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iamsherlocked1479 · 4 months

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Happpy New Year

Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: explicit content 18+, slut shame, chocking

Description: Stephen doesn't like that you recived a compliment, he doesn't like that somebody would even consoder they had a chance with you.

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Most people are drunk right now, you’re not denying that you were, of course nobody leaves a Stark party completely sober. All beat it, most of the guests haven’t left yet, they were currently counting down to midnight last you heard the ball will drop in 10 minutes, but you couldn’t care right now. You’re currently pressed up against the padded wall of what looks like a gym, technically you hadn’t left Stark Tower yet, with your legs neatly parted over Stephen's shoulders as his tongue glided through your slick folds.

“Oh fuck steph- we’re gonna miss the countown, we have to- shit.” Your eyes squinted shut and your hand tightened in his hair as he drew you closer to an orgasm. Your statement was thoroughly met with a grunt and a quick “I don’t care sweetheart” as his tongue continued to lap its way around your clit.

This had all started because Thor complimented your dress, he meant no harm of course only stating that you should belong with the Asgardian gods. But like always Stephen was jealous, he hated that a man would even consider himself worthy of being able to see you the way he did, a goddess in your own right. So after that one incident, at exactly 11:49pm Stephen had enough of the looks you were getting, even though you only had eyes for him, and proceeded to pull you into the nearest empty room and show exactly how only he could make you feel.

“Shhh, sweetheart, don’t want anyone hearing those sweet sounds you make for me.” He said, snaking his hand up your body to cover your mouth as you came. He lifted your legs off his shoulder and pinned you between him and the wall. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he kissed you, your hands continued to work on the buttons of his shirt as they had done earlier before he dropped to his knees for you. “Ah, ah sweetheart” he grabbed your wrists and moved your hand to his tight trousers where you palmed him through his clothes, “we gotta do this fast, i want all the others to see me kiss you at midnight.” He purred as he spun you around, tracing his cock between your folds before pushing you against the wall with a deep thrust.

You didn’t like jealous stephen, but you loved the way he fucked, he was normally so gentle and kind making sure to touch and kiss you everyway possible before slowly drawing out orgasm after orgasm. But jealous Stephen, he fucked hard, he wasnt one for yelling or arguing, so he would take out his frustrations by pounding into you, he wanted to prove how fast he could make you cum how only he could make you feel that good.

“You’re mine you know that right?” He purred as he sucked and nibbled at the pulse point on your neck leaving a purple mark for all to see. His cock had the perfect curve making it rub right against your g-spot in this position.

“Steph- please, i know im yours, fuck” you cried as his hand snaked around your neck bringing your head to his. He squeezed slightly, not enough to make it hard for you to breathe, but enough for your hand to clamp onto his wrist and walls to clench around his cock.

“Did you like the way Thor looked at you?” He moved his free hand to pull your dress down just enough to expose your tits to the world. “Did you want him looking at these?” He groaned with his cock twitching inside you. He grabbed on one of your tits, roughly massaging it in his hand and pinching on the nipple. “You know you’re so beautiful, I know you know every man smart enough wants you, admit it you like the attention.” He hissed, kissing your neck and thrusting even harder causing a pile of weights to tumble to the floor. “Tell me sweetheart, do you enjoy the attention?”

“Ye- shit, yes stephen. Fuck.” You moaned, your legs shaking at the overstimulation. He spun you around so that you could see yourselves in the mirrored walls, one hand gripped your chin and pointed you towards the mirror, while the other clung around your abdomen holding you in place as he kept himself inside you.

“Look at you.” He hummed in satisfaction, you looked at what you saw, your dress creased, tits popping out over the top of your dress, mascara running down your face, legs shaking, “look at us” you looked at him through the reflection, eyes darkened, hair stuck with sweat to his forehead, shirt falling down his shoulders and his trousers down only just enough to get his cock out. It was a sight to see, yet a sight you and stephen both loved to see, he loved showing you what he can do to you, and you loved that stupid dumb sarcastic smile of his.

His arm that wrapped around your waist slid down to your clit as he continued pushing inside you, his fingers played with your clit using his precum that dripped from you as a lubricant, adding to the pleasure. You squeezed your eyes shut as you could feel that knot tightening, threatening to break as your insides fluttered. Stephen moaned at the sensation of your walls clenching around him.

“Open your eyes” he demanded “I want you to watch as I make you cum, i want you to realise you’re a slut, but you’re my slut.” He grunted as he felt himself drawing closer to his release, his fingers now frantically swiped up and down your clit and with his cock still hitting your g-spot, the sensation became unbearable and the knot snapped, this felt different your felt yourself dripping onto him and creating a small puddle on the hard gym floor. Your knees buckled and you melted to the floor where Stephen set you on all fours, still making sure you can see yourself in the mirror. He kept himself inside you as you slumped, trying to catch your breath

“You see that, that's how good I can make you feel. Tell me what you are.” he said, giving you a single hard thrust causing the sound of skin on skin to echo through the dark room.

“Yours.” you said through breathless moans, this landed a firm yet satisfying slap on you ass as he sped up his motions.

“My what?” he said “speak up” he said moaning, following his own ecstasy

“Your slut.” you cried out, holding yourself up as you could see in the mirror that he was completely lost in the chase for his own orgasm, so you angled yourself that you were pushing yourself onto him every time he entered you. “I’m your slut stephen, yours and yours alone, my pussy is made for you.” your words only encouraged him as he moaned with the satisfaction that the lesson he had been trying to teach you had finally sunk in.

“That's right sweetheart, your mine” His trembling hands practically vibrated as he gripped the fat of your hips turning his knuckles white. You looked in the mirror, the smell of sex filling your nostrils, you looked at the sight behind you, his biceps straining through the sleeves of that white dress shirt you loved so much, his muscular chest shining with sweat. That was the man you fell in love with, every inch of him, even his salt and pepper temples he hated so much, you loved him.

“Say it again sweetheart.” he begged, he was so close.

“I’m your slut Stephen. I want you to fill me up, make your slut drip with your cum Stephen.” you called out with a victorious smile as he came, strengthening his grip on your waist. His body caved on top of yours as he littered your shoulder with kisses.

“Did you fuck out that atitude?” you asked with a giggle

“I don’t have an attitude.” he stated, sitting back on his knees and watching his seed drip from you. “I just like to make my opinion clear.” he smiled when you jolted as he pushed his cum back into your sensitive hole.

“I think you did.” you got up and put your underwear back on, which had been left at the door, the face he pulled when he realised you were just going to keep his seed inside you almost wanted to make you do it all again, but you did have a deadline to meet. You watched as he buttoned up his shirt and tucked himself back in place. “You know I love you and only you right?”

“Of Course i do.” he walked over and kissed your forehead “i just wished other people understood that.” he clicked his fingers and your makeup and hair neatened themselves up like nothing had happened and linked his arm into yours.

“It was just a compliment Stephen, Thor didn’t mean anything by it.” you laughed to yourself as the hum of the party grew near

“You don’t know that for sure.” Stephen joked back as he grabbed two glasses of champagne and handed one to you.

“I know you’re jealous.” you looked at him and he rolled his eyes

“So what if I was?” he smiled “Sometimes i think you prefer it.”

“So what if I did?” your brow quirked, he opened his mouth to say something when you were interrupted by the rest of the guests beginning to count down and stephen lead you to the balcony where the others where

“3… 2… 1… Happy new year!” Stephen pulled you towards him and locked his lips with yours with a passionate kiss, you had to grip your glass so that you didn’t drop it on impact, he pulled you closer to him, allowing you to rest on his chest before finally parting.

“Happy new year sweetheart.” he smiled and gave you another peck

“Happy new year.” you smiled back

“Now correct me if i’m wrong but we need to go home, i haven’t seen you naked since last year.” he pulled your wrist

“That joke wasn’t funny last year and it still isn’t” you gave him a pity laugh

“Then why are you following me?”

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A/N: I have to say i might have gotten a little carried away with some of the language there, but im not appologising, this was based of a dream i had a few weeks back and i thought i'd turn it into a lil end of year gift for you all because in january i will have bneen posting for two years which is crazy to me because this year we have grown from around 50 followrrs to 250! which is even more crazy so, hope to get back into the swing of things next and hope you all have a great new year love ypu all sm! <3

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strangesthirdeye · 2 months

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Chapter 10: Reciprocated feelings

☆KAMAR-TAJ - ROOFTOP DEFENSE COMPOUND - MORNING ☆

Just like the previous day, the same morning at the Kamar Taj without any changes was a good day for students training on the rooftop without any interruptions. Although most of the students are more fond of spells training, it doesn't mean they don't need to learn martial arts. Some training may be a bit harsh for them but that's normal when they study at Kamar Taj.

A group of students there were solemnly taking and wearing the sling ring including Stephen who was still standing there. He and you were satisfied to meet and chat the day before which means your relationship is getting better. you don't need to train to make a portal today because you have passed the training much to Stephen's dismay. Well, Stephen still has a long way to go to be on the same level as you.

Which for him was a bit fleeting according to the photographic memory he had. He always skipped something that was not important to him, which made John a bit frustrated with him to the point that he had to monitor Stephen's lessons like a father monitors his son's schoolwork. Stephen is always eager with new things and John is very eager to calm him down and take things slowly and steadily. Not everything he needs to be skipped or accelerated.

Mordo who was in charge of supervising students there sauntered slowly among the rows of students with eyes like eagles. It should be John's turn to supervise students today, but he has to carry out a mission with Dhani in the Hong Kong Sanctum, which is relics hunting. As usual.

Mordo observing all the mistakes and steps of the students there. His eyes lingered on Stephen for a few minutes. Watching Stephen struggle to form the portal. A spark of fire could only appear in front of Stephen who was helpless and frustrated silently. His eyes darted around the students who managed to form their portal with a hopeless face.

A spark of fire could only appear in front of Stephen who was helpless and frustrated silently. His eyes darted around the students who managed to form their portal with a hopeless face.

"Visualize. See the destination in your mind. The clearer the picture, the quicker and easier the gateway will come." Mordo said with detailed. Mordo stopped for a moment by Stephen's side, observing his struggle before returning to continue on his way supervising students there without any words.

While they were in the middle of training, The Ancient One appeared there with Master Hamir, the one master that Stephen had mistaken. Mordo, noticed the Ancient One there commanded to stop training.

The Ancient uneasily fixed her eyes on Stephen after realizing his lack of progress. Master Hamir silently stood by the side of the Ancient One with his hands folded across his chest and hidden between his wide sleeves.

"I would like a moment alone with Mr. Strange. "Ancient One demanded.

Mordo nodded understanding. "of course" he then dismissed all the students.

Stephen sighed heavily. A look of shame engraved on his face. He looked defeated and resigned to his lack of progress. Although you have helped him to improve his progress but still he failed to improve.

The Ancient One and Master Hamir stood facing Stephen with their professional faces. Stephen approached them and sighed.

"I see you still struggle to cast any spells, don't you?" The Ancient One said while fiddling with her folding fan in her hand.

"My Hands" he complained while showing his damaged hands.

"It's not about your hands" Ancient One replied.

"how is this not about my hands? I've tried my best to cast any spells but none of them work. It's all because of my damaged hands that make my work difficult" he argued.

"Y/n is just like you but she doesn't complain about her lack of leg movement when she is doing martial arts training, she tends to ignore all those thoughts about her disability to move fast and yet she can still do martial arts training well. Like I said it's not about your hands" the Ancient One explained firmly.

"She's probably using magic to walk" Stephen replied not realizing that he had said bad things about you.

The Ancient One eye twitched faintly. She then turned her head to look at Master Hamir. "and how do you need to use magic with this? Master Hamir" she said the Master's name next to her.

Hamir who was standing next to the Ancient One started raising his wide sleeves, pulling his hands out of his robe or rather his 'hand' out of his robe. The smooth stump a few

inches short of a wrist is the other end of his hand. Stephen was stunned.

Hamir makes passes in the air, writing a calligraphy of light and Strange plainly sees that the stump of Hamir's missing hand is drawing runes as deftly as the living hand.

Strange is at once both amazed and humbled.

Hamir finishes the runes. Pulls his arms back into his robe.

The Ancient One turned her gaze towards Stephen with a knowing look on her face. She glanced at Hamir. "Thank you, Master Hamir" she said pleasantly.

Hamir bowed and walked away, passing by Mordo, who watched from a distance. The Ancient One looked at Strange.

"It's not about your hands. You cannot beat a river into submission, you have to surrender

to its current and use its power as

your own." said the Ancient One.

"I control it by surrendering

control. That makes no sense. Stephen said in disbelief.

"Not everything does. Not everything

has to. Your intellect has taken you

far in life, but it will take you no

further. Surrender, Stephen. Silence

your ego, and your power will rise. "Ancient One demanded.

Strange nods, although he doesn't truly understand this lesson just yet He is still on the verge of accepting the whole mystical things that are happening in front of him. His mind is still narrow.

The Ancient One draws a gateway in the air with her own sling ring, then walks through it. "come with me"

And Stephen followed her into the gateway like a chick follows its mother.

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۞ TIME SKIPS ۞

You walked past the rooftop defense compound with a tired face after 3 hours of Martial Arts training with the replacement Master who replaced Dhani for a short period of time since Dhani was still carrying out her mission (with John). This replacement Master is very brutal in training. You have been beaten by him endlessly many times and you can only think that this one will leave a lot of bruises behind you. Although the replacement Master's face looked quite good and innocent, but as soon as he started training, his face automatically turned very serious which made you gulp your saliva several times.

You winced when you accidentally bumped your shoulder on the collar there as your mind wandered everywhere thinking about Stephen's condition. He was supposed to meet you at the library to study together but then, he didn't show up. His training should be over by now, but you don't see him at all. Now you start to worry. You just met him and now he has disappeared again. God knows what happened to him.

You silently arranged your steps past the Ancient One and Mordo who were standing looking ahead as if waiting for something to appear in front of them. You stopped and furrowed your eyebrows at them.

"You guys fine?" You walked to Mordo's side and looked at them both with a confused face.

"oh, we're fine. Just hoping that someone there is fine or not" the Ancient One replied while fiddling with her folding fan. Her eyes remained in front of her.

Mordo looked concerned and leaned closer towards you to whisper something. "It's Stephen she's talking about"

You gaped and widened your eyes after hearing what Mordo said. You looked at Mordo for confirmation to which Mordo only replied with a small nod.

"Is it sling ring training?" You asked Mordo.

"What else?" Mordo replied.

"oh god, not again." you palmed your hands and brought them to your mouth.

Mind silently replaying your rather brutal sling ring training where the Ancient One trapped you on a safari where a pack of lions were. Of course you are safe, the lions there just sit and look at you as if you are just a game for them. They don't attack they just watched you like you're some kind of performance to them but lion cubs there sure as hell have a high hunting spirit. They once tried to ambush you but you managed to open the portal and run into the portal with a few scratches on your legs which the lion cubs there kindly gave you. You flinched as you remember that brutal memory.

"Where is it this time" you looked at Mordo.

"mount Everest" The Ancient replied simply without turned her gaze at you.

You massage the bridge of your nose. "no.. how long has he been there?"

"seven minu-"

"eight minutes now" The Ancient One cut Mordo off her eyes remaining at the space in front of her.

You gaped and looked ahead of you. Expect Stephen's gateway to appear out of nowhere but nothing appeared. Time flies for about a second although it feels like an hour the three of you wait for Stephen to appear. Mordo became concerned.

"perhaps I should" Mordo began to reach for his sling ring on his belt.

Ancient One put her hand over Mordo's as if stopping him to help Stephen but then out of nowhere, Stephen's Gateway appeared and here comes Stephen stumbling to the ground with his body shivering from the cold. His beard, body and hair are full of white snow. You automatically crouched next to him and held his pale hand, noticing how cold his body was, you activated a warm spell on your palm hoping to warm his body.

Stephen raised his head to look at Ancient One. His face is somewhat between pissed off and grateful with what he has achieved. Piss off the way Ancient One did the scene a while ago on him and grateful because he managed to open the portal on his own. He then let out a relieved breath and looked at you who was concerned with his well-being. Your face and his are only about 2 or 3 inches close, one inch he can kiss your lips. Stephen's face suddenly started to heat up when he thought about such a thing.

"Come on.. let's warm you up.. otherwise you will die from hypothermia" you tried to lift his cold body, not noticing how red Stephen's face was. Warm spell still working.

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"Which one is your room?" You held onto Stephen's shoulder trying to stabilize him. He still shivered like someone who has tremors but the color of his skin is getting better thanks to the warm spell you cast.

Stephen glanced at you and then looked ahead of him. He nodded towards a second door at the end of the corridor. "that one, second door"

You nodded and led him to his room slowly. The door to his room opened, you took Stephen to the middle of his room. You look around. His room is very neat and awake compared to the owner himself who is still scruffy with a beard and long hair. You turned your gaze to Stephen.

"come on, I'll take you to the bathroom.. Let's just give you a hot bath, I guess.." You held Stephen's hand and led him to the bathroom.

Stephen's room is just like your room so it's not surprising if you know where the bathroom is located. As you enter the bathroom with Stephen in the back who is still cold, you release his hand from your grip and walk to the water faucet to set it to hot water which at first when you come here is quite surprising that the Kamar Taj is not a place that does not use technology other than wifi so it's no surprise that the bathroom faucet can be set to hot or cold.

After you set it in the hot water, you glanced at Stephen who was still stiff behind you. His eyes looked at you with an unreadable look on his face. You can't identify the reaction he is making now as he seems to be thinking about you as if you are an endangered creature and humans see it for the first time which makes them stunned.

Weird metaphor? yes i know. You walked up to Stephen.

"Stephen?" you call him

Stephen jerked slightly and looked down at your eyes. Both of you staring at each other's eyes for a good minute. You can feel butterflies in your stomach flutter as your heart beats fast and skips a few beats. Your face warmed when you held Stephen's gaze. Stephen didn't move but just looked at your face. But it didn't last long, as you broke the staring contest by looking at the bathtub.

"the water is ready.. I'll leave you to take a bath then." you said avoiding looking at Stephen, face still red.

Stephen nodded before silently walking towards the middle of the bathroom to undress himself.

"You should shave all those hairs you know? Maybe cut it short or shave it clean? Cut that hair too" You said while looking at Stephen who had half opened his tunic to reveal his firm chest.

Stephen stopped and looked at you. "I've tried but both my hands shook badly. I've had cuts on my face before so I don't want to take any risks" Stephen turned his back to you.

"need help with that?" you blubbered without hesitation.

Stephen turned his body to you back and looked at you confused. "have you ever shaved before?"

"Even though I'm a woman, it doesn't mean I don't have hairs to shave." you said simply.

"right" now he feels stupid for asking such a question.

"now stay there, I'll prepare the shaver and scissors, I know what to do with those hairs" you opened the mirror on the wall and took out the electric shaver and silver scissors. Stephen gulped nervously.

After you took the items, you closed the mirror and walked towards the towel rack next to the bathroom door which means outside. Stephen's white towel was reached by you and you walked towards Stephen who was still standing in the same place.

"Oh, Dammit i forgot. I better do it after you shower. You still cold. I don't want you to dead yet." you put the electronic shaver and scissors in the sink, silently cursing under your breath for forgetting Stephen conditions.

Stephen nodded without any words while you who still ashamed with forgetting about his condition left the bathroom to give Stephen privacy.

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"Can you just sit properly? Do you want your face full of cuts? Sit properly" you patted his bare shoulder with your free hand while the other was trying to shave and trim a little on his new beard.

Stephen rolled his eyes while looking up to the ceiling to allow you to work on his chin. "yes ma'am"

You glared at him and continued to trim his beard for the last touch where you stand in front of him who is sitting on a chair so that you are at the same level as him and it is easy to trim his goatee. His hair is already cut, which goes with his look and his new goatee.

You just followed Stephen's instructions regarding that he wanted to change his new appearance so was his new life which suited him with this new look and this made something flutter in your stomach when you made the last touch on his goatee. And then everything is done.

You smile satisfied with the results of your work. Stephen looked up at you with an appreciation look.

"yeay, all done" you patted his bare shoulder and walked to the side allowing him to look at himself in the mirror.

Stephen got up and stood in front of the mirror and took a small towel and gently wiped his new wet goatee before putting it aside and cocked his head upwards to look at your work. Clean, neat and tidy. Stephen nodded in satisfaction.

"not bad" Stephen praised.

"oh, thank you, Doctor Strange" you bowed slightly with a smirk.

Stephen pushed your head jokingly. "Stop it" He smiled.

You chuckled and glanced at his firm chest accidentally before quickly turning your gaze towards Stephen's face who still held his smirk. Your face started to turn red.

"Like what you see, stoat?" Stephen smirked teasingly.

"shut up, Giraffe" you turned your gaze to the side. Your face was very red and warm but you managed to hide it.

"don't be shy, sweetheart. You've seen me naked before" Stephen poked your shoulder with his index finger.

"Yeah well that was when we were 11 years old. We weren't mature at that time. Besides you're not completely naked at that time, you're just half naked like now" you waved your hands to the appearance of him wearing only a towel around his waist.

"Wait until I open-"

"wow, easy boy.. just shut up!" you smack his shoulder a little hurt.

Stephen winced and rubbed his shoulder that you smacked before he took both of your hands and held them tightly. His face softened as he looked at you and appreciated the things you did to him just now.

"thanks for helping me cut and shave me. I can't really describe how much you have done for me. So thank you" Stephen complimented.

"I'm just returning the favor you did to me before" You muttered.

"and yet this also means something to me" he put his forehead on your forehead and closed his eyes. So was you too.

You sighed heavily. "can we just be like this forever? like hangout with each other, treat each other like we did when we were kids. Can we do that again?"

"I want to do that too. Hangout with you until both of us fell asleep or just us having a silence moment together until we get bored and want to do something silly" Stephen replied, slowly rocking his and yours body together side by side . Stephen let go of your hands and put his hands on your waist.

You automatically put your hands on his shoulders and unconsciously played with his back hair. "I miss you.. I miss us"

Stephen sighed lightly. "I miss you too.. I miss us too.. We are just so busy with life that we rarely see each other"

You hummed. "Have you apologized to Christine? You know after you outburst your frustration on her. Even though you two have broken up, it doesn't mean you don't have to apologize to her. She deserves your forgiveness, Stephen"

"don't worry, I'm planning to email her for the 40th time again" Stephen said.

"She didn't reply to any of your emails?" you parted away from his forehead and stared at his face with a dumbfounded look.

"no, she.. I don't blame her for not replying to my emails.. she deserves to do that. She probably wants space" Stephen sighed and stared back at your face with a sad look.

"Oh, Steph. I'm sure she'll open her heart to accept your forgiveness" You stroked the back of his hair gently.

"What did I do to deserve a person like you?" Stephen muttered.

"we know each other for a long time, I'm sure you understand what kind of person I am" you replied with a twinkle in your eyes.

Stephen stared at your eyes for a long time. Stephen is no stranger to how you both treat each other. Whether it's touching, hugging or kissing one another's cheeks in greetings. That's what friends always do, right?

'friends' Stephen thought bitterly.

Friends are not like this. Hug like you've been together for more than 2 years. Not that they both care, they know and understand each other better than their own partners. It's like peas in a pod, meaning never separated and always going everywhere together and doing work together. Not counting a few months of silence treatment they did but still both of them always thinking about each other.

Is it possible to love your childhood friend? It is not impossible as this kind of thing has been experienced by many other people in this world so it is not surprising if one of them starts to confess.

Stephen's eyes stared at your own a few moments before he broke his staring by looking down. He sighed.

"I think I need to say this to you" Stephen began.

You looked at him confused. Stephen let out a small sigh and stared at your face in new found confidence.

"i-" Stephen paused. "we've been friends since we were both 10 years old until we were 40. Our friendship has never been challenged or broken even if we both fight or have a disagreement. We always apologize and help each other in our own way and that never becomes less in our friendship." Stephen put his hands on both of your cheeks. His face softened.

"And I think we should be more than that. We rely on each other no matter what happened and it's doing something inside of me like something flutter inside me whenever you help or accompany me in anything. I just love your presence, your voice, your knowledge about anything and I love what kind of person you are. In fact, I love everything about you because you are different from others. You don't care about other people's things. You don't care about what people say about me Nor did you care to be friends with me even though I have high ego and arrogance. You're still with me even after knowing that I'm dating Christine.. I don't realized that i pushed our friendship away knowing you just wanted to keep this friendship but then again, dating with Christine is not the same as I was with you. I didn't realize that I really want you..I have done all kinds of things for you so that you can get a hint that I actually want to be more than a childhood friend. I'm just afraid to say this to you. I'm just afraid that you don't have the same feeling about me. I still think that you are not destined for me but now I can see the other way" Stephen confessed.

You are speechless. 'He likes me' you thought. The heart began to beat faster when the long-hidden feelings now rose again. After all this time he likes you back. He returns your love to you. You are just blind and don't realize that all this time Stephen has done all sorts of things that a good friend would never do. He showed his love for you in an unspeakable way. He returns your love without saying anything but he used action to tell you that he likes you. Unspoken love in this term, he doesn't dare to say that he really loves you more than childhood friend and he wants more than that with you. The way he shows how much he loves you is so big and more than enough but you just blinded by your own doubt not knowing that he too feel like you doesn't have the same feeling to him.

"Stephen" you whispered, hands reached to rubbed Stephen's hands on your cheeks.

Stephen looked down, ashamed."I understand that you don't have the same feelings for me, but at least I can say what I want to say to you about my feelings that have been hidden in my soul for a long time. I always love you no matter what."

You softened your looks at him and caressed his cheeks softly. " Steph, you don't need to explain it, because I also have feelings for you. It's been a long time but I don't have the courage.. I don't have the courage to tell you this.. I'm afraid you'll reject me because I think it will ruin the friendship we built a long time ago"

Stephen shook his head and rubbed your cheeks with his thumbs. "no, don't say it will destroy our friendship.. we are the only two who don't have the courage to confess to each other. But only time will tell how organized our story is.. Look at us now, confess to each other. I always love you " Stephen leaning closer to your face.

You stared at the multicolored eyes in front of you with a softened look engraved on your face. Admire a beautiful galaxy in his eyes. Along with his face that you grew up with. And without hesitation, You leaned closer to his lips with yours. Kissing each other lips passionately without one of you parting away. Stephen returned the kiss deeply savoring the warm feeling of your lips with his eyes closed. His hands automatically go to your neck to bring your body closer to him while your hands slide to his firm chest.

After a good five minutes, the two of you parted away from each other to breathe with smiles on both of your faces and then both of you giggled like school kids whose love was returned by their crush. You giggled while rubbing Stephen's chest while Stephen giggled while rubbing his thumbs on your neck gently.

"wow" you giggled and put your head on his chest.

Stephen put his right hand on top of your head and gently rubbed your head while his left hand slide to your hips. His head on top of your head and then he automatically kissed the crown of your hair tenderly. "I know, love."

You blushed at that new nickname he gave you and hide your face on his chest. And then the atmosphere was quiet and the two of you enjoyed each other's warm embrace with an aura of love and affection around the two of you. Only your two breaths could be heard in Stephen's room.

Stephen decided to break the silence. "So you and that woman before had no relationship, right?"

"Dhani? Oh! no no.. me and her are just friends.. nothing happens between us.. She and John are the only ones who have something.. She's always disappearing with John" you moved your head to the side and listening to his heartbeat.

"oh, ok.." Stephen muttered.

You raised your head to look at Stephen with an arched eyebrow. "why.. do you think I'm into a women now?.. Gosh.. no, I still have lust for men and that man is you" you stand on your tip toes and peck his lips.

Stephen blushed. "But it's true what you said.. John also always disappears with Dhani.. Something must happen between the two of them.." Stephen paused. "wanna make a bet?"

You looked at him in disbelief. "Like when we were stupid teenagers? Remember that I lost a lot to you."

"That was before, but now maybe there is luck. Who knows, you won anyway.. My bet is John who confessed to Dhani first"

"fine.. Mine was Dhani who confessed first with her weird way" you mumbled.

"Whoever wins gets 10 rupees" Stephen added.

You hummed. "enough to buy ice tea.. deal" you started holding out your right hand to seal the deal.

Stephen nodded and without hesitation shook your hand with his and shook it a few times before kissing the back of your hand as an extra. "deal"

#benedict cumberbatch x reader #benedict cumberbatch #doctor strange x female reader #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange imagine #unspoken love #benedict cumberbatch x female!reader #doctor strange 2016 #doctor strange x reader #doctor stephen strange #marvel cinematic universe

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Last Updated: 2024-02-06

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite BBC!Sherlock Holmes stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

✑ A Week Early￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: You and Sherlock are having your first children; who've thought the famously emotionless detective would be such an anxious father.

✑ A Little Love and Lots of Laughs by eurusholmmes • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "It's been five years since you met Sherlock Holmes, four since you fell in love, and three since you married. [Now], you have [two children] who... happen to love picnics, swimming and spending time with their cousin Rosie and Uncle John."

✑ Absence of You by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "[You're] away on a mission…, leaving Sherlock to wrestle mentally with his importance in [your] life and how badly he wants [you] home."

✑ Always Attract by luxwritesfanfic • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "The strobe lights won't stop blinding him and Sherlock can't seem to shake the feeling that he's missing out, until he realizes he isn't."

✑ Bedside Manner by luxwritesfanfic • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "Sherlock figures out who the father is and [a cat's got your] tongue."

✑ Brother, Annoying Brother by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 •

Summary: Sherlock's, once again, struggling to express feelings, refusing to admit he fancies you. Luckily, Mycroft knows just how to get him to confess.

✑ Champagne Problems by leftperfectionmoon • 〔A᜶C〕 •

Summary: reader turns down her boyfriend when he proposes to her as she has been in love with sherlock all this time.

✑ Closed for Today by coppercatswrites • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Sherlock closes shop to take care of you while you're sick.

✑ Come Home by lykaonimagines • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Following Mary's death, Sherlock sent you away to prevent you from stopping him from doing what he felt he had to do to save John. However, now that you're back and has all the details, you're not sure your relationship can survive it.

✑ Don't You Dare Say "I'm Sorry" by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "Sherlock Holmes had sparred with many an intimidating nemesis. He'd faced off against the most fierce, twisted, cold, hard, calculating, fearful opponents known to man, however none of adversaries that had come before had invoked such terror and panic as the one he was currently staring down."

✑ Exact Opposite by lykaonimagines • 16+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When his brother still refuses to get dressed and take the case he has for him seriously, Mycroft calls [you in] to handle the situation."

✑ Expectant by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "[You're] acting strange, and Sherlock notices. [After] confessing the truth and... He struggles to find the words."

✑ Feeling is Mutual, the by classickook • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "You've been harbouring a crush on Sherlock for quite some time now but are determined to keep it a secret for as long as [possible]. Foolish of you to think he wouldn't figure it out... and maybe he'll even return your sentiment?"

✑ Game is On, the by classickook • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You have a little surprise for Sherlock that turns out differently than you had originally planned."

✑ Headache by bewarethecrazyperson • 〔F᜶C〕 • 🚫 •

Summary: "...While it was rare for you to get a proper headache, it wasn't unfamiliar for you or the boys when one resurfaced. They usually let you be, knowing that rest, medication and sleep would usually take care of the problem. [However,] what happens when you accidentally take one of Sherlock's pills?"

✑ Holmes, the by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 •

Summary: When Sherlock's parents invite you to dinner, mistaking you for his girlfriend, it pushes their son to finally tell you how he feels.

✑ If You're Shy (Let Me Know) by classickook • 18+ • 〔E᜶M᜶F〕 •

Summary: "When Irene won't stop teasing you about your lack of experience, Sherlock comes to your defence and maybe even proves the woman wrong."

✑ Ignorance and Lunch Dates by thepokyone • 〔M᜶F〕 •

Summary: "Sherlock was clever. Everybody knew that - especially you, considering you had been friends with him since high school. Being friends with Sherlock had its pros, but it also had its cons."

✑ Jealous? by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: {…}

✑ Jealous, Love? by annesthaeticc • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♡ •

Summary: "Sherlock Holmes doesn't get jealous. Well, that was until you volunteered to help him out on a case that puts his feelings for you in jeopardy."

✑ Kidnapped by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ • 🚫 •

Summary: {…}

✑ Kissing Advice by imagine-by-susu • 〔A᜶C〕 •

Summary: When Irene taunts Sherlock with his sexual inexperience, the detective seeks out your advise on the matter. However, the situation does go quite how Sherlock hoped…

✑ Let's Have Dinner￨Prt. II by classickook • 〔A〕 •

Summary: "as Sherlock's neighbor and friend, you've spent quite a bit of time with the detective and developed feelings for him. unfortunately for you, however, his heart belongs to another."

✑ Make Up by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Although you never enjoy fighting with Sherlock, you love making up afterwards.

✑ Men by imaginesbyella • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You work at the MI-6 Headquarters for Lady Smallwood. You love your job, but one day someone shows up and things get a little bit weird."

✑ Nicknames by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "4 times you used nicknames for Sherlock."

✑ On Edge￨Prt. II by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "Sherlock has no cases and John forbid him to smoke... [leading] Sherlock to find other ways to take out his frustration and, at the same time, showing [you] what it's like to be on edge."

✑ Other Woman, the by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: {…}

✑ Puppy Luv by annesthaeticc • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "While on a case, Sherlock Holmes stumbles upon a new friend… He brings her home, and fluff ensues."

✑ Rest of Our Lives￨Prt. II by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Sherlock returns home late after a week long case, and contemplates the current state of their relationship."

✑ Safe Space by lykaonimagines • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "During an argument over one of Sherlock's experiments, [you realize] some events in his life have impacted him more than he usually let on."

✑ Sentiment by goldencherriess • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Sherlock finds himself entranced by Lestrade's best friend and co-worker."

✑ Tipsy by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: When John and Sherlock return to the flat, absolutely smashed, it's up to you and Mrs. Hudson to ensure they're looked after.

✑ Waltz by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 •

Summary: {…}

✑ White Lillies by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 •

Summary: You mistakenly confess you feelings to Sherlock, as it happens his reaction is rather sweet.

✑ Woman, the by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "[You] enters 221B and instantly notices the smell of another woman's perfume. [You realize] it's Irene Adler who is [trying] to convince Sherlock that she is a better woman for him."

✑ Woman Who Was No Lady, the by whereiputtheotherstuff • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: A tense conversation with Irene Adler makes Sherlock realize something extraordinary about you.

✑ Why Do I Want to Do This Again

✑ You Don't Know Him Like I Do by classickook • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You're sick and tired of constantly hearing insults thrown at Sherlock about how he handles his emotions."

✑ Your Stupid Face by gaitwae • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Sherlock is too proud to admit to anybody he likes you, but John knows."

✑ Affirmation by eurusholmmes • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ All Day by classickook • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Announcement, the by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔M〕 •

✑ Another One!? by imaginesbyella • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Bad Day by oneshots-imagines-and-that • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Bagels by grace-writes-shit • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Birds and Bathtubs by deerstalkersanddangerousthoughts • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Blissful Morning by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Boring Days, the by thepokyone • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Cuddling? Cuddling. by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Dating and Doctors by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Emotions and Experiments by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 •

✑ Enjoy the Show Brother by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Fatherly Advice by imaginesbyella • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ F*ck It by coppercatswrites • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Jaw Kisses by eurusholmmes • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Keep Breathing by eurusholmmes • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Lust by geeks-universe • 16+ • 〔E〕 •

✑ Lying Detective, the by deerstalkersanddangerousthoughts •

✑ Made for Each Other by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Measurements by classickook • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Morning Light by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Never Stood a Chance by luxwritesfanfic • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ New Family by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ No Flirting by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Not on the Couch by imagine-by-susu • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Our First Kiss by eurusholmmes • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Our Little Game by justauthoring • 〔F〕 •

✑ Psychology of Cute by oneshots-imagines-and-that • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Resurrection by moonlightsong • 〔A᜶F〕 •

✑ Rewritten Memory by gaitwae • 〔F〕 •

✑ Safe in Your Arms by classickook • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Stressed by generallynerdy • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Tease by classickook • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Tell It Like It Is by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Texting by imaginesbyella • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ These Words Of Mine by eurusholmmes • 〔A〕 •

✑ Thinking Out Loud by grace-writes-shit • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Wedding Day by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Why Did You Kiss Me? by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 •

✑ Babysitting Rosie w/ Sherlock... by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • 𑁍 •

✑ Being Sherlock's Pregnant Wife... by tessimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Cuddling w/ Sherlock... by spilledkauffie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Dating Sherlock Holmes... by spilledkauffie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Getting into Trouble w/ Sherlock... by geeks-universe • 16+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

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geeky-politics-46 · 2 months

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Am I getting the urge to write a last-minute Valentine's story for our OG Stephen? Yes. Yes I am.

Or should i do it for Sinister Strange?

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softestqueeen · 7 months

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i can't do this anymore!

pairing: bbc!sherlock x gn!reader

summary: When Sherlock overhears you talking on the phone, he thinks you're going to leave him.

warnings: nothing really, just miscommunication and a little angst

a/n: hey, this is my first ever fanfic so please be a bit patient with me. English is not my first language, I apologise for all the mistakes I've probably made.

Sherlock and you have been in an relationship for almost two years and so far everything was going great. Well, at least that’s what Sherlock thought.

Until one day, when he overheard you on the phone talking to your best friend, Mary. It wasn’t his intention to eavesdrop, but you looked upset while talking and he just wanted to assure he wasn’t the cause for it.

You were on the phone ranting to your best friend about wanting to quit your job. It didn’t make you happy anymore and you’ve already applied for new jobs. You didn’t tell Sherlock yet, because he was very busy with one of his cases and didn’t want to bother him with something that could wait.

“I’ve noticed that in these past few weeks I wasn’t happy anymore with this situation. I can’t keep on doing this, it’s just too much. So the only right thing to do, is end it. Once and for all.”, you told her.

Hearing this, Sherlocks heart shattered. He thought you were happy with how things were in your relationship, but apparently that was not the case. He couldn’t hear what Mary said on the other end, but he could hear very clearly that your plan was to end it tomorrow.

He couldn’t lose you. You were his everything, his reason to live. You made his life worth living and managed to break down the walls he built to protect himself. He trusted you with his life, so just thinking about you wanting to break up with him, nearly send him spiralling.

He didn’t know what to do or say so hedecided to wait until tomorrow and then beg you to not break up with him. Even if he’d have to get on his knees and beg. Alone the thought of you leaving made tears well up in his eyes.

He quickly composed himself, because he could hear you saying goodbye to your best friend. Acting like he was in his mind palace when you entered, gave him some time to think about what to say tomorrow.

“Hey Sherly”, he could hear your joyful voice call for him, but choose to ignore it, keeping up with the act. You were not happy at all with Sherlock ignoring you. After all the time you’ve spent with the consulting detective you knew when he was really in his mind palace and when he was just pretending.

With a frown on your face, you bent down to be at eye level with him. You crossed your arms and lifted an eyebrow. The moment you lifted your brow you could already hear the defeated sigh from your boyfriend.

“Hello, love”, he greeted you with a tight lipped smile. Immediately a crease started to form between your brows. “Is everything alright, honey?”, you asked him. “Yes, everything is just fine, love. I just have to.. uh.. go to a crime scene. Exactly, John called, he needs my help. Now. Don’t wait up for me.”, while explaining his not really convincing plan he put on his signature coat and his scarf.

He kissed you on the side of your head and left without another word. You could just mumble a short “take care” before you heard the door to the busy streets of London shut closed.

Not going to lie, you were worried. Why was he acting so weird all of the sudden? He seemed almost distant. Normally, when something is on the genius’ mind he talks to you. You’ve made a lot of progress since you first got together and talk about almost everything. You knew each other so well, you could always tell what’s on his mind, even if he doesn’t like to admit that. It’s his own fault, if he teaches you to deduct people. But in this case you wanted to wait until he came to you with his worries. Whatever it was it seemed to really bother your boyfriend.

Sherlock wandered around aimlessly before he returned to Baker Street. He wasn’t ready to face you just yet, so he did something he rarely did. He visited his house keeper Mrs. Hudson. He was that desperate.

He knocked twice, before the elderly woman opened the door with a surprised smile on her lips. “What do I owe the honour to, Sherlock? You never come to visit me.”, she ushered him in and set on a kettle.

“Uhm… I fear y/n wants to break up with me.”, he mumbled, not daring to look Mrs. Hudson in the eyes. “Oh, Sherlock! What makes you believe that?”, she wanted to know from the detective, that has grown into her heart and is now like a son to her. She was worried, she knew how much you meant to him.

On the other side she also knew how much you loved him and doubted that you wanted to end things. Sherlock told her what he overheard of your conversation. “But Sherlock, are you really sure that’s what she meant? Couldn’t she have been talking about her job or something?”, she wanted to know.

He just shrugged and sipped his tea.

“I think you should go and talk to her, Sherlock. Maybe it’s all just a big misunderstanding.”, she reasoned. Still unsure of himself he nodded and thanked her for the advice. “Anytime, Sherlock, anytime.”

He went back into the flat you two shared, first as flatmates and now as lovers. He couldn’t see you anywhere and softly called out your name. He went into his bedroom, which the two of you mostly share and found you underneath the blanked, hugging his pillow. The dried tears on your face made his heart shatter.

He wasn’t sure what to do, thinking he messed up. He undressed and put on his pyjamas, but instead of joining his lover in the bed, he went back to the living area and settled on the couch. It wasn’t comfortable but he couldn’t sleep anyways. At around 4 o’clock in the morning his exhaustion won and he fell into a dreamless slumber.

You woke up to an empty bed. It wasn’t something new, but you worried about your boyfriends whereabouts. A lot.

You got up and found him asleep on the couch, looking incredibly uncomfortable, his tall frame not fitting into the small space provided. You started to rub your hand up and down his arm to wake him up.

Slowly he opened his blue-green eyes and looked into your e/c eyes. He sat up, stretched and then looked at you like a kicked puppy. If you looked close enough you could even see a pout forming on his plump lips.

“Sherlock, what’s wrong?”, you asked cautiously.

After a very pregnant pause he chocked out, “Please don’t leave me. I- I- I just cant live without you, you are my everything!”

You looked at the tear that rolled down his face, taking a path over his high cheekbone to the corner of his lip, with utter shock and heartbreak.

“Oh darling, what makes you believe I want to break up with you?”, you sat down next to him, cupped his cheek and used the pad of your thumb to wipe away a new tear that threatened to roll down his face. “I love you so much, I would never leave you!”

Sherlock released a shaky breath and leaned forward, making your foreheads touch. He cupped your face and whispered with his eyes closed, “I thought you’re going to leave me. I- I was so scared I-“ “Shh, it’s alright, darling. I’m not going to leave you. You’re stuck with me now.”

The last sentence made the detective smile. You furrowed your brows. “What made you think I was going to leave you?”, you wanted to know. He looked hesitant and then admitted, “I heard you talking to Mary about how fed up you were and that you wanted to end things. I assumed that you were talking about us.” He avoided looking at your eyes.

You chuckled a bit but stopped when you saw his puzzled expression. “I want to quit my job. I’m not unhappy with us, silly, I’m unhappy with my boss and my colleagues. I haven’t told you about it because you’ve been so busy with your case.”, you reassured him, “Why did you eavesdrop on our conversation in the first place?”

“You looked worried and I wanted to be sure that I’m not the cause of it. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”, he confessed. You knew that when he dropped the words ‘I’m sorry’ he really meant it.

“It’s alright, you meant it well.”, you told him, “I wish you would have been honest with me from the beginning, but I could have asked you what’s going on when I noticed you acting weird. From now on we know better.”

“You are right. As always.”, even though he whispered the last part, you’ve still heard it.

With a soft smile you stood up, “Come on darling, let’s go to bed.”

He immediately stood up, picked you up bridal style and took you to his bedroom.

He was just glad, he still gets to call you his love.

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strangelockd · 8 months

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Hii!! How are u? 🥰

Could you write something with the prompts 7.“how mad would you be if i kissed you?” and 2.“my lipgloss is all over your lips.” from the fluff list with Stephen pls

Fates Embrace

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Sinister Strange x FemReader

Summary: Your sick at the Sanctum and Stephen being poor with words tries to comfort you in his own special way leading to a much greater surprise.

•Im slowly chipping away at my requests and this one was so long overdue. I really tried keeping it fluff but i couldn’t help myself. There were many directions that this fic could have taken but I hope you love it. The story was inspired by Harry Styles and you can find the song on my Sinister Playlist•

“Sinister was fully convinced that if you tasted half as divine as the forbidden fruit of Eve, then he absolutely understood her succumb to the surrender of temptation”

You had been nauseous for days, and no amount of rest seemed to make it better. With a shaking hand, you reached for the bed pan, the cool porcelain a welcome contrast to your already warm skin. Setting the bed pan on the floor, you groaned, wiping the leftover vomit from your cheek. Yep you definitely were sick no doubt. Despite having everything you needed from herbal tea to nausea medication, Sinister still paced the room in a worry for your health; you are his world after all.

Leaning against the foot of the bed Sinister pawed the comforter on the four poster bed, “are you sure there's nothing else I can do for you my love,” eyeing you like a hawk he was seeking your gaze making sure you were not just playing the hero. Stephen could always see right through your poker face. Letting out a small hum you smiled reassuring him, “Babe relax, it's just a little bug. You as a doctor even said it's more than likely a common cold, trust me I will be fine in a few days.”

Sinisters chilled hands slowly slithered from the warmth of the blankets, searching for your feet, which were hidden under the many layers of blankets, “Yes yes I know my pet, it's just that I can’t help but worry for you so,” his grip tightened more around your ankles as if you would disappear like smoke. Sinister had always felt alone in the world, and he had never expected to find someone who could make him feel so connected and loved. He had believed that he could never be happy, but you knew deep down that Sinister was willing to do anything to keep you in his life. The thought of losing you was unbearable to him, and it felt like his own personal hell.

Seeing the worry laced in his eyes you shot him a comforting smile,“Stephen, trust me I'm not going anywhere. You know i'm with you forever in this life,” extending your arms outwards beckoning him to join you. Sinister for a second was taken aback; feeling a sudden warmth spread over him he couldn't help but grin, his heart swelled with your irrevocable love so much that he could burst. Letting out a soft contented sigh he couldn't help but feel unbrimmed joy for being so wanted by such a divine woman. For how could he say no to his queen, the very person he would sacrifice his own life for.

Kicking off the heavy boots they made a slight thump against the wooden floorboards as your husband manifested a beautiful purple indigo smoke. The smoke cascading around him as he opted to change into his comfiest pair of dark purple pajamas leaving you in awe. You have been with him for years and even doing basic things, Sinister was the pure definition of elegance and it bever failed to leave you breathless. Feeling the weight of his form shift on the mattress, Sinister slowly made his way across the burgundy comforter. He snuggled close to you, wrapping himself in the warmth of the covers sighing contentedly.

Sinisters scarred hands reached over to gently cup your jaw placing a delicate kiss to your forehead. He nuzzled his nose against yours adding softly, “…In this life. And the next my love. For I have crossed oceans of time to find you and I will never lose you,” his finger traced your cheek softly as his blue eyes searched yours, the sentiment making you blush a deeper red. Placing a hand above his you leaned in to his touch, batting your lashes softly you couldn't help but melt into his eyes that reflected your very own.

“And you'll always have me, Stephen Strange,” breathing in his scent you closed your eyes, “For my heart and soul are yours and yours alone,” breaking the gap Sinister leaned into your lips. The sudden connection made you moan as he traced your lower lip with his tongue tasting your skin. It was so hypnotic, so mesmerizing that you suddenly snapped back to reality pulling away not wanting him to catch your cold. Feeling your resistance his strong hands only pulled you flush to his chest.

“Babe, don’t! You'll catch whatever I got,” you protested. Sinister couldn't help but chuckle at your declaration.

“Darling, I'm a man with the power of gods. It will take more than a cold to stop me from adoring you”, feeling the brush of his goatee against your delicate earlobe. His lips were so close to yours that you could feel his heat radiating from them. His lips ghosted your collarbone, his breath sweet and warm as he continued to ghost across your soft skin, sending a shiver of pleasure through your body and a fire of desire awakening in your core. Cocking his head to the side Sinister gently pinched your chin between his thumb and forefinger, eyes laced with mischief he had a better idea in mind.

“How mad would you be if I kissed that beautiful mouth of yours?” He smirked, taking note of your sudden tight grip on the crimson sheets. Hes such a fucking tease…

Pulling away once more in an attempt to resist, you looked into his eyes and you could clearly tell that all your husband wanted to do was to be there to make you feel good no matter what. “I dunno,” biting your lip you smirked, “why not find out.” The familiar feeling of his hands slithered against the back of your neck as he pulled you in slowly, kissing you once more he tasted the sweetness of your lips. The essence of strawberries sticking to his mind imprinted on his eidetic memory forever. He wanted to drown in you for the rest of his days. You both pulled away chuckling like a couple of school kids as his hands sought your face tracing your jawline, his breath welcoming against your soft delicate flesh.

“Delicious,” he cooed, giving your lower lip a gentle nip.

Damn him…

Sinister always brought you great joy even on days you were not at your best, times when you were sure he would leave after seeing your unsavory sides. You knew that deep down he would walk through fire for you, proving all too well his devotion time and time again leaving you with no doubts. Sinisters hands trailed down your curves resting at the slope of your hips guiding you to his lap. You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his once more as his hands traced your thighs gripping them firmly. Pulling away to look into your eyes he smiled brushing your cheek with unbridled admiration.

“I love you y/n,” he proclaimed, palms giving a slight tremble, “you know that right?”

Your heart swelled at the profession of his words only for them to taper, it broke your heart knowing he was alone for so long and yet still felt uncertainty about your devotion. Years if self loathing convinced him that his blackened heart was too difficult to bear, that he was a burden and needed to hide from the light forever. But here you are loving it through all the dirt to bare something of a diamond underneath the crevice of his newly alivened heart.

Heart racing you leaned in kissing him deeper, showing him how much he truly means to you. His moans drowning all thought as you pulled away looking him in the eyes. “And I love you Stephen Strange. I always have,” nibbling his earlobe in return you felt his grip tighten. You were sure there would be mark’s later no doubt, but in the moment you couldn’t care less. He growled pulling you in for another kiss, taking note of your nightgown riding up your thighs he smirked suddenly flipping you to once more your backside.

“Stephen!” You cried feeling him slither down between your thighs taking note of what's below. Or lack thereof.

“Hmm no panties?” His eyes suddenly turning dark and piercing it shot right to your center causing you to involuntarily rock your hips against his goatee.

“Mmm ya,” giving a teasing smile, “Didn't feel like it,” flashing him a cheeky wink it only spurred him on more to dig into your needy heat inhaling your arousal.

“You naughty girl,” his voice laced with a husky desire as you felt the welcoming sensation of his fingers slipping deeper into your thighs. His fingers gliding between the folds of your heat as his thumb traced circles around your clit.

“Always so wet for me my pet,” slipping two fingers inside he watched as your body writhed against his touch, “and my cock isnt even inside you yet,” he teased, pumping his digits at a steady pace. Sinister watched in awe as he felt your pussy clamp down like a vice around his fingers.

“You're such a good girl. Do you know that? Do you know how beautiful you look coming undone by my hands?” His eyes glowed under the light as he watched on, your legs trembling. He felt them spread wider, practically welcoming him to feast upon you. You get off on the praise, and he knows it all too well. Your body arched and pebbled against his touch as if you were fabricated just for him. Your reaction alone was enough to make his stiffened cock ache between his trousers. The only thoughts going through his mind were mine mine mine…like a sacred prayer only for you.

“I adore you. Your absolutely beautiful,” he purred, pressing his face into you deeper he traced his tongue over your wet folds making you moan deeper only urging him to need more. Sinister wanted to drown in your essence for this was his paradise and his alone, you locked around him wanting to be entangled in this state for eternity. Swirling your clit in a figure eight his mouth continued its assault as he felt your climax grip around his digits, you were close and nothing felt more sweeter or divine than this very moment. You moaning for him and only him alone. Your fingers laced through his ravenous strands pushing him deeper as his hands reached up, ripping the straps off your gown to expose your perfect bare breast on display. His hands immediately seeking your exposed nipples, giving them a gentle twist. It was just enough to send you over the edge as his right hand continued pumping in and out of your throbbing cunt claiming him only tighter.

Sinister takinging in the staggered rise and fall of your breath he placed his hand on the flat of your stomach in an attempt to steady yourself. For a moment he felt something…a heartbeat. But it…it can't be? His heart fluttered and flipped all at once with the sudden possible realization but there was something more pressing that demanded his attention and that was you.

“Ste-Stephen I’m gonna!”

The echo of your pleasured moans suddenly snapping him back to reality. This is the only thing he ever wants to do, be lost in you. Devoting every waking moment to your pleasure.

“That's it! That's my girl,” His thumb pressing firm circles on your clit as his lips traced yours, “your so beautiful when you come”

Your mouth shot open in a silent scream as you arched off the mattress, your heat riding his digits as he finger fucked you through your orgasm. The curling of his hand making you see stars, he truly did have magic hands in more ways than one.

Sinisters mind suddenly shot to the thought of what he felt in the base of your tummy. Tracing his palm over his chest he instinctively placed the other over your lower tummy, your elbows propped you up as your heart fluttered when you casted your gaze upon your husband.

“Stephen? What's wrong?” You asked with bated breath.

“Nothing my love,” he spoke with promise, his gaze still fixated on your belly, “hold on and let me see here”

At first the sensation was warm as if being cloaked by a blanket fresh from the dryer. A soft purple glow emitted from your abdomen as you both witnessed what was clearly a little baby in your belly no more than 10 weeks. The motions of its little arms made tears form in your eyes. You couldn't believe it, and neither could Sinister but here you are in fact pregnant.

You traced his features taking note of his reaction, noticing the swell of tears in his eyes he sniffled looking up at you, “And I thought I've seen everything,” you brushed a stray strang away from his forehead; he couldn't help but grin wide.

Come to think of it It's not like safe sex was a part of your repertoire. You both were more shocked it just took this long to finally happen.

“You're not upset, are you Stephen?” Your heart filled with sudden rising dread at the silly question. The seconds felt like minutes as you waited on for your husband's answer.

Eyes widened he practically leapt forward his hands sought yours as he paused just a fraction from your lips. You couldn't help but feel the sudden thrill of it, his unbridled excitement and joy seemed to penetrate every cell of your body. The comfort of his large hands made you lean into his touch, you took a breath as he craned his neck down ensuring you met his gaze. The calm timber of his voice was slow and smooth like the sweetest of chocolate and all you wanted was to melt into him.

“Heavens no my sweet angel. I am beyond thrilled. For you have given me all the more reason for being alive, and I couldn't possibly love you more than in this moment.”

Hearing the soft sniffles he leaned forward nuzzling foreheads peppering you with kisses that spoke of promise, you just couldn't believe that you are with child. Instinctively you couldn't help but draw his palm forward over your bare belly once more, the soft purple glow emitting from his palm glowed once more revealing the miracle underneath leading Sinister to smile.

“So much for you being sick,” he chuckled, kissing you once more. Rubbing your belly softly you placed a hand above his, joining the three of you in unison.

“Seems like the doctor is getting a little rusty with diagnosing,” you teased, feeling him give a playful yet gentle shove so as to not hurt you or the baby.

You smiled leaning in, nestling your face against his. “Oh hush now kiss me once more”

For a moment, all was still and peaceful and you never wanted it to end. Wrapping his arms around your waist you took in the warmth and familiarity of him. With a contented sigh, he whispered, "I love you."

Tears rolled down your cheek as his thumb took the liberty of wiping them away gently. Your lips sought his as you mended once more into each other like the sand meets the sea. You've kissed many times but yet somehow it feels like your millionth and first all wrapped up in one. Sinister was fully convinced that if you tasted half as divine as the forbidden fruit of Eve, then he absolutely understood her succumb to the surrender of temptation. For nothing ever tasted so sweet.

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greengoblinswifey · 2 years

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You Deserve To Be Here

Pairing- Stephen Strange x Fem!Sorcerer!Reader, Mention of Wanda Maximoff x Reader(platonic)

Summary: Your crimes against the multiverse and Kamar Taj are pardoned, something Stephen doesn't agree with. Feelings are hurt and confessed.

Warnings: Multiverse of madness spoilers, Enemies to lovers, Angst, Cursing, Mentions of death, Unrequited love, Daddy kink, Unprotected sex, Oral sex(f receiving), Creampie, Praise kink.

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Strange had every right to hate you. You helped Wanda destroy Kamar Taj, murder almost everyone in it, try to take away America's powers and kill the Illuminati. It wasn't entirely your own doing, so thankfully, there weren't any serious repercussions. You were corrupted by the darkhold, Wanda and your desire to be with your family again. With Wanda gone, (you weren't sure whether she was dead or alive), you had to take the blame for her actions. After all, you were trained in the Sanctum and at Kamar Taj, you betrayed them.

"Watch where you're going, no reading and walking in the Sanctum," Strange sneered as you accidentally bumped into him.

"It was an accident and that's a stupid rule," you sneered back.

"Was also allowing Sara to be killed an accident? She was your friend."

Every chance he got, he took a jab at your actions. You already acknowledged your wrongs, what more did he want. You had no energy in you to argue and so you stormed away to your room.

Just like Wanda, you lost everything, the sanctum was all you had but you needed more. She convinced you to help her get America, then she would get you to a universe where your family was alive and you were with Stephen.

Secretly, you craved his validation and his love but you gave up and kept up the front that you hated him just as much as he hated you. He had always hated you, and now more than ever.

Later that night after crying for what felt like hours, you were finally about to leave your room but closed it as soon as you saw Stephen passing by. He quickly noticed that you had been crying. He had only seen you cry one other time before, when he had been snapped back and seeing you in that state hurt him more than the first time.

This time you were crying because of him. You closed the door and sat on the floor, your head leaning against it and waiting for him to pass by. Instead of his footsteps receding, they stopped outside your door and he sat down just as you were, your backs against each other, separated by the thick wood.

You both sat there silently, all that could be heard were the other sorcerers in the Sanctum--the few that hadn't perished.

"You don't deserve to be here. You don't deserve to be here after having so much blood on your hands. You deserve to suffer the same fate 838 Doctor Strange did, the same fate Wanda did," he spat, breaking the silence.

"And you think I don't know that? You think I don't wish I died like Wanda did? Fuck you Strange," you said, your voice cracking.

His jaw clenched, regretting his words and for a second, he contemplated comforting you but he left you behind the door, wallowing in guilt and remorse.

After he left, the waterworks began and when they started, they didn't stop. Deep down, you knew he was right. If it were anyone else Wong would've casted them out. You didn't deserve to be there.

The next morning, you didn't leave your room. Not to train, read books in the library or for food and Stephen noticed. Instead, you opened a portal to a pizza place and bought a box but when it was time to eat, you remembered the Sorcerer's words and lost your appetite. You slept all day, too ashamed and hurt to leave you room to see his face.

The next night, after another day of you isolating yourself, he put his ego aside and walked up to your room and knocked. His sling ring clinked as he did and he waited impatiently.

"Go away Strange," you finally answered.

"I'm not leaving until you open this door," he replied.

"Are you here to tell me that I don't deserve to be here?" you asked.

There was a pause.

"No Y/N. I was wrong for saying that," he sighed.

There was another pause before a click of a lock was heard and the door opened. Even in your depressive state, you still looked as beautiful as ever.

"What do you want?" Your tone was less harsh than it was before.

"You were being reasonable Y/N, in some sick and twisted way, you were. You lost so much, you lost the only family you had ever known and you just wanted to be with them again. To find the happiness you once had. I don't blame you Y/N. Another version of me did the same thing, destroyed the world and stole as much power as he could to get his love back. I was wrong for what I said. You deserve to be here. You deserve happiness," Stephen said.

A tear fell down your cheek at his sincere apology and you gave him a small smile. The first smile you had ever gave him, the first time you weren't butting heads.

"I'm sorry Stephen, I truly am. I've realized that losing my family was an Absolute Point in time, in every single universe, I lost them and I was selfish." Your voice gave out and eventually, you broke out into sobs.

Stephen's arms unexpectedly wrapped around you and he entered the room, kicking the door shut. The cloak of levitation wiped your tears and you gave them another smile.

You slowly let go of each other, silence falling as you stared longingly into each other's eyes.

His eyes averted down to your lips and before you knew it, your lips were locked in an intense kiss.

His large hand cupped your cheek, his sling ring cold against it as he deepened the kiss. It was filled with passion and need. His tongue lightly brushed against yours and he explored your mouth as if he was a starving man.

Pulling away to catch your breaths, his eyes were lust blown and his lips red.

"God, I've always wanted to do that," he admitted.

"Me too," you smiled, rubbing the grey hair at his temples that you had always found weirdly hot.

"Do you want this? Can I..." he trailed off, his cheeks getting red.

You took his shaky hands and placed them under your shirt, giving him the go ahead to tug it off. His breath hitched as your body was left only clad in your thong in front of him.

"You're stunning," he said, flabbergasted, "can I touch you?"

You took his hands and placed them on your soft breasts. He gently kneaded them and flipped you round, pushing you against the door. You shivered as he pressed his lips on your neck, kissing and sucking.

"Stephen, baby," you moaned as he pinched your nipples and continued sucking on your neck.

Your moans were even sweeter than he imagined. No melodious music could compare to it and he swore he could've came right there.

He captured your lips in another kiss, more hungry than the first time. He placed his hands under your ass signaling you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist.

"Mm- bed," you whimpered into the kiss and he eagerly complied, placing you on the bed. He broke this kiss and knelt between your legs. He kissed your clothed pussy, then your inner thighs and bit them.

"Lift your hips sweetheart," he whispered, tugging at your underwear. You lifted your hips and he threw the piece of fabric to the side.

"Fuck," he muttered lowly. You were absolutely drenched for him, your juices practically dripping on the clean sheets.

"Is this all for me?" he asked, scooping the wetness onto his finger and swiping across your clit.

"All for you daddy," you moaned.

His eyes darkened with lust even more at the title, practically black compared to his normal blue hues. He brought his fingers to your lips and you gladly sucked them off, humming at your sweet taste. You always thought he was daddy material.

He spread your legs and with his eyes on yours, licked from your entrance to your clit. A wave of pleasure coursed through your body and your hands went to his hair, holding onto it as he devoured you. He focused on your clit, taking the bundle of nerves into his mouth and sucking. He flicked it with his tongue, your breathy and high pitched moans encouraging him.

He sucked your inner thighs that were smeared with your wetness then teased your hole with his tongue before slipping his tongue inside.

"Daddy, fuck, just like that. Please," you cried.

Your pussy spasmed around his tongue and before you could give him a heads up, you squirted into his mouth. He lapped up all your juices, sucking as if you were his favourite drink.

You slid off the bed and went on your knees as he shed his robes onto the floor.

"No princess, it's about you tonight, yeah? Forget about me," he smiled, his hand rubbing your cheek.

He lifted you up and gently threw you onto the bed, causing you to giggle. It was just then that you took notice of his large, hard, leaking cock. You'd never been with someone as large as him and you were a bit skeptical he would fit.

"I'll fit darling, don't sweat," he smirked cockily.

You sat up and scooped your juices into your hand then slowly pumped his cock. He threw his head back as your small hand gripped and stroked his cock before you were satisfied he was lubed up enough.

He hovered over your naked body and planted kisses on your forehead, nose and lips before lining the tip with your dripping hole.

"Are you ready? It's not too late to stop, I completely understand if you don't want to go through with this," he whispered, taking your hand.

Truth is, he was terrified you had come to your senses and remembered your hatred for him.

"I want to baby," you smiled and kissed his sling ring.

You squeezed his hand a little as he slowly entered your warm pussy. He felt like he had died and gone to Heaven. Your eyes shut as the pleasure overtook you, his cock going deeper and deeper until he couldn't fit. He bottomed out and teased your clit with his tip and collected your wetness before slipping back into your pussy.

"So perfect, so good," he moaned into your ear.

"Daddy," you moaned.

Hearing you moan and finally adjust to his size, he couldn't help but drive into you harder. He was supposed to meet Wong earlier but he completely forgot, only thinking of the way your tight pussy was squeezing his cock.

As he thrusted into you, his lips brushing on yours, you could feel that familiar feeling building inside you. The breathy moan he let out in your ear did it for you, and your orgasm shot through you causing you to whimper and jolt under him.

"Good girl. Such a good girl for me. You're even more beautiful when you cum," he said, kissing your forehead.

Two orgasms in and you were already exhausted and your legs were jelly.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head feeling your warm juices coat his cock and he hardened even more inside you.

Your eyes fluttered shut, feeling his thrusts grow sloppier and more frantic.

"Eyes on me pretty girl." You opened your eyes, your lips parted as his cock brushed against your cervix over and over.

He pressed down on your clit with his thumb as he thrusted harshly, your body jolting upwards. Before you knew it, you could feel heat pool in your lower belly and you wrapped your legs around the Sorcerer.

"Daddy, gonna cum," you sobbed into his ear.

"Cum for daddy then princess, keep your eyes open and soak daddy's cock," he growled.

At his command, you rolled your hips, meeting his thrusts and came on his cock. The intense orgasm had you clawing his muscular back, leaving long red lines. He groaned at the stinging but pleasurable feeling.

The feeling of your juices once again coating his length made his third eye open and you stared up at it in awe as it stared back at you.

''You're so submissive for me," he smirked.

He rolled his hips slowly, savoring your warm wetness before he let his seed spurt into you and paint your walls white, all three of his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

"Fucking hell," he breathed as his cum filled you to the brim. You milked him dry, your pussy squeezing him as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

As soon as his load was emptied inside you, he collapsed on the bed and pulled you closer. He kissed your temple, then your forehead as you snuggled close to him and laid your head on his chest.

"That was amazing princess.. and I'm sorry for how I've treated you. You never deserved that, I was an asshole," he said.

"I'm sorry too, for everything," you replied, feeling a bit of shame at your actions.

All he did was hug you tight and pull you close and for the first time in years, you felt genuine happiness.

"You're everything to me Y/N, everything."

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arkytiorwrites · 1 year

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How the Avengers Would React…

To You Hiding and Injury, No Matter How Small

616 Stephen Strange x Reader

You and Stephen had been squirreled away in the Kamar Taj library for two weeks, doing everything in your considerable power to find a way to reverse the memory spell Stephen had cast for Spiderman. Stephen had been fine with leaving it be but you insisted that at least he, Mrs. Stark, young Morgan Stark, Happy Hogan, and a pair of teens named MJ and Ned remember evenething about New York's webslinger.

"OW! Mother trucker that hurts more than a buttcheek on a stick!” you swore from behind your wall of stacked books.

"What is it?” Stephen demanded, standing and using the Clock of Levitation to get around the books and hover anxiously at your side. ”What's wrong?"

"Paper cut. I'd take being stabbed over one of these little fuckers any day,” you grumbled as you squeezed the wound to your right finger to stem the bleeding.

"Haven’t they suffered enough?" the older sorcerer hissed as he glared balefully at the tome currently resting on your lap.

"Stephen, seriously. Take a chill pill, it's a papercut. I've had worse,” the you snorted as you pulled a Band-Aid from a pocket dimension and wrapped the offending cut.

"That doesn't mean you should suffer at all,” he argued back, carefully taking your hands and checking them over for any wounds you might have missed as he sat beside her.

"Ma cheri, it's sweet of you to worry, but you can't protect me from the world," you chided, slipping your hands from his shaky grasp to gently hold his face, the scratch of his beard tickling your palms.

"I can damn well try," he fired heatedly.

Cocking your head curiously to the side, you becan to get the feeling that there was a deeper problem behind the Master of the New York Sanctum's worry and over-protectiveness.

"Stephen, babe, you never worried this much before 2014 Thanos and the Snap. What's really goin' on, sweetheart?”

The former neurosurgeon remaind silent and stubbornly stared at his boots.

"Stephen? Come on, baby. I can't help you if you don't talk to me. I'm many things, but telepathic ain't one of them” you pressed.

"You were in a coma," the doctor finally whispered. "For five weeks, and there was no way I could help you. Nothing I did helped you heal or wake up, I couldn't even kill Thanos myself, let alone protect you because of that dawn flood. You were bleeding so much, darling. And I couldn't get to you!”

Terrified, angry tears were trailing down the doctor’s cheeks when he finally looked up, making it clearer than ever how much you meant to him.

"Oh, baby boy,” your murmured, heart breaking in your chest. "Come 'ere."

Stephen willingly curled against you, resting his head on your shoulder and holding you as tightly as he dared while you ran your fingers soothingly through his dark hair.

"Honey, I took that risk because I knew Tony needed a diversion to get the Stones from that raisin-faced bitch. I can heal from anything. Immortal, remember? I'm not leaving you anytime soon, gentil garçon, I promise. Death knows better than to fuck with me,” you reassured him, softly pressing a kiss to his forehead.

You two spent several hours curled up on that spot, you quietly humming, rocking , and petting his hair as you continued your research. Stephen remained tucked in your arms, re-enforcing in his mind that his darling was safe and whole.

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queenofspades6 · 2 years

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New Haircut – Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Stephen Strange broke your heart to protect you from himself, but when you leave the Sanctum without a word, he realised his mistake, but you’re gone… are you really?

Pairings: Stephen Strange x Reader.

Warnings: None! Just pure fluff and angst.

Author Note: Hi! I just had a new haircut, and I thought ‘what if I wrote a fic with trader having a new haircut, and Stephen Strange’. I hope you’ll like it! Feel free to like, comment and reblog my work, I am forever grateful for the support!

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Being Stephen Strange’s apprentice and also an Avenger wasn’t always easy. With the death of Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers, you couldn’t keep living in the Avenger Tower. Stephen Strange had always been of your deepest friends, and watching your distress, he asked you if you would love to learn the Mystic Arts. Without a second thought, you said yes.

And here you were, being his apprentice. There was always a spark of attractiveness, a spark of ‘something more’ between Stephen and you, but at the time he was with Christine, and then, he couldn’t let her go. However, with your stay at the Sanctum, everything changed. You were taught the Mystic Arts by several Masters, and obviously Stephen was your favorite. He was always spending more time to you, throwing you small glances when you were training, and always helping you practice after. To say you were in love with Stephen Strange was an understatement. But when you tried to tell him how you felt, Stephen almost rejected you. Not directly of course, but it still hurt. You could remember this night like it was yesterday.

“Stephen? Can we talk?”

He was sitting on the rooftop looking at the sun slowly retreating himself.

“About what?”He answered.

“About what I feel, how I feel towards you.”

His gaze was fixed on you, admiring your features, and how your brows were furrowed, scarily waiting for his answer. He took a deep breath before answering.

“We can’t.”

“What?”

“ I-I… You, and me, we can’t.”He repeated, not daring to look at you.

“And why’s that?”You questioned, your hands on your hips, anger rising in you.

“You know why.”

“I don’t. But what I know is how infuriating you can be sometimes, Stephen!”

His fists clenched, and his gaze remained on the ground.

“There’s Christine.”He spat, without looking at your face.”I still care for her.”

And with these words, your heart broke. He was still in love with Christine, probably in every universe, and there was nothing you could do about it. It was just meant to be.

So, you did what you did best. Fleeing. You left the Sanctum for a month, leaving a small note to Wong and Strange.

“I’ll come back.”

And you left.

Stephen spent weeks trying to understand what he did wrong, what led you to leave. He knew deep down; he was the one responsible. Lately, he had been cold with you, making you think he didn’t really care. And he remembered the conversation you had with him before leaving. You tried to confess, and even if he didn’t want to, he rejected you. It was easier for him to reject you, than love you. He was terrified of hurting you, and ruin everything. But while trying to protect you of himself, he lost you, and he couldn’t forgive himself.

‘What if she doesn’t come back?’Stephen asked himself every night. ‘What if she’s dead?’ So many ‘What if’ without any answer. It was driving him mad. He knew if you had left, it was for a good reason, and he had no right to look for you. He couldn’t. And he waited. Days after days, transforming into weeks. He was losing hope, every day telling himself ‘one more day, and I’ll look for her’ but he never did.

“Don’t go looking for her, Stephen.”Wong told him once in an authoritarian tone.

“What if she’s hurt? Or worse, what if she’s been kidnapped?”

“She’s not. Don’t forget who she is. She is not a child; she can handle herself without you.”

“But-“

“No, but, Strange. You didn’t lose her. Not yet.”Wong spilled.

“Not yet?”

“Nobody’s irreplaceable, Strange, and if you don’t say what you feel to Y/N, she’ll move on. She’s not gonna wait forever.”

Stephen Strange nodded. Wong was right. He needed to face his fears, once and for good.

*****

And one day, when he didn’t expect you the most, you entered the Sanctum, a huge smile on your face and a new haircut. Instead of your long brown hair, he found you with a square cut. You had left the Sanctum’s robes for a lighter outfit, a skirt and a t-shirt. When Stephen saw you, he couldn’t ignore your white aura lightening the room. He smiled.

You had finally returned.

He approached you with a sudden shyness.

“Y/N.”He murmured, almost like a prayer.

“Stephen.”You smiled.

“You look-“

“Beautiful? Brilliant? I know.”

A smile escaped his lips.

“I was going to say different, but that works too.”

“I needed some change. I needed to find myself.”You whispered, smiling shyly.

“I know, he replied, I am sorry.”

You frowned.

“You don’t need to be. Now I know how you feel. I am glad you told me.”

“Y/N-“Stephen tried to say.

“Let me finish, Stephen.”

He glanced at you and nodded.

“It was hard at first, but I am glad I know the truth. Better the truth than a sweet lie. And I needed to lose you to love me. Don’t apologize.”

Stephen saw the hurt on your face, and he hated himself for that. He wanted to protect you, and he failed. Because he lied to you, he destroyed you. ‘And what if I try?’He asked himself, fearing the answer.

“Stephen? Do you hear me? If you don’t wanna see me again, I’ll leave. Just say the word.”You bluttered, tears stinging in your eyes.

“Y/N! Listen to me.”

You didn’t want to, you wanted to flee again, and never return, but you had changed, and that new haircut gave you confidence.

“I am sorry I hurt you.”Stephen muttered.”I am scared, Y/N. I am terrified that if I let myself love you, I’ll hurt you.”

He took a deep breath, before looking right into your eyes.

“I lied when I told you I still loved Christine. I don’t. She’s happy, and I understood I wasn’t the one for her. And now, I am scared, I’ll hurt you too, Y/N, if I let myself love you.”

Tears were running down your cheeks, and Stephen was looking for your hands. He grabbed your hands and caressed them slowly.

“But what if it works, Stephen? What if you take the chance? Because if you don’t, you’ll never know the answer.”

He caught one tear falling on your cheek and wiped it with his hand.

“Love can hurt, Stephen Strange, but with the right person, it’s worth it.”You declared, a new spark of hope in your eyes.

“I love you, Y/N. Deeply. Sincerely. Universally. I won’t lie to you, I am scared I am not good enough for you, but without you gone for a month, i know I want to try. I need to try. I can’t ask myself everyday ‘what if she was with me?’."

You sobbed. It was too much to process right now.

“Y/N, be with me, you won’t regret it, I promise.”

You approached him, and he took some shy steps towards you. His hand touched your face and lingered on your cheek where the tears were falling, and then on your lips, where he had dreamed of kissing you. His lips were dangerously close, and you couldn’t say no to the feeling in your stomach. You kissed him. His lips were intertwined with yours in a passionate kiss, and his hands were rested on your back.

“Be with me.”He declared, almost like an order.

“I will.”

Stephen Strange smiled, and you swore you saw some tears in the corner of his eyes.

In Stephen’s arms, you smiled, and laughed.

“What is it?”He questioned.

“It’s my new haircut that made you change your mind?”You asked in answer, still laughing in his neck.

“Definitely.”

It was definitely because of the haircut.

Definitely.

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sobeautifullyobsessed · 6 months

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Pulling them into another kiss before either of them could catch their breaths. Defender/OFC of your choice, please

So, I started to fill this Ask three times, with three different scenarios, until I was able to finish this one. Not sure if I even like how it turned out, for it doesn't have the charm or ease I was hoping for. Still, at least it's written! Oh, and though you asked for one of my OFC's, I ended up using the same Sorceress that appears in my No Defense for the Heart series. Thank you so much for your patience and constant support, my friend!🥰🥰

Defender Strange x Sorceress Reader

edit by @doctorstrangeaskblog

Well this was not the way you'd planned to tell Stephen your life altering news. He had only arrived home from his latest mission with the Defenders twenty minutes ago, and you had hoped to allow him a while to acclimate to normal Sanctum life. Take a shower, see to any dings he may have suffered in whatever battle he'd endured, then sit down to one of his favorite home cooked meals (you'd learned once you'd moved to Bleecker Street, the necessity for a stasis spell; as Sorcerer Supreme and leader of the Defenders, his schedule was far too unpredictable to plan meals--so that you always had a couple set in stasis for when he had actual time to sit down and enjoy one). But all had been upended when you broke from his arms as you greeted him home, to rush to the bathroom before you lost your lunch all over him.

Stephen rapped firmly on the door again, his voice calm but clearly anxious. "You okay in there, honey?" You sat on the edge of the tub, breathing deeply while trying to calm the roiling in your tummy, not sure how to answer just yet. "Can I come in, baby? Maybe there's something I can do to help..."

You cleared your throat, then stood up on shaking legs. "Um...I'm alright..." You gave a quiet belch, hoping he didn't catch that. "Just give me a couple minutes and I'll be right out."

"Alright, Y/N...if you say so." Your heart gladdened at the concern and healthy skepticism in his reply. "But I'm not going anywhere until I can see for myself that you're okay."

"Yes, of course." You tried to sound lighthearted as you stepped to the bathroom sink and slathered paste on your toothbrush. "I just need to make myself presentable, darling." Plunging the brush in your mouth, you began to scrub your teeth and gums with the dedication of a newly minted dental hygienist. Once done, you splashed your face with water, noting how pale your cheeks appeared. Can't be helped, you thought, but maybe he won't notice. Following up with a double rinse of mint mouthwash, gargling each time. Hoping it would be enough to allay any suspicions Stephen might have that you weren't merely sick.

Taking one last look in the mirror, you fluffed your fingers through your hair and gave your cheeks a quick pinch to try a raise some healthier looking color. It would simply have to do. Composing your face to reflect a serenity that eluded you at the moment, you opened the door. The relief on Stephen's face at the sight of you made you smile sincerely.

"What happened, honey?"

You took his hand, leading him to the divan at the foot of the bed. "Nothing much, darling. I've just been...um...a little under the weather the past few days..."

His reaction was immediate; seeing that you were seated first, he laid a palm across your forehead. "Have you been feverish? Wong tells me there's a nasty bug running its course through Kamar-Taj - did you visit there while I was gone?"

"No...no," you assured him gently while urging him to sit, "Not since we were there together the week before last."

"Good," Stephen nodded, "Though you look really pale. Do you think it was something you ate? I know a charm that can help with that..."

"Yeah...no, I'm pretty sure it wasn't." You lowered you eyes, suddenly shy that the moment had come, and come so abruptly. Sensing your reticence, Stephen traced a finger along your jawline, stirring you to shiver, so that he immediately pulled you into his arms. You murmured against his neck, "And it may be a while until I'm gonna feel back to my old self..."

You felt him stiffen a little, his apprehension piqued by your cryptic reply. "Wait...is it something serious? Something requiring traditional medicine?" You realized you'd tripped Stephen's fierce protective instinct - something you had come to adore about him, especially when he directed it at you. "I knew the best doctors in every field in my days at Metropolitan General," he went on, a grim edge to his voice, "More than a few of them owe me favors..."

You shook your head against him, smiling despite how serious he'd become. "Darling, now as always, you're the only doctor I need." Moving enough to face him, running your fingertips across his furrowed brow, you added, "And you're the best medicine a woman... this woman...could ever hope for." Sighing hard, you twined the fingers of your left hand through his right, the diamond of your engagement ring softly glinting. "It's only that I've muddled up the order that we planned for ourselves...if...if you know what I mean..."

Now Stephen looked perplexed, for though you thought he had clues enough to reach the proper conclusion, this was one of those times when the answer was staring him in the face, but his prodigious mind failed to grasp the simplest of realities. "You know, the long-term plan. Engagement. Move in together. Tie the, uh...knot. And then, when the time is right..."

His eyes went wide as saucers while he gasped his surprise. "Start...start our family..." Stephen sputtered, "...when the time is finally right..."

"Uh-huh," you shrugged, feeling both sheepish and contrite, " I got a little ahead of schedule..."

"Oh, my baby doll," he grinned, "My sweet, sweet girl!" Barely leaving you a moment to draw breath, Stephen pulled you to him, planting his lips on yours, murmuring your name as he kissed then kissed and kissed you. Dazed and dazzled as you drew away, you had only a second to memorize his euphoric expression before he pulled your face to his again, for a deeper, more enduring kiss - which was all the assurance you needed to know that even the best laid plans of the most formidable Master of the Mystic Arts could be happily laid waste for sake of the woman who had laid her gentle, loving claim upon his heart.

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bakerstreethound · 11 months

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I've been wanting to tell you this since yesterday afternoon.... 👌 I beg Tumblr doesn't eat my ask but, listen Dr. Stephen Strange, not the super sorcerer! , Just stephen with Taylor's song. You're losing me. He being a doctor and not noticing her heart is not beating the same for him

Hey! Your ask thankfully didn't get eaten! So, I'm not much of a Swiftie (plz don't eat me) but I did my best to incorporate the essence of the song into this story and it's written mostly from Stephen's pov. There's a lot of angst involved and little to no comfort.

One Half of a Broken Heart

Stephen comes to the realization that your feelings don't run as deep as his so he learns to cope and become a better person for himself.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT claim, repost, copy, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03) Graphic by @firefly-graphics Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

We thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won't

Remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light

Now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time

******

The letter in his hands burns, evaporating in a plume of smoke and cinders. However hard he tried, the words on the page are seared into his skull, forever imprinted on his heart. How he wishes he could forget but there’s not a chance. He should have known this would happen, perhaps could have predicted it, but not so soon.

Looking back, he hasn't felt a pain in his chest surfacing this bad in many years. Perhaps he never should have struck up that conversation with you at the party at Karmar Taj Wong drug him to countless times, yet the conversations you had about your studies fascinated him, your willingness to put up with Wong and his antics as you calmly explained to him he reshelved the books incorrectly.

“He’s not so bad,” you told him as you sipped on your drink. “He starts to grow on you after a while.”

“Tell me about it,” Stephen huffed in response, a smile had begun to form. When was the last time he smiled? He couldn’t recall. You intrigued him, fascinated him became his rock and now this was all you left him?

Let me go, Stephen, I’m not what you’re looking for. We were never more than what happened last summer. I’m sorry it had to be this way. Remember me fondly as you can. Don’t worry about me, I’ll take care of myself. I wish you nothing but the best. You know I bled countless times for you, you need to let me go. I’m sorry it had to be this way. xxx.

But your shadow remained, haunting him bit by bit, even as he stared into the fireplace, watching the letter burn. Would he regret doing so?

You are nothing but a memory in his mind now, perhaps one of the better ones. He was a fool to think he could be enough for you. Yet, you rescued him in his darkest time, the unrequited love tugging him to you as a source of comfort. As with life people came and went.

Maybe the universe had bigger plans for him and he sighed, Cloaky settling on his shoulders with a flick of his finger. Cloaky still smelled faintly like you, almost an agonizing goodbye that you truly weren’t there with him anymore.

Cloaky’s collar reached up, caressing his cheek for a semblance of comfort, but only then did he realize the quiet tears slipping from his eyes. He slipped further and further, his heart burning at the realization crashing back to him. Was he so alone? For now, but he had Wong and a universe to care after.

He took a few breaths, gripping the sides of his armchair to steady himself as he gazed into the fireplace, the hot flames licking his cheek. He can’t find the strength to move.

How could he? You mattered so much to him and now in this time of sorrow, he knew it was a losing game all alone. You made your choice, he made his to love you from afar even if you didn’t choose him. You left your imprint on his heart and there he would carry you.

He thought he knew what he had until it was gone, yet with you it’s different. You mattered and he had taken everything for granted, your kindness, your forgiveness, your friendship.

The tears fell harder this time, throat stuck in a silent scream as he flung himself on his bed, curling up into a ball, letting the emotions fall. It hurt how he knew he wasn’t enough for you, giving you what you needed, but he could pull himself out of this mess, there was still hope for him. Now, it didn’t feel like it at the moment, but he wouldn't give up.

That’s the trap of falling for someone who doesn't feel the same watching them walk away or leave, carrying a shattered bit of your heart you can’t replace.

It was too late for him to say anything, but under the tears, under the comfort of Cloaky, he regained his strength day by day, week by week, even when he saw glimpses of you next to him, felt you whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

He knew it was nothing but a figment of his mind, some shattered piece of you following him, his guardian angel a reminder of what he lost encouraging him to find his future. For his heart didn’t beat for you any longer.

******

Stop, you're losing me

I can't find a pulse, my heart won't start anymore

******

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iamsherlocked1479 · 1 year

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Admit it

Word count: 1.9k words

Description: Sherlock believes that lingerie is pointless so y/n decides to prove him wrong, no matter the costs.

Warnings: 18+, very angsty, BJ, P in V sex, choking, slut shame

A/N: this is my apology for not posting as much hope you like it! But chapter 11 is about halfway done atm.

“I don’t get it!” Sherlock shouted at the television screen, jolting you awake with his movement, you had fallen asleep on him again, which of course he didn’t have a problem with.

“W-what now?” You ask dazed from your sleep

“These adverts look at those women.” He pointed to the ad you had seen thousands of times for a designer company showing off their new lingerie.

“Its just an ad?” You say confused, this is your punishment for letting him get to intrigued in the reality tv shows you watch, his attempt of proving he could be a normal boyfriend.

“Yes but I don’t get why lingerie is so amazing.” He turned to you

“Because its a way to feel pretty, seductive almost.” You laugh

“But you don’t need lingerie to look beautiful.” He added

“You know you should use that line more often.” You laugh

“I really don’t understand society.” He sighed and turned his head back to the screen.

“So you wouldn’t care if i wore something like that?” You ask

“I prefer you in nothing, we both know that.” He squeezed your thigh

“No but its meant to make their partners want them more. A treat i would say.” You thought how you ended up explaining the use of lingerie to your boyfriend who was very much experienced by now in the arts of physical relationships with you.

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“It does.” You laugh “its like when you wear that purple shirt that’s slightly too tight for you” you smirk as his brow raises

“That actually explains a lot.”

“Never mind the show is back on.” You point to the screen

“You’re just going to fall asleep again.” He smiled

“Would that be a problem?” You ask

“Never.” He added, and as usual he was right. You woke up the next morning in you shared bed trying to work out how you’d gotten there but then remembered your conversation from last night, maybe he would like it if you wore lingerie. You hadn’t exactly tried that before, you knew he was probably out on a case so you got dressed with your mission clear. Finding the perfect lingerie to seduce the great Sherlock Holmes, who also happened to be the man who never had physical relationships with anyone, in a physical relationship with you.

You started out with a few common clothing shops with nothing really taking your fancy so you decided it would be better to look in the expensive shops, like the one from the advert. You browse the isles being amazed by the different styles and colours in all shapes and sizes before finally seeing the perfect set.

On a mannequin in front of you was a purple laced bra and panties set. It was almost the same colour as his shirt so you knew it would be perfect, the bra was lace and obviously see through and the panties would fit your figure just right.

It was early evening by the time you got home, and Sherlock’s violin could be heard throughout the apartment. He smiled when he saw you, but didn’t stop playing. It was obvious whatever case he was on was really toying with his mind mind.

“I’m just gonna take a shower.” You yelled not expecting a reply, it was time to put your plan into action. You showered and washed your hair, whilst also performing for the various bottles of shampoo that probably wished they didn’t need to hear the same verse from careless whisper three times over. You towel dry your hair enough so it wouldn’t be dripping wet, without getting too frizzy the next day and slipped on the lingerie. And god it was perfect, there was no way in hell even Sherlock holmes could deny you didn’t look good, you weren't one for loving yourself too much but this made it difficult.

You left the bathroom wearing only the lingerie and Sherlock was still playing, but upon hearing you enter the room he began playing a careless whisper mocking your singing.

“Was I really being that loud?” You laugh

“I’ve heard worse.” He still hadn’t turned around, dam his stupid mind palace.

“So what case are you stuck on?” You ask moving to the kitchen and ignoring the severed human limbs to make tea.

“A soldier was murdered, found dead in the shower, no way in, no way out and no signs of a struggle. Just dead, it appears as if a ghost killed him.” He still hadn’t turned around, god he was arrogant sometimes.

“Would you like a cup of tea?” You ask

“Yes and is there any biscu-.” He stopped and finally laid his eyes on you. Your back was to him, your ass clearly showing.

“Everything okay back there?” You smirk

“W-what are you wearing?” He asked, you could have swore you heard a gulp.

“Oh this little thing? I picked it up today. What do you think?” You tapped the tea spoon on the cup and turned around, he watched your every move as you entered the living room. You place the tea on the table and walk over to him, now he was intrigued. It was time to play your game. “Sit please” you push him back into his chair and he falls back with a huff his eyes scanning every part of your body.

“I- I think its n-nice.” He watched as you teased him moving your hips as you turned around allowing him to look at everything.

“But you see I’m not sure about it, could you have a closer look?” You step towards him, and place yourself in his lap straddling his legs, with your chest in his face, his hands slid up your legs towards your hips, but you pushed them away. “Ah ah, remember I thought you didn’t see the point in clothes like this. In my opinion i’d say they’re pretty effective.” You could feel him twitching beneath you,

“Maybe they are helping a tad bit.” He shuffled in his seat trying his best to do as you said but he wasn’t going to admit you were right.

“Pitty, I thought they were working.” You began circulating your hips, grinding yourself against his growing length, letting out small moans of pleasure. You watched as he gripped the arms of his chair tightly at the sensation of you rubbing against him. You moved your hands to his chest and unbuttoned his shirt. His fingers moved closer to you tracing along your leg, but you stopped your movements and tutted. “Admit I was right and maybe I’ll let you touch.”

He grunted frustratedly he wasn’t one for admitting he was wrong, but here you sat in his lap grinding against him and he couldn’t even kiss you. “Shit” he sighed “fine you were right” you smiled at your win and pushed your lips against his and began moving faster.

“I can’t help myself around you, fuck baby.” He trailed his lips along your neck going in between the crevice of your breast with his tongue, he pulled down the straps of your bra and pulled your tits free. He took one into his mouth, nibbling the nipple slightly while gripping the other with his hand.

You gripped his hair pushing him further into your chest letting out more moans edging him on. You pushed your soaked cunt harder on him, making his cock rub against your clit beginning to causing the knot in your stomach to grow tighter, growing closer to your release. He purred into your chest as your wetness soaked through his trousers, which grew ever tighter with your work. You couldn’t hold it back any longer your hips jolted as you came,

“Oh fuck Sherlock yes, fuck you’re so hard its s-so good.”

“Mmm fuck i can’t wait any longer.” He stood up and carried you through the hall towards your bedroom, his lips still locked to yours as he kicked the door open and carried you to the bed. He dropped you there watching as you knelt below him, wiping the hair stuck to your sweaty forehead.

“Want your cock, baby, I need it.” You whimpered as you unbuckled his belt. You pulled down his boxers and watched as he moaned as you licked a stripe down his length before gently sucking on his balls as your hand pumped him slowly. His head knocked back with a sigh of relief as you reached his tip again, and slowly began bobbing your head down over it, working your tongue around him before sinking down a little farther. You tried your best to swallow around him he helped by pushing himself in gently letting out deep moans the further you got. His hip’s jolted again as you pulled back and worked on the tip again, he was becoming too sensitive and he hadn’t even fucked you yet. He pushed your mouth away and brought you to his gently gripping your throat.

“Don't think I forgot you wouldn’t let me touch you, I won’t let that go unnoticed. I’m going to make sure you can’t walk for a week.” He pushed you onto the bed and positioned his frame over you, he practically ripped off the panties and entered with a hard thrust causing you to yelp and grip to the bed sheets. He pushed hard into you the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room accompanied by your moans, you clawed at his back as he fucked you

“Look at you so cock drunk, you think you can parade yourself around like a little slut in my apartment and get away with it. Do you?” He asked

“N-no.” You whimpered, leaning your head back as your back arched

“No what?” He grabbed your chin making your eyes level with his dark blues

“N-no sir.”

“Good.” He flipped you over and knelt over you, slowing his pace, taking more time to push harder into you. “Now say you’re sorry.” He slapped your ass, hard smiling as a pink gleam appeared

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered

“Good girl, now we can enjoy this.” He sped up his pace and placed one hand under you, his thumb rubbing your already swollen clit. The pulse of you clit sent waves through you as you squirmed, he fucked you hard through your orgasm

“Oh fuck, sherlock just there, thats right!” Your voice was muffled as you buried yourself in the sheets pulling them from the corners.

Sherlock groaned, he loved the sight of you being this way around him, so cock drunk you couldn’t even hold yourself up. He too was reaching his end the way your pussy clenched around his cock was enough to set him off, spewing thick white ropes deep inside of you and collapsing onto you.

He took a moment to cat his breath, his cock still inside you before pulling himself off the bed,

“Looks like you need another shower.” He held out his hand as you turned and sprawled onto the bed

“I can’t, too tired.” You say breathlessly

“I told you you wouldn’t be able to walk.” He smiled while wiping the hair stuck to your forehead.

“Hmm” you groaned as your eyes fell closed. Sherlock fixed the sheets around you before wrapping your body in a cover and allowing you to sleep. He showered before going back to his violin, this time thinking only of you. Though he would never tell you, maybe just this once you were right.

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strangesthirdeye · 3 months

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Chapter 8 : Wrong Timing!

The next day was the brightest day with the sun shining from the window of your room making the light shine on your face. Anyone who sees that scene will definitely be tempted by how gorgeous you look with sunkissed hair shining on your H/c hair and your gentle and soft s/c face. On the other side of view, you feel your face hot and warm with the sunlight radiating painfully making you wake up from sleep and groan with furious plus sleepiness.

You then turn around in your sleeping position and try to shield your face with your hands. Hoping you can go back to sleep but unfortunately you can't. Once you wake up, you can't go back to sleep. That is normal in life. You groaned lazily and began to open your droopy eyes. Your eyes are trying to adjust the atmosphere in your room. You can feel a little pain in the retina of your eyes although it is not very painful but it hurts like hell.

You groaned and decided to sit up from the bed. Your wild hair like a lion is the first thing you do makes it presentable before standing up and walking to the bathroom to refresh yourself from all the smells.

Not long after showering, you came out of the bathroom with a set of dark red tunics.

Your (long/short) hair (tied/combed) neatly makes your appearance fresher as people say.

At that, you walked out of your room towards the dining hall which was not far from your room. Students are already training and exercising in the courtyard as some of them rush to the library with their hands full of books. Although this is a normal day at Kamar Taj but still what you saw yesterday is a question mark as to who is the man who was accepted yesterday.

Perhaps you will meet him during training or class later. Or Dhani will tell you about that man if she doesn't have a mission. These past few days have been busy days for Dhani as Kaecilius's case is still ongoing so you rarely see Dhani or John these few days leaving you alone or just spending time reading in the library with Wong and training with the Ancient One or Mordo.

As soon as you walked past the male dorm, at the same time the mysterious man from yesterday came out of his room with a set of gray tunics as soon as you disappeared around the male dorm.

He closed the door of his room and sighed heavily as he walked in the opposite direction of your walked which led to the Sanctuary room where the Ancient One will see him.

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☆SOMEWHERE ABANDONED INDUSTRIAL BUILDING - NIGHT☆

Kaecilius and his followers slipped through a narrow passages in the abandoned building slowly without making any noise as they silently broke into the creepy structure. Skeletons adorn the walls, skulls

stacked atop each other six.

As they managed to enter the creepy building, they were all starstruck by the strange carvings and decorations in the creepy abandoned building. At first glance it looks like a ritual sacrifice place. No wonder people abandoned this place. The dark place and only relying on the light of the moon made the atmosphere inside the place even more tense and hollow. Although, the followers of Kaecilius did not focus their attention on the atmosphere of the place but their eyes still looked at the contents of the abandoned building with amazed eyes.

But, one of his followers was shaking in fear and nervous about what they would do later.

The Zealot as Kaecilius referred, looked at Kaecilius nervously.

"What if this doesn't work?" he nervously said while fidgeting with his fingers.

Kaecilius looked at him coldly. "It will work."

The Zealot looked at him with distaste. "You seem so sure"

"My faith is strong." Kaecilius replied simply.

The Zealot just looked at him in disbelief. "This isn't about faith. It's about whether or not you've deciphered the Cagliostro rituals correctly. If you're wrong-"

"-If I am wrong, then he will ignore us and we will each die our own slow, natural deaths." Kaecilius cut him off with a bluff.

The Zealot shut his mouth but his eyes were still unsure of what Kaecilius said. The other Zealots who overheard the conversation just kept quiet as they didn't want to be treated like that because they were also hesitant about the ritual they would do later. Kaecilius seems determined with the ritual so they just silently follow him to the middle of the building.

They all gathered into a circle. Looking at the faces of their other friends but not daring to make eye contact with Kaecilius who was fishing out the ritual he tore up from the Book of Cagliostro in his pocket. He then looked up to the sky or rather the ceiling of the building.

"But we're not the ones knocking. He is. And he's waiting for someone like us to let him in." Kaecilius spoke slowly and clearly.

Kaecilius then placed the ritual on the altar and began to close his eyes and chant incantations in an ancient dialect. So were the other Zealots.

Their voices chanting the ancient mantra echoed in the abandoned building. Once you hear it it's like a song but every song has a meaning and this is not a song. The only ancient verse that we can understand is DORMAMMU.

Dormammu

They all said it over and over and over again. The atmosphere became tense. Temperatures drop and they feel a chill in their spines.

Kaecilius screamed in pain but he remained standing. He flinched and his forehead began to appear an ancient symbol that was bright red like fire. And that is the symbol of Dormammu.

But, that's not the only sign of Dormammu. There is also a blackish purple crack around his eyes like a galaxy or more like a dimension. Dark Dimension. At first glance it looks like makeup but it's not. It is a sign that they are loyal and dangerous allies of Dormammu who will destroy everything that stands in their way.

One by one the Zealots received the same symbol as Kaecilius as they screamed in pain from the burning sensation on their foreheads and around their eyes. But then, after they received the symbol. Their faces turned sinister and cold as if controlled by Dormammu. They look ready. Ready to destroy anything that stands in their way. Ready to killed anyone.

The Zealot from before looked more scared than excited as he chanted but nothing happened. No symbol on the forehead. No crack around his eyes. He then opened his eyes with horror in his eyes and looked at Kaecilius, terror-stricken.

"I was wrong..." Kaecilius tilted his head slightly and looked sharply at the cowardly zealot.

Kaecilius slid his hands together and began to summon a glass-like sword in his hand.

*...Your death won't be natural after all. Your death will come far sooner than we thought." he said flatly.

The Zealot looked at Kaecilius with fear and begging because he did not want to be retaliated or insulted by him. As he was about to plead, Kaecilius swiftly drove the glass-like sword into the cowardly zealot's heart until it no longer beat. All life died in his eyes as he dropped to the ground.

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✩ KATHMANDU - SANCTUARY - MORNING✩

Stephen Strange, whose face was full of beards and his hair was unkempt, entered the room nervously. His eyes looked around the room which was now bright because the sun was rising and shining into the room he was in.

His face was uncertain with what he was going through now. In the middle of the room was The Ancient One, sitting behind a low table on the floor.

Stephen noticed her and approached her then sat in front of her nervously. Both hands were placed on his lap. As he began to focus his full attention on the Ancient One.

The Ancient One began to speak. "The language of the Mystic Arts is as old as civilization. Sorcerers of old called the use of this language spells. If that word offends your modern sensibilities, call it a program. The source code that shapes reality. We start with a word. With the word we focus our thoughts."

Ancient One stared at Stephen's eyes for a long time, then she performed a series of gestures with one hand: powerful, graceful, precise. Like martial arts. Like dance. Gentle yet fierce.

Stephen's eyes widened in awe. He can already feel the warmth from the magic in front of him.

"With thoughts, we focus the body." Ancient One added then made a different gesture but now her fingers write luminous lines in the air, sketching runes.

"...and we make our intentions real." She gestured again but this time it began to form a perfect circle with runes around it.

The rune hangs in space between them, hissing with power, illuminating their faces. Strange is stunned. She tapped the

rune with her finger and it fades away.

And then she writes a quick series of runes in the air again but this time it's different.

"We harness energy drawn from others

dimensions in the Multiverse.. " She thrusts a palm forward, hammering an Intricate of Mandala of Light into existence. A luminous wheel of calligraphy and mystical symbols. It throbbing and humming dangerously. Stephen can already feel the strong wind from the magic in front of him. Eyes still widened in amazement.

"...to cast spells, to conjure shields and weapons... " The spell takes hold, plunging them into a darkness lit only

by the mandala.

"...to make magic. " wind whipped through the Sanctuary, plucking at their clothing and hair. The hummed grows louder and louder. The Ancient One closed her fist. The mandala melts away. The Sanctuary returned to normal around them. Strange is awed, but his face begins to change.

"Even if my fingers could do that, I'd just be waving my hands. How do I get from here to there? " Stephen waved his hands to himself then waved to the Ancient One in front of him.

"How did you ever come to reattach severed nerves or put a human spine back together bone by bone? " Ancient One simply replied.

"Study and practice. Years of it." Stephen looked at his lap.

Ancient One nodded knowingly at Stephen with a faint smirk on her face. And from there Stephen started to realize just what he's gotten himself into.

"We start with a word. Any word, regardless of meaning. I assure you, lots of practice allows you to progress from there to here. I already assigned one of my soon to be Master and Mordo to train you and help you understand certain spells and martial arts. I hope the three of you can get along well, that's all." Ancient One said.

Stephen tilted his head to the side with confusion on his face.

A knock began to be heard. The Ancient One smirked and got up from her seat. Stephen remained seated stiffly. The door to the room was half opened by John. John looked inside.

"is it done?" John asked the Ancient One.

Ancient One just nodded and looked at Stephen and told him that the session was over.

Stephen got up and looked at John with uncertainty on his face. John looked at Stephen with a big smile.

"ahh, new sorcerer. I see. Follow me" John nodded to the side slightly and told Stephen to followed him.

Stephen just looked at John and then turned his gaze to Ancient One who was stirring the tea while looking at him. Ancient One gave Stephen a knowing look which Stephen understood that he needed to trust people here from now on.

Then, Stephen followed John from behind. John looked at Stephen who was half his height.

"The name John Smith. One of the students here and soon to be Master. Which Sanctums? Don't know. I am the one who will train you in terms of spells while Mordo in terms of Martial Arts so what you have to do is to be right on time" John told him.

Stephen nodded understanding what John said. "trust me, I'm a punctual person." he said confidently.

John narrowed his eyes at Stephen curiously then nodded in understanding. "good to know. Come on, we're going to the library. I have some materials to show you"

Stephen just nodded and followed John from behind. On their way to the Library leaving the Sanctuary room area, you who had just finished training with Mordo walked into the Sanctuary room after being informed by the Ancient One.

You walked in and sat at the low table on the floor cross-legged. The Ancient One looked at you while pouring tea (with a little honey) in front of you.

"so, what do we want to do today?" you asked her with both hands on your lap.

"oh, nothing. We're just relaxing today. Consider this your reward after 2 months of non-stop training" The Ancient One sipped her tea and placed the hot tea (with a little honey) in front of you.

You cocked your eyebrows at her strangely. "Okay?" you slowly grab the cup of tea.

The situation in the Sanctuary room was quiet as the two of you fell into a comfortable silence. Only the voices of some masters and students could be heard outside the room.

"did you usually do this to students who have been training for no more than 2 months, tho?" you asked her, slowly sipping hot tea (with a little honey) carefully.

"not really" The Ancient One simply said.

You nodded in understanding and slowly sipped hot tea (with a little honey). Out of nowhere, you don't know the function of her having a 'tea party' with you. Probably because she just likes you or just wants to have company.

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"This is our library. Where all knowledge resides here. All the books on the shelves can be taken for studies or training, but the books tied to the chain must have the permission of the Ancient One to borrow." John walked to the center library.

Stephen looked around the library with interest. He has never entered a library as cozy as this. Lots of books is normal but the feeling and atmosphere here is quite calm. Although it was a little dim but Stephen could still see where the book on the shelf was.

John looked around the library narrowly. "Odd, Wong is usually here." John Murmured. "Well, never mind. Let me show you the right books for your studies" John urged him to follow him.

Stephen tailing John from behind. His eyes were still on the books with very interesting covers on every shelf there. John then took some books from the shelf and examined them for a while before handing the right books to Stephen's hands.

"Astronomia Nova, Codex Imperium, Key of Solomon and The Book of the Invisible Sun." John noted.

Stephen looked at the book in his hands strangely. "What language is this?" Stephen blurted.

"Sanskrit. I assume you know what Sanskrit is like. If you don't, just use Google Translate" John suggested as he signed the book loan form at the library counter.

Stephen was just silent. John who is ready to sign the book loan form, Stephen glances in thought then he nods confirmed.

"I think that's enough. If there's anything you want, you can meet me in the male dorm whenever you want. I'm always free unless I have to do a mission which sometimes depends if there's something out of control. My dorm is at the end of the corridor actually. " John informed Stephen with both hands on his waist.

"Your dorm is at the end of the corridor?" Stephen said.

John nodded. "yeah, why?"

"well.. my dorm is right next to you actually" Stephen replied.

"Ahh, that's good. Well, I don't think you need to look for me anywhere. Just knock on the door of my room and I'll help you. Odd, I didn't even hear you move in the room next to me. Probably I'm dead asleep" John smirked cheekly.

Stephen nodded awkwardly and examined the book in his hand. The ancient cover and the brown pages were the first thing that greeted his eyes.

"when can I return it?" Stephen asked while swinging a little stack of books in his hand.

"oh, don't worry about that. I've signed for 4 weeks so you have time to study those books" John replied. "come, time for me to take you to Mordo for 'orientation' he said" John added.

Stephen nodded and followed John out of the library. As soon as they were no longer in the library grounds, you entered the library with a stack of books in both hands.

"Wong! I've done it" you called him while looking around the Library trying to find a glimpse of the Asian man.

"Wong?... Woong?" you scrunched your face weirdly. Odd, Wong is usually at this counter. You put the stack of books you've read on the counter and walk slowly looking for a glimpse of Wong on each bookshelf.

"where is he, though" you said lowly.

You want to say this place is quiet but it really is quiet because it's a library. No use you sneer about that. Wong usually greets you with a blank face without a smile. You wonder if he ever laughs or smiles or if he has other emotions besides that. But then again, it's Wong we're talking about.

After a few minutes of looking for the man, you finally decided to leave the session of looking for the Asian man, since you didn't see him at all so you just let it go. Not that you are lazy to look for him, but he is not there. So you just go sign the book loan form and come back to do chores around the Kamar Taj. That's all.

Before you step to the library counter, the corner of your eye seems to catch a glimpse behind the study desk and the shelf at the end of the library. You turned your head and it was Wong who was solemnly arranging books in the middle of the bookshelf with earphones in his ears and was dancing a little to the beat of the song he was listening to.

You were stunned and hesitated to call him, but you had to remind him that you had returned the book you borrowed. If not, he will go to your room and claim on you even if you signed the book loan form before that.

You walked slowly towards him who has his back to you. But what makes you almost laugh is the way he sways his body to the beat of the song playing on his earphones. You hold your breath trying to get rid of the laughter. Once you were behind him,you can hear the faint song on his earphones. Beyonce? Interesting.

You poked his shoulder gently, hoping not to make him startled to see you. But it failed because Wong was really startled when he noticed there was another human besides him there.

"Miss L/n? what are you doing here?" Wong asked after pulling his earphones out of his ears.

"Just Y/n..please.. I just wanted to return the book I borrowed 4 days ago. Well, I put it on the counter but I feel like it won't be safe if I don't inform you first so that's why I'm looking for you. Here" you explained while nodding slightly.

Wong hummed and strode past you. He then walked to the counter and took the book you borrowed. Both his hands flipped through the covers of the available books carefully. Try to find any scratches or damages that have been present while you have borrowed it. After he was sure that all the books were in good condition, he nodded with approval.

"is there anything I can assist you with?" People offered.

"Well, I want the Astral Projection book actually. The Ancient One once mentioned about it and it's quite interesting.. Can I borrow it?" you glance at Wong with a determined face.

Wong smirked faintly then shook his head a little. "you're not ready for that yet"

"what? Why?" you raise your eyebrows.

"The Astral Projection is knowledge that requires a lot of focus and energy. If you do it wrong, your spirit will be stuck on the other side and your body will remain stiff which means you are dead." Wong explained seriously while narrowing his eyes observing you.

You stammered and blinked a few times. "So the person who died is actually the one who did the wrong Astral projection, right?" you joked, trying to light up depressing mode.

Wong's face didn't give any reaction which makes you silent. Oh, now Wong can see that you are a fool. After 2 months here, you thought you could get used to Wong's blank and serious reaction. Thought he could see you as a serious and friendly person, but now he seems to have changed his point of view about you.

You fidgeted your fingers and looked down trying to hide your embarrassment. "so can i-"

"no"

"ok" you nodded and walked out of the library without taking your eyes off the floor.

"Why did I make a dark joke there?" you whispered to yourself.

Now you feel stupid after that. If only Stephen was here, he would surely laugh at your stupid jokes. Even if it's bland, he will laugh too because for him it's entertaining. In what ways is it entertaining? You do not know. Now you can feel Stephen's laughter before is not real laughter. But on the other hand he laughs only because no one laughs and he laughs because of sympathy.

Anyway, happy life happy time you don't care about that as long as you find it entertaining even if they don't find it entertaining. At least you are happy.

"Right, better standby with Dhani, then." you remind yourself.

As you walked towards the courtyard where Dhani usually hangs out, Stephen who just finished training with Mordo noticed you were not far from where you were. But, he only saw your back which made him stop walking and observed your figure that disappearing. He frowned. At first he seemed to see you but he didn't. Maybe it's just his imagination. Maybe it's just people who have the same body as you.

Stephen shook his head and continued his journey to another location.

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geeky-politics-46 · 4 months

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Naughty Or Nice?

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Stephen gets into the holiday mood & you give him his present early

Warnings: Naughty but not really smut, language, lingerie, Stephen being adorable, suggestions of Christmas roleplay

Not necessarily my favorite work, but I wanted to do something festive. If you like what I've done here, leave a comment & maybe I'll expand it to its full smutty potential.

Stephen had complex feelings towards most holidays, but especially Christmas. It was easier when he worked at the hospital. He could keep himself busy and keep his thoughts away from the lack of family and friends in his life.

Then, after the accident and becoming a sorcerer, he found it hard to ignore the holes in his life that became bigger around this time of year. He had acquaintances. He even had a few actual friends now, despite what he would tell Wong, but they pretty much all had their own families they would celebrate with. So Stephen had still found himself alone.

He had developed a reputation of being a bit of a Grinch, to be honest.

Until this year, anyway. Suddenly, now everything felt different. He had family. One major reason was you. He actually has someone to spend the holiday with. Someone that he loved and who loved him back. Even when his Grinch side would peek out.

This year he had you and his entire outlook on the holiday felt different. America also added to the feeling of having a real family to celebrate with. Sometimes he liked to imagine that America really was your daughter. Although he would never admit it out loud.

So when you recruited Wong and America to help decorate the Sanctum's Christmas tree, Stephen was actually really bummed he had work to finish. He actually really wanted to be a part of the holiday fun this time.

It took longer than he had hoped to complete all the papers and reports that the Avengers insisted he complete to keep them updated on any magical incidents or missions he had joined them on. By the time he started down the grand staircase, he was sad to hear only the faintest sounds coming from where you had been working on the tree. He had missed it.

As he rounded the corner into the room he saw the tree glittering, beautifully adorned with a variety of colorful ornaments. You were busy rearranging various branches and making sure the spacing of the sparkling baubles was correct. Stephen couldn't help but smile and chuckle at your perfectionism. It was one of the things about you he found utterly adorable.

America and Wong were both peacefully fast asleep on the sofa. Whatever Christmas movie they had put on was still playing. America was burrowed under a blanket with her head on Wong's shoulder. You carefully picked up the box with the remaining ornaments from next to Wong, where he had been unwrapping them. Smiling softly at your two helpers who were out cold.

You could easily finish the remainder by yourself. Plus, they were too cute to disturb. So you turned off the lamp on the side table before heading back over to the tree. The soft glimmering lights of the tree and the flicker from the television was plenty of light to work with.

You were completely absorbed in placing the last few ornaments when you felt a presence sneak up behind you. A soft smile finding its way to your lips as a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist. You fought the urge to giggle when Stephen nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and tickled you with his goatee.

He softly purred as he inhaled the scent of your skin and left a soft, sweet kiss just below your ear.

“You know, as pretty as the tree looks, it pales in comparison to you, darling.”

He kept his voice low so he wouldn't disturb your tired elves on the sofa. You could also tell from the little bit of gravel in his voice and the way he was holding you so firm against him that he was feeling a little frisky.

“Thank you Stephen, but if you are worried about not getting any presents then I should tell you there's already a special one upstairs in our bedroom that you're getting whether you have been naughty or nice.”

He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of your abdomen and nuzzled into your neck even further. You could feel how wide his grin was now, and you could practically see the dirty thoughts starting to swirl in his mind.

“Is that so? Is the present better if I'm nice? Or if I'm naughty?”

You slowly moved to turn yourself around in his arms. Letting your fingers drift from his chest up to play with the bottom of his hair. Your eyes sparkling as they found Stephen's bright blue ones.

“Well since I'm all finished here, and I don't think those two are waking up anytime soon, why don't we go find out?”

Without another word, you took him by the hand and led him to your shared bedroom. Pushing him to sit down on the bench at the foot of the large bed and leaving a passionate kiss on his lips before disappearing into the adjoining bathroom. Peaking your head out and winking at your lover, telling him to get comfy while you prepared his present.

He took the opportunity to light the fireplace with just the flick of his fingers and a few tendrils of his golden magic. Deciding to light the candles on the mantle, too. He enjoyed making things a little bit extra romantic when he could. A sly smirk coming to his lips as he had a sudden idea.

Turning to face the bed, he quickly used his magic to create a small bundle of mistletoe hanging from the center of the headboard. Perfect. Pleased with his work, he reclined on the bed, making sure he had positioned himself directly under the mistletoe, and tried his best to wait patiently for you to reappear with his present. A present that he had a sneaking suspicion was you.

Without fail, just as he was starting to get impatient, the bathroom door opened. Out you stepped dressed in nothing but sexy Christmas themed lingerie and bright red heels. A red babydoll that tied in the front with white marabou fluff around the edges and a matching red g-string.

You knew it was a little silly, but as you sashayed over to where Stephen sat with a mesmerized look on his face, you knew it was well worth the purchase. You carefully climbed up on the bed to straddle his lap, looping your arms around his neck and leaving several teasing kisses on his lips.

“So Stephen, have you been naughty or nice this year?”

He gripped the cheeks of your ass tight and pulled you down harder into his lap. Grinding you into him. Letting you feel his erection growing beneath your cunt.

“Oh I've been very naughty, sweetheart. Very naughty. What luck that I happen to find myself underneath some mistletoe with an incredibly sexy half-naked woman in my lap.”

He suddenly moved to roll both of you over and positioned himself on top of you and between your legs.

“Good thing there are lots of places on you that I want to kiss.”

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An Absolute Point in Time | Stephen Strange x F!Reader

pairing : Stephen Strange x F!reader

synopsis : Apprentice!Reader gets tired of waiting for Stephen to make the first move, so she decides to give him a little push.

words : 702

themes : fluff

warnings : none - there's a very small suggestion that Stephen and reader have had sex before but it's nothing major, honestly

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A/N : Made this one based on a tik tok audio that comes from the movie "The tourist". This was written when I first started writing, so I used the audio as a kind of crutch to try to find my own style in writing. It's not my proudest work but it's something! And though I've been hyperfixating on Munson lately (as many of you might've noticed) I refuse to let go of my dearest. I hope you like this little piece!! <33

“Invite me to dinner, Stephen.”

Stephen paused. He blinked for a moment before he slowly looked up at Y/N, wondering if he had misheard her or not.

“What?” he uttered. Confusion painting his features, not wanting to jump into any conclusions. He might be a fool but he sure wasn’t about to make an idiot of himself by assuming that she had just…

Y/N simply stared at the man in front of her. Her hands gently folded on her knees as she observed the dark haired man registering what was just said, before scurrying through his mind for the right words.

Stephen opened his mouth, an unusual aura of doubt lingering on him as he began to speak. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he looked away for a moment. This new found insecurity was washing over his body and making him wonder if he would be able to pull this off as smoothly as he had imagined countless times. He pursed his lips slightly, breathing in silently as if bracing himself, mentally cheering himself on before he delivered the typical line he had used on many others before her.

“Would you like to have dinner?” He couldn’t quite understand what it was about the simple question that made him feel anxious. All he knew is that this was the first time in years that the sensation had come over him. But surely this is the invitation Y/N was looking for. There’s no other way to invite her to dinner—

“Women don’t like questions.”

He blinked, his train of thought interrupted by the words that Y/N uttered - a teasing tone behind them. The Sanctum’s library filled with silence for a few seconds.

“Join me for dinner.”

“Too demanding.”

“I thought you liked that.”

She smirked, chortled a little even. Rolled her eyes at Stephen’s typical attitude but she bit her tongue. She knew that if she entertained Stephen’s little comment, they’d derail the conversation. And she didn’t want that, she had grown tired of waiting for this moment. She figured - if he can’t do it on his own, might as well give him a little push.

So she simply stayed quiet, looking up at her mentor, waiting patiently. Observing.

“Join me for dinner?”

“Another question.”

Stephen tilted his head slightly, searching through his thoughts, his gaze locked on Y/N’s. Those eyes. Those god damn eyes. The pale E/C that painted her irises, glistening with the sunlight that poured through the windows.

The eyes that seemed to make time stop, that could make anyone drop. They seemed to have him wrapped around her finger before he even knew what had happened, and kept pulling him back despite his futile efforts of resisting. Like a sinner who would never repent, he let those eyes tempt him time and time again. Regret and guilt long lost concepts whenever he found himself inevitably gravitating towards her.

He took a step back, Y/N never moving from her seat. Her expression was the same, though the curiosity in her eyes gave her away. Stephen let himself take a good look at her. The way the light bathed her, her hair tucked behind her ears, framing her face perfectly. He beheld the way that her belt hugged her waist, accentuating her figure. Her long legs exposed as the skirt she had decided to use that day fell on the sides of her thighs - the heels that she wore emphasizing the length of them.

And suddenly it hit him.

“I’m having dinner…” he let the words hang around in the air for a moment as he searched for the perfect way to wrap up his invitation. “…If you’d care to join me.”

Her lips, plump and soft, curled up into a smile. She was beaming - the light flush across her cheeks making her look even more radiant than before.

And this is where he wondered why it had taken him so long to ask her out; why he kept pushing her away and holding himself back from happiness. He could be so foolish at times. But that didn’t matter right now, all that mattered now was this.

This was an Absolute Point in time.

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