#stephen strange request

[creamecafe]

Hii!! Can you do one for Stephen where he found out he and the reader are married in several words thanks to America, and the two of you are pining for each other until he accidentally reveals he’s truly in love with you? Thank you!! <33

I Know I'd Go Back to You

Summary: Stephen has always loved you and you with him from the start. But you both ended things on short notice. Until America reveals you both are together in different worlds in the multiverse, will Stephen take the risk to let it happen in his universe?

Pairing: Stephen Strange x GN!Reader

Word Count: ???

Warnings: none just fluff, pining, a bit of angst, flashbacks, heartbreak, deja vu to palmerstrange 🥲

Author's Note: I'm literally so sorry @smokeywhalee that this literally almost took 2 years. But here it is, FINALLYY! Hope you enjoy

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Life was normal for neurosurgeon, Doctor Stephen Strange and for you too. You both met in college in New York, he was studying to be a doctor and you were studying to be a lawyer. 

Despite your guys' different classes times and different career choices, both of you had a unexplainable attraction to each other. You started off as friends, Stephen would walk you to your class or you would walk out during the four seasons.

But both of you knew you wanted something more. It wasn't until in March 2013 that Stephen asked you to be his partner. He was a nervous wreck, worried that he would ruin the friendship, you both have. But you said yes. Now being with you is the best thing to happen and to occupy his life happily besides being a neurosurgeon.

You would wait for him after work to drive home and spend time together. He would also love to take you on expensive and fancy dates, because he always wanted the best for you. Life was going great for the both of you. 

Until February 2, 2016 came. The day of Stephen got into a car crash. You were waiting for him in the restaurant with the reservation you guys both made 5 months in advance. 

10 minutes had passed and you started to become worried. You knew he wasn't the type of guy to stood you up or leave you hanging. It was until you got a call from the hospital Stephen works at. You picked it up

"Hello?" Your voice shaking nervousily

"Hello, is this Y/N?" 

"Yes it is"

"I'm sorry to inform you that Stephen Strange has been in a car crash and is in critical need."

Your heart stopped. You couldn't believe this was happening. Stephen gotten into a car crash. 

"Oh-oh my God. Is he ok?" Your voice got higher and shaking even more

"We're trying to take care of him right now and get him under care as immediate as possible."

"I'm on my way, please tell him that."

"Will do, sorry to tell you the news."

Grabbing your coat, you wasted no time leaving the restaurant. You explained to the waitress you have to leave to a emergency. You called out a taxi and asked to go to Metropolitan General Hospital." 

7 minutes passed with traffic in the way. You ran to the front desk and asked to see Stephen Strange, saying you were his partner. The lady in the front told you that he's in surgery and won't be conscious in another day or two. You were willing to wait those days, just to make sure he was still alive. You took a seat in the waiting room, hoping and praying Stephen would be ok. The anxiety was eating away of how bad his condition could be. Soon enough, you fell asleep until the next day.

You take a look at your phone and see it's 5am of February 3, 2016. You go to buy yourself a snack fron the vending machine as you missed your dinner from the restaurant you and Stephen were supposed to be. You waited and bought 2 more snacks to keep yourself awake. 

"Y/N L/N?" 

Your head raised to who was calling you. 

"Y/N L/N?" 

Ahead of you see a lady in a white coat and scrubs with a clipboard call your name.

"That's me." You raise your hand.

"You can see Stephen now."

Your heart beat gladly. It must be a sign he's still alive, probably the not best condition but you're glad he's still alive. 

You go to him room and see him in bed. His right eye is swollen and both of his hand are raised up supported by strings and 11 stainless steel pins to support his nerves. He was sleeping. You quietly thanked the nurse. 

You sat by him and waited till he woke up. 25 minutes have passed and he did. 

You held his shoulder gently until he was fully conscious. 

"Hey, hey. It's me Y/N. It's going to be ok." 

Stephen looks at you and looks at his hands. 

"What did they do?"

You explained everything that the doctor told you and how long he was in surgery, the same time you waited for him to make sure he was well.

He repeated the same words "What they did do?" Can't believing what his eyes are seeing. 

The next past few days you stayed by his side to make sure he was well. You were by his side in therapy, helped him shaved supporting him along the way. 

But his attitude didn't change of bitter he had become. And he definitely didn't show appreciation for you either. You went into his apartment to drop off the groceries you bought for him. He was upset due to a meeting regarding a procedure in Tokyo. He was going on he needs a loan of at least $200,000. 

You tried to tell him it's best for him to stop as this was having so much control over him, especially his condition. He explains that no matter how much therapy he receives, he's not getting any better, can't get back to the way he was before.

You explain to him that there other things that can give his life meaning. 

"Like what? Like you?" He snapped back at you.

You were shocked. He never spoken to you in a matter like this before. No matter how cocky he could be, he knew better than to talk to you in a way that he knew could hurt you.

"This is the part where you apologize."

"This is the part where you leave." 

That's when it hit you, he really changed. He wasn't the same boy who would walk you to class or always compliment your outfits. He was still Stephen, but not the Stephen you have loved for 3 years. 

You try to talk to him, but he still had this fire coming out of his voice, like daggers stabbing.

"You just care so much, don't you?" Stephen yelled.

"Goodbye Stephen." You went ran out the door and slammed it behind you. You went to your car and started driving to your place. But you couldn't hold it in anymore. You were crying, sobbing. You didn't want things to end this way, but you can't bear to see Stephen this way or the way hes treating you. 

A year pass and you're going on in your normal life. That's when Stephen makes a portal to where you are. You are scared and shocked. But also confused to what he's wearing. He apologizes everything to you and the way he treated you. You accept it but didn't feel ready to get back with him. Stephen accepts and leaves you be, taking on protecting the world as new priority. He's just at hurt as you a year ago with breaking up with you. But he knows he must move on. 

In 2018 the blip happens and you disappear, so does Stephen Strange. 5 years later you come back and you try to get your life back to normal. Stephen tried to do the same but couldn't stop thinking of you still. 

Later on, he meets a teenage girl named America Chavez that can travel through the multiverse. 

With different versions of Stephen around the multiverse, he didn't realize the possiblity of still being with you. 

"How's Y/N?" America asked. 

"They're good. Happy. They're happy." Shaking, Stephen says, now thinking about you. 

"I can imagine. They're happy with you."

"Uh, well we're not together. We used to be. We broke up 8 years ago. I disappeared due to the snap and it felt like we ended things on short notice."

"What? You both are not together in this universe?" 

He was confused about what America meant by that. "Together? In this universe?" 

"What do you mean this universe?" 

"Every Stephen I know there with Y/N. You both are together. Married. It always felt to me no matter what universe it was, you always were meant to be together. And nothing could stop that."

He had to stop and think for a moment. Every universe he's with you?

"I'm with Y/N in every universe?

"Don't you love Y/N?" 

"I do. But it was 8 years ago, almost a decade. They most likely moved on..."

"You'll never know if you don't tell them. America interrupts. "In a million ways it can go where you are together, why not risk one chance. Tell them how you feel."

He thought about it. Being with you is the only thing that can help him be at ease. Making amends with you is something he doesn't want to stop doing.

He practices of how he's going to talk to you, what he will say. Walking back and forth, he's trying to think of the right words. 

"Don't overthink it. Just talk naturally, say how you really feel."

"I don't know if I can. What if they already moved on?" 

"You'll never know unless you tell them. Come on, I know you can do this." 

Stephen takes America's word into his mind and try to come up what to say.

He spent the next few days going over of how he's going to approach you and he knew exactly what to say.

Until he thought he did until he saw you. He greteted you and you did the same. He was a stuttering mess with you

"Y/N-Y/N. I would like to tell-tell you something."

"Ok, what is it?"

This was it, he could tell you.

"I was thinking we could get coffee sometimes." He cursed himself in his head.

Why couldn't he say what he really wants to, to you?

"Uh sure, what day? Because this whole week and the next I'm kinda really busy."

"Tuesday?"

"Yeah that could work, oh wait I have a meeting"

"Friday then?"

"Friday, but could it be at 6pm because I have-"

"I love you Y/N."

You were stopped talking and were taken back.

"What?"

Oh no. This could be the perfect opportunity to tell her everything or mess up, or both.

"I tried to stop thinking about you, but I can't. And it's okay you don't feel the same way. I love you. I love you in every universe."

Stephen took a deep breath and waited for you to say something, anything. He knew he would mess it up and make it awkward quick.

That's when you kissed him. You wrapped your arms around his neck. He was taken back, but soon melted into the kiss and he wrapped his arms around you back.

"I can't, couldn't stop thinking about you either. I love you too Stephen." A tear goes down your cheek.

This made him happy, America was right all along. It looks like you guys were meant to be after all.

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[sersi]

The Assault on Kamar-Taj Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022) dir. Sam Raimi

[softestqueeen]

I need a Stephen strange x reader! Where the reader is Tony starks daughter! Please!

but daddy i love him

pairing: stephen strange x fem!stark!reader

summary: Tony Stark – your father – finds out about your romantic relationship with the infamous Stephen Strange. How will he react to you dating someone who is almost 20 years older than you.

warnings: age gap (about 20 years), a little bit of fighting, spoiler: happy-ish end

wordcount: 954 words

a/n: hey @expensiveinnocentgurl, thank you sm for requesting something, i hope you like this!! finally getting to some requests on here! I will probably write all my open non cm requests, then continue writing for criminal minds. It’s probably my new addiction i fear (sorry not sorry) but now lean back and enjoy while i dive back into my marvel obsession.

The communal area was quiet, only a few team members were spending their free time here reading or watching TV. Your father calls for you, his voice on edge and he didn’t look too happy either. “Can I talk to you? Alone?“

You gulped at the tone. This definitely won‘t be a nice conversation about how your day went. For a second you were questioning what you could have done wrong. And then it dawned on you.

Face paling you though about your apparently not so secret relationship with the sorcerer supreme Stephen Strange. He is not just almost 20 years older than you but also a close friend of your fathers. You and Stephen met your relationship a secret, quietly testing out the waters if the two of you were even a good match.

And you were. The last few months were the happiest of your life. Stephe was the perfect boyfriend. Attentive to your needs, taking care of you in all the right ways and of course always the gentleman. Which is why the two of you had discussed about making it official to the team in about a month or so. You would maybe announce it at Christmas or New Years. Or you would just attend one of your dads’ famous parties together and let everybody be a witness to the PDA the two of you kept to yourselves so far.

But all your plans were chucked out the window when your father led you into his office. You knew exactly what he wanted to discuss one you saw you boyfriend in a chair in front of the big mahogany desk, an apologetic look on his face.

“Please, have a seat,“ your father proses it as a question, though you knew you had to obey his demand.

He takes his seat on the other side of the desk, while you sit next to Stephen.

“When did you think about telling me?” he asked the two of you, even though you know it was aimed more at you. The frown that is slowly appearing on his face is making him appear older than he actually is.

“Tell you what,” you tried to play dumb, even though all three of you knew why you were here. Tony was not having it.

“Are you kidding me? When did you two plan on telling me that you’ve been what? Going out? Seeing each other? Fucking? However, you want to call it,” he almost screamed at you.

“Calm down, Tony,” Stephen told the billionaire with a calm voice.

“Don’t you tell me to calm down when you’ve been with my daughter doing God knows what, behind my back. I want an explanation, and I want it now!”

Stephen reached over and took your hand in his shaking one. He let his fingers run over your knuckles – your father watching the interaction with a clenched jaw – before explaining.

“Tony, I deeply respect you and our friendship, but you have to understand. I am desperately in love with your daughter, and I have been for some time. I promise to take the best possible care of her. You and I both don’t want anything to happen to her. I promise she will have everything she could ever need and more. But you have to trust me in that,” you were fascinated with how calm Stephen stayed. You were a nervous wreck, thinking about all the ways Tony could sabotage your relationship.

“With all due respect Stephen, this is not about a mission or anything this is about my daughter. I know how you’ve been with women in the past and I do not want you to repeat this kind of behaviour with my daughter,” oh your dad was pissed.

“Dad, Stephen and I have been going out for a few months now and he has never treated me bad. Of all the partners I had he is the most attentive, caring, and loving person I have ever come across. We are well aware of the age cap, but it doesn’t matter to us. Don’t you see, we love each other,” you tried to reason with him. He was slowly cracking, and you all knew it. Tony’s eyes wandered to your now interlocked fingers again and you could see his face harden.

“I’m still not happy with this. And what do you mean a few months? How long exactly has this been going on?”

“Next week it would be six months.”

Tony now stood up from his chair and paced the room.

“We wanted to wait until we are ready, you did not. What do you want to do now, dad? You want to forbid me from being with him? Good luck, because I don’t intend to leave him anytime soon. I love him, he loves me. He treats me well and I’m really happy, dad. Shouldn’t that be all that matters?” Stephen squeezed your hand. He admired how you spoke up for him, as he knew how much you valued his opinion.

Tony sat down again, the expression on his face moving into something different, something more tired.

“You know I just want you to be happy, sweetpea. And if that is with a party trick magician then so be it. You are right, I have no right to interfere with this relationship. But you know, I’m worried about you. And Stephen, you hurt her I’ll kill you, is that clear?”

A smile now spread over your face and Stephen answered. “Of course, Stark. No need to worry.”

With that Tony dismissed you both. Even if this was not ideal, you were glad the cat was out of the bag now.

“Wait, how did he even find out?”

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[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine using magic to seduce your rival Stephen Strange in his dreams

Since people had started saying that Dr Stephen Strange was the strongest magician currently in the world, you had been working on ways to not lessen his powers - that would be unfair - but to distract him from using them to his full potential, thus securing your own place back on top. Had he just stayed in his own lane, it wouldn’t have been this annoying, this tedious, so it was all his own fault of course. It started with the way that women had been distracting men for centuries - seduction. At first, you had plans to do so in person, but it became quite clear to you that he wouldn’t fall for that, he could just go through a portal and go somewhere else to get away from you. In fact, the only way to ensure that this worked was to make you inescapable. He had to sleep - and that was where you had made your move, weaving a web of dreams for him to fall into, dreams that would affect his body, his mind, his heart, his very soul. Since you were already inside of his head, so you had searched for his desires, so you could become the perfect woman in his dreams - only to find that you were already in there. He’d had thoughts of you before. Dreams of you before, without interference. That only served to make things more interesting. “Stephen,” You said, entering into his private sanctum inside of his dream. His body, his sleeping one, sniffed, able to smell your cloying perfume surrounding him. He felt the touch of your hands against his arms, the hair moving as you brushed it by, making this all the more real to him. “Stay close to me,” You said, now pressing your body against his, your head tucked into his shoulder, breath hot against his neck. “Please - only you can save me.” “From what?” Stephen asked, breathing in the scent of your hair, goosebumps erupting on his flesh. His hands went down your waist to your hips, holding them in his hands. God - he could actually feel how soft your skin was through your clothing, as if it wasn’t there at all. “The world,” You said, kissing his neck now, taking his skin into your mouth but not biting it, just suckling on it softly. “It’s terrifying to be out there … on my own … with no equal. That’s why I need you, Stephen. To protect me from the loneliness.” His breath came out in a shudder. “Yes - I’d break the laws of nature of you.” He held you tightly, long surgeon’s fingers curling around your hips, keeping you in place. You’d make him want you more, more, more, until the urge to have you took over his concentration, his spellwork would grow sloppy, his determination focused on something else. And you would once again be the most powerful one on this earth - what a beautiful future you would have, bringing this man to ruin.

Requested by: Anonymous

[diva-calderu]

Dr. Stephen Strange

For @moonyshifter

[bakerstreethound]

Hooraaaaaaay, Valentines Day prompts!

How about Stephen Strange and 7) slow dancing in the living room? Pretty please and thank you! 😘😘😘

Happy Valentine's day! I am happy to write Stephen for you. I hope you like this one because I tweaked the location a little and went where my imagination took me. It is also pretty short but I hope it's alright. Hope you had a great day!

Swirling Constellations

Summary: Stephen Strange puts together a pleasant surprise for you on Valentine's Day for he wants to show you how much you mean to him. You're all too happy to follow along with his plans.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound​ (Do NOT claim, copy, repost, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

The deep blue dress sparkles when you swish it in the mirror while you put on the finishing touches of your mascara before clasping the simple diamond necklace around your neck. It felt cool to the touch of your warm skin. Your heart thrummed in anticipation and nerves but you were almost ready.

You step away from the mirror, reaching towards your vanity drawer producing a blue velvet box, and opening it. Inside were sapphire earrings, the exact shade of your dress, ones that were your mother's once upon a time.

Your heart seizes at the memory, but you remember all the parties she attended how these earrings sparkled, the sound of her laugh carrying through the manor home you grew up in when all was right in the world. 

You sigh in a mixture of defeat and melancholy, as you add them to your ensemble completing the look. You go back to the standing mirror in the corner, frowning as you twirl. I’t almost perfect but something is missing but you have no idea what, until you feel a weight on your shoulder.

“You look beautiful.” Stephen’s voice is grave and rough, from nights of troubled sleep, but the underlying pride under it all is all for you. A gentle warmth spreads through your body and you know you’ve made the right choice. “You are beautiful,” he continues. 

He turns you to meet his gaze, your back to the mirror, leaving you no more room to doubt, as his hands take yours, kissing the top of them in kind. 

“Shall we?”

“We shall,” you brush your lips along his, grateful that the silver heels you chose added to your height. He pulls you closer, and you’re lost in him and you let yourself drown a moment. 

You break away smiling and grasp his hand tighter, walking out of your shared room of the Sanctum into the vast expanse of the foyer and you carefully walked down the stairs, Stephen guiding you out through countless corridors until you stopped and he knocked on a black painted door.

You raise a brow, curiosity mingling with nerves, but it soon vanishes when the door flies open and you’re greeted with the sound of strings, a beautiful familiar melody flowing through the dark expanse of the room.

You follow it into the center of the atrium you’re ensconced in, the views of the night sky looking down upon you through the glass ceiling. It was breathtaking and Stephen had it planned all for you. 

Without another word he offers up his hand to you which you accept while the other falls to your waist and the melody crescendos, falling into a slower rhythm and you twirl through the expanse of the makeshift ballroom Stephen conjured all for you.

Your heart soars with the care and sentiment. Nothing in this moment but you, him, and the phantom melodies swirling beneath the constellations painted in the sky mattered.

Only you and him for years to come.

You smile when he spins you back into him, reveling in how he dips you and you fall like a shooting star into the kiss, sparks flying through your fingertips, through your being and you know all is right in the world. For it’s all so perfectly splendid. 

******

[late-to-the-party-81]

In perfect balance

Request: For the Inspire Me! event, how about Tony/Reader/Stephen lounging around after a few rounds of hot sex? Some fluff, lots of snark, maybe leading into them all going at it again.

AN: Thank you @couldntbedamned for this spicy request, I hope this tickles your fancy!

Beta’d by @navybrat817

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and moodboard by me

Master list

Summary: From the outside the three of you shouldn’t work, but somehow, together, you’re in perfect balance. 

Relationship: Tony Stark X Reader X Stephen Strange

Word Count: 2.6k

CW: Polyamorous relationship, Explicit sexual content (oral sex - M and F receiving, Anal fingering, Anal sex), Brat Tony Stark, Domme Reader, Dom Stephen Strange, Tony has Mommy and Daddy issues, slight Mommy kink, edging, multiple orgasms, aftercare, fluff and snark.

You flopped back on the pillows with a thud, a smile plastered to your sweat covered face as you stared up at the ceiling and inhaled the scent of roses that filled the room. You let the post orgasmic haze suffuse you as you half-listened to the affectionate bickering that was going on over your prone form. What was it about middle-aged, egotistical white men with goatees that made you go weak at the knees?

To be fair, they were allowed to have inflated egos - both were geniuses in their own way - extremely successful and powerful. However, this meant they were caught in a constant game of one-upmanship. 

“I think you’ll find, Tony, that it’s what I did this time that tipped our Angel over the edge.”

“Pphhtt. As if. It was clearly what I was doing with my tongue. I’m very talented, you know.”

You stifled a giggle as you practically heard Stephen rolling his eyes.

“Yes, yes, you’re super-talented and able to make women come with just a crook of your finger.”

There was the sound of someone shifting across bed sheets and you turned your head in time to see Tony bracing his body over Stephen’s, a gleam in his dark brown eyes.

“Not just women, my dear wizard. As you well know.”

Ice blue eyes glared back, although you could detect the hint of softness there too.

“Alright, you raving ego-maniac. But I still maintain it was my skills this time. And I’m a sorcerer, dammit, not a ‘wizard’.”

“Potay-to, potah-to.”

“Hhmmph.” Stephen gave Tony a light shove, and the self-styled playboy-genius-philanthropist allowed himself to be rolled to the side, landing right next to you.

It would come as a surprise to absolutely no-one that out of the two men, Tony was the more flamboyant in bed. He loved his gadgets and toys, and neither you or Stephen were going to complain about that. He often took the lead, not because either you or your sorcerer boyfriend were submissive, but because Tony was such an endearing brat that you couldn’t help but smile at the glee on his face when he bought one or other, or both, of you to earth-shattering orgasms. 

He didn’t always get his way, though. You’d happily admit that some of your favourite times with the two were when Stephen was in A Mood ™, that special kind of mood where he felt the need to dominate and claim. Wong would have a fit if he knew what kind of things Stephen was using his powers for. You doubted that he’d approve of the Eye of Agamotto being used as an edging tool. 

A shudder washed over your body as you remembered the last time that Stephen had come home, cape swirling, face stern, dragging you both into the bedroom without a word. Neither you or Tony had been able to walk properly for a good three days after - magic demon tentacles tended to have that effect.

Tony also had a soft spot from when you also helped take control of him. The man had so many Mommy and Daddy issues that he’d make Freud’s head spin. It had become apparent in a short space of time that his teasing of you was an attempt to make you snap, make you chastise and punish him.

However, if they weren’t competing and bickering about sex, they were competing about who spoiled you better. Both knew that roses were your favourite flower and if Stephen conjured some for you from the air, then Tony would spend weeks cultivating a new strain, naming it after you. Which was why this room was now full to the brim with different coloured and sized blooms.

“Come on, Angel-cake. Put us out of our misery - which one of us got you to O-town this time?”

As you’d mused, Tony had rested his head on your chest, and was now looking up at you with doe-eyes, while one finger trailed circles around one of your breasts, making your nipple pucker. You threaded your fingers into his thick hair, giving it a gentle tug that made his eye-lids flutter.

“Tones, you know the only answer I’m going to give you is that it was both of you. Keep me out of your juvenile tally game.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

You tapped him on the end of his nose.

“Brat!”

“Don’t pretend you don’t love it.”

“I never said that. Just reminding you that I know your game, Mister.”

“And what game would that be?” He raised his head slightly, but kept his eyes on you as he swiped his tongue over the nipple he’d been paying attention to. You arched your brow and tightened your grip in his hair, trying to ignore the zip of arousal that darted from your breast to your pussy.

“Stephen…” You called out to him and turned your head to see him coming out of the en-suite, washcloth in hand. He crossed to the bed and sat down next to you, virtually ignoring Tony as he dropped a kiss to your lips.

“What is it, my divine Angel?”

“Some-one is being a needy brat.”

Stephen allowed his gaze to drop to Tony, who started to squirm in your grip under the intense scrutiny.

“This does not surprise me in the slightest, my love. I don’t think our recent exertions were energetic enough for him. You know how restless he’s been.”

Thinking back over the last few days, you realised Stephen was right - Tony had been in his lab, tinkering, and while that was good exercise for the mind, it wasn’t for the body, and your engineering genius of a partner no doubt had a lot of physical energy to expend. He also probably wanted to have all the thinking taken away from him. He wouldn’t ask for it outright - he’d be too embarrassed, but he knew if he was bratty enough then either you or Stephen or both would understand and take control.

“Hhmmm. And would you be a good boy for us, Tones?”

“Well, that entirely depends on your definition of good.” Tony waggled his eyebrows and you and Stephen gave each other knowing looks, before Stephen addressed Tony.

“We’ll take that as a no. Come on. Up you get. Give Angel some space to work.”

You expected some chat back, but Tony leapt up like an exuberant puppy, standing at the foot of the bed. Stephen moved to stand behind him, wrapping his long arms around Tony’s frame. Tony held onto Stephen’s forearms and the both looked at you expectantly. You sat up and then moved onto your hands and knees, crawling down the bed until you were in front of them before coming up onto your knees. With one hand you cupped Tony’s face and with the other you cupped his cock, which was already trying to make its recovery known. You moved your face towards him, close enough that your breath fanned over his face.

“Are you going to listen, baby? Listen to me and Stephen? Or are you going to be naughty and have to be punished?”

“I thought we’d already established that - ow!” Tony let out a pained shout, his eyes going wide as you gave him a slap on the cheek.

“Try again, baby-boy.” Your voice was low and dark and you gave a firm squeeze with your other hand that made Tony rise up on his toes a bit. You saw Stephen’s icy eyes glimmer with amusement.

“I’ll be good, Mommy. I’ll be good.”

“Aaww. There he is. My good boy. Now, lie down for me, Tony. I wanna sit for a while.”

Tony scrambled out Stephen’s embrace and threw himself back on the bed, bouncing on it before scooting his body up the mattress and patting his cheeks.

“Your seat awaits, m’lady.”

You leant over him, biting down on his lower lip before turning and lowering your pussy over his face.

“I’m warning you now brat, that I’m not getting up until I’m satisfied.” In response Tony just shook his head, worming his tongue deeper between your folds before getting to work. You shifted slightly, and sighed as Tony started to drag wave after wave of pleasure out of you. At least he wasn’t fucking around with that.

The bed dipped and you met Stephen’s smile as he climbed up between Tony’s legs. His lips met yours as you balanced your weight by placing your hands on Tony’s hips. Stephen’s mouth was hot and demanding, sending further jolts of pleasure through you. The kiss was short-lived though, as Stephen pulled away so he could work his ‘magic’ on Tony.

He took Tony’s cock in hand, stroking it a few times to get it to full hardness, before sending a wink in your direction and swallowing Tony down. Tony moaned into your pussy and you rocked against his face to remind him what he was supposed to be doing.

“You don’t get to come until I say you can, Tony. You got that? So you gotta be good to me, baby.”

Tony’s hands roamed over the lower half of your body, digging into your hips and groping the soft flesh of your ass. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down, feasting on you with gusto. Little pants and moans left your lips and you and Stephen couldn’t help but exchange glances and smiles, silently conversing about how good Tony was being.

When Tony jolted under you, you realised that Stephen was breaching him with his long fingers. You knew how that felt and made a mental note to congratulate Tony later on his restraint. For now, you just decided to tease him. “Good boy, baby. Let Stephen in. Just enjoy it, but don’t come yet. I’m almost there. Keep doing that. Mmm… yes!”

Your orgasm was tantalisingly close and it wouldn’t take much to tip you over the edge. Tony thrust his tongue as far into your pussy as he could and you rocked back and forth, stimulating your clit on the facial hair covering his chin, and then you were right there. 

Trembling. 

Crying out. 

Covering Tony’s face in your release. 

But you weren’t done yet. You tilted your hips and Tony got the message, shifting his ministrations to gently suck on your engorged bundle of nerves.

However, he seemed to be losing focus, because after a few moments he stopped sucking. You could feel his fingers tensing, digging into your skin and you realised he was close to coming. You reached out, wrapping your fingers in Stephen’s grey streaked hair to get his attention. He sometimes got a little lost when giving oral. 

“Slow down, love.”

Stephen let Tony’s cock fall from his mouth and stilled his hand. His lips were red, and smeared with saliva and pre-come, and he’d never looked so wonderfully debauched. You leaned down and gave him a kiss, squeaking into his mouth as Tony came out of his near-orgasmic stupor and started to work you over again. You continued to kiss Stephen as you ground onto Tony’s face, reaching your second orgasm. Feeling wrung out, you rolled off Tony.

He sat up, hair sticking up, face wet and red and you giggled at the state of him, but no sooner had you done so, Stephen went back to his task of opening Tony up.

“Legs apart, Tony.”

Tony just whimpered, and did what he was told, nodding his head and fisting the sheets.

With the click of the lube cap, Stephen perfunctorily prepped him, working two, then three fingers into him. You watched with a hazy gaze, enjoying your front row seat.  A whine came from Tony’s lips as Stephen pulled his fingers free and swatted at Tony’s flank.

“Up, brat. If you have energy to burn, and you want to cum, then you can fuck yourself on my cock.”

The two men quickly changed places, Stephen lying down and Tony climbing atop him. You passed Tony the bottle of lube and he applied a liberal coating to Stephen, a sparkle in his eye. He was about to ease himself into position when you gripped his chin between your thumb and forefinger.

“Don’t stop being a good boy, now. Make Stephen cum first.”

Tony didn’t say anything, but he pouted, and you pulled his lower lip into your mouth, sucking on it hard, before letting it go with an audible pop. Placing your hands on his waist, you helped to steady him as he sank down onto Stephen’s cock, his mouth hanging open and his eyes rolling back.

“Good boy. Such a good boy.” You poured your praises into his ear, watching him relax as you did, until his ass became flush with Stephen’s thighs. Moving carefully, you shifted your position until you were behind Tony, able to wrap your arms around him peer over his shoulder if you so wished. With his own hands braced on Stephen's chest, he started to move, slowly at first, so he could feel Stephen’s cock rubbing over every nerve-ending within him, but he slowly picked up speed. 

Stephen moaned and closed his eyes, his hands searching out Tony’s hips, either to provide an anchor for himself or to help Tony move - you weren’t sure which.

“Oh! That’s it, Tony. Fuck, you feel so good. Keep doing that.” 

Tony bit his lip and continued to move. From over his shoulder you watched his aching cock bob lewdly. It looked angry and red, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum with each downwards movement. You even realised he was whimpering.

You trailed your hands down his chest, teasing his dark nipples up into stiff peaks, flicking and pinching them, almost cruelly. You knew he was close, but where would the fun be if you didn’t make it at least a bit difficult for him to follow your rules.

“Stephen! Angel! I’m so close.”

“Hold it, baby. Get Stephen there first. You can do it.”

You saw tears start to run down Tony’s face as he battled the sensations threatening to overwhelm him. You kissed some of them away before looking down at your other boyfriend.

Stephen’s face was almost similarly contorted, although without the tears. His eyes were screwed shut and you could see the veins pulsing in his neck, and the way his fingers curled viciously into Tony’s hips. There would no doubt be bruises left by them that Tony would wear with pride for the next week.

“Tony! Yes! I - I’m cumming!” 

Stephen’s body went taut and as he spilt into Tony you wrapped your fingers around Tony’s desperate cock. 

Tony let out a strangled cry as you pumped him, once, twice and then he was spilling over your hand and Stephen’s chest. He sobbed his way through his pleasure, movements almost frenzied in the way he dragged every ounce of pleasure he could from Stephen’s now flagging cock and your hand.

Finally he collapsed over Stephen, body limp. His eyes were closed and he dragged in breath after ragged breath. Stephen threaded his fingers through Tony’s hair, gently petting him, his own eyes closed as he also recovered.

You quickly got off the bed, crossing to the bathroom to wash yourself up and grab a couple more washcloths. On your return you found that in the minute you’d been gone, Stephen had managed to extricate himself from the warm clutch of Tony’s body and rolled both of them on their sides, Tony’s face still nuzzled into his neck.

Stephen took one of the washcloths from you, and wiped his chest and cock clean, while you used the other one to freshen Tony up. He wasn’t asleep, but he wasn’t fully awake either, caught in that nebulous, soft place that can only be reached by an earth-shattering orgasm.

With all of you clean enough for now, you climbed back onto the bed, pulling the counterpane up to cover your three forms as you curled up behind Tony, hooking an arm and leg over him.

You could all do with a small nap after that, and you had no doubt that upon waking properly Tony would be back to his teasing, almost insufferable self. For now, though, the perfect balance of your unusual trio had helped him find the release he needed. Next time it might be you or Stephen’s turn, but no matter what form your collective loving took, it was always just what you all wanted.

The three of you lapsed into slumber, the scent of roses still clinging to the air.

Tag list: @darsynia @xoxoviva @jobean12-blog @tuiccim @sidepartskinnyjeans @krissy25 @goldylions @wheezy-stucky @doasyoudesireandlive @chemtrails-club @peaches1958 @pono-pura-vida @writing-for-marvel @mrsmischief209

[multifandomfix]

Imagine Wong bringing Stephen to one of your concerts.

"The last thing I want to do is go to a—"

And that had been the last word on the matter before Wong hauled Stephen along with him to the philharmonic anyway. He’d been holed up in the sanctum for far too long and he needed some kind of stimulation that had nothing to do with magic, well, not the literal kind anyway.

Wong had enjoyed your performances before, thinking you to be a master composer and an equally talented conductor. He was sure, despite the sorcerer's protests, that Stephen would find a similar feeling towards your talents as he did. And when he looked over at him observing the performance unfolding on stage, he looked positively spellbound.

As the last note faded away, the room erupted in gracious applause, Stephen being the one to lead the charge in a standing ovation. "I must have a word with the conductor, can you make that happen," he asked, leaning over to speak in Wong's ear.

The next thing you knew, you were smiling backstage at the magnificent concert your orchestra had put on and then the Sorcerer Supreme was standing in front of you, shaking your hand with a pleasant smile and a glint in his eyes that made your knees go a little weak. "I’d love to take you to dinner and talk about your compositions."

Had an Avenger truly just asked you out? Well, even if he wasn’t so nice to look at, you’d have been hard pressed to refuse. So you didn’t. "I would love to have dinner," you responded.

For @mxacegrey

Stephen Strange: @unexpected-character, @lilyontheloose, @puppy-coded, @marinarashakeyobooty, @becomingthedreamversionofme, @music-bird, @chaotic-mushroomz, @mbruben-stein, @harryisatomlinsun, @sunflowergurlsposts, @danimorgan1708, @onlykeres, @floresferae, @stressydepressyandlemonzesty, @multifandomlover01, @tokyo-liv, @geekyandgay98, @sweetyprincesschaos, @yetanotherattemptatanaccount, @lady-darkswan3, @postcardgirl425, @garlicbreadrry

[wouldtheyfuck]

[sersi]

Comics Inspired Spells and Magical Artifacts used by Stephen Strange in Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness: - Fangs of Farallah - Eye of Agamotto - Axe of Angarruumus - Chains of Krakkan - Flames of Faltine - Talons of Farallah - Vipers of Valtorr - Rings of Raggadorr

[dino-fart]

Afterthought

Request for @bobateadaydreams​

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Female Reader

Summary: Reader and Stephen have broken up because of something Stephen did. Stephen knows he fucked up is trying everything he can to show reader how he is sorry. Unfortunately, the reader is pissed at him, like REALLY pissed at him, so it's not an easy task. Stephen has turned to everyone for help like Wong, America, even Peter...But alas nothing works, so what will it take to mend their relationship? 

“Tell me again how we got here?” You raise a brow at your ex as you held your hand up between the two with a fire spell cast. It lit up your faces in very dark cave surroundings. Your back was pressed against the cave wall and you were chest to chest with Stephen. 

“The kid...” Stephen grumbled and tried to shimmy away from you due to the close proximity. 

“Peter?” You furrowed your brows. 

Stephen sighed and eventually gave up, “Yeah...Look, I’m sorry...About this...I asked the kid to help me with...A project and obviously it backfired.” Stephen leaned back against the cave wall. 

“Was the project putting us in a crazy situation that you rescue me and I forgive you?” You raise a brow. 

Stephen let out a low chuckle, “Not exactly. But I know how much you like danger.” 

You smirk, “That’s one good thing you remembered.” 

Stephen smiled at you and slowly leaned toward you. You pressed your hand on his chest and pushed him back against the wall. “Nope.” 

“Bad timing?” 

“Absolutely.” 

The cave began to rumble and the cloak moved up to cover both of your heads. When the rumbling stopped, you opened your eyes when you noticed a faint glow. You looked up to see the cave ceiling glow from blue crystals embedded. 

You gasped softly and managed to get out of the small cavern you and Stephen were stuck in. You helped Stephen out and followed the glowing path. 

“What kind of crystals are they? I’ve never seen such things...” Stephen smiled at its’ beauty. 

You gently put your hand on his arm and he immediately felt his heart skip a beat. “Shh, not so loud, they’re sleeping.” You whisper. 

“They?” Stephen furrowed his brows. 

“Weeping Crystal Spiders. Their carapace or shells, are covered in these crystals, it’s how they lure their prey. But if you’re quiet enough they won’t notice you, they’re also blind, so if one does come down onto the ground, don’t move.” You explained. 

“God I could listen to you for hours...” Stephen blurted out softly. He blushed at the realization and you rolled your eyes. 

“Stephen...” 

“It’s true. You’re so brilliant.” 

“You must’ve hit your head.” You let his arm go and began to walk ahead. 

Stephen stood there and watched you walk on. He sighed softly and his cloak tugged him toward you. He followed carefully behind you. 

“There should be an opening here somewhere that we can escape.” You stood there and looked up to see if you could find a hint of sunlight. 

“Let me try my sling ring again.” Stephen said but you were quick to stop him. 

“The less noise the better.” You reminded him. 

Stephen let out a soft noise feeling your fingers on his scarred ones. You turned around and noticed his expression. You two stared at each other, unsure of what to do. You were so angry at him and you had finally calmed down from what he did. From how he treated you, like an afterthought. But gods he looked so beautiful in this light. You pulled your hand away gently and gave him a small smile. “Maybe when we’re not in a spider’s nest, we can talk.” 

“I would love that.” 

You found a path out and created a bottomless cage of insects and cast it far away from the two of you to distract the spiders. The cave rumbled again and the spiders ran toward the cage. You began to climb the wall of the cavern toward the sunlight. Stephen wasn’t far behind you, but you could heard him struggling. You stopped and grabbed his hand in yours, “Climb with me.” 

You whispered a spell to create gloves on his hands to shield them. The two of you made it out and a portal appeared right as you helped Stephen up. Wong and Peter rushed out and Wong teleported all of you back at the Sanctum. 

You stumbled back slightly at the sudden change of plain and the cloak was quick to catch you. “Thanks...” You chuckled at the fabric that helped you stand up. The cloak returned to its’ owner who wouldn’t stop staring at you. Whatever Wong and Peter was saying was muffled to Stephen as the only thing that mattered was you. 

Fuck it...Stephen thought and walked toward you and wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his head on your shoulder. He hugged you tightly and you blushed at the soft embrace. It was the first time you’d ever felt such affection from him. You smiled softly and gently ran your hands down his back. 

“Don’t leave.” Stephen said with a shaky breath. 

“As many times as you piss me off you’ll never get rid of me...Guess I’m the fool.” You sighed. 

At this, Stephen pulled back and cupped your face. He saw the tears forming in your eyes, “I’m the fool, for not seeing your love and your care for me...I’m so sorry...” 

You didn’t know what to say, you looked away from him to hold back your tears from falling. Stephen gently cupped your chin and brushed your nose against his. “May I?” You nodded slowly and you felt his rough and cold lips against yours. You kissed him back softly and wrapped your arms around his neck. Stephen wrapped his arms around your waist and continued to kiss you, savoring the sweet taste of your lips. 

When he finally pulled his lips from yours, he pressed slow kisses along your jawline. “Mmm...Stephen...” You let out a soft sigh. 

“Does this mean I’m forgiven?” Stephen teased. 

“Mmm, maybe, we’ll see.” You chuckled. 

Stephen moved his lips to press kisses along your neck and roamed his hands along the curves of your hips. 

“I take it the plan went well?” Peter chimed in finally. 

Stephen froze and pulled back from you. You smirked and raised a brow at Stephen. “Mhm.” Stephen simply replied and turned to realize that Wong and Peter had been standing there the whole time. Peter had a grin on his face and Wong gave him a nod. Stephen then noticed America giving Peter a thumbs up. 

“Alright, show’s over!” Stephen moved to scoop you up in his arms and carried you bridal style. You laughed softly when he walked up the stairs toward the second floor of the Sanctum and toward his bedroom. 

Maybe he could finally make it up to you...

Tagging: @bobateadaydreams​

[authorxstrange]

So I want to start posting some of my own writing here but I want to do something fresh. I’m currently hyper fixating on Stephen Strange so if any of you have ideas please reblog or comment in notes some ideas! I write Smut, fluff, and angst! Ofc for smut please minors DNI

This is my first time posting on tumblr so please be nice as I learn how to navigate 🥰🫰

[geeky-politics-46]

Send me some Halloween themed asks please! I'm working on trying to get a big head start on my Kinktober pieces so I make it longer than a week this year, but I really want to do a few Halloween themed pieces too.

They can be smutty, fluffy, even a little angsty. Send in stuff for:

Doctor Strange &/or his variants

Bucky, Steve, Sam, Loki, or Scott

Eddie & Venom (I really want to write for them)

Peaky Blinders - Arthur, Tommy, Alfie, & I'll throw in John & Finn

The Orville - Ed, Gordon, John, or Issac

The West Wing - Any & all

Send me all your spooky, sexy, &/or silly thoughts!

[witch-of-sound]

I'm looking for good NSFW bdsm fics in these specific ships, pm me with recommendations.

Frostiron

Frostironstrange

Drarry

Yeehan

[bakerstreethound]

may i request a stephen strange x fem!reader in which stephen and reader have a purely platonic relationship until one night when they both get a little tipsy which leads to dirty talk which leads to touching which leads to... 👀.

Hehe I love this request a lot. I don't write Stephen often, but when I do he can be difficult but he was sorta gentle yet teasing in this. Thank you for trusting me with writing it and I sincerely hope you enjoy! Minors DNI implied/slight nsfw 18+ only

Unbridled Truth

After having a platonic relationship for years with Stephen, you make it known to him you're willing to take things a step further and you reassure him you are certain of your decision.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT claim, repost, copy, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03). Graphic by @firefly-graphics Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

“I told you this wasn’t a good idea” Stephen groaned, watching half amused half annoyed at the fact you were utterly obliterating him at Mario Kart. It had been a slow day at the Sanctum and no one but him apparently needed saving after the past five rounds. You were not intent on admitting defeat anytime soon, he wagered. 

“I have a better idea and it includes our old fallback of drinking and snacks. Guess you’ve gotta slow down, old man, and take it easy for your ego’s sake.” You chuckled, getting up off the plush area rug and turning off the gaming console throwing him a goofy grin. 

If anyone else was to speak to him in such a manner, he’d give it right back to them. But those words coming out of your mouth, well, he can’t help admiring them or you for that matter. Your lips looked so soft, enticing- He shook his head banishing the thoughts altogether. 

Keep it together Stephen, it’s not what you want or what she wants. Get ahold of yourself. One thing was for certain: you’re going to be the death of him, and not just by demolishing him in Mario Kart. 

Soon after, you both fall into a familiar practiced rhythm, you brought out some shot glasses and a variety of your favorite drinks, sodas, and water while Stephen brought out a variety of snacks, setting them on the coffee table. Cloakie whooshed by, settling along your shoulders before flying away with a quirk of Stephen’s brow. 

“We’re really doing this?” 

“Do it for me, alright. Wong can beat our asses later.” You deserved at least one day off or two from saving the universe. Wong could definitely complain later.  

The hours passed in good company, chortling at jokes and making fun of movies and actors far into the night. You found yourself sitting in Stephen’s lap as usual, your back faced into his chest, his breath hot along the side of your neck, his beard tickling as his hands rested comfortably around your midsection in a gentle hug. 

He loved the feel of you next to him, especially while shifting against him to get more comfortable, before tipping back another drink. Something in him craved more of your touch and he found himself wondering if you wanted more.

You expressed freely at the beginning of your relationship you wanted nothing spicy or any physical touch more than necessary, but the scent of you intoxicated him and he grew more delirious with want at your proximity.

He respected your wishes, restraining himself from the blissful want. The multiple drinks he’d taken hadn’t helped matters in the least. 

You shifted again on Stephen’s lap, wincing at the twinge in your back, hoping you didn’t disturb him too much. His breath quickened and you catch the hint of a suppressed groan he tried in vain to fight off. 

“Stephen, are you alright?” 

“Y-yup just enjoying the view, mhmm.” He pulled one of his hands from your waist, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the TV where a snowtopped mountain range comes into view. You’d bet a fifty it was Matterhorn.

You’d also bet that despite his protests, his mind was elsewhere and it was because of you merrily existing on his lap. 

You smirked, shifting again to face him, your legs making way to straddle him. “I don’t believe you are. Your mind is far too occupied with something else, isn’t it?” you cooed, brushing away a stray hair from his forehead, your finger barely grazing along his skin. 

It’s maddening for him to watch you this way, so close, so far away, definitely out of reach. Despite his mind’s protests, he wanted your touch, even if it was only the barest touch of your fingers stroking his cheek. He doesn’t allow himself the luxury of thinking about that for long. 

He didn’t want to move, fearing anything he says you’ll pull away, regretting crossing the line. He never admitted it aloud, for the words held far too great a weight for a man suffering multitudes of losses and universes on his shoulders, but he loved for you and cared so much, more than he let on.

You could feel the love, the longing falls off of him in waves, and oh, how you want to drown yourself beneath them. 

What would he think? You made your expectations clear in the beginning, but now, you want to know what it felt like to rile him up to touch him gently, be closer to him than you ever could.

Still, you trusted him more than anyone, and the chemistry and feelings between you though purely platonic had shifted in recent years and you can’t imagine yourself with anyone other than him. Granted he could be an ass at times but he had grown in more ways than once since you met. 

“I am occupied, yes.” He spoke, measuring his words carefully. “Have I ever told you I imagine you saying my name pressed up against me and squirming?” 

You fight off squirming against him quirking up a brow. “Do you, Stephen, tell me what else have you thought about?” 

“You beneath me taking me so well.” 

“That’s more like it, tell me what else?” You purr, cardig your fingers through his hair rougher than usual, resisting the urge to tug them. “Did you dream about tying me up to your bed, having me all to yourself? You know I’ve always belonged to you Stephen even if I don’t care for the physical manifestation of it. With you, I feel different. I want. And I want you. All of you.” 

He swallowed, looking up at you with his glassy eyes. In them, you saw universes multitudes of them scattered throughout the galaxy and here you are the only universe he cared about, willing openly state your desires. 

“Stephen, talk to me.” 

“I want - I’d like to touch you, please.” His desire is apparent before you when you move yourself from his hips, shifting comfortably onto his thigh, your gaze piercing into his stunning eyes. 

You lifted up his hands, kissing the tops of them gently before setting them comfortably along your waist, a breathless moan falling from his lips as you slowly move along his thigh, relishing the friction. 

“That’s it, shit.” You groaned at the feeling of his muscular thigh, honed by years of training and you want more impossibly more. His grip tightened a fraction, slow but deliberate, encouraging you, not on the verge of rushing you, letting you take control of the situation.

You kept working along his thigh, whimpering into his ear, driving him further into the brink of madness, and when your hand trailed down, dripping him through his robes, his eyes grew wide, desperately trying not to appear affected. 

“Stephen, talk to me,” you cooed, whimpering at the friction his pants provide as you press kisses into his neck, sucking on hard along his neck, sure to leave bruises. 

Truthfully he was a goner before you started this game, an almost cruel joke, but it wasn't, because you made it apparent your intentions had allowed him to accept the boundary you are willing to trust him with and that meant more to him than anything.

The vulnerability, the trust, how could he possibly speak with you like this? You’re a masterpiece sculpted by some other universe, one he feared drowning in and losing you forever. 

You silenced his worries kissing him with ignited fervor and longing as he touched you harder, his kisses growing surer and more confident as he lifted you from his lap, pressing you against the wall across the room, just down the corridor from his chambers. He stroked his hand teasingly along your pants, smirking at his effect on you. 

“Perhaps you should get down on your knees, Stephen, I always knew you’d look good like that.”

“Careful, we’ll be up until dawn if you say things like that.” He whispered hotly against the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine, anticipation brimming inside you. You knew he would hold on to the promise and you’re thankful for the empty Sanctum as you wouldn’t hear the end of it for days on end. 

Needless to say, Stephen held true to his promise, more than happy to show what he’d imagined doing to you during one of the many sleepless nights when you filled every conceivable space of his mind, unrelenting and not letting him go. He would show you everything he dreamt of and more. For he wanted. He wanted you. All of you. 

******

[late-to-the-party-81]

Okay, lovelies! I have two weeks holiday coming up. I’m not going anywhere (apart from days out with the child) and I’m planning to get a load of challenges fics done.

However, to break me from the monotony of the same characters I’m asking you lot to send me through prompts/requests for Marvel characters who ARE NOT Steve and Bucky. Yes, we love them, but I’ve got a lot planned for them coming up.

The Rules!

Requests for this specific Inspire me! Event are open for all of 20th and 21st May. I will fill requests as and when I can over the next two(ish) weeks

You can request any Marvel character(s) you know I wrote for, except Steve and Bucky (I’m such a meanie)- you’re not limited to those in the banner.

Send me as big or small a prompt as you like. Combo characters if you want. Ships and X reader. Gen, fluff, angst, smut and dark. (No underage, scat, bestiality or incest). Canon adjacent or AU.

Your request can be for a new story or a continuation of one of my previous one shots.

You must be over 18 to make a request.

Credits for the edits in the banner are;

@larygo for the Loki edit

@nixxie-fic (now deactivated) for the Dr Strange edit

Lasahido on Deviant art for the Thor edit

Tagging some beauts: @jobean12-blog @sidepartskinnyjeans @flordeamatista @krissy25 @bodeckersdiamonddoll @doasyoudesireandlive @writing-for-marvel @wheezy-stucky @goldylions @peaches1958 @pono-pura-vida @navybrat817 @sgt-seabass @jadedvibes @lfnr-blog-blog-blog @targaryenvampireslayer