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ironstrange1991 · 2 days ago

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People havent seen this one or perhaps they just didnt like it at all 😶

A Touch Of Domesticity

Pairing: Doctor!Strange, Defender!Strange, Supreme!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: The reader faces the harsh reality of living with three masters of the mystic arts

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Mentions of blood, injuries and pain. A bit of angst.

A/N: This has been in my drafts for over a year and hasn't been properly edited, but I wanted to post something today. Although it's not my best work, I hope you like it and have a good read.

You hated staying behind and having to wait for your Stephens to come home, begging any and all gods to bring them back safe and sound. It was the hardest thing you had ever done in your life and yet it was so frequent. At least once a week one of them would go on a mission, either alone or with the Avengers and you felt helpless, adrift, fighting your anxiety that always made you think about the worst scenarios.

This time however it was even worse. The three were called to help with a situation south of the city. They didn't give many details before leaving, but you knew that if it wasn't serious there would be no need for the three of them to go at once.

And there you stayed, alone, at home, waiting.

The day had started so normally, you were having breakfast, talking and laughing when you were interrupted and they had to leave in a hurry, now the sun was setting gloomily behind the buildings and the noise of traffic was slowly fading as people hurried to return to their homes after the day's work. You should be coming home from work by that time, but you couldn't go, you couldn’t imagine ��not being home when they got back. What if they needed you and you weren't there? You would never forgive yourself.

You were lucky your boss was an understanding person. Although you knew that all that understanding came from the fact that he knew who your boyfriends were and what they were and did. You rarely missed work, but more than once he told you could stay home when something like this happened. He joked, although you knew there was truth in his words, that you wouldn't be useful there if your mind had stayed at home. And he was right, there was nothing that could convince you that you would be able to force your mind to do mathematical calculations when all it could work on were catastrophic scenarios where you lost the men you loved.

You sighed, still standing by the window of worlds. You loved that place. It gave you a beautiful view of the city and was also your favorite hiding place although it was too obvious to be considered a hiding place. Most of the time you were sure that the Stephens knew you were there and they just didn't come to you because they respected your space. Or at least they tried.

You took your cell phone out of your pocket, checking if there were any messages and as you feared there was nothing. You avoided going on social media or turning on the TV all day because you didn't want to see anything about what was happening. It wouldn't help to see your men fighting against whatever it was, it would only make you more nervous and increase that feeling of helplessness.

However, you were desperate to know what was going on and considering turning on the damn TV, but decided to call Wong instead. He would have information if something had happened. However as you waited for him to answer, you heard the sound of a portal opening and the familiar chattering of your Stephens in the living room and turned off you phone running towards the sound.

When you got there you found them covered in blood and other things that you didn’t even want to know what it was.

Defender's arms were resting on Stephen and Supreme's shoulders, both helping him walk. A horrible wound on his left thigh was bleeding some kind of a black goo along with normal blood.

"Stephen, my god, what happened?"

"He tried to play the hero" Stephen replied.

"As always" Supreme finished as he closed the portal behind them.

"I killed the beast, didn't I?" Defender replied amidst groans of pain and then looked at you and forced a smile. "I'm fine, Y/n. Don't worry."

You felt relief wash over you so strongly that your legs trembled. "You have no idea how worried I was!"

...

"Why is it that you always end up hurting yourself more than the others, Defender Strange?" You questioned, trying to stay calm, but inside you were extremely angry. He was sitting on a chair in the bathroom of the master bedroom that belonged to Stephen. You demanded that they keep that disgusting mess in just one room of the house and they didn't dare argue with you.

You were cleaning the wound on his thigh with clean cloths and hot water. The cut was much deeper than you imagined when you saw it from afar and you knew it was hurting more than he wanted to let on. However, his jaw was rigid, his teeth were clenched, his muscles were tense, and his breathing was irregular.

"Is it clean enough?" You asked Stephen who had just gotten out of the shower giving way to Supreme. He wrapped the towel around his waist and bent down to take a look, then walked over to the closet and handed you a bottle of brown liquid. "Here. Apply this with the gauze and it will be clean enough to close."

"You'll have to do it, Doctor. I'm drained. I used all the energy I had to finish killing that thing."

You did as Stephen told you and then stepped aside for him to come closer.

He moved his fingers in a complicated gesture and golden magic emanated from his hands, but before continuing he looked at you "Hold his hands and try to keep him in place. This gonna hurt as hell."

You stood behind the chair and wrapped your arms around Defender's shoulders, holding his hands tightly in yours, your face nuzzling his face. Defender looked at Stephen and gave a small nod.

When Stephen's magic touched Defender's skin the wound began to close right before your eyes, flesh, nerves, veins and skin reconnecting. Defender grunted in pain, his entire body shaking, sweat breaking out on his forehead and then it was done and what was left of the horrible wound was just a scar in the shape of a thin pink line. Another scar.

"That's it, Defender. You're ready for the next mission." Stephen said, patting Defender on the shoulder and leaving the bathroom to get dressed.

Defender sighed heavily and you returned to position yourself in front of him, helping him get rid of his boots.

"You're mad at me" He observed after a few seconds of silence.

You threw his boots and socks on the floor and busied yourself unbuckling all the belts on his torn robes. "I'm not angry." That was all you said.

He touched your face "You're getting dirty, Y/n. I can undress myself."

"That's the problem, Stephen" You said finally snapping and throwing the belts on the floor in anger "Yes, you can do things alone. You can save the entire fucking world alone. Believe me, I know! But you don’t need to do this. You're in an universe with two other Stephens, please consider next time sharing the danger and working as a team so I don't have to hold you in place while one of them fixes you."

You passed your hand over your face, trying not to care about the unpleasant smell that came from Stephen's clothes and permeated your nostrils. "And I know you can undress yourself, but please let me help you. It's pretty much all I can do."

Supreme turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. "She's right, you know that." He said and then stood in front of the mirror and began to use his magic to close the deeper cuts on his chest and ribs.

Defender nodded " You're right. I'm sorry.” He lifted his hips allowing you to pull down his pants and boxers and raised his arms for you to take off the top of what was left of his robes. There were more cuts on his chest, some more serious at the ribs.

He watched you as your eyes roamed over his skin "I'm fine now baby, don't worry."

You nodded and he got up and walked slowly to the shower. You sighed watching him wash for a minute and then got rid of your clothes and got into the shower with him. You helped him wash his hair, there were things stuck to his strands that you were afraid to ask what they were. You soaped him up, being careful not to rub too hard where he was hurt, and then you soaped up yourself quickly and got out of the shower before him, wrapping yourself in a towel.

You walked over to Supreme who was still busy looking in the mirror and using magic to get rid of any scratches he could find. You wrapped your arms around him from behind, your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, you stood on tiptoe and placed a kiss on his shoulder. He smiled at you through the mirror. "I'm fine, honey. We are fine."

You rested your forehead on his shoulder and gave in to a silent cry. You were relieved, of course, but you knew it would happen again. It always happened and you hated it.

"Hey, what is it?" He turned around and wrapped you in his arms, his hand stroking your hair gently, "We're fine. You don’t need to cry."

You knew he was right, but you couldn't stop crying anyway.

"I can't take this, Stephen. It's too painful to see you get hurt like this."

He placed a kiss on the top of your head "I know. What do you think about us taking a week off to go on that trip you want so much?"

You looked at him in surprise, tears still streaming down your face. "But you said that the three of you couldn't go with me, that the Sanctum can't be alone."

Supreme shook his head, "Wong agreed that there is no danger if we leave another master to take care of the Sanctum. And it's only a week."

He wiped the tears from your face with the back of his hand. "Wouldn't it be fun? Just the four of us in a room in some small inn in the far reaches of the highlands?"

Your lips curved into a modest smile. "Imagine the look on their faces seeing the three of you together."

He smirked, "Or listening to us making love all night."

You felt your face blushing. "I would love that, but I doubt Defender and Stephen would agree."

Supreme chuckled looking towards the door "Why don't you ask them?"

You turned to find Stephen leaning against the doorframe watching you. He was wearing gray pajama pants and a blue t-shirt. Wet hair combed carefully back.

You went to him and he opened his arms for you to snuggle into. He smelled like soap and cologne. You touched his face. There were a few small cuts on his forehead and cheekbones, but other than that, he was fine.

"I was so worried, Stephen." You said and he shushed you.

"We're fine now, sweetheart. Don't worry anymore.

He caressed your face "Now, what do you want to ask me?" He asked, casting a knowing look at Supreme.

"Can we take a week off? All four of us?"

"Where would we go?" He asked knowing full well what your answer would be. You had been asking to go on that trip for almost a year.

"To Scotland" You said. You brought your hand to the back of his head and pulled him to your lips, kissing him as if that was enough to make him make the decision you wanted."

He hummed in your lips and then asked, even though you knew the question wasn't meant for you. "What about the Sanctum?"

"Wong agreed to send a master to take care of everything for a week." Supreme said, turning his attention to the mirror. He applied some shaving cream to his hands and started to spread it all over his face. "I don't think a week is too long, besides, we all need to rest. We've been working non-stop for the last few months."

Stephen shook his head. "But all three of us going at once, I don't think is a good idea. People need us here."

Defender got out of the shower and grabbed one of the folded towels on the counter and wrapped it around his waist. He took another one and began to dry his hair, which was soaked and dripping. "People need us to be well both physically and mentally so we can do our jobs." He said surprising you. Defender was always the first to say that the three of them couldn't leave together and leave the Sanctum alone.

"I sounded out Wong about the possibility a few weeks ago," Supreme said while shaving. "He said we can go."

You felt your stomach twist with excitement, “Is that a yes?” You asked, sounding like an excited child.

Defender opened his arms to you and you ran towards them "Yes, baby. At least from my side that's a yes." He kissed you softly and then you turned around waiting for an answer from Stephen.

He smirked shaking his head "Well I won't be the only Stephen to say no."

You smiled broadly.

"It doesn't have to be a competition, Doctor." Defender warned, but Stephen shrugged.

"Everything is a competition in this relationship, Defender." He said, but there was a beautiful smile on his lips.

"So, Scotland it will be, it seems." Supreme pointed out finishing shaving.

"We need to arrange with Wong to see when we can go." Stephen said.

Defender squeezed you into his arms "We can go tomorrow. You can call your boss or I'll make the call myself."

You chuckled "I'll talk to Phil. He'll understand. Plus, he's owed me a vacation for a while."

"I told Wong yesterday that we would go as soon as possible. We just need to let him know." Supreme reported. He wiped his face on the towel and applied some aftershave.

Stephen nodded "I'll go over there and arrange everything with him."

"Do you really need to go? He has a cell phone, you know?" You said. "Stephen, you guys just got back. I bet you haven't eaten anything all day. Just call him."

He smirked "I'll be back in 15 minutes. I promise" He snapped his finger and a second later he was dressed in fresh robes. Cloak flew obediently onto his shoulders. "Wait for me for dinner."

He left the bathroom and you heard the sound of a portal opening and closing.

You sighed frustrated and Defender chuckled "He'll be back soon, baby."

You nodded, observing his hair still dripping even though he had dried it thoroughly with the towel. It was incredible how accustomed you were to magic and the rare times you couldn't use it you felt frustrated.

"Sit down, Stephen. Let me dry and comb your hair."

He smiled gratefully and you knew it was exactly what he wanted to ask of you.

Supreme stared at the two of you for a second as you used a fresh towel to carefully dry Stephen's hair. There was a hint of jealousy in that look, but he hid it well. "I'm going to order something for dinner. What do you guys want?"

Defender shrugged, "Whatever you guys decide."

"What about you, honey?"

You began to comb Defender's hair slowly. There were more knots than usual, and you didn't want to hurt him. "Mexican. Very spicy."

Supreme nodded and left.

Defender was pleased with the sensation of the brush scratching his scalp. You continued your work in silence until he grabbed your arm and took the brush from your hand. He brought your hand to his lips and placed a small kiss on your palm.

"I'm so sorry I upset you, baby. You know that's never my intention. I love you."

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders just like you did before for Stephen to close the wound on his leg, but this time you turned his face to give him a kiss. An intense and passionate kiss that took a sigh from him.

You gave him a reassuring smile "Not taking enough care of yourself is the only thing you do that upsets me, Defender Strange. I hope you think about it and change that."

He nodded "I will. I promise."

He stood up, taking his sling ring that you had left on the counter and moved his fingers instinctively to open a portal to his room, but only sparks came out and he exhaled heavily. "Looks like I'll have to settle for being an ordinary mortal tonight."

"How long will this last?" You asked worriedly. The idea of seeing Stephen unable to do magic was something that scared you.

"Not much. A good meal and sleep should be enough for me to regain my energy." He must have noticed the tension in your body and smiled reassuringly caressing your face. "I'll be fine. Don't worry."

You cupped his face with both hands. "Stop asking me not to worry about you, Stephen. It's all I can do."

He kissed you softly, but bit your bottom lip to tease you. "I know a way for you to make me feel better. I'm sure it will help."

You patted his shoulder letting out a little giggle. "You need to recover your energy and not use the little you have, Stephen."

He cupped your face "I don't care. After the day I've had, I really need you to show me why it's so important that we keep this universe safe." He kissed your lips ardently, but his lips continued down your chin and neck.

"I thought the main goal was to protect as many people as possible."

He hummed "Yeah, that too."

You smiled to yourself as he continued his attack on your neck, lightly biting the same place over and over again, marking you. One of his hands grabbed your breast through the towel, but you held his hand and with the other you lightly pressed his chest to make him move away. "Stephen...you and I need to get dressed and go downstairs for dinner. I’ll think about giving you something more later."

He sighed in defeat. “But later I'll have to share you with them."

You smirked "Defender Strange, am I feeling a twinge of jealousy at that statement?"

"I'm an ordinary mortal tonight, I have the right to be jealous."

You pecked his lips "Sure."

...

It took Stephen well over fifteen minutes to return. An hour, to be exact. Enough, however, for your food arrive and you to have time to set the table.

You ate dinner without any rush, enjoying the food while making plans for your vacation trip. Wong had made just one demand: that you give him a day to have time to notify the master who would be in charge of taking care of the Sanctum and Stephen agreed.

"Anyway, I'd prefer you to call your boss in the morning and let him know. You need time to pack your bags." Stephen said as he helped you clear the table. Defender and Supreme were in the living room and you could smell the cigarette smoke and hear their conversation.

"How long exactly do I need to pack my bag? I'm sure I can do it when I get home from work."

He finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher and turned it on. "Yeah. I guess so. But you're going to need some extra time to rest after what I'm going to do to you tonight." He said grabbing you by the waist and placing a kiss on your neck making your skin prickle.

You giggled, surrendering, "Well, in that case..." You turned to kiss him. First soft, then ardently. "But, don't think you're the only one with that thought tonight. I had to get away from Defender earlier. He's certainly eager to have his way with me."

Stephen cupped your face and kissed you again. "In that case, I might consider sharing you with him, sweetheart, but I'll have you tonight."

"Is this a threat?" You provoked him.

"A warning" He said lightly biting your chin.

"In this case I think I'd better call Phil in the morning and tell him I won't be able to go to work."

Stephen nodded. "I doubt you'll be able to walk, sweetheart."

You giggled and he kissed you hard.

It was you who broke the kiss to breathe. Stephen took one of your hands and placed it on his hip so you could feel how hard he was. "Feel how much I want you." He whispered against your lips making your entire body shiver.

You smiled "I want you too, Stephen. Come." You grabbed his hand and pulled him into the living room where Supreme was sprawled out on one of the couches and Defender was sitting in one of the armchairs. They were chatting distractedly when you and Stephen approached. "So, you guys eat and get away from the mess, is that right?" You scolded.

Supreme shrugged and held out his arms for you to hold his hand. “One Stephen was enough for the job.” He pulled you to sit on the couch and laid his head in your lap. Stephen plopped down on the other armchair watching you.

You smiled mischievously stroking Supreme's hair "Well, for that job, maybe, but there's something else I need help with. And for that I'm going to need my three Stephens tonight."

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adrixivy · 19 hours ago

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Imagine the Avengers have a shared album. It was an album that they all made so they can update on what they’re doing and it was all Peter’s suggestion so the team could bond more. Yet Peter changes it up one day by dumping pics of the Avengers from afar and they’re all looking up, wondering where the fuck is Peter taking the photos from.

Then Peter dumps 0.5 pics of Tony when he was sleeping or Tony simply allowed it because he was tired to say anything and it was the most ridiculously outrageous photos of Tony that Tony is immediately up from his chair in the lab and finding Peter, yelling about him deleting the photos.

Peter only does it when Tony hasn’t eaten a full meal or anything in a day or has not slept at all since he was busy overworking himself. And it always works.

Soon, the shared album that was previously about updates became a place to dump the most ridiculous photos of the Avengers or the shenanigans they do that it would be a PR nightmare for their PR team to manage(SHIELD is definitely their PR team even though Nick Fury is not paid enough for it)

Clint, dumping photos of Bucky and Steve on the couch together: *captioned ‘Look at this lovebirds!’*

Bucky checks his phone and is immediately showing Steve and the two glare at the vent at the left corner of the room where they hear distant giggles as Clint crawls away

Peter sending a photo of Tony and Stephen making out in the kitchen: *captioned ‘EW MR STARK GET A ROOM!’*

Tony pauses and pulls away from Stephen who frowns when he pulls his phone out. Tony gasped in horror and showed the phone to Stephen before spotting his son and immediately charging at him (“Peter Benjamin Parker-Stark, you get your tiny ass here right now!”) Stephen sighs and sends the cloak after his lover and son. Cloak wraps around Peter who screams for mercy and Tony grinned

Bruce sending a picture of Sam drinking a Caprisun: *Captioned ‘Peter I think that’s yours..’*

Peter suddenly appears and tackles Sam, screaming that it was his last one and the man now owns him a box. Sam is screaming back, saying ‘Get Stark to buy that, he has money!’ and the two is fighting till Steve pulls them apart

Natasha sends a photo of Clint surrounded by fire as he burns down their kitchen for the fifth time this month: *captioned ‘Guys he’s at it again’*

Tony immediately presses a button that shoots out foam that extinguishes the fire from the ceiling, covering Natasha and Clint in it. Natasha is fuming and Tony just realised he’s mistake and locked down his lab.

Rhodey sends a picture of Tony partying in his suit during that one party he did when he was dying. Tony is embarrassed of how idiotic he was. Peter is cackling before he’s immediately silenced by a glare from the older man

Tony starts to mess with Steve one day after he finds records of him in the past when he went through his father’s things. Tony sends a photo of Steve pre-super serum that he happened to find and Steve rolls his eyes and groans when Bucky laughs at him, making fun of the blonde (“The dwarf who was like ‘I can do this all day’ with a bleeding nose, HAH!”) The rest of the Avengers laugh, snicker or is genuinely surprised how skinny Steve actually was

Tony uploads a black and white video of Steve in the army in the past, seemingly forming a plan before the camera cuts to Bucky’s photo in a pocket watch as Steve checks the time. He quickly shuts the pocket watch and hides it. Bucky is slightly flustered and Steve is embarrassed. (“Tony where the hell are you getting this!”)

(⬆️Inspired by that one scene in Captain America: The First Avenger!)

I can picture Peter and Wanda sending edits of the Avengers they found on Tiktok to the album or videos they found online of the Avengers epic fails. Since they’re probably the only two who has Tiktok or scroll through social media and definitely wanted the Avengers to see this. Or simply any news that they find hilarious or the Avengers needed to know. Tony joins on the news because Friday always updates him

Wanda sending an edit of Natasha on TikTok: *Captioned ‘Look at this hot momma!’

Natasha is flattered, chuckling as she rewatches the edit and wondering where people got this clips from.

Peter sends a video titled ‘The Avengers Fails!’ which show Tony being thrown back to a signboard, Steve falling from a building with a yell, Thor being thrown back to the hulk which the hulk is angered by and he’s thrown again at a billboard, Wanda tripping over a step, Clint being dragged along in the air at the back of the Quinjet screaming, Bucky’s arm being thrown in Tony’s face, Rhodey and Tony crashing into each other, Stephen accidentally letting out an ancient monster and desperately trying to close it back up and finally Natasha’s gun being slapped away by a giant when she shoots it. The Avengers are immediately embarrassed and Friday plays the video to get their egos in check once a month. Peter has multiple compilations of fails online so he isn’t embarrassed. He believes it’s part of his spidey persona so he embraces it with open arms. The Avengers find it impossible to embarrass him when he’s Spiderman.

Tony sends an online magazine, specifically one page where it’s all about Steve. And his magnificent ‘America’s Ass’. Steve sighs and knows Tony has something to do with the magazine when he actually doesn’t. Bucky secretly downloads the page

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