#fluffy doctor strange

[geeky-politics-46]

Just Hold Me

Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Something is wrong. You are acting odd & all Stephen wants to do is help you feel better

Warnings: Not much, light angst & references to potential depression. Fluffy ending. Sinister being the most loving devoted boy ever even if he doubts himself.

Totally a self-comfort piece. I've been feeling sad & this is what I want right now.

He wasn't used to seeing you this way. In fact, in all the time you had been in his universe, he had never seen you like this before. The light was missing from your eyes. You weren't crying, but your normal sunny disposition was nowhere to be found.

Your face was a blank slate. You didn't seem angry or outright upset, but your smile was nowhere to be seen. Even when he put on your favorite show, you weren't smiling and giggling like you normally would. It was breaking his heart.

You had always been the sunshine to his dark storm cloud self. You brightened his day and cleared away the gloom and cobwebs that had invaded his mind for years. He hoped that he hadn't somehow accidentally extinguished that fire and light that made you so enchanting. That was something he knew he would never forgive himself for. 

Even the weather outside had shifted with your personality. The cracks of sunlight that had started illuminating the barren land below, lulling it back to life, had dimmed. Storm clouds and low rumbles of thunder followed in the next few days. By the third day, it had begun steadily drizzling on and off all day.

Perhaps you wanted to leave but didn't know how to tell him. He was sure he would die if you did leave, but he wouldn't keep you there if you were no longer happy in his world. Or with him. Maybe you decided you couldn't love a monster like him anymore. He wouldn't blame you.

He found you sitting in your shared bed, bundled up in blankets, and just staring out the window. Watching the raindrops pitter patter against the window. Your hair hadn't been brushed in a day or two, and you were still in the shirt you slept in. 

"I know you have said nothing is wrong, but I know you are lying, my love. You can tell me if you want to leave. If you aren't happy with me anymore. If you have changed your mind about us. Or if I have done something to hurt you. I will make it right in any way that I can. Even if it means losing you. Your happiness is the most important thing in the multiverse to me." 

Your heart ached that you made him question your love for him. That had never even been a thought in your mind. You loved Stephen unconditionally. In fact, even you couldn't pinpoint what you were feeling or why you were feeling so withdrawn. You couldn't stand to see his eyes looking like a scolded puppy, and you immediately wanted him to be near you.

"Oh, Stephen. Come here. 

You unwrapped yourself from the blankets and patted the spot next to you on the bed. Wanting him to join you in your blanket cocoon.

"You haven't done anything to hurt me, and I definitely haven't changed my mind about us. I love you more than anything, Stephen. I'm just feeling really down, and I don't know why. It's stupid, and there's no real reason why that I can think of. I didn't want to bring your mood down with me, but I guess that didn't really work, huh?"

He had brought himself to sit in the bed next to you. Not wanting to touch you until you gave him permission, but he grabbed one of your hands in his as you wiped away a couple of stray tears with the other. 

"Trust me, darling. I have been to the depths of despair, and nothing you could say could bring me down. Not as long as you are here and you let me help you. Now, what do you need? Do you want anything to drink or eat? I can get you some more blankets to snuggle in. I can put on one of your favorite movies. I can leave you alone if you want me to, but I'd rather be here if you'll let me. Even if we just sit here in silence."

Your heart warmed at the honesty in his eyes and in his voice. You had never met a man quite like him. One who had seen and felt so much in his life. Had his world ripped apart in front of him, and yet all he wanted was to make you feel better. Even just having him next to you now made you feel a little less sad. A hint of a smile pulled at your lips for the first time in days. 

"Can you just hold me, please, Stephen? I just want to lay here and listen to the storm and have you hold me tight. I don't really know what's wrong with me right now, but you feel right to me."

He smiled at your request. He was so hoping that you would let him hold you. He knew that having you in his arms was always what made him feel better when the dark thoughts and lingering voices from the Darkhild threatened to overtake his mind. 

"Of course darling. All you ever have to do is ask." 

With that, he snuggled down under the covers and held you tight. Spooning you from behind and making sure his body touched yours as much as he possibly could before using his magic to pull the soft fluffy blankets up around both of you. Restoring your little cocoon you had made with both of you inside it now. Your hand quickly found its place over his, and your body wiggled to get even closer. 

He pressed a couple of soft, comforting kisses to your shoulder once you had found your comfortable spot. His heart fluttered a little when he heard you sigh and felt you relax into his arms. Letting your body melt into his. 

You stayed like this for what had to be hours. It didn't matter to him how long he stayed there. He wasn't going to let you go until you told him to. He would hold you until the universe collapsed around you both if you asked him to. His reason for living was to be the mooring that held you steady in both calm and stormy seas.

He knew you were on the verge of sleep by the way your breath pattern changed. It was only then that he let his own guard down and let himself begin to drift with you. Then, in the smallest and sweetest tone, he heard you whisper. It was barely audible.

"Thank you, Stephen. I love you."

He smiled softly to himself. Nudging his nose into your hair to get closer to you still. Whispering back into your ear, the truest words he had ever spoken in his life.

"I love you too, darling. Always and with all of my being. Though good and bad."

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[fallingforunrealisticromance]

Hold me - Sherlock x fem!reader

Request: "Can you one with the bbc sherlock x female reader? Maybe one where sherlock is touched starved but doesn't realise it. And then he meets the reader and it's all fluffy at the end please? xx"

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2156

A/N: I'm so sorry i haven't been posting!! I've had a hectic month and not much time to write but i'm getting back to it!! If you have requested something, I'm getting round to them slowly but surely. Thank you all <33

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Sherlock never realised how touch starved he was. It was never really something he ever paid any attention to. In his mind, physical affection was yet another unimportant custom most normal people liked to spend their time searching for. He couldn’t be bothered with that. That was, until he met you.

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“Stop talking Anderson, it lowers the IQ of the entire street.” Sherlock hissed.

You let out a small laugh as Sherlock, slammed the door in his face. John and Lestrade both turned to look at you.

“Sorry. It’s just- well he’s not wrong.” You said, shrugging your shoulders.

“I very rarely am.” Sherlock replied without looking over at you.

You rolled your eyes “Okay, no need to get all cocky Mr detective.”

You walked past him, resting your hand on the shoulder, before quickly taking removing it. “Sorry.”

Sherlocks brow furrowed. “Why are you sorry?”

“I know you don’t like people touching you.” You replied nonchalantly.

Sherlock went to speak but the words died on his tongue. So instead, he opted for a sharp nod before turning his attention back to the dead body in front of him. He had actually rather liked the feeling of your fingers running along his arm, even if it was only for a second. You were right, normally he would hate people touching him. But he found himself wishing that you would do it again, only this time leave your hand there for maybe a while longer.

“Sherlock.” John’s voice snapped the detective from his thoughts.

“Hmm?” He mumbled.

“You found anything? You’ve been crouched there for a few minutes now.”

Sherlock stood up, brushing the dirt from his coat.

“It was her husband. He killed her.” Sherlock relayed to Lestrade before promptly leaving the room.

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“Well. That’s one way to get home.” You said breathlessly as you rested against the wall of 221b.

“Yeah next time we have a case sherlock, can we not chase the killer through London on foot? They have cabs for a reason.” John panted, flopping down on the sofa.

“A cab would have been far too slow Watson.” You answered, smiling at him. “However, I have to agree with him sherlock, less running next time yeah?” You said to the detective who was leaning on his desk.

“Oh I don’t know, I think it adds to the fun.” Sherlock said with a tight-lipped smile.

“Did sherlock Holmes just make a joke?” John asked, staring at you in shock.

“Oh god the bloods rushed to his head” You replied jokingly. Sherlock just scoffed at the pair of you.

“Right, it’s been fun boys but I should probably be off.” You went to take a step forward without noticing your shoelace was undone.

You tripped over, falling forward expecting to crash into the hard floor beneath you. What you weren’t anticipating was sherlock catching you. His arms wrapped around your stomach as your hands clung to his arms. His heartbeat increased rapidly as you rested against him for a moment, trying to regain your footing. You stood up still clutching his arms.

“That’s embarrassing.” You laughed looking down at your shoes, seemingly unaware of sherlocks hands planted firmly just above your hips.

Sherlocks head was spinning. The feeling of your body pressed against him was something he quite enjoyed, even if it was in an awkward position.

You patted sherlocks shoulder.

“Thanks mate, that could’ve been a lot more painful.” To sherlocks disappointment, you moved out of his grasp in order to tie your shoelace.

John furrowed his brow as he noticed the hint of longing held in sherlocks gaze before it quickly faded.

“Yeah. No problem. See you later.” He said before promptly leaving to go to his room.

You watched him leave, rather confused by his rapid exit. “Did he seem a bit off to you?” You asked john.

“Yeah a bit.” He replied honestly.

“Well check up on him, make sure he’s alright yeah?” John nodded at your words. “Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow probably. Bye Watson.” And with that you left the infamous flat.

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­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­Since then, sherlock found any excuse he could to have some form of contact with you. Whether it was standing that little bit closer to you in order for his arm to brush yours every so often, or letting you hold his hand if you were ever scared. Your touch provided him with a sense of comfort he never knew he’d needed.

Currently you were sat in your flat, curled up under some blankets on your sofa. There had been a lot of draining cases lately and while you wouldn’t swap your job for anything else – it really took a toll on you. You’d barely slept over the past week and when you had it had been a restless, disturbed night. Your body felt as if it was going to shut down any minute soon and you were honestly hoping it would as it might allow you to finally get a decent rest. However, as this is your life and nothing is ever that simple, your phone began to ring. Reluctantly you pulled your hands out from the bundle of warmth you had created and lifted the phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Y/n hi its Greg.”

You shot up. You loved Greg but he never called for a good reason, something was always wrong. You didn’t have it in you for another case right now, but that was what you were paid for. Your wellbeing would just have to wait.

“What is it this time? Please don’t tell me it’s another murder” You replied.

Lestrade chuckled stiffly. “Er no it’s not a case as such.” He fell quiet.

“Well?” You prompted. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s sherlock. He’s well I don’t really know.” Greg replied.

That did nothing to calm your nerves, if anything it set you more on edge. “

Is john with you?” You asked.

“Uh yeah, I’ll pass you to him.” You heard a small conversation before john’s voice came through the phone.

“Hi y/n”

“What’s wrong with him?” You asked, heart beating rapidly.

You knew he had issues with drugs and if tonight was a bad night, you needed to know. You cared immensely for the detective.

“Well nothing I don’t think. It’s weird, I’m pretty sure he’s gone into his ‘mind palace’ but he just keeps saying your name.” John explained.

You fell silent. Why would sherlock be saying your name in his mind palace? Actually why was he saying your name at all?

“My name?” You repeated.

“Yeah I don’t actually have a clue what’s going on, could you come over?” John asked.

“Um yeah. Yeah I’ll be on my way.” You hung up the phone before scrambling to get off of the sofa. This was really strange, but you just needed to know that he was okay.

After about 20 minutes you found yourself knocking at 221b as you’d done many times in the past, but tonight felt weird. Mrs Hudson opened the door, beaming at you.

“Oh y/n! How lovely to see you” She said pulling you in for a hug.

“Hi Mrs Hudson. I’m here for…well I don’t actually know. John asked me to come.” You explained.

“Yes sherlock’s been acting very strange tonight.” You raised your eyebrows at her. “Stranger than normal my dear. He was getting really worked up about a case earlier and he was doing his normal anticks. You know, pacing, shooting my wall, yelling at john – the normal. But he just went quiet, john said he went to his mind palace whatever that is. Apparently he keeps asking for you.” She explained.

“Yeah john said.” You replied quietly, looking up at the stairs.

“Well you better go up there dear.” She patted your back before returning to her flat.

You took a deep breath before making your way up the stairs. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous, but your hands were shaking tremendously. You pushed the door open, seeing sherlock, sat in his chair with his eyes closed.

“Hi” You said quietly. John and Lestrade greeted you. “So I’m here but what exactly am I meant to do?” You asked looking over at the detective.

“Not a clue. Just talk to him?” John suggested.

You sighed. “okay.” You made your way over to him. “Hi Sherloc-“

But before you could finish your sentence, the detective jumped up from his chair wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulled you into his body, holding you tightly. His head fell to your shoulder, burrowing it in the crook of your neck. That was the last thing you’d expected him to do. You stood wide eyed, your arms hanging either side of you. This was not like sherlock at all, not that you minded his sudden display of affection – but it worried you slightly.

“Hold me. Please.” He whispered, so only you could hear. His breath against your neck sent a shiver down your spine, your heart racing. He sounded so desperate; it almost made you cry.

“Okay.” You said softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, slowly running your fingers through the base of his curls.

He sighed, and almost melted into your touch as you did so. You could feel his hands clutching your shirt, as if he was trying to calm himself down.

“You’re okay sherlock. I’m here, your safe.” You mumbled softly.

You had no idea what he was feeling right now, but it felt like that’s what he needed to hear. The two of you stayed there for a while, you just allowing Sherlock to do what he needed. John and Lestrade stood behind you, staring at the sight before them in utter shock. After a moment, sherlock pulled his head up to face you without releasing his hold on your waist. Your eyes scanned his own, trying to figure him out. His face was flushed red from having rested on you for so long

“Hello.” He said gently.

You smiled at him, arms still loosely around his neck.

“Hi.” You replied.

Slowly, sherlock reached a hand up to cup your face. His thumb moved gently across your cheek as he looked down at you. You were almost certain your heart was about to explode.

“Why won’t you get out of my head?” He questioned, more to himself than anyone else.

“I’m…sorry?” You offered not entirely sure what to say back.

He smiled at you.

“Don’t be. I’m more than okay with it. It’s just…strange. I’ve never craved another person before. But you.” His voice trailed off as he stared at you like you were the most precious thing to walk the earth. “You are all I think about. All the time. I want to be with you, near you. I want to touch you all the time.”

You were speechless.

“Not even necessarily in a sexual way. But just, feel you. You seem to calm me in a way nothing ever has before.”

You could feel tears threatening to fall. You weren’t sure exactly why, but just the raw emotion sherlock was willing to show you was overwhelming. In the best way possible.

“I’m glad I can help.” You voice was quiet, barely audible, but you knew he’d heard you.

“So can I-“ John’s voice interrupted.

“Get out. The pair of you.” Sherlock snapped, not even looking at them.

You laughed slightly, turning your head to face them. “I’d listen to him lads. I think I’ll be okay.”

Greg looked utterly baffled but didn’t question it.

“You do know I live here?” John said.

“Well go talk to Mrs Hudson?” You suggested, feeling sherlock becoming rather annoyed.

“Go.” He demanded.

With that, they left the flat. Sherlock gently pulled your head to look back at him. His eyes flickered down to your lips ever so slightly.

“I want to try something.” He said softly.

“Okay.” You replied, knowing exactly what he was going to do. He lowered his face to yours until you could feel his breath fanning across your lips.

“Are you sure-“

“Sherlock just kiss me.” You begged.

Without any hesitation, he crashed his lips against yours. He held your face gently as if he was scared, he would lose you while pulling you impossibly closer. His lips were soft as they melted against yours. Your heart was hammering in your chest, you were sure it would break free. Reluctantly, you pulled away to breathe, but Sherlock kept a firm grip on you as he rested his forehead against yours.

“I don’t know what this is.” He spoke softly, not wanting to ruin the moment. “But I do know, I don’t want to be apart from you. Will you stay with me?” He asked, eyes full of hope.

You grinned up at him as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Until you order me away.” You replied happily, before leaning forward to kiss him once again.

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[lokidokieokie]

I'm Here, Whenever You're Ready.

Request from Wattpad: You have a very stressful day at work, and come home to your husband *cough* Stephen *cough*. He asks what is wrong, but you tend to handle things on your own and solve your own problems since your autopilot is to do things yourself, and assure him its fine. basically he just pampers you and stuff. Really fluffy<3

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Wife!Reader

Warning(s): Kinda self-deprecating reader, worried!Stephen, caring!Stephen, fluff (lots of it), kinda comfort-fic-ish, consumption of alcohol, descriptions of toxic work environments

If there was one thing you thoroughly enjoyed about the clock hitting 5pm, it was definitely the fact that you could finally leave the workplace that had been spawned from hell itself. 

Today, your workplace and fellow employees had decided to be Thanos-sized pains in the ass and graciously blame every single problem in existence on you, and you only. 

When the coffee machine decided to short-circuit all the electrical appliances in the kitchen because Lauren had somehow managed to spill water all over the electrical sockets: “Y/n! That’s coming out of your paycheck!”

When David from Marketing didn’t get his figures in on time because he would rather ogle Maxine’s breasts than get this month’s profit and loss statement done: “Y/n! Get your act together and get me those figures, NOW! I expected better from you.”

And then there was the one thing that truly iced the cake. For a couple months now, Abigail (the bane of your existence) had been pushing the majority of her workload onto you, while she just sat at her desk and tried to look sexy for your boss, Nolan. 

Normally, it irritated you but you put up with it. You just wanted to get out by 5 without any fuss. But today, you had had enough. She had piled on four different accounts that all had five sub-accounts each. You could not get any of that done by 5. 

So, you did what any over-worked and super-stressed out employee would do. You went to your boss. 

“Nolan, there’s an issue I need to address with you.”

“What is it, Y/n? I’m incredibly busy.” You internally rolled your eyes; yeah, ‘busy’ sitting here and betting on the next horse race probably.

You explained the situation with Abigail and her workload and eventually made it to today’s problem. “They all need to be finalised by 5 and I cannot get that done on-time on my own, especially with all of the work I already have to do. Could you ask her to do her own work for once?” 

He shifted his head and stared at you with a look that screamed irritation on his face. 

“Are you really that useless that you can’t get four simple accounts in order? In the next four hours nonetheless? God, you're pathetic. Get those four accounts done by 3 or you’re fired.”

You stared at him, jaw agape and eyes wide open. 

“W-what? Nolan? That isn’t possible. Each of those has five sub-accounts eac-”

“I don’t care. Get it done and get out!” 

You quickly slipped out the door and got to work, ensuring that you glared at Abigail the entire trip back to your desk. 

That was how you ended up seated in front of the Rotunda of Gateways, staring into the abyss with a glass of Prosecco in your hand; over-analysing every single mistake you had made in those accounts in the rush to get them done. 

Bringing the glass to your lips, you took another gulp of the sweet liquid and internally screamed. Why did your workplace have to be so toxic? Why couldn’t you work at some little business that was run by a sweet old woman who didn’t take advantage of you?

You were so caught up in your internal warfare that you didn’t hear Stephen come into the room. So when you felt his hands on your shoulder, you jumped and spilled wine all over your blouse. 

“Sorry, Darling. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You took a deep breath, “It’s fine, Stephen. Don’t worry about it.”

He made his way around you, crouched down and began to rub your upper arms. 

“Are you alright, Sweetheart? You don’t seem like yourself.” 

“I’m fine.”

You attempted to smile, but of course, Stephen saw right through it. Standing up, he grabbed your hand and began walking towards your bedroom. 

“Stephen, what are you-”

“Be quiet, Love. Just go along with it.”

With a flick of his fingers, water began streaming out of the tap into the bathtub; the water being the perfect temperature for the both of you to get in. Settled against Stephen’s chest, you slowly felt the stress begin to ebb away as you took in his heavenly scent. 

His hands made their way to your shoulders and began kneading your tense muscles. He continued his ministrations, every so often bringing his lips to your shoulder or cheek; reaffirming his love for you with every lowly whispering of how much he adored you. Slowly, your eyes began to close, fully immersing yourself in the pampering that your husband was subjecting you to. 

When the water turned cold and your fingers began to prune, Stephen helped you out of the bath, dried you off with a little bit of magic, and helped you into your red silk pyjamas. Scooping you up in his arms, he carried you to the bed and continued reassuring you of how wonderful you were, and how you were the epitome of perfection in his eyes. 

Laying you down on the mattress, you covered you with the blanket and tucked you in; giving you a lingering kiss to your temple. After cleaning up the bathroom, he made his way to the bed and laid himself next to you, draped his arms around your waist, and pulled you closer. 

“I know that something has happened, and I know that your default move is to try and cope with it on your own. But I need you to understand that it’s okay to rant about your problems to me. I’m your husband, it’s pretty much in my job description.”

You slightly chucked but shook your head. You were nowhere near ready to tell  him about or relive anything related to work day today. A stray tear slipped down your cheek at that thought. 

Pulling back slowly, he raised his hand and began to wipe your tears away, “But I also know how hard it is for you--as someone who bottles up all their emotions--to speak out about them.”

He paused and kissed your forehead, lingering there for a moment before continuing.

“But I just want you to know, that whenever you’re ready to talk about it, I’m here, and I’ll always be ready to be there for you.”

More tears slid down your cheeks as you snuggled back into his warm embrace. You knew that whenever you were ready, he would be there; and that made everything that little bit better. 

A/N Look who’s finally getting herself together...ME! 

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[iamsherlocked1479]

Heal

Dr Strange x Reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

Descriprion: Why is stepen wearing those silly yellow gloves?

Word count: 1.5K

He told you to stay in the sanctum, his exact words where “i can only trust you, it won't be long, then you can go back to your training.” You lied in the spear room of New York's sanctum, he was called out to a mission. Doctor Strange that was, the man who had been assigned your group at kamar taj, since wong was now sorcerer supreme you guessed he was trying to help his friend socialise more. But unfortunately he had just grunted and groaned as he unwillingly taught your class mostly showing up late each lesson. He must have felt that you had the same emotions towards human contact because he had asked you of all peopl to baby sit his sanctum while the avengers pulled him away to some “space shit” as he called it.

You sighed and rolled off the bed and wandered the empty halls. It was nice enough, but gave huge haunted mansion bibes, you wandered past the only closed door and curiosity had got the better of you, it wasn’t like you had anything better to do afterall. And now you stood in his bedroom, it felt wrong like you might has well have just walked in on him naked. His room was pretty average, the bed messy with pillows all over the place. He must have gotten up in a rush. His ipad screen blinked in as you walked past, highlighting what he was looking at, it was an x-ray of some pretty messed up hands, “he must have been reminiscing on an old case” you thought.

You scoffed at the sight of him having an ensuite, you had to walk all the way downstairs and practically the otherside of the sanctum while he was sitting up here all high and mighty with a shower that stayed the same temperature for more than three seconds. You snooped around in his bathroom, like his bedroom it was fairly average. You opened the cupboard above his sink, you were surprised to see the endless amounts of sleeping pills, each box stacked neatly on top of the other, part of you felt sorry for him, something obviously kept him very awake at night and judging by the different brands he hadn’t found anything that could keep him asleep at night. You walked out of the bathroom feeling guilty, it was obvious he didn’t want you in here, this was the part of Stephen only he knew and now you felt like you had violated that. 

You walked past the dresser stopping to pick up the broken watch placed neatly in the centre, he obviously hadn’t had time to fix it. You almost added to the smashed face when the sound of cluttering echoed down the halls, the sounds of something falling off a shelf startling you out of the room. You closed the door softly and walked to the noise to find Stephen in front of a mirror cursing with a bloody face.

“Everything alright?” You called out as you walked down the stairs 

“What?” He looked at you and his brow raised slightly at the sight in your pyjamas, he hadn’t seen you in shorts that small before “oh it's you, yeah, uh thanks for looking after the place. Did i wake you?”

“No i uh, couldn’t sleep” you suddenly felt conscious that you were in minimal clothing and did your best to pull your t-shirt down. You looked as he seemingly ignored your presence again and grunted as he tried to pick up the shattered mirror shards.

“You know it would be easier if you took off those gloves to pick them up” you pointed out as he struggled to grip the shards.

“Trust me it wouldn’t.” He grunted again

“You’re hurt.” You said walking over to the mess

“Im fine” he said

“Let me help.” You bent down and began picking up the mirror 

“I don't need your help i- arghh.” He gripped his side and winced

“You’re hurt” you gripped his forearm and pulled him up towards a chair and slumped him into it.

“You know i used to be a doctor-“ he watched as you used your basic sorcery to summon a med kit

“Yea i know, but i’ve never seen a doctor fix themself.” You say undoing his top robes

“At least buy me a drink first.” He said sarcastically as you looked up at him unamused, applying slightly too much pressure on his wound causing him to wince slightly.

“Just sit still, you’re also late. You said you wouldn’t be long, that was a week ago.” You said as you began cleaning his wound.

“Yeah well time is different in space, are you using the alcohol wipes?” He said watching you work

“Sure, stop trying to doctor me, I know what I'm doing, this is gonna need stitches.” You say opening up his robes more to reveal the gash across his chest.

“I can do it” he begins to get up and you stop him

“You couldn’t pick that glass up, you can’t stitch yourself up.” He winces slightly as you slide the needle through his flesh. “It would help if you took those off” you referenced the bright yellow gloves he wore which were now stained with drooplets of bronze blood.

“No, keep them on.” He clenched his fists “I don’t need a reminder of my failures.” He said, you paused slightly

“What failures could the infamous Doctor Strange possibly have.” You said tieing the last stitch.

“You’d be surprised” he huffed, you noticed the growing blood stains on his gloves.

“Can i atleast sort your hands out? They're clearly injured and it's not good to keep them in gloves like this.” You say as you hold his hands in yours

“No” he pulls away “they’ll be fine.”

“Stephen” your brow furrowed “let me see” he didn’t fight anymore as you gently pulled off the yellow gloves, you tried your best not to look shocked as his hands were uncovered revealing the large scars.

“Not what you were expecting?” He looked away ashamed and retracted his hands from yours

“Stephen-“

“No i get it,” he cut you off “let me guess you’re so sorry” he looked at you.

“Yes but” you looked at him and he gave you that dumb ‘i was right look’ “stop being a baby and let me sort out your hands.” You grabbed them a little rougher than necessary but he got the message and gave a little chuckle in compliance.

“Not squeamish then?” He said as you rand the the cloth over his scared fingers

“I don't judge people by their scars, you shouldn’t have to wear gloves though. Kamar-taj is a place of forgiveness, i doubt people would care about a few scars.” You dabbed his hand as he sighed

“I would, i mean i do.” He watched you work as he continued “it's just a reminder of everything i’ve lost, my work chris-“ he stopped 

“So what? Think of what you’ve gained.” You looked up at him and could’ve sworn his eyes were growing red from a build of tears “Stephen, you’ve achieved so much in the short time you’ve been here, you shouldn’t dwell on the past. If you do, it will haunt you forever.”

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, you took a moment to really look into his eyes, all you could see was him, the real him, he wasn’t stubborn or selfish. He was sensitive and guilt ridden.

He looked in your eyes and for the first time in a long time he saw hope, hope that maybe his life wasn’t as bad as he thought it was. He cleared his throat snapping the two of you out of your trance 

“Right, well you’re all patched up” you got up and cleared away the bloodstained wipes. 

“Thank you, for this and watching the sanctum.” He got up brushing himself off. “I uh, i'm going to get some sleep.” 

“Yeah, you need it.” You joked as he walked away.

You didn’t see him for a few days, you had made your way back to kamar-taj and had managed to catch up with the lessons you had missed. Then finally you saw him, you were walking to a class when his voice echoed from the garden, there he stood with master Wong and he waved at you. You smiled as you saw his gloveless hands, his sling ring finally fitting on his hands without the gloves causing it to be too tight. And that made you smile, to see that finally he had let someone talk some sense into that ego.

And when he saw you, he just saw it again, hope.

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A/N: Hey guys, wow its been so long, I hope you enjoyed this, t was getting difficult to right smut as it always ends up being the same and i'm never happy wth the results, so I thought I woukd switch it up a little and write some fluff. I've always wondered why they gave Stephen those yellow gloves in Ragnarok so i thought i'd make a fic of it.

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[ironstrange1991]

Lazy Day

+18 Smut / Fluffy

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

Synopsis: Stephen decides he needs to spend more time with the reader and make up for being such a busy man.

Warnings: Sexual content: Oral sex (Male receiving), Masturbation (Both receiving), Slight female dominance, Choking, P in V.

Word Count: 2,700k

A/N: Super fluffly and super smutty. Defender Strange being a sub just the way we like him to be. Same pair from Let Me Take Care of You and Give Me Some Attention.

As usual I would like to remind you that english is not my first language so this will probably have some grammatical mistakes here and there but I hope it doesnt spoil your experience.

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It was Saturday and Stephen promised to spend the day with you. Wong agreed to take care of things for a day and as everything went smoothly, he gave in to your request. He knew your complaints that he was working too much and spending too little time with you were fair. Sometimes he felt guilty, but his responsibilities as Sorcerer Supreme weren't like any other job he could just take a vacation from.

You understood that. Your complaints were more because you missed him than because you were angry with him. You were almost never mad at Stephen, at least not really.

You admired him. You admired his work. You admired how amazing he was at everything. Could it be him being a super powerful sorcerer and protector of reality or simply a great cook and poetry reciter. Everything Stephen did was masterfully and that was beyond many things, super sexy.

Stephen wasn't in bed when you woke up. Of course, he was used to waking up very early and past 9am you'd imagine he was already freaking out from the idle time. Maybe he even slipped into the Sanctum while you slept to make sure everything was all right. You got up stretching and after brushing your teeth and doing your morning skincare ritual, you went downstairs after him.

You weren't surprised when you found him in the kitchen making breakfast. Without making a sound, you leaned your head against the doorframe and stood there for a second watching him.

He wore sweatpants, was barefoot and shirtless. His hair was tied up in a bun, a few strands falling over his face. You sighed thinking that no man in the world could be more handsome than your Stephen.

"I know what you're doing"

He said, his voice a little huskier than usual.

“I'm just admiring the view.”

You said walking to him and hugging him from behind, standing on tiptoe to place a kiss on his shoulder.

“Good morning to you too” He chuckled turning off the heat after frying the last pancake. He had cooked eggs and bacon too.

  “What have I done to deserve you, Defender Strange?”

He turned to face you and held your face in his hands

“I ask the same question every day.”

 He kissed your lips and it was so easy to get lost in those lips. Soon, what was just a good morning kiss became a wet, passionate kiss.

He walked away “Your breakfast will get cold.”

You smiled and helped him set the table. The two of you ate together and you found yourself thinking you had no idea when was the last time you had breakfast with Stephen. He always woke up before you, even on weekdays, when you woke up to go to work he was already gone and on weekends you could stay in bed late, he always had a reason to get up early, always something or someone who needed his attention.

“So, what are the plans for today?” You asked and he smiled.

“No plans. I am all yours. What do you want to do?”

You thought for a moment “Watch Netflix, maybe.”

He raised an eyebrow as he picked up the plates and cups

“I thought you might want to go out.”

You sighed watching him put the dishes in the dishwasher and organize everything. How could he be so perfect even in housework?

You looked out the window “It's raining! I just want to cuddle with you on the couch without worrying about anything else. That's my idea of ​​a perfect day.”

“No sex?” He asked coming towards you and pulling you out of the chair, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Maybe, if you behave and deserve it” You replied with a smirk.

He kissed your cheek and deliberately rubbed his beard on your neck making you shiver

“Or maybe I better not behave so you have to punish me.”

You bit your bottom lip “You're such a sub sometimes.”

He smirked  “Just for you. You know what you do to me.”

“Well, I'm not complaining.” You kissed his lips, but this time you were the one who pulled away.

Convincing Stephen to watch your shows with you was a Herculean task. First, because he never had time to watch anything and when he did find time, he complained about whatever you chose.

Perfect as he was, still Stephen had a knack for pissing you off at times and you wanted to kill him when he pointed out flaws in a movie or series you liked, but as surprising as it was, he wasn't opposed to watching Stranger Things with you and soon the two of you were cuddled lying on the couch.

He positioned himself behind you with his arm tight around your waist, his leg entwined in yours. You held his hand, lacing your fingers through his, caressing and tracing the scars lightly. You didn't even realize you were doing that, but he noticed that you had a special affection for his hands and in the begining that made him uncomfortable, his hands were his weakness, but after a while he understood that that was your way of showing love for them.

Stephen was always amazed at how you could get lost in stories like that. He actually thought it was cute, although he had no interest in it at all, but seeing you jump in fright or put your hand to your mouth in surprise at some event on screen made him laugh, not at you, but for you. In a life as troubled as his, with so many responsibilities, where one mistake could mean the death of countless lives, you brought lightness to him. Moments like that kept him sane.

You were the bridge that took him to normality and as much as he thought he had given up on that when he became a master of the mystic arts and later Sorcerer Supreme, he realized how much he needed that normalcy when he met you. However, that didn't change the fact that he was bored by all that story.

Without holding back, he started kissing your shoulder, his lips moving up your neck and making you shiver. He made it a challenge: how much effort would it take to make you lose interest altogether and become interested in other forms of entertainment he could gladly offer you? He freed his hand from yours and caressed your side lightly over the pajamas you were wearing and lightly bit your ear, rubbing the beard on your neck. He knew it always worked for you and he smiled with satisfaction when you shivered at the touch.

“Stephen... I know what you're doing”

He hummed innocently and went back to rubbing his beard on you, his hand moving down your thigh and squeezing gently. You kept staring at the TV so as not to give him the satisfaction of seeing you give in so easily, but you were hardly paying attention to the events unfolding on the screen.

He lowered his hand caressing your ass and continued lowering it getting inside your shorts. He used the leg that was between yours to force you open wider and he caressed that warm and velvet spot over your panties. He buried his face between your neck and your shoulders and bit lightly and you sighed making an adorable noise that made his cock throb.

By then he was totally hard and made sure you noticed it rubbing his hip against your ass and squeezing you against him.

You could feel your body responding to his advances, but you were convinced not to give in and continue with that little game of yours.

He sighed heavily in your ear, bringing his hand to your breast, caressing it through your blouse and feeling your nipple hardening at his touch. “Come on baby, I know you want me. I can smell it on you.”

You felt your skin prickling at the sound of his voice and you moaned softly, deliberately moving your hips to rub his shaft.

“You are such a tease, Stephen” You said surrendering. That game didn't make any sense when you always ended up giving in in the end.

He chuckled and moved on the couch to let you lie on your back and ran his hand inside your shorts and panties circling your clit as he stared at you with those deep blue eyes.

“I said I wouldn't behave.”

You moaned softly, surrendering to his touch as he took a finger inside you and tsked

“Your body can't hide how much you want me.”  He putted a second finger inside you.

Your hand went down to his hip and you touched his hard cock fully visible through his pants and smirked sly “Yours neither”

He kissed your lips and bit your bottom lip, then smoothed it with the tip of his tongue.

“Who said I want to hide it”

You bit his lip a little harder.

He moved his fingers slowly, curling them to hit that sweet spot and you moved your hips against his hand.

He kept his eyes on you as he increased the pace. He loved watching the expressions of pleasure on your face and the sweet moans that escaped your lips. When he brought his thumb to your clit, moving in sync with his two fingers inside you, you felt your body begin to shake.

“Oh Stephen...” You bit your lip.

He smiled satisfied “Already?”

You brought your hand up to his face “Kiss me, baby.”

He obeyed by kissing you. Your tongue entering his mouth dominating him. You moaned even louder into his lips and he increased the pace of his fingers even more.

 Your entire body shook in his hands and you had to part your lips to breathe.

“Oh fuck.. fuck you Stephen!”

He smiled openly watching as you revel in your orgasm, your entire body convulsing at his touch.

“All I want is you fucking me, baby.”

You sighed heavily coming down your high “You'll pay for this.”

He smirked “For making you cum?”

You nodded “For making me lose our game. I can't resist you, but I can make you lose too.”

“I am sure you can” He chuckled caressing your face.

You turned around going to him, making him lie on his back on the couch and getting between his legs kissing him intensely and went down his lips to his neck leaving kisses and bites there and continued down licking a nipple, sucking and biting and pinching the other. He hissed, enjoying the sensation and you could feel his cock throbbing.

“Baby, please... I need you.” He said grabbing your hair and lightly pushing your head down.

You smiled satisfied “Say please again.”

He stared at you biting his lower lip and pressing his hips up against you “Please.”

You hummed and moved your lips down his belly slowly. You admired his cock under his pants, it was quite a sight. You stroked it through his pants feeling it twitch in your palm.

“You're so big, Stephen. I love that”  

You kissed him through the fabric teasing him and he moaned softly, moving his hips. Finally you pulled down his pants and boxers revealing his hard cock, his head already wet with precum. You licked your lips

“Look at you baby, so hard for me, needing to be fucked.”

Your taunts drove him to the brink of madness. He loved it when you talked to him like that, he loved the tone of your voice, the malice in it, but at that moment it really felt like torture and he couldn't wait any longer. He needed you.

“Touch me. [Y/N], stop teasing, just touch me. Please.”

You finally took it in your hand. You stuck your tongue out by tapping his cock on it tasting his precum. You spat on him using your saliva to lubricate it, spreading it with your hand as you slowly stroked it from top to bottom and circling the tip with the palm of the your hand.

He groaned loudly in approval.

You spat again and smeared saliva over him making him totally wet and then added your other hand. Holding it firmly at the base and caressing the tip with circular gestures making a delicious wet noise.

“Oh my god, baby, it feels so good.” His voice was almost a whisper punctuated by low moans.

You added your tongue licking the tip and he moaned loudly, moving his hips involuntarily. You ran your tongue down the entire length, giving him light kisses and jerking him quickly.

You spat at him again, increasing the pace and he groaned loudly, unable to control himself. You kept your eyes on him and it was amazing to see him surrender to pleasure like that. He brought his hand up to your chin directing you to his cock.

“Put it in your mouth. I love your mouth, baby, let me feel it around my cock.”

You smiled in obedience and put it in your mouth going as deep as you could and caressing the rest with your hand. You forced yourself to swallow it, his head slamming against your throat making you choke on him. Your eyes filled with tears. Saliva dripping from your mouth, but you kept up the pace. Taking it out of your mouth, licking the tip and swallowing it again until your nose touched his skin and soon he was panting heavily.

“Oh fuck. You gonna make me cum like this, baby.”

You took it out of your mouth smiling satisfied with your work

“Not yet. I am going to fuck you first.”  You said as you wrapped your legs around his waist and put him inside you. He groaned loudly and brought his hands to your ass helping you maintain a slow but intense pace, going all the way down and then lifting your hip up leaving just his tip inside you and then lowering you going all the way inside until you feel his balls deep in your ass.

“Oh Stephen, your cock is so good. You fuck me so good”

He moaned loudly and you took your hand to his throat squeezing it and he hissed in approval.

You started riding him faster, you could feel he was about to cum and you put more pressure on your movements as you moved on top of him in circular motions, rubbing your clit in his pubic hair taking as much friction as possible. You tightened your hand on his throat, choking him, he closed his eyes, leaning his head back, the sight of him fully surrendered to you carrying you to your orgasm.

“Baby I am gonna cum” You almost screamed “Please, Stephen cum with me. Cum inside me, I wanna feel your cum inside me.”

He moaned loudly as you tightened your hand around his throat even more, his cock throbbing and spilling inside you.

You closed your eyes, surrendering to your own climax, moaning sweet praises to him.

“Stephen you are so good to me, you fuck me so good. I love you so much.”

You relieved the pressure in his throat as you came down your high collapsing on top of him and pulling him to your lips.

He caressed your hair, your breaths slowly returning to normal.

"You're okay?" he asked kissing your forehead.

You hummed yes.

“I love you [Y/N], sometimes I think I don't say it enough. I know I spend a lot of time working, I'm sorry, but I need you to know how much I love you and how happy you make me.”

You lifted your head resting your chin on his chest and facing him with a silly smile on your lips. “I know, I understand, don't worry. I love you Stephen, I admire everything you do, it's just that sometimes I miss you”

He nodded “I know"

You caressed his face. The bun had given way and his hair was hanging loose and a little messy. You ran your hand through his hair “You make me so happy, Stephen. I wouldn't trade what we have for the world.”

He pulled you to his lips with a satisfied sigh and then smiled smugly “I think I'll let you watch your series now.”

You giggled “Promise?”

He smirked “For now.”

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[omgstarks]

Small Things (Fluffy Stephen x Reader)

Summary: Stephen plays you a song on the piano.

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“Come here.” Stephen smiled softly, pulling you into the living room, sitting you on the piano bench. He walked around, sitting at your left.

“What’s this?”

“I want to play you something.” He squeezed your hand softly. He straightened his back, shifting in his seat and sitting at the edge of the bench. He relaxed his arms and hands in front of him, resting the pads of his fingertips to rest on the keys. He took a deep breath, turning to you one last time, his eyes glazing over your eyes and your lips. The corner of his mouth twitching up in a small smile. He began to play a simple melody, then started to sing.

“Cause all of the small things you do, are what remind me why I fell for you.” Your heart blossomed with warmth, hearing Stephen sing- sing loving words to you. You watch as his hands continued to dance along the keys of the piano, shaking a little.

“And when we’re apart, and I’m missing you, I close my eyes and all I see is you…” He turned, to look at you, watching a single tear fall from your eye. You smiled wide, unable to express how happy- how loved you felt at that moment. You scooted closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder and he continued to play, smiling to himself.

“…and the small things you do…”

“Oh, Stephen.” You kissed his cheek, wrapping your arm around his neck, turning his head to meet your lips. He returned the kiss, leaning into your body. His lips warm and smiling against your own.

“Did you like it?” He chuckled softly, to which you nodded, caressing his cheek.

“I loved it. I love you.”

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[syngrafaes09]

Dr. Strange Imagine | Stephen Strange x Reader

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She was left floating both emotionally and physically when his lips touched hers. They moved over her skin like the water moving around them. Soft and delicate. And deep.

His hands were wrapped firmly around her as they resurfaced.

"Stephen," his name escaped her lips as they parted for oxygen.

He hummed to his name on her lips. And his lips focused on seeking every inch of the exposed skin. She arched and ached for him. Her hands latched to his shoulders as hepulled her closer and tighter.

She moaned his name again and again when sucked and seeked her sensitve skin again and again. Again and again.

It felt surreal. Too good to be real.

He smiled, when she whined, carrying her out of the water. Though the ocean breeze was warmer than usual, it left goosebumps along their flesh. She curled into him basking in the the warmth of his chest.

"Y/N," he whispered. Kissed her wet cheeks. Falling further in love with her.

Once they were in the bed, the warm sheets gave her some control to pull him closer nor was he willing to go any farther.

"Closer," she demanded when he didn’t collapse on top of her.

"I’m heavier than you imagine," he warned, eyeing her small form. She was so small, he thought, in age, in form, in experience, in every aspect. He could feel the guilt taunting him once again, for dragging her into this.

"I know," she propped up on her elbows, reaching for his lips.

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[sleepingdeath-light]

A dr strange x reader fluff :)

Fluff Headcanons | Doctor Strange

thank you for requesting, anon!

reader is assumed as gender neutral

summary ; after a long and arduous five years apart, reader and stephen reunite and spend some well-needed quality time together [angst -> fluff]

the last five years had been nothing short of hell for the young (not-quite) widow/er, being forced to keep up a facade of loose competency and put-togetherness as they navigated the post-snap world and undertook the responsibilities left behind by their spouse. of course, having wong by their side made things less difficult than they could’ve been, but their world felt no less bleak and hopeless and downright isolating in their lover’s absence - despite how compassionate and patient their friend had been. it just wasn’t quite enough; he wasn’t stephen.

their every waking moment had been consumed with the thought of their partner: how to get him back, what he’d planned, where he and the others had gone during the snap, if he was actually gone or if he’d somehow survived

hoping beyond hope that everything would be okay; that he’d come waltzing through the door or some portal with his usual, over-confident smirk and a low compliment to them - that he was still alive, or that he’d known a way to get back when he dissipated

but every single time their hopes were dashed, leaving them to sleep in a cold, half empty bed and ruminate in the icy dread that his absence had left in their soul and mind

trying to find a way to save everyone - to save him - and falling short each time as the answers weren’t coming to them. they weren’t enough; they weren’t stephen

and, as more time passed, and as wong slowly stopped entertaining their fantasies, they began to lose hope and redirected their focus onto serving and protecting the sanctum and the freshly named sorcerer supreme (a title that felt too bittersweet to ever address their dear friend by - and, thankfully, he understood)

but they fulfilled their duties with a renewed vigour and unchallenged dedication, leaving them as one of the most reliable master of the mystic arts remaining post-snap; a much needed and useful distraction from what they were going through

it was when they were performing some of their more monotonous daily duties around the sanctum, in fact, when they first heard the telltale sizzling of a portal being opened - turning sharply on their heel to address their guest with rehearsed politeness before stopping dead in their tracks

they could hardly believe their eyes when they saw him; covered in dust and debris with a distinctly charred tear in his cloak, but just as handsome as the last day they saw him. he was finally home, their stephen was home - a dream come true, and they didn’t wait to see if it really was too good to be reality.

clinging to him like he’d disappear from their arms the moment they let go, and burying their tearful smiling face in his chest, they greeted him - running at him with such a force that his cloak was just barely able to stop him from collapsing to the ground

“i’m so sorry,” he repeated over and over again, pressing his lips to the top of their head and holding them as close as he possibly could to himself; his mind drowning in guilt from just how much he’d hurt them

but they swiftly and shakily shot down his explanations and apologies, pulling back just enough so that they could pull him into an impassioned and well-overdue kiss before muttering a quiet “you’re home now; that’s all that matters” against him

and home he was, welcomed back with a warmness he’d missed as they guided him through the neatly kept (and thrice renovated) sanctum, recalling everything that had happened since he had been dusted - and never straying more than an arms length from him (something for which he was deeply glad for)

they moved through the atrium and library before settling in the sitting room, finding a place together on a plush chair that had been unused since he left - stephen pulling them down to sit on his lap as he leaned back and made himself comfortable

one arm was wrapped loosely around their waist, rubbing absentminded circles into their hips with the pads of his thumbs whilst his other hand caressed the side of their face - tracing every new scar, wrinkle, bruise and mark that had appeared

falling in love with them all over again and mapping their features with the same reverence and delicacy as someone plotting the stars

gentleness was rare from stephen, and quiet moments like this were even rarer for the couple, but after what felt like an eternity apart, this was more than needed

whispered “i love you”s were exchanged in earnest and kisses were freely given between them: peppering eyelids, cheeks, necks and lips with gestures that got gradually deeper and more passionate as dreary day faded into silent night - not that either cared, too caught up in the presence of their spouse to notice

it didn’t matter; they were home and everything was right in the world once again

until the next threat reared it’s head - but that could wait until tomorrow; there were far more important things to concern themselves with for the time being

#sleepingdeath #reader insert #hcs #headcanons #fluff #gender neutral reader #marvel x reader #doctor strange x reader #doctor strange fluff #doctor stephen strange #some angst at the beginning but it does get fluffy I promise lol

[marvelouslyfluffy]

The Best Medicine

Doctor Strange x Reader

Doctor Strange discovers a funny secret about you after inspecting injuries from your training.

Word Count: 1,834

“Again.”

You had been knocked down more times than you could remember today. Strange had been attempting to teach you a spell called the Winds of Watoomb, which gave you the ability to push wind toward an enemy. Every time you pushed forward and produced a rush of wind, the force of it would be strong enough to knock you down.

“Why? I’m just gong to fall again,” you argued as you sat up and crossed your arms.

“Because the more you do it, the more you will become used to the force of the wind. Now, come on. Try it again.”

You sighed in frustration as you wearily got back on your feet. You closed your eyes, took a deep breath and focused energy into your hands. You pushed forward as a gust of wind blew past Strange. Unfortunately, your whole body was pushed back as you found yourself on the ground once more.

“Again,” Strange repeated.

“No, I think I’m done for today,” you mumbled in defeat.

“Just one more time, I think you’re improving.” He attempted to sound encouraging, but you could tell he was as exhausted as you were. The feeling of disappointment from Strange and from yourself made you begin to fume.

“No I’m not! We’ve been trying to do this stupid spell all day and I can’t even stand on my own feet! I don’t get it, it’s just wind!” You push again and make a gust of wind so strong, you suddenly found yourself flying backwards. You hit your back against the wall of the Sanctum before landing face first on the ground.

“Y/N! Are you alright!?” You heard Strange running closer. “Here, let me see.” He attempted to take your arm, but you pulled away before he could.

“I’m fine,” you replied sternly as you briskly got up and stormed away. You weaved past anyone that was in your way, avoiding the confused stares from other students as you rushed to your room.

Once you found your room, you slammed the door shut and huffed as you plopped down at the edge your bed. As you tried to relax your breathing, you suddenly noticed the pain in your torso and leg. Tears welled up in your eyes as you became more frustrated with yourself. A few minutes passed as your attempted to gather your thoughts when you heard a soft knocking at your door. The visitor did not have to say anything for you to immediately know who it was.

“Y/N? Can I come in?” Stephen asked. You turned toward the wall and curled your knees into your chest, tears now streaming down your face. You knew Stephen would come in regardless of your answer, you at least did not want him to see you in this state. The door slowly squeaked open then closed again. His footsteps were soft, but you could feel his presence looming behind you. There were a few moments of silence before he spoke.

“Listen Y/N. I know it can be frustrating not getting these spells down on the first try, but Rome wasn’t built in a day.”

“You make it look so easy!” you replied, not turning.

“It may seem like that to you, but I had to learn everything the same way you are now. It wasn’t just handed to me on a silver platter. In fact, a lot of it was hard for me to finally get right,” he confessed.

“But now you’re the Sorcerer Supreme, and you were a neurosurgeon before that!” you argued.

“True, but do you know how long it took me to become Sorcerer Supreme?” he asked as you felt him sit at the edge of your bed. You shook your head. “Six months.”

“Really?” you asked as you turned to face him.

“Really,” he repeated. “And do you know how long it took me to become a neurosurgeon?” You shook your head again. “Fifteen years.”

“What!?” You gasped in shock. “It took that long!?”

“Well, when you’re doing surgery on the most important organ in the body, people want to make sure you know what you’re doing,” he answered and gave a quick grin.

“I guess that’s true,” you replied as you grinned back.

“And before I became a neurosurgeon, I had to become a doctor, which means I believe I’m qualified to check you for any injuries. May I?” he asked. You nodded as you laid flat on your bed. Strange placed a hand on either side of you and began to squeeze your arms from shoulder to wrist.

“Any pain?” he questioned as he gently squeezed your wrists.

“No,” you replied.

“Nothing feels broken, so everything’s okay there. Let’s try your legs,” He adjusted himself to the foot of your bed and began the same squeezing motion, this time starting at your ankles. As he moved closer to your knees, you involuntarily twitched and sucked air through your teeth.

“Does this hurt?” Strange asked with a hint of concern.

“It’s a bit sore,” you admitted, though you realized that was only half true. He continued to thoroughly massage around your knees and thighs. You pursed your lips together as you suddenly fought the urge not to laugh. He released your thighs after what seemed like an eternity and you let out a heavy sigh.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” he asked again. You nodded as you were still trying to compose yourself. “Nothing felt broken there either, but you will likely see some bruising since you fell so many times. Now, can you turn onto your stomach for me?” You obeyed as you now revealed your back to him.

“Now, this may be more painful, but I’ll stop if it’s too much, okay?” he promised. You nodded as you braced yourself, preparing for the worst. You felt his hands begin to gently press on either side of your lower spine. As he pressed his hands higher and higher, you began to relax your tensed body and sank into your bed as Strange’s massage worked its own kind of magic.  That was soon gone, however as you squeaked when he pressed just below each shoulder blade.

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” Strange immediately retracted his hands.

“No, no, it just… caught me off guard.” Again, another half-truth.

“If you’re sure, I’m going to go back,” he hesitantly replied as he pressed his fingertips back into the same spot. You immediately began to squirm as a giggle slipped out. You clasped your hands over your mouth, hoping he didn’t hear.

“What was that?” he asked. You could hear the grin in his voice.

“Nothing, nothing at all,” you replied a little too quickly.

“I don’t know, it seems like you must be pretty sore here. I better check to make sure nothing’s broken.” You detected playfulness in his voice and knew you were in for it. His gentle massage now turned into rapid pokes to the sensitive spot.

“Waihaihait!” you whined as your clouded mind tried to figure out an escape route.

“Y/N, please stay still. I can’t help you if you keep squirming like this,” Strange replied sarcastically. You desperately reached out for your headboard, which gave Strange an opportunity to flip you onto your back once more.

“How silly of me, I forgot to check for any broken ribs,” Stephen teasingly rolled his eyes in self-shame.

“Nohonono, they’re fine!” you insist as you managed to roll the top half of your body off the bed. Your hands managed to touch the floor and you attempted to crawl away.

“Who’s the doctor here?” he questioned as he grabbed both of your sides to place you on your back once more. You giggled in anticipation as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

“Don’t worry, this will only take a minute,” Strange smiled warmly at you as he took your hands and placed them on their proper sides. He then took his own hands and placed the tips of his fingers at the bottom of your ribs.

“One, two, three…” he began to count as his hands moved higher and higher. You placed both of your hands over your mouth, unsuccessfully trying to stifle your giggles.

“Four, five, si-”

“Hahahahaha, not thehehehere!” you cried out as you wrapped your arms around yourself again.

“Well,” Stephen dramatically sighed. “I didn’t want to do this y/n, but you leave me no choice.”

“Do wha-AHAHAHAHA!” Before you could finish your question, Stephen slipped his fingers under your arms to attack your entire rib cage. The shocking sensation made your laughter the loudest it had been in a long time.

“Hmm, nothing seems broken here either,” Stephen pretended to still be examining you.

“Thenletme GOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA!” you begged as you used what strength you had to push his arms away.

“There’s one more test I still need to do.” With no hesitation, Strange vibrated his fingers into your belly.

“AAAAHHHAHAHAHAHA!” you screamed as Strange chuckled victoriously.

“Sooo...it doesn’t hurt here?” he teasingly asked.

“NOHOHOHOHO!!” you howled, half in answering his question, half in a plea for him to stop.

“Alright, alright, I’m finished,” he raised his hands in reassurance. You gasped for breath until it came to a steadier pace. After finally catching your breath, you scowled up at him. He raised an eyebrow in response.

“Really?” you asked sternly.

“What? I’m a doctor, I have to be thorough,” he defended and offered you his hand. You chuckled with exhaustion and took it. “I think you’ll be just fine, aside from some bruising. Just rest for a couple of days and we’ll try again,” he said as he pulled you up.

“Maybe I’ll actually get it right by then,” you replied.

“I know you will,” Stephen grinned reassuringly. You smiled back and suddenly pulled him in for a hug.

“Thanks, Stephen,” you warmly whispered.

“That’s Doctor Strange to you,” he poked your sides in response. You giggled and hugged him tighter. You heard him chuckle as he wrapped his arms around you. You stayed that way for a few moments until you felt him place his hands on your shoulders. You let go to look up at him.

“Now, get some rest. We’ll get that spell right before you know it,” He patted your shoulders and stood up to leave. He opened the door, paused, and turned back to face you as you were getting under your blankets.

“Good night, y/n,” he smiled fondly.

“Good night, Doctor Strange,” you answered.

“Much better,” he replied with a wink. You giggled as he shut the door.

After lying in bed for a while, one thing was still on you mind. You turned on your lamp and looked around your room. After spotting a coat on a hanger in the corner, you took a deep breath and focused energy into one hand. You lightly pushed toward the coat, causing the sleeve to flutter from a small breeze. You smiled, content with yourself. Maybe Stephen’s unusual treatment was exactly what you needed.

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[geeky-politics-46]

COVID Cuddles

Pairing: Doctor Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: It finally got you! You are sick with COVID-19 and missing Stephen's cuddles

Warnings: reader has COVID, pandemic references, slight angst with fluffy happy ending, language

This fic is totally self-indulgent as i am sick with COVID right now & my Doctor Strange teddy bear is one of the things keeping me company. So I made it into a story. Probably lots of errors as I'm sick & drugged

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?"

You looked up at him in the doorway, masked fave peeking through, from where you sat on the bathroom floor. Tissues shoved up both nostrils as you waited for the bathroom to fill with steam from the shower before you tossed a Vicks vapor shower bomb under the water. Hoping that it would make it easier to breathe. Or at least make it sound like you didn't smoke 4 packs of cigarettes a day.

You had made it 3 years without getting COVID-19, but finally it got you. Despite the 2 original vaccines and 2 boosters. Your number eventually came up. You knew it would eventually. You just hoped the vaccines would make the illness shorter still.

"Well, I feel like I swallowed broken bits of light bulb, and I had a coughing fit so bad earlier I nearly puked. So I'm fucking fabulous."

They never mentioned a side effect of COVID was that it made you mean. Of course, maybe that was just you. You knew with your asthma you had to throw everything at this now just in case. So that was what you were doing. Currently waiting for your 6 hours between NyQuil shots with an ibuprofen chaser to elapse so you could top yourself up and get a good 3 hour nap before starting the waiting process all over again.

It made matters even worse that the moment you tested positive you basically became a leper. Stephen, Wong, and America banished you to the bedroom and adjoining bathroom. Wong even put up a quarantine spell that would alert them if you tried to leave the room.

You understood why. The Sorcerer Supreme and one of the Avengers getting severely ill probably wouldn't be a good thing. Much too tempting for the forces of evil. No one really knew if America could get COVID, having traveled the multiverse she probably had antibodies to things that didn't even exist in your world, but it was better safe than sorry.

Still though, a cuddle sounded really good right about now, and that was one thing Stephen couldn't give you. At least not until you were no longer contagious. You still had a couple days to go before that was even a possibility.

He was doing his absolute best to give you anything he thought you might need. Leaving trays and bags of food and medicine. Occasionally throwing in some candy or a random little treat he thought would cheer you up. He was trying so hard. Especially when you knew he wasn't exactly known for his bedside manner as a Doctor.

You hated snapping at him. You just felt genuinely terrible, and you knew that you just had to ride it out. For the most part, by yourself. It almost felt worse when he would check on you, knowing that you couldn't go hug him or even hold his hand without exposing him even more than you already had.

"I know you are miserable right now, and I know I don't have to keep bringing you all sorts of stuff beyond food and drugs. However, America showed me something that we both decided you needed. It's a friend to keep you company."

He reached inside and set down a large plain white paper gift bag. Stepping back and closing the door so you could move to get the bag, taking it back to your spot by the tub before looking in the bag.

As you peeked in the bag, you were immediately about to burst into tears. Inside was a fairly large brown teddy bear. What made it special though was that it was styled to look like Stephen.

It had blue eyes and a very dark brown goatee on its face. That alone was enough to make you giggle. The fact that it was wearing a version of Stephen's blue sorcerer's robes and it's own little Cloak Of Levitation attached to it's shoulders with velcro was just icing on the cake.

It was perfect. Soft and perfect size to snuggle while still being well formed enough that stayed looking like Stephen. Just Stephen in teddy bear form.

"Stephen, it's perfect! I love him so much! This is exactly what I needed. Thank you"

He peeked back through the door to see you already snuggling the bear tight to your chest. Happy tears on your cheeks and for the first time in days a smile on your face.

You couldn't see it behind his mask, but he was smiling too. So relieved that he could make you feel better even for just a little but. He figured you missed cuddling. He knew that he missed it. He had stolen one of your sweatshirts to snuggle, so he thought it was perfect when America showed him the bear.

Now once you were better, he might have a problem with the bear if he was there for you to cuddle instead. He would deal with that when the time came though. For now, he would share you.

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[casparscunttt16]

Doctor Strange | Head Canon | Fluffy

Stephen Strange x black y/n

• He always takes you out to expensive restaurants even though most times you’d rather stay at home with him

• He loves being the little spoon when cuddling after a stressful day

• He’s very protective of you and he’ll go out of his way to protect you and keep you safe

• He thinks you’re perfect, he can’t find anything that he doesn’t like about you, he thinks you’re flawless even when you look fucked up.

• He thinks you’d be a great mother and sees you and him married in the future with 2 or 3 kids

• You and Wong are best friends and basically partners in crime you two always plot on how to prank Stephen

• You and Stephen rarely ever actually have sex due to him being busy or something so when you do you two make the most of it.

• His love languages are quality time, words of affirmation and gift giving.

• You two are literal soulmates and everyone around you knows it.

• Your friends love him for you

• Being there for him after the accident

• Comforting each other

• Kisses! He loves kissing you, that’s his favorite thing to do.

• He takes you on trips and travels to places you talk about, you could mention wanting to go to Hawaii and boom you’re there with Stephen.

• Once he bought Cantu for you hair and you explained to him that it’s bad for your hair and he now avoids it.

• He loves your natural hair

• He gets you hair products and is always curious about your hair.

• He likes your hair in knotless braids

• He semi learns to do hair

• He keeps track of your wash days

• He helps wash your hair for an excuse to play in it

• He pays for you to get your hair done

• He teaches Wong about your hair

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Hi there! I just read all of your Dr. Strange fics, but after the strange policy, I simply need more. Christmas Stpehen is supreme

DO I DARE?????? I was just saying to myself I'm in the mood to write CHRISTMASSSS soooooo maybe just maybe I might!!!!

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[lokidokieokie]

A Love Torn Asunder pt 2

Summary: A continuation of the aftermath of the last part

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Warning(s): fluff, mentions of single parenting, happy ending

As you walked out of the hospital with your newborn baby in your arms, you couldn't help but feel a sense of grief and loss. You had always dreamed of raising your child with Stephen, the love of your life, but it seemed like it wasn't meant to be.

Despite the heartache and uncertainty of the past few weeks, you were determined to be the best parent you could be. You devoted yourself to caring for your little one, and as the months went by, you found joy and purpose in the new role

But as much as you loved your child, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. You missed Stephen terribly, and you couldn't help but wonder what could've been.

One day, as you were rocking your baby to sleep, there was a knock at the door. You walked over, holding your baby in your arms, and opened the door only to find Stephen standing there, looking sheepish and apologetic.

"I know I missed up," he said, his eyes filled with remorse. "But I want to try and make it right. Can I come in?"

After careful deliberation, you decided to let him in. "Just let me put (child's name) in their crib."

As you came back into the living room, you found him sitting on your couch, staring at the New York skyline.

"You wanted to try and fix this, you have five minutes."

As you listened to Stephen pour his heart out, you realised that he had been struggling with his own inner demons after your split. He had been so focused on his duties as the Sorcerer Supreme that he had lost sight of what was most important to him -- you and your child.

Tears began streaming down your face, you threw your arms around Stephen and hugged him tightly. "I love you," you whispered. "I want us to be a family. Can we please give it another try?"

Stephen hugged your back, his eyes shining with love and happiness. "Yes," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "I love you too. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and our child. Let's make it work, please."

As you and Stephen held each other, you knew that you had been given a second chance.

A/N I felt bad about leaving that other one so sad, so I hope this compensates

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[luthientinu]

ScarletStrange- One Shot 7- Stephen Strange x Wanda Maximoff

Pairing- ScarletStrange: Stephen Strange x Wanda Maximoff

Based off this- Things get heated up

Minors, please do not interact as this is 18+ content.

A/N- This is the first time I am writing something this explicit...goodness...nervous is an understatement. My thanks goes out to you amazing people...you know who you are!

 "The kids are Wong's responsibility for tonight."

  Wanda heard Stephen enter the kitchen and approach her. She had just finished plating their dinner when she felt Stephen pull her towards him, her back moulding against him. 

  He began placing kisses on her neck and gently nipping on the sensitive skin there. His lips curved into a smile when he felt Wanda's breath hitch. 

  "It has been sometime…"

  "....since we had pasta for dinner…" Wanda replied coyly, turning around to face Stephen, her green eyes glittering with amusement.

  Stephen took a step forward, their chests touching. His eyes had turned darker and he had that arrogant smirk which Wanda desperately wanted to wipe off. 

  A moment or two passed and Stephen lunged in for a searing kiss. Wanda felt her breath leave her but she sank into the kiss earnestly. Stephen's hands grip her hair, angling her and kissing her deep. A groan escapes her as Stephen continues devouring her lips. She was left gasping thoroughly when Stephen began trailing kisses down her neck to her collarbone, his fingers fiddling with buttons on her shirt. 

  "Stephen…" Her breathless whisper made him smile. Without any warning, Stephen lifted her onto the kitchen counter and pressed more firmly into her eliciting a gasp from her. Out of pure instinct Wanda wrapped her legs around him. He didn't stop kissing and nipping at her neck which Wanda gladly allowed. Through the haze, Wanda remembers to take extra care to cover up tomorrow  but pays no heed to it.

  He began loosening her pyjama trousers when Wanda asked him

  "Stephen…" her breath hitched. "We are in the kitchen. Someone could...come." She stuttered when Stephen bit at her neck.

  "Let them…."

  "Stephen…"

   He bit back a groan and opened a portal to the bedroom. He pulls her up against him and she wraps her legs around him once more. Stephen steals a kiss and moves over to the bed, making sure he closes the portal.

  He lovingly lays a breathless Wanda on the bed. She looks divine in the dim moonlight shining through the curtains. She looks so beautiful and this robs his breath away. All the urgency melts away and he wants to take his own sweet time worshipping her for the incredible goddess she is. A devout worshipper of the Scarlet Witch. He still finds it unfathomable that this incredible woman is his wife and the mother of his children.

  "What's going on in that brilliant mind of yours?" 

  "Brilliant eh?" He leans down towards her, combing his fingers through the silky strands of her hair. "Just thoughts of you…." he whispers.

  "Kiss me Strange." She met him halfway and the kiss left him grappling at his already wavering self-control.

  "You are playing with fire sweetheart..." Stephen hissed.

  "Maybe I want to get burned…" She purred in his ear quite sensually.

  Stephen's self control snapped and captured Wanda's lips in another kiss that had her toes curling. They quickly discarded their clothes and he began kissing her down to her thighs. Wanda felt herself throb in anticipation. When she felt his lips on her, all coherent thoughts flew out of the window…

  She felt a silent scream leave her and her back arching. Stephen held her hips firmly as he began working magic on her. Her moans were increasing in intensity and soon she was a whimpering mess. 

  "Eyes on me darling." She heard him, the deep baritone voice doing wonders. The image she was presented with was so sinful that she had to bite back a loud moan.

  Stephen coaxed two climaxes out of her before crawling up to her with a smug smirk.

  "You did incredible my darling….It's not everyday you get to see the Scarlet Witch speechless"

  Wanda did exactly she wanted to do when they were in the kitchen. She tangled her hands in his hair and pulled him into a bruising kiss which had him groaning and the smirk wiped off. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her.

  When Stephen sank down into her, she almost went over the edge. Wanda brought her arms around Stephen's shoulders. She could feel him straining but he gave her a moment to adjust and buried his face in her neck. 

  "S-Stephen!"

  "I've got you sweetheart." He gave a deep thrust that had Wanda arching her back, incoherent moans leaving her mouth. Stephen began taking his own sweet time as he intended that had left Wanda completely speechless. Stephen made sure to drag it out making sure she was at the edge of the precipice, just not yet falling.

  Stephen could see and feel the tell tale signs of her climax. He looked down at Wanda, never failing to be amazed by her expressions. He drank in every single detail...the way her hair is fanned across the pillows, the way her green eyes reflect a darker shade of green, to her gasps and sighs. He feels her tethering on the edge…

  He leans down, kisses her neck and hoarsely whispers into her ear, biting on her earlobe. "Let go darling...let go for me" in his deep baritone voice.

  She shatters with a silent scream, triggering his own. He could feel her trembling beneath him. After a few moments when it subsided, he gently kissed her.

  "God, you're so beautiful."

  She just smiled at him, and Stephen felt his heart overflow with love.

A/N- So thoughts?

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