Doctor Strange X Reader First Book

A Massage Always Helps

A/N: Hello my dear readers!

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Here is a oneshot an imagine where the reader is too tensed in her back and asked for the help of her dear doctor strange.

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A smile lightened your features, your eyes memorising the words they met and you chuckled. You were reading " The Hobbit" by Tolkien at the moment with the Dragon Smaug met Bilbo and you noticed the strange similarities with your dear sorcerer. How his sassy remarks aimed true, how he moved with grace and how his burning eyes pierced through your soul. You didn't know how long you read but your muscles stirred painfully when you moved a bit and you groaned. The growing pain in your back increased, your body telling you how a bad habit you had taken, laying against a wall with nothing to soften your muscles and spine. You growled but remained still, determined to finish the book despite the pain but the flicker of the familiar cloak brought you out of your thoughts. Its crimson hems gently stood in front of you, towering you without its master. It was set free while Stephen was probably studying magical spells and his item was free to do whatever it wants. However, you had noticed how the relic often remained not too far, observing you with a motherly bond. You smiled at the invisible man and got up, facing the magical cloak. One of its hems raised up to your right and you sighed.

" Fine, I'm going to see Stephen. Thank you, Cloak."

The cloak followed you the whole way, until you reached your destination, making sure you were not going to sneak off to fulfil the pursuit of your reading. You saw the man you loved dove in thousands of books wide open scattered on the table. He passed a hand through his dark hair, brushing over his white strands and the way his eyebrows furrowed made you smile. Too focussed in his scrolls, you sat in front to him, observing closer his features. You had watched the trilogy " The Hobbit" and your mind was set "on Hobbit and Lord of Thr Ring mode" and you noticed his tightened jaw reminding you of Smaug the Tyrannical, and imagining his sparkling blue eyes turning into amber reptilian orbs, his well-defined cheekbones the birth of a scale but when he bit his lips, it made you think of a predator like a dragon waiting for its prey to come out of its hide. You looked at him turned the pages, his slender fingers as sharp as claws and a smile pursued your lips. Nevertheless, the striking trigger which made your heart flutter and your heart hammering faster in your chest was his voice. How its tone and hoarseness tickled your ears in your sweet lullaby with some wild sounds. The sound you craved for like a burning furnace echoed suddenly, snapping you out of your daydream:

" Y/N?"

You shook your head, the image of Smaug disappearing from your eyes and watched Stephen who was looking at you with curiosity.

" What are you doing here?"

God, his deep tone made goosebumps rolls on your skin and your breath got caught in your throat. He waited patiently for you to answer him, gazing at you lovingly.

" I think I hurt myself sitting hours against the wall and my back is quite painful. So maybe, with your medical experience, could you help me with it? Or do you know a way to ease the pain?"

He tilted his head to the side, pondering for a bit. Then, he got up and walked behind you, you turned your head to see what he was doing but his hands stopped you, keeping you still. His fingers brushed the skin of your neck, warming your already burning skin and you tried to calm yourself.