Summary: You get caught using spells above your class and have to face the punishment. Established relationship with Stephen Strange. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, mentions of dead parents, unprotected sex, blowjob WC: 2k
You held your breath as you fought the urge to cry and scream after your pinky toe caught the corner of Stephen’s desk. His eyelids twitched in his sleep and you feared he would wake but he merely mumbled something incoherent before turning his head away. A small snore fell from his lips and it was then you noticed the spell book you were after was currently being used for a pillow.
You were in desperate need of the book but it was restricted to the Sorcerer Supreme and a handful of other senior spell masters, something you were not. Deciding the risk was worth the reward, you carefully lifted your boyfriend’s head up and slipped the book from its place, sliding a third edition spell refraction in its place. You slipped from the study silently as your toe ached painfully and sighed with relief as you made it back to your room unnoticed.
“Hand it over.” Your scream was silenced with a wave of his hand and you looked at the floor ashamed as Stephen stepped through the portal from his study and into your room. “You could hurt yourself performing spells beyond your control.”
“Why do you care?” You said as you gripped the book tighter. “You taught yourself.”
“I know.” He sighed, taking a step closer and closing the portal behind him. “But I didn’t care about my own safety.”
His scarred fingers trembled as he lifted them to your cheek and you leant into the soft touch.
“If I were any other student you wouldn’t stop them.” You murmured as you focused on his cape collar that was constantly curling up.
“But you aren’t any other student.” He sighed, pressing his lips to your forehead. “You are my everything.”
“Then help me, teach me how to commune with the spirits.” You begged as you gripped the collar of his cloak and pleaded with your eyes. “Please.”
“Nothing good comes from chasing ghosts.” He said, pulling away ruefully with a shake of his head. “Your parents wouldn’t want this, let them rest in peace.”
He struck his fingers out and the book was torn from your grasp to disappear into a portal that opened in the library. It closed before you could even try to counteract it and you turned your back on Stephen, storming your way across the room to your bed and throwing yourself down among the sheets. You felt the bedding dip under his weight and curled up away from him but he didn’t get the message.
“This is for your own good.”
“It doesn’t feel like it.” You sniffed. “I just want to say goodbye. I never got to say goodbye.”
“I know.” His body curled behind yours, his arm draping over your waist before his cloak covered you both against the cool air of the night. “You’ll be strong enough one day, just be patient.”
When you woke you found Stephen had already left and you forced yourself to ignore the pit in your stomach. There was no way you could possibly eat breakfast with the turmoil clenching your gut so you sat at your desk and opened the bottom drawer, your fingers dancing over the etched title. It wouldn’t take Stephen long to realise the book he had sent back to the library was just a basic grimoire if he checked so you flipped the pages open and located the spell you were after.
Taking a deep breath you imagined the veil between life and death, similar to the mirror dimension. Your movements flowed smoothly, the eldritch magic building and concentrating to your fingertips as golden light cast in a myriad of symbols. The air suddenly grew colder and the light above flickered before the bulb shattered, fear creeping in as you began to lose hold on the spell.
“You just couldn’t help yourself.” Stephen growled as he broke through your locked door and saw the pages open on your desk. “I told you that you weren’t ready.”
You couldn’t answer as it felt like death had a hold on your throat, squeezing the very air from your lungs as you tried to speak. “He…lp.”
Stephen’s eyes widened and he remembered where he had read to the night before, the warnings for those who cast the spell. He was not about to let your soul be the price for your mistake, no matter how angry he was. Unlocking the Time Stone from the necklace he wore, he rewound time to when you found the book and took it away so the future you had just lived dissolved out of existence.
“I’m sorry.” You whimpered as the air rushed back into your lungs with a deep shuddering breath.
“Forgive me if I don’t believe that.” He spat before departing as quickly as he arrived.
You fell to the chair behind your desk, feeling guilty for what had transpired and wishing you could make it right. After an hour of pondering you knew you needed to find Stephen and apologise properly so you raised your sling ring and imagined his study. Another portal was opening just as yours did and you looked at Stephen’s surprised face.
“I was just coming to find you.” You said, closing the needless portal as Stephen stepped through his. “I wanted to-”
“Before you say anything further.” Stephen interrupted coolly. “I want you to know that what you did was absolutely reckless and could have got you killed.”
Your head dropped and your heart hurt at the disappointment in his tone. “I know.”
“But, I can’t punish you for something I would have done if it were me. That doesn’t excuse you, I’m still upset that you lied to me. And, that you tricked me with a child’s ruse.” His lip twitched as he tried not to smile and he cleared his throat. “Meet me in the meditation chamber at noon. Oh, and bring the necklace your parents gave you, you’ll need it to anchor their spirits.”
Your jaw dropped and you threw yourself into his arms, his hands gripping your hips as he ducked his head down to meet your lips.
“Thank you.” You whispered between kisses that deepened with each passing second. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet, sweetheart. I’m only doing this because you are so stubborn you’ll probably try another stunt.” He sighed. “I just hope you don’t regret it.”
“I won’t.”
Your fingers trailed down his chest, reaching for the leather belt strapped around his waist before he caught your hands. “We don’t have time, I’ve been summoned to Kama-Taj.”
You smirked as you pulled your hands back, taking another attempt at undressing your lover as you looked at the chain hanging around his neck. “The way I see it, we have all the time in the world.”
Stephen stepped out of your reach as he opened the amulet and froze the world around you, the birds out your window suspended mid flight, even the flame of the candle no longer flickered. “The things I do for you.”
You bit your lip and stepped closer, dropping to your knees as you tore through his belt. “Let me show you how much I appreciate it.”
His head tipped back as you freed his cock and stroked his length, your tongue teasing over his tip. Stephen gripped your desk behind him as your tongue traced the veins along his shaft before you wrapped your lips around him and took him to the back of your throat.
“Christ, that feels perfect.” Stephen moaned as he pressed a hand to the back of your head and pulled you closer, setting the pace. “Tongue, tongue.”
You pushed your tongue out flat the way he liked and his hips bucked at the sensation, more moans filling the air before he pulled away panting. You smiled as you looked up under your lashes, enjoying how quickly you could bring him to the edge. You knew he wouldn’t want to finish in your mouth, not when he had the time to enjoy your pussy, so it was no surprise that he pulled you to your feet and marched you to your bed, your clothes falling to the floor along the way.
“On your knees.” He ordered as he shucked his cloak and shirt, the material joining his pants on the floor while his cloak hovered in the corner.
You did as you were told and knelt on all fours in the centre of the bed, his heated stare melting your core as he ran his palm over your ass. Your lips parted with a hiss as his hand came down hard and his palm spanked your asscheek, the burn quickly turning to a pleasurable warmth between your legs as he rubbed the smarting spot.
“That is for not listening to me.” He said before his fingers dipped between your slit and felt how wet you were. “This is because you scared me.”
His palm struck again, a wet slap against your dripping pussy lips that vibrated straight through your cunt and left your legs trembling. A cry of pleasure filled the room and your head dropped to the bedding as his fingers delved deep in your pussy and stretched you ready for him.
“Please, Stephen, I need more than your fingers.” You begged as you pushed your hips back against him but his digits couldn’t reach the depth you needed and his cock could hit.
He could be stubborn when he wanted but he was desperate for you as he knelt behind and ran his head through your folds. He thrust forward and speared his cock deep inside, knocking the air from your lungs as he hit your cervix and still tried to push deeper. Your fingers clutched at the bedding and your whimpers were muffled as you buried your face in them out of habit.
“Come here, love.” Stephen soothed as he pulled you upright, chest warming your back and his beard teasing your nape as he placed kisses across your skin. “No one can hear us now.”
His hands felt as if they were everywhere all at once, cradling your breasts, rolling your taut nipples between his fingers, snaking down your navel before reaching your clit. You finally stopped silencing your voice, his name filling the room as he worked you to the edge of bliss, trapped between his long, hard thrusts and quick, circling fingers.
“Harder, please, oh god, Stephen…” Your head fell back to his shoulder and he watched the pleasure on your face as your lips parted with a silent scream, your eyes screwed shut in ecstasy.
“Let go, love, you’re so fucking tight, holding back.” He growled low in your ear as your walls clamped down around his cock and he starved off his own release with gritted teeth. “I need to feel you come.”
The elastic band in your belly snapped as he grunted and slapped his hips hard against yours, your orgasm sending your pussy spasming around him and tipping him over the edge. Warmth flooded your core and the waves of pleasure dripped down your thighs, Stephen’s release quickly joining as he rode you through the aftershocks until you were both shaking with overstimulation.
“I love you.” He whispered in your ear as he eased out of your abused cunt. “Don’t disobey me again.”
You chuckled as you regained your breath, turning around so you could wrap your arms over his pale shoulders. “I love you too.”
His eyes narrowed as you didn’t address his order. “You’re going to disobey me aren’t you.”
“I mean, it was hardly a punishment to enforce good behaviour.” You teased. “Being bad seems to have its rewards.”
His lips twitched before he gave up trying to hide his smile and he pulled you closer for a rough kiss that left a beard burn around your lips. “Get dressed, your next punishment will have to wait until later.”
Your pussy throbbed at the thought and a soft moan fell from your lips. “Promise?”
His pupils dilated as he watched your body react so easily to him and he fought the urge to keep time suspended for even longer. “Trust me.”
Summary: Stephen colours you in the deepest shades of desire.
Warning: Fluff, Smut
Word Count: 1.6k
a/n:. Requests are open.
Calmly, the rain tapped against the windows of the apartment. Vibrant light poured into the flat and kissed the features. His hands vanished under your hoodie. Lights flickered. The responsibilities were forgotten; the books were closed and the only sign that you were once sitting at the table was the monitor lighting up a part of the living room.
Stephen guided you away from the table, ignoring the slowly dying protests. The words full of responsibility no longer escaped, muffled by his soft lips. You lost yourself in the depths of his intense gaze, struggling for breath, searching for support even though you knew Stephen would never let you fall to the floor.
The long coat once resting on his shoulders slid to the ground, followed by the shoes and the suit jacket in dark tones. The minute Stephen stepped into the flat, he knew at once you still hadn’t left your spot at the table. You had rejected his offer to watch a movie, aware you had to finish the project, but the second his lips tenderly caressed your neck, the burden faded from your mind. His heavy breath collided with your flesh, conjuring goosebumps over your skin, sliding down your body in the shape of waves, unstoppable by any dam of the world.
You returned his gaze as the darkness disappeared. You saw him clearly, the man who towered high above you, the man your heart was longing for. Desire and hunger were in his gaze. His hands melted into your skin and your body turned to liquid gold and all the sorrow, all the pain, departed and dared not return. Unintelligibility came over his lips. His voice was unusually rough and when you closed your eyes and listened to the voice, you were sure it could not be Stephen speaking to you, but a stranger. Stephen’s masculine smell clouded your senses.
Without noticing, Stephen guided you through the flat. His gaze was sharp and walked towards the closed door leading into the bedroom. Stephen’s fingers clawed harder into your skin as his lips caressed your shoulder, wandering up the side of your neck. An indignant sound wanted to escape you, felt his hand, the warmth disappeared but before a complaint could reach his ears, you heard the sound of an opening door and immediately you understood what had happened.
“I love you.” Stephen breathed out of breath between the feather-light kisses he placed on the way up your neck, leaving a wet path behind.
The kisses began to tingle and suddenly he elicited a soft giggle from you, but it was quickly swallowed by an unstoppable moan as he caressed the sweet spot of your neck with his lips.
You whispered his name as if you were praying to a deity. You felt a widening grin forming on his lips, had closed your eyes in pleasure. Deeper, Stephen led you into the shared bedroom, knowing the way by heart, not wasting a moment with closing the door, passing the wardrobe and heading straight for the made bed, almost tripping but catching himself quickly, not falling over the small pile of clothing by his side of the bed.
The last pieces of clothing slid to the floor and his long fingers played with the hem of your shorts. A cold shiver danced down your spine as the cold wind kissed your skin but the warmth his body radiated banished the bumps.
The bed creaked softly and the mattress gave way under your weight. The fingers of his right hand traced the contours of your face and brushed the loose strand of hair away, behind your ear.
Stephen breathed a kiss full of passion on your lips and saw the marks appearing on the side of your neck. Your trembling fingers clutched the buttons of his shirt, undoing one button after the other, feeling his eyes burn into your flesh and wandering down your body. His muscles tensed. Your name escaped him over and over again. It was a serenade, an unforgettable melody of love and adoration. Accidently you rolled your hips against him and a growl, thunder and lightning escaped his throat. The kiss was soft, delicate, breath-taking, unforgettable.
Air no longer filled your lungs. Soft moans filled the room as his clothed manhood grew under your accidental touch. Your cheeks were heated. Stephen’s hands roamed your body, his fingers hid under the warm material, lifted the hoodie and tossed it away into the far corner of the room. Stephen didn’t bother with questions, knew exactly what you desired, your deepest wishes, saw the longing in the look in your eyes.
Your mind was clouded yet you saw sharply, his face, the serene smile spreading on his features, kissed by the light of the moon pouring through the wide and narrow windows flanked by curtains. His chest was moving unevenly and his breathing was hoarse. The button-down was gone, followed by his trousers matching the rest of the suit. Why Stephen had left the flat you no longer could remember, but you knew it was important. His fingers coloured your body in the shades of love.
Coldness journeyed down your spine and his keen eyes witnessed the unconcealable unevenness on your skin. A low scream echoed across the room. You closed your eyes as you felt his tongue softly licking your right nipple after he placed a kiss full of passion on your flesh. His fingers played with the neglected nipple, took it between thumb and index finger and saw how you turned to liquid gold under his touch. Again and again, his tongue flickered over the unevenness and suddenly the warmth vanished and returned. Your fingers clawed in the depths of his hair, trying to force him to rise, to kiss you, to spread warmth and love but he didn’t listen to your pleading voice and continued to leave a trail of wet kisses on your body as he travelled further down.
His hands followed his lips, touched your lovely body and stopped at the sides of your underwear. Featherlight kisses his lips placed on your skin. Searching for friction, you rolled your hips, but your skin didn’t collide with your lover. Stephen’s hands pressed you into the mattress, forbidding you to dare to move again.
He pumped the shaft of his manhood, spreading wetness and delight. Your gaze moved up and down, unable to keep your eyes from darting down to the middle of his body, and you gulped noticeably. Gently he grabs you by your hips, his thumbs caress your sides as he pushes you closer to him and then suddenly his grip tightens. A soft plea escaped your lips, but your lover didn’t answer. His breath collided with your core. He placed a featherlight kiss over your panties and his fingers remove the dark underwear in one swift motion. Stephen spread you open with his thumbs, brushes over your entrance with a widening grin.
“See how wet you are, my darling,” said Stephen teasingly.
In the barely prevailing light, Stephen presented what he had done to you, knowing he hadn’t properly touched you yet. Grateful for the darkness you lower your gaze, you were nevertheless sure he had certainly seen the expression in your eyes. A translucent circle formed beneath you. You moan, unable to hold it back any longer as he carefully pushes his finger into your depths. His fingers disappeared and came back into the light, was slow and careful, ignoring the words crossing your mind, letting his thumb circle in slower getting circles over your clit. He flicked your clit with his tongue and you moaned in delight, and he smirked as he saw the effect, he had on you. He pulls your hips against him, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to his broad chest.
Stephen whispered your name in a moan as you rolled your hips. Suddenly the warmth faded away and a low scream muffled by your lips dared to escape as he pushes into your wet core, had rubbed the head into your entrance. Small whining whimpers leave your mouth as you arch your back. He rolls his hips, stretches you, hitting your tender spot over and over again. Praising words slipped after curses and words full of adoration. The sound of skin slapping and creaking of the bed roared and echoed in the apartment. Mist was rising and clouds clouded your mind. Rolling your eyes back a soft prayer resounded.
“I’m going to cum.” you whisper, no longer able to hold back.
The words didn’t need to escape your throat, Stephen felt it, felt how your walls tightened around his manhood. He was breathing heavily and suddenly the world was still, deep in slumber. A wave of ecstasy washed over you, but your lover didn’t stop, continued at a sloppy pace to vanish in your depths till the wave captured him entirely.
Summary: After Stephen saves the world he arrives after months of departure and faces his pregnant fiancé.
Warning: fluff, Angst
Word Count: 1.5k
Requests are Open
Lovingly, her fingers stroked the curve of her belly and stared into the far distance of the city, watching the tears of the dense clouds dancing across the windows of the flat she shared with her husband.
The stiff wind knocked on the high windows. Exhausted, Y/N leaned her head against the cold glass and exhaled loudly as the pleasant cold banished the uncomfortable warmth from her body. A weak smile adorned her face. Y/N had imagined it differently. Every sunrise the young woman hoped the door to the apartment would open and she would find herself in his arms again, but slowly Y/N understood she would never find a moment of peace in his firm embrace again, never be able to let him know how much she loves him.
Firmly, Y/N clawed her fingers into the fluffy blanket, imagining she was in Stephen’s arms. Her forehead left a spot on the window. She turned and let her gaze wander around the living room and a faint smile graced her lips as her eyes fell on the only picture in the flat hanging on the other side of the wall in beige tones.
She wished she could dimly remember the day the picture was taken but the moment was unforgettable and the ring on her finger reminded her every day of how she had answered the question of all questions.
Y/N was unable to see his belongings anymore, it pained her too greatly and made it nearly impossible to enter the various rooms of the home. She had put all his belongings in a box after Stephen had not arrived after six months and the rumours came to light that he was maybe no longer among the living.
More and more lights went out as the clock ticked. The mobile phone in the depths of her pocket was on silent, knowing exactly what would happen if she took the calls of her friends. She didn’t desire to hear the reassuring words, telling her Stephen would soon come, but with each passing hour, Y/N doubted more and more that she would ever see him again. The fear gnawing at her soul disappeared. The smile on her lips spread and the darkness threatening to cover her as a veil faded away. Laughing, Y/N stroked over the ever-growing belly.
“Hey little one, you’re so small, yet you have so much strength. You are going to be such a strong girl.” Y/N breathed in a loving tone, forgetting fear and anger rising in her heart.
Tears took away her vision.
"I’m sorry, my little sunshine. I love you dearly. I wish I could offer you something my mother couldn’t, but I see I can’t give you a father to be by your side, either. But hey, look at me, I’m relatively normal and I was raised without a dad. And you will have great uncles and aunts who have promised to help us. Uncle Peter, for example, hung outside the window and wouldn’t stop knocking on the glass until I let him in.” Y/N added, laughing after a few moments of silence.
Grinning, Y/N remembered the boy who came over every day to not to leave her on her own, even if she didn’t want anyone by her side, wanted to grief alone. Yet Y/N couldn’t chase the boy away and the bag in the guest room was a daily reminder that Peter had nearly moved in.
There was an uncomfortable chill reigning in the flat, but Y/N didn’t mind, looking off into the distance and back down at the barely trafficked street. The lights were no longer blinding. He hadn’t opened the door, and the portal vanished soundlessly. A strange, indescribable feeling spread through his heart and the uncommon dressed man took a step into the lovingly furnished living room. Stephen feared the worst, but as soon as his eyes witnessed the woman, his heart was longing for looking out of the window the heavy burden dropped from his heart, realising nothing had happened to her.
The dark hair was dishevelled, not lying neatly on his head. A few grey strands, mirroring the tone of a spider’s web as morning dew danced down the fine threads, broke through the darkness. No blood dripped from his healed wounds. Scars and scratches adorned his body, but none of them ached as much his heart yearning for a loving touch. Guilt dripped from his lips, knowing he had made a horrible mistake, but he was unable to take back what he had done.
Y/N had not noticed the man who made no sound, who was looking at the calendar hanging on the wall near him. He wanted to destroy the space between them to hold her tightly in his arms but he couldn’t take his eyes off the numbers framed by a red circle. His eyes widened and he felt his heart tighten. Names and times were written in curved letters under the various dates, had heard the names at least once in his life. Questions blazed in his eyes and suddenly he turned, unable to remain silent.
“Y/N/N?” breathed a voice.
She was no longer breathing. Her hands rested on her stomach in a protective gesture, fearing, but then she recognised the eyes settling on her, piercing like a sharp dagger through the dimness of the apartment.
The shadow moved swiftly across his face. Y/N couldn’t believe her eyes, was sure she was dreaming, thought she had fallen asleep on the sofa, but then she felt the hot tears streaming in great rivers down her cheeks and was sure she wasn’t asleep. Shocked, the tall man let his eyes wander over his fiancée’s body, immediately seeing what not even the blanket resting on her shoulders could hide. All the hatred, pent-up anger and grief she had been storing up for the last few months disappeared, were carried away by the warm breeze, by his unmistakable smell.
“You’ve been gone for a long time,” Y/N breathed, still unable to believe her eyes.
He witnessed the ring gracing her hand sparkling in the faint light like a lone star. The question laying on his tongue did not cross his lip, knew it did not need to escape, knew the answer.
“I can explain everything, my love. Please forgive me. I couldn’t leave them, they needed me, the world needed me, but I know you need me too, I can see it clearly.” he said in a broken voice.
Hatred and anger no longer rooted in her heart.
“You couldn’t have known Stephen. I found out two weeks later, I felt very sick and made an appointment. No one knew where you were and I realised after a while that there was no point in searching for you. I tried to find you.” Y/N answered weakly but loud enough to know Stephen could hear her loud and clearly.
Cautiously Stephen took one step at a time, leading the way. His arms wrapped gently around her body, pressed her tightly to his chest and smiled, forgetting the pain of his wounds as he felt a hand collide with his torso, appearing to reach for him.
“May I?” he whispered weakly in a quivering voice.
Tears blocked his vision but Y/N could not see them as they dared to cross the borders and travelled in narrow streams down his features.
“Of course, my love, you don’t have to ask me, it’s our child. A part of you. I’ve told her about you every day. You don’t have to fear, I told her only nice things about you.”, "Her?” he probed, wanting to be sure he had heard correctly.
Y/N nodded.
“A little girl, I haven’t decided on a name yet, I was hoping we could choose a name together but I’ve already decorated the nursery. Peter helped me a lot, he more than less moved in and refused to leave me alone and I am glad he stayed. He brings me the groceries and I have even sent him at the stroke of midnight to get me some ice cream.” Y/N told.
Her eyes glistened.
“Would you like to see the nursery? I hope you like it and you don’t need to worry, I didn’t throw your things away, they are in a box. I’m sorry but I couldn’t see them anymore but I kept the engagement ring and pictures.” Y/N breathed.
Knowingly, Stephen nodded, understanding his soon to be wife completely. Tender words slipped. Gently, his hands stroked down her back, caressed her skin and he felt the cloak disappear from his shoulders and slowly fly to her and settle on Y/N’s shoulders. Lovingly, his lips settled on hers and then he kissed the tears away before they could move further down her face kissed by the faint light of the waning moon.
Summary: Stephen and his girlfriend dance through the night.
Word Count: 1.3k
a/n:Requests are open!!!
The sky was full of stars. The light of the chandelier shone down on the dancing couples who moved to the beat of the delicate tones, mirroring a sunset by the sea, where the sun kissed the end of the world and wrapped the world in a reddish veil.
The hall was lavishly decorated, resembling a castle from ancient, almost forgotten times of king and queens, of high-born ladies and princes. Peals of laughter echoed and merged with the sounds played by the musicians standing on the tribune in dark suits and dresses. Important looking men wandered in the rows of people filling the hall with the wide windows wrapped in white material as soft as clouds.
In the sea of suits, Stephen stood out, was a rock piercing through raging oceans. The suit suited him well and at first glance, Y/N did not recognise her boyfriend standing in the chandelier’s light. Piercing eyes rested on Y/N, escaping the shadows. Her heart was beating fast, nearly racing, and her palms resembled a wet surface as a murmur of voices rose and fell. The flowing material of the dress enveloped her body. The fabric, wide and flat, was adorned with glittering stones, little stars, stolen from the firmament. It shone like silver, like spider webs reflecting the rays of the rising sun in the early hours of the day. Her hair framed her soft features, adorned with a loving smile. The smile on her lips grew widened and her teeth emerged. The necklace Stephen had given his girlfriend for their first anniversary rested on her skin high above the neckline of the long dress flowing in waves down her body. Stephen’s lips were no longer touching, gaped open. Y/N thought he was whispering her name, not entirely sure, but when their eyes met, she was convinced he was calling her by name, calling her to him, to his heart, inviting her to lean her ear against his chest and dance in his arms.
Incessantly, her heart was beating faster, ignoring the stares settling on her. She could hear the people asking questions, but she didn’t answer. Y/N brought the staircase behind her, covered by a red carpet and illuminated by the rays of the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Her eyes shone in vibrant hues.
Y/N didn’t want to come, had hundreds of excuses, from that she had to study, that books demanded her full attention, to that her best friend was suffering from heartbreak, that her pet couldn’t stay home alone, but still she had come, unable to forget the invitation of her boyfriend to be his plus one to the party.
Joy filled her, grateful she had changed her mind and accepted the invitation. Y/N took one step after another, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks, but then a wave arose from deep slumber and the last traces of fear disappeared from her heart and mind.
Stephen could not believe his eyes, was convinced Y/N would not come, and was sure he was seeing an illusion slowly approaching him. The illusion was perfect: the tone of the hair, the sparkling eyes, and the curves of her well-shaped body.
“Surprise.” a voice breathed and Stephen knew it was not an illusion, but his girlfriend.
The voice, almost shy, was music to his ears and Stephen moved closer to the woman who had come to a halt a few steps away from him.
“I was sure.”, “That I wouldn’t come?” Y/N completed the sentence Strange had started.
Weakly, the man laughed and lost himself in her eyes.
“Exactly.”, “And I’ll be honest, I wasn’t going to come, these parties aren’t my cup of tea but then I imagined spending this night with you, but I saw you talking to important-looking people, you’re welcome to join them, I don’t want to intrude.” Y/N breathed.
Again, Stephen laughed, having forgotten the men in almost identical looking suits he had left the moment he witnessed his girlfriend coming down the stairs.
“No, I can take care of those things another day. I’ve seen a few futures but you’ve only arrived in one.”, “Stop it, you’re just saying that.” Y/N joked, feeling the last spark of fear being carried away from her body.
“I’m glad you came and I’m even happier that you’re wearing the necklace.”, “The necklace is beautiful.” Y/N answered.
“You’ve already thanked me too often. You mustn’t thank me again, my beloved. You’re my girlfriend and you deserve the most beautiful gifts.” he answered.
Stephen finished the sentence, knowing exactly what Y/N wanted to say, feeling it in every fibre of his body, yearning for her closeness.
The music resounded again, and more people found the strength to rise. Laughing and chatting, couples danced. Other men, seated in the far corner by the bar, found themselves in the depths of the glass, trying to forget the darkest days for a moment, even if only a brief one.
“Still, I am not used to receiving such gifts and you make me feel guilty. I could not give you such a gift.” Y/N spoke and let her hand, the tips of her fingers, rest on the necklace Stephen had given her.
“I don’t want to get any gifts, you’ve already given me the gift of being my girlfriend, spending your precious time with me.”, “Did you know I was going to be your girlfriend?” Y/N breathed, unsure if she wanted to know the answer.
His gaze was speaking volumes, and no darkness wandered across his face.
“No, I saw you and fell in love with you at first sight. I don’t have to search for answers. I know them, all of them. One day you are going to be my wife and together we will live in a house and the rest is written in the stars.” Stephen replied and Y/N nodded.
Tears veiled her gaze, but none fell, danced down her cheeks. The words struck her heart and summoned tears of joy. The surrounding people did not notice her, did not hear the heart-warming words escaping, seeing only the love in the eyes of the lovers, seeing the love was long-lasting.
“May I have this dance?”, “Just this one? I know I’m not the best dancer and the last time I danced was probably years ago, but if you lead me right, I’m sure I won’t step on your shoes so often.” Y/N breathed jokingly.
Mischievously, Stephen grinned, clad in the dark suit, his eyes speaking volumes, but Y/N expected an answer.
“Not just this dance, I reserve all future dances,” Stephen clarified.
He reached for her hand, clasping her fingers tenderly, almost as if he feared he would crush her hand. Bringing his hand to his face, directly to his lips, he felt Y/N’s eyes widen and breathed a loving kiss on the back of her hand.
“And I can buy new shoes. I really don’t mind. You can step on my shoes as much as you want for all I care.” added Stephen after kissing each of her fingers.
From her hand, Stephen let go. Lovingly, Stephen let his hand rest on her shoulder, bringing Y/N closer to his body, feeling his heart collide with his chest, longing for closeness. Fingers entwined like tendrils of flowers. The world faded away. Voices merged and drowned in the delicate tones of flutes and the piano, telling people to rise from the chair and dance.
Summary:You attend Christine’s wedding with Stephen by your side, only for your suspicions to be confirmed about the ex-couple. Of course, it leads to a not-so-nice argument between you two.
Genre:MAJOR angst, Arguments, Stephen being a slight asshole?
Warning:Slight cursing, NO spoilers from Multiverse of Madness, besides Christine’s wedding
A/N: Good morning loves! It has been a very long time since I’ve written anything on Tumblr, but I was feeling extra creative from all the Stephen Strange fanfiction I had been reading over the past week. There’s not many out there, which is pretty disappointing, so I thought I’d give him a shot. I hope people really enjoy this one,and asks for a sequel, because I’ve been brainstorming one already.
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You knew it was a bad idea to go to that fucking wedding.
You fucking knew it and you did it anyway, just to be a good and decent girlfriend.
But you instantly regretted it when you stepped foot into the expensive venue in one of New York’s many skyscrapers. Especially when your boyfriend couldn’t keep his damn eyes off the bride.
The taxi came to a quick halt in front of the doors of the Sanctum Sanctorum, the driver internally anxious from the high-rising tension that surrounded both Stephen and I, no doubt. Not bothering to say any sort of thanks, I quickly opened the door and slipped out of the vehicle, my heels clicking against the pavement.
“So what? You’re going to give me the silent treatment all day, is that it?- Thank you sir.” Stephen asked sternly, slamming the car door, not before he kneeled down to wave at the man with a forced smile.
You continued to stay silent, yanking roughly on the door handle and letting yourself into the open foyer.
“Y/N, I’m speaking to you.” He tried again, but to no avail, seeing that you continued walking, pausing only to take your heels off. Before you could reach the grand stairwell that was in the middle of the large room, Wong entered suddenly from one of his portals, a bowl of cereal in his hands.
A surprised look was in his eyes at the sight of the both of us. “You guys are back from Christine’s wedding already? It couldn’t have been that quick.”
You huffed angrily at the mention of her name, ignoring the Sorcerer Supreme entirely, and hastily ran up the stairs.
“Not helping, Wong.” Stephen mumbled under his breath, finally having an idea of why you were so angry.
What he didn’t get was that it had been years since him and Christine had been together. Sure, it took some time for him to get over the woman and it was only right to attend her wedding since they had been colleagues for so long.
But his life completely changed for the better when he arrived at the Kamar-Taj to seek help for his injured hands and met you in the process.
He despised the real and brutal arguments he rarely shared with you. He much preferred the playful ones.
But based on the way you were currently stalking towards your shared bedroom and yanking away from his attempted grasps, this one was going to hurt.
Once you reached the door, you tried to slam it behind you, but it bumped hard against the doctor’s shoulders, frustrating him. “You do realize you’re behaving like a child, correct?“
"Oh, I’m a child now?” You snatched the fancy clip out of your hair, letting it fall on your shoulders, whipping around to face him.
“Yes, you’re acting like a brat."
You swallowed hard, praying that you remained strong enough to not let the tears fall.
"Are you still in love with her?"
The grown man took a few seconds to stare at you hard, before he let out a harsh laugh, shaking his head. "This again?"
That’s when you just surrendered to the anger that was brewing deep inside of you, hot tears rolling down your face as you went to the closet, tossing the fancy shoes inside. "You’re a fucking asshole, you know that? You obviously think I’m too stupid to notice you were staring at her during the damn ceremony."
Stephen unbuttoned his tuxedo jacket. "It was a wedding ceremony, aren’t you supposed to be looking at the bride when she first enters?"
"Not when the bride is your ex-girlfriend, Stephen."
"Then what the hell did you want me to do, Y/N?” He raised his voice at you, despite you moving across the room, occupied with getting ready for a hot shower. "Deny the damn wedding invitation?"
You walked toward the dresser, snatching some comfortable clothes out, glancing at him with clouded vision. "You know that’s not what I meant."
"Then what do you mean, huh? Because this bullshit always seems to turn on me-"
You slammed the drawer loudly, interrupting him. "I asked you a simple question, Stephen. That you deliberately chose not to answer."
A hard look covered his handsome face at your words. "I am not in love with her."
But it was too late, you didn’t want to hear that shit. He had a perfectly open opportunity to answer truthfully and instead laughed in your face about it. You saw the way he looked at her and you knew that look all too well. You’d imagine that’s exactly how you looked at him.
With so much love and adoration.
It almost made you sick to your stomach.
You felt yourself cry harder, looking away from him. "You do love her, and you can lie to all of these other people, Stephen, but you can’t lie to me."
"Don’t go turning this on me.” His voice was dangerously low and filled with irritation. “This is about you. This is about you and those damn insecurities of yours! That nagging fear of a man leaving you for another, causing you to self- sabotage whatever the hell that comes your way."
The painful insult that fell from the tip of his tongue seemed to echo in the completely silent room, which he had instantly regretted.
He hadn’t meant to say it.
He had the habit of being a complete and arrogant asshole from time to time and the increasing frustration didn’t help in the slightest.
Your breath was hitched, as you stared at particularly nothing, the tight grip on the clothes loosening. You had, had enough. You didn’t deserve to be someone’s second choice. And you damn sure didn’t deserved to be hurt like that either.
"Y/N… shit- I didn’t mean to-” Stephen breathed, desperation in the edge of his tone.
You slowly turned around with no specific expression, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.
“You’re right, Stephen. And since my insecurities are so much for you to handle, then I’m not sure why I’m here at all.”
You both stood there for a moment, before he tried to move closer to you, grabbing your hands, but you pulled away from him, shaking your head.
"Forgive me….” He whispered, but you straightened the straps of your dress, grabbed your keys and bumped your body against his, headed for the door.
He found himself standing alone in the quiet room, his hand covering his face. “Goddammit."
What the fuck did he do?
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It had approximately been almost seven days since he last saw you.
And he’s never been so messed up in his entire life.
Since you had made the decision to leave after the argument without so much as a goodbye or even grabbing an overnight bag on the way out, he had spent the days either distracting his mind with the large collection of books in the library or keeping a watchful eye if there were any known threats to Earth and its residents.
It kept him busy enough throughout his days.
The nights were what was hell for him.
He had become so accustomed to having your warm body against his, once darkness fell over the sky, the moonlight peeking through the silk curtains, streaming along the hardwood floors of your bedroom. But his sleepless nights were cold with your side of the bed empty; his body tossing and turning from the lack of your touch or your soft exhales sounding near his ear.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
Every morning, the doctor was met with the sight of himself in the bathroom mirror, entire body sluggish and aching in pain with dark circles surrounding his blue eyes.
He missed you. He craved you…. your touch, your scent, your laughter.
But he also was afraid that he had lost you forever. And that nothing he did or said was going to get you to come back to him at all.
He knew Wong couldn’t help but hear the argument from downstairs that day, the man was far from being an idiot to not know what had transpired.
And he was very, very tempted to ask him to search for where you were staying.
But, surprisingly enough, one morning, Wong beat him to it.
Stephen was dressed in his soft robes, resting uncomfortably in an armchair in the library, beginning the third book from the stack of unread ones that he was working on. Wong had entered the room as he normally did, biting roughly into an apple, with a piece of paper in his other hand. Stephen ignored him entirely until the man stood in front of him, slipping the paper on top of the page that he was reading from.
“What is this?” He answered monotone, staring irritably towards him.
Wong took a moment to chew whatever that remained in his mouth. “The hotel that Y/N is staying at. Fix it.”
A hard lump seemed to had formed inside Stephen’s throat instantly, as he stared silently at what was in front of him. Wong had found a map of the street that they currently stayed on, drawing a red circle over a hotel that was only a few blocks away from the Sanctum.
You were so close… and yet, you were the furthest that you’ve ever been away from him.
Fuck.
It was hard for him to swallow as he stood to his feet, escaping down the long hallway and into your bedroom. Setting the paper down on his desk, he sat down, covering his face with anxiousness.
He needed to call you.
You were more than likely to shut the door in his face if he had showed up to your room and who knows what you would have done if he had just portaled himself inside instead.
Letting out a shaky breath, he grabbed his phone, opening it with his passcode. His thumb hovered over your name for a long while, his mind racing like the speed of sound itself.
What if you hated him? And could never bring yourself to forgive him for what he said?
He wasn’t sure when it began, but his hands… his hands that were covered in scars from past treatments and surgeries… were trembling… just as they did when he first left the hospital, years ago. His finger shook as he tapped on your name and waited for you to reject the call almost immediately after the first ring.
But two rings sounded…. and then three… and then your beautiful voice penetrated his ear from the prerecording of your voicemail, almost knocking the breath away from his lungs.
It had only been a week and… your voice…..
Tears collected at the edges of his eyes, as the beep rang in his ear, persuading him to speak up. But all he could do was stare silently at his shaking hands, his breaths having emotional chokes in between them.
He needed to pull himself together.
Inhaling heavily, Stephen swallowed hard again, a single tear falling from eye. “I know that you don’t want to hear from me right now sweetheart.”
He paused, clenching his hand and closing his eyes.
“I know that I can be a fuck-up. I know that, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I took that frustration out on you that you did not deserve. But you have to know… when I look at Christine, it’s not… it’s not because I’m in love with her. I can be one hundred percent all into you and this relationship, I can. But I’m scared. I’m terrified, really.” He explained, wiping the tears that were now streaming down his covered jaw. “That I’ll fail you just like I did her. And I can’t- I can’t fail you. I’m not strong enough… to deal with that type of pain… that guilt. Not with you.”
His voice trembled as he spoke the last line, the man taking a moment to recollect his thoughts.
“Come home, Y/N. Please. Just come home.”
oh lord how much i love this angst with hope in the end
If you’ve followed me since Multiverse of Madness hit the big screen, then you’ll know I’ve developed quite a passion for the Stephen Strange Variants. Defender Strange is my favorite, and he’s lodged himself in my noggin, demanding to be fic’d. I finally came up with a concept, and I have no idea if I’ll continue, but please indulge my little flight of fancy—won’t you?
summary: You had a hard day of training, honing your fighting skills, as you have finally been placed on permanent rotation to assist the Sorcerer Supreme himself, in his constant battles to keep Earth and our Universe safe from merciless Evil. You admire Stephen Strange, and set him as a high example of the sort of Sorcerer you hope to someday become—while you heart harbors a secret, unfulfillable crush. This evening, you’ve proceeded to the sauna, to help you relax and work out the knots and muscle strain from the training session you subjected your self to. You are gobsmacked to find yourself in the company of Strange himself, seeking the same sort of relief.
rating: general audience (except for one naughty word)
word count:2.5k
A long, intense session of hand-to-hand combat training had pushed you nearly to your physical limit, but evening brought the chance for some much-needed relief. You had headed directly to the red cedar sauna at the far end of the compound, knowing that the heat and steam would be the best balm for the muscle strain and exhaustion that seemed to infuse every cell of you body. Grateful to find you had the place to yourself, you doused the coals—enchanted to burn continuously with no need for replacement—with water enough to swiftly fill the narrow room with a cloud of steam, and then took a seat on one of the lower benches that lined the walls.
You bowed your head, kneading the back of your neck a bit, while ruminating on the trials that lay before you, as you were nearing the tests that would at last determine if you were finally qualified to earn the rank of Master. You felt confident and well-prepared—and surprisingly happy in the vocation that you had stumbled upon in the wake of the sudden loss of the future you had planned with your late fiancé. Though your heart would forever mourn him and the hopes that you had shared, it now seemed to you that Fate itself had guided your course to Kamar-Taj for the healing of your forlorn soul and the repurposing of your life.
Your training in the Mystic Arts had gifted you with heightened awareness and keener senses. A whisper of cool air prickled across your skin, telling you the curtain separating the sauna room from the antechamber had been silently pushed aside. The slight creak of the floorboards confirmed that someone had joined you. You felt a powerful yet restrained presence loom over you—and looked up to meet the unwavering gaze of the man upon whom you heart now secretly rested. Stephen Strange.
Stephen Strange, bare-chested, and scantily clad as was appropriate for the setting. The strong breadth of his shoulders—always obvious, even beneath the several layers of his usual tunic and robes—took your breath away. You could hear you pulse pound in your brain, from a mix of surprise and unquenchable desire.
genre: friendship, pining, angst, hurt/comfort (if you squint)
rating: general audience
word count: 1.7k
You had been happily surprised at how swiftly the Sorcerer Supreme had drawn you into his life. Barely three weeks ago, a chance meeting in the compound sauna, moments of soft vulnerability shared there, the beginning of an unexpected friendship. Why me, you had often wondered since that evening. You were nothing special among the ranks of those who dwelled in Kamar-Taj, yet somehow Stephen Strange found your company pleasant enough, your conversations interesting enough, to ask for more.
That evening had led to regular evening tea and conversations—on an astonishingly wide range of topics—on those nights when he wasn’t ranging far across the globe or multiple dimensions, fulfilling his duties as humanity’s staunchest, most dutiful, defender. All too soon you began to miss him when he was away. And worry for his safety. Not that you could speak of such feelings to him. The balance between you was strictly platonic, and mentor to student—transforming the crush you had harbored for months and months into a bittersweet secret you needed to guard more religiously than any secret of your life.
➳a/n: this is for the friends with benefits (sfw) starters. if you want to see me write any of these, drop them in my ask :) there are probably typos, so bear with me.
**i need a tall glass of Stephenwater**
➳pairing: Stephen Strange x Female!Reader
➳summary: It happened in a whirlwind. One minute, you two were talking. The next? He was ripping your clothes off.
➳warnings: smut; oral f!receiving, fingering, unprotected sex [wrap it before y'all tap it]
➳FWB SFW starters: “wasn’t really under the impression you thought of me that way”-> requested by: @/justwanted2dance
The clothes were being ripped off at supersonic speed. Stephen’s hands caressed your exposed flesh as he lowered your back to the bed. The kisses were passionate and fervent, laced with an underlying emotion of desperate want and desire. His hair was silk in between your fingertips as his mouth hovered over your neck, leaving fresh marks of purple and blue to mark your pretty skin.
What started as an argument, one that neither of you could even remember the purpose for, turned into this.You had tempted the man, pushing his buttons. Stephen wouldn’t deny the intense attraction he felt for you. You were gorgeous. You made him so sexually frustrated, he could hardly keep his dirty thoughts at bay when he saw your hips swinging.
