#insecure Stephen strange

[popcorn-plots]

angsty PalmerStrange smut with a/b/o dynamics? bottom Stephen Strange? Insecurities and unconditional love?

if you don't like it, then don't read it. if you do like it, enjoy! tissues will be provided ;)

[xenocorner]

"My hands aren't pretty"

"They are the prettiest"

I am sorry for my self shipping sins

[doctorstrangeaskblog]

have you found a soulmate? and I'm not talking like, I'm marrying this bitch right fucking now soulmate. I'm talking about, someone you can trust enough to show any part of you, without fear that they will inevitably leave you at some point. If you have, who and how?

I hide parts of me even from myself...

Soulmate in the sense you're saying...nope.

[brunchable]

Untamed Chaos [Request] || Doctor Strange x Scarlet Witch!reader.

Genre: Oneshot, Light-hearted romance, Teacher/Student Words: 5.4K The Request: a fanfic where the reader is Scarlet Witch and she is very insecure and afraid of her powers and Stephen Strange helps her control her powers. A/N: First request in such a long time. I mayhaps liked this idea a bit too much I got carried away but I hope it can make someone's day. Thank you to the GIF creator. For @honeymoon-salvatore

You've always been afraid of your powers. They are immense, unpredictable, and often seem to have a will of their own. It wasn't until the incident in your hometown that you truly understood the magnitude of your abilities. 

You had only meant to defend yourself, but in the blink of an eye, the entire street had been engulfed in a swirling vortex of energy, leaving destruction in its wake. The fear and confusion in the eyes of those around you still haunt your dreams.

Since then, you've kept your distance from people, isolating yourself to prevent any further harm. Your powers feel like a ticking time bomb, always on the verge of exploding. 

You can't control them, not fully, and the unpredictability is what scares you the most. One moment, you could be sitting peacefully, and the next, you could be unintentionally causing objects to levitate or shatter around you.

You've tried to manage them on your own, practicing in secret, but the progress has been slow and often discouraging. Each failed attempt chips away at your confidence, leaving you feeling more vulnerable and isolated. The frustration builds within you, feeding into the fear, creating a vicious cycle that's hard to break.

You often find yourself alone, both physically and emotionally. The isolation is a double-edged sword; it keeps others safe from your powers, but it also leaves you without support, without someone to reassure you that you're not a monster. You yearn for connection, for someone to understand your struggle, but the risk of hurting someone is too great. The potential destruction you could cause keeps you at a distance, even from those you care about the most.

In moments of despair, you imagine a life where your powers are not a curse but a gift, where you can use them without fear. But those are just dreams, far removed from your current reality. Every day is a battle against yourself, against the fear that one wrong move could lead to disaster. You live with the constant reminder that you are different, that you are dangerous, and that there might never be a place for you in the world as you are.

Despite the fear and the isolation, there's a flicker of hope within you. A hope that maybe, just maybe, someone out there can help you. Someone who understands what it's like to wield such power and can guide you in controlling it. This hope leads you to the doors of the Sanctum Sanctorum, but standing there, you hesitate. Your hand hovers over the grand door, and a wave of shame washes over you. What if Doctor Strange sees you as a lost cause? What if he thinks you're too dangerous to be helped?

× × × × 

As you approach the grand doors, your heart races with anticipation. You take a deep breath, steadying yourself before knocking firmly. The sound echoes in the silence, and the massive doors creak open seemingly on their own, revealing the grand entrance hall bathed in dim, mystical light.

At the top of the sweeping staircase, Stephen stands tall, his presence commanding and imposing. His cape flows dramatically behind him, catching the light in a way that makes it seem almost alive.

“Ah, I’ve been expecting you,” he says with a knowing smile.

“Expecting me?” you ask, chuckling sheepishly. You can’t shake the feeling of shame that lingers, making you want to shrink away.

“Yes. I could sense your presence,” he replies, descending the stairs. “And besides, you’re not exactly subtle.”

You manage a small, nervous laugh, looking down at your feet. “I actually came to ask for your help, Doctor Strange. My powers… they’re out of control. I-I don’t know how to handle them.”

“Hmm.” Stephen nods, his expression turning serious but not unkind. “Come with me. Let’s see what we can do.”

As he turns to lead you deeper into the Sanctum, you can't help but blurt out, “Are we starting already?”

Stephen glances back at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “No, we're going to have a tea party first. What do you think?”

You roll your eyes but feel a bit of the tension ease away. “Very funny.”

“I thought so,” he replies with a smirk, leading you to the doors that lead to Kamar-Taj.

The morning air at Kamar-Taj is crisp and fresh, the early sunlight casting a warm glow over the ancient courtyard. Birds chirp in the distance as you and Stephen stand in the center of the tranquil space.

“First things first,” he says, “Do you know the true nature of your powers?”

You nod, feeling a familiar weight settle on your shoulders. “I know. But I don’t know how to control them. It’s like trying to tame a storm.”

He nods, seeming to have expected that answer. “Your powers are unlike any other. They’re rooted in something very ancient and very potent—chaos magic.”

“How do I control something that’s inherently chaotic?” You sigh, looking down at your hands, a flicker of crimson energy dancing across your fingertips. 

“By understanding it, accepting it, and learning to channel it. It’s not about suppressing your emotions, but rather, learning to use them to your advantage.” Stephen steps closer, his voice gentle but firm.

“That’s easier said than done.” You scoff, frustration coloring your voice.

Stephen raises an eyebrow. “Is it? Or are you just making excuses?”

You glare at him, but there is no malice in your eyes. “You’re really good at this comforting thing, aren’t you?”

"I try," he says with a smirk, “Look Y/N you came here asking for my help. I know the media doesn’t really paint you. . . gracefully. So, from now on try not to let your self-doubt eat you up.”

You look down. Even though that was a hard pill to swallow, he was right.

“Come with me.” He leads you to a secluded area of the courtyard, where ancient runes are etched into the stone floor. 

“This area should have ample space to practice powerful magic. It will be a safe place for you to practice control.”

You nod, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. 

“First, we’ll start with some basic exercises. Focus on your breathing, and let your mind clear. Feel the energy within you, but don’t try to control it yet—just observe.” Stephen begins to demonstrate, weaving his hands through the air, creating intricate patterns of golden light. 

You close your eyes, following his instructions. You can feel the familiar hum of your powers beneath your skin, a constant presence that you're trying to grow accustomed to. Slowly, you begin to breathe in rhythm with the energy, letting it flow through you without trying to shape it.

“Good, you learn quickly.” Stephen’s voice breaks through your concentration. “Now, open your eyes and focus on a single point in front of you. Imagine your energy flowing towards that point, like a stream of water.”

You do as he says, but suddenly, a surge of power rushes through you, causing your body to twitch while you attempt to contain it. Your eyes snap open in panic. Your powers spiral out of control. Crimson energy begins to swirl around you, leaves and dust spiraling  around leaving you at its center. The ground trembles, and a strong wind whips through the trees around you.

"Dammit!" you shout, sinking to your knees as you try to contain the chaos. "I can’t do this, Doctor. It’s too much."

Before you can even process what's happening, Stephen is already moving, his hands weaving complex patterns in the air. Golden bands of light appear, encircling the wild energy and containing it. Sweat beads on his forehead from the effort, but his eyes remain focused and determined.

“Stay with me, Y/N,” he calls out, his voice straining as he tries to contain your powers. “You can do this. Focus on my voice.”

You try to calm your racing heart, taking deep breaths as you attempt to regain control. The golden bands tighten around the chaotic energy, slowly but surely bringing it under control. 

Finally, the room falls silent, the wild energy dissipating into the air. Stephen kneels beside you, his hand on your shoulder. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he says softly. “It’s okay to struggle. You’re learning, and that takes time.”

You look up at him, your eyes glistening, “What if I hurt someone? What if I hurt you in the process?”

“You won’t,” he assures you, placing a hand on your shoulder, “Relax, it’s okay. You’re safe.”

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. “I’m sorry, Stephen. It just… it just got away from me.”

He smiles reassuringly. “It’s all part of the process. Let’s try again.”

You picture the crimson energy within you, flowing outwards in a controlled stream. To your surprise, the energy responds, a thin tendril of red mist extending from your hand and touching the ground where you’re looking.

“Excellent. Now, try to maintain that flow, but gradually increase the intensity.” Stephen smiles, clearly pleased with your progress.

You concentrate, feeling the energy surge within you. The tendril of light thickens, glowing brighter as more power flows through it. You can feel the wildness of the chaos magic, but it no longer feels overwhelming—it’s like riding a powerful wave, guiding it with subtle movements.

“Remember, your emotions are your fuel,” Stephen reminds you. “Channel your focus, your determination, and your control into the magic.”

You nod, feeling a growing confidence. The energy flows more smoothly now, the thread of light dancing in intricate patterns at your command. It’s exhilarating, feeling the power within you and knowing that you’re in control.

“Alright,” Stephen says, taking a step back, his expression serious. “Now, let’s test your control under pressure. I’ll create some moving targets, and I want you to hit them with precise bursts of energy.”

He raises his hands, and several glowing orbs appear, floating in a precise formation. They begin to move, weaving through the air in unpredictable patterns. “Focus, Y/N. Use your emotions to guide your power.”

You take a deep breath, focusing on the first target. You extend your hand, and a tendril of crimson light shoots out, striking the orb dead center. It shatters in a burst of golden sparks.

Stephen nods approvingly. “Good. Now, try the next one.”

You move to the second target, feeling a surge of confidence. This time, you channel a stronger burst of energy, the crimson light brighter and more intense. The orb explodes, scattering shards of light in all directions.

As you continue, the targets move faster, their patterns more erratic. You struggle to keep up, the energy within you becoming harder to control. Sweat beads on your forehead, and your breath comes in shallow gasps.

“Stay focused,” Stephen encourages.

But the pressure mounts, and the chaos magic within you begins to surge again. One of the targets moves unexpectedly close to Stephen, and in a moment of panic, you release a powerful burst of energy.

The crimson tendril lashes out, striking Stephen’s arm before you can stop it. He stumbles back, a pained expression crossing his face as blood begins to seep from a cut on his arm.

“Oh my god, Stephen!” you cry out his name accidentally, rushing to his side. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—”

“Don't. It was an accident.” He grits his teeth, his hand applying pressure to the wound.

You remained quiet, even though guilt is a close friend of yours, it still felt corrosive. 

× × ×

The morning training session had taken a turn you hadn’t anticipated. Now, sitting in the quiet, dimly lit infirmary at Kamar-Taj, the reality of your lack of control weighs heavily on you. Stephen sits on a low bench, his shirt discarded to reveal a nasty gash on his arm, inflicted by your uncontrolled magic. 

His Cloak of Levitation hovers nearby, holding the first aid kit with its hem, seeming to watch over him protectively.

“Let’s get this cleaned up,” Stephen says, his voice smooth despite the pain. He gestures to the hovering Cloak, which gently extends the first aid kit towards you. “Can you take the antiseptic and bandages?”

You quickly reach for the items, your hands shaking slightly. “I’m so sorry.”

“Y/N, it’s okay,” he interrupts gently, a small smile playing on his lips despite the grimace of pain.

“Let me help.” You kneel beside him, the sight of the deep cut making your stomach churn. The Cloak hovers closer, as if wanting to assist but unsure how. Stephen takes the antiseptic from you, but you gently place your hand over his. 

He nods, relinquishing the bottle. 

You pour the antiseptic onto a cloth and carefully dab it on the wound. Stephen hisses, his muscles tensing under your touch. His skin is warm, the contours of his body highlighted in the soft light of the infirmary. You try to focus on the task at hand, but it’s hard not to notice how close you are, how vulnerable he seems.

“Sorry,” you whisper, your voice trembling.

He reaches out with his uninjured hand, gently tilting your chin up so you meet his eyes. “Y/N, it was an accident. I know you wouldn't mean to hurt me.”

You nod, feeling a bit more at ease with his reassurance. Carefully, you finish cleaning the wound and reach for the bandages. The Cloak, as if sensing your need, floats closer, offering the bandages to you from its folds.

As you wrap the bandage around his arm, you can’t help but ask, “Does it hurt a lot?”

“I’ve had worse. Much worse.”

You can’t help but smile at his attempt to lighten the mood. “Well, you’re lucky I didn’t turn you into a frog or something.”

Stephen laughs, the sound filling the small infirmary. “I think I'd rather handle a few cuts and bruises. But I appreciate the concern.”

“There. All done.” You finish wrapping the bandage and tie it off, your fingers lingering on his skin for a moment longer than necessary. 

Stephen flexes his arm slightly, testing the bandage, “Now I have a new scar to show off. Women dig scars, right?”

“Well, it certainly adds to your mystique.” You laugh, the sound a bit shaky but genuine. 

He chuckles, standing up and pulling you to your feet with his good arm, “Go get some rest and clear your mind. Don't wallow too much on this. Really, I'm fine.”

× × × × 

The days turn into weeks. You find yourself growing more confident in your abilities, but there are still moments where the fear and frustration overwhelm you. Stephen’s consistent support and guidance have been invaluable, and you've begun to see glimpses of what your powers could be if fully controlled. However, the road to mastery is far from smooth.

One afternoon, while practicing a particularly challenging spell, your powers spiral out of control. The room around you blurs as a surge of energy erupts from within, sending you flying across the room. You crash into a stone wall with a sickening thud, the impact knocking the wind out of you. Pain radiates from your shoulder as you realize it’s dislocated. Before you can even catch your breath, you hear a creaking sound above you and look up to see a massive pillar beginning to topple over.

Panic courses through you, but before you can react, a burst of golden light encases the pillar, stopping it mid-fall. You turn to see Stephen, his hands outstretched and eyes glowing with a focused intensity as he uses his magic to stabilize the structure.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice steady despite the obvious strain.

You nod, still dazed from the impact. “I... I think so,” you stammer, though the pain in your shoulder is excruciating.

He waves his hands, and the pillar rights itself, settling back into place with a groan of stone against stone. Only then does he turn his full attention to you, his expression softening as he kneels beside you.

“You scared the hell out of me,” he admits, “Let me see your shoulder.”

You wince as he gently examines it. “I think it’s dislocated,” you say through gritted teeth.

Stephen nods, his expression serious. “We need to fix this. It’s going to hurt, but I’ll make it as quick as possible.”

You brace yourself, biting your lip as he carefully but firmly maneuvers your shoulder back into place. A sharp, intense pain shoots through you, and you can’t help but cry out. But just as quickly as the pain flares, it begins to subside as Stephen’s magic soothes the injured area.

"Better?" he asks, his voice gentle.

You nod, tears of pain and relief streaming down your face. "Thank you," you whisper, leaning against him for support.

Stephen clenched his jaw when he suddenly felt his heart racing. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close. “You’re incredibly brave, you know that?”

You manage a small, shaky laugh. “I don’t feel very brave.”

He pulls back slightly to look into your eyes, his expression earnest. “You are. You’re facing your fears and pushing through the pain. That takes real courage.”

“I couldn’t do this without you, Stephen.” Tears well up in your eyes again, this time from gratitude and the overwhelming emotion of the moment, “Thank you.”

He smiles softly, brushing a tear from your cheek. “You’re not alone. We’ll get you there.”

After that grueling session, you collapse onto a sofa in the library, exhausted. It was worth every sweat though as you felt being more in control compared to when you first set foot in the Sanctum. 

“Here, this will help,” Stephen joins you, handing you a cup of tea and sitting down beside you.

You take a sip, the warmth of the tea soothing your frayed nerves. “Thanks,” you murmur, glancing at him. “For everything.”

He smiles, his gaze warm. “It’s my pleasure.”

A comfortable silence settles between you, the flickering firelight casting soft shadows around the room. The warmth from the fire is a stark contrast to the chill in the air outside, and you pull a blanket tighter around yourself as you sip the tea Stephen prepared. The aroma of the tea mingles with the scent of old books and the faint trace of incense, creating an atmosphere that feels both intimate and soothing.

You find yourself drawn to Stephen, not just because of his wisdom and strength, but because of the kindness and patience he shows you every day. His presence has become a source of comfort, a steady anchor in the tumultuous sea of your emotions and powers. Yet, as the days pass, you've also become acutely aware of the growing attraction you have for him. Maybe because you never knew about this side of Stephen.

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, admiring the way the firelight dances across his features, casting shadows that highlight the sharp angles of his face. There's a certain grace to the way he moves, even in the simplest of actions like turning the pages of a book or adjusting his cloak. You wonder if he's aware of how often your eyes linger on him, how your heart races whenever he looks at you with those piercing blue eyes.

Stephen breaks the silence, his voice low and gentle. “You've been making remarkable progress. You should be proud of yourself.”

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “I couldn't have done it without you,” you admit, your gaze meeting his. “You've been my rock through all of this.”

He chuckles softly, the sound sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. “I'm just doing what any decent teacher would do.”

“No,” you say, shaking your head. “It's more than that. You've been patient and understanding, even when I wanted to give up.”

Stephen's eyes soften, and he reaches out, placing a hand over yours. The touch is light, but it sends a jolt of electricity through you. 

“You have an incredible strength within you,” he says quietly. “Sometimes it just takes someone else to help you see it.”

Your breath catches in your throat, the intensity of his gaze making it hard to look away. You can feel the tension building between you, a magnetic pull that draws you closer. The room feels smaller, the air charged with unspoken emotions.

"Stephen," you begin, your voice barely above a whisper, "I... I don't know how to thank you for everything you've done."

He smiles, a tender expression that makes your heart skip a beat. "You don't need to thank me," he replies. "Seeing you grow and gain confidence is thanks enough."

The fire crackles, filling the silence that stretches between you. You can feel your pulse quicken, your mind racing with thoughts and emotions. You want to tell him how much he means to you, how his presence has become a source of light in your life. But the words stick in your throat, your nerves getting the better of you.

As if sensing your hesitation, Stephen moves closer, his hand still resting on yours. "It's okay," he murmurs. "You don't have to say anything."

You weren’t sure if you were hallucinating, but you felt him drawing closer to you, his breath heavy and hot. The space between you seemed to shrink with each passing second, your heart pounding louder in your ears. His eyes, intense and unwavering, locked onto yours, creating a magnetic pull that you couldn't resist.

Your mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions—anticipation, fear, desire—all blending into a heady mix that left you breathless. His presence was overwhelming, his scent intoxicating, and you felt an inexplicable connection that seemed to transcend the physical space.

Stephen’s hand brushed against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. His touch was both gentle and commanding, grounding you in the moment. You could see the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, mirroring your own. Despite the chaos surrounding you, this moment felt strangely right.

He leaned in, his lips just inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin. You could feel the tension building, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this suspended moment of longing and vulnerability.

Just as his lips were about to meet yours, the sound of footsteps echoed through the room. You both jumped apart, hearts racing, as Wong entered, his expression a mix of curiosity and amusement.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Wong said, raising an eyebrow. “But there’s an urgent matter that requires your attention, Strange.”

Stephen cleared his throat, taking a step back and running a hand through his hair, trying to regain his composure. “Of course, Wong. I’ll be right there.”

Wong nodded, glancing between the two of you with a knowing smile before leaving the room.

You exchanged a look with Stephen, the moment between you lingering in the air. He gave you a small, apologetic smile. 

“We’ll continue this later,” he promised, his voice soft and filled with a mix of regret and hope.

You nodded, your heart still pounding. “I’ll hold you to that.”

As Stephen turned to follow Wong, you couldn’t help but feel a mixture of excitement and apprehension. The connection you felt with him was undeniable, and despite the interruption, you knew that this was just the beginning of something deeper and more profound.

The door closed behind Stephen and Wong, and the room was left in a charged silence. You could still feel the lingering warmth of his presence, the ghost of his touch on your skin. Your mind replayed the moment over and over, heart racing of anticipation.

You sighed and turned towards the window, trying to steady your breath as you watched the city lights twinkle below. The weight of what had just happened, what almost happened, settled over you like a warm blanket. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

A few moments later, you decided to distract yourself by focusing on your training. You knew Stephen would handle whatever urgent matter Wong had brought to his attention, but you needed to regain your composure. The Sanctum's library was quiet and filled with ancient texts and artifacts, a perfect place to lose yourself in study.

You selected a tome on elemental magic, hoping the intricate spells would keep your mind occupied. As you read, the words began to blur, your thoughts drifting back to Stephen. His intense gaze, the way his touch had sent shivers down your spine, and the unspoken promise in his eyes.

Suddenly, a soft knock on the door brought you back to reality. You looked up to see Stephen standing there, his expression a mix of determination and something else—something softer.

“Hey,” he said, stepping into the room. “Sorry about earlier. Wong has impeccable timing, as usual.”

You chuckled, setting the book aside. “It's okay. I understand. Is everything alright?”

He nodded, taking a seat beside you. “Yes, just some minor mystical disturbance. Nothing we couldn't handle.”

A comfortable silence settled between you again, but this time it was tinged with a palpable tension. You could feel the unresolved moment hanging in the air, drawing you closer together. Stephen reached out, taking your hand in his. His touch was warm, reassuring.

“I meant what I said,” he began softly, his eyes locking onto yours. “About continuing this later. I don't want to rush things, but I also don't want to ignore what's happening between us.”

Your heart skipped a beat, his words sending a rush of warmth through you. “I feel the same way, Stephen. It’s actually, kind of. . . really hard to ignore. . .”

Stephen stood and offered you his hand. “Come with me. There's something I want to show you.”

Curious, you took his hand and followed him through the winding corridors of the Sanctum. He led you to a secluded terrace, the city spread out below like a sea of stars. The cool night air was refreshing, and the view was breathtaking.

“This is my favorite spot,” he said, leaning against the railing. “It's where I come to think, to clear my mind.”

You joined him, the two of you standing side by side, looking out over the city. “It's beautiful,” you whispered.

He turned to you, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions. “You make it even more beautiful,” he said softly.

Before you can respond, he leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. The world around you seems to vanish as his lips move against yours, firm yet tender, igniting a fire within you. You respond eagerly, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.

The kiss deepens, growing more urgent and intense. Stephen's arms wrap around your waist, drawing you flush against him, his body warm and solid against yours. You can feel the heat radiating off him, mingling with the crackling energy of your powers, which glow softly around you both, bathing you in a crimson light.

His lips part slightly, and you take the opportunity to explore his mouth with your tongue, eliciting a low groan from him that sends a shiver down your spine. Stephen's hands roam your back, his touch firm and possessive, as if he never wants to let you go. Every touch, every movement sends waves of desire coursing through you.

You press closer, the feeling of his body against yours heightening your senses. His hand slides up to the back of your neck, his fingers threading through your hair, pulling you even deeper into the kiss. The intensity builds, and you feel as though you might melt from the heat of it all.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, Stephen's lips trail down your jawline, planting soft, lingering kisses along the way. You tilt your head back, giving him better access, and he takes full advantage, his mouth finding the sensitive spot just below your ear. His warm breath against your skin sends a thrill through you, and you can't help but moan softly

“Stephen,” you whisper, your voice breathless and filled with longing.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes dark with desire as he gazes at you. “Y/N, I need you,” he says, his voice rough with emotion.

Without another word, you pull him back to you, your lips crashing together in a passionate kiss. You pour all your pent-up emotions into it, the fear, the longing, the love. When you kiss Stephen, the energy around you seems to respond to your emotions, wrapping around the two of you in a protective cocoon of light. His hands grip your waist, and you feel the familiar surge of your powers, the crimson The light shimmers and sparkles, creating a captivating dance of colors that is reflecting the intensity of your connection.

Breathless and flushed, you finally pull away, resting your forehead against his. His eyes, dark and filled with emotion, hold your gaze, and you see your reflection in them, your powers glowing softly around you both.

“I'm so happy you came to me,” Stephen whispers, his voice low and sincere, “And now that I have you, I never want to let you go.”

You smile, feeling a warm sense of certainty. “You don't have to, l'm yours.”

He kisses you again, this time with a gentleness that speaks volumes. It's a promise of unwavering support and love. The crimson energy around you pulses gently, a testament to your newfound control and the harmony between your powers and your emotions.

As you stand there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, you realize that this is just the beginning. With Stephen’s guidance and your own growing confidence, you’re ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead. 

The night air is cool, but the warmth between you keeps the chill at bay. You lean into Stephen, your heart steady and sure. With him by your side, you know you can handle anything the future holds.

Stephen pulls back slightly, a mischievous glint in his eye. “You know,” he says with a smirk, “if you wanted to spend more time together, you could have just asked instead of throwing books around.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Oh, so now my out-of-control powers are just an excuse to see you more?”

He raises an eyebrow, still smirking. “I wouldn't put it past you.”

“Well, maybe next time I'll aim for the kitchen. Then at least we can have snacks while we train.” You roll your eyes playfully. 

Stephen chuckles, pulling you closer. “Deal. But only if you promise to keep the chaos to a minimum.”

“I'll try,” you say, grinning. “But no promises.”

He smiles, his eyes softening. “That's good enough for me.”

Together, you step back into the Sanctum, ready to embrace the future and the challenges it brings, knowing that with each other, you are unstoppable. 

As you walk through the grand halls, Stephen's hand remains firmly in yours, a silent promise of support and partnership.

“So,” Stephen begins, glancing sideways at you with a sly smile, “what's the next item on our agenda? More power control exercises or should we finally tackle the mystery of the enchanted teapot?”

You laugh, the sound echoing softly in the spacious hallway. “I think the teapot can wait. Besides, I’m pretty sure it's been spying on us for weeks.”

“That would explain a lot. It's always the quiet ones you have to watch out for.” Stephen chuckles.

You squeeze his hand, feeling a sense of normalcy and contentment that you haven’t felt in a long time. “You know, this whole training thing isn’t so bad when you have good company.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Good company, huh? I suppose I should take that as a compliment.”

“Don’t let it go to your head, Doctor,” you tease, nudging him playfully with your shoulder. “But seriously, thank you. For everything.”

Stephen stops walking and turns to face you, his expression sincere. “You don’t have to thank me. I’m just glad I could help. You’ve shown incredible strength and courage, Y/N. And I’m honored to be part of your journey.”

A warmth spreads through you at his words, and you lean in to kiss him softly. “Well, you’re stuck with me now, Sorcerer Supreme. Hope you’re ready for that.”

He grins, a boyish charm lighting up his features. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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Dating Stephen Strange Headcanons

Let's be real, this man is OBSESSED with you.

Stephen is the kind of guy who's either not into you at all or he's absolutely in love with you. There's no in between for him.

When you two got together, Stephen would follow you around, trying to see and remember basic things about you like your everyday habits, what you like and dislike. He did this because he wanted to know what would keep you happy and what wouldn't.

His love language is gift giving. Anytime if you even look at something and your eyes light up, he will remember what that was and will get it for you. No matter the cost.

You always reprimand him for buying something way too expensive for you, but all he replies with is : Darling, you're the most precious thing I have. This is the least I can do for you.

He's a hotshot surgeon, but he holds interest in nobody other than you. You're it for him.

You get jealous of women who tail him around, who can't get it in their heads that he's in a serious, committed relationship with you.

If you start doubting yourself and start feeling insecure, Stephen is always there to reassure you, calm you down, and doesn't even hesitate to show all those women that he belongs to you.

But he also doesn't hesitate to show other men that you belong to him.

Stephen is very possessive, and hates it when any other man gets too close to you. You're his, and no one else gets to be too close for comfort.

If he ever spots you laughing with someone, or talking to someone for too long, he'll try to revert your attention back to him.

God forbid, if he ever finds a man flirting with you or bothering you, his deadly glares with turn into violent punches.

He's also deadly protective, always touching you in some form at public events, and keeping an alert eye on your surroundings, searching if anyone is giving you unwanted attention.

Though you've told him dozens of times that you can protect yourself just fine, he's always unconvinced.

Though he doesn't underestimate you, he just wants to be a man who protects his lady.

He'll be hesitant to introduce to the fellow Avengers because he's worried that you'll be overwhelmed, but you insist that you'll be fine.

You constantly worry about his safety and well-being whenever he's on missions, that's something you cannot stop doing even after tons of reassuring from him.

He's arrogant, and has plenty of anger issues, but you motivate him to be a better person. And he likes it.

Your smile can melt his heart, and he'll keep the world at your feet if you just asked.

Despite being responsible and secretive about his powers, Stephen wouldn't hesitate to use them once in a while to make you feel happy.

You're a gem in Stephen's life, just like he is in yours. You're eternally grateful to have each other, and love each other unconditionally.

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[lokisprettygirl]

Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 36 here/ Series Masterlist

Chapter 37

Summary : Loki reminds you of the time you were made to forget.

Warning: 18+, Smut HUGE Canon divergence (Just me making shit up), timey wimey stuff topics dealing with cheating and falling out of love, infertility, discussion of pregnancy

Since you met Loki things have been strange to say the least, turns out Stephen hadn't invited him to his birthday party for no reason, there was a threat looming over everything in the name of a mad Titan named Thanos but they fixed it, Avengers did, and Loki was one of them now. His popularity had increased since then, he was a hero, he was the one who knew all about Thanos and helped Avengers come up with a plan, he finally had his chance at redemption and you had a feeling he'd forget all about you slowly once he realizes what earth had to offer to him but he didn't.

After the war with Thanos had ended, he was there at your door bruised and hurt, his eyes were teary, for a moment you thought he'd kiss you but he didn't. You had no idea how hard it was for him to resist.

After tending to his wounds-even though he didn't need it, you grabbed a towel and passed it to him and you had no idea why his eyes welled up when you ruffled his hair and asked him to wash his hair. Maybe he didn't like it when you told him that he looked like a pine tree.

The more time you spent with him the more he felt like a dream come true, he was soft and precious but he was also protective and fierce everytime he was in public with you, he wasn't afraid to be seen with you, he treated you as if you belonged to him in every possible way and you didn't know how to feel about that.

He was famous now and you didn't understand why he'd choose you of all people but the way he looked at you at times made you feel as if you were loved so deeply by him but why would he love you that way? It has merely been two months since he knew you.

There was a celebration at the Avengers tower and he wanted to take you with him, you weren't his girlfriend, not yet, so you felt really nervous about it, however you didn't deny the offer, you just wanted to be around him as much as you could, you wanted to cross all the lines of decency and devour him but something held you back, maybe it was fear, you feared that he'd lose his interest in you once he had you in that way.

You had been in the same situation a plenty of times before and you didn't want to ruin this friendship you had built with him so you stayed quiet and kept your feelings to yourself.

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Loki knew he had to tell you the truth sooner or later but he wanted to wait for the right moment, he wanted to gain your trust, your forgotten memories would feel too much at once and he didn't want to scare you away from him or make you feel as if he'd harm you or manipulate you in any ways.

That night at the tower as you accompanied him to the celebration he took you to his room, the room you both had been in countless times in other realities but you didn't remember, that's when he showed you his real self, his jotun form.

He just wanted to see how you'd react when you weren't really in love with him in the way you were before but the moment you hugged his giant blue body so tightly and showed no sign of discomfort, whatever miniscule amount of insecurity he had vanished as well.

You were made for him, just for him and he'd never let you go again.

"Happy birthday darling" you smiled as you heard his voice on the phone, so deep and raspy, his voice was one of the many countless reasons you were awake at night these days with your fingers playing with yourself.

"Thank you mister..you said you'd come see me but I don't see you here" you mumbled softly, you were in the kitchen making a cup of tea for yourself, you weren't really enthusiastic about turning 37 but having a new friend in life, a friend that actually cared about you was nice, you had no idea how you'd get over him if someday he'd leave you as well.

"You'd see me if you come to the door" as soon as he said that you leaped towards the door and there he was, in a fancy suit while you looked your usual homeless self. That was another thing you didn't quite understand, he never made you feel as if you had to pretend to be something you were not in front of him.

"What's the occasion?" You asked him as you looked at his fancy self so he smiled and walked closer to you to kiss your forehead.

"It's your birthday and I want to take you somewhere"

"I have to get ready?" you groaned so he cupped your cheeks and kissed the top of your head this time, his soft little kisses always made you yearn for more.

"You can come with me just the way you are love, you look beautiful" he mumbled in your ears as he kissed your cheek, you felt your skin tingling, one of these days you were going to cross all those boundaries you had confined yourself in.

"I'm not going out like this lo" he chuckled as you said that, you asked him to sit down on the couch as you went to the bedroom to change.

He liked this new place you had now but he didn't like it as much as he liked your old tiny apartment. He missed that place and if he was going to tell you the truth, it would be right there. That's where he had ended up the first time, that's when he had seen the prettiest girl in all of existence.

The place that had changed the course of his life should also be the one to change yours.

Once you got ready he teleported you both to your old place, just outside the door.

"Are we here to see Mrs Geller?" You chuckled as you asked him so he shook his head and took out a key to open the apartment you used to live in for what felt like ages ago.

"Why do you have the key?" There was a look of confusion on your face so he smiled to assure you, he hoped he wasn't coming across as a deranged killer.

"I own it now"

"You do?"

"Yes sweetheart"

As you entered the apartment you couldn't believe your eyes, you had left this place when you got married to Stephen, other tenants arrived and left in the meantime so you were surprised to see it look the same way you used to keep it, the furniture and by furniture you meant that ugly little sofa was still there, it even had the tiny little bed you had bought for yourself which surprised you because you had a feeling the other tenant had replaced it..

"I used to live here"

You turned around to look at him so he smiled,

"I know..do you trust me?" he asked you as he approached you so you nodded almost immediately. You trusted him with all your heart.

"What's going on lo?" You asked him softly, you did feel a bit apprehensive of the situation but it wasn't because of him, deep down in your heart you knew he'd never hurt you.

He hesitated before speaking, trying to find the right words to convey what he needed to say. "I need to tell you something important," he finally began. "It may be a lot to take in, and I know it's not easy, but it's something that happened to us, to me and you"

He looked at you with a mix of nervousness and excitement , not wanting to overwhelm you

"What do you mean? I don't understand" He cupped your cheeks and placed his forehead down on yours, his thumbs grazed over your cheekbones gently,

"Have you ever felt as if you were missing something, a part of your life that you couldn't remember?" He asked you softly and he could see the conflicting look in your eye,

"I did..all my life but more since I got older..i ..what's going on lo?" You asked him, suddenly feeling extremely anxious about what was to come..

"This is going to feel a lot at once my darling, but I need you to put your faith in me" Before you could say something else his fingers grazed over your temples and you finally recalled everything you had forgotten. Was it really forgotten or you never ever lived it at all? You couldn't figure it out just yet, he wasn't wrong it did feel overwhelming.

You saw it all, you went back to 2012 and you were here in the kitchen threatening him with a knife and then you remembered everything that had happened between you two after that. The friendship that bloomed, falling in love with each other..visit from Stephen and other Loki, reversing the timeline and then losing him again and then again, you suddenly had all those memories including the life you had lived in the past few years.

Your head was threatening to explode so you took a step away from him, he could tell that you felt scared of the situation and were trying to rationalize it, that's why he had to remember you because this would have been so much more difficult if he didn't.

"Princess"

You broke down into a fit of cry as he addressed you like that, the memories hit you like a wave in that moment and you weren't sure if you wanted to hold on or get swept away in it. It was like being pulled in two directions at once - you wanted to hold on to the memories and not forget, but at the same time, the pain and heartbreak that came with those memories was almost too much to bear. You weren't sure if you wanted to cling to the past or let it go, but either way, you knew that this moment would change everything.

"What is going on" you gulped as you questioned him, voice choked on your own tears, that was all you could manage to say to him.

Seven years you had been separated from him, for seven years you had to suffer just so the world could go on and be the way it was destined to be.

"I know it's a lot to take in sweetheart"

"You bet it is..i ..I don't...Oh god" you felt dizzy and he was immediately by your side to grab a hold of you, he'd never let you fall again "How did i…how could I forget you like that? Lokiii ..how couldn't i remember you..whyy didn't i remember you?" you whimpered as you looked up at him.

If you loved him so deeply then how did you forget?

"Because that's how it was supposed to be my love.. none of this was your fault" he placed his forehead down on yours and allowed you to cry because he knew after this he'd never ever make you cry like this again.

When you didn't remember him you felt so hollow and it all made sense now but now that you did remember him you couldn't fathom how you had gone seven years without him. It felt impossible.

"Please tell me we are going to be okay now, please I can't..I can't do this again baby" the pet name rolled off your lips so naturally that it didn't even make you flinch, all of a sudden you felt as if the life you had been living in the past seven years was an alternate reality that has never happened to you,

"I'm never ever leaving you again..I gave you my word didn't i? I'd tear apart the multiverse if it means I'd get to have you by my side"

He assured you and as he felt your arms around him everything was back to how it was supposed to be. He picked you up in his arms and walked towards the bed to lay you down on it, your face looked swollen from all the crying and he found it so adorable, as he took his jacket off you thought he was going to make love to you but as soon as he laid down next to you and snuggled himself against you, you knew he just needed to hold you in his arms. And you needed it desperately too.

That's how you both stayed there for what felt like hours even though it's barely been minutes..

"Lo?"

"Mmm"

"Who made you remember? Did she come?" You asked him so he looked at you and his eyes were filled with tears,

"She didn't have to make me remember" he propped himself on his elbows as he rubbed his face with his hand,

"What do you mean?"

"My memories weren't erased, i wanted to remember" you sat up on the bed as he said that, he had a feeling this would make you upset.

"Why? Why did you remember?" You asked him, you were shocked to say the least,

"So I could make you remember me when the right time would come..i didn't want to live without your memories.. didn't want to take a risk . I wanted to make sure I'd end up here with you" your eyes teared up so you crawled towards him and hugged him tightly,

"You remembered? How did you..god lo" you couldn't understand how he went seven years this way, waiting for the right moment to come back to you, you don't think you'd have been so strong and able to do the same and maybe that's why you had to forget him.

As you pulled away you kissed him as lovingly as you could and he pressed his head between the crook of your neck to suck on the soft exposed skin, your eyes fixated at the kitchen area and it felt surreal.

Time had come full circle.

Being here with him in the apartment where you had seen him the first time felt unreal, it felt like a dream but it was your reality, a beautiful reality that you'd get to live now.

"Do you want to do this?" He asked softly, always needing your consent even though his fingers were already fiddling with the zipper of your dress, instead of answering him with words you took his shirt off and that was all he needed.

He laid you down on the bed and he didn't even need to do much, you were already dripping wet for him so he waved his fingers and there was a condom in his hand,

"It's old..I sure hope it won't rip sweetheart"

You chuckled as he said that before your eyes teared up as you remembered something.

"It's ok..I can't..ummm I'm not really fertile" you gulped as you told him that but instead of a frown or worry there was a smile on his face,

"You are perfectly fertile my love"

"No you don't understand – with Stephen ..we tried ..i–" he placed his finger on your lips as you began to stutter.

"Shhhhh don't remind me of the fact that he got to touch you like that"

"I'm sorry..I'm sorry..did you ummm..did you sleep with other people?"

"Nooooo.."

"You haven't had sex in seven years?" Your eyes widened in surprise as you questioned him, sure he remembered you but he was a man, with needs, how did he not give into the temptations?

"You really think I'd betray you like that princess?"

"Lokiii..i wouldn't..god i love you" you wrapped your arms around his neck as you pulled him closer to you to kiss him, a gasp escaped your lips as he slipped his cock inside you at the same time, building up a slow rhythm he kept his eyes on you, reeling in every second of this glorious moment..

"Haven't you noticed something?" He asked you so you looked at him intently,

"What?'

"You haven't aged a day since you turned thirty?"

"I have..I'm older now lo" you giggled and norns he had missed all of this so badly he still felt as if he was in a dream.

"You feel that way but you don't look so" your eyes flickered in confusion as he said that, "That last day..the last time we fucked against your wardrobe, I did something to you.. without your permission and I'd apologise but I'm not even apologetic about it"

"What do you mean?" You smiled as you questioned, nothing he said would faze you anymore he had figured but he needed to come clean.

"I didn't use contraception that night, you remember?"

"Mmm" you mumbled as you tucked his hair behind his ears,

"I took you as my mate, not just as a god but as a Jotunn. We are a different species altogether, destined to have one partner for life, one to wed and mate with until death do us part. I planted my seed within you, it's waiting to be flourished whenever you'd become ready to be the mum, and from that moment on, you became my chosen one, unable to have another man's children"

Your mouth stayed open as you processed the information, that's why you weren't able to get pregnant even though your body was completely healthy "I'm sorry I made that decision for you, you can choose to leave yourself out whenever you desire princess, I'd never ever force you to be with me"

"Shutup ..lo" you flipped him underneath you as he said that, your hips rolled back and forth as you began to ride him slowly. Was this supposed to make you upset? You didn't know, Maybe you'd have felt so if it was some other man but you knew loki would never ever do anything to hurt you "You could have just told me lo"

"You wouldn't have remembered"

"I know..did you do it to stop me from aging? Holy shit am I immortal now?"

"Not immortal..you'd just age the same way I do"

"Thousands of years…together?" Your eyes teared up as you looked at him so he cupped your cheeks and as his thumb grazed over your lips you sucked on his digit and an indecent moan escaped his throat,

"Forever my love, you'd be mine forever..that's not why I did it though" you looked at him confused as he said that, "It was atrocious enough that I had to watch you belong to another man for those years, there's no way I'd have allowed him to breed you in such a way"

You smiled as he said that, he was so possessive and you loved that. As you made love to him all night, you still felt as if you were in a fever dream where everything was going your way and you were living the life you had always desired but for once life was on your side. For once time was your friend.

It all made sense now, you were destined to be his forever, that's why you had felt so lonely all your life, feeling as if you were missing a part of your existence, now you knew he always had it with him.

"I dated Mark Johnson" your eyes widened as you remembered that, before you married Strange you dated this other doctor for a while, he was nice but he wasn't the love of your life, none of them were.

Everything made sense now, you gave Loki the fake name in the first timeline because you were supposed to date a man with the same name in the future, the future Loki you met in the first reality one was this same Loki that was underneath you at the moment who went to the alternate reality to warn him of his own future.

"Marry me darling..I can't take it no more..I need to tell the world you belong to me" he asked you as he pulled out a ring out of nowhere, you remembered the ring, it was the same one he had given you before, but this time you knew he belonged to you the way you belonged to him, he had waited and he was only yours for seven years.

All the fears, the trauma, the insecurities you had vanished in that moment. You knew you'd marry him for the reasons this time.

You remembered what Loki had told you, your loki, this loki, he knew.

"So will we really get married in the future?"

"In six months of meeting each other"

It all made sense now.

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Note: Just one more chapter left/ more like an epilogue.

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My favorite fanfics!

Loki Friggason [Marvel]

Dancing in the dark (with you between my arms) by @holymultiplefandomsbatman [Fluff]

Paper rings by @cherryrogers [Pure fluff]

Back in your arms by @sarahscribbles [starts angsty but happiest fluffiest ending]

Remus Lupin [Marauders Era]

I don't want them. I want you by @theemporium [Fluff, Marriage, Drunk!Remus]

You are in love by @starstruckmoony [fluff]

Red by @jamespottersdaisy [Banter, fluff]

Gold Rush by @jamespottersdaisy [pure fluff]

Hiccups and hijinks by @dreaminginpastels [Plus-size!Reader, fluff, mutual pining, mentions of insecurity and self-doubt]

Jealous Prof!Reader by @turvi [Fluff, wife!Reader]

Let me help by @jamespottersdaisy [bad mental health, eating disorder?, angst]

Remus saying "I love you" to the for the first time by @theemporium [xReader, pure fluff]

Remus taking care of Drunk!Reader by @theemporium [Potter!Reader, Drunk!Reader, Soft Remus]

Remus being soft only with reader near fullmoons by @lizard-onawindowpane [Pure fluff]

Calm after the storm by @earthgirl616 [enemies to lovers, swearing, kissing, mention of blood and wounds]

Pinky Promise by @jamespottersdaisy [Pre and Post Moon!Remus, Remus and reader have a fight]

Our Band Part 1 Part 2 by @wzrd-wheezes [Marauders Band AU, Barista!Reader]

Kaz Brekker [Grishaverse]

Deadly fever by @webslinger-holland [mentions of severe illness, mentions of traumatic childhood, mentions of needles and bloodletting]

Book Club by @rainydaymiscellaneous [fluff, Kaz is in love]

There was this boy... by @mcntsee [Fluff]

Schon by @mcntsee [Kinda ooc Kaz, kaz is ok with y/n’s touch. Stabbing, blood, killing]

Peter Parker [TASM]

Worth Saving by @fettuccin-e [Hurt/Comfort]

Sirius Black [Marauders Era]

I think he knows by @theemporium [potter!reader, fluff, James being a Mood]

Words that slip through by @padfootagain [Fluff, tiny bit of Angst(?)]

For your family by @padfootagain [Fluff, Arrange marriage trope, Soulmate au]

Forced by @sirisuorionblack [Fluff, Arrange Marriage trope, toxic household]

Sirius wants a hug, but doesn't know how to ask by @gtgbabie0 [Fluff, touchstarved Sirius]

Everything has changed by @once-upon-an-imagine [Fluff, Lupin!Reader, Jilly Wedding]

Sirius being jealous of a cat by @theemporium [fluff, jealous!Sirius and *in steve's voice* Language]

A cozy rainy night with Sirius by @theemporium [pure fluff]

James Potter [Marauders era]

Stop flirting with the nurse, it's embarrassing by @perpetuallydaydreaming [Fluff, Siri & Pete being melodramatic]

First Impressions by @jackie5656 [Fluff, Descriptions of assault and attempted assault]

Just to Kiss by @chrryhrt [Frat!James x Reader, Idiots to lovers, friends to lovers, small mention of alcohol]

Regulus Black [Marauders era]

Coward by @sirisuorionblack [Hurt/comfort, Arrange marriage trope, acedemic rivals]

Moon Boys [Moon Knight, Marvel]

Jake Lockley- Cucumber face mask and fist of vengeance by @wysteria-clad [Fluff]

Jack Lockley- dlz by @ichorai [Angst, mild fluff, marriage au]

Marc, Steven and Jake- Clumsy by @marvelsswansong [fluff]

Marc, Steven and Jake- Secret Identities Part 1 Part 2 by @bensolosbluesaber [Fluff, reader is an Avenger]

Benedict Bridgerton [Bridgerton]

Matchmakers by @siempre-bucky [fluff]

Not for him by @iwritefandomimagines [Platonic!Anthony playing matchmaker, Fluff, slight angst]

Second son by @fayes-fics

Druig [Eternals, Marvel]

Druig x Reader by @siempre-bucky [fluff]

Stephen Strange [Marvel]

July 19th by @frostandflamesfanfic [Fluff, Strange being a dad to America]

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Marvel Masterlist

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Steve Rogers

Delusional Steve

Pregnant S/o

Single Parent S/o

Headcannons

Tony Stark vs Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes vs Steve Rogers

Touchy with friends S/o

How Steve spoils S/o

Amnesiac S/o

Nuclear Apocalypse

Killer Steve

Werewolf Steve

Avenger S/o

Rebellious S/o

Steve finding S/o after running away with another man

Hearing S/o sing

S/os friend helping them Escape

Trying to break up with him

S/o goes missing

Steve protecting Villain S/o

Famous S/o

Delusional 50s Fantasy

Clinging onto S/o who doesn’t like being touched

Hospitalized S/o

S/o Framed into Execution

Living in the 40s with S/o

S/o who can die from pregnancy

Bucky/Steve sharing S/o

S/o who is already dating

Insecure S/o

Professor Steve dating College student S/o

necromancer S/o

Haunted House w/ Steve and Bucky

Werewolf Vampire Hybrid Steve

Alien S/o hiding parts of themselves

Ghost Steve communicating through Ouija Board

Figuring out S/os a Lizard human hybrid

S/o suffering from constant headaches

Someone attempting to drug S/o

Model S/o

At a BLM Protest

House spouse S/o

Easily scared S/o who loves horror movies

Doing his makeup when hes asleep

Platonic relationship with his daughter

S/o spending more time with bucky and sam

Magical girl hero S/o

S/o being on team Iron man during civil war

Bucky Barnes

Headcannons

Winning you over

Bucky Barnes vs Natasha Romanoff

S/o that loves their Stalker

Bucky Barnes vs Steve Rogers

Winter Solider Falling for a Civilian

Gore + Torture TW

Hunted Down

Trick or Treating w/ Bucky

Perusing Dating after Hydra

S/o who is affectionate towards friends

Bucky as a Parent

Prioritizing your child over him

Bucky being in college while S/os still in HS

Bucky w/ Daughter, platonic

S/o w/ cystic fibrosis

S/o who is scared of Bucky

Shoving Buckys head into your chest when angry

King Bucky

Soulmate AU

Crush with a shit boyfriend

S/o that loves pampering Bucky

Running away cause Someone broke in

Running away to the Police

Steve/Bucky sharing S/o

Recently freed Bucky taking refuge with you

Cuddlebug S/o

Pro baker S/o

kpop fan Dancer S/o

Halloween Date

Yandere Letter

Haunted House w/ Steve and Bucky

Shy S/o

Werewolf S/o

Witch S/o accidentally turning herself into a cat

Oblivious S/o

Darlings scared of bugs

Petite S/o

Artistic s/o

Getting a handmade blanket from S/o

S/o insecure about their high pitched voice

S/o whos always tired

Treating his wounds

Torture

Touch starved S/o that doesnt know how to show affection

S/o drools in their sleep

Air head S/o

Darling who enjoys being taken care of

S/o whos kidnapped by random people

Fluff Headcannons

“it feels like home when im with you”

S/o who was verbally abused as a kid, made to believe youll never be loved

Darling who has shit friends

Hydra S/o who tries to brainwash him again

S/o who jokes around when nervous

S/o that likes to be carried by his metal arm

S/o with a regular prosthetic arm

S/o got injured trying to escape

General protective HC

Stephen Strange

Using his powers to get his S/o

Chasing S/o down

Insecure S/o  

Single Parent S/o

Apprentice S/o

Jealous of his Cloak

Using his powers on his Dead S/o

Kidnapping S/o

Yandere Cloak

“Be good for me this time. I don’t want to see you cry again.”

Jealous

Patient S/o

Tony Stark vs Stephen Strange

Taking their S/o away from their abusive family

S/o with a flat chest

Red string of fate AU

S/o with PTSD

Oblivious S/o

Apprentice S/o getting hurt

Poly Naga Stephen + Tony

Cannibal S/o

Accident Prone S/o

Comforting Anxious S/o

Watching S/o sleep

S/o getting hurt during a city attack

Healer S/o distrusting him cause they think hes using them

S/o favoring his cape as a coping mechanism

Asexual S/o

Darling with narcolepsy and chronic pain

S/o is as good and talented as him

Sneaking out only to come back with puppies

S/o who has bad anxiety attacks

Using his cape to find S/o who sleeps in odd places

Chaotic s/o

Quiet s/o playing ACNH

S/os first time seeing snow

S/o whose ok with being kidnapped as long as they can go to amusement parks

Kidnapped S/o keeps passing out due to fear

S/o wanting to dance in the rain

S/o has the power to teleport

Demon S/o

Thor Odison

Headcannons

NS FW headcannons

Loki vs Thor

Loki vs Thor Preference

Stronger than Thor thinks S/o

Teaching Thor about Halloween

Finding Puppies

Loki Odison

Headcannons

Loki vs Thor

Loki vs Thor Preference

S/o in arranged marriage

Using a Love Potion on his S/o

Naga Loki

Affectionate S/o

Teasing his S/o

Valentines Day

S/o who can sing

Insecure S/o who keeps rejecting him

S/os Suicide TW

Brutally taking his Soul mate

Supportive S/o

Harassed S/o

Possessive S/o

Liking his Hair touched by S/o

Halloween Date

Someone cat calling his Darling

Drunk S/o

Asexual s/o

S/o whos best friends with Tony

Depressed S/o

Magica girl S/o

Vampire loki hunting down a s/o whos having fun with it

Platonic yandere  HC

T’Challa

Headcannons

T’challa Vs Erik

S/o getting Married to someone else after he gets Snapped

Tony Stark

Headcannons

“I sent you more gifts! do you like them?!

NS FW headcannons

Sugar Daddy

S/o getting attention to the constant attention he attracts

Tony Stark vs Steve Rogers

Cold in Public yet Cuddly in Private

Pushover S/o

Tsundere S/o

Jealous of the amount of attention Steves giving S/o

The Purge

Plus size Lingerie model S/o

“How else would they know you belonged to me?”

“its like you were made for me”

S/o who doesnt mind his Yandere tendencies

Jealous Tony

Finding a kitten

Shy/Book-wormy S/o

Valentines Day

Stephen Strange vs Tony Stark

S/os first relationship

Nerdy S/o

Poor yet incredibly Sweet S/o

S/o not wanting anything to do with Tony

Touchy S/o Hiding behind him

Zombie Apocalypse

Sugar Daddy to a Male College student S/o

Single Parent S/o

Learning S/o has Terminal Heart Cancer

S/o with a Prosthetic Leg

Cute S/o that listens to Death Metal

Drawing Tony in a maid outfit

Blind S/o

Vampire S/o

S/o who shuts down after kidnapping

Yandere S/o protecting their Love interest

Punishing S/o who tried to escape

Artist S/o

S/o who can see ghosts

Suicidal S/o TW

“Hey demons its ya boy”

Making Halloween costumes

Poly Naga Stephen+Tony

Tonys Type

Hunted Down

S/o having a delayed reaction to being Kidnapped

Injured S/o

S/o being hit on by Quentin Beck

Cyber stalking

S/os in the military

Crush thinking his Flirts are only jokes

Losing S/o to the Snap

Comforting S/o after a bad day

Strong Kick ass S/o

Not knowing S/o immortal, watching them get stabbed

S/o loving DIY stuff

Finding out S/o been begging to Jarvis to help them escape

S/o secretly making robo stuff

S/o having inhuman strength

terrorist S/o

S/o calling ptsd “spicy nostalgia”

Tonys s/o phasing through security after being kidnapped

Life Threatening Situation

Male S/o is a single parent

Modest S/o wont let him spoil them

S/o in a depressive episode

What kind of gifts does he buy his darling

How he shows affection

dealing with competing suitors

Proposal HC

Vampire Tony Hunted down

Incubus Tony

Assassin S/o

Natasha Romanoff

Headcannons

Dealing with competition

Wanda vs Natasha

Bucky vs Natasha

S/o whos not into girls

Hunted Down

S/o Disobeying

Avenger S/o

Choosing S/os Clothes

Shy s/o

Wanda Maximoff

Wanda vs Natasha

Headcannons

Bisexual S/o

Vampire Wanda

ADHD & Autistic S/o

Okoye

Headcannons

S/o who runs away

Nick Fury

Headcannons

Shy and Quiet S/o

Bruce Banner

Being able to control his emotions

Headcannons

Hela Odison

Headcannons

Carol Danvers-

headcannons

Powerful S/o

Single parent s/o

Oblivious S/o

Oblivious S/o is getting flirted with

Vision

Hunted down

Doc Oc

Parental/Platonic HC

Steve Rodgers 

NS FW HC

Cockwarming 

Vocal Steve 

Turned on during a mission 

College Virgin S/o slightly 

Breeding HC 

Femdom 

Bucky Barnes

Stealing S/os underwear 

Another Underwear Stealing 

NS FW alphabet

NS FW Headcannons

Sexually frustrated Bucky 

Getting Caught 

Dominate Bucky 

Sitting on his face 

Stephen Strange

NS FW headcannons

Thor

Werewolf Thors Heat 

Loki

NS FW headcannons

NS FW alphabet

Orgasm denial + Aphrodisiac

Tony Stark

NS FW Alphabet

S/o has a high Sex Drive 

S/os First Time 

Corruption 

NON-CON Bdsm TW

Submissive tony 

Natasha 

“You’re such a pretty little thing tied up like that” 

NS FW headcannons

Wanda 

NS FW headcannons

[strangehotch]

Stephen strange as your boyfriend

—Stephen is very picky on who touches but there are very special people he allows hugs from. (Wong, America and especially you)

—when it comes to his hands he is very insecure but YOU…you adore them you show him that he shouldn’t hide his hands because of the wreck

—he ADORES cooking breakfast for you especially when y’all had a REALLY long night

—when he’s in the library he loves his peace but with you around he loves massages especially after a really tense fight

—there’s something about him and your hips every time y’all are watching a movie he lays on your stomach wrapped around your hips

—he’s very touchy when I comes to you…when he’s walking by he’s either grabbing you by your waist or hugging him

—Stephen LOVES cuddles he’s such a big baby when he doesn’t cuddle you before bed he’s always laying on top of you (not fully but yk head in chest with one leg wrapped around yours)

—you love holding his hands when you’re out in public he isn’t his usual confident self when you’re around he’s like a lost puppy behind you

—when he’s around you he’s very 🥹 ‘you’re so pretty’ but when you’re not around you always notice that he doesn’t show emotion

—he loves when America calls him out for being a softie when you’re around she always like to see him flustered

[merci-bitch]

Charlize’s characters being jealous?

Hi!!

Well, what can I say. 😺

Warning(s): NSFW mentions, mentions of death, jealousy, semi public, PDA, possessiveness

Also, not my gifs! Credit goes to whoever made them ! <3

Lady Lesso

- Yikes

- Girl is possessive

- If you do it on purpose.

- I’ll come to your funeral.

- She will go feral. I mean crazy

- Lesso isn’t bitching around

- Don’t fuck with her

- Again, if you decide to play wicked and do it on purpose, she will kick your arse. ;)

- She will show you, who you belong to.

- She won’t play nice

- Lesso doesn’t play nice with bratty little girls 👀

- She will not let you walk properly for weeks

- She will make it her own personal mission.

- If it wasn’t on purpose that certain person suddenly goes missing.

- She doesn’t know what you’re talking about.

- She will still take you to bed, make sure you know who you belong to.

- Girl ain’t sharing one bit of you.

Andy

- To be fair

- I’ve seen people say she doesn’t get jealous

- Course she does

- She’s just lived so long it doesn’t effect her as much as perhaps Lesso

- She will be a little, perhaps colder in her behaviour

- She will pull you closer to herself

- Perhaps wrap her arm around you

- She trusts you, and trusts you won’t do anything to hurt her

- Cause she can’t handle another heartbreak

- She might be a little feisty. But not too much because she trusts you with her heart

Elaine Markinson

- She’s similar to Lesso

- Only she will backfire it

- If she notices that you’re doing it on purpose

- She will make you jealous

- Elaine doesn’t take shit

- She takes what she wants

- When she wants

- Daddy’s blue ribbon girl

- If you wanna act like a brat?

- Go ahead. See how fun it is

- Cause if you’re doing it purpose, she will give you your punishment in a whole other way

- Cold shoulder

- Call you a slut perhaps 🤷🏼‍♀️

- If you’re not doing it on purpose, she’ll be all handsy.

- Make you sit in her lap

- Whisper filth in your ear

- Her hands on your thighs and hips, occasionally giving a squeeze

- She would, without doubt, make out with you in front of anyone who’s a much as tries to steal you from her

- Telling them to fuck off as she openly asks you if she should take you home for a good fuck

Charlotte Field

- Now she does get jealous.

- Charlotte was used to you getting jealous from when she used to chat with the Canadian prime minister

- She loved the thrill of it

- Sex was amazing - quote from Ms. Field.

- But when it’s her?

- She gets pouty.

- Perhaps a little insecure

- Even though girl loads of confidence

- She’s always scared of losing you because of her job

- She doesn’t always have those 5 minutes to be affectionate

- Margret will always spoil your plan

- If you intend to do it on purpose, she will know

- She will try to backfire it , sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t

- She doesn’t like to jealous

- Doesn’t like to be teased

- Girl is desperate

- She’s bossy af

- Loves when you’re jealous though

- Loves to tease you about it

- Cause she knows you will flip on her

- Sex was amazing - Ms. Field.

Clea Strange

- Well

- Is it possible?

- I think, if you’re trying to do it on purpose, she’ll find it amusing

- I don’t think Clea is the jealous type like that

- I don’t really think she will act out on it

- Perhaps she’d still give you a little reminder

- If you’re in a relationship with both Clea and Stephen, S will get jealous

- Again, I don’t think Clea is the jealous type

Mavis Gary

- Be prepared to die

- Ask Marri

- No but she will go crazy

- She’s already in such a bad place mentally that she wouldn’t be able to handle it

- And it’s so sad

- Because she’s a teasing type

- She just doesn’t have the energy for it

- She will feel broken by it

- But if she’s in a better state mentally, and knows you’re only doing it to get a rise in her

- Boy are you in for a night

- I think she would go crazy

- On you

- In you

- She will threaten you

- Tease you

- Leave you on edge

- Too bad you got yourself in this position in the first place 🤷🏼‍♀️

Lorraine Broughton

- Honestly, if we’re thinking outside the box and adding her American self

- I think she would be like Clea

- Find it amusing

- She will still get jealous, perhaps a more quiet jealous until you’re alone

- If she trusts you, knows you, loves you

- I think she would find it rather amusing , knowing she could leave you weak with just a simple touch

- She will be all smug about it before she takes you home

- Absolutely rails you

- Perhaps in your more normal way, just more teasing

- She doesn’t need to tell you who you belong to

- She will make you voice it

- Aftercare is bomb, cuddles

Cipher

- Tough cookie

- Well

- Do I have to explain?

- She’s got big dick energy

- Either beg for forgiveness or prepare to DIE

- Girl ain’t having it

- Choose your death

1. Choked to death

2. Shot in the head

3. Begging on your knees before her

- If it wasn’t your fault

- She would jsut kill the person

- Honestly

- She doesn’t give a shit 😭

- But if you need a reminder ?

- Well.

- GOOD LUCK PAHAHAH

Ravenna

- Eh

- Don’t

- Don’t even try to make the Queen jealous

- If it’s before the second movie, she will threaten to take your beauty for herself

- Seeing the dear fear in your eyes

- She loves it

- Gets her going

- That knowing smirk on her lips

- She just have to raise her eyebrow at you

- Daring you to continue

- It’ll leave you a mess for days

- Second movie

- Love is illegal because sis girl is trying to be special

- It’ll be more fun

- Cause you can get away with it more

- It pisses Ravenna off because she can’t go take you now and then

- In secret she’ll have you wish you could beg for mercy

- Freya asking why you seem sick or injured

- Ravenna sitting in the back, biting down her own grin

[bit-dodgy-innit]

The More The Merrier - Part One

Set in The Shape of Youniverse

Summary: Doctor Strange’s wedding gift allows you and your husband to fulfill your wildest fantasies 

Pairing: Marc x afab!reader, Steven x afab!reader and Jake x afab!reader, Reader is married to the system 

Word Count: 3.3k 

Rating: Mature (for now!)

CW/TW: Mentions of pregnancy, reader experiences anxiety and mild body insecurity, Marc is ~protective~ and not afraid to threaten violence to protect his fam, discussions of group sex, making out  

A/N: Okay y’all! Everyone loved Group Effort so I thought there was no better way to celebrate 1000 followers than to write a follow up! I am currently burnt to a crisp creatively, HOWEVER I figure if I post what I have so far this lovely community’s support and reactions may just invigorate me to get the rest of this naughtiness out! 

Translations at the end of the fic as usual!

You thought you were dreaming. You must have been, because why else would Doctor Strange be in your living room talking to your husband? The sound of voices had awoken you, and when you saw that Marc’s side of the bed was empty, you followed the hushed but heated voices to their source. 

You could hear Marc insisting lowly, “I told you I can’t…”

“And I told you his new avatar is miss–”

“Honey?” You interrupted, your voice raspy from sleep, “What’s going on?”

You’d rubbed just enough sleep from your eyes to be able to take in the sight before you. Marc, in his pajamas, mid-argument with Doctor Strange, red cape and all. 

You blinked furiously. Up until that very moment, all of Marc’s stories about being the white knight dude–Moon Knight, he told you he’d been called, were just that. Stories. You liked it that way. That way, there was plausible deniability. Seeing him talking to an Avenger in your flat made things startlingly real. 

“Go back to bed sweetheart,” your husband urged you, trying and failing to keep his mounting frustration from bleeding into his tone. 

Like hell you were going back to sleep. “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” Marc answered immediately. His pointed look to the Avenger meant that Strange wasn’t going to divulge anything either. 

“Sorry to wake you, Mrs. Spector,” the sorcerer offered instead. 

“I’m not going anywhere until one of you tells me why he’s here in the middle of the night,” you informed both men plainly. It was perplexing to think that the men in charge of your planet’s safety, like Doctor Strange and your husband, were such shit liars.

“It’s Khonshu--” Strange began. 

“He’s retired,” you interjected. Your husband resuming his superhero activities, especially when you’d just found out you were pregnant a few weeks ago, was your worst nightmare. 

“I know,” he assured you, “I had a question for Marc, that’s all.” 

“And I told him that I can’t be involved with any of this shit, in any capacity,” your husband fumed, “Twice now.” 

“Well excuse me,” the sorcerer snarked, “and here I thought you’d become a consultant.” 

You couldn't stifle the giggle that Strange’s comment brought forth. Marc bristled, “Please sweetie, will you wait for me in the bedroom? I’ll show Stephen out.” 

Hearing that your husband was on a first-name basis with an Avenger made your head swim. You nodded, but didn’t completely comply, going only so far as the hallway so you could eavesdrop on them unseen.

“Did I just get you into trouble?” Strange inquired. 

“Yes,” your husband confirmed. “Out of everything wrong with me, her only hang-ups are my ex-wife and the avatar shit, so summon one of those portal things before I have to kick you out myself.” 

“Wow, okay, so Steven’s the one with the manners then,” he noted wryly. 

Marc sighed so deeply you could hear it from across the flat. “How many times do I have to say–”

“Congratulations by the way.” 

Your heart dropped. Did he know? He couldn’t know. You were nowhere near showing, how on earth could he know? Doctor Strange flew and did magic and traversed the multiverse, but there was no way he could tell that you were pregnant, was there?

“I’ll tear you limb from limb and rent your stupid cloak out for birthday parties,” Marc threatened in a snarl, “I didn’t want anyone knowing that we're together, let alone that we’re expecting. If that information leaves your lips, so help me–”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Strange promised him, “though it explains why I can’t convince you.” 

“Use that forgetting spell on yourself,” your husband ordered. 

“I’ll do you one better,” the sorcerer offered, “I’ll put you two under the protection of the London Sanctum. It’ll keep her safe while we sort all of this out…though it’d go a lot quicker if you–”

“Want me to re-introduce you to Jake?” Marc growled. 

Now it was Strange’s turn to sigh. “You realize you don’t have the suit anymore, right?”

“Nunca lo necesité,” the man in question interceded, “Disfrutaría el desafío.”

“You really love her, don’t you?” the Avenger observed. 

“She’s the reason I left Khonshu,” Marc confessed. After observing him so tight-lipped and protective about your relationship to Strange just now, your husband’s candor shocked you. 

“I’d say you traded up,” the sorcerer remarked archly. 

 Marc stood firm. “Yeah, and I’m not looking to downgrade anytime soon.”

“Can’t blame you. Well Marc, it’s always a…time.”

The faint hum of what you assumed was the magic he conjured for the portals Strange used alerted you to scamper back to the bed and dive under the covers, so that when Marc returned you could convincingly feign sleep. Moments later, you felt the mattress dip under his weight and his arms wrap around your waist from behind. 

“Are you mad at me?” came his timid question, murmured into your hair.  

You didn’t open your eyes. “That you told Doctor Strange to fuck off for the sake of our marriage? For our family? No, hun.” 

“I’m sorry,” he apologized anyway, “I hate how that this part of my past won’t let me go.” 

“This wasn’t your fault and you didn't get involved,” you pointed out, implicitly urging him to let it go. “Can we go back to sleep? Need to rest up for my inevitable morning vomit sesh.” 

Marc held your tighter and pressed a kiss to a notch of your spine. “‘Course baby.”

You weren’t exactly proud of how quick you were to brush the encounter off, but being a newlywed and a surprise pregnancy meant you had enough on your plate. There wasn’t any mental or emotional space to entertain the thought of your ex-avatar husband having to risk his life to ensure your, your unborn baby, and Earth’s safety, because if you did, the Hulk would look like a teddy bear in comparison to the state it’d send you in.  

Luckily, Marc was even better at sweeping uncomfortable moments under the rug than you were. You didn’t give the late-night meeting with Doctor Strange a second thought until a few weeks later when you glimpsed a headline about another global calamity averted emblazoned across a fellow Tube passenger’s copy of The Guardian. Your first trimester made you incredibly motion sick, so you had to look away and deep breathe at once, since the last thing anyone wanted on their morning commute was a woman spewing all over the car. 

Work served as the perfect distraction, until you received a particularly cryptic and distressing text from your husband mid-afternoon.

From: Hubby 

Can you come home please? 

From me:

Now? Are you alright?!

From Hubby: 

Yes, I’m fine. Just need you to come home right away. 

You huffed. That answered absolutely nothing and only made you more anxious. The periods at the ends of his sentences were a dead giveaway as to which alter you were texting with, so you pressed: 

From me:

What’s wrong Marc? 

From Hubby:

Everything’s fine, I promise. 

From me: 

Are you sick? 

The three dots appeared that he was typing, but you’d already sprung from your desk chair at that point. You hurried over to a superior’s office to let them know you were leaving early, claiming a spousal emergency, and you didn’t even wait for a proper response from your boss before you returned to your office, collected your things, and dashed for the door. 

From me: 

Just told Graham I’m heading home. I’ll be there soon!! Do I need to call 999? Harry? Dr. Moorhead???? 

Marc never asked for help. He'd rather eat all ten toes. It was a point of contention in your relationship, something you were working through, so the fact he’d texted you in the middle of the afternoon asking you to come home freaked you the fuck out. You’d just gotten into a taxi - it’d be faster than the Tube this time of day - when he finally responded. 

From Hubby:

No. See you soon. 

You slammed your fist, still wrapped around the rectangle of your phone, down against the upholstered seat in the cab. If Marc was alive when you got home, you were going to kill him. 

After one of the most fraught cab rides of your life, you breathlessly burst through the door of your flat. “MARC?! Jake?! Steven?! You okay?” 

Your husband sat on the couch, appearing to be perfectly well. “Hi baby.” 

You rushed to him, instantly putting the back of your hand to his forehead to check his temperature. “What’s wrong? God, would it kill you to tell me what’s going on? I nearly gave myself an ulcer on the way here.” 

Marc caught your hand and brought your palm to his lips, murmuring “I’m sorry” into the skin there.

“Is someone going to tell me what the fuck is happening here?” you demanded. 

“It’s okay, everything’s okay baby,” he tried to soothe you. 

“Then why did you send me those vague bloody texts telling me to come home ASAP?” 

A sound from the bedroom momentarily distracted you before Marc captured your other hand in his grasp and gently tugged you to take a seat next to him. He continued to apologize, “I’m sorry, so sorry baby. We didn’t know how else to do it, plus we wanted it to be a surprise.”

You regarded him warily. “For what to be a surprise?” 

“Remember when Stephen – well, Doctor Strange came here?” 

“Of course I do.” 

“Well, he um…he knew you were pregnant–I didn’t tell him, he just…I don’t know he mystically sensed it or something–and he felt bad about implicating you in our business. I ended up helping him–nothing really, just told him some stuff he wanted to know about my time as Khonshu’s avatar, and he wanted to thank me–well us, I guess? He said to consider it a belated wedding or early–”

“Ay…I think I’ve missed a birthday with how long you’re taking!” 

This was it. Forget your husband’s mental health struggles, you’d officially had a psychotic break. Because Jake had interrupted your conversation by walking into the room. In a separate body. 

“Fucking hell!! You couldn’t wait thirty more seconds?!” Marc snapped at him. 

Thank goodness you were already sitting down. The room swam. Your husband – wait, husbands?-- kept bickering with each other while you stared at them, glassy-eyed and slack-jawed. 

“No voy a perder otro segundo teniendo que escucharte un parloteo. No tenemos todo el día aquí.”

“What the fuck is going on?” you asked yourself in an awestruck whisper. 

“Honey?” Marc turned to you, “you’re okay.”

“Todo esta bien,” Jake added, rushing to your other side. 

You were grateful that there were two of them, otherwise you would’ve collapsed. The thought made you laugh. Wow, you’d lost your mind with a stunning efficiency it seemed. 

“Sweetheart, can you hear me?” Marc’s eyes searched yours, desperate for you to focus. 

“Uh huh.” 

“What este pendejo was trying to say,” Jake interjected, “is that el doctor did a spell where we all get our own body for twenty-four hours.” 

“He can do that?” It was a stupid question, given that you were surrounded by two of your husbands, but your brain was all but fried. 

“See! This is why I wanted to do it like this! We needed to ease her in!!” Marc lamented. 

“Where’s Steven?” you asked. He had to be here somewhere too, right? 

“You can come out now!” Marc hollered toward the kitchen, and lo and behold, the last third of your husband shuffled into view, complete with his individual body as well.  

“Why am I always the only one who follows the plan?” Steven complained, then after taking one look at your ashen face, joined his counterparts tending to you. “Oh darling, are you alright? Sorry, I know this all must come as a terrible shock. You want me to put the kettle on? Make you a cuppa?”

“The only thing that could help me right now is a stiff drink, which I obviously can’t have because of…” you trailed off and gestured to your midsection. 

“Right, sorry. Marc and I wanted to do this differently, but leave it to Jake to muck things up, as per usual,” he groused. 

“Oye, vete a la mierda pequeño–”

Marc tried to stop them. “Shut up, both of you, this isn’t hel–”

“Oh my God is this what the inside of your head is like?” you wondered aloud, unable to squash a delirious chuckle. 

“Yes,” Steven confirmed, trying to maintain composure, “a small sampling of it, I’m afraid.” 

Your chuckling escalated to full-on unhinged laughter. What else were you to do when each of your husbands were given their own body and argued in front of you?

“Am I high? Or at the very least awake?” 

“No and yes,” Marc replied. 

“So this is why I had to come home early,” you surmised. 

“Sí, we only have twenty-four hours, and we weren’t going to waste anymore on waiting when we could–”

“We could what?” 

“Well, with the baby coming, naturally our sex life is going to take a hit,” Marc said, “so, this seemed like a perfect, one-in-a-lifetime opportunity to um…fulfill some fantasies.”

“You faked an emergency and made me ditch work so we could all have group sex?” 

Steven groaned, “It sounds so tawdry when you put it like that.” 

Marc buried his head in his hands, but Jake puffed up his chest. “Por qué no? Vas a trabajar cada día, ¡pero tal vez nunca volvamos a estar así!”

“No one is touching me…” you protested, heaving a labored breath as overwhelmed tears brimmed in your eyes. “No one is touching me until you all apologize! Properly! You scared the shit out of me just now! You can’t…you can't keep me in the dark like that…I can’t take the stress between your past and the baby and work…it’s too much! So guess what? The last thing I want to do right now is have sex!” 

Three flummoxed faces of concern stared back at you as they each realized they’d severely miscalculated the reveal. Apparently you looked so pathetic it dispelled any of their urges to argue about it, the reminder that you were pregnant seemingly enough to shut them up and send them straight to contrition. Plus, they were probably still hopeful they could get some action later if they apologized right away. 

“I’m sorry baby,” Marc began, pulling you to his chest, “We wanted this to be fun, but…”

“Somos estúpidos,” Jake finished for him, “Even with separate bodies, we all think with the head between our legs.”   

Steven spoke next, “Take all the time you need, my love. We don’t even have to…do anything naughty. We just want to be with you like…as…as us.” 

“Uh, no. We have to fuck,” Jake disagreed. 

Before you could snipe back at Jake, you remembered something Marc had told you about the last time they were separated. Their entire journey through the Duat, Jake had been trapped in a sarcophagus. Despite being married to them, you couldn’t begin to imagine what it would be like to share your body, your life, with two other people the way they did. 

So of course having a body of your own, especially if there was a clock on it, would be a momentous occasion, and it warmed your heart in a funny, roundabout way that Jake wanted to share this precious time with you as intimately as possible. 

Therefore, you found yourself cackling at his remark. The three of them watched you dumbstruck. 

“I think we broke her,” Marc muttered under his breath. 

When you finally regained your breath and a modicum of your senses back, you proposed, “How about this…we make an early dinner to fuel up for um…the night ahead, shall we say? It’ll give me some time to adjust. Deal?”

It took about an hour, but you did calibrate to having multiple husbands in your flat. Jake and Marc were parked on the couch flipping between games on the telly and arguing over scores, players, and stats while Steven and you camped in the kitchen. 

Steven had volunteered to make dinner, and you instantly offered to assist him, figuring that keeping your hands busy would help quiet your racing mind. The pair of you chopped vegetables and, in everyone but Steven’s case, chicken, to make a soup that would be hearty enough to sustain any physical exertion later but light enough so as not to hinder it. 

“This is bizarre, innit?” Steven asked while he stirred the broth. 

“Bizarre doesn't even begin to cover it,” you confessed. “I mean, I know crazy superhero magic shit like this happens, but never to me.”

“When Marc first told me he served Khonshu, I thought it was the stupidest thing I’d ever heard.” 

You laughed at Steven’s frankness. “I love you.” 

“Love you too,” he echoed, his face splitting into a beatific grin. The two of you leaned across the stove to kiss each other. Neither of you hurried to break it. In fact, Steven slipped his tongue between the seam of your lips, while you turned to wrap your arms around him properly. 

You nearly forgot the other two men were there until you were both startled apart by Jake whistling and crowing, “Ey! Save it for later!” 

“Entonces vas a ayudarnos con la comida?” you shot back at him without any real heat.  

Several moments transpired while you ate in which you lapsed into an astonished silence. Though you were no stranger to your husband being co-conscious, there was something even more wondrous about all three of them having to interrupt each other to speak, though despite their separate bodies, each man tended to talk over the other still. 

Marc and Jake were put on cleanup duty, and Steven captured you in his arms once again. He dotted kisses from your clavicle, up the length of your neck, culminating at the extra sensitive spot behind your right ear. “How do you want to do this?” 

You mewled at the pressure of his lips on your skin. “Mmmm, I wanna take a shower and primp a bit. Marc had a point earlier, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, might as well make the most of it, right?” 

“Whatever you want,” he rumbled into your ear. You could feel Steven’s cock stir as he pressed himself into you. 

A devilish smirk danced across your lips. “Wanna look extra fuckable for all of you.” 

“Bloody hell, babe,” Steven’s hips stuttered against your leg. He leaned in to kiss you more, but you dodged him, instead scampering away toward the bathroom and throwing a cheeky look over your shoulder. 

Beyond the fact that you knew that Jake would want to fuck you in the ass and you needed to prepare accordingly, it occurred to you that your insistence on getting dolled up was just as much for your benefit as it was for your partners. You were about to be more vulnerable than you’d ever been in a sexual situation, and though it was with the people you loved and trusted most in the world, sometimes confidence was best found from the outside-in. So you shaved your legs, styled your hair, made up your face, and slipped into the lingerie that you’d grabbed from your dresser before you retreated into the en-suite. 

You examined the finished product of your efforts in the mirror. Your bump wasn’t quite a bump yet at just over twelve weeks, you just looked perennially bloated. You tried to smooth the frown from your face, reminding yourself that you weren’t fat, but instead growing a little life inside of you, the culmination of you and your husband’s love. Nevertheless, you adjusted the straps of the microscopic thong you’d squeezed yourself into to try and create a more flattering shape. After fluffing your hair one more time, you decided you were as ready as you’d ever be.

READ PART TWO 

A/N: Eh? We like? Y’all are always so encouraging but if you feel compelled to leave any feedback I could really use it this time around!!! 

Translations:

Nunca lo necesité - I never needed it

Disfrutaría el desafío - I will enjoy the challenge

No voy a perder otro segundo teniendo que escucharte un parloteo. No tenemos todo el día aquí - I'm not going to waste another second having to listen to you babble. We don't have all day here

Todo esta bien - Everything is ok

Este pendejo - This asshole

Oye, vete a la mierda pequeño - Hey, look here you little shit

Por qué no? Vas a trabajar cada día, ¡pero tal vez nunca volvamos a estar así! - Why not? You go to work every day, but we may never be like this again!

Somos estupidos - We’re stupid

Entonces vas a ayudarnos con la comida - Then are you going to help us with the food?

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[ironstrange1991]

All Yours

+18 Smut

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You decide to give Stephen a special present: a part of you he always wanted.

Word Count: 5,7k

Warnings: Protected anal sex (it is reader's first time so there'll be descriptions of discomfort and pain - not much); Fingering, masturbation (with male receiving), oral sex (both receiving), cum eating, squirting; Daddy kink.

A/N: I've waited so long for someone to write this trope with Stephen, but I found that most people don't feel comfortable writing about anal sex, so - since I wanted to read a fic about it so badly - I decided to write it myself and I am very pleased with the result. I hope you like it and happy reading. Oh, don't forget to leave your comments, I'd love to read them all.

You were waiting for Stephen anxiously. There was a feeling of euphoria in the pit of your stomach and a determination to conquer your fear and finally give him what he wanted so badly. You had put on a new set of lingerie that you bought for that night specifically. Blue. Perfectly matching the color of his robes and a red silk night gown matching his cloak. You knew Stephen was going to love it, but looking in the mirror you could see all your determination slipping away in all that self-consciousness.

You were approaching the stairs when you heard the squeak of a portal opening and the clatter of boots on the polished wooden floor. You stopped at the top of the stairs and took a deep breath and then walked slowly down the stairs.

Still, you finished getting ready and applied some of your perfume, Stephen's favorite, released your hair that was carefully curled with bobby pins and let it fall in perfect waves. On the lips you applied only a thin layer of gloss.

You smiled, taking one last look in the mirror, nodded to yourself and got up, leaving the room. The Sanctum was empty and would remain empty all night. No one to get in the way of your plans.

When Stephen first glanced at you his mouth fell open in utter surprise but no words came out. You stopped at the foot of the stairs and smiled trying to hide how unsure you were about that. Your face was hot and you knew it was red.

"So..." You pressed him.

Stephen swallowed thickly, "You look... devilishly beautiful."

You couldn't help but let out a little giggle at his choice of words.

He reached out and touched your face, but his fingers moved down to one of your breasts, touching it lightly over the silk.

"So that was the surprise." He smirked, loosening the lace of your night gown to get a better look at what was underneath.

"Well, there's one more thing. One more present for you."

He grinned "It's my birthday today and I'm not remembering?" He cupped your face and pulled you to his lips, kissing you softly.

"Well, no, but I don't need special dates to get gifts for you, do I?"

He nodded cupping one of your breasts and reaching down to lightly nip the other. You bit your bottom lip. Something rising and growing inside you beyond all that insecurity.

"Well, if my present is you, sweetheart, allow me to carry you to my room where I can unwrap you properly."

He wrapped his arms around your back and thighs and picked you up bride style, which made you giggle.

He carried you into the bedroom and kicked the door closed behind him and walked across the room until he reached the bed and placed you on it.

You knelt on the mattress and he waved his hand and Cloaky flew off his shoulders into the bathroom and stayed there.

Stephen touched your face with the back of his had, then touched your night gown, pulling it gently, letting the red silk slip over your shoulders. The blue bra you wore was made of transparent fabric that left your nipples on display. He touched over the fabric and exhaled heavily. "You're so beautiful, Y/n."

You felt your heart jumping in your chest. No matter how many times you had heard those words, it was always special when Stephen praised you.

He pulled the bra down and grabbed one of your nipples in between his teeth and sucked it voraciously, then adjusted the bra in place and did the same thing with the other. His lips moved down your stomach and onto your belly and you felt your skin prickling with the rough contact of his goatee on your sensitive skin.

"Stephen..."

He turned his lips back to your breasts, biting lightly through the fabric of your bra, moved up to your collarbone and then to your neck where he found a spot and began to suck and bite. You knew he was marking you, Stephen loved doing that.

"Stephen, look at me, let me talk before I lose courage."

He placed a quick kiss on your lips and waited for what you had to say. His look showed a little concern at the anxious tone of your voice.

"I told you I had one more gift to give you..."

He nodded, still not having the slightest idea what you were talking about. That was clear in his eyes.

"It's me. Well, a part of me you've always wanted..."

You could see the realization in his eyes and his mouth fell open in utter surprise.

"That is, of course, if you still want it." You said feeling totally insecure about it all. You were no prude. You had a few men before Stephen, and with Stephen you were quite daring in bed, but there was one thing you were totally inexperienced at and you always thought it would stay that way, but knowing how much Stephen wanted it, well let's say your love for him conquered fear. Too bad  it wasn't able to overcome insecurity and shame as well. Just thinking about it all had you blushing. You could feel your face burning hot.

"Are you sure?" He asked cupping your face "I don't want you to do anything out of obligation, Y/n. Definitely not just to please me."

You bit the inside of your cheek. "It's for you, but it's for me too. I've always wanted to know what it feels like, but I've never trusted a man enough to let them do that to me."

Stephen caressed your cheek with his thumb and brought it to your lips, pressing it against your lower lip, making you open your mouth to receive it. He pressed his finger against the flesh of your tongue, making you swallow thickly around his digit. You moaned softly and he replaced his finger with his tongue, kissing you passionately.

"And you trust me enough to let me do this to you?" he asked, but it sounded more like a statement. He grabbed one of your hands and dragged it down to his bulge. "And you still ask if I want it, sweetheart. Feel how hard I am just at the thought of fucking your ass. I don't think there's a man who wouldn't want that, especially knowing he's going to be your first."

He rubbed your hand against his shaft and the way he moaned from just that touch you could have sworn he could cum right there in that second.

"So tell me what I have to do." You asked.

Stephen could have come just from the feel of your hand rubbing his cock through his robes and that innocent look you gave him. All of a sudden he felt so dirty and you looked so inexperienced and Stephen understood how it stirred him and spurred him on and made him so hard it was painful. He knew very well he wouldn't last long in the first round. There was far too much anticipation. So he decided to take it easy, take his time with you first and enjoy the moment.

Christ, he had imagined this moment so many times. He even lost count of how many times that scenario played in his mind as he jerked off.

"First, I want you to help me relieve some of the stress of the day. What do you think? Can you do that for me?"

You vehemently agreed and started to undress him. Stephen couldn't help but notice that your hands were shaking as you struggled with his belts.

"Hey, no need to be nervous, sweetheart. None of this is going to work if you're nervous. I want you to feel pleasure. You just said you trust me."

"I do" You reaffirmed, finally getting rid of the top of his robes. He kicked his boots off and you helped him out of his pants, leaving him in just his boxers.

"I just..." He waited for what you had to say. "I need you to guide me, Stephen. Show me what I'm supposed to do. I'm yours." You gave him a shy smile and Stephen swore he could melt right there just at how obscenely tempting that sounded.

He smiled reassuringly "That's exactly what I'm going to do, Y/n. Now, come here, sit here on the side of the bed and touch me, I'm dying for some relief." Stephen quickly got rid of his boxers, kicking them off and getting gloriously naked for you.

You dutifully did as you were told and took his cock in your hands. He was rock hard and there was precum leaking from the tip and when you started to slide your hand up and down he already knew he was a goner. Lucky for him he managed to get several rounds in one night.

"Wait, sweetheart. Give me your hand."

You stopped and turned your palm up and he spat on it, then you went back to your work with much more vigor. Your hand gripped his cock even tighter and you stroke him deliciously hard. The wet sound just adding to his arousal.

"Oh, just like that, sweetheart. Give me the other hand."

You did as he asked and he spat in your palm again. "Now grab my balls, massage them while you jerk me."

You took your hand to his balls and started working with them magically, bringing a loud moan from Stephen's lips. "Fuck... this is so good, sweetheart. You really have magic hands, you know that?"

You hummed totally dedicated to your work. Your eyes never left his cock as you worked him.

"Look at me, Y/n." He asked and you obeyed. Unable to stop himself, Stephen grabbed your chin and kissed you roughly. He couldn't help it, you were making him feel so good.

"Oh yes, feels so good. Come here, sweetheart, give me your mouth now, but keep massaging my balls. I like that."

You spat on his cock making it very wet before putting it in your mouth and then proceeding to bob your head down his length. He held your hair out of your face to get a good view of his cock moving in and out of your mouth, but he didn't push or thrust against your mouth. He loved when you took him down your throat, but that night he didn't want to push too hard. Besides, he didn't need it to cum. Not when you sucked him so good, using your tongue on the head and around his frenulum as well. He could already feel his balls tightening, the veins around his cock were already visibly more prominent, his cock was pulsing violently inside your mouth.

"Oh fuck, sweetheart, I'm gonna cum. Can I cum in your mouth?"

You moaned softly and took him out of your mouth to answer, but you continued jerking him, your other hand massaging and squeezing his balls lightly just the way he liked it.

"On my face, Steph. Cum all over my face."

His cock throbbed even harder at the suggestion, but he still managed to maintain a line of rationality before giving himself over to ecstasy.

"I don't want to ruin your hair, sweetheart. You did it so beautifully for me tonight."

You smiled decisively "I did it for you, you can do whatever you want with it."

He grinned. "All right then, just keep doing what you're doing and look at me."

You smiled shyly locking eyes with him as your hands work him with frightening agility.

"Oh yes, just like that." Stephen moaned loudly feeling his climax approaching quickly. "Gonna let me fuck your ass, uh, sweetheart? your tight virgin ass gonna be mine tonight?"

You bit your bottom lip and gave him a shy nod which made him moan loudly feeling his balls tightening even more, his cock jumping from the pressure of the jet of cum. He didn't have time to warn you.

He came hard, his semen spurting in hot, thick jets, falling over your eyes, splattering your hair, dripping down your chin. Such a delicious mess!

"Oh my...fuck!"

"The things you do to me, sweetheart..."

You continued jerking him until you were sure he was finished and only then did you stop. Stephen wiped the cum off your eyes with his fingers and then scooped a bit of it in his index finger and took it to your mouth.

"Taste it." He demanded and you sucked on his finger letting out a little moan. His cock still pulsing and Stephen noticed that he was still hard. He smirked utterly pleased with himself and conjured a cloth and quickly cleaned your face, getting rid of the dirty cloth right away. He bent to kiss you and then let out another breathy chuckle.

You hummed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and lying down, pulling him onto the bed over you. He let himself be pulled along, careful to support his weight on his elbows so as not to crush you. Your legs swayed to the sides allowing him to fit between them. He started placing kisses all over your neck, down to your breasts, your abdomen.

Stephen took off your panties and threw them on the floor and got between your legs, sucking you slowly, tasting every inch of your wet pussy. So wet. You were so wet for just having him in your mouth. That was Stephen's power over you and he couldn't pretend he didn't like it.

"Oh, Stephen... it feels so good."

Stephen entered you with two fingers, fingering your pussy slowly as he sucked on your clit just the way you liked it. Oh, he loved that! He could die between your legs eating you and he would die a happy man. But when he felt your fingers tangling in his hair and your moans started to get louder he stopped and returned his lips to yours, making you taste yourself on his tongue.

You whimpered into his lips.

"I don't want to make you cum yet, sweetheart." He kissed your lips lightly and then got up from the bed. He took the box where you kept your toys and lube and took it with him to bed.

You smiled shyly pointing to the bedside table "I bought something."

He opened the drawer finding a small box there. "Can I open it?"

You nodded biting your lip. Your face was completely red. So lovely. Stephen opened the box and found a kit of butt plugs.

"You've been planning this for a while, then." He said teasing you and enjoying watching you fall apart for him.

You just nodded.

"Come here, let me take off this bra."

You sat down, He unclasped your bra and took it off. He held it in his hand giving the overly small piece a good look. "You looked adorable in these, Y/n, but I still prefer you like this."

He threw the bra on the floor and pulled you to his lips. "You are ready?"

You nodded, but he could sense your insecurity. You were usually pretty secure in bed. Even if you liked giving yourself to him, letting him take full control, he could always sense that you felt safe with him. At that moment, however, he felt your body shaking.

"Y/n... you know you can ask me to stop anytime you want, right?" He reassured you. "It doesn't matter that I’m feeling good, if you're feeling uncomfortable, I want to know. Promise you'll tell me."

You nodded and he cupped your face in his hands. "I want you to talk to me, sweetheart. Speak what's on your mind, don't hold anything back from me."

You looked at him shyly "Will it hurt?"

He smiled "I'll do everything possible so that you don't feel any pain, but it's likely that you'll feel a bit uncomfortable at first. That's why it's important that you bought these. They'll help stretch you out a bit."

You bit the inside of your cheek and looked down towards his cock. He was completely hard.

"You're so big. It seems impossible to make you fit in there."

He smirked "We’ll make it fit." He kissed you softly and then demanded "Lie down on your side, sweetheart. I'm going to spoon you and I'm going to use one of these to start."

You complied and he shifted one of your legs forward so that your ass was more arched towards him. He took the smallest of the three plugs and poured a generous amount of lube into it. He got some more lube on his fingers. "I'm going to apply some of this. We want you well lubed."

You twitched a little when you felt his fingers on your ass. The gel was ice cold. He placed the plug gently in the entrance of your ass and pushed slowly. Although you were tense, the piece went in easily. You moaned softly which made his cock throb.

"Perfect, love. Tell me how it feels."

"Its... weird."

He smiled, moving the plug out and pushing it all the way back in. "A good weird?"

"Yes. Can we do more?"

Stephen knew it was best to stick to the order of sizes, but he was feeling bold and you seemed to take the first one so well that he opted to jump straight to the largest. In fact, he wanted to use his fingers, but he would be patient.

He took the larger plug and lubed it in as well and then gently pulled the smaller one out. He had to push a little for the bigger one to get in. You twitched a little and he waited.

"Relax, sweetheart." He cooed and gradually he managed to insert the plug all the way in and you exhaled heavily.

"How are you feeling, love?"

You took a moment to answer, almost like you were trying to really understand how you felt before you told him.

"It feels... good. Strangely good."

Stephen kissed your shoulder gently "Can we continue then?"

You nodded.

He lay down right behind you, pulling some pillows to support his head and yours so you were comfortable. He kept moving the plug in and out of you to which you responded with a few little moans that spurred him on to the next step.

"I'm going to use my fingers now. Okay?"

"Yes, please"

Stephen smirked. He was astonished by your response. Positively surprised. He took the plug out and started rubbing his fingers across the entrance of your ass. He kissed your shoulder as he pressed his ring finger in. You moaned softly as he entered you.

"That's right, sweetheart. You're doing so well. I'm going to put another finger."

"Y-yes"

He placed a second finger and started fingering you very slowly. As he did, he proceeded to kiss you, your shoulders, your neck, wherever he could reach. Little open mouth kisses that turned into little bites. It was so hard to hold back when his cock was aching. He was so hard and pulsing demandingly to be inside you.

"Stephen..."

"Yes, sweetheart"

"I want you now. I can take it."

He grinned, it was almost like you could hear his thoughts. At that point he doubted that you couldn't. You were so close, you knew each other so well and he loved you so much. "Are you sure?"

You nodded vehemently.

Stephen wanted to fuck you raw, but he knew that for anal it was safer to use a condom. Although he hated the idea, he decided to play safe. He took a condom from the box and quickly opened the package. He gave a couple of jerks to get ready and then quickly unwound the latex around his length.

He hated the way it squeezed him. Stephen wasn't the least bit modest about his size. And it didn't matter that he always bought extra large condoms, they always tightened him the same way. But he decided to ignore the discomfort knowing full well that by the time he was inside you, he would barely notice it. He put a generous amount of lube over the condom and spread it with his hand, jerking himself a little.

He slipped his arm under your pillow and positioned himself better spooning you. Before he could even penetrate you, Stephen noticed you pressing your thighs together, and when he put his head on your entrance you let out a little moan. Stephen pressed slowly and moaned softly feeling the head of his cock entering you.

You bit your lower lip hard feeling a strange pressure on your ass. It wasn't bad exactly, but you couldn't say it was good. When it was just plugs or Stephen's fingers you felt pleasure, but Stephen was too big.

He groaned softly and buried his head in the crook of your neck "You're too tight, sweetheart. But it feels so good and I barely get the head in."

He pushed a little harder and you felt the pressure building and along with it a sting that made you wince in pain. Stephen stopped immediately, checking on you. "Does it hurt?"

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. He kissed your neck and lowered the hand that was on your waist, putting it between your legs, touching your clit and circling it lightly. A moan escaped your lips, for an instant the pain disappeared and the pleasure revealed itself to you again. Stephen hummed satisfied and continued to stimulate your clit while whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

"Such a good girl letting me do this to you."

You moaned softly, wincing a little as he forced himself inside you again.

"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you, love. Relax for me, uh, I need you to trust me."

You felt his fingers work on you more insistently.

"Good girl, such a good girl for daddy."

You let out a loud moan just by hearing that word. Stephen knew very well what it did to you and he took advantage of it to spur you on.

"I know, sweetheart. You love it when daddy calls you a good girl, right?"

He pushed a little harder and you felt the pressure building. Stephen was too big and it all seemed too much, but you were determined to be a good girl for him and he was being so kind to you.

"You're doing so good for me, Y/n. I'm already halfway inside and you feel so good. So tight." He let out a groan and bit your shoulder to keep from being even louder. His cock jumping inside you, which made you flinch from the sting.

"Stephen..."

"I'm sorry sweetheart, you feel too good, my cock loves your tight little ass hole, I can't stop it." He pulsed again inside you making you whimper.

"It's too big, Steph..."

"I know. But you're doing great. Taking me so good." He continued rubbing your clit and you moaned loudly and Stephen took the opportunity to slip the rest of his cock into your ass.

"That's it, love. I'm all in. Can you feel my balls on your ass? They're so swollen..." He let out another loud groan when his cock pulsed again inside you.

"Oh, fuck, sweetheart. I want to fuck you hard..." He turned your face towards him and kissed you deeply making you moan into his lips.

You felt so full. It was an odd sensation, it burned a little, but at the same time you could feel something like pleasure coming from it. Stephen kissed your shoulder. "Are you all right, sweetheart?"

You just nodded, the words seemed to have gone out of your head.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked and you knew how hard it must be for him to control himself when you could clearly see that he was dying to fuck you properly. His breathing was fast, his cock throbbing violently inside you and little moans escaped his lips against his will.

You touched his face and pulled him back to your lips. His tongue entered your mouth with a certain desperation.

"Make me feel good, Stephen." You whispered into his lips and he circled your clit with his fingers again and slowly began to move. You let out a loud moan feeling something. Could it be pleasure?

You could feel his cock moving in and out of you making an obscene squelching sound. Stephen moaned aloud totally lost in his own pleasure. "So good, love. You feel so good. Daddy is so proud of you."

You barely noticed when your hips started to move on their own. It seemed instinctive and you were surprised to realize that it actually started to feel good. Stephen kissed you and moaned into your lips. "Look at you, sweetheart. Is it good? Tell me how good it feels."

You took your hand to his hand that was on your clit and pressed it so that he increased the intensity.

"It feels good, Stephen. Please, give me more."

You felt his movements that were restrained before now getting faster, but he was still hesitant. "I don't know, sweetheart. I don't want to hurt you."

You moved your hips against him faster "You won't. Please, I need more."

He kissed your shoulder and then pulled out to which you vehemently protested. "Turn around, sweetheart. I want to try something."

You complied, lying back on the mattress, your legs spread wide for him and you could feel the slick oozing down your neglected pussy. Stephen settled between your legs and with agility returned to penetrate you from behind. His cock met some resistance, much less than the first time and you felt no pain this time, just a pressure that soon turned to pleasure and brought a loud moan from your lips.

Stephen was ecstatic with your response. And you felt so good, so tight, your little hole choking his cock and sucking him in like your own life depended on it. He was holding back to maintain control and keep taking it slow with you, but you were making it very difficult for him with your little moans and the way you moved against him practically begging him to fuck you harder and faster.

"Oh Stephen, it feels good. Kiss me."

He bowed in surrender and let the weight of his body drive him even deeper into you. He was balls deep inside your ass and he could only describe it as heaven. He felt like he was in paradise, no other description would be true enough for the level of pleasure he was feeling. He kissed you, his tongue entering your mouth and dominating you as you dug your nails into his back and moaned begging for more.

He propped himself up on his elbows and pulled back just enough to thrust hard into you. You let out a little squeak which he stifled with another kiss. He did it again and again and waited for you to ask him to stop, but instead you kept moving underneath him, demanding for him to keep going as you praised him with all your sweetness.

"My god, Stephen. It feels good. You are so good. Your cock feels so perfect. It's so big, it just fits me so well."

He buried his face in the crook of your neck and let himself be carried away by the moment, fucking you now without fear of hurting you, confident that you were stretched enough by then. He knew though that he wouldn't last at that pace and as incredible as that was, he didn't want to cum, not yet, so he stopped and without pulling out he knelt between your legs and took a second to look at the vision of paradise before his eyes. Your ass stuffed with his cock and your pussy glistening with all your juices clenching around nothing, begging for some attention.

"Stephen, please... fuck me."

He grinned. He was sure he would never get tired of hearing those words coming out of your mouth, even more so with that tone of despair in your voice.

His cock throbbed violently demanding him to keep thrusting, but first he brought two fingers to your mouth making you suck on them and then brought them to your pussy, circling your clit with them, which made you moan loudly and writhe begging for more, your ass clenching even more and squeezing his cock deliciously.

He smirked confidently "I touch here and you answer there. What happens if I do this?" He penetrated your pussy with both fingers and you whimpered squirming in pleasure. "Tell me, sweetheart, does it feel good?" But you couldn't answer, so you just nodded.

"I know. It feels really good, right? It feels good for me too."

"Stephen... please."

Stephen started to move slowly and his fingers never left your pussy. He fucked you with them, curving them precisely to touch your g spot as his cock fucked your ass mercilessly and it wasn't long before he started to feel your pussy fluttering around his fingers.

"You are close, sweetheart? I can feel you little pussy clenching around my fingers. Is it that good?"

You nodded vehemently "Y-yes, Stephen. I wanna cum, please..."

Stephen was also close, but he was holding back. There was one more position in which he wanted to fuck your ass and finally let himself come. He had dreamed about it so many times, he couldn't help himself.

"You can cum, love, but only if you promise me you'll let me fuck your ass on all fours."

You bit your bottom lip "Yes, anything, Stephen. You can do whatever you want to me. I'm all yours."

Stephen smirked "All mine, uh, sweetheart? Is this tight little hole and this wet pussy all mine?"

"Yes, Stephen, all yours... oh my god, daddy it feels good."

Stephen loved hearing you call him daddy, it was silly, but it definitely did things with him. He increased his pace, continued finger fucking your pussy and added his thumb circling your clit to the sum which made you groan in pleasure.

"Fuck, Steph... I'm gonna..."

But your release came faster than your words. Your mouth went agape, your eyes closed, your pussy tightened around his fingers, your tight little hole contracting around his cock and pulling him to heaven as your legs shook convulsively.

"That's it, sweetheart, give it to me. Show me how good I make you feel."

You let out a little whimper "D-daddy... kiss me."

Stephen smiled “Hm such a good girl for daddy. I’m so proud of my little girl.” He kissed you ardently and then pulled out. "On your hands and knees for me now, sweetheart. I gave you yours, now I'll have mine."

You readily complied even though it wasn't an easy task getting up on your knees when your legs felt like they were made of jelly. Stephen moved right behind you and you felt his cock poking your ass again. He was careful to enter you, careful as if he might hurt you if he didn't, and you understood why. The position didn't make it any easier, quite the opposite. Somehow he seemed even bigger that way.

"Does it hurt?"

"No" You replied swallowing thickly and bracing yourself. Stephen started to thrust into you, slowly at first and then increasing his pace until all you could feel and hear was his balls hitting your ass cheeks and his groans and grunts accompanied by his praises.

"Just like that, sweetheart. Your tight little hole feels so good squeezing my cock like this. Such a good girl for daddy, taking my cock so well..."

You could feel it bringing pleasure to you again and instinctively you brought a hand up between your legs and started to rub your clit. Stephen loved to see that.

"Yes, sweetheart, rub your clit for me, show me how much you're enjoying this. Tell me how good I'm making you feel, tell me so I can cum."

You gladly obeyed. "It feels so good. Cum for me now, Stephen, please."

Stephen groaned loudly and took a few more thrusts before coming to a complete stop. "So fucking good... oh my fucking god..." He groaned cuming hard.

And that's it. You came, hard and wet, so wet you felt it running down your legs and for a second you feared you had peed yourself, but then you realized that that could only be one thing: You had squirted. For the first time and with anal. How improbable that was and at the same time it felt so good.

You felt your legs giving out and collapsed face down on the bed. Stephen pulled out. He took off the condom and knotted it and tossed it on the floor beside the bed and then threw himself onto the pillows and pulled you into his arms.

"Are you all right, sweetheart? You're shaking." He brushed your hair out of your face and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

"I'm okay, it just felt too much."

Stephen nodded "But it felt good, right? If it wasn't the case, you wouldn't have wet the bed like that."

You smiled feeling your face turn red "It felt good. Really good."

You felt Stephen's shoulders relax and he let out a satisfied sigh. "I have to admit I'm surprised you liked it so much. Generally, women don't like it very much..."

He stopped talking when you lifted your head and gave him a questioning look. "Right, because you're an expert on what women like and don't like..."

"That's not what I meant. It's common knowledge that women don't tend to..."

You cut him off with a kiss which ripped a hum from his lips. "What were you saying?"

He smirked "Forget it. I'm glad you liked it."

You tightened your arms around his waist "Did you like it? I mean, was it as you expected?"

He cupped your face "It was so much better."

You smiled and then stretched feeling your body tired.

"Shower?" Stephen suggested and you nodded.

"And clean sheets." You added.

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[johannestevans]

the thing about homophobic violence in stephen king's work is that like. he really has a good understanding of what drives a lot of homophobic violence, in that it's a desire for power and domination, and is often motivated by insecurity

esp bc like. i think he's quite good at understanding that like, out of 5 guys in a group doing a hate crime, most of them are bigoted and are either angry or want to show their power, but 1 of them might be doing it to mask his desire for their victim

idk like. i'm p sure king has talked about how the homoerotic vibes of richie and eddie aren't necessarily intentional in the original book, but obvs diff adaptations and responses over time has influenced how he feels about that reading of the text

and particularly in the storm of the century like. the detail specifically that it's the gay dude's hair that triggers the main homophobic dude's attraction to him, and therefore his desire to instigate violence against him?

and idk i'm watching apt pupil now, which is obviously adapted by bryan singer, and i think it's interesting as a jewish guy for him to focus on the themes of sexual violence, gratification through power, and internalised homophobia

esp as someone who like. is himself a violent sexual predator and has particularly sexually exploited children for so long, it makes sense that he'd identify with and focus on the idea of like. the fraught sexual dynamics between them

the fact that both denker's character and todd's are both gratified by and attracted to violence, but the fact that todd himself like. seeks out power over this man, and rather than in the short story like. his lack of attraction to his gf isn't bc she's jewish or bc he's violent

but is instead implied to be by the narrative and by her own dialogue that like. he's not actually attracted to women at all, and his fixation on denker's crimes and on nazism in general are a way to obfuscate his desire for men

and denker himself is obvs like. cognizant of that - w the gay dude he invites into his home who reads him as gay, but also just thinking of the physical intimacy between the two, the way he leans over and reaches past todd, small touches, etc

and esp the fact that the end of this film is about like. todd attempting to deny everything he's done and start over with a "clean slate", and particularly accusing french of grooming him, paralleling denker's turning of the tables on him earlier

noteworthy particularly that like. french as a jewish guidance counsellor, the way that ppl do associate jewish traits & emasculated jewish men w perpetration of sexual violence, and that todd turning the exploitation on him is gonna be influenced by his own nazi ideology

that doesn't need to be explicitly laid out for it to be true, that his desire for power & his confidence in stating things that aren't true and knowing he'll be believed - knowing it doesn't matter if he ISN'T, bc the damage to his reputation will be real - being just.

straight out of the fascist playbook, the nazi focus on controlling narratives and the flow of information, damaging reputation, etc

and the fixation on appearance of success over anything else being attached to the secreted violence

it's a strange watch today just knowing that like. bryan singer now lives in israel bc the state of israel has established itself as a safe haven for a lot of sexual predators, and knowing that he's sexually exploited so many young boys

and while i don't think he's talked about it, like. one would assume his sexual exploitation and his shamelessness in it are at least in part bc of ways he was exploited as a boy himself, and how that influences his ideas of like. this sort of power exploitation narrative

idk. fucked up! much to think about!

apt pupil adapted by singer is ultimately a narrative about like, a teenage boy's burgeoning obsessive kink and sexual domination over an older man, and obvs that makes sense as like. singer's own fantasy

but also the fact that like. singer obvs has a more sophisticated understanding of the implicit sexuality of a lot of this forced and coercive intimacy and violence - and also the fact that like. a young man like todd being So Successful is like

in part going to be attached to his focus on and obsession with nazi ideology, esp in the 1990s, SO LONG AS he keeps it subversive and doesn't say the quiet part out loud, as evidenced by rich family and how they're just cool w denker potentially being a nazi

like the grandfather asks, is obviously suspicious, but then is basically cool with it

and tbh the fact that like. his parents are basically cool with him going along and being groomed by this old man so long as it's not Obvious why and doesn't damage their reputation

bc the Nazism and white supremacist ideology embedded in WASP society is all about like. Appearances and deniability - child sexual abuse and antisemitism are both perfectly acceptable so long as no one KNOWS that's what you're involved in

[dick-helmet-magneto]

Top Five Fanfictions you've read, and top 5 fanfictions you've written!

Jesus Kay...

I'm so bad at keeping up with fanfics i've read. I genuinely have no idea but I'm starting with my bookmarks and working from there Top five fanfics i've read (in no particular order)

Misunderstandings Galore - xXQueenofDragonsXx in which Erik thinks Peter is Charles's son. I've read this fic so many times i keep thinking about it and coming back to it. I love a good misunderstanding

Drive My Way - Schatz2020 Race car driver Erik, surgeon Charles. They meet and Erik crashes his car. cannot be sold enough race car driver Erik. The world needs more. Especially with hurt Erik? Tear that boy to shreds. I once lost this fic and spent weeks looking for it.

If It Happens One More Time ('More Than Adequate' Remix) - Butterynutjob Charles and Erik meet, Erik is insecure. Charles finds out it's because Erik's wife is controlling and emotionally abusive. Another fic I've spent weeks looking for at one point. I just love Erik being hurt and Charles caring for him. There's a big theme going on here.

The next two aren't cherik related but live in my head rent free. both are by @rammyrue (hope the tag is okay)

Emergency Contact Sebastian is bought a sex worker, then is mistaken as the sex worker's emergency contact. It's been so long since I've read this fic but I think about it so much. It's been a while since i've read any mormor fics but this this one has stayed with me in the best way

Profess Sebastian goes to the wrong lecture, falls for Jim and for the woman Jim lives with. I've read this more times than I could count. At least once a week it enters my mind. There are parts that I just suddenly remember and go back to reread like I'm watching my favorite episode of a show.

I could take the easy way out and give the like over all most popular fics i've written but I feel like that's not the goal here. almost 350 fics to sort through. Top five fanfics i've written (in no particular order)

Pawns and Rings 5 Times Charles and Erik play chess and 1 time Erik proposes to Charles instead.

Professors Stark and Strange Tony and Stephen are professors they're married, no one knows. It's a whole thing. This is on the list just because it is objectively, looking at hits and kudos the best fic I've written almost 12k hits, over 1.5k kudos, over 100 bookmarks.

See for Yourself Sebastian is going blind and what good is a blind sniper?

Not Who You Think I Am Sub Erik, dom Charles. Everyone worries that Erik is abusing Charles because of how intimidating he is. Less about the fic, more about the plot. I love fics where everyone thinks Erik is dangerous and going to hurt Charles but around Charles and Charles only he's the softest, kindest, most caring boyfriend.

Secret Dad-ing Unknown to everyone in the school, in the dead of the night, when everyone else sleeps, Erik steals some moments alone with his son.

[lokisprettygirl]

Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 24 here //Series Masterlist

Chapter 25

Summary : Your lives turns upside down again when it's revealed why you were never supposed to meet Loki in this timeline.

Warning: 18+, HUGE Canon divergence(Just me making shit up) This is a long chapter, 6k words, Gets very sad, mention of stalking, mention of psychological torture, angst, insecurities, ptsd, self deprecating behaviour, panic attack, soft precious bean loki,

"Carbon monoxide poisoning symptoms" you typed the term in your phone to see if hallucinations were one of the symptoms but it wasn't the case. "Schizophrenia symptoms" as you mumbled in your mouth you heard Stephen- no wait, a weird looking Stephen in a costume clearing his throat so you looked at him. He wasn't real, the other Loki wasn't real either, none of this was happening and you were just sick or something.

"You are a neurosurgeon right? Hallucinations are the symptom of Schizophrenia huh?" You asked him so he rolled his eyes, you were sitting on the sofa while those two were standing in front of the tv.

"I cannot believe this, why is she annoying in every fucking universe? Every bloody timeline she's the same" you gasped as Stephen said that.

"Mind your language that is my wife you are addressing such audaciously"

"This one is not your wife, and I'm talking about my ex wife"

"Ex for a reason, you will show her respect from this moment onwards you hear me?" Other Loki raised his voice so weird as fuck Strange groaned and then they both looked at you, you had called Loki, your Loki, but his number was unavailable, you sent him a message and you were hoping he'd be there as soon as possible.

"Did you say wife?" You asked Other Loki so he sighed.

"Well.." he walked towards you so you crouched against the sofa and that immediately made him halt in his step.

"Don't be afraid my dear, I will never hurt you" his brows furrowed and the gesture immediately made you feel calm but then you started to cry because you felt absolutely crazy. What was all of this about? What was happening?

"Please don't cry, i know I am.." he sighed and took a deep breath so you looked at him "I am not the Loki you love, and my y/n she is ..at home waiting for me and I need to return to her as soon as I can, she worries so much" his voice sounded sincere, he seemed just like your Loki but how was that even possible? His y/n? Who was she?

"I just feel that I'm going crazy, what is happening?" You sniffled again so he sat down on the sofa but he was careful to maintain a respectable distance.

"You are not crazy, I know this seems as if you're losing your mind but trust me y/n this is all real" he said softly

"Who are you guys?" You glared at both of them.

"I am Loki, this is Doctor Stephen Strange, we came here from another timeline for a crucial discussion" he told you so you tried to process his words. Loki wasn't wrong, those dreams weren't just dreams afterall.

"Another timeline?" Your eyes widened at the revelation,

"Yes, there are multiple universes y/n" you rubbed your head with your forefingers as you tried to process what did this even mean for you and Loki? Why were they here?

"You said you are here for a discussion? What discussion? And why on earth he's dressed that way?" Stephen rolled his eyes as you glared at him again.

"Where is your Loki?" Stephen asked you

"He's on a mission"

"Mission?" Other Loki questioned, his voice sounded curious,

"He's an Avenger "

Other Loki chuckled as you said that.

"They really did make me an Avenger?" you nodded and you noticed his eyes softening.

"Are you guys from other universe or something, Loki said something about other realities and i didn't believe him" you mumbled nervously.

"Yes, actually no, but it is an exceptionally complicated matter"

When Loki found your message he immediately asked Thor to drop him to your apartment. You ran into his arms as soon as he came, but unlike you he didn't seem as shocked with their presence. At first he thought they were Thano's mules but when they revealed the same thing they told you he had an inkling, he knew those dreams were not just coincidences.

"What is happening lo?" He kissed your forehead and hugged you again as you asked him that.

"I don't know darling but let us find that alright?" You nodded as he said that.

He looked at his own reflection as his eyes met with Other Loki.

"What happened to us?" Other Loki smiled and looked down as your Loki questioned him. He sighed and looked at Stephen before he spoke again.

"Well in my timeline we never picked the tesseract, never ended up in here like you did"

"They took me to asgard, what happened to me there?"

"I am afraid I cannot divulge any more information than that"

"Then why are you both here?" Loki asked him.

"You all are wasting my precious time"

All of you glared at Strange collectively as he said that

"Did I really marry you?" You crossed your arms as you questioned him.

"Unfortunately yes, we both made some awfully wrong decisions "

"I don't understand our first meeting was horrible..I was late, you were so rude to me"

"Not in my timeline..you were never late in my timeline, why were you late in this one? What were you doing? Do you remember?" Ofcourse you remembered, you were talking to Loki and had lost the track of time. Oh god.

Your eyes widened at the realisation.

"Ohh God I was late because I was talking to you" you looked at Loki and his eyes teared up.

"Exactly and you two weren't together at the time, hadn't even met, so you were never late for the meeting. It wasn't anything special but it wasn't a disaster either and you agreed with everything I had to say about the battle of New York and Loki" Stephen said so you looked at your Loki.

"You hated me, in our timeline when you met Strange you had no reason to defend me because you didn't even know me at the time because we hadn't even met yet" your eyes teared up as Other loki said that.

"Then you got into the accident and I had to take care of you and then you were stalked by that Ronald guy..the friendship between us grew and that led to a forced loveless marriage" Strange said and all of a sudden it made sense, you had no hope of finding true love so you must have compromised or succumbed to the pressure of your mother.

"Ofcourse it was loveless..how did you become this?" You gestured towards his attire.

"I can not tell you anything more then you need to know"

"Why are you two here then?" Loki asked them both so they looked at each other.

"To warn you of the danger that is ahead of us" Stephen said

"Thanos?" Loki asked

"No apparently as I have come to learn he will die a brutal death and his blood will be on our hands. He's no threat to us in my timeline, someone much more diabolical will emerge, much more powerful than Thanos or any other entity" Other Loki responded.

"Someone more powerful than Thanos?" Loki looked at him confused.

"Yes"

"Who is that??" You asked him

"You"

Your eyes widened as other Loki said that, at first you thought he meant you but he was looking behind you, he was looking at Loki.

"What do you mean?" You asked him.

"In this timeline you and the Avengers sure defeated the army of Thanos but it came with a huge sacrifice, they took her and she sacrificed her life for you" Stephen answered instead,

"Nooo–" Loki whispered as he took a step back so you grabbed onto his arms. He can't even imagine losing you, he had vowed to protect you.

"That is true," Other loki whispered.

"Her demise drove you to the ruins, the long pointless life felt like a curse and you knew you won't survive without her and without her by your side no one was there to bring you back from the edge of the insanity" you looked at Loki and for some reason he didn't seem surprised by the revelation.

"What did i do then?" His eyes remained firm as he asked that.

"You threw yourself into the art of dark magic and you summoned the goddess of death, she granted you a wish, she told you that she will resurrect the one person you so badly needed to be alive again but she needed several sacrifices" Other Loki said to him.

"Sacrifices?"

"In order to bring your y/n back to life she needed the souls of every variant of her that exists in every other universe out there"

Stephen said and you shook your head at the revelation. No he would never hurt you, not in any universe, that wasn't possible.

"You will kill my y/n" Other Loki's voice trembled as he spoke

"I would never do that, i would never hurt her" Loki's voice choked on his tears as he spoke,

"But you did, you killed all those other variants of her from multiple universes that exists and you got them all Loki because nobody could defeat you, not one single entity in the universe held powers that excelled or even matched yours.. every time you killed one of her variant and her Lokis who were there to defend her, their powers were absorbed within you and that only made you stronger. When Frigga our mother, tried to stop this madness you killed her first, then you killed Odin and then our brother Thor, and anyone who came in between you and your quest to resurrect your y/n, you got rid of them all with no qualms or remorse. Everytime you hurt someone you lost a fraction of your soul Loki"

"Did I find her again? Did I find my y/n?" Loki asked Other Loki and you felt his hand in yours

"Yes you did find her again but when she realised what you had done to get her back she couldn't live with that truth, she left the man she loved the most, she died for you but she came back to a monster that she knew she'll never able to love again, a monster she didn't even recognise"

"He'd never do that, he'd never hurt anyone like that..he'd not kill innocent people just to get me back " you defended him because you couldn't believe your Loki was capable of such monstrosity.

"I will" you looked at him shocked as he said that "I have known madness y/n and i have lived it, you're the only one to bring a semblance of normalcy in my life, losing you would kill me and I am afraid I'll die the day you will"

"Nooo loki..no" you hugged him tightly and he wrapped his arms around yours. The Other Loki stepped closer to you both, it was strange for him to be able to see his other self this way.

He really did love you madly in every universe.

"Is there a way to prevent her death?" Your Loki asked Doctor Strange. You both just wanted to get things back to how they were. You just wanted to love him and be loved by him. Why had your life turned upside down again?

"No, your presence is an anomaly Loki, that is why I am here, you weren't supposed to exist, your future self is standing right in front of you" Loki looked at his Other self and the other one nodded..

"That's how it was meant to happen but by choosing to pick the tesseract you have caused a diversion in the timeline, this other Loki is you, he's not from other universe, he's from your earth, he is you Loki" You looked at them shocked as Stephen revealed that. The Other Loki wasn't from other universe he was the Loki you had seen in your dreams once.

"So what does that mean? Are you telling me the lives we have been living here, none of this was ever meant to exist?" You asked Stephen, your heartbeat sped at the thought of having this life being taken away from you.

"None of this was meant to happen, it's a diversion that will cause the multiversal war and you know who is going to impose that war? You. This version of you, saddened by the unbearable grief you will lose your way again Loki, there will be no redemption this time"

"Go away, both of you, this discussion is over" Loki glared at both of them so the Other Loki walked towards you.

"Y/n i know it's going to be difficult but we will be together someday, i already have you in the future but for us to live together forever this timeline will have to be erased"

"Nooo you're not my Loki..he is"

"I am..we are the same darling" your eyes teared up as he said that.

"What does this even mean for us?" Loki asked Stephen.

"There's a ritual to fix the timeline, Loki will have to return to Asgard the way it was intended for him"

"No no noooo" you collapsed on your knees as strange said that so your loki immediately went down on his knees and hugged you tightly. This life felt too good to be true, now you knew why. It wasn't even real, it wasn't supposed to happen. Just when you had begun to love the life you were given, it was going to be taken away from you.

"There must be another way" Loki said, his eyes brimming with hope that you knew will never come.

"No there's not Loki, there's no other way" Stephen answered

"This is our life now and I'm not willing to throw it away and why should I even believe you, maybe you both are just lying to us for your own selfish gains"

Other Loki sighed as Loki said that.

"Frustrating isn't it?" Stephen scoffed at Loki's stubbornness.

"What about the past, we met at the fair, where are those two?" You asked them

"That never happened y/n because you were always destined to meet me at that party..the meeting at the fair was never supposed to happen and this few months that you have spent with each other were definitely never meant for us, it's merely a diversion"

"But I can't let go, so many memories and we love each other so much" you cried out and Loki was barely holding onto his own tears.

"We do and we will love each other more than anything" Other Loki said but you clutched onto yours as tightly as you could.

You cried, he cried and it never seemed to cease, you weren't ready to let go of this life, you weren't ready to accept that this was never meant to be yours. You knew you both had to make a decision, a cruel decision, a huge sacrifice just so your other selves will be safe from your Loki but you didn't think you'd ever be ready to let go of the love you have shared with him in the past few months. When the headache set in and the tears stopped coming you got up and went to the kitchen to make tea for everyone.

"So will we really get married in the future?" You asked the Other loki as he had followed you in the kitchen but you had your eyes on your own sweet baby who was discussing something with Stephen Strange. He wanted to know everything before the ritual tomorrow.

"In six months of meeting each other" your eyes flickered as he said that.

"How did that happen, in our timeline we have broken up twice already"

"Hmmm that must have been heartbreaking darling" you looked at him as he used the petname.

"It was"

"Well i can not tell you what will happen to us in the future, though the ritual will erase everything that has happened in this timeline, it's still a risk to divulge that information"

"You have no idea how hard it is..look at him, you have no idea how cruel it is for you two to ask us to give this all up" you but on your cheek to stop yourself from crying again but just the thought of what you two had to do was enough to break you.

"I do, i absolutely understand what you are going through, you want to know why?" He asked you as you wiped your tears.

"Because I'm giving up my memories too, it won't happen the same way that it did before, maybe things will change, I'm risking it all for us because I cannot sit idly by and wait for our eternal doom, I can't lose you forever, this way at least there will always be hope for us and deep down i know that i will find you sweet y/n, I will always find you, we will find each other i promise"

Your eyes teared up as he said that.

He was your loki. He was the same man you were in love with, just a few years older and perhaps wiser.

"Ummm am I the same as your y/n ?"

"Mmm yes but mine is very naughty"

"You have no idea how naughty I am"

"Trust me I do" you smiled as he said that. He grabbed the two tea cups as you both stepped out of the kitchenette.

"Does Frigga hates me in the future as well?" You asked the Other Loki and Loki looked at his other self as well for an answer. His eyes were teary and you didn't understand why.

"She never hated you y/n, she just knew the reality of your existence, she just wanted to seperate you both for the greater good" Stephen answered you.

"Ohhhh"

"How's the relationship between us and Thor?" Loki questioned his other self.

"It's not the worst"

"So that's it, you'll do some magic stuff and both of us will go back to our shitty lives where we didn't know each other?" You scoffed and crossed your arms together as you glared at Stephen.

"It does seem horrifying when you put it that way"

"I need to know more about the multiverse" Loki asked Stephen.

"Nothing to know really, there are multiple universes that is similar to ours"

"So in every universe there's a Loki and y/n?" You asked Stephen and Other loki answered instead.

"Yes, in one of them we meet at a grocery store" you smiled as he said that "That is cute"

"And in another one, we trick her into releasing us from a cell in the Avengers towers" Other Loki smiled as he said that.

"Ahhh y/n you are definitely lucky you're not living that version of yourself" Stephen said and it made you curious.

"Why?"

"Just count your blessings.. that's it, she has literally been through hell on earth"

"What else is out there, what versions of us?" Loki asked Stephen.

"Well there are several yous out there, you're a wrestler, a doctor, a bodyguard even-infact that is one of the few rare versions of you that is a mortal, in one universe you actually get cursed by a witch and go on doing some Phantom of the Opera shit, and oh in several of your realities you are pretty much yourself, the God Loki as you were destined to be" Stephen chuckled as he revealed the information. How was he sane after having so much of information in his head?

"But we find her everywhere, in every universe we find a version of her that is meant for us for life"

Loki looked at you as Other Loki said that "If you are worrying that we are going to lose her then it's simply just untrue, it will take much longer to find her perhaps but once we do we will never lose her again. However that will only happen if this timeline is reversed to the day when you had picked the tesseract because this life that you are living right now is going to end every one of us in every other universe" Loki nodded as Other Loki said that.

"We need some time to think" you told them so they collectively sighed again. Maybe you'll wake up tomorrow and all of this would be nothing but a nightmare, you hoped for that because you couldn't imagine a life where he never ended up in your apartment that day, you couldn't imagine not having him live with you for those two months, you couldn't bear the thought of losing your friendship that had brewed so delicately in those times.

You couldn't imagine not falling in love with him the way you did.

You also couldn't imagine losing Thor's brotherly care or Jane's friendship, you couldn't bear the thought of losing your mother's affection again or marrying Strange, that was the worst of all.

As they left, Loki picked you up and laid you down on the bed then he snuggled into you as he usually did, your fingers caressed his scalp softly and then you heard him crying, that made you cry even harder.

"Loki what are we going to do..I don't want to let go of our life here"

He cupped your cheeks and got on top of you as you said that, you felt his lips on yours as he kissed you tenderly.

"Neither do I darling but I can't live without you either and knowing that someday I will lose you to death in this life and will go on a killing rampage is something to think about isn't it?" He laid down next to you so you wrapped your arms around him.

You wanted to tell him to move on, to find someone else but then you put yourself in his shoes and realised how hard it was, just a few months and it was unbearable to stay away from him so you couldn't imagine his plight when you'd leave him after years of togetherness. He'd go insane and you won't be there to bring him back to you.

"Do you think ..do you think those other Lokis and me in different universes, do you think they love each other as much as we do?" He smiled as you said that.

"Perhaps they do, if they're anything like us, they must be madly in love with each other and I will take it away, i will ruin their paradise, I will become the monster that has always been there in me" his eyes welled up again so you kissed him again.

"You're not a monster Loki and you could never be, you're the noblest man there ever was or will be, no other man would have agreed to fix this the way you did, you deserved to be selfish this time but I know you'd never want to hurt anyone like that" he pulled you into his arms as you said that, his sweet princess always believed in him, no wonder he went crazy in this timeline and crossed all the limits just to have you back.

"Can't we just prevent me from dying here?" You asked him as you caressed his cheek with your fingers.

"If the sorcerer supreme believes that it is impossible to prevent your death then I'm inclined to believe him"

"Why?"

"He's the sole protector of time stone darling, he sees it all, every outcome, every possibility, every reality"

You both knew you had to do this, you knew this was the right thing to do but losing these memories with him was killing you, more so as you knew you won't even get a chance to grieve the loss. Because you won't even remember this time, this life will be erased in a flash as if it never existed, but you had to do this now, the longer you halt the process the more painful it will get.

You spend the night making love to him because you didn't want to waste a second of your time with him even though the time itself made no sense to you anymore, you were living a life not meant or written for you.

"Hey mom" you smiled as you called her the next morning, you had already been to the tower to meet Jane and Thor, their realities will change too. You never even thought about that but at least they won't even know or suffer the way you both were suffering and your gut told you that they will find each other as well.

"I just wanted to tell you that I love you and that I'll be okay" you mumbled but your voice choked up.

"Y/n what's going on" you noticed the worry in her voice.

"Nothing I just miss you"

"Well I'm seeing you next month" your eyes teared up more as she said that.

"Yeah.. okay mom i have to go now I'll talk to you later" when you hung up you both went to see Mrs Geller, you didn't say anything but just hugged her as tightly as you could before you came back to the apartment again and you both sat down on the couch. You had the knife he had gifted you as well as the blanket.

"I just realised that you gave me such nice gifts but i never gave you anything" you mumbled softly so he smiled,

"My princess you have given me everything..you don't even know what you have done for me" you hugged him tightly as he said that and then you cried some more.

When Strange arrived, this time Loki wasn't with him, you figured he was spending his last moments with the future you before his reality will shift again.

"Just remember, both of you will be sent to right where you were that day when Loki had picked the tesseract, there's 99.99 percent chance that none of you will remember this" you and Loki looked at each other as he said that.

"So there's a 0.1 percent chance that we will?" He asked Stephen. You knew you weren't that lucky, if you were actually that lucky none of this would have been happening in the first place.

"Even if somehow that does happen, just don't say anything to anyone" Strange warned you both.

"What will happen if we do?" You asked him.

"You can not tell anyone about this, just remember that"

"So whatever decisions we make in that timeline will be our future, am i correct? There will be no more diversions right" you said

"Yes, now don't say anything during the ritual, i wouldn't want to lose my concentration" Stephen told you so you scoffed.

"Are you an asshole in every universe?

He didn't respond but rolled his eyes instead. You kissed Loki one more time before Strange commenced the ritual and all the memories you had made with him came to the surface of your mind.

"What I'm saying is that our paths were meant to collide, perhaps you were born to become mine someday precious y/n"

"You are my only woman my darling, you're my best friend and you're the only person I see whenever I close my eyes and envision the future that is ahead of us, my only fear is that you will not be there with me and I would go to any length to prevent that from happening"

"I love you and just so you know, nothing will ever ruin our friendship, you will always be my best friend in the whole nine realms and I be yours"

"Godd i would die for you…I love you so much"

"And i will kill for you my princess"

You squeezed his hands tightly as your eyes welled up, you could just feel the memories slipping by you more and more.

"So we just, ummm, go back to being friends who kiss sometimes and do other stuff, you are going to be all mine and I..well we will be patient with each other as we figure out how we are going to deal with these problems that we have and we won't leave each other no matter what happens okay?"

"I love you Princess, I have never nor will I ever love again so deeply the way I love you"

"I can't stop obsessing over the moments we have spent with each other, I can't stop thinking that I'd never get to kiss you again and I haven't slept in a month because all I think of as soon as I hit the bed is you. I stay awake all night just wishing for you to hold me again"

"Ten years from now I don't want to look back at my life and regret losing a precious person like you, ten years down the line I still want to have you by my side"

"I want to run to you and touch you whenever I want. I want to see you smile and hear your laughter, watch you dance and kiss you until our souls are intertwined with each other. I want to snuggle with you after making love to you but I can't do any of those things if you are not even here. If you're dead because of me. I'd never ever move on from that, just the mere thought of living in a world where I can't find you and look at your precious face terrifies me to my very being"

"I love you lo, I know I do, for once in my life i know that I am in love and i love you.. so much and it scares me because I don't think I'll ever be able to fall in love again with someone who is not you, I always dreamt of a man like you and I found you, it's nothing less than a miracle for me"

"Perhaps i was searching for the heat myself, all I had to do was find you..right place at the right time"

"My love, no matter where in the world we are, eventually we will cross each other's path in one way or another and we will do so when our timing is aligned perfectly, a moment so absolute where we would be eager and desperate to fall so deeply in love with each other..just like this, you were made for me darling and I'll find you anywhere, anytime..i promise "

"I love being your friend"

"Okay..ummm so..we can be friends who kiss sometimes and they cuddle"

"And friends who don't see other people"

"If you ever find yourself trapped by the twisted paths of uncertainties, remember that you can always cut through and make a new one"

"Maybe my perception of love has been skewed because of those romantic movies but I have never felt that intense type of love in my life..like ever. Never felt the chemistry..that bubbling scorching heat

"Any man would be fortunate to have a woman like you, but you do not deserve just any other man..you deserve the noblest of them all.. perhaps the reason you haven't found one yet "

"You're very kind my lady, thank you, i won't disappoint you i promise"

"Wash your hair..you look like a pine tree"

You felt a sharp pain in your head and everything spinned around you both.

"Okay come soon, I love you pretty boy"

See you soon my beloved..never forget that I love you"

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"Y/n? Y/n? Are you listening" your mom raised her voice so you placed your hand on the door in order to brace yourself. You felt dizzy. You felt nauseous and sick. You had just came back from work, you stared at your apartment door for a minute before you stepped inside.

"Yes mom I'm here" your apartment was empty, too empty.

"God that Asgardian terrorist Loki is shameless, he got no remorse, he's refusing to leave our planet" She rambled on so you hummed in response.

"Mom I just got home..I'll talk to you later okay? I am hungry so I'm going to eat" You looked at yourself in the mirror, you had a white shirt on with a blue jeans. You immediately walked towards the tv, turned it on and then you put the news channel on,

"Breaking news, The war criminal responsible for the battle of New York, the Asgardian terrorist Loki has apparently refused to return to Asgard along with his brother" The screen changed and you saw the media hoarding outside the Avengers tower. And then you saw him begging Thor to not take him back, Thor definitely seemed confused by the sudden change in his behavior, as Loki charged towards the people in the media, they all took a step back in fear.

"Please don't be afraid..I am not going to hurt anyone" the fear in his own voice made your eyes tear up.

"What the hell is wrong with you brother?" Thor grabbed Loki by the arm and you noticed tears in his eyes.

"I need to stay…i need to stay here" he mumbled over and over again, men in black suits then came forward to take him inside but he looked at all the cameras he could spot before they can drag him away.

"I remember, i remember, I need to stay please, i remember, i remember everything"

You took a few steps behind you until you hit the sofa and then you sat down.You let out a huge cry as you realised what that meant. The crying was bittersweet because you had spent the day feeling sicker then ever.

He remembered. And you felt lucky because you sure as hell remembered him.

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Note : Pheeww this is the most difficulty I have ever had while writing a chapter. Their story is not finished yet though 👀😏💚

Also little easter eggs for the people who have read my other stories 🥹

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Shadow of Doubt (Stephen Strange x Reader)

Summary: A hidden revelation about Stephen's attendance at Christine's wedding casts a shadow of doubt on your relationship, provoking emotions of insecurity and uncertainty.

Warnings: SMUT over 18+ ONLY, creampie, unprotected sex, porn without plot, hint of angst

A/N: this was supposed to be a short, angsty drabble, but I got caught up in the smut oops (but not really) also just wrote quickly so if you see mistakes, what mistakes?

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“Sweetie?” You heard Stephen call from outside the bathroom. You wrapped yourself in a black robe before stepping out to meet him. 

“Stephen.” You gave him a smile, knowing full well that he had just been at Christine’s wedding. It was just last week you noticed a card sticking out from his coat pocket. Upon further inspection, you read it as an invitation card to Christine’s wedding. 

He rarely spoke of her with you, just saying she was an old co-worker who he used to date in his surgeon days. But a part you knew it was something more. From the broken watch he still wore on his arm, to this, you knew very well Christine wasn’t just some ex.

He moved across the room and hugged you tightly. You wondered if he had spoken to her today. If he felt a sense of regret letting her go seeing her in a white dress. If he even loved you. 

“I’ve missed you, sweetie.”

“Yeah? Busy day today?” You replied, trying to remain oblivious. He only nodded, dodging the question all together.

“Just needed to see you.” He kissed your cheek and rested his forehead against yours, holding you by your waist. You grazed your fingers against the side of his face, studying his features carefully. He took your head in his grasp, his fingers weaving through your hair before he kissed you. You leaned into him, submitting to his passionate kisses, moving your lips in tandem of his. 

Stephen pulled away slowly, looking down between you and moved his hands down to the knot at your bathrobe. He slowly loosened it, opening it with ease. He pushed his hands between the silk fabric and touched your bare skin. His warm touch always made you quiver slightly, which he was able to calm with his lips. He leaned down to place a soft kiss on your shoulder before moving his hand around your waist-  squeezing firmly. 

Stephen looked up at you with his cold, blue eyes. It expressed a particular longing expression- one of which you knew he wanted to take this further. He rested his forehead against yours once again as his hand slowly moved down from your stomach. Slow and careful until he brushed his middle finger against your sensitive bud. He pushed it back and forth, teasing your slit until you coated his fingers in your slick. He watched your every reaction intently, gauging when to slow or to move faster.

You bared your neck to him as your head fell back and let out a soft moan.  He continued his work between your legs, moving his lips to latch on your neck. His fingers thrummed against your clit, as they circled around it. 

With the other arm, Stephen wrapped it around your waist and lifted you up, placing you gently down on the bed. He pushed the robe off your shoulders, moving his lips down from your collarbone to your shoulders. He made sure both sides were taken care of, then helped you to lean back onto the bed. 

With a sudden change in pace, he quickly removed his clothes and got on top of you, spreading your legs wide with his knee and settling down between your legs. You looked up at him and saw a primal hunger on his face. Before you knew it, he was pushing his cock into you, desperate to be wrapped in your heat. And you let him. He grunted with every thrust, trying to chase his high. 

You reciprocated his hunger- hooking your legs behind his, pulling him close to you, wanting to be engulfed by him. Although, a part of you still hung on those questions but in this moment, it was only you and him.

He breathed against your temple, his breath hot and wet against your skin. You took his face in your hands, kissing his deeply, you took his bottom lip between your teeth and playfully bit it. This only made Stephen more lustful, his eyes growing darker as he claimed you. 

His movements started to become erratic, almost animalistic as he chased his release. His hold on your waist would probably leave bruises in the morning. The sweat that was beading above his brow fell onto you with every thrust.

He moaned and you could feel his cock throbbing inside you. After a couple more thrusts, he stilled and you could feel his cock twitching with every spurt of his cum.

“Oh fuck-“ He grunted through his teeth before collapsing on top of you. He kissed you messily before rolling off and settling by your side. 

You remained on your back, laying in the silence apart from heavy breaths. After a couple minutes, Stephen turned to you and smiled with closed eyes and an exhausted expression.

“I love you, y/n.” He spoke before drifting off. Your mind lingered on that statement, constantly fighting whether it was really true or not.

A flicker of doubt crossed your face, a silent reflection of the turmoil within your heart. Knowing his secret attendance at Christine's wedding had shattered the trust you had in him and made you question any authenticity of his past and future affections. 

Could you ever truly trust Stephen again? Or would the ghost of Christine forever haunt your relationship, a constant reminder of a love that never truly belonged to you?