#doctor strange supreme x you

[ironstrange1991]

Strange Love (Part 1)

Angst / +18 Smut

Pairing: DoctorStrange!Supreme x Fem!Reader Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: After Escape from the traumas of the past, the reader finds shelter in Stark Tower and begins a new life that is threatened with the arrival of a visitor from another universe.

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Kidnapping, Mentions of abuse and traumas, Mentions of blood and wounds, Sexual content (P in V).

A/N: Specific plot parts and character powers may differ from what is seen in the movies and comics. I didn't try to make the story faithful to what we see in the MCU, this being used only as reference. Loki is only a tiny part of the story so if you don't like him don't worry ;)

English is not my first language so this will probably have some grammatical mistakes, I hope it doesnt spoil your experience.

Chapter 1: A Strange Visitor

It was late at night and all your instincts were on alert. Something wasn't right.

After all the traumas you went through after arriving in NY, you knew how to detect certain things and learned not to ignore certain sensations when they arrived.

Loki was far away trying to sort himself out with the TVA, which made you anxious and worried, but you needed to trust that he would make it or you would never have peace.

So there you were, staring at the dawn through the window after a sleepless night and worried about something you couldn't say what it was.

The day dragged on slowly and anxiously, every time someone called your name you scared yourself thinking something bad was happening, but when something got out of your control, it wasn't someone who informed you, you saw what was happening yourself. right before your eyes.

The vision was blurred and frightening. Stephen Strange was struggling. Defending himself against an enemy you couldn't see. Wong was passed out on the floor. Doctor Strange surrendered and then shouted “Look around you, do you think this is going to end well? Every time we interfere with reality we bring destruction.”

The voice that answered Stephen was familiar, but it held a frightening tone that you had never heard.

“It's nothing I can't fix.”

Your heart skipped a beat when you noticed that the speaker was Doctor Strange, or at least a version of him.

When you came back to the reality of the living room in Stark Tower, you were scared. You wanted to pretend that this was just a dream, nonsense, but you couldn't help but see it as some kind of premonition. More importantly, you couldn't hide it from Strange. He needed to know about that threat as soon as possible. He would know what to do.

You headed for the Sanctum Sanctorum as fast as you could. You slammed the door, but no one answered. The door opened as you tried the handle and entered what was a totally different place than the last time you saw it, all the furniture lying on the ground.

“Doctor Strange" You called, but no one answered. "We need to talk about something I saw…"

Doctor Strange's voice came to you strangled and scared

“[Y/N] ... run now.”

You turned to run, but the door closed in front of you and Doctor Strange spoke again.

“Welcome, my dear.”

A chill ran down your spine and when you turned around you saw him for the first time: Stephen Strange. Well, some kind of Stephen Strange.

Doctor Strange was lying on the floor beside Wong. Another Stephen Strange was walking towards you.

“I knew you would come. I could feel you watching me. I see that this universe has done you good, your skills are much more developed here.”

You did not answer.

“Allow me to introduce myself, but it may seem a little strange.” He smirked  “I'm Doctor Stephen Strange.”

You nodded, trying not to show how much that scared you.

“I know who you are. I saw you some time ago, knew you would come at some point.”

“Of course, your skills are exceptional.” He said looking proud.

“[Y/N]... run.”  Doctor Strange shouted irritating the other Doctor Stephen Strange who gagged him with a spell.

“Please don't hurt him.”

Strange smiled evilly. He was slightly different from the Doctor Strange you knew. He looked mad. He had dark circles under his eyes, his hair was disheveled. Yet it was him. Scarily him”

“I imagine it must be difficult for you to understand, but this Stephen Strange never deserved you. He's weak, he would never do for you the things I've done, he'd never sacrifice as much as I've sacrificed.”

You were confused, but you let him finish.

“You deserve the best version of me.”

Doctor Strange stumbled to his feet and walked down the stairs approaching. He tried to speak, muttering under the gag. The scary Doctor Strange removed the gag.

“I think there's been a mistake, my relationship with [Y/N] is purely...

“We are friends” You said finishing “We are nothing more than just friends.”

Stephen Strange smirked “Stephen... you are even worse than I imagined. You have no idea how precious she is, what I've done to have her again, the things I've sacrificed and you have her here as a friend?”

“Strange...”  The two looked at you “Is there a version of me in your universe?”

He smiled and now he looked less scary, even sad “There was, but I lost her. Her death is an absolute point in my universe, it's what triggered the events that made me Doctor Strange, therefore immutable. The things I did to bring her back...”

“Are you saying there was no accident?”  Doctor Strange showed his hands to the other Stranger who denied it “In my universe I lost my heart. I lost her” He pointed to you.

It was surreal to admit that other versions of you existed, let alone accept that one of those versions was in love with Stephen Strange.

“I'm sorry”  You said “But I'm not her. Me and Doctor Strange are just friends.”

Stephen Strange smiled “You are her, you just have to remember.”

Stephen seemed to understand what he intended “No, you can put the whole universe in danger using that spell.”

Strange didn't seem to mind “I've already destroyed one universe to save her, I would destroy them all if I had to.”

That creepy Doctor Strange approached you with his black and purple cloak and touched your face and smiled confidently. A portal opened and he dragged you through it.

You were in another Sanctum Sanctorum, but you didn't know where.

“Are we in another universe?”

He smiled “We're at the London’s Sanctum.”

“The masters of this Sanctum. You killed them?”

He didn’t answer.

You went silent, you were at the mercy of a terrifying and infinitely more powerful version of Doctor Strange. You were terrified.

He approached and touched your face “For so long I imagined this moment, now you are here beside me, alive.”

“Strange... I'm not who you expect me to be.”

“Of course you are. You are scared now, but everything will make sense when you remember everything we've lived together.”

“I can't remember something I haven't experienced. In this universe I never fell in love with Doctor Strange.”

He approached dangerously and then kissed you. You were paralyzed.

“We'll make new memories.”

...

“Stark we need you” Doctor Strange entered through a portal in Tony Stark's workshop in the Stark Tower.

Tony stared scared  “Can you stop doing this? You scared me.”

“Yeah... I'm sorry, but I need your help.”

“Another alien attack?”

Doctor Strange shook his head negatively “It's infinitely worse.”

He told Stark about his dark version and everything he knew and that you had been kidnapped.

Tony went silent.

“Tony, It's not your fault, no one could fight him at that stage of power.”

Tony stared at him “How is that possible? If he is you from another universe, how can he be stronger?”

“Centuries of forgotten knowledge, dark magic training, absorption of other magical beings.”  Stephen looked perplexed “I always thought I was irresponsible, especially after everything that happened with Peter Parker, but this is a limit of irresponsibility that I never dreamed of exceeding.”

“And how did he get here?”

“I don't know. But he is here and he is with her.”

“Why? Why he needs her?”

Strange sighed “Because in his universe Stephen Strange and [Y/N] were engaged."

Tony chuckled nervously “Say it again”

“The accident that destroyed my hands, that made me become Doctor Strange, in his universe killed her. He tried to bring her back, learned everything he could for that, but her death is an absolute point in that universe, therefore immutable.”

Tony agreed “So he came to get [Y/N] to take her to his universe."

Tony felt a primal fear of losing you.

“Stark, he destroyed his entire universe to get her back. He won't stop.”

Tony got up “So we’ll stopped him. I won't leave her alone with that lunatic bastard... no offense.”

Doctor Strange sighed “We don't have much time.”

“What are you talking about?”

“There is a spell, dangerous, but theoretically possible. If he uses it... it's irreversible”

“What does it do?”

“He re-signifies the essence of [Y/N] of his universe and condenses her memories..."

“Okay, translate that.”

“He downloads [Y/N]’s memory from his universe into [Y/N]'s mind.”

Tony's eyes widened “What would happen to her? Would it cease to exist? Would we lose her forever?”

“I don't know. This spell has never been used by our order of mages. It's something hideous that requires dark magic. Messing with reality this way, interfering with the multiverse this way…”  Doctor Strange went silent.

Tony held his breath waiting for him to finish explaining.

“I don't know what would happen to her, but I know it would destroy our universe the same way he destroyed his.”

…

You were trapped in London's Sanctum Sanctorum. There was no getting away from this situation, you were dealing with a very powerful sorcerer who had gone completely insane.

You struggled to keep your head straight, trying not to completely freak out. That whole multiverse theory that Loki had talked about, that Doctor Strange had explained, was scary enough in theory, in practice it was just maddening.

Yet something about the whole story moved you in a strange way. How could there be another version of you that was so different from what you are? Such an uncomplicated version, how was that possible?

Wouldn't that [Y/N] have gone through the same traumas as you? Wouldn't she have suffered at the hands of her own family like you did? Wouldn't she have to run away like you and taken shelter in Tony Stark’s Tower?

 You still couldn't conceive the idea that you had a relationship with Doctor Strange. In your universe, Doctor Stephen Strange was someone you rarely spoke to. You couldn't understand how you could be in love with him. But another universe was supposed to mean a completely different life, and in that life you were Doctor Strange's fiancé and you were dead.

Why was fate so cruel to them? You couldn't imagine the pain that Doctor Strange was going through all those years alone, scared trying to bring you back. You could feel that pain somehow and along with it, you could empathize with all of his suffering.

Stephen Strange returned to the hall after some time. You were sitting in an armchair facing the fireplace and you startled when you saw him standing next to you.

“You don't have to be afraid of me. I would never hurt you.”

You nodded. His hair was combed now, his goatee trimmed as if he was trying hard to look more restrained and less scary. He wore a dark tunic with a leather belt at the waist and black boots. Something your universe's Doctor Strange use to wear, but this Doctor Strange had a black and purple cloak instead of the blood red one.

His eyes still had dark circles under them and a haze that made him look like he was a thousand years old, and somehow you didn't doubt that was true. Yet he was terribly like the Doctor Strange you knew.

He sat in another armchair in front of you  “There is a spell, I've been studying it for a few years.”

You nodded, trying to stay calm, but you were terrified. “Will it hurt?”

“Never.”

You nodded “The people I know, my friends... will I forget about them?”

Strange sighed “Possibly. There are no parameters to support us, this spell has never been performed before.”

You went silent having a bad feeling about this. You needed someone to rescue you from that man before he had time to perform such spell.

“Strange... Don't do that” You asked in vain. You knew he'd had that idea fixed in his mind for years, maybe centuries, and he wouldn't give up easily.

He smiled but doesn't respond.

You felt a tightness in your chest. Maybe that was fate calling you. Their love made more sense than your daily madness. But you loved Loki, or at least you thought you loved him, sometimes you wondered if you really knew what love was. All you've ever known is abuse and negligence. You found a sense of brotherhood and friendship with Tony and Natasha and an intimacy with Loki that was strange but very welcome. You weren’t willing to give that up.

“Come on, you need to rest. I'll show you where your room is.”

You followed Strange upstairs and down a long corridor. He opened the door and he entered a spacious room with dark rugs and curtains. The furniture was old Victorian type. You were relieved it wasn't a dungeon.

“Are you hungry? I can order something to eat.”

“I am fine."

He nodded and walked out closing the door behind him and walked to you. You felt your body stiffen as he approached looking at you with eyes you never imagined Doctor Strange looking at you.

Stephen Strange was a handsome guy but you'd never looked at him the way this Stephen Strange wanted you to.

He stopped just inches away from you “The last time we saw each other we were celebrating. I was going to speak at a ceremony and you asked me for Creme Brûlée” His voice was slightly choked “A car hit us on the road. I tried to bring you back so many times, for years... I thought I would never see you again... I can't explain how happy it makes me to have you by my side.”

Your heart raced pounding in your ears. You could almost feel a heat inside rising up. He wasn't crazy, he was just in love... with you. How was that possible?”

He smiled “I'm sorry. I know you don't remember, but something tells me that maybe you can feel it.” He took your hand and placed it on his chest over the tunic “We love each other.”

You instinctively pulled your hand away and backed away. Your chest was warm from those words, you could almost feel something and it scared you. The intensity of his gaze, the words, all that pain. you didn't want to admit it.

“I'm sorry... it's a lot to...”

“I know. Try to rest.”

He left the room and you sat on the bed completely bewildered.

Why was you feeling that way? It was almost as if you could feel something for him, but how could you feel something that hadn't happened to you?

Your mind was in a whirlwind and you suddenly remembered Loki. You needed to see him one last time before you were cosmically brainwashed.

You stayed there in the room watching the place through the window. You've never been to London. You've never been anywhere.

Your mind wandered to your memories with Loki, it was trying to catch up with him.

It was crazy, you'd done it just once and without intending to. You had simply maintained a connection with Loki's mind that had brought him to you, but doing it premeditatedly seemed to me a rather ridiculous idea.

Still you needed to try. You forced yourself to think about what you wanted him to know: "Tony and Doctor Strange need you and Thor right now."

You repeated the phrase in your head, but nothing happened. You didn't know what you wanted to happen. It wasn't like he was going to respond.

You lay down on the bed to rest. your head ached from the exertion and you ended up falling asleep.

You woke up in the middle of the night and decided to test the door. It was open.

You left the room walking through the unfamiliar corridors and down the stairs. That Sanctum Santorum was exactly like the one in NY, even the furniture was the same. You had visited the place once with Thor when you went to talk about Loki and his TVA stories, but you hadn't really paid attention to the place until then.

You looked for something that looked like a kitchen and found it, but there was nothing there. Your stomach growled with hunger. You had a glass of water and was walking back to the hall when you heard a loud, frightening noise. When you looked towards the noise you saw Doctor Strange fighting with something that looked like an octopus. You were mesmerized watching him use magic. He was graceful and terrifying at the same time. You've never seen Doctor Strange do the things that Doctor Strange did.

You couldn't believe your eyes: Strange sucked the octopus into him, absorbing it and when he opened his eyes they were like flashes of red light.

The noise ceased and Doctor Strange used magic to repair the damage the fight had done to the hall. He stopped with his back to where you were hiding.

“You can leave now. It's safe.”

You were embarrassed, but walked over to him.

“I was just... looking for something to eat when I heard the noise of the fight... I didn't want to…”

He smiled, but the smile never seemed to reach his eyes. His eyes had deep circles under them and they always looked so sad. His face was scarred, he looked tired and much older than the Doctor Strange from your universe.

“I'll get you something to eat. Sorry, I'm not used to having company.”

You sat in the armchair facing him “It’s okay”

You couldn't help but notice how awkward you felt when in his presence. The fear you felt when you saw him for the first time gradually disappeared and gave way to something different that you didn't understand.

He noticed the way you was looking at him “ You can ask me anything you want”

“How did you do that? The Doctor Strange I know doesn't do that. I think.”

He got serious “Hundreds of years of practice. The Stephen Strange of this universe is very young, he hasn't developed a fraction of the power he can develop.”

You sighed “He is... please don't hurt him.”

He smiled “You told me you didn't feel anything for him.”

You disagreed “I said I wasn't in love with him, but he's a decent man, he helped me when I asked for his help, and he's helped keep things under control here in our universe. He's a good man.”

He agreed “I'm not here to hurt anyone, I just want what's rightfully mine.”

You nodded hesitantly, but you needed to tell the truth “Strange... this isn't going to end well.. it's going to hurt people.”

He looked at you regretfully.

“I saw what you're going to do to this universe. Your interference here will destroy it as it destroyed yours.”

Strange got up in exasperation “I won't give you up. I lost you before, I won't lose you now. Not again”

You were startled by his reaction and noticed that there was blood dripping from his clothes. “You are hurt.”

He shook his head negatively “I'm fine, don't worry.”

You didnt understand why you cared, but you approached him

“Let me see it.”

He sighed in surprise and shrugged off his cloak and untied his tunic baring his chest and back.

You couldn't help but feel the blush on your face.

There was a huge gash on his chest and another on his back as if something had gone through him. “This... needs a doctor.”

“I am a doctor.”

You disagreed “You cannot treat yourself.”

“I've been doing this for centuries.”  He groaned when you touched it “It's not serious, don't worry.”

“Let me help you at least.”

He smiled “There are bandages upstairs.”

He opened a portal and then answered your mute question “I'd better avoid the stairs for the moment.”

You agreed and went with him.

You entered another room very similar to the room you spent the afternoon in. He sat up in bed. A closet door opened with a wave of his hand. You went there and got bandages and alcohol.

“You'll need the suture kit.”

You stared at him perplexed “But I... I don't know...”

“I'll show you how to do it.”

You agreed.

You cleaned the wound as best you could, but it looked so deep. He grimaced every time you touched him, but he didn't object.

When it came time for suturing he showed how you should do it by putting the first stitches on and you continued. You finished in the back cutting the line and glued the bandage.

“Thanks.”

You sat next to him on the bed “What happens to them when you do that?”

He looked at you surprised by the question.

“They die, but their powers merge with mine.”

“Can Stephen do that too?”

“He could if he wanted to, but he won't.”

“How you know?”

“Because he lacks motivation. Only a very strong reason would lead him to use that kind of magic. He didn't lose what I lost.”

You stared at your hands “I wouldn't want to see him...”

“Like me?”

You sighed “Were you like him? It's not fair what happened. I'm very sorry.”

He touched your face “It's been terrible years trying to get you back, but now I have you... at least in parts.”

Loki's face came to your mind. However, at that moment you saw no other way out than to give in to that Strange. After all, if that was your destiny in another universe, wouldn't it be in this one too? Either way, you needed to protect the ones you loved. You couldn't let him destroy your universe.

You touched his face and kissed him. His lips were cautious on yours and his hand touched your hair holding you in that moment. You couldn't deny that something in the moment warmed your heart and you convinced yourself there was no other way.

When your lips parted you felt your face heat up and got up in a hurry “I'll throw this away” You said taking the bloodstained bandages and he didn't object.

You walked out of the room feeling his eyes on your back. How was it possible? Why was you feeling that way?

You got rid of the bandages and went back to the bedroom. You needed a bath, clean clothes, and food. You felt your chest tighten thinking about your apartment in the Stark Tower and Loki. You would give anything to be with Loki in that moment, but you knew you couldn't see him again. If you wanted to stop Doctor Strange from destroying the universe using that spell, you needed to show him that the spell wasn't necessary, that you was capable of loving him as much as you loved in his universe. You needed to make him believe that, even if it meant sacrificing your love for Loki.

The day dragged on and you didn’t see Strange again. It was night when he knocked on your door.

You opened it and he was dressed in an elegant suit and handed you a covered coat rack.

“Get dressed, I'll take you to dinner.”

You agreed surprised. You put on the dress, a strappy midi and heels.

It was particularly cold that night, but you didn't ask.

You tied your hair up and left the room. It was far from neat, but Strange stared at you in amazement and smiled, handing you an elegant black coat.

"Let's go." He held out his hand to you. His hand was smooth it didn't have the strange scars that covered Doctor Strange's hands, and it didn't shake neither.

He took you to a nice restaurant downtown. He drove fast through the busy streets and got out of the car opening the door for you.

You sat at a table in a very private place.

"It's a pleasure to serve you, Mr. Strange,” said the discreet waiter. "Your wine catalog and menu."

“Thanks.”

He walked away and you watched as everyone kept looking at you.

“I recently discovered that Stephen Strange is some kind of a celebrity in this universe.”

You nodded “He helped save it a few years ago.”

Strange agreed “He and the Avengers, whatever that means” He stared at the wine catalogue.

“They're my friends... the Avengers. They help people, some died fighting.”

He stared at you ignoring what you said “Did you choose what you want to eat?”

“Yes”

He called the waiter and ordered your plates and a red wine which the waiter brought right away.

He served you.

“How are you feeling?” You asked drinking the wine quickly to see if the alcohol helped you to deal with the situation.

“Much better, thanks for helping me.”

He thought for a moment “I've been thinking...”

You stared at him fearfully.

“I imagine your Avengers friends are planning to rescue you, it would be better for everyone if there wasn't a conflict.”

You vehemently agreed.

“I will allow you to return to NY to say goodbye and then I will perform the spell.”

You felt a chill down your spine.

“When?”

“I'll take you to NY tomorrow. We will perform the spell within three days.”

The waiter served your plates, but hunger had completely left you.

He began to eat elegantly and you forced yourself to do the same. How could you convince him not to use that spell?

You finished dinner and Stephen insisted on serving you Creme brûlée. It was far from being your favorite dessert, but you savored it slowly under his thrilled eyes. And that was the hardest, he expected from you what you were in his universe, but you were a completely different person.

You got back to Sanctum Santorum and he walked you to your bedroom door.

“Thank you for the night” He said “I had forgotten what it was like.”

You nodded trying to smile.

“I'm sorry for making you hungry.” He smiled “Good night.”

“Goodnight.”

He walked away and you watched his back and in a rash act you called out to him.

He turned around and you kissed him, he held you tight in his arms and walked into the room and closed the door behind him.

Your lips parted and his hand ran over your face, his thumb caressing your lip. “You’re sure?”

You weren’t sure, but you needed to try. You needed to convince him that you could love him. “Yes”

He kissed you again and your hands unbuttoned his suit.

He pulled you onto his lap and carried you to bed. He took off his suit and tie and kissed you again.

You pulled him by the shirt on top of you. His lips roamed your neck, his hand caressed your thigh lifting the dress.

Your hands unbuttoned his shirt freeing him from it. His chest and back were bandaged. You touched his chest and pushed him down, laying him on the bed and he didn't hesitate. You straddled him, wrapping your legs around his hips.

He moaned softly against your lips and you shrugged off your dress and unbuttoned his pants. Your lips met again and you directed him inside you and moaned loudly.

Your body responded to him with an intimacy that scared you. It was as if making love to Doctor Strange was commonplace.

His kisses were passionate, your bodies moved in sync and you realized you didn't feel bad for the way it satisfied you. It was good.

He rolled over you slowly forcing himself inside you, kissing you and after an indeterminate time lapse to your confused and ecstatic mind, you came together.

He pulled you into his arms. You knew this was the moment to convince him. You don’t even had to lie.

“I can... feel something for you”

He looked at you in surprise and his eyes lit up.

"I can feel it," You said pulling him back to your lips. “It's not a memory, but I feel how happy we were.”

He held you in his arms “You are her.”

You didn't understand what you were doing, You felt strange there in his arms. You liked the feeling of being in his arms. It was confusing and scary and you didn't want to admit it even to yourself.

Kissing him, making love to him had been something so natural it felt ordinary, as if you'd done it dozens of times.

He caressed your face “I know you're afraid of the spell, but I promise you have nothing to fear.”

“I'm not afraid for myself, I'm afraid of the consequences. If everything is destroyed again, how could you be happy?”

He stared at the ceiling “I can make it work.”

“You can't” You said sitting down “I saw it.”

He sat up too, your bodies covered by a thin duvet.

“I went to see Doctor Strange because I needed to alert him to what I had seen.”

“What did you saw?”

“You. Everything around you was disintegrating.”

He sighed “You need to remember”

You caressed his face “I am her, but I am also me. The same person and yet different. Would you be able to love this version of me? Because if not, you're living a fantasy and not reality.”

He sighed regretfully “You speak like her.”

“You can remember for both of us and we can create our own memories.”

What was you doing? How could you promise a life with that man? You just wanted to make sure your universe continued. May the people you loved continue.

He stared at you “But this way she would still be dead.”

You touched his face “No, she's alive because you remember and I'm here. I am her."

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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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[pinkthick]

Doctor Strange Supreme

Okay, so let’s talk about Doctor Strange Supreme from “What if?”. He really had a good start with his story, becoming Master of the Mystic Arts after losing Christine Palmer instead of losing the usage of his hands. (Since Christine is more important to him than his career in that universe). We all know how episode 4 from season 1 went, where he absorbed various interdimensional beings in order to attain enough power to alter the past and resurrect her. He succeeded even if others tried to warn him of the consequences and as soon as he resurrected Christine, the universe was falling on itself.

(Mind you, he managed to delay the collapsing universe with his powers for some good minutes. He even created a pocket dimension. 💀)

He realized his mistakes (even if it was too late) and more consequently, he regrets his actions.

“The world shouldn’t pay for my arrogance.”

“Punish me. Not the world. Not Christine.”

He has been left alone in that void for God knows how long and while he could have gotten out, he didn’t. He stayed there, making the pocket dimension his own prison. (Probably thinking of every single mistake he had done.)

Now let’s talk about episode 9 from season 1, where he literally went toe to toe with Infinity Ultron. (When the Watcher tried to fight him, he was literally losing but Doctor Strange Supreme managed to hold his ground and literally defeat Infinity Ultron).

But what I really want to talk about is when Killmonger tried to persuade Stephen into taking the infinity stones so that he could remake his universe and have Christine back. He could have easily taken them and just make his wish.

But he didn’t. He accepted his ‘punishment’ to guard the pocket dimension he made for Infinity Ultron and Killmonger, stating that it wasn’t really a punishment since he didn’t have to lose anything anymore. (He called the Watcher a friend too😭). But basically what I’m trying to get to, he said that he moved on. He had his redemption arc.

Now we’re back with episode 9 from season 2. Like what the actual hell. Why would he go through all that trouble when he could have gotten the infinity stones in the first place like..make it make sense. And don’t get me started on Peggy Carter and Kahhori. How did they even defeat Doctor Strange Supreme (what in the plot armour was this) like come on? Stephen fought Infinity Ultron and didn’t lose, but lost to Peggy Carter when she had the stones? She even punched him while he was in his monster form. 🙃

Yeah and about Kahhori. She is powerful but not that powerful.

To be honest, they should have left him have that ending from the season 1 finale if they didn’t have ideas for him anymore. Not literally make him the villain and kill him off.💀💀

But that’s Marvel for all of you.

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[winsteria]

This post contains fanfic recommendations for Sherlock Holmes (BBC) and Stephen Strange and his variants. I thought it would be nice to share and recommend to all of you the fics that I love! <3

Note: Most of the recommended fics are fluff, but there will be some angst too. Fics that contain smut will be marked with (S), so for those who don't read them can be aware.

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STEPHEN STRANGE

➥ Doctor Strange

✦ Karaoke Night by @annesthaeticc

✦ Uncle Stephen by @writingliv

✦ Musée de l'Orangerie by writingliv

✦ Glimpse of Us by writingliv

✦ Paper Hearts (Series) by @classickook

✦ All I Ask (Part 1) by @brunchable

➥ All I Want (Part 2) by brunchable

➥ One Dance (Last Part) by brunchable

✦ Can't Love You in the Dark by (Part 1) by brunchable

➥ Can't Love You in the Dark by (Part 2) by brunchable

➥ (S) Can't Love You in the Dark by (Part 3) by brunchable

✦ A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be (Mini-series) by brunchable

✦ Karaoke Confessions by @getlostsquidward

✦ Annoying by @spookyspecterino

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➥ Defender Strange

✦ Wardrobe Mix Up by @lykaonimagines

✦ Give Me The Reason by lykaonimagines

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➥ Sinister Strange

✦ Notes & Letters by lykaonimagines

✦ Actions Speak Louder by @geeky-politics-46

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➥ Supreme Strange

✦ My One Constant by lykaonimagines

✦ Something Interesting by lykaonimagines

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SHERLOCK HOLMES

✦ Touch Starved by @starks-hero

✦ Comfort by starks-hero

✦ Deep Water by starks-hero

✦ Dinner With the Family by starks-hero

✦ Danger Night's by starks-hero

✦ Different by starks-hero

✦ Sentiment by starks-hero

✦ I'm Here by starks-hero

✦ Meet the Parents by starks-hero

✦ His Remedy by starks-hero

✦ Darling It's Cold Outside by starks-hero

✦ Always On My Mind by starks-hero

✦ Christmas by @geeks-universe

✦ Bedside Manners by @luxwritesfanfic

✦ Don't Take The Money by luxwritesfanfic

✦ Missed You by @sherlockxreader

✦ The Case of the Unread Article by sherlockxreader

✦ I Want One by @victoriaholmeswriting

✦ The Holmes Family by victoriaholmeswriting

✦ Corpses and Roses by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds

✦ Iridescence: A Composition by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds

✦ Soulmates by writingliv

✦ Night Terror by @fandom-puff

✦ The Feeling Is Mutual by classickook

✦ Safe In Your Arms by classickook

✦ ILY by annesthaeticc

✦ Puppy Luv by annesthaeticc

✦ Bad Hair Day by annesthaeticc

✦ Here Comes The Sun by @aephereal

✦ Pancakes by aephereal

✦ Late Nights & Violins by @daydreamtofiction

✦ Consequences by @theconsultingdetectiveswife

✦ Limerence by @galactic-academia

✦ Spiraling by @stupidthoughtsinwriting

✦ Morning Light by lykaonimagines

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So, that would be the end of this post. If your work is here and you want to remove it from this post, please kindly inform me in the comments and I will remove it! <3

— winsteria

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[asgards-princess-of-mischief]

Last Updated: 2024-03-01

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.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

✑ Are You Happy Stephen? by lonelinessinthemirrordimension • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: Ever since he learned hovering more than usual since you learned about your pregnancy. Already stressed out about becoming a mother, you do with Strangers to best in bury, yourself and your work, much do your husband's annoyance.

✑ Can't Live Without You by ironstrange1991 • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ • 🚫 •

Summary: In the midst of a fight, Stephen returns home, finding you asleep. You look so peaceful and helpless. He decides he must have you…

✑ Casual Cruelty by lykaonimagines • 〔A᜶C〕 •

Summary: "[You've] been struggling hard since the breakup, especially Stephen's apparent lack of [heartache]... His attempt at a casual conversation makes [you] finally hit [your] breaking point."

✑ Dancing Beneath the Stars by strange-dreams-are-made-of-these • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "At a staff party some feelings get admitted over drinks and a bucket of ice."

✑ Goodnight My Love by getlostsquidward • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "Aside from a universe where he has a ponytail, Stephen stumbles on one where he had something that not once did he imagine having."

✑ In Every Universe by ironstrange1991 • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: No matter which universe he visits one thing remains consistent.

✑ Intoxicated￨Prt. II by ironstrange1991 • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "A specific task at work causes [you] to spend the afternoon working with Stephen which leads to a certain disagreement and with [you] being punished in a [very interesting] way."

✑ Jealousy and Submission by ironstrange1991 • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Stephen's jealousy makes him refuse to talk to [you] for a whole week and she finally decides to put an end to [the] fight in the best way possible."

✑ Love is All You Need by ironstrange1991 • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Stephen isn't feeling well and you decide to take good care of him"

✑ My One Constant by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Stephen's known [you] almost his entire life. [You're] the one person from his past he still has. He's fought off his feelings for [you] for decades in fear of losing the friendship, but with [you] now working alongside him for the Illuminati, his feelings are getting harder and harder to hide.

✑ Punishment by geeky-politics-46 • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Stephen doesn't like losing an argument, but he cant be too mad about when your punishment for him is this sweet."

✑ Something Interesting by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "[You] knew [you] shouldn't have admitted [your] crush on a certain sorcerer to Christine. Not that [your] friend would tell anyone, but her near constant push for [you] to admit [your] feelings to Stephen just may be [your] undoing."

✑ Two Stephens by ironstrange1991 • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 •

Summary: "When a spell goes wrong you and Stephen are throwed into another universe and end up needing the help of another Stephen Strange and things get a little intense between the three of you."

✑ Adorable Different by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Burns by arkytiorwrites • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Dizzy by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Love After Love by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ May I Have this Dance? by dino-fart • 〔F〕 •

✑ More than a Song by ironstrange1991 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

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[rmoonstoner]

Kinktober 2023

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Theme:

4 - Incubus Sex (Monster fucker)

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Warnings:

18+, darkish setting (surviving zombie apocalypse), angst, fluff, smut, vampires (oppressive dominate species and blood drinking is mentioned a lot), a monster with a hero complex (Stephen coming to save you), monster fucker smut, sex with monster style Stephen, oral (sucking tentacles), tentacle sex, p in v sex, cream pie, oral, size kink, vibrating tentacles, anal play, double penetration, come shower

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Pairing:

Doctor Stephen Strange x Fem!Mystic!Reader 

(Past relationship mentioned)

Watcher/Eldritch Being Doctor Stephen Strange Supreme x Fem!Mystic!Reader

(Current relationship)

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Please note:

Writing this made me both cry and very horny. I love writing about evil monster men that get redemption and now act like soft and gentle golden retrievers.

I did not have a proofreader.

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Summary:

Your husband died a long time ago, during the outbreak. There was never a cure found, but a vaccine was made with Doctor Morbius's blood. Unfortunately, instead of a world of humans being eaten by zombies, it's now a world of humans being eaten by vampires. You're one of the few uninfected left, and a terrible fate is heading your way.

Until a familiar looking man comes to make a bargain with you, offering you salvation, but at the cost of leaving your universe forever.

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Surviving this horrible hellscape was tough, but you managed to do it just fine, all by yourself, without your husband's help. Zombies had rolled through, covering half of the earth in just under a month. The great Doctor Morbius had discovered a vaccine to stop the spread of the virus, but that still meant people would be turning into monsters. Instead of zombies, they'd be vampires. Still, it was better than turning into a mindless decomposing corpse, so what did your people have to lose?

It had been years since that incident, and you had been lucky enough to avoid being bitten by a zombie, and contracting the virus. You were also lucky enough that you didn't turn into a vampire when you got the vaccine, but it did seem to stop allowing you to age. Apparently your blood was unique, and you wouldn't have been able to turn into a zombie either, if bitten.

You made a lot of money by selling your blood weekly at the local blood bank, and soon the vampiric citizens of New York were paying you top dollar for your blood. You were also an avid pot smoker, and that contributed to the price that your blood was worth.

But still, you missed your husband dearly, wishing he never died during the pandemic. You dreamt of him almost every night and when you didn't, you dreamt of your own death in so many horrifying and gruesome ways.

You grew tired as the weeks passed into months, and then into years. The people buying your blood started asking you to come in twice a week, to deal with the high demand, then three. You knew if you didn't, you'd be hunted down and forced to do it against your will. It was bad enough that the vampires kept harassing you to breed with other uninfected humans, just so they could have more livestock.

You sat at home, watching television and seeing a commercial about the company that marketed your blood. They advertised it like it was various soft drink brands, with yours being a luxury item like fine alcohol once was. You scowled and leaned back against your bed. You felt so fucking tired recently. You just wanted to hide away and not be bothered by anyone anymore.

You wanted your husband back so fucking badly.

You didn't want to be used as food any more, and since you stopped ageing, that was just going to be your life now.

Forever.

Eventually, you knew they'd stop being so nice in asking you to pick a partner and reproduce. You almost would have rather died when the zombies showed up. You sighed and laid down, closing your eyes and trying to think of a plan to get away.

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A man dressed in an expensive suit greeted you with a wide smile and twinkling blue eyes. His hair was combed and gold back, just the way you liked it, and his goatee was freshly trimmed, allowing you to see his full and luscious lips.

It was your husband.

"Hello again, my dear. I am pleased you've come for another visit." He said smoothly as he produced a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He made them float all around you, with them morphing into glowing butterflies and bubbles.

"Hello, Stephen… I… I can't remember why I came here." You said softly, almost remembering that you were dreaming, when he chuckled. Stephen spread his arms out and engulfed you in an embrace. He felt warm and safe  The next moment, he was dancing with you in a large empty ballroom. He leaned in close to your ear and whispered sweetly.

"Does it really matter? We both know what's going to happen."

He spun you around and the scenery changed to a backdrop of stars. The floor was gone, leaving you both alone in the vastness of space as you kept dancing with him. It didn't feel scary, far from it. Your heart was pounding, stomach full of butterflies as he gazed into your eyes.

Gods, you missed this.

You missed him.

"No, I guess it does not." You murmured back. He drew you close and stuck his nose into your neck, inhaling deeply as his hands smoothed up your sides.

"It does not. What matters, is that you're here, safe, with me." He husked and nipped your ear lobe. You moaned as he kissed down your neck to your shoulder.

"Yes. I'm safe. With you." You softly replied as his kisses became needy and his hands got more adventurous. You felt him grab at your ass and push you up close to him so you could feel his desire for you. You whined at the hardness of his body while you grabbed his face and kissed him deeply.

He groaned, his free hand gliding up your back and into your hair. Stephen gripped your locks and pulled your head back as he placed open mouthed kisses and licks to your skin. Stephen hummed and dragged his teeth along your most sensitive areas, effectively turning your legs to jelly and making it hard to stand. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing your face into his shoulder and groaned as he started to suck on your skin. 

You could hear a deep rumbling noise coming from him, a gentle sounding growl as his hand moved from your ass and he pushed you backwards. You landed on something soft as kept his mouth on you, moving down your chest.

"This dress needs to go." He rumbled, and in an instant your dress was gone. He took his time with you, sucking purple marks into your skin at every sensitive spot you had along the way. You gripped his hair, whimpering and squirming for him as he gave each breast a good squeeze and a tantalizing lick to both nipples.

He moved down, bringing a hand to your wet pussy and slid a finger along your seam. You keened for him and lifted your hips, trying to encourage him to put it inside.

"Stephen… More, please?"

"I'll give you more, baby, but first, I need you to wake up and answer the door." He murmured softly and kissed your head.

"What? Why?"

"Because the real thing is so much better, don't you think? Now, wake up!"

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You heard knocking at your door, and you huffed and rolled out of bed. It was still early, around 3:00am. Who the fuck would be bugging you at this hour? You really hoped it wasn't the security guard, coming to ask you if you had any spare bags of blood in your freezer again. You sighed and got up, going to answer the door, and finding no one there.

"What the fuck? Stop with your stupid games, and just come in already." You snapped and waited a moment as air rushed past you and towards the curtains in the living room. You closed and locked the door. After, you turned towards your freezer and grabbed a pack of blood.

"For fuck's sake, Carl. You don't have to do the super speed ghostly bullshit. I used to be married to the spookiest man alive, so cut the crap. If you wanted a bag of blood, you could have just asked-" You stopped talking when you turned around to see a tall dark figure looking out your window.

That did not look like Carl at all.

Carl was a short, round man with the best sense of humor. He looked and acted exactly like Danny Devito. It was really a shame he was a vampire.

But this guy…

This guy was not Carl.

This guy was over six foot tall, and was quite slender. Most of him was covered by a long black cloak with a very pointy collar. It threw you off, because it reminded you of your long dead love.

"Thank you for inviting me in." His voice was raspy, and you placed the bag of blood onto your counter as you processed the sound of his voice. He sounded strikingly familiar, but people had been known to fuck around and tease you for your past.

Fucking vampires. 

"Look, buddy. I don't know who you think you are, but this is private property. I don't take kindly to pranks." You said firmly as you grabbed a knife and held it calmly. The man turned to look at you, his yellow eyes twinkling as he chuckled softly.

"Knives aren't going to hurt me. Not ones made of Earthen Steel, anyways." He said as he took a slow step towards you. You found the knife was no longer in your hand, and now back in the block again. In its place was your favorite flower.

"Why are you here?" You asked, your body trembling in fear. You hadn't seen actual magic in a long time, and it frightened you.

"I'm here to remove you from this world." He continued with a sly smile. His voice was sounding more and more like Stephen's, and the simple magic trick was hitting you hard in the chest, like a knife.

"Okay, that's a fucking threat, isn't it?" Your voice cracked as if you tried not to cry.

"No, it's not. I'm not here to kill you, darling. I'm here to liberate you. No harm shall come to you, if you come with me. I want to keep you safe." He calmly replied as he lifted his hand in the air, showing off the strappy leather and cloth of his bracers, and flicked his wrist. The bag of blood in front of you floated up into the air, and to the open freezer, then the door shut with a gentle thud. For some reason, the tone in his voice was calming you down fairly quickly.  

"What? What does that even mean?" You asked.

"Silly girl. I feel great sadness within you. You miss your husband dearly, and wish he didn't die. You also wish to join him, but know he'd never want you to end your life to be with him. You wish to leave this world behind, but you don't want to die, correct?" His baritone voice was silky smooth, and you could feel your body react to it. Your skin was heating up at the way he was looking at you, hunger clearly evident in his amber eyes. It was still too dark to see his face very well.

"How… How did you know that?" Your voice cracked again, and he stepped into the light of the kitchen. You gasped when you recognized his face, your chest tightening as you tried to stay calm.

It was your husband, but that was impossible. He died a long time ago, and you missed him so much.

"I've been watching you, my dear. I've seen what you've been through, and managed to do here. While at first, I thought it was a noble sacrifice. You, willing to make such a commitment for your people to keep them alive, but your people quickly took you for granted and started asking too much of you. They have forgotten who you belong to."

"I don't belong to anyone, except Doctor Stephen Vincent Strange, and he is dead." You remarked as a tear rolled down your face.

"Oh, I know. I've seen your entire life. The past, present, and all the future possibilities. I was very shocked to find you were linked to my variant. How very fitting, though, that one of me should hoarde such a beautiful and powerful magical energy source." He said and he leaned against the counter, flashing that signature trademark smirk your husband always wore.

"But you're not my husband, are you?" You asked, but he chuckled and changed the subject.

"That big pharmaceutical company that sells your blood… I am concerned for your well being. They want to breed you against your will, and feed off of your children the moment they come out of you. I find that disgusting." The pale man leaned lazily around your apartment and frowned. He turned back to you and pressed his hands against the counter. He didn't have any scars on his hands like your husband did. He quickly conjured up some documents and slid them towards you, and you looked down at them.

They were papers that showed the blood bank was going to acquire you as an object, with you losing your independence and autonomy. You would lose the right to choose what you did with your life. Even the plans for the next fifty years were clearly laid out a schedule for you to remain constantly pregnant with various sperm donors. You grimaced and shoved the papers off the counter in disgust.

"That's no life for a beautiful immortal such as yourself. I can offer you so much more. Something better, something brighter. A chance to do more with your life, instead of being a glorified cow. I won't ask for much in return, except to feed from you once a month, and for you to assist me while I watch over the Multiverse." The doctor explained as he conjured up a bottle of red wine and two glasses.

"That sounds too good to be true. I have a hard time trusting vampires. Let alone ones that look exactly like my dead husband."

"I'm not the same kind of vampire, my dear." He laughed as he shrugged off his cloak and it wandered off to look out the window. It was different than the one you were used to seeing on him, which now belonged to Spider-Man.

"But you're… I watched you die, Stephen. Before they came out with the vampire vaccine." You pointed out. Again he snickered and poured some wine in both glasses.

"I am a variant of your dead doctor. I am an Eldritch being, not a vampire. I've absorbed so much magic, that my body has changed. I'm more like… A demonic God now, but I'm not evil." The doctor handed you a glass and he sat down on one of the barstools you had.

"How's that anything like a vampire?" You asked

"Do you know what an incubus is?"

"Yes… Wait… Oh my God."

"Ah, there we go. It's finally sinking in, isn't it?"

"So, you feed off of sex?"

"Yes, but also no. I need to eat, and I don't eat food much these days. What I do enjoy consuming, is raw energy or magic, which you are just dripping with, my dear. I can smell you all the way across the Multiverse."

"So… Does that mean… I have to…"

"Nothing. You just let me drain some of your magic, and I don't even have to touch you."

"Forgive me, Doctor, but I'm really confused."

"What's there to be confused about? You let me feed off your magic, and I take you away from this universe where they want much worse out of you. If not, you can stay here. It is your choice."

"But you mentioned you are like an incubus?"

"Oh, yes. That. If you allowed me to make love to you, I'd be sharing my powers with you, without the adverse effects that I suffer. But, I'm not going to ask that of you, since that might be cruel, given your-"

"Okay. Fine. Deal. Take me away. I don't want to be here any more. This place sucks, and you're hot." Uou said, and he looked very surprised.

"What?"

"You heard me, old man. Take me away, and you can incu my pussy as much as you want. I don't care that you're not my Stephen."

The doctor's face melted into a wicked smile and he raised his glass in a toast. You grabbed the other glass and tinked it against his, then had a sip of the wine. The liquid didn't taste at all like wine, so you coughed as you set the glass down.

"What was that? That wasn't red wine!"

You were panicking, because it tasted exactly like antifreeze with blood in it.

"No. It wasn't. It is my blood." He said calmly, his smirk growing wider. Your eyes went wide, and you made a disgusted face.

"Ugh, why? I'm not a fucking vampire. Blood doesn't taste good to me. Why does it taste like antifreeze?"

"Haha. My dear, I'm an abomination of nature and magic that exists outside of time and space. I shouldn't exist at all, yet I do. I exist, and I watch over all universes. In all of my years of witnessing millions of realities grow and perish, I have never once seen someone that should be up with me in the Watcher's area. Not even any of my variants. You don't belong down here, and you don't belong in any other universe."

"Okay, but that's not explaining exactly why you just tried to pass your blood off as wine."

"I need you to have some of my essence in you, otherwise the process will be painful. If you won't drink the blood, we have other ways to make the transfer."

"You've done this before?"

"Yes, but also, no." He said in that annoyingly self assured tone of his. Apparently this Stephen was much the same as yours once was.

"I'm starting to hate that phrase." You muttered and he chuckled as he stood up and conjured up a viewing orb, showing a woman with red hair.

The orb cycled through hundreds of ways that she died, with over half of them being accompanied by a younger looking and cleanly shaven version of Strange. You covered your mouth at the horrible ways she perished, and you felt tears forming when you saw his sorrowful reaction each time.

You knew the woman in question. Your Stephen had once been engaged to the one in this world, but they broke up swiftly after his accident. You had replaced her as the love of his life, until the day he died from being bitten by Christine. This variant of Stephen could sense your sorrow, and he placed a hand to your shoulder.

"I tried to save her, many times. I wasn't as wise back then, as I am now."

"Then you did end up saving her?"

"No. I destroyed my world for her, and when I did save her, she rejected the horrible creature I had become. I frightened her so much, she died again, and the look on her face told me I needed to stop. So, I did. I stopped. I became a Watcher, and I learned many new skills. I got over her, moved on, then I finally figured out how I can stop a Nexus event quite easily, without tearing a reality apart and corrupting it." He explained as he showed you on the orb what he really looked like. You crouched down and looked at his demonic form, sighing as you felt your heart ache for him.

"You're the only person I've ever done this to. I am hoping this time, you'll be better prepared, and there will be less complications down the line."

"This time?"

"Yes. Fear not, for I won't make the same mistakes I did last time. I've figured out that it's just easier to remove a person from a universe altogether, before their Nexus event can occur to kill them, instead of trying to stop the event by any other means. Then, I just simply don't return them to that universe. They will exist outside of their time and space."

"... You've done this before, and I died? But I'm… I am supposed to be immortal."

"You weren't the first go around. I figured changing your fate, and having Doctor Morbius be able to get his vaccine out would work much better. You see, I am able to twist time in any universe. I can look into the future, but when I do, I actually live through it, before deciding to go back. It's a standard feature on most Doctor Stranges."

"So is being frustratingly cryptic. How did I die?"

"The first time? My dear… I've seen thousands of possible futures for you."

"Ugh, tell me the first time that you actually had to interfere."

"Oh, well, I'd rather not. It was really quite gruesome. That's why I showed you the paperwork. That's exactly what happened to you. In fact, they are due in just a few hours to come and collect you. I turned the clock back, and now I am here to take you away. This world doesn't have anyone capable of coming to find you once I remove you from it."

You sat there quietly and fidgeted with your hands as you glanced at the door and then back at him. You thought back to the many dreams you kept having, and how they all involved your death, or this man. Most recently, they had become very dark and debauched fantasies of him fucking you in various ways, and less about you dying. When given the choice of being stuck here as a glorified farm animal, or going with another variant of your dearly departed husband to see the wonders of the Multiverse, you definitely were choosing the doctor.

Besides, even after seeing what he looked like in the orb compared to how his form was now… Both were very tempting. It was even more tempting he was a variant of your dead lover. You felt your face grow hotter as you thought about those very sexual dreams. Yes, that would be a much better future for you.

"Take me now. I trust you." You finally said while reaching out to grab his hand. His face softened, eye turning that soft baby blue you missed, and he gave you a warm smile, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand.

"Good. Do you need to bring anything?"

"No."

***

The place he brought you to was very Strange, pun intended. It was a building in the middle of what looked to be a cluster of bright twinkling lights in outer space.

"That looks like home, the Sanctum Sanctorum…" You said softly, and Stephen placed a hand to your lower back 

"It is. I've replicated it perfectly to be my home, with much needed improvements." He whispered into your ear as his hand moved just slightly lower.

"It's way more beautiful than the one I've seen "

"Ah, yes, well… Better materials do go a long way. I've used a lot of rare metals and wood from across the Multiverse. Let me show you the inside."

***

He showed off the entire place, and as the tour progressed, you started to feel off. It wasn't in a bad way, but you found that you felt hot.

Down there.

He was just as much of a talker as your husband was, full of both useful and useless facts. You noticed the artifacts he had were very much different then the ones your Stephen had in his Sanctum, and he enjoyed telling you about any item you pointed at. He was nice about it, much nicer than your husband was. This one kept checking to see if you knew what things were, before offering the information up. He finally brought you to a large room that looked like an old English pub inside, and he sat you down at the bar, with him going behind it.

"I'm sure you'd like some real alcohol, now. I can assure you I have the finest you'll ever find anywhere." He declared happily while grabbing a fancy bottle of Kree Whiskey in one hand, and very elegant looking Asgardian Wine in the other.

"Sure. I want a slushed Bellini with raspberries in it."

He stared at you for a long moment, then slowly put both bottles down.

"You want prosecco?"

"Uh, well, no. I mostly just want a fancy, tangy peach and raspberry slushie, with booze in it."

"Ah, so may I put a different kind of alcohol in it?"

"Sure, why not? Give me something strong." You said firmly, and he went about making you a drink the old fashioned way, without magic.

"So, tell me more about this deal." You asked. He handed you the drink and you took it, smelling it and taking a sip. It tasted exactly how Stephen used to make them and you felt a pang of guilt as you sat here with some copy of your spouse.

"I need an assistant. Not a secretary type, but a partner to help me with overseeing and managing the Multiverse. My friend can only do so much by himself, and he's not allowed to interfere with any of the worlds he watches, but I am, and so are any I bring up here." He casually explained while pouring himself some of the wine.

"There are others here?"

"Just you, me, and Uatu. Uatu has his own area. You'll know him when you see him. Really big bald head, hates my jokes…" Stephen chuckled. The sound was like music to your ears.

"Tell me about you being an Incubus. I remember those dreams. Was that actually you, or was it my brain processing the world around me, because I miss my husband?"

"Oh, that was me."

"Go on."

"There's not much to tell, I'm afraid. I can feed in various ways. I can drain the life force from someone and leave a husk behind. I could straight up devour the entire being, leaving nothing left, or… Or I could use the pleasures of the flesh, and not harm the person I am feeding off of." He sounded quite honest, and that's when you realized you had already been having sex with this man, but in your dreams.

Those overly vivid and realistic dreams that left your panties soaked when you woke up.

A sinful throb beat between your thighs at the thought, and you gave him a playful grin as you reached out and placed your hand on his.

"Oh… Well I don't think I want to be a husk, or eaten. You know, unless my pussy is the one being drained and eaten." You said in a sultry voice. His eyes flashed a dark amber.

"I'd rather fill you up after I eat you."

"Don't threaten me with a good time." You drank the rest of the Bellini and made a pleased sigh.

"My dear, I don't make threats anymore. I just do it."

"Then stop talking already, and show me what you can do."

Stephen grinned wickedly and snapped his fingers. Everything was replaced by a nicer looking version of your old bedroom that you used to share with Stephen in the Sanctum. You gasped as he pushed you down to the bed and kissed you passionately.

You moaned into his mouth as your tongues danced, and his hands tore your clothes away from your body, almost violently. His hands grabbed at your hips as he chuckled and banished his clothing away. Stephen was nudging himself between your legs, when you put a hand to his chest and stopped him. He furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Wait…"

"Have you changed your mind?" He asked, a look of hurt flashing through his eyes.

"No… But I want to see you for what you really are when we do this." You said and his face fell into surprise.

"I don't think you'd like that very much." He finally said, his mouth turning into a doubtful frown.

"I saw you in the orb. You don't scare me."

"I only showed you the tamest part of my true form." He muttered bitterly. You reached up and grabbed his face, bringing him down so you were nose to nose.

"I loved my husband with all of my heart. I was devastated when he died. I know you are not him, but I still feel that same connection of love in your presence, like he never left me…" You begged him as you kissed his lips gently.

"But-"

"Please, Stephen?" Again you begged, kissing his cheek and along his neck. He groaned and reared back to look at you.

"Alright. I will show you. I'll understand if you wish to leave. I can put you somewhere nice that I know you'll like and-"

"Stephen. Shut the fuck up and show me what you look like."

He huffed and nodded while his skin darkened slowly. Bit by bit, it became a deep ashy purple, with a sheen of glittery red on it. His eyes went back to being that slitted, dark sunset orange, and he started to grow several multicolored eyes on his forehead and the side of his face. Large horns protruded from his head, and his cloak melted into his back, becoming large leathery wings.

But the most striking thing about him, were all the fucking tentacles.

"You hate it, don't you?" He asked, his voice laced with shame.

"You're beautiful." You breathed back and smiled brightly at him.

"What? No, that's not… I'm not-"

"Yes, you are. That's amazing… Are they… Dangerous?" You asked as you sat up and reached out to grab one of his tentacles. The one you tried to touch, recoiled away from you.

"Sometimes, if I need them to be."

"May I… May I touch it? Please?"

"If that is what you want." He sounded very unsure as the appendage unfurled and rested on your palm. You stared at it and reached up to touch it with your other hand.

It was soft, and not at all slimey, like you thought it would be. Your fingers gently ran over the length of what you could reach. The skin there felt a bit rough, but the underside with the suckers was soft, and very much felt like…

"Oh… Careful now. If you keep that up, I won't be able to stop myself."

You felt your face heat right up at the statement. You looked at his main two eyes as you stroked around each sucker, watching him twitch and grunt. You grinned at him, and decided to see what he would do if you licked it. The impulse was too much to hold on to, and you leaned forward, eyes still locked with his, and gave the girthy appendage a long lick. Stephen groaned, all of his eyes closing halfway as he watched you suck the tip into your mouth.

"Fuck…"

You swirled your tongue around the tip, feeling every little circle, dip, curve, and edge. He groaned and leaned forward, caging you in with both hands as he rested his forehead against yours.

"I've never… No one has touched me like this before…" He growled, his voice beginning to warp and sound more like the deep echoing of Eldritch voices you used to hear when your husband cast spells. Your heart fluttered, and your pussy throbbed from the nostalgia.

You took him deeper into your mouth, tongue rolling over his skin as you reached out and grabbed another tentacle. He curled that one around your wrist as you gave it a gentle squeeze, drawing forth another deep moan from him. Your hand left the one at your mouth, going to grab yet another, but this time you placed it between your legs.

He almost wanted to ask what you were doing, when you leaned back and pulled on him. He moved with you, hovering over your body as you spread your legs for him. Stephen hummed as he looked down, another deep rumbling noise emanating from him while he watched you rub him against your wet entrance.

"You're so wet…"

Stephen twitched, but he didn't dare prod you with it. The tentacles that weren't on your body were coiling in anticipation as you took the one in your mouth out with a loud slurp. You gave him a sultry look and placed the wet appendage to your breast.

"Don't be scared, Stephen. I am not as fragile as you'd think." You said, and pressed him against your breast, squeezing softly to encourage him to move it by himself. Your hand pushed the tip of his other tentacle to your clit and you rubbed it in circles. He let out multiple groans and purring noises.

"It's hard not to be, my dear. I could snap you in half with just a thought."

"You sound like my husband." You teased him in a breathy whisper, hands still trying to encourage him to touch you.

"I am your husband…" He groaned and before you could register what he had said, or the meaning behind it, he brought a few more tentacles down to touch you experimentally. You felt two of them curl around your ankles, slowly spreading them farther apart as the one on your breast squeezed and wrapped the tip around your nipple. 

"Ohhh… Stephen… Just like that." You murmured softly as one of the suckers melded over your nipple, perfectly covering it, before it started to pulse. Another one curled around your other breast, giving it the same attention and working them in a good rhythm. You whined and pushed your hips up while rubbing him against your clit. More tentacles crept out, one wrapping around your other wrist, snaking its way up your arm and cupping your chin. Stephen leaned down, almost close enough to kiss.

"You're so soft… And warm…" Stephen hummed as he coiled more and more of his tentacles up and around your limbs and torso. He brought a large hand to your back, pulling you closer as he looked into your eyes.

He saw how they shined for him, even half lidded as he slowly pushed into your pussy. Your breathing quickened as he pushed deeper and deeper, slowly pushing the thicker parts in,  while the tip slipped back out to curl over your clit. You keened and he kissed you, groaning into your mouth as he slithered all over you.

"Stephen…" You breathed his name, causing him to grunt as a tentacle slowly snaked up your leg and cupped your ass. You felt more, pulling and tugging at your cheeks, with one going to catch the slick that dripped from your pussy, before probing your backdoor.

"Sweet girl… Fuck… How are you this wet?"

"Because of you, Stephen. Because it's you." You murmured back as you felt him move, sliding his thick muscle in more, stretching you wider as another one slipped inside to find your gspot. It felt amazing, feeling two of them writhe inside of you.

"May I… May I put one in your ass?" He growled while rubbing your tight ring of muscle.

"Please." You answered softly. Your hands came up to his face again, fingers gliding up to his horns. He let out another deep sounding growl and shut his eyes.

You felt your asshole slowly being dipped into, then with a sudden sensation of liquid being applied, he pushed in easily. Your head went back as you gasped and panted, feeling three tentacles wiggling inside of you.

"Fuck… You're something else, you know that right? Anyone else would be terrified right now…"

"Th-that's what my h-husband used to saaay- Oh fuck! W-when he used sex magic on meee..." You sassed back as you licked his cheek.

"Shit… What… What sort of things did he used to do to you?" Stephen asked, his mind already spinning a million images as to what his variant did to you.

"Sensory intensifying spells, lubricating spells, g-ghostly touches, mag-gic vibratory aids…" You started to list some things off, and when you mentioned the last one, you suddenly felt intense vibrations coming from each one of his limbs.

"Oh… Gods… Fuck… That feels so g-good!" Your breath came out rushed as he pushed in deeper with all three of them. The way he throbbed and pulsed was amazing, like a designer toy made just to make you come. You felt so full, and it was glorious.

"So pretty… So divine… How could such a beautiful angel like you, let a monster like me do this to you…? You dirty little thing… Fuck…" Stephen husked and slowly put more pressure on each of your sweet spots. You yelped and thrashed, feeling your pussy clench the closer you got to your release.

"I bet you let him double team you with himself, yeah?" He asked, his voice rough and deep as he started to thrust his tentacles in and out of you.

"Y-yes!" You whined back, feeling yourself get to the edge, but not quite able to jump off yet.

"Did you let him fuck you raw, and come inside you?" He asked, and again you whined.

So close…

"Fuck, yeah…"

"How about the multiple arms spell?" He asked as a tentacle slowly wrapped around your throat.

"Yeah… That was always a favorite of mine…" You sighed when he rubbed your cheek. That sigh quickly turned into a debauched moan as he jerked your body flush against his and started to fuck into you faster, the tentacles rubbing you just right.

"Fuck… You feel so wet… Your walls are clenching so tightly around me. I want to see you come." Stephen licked his lips as he turned the vibrations up.

You howled and felt your nerves snap, and you shook violently in his grasp as you came hard. Your nails dug into his shoulders, and he grunted in pleasure as he fucked you through your orgasm. Stephen rumbled and leaned in, forehead pressed to yours as he watched you writhe and moan. The tentacles in your cunt slowed in their movements, and he slowly pulled them from your dripping hole. You stared at him as he brought them up to his mouth, his very long tongue coming out to lick your juices off of them.

"Fuck, that's hot…" You breathed as you tried to catch your breath. He glanced at you and grinned.

"Naughty girl…" Stephen hummed and slowly moved your legs, bringing your feet up high into the air as he positioned himself between them. You glanced down and gasped, eyes going wide like saucers when you saw just how big his cock was.

"Do you like what you see?" His voice was raspy as he made that purring sound. You shivered and stared at his dick. It was dark red, the bulbous head almost a royal purple as it oozed precome. He had thick veins running all over it, and it looked like he was ribbed! 

"Do you think it'll fit? I can make it smaller, more the size you're used to." Stephen asked in that teasing tone you missed so much.

How dare he think you couldn't handle that monster of a cock after he just had two thick tentacles in there!

"I can take it."

"Are you certain? I'll ruin you for anyone else."

"I don't want anyone else. I want you. Now please, Stephen, shut your big mouth and fuck me already!"

"So much confidence… That's hot…" Stephen remarked as he brought you closer, resting the large head of cock on your seam. He gently rubbed you, teasing you as he spread your lips with the tips of his tentacles. With a grunt and a gentle push, he nudged the head of his cock into you. You gasped, feeling him push inside, his girth stretching you far more than his tentacles had.

"Shit… Sssooo… So b-big…" Your voice cracked as he shoved in deeper while he carefully watched your reaction. You began to pant and squirm, fingers digging in harder into the meat of his shoulders 

"I can stop if-"

"No! Don't stop!"

You struggled to breathe as he pulled you closer, pushing his throbbing member in as deeply as he could. You whined as you felt his hips kiss yours, his cock bottoming out and pulsing. You felt his heavy balls resting flush against your ass.

"You're doing so well, my little minx. You've taken every last inch of me. Can you feel me deep inside of you? Can feel it throbbing, just for you?" He waited for a moment, allowing you to adjust and get used to his size as he cupped your face and kissed your forehead.

"Oh… Gods, y-yes… You feel so good…"

"As do you…" Stephen murmured back, then started whispering a spell into your ear. You felt pleasure tingle all over your body, nerves sparking with fire. Your eyes rolled back, back arching as he began to move his hips.

"Gods be damned… You feel absolutely heavenly…" Stephen growled as his tentacles squeezed and slithered all over your body. He sighed as he sped up, his hips slapping away at yours as he fucked you hard.

"St-stephen!" You called his name and tugged him closer to kiss him. He groaned and stuck his long tongue into your mouth, it sliding around and down your throat. You made small grunting noises as you breathed through your nose, the sensations overwhelming you, and you came.

He pinned you to the bed and pressed you down, his hips fucking up into your tight cavern over and over, sending your senses into overdrive as he pulled another orgasm from your body so quickly after the last. You would have screamed if he wasn't tongue fucking your mouth.

Your nipples suddenly surged with pleasure, and then the suckers on your clit started to send harsh vibrations to it. You gurgled and shook, feeling him draw yet another orgasm from your body. You felt his cock pulse and throb along with every tentacle he had wrapped around you. The one in your ass was purposely pushing against the thin wall between it and his cock, making your eyes roll back as you drooled excessively.

'I'm going to fill you so full…'

You heard his voice in your mind, and all you could do was take his harsh thrusts as he moved in and out of your holes.

You felt his cock throb, and a moment later, he was growling as you felt him spurt the first rope into you. You moaned, feeling more and more fill your womb directly, his come forcing its way out from the side of his cock, and dripping down your ass cheeks.

His come was so warm, and it sent tingles of pleasure through you as you felt the tentacle in your ass begin to fill you like his cock did. You felt warm and sticky, all the other limbs releasing gobs of come all over you. You felt him draw his tongue from your mouth, and he watched as you twitched and thrashed from overstimulation.

His hips slowed down, and then he finally stopped moving altogether, just resting inside of you as he rolled over with you in his arms. You laid on his chest, panting and huffing as his wings slowly wrapped around you, covering you in a warm embrace.

"Stephen..?" You gently asked as you stroked his chest.

"Yes?"

"I missed this so much…" You softly murmured. You felt him kiss the top of your head.

"And I missed you more." He replied as he stroked your shoulder and back with a few tentacles. He had one hand on your ass, the other holding your left hand, his thumb slowly stroking the wedding band that your husband had given to you. You hadn't taken it off since he died.

"Stephen..?" You asked again.

"Yeah?"

"Did you absorb my husband?" You suddenly asked. You felt him still and his hand gripped yours a bit tighter. You heard him swallow, and he took a deep breath.

"Would you be upset if I said yes?" His voice trembled as did his hands. You looked down and noticed the one you were holding had deep dark lines etched into skin.

"No." You sighed happily and nuzzled your face into his chest.

"Then yes."

"Okay. I thought so. I love you." You cooed and kissed his shoulder. He sighed back and held you a bit tighter.

"I love you, too, my dear. Thank you for waiting for me."

"Thank you for coming back to me."

***

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My One Constant - Supreme!Strange x Reader

I just needed to write some fluff for the man, I killed him last time I wrote him, he deserves this 😶

Paring: Supreme!Strange x F!Reader (childhood best friend)

Word Count: 6,569 (me telling myself I’ll just write a short fluff fic for him 🙃)

Description: Stephen’s known Y/N almost his entire life. The one person from his past he still has. He’s fought off his feelings for her for decades in fear of losing the friendship, but with her now working alongside him for the Illuminati, his feelings are getting harder and harder to hide.

A few slightly altered lyrics from “Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy)” by John Lennon.

Other Things: Best friends to lovers. Childhood friends. Fluff. Two exceedingly smart idiots in love. They’re just silly and fun. 

Warnings: Some swearing. Small bit of typical canon violence.

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(Gif taken from Google, but credit on it. I didn’t want to use the one scene from MoM, so any clean shaven Stephen is going to be fair game for Supreme for me :P)

“Is it really wise to bring in an unknown scientist to help with something so delicate?” Reed Richards asks the rest of the Illuminati panel. “I’d feel far better if you gave us some information so I can run a proper check on this woman, Strange. At least her name and her qualifications.”

“I agree,” Peggy Carter comments, shifting her shield to sit against her seat. “A complete unknown seems like an unnecessary risk.”  

“Just the fate of the Multiverse,” Maria Rambeau adds in.

“I’ve asked that you all just trust me on this,” Doctor Strange responds, checking the phone in his lap for nearly the hundredth time in the last five minutes. His foot taps impatiently on the tile.

“What has you so worked up?” Mordo asks from beside his seat.

“Nothing,” his foot taps faster and his eyes dart to his phone as the screen lights up.

A quick smile crosses his lips as he reads the message, pulling himself from his seat and heading toward the door.

“Where are you going? Isn’t that woman supposed to be here soon?” Richards calls out to him.

Pausing momentarily to look back over his shoulder, “She’s arrived, I’m going to collect her.”

“This woman needs to be greeted at the door by the Sorcerer Supreme?” Mordo asks incredulously.

“Yes, she does,” he shouts over his shoulder, letting the door slam behind him as he speed walks toward the entrance. A portal would have been far quicker and more practical, but he wanted to do this right. Plus the extra time to walk the distance to the entrance was needed to calm his racing heart.

Turning the last corner, his eyes immediately zero in on her. Standing between two bots just inside the doorway. He feels his pace quickening, and her eyes meet his, a smile spreading across her face.

Practically breaking into a sprint, he crosses the last of the distance, putting his arms out as she jumps into them eagerly, “Stephen!”

Hugging her tightly to his chest, he spins her around a couple times, her laugh reminding him why it is, and has always been, his favorite sound.

Setting her back to her feet, he suddenly becomes hyperaware of the eyes on them. Glancing over he sees several scientists from the nearby lab staring at them, “If you have time to stand around gawking, then I expect result reports tonight!” He snaps in annoyance and embarrassment, the tips of his ears reddening.

They quickly scatter to their various work stations as Y/N chuckles at his embarrassment. Quickly opening a portal to his office, he slips his hand in hers and tugs her through it, closing it behind them.

“That’s still always impressive,” she muses, looking at the place the portal once was.

“Suppose it is,” he says softly, reaching his free hand up to brush his fingers across her cheek. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” she smiles back at him, laying her hand over his on her cheek. “Hopefully I’ll be able to be of use.”

“You’re brilliant, you will be. And if I’m being honest, just you being here is already useful to me,” he grins and leans back against his desk. “Been far too long.”

“You just stress yourself out too much Stephen. You’re going to be regretting those words when I’m making you actually go to bed and eat like a functioning human being.”

“And you’ll have to forgive me probably fighting that on a regular basis.”

“You’ve always been a stubborn brat Stephen, I’m used to it.”

“You would know,” he chuckles, reaching back to open a drawer on his desk and pulling out a photo frame that he promptly hands over to her.

She smiles down at the photo, running her fingers wistfully over the three children pictured in it. The two of them not older than ten years, and a younger girl with the same blue eyes as her brother. “I still miss her.”

“Me too,” he admits, clearing his throat abruptly. “You’re all I have left Y/N. From back then.”

“And you keep me shoved in a drawer,” she teases, setting the frame down to wrap her arms around him.

“I don’t like people asking questions…” he admits slowly, wrapping his own arms around her frame. “People try to dig. I don’t like it.”

“You can tell people your past you know, you don’t have to hide everything,” her chin rests against the ornate embellishments on his robe.

“I don’t want pity,” he mutters softly.

“Do you think I pity you?”

“Of course not,” his brows furrow as he looks at her. “You… you’ve always been there. You knew me back then. You knew all of them. You loved them too. You’ve known everything all along. There’s no need to open up and tell you, you just know.”

“I think you do a pretty good job of opening up and telling me things, I’ve not been here this entire time to see everything in person, but I still know about it,” one of her hands drops to grab his and she runs her thumb over one of the scars there.

“You’re just… different,” he insists, the familiar stubborn expression settling on his face.

“I just worry,” she says with a shrug. “About you not letting people in enough. I want you to be happy.”

“I do have other friends,” he assures her, squeezing her hand. “And I’ve got you for the rest, I only need you.”

“You only need me hm?” She asks playfully, a smirk on her lips.

His heart rate immediately spikes, praying she can’t tell as he sticks his jaw out obstinately, “Well like I said you’re the one that’s been there. You’ve known me since we were children, always around at my house and following me around. Then you even followed me to New York for university, lived in the same apartment as me, and have continued to put up with all of my shit I tell you about for the last however many years. It would just be… inconvenient at this point to find someone else.”

“Oh so now I’m the convenient friend?” She teases, letting go of his hand and dropping her arm from his waist. “If that’s the cause…”

Quickly tightening his hold on her, he pulls Y/N back to his chest and growls in annoyance, “You know you’re important to me dammit.”

“I know, I know,” she grins and reaches up stroke his cheek. “And you’re important to me. I wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.”

“Prospect of a high paying job for an important powerful organization isn’t enough incentive?”

“As nice as all that is, I uprooted my life to move here for you, not because I want to be involved with the rich and powerful.”

“Hm, you could have just asked to see me more, not come all the way here?” He asks with his own grin.

“Hey you’re the one that said you need me Stephen Strange, too late to take that back.”

“Mhm,” he buries his face against her hair. “Truthfully, I’m so happy you’re here. Having you nearby cuts my stress by an indescribable amount. I also think you’re exactly who we need for this position. I’m glad you took me up on the offer.”

“Me too,” she says softly, clutching at his robes. “Im looking forward to the work, and seeing you everyday.”

Sighing heavily, he pulls back from her, “I suppose we should get to the assembly room. They’re all waiting for us.”

“So how bad is this job interview going to be?”

“They know nothing about you, I’ve told them to trust me. So they’re probably going to be annoying. But you have this job. I will override them on it if need be, but they won’t,” he responds before opening a portal outside of the assembly room door.

Pulling the door open for her, he ushers her inside before floating to his own seat on the panel.

“Welcome…?” Richards asks as he looks from Y/N to Strange.

“Doctor Y/L/N,” he responds, flicking his wrist and making her resume appear in all their hands. “Throughly qualified as you’ll see.”

“Good to meet you Doctor Y/L/N,” Carter says with a trace of a smile. “You’ve been a hot topic here, one Doctor Strange refused to share any information about. So forgive any prying that’s about to happen.”

“He does that,” she scoffs and nods her head. “Nice to meet you as well Captain Carter.”

“It says here you went to Columbia University… at the same time as Strange. Is that where you two met?” Richards asks as he scans over the paper in his hand. “Doctorate in Physics? Tell me how it’s relevant to this.”

“Richards,” Strange says harshly, fixing his friend with a stern look.

Y/N chuckles lightly and gives the panel a smile, “Longer than that. Yes bachelors, masters, and doctorate in physics. Specific interest in atomic-molecular, high energy nuclear, and overall astrophysics. All things I know you’re well versed in and know the practical application of multiversal and portal travel in general.”

“What’s your experience with any of that?”

“Aiding Stephen, researching debris from said portals and openings and remains of beasts. I worked with Asgardians for a few years researching their magic and the science behind their technology and their bi-frost form of travel. My focus was never engineering but I have taken several courses in my schooling years and worked with Stark Industries for a period of time. The cross-section of physics, engineering, and magic are my primary interest.”

Richards grunts and runs his eyes over the paper again, “So how do you know Strange then? And why has he been hiding someone with apparent perfect qualifications from us?”

Y/N’s eyes drift to Stephen’s raising a brow at him. He makes a face back at her, she smirks and quirks her eyebrow.

“What are you two doing?” Rambeau asks, watching the exchange between them. “Are you telepathic?”

“No,” Charles Xavier answers before she can, a smile on his face. “They’re both just making faces at one another and thinking very loudly.”

Y/N laughs and grins sheepishly, “I was trying to determine if he wants me sharing that kind of information, seeing as he didn’t offer it freely himself.”

“Well what would you say you are to our Sorcerer Supreme then?” Mordo asks.

“His best friend,” she says simply with a shrug as if it’s obvious.

“You stand before a panel of his friends, who he’s never bothered to introduce you to prior to today, and claim to be his best friend?” Mordo questions, glancing down at Stephen. “Do you have something to say about this, my brother?”

Stephen’s mouth presses together tightly before sighing and slumping into his chair, “We’re here now, might as well. She’s telling the truth. We’ve known each other since we were young children. We did also go to college together yes. And I have stayed in contact with her since then. As for why I never introduced her, she had her own things going on. She always would have been a big asset to the Illuminati, but I wasn’t going to take over her life.”

“Doctor Strange, considerate?” Rambeau asks with a smirk.

“It happens on the odd occasion,” Y/N responds with a wink. “He’s also just embarrassed to bring me into this aspect of his life.”

“He’s worried we’re going to tease him for caring about someone,” Xavier adds, earning a glare from Strange sitting beside him.

“So are there any other specific questions you all have?” Y/N asks.

“Do you have any embarrassing childhood stories I can hold over his head?” Richards asks as he sets down the paper in his hands. “You seem good to go, I just want leverage now.”

Laughing and nodding along she smile, “More than you could ever imagine, but I’m loyal to Stephen. I won’t embarrass him like that.”

“So we’re all done now then yes?” Stephen asks as he hurriedly stands, the faintest blush on his cheeks. “Enough interrogation for one day?”

“I’m satisfied, anyone in disagreement on Doctor Y/L/N taking over as lead researcher of lab A?” Richards asks, nodding when no one says anything. “Welcome to the Illuminati Miss.”

-

“You sure it’s alright that I stay here?” Y/N asks as Stephen helps her pass the rest of her belongs through a portal into a room at the Sanctum.

“I’m Sorcerer Supreme and Master of the Sanctum. I say it’s ok, so it’s ok,” he assures her, closing the portal behind them and watching as she flops onto the bed.

“Been a long time since we lived together, been kind of looking forward to it,” she says as she turns on her side to look at him.

“A bit fancier than our last place,” he laughs and sits on the edge of the bed, his cloak flying off and out the door.

“That it is, though broke uni students apartment versus mansion of mystical masters is quite the change,” she says as she grabs his arm. “Show me around? Mainly so I don’t wander into an ancient relic that sends me back in time when I get up to get a drink in the middle of the night.”

“Needy needy,” he teases, standing up from the bed and walking to the door. “Let’s get a move on then.”

“Look at me, turning the Sorcerer Supreme into a tour guide,” she jokes, slipping out the door behind him. “I can’t imagine how much your time costs if you were to monetize it. The amount of crap you have to do. To think I wasted your important time with tire swings and picnics.”

“Expensive to others, free to you,” he remarks, offering her his arm. “Come on. With you I’m just Stephen you know that. No Doctor, no Sorcerer Supreme. Let me feel normal for a few minutes.”

Slipping her arm through his she looks at the nearest relic on the wall, “It’s just crazy to think about sometimes ya know? You’re always still going to be the boy I grew up climbing trees with and counting change in college trying to afford a shit pizza. Now I mean… holy shit.”

“I’m still him.”

“I know you are, and I’m insanely proud of you, hell I was crazy proud of you being the best neurosurgeon. You worked really hard to get there. And then you didn’t let your accident stop you. You pushed on and made a new life,” she gestures at the relic by them. “Now you live in a magic house with things like that. Speaking of which… what is that and why does it look like it came from a medieval torture chamber?”

“Crimson Bands of Cyttorak,” he answers, trying to ignore the heat in his cheeks as he pulls her closer. “I would suggest not touching it, it’ll wrap around you and imprison you.”

“So it is basically medieval torture equipment,” she hums and pulls on his arm to go further down the hall when Mordo comes out of a door in front of them. “Oh, hello Mordo!”

“I don’t believe I properly introduced myself,” he jokes, offering her his hand.

“Stephen’s talked about you plenty, oh and thanks still for getting him into Kamar-Taj in the first place,” she shakes his hand happily. “I’m glad he’s had you in his life.”

Mordo’s eyes glance at Strange for a moment with a smirk before looking back at Y/N, “I wish I could say he’s told me as much about you, however he’s been suspiciously quiet. Though it explains why he’s so possessive over his phone and taking calls for hours.”

“I have come to notice he’s kept me as some dirty little secret,” she laughs glancing over at Stephen. “Making me feel like I’ve been doing something indecent.”

“Of course not, I just… don’t prefer to share all aspects of my personal life,” he states firmly.

“So now that she’s here, you’re comfortable to share her with the rest of us?” Mordo teases, a smirk spreading on his face as Strange frowns. “You seem a lovely lady Ms Y/N, I and the others look forward to getting to know you.”

“Likewise,” she grins and places a hand on his arm. “I’m happy to finally get to meet all these people he talks about.”

“Are we continuing this tour or are you just going to stand around exchanging pleasantries with Mordo all evening?” Stephen all but pouts at their interaction.

“Always so impatient,” she tsks and nods a goodbye to the sorcerer beside her. “Maybe we could sit down and talk later?”

“Absolutely, I’m sure we can figure out a good time.”

“Great, great,” Stephen mutters, tugging on Y/N’s arm to lead her down the hallway.

After circling through the many halls of the Sanctum and going over which relics should absolutely not be touched, the pair comes to a stop in a family room of sorts.

Y/N glances around the room for a moment before pulling Stephen toward the large couch in the room.

Raising an eyebrow he glances down at her, “What exactly are you doing?”

“When did you last sleep?”

“Is that a trick question?”

“Stephen, when did you last sleep?”

“Time is relative.”

Releasing his arm, she turns him around and shoves him down onto the couch with a grunt, pressing on his chest so he finally lays back on it.

“Well that means it’s been awhile since you won’t give me a straight answer. And I’m tired.”

“And?” he questions as she climbs on top of him and grips onto his robes.  

“We’re napping,” she states firmly, burying her face against his neck. “I’ve missed doing this.”

“Ok,” he manages to choke out, trying to settle himself as he wraps his own arms around her to pull her close. One hand makes a quick gesture to change them both into more comfortable clothes.

“Good call,” she mumbles against him.

As he starts to nod off, he feels her fingertips brushing lightly over his face as she sings softly against his ear, “Close your eyes, have no fear. The monster’s gone. He’s on the run, and I’m here. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.”

His arms tighten slightly around her at her voice, and a smile tugs at his lips before he finally lets sleep overtake him.

-

“Sleep well?” Mordo asks as Stephen enters the kitchen clicking his neck with a groan the following morning.

“No,” he mutters walking to the coffee maker.

“Unfortunate. You two looked awfully cozy when I walked through earlier,” Mordo comments, sipping his own coffee.

Stephen gives him a harsh glare, “Not a word. That couch isn’t comfortable for sleep. Especially for an entire night. Hadn’t intended to sleep that long.”

“Or you’re just getting old.”

“Fuck off.”

“Well good morning to you too Stephen,” Y/N says as she enters with a yawn.

“Not you, him,” he grunts, immediately handing her the mug he just poured. “Your neck ok? That couch is probably hundreds of years old.”

“Mhm,” she responds taking a sip and bumping her hip against his. “I crawled on top of you to avoid the couch. So I’m good.”

“You mean put more weight on me so I sunk further into the damn thing,” he teases and makes his own cup.

“Exactly, you know you love me,” she stretches up to press a kiss to his cheek. “I’m going up to shower and get changed, when are you taking off?”

“I’ll wait for you and portal us over,” he sighs and rolls his eyes. “One day you’re going to have to take a taxi or something though. This won’t be an everyday thing.”

“Or you could teach me magical Sorcerer abilities.”

“Not a chance, now get,” he shoos her off before looking back down at his coffee, trying to ignore the eyes on him.

“Friendship,” Mordo scoffs and takes care of his dishes. “I definitely believe you just love her in a platonic friendship fashion.”

“Once again, kindly fuck off.”

“You could just tell her how you feel, you two are clearly very close.”

“And ruin what we already have? One of the most important things in my life, the only stable thing I’ve ever had across my entire life?” he shakes his head vigorously. “I can be content with the way things are.”

“And then what happens once she decides to take a job elsewhere, or finds a partner here? You’ll be fine rarely seeing her once again, or seeing her with someone else?”

“We… have lived apart before plenty. And she’s dated. We both have had partners.”

“Strange, would you actually be happy with either of those things?”

Staring down at his cup silently, he finally sighs, “No.”

“Then say something. Or ask her on a date. If she really doesn’t want more with you, I doubt she will throw away everything you two already have. It’s obvious to anyone that spends more than a moment with the two of you that she cares about you. I doubt she’s put up with you for decades just to throw it all away in a moment because you asked her on a date.”

“Maybe… I’ll think about it, she just got here,” he responds and makes a quick gesture with his hands to change into his robes. “But for now, there’s work to be done.”

-

“Odd,” Y/N comments, eyes drifting to the clock beside her paperwork.

“What is?” Dr. Robinson, another scientist in the lab asks, leaning over her shoulder to look at the paperwork.

“Oh, no not this,” she says apologetically. “Just, the time. Stephen usually checks in by now if he’s not going to be back.”

She laughs and steps back over to her own work, “You’ve been here nearly half a year, and I’m still not used to hearing him referred to as ‘Stephen.’ Doctor Strange, Strange, Sorcerer Supreme, Leader of the Illuminati, and several unfavorable terms definitely. But Stephen, not so much.”

“It’s still odd to me hearing people address him so formally and seriously, or trip over their feet to bow for him,” she chuckles as she sorts through the papers.

“Well he is a fairly serious man.”

Y/N snorts at the statement and rolls her eyes, “He’s good at focusing in and getting work done. And he wants to be respected, which he thoroughly deserves. But he’s far from serious. He’s rather silly and fun when he’s not in work mode.”

“Yeah, for you. I’ve seen more of him in the last six months than I’ve seen of him the entire three years I’ve been here.”

“He didn’t used to come down to the labs?”

“Rarely while we were here, only if he had questions about the reports or wanted more information. He spent more time here at night after we all left.”

“Hm,” she twists the pen in her fingers. “He’s not been doing that now as far as I know. We have dinner together and hang out, he reads whatever reports he has or spell books, then we both head off to bed.”

“Now he visits here during the day to do whatever he needs to do because he wants to see you,” Robinson responds, giving her a knowing look. “You had to have noticed.”

“Well yeah he comes by to say hi, but he’s working.”

“He does his work, but he keeps circling around wherever you are in the lab. Finding excuses to walk past you, looking up at you while he’s working on something…”

“And…? We are best friends, he’s probably still getting used to me being here.”

“The man went from avoiding having to interact in the labs at all, to being down here whenever he can and looking at you like a lovesick puppy, Y/N,” she thumps a finger against Y/N’s forehead. “You’re a brilliant scientist but take a look of what’s right in front of your face boss.”

“I really doubt that he-” she begins to say before stumbling back as the air sparkles and a portal opens beside her, a blur of blue fabric stumbling through the opening before it quickly closes.

“What the- Stephen?” she asks, stooping down to pull the cloak away from his face. His eyes stare back at her unblinking, blood dripping from several gashes across his face. “Holy shit, Stephen! Robinson get the medical team, now!”

Pulling the cloak from his shoulders, she works to flip him onto his back, finding more gashes on his chest, the fabric shredded in several places. Cursing under her breath she reaches for the scissors in her desk drawer and cuts the remaining fabric away. Pulling her lab coat off she wads it up and presses it firmly against the gashes on his chest.

“Stephen are you here with me?” she asks, bringing one hand down to press to the pulse on his neck, exhaling when she picks it up.

“Barely,” he coughs out after a moment as he stares up at her.

“Just stay with me alright? The medical team will be here in just a minute,” she responds with one hand applying pressure and the other twining in his hair to keep his attention. “What did this? Any poison or magic?”

“Magic,” his eyes flicker open and closed a few times.

“Keep ‘em open Stephen,” she scolds softly. “Keep looking at me, just focus on me.”

“Always… focused on you,” he mumbles, his head lulling back and his eyes drooping.

Gnawing at the inside of her cheek, she cheeks his pulse once again.

Shit. Too slow.

Removing her hand from the jacket to grasp his head, she presses her lips to his. His eyes widen immediately at the contact, and his pulse quickens under her fingers, “Just like that, stay with me Stephen,” she whispers against his lips, his eyes dart to her face.

Finally the lab doors fly open to the medical team who quickly usher her out of the way and get him loaded on their gurney and out the door as she follows behind them.

-

The ringing in his head pulls Stephen from his sleep, his eyes slowly opening to the too bright room in the Illuminati Headquarters’ medical ward.

He looks around the room, his eyes settling on Y/N currently fast asleep in a chair next to his bed, her hand reached out holding his own.

Running his thumb over her knuckles makes her stir, eyes blinking open and a smile on her face as she sees him looking at her, “Finally you wake up!”

“Did I keep you waiting long?” he chuckles, wincing as he shifts in the bed. “What happened?”

“About nine hours,” she answers and reaches over to brush his hair from his face. “You don’t remember? You opened a portal right in front of me, stumbled through, closed it, and collapsed. You were covered in gashes from… something.”

Frowning as the battle with the beast comes back to him he sucks in a breath, “Apologies for that, I wasn’t thinking, portaling there in that state. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Scare me? It was a fucking surprise for sure, and I was scared you were going to die. But hell yeah portal to me again if you need help,” she says firmly.

“So what’s the diagnosis?”

“You got a lot of stitches for one. Punctured organs. Variety of other things. They brought in two healers from Kamar-Taj that fixed most of the internal stuff. Medical team stitched you up, but they helped your healing along. I don’t even know exactly what was wrong, they were all running around frantically. You were a bit of a mess Doctor Strange.”

Nodding along, he leans back and shuts his eyes briefly before another memory hits him. His eyes fly open and he slightly turns toward Y/N, staring at her intently, “You kissed me. After I came through the portal.”

“You remember that part huh?” She asks, obviously flustered, her eyes avoiding his own.

“I do. Why?”

She clears her throat and shifts in her seat, “Well. You were fading on me, and I wanted you to stay awake and alert.”

“And a kiss was the medically sound way to do that?” he teases with a smirk. “I know you didn’t go to med school, but I think you know better than that.”

“Well I was just going off what had been mentioned to me… and thought maybe it would work to get your attention back on me.”

“What had been mentioned to you? Someone told you that’s a good way? At this lab?” he frowns in thought. “Either I need to go back through our staff and test some people or someone was teasing you.”

“No not like they told me to do that, just something about you and I thought it might work and I mean it did so…” she rambles and her hand twitches in his.

“What are people saying about me?” His brow furrows.

Taking a deep breath she finally meets his eyes, “There just might have been a few people that have mentioned since I’ve been here… that maybe, perhaps. That you may have feelings other than friendship for me.”

Stephen’s eyes immediately widen, the words hitting him like a splash of cold water. His mouth opens and closes several times as he tries to form a reply.

“I mean… I don’t know if it’s true. But I thought if it was maybe you’d… react to the kiss enough to get your attention back on me?”

“M-makes sense,” he stutters, his voice coming out hoarse as his mind races and body tenses.

“Maybe now isn’t the right time… but we’re here and it’s been brought up. If it’s a no we can forget we talked about this and leave it in this room. Is there any truth to that?”

“And if it’s a yes?” he asks quietly, his eyes darting away from hers and tongue quickly wetting his lips.

Y/N stands from her seat at his words, immediately making him regret it. He knew this would happen. This is why he’d always held it back. Now he’s gone and…

She closes the distance between her and the hospital bed, hands reaching down to gently cradle his head in her hands, “If it’s a yes, Stephen Strange, then I’ll let you know the feelings are mutual.”

His breath catches in his throat, turning his cheek into her palm as he stares up at her longingly, “T-they are?”

Leaning in close to him she stops just centimeters from his lips, “They are.” Her lips press to his gently, and he quickly moves his against them. Her tongue swipes across his lips making them immediately part, a strangled groan coming from his throat.

Slowly breaking the kiss, Y/N leans back as Stephen follows her up, sighing at the loss of contact. His eyes stare back at hers hazily, his hand gripping hers tighter.

Chuckling at his reaction, she leans back in and presses her forehead to his, “Let’s not overdo it right now, your face is barely holding together as is.”

“It’ll last,” he whispers breathlessly. “You’ve no clue how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“I think I might have some clue,” her thumbs brush carefully over his cheeks. “Though I would be interested to know when exactly it changed for you.”

“It never ‘changed’ for me,” he admits, turning his head to press a kiss to her palm. “It’s always been there. It’s always been you. I never wanted to lose you, so I buried it.”

Pressing several small kisses on the uninjured skin on his face she gives him a gentle smile, “That’s been a lot of years and relationships we’ve been through Stephen. No wonder you hated all my boyfriends.”

“Why do you think they never worked out for me?” he grumbles. “And they weren’t good enough for you, any of them.”

“Only you’re good enough hm?” she teases.

“Well I have a few things going for me that none of them could ever touch,” he retorts with a smirk. “Sorcerer Supreme and leader of the Illuminati bring some perks.”

“I would say your biggest advantage is the way you’ve always been so attuned to me. Supportive, and caring from the beginning. The way you make me feel like I’m the most important person in the universe when you look at me.”

“You are the most important person in my universe, always have been.”

Finally releasing his head, she lets her hands slip to his shoulders and she presses another soft kiss to his lip, smiling as he relaxes into her touch, “I love you Stephen.”

“I love you too,” he responds, his eyes practically sparkling back at her. The most carefree and happy expression she’s seen on his face in decades. “Can we just make this official now?”

“Impatient?” she laughs as she sits back in her seat but still holds onto his hand.

“Exceedingly. I’ve waited decades Y/N, I don’t want to wait for some other asshole to come swooping in now. I don’t want to waste more time.”

“You have nothing to worry about, I’m reasonably confident about this one.”

“Only reasonably?” His lower lip jets out.

“You’re going to be trouble aren’t you? But I suppose you’re my trouble now,” she smiles and shakes her head at the man.

“If we’re being truly honest, I’ve always been your trouble,” he chuckles and intertwines their fingers.

“That you have,” she nods and lifts their hands to press a kiss to the back of his.

“How long am I supposed to be stuck here for?”

“Sounded like they wanted to watch over you for a few days, then you’ll have to take it easy for another few days once you’re out.”

Groaning loudly he flops dramatically back against his pillow and winces at the movement, “I have far too much to do to take it easy.”

“And here I was thinking you’d like a few uninterrupted days in your bed with me taking care of you,” she says innocently, trying to hold back a laugh as his head turns dramatically back toward her. “I requested the week off to take care of you, Richards and Mordo already agreed and are taking care of your duties and setting up Doctor Robinson to take my place while I’m out.”

“You should have led with that,” he says roughly, a new fire in his eyes. “I have you all to myself, all week?”

“That you do Doctor Strange,” she grins. “And in light of new revelations, I can make sure you are thoroughly cared for. If you agree of course.”

A growl of frustration leaves his lips and he tugs on her hand, trying to pull her closer, “And I thoroughly agree. Yet you tease me knowing I’m stuck in this fucking room for another few days.”

Standing up and going back to his side, she cups his cheek with her free hand and leans down to his ear, “Now, you just have something to look forward to love.”

Her teeth barely graze his ear as he groans and his eyes shut, “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Mm, probably,” she laughs and presses a kiss to his cheek. “I’ve been here this long, I don’t plan on taking off anytime soon.”

“You’re my one constant,” he admits, his eyes opening to look at her lovingly. “You always have been, and I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life. I’d have fallen apart one hundred times over by now.”

“Remember the promise I made you?” she asks him softly, gently running her fingers through his messy hair.

“Which one?”

“When we were 19. It was after your father passed, and you said you were all alone now. I told you I could never fill the hole they left, but that you’d never be alone. That I’ll always be there for you.”

“And you always have, through everything,” he smiles up and her and leans into her touch. “I love you, with all that I am. I’m yours without reservation, forever.”

“Well that was deeply romantic and Hallmark movie sounding, have you been planning that line for awhile?” she teases, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “But I love you too, there’s no place I’d rather be than here with you, and that’ll never change.”

“May have had some time to come up with that one,” he responds as he lifts his hand to her cheek. “I’m just… happy. Didn’t think we’d ever be together. And I was content with what we’ve had.”

“Content but not happy?”

He nods, “You make me happy, I’m happy being around you. I’m happy for you to be here. But I suppose… there’s that part of me that held on to what could have been. “

“Well there’s no more what ifs. We can start figuring out where we go from here now.”

“Bedrooms.”

“What?”

“You can keep things in the other room if you want, but I want you in my bed, with me.”

“And if I refuse?” She grins as he pouts. “I’m just kidding. I’ll happily cling to you like a monkey every night once your body is adequately holding itself together.”

“Or, more sound medical advice, you just do that now and hold it together for me,” he teases. “From the same medical school as kiss someone losing consciousness.”

“Hey you make fun of me for it, but it worked,” she argues.

“Mm that it did, but do me a favor and save that trick for only me?” His hand drifts down her arm.

“Let’s just hope I’m not in that position for a multitude of people. There’s so many people with a medical background in this building, if somehow another person starts bleeding out in front of me I’m just going to quit, because that’s just shit luck and I’m not that kind of doctor.”

“Do I need to make up a rule that no employee bleed to death in front of Doctor Y/L/N?” he grins as she sticks her tongue out at him.

“You’re awful.”

“Yet you still love me,” he says smugly, carefully lifting his arms to put them behind his head.

“Clearly either a chemical malfunction in my brain or some off-shoot version of Stockholm Syndrome.”  

“Keep telling yourself that,” he winks.

“For someone who nearly died today then was stuttering trying to tell me your feelings, you’re awfully confident now.”

“Like I said, I’m happy.”

“While I’m happy you’re happy, let’s stop moving so much before you pop a stitch,” she says as she feels for them carefully under his gown. “You’ll probably be stuck here longer if you do.”

Sighing at her words he nods and brings his arms down, reaching out to grasp her wrists and bring her closer to him, “Another kiss to ease the pain?”

“Are you always going to be this needy?” She teases, leaning partially over the bed to bring her face just inches from his.

His lips brush softly over hers as a smile slowly breaks through, “For you? Of course.”

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Until Eternity | Vampire!Strange Supreme

Summary: Fate took you away from him. Now that he found you centuries later, will he let the same fate happens to you again?

Word count: 5.9k

Warnings: ANGST with eventual smut. Slow burn with feels, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, blood (briefly because duh). Happy Ending**

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

A/N: I’m back for today, y’all (literally the only day i’m free 😭). I hope you enjoyed it. I spent literally a month on this (and I kind lowkey not happy with the ending because it feels rush lmao). Nevertheless, I hope you liked it. I don’t know why I haven’t written Strange Supreme at all since he’s my most favorite one???? If you enjoyed it, comment and reblog is greatly, greatly appreciated. I love to hear about your thought on this, because besties, there’s a lot to unpack.

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Stephen stood in the silent darkness, blending into the night as the smell of petrichor permeated the air. 

The rain had just begun to fall upon the earth, soaking every dry crevice with life once more, marking the end of a long, brutal summer, and ushering in the long-awaited autumn. The leaves were just slowly turning red, and the warmth of the summer air barely departed even if it was already October.

His eyes glowed dimly beneath the moonless night, pale and sharp, almost colorless by the way the glacial blue slowly faded to silvery white. His skin was ashen, cool like marble–a contrast to dark circles under his eyes. He looked almost sickly by the way his skin hung over his sharp cheekbones.

A cruel fate, he mused as his lips pulled back, revealing the sharp, pearly canines as he looked down at his gloved hands. Centuries have passed and his heart still hoped that one day the universe would return to what once was his. He had traveled the world, searching in every corner of the world, yet he found himself back here once again.

Standing in the mask of the shadow, watching from afar as his eyes could see, feeling breathless once more as if it was the first time he had laid eyes upon you. A pessimist he was, Stephen couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by the sudden burst of warmth that flooded his cold, unbeaten heart. It was like an ocean, filling up the trenches of the scars that were left when he lost you. 

How cruel was the fragility of mortality–ripping you away from him over and over again? 

The wickedness of the universe, punishing a creature like him to eternal damnation– devoiding him of any joy for all eternity—perhaps as a punishment to balance the universe once more for the deed he had done–for daring to try and cheat death; the defiler of the natural law.

But now he finally found you. Again.

Upon centuries of searching through endless, fractured hope of his–centuries of loneliness was nothing compared to the sliver of hope you have given him at the moment. And by the grace of the Damn, he won’t let you go ever again.

Taking a deep breath, Stephen could smell your scent lingering heavily among the crowd, far sweeter with a tinged for floral notes–like honey and lavender coursing through your veins, making his mouth salivate. All of his rationality wavered between hunger and needs.  The thought of tasting you upon his tongue–the smell of your scent overwhelming him once more, and he couldn’t push the thought away. 

How long had he yearned to be close to you, yet the anticipation scared him? The what-if questions, whether you would find him suitable to be a lover or companion scared him more than the light of the sun itself. 

Surely, turning to ashes was less painful than your rejection.

He wanted to laugh at the thought. How pathetic he was–a creature who could swallow a world terrified of a mortal woman…

No, he shook the thought away. You were more than that to him.

You were his heart, his soul, and his star–his compass that guided him on the right path. You were the reason his unbeaten heart remained hopeful.

His attention shifted once more from his thoughts at the sound of your laughter rang in the night. He felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach as you pulled a man into a hug before saying goodbye. He knew he was your friend, but it didn’t stop his heart from feeling a pang of jealousy. Oh, how he wishes to touch you.

 Stephen’s eyes continued to follow you, though he remained where he stood, not wanting to draw any attention to himself.

He watched you looking both ways at the crosswalk, waiting for the traffic to die out a bit. As you took a few steps forward, he heard from the far distance, the tire-screeching sound heading your way, but of course, you were unaware of that.

He listened closely as the truck rounded the corner–so quickly for any mortal to react, and without any consideration of the traffic. He told himself again that he won’t interfere. If fate meant for you and him to not exist at the same time, then he should let it—then images of you dying before him over the course of his immortality flashed before his eyes, and every rationality left him.

“Fuck it,” he said, using his power to transport himself. 

He reappeared less than a second later like a rush of energy, bursting through the sound barrier with a loud bang, sending the speeding truck barreling off the road and straight into a metal pole. He had already caught you in his arms while he reappeared, whisking you away to safety.

A few moments later, five police cars came into halting screech as police rushed out to pull the suspects out of the wreckage. Stephen gazed down at your frightening form, trembling in his arms like a baby animal. Your eyes were wild. Fear permeated from your blood and straight to his nose, reeking of sickly sweet scent like spoiled fruits that were left under the sun too long.

“Are you alright?” He asked, looking down at you. 

You couldn’t answer him, except to nod. 

His eyes scanned your body quickly, surveying for any scratches or wounds. He would not figure himself, nor the driver if there were any marks on you. He relaxed once he noticed that there were no scratches on you.

“We need to stop meeting like this,” he muttered to himself under his breath as he stood there with you still in his arms. He could feel your body trembling in his arms while your heartbeat frantically, pumping the blood in your veins with effort.

Your adrenaline was still pumping in your veins as you stared up. Your breathing was still heavy, inhaling every mouthful of air into your lungs as they allowed you to. 

Stephen could feel the burning sensation growing stronger the more he breathed in your scent. It became too apparent and it made his body tremble with needs from blood lust alone. It shouldn't have happened because he was feeding just before he came to check on you tonight. 

Stephen mentally groaned. You were his undoing indeed. Yet, he longed for it–for you.

“Wh–how did you do that?” You finally were able to speak as you looked wildly up at the man and then at the wreckage. It was impossible what just happened—the speed of the truck, and him—he was on the other side of the road, and then in a blink of an eye, he was here, whisking you away in his arms, away from this wreckage…

Stephen carefully set you down on your feet and took a step back, trying to create a distance between the two of you. But he quickly changed his mind when your legs gave out. It was best to simply let you use him for support.

“Do what? Pulling you out from incoming traffic?”  His voice was too calm. 

You stared up taken aback by how relaxed he was–it was almost as if he wasn’t scared or terrified of it. A normal human would be shaken by just pure adrenaline alone, but this man–this man simply looked bored.

“I saw you across the street a few minutes ago, you can’t possibly get here this fast–”

“I think you mistake me for someone else, miss,” he quickly cut you off, and a small part of you snapped. You didn’t know if it was the adrenaline that was left in you or if was it something else. Whatever it was, you really didn’t appreciate what he just said to you.

“Look I am grateful that you saved my life, but what I don’t appreciate is you gaslighting me into thinking that what I saw earlier wasn’t right.” Your voice wavered between anger and wanting to cry. There were so many things happening all at once, and as your body slowly came down from the high, it slowly registered to your brain that you almost died. For this man—this stranger to just blatantly lie in your face, you were beyond furious. 

“And what do you want me to say to that?”

You narrowed your eyes for a few seconds. He was self-assured. You didn’t understand why he had the need to lie to you about it.

You exhaled sharply through your nose. “I don’t know.  Just something that would help me rationalize all of this. At least tell me your name.”

“It’s for the best if we remain strangers, miss. Have a good night.”

His voice sounded so sad. It made you even more eager to understand him. 

When he turned to walk away from you, you instinctively grasped his hand, but all you got was his leather glove. Stephen halted immediately and looked at you with uncertainty and horror as you stood there, looking at his glove and then at his hand. 

Stephen quickly snatched the glove away from you because he couldn’t afford to have your scent linger on his belongings way more than it is right now. Every cell in his body was buzzing and craving for you, and the more time he spent with you, the more he felt all of his sanity slowly slipping away from him.

It would not be long before his hunger dictated all of his wills. 

Your fingers grazed him by accident. Stephen quickly pulled himself away as if he was burned by your touch.

You sucked in your breath sharply at how cool his skin was, but suddenly you felt yourself slipping into the darkness. Your ears range briefly before you feel like your whole body is being submerged underwater.

The noise around you drowned out, melted into a jumble of sound till there was silence. Your body went limp. Images flashed before your eyes like one of those old times in movies. It was blurry, but then the images were clear.

Your brows pulled into a deep frown, watching images of a woman—no it was you, but it wasn’t you at the same time. You flinched at the sudden noise that seemed to emit from the scenes before you. You were smiling and laughing, dressing like one of those old-timey clothes with a man. You weren’t sure of who he was at first, but he felt familiar. Upon further inspection, you found yourself gasping. 

It was the stranger—he was looking exactly like you saw him, except that he looked happier. You were kissing and laughing while holding onto each other.

 “I, Y/N. Take you, Stephen Strange, as my lawfully, wedded husband,” you heard the woman say before she–or you kissed him. 

She–no, you and him was standing under the pale light, wearing a long flowing white dress. There was nothing but the soft, flickering amber from the candlelight illuminating. There were no guests, nor anyone else at the altar, except for the two figures. You felt your chest swell with a sudden burst of happiness, but the scenes soon flashed to a much somber one. 

You were now laying in bed, looking deathly sick. The man was sobbing and holding onto your hands. Crimson tears rolled down his sharp cheekbones, falling onto your white gown, till it was deep red. He was saying something, but you couldn’t hear it well enough because the scene was suddenly cut short. All you remembered was his eyes–they were as they are now–dark, sad, and somber, marred with dark circles, and brimmed with bloody tears.

A loud gasp slipped past your lips, and you felt your body slowly fall. You expected the pain to shoot through you, but it never came.

You blinked as the darkness that covered your vision slowly slipped away. Dim light slowly pours into your line of vision. Your first image was the man once again, looking at you with a concerned look. His eyes were pale blue, almost too pale, you realized. He looked almost otherworldly, yet he was familiar.

“Are you alright?” He asked. His deep, baritone voice sent a wave of warmness through you. 

You frowned when you realized that you were once again back where you were. Tears slipped from your eyes. Your hand slowly reached up with uncertainty to touch his face. The coolness of his skin didn’t shock you anymore as his eyes widened. He opened his mouth to protest, but you felt his whole demeanor shift.

Stephen closed his eyes, savoring the way your warmth felt against his skin. It felt strange, yet familiar at the same time–something that he longed for centuries yet never dared to dream of being this close.

“Stephen…” 

He opened his eyes to find you looking at him with confusion. You sounded uncertain as if you were testing the name on your lips for the first time.

“Your name is Stephen Strange, isn’t it?”

He couldn’t utter the words except that he was nodding slowly in admission. He had yet to reveal himself to yet–

“I–” you started, but frowned to find a better word. “We met before, didn’t we?”

“I don’t know what you mean. This is the first time I see, miss. I’ve said it many times before–”

“Your name is Stephen Strange and I was your wife…in another life–I don’t know which one it is, but perhaps a long time ago.” You struggled to understand yourself as words fell from your mouth. Tears were still rolling down your face, and you didn’t understand why. Your chest hurt so badly every time the images flashed in your mind.

Stephen remained quiet as you continued.

“They were your memories, weren’t they–or were they mine?”

Stephen stared at you for a long moment as you struggled to make sense. He wanted to admit it, but he was scared of what fate has in store for him in this lifetime.

“You won’t believe what I have to say,” he finally spoke. 

“Why is that?”

“Because I know you,” he said quietly. “It happened so many times that I just know you won’t believe me.”

“What do you mean “too many times”?” you asked as you took a step forward. Stephen found himself stepping back. 

He looked around and there were people lingering. “Do you trust me?”

You frowned, unsure why he asked you this but you nodded. A small part of you was afraid though, and Stephen felt too by the way the sickly, sweet scent permeated your body.

Stephen’s lips pressed together into a tight, thin line. If only you knew how capable he was at inflicting worse things than what you feared…

“I have no reason to kill you,” he said softly as if he could read your mind, looking more sad than offended. It was in your nature to fear a creature like him. “I just want to give you the answer that you want.”

“Fine. Then show me.”

The heavy, wooden doors groaned as he pushed them open, revealing a grand staircase that led up to the darkness. The place smelled of old books and leather. As soon as you stepped inside, the heavy doors slammed shut with a dull thud, startling you in the process. 

“What is this place?” you asked softly, yet your voice sounded louder in the silent darkness. 

Amber light slowly illuminates the dark, emptiness, revealing rows and rows of floor-to-ceiling bookcases. 

“My home,” he said softly. 

“So you brought me to your home…to show me what exactly?”

“Do you believe in reincarnation?”

You thought for a bit and shrugged. “What’s that have to do with anything?”

Stephen took a candelabra and motioned you to follow him up the stairs. They creaked beneath your feet as you followed him not too far behind. He briefly turned before holding up the light to reveal a portrait.

Your eyes widened.

“You and I have met many times before over the course of centuries,” he started as your eyes bored into the portrait of you and him, dressing in the exact clothes you saw a moment ago. “The last time we met, we managed to get married and live happily together, until–”

“Until I suddenly died…” you finished his sentence. “I saw it–I died in this house, didn’t I?”

“You died from consumption–tuberculosis in the modern term. We only married for a few months,” he said almost sadly. “I wanted to save you, but I couldn’t.”

“Why?”

“To save you means you have to become what I am, and I couldn’t live knowing that I have made you suffer the same way that I was.”

“So you're just letting me die like that?” you frowned, not understanding his reason.

“We weren’t meant to be together,” he said softly. “The first time I tried to cheat death—to prevent death from happening to you, it made me become this,” he said as he slowly revealed his true form to you.

His eyes were now glowing almost subtly against the dim light. His bluish veins were becoming more visible on the surface of his pale skin. His canines elongated. His fingers were black, his nails sharp almost like claws.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, but you remained where you were. 

“The spell that I was trying to cast had somehow doomed me to walk the night, and become this horrid creature. Tell me again why I would want you to suffer the same fate as me?”

“So you just watch me die, over and over again?” you frowned.

“It’s the only way,” he said softly.

“No, Stephen. It’s not the only way. If you love me like you said you do, you would have saved me then instead of wallowing in this self-pity of yours,” you snapped. “I-I just don’t understand why–”

“Your death is an absolute point in the universe,” he cut you off. “No matter what I do, you and I weren’t meant to be together.”

“So you're just going to let it happen like that?” 

“Y/N, please you must understand.”

“What do you fear, Stephen Strange?” you asked as you walked toward him till you could touch his face. Stephen closed his eyes and leaned into your touch almost immediately. 

“You,” he said softly. “I am afraid of existing in a world without you.”

“But you refused to turn me, and instead you continue to chase after me like this?”

Stephen swallowed for the very first time as if you had hit the nail on the head. 

“What are you really afraid of, Stephen?” you asked again.

You could see red liquid pooled in his eyes before he looked down as if he was ashamed to admit it. You cradled his face in your hands and you saw that his crimson tears now stained his pale skin. 

“Losing you forever,” he said softly. “I don’t want your existence to get completely erased from the universe, Y/N.”

“Is that what you think will happen if you turn me?”

He nodded reluctantly. Stephen didn’t know about it himself, but he didn’t want to think about it. The fear consumed him far too much and for far too long. 

“Don’t you think it’s a little unfair for me to have you make a choice for me over and over again?”

Stephen didn’t say anything. You gently pulled him down until he could feel your breath fanned over his face. Fear no longer permeated off you, but a rather new scent–a tantalizing one.

“Why did you save me earlier if I was fated to die then and there.”

“I just found you,” he said softly. 

Your eyes flickered from his down to his lips. You could feel your heart quickening the closer you got to him. “So you wanted to be selfish and save me for a bit before you let me go. Again and again, and again.”

“Please don’t say it like that. I do love you so much that I’m willing to rip this world apart for you.

For a minute, you believed him. You didn’t know the sort of power or ability he possessed at the moment, but you knew he meant it when he said those words. 

Without a thought, you leaned in and kissed him. Stephen was surprised but welcomed your kiss. His arm wrapped around your waist, while the other one cradled your face. You shuddered at the way the coolness of his skin felt against yours. He was slow and careful at first. Each movement was precise and calculated as if he was afraid to hurt you. 

You moaned into him before you opened your mouth and allowed him to slip his tongue inside. Stephen was still reluctant to completely allow himself to be immersed completely in his desires, but you pushed him. 

Oh, you pushed him alright. 

Without a thought, you slowly take a few steps back, pushing him until his hard body hits the wall with a soft thud. Stephen gasped in surprise. You could see him smirking for the very first time, and for that small moment, your mouth captured him once again.

You kissed him with urgency, while your hands laid flatly against his chest. You couldn’t feel his heart beating, but you know it doesn’t matter anyway. You weren’t meant to be together so if the universe decided to say “fuck you” to you, you might as well take this opportunity and give him a memory that would last another lifetime.

Your fingers slowly trailed down his body, feeling the way his taut muscles strained and contracted underneath your palms.

Stephen hissed as he felt your hand covering his growing bulge. He quickly pulled away from your kiss and looked into your eyes.

“You are much bolder this time around,” he commented as he took both of your hands in his. Your eyes widened at the realization of how large his hands were. 

“I build differently this time around,” you joked before standing to your tippy toe to kiss him again. “I also don’t want to die without knowing what’s it like to have sex with a vampire, so maybe I’m just trying to make a good memory for both of us.”

Stephen’s eyes seemed to soften when he chuckled. He looked more human when he laughed, you realized. He brought your knuckles to his lips and kissed him almost too gently. 

“I assure you, it’s not that much different than what you know,” he smirked before he suddenly bridged-carrying you into one of the large rooms.

The candlelight suddenly came to life as you and he entered. Stephen gently laid you down on the large, plush bed before he slowly loosen the tie around his neck.

You were mesmerized by the way his long, thick fingers undone those buttons. Your mouth went dry when he began to undress. Your eyes followed a trail of dark hair that disappeared under his waistband. Stephen noticed your hungry look and chuckled softly before he knelt astride your body.

“Is this some sort of a perk of being a vampire?” you asked as you let your fingers graze over the deep ridges of his abdomen. He didn’t seem to mind, which only encouraged you to explore his body more.

“I’m not quite sure what you mean,” he murmured against your skin as he lazily suckled at your neck. 

“Being hot,” you said bluntly, and if Stephen could blush, he would have been a deep shade of red by now.

“Is that what you thought of me?”

You nodded.

“I’m flattered,” he said. Stephen caressed your face almost too gently as he takes in your beauty. Adoration practically poured out of his skin as he looked at you and touched you so gently. “I know we just met and all, but are you sure you want to do this?”

You nodded. “If I’m not meant to exist in this world at the same time as you, then I might as well enjoy it as much as I can. The question is, will you be ok with it?”

“Every moment I spent with you burned into my memories for all eternity, darling. I’m more than ok with this,” he said before he leaned in and kissed you. He didn’t care at all if that made him sound desperate. 

He was much bolder now as when he captured your mouth. His tongue thrust into your parted lips, sliding against yours, licking and tasting every part of you until you were breathless. 

His fingers moved to the back of your head to position you however he wanted. You melted under the weight of his passion–he was practically devouring you whole. It was possessive and demanding, and you wanted more.

His hips pressed into yours, pinning you against the bed. His erection was prominent and heavy against your lower belly. You moaned into the kiss as your resolve slowly dissolved into nothingness. 

You had no idea how much he craved this. Every part of him was buzzing with excitement and needs. He was seeking solace in you–filling the void of loneliness he felt for so long. Touching you like this, kissing and tasting your skin beneath his tongue like this, touched him in a place he never thought still existed. The moment was fleeting for an immortal creature like him, yet it burned into him with a memory that’d last his lifetime.

Tearing his mouth away, Stephen kissed his way down your neck, nibbling and sucking at whatever skin his lips found. You, on the other hand, were restless and impatient as if something had taken over you. You were breathing heavily by the time his mouth wrapped around your breast.

His tongue slid over your taut nipple, licking and swirling around the sensitive nub just enough to make you moan. Your hands moved deftly on their own. Your fingers weaved into his dark, silken strand, tugging and pulling until he moaned deeply into your skin.

Stephen looked up, and you noticed how silvery his eyes were as if they were molten metal, sending goosebumps across your skin. There was something innately predatory in the way he was looking at you, yet it sparked something deeper inside you that made you want more.

You whined softly when his mouth left your breast, leaving you feeling bereft and restless, but that feeling soon dissipated into pure feral needs. 

Your eyes flew open when you felt his mouth descend upon your molten core. His tongue glided across your folds with a purpose before he pushed the tip past the slicked seam. A sharp hiss left your lips at the way the coarse hair of his beard scratched against the tender skin of your inner thigh.

Stephen moaned deep inside his chest as his tongue slid inside your quivering heat, penetrating as deep as he could before retreating back. He repeated this a couple of times until he was satisfied before he moved to flick his tongue around your sensitive clit. 

His focus was absolute and tuned into your pleasure. Your intoxicating scent permeated the air, making him high, drawing him in like some sort of his own personal kind of drug. He could feel the way your wall fluttered around his tongue, and he knew you were close to your first release. Even then he was relentless. 

He fucked you with his tongue in a shallow penetration until the quiet house filled with nothing but the sound of your moaning and panting.

He concentrated and focused on that one spot that made you strain below him, licking and sucking at the bud until you were nothing but a painting mess. It wasn’t long of course. You came not a moment after, clutching onto his head like it was your only lifeline while he continued to feast upon your body.

“Do you trust me, darling?” he asked as he slowly pulled over the edge. 

You nodded and watched as Stephen slowly slid his pants down until his cock was visible to you. You were watching of course of pure curiosity about what a vampire dick looks like. 

He was long and hard, with a perfect thickness that made your mouth water. Thick ropes of veins ran underside of the length with a promise of a pleasure that was drawn out from the inside.

Your breath shuddered as he stood between your parted legs. His eyes bored into you with that same look earlier, making you shiver and horny at the same time.

You watched as he lined the head of his cock along your aching opening. His chest was broad and oh so sculpted that you regretted not touching him earlier. If you lived to see another day, you’d make sure to let him know that. 

Your eyes continued to watch him stroke himself, making his shaft harder and thicker. 

“I can’t wait any longer,” he said softly.

“Take me,” you urged him, biting your lips, trying to dull your neediness for him. 

His hands pressed you gently before he pushed past your nether lips. The pink, fat tips breached you slowly, stretching you and filling you to the limit. Your eyes fluttered as he surged forward, hard and silken, filling you with torment and relief at the same time. 

You shivered and moaned as he pushed deeper into you, sliding through your scorching, tight heat until he buried himself to the hilt, his forehead pressed against yours. 

Each slow and tantalizing movement sent a shudder through him that he couldn’t help but offer a gentle smile, revealing the pearly white canine teeth. He looked more like a beast here than a man–the predator that he was meant to be, but his touch said otherwise.

He was careful and slow. Every time he surged forward you could feel every part of your soul ascend to heaven. You felt like you were losing your mind every time he pulled himself all the way out till the tip remained inside, making your body feel bereft and empty for his length.

You swallowed hard every time he pushed himself all the way inside you, knocking all the words right out of your mouth. Your forehead was damp despite his coolness as perspiration dampened your body.

Your hand reached up to touch his face. He was nuzzling into your touch at first, but he shocked you when he slipped your fingers into his mouth. 

You didn’t know what to say except to watch. His cheeks hallowed, sucking and drawing on your slender fingers with a steady and rhythmic suction, matching the way he was fucking your pussy with a slow, steady pump.

You gasped at the way the matching rhythm aroused you. You couldn’t think straight at that point. The way he was watching you only made you melt further into the pleasure. Nothing you ever had came this good, and you sure were losing your mind over it.

“I’m going to come,” he panted as his pace quickened. Every thrust seemed to get harder and deeper and the faster he moved, the less sane you’ve become. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His cock seemed to stroke deeper inside you. His greedy mouth tugged at your skin, building up a pleasure so intense that you came again without realizing it.

Stephen continued to move, faster this time, savoring the way your pussy was squeezing his length. Your body was like it was set on fire, yet not enough all at once as he continued to move inside you with a merciless pace that brought you both pain and pleasure. He hunched over you, caging your body to the bed, thrusting hard until he came with a deep growl.

Time felt like it was standing still as he stood there, spent inside you. At that moment you didn’t care. At that moment you were his once again.

You woke up slowly, reluctant as you lifted your head off his hard chest. You felt drained, tired, and spent, but in the most delicious way. Your body was sore and ached, yet you felt satisfied.

You opened your eyes and looked up to find his liquid, pale sapphire bored on your with tenderness. You were left breathless for a minute before you flashed him a flustered smile. Heat began to flood your face, and you felt him inhaling deeply.

Stephen felt his nerve on fire once more by the way your sweet, floral scent flooded his senses. He was deeply satisfied, yes, but the innate hunger was still there, craving deeply to taste you. He told himself though that he will wait for you to return home before he feeds again.

“Let me become like you,” you said suddenly.

He looked at you with shock. “You know I shouldn’t–”

“Stephen, listen to me. If you don’t do it now, you won’t know what will happen. What if I walked out of here and just went like that? What will you do? Wait for me, search for me for another hundred years?”

Stephen thought for a long moment, but you knew he was still unsure about this. You sighed and cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

“This is my choice, Stephen. No matter what happens, it’s all me. Do you understand?”

He didn’t speak. 

“Please,” you pleaded with him softly. 

“Are you absolutely sure about this?”

You nodded eagerly. 

Stephen stared at you for a long moment, unblinking before he slowly brought your hand up to his lips. He closed his eyes for a long moment, inhaling the way your skin smelled. He could hear the sound of your heartbeat against your chest, slowly picking up speed. You smell warm and sweet, and without much thought, he sank his fangs into your wrist.

You gasped at the sudden sharp pain at first but soon melted into something more. Stephen growled deeply at the rich, intoxicating taste of your blood. You were like everything he knew you were: sweet, floral like honey and lavender. Your thoughts swarmed inside his head like a haze, swirling and floating at the back of his consciousness.

He drank for a long moment, as your body writhed against him in agony and lust. Your blood soothed him from the inside out, calming his weary soul. 

Stephen pulled back and quickly cut open his arm with his sharp nail. His dark crimson blood poured out of the long slit and poured into your mouth. Your eyes fluttered as you drank in the way the strange, rich liquid slowly slid down your throat. Your hand blindly reached up to him as your mouth latched onto him. 

Stephen could feel your pulse slow down. He counted in his head until he heard the last faint thud of your heart as you went limp. Then he watched, licking the wound on his arm to seal the wound, and he began counting.

Your eyes flew open, your skin hard and cool just like his. You stared at him and he at you. He was the first to reach out and you melted into his touch just like before. Centuries of memories flooded inside your mind–memories of many lifetimes played before you. 

Blood rolled down your cheeks as the warmth flooded your unbeaten heart. This was his memories of you–what remained of you for all these times.

“You won’t have to be alone anymore, Stephen. I will be with you for eternity,” you said softly before pulling him down for an assuring kiss. Indeed you’d be with him for eternity.

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[getlostsquidward]

messed up kind of love

pairing: sinister strange x reader; doctor strange x reader

summary: whenever stephen comes back from his dream walking with that faraway aggravated look in his eyes that indicates he had once again failed, your heart breaks a little each time.

warnings: 18+, smut, implied corrupted!reader, memory manipulation, hurt/comfort, light angst, p in v sex, breeding k!nk, creampie

Whenever Stephen comes back from his dream walking with that faraway aggravated look in his eyes that indicates he had once again failed, your heart breaks a little each time.

You’d offer to take him to another universe to search for Christine, but it only resulted in meeting more of him which infuriated him even more. He may not say it out loud but you know he hates you for opening that reality to him, the reality that maybe there was a variant of him that got what he wanted for himself–and so it resulted in him taking revenge in every single one.

Your heart breaks for him, partly for all the universes that had lost their Stephen—but mostly for you.

You may as well be living in one of them, seeing that he's almost always away. His body may be here, but his mind and his spirit were always chasing something that was already gone.

In a sense, you're no different from him. Chasing someone that's hellbent on chasing another. But you've had enough, and eventually, the tiny cracks form one huge rupture.

You weren't seen—you're quite literally the only and last person he has in this universe and yet...and yet he couldn't see you. He is still so absorbed in his conquest to get Christine back that he overlooks the person standing with him side-by-side all this time.

He couldn't see you, blinded by his love obsession, or he just…chooses not to see you. Either way, you're tired of wasting your breath for the man who wouldn't waste one look at you.

You love him, and you will always love Stephen, but you won't waste your time waiting for your universe to completely collapse unhappy. If he gets to wander around the multiverse to search for his happiness, then it's time for you to find yours, too.

He's gone off dream walking again – and you take this opportunity to do it as well. Before you cast the spell, you walked towards his levitating figure and carved his features into your memory one last time. You caressed his sharp cheekbones and pressed a kiss on the corner of his lips. “Goodbye, Stephen.”

Multiple red orbs float in the air, different universes right in your palm. It didn’t take you too long to choose what universe to march into. There was only one of you in the whole multiverse, so it would not be hard to present yourself as a person already existing in that universe.

It was a foolproof plan, and there’s nothing that can stop you.

//

Stephen goes back to his body, sighing as he fails once again, but at least there's one less of him in the multiverse.

As he was about to close the Darkhold, he felt something was off. He stayed still for a minute, trying to sense if there was an intruder, but he couldn't feel a presence.

Not even yours.

Bringing the book with him, he searched the Sanctum, even the deserted streets…but you were nowhere to be found.

If you're not here, then where have you possibly gone?

Frantically, Stephen used the Book of the Damned to search for you. It may have been days or weeks, even months, and he's growing worried every second that passes. He was not used to your absence, it makes him feel incomplete. 

So when he finally found you, only to see you cozying up with another one of him, has him feeling betrayed.

But there was something different as he watched you. Different in him, and you. The look on your face is much brighter, the way you seem happier than you have been the entire time that you were with him. 

It made Stephen think back to the way he's taken you for granted. He can't blame you for leaving—but he wants you back. He wants you to look at him the way you look at the Doctor, he wants you to want only him and nobody else.

So he pins the blame on his unsuspecting variant, possessing his body in return with hopes to coax you to come back home.

If worse comes to worst, then he will have to do what he does best to his variants—eliminate them.

//

Pretending to be curious about magic, then slowly making your way up to becoming a sorcerer, and ultimately, being one of the Masters of Mystic Arts was an easy feat considering that you were already one, aside from the fact that you were mentored by the former Sorcerer Supreme himself in your own universe.

The words about the new gifted sorceress have easily reached Doctor Strange's attention, so you were delighted when he accepted the proposition to be your mentor. The two of you quickly formed a bond beyond the mentor/mentee relationship. He had once remarked about how you had come to know him so well despite knowing each other for a short amount of time.

Hearing that made your heart skip a beat, memories with the darker Stephen flashing in your mind. You can't help but remember him with every little thing the Doctor does. 

They're almost the same, after all.

The more you feel pleased with your plan going smoothly, the more it feels…wrong. Stephen's bright cerulean irises should be greyish and dull and dark. His neatly trimmed goatee should be grown, scruffy, and unkempt.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“You,” with a straight face, you responded. Stephen doesn't seem fazed by your answer as he stands beside you, overlooking the ever-busy streets of New York from the rooftop of the Sanctum, the bright lights of the moving cars and surrounding buildings illuminating the area.

“Don't tell me you've fallen in love with me, Y/N,” his sarcastic remark came along with a sly grin you hate and love at the same time.

“Silly. I've always been in love with you.”

His eyes averted yours, going back to people watching as he stayed silent. You did the same. “This universe is truly beautiful, isn't it? It was probably the same as ours, but I've forgotten how it used to look.” In your peripheral vision, you see Stephen turning to you, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“You don't have to pretend anymore. I know it's you, my Stephen. I know it was you all along.”

He didn't seem surprised, instead looking proudly at you. You're not sure if it was due to the night sky, but his eyes are much darker than you've ever seen them.

Now, this…this feels right.

“My darling, you know me so well…” he takes your hand in his, bringing them to his lips. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have treated you less than what you deserve. If you wish to stay here, I will gladly take over this body.”

“I would like to stay here very much,” you say truthfully. But you also know what would happen if he stayed dream walking for too long, and you don't want that. “But let this universe be, Stephen. I want to be with you in our universe, with only the two of us.”

He tilted your chin up, his thumb ghosting over your lower lip. Stephen swore to do anything you want, so as to make up for all the times he failed to look after you. He brought his lips to yours, little jealousy rearing its head as he realized that he might be the one kissing you, but it was not his body. He pulls away, smirking at the dazed look in your eyes, your parted and swollen lips tugging on a smile making him feel complete. You're his—your smile, your lips, and everything. It always has been, but he was too preoccupied to notice. Now, he's prepared to give you the whole multiverse.

A star-shaped portal opens, the familiar grey skies calling you from the other side. Standing on your tippy toes, you press a kiss on his head. He nodded, understanding that it was meant for this universe's Stephen. You might have spent a little time with him before Stephen took over, but it was enough to know that he's a good man. Your entire existence in this universe will cause a disorder, so before as soon as Stephen lets go of his body, you uttered a quick memory erasing incantation, hopeful that his life restarts to the day before he met you.

//

The cool breeze in the Sanctum made your skin crawl with excitement. You're back home.

You let your fingertips skim the piano keys, remembering how he played for you. Stephen wraps his arm around your waist, his face nuzzling your neck. You made room for his kisses as his hands undo your robes.

There's no such thing as too soon letting your carnal desires consume you. He wants you, and you want him. Now.

He peppers kisses across your shoulder, his large calloused hands wandering on your skin. Impatient as he is, he removed his robes with a flick of a finger, wanting to feel your skin against his. 

You grind your ass against his hips, feeling his cock grow harder with every movement. Stephen bends you over the piano, settling himself between your legs. He teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, letting your slick coat him.

Groans of pleasure echoed in the room as your hips met. Stephen began a slow pace of thrusting into you, your head throwing back with how good you feel with him filling your cunt up.

“Gonna fill you up, darling. Gonna put a baby in you.” His thrusts went faster as he got closer to release. Stephen pulled you impossibly closer to him, his hands pressing on your bulge forming on your belly. “Do you feel that, princess?”

Strings of moans escape your lips as you feel your walls tightening around him, your pent-up desire finally spilling over the edge. Stephen follows soon after, not able to last much longer with how your pussy milks his cock.

He pulls back a bit, eyes drawn to the way his cum drips down your inner thigh. He uses his cock to scoop them, slamming his length back to your aching cunt.

All you can do is whimper as he makes you his over and over again, pumping you full of his cum. “You're mine, darling. No other version of me can fuck you like I do. Remember that.”

You couldn't care less about the way he got rougher while reminding you who you belong to. You couldn't care less about his possessiveness and his stark difference from the other Stephen you met—you prefer your man sinister anyway.

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[brunchable]

MASTER LIST

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Mini Series

All I Ask - Part I - Part II - Part III Devotion or Delusion - Part I - Part II - Part III Can't Love You in the Dark - Part I - Part II - Part III Into The Looking Glass - Part I - Part II A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be

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I'd Choose You, No Other Way, Glimpse of Us, To Be Close To You, Till There Was You, My Girl HALLOWEEN SPECIALS

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[ironstrange1991]

Strange Love Series Masterlist

Do not copy, translate or repost my work anywhere. +18 Blog MINORS DNI

Warnings: Kidnapping, Mentions of abuse and traumas, Mentions of blood and wounds, Infidelity, Explicit violence, Explicit sexual content. (Specific warnings will be posted in each chapter)

Series Synopsis: After catastrophic events the reader starts an unlikely romance with the Doctor Strange himself, but the peace is interrupted by an evil that threatens not only her world, but the entire multiverse leading y/n to make somewhat strange alliances.

CHAPTER ONE (Slight smut)

After Escape from the traumas of the past, the reader finds shelter in Stark Tower and begins a new life that is threatened with the arrival of a visitor from another universe.

CHAPTER TWO (Angst)

The reader makes a disconcerting discovery about her feelings and at the same time tries to deal with Strange's obsession with her which inevitably leads to catastrophe.

CHAPTER THREE (Angst)

Tony is concerned about the state of Y/N and decides to ask Doctor Strange for help. Gradually, something more than friendship begins to sprout from the relationship between the two.

CHAPTER FOUR (Smut)

Y/n begins to understand that perhaps the only way to get over Doctor Strange's death is to surrender to the passion she feels for Stephen.

CHAPTER FIVE (Slight smut)

When planning a new mission, Y/n ends up getting into a confrontation with one of the Avengers. Meanwhile, Stephen tries to convince her that she needs to learn more about her powers before using them in battle.

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[iamsherlocked1479]

Kinktober: Day Two, Tittfucking

Doctor Stephen Strange x fem Reader

Okay we're onto day two! its not piticually long because with these fics i've gone really for quality of fic than quantity so hope you enjoy :)

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Another pointless day was coming to an end in the sanctum, you had things to do, it's not like you were held against your will. It's just that without him everything just seemed pointless, the him in question was Doctor Stephen Strange, master of the mystic arts. You had somehow managed to chip away at what people assumed was the heartless self loving man. When in reality Stephen was one of the most caring people you knew. But the main thing you loved about him was the way he treated your body, to say he worshipped it was an understatement. Which is what made the long periods of time he was away on mission so difficult.

Which is why as soon as you heard the sounds of his boots echoing through the halls as he stepped from his portal, you practically threw yourself down the stairs and into his arms. He stumbled backwards slightly as he littered your face with kisses. He wasted no time in creating a portal into your bedroom.

“Shit” he mumbled through his kisses as he kicked off his clothes “Been thinking about you the whole time I was away.” he trailed his mouth down to the crook of your neck where he left marks and more kisses flicking one hand to instantly remove your clothes. His hand trailed to your soaking core.

“Wait, you paused

“What's wrong?” he asked, you’ve never refused his touch

You’ve been away so long, i thought i’d take a look through the red list.” he smiled at your words,

When you first began dating, you and Stephen wrote down a list of sexual fantasies you had always wanted to do and vowed to complete them only with each other. And so you found yourself scanning through it, finding something to treat him with when he came home, and your eyes had lit up at your selection. Tit-fucking, stephen loved your boobs so this wasn’t really a supprie, but you knew it would benefit you, your tits had always been sensitive to touch.

“I’m not going to say no to that, what do you have in mind?” he smirked eagerly as you lowered to your knees and pulled down his pants the rest of the way.

“You’ll see.” you smiled 

“What do you- shit” he hissed as you licked a striped up his veiny cock before placing the tip of him in your mouth you pulled it out with a pop smile at the way his whole body clenched. You pumped him in your hands as you spoke

“I know how much you like my tits.”

“Yeah” he sighed and bit his lip at the sensation of your hands running up and down him

“Why don’t you fuck them for me?” you looked up at him with your puppy dog eyes and he just couldn't refuse. He helped you kneel in a comfortable position that allowed you to squeeze your tits around his thick cock, they just about got around it. You began moving your tits up and down his length, moaning as the sensation sent tingles right down to your core, your nipples hardened and his cock twitched.

“Fuck thats it good girl show me how good it feels to have you tits around my cock, god feels good to me.” he grabbed onto your shoulders for support. You hummed in agreement and picked up the pace a little, you could tell he was already close.

“Shit, yes just like that baby, his grip tightened and he began to instinctively thrust his hips up as he grew closer. His cock was now painfully hard as you held your toits together as he fucked into them.

“You gonna cover them in your cum? Can you do that for me?” you asked as you watched the sweat begin to bead at his brow

“Fuck yes wanna cover them, wanna make them mine shit” he groaned and with one last thrust he came spewing thick ropes onto your chest, he thrusted frantically for a while releasing his load. “Haven’t cum since i left, was-shit- was saving it all for you. He panted as you stood up in front of him and kissed him passionately. He used his magic to summon a cloth to wipe your chest clean. He took your hand and led you to his bed. “And now it’s your turn.” he pushed you onto the bed with a giggle.

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[pinkthick]

AYYY WE GOT DOCTOR STRANGE SUPREME COMING BACK ON 22 DECEMBER

My man is back🤞

(Finally got back some motivation to write something with Stephen because of this)

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[lokidokieokie]

Shattered Sanctum

Summary: After Y/n embraces darkness and their love turns to bitter enmity, Stephen Strange must confront and defeat her to protect the world, sacrificing their past love in the process.

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Villain!Ex!Reader

Warning(s): angst, violence, no happy ending, lovers to enemies

Inspiration: I was listening to the radio and Taylor Swift's Bad Blood came on...then this was born!

The Sanctum Sanctorum, once a bastion of unity and protection, now lay in ruins. The magical energy that once pulsed through its walls had dissipated, replaced by a heavy atmosphere of betrayal and resentment. Stephen stood amidst the wreckage, his eyes filled with anguish and regret.

The one he had loved, the woman who had held his heart, now stood before him as his bitter enemy. Y/n, a powerful sorceress in her own right, had chosen a path of darkness, forsaking the love they had once shared. The pain of their separation had carved deep wounds in Stephen's soul, wounds that bled anew every time he gazed upon her.

As they faced each other in the shattered sanctum, the weight of their broken bond hung heavily in the air. Stephen's voice was laden with sorrow as he spoke, his words echoing with a mix of longing and anger. "You know, we used to be madly in love, Y/n. We were unstoppable together. What happened to us?"

Y/n's eyes flickered with a mix of emotions—defiance, regret, and a flicker of the love that once burned between them. "Love wasn't enough, Stephen. Power, ambition, and destiny called to me. I couldn't ignore it any longer. You were holding me back."

Her words struck him like a dagger to the heart, and for a moment, the pain shone through his eyes. He took a step closer, his voice pleading, "I never wanted to hold you back. I wanted us to be equals, to explore the mystic arts together. But you chose a different path—a path drenched in darkness."

A cruel smile tugged at Y/n's lips as she circled him, her tone filled with mocking amusement. "Darkness, light, it's all the same in the end, isn't it? You were always so naive, Stephen, so confined by your own self-righteousness. I embraced my true potential, and now, I am more powerful than ever."

Stephen's eyes narrowed, his resolve hardening. The love he once felt now turned to a resolute determination to protect the world from the consequences of Y/n's fall. "If you won't turn away from this path, then I will stop you, by any means necessary. The world needs the Sorcerer Supreme, not a tyrant consumed by her own desires."

Y/n's laughter echoed through the ruined halls, a haunting sound that sent shivers down Stephen's spine. "Oh, Stephen, how blind you are. You think you can stop me? I have mastered dark arts that would make your blood run cold. You are no match for me."

In an instant, Y/n unleashed a powerful blast of dark magic toward Stephen. He reacted swiftly, conjuring a shield of mystical energy to deflect the attack. Their battle began in earnest, spells clashing and mystical energies intertwining in a deadly dance.

As they fought, the memories of their shared past echoed in Stephen's mind. The moments of tenderness, the nights spent exploring ancient texts side by side, the promises of forever. They were a distant echo now, drowned out by the bitterness of their present reality.

Hours turned into moments, and moments turned into eternity as their powers clashed and intertwined. Stephen fought with every ounce of his being, fueled by a mix of heartbreak and the determination to protect the world from her wrath. He knew he couldn't hold back anymore; he had to defeat her, even if it meant sacrificing the love they once had.

In the end, it was a combination of skill, strategy, and the remnants of love that brought him victory. Y/n lay defeated on the ground, her eyes filled with a mix of defeat and something akin to regret. Stephen, bloodied and battered, stood over her, his expression a mask of both triumph and heartbreak.

He knelt beside her, his voice a whisper filled with pain. "I didn't want it to come to this, Y/n. But I couldn't let your darkness consume the world. I hope one day you find your way back to the light."

A/N and that's a wrap for this one...lemme know what you think

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[stevesbanana]

I just got one question🙋🏻‍♀️

How did Christine not jump and put her ass in those magic hands of his🤨

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[geeky-politics-46]

What do you think are some of the Strange variants innocent turn ons? Like, just everyday things the reader might do that is super mundane but gets them going?

Ooo good question! All our boys are definitely different here...

Our main MCU Doctor Strange loves the two distinct sides you have and both drive him crazy.

There's something about watching you train and spar that gets him going to almost an embarrassing degree.

Watching you train with Nat or at Kamar-Taj with another sorcerer is one thing, but it's when you manage to body slam Bucky or take down a guy twice your size that really gets his blood thumping.

The other side of you he finds stupidly sexy is your stay at home lazy side.

You are just too cute when you stay in your comfy pj's or oversize sweats all day and your hair is all messy.

He feels like he could just sneak off and have his way with you and no one would be the wiser.

He also knows you usually don't wear a bra on those days and it's hard not to take advantage of the easy accessibility of your breasts.

Defender Strange has a little bit of a hidden housewife kink, so he gets turned on when he finds you doing anything domestic.

His job is so insane that finding you cooking dinner or folding laundry, giving him a peek at what a simple life with you would be feels almost taboo.

He will just sit and watch you do little things around the Sanctum until he can't stand it anymore.

You don't have to be in a cute little dress or anything, although that would drive him even crazier for you, he just loves that you want to take care of him.

He also can't resist when he comes to bed to find you wrapped up in reading a book or watching something with your glasses on.

You never wear them much during the day, but you look so cute and sexy in them. Like you wear them just for him.

Supreme Strange loves watching you while you work or study.

Specifically he loves how you always put the end of your pen either in your mouth or tap it against your lips when you are concentrating.

It conjures up far dirtier images in his mind and he automatically wants to recreate them in real life.

He also loves seeing you in your element, confident in yourself and in charge.

He's not a sub by any means, but watching you work and give others directions makes him so proud that you are his.

He likes the idea of taking you and marking you as his, then letting you go right back into your work knowing no one can say anything about it.

Once he realizes he has fallen for you, everything you do gets Sinister Strange going.

He has been there alone for so long, and not felt these positive emotions in even longer, so just having you want to be there with him is enough.

One thing you do that makes him want to take you wherever you are is when you get silly and try to get him to indulge in it too.

Whether it's randomly finding you dancing and singing somewhere in the Sanctum or making up random games to play.

One thing in particular that really gets him going is when you laugh and your nose will get all scrunched up.

It takes all his self control not to just start kissing you, starting with the tip of your scrunched up nose and once he starts he knows there is no stopping until the next morning.

He is also the king of morning sex.

Just having you wake up in his arms, knowing you trust him so much, immediately gets him going.

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