#stephen strange x daughter reader

[theseawakes]

This Is Me Trying (Doctor Strange x teen!reader)

summary: you received your report cards with bad results and you don't want your dad finding out about it.

warnings: hurt/comfort, bad grades, mint choco (?), strange is a good dad (lmk if I missed anything)

a/n: this is definitely not a self indulgent fic i projected myself onto.

You slammed your door shut before sliding against it, bringing your knees close to your chest. Heaving out your breath, you pull your report cards to your lap after crossing your legs, looking at them with sorrow in your eyes. You're not sure why you're sad and upset when you should've seen it coming the moment your teacher looked down at you with a frown on her face.

"Your grades dropped." You blanked at your teacher's statement, processing the information.

"Oh," you breathed out after a beat.

"Almost falling, hun." A sigh escaped the lady's lips, she clasped her hands in front of her on the desk. "What's gotten into you, Y/N? You were a bright kid. Gifted even. I don't want your potential to go wasted just like that. You could go to one of the best universities –"

The rest of it was blurry. You couldn't focus on your teacher's lecture as your head felt like being in a giant ringing bell. You cautiously re-read the cards in your hand. It was littered with C's, a few B's, and a D. If you could wish for a miracle, you'd wish you could change them before your father sees it. You ran your hands through your hair roughly, dropping the papers as a result.

Being enrolled in a widely known school filled with future geniuses has its perks. Especially when you were a child of two famous surgeons. Expectations were a friend you made inside your mother's womb and they'll follow you until your dying days. Then your dad became the sorcerer supreme, and then the universe was at stake, and then you got blipped, and when you came back your mother was presumed dead. It all happened in a blitz. All of a sudden, you're living in a new era, and people are adjusting. You are adjusting. Yet you never quite remember when does adjusting felt this hard.

You were great. Oh boy, were you great. You were always at the top of your class– at least in the big 3. A good friend and student. The perfect child. Your parents didn't force you into being one, no, it just happened. Since the first time you got first place in your kindergarten and people praised you, you felt the need to keep it up. You were so ahead of the curve that it became a sphere, and now you ended up falling behind your classmates. Focusing was hard, the tests were hard, and you barely even made any friends after going back to school after the blip. Plus, you've been taking mystical arts lessons from your dad. You were too busy trying to clean your rusty wheels.

A gentle knock pushed you out of your thoughts. "Kid, you're in there?" Your father's voice broke in.

"Yeah," you answered. When did your voice become so hoarse? You didn't even notice tears rolling down your cheek, which you quickly wiped before opening your door that reveals Stephen Strange leaning on the doorway. "What's up, dad?"

Stephen furrowed his eyebrows. "Are you okay? Were you… crying? What happened?"

You mentally cursed yourself. He doesn't know about it yet. Your dad asked if you wanted him to come with you to take your report cards, but you denied it and said you'll be fine. Thankfully, he wasn't stubborn like he always was on accompanying you and said he'd go to the store instead and hadn't returned yet when you got to the sanctum.

You shook your head. "Nope, why would I be?"

The former sorcerer supreme peeked through your figure that blocked the door and saw papers on the floor. "Is that your report cards? How was it?"

Before he could go on more, you closed the door behind you. "It's, uh, nothing you should worry about." You offered him a tight smile.

"Are you sure?"

"Yep. I'm fine. So, could you please go somewhere else? I gotta do something."

"You sure you're alright?" Your father asked once again, only having you push him away from your room in response.

"Yeah, yeah, totally."

Anyone could've been fooled by your smile and words, but Stephen was your father, he knew something was wrong with you. So he opens his mouth to speak again. "No, there's something wrong, I know there is. You sure you don't wanna talk about it?"

"I'm sure, dad. A hundred percent sure." You emphasized every word in the last sentence.

"Really? You know you can tell me the truth. Was it your report cards?"

"No, dad, I'm fine! Just go, do you hear me? I don't wanna see you now! Just– just leave me alone… please." You didn't realize you had been screaming until you saw the surprised look on Stephen's face. Retreating to your room, more tears stained your eyes as you left your father frozen in his place.

Pacing in his chamber, the sorcerer's mind traveled to exactly an hour ago when he had a little argument with you. It's no lie that he's worried about you judging by the look on his face. His parental instinct wanted to knock on your door again and make you feel better like any parent would, but he decided to give you space, no matter how worried he was.

After the death of your mother, who won child custody back then, you immediately got swooped under Stephen's wings. It wasn't hard to warm up to him since you already spent time together often before the car accident he had which led him to protect the world. You even met Christie Palmer, your father's lover back then. You went through the grief of losing your mother with him. Though through the grief he did, he no longer loved your mom as much as you do, but you don't blame him for that.

On the other side of his door, there stands you with clammy hands gripping a sheet of paper with your grades written on it. You didn't think it would be a good idea to tell Stephen about your report cards. He, like any other, probably would just be disappointed in you. But you don't like lying to your dad, especially when he's the only person you have left (aside from Wong, whom you had been getting closer to). You couldn't stay mad at him, and you had no right to say things that could hurt him. Mustering up your courage, you brought a hand to knock on the door.

Stephen opened his door right before you knocked on it. "Y/N?" he asked softly.

You pulled your hand back to your side. "Dad," was your reply. Neither of you said anything, just eyes looking fondly into one another's. "I, uh… I'm sorry for yelling at you… and lying to you," you said thoughtfully even though you were holding back tears. Pushing the papers to his hands, you continued, "you were right, it was my report cards. It turns out that I almost failed this semester." You watched Stephen read the paper in his hand, not even changing his expression in the slightest. This made you bite your lip out of habit. "But don't worry! I passed! I just… I wasn't on top of my class, far behind, actually. I know you're disappointed –"

"Who said that I was?" Stephen cuts you.

A sigh escaped your lips. "No one. I thought you would be since anyone else is." That's the truth. You could see that your teacher was disappointed in you, and the look on your classmates' faces just screams disappointment.

"Kid, you could never disappoint me," Stephen exclaimed, a small yet visible smile on his face. "Adapting to a new life isn't an easy task. I know everything seems to go so fast, believe me, I've been there. Yet you're able to survive to this day. Not everyone could, y'know."

You lowered your head, averting your gaze to the floor so that your dad won't see your tears. "I'm trying. All I want is to get my old self back. To be a bright kid again so that I could make you proud."

Stephen frowned when he heard your confession. His large, gentle arms pulled you into a side embrace. You cried silently against his chest, a hand covering your eyes whilst another was around your abdomen. To say Stephen Strange was an affectionate person was something arguable, but there's no denying that he loves his child to bits and won't stop reminding them of it.

"You'll forever make me proud, little star. Don't forget that." A kiss was planted on the crown of your head. "I'm sorry I was being persistent as well before. I should've let you tell me when you're ready."

You rolled your eyes. "You being persistent is something new?"

The sorcerer chuckled shortly. He pats your back as you wipe your tears, smiling alongside him when you break the hug. "Since you know I am persistent. Let's go to our favorite ice cream parlor." Stephen puts an arm around your shoulders and drags you along to the front door.

You narrowed your eyebrows. "Why would you need to be persistent to ask me to go eat an ice cream?"

"Because you, child, are my offspring," said your dad, opening the front door and bowing mockingly. "After you."

Playing along, you bowed back, earning a smile from the man who soon placed his arm around your shoulders again, walking with you instead of dragging you this time. "What flavor shall we get today, my child?"

"I do not possess the knowledge, dear father. What do you think we shall taste today?"

Stephen hummed. "How about mint choco?"

You snorted. "You mean the toothpaste?"

"Hey, it's good!"

"What's good about eating toothpaste?"

"Don't act like you've never eaten toothpaste before."

"Well, it's not like I did it on purpose!"

"Oh, you will."

"What do you mean I will?" Your question was met with a smirk. "Dad, what does it mean?"

"The last one who arrives at the parlor gets to eat toothpaste on purpose!" He quickly says before running through the street.

"Hey! Wait for me!" Wasting no other second, you zoom toward where your dad is headed.

"Enjoying the toothpaste?"

Stephen turned around to see you raising your eyebrows while licking your favorite ice cream. "No thanks to you." He glared at you as you happily took the seat next to him. His nose scrunched when he took another bite of his ice cream. "This thing actually tastes like toothpaste." A sigh of defeat was exhaled by the former sorcerer supreme.

You punched the air in victory. "And the winner goes to… drumroll please," you cued your father who lazily starts to drum on the handrest. "Y/N Strange!"

Your dad ruffled your hair, causing you to protest for ruining it. Stephen couldn't help but smile at one particular memory that flashed through his head. A memory of you two sitting on the same bench, eating the same ice cream from the same parlor years ago. He realized that it has been quite some time since the last time the two of you did something like this. The last time you were just a kid, barely even a teen. When did you start growing up so fast?

"Thank you, dad." Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "For being proud of me, for cheering me up, especially for letting me win."

Your smug smile was being returned with a poke on your stomach. Stephen only laughed when you scooted away from him a bit. Nevertheless, you scooted back after feeling he won't tickle you entirely.

"Anything for my dearest demon child."

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[multifandomrandomgirl]

"Bring my Daughter back." - Doctor Strange x Daughter!reader

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“Please-”

“No, Y/N. How many times have I said no?” My father rolls his eyes, putting his mug of coffee back down on the table.

“Why not?” I pout, trying to guilt-trip him into letting me have my own way. I desperately wanted to train in the Sanctum just like he had, but he kept claiming that it was ‘too dangerous’ and that he didn’t want me to get hurt.

“You know perfectly well why I don’t want you to train in the Sanctum. I don’t think it’s necessary that I tell you again, I don’t want you to do something stupid and get hurt.” My dad sighs, putting his hand on my shoulder.

I slump down in disappointment, I knew he’d reject my wishes again. I try my pout again, followed by the puppy eyes, hoping that somewhere, I could pull at my father’s heart enough to make him change his mind.

“Don’t pull that on me, it won’t work.” Dad gave me the warning glare, I slumped further down into my chair. Suddenly, an idea sparked in my brain, if my Dad wouldn’t let me join the Sanctum and practice magic, there was always another option.

I leapt out of my chair, startling my dad as I went, I headed for the door so that I could exit.

“Y/N, where are you going?” He shouts after me, the realisation hit him in the face. “Don’t you even think about it young lady, do not go and ask him if you can join! Get back here!”

“What is she asking who?” I ran face-first into the answer to all my problems, Wong.

“Wong! My favourite human ever! My best friend, light of my life and all that. I need a favour.” I grin up at him, puppy eyes at the ready as Wong always falls for them.

“Wong, stay strong. Don’t listen to her, don’t fall for her eyes. Ignore her, please Wong. Do not listen to a word that comes from her mouth.” My dad pleads, it was his turn to use the puppy dog eyes on Wong this time.

“What is it you require me to help with, Y/N?” Wong rolls his eyes at my dad.

“We-ell, a certain father of mine won’t let me train to be a sorcerer in the sanctum, so I was wondering, please, if you’d let me train. Please, and thank you.” I give Wong a little bow of respect as he’s the Sorcerer Supreme, and then I pull my puppy eyes out on the man.

Wong’s face wrangles in pain, it was evident that my puppy eyes were working on him, so I pout at him as well, the pain growing stronger and stronger on his face. Dad glared at him, Wong turned away in an attempt to block out the guilt-tripping I was doing.

“Come on, be strong, block her out.” My dad encourages, smiling at the Sorcerer Supreme gently. My dad continues to encourage him, trying to distract him from me and my pleas to be taught sorcery. 

“Strange, her begging is too powerful, I can’t say no to her. Look at her for crying out loud, how the hell am I supposed to say no to your daughter? Look how sweet she is, is she crying? Y/N?” Wong swivels around, ignoring the disappointed sigh that my dad let out from behind him.

I look up at Wong, the fake tears pool at the base of my eyelids, Wong’s hardened expression melts at the sight of me, he immediately pulls me into a hug.

“Shh, Y/N, it’s okay. I’m sorry that your father is so set on keeping you away from sorcery, you’d make a fine sorcerer. You really would.” Wong tries to comfort me.

“Wong, she’s trying to guilt-trip you.” My father warns, Wong waves him off and opens a portal.

“It would be my honour to teach you.” Wong says, walking the both of us through the portal, beginning to close it off.

“Bring my daughter back here now, don’t you dare close that portal Wong, bring her back now!” My father yells, the portal closes and Wong smiles.

“Thank you, and sorry for guilt-tripping you.” I grin at the Sorcerer Supreme, he shakes his head fondly.

“You know, I would have taught you either way.”

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[slightly-smarter-nat]

The Sorcerer’s Daughter || Stephen Strange

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Pairing: Stephen Strange x Christine Palmer x daughter reader

Warnings: N/A. If I have missed any warnings, please let me know.

Word Count: 1330 words.

Summary: Strange is eager to teach his young Daughter the power of a Sorcerer, but his Wife isn’t as enthusiastic.

A/N: I’m currently in a MoM mindset. The fic is based on a potential (AU) reality where Stephen and Christine are married and have a daughter- age of reader is about 5 or 6.

Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform), copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3.

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GIF not mine

The Sorcerer’s Daughter: Stephen Strange-

“Stephen, what have I told you about playing with magic portals with y/n”, Christine scolded her Husband.

“Oh come now Christine, it’s not like I don’t know what I am doing, besides she loves it” Stephen kneels down to your level to help adjust the sling-ring on your fingers; closing the portal he just opened for you in the process.

“I am quite aware that you know what you are doing, but when it comes to our daughter and magic, I urge you to take more caution. You know it can be dangerous. Any portal, to any dimension can open-“ Stephen interrupts Christine.

“Honey, we are only practicing, and besides she isn’t the one opening the portals. She doesn’t even know how to yet” Stephen attempts to reassure his Wife, walking over to her to gently grab the side of her arms.

She releases a sigh, “I know you want to show her that part of your life, but she’s still so young. Anything could happen to her Stephen, yes it’s magic and she’ll love it but it is still extremely dangerous to expose her to that so young” She places her hands over Stephen’s arms.

Stephen pulls Christine into a hug, “I know, and I am sorry, I just want her to appreciate her potential future as a Sorcerer,” Christine clears her throat, “Or a Doctor”.

“Better,” Christine remarks, causing Stephen to laugh as she buries her face into his neck.

During their heartfelt conversation, you were admiring your Father’s sling-ring, holding your hand out in front of you, mimicking your Father’s actions as you’ve seen so many times before.

You pull your arm back into yourself, wondering why the magic portal wasn’t opening. After a few seconds of pondering you remember the combination needed to summon a portal.

You stick out your sling-ring wearing hand, placing the correct fingers up. You then begin to use your other hand and draw wide circles… nothing happens. With a little huff, you try again… still nothing.

Tears flood your eyes, frustration getting the better of you. You throw your hands down by your side, suddenly seeing a golden spark form in front of you.

You stare at the space it once was, you flap your hands up and down again, and two more sparks form and disappear.

A smile graces your face, eagerly resuming your ‘Sorcerer position’, you concentrate as much as you can in the spot in front of you. Desperate to make a portal appear.

You stand firm as you move your hand in a wide circle- continuously, for several seconds. Many sparks form, creating a large circular shape in front of you.

You carry on until the portal successfully forms in front of you, causing you to let out a curious ‘ooooh’.

The scene in front of you is majestic, a grand staircase leading up to a mystical window. You start to walk towards it.

Christine finally lifts her head, noticing a glow casting around the room, “Um, Stephen, I thought y/n couldn’t conjure a portal?”

“She can’t…why?” Christine turns Stephen around, both witnessing as you stroll through the portal, it closes shortly after.

“No, no, no, why did you just let her go through?” Stephen questions Christine.

“I was just so shocked that she did it, plus you were there too you could have stopped her!” Stephen walks forward searching the area you were occupying.

“It’s okay though, you can just get her back, hop to it Mr Sorcerer.” Christine laughs, failing to spot Stephen’s frantic search across the floor.

“On a scale of one to ten, how mad would you be if I said I can’t bring her back?” Stephen continues his search.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Christine questions worriedly.

“Well, she may or may not have taken my sling-ring with her, not a huge problem, except I kind of need it to conjure a portal so yeah back to that question of you being mad,” Stephen casts his glance at Christine, wincing at the face she is displaying- murderous.

“Stephen Vincent Strange, I swear if you don’t bring our daughter back this instant, I will-“ Christine’s threat was interrupted by a portal opening in their Living Room.

Stephen rushes in front of Christine, shielding her from a potential intruder.

His whole demeanour relaxes when he sees Wong emerging from the portal, with you in hand.

“Mommy!” You shout, running over to Christine.

“Awww my darling, you’re okay!” She grabs you and picks you up into a hug, holding you tight.

“I believe this is yours Strange!” Wong shoves Stephen’s sling-ring into his hand.

“Wong, cheery as always-“ Wong sends Stephen a glare at his remark.

“Cheery? Have you failed to notice the condition I am in?!” Stephen casts a glance over Wong’s form, noticing he is soaked, and covered in a gel-like substance.

“Oh yeah, I just thought you were going for a new look, by the way watch where you step, Christine will have your head if you get any of that on the carpet”.

Wong shakes his head in disbelief, “You aren’t even curious at why I am covered in this slime?!”

“I am actually, but more so wondering how you found y/n” Christine asks.

“Well, let me enlighten you. I was doing my rounds of the Sanctum, you know, maintaining the order. When I sensed another presence inside. I ran to the staircase when I saw y/n enter through a portal. I started to make my way to her when she opened up another portal. Before I could act our old friend Gargantos made his appearance into the Sanctum-“

“Wait, Gargantos? As in that huge one eyed, tentacle monster we had to fight years ago?” Stephen asks.

“Yes, that one exactly! Anyway, I attempted to fight it off, trying to protect y/n and the sanctum when it pinned me to the floor with one of its tentacles. I thought I was done for when your daughter opened and closed a portal right through the monster, causing it to slice in half” Wong lets out exasperatedly.

“Well that’s a good thing isn’t it, my daughter saved your life, bragging rights for me achieved” Stephen smiles at Christine who glares at him in response.

“No, it is not good, the Sanctum is now housing half a squid monster, along with its brains smeared along the walls, and your daughter has Sorcerer magic.”

“How is that part bad?” Stephen questions.

“Well now it isn't just you I need to monitor for things going wrong, I bet she has inherited the ‘trouble gene’ from your side.”

Stephen puts a hand on his chest, mocking a hurt expression.

“Well she certainly got the smart gene from my side, isn’t that right my little Sorcerer.” Christine addresses you, as you smile with pride.

“You’ve changed your tune.” Stephen muses.

“I wouldn’t be so cocky, you’ve got a Sanctum to clean.” Christine remarks.

“Oh no, I am no longer the Sorcerer Supreme, it’s no longer in my job description to clean up in the Sanctum.” Stephen says in defence.

“Well if you don’t go and help Wong clean up, next time y/n goes to cover your Levitating Cloak in glitter, I won’t stop her.” Stephen whips his head round to face Christine.

“You wouldn't,” Stephen practically gasps.

“Oh but I would, see you later, Dr Strange.” Christine takes you upstairs to get rid of any stray slime that made its way onto your clothes.

Knowing Christine is one to keep to her promises, Stephen admits defeat and makes his way to the portal to the Sanctum that Wong conjured.

“You know, I think the glitter would improve your look.” Wong lets out.

“One more word out of you and you’ll be cleaning all of this up on your own” Stephen lets out.

Though he’s not in his ideal situation, he couldn’t be happier to know that you have Sorcerer potential- he couldn’t be prouder.

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[geeky-politics-46]

Who is the weirdo who decided what better way to deal with stress over the mid-term election than to write a story about America learning about democracy and getting excited over the idea of voting?

Me. It's me.

If our democracy is going down in flames tomorrow I'm at least going to make it stronger in my imaginary world.

I honestly don't know what the crystal ball holds for US democracy after tomorrow night, but if you believe in any form of deity please pray that the American public makes the right decisions. Pray that we stood up and chose democracy over creeping authoritarianism. Hold on to your hats folks it's gonna be a very long few days, but hopefully the story I post will make it a little easier. Also depending on results binge watching West Wing & Veep again.

And here's a few gifs about democracy, choose whichever one fits best after the potential car wreck or miracle...

#doctor strange #stephen strange #america chavez #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #multiverse #democracy was fun #midterm elections #we're gonna fuck it up aren't we? #american democracy #please get this right #doctor strange adopted daughter #trying to cope with reality #Veep #the west wing #stephen strange x reader #doctor strange x reader #stephen strange x you #doctor strange x you #dad doctor strange

[bookloover35]

Dr Strange x Daughter reader -Teach Me.

Yns Pov:

PIP PIP!!!!!!!!!

Ugh is it already time to get up, why should I get up early now again?  I do not want to get up than I just want to lie down and sleep, I have summer vacation.

I woke up when my dad shook me very lightly and caressed my hair.

Dr Strange: Honey wake up, today is the first training day you have probably not forgotten that I have promised that I will train you in magic.

Right now I remember why I would wake up so early, for several months I have been asking Dad if he can teach me to use magic like him.

I literally threw myself out of bed and started running towards my bathroom and at the same time I could hear my dad laughing in the background.

When I was in the bathroom, I undressed and took a quick shower.

(Timeskip)

Dr Strange: Okay first and foremost you will need is a ring like this.

He said and gave me an exact copy of the same ring he had, I put it on my left hand but on exactly the same fingers as him, then I waited for the next step.

Dr Strange: Okay today I thought the first thing we start with is to open portals, so I show and you repeat.

(Timeskip sponsored by the letter A)

Yn: Ugh I'm giving up I will not be able to do this.

I said to my dad with a very defeated tone, I have been trying to open a portal for two whole hours and absolutely nothing has happened.

Dr Strange: I know you can handle this, you're probably just nervous, so we'll try one thing okay, close your eyes and take a deep breath and at the same time you do think about one of your best memories.

I did exactly as he said and started thinking about my very best memory, I could feel the magic running out of my fingers and I tried again.

I opened my eyes and saw that I had succeeded in opening a portal and I was so happy that I tackled my dad in a giant hug.

Yn: I did it, I did it.

Dr Strange: I told you you could do it and I knew you could do it, It must have been a good memory.

Yn : It is a mixture of a very happy and very sad memory.

Dr Strange: What do you mean?

The first memory that came up was when I turned four years old, it was my last birthday with both my parents, my mother died a year later of Cancer.

I remember how much fun we had and I remember how much I miss her she really was not only my mother she was also my best friend.

I looked at him with tears in my eyes.

Yn: I thought about my mother and how much I miss her and that I really hope she is proud of me.

Dr Strange: I miss her, she was my wife, the love of my life and I know one hundred percent that she is so proud of you and she loved you more than anything else in life.

I could see tears starting to flow from his eyes too and we hugged each other again, I will continue to train I will be as good as my dad and I will continue to make my mother proud.

The end.

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

Part Of Your World ~ 1

PART OF YOUR WORLD MASTERLIST

Word Count: 1,250ish

Summary: Christine and Stephen do what they can to protect you from Wanda. 

Warnings: death of a character, evil Wanda

Notes: Sorry it’s taken so long for this to actually come out! This is more of a prologue than anything! We’ll see Bucky in the next chapter!

“Is Y/N asleep?” The king, Stephen, asked.

“Yes,” his wife, Christine, responded as she swam toward him. “I have Wong watching over her.”

“Are you sure that you can’t just stay with her? I don’t like the thought of you coming with me to confront Wanda.”

“Stephen, the best chance we have to talk Wanda down is through a mother-to-mother conversation.”

The king sighed. “I still don’t like it.”

“I know.” She leaned in and kissed her husband. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Christine noticed how worried her husband was. “We’re going to be alright.”

“I hope so.”

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The couple was swimming toward the meeting point when they were suddenly caught in a swirl of red tendrils. Despite trying to stay beside each other, the red tendrils separated Stephen and Christine from each other.

“Well, well, well,” Wanda’s dark voice came from behind the couple. Using the magic she had caught them in, Wanda turned them to face her. Her black tentacles kept her afloat as she moved toward them. “I didn’t think you’d show up.”

“We would do anything to protect our daughter,” Christine said. “Just as you would do anything to get your sons back.”

“Yes, well, unfortunately, the only way to get my sons back is through your precious little girl.”

“You will not touch her,” Stephen growled, trying to free himself from the magic.

“You’re currently not trying very hard to stop me.”

“Wanda, please, listen,” Christine pled. “I understand your sadness and want to reunite with your sons, but taking our daughter’s power and killing her isn’t the answer. There has to be another way.”

“There isn’t. Your daughter’s power is the only way to reunite me with my boys and I will do what I must to take it.” Wanda came closer to Christine. “Even kill you.” 

The sea witch moved her fingers ever so slightly and Christine began to feel like a hand was around her neck, choking her. Both of Christine’s hands flew up to her neck as she tried to keep breathing while the sensation tightened around her.

“Stop it!” Stephen yelled. “Let her go!”

Wanda’s head whipped toward the king. “I will spare your wife’s life for your daughter’s,” she said with a smirk.

“N-no!” Christine choked out. “Do—Don’t!”

“I don’t believe you will do that, Wanda,” Stephen tried. “You don’t want to break a family like yours was broken.”

“Don’t I?” Wanda questioned, squeezing Christine’s neck more. “I told you, Stephen, I will do what I must to reunite my family. Even destroy yours.”

Stephen shouted out, his own power blasting through and freeing him. He threw out one of his arms, firing a golden blast at Wanda. Wanda flew back a little, letting her grip on Christine go. The two magic welders continued to fight each other.

“Christine, go!” Stephen ordered.

“Not so fast!” Wanda shouted. 

Wanda used her powers to grab a hold of Christine again and threw her toward the surface. Stephen growled as he flung more magic at the sea witch. Wanda cackled as she easily blocked each shot made by the king and continued to move the queen toward the surface. Noticing a large ship in coming, Wanda grinned.

“Say goodbye to your wife, Stephen,” Wanda taunted. 

She used her magic to tether him to a large rock before focusing back on Christine. Stephen failed to get out of the bindings around his wrists as he saw the ship on the surface drop a net.

“No,” he gasped. “NO!”

Stephen was helpless as he watched Wanda use her magic to trap Christine in the net hanging off of the ship. Wanda then conjured up a rock near the surface, perfectly placed to have Christine be squished between the rock and the ship. Much to Stephen’s horror, the ship didn’t stop.

“CHRISTINE!”

Stephen watched as his wife was pinned between the ship and the rock. His anger fueled his power, helping him free himself. He fired a large amount of magic at Wanda, causing her to cry out in pain. He then swam quickly to try and free his wife from the net she was still caught in.

“This is not over, Strange!” Wanda exclaimed. “We will see each other again and I will have your daughter’s power as my own.” Then the sea witch disappeared in a puff of red.

Using his power, Stephen cut his wife’s limp body free from the net. He cradled Christine close to her as he felt her life slipping.

“Please, Christine, don’t leave me,” Stephen begged through the oncoming tears. “Please.”

“Stephen…” Christine gasped, clearly struggling to stay alive. “I… love you… and Y/N… keep… her… safe…” Her eyes rolled back and she was gone.

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Wong was the one who had to break the news to you that your mother was gone. Five year old you couldn’t wrap your head around your mother being gone and why your father couldn’t tell you himself. You screamed and cried and fought against Wong as he tried to comfort you. He hated out you called out for your mother and father, though one really couldn’t come to your aid. 

Stephen was struggling to deal with the situation himself, and couldn’t bare to tell you the news. Which is why he had Wong do it. If it couldn’t be him, at least it was his most trusted advisor.

Your father avoided you even up until the day of the funeral, held a few days later. You were confused and saddened about everything. Wong tried his best to help you but you stayed silent most of the time, only speaking to ask where your mother or father was. The man helped you get ready for the funeral, doing his best though he really didn’t know how to help a little girl get ready. Especially for her mother’s funeral. The door to your room opened, pulling Wong’s attention to it. Stephen entered, holding a necklace in one of his hands.

“Wong,” Stephen said with a nod.

“Your Majesty,” Wong responded. He noticed the look in the king’s eyes and knew that he wanted a moment with you. “I’ll give you two some time alone.” 

Wong shot you a smile before swimming out the door. Stephen watched you from his spot as you looked down sadly and nervously played with your fingers. He sighed. He didn’t know how he was going to raise a daughter without his wife at his side. Especially one with powers no one really understood. Slowly, he headed over to your side.

“I… I have something for you,” he told you, holding out his hand to show you the necklace. “It’s your—it was your mother’s.” 

Your hands came up to play with the small shark eye shell that hung from the chain. “It’s pretty,” you whispered.

“May I put it on you?” 

You nodded. Stephen moved around you, carefully placing the necklace around your neck and clasping it. Once you knew it was on you, you quickly spun around and wrapped your little arms around your father. 

“Thank you,” you mumbled as you held onto him tightly.

Stephen moved the two of you so that he could hug you back. “I am so sorry, Y/N,” he whispered. “I am so sorry that I couldn’t protect your mother. I promise, that I will do everything in my power to protect you. No one will ever be able to hurt you. I promise.”

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You are a witch

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summary: you were adopted by Natasha Romanoff, the great Black Widow. But what happens when the truth uncovers? What happens when the three kings of hell are sent to kill you, and you manage to uncover your power and banish them?

pairing: Natasha x daughter reader, Yelena x niece reader, Melina & Alexei x granddaughter reader

warnings: witchcraft, rats?

genre: angst, fluff

words: 2483

a/n: I'm watching an awful lot of the chilling adventures of Sabrina lately, so I wanted to write a little mcu crossover with a witch reader :) 

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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It all happened so fast. At one point you were home, doing your homework like you did every friday evening. Then, at the other moment, the door was broken down, and the demons entered your home.

You did not know how to fight them off. You did not know they were even demons. They looked like humans, and you had no reason to suspect otherwise.

Of course, you knew better now.

The demons had disguised themselves to look like mortals. They were sent to assassinate you. You didn’t know they were demons, but once they drew their swords, you were pretty quick to run towards the widow and climb down using the fire escape.

The attackers followed you, and once you entered the Avengers tower, Wanda managed to banish them. She killed them. 

You remember Natasha running to you, assisting you. You were out of breath and terrified. Natasha slept in your room that night. You were scared to be left alone, and Natasha was terrified that someone would come and hurt you. Little did you know someone did. 

That same night, another demon entered your room.

However, this time, the demon did not disguise itself. I had come to kill you in its demon form. It did not hide itself. Your mother tried to protect you, but what good were her knives and her gun against an all mighty demon? 

Once the demon got ahold of your mother, you lost your temper. 

You did not know where it came from. You did not know how it worked. You did not know how you knew how to operate it. But you did.

Your eyes turned red. The wind from outside seemed to pick up inside your bedroom. The demon seemed afraid, even if his body language did not show it, his eyes did. It became afraid. You were afraid, but somehow, you managed to call upon a power hidden deep within your body. You managed to banish the demon for good. 

After you had killed it, you rushed to your mother who was bleeding out on the ground. The demon had slashed her side open, and she was running out of time. 

You did not understand it, but you had a vision. A flash in your mind that showed you exactly what to do. You covered your mothers’ wounds with your hands, and you closed your eyes. You called upon the power in your body, and Natasha’s wounds sealed shut. 

After that, Natasha had decided to take you out of town for a few days. 

It was clear that you were not safe in New York, and Natasha did not want to put you in any unnecessary danger. She did not know how the demons knew where you were, but she figured you would be much safer with her family, in Russia. 

And so, you flew to Russia, but not before Stephen Strange brought you a little visit. After hearing of your situation, and of your power awakening, he had gifted you a book. This book contained a series of spells, made by witches who were not similar to Stephen Strange, nor Wanda Maximoff. These witches possessed a different kind of magic. The kind of magic that you were now possessing. 

You had started practising a few spells, before you left for Russia. 

You were now driving towards your grandmothers’ farm, even though you had never met them.

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“Are we nearly there? We have been driving for hours and my head hurts,” you sighed annoyed, staring out the window.

“Like I told you the other fifty times, we still have a few hours to go. If your head hurts, take a nap,” Natasha answered, done with your attitude the entire trip. She did not want to get mad at you. As a mother, she knew and understood that you had a difficult time these past few days, and that you were unlocking something within yourself that you did not know you had, but as a person, she was entirely done with your attitude. 

You let out another sigh in annoyance. “I don’t want to take a nap, mom. Why are we even going to these people? I’ve never met them. Who even are they?” 

“You know Aunt Yelena, and she will be there. And Melina and Alexei are my sort of parents, so I expect you to treat them with respect,” Natasha told you.

“What kind of animals do they have on the farm?” you asked. 

“What…?

“You said they lived on a farm. A farm usually has animals. What kind of animals do they have?”

Natasha sighed. “Well, Melina has pigs, but I believe that recently she started feeding some stray cats, and they have started to hang around the farm.” 

“Did you have animals when you were a child? I mean, in those three years you lived with them?” you asked Natasha, staring at her curiously.

“I did not, but there was a stray cat that I begged to take in. Melina and Alexei would not let me, although they did give me some cat food from time to time to feed it,” Natasha explained, steering the car onto an off road path. 

“Really? They don’t have road where they live? What? Is the farmhouse some fallen apart building as well?” you asked, sarcasm lacing your tone.

Natasha sighed, a small smirk appearing on your lips, yet she tried to hide it.

“Go to sleep, or I’ll knock you out myself.”

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After you had fallen asleep in the car, the car ride took about another hour or two. Once you arrived, Natasha carefully woke you up, helping you out of the car.

Yelena was stood by the door, waiting for you to wake up fully so she could go and give you a hug.

“Aunt Yelena!” you exclaimed in happiness, running towards her and giving her a big hug. “I missed you! It has been far too long since you came to New York.” 

Yelena smiled and brushed some hair out of your face. 

“I was enjoying spending some time with my other half of my family,” Yelena started, leaning in a little closer so she could whisper in your ear. “Don’t worry, you are still my favourite.”

You smiled, giving Yelena a kiss on her cheek. 

“We should go inside,” Natasha then said, handing Yelena a bag to carry inside. 

“Sure,” Yelena said, whistling for Fanny, who had slipped past her to get out of the house when Yelena opened the door to wait for you, to come inside as well. 

Fanny ran towards you, excitedly jumping on you and begging for cuddles. You, obviously, happily obliged, spoiling Fanny in hugs and pets and kisses while she excitedly jumped on you, licking your face and cuddling close to you. 

Once you were inside, Yelena told Natasha that Melina and Alexei were waiting in the living room. 

Natasha had gone to greet them and to explain the situation with you, while Yelena stayed with you. Yelena led you to the spare bedroom, where she settled the bags down. 

“We only have one guest room, so you and Natasha will have to share. I am sure you do not mind,” Yelena explained, and you smiled and nodded as answer. 

“Did mom… tell you? Why we came here? Why she is so afraid?” you asked Yelena, sitting on the bed and settling your shoulder bag next to you. Yelena sighed before joining you on the bed, taking a moment to collect her thoughts before she spoke. 

“Natasha did not tell me a lot, but she told me that you were now… magical. She told me that something was- is hunting you,” Yelena explained, shaking her head. “She didn’t tell me much more.”

You sighed, looking down and picking at your skirt. 

“I am magical. I think I am a witch, but like, a really powerful one. Two demons came to attack me. They were aggressive, and they spoke about doing something for their master. They were sent to kill me, to assassinate me. My magic, or my powers, unlocked when the second one tried to hurt mom. And after, after he had hurt her and she was bleeding, I suddenly knew how to heal her, and my powers did. Someone powerful is trying to get rid of me, and I don’t even understand what I am,” you explained, looking at Yelena carefully, hoping you didn’t scare of confuse her. 

“Okay, so what you are saying is that my little niece is an ass kicking awesome witch?” Yelena said, smiling when she saw the relieved smile form on your face. 

After a moment of silence, Yelena moved to sit a little closer to you, indicating that whatever she was going to say next was probably serious.

“Listen to me, y/n. You are Natasha’s daughter. You are my niece. You are family, and no matter what you turn out to be, you will always be our family, and we will always be yours,” Yelena promised, cupping your face in her hands to get you to look at her. She smiled kindly, leaning forwards and pressing a kiss on you forehead. 

“Thank you, Auntie Yelena.”

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After your talk with Yelena, you had showed her your new book. The book that Strange gave you. It was full of spells and knowledge, and after reading some of it, you had started writing your own notes in your notebook. 

You also showed Yelena a little taste of your magic. You had managed to effortlessly change an eraser into Yelena’s favourite cookie, which disappeared the moment you took your eyes off of it. Not because the spell failed. Simply because Yelena had eaten it…

After about an hour, Natasha had come up to the room, knocking on the door and letting you know that it was time to meet your grandparents. 

You weren’t sure how you were supposed to be feeling. You were nervous, sure, but everyone is when they meet someone knew. You were most nervous about their importance. You knew how important Melina and Alexei were to Natasha and Yelena, and you did not want to say or do anything that might upset any of them.

Natasha took your hand, rubbing reassuring circles on it to hopefully soothe you.

“Everything’s gonna be okay. They are going to love you, and you will love them, I promise,” Natasha assured you, leading you downstairs. 

Once you entered the living room, Melina and Alexei were sitting on the couch. Melina stood up immediately when she noticed you entered. 

“Y/n, dear, we are so happy to finally meet you,” Melina said, walking over to you and embracing you in a hug. When she pulled back, she placed her hand on your cheek, taking a good look at your face. “What a beautiful girl you are,” she said, and you smiled.

“Thank you, Melina,” you said, and Melina smiled stepping aside and motioning her hand towards one of the other couches.

“Please, sit down. Would you like some tea, or another drink?” Melina asked, going into the kitchen to get your chosen drink while you sat down. 

Natasha sat down next to you, while Yelena chose the couch across from you. 

“It is very nice to meet you, my granddaughter. Welcome to the family!” Alexei exclaimed happily, laughing at the stern look Natasha gave him. 

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After you had settled in, and you had gotten used to being around Melina and Alexei, you had all decided on some pizza for dinner. Slowly but surely you grew to like being around Melina and Alexei, even though Alexei was painfully loud and unaware at times. 

After you had settled at the dinner table, you sat beside Natasha, Alexei at the head of the table while Melina sat across from Natasha, and Yelena sat across from you. 

“So are you liking Russia, y/n? I believe Natasha told us you have never been here before?” Melina asked, and you nodded. 

“It’s very beautiful, definitely more beautiful than the busy city,” you responded, and Melina smiled. 

You reached forward, about to grab another slice of pizza from the pizza box when a strange wind picked up inside the house, and the squeaking of mice could be heard. 

You froze in your actions, looking around the house cautiously. 

“What’s wrong darling?” Natasha asked concerned, laying her hand on your arm. 

“Don’t you hear that? Don’t you feel that?” you asked, looking at Natasha with wide eyes while she shook her head no. 

“Do you need some water?” she asked, but you didn’t respond as you looked down at your feet, standing up quickly when you recognised the rats running around your legs. 

You gasped in surprise, taking a few steps back while Natasha and Yelena looked at you with concern. 

“Are you okay? What are you feeling?” Natasha asked, and you looked at her confused.

“Can’t you see the rats?!” you asked surprised, pointing at the rats that ran around your legs. Natasha shook her head no, but once the door to the living room slammed open, Natasha head turned towards it. What came through was something she could see.

“What the hell is that?!” Yelena said in surprise, standing up herself. 

Through the door walked a disgusting looking demon. His skin looked rotten and old, almost as if his body had been dead and rotting for weeks. 

“I AM BEELZEBUB, DEMON OF VERMIN, ONE OF THE THREE KINGS OF HELL. MY BROTHERS HAVE FAILED TO SUCCEED, BUT I WILL FINISH THE JOB!” the demon, Beelzebub spoke loudly, raising his arm out towards you. The rats charged at you, and you quickly ran to the couch to grab your bag.

You pulled you spellbook out, going through the pages quickly to find the banishing spell that you had researched before. 

“Y/n what the hell is going on?!” Yelena yelled at you, but you ignored her as you found the right page, raising your own hand towards the demon Beelzebub. 

“Beelzebub, I shall banish you as I did your brothers. You shall burn in the pits and fires of hell! Exilium, gehenna, evanescet. Beelzebub I banish thee!” you yelled out, lowering your hand when the demon Beelzebub disappeared into dust. 

“That was awesome,” Yelena spoke quickly, after assessing that you were not injured. 

“I need a nap,” you said, dropping the book and letting yourself fall down onto the couch. Natasha ran to your side quickly, holding your head in her hands.

“Are you alright?” she asked, a confused look overtaking her when she noticed your smile.

“I just banished, not just a demon, but one of the three kings of hell, with my own magic,” you explained proudly, letting your eyes fall close. “But it was exhausting, and I really need a nap now.” 

Natasha smiled softly, nodding. 

“Go to sleep, we’ll talk in the morning.”

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sinful I

18+ readers only please lovelies!! (this is for a reason please listen<3)

little synopsis: the reader is tonys daughter (he had her young, canon doesnt exist) theres tension between you and stephen, an obvious age gap keeping you from eachother (26, 40). theyre 'trapped' in an elevator together and the tension crumbles.

pronouns: female pronouns are used

relationship: fem reader x stephen strange not established relationship

note: i do not know what possessed me to write this shit, i will not apologise. i love you <333

warnings: defined age gap, stephen being possessive, controlling smut, dd/lg kind offf, petnames

you could always tell when stephen strange was in a room you were in without even looking. he was the type of man who had one of those commanding prescenses, maybe it was his ego you thought to yourself. either way, for weeks you had continuously been trying to block him out of the forefront of your mind. but no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't shake his presence. it was like he was a part of your subconscious, a part of you that you never wanted to acknowledge.

you knew that you had to find a way to cope with his presence or it was going to drive you crazy. you had to find a way to remove him from your thoughts. you had to find a way to make him go away. you could swear he knew how infatuated you were with him, how you’d drift off in meetings with thoughts of him racing through your mind. you wanted to wipe that god awful smirk off his face, and the way he looked at you like a starving wolf. that look terrified you, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your stomach flip. fucking Christ.

he was 40 years old. the thick grey streaks that run through his tousled hair becoming prominent. he carried himself with authority, his body language conveying strength and confidence. his eyes were sharp and focused, his expression serious and determined. you shook him out of your thoughts, standing in the empty elevator, holding a binder you were supposed to speak about at an avengers meeting. something important about presenting to the government. it was an important event, not the type of meeting you’d show up to in your training gear. your eyes met his shiny leather dress shoes. shit.

“stark.” he confidently spoke in his baritone voice nodding at you, his scarred hand extending to hold the elevator open before he stepped in silently, standing tantilizingly close to you. closer than any other coworker would.

“oh. good morning, stephen.” you spoke back softly, anxiously tapping your foot. it wasn’t the meeting you were anticipating. you were met with silence as he pushed the button to go to the floor of the meeting you were both attending. the elevator slowly went up. 

“you seem nervous, stark.” he looked straight ahead, not making eye contact with you. 

“just not a public speaker, that's all.” you managed to squeak out. you could tell he was smirking, that sick bastard knew what he was doing. you couldnt. you were only 26, and here you stood head over heels for some magical doctor who’s ego towers over him. suddenly the sound of clanging pipes could be heard followed by a deafening screeching. the elevator came to a halt, but the doors stayed closed. stephen scoffed and hit the ‘open door’ button. nothing. he chuckled under his breath. 

“we can miss this meeting. oh please no.” you started pressing the button as you panicked.

“oh come on darling, it’s not as if this is the worst situation in the world, is it?” he stood facing you. darling. get fucked. 

“i don’t know what game you’re playing, strange. now could you just portal us out of here?” you checked your watch. “we’re 7 minutes late.”

“i don’t have my sling ring on me, not exactly something you bring to an all-important government meeting, now is it?” you sighed, that sarcastic attitude would be the death of you. 

“why don’t we just sit tight, mm? nobody is going to come save you, they’re all busily writing notes on something some superfical united nations member has to say.” he stared into your eyes, clearly unbothered. you nodded, what else could you do? you were stuck. slowly backing against the metal back panel of the elevator, you slowly slid down in defeat, sitting on the cold metal with your legs stretched out. he did the same. 

“wouldn’t want to dirty that suit.” you mumbled, annoyed that you were here, stuck with the last person you’d want to be in a confined space with. 

“wouldn’t want to dirty that pretty little dress. oh. that’s right, daddy will just buy you a new one, won't he?” te bit back. being tony’s daughter had its perks, but many people mistook you for a spoiled brat. 

“what, you tight on money or something, strange? need me to spot you? buy you lunch?” you scoffed. he laughed, loosening his tie and sighing from relief. you crossed your legs in response, he's almost your fathers age, why are you pressing your thighs together? jesus - you thought to yourself. 

she looked over at him, his collar was turned up on one side after he loosened his tie. you leaned over the cold metal floors and reached him. 

“oh here. let me fix this for you.” you whispered, stumbling as you ended up straddling him as you fixed his collar, his hot breath fanning your face as you were inches away from eachother. 

“hi darling..” he whispered seductively. you were burning red, your mouth slightly parted as you sat there flushed and frozen. 

“dont get all shy on me now, hm?” he laughed, his scarred fingers reaching to trace the side of your jaw. 

“stephen.. we can’t. it would be wrong. this is sinful” you whispered against his lips. 

“then why does it feel so right? i see the way you look at me. the way your breath hitches in your throat when i walk in front of you. the way you stumble over your words when you speak to me. tell me this is wrong one more time, and I’ll leave. we'll stop.” he stated, looking at your lips and then gazing back into your eyes. you kept your eyes on him and your heart raced. you knew that what you were doing was wrong, but you couldn't help it.

you wanted to stay. he was hypnotizing, it was cruel. you launched closer into his embrace, kissing him passionately as if he was the last man you’d ever kiss. he groaned softly into your mouth in shock but quickly moved one hand up the side of your hips and the other was holding the side of your cheek. you felt a warmth spread through your body as his lips moved against yours, and you felt yourself getting lost in the moment. you pulled away reluctantly, your heart still pounding as your eyes met his. 

he lingered there for a moment, and then his lips curved into a knowing smile as he slowly pulled away. he was aware of your attraction and you were both enjoying it. he rested both of his hands on your lower back, holding your hips as you were sitting in the same position. he slowly moved you forward, rocking you, the friction was you were grinding on him creating warmth and longing to be touched. you were inexperienced, shy. no man had ever made you feel like this and you couldnt help but softly moan into his ear and he moved you. he did all the work, picking up the pace and praising you. 

“that feels good, huh baby? oh fuck. keep making those pretty noises for me. anyone ever made you feel like this?” he groaned, watching you sinfully as you rocked your lips back and forth against his lap. you closed you eyes in embarrassment. the answer was no. you shook your head gently, rocking against him, mewling.

"atta girl" he groaned in your ear.

“oh stephen..shit.” you moaned, louder than before. he grabbed your waist, stopping you. 

“keep moving, and i won't be able to stop. at least let me be a gentlemen” he scooped you up and slid his sling ring out of his coat pocket. 

“you dirty liar!” you scoffed in his arms as he opened a portal.

“oh come on sweetheart, you know i always have it on me.” he chuckled, walking through the portal. you were in his bedroom. the dark oak panelled walls of the sanctum were glossy and rich. the 4 post bed was the star of the room, overshadowing everything else. he laid you down on the bed. part of you expected him to be sweet and gentle with you, caring almost. tt was almost as if he could read your mind. 

“i’m bad for you baby. i want to be selfish with you, i’ve wanted this for so long.” he said as he threw his suit jacket to the floor and the clinging of his unbuckling belt made you whine.

"be a good girl for me, yeah baby?" you were about to lie on your stomach so he could unzip your dress, but without hesitation he knelt straddling you. He placed his scarred hands on the neckline of your dress and ripped it down the middle as if it was paper.

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[saylorsaysstop]

Scared | Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader

a/n: i needed a lil bit of angst and also wanted a first-time dad!Stephen fic so... i combined them. here you go 😭

warnings: bit of angst, talks of childbirth (nothing explicit), anxiety

The hours seemed to tick on forever. Another few nerve-stricken paces and Stephen Strange was positive he’d burn a hole into the linoleum floors. 

As a surgeon, he had never been nervous performing a procedure. He was the greatest neurosurgeon out there and no one could take away his title. His calm reserve, his steady hand. He was quintessentially perfect. Anxiety didn’t grip him in its vice. 

Until the accident. He finally was made aware of his emotions and how delicate he truly could become. He discovered his unwavering ability to exhaust emotion; tears, sadness, happiness, love. It all came like a tidal wave upon his metaphorical shoreline when you happened. When you walked into his life, he discovered that he could feel all of those emotions, sometimes all at once. But fear was the least felt. 

Until today. Today he felt fear. He never wanted to experience such a cruel emotion but as he watched you writhe in pain and cry for him to make it stop while knowing this was one problem he couldn’t solve with the wave of his hand, that nature must take its course, he grew scared. He had been waiting for this moment ever since those two lines appeared on the pregnancy test, after the initial shock of oh wow, I’m going to be a dad after not wanting kids, and today in the delivery room, mournful that he couldn’t be more for you than just a hand to squeeze and a shoulder to cry on… and bite. He wasn’t expecting teeth marks on his skin today, but he’d let you do it a million times over if it meant he could get you through this.

“You’re doing so good, baby. I promise. It’s almost over.” he had encouraged you with both hands clasped through yours, his body leaning over the edge of the bed as you worked through every single ache and pain. You held him like a vice until you were dizzy, his voice the only thing holding you to the bed. You blocked out the voices of the doctors, nurses, you only desired Stephen’s encouragement through such a trauma as this.

And when the pain ceased and you felt a sudden emotion of emptiness, the one thing that only you had held on the inside for nine months was extracted from your being, you felt numb. 

Stephen held you tightly, awaiting that glorious sound all parents mewled about. His hands were trembling in yours as he waited, and waited, and waited. 

“Come on, sweetheart. Cry.” Stephen whispers to a little girl who couldn’t hear him. “What’s going on?” he demands, using the voice he reserved for the operating room. 

He hears the doctor and nurse's correspondence. 

“Fluid in the lungs” - “Can’t breathe” - “Lips are blue”. 

Quickly, his mind whirred and he knew what was happening. His baby girl had entered the world essentially lifeless. He turns to you, feeling as you force yourself up in the hospital bed by way of his arm. You clutch his forearm in a death grip despite your strength having been drained, the wave of adrenaline pulsing through your veins as you struggle to overhear. 

“What is going ON?!” you scream at the top of your lungs, pain surging throughout your limbs. You were a brand new mother who hadn’t got to see your daughter’s face and more importantly hear her cry. 

“Honey, I need you to lie back down,” Stephanie coaxes, kissing your forehead that was slick with sweat. You look up at your husband whose eyes are fixated on you. “Take some breaths for me, alright?” He knows you’re on the verge of panic so he quickly reaches above the hospital bed to grab the oxygen mask. 

“Stephen!” you exclaim, lungs aching. He shushes you and closes his hands around yours. He wouldn’t dare let his resolve down, not now. You needed him more than ever and he couldn’t let you see him fall apart, even though he wanted to bombard those working on his baby and the cause. 

“She’s going to be okay. We’ve got to let them look at her.” He smothers his face against your hair, reaches up, and strokes your scalp, “That’s my girl, nice deep breaths. I need you to stay calm for her. Can you do that for our little girl, sweetheart?” 

You nod your head. Your ears were ringing so loud after she came out that you didn’t overhear what Stephen did. 

“I-I’m scared,” you blubber. 

Stephen can feel tears pricking the corners of his eyes. I am too, baby. I am too he thinks to himself. 

“There’s no need to be scared. I’ll be scared for us both.” Stephen kisses your temple before moving to your lips, tasting the saltwater tears that had fallen to your mouth. 

That was hours ago. Stephen continued to pace the floors. The last he heard was that his daughter was being taken to the NICU for further observation and to be stabilized. Fortunately, Christine had stopped by a few times to check in. She of course had no updates for the two of you, but she was there as a means of emotional support. Each time she snuck in quietly, she’d find a pacing Stephen who she only sighed at. 

“Have you sat down?” Christine whispered, seeing as you were finally asleep. Stephen shakes his head as Christine grabs his hand, forcing him to stop. “Stephen. You need to sit.” she leads him to the chair but he shakes his head.

“No, Christine, I need–,”

“To be a supportive husband and great father. You can’t do that when youre footprints are embedded into the floor.” she chuckles quietly but turns serious upon seeing his wary expression. She licks her lips and sighs. “If that little girl is anything like you? She won’t give up. She’ll be a fighter. But she needs a father who can remain strong for her… You can’t stay strong if you’re exhausting yourself. The same goes for her,” Christine looks over at you. “She needs you to lean against during this which means she needs you relaxed and alert. But pacing won’t do anything.”

Stephen draws in a sharp breath and finally takes a seat upon Christine’s pushing of his shoulders. She smiles at him and pats his shoulder. 

“Everything’s going to be okay, Stephen.”

He sure hoped so. “Thank you,” he nods his head, appreciative of her friendship despite their past. He squeezes her hand just before she removes it from his shoulder. 

“Try and squeeze in a cat nap. You’ll feel better.” 

He chuckles, knowing sleep was out of the question entirely. But rather than arguing with her, he nods his head in agreement. When Christine left and Stephen was left alone with his thoughts, he closed his eyes and tried to imagine him finally holding his daughter, and how relief would wash over him the moment he could see her. That’s how he managed to close his eyes and relax. He did it for his two girls. You and that precious little one fighting upstairs. 

An hour or so later, when the door to your room opened, Stephen’s eyes bolted open and he was up on his feet in seconds. The woman who delivered your daughter enters the room, pushing a tiny glass cart. Stephen’s heart thudded wildly in his chest, realization washing over him at just who this sweet little visitor could be.

“Hi, Dad,” the doctor whispers. 

Stephen gasped quietly at the sight, that relief he clung to after Christine left washing over him. “How is she?” he asks. 

“She scared us there for a little while.. she came so fast that she swallowed some fluid on the way out, but she’s perfectly healthy. I didn’t want to wake Mom up. I know she’s been anxious, but would you like to hold your little girl?”

Stephen felt a rush of emotion. He never wanted kids. He thought they were irritabilities, tiny humans who would annoy him forever. He was one of those people who when the kid ran around the dinner table in a restaurant after being told to stop, would smirk when they finally smacked their forehead against the surface. Christine normally always kicked him in the shin under the table and then you started doing it when you began dating. But that all changed the morning you approached him with trembling hands and a positive pregnancy test. 

“Yes, please,” Stephen whispers, looking over at you. He was grateful you had finally succumbed to the clutches of sleep. He wasn’t sure how much longer you could keep going, as you were nearing 48 hours of no sleep at all. 

The doctor smiles and motions him to sit in the chair beside your bed. She rolls the glass cart over to him and looks down at the sleeping bundle. “She didn’t get to have skin-to-skin with Y/N so would you like to do that? She can do it also when she wakes up, but we find that skin-to-skin holds many benefits.”

Stephen nods his head as the doctor lists the positives such as bonding, regulation of body temperature, and heart rate, among others, tears burning the corners of his eyes. He quickly unbuttons his shirt and pulls it open, his heart racing even faster when the doctor carefully picks up his daughter and leads her to his chest. She rests the baby on top of him and immediately, Stephen feels like a brand new man. The softness and warmth of her skin against his made his serotonin level skyrocket and caused more tears to freely fall. 

“Congratulations, Dad,” she whispers in the dimly lit room. “We just fed her in the nursery but when Mama wakes up, we’ll let her try feeding her. Call if you need anything,” 

Stephen nods his head and watches the doctor leave, gently closing the door behind her. He looks down at the new life snuggled against him. Her eyes peel open, naturally blue irises glassy as she moves her lips. Stephen could already see you within her. Her sweet little nose, the curl of her lips. He took a small peek under the hat, the tiniest wisps of brown hair visible, sending the new father into a chokehold. 

“Oh, my darling girl,” Stephen coos. “You gave Mommy and I quite the scare today… Yes, you did. But I’m so glad you’re here. Do you know who I am? You’ve heard my voice every single day… Whether I was telling you and Mommy how much I love you or bickering with Wong. You’ve heard it. I’m your Daddy,” the words fall like water from his mouth and his chest tightens as he dubs himself with the title. Daddy. He’s a father. 

The baby girl gently closes her eyes, lips smacking as she remains rested on his chest. Stephen ran his fingertip up and down her spine, bewildered by how soft she was. He glances over at your sleeping form. He smiles, being the proudest he’s ever been since the day he proposed and the day he wed you. He had you to thank for all of this. His little family. The only family he’s known other than those he’s encountered on his journey. 

“My sweet Tessa… Yes, you’re my special girl, aren’t you? I promise. I may not do everything right in life but I’ll do right by you. Thank you for changing my life,” the tears flow without warning as Stephen presses his quivering lips to the side of her head, squeezing his lids shut as he snuggles her closer. You stir gently and awake to the sight of your husband holding your newborn, your heart fluttering. 

“She’s okay?” You ask hoarsely. 

Stephen’s head lifts at the noise and a smile of relief greets his face. He looked exhausted and you felt bad that he hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep except for his small power nap. He wouldn’t dare miss out on anything. 

“She’s perfect, sweetheart. You did it.” 

The look of utter pride glows on his face. You feel your lungs refill with fresh air as you wince, moving to sit up gently. “Can I?” 

Stephen chuckles quietly. “How could you ask me something like that? Of course, you can. Tessa, let’s meet your beautiful Mommy, yeah? I know, I know,” he shushes her as she starts to pout her lips, a pitiful cry on the verge of slipping. Your body felt like electricity had just been shot throughout it, the excitement bubbling. 

“Here, let’s unbutton this,” Stephen holds Tessa in one arm while he helps you unbutton your hospital gown. Once your chest is exposed, Stephen places Tessa on you and you fall apart the moment you touch her. Your lips quiver and the tears spill.

“Oh my God,” you whisper, kissing her. You drew in a deep breath, Tessa’s scent making you cry even more. Stephen slips into bed beside you and carefully puts one arm around you while holding his other hand over yours that’s currently on Tessa. “S-she’s perfect,” you cry. 

Stephen wipes his eyes through a sniffle. 

“She is,” he can’t help but agree. “I’ve never seen someone so little,” 

You giggle softly, kissing her head as you lean into your husband’s chest. “We’re parents, Stephen. We have a daughter.” 

He smirks, his eyes resting on you. He leans in and kisses your lips tenderly, savoring the taste. As he pulls away, both of you turn your attention down to your newest addition, your hearts soaring over the moon.

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Just A Taste

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Pairing:

SPIDER-Man/Man-Spider Peter Parker x fem!Sorceress!reader

Warnings:

18+, monster fucker smut, oral(female receiving), p in v sex, cream pie, biting, scratching, sex pollen(it's Peter's venom), size kink(peen is massive), mild rope kink, sex with a man spider, come eating, cum dumpster, a bit of ass play, over stimulation, sweet and rough monster boi

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Summary:

You are Doctor Strange's and Christine's daughter. Your mother died a long time ago, and your father now runs the Sorcerer's Guild and is the Sorcerer Supreme of Earth 591D3R. You are your father's apprentice and live in the New York Sanctum. One night, a break in the Sanctum causes you to make friends with an unlikely creature.

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One night, your father had asked you to watch over the Sanctum while he attended a meeting with the other Masters. It was concerning a rebuild of the Kamar-Taj after Wanda came through like a hell storm. You didn't want to go there anyways, because it wouldn't matter what opinion you had, everyone would ignore you and ask the doctor for advice. It didn't matter that he would give the same answer, only for them to be delighted about it and pretend you never said anything in the first place.

Lucky for you, Stephen had noticed, and that was another reason you weren't accompanying him this time. He was going to bring up the elephant in the room, and question the others as to why they treated you like a child. You were twenty two years old, and had been practicing magic since you were three.

He was confident that you could replace him soon, mostly so he could retire and go live with his girlfriend on Mars. You wanted that for him, more than the title of Sorcerer Supreme. She made your father happier than you'd ever seen him, aside from the times you would make him proud with your ever growing abilities in the Mystic Arts. He was nearly fifty years old now, and he'd been a grumpy old wizard for most of your life until he met the beautiful plant lady, who also happened to be a mutant.

That opened your eyes to the possibilities that were out there. You didn't have to limit yourself to your own kind, and your dad wouldn't care who you chose, so long as they made you happy and treated you right. You had your fair share of flings the past two years, and none of them seemed right for you.

There was always something lacking in the people you went on dates with. At first the potential partners were boring normal people. That was fine, but you found that their physical appearances, no matter how socially attractive they were, didn't really get you going. The sex was just as boring and unsatisfactory as the dates were.

And it didn't help things any that almost all of your dates were absolutely trying to brown nose their way into talking to your father. They treated you like some dumb little girl, and that pissed you off so much. Didn't they know that you were your father's daughter? Didn't they know that you inherited all his will and strive for greatness? Did they forget your memory was just as perfect as your father's, and you could be as petty as the great Doctor Strange?

No. They never did. And they never saw it coming when you started to ghost these people and ignore them. The last date you went on, was with some guy named Harry Osborne, the son of a rich business owner. The guy was a self-centered douche, and he spent the entire night talking about how he could make a lot more tech, if he could just get his hands on a magical energy generator. That the last one he had, didn't work the way he needed, so he 'disposed' of it like it was trash

He wasn't subtle about you being the generator, either. He acted like it would be such an honor for you to basically be his battery to power his laboratory. By the time the wine hit the table, you had gotten up and declared that you were not interested in being a glorified Barbie battery, and you left through a portal right there in the dining hall of the most prestigious restaurant that New York had.

That had been two weeks ago, and since then, tabloids went through the local and international news about how the Sorcerer Supreme's daughter had bravely turned down a corporate tyrant. Some painted you as the bad guy while most of the others printed that he was a jerk that tried barking up the wrong tree.

Either way, when your father read about it, he ended up making an appearance in his classic and terrifying smoke and brimstone way at Oscorp. He raised a big stink about how Norman's son was an idiot and to stay away from you and his end of the city or else. Poor Norman was confused, because he hadn't been in town for the past two months.

More tabloids went out the following day and claimed that Harry had been demoted. That made you so delighted to hear.

But tonight all you wanted was to watch a good movie and eat absolutely all the snacks that your dad left out for you as a thank you for doing his job for the night. It would be easy, barely an inconvenience, as he had the automated magical security system going, which would alert you to any unauthorized intruders.

The movie in question was a cheesy romance story with subtle horror elements. It was a woman moving to a cabin in the woods, trying to live the simple life. After being there for a few weeks, she started receiving gifts at her doorstep, which was eerie and unnerving, because she lived in the middle of nowhere. Over time, she caught glimpses of a beastly looking creature that would never be there at a second glance.

It ended up being some sort of large man that had multiple arms and multiple eyes like an insect or a spider.

The story went on to the woman catching him in the act of leaving a basket of berries at her door. When she opened the door for him, he jumped back and stared at her, scared and observant. She invited him into her home, and that's when the spicy parts began.

You fanned yourself as you watched the oddly best acted part of the movie. You knew the actors weren't actually having sex, but it was thrilling all the same. Thrilling enough to consider sticking you hand into your pants and enjoying the film's ridiculously long sex scene.

Let's face it, you totally did. When it got nice and good you felt relaxed and really going with the flow, until…

CRASH

You heard a shattering of glass and a loud thud. You jumped and used your magic to pause the television as you turned in the direction of the noise and froze.

You heard the sounds of shuffling, then glass being swept up, and an odd animalistic grumbling. You quickly scooted over to the doorway and peaked out into the hall, seeing a light on in the sitting room your dad used to entertain his guests that weren't heros and just regular everyday people.

Why didn't the alarms go off? Only unauthorized people would trip the sensors, so it had to be someone that was allowed access to the sanctum. Someone your father or you knew.

You got closer and looked into the room, seeing a single old lamp on in the corner, a shadow in the center of the room, sweeping the floor with three brooms. Where did it even find three brooms? Either way, you quickly loaded a couple of spells up into your hands, preparing for an attack if needed.

"Um, hello? Who are you, and why are you in my Sanctum?" You boldly asked as you stepped into the room, hands clearly holding a crackle of blue light in one hand, a conjured shield in the other.

The thing turned around and looked at you as it made a weird chittering noise and motioned to the glass on the floor like it was obvious as to what it was doing. You didn't get any threatening vibes as it went right back to trying, and failing, to clean up its mess from the broken window. You took pity on the poor creature and cancelled your spells out, going to cast a spell to fix the glass and clean up the mess instead. After, you flicked on another lamp to give a little more light.

The creature finally turned around and sighed, giving you a full view of how relieved it was. You saw that it was a man, possibly human, but he was off.

He looked like the creature in the movie you had just been watching, but even more attractive. This one had a beautiful mop of brown hair on his head, and his eight eyes were all twinkling in the light as he stared at you.

"You're… You're not doctor…" He grunted harshly, his mouth opening in the same manner a spider's would if it could talk. You stared at his teeth, the fangs specifically, seeing that he was drooling ever so slightly.

"No. I am not my father." You replied and told him your name. He looked confused.

"Who are you?" You asked, and he slurred a bit to clear the drool from his mouth as he wiped it with one of the backs of his six hands.

"Spider-Man."

"Spider-Man? But dad said you disappeared last summer."

"Oscorp. They did this. To me." He seemed to have troubles speaking. From what you remembered of the stories your father had told you, Spider-Man was a great hero, and he had suddenly vanished last summer and didn't come back. He was thought to be dead.

And Oscorp? Oh God that made you so mad, especially after the Harry incident.

"I should have known… Was it Harry? Did he do this to you?"

The man nodded and groaned as he crouched onto the ground and stretched like a cat, then he sat there staring up at you.

"My dad said you are a scientist. He wouldn't tell me your name, but after that horrible date I had with Harry, his ramblings, and seeing you, I can confidently say that you're Peter Parker." You said softly and he looked surprised.

"How you know?"

"Peter Parker went missing around the same time. Harry talked about you at great length and he mentioned he hates spiders." You replied and he huffed and stood back up, only to sniff the air a few times.

"So, yes, you're Peter Parker? Please answer me." You asked and he looked up at you, his eyes all blinking at once.

"Yes. Also monster. Horrible. Gross." He whined and looked down, his nose still sniffing as he moved along the carpet on all eight limbs towards you. He'd stop occasionally and look around, then keep scuttling until he was at your feet. He sat on his heels and looked up at you, head tilted to the side.

"No. You're not a horrible and gross monster. You're a man with a condition. A hero that needs help." You gently reached out and placed your hand in front of his face to see what he would do.

He leaned forward and sniffed it, and his eyes suddenly closed and he sighed. Peter leaned forward and rubbed his face against your hand, his tongue coming out to lick at your skin. You blushed at how he ran the thick muscle all over your fingers suggestively, and then sucked them into his mouth.

"O-ohhh…" You breathed as you remembered it was that hand that you had used to pleasure yourself during the movie. The thought alone had suddenly made you wetter than you had been during the film, and Peter had instantly noticed.

"Taste and smell good." He rumbled as his hands came up, all six of them, each one reaching for you. Two hands grabbed at your waist, another two grabbed your hands, and the final set grabbed your ankles.

In a swift movement he had you on your back on the floor, legs and arms spread out as he crawled over you, his eyes looking down at your form in your pajamas.

"Smell good." He groaned as he leaned down closer, his mouth just inches away from your neck. You felt a bit of lukewarm spit fall onto your skin, making you twitch and squirm.

"Smell so good." Peter said as he nuzzled your neck and began to inhale your scent.

"P-peter…" You breathed his name when his hands fumbled with your shirt and he brought two hands to your breasts and pawed at them.

"Soft." He said as his tongue came out to lick along your neck, his fangs grazing you gently.

"Warm. Very warm." He growled into your ear. You shuddered as he lifted your hips to his and he ground into you, soaking your panties and sweatpants through.

"Want taste. Taste good." Peter cooed while he started tearing your shirt and pants off of your body with ease. You shook in the cold night air as he stripped you bare and looked down at his handiwork.

"Pretty." Peter hummed gently, his mouth going to cover the juncture of your shoulder and neck. You could feel his fangs sink into your flesh painlessly, and as they went in, you could feel him secreting something into your bloodstream as well.

Oh fuck. This was how you were gonna die. Being eaten by your dad's friend, now turned into a man spider beast.

But why was it so hot? Why weren't you feeling any pain? You could still move and breathe, well as much as he would allow since he had a hold of your limbs and body. You could wiggle your fingers and toes, and move your head around freely. The more you moved, the more you felt a fire in your belly, and hot tingly feeling all over.

It went straight down to your core and made you ache painfully. You found yourself bucking up against him and whining as he pulled and tugged on your nipples with his fingers.

"Pete… Peter… Oh fuck… That feels so good…" You moaned to him and he answered you by growling deeper and letting go of your chest, his hands going down to waist and fumbling with his pants. He quickly pulled his cock out and you glanced down to see that it was massive and covered in thick veins. The head was engorged, leaking a heavy glob of precome that dripped down onto your mound and dribbled down through your soaking wet lips.

"Want more. Pretty hole. Dripping. Feel good." Peter's gravelly voice rattled you to your core and made the ache stronger and your pussy gush and clench around nothing. He chittered and gripped himself tightly, giving himself a good stroke and pushing another glob of precome out over your clit. His other hand came up, using his fingers to spread your lips and his thumb to rub his slick all over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Ah-ahhh!" You panted as he trilled and rubbed the head of his cock against your opening. It made you squirm and look at him, seeing that he had four of his eyes trained on your face.

"Want to fuck..?" He groaned, almost like he was now just trying to ask if this was okay.

"Please, Peter… Please… Fuck me… Put you cock inside me and fuck me, please?" You whined and begged him, and he growled and wasted no time. He pushed himself inside easily with all of the slickness you both had provided, but he was still massive and stretched you to your limit. You normally would have been in pain and fighting back, but whatever he injected you with had made it so easy to take him without hurting you.

And you wanted more.

"Good. Feels… S'goood." Peter moaned and stilled when he could go no further. You could feel his heavy balls resting on your ass, his cock pulsing rapidly.

"So tight…. So good… So wet…" He huffed as his hips began to move. He moved you around to press himself as deep as he could get, which involved hoisting you up into his lap as he cast a few webs up at the ceiling. He hung himself upside down so you were right side up, using gravity to his advantage.

In your haze of feeling exceptionally full, you felt him chitter to you as he held you tightly against him.

"Mine now. Mine. Please you good. Stay here." He hummed as started to buck into you.

"Harder…" You whimpered with each gentle thrust and begged him to go harder. He was happy to oblige you and he went hard and deep, using his many limbs to pull and tug your body in a way that he hit your gspot and ground himself against your clit with each thrust.

"So good… Warm, tight…" Peter pressed your body flush against his as he kissed you. It felt strange, but nice, feeling the way his tongue slithered around and how his lips melded with yours so easily.

You could feel his cock pulse harshly as he howled and let go of your mouth to bite down on your neck again. He felt you come undone as he pistoned into you and pumped you with more venom as he came inside of you. You felt his hot seed fill you up and leak out, but he didn't seem to be finished yet.

You could feel his cock swelling as he fucked you and kept filling you up with his come. You whined as he let your arms go to wrap his around your body as he snarled and kept going. All you could do was cling to him, one hand digging into his back, the other fisting his hair tightly as he pounded hard into you.

He spent a good thirty minutes like that in a relentless assault on your body. You were delirious the entire time, gasping, moaning, screaming for him to give you more. When he was finally finished with you, he didn't pull out. Instead, he wrapped you close to his body with his webbing, keeping himself firmly planted inside of you as he made sure you were comfortable.

You were so tired and whatever venom he put into you left you sleepy and unwilling to move. He made a pleased purring noise as he crawled along the ceiling down the hallway to your room. With barely a noise, he made a nest at the top of your four poster bed and cradled you in his arms for a long while.

***

You woke up suddenly, feeling confused and very sore. Your head was on something hard and fleshy, and you could hear a steady heartbeat and breathing. You lifted your head and went to move, only to find that you couldn't.

Not only were you bound to whoever was underneath you, they also had their painfully large and hard cock buried inside of you. You whimpered as you tried to tug on the webs, finding them not cooperating at all and they were just sticking to your fingers. You looked down and saw the man responsible for your current predicament.

Peter Parker, the Spider-Man turned Man-Spider. He was snoring peacefully, a fine line of drool on his chin with messy and tussled hair. With his eyes closed, his face looked peaceful and almost completely human, but you knew better. His six arms definitely were a dead give away, two of which were firmly wrapped around you.

You suddenly heard a thud outside of your door and you panicked, thinking your father had come home earlier than expected. You struggled for a moment, getting frustrated with how Peter seemingly stayed out cold while you freaked out.

How would you explain this to Stephen?

Oh hey, dad… So uh, your friend that you thought had died, he, well, just showed up last night looking for you, and um… We banged and he now has me hostage in my own room with his dick. While hanging in a webby nest above my bed.

Yeah, no. That wasn't gonna fly with him, and you knew it. You quickly leaned over Peter and grabbed his face.

"Wake up!" You tried unsuccessfully to wake him, but the jostling around seemed to be working. You moved your hips, gasping when his cock twitched and plumped up even more.

"Peter, please. Please wake up. I think my dad's outside the door!" You hissed as you slapped him awake. He sat up, confused and growling for a moment, until he saw it was you.

"Whaaat?"

"My dad. He's come home." You said again. Peter's face twisted into a look of worry and he looked down to see why you were panicking.

"Shit. Sorry." He apologized and cut the webbing that was holding you to him. You managed to get off of him, with a whole bunch of come rushing down your legs and to the bed below. He quickly twisted and allowed you down to the bed, and you plopped yourself down, already going to make the necessary hand motions to clean yourself and the room up. Peter sat perched on the edge of your bed, naked and curious as you frantically summoned your robes and sorcerer attire.

You heard a knock at the door, and you quickly went to it to stop it from opening.

"Are you alright, my dear?" Came your dad's voice as you slammed the door shut on him, just narrowly missing his fingers.

"Yeah. Sorry. Everything's alright. I'm naked. Don't come in." You stammered quickly as you locked the door. You heard him huff and back up.

"My apologies. I was just worried is all. You're normally awake and about before I am."

"I, uh, was up late last night watching that movie I got. I slept in, because of it." You said as you looked around for Peter's clothes.

"Really? It's noon. That's not like you at all."

"I'm fine, dad. Really."

"Well I need to discuss something with you."

"Yeah, sure, whatever ya want. Just give me a minute." You said as you went over to Peter and pointed at the bed.

"You stay here. Please don't go anywhere until I get back. Understand?" You asked him and he nodded as he crawled under your blankets and huddled there.

You turned to the door and almost thought about opening it, but instead you decided to use your Sling ring and you appeared behind your father. He whirled around and gave you a hard stare.

"Why didn't you use the door?"

"I, uh, it's a mess in there. Underwear and lady stuff strewn about. I was reorganizing my room-" You suddenly stopped talking when you noticed your father was holding up Peter's suit in one hand, and a ball of your shredded clothes covered in webs in the other.

"Uh, huh… Really, now?" Stephen asked slowly, one brow raised as you tried to outright lie to him.

"Um… I can explain."

"I think you'd better. Why was Peter's Spider-Man suit hanging on the chandelier, and your ripped and torn pajamas strewn about the sitting room meant for my guests? The room is covered in webbing, and there's a trail straight to your room." His tone was firm, but also full of concern.

You could tell he was worried for your safety, given that the last time had seen Peter was when the man had two arms on his suit and not six. You knew you'd have to come clean right then and there. Your dad has his ways of finding things out if you refused to talk.

"Well, I, uh… Peter came by looking for you last night… And…" You chewed on your lower lip and heard some scuttling inside your bedroom, and then the unmistakable sound of the toilet flushing.

"He's in your room, isn't he?" He softly asked and you looked down at your boots.

"Yes."

"Did he force you to do anything you didn't want to do?"

"No."

"Okay… Did he hurt you? Your neck is red, but your robes are hiding the rest of it." He asked as his hand came up to turn your head away so he could get a better look.

"He, um, bit me. But I'm fine. I feel fine. It's just tender there." You sheepishly said. He hummed and let go of you.

"I'll need to run some tests on you today. For now, go collect Peter, get him dressed, and coax him out for some food. I'm sure he's hungry." Your dad said and he handed you the items.

"I fixed your pajamas, by the way." He added and he turned away

"Okay… Thanks, dad."

"Oh, and sweetheart?"

"Yeah, dad?"

"I hope you used a protection spell." He said, then he left down the hallway.

You had not used any protection spells, and you felt yourself worry as you went back into your room.

Peter was sitting on the bed, looking out the window.

"He knows. He pissed." Peter muttered. You went over and smoothed your hands up his back. He chittered and leaned back as you ran your nails through his hair.

"He knows. He's not pissed. He wants you to come downstairs to have breakfast with us. Please?" You whispered into his ear and kissed his cheek. He sighed happily.

"Not scared?"

"Of you? No. I'm not scared of you at all."

"Did bad last night. I'm sorry."

"No, Peter… You did good. Very good. I was very pleased with your performance."

"I stay? With you?" He turned towards you, his eyes hopeful.

"I'll ask my dad, but we both know he will say yes. He misses you, you know." You assured him as Peter pulled you into his lap.

"Thank you. I need… Help."

"We will figure this out, Peter. My dad's the best wizard in all the land. If we can't fix it, that's okay. You can stay with us as long as you need to."

"Never want to go. Stay here. With you." He buried his face into your neck and inhaled softly.

"Okay. Can we get you dressed?" You asked and he nodded.

"Do you want me to conjure up some proper fitting clothes? Or do you want your Spider-Man suit?"

"Clothes. Please. Sweat pants. Tee-shirt." He requested and you smiled. You were about to summon some clothing, when he bit into your neck and pumped you full of his venom again. You gasped and he pushed you back onto the bed.

"Peter… What are you doing?" You whispered as you began to heat up and ache for him.

"One more taste…" He rumbled as his hands made quick work of your robes and skirts.

"Peter, if you fuck me again, I won't be able to walk! Dad's waiting and- Ooohhh…" You tried to reason with him, but he had buried his face into your mound quicker than you could stop him. You felt him spread your legs wide and holding them down with one set of arms, while another spread your lower lips out.

"Just a taste." He growled, and his last set of hands came up to your lower abdomen and he pushed down. You gasped as you felt his come from the previous night leaking out of you. He purred in delight and started to lick at your folds vigorously.

He was quite good with his tongue as he pushed it inside and swirled it around. You whimpered and squirmed, hands diving into his hair as he groaned in pleasure, savouring the noises you made.

He latched onto your clit, and when you looked down, you saw him move one of his hands downwards towards your dripping pussy. He stuck a couple of fingers in and worked them against your gspot in the hopes that you'd come for him again.

"Peter, fuck, oh gods…" You panted and bucked into his face, with him slurping and drooling all over your pussy. He groaned and shifted, bringing another hand down to toy with your ass. You could feel him grab and squeeze your flesh as he dipped a thumb between your cheeks and pressed against your backdoor.

You whimpered as he moved his thumb and collected some of his spit, come, and your fluids, then he slowly prodded inside, getting his thumb in right to the second knuckle. You moaned and tugged on his hair, feeling an orgasm quickly approaching.

"P-peter… I… I'm…" You breathed, and he started to suck harder as his tongue rolled all over your clit. You felt thr pads of his fingers pressed hard against your gspot, and you came so hard that you squirted.

Peter snarled and hungrily lapped up your juices as he kept his fingers working. You were shaking badly as he coaxed two more out of you, before letting you go to rest for a moment.

"Taste so good." He grunted while licking his fingers. He had one of his hands fisted around his cock, tugging it lightly. You stared at him while you twitched and tried to catch your breath.

"Peter…" His name came out as a silent plea, and he grinned at you wickedly.

"More. Need to feel you." He husked as he crawled back over top of you. He lifted your hips and wedged himself between your legs, his cock nudging at your entrance. You sighed as he pushed in and slid all the way back.

This time he was rough right off the bat. He held you down and fucked into hard and fast, shaking the bed and slapping the headboard against the wall. He snarled as you started screaming, and he jammed his fingers into your mouth to quiet you. You almost gagged, but managed to hold on as he dug himself in deep and kept going at that furious pace. You heard one of the legs of your bed snap, and Peter paid no attention to it. He merely went harder, feeling you shake underneath him as you came again.

"Good girl. Good f'me. Mine." Peter grunted as he reared back and propped himself up with two hands, while the other four held you close. You were seeing stars and your body was crackling with pleasure as your pussy squelched obscenely with how fast and hard he was fucking you. You were sure your bed sheets were ruined, not that you cared much. A simple spell could fix it later.

"Say it." He growled and you barely understood what he was asking.

"Say you're mine." He tried again, this time his hand coming to cup your face. You moaned, eyes watering as another orgasm ripped through you.

"I'm yours, Peter. Yours…" You sobbed against his shoulder as he growled and bit into your neck again. You convulsed and felt him come hard, painting your insides with his thick fluids.

"Good. Yours. Yours now." He huffed and rolled over with you onto your side. He breathed softly and brushed the hair from your face.

"Are you telling me that you're mine, now?" You quietly asked. Peter nodded and cuddled closer.

"Yes. Yours. Keep you safe. Keep me safe." He sighed and you smiled gently.

"I'd like that very much." You said and kissed his cheek. He purred and trilled for you as he nuzzled your neck.

"Can we please go down and see my dad now? He's been waiting for thirty minutes." You softly asked. Peter suddenly blushed and hid his face.

"Embarrassed. Doc won't be happy."

"Hush, now. He knows what's happening. If he thought you'd hurt me, he wouldn't have gone downstairs and left you with me. It is time to get your dick out of me, okay? You want more sex, you'll have to wait until after we eat." You patted his shoulder and he whined in protest, but slowly let go of you and pulled away. You felt him slip from your cunt, his come leaving a huge mess and a dull ache between your legs.

"Okay. Hungry for food now." Peter said with much enthusiasm as he gathered your clothes and brought them to you.

"Thank you. Try to behave at the dining table." You said and used your magic to clean and dress the both of you. You tried to get up and move, but found your legs refused to cooperate. Peter made a small concerned sounding noise and he came over to lift you up into his arms.

"Oh, thank you… I don't have a cool cloak like my dad."

"Don't need one. Got me." He murmured as he took you out of the room and made his way down the hall. You sighed, enjoying the way he carried you with very little effort. You didn't bother to get out of his arms when he stepped into the kitchen and nervously looked at your father.

"Took you two long enough to get down here. You're lucky I can control time, and kept the food hot. Now put my daughter down, Peter, and take a seat. Sweetheart, you might have to help him." Stephen said as he started to fill his plate. He said nothing about the bruises and the hickies to either of you. Peter ate his food in silence and when he was done he looked at Stephen, opening his mouth to speak.

"Don't bother, Peter. I'm not mad. All that I ask is you behave, if you know what I mean."

"What does that mean, dad?"

"It means he better not hurt you, kill you, or break your heart."

"So that means he can stay and we can try to help him?"

"Of course. We can make things easier for him and get his speech patterns back, but I don't think I can permanently reverse his new form without more research. I'll have a chat with Reed, Tony, and Hank, see what we can get going."

"Oh, I almost forgot. Peter says it was Harry Osborn that did this to him." You added quietly.

Your father saw red and he smashed his fist on the table.

"That little fuck is gonna pay."

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Note:

That's it. That's what I wrote today. Fucked up and horny shit. I was high on edibles. Blame the weed. Enjoy.

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Credits:

No one proofread this for me. I banged this out in one day.

Original post that caused this fic to happen. @refairy

I know they wanted to write this, but this hit me so damned hard and I needed to write my own. I hope you like it.

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[anyca786]

MID NIGHT FOOTSTEPS

Mom!Reader x Dad!Doctorstrange

Summary: On a stormy night, unexpected little footsteps knocks on your door

Rain lashed against the windowpanes, each boom of thunder punctuated by a flash of lightning that momentarily illuminated the room. Curled up under the duvet, you snuggled closer to Stephen, his warmth a comforting presence against the storm's fury outside. The day had been draining, filled with mystical mishaps and interdimensional threats, but here, in the quiet sanctuary of your bedroom, a sense of peace settled over you. Just as your eyelids began to droop, a tiny whimper broke the silence.

The bedroom door creaked open a sliver, revealing a silhouette framed by the hallway light. It was your daughter,Sofia, clutching her well-worn Spiderman toy tightly. Her lower lip trembled, and her big eyes welled up with unshed tears.

"Mommy?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the storm's din. You opened your eyes and reached out, beckoning her closer. "Hey, baby," you said softly. "What's wrong?"

Sofia shuffled towards the bed, burying her face in your side. "Scared, mommy" she mumbled, pointing towards the window with her free hand.

A rumble of thunder echoed through the room, followed by a particularly bright flash of lightning. Sofia flinched, her grip on Spiderman tightening.

Stephen, who had been woken by your daughter's whimper, stirred beside you. "Hey there, sweetheart," he said in a gentle voice, reaching out to stroke her hair. "What seems to be the trouble?"

Sofia peeked at him from behind your arm. "Stormy, daddy," she whimpered. A small smile played on Stephen's lips. "Ah, yes, it seems Thor is having a bit of a tantrum tonight," he said playfully.

Your daughter giggled slightly, a welcome sound amidst the storm's roar. "How about you come cuddle with us?" Stephen suggested, patting the empty space beside him. "Spiderman can protect us all from the scary thunder."

Your daughter's eyes widened. "Really? Daddy"

"Absolutely," Strange chuckled, scooting over to make room. He patted the space beside him. "Come on, climb in."

With a shy smile, Sofia climbed onto the bed, crawling between you and Stephen. You wrapped your arm around her, pulling her close, while Stephen placed a protective arm around both of you.

The rain continued to lash against the window, but nestled between your parents, your daughter felt safe and secure. Her eyelids drooped, and her breaths became slow and even.

"See?" Stephen whispered, his voice barely a murmur. "The storm can't touch us here."

You leaned in and kissed the top of your daughter's head. "We're all here, baby. Nothing to be afraid of."

As the storm raged on outside, inside your little haven, peace reigned once more. The rhythmic patter of rain became a lullaby, and the flashes of lightning a gentle nightlight, all thanks to the love and comfort of your family.

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[geeky-politics-46]

Naughty Or Nice?

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[waywardcrow]

Timeless.

Chapter V.

Summary: 1943. 1975. 2024. Three different decades, three different lives, three different times your life and Bucky's interwined; he lost you twice, will he do it again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader.

TW: It can change each chapter but themes of Bucky as soldier in WWII and as the Winter Soldier in general, lots of feels, a little bit of angst, fluff, two cuties pinning after each other, 40’s!reader is mentioned to be named Beth but that changes for 2024 version of her so I nicknamed her little bird for Bucky, Ace for everybody else, this will be a +18 story so minors dni.

Disclaimer: Please remember english is not my first language so if I make a mistake or forget something let me know.

Pictures from pinterest and graphic and dividers by the amazing @ firefly-graphics so all credits to the creators.

Previous chapter <;<<

Harper sent you the most astonishing suit you had ever seen.

The color complimented your skin tone, the cut was clean and highlighted every part of your body you liked; she left a note on top too.

“This is your new beginning, Ace, go get them.”

It made you smile, still you didn’t wear it, the suit was too expensive. Your choice was one black plain pencil skirt, white blouse and simple heels. Your makeup and hairstyle wasn’t too special also, you wanted Pepper Potts to see what you were capable of beyond your fashion choices.

After making your way to the tower and making all the procedure, you met your new boss.

“Maria is going to give some training and we can get some things done as we start working together” the ginger woman said behind her desk, you gave a nod and she smiled “relax; you’re going to do great.”

You didn’t know how to relax; it wasn’t in you to be able to do it.

Maria Hill, an intimidating but efficient woman, made you sign a confidentially contract which was fine with you, you were given an enormous pile of information that made you believe you were not qualified enough for this.

“Thank you miss Potts- Pepper” you rectified, giving her a list of her things to do “miss Van Dyme is coming after lunch to discuss your partnership with Pym industries and Dr. Stephen Strange asked for an appointment tomorrow too, you have your daughter’s teacher reunion at ten so maybe after it could be a good time”

“It’s perfect, Ace” the happy tone in her words made you smile. After being so long stuck with someone who only made you feel stupid, it was nice to have some reassurance.

You both went about your day and the familiar environment of the office setting helped you to focus instead of losing it, you were working with the Avengers! Your folks barely believe it when you called them, in all honesty you almost couldn’t believe it too.

The day was easy, probably because Pepper wanted you to don’t give up and when you least expect it, it was time to go home.

“Are you sure miss- Pepper?” you asked for the millionth time, obviously going home before midnight wasn’t usual for you.

“I’m completely sure, Ace. Please go home and rest, tomorrow we have a great day” not very convinced, you did what she say and after saying goodnight you took your things and walk to the elevator.

When the doors opened your heart raced in your chest.

Sergeant Barnes smiled at you when you entered the elevator, giving you enough space between your bodies.

“Are you ok, miss?” his smile faltered and you tried to look less like an idiot.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, just tired” you lied “I didn’t see you all day”

In the moment your words left your mouth, heat rushed to your cheeks, what the fuck were you doing?

“I was working on something with Sam, he can be a pain in the ass sometimes” he explained without making evident how dumb you were being. The doors opened again and he walked with you to the entrance “are you going home or-?”

“Home” it was a whisper under the city noise but he could hear you perfectly.

“Maybe I could drive you there, if you want” it sounded crazy but he almost looked shy, like you were about to reject him. For a moment, the memory of your dreams about that boy smiling at you in the moonlight came back.

“Yeah, I’d like that”

It was the right answer, his face light up and it took you a second to remember how to breathe.

Bucky directed you to his car in silence which was a good thing because your head was a complete mess, what were you doing? There was no way you could deny you felt attraction towards him but it wasn’t like you were the only one, the man was breathtaking so you were just reacting to that, it was a complete different story to think something could happen between you two.

He opened the door for you with the same politeness he let you walk first out of the elevator and your hands shook a little. It was nothing, he was a gentleman, he came from the time gentlemen were a thing, for all you knew he probably had a beautiful girlfriend waiting at home, ready to welcomed him with mind blowing sex and plans of a future together.

Being the silly hopeless romantic you were, the thought made your heart ache.

“Did you forget something at the tower?” he asked again when he started driving, Bucky looked a little concerned about you so you tried to smile.

“I’m fine, sorry, just leave me near the next subway station”

“Why would I do that? You are not going to the subway and not at this hour, little bird, it’s too dangerous” Bucky was too affronted to realize his mistake but you weren’t.

“Little bird?”

For a moment you could see how his jaw clenched, like he was scolding himself but then it was gone and he gave you a boyish smile.

“It’s ok if I call you that? Just felt appropriate, you’re sweet and small and I don’t know” he shrugged before the light turned green and then you didn’t think about anything else but how perfect it sounded that nickname in his voice.

“I’m obviously small next to you Bucky, you grew up like ivy around a stone house, don’t ya think?”

The most melodic laugh came out of him and you weren’t in his car anymore, instead it was a tent surrounding you and the chill of the autumn air around you.

You started bickering like you knew each other all your lives, he asked you about your day and then you asked about his and what had him so busy with Sam which led to something very interesting.

“Alright, in my defense I don’t go around looking for old ladies to charm” he defended himself after telling you a story about a bingo night in Louisiana with Sam and a very nice old lady who gave him her number.

“You’re a heartbreaker, Bucky Barnes” you told him holding back your laugh, he was so cute when he was all flustered, you could swear you saw him like this before.

“I used to be”

He stopped in front of your building and the sad tone in his voice made you want to reach for his hand to comfort him, despite that your hand stayed still.

“I’m pretty sure you still are, maybe you don’t find the right lady yet”

His sky blue eyes found yours, making the air inside the vehicle heavy with unspoken words. His gaze never left your face; he looked like he was fighting with himself.

“I did find her, actually” Bucky finally said and your hopes crashed against each other.

“Oh” was everything you could say.

“In the 40’s, she was… she was gone shortly after I disappeared” his voice was barely a whisper but you could hear him perfectly being that close, this time your hand closed around his.

“I’m so sorry Buck” your jealousy was long forgotten, a silly crush was nothing compared to losing someone like that, when the details of his pardon were made public they said that he was believed to be dead when in reality he was captured a second time by Hydra, you couldn’t imagine how it was for his lover to lose him twice when he was alive and suffering and for him to lose the woman he loved with everything else that monsters took from him.

A heart crushing pain that was always there hit you, your soul aching for both of them, for the young soldier Bucky was, for the woman who surely waited until her last breath to see him again.

“Please don’t cry little bird, I didn’t mean to make you cry” he wiped your tears with his hands and your skin felt hot at the contact, why were you crying? God, he surely would think you were an idiot or a fake jerk.

“I’m fine, I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying” stopping was impossible but Bucky didn’t look at you like you lose your mind, instead he hugged you, rubbing circles in your back. His scent of leather and mint made you close your eyes and start to relax.

“Everything is ok little bird, you’re fine, I’m fine” he mumbled against your hair.

Taking a deep breath, you calmed down and put some space between you two.

There was concern in his beautiful face and that was normal after your behavior but there was also something more, something that made you both move towards each other before a honk startled you, making you fall from his arms.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Barnes, I don’t know what happened to me” you apologized, taking your purse before he could say anything and getting out of the car to your department.

You didn’t stopped running until the door closed behind you.

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