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Iced Coffee 7 - Dark!Stephen Strange x Reader

Series Warnings: 18+ adult content, Dark, Rape/noncon, obsessive behavior, stalking, doctor/medical themes, needles (chapter one, not sex related), violence, abuse, kidnapping, forced marriage, smut, escape attempt, Somnophilia, Emotional manipulation, mentions of past infidelity (not Stephen or Reader).

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Thank you to the unnamed requester and @couldntbedamned for this request. 🖤

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A/N: I'm adding a chapter 8. I'm sorry this fic has been taking so long. This chapter still feels really meh but I'm at the point where I just need to release it and move to the next one or I'll never finish this fic.

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Waking up in the holding cell was surreal. It wouldn't have surprised you if a designer had been hired to make the room as demoralizing as possible. It was cold and grey, void of any hope. You looked down at your body to find yourself in simple grey sweats that matched the vibe of the room. There was an IV hooked to one arm with a bag of something, probably saline, though it was unlabeled. You immediately pulled the IV out and sat up. A golden cuff was fixed to your other arm. At first glance it looked like a bracelet but the longer you examined it the more it felt off. It was like your eyes couldn’t quite focus on it, like an optical illusion. It didn’t quite look real and the more you looked at it the more it almost seemed to shift and buzz on your wrist. You tried to pull it off but couldn’t. Frustrated, you stood up only for a dizzy spell to take hold. You stumbled but somehow made it to an open doorway. A toilet and shower lined the small area and you immediately lunged towards the toilet, gagging up everything that had been in your stomach.

As you came back into your room you looked around again. There were no windows and very few pieces of furniture. You sat on the floor and meditated, taking deep breaths in and out.

It was glaringly obvious that Stephen wasn’t just a powerful man that had an obsession with you. He was a god. You had assumed that Stephen knew Stark because of his prestige as a surgeon. How naive, you shook your head. He seemed to be able to teleport somehow. He had to be able to do more than that. When you were fighting him he was able to subdue you even with your newfound ice powers. Part of you gave up in that moment, knowing that any attempt at escape would almost certainly prove fruitless. Another part of you, the strong woman who put herself through med school without friends, needed to at least try. Regardless, you knew one thing, that leaving him wouldn’t be easy. You didn’t fully understand the game you were playing with him before but now you did.

The door opened but you kept your eyes closed and breath steady.

“How are you feeling sweetheart?” Stephen said from the doorway.

“Fuck you,” You replied, turning away from him.

“Now, now, don’t be like that.”

You closed your eyes tighter and tried to call on whatever it was that helped you before. Footsteps echoed across the room before his warm body encased you from behind. He let out a hot breath over your neck and tapped the gold band on your wrist.

“An inhibitor cuff. You won’t be going all icey for the time being,” he whispered, sending goosebumps across your skin.

You ripped away from him, standing and spinning to look at his arrogant face. “What do you want with me?”

He slowly stood from his crouching position and walked forward, pushing you back until your legs bumped into the bed. You fell back on your ass, breaking your gaze from his stormy eyes, and he took your chin in two fingers.

“You know what I want,” he said gently, bringing his lips to your forehead.

He wanted you.

“But my life… my job...” tears slid down your cheeks and he wiped them away with his thumb. You flinched at the touch, making him tense.

“Your life is with me,” his voice got slightly louder, giving it an authoritative edge.

“And you don't need to work,” he paused. “I won't allow you to work.”

“Why won't you leave me alone,” you ripped your face away and turned your body to the side, bringing your legs up onto the bed. “You’re rich, handsome, famous. You have options and it’s not like I’m special or anything.”

Stephen sat beside you and grabbed your arm as you tried to shuffle away. He pulled you back into his lap and hugged you around your waist.

“I saw you at the conference,” he kissed your temple. “There was this spark in your eyes, a determination that reminded me of myself. You’re not just beautiful, you’re smart and a fighter. I could be with anyone and trust me, I've been with plenty of partners. I know what chemistry feels like and nobody compares to the spark I feel with you.” He nipped your ear “I know you feel it too.”

Your heart ripped in two, the pain spreading through your chest. It would be easier if you didn’t like him, if you didn’t feel the pull he described. You would have prefered for him to throw you against the wall, to claim your body the way he always did. Sex, that was easy, gentle touches were what tore you apart.

He was an arrogant asshole. But he wasn’t a liar. Everything he said was true, including your fight. He was assuming you would try to get away and he was right. He was also right that you were smart. You were even smarter than Stephen, though he wouldn't admit it. Sure, he was smarter in some ways but his ego caused blind spots. You had a humility that Stephen lacked. He was playing a game that you didn’t know about. He could have won if he had been willing to bend even a little. If he hadn’t become so jealous or possessive you would have married him. Unlike Stephen, You had no problem setting your ego aside when you needed to.

“Ok,” You said.

“Ok?”

“I’ll - I’ll marry you. I know you would make me either way but I’ll do it willingly.”

Stephen gripped you tighter and you turned towards him. You grabbed his cheek and he closed his eyes.

“Don’t take it all away.” you whispered, “Please,” you begged. “I have to work, I can’t...” you choked, “I can't.”

It was only a second but a look of empathy pulled at his eyes. He grabbed your wrist, thumbing over the cuff “You could have killed yourself injecting an experimental drug,” his face darkened.

You sniffled, dropped his face and pulled from his lap, curling yourself up into a ball. He was silent for a long time beside you before finally speaking.

“Part time,” he shook his head, “only when I’m there too.”

You scooted until your head was in his lap “Thank you,”

He petted your head, “let’s get you home.”

-o-

Stephen realized almost immediately that what he liked even more than tearing her down was being there to catch her. He wanted her to look to him with her questions, to eek his approval. What was even better than her tears was being the one to dry them.

She was unhappy all the time, the spark all but extinguished in her. She was trying to take her cuff off and he let it continue only because he worried that if he took everything she would break down completely. He loved her for her mind as well as her body and was careful not to push her so far that she would lose it too. Work was good for her, kept her sane as well as grateful to him. Still, It took several weeks for her to start smiling.

The first smile she gave wasn’t for him and it drove him crazy. He dropped her off at her desk like normal and when he came to pick her up she was smiling at a coworker's phone. Her face dropped when she saw him. Jealousy overcame him as he walked over to her.

“What is it,” he asked.

She frowned and her coworker lifted their phone “A picture of my dog.”

Stephen went out and came back with a puppy that night and watched with a smug pride as she smiled and hugged the thing. Of course he fucked her hard that night, asserting his dominance too. It was a difficult balance between harsh and gentle with her. In time he would learn to perfect it like he did with everything.

After that she became more comfortable, slowly accepting her role with him and he relaxed a little.

A little too much.

He was called into surgery last minute. Usually he would only operate when she was safe at home. There was an opportunity, however small, when he was in surgery for her to escape. It was an emergency though and the type of surgery that ended up in journals. He texted her to wait and scrubbed in.

Even though he knew she would try to run at some point, when he exited his surgery and saw the alerts on his phone he saw red.

She was stupid to run from him, she would pay.

-o-

Your heart thundered through your chest as you picked food up from Stephen's favorite restaurant. He would think you were running and be angry. That was the point but it still scared you.

You had been playing the game since the day he kidnapped you. It was hard to be patient but you knew it was the only way. You had to make it feel real, spend weeks acting like you were trying but unhappy then very slowly show signs that you were giving up. It was a slow process, figuring out how to remove the cuff. You weren't subtle about it, sat right in front of a camera while you “failed” and gave up trying. You wouldn’t take it off until the time was right.

“What are you doing?” you jumped at the harsh tone in his voice.

“Steph-”

“-I told you to stay.”

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” you hung your head. It had worked, he thought you were trying to escape.

He walked toward you and lifted your chin, “You left your phone,” he said.

He had to see that you weren’t leaving. He had to have an ounce of trust. You knew that he was tracking you primarily through your phone. Maybe you went a little too far with leaving the phone. His lip lifted in a sneer. Yes, you definitely went too far.

You tensed knowing what was about to happen. He grabbed your hips and lifted you up and around, pushing you against the table. Of course your body reacted, it always did. There was something seriously wrong with you to still enjoy any part of him. He pushed your skirt up and pulled your panties down, running a finger over your wet slit.

“Please.”

He slapped your ass hard, “Please fuck you?” He slapped again and again until you were pleading with him to stop. “Or punish you,” his voice was laced with desire. It dropped into a low whisper, “naughty girl.”

Your pussy clenched as he pushed a finger in, hooking it against your g spot.

“D-Doctor… please.” you whined.

Finally, you were flipped to your back and felt his dick against your entrance. He filled you slowly, teasing your clit as he pumped in and out. Your hands went to his shirt and he pushed them up over your head, tsking at your small act of control. He controlled everything. Only him. It never took long for you to orgasm with him and your body was begging for a small touch to see you off. He held it off until you cried and begged, finally flicking your clit as he spilled in you. You clenched around him as you orgasmed together, then relaxed into his hold, letting yourself bask in the endorphins for a few minutes.

He pushed your skirt back down and sat you on his lap, pulling a fork to your mouth, which you opened immediately.

“I know what you’re doing,” he stated.

He couldn’t know, you had been so careful. If he found out your plan you didn’t know what you would do.

“You can ask for what you want, you don't have to act out for me to fuck you.” You were glad to be faced away from him as a small smile threatened your lips. “Next time you don’t stay where I put you the punishment will be a lot worse.”

“Yes sir.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. It was almost set up and for once he wouldn't see what was coming.

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Iced Coffee 7 - Dark!Stephen Strange x Reader

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Thank you to the unnamed requester and @couldntbedamned for this request. 🖤

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By Clicking keep reading you confirm that you are over 18 and understand that this content is mature and potentially triggering

As you came back into your room you looked around again. There were no windows and very few pieces of furniture. You sat on the floor and meditated, taking deep breaths in and out.

The door opened but you kept your eyes closed and breath steady.

“How are you feeling sweetheart?” Stephen said from the doorway.

“Fuck you,” You replied, turning away from him.

“Now, now, don’t be like that.”

“An inhibitor cuff. You won’t be going all icey for the time being,” he whispered, sending goosebumps across your skin.

You ripped away from him, standing and spinning to look at his arrogant face. “What do you want with me?”

“You know what I want,” he said gently, bringing his lips to your forehead.

He wanted you.

“But my life… my job...” tears slid down your cheeks and he wiped them away with his thumb. You flinched at the touch, making him tense.

“Your life is with me,” his voice got slightly louder, giving it an authoritative edge.

“And you don't need to work,” he paused. “I won't allow you to work.”

Stephen sat beside you and grabbed your arm as you tried to shuffle away. He pulled you back into his lap and hugged you around your waist.

“Ok,” You said.

“Ok?”

“I’ll - I’ll marry you. I know you would make me either way but I’ll do it willingly.”

Stephen gripped you tighter and you turned towards him. You grabbed his cheek and he closed his eyes.

“Don’t take it all away.” you whispered, “Please,” you begged. “I have to work, I can’t...” you choked, “I can't.”

It was only a second but a look of empathy pulled at his eyes. He grabbed your wrist, thumbing over the cuff “You could have killed yourself injecting an experimental drug,” his face darkened.

You sniffled, dropped his face and pulled from his lap, curling yourself up into a ball. He was silent for a long time beside you before finally speaking.

“Part time,” he shook his head, “only when I’m there too.”

You scooted until your head was in his lap “Thank you,”

He petted your head, “let’s get you home.”

-o-

“What is it,” he asked.

She frowned and her coworker lifted their phone “A picture of my dog.”

After that she became more comfortable, slowly accepting her role with him and he relaxed a little.

A little too much.

Even though he knew she would try to run at some point, when he exited his surgery and saw the alerts on his phone he saw red.

She was stupid to run from him, she would pay.

-o-

Your heart thundered through your chest as you picked food up from Stephen's favorite restaurant. He would think you were running and be angry. That was the point but it still scared you.

“What are you doing?” you jumped at the harsh tone in his voice.

“Steph-”

“-I told you to stay.”

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” you hung your head. It had worked, he thought you were trying to escape.

He walked toward you and lifted your chin, “You left your phone,” he said.

“Please.”

Your pussy clenched as he pushed a finger in, hooking it against your g spot.

“D-Doctor… please.” you whined.

He pushed your skirt back down and sat you on his lap, pulling a fork to your mouth, which you opened immediately.

“I know what you’re doing,” he stated.

He couldn’t know, you had been so careful. If he found out your plan you didn’t know what you would do.

“Yes sir.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. It was almost set up and for once he wouldn't see what was coming.

#dark!stephen strange #dark mcu #darkfic

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mosswillow · 3 years

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Permanent: @rayofdawnworld @henrycavill19 @captainslittlegirl @melli0112 @i-love-superhero @savagemickey03, @laurenlbelle @organ-grinder666

Reylo: @selmapticusgrandes @hersatanicmajestysshit

Guys, I'm trying but my brain just does not want to work on Iced coffee. 😭

I do have a new Reylo started though so at least I'm writing something.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34242196/chapters/85195285

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Guys, I'm trying but my brain just does not want to work on Iced coffee. 😭

I do have a new Reylo started though so at least I'm writing something.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34242196/chapters/85195285

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mosswillow · 3 years

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It was a really fun and unique series to write. Without your comment I would have stopped at Peter's fic so thank you! Your comments on the series kept me going. ❤☺️

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This is a series of Dark!Avengers fics that all connect to each other. Each centers around a different Avenger luring in and kidnapping the reader. They can all be read as stand alones or together as a seies. If you’re going to read all of them I suggest reading them in the order I have them in.

Peter Parker

This is where this idea came from and happens chronologically after the other ones. I would suggest reading it either first or last.

Your Room - One shot - reader-insert - Dark!fic Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, oral (female receiving), spankings, punishment, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, unprotected sex, smut, vaginal intercourse.

Summary: Your life is bland and boring but not for long. What happens when you catch the eye of a certain super hero?

Steve Rogers

Jumping In - One shot - Warnings: 18+ adult content!!, Kidnapping, smut, Dark fic, vaginal fingering, noncon/dubcon, yandere.

Summary: You submit your application to the Avengers as a joke. You’re nowhere near qualified enough for the job. So why do they want you?

Tony Stark

Your Mask - One Shot -. Warnings: 18+ adult content, Non Con/dub con, kidnapping, smut, Dark!, blackmail.

Summary: You’re an independent woman working her way up through corporate America. What happens when a a one-night stands turns into an obsession?

Natasha Romanoff

Books - One shot - Warnings: 18+ Adult content, Noncon/dubcon, smut, oral, yandere.

Summary: You meet the most beautiful girl. She’s everything you’ve always dreamt of. Red flags? What red flags?

Sam Wilson

Routines (Dark!Sam Wilson x Reader) Warnings: 18+ adult content, Dark!, Noncon/dubcon, vaginal fingering, punishment, spanking, Stalking, voyeurism (kinda), masturbation.

Summary: You run into Sam at the grocery store one evening decide to catch up. He wants more though and won’t take no for an answer. You’re his and it’s only a matter of time before you realize that.

Thor

Alone - One shot - Warnings:18+ Adult content. Dark!, kidnapping, forced marriage, noncon/dubcon, oral (male receiving), violence, spit kink, Smut, Thor is mean af in this.

Summary: You’ve been hiding on earth for years after running away from an arranged marriage with Thor. What happens when fate brings him to your place of work?

Bucky Barnes

Focus - Dark!Bucky Barnes x ADHD!Reader Warnings! Dark! 18+ content, vaginal fingering, noncon/dubcon, smut, kidnapping, oral (female receiving)

Summary: You never should have taken the job cleaning for Stark industries. The Avengers might be heroes on the outside but something sinister lies just beneath the surface.

Loki

Synonyms - Dark!Loki x reader Warnings: Dark! 18+ adult content. Smut, noncon/dubcon, stalking, kidnapping, vaginal fingering.

Summary - You’re average in every way, Loki doesn’t think so though.

Head canon - Pregnancy and baby showers.

Head Canon- Honeymoons.

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mosswillow · 3 years

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That's a huge compliment, thank you. ❤️

Hey I saw that your requests for headcanons are open so if it's not a problem for you I had this idea in my head on how would the Avengers react on reader having pierced nipples(I was thinking about Tony, Steve, Thor, Nat, Bruce, Clint, Bucky, Peter, Wanda, Vision, Dr Strange. If they are too much you can write whoever you want or if you have any idea for anyone else go fo it) And so like I had it in my head as if reader is kinda new in the team and now one really new that until one day she wore a crop top without a bra and they were showing. Like after a bath or in the morning right after she woke up, and the team isn't really fond of her so they aren't making any comments about it, just their thoughts. It's okay if you don't want to or can't write it but thank you in advanced

a/n- Oh my goodness. I wrote this whole fic (I know the ask was for a head-cannon but Inn this case a fic actually felt easier.) then came back to post and realized it's not what you asked for. 🤦‍♀️ I'm so sorry Anon, it's also been months I think that you've been waiting. They're supposed to not like her and it's all in their heads. I wrote it with them all reacting to it verbally, and they like her. Send another ask and lmk if you want me to redo this. I'm going to go ahead and release what I already wrote for now.

Here now - Steve Rogers x Fem reader. (plus a little bit of Tony, Sam, Thor, Nat, Bruce, Clint, Bucky, Peter, Wanda, Vision, and Dr. Strange.)

Warnings - dark(ish), 18+ adult content, nipple piercings.

They’re never up this late, or at least they haven't been since you moved in with them. You’re the new girl still and while they’re all kind to you, you don’t fit in. It’s like they’re a family. They have history together that you just don’t. They’ve been through so much together while you just kinda just fell into it. Literally.

Yeah sure, you have super strength but it’s not something you want. Unlike most of the others, your power was something you were born with. You’ve never wanted to be a hero, you just want to be normal.

One day you were walking home from work while watching some stupid cat tik tok. You tripped and fell into this guy, tanging together with him on the sidewalk. When you looked up the entire avenger squad was running your way. Then you noticed the blood. The guy was covered in it. He had this look in his eyes that felt off. You didn't think, just punched. Your fist collided with his face, giving a satisfying crunch before he could scurry away.

Captain America got to you first and to your surprise chewed you out for your recklessness, it was quite the out of body experience. According to him, you shouldn’t have been on your phone while walking. He didn’t even say thank you or anything for catching the guy. But oh, how it made you feel with him standing over you all big with his muscles and piercing blue eyes. You should have been offended by how he was treating you but instead found yourself turned on.

Knocking out an evil villain made you a target, or so you were told. Your options were to join the avengers or live knowing that someone would probably show up in your life and either kill you or turn you into a weapon. You didn’t have much of a choice but to go with them.

That was a month ago. Since then you’ve mostly tried to stay to yourself.

Today, or rather tonight, you crave ice cream.

The freezer is always filled with all sorts of treats so you’ve made a sort of routine a few nights a week where you sneak out and eat a dessert.

You plop a hefty spoonful of vanilla ice cream into a bowl and bring the sweet treat to your lips, moaning at how good it tastes. Someone coughs and you look up into dark brown eyes.

“Oh, sorry, was this yours?” you ask Sam.

“No, you’re good, keep going.” He says, smirking as he steps back and crosses his arms.

You pause for a few minutes trying to understand what’s happening.

“Where’s Cap?” he asks.

“I don’t know?”

“Woah,” Tony’s voice rings through the air. you look up to see the whole crew walking in sans Vision and his highness, Captain America.

They look at you like you’re naked or something and it makes you feel more and more uncomfortable. Then you realize that they’re not looking at you, they’re looking at your breasts.

Fuck.

You look down and remember you’re not wearing a bra. They don't know that your nipples are pierced, or didn't know. Now they do.

“Hey, what’s everyone doing in here?” Vision walks in and looks around, knitting his brow in confusion. He looks at your nipples but doesn't seem surprised. “I don't understand.”

“I’ll explain later,” Wanda says quietly.

“Apparently nobody here has seen a nipple piercing before.” you say, rolling your eyes.

“It’s just a surprise to come in here and see you showing them off in that little outfit. I should have known, the shy ones are always the ones with fun surprises.” Tony says.

“You should have heard her moaning a few minutes ago,” Sam chimes in.

You should walk away but your feet won’t move.

“We’re looking respectfully. Wanda says.

“I’m looking a bit disrespectful.” Natasha says. “Sorry, ”

“Why would you do that to yourself?” Bucky asks.

“You can't ask that Buck.” Bruce chides.

“I think I’m going to go to my room.” You finally say, moving towards the hallway.

“You don’t have to leave. I’ve come across many women with piercings, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Thor laughs.

“Yeah, don't leave, stay right there and moan more.” Clint adds.

“Well now she’s definitely going to leave,” Peter says, glaring at Clint. "and she was just starting to warm up to us. I'm tired of waiting for-" He's elbowed by Natasha.

“Children. Actual children.” Stephen sighs.

“Cap’s going to be pissed,” Tony says.

“Why?” you ask, stopping and turning around.

“She doesn't know,” Peter says.

“Know what?”

“He obviously has a thing for you,” Wanda rolls her eyes.

“So?”

“He’s old fashioned, doesn’t like anyone walking around barely clothed, let alone his girl. He gets jealous.” Bucky shrugs.

“We’re also not really supposed to have piercings,” Peter adds.

You slowly back away. “Ok, well this conversation was weird… let’s not do it again.”

You slink back into the hallway and almost reach your room when you’re pushed against the wall. You’re used to being able to push anyone off but Steve is even stronger than you. Warmth pools in your belly as you realize that you feel totally powerless for the first time in your life. Fuck, why does this turn you on so much?

“Did it hurt,” Steve whispers. He brings his fingers to a nipple and plays with it, making your knees go weak.

“When I got it, yes.”

“And now?”

“It… It feels good.”

“Good,” he purrs, groping at your breasts.

He reaches around you and opens the handle, pushing you in.

“You’ll have to get rid of them,” he says frowning.

Fire is ignited inside you.

“You can’t tell me not to get rid of them just because of your stupid sexism.”

“Oh, you misunderstand,” he says “I like them. If it was up to me you’d keep them,”

“Then why?”

“Combat and piercings don’t mix,” he shrugs.

“Piercings or not, don’t wear this outfit out of your room again,” he brushes a finger over one of the piercings. “And yes, I’m definitely being sexist.”

“I-” your breath hitches as he leans into your ear and takes a lobe in his mouth, “But you like it, don't you naughty girl?” He whispers.

You bite your lower lip and flutter your eyelashes. You should say something, anything. He backs off of you and opens your door.

“Welcome to the team,” he smirks before leaving.

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mosswillow · 3 years

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So happy you liked it! Stephen's perspective so fun to write. I'll be relieved when this fic is finished but also a little sad for sure.

Iced Coffee 6 - Dark!Stephen Strange x Fem Reader.

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Thank you to the unnamed requester and @couldntbedamned for this request. 🖤

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A/N: We're finally at the Iced Coffee Chapter! It's been HARD not to talk about this one.

By Clicking keep reading you confirm that you are over 18 and understand that this content is mature and potentially triggering

“And what brought on this sudden desire for a career change? I mean, I’m not complaining but I am a little confused. You have a supervising role at one of the worlds the leading research hospitals.”

“You’re right but I think that St. Lukes also has some really great research going on that I would love to be a part of. I have several colleagues who talk highly of St. Luke's work environment. I really feel like I could do a lot of good with the right team. It just feels like a better place for me than where I am now. Plus the weather in California is beautiful, I love the beach.”

“Well you’re definitely qualified, when can you start?”

“I can be on a plane Tomorrow.”

He chuckled, “How about next week?”

“That works too.”

The fake confidence broke down the moment you ended your call. It took several shaky breaths to keep your composure but you eventually calmed down enough to make your way inside. It would work, he wouldn’t see it coming. You repeated the mantra over and over again. You weren't even putting in a notice until the day you would quit. St. Lukes was thousands of miles away, there was no way he would find out. By the time Stephen would realize you were gone it would be too late.

“Are you ready to go?” You jumped as Stephen’s arm wrapped around your shoulder and massaged the back of your neck.

“You’re tense,” He said.

“Just nervous.”

“Hmmm,” His finger grazed under your blouse, “Did you eat already?”

“Yeah,” you lied. “I just finished and was waiting for you. Let’s go, I don't want to be late.”

You had wanted to fight more when he brought up going with you to a rheumatologist. He just kept pushing, and wouldn't give it up. If you wanted to get away then you had to pretend like you wanted him, like he owned you.

It wasn’t hard to act like the obediant girlfriend during sex. He was so good at playing your body, could always pull orgasms out of you no matter how much you told yourself not to want him. When he left you though, when your mind came back from the post orgasm high. That’s when it was hard. Since that night, the date with Kae, you had become anxious, shaking and emotional all the time. He liked it. He fed off of the slow shattering of your resolve. It was all a game to him, one you didn’t realize you were playing until it was too late.

He led you through a skyway and to a lab where your blood was drawn. You watched the vials fill with blood and tried to stay calm. They would see that some levels were off but a basic blood panel wouldn’t tell them much else, or shouldn't at least. A few supplements would be prescribed and that would probably be it. Of course Stephen would push for more testing but by then you would be working somewhere else far away from his possessive, all encompassing “love”.

-o-

Stephen’s girl was so beautiful and smart. He was in love. She had become increasingly more rebellious though. She thought she was being sneaky, hiding her plan from him. She thought she could just move away and that would stop him. She did a good job in her planning, he just did a better one.

As much fun as his game had been, he knew It was time for him to win once and for all. He had to do something, make sure he could protect her all the time, make sure she wouldn’t leave him. He had never felt this way about anyone aside from himself. She had become a weakness and he acknowledged that about her. Her leaving would break him. It would be like losing his hand again, he loved her as much as his career. He had never loved anything that much.

He entered a small upscale jewelry store and picked out a ring, an elegant band with a large diamond fitting. It was more his style than hers but that only made it even more perfect. It would show his ownership when she wore it. It wasn’t really for her, it was for him to see on her. He was going to make sure she was his. The thought made his chest swell with pride.

She would have to stop working. He wanted his wife to stay at home, wanted his children to be raised by their mother. They needed to get started making a family soon if they were going to have as many as he planned. She would fight him at first, he was sure, but she would get over it eventually.

After arriving home, he set the little box on top of his dresser before sitting at his desk. He opened his laptop and pulled up his email. The results of her blood tests were in and he immediately viewed them. She had obviously not realized he would see the results, or at least not see them as quickly as he had. He knew then why she was nervous to get her blood drawn.

“Interesting,” he gritted, jaw set with barely contained rage.

Everything clicked. From the moment he found her sick and brought her home. The “bug bite” on her shoulder. He wanted to punch his fist through the wall. He hadn’t wanted to do that since he was a teen, nobody had ever gotten so far under his skin. She experimented on herself. And worse, he didn’t guess it. She was able to hide it from him. She lied and he believed her. She would be punished for it. After the fundraiser though, after his ring was on her finger.

-o-

The dress Stephen chose for you was a beautiful ethereal blue. It didn’t hang from your body but rather cascaded down like a waterfall, moving with you as you walked about. It made you feel good and special, like you actually were whatever Stephen seemed to see in you. It was your last day with him and even though leaving was your choice, you would enjoy your last evening. One perfect night before you moved on.

You basked in the attention he gave you. The soft smile he had when you answered your door melted your heart. A town car pulled up to carry you to the fundraiser. He held the door open for you before walking to the other side and climbing in beside you. His hand grabbed onto yours, bringing your fingers to his lips.

“You look exquisite,” He murmured, kissing up your arm.

The car pulled over before you knew it. You had been to fundraisers before but this one was at a different level, it took your breath away. No expense was spared. Lightbulbs hung everywhere, illuminating the room with a soft glow that made the room feel quiet despite the large number of guests present. Millionaires, billionaires, along with every program head stood around in expensive clothes with glasses of wine and champagne.

“Dr. Strange,” a voice called. “It’s been a while.”

You looked up to see Tony Stark giving his famous quirked smile.

“And you’re her! Nice to meet you finally. I’m impressed with what you’ve been doing.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Stark, sir.” you said.

“Call me Tony,”

“Tony, It was nice to meet you,” you smiled.

He slapped Stephens back and whispered something into his ear before walking away.

The night was a blur, So many hands shaken and fake smiles. You used to work so hard to network but hanging off Stephens arm made it almost too easy. Your purse was filled with business cards. They listened intently about the work you had been doing. It stung that you would have to leave your project behind but it hurt a little less knowing that it would get funded without you. Stephen could take away Starks funding if he wanted, they would be ok. The thought made you relax and enjoy yourself.

By the end of the party you were stumbling on your heels, aching to take them off.

“Let’s get out of here,” Stephen whispered.

You nodded and let him wrap his arm around your waist and hold you close. Stephen stopped at a cart just outside the door and ordered coffees, handing you one. It warmed your hands on the cool night and you took an eager sip, hissing as it burned your lips.

“Where’s your car?” you asked.

“I booked a suit for us a few blocks away and thought we could walk. The city is beautiful at night isn't it?”

Despite your sore feet, you didn't complain. He was right, the city was beautiful at night. The walk only added to the magic of the evening. Stephen led you through a small park with a gazebo and when you reached the middle of the gazebo he stopped and placed his arms around your waist.

“I built this park,” he said. “It’s named after me.”

He let you go and you looked around. “It’s beautiful, when did-” You cut your sentence short. He was in front of you, kneeling, a diamond ring in his hand.

“I want you to be mine.” he said, “Will you marry me?”

“I- No. I won’t marry you,” you breathed.

He ignored your words and slipped the ring on your finger.

“You made a mistake,” he said.

“What?

“California.” He clicked his tongue, “Do you know who’s construction company built St. Lukes?” He asked

“I,”

“I took care of all of it,” He stood, not letting go of your hand.

“Let me go,” You said.

“I already pulled funding and made some calls, nobody will hire you now. Come with me and live a comfortable life, I’ll take care of you.”

He let you pull away and take your phone out. You checked your email to find that everything he was saying was true. Not knowing what to do, you took another step back and clutched your cup of coffee, staring at the lid as you thought.

“I’ll find a different job, get roommates, I would rather be poor and free than be with you.”

He gave a laugh, “There is no choice.”

When he reached for you again you shoved him.

“Leave me alone Stephen or I swear I’ll...”

“Or you’ll what? Cry? Please do, I like it when you cry. Try to run away? Trust me when I say that my power extends much farther than you understand.”

So much rage bloomed inside of you, more hurt and anger than you’ve ever felt before. It was that day again, Stephen single handedly turning everyone and everything against you with a wave of a hand. Pain. You wanted him to feel so much pain. In a flash, the lid was torn off your coffee cup and the continents were thrown at his face. Time seemed to slow down. You both watched in shock as the coffee flew through the air, turning to ice midway. He ducked but not in time to completely avoid a long cut on his cheek. He was staring at your arm and when you looked down you saw why. Blue veins. Glowing as they spread over your whole body.

A moment passed as you both took it in. Your body. The empty coffee cup in your hand. The now Iced coffee melting on the ground. You smiled, tears filling your eyes as you let power flow through you. You weren't helpless. You weren’t pathetic. For the first time you felt as though the twisted, unfair game that you never wanted to play could be won. You could win.

Then he smirked, no, not a smirk. An enormous, wicked, cheshire grin. And the feeling of euphoria became a pit in your stomach.

“You’re even more perfect than I thought,” he said. Sparks flew from his hands as his fingers made complicated movements. A second later you were pushed back. The gazebo disappeared and you looked around, finding yourself in a sterile hallway.

“Truly a good challenge,” he whispered.

“Fuck you Stephen. Fuck you.” you screamed, scooting away from him. You focused your mind on whatever feeling turned the water to ice.

A cold knife formed in your hand and you threw it at him. He defected and surged towards you, hands outstretched. You brought your arms up. A shield of Ice appeared and was quickly smashed through.

You tried to fight him but he was too strong. Every knife you created or shield was forced away. Even trying to turn him to ice, grabbing his skin and making him burn didn't work. He just changed tactics and overpowered you again. Your powers felt like a drop in the bucket compared to his.

“Are you ok, doctor?”

You stared at the six foot something blonde. Captain America. “Help please,” you cried out before a large hand clamped over your mouth.

“I need a holding room that will contain Ice powers.” Stephen said. “And Stark. I’m going to need something that will contain this when I take her home.”

You tried to pull his hand off but couldn’t. You screamed and thrashed, ice pebbles flying everywhere as he carried you to a room and sat on a bed. He kept you still in his arms until your body couldn't keep going and you finally stilled.

“Shhh, that’s it,” he said. “That’s a Good girl, just relax.”

-o-

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Iced Coffee 6 - Dark!Stephen Strange x Fem Reader.

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“Well you’re definitely qualified, when can you start?”

“I can be on a plane Tomorrow.”

He chuckled, “How about next week?”

“That works too.”

“Are you ready to go?” You jumped as Stephen’s arm wrapped around your shoulder and massaged the back of your neck.

“You’re tense,” He said.

“Just nervous.”

“Hmmm,” His finger grazed under your blouse, “Did you eat already?”

“Yeah,” you lied. “I just finished and was waiting for you. Let’s go, I don't want to be late.”

-o-

“Interesting,” he gritted, jaw set with barely contained rage.

-o-

“You look exquisite,” He murmured, kissing up your arm.

“Dr. Strange,” a voice called. “It’s been a while.”

You looked up to see Tony Stark giving his famous quirked smile.

“And you’re her! Nice to meet you finally. I’m impressed with what you’ve been doing.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Stark, sir.” you said.

“Call me Tony,”

“Tony, It was nice to meet you,” you smiled.

He slapped Stephens back and whispered something into his ear before walking away.

By the end of the party you were stumbling on your heels, aching to take them off.

“Let’s get out of here,” Stephen whispered.

“Where’s your car?” you asked.

“I booked a suit for us a few blocks away and thought we could walk. The city is beautiful at night isn't it?”

“I built this park,” he said. “It’s named after me.”

He let you go and you looked around. “It’s beautiful, when did-” You cut your sentence short. He was in front of you, kneeling, a diamond ring in his hand.

“I want you to be mine.” he said, “Will you marry me?”

“I- No. I won’t marry you,” you breathed.

He ignored your words and slipped the ring on your finger.

“You made a mistake,” he said.

“What?

“California.” He clicked his tongue, “Do you know who’s construction company built St. Lukes?” He asked

“I,”

“I took care of all of it,” He stood, not letting go of your hand.

“Let me go,” You said.

“I already pulled funding and made some calls, nobody will hire you now. Come with me and live a comfortable life, I’ll take care of you.”

“I’ll find a different job, get roommates, I would rather be poor and free than be with you.”

He gave a laugh, “There is no choice.”

When he reached for you again you shoved him.

“Leave me alone Stephen or I swear I’ll...”

“Or you’ll what? Cry? Please do, I like it when you cry. Try to run away? Trust me when I say that my power extends much farther than you understand.”

Then he smirked, no, not a smirk. An enormous, wicked, cheshire grin. And the feeling of euphoria became a pit in your stomach.

“Truly a good challenge,” he whispered.

“Fuck you Stephen. Fuck you.” you screamed, scooting away from him. You focused your mind on whatever feeling turned the water to ice.

A cold knife formed in your hand and you threw it at him. He defected and surged towards you, hands outstretched. You brought your arms up. A shield of Ice appeared and was quickly smashed through.

“Are you ok, doctor?”

You stared at the six foot something blonde. Captain America. “Help please,” you cried out before a large hand clamped over your mouth.

“I need a holding room that will contain Ice powers.” Stephen said. “And Stark. I’m going to need something that will contain this when I take her home.”

“Shhh, that’s it,” he said. “That’s a Good girl, just relax.”

-o-

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Iced Coffee 6 - Dark!Stephen Strange x Fem Reader.

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“Well you’re definitely qualified, when can you start?”

“I can be on a plane Tomorrow.”

He chuckled, “How about next week?”

“That works too.”

“Are you ready to go?” You jumped as Stephen’s arm wrapped around your shoulder and massaged the back of your neck.

“You’re tense,” He said.

“Just nervous.”

“Hmmm,” His finger grazed under your blouse, “Did you eat already?”

“Yeah,” you lied. “I just finished and was waiting for you. Let’s go, I don't want to be late.”

-o-

“Interesting,” he gritted, jaw set with barely contained rage.

-o-

“You look exquisite,” He murmured, kissing up your arm.

“Dr. Strange,” a voice called. “It’s been a while.”

You looked up to see Tony Stark giving his famous quirked smile.

“And you’re her! Nice to meet you finally. I’m impressed with what you’ve been doing.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Stark, sir.” you said.

“Call me Tony,”

“Tony, It was nice to meet you,” you smiled.

He slapped Stephens back and whispered something into his ear before walking away.

By the end of the party you were stumbling on your heels, aching to take them off.

“Let’s get out of here,” Stephen whispered.

“Where’s your car?” you asked.

“I booked a suit for us a few blocks away and thought we could walk. The city is beautiful at night isn't it?”

“I built this park,” he said. “It’s named after me.”

He let you go and you looked around. “It’s beautiful, when did-” You cut your sentence short. He was in front of you, kneeling, a diamond ring in his hand.

“I want you to be mine.” he said, “Will you marry me?”

“I- No. I won’t marry you,” you breathed.

He ignored your words and slipped the ring on your finger.

“You made a mistake,” he said.

“What?

“California.” He clicked his tongue, “Do you know who’s construction company built St. Lukes?” He asked

“I,”

“I took care of all of it,” He stood, not letting go of your hand.

“Let me go,” You said.

“I already pulled funding and made some calls, nobody will hire you now. Come with me and live a comfortable life, I’ll take care of you.”

“I’ll find a different job, get roommates, I would rather be poor and free than be with you.”

He gave a laugh, “There is no choice.”

When he reached for you again you shoved him.

“Leave me alone Stephen or I swear I’ll...”

“Or you’ll what? Cry? Please do, I like it when you cry. Try to run away? Trust me when I say that my power extends much farther than you understand.”

Then he smirked, no, not a smirk. An enormous, wicked, cheshire grin. And the feeling of euphoria became a pit in your stomach.

“Truly a good challenge,” he whispered.

“Fuck you Stephen. Fuck you.” you screamed, scooting away from him. You focused your mind on whatever feeling turned the water to ice.

A cold knife formed in your hand and you threw it at him. He defected and surged towards you, hands outstretched. You brought your arms up. A shield of Ice appeared and was quickly smashed through.

“Are you ok, doctor?”

You stared at the six foot something blonde. Captain America. “Help please,” you cried out before a large hand clamped over your mouth.

“I need a holding room that will contain Ice powers.” Stephen said. “And Stark. I’m going to need something that will contain this when I take her home.”

“Shhh, that’s it,” he said. “That’s a Good girl, just relax.”

-o-

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Iced Coffee 6 - Dark!Stephen Strange x Fem Reader.

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“Well you’re definitely qualified, when can you start?”

“I can be on a plane Tomorrow.”

He chuckled, “How about next week?”

“That works too.”

“Are you ready to go?” You jumped as Stephen’s arm wrapped around your shoulder and massaged the back of your neck.

“You’re tense,” He said.

“Just nervous.”

“Hmmm,” His finger grazed under your blouse, “Did you eat already?”

“Yeah,” you lied. “I just finished and was waiting for you. Let’s go, I don't want to be late.”

-o-

“Interesting,” he gritted, jaw set with barely contained rage.

-o-

“You look exquisite,” He murmured, kissing up your arm.

“Dr. Strange,” a voice called. “It’s been a while.”

You looked up to see Tony Stark giving his famous quirked smile.

“And you’re her! Nice to meet you finally. I’m impressed with what you’ve been doing.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Stark, sir.” you said.

“Call me Tony,”

“Tony, It was nice to meet you,” you smiled.

He slapped Stephens back and whispered something into his ear before walking away.

By the end of the party you were stumbling on your heels, aching to take them off.

“Let’s get out of here,” Stephen whispered.

“Where’s your car?” you asked.

“I booked a suit for us a few blocks away and thought we could walk. The city is beautiful at night isn't it?”

“I built this park,” he said. “It’s named after me.”

He let you go and you looked around. “It’s beautiful, when did-” You cut your sentence short. He was in front of you, kneeling, a diamond ring in his hand.

“I want you to be mine.” he said, “Will you marry me?”

“I- No. I won’t marry you,” you breathed.

He ignored your words and slipped the ring on your finger.

“You made a mistake,” he said.

“What?

“California.” He clicked his tongue, “Do you know who’s construction company built St. Lukes?” He asked

“I,”

“I took care of all of it,” He stood, not letting go of your hand.

“Let me go,” You said.

“I already pulled funding and made some calls, nobody will hire you now. Come with me and live a comfortable life, I’ll take care of you.”

“I’ll find a different job, get roommates, I would rather be poor and free than be with you.”

He gave a laugh, “There is no choice.”

When he reached for you again you shoved him.

“Leave me alone Stephen or I swear I’ll...”

“Or you’ll what? Cry? Please do, I like it when you cry. Try to run away? Trust me when I say that my power extends much farther than you understand.”

Then he smirked, no, not a smirk. An enormous, wicked, cheshire grin. And the feeling of euphoria became a pit in your stomach.

“Truly a good challenge,” he whispered.

“Fuck you Stephen. Fuck you.” you screamed, scooting away from him. You focused your mind on whatever feeling turned the water to ice.

A cold knife formed in your hand and you threw it at him. He defected and surged towards you, hands outstretched. You brought your arms up. A shield of Ice appeared and was quickly smashed through.

“Are you ok, doctor?”

You stared at the six foot something blonde. Captain America. “Help please,” you cried out before a large hand clamped over your mouth.

“I need a holding room that will contain Ice powers.” Stephen said. “And Stark. I’m going to need something that will contain this when I take her home.”

“Shhh, that’s it,” he said. “That’s a Good girl, just relax.”

-o-

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