Doctor Strange X Reader First Book

Let Me Love You

A/N: Hello my dear readers!

Here is a small fluffy one-shot I had from a dream where Stephen demonstrates his love to the reader through small attentions.

Hope you enjoy.

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Under his stoical face, the way his eyebrows would furrow when uncertainty was piercing his features or when he was confused, Stephen had his own way to show his love.

He could be as distant as ice, uncatchable as the wind, or boiling his thoughts out like a burning fire. But when Stephen finally let his Sorcerer Supreme duties at rest, he was just a man seeking comfort from the woman he loved dearly.

The first time he opened himself up to you, snuggling in the bed at the ungodly hours of the night while you were sleeping, you had embraced him, your arms instinctively wrapping around his chest as he nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing your relaxing scent.

« Stephen, it's late. »

He had tightened his grip around you, possessively pulling you closer and said :

« Let me hold you, love »

You had dozed off quite quickly after his statement, lost in the powerful embrace of Stephen Strange.

The following morning, he was gone, but you could still feel the ghost of his embrace on your body, the warmth fading away at each passing seconds.

« Stephen » you sighed, wiggling your way out of your bedsheets. You wished he was there when you woke up but you knew deep down the world needed him and who were you to deny the world to have their protector?

Little did you know, Stephen had observed the whole scene in his Astral projection form, eyeing your every move as he loved to watch you wake up.

The second time he demonstrates his love for you was when you were reading a spellbook in the furthest corner of the library. You didn't know he was there until you felt his lips brushed your neck, kissing gently the exposed skin and earning a small gasp from your kissable lips. He portaled himself behind you, away from Wong's acute eye and wrapped his arms around your waist, pushing you against his chest while he devoured your neck. His beard scratched your skin deliciously, eliciting shivers of pleasure through your body. You tilted your head to the side, giving him more access and the opportunity to kiss every inch of your neck. He licked, and nibbled the area, leaving his mark on its wake while you enjoyed every second of it. He knew how to turn you into a mess.

« S..Ste..Stephen »

You tried to keep your moans quiet, you really did. However, when he bit the peculiar soft spot of your neck, one of his hand dancing on your waist as the other pushed your hair to the side, you couldn't help but gasp loudly.

Immediately, he spun you around, cupping your cheeks to kiss you with a force you didn't he had.

The force of love drove him to give you more attention: hand holding here and there, making Wong rolls his eyes each time he saw the both of you smiling like idiots, or unexpected kisses through portals. It would have been sweet at first but when he did when you were having a conversation with Tony Stark about his suit, you couldn't escape the playboy's teasing for weeks.

« So you and Strange, huh? Isn't it strange? » Tony snickered at your blushing state.

« Tony, don't. »

« Who am I to judge ? » he added, smirking like a madman.

Then as you waited for him to go to bed, he showed up shirtless, purposefully stretching his muscles as he walked into the room. You looked at his defined V-line, the way his muscles danced at his movements and when he crawled his way to bed, hovering you with a smirk on his lips you asked :

« Are you trying to turn me on? » you said, arching an eyebrow.

He only leaned further, his lips ghosting over yours.

« Is it working? »

You closed the tiny gap between you two and kissed him slowly. You put your hands around his neck, pulling him closer as you bit his lip, taking control of the kiss. He groaned at your move, leaning forward and conveying his love through the kiss. You tangled your hands in his hair, scratching from his neck slowly to his back, your nails digging painlessly into his skin. He groaned louder, spinning around so you could straddle him. He cupped your cheek with one hand, and you leaned into his welcomed scarred hand, looking at him lovingly.

« I love you. You're my heart into this tumultuous world. »

You smiled, kissing his palm.

« And I love you too, to the end of the universe and back, Stephen. »

His cerulean orbs locked with yours, the flame of love dancing vividly as he kissed you again.

That night, he showed you what pure love looked like.

A/n: Any thoughts? Nice dream, right?