A/N: Hello my dear readers!

Here is a request from LostTrajectory as a Cloak X Reader.

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« Again » sternly stated Stephen as you tried to harness a complicated spell.

To handle elements like fire was not as easy as it seems, especially with Master Stephen, oops, I mean, Doctor Strange given that he was not a patient person.

You took a deep breath and focussed your energy in your palms, calming your body to harness the power of your magical abilities. Slowly, you felt something tickled your fingertips, crackling and waiting to be unleashed. You opened your eyes and locked them with the sorcerer supreme. He immediately took another and summoned a whip, ready to stop the birth of your attack. However, this time, you were not going to let him do what he wanted.

« Not this time, Strange, » you thought while you bent down, aiming at his legs. Claws of fire erupted from your fingers, taking the form of your own whips intertwining to form a blazing rope which wrapped itself around Strange's feet.

Nevertheless, his faithful companion dodged your attack and punched your rope back at you. The attack you sent fireback at you and you gasped as the rope roughly wrapped itself around you, tying you up like a saucisson. You wiggled in every way you could, your body twisting in various angles to free yourself from your whip but nothing worked. You sighed loudly, defeated as a loud laugh broke the lingering silence, making you raised your head up to look at your teacher.

« This is not funny, Stephen ! » you argued, furrowing your eyebrow while you moved again, but the rope only tightened around you.

His face, usually so stoical and focussed was relaxed in the happiness of laughing. You looked at him, tilting your head to the side, finding this new part of Stephen quite... appealing.

« He should laugh and smile more often » you muttered slowly while you jumped your way to him.

Once in front of him, you stated darkly :

« Stephen, can you help me out, please? »

His beautiful laugh subsided, his hand holding his belly for support while he tried to look at you without laughing. It inevitably happened the moment he locked his eyes with yours.

« I can't. This is too much » he laughed, the glance of tears on the verge to fall.

You sighed loudly.

« Stephen ! » you whined, jumping again to get closer.

Your gesture only made him laugh louder, which soon caught the attention of one of the resident. The god of mischief walked slowly to the training room where he spotted the two of you. His blue eyes set upon you, a small smirk playing on his lips while he eyes you carefully.

The blazing rope wasn't painful, only glowing a golden colour while the item was tightly wrapped around you. The way the dark-haired man look at you made you realise the compromising position you were into. Indeed, the whip was circling your chest, coming back from your shoulder to land on your waist and your legs. Loki came next to Stephen, who was gradually calming down and asked, staring the both of you :

« Is it one of your Midgardian demonstration of love you call ' kink'? »

Stephen's eyes widened while you stammered :

« W..What ?! No! »

He raised an eyebrow at you, grinning.

« Oh, is it a blush I see on your cheeks, Lady Y/ N? Do you need a bed to fulfil your desire? »

You narrowed your eyes at him, jumping to him, the most you can in your condition, missing the gaze of Stephen eyeing your body.

« You have way more imagination and I knew I shouldn't have let you read « Fifty Shade Of Grey » »

Stephen suddenly stopped laughing.

« You 're what ?! »

Loki put his finger under your chin, making you face him.

« Is it a challenge I sense in your statement? »

Before you had the chance to say something, something warm snaked its way around your body and flew you out of the training room, under the bewildered eyes of Stephen who watched his Cloak take you somewhere else.

As he looked at you flying, he asked Loki :

« She has this kind of books in her room? »

Loki crossed his arms against his chest, smirking.

« And more. Would you like to see them, Doctor Strange? »

« Of course not, for who do you think I am? »

The god chuckled.

« There are fanfictions. Of you. Of me and more. »

Stephen gulped, and looked at the god, trying to decipher the lie in his words.

« Show the way, puny god. »

Loki rolled his eyes.

« How many times will I have to tell you not to call me that? You shall refer to me as king. »

With a common nod, they both left the training area, the two men talking about your favourite books and how many secrets you had in your precious room.

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« Cloak, where are you taking me ?! » you yelled, as the relic flew faster through the sanctum's corridors, leading you in the depth of the building.

You couldn't move, neither stopped the item as it obeyed to no one so you waited. Soon, the Cloak of Levitation brought you to an unknown room full of books. You saw a couch in the corner with a window leading to the city of New York. It was warm and cosy, welcoming.

The collar pushed you gently on the sofa, and you sit as best as you can with the rope tightening your chest and legs with this position. The cloak let go of your shoulders and levitated in front of you.

« Lev ? » you asked as the hems of the collar glided over the glowing rope, brushing it in fear.

Bending down to your feet, the cloak grabbed the first part of the rope from your calf and pulled. With a gentleness you didn't know the item had, Lev removed the whip circling you in a hug at the same time.

However, as the cloak removed the whip, it also touched your body sensually and you didn't expect it at all the sensations it gave you. Shivers of hope ran through your spine as the relic pulled the rope from your thigh and trailed up to your waist.

« Lev, I can do the rest, don't worry. »

You raised your hand up to grab the rope but the relic slapped your hand away, determined to do it itself.

Suddenly all you saw was a veil of crimson as the Cloak rose up and reached your chest to pull at the rope. It brushed the birth of your breath, making you gasp but the item kept on removing the blazing whip until it was over.

The glowing rope disappeared the moment it lost contact with your skin and you sighed in relief, freed.

« T... Thank you, Lev. »

The cloak let one of its hems longed on your collarbone, trailing up to your neck and lips. You stayed frozen on your spot as you saw the relic kissed your lips, the material soft against you and you blinked.

Then it stepped away and wrapped itself around you, one of its hems caressing your sides lovingly and you realised you had one of the most faithful companions of all times next to you. You put your hands on the crimson relic and squeezed gently, conveying your thanks. You snuggled into to the cloak, your face in the crook of the collar while the call of sleep brought you to Morpheus, safe in the embrace of the Cloak of Levitation.

A/N: So what did you think? Any suggestions for a new  cloak x reader?