#stephenstrangexreader

You had almost gotten yourself killed on a mission. Stephen had gone through all the natural stages of being a lover at this point. Worried sick, then relief, and then absolute fury.

Stephen rarely got angry with you. Others got him riled up easily, but not you. In fact, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, you were the one that calmed him down. But in that one percent left, when he got angry with you, if often led to sex. Torturous, pleasurable sex.

At least, that's what it usually was. But now, he had left you, for what felt like years, tied to the bed with a blindfold over your eyes.

You were completely naked, senses cut off except for the feel of smooth, almost warm metal around your wrists and ankles, and the soft feather sheets underneath you. You could also feel the cotton blindfold over your eyes, the strings just across your ears.

"Don't make a sound." He had said before leaving, "I'll be back in a few."

Few what? Minutes? Certainly not. You had counted up to five minutes several times by now. Hours? Possibly. Weeks? It was starting to feel like it.

No, it was probably hours. You hadn't gotten hungry yet.

But you were starting to feel frustrated. Was this seriously your punishment for getting shot on that mission? He was just going to tie you up and leave you there for a few hours? This was no where near fun.

After a year (Three hours and twenty-four minutes), you heard the door open. The person made no sound and you sincerely hoped it wasn't Wong or Bucky or Bruce or any of the other possible Avengers that might walk into the room.

But the person made not a noise, and you had no idea who they were. You could barely hear them breathing.

The tension was increasing in your spine until you felt a single finger start to trace lines from the base of your throat, down to your navel, and back up. You let out a shuddering breath. It had to be Stephen, right?

One finger became two full hands, running them over your body. You were starting to get turned on, and you realized now exactly what your punishment was.

Sensory Deprivation.

You couldn't see him, couldn't predict his next move. Well, actually, you could. You knew he wasn't going to be touching you anywhere you wanted until you begged. And you were very close to begging.

Your bottom lip trembled a little in want before suddenly, lithe fingers pinched your nipples, pulling them.

You let out your first sound, a yelp, arching your back. Finally, you heard that quiet chuckle and your questions were answered. It was indeed Stephen.

"S-Stephen."

"Mm, no, I don't think so." Stephen said. "You have been a bad little girl, haven't you? Almost killing yourself on that mission. I was worried sick. No, you don't get to call me by my name now. You're either going to call me Doctor or Master."

You whimpered as he slapped you clit. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, just sting, and it turned you on immensely, arousal pooling between your legs and he chuckled darkly.

Your body was tingling with nerves, goosebumps breaking out everywhere from the sudden touch. You could feel every spot he had touched and caressed, although stung by fire, especially your breasts, itching for his touch.

"Doctor please." You mumbled. "Please, I've waited so long."

"I've waited longer." He growled. "So you're just going to have to suffer."

Now you realized why Stephen had refused to have sex with you. You had figured he just didn't want to reopen the stitches or something. Now, you knew it was because he knew exactly how he wanted to punish you. And now you were needy and desperate. Exactly the way he wanted you.

Stephen pinched your clit between his fingers, making you squeal. He chuckled again. He was being so cruel and yet, you were loving it for some reason.

His finger rubbed your clit slowly and unevenly. You were panting, desperate for something more. Anything more.

"Doctor please. I need more. Please."

One finger spreading your folds. He blew cold breath on your core, making you shiver. He pulled away again before you felt weight settle on your chest. You could sense his knees on the sides of your face.

"Open up." He growled.

You opened obediently and felt his length go down your throat. You closed you eyes, although really it didn't matter.

Your tongue wrapped around him, sucking him off. You ran your tongue up and down his length, feeling the thickness and pulsing veins. You could taste salt and you sucked hard when you got closer to the tip, causing Stephen to hiss.

You went back down on his length the best you could, before dragging your teeth lightly over a sensitive spot. Stephen hissed again and he leaned forward on your chest. His fingers thumbed your nipples again and you sucked on him harder, desperate to please.

Then he moved his hands away and the only thing you felt was a burn in the back of your throat as he bucked his hips into you with a groan. You could almost picture him with his head thrown back, galaxy-coloured eyes closed.

You felt him twitching and you worked to the max to get him to release, which he did, and you swallowed. Once he pulled slowly from his lips, you waited for him to say something, swallowing over and over to get it out of your throat.

"S-Stephen?" You asked quietly. It was so quiet, you couldn't even hear him breathe. You hadn't heard him leave the room either through door or portal, but you couldn't remember if the window was open and the cape could've taken him out.

And then suddenly, there was a huge electrical shock that went straight to your clit. He had fucking snuck up on you, putting a vibrator to your clit.

As quickly as it came, it was pulled away. Your legs seemed to spasm uncontrollably for a few seconds, trying to understand what had just happened when you couldn't see it.

"You're not going on anymore missions." Stephen's voice was dark and you could just barely make out the fact that he was walking around the bed.

"Bu-"

"No." He growled. "Not after that Y/N. Do you understand? I'm not going through that again. You're going to suffer this punishment, and then I'm going to take all of my anger out on you. And then, you're never going on another mission, ever again, unless its a simple one. There will be no arguments and limited complaints."

You stayed silent, feeling frustrated. It wasn't that bad! Sure, you'd been close to death, but you'd recovered, hadn't you?

Another seemingly electric jolt made your entire body jerk on the bed, also effectively jerking you out of your thoughts.

"Stephen, I don't think that's fair. We should talk abou-"

"How would you like it, if I was the one in the hospital, and I decided I was still going to go on missions?" His voice was dangerously low and you heard a drawer being opened somewhere. "What if the next mission is your last one? You dodged death once, do you really need to test it again?"

"B-" When you opened your mouth, he took the advantage and you felt something large and rubber forced between your teeth, strapping it together behind your head.

He was playing dirty.

Stephen was quiet again, and then you felt something light and soft- a feather?- dithering lightly up your body. It tickled mostly, crawling up your thighs, dipping into your belly button, it traveled up your stomach, circling both breasts before lightly brushing over your pert nipples, it traced up into your neck and he even brought it up across your chin and circled your nose with it, making it itch. You scrunched your nose in protest- as you couldn't scratch it.

And then the feather was gone. And then it was back, traveling back down towards your belly button, across your thigh, and then dithered towards your folds, brushing your clit so lightly it was. . . well like a feather.

You frustration was mounting. You couldn't see anything, you could barely hear, even though cutting off your sight should've increased your hearing. You just wanted to be fucked. And then you realized it would mean you'd have to give in to his demands.

The feather was gone again and Stephen was silent. You knew he hadn't left, because of his even breathing. But there was no touching and it felt like your entire body was on fire. Every place that the feather had touched begged to either be touched again with a firmer touch or be itched.

"Stephen please!" You begged, writhing on the sheets to the best of your ability, the chains around your wrists and ankles holding you tight and fast.

He made a tsking sound in the back of his throat, but didn't acknowledge you anymore.

You paused, thinking over everything he had said and then you said, "Doctor, please, I need you!"

"Oh?" Stephen's voice was light and dark at the same time. "You need me, do you? Did it ever occur to you that maybe I need you too?"

Your neediness was starting to get to you. You writhed desperately on the beds. "Okay, fine! I won't go on anymore missions master."

You heard wood creak and you knew he'd been sitting down. His large hand cupped your face, startling you for a moment. "Promise?"

"Promise doctor. Please? Need you!"

You could always argue in your favor later when you weren't at a disadvantage. Of course. . . you had also just promised and Stephen hated broken promises. Maybe you should've thought it over more before you agreed so rashly. Damn your horniness!

There was a sudden electric pulse running through your body, legs shaking as he put the vibrator on you once more. This time, he held it there, his other hand playing with the flesh of your mounds. "That's it kitten." He whispered. "Fucking cum for me. I'm going to make you cum over and over again now and I'm going to show your tight, precious little cunt who owns her."

You couldn't even think of a witty response before you were shattering apart, walls clenching down on nothing but air as you came.

-

''Y/N, you need to hurry,'' Stephen called out to me as I was getting dressed upstairs, his eyes focused on the watch around his wrist, ''they're starting in half an hour!''

''Okay, okay, okay. I'll be right down.'' I screamed down in frustration. I had been struggling with the damn zipper of my dress for ten minutes now and as I was about to give up, the zipper gave in and went all the way up. Satisfied with my look, I finished the final touches of my makeup and ran downstairs with the heels in my hands.

Stephen was standing there, frozen, but the look on his face was sorrow. He always used to think that he was a closed door to me, but I could read him like an open book. There was nothing he could hide from me. But, I always decided to never question it. If he wanted me to know, he would've told me.

''I'd almost mistaken your mood for excitement.'' I chuckled as I let him glare me down.

He shook his head and wrapped his arm around mine, escorting me out the front door of the sanctum where I've been staying the past few weeks.

The only downside of his friendship - beside being stuck in the friendzone - was that all his enemies were out to get me. Ever since I was once kidnapped by some evil guy who was out for him, Stephen hadn't been thrilled about me staying home alone. Without parents, without family and without roommates. That's the moment he had enough and dragged me to his home, the sanctum, just so he could keep a watchful eye on me.

''Are you sure you want to go?'' I asked carefully. I needed to know how he felt about her once and for all. Just to give me some closure, I suppose.

He sighed, ''I have no choice. She might be a painful part of my past, she's also a dear friend; I want to be there for her at one of the happiest days of her life.''

There was no stopping the smile on my face. The man I know as Stephen Strange was far from truthful. Especially about his emotions. But I could see for once, that he had accepted the way their story ended.

I know for a fact that it hurts, but once you do, it's way easier. You won't have a heartache whenever you lay your eyes on them.

I squeezed his arm as we passed the street, Stephen making sure that we will both be there safely, ''I'm proud of you, Stephen.''

His head turned to me and he searched for my gaze.

Once he found it, I made sure that he could see the admiration in them that I've always found for it.

A smile came onto his face, ''You always do know how to cheer me up.''

''It's what friends are for.'' My heart ached at my own words.

-

The wedding went smoothly. Stephen hadn't objected and the ceremony went as well as they had hoped it would be. Stephen was mingling with the rest, greeting his old colleagues, as I stood beside Christine with a cocktail in my hand.

''Thank you.'' Christine muttered as she smiled at me.

A frown took over, as I couldn't think of the reason why she was thanking me, ''For what?''

''For taking care of him. I don't know what would've happened if you weren't there for him.''

''He would still have you,'' I took a sip from my drink and raked my eyes over the crowd, my heart jumping when they fell on Stephen, ''I know for a fact that he cares more about that.''

Christine frowned. She placed her drink down and stepped in front of me. Worry was etched in her eyes.

''What are you rambling about? You're his life, Y/N.''

I sighed, shaking my head, ''I know that is the truth.''

''It's far from the truth, listen,'' she sat down with me in a quiet spot and lowered her voice, ''don't tell I said anything, but Stephen has had an eye on a certain something for quite some time now.''

I nodded. I knew about this. ''Yes,'' I leaned closer to her, ''you.''

She shook her head rapidly. ''No, no, no,'' a sigh escaped her lips, ''it's you.''

My heart jumped.

Could it be the truth? Could he really, really have chosen me?

I didn't dare to get my hopes up.

Standing up from my spot, I excused myself and ran outside for some air.

No one was out there, only the occasional passengers that needed to go through this side street to get to their own destination. I took a big gulp of air and relaxed against the wall beside the entrance.

I had some quiet time for about five minutes when the door opened and a man looked around in worry.

Once he looked at me, I could see from my corner that it was Stephen. And, he saw me too.

''I was wondering where you went, even though Christine said not to worry.'' He spoke gently, as if he was afraid to push me away.

I averted my gaze from him. ''Christine's right,'' my voice came out frigid, but I tried to pretend I didn't notice, ''you worry too much.''

There was a comforting silence between for a second as we stood side by side, watching the people pass us by as if we were invisible to the eye.

As I was sinking more and more into complete relaxation, I felt a tingling sensation in my hand. Something feathered along my hand. My gaze went down, and I felt a smile on my face as I saw Stephen's fingers extended, hoping for a return.

I gently responded with the same gesture, and it only took him a few seconds for him to wrap his hand around mine.

''No matter what went down between Christine and me,'' his eyes sought for mine and held them captive with his intense stare, ''you're still the one for me.''

''You're still the one for me, as well.''

We looked at each other for a second when I smiled brightly and pressed a kiss against his cheek. I pulled back slowly, lingering for just a second as I squeezed his hand, ''Let's return before we worry the bride and groom too much.''

''Only if you promise to go on a date with me.''

Stephen's reply caught me off-guard, but I still managed to accept his proposal. We walked side by side into the building again, both oblivious to the fact that we were getting stares at our still intertwined hands.

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One day, I was just teaching the kindergarten class about mathematics when all the other kids entered with a single rose in their hands. My own class pulled out their own roses and handed them to me. It was enough for a full lifetime.

And that's when he entered.

He had the biggest grin on his face as he held a box in his hand and fell to one knee in front of me. And he asked the question. He was enough to throw out his own belief out of the window to be with me. That's when I knew he was it for me. And now?

Now it's finally time for the first chapter of our shared story.

Our wedding.

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I was busy cooking some breakfast downstairs when I heard Stephen's footsteps. He was wearing some worn jogging pants and barefoot, he entered the kitchen and wrapped his arms around me.

He hummed as he dropped his chin onto my shoulder.

''That smells amazing, sweetheart.''

''Thank you,'' I turned around to give him a kiss before returning to our breakfast, ''thought you were hungry. You forgot to eat yesterday night.''

He frowned.

He always used to ask how I knew these kind of things. But I just knew. When it was about Stephen Strange, I knew a lot.

Placing his food on a plate, I served him the meal and sat down beside him with my own. We were just spending our time together, laughing at memories that came to mind and cries of laughter when we remembered one of our many blunders.

Noon came way too quick, but we were going to see each other again.

At the altar.

-

My friend Sophie, and also one of my teacher colleagues, helped me into my dress and did my hair and makeup. I stared at the reflection in the vanity mirror and couldn't believe my eyes. Never, ever did I look this beautiful in my life before.

I hoped I wouldn't disappoint Stephen.

''Stop being so insecure,'' Sophie almost read my mind as she pinned back a strand, a gentle smile on her face, ''it's just the jitters talking. Pay no mind to them.''

''How do people deal with jitters? I just keep wondering,'' I bit back the tears that were stinging my eyes, ''if he really wants to marry me.''

Sophie stopped dead in her tracks and turned me around, so I was face to face with her without a mirror between us.

''What do you mean?''

''I mean,'' I started pacing back and forth out of panic and insecurities, ''he once told me that he wasn't going to marry. Never, ever. So, why the sudden change of mind?''

My friend softened. She waited patiently until I stopped pacing out of curiosity for her reply.

Her hand grabbed a hold of mine, ''Maybe because he loves you. Now, the main question we need to ask is, do you love him?''

''More than myself.'' I spoke bluntly without hesitation. There was no doubt in my mind about my own feelings for him. Sophie nodded and placed the veil on my head.

''That's what's important. Go get your man, love, it's time for you to shine.''

I couldn't help the smile on my face and embraced her before we both walked downstairs, in time for the moment where I would walk to the altar and would meet the man of my dreams.

-

We have been waiting half an hour for him and Sophie and Heather said he was nowhere to be seen.

I was worried that he left me behind at the altar, that he changed his mind last minute and didn't want me in his life anymore, but that wasn't him. The Stephen Strange I know wouldn't do that, ever.

Sophie returned and had worry etched on her face.

''Do you have any idea where he could be?''

I thought for a second when it came to mind. He mentioned this morning that he had some final business at the Sanctum. Maybe he's still there, lost track of time, and getting ready for this moment. I gathered my skirt in my hands and rushed onto the street.

Everyone I passed by, stared at me in curiosity to see a bride running in her heels.

A few streets further down I arrived at the Sanctum. Without a doubt, I opened the front door and took in the silence. But, I heard faint voices coming from the main room.

I walked over gently, trying not to disturb them with the clicking of my heels. Mostly because I wanted to know who it were.

I saw Stephen - all dressed in his tuxedo, which made my heart skip a beat - and a woman with red flowy hair in front of him. Her back was turned to me but I knew who it was.

Christine.

My heart broke a little.

Stephen promised I shouldn't have to worry about her, but what was he doing with her rather than being at the church for our wedding? Ours, not theirs.

I hid behind the corner and listened intently.

''-a mistake.''

''How can you come to me and talk that way about her?! I told you,'' Stephen lowered his voice, ''what we had was long over.''

Christine sighed and reached for him. I knew I couldn't blame him for her actions but he didn't even pull back. He just stared at her, intensely into her eyes.

I didn't even hear the sob that escaped.

But they heard.

Stephen met my eyes, but I was already out the Sanctum.

''Y/N!''

The streets were packed. Everyone still stared, but this time they saw someone different. They saw a heartbroken bride instead of a hopeful one.

I couldn't even turn around the corner when someone grabbed a hold of my wrist.

My head faced them as tears ruined my makeup.

''You lied to me.''

''I didn't, sweetheart,'' he took my face in his hands and wiped away the tears, ''I promise.''

''How can I marry you when you won't trust me? Maybe this was a mistake-''

''Don't you dare,'' he interrupted, shaking his head, ''don't you dare call everything we went through a mistake. I never second-guessed what we did, what we saw, what we lived through. Please, don't second-guess my love for you.''

''Your love for me?'' I chuckled, but there was no humor in it, ''You were just with your ex. The one you couldn't forget. Are you going to marry her?''

''Do you think if I was I would ask you? I want to marry you, Y/N, just you.''

Stephen grabbed both my hands and pressed kisses to them, playing with the proposal ring around my finger.

''Marry me, Y/N.'' He mumbled, almost inaudible, but I heard.

I took a deep breath and nodded.

''You better not run late ever again to talk to her.''

''I promise.''

Hand in hand we went to the church.

We did the ceremony. And before we knew it, I was finally Mrs. Strange.

''I now pronounce you,'' the priest smiled at the side of me and Stephen, ''husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.'' Stephen placed his hands on my cheeks and pressed his lips to mine.

He lingered there for a second and slowly pulled away. A smile covered my face when I saw that some of the excess of my pink lips transferred to his. Everyone around us cheered, and we finally had our first party as Mr. and Mrs. Strange.

I was now Mrs. Strange.

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