers did to you.”

“N-no,” you managed to answer. You know he knows that the wetness between your legs has nothing to do with other men, but he enjoys the cat-and-mouse game a little too much.

“I thought you lost your ability to speak, Ms. L/N,” he retracted his hands and stood up, taking both your hands and gesturing to you to stand before him. He leaned closer to your ear, “What I want is you, and your pretty little pussy.”

You moved your head and your lips brushed against his cheeks, “Doctor Strange, Sir...this is– you– we’re not– this isn’t right.”

“Your pussy says otherwise, sweet girl. I barely did anything but look at you, you’re so worked up,” he licked a strip on your earlobe. That…was it. You don’t care for the rules anymore, as long as you get fucked by this man. 

Clutching your hand onto his sleeves, you plead. “Sir...p-please, fuck me. I need you, Stephen.”

He groaned at the desperate way you uttered his name. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

You nodded, and you hastily took your skirt and panties off. He sat at the comfortably placed loveseat in the corner and you didn’t need to be told twice, you wedged yourself on his thigh, gripping his shoulders for support. His hands stayed on your waist, guiding and setting the rhythm for you.

It was slow at first, Stephen basking in the feeling of you on top of him, committing the image to his memory. He leisurely rocked you into his lap, his eyes never strayed away from yours.

“Look at you making a mess on my thigh. Is it because of Rogers?”

You shook your head furiously, “God, no.”

He raised an eyebrow, daring you to continue. But you didn’t, and instead focused on the task at hand. His grip on your waist slightly softened, and you took this opportunity to chase your release as you ground on his thigh.

Stephen started sucking at the base of your neck, adding to your pleasure and your hands found their way to his hair, tousling the perfectly styled hair. He moaned in response, the vibrations against your skin making it more sensual.

It didn’t take long for your movement to become agitated, your cunt clenching against nothing as you felt your climax nearing. He paused his ministrations on your skin.

“Are you close, princess?”

At a loss for words, you only whimpered in response. You knew it would only take a few more grinds to throw you over the edge because the pleasure had been building for so long. You paused for a time, silently waiting for him to give you permission to cum.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

With that, you tried to keep your eyes open, staring at Stephen's lust-filled ones. Strings of moan and profanities left your mouth as you arched your back, pressing your front into him as your climax peaked. A sigh left your mouth and you limply collapsed to his neck, burying your face.

Stephen lets you relax against his hold and both of you stay in that position for a while. His fingers combed through your hair, massaging your scalp until he tugged to see your face again. He leaned down and kissed you passionately. His beard scratches against your face, but you couldn't care less.

He pulled away, leaving you wanting more. “Are you two a thing, Y/N?”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, slightly annoyed at the professor for bringing him up every now and then. “No, Doctor. It just happened, like he said. We were bored. Why are you asking?”

He smiled, for the first time that day. “Do you want this to continue?”

Without missing a beat, you answered, “Yes.”

“Good, because no one touches what's mine.”

When you responded with a shy nod, Stephen has already plotted a way to take you all for himself in his universe.

—

tags: @mirikusashes @evelyn-kingsley