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ironstrange1991 · 3 months ago

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The Healing Touch

Pairing: Stephen!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: The Reader has a terrible headache and Stephen goes full doctor mode to take care of her

Word Count: 4,1k

A/N: This fic is total self indulgent. The entire medical part is based on my experience with the worst headache I've ever had in my life. I had to take something positive from the whole situation. Hope you guys like it and have a nice reading ;)

You had never had such a bad headache in your entire life. It was strong enough to bring tears to your eyes and prevent you from working. It had all started with an allergy attack due to the renovation work in the office building where you worked. Even taking the anti-allergy medication you were used to taking, things only got worse and soon your airways were completely blocked and you had an incessant cough that made you want to vomit your guts out.

But things got worse when you woke up on Friday with a headache that simply wouldn't go away no matter how many painkillers you took. The persistent pain got worse over the days, reaching its peak on Monday morning. When you woke up, you simply couldn't open your eyes, and when you tried to get up, your head hurt with a piercing throb that made you sit down again and fall into silent tears.

It was a nightmare. Stephen was on mission and you hadn't been able to talk to him in the last few days. You were practically married to a doctor, but you couldn't count on him to help you when you needed it most and that only made you cry even more, giving in to despair.

After a few minutes you forced yourself to get up and staggered to the bathroom where you forced yourself into the shower, hoping that the cold water would somehow help you, but there was no improvement. As you were changing your clothes, feeling dizzy from the strength of the pain and the throbbing in your forehead, you decided that you would take a taxi and go straight to the hospital. By that point, your anxious mind was already telling you that you had a brain tumor.

You were slowly walking down the stairs, each step you took making your head ache even more, when you heard the familiar hiss of a portal opening in the entrance hall. You didn't feel excited, already imagining it was Wong and the light coming from the windows and the door barely allowed you to open your eyes to see anything, but then you heard a baritone voice informing you that it was Stephen who had arrived.

"Sweetheart? What's wrong?" His voice was a big relief, although it sounded extremely worried and as if by magic - which it was - he was by your side, helping you to put your arm around his neck and picking you up. He quickly went downstairs and took you to the nearest sofa in the main hall and knelt in front of you. Cloaky let go of his shoulders and flew nervously across the room, stopping behind the sofa and watching you.

Stephen's presence, although a relief, made you succumb to tears again.

"Hey, Y/n, look at me, tell me what's going on, you look pale. What are you feeling?" He asked, going into full doctor mode and forcing your eyes open so he could examine them.

"My head is exploding." You finally managed to speak. "It's been hurting since Friday, but today it's unbearable, Stephen. I can't handle the pain."

Stephen conjured a small flashlight to examine your pupils and then hummed to himself looking relieved. "The pupils are normal. That's good. Can you follow my finger, please?" He asked, raising his index finger to the level of your eyes and directing it to the left and then to the right slowly. You followed the movement with your eyes to which he praised.

"Very good. Now tell me how many fingers you see." He asked, showing you three fingers.

"Three."

"Very good. And now?" He showed you one finger.

"One."

"Good. One more time. How many fingers?" He asked, closing his fist.

"None."

He nodded, sighing in relief. But the small wrinkle that always appeared between his eyebrows was still there.

"How is your vision? Can you see perfectly or is it blurry? Any black spots or spots of light?"

You shook your head. "I can see, but I can't keep my eyes open because the light makes it hurt even more." You whimpered. "The pain is too bad, Stephen. I don't know what to do."

Stephen shushed you, putting the small flashlight aside and bringing his two thumbs to your forehead, positioning them just above your eyebrows and pressing them there in circular motions.

"Fuck." You hissed.

"I hit the spot, didn't I? Here is where it hurts the most?"

You nodded. "And inside of my eyes and on my cheeks. It feels like my whole face hurts. Even my teeth."

He hummed positively but remained silent, moving his fingers from your forehead to your cheekbones and down to the joint of your jaw, putting some pressure there.

"It hurts so much, Stephen. What if I have a brain tumor? Or... or an aneurysm? What if I have an aneurysm?" Your voice was getting shakier and shakier, and heavy tears fell from your eyes. "I don't want to die, Stephen. I don't want to." You said, clinging to him and hiding your face in his neck as you gave in to crying again.

Stephen wrapped you in his arms, one of his hands stroking your hair as he shushed you. "You're not going to die, sweetheart, and you don't have an aneurysm or a brain tumor." He said, trying to reassure you.

"But it hurts too much." You whimpered.

"I know. I'll make it stop. I promise. I'm here now. But you need to let me go so I can go to the drug store to get your medication."

But the idea seemed absurd to you and instead of letting him go, you tightened your arms around him even more, which made him grunt softly and pull your hands away gently.

"What you have is called sinusitis. It's a serious inflammation of the airways that causes secretions to build up in this region here." He explained, pulling you away enough so he could illustrate what he was saying. He ran his index finger along your cheekbones and above your nose. "Because of the inflammation, you feel pain here." He continued moving his finger down to your jaw. "That's why your teeth hurt too." You nodded.

"But why does my head have to hurt so much? I don't understand." You asked, wiping away the tears with the back of your hand.

"Because the inflammation causes the facial muscles to tense up, which causes all the pain." He explained, standing up, but you held his hand tightly.

"Don't leave me alone. Please."

Stephen sighed. "I really need to go, love. The sooner you get your medication, the faster you'll get rid of the pain. Isn't that what you want?" He asked and you nodded, but kept holding his hand anyway.

"I had an idea. What if Clocky stays with you while I go, huh? Do you think that's a good idea?"

Before you could even answer, you felt the sentient relic moving excitedly behind you.

"It really loves you, you know?" Stephen insisted and you finally let go of his hand and watched him gesticulate with his head for the relic to come closer. Cloaky quickly flew over the couch and wrapped you in a comfortable hug. One of the things you loved about it - besides the fact that it was a magical piece of clothing that had thoughts and feelings just like Aladdin's carpet and you thought that was amazing - was that it smells like Stephen.

The warmth and soft touch comforted you somehow and you leaned against the back of the couch and curled your legs up trying to get as comfortable as possible.

"That's great, sweetie. I'll be back in a minute. I promise." He said and with a quick gesture of his fingers his robes were exchanged for jeans and a shirt and he walked quickly towards the door.

...

Stephen hated waiting in line. He had always been impatient, but ever since he learned the mystic arts he simply couldn't accept that there were things he couldn't solve with magic. Sure, he could open a portal and get the medication he needed, but that would be stealing and he considered himself an honest enough guy to do that. So there he was waiting in line at the checkout with a basket in his hand, waiting for the woman to pass the purchases of the person in front of him with an almost deliberate slowness while everyone in the drug store continued to stare at him in the strange way that everyone else stared at him when they recognized him.

When it was finally his turn, the woman named Katia looked at him with a sour face and said in a tedious manner, "Prescription, please."

Stephen sighed, "I don't have a prescription. I'm a doctor. The medication is for me." He lied shamelessly.

The woman cast a suspicious look at the basket and then at him. "I'll need to see your license."

Stephen sighed, letting his irritation show. "Come on, you know who I am. Everyone knows I'm a doctor."

"I'll need your license, sir."

Stephen sighed, taking out his wallet and opening it with difficulty because his hands were shaking more then usual. He took the document and showed it to her, then put it back.

"That's 145 dollars." She said, finally putting the boxes inside a plastic bag and handing it to him.

"Keep the change for the wonderful service." He said ironically, handing her the money and finally leaving the drug store and returning to the usual movement of Manhattan.

When Stephen finally returned home, it seemed like it had taken hours, but it had only been 25 minutes. He found you still in the same position, cuddled with Cloaky and with your eyes closed. He quickly moved his fingers, closing all the curtains in the room and approaching.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I tried to go as fast as I could..." He said and Cloaky gently pulled away from your hold and flew up the stairs.

He sat down next to you and conjured a glass of water and handed it in your hands while he opened the medication boxes and took out the pills and put in your hand.

"This is an anti-inflammatory, this one is an antibiotic and together they will cure the inflammation and relieve the tension."

You nodded, putting the two pills in your mouth and swallowing them with a sip of water. He couldn't help but smile at the fact that you didn't question him, just trusted him completely. He knew that a big part of that trust was because you loved him, but an important part was because you trusted him as a doctor and Stephen missed that. He missed being a doctor, having people's trust in that way and feeling good about being able to save a life or help someone in that way.

"This one is for the pain. It's a strong painkiller and should take effect within a few minutes. It will make you drowsy, though."

You took the pill and threw it in your mouth, swallowing it quickly while you poured the glass of water. Stephen smiled tenderly, taking the glass and placing it on the coffee table. Then he took a small bottle from the bag and opened it, showing you how to use it. "This one you spray twice in each nostril, and it will help decongest your nose and make you breathe better."

But instead of taking the bottle from his hand, you just got closer to him and put your head forward, waiting for him to apply the medicine to you. Stephen let out a small chuckle, feeling his chest get warm. You were so cute. Even in that situation that wasn't the least bit funny, you managed to be extremely adorable.

"There you go." He said, finishing the application of the medicine and putting them all back in the bag and placing the bag on the table. "Now come here." He asked, stretching out his arms so you could snuggle into his chest. “I think you need cuddles.”

He hugged you, gently resting his chin on the top of your head. "I'm sorry I wasn’t here for you, sweetheart. I hate these missions sometimes, especially when we can't communicate." He confessed. Deep down he was feeling extremely guilty about the situation, even though he knew it wasn't his fault. If he had been there, he would have diagnosed the problem sooner and spared you so much pain. After all, what was the point of dating a doctor if you couldn't count on him when you needed him most?

"You're here now. That's all that matters." You answered, lifting your head to look at him and it broke his heart to see your eyes red with tears like that. He cupped your cheek gently. "Can I kiss you? I heard that getting a kiss from me is the best medicine for sinusitis." He joked, managing to get a small smile from your lips.

"Kiss me all you want then." You said with a tired smile and he giggled, kissing you softly on the lips and then giving small kisses on your cheeks, on the tip of your nose, finishing on your forehead.

You hummed softly. "I love you, Steph." You said, laying your head back on his chest.

"And I love you, sweetheart. More than you can imagine." He confessed and you hummed again, but remained silent and he respected your silence. He knew that the pain you were feeling wasn’t small. Sinus headaches could be extremely painful, and you had endured it for as long as you could without asking for help. He only wished you had gone to the hospital sooner. He hated seeing you in pain.

...

You didn't realize you had fallen asleep until you woke up to the sound of soft voices talking. Stephen hadn't moved a muscle apparently, possibly to avoid waking you up, but now he was talking to someone.

"I'm glad she's okay now. Give her my best wishes when she wakes up." You heard Wong's voice and kept your eyes closed. The excruciating pain had passed, but your head was still sore and there was still a slight throb above your eyebrows.

"Are you going back to Kamar Taj yet?" You heard Stephen ask.

"Yes. Lots to do as usual. I'll let you rest for the night, Stephen. We'll talk tomorrow morning. Send me an update on Y/n when she wakes up." And as soon as he finished speaking, you heard the squeak of the portal opening and closing and then silence followed only by the sporadic sound of cars passing by on the street.

When you finally opened your eyes, you were surprised to find the Sanctum plunged into darkness. A single lamp was on, emanating a dim light from the kitchen. You had no idea how many hours you had slept, but you were completely dizzy, probably due to the effect of the medicine. You yawned and rubbed your eyes slowly, noticing that the pain behind them had also diminished considerably. Stephen moved slowly and then stroked your hair.

"Are you awake, sweetheart?" His voice was hoarse and heavy with sleep, which made you wonder if he had fallen asleep too.

"What time is it?" You asked softly.

"Almost nine." He answered. "You've slept for almost ten hours."

You rubbed your eyes again and then looked at him in surprise. "You've been here this whole time?"

"I left you in Cloaky's care so I could shower and eat, but I basically spent the day on this couch. I ended up falling asleep too, which is a rarity. I woke up to Wong calling me and asking for a book."

You smiled to yourself. "I'm glad you got some rest too."

He hummed positively. "How are you feeling? Better, I hope."

You nodded, slowly lifting your head to look at him now that your eyes had adjusted to the darkness.

"My head is sore, hurts a little, but the excruciating pain is gone."

Stephen smiled, cupping your cheek and stroking it slowly with his thumb. "That's great. But I'm afraid you'll need to take another painkiller now to give the anti-inflammatory time to kick in before the pain starts to come back." He explained.

"But if I take another one of those I'll sleep for another ten hours." You complained, to which he shook his head.

"I think a Tylenol will do for now. I'll get it for you." He said, threatening to get up, but you held him in place and cupped his face.

"Stay. Just a minute more."

He smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, sweetie, I'll be back in a moment."

You let him go reluctantly, but took the opportunity to sit up. Your body was limp and you felt like you were slightly drunk, so you avoided getting up. Suddenly you saw your bag on the coffee table and remembered that you hadn't even texted your boss, but before you could think to do so, Stephen was back answering the question you hadn't even voiced.

"I called the office and told them you were sick. You're staying home tomorrow too, by the way. Doctor's orders."

You nodded, watching him approach. He was wearing gray pajama pants and a white t-shirt. His hair, always impeccable, was messy and a few strands fell over his forehead. He looked handsome as always, but you couldn't help but notice a nasty cut on his cheek that you hadn't noticed before.

"You're hurt." You said as he sat down next to you, handing you a Tylenol pill and picking up the empty glass on the table and handing it to you. With a simple gesture of his hand, the glass filled with water.

"It's nothing. Drink it."

You obeyed, and the whole time he looked at you with tenderness in his eyes, but the crease between his eyebrows was still there.

"I'm fine, Stephen. Really."

He nodded, taking the glass from your hand and placing it back on the table.

"Seeing you in pain was a horrible experience, Y/n. It made me think that I would never forgive myself if something happened to you, and I'm not just talking about illnesses. The work I do, the things I deal with are extremely evil. It makes me think about the risk you run by living with me."

You smiled, trying to ignore what he was saying, but deep down you knew he was right. Living in the Sanctum with the Master of the Mystic Arts was a risk, but one you were willing to take because you loved him. "Let's not think about that." You simply said. "I'm fine and you came back from your mission safe and sound. That's all that matters."

He nodded, taking your hand in his and promptly changed the subject. "You need to eat something before taking the next dose of medication."

"Pizza." You asked immediately, which made him giggle.

"I was thinking about a salad..."

"I thought I was going to die today from a brain tumor. Fuck the salad, I want pepperoni pizza with lots of cheese and chocolate ice cream for dessert."

Stephen smiled broadly, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Whatever you say. I'll order and while we wait, I'll help you take a shower. What do you think?"

You nodded. "I don't think I can stand up on my own to do it anyway. Whatever you gave me made me totally dizzy."

"I told you it was strong, didn't I? But the important thing is that it took the pain away."

You nodded. "Thanks for taking care of me, Steph."

"That's what you do when you love someone, isn't it? You've taken care of me so many times, sweetheart. I lost count of how many times you patched me up after I came back from a mission. That’s what people who love each other do."

You smiled "I really do love you."

...

Stephen had never seen you eat pizza so eagerly and then devour two bowls of ice cream. It was cute. Even your childish palate was something he found adorable about you. He ate four slices of pizza himself and found himself having seconds of dessert, which he rarely did. After a day like the one you had, he was sure you both deserved the comfort of the food.

Finally, you got ready for bed and ended up in bed with the lamp on, giving the room a low, comfortable light.

"How are you feeling now?" He asked to confirm, but it was clear from the look in your eyes that the medication was taking effect.

"Better. I barely feel any pain, but my head is still sore."

He caressed your face, watching you settle into the pillows next to him. "It's normal after such intense pain. You'll be better tomorrow."

You smiled, biting your lower lip and making that little face you always did when you wanted something, but you didn't say anything, you just brought your hand to his hair, tangling your fingers in it and scratching gently. Stephen closed his eyes, indulging in the touch and only then noticing how tired he was. The mission had been energetic, it had been a really hard few days that had taken a lot out of him physically and although he had managed to sleep for an hour or two, he could feel the exhaustion taking over him.

"Hm, it feels so good." He found himself confessing as he melted into your touch. "I missed you, sweetheart. Every day all I could think about was that I wanted to go home." He opened his eyes to see you smiling sweetly at him and slowly you snuggled closer to him as he automatically reached out to hold you impossibly close.

You cupped his cheek and pulled him to your lips, kissing him slowly, but with a growing desire. "I missed you too. I had plans for when you got back. I wanted to surprise you with a special dinner, but it wasn't possible." You said and he smiled reassuringly.

"Well, even though the day wasn't the most pleasant, it's safe to say we had a special dinner tonight. The pizza was very good." He said smirking.

"But there was something else I wanted to give you when you got back." You said, hooking your leg around his hip teasingly and Stephen soon understood what you were up to, but even though he wanted it as much as you did, he was forced to reason.

"Unfortunately, it's not a good idea, sweetheart, even though I really want it."

You frowned, clearly annoyed. "Why not? After the day I've had, don't I deserve a little affection?"

Stephen nodded with a smile. Of course you did. You deserved everything you wanted and he believed he deserved it too after the mission he had just returned from, but it wasn't always possible to get what you deserved. "Trust me, you do, but I don't want to risk making your headache worse."

You stared at him, not understanding what one thing had to do with the other, and he chuckled, trying to explain in a way that made sense.

"Remember what we talked about the tension in your facial muscles making your head hurt?"

You nodded.

"When we make love and you have a good time, which is always, I hope, the pleasure makes you tense the muscles of your entire body, even those on your face and especially during orgasm, which could lead to an orgasmic headache."

You rolled your lips, trying not to laugh. "Did you just make that up?"

Stephen let out a soft laugh. "Of course not. I'm serious. It's a real problem that you don’t have, but given the sinusitis, orgasm could be a trigger for a worsening of your condition."

You buried your face in his neck, laughing softly, and the sound was very welcome after he had seen you crying in pain earlier. "Believe me, I would never make that up, especially since I'm climbing the walls after so many days without sex."

"It hasn't been that many days." You contradicted him. "But I believe you, as stupid as it may seem. I just hate this fucking sinus thing even more now." You groaned.

"Your treatment will last five days, but after that we will have plenty of time to make up for it, trust me."

You sighed, lifting your head to look at him. "You'll have to make it up to me tonight with lots of kisses."

Stephen smiled. "As many as you want, sweetheart." He said, pulling you back to his lips.

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stephen-strange-x-everyone · 9 months ago

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Wong: Strange is so focused on learning this new spell he let me eat his sandwich. You could say anything to him and he would agree.

America: Stephen!!! I met this grasshopper and we’re really in love. I need $1,000 so I can marry this grasshopper! Is that okay?

Stephen: Yeah, sure, Chavez.

Peter: wow! Let me try!

Peter: Hey Stephen-

Stephen: No, Parker, absolutely not.

Peter:

#avengers #doctor strange #marvel #mcu #stephen strange #wong #wong x stephen #wongrange #peter parker #spiderman #spiderson #america chavez #america and stephen #peter and Stephen

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alexendria-rose · 6 months ago

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I loved Stephen's last one, I kept thinking, what would happen if Y/N was tougher and more powerful. She would be an experienced witch like Agatha, but she would be more bitter and sarcastic. She would be like the badass witch who helps Kamar-Taj and everyone is afraid of her, she and Stephen never really got along, but they are "friends". I agree with the previous request, we all love Wong. America was afraid of Y/N because she was a witch, she looks at Stephen and says "your wife scares me" , cuz they are married in every universe , so no Cristine, the love of his life would be the one he "hated" the most. Their song would be Endgame by Taylor, because Y/N is a woman of reputation lol.

I'm brazilian, so if that If it's not understandable, it's Google translate fault.

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A/n- OMFG LOVE THIS. No I completely understood! I hope you like what I have my love! 💜

I’m Your Endgame~

Stephen Strange X Reader

Warnings: cussing if you don't like that- honestly thats a warning for all of them lol. and also some witch stuff but- I mean if you watch marvel you fine lol

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Y/n sat at the Sanctum library a book in her hand as she glared up at the other students/sorcerers keeping their distance from the witch. The girl who never uttered a word, the girl who was much more powerful than anyone else around- and that scared all of them. The fact they could easily be in her eye-line and could easily use her powers on them without an hesitation. One of the students walks up to her slightly shaking from her presence.

“U-Um miss-“

“Y/n.” She states looking up at the male student watching his hands shake, the sweat forming on his forehead.

“D-Doctor strange wants to see you in the office.” He stutters before scurrying away from the girl. She rolled her eyes using her red magic powers to put the book back into its place. The students watching it all at the way she didn’t even need to pay attention. She stands up pulling the black hood over her head before using her own magic to open up a portal to the sanctum; walking through the red portal spotting a certain sorcerer at his desk looking over some spells.

“What took you so long.” He grunted while looking up at the woman in front of him. She slowly pulled down her hood staring at him.

“Stupid students- maybe blame them Strange.” She mumbled making her way closer to the desk before sitting herself down on the edge of the desk looking at him with a monotone expression.

“You really do just make yourself at home, don’t you?” He grumbled organizing the papers and books in front of him so she didn’t dare crumble them.

“Have to- with this mess you call home.” She muttered a sharp glare towards his way. “Why did you need me anyhow.” Stephen sighed rubbing his face with his hands.

“After Wanda’s death. I did some research about Westview.” He walked his way around the front of the desk to face her his arms crossed. “Came across a woman named Agatha Harkness, found out she was in a witches coven. Was wondering if you knew of her.” Y/n scrunched her eyebrows looking at the man.

“So you assume I know any witches because I am one?” She scoffed jumping off the desk. Stephen groaned rubbing his face with his hands. “But yes I do know Agatha.” Stephen huffs at her attitude rolling his eyes as well.

“You could’ve just started with that.” He groaned at the witch in front of him. She just smirked leaning against the desk as she looked at him. “Apparently though- Wanda put a curse over here. She can’t use her powers and she is appearing as someone other than Agatha. We’re keeping an eye on her.”

“Oh what shit show did she get into with Wanda to have her powers strip from her.” Y/n laughed softy using her hands to play with her magic. “She probably deserved it knowing her; she was always jealous of my powers.” Stephen quirks an eyebrow at the woman.

“How did you know her anyhow?” He mutters watching the way she played with magic so flawlessly.

“She taught me how to control my powers; found out she mostly just wanted me to strengthen it so she could take it for herself.” She groaned lightly her eyes focusing on the magic. “Guess you could say at one point we were friends.” Stephen watches the woman in front of him, taking in her dark expression, she was always so closed off. It irritated him more than anything; he couldn’t read the witch in front of him. She knew that everyone was scared of her in Kamar-Taj knowing if they ever made her bad side she would absolutely destroy them with one click of her fingers. Maybe that’s why he didn’t exactly like her.

“Didn’t know you had friends.” He replies moving his way back towards the desk his cloak trying to move him back for some irritating reason- he mutters a quick stop it to the cloak.

“I don’t do friends that’s why.” She pulls her hood up covering her face once again. “Just like I don’t have anyone close to me. I have one mission only to protect kamar-taj for Wong, I owe him.” She muttered before disappearing into her portal back to the library. Stephen watched as she disappeared suddenly missing her presence but quickly pushing that thought back down. She was mysterious and powerful, she never bothered to do small talk- she would simply just walk away, she was right she was only here to protect Kamar-Taj not to make friends- so why did it hurt when she said she didn’t have friends.

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Y/n walked through Kamar-Taj keeping her hood slightly up as she watched the young students learning to be a sorcerer. She noticed a girl barely being able to make a spark and Stephen next to her instructing her. Ah- that was the girl who could travel through multiverses. Y/n walks up to the pair pulling her hood down.

“You have to be calm and stop overthinking.” She stated to the teenager, the girl snapping her head quickly. Stephen rolls his eyes.

“America this is-“

“Y/n.” America mutters moving her hands down slowly as she stared at the powerful woman. Y/n chuckles lightly smacking her lips together.

“So America isn’t it? How do you know me?” Y/n said in low tone crossing her arms as she stared at her-Americas face filled with surprise, before looking at Stephen.

“Your wife scares me…” America hummed lowly, Stephen’s eyes widen at her comment.

“Wife what are you talking about!” Stephen grunted crossing his arms as well as he glared daggers towards America but also showing a hint of disgust but also sort of flutter hit his chest at the idea. Y/n face scrunched up at her words shaking her head before laughing.

“Oh god, wife?” Y/n snorted. “Have fun with her Stephen. I’ll keep an eye on you America.” She muttered turning away from the pair. Stephen continues to look at America his arms crossed like he was a pissed off dad. America bites her lip looking up at Stephen.

“You’re telling me- you aren’t married yet?” America giggled lightly looking at the blush that raised to Stephen’s cheeks.

“What do you mean “married yet?”” Stephen uttered trying to contain the fluttering in his stupid chest but it didn’t help that his cloak was basically rubbing his cheeks to make fun of it-Stephen smacks his cloak away muttering another stop it.

“You and her are together in every universe I’ve met a Stephen strange. I mean it makes sense- she has always scared me though.” America laughs trying not to snort at his expression that turned to be full on flushed. “Christine was never the one for you- every universe you guys don’t end up working but that witch was always the one to fascinate you.” Stephen brushed his go-tee with his hand as he thought about what she said- but also he thought about when he went into the multiverse with America and how the conversation with his other self made much more sense.

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“Are you happy Stephen?" Sinister Strange snarled. "That's what Christine told us." Stephen hitched a breath looking at Sinister Strange looking out the window catching a glimpse of other Christine. Sinister Strange laughed wickedly. " I said of course I'm happy- I lost the love of my life what I thought anyhow." Stephen tilts his head towards him.

"I just need the Darkhold please." Stephen hesitated bringing his hand out indicating him to give him the book.

"You don't realize what you have do you?" Sinister Strange taunted walking towards Stephen slowly as he crossed his arms. "Still obsessed with Christine not realizing what you have right in front of you? The one thing we thought irritated us the most- might say a witch?" He smirks, Stephen scrunched his eyebrows in a confused manner. "Oh god you still don't realize huh? Well how about this- you and I swap universe so I can have the one person I lost."

"Yeah how about no." Stephen grunted-

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Y/n sat on the bench late at night looking up at the stars as she idly played with the magic in her hands- she often wondered if what she had was a curse on her; or it if was the help the common good. She didn't like that people were afraid of her but it easier then keeping people close- after killing her parents at such a young age, she promised herself to not let people see the real her. To keep herself guarded from that fact, so she rather then be feared then let herself open up so easily. The only person she even considered to open up was with Stephen- even though he irritated her and got under her skin she often wondered why; she never let anyone get under her skin- mostly she was still deep in thought about what America had said; it rattled her core for some unknown reason.

"What are you doing out here this late?" She heard a deep voice say in calm tone. She put her hood down letting her hair flow down and her deep e/c eyes look towards the voice- none other then the devil himself, Stephen Strange. Y/n sighs softly moving her eyes back to the stars that littered the sky wondering if anyone would ever find out how many stars are actually up in the sky. "Deep in thought I presume?" He sits himself down on the bench next to her his blue robe swishing around as he does. She looks at him a small smirk on her face.

"I guess you could say that." She muttered softly her eyes landing back on his- her stomach fluttering just a bit; realizing this she looks away from those stupid cheekbones.

"This is a perfect spot for that." He smirk his eyes wandering towards her.

"It's just so beautiful- the only thing that will ever make sense to me." She whispered under her breath. Stephen continue to look at her through his lashes- his breath hitching at the sight of her; it was like ever since America said what she did his eyes opened up and he cursed himself for not noticing it until now. She was so strong, so independent, the wind blew her hair like it was meant for her, the way her eyes gleamed at the sight of stars and the small smile that placed on her face- like shes never felt so much peace until now.

"I agree." He muttered as he continue to stare at her his heart racing thinking of her being the only thing to make sense to him- her beauty couldn't even be compared to the stars because right now all he could look at was her. She glanced at him seeing him stare at her made her body shiver at his intense stare.

"What?" She asked in a soft tone, her facial features contorted in confusion as he continue to stare at her, but a small smile still placed on her face.

"You know I don't think I've even seen you smile." He whispered softly his hand slightly grazing against hers subconsciously, her breath hitching at the contact but trying not show it.

"That's because people are scared of me and never talk to me." She mumbled keeping her eyes locked onto his. "Why do you anyhow?" She added tilting her head to the side as she continued to stare at those piercing blue eyes.

"That's because you have something beautiful inside of you. It's hard for some people to tell, but it is there- because I see it." He muttered his face moving closer to hers, her heart thumped against her chest her eyes flicking towards his lips back to his eyes, before finally his soft lips were against hers and she swore she felt something she never had before. He moved his lips against hers in sync, her hand instantly moving to his cheek, this was her fist kiss, this was the first time this has ever happened to her. He pulls back from the kiss a small smirk on his face, she blushed a deep red her eyes piercing into his.

"What was that?" She mumbled, he chuckled deeply watching the way her face was flustered but blank making sure not to show how affected she was.

"A kiss." He joked around, she groaned punching his arm lightly.

"I know! Do it again." She grumbled, he chuckled before cupping her cheeks smashing his lips against hers- making sure he was never going to let this beautiful powerful witch slip through his fingers.

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petite-madame · 2 years ago

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A brand new job - (2023)

“Tony, last time you messed around with this cloak, you broke a $100 000 antique vase. It’s not a toy.”

“You’re just jealous because your cloak likes me better than you, that’s how awesome I am! BEWARE, STRANGE! I'm the new Sorcerer Supreme.”

“Congratulations. The whole Multiverse is celebrating. I’ll tell Wong that he’s out of a job now. And you can call me Stephen, you know.”

“Don’t be so ridiculous. Why would I do that?”

“Because we've been married for six years, but you’re right, I guess it’s a bit too early in our relationship for this kind of intimacy. My mistake.”

Poor Steven hasn't been able to watch a TV show in peace for more than 7 years. 😅

#ironstrage #tony stark #benedict cumberbatch #doctor strange #rdj #Robert Downey Jr #stephen strange #myart

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winterspiderpurrs · 22 hours ago

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Even though Dr. Strange helps the Avengers out a lot; most of the time the news doesn't cover him or gossip much about him. Maybe it's a spell. Maybe he just keeps his nose clean compared to someone like Tony Stark.

So when Captain America extended an invitation to him after the newest city saving event. No one thought much of it. It was for a Gala event Tony was hosting to help raise money.

Stephen look at the invite, nods and puts it in the inside sleeve of his shirt.

" We will be there"

" Gonna bring Wong as your plus one Dumbledore?"

Stephen rolls his eyes and opens up a portal behind him.

" No. I'm bringing my husband"

Portal closes and everyone is just blinking. Was he joking? Is he married to Wong? How could he be married and them not know?

Whatever they were expecting; nothing prepared them for the sassy Dr. Peter Parker " Don't worry, I'm not that kind of Doctor, just call me Peter" who happened to be working in a short term contract only through the Baxter Foundation. Previously working with Oscorp before the green goblin shenanigans.

Now Tony is trying to convince Peter to come work for him and trying to figure out when they got together and how Stephen was able to bag someone like Peter.

Natasha and Bucky suspect Peter is actually Spiderman but aren't saying anything.

Steve is just put out because he thought he knew Dr. Strange, and now he found out he is married, making him realize he hasn't tried enough to get to know a teammate.

#writing prompt #peter parker x Stephen strange #SpiderStrange #strangespider #winterspiderpurrs

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shallyouobeyme · 1 year ago

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Dream

Yandere!/Dark!Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch x reader

Summary: Left alone with nightmares and pictures of your loved ones dying when you close your eyes, you're trying your best to leave the woman you had secretly loved and who had turned into an evil witch and died behind you, but maybe - just maybe - she doesn't want to let you...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Warning: Dark content, mentions of previous murders, MoM Spoilers(?), Blood (Mentioned), Yandere, _This is all just fiction, I do not condone this!

Bea: Okay, so this is loosely based on a scene from a fanfiction I abandoned when I was like 15. It was honestly a giant cringe-fest, but this one scene never left my mind for long so I decided to recycle it into something my current messed-up self will enjoy. This is also day one of my writetober so check it out. Enjoy.

Falling asleep had become a chore for you. Every time you closed your eyes you saw death. Either the death of Pietro back in Sokovia, the death of Vision and of so many other Avengers. Rrecently the death of the only person you had ever truly loved had joined the list. Wanda was gone and a part of you knew that it was better this way, that everything she had done to Stephen, to the people of the other universe, after what she had tried to do to America, you were well aware that she hadn’t been the woman you’d secretly been in love with for years now anymore. But that part was frighteningly tiny. Most of you still felt agonizing grief. You had decided to stay with Stephen and America, after all, they were the only ones who had been with you when you had seen that other universe. The only one on your trip that you had been sad to leave behind. A universe where you and Wanda had been happy together. In love. Married.

A universe that you had wished for for many years. One that Wanda destroyed in her attempt to get to America. You had seen with your own eyes how she had taken ahold of that Universes Wanda and ripped the heart right out of your universe-equivalent chest when she tried to talk some sense into who she thought to be her wive. That was probably the death that hunted you the most. Not because you had seen yourself die, but because you had realized then and there that this woman wasn’t Wanda anymore, that this woman was the Scarlet Witch and that she seemingly had no emotions left for the friendship you had once shared. America had known immediately what you were thinking because she took your hand and shook her head as if to tell you that it Wanda anymore, that it wasn’t Wanda who was trying to - who actually kind of had killed you. This understanding only increased when you finally opened up to her about your feelings for the witch, she encouraged Stephen to let you stay with them and did her very best to cheer you up every single day to get you to crawl out of the dark hole you had found yourself stuck in.

That doesn’t help with the sleeping issue though. Lately, you had resorted to letting Wong put a light sleeping spell on you that would keep you from experiencing any dream-like state and basically made you just fall asleep and immediately wake up about six hours later. Which is why you were especially confused when you woke up in a sunflower field. You immediately knew that you must be dreaming because this wasn’t just some random sunflower field, as you looked around you could see the little cabin beside a lake, the mountain range opposite it and the tree with the swing. Obviously, there were some biological reasons why this couldn’t exist in real life, but the more obvious factor was that you had seen this from a different perspective a hundred times. Every single time you had walked into your room in the Compley you had seen this landscape on your wall. Wanda and you had been lazily hanging out in your room one weekend back when everything was still okay (or as okay as it had ever been) when you had told her that you had been thinking of painting something on the wall to make the space more personal and she had immediately loved the idea. Two days (and 500$ of Tony’s money) later there was a definitely amature made, but exceptionally beautiful in your eyes with Wanda and your name intertwined in the corner. You had joked that one day you’d live in a cabin there and the people in the town nearby would think the two of you were an old married couple. Just that you hadn’t really joked, you had hoped. You had dreamt of it often back in the day, but ever since Thanos, it had turned into a nightmare sooner or later, the flowers rotting, the cabin burning, the lake filling with blood, etc. This is why you were doing your best to try and wake yourself up again, not mentally stable enough to live through another nightmare like that. Just that none of the tactics were working. You had to try something else, or at least you were planning to do so, but when you stood up to look around, suddenly something changed. You looked down at yourself where before there was your pyjamas, but now there was the exact outfit you had worn on a night out years ago before you had known Wanda and Vision had a thing going on where you had planned to confess your feelings to her but had chickened out. “Hello, Darling,” a voice called out from behind you. A voice you’d recognize anywhere. You turned around and saw her. She looked exactly as you remember, wearing that beautiful maroon dress that she had already worn that night. For a second it was like nothing had ever happened, but then reality caught up to you. This was a dream. She was dead.

Since you knew that this had to be a dream you tried to use whatever lucid dreaming tips you had heard in your life and clenched your eyes shut, repeating “This is all a Dream” again and again. “Love-” you hadn’t heard her coming closer, obviously, it was a dream no logic had to apply, but the hand that cupped your cheeks still startled you, “-please look at me.” Against all reasoning you obliged her and when you looked into her beautiful eyes you couldn’t help but want to kiss her, just to have one last sweet memory of her left. As if reading your mind she leaned forward and put her lips on yours. She pulled you towards her and stole your breath. You were melting into her and it felt so, so, very real that the fact that all of it was a dream became hazy. At least until you saw her kissing Vision in your head in what seemed to be a last-ditch attempt of your brain to make you wake up. You pulled away and shook your head frantically. “No, no, this isn’t right, you’re with vision, just because I love you doesn’t mean you love me too… Or loved me, I guess because you’re dead, I saw it-” “You’re wrong.” “-with my own eyes. You died and you didn’t love me.” “Princessa, you’re wrong,” Wanda raised her voice slightly and you turned to her automatically. “I saw you die, Wanda, you’re dead.” “That’s not the thing you’re wrong about,” she sighed and came closer to you again, you wanted to step back, but found yourself unable to. It was like your feet were cemented onto the earth below you, “I might have died, but I loved you, I always did, I just didn’t realize until I saw that woman in that parallel universe, their version of me married to their version of you, living the life I wanted, not only having my children but also the spouse of my dreams. It wasn’t vision, vision was what I thought I deserved because you were always so pure, so fantastic, too good for me. But that fake-me made me realize that it’s not about what I deserve, it’s about what you need, you need someone to properly love and protect you. You need me, so how fortunate that you love me already.” Not quite able to process what she was saying you tried your waking-up tactics again before this turned even more nightmarish. You were distracted though when Wanda took you into a dancing position, putting your head against her and your body suddenly started dancing in sync with her without any input of your own. “Too bad that Stephen was already after me, I knew that he wouldn’t let me keep you safe in peace. He was a threat. But he would stop as soon as he thought he’d been victorious. He had to think I died and so I did. For a while at least-” you would have grown stiff in shock and fear if your body had still been listening to you, instead, you kept slightly swinging through the flower field with Wanda, “-It cost me a lot of Magic, but it was worth it. I’ll recover and then I’ll be able to get you into an actual little cabin at a lake, just like we always talked about, until then I’ll still be able to be with you in your dreams, where it’s just us two. Maybe we can start on making you actually believe that I love you, hmm, once we manage that we can move on to helping you accept me as your protector, okay? For now, I’ll just keep the bad dreams away, just you and me and the sunflowers.” Your body stopped swinging and even though you felt the control returning to your limbs you wouldn’t be able to do anything, frozen in shock. Wanda kissed you one more time before you suddenly shot up in bed, drenched in cold sweat. It took you a few minutes to calm down your heart from the excessive fear that was still lingering. You decided not to go back to sleep and made a note to ask Wong if he had an idea why his spell didn’t work as you made your way into the library where you assumed Stephen was wasting the night away over books, trying to ignore the fact that you could still feel the kiss on your lip, feel the stiffness in your joints that you had only ever felt in the afterwards of Wanda controlling you and the fact that you still felt her presence in your subconscious.

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loggiepj · 2 years ago

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UNTITLED WANDA SHORT STORY

Part 9 | Part 10

Wanda: (moans) Fuck, Y/n—

You: Shit, you feel so good squeezing me like this.

Wanda throws her head back unto the pillows, back arching, as you thrust yourself deeper into her. Her walls hugged you tight — the enchanted strap that Wanda made you wear on your hips.

Wanda can see the desperation brewing inside of you as she pulls you into a hungry kiss, fingers threading through your hair to hold you in place. Your bodies press against each other with your hips drilling into hers. Her legs wrap around your back; one of the heels digs your lower back.

Wanda lets out a whimper when you hit a good spot inside her, making her pull away from the kiss. You both press your foreheads together, gasping and breathing heavily with sounds of pleasure as you stare at each other's eyes.

W: Why are you in a hurry?

Y: I only got five minutes left. Ten if we're lucky.

W: What— oh, fuck—

Before Wanda can ask why, you fasten your pace.

Wanda's nails dig into your back, breaking skin. The pace is relentless knowing any minute now, Stephen will come knocking on her door.

W: I love you, Y/n. Fuck, I love you.

Tears start to brim in the corner of your eyes as you nod back at her.

Y: I love you so much more, Wands. (Wanda's hand moves to squeeze your butt, pulling you much closer if that's even possible.) Fuck, you have no idea.

The Wanda writhing uncontrollably underneath you has no idea that you're not the Y/n she's married to in that universe. She has no idea that her Y/n, who was away for work that day, didn't just go home to have a quickie with her wife. She certainly didn't question earlier how you managed to get inside her lovely house when she remembered you forgot to bring your key when you get off to work in the morning.

Wanda screams in pleasure as she pulls you and hugs you against her. Your face buries into her neck. She shudders as she comes, moaning your name into the air. The moment makes you lose it.

Your hands grip on the sheets as you come, your eyes rolling to the back. You don't even question how everything feels so real, as if you're painting her walls with your own release, and how good it feels when her tight walls seem to milk you for more.

You grow obsessed with the idea of Wanda in other universes that you always find yourself volunteering to Stephen's missions when it involves travelling to one. Wong was initially against it once he found out. But eventually, he stopped meddling into your business.

Whenever you get the chance, however minimal, an hour the most, you start to savor each second with the version of Wanda who looks at you and loves you dearly. Luckily, Stephen hadn't looked for you yet when he had lost track of your sudden whereabouts. But most of the time, you got distracted with how amazing Wanda was at that universe you were visiting, that sometimes, Stephen would come barging into her door with a face you couldn't paint.

You know you’re living a lie and you can't go on living like this. Not when everytime you get back to your own universe, you and Wanda have become close friends. So close, it's starting to become unbearable not being able to kiss or touch her.

Your growing friendship with Wanda was what led to your breakup with Maria. Everyone had seen it coming, to be honest. It just took one of you to admit to the other that it wasn't working anymore. It just happened that it was Maria who ended it.

Wanda, on the other hand, is ecstatic the moment she finds out that you're single. And it isn't because she now knows what happens in the future — of you two getting married and having two kids— that she is spending too much time with you whenever you're around in the compound. Even when it's just as friends, she cannot help but feel the tension between the two of you.

There are even moments, however short, when you and Wanda would pause on talking and just stare at each other, eyes drifting towards lips, gaps closing without noticing. And those are the moments Wanda swears you two will finally kiss.

But of course, it doesn't happen.

Vision notices the tension too. How can he not? He asks Wanda one night if she has feelings for you.

But she only turns silent, for she doesn't even know herself.

She just knows that her heart beats like crazy when you're near her. She just knows that her stomach is filled with butterflies whenever you talk sweetly to her, unintentionally or not. She just knows that she now craves for your presence, even when it's just the two of you eating breakfast silently or watching the television together seated chairs apart.

She just knows that it's different when it comes to you. Good different.

Vision: Maybe . . . You’re already falling for her and you don't even know it.

What Vision said, breaking Wanda's trance, made her realize something.

It's true.

She's falling in love with you.

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strangesthirdeye · 10 months ago

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No Way (Stephen Strange x wife! Reader)

Summary: All hell breaks loose, like they said right?

Warning: It's Stephen, who doesn't love him? slightly injured, No Way Home spoiler alert for those who haven't watched it yet, fluff, mention of other injuries, special appearance,

As usual, forgive me if there are any language mistakes or confusing storylines.. also forgive me if there are grammatical mistakes.. English is not my first language

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You were married to Stephen while he was still working at Metro General Hospital and were with him when he had an incident that made him decide to head to Kathmandu to find a way to recover both hands so he could return to work as a Neurosurgeon. Too much happens as Stephen tries to recover his hands. No matter how much the surgery costs, he still wants to try to get his hands back to normal. And you, with a good heart and a patient person, try to help your husband in all the challenges you both face

So you with no choice decided to follow him to Kathmandu. And that's where all the stories begin and your new life changes. Stephen became a Sorcerer, fighting Dormamu and taking over as Sorcerer Supreme due to the death of The Ancient One and also helping Thor and Loki find their father in Norway.

How about you? well you and Wong became close friends as well as Mordo but it was only for a while because Mordo chose to go and make his own way so it's only you and Wong who still communicate but due to the things that always happen in Kamar Taj, it's quite difficult also for you to spend your time with your husband and friends.

And most surprisingly you and Cloak seem to have become good friends where Cloak will usually go to you if it is bored with Stephen or just Stephen being an ass which is sometimes. And often Cloak will put itself on your thigh like a blanket or your shoulder as if it wants to be pampered. So it's no wonder if Stephen sees Cloak with you because he knows that his relic will surely pamper you like a dog that wants it's owner attention.

But then, you usually spend your time teaching your students online in the library at New York Sanctum A. K. A your new home. So you are always alone and do your own work as a lecturer. Let me say that, you are also studying mystic art but not always because of your work as a lecturer which is often busy and also because of your students who can be said to be quite challenging as if teaching a kindergarten class. But, you still know some simple spells like opening a portal, or making things float towards you. So that's pretty easy for you too.

Oh yeah, i forgot...I haven't talked about Infinity War yet. Yeah, where Bruce Banner falls from the sky and destroys the roof of the Sanctum. sheesh.. there is a lot of money to be spent to repair the roof of the Sanctum but why be surprised? Kamar Taj students can fix it while Stephen, Wong, Bruce and Tony solve this Infinity Stones thing.. plus with you who are still confused about what happened because of this sudden thing.

"You have to stayed here.. it's dangerous outside.. I don't want anything to happen to you, yeah?" Stephen said while holding your face with both hands gently.

"Oh, you better come back safely, Stephen.. I don't want to see any cuts or scratches on you otherwise you sleep outside" you said sternly while frowning as your hands held Stephen's hand which was still holding the side of your face

And the next thing you know, an Alien comes and kidnaps your husband while Ironman and Spiderman come and try to save your husband and that was the last time you heard from your husband.

Welp-that happened 5 years ago.. where everyone in the world experienced a rather shocking situation where almost all life in the Universe turned to dust, including your husband. Lucky for you, you are not one of those dusty people.

But still, for you, half of yourself has disappeared with Stephen. You have started to feel down, you have started to distance yourself from other people.. and only Wong can give you a little motivation to continue living. The moment when the news of your husband's loss came out of the mouth of Steve Rogers who came to the Sanctum just days after the infinity Stones thing happened you started busying yourself from the outside world with work.

You have started working overtime until you forget to take care of yourself. Also, you don't realize that you have lost a lot of weight. And luckily, Wong noticed your change and tried to help you by advising you to eat and so on.

The thing happened for 3 months and that was 5 years ago. And now everyone is back to normal.. but still, the news of the death of Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff still remains in everyone's mind.

" I'm old now" you said in a soft tone to Stephen as you put your head on Stephen's chest after your 'best' night.

"yeah but I'm still older than you" replied Stephen smirked while stroking your hair gently.

"traitor"

( don't ask me about the age..)

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So! now the real story is about to begin. So you know who Spiderman is because you met him at Tony's funeral a few months ago. And you know that he is a good teenager, and caring and also has a heroic spirit. So for you it is not a problem because you know that every teenager has their own advantages and disadvantages.

And you also understand the side of today's teenagers because you also have students who are quite ok for you and some who are not right with you. But for you it's just ok. You don't even care as long as you can teach them so that they can continue their lives after finishing their studies is pretty good.

But for you Peter is different from the students you usually teach. He is a smart and independent person but sometimes he is a bit clumsy but that is not a problem because some teenagers are still not comfortable with their surroundings. Peter is also a shy person and is quite polite with the people around him. The way he talks is also a bit soft and a little stuttering because he's probably still shy but that's not a problem either because when you get to know him you immediately treat him like he's your child.. after all that's the way you treat kids and teenagers these days.

Back to the story, so the whole of New York is in chaos when the news about Quentin Beck or better known as Mysterio has spread all over New York plus maybe the whole world through his last footage of Spiderman killing him and saying Spiderman who controls all the drones to attack the population around And the most surprising thing is that Mysterio has also spread the identity of Spiderman to the entire population of New York and said that the true identity of Spiderman is PETER PARKER.

And of course you and Stephen know about this from the news that has been playing on TV. You start to feel sympathy for Peter and his family because he has to deal with this situation. And you believe that he is not a murderer or a criminal but just a teenager who was slandered by Mysterio because of his murder. You can feel that Peter's future is threatened by criticism and threats from the media or people around him.

And what happened after this was really beyond your expectations.

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"I told you, you should check again.. see what happened now?" you said while looking for a thick sweater in the closet to wear.

"oh please, I've checked ok... but I didn't expect the Rotundas Getaway was connected to Siberia" replied Stephen who was leaning against the door of your shared bedroom while rubbing his cold neck.

You see, Stephen's carelessness has caused the entire Sanctum to be filled with white snow that has been blasted into the Sanctum through the Rotundas Getaway which has accidentally connected with Siberia and has filled every room with snow. ALL THE ROOMS ARE FILLED WITH SNOW.

Coincidentally, Christmas is getting closer which doesn't mean this is part of the Christmas decorations.. In addition, with the growing cold and thick snow, Stephen and Wong wasted no time looking for students who are willing to volunteer to shovel the thick snow in the Sanctum living room.

And the lucky thing is that your shared room isn't filled with snow so it's kind of nice too because it's where you both sleep but that doesn't mean the cold isn't there either. This has been happening for almost 3 days and Stephen and Wong are trying to fix the situation in the Sanctum.

How about you? welp- you also tried to help Stephen and Wong but because Stephen was haunted by guilt, Stephen kept rejecting your offer to help him even though you insisted on helping him too and besides you don't have any class to teach.. now it's the holidays. Of course, your 'lovely' students have returned to their hometowns.

Because you insisted on helping, Stephen finally had to give in and let you help him. So, the more people do the work, the sooner this ends, right?.

"yeah, just 'check' it. Next time check with your eyes, don't just use your mouth." you murmured while sighing heavily and smoky because of the extreme cold.

"aww, don't be like that. Anyway, this thing is under control, I'm sure this situation will end soon." Stephen said and walked over and started hugging you from behind, hoping to add warmth so you wouldn't get cold.

"I know, but still.. next time you must check properly and make sure that there is nothing wrong with what happens next time. Don't just work carelessly, understand?" you said with a firm tone while rubbing both of Stephen's arms.

"okay ma'am," replied Stephen and kissed your hair gently.

No matter how great and brave Stephen is, he is still afraid of his wife. He really can't imagine your angry face. For him that is very badass and at the same time scary. that's what Stephen likes. Yes. The scariest and cutest wife that Stephen adored.

"don't always say ok if you don't even do your work, Stephen" said Wong in his hoarse but firm tone as he was carrying his heavy bags towards the Sanctum living room.

" and where do you want to go? The work here is not done yet" said Stephen loosening the hug and allowing you to walk into the bathroom to change clothes.

" you see, I have things in Kamar Taj for a few days because of my duty as Sorcerer Supreme so I'm not here for a few days until the things in Kamar Taj are finished.. and I want what happened in this Sanctum now to recover and I hope nothing happened as long as I wasn't here, understand?"said Wong while pointing his finger at Stephen.

Wong is really familiar with Stephen's personality and he is already familiar with it. So whatever happened before, he will definitely know who masterminded all that happened, no matter the matter involving duty or a spell that went out of control because all the evidence will definitely be directed at Stephen.

Stephen sighed and walked towards the door of his room and looked at Wong with an innocent face.

"Come on, Wong. Don't worry about all that, besides, nothing will happen as long as you're not here. Everything will be fine," replied Stephen.

Wong looked at Stephen for a long time while raising one eyebrow. He wouldn't be fooled by Stephen's sweet words because he knew that as long as he wasn't in Sanctum there would be trouble. And he also believes that with you being with Stephen, you will definitely keep Stephen under control.

"I don't trust you but I believe that your wife will make sure that nothing happens as long as you stay in this Sanctum and do not do anything related to dimensions or spells or else you will be in a dangerous situation" warned Wong firmly.

"oh please, you know that I-"

"The most famous person in the world. I know. " interrupted Wong without looking at Stephen before opening the portal and then walked across the portal carrying several luggage bags.

Stephen sighed heavily. The bathroom door was thrown wide open by you as soon as you finished changing into a thick sweater. You looked at Stephen confused.

"What's wrong? "you asked before walking up to Stephen with a confused face.

"well- you know that Wong always warns me right? yes.. that's why" replied Stephen before conjuring two cups of hot cocoa for him and you.

"I see.. well, what Wong warned you is true. You have to take care of yourself so you don't get into too much trouble. And you're lucky because I have to take care of you or not, I don't know what will happen in Sanctum later" you replied before taking a cup of hot cocoa from Stephen's hand and sipping slowly. Then, the sweet and warm taste continues to soothe your freeze and dry throat and warm your cold body temperature.

"I'm not a little boy to take care of" complained Stephen.

"yeah.. whatever you say you're still my boy" you said sweetly before walking out of your bedroom.

"I like that sound of that" replied Stephen and walked out of the bedroom and was followed by Cloak who had been at the end of the room from behind before landing on Stephen's shoulder.

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"Is all this for a holiday party?"asked Peter confused as he looked around the Sanctum's living room filled with snow as soon as he set foot inside the Sanctum.

Wong who wearing a thick sweater placed the last of his bags on the snowy floor before closing the portal and then looked at Peter with a fierce expression on his face.

"No. One of the rotunda gateways connects to Siberia. Blizzard blasted through." Wong replied quickly.

An abrupt swoosh can be heard. Doctor Stephen Strange floats down the stairs through his Cloak of Levitation, holding a mug, wearing a sweatshirt and an anorak. Its blue color resembles his usual mystical outfit. At first glance, it will definitely look like a father who is trying to get along with teenagers.

"Because someone forgot to cast a maintenance spell to keep the seals tight."replied Stephen lazily before he landed on the snowy floor and almost slipped as soon as he landed.

"Don't say that to Wong, Stephen. You should have done the work as Wong told you before" you said slowly going down the slippery stairs due to the snow and ice.

"That's right, because he forgot I now have higher duties. thanks Y/n" replied Wong.

"Higher duties?" asked Stephen, pretending to be confused.

"The Sorcerer Supreme has high duties, yes." replied Wong with a firm yet gentle tone.

Peter who had been standing watching the conversation of the three adults began to interrupt.

"Wait, I thought you were the Sorcerer Supreme?" Peter asked confused as he pointed his finger at Stephen.

"No. He got it on a technicality, 'cause Stephen blipped for five years and made Wong to take over as Sorcerer Supreme."you said with a small smile as if trying to make Stephen jealous. (But then again, he's really jealous but on the inside..wink)

Peter then looked at Wong with a sign of understanding after what you said just now.

" Oh. Well, congratulations." said Peter with his sweet smile.

Wong nodded in thanks. At least, there is someone who appreciates him as much as you. After all, Wong had worked hard during Stephen's absence in the previous year. He also has many services as long as he takes the rank of Sorcerer Supreme in order to protect the universe and this dimension.

"If I'd been here, then I'd-"

"-burned the place down. " Wong interrupted without missing a beat before walking past Stephen and looking at the two students who had been shoveling snow since the beginning "You two, no one said, 'Stop shoveling!'"

With a jerk, the two students continued to scoop up the white snow quickly. Stephen was silent for a moment. Maybe still thinking about what Wong said a moment ago. You looked at your husband who was still silent before turning your gaze towards Peter who had been listening to the conversation between the three of you. Too bad he waited so long. You sighed lightly.

" Steph? " you called softly as you gently patted Stephen on the shoulder.

Stephen jerked and looked down at you. " yeah"

You tilted your head as if to point at Peter who was still standing waiting for his turn to speak. Stephen quickly understood your meaning and looked at Peter with his hand still tightly gripping the coffee mug.

" So Peter, to what do i owe the pleasure?

And there goes to Peter telling him the problem he is facing in the hope that Stephen can turn back the time before Mysterio revealed his identity to the public. It's quite sad, because not only is he the target of the media, but his family and close friends are also affected. Even sadder, Peter was unable to continue his studies at MIT or any other educational institution because his identity was revealed as a murderer.

For them, they didn't want the killer anywhere near them nor did they want him as a student. Even more sad, his best friend and girlfriend were also affected and rejected because they were close friends of Peter. The irresponsible party is cruel and so is the 24-hour media that only wants to make the current situation worse.

"Peter... we tampered with the stability of space-time to resurrect countless lives. You wanna do it again now just because yours got messy?" Stephen said supportively. Yes, he did feel sorry for the young man but, without the Time Stone, he couldn't do anything to help Peter.

"This isn't... it's not about me. I mean, this is really hurting a lot of people. My... my Aunt May, Happy... My best friend, my girlfriend, their futures are ruined just because they know me, and... they've done nothing wrong." Peter pleaded. His eyes began to show sadness.

You who heard the two of them talking earlier started to feel sorry for Peter. Peter is just a boy. He didn't do anything. But, just because of that person's greed and hatred, the hope of a victim is shattered without end.

What Peter went through was too big and dangerous. Because not only the media make this situation worse, but the government does the same. Just because a hero called the Avengers makes a mistake, the government and the people will no longer believe in their safety anymore.

You looked at Stephen with a compassionate face. Begged him so he could help Peter. Stephen looked at you. He really can't go against your look. He knows, every time you give that look. He will definitely lose to you. He is afraid of you but at the same time he loves you. He doesn't care if you don't have magic or work as a university lecturer, he still loves you and obeys you.

Stephen looked at Peter and sighed heavily.

"I am so sorry, but... even if I wanted to... I don't have the Time Stone anymore"said Stephen with a disappointed tone because he was unable to help Peter no matter what the situation. The Time Stone has already been returned to the past so Stephen can't do anything else.

You sighed heavily. "I really want to help you and your friends for university matters, but unfortunately I'm not the person who has the power for university matters.. I'm just a lecturer. If I'm in power, of course I'll help you all. I'm sorry." you said, nodding sadly.

Peter who seemed to have hope began to drop his hope. It's true what they say, Stephen can't do anything if the Time Stone isn't there to turn back time and you're not a powerful person when it comes to the university where you teach. So all the hopes he had started to drop.

Peter nodded slightly. "That's right"

You and Stephen nodded in unison. Peter paused for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh.

"I'm really sorry if I... wasted your time." continued Peter in a tone of disappointment plus sadness.

You and Stephen shook your heads in unison as you waved your hands in the air.

"N-No, you didn't..."

"it's okay, you're not wasting any time"

"It's okay, Stephen.. Mrs Strange"

"No Peter, I really want to help you but I can't do anything about your education. I'm not the one to solve the university thing. But I really want to help you" you said walking up to Peter and holding Peter's hand and caressing his hand as if a mother was persuading her child.

Peter held your hand and looked at you with a sad face but managed to hide it with his sweet smile.. "Just forget about it. Mrs Strange..it's ok"

You looked at Peter for a long time before nodding slowly and letting go of Peter's hands. You then slowly walked over to your husband's side but your eyes were still on Peter. Feelings of pity and wanting to help still open up in you. But if Peter says that, you have to follow what he wants. You have treated Peter like your own son so the feeling of motherhood is still strong inside you. Even though you and Stephen are not blessed with children yet, so it's not wrong if you treat children like your own children, right?

Peter looked at you both and repeated the sentence he said to you again.

"Just forget about it, I think I can manage with what's happening now" said Peter in a tone trying to be strong.

Stephen nodded and sipped his hot chocolate. You looked at your husband with a pitying expression on your face.

"Oh, he will. He's really good at forgetting things." Wong said suddenly as he lifted several bags into the portal.

This causes a temporary enlightenment in the Bleecker Street magician's mind, as he points at his companion. You looked at Stephen and Wong confused as Peter looked at Wong with a frown.

"Wong. You've actually generated a good idea." said Stephen looking at Wong with raised eyebrows.

Wong looked at the Master Of The New York Sanctum confused.

"What?" Wong asked raising an eyebrow.

"The runes of Kof-Kol." Stephen said in a suggestive tone.

"The runes of Kof-Kol?" you and Peter said in unison in confused tones.

"Oh, it's just a standard spell of forgetting. Won't turn back time, but at least people will forget that you were ever Spider-Man." replied Stephen looking at Peter and you while swinging his mug of hot chocolate in the air.

Peter with his hope reappeared. With light up eyes looking at Stephen, he looked at Stephen as if Stephen was his idol.

"seriously? Thank-"

"No. Not seriously. That spell travels the dark borders between known and unknown reality. It's too dangerous." said Wong with a firm tone. He looked at Stephen sharply.

You looked at Stephen and Wong at the same time with a worried expression on your face. Even if you don't know much about magic, you know what Wong warned is dangerous. What the Spell that crossed Stephen's mind was indeed dangerous. It doesn't matter if it's a little or a lot, you keep an eye on Stephen if he uses any spells every time you're with him.

Stephen snorted and looked at Wong. "God, we've used it for a lot less. Do you remember the full moon party in Kamar-Taj?"

The moment you heard those words, you automatically blushed hard and had to hide your face on Stephen's shoulder while your arms hugged Stephen's side. You know what happened at the Moon Party's in Kamar- Taj. Only you and Stephen know about it. And we're not here to talk about that, right?

"No"Said Wong frowning and looking at you who was still hiding your face on Stephen's shoulder.

"Exactly." replied Stephen casually.

"Come on, Wong. Hasn't he been through enough?" Stephen looked at Wong with a pleading expression.

Wong looked at Stephen with a stern expression before he looked at you who were still hiding on Stephen's shoulder and looked at Peter. Not long after, a portal appeared behind Wong that led to the Kamar Taj.

"Just leave me out of this." Wong said hesitantly before stepping into the portal. But his eyes are still on Stephen and you.

Stephen raised his eyebrows. "Fine?"

"Fine.. Y/n, take care of your husband.. if anything weird and dangerous happens feel free to be angry with him." said Wong with a tone of suggestion plus advice as if he were a father-in-law advising his daughter-in-law.

You raised your face to look at Wong. Immediately, you nodded. The "technical" Sorcerer Supreme's portal closes. The "practical" Sorcerer Supreme smiles at Peter. While you looked at them both with a worried face. You then slapped Stephen's arm hard while looking straight into Stephen's eyes.

"Ow, what was that for?" said Stephen, starting to distance himself from you. As soon as he looked at your sharp face, he began to swallow his saliva slowly.

"Do you need to mention about the Full Moon Party in Kamar Taj?" You reprimanded in a firm tone of voice.

"Don't worry, he won't know" said Stephen teasingly but cautiously.

"He will know later. Knowing Wong, he will be able to figure things out quickly. What if he bans me from coming to the Library?" you said angrily.

"I'll make The runes of Kof-Kol again. Easy" said Stephen as he walked closer to Peter and changed his clothes to his usual tunic with a spell.

"Please be careful with that spell, Stephen.. I'm worried what will happen to us later" you said with a pleading tone of advice.

Stephen looked at you then pointed at Peter and told Peter to go to the basement first before Stephen slowly walked towards you. His arms wrapped around your body and he placed his chin on your head and kissed your hair softly while inhaling the smell of your hair lovingly. You hugged Stephen tightly and inhaled the smell of Stephen's body where there was a slight smell of hot chocolate and mint as well as the smell of old books. A smell that for you is quite comfortable and can be called a safe place.

" you don't have to worry, I promise I'll be careful.. If you need me just shout my name and I'll come in an instant.. ok? "said Stephen while stroking your back gently and lovingly.

You lifted your head from Stephen's chest and looked at Stephen's face. Your right hand let go and caressed Stephen's sharp cheekbone.

"It's not that I don't believe you, but you also know that I sometimes worry about what you do. That's why I'm worried that if something happens, who will help you later? Even though I don't know much about magic knowledge or cloak relic that can floating and living, I'll still help you no matter where you are." you said while peck Stephen's lips.

Stephen hummed as he grabbed your neck to kiss your lips for a long time before looking at you and loosening his embrace from your body and pulling back to look at you with his signature ego look.

"The way for you to help me is to just to be in bed" Stephen winked before he dramatically turned and walked towards the basement with the cloak swinging behind him.

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You close your laptop slowly before getting out of bed and start reaching for the cable to charge your laptop. You stretched your body and yawned a little before walking back to bed to plug the charging cable into the laptop. You then intended to make hot chocolate again in the kitchen so you took the empty mug and walked out of your and Stephen's room. The Sanctum was quite quiet right now. The students who helped shovel the snow must have been resting for a while. You know they have been shoveling snow for a long time so it is not wrong if they want to rest for a while. And strangely, there was no sound at all from the underground where Stephen and Peter were now. Perhaps the process of the runes is quite long to make.

So you plan to make hot chocolate for the two students. Slowly you walk on the slippery floor. Carefully step your feet so you don't slip. As soon as you reached the Sanctum stairs, you immediately held the stair rail tightly with your right hand. You look for the two students who are not shoveling in front of the stairs. Weird, you're going down slowly.

All of a sudden, the Sanctum began to shake as if there was a massive earthquake causing your hand grip on the rail to slip and you immediately slipped down the slippery stairs before landing with your head hitting the corner of the stairs hard causing your vision to blur and have a black spot in the corner your eyes.

"Mrs Strange!" screams were heard simultaneously, which to you were the voices of two students who volunteered to help shoveling snow there.

Your blurry vision that was getting darker and darker was only able to see the shadow of the two students before your eyes closed, your eyes managed to look at the third shadow behind the student. A glimpse of black and bushy hair. And with that, your vision darkened as if you had fallen into a dark ocean.

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Voices as if people were talking faintly sounded in your ears as soon as you started to wake up from unconsciousness. Your head is throbbing as if there is a drum in your head causing your headache to become painful. Of course this will cause you an extreme headache later. Your eyes began to open slowly as you flinched when the voice that was faint to you earlier became clear. You whimpered a little in pain as every sound made your head hurt. Immediately everything was silent.

You open your eyes and look around. It turns out that where you are now is your and Stephen's room. You tried to get up but suddenly a black figure quickly rushed to the side of your bed and grabbed your arm and back as if it was trying to help you sit up. You looked at that black glimpse.

"Stephen?"

'Stephen' looked at you strangely and confused before releasing his hold on you as soon as you were in a sitting position and pulled back but his eyes were still on you.

"Stephen? I'm Sherlock. Not Stephen. John, what is she saying?"Said 'Stephen' or known as Sherlock with a British accent looking to the man with sand blonde hair, short and dressed in a black jacket and black jeans who was standing not far from where the two of you were.

"Sherlock I think she's still semi-conscious-"

"-I'm fully aware ok. I'm not unconscious anymore. So I know what I'm talking about. And who are you anyway? Why is Stephen or Sherlock if you want to call him wearing clothes like this? As far as I know his hair is not curly like this." you said looking Sherlock up and down.

The man with sandy blonde hair approached you both slowly.

"My name is John Watson and I don't understand what you are saying right now. All we know is that we are solving a case and suddenly, here we are." John explained to you.

" and I am not the Stephen you say." replied Sherlock lazily as he rolled his eyes.

"Sherlock!" John insisted angrily as his eyes were fixed on Sherlock.

"It's true what I said. She keeps calling me Stephen. I don't know why." Sherlock replied.

"yeah but this is not the time to argue about that. Right now we have to think about how we want to go back to 221B" said John looking at you.

"I'm sorry if I interrupted. But what do you mean that you and he are suddenly here?" you said confusedly to the two men.

John looked at Sherlock with a face you couldn't read. Sherlock looked at John for a long moment before he let out a heavy sigh. John must have thought that Sherlock must have some sort of solution to this.

"I'm afraid I don't know how the two of us are here. All we know is that there's a flash of colour and the next thing we know we're in this 'museum'," explained Sherlock while running his hands through his curly hair.

You looked at the two of them for a long time before sighing heavily. It seems that this may have something to do with the spell that Stephen made. Nothing but this must have happened when Stephen made the spell.

" I think I know how to help you two. I have to go and see my husband.. " you said starting to get up but stopped when Sherlock grabbed your shoulder to sit back down.

You looked at Sherlock confused. Sherlock cocked his head to the side as if to indicate something. You looked at what Sherlock meant and gasped as you saw your right leg wrapped in a white bandage.

"I suggest you don't need to walk for a few weeks. You sprained your ankle when you fell down the slippery stairs so I've bandaged your leg and treated your head. Nothing serious, you might just have a headache but that will go away with time," explained John in doctor mode.

"oh, thank you for helping me. It seems we have to wait for Stephen to come to the room, then we can help you" you said.

Sherlock and John nodded. The atmosphere in the room was quiet again. Only the sound of motorcycle and car engines can be heard from outside the Sanctum even though it is muffled because of the windows but you can still hear how busy New York City is. Sherlock and John who were still confused by the current atmosphere seemed to have relaxed a little with the quiet atmosphere. Maybe that's what they want. Quiet and peaceful.

Maybe with the current situation, this is the best time for them to think of a way to go home. You looked at Sherlock who was now at the window looking at New York City with a frown on his face. He was definitely not used to the atmosphere of a big and noisy city compared to where he lived. Maybe?

Sherlock's face, which is indeed similar to your husband's face, makes you amazed at how different and the same they are when they stand next to each other. His clean shaven face without any goatee, even his curly hair that looks soft makes you want to run your fingers through his hair a few times just to feel how soft his hair is.

The way of wearing it is quite different compared to what your husband wears. The black trench coat and blue scarf look neat tied around his neck, probably because he doesn't want to get cold. But, no matter how different he is from your husband. You remain faithful to your true husband until the end of your life. Maybe Sherlock will find a girl like you? we don't know. Love doesn't always come rolling, what we need to do is find true love.

"so umm... Are you two partners or colleagues?" you said suddenly trying to make a conversation.

John looked at you before clearing his throat. " we can be said to be colleagues but we are also flatmates. Although, Sherlock's behavior is quite rude, we are still friends. He trusts me and I trust him. Although some people think we are umm.. more than friends. But, it's not true. I'm a married man and Sherlock has a girlfriend, so over time the rumors just...disappeared"

You raised an eyebrow. Sherlock has a girlfriend?

Sherlock looked at you for a moment before looking back at the window. "yes, is there a problem?"

You shook your head quickly. " no no. John just said your behavior is a bit rude but it doesn't mean you can't afford to have a girlfriend. You are just like my husband, Stephen.. although his behavior is a bit cocky and his ego is a bit high, he knows how to take care of a woman who he calls his wife" you smiled to yourself.

Sherlock was speechless. His eyes were still focused on the outside of the window before he slowly turned his gaze towards you.

"Her name is Y/n. Yeah, you're just like her. Strong but she knows her limits. Fierce but kind at the same time. Likes to help others a lot. That's what I like about her. Stubborn too. That's the reason why I'm not surprised to see you is because to me you are just like her. There is no difference, only the way you throw your words is different. She is more soft but firm and you are more firm but soft." Sherlock said softly, his hand in his pocket gently stroking the black box.

You were stunned by what Sherlock said. It turns out that he admires the girl he loves without realizing it. The verse that is said to be arranged is beautiful like a poem. He really loves that girl. Even if the girl has the same name and face as you, no matter how different the version of Stephen in this universe is, it will definitely be united with the girl they really admire. And that girl is you.

You looked at John who was looking at Sherlock with his mouth slightly open. "What's wrong, John?"

John jerked away from his gaze and looked at you, his head a little closer to your ear. And then he whispered.

"this is the first time he admitted that he loves Y/n to someone else. All this time it was all done quietly and in his own way. So this is a bit of a surprise to me. He never told what 'our' Y/n is like to anyone but me " explained John in a whisper. Worried that his statement was heard by Sherlock who was now still in his own mind.

You nodded in understanding and looked at Sherlock. John pulled himself away from you and walked over to the chair not far from your bed, his hands clasped and gently stroked.

"umm.. how long will it take for your husband to come back?" asked John.

" I don't think it will be long because he is in the basement. So maybe he will come up soon. " you replied while tugging at your shirt.

Sherlock sighed quickly and ran his fingers through his hair repeatedly as if his mind was reeling. He then walked back and forth in the same place before walking and sitting on the end of your bed. He sighed heavily.

"oh please hurry up. I'm bored" Sherlock said with a complaining tone.

You looked at Sherlock confused then looked at John with a questioning look on your face. John looked at you as if he understood what you meant.

" don't mind him. He's always like that when he's bored. Complains and sometimes shoots the wall with a gun.. But that's when 'our' Y/n isn't in the flat.. if Y/n is there, of course he'll just stick with Y/n ." John said to you, shrugging his shoulders as if he'd had enough of Sherlock's behavior.

"shoot a wall? like really shoot a wall with a real gun? Aren't other people angry?" you asked widening your eyes slightly as if in disbelief.

John nodded and sighed. "yeah, of course our landlady is angry with Sherlock but because she's had enough of Sherlock's behavior it's become a habit. It's just that the price of the flat has increased"

" That's when your Y/n isn't there.. but what does he do when your Y/n is in the flat? " you asked John again.

"well, Sherlock usually just puts his head on Y/n's lap and Y/n will play with her hair as if that will calm Sherlock's mind. That's the calmest thing when Y/n is in our flat. All things or experiments are not touch by him if Sherlock is stuck with Y/n" said John looking at Sherlock who was looking out the window. Perhaps his attention was lost the moment he entered his mind.

You nodded understanding what John explained. Even though Sherlock looks cold and a little rude, he still has a kind and gentle nature to his lover. Also, just by looking at Sherlock you can imagine what it would be like if Stephen took criminology instead of the medical field. Surely Stephen will be like Sherlock. Thirst with knowledge and criminal cases must be his main characteristic. There is no difference at all.

You looked back at John but before you could open your mouth, Stephen opened the bedroom door wide and entered the bedroom you shared with his face covered in claw marks and bruises. Stephen limped into the room slowly.

Your eyes then light up when you see Stephen but turn worried when you see your husband's condition. The startled John quickly got up and walked towards Stephen to help him.

"Stephen! " you called in a soft voice plus a hint of concern towards Stephen.

Stephen who was limping and helped by John looked at you with a relieved face before turning to worry when his eyes looked at you who was lying on the bed with one leg wrapped.

"Honey, what happened to you? Are you ok?" Stephen asked worriedly and tried to go towards you with John's help. Stephen was still unaware of the presence of two men there even though he was helped by John. All his attention is only on you.

" Don't worry about me, dear. My ankle is just sprained and I'm sure I have a slight concussion but what we need to worry about is you, Steph.. what's going on?" you replied in a worried tone and tried to move towards Stephen but you winced in pain as you moved your bandaged leg.

Stephen sighed heavily and began to sit on the edge of the bed. John then stepped back trying to give the two couples privacy. Sherlock, who had been in the realm of his mind, started to snapped out of his mind and looked at you and his variant. Sherlock began to make deductions against Stephen.

Stephen rubbed your bandaged leg gently so that it would not put any pressure on your sprained leg. You looked at Stephen with a worried frown.

"What happened? you asked Stephen as your hand tried to reach Stephen's hand that was stroking your bandaged leg.

"well.. you know what Peter wants right? So I cast the spell but it started backfired and everything went haywire. And guess what, I found a lizard monster in the basement so I fought it and put it in the cell. It's pretty strong too and that's why I got some of these injuries. " Stephen explained. His hand then reached your hand and stroked it gently.

You let out a deep breath. Fortunately, nothing bad happened to Stephen and he only had injuries that could be treated with a first aid kit and enough rest. Luckily nothing bad happened after that. You frowned.

"So, the spell you cast and backfired is what caused this Sanctum to shake?" you make assumptions right away.

Stephen lowered his head slightly before looking at you with pleading eyes.

"yes.." replied Stephen with a small voice.

" and that spell caused the detective version of you to appear with his friend?" you said again as you pointed your index finger towards Sherlock and John.

Stephen raised his head quickly and looked at you with a confused face.

"sorry?" Stephen asked in a confused tone.

"the detective version of you appeared after I fell down the Sanctum stairs. Luckily, his friend helped me with a sprained leg and my head. Otherwise, I'd still be at the end of the Sanctum stairs." you murmured to Stephen.

Stephen immediately looked at your pointing finger and let out a heavy breath as his eyes widened to see his own twin standing upright next to the window of your room. Sherlock who looked narrowly at Stephen stiffened when he saw another version of himself in front of him.

The two men looked at each other in silence. Their eyes study each other's faces and selves quickly. Honestly, Stephen himself doesn't know whether this is an impressive thing or not because one, of course he was quite amazed when he could see another version of himself although it was a bit strange because he saw himself in front of his eyes and secondly, it was also quite dangerous if any variants who set foot in another universe, it will definitely result in bad things like incursion.

Talk about Incursion made Stephen widen his eyes with shock.

Stephen quickly shook his head in distress. "no, no no.. this is very dangerous. The two of you cannot be in this universe. It's too dangerous. One step in another universe, that universe will be destroyed and disappear from existence. This is all a mistake" Stephen rambled with stress while walking one places around the room.

John looked at Sherlock hoping Sherlock knew what Stephen meant. Destroyed and disappeared from existence. These two gentlemen should not be in this universe let alone other variants from different universes.

And what Stephen knew was that he was already fucked up after he cast the spell. Sherlock can only see the version of himself that is in distress and walking in that place. Back and forth steps were arranged by Stephen while rubbing his head. Stephen's injuries became numb and forgotten.

John decided to open his mouth. "You see, we here don't know what's going on right now. All we know is that your wife told us that you can take us back to.. our universe"

Stephen stopped and looked at John confused. "and you are?"

"John Watson, call me John" John introduced himself.

Stephen nodded his head. "Doctor Stephen Strange. Doctor Strange is fine" Stephen replied and looked at Sherlock with a frown. "and who's this friend of yours?"

John looked at Sherlock who was still standing stiffly by the window. "That's Sherlock Holmes.. just call him Sherlock.. Don't mind him, he's always like that. Trying to make some deductions."

Stephen nodded his head in understanding. Although Stephen knows who Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson are due to him having read Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's books in his spare time. But he does not expect that the real Sherlock Holmes is a variant of himself. He excepted that Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson would appear as in the book describe both of them and in Victorian era clothing but his expectations were wrong just seeing the way they both wore.

Although the way they both dress is quite good for the season in London, it is also good that they wear such clothes in Sanctum because Sanctum is still in a 'Christmas holiday' state.

You, who had been a witness to the conversation, began to open your mouth after being silent for a 'long time'. "Stephen, I think we need to treat your injury. I'm afraid there will be an infection and we can continue this while Doctor Watson is here treating your wound. Doctor Watson, you go to the bathroom and open the bathroom mirror. In there we keep first aid kit." You told John.

John nodded and walked into the bathroom. Stephen sighed heavily.

"Do you still want to stand there or do you want to ask questions?" Stephen sighed tiredly.

As if he had just woken up from his mind reverie, Sherlock jerked out of his Mind Palace. His mind played some questions that only his variant could tell. The Great Sherlock Holmes himself does not know how the universe works let alone know about the solar system.

Stephen sighed weakly and shook his head several times trying to get rid of the dizziness that was growing in his head. "I still can't believe I will discover a variants from another universes let alone my own variant" Stephen paused and looked at Sherlock. "seems like you have a question to ask"

Sherlock nodded slightly. "although I believe in science but what is happening now is a bit confusing for me"

"I can say the same thing for you. Even I know everything about universes and mystics but this is really out of control and shouldn't happen" Stephen rubbing his chin with both hands.

Sherlock cocked his eyebrows at Stephen. "and why is that?"

"Because once any variants or things from the alternative universe are traced in another universe, it will trigger something that can bring chaos to that universe" Stephen explained.

Sherlock frowned. Meanwhile John came out of the bathroom with a first aid kit in his hand and walked towards Stephen. The first aid kit was opened and John began to enter his Doctor mode and began to treat the wound on Stephen's face.

"don't bother telling him about that, Doctor Strange. He doesn't know that the earth goes around the sun let alone knows about things like this" John muttered.

You stifled a giggle and put a palm over your mouth to hide your smile. Sherlock grumbled unpleasantly when he heard what John said then he turned his gaze to the window again.

"and by the way. Back to the trigger something.. how long do you think it will take to start happening?" John asked with concern. "we didn't want to cause any danger in your universe, honestly"

Stephen sighed. "I don't know.. let's just hope it doesn't happen so quickly"

"also, we still need to find out how to bring you both back to your universe" you stated.

Sherlock looked at you. "can you do magic too?"

"uhm.. no. I don't have magic like Stephen, I'm just a university lecturer" You replied.

"Y/n in our universe is a Detective Inspector at Scotland Yard. From there Sherlock knows her" John said all of the sudden as his hand dabbed cotton on Stephen's wounds.

Stephen winced as the stinging pain flashed across his face. John looked at Stephen apologetically before continuing his work.

"Stephen met me.. correction bumping into me and causing my coffee to spill all over him that's how we both met. Years later we both got married and still have no children but we are still happy" you smiled towards Stephen passionately.

Sherlock looked at you both for a long time. This is what will happen if he and your version are in his universe. His hand in his pocket tightly holding the ring box.

Just as Sherlock was about to open his mouth, your phone made a loud 'ping' sound indicating that notifications had arrived.

You looked at your phone on the bedside table and reached for it. The screen opens and the dim light from your screen shines on your face. Sherlock, Stephen and John just looked at you.

Your face is shocked when you receive a message from one of your students which is the latest news about the attack on the bridge but what makes you more shocked is Spiderman and squid man? who made havoc there. You quickly flipped your phone and directed it to Stephen.

Stephen widened his eyes and quickly got up from his sitting position causing John to jerk in surprise at the sudden movement.

"i have to go" Stephen said then leaned and kissed your forehead.

You nodded in understanding and caressed his cheek. "be safe" you muttered to him with concern.

Stephen nodded and walked out of the room you two shared. The two grown men who are with you can only witness the situation unfolding in front of them with confused and worried faces (John who is worried).

"What's wrong?" Sherlock spoke after a few moments of silence.

"He needs to get Peter before something untoward happens" you muttered.

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*Time Skips*

After the whole fiasco where Peter trapped Stephen in the Grand Canyon and he ran away with a cube that contained spells in the hope of changing the fate of the villains there, well that's what Peter said to you before he and the others left the Sanctum. You worriedly pacing with a slight limp in the main room of the Sanctum with a concerned face engraved.

You don't know how long you've been pacing around because you're worried about Stephen's condition now, you don't know how to open the portal. Stephen always said that he does not recommend you to learn magic because for him it is dangerous even though a simple spells can lead to a dangerous situation. You just scoffed at that. Said the one who always casts simple spells and leads into dangerous situations.

John and Sherlock who are 'still' in the Sanctum can only see your distressed session. John who was sitting on the steps was staring into space at the same time unconsciously tapping his foot on the floor while Sherlock was observing everything in the Sanctum trying to get rid of his boredom.

"it's been twelve hours he's trapped.. I don't know what happened to him and yet I'm here doing nothing to help him" You said with a worried tone.

"Calm down, Y/n. He's a Sorcerer of course he's fine. You don't need to worry about him.. Just sit here you shouldn't put pressure on your sprained leg. It will interfere with its healing" John tapped the spot beside him with his left hand.

"What if something happens to him? And I can't do anything. I don't have magic like Stephen" you said worriedly as you take a seat besides John.

"he's a great man, he'll be back later. You shouldn't worry about him. He might be dealing with what happened now." John assured you while patting your shoulder. He looked at Sherlock who was trying to hold the artifacts there. "Sherlock" he called.

Sherlock withdrew his fingers from touching the artifacts there and turned his gaze on John. He grumbled and sat next to you. Now you are among British men. One that looks like your husband and one that looks like one of the CIA agents you see on TV.

"I just wish he's okay, that's all. That's what a wife should do right? Worry about their husband's well-being" you murmured.

"Mary don't do that" Sherlock muttered.

John glared at him. "Pardon?"

Sherlock grumbled and looked away. You looked at Sherlock with confusion engraved on your face.

"Mary? As in Mary Watson?" You asked.

"My wife." John replied, smiling to himself.

"She sounds lovely"

"oh she was lovely.. Still is" John looked down his lap with sorrow.

"Was?" you furrowed your eyebrows.

"She's passed away a few years ago. It's complicated but everything is sorted out" John said, grieving.

"Oh, John.. I'm sorry for your loss. She's probably in a good place" you said, rubbing his back in a comforting way.

"Thanks" John said lowly. "without her me and Sherlock will not make up after a long time of not being on the same page for some reason regarding her death. She saved us one last time. Well, she's probably going to kill us if we still don't see each other. Rosie going to be pisses to her dad for that" John added.

"at least she has a favorite auntie and uncle by her side" Sherlock interrupted.

"yeah, well. obviously you and Y/n are her favorites. You both spoiled her too much with the puzzle. Now she's obsessed." John complained.

"It's good for 5 years old to grow up with the great brain. Otherwise you spoiled her with Mrs Hudson biscuits" Sherlock shot back his response.

"Rosie's first word is Murder. Murder! Not daddy or Papa. It's all your fault for teaching her that word" John said loudly.

Two British men fighting like old married couples? yup. Your day is very beautiful.

" her first word is Murder. Well.. that's quite surprising" You are dumbfounded.

"I expected she said mother but I heard it wrong.. She loudly said Murder. Now you know whose fault" John crossed his arms.

"At least she doesn't have a bad temper like yours" Sherlock said flatly.

"what?" John glared at Sherlock.

"nothing." Sherlock looked at you. "She and Y/n are very inseparable. Y/n loves her like her own daughter so no wonder Rosie has almost the same personality as Y/n. She follows her everywhere" Sherlock said admiringly.

"You really love her, don't you?" you said, grinning at him.

"Well, love is a strong word but yes. You can say that. Mycroft still debating with himself when I say that I have a girlfriend" Sherlock muttered.

You nodded in understanding and thought into space. The Sanctum is quiet.

"You know, it's a bit weird knowing that the characters from the books I read when I was little actually exist in another universe. Let alone have the same face as my husband." you chuckled.

"I'm still debating with myself that the Multiverse exists. Let alone meet the same person as my girlfriend" Sherlock said.

"I'm still in the state of making sure this is not a dream by the way" John spoke.

"well, Mr Watson. It's one hundred percent real and not a dream" you replied, smirking.

"But still, being in another universe is not our line of work" Sherlock said next to you.

You sighed lightly. "Is it true that you once encountered Professor Moriarty?"

"Moriarty is not a professor in our universe but well he claimed himself as a Consulting Mastermind. Well, he's dead now.. So no need to worry"

"is it Reinchenbach Fall? He's dead because he fell right?" You tilted your head slightly.

"he shot himself with a gun.. I was the one who jumped not him.. I'm pretending to be dead for 2 years just to destroy his network" Sherlock replied.

"oh, yeah.. i read about that too.. You pretended to be dead for 2 years... Gosh, that must be bothering you, isn't it?" You said, glancing at Sherlock sympathetically.

"You can say that" Sherlock replied.

"It's sound weird that you know everything because you read books about us even though you've never been to our place" John blurted after a long time silent.

"Well, the timeline in the book is the Victorian era, so compared to your modern era, there is no difference. The characters and the story lines are almost the same," you explained.

"but not all of them, right?" John looked at you.

You nodded. "yup" you thought for a moment. "Gosh, it's been a while.. I'm starting to worry about him" you rubbed your arms anxiously.

Sherlock awkwardly put his hand on your back and rubbed it gently in a comforting way.

"He's okay, Y/n..Don't worry about him.. Like you said he has magic so he knows when to protect himself" John reassured you.

"but what if something happens-"

The sound of the spark started to be heard in the middle of the Sanctum where the three of you were. You started to wake up with Sherlock's help. Both hands hug yourself as you try to warm yourself. There Stephen came out of the portal with scratches and cuts on his face. He looked obviously tired.

His body bends a little, probably his ribs are sore after fighting for a long time. You sighed in relief and rushed to Stephen. You immediately put Stephen's right hand on your shoulder as you helped him to sit on the Sanctum stairs.

"Oh, Stephen. Thank God you're okay" you put both hands on Stephen's cheek and caressed his cheek.

Stephen sighed heavily before putting his forehead against yours. He closed his eyes tiredly. "it takes a long time to handle that opponent"

"Are those villains already defeated? What happened to Spiderman?" You asked concerned.

"I already took them all back to their universes.. It took a long time to handle that because of Goblin. Spiderman is also okay, he's the ones who cure them all" Stephen explained.

"Oh, what a relief. At least you're okay" you said while looking at the injury on his face. "Luckily it's just a small wounds and not a big one. Need me to clean it?"

"no need, I can use healing spells besides I have one last job to do" Stephen opened his eyes and glanced at the Baker Street duo.

Stephen started to get up and walk forward facing the duo. "I believe this is the time for you two to return to your universe. Can't risk any danger in this universe, right?"

"yes.. of course.. We don't want that to happen" John replied.

"the spell doesn't hurt, it's just a bit tickle so both of you will arrive in your universe as usual" Stephen explained.

Sherlock nodded in understanding. "Thanks for letting us both sit here for a while. We appreciate it"

Stephen nodded then held out his hand to shake Sherlock's hand. Sherlock reached out and shook his hand.

"Until next time" Stephen nodded.

Sherlock nodded. John looked at you with appreciation.

"Thanks, Y/n. for explaining and letting us stay here.. Also for helping us get used to being here for a while. We owe it to you both" John said.

"You don't owe us anything, John. Besides, thanks for helping me about what happened earlier. Thanks for treating my injuries." you said to him with a smile.

You turned your gaze to Sherlock. "and you, Mr. Holmes. Make sure you propose to Y/n with a lot of books as a gift, yes? Don't think I didn't see your hand in your pocket, fidgeting with the ring box. Make sure she said yes even though she always says yes to you" you warned him.

Sherlock was stunned. His face turned red. John gawked at Sherlock while Stephen smirked.

"you-"

"right, shall we?" Sherlock cut him off by telling Stephen to leave.

Stephen smirked then nodded and then he began to cast a spell to send them both back to their universe.

Their bodies glowed with a bright yellow light and slowly they disappeared in front of you both. Sherlock nodded his appreciation at the two of you before disappearing in your sight.

You looked at Stephen with a grin. "well, that went well"

"yes.. it went well, honey" Stephen put his hand on your hips.

"now, why don't we just clean ourselves up and treat those injuries? After that we can just marathon read Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's books in our room? what do you think?" you suggested

"Is there hot chocolate?" Stephen smirked at you.

"oh, Husband. Of course there is. Besides Sanctum is still in the Christmas spirit, so we need more hot chocolate" you smiled teasingly at him.

"well, my wife. Lead the way then" Stephen squeezed your hips teasingly causing you to shriek.

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popcorn-plots · 6 months ago

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@miinsie it's stuck in my head lol

Stephen stared at the ring. There was nothing truly spectacular about it-- just a simple golden band, the day of their first date engraved on the inside.

It taunted Stephen, sitting there on his bedside table. His sling ring sat behind it, mocking Stephen. For what, he didn't know.

He and Tony had been married for a week. They were still on their honeymoon, trapped in a hotel somewhere on the Italian east coast. It was romantic, yes, until Tony had to unexpectedly leave for work. Stephen never resented Tony for his work and his responsibilities, Stephen had to pull a lot of strings with some very specific bribes for Wong to cover for the duration of Stephen's honeymoon and not contact him unless the world was ending (no, Wong, man-eating cockroaches are a threat, but they despise the taste of human blood. it's not an emergency if you can just portal them back to their dimension). So no, Stephen didn't blame Tony for what he needed to do.

But it was lonely by himself. Tony was the one who spoke Italian, so Stephen just smiled and waved. He communicated in French, broken English, and translation spells, when the language barrier had become too much. With Tony gone, Stephen hadn't even thought of the translation spell. He didn't want to even try and talk to anyone today. Not when it was a bad hands day.

He wanted to wear his ring, though. He wanted to show the world that he was taken, and he couldn't do that when he wasn't wearing his ring. He couldn't even put his ring on in the first place, not with his hands aching more than usual with the humidity and his knuckles swollen slightly after a day of clinging to the sides of a gondola.

His hands were shaking even more than usually, and the anxiety of being alone in a foreign country did not make it better. But dammit, he would wear that ring! He had made a promise to Tony, and he wanted to keep it. Taking off the ring was what had marked Eugene's cheating and ended his parents' marriage.

Stephen refused to be his father.

Taking a deep breath, Stephen fumbled for the ring. It took a few tries, but he eventually got it. He barely had the moter control to even hook it onto his finger, let alone push it to the base.

He managed, eventually, but Vishanti, did it hurt. Stephen felt tears prick in his eyes as he shoved the ring passed the swollen knuckes. It finally settled on his proximal phalanx. He sighed.

It hurt, but when the ring was still, the pain was reduced to a dull throbbing. Not the worst he's overcome. It took some extra time for Stephen to get dressed when a spike of pain shot up his left arm. He ignored it, but a nagging voice in the back of his head told him it was from the weight of the ring.

Stephen ignored it.

An hour later, Stephen's hand was throbbing. Tears pricked his eyes at every movement, but he ignored it. Pushed it down. He had made a promise, for Gods' sake!

At the end of the day, Stephen was trying not to sob at the pain at he failed to get the ring off for the millionth time. He didn't want to use magic -- if he could get it on, he could take it off. He needed to prove to Tony that he could function without magic, just like how Tony could function without tech, now that the arc reactor was gone.

He could do it. He could take his ring off. He was so close to grasping it with his other hand when the door opened and Tony walked in. Stephen was caught off guard by his voice, so focussed on his task, that he jumped and cursed, loudly, when he hit his hand on the table. He whined, clutching his hands to his chest.

Before he knew it, Tony was kneeling besides him, gently taking Stephen's hands into his own. "Oh, baby." he breathed.

Stephen bit back a sob. "Hurts."

"It does look painful. Can you magic it off?"

Stephen sighed in defeat. He wanted to do it himself, but it just hurt and Tony didn't want to see Stephen so broken when he tried to use his hands.

The pain immediately ebbed as the ring phased onto the table. A few tears slipped when the pain lessened. Stephen tried to hold them in, but they fell anyways, falling until he was sobbing into Tony's shoulder.

"Stephen, baby, what's wrong?"

Stephen coughed. "I can't wear your ring," he cried.

"What ring?"

"My-- our wed-wedding ring... I can't wear it, and I-I promised! I don't want to- to be my da-dad." He cried, his words hidden by his cries and muffed by the shoulder holding him up. "I made a promise to you and-- I want to wear th-the ring, show the world-- to show you.. I'm yours."

"Oh, Stephen. You're not going to become your dad, I trust you, and I know you. You and me both would rather die before we were unfaithful. I'm sorry I didn't think about your hands, I didn't think you wouldn't be able to wear it. But Stephen," Tony knelt in front of Stephen, taking Stephen's face into his hands, "Look at me."

Stephen looked up, meeting Tony's warm, brown gaze. "You don't need a stupid ring for me to know you're mine. I love you, and I know you love me. That's all we need."

Stephen choked back a cry. "But--"

Tony took his hands away and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a large piece of leather. "It was a wedding gift from Thor. It has a bunch of symbols for love on it." Tony grabbed the discarded ring from the table and threaded it on the leather. "He never gave me a specific use for it, but I think this is a pretty good use."

Tony tied it nimbly, strong fingers tying the leather tightly. "Here." Tony pulled Stephen's head down and slipped the necklace over his head. The cold touch of the ring sent shiver through Stephen's body as it came to rest right below his collar bones, sitting on his manubrium.

"Now you can wear it whenever you want, no pain needed." Tony murmered, guiding Steohen's head up and pressing a gentle kiss on his lips.

Stephen closed his eyes, willing the tears to stay where they were. He failed and kissed Tony back.

"Thank you..."

#stephen strange #doctor stephen strange #tony stark #ironstrange #i'm so tired i can't tag this right now #i need to sleep #it's 4 am #unedited #will be edited later

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elisaphoenix13 · 10 months ago

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Deja Vu

"Are you okay?"

Stephen came back to himself with a small gasp and he looked up to find himself looking at Tony. Just...younger. There was less gray in his hair and they were still standing in the Sanctum and it took a few moments for reality to set in and for the sorcerer to realize what had just happened.

Specifically that nothing happened.

He and Tony weren't married, let alone dating. He still lived at the Sanctum with Wong, the Avengers were still broken up...and there were no kids. The realization that his children either weren't his own or didn't exist yet made Stephen feel empty. The vision had felt so real. He could still feel the warmth Tony gave off against his back when he fell asleep just last night (or did he?), and feeling Athena sleeping at the foot of the bed. He was even waiting for this to be some sick joke and his kids would come barrelling through the door arguing about who got to choose the next movie to watch.

But he knew it wouldn't happen. Not yet. Nothing had come to pass. Not even Peter's aunt dying in the accident. May Parker was still alive and well. Stephen was just...Stephen. Sorcerer Supreme. He wasn't anyone's mom, spouse, or matriarch. He was just one of the sorcerer's residing in Greenwich Village.

He felt his skin get clammy and he had to resist the urge to bring up his lunch because he wanted it back. He didn't want to go through all of it again. He wanted his kids now. He wanted the chaos and the noise that the Sanctum was almost completely devoid of.

But he had to, didn't he? Go through all the pain and suffering, the happy moments, the sad…and if that's what it took to get all of that back, Stephen would do it in an instant. He wanted that happiness back…he yearned for it, and he wasn't the only one who deserved it. So did Tony. The very man he fell in love with and was still looking at him in concern.

“I'm fine,” Stephen finally manages to answer while rubbing the bridge of his nose. At least physically. Mentally was an entirely different ballpark. He still felt a small urge to vomit…to lash out and beg for this to be a dream.

“Sure, Doc. I'll believe that when you're not paler than the moon. Better get you a chair.” Tony was already looking for one before he even finished his sentence, and then Stephen felt himself being led to the couch in the foyer. He sat down without argument and made himself breathe through the nausea as Tony sat next to him. “So what's going on?”

Stephen breathes out a pathetic laugh. “If I told you, you'd think I was insane.”

“Guess we won't know unless you tell me.”

If Stephen didn't have that vision, he would have told Tony off…but he knew better. He knew Tony hid his kindness behind smart remarks, but Stephen knew he wasn't ready to hear about what he just experienced. Then being together, having a family, and with the Avengers back together…it was a lot to chew on.

“Maybe later,” he answers quietly. If he could get that vision to be real again, maybe there would be a later.

“Fair enough. Something too intense to recover from immediately right?” Tony says as he gets back to his feet. “I've had nightmares like that. Anyway, glad to see you don't have any magical mishaps here.”

“You'll just cause them if you keep touching everything,” Stephen snorts and Tony barks out a laugh.

“Felt like touching. The engineer in me I guess.” Tony heads for the front door. “Get better soon, Doc. I don't want to be the one dealing with the magical end of things.”

Then he was gone. And Stephen felt empty again. The Sanctum was silent and he couldn't feel Tony's comforting heat…it all felt wrong. He couldn't live like this. Not after seeing what could be.

But then the doorbell rang about an hour later and when Stephen answered it, he found a bag by the door. It held hot soup and a note that made Stephen think that maybe it could happen after all.

Something told me that you'd be terrible about taking care of yourself since you're a doctor. Took the liberty of ordering you some soup. Get well soon, Doc. -T

As Stephen pocketed the receipt with the note and picked up the bag, he couldn't help but smile to himself. He'd have to send the older man a thank you. Something along the lines of calling the man an asshole.

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It worked of course. Tony took it as a challenge of snark and it brought him to Stephen's door more and more. Then everything began to feel familiar to Stephen. The lunches at the Sanctum, the constant quips that he remembered hearing, and their first kiss in Tony's living room…

Everything was back to the way it was. Stephen had to go through all the pain and suffering again but it was worth it to have his family back. It was worth having Valerie glued to his leg since William was still at school, to have Lucy running around in her diaper because she refused to wear any other clothes, and to hear Diana arguing with Harley and Peter over the TV.

He didn't feel empty anymore.

“You alright, Duchess?” Tony asks from beside him as he cuts up some vegetables. “You look like you saw a ghost.”

Stephen shakes his head and focuses back on the task at hand. Namely cutting the last couple of strawberries for Valerie that would hold her over until dinner. “I'm fine.”

“That's just as believable as when you said it when we first met,” Tony huffs. “You looked the same then and you gave me the same answer. Which you never explained to me by the way.”

Stephen looks at him with surprise. “You remember that?”

“I'm old, not senile.” Tony says and Stephen chuckles.

“I really am fine. What happened then was the complete opposite of now.” He starts. ��I…saw this back then.”

Tony blinks and stops cutting to look over at the sorcerer. “Wait…this?”

“The kids…us…I lived it. I looked like a ghost because I was torn away from it. It was all a vision and it made me feel sick.” Stephen tells him as he hands the bowl of strawberries down to Valerie and watches her walk over to the table with them. “It was the happiest I've ever been in my life and it was just a dream.”

“And now?” Tony asks carefully, gently taking Stephen's hand, making him smile.

“It's real. I made sure of it. Even if it wasn't, I would do it all again without hesitation.” Stephen reassures. “The vision was just so intense and realistic that it took a lot out of me at the time. I also don't think you would have believed me at the time.”

“I…maybe.” Tony admits. “I was still a little suspicious of it at the time. Are you sure you're okay now?”

Stephen nods. “I'm just relieved. That's all. If I knew this was possible and wasn't able to get it again…”

“But it was and you do,” Tony says firmly before lifting Stephen's hand to kiss the back of it. “I'd hate to imagine what it would be like without you.”

The doctor’s smile drops a bit. “I've seen that too. It's not good.”

“Guess I should thank those witch doctors of yours that they blessed you with visions,” Tony smirks and Stephen rolls his eyes.

“I can't believe you just referred to the Vishanti as witch doctors.”

“You still love me.”

Stephen’s smile returns and he sighs softly. “I always will.”

#stephen strange #supremefamily #ironstrange #tony stark #mama bear au

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vickiee-mcmuffin · 2 years ago

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Created: 12/06/2023

Updated: 17/11/2024

Caught (18+)

You are 20 years younger than Stephen, and you can't help thinking about him, and one day, Stephen catches you during an intimate moment.

Reunited (18+)

You have the honor of being one of Christine's bridesmaids at her wedding. But when you notice a certain person has been invited, it brings back heartbreaking memories.

What are friends for (18+)

You are young and desperate to get laid. You try to hook up with guys your age, but you soon realise there's only one person you want to be your first, and that person is Stephen.

Let me help you (18+)

You notice Stephen is in pain, and you decide you're going to help him in every way you can.

Under his desk (18+)

Wong is suspicious of you and Stephen, and one day, Wong walks in when you're under Stephen's desk, pleasuring him.

A helping hand

You are awoken by the soft sound of someone crying, and you realise Stephen is in pain.

Secret desires (18+)

You and Stephen have been sneaking around for just over a month. One day, you have a close call when someone knocks on the door to Stephen's room when you and Stephen are doing certain activities.

A helping touch (18+)

You are intrigued by the new arrival at Kamar Taj. He has a scruffy appearance, but you offer to help him out when you find out why.

The party (18+)

You are dragged to a party by one of your friends, and part of you wishes you never agreed to go until a certain stranger catches your eye.

It's always been you (18+)

You're in a relationship with a guy called Luke after you were too scared to tell Stephen how you really felt about him. But one thing leads to another when you go to the Sanctum to see Stephen after an argument with Luke.

The wedding day

The day has arrived for you to marry the love of your life after your presence at Kamar Taj had changed him for the better.

Just a little lie (18+)

You join the mystic arts after your dad, Tony Stark, suggested the idea. You hated the idea until you met your teacher, Doctor Stephen Strange.

Jealous (18+)

You see Stephen's jealous side come out after he sees some guy talking to you at an event.

Don’t be shy (18+)

You have always been a little timid when it comes to making noise in bed. But Stephen encourages you to not be shy, because he wants to hear you.

Realization (18+)

After hooking up with Stephen on the night of the full moon Kamar Taj party over a month ago, you begin to experience pregnancy symptoms. And you realise you could potentially be pregnant with Stephen's child.

Just this once (18+)

You accidentally walk in on Stephen trying to pleasure himself. You see he's struggling because of his hands, so you decide to help him out.

A little crush (18+)

You became good friends with America when you started your journey at Kamar Taj a few months ago. But you also found yourself having a bit of a crush on America’s carer, Doctor Stephen Strange.

You’re a tease (18+)

You and Stephen work together in the same hospital. You constantly like to tease each other, and one day you both end up in one of the supply closets in the hospital.

A helping hand

You notice Stephen is struggling with the pain in his hands when he's trying to make you something, so you offer to help him out.

Temptation (18+)

Another Stephen enters your life after he arrived in your universe, and you try to resist the temptation to sleep with him.

Swapped places (18+)

Stephen returns home after a 2-week-long mission, and he seems desperate to touch you. But the Stephen you give yourself to, isn't the Stephen you knew and cared for.

A helping hand

You notice Stephen is having issues with his hands. So you decide to help him out when Stephen realises he can't do it himself.

A new discovery (18+)

You discover a new side to Stephen when you call him Daddy as he makes love to you in his office.

...

A helping hand

You notice Stephen is struggling with his hands before he needs to leave for a meeting. So you decide to help him out.

A new discovery (18+)

You discover a new side to Stephen when you call him Daddy during your love-making session.

A new look (18+)

You are starting a new job as a makeup artist and hair stylist and need someone to practice on. Stephen is the best person to ask, and you hope he agrees to help you.

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strangehotch · 2 years ago

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Dating Stephen turning into marrying Stephen pt. 2

At first he’s very shy and doesn’t know how to tell you how he feels he shows you like: act of service, cuddles and kisses.

When you’re sleeping in he LOVES cooking breakfast for you and bringing it in to the room especially after a romantic night 😉

When he’s not busy fighting and defending the planet and universe he’s either reading or watching a movie with you.

One thing he loves when he’s cuddling with you is when you scratch his head or massage his back after a stressful day

When Wong is putting y’all in y’all’s place you and America like to pull pranks on Wong while Stephen is trying so hard not to giggle

The only people that Stephen trusts the most while he’s vulnerable is you, Wong, and America since y’all are his second family.

Stephen has always wanted kids and once you’ve become pregnant he’s been OBSESSED with your belly and boobs…espcelly your boobs

Stephen always loves to travel new places with you…one time he took you New Zealand he couldn’t hear the end of it but he LOVED seeing you happy.

Stephen is the most romantic guy ever once he took you to a fancy dinner then he took you to the see the stars.

One day you and Stephen where at a usual Tony Stark party he had interrupted the party as he said his speech he asked the one question he’s always wanted to ask you, “Will you marry me?” Obviously you said yes

#dr strange x fem!reader #dr strange x reader #dr strange x y/n #incorrect mcu quotes #dr strange #stephen strange #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x female reader #dr strange fluff #marvel

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ironstrange1991 · 2 years ago

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A Real Man

+18 Smut

Pairing: Defender!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Y/n's past traumas and inexperience with relationships lead her to start a romance with one of the worst students at Kamar Taj. When her heart is broken, Stephen offers to teach her what it's like to love a real man, leading her to experience sensations she never imagined before.

Word Count: 10,5k

Warnings: Mentions of childhood sexual abuse, mentions of trauma and psychological issues, huge age gap, sexual content including oral sex with both male and female receiving, masturbation with male receiving, p in v, creampie.

A/N: Hey guys I finally managed to find time to post!

I'd like to clarify that this version of Defender belongs to another timeline, it's not the same pair I usually write about. We have a Stephen here who has just created the Defenders, is still teaching at Kamar Taj, and is not yet the Sorcerer Supreme. The reader is also a student of kamar Taj, but is decades younger than Stephen. I'm so happy with this fic, I hope you like it. ;)

Stephen approached you from behind while you were absently sitting at the desk in the library trying to read, but he could see from afar that you weren't reading anything, your head was turned forward and not to the book and your gaze was fixed as if you were contemplating an immense abyss within yourself.

You were one of his students at Kamar Taj, you were young, twenty-two to be precise and yet you had so much weight on your shoulders and a shadow in your eyes that he himself could recognize as trauma. Maybe that was what made you stand out among the other students.

Not that you weren't beautiful, you were very beautiful, but what made him see you was this sadness, an almost palpable melancholy that surrounded you. He'd been dying to walk over and ask what was wrong, but he never had the courage to do so.

He went so far as to ask Wong about what he knew about your past and Wong sighed heavily "That girl has endured more than anyone should. There's a lot of strength in her, Strange, but there's also a lot of anger, bitterness, pent-up feelings that perhaps one day come to light in catastrophic ways."

Stephen didn't ask any more questions, but Wong's answer only increased his curiosity about you. It didn't help that he was your teacher and saw you every day, even with all the sadness that never left your eyes he was the only person tham seem to make you smile.

A beautiful smile, shy, discreet, but full of sincerity. You once blurted out at the end of a class that he was your favorite teacher. That filled Stephen's heart with a new feeling he didn't remember feeling before, but it also made you apologize for your boldness and run away with your face completely pink.

A friendship was born between you. Sincere, serene, respectful. Even though he knew that deep down he felt more than just affection for you, he was determined to keep things as they were, after all you trusted him as your teacher, maybe you saw him as a father figure or something, he was more than twice your age. When Stephen thought that way he felt not sad, but uncomfortable. Could it be that a friend was all he could be for you?

Things got worse for him when you started an affair with another student. Hugh was older than you but certainly younger than Stephen and was not considered an example or good company for other students by any Master at Kamar Taj.

Stephen felt jealous, but it wasn't just that, it was more, it was a feeling of alertness, of concern, as if he'd known from the start that Hugh meant you no good and was taking advantage of you feeling lonely.

For a while he convinced himself that it was just jealousy, but as your relationship blossomed in front of him and the feeling that something was wrong grew, Stephen did what he did best: playing the detective and digging into Hugh's personal life and it didn't take long for him to discover that the young man was married, had a daughter in the hospital undergoing treatment for terminal cancer, and was at the Kamar Taj seeking enough knowledge to save his daughter.

Stephen thought about how to tell you all this without it sounding intrusive, in the end he decided to gather all the files he found, put them in an envelope and left them on your desk with a note.

I AM REALLY SORRY. STEPHEN.

He feared that it would push you away and destroy your friendship, but it was just the opposite. You started to trust him more, to be more open with him and, little by little, you even managed to tell him about the abuse you suffered as a child, abuse that lasted for years and only stopped when you ran away from home and found shelter at Kamar Taj. You were 12 years old. The Ancient One was still alive and she saw your future clearly deciding to keep you as some kind of maid until you reached 14 so you could begin your training.

Stephen had been at Kamar Taj for 2 years and was already Master of the NY Sanctum when you arrived, he basically watched you grow and turn into a beautiful woman and then somehow he couldn't stop inappropriate feelings from taking over him even though he was more than determined that he never would try anything.

It had been weeks since the truth came out and you ended your relationship in a painful way as witnesses reported. And there you were now in the library pretending to study, not eating well, not sleeping well and he worried about you in ways he couldn't describe.

When the Ancient One died, in fact the day she died she told you that you and tephen had enormous potential together and that he would need you on his journey to become the new Sorcerer Supreme and that you would need him to free yourself from the darkness that inhabits your heart. It took you months to tell him that and he has never been able to forget those words.

Hence the desperate feeling of protecting you from any harm that led him to discover the truth about Hugh.

He cleared his throat to let you know he was close by.

"Can I sit next to you? I know you're not reading anyway."

You smiled nodding sadly at him, your eyes filled with tears. He sit.

"Y/n I'm so sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have butted in, I just felt like something wasn't right and when I found out I couldn't keep the truth from you. But now I am not so sure anymore."

You shook your head understanding. "I know. Thank you, Stephen, I guess I can call you just Stephen isn't that right?" I just realized I keep doing it, sounds disrespectful."

He smiled reassuring "Never. Of course you can call me Stephen."

You sighed closing the book that coincidentally dealt with forgetting spells. He looked at the book and looked at you worriedly "These spells are way beyond your level and if Wong finds out you're considering trying using any of them..."

"Are you really going to rat me out to Wong?"

"If it's to keep you safe, yes. Besides, you can't forget a whole life, just pieces of it, Y/n and it's still too dangerous."

You shook your head negatively and he held your hand firmly "If you don't tell me I won't be able to help"

You nodded and remained silent. There were tears on your eyes.

Stephen had to restrain himself from pulling you into his arms. He wanted to protect you from your past, from your parents, from the world, to tell you that he wouldn't allow anyone else to hurt you, but he stopped himself. "Tell me what exactly do you want to forget"

You sighed "The things Hugh said to me before he left"

Stephen waited for you to continue.

"It's embarrassing, I don't know if I should..."

"Only if you trust me. If you trust me, Y/n, you can tell me anything"

You nodded, running your hand over your face and wiping away your tears. "He said he was only staying with me because he was looking for what his wife didn't give him at home."

Stephen barely noticed when his teeth ground together.

"As you well know I never had anyone, because of what happened when I was a child I was always afraid, I always thought that sex was something bad and wrong, but with him... well, it never felt right, but I thought it was. I didn't… I don't know if I did things the right way or not, but he liked it and I thought it was okay, but..."

Stephen was holding back from showing how furious he was. "Go on"

You covered your face with your hands in embarrassment "He said only a whore has sex that way and that he was disgusted with me..." You started sobbing "I don't know what he's talking about, I thought he liked me, I thought I was doing everything right..."

Stephen pulled you into his arms instinctively and you sighed in surprise but wrapped your arms around him anyway and allowed yourself to cry and he let you, he just stayed there for you. When the torrent of tears had passed he cupped your face and made you look at him "There's nothing wrong with you, do you hear me? Hugh lied to you, saw your weakness and inexperience and took advantage of it. If there's anyone wrong and disgusting in this story is him."

Stephen stopped wondering if he should continue that conversation, but decided he was already too deep into it to stop now. "There is no right or wrong way for a woman to have sex, we are not in the 15th century anymore."

You nodded and then your face got red probably from realizing the kind of conversation you were having. You were friends but never talked about sex before.

"I probably shouldn't be talking about this with the Sorcerer Supreme."

He shook his head, "I'm not the Sorcerer Supreme yet, as you well know."

The position had been taken temporarily by Wong while Stephen went through all the tests the Vishanti demanded.

You sighed running your hands over your face to wipe away the tears "Can I ask you something?"

Stephen sighed pushing the book as far as possible on the desk "I would do anything for you. Even a forbidden spell like this that would get me in trouble with Wong..."

Stephen nodded already knowing what you would ask.

You pushed the book towards him "It’s too advanced for me anyway, but definitely not for you so… could you make me forget the things he said to me?"

"But..."

"I don't think this is the best way to deal with what happened. Y/n, there's always been a shadow over you and your sex life. You told me about the horrors you were inflicted on at home and as far as I know, that shit man was the only man you had besides your abuser."

You nodded, mortified that Stephen was saying those things so openly to you.

"Forgetting what he said won't erase your traumas. Neither the old ones nor the new ones that Hugh created. You'll forget the reasons, but the feeling will still be there."

You traced the scars on Stephen's hand with your fingertips nodding vehemently and he sighed with relief that you understood.

He sighed and held his shaky hand out to you. You held it in yours.

"Imagine for a second…” He said “…that I use such a spell to forget my trauma, my accident. The shaking, the scars would still be there, I just wouldn't remember why."

"I just wanted this feeling to go away. I keep hearing his voice in my head, the things he said, the way he said, it makes me sick. I just want to feel better and normal."

Stephen nodded "There are better ways to make you forget him. To make you feel good about yourself and show you that sex isn't a bad thing."

You looked at him confused and he smiled sheepishly "You can refuse if you want, dammit, you might even hate me for bringing this up now, but… Y/n I've always been in love with you."

You still seemed to struggle to understand what he was saying. "You never said anything to me. I thought I was your friend."

Stephen nodded "You are. My best friend but I've always wanted more. I just never got up the courage to say so because you're my student and you are so young, I've known you for years, I saw you growing and it seems inappropriate..."

"Stephen…"

He put his index finger to your mouth. "Please let me finish."

You nodded.

"I've never tried anything because I'm so much older than you are, but after everything you've told me, after everything that's happened... maybe you need a little experience to show you what it's like not just to have sex, but to make love."

You were speechless, your mouth went agape, your heart was pounding so hard in your chest it felt like it was going to burst. You've always had a crush on Stephen, ever since you were a little girl and had just arrived at the Kamar Taj, but it was always something silly, you never thought you had a chance precisely because you were too young. You thought he wouldn't be interested in you.

Stephen grew more nervous with each passing second that you remained silent. Had he crossed a line? He shouldn't have said that right then, it was inappropriate, it would seem like he was also trying to take advantage on you. Damn it, maybe he used the spell after all, but to make you forget what he said.

"I've never been kissed" You said suddenly. "Hugh... he used to kiss my lips quickly, with his mouth shut. Maybe he was disgusted of me, I don't know. I don't even know how to actually do it"

Stephen smiled at you and touched your face, pulling a strand of your hair behind your ear "Can I show you how it feels like?"

You nodded vehemently. Stephen could feel your entire body shaking as he approached. He rested his other hand on the back of your neck gently and pulled you close, your mouths so close he could feel your warm breath.

He kissed you. Just a touch of lips and then he ran the tip of his tongue between the line of your lips and you parted them instinctively. You sighed in surprise when Stephen's tongue entered your mouth. It was so intimate, so different and at the same time it didn't feel bad or wrong. He caressed your tongue gently with his, gently touched the roof of your mouth and you couldn't help but let a soft moan escape your lips.

Stephen ended the kiss with a light bite on your lower lip and then pulled back and stared at you as if analyzing your reaction. Your face was red, as were your eyes full of tears, but there was a smile on your lips, a happy smile that Stephen had never seen before.

"So…how was your first real kiss?"

You blushed even more and Stephen had the feeling that he was dealing with a virgin and that didn't make him back down or intimidate him, on the contrary. He wanted to erase all the bad experiences from your mind and show you how life could be something good, and that sex was special and good when done with someone who cares about you. Not that he had much of that. In recent years Stephen only had one-night stands with women he couldn't even remember the names and which only served to increase his loneliness. But he had someone he cared about once, who sex was something special, so he knew what he was talking about.

"Can we do more…now?" You asked and he sighed in relief realizing that you hadn't been even more traumatized by his onslaught.

He smirked "Call me old-fashioned, but I'd rather take you to dinner with me first, far away from here."

"Like on a date?"

"Precisely on a date"

Your smile widened even more "I would love that"

"Tomorrow at 8pm?"

"Tomorrow is Friday, I have a spell class at 7pm"

Stephen smirked "And who is your teacher?"

"You"

"Well, consider yourself released from tomorrow's class. You are much more advanced than your class anyway. I'll ask another Master to administer the class and we can go."

He got up to go and you took his hand "Stephen... thank you"

"For kissing you?"

"For being you. For everything"

He took a step towards you and leaned down and just when you thought he was going to kiss you again he planted a long lingering kiss on your forehead and somehow it felt as intimate as the first kiss. "See you tomorrow, Baby. Try to sleep, okay?"

You nodded.

"And put that book away or I'll tell Wong"

…

You couldn't sleep a wink at night, but this time it wasn't because you were thinking about all the horrible things that had happened to you, you were thinking about Stephen. That charming, educated, extremely intelligent and handsome man. Above all Stephen was beautiful. Maybe it was probably the full beard that adorned those high cheekbones, but then there was also the hair. That always perfect ponytail, with strands of silver hair that somehow made those blue oceanic eyes stand out even more. You realized you've never seen Stephen with his hair down...

You gave up trying to sleep and got up around 5am and went to the kitchen to make some tea. You imagined that the kitchen would be empty at that time, but you found Wong doing the same thing you intended to do.

"Couldn't sleep either?" The Sorcerer Supreme asked.

You grimaced as you sat down and accepted the cup of tea that Wong handed you. "Too much on my mind I guess"

He stared at you as if he could read your mind and then he smiled to himself going back to making tea for himself now " I always wondered how long it would take for you and Strange to get it right"

You looked at him confused and your face turned slightly red. "What do you mean?"

"The walls have ears and eyes here, y/n, and they all work for me."

You sipped your tea "I think everyone should mind their own business instead of spying on others." You paused for a second "With all due respect, sir"

Wong pretended he didn't hear what you said and just continued talking as if he was talking more to himself than to you. "At 22 you have exceeded all my expectations, just as the Ancient One predicted. Stephen is also progressing fast, I believe he will take over as Sorcerer Supreme in less than three months. It is good that you have each other, the universe needs protection and Stephen needs your support."

You sighed "Right now I need him more than the other way around"

Wong shook his head, sipping his tea "Destiny's plans can be difficult to understand, but I never doubted the Ancient One's prophecies."

You choked on your tea "Did she make a prophecy about me and Stephen?"

Wong just smiled and left the kitchen with his cup of tea in hand.

…

You spent the day between one class and another and your free time hiding in the library, Stephen was busy and you constantly looked at the clock counting the minutes to finally see him again. The things Wong said in the morning kept coming to your head and didn't help much and you were anxious and nervous for what was to come, but most of all, you were feeling good. It was as if Stephen had the power to take all your negative thoughts and turn them into expectation, an opportunity for something inexplicable.

You finished your last class at 6:30pm and instead of heading to your last class of the day as you normally would, you went up to your room and took a shower to get rid of the Kathmandu heat, but mostly to clear your head. When you got out of the shower and sat on the bed distractedly combing your wet hair, you saw a small piece of paper folded on top of your bedside table. You recognized Stephen's handwriting.

MEET ME AT THE NY SANCTUM AT 8PM. STEPHEN

You smiled, staring at the note in your hands and dedicate yourself to drying your hair and curling it and then finding a suitable outfit for your date. It would help if you knew what exactly Stephen had in mind. In the end, you ended up opting for a short pink dress.

…

Stephen heard the sound of a portal opening. He remembered perfectly the first time you opened a portal, you were so young, you must have been fourteen at the time. He pushed the thought away before he started to feel old and dirty.

He finished lighting the last candle on the table he had carefully set for the two of you. A smile played over his lips as he heard the sound of heels clicking against the hardwood floor in the foyer. He snapped his fingers getting rid of the apron he was wearing so as not to soil the impeccable suit he chose to wear that night, his hair was tied tightly in a ponytail.

He was getting to you when he heard your voice calling to him in a bit of confusion and when he finally saw you his heart sped up in his chest. You were beautiful. He was so used to seeing you in student robes, your hair always tied back. That night you were wearing a pink dress and heels and your hair was curled carefully, curls falling to the middle of your back. You took your time getting ready for him.

"Stephen..." You looked at him with owe. You were also just used to seeing him in his black and red robes. He walked over to you and touched your face which immediately turned pink "You look beautiful, Y/n. I hope you had a productive day."

You shrugged "Not much to be honest, I couldn't stop thinking about you" You looked away when you realized what you said and then tried to correct yourself "I mean... in the things you said to me yesterday". It didn't make much difference.

He nodded extending his hand to you and you held it tight "Come with me"

You followed him a little confused, in your head you were going out to dinner or something, but instead he led you into the Sanctum. You only understood when you arrived in the dining room lit by candlelight, the table set beautifully.

"I figured you wouldn't mind having dinner with me here at the Sanctum rather than going anywhere else" He explained "I opted for the privacy and intimacy of just the two of us and no one else to interrupt us"

Your mouth went agape and the words seemed to fly through the window of your mind. He pulled the chair for you to sit in and with a pompous gesture of his fingers filled your glass with red wine. He sat down and did the same with his own. "I hope you're hungry, I cooked your favorite dish"

If you hadn't been sitting down you probably would have fallen over, you could feel your legs go weak with every gesture, every word, damn it, just Stephen's surreal beauty was enough to put you in that state, but the reality of the whole thing, being there and understanding that this was really happening and wasn't just a dream was enough to render you speechless.

He sipped his wine in silence and you finally found your voice "Did you cook for me?" He smiled "Yes I did"

You took a long drink of your wine "I didn't know you could cook"

He smirked and with a flick of his fingers your plates materialized in front of you.

The delicious smell of the food made you salivate. "There are so many things you don't know about me, you'd be surprised"

You smile shyly "I'm already surprised, but go ahead, surprise me more"

"First you are going to taste your food and tell me what you think." You did as he asked and oh my god it was perfect, you couldn't remember the last time you had such delicious food. "It's perfect, delicious. I wonder how you knew this was my favorite dish..."

He finally allowed himself a taste of his food and then dabbed his lips gracefully on his napkin before answering. He was so…elegant. That was the word you would use to describe Defender Strange.

"The secret is never to use magic to rush things. Food needs time to cook, its own time. And the answer to your question... I may have used my magic to find out."

You felt your face hitting up "You read my mind"

He chuckled "No, I didn't. I would never do such a thing. I asked a few people, that’s all."

You nodded "But if you wanted to, could you?"

"Read your mind? Yes. There are some spells that are used to interrogate people."

"I did not know that"

"Although you are extremely advanced, there are many things you still don't know, but I will be happy to teach them to you."

You couldn't define whether or not the double meaning you caught in those words was intentional, but your cheeks grew even pinker and tried to hide it.

"You won't have anough time to keep teaching once you become the Sorcerer Supreme. You already don't spend as much time at the Kamar Taj as you were used to since you created The Defenders"

Stephen shook his head "I know. But I promise I will always find time for you. Always."

You smiled happily and took another mouthful of food and sipped your wine "I ran into Wong this morning and he mentioned something that got me thinking about the Ancient One making a prophecy about you and me."

Stephen just smiled, but you insisted "Did you know that? Did you always know?"

He sighed and extended his hand across the table to you. You put your hand over his, his hands were so warm and you knew he was using a spell to keep them steady while he was eating.

"It's not a prophecy, it's just a statement she made." He seemed uncomfortable but continued "The Ancient One knew a lot about the multiverse, she could see through realities, she told me that the first time I was at Kamar Taj. She knew me even before we met for the first time and I bet that was the same with you."

"What did she see?" You asked, your voice just a whisper.

"She saw us together in all the universes. Different versions of us living together and in the few universes where we didn't, for one reason or another, there was only pain and suffering for the two of us. She realized that at some point we would be together because it is just as the universe predestined."

You were silent and Stephen sighed heavily. He didn't want to say that to you. Damn Wong and his huge mouth. "I never believed that, I don't want you to think I'm doing this because of a stupid prophecy..."

"I think it's beautiful, romantic. I remember when I arrived at Kamar Taj, I always felt a connection with you. You were my favorite teacher. It was innocent but I had a crush on you. I thought at first it was just because I thought you were beautiful, but it was more than that. You became my best friend there and…”

Stephen was surprised by your reaction. He thought it would push you away from him, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. "And..."

"It feels right. My whole life things have always been wrong, felt wrong, but not this, not you. You feel right"

He got close enough to kiss your lips, just a touch of lips and then you both smiled shyly

"You still haven't told me about the things you know how to do. Come on, surprise me, Master Strange"

He gave a short giggle amused by you "I can speak six different languages, seven including Sanskrit"

You tried to show how impressed you were, so you smirked "Everyone at Kamar Taj can read Sanskrit, Wong forces us with those books and Google translator only helps so much..."

"Eres la mujer más hermosa y encantadora que he tenido el placer de conocer."

You smiled confused but delighted to hear him "What does that mean..."

"That you are the most beautiful and charming woman I've had the pleasure of meeting. In Spanish. I could repeat it in Portuguese, French, Italian, German..."

You stopped him by pulling him to your lips and this time he kissed you passionately. You only stopped to breathe.

"You did it" You confessed "I'm surprised and delighted."

"Trust me Baby, I'm just getting started"

…

You were in his room. His room in the Sanctum of NY was big, heavy and dark curtains, shelves of books in one corner, wardrobe in another and the bed in the middle. His bed was big, a four poster bed, it was so elegant and just looking at it made your face blush.

"Who cleans all this up?" It was the first thing that crossed your mind to say to break the silence once you knew he was standing there watching and analyzing you. He chuckled "We try to keep it clean as much as possible, there are spells that help but we have some people that come here to clean from time to time"

You shook your head walking decidedly towards his bed and sitting at its feet. The mattress was soft, but not too soft, but the duvet that covered the bed was extremely soft and comfortable. You caressed it with your hands. "Much better than our beds at Kamar Taj, don't you think? Although now that you're going to become Sorcerer Supreme, maybe you got a better room there."

He shook his head, smirking "I certainly don't. My room has been the same for years and it's identical to everyone else's, you're welcome to see it whenever you want... I mean, if you want."

You held out your hand for him to come closer and he did, walking slowly towards you until he was towering over you, the scent of his perfume was making you intoxicated. He put his palm up and you placed your hand in his, he touched your face with his other hand, the touch was rough on your soft skin but it was warm and comforting.

You closed your eyes in delight in that shaky touch and barely noticed when he lowered so that your faces were at the same height and then kissed your lips lightly. You wrapped your arm around his neck and deepened the kiss keeping him close to you and even when your lips parted to breathe he stayed there so close you could feel his warm breath.

He got up and pulled you up too and turned your back to him gently. His hands struggled to undo the clasp on your dress, but he managed and then zipped it down to your ass. He did it slowly and as he did he brought his lips to your ear and spoke so low it was almost a whisper, but firm and sensual "I will not ask permission for anything I'll do to you tonight, but if you need to stop just tell me, is that ok?"

Your skin crawled and your voice sounded shakier than you expected "Okay"

He threaded the straps of the dress through your arms and then pulled it down to the ground at your feet. You could almost hear him smirking looking at the lingerie set you chose for him. Black and red, with lace.

"Is that all for me?" He asked again with that baritone voice in your ear. You nodded biting your lip when you felt his fingers playing with the strap of your bra. He still hadn't done anything to you and yet you felt like you were melting.

"Then let me have a good look" He asked and you turned to face him. He bent down, pushing the dress off your feet, but made sure to keep your heels on. He get up again and touched your breast lightly with the back of his hand and the bra did little to hide how quickly your nipple hardened at the slightest touch of his. "You're beautiful, did you know that? Has anyone ever told you that?"

You shook your head no.

"But you believe me, don't you? You're beautiful." He said again. His blue eyes locked with yours to make sure there was no doubt that he was telling the truth. You nodded shyly and without holding back cupped his face in your hand, he leaned his face towards your hand and that gesture was enough to pull a sigh from your lips. "I always thought you were so handsome, I never had the heart to say it, but I'm sure you've heard that from many women."

He shook his head, "Baby, it's been a long time since I've been with a woman long enough for her to even bother saying something like that to me."

You understood what he meant. Even if you didn't understand, people spoke. At the Kamar Taj there was a lot of talk about Stephen and his relationship with women. He never stayed with a woman more than one night and according to some he always had a different woman in bed. Not that you would judge him for that, but that fact alone was enough to prove your point. Women only got into it because he was handsome, but more than that, Defender Strange was gorgeous.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" He asked pulling you out of your reverie and only then did you notice that your hand was now in his hair. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything"

You ran your fingers up to his hair tie "May I? I realized I've never seen you with your hair down." He sighed nodding "Nobody ever sees it, but of course you can."

You pulled the hair tie slowly and his hair fell loose like a soft curtain just below his shoulder length. The silver locks adorning his face perfectly. "Should keep it that way"

He chuckled dryly disagreeing "It doesn't help much in a fight, especially if you have physical combat." You were forced to agree. "Promise you'll let me see you like this more often?"

He smirked as your hands caressed the soft strands of hair "I don't know, are we going to have more moments like this?" Without thinking too much you nodded vehemently causing his smirk to turn into a grin "Baby, I haven't even touched you yet. As far as I know I could be a big disappointment."

You shook your head "I know you won’t"

He kissed you now with more ferocity, more tongue, more spit. A wet, tempting kiss. Before you could contain it, a soft moan escaped your lips.

"As much as I love this lingerie set..." He ran his arms around your body looking for the clasp on your bra and then unclasping it. "I want to see you completely bare to burn the image in my brain and replace the one I've imagined so many times alone at night in this room."

You felt your face turn red, not only because of the fact that he took off your bra and left you naked from the waist up, but because of what he just revealed to you. Stephen thought about you at night, imagined you naked, what else did he do in those moments, you wondered.

He touched your tit lightly trapping one nipple between his middle and index fingers and without holding back he took the other one to his lips and you moaned in surprise this time louder. He took the other in his mouth sucking lightly and then he moved his lips down your belly and as he did he knelt before you, his hands on the waistband of your panties. He pulled it down to your feet and reached down to remove your heels, first one then the other and then you were completely naked and he was kneeling before you with a look of owe on his face.

"Stephen... it's my turn"

He got up "What's fair is fair." He replied.

You attacked him as soon as you had his permission, getting rid of the coat, untieing his tie and then unbuttoning his shirt and without holding back your lips were on his neck, kissing him and sucking on his skin. You didn't know where that desire came from, but you needed to have him right away.

"Fuck, baby..." He took your hand from his chest and brought it to his hip where his bulge was waiting for you. "Feel what you do to me"

You palmed his cock "You feel so big."

He smirked with the surprise in your voice "Haven't you ever imagined me naked?" You bit your lip "I tried not to, but sometimes I did."

He unbuttoned his pants and kicked his shoes away and without waiting time got rid of the pants and boxers he was wearing. Your eyes widened when you saw the size of it. "Isn't it what you imagined?"

You wrapped your hand around him and oh my god he was hard and warm and was pulsing already just for you.

"My imagination didn't do you justice." He groaned softly as you tightened your hand around him giving a little more pressure and then moved up and down. He was wrong about you, you were nothing like a virgin, you just needed a real fucking man to take care of you.

"Can I put it in my mouth?" You asked and he grinned satisfied "Yes you can, but I'm going to taste you first."

You stared at him in surprise as if he had said something absurd. "What’s wrong baby? You don’t like it? I won’t do it if you don’t want it."

You shook your head "It's not that, it's just..." You were blushing so fucking hard. Somehow him saying he was going down on you made you blush more than when you asked to give him a blow job. The reason was obvious.

"Nobody's ever done that to you, right? You don’t even know how it feels, how can you tell if you like it or not?" He kissed your lips, your hand was still wrapped in his cock, but it was still.

He took your hand and walked around the bed and laid you down gently on the soft duvet, your head comfortably resting on the pile of pillows. He came on top of you, but his lips moved down your neck, your tits, your belly, then he stared into your eyes and continued down until his lips were between your legs.

He took a long, wet lick all over your slit which made you moan in surprise and automatically close your legs trapping his head with your thighs. He chuckled with your response. He wrapped his arms around both of your thighs opening them "Keep them open for me, okay?"

You nodded.

He turned his attention to your pretty pussy. Licking the folds gently, teasing his tongue at your entrance. He hadn't even touched your clit yet and you were already moaning, your entire body shaking with the sensation, your hands gripping his hair and pulling at it sometimes painfully and it surprised him how arousing it felt somehow. He didn't want you to stop and he couldn't wait to see your reaction when he took your clit into his mouth and sucked on it just like that. You went back to pulling his hair now with more force and he groaned satisfied.

"Oh my god Stephen it feels so good"

He put two fingers slowly inside you analyzing your reaction and grinning to himself when he felt you contracting around them, your pussy fluttering so nicely in his fingers and when he added that to the suction on your clit you moaned so loud, it was almost a cry. "Stephen... I think I'm gonna cum." He didn't stop to answer, he didn't want the sensation to leave you for even a second, instead he curled his fingers to precisely reach a spot where he knew no other man had ever reached in you. And as quickly as he found it, you came. Hard. Loud. Wet. It was delicious. To bring you to that state knowing that he was the first to make you come so fucking hard like that just with his mouth and fingers was so powerful.

You were slowly coming back from your high still stunned by the surprise of the strength of your orgasm. You've never come so hard, no one has ever made you come before and to be honest what you do alone in your room at Kamar Taj was nothing compared to what Stephen just did and the result you get doing it by yourself couldn't even be compared to what you felt just now .

He came slowly leaving a trail of kisses on the way up and then he smiled at you pleased with himself, but he seemed so much more pleased for you, for giving you pleasure. You. For the first time in your life you felt that you were the protagonist of it. Stephen was there to give you pleasure and most important, somehow you knew he took pleasure in what he was doing. He took pleasure in giving pleasure. That was inconceivable for you who never had love before, never had a real man before, but it felt so right.

Stephen frowned when he saw that you had tears in your eyes "You're okay? We don't need to go on if you don't want to. I'm glad I pleasured you" Somehow those words made you cry even more, but at the same time you were smiling so happily.

"Baby, tell me you're okay." He asked worried.

You nodded "I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was crying. Everything felt so intense. I think I am just overwhelmed.”

He shook his head "But it's a good thing, right? Because it felt like you were enjoying it very much." You agreed and pulled him to your lips kissing him soft but there was an urgency in your kiss and then he rested his forehead on yours "No man has ever made me feel so good, Stephen. This that you just did was the most wonderful thing I've ever had and I didn't know sex could feel so good. I think that's why I'm crying, damn it, I need to stop, I'm ruining the moment."

He smiled at you reassuring "It’s okay baby, I don’t mind, I am happy for you. That’s what I promised you, wasn't it?"

You nodded "I want to do the same for you." Your hand got between you, and you wrapped it around his cock stroking him nice and steady making him moan softly

"You're already doing it. Oh fuck baby, if I let you keep stroking me like that I wont last. Its too good."

Stephen was angry with himself. He hadn't had sex in a good few weeks, he couldn't even remember the last time he jerked off, what did he expect? He should have relieved himself first to last longer for you. Although once he came he would soon be ready to continue. For his age, Stephen had a lot of stamina, but how to say that to you? If you asked him to fuck you right now he couldn't help but being a big disappointment.

"Stephen… tell me what you want."

He groaned as you increased the speed with which you stroke him. "Baby I want to cum so badly. I promise I will get ready for you right away, but right now I just need to cum."

You nodded "Like this?" You asked and he nodded leaning his forehead on yours "Exactly like that, please baby don’t stop, say I can cum"

You moaned satisfied to see him lost in his own pleasure like that "Yes Stephen, you can cum, cum in my hand, show me how much I make you feel good."

You didn't have to say it twice. His dick was throbbing and pulsing so hard. He groaned loudly burying his face in the crook of your neck and you felt hot cum spurting all over your belly, dripping through your fingers. You didn't stop stroke him until he spilled the last drop. His heavy breathing made your entire body shiver.

"Is it too soon to say that I love you? Since the Ancient One has already foreseen all of this? I wonder if she has seen it all, I mean, until this moment..."

Stephen chuckled and then kissed you "I really hope not. It would be weird, don't you think?"

You giggled and he smirked standing up.

"Where you're going?" You complained automatically when he walked off towards what you assumed was the bathroom. He only took a minute and then he came back with a damp towel and started to clean you up.

He got rid of the towel and went back to bed and you clung to him like a koala, one of your hands firm on his waist and the other stroking his hair. Stephen realized how much he liked when you did that. It went against everything he knew about himself, usually he never let anyone touch his hair, but you, you were different, he should have known.

"Can I tell you something?" You asked after a minute of comfortable silence. He nodded "Anything. I am your best friend, remember? This don’t change that"

You nodded with a smile and then went back to being serious "I've never had an orgasm with a man before. I thought this was a problem I had, you know, physically, so I faked it."

Stephen caressed your face "I know there's nothing wrong with you. Now you need to understand that cuming like you did, here..." He took his hand between your legs and gently touched your clit ".. .It's a lot easier than cuming with penetration, but I'm up for the challenge, baby."

He circled your clit with his fingers lightly and you felt that electricity coursing through your body again. You still wanted him, you weren't sated and he wasn't either because you could see he was already half hard again.

You hummed reaching for his lips. "I like that"

He kissed you intensely "What?" He asked.

"The way you call me... baby."

Stephen barely realized he was doing it, much less could say where it came from. "I've always called you that, haven't I?"

You shook your head "Not really, it started yesterday."

He sighed, lowering his lips to your neck, his fingers playing with your clit managed to elicit a loud moan from your lips "I'm glad you like it because from now on you will be my baby, I will love you, and take care of you and I will make sure you cum over and over again in my mouth, in my fingers..." He reached down and thrust two fingers inside you, the sound of his fingers in and out of your totally soaked pussy was obscene and delicious. "...but especially on my cock and you'll never have to fake it again, because you will have plenty of the real thing."

You moaned pulling him to your lips and you so wanted to believe he meant every word he said.

You could feel another orgasm welling up in the pit of your stomach, but just as fast as it came it died when Stephen pulled his fingers out of you.

You whimpered and he chuckled "I know baby, but I'd rather have you cuming around my cock this time."

You nodded and before you could say anything he took your hand and led it to his cock. He was already hard again, not as hard as before, but you were impressed. "You are ready already, Hugh used to take a lot of time to get ready."

Stephen grimaced "Let's make a deal, don't compare me to that idiot."

"I am sorry" You replied shyly "It's pretty much the only reference I have."

Stephen agreed sighing heavily as you wrapped your hand around him and started to move up and down slowly. "I'll be your only reference now, okay?" You smile satisfied. The idea of having Stephen not just for one night, but for something more serious appealed to you in many ways, but you realized that the most important thing was that you felt safe around him.

"Baby can I have your mouth now?"

You nodded vehemently, you wanted to please him, you wanted to surprise him with the one thing you knew exactly how to do when it came to pleasing a man. After all, you lost count of how many times Hugh came in your mouth, but of course you didn't say that to Stephen.

You knelt between his legs and he settled back into the pillows, but as soon as you reached down and looked directly at his cock you lost confidence. There was no way it would fit in your mouth, at least not whole. But you did as you knew, you licked the tip getting the salty taste of his precum and put the tip in your mouth bobbing your head up and down, going just a little below the tip but striving to get more of him each time you went down. .

Stephen moaned loudly satisfied with the pleasure you gave him, he took his hand to your head and held your hair to have a good view and you waited for him to push your head down, but he never did. He just left his hand there and when you risked looking at him, he had his eyes closed and his head lolling back totally in pleasure. "Oh my god baby, you have no idea how many times I've dreamed of this. Definitely more times than I care to admit."

You felt your chest swell with that revelation and moved by the desire to satisfy him, you committed yourself to going all the way to the bottom, putting it in your mouth as much as you could until your nose touched his pubic bone. He groaned in satisfaction and you felt his cock throbbing violently in your throat which made you gag around it shamefully, tears streaming down your face. Stephen opened his eyes when you took him out of your mouth

"I'm sorry... you're... too big" You said shyly

He caressed your face wiping away the tears with his thumb "Its okay, no need to take all of it. It was already really good before. Don’t push too hard on yourself."

You nodded and he motioned with his hand for you to come closer and you sustained yourself on both hands crawling over him. He wrapped an arm around you and cupped your face "Come here, kiss me" You kissed him ardently and he moaned on your lips "Fuck, your little mouth felt so good on my cock."

"I want you to fuck me" You buried your face in the crook of his neck to muffle your own words. You weren't used to verbalizing your wishes, but with Stephen you felt like you could.

He put his hand between you, the tip of it rubbing your folds and then he directed his cock at your entrance "You just got one thing wrong, I wont fuck you,baby, I will make love to you."

Your body responded to him automatically, your hips lowering as you took inch by inch in. He felt so big inside you, but you took it all at once and you felt so proud of yourself for that. He waited for you to settle around him, but instead of starting to thrust, he held your waist gently squeezing "Move baby, ride me"

You've never been in that position before and didn't know exactly how to do it, but you mimicked the movements you already knew by moving up and down slowly and then increasing your pace.

Stephen moaned loudly, jaw clenched, eyes closed. You felt so good, so tight, your little walls clenching around him.

You rested both hands on his chest for balance and increased the pace, the silent room was flooded with the wet sound of his cock moving in and out of your pussy and your heavy breaths and moans followed by the sweet nothings that escaped Stephen's lips. His husky voice cracked with pleasure, dripping with honey. "Just like that baby, you're doing so well, taking me so good inside you. you feel amazing, your sweet pussy it’s so wet and nice..."

Stephen could feel your walls fluttering around him and couldn't help but smile to himself, satisfied with keeping the promises he made. You were about to cum again, this time on his cock. He knew that once he had cum, he wouldn't come again so quickly, but he didn't care, he wanted to see you cuming again. That was his goal that night, to pleasure you over and over.

"You're doing amazing baby, I can feel your pussy getting tighter. You're gonna cum for me?"

You couldn't respond, you were too wrapped up in all the sensations in your body. You've never felt so much pleasure from penetration before and as incredible as it seemed you felt like you were one step away from cuming but you didn't know how to get there and you wanted it, god you wanted it so badly "Stephen please, make me cum"

He smirked satisfied "I'm your teacher, remember? I'll teach you how to get there by yourself."

The grip of his hands on your waist tightened "Relax your body for me, let me move you." You did as he asked and Stephen started to move you back and forth and at the same time he forced your hip down allowing his pubic bone and hair to provide you delicious friction on your clit. You moaned loudly. It was as if an electric current was running through your entire body. "You see, its better this way, isn't it?"

You couldn't answer so you just nodded your head yes, your eyes were closed, your head lolled back "Now do it by yourself, at your pace" He instructed you.

The moment he let go of your waist and his hands lazily descended to your thighs you took control moving exactly as he taught you only much faster and harder as your breathing grew more ragged, your moans louder.

"Oh my god Stephen I am gonna cum..."

He didn't even have time to respond. Your entire body convulsed over his, your pussy squeezing him so tightly he couldn't contain a groan himself. His arms supported your body as you came down from your high collapsing onto his chest. He hold you tight in his arms, with the other hand he brushed the hair from your face and kissed your forehead affectionately.

"You're okay?"

"uh hm"

"You did it so well, I am so proud of you."

You hummed again looking for his lips and when you kissed him with such intensity, he felt his cock pulsing inside you so hard that it was impossible for you not to feel it too. And as you were you, you giggled "Oh you need to cum too"

He couldn't contain the cocky smirk that rose to his lips. "Yeah, it would be amazing. Do you think I deserve it?"

You lifted your head facing him and pretended to think about it "Yeah, I think you do."

"Right? Only now I'm going to come inside you. Is that okay? You're in birth control, right?"

"Now you're asking?" You scolded him.

He sighed and in a second he turned you, your back on the mattress and with his hand went back inside you "I'm a doctor, I know what I am doing. Now answer my question so I know if I should cum in or out."

You moaned as he thrust against you, even though you had just come your body still seemed to react to him. "In"

He chuckled "That wasn't the question" He thrust again, this time a little harder.

You nodded trying to think clearly "I am in birth control"

"That’s great, baby"

Stephen kissed you ardently as he thrust against you in a slow, rhythmic way, it was different, sensual and while he did it the most beautiful sounds you've ever heard escaped through his lips and made your chest swell with a newfound passion and a love that somehow you always knew it was there.

You touched his face, brushing away the lock of hair that fell over his eyes. He groaned softly turning his face to kiss your hand. You were sated, more than that, your body felt like jelly beneath him and even though each slow, rhythmic thrust had your walls contracting around him you doubted you'd ever be able to cum again and you didn't care, now all that mattered was his pleasure, his moans and grunts, his sweaty body over yours as he leaned on one hand, the other gripping the headboard, while his mouth never seemed to get enough of you, kissing, sucking and biting every bit of skin and flesh that he achieved while looking for his high, for his own pleasure now and even if that was the only thing you recognized as sex, with Stephen it was different. You didn't feel like you were being used, at least not in that way, the wrong way. With Stephen you felt loved.

You noticed when his breathing got more ragged, the thrusts lost rhythm and his moans got louder, he was being so loud and you loved it.

"Fuck baby you feel so good, I wanna cum so deep inside you, mark you as mine, tell me I can."

You couldn't hide your smirk while remembering what he said earlier.

"I thought you weren't going to ask permission tonight."

He bit his lower lip "It's more pleasurable than I imagined." He seemed to think for a second "You know what, pull my hair"

You stared at him not sure you understood "You... really?"

He thrusted hard "Please baby, do it, do it now and talk to me, tell me I can cum"

You threaded your fingers in his hair and pulled as hard as you could, his head lolling back and you could feel his cock throbbing violently inside you in response "Cum for me, Stephen, you can cum, please... cum inside me."

Stephen groaned loudly when you pulled his hair again and then with one last thrust he spurted his load inside you. It felt so warm and nice to have it all filling you up.

Stephen's hands gave up and he collapsed on top of you, crushing you with his weight for a second before he propped himself up on his elbows, but his face was in the crook of your neck "I love you baby, I guess I always did. You have no idea how hard it was for me to see you with him."

He confessed finally looking at you. There was a sparkle in his eyes that you've never seen before.

You kissed him tenderly "I am here now with you, that's all that matters.

He smiled lazily, gave you a quick kiss on the forehead and stood up. He came back a minute later dressed in sweatpants and a towel in hand, he cleaned you up slowly, carefully and patiently and before you could protest, he used his magic to heal the hickeys and bite marks he left on your neck. When he finished, he got rid of the dirty towel and went to the wardrobe where he grabbed a shirt and handed it to you.

You smiled shyly, but put on the T-shirt.

"I'm going down stairs to make sure everything is in order. Do you want anything?" He asked

"Water"

You lay down next to him, your head on his shoulder, your arm around his waist.

He nodded and left the room leaving you alone with your thoughts. Did that really happen? Was this really happening? Did you just had sex and were really going to sleep with Defender Strange?

Before you could come to any conclusion he returned with the glass of water you asked for and handed it to you. You drank it all quickly and put the glass on the bedside table. Stephen was already lying beside you, his arm outstretched for you to snuggle close to him.

"Stephen..." You called him breaking the silence.

"Hm"

"Did you mean it?"

He stared at you without understand

"We are really together, I mean, like a couple? Is that what you meant when you said I'm yours?"

He smiled reassuring and placed a tender kiss on your lips "Yes, baby."

You bit your lip, still not convinced.

"What’s wrong?" He asked

"It's just that it's hard for me to believe something a man says while having sex... that's why I need to know if you mean it."

"Y/n..." He touched your face affectionately and then sighed "I love you. That thing I said about not believing what the Ancient One predicted? Bullshit. I know it’s true. I think I've loved you since the first time I saw you and yes, I know it's sounds creepy, but I didn't see you that way back then. I always had a lot of affection for you, but I fell in love with you when I realized what a beautiful woman you had become."

He shook his head like he was mad he couldn't find the right words to explain and was afraid you'd get it all wrong. "What I mean by all this is that I mean it. We are together and I want everybody know that you are mine."

You were silent for a minute and the next thing you knew your hand was in his hair, absentmindedly twirling a strand around your index finger.

"I love you too. I guess I always did" You cooed. "You make me feel normal and special at the same time. What we did, it was... I really enjoyed it."

Stephen shook his head "I'm glad you did." He sighed melting with the way you played with his hair. He was still amazed that he had made so many discoveries about himself that night. He who thought he knew everything was surprised by the way he took pleasure in submitting to you. Slightly, but that's what he did. He wondered how far he could take this and was excited by the idea of being yours.

"Are we going to talk about the 'pull my hair' thing?" You asked suddenly and although your voice had a sleepy tone, he could almost listen to the smirk on your lips. Stephen chuckled dryly "Not much to talk about. It's as new to me as it was to you"

You lifted your head, staring at him. "So you've never done this?" He shook his head, feeling the smooth movement of your fingers in his hair. "I just like this so much..."

You seemed to understand what he was talking about because you moved your fingers to his scalp stroking and eliciting a low moan from his lips that almost sounded like a purr. "Like this?"

"Uh hm" He hummed holding you tighter in his arms. You seemed to enjoy having him under your control. He enjoyed it, he was sure he did. "I do, baby, I like it very much."

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