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Jealous Much?

Summary: You attend a Christmas Party hosted by Tony Stark. However, some hard feelings get expressed by Stephen Strange. He reveals his jealous side, and claims you as his own.

Pairings: Alpha Stephen Strange x Omega Reader

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: Jealousy, harsh words, smut.

Masterlist

The Sanctorum was dimly lit and warm. Comparatively, outside was dark and gloomy, with flurries of white specks wildly whipping around the streets of New York. Every day since you had arrived, it was nonstop learning from ancient texts and books- eager to hone your own magical skills and relations with the Sorcerer Supreme. Of course, as much as you could. The world was a bit… harsh for your conditions as an Omega. It was a miracle that you moved up in the world to work as an Avenger; it was another to get involved as a form of working ambassador to the sorcery world. Yet, you fought hard to get this successful in life. There was nothing that could really stop you now.

Your nose scrunched up, frowning as you stared out the circular window at the top of the grand, oaken staircase. It was beautiful, deep brown, clean and free of dust. Shelves rattled at a distant rumble, allowing your head to focus solely on the outside. Your scent- a mixture of peppermint and chocolate radiated off of you in anxious waves. Tonight was supposed to be the night that Tony hosted a Christmas Party. Wong and Stephen had already left, allowing you to finish your studies and tidy up. Yet, you had no desire to go to the tower. A frown tugged your lips further, the sound of an old grandfather clock chimed out, indicating it was 8:00 p.m.

You promised you would go. You did tell Wanda and Natasha that you would. However, you didn’t want to. Why? Was it because you actually had to intermingle and talk to the Sorcerer other than work? Your cheeks flushed at the thought, head shaking rapidly as you stood further upright. Sure, you had a crush on him, but he seemed to have no interest in you other than being colleagues. A buzz came from your left buttcheek, alerting you that your phone was going off. You moved your sweater, pulling out your iphone from your jeans and seeing a photo of you squished between Natasha and Wanda as they kissed your cheeks.

Your thumb slid across the bar on the screen, the video now quickly rendering as Natasha stared at you with a furrowed brow. Peeking at the top edge of the screen was Wanda, their eyes boring into the camera. The silence ensued for another minute, before you all went into a fit of giggles. In the background, the voices of the Avengers, Strange, Wong, and other friends can be heard. However, your two friends were solely focused on you.

“You’re late,” Natasha remarked softly. Her red hair was curled and styled, held with a claw clip. Her scent glands were scarred, along with the two marking glands. Forever reminding her and the world of her being forced to be a Beta.

“You’re missing out on the no bake cookies Vision made! I’ve had to fight Tony off to save you some,” Wanda exclaimed, a faint protest coming from the billionaire in the background.

A guilty look spread over your face, glancing away with a tiny frown. “Sorry… I sorta lost track of time with everything..” You began softly. A look seemed to appear- you unable to decipher it from Natasha’s look.

“You’re not going to bail again are you? We haven’t seen you since February… It’s been 10 months Y/N,” Natasha warned softly. It was clear they missed you. At that comment, your friends looked offscreen and you could hear Tony shout.

“Hey! Pepper has been begging for you to come! I promised you’d be here and if you don’t show up I’m going to be yelled at!”

A sigh left your lips, unable to stop the growing smile now as your friends seemed to coax you to join. “Okay… Okay. I’m coming,” you finally accepted. You earned a cheer. “It’ll be awhile. The snow is coming down-”

A whimsical, glowing orange started to swirl in the air. Growing and circulating to a rapid spin as the portal now opened to the party. Stephen Strange stood on the other side, your eyes wide as he peered at you. Hands now waved out, as if asking you if you were coming. You hung up on the video call, now making way through the portal and hearing it close behind you. A soft sigh, now avoiding the gaze of the Alpha before scurrying off to your closest friends. His eyes bore into your body, as though watching you intently before his own conversation resumed.

You however, were swarmed with warm embraces and excited squealing. Natasha and Wanda immediately wrapped themselves around you. The scent of warm, spiced tea and a hint of sunflowers filled your nose as it seemed to puff off of Wanda. Natasha buried her nose into your scent gland, giving a deep inhale as she did. She gave a soft laugh, you squished between the two women with joyous laughter. The scenting you and Wanda did seem to fill the room, everyone visibly relaxing. There was something special about a soft and happy pheromone that wafted out. Of course, it didn't stop the others who decided to come over and say hello. Bruce had hoisted you up in a hug, with you patting him on the back. His own scared scent and marking glands present. Not long later, Steve trailed over with Bucky. Or you assumed to be Bucky. The blonde supersoldier picked you up by the waist, giving you a twirl. It didn't last long as you were planted firmly into his chest. The scent of fresh lavender and cool ice filled your nose. Steve’s smell was so unique and so… refreshing that you had to bury your nose into his scent gland. In doing so, you missed a furrowing brow and growing scowl from Stephen Strange.

“Its not like I’m visiting from another country. I'm down the street,” you laughed, being set down as the group seemed to start pestering you about how you have been.

“It's not our fault you don't visit,” Tony had pouted as Pepper led him over. The omega had now brought you into a hug, her scent such a comforting smell of warm vanilla and gingerbread. You buried your nose into her scent too, holding her tighter. She was like an older sister to you; her scent was so calming. “Besides, it's the holidays. You should be home.. here with us.”

“You all sound like I keep her hostage,” Strange groaned as he approached the group.

“You do,” a sassy reply from the host. You looked up at them, giving a big grin that stretched ear to ear. A pink flush on your cheeks as you looked around. Inside, that sad feeling was gone. In it's stead was a sense of belonging and joy. Tony clapped his hands, Friday now turning on the Christmas lights and playing rounds of Elvis Presley Christmas Music. “Let's get this party started!”

It was closer to midnight when you were finally all opening presents. The extra guests had left, all allowing you to cuddle up on the couch or extra chairs. You were piled upon by Natasha, Wanda, and Pepper. Tony was sending you very playful, dirty looks at stealing his Omega. Every time he looked over, you wrinkled your nose and stuck your tongue out at him. Everyone had exchanged gifts from under the tree. You had already Amazon delivered packages to the tower, and even had Pepper take care of the packages by wrapping them and appropriately labeling them. Your gifts were all elaborate and thoughtful, with Pepper, Natasha and Wanda being more expensive. Pepper received a necklace, adorned with glittering diamonds and one main centered diamond that hangs down. Natasha received a bracelet, golden and adorned with creeping vines. Wanda received a hair piece that was a long dragon, which threaded through her hair and held shimmering, ruby eyes. However, the last two most expensive gifts were left for Strange and Wong. You couldn't ever be able to repay them for staying at the Sanctum.

However, you were encouraged to open your presents. You got plenty of perfumes, jewelry, cute new clothes like leggings, open back shirts, a few heels, and some important items. Strange regarded you carefully as you held his present to you. You gave it a tentative sniff, before gently unwrapping the golden bow. The box opened, revealing a six pointed star, with an emerald in its center. It connected to dark silver wings, chains hanging down and accenting the wings. It was beautiful, and unique. “Thank you,” you told him softly.

“You're welcome,” he had breathed out, watching how you delicately plucked up the jewelry and admired it. The other women beside you seemed to admire it as well, whispering about how pretty it was. You had set it down, carefully covering it. The chatter went on, and so did the night. And by the time it was 3 a.m., Wong had gathered you and Strange to get you all home. They hadn't opened their presents from you, causing a furrow of your brows before looking at the group.

“-New Years, and you better be there,” you heard the tail end of whatever Natasha was saying. You had zoned out on the scars over Strange’s hand. So close- you had been wondering what they felt like. Rough? Soft-? “Hey! Earth to Y/N!” She snapped her fingers and you squeaked. A soft laugh at your reaction, she gently patted your shoulder. “Look, dress up for New Years. We’re going to celebrate and.. maybe you'll have a date!”

You didn't notice, but Strange’s ears had seemed to perk at Natasha’s words and his eyes honed in on you both. His scent started to waft out, secreting annoyance. The sour scent filling your nose had you wrinkling your nose, noticing the way the scent of old books and mahogany wafted to you.

“What date?” You questioned, rubbing your nose into something Pepper scented.

Natasha shrugged. “Dunno. But I’ll find one,” she teased.

Your eyes rolled, giving a playful snort. The girls were trying to push you to find a Mate. Wanda had Vision, Natasha was happy with finding one night stands, and Pepper had Tony. Then, Natasha leaned in close, whispering to you, “Maybe you and Steve could.. or.. a certain Sorcerer..”

You blushed heavily at the suggestions. Your hand immediately pushed on Natasha’s shoulder, earning a laugh. Your head shook furiously, huffing out. “No! No, no,” you spluttered out. “I will find-”

“Time to go,” Strange interrupted. His angular face was twisted into a look of painful reservation, hand gripping your bicep and hauling you through the portal. His irritation was radiating off in intoxicating waves, his grip harsh as you looked at the group. They waved and hollered their goodbyes, the portal closing behind the three of you. You sighed out, frowning now before you looked up at the Alpha.

“I was in the middle of discussing something with Natasha,” you grumbled.

Strange let you go, scowling. “It wasn't important,” he grunted, his cloak now wrapping around his shoulders. He floated up, being whisked towards the hallway. Wong has retired for the night, leaving you with your teacher.

“It was plans for New Years! Of course it was-” you spluttered out, cheeks turning red with frustration.

“Over what? Boys? Dates? Come on Y/N,” he groaned, landing on his feet and turning to you. He looked exhausted, and exasperated. “You don't need that.”

“Needing isn't the same as wanting,” your voice sharp and short, anger escaping into the air. It smelled like bubbling chocolate and souring peppermint. “Besides.. maybe I want an Alpha!” You stomped your foot into the wooden floor, feeling his searing gaze on you.

A scowl on his lips as he set his presents down. He floated to you, now before you as he towered over your frame. “An Alpha can get in the way of practicing your abilities, your duties, and be a nuisance,” he seethed.

Your brows knitted together, scowling heavily at his words. “So? What if he doesn't? What if he helps me focus? Better myself? Encourages me?” You retorted. “Why do you care anyways? You never wanted to know me! It's always business and lectures, and practices! It's not like you would care how I get stuffed anyways!”

“Because my sanctum is more important than you satisfying your heat! The Avengers sent someone who had a gift, and even then your strides have been minimal at best! I’ve seen children make faster advances than the best they sent me!” His anger was spiked, flooding his scent through the open room in the foyer.

Your heart stuttered at his choice of words before breaking. Then, your face fell and eyes went downcast. Suddenly, you felt like a young girl all over again. It was like you were being told you would only amount to being a breeding Omega. Nothing was special about you, nor would you amount to anything great. Tears welled in your gaze, hand shaking as you shoved the gift he gave you into his chest. “Fine. Then I’ll go nest elsewhere and practice when you're not around,” you managed out with a quivering lip. “A-and take your present back! Don't need to spend it on a stupid, weak, an-an-an-and horrible pupil like me!” You didn't wait for him to catch the box, immediately running off down the hallway and into your room. You heard him call your name in a panic, the only answer he received being the slam of your door.

He fucked up, big time.

Your room was lit with an array of candles, all beautifully lit up. Curtains hung over the windows, plushies piled neatly on your bed. A desk of yours to the back right corner of the room, with a laptop sitting on it and a stack of books next to it. You hadn't left your room in a couple of days. Only using a portal you had managed to make with your own hands, a swirling vortex of greens present. You had sent a frog plushie through to have Steve scent it. When done, he threw it back and the portal closed. Currently, you are curled on your bed and cuddling it. His scent comforting and filling your nose as you cried still. The sound of the door being knocked on had your head turning away and a tighter ball being made. Your shorts and silky shirt, along with wild strands of hair being visible from the foot of your bed.

“Y/N..” Wong’s voice softly called to you.

“Go away..” you growled out meekly. When you didn't hear movement, you lifted your hand and pointed. Green energy immediately pushed Wong out the door, and closed it. At this point, you were rotting there, on the covers. Finally, a portal opened and Strange stepped through. It closed behind him, your head lifting and glaring at the Alpha. Despite your grief state, your scent glands were starting to swell, along with your marking gland. Your heat was coming soon, and you were feeling the growing pains and urges that came with it. “I told Wong to go away, what makes you think I want to see you?” You hissed out.

Strange stood there in his casual clothing. A baby blue hoodie with black, plaid pajama pants. His frown present. “I wanted to apologize,” he begun seriously.

Your scent indicated you were agitated, and your face resembled the same emotion. You sat up, staring at him now. Your shirt rode up a bit, revealing soft flesh to the man as you did so. Although, there wasn't a care in the world.

“I didn't.. mean what I said,” his own tone was soft, as though unsure of how to say it. “You're advancing faster than many I’ve seen. Added, you're learning spells that are even difficult for me to master..” a pause, his eyes connecting with yours. “When you go in heat.. just give a warning. We won't bother you and we'll make sure no one does.”

You flopped back onto your bed, bouncing slightly in the process. A frown still on your face, you didn't want to say much. “It still hurt..” you managed out.

“I know… and I was wrong to say those things. I got..” a scrunch of his nose, “...upset… hearing you talk about finding someone.”

Slowly, your brows knitted together in confusion. You sat back up, now noticing his own scent and marking glands were swelling up. How long were they like that? Was he nearing his rut? “But why? You have no interest in me or my Omega.”

A sigh. “I don't like getting close. Not.. not after I lost Christine,” he glanced away. “I didn't even realize what I was doing until a couple of months ago and even then.. it was tough trying to connect with you. But.. I still… can't help.. myself. Neither can my Alpha. He just gets.. territorial at thinking of you.”

It was weird, but not unheard of. Sometimes, if an Omega spends more time with one Alpha, they can become territorial over her. It's like laying claim to them without marking. You had to think of all the times now when you were both in public. He was always keeping any Alpha at bay- asserting they wouldn't get too close. If one did, they were scared off. Even the times he would always stick close to you and read in comfortable silence. Stephen enjoyed your presence. He was always loitering around you at any moment he could. “But.. what about you? Obviously you must be thinking.. something.”

His expression was steady, not once betraying his thoughts or motives. “I am in agreement with my Alpha,” he finally managed out. His throat clearing, a look of annoyance returned. It appears that Steve’s scent was bugging him. He quickly advanced for you, your hands gripping the stuffy tighter. His large hands gripped your own, the back of knees resting against the bed. Strange’s smell was immediately intense and suffocating, surrounding you in a dizzying manner. It was clear he wasn't particular to the other Alpha. Added, he was definitely about to hit his rut. You can tell by the way it rolled off in intense waves. Pushing out and staining your nose. He took the frog, opening a portal and launching it into the foyer before closing the portal. All that now remained to fill the air was your mingling scents.

Your Omega was responding in kind. Accelerating her oncoming heat to accommodate the unclaimed male before you. A soft groan escaped your lips, holding one side of your neck in pain. Strange immediately reached out, trying to assess what the issue was. Large, warm hands were soft against your skin. Trembling in slight motions, and yet so delicate. His pupils dilated, immediately coming to the realization that both of you just hit the rut and heat.

Uh oh.

“Doctor Strange…” you choked out, feeling hot now as your skin burned at his faintest touch. Sweat formed at your temple, resisting every urge to pounce on him.

“Call me Stephen,” his voice dropped to a husky tone, clearly fighting it as well.

You both stared at each other, waiting for the other to say or do something first. Finally, a soft, “Please take care of my heat..” came from your lips. “Please Stephen.”

His brows knitted, dark brown locks being tussled as he thought about your plea. However, the strain in his pants was not willing to go away without relief. Stephen’s hands twisted and waved, pulling you into him now while your legs spread just for him. Your clothed sex presented, colors darkening over your slit as your core leaked out slick. It was odd to think about. Stephen was your mentor- your colleague, and ally. Barely any personal connection was made and now you were entering early heat to relieve his rut. His long fingers delicately pushed aside your shorts, other hand delicately dancing over your soft flesh on your inner thigh. You watched his eyes focus on where he was looking, a gasp leaving your lips. You felt two, long fingers push into your hot core. Slick gushed out and down his knuckles, following the curve of his palm to his wrist. Stephen bared his teeth in glee, pumping his fingers in a slow manner as he scraped his fingertips along velvet walls. You moaned softly, enjoying the movement as he steadily worked his hand. His free one moved up and rested over your pubic mound. Hand splayed to your lower belly, his thumb rubbing harsh, tight circles over your clit as he worked. Your voice soft and sweet, it sung his name in soft praises. Each time, earned you tighter rubbing over your clit or an extra finger inside of you.

Your own hands started to peel off your shirt, now layered with a thin glistening sweat as your chest heaved with ragged breaths. Your core was coiling- tightening with each motion before your moan loudly filled the room. Velvet walls milked his fingers, desperate for his knot. Stephen was growling now, removing his fingers and licking them clean. The moment he did that- his Alpha instincts took over. His lips crashed into yours as he loomed over you. Eager to get inside of you, and you are eager to have him fill you. Hands shaking, your body trembling as you dared to get each other naked in the throes of animalistic urges. His lips were rough and chapped, tongue daring to struggle against your own as both of your hips finally met. With how eager Stephen was kissing you, you had to wonder if it was more than just his Alpha. When he pulled away from the kiss, saliva strands connected you both. The bulbous tip of his cock pushing at your folds as he awaited permission. Your folds were red and puffy, leaking out slick. In contrast, his own tip was leaking precum and was just as red. Your legs spread further, hips pushing up for easier access.

No words needed to be said, your lips briefly parting and tongue swiping out to lick the saliva. Just as your lips connected and tongue slid into his own parted mouth, his cock slid into you. Stephen swallowed your cries of ecstasy, feeling you stretch entirely around him. Your own eyes rolled back, lips leaving his as your head was thrown back. This was something you'd never felt before. Sure, you had dildos and other toys to help you through your ruts. This was different. He was large- stretching you out comfortably and now just feeling him bottom out. His knot was starting to swell, begging to lock into you so he could cum into your beautiful cunt. Your hands went through the graying hair at his temples, messing up his neatly styled locks in the process. One of his scarred hands gripped your thigh as it wound around his waist. His blue eyes turned as dark as the night sky, facial hair tickling your skin as his lips went down your throat. It didn't take long for him to start moving. His hips started to pull back. His tip was still inside, earning a whining as you were empty. Stephen immediately snapped back into you, causing your body to jostle briefly. Just like that, his cock was pumping into you and dragging against the inside of your walls. He got farther in you than most of your toys. His teeth skimmed over your flesh, eagerly nipping and licking your hot skin. Both of you felt like you could sear the other.

Your nails dragged down his back, his pace only getting harder and faster. Soft grunts filled the air from his throat, your own voicing pleasured mewls. His teeth latched onto your marking gland without hesitation, Stephen biting down. At that, your walls spasmed as your core tightened up and released its coil. His knot successfully pushed in, binding you together at that moment while your walls tightened around him. Stephen’s mouth removed, blood filling the air as he looked back at your now marred gland. His hips rocked into you, knot fully swelled. It would be soon. Letting his head drop, your own teeth found purchase onto his marking gland. You bit down, his scent flooding the roof of your mouth. The marking gland took- and took permanently like yours did to him. You didn't know how long you would be able to take him- your slick pushing out and over the base of his dick. He had raised up to sit back on his knees, his trembling hands gripping your thighs harshly. The sorcerer was still going, his knot pushing into you and finally locking you together.

Your omega was howling in pleasure, feeling his entire cock swelling inside of you. Being marked intensified the pleasure; the throes of passion indicating a lifetime of pleasure from your now mate. Had he meant to do that? You didn't care in this moment. Your hands squeezed your breasts together, palming them as he watched you. His thrusts were short and hard, slowing briefly as his knot prevented him from pulling out. The bedframe rocked against the wall, filling the room with lewd noises of slapping and squelching. Sensitive, your walls quivered again. It tightened around him once more, spasming and milking him with every desire your body yearned for. Stephen let his head fall back, hips giving one last buck into you. Hips connected, heat filled inside of you while a moan of your name fell off his lips. His knot deflated, slowly pulling out and your body protesting at the lack of filling. However, as he now went onto his forearms, Stephen admired his work. Love bites covered your throat, your marking gland indicating you were wholly his. Your lips swollen, eyes hazy and half lidded. Your mind was foggy- absolutely soaked and filled.

Stephen kissed you gently this time, your hands shakily fisting into his hair. He only pulled away to nuzzle against your jaw. His hot breath fanned over your skin, whispering, “I’ve been wanting to do this for awhile now.”

You lit up in a blush, murmuring, “Then why did you act like you didn't want to know me?”

He let out a grumble, licking your neck briefly. “Easy to resist temptation,” he mumbled out. His hardening cock prodded at your thigh again, indicating his rut was ready yet again. His hands guided your body once more, his brows furrowing as he lifted your ass into the air. “But I can't anymore. I can't stand to hear you gush over another Alpha… your scent belonging to someone else when I’ve been here the whole time,” a sense of possession filling his tone as his hand braced on the middle of your back. His eyes were intense, and focused. Your head pressed into the covers, hands gripping the sheets as your breathing quickened. Slick spread over your thighs, his cum joining it as he was leaking out. You couldn't see what he was doing other than listening and feeling his movements. “Gods… you’re gorgeous. You're ready again just for me..” his breath hitched, his tip pushed into you again. Like a spear cutting through flesh, your folds opened and took him in without resistance. Slick and cum rolled over his already lubricated cock. This time, you felt him inside of you further than you could have imagined. You gave a soft moan, body trembling as he fully rested inside of you. You were tighter in this position, knees spread and him now leaning over you. His breath fanned over the nape of your neck, hips bucking into you. One hand reached around your hips to gently brush over your clit. Easy access as his balls slapped against it. Jolting fire shot into your core, eyes rolling and mouth half open with each overwhelming sense of pleasure. “You're mine Y/N. No one else can have you.”

It felt delicious. Your toes curled with each pump into you as his hands gripped your waist. Stephen was certainly proud. A proud Alpha with a massive appetite to fuck you senseless. His knot swelled again, locking into your pussy as juices were being fucked out of you. His name fell like incantations from your lips, walls spasming faster around him while he moved. It didn't take long to cum around him again, white, hot pleasure exploding across your body from your head to your toes. Your walls milked him again, his fingers digging into your skin as he bucked wildly into you. There- his knot and cock as deep as he could get. He twitched and swelled inside, his seed coating as much as it could inside of you. Your name followed in praises, happy you took every bit of him. However, he continued to do slow pumps into you as he still released his hot cum inside.

Stephen pulled out after a minute, backing up to admire your swollen pussy and briefly leaking cum. “Good girl,” he praised breathlessly. You shakily collapsed onto the bed, his body resting next to you. Your body turned, curling into his side at that point. You nuzzled up into his chin, his arms wrapping around you. You couldn't form any words, tuckered out from the two rounds he so eagerly gave you. A content sigh fell from your lips.

After the week of being locked in to settle ruts and heat, you were tucked into his side at the New Year's Eve party. His scent rolled off of you in intense waves, turning some heads from other guests as you both walked through the party. Wong had some business in Hong Kong, indicating that he did not want to hear the business his friend had with you. Your dress was form fitting and a deep blue, open back and a long slit up to your thigh. Your black heels clicked, hair styled to show off the mark he had claimed. His suit matched your dress, his head turning to look at you. Stephen’s hand settled on your lower back, your blush creeping over your face as you searched the room for your friends. In the week spent in the room with him, you discovered you both had a lot more in common. He thoroughly enjoyed your presence and adored you. It was clear from the get go he was supposed to be your Alpha. Your head turned up, finding him admiring you. A blush spread further, earning an amused chuckle before he stole a kiss and sent you on your way.

You joined Natasha, Wanda, and Pepper. The two Omegas wrinkled their nose briefly, before Natasha pointed at your mark. “That was fast,” she remarked with an arch of her brow.

You sheepishly smiled. “Y-yeah… Stephen and I..” you quieted, remembering the possessive remarks, gentle praises, and sinful actions from the past week. “It was good.” You finally whispered.

A soft giggle from Pepper. “Alright, pay up Nat. I won,” she mused.

A confused look from you.

Natasha frowned as she handed Pepper a $20 bill. “Yeah… yeah,” she grumbled.

“What do you mean?” You questioned, brows furrowing together.

“Pepper and Natasha made a bet to see how fast Stephen would act if we kept mentioning other possible Alphas,” Wanda explained.

You blinked. All the times you all spoke on facetime and mentioned a possible suitor… You had to think for a moment. They always asked if Stephen was around, and if you were available for a weekend to go on a blind date to finally get laid. Stephen was always around for those conversations- his knuckles always turning white whenever he gripped something so harshly. How his scowl would form and breathing labored. He always was in a bad mood after those conversations. You always thought it was because he found you annoying, but in reality he was jealous. “That explains a lot then,” you huffed out.

You looked to Stephen, the male engrossed in conversation with the other male Avengers. His mark was proud and displayed- clearly showing off he won. He felt your eyes on him, his gaze lifting to see you and flashing a wink. Heat flooded from your face, immediately grinning and looking back to your friend group.

It went on fast, enjoying the night with loved ones. When the countdown began, you were pressed into your mate's side. His arm wrapped around you as everyone counted down. You were excited, seeing the number get down to the single digits. And right before you could shout Happy New Year's, Stephen leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss. His arms fully wound around your waist now. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fireworks in the background of your passionate kiss. You pulled away for air, his forehead resting against yours.

“Happy New Years Y/N,” he whispered softly.

“Happy New Years Doctor Strange,” you murmur, earning a cheeky smile.

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