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Pretty Like You | PJM (1)

part one: mini-skirts and big problems

— in which park jimin desires nothing more than to be pretty like you.

series summary. where jimin is jealous of the beauty that is you, writes about it, and falls apart when you accidentally read it.

pairing. feminine!jimin x reader

rating. M | 18+ |

genre. enemies to lovers, feminine!jimin, self hatred au, slight identity crisis, self love journey, eventual smut, sub!jimin, angst, fluff, heartfelt

w.c. 4.2k

warnings. heavy descriptions of self hate and self abuse later into the story, please be advised

ch summary. an introduction into the crumbling life of park jimin and his cat, daisy.

**this is part 1 of my new series pretty like you, not a stand-alone

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It’s horrendous.

Implausible, even.

No human being should’ve looked that good on a Monday. But of course, like always, you did. You always do.

Jimin has drawn the conclusion that there’s no way you’re naturally that stunning and you go the extra mile to get ready every morning. And he thinks it’s ridiculous. It’s ridiculous that you’d get up an extra hour or two earlier just to show up to a class that only lasts a little over an hour where you’re just sat behind a desk the whole time.

But then again, Jimin appreciates your attire. So much so that he was able to memorize it from this morning’s lecture.

A dainty black miniskirt with a cami and cardigan that Jimin may or may not have a replica of, and the sheerest shade of pantyhose to really capture that sex appeal you love. Jimin has noticed, by now, that you try to add at least one sexy article to every single outfit you wear. Jimin notices, and Jimin hates it.

He hates that you can dress sexily without the fear of being judged, whereas for Jimin, it’s not so easy.

Tossing another cropped tee into the mountain of clothes piling on the floor, Jimin’s huff is quick to turn into something of a strangled cry as he collapses to the ground, back against the side of his bed.

As if on cue, a furry figure of a cat peaks into the doorframe, walking in proudly like it owns the place. At this rate, it does considering it’s always there to ease Jimin during these troubling times.

Daisy takes care of Jimin, and on occasion, it’s the other way around.

Daisy, Jimin’s calico cat, nudges her soft head against his arm that’s lazily slumped down, encouraging him to pet her. When he does, her purrs rev up like an engine and the small gesture is enough to steal a slight twitch of a smile from the man.

However, it doesn’t stop the oncoming sob.

Tears fresh and emotion at its highest, Jimin stays sat on the ground wearing nothing but the repulsive baggy sweatpants that he forced himself to wear only because it’s better to pretend he likes dressing that way than wearing what he actually likes and getting judged.

Jimin, believe it or not, is a coward. His words. He hates that he can’t just put the damn skirt on. He hates how he can’t bring himself to leave his apartment in that cute cropped tee that he bought ages ago and still has never worn.

He hates how he’s such a pussy when it comes to this.

But it’s not just skepticism. Jimin knows there’s not a lot of nice people out there, especially not at his college campus. Don’t get Jimin started on all the homophobic and pitiful words that frat boys have thrown at him so far in the span of his first year. And that was when he was wearing his clothes that he believed were seven sizes too big and awfully plain.

His “boy” clothes.

Jimin knows that in today’s society, you’re labeled. Weather you want to be or not, every passing stranger is going to label you as what they see. And with said frat boys, the ones with a single brain cell, if they ever saw Jimin wearing the clothes that he has piled in front of him— he’d fit their accusations.

Jimin was raised by only his mother, who was raised by only her mother and a sister. Jimin has had absolutely no male figure in his life so it’s not bizarre that his demeanor is more feminine than most men.

But people at school aren’t so smart, or nice. Therefore, Jimin isn’t just a boy who was raised by a woman, to them— he was just gay. Jimin hates how his demeanor is what chooses his sexuality. Because, contrary to those frat boys’ belief, Jimin is straight.

He may not know a lot about himself at the ripe age of 21, but he knows for sure that he’s not into men. Being a teen and liking things that the world tells you is for girls definitely made Jimin question his own sexuality time to time, but after a couple nights out at a gay bar and a two extremely awkward hookups, Jimin knew men weren’t up his alley. Especially not when the thought of women is what gets him off every single time.

He just wants to wear a damn skirt and have a girlfriend, is that really so much to ask for?

Daisy was able to sneak her way onto Jimin’s lap, already half asleep despite Jimin’s occasional jolts when he sniffles for air.

“Thank you Daisy,” he whispers, his fading cry turning into a soft giggle when the feline looks up at him, eyes glinting with a look that Jimin knows by now.

“Or are you just being nice to me because you’re hungry?”

Daisy continues to nudge her head against his chest, confirming his accusation and enticing Jimin’s first real giggle.

“Okay,” Jimin says in an exhale, more in an attempt to get ahold of himself. “Fine, let’s get you some food.”

The cat happily jumps off Jimin’s lap at the invitation, hurriedly exiting the bedroom and scurrying off to the kitchen before Jimin can even make it off the ground. When he does, he nearly trips on the mound of hopeless clothes, eyeing it over before trailing his vision to the standing mirror.

His eyes scan over his chest, down to his waist, and to his hips. He loves his shape, loves the way women’s clothing looks on him. It’s too bad no one will be able to appreciate it the way he does, though. It’s too bad he can’t show it off like he so badly wishes to.

Like how you do.

You get to dress in fitted clothing and show off your shape without an intense fear of getting judged or labeled. Jimin despises how blind you are to that advantage. He despises how badly he wishes he could be you for even a day.

Because for Jimin, he has to hide. Whereas for you, you’re allowed to be beautiful whenever you want.

Even on Mondays.

“What do you think, Daisy? Be honest.”

Peeling his eyes away from his reflection, he twists to show Daisy, who’s freshly awake from a nap, his outfit that he’s in love with.

A grumpy meow is all he gets before her eyes slowly shut again and Jimin scoffs in offense.

“Whatever, you just don’t have taste.”

Turning to face himself again, he bites back a smile as he snaps yet another mirror pic of himself, halting midway as he adjusts himself to sit on his knees. And it’s when the miniskirt rises up his thigh that he gets an idea.

Thigh highs.

A subtle gasp of excitement escapes the boy as he recklessly tosses his phone onto the bed— completely missing which makes him flinch in startle in response to the thud that followed. Navigating to his dresser, he ignores Daisy who clearly did not appreciate the sudden noise, and begins to dig in his scandalous drawer for the thigh high socks.

And yes, Jimin has something he calls his scandalous drawer. It’s for moments like these where he wants to add sex appeal to his outfit.

Kind of like how you do.

“There you are,” he murmurs under his breath as he takes hold of the long white fabrics. He doesn’t wait until he’s back in front of the mirror to put them on, sitting on the edge of his bed and hurriedly slipping the thigh high socks on.

Jimin just knows he looks good. He can feel it. He feels sexy, and he hasn’t even looked in the mirror yet. A miniskirt paired with thigh high socks and an open cardigan— no shirt.

And fuck does he feel good in it.

Not able to wait any longer he tiptoes to the mirror until he’s met with the figure he wishes the world could see.

Jimin loves his appearance, a lot. It’s just that the version he loves is only seen on rare occasions like this where he spontaneously decides to try his risky outfits on. No one else can or will see this version, and for that, Jimin’s self love is private. Almost invisible given how little he lets himself see it.

“Good call on the thigh highs,” he mumbles to himself, staring a little longer until he starts to notice all the imperfections. When he does, he’s quick to step away, landing himself back first onto his unmade bed that Daisy was way too content in.

“Move it, there’s room for both of us,” he tells her as she mopes over to the opposite side.

One hand behind his head, other on his stomach— toying with the ruffled hem of the skirt, Jimin stares at the ceiling as his nightly dose of thoughts kick in. And tonight, all he can really think about is how badly he wishes someone could see him. And if he’s lucky enough, earn a compliment or two. Maybe, if his luck was good, he’d be called pretty if someone saw him dressed like this.

But his luck has never been good.

It was his poor luck that made him be born into a rude and strict society. And he hates that. But what can he do? He’s just a person in this big world. He doesn’t believe his voice is loud enough for change. And even if it were, he’d still be too much of a coward to try.

It’s all one big tangled problem that he’s trapped in.

He’s only a freshman in college and he feels like the world is ending.

But does yours? Jimin wonders. For a long moment or two he ponders if you sometimes feel that way too. Of course it wouldn’t be for the same reason as him, but could there be something that weighs you down?

And if so, how the fuck do you mask it so easily with that bright smile of yours?

Maybe because you’re perfect, Jimin thinks.

So perfect that Jimin is laying on his bed wearing an outfit almost identical to the one you wore today all only because he thought it looked great on you. He wanted to feel great too.

He wanted to feel the way you probably do in such fragile clothing. Leaving absolutely nothing to imagination because that’s how brave you are. Jimin envies that. He wants that.

Bravery, of course— not you.

He wants to be brave enough to show some skin and go the whole day feeling good. Feeling confident and relieved. But that day won’t come, unfortunately. All he has is the privacy of his apartment to feel brave in these clothes.

But even when Jimin is hard on himself, that doesn’t stop him from wanting to just feel good sometimes.

And there’s no better way than this.

Somehow in the mix of his thought spiral his small fingers managed to drag his skirt up the length of his thigh, cold air traveling straight to his exposed tip.

He knew he wasn’t wearing underwear. He did that on purpose. Again, he wanted to feel good.

He wanted to feel sexy.

His fingers slide their way across his left thigh, getting higher and higher until his breathing is hitched and his bottom lip is raw.

But then he stops himself.

Quickly adjusting the skirt, he sits up with a sharp breath.

What was that?

It’s one thing to touch himself, he always does— everyone does. But he will not do such a thing with you fresh in mind. You already have some power over him. He won’t give you this as well. And It doesn’t matter if you know about it or not because he always will.

He already hates that he envies you so much, he will not envy you like this too.

You’re just an annoying, perfect, confident girl who has no idea how lucky she is. Jimin doesn’t envy that part. He just envies your fashion sense. That’s it.

All he needs is some sleep.

Hopefully when he wakes up, not only will his hard on be gone but so will you. Not a single thought of you will be in his mind from this point forward, Jimin declares to himself.

Let’s just hope you don’t find your way into his dreams.

Like always.

“Nice jacket.”

“You’re not funny.”

A subtle laugh escapes the man, playfully nudging Jimin which causes him to almost fall off the bench.

“Taehyung!” Jimin whines as he regains his balance on the tiny seat, crashing his hips into his friend’s on a mission to knock him down too.

He fails, earning another mischievous laugh from the man.

“Sorry. Now what were you saying you had to tell me?”

Sat in a corner table with Jimin’s one and only friend in their favorite campus cafe, Jimin sets his bag on the table and turns to face him.

“Hello to you too,” he scolds.

A boxy smile is given and before he can greet the fed up boy back he’s already talking.

“Last night,” Jimin begins, brows furrowed in half embarrassment half concentration. “Something weird happened.”

“Did Daisy catch you jerki—“

“Tae!” Jimin cuts him off in a whisper-shout, hoping no bystanders hear his unfiltered words.

“Joking. What happened last night?”

Jimin sighs as he tries to find his thoughts again. He had it all organized in his mind but his friend’s reckless banter has made it all the more scrambled and confusing.

To put it simply, Jimin doesn’t know how to tell his best friend that he thinks his crush made him hard last night.

Ah, yes. Kim Taehyung. His and Jimin’s friendship goes all the way back to freshman year of high school, also known as Jimin’s worse year ever. Endless bullying and his identity crisis at its peak, Jimin was so done with everyone and everything. That’s until one of the most popular boys in school took him under his wing.

Taehyung has been Jimin’s shield for almost five years now, defending him from every derogatory slur and glare from arrogant frat boys. And being a frat boy himself, Taehyung had most, if not all of those arrogant asshole’s respect. And with that being the case, they’d never disrespect Jimin in front of Taehyung.

And it’s nice having at least one friend to help him out, Jimin thinks.

The only underside is that his one friend has no clue about his secret and God only knows if he’d still accept Jimin if he did. And that he’s in the fraternity for fucks sake.

Also that he has a massive crush on you.

That may or may not be another reason Jimin doesn’t like you so much. You have the whole school wrapped around your finger, and unfortunately for Jimin, that includes his best friend.

“Hello? Earth to Jimin,” Taehyung tries to get the older boy’s attention.

Blinking himself back to space, he shakes his head as he discards where he was going with the conversation.

“I forgot.”

“Bullshit.”

“I did,” Jimin rolls his eye, snatching Taehyung’s coffee and taking an obnoxiously big sip to shift the attention away from what he originally had to say.

Taehyung doesn’t believe him, but he respects Jimin enough to not pry.

“Whatever. Just know you can tell me anything.”

“Yeah yeah,” Jimin shakes off.

And he knows that. Taehyung may be friends with all of those terrible guys who’ve made Jimin’s life hell, but he’s still good to him. Believe it or not Jimin has had many other issues that weren’t about his secret, and with each one Taehyung was the one who provided him a shoulder to cry on.

They’re close enough to joke about all the things Jimin gets bullied for. Like his jacket for example, it’s the same one he wears probably three days out of the week. It’s big and ugly but Jimin thinks it’s boyish so he wears it. Anything to hide. The frat boys still give him shit for it, though. But Taehyung loves it, and he thinks the hate it gets is so ridiculous that he himself teases Jimin about it occasionally. And Jimin finds it funny when it’s Taehyung who teases him, because he knows it’s coming from a place of close friendship. Unlike those other frat boys.

But despite how close they are, he knows he can’t talk about his secret, or you with Taehyung. That’s the one part of him he’d like to keep tucked away for as long as he can endure.

“Alright, well I’m gonna get going. I told Johnny I’d meet him at the dorms so we can get a session in before class.”

“Smoking is bad for you,” says Jimin as he rolls his eyes.

“So is sulking, lift your head up Minnie,” Taehyung massages at Jimin’s shoulder for a second or two before he gets up and grabs his stuff.

“I’m not sulking.”

“You’re always sulking,” The younger man teases as Jimin swats his hand off of his shoulder. “We’ll talk later?”

Jimin hums in what Taehyung assumes is agreement, ruffling his hair before making his way over to the door of the cafe. A grumpy Jimin is left behind fixing his hair, gathering his stuff too so he can head to class early.

Nothing beats the stares he gets as many students still, to this day, wonder how on Earth Taehyung is friends with him. It’s fucked up, really, but Jimin is used to it.

He’s used to favoritism in the school, and Jimin groans as he realizes he’ll be seeing more of it for the next hour or so that he’ll be seeing you in class.

But he can’t seem to figure out if he’s more excited to see you than he is annoyed.

Jimin is furious.

Nothing new, except that this feeling of anger isn’t rooted from jealousy or insecurity— It’s because you rejected his kindness.

Jimin, like many, were eyeing your outfit. It’s dainty and may even be the prettiest shade of baby blue Jimin has ever seen. So when he forced himself to smile your way when you caught him staring, he did not expect an eye roll from you. But nonetheless, it happened, and Jimin hates you a little bit more now.

Jaw clenched and eyes piercing lasers into the big clock on the far wall of the lecture hall, Jimin counts down the seconds until he’s able to free himself from this torturous environment. Until he frees himself from you.

When the clock does hit the desired time, he’s the only student to stand up— earning him several stares which only makes him angrier, and with little to no more patience left he’s walking out the doors on a mission to channel this frustration.

Past the corridor and straight to the art room— also known as the room that’s almost always empty because why is there an art class in a writing school in the first place— Jimin slams his bag down on the first desk he sees and sits himself down.

Why couldn’t you prove him wrong?

Why couldn’t you just have smiled back?

You just had to roll your eyes when Jimin didn’t even like you in the first place. If he had it his way he would’ve snapped profanities the moment your eyes met. But he’s not a monster. He’s polite.

So polite that he smiled your way and now regrets it miserably.

Jimin can’t stand you now.

Grabbing a random notebook from his bag, he does what any angry writing major would do and begins to jot down all the many reasons he hates you, all in the form of scattered thoughts.

Conceited.

Privileged.

Spoiled.

All words that are used quite frequently in his paragraph of scribbled rage.

Beautiful.

Unique.

Mesmerizing.

All words that he hates to admit but must include because they’re the reason he hates you like he does.

Jimin goes on and on for a while writing nothing but blunt absurdities that are simple and cuts straight to the point, majority of them being repetitive I hate you’s. It’s not until he finds himself at the peak of frustration that it all boils down to an ache within him.

Jimin thinks about why you anger him so much. He thinks about that outfit he could’ve worn today if only he wasn’t so scared. Then, Jimin writes down every raw, painful feeling he has.

Why do you have to be so beautiful? Why can’t I be like you? I often wonder if you think about my predicament. I wonder if it ever crosses your mind that I’m even one percent envious of you. When I think about that, it hurts even more.

I wish you knew I was hurting because of you.

You don’t know me well. I hardly know you. But what I’m certain of is that you’re the most beautifully ignorant person I’ve ever come across and I do hope one day you’ll realize how blind you are.

You’re blind to your reality of easiness. It’s not easy for me. I can’t wear that shade that you do. Can’t wear a shirt so low cut like that either. Because for me, I’m expected to dress like someone I’m not.

This isn’t me.

And I think I may hate you most because I see the real me in you. That courageous being who doesn’t even think twice about breaking the rules of my gender; that’s the real me. Although I hate both versions of me because neither of them have helped me out of this suffocating barrier.

I want to be me.

I wish you weren’t you.

I want to be you.

A slam of a period is what concludes the built up momentum, pencil flying across the desk as he slouches back in his chair with an exhale. He skims over the words that are quite dark since he was applying significant pressure. He vaguely reads some words until he’s not in the mood to think about any of it anymore and closes the journal shut.

And although he didn’t reread that essay of his, the last sentence still can’t seem to leave his mind.

Even if it’s just for a moment, he wants to be you.

Racing down the long hall of the unnecessarily large school, his strides echo off the walls as his heartbeat is ten steps ahead of him.

He should’ve never written that journal, he thinks.

He should’ve never left it in class either.

The passing of two more doors is all it took until he was standing out of breath in the threshold of what he hoped would be an empty classroom, the journal that he was going to grab and go no longer being in the spot he had left it.

His heartbeat almost fails him, legs buckling as his thoughts falter.

He knows it’s you. He knows your figure. He also knows that you’re standing there, reading his journal full of absurd remarks about how he wishes he were you.

Jimin wants to die. He wants it all to just dissipate. But before the boy can erase what he just walked in on, you turn around.

Journal open in your hand, your eyebrows are furrowed and Jimin doesn’t know if he can withstand that look of genuine concern on your face.

He also doesn’t know if that’s a good or bad look.

“I’m not gay,” he helplessly throws his panicked words up.

Slightly less confident, having used up all his energy on those three words, he manages to follow up, “…if that’s what you’re thinking.”

And the giggle that escapes you despite what you just read, the cruel things he wrote about you even though you did absolutely nothing but be beautiful, Jimin notes how badly he’s fucked up.

“It’s not,” you respond, slowly closing the journal, eyes following.

It’s while you’re still looking down that you decide to ask your first question.

“Listen, Jimin,” you bring your eyes up, tone a little too concerned for his liking. “Do you want to talk?”

Talk.

“Those things you wrote, it’s just—“ you stop yourself. “I know you didn’t mean for anyone to read it but from what I saw I think you need someone to help you learn to be kinder to yourself.”

Jimin opens his mouth to talk only to close it when he realizes he doesn’t know how to respond.

“I know it’s none of my business and I’m sorry for reading, but I don’t want you to feel like that. Let me help you.”

Jimin feels like a villain in a movie. He feels like the worst possible character there could ever be. He feels like a bad person. Because there he was all this time, writing about how much he hates you for being you, and here you are now, asking him to accept your help seconds after you just read everything.

The world does not deserve someone like you, he thinks. He does not deserve someone like you.

But as much as he feels unworthy, he’s never been more excited at the opportunity to get to know you. To have you there beside him on this new journey of self love.

“Okay,” he accepts, voice quiet and still embarrassed.

“Okay,” you repeat, smile big and hope at its highest.

Okay.

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a/n: part one of a new seriesss les mf goooo (i missed writing so much omg, hope y’all like this one im vry excited abt it 🥹) ALSO part 2 isn’t as confusing lmao, it’s always difficult to clearly start out a series :/ pero i promise it’ll make more sense along the road :)

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Omg hi i was the anon that requested the one where stephen goes clubbing with the reader and OMG honey you are sooo talented 😭 everything was soo perfect. Thank you so much writing this for me! Also if you're still accepting requests, i hope its not too much to ask for a part 2 where they go on a very casual not so fancy date (since she's a very simple girl who doesn't really care for fancy dates) like literally the whole day and Stephen's freaking out cuz he doesn't know where to take her. Towards the end they end up having sex for the first time.

Again thank you soo much 🥰

With You, Again

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Age gap, fluff, flirtation, explicit language, SMUT— kinda’ goofy n silly, can’t always be so serious, oral (m and f receiving), PinV (protected), like two or three instances of degradation.

Word Count: 15,432

Reading time: ≈ 51 mins.

A/N: XXL post by popular demand!  i have a lot of fun writing these two… they’re doing their best. i also love planning outfits that will appear in these stories, so that was a big bonus. the links are below (and yes i veered way too far into my person style, i’m sorry if you hate it, lmao). thank you for the submission! enjoy the read <3

outfits for this read…

dress: https://www.freepeople.com/shop/cross-my-heart-maxi/?category=maxi-dresses&color=011&_gl=1%2a2b7zds%2a_up%2aMQ..&gclid=Cj0KCQiAt66eBhCnARIsAKf3ZNEJ0aJqBNBVD-uPfk4_1gpPouuUTBzR4wqLDvj0epXx20IFFLjIncgaArkeEALw_wcB&gclsrc=aw.ds&type=REGULAR&quantity=1

boots: https://www.freepeople.com/shop/blundstone-high-top-chelsea-boots/?category=boots&color=023&_gl=1%2axhpzld%2a_up%2aMQ..&gclid=Cj0KCQiAt66eBhCnARIsAKf3ZNEJ0aJqBNBVD-uPfk4_1gpPouuUTBzR4wqLDvj0epXx20IFFLjIncgaArkeEALw_wcB&gclsrc=aw.ds&type=REGULAR&quantity=1

hair scarf: https://www.freepeople.com/shop/honey-hair-scarf/?category=hair-accessories&color=014&_gl=1%2atsmbut%2a_up%2aMQ..&gclid=Cj0KCQiAt66eBhCnARIsAKf3ZNEJ0aJqBNBVD-uPfk4_1gpPouuUTBzR4wqLDvj0epXx20IFFLjIncgaArkeEALw_wcB&gclsrc=aw.ds&type=REGULAR&size=One%20Size&quantity=1

necklace: https://www.freepeople.com/shop/lara-layer-choker/?category=necklaces&color=027&_gl=1%2a1d24xxn%2a_up%2aMQ..&gclid=Cj0KCQiAt66eBhCnARIsAKf3ZNEJ0aJqBNBVD-uPfk4_1gpPouuUTBzR4wqLDvj0epXx20IFFLjIncgaArkeEALw_wcB&gclsrc=aw.ds&type=REGULAR&size=One%20Size&quantity=1

seducing stephen “on accident” (you liar)…

slip dress: https://moresunday.com/collections/silk-slip-dresses/products/lightweight-knit-silk-slip-dress

robe: https://yourparade.com/products/long-robe-luxe-satin?variant=40647268171824&utm_source=google&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=shopping_us_pmax_lounge_17758139948&utm_content=SHOPPING&gclid=Cj0KCQiAt66eBhCnARIsAKf3ZNFA4kiS3D4w2grz0euAycDDQG8iOiFl9-ws6MAXsHDmvnyjTgI7l5MaAnymEALw_wcB

Stephen Strange hadn’t been on a date in a long, long time. And when he had been on dates, there was a formula. Suit and tie, five star restaurant, a bottle of the best house wine, the chef’s recommended dish, a brisk drive home, a kiss on the door step, and an invitation for more. That was how it worked. That was how it had worked. That was so many years ago now, and those dates were always with someone in his age range— not someone with a more than decades worth of dissonance. To say he was nervous would be an understatement. He had no clue what he was doing here, and because of the perpetual nervousness coupled with the never-ending stream of sorcerer duties, he’d had very little time to think about it.

You were not a formula kind of girl. You certainly weren’t a five star restaurant type of girl. But he desperately wanted to impress you. He just didn’t know how.

Which is exactly why he was now sat in front of Wong of all people, one day before the date, asking, “Help me.”

“With?” The Sorcerer Supreme asked with a raised brow, not glancing up from his book

“Y/N.” 

As soon as your name left his lips, Wong became much more interested in the topic of conversation, placing his book to the side and asking, “What have you done?”

“Nothing yet, that’s the issue.” Stephen sighs, running a hand through his hair, “I finally asked her out on a date—“

“She said yes?” Wong asks with a bit more surprise in his voice than Stephen cared for

“Yes she said yes.” He grumbled back, “Do you disapprove?”

“She’s much younger than I would have placed you with, but… anything to get you back in the game.”

Stephen scoffed, “Don’t make it sound like— listen, Wong. This is serious. I like her—“

“And she likes you?”

“Yes, why?”

“You’re old.” He says bluntly, as he so often was, “And I wouldn’t have thought you were her type.”

Stephen crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, “And what exactly is her type, Wong?”

“I would assume it starts with polo shirts and ends with khaki’s given the group of boys she’s always with.”

“Wong, she’s a college student, what do you expect them to wear? Full suit and tie to their 7am classes?” Stephen huffed thinking about one boy in particular, “Besides, no, they aren’t her type. She’s… more mature than they are. But she’s a good friend and she loves them.” Stephen reminds himself, “So she spends a lot of time with them. She helps them with their studies and keeps them upright after their nights out. She’s sweet like that.”

“Mhm.”

“Wong—”

Wong cut him off, “Just take her to the botanical gardens or the park and have a picnic, or go to Chelsea Market and give her free range of your credit card… let her plunge you into debt. Women like to buy pretty things. They also like to look at pretty things. They are very simple, you make it too complicated for yourself.”

“We’re going to ignore the violently sexist undertones in that statement and instead ask where we should eat if we went the botanical garden route.”

You did like flowers. And it was supposed to be a beautiful spring day tomorrow. And you’d been cooped up behind the walls of the university and the middle school you were currently student teaching at all semester now. 

Wong shrugs, “Just ask her what she wants. She seems like the kind of girl to tell you. And she doesn’t seem like the kind to want to go somewhere you’d need a reservation.”

Stephen had to agree with that. So with a nod he stood from his chair in the library and headed up to his office for some light research. Wong watched him go in silence. Truth be told, Wong couldn’t have been happier with the pairing. But he knew Strange had been hesitant from the start in retrospect to your age. Wong thought that is was an odd Western sentiment. You were well above legal age now and it was very clear to anyone who spent a second around you and Stephen that the attraction was not merely superficial.

Strange would just have to get that through his own head if it was ever going to work.

You were laying in your bed, Maddie next to you with her legs kicked up against the wall, Daniel on the floor in your favorite bean bag chair. He’d given up on studying many hours ago now and was trying to convince you and Maddie to go out for the night.

“No, Daniel.” Maddie said flatly, very unpleased with him since about a month ago when he tried to put the moves on you while you were tipsy, “We have shit to get done, and even if we didn’t, Y/N just spent six hours in a classroom full of thirteen year olds, you think she wants to babysit us tonight?”

“Thank you…” You hum, flipping to the next page of your psychology textbook, “You should be studying too, you know? You have a major lab Monday—“

“Lab schmab.” Daniel huffs, “It’s Friday night. We’re only this young once.”

“Well luckily for you, I see little to no growth in your future.” You tease

“Oh, does hanging out with the Old Man give you mystical powers by association?” He grumbles back

“Daniel, stop calling him that.” You say sternly, “And no, it doesn’t.”

“Speaking of Magic Man…” Maddie rolls over and lays her head in your lap with a smile, “Have you heard from him recently?”

“Well…” You blush thinking about the little stunt Stephen had pulled on Monday afternoon

You were standing outside leaning against the brick wall of the school building watching over the kids during their free period when you heard a familiar voice call your name around the corner. You knit your brows and raised your sunglasses from your eyes, peering in that direction. You smiled seeing a little wisp of red fabric waving you around the side of the building. You gave a quick glance to all the other teachers before quickly creeping around the side of the building, turning and immediately being met with Cloak who wrapped you in a hug, followed by Stephen who smiled down at you.

“Well, hello there.” You smiled up at him before your face quickly fell and you plead, “Tell me this is just a quick visit and I don’t need to get everyone inside.”

“This is just a quick visit, you don’t need to get everyone inside.”

“Thank God.” You murmured, burying your face in his chest, “Though, this is highly unprofessional Doctor. You really should have gotten a guest pass from the front office.”

He chuckled, “I’m a superhero, what’re they gonna do?”

“Fire me, for one.”

“They can’t fire you, you’re not even certified yet.”

“Fine, they’ll kick me out of the program, would that be to your liking?”

“I dunno, would I get to spend more time with you?” You swatted at his chest and he laughed quietly, “I’m only kidding. No, it would not be. That’s why I am just telling you hello and letting you know not to worry if you don’t hear from me for a few days. I’ve got a mission.”

Your brows tensed in concern, “Dangerous?”

He smiled at you softly, “It usually is.”

“Why can’t it be a nice, peaceful mission? Can’t you just talk out the issue?”

“With the demonic entity terrorizing another planet? No, Doll, don’t think so.”

“Maybe if you just used a really firm tone… that works for me sometimes.”

Stephen laughed at you again and kissed your forehead quickly, “I will be back for our date Saturday. I promise.”

You nodded and squeezed him a little tighter, “Please be careful.”

“I’ll do my best.” He agreed, “Now, go take care of your own little terrorists.” Stephen encouraged, watching as two kids slung the tether ball back and forth with the explicit purpose to hit each other in the head

“My job is so much harder than yours.” You tease, turning on your heel and stomping off calling, “Bryson, Jackson… that is not how you play tether ball!”

You snapped back to the present when Maddie poked your side, “Earth to Y/N? Super sexy superhero man? Anything?”

“He’s been on a mission.” You say, “Although… I thought he’d be back by now. He usually calls…” You look to your phone on the bedside table

“I’m sure he’s just taking some stress off after the mission.” Daniel says rolling his eyes at the term, “You know? He could be sleeping it off… or sleeping with someone.”

“Daniel!” You and Maddie yell in unison

“Oh, come on! He’s a guy! And he’s a guy twice your age who isn’t going to wait around for a booty call if he wants one!”

“Given he’s twice our age I doubt he’s stupid enough to be making booty calls in the first place!” You fire back, “God you’re such a d—“ You were cut short by your phone ringing, a satisfied smile bursting forth on your face when you picked it up and answered, “Hello, Doctor.”

Maddie withheld a squeal while Daniel rolled his eyes and grabbed a stress ball off your desk, beginning to bounce it off the ceiling over and over again.

“Hey, Y/N. How are you, Doll?”

You immediately flushed at the nickname, “I’m good. How are you… did everything go okay?”

“Everything went just fine.”

Thud, thud, thud…

“You’re okay?” You check

“Yes, I’m okay.”

Thud, thud, thud…

“You’re sure? Because if you need a day to just relax we could—“

“Nope. And that’s what I was calling about. I’ll pick you up tomorrow at eleven. We’ll take the Huracán, not portal. Maybe eat something light beforehand, but we’ll eat afterwards too.”

“Oo, where are we going?” You ask excitedly

Thud, thud, thud…

“Well… it’s a surprise. I think you’ll like it.” You couldn’t miss the nervousness in his tone if you tried

“I’m sure I’ll love it, Stephen.”

“I hope so.” He sighs

Thud, thud, thud…

“Doll, what is that sound?” Stephen asked

“Daniel!” You snap, “Please, stop!”

“Oh? Is…” Stephen hesitated, “Daniel is over tonight?”

“Yes, Daniel and Maddie came over to study.”

You heard him give a sigh of relief, “Oh, good. Tell Maddie I said hello—“

“Hello, Doctor Strange!” She called immediately, listening intently to the conversation

Stephen chuckles, “Do you have me on speaker?”

“No! I’m just nosey!” Maddie calls back making you giggle

“What she said.” You agree, “Well, if you can’t tell me where we’re going, can I at least have some idea about dress co—“

Thud, thud…

“Daniel!” You snarl

“What?” He sneers back

“I already ask you to stop—“

“What, can’t hear your boyfriend?”

“I can, but you’re making it very hard for him to hear me.”

“Perfect.”

“Ugh…” You groan

Stephen pressed on and answered, “You can wear almost anything, really. You can be pretty casual, it’s nothing extravagant. We’ll be outside for most of it, but it’s not over exerting. A pair of flats or sneakers would probably be best shoe wise—“

Thud, thud, thud…

“Okay… Steph, I’m going to go.” You say annoyed, “I will see you downstairs tomorrow at eleven.”

“Alright, Doll. Please don’t ask me to vanish a crime scene when I get there.”

Thud, thud…

Through gritted teeth you say, “I just might…”

Stephen chuckles, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight.”

You hang up the phone and immediately roll off the bed and over to Daniel, catching the ball on its’ way back down and bouncing it hard against his forehead. He lets out a yelp and Maddie falls over in a fit of giggles.

“Stop, dickhead!”

“In fact…” Maddie says, “it sounds like we need to be getting to sleep. Why don’t you head out?”

“Why does Maddie get to stay over and I don’t?” Daniel whines, “You used to let me stay over—“

“Before there was a man I care about very much and I don’t want to give him the wrong impression.” You finish for him, “And you promised to respect that. So leave.”

Daniel pushes himself off the beanbag, grabs his book bag, and leaves without another word. You just stare at the door for a while before collapsing into the beanbag yourself, hands over your face, trying to keep your cool.

“His ego is just bruised, Woman…” Maddie says softly, “Give him time, he’ll come around.”

“I’m afraid he won’t have enough time. If he acts like that when Stephen is around I’ll be forced to cut him off. I asked Stephen to give him a chance and he’s been very patient. Daniel on the other hand…” You trail off, “Whatever, can we just go to sleep?”

“After we pick your outfit.”

“I’m picking my outfit.” You say sternly, “I want him to see me tomorrow, not the Barbie version of me that you prefer.”

“I don’t prefer Barbie you, I just think she’s more confident.”

“Well Stephen said casual and if I come way overdressed I’m gonna feel stupid.” You consider a moment, a flush covering your cheeks before admitting, “Plus, I bought a dress I saw the other day that I thought he’d like…” 

“Oo! Let me see it!” Maddie squeals

You roll off your beanbag and over the the wardrobe, opening the door and carefully pull out the flowy white material. Maddie open her mouth and closes it, scrutinize the dress.

“You hate it.” You say with a laugh, knowing she would

“Well… no. Hate isn’t the right word. It’s just so… long.”

“Yes, Mads, it’s called a maxi dress, ever heard of them?”

“No, sounds incredibly boring.” She shoots back, “Don’t you wanna’ try to… tempt him? Even a little bit?”

“Of course I do, I want him to fuck my brains out, but I don’t think he’s quite there yet.”

“Is he gay?”

You laugh, “No, Maddie. He’s not gay. I just… I don’t know, but I know for sure, this is what does it for him.”

“How would this do it for him as opposed to an itty bitty dress?” 

You hang the dress on the wardrobe door and say, “That’s the thing. I’ve noticed— it’s kind of weird— he seems to prefer when I’m wearing more. He gets a lot more flirty, a lot more touchy-feely. And I thought I was imagining at first, but then I tested it back to back several days in a row— and I am so not imagining it. He likes it when I’m dressed more conservatively. All my little sundresses and jeans as opposed to my skirts and leggings.”

“Alright… well, if you say so.” She rolls off the bed and walks over to the dress

“It’s not as bad as it looks either. It’s still a bit flirty. There are cutouts in the sides and a pretty significant slit up one of the legs.”

She gives a pleased hum, “Okay… I can appreciate that.” She thinks for a moment and asks, “Are you going to wear those boots I hate?”

“I am.”

“Ugh.” She pauses before asking, “So you do want to sleep with him tomorrow?”

“Yes, of course I do. He’s hot and the fact that I genuinely like him just makes me ten times hornier. Not to mention he’s so respectful— to the point it’s maddening sometimes.”

“Well, I think it’s sweet.”

“Oh! I do too, I just wish he wasn’t so worried about what it looks like to everyone else.” You sigh, “I mean, I understand, it’s harder on him than it is me with this dynamic. I just look like a girl who needs some extra cash— people will treat him like he’s a fucking predator. It’s so unfair.”

“Does he know you’re unbothered by it?”

“We haven’t really discussed it in too much detail.” You admit, “Kinda’ awkward to bring up.”

“Well you’re never going to get anywhere unless he recognizes you’re totally okay with the age difference here... because he really likes you. If he were one of mine he’d have used you and dumped you by now.”

“Oh, like you care when they do.” You laugh

“Sure don’t as long as there’s a wad of cash in my hand by the end of it.”

“God, you sound like a prostitute when you say it like that.”

“Who cares?” She groans

You laugh one more and encourage, “You’re on accessory duty. Bump me up, Baby.”

Maddie plopped down and pulled your jewelry box forward out of the back of the wardrobe asking, “I guess we’re leaning more boho?”

“I know it’s not my usually style—“

“No, but it’s a step up from grandma, so I’ll take it.” She smiles up at you

You roll your eyes and smile back, “Shut up…”

“I’ll put your hair in waves for you tomorrow while you do your makeup.”

“Thanks, Mads.”

“Anything for you, Granny.”

Stephen paced a bit out front of your dorm room. He was… very, very nervous for today. He was worried about nearly everything; the time he had chosen, the place he’d picked to take you, the outfit he’d worn, the fact that he’d only briefly glanced at restaurants in the area to offer suggestions for lunch. This was not his usual way of doing things and he felt so unprepared. He was staring at his own reflection in the cars windshield, fussing with his hair when he heard the front door whip open and turned to find you.

Oh, wow.

You were the sweetest thing he’d ever laid eyes on. The dress you were wearing fit you perfectly and his breath caught in his throat when you started walking toward him and he saw the way your right leg peeked out of the material as you strut confidently toward him. You were wearing one of your favorite pairs of boots which he thought was a unique contrast to the softness of the dress. Your hair was in waves, only your bangs peeking out through the little bandana tied on your head. Your usual tiny gold chain was still present, but another few layers of delicate chains sat atop it. Your eyelashes were dark, your cheeks significantly blushed, your lips shining a soft pink.

You always looked beautiful to him, but whenever you were in something so sweet and innocent like this, it just took his breath away. His own little Doll. An angel on earth.

Oh, God.

“Hello, Handsome.” You greeted him immediately, standing on your tiptoes and pressing a kiss to his cheek

He looked so damn good. A pair of deep brown boots, dark wash jeans, a light blue button up, and a dark brown scarf tucked into a lightweight navy blue jacket. You could tell he was freshly shaved from the lack of stubble against your lips and his hair had been swept back only haphazardly— which you knew must be driving him crazy, but you had the sneaking suspicion he’d left it more or less undone because you’d once said you preferred it that way in passing. 

You smiled to yourself at the thought. A very sweet gesture.

Stephen just stared down at you for a moment before seeming to come to and breathing out, “Doll, you look beautiful.” He took a step back and held you at arms length, noticing the prominent cutouts in the sides of the dress as well, “This dress is great.”

You beamed up at him, “I bought it ‘cause I saw it and knew you’d love it.”

Stephen’s heart fluttered, a faint blush covering his cheeks, “Send me the bill and I’ll pay you back for it...”

“Don’t be silly. Consider it a present.” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Do I get a ‘hello and welcome to our first date’ kiss?”

Stephen replied by pressing his lips to yours softly, wrapping his arms around your waist, grateful for the sleeves of his jacket to avoid feeling your skin against his. Respectful. He was being respectful. You were not one of his usual dates, and this would not end where it used to. That wasn’t what you were looking for, and that was okay. That wasn’t something he needed until you were settled and comfortable with him.

Stephen pulls away and says, “Hello and welcome to our first date. I’m sorry it’s taken us a month to get to it after the initial proposal.”

You shrug, “We’re busy, Stephen. I don’t mind. You know I enjoy our little coffee dates just as much, don’t you?” You ask, brushing a strand of hair off his forehead

“I know that. But I want to do nice things with you, Doll. You deserve it. You work so hard—“

You laugh, “Says you!”

Stephen opens the passenger side car and presses another quick kiss to your cheek before demanding, “Be quiet and get in the car.”

“Well now this feels like a kidnapping.”

“I’m not kidnapping you, I’m trying to take you to our first location.”

“This is the first location. If I get in that car we’re going to a secondary location and the chances of anyone ever finding me become significantly lower…”

“You watch way too much of the ID channel, you know that?”

“Yeah, but doesn’t it comfort you even a little that I knew all that?”

“It’d comfort me more if you got in the car and let me take you to the secondary location.” He smiles down at you

”We on a schedule or something?”

“No, I just want as much time as possible with you today.”

“So romantic.” You tease, finally sliding into the seat

“Shut it.” He grumbles, closing the door on you, cheeks tinted pink 

He wasn’t a romantic…

You were overjoyed with the secondary location. You practically threw open the car door and jumped for joy. 

“Oh my God! Steph, I love the botanical gardens, how did you know?” You beamed at him

His heart melted but he answered honestly, “Wong actually helped me pick it out.”

“Well, very good decision both of you. I love flowers.”

“I thought about bringing you a bouquet, but I figured this would be enough flowers to fill your appetite.”

You nod, “Very sweet. Thank you.”

“I figured we’d start in the conservatory.” He begins, “And then we can look at the pond outside— they’ve got all sorts of aquatic flora in there right now. And then we’d do the seasonal walk and see what’s in bloom.”

You stifle a laugh, “You really have it all planned out, don’t you?”

A faint blush covers his cheeks, “Well I— I looked over their website. I’ve never been here before, so I wanted to make sure I knew what I was getting myself into…”

“Nature, Stephen, nature!” You exclaim, pulling him toward the entrance, “I know that must be a foreign concept to you being holed up in your little library all the time…” You nudge him in the ribs gently

“I grew up in the middle of your so-called nature, I’ve had my fill.” Stephen says, “I didn’t know you were such a fan of plants.”

“A big fan. I almost got my degree in general bio so I could teach lower level bio classes and have my own little florist shop on the side.”

“What made you change your mind?”

You shrug, “Not a social enough job. I need to be around people. My mental health stays better that way.”

He cracks a small smile, “It’s good when people know their limits…”

You give a pleased little hum, “Now where’d you hear that from?”

“Must’ve read it somewhere…”

“Well, if you like plants that much, we have a greenhouse full of them at Kamar-Taj.” He glances down at you and reaches for your hand offering, “I could show you sometime, if you’d like.”

“You’re going to take me to Kamar-Taj?” You ask skeptically

“Sure, why not?” Stephen hands over his phone to scan in the tickets, “If you want to see some fun plants, that’d be the safest way to do it.”

“Why not?” You laugh, “Stephen, you won’t let me stay in the Sanctum for longer than ten minutes— and that’s if I’m lucky.”

“Doll, you know why I don’t like you in the Sanctum. It’s dangerous.” Stephen felt as you ran your hand up his forearm to hold his bicep and was flood with a nice warm feeling from such a simple action, “Which, is something I actually wanted to talk to you about.”

“Talk about it then.” You agree

“I just… I don’t know if…” He paused to try and collect his thoughts, “I don’t know what exactly you’re looking for… from me.”

Stephen kept walking while you stopped dead in your tracks, your hand slipping from around his arm letting him know you’d disappeared from his side. He turned around and saw you standing there with your head tilted at him as if you were trying to calculate what was going on in his head.

“What?” He asked

“You don’t know what I’m looking for?”

“Well no, we’ve never explicitly discussed it.” He says timidly, “And… I mean, like it or not we’re in two different stages of life. I don’t know if I should expect you to be around just until college is over, or if you had plans for after…” He trails off seeing the slight smirk on your face

“Stephen.” You sigh and roll your eyes, coming back to his side and taking his hand in yours, walking leisurely alongside him, “I like you. I want a relationship. I thought that was obvious?”

“I know you like me.” He agrees, “And I hope you know I like you too—“

“Yes, I do.”

“Right, which is why… I just want you to consider the ramifications of being in a relationship with me.”

“The ramifications?” You repeat, glancing up at him

He nods, “Yes. The consequences that are almost sure to follow.”

“Are we talking about the age thing here or...”

“Well, no, that wasn’t what I was referring to, but that’s something you should consider as well.” He grouches

“Okay, let me consider…” You pause for about two second before saying, “It’s fine.”

He rolls his eyes and lets out a huff, “Y/N, I’m being serious.”

“So am I!”

“You need to take our age difference into account first and foremost. After that, I need you to understand the potential danger you’re in being associated with me. Not just being associated with me, but being… mine.” He let out the last word softly, almost as if it scared him to say, “Because at that point, you aren’t just a random bystander. You are collateral, you are a potential hostage, you are someone’s something to get to me.”

You let the heavy words settle for a moment and ask quietly, “And if I were a hostage? What then? Do you leave me—“

It was Stephen’s turn to stop in his tracks, “No, of course I don’t leave you.” The little worry lines around his mouth that appeared when he frowns appear in full force, “No. But I can’t…” He lets out a frustrated huff and runs a hand through his hair, “But I can’t promise you I’d make it there in time… or— or be able to save you even when I came.”

“But you would try?”

“Yes, Y/N.” He takes your face in his hands gently, “Yes. I would try.”

You shrug and give him a small smile, “What more could I ask of you?” He sighs and closes his eyes and you place your hands over his own, “Stephen, let’s not worry about this right now. Okay? Let’s just enjoy ourselves. It’s our first date.” Stephen can’t help but crack a small smile at the lilt of excitement in your voice, “We can worry about that another day, another time. Alright? You need to figure out if I’m even worth all this worry to begin with.” You tease

Stephen gives a slight nod and agrees, “Another time.” 

But he already knew you were worth any trouble.

“Good.” You start pulling him towards the conservatory, “First stop this way, Stephy.”

“If I’d known you’d been here before I wouldn’t have chosen it…” He mumbles, upset to have been unoriginal

“Oh, but I love it here.” You sigh, “And I don’t get to visit with school. I only came twice my freshman year— once in the spring and once in the fall. We’ll have to come back during the fall, I think it’d be better suited to your tastes then anyways.”

He cracks a small smile behind you, noticing the open back of your dress, “My tastes?”

“Yes. Deeper tones, the colors aren’t so loud. And there aren’t as many people so you can be absolutely antisocial.”

“Well, if I’m with you that isn’t exactly antisocial.”

“Sure it is, we can be antisocial together.” You turn and grin back at him, “I’ll even brood at some trees with you.”

“Ha ha. Very funny.” Stephen says reaching out and tickling at your side with his free hand making you give a little squeak in protest. He grins to himself, “Oh… is someone ticklish?”

“Stephen Strange…” You warn, whipping around and putting up both fists, “Don’t you dare.”

“Oo…” Stephen purses his lips at you and looks you up and down in a way that makes you weak in the knees, “Watcha’ gonna do about it, Little Girl?”

He rushes forward and tickles at the naked skin on your sides and you give a little squeal, beating softly against his chest. Stephen grabs your hands and presses them to his chest, laughing much louder than he normally found strictly appropriate in public areas. He stills his hands and presses a kiss to your lips, pulling you closer. Your struggling stops and you melt in his embrace. You stand up on your tiptoes to make the kiss just a little bit firmer. Stephen pulls away, resting his forehead against yours and smiling down at you softly, bringing his hands back just a touch to try and feel you skin against his. He notices a middle aged couple staring at both of you behind your back, the woman looks to his hands and whispers something to the man, and Stephen quickly ducks his head and pulls away. You notice the automatic shift in his demeanor and turn to look at whatever upset him.

You scowl and throw up your hands, “You wanna’ take a picture? It’ll last long—“

Stephen’s eyes blow wide and he reaches up, placing his hand over your mouth and apologizing, “She’s in such a feisty mood today, so sorry about that. Was hoping the fresh air would calm her down.” 

The couple turns and walks away hurriedly and Stephen can hear you trying to muffle your giggles with his own hand. 

He draws it away and spins you back around to say, “It’s not funny. We’re in New York— you’ll get shot talking to people like that.”

You giggle again, “That’s not what I was laughing about.”

“What were you laughing about?”

“I was licking the inside of your hand and you couldn’t feel it!” You burst into a fit of giggles as his nose scrunches up and he wipes his hand on his leg

“What is wrong with you? The bacteria…” He mutters

“What’s wrong with you?” You return, pulling him in by the lapels of his jacket and saying seriously, “Don’t you ever stop kissing me just because someone is watching. I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks and neither should you, Stephen. I’ll take the issue of my safety into account more seriously later on, but I’ve already made up my mind about our age difference, and I don’t care. I want you. I don’t care if you’re twice my age, or there’s grey in your hair and you’re a hard-ass. I want you. Show me you want me too.”

That was a challenge if he ever heard one, and Stephen was not one to back down from a challenge. So after a brief look around to ensure no children were in your immediate vicinity, he took your face in his hands and crushed his lips to yours and slipped his tongue in your mouth. You gave a little whimper and threw your arms around his neck, kissing him back with just as much fervor. And he knew that tonguing someone in public was not a strictly appropriate thing to do when you were a well known public figure— but damn if he could find a reason to care when you made him feel like this.

He pulled back only once he was thoroughly breathless and asked, “Better?”

Your cheeks are flushed but you agree, “Much better.” 

“Good. Now… flowers?”

“Trees, mostly. Palm trees. You’ll like it, you can pretend you’re on the beach.”

“That does sound nice.” He hums

“Haven’t been to the beach in a while. More of a mountains person myself.”

“We could do both.”

“Oh, could we?” You smile back at him, “Already planning our first vacation together, Doctor?”

He flushes and mumbles, “We both deserve a break…”

“We’re taking a break.”

Stephen opens the conservatory door and is met with a nice warmth that he much prefers over the breeze outside and replies, “I want a long break. C’mon… think about it. A week somewhere, just us. Somewhere warm, clear water… a better view than you could ever imagine.”

“And when do you anticipate this happening?”

“You have a spring break.”

“That I have to go home for, Steph.” You say, “My parents like to see I’m alive from time to time.”

“Your…” You watched his eyes go wide and his mouth snap shut

“Oh, God. Don’t tell me you never considered the fact I had parents.”

“Well— now that you mention it, that makes sense. I just forget that— my parents and I were long through by the time I was your age. I just… forgot… parents.” He heaves a sigh

“Hey…” You nudge his hip, “Forget they exist if it make you that nervous. Not like they’ll hear anything about you anytime soon… or ever, if you’d prefer.”

“You can’t… if we’re together we can’t hide it from your parents forever!”

“Stephen, you’re doing the thing again.” You smile up at him and drag him toward one palm in particular, “Seychelle Palm. You can tell from the little needles up the trunk. It’s like the islanders version of an evergreen—“

“The thing?” He asks, “What’s the thing?”

“The thing is when you worry about something that doesn’t need to be worried about right this minute because we’re supposed to be having a good time, Steph.” You look up at him and smile softly, “Your attention to detail is one of the things I like about you a lot, but we don’t need to mind some of the details— like my safety or parents— right this second. Right? We need to focus on making sure we’re compatible for a long-term relationship. Agree or disagree?”

He takes a deep breath in and sighs before relenting, “Agree… for now.”

You smile and shake your head at him, “I’ll take it. Now… can I rant about palm trees? And then you can elaborate a bit on your relationship with your parents?”

He chuckles and nods toward the very tall palm in front of him, “The islanders evergreen…”

“Right, and it’s named after the island it’s native to…”

“Because we used to visit the beach every summer… the coast on the southeast. It’s practically all wetlands and it was always so pretty to me. All neutrals and soft tones. But… I still prefer the mountains.” You reply to Stephen asking why you were so insistent the two of you had visited the wetlands trail, “Which was your favorite?”

“First of all, you only prefer the mountains because you’ve been to shit beaches….” He smiles down at you, “Second, the cherry trees on the seasonal walk were my favorite.” He knows immediately, “I like cherry blossoms.”

“Maddie would be happy to hear it. ‘Real men love pink’ she says.” You laugh

Stephen smiles, “Of course she does. It’s less the look and more the scent. They smell beautiful.”

“Hmm… I like gardenia’s for their scent.”

He shakes his head, “Too strong, they give me a headache.”

“Oo… remind me not to light any candles with you around.” 

“I’d stomach it for you.”

“Awe…” You give him wide eyes, “For me?” You ask drawing out the ‘e’ in a high pitched tone

“Yes, if you promise to never do that again.” He chuckles

“M’kay.” You agree walking through the exit, “Are you going to try and get me to a tertiary location now?”

“Yes, but it will be much easier this time.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I’m taking you to get food.”

You throw your hand over your head and swoon, “I knew I liked you for a reason.”

“Are you feeling anything in particular?”

“Are we doing something over here or back closer to my place?”

“Let’s say closer to your place.”

“Mm… there’s this really good restaurant— Melba’s— all comfort foods that are awful for you.”

“That sounds perfect.” He agrees, “I’ll even let you pick music on the way there.”

“Oh, I don’t have to listen to music from the eighties?”

“What’s wrong with the eighties?” He acts offended

“Nothing if it’s like… MJ or Prince. You listen to the most obscure music—“

“It’s not obscure. I lived it. It’s just what I listened to. It’s better than your unintelligible club music.”

“Psh…” You roll your eyes, “It’s not unintelligible if you know the songs to begin with.”

“You mean to tell me you can actually understand what music is playing in the club?” He asks suspiciously

“Yes because I don’t need hearing aids yet.”

Stephen scoffs and smiles down at you, “Wow!” But he didn’t feel half as bad about the jab when it was from you. “At least I can ride the big kid rides at the theme park.” He stares down at you as he opens the passenger door for you

“Don’t pretend you’ve ever been to a theme park, you’re allergic to that much joy at one time.”

“I’ll have you know, I very much like roller coasters.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” 

“Well then we have something in common.” You smirk to yourself and grab the handle of the door, shutting it very quickly right after you say, “I like to ride too.”

Stephen stared blankly at the sky before turning to walk to the drivers side and bursting into a full blown grin. Was that… were you… mm.

“Stephen, no!” You sigh, leaning back in your chair and holding onto your stomach, “I feel six months pregnant.”

“If you were six months pregnant you’d be craving dessert.” He points out, “C’mon… apple pie?”

“I’m going to literally explode if I eat anything else.” You groan, “You already stuffed me full of two appetizers and my fried chicken… not to mention part of your chicken and dumplings!”

“I have to keep you well fed.” Stephen argues, “You get hangry quick—“

“Excuse me, sir…”

You and Stephen turn to find a little boy standing next to you. Maybe six or seven years old. Big brown eyes all wide. You look around and find his parents sitting just a few tables back from you, looking extremely apologetic.

Stephen clears his throat, “Well, hello.”

“Hi. I um… I was eating lunch with my mom and dad over there…” He gestures to his parents, “And I told my dad I thought it was you, but he says it’s not you. But I’m pretty sure it is you. Am I right?”

You turn your head to hide a smile and force down a giggle as Stephen points out, “Well, that depends on who you think I am.”

“You’re Doctor Strange.” The kid says confidently, “You just don’t have on your uniform.” He pauses and looks around and up into the air before adding, “Or your cool cape.”

“It is a cool Cloak.” Stephen agrees and you give a slight snort at the subtle correction

“So it is you?” The kid asks all hopeful

“It’s me.” Stephen confirms

“That’s so cool!” He exclaims and turns to you, “Are you a superhero too?”

You smile at him softly, “No, I’m not half as cool as he is. I’m just going to be a teacher.”

The kid shrugs, “My mom’s a teacher and she’s pretty cool.”

Stephen’s heart couldn’t have melted quicker at the look of pure joy on your face.

“You should make sure you tell her that.” You reply, “She’d think it was very sweet, I’m sure.”

“I will.” He agrees before turning back to Stephen shyly and asks, “Mom said no photos, but can I get your autograph?”

Stephen conjures a marker in his hand and the kids eyes go wide as saucers. You can’t help but note the slight smirk on Stephen’s face at the kids’ reaction. He is loving this. And he’s… softer, in a way. Still himself, still a bit sarcastic and making sport of the conversation as much as he can, but his tone has adopted a lighter lilt. You think it’s sweet. 

“Where do I sign, Kid?”

The kid turns toward his parents and raises his voice to ask, “Can he sign my shirt?”

You giggle as his mom sighs before reluctantly giving a nod. The kid turns around and you watch as a wave of gold encompasses Stephen’s hand. He writes out his signature in a beautiful script that you’ve never seen… he always signs receipts with a scratchy ’S.V.S.’

“There you go. Better not see that shirt on Ebay.” Stephen teases

“Are you kidding? I’m gonna show everyone at school tomorrow! They’ll never believe it!” He beams at Stephen, “Thank you, sir.”

“No problem.” Stephen nods, “Now go enjoy your dinner…” He nods over to his parents, “tell your mom and dad I said hi.”

“Yes sir!” He agrees before skipping off, calling a bit louder than necessary, “I told you it was him!”

You giggle into your hand and duck your head to tease, “Aren’t you just a sweetheart.”

Stephen was grateful you weren’t looking at him to see the blush on his face. He watched as the kids parents shot him an apologetic stare and he just waved his hand and mouthed, ‘It’s fine.’ And it was. He always preferred it when kids recognized him over adults. It was— no pun intended— magic.

“Yeah, well… kid was nice.” 

“Oh, don’t be Mr. Grumpy Pants. You loved it.” You say, resting your cheek on your hand, hair falling over your shoulders, the golden light making you look like heaven to him

“I like it when the little ones recognize me. It’s funny. It’s almost like they don’t comprehend I’m a real person.”

“Of course they don’t. You fight the monsters in their nightmares and fly around the sky like Superman.” You tease, “Would you have thought you were a real person five years ago?”

“No, I guess not.” He agrees with a slight smile

You hesitate a moment before asking, “What was the magic you used when you were signing his shirt?”

“It steadies my hands.” Stephen replies, “Didn’t wanna’ give the kid a shit signature.”

You smile softly, “Do you use the spell often?”

“Not when I don’t have to.” He denies, “I could. I can sustain it for a fairly long period of time, but I don’t like doing it.”

“Why not?” You ask curiously

He considers a moment before lamenting, “As cheesy as it is… it’s part of who I am. Other people don’t get to hide their disabilities behind magic and neither will I.” He raises his brows and sits back in his seat, crossing his arms across his chest, “Though it was my initial purpose for going to Kamar-Taj. That’s how I got into this mess in the first place.”

“You know… I don’t even know how you lost your hands. Daniel has told me it’s nerve damage, but I’ve never asked how it happened.”

“You’ve never looked it up?” Stephen asks, rather shocked by the news

You shake your head, “If it’s something I want to know, it’s something I should be asking you. I don’t want to hear it from someone else. And if you don’t want to tell me that’s okay too. I’m sure it’s hard to talk about.”

Stephen wasn’t sure what answer he was expecting in return, but it wasn’t that. Of course, it should have come to no surprise to him that you approached it so forwardly. There were few things he’d seen you take a roundabout way to in your time together, but he was so used to people tip-toeing around the injury at this point he found himself rather endeared by the answer. He’d started to wonder if you’d ever bring up his hands again after that first day together. He would catch you looking at them from time to time… not with any real discernible emotion— not exactly curiosity and certainly not disgust— but he’d failed to identify what it was exactly.

“A car wreck. A very, very bad car wreck. The fact I survived is a miracle.”

“You don’t believe in miracles.” You say matter-of-factly, “How’d the wreck happen?”

He takes in a deep breath and replies flatly, “I tried to pass a car on a cliffside road with no passing allowed. Another car came around the bend and hit me head on.”

You considered this for a moment before pressing, “Was the other driver injured?”

“Never asked.” He says honestly, “That was an issue for my lawyers. Know he didn’t die given the lack of jail time.”

Your brow furrows at this and he can see the cogs in your head turning, your lip curling slightly. He knew you didn’t like that answer, but it was the truth. That was who he’d been and you deserved to know that.

“That doesn’t sound like you.”

“It was me.” He shrugs, “That’s who I was, Doll. And I’m not gonna sit here and try to convince you I was better than I was. There’s no good that comes from that. You think my ego is big now? You should’ve seen me.”

“Mm…” You hum, “I guess there’s a reason we didn’t meet until now.”

He smiles a bit at the notion, “Maybe so.”

“It feels like the universe gave us time to catch up with each other.” You smile softly, stirring your drink in your glass, “A little, at least. It would have been kinder if the universe hadn’t included me in the snap so we could at least have another five years—“

“You were blipped?”

You nod, “Yep.”

“Sorry about that…” Stephen says, though oddly feeling a little better knowing that you were, in reality, meant to be a solid five years older than you were… then again, so was he

You smile at him, “You did what you had to, Steph. I don’t hold it against you and no one should.” You give a heavy sigh, “And I know you don’t agree, but let’s not argue right now.”

He gives a little chuckle, “We’ll save it for another time.”

You reach across the table and take one of his hands in your own, placing a kiss on the back of his palm and murmuring, “I’ve had a really nice time today, Steph. Thank you.”

“Any time, Doll.”

You roll your lips together and breech carefully, “Do you have to go back to sorcerer duties tonight?”

“No, I don’t think so.” He gives a relieved sort of sigh, “Took the day off. Just want to relax.”

Your cheeks turn pink as you ask, “Would you… maybe wanna’ come back to the dorm and spend the night again? We can watch your stupid westerns and relax together.” You add quietly, “I liked cuddling you to sleep last time, you’re a very good teddy bear.”

A chance to hold you close away from prying eyes? Yes please.

He chuckles, “We can do that. Or, if you wanted, so we didn’t have to rearrange your room to make way for a bigger bed, you can come back to the Sanctum? I’ve got a TV that we can watch my very thrilling westerns on and a bed big enough for two. I can just take us straight there and then open a portal to your room so you can grab what you need?”

“Oh my God, can I use your shower?” You stare up at him all wide eyed and desperate, “That’s the worst part about the dorms you know? Communal bathroom.” You stick out your tongue

He smiles down at you, “Of course, Doll. Even got a towel warmer.”

You give a groan, “God, this day just keeps getting better and better.”

“Well then, let’s go get you showered and under some blankets.” He stands and offers you his hand, “What do you say?”

You take his hand gently, “I say let’s go.”

Stephen walked you up the Sanctum steps, meeting Wong who was on his way down, “Ms. Y/L/N.” He nodded to you in greeting, “You look lovely. How did your date go?”

“It was wonderful, Wong. Thank you for helping him make plans.”

Stephen flushed at this, never pleased to let Wong know just how helpful he was from time to time. Wong just gave him a smug smile and continued his way down the steps. Stephen watched as you took in your surroundings. And it was a lot to take in. It was a place so rich in architecture and design and the Sanctum itself seemed to radiate with life. He pushed open his bedroom door and watched you enter carefully. You were immediately caught up in a hug by the Cloak, making you give that sweet little giggle Stephen always found warmed him from head to toe. The Cloak promptly returned to its chair and entered its state of stasis once more. 

You took in the large four poster bed that would certainly fit the two of you much better than the little full mattress Stephen had conjured when you were last together— it was the biggest bed that could fit into the space, but he hadn’t complained once. Everything was wrapped in jewel tones from floor to ceiling, even the cherry wood floors seemed to have a deeper red tone than normal. The room was spotless, but then again, it was Stephens’, so of course it was spotless.

“Welcome to my humble abode.” He murmurs, brushing past you and straight into his walk-in closet to hang up his coat and scarf, kicking his shoes off haphazardly

“It’s pretty… feels cozy somehow.” You run your hand over the red silky fabric draped over the canopy, “Even though it’s… not.”

“I’ve always preferred larger spaces.” Stephen says conversationally, watching your delicate little hands run over the fabric, unconsciously staring intently at your exposed back, “More room to exist.”

“Mm… I’ve always liked close quarters. Whatever the opposite of claustrophobia is.”

“Well technically speaking you’re referring to agoraphobia, the fear of open spaces.” You tilt your head back and roll your eyes at him, “I don’t think there’s a real word for what you’re describing… not in the English language.

“And the other ten languages you know?”

He pauses for a moment, “Not that I can pull out…”

“Well, if the great Doctor Strange doesn’t know it, it must not exist.”

He rolls his eyes back at you, “You want me open a portal to the dorm? You could borrow something of mine if you wanted.”

And for as wonderful as that offer was you denied, “Portal please. I need to grab makeup remover and my book bag anyways. I need to finish one chapter and then I’m totally yours for the night.”

That was only half of you motivation for returning home. The other half was re: a little something Maddie had left under your pillow for you. A last minute shopping trip on her behalf… she came in clutch for real. 

Stephen opens a portal and says, “It’ll stay open for fifteen minutes. I’m gonna go ahead and jump in the shower while you get your stuff together, alright?” He asks, pulling a pair of sweats and a t-shirt out of his drawer

“Thanks, Steph.”

Stephen nodded and slipped into the bathroom to start his shower, eager to have you in and out and in his arms under the sheets. Just the whisper of his skin against your own. Your hands drawing gentle circles across his back, your lips against his. That’s all needed. That’s… that’s all. There was no rush, nothing was moving faster than you wanted it to. He didn’t need to think about you coming back through the portal in his room and walking into the bathroom and joining him in the shower. The water beading and falling down your naked skin, rolling between the valley’s of your breasts, your back pulled to his front as he grinded his hard length between—

He didn’t know why he even bothered thinking about it. He’d only work himself up, be incapable of resolving the issue, and then have to take much longer in the shower than necessary to calm himself down. Which would surely only result in your suspicion. He showered quickly but carefully, washing away the smell of the outdoors from his body, turning the water cold to freeze out any thoughts of arousal. He ran a towel haphazardly over his body, pulling on his sweats and a tee hastily after his briefs.

He walked back out to find you sitting in one of the armchairs, thumbing through a spell book he’d left unattended, a small overnight bag by your side. He walked up behind you and snatched the book out of your hand, kissing your cheek.

“No reading anything that isn’t written expressly in English, Doll.”

“Oh, what am I gonna do with it?” You ask

“Knowing you… try it, manage to make it work, and conjure a portal to a dark dimension.” 

“Oo, sounds exciting.” You tease

Stephen rolls his eyes, “Oh yeah, real fun place. You’d love it.”

“I’m sorry.” You say, standing and running a hand down his chest, “You know I’m curious, I can’t help myself.”

“I’ll make sure to keep all sorcerer materials put away when you come around from now on.” He kisses your forehead and looks down at you, reaffirming for the hundredth time today, “You look so sweet, Doll.” He pulls gently at one of the strands of hair falling over your shoulder, “Always do.”

You choked back a grin, “Well, I know how you like it when I look all sweet and innocent for you, Steph.”

You didn’t miss the flush that covered his cheeks, “I always like your outfits. But this dress is perfect on you.” He reaches up and allows himself the pleasure of trailing his hands over the bare skin at your waist

“Very sweet, as always.” You place a kiss against his chest, “Take one last good look. It’s coming off for the night.”

Stephen takes your hand and spins you slowly, giving a low whistle. You giggle and pull away from him, grabbing your go bag off the floor, checking to ensure your hairbrush was on the floor, and then vanished into the bathroom. 

Stephen walked over to the bed and collapsed in a very dramatic fashion, face down in the pillows. He ignored the gentle sound of the shower and the implication for what your current state of dress was. He drew a pillow over his head and groaned, feeling his cock growing stiff between him and the mattress. How old was he that just the thought of your bare skin was enough to have him in this state?

He waited for what felt like hours, which he knew in reality was about twenty minutes before the water was turned off in the bathroom. He stayed face down in the bed, his eyes growing heavy, his body always looking for sleep as he hit the mattress— sleep was all it was used for. He never stayed in the bed for reading or work, for this exact reason. The brain needs to compartmentalize different spaces for specific activities. The bed was only for naps and bedtime.

He heard the door click open and stayed still as you walked back into the room. He expected to feel the mattress dip and have you crawl over, wrapping your arms around him, ready to nap away the rest of the day. Instead, he could hear you padding around the sitting area. He listened intently for a while hearing you huff in frustration.

Finally you asked, “Stephen, did you happen to see my hairbrush out here?”

He rolled over and began, “No, but there...” He trailed off when he saw you standing there

Here’s the thing. There was nothing outright provocative in your chosen outfit. A little slip dress and a longer silk robe. The slip dress wasn’t even one of those sexy ones with lace or a fancy material. It looked like a soft knit. It was black, and in your current light totally opaque. Even the neckline was higher than a typical tank top. And the robe nearly fell to the floor, so there was no possibility of you flashing him. He thought it was a pretty color— wine red. He liked red. He liked whatever the fuck this domestic scene you were painting for him was. It felt so casual, so homey, so cozy…

“Steph?” You called innocently, pretending not to realize exactly what you were doing, “My hair brush?”

He gave his head a little shake and as he was looking you over from head to toe, he saw a silver handle sticking out from under the chair.

“At your feet, Doll.”

Your brows knit together and you looked down, “Ah… should’ve closed my bag.” You bend at the waist and snatch up the brush quickly before standing and pulling the claw clip from your hair that you’d used to preserve your waves in the shower, “Thanks, Sweetheart.”

Sweetheart.

“No… problem.” He breathed out, eyes trained on you and your hair falling over your shoulders once more 

You turned and walked back into the bathroom, grinning ear to ear. Stephen turned back over in the bed and buried his face in the pillow giving a silent groan.

You were trying to kill him.

Five minutes later you came back out into his bedroom with your bag and threw it at the feet of one of the chairs. You walked over to the bed and Stephen rolled over and immediately held his arms out to you with a pout.

You giggled and chided, “Impatient.”

“Need hugs.”

“Need or want?” You tease

“Need.” He whines, “Tired and need cuddles to sleep.”

You raise a brow at him, “Since when are you so into cuddles?”

“Since you.”

Your heart fluttered and you smiled as you casually shrugged your robe from your shoulders and threw it over the headboard of the bed. Stephen swallowed hard and ripped his eyes away from you as you crawled onto the bed, putting your cleavage very much on display. That slip was not as opaque as he’d originally thought. And your nipples were hard and poking through the fabric… oh, fuck.

You gave a groan, “Fuck, meant to grab my book. One more sec, Steph, sorry.”

You rolled back off the bed and skipped over to your bag, bending at the waist and pretending to fish around for your book. Stephen choked on air.

Panties tiny… ass… panties red…. ass… panties lace…

Tiny red lace panties on your ass. 

He was having a literal stroke. You were literally trying to kill him and you didn’t even know it. Stephen decided that being under the comforter actually sounded pretty good right about now. He quickly lifted the covers and settled beneath them, staring up at the canopy on his bed. Which was… red. Like…

Jesus Christ.

You came back over to the bed and hid a smirk at Stephen’s sudden decision to be under the covers. You lifted the comforter and slid into the bed, rolling over and facing him, setting your book behind you. You reached up and scratched lightly at his scalp. He gave a little sigh and his eyes fluttered closed.

“Oh…” You cooed, “The baby really is tired. Being out for more than two hours at a time too overwhelming for you?”

“Shh.” He said, reaching out and wrapping his arm around your shoulders… not your midriff, not your waist, your shoulders, “S’nap time.”

You giggle and wiggle closer to him, resting your chin between his shoulder and chest, “Thanks for taking me out today, Stephen.” You bring your hand down and run your thumb over his cheekbone, “I had a really good time.”

He cracks open one eye to look at you and replies, “Me too, Doll. Thank you for coming with me.”

You smile and place a little kiss right below his ear and whisper, “You’re welcome.”

You heard his breath hitch, his grip on your shoulder just ever so much tighter. You kissed across his jaw and up his cheek to his lips, where you placed a very insistent kiss. Stephen tensed for a moment, waging an internal war with himself. On one hand: you two were alone, there was no one else to see, and he was very into what was occurring; On the other hand: just because you were alone didn’t make it right, he didn’t want you to think this was something you had to do, and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable if things escalated too quickly.

But if you wanted it. If you both wanted it. You were an adult. He needed to get that through his head. Yes you are significantly younger, but you were an adult all the same. You had autonomy. He needed to trust you when you told him what you wanted and trust that you’d tell him if things went too far or too fast. So Stephen rolled over and moved his hand to your waist, pulling you closer, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. You gave a pleased hum and thread your fingers through his hair, pulling gently and he gave a quiet groan in response. You trailed your kisses down his neck, licking at the vein that always popped out when he was… in… distress…

You pulled away immediately, “Stephen, what’s wrong, Sweetheart?” 

He knits his brows together, “Nothing wrong. Kissing you, there is a significant decrease in the things going wrong in my life at this moment.”

“Uh-huh…” You eyes him suspiciously, “Now do you wanna’ try the truth or…”

He gave a little huff, “There is nothing wrong—“

“Okay… nothing wrong, fine. But are you… okay?” You run your hand over the top of his head gently, “There’s something off.”

He lets out a deep sigh and confesses, “I’m… I just worry you only act physical with me because you think it’s what I expect.”

You stared at him for a moment, blinking a few times before asking, “Did it ever cross your mind that I am horny and you are hot?”

He couldn’t help but give a little laugh, exhaling harshly through his nose, “No, I try not to think about that because it feels disrespectful.”

“So you’re thinking about other women then?” You saw the panic flash across his face and immediately burst into giggles, “God! You’re so easy to work up, Steph!” 

“Mean…” He grumbles

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” You slink down next to him and tilt his head so he’s forced to look at you, “Is it the age difference?”

He nods, “I feel like I’m taking advantage of you.”

“That implies it’s not something I really want.” 

His eyes search yours and he asks, “And you do?”

“Very much, yes.” You run a hand down his chest, “As long as you’re okay. I don’t want you to worry what everyone else thinks. I’m not gonna tell anyone else what we do, Steph. Not the boys and not Maddie. So if you want me, I want you to have me. Because I want you.”

The way you were slightly leaning over him put your cleavage in a very convenient spot for Stephen. And the sun was setting now in the window behind you, the light coming through and shining directly on your back, making the fabric of your slip nearly totally transparent, every curve and dip on display. And he wanted you so bad he couldn’t stand it.

You reached up and brushed the hair off his forehead, “You’re nervous.”

He swallows hard and nods, “It’s been a while… since right after the accident a while, and I didn’t—“ He lets out a huff, “I’m not sure I’ll be able to do things delicately anymore.”

“Oh, God…” You roll your eyes, “You don’t think I’m a virgin or some shit?”

“No, not necessarily—“

“Oh my God, are you calling me a whore?” You gasp, only trying to get him worked up again

Stephen bites the inside of his cheek to stifle a laugh before admitting, “Closer to that than a virgin, yeah.” 

Your jaw drops and you give a little laugh, “Well then… if I’m a whore you should know I don’t mind indelicacy. In fact, it’s usually a preference.” You sit up and throw the comforter off the two of you, immediately straddling over his waist, pressing your hands against his pecs, and leaning forward to ask, “Still want me if I’m not as innocent as I seem?”

Stephen was transfixed on your tits as you slid yourself lower over his lap and quickly growing erection, “Should’ve known you weren’t. No innocent girl lets some random jackass touch and feel up on her the way you let those boys that night…”

“Oh?” You start rolling your hips forward, “Is that what your little scene was about? Were you jealous Stephy?”

“Unbearably.” He admits freely, “Were you trying to make me?”

“No… like I said, you get worked up easy. Hard not to make you jealous. I see the way you pout when our barista smiles at me…”

“I’m just saying, he doesn’t smile at me like that.” Stephen pouts, “And then you smile back and I want all smiles reserved for me.”

“Now, Stephen…” You chastise, letting your head lull back as his hands grab your hips pulling down, while his own shift upwards, his length pressing more insistently against your core, “Sharing is caring. Do you need to come spend a day with the third graders?”

“We’d both find it very hard to pay attention if I was a student of your in any capacity.” He fires back, letting his hands travel around and taking a generous grope at your ass, making you giggle

You smile and press your lips to his, and his arms wrap around your back, pulling gently at the fabric of your night dress. You run your fingers through his hair and smile noticing that the grey hairs are significantly softer than the rest of it. Stephen kisses across your cheek and over to your earlobe, nibbling gently, relishing in the pleased little hum that slips between your lips.

“Are you sure?” Stephen checks one last time, “Because I’ll stop if you ask me to once we get started, though I will admittedly be far less pleasant.”

With a grin and return as an answer, “Wanna’ fuck my mouth, Steph?”

Whatever the hell that noise was that left his lips at such an offer was the most beautiful thing you’d ever heard. You giggled as he buried his face in your neck and began nipping at the skin roughly. You ground your hips across his erection… a very large erection. You gave a little giggle as Stephen pulled at the fabric on your chest with his teeth. You were fairly certain if he wanted to he’d rip it off that way like a rabid animal.

“Turn around and put your pussy in my face, Doll. I wanna’ taste you too.”

Stephen chuckled when you did not have to be told twice. You pulled on his sweats first, catching his boxers and making sure they came off with. Stephen raised his hips and smiled watching you eagerly tear the fabric from his lower half. He swore… when his cock sprang free you whimpered at the sight.

“What do you think, Sweet Girl?”

“I think your dick is huge.” You return, spitting into your hand and automatically bringing it to his length, “But you must already know that.”

You turned your head and watched as Stephen’s eyes squeezed shut, his head falling back into the pillows freely. You repositioned yourself so your knees straddled either side of his head, nice and wide so your pussy was right there. Stephen grinned to himself. You definitely weren’t shy. He brought his hands to your ass and gripped roughly, watching as his fingers left indents in the fat. He pulled you down just a bit farther and shoved his nose into your cunt. You flushed hearing him take a long, indecent inhale. Jesus… someone wasn’t shy.

You focused on working him over in your palm: you’d start at the base, jerk him halfway, return to his base, and give one long, solid stroke up his shaft. You repeated the action over and over again, spitting onto his head when you needed to. You just wanted to look at him for a while. He was so pretty. There was a bit of a curve to his shaft, a pulsing vein to match the one on his neck, and his head looked so pretty dribbling precum. You leaned forward and dart your tongue out quickly to taste the fluid, causing Stephen to groan into your still-clothed cunt. 

“Fuck, Baby, put it in your mouth, c’mon.”

You tut, “Impatient for someone who still has my panties on.”

Stephen didn’t think, instead bringing his hands up to the material on either side of your hips, funneling enough magic into them to steady them long enough to pull the fabric apart. You gasped when you realized what he’d done and went to sit up, but were met with a hand against your back.

“You better suck if you want anything in return.”

Here’s the thing. A bossy tone like that and a demand— an ultimatum— of that nature would have made you furious coming from anyone else. But his tone, the demand, the idea of the returned reward…

Mmm.

You wasted no time in leaning over and taking him in hand once more. You held him steady, just barely moving your hand at his base, placing little kitten licks against his head. You ducked down farther and licked at his balls, rolling them in your hands and Stephen gave a groan behind you. You smiled and stuck your tongue out, running it flat up his length and following back down on the other side. 

Stephen looked at your bare cunt glistening, folds already wet for him… and you smelled divine. He gently grabbed your thighs and spread them to get you closer to his face. He paused one second longer to throw his head back and silently groan as you started bobbing your head over his length.

“Good girl…” He groaned before promptly sticking his tongue out and dragging it through your folds

He felt your rhythm falter and smiled to himself. He did it a second time, more insistently a third, moaning at your taste on his tongue. You pulled off of him with a little gasp, Your free hand clawing at his thigh. His tongue searched for your clit and he knew he had it when your legs shook and you whimpered against his shaft where you’d paused your work. You’d pulled off to catch your breath and were immediately turned into a moaning mess thanks to the man below you. He was fucking ravenous. He ate you out with a vigor you’d never experienced before. He was not concerned with being precise or careful, he was just interested in eating as much of your pussy as possible. You also discovered that his goatee left a very interesting burn between your legs, and a very pleasurable friction against your clit. Stephen smirked to himself as your grip around his cock got tighter, your moans louder, your nails digging into his thighs harshly.

“Oh my— fuck! Stephen…” You moaned, “Fuck, that feels so good.” You wiggled your ass a bit and both of his hands came down over it hard. You let out a yelp and a moan, “Slap my ass again, Baby.” You teased, wiggling on his face again

Stephen grinned and brought his hands down over the globes of your ass. You hummed happily and he could almost feel the juices dripping from your pussy.

“Put my cock back in your mouth, Sweet Girl. Suck on it for me.” You leaned back down and with newfound vigor took him down your throat, gagging before forcing yourself to his base. Stephen groaned into your cunt, running his hands up and down the smooth skin of your back and ass, “Just like that, huh? Fuck— you know how to suck cock. Really are a little whore, huh?” He hissed as your tongue darted out around his base, licking, drooling on him, “Come on, Baby. Put me right on the edge and then I’ll fuck you however you want, yeah?”

Your heart was hammering in your chest as you took him back in your mouth. He was shameless in the way he spoke to you, confident in a way you weren’t quite used to. You were used to having all the right words to say to make boys flush underneath you, but now you’d been left a blushing wreck by the man below you. You sucked hard as you came off of him, a moan getting trapped in your throat as he sucked your clit between his lips. Suction was not usually your preference to pressure… you were too oversensitive, but despite his fury and vigor, it felt better than you were used to… a lot better.

You cupped his balls and gently massaged them in your hand before moving back up and stroking him. You started moving your mouth up and down his shaft in time with your hand, using a much rougher grip than you normally would have, but he didn’t seem to mind— at least his moans into your pussy seemed to tell you it was okay. Stephen couldn’t get enough of just feeling you. His hands were everywhere: your ass, thighs, hips, and stomach. He noticed when his fingers would brush against your stomach you would tense— he would then immediately bring his hand down over your ass or hip or thigh in silent reprimand.

He was a good five minutes into devouring you whole when your legs started to shake.

He’d lost his touch… how sad. Guess he’d need more practice.

“Gonna cum for me, Doll? Wish you would, wanna taste it.” 

You pulled off of him with a sort of drunk-sounding giggle, “Yes— fuck, fuck, fuck…. Stephen!” You squealed, your toes curling

He couldn’t help but grin at the way you called his name. So desperate and needy. Sure, it had been a while since he’d had sex anyways, but it had been an even longer time since he’d slept with someone for the genuine pleasure of it. There was no expectation or wondering what this meant for his relationship with this person because he already knew. And for as scared as he’d been to disappoint you, he didn’t feel pressure to perform. You seemed so genuinely overjoyed to just feel.

“Steph, Sweetheart…” You beg, “Don’t make me cum yet, I won’t be able to—“

Stephen rolled his eyes and slapped your ass, resettling your hips as you tried to pull away and you moaned. Clearly, he did not like the idea of you moving before you came. But you weren’t used to cumming more than once per round… if you came at all. And your body was never exactly quite into it after the fact. However, Stephen did not seem to care to listen to this as he gripped your hips and started forcing you to grind against his face. 

“Steph… I won’t—“ You whine, trying to quell your impending climax, “I won’t be able to again, and I— I...” You moaned and dragged your nails down his thighs

“You can and you will. Close your mouth and keep it closed until you need to moan my name again. Understood?” You slumped over with your chest and face buried in the mattress, nodding emphatically, “Don’t worry about it, Doll. I can make you cum as many times as you want.” He spit up into your cunt and stuck his tongue inside you, fucking you roughly a few times before slurping up the mess, “So go ahead and cum for me.”

You were shocked to feel your own body betray you as a scream ripped through your throat, your body writhing as Stephen wrapped his arms around you to keep your lower half still. You clawed at the comforter, trying to ground yourself to this plane of reality. Your body broke out into a sweat and tears welled in your eyes, your pussy throbbing, clit begging to be relieved from the pressure.

“Steph…” You whined out, “Please, please… too much.”

Stephen pulled away with a chuckle, grinning ear to ear rather proud of himself. He gave your ass a pat and you rolled off of him, staring up at the canopy and running your hands over your face. Stephen crawled down to you and braced himself on his forearms, grinning down at you like the Cheshire cat. 

He tilt his head at you and asked, “So… any good?”

You giggled and shoved his shoulder gently, “Yes, dickhead.” You laughed and squeezed your thighs together, “Never cum like that before.”

Stephen’s brows shot up, “No one’s ever—“

“No, no. They have, it just wasn’t… that.” 

He smirked at you, “Damn, I’m good.”

You rolled your eyes, “Not to burst your bubble, Steph, but they’re usually drunk frat boys, the competition isn’t stiff.”

He pouts down at you, “Let me have this.”

“I did let you have it.” You smile up at him, “And it was… amazing. Thank you.”

“I’d also like to go back to the part where you’re having sex drunk—“

“Can we do that when I’m not spread out in your bed ready for you to fuck me?”

He hesitated for a moment before deciding, “Fine… but I’m putting on a condom now.”

You pout up at him, “Why?”

“Because while I trust you fully in your right mind, I’ve seen you tipsy and making bad decisions, I can’t imagine what inebriated decisions you’ve made while horny.”

You open your mouth to object before snapping it shut and huffing, “That’s fair. But for the record— I’ve been tested, I’m clean.”

“That’s great, we can both go get tested together and trade results.”

“M’kay… I’ll share what I got for chlamydia if you share what you got for HPV.”

He rolls his eyes and smiles down at you and rolls off the bed, “Very funny. You shouldn’t be encouraging cheating as an educator—“

“Oh, please.” You scoff, “All higher education is, is cheating. We take the ideas formed by some old white guy centuries ago and change the words a little. We don’t even have to sight our sources, our pedagogy is based entirely—“

“Babe, not the time for an intellectual debate.” He teases, ripping open a condom packet with his teeth

“I thought my intellect was one of the things you loved about me?” You pout up at him

“And you’re right, but even sexier than that is hearing you moan my name.”

You giggle as he grabs your ankle and yanks you toward the side of the bed. He grabs your slip and throws it off of you carelessly, immediately reaching out and palming a tit with one hand while rolling his condom on with the other. You leaned up and pulled his face down to kiss him, smiling at the slick caught in his goatee. Filthy.

“Fuck me, please.” You plead against his lips, “Want your cock in me.”

Stephen grabbed his cock and spread your legs giving a pleased hum, “So wet for me.”

“Of course I am.” You bit into your bottom lip and moaned as he rubbed his head against your entrance, “C’mon, Steph. Don’t tease me.”

“But you look so pretty when you pout.” He said tapping his head against your clit, smirking down at you

“Give it to me, please.”

Stephen pushed in about halfway and you both let out a moan. He’d never seen something so pretty. Your head thrown back, jaw slack, but a smile still somehow showing through. You gave that deranged little giggle and hooked your heels at the small of his back, pulling him forward. He grunted as your cunt enveloped his cock. So warm and inviting. Christ, you were sucking him in, begging for it. He wanted to feel your slick against his length, feel you gush around him.

There was always next time.

“Knew you had more to give me than that.” You breathed out, grabbing your tits and pinching your nipples, “Fuck, your cock feels good. Please move. Fuck me good, Stephen.”

He could’ve came before he even started. Those wide innocent eyes combined with the absolute filth falling from your tongue. He hooked his arms under your legs, your knees digging into his ribcage and pulled out before snapping his hips against you hard. You gave another moan and your eyes rolled back in your head. Fuck you were gorgeous. Stephen didn’t hesitate, deciding pacing himself would be a waste of time with how tight you were. There was no way he lasted long enough to work up to it. He spit down where the two of you were connected and placed one leg back on the bed, leaving you spread open nice and wide. He settled his thumb against your clit, his other fingers digging into your stomach. You keened and whined below him, eyes squeezing shut tight. He smiled and watched as your pussy stretched around him, listened to the slick sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you.

“Shit… oh, fuck! Stephen!” You whined, “Oh my God— yes!”

“Feels good, Sweet Girl? Like how I fuck you?” He groaned when your walls clamped down around him and then laughed, “You like it when I ask you dirty things like that? Can feel how this pretty pussy squeezes me nice and tight when I do.”

“Just... just glad to hear you can use your mouth for something other than talking shit.” You fired back

“I think I just proved pretty well my mouth has a— oh, fuck Doll— a lot of different uses.”

“Dick’s not so bad either.” Your back arched off the bed as a current of electricity ran straight from your clit to your head, “Yes, yes, yes… oh—“

“Not gonna cum again already?” Stephen taunts, “What happened to ‘won’t be able to again?’”

“Can’t help it.” You pant, “Feels so fucking good.” You fist the sheets in your hands, “Make me cum again, please. Please, please, please…”

He grins, “Look at you begging for it.” He shifts your leg wrapped around his waist, resting your foot against his shoulder, trying to reach a new depth that’d have you seeing stars, “You wanna cum on my cock? S’that it?”

“Yes, Steph, please.” You beg again, “Wanna cum on you.”

“I’m not stopping, Doll.” He promises, “Why don’t you reach that little hand down here and play with your pretty clit while I watch, huh?”

You immediately brought your hand down and replaced it with Stephen’s. With his newly free hand, he reached out and twisted your nipples making you cry out. He brought both hands to your leg on his shoulder and ran them up and down the length of it. He brought his lips to your ankle and left a kiss against it, trailing his lips down farther to feel the softness of the skin. Stephen’s eyes were in a constant battle trying to decide to stare at your tits or your face. God, that was a nice rack. He felt your walls flutter around him and smiled to himself.

“Just like that, Baby. Gonna cum for me again?”

“Yes…” You whimpered, “Fuck me harder.” You demanded, “Give me that cock. Make me feel it in my guts.”

What the hell kind of pornographic…

“Shit, Baby. I’ll make you feel it in your throat if you talk to me like that.”

The moan you gave at the idea was only made ten times hotter by the wave in your voice as the brutality of his thrusts increased, “Fuck, yes. Fuck! Fuck my pussy just like that, Steph. Gonna cum, gonna cum. Cum all over this big fat cock. You want it?”

“Give it to me Baby Girl, cream on my cock.”

You threw your head back and let out a scream as you came. Your eyes welled with tears as your whole body caught fire. You felt Stephen’s hand come back to your clit as your own fell away to grab at the mattress. He didn’t stop fucking you, didn’t stop working against that sweet spot. You couldn’t fucking think. Your eyes rolled so far back in your head you saw your goddamn brain. You couldn’t stop orgasming, Stephen prolonging the sensation both intentionally and probably rather unintentionally with the deep moans and grunts bubbling up through his throat. It must have been minutes before you started coming down from your high, and even then your body was shaking in the aftermath. When you opened your eyes your vision was blurred, white spots in your peripheral. You couldn’t even speak, your mouth salivating, literal drool pooling in the corners of your mouth. 

He’d broken you.

“You still with me, Sweet Girl?” Stephen pants out, “Look at me, let me see that face.” You turned your head and looked up at him all dazed and he grinned ear to ear, “Damn, you look pretty all fucked out.” His balls were getting tighter and tighter as you laid there looking up at him all dumb and distant, “Can I take it out and cum on your tits? Huh?” He bit into your calf and you gave a small squeak, “L-let me hear you. Where do you want my load?” He growled

You wiggled away and off of him, gaining enough consciousness to sit up and rip the condom off. You took him in hand and settled your mouth around his head, stroking him quick and hard. You reached up and groped at his balls. Stephen hissed and brought a hand to the back of your head, pushing you down farther. In your cock-drunk haze you giggled at the little act of desperation, and the vibration set Stephen off. He came with the sexiest moan you’d ever heard, his head falling back, sweat beading on his chest as he shot thick ropes of cum into the back of your throat. You kept sucking until his fingers wrapped through your hair and he forced you off of him. Even then little after shocks of his arousal forced their way up and leaked down his shaft. 

Stephen’s breath caught in his throat when he looked down to find you staring up at him, mouth wide open to show where he’d emptied himself. You looked him dead in the eyes as you swallowed it before leaning forward and lapping up the last of your reward that he’d pulled you away from. He forced himself to breathe out and it came in a shaky groan. You kneeled on the bed and reached up, grabbing him by the neck and crushed his lips to yours. You smiled as his hands still wandered, groping at your ass, coping a feel at your tits, pinching the fat of your hips before finally coming up to hold your face— tenderly, tilting your head ever so slightly to deepen the kiss.

Stephen pulled away to catch his breath and settled his forehead against your own, his eyes closed as his back heaved trying to compose himself.

“Holy fuck.” You giggled and his eyes snapped open, a flush covering his cheeks as he asked, “Did I say that out loud?”

“Yes.” You laugh, “Can’t say I mind. I think we’re in full agreement on the matter.”

He lets out a breathy laugh, “That’s… that’s good to know. Wasn’t sure you enjoyed it.”

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes, pulling him into another kiss, running your hands down his chest

He hums and pulls away, kissing down your neck and across your shoulder murmuring, “That was real good, Doll. Real damn good.”

“Oh, good. Wasn’t sure you enjoyed it.”

“Such a smart-ass.” He says giving your ass cheek a little slap

You smile and wrinkle your nose at him, “You don’t mind it.”

“No, I don’t mind.” He agrees

You shuffle back and pull him onto the bed, falling backward and forcing him to collapse on top of you. You feel him shift to move to the side and whine, holding him firmly on top of you.

“I’m gonna crush you.”

“Good.” You hum, “Seems like a good way to go.”

“You think?”

“I do.”

You run your hands through his damp hair, occasionally placing a kiss against the top of his head or his temple. He wiggles a little every time and you stifle a laugh thinking he’s a bit like a puppy in need of attention. It will be very nice falling asleep like this tonight. Wrapped up in him, just for a while. Just the two of you in your own little world. Maybe when your alarms rang you could convince him to stay with you just a little while longer. Maybe you could go get coffee and just sat next to him while he read if he had reading to do. Or maybe you’d ask him if he really meant it when he said he’d take you to the greenhouse at Kamar-Taj…

“So…” He sighs

“So…” You imitate

“What now?”

“Mm… Bonanza? You like Bonanza. After a shower though. My hair smells like sex now.”

He smiles against your skin, “Man, this really is my day, huh?”

“You just made me cum for like three minutes straight, you can have whatever you want for the rest of eternity.” You say earnestly

He laughs, “We need to work on your standards.”

“I feel like they’re looking pretty good at the moment. Tall, hot, smart, sex god…” You consider for a moment, “Superhero— I’m not sure the standard gets much higher than that, Stephen.”

“Where will you ever find a man to reach such ridiculous levels of excellence?”

“I have an idea…”

Stephen picks his head up and looks at you softly, brushing a stray hair off your damp forehead, “Does that mean I get to take you on a second date?”

You give him a lopsided little smile, “And a third and forth, if you want.”

“I’d like that a lot.” He agrees, running a shaky thumb across your cheek, “But I want to do a date my way next time.”

“How’s that?”

“Five-star restaurant, best bottle of wine, chef’s recommended dish, a kiss on your doorstep.”

You smile at him shyly, “That sounds really nice, Sweetheart.”

“Good.” He agrees, “Give me your schedule and I’ll make the reservation. Let’s try not to wait another month this time.”

“Why not? The pining makes for great sexual tension.” You tease

He smiles, “Sure it does. But I don’t know if I can wait another month to be with you again.”

You roll your eyes but Stephen doesn’t miss the flush on your cheeks as you mumble, “Such a romantic.”

“Only for you.”

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Eddie. Munson.

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Eddie Munson. Again...

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So uh.. I made a lil sumn today...

Should I make more?

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Rue Bennett. Because we love a bedazzled crackhead.

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Maddy and Cassie. Because I can't help the raging lesbian within me.

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El icons. Cuz season 4 is coming...

...Yall ready?

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Cute Genshin Icons. That's it.

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The crown wallpapers because I feel hella fancy today.

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Hail Queen Wanda

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Gumball Watterson cuz I'm goin thru another cartoon network phase.

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I don't see a lot of em, so here are some Stewie Griffin icons.

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