#Doctor Strange imagines

[ironstrange1991]

Distraction

+18 Smut

Pairing: Stephen!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Stephen is bored and you are the best distraction he could find in the moment.

Word Count: 2,7k

Warnings: Dirty talk, love bites, fingering, p in v unprotected sex, creampie.

A/N: This one is short. I haven't written og Stephen in a while and god I love writing him. He is definitely the best at dirty talk and being a teasing bastard. Anyway, I hope you guys like it.

Stephen was bored. Usually he could handle the endless meetings at the Avengers compound reasonably well, but he hadn't slept last night and had only been back from a mission two days ago. Furthermore, with due respect that Captain Rogers deserved, the calm and militarized way in which he spoke, exhaustively explaining every detail of things that Stephen already knew, was making him sleepy.

Stephen looked around at the huge conference table. Everyone was there, including you. Next to Stark as usual, typing whatever was on your laptop with a dexterity that always fascinated him.

He propped his chin on his hand, his eyes focused on you. It was certainly a more exciting distraction than Rogers and all his chatter.

Stephen and you met right there at the Compound when he started working with the Avengers on a few sporadic missions. You were Tony's new assistant, one of many who came to take Potts's place after she decided to retire from the position and stick to her duties as CEO of Stark Industries. However, they always gave up, but not you. You and Tony soon formed a friendship that went far beyond work and Stephen could only assume that was the only reason you stayed.

Anyway, Stephen would be eternally grateful to Stark for giving him, even indirectly, the opportunity to meet you. Of course he would never admit that.

He could say without a shadow of a doubt that the chemistry between you was instantaneous and after a few dates you engaged in a relationship that lasted two years. You lived with him in the Sanctum and you still worked as Stark's assistant and Stephen loved you. To be really honest about it, he was irrevocably in love with you and felt like the luckiest man in the world to wake up next to you every day.

You seemed to notice Stephen was staring at you because you glanced at him and smiled innocently.

Stephen smirked and moved his fingers quickly causing your computer screen to go white and a message to start writing itself.

I'M BORED

Stephen watched with amusement at the way you looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to what was written on your computer screen. You gave him a disapproving look and then grabbed your cell phone and typed a reply.

Stephen felt his cell phone vibrating in his pocket, he took it and read your reply.

FIFTEEN MORE MINUTES. BEHAVE YOURSELF.

Stephen's smirk turned into a grin and he moved his fingers again without bothering to try to be discreet.

MAKE ME.

Stephen watched your face turning slightly pink. You bit your bottom lip thinking of an answer.

STEPHEN STRANGE, WHAT DO I DO WITH YOU?

Stephen quickly moved his fingers to magically write a reply and when he did his eyes met Romanoff's who looked as bored as he was but managed to fake it better. She arched an eyebrow and glanced at you.

LET'S GET OUT OF HERE.

He turned his attention to you who seemed speechless at his suggestion, but before you could respond, Stephen got up and left the room.

You were looking towards the door and feeling all the eyes in the room on you even though you knew no one was paying any attention to you. You scribbled a message on a piece of paper and passed it to Tony.

I'LL BE BACK IN A MOMENT.

Then you got up and left right behind Stephen.

Tony read the paper and faced you leaving and his eyes met Natasha's. He waved his hand at her and she shook her head with a shrug. The two turned their attention to the end of Rogers' explanation.

You looked around in the living room and Stephen was nowhere to be found. You walked quickly down the hall looking everywhere trying to figure out where he had gone, then the door to one of the rooms opened and Stephen grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you inside. He pinned you against the door, cupping your face in his trembling hands and pulled you in for a passionate kiss.

"Stephen... I'm working and so are you..." You said when he finally broke the kiss to breathe, but he cut you off by kissing you again, this time with more tongue and teeth. His hands went down your body, one grabbed your breast over the silk shirt you were wearing, the other continued down grabbing the hem of your skirt and lifting it so that he had access to what he really wanted.

 Stephen loved seeing you in your skirts and shirts and heels. That made him even more crazy about you. So did your hair in a bun or ponytail as it was now leaving your long neck open to view and at the mercy of his lips.

"You call that work?" He breathed on your lips.

You moaned softly as his fingers touched your clit through your panties and his lips moved down to your neck.

"I'd rather do something more productive with my time."

You moaned softly as he pulled your panties to the side and thrusted his finger inside you.

"And seeing how wet you are, I'm forced to believe you agree with me."

You took your hand to the nape of his neck and cupped his face with your other hand while grinding your hips into his hand.

"This is inappropriate..." You whispered, however you pulled him to your lips again, thrusting your tongue into his mouth, moaning with the sensation of pleasure building between your legs as Stephen worked his long, agile fingers into you. . God, the things those fingers could do!

"I don't care." He said into your lips and lowered his mouth to your neck, biting, sucking on your skin until a purple mark formed and then moving on to the next spot.

You groaned surrendering to him "Fuck it! Just fuck me, Stephen."

Stephen let out a small giggle and pulled you onto his lap and you locked your legs around his waist. He carried you across the room and set you on the desk, his fingers moving impatiently and making the buttons on your shirt undo themselves. He pulled your bra down and licked your nipple, curling his tongue around the bud as he directed his hands to your skirt, lifting it impatiently and grabbing your waist with his other hand lifting you off the desk for a moment to hike up your skirt to your waist. He took off your panties and put them in his pocket.

Your hands were also quick to search for his belt, quickly unbuckling it and unbuttoning his pants and reaching inside his briefs and finally grabbing his cock, releasing and stroking it up and down which brought a moan from his lips

"Fuck, I love the way you touch me, Y/n. These hands feel so good around my cock, squeezing me so tight..." He moaned louder, turning his lips back to yours "Have I told you how much I love you today, sweetheart?"

You moaned softly into his lips as he began to fuck you with his fingers. The sound of it echoing through the silent room.

"Hm, not yet, but I'm ready to hear it while you cum in my mouth."

Stephen chuckled, replacing your hand with his own. "Unfortunately we don't have time for this, sweetheart." He gave a couple of jerks and then spit into his hand running the saliva over the tip of his cock and fitting himself better between your legs. When he finally entered you, you both moaned loudly and your legs locked behind his back.

"We still have a few minutes" You replied pulling him to your lips and smothering your moans in his mouth as he thrusted into you so hard the desk started to creak.

"Yeah? Now you don't think it's inappropriate, hm? I bet you were bored too. You know, all I needed was you to give me some distraction." He bit your earlobe teasing you.

Your hands grabbed his hair pulling at it a bit harder than necessary. "Is that what I am to you, Doctor Strange? A distraction?"

He groaned increasing his pace. Stephen wasn't exactly a fan of quickies, he preferred to take his time with you, but under the circumstances all he could do was hurry up before anyone noticed you two were missing.

"You know you are everything to me, Y/n, including a good distraction." He responded with a cocky smile on his face. "So good... So. fucking. good." He punctuated each word with thrusts so hard they rocked the desk backwards. You had to support yourself with one of your arms and when you did, you dropped some objects on the floor that you didn't know what they were, but the noise of it shattering on the floor made you both stop for a second and then both of you started to giggle.

"Do you know whose room this is?" Stephen asked reaching a hand between you to touch your clit. He moved his fingers in circles, eliciting a loud moan from your lips. Very loud.

"Shhh, they'll hear us, sweetheart. I need you to be quiet."

But it was impossible to be quiet when he was fucking you so hard and so good. His huge cock hitting your sweet spot every time.

Stephen kissed you desperately, you two were so close. Your lips went down his neck and you sank your teeth into his skin to contain another moan as he increased the movement of his fingers on your clit, synchronizing them with his thrusts that got faster and roughier.

"Fuck, Y/n, I'm gonna cum. Be a good girl and cum with me."

You cupped his face kissing him passionately "Make me." You teased repeating the words he had said to you minutes before.

Stephen bit your bottom lip and brought his hand to your throat, choking you, and literally started to pound against you. The skin hitting against skin sound plus your moans and grunts were so obscene. You two had no idea how loud you were being.

"Stephen... fuck I'm gonna c..." He interrupted you by sticking his tongue in your mouth, kissing you and moaning obscenely into your lips as he came inside you and you came with him exactly as he demanded.

"Fuck... you're squeezing me so tight..." He praised you, but you didn't have time to think on a reply or anything else because Clocky came flying and enveloping you both and an instant later the door opened and Tony stared at you both with a mixture of surprise and irritation.

"Please tell me you two are not doing what I think you are doing... on my desk."

Stephen didn't even turn to look at Tony before replying "Not anymore."

Tony groaned irritably "I liked that desk." He said leaving and slamming the door. "I'm working with a bunch of perverted teenagers..." You heard him say as his voice faded down the hall.

Stephen made sure to lock the door with a flick of his fingers this time and Cloaky flew away landing in a corner of the room.

Stephen rested his forehead on yours and you both started to laugh.

"I said this was inappropriate." You complained.

"And I said I didn't care." He responded, pulling out and conjuring a cloth to clean the two of you up.

"It's not you who will end up getting fired." You shot back coming down from the desk and pulling down your skirt. Stephen was buckling his belt and gave a dry chuckle. "Stark likes you too much to fire you for any reason, sweetheart."

You buttoned up your shirt quickly and then casted an accusing look at Cloaky "He was here the whole time? Watching us!"

Stephen gave a small laugh and came towards you, gently tucking some stray hairs behind your ear. "He?"

"I imagine it as he. You don't?"

Stephen tilted his head thinking "I never thought about it." He ran his thumb around your lips, wiping away the excess of lipstick. "Anyway, I think we have to thank it for not letting us traumatize Stark even further."

You giggled locking your arms around his neck "I love you, Stephen Strange." He grins "And I love you, sweetheart. More than anything."

He kissed you softly and you used your shirt sleeve to wipe his lipstick stained lips.

"Thank you" He thanked giving your lips a little peck.

"I think it would be even more embarrassing if you walked out of this room with your lips full of lipstick."

"You're assuming I'm walking out of this room. The meeting is over. I'm going home."

You shoot him an angry look. "My shift isn't over for two hours and if that means I have to walk out that door, you're definitely going to come along with me. I don't need to remind you that it was your bad idea, right?"

Stephen giggled "Didn't seem so bad five minutes ago, did it?"

You bit your bottom lip "Don't be cocky." You said slapping him on the shoulder and grimacing. "We have to go."

Stephen used his magic to put all the objects back in place and restore the glass on the picture frames you dropped on the floor. Cloaky flew up to him and latched on to his shoulders and you were both grateful that there was no one in the hall when you left, but the gratitude soon faded when you reached the living room and were greeted by giggles and whistles. Of course Tony had told everyone what he had seen.

"That's it, Doctor. Life is short." Wilson teased to which Stephen retorted "If you keep teasing me yours will be."

Sam laughed even harder.

"The thing is, out of so many places, you guys had to do your magic right in my office room?" Tony asked, but you could see in his face that he wasn't mad. Not really.

Thor laughed loudly and you felt your face turning red.

"Okay, that's enough. Let's leave them alone." Nat said smirking at you. "You missed the end of Rogers' explanation. He is upset."

Steve raised both hands "It's okay, I... understand."

"Really? I thought the only thing you still did in bed was sleep." Tony teased.

"I know a girl who can answer that question for you, Tony." Steve answered.

"Leave me out of this!" Sharon defended herself and you couldn't help but laugh at the whole situation. That was your family, your friends and you loved them even if they were a bunch of idiots at times.

"Okay, the show it's over. I really need to go now, sweetheart" Stephen said squeezing your hand and placing a quick kiss on your lips.

"See you at home." You said watching as he opened a portal and walked through it.

"See you guys." He closed the portal leaving only sparks behind.

"Okay, now you're going to have to tell us: is the magic man really that magical?" Natasha asked teasing you and everyone laughed again.

You felt your face getting hot, but smirked "He is. He's very magical."

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[heliads]

I have a request for dr strange

The reader is helping defeat thanos but he doesn’t want her out there with the team and is worried about her getting hurt

dr strange my beloved

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You are going about your business as per usual when the man crashes through your roof. Your first thought, other than the expected startled response, is that you’re fairly sure this shouldn’t have happened. Surely the New York Sanctum would have at least a few spells to make sure it couldn’t be crushed by falling humans, right? And, if not, can you add some, like, now?

You reluctantly stop the spell you’ve been casting and start to make your way down the main staircase. The receiving area of the Sanctum is now a mess, with dust choking the area from the gaping hole in the ceiling. The falling man managed to punch through the ground as well, and you stand at the edge of the chasm, looking down at him somberly. 

He’s a strange man, no doubt about that, although you have to admit that any man who finds himself capable of becoming a human asteroid would be strange. For one thing, he’s got no shirt, and is now looking around himself feverishly. His skin is tinted a pale green, not just from nausea, although it’s starting to fade as he gets better control over himself. 

You click your tongue thoughtfully. “Stephen should hear about this,” you say aloud. 

Although you mostly meant to keep the concern to yourself, a voice still answers from behind you. 

“Stephen had already heard about this. It was kind of hard to miss the sound of our roof collapsing.”

You chuckle at that, and turn to see your boyfriend descending the stairs. Stephen Strange may be the Sorcerer Supreme, but you swear his best gift is still at sarcasm. 

You gesture a hand towards the man, as if this was somehow your doing. “What are we supposed to do with him?”

Stephen glances at the man with the air of someone who’s accidentally opened the door too long and allowed a moth to fly inside his home. “Well, get him out of the Sanctum floors, I suppose. Maybe question him after that.”

You nod solemnly. “Sounds good to me.”

The man has barely begun to start shuffling around in the crater of his own creation, and his voice rises in shock as you open a portal around him. The man falls through the ring of glowing sparks and ends up a few feet away from you. If anything, this makes him look even more surprised, although you fervently believe that he should at least thank you for retrieving him. 

His voice is stammering at first. “Uh—ah—where am I? Who are you?” Then he gains confidence, but an exhausted sort of confidence that makes it clear he’s been through enough trouble that he can’t even bear to think about normal social constructs anymore, too terrible is his level of stress. “Something is coming. Something bad.”

You exchange glances with your boyfriend, then Stephen steps forward. “What do you mean, ‘something bad?’ What’s bad?”

The man rubs a tired hand over his face, although it only serves to smear the grime around. “Thanos. Thanos is coming, and he just killed, like, a bunch of Asgardian gods. Oh man, we’re so screwed.”

Eventually, you’re able to get a little more out of him. The man is Bruce Banner, also known as the Hulk. Stephen manages to remain neutral about that, despite the fact that you’ve definitely heard him ramble on about Dr. Banner’s incredible work with gamma radiation at least a couple times before. You suppose that the current predicament is enough to convince anyone to set aside their idols for the time being. 

The current predicament, as it turns out, kind of sounds like the end of days. Thanos, some massive alien, is coming to Earth with an army to wrest the last few Infinity Stones from the people protecting them, regardless of the cost. Seeing as one of these very infinity stones is currently hanging around the neck of your boyfriend, you’re obviously not too thrilled about the whole idea. 

Besides, in the event that Thanos succeeds, he’ll carry on his mission to destroy half the life in the universe. That’s unthinkable. Banner is calling in a couple friends from the Avengers, and after that you’ll have to come up with some sort of game plan to prevent all of this from happening. The only problem, of course, is that this sounds pretty much impossible. Wherever Thanos goes, he wins. Always. Who are you to think that your planet will be different?

You still have about half an hour or so before all of the players in this grand game start to come together, so you do your best to distract yourself by getting ready. Wong is already out alerting the other Sanctums, although he’ll come back once you and Stephen get Tony Stark. Right now, you just need a little more time to get everything in order. Once Stark gets here, you’ll start rolling for real, and everything has to be ready. There will be no time for tracking down spells once the Avengers start to come together.

Speaking of which, you should make sure you’re able to get in contact with Tony Stark when the time comes. You reach for your sling ring so you can make the portal at a moment’s notice, but it’s gone. For a moment, your mind lances with confusion. Could you have dropped it somewhere, or left it back at the library?

A more likely story occurs to you a moment later, and you turn yourself towards finding your boyfriend instead of finding more sources of magic. Stephen is prepping Banner on what they’ll do when Thanos comes, although he follows you out into the hall once you gesture that you need to talk.

Once in a separate room, you fold your arms across your chest and stare Stephen down. “You know, I just realized that my sling ring is missing.”

To his credit, Stephen does his best to pretend he doesn’t know what you’re talking about. At least he commits to the act. “That’s upsetting. Did you leave it back in your quarters?”

You arch a brow. “No, I didn’t. You know what would be really crazy is if you took it from me because you were afraid I’d get too involved in your plan to take down Thanos.”

Stephen’s gaze takes on a minute shade of panic. “Yeah, that would be crazy, wouldn’t it? It’s a really good thing that isn’t the case.”

You give him a look, and he sighs. 

“Alright, alright. I took it. Look, I just can’t have you getting hurt, alright? The more Dr. Banner talks about this Thanos guy, the more I’m realizing that we really don’t have a good chance at winning. I cannot lose you, Y/N.” Stephen confesses.

You reach out impulsively and take his hand. After all this time, Stephen’s gaze still flinches to his fingers; they may have healed or at least grown more functional with magic, but he still can’t push that ill-fated car accident out of his head. Despite all his bravado, his shiny spells, and his relentless ego, there’s still a man inside that is terrified that he isn’t anything he claims to be. Sometimes, you swear Stephen looks at himself in the mirror and only sees a fraud, the same broken freak who hadn’t even been able to pull himself out of his wrecked car.

That may be why he’s so afraid to lose you, but it’s still not an excuse that you’ll allow. “You’re forgetting that I have a say in this too, you know. I am still a Master of the Mystic Arts, and that means Thanos should be far more scared of me than we are of him.”

Stephen sighs. “It’s easy to say it, but what happens when we’re actually out there? You heard Dr. Banner, the guy slaughtered a ship full of Asgardians like they were nothing. Those were actual gods with actual powers, too. We’re just human, Y/N, we have no immortality to save us. How are we supposed to fight something like that?”

You do your best for a reassuring smile. “We fight it the same way we fought Dormammu or Kaecilius or any number of the other world destroying foes we’ve faced in the past: with hope. This could go awfully, but I’d rather know that I did something to try and stop the apocalypse. If I have to sit here by myself and gather dust while you risk your life, I’d never forgive myself.”

“I’d never forgive myself if you died,” Stephen counters, “What about that? What happens when you do something stupidly heroic like sacrifice yourself to save the lot of us, and I have to return here and know that it was all my fault? How am I supposed to live here and remember you in every spell I cast?”

You squeeze his hand gently, but your stare is resolute. “I suppose the only solution is that I still fight but don’t die. I’m perfectly willing for that to happen. In fact, it’s the only solution I’ll tolerate, so don’t give me that look. Stephen, we are both doing this. We’re sorcerers, and that means we fight, both of us, so we can make a world that’s safe for later. I am glad that you care about me, obviously, but I’m not backing down from this.”

Stephen’s lips thin. “You’re incredibly obstinate sometimes, you know that?”

You flash him a smile. “I learned it from the best.”

That makes him chuckle, even though his face is still drawn from the stress of what is to come. “I’m just worried, alright? Worried we’re not going to win this one.”

You nod. “I know. Thanos is probably going to be the hardest enemy we’ll ever face, but at least we’re facing him together, right?”

At last, Stephen seems to accept this. “That’s right. Hey, if I have to go out because of a Mad Titan, at least my last sight will be you.”

You roll your eyes, although you’re smiling like a giddy schoolgirl. “You’re incredibly dramatic, you know that?”

Stephen steps forward and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I learned it from the best. Now come on, let’s sort this whole thing out before any more Avengers decide to aim their crash landing at the Sanctum. I think the roof can only take so many hits for one day.”

He brushes another kiss to your knuckles, then leads you out of this room. Truth be told, you’re just as scared of this fight as Stephen. Few enemies are ever as easy as they seem, and Thanos already seems like the end of days. Still, at least you have Stephen by your side. At a time like this, that is everything.

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[inactive-hellish-hyperfixation]

Happy early birthday | Stephen Strange x gn!reader

genre: fluff

requested: no

summary: Stephen Strange becomes familiar with the soft violin playing of his new assistant at the New York Sanctum, and falls. Hard.

a/n: I didn't plan out what gender reader was gonna be for this, so please let me know if there were any gendered terms i need to fix! Also, his birthday is November 18th. Also also, I'm considering making a second part to this, so lmk if thats something you'd like!

word count: 2.4k

To anybody else, the sounds of the violin echoing through the seemingly endless expanse of the sanctum may have been eerie. Scary, even. Doctor Strange wasn’t anybody else. To him, each stroke of the bow across the four strings was as close to heaven on earth as he could get. The melody flowed not only through the building but through his entire body, intertwining with each muscle and bone, filling him to the brim with relaxation and comfort. He never was very music-inclined, the only experience being in the OR when he played the song guessing games with the other surgeons to help pass the time, but this touched every musical cell in his body and brought them to life. 

It began when you became a resident of the sanctum. Mostly to be backup for when Stephen couldn’t be there, Wong assigned you to become an assistant to the master of the New York sanctum (you liked to call it co-master). It took a while for Stephen to drop his serious exterior around you, but considering the fact that the two of you spent the majority of your time together, it was hard for the man to keep it up. More than that, though, the sorcerer found that he had a weak spot for you. You who stayed up to greet him when he came back home late, waiting with drooping eyes and a smile just to make sure he was safe; you who reminded him to take breaks, eat, and stay hydrated throughout the day; you who healed his wounds when he came back from a fight bloodied and bruised; and finally, you who played the violin at late hours of the night so beautifully that it soothed the fear from his nightmares or relaxed him when his mind couldn’t shut off. 

The first time Stephen heard it, he had woken up in a cold sweat after having a recurring nightmare of the night of the car crash. He was disoriented for a few minutes, trying to catch his breath and calm down, when he heard it. It was soft and far away, as though it were coming from a room down the hallway, but it was there. It was so soothing he didn’t realize his breathing had regulated and his grip on the sheets had loosened. His first instinct was to get closer, to hear it clearer, to fill his mind up with the gorgeous melody, but his body was tired and he fell back asleep soon after laying down. 

The second time Stephen heard it, he was sitting at a desk in his room poring over a number of books he borrowed from the library at Kamar-Taj. It was late and he couldn’t help but hear your chastising voice telling him “you should sleep more, Stephen! You of all people should know how important sleep is as a doctor. Besides, you get even grumpier than usual when you sleep late.” He chuckled at the thought before his mind wandered off. He wondered if you were asleep, what you would be doing awake, what you were dreaming about, and generally thought about you until the sound of the violin wandered into his room. 

It sounded more like warm ups at the start. Notes ascending up then down with varying rhythms and speeds and a couple simple tunes like Twinkle Twinkle Little Star or Mary Had A Little Lamb. A few minutes of that passed by when the first piece began. He recognized it, though he didn’t know the name. Stephen leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, allowing himself to thoroughly enjoy the soothing melody. When that piece ended and another one began, he stood and left the room, determined to find the source and get closer to it. 

He tread softly through the hallway, following the sound of the now lively music. His search ended when he saw your form in front of the large circular window, body moving accordingly to what you were playing. You swayed slightly at slower parts, slightly dipped down as emphasis on heavier notes, and sometimes even did turns on rests, soft laughter becoming part of the music. Stephen couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He was captivated by the passion you exuded and the gorgeous melody that you produced. The moonlight and soft lamplight only highlighted the beauty of the scene as it hugged your form, making you look like you were glowing. 

He stood there and watched you play from beginning to end without a sound, and only after you began putting the instrument in its case did he snap out of it and approach you. He bathed you in genuine compliments and the two of you somehow ended up sitting together on Stephen’s bed with you talking about how you came to love the violin and him absorbing every word as though they were water and he were a man stranded in the Sahara Desert. A few hours later, Stephen woke to the sight of you still sleeping peacefully next to him in an undeniably funny, yet endearing because it was you, position.

That day was still fresh in his mind as though it were mere minutes ago. Every time he thought about whether that was because of how breathtaking you were or because it was when he realized he was in love with you, his answer was both. He fell in love with you and your playing months ago, but the flame burned brighter than ever. In fact, every interaction he had with you only added fuel to it. 

***

“Who pissed in your breakfast?” 

You were currently in a corner of the library tucked away somewhere in the sanctum, full bookshelves creating a nice secluded area and a large window allowing natural evening light into the room. You were standing in front of the wall, a couple pages of music sheets taped along it, and holding your violin. Stephen happened to find you while he was “looking for a book.”(In truth, he was looking for you as he hadn’t seen you in a couple hours and missed you, but he would never admit it.) His initial relief at seeing you in the library dissipated when he noticed the distressed expression on your face. 

“Myself, apparently. I don’t know why I can’t get this right.” You sighed and placed your instrument on the desk next to you before dragging the chair away from the desk and flopping down onto it. 

“How long have you been at this?” Stephen approached you and placed a tentative hand on your shoulder, noticing the exhaustion in your eyes and hair that looked like upset hands ran through them multiple times. You leaned your head back onto the chair and looked at him. 

“Not sure. A couple hours, I think? The sun moved a lot since I started.” Knowing the signs of overworking as a person who overworks himself, Stephen grew worried. 

“Have you eaten anything? Or at least drank some water?” Your eyes widened in the slightest, so small most people would’ve missed it, but he noticed. He grew more suspicious when you turned your head to look at the sheet music covered wall in front of you.

“Yeah, of course I have.” As if on cue, your stomach made a strange gurgling sound. You now turned your head entirely away from the sorcerer to the desk on your left. Stephen rolled his eyes and quickly portaled away. Just as you started questioning what he was doing, he portaled back with a few takeout boxes of food and two plates in his hands. It smelled amazing. Your stomach made another embarrassing sound. 

“Let’s eat.” 

It turns out that Stephen had popped into your favorite restaurant and bought dinner for the both of you, being somewhat lacking in the cooking department. Now the two of you sat at the desk, Stephen taking his time with his meal while you tried your hardest to not shove the entire plate down your throat. 

“Now that you’re less hungry, what’s so important that you worked on it for multiple hours straight with no break or food?” As a response, you stared at your food more intensely and shoveled more of it into your mouth for more time to think as you chewed. 

“It’s nothing. Just a piece I like, nothing special.” You decided to keep it vague, and the sorcerer obviously didn’t believe a word judging by the exasperated sigh that left his lips.

“You look worse than I did after spending 5 years in oblivion, y/n. Cut the crap.” You finally looked up from your food to make eye contact with the man sitting across from you. At first glance, he appeared to be irritated at the lack of a direct answer, but you knew better. You saw the worry in his eyes and in the furrow of his brow, and felt guilty for making him concerned about you. 

“Beethoven’s Romance in F major,” you mumbled and looked back down at your plate, unable to keep eye contact anymore.

“What? Is that the song you were working on?” The tone of his voice became a little softer, recognizing the hesitance in your voice at sharing this information with him. 

“Piece—but yeah. Beethoven’s Romance. It’s supposed to be played with an orchestra, but I changed it to make it an unaccompanied solo." You were avoiding the real point of practicing this piece in particular, and he knew it. 

"Why is it bothering you so much?" At this point, exasperation was entirely replaced with curiosity. 

"It's the 17th of November today." You said it as though the date was supposed to explain everything. It didn’t. 

"And? What does that have to do with anything?" At this, you finally looked back up at him and huffed, embarrassed to explain. 

"What can you give a man who has everything?" The confusion didn’t leave his face, so you huffed and steeled your nerves before continuing to explain. 

“That’s the question I’ve been asking myself for about a month now. Wong told me your birthday was coming up and I didn’t have any good ideas for a present, but I didn’t want to get you something shitty, I care about you too much to do that!” At this, Stephen raised an eyebrow and you felt your face get hot, but you pressed on. “So I decided to play something for you, since you say you like it so much.” 

“And you chose something called Romance?” 

“That, and Elgar’s Salut D’amour. Means greeting of love.” 

Silence followed your words and you risked taking a glance at his face, a million possibilities of what expression he would have running through your mind. Out of all of them, you never could have imagined the red that dusted his cheeks and soaked the tips of his ears. 

“You’re not very subtle, are you?” His lips turned up into a smirk, and a laugh followed. Not the mocking kind—he wouldn’t do that to you—but the kind that comes out instinctively when you don’t know how to react. You didn’t know whether that was a good thing or not. Subconsciously, your muscles tensed up even more and you felt tears pricking at your eyes. Looking away was the safest option in trying not to show your vulnerability. 

“Shit, I didn’t mean it like that.” You felt a hand fall shakily on top of your own. “Hey, look at me,” his voice was soft in comparison to the spoken words. With a deep inhale, you managed to force your head back into position to look at the man sitting across from you.

“I couldn’t ask for a better gift. Nobody’s ever even considered giving me something so personal and intimate before, and I couldn’t imagine it being anybody else.” The redness subsided only slightly, but the smile on his face went from amused to warm—maybe even loving. The hand that only lightly grazed yours now grasped it, trembling yet firm. 

“I… You like it? You don’t… hate me for it, or anything?” You asked tentatively, shoulders beginning to drop and tears no longer threatening to fall from your eyes. 

“I love it. Though, I could think of one thing that would make it better,” he spoke with a teasing tilt now, sensing that your anxiety was abating. “Tonight—now, if possible—do you want to go on a date?” At the words, you burst out into a wide grin.

“Absolutely not.” You pulled your hand away from Stephen’s and stood, placing your hands on your hips. The shocked look on his face only served to make the smile on your face bigger. “It’s not your birthday until tomorrow, and this is supposed to be a birthday present! Unfortunately for you, I don’t give early gifts.” You reached for his hands and tugged him out of his chair into a standing position, the man now wearing a smile that was smaller in size in comparison to yours, but held the same amount of bliss. You turned away, made a portal to his room, and lightly pushed him in. 

“You don’t get to listen to my playing until tomorrow, got it?” At this, the sorcerer rolled his eyes and pulled you into the portal too, holding you close with hands at your waist. 

“What about a preview kiss? Can I have one of those?” He leaned down until your faces were so close he could graze the tip of his nose against yours, and could feel your breath. Unsurprisingly, it smelled like dinner, but he couldn’t bring himself to care at that moment. You made a similar movement, leaning up until you felt the scratchiness of his facial hair, made a humming sound as an indication that you were about to bring your lips to meet his, and left a peck right on the corner of his mouth before pulling away entirely to step back into the other side of the portal. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” You waved, took in one last look at the Sorcerer Supreme standing there, arms wrapped around air, leaning down at an awkward angle, a dazed look on his face as though he hadn’t processed what just happened quite yet. Then you closed the portal. 

Stephen ended up staying in that position in the middle of his room for about a minute before finally unfreezing, and let out the most genuine laugh he’d had in a long while. Although he could’ve easily made a portal to go back to the library and get revenge on you, he decided to listen to your words and eagerly got ready for bed, mind racing with all the ideas of what he could do for his first date with you, his violinist. 

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

You’re an asshole, but you’re my asshole; Stephen Strange x reader

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well this was one of the first tumblr requests I had gotten since I started opening requests up. And with MOM now out, this fic was SLIGHTLY inspired by it plus Ep. 4 of Disney+’s WHAT IF...? And yeah it’s a long one but I hope the anon who requested this loves it in the end as well as the rest of you guys.

Warnings: SLIGHT SPOILERS OF DSITMOM (again nothing MAJOR just America Chavez and her backstory but if you’ve read the comics I guess it’s not really a spoiler? idk I’ll still include spoiler tags if need be), kidnapping, OBSESSIVE YANDERE STRANGE!! angst ends to fluff, talking sassy kitty-cat (you’ll find out).

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God Stephen Strange is the most arrogant, egotistical, hypocritical asshole that has ever walked the universe!  Always with me he’s gotta find some sort of flaw and compare it to his ex-lover? Partner? Whoever the hell she was, Christine Palmer.  Now I get you can’t ever really let go of your first love but come on Strange. You were the one who fucked it up and I was there to pick up the pieces for you.

And even once we managed to get together, you still had to compare me to her.  And even as you forced me to go with you to her own wedding (to SOMEONE ELSE MIND YOU!!) you had the gall to lie and say that you were happy.  Yeah I know when he lies.

When his hands flinch and try to clench up at his side and his adam’s apple bobs up and down quickly.  That’s how you can catch the great Doctor Stephen Strange in a lie.

And now once again after we got into a huge scuffle about something else.  He had the nerve to say to me that he wished he hadn’t screwed things up with Christine, cause then he wouldn’t have to be dealing with my constant nagging.  After giving him a hard falcon punch across the face that’s when I had stormed out of the London sanctum (since I am the Head Guardian of it) and stormed across the city.

I went over to my favorite cat café (yes a real cat café) and got my usual drink plus big chocolate chip cookies, all the while my favorite cat, a Calico named Demeter came up to me and she sat down in my lap.  She was a beautiful 6 year old cat that was tri-colored of black, yellow and white.  She had piercing green eyes and was the most skittish and cautious cats in the whole café, the owners even said that until I had come in, she never associated with anyone else but me.

As I broke apart my cookie but could barely enjoy it, my other hand was stroking down Demeter’s back.

“What else does he want from me De? Am I really not good enough for him? Is it the distance? I know that things have changed since he was last here but—is it the distance that’s forcing him to think about her? Or is it just me?” her tail curled up around her and her ear twitched as she just stared up at me.  “Must be nice to be a cat. No worries, no expectations. All you really demand is pets, food and a clean place to go to the bathroom.”

“(Y/n)?” I didn’t even need to look up to see who it was.

“I thought I told you to not come after me!” I snapped as I took a sip of my expresso.

“I—” he paused.

“What Strange? What do you wish to say to me now, hmm!?! Does my (h/c) not match up to her strawberry blonde or whatever the hell they call it. It’s red hair for Christ sake! Or maybe it’s the fact that I’m not a doctor and could never get the hidden jokes you both used to share.”

“No! No that’s not—You were right.” I looked up at him puzzled.  Okay now this is a first. Stephen never admits he’s right.  “I….I was a fool. Better yet I was an arrogant, shit-faced asshole who screwed up big time. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness but can you at least hear me out?”

I raised my brow skeptically at him but allowed him to sit down. At first he went for the chair next to me but I snapped my fingers and it moved away.  I then pointed to the one in front of me and he softly nodded in understandment.

“You have 1 minute.”

“Wow. You—really mean business don’t you?” he softly joked.

“50 seconds.” I snapped.

“Comparing you to Christine is—the worst thing I could possibly have done. And I shouldn’t have done that. It’s just….you never forget your first love.”

“You’re really not starting off on a good foot.”

“Wait, wait. You didn’t let me finish. I took you for granted and I should never have done that to you. To us. I’m sorry. From the bottom of my heart I am truly, deeply sorry.” I pondered and pondered on his word and I said.

“Well Stephen. Even through your stupidity and ‘ignore all rules’ attitude, that apology would make most girls fall to their knees and make them fall in love all over again. And I might’ve been one of those girls. If it was the real you.”

“What? What are you talking about? I am real, see?” he knocked on the table which produced a knock.  Behind my back I summoned out my Sais of the living Tribunal.

“I’m not saying you’re an illusion or a projection of Stephen Strange. You may have his face but you’re not him. Plus don’t think I haven’t noticed how frantic Demeter’s tail has gotten, or the fact that she’s met the real Stephen Strange and never acted this way towards him.”

Demeter let out an angry hiss before growling defensively whilst still in my lap.

“Now I’m going to say this one time. Who the hell are you and why do you have Stephen’s face? Are you a shifter from the Dark Dimension? Or a changeling sent by Nightmare?” at that moment the Stephen before me dropped the niceties and his voice grew into a more darker, menacing tone.

“You always were too clever. That’s what always drew me to you. Even in my own dimension.” Demeter immediately hopped off my lap and I stood up holding my sais toward him.

“No games! I want answers fraud!”

“I am as I appear my dear (Y/n). My name is Stephen Strange, just not yours.” His normal clothes then morphed into his sorcerer clothes, but there was a huge difference, even his face looked different.

Dark circles underneath his eyes, his beard was more gruff (like he didn’t trim it).  He almost looked like a ghost or a demon if anything.  His normal blue robes looked more dark purple with some black mixed in, but the biggest difference was the Cloak of Levitation.  The friendly, soft red material had been changed to a straight menacing black satin that almost appeared to have an edge about them. Even the collar was spiked upward almost or even stocking out past his head like a crown.

“The name is Strange Supreme. And I have traveled through multiple universes to find you. And at last I have.”

“What are you talking about?” I sneered.

“It would seem your Stephen takes you for granted. Whilst I and—” he trailed off, I saw a glimmer of what may have been tears (crocodile tear or not I couldn’t tell).  “In my universe, I had an (Y/n) (L/n). She—was my everything. My life, my heart, my soul. And I never took her for granted. Until the day she was taken from me. I’ve tried every spell, every ounce of magic to prevent her death but—she was gone. But now—now I see that if I can’t bring her back. I could find a new one to take her place.”

“Sorry to tell you this psychopath I’m not going anywhere. Especially not with—” my vision went fuzzy.  I shook my head briefly. “Especially not with—” suddenly I lurched forward dropping my weapons.

“I knew this would happen. I knew you wouldn’t be willing to come with me by your consent. So I slipped a small spell in your drink that would activate if you rejected my offer.” What? No but the barista was a she and she—hold on.  I looked up at him and I saw how he morphed into the barista for a split second to say in her Edinburgh accent.  “Sorry dearie, guess I might’ve made it a bit too sweet for yah.” Before he morphed back into himself.

“You…..son of a b……” I collapsed and my world went black.

*3rd Person POV*

Strange Supreme walked over to (Y/n)’s body and gingerly stroked her cheek.

“100 years and finally at long last. I have you once again at my side my beloved. And I swear, I will never let you go again.” He picked her up and before summoning a portal with just a simple thought and he walked through it holding an unconscious (Y/n) in his arms.

From the corner, Demeter watched intensely before she looked around and saw the aftermath of what this ‘Strange Supreme’ had done. All the coworkers were frozen in their spots and as for the other cats, they had all been knocked out and were in a deep sleep.  She raced towards the back (and by some string of luck) one of the employers had been frozen right by the door and had left it opened.

She dashed out and ran through the streets of London. Knowing of the stories ever since her favorite human arrived of the London Sanctum, she ran as fast as she could to the London Sanctum and when she got to the door, she proceeded to scratch at the door meowing as loudly as she could.

Inside the real Stephen Strange was now sporting an icepack as part of his recovery from facing the wrath of the current girlfriend.

“Hate to tell you this bruv, but you deserved it.” Taron, (Y/n) second in command born and raised in Wales said as he came passing by Stephen.

“Yes, yes I know. I’ve already been told that by half of the London Sanctum already.” Stephen snapped before sighed and holding the icepack close to his cheek.  “I don’t even know why I said it. I was angry and it just—”

“Slip of the tongue?” Taron replied as Stephen nodded.  “Look mate, when you blipped for five years. (Y/n) was a wreck. Especially after you two had recently gotten together. When you came back and all you thought about was Christine after Stark’s funeral, it really hurt her. She and your ex stayed here for the Blip, what made you think it was okay to think about your ex-girlfriend instead of your current one who had poured through every scroll, every page at Kamar-Taj to try and bring all who were blipped, mainly you, back?”

“Like she’s said. I’m an arrogant, selfish asshole.”

“And a number of other things but I’m keeping that to myself.” Taron muttered.

“Oi Taron!” a voice exclaimed.  A young blonde haired boy with piercing green eyes came running forward.

“What is it Ben?” Taron asked.

“Okay, umm….this is gonna sound crazy but you might wanna open the doors.”

“What?” questioned Taron.

“Look not even I can explain it just open the bloody doors.” The three men went down the steps to the front door and Taron waved his hand to unlock the doors and soon bursting in meowing frantically was Demeter. She lunged towards Stephen and leapt at him.  Awkwardly he caught her as she was meowing and pawing at him.

“You know this cat Stephen?” Taron asked.

“Hoe she’s not an ex too.” Ben muttered before snickering to which Taron kicked him in the shin.

“Demeter?” she let out a loud meow almost as if saying yes. “She’s one of the cats from the cat café (Y/n) liked to go to. But they—they never let you guys out at least not unsupervised.” She then started up her frantic meows and squirmed in Stephen’s grip.  He set her down and she paced around him, rubbing up against him and pawed at his boots, almost as if telling him to go.  “Okay this is insane, I’m talking to a cat. I mean it’s not like there’s a—” he paused before turning to Taron.  “Please tell me there’s a spell to make animals talk.”

“You…..want to talk to the calico?” Taron sounded out suspiciously.

“Look Taron I know it sounds crazy, hell even insane but trust me when I say this cat does not normally act like this unless something is really wrong. And I have a sickening feeling that there is, and that it involves (Y/n).”

“There might be something. Not necessarily Kamar Taj material but an old Inuit spell from America. The Ancient One kept various spells based on different cultures here in London due to our sophisticated filing system. Follow me.” Taron led Strange, Demeter and Ben into the archive wing of the library.

Taron levitated through shelf after shelf until he found the book of Inuit spells and skimmed through the book until he found the spell he needed.  Together with some basic ingredients like hair of creature needed, 2 tsp. of vinegar, 1 cup of water, 1/4th tsp. of food dye, a drop of honey and 3 grams of salt.

Taron mixed the ingredients together before pouring it into a cup.  The potion now looked like a liquid formation of Demeter’s fur pattern and he handed it to Stephen.

“Once you drink this all down, say these words exactly. I even phonetically sounded them out for you in case you couldn’t get it.” Stephen glared at Taron who merely shrugged and handed Strange the cup.

“The things one does for love.” He then downed the entire glass like it was a shot and grimaced at the taste.  He let out a couple of coughs before taking the paper from Taron and began to say the spell.  “Deila hér me. Dag eru nou rar vitur orum.”

They waited for a few minutes to see if anything would happen. And they waited, and waited, and waited. Stephen let out a growl before throwing the cup to the wall and snapped.

“The longer we wait the longer it’s going to take to find out what happened to (Y/n)!”

“Maybe we missed something, here Taron let me see the book mate.” Ben said taking the book.

“So I drank that nasty shit for nothing. Great, great just great.” Stephen snapped before sitting down in a huff.

‘No wonder why she can’t stand you.’ A female voice spoke up.  Stephen looked around but there was no female in the room, only he, Ben and Taron.  He then felt a light pressure on his lap to see Demeter standing on his lap.  She cleaned herself up before saying to Stephen again. ‘Not only are you too hung up in the past, but you’re too impatient. And I can see what she meant by your temper.’

“D-did you just……you’re talking?”

‘Well talking as in you can hear my thoughts, yes. How you ever became Sorcerer Supreme I’ll never know.’ Demeter hopped off his lap and onto the table, her tail wagging and curling up into a question mark point every now and then.

“Hold on Stephen, are you—”

“Shh!” he hissed at Taron and Ben before turning towards Demeter.  “Look I’ll let you insult me all you want later, what is it you came here to tell me?”

‘Normally I’d never go running for a human, but (Y/n) has treated me like a cat should be treated, and not like some fragile glass doll.’

“Focus! (Y/n). What happened to her?!”

‘Okay Mr. Pushy. Look, I couldn’t even explain it myself. The guy who took my (Y/n) looked just like you. Only if he hadn’t gotten some sun in all of his life.’

“You’re saying he looked like me?”

‘Yep. Right down to your weird, Stark-copy beard.’

“I do not have Stark’s—besides that. What else happened?”

‘It all happened so fast. My brothers and sisters had somehow been knocked out cold, and everyone became like the statues you see outside. Still and frozen. Then just before my (Y/n) could fight back, she was knocked out. I think he said he put something in her drink. Then they both disappeared into one of those portal things you guys always love to make.’

“Did he say why he wanted her?”

‘Something along the lines of wanting to find her after so long. If you ask me, the guy was eyeing her like how Butch eyes that mouse that’s been sneaking into the café. Like he really wanted her and was going to do anything to get her.’

“And that’s it?”

‘Next thing I did was find a way out to try and come here. Of course I was hoping it wouldn’t be you because you hurt her Stephen Strange. Big time!’ Demeter swiped at him with her paw and let out a hiss as she said that.  ‘If you don’t bring her back unharmed, you’re gonna regret ever having met me.’

“Alright. Alright.” Stephen stood up and faced Taron and Ben.

“What’d she say?” asked Ben.

“Take some sorcerers and investigate the café. I need to get to Wong and ask him if anything else has been disrupted since this look-alike has come into our world.”

“Wait Stephen are you suggesting that this is a Multi-versal threat?” asked Taron urgently.

“I can’t say for certain. But I can’t just let (Y/n) be kept prisoner from this other Strange.” He opened up a portal which had opened up to Kamar-Taj where Wong, and by sheer luck, America Chavez was also there standing close by.  

“Strange, what’s going on?” Wong asked.

“It’s (Y/n).”

“Tía (Y/n) is in trouble? What did you do now Stephen?!” demanded America.

“It’s a long story but it would seem we got a visitor from another world, and by world I mean multiverse. Another version of me kidnapped (Y/n).”

“And how do you know this was another you?” asked Wong.

“You’re gonna think I’m insane.”

“Not the first time.” Wong muttered.  Stephen glared at Wong and that’s when Demeter came through the portal right as it closed and she let out a meow.

“Aww what a pretty kitty.” Cooed America as she knelt down and tried to get Demeter to come over to her.  “Come here sweetheart, come here.”

“Don’t waste your breath America, Demeter doesn’t go to just any—” but Stephen was interrupted as Demeter actually walked up to America and nuzzled against her hand and let out a purr.

“Demeter. Like the Greek goddess of harvest and agriculture. Ohh that’s a beautiful name for a beautiful cat like you.” America said as she continued to pet Demeter.

“You mangey little—and why did it take you months to get used to me?!”

‘(Y/n) has talked about this girl a lot. Shown me pictures, plus she has a good aura. You however are too arrogant and reckless.’ Demeter said as she allowed America to pick her up in her arms and continued to pet her.

“Strange. Are you—talking to the cat?” Wong asked hesitantly.

“And Inuit spell Taron found in the London Sanctum.”

“Are you serious? There’s a Doctor Dolittle spell? I wanna try it!” America proclaimed.

“No, you don’t trust me. Alright now wait we’re getting off topic here!”

“Even if there were another Stephen Strange here, what would be want with (Y/n)?” asked Wong.

“I think I might know.” America spoke up.  The two men turned to her and she set Demeter down on a nearby table.  “Can you ask Demeter if he had a black cloak on? That was spiked at the end and collar reaching up to his head?”

‘Yes. Yeah it did.’ Demeter said as she sat down and stared at America.

“She said yes. America do—do you know this version of me?”

“Briefly. He uhh—when I jumped into his universe by accident, he promised he’d help find my moms, but only if I told him where to find his (Y/n).”

“Find her?”

“He told me of a battle he and his (Y/n) fought a long, long time ago in his world. I don’t really remember much of who this foe they fought was but—he told me that the fate of their world collapsing was at large. But his (Y/n) didn’t hesitate. She and their foe broke through their reality and ended up being lost in the multiverse. Just—just like my mamás.”

Wong and Stephen sighed heavily.

“I told him I couldn’t help him find her, and like others have in the past he tried to take my power but I quickly got the hell out of there and never went back.” She stroked Demeter’s head and Demeter nuzzled against America’s forearm to comfort the young girl.

“I know you said you’d never go back, but do you think you can take me there?” Stephen asked.

“Stephen you know the laws of what multiverse jumping could cause.” Wong warned him.

“Yeah, yeah, conversions of our worlds mending into a multiversal war. Not like anything we haven’t faced before. But tell me this, Sorcerer Supreme. Are you willing to let (Y/n) die or worse in that world should it perish because of what that Stephen Strange has done?”

Wong sighed heavily.  (Y/n) was his dearest friend, she saved his ass more times than he could count and now he had the chance to finally repay that debt, but would he risk two worlds potentially colliding that could either destroy one or both their worlds?

“You take the cat with you.” Wong said.

“What? Why?”

“Because that cat seems to knows to keep an eye on you and will keep you in line of you don’t.”

‘Oh I like him too.’ Demeter said as she walked over to Wong and let out a meow and raised her paw at him.  Wong extended a hand out and Demeter gave his thumb a soft lick and purred once more.

“Is this a gang up on Stephen day or what?” Stephen questioned out annoyed.

“Probably. Especially after what you said to Tía (Y/n).”

“I—how do you know that?”

“She’s always told me. Ever since we first met. When you were still butthurt over Christine. Like I said I’ve seen more of yous and hers together than you and Christine. Even the creepy yandere version of yourself.”

“Yan—what’s yandere?” Stephen asked.  America and Wong looked at each other and America spoke in Spanish.

“Should I?”

“It’d probably be best not to.” Wong responded back in Spanish.  “Now if you’re going to go into this other world you’ll need to get in, find her and get out. The convergence can happen by a simple change in two variants of the same person being there but the effect of the convergence actually happening can either be instantaneous or prolonged.” Wong explained.

“Well let’s hope it’s the latter. America, do you remember where this other world with this Stephen Strange is?”

“A bit yeah. But he could sense you coming before the portal even opens. He’s that powerful. Last time I went, he was at the exact spot I would land.” She said.

“Okay so brute strength and power isn’t going to stop him. Guess I’ll just have to outwit him and I am good at that.”  Wong and America looked at each other but chosen not to say anything.

“If the world you enter doesn’t start to collapse the second you arrive, give yourself an hour at most to find (Y/n) and then get out. America will open the portal for you to come through no later than that.”

“One hour, okay.” Stephen and Wong stood back as America stepped forward and she concentrated on summoning the portal to Strange Supreme’s universe.

“I’ll try to open it at this exact spot after the hour. And…..please be sure you have Tía (Y/n) before I do.”

“I’ll try. Come on Demeter.” Demeter hopped off and got up on top of Stephen’s shoulders and the two of them quickly hopped through the portal before she closed it behind her.

There was nothing but darkness surrounding them.  As Stephen walked along, soft creeks sounded off with each footstep.

‘Could you be anymore louder than you are right now?’

“Okay one more insult out of you and I will throw you across the room.” Stephen threatened her in a quiet voice.  She hopped off of Stephen’s shoulders and she sniffed around.

‘I can’t seem to find a trace of her scent.’

“Nothing?”

‘As I said, nothing. You sure we’re in the right place?’ As they walked further along they now stood before what almost resembled the main hall of the New York Sanctum, however the aura in it was dark and ominous.

Books were scattered all over the floor, candles by the mile decorated the floorboards ahead, and a large opening into what looked like a wormhole stood behind where the large window overlooked Bleeker street. As they walked along, Demeter suddenly stopped and she lowered herself briefly as she let out a soft but menacing growl.

“So……” a deep, gravely, possessive tone spoke.  Stephen turned around and soon a grand fireplace lit up and sitting in a large red chair was Strange Supreme.  “You did come.” Strange Supreme said.  “And you brought vermin with you.”

Demeter let out an anxious meow as Stephen stood in front of her and the cloak of levitation picked her up and hid her behind Stephen’s back.

“More like a friend.” Strange Supreme scoffed.

“My (Y/n) did adore strays. Cats especially were her favorite. Even when I’d tell her we couldn’t have one, they were always drawn to her. She even took care of one that looked exactly like the one you’ve got.”

“I didn’t come here to make small talk. Now where is she?” Stephen demanded.

“Surprised that you still care. Why don’t you just go back to your world, patch things up with Christine. After all that’s who you truly love right?”

“What I said was…..”

“A mistake? A slip of the tongue, a sudden outburst of anger.” Strange Supreme mocked as he stood up.  “I’ve seen her mind and her heart. You don’t know how good you’ve had it Stephen. Christine never treated us right, she never understood us, especially after our accident.” Strange Supreme showed Stephen the same scars on his hand from the car accident.  “But (Y/n) did. She picked up the pieces, she taught us how to love again, and to see the light in everything. And you threw her out like trash.”

“I came here for her didn’t I? If I didn’t truly love her, I would’ve turned away and tried to go back to Christine like you claimed. But no, I’m here. I won’t ask this again, where. Is. She?”

“The only (Y/n) that’s here is mine. I worked too hard and sacrificed soo much to find her.”

“Look, I don’t know if your (Y/n) looks anything like mine, but if she does, She’s not yours. Her face may be the same but it’s not her. Plus even if it was her, what would she say if she saw you like this?”

“It wouldn’t matter. She’s here with me now and I’ll love her and take care of her ten times better than you ever did.”

“You have a very sick way of showing it.” Stephen sneered lowly. Strange Supreme smirked wickedly as he chuckled darkly.

“Love makes us do strange and crazy things. But it’s all worth it in the end. So long as we’re together.” Stephen noticed how Strange Supreme was fingering what appeared to be a pearl ring on his left ring finger. An odd piece of jewelry especially given the fact that the pearl was scarlet red.

‘Oi Strange. You might wanna wrap things up here with whatever this lovefest is. I’m starting to sense this world collapsing in on itself.’ True to Demeter’s word, the wallpaper was starting to roll upward, the books starting to disappear page by page and the candle were slowly melting away.

Stephen turned back towards Strange Supreme and he told him.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been planning. I know you can sense it. Even if you do have her, your world is collapsing in on itself.”

“So it seems. But I could care less. The only world that matters to me is (Y/n) and I.”

‘God this poor bastard is even more delusional than I thought.’ Demeter said.

“Not if I find her first.” Stephen challenged.

“And how would you know where she is?”

“I just do. We are Doctor Stephen Strange after all, and if I know myself…..”

“I always got to be smarter than everyone else.” Strange Supreme finished.  “Well, produce her.” He challenged Stephen.  Stephen looked around until he saw what looked like a small secret doorway right by one of the bookshelves.

“You’ve hidden her behind that door.” He said pointing out to it. Strange Supreme then walked over to the small doorway mocking him.

“Did I, Stephen Strange?” he stood by the small door as Stephen now walked over to the chair where Strange Supreme was just sitting at.

‘Wait, I sense something.’ Demeter told him.  Stephen felt Demeter hop off his shoulder and she walked around the fireplace until she stood before a tall purple chair just across from the red chair. ‘There!’

Stephen looked carefully and saw a glimmer of what looked like the mirror dimension.

“Clever man.” He softly muttered.  He heard a rough cough and he turned to see Strange Supreme hunched forward as he coughed up a large black skeleton key into his hand. Strange Supreme turned towards Stephen with a questioning yet challenging look.  “Yep. Right there, she’ll be there alright.” Strange Supreme softly shook his head.

“You’re wrong Stephen Strange, she’s not there.” Strange Supreme hauntingly mocked as he unlocked the door to reveal an abyssal portal of dust and cobwebs.  “Now, to ensure you don’t take my (Y/n) away ever again.” He summoned from his robes, the black dagger of Yama (which had the power to send a person’s soul to the Underworld with just a simple knick of the blade).

“Just allow me to make this one final declaration before you ‘do me in’.” He then picked Demeter up in his hands and he said. “SHE’S NOT YOURS!!” and then as hard as he could, he tossed Demeter right at Strange Supreme.

She yowled and growled as she was thrown through the air until she landed on Strange Supreme’s face.  He roared and tried to get the calico cat off his face, but Demeter held firm scratching and biting every square inch of his face.

Using this as a distraction, Stephen quickly unlocked the purple chair to the mirror dimension and there he saw (Y/n) tied up and gagged in the chair wearing a deep purple and black dress, and a crown almost similar to the Scarlet Witch’s.

*My POV*

I watched as Stephen and evil Stephen had conversed back and forth with each other.  But when Stephen threw Demeter at the evil Stephen, he took his chance and stood right in front of me and I saw as the mirror dimension was finally opened.  He came right up to me and freed me of my chains and gag.

“I know, I know. Not the best idea to throw your favorite cat at my evil twin.”

“I’ll yell at you about that later. Did you get it?”

“Get what?”

“My heart. Stephen that-that psychopath reached into my chest and took my heart. He told me even if you came to save me, I’d never be able to leave this world without it.”

“I think I might have an idea of where he has it. For now let’s get you out of here.” He helped me up and we both left the mirror dimension and he closed the door behind us.  Just in time for us to see the evil Stephen literally get his eyes torn out from his skull by Demeter’s claws and he threw her across the room.

But I opened up a portal and she went threw it before ending up back in my arms.  Demeter yowled aggressively, baring her teeth at the evil Stephen.

“YOU SELFISH, CHEATING, BASTARD!!” evil Stephen roared as he turned to us, his eyes now hollowed holes and blood pooling out like tears.

All of a sudden the sanctum began to fall apart wood by wood. The floor beneath us became what almost looked like a giant web as we both fell through.  I ended up getting stuck along the side while Stephen ended up falling all the way to the bottom.

“Stephen! Are you alright?” I called out.

“I’m fine, how about you and Demeter?” Demeter who was hidden within my dress robe meowed.

“We’re fine.” All of a sudden a monstrous roar was heard from above us.  The Evil Stephen seemed to morph into some sort of dragon-hybrid creature as he then fell down into the web to try and get to Stephen.  I then watched as Stephen quickly summoned a portal underneath him and he disappeared just before the dragon Stephen could land on him.

“NO!!! WHERE ARE YOU!?!? YOU SELFISH PRICK!!” He looked around trying to feel or hear anything from Stephen.  I then felt someone beginning to cut my bonds from the web, I turned and Stephen pressed his index finger quietly to his lips as he continued to cut me free from the webbing.

When my upperbody was free, he allowed me to rest against him as he continued to work on freeing my legs (which somehow proved to be difficult.) I also worked as did Demeter on freeing my legs but one thread soon began to vibrate all the way down towards Dragon-Stephen.

“Oh shit.” I said which caused all of us to stop. Dragon-Stephen ceased his frantic searching and slowly turned towards us smirking maliciously.

“There you are.” He growled sadistically.  Stephen then quickly cut the rest of my bonds and threw me over his shoulder as he quickly raced upward with Demeter behind us. “YOU’RE NOT TAKING HER AWAY FROM ME!!” he roared as he got closer to us.

I quickly summoned the sword of Vishanti and sliced him across the face which caused him to pause before growling at me.

“Now that my dear, wasn’t very nice. I was merciful last time but it seems you need a stricter hand.” Suddenly his arms turned into large snakes and they reached up and grabbed hold of the both of us, separating the two of us once more.

The snake that held me kept me high up in the air while the snake that held Stephen brought him towards the Monster-Stephen.

“You pathetic fool. You thought you could get away from the most powerful Sorcerer of this world!?” Monster-Stephen hissed. “Now you look into her eyes, I want her to see you die.” The snake squeezed Stephen so tightly that I could hear his bones cracking from up here.  Our eyes locked with each other’s and I shook my head at him.

He-he couldn’t die like this. I just got him back after five years and yeah he’s an asshole at times but I still love him.  I’ll always love him.  But that’s when I heard My Stephen choke out a laugh.  Wait what was he laughing at? I then saw his finger point upward and that’s when I saw the familiar spark of America’s blue portal starting to spark.

“Why are you laughing?”

“It’s just that—we hate to…..leave you high and dry but….our ride’s here.” I then let Demeter out from my robes and she bit Monster Stephen’s snake arm that was holding me and he let out a painful roar which released both Stephen and I.

Soon the bright blue star portal opened and I placed a binding spell on him to keep him bound to his world while Stephen, Demeter and I ended up getting sucked into America’s portal and ended up back on our Earth.  

Stephen and I looked at one another before embracing each other.  I buried my face into his neck thanking him repeatedly.

“You guys alright?” America asked us.

“Yes mija, we’re okay.” I told her.  She smiled and ran over to me and I embraced her as well as did Stephen.  “America, you know how you’ve been listening to those ASMR videos? I think you might wanna exclude the yandere videos from now on.”

“I was thinking the exact same thing tía.” I kissed the top of her head and held her tighter.

“I think we all can pretty much say we’ll be staying away from stalkery, obsessive media of any kind.” Stephen said.  As we separated, that’s when Stephen pulled out from his pocket the pearl ring that Strange Supreme had turned my heart into.

A simple motion of his hand and the cloaking spell dropped and there in the palm of his hand was my heart.

“Oh my—is that…..” America started.

“Yeah.” I replied bluntly.

“Damn. To be honest though I thought it’d be more—you know bloody? And you’d be—dead? I mean don’t you need a heart to like you know, live?”

“Not if you carefully remove it with magic. A heart is the most powerful thing a person can control. The evil Stephen thought that by taking my heart, he’d have me be under his control forever. To be the (Y/n) that he lost. But how did you—”

“A Sorcerer never reveals his secrets.” He teased me with a cheeky wink. “And unfortunately for him, my (Y/n) is smart to know who the true Stephen Strange is.” Stephen said.

“Your (Y/n)?” I questioned.

“Urm not that you’re my possession or anything god no! I mean, what I meant was you are your own person but uhh—I’m not making this better, am I?” I softly chuckled and kissed his cheek.

“I get what you mean.” A soft smile spread across his face. “Does…..this mean you’ll try to stop comparing me to Christine?”

“I promise. I don’t know why it took me losing you to some psycho-obsessive version of me to realize just how different yet important you are in my life. I know I’ve got some serious making up to do, but I am truly sorry (Y/n). And I hope you can forgive me, or at least give me another chance?”

“You maybe an asshole at times, but you’re my asshole.” We both chuckled before he returned to me my heart.  After that we immediately kissed each other and held each other tightly.

*Stephen’s POV*

That night as we lay in bed together (Y/n) had long fallen fast asleep but I wanted to keep watch over her.  Not only to see that this was real, but to also ensure that she was going to be safe.  From the full moon I saw a small shape come at our window and the sound of a meow was at the window.

It was Demeter, and judging by the tail flickering the way it was and the way her ears were, she was not happy with me.  Slowly I got out of bed and went to the window and opened it up.

“Hello again.” A deep but soft growl came out of her.  “I’m sorry I threw you at him. At the other Strange. It was the only thing I could think of to distract him to save (Y/n). Can you forgive me?” her narrowed eyes softened and her pupils grew in a more friendlier manner.

Her ears were now fully erect and her tail wasn’t flickering as much as she now began to purr.  I slowly reached my hand out and she headbutted my fingers before giving my wrist an affectionate lick.  I picked her up and carried her over to our bed and she immediately began to spin around and kneed right near (Y/n)’s feet before letting out a yawn.

I got under the covers and held (Y/n) close to me right as Demeter lay there in what (Y/n) and America refer to a cat’s ‘bread loaf’ style. Her purrs had gotten louder as she closed her eyes and fell asleep right at our feet.  I lay my head against the pillows but buried my face into (Y/n)’s hair taking in her scent.

She was back with me, and I won’t risk losing her again even by my own hand.  

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Imagine being the daughter of Stephen Strange (Part 1)

-You were the product of a drunken one night stand that had gone wrong with a nursing student from another college, who attended a conference Stephen was sharing his thesis paper at.

- When you were born in 1990, your mother called Strange on the room phone in tears, unaware that he was currently working in the same hospital you were delivered in, and that she had called when he just happened to be on his lunch break.

-He rushed down to the maternity ward, thinking this was a harsh joke, but when he saw her face all the memories came rushing back of the deserveled hotel room, his heart slowly plummeting as the reality of her call truly sunk in as she whispered his name.

- Once he was broken from his trance he looked at her and snapped, “Why did you keep it?”

“Because I hoped her father would want to keep her, I can’t support her, and as much as I would love to keep her, I can’t.”

-Strange never wanted to keep you, he planned on demanding you be placed in the foster care system.... However before he could even turn to storm out, the nurse brought you in, “Oh look, here is Daddy.” She spoke to the pink bundle in her arms before thrusting you upon Strange.

-He fell deeply in love with you the moment he saw you, call it paternal instinct. As he stood there with you, he began to bounce slightly as he cradled you close to him.

-Your mother discharged herself from the hospital, and later requested her name be removed from all of your files. She wrote herself out of your life, leaving Doctor Stephen Strange as your sole provider. You had never heard from her again.

-You were discharged the following day, the entire time you had been in the hospital he slept in his office, and visited you daily throughout the night.

-He requested his assistant, Katherine, to pick out all of your nursery decorations, and necessities, and made it so that the furthest room from his was designated as yours. A spare room was between the both of you, which was soon to be a room for a live in Nanny.

-For the first day you were discharged he spent with you in the apartment, and he put in for a short leave of absence, which was to only last two weeks. They offered him longer, but he stated two weeks was long enough.

-He made daily stops into the hospital during those two weeks, picking up case files to work on while he stayed in with you. He would work on them while you napped.

-He hired the nanny after spending a week of one on one time with you, and slowly started letting her take care of the little things that he had found an unusual comfort in. Her name was Sami.

-The first day he was expected to go back to the hospital he entered the kitchen to see Sami had prepared his coffee, and that you were tucked into her arm. He smiled at the way your eyes lit up when you saw him. He quickly leaned over and peppered a kiss on your forehead, before grabbing his stuff and leaving without you. As though you foresaw the future, or sensed the absence of your father, you started to cry. Sami was quick to  comfort you, as you mourned the absence.

-After that first week back Strange fell back into his old ways, throwing himself completely back into the grind of the hospital and seemingly forgetting that he had a small human who needed him. He would leave shortly after you awoke, and when he would return, you would have just fallen asleep. His own body so exhausted that he would walk start to his own room, and shut the door. His body engulfed by his king sized bed as he flopped upon it, and slowly started to fall back to sleep. A slumber which he would be woken from at the sound of you crying.

-In those moments, he would call out to Sami to go collect you because, “That is what I am paying you for.” This was something the nanny was not expecting though, because before he returned to work, he would always rush to your room at the sound of you crying.

-Soon he stopped coming home, and slept in his nice, comfy, quiet office, leaving just you and Sami alone in the condo.

-Strange started sleeping at home again, but only after you were able to sleep through the night. He altered his schedule so that he would arrive back home after your bedtime and was gone before you woke up in the morning. However when he would arrive home he would always walk to your room and look at your sleeping form in the crib, a slight smile on his face as he watched you sleep in silence. From there he would lightly knock on Sami’s door, and then go to his own room, Sami not far behind.

-This is part of the reason that your first word wasn’t Daddy, but rather Sam, which you found easier to say then Sami.

-Sami was let go after your first birthday, and was replaced by your new nanny, Michelle. You seemed unphased by the change in nannies, and would never know that the reason behind her being fired was because she had begun a secret affair with Strange, and had let it slip that she was in love with him.

-Michelle was extremely hands on, and found it fascinating just how intelligent you were. When she would bring up your intellect he would just respond, “She is the daughter of Dr. Stephen Strange,what do you expect?”

-She lasted three months, she quit due to your father’s absence from your life, and she couldn’t stand his attitude. When she knocked on his office door at nine at night, prepared to quit, he didn’t even look up when she entered, “I already told your replacement she starts tomorrow. I expect you to be packed and out of the house within the hour.”

“You know something Stephen, one day you will look back on these years, and you will regret being so cold when it comes to your daughter’s life.” Michelle replied, before leaving to pack. His office once again quiet as he slowly exhaled and continued his work.

-That morning he was the one who woke you up, his body leaning on the frame of the door as he flipped the light on and took in the walls of the  room that he was so used to seeing in the dark. He smiled at the dresser, which had one photograph on it, which was when you were a newborn and he was in the hospital with you. Turning his head, he noticed you were not standing in your crib, a slight panic setting in as he feared Michelle had left with you. Ready to race to the phone and call the police, he felt a slight tug on his pajama pants, and looked down to find your eyes shining up at him, a proud smile on your face as you waited for praise for having gotten out of bed yourself.

“It looks like I will have to tell Katherine to get you a new bed my sweet.” He stated as he scooped you up, and felt a small spark of joy as you giggled to him. Michelle’s words rang in his head as he carried you to the kitchen, and picked up the house phone, and called the hospital, “Hey it is Dr. Strange, I can’t make it today, [Y/N]’s nanny quit last night, and I haven’t had a chance to reach out to a replacement, I need the day off.” He spoke as he held you against his hip. He then called the replacement, Kimberly, and gave her the security passcode to the condo, stating when she arrived he would not be home, because he was going to the zoo with you.

-You has a blast at the zoo, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sheer enjoyment you had looking at all the animals. After the zoo, he took you to the park and out to dinner, the sky was dark by the time he left the restaurant with you securely asleep in his arms. He almost wished it could never end, but sadly he was expected back home, to greet Kimberly.

-When he got home, the house was a wreck with teenagers, the new nanny and her friends passed out drunk on the sofa, to which he wasted no time calling the police and Katherine, who helped him quickly call a new nanny, as he cleaned the condo. He was interrupted by a knock on the door and opened it to reveal Jonathan, who was your new nanny. “Why would you knock, don’t you know that there is a sleeping child in the home, who needs her sleep to help support healthy brain development?”

-That day was the last day your father had ever taken off to spend with you, and since he worked every day you rarely saw him.

-Jonathan was your favorite nanny, he was a nanny from the ages of 1 and a half to 7. He took you wherever you wanted to go, and was always ready to play princess with you. He would spend hours reading your favorite chapter books to you, and loved to watch PBS with you as you both learned about the world around you.

-Toddler years were the ones where he would use you for photo opportunities, he would take you in his arms, wave to the camera, and hand you right back to Jonathan, once they got the perfect shot. From there he would have Jonathan take you straight home, to which Jonathan would take you to his favorite ice cream shop and order you whatever flavor you wanted to try. You had eaten the entire menu by the age of 4.

-You spent all your holidays in the condo with Strange’s parents, who were not real fans of you because you were born of wedlock, and had a similar attitude to Strange’s, which they did not appreciate.

-You were 4 when your father started dating Christine, and in that year you saw more of your father then you remembered. She was insistent on you and your father both joining her for dinner,or on outings. However most nights you and Jonathan would be in the condo alone, since he opted to spend the night at her apartment rather than with you. When she would bring it up to him, he would reply, “That is what I pay Jonathan for.”

-One day you asked Jonathan about your dad, and why he didn’t love you. Jonathan looked at you and whispered, “Sweetheart, your daddy loves you so much, however he has to help save all the people who are sick, or hurt. It is a demanding job, but please don’t think that he hates you because of it.” He then gave you a hug and took you to the local market, to pick ingredients to make dinner

-Jonathan never told you that When your dad would get home that he would stand in your doorway and watch you sleep before retreating to his office and locking the door.

-He didn’t take you to school on your first day of preschool, Jonathan did, along with packing everything you needed for school between the ages of 4-7.

-Jonathan and Christine would always go to your school programs, both clapping the loudest whenever you would do anything. Christine would then suggest that you all go out to get pizza, however you always politely declined, and would go home with Jonathan, and order pizza while watching Nova.

-When you were 5 you asked Christine if you could spend Christmas with her, she gladly accepted, already knowing that Strange had requested to work that day, and that you didn’t want to spend it with Strange’s parents.

-She always tried to make it special for you.

-Christine would have girl weekends with you once a month, where you would go to her apartment for the weekend. Stephen would normally be working all night, or be speaking at an event about his great works, so it was just you and her. She would always try to do a mass amount of girly things with you, like pedicures, trips to hair salons, or watching children movies that you could barely care about. While on these weekends you were always happy though that she would order you your favorite salad, which Jonathan would leave her specific instructions on what to order, and from where.

-When you would return, and Jonathan would ask how it was, “I need to watch 20 hours of National Geographic’s to recover from the mind numbing entertainment she calls children’s entertainment.” To which he would laugh. When you asked him about his weekend, he would just smile and say it was good.

-When you turned 7, Jonathan took you out to go to several museums in the city, and when you were done looking at all the exhibits he took you to Central Park. He was slightly more dressed up than normal, and seemed nervous the whole time. While you sat in the grass, he spoke, “So I have something important to tell you.”

“You’re leaving aren’t you?” You asked, turning your head to look at him, his eyes glassy as he sighed, “Nothing gets past you [Y/n] Strange.”

“It’s okay Jonathan, I just hope they make you happy.”

“How do you know I am leaving you for someone?”

“I have ears Jonathan, and I have heard you talk on the phone to them every night for the past three years, besides I know that when Christine has those ungodly girl nights with me, it is so you can go see them. Just, don’t forget about me okay?”

“Never.” He replied, before pulling you into a side hug.

-When he left that night you were heartbroken, tears brimming your eyes as he pulled you into a final hug, before nodding towards your father, “Take care of her Stephen, she is a special one.”

“Thank you for your service Jonathan, I hope you find success in your next endeavor.” Your father stated coldly, as Jonathan just forced a smile, already so used to your father’s attitude, and in these final moments with him, was so ready to call him an asshole,or an insensitive dickhead, but then he thought of you, and refused to let his final moments with you be him telling off your absent father.

-And just like that Jonathan was gone, and replaced by Suzie, who arrived 45 minutes after Jonathan left.

- Suzie lasted a week, stating that she is not surprised at the fact that you and your father have a very similar attitude. Stephen tried hard not to smile with pride as you replied, “Just because I corrected you on the proper use of an encyclopedia, that means I have an attitude?”

-When you returned from a girls weekend, you came back to a new nanny, Tiffany. As soon as you returned, she looked at you and offered you a fresh made cookie, and asked with a smile, “So would you like to watch Nova, or a new documentary that we can rent at Blockbuster?”

-It took you thirty minutes to figure it out, “Are you related to Jonathan Bardot?”

“Yeah, he is my little brother, he reached out to your father and stated that I was looking for a job, and that he thought you would enjoy my presence. Your father was quick to accept the offer, seeing how the previous replacement was a complete moron.”

“You are far more outspoken than Jonathan, I like it.” You smiled before she replied, “Those were your father’s words, not mine.”

-Tiffany lasted from the ages of 7-13, when you informed your father you were too old to have a live-in nanny, and would rather utilize the room as your own study, he agreed and within the week he had Katherine pick you out new study decor. You also went out and bought multiple psychology books to fill the shelves with, along with textbooks from your college courses. -When you were 8, the girls weekends suddenly stopped, along with the dinners and outings and such. After two months of no contact with Christine you dialed her phone number, which you had memorized when you were 5. “Hello?” “So just because you and my father aren’t together anymore I am now getting casted aside?” You asked, her line silent for a moment before she replied, “Did he tell you we…” “Christine, do you really think I am so daft that I can’t figure out by the absence of your presence that my father has driven you away? I might be 8, but I am not a moron.” “That you are not [Y/N]. However I doubt Stephen would…” “Do you really think I care what he thinks, he is never around enough to even know.” -Christine really was glad that you liked her enough to allow her to still be in your life. -When you were 9, Tiffany and you went to the upstate area, and attended Jonathan’s wedding. He was so happy to see you there, and was glad that you were enjoying Tiffany’s company. -When you graduated elementary school and middle school, Tiffany and Christine were sitting in the middle rows, along with Jonathan and his family, who would always drive down from the upstate area to see you at the big events. Your father was always too busy to attend. -In school you didn’t have any friends your own age, instead you chose to have detailed conversations with your teachers. -When you were 13, you started taking college courses at the local community college to occupy your time, since Strange was never around, and you didn’t really have any friends. The college was within walking distance of your school, and even when you couldn’t walk due to the weather, you easily just called the town car that your father used. -When you were 13, you received a package from Tiffany, inside was a formal, short , off the shoulder blush colored dress and a note that just read, “Will you be my bridesmaid?” And the date 03/03/03. You called her immediately after unboxing the dress and trying it on to accept the offer. She drove to your house, and took you out to a small diner, so that you could meet her fiancé, Christofer.

-At 14 Strange approved that you had access to his bank account, and that you were allowed to have your own. Every week he would deposit $500, which was considered your allowance, and you could use it for school, and food, since you were always home alone. -When you were in your study, you would always play a wide variety of music, which would make Strange laugh quietly to himself some nights, since you clearly had inherited his taste in music. -When you got your license, you bought a used 2001 Toyota Echo, using money you had received from your father as an allowance. You nicknamed the car Junker, and wasted no time climbing into it and driving four hours upstate. When you arrived at the address Jonathan gave you, you exited the car and smiled as his children Connie and Samuel came bounding out of the house, and tackled you to the ground. -You also drove up there and helped out when Johnathan went through his divorce, and helped him with the kids that he was now the sole provider for. The kids were overjoyed that you were there, and Jonathan appreciated the listening ear that you were always willing to lend him, -Strange never questioned any of your visits to your old nanny’s house, however he found that he very much disliked the quietness of the condo when you were away. -You drove up there several times a year, and even stayed there during school breaks. Jonathan always smiled as you interacted with the kids, and was happy that the Strange’s attitude that you had inherited never came through when you were around kids. -When you were a senior your school offered you the opportunity to take a few minor college classes, such as music theory, the philosophy of children’s literature and a in depth study of the hippie culture, which you gladly took along with your independent college classes, and normal general education courses. You handled all of them with ease. -You graduated at the top of your class, and with high honors, which caused most colleges to offer you scholarships as well. Dispute the vast amount of colleges that reached out to you that were miles away from the city, you told your high school that you were planning on attending a local college, in hopes they would print it in the bulletin. While you sat on the stage you noticed Johnathon, Connie, Samuel, Tiffany, Christofer, and Christine, but Dr. Stephen Strange was nowhere to be seen.

-After the ceremony you agreed to go out with all of the people who showed up to support you, and had a lot of fun at the ice cream parlor Jonathan always took you to after press events. As you all ate ice cream and laughed, you cherished every moment, and at the end of it, you hugged each of them and thanked them for all of their influences in your life. With a smile you walked out into the New York heat, and carefully took off your heels before opening your passenger door and throwing them in. As you rounded the car, you breathed in a deep breath and got into the driver seat, and sped off towards Pennsylvania, where you were scheduled to trade in your car, and meet with the local judge to legalize your name change.

Masterlist

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[mushrubes]

Fate

Masterlist | Marvel masterlist |

Requested : no

prompt  61. “Don’t be sorry, it was no ones fault.” +  32. “I know you think we aren’t right for each other, but we’ve run into each other too many times for you to tell me that this isn’t fate.”

Pairing : Stephen Strange x (they/them) reader

Type : fluff

Word count : 529

i’m so proud of you!! <3

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“I love you. I love you in every universe.” Stephen admitted, looking at Y/n who looked at him back understandingly. “I’m sorry, it’s not that I don’t want to care for someone or have someone care for me. It’s just...I get scared.” he explained, occasionally avoiding their gaze. They nodded knowingly, before stepping forward and resting their hand on his cheek caressing it. “Don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault.” they assured him. He closed his eyes in content, savouring the moment. “Face your fears...Doctor Strange.” they smiled as they pulled away, guilt consuming him.

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“Guys?” Tony called getting everyone’s attention. He was stood with Peter and another male; one the others hadn’t met before. Y/n held in a gasp as they met eyes, him also evidently recognising them. “This is Stephen Strange, some kind of wizard. He’s going to help us on our next mission.” Tony explained, everyone greeting him as he saved Y/n for last. “Well, look who it is, Stephen-” they said as he covered their mouth, bringing them into another room. “Why are you here?” he asked, causing him to be met with a blank face, blinking at him. A silence swept over. 

“I’m an avenger? Real question, why are you here?” they said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I told you to never get involved in this kind of stuff.” he huffed, face palming and pacing around the room. “I’ve always been able to defend myself! They trained me and I’ve been on plenty of missions, it’s fine.” they argued as he groaned and shook his head. “You don’t even know what you’re getting into, this is what angers me!” he responded, shouting and refusing to even look at them.

He regretted lashing out at them immediately as he saw their face. He’d done it before, it was his defence, too scared to let them in even though he tried, believing that it would be safer if he pushed them away, he was dangerous as it would make them a target. The last time he had done it, it ended up in them breaking up, and before he knew it, he had lost them. He had no contact, no idea where they had gone as no one had ever told him - they were this close to him this whole time. The whole time, he had been one person away from them. Yet, he had no idea and to be fair, he didn’t bother looking due to fear, unsure of whether they’d be dead or alive due to another timeline he had seen which haunted him, as he hadn’t been able to save them. 

“Look, I know you think we aren’t right for each other...” they started but paused, Stephen wincing at the reminder, his own words being repeated caused him pain. “But we’ve run into each other too many times for you to tell me that this isn’t fate.” they continued, Stephen looking over in hope. Maybe he would get a second chance to keep his promise to them, and this time, he wouldn’t ever let them go. 

“Well, it’s good I love you in every universe.”

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[werewolfbansheelove]

I just went to go see Doctor Strange and the Multiverse and it was so great. But now I'm excited to see the next Doctor Strange movie but it probably won't out until next year probably.

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[spencerreidafterhours]

*~.It’s so comforting to know I can stay up till 2 am reading the most toe curling, filthy, plotless smut in a warm bed on thanksgiving break. This is what the holidays are all about. *~.

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[refiwrites]

Weddings and Butterflies

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Fem! Avenger! Reader

Requested?: Yes.

Summary: After being invited to Christine's wedding, you also come across the person you haven't seen for the longest time.

WC: 2.6k

Warning/s: MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS SPOILERS! fluff, little bit of angst, anxiety mentions lmk if i missed anything

Note: after watching MoM I have fallen harder for this man I swear... feebacks, reblogs and likes are appreciated! let me know what you think!

GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!

The door opened with a clicking sound, filling the silence of the empty apartment as you walked in, phone to your ear as you shut the door with the use of your feet.

“....(Y/N), the wedding’s tomorrow, I was wondering if you’d make it- or you’d like to come, it would be nice seeing you again ever since..” Christine spoke through your phone.

You took off your shoes, placing them by the door as you placed your things on the counter.

“Oh, Christine, I’d love to come by, congratulations again, I can’t believe it.” You reply, walking over to the living room. You sat on the soft sofa, getting into a much more comfortable position.

It never felt like time had passed, you even wonder if the rest of the world even remembered some of you.

You stared at the window in front of you that showcased the buildings along with the night sky.

Five minutes. All it took was five minutes and after you were thrown back onto reality again, five years had passed. It took almost a toll on everybody, with all the family and friends they feared are long gone, suddenly popping out of nowhere from when they were stood as the blip happened.

You, luckily enough, were able to lay low for a while, build your life back up again, reconnected with some friends, yet you never thought of reconnecting with the other Avengers.

The dull ache was still there in your heart at the events that occurred. Every once in a while giving you a reminder when you’d wake up in cold sweat.

You blinked as you didn’t register what Christine had said seconds before, “Wait, come again?” You say.

“I said Stephen’s going to be there too. I.. I don’t know if its a right decision to invite him since... well, he agreed, that’s what matters right? And I think he could use a familiar face like yours.”

Stephen. Stephen Strange.

You’ve seen him, you’ve fought alongside him, yet you never once remembered talking to him. He was going to be there.

You knew of their relationship before, but after the blip it seemed like things have gotten worse for him, or so you thought.

“Oh? Stephen? If he accepted then I think it’s not that bad.” You comforted her.

Your mind instantly wandering to the thought of Stephen. Why were you getting anxious? You’re an Avenger just as he is.

“I think so, but hey, I gotta get going, there’s still too many to fix for tomorrow.” Christine said.

“A bride needs her rest, doesn’t she? I can’t wait to see you tomorrow, congrats again Christine.” You responded before bidding each other goodbye and hanging up.

You stared at your phone for a minute, your reflection from the screen staring right at you.

Tomorrow. Wedding. Stephen.

You sigh with closed eyes. How bad could it be?

You stood up and immediately went to your room, you felt like you needed rest much earlier than before.

Waking up, you realized it was already morning. You were afraid you were already late when you glanced at the time.

9:00 AM

You sigh in relief, the wedding wasn’t until an hour, so you had the right amount of time to prepare.

Standing up and opening your closet, you settled on picking out a cowl neck slit maxi dress, along with a heel ankle strapped sandals to go along with it.

You yawned, covering your mouth. You blinked a few times, staring at the outfit you had planned. It looks good.

Then it was time to take a shower.

After that, you wrapped yourself up with the towel, going over to the mirror to dry your hair.

You glanced at the time, a solid 20 minutes before the wedding starts, and it was just the right time to go from here to the church.

You got dressed, straightening out the dress that hugged your figure perfectly. Having no time to struggle with the sandals, with a flick of your wrist as your feet wore it, the straps moved themselves to lock it in place.

You look in the mirror again, mustering a smile you were ready to give later. “The hair...” You mutter.

You shrug, making another movement with your hands to make the desired hairstyle happen. “That’s more like it.”

You went over to your drawer to grab a purse that matched, as well as a gold bracelet to complete your look.

You found yourself staring one last time in the mirror before nodding to yourself. “All right, let’s do this.”

The car ride from the church was tense, because it was the first time you’d be around many people publicly, at a wedding. You didn’t mind, sure, but some of the people were found to be hating, complaining that their lives had been ruined because of you.

“We’re here, miss.” The driver said. You thanked him, paying the amount before getting off the car. There were people already piling up with smiles on their faces.

You tried to make yourself look subtle, walking forward to find yourself a seat. You felt a few gazes on your way as the chatter grew.

By being too busy making yourself look subtle, you were unaware of the figure also standing to look for somebody as you bumped onto them, making you stumble back a bit until they had grab a hold of your wrist. You were looking down at their hand when you realize it was someone in a rather fancy suit.

“I’m sorry I should’ve...” You began, your eyes making the mistake of travelling upwards to meet the man’s eyes.

Cold hard blue-grey ones pierced into yours, making your words suddenly halt. You realized who this was, and how unfortunate you were to bump into him this early.

With his black hair accompanied by grey streaks on the sides, styled perfectly, his suit made him even more appealing. You realized your thoughts, mentally smacking yourself.

“Y- I’m sor-“

“Didn’t expect to see you here.” He spoke, his voice thick as he looked at you, letting go of your wrist to let you stand upright. “Christine didn’t tell you?”

He shook his head, his other hand delicately holding the wedding invitation that he got. His heart almost felt destitute of what he was about to witness, he knew Christine was happy, who was he to destroy her life? He knew it in his mind that she deserved better, and attending this wedding may as well be the closure he needed.

But things took a turn as he unexpectedly bumped into you. Stephen could note that he saw you before. Fighting alongside him. And even coming close to saving his ass a few times that he noticed.

“No, no she didn’t.” Stephen spoke. Seeing you in this way rather than messed from a fight had a slight change in thought in his mind that he ignored, still looking at you.

You both ended up looking at each other for a few good seconds before he clears his throat, moving back and gesturing to the seat. He doesn’t usually do that but he finds himself speaking. “Here, take a seat. I think it’ll start soon anyway.”

“Oh, thank you... Stephen.” You say, saying his name felt weird, thinking you should’ve just left it at thanks.

For Stephen, however, his name roll off on your tongue for the first time loud and clear had the tips of his ears tinging pink. “Yeah, no worries. “

Why was he acting this way? Acting like he was having a love at first sight moment. But you looked different from the battlefield to just... normally. He hasn’t known a lot about you, but he knows you could fight good and he respects that.

Watching you sit, he takes the one beside you, fidgeting with the invitation as the chatter resumed behind you.

As you sat, Stephen did the same beside you, both your knees brushing for a brief moment, sending warmth to your cheeks. What on earth, you couldn’t possibly be feeling like this right now? Could you..? For heaven’s sake you weren’t even sure if you could call yourselves friends yet after saving the whole world.

Stephen decided to flush out the things he felt at the moment, deciding to talk with you before the wedding started as people started taking their seats.

You didn’t know why, but as the longer the both of you talked and teased made you instantly comfortable around him.

Even as the ceremony progressed, you and Stephen were silently chuckling and smiling at each other. You even somehow forget what you were nervous about when meeting him.

Though as some might say he was intimidating and a jerk, yes, he was intimidating, but the second one? You thought not so much of, he seemed nice, genuine.

After the ceremony however, came the reception.

Everyone started standing up, getting ready to head for the reception when you realized you haven’t got a ride. But then it seemed like your prayers were answered in a mere second.

“I’ve got my car back there, seeming as you’re not leaving yet, you want to go to the reception together?” Stephen asks, standing up.

You knew better than to pass it up, so you agreed.

Arriving at the place, some looks were given your way as you arrived with Stephen. Some were smiling and pointing, some were even shocked. And some of course wanted some pictures.

The two of you, knowing better, agreed to their requests.

“So are you two together?” One guest asked, an elderly man with glasses. Your eyes widened as Stephen cleared his throat.

“Oh, oh, no. We’re not..” You shyly say. Stephen slowly shakes his head.

“Aw that’s a shame, you two look great together, and now will you excuse me I’m going to grab myself more of the food here. Its great.” The man said, walking past the both of you.

You and Stephen stared at the man, before staring at each other, then bursting out of laughter.

As the ceremony at the reception progressed, you can’t help but feel emotional as both Christine and her husband took their first dance. You could genuinely see how happy Christine looked and you couldn’t be happier for her. You almost swore you were about to cry when they were looking at each other so dearly.

Grabbing a glass of champagne at the small bar, you took a sip before sighing.

Stephen, however, was busy talking with Christine as she approached him.

“Congratulations.” Stephen says, looking at her for a few seconds before averting his gaze away. “Thank you, Stephen.”

“I could tell you’re really happy.”

Christine sighs, nodding and smiling. “I am.” She tilted her head to ask him. “But are you? Are you happy?”

Stephen felt the sudden weight on his shoulders. Was he happy?

The thing is, he doesn’t know.

Stephen nods, preparing yet another lie. “Yeah, I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”

Christine seemed to take it well, but deep down she knows Stephen deserved someone that truly loved him the way she did. And she could see one person who’s just that. You.

“I’m glad you’re happy, Stephen. Whatever that’s going on with you right now, that’ll be over soon. I do hope you find someone, I truly do.” Christine says, but she could see you on the bar, having a drink.

“You’ll never know maybe that someone’s just around the corner.” Christine said.

Stephen wanted to shut his ears, to not listen, but who would that work out for? He’d only make things worse for himself. So he listened, taking her words in. He attended this wedding to find the closure he wanted and that’s what he did get, along with Christine being finally happy.

Stephen looks down, biting the inside of his cheek. “Yes, thank you, Christine.”

Christine laid a hand on his forearm in comfort.

“Christine! Congratulations!” Came your voice from behind them. Stephen perks his head up, turning around as Christine approached you, he saw the champagne in your hand and the bar behind, making a mental note to grab himself a drink as we walked, bidding the two of you to talk.

“Thank you, (Y/N). I’m really glad you can make it, along with Stephen.” She says.

You shake your head. “Of course, you’re almost like a sister to me. I’m really happy to see you up there.”

“Thank you, and speaking of happy, I noticed you and Stephen...” Christine trailed off, a mischievous smile gracing her lips. Your cheeks warmed as you laugh, trying to deny it. “No, no, not gonna happen, Christine.”

She shakes her head. “I saw you two earlier, you looked cute, and besides, you two would make a great pair one day.”

“That’s going to take a long time.” You joked. “Hey, if it means the two of you ending up together then why not? It seems to me you’re the only one person Stephen loved to talk to today, he’s interested in you. Trust me, I know him.”

Your cheeks were still warm as you were flustered. “Just see where it goes, who knows, you’re the one that I trust the most, if Stephen ends up with you then I couldn’t be happier.”

You wanted to believe it, but Stephen still looked broken-hearted. Maybe some other day. You just needed time. “Okay, whatever you say, Christine, congratulations again.” You say. She nods, before going over to the other guests that were calling out to her.

You took a deep breath in. Empty champagne glass in your hand.

Turning around and walking to the bar, you spot Stephen drinking a few glasses of Martini, already finishing one before grabbing another.

“Slow down there, or else I’m going to have to drive you home.” You said, standing beside him as he has his elbow propped onto the bar. “Be my guest.” He replies. You laugh, but then you place your glass down, looking at him take another sip.

“Hey, you okay?” You ask.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He replied.

You shrugged, there was the Strange you knew.

“I don’t know, you don’t look fine to me.”

Stephen shakes his head, he was about to grab another drink when he placed it down. “I’m sorry, there’s just a lot going on my mind.”

“Yeah, I understand, it’s getting a little overwhelming, really.” You say.

Stephen looks at you, before standing upright and grabbing another glass, handing it to you and grabbing another for himself. “Then let’s forget about it for a while.”

You grabbed the drink, swirling it for a moment before looking at him.

The both of you found yourselves talking again, telling all sorts of stories. And by now the both of you were laughing again.

“And he stood there for the whole hour trying to make a portal but then he just kept on making sparks.”

You laugh. “You gotta admit, he’s dedicated.”

Stephen nods. “He reminds me of myself back then.”

“You’ve come a long way Stephen.” You say, smiling genuinely.

“Suppose I have, enough about that. Now, tell me about yourself.” Stephen asked you.

As Christine’s eyes watched the pair of you as you talked and talked, he saw the familiar glint in Stephen’s eye, the look that he used to give when he was admiring something, or rather when he felt happy. A look that he used to give her. And as for you, she could tell Stephen had made his way to your heart.

Christine smiled. She was happy for him, she was happy for you. She could tell this was heading for somewhere better, and with her fingers crossed, she hoped it was true.

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[ironstrange1991]

Surrender

+18 Smut

Pairing: Defender!Strange x Fem!Reader (Established relationship)

Synopsis: After waking up from a particularly good dream, Y/n asks Stephen to take control for one night leading her to completely surrender to him.

Word Count: 5,8k

Warnings: Male domination, oral sex with male receaving, deep throat, hair pulling, toy play, cum eating, over stimulation, squirting, consensual rough p in v sex, creampie.

A/N: I've been obsessed with the idea of ​​having a more dominant Defender Strange fic for quite some time. I finally managed to write it and I am very happy with the result. Really hope you like it as much as I do.

You woke up with the sound of your alarm and ran to turn it off. You were having one of those dreams about Stephen where he treated you completely differently in bed. You had been having those dreams for a while now, but that morning it had been so intense. You sighed, passing your hand over your face and when you turned around you noticed that Stephen was still sleeping next to you, which was rare. Usually, he leaves the house long before you woke up.

You smirked to yourself and crawled into his arms, touched his face gently so as not to startle him and called out to him. "Baby...wake up. It's already 7am."

He sighed, shifting on the bed and squeezing you in his arms "I told Wong that I would be arriving later today." He replied in a husky voice full of sleep, his eyes still closed.

You hummed contentedly seeking his lips and kissed him gently but deepened the kiss with passion. He moaned softly into your lips. His hand cupping your face.

"Good morning" You said as you broke the kiss, but you continued to give small kisses on his lips.

"It's always a great morning when I get to wake up with you in my arms, baby." He said then yawned lazily.

You smiled nuzzling your face in his.

"Hm, I was thinking since it's Friday we could let Kate sleep over at my parents' tonight. That way we'll have the house to ourselves. What do you think?"

Stephen hummed and gave another long yawn "Great idea. Sounds like you have something in mind for tonight, may I know what it is?"

You bit your bottom lip. "I had one of those dreams again. This one was really nice."

"Want to tell me about it?"

You smiled feeling your cheeks getting hot but decided to tell him.

"I was on my knees and you were making me suck your cock."

Stephen smirked "Seems very nice indeed."

"I want that, Stephen. I want you to bring me to my knees and take control tonight. You can do that for me, can't you?"

He looked surprised by your request, but he also seemed very pleased. "If that's what you want, of course I can."

You smirked and climbed over him, passing your leg around his hip. "I keep having these dreams, you're always so controlling in them."

He hummed, caressing your face. "And you like that?"

"I do. I want that. I want you to get me on my knees and fuck my throat. I want you to put me in my hands and knees and fuck me hard, Stephen. I want you to use me like I'm your favorite sex toy and not your wife."

You barely realized that you had started to grind your hips on his bulge that was growing with every word you said. He gripped your hips with both hands and tilted his head up to kiss you. "I can do that." His voice sounded full of need. "Fuck, baby, but we don't have time for this, now." He stated, but his hands started rocking you back and forth in his hardening shaft. It wasn't like he wanted you to really stop."

"Tell me you're gonna fuck me hard, baby. Tell me you're gonna use my body and fuck me like a whore."

You ignored the look of disapproval on his face for using that word and literally started humping his covered cock, the fabric of his boxers doing little to contain his hard on. He moaned surrendering to the moment "Wait, baby, let me get inside you, let me fuck you..."

You tsked "You just said we don't have time for that, baby." You said leaning on his chest and increasing your pace and feeling your orgasm approaching.

His hands tightened on your waist and he moaned softly, his mouth went agape, totally surprised at your boldness. You came moaning loudly and collapsing into Stephen's chest shortly after.

You could hear your heart pounding in your ears, your breathing was ragged, but you felt so satisfied. And to think that just the thought of what he could do to you had put you in that state.

Stephen's hands released your hips and he wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. You could feel him pulsing beneath you.

"You want me to take control, but you need to hand it over to me, baby."

You shook your head, nuzzling your face in the small amount of hair in his chest. "I know. I got carried away. But tonight I'm all yours to do whatever you want to me."

You felt his cock throb beneath you and you knew he was enjoying the idea.

"Deal" He cupped your face making you lift your head to kiss him and then you both heard the sound of footsteps running in the hallway towards your room and then an insistent knock on the door.

"Mommy, Daddy, breakfast!"

You were forced down quickly from your high and rolled onto your side giggling to see Stephen use magic - something he hated to do - to dress the two of you in your pajamas. You sighed, hugging the pillow lazily.

Stephen unlocked the door with a gesture of his fingers and Katherine ran into the room, climbing on the bed and jumping on top of her father who had very little time to recover from the state in which you left him.

"Daddy, why the door was locked? You say no locked doors at this house." She said and you couldn't help but let out a small giggle. She was so smart, and she was so much like her father.

"I must have forgotten, baby, I'm sorry. Now come over here and kiss me good morning." He pulled her into his arms squeezing her and kissing her exaggeratedly making her squirm and giggle "Daddy, it tickles." she protested.

 "May I know why you are up so early, little girl? You don't have school today." You asked and she got off her father's lap, crawling into your arms. You hugged her and kissed her on the cheek.

"I woke up with a noise. A very loud and strange noise. I got up and went to see what it was, but there was nothing in the hallway."

You smiled looking at Stephen.

"It must have been the plumbing in the house, Baby. You know our house is really old, it makes weird noises sometimes." He explained, but Katherine wasn't convinced.

"I don't think it's the plumbing, mommy, I think it's a ghost."

You squeezed her in your arms "Well, if it's a ghost, it's a very silly ghost. You know why? Because it doesn't know that Daddy's job is to fight monsters." You said looking at Stephen proudly.

He smiled "Mom's right, if it's a ghost I'll find it and I'll send him far away. Okay, sweetie?"

She nodded in agreement and then got off the bed grabbing her father's hand and pulling him to get up "Daddy, I want breakfast now."

Stephen stared at the clock on the bedside table and then looked at you "I'm going to be late baby. Do you make her breakfast?"

You didn't even have time to answer.

"No, daddy, I want you to, please, please."

You smirked "Looks like Wong is going to have to fend for himself this morning."

Stephen sighed and sat down on the bed. He opened the bedside table drawer looking for a hair tie that apparently wasn't there.

"Here" You held your arm out to him. The hair tie you'd pulled out of his hair last night was still on your wrist.

"Thank you, love." He quickly tied his hair in a messy bun and stood up. Katherine pulled him out of the room. "It must be a very silly ghost, daddy, because he was making a lot of noise..."

You sighed staring at the ceiling for a second hearing their voices drifting away and your chest filled with love. You were so lucky to have them in your life.

You took a shower and got ready for work quickly and when you went down to the kitchen, you found Kate having breakfast and still chattering about that ghost.

You accepted the cup of coffee Stephen handed you and took a good look at him. You loved to see Stephen dressed in his red and black robes, or in the fancy suits he was used to wear, but what really took your breath away was seeing him like that: barefoot, wearing pajama bottoms, shirtless, and with messy hair. He looked gorgeous.

"The nanny should be here by now, shouldn't she?" Stephen asked snapping you out of your contemplation state.

"She won't come today. We'll have to drop her off at my mom's. Can you do that for me, baby? Now I'm the one running late."

Stephen nodded and then ran to hurry Kate "Come on baby, daddy needs to get you ready to take you to grandma's house."

"Am I staying at Grandma's today? yay!"

You finished your coffee and gave Stephen a quick kiss on the lips. "Don't forget what we agreed." You reminded him.

"I won’t." He said with a smirk.

"Bye Sweetie" You kissed the top of Kate’s head.

"Bye, mommy."

...

Stephen helped Katherine get dressed and styled her hair into a high ponytail. He packed her things into her backpack.

"You're sleeping over at Grandma's tonight, baby." He said and she grinned from ear to ear "Really? I love sleeping at Grandma's house. She lets me watch a lot of TV and eat sweets."

Stephen giggled.. Katherine's grandmother was the definition of a cool grandma and as such she loved spoiling her granddaughter. "So you'll be happy sleeping there?" He asked, placing the backpack on her back.

"Yes daddy, I will be very happy."

He smiled giving her a kiss and then opened a portal to the living room of Charlotte's house. She was distracted by her embroidery and lifted her head to greet him. "Oh, hi, Stephen."

Katherine stepped through the portal and ran into her grandmother's arms.

"Good morning, Charlotte. Y/n asked me to leave her with you. The nanny couldn't come today."

Charlotte smiled. Kate was already sitting on her lap. "She called me to let me know. I'd love to have this young lady keep me company."

Stephen nodded "She's staying the night. I've packed everything she needs in her backpack, but if you miss anything, call me."

Charlotte nodded. "Okay. Have a good day saving the world, Stephen."

"Bye, Daddy."

"See you tomorrow, sweetie. Thank you, Charlotte."

Stephen closed the portal and went back to his room. It was past 8am. He showered, dressed and headed for the Kamar Taj.

The day was longer than he thought it would be and the hours dragged on. It probably had to do with the fact that no matter what he did he couldn't stop thinking about you and all the things you said to him in the morning and the anticipation for the night.

Dreams were nothing new to Stephen. He was used to dreaming about you, sometimes it was just normal dreams, other times he dreamed of other versions of you having totally different lives. He couldn't say for sure, but after the experience he had with the multiverse, he was almost certain that those dreams were actually visions of his other multiversal lives. It was intriguing, sometimes frightening, but he didn't care.

Apparently, you were having the same dreams too and their effect on you was being rather peculiar, but Stephen couldn't say he didn't like the idea.

Stephen liked being in control in bed, but he liked submitting to you much more. It was a reversal that made sense to him. He was always in control of everything, at least in bed he wanted things to be different and they were. You took control perfectly and he loved every second of it. If there was one thing Stephen couldn't complain about, it was his sex life. Even after eight years together, three dating and five married, things were still as intense as in the beginning.

He glanced at the clock once more anxious to be able to leave. Stephen couldn't deny that seeing you so needy for him in the morning saying all those things did things to him. He spent the whole day with the image of you kneeling before him in his head and as much as he hated to admit it, he had to run away in the middle of the day to jerk off because he couldn't wait to get home and it was affecting his concentration.

When he finally finished work it was after 6pm and he went home in a hurry. He expected to beat you to it and was pleased to find that he had made it.

He went upstairs to his room and took a shower to get rid of the day's heat and sweat and dressed in fresh pants and robes. If you were going to get on your knees it would be to Doctor Strange and not your husband. He smiled at the idea as he combed his hair and tied it back into a ponytail.

He came down to wait for you and picked a book from the library to read. He sat in his favorite armchair and became absorbed in his reading.

You arrived half an hour later. Some groceries bags in hands. You took them to the kitchen and came back, only then noticing his presence.

"Hey." You walked over and he reached out to you, patting his thigh for you to sit down. You smiled, obeying.

"How was your day?" You asked.

"Tiring. It's actually been a very difficult day and it's your fault."

You stared at him blankly.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you. All the things you said to me this morning. All that indecency. You ruined my day. All I wanted was to come home and punish you for it."

You gave him an open smile "I'm sorry."

He shook his head "You're going to have to do a lot more than just apologize, baby."

You practically purred at him. He could see how it moved you and he was also enjoying it more than he thought he would.

"What I need to do?”

He caressed your face lightly and then cupped your chin "Go up stairs, take a shower and wait for me in bed."

You nodded obediently.

"And one more thing: tonight I am not your husband. I am Doctor Strange and you will call me so. Do you understand?"

You shook your head biting your lower lip.

"Now go and be ready when I come up."

He watched you go up the stairs. He had a mischievous smile on his lips. Stephen was enjoying this. Really, really enjoying it.

He decided to torture you a bit so he took his time reading and then he locked the Sanctum and checked all the seals slowly and then, after thirty minutes, he went up stairs.

...

You knew Stephen was enjoying torturing you. It was the only plausible explanation for the delay. You showered and got ready in fifteen minutes and since then you've been sitting on the bed impatiently waiting for him. You had no idea what to expect. Stephen had drawn a very definite line on some issues and you knew better than to make him do something he wouldn't like. But at the same time, he seemed very involved in this fantasy of yours, more than you'd expect.

You felt your body shiver with excitement when you heard footsteps in the hallway and then Stephen entered the room and closed the door behind him. He looked at you, his eyes lingering on your breasts covered only by a sheer bra.

He went to the closet and came back with your box of toys and you knew that was going to be good.

"Come here" He asked patting the mattress and you sat at the foot of the bed waiting for the next instructions.

"Lay down"

You obeyed and he took his hands to the waistband of your panties, pulled them to your knees and put two fingers inside you, testing you. He hummed to himself and took one of the vibrators from the box, smeared it with lube and slowly eased it inside you.

You moaned softly at the sensation. He didn't choose one of the smaller ones. He wanted to see it stretching you and going all the way to the bottom.

He pulled your panties back on and then grabbed the vibrator's remote and turned it on. You felt your entire body tremble with the sensation, and you let out a groan which drew a cocky smile from his lips. It wasn’t any toy he had chosen. It was a thrusting vibrator you had used only once. He took a few steps back away from the bed and then ordered "Get on your knees for me."

You could have sworn you'd be able to cum just from the way he said those words. His authoritative voice was so sexy. However, obeying him wasn't exactly the easiest task. Not when he had stuffed you with that vibrator, but you managed to do it anyway. You were loving seeing that side of Stephen and you would do anything to please him.

The corners of his lips curled up in a smirk at the sight of you on your knees before him and you knew that was the image that had been playing in his head all day. He touched your face gently.

"You're so fucking pretty. You know that?"

You bit your lip to contain a moan as he used the remote to increase the thrusts. He tsked "Don't hold back, baby. You can be loud. There's nobody home. Let me hear you."

You moaned loudly, your hips moving into nothingness trying to find some relief.

"Look at you, so needy for me, uh. I bet you're dying to have my cock instead of that toy. Isn't that right?"

You shook your head vehemently.

"I know, but you need to earn it first. Tell me what you have to do to earn what you want."

You swallowed the saliva that had gathered in your mouth just with the glimpse of the idea in your head. "I have to suck your cock."

"Uh hm, but first you have to ask for it, and you have to do it right."

You nodded "Can I suck your cock, please?"

He shook his head. "You forgot something very important."

You moaned loudly again as he increased the level of the thrusts once more."

"This toy has ten different levels of thrusting. Every time you do something wrong, I'll raise a level." His words sounded like a threat, and you nodded in agreement.

"Ask again."

"Can I suck your cock, please, Doctor Strange?"

He nodded "Of course you can, baby."

You hurried to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, finally freeing his cock from his boxers and gripping him tight. He was so hard and throbbing. Precum leaking through his slit. You couldn't contain yourself, before putting it in your mouth you needed to lick it, taste it on your tongue. And that's what you did, cat-licking his head and then running your tongue down his length, eliciting a heavy sigh from him as you maintained eye contact.

"No teasing, baby." He scolded you and once again increased the level of the thrusts. He was on level four. It was the maximum you'd used yet and you didn't know if you could handle it if it kept increasing. It felt too much, you could feel your lubrication building, your panties completely soaked. The wet sounds of the toy fucking your cunt felt so obscene.

You put his cock in your mouth and started to bob your head all over its length and that made him exhale satisfied. He brought one hand up to your head, grabbing a handful of your hair and to your surprise he started pushing, to move your head into his cock, making you take him deeper every time until he was on your throat.

"Just like that, baby. Let me use your throat. If feels so tight."

You relaxed your throat as much as you could and let him guide you. He started slowly and gradually increased his pace. You were used to go deep throat on him, but you were always the one in control. That was totally different, and you were loving every second of it and at the same time the thrusts of your toy were making you see stars. You could feel that you were close, and you didn't even notice when you took one of your hands between your legs and started to rub your clit over your panties, but then he released your head and pulled out of your mouth.

"I didn't give you permission to touch yourself, did I?"

You shook your head whimpering as he pressed the button and turned the thrusts to level five. He went back to fuck your throat.

You were surprised and overwhelmed and there were tears running down your face, but at the same time it felt so good. He was making you feel so good and you were so close.

He brought both hands to your head, moving you on his cock in the rhythm he wanted. He wasn't rough exactly, but he definitely wasn't being gentle.

"Fuck, baby, it feels so good. I think I'm gonna cum in your mouth."

You whimpered again and he let out a breathy chuckle. "You wanna cum too? You can cum. Cum in your panties for me. Make a mess."

He increased his pace, going deep again, fucking your throat and moaning, groaning, completely lost in his own pleasure.

"This is so good, baby. I'm enjoying this a lot." He groaned thrusting against your throat and then he stopped. "Fuck, take it, baby, take my cum."

You felt his hot and huge load going down your throat and that was too much for you. You came in your panties.

He pulled out. Cum dripping down your chin. "That's right, love. Show me how much you're loving this."

You moaned softly coming down from your high and were grateful when he turned off the toy. He caressed your face, wiping away your tears, and helped you get on your feet and remove your panties. He took the toy out of you and wiped your chin with his fingers and kissed you softly.

"Are you okay, baby?" He asked to check on you. You nodded and he sighed in relief. You knew he was apprehensive, probably afraid he'd been too rough on you. He was surprisingly rough, but not too much and you liked it. God, you loved it.

"I'm fine, Doctor Strange." You replied making a point of continuing where you left off. "Tell me, did I do well?"

He let out a breathy chucked "You did great, baby."

You unbuttoned your bra getting completely naked for him. "How do you want me now, Doctor?"

He touched your face and then you could see the change in his face. "Help me out of my clothes."

You immediately bent down to remove his boots, and took the opportunity to free him from his pants and boxers. You dared look at him from that position and god, he looked perfect looking down at you kneeling before him with that look so concentrated and so serious. He looked intimidating.

He held out his hand to help you up and you finished undressing him. He was completely hard again. If there was one thing you couldn't complain about, it was Stephen's stamina. His refractory period was almost non-existent. The man was insatiable.

He cupped your face and pulled you to his lips pressing you against him. Your hands automatically went to his hair but he held them back.  "You didn't ask to touch my hair, did you?"

You bit the inside of your cheek "Sorry. Can I touch your hair?"

He nodded and you hurried to remove the hair tie letting his hair fall loose over his shoulders. "God, you're gorgeous." You whispered more to yourself than to him. He smirked and touched your tit lightly with the back of his hand, catching a nipple between his middle and index finger. Unable to stop himself, he took the other nipple into his lips and began sucking on the hardened bud. You intertwined your fingers in his hair, tilting your head back and moaning. He brought his hand to your neck, holding you by the throat, and then he kissed you again.

"Turn around and put your hands on the bed." He ordered and you obeyed, making a point of tilting your hips high and wiggling your ass to tease him. You felt his warm hand on your ass cheek and for a second you thought he was going to slap you, but he just squeezed, feeling you.

He brought two fingers to your entrance and hissed, "You're outrageously wet, Y/n. Is that all for me?"

"Yes" You confessed rocking your hips in his fingers and groaning obscenely.

"Yeah? You want me that much?"

"Yes. Please, Doctor Strange. I need you."

He hummed "Tell me what you need. I wanna hear you saying."

" I need to feel your cock stretching me. I want you to ruin me, to fuck me hard, to use me like your..."

He interrupted you by entering you with a hard thrust that knocked the air out of your lungs.

He kept one hand on your hips and the other on your shoulder and kept his thrusts at a surprisingly fast and rough pace. He kept his eyes fixed where you met, fascinated with the ring of white that formed around his cock from your cum and arousal. He was pounding against you and it felt so delicious.

"Yes, yes, use me, Doctor Strange. I'm yours." You almost screamed the words. The sound of your bodies bumping against each other was so loud, it just wasn't any more obscene than the wet sound of his cock moving in and out of your cunt. You were literally dripping. Your lubrication running down your thighs as he fucked you.

"So fucking good." He groaned in between his moans and grunts "This pussy feels so fucking good."

He managed to increase his pace even more and held your hips with both hands pulling you against his thrusts and you could feel your legs starting to shake, your orgasm building inside you, but something felt different, more intense than usual.

"I'm gonna cum" You barely had time to say the words to warn him and your orgasm washed over you and you felt hot liquid running down your legs. Your legs almost gave out from the intensity of it all and you felt Stephen's arms pulling you against his body and wrapping you in them. He kept himself buried inside you. "Look at that baby. You made a mess." He said in your ear teasing you.

You whimpered babbling a few incoherent words and he pulled out and turned you to look at him "I know, baby. It felt too good, you can't help it, right?" He cupped your face and kissed you. "It's okay, I like it." He knelt surprising you. "Spread your legs for me. Let me taste it."

You complied and he dove between your legs licking your entire slit, nuzzling his nose in your clit in the process and you moaned feeling your legs tremble with the overstimulation. Your hands gripped his hair and he hummed contentedly flicking his tongue all around your buddle of nerves, which was already very swollen and sensitive. He kept a hungry pace, rubbing his beard all over your core, making a mess and reveling in your fluids. Drinking it all.

"Stephen... it’s too much."

He stopped reluctantly and got up. His face was all red and wet, his hair messy. He looked perfect. He run his hand over his beard. "Get on the bed and get on your hands and knees for me." He said and you ran to do what he said.

He came right behind you. He spat in his hand and took the saliva to the head of his cock and then entered you again. He held your hips in his hands and kept his thrusts hard and fast.

It was too much, it all felt too much, too overwhelming, but at the same time you didn't want him to stop, you wanted him to keep going and go faster and faster and when he managed to hit your most sensitive spot you let out a groan and began to move your hips against his thrusts allowing him to go deeper, to touch that sweet spot with more force.

"Right there, right there... Oh my god, it feels too good, don’t stop, please don’t stop, daddy."

He grunted in utter surprise at how you had referred to him, but as if spurred on by that, he increased his pace, practically pounding against you.

"You feel so fuck good, baby. Tell me how good I'm making you feel."

"It feels good, daddy, it feels good. Please I'm so close, daddy, please make me cum, please daddy."

He kept going, but you could feel it in the way his cock was throbbing and in his breathing that was getting more and more ragged, that he was close to his limit, and you were determined to push him into it.

"You wanna cum for me, daddy. You're gonna fill me with cum?"

"Is that what you want? To be filled with my cum?"

"Yes, please."

He took a hand to your hair and held it in a makeshift ponytail and pulled it making you tilt your head back and continued thrusting into you mercilessly. "Keep talking to me, then."

"Yes, cum for me, daddy, give me your cum, I wanna feel it inside me, please, please... make me cum daddy, daddy please."

Stephen gave two more thrusts and stopped completely moaning pornographically loud and you felt his cum filling your hole, his cock pulsing so hard inside you, pushing you towards your own release. It felt huge and warm and wet and it wasn't until you were coming down from your high that you realized you had squirted again.

You collapsed on the bed, but Stephen still wasn't satisfied, something about it all made him surprisingly insatiable. He flipped you over with your back on the mattress and slided between your legs and entered you again, thrusting fast and hard, cupping your face and making you look him in the eye. He knew it wasn't going to last but he didn't care, he needed it, he needed to come one more time and he needed you to see him doing it this time.

"Stephen... please... it’s too much." You plead beneath him and something between your cock drunk face and the tears streaming down your cheeks was the trigger he needed.

He hurried to pull out and came all over your stomach. He wanted you to see that mess. That you could see that he had marked you with his seed. That you were his.

Stephen was impressed with how that little role play had made him so feral for you. It was as if it had stirred his most primitive instincts: possession, control, jealousy and an uncontrollable desire. He couldn't complain though, he had loved every second of it and by the way he made you come three times, he assumed you had loved it as much or even more than he did.

He rolled onto his side on the bed letting his breathing return to normal and you lay there, staring at the ceiling with dreamy eyes and a wide smile on your lips. Your hair was all messed up, your body covered in sweat and your fluids. God, you looked gorgeous. Sometimes he could hardly believe you were his wife.

"Come here, baby" He held out his arms for you to snuggle in, but you hesitated.

"I better clean myself up first, or I'll make a mess of the sheets."

Stephen shook his head "More than we've done? Or rather than you've done?"

You smiled shyly and he saw your cheeks redden. So sweet. It didn't matter that you'd been together for so long, every time you'd squirted, you'd been charmingly embarrassed about it, like you'd done something wrong.

"You know men love that, right?" He asked cupping your chin gently and making you look at him. You shook your head, but didn't answer.

"In eight years, I've managed to make you squirt only four times, including both times tonight. Trust me, it's always special when it happens. And I like it. It makes me feel like I'm doing everything really well. No need to be embarrassed about it, okay?"

You nodded and moved slowly closer to him. His semen running down the sides of your body. You laid your head on his shoulder and he kissed your lips softly.

"Tell me, was it how you imagined?" He asked a little unsure. Deep down Stephen was worried that he had been too rough on you. You weren't used to that, but rationally he knew that if you didn't like it you would have asked him to stop.

"I loved it, and I think I made it ridiculously obvious, didn't I?" You replied hiding your face in the crook of his neck. He grinned to himself.

"I liked too."

"Really?"

"Very much indeed." He stroked your hair gently. "You know I like to be in control. I'd rather not be when it comes to sex, but it's undeniable that I enjoyed it."

You cupped his face, your thumb stroking his beard "I'm very lucky then." You kissed him deeply. Your tongue entering his mouth and dominating him like you always did. You pull away and smiled adorably at him.

"Yeah? why is that?" He asked.

"Because I have a husband who can be both: my good boy and my daddy."

Now it was Stephen's turn to blush. He couldn't deny that he loved hearing you call him your good boy. It was ridiculous, but so pleasurable. Daddy, however, was something he still needed to get used to, but it was undeniable that it worked on you, given the way you had repeated that word that night, and if it pleased you, it pleased him too.

"Which one do you prefer?" He asked kissing you and nuzzling his face in yours, inhaling your scent into his lungs. "Your good boy or your daddy?"

You hummed. Almost a purr. "Depends on the moment, I guess."

"Hm. I like being your good boy. It’s embarrassing, but I don’t care" He admitted and then stretched lazily.

"Shower?" You suggested and he nodded getting up and giving his hand to help you up too. "And then food. I'm starving, baby. I haven't had anything but breakfast today. How about we order from that restaurant we went to last week?" He suggested.

"The Italian?"

"Exactly."

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Realizations Most Strange

Based on this request: "Strange x Reader: The reader is another mentor to Peter and when Strange sees the two of them working together it makes him realize that he’s completely in love with her"

a/n: i am way too proud of this title

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Stephen Strange is not in love. It would be impossible to describe how little he is in love, how straightforward his attitude is towards the world, how his heart has never skipped a beat once in his entire life. It’s unnecessary to even mention these sorts of things, because like he said, Stephen isn’t in love. Not in the slightest.

This wouldn’t explain why Wong seems convinced that Stephen does have a crush, however. It feels like not a day goes by without Wong happening to mention (typically with far less discretion as the other sorcerer seems to think) how fascinating it is to see Stephen dependent on someone else’s opinion of him. No matter how many times Stephen declares himself to be utterly impervious to anything of the sort, Wong never believes him.

Stephen can’t come up with any reason why Wong would think such a thing. It’s not like Stephen has ever expressed any interest in anyone else. Although it took time, he’s moved on from Christine, and he’s even able to smile over her relationship with another man. Simply put, there’s no one he could possibly admire quite so much as to warrant a crush, so being in love is out of the question.

If he were to be in love, though, Stephen could admit that being in love with Y/N L/N wouldn’t be all that bad. He isn’t in love, of course, and would gladly repeat that another thousand times if that’s what it took for people to accept it, but if he was, Y/N would be his first pick. 

She’s another Master of the Mystic Arts, and has been in residence at the New York Sanctum for a couple of years now. Technically, Stephen thinks she was supposed to leave after six months, but for some reason that time constraint hasn’t been brought up since her arrival. He definitely has nothing to do with that.

At the moment, Stephen doesn’t have time to even begin to think about Y/N and his lack of a crush on her. The New York Sanctum is host to a guest this afternoon, a spiderling who’s just dropped by after his school day ends. Ever since the battle against Thanos and Tony Stark’s resulting sacrifice, Peter Parker has been coming over to visit. 

The kid claims it’s for help with Avengers business. Stephen harbors a secret belief that it might actually have something to do with Peter’s need to see somebody, anybody to feel like he’s not quite so alone. When he’s around the other Masters of the Mystic Arts, Peter Parker is no longer at the top of the food chain when it comes to stopping extraterrestrial or simply weird threats to the city. He’s just some kid, like he always should have been.

That kind of relief has to feel good for a high school student. So, as much as Stephen pretends to roll his eyes and make sarcastic comments about it being past Peter’s bedtime the second the sun starts to set, it’s common knowledge that Peter will be welcome at the New York Sanctum at any time of any day.

Right now, he’s been passed over to Y/N for some light combat training. It’s one thing for Peter to use his webs against normal threats, like carjackers or your garden variety thug, but once you start messing with magic users, the rules of the game change.

They’re starting off fairly easy right now, with Peter trying to improvise on how to fight Y/N while she’s using portals or conjuring amber bands of spells to combat his webs. The kid can pick up new things pretty well, even Stephen can admit that, but he’s still rough when it comes to unusual foes.

Case in point:  Y/N ducks under a web spiraling at her head and launches a glowing sphere of magic at Peter. It bowls him over cleanly and he falls to the ground. The two of them have taken the precaution of putting padding and mats on a large section of the floors in the Sanctum training room, so Peter only suffers a mild case of getting the air knocked out of his lungs. That’s Stephen’s professional diagnosis, at least.

Y/N leans over him, extending an arm to help the younger boy up. She laughs at the startled look on his face, and reaches over to casually muss up his head. Stephen’s watching the proceedings from a higher level, so he can’t exactly make out what’s being said, but he can see that they both break out into laughter.

Something strange happens the longer Stephen watches. It’s as if time slows down, even though he hasn’t laid a single finger to the green Infinity Stone. He can see the sunlight gleaming in through open windows, cascading around Y/N to land in golden puddles at her feet. It makes sense on some level in Stephen’s brain, that even light itself would be drawn to her. What in this world, or the countless beyond it, wouldn’t want to be near her if it could?

His knuckles are white on the railing of the balcony as Stephen leans over the edge. He doesn’t realize that he’s doing it until his hands start to ache, phantom pains from an injury that still plagues him. Stephen has long associated that kind of hurt with what happened when he was still with Christine, but now he’s turning his mind to focus on a new sort of feeling, one centered around an entirely different woman.

Y/N laughs again, and the faintest whisper of it makes the journey up to where Stephen stands. It is here, collecting in the echoes of that joy, that he realizes something once and for all, a truth he’s been running from for who knows how long.

Stephen is in love, and he is in love with her.

Wong looks up, surprised, when Stephen all but throws open the door to his office. The Sorcerer Supreme puts down his book on the desk in front of him, starting to rise. 

“What is it, Strange?” Wong asks, clearly unnerved by Stephen’s behavior. “Has something happened? Are we under attack?”

“No,” Stephen assures him. “Not now, at least.” 

Wong gestures for Stephen to take a seat, but he can’t manage to pull himself together long enough for that to happen. Instead, Stephen starts to pace back and forth across Wong’s office. Wong looks mournfully at the carpet under Stephen’s feet, as if silently cataloging how much it’s going to cost to buy a new one after Stephen wears this one to shreds under the force of his stress.

“What’s wrong, then?” Wong prods gently after Stephen stays silent.

At last, Stephen is able to freeze in place, and turns to Wong with a haunted look. “I think I’m in love.”

Wong stares at him for a moment, then breaks out into loud laughter. Even Stephen’s agitation calms for a moment, forgotten as he stares at Wong in sheer confusion. Wong continues to laugh for what must be at least a full minute or two, the same rough, booming sound echoing around them.

Eventually, Wong is able to contain himself, and goes on speaking as if he hadn’t ever been interrupted. “I knew it. I called this months ago. It’s Y/N, isn’t it?”

Stephen is forced to nod in agreement, which makes Wong raise a finger in vindication. 

“I told you, didn’t I?” Wong says, “And you didn’t listen, but you are now. I was wondering when this day would come.”

“Alright, alright,” Stephen says, raising his hands to ward off Wong’s triumph if anything else, “I get it, you were right, I was wrong. Now what do I do?”

Wong blinks at him. “Why are you asking me that? I’m your coworker, Strange, not your therapist. Go figure this out on your own time.”

Stephen pinches the bridge of his nose. “Yes, I get that, but I don’t know what to do.”

Wong shrugs. “You dated Christine for a while, didn’t you? Just do that again.”

Stephen frowns. “We broke up because I told her that she couldn’t have any meaning to me. After that, I was friendzoned and now she’s engaged to someone else.”

“Okay, so don’t do that,” Wong contemplates, “Look, it’s easier than you think. You’re just complicating things. You do that a lot.”

“Thanks,” Stephen says with a clearly forced smile.

“No problem,” Wong replies happily, “Always here to help.”

Stephen doesn’t bother to respond to that, just glares balefully at his friend.

Wong sighs. “Fine, fine. No need to burst a vein. How about you do something simple? Take her out for dinner or something. Hell, even coffee. She’s going to need coffee to keep up with you.”

Stephen’s eyes narrow. “I’m confused, were you encouraging me to ask her out or not? Because right now it sounds like you don’t like the idea of the two of us together.”

Wong chuckles. “Oh no, I think it’s a fantastic idea. You need someone like Y/N in your life to keep you in check. I just like making fun of you.”

“Figures,” Stephen mutters, but thanks his friend for the advice anyway.

In truth, Wong’s not wrong. Stephen does have a habit of overthinking and overdoing things, especially when it’s about the people in his life that really matter. He’d tear down this universe and the next if it meant keeping his loved ones safe.

So, basically, getting this right is really important, both for Stephen’s general happiness and his future of friendships at the New York Sanctum. He waits for Peter to leave, which takes far more time than Stephen’s feeble patience can really tolerate, then heads down to meet Y/N alone as soon as he can.

Y/N’s collecting the mats from the training room floor, so Stephen helps out, conjuring up a few spells to clean up the space.

She smiles at him gratefully. “Thanks for the assist.”

“Thanks for babysitting the kid,” Stephen responds.

Y/N laughs. “It’s not as bad as you think. Sure, he can be a little exuberant, but it’s just fun.”

“Yeah, it’s because he likes you the best,” Stephen argues, “but I can’t blame him.”

The last part of his sentence is quieter, but Y/N still hears it. She cocks her head to the side questioningly. “What do you mean?”

This is it, his chance. Stephen exhales and turns to face her. “I was wondering, if you weren’t too busy–”

Y/N cuts him off with a wry grin. “Who isn’t busy around here?”

He must have looked quite pained when she interrupted him, because Y/N holds up her hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. I’m quiet. What were you wondering?”

Stephen does his best to steady his nerves despite the suspension in his adrenaline fuelled offer. “I was wondering if you would want to go get coffee with me sometime. You know, one of these mornings. Not the night, that wouldn’t make sense. And if you don’t like coffee, we could always just go to a different type of shop, or get something else, or–”

Y/N saves him again, laughing quietly. “I think getting coffee sounds like an excellent idea to me. Is this a date, Stephen?”

She looks at him with a curious grin, mischievously prodding. Stephen nods, hoping that he’s not about to ruin this whole thing.

“Yeah,” he says, “Yeah, it is a date. Are you still okay with that?”

Y/N fixes him with her most brilliant grin yet, and Stephen feels the last of his worries melt away from him. “I would be more than okay with that.”

With that, she picks up the last of the mats and turns to put it away, leaving Stephen standing there with a more than self satisfied smile. Perhaps he’s managed to make this work after all. He wouldn’t believe it himself were it not for the joy on Y/N’s face when he asked her out, but it’s true. He’s got a date, and he couldn’t be happier about it.

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Scarlet Webs

Wanda Maximoff x Spider-Man!Reader

For @tokufighter

She thought it was the end. Wanda Maximoff was supposed to die on that mountain along with the Scarlet Witch. And yet the next thing that Wanda remembers was falling.

Falling in the open air towards a series of buildings. Was it New York? How did this happen?!

Wanda found herself falling towards the ground faster and faster, her magic rendered useless. And then came a blur of red and blue, zipping into her view.

Suddenly the ground stopped growing near, "don't worry ma'am I got you" you reassured her before landing on top of the Empire State Building.

"You good?" you tried to ask her, calmly reassuring this mysterious and beautiful woman before you.

"Peter? You're here?" Wanda asked you.

"Sorry?" you asked back a little confused. "Who's Peter?"

"Peter Parker? Oh come on" Wanda rolled her eyes at you, "I know you, Spider-Man"

You removed your mask, exposing your face. Wanda gasped, "You're not Peter Parker"

"Sorry. I'm (Y/N), (Y/N) (L/N)" you gave a smile to her. Your smile, something about it seemed familiar.

And then it hit her like a ton of bricks. It was the same smile that haunted her dreams. The smile that graced the faces of her twin boys.

"I've never see someone like you before" you spoke, interrupting her thoughts.

"Ever hear of the Avengers?" she asked you, a small blush making its way across her face.

"Yeah. I'm a proud member" you smiled back.

Could this be it? Could you of all people be the key to the life she had with her boys?

"Since you're not from around here" you gave a nervous shrug, "maybe I could show you around."

You held out your hand to her, a simple little invite but one that held so much more with it. Wanda couldn't help but smile and take your hand.

"I'd like that" she whispered back.

She could see herself already falling in love with you.

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Stephen: My cloak is not the new love of my life, you know I love you.

You, pouting in the back: Then how come the cape gets to ride in shotgun?

Stephen: He gets carsick, (Y/n), you know this-

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Barbie (2023) Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022)

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Change is Never Easy

Summary: The two of you called it quits a month or so ago...and then Y/n faints during a shift. Change is never easy.

Pairing: Surgeon!Strange x Fem!Nurse!Reader

Warning(s): ex-lovers, exes to lovers(?), fainting, unexpected pregnancy

The atmosphere at General-Metro had quickly become thick with tensions ever since the breakup. Dr Stephen Strange and Nurse Y/n L/n had officially called it quits a few weeks ago, and the lingering awkwardness between them was impossible to ignore.

Navigating the hallways was like tiptoeing through an emotional minefield.

Y/n, nursing her wounded heart, did her best to keep up appearances during her shifts. She tried to focus on her tasks and avoid any unnecessary encounters with Stephen.

The air of the hospital was constantly charged with unspoken words and unresolved emotions; and the slightest interaction left both of the medical professionals on edge.

On one fateful day, while Y/n was basking in her lunch-break, the build up of the emotional strain proved too much. In the break-room, surrounded by the hum of vending machines and the distant chatter of her coworkers, Y/n collapsed.

Panicked voices echoed through the room as her coworkers rushed to her aid.

---

The current events of Stephen Strange's ex did not reach him until later on in the day, courtesy of one Christine Palmer, who had intercepted him in the bustling hallway.

"Stephen, have you gone to check on Ella? Something happened to her during her shift, and I haven't had to opportunity to see her yet," Christine whispered urgently, concern etched into her voice.

Stephen's brow furrowed in confusion. "What? No, I haven't. Is she alright?"

Christine briefly briefed him on the situation before she got paged to another emergency, prompting Stephen to abandon his current path and seek out Y/n.

When he found her, lying down in a quiet corner of the hospital, seemingly alright, the relief on his face was undeniable.

Slowly walking over to her, he brushed a stray hair out of her face. "What happened to you?" Concern prominent in his voice as he dragged a chair over.

With a flutter of her eyes and a shaky smile, Y/n greeted him. "Hey, Stephen. I don't really know what happened. I just felt incredibly dizzy, and then everything went black for a moment. I'm probably just dehydrated, I'm sure everything is fine."

Stephen raised his eyebrows, and his professional instincts kicked in. "People don't just faint for no reason, Y/n. I'm going to order a few tests to make sure."

Before calling in others, Stephen quickly did an examination, asking her about her symptoms and taking note of her vitals.

As Stephen focused on the exam, Y/n couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia. Their interactions were once filled with warmth and familiarity. Now, they were tainted by the awkwardness that hung in the air like a heavy cloud.

She was broken from her thoughts by Stephen's sigh of relief. "Physically, you seem find. I'm still getting other tests done to be thorough."

Y/n nodded, appreciating the concern emanating from her ex-lover. "Thanks, Stephen. I appreciate it."

---

It was probably about fourty-five minutes later when Stephen was given Y/n's test results. His eyes scanned the report, his expression changing from professional concern to surprise. Y/n, being curious and anxious about what he had seen, couldn't help up speak up.

"Stephen, what is it? What's on the report? Am I okay?" she pressed, her eyes searching his chiseled face for answers.

Taking a moment to compose himself, Stephen finally spoke, his voice a mix of disbelief and realisation. "Y/n, you're...pregnant."

Time seemed to still as the revelation hung in the air. Y/n's eyes widened, mirroring Stephen's astonishment. The awkwardness of their recent breakup was momentarily forgotten as they processed this unexpected twist of fate.

"Pregnant?" Y/n repeated, the word feeling foreign on her lips. "But we were careful?"

Stephen's mind raced, still processing the news. "Well, it seems we have to blame the twisted mind of the universe for this."

~~~

A/N So...I'm back from the dead 🙃 Sorry for another hiatus, Uni sucks, but I'm on break now :) Hopefully I can write more...but I'm me sooooo, please don't get your hopes up. BUT, there will be a part two of this that I have already pre-written so...

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