#hehe. merge (DR joke)

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the owl house, but with ninjago characters

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I’ve got a fluff request for Stephen Strange/female!reader. The two of them are friends and getting very close. One day the reader falls asleep on Strange and he is quite pleased with the situation, so he snuggles up with her and has a lovely nap. Reader wakes up completely embarrassed because she assumes she’s overstepped in their friendship, but strange assures her that he’s really enjoying getting more intimate with her. Maybe he tells her how he wants more intimacy, maybe he makes a move, maybe there’s more fluff! Definitely up to you where it goes!

‘Overstepping’

Dr Strange x fem! reader

I LOVE IT <3 this one is fluffy and smutty best of both worlds hehe 18+

You always found yourself merging into the nooks and crannies of the library. Immersing yourself in the ancient spellbooks and sacred scriptures, you curled into one of the sofas there. It was far too late for anyone to distract you from your reading, far too late for anyone to find you in your cute vest and shorts. Silence covered the entire room and vou've never felt more at peace in your internal habitat.

‘’It's like sleep is never on the cards for you.’’ Stephen's voice slashed through that silence, your peace would normally be seen as distrupted but since it was Stephen you immediately put your guard down. Your lips couldn't help but curl into a smile at his cosy presence. He was obviously getting ready for bed until he heard your scuffling, his hair was messy and his eyes were full of curiosity

What could you say? Stephen's kindness seemed to extend only to you. You were shocked that people thought of Stephen as cold and unforgiving; considering he was the most powerful sorcerer in the world it was expected, but you only ever experienced a certain type of sweetness of him. Intense warmth. Incredibly dorky when he wanted to be. It was adorable when he would do that small half smile when vou couldn't pronounce a name of a spell correctly, even more so when you come up with a smart ass remark to his pompous all knowing nature. It's like you could truly be yourself around him as soppy as that sounds. You were getting close to him, really close. It was almost too relaxed.

‘’Why sleep when I can be better and smarter than you?’’ You joked as he padded his way over to you on the antique sofa. The presence of you was overwhelming to him, the air of you was so familiar and foreign to him and he could just drown in you.

‘’That's impossible.’’ Stephen countered as he sat next to you, the warmth radiating off of your bodies made your mind melt. You were always finding him so close to you, so so close to you.

Stephen never really found himself drawn to anyone, then you came into his life propelling him into a sea of uncertainty. There was something about you- full of warmth and light when he'd isolate himself in darkness, you were a beacon of hope for him. But most of all a friend.

Although every single second he spent in your presence he came to the same conclusion: he was yearning for you, he wanted you to be his.

Stephen found himself to be carefree even though he had the weight of the world on his broad shoulders. It was a sentimental breath of fresh air, and he wanted to breathe you every single second of the day.

‘’Instead of berating me, wanna give me spoilers for this spellbook?’’ You raised an eyebrow, curling your legs and turning to face him with challenging eyes.

‘’It's not a fictional novel.’’ Stephen chuckled.

The night was, for a lack of better words, a dream wrapped in a fairy tale. With your feet in his lap he massaged them like a normal 'couple' would, it was vastly endearing the way you squeaked out your laughs at his unfunny jokes and your laugh made him feel on top of the world. You talked and talked and talked, straying away from the topics of sorcery and about normal mundane everyday activities. Poking fun at nothing and everything. All Stephen could think about was the hope that this could be something he could do with you every night. You noticed that he would stare at your side profile when he thought you weren't realizing, but you did and it made your heart murmur under his gaze. And now, your head was resting on his shoulder; it was 3 in the morning and you had laughed your way to tiredness, your throat was sore and raw with the way he made your troubles dissipate. Stephen could smell your perfumed hair and he had to question if any of this was real. 

He slowly wrapped an arm around you and you sighed in contentment, your eyes were now heavy and you honestly couldn't remember closing them. You were sleeping on him. Stephen's heart was beating at an impossible rate with every shallow intake and exhale of your breath, he was incredibly pleased with the outcome to say the least.

—

The quiet whispering of birds tweeting outside made your brows crease in irritation and your eyelids fluttered at the fact. You didn't remember going to bed last night and it was obvious due to your feet nipping cold, but your torso was heated and you felt cosy and warm. Your eyes darted open as you felt the hand that was wrapped around you.

Fuck.

You sat up straight and found that you were cuddling up against Stephen fucking Strange, his soft snores covered the room and the reality of it all was just sinking in.

You were panicking, fearful of overstepping a boundary that needn't be crossed. The fear of this mistake was souring your mood, you didn't want to ruin the sweetness of your friendship. Everything that you built would come crumbling down and it was all due to this. Your embarrassment was heating your cheeks.

Your shuffling made Stephen's eyes flit awake, you were stretching yourself away as you stood up, mind internally pacing

‘’Did we sleep here or..?’’ Stephen groaned, his voice soaked in tiredness as he leaned up from the sofa.

‘’What time is it?’’ You said curtly and dodged his question. He didn’t like the cold distant tone you were using.

‘’It's 6am.’’ He stared at his watch and when he looked up you were walking away from him. Stephen hated it, he was scared his selfishness may have ruined what he had with you. The light of you dimming away with every step you took.

Your embarrassment followed you everywhere you went that day, avoiding Stephen at all costs of course- afraid of the look of disapproval he'd give you if you ever accosted him again. Night fell upon you and you successfully avoided him for the entire day, you assumed you were safe in the library late at night once more.

Until Stephen found you again...on the same antique he held you in. Your eyes darted upwards and widned consequently as his frame was at the door. He shut the door and locked it, your heart dipped.

‘’Uhmm.. I'm just going to-‘’ You scrambled as your words stuttured, mouth and tongue unable to form anything coherent.

‘’Y/N.’’ Stephen said lowly, hands in his sweatpants pockets as he slowly stalked his way over to you. You barely caught a glimpse of his eyes, but you found that they were gleaming wickedly with some hail Mary idea. You knew this wouldn't be good.

‘’I need to...go.’’ You said with a panicked tone in your voice.

‘’Y/N.’’ Stephen repeated more sternly this time.

You got all your books together and attempted to speed right past him out of the door, but like the Adonis of a man he is- he grasped at your arm and stopped you, making your books clatter and thump loudly onto the floor. With any other person, he would be furious that such sacred books are on the floor but with you he'd let just about anything slide. He just wanted to sit you and talk to you.

‘’Please, just sit down.’’ Stephen ushered you back to the antique and your nerves were becoming more and more frayed by the second

‘’Stephen, please I-.’’ You pleaded but he didn't listen- his brash attiude was finally at a comeuppance and you were terrified for the words to come as he finally sat you down and placed himself next to you.

Your breathing was intense and erratic and you couldn't help but roll your eyes.

‘’Avoiding me now, huh?’’ Stephen said with a stupid smirk on his face and you rotated your head just enough to let him know your face was in a defeated almost scowl.

You sighed.

‘’Tell me.’’ He said softly as his fingers twirled at your hair slightly.

A gasp was stuck in your throat at the unexpected action.

‘’I just-‘’ You started and Stephen urged you to continue as he leaned his face forward. ‘’I didn't think you'd want me to be so close to you.’’

You admitted, your mouth finally spitting out the fated words that would seal your course.

‘’Is that it?’’ He guffawed adamently at your foolishness and how he literally thought the opposite. ‘’I think it's fairly obivous that I like being near you.’’

‘’What?’’ Your face couldn't contain your surprise, your eyes widened as yours met his glassy blues. They were vastly daunting and full of mischief, vivid with dark hues in a way you'd never seen.

Stephen traced his hands over yours lightly and you shivered at the touch, he finally caved and intertwined his fingers with yours and to his surprise you mirrored him. His gaze lingered on the soft curve of your lips and kissing you is all he could think about. You were sure this was an impossibility, the tension here wasn't platonic.

‘’Is this what this is about? You think that last night was a mistake?���’

You were seriously about to burst into hysterics. Your hands were flailing with a mind of their own and you felt your vocal chords were kicked into overdrive.

‘’I just felt like I overstepped and-‘’ Stephen cut you off with his lips, his soft lips that were hard against yours, his hands went to cradle the supple skin of your jaw and a gasp fell into his mouth. Your felt your inhibations leave you at an instant, your reality was crashing in on itself harder the longer his lips were on yours. As if time was warped, your hands finally scraped up into his hair and tugged on it. Stephen finally had that hit of you that he so craved from you, he was sentient enough to pull away however

He stared into the horizon of your eyes, blinking up at him in unbridled surprise. The fact he was inches away from your face made heat swell in your panties, you became increasingly aware you were wearing shorts. Very short and tight.

‘’Is this overstepping?’’ Stephen gritted out softly against your plump lips. You gawked at him.

‘’I wasn't sure if-‘’You whispered but he cut you off again.

‘’-I wanted you more than that?’’

You nodded.

‘’I think I've gone mad just thinking about you, thinking about how much I need your presence alone. I've gone mad with how much I missed you today.’’ Stephen's honesty was so exhilerating even though it surprised you completely. You were sure your eyes were black with need.

‘’Need me...?’’ Your fingers played with his hair as your arms rested on his shoulders.

‘’Mhm.’’ He mumbled.

‘’And.. miss me?’’ You smirked.

‘’Every bit of you.’’ He breathed and it made you kiss him in response, your lips were sealed against his. It was reaffirming. Stephen thought you tasted devine as your tongues tangled wetly like two snakes.

You climbed on top of him and straddled his lap, his large hands pinched at your waist and travelled down to your hips and ultimately the place he wanted to get his hands on the most- your ass. He slapped at it and it made you breathe a chuckle against his mouth. You had such a perky ass and he loved it when you would absentmindedly flaunt it around. Now it was his to play with. Your hands were pulling desperately tugging against the collar of his plain tee. He reached behind him and pulled it off and your nails scraped against his torso.

‘’We're in the library.’’ Stephen laughed at the compromising situation.

You responded by harshly stuffing your hand in his sweats.

‘’Oh, you're gonna ride me in the library? Brave girl.’’ He cooed and slapped your ass again, you groaned into his skin as you rapidly kissed his neck, peppering it with intense bites. Stephen groaned out raggedly. He could literally read your mind.

He pulled off your vest and your tits bounced out. He instantly buried his face into your cleavage and started tugging on your nipples with his teeth. Your fingers carded through his hair as your head fell back in pleaure, mouth agape. Stephen knew exactly what to do with his mouth.

‘’Fuck..’’ You moaned out.

It was tricky getting your shorts off in this position but you finally worked your magic and got them off as well as your underwear. You were naked under his gaze and he was damn near salivating. The fact that he wanted you as much as you wanted him was only just starting to settle now.

As you tugged his cock out of the confines of his sweats, you were bewildered by the sheer size of it. Your mouth popped open as you witnessed firsthand Stephen's well endowed appendage. It was curved and thick and you were sure it would fill you up to the brim.

‘’Give me what I need.’’ Stephen challenged and you were more than willing to giveit.

You sunk down on him, slightly teasing him with your warm wetness before fully sitting on him. His grip on your waist was a tight burning sensation and it made your insides melt at the feeling. Stephen's head was hung back as you began grinding those malleable hips of yours on him, he was in you so deep it was bordering on painful. But the sting was delectable.

As you began bouncing and grinding harder, Stephen took your nipple in his mouth and tugged on it brutally again. He was filling you up to the hilt and the thought of being inside you was making him go insane. The beautiful look on your face as you just kept rutting against him made him go limp and tense at the same time- he wish he could get that expression of you tattooed on his body. He does have a photographic memory however, that was close enough. Stephen could revisit this moment any time he pleased. Your hair was a mess and so was his, probably due to the sex induced air.

‘’Stephen!’’ His name sounded so sweet on your tongue.

You kept calling out his name before he clamped his hand over your mouth so you didn't wake anyone. His skin buzzed as you began moaning and moaning like a broken record stuck on loop. The pleading look in your eyes was an indicator that you were about to finish and the way you were clenching on his cock only reinforced that delicious fact.

‘’You gonna cum sweetheart?’’ He breathed.

You nodded and moaned furiously, it sounded like a choked desperate gargle.

‘’Cum on me.’’

Stephen demanded through a growl, and like clockwork that did you in.

You gushed onto his cock and it was like you were leaking onto him like a faucet. Your sex filled gaze was maddening and intense, that look of pure unbridled need is something that will be etched in his brain forever that alone made him cum into you with a cuss.

Your pants were excessive but you have never been fucked that deeply before. It was understandble.

‘’I hope this is enough to convince you that I like being close to you too.’’ You said as you pressed your forehead against his, large arms wrapping around you tighter in the process.

‘’Did I overstep?’’ Stephen pouted in faux mockery

"You should overstep more often.’’