#stephen strange x original character

[strrvnge]

Teacher’s Pet

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDN, porn with(out) plot, oral (f receiving), power imbalance, slight daddy and doctor kink (I don't know if it even exists), Also I wrote this instead of sleeping so forgive any mistakes, tell me if I miss any

Summery: Stephen Strange is your tutor and you’re his student, only that today there will be a different kind of lesson

‘’I can’t do this’’, you said with a huff and let your hands fall on the sides. Stephen had been trying to teach you a new spell for almost an hour and for almost an hour you had been failing to do the movements right.

‘’Of course you can’’, he reassured you and got back into position to start again. "Lets-"

‘’No Stephen. That’s it I can’t, I can’t do it’’ You've always had trouble concentrating no matter how thrilling or mind-blowing the new spell was however you were dedicated and passionate about it so you always did it right after a few tries. Also you didn't want to disappoint Stephen.

You had always been interested in the notion of magic as a child, I mean who wasn't. But after some unfortunate events caused by some Avengers' mission that turned your life around you found out that magic wasn't that much of a children's story, it was real and there was a place where you could be taught. So you went for it.

Entranced and curious you always had a thirst to learn more. You were at the top of your class, with knowledge beyond it so when Stephen became the Sorcerer Supreme and took notice of your performance he decided to quench that thirst of yours. You knew it was a chance of a lifetime and soon you had moved into the Sanctum and you had a tutor. What you didn't expect was to develop feelings for that tutor so strong that you couldn't focus on your studies anymore.

"Come on Y/N! Stop whining and let's try again" You really tried to convince yourself it was a stupid school crush. He was older, illegally handsome, intelligent and you spent almost everyday together but then you noticed you couldn't stop thinking about him.

"No I- What are-" You looked at him as he walked behind you.

"Just let me show you. Is that alright?", he cut you off and your eyes widened

"Sure" you looked away staring at the wall so he wouldn't see the scarlet colour across your cheeks. You stood firmly on your foot terrified of the slightest step back as there was a high chance you would fall to his chest. You weren't sure how far behind you he was but you could smell his strong perfume, tingling your sensations.

"Don't forget how to breathe", he chuckled and you realised you've been holding your breath for too long.

"Good point", you whispered. Still from behind you he brought his hands in front of you and slowly, making with his hands the movements that you so much hated. "Just watch my hands"

You hummed in agreement as you observed his hands closely, the lines starting from his fingertips and then going down till all of them meet. You had noticed before-those long, skillful fingers could never go unnoticed- making you wonder what else they could go.

Yes you were desperate. Almost two years without sex of course you would think like that about fingers.

"You're paying attention aren't you?", he chuckled, snapping you out of your thoughts. Like a kid being caught with their hand in the cookie jar you gave him a guilty look and smile, realizing you had been staring at his fingers rather than the movement they made.

"Of course I am", you laughed awkwardly and abruptly turned around to look at him,losing lightly your balance you took a step back and hit his chest.

"Caught you" He had a firm hand on your side before lightly squeezing your waist to keep both of you still.

"Thanks", you said embarrassed

"Sure, just be more careful. Now let's continue" You nodded obediently and went to step away and take your previous position, however his firm hold held you in place, making your bodies press against each other. "

Pressing himself harder against you to come closer, his face rubbing your hair as he spoke to you, reminding the movements your hands were supposed to do.

"Like that?" You asked, finding it impossible focusing on the lesson rather than how his hold went further down your waist or how good he smelled.

"No Y/N it is nothing like that" Once more your hands fell on your side and you huffed and disappointed. "Weren't you paying attention when I showed you- Come on don't give me that look"

"What look?" You turned and looked at him confused, before realizing how close you were standing.

"The crying puppy look" Placing a stand of hair behind your ear, his fingers, your eyelashes fluttered as he stroked lightly the side of your face before he quickly pulled back. "Let's try again, hm?" He coughed.

Placing first his hand on your waist your voice hitched as he pressed his body against yours and gripped your wrists.

"You should do it now" He softly and you took a deep breath. He felt muscular against you and firm yet his touch on your wrists was so careful and gently, as if he was scared he'd break you.

Deciding to get over with it you started performing the movements he previously showed you, pushing aside any inappropriate thoughts.

"There you go" your jaw dropped slightly at the sudden sensation of something hard pressing against you. A soft whine escaped your lips as you realised what exactly that was; Stephen hard member pushing against your ass.

"You're doing so wonderful" he pressed you harder against his body, now his tip teasing your ass.

"Oh, Stephen-" your head dropped on his shoulder and with half open eyes you looked at him.

"You're the sweetest thing I've ever seen", he mumbled against your neck, as he traced kisses down your cleavage. "Tell me you want this too"

"Please more than anything" his cock twitched and he possessively his grip on your waist got tighter before starting kissing the side of your face.

"Do you have any idea how difficult it was for me to keep my hands off you? Or should I mention how hard I get every morning? You have to use my shower because yours isn't supposed to work. You're such a dirty liar"

"It really doesn't work", your chuckle soon got lost under some heavy panting as he started sucking your jaw.

"Is that why you leave your panties in my bathroom? You know I have three pairs of thongs and fun fact they aren't mine" He couldn't count how many times he finished just by holding your panties. He was fascinated by them, their vibrant colours, the lace, the little bows on them.

"You're filthy" You joked and his teeth sunk down onto the sweet spot of your neck.

"Maybe" a small smirk curved on his lips, before his hand moved from your stomach down to your clothed core and then palmed it. "But I'm not the one who's wearing the shortest dresses when we're having lessons. Now that's really filthy"

"Jesus Doctor" Pushing past your panties he entered a finger in your core making you shiver under his touch. Your walls squeezed his finger, trapping it inside you. Moving away from your neck he quickly took his finger out of your pussy, making you gasp. Putting it in his mouth he sucked the sweetness off his finger.

"You sweet sweet thing" He hummed, still tasting you on his lips.

"Please need you"

"Go sit on the desk, sweetheart" He ordered, suddenly letting you go.

Hesitantly you walked to his desk before looking at him, any previous confidence now all gone leaving behind a shy little girl.

"Sit on the desk baby and spread those legs for me" He watched you walk across the rolm and then squeezing your legs together as you sat on the cold surface. Stephen approached you before sinking down on his knees, his hot breath heating your core. "Come on, show me what's between those beautiful legs?"

Pushing your legs over his shoulder and your skirt over your hips, he lustfully gazed over your mound before kissing your inner thigh. You jumped back the tick hair of his goatee tickling your soft skin.

He had been waiting for months for this moment, sitting face to face with your warm aching to be touched pussy, ready for him to suck its juices. He wanted to take you apart slowly, sensually tracing your body with his fingers and tongue, before taking you against that very desk and fuck you dump till you can't think of anything but his cock. But he couldn't. Not when he spent months longing to taste your sweet cunt, suck those pretty folds of yours dry.

He pulled you by the hips closer to his mouth, before kissing from your ankle up your inner thigh and then biting it. Shocked, you gawked at him who proudly looked down at the mark he had left.

"Let's take those awful panties off" Supporting yourself on the desk you hoisted your hips and watched as his hand got lost under your skirt and then pulled down a little pink thong. "You really wanted me to see this hm? I'm keeping those" With a dirty smirk on his face he stuffed it in his pocket, adding it to his collection.

"Now let's pay attention to this needy pussy" He doesn't waste time licking a flat strip up your pussy before latching into your clit, making you gasp loudly."Such a sweet cunt. All wet for me" his voice muffled in your tight walls.

"Please" you moaned, spreading your legs further for him to go deeper and help with the ingrowing heat. "Fuck, please Sir"

He groaned at the name, one of his hands leaving your hips to palm his hard bulge through his pants. "It's Doctor"

His tongue flicked against the bundle of nerves before sucking on your leaking juices, your eyelashes fluttered at the feeling.

You couldn't believe what was happening. Just a mess in a pretty dress with your so much older tutor between your thighs, eating you out like a starved man and you were letting him.

You were so dirty. Squirting on his face so desperately for him to pleasure you."Thats it make a fucking mess baby. Let daddy clean you all up afterward too"

Pulling his hair he shoved him closer to your pussy, his nose nuzzling on your clit in the process.

The combination of sweet burning feeling his tongue and lips left behind and the harsh rubbing of his goatee had you on edge.

His tongue flicked against your clit, his warm breath fanning over your wetness you’re so out of it, you can barely stay still. Your legs started trembling, your hips moving up and down, grinding down his face needy for release. "Fuck"

"My stupid, sweet girl. So fucking desperate for me. Are you gonna cum for me? Show me how well you can follow orders?”He already knew the answer to that, he could tell from your unsteady breaths and unfocused eyes. If he knew Wong wouldn't return back in a few minutes, he’d take you to his bedroom and try to see how well you'd take his cock now that he had stretched you all nice and open.

You looked at him with a pout as he beckoned for you to cum and massaged your little nub. He kept an eye on you, watching as you mumbled so shamelessly his name as you came undone, grinding on his face. "Yes, yes, yes"

He slurped all of your juices, your grip on his hair becoming more loose while you rode the last waves of your orgasm. Suddenly keys were heard and the large door of the Sanctum opened.

"Shit Wong's back", you cursed and Stephen raised his face for your pussy His beard glistening.

"You're the fucking pretty" He said still between your thighs but you wasn't sure if he was talking to you or himself.

"Come on" You stood up and fixed your dress before bringing a hand to his beard and whipped the evidence. He watched mesmerized as you licked your palm and then walked away with a smirk.

"Looking forward to our next lesson, Doc"

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[marvel-snape-writes]

The Story of Tonight.

Stephen Strange x original female character

18+ smut

Did someone say Stephen and a girl in a car??? 👀

Stephen Strange and his current love interest attend a party with mutual friends, but they know where the real fun is at...

(Snippet below, full story linked in title above ♥️)

Stephen watched closely with slightly parted lips from her words and the way she said them, shaking his head slightly to try and get out of his trance. The rest of the conversation was practically a blur to Stephen, his eyes veering over in Claudia’s direction the majority of the time. Once he spotted her breaking away from her friends and walking to the bar on her own, he politely nodded at his own group of friends and walked toward her. She had her back to him, minding her own business as she aimed to join the back of one of the queues. Stephen looked around him to make sure no one was watching him too closely before placing his hands upon Claudia’s waist from behind and smirking when he felt her startle slightly before naturally leaning back against him as his lips met her ear.

“Look,” He cleared his throat, holding her against him, “I just want to fuck.”

His words made Claudia both melt and freeze at the same time. She glanced to either side of her before tilting her head up and raising her eyebrows as their eyes met.

“What, right now?” She bit her lip.

“Right fucking now.” He growled into her ear.

“But… where?” She gazed up at him again, feeling her breathing change when one of his hands reached for hers.

“Come on,” He whispered before looking around the room, “Let’s get out of here for a little bit.”

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[caplanbuckybarnes]

Eyes On You

Summary: you try to get to the bottom if who betrayed your husband.

Warnings: murder, implied mafia au

Pairing: mafia lord!doctor strange x r female reader

A/n: I wrote this in like three minutes in a whim. Please reblog it 🥺

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Feeling eyes piercing the back of your head, you grinned at the man sitting in front of you as his fingers barely held onto the glass of liquor in his grasp, almost levitating above the carpet beneath you. “Having a swell time, honey?” You asked, leaning forward ever so slightly, your barely covered chest flaunting in the pale club light.

The man mumbled something intelligible as he shifted in his seat, the absolute hunger crossing his face as his eyes darted all over your body. He was caving in and you knew you had him almost wrapped around your fingertips.

“Why don’t you let me take you home tonight, sweetheart?” He swallowed, intoxicated by the alcoholic fumes filling in the space. “I could show you a damn good time.”

A smirk pulled heavily at your lips as you leaned back in the seat, taking good care to shimmy your dress higher up along your thigh. “I wouldn’t be too fast on thinking that, honey.”

“Why not?” The man licked his lips in hunger.

You brushed your left shoulder, signaling for the time. Only a moment later, gunshots vibrated along the small VIP section, echoing around you, causing a brief earache as you turned around to face your lover, the mafia king of the city himself, Stephen Strange.

“Useless sack if shit.” You commented, grateful that the interaction hadn’t gone any further with the other man. “We’ll have to try again to find Mordo.”

“Anything to get justice for the queen of my heart.” He smirked as he guided you through the panicked club.

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[karolamurdock]

Accidental Marriage Pt.1

Stephen Strange x OFC

Warnings: Implied/referenced sex, light angst and english is not the author's first lenguage

Summary: For the prompt "Accidental Marriage."

“So… Do you put on my last name, or will this get a little Stranger?

Or: Cassandra Paulssen meets Stephen Strange twice. Once as master and student and once as husband and wife.

Not in that particular order.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

The first thing Cassandra noticed when she woke up was how soft the warm sheets felt against her bare skin.

Gradually, consciousness took over the numb senses that remained alien to the environment around her. The mixed aroma of colognes in the environment; the barely muffled sounds of The City that Never Sleeps swarming in the distance, and the softness of the thin sheets that touched her bare back.

Frowning slightly, her eyes still closed at the remnants of heaviness in her system, she wondered how she had slept to roll up her pajamas so sharply. Curling her toes against her bare calf, she also noticed that it wasn't in her favorite worn sleeping pants.

A particularly loud horn thundered in the distance, and Cassandra opened her eyes, finding, to her utter bewilderment, the steely gaze of some not very familiar blue orbs.

A second passed. Cassandra blinked, almost stunned, and when she realized that the image in front of her eyes was, in fact, very real and not one of the perverse machinations of her juiciest dreams, her stomach fell to her feet.

The man blinked mechanically. Leaning as he was against the dark high headboard behind him, Cassandra took note of his chiseled, naked and slender figure. His bare chest was wide, his arms strong and his collarbones soft.

Slowly standing up, with the stranger's eyes still stuck in her figure (Oh, surprise! Also naked), she took her time to recognize the anomalous environment that surrounded her and notice the particularities that were slowly revealed in front of her. The man's face was thin and angular: his high cheekbones and dark hair, falling into a disheveled curl over his forehead (Cassandra had the impression that that hair must have been well combed the previous afternoon), and his blue eyes were sharp, with dark eyelashes and frowning eyebrows that contrasted richly against his light skin.

Finally, sitting on the edge of the wide bed of expensive sheets, Cassandra concluded two things:

One, Cassandra did not arrive at her apartment the day before, as was the plan to finalize the Congress to which she had accompanied her friend Hank.

And two: Cassandra, always surpassing herself, still had an exquisite taste.

Tilting her face subtly as she crouched down to pick up the forgotten underwear peeking out from under the bed, she allowed the curtain of brown hair, loose from the confines she regularly found herself in, to hide the pernicious smile she drew on her repentant lips.

"So..." Cassandra began, standing up and with her face again drawn in an impassive expression. Her state of semi-nakedness was suddenly reminded to her when the man's eyes briefly strolled through her tall figure; her arms defined, her chest barely covered by the dark strands that fell a few centimeters below her breasts, and her long legs. The man's gaze stopped abruptly when he took note of the various scars that decorated her skin. Cassandra didn't bother to manipulate the subject's mind to blur the marks. (Except for one particular stroke that jumped to attention on her lower back. That mark was an exception to any appeal to her prudence.) After all, the same man didn't seem particularly embarrassed by his undressed state either.

"Good morning," the man finally replied, and his short cordiality would have made her smile if not for the worry that was beginning to swirl in the bottom of her stomach. He exhaled, as if blowing his reservations, and shouted at last what he formulated in his own thoughts: “I don't know you.”

Cassandra hummed, okay, and watched him pass a long, well-groomed hand through his messy curls.

A little docile strand curled around a silver band around the man's ring finger, and Cassandra's heart skipped one, two, and then three beats before breath returned in a race to her constricted lungs.

“Are you married?” She whispered, her eyes flying around the room in search of evidence of a spouse who, in her drowsiness, may have been lost.

The man stood up. When the sheet slipped and fell back on the bed, Cassandra noticed that he, unlike her, was wearing pajama pants. She wondered then, if the man had had the opportunity to look for clothes and return to his senses completely after a night like the previous one (Cassandra, in truth, could not remember when it had been the last time she had slept so deeply)... How long had he watched her sleep?

"You tell me," he spoke. His deep baritone voice echoed in her eardrums and caused a shudder that only became evident when she made a gesture to his own hands, loose at her sides.

Slowly, her left hand rose in front of her face. Cassandra suddenly felt like she wasn’t fully awake. The silver band that shone around her own finger and perfectly matched the wedding ring of the handsome stranger seemed something straight out of a dream.

"Who was going to say...?" Cassandra rambled in her thoughts. Her stoic face revealed nothing of her inner anxieties. "Long lives fantasizing about my wedding day, and here I am now. Without remembering my own husband's name."

"Oh," Cassandra exhaled at last. Rubbing her eyes with the hand with which she did not carry the offending object, she decided to first address the most pressing issue for both of them. “Have you seen my clothes?”

~ • ~

Fifteen minutes later, less exposed in a baggy white shirt and knee-high sports pants, Cassandra sat on a high stool with her arms folded over the polished marble island. The man, no, the Doctor Stephen Strange, as he had succinctly presented himself to her moments before, walked around with his thumbs spinning around each other. She barely had a glimpse of his soft hands and long, slender fingers before Stephen, her husband, continued to drum with his fingers on the surface of the cold bar. 

“I think we need to discuss the circumstances of our... situation.” he spoke sternly, and Cassandra just nodded softly before his measured face. “How did we get here last night?”

"We were in the Convention room," she replied. She resisted the urge to turn the icy band around her ring finger as she continued: “Dinner had been served. I... I was there with a friend.”

She thought of Hank's professional expression as he listened, his blue brow frowning with interest, to the impressive talks that swarmed around him. Most of the conversation had passed over her. Cassandra had attended just to accompany him; for it had been no wonder that he was invited to the annual convention of the American Health Association.

"I was invited to deliver the opening speech," Stephen said. Cassandra blinked, lethargic, as last night's details were blurry, and while she didn't commit to remembering the faces that figured at the party any more than she tried to keep an eye on the exits and another eye on her glass of frothy champagne, she thought she should have remembered the first person to appear on stage.

"Impressive," she said, after a silence that lasted several seconds, "Have you seen my phone? I think I should report to my colleague.” Before the X-men show up here and accuse Stephen of kidnapping, she thought, Machiavellian.

Stephen made a brief gesture to the luxurious leather sofa behind her. Cassandra turned on her high chair and watched her small handbag, hurriedly thrown against the cushions, and her thick black coat wrinkled next to the carpet.

Pursing the lips with disapproval; Where was her dress? she lazily came down from her bench and walked over to the sofa. Checking her cell phone first, and looking at the flickering green dot in the corner of the screen, she deduced that Charles and the rest had already noticed her absence. 

To her surprise, she only had a couple of messages in the mailbox. One was Hank's — and Cassandra felt instantly terrible for having left him behind the night before in her unexpected unconscious state — another was from Ororo — who, to her delight, had only stopped to wish her a good day: "Take care, Cassie! I hope your departure will cheer you up a bit!"  and the last one was Tony's. 

With an inaudible sigh for her unexpected company, she left the cell phone back inside the carry-on bag. Consciously ignoring the unwelcome weight of anguish at the last message in her tray.

“Where did we go after the party?” He ventured to ask Cassandra.

She heard the sound of measured footsteps approaching from the open kitchen, and caught the sound of paper hitting the wood before seeing the crumpled documents on top of the coffee table.

There is no way that's official, Cassandra thought. Leaning a little to better observe the letters printed on the accusing document, she felt her breath get stuck in her throat when she observed her signature, the signature she used for her official documents at the time, carelessly scrawled over the black line at the end of the paper. Beside it, she read the neat, if perhaps slightly crooked, lyrics of Mr. Stephen Vincent Strange.

Well, heck. It was official, indeed. 

“So... Do you put on my last name, or will this get a little Stranger?”

Cassandra observed the doctor's exasperated profile, his frown and tight mouth, and thought, belatedly, that perhaps her husband did not appreciate jokes as easily as she did.

For a brief moment, Cassandra let her gaze wander absentmindedly in the distance. The wall next to them was made of floor-to-ceiling windows that allowed her to appreciate the wide landscape of the city around her. In the distance, the Avengers Tower stood as a beacon of hope for vulnerable citizens under the shadow of its imposing figure. Cassandra pondered, gently stroking the ring with her thumb, whether to remain in the spotlight; stripped of the value of clandestinity, venturing into "heroes" businesses and getting exposed, stripping herself of her covers and revealing them to the eyes of others those evidences of a perfidious and veperian past as it had not been allowed from what seemed an eternity ago, if it had been worth the price of the honor in exchange for sabotaging a life that she would never have the pleasure of experiencing.

"This is serious," she heard Stephen murmur. Cassandra didn't look away from the sun's rays that swept behind the surrounding buildings. “We have to think about the next course of action. I need to talk to my lawyer, I'm sure Christine will know what to do... God, Christine... She'll think I'm an idiot!”

He ran his hands over his face. The stress very obvious in his defensive posture. “This can't be made public. Do you understand me? I am a recognized Neurosurgeon! I have a reputation to maintain.”

He walked a couple of steps, going back and forth between the kitchen and the living room, and continued to mutter through clenched teeth: “If something like this gets public, that I married... a stranger.“ The tone of voice with which he spoke the word settled badly in Cassandra's eardrums, and she frowned, finally looking at him as he continued with his infamous tone of voice. “It will be a media circus. The famous Doctor Stephen Strange, united in sacred marriage with a wallow of one night.”

He stared at her for a moment, and questioned aloud, "Did you lie when you denied knowing who I was when I approached your table last night?" He let out a curse and shouted, his body agitated and his face hard. “Of course. How convenient for you, and unfortunate for me. This was your plan since the beginning!”

"Let me stop you there," Cassandra lashed out at last. She tasted the bitter savor of disappointment in her mouth, and consoled herself by reminding that, according to her own background, her good taste for couples had never been accompanied by good judgment. As usual, all the pretty faces she romantically matched ended up being complete assholes.

"I have a name," her proud father and courageous mother had taken care of it, thank you very much. And while Cassandra hadn't been the name she was born with, she had come to harbor quite a bit of affection for it. “And I won't appreciate being dismissed as an opportunistic whore for a consented night of sex. I'm not fully aware of where our converged paths took us last night, but it takes two persons to dance this tango, and I won't be staying here to hear how your olympic narcissism allows you to keep trampling on me."

Snatching her purse from the couch and dressing in the wrinkled coat she rescued from the floor, she gave Stephen a glacial gaze, suddenly blank and with tight lips as he watched her walk away with great strides in the direction of the door.

“Goodbye, dear husband.”

And, emboldened by her blind anger, she closed the door behind her with a resounding final blow.

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[whoismissriley]

You get me so high Stephen Strange x Lectora.

Advertencias: Smut (+18) diferencia de edad. No mucho, pero tampoco tan poco. Nota: Stephen vuelve a casa después de la boda de Christine y encuentra a su mejor pupila esperándolo para consolarlo.

Tus piernas se mueven impacientes al compas del reloj. Después de enviarle un mensaje de ti, desnuda en su cama no te ha contestado. Tomas tu teléfono de la mesa de noche y te tumbas boca abajo apoyándote en los codos mientras revisas tus mensajes de nuevo. Lo último que te ha escrito antes de la foto ha sido "Me siento tan solo y ridículo" y entonces le has mandado la foto con un dulce adjunto de letras "Me tienes tan..."

Tus piernas se mueven mientras revisas tus redes sociales, ves una foto de @Lokiyougod en un hermoso auto negro que acaba de comprar.

"Maldito engreído" murmuras poniéndole me gusta.

Y cuando quieres seguir avanzando la puerta del cuarto del doctor Strange se abre. Te quedas muy quieta conteniendo el aire cuando lo ves. Cierra la puerta con un movimiento mágico de dedos y también las cortinas.

"Pequeña exhibicioncita" dice quitándose el saco. Te ríes en silencio y te levantas de la cama de un salto. Tus pechos saltan con el movimiento y el hechicero no se reprime en verlos.

"Déjeme ayudarlo a despojarse de sus ropas, maestro" pones tus delicadas manos sobre su chaleco y desabotonas cada botón con mucha sensualidad. Sientes sus manos sobre tus caderas, enterrándose en tu piel.

"Estoy muy tenso ¿Sabes" sube sus manos por tu espalda desnuda y te hace estremecer. Te distraes solo un momento mientras quitas el chaleco por sus brazos y te preocupas ahora por quitarle la camisa. Sabes que él puede quitarse la ropa con un chasquido de dedos pero te encanta hacerlo sin magia "Tuve que salir en medio de la fiesta y todos se pusieron como locos al verme saltar" una risa ronca brota de sus labios y tú le copias, sonriendo mientras te muerdes el labio "Pensaron que estaba pasando algo"

"Pobres" dices quitándole la camisa por completo. Pasas tus manos por su pecho y más abajo, donde se marcan sus músculos preciados.

"Te extrañé" el hechicero entierra su rostro entre tu cuello y tu cabello y rodea tu cuerpo desnudo con sus brazos fuertes. Su cuerpo caliente se siente tan bien contra el tuyo. Lo abrazas con timidez y te sonrojas cuando se aleja sosteniendo tu barbilla con sus dedos "¿Tú me extrañaste?"

"Usted no tiene una idea" Stephen sonríe con satisfacción "Solo quiero estar para usted, quitar al tención de sus hombros... hacerlo sentir bien"

"Bésame T/n" sus labios están muy cerca de los tuyos, tú corazón está muy desbocado, le das un corto beso. Uno coqueto que hace que él entierre sus dedos en tu trasero "¿Vas a dejar que el hechicero supremo te folle hoy hasta que se quede sin aliento?"

"Todo lo que el hechicero pida, le será concedido" susurras soltando un gemido de placer cuando sus dedos traviesos se meten entre tus muslos humedos.

"¿Todo?"

"Todo" repites y él rompe el espacio que los separa para besarte. Te aferra con fuerza y te mueve de vuelta a la cama. Te tumba de espaldas y abre tus piernas, gimes cuando sus labios tocan tu piel y se acercan al centro de tu placer "Oh por favor" sueltas mordiendote la mano "Porqué tienes que matarme de esta manera"

"Porque eres una cosita muy impaciente, cariño" ronronea, lanzando aire en la cara interna de tus muslos, sopla aliento y te estremeces "Tan impaciente y tan perfecta" Su lengua traza la linea de toda tu raja, golpea tu clitoris con una suavidad que hace que te retuerzas. Tus manos se entierran en su pelo y tiras de él mientras su lengua sube y baja sobre ti.

"Ya no más, Stephen por favor" suplicas levantando su cabeza. Él se arrastra hacia tu rostro y te besa con tu sabor en sus labios. Muerdes su labio inferior y le entierras las uñas en la espalda. Una mirada concisa que suplica clemencia "Te necesito"

"¿Qué necesitas del doctor, bebé?"

"Necesito al doctor dentro de mí ahora, tan dentro como sea posible y que me rompa " gimes mirándolo a los ojos "Que me rompa en todos los sentidos"

Él sonríe socarrón y te besa.

"Que cosita tan pervertida eres" Se arrodilla entre tus piernas abiertas y se deshace de sus pantalones y ropa interior, ves como sostiene entre sus manos su enorme polla. Siempre te asustas al verla, nunca te acostumbrarás demasiado como para no desearla como la primera vez "Voy a follarte duro esta noche T/n, el doctor está muy tenso y tiene que aliviar todo de él dentro de ti" Pone la punta de su polla en tu cavidad, la mueve sobre ti haciendo que gimas con fuerza y entonces entra en ti, hasta llenarte por completo. Lo hace sin delicadeza y al principio duele. Siempre duele.

Pero cuando se adapta ya no duele, es placentero. Cada vez más. Comienza a moverse dentro de ti, a golpear tus paredes una y otra vez. Toma una pierna y la pone sobre tu hombro para encajar mejor y mientras se inclina a besarte, sale de ti bruscamente y te gira.

"Levanta ese hermoso culo, cariño" dice metiendo las manos bajo tu vientre, te besa la espalda y luego toma tus caderas con una mano. Se hunde en ti con fuerza otra vez, gritas sin pudor. Gimes y a él le encanta escucharte "Oh dulce bebé" dice mientras te golpea con dureza "¿Siento que te quieres correr?" asientes mordiéndote el labio en silencio "Hazlo preciosa, porque mientras lo hagas, el doctor se vendrá dentro de ti" rodea tu cuello con sus manos y pega sus labios a su oreja "Voy a poner mi semilla en ti, bebé, hasta la ultima gota" muerde tu lóbulo y gimes "Voy a llenarte por completo de mi, ¿Quieres que el doctor te llene por completo cariño?"

"¡S-sí" gimes.

"Dime que lo deseas, convénceme" Empuja dentro de ti con fuerza, una palmada sacude tu trasero, gritas de placer a punto de correrte.

"¡Por favor pon tu semilla en mi Doctor!" gritas y él se ríe, toma tu cabello con una mano y hace que te arquees, estás a punto y no puedes evitarlo "¡Oh dios mío" gritas.

él comienza a moverse con más fuerza, con más rapidez y entonces de una estocada termina y su semilla caliente te llena por dentro por completo, te estremeces y terminas temblando bajo su piel, gimiendo su nombre mientras aún se mece dentro de ti despacio, besando tu espalda, sobando las marcas rojas de sus manos en tu trasero.

"Buena chica, mi amor" susurra "Ahora ven aquí" sale dentro de ti y se pone boca arriba, rodea tu cansado cuerpo con sus manos y te pega a él "Hoy dormirás conmigo" dice. Cierras los ojos, acariciando su piel.

"¿Estás de buenas hoy?"

"No, me has puesto de buenas tú... amor" te mira hacia abajo y te besa, no sensual, no sexual, romántico. Y te abraza y sabes que las cosas están cambiando y esperas, con todas tus fuerzas que de una vez por todas, se haya olvidado de Christine.

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Just made this edit right now

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[drstrangefictions]

What If... Doctor Strange Chose Frigg Lokidottir Instead of His Lover?

Chapter Three

Stephen Strange & Original Female Character

Word Count: 1K+

Spoilers: "Loki" Season 1; "What If...?" Season 1; "i don't want to be saved" fanwork

Basic Warnings + Trigger Warnings: OOC Stephen Strange.

AO3: Link

Master List || Previous Chapter

It was her turn to sit in the sofa chair, watching the reflection in the window at the top of the sanctum. She studied the way she looked; she was relieved that her hair was such a beautiful honey color and that her eyes were emerald and light brown, she was glad her face was round instead of slender. She did, however, hate how she could still see him in her reflections; his smile, the shape of his eyes, his nose… she was nearly a spitting image of him despite what was different between her and that horrible man. The mortals knew who she was. She was the daughter of Loki Laufeyson, she was the daughter of the God who attacked New York and could have succeeded. She was the daughter of the God of Mischief. She wasn’t welcomed on Midgard due to what he did, and yet her uncle Thor was welcomed on Midgard… he was praised as a hero for helping the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes save Midgard from Loki. She was too young to help, and had she been of age, she would have helped and maybe she would be hailed as a hero as well.

She swallowed hard and leaned forward in the chair, resting her elbows on her knees and her chin against her curled fingers. Her reflection did the same, but she was wearing an Asgardian horned helm, no corrective lenses, and she stared back at Frigg with fire in her eyes and a wicked, unsettling grin despite sitting in the same position. Frigg blinked slowly at her reflection, briefly wondering if she was doing that because she was exhausted or if her mind was playing games with her again. The thought didn’t remain for more than a second as she deemed it less important that the growing rift between her and her caretaker of the last five years. She wondered if she was imagining the rift or if it was actually there. He was more distant than usual; her time was taken up by mundane adolescent things as well as important things like practicing her abilities. They stopped eating at the dinner table at the same time and she found herself spending more time with Wong or Mordo than Stephen and Christine. Maybe she had brought the rift on herself by making such a silly mistake…

“I want to help you, father.” She closed her eyes as she replayed the line in her head over and over again. What an idiot she was to let that word slip out of her mouth in a moment of weakness and of desperation. It was embarrassing to know that she said something so silly yet so important to a man who will never fill that role for her because of his own feelings toward that general role. However, he was the closest thing she had to a real father. He pushed her through public Midgardian school, he provides food and shelter for her, he teaches her skills that she will need to know in the real world if she decides to never return to her own kind. Were those not the duties of a father? Perhaps Frigg was confusing the roles of a father with something else, but she couldn’t figure out what she may be confusing it with. She had never known anything else in terms of what could and should be the role of a father—her own biological father was… not a role model, to say the very least. She had heard the horror stories of Mr. Stark’s father, Ms. Romanoff’s father, and a handful of others who have had their fair share of bad dad’s as well as their perceptions on what is considered a good dad.

Frigg looked back at her reflection; it was normal again. She gave a sigh of relief that the wicked witch in the window was gone, her mind had a habit of playing tricks on her, especially so when she felt overwhelmed or stressed. She pushed her glasses up by the bridge with the tip of her nail (she found out that one can extend their nails with something call acrylic and she learned of the various nail shapes that can be done; she is currently in love with the coffin shape, her next nail venture may be the stiletto shape) and focused on the reflection that walked up beside her. She only watched him. She didn’t speak to him just in case it was another trick of her overwhelmed mind. In fact, even if he was real, she didn’t really feel the desire to talk with him as she would just muck it all up further.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sit up here.” Stephen chuckled in bad taste, his small smiled faltered when he felt the side eye of the adolescent. He quickly regained his stoic expression and looked down at her with sad eyes that she couldn’t see because she didn’t make the effort to make eye contact. He set a mug of hot tea down on the little table next to the chair and one remained in his other hand.

She slapped her hands against her knees. “I suppose you want to sit up here?” She stood up quickly and bit the inside of her bottom lip.

“No, no.” He put a hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her back down into the chair. “Do you often sit up here when I’m not home?” He asked.

Frigg shook her head and rested her elbows on her knees again. “I don’t sit here at all, actually. I don’t know what compelled me to do so today.”

“I hope you like the salted caramel black tea, that’s what I made you.” He stared at the window in front of them and watched her reflection slowly move as if there was resistance against her ever movement.

She nodded. “It tastes like black tea, but it smells like salted caramel. I don’t think that’s how that should work, maybe I’m just a bit weird.”

Stephen gave another slight chuckle. “I wouldn’t know, I refuse to try it. Doesn’t really seem like the type of tea that I would enjoy.” He swallowed hard and opened his mouth to speak.

“Are you only here because there has been more distance between us than usual?” Frigg essentially took the words right out of his mouth. “If the distance came about because of what I said the other day, I must apologize. In all honesty, it has been keeping me awake at night, it was embarrassing and if I remember, that’s not what you wanted this arrangement to be.” Her voice shook with every word that flew out of her mouth. She pressed herself against the cushions of the chair and curled her fingers around the edges of the arms.

Stephen frowned. “I’m going to stop you right there. I don’t want an apology for that, I actually wanted to apologize to you. You came here for help, and you didn’t receive any.”

Frigg slowly lifted herself off of the chair and turned to face Stephen. “I’m not sure I follow, Doctor.”

“No more formalities, you’ve been here long enough to call me whatever you please. I can’t change what you’ve been through, and I can’t change who you are, all I can offer is a better life for you. I want you to feel at home and I don’t want you to feel as if you have to impress me. I shouldn’t have pushed you away from your natural magic, nor should I have forced you to learn mine. I took away some of your childhood, one you desperately tried to have.” Stephen stepped in front of the chair.

She swallowed and nodded slightly. “That was… an apology if I say so myself. Unexpected, at that. Doubt you have ever apologized to anyone in your life, honestly.”

He pursed his lips. “Why are you critiquing my apology to you?”

“I have no idea what else I’m supposed to do or say. I really wasn’t expecting mister arrogant himself to apologize to a child. And it’s not even that I don’t accept it, I do, it’s just… what now? An apology doesn’t just fix everything or calm the nerves. It almost feels like a lie.” She leaned back in the chair and looked up at Stephen with watery eyes. “I’m not a lie detector. And a most certainly have not learned to read you. You’re always so distant and cold and arrogant. I don’t know who you are, but I want Stephen Strange back, please.” She sniffled.

Stephen nodded. “What I said won’t fix the fact that I pushed you away and hurt you, and I know you don’t like promises. But you can ask Wong, Mordo, and Christine about just how much they yelled at me over this.”

Frigg wiped her tears away with the back of her hand. “I suppose that will work. Look, I didn’t mean to cry or get all weird. I really thought I did something wrong, and I just cannot believe that it was you that did something wrong.”

“I can understand that.” He said.

She laughed through the tears that kept rolling down her cheeks. “Who humbled you?”

“You did.” He handed her a handkerchief. “Being yelled at will eventually humble someone. You were never the problem, and I want you to understand that. I knew what I was getting into when I spoke up and took you home. I even expected you to one day view me as a father—I just didn’t think it would take five years. It surprised me because I haven’t done a single thing to make you think of me in that way in the past five years. I have to be—I want to be—better for you. I was arrogant and I don’t think I understood the severity of your situation.”

Frigg threw herself off the chair and wrapped her arms around Stephen. “Does this mean I can get something insanely expensive as part of your apology?”

“No.” Stephen wrapped his arms around her (the cloak enveloped her as well). He paused for a moment. “I don’t want to see you do anything just to impress me; however, I do want to see you succeed.”

“What a cheap way to say you want what’s best for me.” Frigg said. She pushed away from him and smiled up at him.

As is on cue, to save them both from silence, something—rather someone—crashed through the ceiling of the sanctum and into the staircase below them. Both Frigg and Stephen ran to the edge of the floor and peered down at who had fallen into their home. Stephen jumped the railing and slowly floated down to the main floor. Frigg ran around the top floor and down as much of the staircase that was not caved in. Both peered into the gaping hole in the staircase; the figure started shrinking and he looked around, horrified, and breathing heavy.

“Thanos is coming.” The deranged looking man said.

Stephen instinctively looked up at Frigg, almost asking her if she knew who Thanos was.

Frigg shook her head.

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Not to mention that the group name is very weird. The basically ask you to become one of their writers and to join their Discord group WHICH YOU SHOULDN’T.

They can get your private information based on solely that.

Wording may change from time to time, but it's all the same. It’s spam most of the time but it would be a good idea to delete the message.

The message read as follows (some details blanked out for safety etc.):

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[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Of Magic, Miracles, and Moonlight

a Stephen Strange x OFC Romance

genre: pre-Infinity War, slow burn romance, older man/younger woman, teacher/student to friends to lovers characters: Stephen Strange, Wong, Teyla of Hadeeth (OFC), Moraine of Hadeeth (OC), additional OCs as Kamar-Taj staff rating: general audience to begin with, later chapters contain 18+ material

Ngl - I'm really hoping some of the authors in the Doctor Strange x Reader community will be kind enough to give this a read.🥺🥺 Even more so, a reblog - because I'm quite proud of my writing in this work, and I believe it deserves some love. Maybe some love could see me on my way to updating, even finishing, this WIP. It's lain fallow for far too long!

Chapter One

“Stephen, it’s nearly time.”

Wong’s voice pulled him from his scrutiny of the thick, weathered tome that had become his latest project.  Since the passing of his mentor, the Ancient One, Stephen Strange was one of very few left in Kamar-Taj who made a regular practice of studying the advanced manuscripts, spell books, and obscure histories, which she had amassed during her centuries of service as the Sorcerer Supreme.  His eidetic memory served him equally well in this pursuit, as it had in his previous vocation; as one of the world’s most talented and successful neurosurgeons he had learned the lesson early on—that knowledge was power—though the power he sought now he would wield for a even nobler purpose than those of his previous life.  

“Remind me, Wong…it’s nearly time for…” Stephen let his voice trail off with the question, focusing just a few moments more on the script marking the page before him.

“For the arrival of the emissary from Hadeeth, Stephen,” Wong replied, “As well you know.  Need I remind you that our alliance with Hadeeth goes back nearly four hundred years?”

“Not at all, Wong.  I’m acutely aware—down to the smallest minutiae—of the terms of our accord the with the Hadeethans, having familiarized myself with every scrap of parchment the Ancient One left behind, detailing the particulars of our relationship.”  Strange closed the leather-bound book before him, stretched a mite, and then rubbed thumb and forefinger upon his closed eyelids. “I’ve got a rotten case of eyestrain in the process, but I suppose I’m as ready for this as I can ever be,” he grumbled, “Although I’m not entirely certain why I have to be the one to meet with their envoy.  A Master with years of experience—and not one with barely twelve months--would surely make a better representative of Earth. Let alone Kamar-Taj.”

Refusing to be pulled back into the ongoing debate, Wong remained impassive.  “Of the Masters left in Kamar-Taj, you are the best qualified by virtue of your life experience.  And in the absence of a Sorcerer Supreme, a Master of one of our Sanctums is the best that we can offer.” 

He clapped Stephen on the shoulder, “Accept that you’re destined for this bit of diplomacy, Stephen.  It can’t be anywhere near as complicated as navigating your way through the human brain to excise a pin point sized tumor.”

Strange rose to his feet, favoring Wong with a scowl, “As usual, Wong, your vote of confidence is underwhelming—but I will do my best not to provoke a diplomatic incident with an ally that has had Earth’s back for hundreds of years, and in some hairy situations.”

A young attendant placed the tray with fresh-brewed tea and a sampling of Nepalese delicacies on the low table before him.  Without a word, she filled a cup with the hot liquid, and set it down beside the pot, before sliding a plate of almond honey cakes closer at hand to him.  Stephen nodded, murmuring his thanks—though he was a little too nervous to partake of one of his favorite dishes.  Instead, he stirred a bit of honey into his tea, briefly reflecting on the first cup of honeyed tea he had partaken in this very room, barely more than a year ago.  With a shock to his system, he had been quickly educated as to how very much he did not know about the world, the universe, and the human mind and spirit; and since then, he had learned much more than he would ever had imagined of things he’d never even entertained as plausible.  He considered himself a work in progress, truly humbled for the first time in his life, when he took into account how much he still did not know.

Yet, he had earned the respect of his peers here and—just moments before her death--the Ancient One had appointed him Master of the New York Sanctum.  Strange took that responsibility ever seriously, having seen and experienced for himself the sort of assaults from other dimensions which Earth would be prey to were it not for the ancient protections provided by the band of sorcerers, bound in service to mankind.

The man he once was—before the accident that had deprived him of his livelihood, and the purpose by which he defined himself—Doctor Stephen Strange had the hubris to consider himself the best his specialty had ever known, and the ambition to pursue the loftiest positions of influence and power in his field.  Now, as he split his time between New York and Nepal, he was in a constant quest for knowledge that would enable him to do this job to the best of his ability, while never seeking glory for himself.  He would not—could not, in fact—allow himself to aspire to the title of Sorcerer Supreme…although more often than not these days, he was given--by some silent agreement (to which he was no party)--the deference and the responsibilities that came with that designation.  Today, he would prefer to be a mere rank and file mage—but he could not turn his back upon the service that was asked of him.

Stephen rose when Wong appeared in the entrance way, ushering a stately, robed woman into the room.  “Master Strange, allow me to present Mistress Moraine of Clan Kayolo, member of the Hadeethan Ruling Council,” Wong gave her a nod of respect, before moving to Stephen’s side.    

Following the formal protocol which the Ancient One had chronicled, Strange bowed at the waist before speaking.  “Welcome to Kamar-Taj, Mistress Moraine of Hadeeth.  We are honored by your presence, and offer hospitality and friendship to you, and any others under your protection, for however long you sojourn here.”

She bowed in reply, and recited her opening remarks smoothly, her rich voice that of a woman accustomed to oratory, “The honor is mine, Sir.  On behalf of my people, and in the name of our alliance, I accept your hospitality, Master Strange.”  Moraine paused, studying him closely, before adding, “May the worlds we serve continue to benefit from our partnership.”

Strange motioned her to take a seat, then sat himself, while Wong moved forward to pour tea for the Hadeethan woman; the ensuing silence enough to allow Stephen an observation or two.  She was definitely dignified (royalty was the first word that came to his mind), aloof and otherworldly; she wore her thick, silver hair loose and unadorned, for surely nothing could flatter her more than it’s natural glory; and the only subtle sign of age he could discern, were small crinkles at the corners of her pale grey eyes--but since he knew the average Hadeethan lifespan was upwards of 150 Earth years, they gave no clue regarding her actual age.  There was a palpable feel of strength of will about her, as though her spine were made of steel.  Moraine appeared—in short—to be a power to be reckoned with.  He vowed to tread carefully regarding whatever topic she had arrived to discuss.

She sipped her tea, then nodded her approval, “Ah…it’s been far too long since I sampled this welcoming taste of Kamar-Taj.  Though I regret I shall never raise my cup with the Ancient One again.”

“Her loss remains a heavy one for us to bear, Mistress Moraine,” he replied, a truth he felt most keenly every day, “And nothing would make me happier than for her to be here in my place.”

“I bear the condolences of my people for the dread passing of a wise leader and constant ally,” she told him, “And for myself, I share in your grief; for I had known the Sorcerer Supreme from my youth—as a teacher, then a mentor, and at the last, a friend.”

“I envy you that,” he admitted, “We all miss her guidance—but we have done our best to go forward as we believe she would see fit.”

Moraine narrowed her eyes, looking for the truth in his reaction, “And you do not seek to guide in her place?  To bear the mantle she wore for centuries?”

Stephen shook his head vehemently, “I assure you, I am not that man.  And honestly, I can’t think of anyone who could fill her shoes.”

She nodded, pleased with his reply, than raised her cup.  “It is always so with the best of leaders.  May we all do her proud in the service we provide to our worlds.”

“May we indeed,” he echoed, drinking from his cup as well.

Formalities now aside, Moraine was swift to reveal the surprising purpose of her visit.  “I come on a personal matter, Master Strange.  ‘Tis my hope you will entertain my request, if not for the sake of relations between our worlds, but for she whom we both miss.”

“I am certain we can accommodate you, Mistress Moraine.  The resources of Kamar-Taj are at your service.” 

“Even as I had anticipated,” she asserted, wearing a small relieved smile, “As you may know, Hadeeth has a good share of practitioners of the mystic arts.  And in our culture, this is a thing well-known, even aspired to.  In fact, by long standing tradition, the majority of those who sit on our ruling council are skilled in magic.”

Strange nodded, having gleaned those facts from the Ancient One’s notes, “Magic being the primary reason our worlds are well-suited as allies.”

Moraine bobbed her head in a brief acknowledgement, then continued, “On Hadeeth, we have found that the aptitude for magic, and the strength to wield it properly, are most prevalent in certain bloodlines.  As a result, it is not uncommon for a particular clan to hold a council seat for several generations.”

“I take it that is your own experience,” he inferred.

“It is, Master Strange.  But seats are not granted automatically—and those aspiring to them must pass a series of tests, unique to the individual.”

“And these tests involve the use of magic?”

“Exactly so—and thus arises my need for your assistance,” she admitted.

A bit perplexed, he might’ve asked, but Moraine had anticipated his question.  “Not for myself, Master Strange—for my daughter, Teyla.”  And then surprising him, she added, “A daughter of both our worlds.”

Not having known such a mingling of their races was even possible, it took a moment for him to respond, “You’re asking that we train her here, in Kamar-Taj?”

Moraine’s face took on a pleasant sort of softness, clear sign of the depth of her feelings for her child.  “She has ever been my greatest treasure, and from the moment in which I discerned that she possessed aptitude for the mystical arts, I had planned to entrust my own best teacher with her tutelage.”  She lowered her eyes, her voice become sorrow-tinged, “Who could have anticipated that such a plan would go unrealized?”

Stephen remained speechless, moved by her quiet show of grief.  In the months since the Ancient One fell, he had learned things about her he had never expected—always making him long for the fruits of the wisdom she might have shared with him.

Having set aside her sorrow, Moraine looked to him again, firm of purpose, “Teyla’s skill--her strength—lies in the healing of body, mind, and heart.  And though this ability is a miracle in itself, it does not suit well the sort of trials she is likely to face in the fullness of time.”

The doctor in him wanted to ask more of Hadeethan healing magic, but the situation would not allow for it—though he made a promise to himself to learn more of their practices when possible, with an eye towards the exchange of knowledge that might enable him to fulfill again that purpose of more than half his lifetime.  “What training would best prepare your daughter for these future trials?”

Moraine looked please at his show of willingness, “She will need to develop defensive skills, for both her own safety, and for those who may someday fall under her protection.”  She paused, gauging his reaction, and then concluded, “Teyla also possesses a small degree of prescience, although she is not yet capable of employing it at will.  She dreams, yet cannot tell when the images may come to pass; she has strong, yet unpredictable, flashes of intuition, which she finds difficult to interpret.  This gift is useless to her until she can cultivate the proper wisdom and discipline.”

“There are no teachers on Hadeeth that might guide her?” he asked, “Seers are rare, even in Kamar-Taj.  I can’t guarantee our knowledge is enough to guide her beyond the most rudimentary training.”

“They are rarer still, on Hadeeth,” Moraine shrugged, “So rare they come but a handful of times in each generation.  Though I am her mother, I haven’t even a touch of that gift.”   

Stephen nodded, considering her request a moment.  “We will do our best, Mistress Moraine—but in this case, I can make no promise.”

“I understand, Master Strange.  And with this understanding, I will entrust you with Teyla’s further education.  For the sake of our alliance,” she reminded him, “And for all the hopes a parent has for their child’s safety and happiness.”

They had concluded their meeting by settling upon three Earth days as the interval until Teyla would arrive at Kamar-Taj.  “Of course, we’ll need to see what magic your daughter is already capable of, before we proceed with any training plan,” he cautioned her, as he and Wong escorted her back to the courtyard for her departure.  “Please be sure she understands what lies ahead.”

“Oh, she is already more than prepared for that,” Moraine told him gratefully, “And she has spent a share of time on Earth--living with her father for several years--so you should find she will easily acclimate to your world.”  With that, she drew on her sling ring—the magical tool which the Ancient One had shared with the Hadeethans, in consideration of their partnership—and conjured a portal back to her home world.  Stephen could discern very little of what lay on the other side; a room half lit with what could be daylight, vague shapes that were likely Hadeethan furniture.

Moraine turned his way, and bowed low, and then rose to meet his eye.  “Please keep in mind, Master Strange, that some of the tests Teyla may come to face are dangerous.  I beg you to see she is properly prepared to survive, beyond the training I have already given her.  I will be in your debt, and Earth’s, for the remainder of my days—and look forward to the day when I can be of service to your world, in return.”  She stepped into the portal, and raised her hand in farewell, closing the circle before he could utter a word in reply.

“Well, this should prove interesting,” Wong observed, “How much experience do you have dealing with teenagers?”

“Barely to none,” Stephen confessed, “And I hadn’t counted on being asked to play a schoolmaster to a rookie sorcerer.”

Wong chuckled, amused at Strange’s befuddlement, “I’m thinking diplomacy will turn out to be child’s play, compared to the task you have ahead of you.”

“Yes,” Steven agreed grimly, heading back to the library to continue his studies of earlier. “And I’d much rather be navigating my way through the human brain, then babysit an angsty adolescent.”

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Have you ever imagined yourself being used as Stephen Strange’s ash tray after he’s thrown you around his bedroom to show you some ‘fucking discipline’?

Written by myself and @isle-offlightless-birds 🤪

18+

Cigarettes After Sex

“Excuse me, sir, but Mr Stark doesn’t like people to smoke in this area.” A female voice spoke as she’s stepped onto the balcony, facing towards the tall, suited man.

“Doesn’t he?” The man asked unenthusiastically, clearly unbothered as he turned around while smoke was still leaving his mouth, “My apologies.”

“Doctor Strange smokes?” The girl parted her lips in shock, continuing to let her voice work faster than her brain, “Does that not have a bad effect on your whole doctor thing?”

“He does on occasion,” Stephen nodded, taking a long drag from the cigarette between his fingers and tapping the ash over the balcony as he exhaled the smoke, “Doctor Strange also minds his own damn business.”

“Doctor Strange also minds his own damn business.” His words lingered in her mind for a moment while she tried to formulate an appropriate response. After all, working for Mr Stark was a dream come true, even if it did mean dealing with the arrogant sorcerer.

“My apol—“ She started, but was cut off.

“Anyway… be a good little waitress and fetch me another drink instead of just standing there.” His deep voice snapped and reverberated through her core, and cerulean gaze engulfed her from head to toe. She opened her mouth to respond, but Strange had turned to face the balcony again, cupping his hand over the lighter and sparking up another cigarette.

Realising that was about all she was going to get out of him, she re-entered the main function room through the oversized glass door which separated the party from the few that chose to take in the view from the balcony. It had livened up inside; guests still arriving, mingling in their groups spread across the entire floor area, and some of the other Avengers had become enthralled in trying to lift Mjolner from a nearby table.

Weaving her way towards the bar, she echoed Strange’s comment back to herself, “‘be a good little waitress and fetch me a drink’, who the fuck does he think he is!?” Wondering if he was always that much of an asshole. However, she couldn’t deny that he was insanely attractive, and her mind wandered back to his piercing gaze, those cosmic orbs that were intimidating, yet alluring.

“Do I need to repeat myself? I need a round of drinks taken to that table in the corner.” Tony snapped while pointing towards a group of people that looked rather important.

“But, sir, I’m currently serving Doctor Strange.” She said as she broke out of her daze.

“Well, Stephen can wait,” Tony asserted, “That table. Now.” He turned and disappeared into the sea of guests, distracted by a woman that had walked past whilst they were talking — typical.

Grabbing a tray of drinks, she made her way to the table in the corner. The men and women were visibly drunk, barely acknowledging her standing there.

“Um, Mr Stark had me bring you another round.” One lady looked at her and then the table to indicate her to put the drinks on the table and waved her hand, signalling her to leave.

‘Could this night get any worse!?’ She thought as she finally made it back to the bar to pour Strange’s drink.

As she made her way to the balcony, she noticed the previously empty corner lounge now hosted a few of the Avengers, Stephen being one of them. He was leaning back with his arm resting along the back of the seat and legs slightly apart. Her eyes flicked across his chiseled features as she approached until his eyes locked with hers.

“Well, it’s about damn time, I almost thought you’d forgotten.” Stephen scoffed.

“Finished clouding your lungs with that poison, I see.” She retorted back, causing Stephen to

stiffen in his seat as he shot a glance at the others — they hadn’t taken any notice.

“Oh… they don’t know?” She mouthed at him.

“And I’d like to keep it that way.” He replied, barely audible and glaring at her.

“Anyway, Mr Strange… I— I got held up, but I’m here now.” she said.

“Hmm…” He sarcastically tapped his chin, “Got held up with something more important than me?” He said, raising his eyebrow, a slight smirk forming at the corner of his lips.

“Ah— U—Uh, just following Mr Stark’s orders. I work for him, not you.” She mumbled, feeling his stare explore her body.

“Well, are you going to just stand there or give me my drink?” He spoke, “Or do you have more important things to attend to?” Stephen teased.

“Oh, s—sorry, yes.” She moved closer, feeling her cheeks blushing, and leaned forward to bring the tray holding his drink lower so she could place it on the table in front of him. Impatiently, Stephen moved his hand to take it off the tray, bumping it in the process and causing the glass to fall. The spirits covered his white button up shirt, and caused him to gasp at the sudden coolness of the liquid when it soaked through to his crotch.

The rest of the table had fallen silent, distracted by the commotion currently taking place. Her eyes widened and without hesitation she grabbed the towelette she carried out of her back pocket, knelt down in front of him and started to wipe over his lower torso. Not thinking about anything other than cleaning the mess, she brushed the towelette over his crotch, causing Stephen’s cock to stir in his trousers from her touch. Her heart raced realising she’d not only just spilt a drink on Doctor Strange but also just groped him enough to being to turn him on. Once she remembered where she was and the company she was in, she stood up and backed away.

“Mr Strange, I’m so sor—“ She glanced at Tony, swallowing hard with widened eyes, “Mr Stark, this is my fault, I apologise!”

Stephen, still looking down at his soaked suit, slowly raised his head and met her eyes with his while flattening down his suit and shaking his head slowly.

“You just ruined a perfectly good suit, and you are going to pay for it.” He snarled.

“You ordered the drink, Mr Strange, I think you’ll find that you will pay for it.” The girl shook her head.

“Excuse me?” Stephen scoffed, genuinely shocked at her sudden confidence, “Especially after speaking to me like that, you most certainly will pay for it.”

“I honestly don't even know why I—” Tony began, shaking his head until Stephen cut him off.

“Now, now, Stark, I can deal with it.” He looked up at Tony, pressing his lips together as he gestured for him to get back to his party.

“If you insist.” Tony held his hands up, walking away.

“You,” Stephen grabbed her attention again, “What’s your name?”

“Isabella.” The girl responded timidly this time.

“Too long,” Stephen shook his head, “I’ll go with ‘Bella’.”

‘U—Uh, yeah, sure…” She nodded slowly, “Bella it is.”

“Well, Bella, you missed a spot on my shoes.” He gestured toward the floor.

“O—Oh, yes, of course,” Bella swallowed hard, looking around to see everyone else engaging in conversation elsewhere as she crouched to the floor, “L—Let me, uh, let me get that.”

“Good girl.” Stephen nodded, watching as she found herself in front of his parted legs while she pulled out the towel again and lightly rubbed it against his shoes.

“Will that be all, Mr Strange?” She asked, glancing up at him between his legs.

“I have to say, Bella, there is something about looking at you from this angle…” Stephen swallowed hard, parting his legs a little more.

“Yeah?” Bella raised her eyebrows, “What is it?”

“The fact that you’re playing so dumb to knowing exactly what I'm talking about is only raising your punishment higher.” Stephen squinted his eyes.

“My punishment, sir?” Bella scowled, placing a hand on each of his knees.

“D…” Stephen inhaled sharply, pressing his lips together hard for a few moments, “Don’t call me that, or you’ll regret it.”

“I’m sorry, don’t?” Bella gazed up at him again, “I would have thought a man of your arrogant, egotistical level would love to be addressed as such.”

“You’re only adding to the reasons why I can't wait to give you something to make you fucking stop running that pretty little mouth of yours.” Stephen grumbled, glaring.

“You might just be the happiest man I have ever served, Mr Strange.” Bella spoke in a sarcastic tone, rolling her eyes.

“Oh, keep going the way you're going and you're certainly going to serve me alright.” Stephen spoke under his breath as he averted eye contact, looking around the table instead briefly before back at Bella, “In fact, be a good little worker and make sure you've cleaned up every bit that you spilled.”

“Oh…” Bella couldn't help but smirk, moving her hands in unison now to his inner thighs, “You mean…”

“Oh, for f—” He gritted his teeth when he felt Bella moving her hands teasingly slow along the inner seem of his pants and reached beneath the table, gripping her wrists and resting them both over his crotch, “I mean there.”

“Yeah?” Bella’s smirk widened, tracing her palm over the outline of his cock from through his trousers, “I thought so.”

“Now, don't go too crazy,” He cleared his throat, digging his heels into the floor a little harder when he felt her starting to massage the front of his pants with a little more pressure, “I don't want another unnecessary spillage on my very expensive trousers.”

“Very expensive, hm?” Bella arched a brow, biting her lip when she felt his cock starting to become more noticeable through the material, “I would have thought a man of your age would have learned how to stop himself from 20 second premature ejaculation by now.”

“Oh, wow,” Stephen’s eyes widened, parting his lips for a moment before flaring his nostrils, “You listen here, you little brat,” He exhaled shakily as his pants grew more and more restricted, trying not to sink further into his chair, “Y—You’re heading the right way for some well fucking needed disciplining.”

Bella remained quiet for a few long moments, enjoying the feeling of his cock twitching against his pants as she attempted to jerk it the best she could with her fingertips through the material. Stephen bit his lip harshly to try and avoid any give-away moans, fidgeting in his seat. Bella glanced up at him and parted her lips while looking at his, desperate to know what they felt like, what they tasted like. She smirked when his jaw clenched as a result of her fingertips now teasing the head of his cock, massaging all around it and waiting until their eyes met again before responding to his previous comment.

“But, sir, maybe that's what I want.” She licked her lips slowly, squeezing her hand over his crotch completely.

Stephen inhaled sharply, closing his eyes and running his fingers through his hair, “Well, it’d be my pleasure to teach you some fucking manners.” he groaned, glancing down at her hand and then meeting her lust filled gaze.

“Get up.” he said sharply, shifting in his seat, giving her minimal time to move before he stood abruptly. Towering over her, their bodies were merely a couple inches apart. Stephen moved around her, stepping off to the side of the table, sliding his sling onto his fingers.

“Leaving so soon, Stange?” Tony called out from the other side of the table.

“Well if it weren’t for your clumsy fucking waitress here…” he tilted his head in Bella’s direction and pointed to his soaked suit, “I think you need to hire some more, shall we say, disciplined staff, Tony.”

“Hmm, seems like you and I need to have a chat.” Tony said turning his attention to Bella.

“Oh, no need for that, Tony, I’ll handle your little waitress.” Stephen grinned, conjuring up a portal to the sanctum.

“YOU.” He turned to Bella smirking, and pointed to the sanctum, “Now.”

“Uh— Just hold on a second, Strange, you’re just going to entice one of my staff in the middle of her shift?” Tony snapped, turning his attention to Bella and giving her an inquiring look.

“Mind your damn business, Stark.” Stephen scoffed, gesturing her to walk through to the sanctum. Bella gave Tony an apologetic smile and followed Stephen through, feeling the sparks of the portal fizzle away behind her.

The sanctum’s cool air danced over her skin as she stood in front of the grand staircase, taking in her surroundings so few got to see. A click of fingers startled her, and a wave of pressure consumed her body. Her wrists tingled, almost feeling like currents of electricity were sparking from within her as they involuntarily locked together and restrained themselves above her head. She jerked against the imperceptible hold on her body, her breathing becoming shallow.

“Now that I’ve got you all to myself and away from the watchful eye of your boss, will you actually do as I ask or are you still prepared to face the consequences if you don’t?” Stephen muttered in her ear from behind her. She shivered, feeling his breath skim over her neck, and writhed against her restraints.

“Mmm, that depends,” she teased rolling her hips backwards to meet his crotch, “What exactly did I do wrong… Sir?”

Stephen appeared in front of her, grabbing her face with his coarse hands, making her part her lips slightly, “I told you not to call me that.” Swirling his other hand in a motion that tightened the charm on Bella’s body, earning a soft whine from her mouth.

“You’ve been a pain in my ass all night. See, I can deal with a pretty little thing like you cleaning up the mess you made. I mean, hell, it didn’t take much to get you on your knees for me,” Stephen said, licking his lips, “But the others… now, they didn’t know I about the smoking,” he sighed, trailing his free hand nonchalantly across her hips, “Like you said ‘bad for my image’. So, let me ask you again… will you do ask I ask or are you prepared to face the consequences if you don’t?”

“Y—Yes to both parts of that question.” Bella grinned.

“M’hm, good girl,” Stephen exhaled sharply with a snap of his fingers releasing her from the spell.

The moment Bella returned back to the ‘real world’, she found herself being well and truly devoured by Stephen’s eyes. She didn't dare even think what was going on in his mind, but his hand against her cheek showed her exactly what he wanted, and when he brought their faces closer together, she gladly obliged. Their lips met roughly, desperately, each of them grunting from the long awaited contact that they both apparently anticipated. Stephen’s hand was now joined with his other; both of them now holding her head in place as he practically attacked her lips with kisses.

Bella dared her hands to trail to the front of Stephen’s pants, pressing her palm against it several times and grinning against Stephen's lips as he pushed against it in response. With his hands now tangled in her hair, he stressed his need by trying to brush his hips against her hand with as much friction as possible. Bella smirked against his lips and moved her hands to his belt loops, tugging at them gently and making their hips meet each time.

“No, no, no,” Stephen spoke as he tugged out her bottom lip between his teeth, “You need to learn how to behave and do as I say. To tease me would not be wise.”

“Would it not, Mr Strange?” Bella raised her eyebrows, licking her lips slowly when he let go of her bottom one completely, “And what happens if I don’t, hm? If I don't do as you say… sir?” She lowered one of her hands, brushing her fingertips all the way along his length from over the material of his pants.

“Then, I’ll have to take you to my bed and show you exactly how to behave.” Stephen spoke lowly and swallowed hard, feeling himself twitch from her light touch.

“Oh, that doesn't sound too threatening…” She smirked, cupping him completely in her hands and squeezing him gently, “Have you got any other threats for me, hm?”

“Either y—you…” His voice trailed off when he felt Bella now wrapping her fist around him the best she could from over his trousers, his jaw clenching, “E—Either you start to behave now, or I’ll have to take you to bed with me.” He stuttered, forcing his eyes open to glare down at her, trying desperately not to crumble at her skilled hands, “What’ll it be?”

“Hmm…” Bella pretended to think, squeezing her fist around him several times before moving it again — faster this time as she leaned up on her tip toes to press her words to his lips, “I think you’re going to have to take me to bed with you…” She paused for a moment, tightening her grip on him significantly and greatly enjoying the breathy moan he exhaled as a result, “…sir.”

Stephen’s hands gripped her hips and walked her backwards into his bedroom, roughly pressing his lips to hers as they stumbled around the room. Bella’s hands instinctively went back to his pants, clumsily trying to open them while Stephen mercilessly tore her clothes from her body. Once Stephen’s crotch was undone, Bella purposefully stopped paying it any attention — instead, her frantic fingers began to work on unbuttoning his shirt.

“I’ve told you already,” Stephen growled against her lips, “Do. Not. Tease. Me.” He pressed a harder kiss to her lips with each word and gripped onto her wrists, pushing them back down toward his now hanging open crotch.

“What, are you afraid you're going to cum in your pants, Mr Strange?” She looked up at him with an innocent smile, pushing one of her hands into his open crotch and lightly tracing her fingertips over the bump of his boxers.

“Suggest that one more time and you’ll fucking know about it.” Stephen grunted, ripping her underwear from her and carelessly throwing it to the floor to join the rest of her clothes.

“So many threats, Stephen…” Bella whispered, purposely massaging her palm against his boxers, able to feel him pulsing furiously through the material, “And, yet, none that you’ve followed through with.

Stephen’s nostrils flared and he gritted his teeth impatiently, ripping his shirt open and making Bella gasp as the buttons on it pinged off in several directions. Shrugging himself out of it, he then stepped out of his trousers that were now pooled at his ankles and placed his hands on either of Bella’s bare breasts, pushing them together and feeling his cock twitch inside his boxers from the moan that left her lips. Bella gripped onto the waistband of his boxers and pulled him closer to the bed, stumbling back onto it and letting go of his waistband as a result, smirking widely as it snapped back against his hips.

Leaning back on the bed she glanced up at Stephen — although the glimpse was brief, it was one of the most arousing looks she had ever seen in her life; his face was flushed, half with lust, half with taunted anger, his eyes were heavy but wide, his lips were parted a little but his nostrils remained flared in frustration while his jaw locked. That entire image lasted for all of half a second before Stephen’s body plummeted down onto hers, their lips smacking together so hard she could have sworn they started bleeding.

“If you're not going to behave, you leave me with no choice but to give you something to shut you up.” Stephen spoke lowly against her lips, kissing them urgently as his hips pinned hers to the bed.

“I’ll take what I'm given, Mr Strange…” Bella whimpered, scratching her fingertips up and down his back soothingly and feeling him shiver against her as a result.

“Oh, yeah?” Stephen arched a brow, pressing a harder kiss to her lips.

“Yeah,” Bella spoke seductively against his lips, “I’ll take it, Stephen. I’ll take it all.”

“Oh, fuck,” Stephen exhaled shakily against her lips, feeling himself leaking sticky precum into his boxers as a result of her words, “S—Suck my cock. Now.”

“Right now, sir?” Bella grinned, lightly digging her nails into his back as she dragged them to the bottom of it, “Are you sure you’re ready for that, hm?”

“I’m not even going to answer that fucking question,” Stephen growled and rolled to her side before laying on his back, propped up by his elbows, “Just do as you’re goddamn told.”

“Yes, sir…” Bella licked her lips slowly as her eyes trailed down his almost naked body, settling on the outline of his stubborn length standing proudly against the material of his boxers, “But… there’s a barrier.”

“Then, remove it,” Stephen snapped, “I’m sure even you are capable of that.”

“Oh, ‘even me‘?” Bella rolled her eyes, settling herself between his legs.

“Don't you fucking roll your eyes at me again.” Stephen snarled, spreading his legs further for her and shooting her a menacing glare.

“Sorry, sir.” Bella bit her lip, pushing down the material of his boxers against his teased erection to emphasise the bulge within them even more.

“Fucking on with it!” Stephen exclaimed, snapping his fingers and wriggling against the bed impatiently.

“I just want to savour the first time seeing Doctor Strange’s cock…” Bella smirked, pushing the waistband of his boxers over his hips as he lifted them off the mattress.

“And I just want to fucking cum,” Stephen spoke sharply, swallowing hard as the cool air hit his warm arousal, “All thanks to you gaining my cock’s interest and being a little brat about it.”

“I promise I'll show you it’s all worth it, Mr Strange…” Bella licked her lips slowly as she gazed down at the large shadow now cast over his lower stomach from his furious arousal.

“Yeah?” Stephen leaned up on both of his elbows, lifting his hips slightly, “In your own fucking time, then.”

Bella smirked from his impatience showing yet again and parted her lips as she took his length in one of her hands, pointing toward her mouth as she loosely slid her fist up and down it a couple of times. She leaned in enough so that she could be sure he would feel her breath against him, purposely moving her hand slower with each jerk.

“I’m going to count to three, and if your mouth isn't around my cock…” Stephen huffed dramatically, “I—I’m going to— oh!” His words were quickly taken from him when he felt her lips envelope around the head of his cock, humming against him gently.

“Hmm?” Bella smirked, pulling her head back for a few moments to lap her tongue directly against the tip before pushing him directly into her mouth again.

“Y—Yes, god…” Stephen groaned as he tilted his head back, bringing one of his hands to the back of Bella’s head as her cheeks caved in with each bob of her head, “Fuck, I need a cigarette… G—Get me a cigarette…” He breathed out his words, gesturing over to his trousers on the floor.

“Y—Yes, sir.” Bella pulled back on his command, leaning over to them.

“No! Did I tell you to fucking stop?” He gripped onto her hair tighter and directed her back to his cock, raising his hips toward her mouth.

“B—But, sir, how am I to…” She swallowed hard, “How am I to do that while doing this?”

“Not my fucking problem,” Stephen shrugged, “Just give daddy what he wants.”

“I wish your arrogance wasn't so sexy…” Bella mumbled under her breath, feeling herself heating up from his words alone. She gasped quietly when his hand tightened on her hair yet again, guiding her back to his length and letting out a whimpering moan when she took him back into her mouth. She moved her head back and forth and allowed her eyes to close, feeling around with her hand to try and grasp onto his packet of cigarettes and lighter from his trousers that had been deposited on the floor by the side of the bed. After a few attempts of trying to pull them out of his pocket, she successfully managed to do so while continuing to suck against his length at a steady pace.

“Mm, fuck, that’s it…” Stephen grunted, opening his heavy eyes, “N—Now give them to me.”

Bella dropped the packet and the lighter on his chest and lifted her head a little so only the head of his cock was now in her mouth, using one of her hands to slide up and down his length in time with suckling on him. Stephen lifted the packet of cigarettes and pulled one out with his teeth, allowing it to hang between his lips as he picked up the lighter. He pressed his lips tightly around the cigarette to hold it in place while lifting the lighter to the end of it, practically forcing himself not to moan so that it wouldn't fall from his mouth. Once the cigarette was lit, he took a long drag from it and sank back against the mattress, exhaling the smoke with a louder moan.

“The mind wanders to what causes more damage,” Bella smirked, flicking her tongue directly under the head of his length, “Sucking on a cigarette or sucking on your cock.”

“You’re a clever fucking thing, aren't you?” Stephen spoke with his head hung back, the cigarette still hanging from his lips. Bella let out a singular giggle and placed her hands on either of his thighs, lightly digging her fingertips into his groin as she took the entirety of his length into her mouth, closing her eyes as they began to water.

“Mm, mm…” She whimpered against him, feeling him twitching in her mouth and purposely holding him there completely still for a few long moments.

“Y—You’re teasing me again…” Stephen groaned, gripping onto her hair again with one hand and pulling the cigarette from his lips with the other, “S—Suck, baby, suck…” He breathed out his words along with a cloud of smoke.

Bella could barely even think of what to say, let alone verbalise it, before she felt Stephen’s hand on the back of her head again, guiding her up and down his length. Stephen tilted his head back with a loud moan and tried to keep his hips flat on the bed, secretly afraid that if he was to try and fuck her face, it would all be over in the blink of an eye. His eyes rolled back and he held the cigarette between his fingertips with his elbow bent against the mattress. Bella’s cheeks caved in each time her head bobbed back and forth, letting out soft whimpers each time he twitched in her mouth.

“That's it…” Stephen whimpered out his words, bringing the cigarette back to his mouth again, “Let’s keep this dirty little habit between me and you, hm?”

Bella nodded and her eyes remained closed until she felt something dropping into her hair. She attempted to move her head but Stephen’s fingers were buried too deep within her hair for any attempt to be successful. Enjoying the noises coming from Stephen, she willingly continued to move her head until she felt more — whatever it was — being deposited into her hair.

“Wh—What the…” She pulled back forcefully this time, shaking his hand from her hair.

“You should've stayed where you were, sweetheart.” Stephen squinted his eyes, wafting his cigarette in the air.

“I— I should hav— I felt—” She paused, feeling the top of her head.

“You were my ashtray,” Stephen bit his lip for a moment before taking a drag from the cigarette and blowing the smoke in her face, “And now you've moved, the ash will go all over the bed. We can't be having that.”

“I— I was being your…. what?!” Bella scoffed, shaking her head to try and remove the ash from her hair.

“I said we can't be having that!” Stephen raised his voice to a tone that Bella found even more arousing than before — suddenly all the anger in her now bubbling back into lust.

“I—I didn't come here to be your ash tray, Stephen…” Bella let out a shaky breath, feeling the heat of his cock radiating against her cheek.

“No, you came here to suck my cock,” Stephen smirked, reaching down for her cheek with his free hand, “But you make such a pretty ashtray, and you ruined my suit earlier, so…”

“Don’t try and flatter me when you've just discarded ash into my hair.” Bella glared up at him, raising her body a little.

“Come up here.” Stephen let go of her cheek, gesturing for her to move higher up his body.

“Here?” Bella asked, their lips now so close they could feel each other’s fast breathing.

“Perfect,” Stephen smiled — that stupid smile that made you want to punch him in the face, “Now, Bella, I don't usually want to kiss someone so badly just after they've had my cock down their throat, but you…” His voice was low, keeping all of Bella’s attention as their eyes met.

“M—Me?” Bella stuttered, swallowing hard when she felt his free hand against her neck.

“Yes, you…” He nodded, leaning in painfully slow as if their lips were going to touch. As soon as he felt her leaning in, however, he immediately stopped — his smile now wicked as he spoke, “Just kidding.”

“Stephen!” Bella whined, feeling herself practically aching for him by this point.

“Yes?” Stephen smirked, twirling a strand of her hair around his finger, “No one speaks to Stephen Strange like that and gets away with it, sweetheart.”

“If you’re not going to kiss me, fuck me.” She stared directly into his eyes, her face completely straight.

“I’m sorry?” Stephen almost choked out his words, blinking hard.

“I said, Sir,” Bella cleared her throat, shrugging, “If you’re not going to kiss me, fuck. Me.”

“Shit, you don't have to fucking tell me again,” Stephen quickly scrambled off the bed, snapping his fingers toward the bottom of it, “Bend the fuck over. Now.”

“Yes, sir.” Bella bit her lip and tried not to show how weak her legs were as she made her way to the bottom of the bed, leaning over it a little and looking over at him, “Like this?”

“No,” Stephen shook his head and held his cigarette between his lips, standing behind her and pushing her down further, “Like that. Hands on the bed.”

“How hard will I need to grip, Mr Strange?” Bella asked, glancing back at him.

“Almost as hard as you make my cock.” He spoke against the cigarette as he pushed himself forward slightly, rocking the head of his length against her entrance.

“Mm…” Bella let out a little squeal, “Pretty damn hard, then?”

“You know it, you filthy little brat.” Stephen growled, now lining himself up properly and swiftly thrusting his hips forward with ease.

“O—Oh, fuck, dadd— Stephen…” Bella let out a breathy moan, hanging her head forward with her mouth open.

“You were right the first time.” Stephen grunted, impressively taking a drag from the cigarette between his tight lips before opening the corner of his lips at one side to exhale while driving his hips forward at a merciless force.

“Ugh, yes…” Bella’s eyes fell shut, enjoying the secure grip Stephen had on her hips as his hips repeatedly slammed forward against hers.

Stephen threw his head back in pleasure and breathed heavily through his nose. It took everything in him not to let out the moan he was wanting, fearing that the cigarette would fall out of his mouth if he did. Bella squirmed in pleasure, completely taken over by the talented way he was able to move his hips. His fingertips dug into her skin to keep her held in place from the fast pace of his movements, bucking against her several times and groaning against the cigarette.

“F—Fuck, Stephen…” Bella’s eyes squeezed shut, her mouth now fully gaping open as she felt the heat within the pit of her stomach beginning to spiral, “Y—You’re… Y—You’re going to make… M—Make me…”

“Make you what, hm?” Stephen smirked, moving his hips with even more force and feeding off the moans repeatedly coming out of Bella’s mouth, “Am I going to make you cum, huh?” His voice was seducingly low, “This early? That's a bit embarrassing, isn't it? I’ve barely even done anything.”

“S…Stephen!” Bella practically gasped for air when she felt one of Stephen’s fingers now between her legs — basically using it as a trigger to bring her even closer to the edge than she already was.

“Mm, go on…” Stephen smirked widely, moving his finger in the sync with the rhythm of his hips and leaning forward to purr into her ear, “Actually do as you're fucking told for once and cum for me.”

“O—Oh, Stephen!” Bella cried out, pushing her hot cheek into the bed as she felt herself unable to hold back her climax, “Stephen!” Her moans bounced off the walls as the rush of heat and pleasure swept back and forth over her body as a result of Stephen’s repeated movements.

“Ah, fuck!“ Stephen grunted loudly, almost losing himself completely as he felt her tightening around him and parting his lips as he moaned out her name — his burnt out cigarette tumbling out of his mouth and landing on the floor.

“F—Fucking hell, Stephen…” Bella’s words were barely audible.

“T—Turn around…” Stephen stuttered out his words, feeling the sweat gathering against his forehead from how desperately he was trying to hold his own orgasm back, “You've not had a problem opening your mouth all night, so do it for me again one more time. Turn around, goddamn it!”

Bella swallowed hard and obeyed his command, turning herself around — still visibly shaking from her own orgasm — and sitting on the end of the bed, gazing directly at the glistening, angrily pulsing arousal now in her face. Insticntively she parted her lips and leaned forward, resting the head of his cock against her bottom lip. Keeping eye contact the entire time, she wrapped her fist around the base of his cock and began to quickly jerk it back and forth as her tongue massaged just under the head.

“F—Fucking yes!“ Stephen shouted out in pleasure, feeling his entire body trembling.

Within seconds he was gripping onto her hair again, trying to keep himself upright as he began to spurt each string of desperate release onto her tongue. He spent the first few seconds with his head swung back in ecstasy, moaning repeatedly with each pulse, but then forced himself to watch as the sticky pool continued to gather on her tongue with each violent twitch of his cock.

“Christ, you’d think I didn't get laid literally just last night…” He mumbled with an uneasy smirk, feeling himself dizzy with pleasure and unable to hold back a moan as he watched Bella close her mouth after bringing her hand to a stop, audibly swallowing before parting her lips again — proudly presenting her now empty mouth.

“Mm, tastes like magic.” She flashed him a devilish grin, slowly and suggestively licking her lips.

“I’ve got to give you credit, sweetheart, you really know what you’re doi—” He began to praise her before hissing sharply through clenched teeth when he felt her press a purposefully rough kiss to the tip of his currently oversensitive cock, “No.” He spoke assertively, taking a bunch of her hair into his fist and bringing her head up again.

“That’s for using me as you’re fucking ashtray.” Bella spoke with a sarcastic smile, gazing up at him.

“I’ve just made you cum in record timing and you're still being a little bitch about it?” Stephen arched a brow, looking down at her.

“That depends if you see me as disposable as one of your cigarettes.” Bella shrugged, leaning back on her hands.

“Is this you asking me to shut you up again?” Stephen leaned closer.

“I don't know, Stephen, apparently I wasn't worthy for one of your ki—” Her words were cut off from the harsh kiss upon her lips, immediately closing her eyes and placing both of her hands against his cheeks and pulling him onto her properly until he landed on the bed.

Stephen paused for a moment, having an internal battle with himself as to whether he was going to let her get away with what she had just done. Bella trembled in excitement and the unknown, daring herself to push her hand even deeper into his hair and bring his lips back down onto hers. Shockingly, Stephen didn't even put up a fight this time and instead placed each of his hands at either side of her head, tilting his head to allow the kiss to deepen. Whether it was his severely sensitive cock that didn't give him the energy to put up a fight or whether he secretly got off on Bella thinking she was in charge he had no idea, but he couldn't deny he liked the way she kissed him.

After a few long moments of tangled tongues and clumsy still out of breath kisses, they both broke for air. Stephen rolled to the side and onto his back, reaching for a packet of cigarettes that was on the table. Bella’s heavy eyes slowly opened and she propped herself up on her elbow, leaning on her side and watching in awe as Stephen pulled two cigarettes out of the packet with his lips and lit them both together. Everything she had scolded him for before suddenly disappeared; she knew it was wrong, but that in itself was one of the sexiest things she had ever seen. He took a drag from them both and tossed the lighter carelessly to the side. Exhaling the smoke, he raised his eyebrows and pulled one of the cigarettes out of his mouth, gesturing it toward her.

“Sure, what the hell.” Bella shrugged, putting up just as little of a fight as Stephen had done moments ago with her kisses.

Stephen stretched his arm out along the pillows, inhaling deeply as Bella took the opportunity to rest her head against his chest. His free arm hooked around her and soothingly brushed his fingertips against the top of her arm.

“You know, after all you've put me through tonight—” Stephen began to speak.

“After all I’ve put you through?!” Bella scoffed.

“Let me finish,” Stephen huffed, rolling his eyes, “After all you've put me through tonight, I can't help but hope Tony has you at all of his parties.”

“Oh, yeah?” Bella smirked, exhaling smoke from her mouth.

“Absolutely,” Stephen nodded, “I could do with those lips on speed dial.”

“These lips?” Bella whispered, turning her head and pressing soft kisses up and down the side of his neck while closing her eyes.

“Mm… yes, those.” He breathed out his words, allowing his eyes to close also.

Bella sighed softly and stretched her free arm out along his body, lightly scratching her nails along his belt line. Stephen’s breathing became jittery and he squirmed against the bed a little, swallowing hard from the two combined sensations of her lips and fingernails.

“A—Alright, at least give the gun time to reload before you set him up to fire again,” He mumbled uneasily, trying to pretend he didn't enjoy it. He gripped her wrist to stop her hand moving, lightly squeezing it, “Boundaries, sweetheart.”

“’Boundaries?!’” Bella exclaimed, “Say that again when you’re not using me as an ashtray.” She rolled her eyes.

“Hey, I don't think you and ashtrays are that unalike, come to think of it.” Stephen shrugged.

“I’m sorry?” Bella half laughed, looking up at him, “What do me and ashtrays have in common?”

“Plenty,” Stephen raised his eyebrows, trying to keep a straight face as he spoke, “You’re both smoking hot as a result of being full of the deposit from something I take great pleasure in doing.”

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[karolamurdock]

Accidental Marriage Pt.4

Stephen Strange x OFC

Warnings: Implied/referenced sex, light angst and english is not the author's first lenguage

Summary: For the prompt "Accidental Marriage."

“So… Do you put on my last name, or will this get a little Stranger?"

Or: Cassandra Paulssen meets Stephen Strange twice. Once as master and student and once as husband and wife.

Not in that particular order.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

Notes: It's been so long. There is literally no excuse. I hope you like it. Any comment is appreciated ❤️

PD: I may come back later to edit a couple of words. I'm very tired, but I wanted to publish this before going to sleep. Enjoy!

The book slipped through Cassandra's fingers and landed with a soft thud on the surface of the table. 

She stroked, with slow fingers, the divinely preserved ink on the yellow pages, and scanned out of the corner of her eye the long shadow stretched across the library floor: its abnormally elongated form occupying the previously empty space just behind her back. 

De Motu Cordis, she read to herself. Contemplating the taste of the other presence in the room; the miasma, thick as cold wax of ancient magic, and the heavy silence that occupied the once serene, earthy atmosphere of the London library. 

Would Stephen be interested in something like this? She wondered. She considered the weight of the antique binding, the precious preservation of an original copy, and opted to add it to the pile. He's an avid reader, she reminded herself. Surely he has mastered Latin by now.

And if not... well, Cassandra was used to reading to her children.

The figure shifted, and Cassandra's gaze finally landed on the deep dark eyes of Kaecilius, Ancestral's famous renegade apprentice. 

"Master Rama is not at the Sanctuary," Cassandra told him. Turning slightly to check another book on the shelf to her left, her face far away but her senses well oriented towards the dark Sorcerer.

"I know," he replied. His voice was husky, and his words flexed with a certain curious accent. "His presence would not present a setback, in any case."

Stephen's voice is deeper, she hummed in her head. 

"Should I be worried?"

"That depends," Kaecilius replied. Cassandra felt his appraising gaze sweep over her profile, noting her plain clothes, her coiled hair, and the lack of artifacts on her person. "What is your role here, woman? Are you another one of Ancestral's blind lambs?"

"Would you believe me if I told you I was the librarian?" she asked, and allowed a slight glance at his wary expression, at his intense greenish eyes, obscured by his scowl and the stern tilt of his head.

"Are you?"

Cassandra's fingers wrapped around a small piece of metal, hidden by the stack of books on her desk:

"Would you cut off my head if I were?"

The sling ring slipped over her fingers with ease, and Cassandra's voice was accompanied by an impassive stare as she turned her body slowly to confront the sorcerer completely.

Kaecilius sneered, and walked in a slow circle around her as she remained immobile, both hands behind her back: "I should have figured that trying to get answers from one of her puppets would be fruitless. None of them have an entity of their own and are incapable of responding on their own account." 

"You have come to steal knowledge," Cassandra shrugged, lazy in her movements and sardonic with her smile, "Why should I give it away so freely?"

And from his back emerged two cutting daggers that the shelves around them reflected coldly: "Less painful."

"Your self-preservation instinct is admirable," Cassandra replied, and raised a hand in the air as one of his daggers was thrown into the space between her eyes. 

The dagger passed through the portal conjured by Cassandra, and met its end at Kaecilius' feet as another portal materialized above his head. 

"But you're right," Cassandra conceded, watching the man's frown through the space between her golden fingers.

"I'm not the librarian. They couldn't afford me."

Cassandra's eyes darted around the room. With a hop, she threw herself out of the way of the projectiles, and rolled down the hallway to take cover behind one of the bookshelves. She heard footsteps approaching behind the corridor, and stood up quickly as the man appeared with two orange, crackling whips in his hands. 

She successfully dodged the first whip aimed at her right ankle. The second, unfortunately, wrapped around her waist and sent her staggering a couple of steps forward. She evaded the blow to her jaw and ducked, landing two quick blows to his forearm, opening his hand and breaking free of his grip.

She backed up a couple of steps. Kaecilius looked at her, frowning as he opened and closed his tingling fingers experimentally, and questioned again:

"Who are you?"

Cassandra bent down, picking up one of the thick tomes that fell to the floor with the commotion, and quoted, not looking away from the man's icy gaze:

"Per me si va nella città dolente. Per me si va nell' eterno dolore. Per me si va tra la perduta gente. Giustizia mosse il mio alto fattore: Fecemi la Divina Potestate. La somma sapienza e il primo amore. Dinanzi a me non fur cose create, se non eterne, ed io eterno duro."

"Dante would be proud of all of his minstrels," he replied dryly.

"Do you think so?" Cassandra fanned her face dramatically with her hand, blinking languidly as she replied in a quiet, demure voice: "I practice every day before I go to sleep." 

Kaecilius moved forward, and Cassandra lifted the book to stop the descending forearm, wielding a long dagger that the man unsheathed from the straps at his back. 

The sharp point buried itself in her shoulder. With a grunt, Cassandra slammed her palm into the wizard's neck, twice, until his hand staggered and Cassandra was able to turn around, turning her back to him and twisting the man's offending wrist with both hands. 

The dagger flew away from his grip. She spun around again, and hit him in the jaw with the book's top edge, just before raising both hands and making use of her borrowed ring. 

The portal opened behind her back. With a flick of her wrist, the rippling space swallowed them both, and the landscape around them changed to a green field, far away from civilization.

"Running away from your fights like rats on a sinking ship. You really do work according to your master's teachings, non-librarian Miss."

His lip twitched slightly, and Cassandra noted a certain arrogance in his expression. Did the man really believe she would put up so little of a fight? Now, she was fully aware of her simple robes, her lack of weapons and her slim figure. The previous months, hard as they had been, had managed to take their toll on her previously firm and agile body. However, such arrogance was frankly conceited. Cassandra would use it to her advantage. 

Nevertheless, Cassandra had to grant some reason to the graveled-voiced, deep eyed and grim-faced man. Eventually, Death was bound to come to her. Immortal Mutant or not. 

"To hate her as much as you claim, you sure do remember all of her teachings, don't you? 

The instant she perceived his scowl, Cassandra spun around, landed quickly with both hands planted on the ground, and landed a kick that violently threw Kaecilius a couple of feet in the air.

Rising with a twist, she untied with nimble fingers the belt around her waist; she dodged the blows of the sorcerer, who struggled to sit up as he gestured with sparking hands, and, avoiding the circles summoned on his wrists, she quickly wrapped it very harshly around the man's neck.

Then she leapt into another portal, conjured just below their feet.

From the black mountains of Kathmandu, the icy winds of the night were still slipping away when she left her quarters. Her dark form dodging the pools of moonlight, her footsteps stifled by the dense curtain of the night noise.

Emboldened by her apparent mischief, she stretched against the outer wall of the hallway. She hooked her toes into the reliefs of the ornate construction, and, propelling her body with her feet shod in smooth slippers, she soared up the side of the building, climbing with cat-like skill and dexterity. Perhaps, she thought with a hum, she had been wrong about her mutation all along.

Sneaking through the monastery at such ungodly hours of the early morning, with an ear alert for nocturnal students as she climbed the balustrade erected a few rooms above Ancestral's study, Cassandra felt like a wild animal scurrying and hunting in the middle of the night. The dark traces under her pale eyes flashing in the dim light, the shadow cast by her hooded figure...

At the feel of the cold wind against her exposed face, Cassandra smiled slightly, and exhaled softly as she propelled her legs to rise over the low stone pillars and land with a twist on the hidden balcony where Ancestral awaited her.

As Cassandra rose to her feet, the dark hood; blue as the new horizon and warm as Ancestral's brief smile at her wary expression, fell over her shoulders and revealed her measured face, her loose braid and the yellow bruise coloring her right cheekbone.

"Good morning, Cassie," The Sorcerer Supreme greeted.  Unlike her, Ancestral didn't look sleepy at all. She looked as fresh as ever. 

"Good morning," Cassandra slurred the words, not without affection.

Ancestral's eyes remained in the night sky. Cassandra observed her profile briefly: her tangerine-colored tunic, her clasped hands behind her back, and the knowing glow in her clear orbs. She followed her gaze, as if captivated by the flickers of brightness in the distance, and remembered the warmth of the campfire in the skáli, the crackling of the red wood and the sparks that lit up the dry logs they touched with smoldering wisps. 

Cassandra remained at X-Mansion for more than 25 years. While her knowledge of the mystic arts was severely limited, Cassandra was no less than an excellent storyteller, and she was a master at the art of babysitting. Dealing with volatile youngsters and teenagers who could literally burst into flames and shatter windows in an apotheosic tantrum had given her considerable mastery in reading the emotions of those around her. Therefore, ready to dispel the melancholic state into which they were plunged, prey to that almost dreamlike landscape, Cassandra spoke.

"Have you ever witnessed how the sky lights up during the winter in Svolvær? The high peaks of the islands can bring out the poetic side of any warrior. Born of awe at the dazzling beauty, or provoked by the terror that the luminous imposition provokes in the most sorrowful hearts."

Her voice was a feather, dancing with the morning breeze, soft and silent, oblivious to the noise of the early morning, unperturbed in its own space of stillness. A hand rose in the air, and Cassandra drew with an imaginary brush the colorful strokes of the Northern Lights.

"One could not help but wonder... Would those lights be the reflections of the armor of the valkyries, leading the fallen warriors to their king? Or would the dawn be honored as the last breath of brave soldiers who died in battle? I know now, that it is not, in fact, the Bifrost, nor does it blind the unborn children of the pregnant women who gaze upon it.

A smile broke across her face, and she watched Ancestral's serene and pleased expression, attentive, as she asked: 

"Would it be wise to think of those lights as the souls of spinsters who danced in the skies, greeting those below? Perhaps! But we, the Raven Warriors, had little or no intention to stop and look at the spinsters and spouses; to divide our feast and  hard-earned  glory. We were too busy shaping the world and molding its paths to our convenience."

Cassandra interrupted herself, and fell silent as the air brushed aside the unruly locks that clung to her cold cheeks.

She felt Ancestral's hand clasp her own trembling fingers, and squeezed back the soft palm of her old friend. 

Was Ancestral older than Cassandra? She didn't know. Sometimes, on occasions like that, it seemed so. Perhaps remaining so oblivious to the tribulations of the mortal world had finally taken its toll on her. 

(Or perhaps, she told herself, living with so many children had changed Cassandra a bit, too. What supernatural power could she possess, to disavow the comfort that she herself lent so freely?) 

Be that as it may, Ancestral's presence was a valid support for Cassandra's tempestuous emotions. Ever since The Raft, ever since the battle at the airport, ever since those first discords between her companions, Cassandra had felt anxious, on the edge of her seat, as if waiting for the second shoe to drop. Unable to take a step away from the conflict, and unable to look away from the storm.

With a deep sigh, Cassandra closed her eyes , doubtful: her son was safe, her companions were safe at the Mansion, and she would no longer worry about the fate of the Avengers. She knew, for she had been present, that Steve had freed the rest of The Raft, and Tony was taking responsibility for the repercussions of his actions in New York. She had control of her body, and she would learn to pick her battles with more assertiveness. 

"I am impressed."

Ancestral examined her at length. Cassandra felt the heat creeping up her neck, and barely resisted the urge to stroke her bruised cheek with her free hand. 

"He was your student," she replied, lips pursed as she tugged at the patch of sore skin. 

"Well, I am the Sorcerer Supreme, isn't that right?"

Cassandra smiled at her enlightened expression. Ancestral's face gently took on a serious tone. 

"I would not impose this battle on you, Cassandra."

"He attacked, and I defended myself," she countered, "Besides... I am not doing a very good job at keeping my distance by getting involved with one of your students." 

"Knowing oneself is a virtue," Ancestral laughed. And then she looked at her with an affectionate expression.

Cassandra repressed the urge to cover her face. She prayed to her gods to hide the heat she could feel rising in her cheeks and over her ears as she commented:

"When do you think he will return? Surely our little fight has not deterred him from his ambitious aims."

"There is no way of knowing. Sooner rather than later, possibly. " Ancestral replied, exhaling a soft sigh. "You did a good job containing him, Cassie. I thank you." 

"It's unbelievable. Even here, at the Crossroads of the World, trouble manages to find me." Cassandra sulked. 

"If it weren't for you, Kaecilius would have stolen more precious books, possibly at the expense of the lives of the sorcerers of the London monastery." 

"He was alone," Cassandra reassured, "At least at first. By the time his followers arrived, we were a far way from the Monastery, and his interest in the library had already been diverted."

"And for that, I thank you again, Cassie," her friend answered. 

Cassandra finally nodded, accepting her words. They watched the sun rising behind the mountains. The sky, colored in lilac softly turning blue as day took over from night. 

Somehow, the wind of that new day felt warmer.

~ • ~

To Cassandra's utter bewilderment, the days passed in the blink of an eye: one moment she was eating quinoa and apricot porridge for breakfast as she strolled through the sacred storehouses side by side with Wong, the next she was browsing the monastery's copious library, the next she was tracing the fine angles of her companion's aristocratic face in the training yard.

Cassandra watched with tempered delight the smooth curve of his short grayish beard. The flutter of his eyelashes; his fine nose, his lips pressed together in concentration. She admired the damp curls that clung to his furrowed brow, and cataloged every crease and wrinkle under the burning blue gaze of her apprentice.

It was during those days that, in an unexpected turn of events, Cassandra found herself looking forward to her scheduled sparrings with the man. She enjoyed their sessions, the various books they argued between breaks, his dry humor and cheeky wit.

Stephen was stern. Cassandra could already predict the sharp reversal of his judgment as if warned by the white sky that heralds the dispersal of thunder. He was a highly intelligent man. She wondered... how much longer he would mourn the loss of his old life, of his acclaimed vocation?

What was it like for him to accept the expansion of his perceptions of reality? How long would he, with his extensive mastery of the arts that heal the body, bow to an invisible wound? 

What was the attack on New York City like for him, was he safe, was he in the hospital, in surgery, or did he watch the aliens making their way across the sky from the wide expanse of his window?

Was he with someone else?

She wanted to know him better. She wanted to understand the biting language with which he enunciated himself: his sarcastic manner, his confident movements, and the softness in his eyes when he approached her for directions, for correction and recommendations.  

As these ponderings clouded Cassandra's thoughts, she didn't notice the fist until the lapels of one sleeve fluttered inches from her face. Too late to deflect the blow, Cassandra turned her face to the right and staggered slightly as the blow to her cheekbone reverberated across her cheek and rattled her teeth. 

She took a step backward. Although she had reduced the momentum of the blow by turning in the opposite direction, she could feel her pulse on the left side of her face.

She caught Stephen's startled expression: torn between a pernicious pride and a very severe mortification that silently delighted her. 

Without giving him time to feel sorry for her, (or gloat over his small victory). Cassandra dodged Stephen's outstretched arm, landed a hard backhand to his jaw with her elbow, and came out of his guard to deliver a swift kick behind his knees. 

Stephen fell to the ground, like a puppet with its strings cut, massaging his chin and holding onto the earthy floor with trembling hands. 

Gently groping his stinging cheek with her fingers, Cassandra smiled and held out her hand. Stephen accepted it, after a few brief moments of hesitation, and allowed his wife to support him to stand.

"Good job," Cassandra praised, "I would recommend, however, that you take a bigger step forward when you extend your arm: that little bit of momentum can add even more force to your stroke. And watch your feet.”

Stephen cleared his throat, rubbing his sweaty forehead with his sleeve, and muttered under his breath: "Yes... thank you."

Cassandra smiled. She watched his rosy cheeks, his fast breathing, his narrowed eyes, the extension of his arm: where it connected with her hands, still clasped together.

The sky clouded in shades of purple over their heads. In the distance, Cassandra saw  the warm blanket of the sun uncovering the mountains, and watched as the outline of Stephen's figure obscured the red horizon. His eyelashes lit up in pale oranges, and through his shadow-darkened expression, she felt his bright gaze cataloging into her own sunset-colored features.

Cassandra's pale eyes traveled the path of night rising to blot out Stephen's red silhouette against the mountains. Frowning at the sting in her eyelids, she noted the surprise in her husband's clouded expression before becoming aware of the path she traced with her fingers on his wrist. She took note of every vein under his flesh, of the peach skin on his forearms, of the wrinkles in his training shirt: where it folded over his elbow, where the collar brushed against the soft skin of his throat, how his pulse felt against Cassandra's little finger.

Stephen's breath vibrated against her fingers. 

Cassandra glimpsed the curve of his Adam's apple, his dry lips, his short beard...

Could Stephen explain to her what it was that made her different? What aspects of magic remained hidden to his analytical mind? Perhaps it would not be rash to attribute the depth of his gaze to the bewilderment regarding his very presence, nor the natural inclination of his neck in the direction of the palm she held over his shoulder..

She felt Stephen's warm breath against her wrist, and the dark canvas of his face remained veiled by the growing night. In profile, with his face turned in the direction of her palm, she watched her husband's clear pupil colored with the last remainings of the afternoon sun: bright blue, intense ink, as if the color of the sky had escaped from the celestial vault and pooled in his eyes. The morning would look pale in contrast to his deep gaze.

The sun faded with a last ripple of red robes over the monastery. The tall lamps placed at the corners of the courtyard were illuminated, and Stephen's face was revealed in the artificial light of dusk.   

Cassandra withdrew her hand. Stephen exhaled a long breath, and his dark brows furrowed as Cassandra took a small step backward. Stephen closed his mouth, and massaged his jaw with fingers still wrapped in black bandages as Cassandra hummed to herself and turned to pick up her bottle of water, still on the bench. 

She ran her hand through damp, dark locks that fell over her forehead, and took a long drink of water as she gazed out of the corner of her eye at Stephen, mimicking her actions.

Finally, and with a deep sigh, she took a seat on the bench as she fiddled with the edges of the rolled towel over her legs. 

Stephen's grave words cut through the silent stupor Cassandra was reveling in as he asked:

"Who taught you to fight...like that?"

Cassandra hummed evasively, tracing with her fingertips the stinging shadow of the bruise she knew would not leave a mark over her cheekbone "Who taught me to fight...?"

Crossing her legs to lean back gently on the bench, she admired her husband's smooth face as she pondered his words:

"Well, I guess... a lot of people, really. I've been fighting since I was born."

Her fists clenched and unclenched, and a numbness unrelated to the cold of the night bristled the skin on her arms as she reluctantly murmured: 

"I was raised within an implacable creed. I have traveled the world, over all the roads on land, and I met the war on the other side of the sea…"

She contemplated her own words, and frowned at the blurred memory of more remote times. Squinting at the tall, erect posture of the man in front of her, Cassandra's thoughts wandered. She thought of the roads of Anatolia: tarnished with memories of the crusades. The passage to Byzantium, from Latakia, and the dry skies before the bloody reality under their pale suns.

Cassandra did not enjoy traveling by ship: however, the quickest way from Mersin to Nidge had been a two-week sea route to the Taurus mountain range, and that way had always been easier than sailing over the sand, skirting mountains, valleys and routes through the snows. Cassandra knew the shadows beneath her own mountains as she knew the creases in her hands strained by the years; from the mountain passes that linked the Otta River valley, with its high pastures, to the trade routes that skirted the Lendbreen.

"I know the war." She admitted, unable to hold her husband's sly gaze as she squelched the impulse that urged her to seal her lips, for this man was a stranger to her, and she did not know his ways, and he discovered her name on a document. Cassandra did not know his family, and he did not know anything about her ways, nor her culture.

And yet, against her better judgment, Cassandra traced the thin edges of her husband's lips with her eyes, unable to hold the piercing gaze with which he focused her, as she continued to recount her life as if it had not been a forbidden tale to less portentous minds in the past: "When I left the Northern kingdom, and after several years of stealth and reserve learning more about the societies that were located further south, I participated in a small project under the supervision of His Majesty's army, and for several years I remained as a… consultant member."

She thought about the Avengers, Xavier's school, her time as Temis, the X-men, and she decided to keep quiet about her years as a member of those teams. Her involvement, however, was implicit in the precursors or her new name: "Then I became Eternity." 

One detail Cassandra was always going to appreciate about Ancestral's abode atop the Alps was the crown of stars glittering above the black peaks on the horizon. It made her think of her youth: of the library books of Scotland, and she smiled as she contemplated the path Hera traced in the night sky with the coveted drops of her own milk. Nevertheless, and despite her delightful, silent amusement, at that moment Cassandra missed the evening: Stephen's eyes sparkled brighter in the sunlight.

Stephen's wrists jerked. Though the man tried not to look away from her own contemplative face, attentive to the short words she spoke with reserve, Cassandra noticed the man trying to unwrap the black ribbons from his hands, to no avail. 

Enraptured by his apparent struggle, she raised a hand of her own, firm and smooth, and touched his trembling palm, first tentatively, watching Stephen's rigid profile and wide eyes out of the corner of her eye, watchful to catch any sign of refusal from her husband. When no resistance was met, she proceeded firmly; spreading her fingers under the taut palm, her flat hands holding the weight of his tremors entirely as she pulled the tape away from her husband's knuckles.

Cassandra felt the strength of his tremors in her arms: with one hand she held his palm still, and with the other she stroked the revealed red lines, thin and hard against her own immaculate skin, feeling his sweaty, warm hand against her smooth fingers...

She heard the halting sigh that escape her husband's lips. Suddenly, Cassandra noticed she was holding her breath. Stephen's hand was large; his fingers long, covered with thin, shiny scars. Black tape hung from his strong wrist, veins running across the path of marred skin and up his forearm, climbing to where they were lost over the crook of his elbow and under his clothes. 

"Then I became Eternity," she repeated in a hoarse whisper. Suddenly, she felt thirsty, and noticed the Adam's apple on Stephen's neck bobbing as he swallowed surreptitiously.

"Eternity." He repeated. Stephen's voice was low: it vibrated in his chest and delighted Cassandra's almost numb senses. She wondered how that voice would sound, calling her name, asking her questions, laughing with her…

Cassandra nodded softly, and murmured: "I have learned to fight in many places, at different times, and from different people I have learned something new."

She looked away from his short nails, a bit jagged from lack of skill with the small device that trimmed them, and looked at his stern face. His frown, the deep look in his eyes, his parted lips, noticing how his gaze roamed her own hands still touching his warm skin... And she thought that she didn't know him very well, and perhaps she will never get to share with him almost a millennium of stories regarding her own life, but…

"I wonder, Stephen..." she whispered finally, watching as his face bent over hers, and noting absently that the courtyard had been suspiciously cleared, and they were the only two people in the light of those wavering stars, "What will I learn from you?"

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[jackiequick]

—Character Study (Part 2)

Click here to check out part one - Amelia Parker 

— Stella Strange 📞

Warning: There is some sadness, death, miscarriage, bullying, and etc. in her life. Don’t like, don’t read or just skip a few parts. :-) 

Full Name: Estella Sophia Romano-Strange

Nicknames: Stella, Ella, Elle, Dr Romano, Cruella, Miss Strange

Date of birth: May 27, 1988

Nationally: America

Ethnicity: Half Latina - Puerto Rican with a mix of Columbian in her family.

Place of Origin: Manhattan, New York

Age depending on the year: 26–32

Gender: Female

Height: 5’4

Sexuality if anyone cares: Straight

Specie: Human with some magic 

Jobs: Doctor, Hairdresser, Baker and Mom (cause being a parent is a full time-job!)

Any Heath Conditions & such: Estella has stress, anxiety and struggles with her self image a lot. She also has Tremor, which is a neurological disorder that causes shaking movements in one or more parts of your body, most often in your hands. It’s usually triggered by her stress, hate, anger, certain events and etc.

Relationship status: Has been engaged before and dated in the past but never was truly joyful. Currently she’s in a pretty nice stable relationship (2015- now 2018) 

The Family 

Dad: Stephen Strange  🩺

Mom: Elizabeth Romano 🧁

Brother: Leonardo Romano-Strange 📖

Half Brother: Thiego Carlos Strange 🪄

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Early Years 🗽

Estella grow up in a household that leaned towards both American and Latin America. She loved being able to embrace both cultures every once in a while. She loved being Puerto Rican because it allowed for plenty of opportunities in the future!

Estella grow up eating plenty of meals, listens to different music and dancing Salsa and Bachata, exploring the streets of Washington Heights with her brother, visiting her country once or twice and much more. The girl enjoyed it a lot!

She learned English first with her brother Leo, since her mother feared that with Spanish, they will get make fun of like she was or possibly get confused a lot. When in reality it could’ve help a lot. Elizabeth and Stephen didn’t care at the time, as long as they were happy and healthy, and they were for the most part. 

As years went on, the parents became more busy with work and life. Once Estella’s teenage years hit, she was mad fun of a lot. Due to her stress, height, looks, being her in brother’s shadow cause she wasn’t as smart as him and her anxiety levels not allowing for her socialize every often. 

It even went far to be bullied for how she looked and it’s something she still faces. Estella knew she’s Puerto Rican and be proud of it when she possibly can, but outside of her home, she wasn’t showed the respect for it. Because to the world, she wasn’t the true Latina...

They had no respect because she was Half Latina. It was stupid. They told Stella to her face, that her mother married a white man for privilege reasons. 

Saying that she had a lighter skin tone and a more of “America accent”, that her fizzy curly hair was a mess, bullying for not knowing Spanish that well has peers, quizzing the poor girl to see if she “knows her stuff”, not having the curves and or fiery stereotypical passion one would have. The list went on!

She was faced with being too latino for her America friends and too white for Hispanic ones. Every time she had to fill out paperwork or was asked her nationally or background, it felt like it always a battle to prove herself. It wasn’t really acceptable back then, and sometimes she stay late nights crying because of the simple fact that she didn’t fit into society’s eye of being Latina. 

What made it worse was that no one helped truly helped. Her parents were busy. Leo was always off doing his own thing, being a lawyer, going on dates and or trying to one up his little sisters in academics, cause for a lot of men in the world, you were always fine. 

But for a woman of her background, it was always a consent fight! When she tried to play it off cool or snarky slightly rude comments to protect herself, she ended up with the rude nickname Cruella. 

It made her feel worse, wanting to change herself. So in result, Estella stayed having to try and prove her worth. Academically and ethically. She wasn’t the smartest one her classes or the one brightest for certain activities because her stress and anxiety would take over. But she always good with people! So she tried studying harder and grow her network with people in the city. Estella worked at her Tia’s Hair Salon, spending afternoons studying and grew her connects with everyone she met at that very salon. 

She loved it for the most part, but Estella’s parents said she needed a strong career that would pay the bills and she wanted to help people. Estella was so focused on making parents proud, she would later on forget to actually make herself happy and proud! Never got a moment to actually fully love herself, putting that aside to go into the medical field. 

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Doctor Love Years 🥼

Estella Romano Strange decide to go into the medical field, to help people, make families smile and explore her surroundings. It took years of studying, stressful nights and choosing which filed to go into, finally focusing on GENERAL, while also dabbling in PEDS and OB/GYN. Because she loved children, especially the new parents faces when they meet their babies. It was a always sight to see.

Yes, she was once again in another family member’s shadow, not just her brother. Her father’s shadow, because he was a genius Nero-Surgeon who tend to sometime use magic to heal as the years went on. Always being recognized because of her dad or being told off, because of something else that happened. 

It annoyed the hell out of her, sometimes being taken advantage as well by doctors, nurse and even by patents. At least she had her moments because of some peers actually were nice people, helping each other and of course seeing the babies in the NICU. 

One day after a long night shift in late 2011, the paramedic's wheeled in a blonde man who was injured after saving a few families during a fire. It was pretty brave of him, Stella along with a few doctors took care of him quickly. 

Her and the others worked fast on getting him cleaned up and stitched up, knowing they would have to keep him 2 days or so. It was a rush, that made her feel like a hero..

The blonde man was asleep and woke up in a hospital bed confused with a headache, seeing his arms wrapped in bandages. His vision was a little blurry as he pressed a button to alert the doctors. One of doctors, Dr. Ross, made Stella on call to check on him for rounds. Estella walked in with her low bun and  blue scrubs, having removed her white coat earlier that day due to the heat of the hospital. 

“Hi.” She said softly, putting her clipboard on the bench and check up on her patent’s vials, “How are you feeling?”

It took the blue eyed blonde man a moment to speak, “I’m alright..I think?”

“Headache?”

“Yeah..”

“Thought so, we’ll get you meds for that.”

“..what happened?”

He watched Dr. Romano take a seat nearby a stool to explain to him, that he was hero saving those people from the fire. His eyes watched the way she pushed her brown hair back, her sweetly gentle smile and the ways her eyes wondered every so often retelling the tale. He found it cute and said, “I was a hero?”

“Yeah, you were.” She replied with a smile, “Do you remember you name and anything related?”

“Riley..Overstreet. Riley Overstreet.”

She smiled, watching the way he made a silly face, as if it was obvious that he knew what his name was. His blonde hair was long and messy, his soft blue eyes wondered around the room trying to figure out what to say next. 

“Good. Okay good, why were you saving those people? Is that job? Sounds cool..” She asked with a soft smile.

Riley chuckled, “I was a firefighter but I decide to go into the Air Force. I was supposed to meet a friend of mine but got distracted with the fire..”

“We tried contacting yours closes contact, no one answered..but someone named Sam Wilson picked up and said he will be here shortly.”

“That’s my wingman, Sam. Yeah, he’s a friend..”

“Okay good.”

Estella got up and got him the medication, examining his wounds and cleaning up a few bandages. She smiled and enjoying how nice he during the whole process, she found him adorable and charming. Riley watched in glee on being taken care of so well, finding her sweet and cute. “What’s your name?” He spilled out blushing and grinning softly. 

“Huh?” She said, before leaving the room as it hit her blushing, “Oh! Sorry I forgot that about that..”

“It’s alright, I couldn’t read your name on the clipboard so...”

“Doctor Estella Romano..Strange..?”

“Sorry to a bit sound rude but..you don’t like your name very much, do you?”

“Not at all..not really...but you know how you never get a choice for that..”

“I like it.”

Riley had a small smile on his face thinking of a nickname or two for the doctor who helped saved him. Then he said, “Stella..Ella..”

“Ella?” She asked repeating the nickname, liking that it was simple and cute.

“Yeah..Dr. Ella.”

“Okay..Lt. Riley “Timeless” Overstreet..I like Riri..” 

She walked out with a smile as he played against the pillow with a goofy grin. Little did Stella know, she just get her angel that day. Riley was a blushing happy guy with a love for music, determined, caring, fearless, friendly, easy on the eyes and saw the person for their true colors. The light inside of them, the good in their eyes. 

When Sam Wilson, The Falcon, came in see his friend, he met Stella and soon enough started a friendship with her while he was there. The two grew close over a week of seeing each other in the hospital. He took her out to brunch after seeing Riley. 

Sooner or later, Sam noticed the look on Riley’s face and encouraged him to ask Stella out. And ofc course, she said yes to that date.

-> We love and fall but we eventually get back up again. 

The two dated for a very long time. Date nights, morning cuddles, gifts, walks on the beach, jumping out of a airplane together, meeting the parents, having fun with Sam and the list goes on. Riley made Stella feel loved, smart  and way smarter than she seem. Stella made Riley feel brave, loved and as if he was on top of the world. Most of all they were comforting each other, til the end of the line. 

They fought and made up, that’s normal part of being a couple. And, of course Riley had long deployments but they made it work perfectly, and one day after he returned home..he proposed.  

And Stella said, yes. The two planned on good size wedding with Sam being there as Best Man, buying a huge house with a dog, a piano and guitar in the living room, and a move up in their careers. 

Then the fallout happened...

--> Warning some sadness, mention of miscarriage & death 

They found that Stella was pregnant, they were happy, brought toys, clothes and planning everything out. Sam, Leo and both of their parents were excited! But she miscarried after a few weeks or more, she blamed herself crying into Riley’s arms for weeks. 

They both cried. Riley didn’t blame her or anything, he didn’t put the blame on anyone. He knew what it felt to lose a loved one and it hurt losing a child, but life happens. He loved his soon-to-be-wife and knew they can try again one day and or adopt a child. 

They got better and felt a lot stronger, yes it still hurt at times but had each other’s backs. 

It was good until Sam and Riley went on another deployment. And only one one of them came back...Riley was a pararescueman working with the 58th rescue squadron alongside with Sam Wilson until he was tragically killed during a mission. Sam lost his wingman and best friend, while Stella got lost her soon-to-be-husband that day...the two grew closer as they could over that lose. They were heartbroken but rise up again soon enough even if it still hurt sometimes. 

Months past, she still had episodes where she fell horrible and cried. She didn’t even go to therapy as much as Sam and her mother, tried to push her to go. She only went to two session then never returned back to the office. Stella pushed a lot it down and kept working at the hospital, becoming cruel, sad and a bit mean in the process..

The years that changed her life forever 💥

Time past, 2014 hit. Everything was fine, the family was working around the clock and disagreed on plenty of things, even if they seemed to be perfectly fine. They still loved each other, but one night flipping everything upside down. Stephen Strange and his family were invited to a party nearby one of the highest hills on New York City to wine and dine, to even see him possibly win an award.

So they went, Leo was excited meanwhile Stella was overthinking it all but their mother settled both children down. At the party, they met The Felton family, Miss Rochelle Felton caught the siblings eye, mostly Leo’s as the pair spoke on the balcony for a while. Stella stayed chatting with her mother and or Rochelle’s adopted mother, who critiqued strongly the girl, asked confusing questions that annoyed her and or completely complimented her outfit. She looked over shoulder to see her mother and father on the dance floor most of the night.

Stephen had to leave early due to issue at The Hospital and to meet a friend of his (Wong). Elizabeth decided afterwards that they should head home as well, Leo tossed his little sister the keys to the other car and the three drove off. The siblings sat in the front discussing that party, their social life and their careers as their mother stop them, they settled down a bit. The radio was also playing, everything seemed alright as a strange feeling hit Stella but before she can voice her concerns, a huge truck came out of nowhere…

The truck crashed into their car, sending them off course and into the large lake nearby, the impact was so bad it left the family unconscious in a state of pain and sorrow. Cuts, bruises, glass, gashes and more laced the trio’s bodies. Sadly the impact of the accident occurred in a matter of minutes, it must’ve been hours until they were found and taken to the hospital. One only heart stayed beating and broke that night…

—> Warning: Some sadness, a bit depression mentioned, no self esteem, injures and lose

Stella wake up the next morning in a hospital bed in confusion, pain and tears. She was told everything by the doctors and nurses, that she was the only one that sadly survived the crash, that her heart rate dropped plenty of times and they almost lost her but due to a miracle she lived to see another day. Her injuries were damaging mainly to her hands and arms. The girl sobbed wishing it was her brother and mother that survived, not her. She wished they didn’t go to that party in the first place but it was too late…

She fell once again into a state of madness, high anxiety and misery, a bit depressed more often then not. Stephen comforted his daughter when he wasn’t working and noticed her self esteem downgraded. Stella’s self image fell down a rabbit hole, while attending some physical therapy for her hands.

A few surgeries, some physical therapy appointments and self esteem issues grew. Every time, Stella thought she was getting better, she fell a few steps back. Time past and she stopped going, she got annoyed..

Sam arrived in New York, before leaving for Washington D.C. and spoke to her. He held her and gave her as much encouragement and comfort that she needed. 

His last words were to keep fighting because everything happens for a reason, whether we know it or not. 

And that’s exactly what Estella needed cause that night, she left her house after less than a few weeks of being alone, finding Wong and a few other sorcerers to try and heal herself. 

Due to Stella being a time crunch, wanting to return back home in time to back to her life and be alongside the only family she had left, she didn’t waste much time. She spent time, effort and pain training to work up her strength. Pushing herself despite Wong’s best efforts to watch her heath, she eventually listened to him as her hands very slowly healed, scars closing but plenty of cuts remained as she trained with him. 

Eventually Estella discovered a few rooms in The Sanctum Sanctorum, that peaked her interest and Wong told her stories about them. The girl was in awe, she even smiled a bit after plenty weeks of frowns. Estella had ideas but kept them to herself for the time being. After a couple of nights, she seemed much better health wise to say the least but still closed off. Stephen noticed sitting down across from her, “You need to get out.”

“Wait what? Why?” Stella said practiced a mini trick using a few pin pong balls. 

“You need friends, a life outside these four walls.”

“No I don’t, I have you and your buddy, Wong...besides, my only friend is working and the others never existed.”

“I’m serious, Estella. You need to get out of here, find a few things to do, explore the city, fall in love again and-”

“Daddy, no. I don’t want to! My life after that night fell over, my career is down the drain, my fiancé less than died a year ago, the city bores me, my hands are…and...I hate how I look, feel now..”

Stephen kneeled down wiping his daughter’s fallen tears and kisses her forehead, noticing how she hide her face, arms and hands. Her self esteem wasn’t the same and she needed a change. 

“My daughter is smart, kind and beautiful. I’m sorry for everything that has happened. You deserve to be happy and explore your surroundings.” He said softly. 

“But I..what if I hate it?” She asked.

“You won’t.”

“And what about..”  

Before she had a second to even finished her sentence, a portal opened behind her chair, pushing her out and into the streets of Washington DC. She tried opening the previous portal but it was locked and she realized she forgot her ring. “Damn it!” She yelled, then walked down the streets mumbling, “..I've haven’t here in a while..” 

~~~~~~

With time, she found herself at SHIELD headquarters, meeting Maria Hill, Agent Parker and a few other faces. Estella met The Avengers one by one, finding herself introduced to The Young Avengers at the time. She grew fond of all them, keeping to herself. 

Over the weeks, she grew friendships with the older Avengers. Tony, Bruce, Natasha, Clint, and Steve. Thor was off world. She was able to use her skills to the test discovering Rochelle’s mutation with Nat, training with the group, meeting Sam again, discovering The Winter Solider and fight Hydra.  

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A lot happened, they all moved to New York City remodeling Avengers Tower, growing together as a family. They made friends along the way, love was in the air, they lost a few members and gains some new ones. Especially Stella. 

It was during the late summer after getting settled in The Tower, she tried to return back to work as a doctor. Even if she lost plenty of strength with her time off and recking her life’s work in the fire during her depressive episodes, yet she deicide to return. Everything was good until a week later she met him. 

Her half brother. Thiego Carlos Strange. 

Neither one of the siblings knew that they existed due to Stephen not wanting anyone to know. Until Melissa Wallace spited out the facts. She wondered if her mother knew or was it before her parents got together? Stella wouldn’t get that answer and for some reason, she wasn’t mad at Thiego. Upset with not knowing earlier, hell yes but mad? No. You can’t blame the children for their parents wrong doings. She just needed time and with that time, she grew to truly love her brother. She became his number one fan and loving but annoying little sister.

Stella noticed how careful, protective, humorous and curious her brother was toward a lot of people. She saw how much Thiego looked like their father depending one how he act, other times she spotted differences.

The girl was very closed off, questioning herself and considering a lot things during that time in her life, but around Thiego she felt, safe and loved, she returned it whenever she could! They encouraged one another as well.

No one was fighting for attention, running off to do something else, proving who’s the better sibling and such like her relationship with Leo was. Yeah sure Thiego and Stella argue, become annoyed and get into trouble that’s normal sibling do.

Remember when I talked about The Older Avengers becoming like family to her as well? Well at first glance you wouldn’t think it but she grew a close relationship with some of them.

She grew closer to mostly the girls. Rochelle, Liane, Amelia, Luna, Hill and Natasha became very good friends with her. Eventually so would Cassie, with the young girl seeing her not just as a friend but a mother figure. They all grew together as people when the time came, learning and showing one another a few things.

Another being Bruce Banner, she adored how he worked, so focused and gentle, the love he has in his heart, the perfect level of patience and his humor was just as great. Honestly Estella was inspired to be like him in some way.

Love Again? 💞

Like any grieving person in society, it hurts like hell, you feel empty and like you lost a part of you. Well that’s how Stella felt after her fiancé and half of her family died, it left her heartbroken. It felt like one thing fell on top of the next, the memories are sometimes still fresh in her mind depending on the day or dream like state she would be in…

Until Stephen push her though that portal to where she meet The Avengers young and old. Like I said beforehand, Stella’s heart softened around them and eventually started letting her guard down as time went on. As from her friendship and family she made, her heart wasn’t still emotionally involved when it came to romance of it.

Estella Romano didn’t care for it or didn’t even tried searching knowing nothing will truly replace her former lover, until certain blonde and brunette came along. Steve Rogers and Logan Howlett. 

Firstly she met Steven Grant Rogers week one of her trip of Washington D.C. back in 2014. Within the second half of that same week, she found herself opening up to a man that she didn’t think twice of. She didn’t care for Steve Rogers one bit thinking he was some blonde patriot cheeky smile and a strong history if she wasn’t prepared to learn about. Oh sure he was hella cute, she would give him that but she saw Steve as a friend just like Sam. They got along very nicely, two were practically near each other’s eye-line every once in a while and talked for more than a hour together each day.

Eventually within time feelings towards each other started to grow. She was smile brightly, laugh at some of his jokes and tease him every chance she got. Rogers made her feel safe, loved and there was someone looking out for every once in a while. For Steve, it’s like he was given a second chance to be happy, he felt cared for and drawn to her like he wanted to keep her, loved from this horrible world.  but sadly the two were so dumb and afraid to notice what everyone else was saying. Until one night…

Stella set a promise to help Steve find Bucky with Sam’s help. Sam decided to searched in other locations and then headed home to rest, however the two decided to stay up instead. The two were in the lower level of The Tower alone, it was dark inside the room and the only light was the computer as they tried finding the locations.

Steve was pacing the room as the pair talked frustrated and annoyed. Eventually he sat down next to her, resting his hands on the table and said, “We spend days doing it Sam’s way…we can just do it the old fashion way of searching for someone instead..”

Stella was typing away and hushed him, “Shhh I’m working, it settling..it say he’s in New York now, so he’s close.”

“Okay, he can be anywhere..I’m sorry, it’s just—I’m just inpatient. I spent weeks searching for a friend who I thought died, i just want to make sure he’s alright…”

“I get it that you’re impatient about this and so am I gonna tell you right now you’re gonna see him again. I know how it is, to lose someone you love very much..or to just worry that you’re not gonna see him again. But you’re given a second chance here.” 

He smiled at her kind words. Being a soldier, I’m going for one fight to the next, sometimes he can get very impatient and needs someone to keep him grounded at times. Steve couldn’t be happier with Stella and Sam’s help with finding his friend, the man couldn’t thank them enough. Moments like this, he didn’t see the same Stella who’s either annoyed and worried about a situation. The blue light from the computer screen and the gentle rain outside made her look calm, understanding and focused on the task at hand.

She looked over at him every now and then smiling softly as they discuss the possibilities of the circumstances their in. The woman could be doing so many things at the moment and procrastinate her work, but instead she decided to help him out. Stella didn’t see the uptight and confused super soldier but instead a gentle man who just wanted to see his old buddy again. He was seemed relaxed, understanding and clearly agreeing to the tasks but his muscles were tensed, underneath everything Steve Rogers was just a simple guy who wanted to do the right things.

—

It was getting late and the two were getting tired, but it can definitely be shown on their faces how determined they really.

Stella kept searching up the location of where The Winter Solider could be until she find it. She grinned and said, “Oh my god-I got it! I got his location. We got it.”

“Really?!” Steve sat up after reading the files to see the pin on Bucky and smiles* “You really did find him..wow! This is-this is..”

His epic excitement, relief and pride washed over him, Steve Rogers didn’t think as leaned down and press his lips onto hers. It was a a shock and she hesitated for a quick moment then smiled pecking his lips. It lasted a couple of seconds before breaks off the kiss.

“W-what was that for..?” Stella asked taking a breath, noticing a light lipstick stain on his lip. She felt a rush within her, blushing a bright rosy red, very embarrassed.

Steve chuckled and blushed embarrassed. He hesitated realizing what happened and simply shrugged, “I-I don’t know..just overwhelmed with all these emotions…I’m sorry.”

“N-no, it’s alright, I get it. But uh, we’re not gonna make this a thing right?”

“What? No! No, I wouldn’t dream it off. It just happened, right? Unless you..”

“Unless I feel like..you know what towards you? That’s ridiculous, it just happened..”

“We should uh, forwarded this to Sam..”

“Y-yeah! Exactly then straight to bed...s-separate rooms and stuff..my bad. Was that your first kiss since 1940s?”

“Not exactly no, I kissed Natasha for a mission once but I wouldn’t count it truly. Was I your first kiss since 2012?”

“..maybe? I mean, I went on a date or two, but it wasn’t anything major.“

Steve smiled softly and nodded, slightly blushing a bit however thankfully to the darkness of the room, no one can see. Stella chuckled softly and blushed a bit forwarding the email to Sam. Afterwards the two headed upstairs agreeing that the kiss mean nothing else but purely tiredness and excitement from getting one step closer to the case. Because it was nothing.

Time went on, fighting robots, aliens and plenty of other stuff. Domestic life with The Avengers, plenty of their friends noticed the way they slowly became closer and how life was flipped upside down. Thiego HATED that Cap looked at his sister sometimes, Stella joked that he wanted to date him as he would roll his eye jokingly. No one was good enough for his sister!

Steve went on to date Sharon Carter, while Stella had a short lived relationship with James Logan Howlett. The two met at a bar one night and hit it off rather quickly, seeming to having a mutual understanding of the past, present and future. Just wanting a break from it all and live in the moment.

Logan was the bad guy in a leather jacket and bad reputation with a kind heart and complicated life. Behind the rage and stubbornness, she saw a man running around and trying to figure out his life. Logan saw something in her, a woman with too much patience and some cruelty within her from being put down in the past.

The two would go on dates by meeting up at the park, drinking and partying a bit, cuddles in bed and late night talks. Nothing serious, more or less causal.

It was funny actually, the same time Stella was dating Logan Howlett, her brother Thiego dating Scott Summers. When the siblings and their friends found out, it was hilarious and awkward for everyone. But like i said, it was short lived as Logan admitted to cheated on Stella as she returned home in tears. Thiego comforted her saying she didn’t need a man and should try to focus once again on her studies.

—

Time kept moving forwarded, Stella forgot about trying to search for love once again and return to studying, being in the medical field. Steve ended his relationship with Sharon Carter, deciding to stay as friends, focusing on The Avengers and his works at the super solider leader.

The two grew up a bit as people, comforting each other when the worse hit, fighting aliens, supernatural beings, robots. Hell, even The government officials and SHIELD when The Accords hit on everyone. Maria Hill caused The Avengers to pick a side, it broke them apart. Steve and a few others refused to sign the paperwork ending up on the run from SHIELD. Stella signed the paperwork to cover Team Cap’s ass and provide them from being caught.

Steve and Stella fought long and hard over The Accords, the placement of the team and the reason behind everything. A few kisses were stolen and screams were heard. Team Cap ran and hide, while Team Iron Man search and ran themselves into tunnels becoming separated from each other. They all missed each other, noticing how everyone fell and practically almost killed themselves to prove who’s right.

Eventually The Avengers and SHIELD found out who was truly behind all of this mess however, it wasn’t the same after that. People grew apart, families cried, betrayal between friends, couples broke up while also stayed together. Slowly everyone got better, it hurt but they got there.

He found her one morning in the elevator after not seeing each other for a while. Stella didn’t want to see him, afraid of the risks of their relationship and the future, Steve however was willing to risk it and love her no what matter. It was

It was hard, annoying and slightly heartbreaking speech of emotions between the pair, Stella crumbled as her walls fell as Steve poured his heart to her, feeling sorry that they were drifted apart and didn’t take a chance earlier. She admitted how she feared if she fell in love again, the world would hear and she would be crying all over again. She felt like she wasn’t enough for the super solider...

“If I did anything right in my life it was to find you. It was when I gave you my heart and didn’t even know it. But when I see you smiling and standing in that door all the feelings come rushing back...” She said wiping a few tears that ran down her face. 

Steve smiled softly, bring her in close, “If one thing I know now, your the person I didn’t know I needed in my life. If I said once, I will say it again, you will be the death of me. And also be the very few lights in my life..”

"And you are mine. How did I end up with someone who will deal with me now matter what, I will never know? But I do know is that I love you..”

“Now i got one question. Can I kiss you?” 

"Thought you never ask.” 

Steven Grant Roger brought his lips up to the girl, gently pressing them onto her in such awe and relief. Estella Romano Strange leaned in, returning the kiss without a doubt, resting both hands on his chest. The warmth of their bodies and the heat rise causing the pair to remember they were still in an elevator. 

The two started to finally date after that, enjoying their time together. Hugs, kisses, cuddles, cheering the other on and supporting each other, embracing the craziness of their lives. Late night talks, acting like an old married couple at times, wondering about their future in heroes, and so on.

Friendship and motherhood 

Was all of this in the cards for Estella? Maybe? Maybe not? She wouldn’t get the answer to that for a while. She was never given a chance to wonder what she wanted for herself, it was always do this and do that, remember to make your family proud. It was always the question, if she was doing the right thing, for that she let fate decide. 

But she knew the things that she loved to do, spend time with friends and wanting to give her love to other people. Simple as that. Even if it meant doing one of the girls hair, making lunch to everyone and or just giving the person attention. That’s how she built friendships with the ladies and gentlemen of the household. 

Plenty would say that Stella has a “feminine touch” or “motherly vibe” to her, like she knew that to say or do, sometimes. Making The Avengers Compound feel like home. It just came naturally to the girl, seeing her mother and some of tias treat everyone, somehow she embraced it without knowing.

Plus it helped that she tend to sometimes follow Bruce Banner’s lead with how much of a caring, patience, loving and quick on his feet of a father he tended to be. Him and Hulk set the sweet example, she admired it. Dad Bruce, Papa Hulk and Mama Stella. Somehow the one plenty of parents in the household. However, she wasn’t a mom or even a aunt exactly to the group. 

Until one month, it was like Stella saw a rather quick shift in the air. The warm weather, sweet treats, cuddly sweaters, couples walking left and right, and the kids playing in the park. Girl got baby fever, it finally hit her...

She didn’t know how it happened, but it did! Stella thought it was a phase, she’ll get it over it. But the more babies she saw in the hospital, the kids with their parents and young teenagers in the malls walking past her. As well as the Young Avengers running down the halls everyday. She decided it was settled. 

One morning after breakfast, she sat next to the man who practically was her husband at this point. “..how do you feel about kids?” Stella asked, scrolling on her phone.

Steve looked up from his notebook and paused doodling, taking him a moment to process the question. “Uh, I love them. Why?” He asked with a smile.

“How do you feel about us having some?”

“I like that idea. Wait would we like have our own biologically? Or foster care and adopt? Cause honey, that waiting list is long.”

“What I'm hearing is a yes.”

He scoffed and chuckled, “Yes. Honey, how long have you been thinking about this?”

“Two weeks..?”

“Two weeks?! Please tell me, you didn’t file for adoption without my permission and we have a kid coming here today?”

“N-no! I’m not crazy!”

He gave her a pointed look, “Stella.”

“I didn’t!” She replied crossing her heart, promising that she didn’t. 

“Okay, just checking. This is a rather big commitment and I'm here it.” 

 The two spend days discussing the matter and how they would like to go about it. Stella even went to Bruce for his advice and hoping he could sign some paperwork. Luckily after a talk, he was on board. Little did Bruce Banner know that Stella’s future kids would see him as their amazing uncle. 

Weeks past and nothing from the adoption agency. Stella wanted for the call and wondered if she was too late to file for kids. All she wanted was to give a child a nice life and plenty of love, hell even be the embarrassing mom. 

Until one afternoon, she found a kid trying to steal from her shopping cart as he ran out of the store. She tried to stop him, but she was too late. That same teenager would be brought into the police department and such to be question. Stella was called in to watch over the teen who glared at her, but she made it work. 

She asked, “What’s your name?” The brunette finally looked up and said his name, “Bradley James...”

Stella gave him space while they were at the police department to talk to her, as she signed paperwork for him and finally after a while he did, cracking a few jokes. He smiled and she told him the plan for the week, he listened thankfully.

The first few days were hard, having not took him to The Avengers Compound right away, more to her spare apartment in the city. Steve was out for a business trip during the time. Bradley was tricky, not eating healthily, staying up late and tried sneaking out once or twice. He even made a mess of the living room, Stella had enough and decided to sit him down for a talk. 

The two talked for a least an hour, Bradley explaining what was going on and how they ended up here. Stella even admitted, “I’m here because I care..and I'm not here to replace your mother, but just so you know I will make sure you’re alright.” He hesitated before he cried into her arms as she hushed his sorrows. It was a long night and the following days were something else. But Stella knew, “I want him.”

Sooner or later the rest of the kids started popping up. Such as Kendall, who came one day after a small accident downtown, resulting in a few people getting and one of them being him. He was already an lost boy who needed a home and got hurt that day, so Stella and Steve brought him home a few days later. The couple may have some annoying teenagers boys now in their hands but they love them nonetheless.

Stella even became a auntie (or Tia as she’s called) in the result of Riley Banner-Marsh and Gia & George Romanoff being born. Her and Steve were more than happy to become aunts & uncles to those children, even if they drive them crazy sometimes.

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As of right now, Estella Romano Strange is happy and healthy for the most part. Girl needs therapy for some reasonable days. Aside from the stressful days and nights that happen every once in a while, she is doing alright.

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That’s all for now, I wish I could write more but my brain is tired haha. Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoy it! ☀️

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[multiversemusings]

Your Heart Beats in Mine

Originally requested by @strangelockd Pairing: Sinister Strange x FReader Rating: M (18+ Only) Warnings: Mentions of abuse, violence and mental dystopia Genre: Romance, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst Word Count: 5,270 Plot: Sinister wakes to the sound of the incursion growing angered outside of the Sanctum, making him reflect on how he got to where he is. And how he is recovering, thanks to the beautiful woman who he has growing affection for. But when he goes to speak to her about it, he finds her asleep in a very familiar article of clothing, and the last wall of ice around his heart shatters. Song Inspiration: See Who I Am by Within Temptation

A/N: I haven't done MxF smut in a VERY long time. But for you, my dear moonflower, I am very happy to try my hand at it once more. I truly hope that this caffeine induced creature is everything you are hoping for. Thank you for being my inspiration, this night.

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"Come into my world: See through my eyes."

The rumbling woke him up. Not that he slept very deeply ever anyhow, not since the world had begun to rip itself into shreds what felt like eons ago now. He turned his head to look out the remnants of the window towards the vortex that was the incursion which now ruled over his world and watched the lightning that crackled through it with minute interest. His attention to it didn't last long and he rose from his worn mattress, tossing the covers aside as he swung his legs to the side of the bed and stood up. As he walked towards the door of his room, his robes materialized from the indigo magic contained inside of his body, hiding away the three puncture scars that adorned his stomach and sides. He did his best not to think of the way that the fence had felt tearing through his skin and his organs, especially since he was now mostly back in his proper mindset. That variant of himself had done him a favor, as badly as he hated to admit it. Not long after he had managed to get himself off of the fence and back into the Sanctum to recover after the bastard used it for a ritual space to get back to his own world, he was graced by another visitor. This one not a variant of himself, but the one who would remove what was left of the Darkhold's influence over him. He had been wary of her, tried to send her away from his destroyed and lifeless world for fear not only of what he may do to her, but because she was a light. A light that would attract too many creatures that would come after her here in this desolate world. But no matter how hard he tried to push her away, she just stayed; refusing to see him as a monster but instead as a broken and lonely man. And the more she showed her determination to stay at his side, the more he realized that she was chipping away at the walls of ice he had built up around his heart after losing Christine so many times in so many branches of the Multiverse.

He was strong enough now to let it go. He had never been one to believe in destiny, and even now through all that he had experienced, there was a part of him that still didn't. But he believed now that there was a master plan for everyone and that maybe just because he didn't believe in destiny didn't mean it didn't believe in him. Because when he looked at her, he felt warmth returning to his body. There was music in the ambience around the once cold and empty Sanctum. He now heard a voice that told him to not give up on her, to keep her there with him so that he could continue to get back to who he once was. She helped him lose track of time, helped him see color again, and to remember that the heart he had long shield away from the world and everyone that he met while Dreamwalking still beat in his own chest. He had taken her on as a student originally, teaching her magic to protect herself to prepare for the inevitable attacks. But through the long nights of helping her translate old tomes and learn the difference between attack and protection runes, he began to realize that she was much more than just a student. Still, he didn't allow himself to get to close out of fear of what may happen to her due to the grip the Darkhold had on him then. But his walls were very thin, and he knew that this may very well be the time that he gave into the longing he had been hiding for her. He knew she adored him: She made that very plainly obvious the night that she had refused to stop holding him when he was trying to fight off the last of the grip the Darkhold had on him. He had tried to make her let go, accidentally setting off one of his spells that had cut her arm and even then, she didn't let go of him and simply smiled, despite the pain in her face and told him that it was all going to be okay, that she wasn't going to let him go, nor would he have to face it alone anymore. n that moment, the hold shattered. He came back to himself and the darkness and voices that had clawed at the corners of his mind receded, finally leaving him in peace. It was also the first time in years that he had profusely apologized to anyone as he healed her cut and begged for her to forgive him. Of course, she had, and she told him it was because she loved him even if he didn't love her back. That night he had spent all of the hours that he should have been sleeping pacing his room and trying to figure out how he could be at all worthy of this beautiful woman who had refused to see him as a monster. But over these however many days - or months - that he had seen her become a Master in her own rights, he decided that maybe, he didn't need to be. He just was. Returning to his current mind, he walked to the study where he knew she would undoubtedly be due to having issues with her own insomnia lately. For the nights that he woke up due to not being able to sleep soundly, she stayed up just as many because she didn't find sleep easy at all. He reached out and pressed his palm against the heavy wooden door, pushing it open as he stepped through.

"Moonflower, are y-" The words died on his lips at the sight he was greeted with.

The woman was not awake as he had expected that she would be, but inside as asleep on the chaise lounge under the reticulated gothic window, the remnants of its iron mullions casting a array of shadows down on her frame. Her beautiful dark curls haloed her peaceful features, drawing him in further to look at her sleeping form, reaching out with a hesitant hand to brush a stray curl from her cheek. As he reached down to move the book from her hand, he caught sight of something that made his heart skip a beat within his chest where he was beating. Her slowly rising and falling chest was covered in a hoodie that he recognized immediately but had not seen in years. A soft baby blue with a faded white emblem of a shield baring three crowns under the words Columbia University, he recalled looking for the hoodie for weeks some long time ago. But here it was, on the woman that he was so sure he was falling so deeply in love with, and he could no longer ignore that destiny was indeed playing its hand. And he also now knew that his resolve was gone: He needed to be with her. He allowed himself to lean forward, kissing along her neck and relishing in the small sound that she made as his beard brushing against her skin roused her from her slumber.

"Stephen?" she asked softly as her beautiful green eyes fluttered open.

"Shh, do not speak, my beautiful moonflower," he whispered warmly against her ear as his fingers trailed down her body. "If you do, I may stop. Do not make me stop."

"Please don't," she replied.

He moved as she shifted so that she was on her back and his lips trailed along her neck as she leaned her head back, letting out a breath of building pleasure. His hands traced the shape of her supple breasts, the fabric of his old hoodie hiding her body from him and preventing him from being able to fully touch her. He kissed her cheeks, the right and then the left as his hands finally reached the bottom of the hoodie and began to push it up, only for her to stop him. He pulled back to look at her with confusion until he saw the fear in her expression as she gripped his wrists tightly to the point her knuckles were white, and she trembled slightly. He chastised himself for forgetting. During one of their many late-night conversations when he had finally confessed to her why his world looked like it did, how he had been so enamored with Christine that he did things he wasn't proud of, she had also made a confession to him. Her past lovers had all been cruel to her about the size and shape of her body, reprimanding her for not being the "ideal woman" when her body was not made that way. They had kept the lights off when they used her for their own pleasure, never taking into consideration what it did to her self-esteem. And as a result, she wore multiple layers of clothing, stopped eating and tried to hide away the beauty of her body. A beauty that he knew did not just come from the skin, but from that beautiful light that he saw shining from inside of her. The very light that he was so drawn to that he now allowed himself to say that he was in love again.

"My dear, you do not need to be scared of me seeing you," he told her, his confidence that he had so many years ago suddenly returning to him. He reached up to cup her face in his hands, though still she did not let go of his wrists. "I do not think that you are anything less than a beautiful, strong woman. Because what your body shows is nothing less than a reflection of your beauty from within: A beautiful and perfect light. And if you allow me this night, I promise to show you just how wrong all of those fools were about you. Let me in, just as I have let you into my heart."

He watched tears fill her eyes and he gently pet them away with his thumbs when they spilled down her cheeks, making her close her eyes for a moment. For a moment, he feared her silence meant that he had pushed her too far too fast, until finally she let go of his wrists and reopened her eyes to look at his. She slowly and reached up to wrap her arms around his shoulders and guide him closer to her, so he instinctively leaned into her. He pressed his lips against hers just firmly enough that he could feel her returning the kiss as he kept his hands on her face for a moment longer. When he was sure she was comfortable, he maneuvered himself to sit on the lounge beside her legs and his hands slowly ran back down her sides in case she changed her mind. But when she parted from the kiss, he opened his eyes - which he hadn't realized he had closed - to look at hers again just as they reopened as well since she had closed them too, during their exchange.

"My body is yours, Stephen Strange, as much as my heart is," she told him softly, a nervous smile appearing on her face but so full of love that he almost didn't see it. "Please, take me."

With her consent now given to him, he nodded and leaned in to kiss her once again and oh, what a beautiful sensation it was. The feeling of her warm, soft lips against his own was something he had not even allowed himself to dream of until just recently and to be given it so soon afterwards shifted his entire world on it axis. Their lips moved in a synchronicity that he had never achieved with anyone prior to her, as if they were listening to the song of each other's bodies and it was matched to the same rhythm. He dared to be brave enough to give her lips the slightest of touch with the tip of his tongue, asking for permission to explore her more intimately. His heart fluttered when she moaned softly and parted her lips to allow him entry. Their tongues met in a slow, intimate caress and he could taste the Earl Grey and Madeleines on her tongue that he had undoubtedly consumed before falling asleep on the lounge. His hands resumed their exploration from earlier and found the edge of his University hoodie, slowly moving up underneath it to feel that underneath, she had on a simple t-shirt rather than the top to her Master's robes. Her abdomen tightened at the feel of his fingers moving upwards so he paused and pet the tight muscles with his thumbs to let her knows he was still safe and could tell him to stop at any time. When she relaxed, he allowed his hands to move up farther as they broke from the kiss finally to breathe. He cupped her breasts in his large hands, feeling her arch to him as she leaned her head back and moaned, exposing the beautiful planes of pale skin to him. He leaned in, licking the tendon in her neck where it was showing before kissing along it as his thumbs traced circles around her nipples, which he felt becoming erect to his touch.

"Oh gods," she moaned as she wrapped her arms more securely around his back and dug her fingers into the vest of his robes. "Stephen."

"Your voice is so beautiful," he whispered against her neck, kissing the moist skin he had been tasting. "Let me hear you, beautiful one. Do not hide away from me."

He pulled back just enough to move his hands and gather the hoodie from the bottom and pull it up, so she held her arms up and allowed him to remove it. In return, he stripped himself of his vest and vambraces, dropping them to the ground with the hoodie. He reached for the bottom of her shirt, giving her a look of inquisition, making her nod, so her slowly took it off as well and looked at her bare torso as he dropped the cloth to the floor. He tried not to let his eyes linger on any one spot too long, out of fear that she would become uncomfortable, but he was in awe of her beautiful form. The expanse of barely-there freckles that adored her sides and wrapped around her ribs towards her breasts, the beautiful dark pink areola that encompassed her hardened nipples. His eyes trailed down, taking in the softened edges of her curves and where her chest bled into her abdomen, down her navel to the dark stretchmarks that adorned her stomach. This was the sensitive spot. Immediately, when his eyes glanced them, she tried to pull her legs up and hide away from his sight. Seeing her insecurity and knowing that it would be hard to convince her with further words that she didn't need to be ashamed, he came up with a different solution. He undid the fastenings of his robes, folding the layers and hesitated when he went to open them as he looked at her in a bit of anxiousness. This got her attention, seeing that he felt the same way about something that she did, but watching as he slowly opened his time worn, faded blue-grey robes to reveal his abdomen. He shrugged them off, dropping them to the floor as he avoided her eyes for a moment, letting her look over him as he glanced down at his own body. His body had gone soft around the edges as well, due to having no need recently to fight, but the tone was still there. His chest and upper abdomen were dusted with a very fine layer of black hair that trailed down between his abs…to the healing puncture mark. His jaw set as he swallowed hard, before looking at her and her legs relaxed as a look of recognition crossed her beautiful face.

"You aren't the only one…who has something about themself that reminds them of their past, moonflower," he whispered softly, sincerely as his eyes softened and met hers finally. "I can barely stand to look at my body: These healing scabs remind me of the monster that I was. But they also remind me of who I am now. That I can begin to be comfortable with myself again, thanks to you."

He watched her shift to sit up and reach out to him, so he relaxed his shoulders, reaching up to take her hand and brought it to rest over his heart which was beating rapidly behind his ribs. She reached up with her other hand, placing it next to the first so he rests both of his on the back of her arms and watched as her lithe fingers trailed across his clavicle before moving slowly down his pectoral muscles. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes as he felt her fingers brush over his own hardened nipples, eliciting a moan to escape his lips. A chill of excitement rushed down his spine, pooling into a warmth within his Sacral Chakra and filling his lower stomach with excitement. When her fingers traced the defining edges of his abs, his stomach tightened as well and he let out a slow, shaky breath as he inclined his head and looked at her as she touched the scabs. He shivered a little when she traced the one just above his navel and then the two on his sides, watching as she came to understand and looked up at him. He gave her a smile that he hoped reflected the warmth she was filling him with and the love that he felt radiating for her inside of him that was starting to spread across his skin and make his blood burn hot. He felt like he was truly coming back to life under her touch, the instinct to love and make love finally reignited from that flickering ember in his heart to be a roaring fire. When she leaned in to kiss him, he returned it without hesitation and their eyes closed, their arms wrapping around each other to press their bare chests together; her stretch marks matching up to the healing wounds on his abdomen. His hands explored her back, feeling the dip and curve of her spine as his fingers ran down to her hips and felt every perfect imperfection here as well. She moaned in pleasant surprise as he pulled her close and lay her back down slowly, parting from the kiss to open his eyes and look at her once more, letting her see the awe of her in his stormy blue irises before he resumed where he had left off earlier. His lips started this time at her elegant collarbone, licking along its definition and biting slightly down on it which made her gasp in shock and moan as she arched to him. The sound shot straight to his loins; his body finally reacting to her beautiful vocalizations his he began growing erect in his trousers. His hands resumed cupping her breasts, this time from beneath so that they were being held rather than fondled. He kissed down her left breast, looking up at her and saw the deep pink flush in her cheeks that spread up to her ears as his tongue darted out to trace the areola with the tip before giving her nipple a long firm lick with the flat of it. He began to suck on the sensitive pink bud of nerves, moaning himself as he drank in the way she moaned his name and getting high off the way she was grabbing onto his shoulders tightly, digging in her nails.

"I have you, my love, do not worry yourself," he reassured her, kissing the inside of her other thigh, his eyes still on hers. "I will take care of you."

He moved her right leg with his left hand so that her footrest on the floor and he placed wet, warm kisses along the inside of her thigh to the spot where she needed him most. His tongue licked from the base of her labia to the top, tasting her slick and she all but wailed in pleasure as she arched her back and her hands left his shoulders in favor of his already tousled hair. He moaned as he tasted her sweet fluids, tinged with a salty hint from the balance in her recent eating. She was clean, her arousal smelt natural and strong, the lingering scent of the natural oils she bathed with on her skin driving him crazy. He drew his tongue across her once, twice, three times more before using his thumbs to spread her open as far as he could so that he could press his tongue inside of her, licking against her vaginal walls. His penis throbbed inside of his trousers as she cried his name, begging him for more and he traced every inch of her slick walls that he could reach with his tongue, drinking her down as though he were a man in the desert, dying of thirst. He pulled her tongue from inside of her, replacing it instead with the gently but firm brush of his middle and ring fingers as he flicked the tip of his tongue against her clitoris, making her scream in shock and pleasure. He could tell shit hit her first climax and he pulled away enough to breathe against her, his beard glistening in the light from the moon and fireplace with her fluids, his lips slick with evidence of his endeavors of pleasuring her.

"P-please," she begged breathlessly.

She didn't need to finish as he kissed below her belly button, pressing in his middle finger first, stopping when he felt her tense to give her time to adjust. He nuzzled her stomach as he watched her lean her head back, whimpering and moaning breathlessly. When he was sure she was relaxed enough and down from her first climax in who knew how many years, he added in his ring finger and began to move them in and out of her. He was careful to stretch her and rub her walls to stimulate her so that he could add his index finger, groaning as he palmed at his own arousal. The slick, sliding noise that his fingers made against her walls and labia was the final thing that broke his self-restraint, feeling the wet spot on his own trousers growing from his penis excreting pre-seminal fluids. When he removed his fingers, she whimpered at the loss and looked at him in worry.

"It is alright my dear moonflower, I simply cannot wait any longer," he told her, his voice shaking slightly from arousal. The need to be inside of her, though he was quite proud of the fact he wasn't tearing his own clothes apart or just dismissing them with his magic. "I want to be inside of you."

"We are on the lounge, my love," she replied, looking a little worried. "It isn't ideal for this."

"I will show you how, if you will allow me."

"Oh god, yes. If you know how we can make this space work, then please join with me, Stephen," she whispered heatedly, her own voice shaking with anticipation.

He removed his belts and moved just enough to push his pants down to his knees, before moving her legs to sit a little further on the lounge cushion. He would pride himself in the way her body seized temporarily at the sight of his erection later. He knew he was gifted; he had always been told by his partners that he was, and at some point, the fact he was nine inches probably went to his head. But right here and now, he simply was thankful this beautiful woman was allowing him to be inside of her, rather than taking pride in his own size. He gently took her hands and guided her to him, helping her straddle him and she made a noise of surprise and embarrassment, making him press a loving kiss over her heart.

"It is alright, my love, you are doing great," he told her in a loving, comforting tone.

"S-Stephen my legs can't hold up to this," she replied, holding onto his shoulders.

"They do not need to. Give me just a moment and you will see why."

He wrapped one arm lovingly around her waist, holding her close to him as he reached down with his other hand and took hold of himself, sighing at the relief in the feeling. He lined himself u with her, using a spell to lubricate himself before pressing the blunt head of his erection against her vaginal opening. He watched her face for any sighs of discomfort or pain, but when he was rewarded with a moan as he breeched her and her hugging his shoulders so she could bury her face in his neck, he allowed himself to let go of his worry. He made sure he was deep enough into her that they were anchored together, and he moaned her name as he felt his whole-body throb with the desire to thrust, but he restrained. He guided her now with both hands to rest all the way down on him and when she had, he used a spell to duplicate a outline of his arms and helped her wrap her legs around his waist. He was pleasantly shocked when the shift in position had caused him to hit her g-spot and her whole body shuddered against him.

"That it my beautiful one, ride me and use my body for your pleasure," he whispered hotly against her ear, his hands holding her as tightly as they would allow. "Let me see you come undone on my lap as you scream my name to the heavens."

He moved just enough that his legs were supporting her fulling and she screamed in wanton pleasure, the movement just enough to cause him to hit her g-spot. They began to move together, their moans of unbridled pleasure filling the silent room. Her moans echoed on his growls which were coupled with the slick, clap of their skin meeting as she rode him, and he rolled his hips back to meet hers. The growing pace and heat building between them caused a sheen of sweat to form on both of their bodies, the smell of the arousals growing stronger and driving him absolutely crazy. He bit and licked on her shoulder, making her scream his name and rake her nails down his back and he growled in pure bliss at the painful pleasure that racked through his body. He could feel himself getting close to his peak, the vice like grip her slick walls had on his erection and the feeling of her breasts pressed so firmly to his pectoral muscles drove him the best kind of insane he had been in years. He could feel her getting closer to her second climax as well, so he pulled away enough that their eyes met and her breathed her named in a heavy pant.

"I know you are close; I feel you molding to my shaft," he told her breathlessly, his bangs sticking to his forehead just as her curls stuck to her beautiful cheek bones. "Come hit that peak for me, my love, and climax with me. Let me see you come undone on my lap as you scream my name to the heavens."

She leaned in to kiss him without words, so he returned it despite his earlier actions, feeling her tightening even further around him. He moved one hand down between their bodies, feeling where they were joined, and her beautiful walls stretched so wide around him. He began to stroke her clitoris again, causing her to break away and scream his name, her body going as taunt as a bowstring as she hit her climax once more. He moaned for her, feeling her muscles grip him like a vice and he thrust against her once, twice-

"Oh fuck, Stephen!" she screamed as she arched her back and threw her head back, her nails digging into the skin on his shoulders.

"Oh, god!" he moaned as her pressed his forehead to her should, holding her hips firmly as he pulled her down as far as she could go, as close as she could be, and hit his peak inside of her.

He felt pulse after pulse of his semen spill inside of her as light danced behind his eyes and their panting echoed through the room, accompanied by the crackling of the fire and the rumbling outside the windows, which now began to calm down, as though their passion had quelled its anger. He moved his hand away and returned his arm around her to hold her close, feeling her rest her cheek against the top of his head as heir breathing leveled, though they didn't move just yet. When their breaths had finally returned to their strained lungs, he pulled back enough to look up at her and she moved too, so she could see his eyes. He felt her elegant fingers push his hair back into place which made his eyes threaten to fall shut, but he instead reached up with his clean hand to brush her curls from her face and smiled softly at her.

"I love you, my sweet moonflower," he spoke, soft and sincere before cupping his cheek. "My life is in you, and I promise I will do everything in my power to make you always feel cherished."

The woman smiled, lovingly as tears of joy filled her eyes and she leaned in, kissing the horizontal scar that ran across his forehead from where he said a third eye had once been. She then took his face in her hands and their eyes met once more.

"As I love you, Stephen, and I promise in turn, I will always be here to remind you that you are loved. I will never give up on you," she told him, the same love he always heard in her voice ever present.

After a couple of more minutes, he helped her to get up off of his lap and put his trousers back on, wrapping her in his robes and grabbed the hoodie from the floor. He looked at it for a moment, then to her and she saw the look of thought on his face.

"Where did you even find this old thing?" he finally inquired. He hadn't seen the damn thing in years, thinking it had fallen through a part of the void.

"I found it lying on the lounge when I came in, folded up neatly like it was meant to be found," she told him as she looked at it. "I just..knew it was yours somehow."

He looked back at it and couldn't help the slight smirk as he felt a warm breeze at his back before it disappeared just as quick. He took her hands and placed the clothing in them, kissing the top of her head afterwards.

"Keep wearing it for me. It looks much better on you than it ever did on me. Come now, let us go get a shower and retire for the night."

Hand in hand, they left the room and headed down the hall to the grand bathroom where they soaked together, sharing gentle touches and soft kisses to further cement their union had not been a dream to either of them. And when she lay down with him in bed, in his hoodie with head on his chest, he finally slept soundly.

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[darsynia]

Animate Objects Masterlist

Stephen Strange/OC, 'suspicion to lovers'

Amista Cairn is a pragmatic, hard worker whose job in emergency management has maybe dragged her a little too far from appreciating the fanciful things in life. Thanks to a well-earned promotion, she has enough time on her hands to walk the city during lunch, and that's how she runs into (literally) a tall, handsome man wearing a cape. Despite herself, she's intrigued.

Stephen Strange is settling into his new post as master of the New York Sanctum, and he's noticed quite a few people are hanging around the building lately. Is someone sending them or are New Yorkers just enjoying the spring thaw? Somehow the pretty loiterer he confronts is chosen by a Babylonian relic within minutes of stepping into the Sanctum. Is she a spy trained in the mystic arts?

Trust is hard enough to build from such disparate viewpoints, but it seems like their imprinted relics might know something that Amy and Stephen don't.

Status: Ongoing, posted in pieces

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(Day Eight: Covers their first meeting, relic imprint)

Part I

Part II

complete image found here.

(Diminished Seventh: initial training to first kiss)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Complete

art found here: duttaayon14008

Coming soon! (tbh this is on hiatus due to severe lack of interest)

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