special thanks to @tuiyla for her tutorial (also to this tutorial by @fionagallaqher) still learning!
I also wanted mention amazing related gif-sets here because I want to <3
this one with amazing blending by @flaine - so fitting lyrics by @backslashdelta - commentary&memes 10/10 by @daltonblaine - quinntana part of this legendary set by @tuiyla - the hallway gif 10/10 @santinacedes - also this gif by @tuiyla - that glitch!! by @blaintism
summary: Where the reader is Stephen’s wife and comes home to see the Sanctum covered in snow. Your not happy about it at first, but Stephen knows exactly how to keep you warm.
word count: 1k
warnings: No smut, but sexual content implied, things get very steamy, explicit descriptions, such as the brief description of an arousal, a few “f” bombs from an angry reader. The reader is wearing a skirt. Stephen is a randy bas-
a/n: I had to write this the moment the trailer dropped, even though I clearly said I wasn’t writing Stephen Strange stories anymore so I can focus on other characters. I lied.
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Stephen Strange was your husband. Being the sorcerer's wife wasn't always easy, but you loved him immensely and wouldn't change him for the world. But he did enjoy testing your patience from time to time.
It was just an average day in New York, and you decided to go shopping. You asked Stephen to join you, but he declined to focus on some spell he was secretive, yet excited about. Stephen didn't have much to do lately, and he often complained he was bored. You knew such a brilliant mind needed to be challenged, but things were getting a little out of hand in the Sanctum. He was trying out so many spells, and sometimes things happened that weren't supposed to happen.
Today was one of those days.
You were hit with a sudden chill the moment you opened the Sanctum doors. You halted and closed your eyes from the sudden glimmering white that blinded you. "What the fuck?"
You opened your eyes and stepped through the doors, nearly slipping on ice. "What. The. Fuck." You looked around at the snow-covered Sanctum with a slacked jaw. It took you a moment to process what you saw before the annoyance began to set in.
"STEPHEN." You shouted, "What the fuck?"
You saw him then, rounding the corner with his Columbia sweatshirt, blue parka, and sweatpants. Your eyes averted to the boots, and you rolled your eyes before meeting his twinkling eyes and impish grin. "Stephen, baby. What the fuck?" You tried to sound calm, not wanting to jump to conclusions.
He held his hand out in defense, "I can explain?"
"Why our home looks like Elsa's castle? And why—" You gestured to his clothes, "You look like a middle-aged midwest dad."
He tilted his head at you, his eyes narrowing in your direction, "Middle-aged?"
You weren't wrong. "Tell me why the Sanctum looks like this?"
He glanced around absentmindedly, "Oh, you know. A spell gone wrong. It'll go back to normal soon enough."
"Spell gone wrong?" You crossed your arms over your chest. "I wasn't even gone that long. Honestly? Where is Wong? He was supposed to watch you while I was away."
"I'm not a child." He protested with a scoff. He brought his 'oh for fox sake' mug to his lips and sulked into the hot liquid.
You stepped forward, "Well, it's why we don't have kids yet. Because I'm raising you." You poked his chest, "It's fucking cold in here."
He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling your body into his. "I know. I'm sorry." He muttered his apologies, but a part of you wondered if he was really sorry. The sick bastard was probably enjoying this.
You eyed the staircase. You really needed to get up there, but the stairs didn't exactly look safe. You pulled back from your husband, "I need to take this upstairs." You lifted the shopping bag in your hand, "Please, for the love of warmth, fix this shit." You gave him a long look before making your way toward the stairs.
"That's not a good idea—"But it was too late. You slipped on the third step but caught yourself on the rails.
"Stephen!" You said through gritted teeth.
You heard him release a long sigh before walking over to scoop you into his arms. You glanced up at him, and he smiled fondly down at your annoyed face, "Allow me." The cloak was now around his shoulders, and he glided up the stairs with you in his arms.
You rolled your eyes, "This is stupid. Put me down." You wiggled out of his arms the moment you reached the second floor. "Honestly. Is the entire place like this?"
He looked down like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. After a beat, he gave a slow nod, "Yes."
"Our bedroom?"
"Yes."
"The bed?"
"Yes."
"Oh, for fox sake." You turned away in frustration.
He chuckled at your pun, "Very cute."
You turned to look at him and dropped the bag at your feet to wrap your arms around yourself. "Stephen, I'm freezing."
He smirked, "Well, I can go retrieve your coat. Or—"He stepped closer to you, "We can do something else to keep you warm."
Your cheeks heated up. He was standing so close to you now, his piercing eyes looking down at you like a hungry wolf, "That's if you're into middle-aged dads."
Your breath hitched the moment his hands found your waist, and he reeled you into him, pressing you tenderly against his body. Your insides burned, and you found your eyes closing shut the moment his lips found yours. He kissed you eagerly, his cool hands gripping the back of your neck to part your lips with his tongue.
You melted into him, wrapping your arms around his fluffy parka. You could feel his excitement through his sweatpants and against your hip. You moaned into his mouth before pulling back from him suddenly, "Stephen, where are we supposed to do this?" You glanced around at all the snow and ice covering literally everything.
He lifted you, gripping your thighs just as your legs wrapped around his waist. He pushed you back against the wall, "Just like this." His lips found yours again, silencing your worries.
You wrapped your arms around him tightly, trying to enjoy the moment and not worry, "We can slip. This is so dangerous." You murmured against his lips anyway.
"I like dangerous." He managed to say as he trailed hot kisses down your neck. He reached beneath your shirt, tugging at the clasp of your bra.
You pulled on his parka, sliding the garment off and taking his face into your hands to kiss him on the lips again. He lifted his hands over your shoulders, casting a shield around both of you to keep him from slipping during your tryst.
It was so risky out in the open. Wong could walk in any moment, but the poor man wasn't oblivious to you and Stephen's escapades. He's probably seen more than he bargained for.
You shivered the moment Stephen removed your shirt, the ice-covered wall was freezing against your naked back, but you weren't stopping now. He hiked your skirt up to your hips, and you squeezed your thighs around his waist. Honestly, making love in a snowy Sanctum was never on your list of places to do it, but now that it was happening, you wouldn’t dare complain about it.
