#STEPHEN STRANGE DRABBLE

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It’s You, It’s always Been you

Pairing: Stephen Strange x f!Reader

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

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

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

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

Strange was getting impatient with you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And that’s bad because…?” 

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

“I wasn’t.”

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

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

“And I told her that I am…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Perhaps, this wasn’t a dream after all.

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Fake marriage, real feelings | s.s.

Pairing: Stephen Strange x fem!Avenger!reader

Summary: you and Stephen have to pretend to be married for a mission, but what can happen if you find out that you have real feelings for each other?

Warnings: fake dating trope, fluff, romantic, mutual pining, language, Tony is alive and being a bit of an asshole in this story (but I love him!), Multiverse is real, Christine got married (so kinda spoilers from the MOM trailer I guess), all the Avengers are alive and well here, reader is a ball of sunshine, but also spoilers from Multiverse of Madness!!, the reader feels like she’s not enough but SHE IS, angst

Word count: more than 3.5K

A/N: hi! I watched MOM some days ago and I wanted to express my love for Stephen with a fluffy fic. I even cried while I was writing this one! Hope you like it. Enjoy! x

Tags: thanks to @loverocksin for the input!

“This is not gonna happen”.

“Oh, yes”.

“Who decided that Stark is the boss, now?”

“Are you worried, Stephen?”

“It’s Doctor Strange, to you”.

“I hope that you don’t use that tone with Y/N or somebody’s gonna sleep on the couch, tonight”.

“You’re no fun, Stark”.

“But you’re gonna follow my orders anyway”.

“What’s happening?” You asked, entering into the room with a ball full of chips in your hands.

“Y/N won’t agree to this madness, she’s smart enough to know that we can do this in another way,” Stephen said, while giving you a smile that looked more like a grin to you.

You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Is this about bees? I hate bees”.

“No, it’s not about bees, Y/N,” Tony said, rolling his eyes.

“Are you watching Bridgerton again?” Nat asked.

“Yeah… No!” You exclaimed and she laughed.

“This is a work meeting!” Tony stated. “Y/N, I don’t care if you don’t like Doctor Strange here…”

“Who told you? I like him!” “You do?” Stephen asked, surprised.

“Nobody does, she’s lying because she’s too kind. Anyway, you two are gonna stick to my plan, since I’m in charge while Steve’s gone on a mission and my plan involves around a married couple, who’s gonna pretend to be very rich in order to catch a stupid villain during a stupid trip in a fancy hawaiian hotel,” Tony explained.

“Oh, cute! Who’s gonna play the couple?” You asked, while eating some chips. Strange closed his eyes, shaking his head: you were too naive, sometimes.

Tony smiled at you with evilness.

“You and Stephen. Congratulations, my dear: you just became a bride”.

***

When you thought about the day of your marriage, you’ve always pictured yourself with a normal guy. Being an Avenger was stressful, but being in a relationship with another superhero? Absolutely not. You grew up with Notting Hill and Pretty Woman, with The Holiday and How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days, The Wedding Date, 10 Things I Hate About You… you wanted some romance, not a monster to fight at your wedding. You would have had a fabulous ceremony on the beach, surrounded by your friends, family and the Avengers and that was everything to you. Even if you loved your work, you didn’t want to be involved too much in it. You didn’t have superpowers, you just had a brilliant mind and you were trained enough to be one of them. It was enough to you. But now? Now you had to be married with one of them, to pretend that you were in love with one of them and you didn’t even get to celebrate a fake wedding. It was your worst nightmare.

You were thinking about that, when you were in your room, the night before you were supposed to leave with Stephen. At least, he was good-looking in your opinion and nice enough to pretend you actually loved him. You never got to be closer to him, because he was always in another place, but he seemed a polite man and that alone gave him several scores.

Your luggage was ready. You sat on the edge of the bed, caressing your hands. You noticed that Stephen had scars on his ones, but you couldn’t touch them anytime you wanted. Sometimes you just wanted to give him some relief, because he always seemed somebody who was suffering inside. Probably he thought that people didn’t see it, but you paid attention. It’s weird how looking at him without Stephen knowing that could have been useful now. But why were you looking at him in the first place?

Somebody knocked at the door. You got up from the bed and you opened it. Stephen gave you a smile, his hands behind his back so you couldn’t see them. He was still wearing his costume, but without the cape, while you were already in your pijamas.

“Good evening, Y/N. I have something urgent to tell you”.

“You could have used a Portal,” you said.

“I find it innapropriate to use magic when it’s not totally required to. Also, I didn’t want to intrude, since that’s your room and it’s almost midnight”.

You blushed.

“Oh, right. What’s up?”

“Do you mind?” He asked you, while pointing at the bed and you moved to let him enter in the room. He sat on the bed and you did the same, after you closed the door. “I figured that maybe it would have been useful to get to know each other better, since we’re gonna pretend to be married. Doctor Banner is gonna give us the rings tomorrow, but you and I know that we can’t fake a relationship just with some clothes and jewelry. Do you agree?” He asked you and you nodded. “Good. I also think that we should create our own fake scenario: how did we meet? When did we get married? Why do you love me?”

“Why is it just about you?” You questioned, confused.

He moved his eyes from yours, looking at his hands.

“Because it’s hard to love somebody like me. Christine did and look at her now: married to someone else,” he replied, a sad smile on his face. You heart ached for him. “While you, on the other hand, are the sun. It’s impossible not to find you attractive as a person”.

“People would disagree with you,” you joked.

“Well, it’s their loss,” he said with a smile and for a tiny moment, you thought that maybe, in another universe, you would have fallen in love with Stephen Strange. But not in this one.

“Tell me everything about you, Doctor Strange”.

“Oh, if we’re gonna play this in a good way, you should begin to call me Stephen,” he winked at you.

You smirked at him.

“This is gonna become very interesting, Stephen”.

***

Your first thought was: this is not gonna end well. Your second one, though, was: the bathrobe is so soft! Then Stephen caught you while you were trying it and you gasped. So, after a shower, you went out with Stephen for a walk, in order to study the last details about your plan. He held your hand immediately, making your entire skin get on fire, while his ring was perfectly dancing around his finger.

“Why did you do that?”

“We have to pretend to be married in public too, Y/N. I take this missione very seriously, even if Stark made it sound like a dumb game. It’s not a game to me,” he answered.

“We’re on the same page, Stephen”.

“You called me Stephen without feeling embarrassed. It’s a huge step,” he joked. You rolled your eyes, but inside your stomach you felt butterflies. “Anyway, let’s settle this once and for all: I don’t like ice-cream. We didn’t have ice-cream a tour wedding, I forbade it”.

“This is unacceptable. I’m gonna make you change your mind, I wrote it in my vows,” you said.

“This is so stupid,” he replied, but he was keeping a laugh.

“Ice-cream is important to me”.

“Okay, fine. Second question: why do you love me?” He asked and you stopped walking. How could you make up an explanation for a relevant matter like that one? He caressed your thumb, giving you the strength to talk. He didn’t say a word, he just waited for you to talk.

Then, you realized: he was waiting for you without pressuring you to say anything. He was looking at you, serious, while everybody was passing by. You didn’t even notice that he brought you under a porch, so the sun couldn’t burn your skin. He was also protecting you from the other people, because he now had his other arm placed around your back.

“It’s in the little things. If I could, I would caress your hands, because I know that it hurts even if you can’t feel any pain now. You do the same with me, when you make me laugh in times in which I’m nervous. Invisible pain is still pain, isn’t it? But it made you kinder, even if you try to cover it as much as possible under your armor. And you’re cute when you don’t realize things, because it takes you by surprise, since you always know everything, but you didn’t know that I liked you. Is it enough?” You asked, with a brief smile.

He was mesmerized by you. His gaze was now softer and profound: he finally realized that you cared about him.

“Yes”.  

After that, you were wearing your beautiful dress, your earphone to listen to Tony from the Avenger’s Tower and your shiny ring. It still seemed weird to do that, but you were gonna get used to it. It should have lasted just a few days, you could do it. At least, this is what you were constantly telling yourself.

“Hey, we’re late to the party, Y/N,” Stephen said, while entering into the room.

“You didn’t knock! How did you know that I was ready? You probably are Sherlock Holmes in another universe…”

“You literally just texted me that you were,” he said, showing you his phone. You were so nervous, you even forgot about that. “But yeah, I probably am. I’d be very smart and full of curls”.

“Why the curls?”

“Mind your own business. Let’s go,” he said, while taking your hand. That’s when you noticed: the scars. It was like you could see his bones upon his skin. He wasn’t wearing his watch and you wondered why. Maybe because he wanted to forget about the pain that his last relationship caused him. His gaze caught yours, so he adjusted his sleeve. You asked yourself if he was ashamed of his scars or if he didn’t want you to acknowledge the lack of the watch. You would have never known.

The party was hosted by the villain that Tony wanted to arrest. He was a rich guy that sold fake artifacts at charity auctions for the rich. You and Strange were known to be a power couple in every aspect, so you were perfect for the mission. You just had to become friends with him, pretending that you wanted to enter in his small circle of scammers along with your husband. Then, you would have arrested him.

“Okay guys, the show has just begun! Do you remember that you have to approach that guy on your left?” Tony asked and you turned to look at him. You nodded, then you remembered that he couldn’t see you, so you said: “Yes. Stephen and I studied everything on the plane”.

“You get to call him Stephen, now?” Tony asked with a grin.

“Shut up, Stark. We have to work,” Stephen said.

“Go get them, tigers”.

You approached that guy, the best friend of the super villain. His name was Matt and he seemed friendly, while he was talking with some other guests. You instantly grabbed Stephen’s hand, who was surprised by that and went to greet him.

“Matt! Hey, Matt! How are you, my dear?” You asked him, as if you were long time friends. He looked at you, then he recognized Strange and then he waved at the two of you, leaving the others. There were two bodyguards with him.

“Y/N! Doctor Strange! It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person! When I saw your name on the list, I couldn’t believe how much lucky I was!” He exclaimed and you bit your tongue not to tell him how fake he sounded.

“I can only imagine. We recently got married, so we thought to attend this party to celebrate our honeymoon,” you said and Stephen nodded. He seemed quite shy, his hands was even squeezing yours. Perhaps he was nervous. You knew how he must have felt, so you tried to take control of the situation as your favourite characters in the rom-coms did.

“Of course! Do you mind if you ask how the two of you met?”

You began to answer to the question, but Stephen, as if that was the only answer he knew, replied to him first: “Stark introduced us during some dinner. I asked for her number, then we had several dates and in the end, we got together”.

“Oh, lovely! And what’s your job, Y/N?”

You went pale. You focused so much on every tiny detail of your fake relationship, that you forgot to think about that. He had to think that you weren’t an Avenger, so you couldn’t tell him the truth. You stayed quiet for too much time, because he furrowed his eyebrows.

“She’s a nurse, actually. Do you remember Christine, from my hospital? She’s her colleague,” Stephen said with a smile and he seemed satisfied with that answer.

“Probably you were too blinded by your love for Christine to notice her, right?” He laughed and Strange pretended to find that joke funny, but you didn’t. Because what if it was true? “I wish you a beautiful evening, my friends”.

“Thank you,” Stephen said, then he left your hand and looked at him with disgust in his eyes. You remained quiet and he noticed that, so he took a look at you. “Y/N?”

“I need some air,” you said, then you walked away from there.

You ran to the balcony, placing your hands on the railing. You breathed out, closing your eyes. The warmth that you had felt in your chest when he had squeezed your hand, as if he wanted to protect you somehow… It was too much. You looked at the sky without stars, thinking that everything was easier in the rom-coms: the main characters always got together, he wasn’t in love with his ex, she was awesome, while you were incredibly normal. Maybe you had always pictured yourself with a powerless guy, because you didn’t think you could get a superhero. You weren’t enough for a powerful being like Strange, a handsome doctor, a smart man. You knew why he got your attention all along, you could understand that now. You already liked him, before that stupid mission. He wasn’t arrogant as Tony, reckless as Steve or mischievous as Loki, but gentle, intelligent and sweet. Tormented also, but that pain only made him kinder.

“Y/N, it’s almost time,” Stephen said, behind your back. “We worked pretty well together, he didn’t understand what’s going on. We should have been more careful, but…”  

“Why did you have to bring her into this?” You asked, while turning around. Your eyes were shining under the silver light of the moon.

Stephen shaked his head, confused.

“What are you talking about?”

“I know your opinion about me, Stephen”.

“No, you don’t”.

“Yeah, I know. It’s the same opinion that everyone else has. You think that I’m naive and silly, but I’m not. I notice things. You’re not the only one who can tell somebody’s disease by watching their aspect, I can do that too”.

“Y/N, trust me, you don’t wanna go down that path,” he said, with a hand in front of himself, as if he wanted to prevent you to fire a bullet at him, but you were armless.

“I know that you wore that watch for years. I know that you miss your job. I know that you miss Christine,” you began to say. He put his hands over his head, closing his eyes, nervous, almost angry. “And I know that you’re ashamed of your scars”.

“Enough, Y/N”.

“You’re not here, Stephen. Even if you say so, you’re always somewhere else. Even when you were squeezing my hand, you were probably in that church, while Christine was marrying another guy. Is it why you were always in another universe on a mission and not at the compound? You were looking for a universe in which the two of you are together? Or were you just trying to avoid thinking about her?”

“I was trying to avoid thinking about you, actually!”

You froze.

“What?” You whispered.

“No, no, this is not happening… not here, not in this moment. This is why I didn’t want to do this and Stark fucking knew it! He shouted. Some people turned around in order to see why the two of you were having a fight.

“Stephen, they’re looking at us…” You said, scared that they could understand what was going on.

“No, we have to talk about this,” he said, then he walked over you, held your hand and summoned a Portal.

“Y/N, the mission!” Tony exclaimed.

“Too late, Stark,” Stephen said, then he took you with him into the Portal.

“I think that I could easily beat you at pool, Strange,” Tony said, while watching Stephen and Steve playing the game.

“There’s not a universe in which you can beat me at something, Stark, I checked. Twice”.

“Asshole”.

“Come on guys, let’s play this in a nice way,” Steve said, chuckling.

“Why don’t usually do this. Why are you not in your lab, Stark?” Stephen asked.

“Because Y/N wanted to help me, but she blew it up in the attempt, so now it’s unavailable,” he answered.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m sure that she apologized, though,” Stephen said.

“Sure, but I didn’t really forgive her in that moment, so now Pepper says that I have to apologize to her. Can you believe it?”

“She just tried to give you a hand, Tony, don’t be harsh with her. She always tries to help everybody, Y/N doesn’t deserve this,” Steve replied.

“Okay, but why is she always so incredibly kind?”

“Maybe because people weren’t with her,” Stephen said and Tony remained quiet. “But I will say that she’s too naive, sometimes”.

“Thank you, Stephen”.

“It’s still Doctor Strange, to you”.

“Whatever”.

You almost threw up, when you arrived. You were in a field of flowers in another universe, because the sky was pink and the flowers were little moons. Stephen grabbed again your hand, when you tried to escape from him. You didn’t want to believe to another lie of his.

“This is the only universe in which we’re not together, you know? Ironic, since the sky’s pink. You’d think it’s a universe based on your lovely rom-coms, but it’s not. And do you know why we’re not together?” He asked and you shaked your head. “Because you die, here. I can’t save you. I’m a single father of two kids, but I have no wife. The only thing that divides us is death”.

You dried a tear with your free thumb, swallowing.

“I heard you”. You said and he looked at you with genuine curiosity on his face. “When you said that I’m naive”.

“Y/N…”

“I wonder why you should marry somebody like me in every universe”.

“Why do you always have to assume that people see the worst in you? I didn’t say that like it was a bad thing, it’s just that people can take advantage of you when you’re like that, but I don’t see it as a flaw in your person. On the contrary, I’m glad that you’re kind and generous and selfless, unlike many people I know,” he said. “And as for Christine, I mentioned her just because it was the first thing that came into my mind, the easiest job to keep us covered. I didn’t think about her until that moment, because I was with you. That’s why I didn’t wear the watch”.

“But your sleeve…”

“My sleeve!” He exclaimed, sarcasm running through his veins. “I was just adjusting my suit, because I was by the side of a beautiful woman with a beautiful dress”. He explained and you felt incredibly stupid. “You say that you notice things, but you didn’t even realize that I was looking at you the entire time we were in that room. Did you catch that?” He asked and you shaked your head. “No. I figured”.

“But when did you start to like me? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“When… Time isn’t a concept that belongs to love, Y/N. You wake up one day and you just know it. I knew it when you caressed my hand after I told you that Christine was getting married to somebody else. You didn’t even look at the scars…” He said and his voice cracked for a moment. You had tears in your eyes, by now. You had thought all along that you were the only one to observe things, but turned out that he had noticed you.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you repeated, while hugging him.

“It’s okay,” he said, while rubbing your back.

“I love you,” you said. Then you took his cheeks into your hands, while looking straight into his surprised eyes. “Until my last dying breath”.

He gave you a tender smile.

“I love you in every universe,” he said, before he could kiss you.

So, in the end, you finally had your rom-com moment.

When the two of you came back into your universe, you found out that Tony and the others had arrested the guy. Tony didn’t want to explain how, but you knew that he had sent Steve to do so, it was his secret mission, while Tony had invented all of that to make you and Stephen end up together. That was his way to apologize to you. And well, let’s say that you accepted his excuses.

When they saw you and Stephen coming back from the other universe, they already seemed to know what had happened between the two of you: turned out that the marriage could have been fake, but the feelings were real. He asked to marry you by the end of the year and you could organize your beach wedding with him and the Avengers.

For once, you could have just said that you were happy.

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[newtsniffles]

In the Middle of the Night | Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader

Summary: When America has a nightmare, she enters your and Stephen's bedroom seeking comfort. This situation might finally convince your husband that having a family might not be so bad after all.

Warning/s: Not proof read, we die like Stark. Fluffy goodness. Female pronouns used.

Word count: approx 1k

You could admit wholeheartedly that the night was your favourite time of day. When the moon took over from the sun, illuminating the Sanctum in its otherworldly light. When the afternoon breeze transformed into a night-time chill, and the muffled sounds of people heading home to their beds and families sounded through the walls.

Now, that wasn’t the main reason though, definitely not. Night was your favourite in the rare, but recently more common occasion that your husband Stephen Strange would join you in bed. The dim light shone through sheer curtains, and Stephen’s godly complexion shimmered. His shirtless form, truly a sight to behold.

Your head nuzzled into his firm chest, his arms wrapped around you tightly, securing you in place. It was true he could no longer sleep soundly without you by his side. He had to be touching you in some way, whether you be in his arms, or on the summer nights when it was too hot, you would intertwine pinkies. You were quick to fall asleep whenever he was there, his entire being exuding comfort.

“Comfy?” Stephen chuckled as you shifted impossibly closer.

“Mm,” you hummed as sleep began to overtake you. He placed a soft kiss atop your head, as both of you were beckoned to the world of slumber.

“Stephen?” A voice sounded from the door. Strange used to be a heavy sleeper, but with the introduction of the mystic arts into his life, and his need to protect, that quickly changed. Even more so now that America had started staying at the Sanctum with him and his wife.

“What’s up?” Stephen’s voice was laced with sleep, gravelly and somehow even deeper than usual. But he was alert, this was unlike America. He shifted slightly, careful as to not wake you, his sleeping wife, but make it easier for him to see the teenage girl.

“I um, I had a nightmare and I just had to make sure you guys were okay.”

“Yeah, we’re okay, kid,” Stephen spoke in the softest voice he could muster. By this point, you had woken up. You had a few minutes ago actually but were waiting to see how things played out. Rolling over, Stephen moved his arm to wrap it around your shoulders, your head resting against the junction of his chest and shoulder. Laying eyes on America, you noticed how shaken she truly was. You would never be able to comprehend what that young girl has been through. You were actually the one to suggest to Stephen to let her stay, at least on weekends when she had a break from training at Kamar-Taj. You thought it be best for her. Considering Stephen, Wong, and yourself are really the only people she knows in this new universe.

“Come here,” you held your arms open for the young girl. She walked over with cautious steps before laying down, falling into your caring embrace. You ran a hand through her hair, while the other rubbed her back. “It’s okay, love. We’re safe, and you’re safe.”

In a selfish way, having America stay was also a way for you to get the taste of family life you so desperately craved. You had discussed children with Stephen, but he constantly changed the subject, saying it was ‘too dangerous in your line of work.’ Sure, it would give you something more to protect, but you would gladly step down from your role as Master of the Mystic Arts if it meant you could start a family with the man you love.

Stephen started down at you with eyes full of adoration and love. He, too, wished for a family with you, but was always second guessing himself. The fear that he would be a terrible father, or that something would happen to you and the children. The sight of you comforting America, holding her in your arms as she quietly sobbed. In that moment he knew, he wanted a family with you. It doesn’t matter how much extra work it is, how scary the thought of being a father is to him, it doesn’t matter that he would have an extra weakness. For you, for a family, he will give all he has got.

It took only ten minutes for America to calm down, settling in your arms. Sleep sung its soft lullaby to her, a soft smile on her lips as she fell into your comfort and love.

“Thanks, mum,” she spoke in a half-dazed state as slumber called her name, finally taking her into its grasp. With wide eyes, you turned to look up at Stephen. He moved his free arm to take your hand in his, pressing a kiss to your palm, a soft smile gracing his face. You hummed as leant down to kiss your lips gently, but passionately.

“Let’s start a family,” he whispered against your hair once you had turned back around, America shifting slightly. There was something about the domesticity of the current situation that brought out the softness within him. The yearning to love and be loved.

“You’re serious?” you swung your heard back around, groaning when a pain ran through your neck. Stephen smiled, nodding his head. Your hopeful eyes glistening in the moonlight.

“Serious,” he spoke, lips against your forehead. Every few moments, kissing you softly. “Besides, something about getting you pregnant turns me on,” Stephen smirks.

“Stephen!” You whisper-shout. “There is a child here!”

“She’s asleep,” he shrugs.

“I hope so.”

“Come on, it’s 4am,” Stephen tugs you tightly into his arms. “Let’s get some more sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.”

“I love you,” you whisper.

“I love you too.”

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[mostly-marvel-musings]

For Kinktober: Can you do aftercare with Stephen?

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Kink: Aftercare

Warnings: 18+ smut, fluff. My first Doctor Strange fic!

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Warmth spread through your insides as your breathing returned from erratic to normal steadily. A thin line of sweat beads decorated your skin as you lay in your post-orgasmic glow, closing your eyes in bliss.

As you floated back to reality, you felt soft facial hair and softer lips graze against the skin of your shoulder, soothing sore spots with his tongue that smarted only slightly.

Limbs entangled with your lover, hair sprawled against the plush pillows, you let out a whine of protest when Stephen pulled his cock out of you carefully. Chuckling at your annoyance, he pressed a reassuring kiss against your cheek before heading to the bathroom to get you cleaned up.

A few months ago, if anybody told you the Master of the Mystic Arts would be such a sweetheart, you wouldn’t have believed them. Sure, the doctor wasn’t the easiest of people to get along, but there was an untapped softer side to him that wasn’t for everyone to see. You considered yourself one of the lucky ones.

What started off as a casual fling, was slowly but surely turning into something more.

When Stephen returned, you felt the bed dip beside you before warm, slightly trembling hands parted your legs to clean you up. You winced at the soreness you felt between your thighs as he gently wiped away his cum mixed with your arousal.

Surprised at the tenderness he was capable of, you sat up on your elbows to look at the man with a love-sick grin plastered on your face.

“You’re one big softie, Stephen Strange.”

“Don’t go broadcasting this or I’ll have to find ways to keep your mouth shut.” He smirked, crawling up to lay beside you, welcoming you in his arms as you lay your head on his firm chest.

“Threatening me with a good time?”

“You insatiable woman.” He chided playfully, unable to stop a grin that made its way to his handsome features.

“Only for you, Doctor.” You smirked, watching his grin widen as you winked at the man.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

Stephen declared the end of this conversation by descending his lips onto yours once again.

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[geeky-politics-46]

Catching Doctor Strange watching prn

Obviously this one is NSFW - 18+ only please ❤️

He didn't intend to be sitting there watching porn, it was just one thing led to another and his mind started wandering. Next thing he knew he was watching a couple that looked kind of like the two of you going at it hard and fast. It wasn't some manufactured fake porn; it was a couple that were clearly truly enraptured with each other and enjoying each other as well as the camera being there. He would be lying if he said he didn't secretly want to video the two of you, and that the idea of someone watching it didn't turn him on a bit. He never wanted to actually share you, but the idea of showing off the pleasure he could bring you seemed awfully appealing. He wondered if you would smile knowingly at the camera the way this woman did. Like you knew that not only did you have your lover captivated but countless others. He imagined you would look even more goddesslike. Otherworldly

His mind was so wrapped up in what he was watching and his own thoughts that he had even completely forgotten you had been in the shower. So he was totally oblivious that the shower had turned off and he had been caught red handed for about a minute already. He only came back to his present surroundings when you cleared your throat as you were walking toward the bed, hair wet and wearing just his shirt. His body physically jumping and scrambling to close the cover on the tablet and silence the telltale sounds of sex coming from the speakers. He knew he looked guilty. He could feel his cheeks flushed red, and the large bulge in his sweatpants certainly didn't make him look any more innocent. The fact that you were smiling and let out a little giggle clearly unborthered and even entained at his fumbling didn't help him feel any less embarrassed though.

"Stephen, you do realize that you are allowed to watch porn right? You are an adult and we have sex, it's not exactly like it's something forbidden. In fact... sharing can be fun too. Care to show me what you were watching? Maybe I'll like it too."

You had climbed into bed next to him and crawled over so you were pressed to his side. Your arms looped loosely around his neck and your bare legs pulled up so your whole body curled against him like a cat. A teasing kiss below his ear fueling him to grab the tablet again and open it, pulling up the video he had been watching. The image of a nude woman with her head thrown back straddling her partners lap riding him, his mouth between her breasts and his hands gripping her ass, filled the screen. Before he could move to hit play you moved the video back to the beginning and started it. You threw in a quick little "they are attractive".

Stephen watched you from the corner of his eye as you watched the couple make out and strip each other bare. From the way your fingers started kneading his shoulder and playing with his hair he knew it was turning you on. So he couldn't help but notice you started to bite at your bottom lip when the man started eating his partner out and she turned her head to smile deviously at the camera as he devoured her. It was the same bit that had gotten his thoughts going earlier about making your own video. He turned to start placing kisses on your jawline, your attention staying on the screen, and the gears in his head started turning again.

"Hey sweetheart, I have a question for you. An idea really..."

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[strangelockd]

Its finally here! My first ever Fan Fiction attempt. I got really emotional while writing this bc it may or may not be based on my own life(wink wink). It will be posted in parts but I really do hope you all enjoy it as much as I had while writing it. A big thank you to all the supporters on here for inspiring me to do this.

I know I spelt Stephens name wrong, Ill fix it later

Word Count: 3.9K

Warning: Mutual pining, Friends to lovers, Mention’s of oral sex (male receiving), Past traumas, slight talk of anxiety. Just mostly a fluff piece.

Summary: Your a nationwide tailor and you finally got your first big client whom is no other the the world famous Doctor Steven Strange himself. Can you keep your cool while taking his measurements? Because lets face it, he broke the internet with that Armani suit.

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The streets of New York City were bustling with life. The roaring of the cars, the local pizza pappa calling out for customers, the smells and sounds all around you reminding you that your back home. Your first home. As much as you hated the crowds and noise sometimes, you’ve become acclimated to it. You took a deep breath and cold air filled your lungs; winter was right around the corner. Exhaling a cloud of fog, you made your way through the crowded streets dodging faceless strangers and made your way.

      “Shit, I’m going to be late” you exclaimed as you looked down at your phone. A photo of Steven Strange on your lock screen showing the current time. It wasn’t fancy, just a photo from the local newspaper. You always had a slight interest in the man, you couldn’t exactly put your finger on it somehow. A slight smile sneaking across your face, you shoved the phone back into your pocket and began picking up the pace making your way along the crowded streets.

     Your never late, let alone to an appointment. You prided yourself on punctuality and that dedication showed in your career. You loved your job of being a local tailor, it gave you the opportunity to meet a lot of new and exciting people, traveling the country was just the icing on the cake. But now that your clientele has grown, you are now getting your start with branching out to bigger clients. Bag in hand you finally approached the address 177 Bleecker Street the plaque read. Taking a minute to adjust yourself you pushed up your glasses and pulled down your skirt. Taking extra precaution to adjust your knee-high stockings and peter pan shaped collar underneath your sweatshirt attempting  to look as professional as possible. Tucking your hair behind your ears, you gave out a quick sigh trying to steady your breath while you knocked on the heavy blue doors paned with glass. The building was truly outstanding. How have you never noticed this place before?

 As the door creaked open your heart launched up to your throat. There he was, Doctor Steven Strange famous neurosurgeon and powerful Sorcerer Supreme. God he was more handsome in person you thought. You first noticed the annoying expression on his face, but couldn’t help but be distracted by his eyes. They were blue, like the sea after a storm.

      “Your late kid” He gruffed while leaning his body against the doorframe, arms crossed against his chest. You could feel your cheeks beginning to flush and shook your head slightly to help bring you back to reality. For Christ’s sake, this can’t be my client you thought to yourself. “Late? I’m right on time” You stammer in protest, feeling your mouth go dry.  “On time is late in the professional world.” He said with a baritone in his voice and a smirk on his lips. “Are you going to let me in or not? Someone at this address made an appointment for a suit fitting and I’m here to do just that” you shot back. 

     “Technically Wong made the appointment for me, he thought it would be good for me to freshen up my style for an upcoming event. But alright come on in.” He stated with slight annoyance in his tone. He turned on his heels and you followed him inside. As you stepped into the main hall of the Sanctum the first thing you noticed was the scent of sandalwood incense. Along with the many beautiful artifacts strewn around on display. It was even more gorgeous than you imagined. 

     Following Strange up the grand center staircase you noticed he was wearing his sorcerer robes. Royal blue rich in color along with a weaved belt above his hips. He also wore  mustard leather yellow gloves that went up his forearms. Complete with a thick lavish crimson cloak that practically reached the floor. It looked ancient yet beautiful, like it carried stories with time. 

     As you finally made your way to the top of the steps you both entered his room down the hall. He turned the knob and pushed slightly on the door and your jaw dropped upon seeing it. The room was huge and immaculate, books perfectly organized, a large four poster bed complete with gold and crimson comforter. You could sink into it and sleep for days you thought. 

The room also was adorned with dark high beamed ceilings completed with a cabinet that posed as a double mirror as well. No wonder he was irritated with your punctuality. He obviously loves tidiness and organization you thought. 

     As you made you way to the plush bed you sat your stuff down on top of it. Digging through the bag to try to get organized before the task at hand. You noticed your fingers began to shake out of nervousness. You were so distracted trying to find everything and to calm yourself down that you couldn’t help but jump slightly when Steven beckoned his crimson cloak away only for it to hover next to you. “Not used to relics huh?” He spoke with an air of teasing in his voice. “No, not really” you lightly chuckled as the cloak began to snuggle against you. “It seems that he likes you; you must have a kind heart. He is usually not as trusting with guest” He stated. “Well, I’m honored” you said as the crimson cloak did a cartwheel and clamped to your shoulders. 

      “Alright buddy that’s enough she’s got work to do” He said to the cloak. It caressed your cheek with its collar, and it released itself from you. You couldn’t help but feel the slight coldness of the room now making your forearms form goosebumps on your flesh under your thin sweater. “So, shall we begin then?” Steven stated to you across the room. He did a simple gesture with his hands and changed into something more practical, a pair of sweatpants that sat low on his waist. Exposing his chiseled chest complete with a muscular v towards his pubic line and nothing else. You couldn’t help but stare, he was the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, and he was even more stunning to finally see it in person. Glancing at his strong jawline your eyes made it to his forearms, muscular and strong; he would have no issue carrying you anywhere. Eyes making their way down to his abdomen it was like looking at a waterboard. You couldn’t help but imagine licking and tasting every muscular crevice until you made it to his soft supple lips. Savoring the delicate but salty texture of his flesh. You felt your center begin to wet'n causing you to involuntarily close your knees a bit more tightly.

     You shook your head to wake yourself from your fantasy. Steven of course noticed but opted to say nothing and just keep a smile on his lips. “Might as well” you said with slight breathlessness. You grabbed the tape measure from the bed and thumbed it between your fingers loosening up the flexible material. As you made your way towards him Steven stated, “It just makes sense to wear this instead of all the layers”. You couldn’t agree more you thought as your mind began to wander again.

     When you finally made it next to him you hitched your breath, heart racing and hands slightly shaking more nervously to the point where you’re sure he can see it. You always had a issue with shaky hands since your youth. It was a dead giveaway for your struggle with anxiety. But through time, you mastered holding it together. That is till today.

    Fuck he was perfect; he even smells divine. He smelled like expensive cologne, hints of bergamot and Amberwood leaving a sensually wooden scent that filled your lungs with thoughts of comfort and desire. You could eat him alive right now. He obviously takes great pride in his appearance. “It’s Dior by the way” he said like he was reading your mind. “It’s nice I love it, it smells delicious” you responded with a calm but slight steady tone. Taking the tape measure with your nervous fingers and stretching it out. 

     You began with the shoulder measurement, carefully taking your time to get the precise analysis possible. Feeling his chest rise and fall naturally with each breath you made your way to his biceps. You couldn’t help but notice how strong and hard they were. You didn’t want to release the tape measure at all, but you continued to move down. Slowly grazing your hands across his warm smooth flesh making your way to get his hip and pants length.  You dropped to your knees while wrapping the tape slowly yet gingerly around his waist and you began jotting down the measurements on your notepad next to you.

      He noticed you taking an extra-long time to get his pants length he couldn’t help but take the opportunity to stare at you admirably. Your soft features and bright beautiful eyes taking their sweet time examining his body like he was the statue of David.  He was enjoying every minute of it. No doubt that he was a tall drink of water, and you would climb him like a tree if you could. You grazed along his lower half and accidently brushed past his semi aroused shaft. No wonder the man is known for having an ego. The things you would do to this man, imagining yourself enveloping your mouth around his thick cock. 

        His head leaning back against the wall whispering dirty sweet nothings into the void, all while you are making him feel like a god. His strong yet nimble hands threading through your hair guiding him towards his pleasure. Lewd noises of both of you lost in the rapture that would easily echo across the sanctum. You felt your panties getting heavily damped with the sinful thoughts you have. Causing you to close your knees again tightly to fight the urge within.

      Being lost in your trance you did not even realize that while kneeling your phone fell out of your pocket. An alert came up showing the photo of him on your phone. He cocked his brow while looking down and taking it upon himself to grab the device off the mahogany wooden floor. With a flick of his wrist, he managed to unlock your phone and began tapping on the screen. Omg omg he’s seen the photo this is the worst! you thought to yourself. Feeling embarrassed upon Steven seeing the photo of him you quickly grabbed it from his hands feeling your ears and face get hot. “What are you doing?! You know that’s an invasion of privacy.” You stated while irritatingly tapping your oxford shoes on the floor with your arms crossed on your chest. “I just wanted to exchange phone numbers; you know in case I needed anything else from you.” He shot his piercing blue eyes in your direction causing your heart to race even more. “Alright, that makes sense” You agreed in return.

     “Big fan I’m guessing” he declared, his face glowing with flattery. “Yes, I am, have been since the snap. You’re a hero after all, sacrificing your life to save humanity is a very noble thing. I like noble men” you confessed.  

        Steven couldn’t help but blush at the factuality of your statement. This woman…she’s different. He trailed off in his thoughts,but he admired your honesty. It was a hard trait to find in most people now a days. While continuing your task he couldn’t help but close his eyes and let his mind wander to your lips, imagining him holding your face while claiming your mouth. Ever so timid at first, but eventually letting him take full control of your desires. God she’s so beautiful he thought to himself. Remembering the state of his scarred hands snapped him out of his mental reverie. How could she love a damaged man like me? My hands still shake, I can never give her the life or pleasure she deserves he thought to himself. Giving out a slight saddened sigh he looked down at you still on the floor.

     Continuing with your job you could feel his stare and you began to lift it up to meet his gaze. “Enjoying the view?” he said while looking down at you with slight cockiness. “Surprisingly I am Mr. Magic Man” you said as you felt the heat in your face rise. Magic Man?…Mm that’s sexy to hear I could get used to that he thought to himself. 

     Before you could gather yourself and comprehend what was happening you felt his slightly calloused scarred fingers grip your chin gentle yet firmly. Tilting your face up to meet his crystal blue gaze, his pupils slightly wide as he held your face in place. As he cupped your chin he slowly began to help you rise up, guiding you directly to face him. He wanted to look deep into your eyes, the windows to your souls’ desires.  You could feel your knees slightly begin to buckle what is happening you thought to yourself. Heart racing ninety miles an hour. Instinctively he grabbed the small of your back to support you from falling. 

     You never mingled with clients before, never has it ever crossed your mind, till now…But there was something undeniable that attracted you to each other. Both of you felt like you have known each other for centuries. Like two lost souls separated by the red string of fate. You both were like two moths that were led to a flame. A fire that would never be tamed by any forces upon this world or the next. 

        He leaned into you first, taking full control of the opportunity at hand. He took extra precaution to start with a slow but assuring pace. Taking time to savor the moment between each other, tasting each other. You were sweeter than milk and honey. There was a slight desperation in your moans as he nipped your lower lip and began to enter his soft tongue into your mouth gently claiming you. It’s been a long time since you’ve been with a guy. But this wasn’t a guy, this was a man. Feeling slightly embarrassed and like a third wheel, the cloak decided to swiftly float out the room and close the door behind him.

     Steven chuckled and smiled at his fellow companion having the decency not to watch, “I knew you couldn’t resist me” he said with a hand behind the back of your neck, rubbing his thumb while slightly pulling away mere inches from your face. “Since when does the great Sorcerer Supreme read minds?” you said while catching your breath. Without skipping a beat, he cupped both sides of your soft face between his shaky hands. “It was only too obvious; it doesn’t take that long to measure a waistline” he stated matter of factly with a haughty smirk on his face. 

     Damn that smirk you thought to yourself. You returned his kiss with an even more desperate one. As your kisses became deeper and more passionate, he turned your head back to give him the best possible leverage to your engorges zone. As he placed delicate kisses and bites on your neckline and earlobe you looked down at his hands. Scarred and damaged from a past car wreck that ruined his career. They were pale but with slim red lines going down each digit. They were captivating to you. Like artwork. The things he could do with them…

        Speaking breathlessly between his tender kisses you gently moaned “There beautiful by the way…” you said between heavy kisses. “What is?” He asked with a husky tone while trailing kisses down your collarbone. “Your hands” you confessed while giving out a slightly higher octave of a moan while he bit your neck slightly. Giving out a warm lick to help with the slight pleasurable pain. As you both continued kissing again you instinctively started to pull his sweatpants down. He swiftly paused and grabbed you tenderly with his hands. “We must stop this…” Steven cooed to you as his voice grew husky with hunger and longing. His shaking scarred hands gently cupping both sides of your petal soft face once more. Mere centimeters from your face, he was able to smell both of your arousal and sexual tension. You both could cut that with a knife.    

           But as he leaned into your tender swollen lips, warmth flooded through his head all the way down to his aching core. Causing his cock to twitch. This only fueling a new fire inside him. Something past lovers have never done before. He knew deep down inside his heart that this wildfire that began could never be exhumed. He wanted more, needed more…of you. 

He just wasn’t quite there yet. You were no doubt beautiful to him, like the sun. He wanted to worship you at your feet forever in pleasure to you. But with this dreaded wedding around the corner, he couldn’t help but feel distracted by his ex Christine. As much as he tried to purge thoughts of her. Her memory was like a knat in his ear. An itch he couldn’t scratch. Always replaying his past failure repeatedly, especially at night. No doubt that pain was an old friend to him. It absolutely drove him insane how he couldn’t learn to move on from her. To move on with his life. He deserves someone who could love him at his worst, even before his best. You deserved better than him he thought.

      You slowly laced your hands behind his head and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Showing him physically that you didn’t care about his past. You only cared about the man he is now right in front of you. As he tried to turn his head slightly away from you tears welling up in his eyes you pulled his forehead to touch yours, feeling the sadness and weight of his burdens you wanted to help him carry it no matter the cost. 

   “We don’t have to do anything until you’re ready.” You stated to him with an undeniable softness in your voice. He wrapped his strong arms around you pulling you into a tight locked hug. You could feel the warm tears sprinkling on your sweater causing your heart to break. “How can someone as perfect as you love a damaged man like me?” he whispered in your ear. You pulled back and pressed your hands on his warm chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat between your open palms.

Not even realizing that your fingers have stopped shaking, you moved them up to his chest to cup his face gently between your palms, gently brushing the tear stains from his cheeks. You looked directly into his blue eyes and said, “Love is patient, love is kind. I’m not going anywhere as long as you’ll have me Steven Strange…I’m with you till the end of the line”. All he could do was stare back at you; mouth slightly agape in shock. He chuckled to himself feeling embarrassed about the sudden emotions he was feeling and pulled you in for a slow and tender kiss. “You’re pretty amazing you know that” he exclaimed. His heart filling with joy. You stayed locked together in the embrace for what felt like a happy eternity. 

     Once you both felt calm again you pulled away from Steven feeling colder now without his touch. You turned to the king size bed to begin putting all your work supplies away. Closing the bag with a snap of the clasp you heard him behind you asking, “So what do I owe you for your services?” he said calmly while magicking his sorcerer robes back on. The door opened and cloak soon followed suit in returning to his broad shoulders. 

You would never get tired of watching him use magic. “Nothing yet, not until your Armani suit is here and we can tally up the price then.” Still feeling the raw swollen tenderness on both of your lips, you both made your way back down the staircase and towards the Sanctums front doors. As you both were walking down you noticed his hand never leaving the small of your back, it was almost as if he wanted to instinctively protect you and never let you go. Once you finally made it to what felt like way to soon you were at the front doors. Deep down you didn’t ever want to leave Steven or this place. Your heart pined. It felt like home, HE felt like home to you. 

       There was a certain foreign comfort you both felt in the presence of each other. The role models in your life were not exactly dependable in your lives and you both mastered the art of building up walls to protect yourselves from heartbreak. But you knew he wasn’t just some guardian who can chase the demons away at night. You weren’t some easy lay or a mere damsel in distress to him either. You both felt you can tell each other anything and everything. The foreign feeling of trust felt amazing. 

     As he slowly opened the heavy door,  you turned around to face him. Practically leaping excitedly into his strong arms. Fingers laced around his firm frame you pulled him in for one last kiss. Smelling his personal scent drove you mad and made your mouth water. Releasing yourself from him, his new felt steady hands on your hips he asked, “So can I message you tomorrow? Will that be okay with you?”  You smiled up at him with beaming eyes full of happiness. “Absolutely, I look forward to it magic man”. He blushed sheepishly and gave you a wink that made your cheeks turn red as well. He found it sexy to see you blush.  

      As you walked away waving at him, you disappeared into the bustling crowd. Taking a chance to steady his breath he glanced down and noticed at that moment that his hands weren’t shaking. There wasn’t even any magic being used this time to tame them he realized. He was slowly beginning to feel like a normal human again. It felt amazing. Feeling this pining in his chest he leaned against the doorframe and pulled out his phone. He just couldn’t wait. He opened the new message portion on his phone and began typing, “I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave” with a grin from ear to ear. He knew next time he saw you he was going to make the attempt to change in his old ways.

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[eviesaurusrex]

I may start getting back into writing with a short drabble for Bucky. Or Steve? Or Stephen? Or maybe even Harry? What would y'all like to get on this Monday?

#bucky barnes drabble #steve rogers drabble #stephen strange drabble #doctor strange drabble #harry styles drabble #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #stephen strange x reader #doctor strange x reader #harry styles x reader #preferences? #elle’s wip #elle’s update

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Magic Tricks

I’m plugging away on this bingo card! I hope you enjoy this little drabble

Square filled for @marvelfluffbingo​: Carnival

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Christine Palmer

Word Count: 154

Warnings: None, just more fluff!

Christine watched the scene play out, trying to hold back a laugh, as her husband entertained the children who had rushed madly to his side. We should have known better, with a carnival, she told herself.

"But I want a hippo!" cried one little boy.

Another child yelled. "I want a giraffe!"

"Can you make me a penguin please?"

Stephen's eyes lit up at the last little girl, who didn’t phrase her request like the other kids who had demanded balloon animals for him to conjure up. "Ready?" She nodded eagerly as Stephen's hands moved hypnotically. The rest of the kids shrieked and the parents looked startled. The little girl was now a penguin, happily honking and waddling around. Just as quickly she turned back into herself, much to the relief of her parents.

"Do it again!" she screamed.

Stephen shook his head softly. "I can only do it once." He dropped to her level and brought his hand up beside his mouth. "But can I say you were the cutest penguin ever?"

#marvelfluffbingo2022 #Stephen Strange #fluff #stephen strange fluff #stephen strange x christine palmer #marvel fluff #stephen strange drabble #drabble

[airas-story]

A double drabble this time with no angst in sight!

“Is it too late to change my mind?” Tony asked, eyeing the portal with unexpected hesitance.

Stephen snorted. “If you’d wanted to change your mind, you should have left me at the metaphorical altar this morning.”

Tony sputtered. “Not about that. I’m very happy being Tony Strange.” 

Stephen couldn’t help but smile at the easy way Tony claimed Stephen’s name. Stephen hadn’t actually asked Tony to take his name, but… well, Tony knew Stephen well.

Tony didn’t notice the smile, too busy eyeing the portal. “I’m just doubting the wisdom of me living in a haunted house. That seems… unwise.”

Stephen laughed. “Tony, you’ve been sleeping in the sanctum for over a year.”

“I didn’t live there,” Tony muttered mulishly.

Stephen moved closer, wrapping his arms around Tony’s waist. “Is Tony Stark—“

“Tony Strange,” Tony corrected.

Stephen was going to get heartburn if Tony kept up with that. ”—Afraid of the big, bad sanctum?”

Tony sputtered. “No! That’s not what I was saying.”

“Sounds like what you’re saying,” Stephen teased. He pulled Tony closer and rested his chin on Tony’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Tony. I’ll keep you safe.”

“I hate you.” 

Tony might say that, but Stephen knew the truth.

#ironstrange #double drabble #tony stark #stephen strange

[wint3r-h3art]

Suit & Tie | S.S

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No one touched what’s his.

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

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

Strange would want retribution.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Said the woman who abandoned her boyfriend.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you going to break up with me?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shook your head frantically.

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

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

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

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

“Me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then he was out of you. 

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

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

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

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

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[erule]

Hello! I'd like to request an Angst Stephen Strange with prompt 9 in a friends to lovers trope. Thank you and I hope you have a great day!!!

Stop saving my life | s.s.

Pairing: Stephen Strange x reader

Summary: You’ve been in love with Stephen for quite a while, but he’s always been unavailable. One day, you follow him into a suicide mission and you get to know that he’s not dating Christine as you thought.

Warnings: angst, friends to lovers trope, superheroes fight, presence of other characters such as Sam and Christine, language, fluff

Word count: 1K

A/N: hi! Thanks for the request, hope you like it!! Also a big THANK YOU to each and every one of you, because you follow me and you like my stories. Feedback is always appreciated by a writer! Hope y’all like it. Enjoy! X

Prompt: “Stop doing that or I’m gonna kiss you right now” (you’ll find it in the story marked in bold).

[This story participates to my 2.2K followers celebration party].

“You’re gonna get killed, Y/N. I’m serious,” Stephen says, while you’re wearing your jacket.

“I’m your partner, Stephen. If you think that you’re gonna go to a suicide mission without me, you’re wrong,” you affirm, then you go out from your room in the compound. 

He follows you and you can hear his footsteps behind you, worried and angry at the same time because of your decision. The two of you have always been partners in missions, that’s how you became friends. After years of getting closer and closer, you’ve also fallen in love with him, but you’ve accepted a long time ago that he doesn’t feel the same. He didn’t tell you, you just guessed it, since he preferred to hang out with Christine rather than you. It wasn’t easy, but in the end you had to face the truth. That’s why you can’t leave him alone right one: there’s no one in the world that you care about more than Stephen Strange. If only he could let you do it, of course.

“I swear, I’m gonna tie you up to your bed, if you try to follow me,” he says and you laugh.

“Do you flirt with Christine in the same way? Now I understand why she’s dating somebody as funny as you,” you say, sarcastically.

“What? We’re not dating”. 

His last words make you stop abruptly. You’ve spent the last two months thinking that he was in love with her and now he’s saying that they’re just friends. Why didn’t you know it?

“Stephen…”

“Guys, come on! The bad guys are not waiting for us!” Sam yells from the end of the hallway.

The two of you use a Portal to enter into the warehouse in which the criminals you’re supposed to arrest are. They can be handled by Stephen easily, apparently there are no aliens among them, as your mole told you. Maybe, deep down, the truth is you wanted to spend some more time with him, not just protect him. 

You’re about to call Sam to tell him that you and Stephen can win this battle without his help and without the Avengers, but that’s when you see one of them make a scratch along Stephen’s cheek that you know it: the mole has betrayed you. Each one of the criminals, each one of them who fell to the ground, is now standing in circle around you and Stephen and the worst part is that they have powers. 

Terror runs through your veins. You frantically search for the phone in your pockets, because apparently your headset dropped somewhere during the fight, but you can't find it. Stephen yells at you, but in the confusion of battle you don't hear him, so when one of the criminals throws you to the ground he takes you by surprise. You take it off with a well-aimed kick, then run to Stephen, who is struggling to hold off three at once. Fortunately, you notice in time that a quarter is about to hit him from behind, so you throw yourself on him and fall together to the ground.

Out of breath, you look up at the ceiling and hear a very loud noise. The other Avengers are probably on their way, but a voice in your head wonders if they'll make it in time.

A second later, the criminal from earlier charges back and throws you across the room. You hear Stephen scream your name out loud as he finally gets rid of the others. You can't even get up. Now you regret never confessing your feelings to Stephen. Just to let him know. Just to watch him squint, move his head to the side and curl his lips in a wry smile. You have revisited this scene so many times in your head, that if it happened right now in front of your eyes, you would remember one of those you imagined. You were foolish to be afraid of his reaction, because now a regret hurts you more now than telling a man how much you love him.

Then you hear it, loud and clear: the Avengers are finally here. While they’re fighting the others, Stephen is by your side, helping you to get up. He looks worried, but not for himself: for you.

“I told you not to come! You should have left me alone!

“What? You barely won against three of them, I was needed here!” You yell too, angrily, while he’s holding your hands.

“You should really stop doing that”.

“Doing what?”

“Saving my life!” He shouts. “Stop doing that or I’m gonna kiss you right now!”

“Then fucking do it!”

And he does. It’s rough and your cheeks are on fire, but it’s the best kiss you could ever get from him, because it’s real. He’s holding onto you for dear life, his grip on your back is firm and you can feel that he was scared of losing you. It seems like a punishment or a thing that you can do now because the both of you are still alive to do so, but whatever was his intention, you’re glad he did it.

When you look at him, out of breath, it’s like the time has frozen around you. You caress the scratch on his cheek, gently and he gives you a little smile.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You saved me and I wasn’t thankful, but I was concerned that you could have gotten hurt. I couldn’t have forgiven myself,” he says.

“But I don’t understand… I thought that you liked Christine!”

He chuckles.

“Everytime I hung out with her, I talked about you,” he confesses and your heart melts at it.

“I love you, Stephen. And I was stupid for not telling you that,” you reply, feeling your eyes burning. You don’t want to cry in front of him, but he had to know that.

So his smile widens, he caresses your hips and tells you: “I love you, too”.

And you think that it’s the best thing you could ever tell you.

“Guys, can we please continue this conversation later?” Sam says, while fighting two of the criminals. You and Stephen laugh.

“Are you ready?” He asks you.

You give him a grin: “I was born ready!”  

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[itsagentromanoff]

We're All Team Tony

“Ya know, it’s really creepy that cape of yours cuddles with Tony,” Bucky huffed at Strange.

“Cloak,” the doctor corrected, smirking as he watched his cloak glare at Steve who tried to cozy up on the couch next to the genius, “You’re just jealous that Tony likes me better than you and Rogers.”

The ex-assassin scoffed at that, “Ain’t nothin’ to be jealous of.”

“Beep beep! Outta my way,” Quill interjected, bumping his way pass the other two, “Here ya go StarDust.”

“Aw, thank you Peter,” the genuis smiled, sipping the hot coffee in his hand, humming “Just the way I like it hot.”

Not to be out done by the half-alien, “Do you need me to get you anything, Tony?“

“Unless it’s to allow me back into my lab, no Cap,” Tony gave him a hopeful smile.

It nearly broke the super soldier’s heart when he shook his head at the engineer’s request.

“You know I can’t allow that Tony,” the blonde regretfully told him, “You heard what your doctor and Banner said and you sure as heck know what Miss Pott’s would say if she knew you were trying to sneak off to work.“

Tony pouted at that, frustrated that he’d sidelined by Loki and some Doom bots.

“Hey doll, wanna take a look at my arm?” Bucky called out, purposely bumping the Sorcerer Supreme but paused. Did the cloak just hiss at him?

Just as Bucky was about to take the free spot beside Tony, boxing him in between himself and his best pal, T'challa swooped in.

“Here are the plans that you asked for, Anthony,” the young King offered passing the StarkPad to the brunet, “Shuri asked that you contact her as soon you are able to.”

“Thank her for me.” Tony snorted looking through the tablet, “Is this you?”

Tony turned the screen to the King, Bucky peered over his shoulder watching the younger man’s face morph to humiliation.

The ex assassin caught his friend’s eyes having a silent conversation while the young King grumbled about double checking his sister’s surveillance again.

“Aw, Your Pantherness was this your first time with this tech?” Quill teased, winking at Tony who rolled his eyes at the other man.

The dark man glared at him, “No,” he gritted out, he have to have another word with his younger sister, “It was merely a training accident.”

“Oh sure,” Strange commented from his spot in the living room, “What with you being new to the superhero world it must happen all the time.”

The engineer raised an eyebrow at that. Was it him or was there hostility within the group? Trying to diffuse the situation, “So what’s everybody’s plans for dinner?“

Cue four men shoving each other out of the way to head towards the kitchen, while Strange whirls a golden portal turns and winks at Tony before entering it.

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Come to Bed | Stephen Strange x Reader

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Your husband, Stephen Strange, had been having many sleepless nights. He was stubborn, and practically addicted to his work. You weren't going to let this slide by any longer, you missed having him by your side for nights full of comfort.

Warning/s: One use of 'Mrs,' you can easily change this for your gender! Fluff, and more fluff. Fluff only.

Word count: approx 1k

Your husband had a knack for spending sleepless nights. Often times he would instead be found in the library doing some late-night reading, or he would be whisked away for duties and missions. You, of course, hated this. While you could understand him leaving to contain potentially life-threatening, world-ending threats. It frustrated you to no end when you would wake without him by your side, only to find him in the library, or doing work that could easily have waited till morning.

You respect his efforts, his drive to continuously improve. What you don’t respect is his neglect of his own health. And you prefer to fall asleep in the warm confines of his arms. Throughout the years you have known him though, you had learnt just how to push his buttons. He was wrapped around your finger, and you loved that.

So right at this moment as you sat in your shared king bed all by yourself, leant against the dark oak frame, you were annoyed. You wanted your husband to come to bed, and you were going to make that happen. Tugging back the red and gold comforter, you let your bare feet touched the cold wooden ground and a shiver ran up your spine. You clutched onto the sling ring on the bedside table, slipping it onto your fingers before creating a portal to the library. You knew very well that Stephen would be sat at his desk with his head in a book.

Lo and behold, there was the love of your life, leaning against one of his palms whilst the other clutched onto a large book. You sighed and with each step you took closer to Stephen, the soft fabric of his shirt ran against your mid-thigh.

“Stephen, lovely,” you spoke softly into his ear as you wrapped an arm around his shoulders from behind. Your other arm came around for your hand to sit gently on his chest while your head plonked itself on top of his. “Come to bed.”

“Just let me finish up here, Sweetheart.” Stephen places his hand over yours around his shoulders, caressing up and down your forearm as he continues to read.

“You say that, and then you’ll still be here when I wake up in the morning,” you mumble into his hair as you place a kiss to the crown of his head.

“I promise to join you tonight,” his eyes still never leaving the page.

“Please come to bed now.” You move your head, leaning it down on his shoulder as you press your lips right behind his ear in yet another gentle kiss. Your husband immediately sucks in a breath. Oh, how he never could resist you. “Please, Stephen.”

“I really have to finish reading this, Love.” He leans back in your hold, letting the book drop from his hand and onto the desk with a soft thud. You knew you had won. You just had to push the tiniest bit more.

“Can’t you finish it in the morning? It isn’t going anywhere.” Thanks to his previous movements, you were now able to step around and situate yourself on his lap, straddling him. Arms around his neck, you gave him your best doe eyes. Something you had perfected, and he couldn’t withstand. “Please, babe. You know you need to get some sleep.”

Stephen lifts a shaky hand, and with such a light touch, so soft you didn’t think it possible, he moved some fallen hair behind your ear. Those hands that held so much trauma, you loved, just as you loved the man in front of you more than anything in the multiverse. More than words could admit. They landed on your hips with a gentle hold as he leant forwards to brush his lips against yours.

“Does that mean you’ll come to bed?” You smiled, fingers brushing through the hair just above the nape of his neck. And you could see he was in pure bliss. He was overworked, stressed, tired, a multitude of other things.

“If it’ll make you happy,” Stephen leans forwards once more, mumbling against your lips before placing them with such tenderness on your own. His trembling hands had clutched the hem of your his shirt, pulling it up slightly, just enough to place them back on your hips, this time bare.

“It’ll make me very happy.” You caressed his jawline, facial hair scratching at the tips of your fingers.

“Let’s go to bed then, Darling.”

Stephen moves his hands under your buttocks, lifting you as he stands. Your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you back through the portal you had created earlier. Closing it behind him, he lays you on the bed before stepping back to remove his robes while you climb back under the covers, desperate for both his and their warmth.

In your tired state, you held your arms out to hurry along your now shirtless husband. With a chuckle, Stephen lays on his back and tugs you to him with an arm around your waist. Laying your head on his chest, you release a sigh of comfort and snuggle impossibly closer to the man you love. You rest your palm against the right side of his chest, his heartbeat allowing you to relax fully. With his free hand, Stephen rubs up and down the arm you had on his chest.

“You better still be in bed when I wake up,” you mumble with closed eyes.

“Of course.” He kisses your forehead, leaving his mouth to rest there afterwards, every few minutes you would feel the pressure of a tender kiss once more.

“I love you so much,” you turn your head to kiss his chest before getting comfortable once more.

“I love you more, Mrs Strange.”

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Have a double drabble instead! 💖

"Stephen?" 

Stephen looks up at Tony, noting his slightly dazed look. "What is it?" 

"I'm gonna be honest with you," Tony starts, "So I saw this… whole bunch of glowing mushrooms back there in your garden room thing–" 

"Don't tell me you ate them." 

There's an almost comical pause. 

"I ate them." 

"Shit." 

"Yep. They tasted like shit," Tony admitted, "I feel a little... weird. Strange, even." 

Stephen glares at him. 

"I'm starting to... Starting to think... Do you think I was a fish in another life? I'm pretty sure I'm a fish in another life." 

Stephen blinks. That's the most out-of-pocket thing he's heard from someone who's high off of magical mushrooms. 

"Do you think I'm more like a goldfish or like… a coelacanth?" Tony continues, completely derailing from the reason this conversation started. "I like coelacanths. They're really cool. Did you know that they thought coelacanths were extinct until one day some dude found it just chillin' around in like, South Africa, and it just went," he pitches his voice lower, "'Hey there, bitches! I'm a-fucking-live!'" 

Stephen sighs. "Definitely a coelacanth." 

"You think so?" 

Stephen nods.

"They have tiny brains." 

He stands up and walks over to Tony.

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[geeky-politics-46]

When you are anxious and having trouble to sleep you need to have stephen inside you (any stephen, you choose) Its not for the sex, but because you need to feel him impossible close to you, it calms you down and then you can sleep. Oh, and he will stroke your hair 🥰

As an insomniac whose anxiety has been acting up, this was a pleasure to write. Now if I can just materialize the man in real life, I do feel like I would sleep better this way...

Written with regular MCU Strange in mind...

You both suffered from insomnia and many nights were spent reading, talking, watching, or fucking in any attempt to either wear each other out or keep each other busy. Tonight however was not one of those nights. Stephen had little issue falling asleep that night, but with each passing moment you couldn't fall asleep you grew more anxious and agitated. You refused to wake Stephen up, despite how badly you wanted him to hold you as close as he could. You knew how much trouble he had sleeping anyway and how important his job was. So you resigned yourself to tossing and turning until you were on the verge of tears.

It was the anxiety heavy energy radiating off of you that woke him up. Stephen immediately went into protective mode, sitting up and taking your face in his hands checking you up and down for injury. Once he realized you were physically okay he pulled you into his arms and held you tight to his chest, purposely taking deep breaths and kissing your hair until he felt you start to relax. Only then did he loosen his grip on you enough to ask what was wrong.

"I really didn't want to wake you. I just can't sleep and it's making me anxious. Can't you just hold me please? I feel like I just can't get close enough to you right now. I don't know if this sounds weird, but can I just... can you be inside me for a bit?"

He nuzzled his face into yours and whispered "whatever you need", against your lips before laying you down and kissing you. After a few moments he pulled away and reached into the nightstand drawer for a small bottle of lube. In between kisses he asked if you wanted him to spoon you or face you and this was your cue to turn on your side and slide your bottoms down so he could do the same and settle in behind you. You quickly snuggled back into him as soon as you felt him lay back down, you were starting to get jumpy from just having his hands off of you that long.

Having already lubed himself up he let you pull his bottom arm under uour head so his hand rest across your collarbones and gently wrapped his top arm around your hip to start teasing at your soft lips; making sure he could ease himself inside you by carefully probing one then two slicked up fingers in and out of you before lining his tip up to your entrance. He steadily pressed his cock into your warm cunt and you both groaned in unison at the feeling of him stretching you, him in an effort to keep his desire in check and you in relief at finally feeling complete and full. An exchange of 'I love yous' later, with his head ticked into the crook of your neck and his cock buried inside you, he felt your heartbeat slow and your breath even out. Only then did Stephen let himself fall back asleep, only once he know you were safe and content.

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Care to join me?

18+ MINORS DNI!!

Pairing: Doctor Strange x Fem!Reader

Summary: “Are you just going to watch me shower, or do you care to join me? I would really like some company, Stephen.”

The warm water running down your naked body. Steam covering the mirror. Your wet hair hanging loose, framing your beautiful face. Your delicate curves. Your entire aura, fucking hell, you were his poison. Stephen could never get enough of you, his beautiful lover. He could stay there all day, watching you. But fate had other plans, because you let out a laugh.

“Are you just going to watch me shower, or do you care to join me? I would really like some company, Stephen.”

Stephen felt himself grow, your voice being music for his ears. All he wanted was to be close to you, kiss you, run his scarred hands all over your body, make you his.

And he would.

The man quickly undressed, and soon stood naked in the bathroom, before carefully walking into the shower, placing a soft kiss on your delicate neck as the warm water hit his own back. One of your hands carefully scratched his back, as a smile escaped your lips.

Stephen gave you one of his beaming smiles and then quickly closed the very short distance between the two of you so that he could kiss you. Your lips were pressing against his own and you couldn’t lie, because the doctor was a really good kisser. Soft, gentle, reassuring, you always found it surprisingly easy to relax and start kissing him back every time.

What felt like seconds later, but probably was a lot longer than that, you felt Stephen's tongue brushing against your lips, the sorcerer obviously hopeful for entry. You hesitated for a moment, wanting to tease him but you realised soon enough that your back was pressed against the shower wall, which made you jerk slightly in surprise. His lips are so soft and warm against yours, and you feel a surge of electricity run through your body. The kiss is tender, yet passionate.

You two finally broke the kiss in favour of Stephen kissing your neck. “The power you have over me it’s so unfair..” That quickly caused you to become incoherent, and you gave up talking altogether when Stephen started kissing his way downwards.

He wrapped his lips around one of your perky little nipples. In fairness he started out sucking on it gently before giving the other the same treatment, going back and forth between those nipples while pressing plenty of kisses to the surrounding flesh, and it wasn't like you complained.

You probably couldn't have complained if you wanted too, as the sounds out of her mouth were now so embarrassingly high-pitched.

But you wanted more.

And when that desire turned into a need you whimpered and pushed down on Stephen’s head. Surprisingly the doctor didn't move, so you found yourself whimpering, “Please..."

Stephen then held you in a tight grip before he lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around the sorcerer’s back, and your arms around his neck, as you pressed a kiss onto his lips. The water ran over both of you, and Stephen slided himself into you without a warning, holding you close. He grabbed you by the hips and gave another tentative thrust.

You moaned his name, before pressing another kiss onto his lips, and moved your hips to the rhythm of his thrusts, moaning as he hit your sweet spots. His hands slid down your hips, finding the tempting curve of your ass. He squeezed gently, and you moaned again, pushing your face down into the crook of his neck. “You beautiful bastard.”

“That’s a new one.” he said with a chuckle, stroking your cheek. “You're so beautiful," he murmured, almost to himself. Each of his movements sends waves of ecstasy through you, regardless of the speed and Stephen grunted, his eyes never leaving yours as he gripped your thighs.

Stephen looked at you, your hair was clinging to your skin, creating a sleek and alluring look that left him mesmerized. He loved the way the water droplets glistened in your hair, the way it framed your face and accentuated your natural beauty. In fact, he loved everything about you.

And he couldn’t believe that you were his.

Notes:This is just a drabble, but still hope you enjoyed reading.

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