My free time spent using chatgpt to create AI rubish helped me to find some motivation to write. Not promising anything, but there is something already written. 🫠
Have you guys heard the new rumors about Doctor Strange 3 been put on a hold? Or the ones about Benedict portraying a character called Boris instead of Stephen in Doomsday?
Yeah, I thought I couldnt hate Marvel more than I already do, but apparently I can. Also I am sorry but I dont feel any motivation to write or even post here anymore. Doesnt mean I wont do it eventually, but I dont see it happening right now.
Hey guys, I am alive. I'm just too tired, too drained and blocked to write anything. I really miss Stephen content and I am so disappointed about everything that it just make me feel even more unmotivated about writing at all.
But I am still here. Lurking. And I promise I will try to post something as soon as possible.
Synopsis: It's Y/n's birthday and Stephen prepares a special dinner
Word Count: 5k
Warnings: None, just fluff.
A/N: I'm so happy for finally being able to post a fic here. It wasn't a piece of cake, since I've been batling writer's block, but I am proud of the result. I Need to be honest and say that this hasn't been proofread, so any typos or grammar mistakes you see just pretend you didn't. Hope you guys enjoy it and have a nice read ;)
You never liked your birthday. For some reason, the date always contributed to intensifying your depressive episodes. For some reason, the beginning of April brought with it an air of melancholy that you attributed solely to the fact that it was the month of your birthday and the reason for this remained unknown. You were not exactly a happy person, but there were so many people in worse situations. Of course, thinking that way did not help.
However, since Stephen had entered your life, you could see a clear improvement in the matter. After you started living with him in the Sanctum, you spent three birthdays with him. The first one was melancholic and you asked him not to give you any presents or celebrations, the second one you had accepted that he would take you out to dinner and in the present year you had not objected at all to the idea of Tony throwing a party at Stark Tower to celebrate your birthday, although as the date approached you wondered if it had been a good idea to give in so much. After all, you knew that things could get a little crazy and grand when you let Tony do whatever he wanted, but at the same time, the fact that he cared about you enough to do that with such affection warmed your heart.
Anyway, Monday went by uneventfully and during the night you asked Stephen about his plans for the next day and he replied that he would probably be at Kamar Taj all day sorting out who knows what and you understood that he hadn't really thought of anything different for the occasion. It was better this way, you told yourself. There would be enough celebrating on Saturday. However, you couldn't help but feel a little sad, but in the morning you woke up, took a shower and had your coffee normally and didn't even bother to be disappointed that your boyfriend wasn't home. Stephen always woke up before you and always left the house before you woke up when he had to work. So, you simply grabbed your bag and left for work like any other Tuesday.
With Stephen, however, you had no idea how you would celebrate or if you would celebrate at all. The big party would be on Saturday night and your actual birthday would be on Tuesday, and Tuesdays were complicated and tiring days at work. Stephen had mentioned dinner, but he had been so busy all week at Kamar Taj that you wondered if he had forgotten, and honestly, you wouldn't blame him if he had. Your birthday was never a topic of conversation between you because that was how you preferred it to be. Deep down, maybe you were afraid that he would question what the matter was, and you wouldn't know how to answer.
...
Stephen was feeling remorseful for not having waited for you to wake up to congratulate you first thing in the morning, but America had convinced him that their plan would be more successful if you thought he had forgotten what day it was. Stephen had a photographic memory, he tried to warn the teenager, he never forgot anything.
"Well, then she'll think you just didn't bother to say happy birthday to her," America had said, rolling her eyes. How that could be a good thing, he couldn't say, but since even Wong had gotten on board with this with unusual enthusiasm, Stephen had agreed to do as America suggested. He woke up in the morning, stroked your hair gently as he watched you sleep soundly for a second, and then left.
He remembered perfectly the first kiss, the first time you made love, how you blushed beautifully when he called you sweetheart for the first time and just like that, he knew that would be your pet name. You completely transformed his life and suddenly he stopped being a bitter and resentful man with control issues and became your Stephen, a person he sometimes didn't even recognize, but whom he liked to be much more.
Tuesday was boring and tiring at Kamar Taj as usual. He trained the students as he had promised Wong he would, and then devoted himself to preparing for the next mission that he thankfully wouldn't have to participate in. Overall, it was a Tuesday like any other, except that it wasn't. Stephen couldn't stop thinking about you all day. It was like a movie playing in his head, making him remember your moments together.
It was safe to say that even his relationship with the Avengers improved after you came into his life. You and Stark were great friends, Stephen had no choice but to live with the billionaire in a more friendly way and that wasn't a bad thing at all. Stephen liked having friends now, he even liked having America as his protégé and all of that was thanks to you. There wasn't much he could say to you that would express how much he loved you, but he tried and would continue to try every day. Especially today.
He smiled and nodded. "We better go before it gets too late to make dinner." He replied, watching the girl approach. "I don't want her to get home before we've everything sorted out." America nodded.
"Are you ready to go home yet?" America's voice echoed from the distance across the courtyard as he crossed the hall from the library to the dorms while she ran toward him.
"There'll be time, relax." And then she slapped her forehead with her hand. "The dress! I completely forgot! I need to go to the store to get it."
Stephen shook his head in confusion. "I thought you and Wong had already picked it up yesterday."
She shook her head. "It wasn't her size. The saleswoman had to order it from another store. It arrived this afternoon. We need to go there to get it."
"What took you so long?" He asked impatiently.
Stephen sighed. "I'll let Wong know we're on our way."
When you use portals to get around, everything gets easier. Within 15 minutes, Stephen and America had gone to the store to get your present and were already back home. Without even planning it, they both took a shower and met in the kitchen where Wong was already waiting with all the ingredients already on the balcony.
"I hope everything went well at the bakery." Stephen said without bothering to answer and Wong gestured to the refrigerator. When Stephen opened the fridge door, he saw exactly what he expected, a beautiful round cake with white frosting and colorful sprinkles that said "Happy Birthday, sweetheart." He just smiled and closed the door again.
"Did you remember to wrap her present?" Wong asked as if he doubted the answer and Stephen's ability to do it right.
"Yeah. And you? You still haven't told me what you bought for her."
"That's because it's none of your business. You'll see when it's time." He replied. "Now we better start cooking if we want this dinner to be ready on time."
Stephen agreed and simply followed Wong's orders, which were basically washing and chopping ingredients while the Sorcerer Supreme actually cooked. Stephen couldn't argue; he couldn't touch the food if he expected it to be edible.
...
You were starving when you left the office and were caught in a persistent rain. You even thought about stopping by the sandwich bar next door to get some sandwiches to take home, but laziness got the better of you and you ended up giving up. There was always the option of ordering pizza anyway.
It was almost 7pm and if there was any sun it would be setting. The days in April were starting to get longer at this time of the year and some flowers were starting to appear on the trees on Bleecker Street due to the arrival of spring. It was a beautiful time of year indeed and as you walked slowly down the street under your umbrella and saw the Sanctum as a fortress of love and security, you felt happy to be alive and to have that home to return to at the end of each day. When you finally walked through the door that opened by itself as always to let you in, you were greeted by a delicious smell of food that made your stomach growl. It was unusual, really. Unless Wong was home.
"Hi there!" You were welcomed by a baritone voice. "You took your time."
You left the umbrella dripping behind the door and put your bag on the sideboard before getting rid of your coat. "Long and boring day. I thought about buying sandwiches for dinner, but I decided against it." You answered turning to finally look at him and it was then that the feeling of warmth and love intensified even more. He was dressed in dark jeans and a purple shirt, his hair was carefully combed and his goatee perfectly drawn, which indicated that he had taken some time to make it that way.
"You look nice. Any plans for tonight I don't know about?" You asked without trying to be subtle and making him chuckle.
"I always look nice." He answered walking slowly towards you. "And the answer is yes and no, but I'm not going to explain it until you come upstairs with me. Something tells me you need a hot shower."
He finally reached you and touched your face gently before kissing your lips.
"Yes, please." That was all you said on his lips while letting out a little groan. "What a Tuesday!"
He chuckled softly taking your hand in his. "Mine wasn't a piece of cake either, but it's finally over." He nodded leading you upstairs.
After you had showered and spent some time on your post-shower skincare routine, you were ready to get dressed in your most worn and comfortable pajamas, but Stephen just tsked.
"You don't want Wong to see you like this." He warned and you remembered the delicious smell of food you smelled when you got home.
"Did he cook for us?" You asked excited at the idea of eating a proper dinner instead of takeout. Stephen could say whatever he wanted, but you loved Wong's cooking. The Sorcerer Supreme really knew how to cook, in fact he cooked much better than you, but Stephen wasn't ready for that conversation.
Before he could answer, you grabbed a pair of denim shorts and a band t-shirt and got dressed.
"Actually, we cooked for you." Stephen finally confessed with a slight blush on his cheeks. "It all started with America's idea of celebrating your birthday in a low-key way so you wouldn't get mad." He explained. “That was precisely her words”
You smiled from ear to ear. So he hadn't forgotten.
"It was also her idea for me to pretend I forgot it was your birthday today, and she'll probably be mad at me because I should take you downstairs before I tell you, but I couldn't bear to spend another minute of my day without saying it." Then he leaned in close, cupped your face between his shaking hands, and spoke sweetly, "Happy birthday, sweetheart." Before he could say anything else, you had your arms around his neck and pulled him abruptly into a kiss that started out casual and soon became intense and full of saliva and teeth.
"I really thought you forgot!" You confessed, letting out a relieved chuckle. "I don't know what got into me this year, but I spent the whole day thinking it was my birthday and that we should do something about it."
He pinched your cheek teasingly, "I happened to you."
You hummed, "Well, I can't refute that." You responded, pulling him back into your arms. lips in a kiss that lasted until you were interrupted by an incessant knocking on the door.
"Are you guys coming down or what?" America's voice sounded slightly irritated, which made you laugh softly.
"I think you better pretend to be surprised, or she'll kill me." Stephen whispered.
"We're going now." You replied.
When you went down to the dining room - you with the best surprised face you could muster - the table was set beautifully and the candlesticks, never used since you started attending the Sanctum, were lit with candles that seemed to give off a slightly musky scent, but that perfectly matched the delicious smell coming from the kitchen. Wong was finishing the last details and when he saw you, he opened a rare smile.
"Oh my... I can't believe you went to all that trouble!" You exclaimed sincerely.
"You didn't really think we forgot, did you?" He joked, coming towards you and, to your surprise, hugging you. You felt your cheeks turning slightly pink, but you surrendered to the hug, feeling your chest fill with joy and warmth.
"To be honest, I thought everyone had forgotten." You confessed when Wong stepped away and gently pulled out your chair for you to sit down. Stephen smiled ironically, as if he was surprised by his friend's gallantry and maybe even a little jealous, but he said nothing and just pulled out his own chair and sat next to you.
"I think I spent so much time asking people to ignore my birthday that I ended up being afraid that it had actually been ignored this year."
Wong smirked, pointing at all the food placed in front of you. "As you can see, it wasn't. We spent a lot of time thinking about each dish we would make, and we trust that Strange knows what he's talking about because he was the one who chose the menu saying that these are your favorite foods."
You smiled, looking at the food in front of you. Nothing matched, it was just a pile of your favorite foods and somehow you found it much more incredible than if it had been a perfectly prepared menu. There was a basket with fries and some sauces next to it. There was a dish with lasagna Bolognese and another with cannelloni in white sauce. They also roasted what looked like a pork leg and with it there was mashed potatoes, rice, salad and stroganoff. There was definitely enough food to serve about 20 people easily.
"Stephen and I helped Wong prepare everything." America said sitting down and smiling proudly. "Actually I was the one who thought of everything, all the good ideas. Stephen helped, of course. He thinks he knows you so much better than me just because you've known each other longer..."
"Four years longer than you, actually," he teased.
"As I was saying..." She started shooting daggers at him again. "I thought of the best things and even remembered the fries. But overall we didn't do much, Wong got us to do the meson place, the good stuff was on his hands."
"Years and years of practice," Wong said proudly, pulling out his own chair and sitting down as well. "Besides, I needed to make sure you two didn't burn anything."
America rolled her eyes at him and then turned her attention back to you. "Is everything how you like it?"
You smiled. "Of course it is. I just don't know if I'll be able to eat everything you guys prepared."
"Eat whatever you like best," Stephen suggested, taking your plate. "Can I serve you?"
You nodded, noticing that his hands weren't shaking and you knew he was using magic to keep them steady. God forbid he spilled anything that night. Not that you would care, but he would never forgive himself if he did. "What do you want, first?"
You thought for a minute. "I'll start with the fries and the stroganoff. They go together somehow. And to drink... as much as I appreciate the choice of a good wine..."
"She'll have a diet Coke with me." America finished and you winked at her.
Stephen rolled his eyes. "I spent a good fifteen minutes in the wine cellar choosing this wine."
"Well, I'm sure I'll enjoy it properly," Wong said, opening the bottle and pouring himself a full glass of the red wine. He raised the glass to his nose and inhaled deeply before taking a sip. "I really deserve this after the week I've had."
"It's only Tuesday." Stephen said, placing the plate back in front of you. He was clearly going to start serving America, but the teenager was in too much of a hurry to wait and began serving herself, putting a little bit of everything on her plate and carefully assembling a pyramid of food.
"You're going to get a stomachache." Stephen warned as he began to serve himself, but America just shrugged.
Wong helped himself too and soon you guys engaged in a heated conversation about which dish was the best and in the midst of all the silly talk, while eating and laughing like a family, you found yourself thinking that what made you want to celebrate your birthday was that you felt like you belonged to a real family now. Stephen, Wong and America were your family and there was nothing more incredible than spending time with them.
"Just a little bit" Stephen insisted, indicating that you try the roast pork, but you grimaced and refused.
"I feel like I'm going to explode if I eat any more." You confessed "I'm sure it will be good for dinner tomorrow. In fact, I thought we could save some for tomorrow's dinner and make some lunch boxes with the rest to send to the compound. What do you guys think?"
Wong nodded, wiping his lips and finishing what must have been his fourth or fifth glass of wine. "That's a great idea. The food is good, I'd hate for anything to go to waste."
"The lasagna will stay." Stephen demanded as he poured himself another piece of it. "This is extremely delicious."
You couldn't help but smile as you watched him eat. There must have been something about watching your man eat because you found it extremely cute and sexy.
"Okay, the lasagna will stay." You said, bringing your napkin up to his chin to wipe a drop of sauce off his goatee, which made him blush slightly.
...
Stephen smiled broadly as you listened to America explaining the feeling of entering the mirror dimension for the first time and you knew that he saw himself in each new discovery of hers, that as Wong had pointed out several times, he saw himself in America and he liked that. Stephen always told you that you had made him a better man, but you couldn't take all the credit for his growth as a person, America had a big part in that. It was after she arrived that he finally lost his fear of being loved and even though he didn't talk about it, you knew that America was a kind of replacement for the little sister he lost.
"Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to clear the table." Wong announced with a pompous gesture with his fingers and everything simply disappeared. You didn't even question the physics of it anymore, you were just grateful that their magic saved you from having to wash so many dishes.
"Is it time yet?" America asked impatiently and Stephen shook his head.
"What are you two up to?" You asked curiously and Stephen just laughed softly, standing up.
"Trust me, you'll like it. But first, I hope you have saved some place for the dessert." He said, making his own pompous gesture with his fingers and a beautiful cake materialized in front of you. It was round, full of colorful sprinkles and on it was the words "Happy birthday, sweetheart" with a single lit candle.
Before you could process the fact that this was the first birthday cake you had since you became an adult, Stephen, America and Wong started singing 'happy birthday to you' as out of tune as possible and before you knew it, you were crying, but you were also laughing and smiling, and it was undeniable that you were happy.
"Make a wish" America asked before you blew out the candle. "I wish..." You began, but were interrupted by Stephen.
"It needs to be a secret or it won't come true."
You nodded, closing your eyes and thinking about your wish with all your might, and then you blew out the candle.
You definitely shouldn't have eaten the second piece of cake, but it was so good that it was impossible to deny it, and besides, there would always be the next day to make up for the excess calories, right? America, on the other hand, didn't seem worried about the calories she had consumed, but thinking about the amount of strength training that Stephen and Wong were subjecting her to, added to the fact that she was a teenager in full physical development, you knew there was no real reason for her to worry about it, and so she devoured the fourth slice quickly before looking at Stephen with her pleading eyes.
"Come on, it's time." She almost begged impatiently. Wong smirked, finishing his own slice of cake.
"Well, I guess it really is time. We have to go back to Kamar Taj after all."
You had moved your chair away from the table enough so that you could sit sideways in it and rest your back against Stephen's chest who was sitting right behind you. The excess sugar and carbohydrates were starting to kick in and you felt slightly sleepy.
"What exactly are you guys up to?" You asked interestedly. Somehow you knew that whatever it was had to do with you. America smiled broadly at Stephen, but it was Wong who answered and with a simple gesture of his fingers, a large, old and heavy book appeared in the air and fell into your lap.
"Oh my god, what is this?" You asked sitting up straight and picking up the book and placing it on the table to look at it. It had a reddish leather cover and gold lettering that read "The magic and mystery of the New York Sanctum."
"It tells the story of the Sanctum, its mysteries, peculiarities, rooms and secret passages, as well as the great events that happened here." Wong said proudly. "Theoretically it should belong to the master of the Sanctum, but since we agreed that the one who really runs the house is you, I decided that you should keep it. It is a humble gift, but of extreme value and it is also a way of saying that you are part of our world."
You couldn't help but feel emotional with those words. Since the beginning, you always wanted to be accepted and welcomed by Wong and you indeed got what you wanted and much more. You had his friendship. "This is... I don't even know what this is..." You found yourself whispering as your fingers caressed the cover of the book because your voice refused to come out.
"A small demonstration of my affection for you, Y/n. Happy birthday and thanks for making Strange a lot less unpleasant." Wong said with a smile at you that turned into a teasing smirk.
"You can compliment her without offending me, you know?" Stephen complained to which Wong shrugged.
"Sure, but it wouldn't be the same."
"Okay, now it's my turn!" America said, butting in. "Remember when we went to the mall and you were eyeing that dress?"
You put your hand over your mouth in disbelief when America made a white box materialize in front of you on the table. "No!"
"Yes!" She answered so excitedly that it seemed like the gift was for her. "I didn't understand why you didn't buy it, but after Stephen told me that Tony was having a party to celebrate your birthday, I knew you had to go dressed in it."
"But it was too expensive! That's why I didn't buy it."
"Well, I had some savings saved up and know that neither Stephen nor Wong had to give a dime to it. It's all me." She said proudly.
You opened the box, removing the silk and finally looking at the beautiful pink dress inside. "Argh, I hate you, kid! Come here, give me a hug."
America's smile widened as she walked around the table and ran to hug you.
"You're my best friend, Y/n."
"Oh, and you're mine."
The two of you were interrupted by Stephen clearing his throat exaggeratedly. "I think it's my turn now."
America stuck her tongue out at him and returned to her seat.
"Well, what could it be?" You teased and he smirked. "I heard you like this particular band, so I thought you might like this..." He moved his fingers and a beautiful vinyl of the album X by Cigarettes After Sex appeared in his hand. He didn't bother to wrap it, but there was a small red bow around the object.
You took the vinyl from his hands in a not-so-delicate way and a soft squeal escaped your lips, such was your ecstasy. "Oh my... there were only 500 copies, how did you..."
"Turn it over to see the back." He instructed proudly and when you did so you almost fell out of your chair. In beautiful script written in silver permanent marker it said "To you, Y/n, with all my love, Greg."
Your jaw dropped and you stared at Stephen and then at the vinyl and then at Stephen again and then at the vinyl trying to believe that this was real. "How..."
"Too much coercion and threats." America said teasingly and Stephen glared at her.
"He likes the Avengers. I promised I'd get him an autograph from Captain America."
You couldn't help but laugh "You're kidding."
He shook his head "I swear. But tell me, did you like it?"
You wrapped the vinyl in an awkward tight hug "What do you think?"
Stephen smirked "I think I deserve a kiss." He said holding your face in his hands and pulling you to his lips.
"Ew." You heard America complain, but at that moment, you didn't care.
"I think that's our cue. Shall we go?!" You heard Wong say as they stood up.
...
"I still can't believe everything they did for me tonight." You said still amazed by the incredible night they had given you.
You and Stephen were lying on the couch in the living room and Wong and America had just left back to Kamar Taj. The TV was on, and you had put on a random horror movie to play, but it was safe to say that neither you nor Stephen were giving a damn about the seemingly bizarre scenes on the screen.
Your bodies were so close that you could feel the heat emanating through Stephen's comfortable clothes, your legs were comfortably intertwined, and your ear was glued to his chest so you could hear the soft beating of his heart and that was the most beautiful sound in the world to you.
"You deserve everything we did and even more." Stephen answered after a minute of silence. His arms were tightly around your body, and he caressed your arms absentmindedly. "You are so loved, Y/n. Not only by me, but by everyone around you. There is something about you that is impossible not to like."
You smiled to yourself hearing those words. They seemed so foreign to you. As someone who grew up with the feeling of rejection rooted within you, it was difficult to receive love or simply understand it as something positive. For a long time you were afraid to love or be loved for fear of losing it.
"Thank you for loving me." You said simply and Stephen kissed your forehead affectionately.
"It's not like it's something hard to do." He joked.
"I spent my whole life thinking the opposite. I always saw myself as someone unlovable. You, Wong, America, Tony and all my Avengers friends showed me that wasn't true and I'm very grateful for that." You confessed, raising your head to look at him.
Stephen was so beautiful. You would never get used to the beauty of those cheekbones and that jaw, much less the color of his eyes and that goatee. The combination of all the details took your breath away every time you looked at him the way you were looking at him now.
"I love it when you look at me like that." He said smirking as if he could read your mind.
"Like what?"
"Like I'm the most important person in your life."
You smile, resting your chin on his chest. "But you are. I love you, Doctor Stephen Strange."
He smiled broadly, cupping your cheek. "And I you." He paused to think for a moment and then asked, "Can I ask what your wish was?"
You had to force your mind out of the trance his gaze had put you in and only then did you realize what he was talking about. "I thought it had to be a secret."
"I won't tell anyone." He said, smirking and making your heart flutter.
"I wished that you would stay in my life forever. That nothing would ever take the three of you away from me." You finally confessed and his smirk gave way to a sweet, open smile.
"You are so loved, sweetheart. I'm sorry the world made you think otherwise, but we are here every day to change that, to make this stubborn, anxious little head of yours understand that you are special.”
"I always feel special when I'm with you."
"Thank goodness because you are. I love you and again, Happy birthday." He said pulling you to his lips and just like that all your doubts, anxiety and tiredness of the day disappeared.
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Synopsis: On days when Defender struggles and the stares of others make him question whether he even belongs in that universe, the reader's love and care is the only thing that can make him feel better.
Word Count: 4,6k
Warnings: SMUT: Oral sex with male receiving, daddy roleplay (just a little), slight male domination, deep throat, cum eating.
A/N: This one belongs to the multi stephens universe. It was supposed to be full smut, but something changed along the way and it ended up a little sad, with a fluffy ending. Really hope you guys enjoy it and have a nice reading;)
Defender was tired. More than usual. The day had been extremely exhausting with training at Kamar Taj and preparations for the next mission that had left him stuck in the Avengers Tower all afternoon.
After what seemed like a 24-hour shift, he still had the brilliant—not so brilliant—idea to stop at the market to buy ingredients for dinner. At the time it seemed like a good idea since he liked to cook to relax, but as he walked home with paper bags full of groceries in his hands, he wasn't so sure anymore.
He had walked home instead of simply opening a portal because he didn't like using magic to do normal things, but a part of him that afternoon knew that the real reason he had walked the three blocks even though he was super tired was because he didn't want to have people staring at him even more than usual.
Since arriving in that universe, Defender had been receiving hostile looks from people on the streets. Stephen said that he also received them, and it was true, but the intensity and frequency of those stares were less with him because he was the Doctor Strange of that universe. Defender, on the other hand, was an intruder. A stranger from an universe that he should ironically have defended and failed to.
That thought accompanied him on the way home, contributing to making him feel even more down than he already was after the meeting with the Avengers - where he discovered that he would have to leave on a mission in two days.
It was Friday, and all he didn't want was to have to travel on Sunday after the tiring week he had.
When the Sanctum door opened and closed for him as it always did, he was greeted by the house's welcome silence, but also by the stunning figure that ran towards him: flowing hair, barefoot, and a white babydoll that was transparent enough to reveal her beautiful breasts.
You ran towards him with enthusiasm, and he barely had time to put the bags on the counter and get past the entrance hall when you caught up with him and simply threw yourself into his arms, kissing him with an intensity that was clearly not the usual welcoming kiss. You practically devoured him in that kiss. Tongue, teeth, saliva.
Everything showed that something was different, and no matter how tired he was, his body responded to that kiss in all the right ways.
When you finally broke the kiss so you could breathe, Defender didn't have time to speak or even think because you simply knelt at his feet, gazing at him with loving eyes.
"I waited patiently for you, daddy, but you took so long." You made a point of pouting, which made his cock throb immediately in his confines.
He wasn't expecting a reception like that. Especially since it was Friday, and Fridays belonged to Stephen, but he didn't see the good doctor there, and at that moment he had no intention of questioning, so he just brought one of his hands to your face and cupped your cheek affectionately and let out a soft chuckle.
"I had a complicated day, baby. But if I'd known you were waiting for me like this, daddy would have tried to hurry." He said, allowing himself to tune into your behavior, and you almost purred in response, leaning your face against his hand and closing your eyes as if that touch was the thing you'd been waiting for your whole life.
The use of the word "daddy" and the dominance it implied wasn't really his thing, but he knew you liked it, and it was something very common between you and your Stephen, so when you rarely sought him out in that way, he'd play along and always ended up enjoying it quite a bit. Control was his thing after all.
"I don't think I've ever seen this beautiful babydoll before. Did you buy it to wear with daddy on a special occasion?" He probed, and you nodded.
"Yes. But I couldn't wait until tomorrow, and today seems as special an occasion as any because you're here and I love you."
That made Stephen's heart leap in his chest. He never doubted your love for him, but it was always special when you spoke the words that way.
"And now that I know you've had a tough day, I want to make it up to you even more." You said, taking both hands to his belt and slowly unbuckling it. At no point did you break eye contact, and the image of you dressed like that, kneeling in front of him and opening the fly of his pants was powerful enough to elicit a groan from his throat.
He definitely wasn't expecting a reception like that, but he was loving every second of it.
You eagerly slipped your hand inside his underwear and pulled his cock out, immediately spitting on it to get it wet enough for you to slide your hands up and down. Both hands. Squeezing it hard enough to make him see stars, but never too hard. Those hands were magic. He never tired of saying how fascinated he was by your touch.
"Shit, baby. Daddy wasn't expecting that." He exclaimed, watching in amazement as you danced the tip of your tongue on his head while slowly moving your hands along its length. It was simple and efficient. And just like that, you had him literally and especially metaphorically in your hands. Melting for you.
"But you want it, don't you?" You asked, giving his head a light suck. The act quick enough to tease him and make him beg for more. No. Not begging. You didn't want him to beg that night, you wanted him to demand.
"Oh fuck yes, my sweet girl. Daddy wants it so much. Just look how hard daddy's cock is right now. It's painful. You must take care of it for daddy, okay? Make me feel good."
You moaned into his dick. Loud and obscenely, you ran your lips down its length, giving light sucks interspersed with licks, and Defender found himself intertwining his fingers in your hair. He brushed it away from your face and held it in an improvised ponytail, which gave him a much better view of his work on him. And he loved watching as you took him in your mouth, but he knew you didn't want his submissive side to show that night. You needed him to take control. You were craving his dominance, and that's what he gave you.
"That's right, baby girl, mouth feels good rubbing daddy's cock like that, but I need more now." He said, taking his cock in one hand and giving himself a couple of jerks before ordering.
"Open that mouth for me. Wider. That's a good girl," he said, watching you obey him completely. He shoved his cock halfway into your mouth. It was as much as you could take without gagging, and you immediately started sucking, emptying your cheeks to increase the suction, and his legs trembled as a loud groan escaped his mouth. Too loud.
Your mouth was warm, wet, and delicious. Your tongue worked wonders around his cock as you sucked it, and that was always enough for him. Defender liked gentle, slow oral sex. He liked that you took him at your own pace, without forcing it too much, without going too deep. For him, it was more than enough, but at that moment he felt tempted to demand more.
He took advantage of the fact that he already had your hair in his hand and pushed your head down, making you take it deeper, and that made you hum happily and immediately relax your mouth so he could fuck you the way you wanted. And the wet sound his cock made going in and out of your mouth was the most obscene and delicious thing Defender had ever heard in his life. He was so hard, his cock throbbed with every thrust he gave, and he knew that if he continued at that pace he would end up cumming in your mouth.
"F-fuck baby, mouth feels so good that makes daddy want to cum." He said, going even deeper and watching you gag around him. Tears welled up in your eyes, and for some reason that made him smile, but he pulled his cock out of your mouth and caressed your cheek affectionately.
"My sweet baby likes it when daddy fucks her throat, doesn't she? Is that why you're crying? Happy tears?" He teased.
You smiled and nodded. "Yes, daddy. Please want more."
That made the corners of his lips curve into a smug smile. "Yeah? But daddy will come real soon if we keep this up."
You gave a light bite to your lower lip before replying, "Promise?"
Defender found himself groaning at that. You were such a dirty little thing. He had never seen a woman enjoy cum as much as you did.
"Is that what you want? Want to take cum in your mouth? Will you swallow it all for daddy?"
You nodded. "Yes. And I'll love it."
"I know. You are such a dirty little girl. Aren't you?"
"Just for you." You replied, opening your mouth wider for him. Defender directed his cock into your mouth again and began to move your head the way he wanted. You just rested your hands on his thighs, but let him guide you completely, going deep into your throat.
"Oh shit, that's a good girl." He found himself groaning as he felt his whole body tingle with the sensation of the approaching orgasm. He didn't fight it, he wanted it so badly, it was almost painful.
"F-fuck baby, gonna cum." He warned you when it arrived like a huge wave covering all his senses until only the sensation of his cock in the warmth of your mouth existed.
"S-shit... take it. F-fucking take it." He groaned moving your head and stopping completely, letting his cum fill your mouth. It was so much of it. He hadn't come all week and had barely realized how much he needed it.
When he finished and pulled out, you immediately swallowed the little bit of cum that hadn't gone down your throat with a satisfied little smile. "It was delicious, daddy."
Defender chuckled incredulously, but pleasantly satisfied with the whole thing. However, he made a point of holding your hand and helping you to your feet. There was a limit to how much he could bear the idea of having you like that in front of him. It was as if it went against his nature. To him, you were the most important thing in the entire multiverse.
He was the one who should be kneeling.
He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly.
"I love you, baby."
You cupped his cheek delicately and kissed him. This time the kiss was calm, soft, and you took the lead the way he liked. When you broke to breathe and threatened to pull away, he held you close and rested his forehead on yours, allowing himself to close his eyes and enjoy that moment with you a little longer.
He was still tired, of course, but the bad mood and persistent sadness had eased.
That was your effect on him. You healed him.
Eventually you pulled away and your cheeks flushed slightly as you took the lead and went back to fastening his belts, straightening his red and black robes. It was as if you were becoming aware of just how naughty you had been in that moment.
"What's that?" He teased, caressing your cheek.
You bit your lower lip and confessed, "I don't know what came over me."
He smiled. "I liked it. Very much. I was surprised, but positively surprised."
You nodded, still looking insecure about everything. "I know you're not very into the daddy thing..."
"I like it. I prefer when you take the lead, you know, but I like it. And you get really cute when you are in your baby girl mode." He teased.
That made you blush even harder, and he loved it. He loved how someone so dirty could be so shy sometimes. He loved everything about you.
You glanced away from him for a second, looking at the counter. "You brought groceries."
He had completely forgotten. "Oh, yes. I thought about cooking dinner for us tonight."
You smiled from ear to ear. You loved it when he cooked for you and enjoyed watching him do it. Part of him thought you had a kink for seeing him in the kitchen wearing an apron.
"What are you going to make?" you asked excitedly.
"I haven't decided yet. I bought ingredients to cook risotto with potatoes and a steak with Madeira sauce, and also to make homemade pizza. What do you prefer?"
You pretended to think for a moment before answering. "Pizza."
"Of course." He chuckled softly. Pizza was your favorite food, and since you discovered that Brazilians made sweet pizzas with all sorts of toppings, it had become your favorite dessert too. Knowing this, he had prepared himself by buying a jar of Nutella and a box of strawberries.
"But first I need a shower, baby." He admitted it. The heat in Kathmandu was almost unbearable at that time of year, and he was sweaty and feeling dirty under those heavy robes.
"Can I join you?" You asked softly with a small smile in your lips.
"Yes. Just help me with the groceries first, okay?"
You nodded happily, taking the lead. "I'll take the groceries, and you go upstairs. I'll meet you in a minute."
He nodded, watching you carry the bags to the kitchen. Your beautiful ass fully on display in the tiny babydoll you were wearing.
Stephen's mood had improved considerably by the time he finally entered the bathroom and began to undress. Boots first, robes later. He caught himself looking in the mirror for a second. The lines on his face seemed slightly deeper than the last time he checked, there were dark circles under his eyes, and a multitude of battle scars across his torso and arms.
And to think he used to be so careful about his appearance. But that was before the accident.
It wasn't that he didn't care about those things anymore, he just didn't live for them.
Rationally, he knew that much of what he saw in the mirror that afternoon was tiredness. If he had the privilege of spending two weeks at home without worrying about Kamar Taj or anything else related to his role as a master of the mystic arts, he was sure he would feel better.
Defender turned on the shower, adjusting it to get the water hot the way he liked it. He took out the elastic band that held his ponytail and let the strands fall over his shoulders, finally stepping under the spray and let the hot water hit the back of his neck.
It was almost painfully hot, the way he liked it. Steam was already beginning to gather against the tiles, the steady sound of water filled the room, echoing faintly against the walls. For a moment he did nothing, he simply stood there, the heat soaked slowly into muscles that had been tight since early morning, shoulders aching from training, back stiff from hours spent sitting in strategy meetings, mind even more exhausted than his body. He tilted his head back slightly and let the water run through his hair, his fingers moved through it absently, pushing it back.
Then he stopped moving again, just breathing, just letting the water run.
For one full minute he allowed himself to exist without thinking about missions, universes, responsibilities, or the heavy weight that seemed permanently lodged somewhere behind his ribs.
He didn’t even notice when you entered, the shift in the air was subtle. The soft sound of bare feet against tile was almost lost beneath the shower. It wasn’t until you stepped beside him that he became aware of your presence.
He turned his head slightly and you were there naked, warm light catching along the curve of your shoulders and collarbone, droplets of steam clinging to your skin. Beautiful in that effortless way you always were to him, as if his mind had permanently fixed you in that state.
You didn’t ask permission. You never did, and he never needed you to. You simply reached for the soft sponge resting on the small shelf and squeezed a generous amount of soap onto it before stepping behind him. The faint scent of verbena filled the steam as you began to work the sponge across his back. Slowly, deliberately, across his shoulders first, gentle circles that made his muscles loosen almost immediately. Then down his arms, the sponge sliding along his skin while the water continued to run over both of you.
Stephen let out a quiet breath through his nose, his eyes drifted shut for a moment, the simple act of being touched, of being cared for like this, did something to him that he never quite managed to explain.
“Are you okay?” Your voice came softly over the sound of the water. Stephen opened his eyes again but kept facing forward. He didn’t lie to you, there was no point. You would hear it in his voice immediately. You always did.
“I’m just tired,” he said, the words leaving him with a heavy exhale. “Very tired.”
The sponge moved down his back while the hot water rinsed away the soap in slow streams. Then she crouched slightly behind him, working carefully over his lower back, his hips, the back of his thighs, there was nothing ceremonial about it, no hesitation, just familiarity. You had done this dozens of times before, and God, he loved it.
He loved the quiet intimacy of it. The way you treated his body like something ordinary instead of something powerful or dangerous.
“I think I’m just tired of feeling unwanted in this fucking universe.” The confession left his mouth before he could second-guess it. His voice threatened to crack slightly on the last word, but he swallowed the weakness down and kept still while you reached for the bottle of shampoo.
A cool line of liquid spread across his scalp before your fingers moved through his hair.
“I know.”
Of course you knew.
Your fingers worked the shampoo through the strands, nails lightly scratching against his scalp in a way that sent small waves of relief down his spine.
You saw the looks too, everyone did. It was part of why he sometimes avoided going out with you, even though he loved doing those things. Movies, restaurants, theater, opera. Normal human experiences that Defender had once taken for granted. The way people looked at him always ruined it eventually. Not openly hostile, not always. But curious, suspicious, like he didn’t quite belong, like he was a mistake in the fabric of that universe.
And the worst part wasn’t their judgment, it was that a piece of him believed it too. How could he allow himself things like dinners and laughter and love when he had allowed his own universe to be destroyed? Billions of lives. Gone. Because of him.
“Rinse.” Your voice broke through the spiral.
Stephen obeyed without thinking, leaning forward slightly under the spray so the shampoo washed from his hair. Water ran down his face and chest in hot streams before disappearing along the drain.
“Don’t do that to yourself.” Your tone held the faintest edge of reprimand.
Stephen almost laughed quietly under his breath. He didn’t know how you did it, but you always seemed to know exactly what he was thinking.
You squeezed conditioner into your palm and began working it through his hair again, slower this time, your fingers combed through the strands carefully while your nails traced faint lines against his scalp.
Stephen closed his eyes again, his shoulders dropped another inch.
“We can’t do anything about how people see you in this universe,” you said gently behind him. “But you can stop torturing yourself by thinking the same things about yourself.”
He sighed, he knew you were right.
“Turn around.”
He obeyed. He always obeyed.
Defender turned under the stream of water until he was facing you. Droplets ran down your hair and over your shoulders as you lifted the sponge again, working it across his chest now. The sponge slid slowly over his skin, across the center of his chest, up along his collarbone, then to his neck. You rose onto the tips of your toes and kissed him.
He didn’t rush it, he just let the kiss happen at your pace, soft and unhurried under the steady fall of hot water. His hands rested lightly at your waist, fingers barely moving. That was all he wanted in that moment. To stop leading, to stop holding everything together, to simply exist inside the rhythm you set.
Completely different from what you had needed earlier.
“I love you, Stephen,” you said quietly, cupping his face. Water dripped from your hair between you. “I can’t control how people make you feel. But I hope my love is enough to ease it.”
Your thumbs brushed lightly along his cheekbones. “It’s unbearable for me to see you sad like this. You’re the most incredible man in this universe. The sweetest of the Stephens. You deserve the world.”
Your voice softened even more. “But I hope my love is enough.”
Stephen closed his eyes for a moment and let the words settle inside him.
The warmth of the water, the warmth of your hands, the steady beat of his heart finally slowing, then he opened his eyes again, a small smile touched the corner of his mouth as his fingers lifted to brush gently along your cheeks.
“It is,” he said quietly, his thumb tracing the curve beneath your eye. “God… your love is everything, baby.”
...
Steam still clung faintly to Stephen’s skin when he stepped into the kitchen of the Sanctum, his hair was still damp, dark strands wetting the long-sleeved shirt he had pulled on. A pair of soft gray sweatpants hung low on his hips, comfortable and familiar.
The scent of verbena soap followed both of you into the room. You looked much the same as when you had stepped out of the bathroom, barefoot, wearing tiny knit shorts and one of Stephen’s old band t-shirts that hung loosely on your body. The fabric was faded with age, the U2 logo cracked from years of washing.
Your hair was still wet, small droplets slid slowly down your neck.
The kitchen lights were warm and low, casting a golden glow across the wooden counters of the Sanctum. Outside the tall windows the night had settled over New York, but inside everything felt quiet and contained. Safe.
Nick Cave played softly through the speaker near the sink, the deep gravel of his voice blending into the background without demanding attention. It had always been Stephen’s favorite band and he could only be grateful that they existed in that universe too.
Defender had tied an apron around his waist, something embarrassingly domestic that you insisted he wear whenever he cooked. The fabric looked faintly ridiculous over the otherwise relaxed clothes, and he was very aware of it, but you liked it, so he wore it.
He stood at the large central counter, flour dusting his hands as he worked the pizza dough. Magic allowing the steady rhythm of kneading that filled the comfortable silence between the notes of the music.
Across from him you were busy with your own task, cutting pepperoni and grating cheese into a bowl.
But you kept looking at him, Stephen noticed.
Even while your hands moved, even while you focused on the cutting board, your eyes drifted back to him again and again, watching him the way you always did, as if he were something precious, like he was the most important thing in the world.
And the strange thing was that he believed you, he knew he was. Not in the arrogant way Stephen Strange might once have believed something like that, but with the quiet certainty that lived in the way you looked at him. That certainty was the only thing that kept him going some days.
He pressed his palms into the dough one last time before dividing it. Three portions.
His hands worked quickly, guided by habit. Then, with a small flick of his fingers, barely more than a subtle movement, white sparks shimmered briefly and the three pieces of dough vanished, reappearing perfectly flattened in the waiting pizza pans beside him. Ready for toppings.
“Okay, that was cheeting.” You laughed as you approached, carrying the bowls of cheese and pepperoni toward him.
“Saving time, baby.” Stephen took the bowls from your hands without the slightest hint of shame.
You leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before looking down at the prepared pans.
“I think we might be going a little overboard with the amount.”
Stephen didn’t think so. He was starving, and he also knew the other two Stephens would likely be arriving soon. “Trust me, baby.”
You nodded as you watched him sprinkle cheese across two of the pizzas.
“And the other one?” Your brow furrowed in confusion as you reached for the shared wine glass on the counter. You took a long sip before handing it to him.
Stephen drank from it as well.
“Take a look on top of the counter.” He nodded toward the paper bag resting near the edge of it.
You moved toward it and looked inside.
“No way!” Your voice jumped with excitement.
“Nutella and strawberry pizza? Baby, you’re spoiling me like this.”
Stephen hummed in quiet satisfaction while finishing the savory pizzas. “Can you cut the strawberries for me while I put these in the oven?”
You didn’t hesitate. You hurried across the kitchen, almost bouncing on your feet as you grabbed the strawberries and a knife.
“Is there any cheese left?”
“A little. Why?” Stephen asked while sliding the pizzas into the oven.
You didn’t answer immediately, instead you continued working at the counter, slicing the strawberries carefully into small pieces.
Stephen found himself watching you again, the way your shoulders moved, the way your damp hair clung lightly to your back, the way you hummed softly along with the music without realizing it.
God. He was unbelievably lucky.
Before he could stop himself, he stepped behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. The embrace wasn’t sexual, there was no urgency left in him since the hunger from earlier had already been satisfied. This was something gentler. Affection, admiration. Simple warmth.
His chin rested near your shoulder while he held you.
“What do you have in mind for the cheese?” He asked, pressing a small kiss against your shoulder.
“I like cheese with chocolate. I thought it might be interesting.”
Stephen laughed quietly. Interesting was certainly a brave way to describe it. But he was cooking for you and that was your pizza.
“So… Nutella, strawberry, and cheese pizza then.”
You chuckled softly and turned in his arms. Your arms wrapped around him as you rose onto your toes to kiss him. Stephen bent down to meet your lips.
“I love you, Defender Strange.”
His smile came instantly and his heart jumped in his chest. He doubted he would ever get used to hearing you say that while looking at him like that.
“I love you too, baby. You make me feel at home.”
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Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader x Defender!Strange
Synopsis: Left alone with her thoughts, the reader struggles with worry and desire as Stephen tests the boundaries between affection and restraint
Word Count: 1,4k
Warnings: A bit of sex talk, nothing too graphic. Basically comfort and fluff.
A/N: This blurb has been on my drafts for quite a long time and finally got the time to edit and post. Is a short one, but hope you guys enjoy it anyway ;)
It was late at night and you were lying on the couch wrapped in a fluffy blanket. The TV was on and after searching for a long time you chose a movie to watch, but you weren’t really watching it because every two minutes you checked your phone to see if there was any message from Defender, always sighing in disappointment when you saw there was none.
The movie credits rolled, the first few scenes of the film passed, and all you knew about it was that it was a period thriller about a serial killer. You checked your phone again and then put it aside and settled in comfortably to actually watch the movie.
It was Sunday and Defender was supposed to be home for dinner, but he didn’t come and didn’t call or send a text to say what had happened. You were sad and missing him because it had been a week since he left on a mission with Wong and other masters, but above all, you were worried. What if something had happened?
You shook your head trying to push those thoughts out of your mind and focus on the movie, which was proving to be darker and more interesting than you expected, and it didn’t take long for you to be completely absorbed in the story.
You were about thirty minutes into the movie when you heard footsteps approaching and Stephen came closer dressed in sweatpants and a long-sleeved white T-shirt.
“What are you watching?” he asked and you moved to the side and lifted the blanket so he could snuggle in next to you.
“From Hell. It’s a thriller with Johnny Depp,” you replied, curling up comfortably against his chest, your legs tangling with his. Not satisfied, you wrapped your arms around him and buried your nose in his neck, inhaling deeply.
“Never heard of it,” he said giggling. “What are you doing?”
You hummed contentedly. “You smell so good and you’re so warm.” You made a point of rubbing your feet, which somehow were cold even under the heavy blanket, against his legs.
“Shit, sweetheart, your feet are freezing,” he complained, instinctively pulling his legs away from your feet.
“I’m cold. I don’t know how you manage to be so warm all the time.”
He smirked. “It’s one of my many qualities.”
You nodded, going back to nuzzling his neck. “What is that smell?”
“Good?” he asked.
“Delicious. It’s fresh, kind of citrusy. Those are my favorite.”
“Mine too. It’s a new cologne that Supreme bought. I stole it from him to try it, but now that I know you liked it so much, I don’t know if I’ll give it back.”
You chuckled. “You guys act like teenagers sometimes, you know that?”
He hummed, watching you rest your head on his chest again and then gently stroked your hair, the tips of his fingers brushing your scalp.
“Any news from Defender?” he asked, turning his attention back to the TV.
“Nothing,” you replied, discouraged, and then the movie cut to a sex scene where the girl was riding the guy sensually and Stephen hummed in satisfaction.
“I love it when you ride me like that.”
He said, and you lifted your head to glance at him.
“You never let me ride you.”
“That’s not true,” he replied indignantly.
You chuckled. “Can you remember the last time you let me be on top?”
He thought for a minute. “It can’t have been that long.”
“Stephen, you’re always in control,” you said, turning your attention back to the movie, which was getting more macabre by the minute, but Stephen wasn’t willing to let it go.
“Why do you say that? Am I not satisfying you enough?”
You looked at him, cupping his face. “What? Of course you are. I only said that you don’t usually give up control, but I don’t mind.” You kissed him reassuringly and turned your attention back to the movie, but right after that you felt his hand caressing your back and moving down to your ass, giving your cheek a little squeeze.
“I like being on top, you know? And I know you like it too.”
He held your chin, lifting your face to kiss you. His tongue forced its way between your lips and you hummed, surrendering to the intensity of the kiss while he squeezed your backside again and lifted your shirt with the other hand, cupping your breast and giving it a small squeeze, circling your nipple with his thumb until it was stiff under your bra.
You broke the kiss to breathe. “I like it, but I like being on top sometimes too, it feels good.”
He hummed positively. “I’ll remember that.” He promised, tightening you in his arms and his hand threatened to slip inside your pants, but you held it in place.
“Stephen, you know you won’t get any tonight, right?” you said trying to return your attention to the movie, but he kissed you again as if that could convince you.
“Come on, sweetheart, you just said you were cold. There’s no better way of getting warm.”
You chuckled. “That was cheesy, even for you, Steph.”
He let out a small laugh. “But it’s true.”
He tried again to put his hand under your pants and you held it once more, stopping him.
“Stephen!”
“What?”
“It’s Defender’s night, remember?”
He rolled his eyes. “I don’t see him here, do you?”
You looked at him slightly irritated, but before you could answer your phone started ringing and you ran to answer it when you saw Defender’s name on the screen. Actually, his timing couldn’t have been better.
“Speaking of the devil,” Stephen grumbled.
“Hey, baby,” you said in a sugary voice that made Stephen roll his eyes.
“Hey love, I’m calling to say I won’t be able to come home tonight and I probably won’t make it tomorrow either.”
You sighed, disappointed but not surprised. “It’s okay baby, just tell me you’re okay.”
“I’m fine. We all are.”
“Good. Do you know when you’ll be able to come home?”
“I hope to be home by Tuesday. I’m sorry to disappoint you, baby.”
You shook your head. “It’s okay. I understand. Just promise you’ll be careful so I can stay calm. No playing hero.”
He chuckled. “But I am a hero, remember?”
You rolled your eyes. “Stephen, I’m serious!”
“I know. I promise I’ll be careful.”
You sighed.
“I need to go now. Tell Stephen I sent him a message with details about the mission.”
“Okay.”
“Love you, baby.”
“Love you.”
Stephen waited for you to hang up the phone in silence and then asked, “He’s not coming back tonight?”
You shook your head. “Only on Tuesday. He said he left a message for you explaining about the mission.”
Stephen nodded, glancing at you in silence as you rested your head on his chest again.
“So… now we can continue from where we left off.”
You slapped his shoulder. “I want to kill you sometimes, you know that?”
He chuckled. “But you love me. You tell me every day how much you love me.”
You looked at him trying not to laugh or smile at him, but the corners of your mouth betrayed you, curving into a smirk. “I hate you right now,” you said giggling and kissing him deeply as you surrendered to his charm.
Stephen let out a soft laugh before grabbing you and pulling you closer to get on top of him.
“What if I let you be on top now? Will you hate me a little less?”
You straddled him and sat on top of his already hard and pulsing cock. Your own core throbbing and aching for him too. “Ten percent less perhaps.”
Stephen smirked, bringing both hands to your waist and lightly bit his lower lip.
“And what if I let you control the whole thing? Pretty much like Defender does?” he suggested, but you chuckled ironically.
“That goes against your nature, but I think I want to test it.” You said, taking his hands and moving them away. “Let’s start by not touching except when I let you touch me.”
Stephen complied but couldn’t hold back a snarky comment. “Or when you beg for it, you mean.”
No matter what you said, in the end your Stephen always managed to get everything from you, and that night would be no different.
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Saw a piece of an interview where Benedict was talking about Doctor Strange and was caught in realization that I just dont care anymore. I waited and waited and while I was waiting I saw plenty of small characters being treated way better than they are treating him in the MCU and then this whole thing with Doomsday where we still dont know if he is showing up or not. You know what? I am done. I am done with Marvel. I am done with the MCU and I just dont give a shit anymore. They say Iron Man is returning? Okay, good for those who still care. Doctor Strange is still having his third movie? Good for Benedict who will be paid well so he can do more of the stuff he really like doing. But what about your love for Stephen? you might me asking. My love for him doesnt depend of new content and thats been proved since we are without it for four years already. I create my own content. I am still here after all, right? Most of the people who was here four years a go writing about how they loved him are gone. I am still here in the end. I will always be here. Oh, but you wont be watching any of the stuff Marvel is making? Of course I will. I will consume any kind of content as fuel to my own creative fire. But I just dont care anymore.
Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader x Supreme!Strange (just a little bit at the beggining)
Synopsis: An accidental sex injury becomes the spark that leads Stephen to an unexpected self-discovery. What does it reveal about a man who clings to control, when surrender begins to feel just as intoxicating?
Word Count: 4k
Warnings: Mentions of sex bruise (accidental) and jealousy. Smut: Light female domination, oral sex with male receiving, unprotected penetrative sex, use of pelvic muscles techniques, overstimulation (?)
A/N: This one shot has been roting in my drafts since January and I think is quite poetical to close the year with it. I really hope you guys like it and have as much fun reading it as I had writing it ;)
You couldn’t stop giggling, naked, sitting on the floor, and you could barely say how you’d ended up there. Everything had happened so fast — one moment you were fucking like two horny animals, and then you were on the floor, laughing so hard your eyes were watering.
“Y/n, this isn’t funny. Are you okay?” Stephen asked, and something about the seriousness in his voice, the hand resting on his hip the way it always did when he was annoyed, and the fact that he was naked made you laugh even harder.
He sighed heavily and snapped his fingers, and the dim light of the bedside lamp was replaced by the room lights.
“If you don’t stop laughing, I’m going to start worrying that you hit your head when you fell off the bed,” he complained, grabbing his white boxers from the floor and pulling them on before extending his hand to help you up.
“I’m fine, Supreme Strange. There’s no reason to be grumpy all the time,” you replied, trying very hard to stay serious.
“I just pushed you off the bed. I have every reason to be serious,” he said, helping you sit on the bed. “Are you really okay? I’m sorry, I think I was too rough.”
“You think?” You raised an eyebrow and then burst into laughter again.
“Yeah, maybe I got a little carried away, but in my defense, this pompoir thing completely drove me out of my mind. Where did you learn that? Is it French?”
You slowly let the air out of your lungs to control the laughing fit and wiped the tears running down your face with the back of your hand. “I don’t know. It’s more commonly known as pelvic control techniques, but the French name makes everything sound fancier, don’t you think? Besides, I like learning new things. I signed up for an online course a few weeks ago and I’m still starting to understand how things work, but if your reaction to every new thing I bring to bed is pushing me out of it, maybe I should stop the classes.”
This time it was his turn to laugh. Not a real laugh, more of a shy chuckle, but it was more than enough to ease the tension of the moment.
“Answering your first question, I’m fine and I didn’t hit my head. My ass is hurting pretty bad, though.”
He let out a small laugh, then gently touched your face and leaned in to kiss you. “I’m sorry, honey. I promise I’ll be more careful next time.”
You nodded, slowly standing up and walking toward the bathroom. “We’ll see if there’s a next time after this, Stephen. I don’t usually go to bed with violent men.”
You could hear him sigh behind you.
…
The thing about sex bruises was that they were hard to explain, so it was much easier to hide them. But when you live in a polyamorous relationship, hiding isn’t exactly an option, and you were already prepared to answer the other Stephens’ questions. But Defender had gone on a mission before you’d had a chance to get naked together, and Stephen apparently hadn’t noticed the huge purple bruise — or, more likely, he just didn’t want to talk about it. In fact, it took a whole week for him to mention it.
You were curled up on the couch watching a movie when he suddenly brought it up.
“What happened to your ass, sweetheart? If you don’t mind me asking.”
Maybe it was the serious way he chose to approach the subject, but you started giggling uncontrollably. You were lying on top of him, your hip resting over his, your head on his chest, and it was easy to feel his body stiffen when he asked, as if he were bracing for a bad answer. Slowly, he relaxed as he watched you laugh.
“Sweetheart?” he insisted, and you slowly blew the air out of your lungs, trying to calm down and be serious again.
“It’s ridiculous, actually,” you admitted, then started explaining the embarrassing situation that had happened nights earlier. “I was with Supreme, and things got a little crazy.”
Stephen watched you as you explained, looking more incredulous by the second.
“I guess we got too carried away, and I fell off the bed and hit my ass on the nightstand, I think. To be honest, I don’t really understand how it happened,” you said, still fighting the giggles.
“That’s it?” he asked, frowning as if he suspected there was more you weren’t telling him.
“Yeah. I wish it had been something more glorious, but it was stupid like that,” you joked, but seeing his serious look, you decided to be very clear. “Stephen, that’s exactly what happened. You’re not thinking…”
“I didn’t say anything.”
You raised an eyebrow. “You don’t have to say it, it’s written all over your face,” you accused, slightly offended that such a thought could cross his mind. “He would never hurt me, you know that. At least not intentionally, and he already feels bad enough about what happened. I don’t want you to mention this to him under any circumstances. Promise?”
Stephen nodded.
You stayed quiet for a few minutes, turning your attention back to the movie, until he spoke again.
“How crazy can it get?” he asked, and you burst out laughing again, remembering the whole situation and the fact that you were even having that conversation.
“I mean it. I’m intrigued… and jealous,” he said, almost as if apologizing.
You rolled your lips, trying to contain your laughter, and gently cupped his face. “There’s no reason to be jealous. It happened with Supreme, but it could have been with any of you.”
“I seriously doubt Defender would push you off the bed. It’d be easier for it to happen the other way around.”
That made you laugh even harder, and the corners of his lips curved into a subtle smile.
“I love it when you laugh like that,” he confessed. “I like making you laugh.”
You touched his face and pulled him into a kiss.
“And I love you, Steph. I love that you’re this powerful sorcerer everyone’s afraid of, but with me you’re sweet and even funny sometimes.”
He smirked. “I’ve always had a funny side.”
“If you consider dark humor funny,” you teased.
“You like it. That’s enough for me.”
You agreed, holding his face between your hands. “I do.” You kissed him gently and then decided to explain the reason behind the whole story with Supreme.
“I was saving this as a secret weapon to use on a special occasion, but now I think I need to show you how it works.”
Stephen kept his mouth slightly open as he listened. “I can’t believe you decided to show him first…”
But you cut him off before he could fully form the complaint. “I’m going to stop you right there. Do you wanna try it, or not?”
He swallowed hard and nodded.
“Okay, then be a good boy and behave,” you teased, sliding your hand slowly down his chest until you reached his hip. You grabbed his dick through his pants and he hissed in surprise.
“Do you like it when I hold you this tight?” you asked, using the most seductive voice you could conjure, and he nodded obediently, rubbing his face against yours, searching for your lips.
“I love your hands, sweetie.” He confessed between slow and wet kisses. “I love how they’re small and delicate, and at the same time have such a firm grip…”
He moaned when you squeezed your fingers even tighter around him. “Like this?”
He nodded. “Just like that,” he murmured, and you kissed him slowly, letting your tongue snake into his mouth provocatively, making him moan again. God, you loved the sounds he made.
“And what if I tell you I can squeeze you in another way besides my hand?” you whispered against his lips as you moved to straddle him. You let your hips brush lightly over his erection and then sat on him, rocking back and forth. “I’ve been practicing a lot, and I can’t wait to show you what I learned. Would you like to see it?”
“Y-yes.” His voice broke with pleasure as you started to hump him.
“Then be a good boy and say ‘Yes, please.’”
That didn’t sit well with his controlling side, and the response was a snarky comment. “I’m not your Defender, you know? Don’t tease me.”
But you weren’t intimidated at all. On the contrary, you were willing to push and see how far you could go.
“But you have no idea how much you can gain if you behave, Steph. Just today. Be my good boy, just today.” You gently moved your hips on top of him and brought your mouth to his ear, licking and nibbling provocatively, making his skin prickle. And he moaned. Not a small moan, but a loud, clear one, and just like that, you knew you could convince him.
He grabbed your hair and pulled you into a desperate kiss, then nodded.
“Do whatever you want to me, sweetheart.”
You smiled openly, stood up beside the couch, and started undressing.
“We should go to the bedroom, Supreme might show up.”
But you tsked, kicking your pants and underwear aside and unbuttoning your bra. “Don’t pretend the idea of him watching us doesn’t make you horny.”
He sighed. “It’s the idea of having to share you with him that doesn’t excite me, Y/n.”
You chuckled. “You won’t have to. I’m all yours if you promise you’ll be entirely mine today. Now, sit down.”
He raised an eyebrow but obeyed. “And when am I not?”
“I mean I want you to let me be completely in control. Please?”
He nodded. “Whatever you want, sweetheart, just do something. My cock is painfully hard right now,” he said, grabbing himself through the fabric of his pants.
“But that’s exactly how I want it,” you said, kneeling down between his legs and bringing both hands to the waistband of his sweatpants. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath and quickly lifted his hips to help you undress him. A small moan slipped past your lips when you made eye contact with his dick — red, the tip already wet with pre-cum.
“You just like it so much, don’t you?” he teased, and you nodded, taking him into your mouth. He definitely wasn’t expecting that, and the moan he let out was almost pornographic.
“Shit, Y/n. I’m too horny for that, sweetie. Gonna make me blow too soon.”
But that was exactly your goal. If he didn’t relieve some of the tension, he wouldn’t be able to enjoy what you wanted to show him. You didn’t say any of that, though, you just kept sucking him with strength and skill, like someone who knew exactly what they were doing. And he, knowing that, didn’t resist. He just tangled his hands in your hair and let you take him.
“That’s right, sweetie. Take my cock just like that. I know you love it. You can’t help it, can you? Oh, shit, I love your mouth, the way you work your tongue… just like that.” He moaned obscenely loud. “F-fuck, gonna make me cum. Is that what you want?”
You hummed positively around his cock.
“Okay. I see”
You hummed again.
“Okay, love. I’m yours. Do what you need to do. Make me cum. Do you want it in your mouth, or do you want me to pull out?”
You hummed negatively, working your tongue strategically on his frenulum while perfecting your suction, and he chuckled in satisfaction as his legs trembled with pleasure.
“F-fuck… oh, take it then, love. Swallow it all for me.”
And that’s exactly what you did, swallowing everything and sucking until you take the very last drop.
He gently pulled you up into a kiss, soft and slow, then confessed, “I may be the sorcerer, but you’re the one who does magic. That mouth is incredible.”
You smiled proudly, playing with his dick. He wasn’t as hard as before, but still erect, just as you expected — exactly how you wanted him. “You haven’t seen anything yet of what I want to show you today.”
He groaned. “Then show me, sweetie. I’m gonna be your good boy now,” he said, trying to hide how strange that felt to him. Stephen wasn’t submissive in any aspect of his life — definitely not in bed — but the fact that he was willing to play along only showed how much he loved you, and you liked knowing that.
“Don’t be impatient,” you said, straddling him. But contrary to what you’d asked, he quickly slipped a hand between you, guiding his cock to your entrance. When you allowed yourself to sink down onto him, his eyes rolled back in his head, and you smiled in satisfaction.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” you teased, your voice dripping with sensuality, a small moan escaping your lips. Stephen was big and thick and being on top of him was always a wonderful experience — taking him completely, inch by inch, feeling full and whole. “God, it feels so good for me.”
He grabbed your waist and tried to move you, reclaiming control, but you shook your head firmly, and he immediately stopped.
“Please, Y/n… move.” he begged.
You smiled, pleased, using your thigh muscles to move your hips up and down in a lazy, sensual motion. But instead of continuing normally, you used the techniques you’d learned, locking your pelvic muscles around him, trapping him inside you, squeezing him deliciously with suction-like pelvic movements.
The moan he let out was almost animalistic, and his parted lips and tightly shut eyes were proof enough of what a good student you were.
“S-shit… oh my fucking god, sweetheart…” he murmured between grunts and incoherent sounds.
His reaction made you laugh softly, but then you moaned too, letting yourself be carried away by all the incredible sensations in your body.
The thing about pompoir was that it wasn’t good just for them. Even though part of you knew you’d learned it to please them, it was extremely pleasurable for you too. Besides giving you more awareness of your pelvic movements, the practice increased blood flow to the area, making pleasure reveal itself much more intensely and quickly.
“S-shit, Stephen, it feels so good,” you confessed, moving slowly on top of him. That was something else you were learning — for it to work, you had to go slow. And that’s what you did, riding him in slow motion while squeezing, pulsing, and sucking him, bringing him right to the edge of what he could apparently handle.
It wasn’t exactly possible to tell whether his reaction was positive or negative, because his eyes stayed shut and his lips pressed into a thin line. But his hands remained on your waist, even though he didn’t try to take control again.
“Stephen…” Your voice trembled with pleasure. “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” you asked, a little unsure, watching the furrow in his brow deepen by the second.
“N-no. No, shit, don’t stop…” He allowed himself to open his eyes and look at you, and there was a look of reverence in them you’d never seen before.
“It’s just… it feels too good, Y/n. Almost too much.” He brought one hand to the back of your neck, but instead of pulling you in for a kiss, he begged, “Please… please, sweetheart, kiss me. Shit, I don’t want to come yet.”
That made you giggle, but you kissed him as he asked, moving again with more strength and speed, softening the contraction so he could breathe. You were surprised by his reaction. It was something you’d expect from Defender, but from Stephen you’d been expecting something more aggressive, like with Supreme. Yet there he was, almost melting beneath you, and you were loving every second of it.
“It feels good to me too, Steph,” you said, leaning forward and allowing yourself to relax, taking him fully inside you now and leaving him there, almost completely still, moving only lazily. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him again. He returned the kiss with a heavy sigh against your mouth, almost in relief. “You always feel so good inside me…”
He nodded to your words almost obediently, and you felt proud of having left him like that with so little effort.
“…but when I do this…” you continued, stopping your movements entirely, but pulsing around him intensely enough to make him hiss and throb violently inside you. “…oh, shit, Steph… you feel even better. Oh yes. I can feel you pulsing so fucking hard inside me.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, surrendering to all the sensations. “S-such a good boy for me… Steph, I always knew there was a good boy somewhere inside you. I like it.”
Stephen moaned surprisingly loud in response to your teasing, but instead of fighting it, he nodded, letting himself be carried away by the moment.
“There’s nothing else I want to be right now, sweetheart…” He let out an almost painful groan. “…but I’m afraid I can’t take this any longer… s-shit… squeezing me so fucking tight. So good. Make me… good boy… let me cum.”
That was so sweet — and so deliciously different from anything you’d expected from him — that your response was to give him exactly what he asked for.
You started riding him fast, almost desperately, chasing your own high too. Your pussy seemed to have a mind of its own as it pulsed, squeezed, and sucked him deliciously.
But he couldn’t wait. You noticed Stephen’s orgasm hit like lightning — silent, but powerful. His breathing grew unbearably heavy, his legs started shaking beneath you, and he clenched his jaw in a last attempt at control.
“It’s okay, Steph… I’ve got you. You can cum, love. I’m here. You’re mine.”
And just like that, he came with an almost animalistic groan. His hands returned to your waist, squeezing the flesh there in an attempt to ground himself. It was painful, but you didn’t mind. You just let him have it all. He deserved it.
When he finally finished, he opened his eyes and smiled at you, somehow shy.
“Hey, you,” you teased, leaning in to kiss his lips. He kissed you back lazily, then blushed. Stephen Strange blushed.
“What’s that?” you teased again. A very conscious part of you knew you hadn’t come, but you didn’t mind — that had been for him the whole time. Still, your pussy fluttered around his now-softening cock.
“This was… intense,” he admitted, and you rested your forehead against his, letting out a soft chuckle.
“I knew you’d like it.”
“Like is an understatement, sweetheart. It was insanely good. I don’t know if I’ve ever come that hard before.”
You nodded proudly. “You were a good boy indeed.”
Stephen let out a nervous chuckle and immediately added, “If you tell any of the other Stephens…”
“I won’t tell, but you’ll admit that you enjoyed being my good sub boy.”
Stephen rolled his eyes, but nodded. “I will have to give you that. I liked it.” He confessed, but before you had time to brag he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a deep, intense kiss. Taking control again.
“There’s just one thing bothering me about all of this, sweetie, and I can’t let it stay like that,” he said very seriously, to your surprise, but then he smiled smugly. “I didn’t make you cum, and I intend to fix that.”
You nodded immediately. “Oh yes. Please, sir.”
…
“You’re the original Stephen…” you said, trying to explain how you felt about having three Stephens in that universe.
You were curled up on the couch after Stephen made you come twice in his mouth, and for some reason you couldn’t remember, you were having an extremely philosophical conversation about the Multiverse — the trigger might or might not have been the atypical role reversal you’d had moments earlier.
“I’m not the original Stephen, sweetheart. I’m just a Stephen in a multiverse where there are thousands of me,” he corrected, and somehow you felt a pang of self-deprecation, as if he were denying his own uniqueness.
“Steph, you are my Stephen. You’re the Stephen of my universe. You’re the Stephen I fell in love with. You’re the essence of everything that exists in this unusual relationship of ours. I don’t want you to feel more important than the others, but at the same time I need you to understand your value and what you mean to me.”
He stared at you in silence for a minute, as if trying to absorb your words.
“I would never have fallen in love with Supreme and Defender if I weren’t already in love with you. In an infinite multiverse with infinite versions of you, you are my Stephen. My first.”
The corner of his lips curved into a smile that wasn’t smug, but proud. In that moment, he understood exactly what you meant when you called him that — and it wasn’t to single him out in a shallow way or to provoke the others.
“I like it when you call me that,” he admitted, and you nodded. You already knew that.
“I know, but here’s the beauty of the multiverse: you do have your individuality — and I, as your woman, recognize and respect that — your different facets. But you are, in essence, the same man with the same personality, and that must be why I love all of you in exactly the same way.”
“I think I’m going to disagree with you there, Y/n…”
“You’re not. Just let me finish. What I mean is that you have the same personality, it’s just divided into different layers and stages. Didn’t you tell me you were once exactly like Supreme?”
He nodded, running the tip of his tongue along the corner of his lips in reluctant agreement.
“So you are the same. Just at different stages of personality. Maybe Supreme will become closer to what you are — or maybe not — but you are the same.”
“I think I understand where you’re going, sweetheart, but I’m not sure I agree,” he admitted.
“And that’s where you contradict yourself. You just said you’re only another Stephen, but when I say the three of you share the same personality, you feel the need to insist that you’re different.”
He chuckled nervously. “You have no idea how confusing it can be to live with them. With myself.”
You nodded, caressing his face tenderly. “I really don’t know, but I can say that living with the three of you as my men is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, no matter how complex and mentally demanding it is. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”
He smiled sweetly but stayed quiet. You took the moment to stroke his goatee and pull him back into a slow, calm, almost lazy kiss.
“I think I learned a little bit more about myself tonight,” he confessed when he broke the kiss. “I never thought I’d say this, but giving up control for a few minutes can be incredibly pleasurable.”
You smiled proudly. “I told you.”
“And I think I understand now how crazy it can get. And I can’t blame Supreme for getting carried away.”
The mere mention of the tragic incident made you laugh again, but this time it was cut short by another passionate kiss.
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Just realised that is been four years already since I fell in love with Stephen. He had been my home ever since. There is no words to describe the amount of comfort he had give me.
Synopsis: It's Stephen's birthday and Y/n decides to give him a especial surprise.
Word Count: 1,2k
Warnings: None, just fluff.
A/N: I wrote this in 20 minutes and didn't have the time to edit, so if you see some typos or grammar mistakes pretend you didn't see them ;)
"Is everything ready?" You asked America and she nodded, but then ran to the dining room to make sure and came back stating
"Everyone is ready."
The girl was even more excited than you and you didn't think that could be possible. However, her happiness when listening to your ideas and throughout the process of arranging everything was palpable and contagious. In fact, America was always contagious. In a good way. She had a lightness that was her own.
You smiled excitedly. "I'll go get him then. Make sure everyone stays in their seats and doesn't make any noises so he doesn't suspect anything."
At that moment Cloaky came flying towards you, it twirled in the air a few times demonstrating how excited it was and making America giggle.
"Okay. Wait in the dining room. You too, Cloaky. We don't want him to suspect us, right?"
Cloaky shook its collar and then flew back where it came from and America followed.
The room was dark when you slipped in. The curtains were drawn to block out the light and Stephen was sleeping heavily on his stomach hugging his pillow and totally unaware of anything.
You allowed yourself to admire him for a few seconds. Safe and sound at home after another difficult mission that left him away for almost two weeks. He had just returned. He arrived in the middle of the night, injured, and you helped him take a shower and took care of his injuries before he throwed himself on the bed and slept for almost twelve hours straight.
You had been planning to do something for his birthday for weeks, but you had given up because you thought he wouldn't be back in time, but when he showed up, you made a point of calling everyone and prepared everything in the morning with America, Peter and MJ’s help.
He deserved it, even if he wasn't a big fan of his own birthday, you knew that Stephen deserved to celebrate another year of life surrounded by people who loved him.
However, convincing him to get out of bed wouldn't be an easy task when he was sleeping so heavily, but you accepted the challenge and climbed into bed, squeezed yourself into the little space he left on the mattress for you and started stroking his hair, calling him softly.
"Stephen, wake up love. You've already slept a lot. I need a little attention."
He hummed and mumbled something you couldn't understand and continued sleeping. You smiled to yourself and started to shake his shoulder. "Stephen… Stephen... Steeepheeeen, I'm not leaving until you wake up and you know I'm very persistent."
He opened one eye to look at you.
"And very annoying." He mumbled, closing his eye again.
You chuckled "Well, in this we are equals. Now please look at me. I know you are awake."
He sighed, finally turning onto his back and stretching and letting out a long yawn. "What time is it?"
You combed his hair with your fingers affectionately "Almost 2pm. You slept for twelve hours."
"Why don't you lay here with me and let me sleep a little longer?" He suggested, stretching out his arm and waiting for you to snuggle close to him, but you were well aware that there were people waiting for you downstairs, so you just bent down to give him a quick kiss on the lips and stood up.
"Where are you going?" He complained watching you get up. "I thought you wanted attention."
You smirked "There's something down there I need you to see."
Stephen raised an eyebrow and you wondered if he was suspecting something, so you decided to go deeper into the lie. Anything that would make him get up and go down stairs.
"I think I broke one of your relics."
This caught his attention. He sat on the bed running his hands through his hair.
"What happened? Which relic?"
You had to try hard to hide a smirk as he immediately got up and put on the sweatpants you left folded on the bedside table.
"You'll see. But first..." You walked around the bed and went to him, standing on your tiptoes to give him a small kiss on his lips. "I want a good morning kiss."
He smiled cupping your cheeks and kissing you properly.
"Now go brush your teeth and fix your hair. The relic can wait a few minutes."
He gave a suspicious look. "Why do I get the feeling you're hiding something from me?"
You shrugged your shoulders feigning innocence, and he went to the bathroom to do what you asked. When he returned, you handed him a tee that he barely had time to put on before you grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room.
"Sweetheart, no matter what happened to the relic..." He started to say as you practically dragged him down the stairs and strode towards the dining room. "I'm sure we can find a way..."
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!"
Everyone shouted in unison. The dining room was decorated with balloons, there was a huge cake filled with small candles and a pile of gifts on the table and all of his Avengers friends were there, including Tony, Pepper, Natasha, Clint, Steve, Sam, Bruce and Thor. Peter and MJ were also there, alongside Wong and America wearing birthday hats and whistling and clapping.
Stephen barely had the chance to react and Cloaky flew towards him, happily clinging to his shoulders.
Stephen finally allowed himself to look at you, his expressions were a mix of surprise, disbelief, but most of all, he looked happy. An open smile was on his face.
"There is no broken relic." He deduced.
You shook your head smiling and wrapping him in a tight hug. "Everything is fine and you are safe at home surrounded by people who love you, the way you deserve." You said giving him a little kiss on the cheek. "Happy birthday, love."
Stephen held you in his arms and buried his face in your neck. “Thank you, sweetheart, for everything. I love you.” He cooed giving you a kiss on the forehead.
"Happy birthday, Stephen." America said happily and he turned to hug her tightly.
"Happy birthday, sir" Peter said approaching and Stephen smirked.
"I think we agreed that you don't need to call me sir, Peter."
Peter smiled "Happy birthday, Stephen."
Stephen chuckled pulling Peter into a tight hug. "Thanks, kid."
He finally allowed himself to look around at everyone in the room.
"I can't believe you guys are here because of me." He admitted still with that silly smile on his lips.
"It wasn't like we had a choice." Tony teased, approaching. "But you deserve it, man." Tony raised his hand in a high five gesture and Stephen grimaced.
"Come on!" Tony pressed.
"I said we're not going to do this anymore."
Tony pretended not to hear and continued waiting.
"It'll be easier if you give in." You spoke softly in his ear and sighing Stephen hit Tony's hand who exclaimed happily "Awesome facial hair bros!!"
"Argh, I hate you" Stephen exclaimed and everyone laughed…
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