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Give Me The Reason - Defender!Strange x Reader

Paring: Defender!Strange x Sorcerer F!Reader

Word Count: 4,221

Description: After a year of Stephen constantly prioritizing his work, Y/N finally hits a breaking point in their relationship.

Request: Defender or Main Stephen based on “Give Me The Reason,” by James Bay.

Requested by: @frostandflamesfanfic 💙

Other Things: Same couple as Affections and Wardrobe Mixup, early in their relationship/pre-marriage. Can be read separate to both of those. Angst to fluff.

Warnings: Some swearing. Angsty, but with a happy ending. Breakup/get back together. Alluding to depression. Mildly suggestive at the end.

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“I know the universe full of people is important Stephen,” Y/N seethes, angry tears running down her cheeks. “But I thought I at least ranked somewhere in the top fucking five most important things to you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, of course you matter to me,” he snaps back.

“Then why am I always last? Not every problem in the entire universe is your duty to fix,” her fists clench and unclench. “Duties to Kamar-Taj, the Sanctum, and the Defenders I understand, but everything broken in the universe is not your problem.”

“We all have to make sacrifices in the grand scheme of protecting our universe and the multiverse Y/N. I’m putting my life on the line every day, and you just have to deal with me not being around as often. It’s hardly that big an issue compared to an entire planet being wiped out or multiverse beasts pouring into our universe.”

“So my feelings aren’t valid to you?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Yes you fucking did. My feelings and issues aren’t as important as the big important missions you have. All I have to deal with is you not being around as much as I would like huh? Try spending weeks on end constantly checking your phone just hoping to see a text. Just one little sign that the person you love is even alive. But every time there’s nothing there. Night after night alone, clutching a t-shirt to your chest and crying into your pillow because you’re certain this time was the time. The time they won’t come back. Hitting call again and again and getting voicemail. Then finally you come back, toss some things on the dresser, give me a kiss, then race off to Kamar-Taj for days where you still barely say a word to me.

“And you just seem to conveniently forget I’m the one picking up all the classes you have to miss teaching last minute in addition to my own. I’m the one everyone is coming to with issues because you’re off wherever the fuck you are. Defenders calling me up asking for you and when you’ll be back, and if I can be the one to drop by the help them with something. Other Masters coming to me to ask for permissions or questions on things because some how I fucking became your second and secretary.”

“No one asked you to do any of those things, I certainly didn’t,” he snaps out, turning his back to her with his arms crossed. “You can’t blame me for you choosing to take on extra duties and worrying about me.”

“Choosing to worry about you Stephen? Are you serious right now?” She grabs his shoulder to turn him back toward her but he fights against it. “I worry about you and take all all these extra duties to hold things together because I love you, and I know you’re out there risking your life. But if you really don’t give a fuck why am I even bothering then?”

“I was asking that question myself.”

Going silent, she wipes roughly at the tears running down her cheeks and presses her lips into a tight line, “Fine. I won’t any longer. Goodbye Stephen.”

Staring at the fireplace in front of him as he hears her footsteps fade away, flinching at the amount of force behind the slamming front door.

Rubbing his temples, he drops himself into a chair and sighs heavily when he hears the sound of new footsteps approaching.

“That was incredibly stupid Strange,” Wong says and sets a cup of tea next to the sorcerer. “Her tone sounded rather final.”

“I don’t have time for relationships anyways,” he mumbles and unwraps his armguards. “It was foolish to get involved with her at all. I don’t have time for that nonsense.”

“‘That nonsense’ is a woman that loves you. Despite the fact you’re constantly gone, that you don’t realize half the things she does for you, and speak to her like that,” he states matter-of-factly. “Being Sorcerer Supreme doesn’t mean you can’t devote any of your time to people you care about. You’re still a human being separate to the title.”

“I don’t have time outside of the title.”

“Because you always insist that it’s you going out to solve every problem that could easily be handled by a Master, or that isn’t even our problem in the first place. You always have to be the one handling it.”

The familiar phrase causes a frown to spread across Stephen’s face, “Maybe it’s just who I am Wong.”

“I think you could learn to work on that, but you do what you see fit,” Wong says before heading toward the hall he came from.

“I’ll speak with her tomorrow at Kamar-Taj,” he groans at his friend.

Three months.

Three long months since Stephen let Y/N walk out the front door of the sanctum after their argument. And three months since any of them had seen or heard from her.

He’d assumed even though she was cross with him, that she would still go to Kamar-Taj for her own duties. And other than the Sanctum, it was the only place he could think she would be staying. But according to every person there he asked, she hadn’t been back since she left with him that day.

He decided to give her one week to calm down. After a week she had to come back. She had classes to teach. She was a sorcerer, she loved what she did. She simply needed a break.

After a week of hearing nothing, he’d tried to call and found he went to voicemail after one ring. Attempting it with Wong’s phone, he got the same result. Time and time again with each phone he asked to borrow, just one single ring then voicemail.

So he texted her. Near the beginning just asking where she was, why she wasn’t reporting for her duties. And as weeks passed and the panic raised in his chest, the more frantic his messages got. Begging her to let him know she’s safe. To just acknowledge his message. But nothing.

After one month of nothing, he started calling all the contacts he could think of that might know where she went, that might have heard something. Not a single one had heard anything.

As he continued his search for her, how much she really had done for him also became blatantly obvious. The mission reports piled on his desk. Classes taught by himself and her had to be covered. His office seemed to be a revolving door parade of questions. His phone also seemed to be constantly pinging or ringing with something.

Between trying to complete missions, run Kamar-Taj, run the Defenders, teach, handle paperwork, answer questions, and continue his search for her; he rarely found time to sleep. Or eat. Or anything else.

By the time the third month rolled around, the man staring back at him in the mirror looked hollow. His eyes looked sunken in, the bags under them a permanent fixture on his face. The skin there now more taunt than before, his facial hair grown out in a thoughtless mess, and his hair dull and barely managed. The typical shiny hair sleeked back into a neat ponytail rarely saw a brush at that point. He ran his fingers through the mess each morning and shoved it into a messy ponytail or bun before tugging on his boots and trudging off to his office at Kamar-Taj.

While medically he knew his heart still beat the same; it felt like it beat sluggishly in his chest. Slower and slower each passing day since she walked out of his life.

He had his duties, the masters. his students, the Defenders. Yet he felt empty. Like he had nothing left.

Taking a seat at his desk, he pulls out his phone to once again send her his daily text.

“I’m sorry. I love you… please come home. Even if you don’t want me. Just come back to Kamar-Taj. I just need to know you’re safe. I just need to see you.”

Tapping to send the message, he switches over to his photo album app, quickly tapping the folder of pictures of them. She’d made it on his phone while he was busy one day. At the time he hadn’t thought much of it, why he’d need an entire album on his phone of just photos and videos of them. But it now became the main battery drain on the device with how often he flicked through the photos.

It was the sweetest torture. Reliving the happy memories, all the moments he took for granted. And knowing he was the reason there wouldn’t be anymore.

Stopping on a photo, he slides his thumb across it wistfully. It was a completely average day. Nothing magical, nothing multi-dimensional or multi-versal. They’d just gone for coffee and a walk in Central Park.

But it was a beautiful day, free of worry and responsibility. Just the feeling of her hand in his.

He’d taken the photo himself, stopped at a crosswalk he’d pulled his phone out and pulled her to his side. She wasn’t even looking at the camera, but even in the photo he could see the way her eyes sparkled as she looked at him and laughed. He’d forgone the ponytail that day and the wind had kicked up, making a flurry of hair in their faces as he tried to take the photo.

Both of them smiled and looked exceedingly happy for a simple day off and a bad hair day in the wind.

When was the last time he’d even taken the time to do something like that with her? He racked his brain for an answer, but couldn’t seem to pinpoint their last date. Even just a casual one.

Their lives had revolved around work for nearly the past year. Maybe he’d grown too comfortable? Seemingly he’d stopped trying to win her over and let himself slip into just working constantly at some point. Even their quick moments in his office had dwindled to nearly nothing before she had left.

Swiping past the picture, a video of the two of them dancing in the refrigerator light late at night starts to play. She’d filmed it on her phone, setting the device on the counter as they giggled and he spun her around the Sanctum kitchen in their pajamas. At some point she swiped the phone from the counter and pointed it up at his face as he swayed them around.

Her laugh coming from behind the camera, “I loooooove you Stephen.”

“And I looooove you Y/N,” he responds, sticking his tongue out and making a silly face at the camera.

Her laughter as the video ends makes his heart ache. It was a beautiful sound, and he realized it had been far more than three months since he last heard it.

Setting his phone down on his desk, he finally feels the tears he’d been holding back begin to drip down his face. Swiping through the pictures in the album quickly, he chokes back the sob rising in his throat. The last photo he even had of them was dated almost nine months ago. How hadn’t he noticed what was happening until it was too late?

A loud knock on his door tears him from his thoughts making Stephen turn his chair away from the entrance and attempt to wipe his tears away, “Yes? Who is it?”

The door creaks open with the sound of footsteps approaching his desk, “Message for you sir.”

“Which is?”

“Master Y/L/N wanted me to inform you that she’s handling her class today, you need not worry about it.”

Spinning back around in the chair quickly, he slams his hands down on the desk and stares the apprentice down, “Master Y/L/N? You are entirely sure of that?”

“Yes sir, she arrived fifteen minutes ago and asked me to bring you this message,” the young man’s eyes widen in surprise at the Sorcerer Supreme’s reddened eyes and tear-streaked cheeks.

“Where is she right now?” he demands, standing from his desk.

“Getting prepared for the class in the courtyard with the other masters I believe,” he responds dutifully and tilts his head. “Are you ok sir?”

Rounding his desk and nearly knocking the apprentice over, he rushes out of his office heading toward the outskirts of the courtyard training grounds. His eyes quickly scanning over the group of masters in the center, his chest tightening as he sees her.

A smile on her face as she talks with her fellow masters, spinning a practice staff in her hands.

As a bell tolls, they separate and she heads to her corner of the training grounds, her students excitedly cheering for her return.

“Settle settle,” she chuckles as they all get back to their starting positions. “It couldn’t have been that bad with me gone.”

“You’re the best combat teacher,” one apprentice shouts confidently. “And I’ve been practicing like crazy, you have to see where I’m at now!”

“I look forward to seeing where each of you are now,” she smiles and looks at each of her students. “I’m thinking we’ll pair you all up, and you can each show me what you got?”

As the students scatter into pairs, Y/N begins to circle around them, giving tips and compliments on their forms and technique.

Stephen quietly slid down the wall of the building behind him to take a seat nearby her class, his eyes glued to her as she taught. Fearing that if he looked away even for a moment she’d disappear again. Just her voice alone soothing the ache in his chest.

He needed to speak with her. But how does he even approach her? After their last conversation… they clearly were no longer together. And he’d been an absolute ass.

He was still technically her leader. He could easily approach her with duties for Kamar-Taj, but that just felt wrong. He couldn’t ignore everything that happened.

In what seems like minutes, the next bell tolls signaling the end of the hour long session. Pulling himself to his feet as the student exit the courtyard, he slowly makes his way toward her. Pausing a few feet away as he realizes two other masters had come over to speak to her, he shifts awkwardly and fiddles with his arm guards.

One of the masters glances up to see him, and leans over to say something to the master beside him. Both nod farewells to Y/N after a moment, one sending him a reassuring smile.

“Are you just going to stare at me all day?” She calls out after they’re out of earshot.

Cringing uncomfortably, he finally steps toward her, “I was starting to think you wouldn’t come back.”

“Yeah well-” she begins angrily before turning toward him. Her eyes widen and the words die on her tongue as she looks him over.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to start this with another fight,” he says softly, his hand still fidgeting with his arm guard.

Sighing heavily, she takes a few steps closer to him and scrutinizes his face, “What have you done to yourself?”

“What?”

“You look awful,” she responds with a frown.

“Apologies.”

“Don’t apologize for that!” she snaps and rubs her temples. “Did you need something?”

“Would you be willing to talk?”

“Isn’t that what we’re doing now?”

“More extensively, in my office,” he explains.

She frowns and continues to look him over before nodding, surging ahead of him as she heads for his office.

After they both slip into the room, he closes the door behind them and walks toward the front of his desk.

“I had planned on just being very professional with you,” she mutters and crosses her arms. “Sorcerer Supreme, yes sir, here’s the reports. Already broken that.”

“I’m happy for it,” he admits softly. “Anger is better than indifference.”

“Is it?”

“Means you didn’t just forget about me.”

“No, that’s your job. To forget my existence.”

Stephen flinches at her words, hanging his head sadly, “I deserved that.”

“You did. Now what did you want to say to me?”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’ve already said that. For nothing that you should actually be apologizing for.”

“For everything,” he insists quietly. “I’m sorry for everything.”

“Vague as shit, and not helping Stephen.”

“You’re number one,” he finally admits. “It took me too long to realize that. You’re the most important in my life, and I wasn’t treating you that way. You deserved so much better than I gave you.”

“Don’t,” she responds, turning away from him. “I don’t want to hear things we both know you don’t mean.”

Going around her to face her again he reaches out slowly to tilt her face up toward his own, her eyes finally meeting his, “I mean it. I know I have a lot of responsibilities and things I’m doing, but you, you’re the only thing that really means something to me. Our relationship is the one thing that I wasn’t doing because I felt I had to, the only thing that I desperately want. The only thing that keeps me going.”

“You broke my heart Stephen.”

“I… I know. I don’t have an excuse,” he sighs. “I could make up thousands, but there’s no excuse for what I’ve done. I was an idiot and I didn’t realize how much this meant to me until too late. How much you mean to me. You tried to tell me and give me a chance to fix things, and I spoke to you terribly.”

“Y-you don’t even have time for me,” she retorts and tears her chin from his grasp, turning slightly away from him.

“I’ll make time, I can delegate more. I can stop chasing everything. Just… give it one more try. Give me one last chance. Please.”

“Give me one good reason why I should give this another shot?” she asks as her head turns to search his face. “One reason I should overlook a year of being ignored and you speaking to me that way.”

Sinking to his knees in front of her, he takes her hands in his and swallows hard as he looks up, “Because I love you, I can and I will treat you far better than I did. I can’t give any better reason than that. That I love you desperately, life without you is dull and miserable. I want you, I need you in my life. ”

“How do I know I can trust what you’re saying?” She asks softly, her own eyes blinking away tears.

“You… don’t,” he admits after a moment. “You have to trust that I’ll do what I’m saying, and I’ve done nothing to make you trust that I will.”

After a few moments of silence he points toward his desk, “Look at my phone.”

“Your phone?”

“It’s on there, I left my office as soon as I got your message and forgot about it. Just look at it,” he presses, releasing her hands as she takes a step toward the desk.

Carefully picking up his phone, her face softens as she looks at the screen, “A picture of us?”

“I was going through the album you made me,” he says. “I do it every day. I want to make you that happy again, I want us to be that happy again.

“I do too,” she admits slowly, her thumb swiping through the pictures in the album as a small smile graces her lips. “We did look very happy.”

“We were that happy.”

Setting his phone back down, she turns around and steps toward him, cupping his jaw in her hands as she looks down at him, “Why aren’t you taking care of yourself?”

He shrugs gently as he nuzzles into her palm, grateful for her touch, “I haven’t cared to. Duties and looking for you have taken all my time. I can’t sleep in that bed without you unless I’m on the verge of passing out. I haven’t felt hungry, only been really eating when Wong forces food at me I suppose.”

Her thumbs stroke gently over his cheeks before releasing him and gesturing toward his desk, “Go sit in your chair.”

Nodding at her stiffly, he climbs to his feet and crosses the room, sitting back in his chair as she circles around him.

She bends down to slide open his bottom drawer and pulls out a brush then slips his hair tie from his hair. Running the brush through his hair, she stops a few times to carefully untangle a knot with her fingers

“We need to get you a new conditioner, and get you eating a normal diet again,” she comments as she starts to massage his scalp gently. “It’s a crime against humanity what you’ve done to your hair, really.”

“We?” he asks hopefully.

“Picked up on that part huh?” she chuckles and drops her fingers from his hair to lean his chair backwards until he’s looking up at her. “I might be willing to give us a chance again… on certain conditions.”

“Which are?” he asks as he looks up at her.

“If you talk to me like that again, I’m done. If you don’t actually listen to me telling you how I’m feeling and just dismiss me, I’m done. If within a year, I don’t see you actually making the effort to disperse things, delegate tasks to the other masters and Defenders, take care of yourself, and take care of our relationship, I’m done. And I don’t mean just for a few months. From now on. I don’t mean you have to drop all your work for me, I understand you’re busy. But you have to stop doing everything yourself. If you don’t think you can do those things then I don’t even want to start again.”

“I can do that, I will do that,” he responds firmly, nodding up at her as she leans in closer to him.

“And I’ll tell you things bothering me sooner, admittedly I waited until I was at a breaking point.”

“So am I yours again?” he asks quietly as she smirks down at him, her hands cupping his cheeks.

“You tell me Stephen, are you mine?” She presses several soft kisses along his jaw as he groans in response.

“Completely and totally,” he sighs as his eyes drift shut and she presses kisses to both his eyelids. “Kiss me, please.”

“What am I doing now then?” She teases, pressing a kiss to the edge of his mouth.

Her fingers thread back through his hair, giving it a rough tug and pulling a groan from his lips in response and causing him to shift in his seat.

“Someone’s desperate,” she adds as she strokes her thumb along his bottom lip.

“You’ve been gone for months,” he whines, sticking his tongue out to run across her fingertip.

Tilting him back further, she grips his chin tightly and hungrily presses her lips to his. Her lips move against his roughly as his hands reach up to hold her own head in his hands, desperate to feel her further in some way.

Her fingers gently tug at his hair again, a small gasp parting his lips enough for her to flick her tongue against his own and swallow the groan that follows.

Pulling back for air, Y/N chuckles at the whimper leaving Stephen as their lips part, “I guess you did miss me.”

“More than you could ever imagine,” he admits as his tongue lazily runs across his lips, sending a chill up her spine.

“As much as I’d enjoy taking you apart here in your office, I believe we both have some work to take care of first,” she says as she slips from his grasp and deftly smoothes his hair back into a ponytail and wraps his hair band back around it.

“I thought we were taking more time for us, less time on work,” he grumbles unhappily, reaching out to grab her wrist.

“Oh I thoroughly expect that, but we both each have a class left to teach, I’d imagine you have some kind of meeting, and I need to inform everyone that I’m back,” she answers as she reaches for his other wrist and pulls him up from his chair.

Slipping in closer to her, he immediately wraps his arms around her waist and presses his hips into hers as her eyes darken a touch, “You want to leave me like this all day?”

Reaching her hand up to pat his cheek, she smirks at him, “Consider it as motivation to finish on time tonight.”

Grunting in response, he presses his forehead to hers, “You’ll be at the Sanctum tonight?”

“I was planning on going back to our bed if that’s alright with you?”

“Not only is it entirely alright, I insist,” he says and presses a kiss to her nose. “But fair warning, once we’re in the Sanctum tonight, I don’t intend on letting you go until tomorrow.”

“Who said I intended on going anywhere? Sounds like exactly where I want to be Strange.”

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pinkthick · 5 months

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REQUEST ARE OPEN

You can choose from down below any prompt/prompts you want with the following characters:

✩ Stephen Strange

✩ Defender Strange

✩ Sinister Strange

✩ Doctor Strange Supreme(What if?)

✩ Supreme Strange

✩ Monster(from vampires to werewolves lmao) Stephen Strange

✩ Sherlock Holmes

The fanfictions won’t be really long (1500 max ig?) and they would probably be Fem!Reader (I could try with gn!reader too). Choose a sentence/sentences from down below and you can give your own ideas too.

I will be going on a trip so they probably won’t be posted this week(bear with me please).🙏

Prompts

✩ Angst

1. ”Is everything a joke to you?"

2. "It's my fault, I didn't listen to everyone saying this would be a mistake!"

3. "Why does everything have to be a struggle with you?"

4. "I can't believe you sometimes!"

5. “Great. Really great, this is just perfect.”

6. "Why can't you just let it go?"

7. "That is the dumbest excuse I have ever heard!"

8. "Maybe you should just leave now."

9. "Oh yes, you're so great.”

10. "I really don't understand what's going on with you sometimes!"

11. "I will leave now, or I'm going to say things I will regret later.”

12. "Have you never actually thought about how I would feel about this?"

13. "Maybe this is it, because I can't do this anymore!"

14. "Don't you dare just walk away right now!”

15. "This wouldn't even be a problem, if you wouldn't make one out of it."

16. "How does that make it okay?"

17. "Do you even listen to yourself?"

18. "I'm glad I finally get to see who you really are.”

19. "Hey, hey, it's okay. Breathe."

✩ Fluff

1. "I thought you left" "Nope, just making pancakes"

2. "I never want to let you go.”

3. "I can't believe you remembered that" "I remember everything about you"

4. "I'm so proud of you"

5. "Did you just call me sweetheart?"

6. "Take my affection before I choke you with it"

7. "Is it okay if I fall asleep here?"

8. "I can keep you company till you fall asleep"

9. "I can't imagine my life without you"

10. "You complete me"

11. "I'm counting down the days until I see you"

12. "I love your apartment" "Our apartment"

13. "Sorry for borrowing your clothes" "Dont be. You look great in them"

14. "One more kiss?"

15. "I'm so glad I met you"

16. "Can I try some of your food?" "Of course. Open wide"

17. "Thanks for believing in me"

✩ Horror(?)

1. "I want to know how you'll taste between my teeth."

2. "I can never get enough of you. I'll drink you down to the last sip."

3. "You look delicious. I won't stop until I've eaten every bite.”

4. “I'm going to engrave myself into your very being.”

5. "We won't stop until you're so covered in my scent, no one will dare touch you again.”

6. "Don't play with fire if you don't want to burn.”

7. "Don't complain now you did this to yourself.”

8. "You reap what you sow."

9. “This hurts me more than it hurts you.”

10. "Why are you acting like you don't know me?”

11. "Why are you running? I did this for you!"

12. “You don't need a job, baby. Your job is being mine.”

13. "You're better off without them anyway.”

14. “I removed the problem. You should be thanking me.”

15. “I would never hurt you. You know that, right?”

16. "Why are you scared?”

17. "You're the only reason worth living for.”

18. "Why would you want to leave? I'm keeping you here for your own good!”

19. "There's nothing left for you but me. Everyone else is gone."

20. "No one will ever find you here."

21. “If his filthy hands touch you again I'll kill him.”

22. "Shouldn't you be spending more time with me?”

23. "I can't control how I react when your eyes wander.”

24. “The truth would have just hurt you.”

25. "I'm not lying - I bent the truth a little to protect you."

26. "Don't you believe me?”

27. "I've done everything for you and this is how you repay me?”

28. "I can't eat, I can't sleep. You're all I can think about.”

29. "To my dying breath, I'll never let you go."

30. "I'll follow you to the ends of the earth. No matter where you run, I'll catch you.”

31. "Did you really think I wouldn't find you?”

Credits for the prompts @diety-prompts, @writeformesinpie and @creativepromptsforwriting

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ironstrange1991 · 24 days

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You're My Comfort

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: The reader has a bad day at work and Stephen comes to take care of her.

Word Cont: 2,1k

Warnings: None, just fluff.

A/N: I am still struggling with authors block, but I'm happy for finishing this little something. It's not much, but I was in need of a comfort fic. Hope your guys like it and have a good read.

You arrived from work without even realizing how you managed to drive home. Stephen was busy talking to some Avengers in the living room and you just walked past them up the stairs and straight to your shared room.

You were too tired to even get undressed even though you knew you would feel better after a shower, but still all you could do was kick off your shoes and fall face down on the bed letting a wave of silent crying take over you.

You were tired of your job, tired of the way your boss seemed to suck out your soul along with all your energy, but at the same time you felt bad for feeling that way. After all, you should be grateful to have a job in the first place, or at least you should be grateful that your job doesn't put you in danger or be as physically draining as Stephen's. You lost count of how many times he came home injured and yet he never complained. You on the other hand, seemed like a crying little girl and thinking that way only made you feel even worse and it was a vicious cycle that you couldn't get out of. Feeling bad about feeling bad and so on.

You were still face down, tears silently streaming down your face, when you heard the soft creak of the door opening and closing and the muffled sound of boots on the floor announcing the approaching footsteps. You immediately turned your face away because you didn't want Stephen to notice you were crying and then you felt the mattress dipping.

He touched your arm gently.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" His baritone voice held a note of concern.

You didn't answer, you just shrugged your shoulders like you did when you were a child and your mother asked why you were crying. Many times you didn't even know why you were crying, but you cried anyway and that was exactly how you felt today.

You felt his hand on your head stroking your hair gently and before he could say anything, you crawled closer to him and laid your head on his lap wrapping your arms around his waist. He seemed to like it because his body shook with what you thought was a small laugh. Contrary to what your irrational side told you, Stephen didn't care about your anxiety crisis or those moments where you couldn't say exactly what was happening. He was already used to dealing with your fluctuating moods.

"Can you at least tell me you're okay, so I don't worry?" He asked and you nodded.

"You're okay then. Nothing bad happened?" He insisted and you nodded again.

"Good." He continued stroking your hair in silence.

"I know I've been working a lot these last few days, but if that's what's making you upset..."

"It's not that." You replied with a choked voice. Of course he would find a way to blame himself. When Stephen learned to be less selfish and egocentric, he simply turned completely the other way and became extremely altruistic, which you didn't like, much less approve of.

"Then talk to me, sweetheart. I don't like seeing you like this." His hand had now gone down to the middle of your back, playing with the strands of your hair.

"I'm just tired, I guess."

He sighed "You think so? Y/n you've been working non-stop for the last few weeks."

"There was nothing else to do. You weren't here most of the time and the company needed me."

You can almost see Stephen's eyes rolling back in his head. "They like to take advantage of you, that's what. You're too good for them."

You did not answer. You knew he was right, but you didn't want to give in. He returned his hands to your head and began to caress your scalp with his fingertips lightly and you let out an involuntary groan.

"Feels good, uh?" You could hear the smirk in his voice. Always so proud that he managed to turn you into a puddle of goo whenever he touched you.

"I'm exhausted. I need to sleep. I barely slept at all last night." You confessed to what he vehemently rebuked.

"You know I don't like seeing you in this state. You need to take better care of yourself."

You shook your head. "Right now I don't think I can take care of myself at all. I'm too tired."

He chuckled, surrendering to your charm and drama.

"Do you want me to run a bath for you or would you prefer the shower?"

He asked, already running his fingers through your hair to get it out of your face. He did his best to tie them into a bun.

"You will stay with me?"

"If you want. But you know where this is going to take us, don't you?"

You denied "No funny business tonight. I'm too tired."

He hummed "As you wish, love. Come."

He patted your shoulder for you to allow him to stand up and extended his arms to help you up.

"Too tired to walk." You grumbled and he let out a small laugh.

"Come on. I'll carry you, little girl."

You found somewhere within you the strength to smile and tease him, "Yes, daddy."

He scoffed, but picked you up bride style and took you to the bathroom. He sat you on the toilet and ordered "Raise your arms. Let's take these clothes off."

You obeyed and let yourself be undressed by him slowly. It was different. Although he was used to ripping off your clothes and fucking you senseless, in that moment he was actually being gentle and there was nothing in his eyes but affection.

"Get up so we can take off that skirt." He asked and you did as he ordered. He took off your panties too, leaving you completely naked for him. A light shade of red tinting your cheeks.

"Bathtub or shower?" He asked to be sure and added it right after. "There's no way I'm leaving your side."

You nodded "Bathtub. With lavender and bubbles. Lots of bubbles."

He nodded, but instead of doing the whole process like a normal person, he moved his fingers and the bathtub filled with hot water. With a smirk he snapped his fingers and the water turned lilac and your nostrils were invaded by the delicious smell of lavender as you watched the water fill with foam. "As you wish, madam. Come."

He gave you his hand and helped you get into the tub, and you moaned contentedly with the feeling of the hot water surrounding your body.

He quickly undressed in front of you and that was a sight you would never get used to. Your eyes devoured every inch of his body before he entered the bathtub and sat right behind you.

He moaned softly as well letting the hot water relax him completely.

"Christ, I needed this." He confessed and you leaned your back against his chest feeling yourself being hugged by his strong arms and you leaned your head back letting your eyes close for a minute.

"What a shitty day I had" You blurted out, earning a small laugh from Stephen.

"It is not funny"

He buried his face in your hair, "I know. Want to tell me about it?"

You sighed, "Nothing out of the ordinary happened. I think I'm just tired of that environment, those people. Of doing the work of two or three and not getting any recognition for it. I'm tired of leaving that place feeling empty as if I had left my soul there."

Stephen listened in silence. He was good at that, at listening silently and letting you vent. It was one of his many qualities.

"And I feel bad for feeling this way. It feels like I'm being ungrateful. I know I should be grateful for being in a job in the first place, but I can't feel grateful right now and on top of that I feel silly complaining about my silly problems when you have to deal with so much..."

"Hey, don't do that!" Stephen scolded you. "Don't belittle your problems by comparing them to the things I do. It's not fair. Your feelings are valid, sweetheart and there's nothing wrong with feeling the way you're feeling right now. We just need to think of a way to make it better because I've noticed that this days when your come home like this have become more constant. You're always too tired and sad and I don't like seeing you like that."

You sighed feeling his lips on your neck and your skin prickling.

"I think I just need to stop thinking for a few minutes. My mind is my worst enemy, you know. The more I think the worse I feel."

Stephen hummed and continued placing kisses on your neck "I can help with that." His hands went down to your breasts, caressing them lightly.

"I said no funny business." You scolded him and he giggled softly and you felt him conjure up a soft sponge still under the water and started rubbing your back and neck with it. You can't stop a little moan from escaping your lips.

"I don't deserve you, Steph." You confessed to what he hummed, using the sponge to rub your arms, your belly, your thighs, every place he could reach.

"I usually think the same thing when you take care of me."

"Guess we don't deserve each other then." You teased.

"Or we were made for each other. I like this option better."

"Because you're a romantic. You want to be tough, but deep down you're soft, Stephen."

He let out an incredulous laugh "I've been called many things, but romantic is the first time."

You smiled, keeping your eyes closed and reveling in the touch of his hands when he puts down the sponge and started massaging your shoulders gently. His hand was shaking, but you even liked that feeling.

"You're different with me." You insisted. "I watch you with everyone else and you're different when you're with me, sweeter and more affectionate."

He hummed petulantly. "You didn't expect me to treat Stark and Wong the way I treat my girlfriend, right?"

"It's not that. I just think you allow yourself to be your most natural self when you're with me and I like that."

"I like it too." He agreed kissing the back of your neck.

The two of you were silent for a few minutes, his hands continued massaging your shoulders lightly and although he couldn't put too much pressure on the act, it was enough to relax you. The sound of cars passing on the street occasionally broke the silence of the Sanctum, as well as the sound of the water that was slowly cooling and his calm and steady breathing.

Eventually your eyes started to get heavy and Stephen must have felt the way you let the weight of your body rest on his because he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed the top of your head.

"Are you feeling better?" He asked genuinely worried.

You hummed positively and he sighed looking relieved.

"Good. Now I think we can finish here and go straight to bed, what do you think?"

You didn't have time to respond because your stomach growled embarrassingly loud to which Stephen let out a small laugh.

"Food first, then. Come." He asked and the two of you got out of the tub.

When you finished getting dressed, Stephen in just pajama pants and you in a nightgown, you ran to get under the covers and get comfortable.

"I'll get you something to eat. How about a sandwich?"

You nodded and then asked "What did you have for dinner?"

He shook his head "To be honest, I didn’t even remember to eat. It was a pretty busy afternoon."

You scolded him with a look, "Then I guess you can bring sandwiches for both of us."

Stephen nodded.

He came back a few minutes later with a plate with some sandwiches cut in halves, which you quickly devoured. When you both finished, neither of you was willing to get up, so Stephen just placed the plate on the bedside table and adjusted himself on the pillows, letting you lay on his chest.

"I know I've said this before, but you're so good to me, Steph."

He sighed, stroking your arm gently.

"I love you." You said, closing your eyes and feeling the tiredness of the day overwhelm you.

Stephen placed a kiss on the top of her head. "Taking care of you is what I love doing most, sweetheart. I love you. You have no idea how much."

You hummed softly "Yes I do because I love you just the same."

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greengoblinswifey · 2 years

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Never thought I would be foaming at the mouth over defender strange's corpse but hear me out...

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classickook · 2 years

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in the afterglow | defender strange

pairing: defender strange x fem!reader

summary: when the sanctum’s seals malfunction, coating your home in a blanket of white, stephen offers an unexpected remedy to heat you back up.

warnings: smut (18+), kissing, cockwarming, p in v sex, creampie, swearing, stephen is a bit of a soft!dom here

word count: 2.9k

a/n: there's basically no plot to this so enjoy the smut, besties! i’ll probably go back and edit later lol

your morning did not start off well.

apparently one of the seals to the rotunda of gateways had malfunctioned—how? you had no idea—and of course it had to be the very door that lead to siberia where a blistering storm of sharp ice crystals and blizzarding flakes charged their way into the sanctum and swept across every surface.

stephen had checked the series of doors as soon as he (literally) caught wind of the slip-up and recast the seals, ensuring they were done correctly, but it was too late. the sanctum was a winter wonderland in the middle of summer and there was no way to speed along the melting process as there was far too much snow and ice that coated the furniture, walls, and floorboards.

stephen requested wong’s assistance to cast every spell known to the mystic arts in an attempt to return the sanctum back to normal, but it appeared there was only so much magic could do.

you would have to wait, the normal way, for the ice to melt.

what was the point of magic if it couldn’t solve all of your problems?

after hours upon hours of useless attempts, stephen had finally relieved wong of his duties and encouraged him to return to kamar-taj until the sanctum’s seals were firmly restored and the ice had melted. as sorcerer supreme, stephen shouldered the responsibility of monitoring the sanctum in the meantime. he had offered the same option to you, suggesting that the warmth and comfort of kamar-taj would be far more pleasant than the frosty tundra of the sanctum, but you insisted on staying with him.

stephen allowed you to stay, though he worried about you being too cold or possibly developing hypothermia the longer you were exposed to such icy temperatures. you had teased that you were lucky to be dating a doctor, but he didn’t seem to find the joke very amusing when it was at the expense of your health and safety.

he chose for the two of you to spend the remainder of the day in your shared bedroom, the sorcerer anxiously flitting about and making adjustments to ensure it would be as comfortable as possible, given the circumstances.

a scarred hand waved over the fireplace until the wooden logs sparked to life, igniting a warm glow throughout the room that fought its way past the arctic environment. he also conjured up a bowl of steaming soup and mug of hot liquid that smelled faintly of hot chocolate for you in an effort to at least warm up your belly. you smiled at the gesture and at the way he fretted over your well-being.

doctor stephen strange, master of the mystic arts, sorcerer supreme, and member of the defenders was a total sweetheart.

even after downing both the soup and hot chocolate, it still wasn’t enough to heat you up completely, the after effects only lasting so long.

“still cold?” stephen asked from his armchair. he had positioned it in front of the fireplace along with the sofa you were currently lying on, but it wasn’t quite enough.

you nodded in answer to his question, noticeably shivering despite the oversized blanket draped over your shoulders.

he pouted in thought before an idea popped into his head. “let me warm you up then,” he said with a conspiratorial grin as he stretched out his arms and beckoned you toward him. “come here, sweet girl.”

you tightened the blanket around your figure as you stood from the sofa and crept your way across the cold floorboards until you reached stephen’s chair. you shivered again as you waited for him to instruct you on what to do next. “well?” you asked, teeth chattering audibly.

“come here,” he repeated, spreading his legs to you and then patting his lap expectantly.

you arched a brow but did as he said, moving closer until you stood between his legs. you balanced your hands on his shoulders as you positioned your thighs on either side of him, easing down onto his lap while his scarred hands guided you with gentle touches against the backs of your thighs. his head tilted back to watch you, his cerulean eyes intense and unwavering. once you settled onto him, stephen then wrapped your blanket over the two of you, forming a sort of cocoon of warmth and safety around you as your body hunched into his.

he experimentally rocked his hips up into you and you released a shaky breath as you felt the hardening bulge between his thighs brush against your clothed slit.

“that’s my good girl,” he murmurmed. “do you trust me?”

you nodded, the top of your head just barely visible from where you were nestled beneath the blanket.

“good,” stephen said with an affectionate laugh as he began to untie the strings of your sweatpants, “i’ll warm you right up.”

“how are you going to do that?”

his lips twitched at the corners. “i might have an idea. lift your hips for me, baby.”

you did as he instructed, rising just enough for him to slide your sweatpants and panties down in one swift motion. your cunt clenched as the cold air nipped at your skin, feeling wholly exposed and even colder than before. “how is this going to warm me up?” you whined.

“patience,” he said before pushing down his own pants, his cock springing free from the confines of his underwear, until the two of you were bare at the waists. his hands spread your legs open as he pulled you onto him, a sharp hiss pushing past your clenched teeth at feeling his hardened cock nudging at your entrance. “trust me,” he coaxed gently. stephen then thumbed at your clit, his fingers surprisingly warm as he played with you, loosening your muscles against the frostiness of the air. “feel okay?”

you bit your lip and nodded silently, relaxing your abdominals as you felt him slide past your walls and stretch you open. the ministrations of his fingers against your clit must have done the trick because he easily slid inside you without any trouble or discomfort. he was always so fucking good with his fingers; he could turn you into a puddle of goo within seconds, it seemed.

“mmm,” you hummed as your eyes fluttered closed, basking in the warmth that started to unfurl in your lower belly. “feels really good, stephen.”

“good,” he said, obviously pleased from the way the skin beneath his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled at you. he gently grasped your chin between his thumb and index finger, beckoning you down to meet his awaiting lips. he pressed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling back with a frown. “your lips are freezing, baby.”

“warm them up then, doctor,” you said teasingly, referring back to his earlier statement.

he playfully nipped at your chin before slotting his mouth against yours, his lips surprisingly soft and warm despite the sanctum’s frigid temperatures. his tongue slipped past the seam of your lips and delved inside, licking into your mouth and eliciting a delicious heat to spread throughout your body.

“how are you so warm?” you murmured against his mouth, tightening your grip on him and bringing your body as close to him as humanly possible.

“i might have used a few spells to help,” he said with a mischievous grin. “anything i can do to warm you up.” he adjusted his hold on you, coaxing your limbs to wrap around him. “just think of me as your personal heater.”

you hummed as you tucked your hands beneath his shirt to soak up his body heat.

in turn, stephen’s hands crept beneath your sweater to make contact with the soft skin of your back, the rough calluses and scars scratching lightly, though not painfully, as he rubbed circles along your back in an effort to spread more warmth into your frigid form. you felt a twinge of heat radiating off of his palms, far warmer than what would be considered normal, especially given the circumstances, so you assumed he was using some sort of heating spell. maybe magic was good for something, after all.

your cunt stretched around him and you basked in the feeling of his cock filling you up, stuffing you completely until your walls quivered and squeezed him further inside, locking him into place. you had never been this intimate with him before. sure, the two of you have had sex numerous times, but this was something entirely different; instead of fucking each other to completion, you moved soft and slow, barely doing anything, actually.

stephen groaned as you subconsciously clenched around him. “you feel so fucking good, baby.”

“so do you.”

he breathed out a laugh, rubbing your hips and then pinching you there lightly.

you peered up at him from where you were tucked into his side, admiring the mole on the column of his throat and the sharp angle of his jaw on display thanks to his ponytail. you certainly liked the style, especially tugging on it playfully (or not so playfully), but you would always prefer his hair loose. decidedly, you reached up to release his ponytail, the salt and pepper hair you loved so much falling to his shoulders like glistening silk, and then secured the hair tie around your wrist.

he chuckled at your antics, the sound of it shooting down your spine. “better?”

you nodded into the crook of his neck, smiling to yourself as his hair brushed against your cheek.

you basked in the comfort that he offered you, feeling warm with him buried inside you and wrapped around you—up until he shifted his hips without warning, that is. you rolled your hips in retaliation, but moaned at the sensation, wanting to rock against him even further until all you could feel was him.

he tsked softly. “hold still, baby.”

“stephen, i can’t—”

“yes, you can,” he cooed in your ear. “my baby can do anything, can’t she?” his teeth left blossoms of purple and pink along the underside of your jaw as he nipped and sucked at your skin. “my sweet girl,” he rasped.

“please, stephen.”

“please what, baby? not warm enough yet?”

you shook your head against his shoulder.

“use your words,” he chided you. “what do you want, sweet girl?”

“want you to warm me up,” you mumbled.

“and how would you like me to do that?”

you chewed at your bottom lip. “i want you to make me cum.” your cheeks flamed at being so openly vocal about what you wanted him to do to you. you weren’t used to it, but stephen would always want to hear you say it, nonetheless.

“what was that?” he asked cheekily. you knew he heard you the first time, smug bastard.

“make me cum, stephen.”

“good girl,” he said proudly, then lifted your hips off of him until he was almost completely out of you before guiding you back down, rolling his cock into your wet heat in lazy strokes. you moaned as he moved you to rock against his lap, doing all the work while repetitively pulling you up and down, his hips lifting to meet you, sinking further into your cunt each time.

this wasn’t fucking, you realized in your blissed-out state; stephen was making love to you, taking time to worship your body, achingly slow and sweet. you couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your face.

“what is it?” stephen asked, speaking past the deep groan rising in his throat at feeling you so tight and warm around him.

“nothing,” you breathed.

“tell me, baby.”

you bit your lip. “you’re making love to me,” you admitted sheepishly.

stephen’s hips paused, his cock twitching inside of you. “i always make love to you.”

you shook your head. “this is different. i can’t explain it, but it feels different.”

“good different?” he asked with an almost nervous edge to his voice.

you hummed in agreement. “a very good different,” you confirmed, leaning forward to press your lips against his. “i love you, stephen.”

you felt him smile into the kiss. “i love you, too, sweet girl,” he replied, and it tasted like honey on your tongue.

your hips stuttered as if paying no mind to the heart-to-heart you were having with stephen. his grip on you tightened in response. “please make me cum, stephen,” you repeated against his lips.

the corner of his mouth pulled up into a smirk. “gladly.” he continued his ministrations, hands gripping your hipbones as he shifted his hips up into yours.

your mouth opened in silent pleasure, loving every second of what he was doing to you, feeling your orgasm quickly approaching as he gradually sped up the pace. “stephen—”

“that’s it,” he cooed. “that’s a good girl. cum on my cock, baby. show me just how good i’m making you feel.”

a low moan bubbled its way up your throat at his words and the way he was moving inside you, his cock kissing your cervix as he breached the spongy tissue that always made you see stars.

with one final stroke, a flash of white suddenly clouded your vision as heat rushed from the roots of your hair to the tips of your toes. “fuck, stephen,” you whined pathetically and tugged on his hair in an effort to ground yourself.

your orgasm didn’t rip through you like a vicious current as it usually did when the two of you had sex, this time, it felt like the steady climb up a hill, creeping its way up to the top until it surpassed the peak and glided back down in sweet relief.

stephen quickly followed right after, a deep groan pushing past his lips and the vibration of it rumbled against your chest as you felt your combined arousal leak out of your cunt from where he was stuffing you full, cum dripping from between your legs onto the chair beneath you.

the sound of stuttered panting and the squelching of your joined bodies filled the otherwise silent room. “god, y/n,” he choked out, “you’re so fucking perfect. look at that,” he said, tipping your chin down to glance at where the two of you were connected and how his cum pooled between the cradle of your thighs.

heat crept up your neck and into your cheeks at the obscenity of it, but your cunt clenched once your brain caught up and processed what you were looking at.

obviously, stephen felt that. “fuck,” he hissed as you clenched around him again. his cock had already started to soften inside of you as the two of you settled in the afterglow of your orgasms, but you still felt so full of him, like he was touching every inch of you, and your body ached for him to move again; your brain, however, wasn’t quite up to it.

your eyelashes fluttered against the tops of your cheeks as your vision grew foggy in your blissed-out state. “sorry,” you said sheepishly, ducking your head beneath his chin.

he chuckled into your hair. “don’t apologize, baby. just give me a few minutes.”

you quietly giggled into the crook of his neck as you relaxed into him, releasing a sigh of contented relief. “i don’t think i can go again. ‘m too sleepy.” your eyes fluttered closed as drowsiness settled over you.

“yeah? you tired?” the deep baritone of his voice brushed against the shell of your ear.

you silently nodded, lovingly rubbing your cheek against the scruff of his beard.

“ready to go to bed, then?”

your head shook back and forth this time. “don’t wanna leave you,” you mumbled as you lazily clung onto his neck with your remaining energy. you felt completely relaxed and drained, ready to be coaxed to sleep but not wanting to be separated from him.

stephen chuckled before standing from his chair, arms tucked under your bare ass as he coaxed your legs to wrap around him, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs, his cock still buried deep inside you, eliciting a sleepy whine to escape your lips.

“it’s okay, i’ve got you.” he somehow managed to walk the two of you over to the bed, flicking his fingers in a quick motion that pulled the sheets and blankets down, the soft material looking so inviting to your spent form.

he sat on the edge of the bed with you still attached to his lap. you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck and sighed sleepily. “i have to clean you up, baby,” he whispered in your ear.

you barely managed to hum in response, but he took it as a sign to continue. he gently pulled out of you, eliciting a hiss from you once the heat of him was gone, but he quickly replaced it with a warm cloth, wiping away the mess before tucking you beneath the covers. he snuggled up behind you and wrapped a strong arm around your waist, fingers lightly tracing along the sensitive skin of your belly and kissing your shoulder.

“warm enough now?” he asked softly.

you nodded, hair brushing across your pillow as sleep pulled you in, the snowy landscape of the sanctum long forgotten now that you were blissfully warmed by your coupling, the crackling fireplace, and the arms of your lover.

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www-zoloft-com · 2 years

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now i KNOW these three were not fuckin around over defender strange's corpse in them bloopers.

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dino-fart · 1 year

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Escapism

Pairing: Multi Character x Female Reader

Genre: Drama, SMUT, Romance

Summary: You find yourself at a club called the Red Room. Your partner dumped you last night and your heart is shattered by it. You hope the club can provide you some escape, someone to take home and help you forget about what happened. One of the promoters picked up on this and takes you to magical place that let’s you choose whoever you want to spend the night with regardless of them not existing in your reality. Maybe by the end of your sexcapades you’ll end up finding someone new to love.

Inspired By: Escapism by Raye and 070 Shake

Tagging: @deepbatched, @vikingqueen28, @leonkennedyslefthand, @stewardofningishzida, @icytrickster17, @onlinecemetery, @marki-moo0, @absolute-not-original, @creamecafe, @scrubb, @nightingal3-tales, @alliethedaydreamer, @strangesthirdeye, @alexa-33, @zombiedixon89, @sunnsettee, @deliciousfestsalad, @kiaradaniell, @freyafriggafrey, @criticalroleobssedperson, @avengersfan25, @lunamoonbby, @androgynouspersonapricotfan, @foxcantswim, @namorkawaiiwife, @starkiller-queen, @kyuupidwrites, @luciamajer, @renatas10, @ayamenimthiriel, @gaiagurl05, @dipsylou, @pinkthick, @hansai, @andywinter16, @iambored24601, @3-cheese-tortellini, @cumbrbatchbenedict

Author’s Note: Please message, inbox or reply to this post if you want me to add more characters! I will be doing polls every now and then. Also this is my pitch for clubs to have a fantasy room, golden idea, will sell like hotcakes because I’ll be the only customer XD

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pinkthick · 5 months

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Was wondering if I could get a story with

Defender Strange

With fluff prompt

#13

Please and thanks.

Hii, hope you’re doing well. <3

Prompt #13 “Sorry for borrowing your clothes" "Dont be. You look great in them"

Good morning sleepyhead

Pairing: Defender!Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader

Wong & Fem!Reader

Summary: Stephen chuckled, selecting a dark-blue shirt from the closet and some black jeans. "I'll keep that in mind for next time.”

Y/N shifted in the plush bed, feeling the warmth of the morning sun filtering through the Sanctum Sanctorum's windows. As the soft sounds of the New York City outside reached her ears, she realized she was alone in bed. The memory of her first night with Stephen Strange made her smile, but the soreness in her muscles kept her from getting up just yet.

The rhythmic sound of running water signaled that Stephen was in the shower. Y/N relished the quiet moment, taking in the magical atmosphere of the ancient place. The room was adorned with mystical artifacts, and the air carried a hint of enchantment.

She considered joining Stephen in the shower, but the allure of the comfortable bed held her back. Instead, she closed her eyes, savoring the memories of the night before – the shared laughter, whispered secrets, and the tender moments that unfolded in the dimly lit room.

Lost in thought, Y/N heard the shower turn off. A few moments later, Stephen emerged, a towel wrapped around his waist. He caught sight of Y/N, a fond smile playing on his lips.

"Good morning, sleepyhead" he greeted, his voice a soothing melody.

Y/N couldn't help but smile “Morning” she replied, her voice still husky with sleep.

Stephen deftly gathered his long strands of hair, a casual focus in his eyes as he fashioned a loose man bun. Y/N observed the graceful motions, enjoying the intimate simplicity of the moment. "Are your muscles still sore?" he inquired, his gaze shifting to the closet where he contemplated his wardrobe choices.

Y/N nodded, wincing slightly as she attempted to stretch. "Unfortunately yes. Though your attempt at a lavender bath did work wonders."

Stephen chuckled, selecting a dark-blue shirt from the closet and some black jeans. "I'll keep that in mind for next time.”

"Next time?" Y/N queried, a playful glint in her eyes as she watched Stephen shrug nonchalantly. He began to dress himself, the play of muscles beneath his skin catching her attention. “You’re stuck with me, wether you like it or not now.” he replied, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

As Y/N gingerly got up from the bed, she winced slightly, prompting a concerned look from Stephen. "You sure you're okay?"

"Just a bit stiff," she reassured him, grabbing his white T-shirt from the bed. Y/N clad in Stephen's oversized T-shirt, tiptoed to him and wrapped her arms around him from behind. As he met her eyes in the mirror, a warm smile spread across his face.

"You're wearing my T-shirt," he remarked, a hint of amusement in his tone.

She grinned, resting her head against his back. "Sorry for borrowing your clothes. They’re just too cozy to resist, and it smells like you. I might keep it." Stephen turned to face her, his hands finding hers. "Consider it a permanent loan then.”

“I might.” The air between them crackled with a shared warmth, and without a word, Stephen leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss on Y/N's lips. It was a gentle exchange, a testament to the unspoken connection that had grown between them.

As they pulled away, Y/N met Stephen's gaze, her eyes reflecting the quiet intensity of their bond. The doctor looked at her with a soft gaze, his eyes reflecting a depth of affection. Sensing the intensity of his stare, Y/N playfully tried to slip away, but his arms gently pulled her back into an embrace. “I like seeing you in my shirts. It's a good look."

"You're a sap," Y/N teased, looking up at Stephen with affection dancing in her eyes.

He leaned down, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "I just said what I thought."

Y/N playfully kissed his chin. "You know what I'm thinking?"Stephen hummed, a knowing glint in his eyes.

"Breakfast at that new local," she suggested, a grin spreading across her face.

Stephen nodded in agreement to breakfast, but their plans were interrupted as Wong made a sudden entrance through a portal.

"Stephen—Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't—. Y/N, it's good to see you!" Wong greeted, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Stephen swiftly moved to cover Y/N, who was caught in a moment of indecency with his borrowed T-shirt. Y/N, blushing furiously, managed a greeting, "Hi, Wong. Nice to see you too."

"Wong, a bit of privacy, please?" Stephen asked a bit irritated. But Wong just chuckled, averting his gaze. "My apologies. I'll give you two a moment to finish getting ready. But Stephen, we have some matters to discuss in the library.”

As the portal closed behind Wong, Y/N let out a nervous laugh. "Well, that was unexpected." But Stephen sighed at the mention of matters to attend to, his fingers absentmindedly playing with a strand of Y/N's hair. Sensing his reluctance, Y/N offered a reassuring smile.

"It's okay, I don't mind," she said, understanding the responsibilities that came with his role as the Sorcerer Supreme. "We can have lunch later. Duty calls, right?"

He nodded, grateful for her understanding. "Thank you. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

Notes: Not sure if I should write them longer, don’t feel like it tbh but i’ll see. I’m still on this trip so it depends when I’ll post the other requests.

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asgards-princess-of-mischief · 3 months

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Last Updated: 2024-01-19

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

✑ Affection by lykaonimagines • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "...Stephen's jealousy gets the best of him while watching his wife teach a combat class..."

✑ Anything for My Girls by pinkthick • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "Stephen is more than willing to satisfy his wife's cravings when [you] wakes up in the middle of the night due to [your] restless baby."

✑ Fair Play by ironstrange1991 • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When Stephen comes home early from work he is pleasantly surprised."

✑ Give Me the Reason by lykaonimagines • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "After a year of Stephen constantly prioritizing his work, [you] finally hits a breaking point in [your] relationship."

✑ Good Morning, My Love by ironstrange1991 • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "After a long day and night of work Stephen comes home to finding you sleeping in his bed cuddled with his pillow and he decides to compensate you by giving a special good morning."

✑ Into You by lykaonimagines • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "Things had seemed to be heading in a romantic direction between [you] and Stephen. [However,] since assuming his new role as Sorcerer Supreme, he felt more distant than ever before. Frustration and alcohol seem to have finally come up with the perfect solution to [your] problem."

✑ Let Me Take Care of You by ironstrange1991 • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When Stephen comes home covered in blood… [you help] him bathe… and treat his wounds."

✑ One Day Away by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 •

Summary: All Stephen wanted was one day alone with you to ask you a very important question.

✑ Wardrobe Mix-up by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "An early morning emergency leads to [you] not paying close enough attention to what clothes [you] threw on from the pile in their room."

✑ Worth the Wait by geeky-politics-46 • 18+ • 〔E᜶F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "[Stephen] learns about your past and earns your virginity."

✑ You Put Flowers in My Hair by stranglockd • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You go to the Renaissance Faire with [Stephen] and some fun activities take place. Will he allow it to happen?"

✑ Adopted Daughter by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Adopted Daughter: Big Trouble by dino-fart • 〔M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Beautiful by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Do Adore by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 •

✑ Don't Make a Sound by dino-fart • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Good Boy by dino-fart • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Husband and Wife by dino-fart • 〔F〕 •

✑ My Goddess by dino-fart • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Nurse's Touch by strangelockd • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Sickness by dino-fart • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Smooth Talker by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Treating Defender by withalittlehoney • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Way You Speak, the by dino-fart • 〔F〕 •

✑ What a Coincidence by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Being Stephen's Pregnant Wife... by ironstrange1991 • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Stephen Comforting You After a Hard Day…￨by ironstrange1991 • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

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A Very Busy Sorcerer

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Stephen has been very busy the last few days and the reader decides he needs a moment to relax.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: SMUT: Handjob and some dirty talk. Use of the word daddy one or two times. Mostly fluff.

A/N: Working two jobs I haven't had much time to write, but I managed to finish this one for you guys and I hope you like it.

One of the things you tried not to do was disturb Stephen when he was working. You were still getting used to the idea of living together, even though you had been dating for almost 2 years and you were used to him sleeping in your apartment or you sleeping at the Sanctum almost every day, but actually living together was completely different and you wanted to show him that you knew how to respect his space and that you understood how busy he was.

However, since Stephen had set the date for the next mission with the Avengers he was always stressed, always worried and barely left the library, always reading and preparing for whatever he had to do. - As time went by, you stopped asking him to explain his missions to you. Today was no exception, Stephen was in the library, he was there all day in fact and even though it was Saturday, Wong was still wandering around the Sanctum instead of going back to the Kamar Taj like he normally did on the weekends, and you were bored and upset at being left aside and knowing that soon you would be alone in that huge house.

But you weren’t worried about yourself, you were worried about Stephen. He had barely been eating the last few days and when you brought it up he always said he was fine, but all that nervousness and stress couldn't be further from fine. You just wish you could find a way to make him stop and breathe for a minute and perhaps relax a little bit before going out on his mission. If you could just get him to talk to you a little, or eat something healthy, you'd feel less worried.

You found yourself searching for Wong to make sure he wasn't in the library too and found the Sorcerer Supreme in the Window of Worlds room doing who knows what. Having decided, you went to the library and found Stephen at his desk reading a huge book. He was so absorbed in his reading that he even noticed you approaching, even though Cloaky broke free from his shoulders and flew towards you.

He only noticed you when you were already at his side, asking so that the sentient relic could leave your both alone for a moment. Cloaky flew away happily and you smiled feeling a warmth in your heart. Sometimes you caught yourself thinking it was weird to have so much affection for a piece of clothing, but Cloaky was so much more than that you end up telling yourself every time.

Stephen sighed heavily as if he expected you to complain to him, even though he knew you never complained. Maybe he simply knew he had crossed the line today.

"Sweetheart, I know its Saturday and I know I should be spending some time with you, but I really need to find this specific spell..."

You shushed him wrapping your hands around his shoulders and positioning yourself right behind him. "I know. I didn't come here to complain, Steph. Do what you have to do." You said in a honeyed voice and began to massage his shoulders slowly. "I just want to spend some time with you while I can, if that's okay. I promise I won't disturb you."

He sighed heavily as you started working on a knot on his right shoulder and you could feel him melting under your touch and that was one of the things you loved most in the world.

"You could never disturb me, sweetheart. Hmm, this feels so good. I don't deserve you, Y/n."

"Shh. Enjoy it."

You smiled to yourself and continued with the massage and Stephen did his best to turn his attention back to his book which from what you could see was all written in runes.

It wasn't your intention to distract him, but you couldn't help but feel a little proud when you noticed how much he was melting into your touch, the slight moans he made every time you put more pressure on an area of his shoulders that needed to be worked on more carefully and – of course – it didn’t took long for dirty thoughts start to creep into your mind.

As the minutes passed, your hands began to become more daring, going down his defined chest covered by his blue robes and he sighed contentedly when your lips began to place little kisses on the back of his neck, going up to bite his earlobe and finally whispering into his ear.

"Does it feel good?"

He groaned, lolling his head back and closing his eyes and resting it on your chest.

"It's perfect. I'm so tired, sweetheart. You have no idea."

You nodded "Yes I do. I’ve been worried about you all day. That's why I'm here. I wanted to make you relax a little bit."

He hummed positively, "God, it's working. I love the way you work your hands, Y/n. They're delicate, but firm at the same time. Perfect."

You felt your heart flutter in your chest and decided to dare a little by running your hand down his chest until you reached his belt. "Yeah? What if I use them here. Do you think I can make you relax even more?"

Stephen almost purred feeling your fingers ghosting over a growing bulge. He let out a low moan when you held him over his pants, rubbing your hand against him to tease him and then you dedicated yourself to unbuckling his belt.

You placed a kiss on his neck and walked around his chair, placing yourself between him and his desk. Stephen moved the chair back, giving you more space and watched you kneel in front of him with a big and warm smile.

You unbuttoned his pants and quickly took his cock out. He was already half hard and you couldn't resist giving him a little kiss on the head as he moaned a little louder this time but quickly tried to compose himself.

"Sweetheart...Wong is still at the Sanctum."

You smiled mischievously, licking your hand and started pumping him up and down slowly.

"I know."

Stephen let out a nervous chuckle, but his cock quickly hardened in your hand. "You know he could come in here at any moment, then.” Though his words should sound like a warning, his voice broke with sweet moans and you thought they were really cute.

“Oh fuck... these hands... devilish."

You giggled, stopping just for a second so you could spit on his cock and go back to stroking him. The wet, lewd sound only adding even more to his pleasure.

Stephen bit his lower lip hard to try and suppress a loud moan at which you tsked.

"It's okay, let me hear you, Steph. Wong is up stairs, it's just you and me here. You know I love hearing your moans, they make me so wet. Sometimes I touch myself just thinking about it, replaying the sound on my head."

Stephen gasped as you held him tighter twisting your hand while moving it up and down. His legs shook a little and he moaned loudly for you just the way you loved to hear.

"So fucking dirty, sweetheart. Oh I love it! I love when you work your hands in my dick. The best handjob I ever had."

You smiled proudly. "Yeah? You're flattering me just because you want me to make you cum."

Stephen moaned even louder this time.

"God yes, please. I need you to make me cum, sweetheart. But it's not only because of that. You're perfect. You know I always say this. You’re always so good to me."

One of the things you loved most about Stephen was how controlling and rough he could be in sex and at the same time be sweet and affectionate. He was always so sweet when he let you have control over him like that, and you loved it.

You spat on his cock again and started working with both hands, rotating one from the base to the tip and the other massaging his balls. Stephen let out a groan and caressed your face, his thumb pulling your bottom lip down.

"Why don't you put that little mouth to work for me, uh? I'm dying for a blowjob."

You smiled mischievously, but even though his voice sounded so pleading and sexy, broken by small moans, you didn't give in. You know he would take back control to himself if you let him fuck your mouth, and you were loving that little submissive moment of his.

"I want you to cum on my hands, Stephen. You just told me how much you love them. They are not enough?"

"Yes I do. Shit! They’re more than enough, sweetheart. I could cum just from thinking about them as I did so many times. " He whispered between moans and his thighs trembled under your hands and his cock throbbed. "Fuck… but I need it faster, need more."

You bit your lip holding back a moan of your own. Seeing your man in that state was a huge turn on for you.

"Fuck Stephen... I'm so wet right now. Pussy is begging for you, and I know you want me too. So badly. You wanna put your cock inside me, don't you? Fell my pussy stretching around it..."

"Fuck yes." Stephen groaned and his cock jumped in your hand.

You started to work both hands on his cock, feeling him throb beneath them. He was so close, all he needed was a little push.

"Come on then, Steph, show me how much you love my hands. Cum all over them, make a mess for me. I just want you to feel relaxed, you deserve it. Have been working so hard these last few days. I just want to make you feel good."

"Oh yeah, sweetheart..." He moaned loudly. "Keep talking to me."

You smiled, satisfied now that you had him the way you wanted. "Give me your cum, daddy. Love you so much. I just want to be a good girl for you, wanna make daddy cum in my hands. I know you love my hands, Stephen. Show me how much. Give it to me."

Stephen let out a loud groan and started to cum. Warm and thick ropes of cum spurting from his cock and spilling onto your hands.

"There you go, Steph" You praised.

"Oh fuck... oh sweetheart. God, I love you, sweet girl." The words escaped his trembling lips as his body shook. His cum running down your fingers, some soiling the top half of his robes. A delicious mess.

He caressed your face, laughing softly, the sound making your heart jump in your chest.

"Such a good girl for daddy. Love you so much, Y/n."

You smiled sweetly at him watching as he conjured a cloth and began to clean himself as best as he could, but you knew it would take a lot more than that to get the smell of cum out of his robes.

He took your hands and began to gently clean them and then got rid of the dirty cloth and buttoned his pants and belts again with a flick of his fingers.

"I'll let you get back to work now." You said, getting up and threatening to leave, but he was faster. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to sit on his lap.

"Do you really think I'm going to let you go that easily?" He threatened with a smirk.

"I don't want to disturb your work, Steph."

He buried his face in your hair inhaling deeply.

"Too late for that, don't you think? Or did you really think I could go back to work after a handjob like that?"

You let out a small giggle "I didn't mean to."

He pulled your hair to the side and purposefully rubbed his goatee across the crook of your neck making your skin prickle. "Well, I think that was exactly your intention and now you got what you wanted."

"And what exactly did I want?" You asked, feigning innocence.

Stephen bit your earlobe "Making me hard for you, wanting to fuck you senseless until you ask me to stop."

"That’s not true." You said petulantly, turning to look at him and pulling him to your lips. "I never ask you to stop." You said biting his lip.

Stephen held you tight in his lap, standing up and opening a portal to his room. Work would have to wait.

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strangelockd · 11 months

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Within You

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Sinister Strange x FemReader

Summary: Your feeling gloomy and Sinister decides to surprise you with a gift.

Warnings: Heavy Fluff with a BIG splash of Smutty Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY

•Im back once again but this time with my favorite boy ❤️ This was inspired by a movie called The Labyrinth. Its based on this scene alone. The whole movie is just a gem to watch. If you like the song, check out my Sinister Playlist•

Looking out at the snowy sky, you realized just how much you missed the sun. You’ve always had a heart for the ancient arts along with a deep curiosity of obscure artifacts. Despite the look of what most people defined ‘normal’, its what drew you to Sinister Strange practically at first sight.

But what you loved most was the natural color of nature. The lush hues of flowers is what you missed the most. Sure Sinister did everything in his power to give you what you wanted in his world. Despite his abilities, there where limits to what he was even able to do. Never the less, he made it his mission to bring you joy. As far as you knew, he would turn the universe upside down just so he could see your smile.

Before you entered his life, there was nobody Sinister Strange would move the stars for. In his past he was a very cruel man who thought of only himself. So much so, that it cost him the greatest thing of all, his soul. But over time the both of you discovered that he can indeed be generous, and have the capacity for human kindness once again.

It started with him simply hovering wherever you were at. If you were in the study. So was he. Finding some excuse to be in the same proximity of yours, you could always bet that he would follow shortly after. At first you found it off putting, at first glance you assumed it was because he didn’t trust you. But you came to the realization that it was Sinisters way of saying I love you.

It didn’t take long after your professions for each other to blossom. In the course of a few months you went from strangers to lovers. It just felt so natural. Throughout your courtship you noticed Sinister had a passion for love letters. He would scatter them around in places he knew you would eventually find. In books, pillows, your desk. He even went as far as hiding them in your favorite music sheets. It truly warmed your heart to see him love once more.

Sinister’s healing from his grip on the Darkhold was far from easy. You both knew and accepted that. It still astounded you sometimes that he gave up his greatest treasure for you. Nobody has ever gone that far for you, not even you’re your past boyfriends.

Like a tender plant, things took its time to grow and settle. Everything you wanted he has done for you without a second thought. Taking a spot next to you, he gazed out the window and glanced over at you, his eyes drunk in yours leading him to pry.

“Why so glum my precious dove?”

Your eyes wandered to his while taking in a breath releasing a small sigh.

“You know I love you Stephen. But I miss my flowers back home,”you smiled, closing your eyes, “I know its silly. But it was something I took for granted back in my old universe.”

Sinister’s heart cracked, for he knew the feeling of longing for something that you couldn’t reach. That was always his curse, that is until you fell into his life. Little did you know that while you were keeping busy in the Sanctum, Sinister was staying up for weeks researching through ancient texts. He was determined to find a way for plants to stay alive without sunlight, and it was all for you.

After nights of practice, he finally had the perfect surprise. Taking your hand on the mantle cupping it softly, Sinister trailed his free arm around your waistline bringing you comfortably under his tall stature. His body heat felt so warm and relaxing.

“You precious thing. Your passions are never silly,” he cooed with a slight grin on his lips, “perhaps there may be something I can do”

Your eyes shifted from the window looking up at Sinister with mild exhaustion, “and whats that Stephen? You’ve already done so much for me”

Taking your hand Sinister guided you to a chair, with a look of curiosity it made him chuckle as he stepped back. Watching his hands move about in precise execution; purple indigo magic smoked around his scarred palms as you witnessed the most beautiful floral arrangement manifest before you. The bouquet consisted of plentiful red roses and babies breath. The accentuation of two large sunflowers in the center with a thick dark purple ribbon made your mouth drop in awe.

“Oh Stephen!” Taking the bouquet, you inhaled the familiar scent. Your eyes caught Stephen pacing, it was always something he did when he was in deep thought.

“Is something wrong?” you asked.

Trying to sum up his thoughts Sinister slowly paused facing you. Looking into your eyes he stepped forward slowly, “I don't always have the perfect words too say y/n, you know this to be true. All I know is this… I belong to you. I’m yours. However it is that you need me, know I'm here for you.”

Your stomach fluttered as you blurted out, “Well, there is another need you can take care of,” eyeing him with sudden lust.

Sinister furrowed a brow, his smile widened; he got the message. Who was he to say no to you. Wrapping his arms around you, Sinister kissed into your lips as you slowly melted together. Your tongues danced between shared groans as your fingers threaded through his hair tugging gently, causing him to hiss. The kiss was becoming more passionate as you couldn’t help but hitch your breath and tug harder, making Sinister groan into your neckline.

It took everything for him not to eat you alive right there. Oh how his cock ached against his stiffening trousers. But he wanted to savor you along with learning some form of self control. Even when he was sweet he always had his way of getting the hunger out in you regardless. Pulling away Sinister’s eyes widened as he smiled that wicked cheeky grin.

“Whats with the smile Stephen Strange?”

Gently taking the flowers as not to crush them, he set them on the nightstand. His hands returned to your face as he tilted your head up. Feeling his breath on your cheek he leaned into your ear, “There’s just so many things I want to do to you my pet,” biting your lobe gently he released a low growl that shot straight to your aching heat.

His grip grew tighter around your waistline as he pulled you in, determined to break all distance between. His lips brushed yours as you sunk into each other once more. But this time, Sinister wanted to go slower…more loving. His tongue slipped into your mouth as his hands slithered up your curves cupping your face. Tiny and precious, you released a moan as you kept on kissing. His hand’s returned to your waistline pulling you impossibly tighter against him as if he wanted to disappear inside of you. Pulling away to catch your breath, Sinister’s pupils were noticeably blown wider. For he could not wait any longer.

“Need you now,”he pleaded eagerly.

Shedding your clothes he laid you gently on the bed as you watched him crawl over you. His eyes glowed in the dim light as he made his way slowly up your body. Leaving no spot on your flesh untouched by his lips. Sinister’s goatee tickled your hips as he placed gentle kisses. He read your body like the blind read braille. Sinister continued to trail up your torso placing a single kiss on each breast, your nipples pebbled under his touch as you groaned in pleasure.

“Every part of you is beautiful. I love how you hum for me. My gorgeous dove,” he exclaimed.

There was something about the contact of human skin, the joining of two as one that he missed. Then again, there was something within you that he craved more than anyone else. Every touch you gave made him feel strength like anew. Like the ocean water washing over holes of sand. He cherished you with his whole being, his very soul. For you were the essence of his very existence. Life before you was a lonely complicated mess. As he looked into your longing eyes his hand trailed up to your face. Sinister strange knew those days were long gone.

Leaning down he kissed your body once more; his goatee tickled your already sensitive flesh as he buried his face in your chest once more. Kissing and savoring the taste of your skin he sucked on a nipple flicking it with ease making his groan. He trailed to the other side, treating it with equal care. Sighing softly you threaded your fingers through his silver streaks once more. Taking his hand he pumped his cock before trailing his eager vigor up and down your wet folds. He looked down with hooded eyes asking permission.

“Please take me Stephen.”

“But are you sure?” he asked.

Nodding, you looked deep into his eyes, “I’m not sad anymore Stephen. Yes I’m very sure. Now please take me.”

A large growl sounded from his throat as he pushed into you slowly. Squeezing his eyes shut, he gripped the sheets as you gasped softly. Adjusting to his size; he was bigger then what you had before no doubt.

“Oh, y/n,” he groaned in your ear as he slowly bottomed out in you. Your nails dug into his back and your legs locked around his hips. You were tight around him. Ethereal. You took his face in your hand feeling the scruff of his beard, looking deep into his eyes allowing him time to adjust as well.

“You feel like heaven my angel,” he exclaimed as started to move his hips, thrusting at a steady pace. Holding onto his shoulders you rocked with him chasing your climax. All this time you knew Sinister loved things rough, and normally you would go along with it because of your equally active libido. But there was something different with this. It was only when you peered into his blue eyes; time stopped and it hit you.

He was making love to you.

“Stephen, this is am-amazing,” you said in between moans, “but right now, I want you to go faster.”

Sinister paused, and at first you thought you turned him off.

“But I don’t want to hurt you,” he uttered softly, looking into your eyes.

“Its okay, Stephen. I want this. I’m a big tough girl remember.”

Sinisters eyes sparkled with mischief. Before you could comprehend it his thrusts started to pick up speed. The sounds of your breathing were loud and fast as it filled up the room. The scent of sex lingered as you wiped a wet strand of hair off his face.

“So beautiful,” he cooed, “fuck your perfect.”

“Oh Stephen,” was the only words you could bring to say.

His praises kept flowing as he thrusted in and out with ease. His cock hitting the spot that made you feel so gloriously full. So much so that you shrieked.

“St-Stephen. I- I’m coming.” Your back arched as you groaned louder, feeling your breath heighten.

“Come love. That’s right. Come for me,” he whispered harshly.

Sinister’s words were your undoing as he felt your pussy clench around his cock. Milking every drop from him, it took all his strength to not collapse on top of you. Rolling over he manifested a warm towel. Taking time with aftercare was essential to him. Its been so long since Sinister cared for someone else.

“That was amazing Stephen,” feeling his hands trail the warm cloth over your legs, he followed it with kisses. His beard made you giggle as he sat the cloth down. Bringing a blanket up, you snuggled against his frame. Trailing circles on his chest you eyed the flowers on the nightstand. Your mind wandered as Sinister broke the silence. The statement practically coming from your head.

“Don’t worry, they will live forever my dove. I found a spell that preserves living plants.”

Reaching over, he brought the bouquet onto your lap. You couldn’t help but smile wide.

“I will cherish them forever Stephen. Thank you,” you said softly before leaning in to give him a kiss. “This means the world. But I’m curious, why did you pick sunflowers?”

Sinister let out a soft chuckle kissing you head. “Because you are my sunshine and my world. I know it hasn’t been easy adjusting to this place. But I promise to dedicate every waking moment to your happiness y/n.”

Your heart warmed at his words as you snuggled closer. Sinister Strange would always would be by your side no matter what.

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