#Doctor Strange X reader

[geeky-politics-46]

Surgery Headcanon

How would my favorite Marvel men react to you having surgery. 

I'm getting my gallbladder taken out in a couple of weeks, it will be my first surgery ever, so this is 100% self-indulgent. That's part of why I've been so absent this year, I've had an organ rebelling.

Doctor Stephen Strange 

Will ask who your doctor is to see if he knows them. If not, he may send a referral to a trusted former colleague on your behalf. He's not letting you under the knife unless he knows you have a good surgeon.

Will tell you how routine the surgery is if you are starting to worry. Almost a bit blasé about your concerns, after all, bedside manner was never his strong suit as a surgeon. Plus, it really is a routine, laparoscopic procedure. Way less intricate & dangerous than neurosurgery.

1000% will try to micromanage everything once you're at the hospital prepping for or immediately out of surgery. He wants to see your chart. He wants to know what your most recent vitals are. Hell, he may have even asked if he can observe the surgery. Partly, it's him being overprotective, partly it's because he misses being a doctor.

Definitely breaking into the doctor's lounge for the good coffee, not the instant crap in the cafeteria.

After you are home, he will be vigilant about making sure you take your pain meds & will check your incisions to make sure everything is healing well. You are in very safe, if slightly neurotic hands.

Secretly, or not so secretly, enjoying getting to play doctor again to take care of you. Looking forward to when you are well enough that you can play doctor and patient the really fun way.

Bucky Barnes 

May actually be a bigger mess than you are. Thanks to Hydra, medical anything makes his anxiety shoot through the roof. Now piled on top of that, he feels out of control & helpless to make you feel better.

Would have to be physically dragged out of your hospital room, so the hospital staff just lets the whole “visitors hours” thing slide.

The second you wake up, he is by your side asking if you need anything. Probably didn't sleep or even sit down the entire time you were in surgery.

If you even make an odd face, he's asking if you are in pain, and he has become a huge pain in the ass for your nurses. 

May have thought about threatening your surgeon about if something went wrong.

Either guard dog mode, or he completely shuts down. There is no in between. 

Afraid he's going to break you while you are recovering. Offers to sleep on the floor or on the couch just in case. Doesn't want to let you out of his sight until you are healed. 

Steve Rogers

Tells you over and over how everything will be okay and that you are in good hands.

May tell you stories about how much hospitals and medical stuff has improved since he was so sick before the serum.

Reads up on your surgery and your doctors. He wants to understand as much as he can about what is going on. He probably has more questions for the doctor than you do.

Puts on a brave face for you but secretly will be a little nervous. He hates seeing you sick or in pain, and he can't help but worry a little bit.

Will respect hospital rules but will stay up until the very last minute of visiting hours are over. Knows the names of every nurse and doctor treating you. 

Definitely has flowers or a stuffed bear for you as soon as you wake up from surgery. 

Dotes on your every need once you are home and watches you like a hawk. The first few days, he doesn't even let you go to the bathroom by yourself. You can't get away with shortcutting your recovery under his eye. 

Sam Wilson

Buys you a cute, silly stuffed version of whatever you are having surgery on to make you laugh. See my new stuffed sad gallbladder plush as reference here.

All the nurses love him, and he likes to crack jokes with all the staff. Offers to help with anything he can but mostly tries to stay out of their way.

Trying to make you smile all the way until they wheel you to the OR. He doesn't want you to be scared or nervous. 

Like Steve, he will put on a brave face but will be nervous once you are in surgery. Lots of pacing back & forth. Lots of trips to the coffee machine.

Takes care of you once you are home but not quite as mother hen as Steve. Will let you judge what is best for you, but will 100% call you out if he sees you doing something the doctor told you not to.

Will also rat you out to your doctor if you don’t follow their instructions. He doesn't want to snitch, but he'd also rather not be the one to scold you.

Loki

Doesn't like the idea of someone operating on you. Trained surgeon or not, they are still just a simple Midgardian.

Doesn't like the hospital one bit. Comments on the color and decor, even the hideous hospital gown you have to wear. Partly to make you laugh, partly because it was all truly hideous.

If your surgeon even hesitates on a question you ask, Loki will assume they aren't the best and demand another doctor. You may have to talk him down a bit. He's a prince, after all, and he wants to make sure you are in the best hands possible.

The whole thing seems a bit barbaric to him. He would much have preferred using magic or Asgardian ways to heal you, but alas when on Midgard. 

Secretly terrified something will happen to you, but would never tell you he's worried. Doesn't like that he can't do anything to help you.

Is not very used to taking care of people, and as royalty, he's the one used to being waited on, but he will try his best to do whatever you need him to do.

Will probably mostly ignore instructions from the doctor so you are in charge of that part of your care, but he will beg to accelerate your healing with his magic if he can.

Eddie Brock & Venom

Venom brings you chocolates, which he then eats after you tell him he can, and says not to worry because if the doctors don't take proper care of you he will bite off their heads and eat their brains.

Eddie is nervous but trying to be brave, so you won't be scared. It doesn't help that Venom keeps telling Eddie not to make you nervous, which then, in turn, makes him nervous. He will try to make jokes and keep you entertained however he can.  

Eddie and Venom try not to argue while they wait for you to get done with surgery. The last thing you need is to wake up and find out that they ended up in the psych ward for talking to/arguing with themselves in the waiting room. They are on their best behavior.

Both of them try to wait on you hand and foot after you get home. You've had to eat several well-meaning but truly gross breakfasts in bed so as not to disappoint either of them. They mean so well, but neither of them can cook beyond tater tots.

You have woken up to Venom staring at you because “one of us has to watch you at all times until you are recovered”. He took that 100% seriously. He has also stuck tendrils under the bathroom door like cat paws.

One great thing about Venom is the fact that thanks to his tendrils, he can literally get anything you need from around the apartment in seconds without you or Eddie having to get up. This makes him one of the best nurses ever. All you have to do is hint that you want something and boom, it's there.

[twistedgameswewrite]

I need to tear that man apart with my teeth(/pos)

[brunchable]

Mini Series

All I Ask - Part I - Part II - Part III Devotion or Delusion - Part I - Part II - Part III Can't Love You in the Dark - Part I - Part II - Part III Into The Looking Glass - Part I - Part II A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be

Not Safe for Work (18+)

Dirty Laundry - Part I Part II Poisonous Touch - A Touch of Jealousy 5 More Minutes Same Ol' Mistakes Sweet

Oneshot

We Can't Be Friends Untamed Chaos I'd Choose You, No Other Way, Glimpse of Us, To Be Close To You, Till There Was You, My Girl HALLOWEEN SPECIALS

[vickiee-mcmuffin]

Ahhh your requests are open!! You can write a smut where the reader is America's friend (of legal age!!!) and has a crush on Stephen. I would be happy if you can do something really dirty with dirty talk and creampie.

A little crush

Word count: 3.4k

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Female Reader

Trope: Explicit smut, Age gap, Oral (F Receiving), (18+ Warning, Minors DNI)

Summary: You became good friends with America when you started your journey at Kamar Taj a few months ago. But you also found yourself having a bit of a crush on America’s carer, Doctor Stephen Strange.

A/N: This is a very old request, so I’m not sure if the person who asked for this is still here. But I hope you like this idea.

You were glad that it was America you had met first at Kamar Taj. She was sweet, friendly, and welcoming, and it only took a few months for you two to become best friends.

She was staying in New York with one of the masters: the one and only Doctor Stephen Strange. He had helped America out: saving her after a witch attempted to steal her powers. That was when Stephen became America’s carer, and since the two of you were so close, you often found yourself spending your days and nights at the sanctum. You’d see Stephen a lot, and you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t have a crush on him. He was a good twenty years older than you, but you found him so handsome, and there had been so many nights where you laid in bed having the filthiest of fantasies about him. There was no way you could ever tell America, though.

Just like a lot of other nights, you were staying over at the sanctum. You were resting with America in her room after a long day of training when the urge to down a cold drink hit you.

“I’m gonna go get some soda,” you told her.

Smiling at you, America nodded. “Okay.”

You began your journey to the kitchen, but that was when you made your way past Stephen’s room. The door was open with just the tiniest of cracks and you could hear music pouring through. You couldn’t help it when you looked through the little gap, gasping when you saw Stephen in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and one on his shoulders, his hair slightly damp from the shower. He was humming to the song in the background, and you found yourself staring. He was just so damn beautiful.

Suddenly, Stephen looked in your direction. Your eyes locked and you backed away fast, spinning on your heels. 

“Y/N?” you heard Stephen call out to you. 

But you ignored him, your cheeks bright red and your heart racing. You chose to just forget about your drink and scurry back to America’s room.

You weren’t sure how you’d face Stephen again.

******

A few hours had passed since your little incident with Stephen. You and America were deep in conversation when there was a knock at her door.

“Come in!” America called out.

Stephen pushed the door open, eyes darting between the two of you. “You two should get some rest now. It’s late and you both have training tomorrow.”

America nodded. “Okay.”

Then Stephen’s eyes landed on you, and slowly but surely, he ran them up and down your body. He shot you a little smile, one that made your body tingle. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

It was hard to fall asleep after that. After the way he looked at you. You tossed and turned, your mind not letting you forget how dark his eyes had got as he stared your way. You needed something to cool you down, so you hopped out of bed to get a drink. You moved into the kitchen as quietly as you could, pouring yourself some cold water, just about to raise the glass to your lips.

“What are you doing?” a deep voice asked.

You gasped and jumped, heart racing as you turned to see Stephen. “You made me jump!”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I just wanted to know why you were still awake.”

“I just wanted to get a drink. I can’t sleep.”

It stayed quiet between the two of you, but your skin felt hot and tingly as Stephen took slow steps your way.

“Are you okay?” he asked, head tilted a little.

You turned around. Stephen was so close to you. Closer than he had ever been. You stared into his eyes before looking at the floor, feeling your face go all hot. You must have been blushing.

“I’m good,” you finally said.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” he asked, taking another slow step your way.

“No. No, you’re not.”

“Why won’t you look at me then?”

Swallowing, you realised just how close Stephen was. Just inches away. You could smell him. That deep, masculine scent. It made your whole body heat up. “I can’t tell you. It’s embarrassing...”

You felt a long finger on your chin, your head tilting up. You met Stephen’s eyes and just like earlier, his eyes moved up and down your body. Slowly, he leaned in close, his soft-looking lips by your ear. “I know that you were watching me earlier. I bet you liked what you saw, huh?”

“I… Um. Ma-ma-maybe,” you stuttered, unable to think of the correct words to say. 

Stephen kept his eyes on you and chuckled. “Seems to me that a certain someone here has a crush on me, hmm?”

“I’m so sorry, Stephen.”

“No, you’re not sorry. I’ve known about your little crush on me for a while now.”

You had been caught. Really, you weren’t sorry. He knew about your little crush on him and had caught you red-handed with your eyes on him. You weren’t subtle or slick. No. You were painfully obvious.

Stephen pressed his broad body to yours suddenly, and it had you gasping.

“Stephen?” you asked, grabbing his arm.

“Tell me, Y/N. Tell me what you want from me,” he whispered.

“No, I can’t.”

“You can.”

“It’s… bad. It’s inappropriate. You’re so much older than me.”

Stephen laughed lowly. “Is it inappropriate that I think about you?”

Blinking at him, you gave him a wide-eyed stare. “You do?”

“Yes. A lot.”

“Oh...”

You couldn’t hold yourself back anymore after that. Standing on the tips of your toes, you softly pressed your lips to his. The kiss was slow and soft as Stephen held you to him, the two of you sharing a sweet kiss. But then you remembered your friend. The girl who had been so kind and warm to you.

You pulled away from Stephen quickly, your hands on his chest as you shook your head. “We can’t do this.”

Stephen’s brows pulled together. “Why?”

“What about America? What if she finds out?”

“She doesn’t have to know. This can be our secret. America is sleeping right now, anyway. I won’t tell her if you don’t.”

You could definitely keep the secret to yourself. You already had experience with that. Humming, you nodded at Stephen. “Okay,” you said. “As long as you promise to keep us a secret because I’m not sure how America would react if she saw us doing this. I never want to lose her as a friend.”

“I won’t say a word to her. I promise.”

You knew you could trust him. You kissed him again, pushing your tongue into his mouth, the kiss growing more intense by the second, his hands moving all over your body until he grabbed you and lifted you onto the kitchen counter. One big hand pushed through the elastic of your pyjama bottoms. He pressed a skilled finger to your clit, his finger circling against the wet, sensitive bud. You whined against Stephen’s lips, the feeling sending a spark up your body.

“You’re so wet, Sweetheart. Go on, tell me. Tell me what you want,” Stephen asked you again.

“I want you so bad,” you finally confessed with a cry.

“Good girl.” Stephen grabbed at you, picking you up from the counter as your legs wrapped around his waist. “I’m gonna give you what you want.”

He held you tight as he carried you to his bedroom. Stephen kicked the door shut and with a wave of his hand, the sound of the door locking hit your ears. He must have locked his door with some kind of spell. A second later, his tongue was back in your mouth, his grunts and groans loud as he got you settled on the bed. His eager hands tugged your pyjamas and panties off, and he took a step back, eyes moving up and down your body.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. His lips met your neck and he gave you wet, little kisses along your breasts and stomach, not stopping until he got to that spot between your thighs. 

Stephen suddenly gave you a dark look. You locked eyes, the two of you almost staring each other down before Stephen finally gave you a cocky smirk. His tongue pushed out between his lips as he ran it right along your slit, right until he got to your clit. A soft moan fell from your lips, your back arching at the sudden feeling of pleasure. You brought a shaky hand down, dragging your fingers through Stephen’s locks.

“Stephen,” you whined out. “Mm, feels so good.”

You were being too loud. Your teeth bit into your bottom lip, trying to keep your sounds of pleasure muffled as Stephen kept playing with your clit. You had never felt anything so good. Your fingers gripped Stephen’s hair hard and tight, a fistful of hair in your grasp. Stephen wouldn’t stop. He just kept licking and sucking at you as you laid there, trying to keep your filthy sounds of pleasure to yourself.

But he managed to make it even better as he slid a long finger into you, curling it just right as he kept taking care of your clit. It was all too much for you. His lips, his finger. Another finger. He slipped one more into you, and then you found yourself clamping your free hand to your mouth to keep your scream low and muffled.

“Stephen!” you called out, the sound thankfully softened thanks to the palm of your hand up against your lips.

Stephen’s eyes met your half-opened ones and he smirked against your wet pussy. Then he carried on sucking and licking at you, his goatee tickling you with each second that passed. It just added to the pleasure. You were getting closer and closer. You could feel it. You were on the brink of your orgasm.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you whined to Stephen.

Stephen began to pump his fingers into you at an impossible speed once you said that. He wouldn’t stop. He just seemed so focused on giving you nothing but pleasure. You rocked your hips against his face, so desperate and eager to cum. His nose began to rub up against your sensitive bud, his tongue lapping at your pussy lips. You just couldn’t control yourself anymore. You came right then and there, crying out loudly behind your hand as the pleasure hit you. Stephen didn’t take his lips off of you, though. He kept licking and sucking at you, dragging out your orgasm and making it last as long as possible.

Panting wildly, you allowed yourself a few moments to calm down. Your pussy still felt so sensitive as you looked down at Stephen, his lips and goatee glistening with your pussy juices. He pulled his fingers from you and moved up your body, pressing his lips to yours. You could instantly taste yourself right there on his mouth. It was filthy but in the best way possible.

Shoving your tongue into Stephen’s mouth, the two of you laid there kissing one another hungrily. But Stephen suddenly pulled away and stood up. He smirked at you as you watched him pull his clothes off in a second flat. You gasped when you saw how big he was: thick and long and veiny. You wanted to feel him inside you badly.

Stephen got settled on his knees in front of you, keeping your legs spread before he grabbed his cock, pumping himself up and down. He gave you a long, deep kiss before resting his forehead against yours.

“I really wanna hear all those beautiful sounds you’ll make,” he said lowly, “but you gotta be quiet for me.”

You nodded. “I’ll be quiet.”

He kissed you again before pressing the swollen tip of his cock to your entrance. Slowly, he slid into you, and you already found yourself whining at the stretched out sensation he was giving you. He was just so big. He groaned above you, pushing into you more.

“You’re so big,” you said with a whisper. You had never felt anything so big and thick and perfect. “God, you feel so big inside me.”

“Fuck,” Stephen grumbled out. “You feel so fucking tight, warm and wet.”

He inched into you more and more until you had all of him, until you were stuffed with his cock. That was when he pulled out and began to pump himself back into you, stretching you out with his cock. You felt so full as he fucked you, your legs wrapping around him as he took you and fucked you and made you all his. In and out, in and out.

“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart,” he muttered into your ear. “God, you feel so good. Does my cock feel good inside of you? Hm?”

You nodded, whining as you bit into your bottom lip. “So… So good. Please, you feel so good.”

“Mm, this is what you wanted, huh? You wanted my cock. You wanted it so fucking bad. You’re taking it so good, baby. You’re taking my cock like such a good girl. Look at you. Look at how good you look like this.”

You didn’t do it on purpose. It was just that Stephen’s cock felt so good stuffed inside of you and his filthy words were getting to you as well: the moan was ripped right out of you, the sound loud and shrill. Stephen’s hand was suddenly on your mouth, your eyes big as he carried on fucking you and filling you up.

“You gotta stay quiet for me,” he said. “I know it feels good. I know that little pussy wanted my cock so fucking bad, but you can’t keep moaning so loud. I know it’s hard. My cock feels so fucking good inside of you, doesn’t it?”

“Mhm!” you let out behind his hand.

He chuckled. “You take it so damn good. You’re taking every fucking inch. Look at that look in your eyes. I bet you’re so close for me again. Are you? Hm? Are you close?”

You were, and all you could do was nod in response as he slid in and out of you, his cock so thick as he took you. Your orgasm was seconds away. You could feel it. Stephen pulled out of you and pushed into you deep, the movements fast and wild, the sound of skin hitting skin in the air.

“I’m so close,” you said, your voice so soft and muffled. “Mm, I’m so—” It was all too much, and soon you found yourself losing control right there with his cock stuffed inside of you. Your orgasm hit you, taking over your whole body. Your skin felt hot and your toes curled as Stephen slammed in and out of you.

“There we go,” Stephen said with a chuckle.

You laid there panting for a good full minute until Stephen pulled his soaked cock out of you. He flipped you over so that you were on top, his hands moving from your waist to your hips to your ass, lifting you up before he lowered you back down onto his cock. A second later, he had filled you back up, stretching you out once again. Hands on his broad shoulders, you began to ride his cock wildly. Up and down, up and down. You took every inch of his cock as he groaned below you.

“That’s it,” Stephen muttered. “Just like that. Keep riding my cock.”

Your own moans were far too loud so you pressed your face right to his neck, hoping that would keep the sounds muffled. You couldn’t help it when you sucked at his soft skin, leaving behind little love bites as you bounced on his cock.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” said Stephen. “You feel so fucking good, Y/N. Fuck.”

There was a knock at the door suddenly. A loud one. It made you jump a little, your eyes widening as you stared down at Stephen.

“Shit,” he said, voice laced with panic. “Stop.”

You halted then and there, waiting to see Stephen’s next move.

Stephen cleared his throat. “Who’s there?” he asked, a fake, sleepy tone in his words. Like he had just woken up.

“It’s me,” America said from the other side of the door. “I was just wondering if you knew where Y/N was. I just woke up and can’t find her anywhere.”

“Uh,” Stephen said, that feigned, sleepy tone still there in his voice, “maybe she went for a walk or went back to Kamar Taj or something. I dunno.”

“Hmmm, okay then,” said America. “I’m going back to bed. Goodnight.”

You both stayed still with Stephen’s cock still buried deep inside of you. You waited to hear the sound of America’s door clicking shut, and with that, you lifted yourself up that little bit and worked yourself back down Stephen’s cock, eager to feel him again. You were moving fast and hard, your nails digging into Stephen’s shoulders as you took his cock. It was almost impossible to keep your moans to yourself as his thick cock stretched you out, and every now and then, a pleasure-filled moan would slip from your lips.

His swollen tip kept hitting that sweet spot deep inside of you. You were so close, and it seemed like Stephen could sense it.

“Be a good girl and cum on my cock for me again,” he said from below you. “Fucking do it. Just cum.”

You nodded, bouncing right there on his length, so eager to feel your third orgasm of the night. You rode him hard and fast, not stopping until that feeling of wild pleasure pooled all over your body. Stephen was fucking up into you, dragging out the feeling, letting your orgasm turn your body all hot and shaky.

He pounded into you from below with a groan. “I’m gonna cum,” he said.

“Mm, please cum inside me,” you whispered.

“Fuck, okay,” he said with gritted teeth.

One, two, three more thrusts, and then it was it for him. He pounded into you deep and hard, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he lost all control and emptied himself inside of you. Hot and sticky, his cum coated your inner walls and you shuddered at the feeling.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he let out with a pant.

For a little while, the two of you just stayed like that before Stephen reached forward, giving you a quick, sweet kiss. Then he gave your ass a tap, and you knew that was his way of telling you to lift yourself off of him. The second you did so, you felt his cum spilling right out of you. You laid against his chest, your own breathing heavy, but it was Stephen who got his back on track first.

You laid there in the bed as he got up and put some underwear on. Then he moved into the bathroom and came back with a warm cloth, letting it gently trace along your body and cleaning up the filthy mess he made. He threw it to the floor before sliding into bed with you, your head suddenly back on his chest. He kept his strong arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him. Eyes heavy, you were just about to let them shut and get lost in sleep.

“Y/N,” Stephen said softly.

You looked up at him, watching him smile at you. “Yeah?”

“You better get back to America’s room before she gets suspicious,” he said.

You had almost forgotten. “Oh, right.” You kissed him before you grabbed your hastily thrown pyjamas from the floor. “Goodnight, Stephen,” you said as you slowly moved towards the door.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he said.

Being as quiet as you could, you slipped back into America’s room. You moved into her bathroom, cleaned yourself up that tiny bit more, and then put your pyjamas back on. Then you climbed back into bed and America almost made you jump when she spoke up.

“Where were you?” she asked in the darkness.

“Um… I just went for a walk,” you lied. “I couldn’t sleep. I just needed to clear my head, you know?”

“Oh, okay,” America said, voice sounding sleepy.

You were pretty tired yourself. Your eyes slowly shut and you couldn’t fight back the smile as you thought about what had just happened. What a night. Stephen’s touch had been so skilled, so perfect. Everything you had imagined. You just hoped that you’d get to do it again, and hopefully, the next time wouldn’t be so rushed. You also hoped America wouldn’t ever find out the truth.

[kissofmourningdeath]

I need to tear that man apart with my teeth(positive)

[asgards-princess-of-mischief]

Last Updated: 2024-04-03

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Dr. Stephen Strange stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

✑ Between the Shelves￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by unrefinedmusings • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: You never expect the one-and-only Dr. Strange to walk into your bookstore looking for a birthday gift, nor did you expect what came next.

✑ 3:1 Ratio by parkerbliss • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Three times Dr. Strange saved you, and the one time you saved him."

✑ A Touch of Jealousy by brunchable • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 • ♥︎ • 🚫 •

Summary: "[After the events of 'Poisonous Touch,'] Stephen reminds you, who your husband is."

✑ All Tied Up by lipstickmarks • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You and Stephen try bondage."

✑ Annoying by spookyspecterino • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: "During an argument you let slip that you may have once had a crush on Stephen Strange, but Stephen doesn't reject you and some interesting things are revealed..."

✑ Be Alright by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 •

Description: Y/N and Stephen run into one another for the first time in years at Christine’s wedding. She’d thought her crush for the man had faded over the years, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.

✑ Breaking Codes of Conduct... by strangelure • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Poor Wong [walks in on you] and Stephen getting steamy in the Sanctum library."

✑ Candies and Stickers by annesthaeticc • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "In one of the many multiversal travels with America Chavez and you, Stephen finds himself in another universe and meets a version of himself. A meeting he didn't quite expect."

✑ Caught in a Web￨Prt. II by strangelockd • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You find the Master of the Mystic arts in a very compramising position... " then "Stephen finally gets his long awaited payback for what you put him through."

✑ Dancing with Myself by just-the-hiddles • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Stephen goes out with Wong for some groceries and comes back to find his cloak and [you getting] up to some shenanigans."

✑ Face Your Fears by lightmeuplivly • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: "After coming back from the multiverse he writes you a letter telling you everything you need to know..."

✑ Falling in Love by maria4444 • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: "[During a drunken game of truth or dare, you're] dared to sit in Stephen's lap for… the night."

✑ Family Bliss by eviesarusrex • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "Stephen and [you] —world famous Avengers (but kinda retired) —are picking up [your] kids from school."

✑ Get Ready with Me by sassenach-on-the-rocks • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Happiness Looks Good on You by classickook • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Attending Christine's wedding with Stephen has you feeling a little insecure about your relationship, however, the truth is that he could not be more in love with you.

✑ Hypothermia by gaitwae • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "After Stephen comes back from a mission in the mountains, he's contracted hypothermia."

✑ I'm Not in Love by ro-is-struggling • 〔E᜶A〕 •

Summary: "You are not in love with Stephen Strange, he is insufferable and does nothing but get on your nerves... So why do you feel some type of way every time he mentions Christine's name?"

✑ In Good Care by sassenach-on-the-rocks • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: After being hurt at work due to a mishap, you learn what happens when the girlfriend of the Sorcerer Supreme is harmed.

✑ Jealous Girl by strrvnge • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You've been invited to Christine's wedding as Stephen's plus one and while you're worried about getting late Stephen doesn't mind."

✑ Karaoke Night by annesthaeticc • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "The sorcerer supreme, the master of the mystic arts, and the disciple walk in to a karaoke bar on a Saturday night, fun ensues."

✑ Key to My Heart, the by sassenach-on-the-rocks • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Stephen returns to the Sanctum and discovers you waiting for him for the first time since he gave you a key.

✑ Kicker of Mystical A** by generallynerdy • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Mornings in the Strange household are... quiet, despite what people might think... Well, usually. Sometimes your husband's friends barge in... all comes with the job, you suppose. However, the first time they come knocking they are oddly quiet around you..."

✑ Let's Fall in Love by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "[You and Stephen] join the Avengers at Stark Tower. A friendly competition ensues where the sorcerers' musical knowledge is put to the test. Yes, [you're] friends, but [you can't deny you feel] something more for [your] mentor. Will hidden affections finally come to light through a bit of music?"

✑ Mrs. Strange by eviesarusrex • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: You and Stephen enjoy a moment alone at your wedding reception.

✑ My Heart is Yours by sassenach-on-the-rocks • 〔F᜶C〕 •

Summary: "Months after breaking up with your ex, your friendship with Stephen Strange has quickly blossomed. But how much more will it grow when a long-held secret comes out?"

✑ Not Going Anywhere by lykaonimagines • 〔F᜶C〕 •

Summary: After years of being Hydra's guinea pig, you believed there was nothing you couldn't handle. However, taking care of a sick Stephen Strange might prove to be beyond your capabilities, especially when he won't stop flirting with you!

✑ Not So Bad￨Prt. II by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "[When the Avengers need to 'borrow a wizard'] for a mission,… Stephen isn't too happy [to have you] spending the night away from him, [leading] him to take matters into his own hands."

✑ Rain by ultralightpoe • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Stephen hates rain, and he also hates fighting with you."

✑ Reminders and Regrets by takemehomeplz • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "You and Stephen both have different ideas of what it means to be safe, especially when it comes to your four-year-old daughter… and even more so when the activity in question involves messing around on the ice in the sanctum."

✑ Return to Me￨Prt. II by sassenach-on-the-rocks • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "Returning home after being blipped Stephen comes back to the Sanctum and discovers that the Sanctum now has new occupants, you and his daughter Aurora."

✑ Sacrificial Love by omgstarks • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 • ♡ •

Summary: "He told you he loved you. He told you he'd protect you. Then why would he sacrifice you?" 

✑ Save It til the Morning After by sassenach-on-the-rocks • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: Your relationship with Stephen has evolved from colleagues to friends to more than friends. Now that it has been brought up by a third party, you must navigate through feelings you can no longer ignore.

✑ Secret Behind the Smile￨Prt. II by eviesarusrex • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: You and Stephen have been covertly seeing each other for about a year, so far you haven't had an issue keeping your relationship a secret. However, it seems like your luck is starting to run out. How will everyone react when they discover your in a relationship with the sorcerer?

✑ Somebody to Love by lykaonimagines • 〔A᜶F〕 • ♡ •

Summary: Stephen has purposely avoided you since the blip, not ready to fully accept that you moved on while he was gone. But after being guilted into attending a Stark party, he’s forced to face situation and far from ready to do that.

✑ Toddler Troubles by vi-trying-to-survive • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Thousand Possibilities by curseofaphrodite • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Stephen visits the Stark Enterprises and stumbles upon you, but why did it seem like he already knew you?"

✑ Two of You by lykaonimagines • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: Convinced you and Stephen are planning to send her away, America begins "helping" around the sanctum to convince you to let her stay, resulting in chaos and a long-overdue family conversation.

✑ Wall of Text by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "[Your] unspoken feelings for Stephen are driving [you mad] and making it impossibly hard to focus on [your responsibilities in the Sanctum. You've] got to let [them] go... but not without telling him. Sending a message when he's out in the cosmos and unable to receive it has to be the best solution, right?"

✑ When a Man Annoys a Woman by eviesarusrex • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: "...What happens when Wong decides to set [you and Stephen] up on a blind date to confess your feelings to each other and give everyone at Kamar-taj a break from your and the doctor's constant bickering]."

✑ Where You're Going by spilledkauffie • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: After an argument with Stephen you find yourself in the Rotunda of Getaways

✑ A Bit of Comfort by dino-fart • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ After Care by mostly-marvel-musings • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ An Absolutely Point in Time by bxsotted • 〔F〕 •

✑ Another Reality by multific • 〔F〕 • 𑁍 •

✑ Are You Flirting with Me? by dino-fart •

✑ Between the Lines by bxsotted • 〔A〕 •

✑ Build-a-Bear Conversation by sorceress-marie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Butterflies by dino-fart • 〔F〕 •

✑ Cloak, the by justauthoring • 〔F〕 •

✑ Come to Bed by newtsniffles • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Dirty Dishes by vi-trying-to-survive • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Family Picnic by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Favourite Avenger by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Finally￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by whirlybirbs • 〔F〕 •

✑ Good Girl by omgstarks • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Happier Than Ever by sbnslver • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Holding Hands by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Husband & Wife by dino-fart • 〔F〕 •

✑ Kisses by iamnotoriginalphil • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Late Night Confessions by bxsotted • 〔F〕 •

✑ Lesson Learned by sassenach-on-the-rocks • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Library Tickles by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Mellow Morning by itsactuallywhitewolf • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Mid-Day Nap by curseofaphrodite • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Missing You by dino-fart • 16+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Please Don't Hide Things From Me by dino-fart • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Safe Space by vi-trying-to-survive • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Say It Ain't So by sbnslver • 〔F᜶M〕 •

✑ Serious by multific • 〔F〕 •

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✑ Sick Day Soup by vi-trying-to-survive • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Sleep Tight Strange by minnie-marvel • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Sleepy Morning by vi-trying-to-survive • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Stephen's Surprise by worldofheros • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Tea and Cuddles by high-functioning-lokipath • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Teach Me by coppercatwrites • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Terribly Stubborn by delicrieux • 〔F〕 •

✑ What's in It for Me? by whirlybirbs • 〔F〕 •

✑ Your My Happy Place by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Stephen Falling for You, His Nemesis… by myriadimagines • 〔F〕 •

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Come to Bed | Stephen Strange x Reader

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Your husband, Stephen Strange, had been having many sleepless nights. He was stubborn, and practically addicted to his work. You weren't going to let this slide by any longer, you missed having him by your side for nights full of comfort.

Warning/s: One use of 'Mrs,' you can easily change this for your gender! Fluff, and more fluff. Fluff only.

Word count: approx 1k

Your husband had a knack for spending sleepless nights. Often times he would instead be found in the library doing some late-night reading, or he would be whisked away for duties and missions. You, of course, hated this. While you could understand him leaving to contain potentially life-threatening, world-ending threats. It frustrated you to no end when you would wake without him by your side, only to find him in the library, or doing work that could easily have waited till morning.

You respect his efforts, his drive to continuously improve. What you don’t respect is his neglect of his own health. And you prefer to fall asleep in the warm confines of his arms. Throughout the years you have known him though, you had learnt just how to push his buttons. He was wrapped around your finger, and you loved that.

So right at this moment as you sat in your shared king bed all by yourself, leant against the dark oak frame, you were annoyed. You wanted your husband to come to bed, and you were going to make that happen. Tugging back the red and gold comforter, you let your bare feet touched the cold wooden ground and a shiver ran up your spine. You clutched onto the sling ring on the bedside table, slipping it onto your fingers before creating a portal to the library. You knew very well that Stephen would be sat at his desk with his head in a book.

Lo and behold, there was the love of your life, leaning against one of his palms whilst the other clutched onto a large book. You sighed and with each step you took closer to Stephen, the soft fabric of his shirt ran against your mid-thigh.

“Stephen, lovely,” you spoke softly into his ear as you wrapped an arm around his shoulders from behind. Your other arm came around for your hand to sit gently on his chest while your head plonked itself on top of his. “Come to bed.”

“Just let me finish up here, Sweetheart.” Stephen places his hand over yours around his shoulders, caressing up and down your forearm as he continues to read.

“You say that, and then you’ll still be here when I wake up in the morning,” you mumble into his hair as you place a kiss to the crown of his head.

“I promise to join you tonight,” his eyes still never leaving the page.

“Please come to bed now.” You move your head, leaning it down on his shoulder as you press your lips right behind his ear in yet another gentle kiss. Your husband immediately sucks in a breath. Oh, how he never could resist you. “Please, Stephen.”

“I really have to finish reading this, Love.” He leans back in your hold, letting the book drop from his hand and onto the desk with a soft thud. You knew you had won. You just had to push the tiniest bit more.

“Can’t you finish it in the morning? It isn’t going anywhere.” Thanks to his previous movements, you were now able to step around and situate yourself on his lap, straddling him. Arms around his neck, you gave him your best doe eyes. Something you had perfected, and he couldn’t withstand. “Please, babe. You know you need to get some sleep.”

Stephen lifts a shaky hand, and with such a light touch, so soft you didn’t think it possible, he moved some fallen hair behind your ear. Those hands that held so much trauma, you loved, just as you loved the man in front of you more than anything in the multiverse. More than words could admit. They landed on your hips with a gentle hold as he leant forwards to brush his lips against yours.

“Does that mean you’ll come to bed?” You smiled, fingers brushing through the hair just above the nape of his neck. And you could see he was in pure bliss. He was overworked, stressed, tired, a multitude of other things.

“If it’ll make you happy,” Stephen leans forwards once more, mumbling against your lips before placing them with such tenderness on your own. His trembling hands had clutched the hem of your his shirt, pulling it up slightly, just enough to place them back on your hips, this time bare.

“It’ll make me very happy.” You caressed his jawline, facial hair scratching at the tips of your fingers.

“Let’s go to bed then, Darling.”

Stephen moves his hands under your buttocks, lifting you as he stands. Your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you back through the portal you had created earlier. Closing it behind him, he lays you on the bed before stepping back to remove his robes while you climb back under the covers, desperate for both his and their warmth.

In your tired state, you held your arms out to hurry along your now shirtless husband. With a chuckle, Stephen lays on his back and tugs you to him with an arm around your waist. Laying your head on his chest, you release a sigh of comfort and snuggle impossibly closer to the man you love. You rest your palm against the right side of his chest, his heartbeat allowing you to relax fully. With his free hand, Stephen rubs up and down the arm you had on his chest.

“You better still be in bed when I wake up,” you mumble with closed eyes.

“Of course.” He kisses your forehead, leaving his mouth to rest there afterwards, every few minutes you would feel the pressure of a tender kiss once more.

“I love you so much,” you turn your head to kiss his chest before getting comfortable once more.

“I love you more, Mrs Strange.”

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Doctor Strange Master List

🥵 - smut, 🥰 - fluff

remember, my ask box is open for requests and ideas. I’m always in a mood to write, and I would love to add to my collection

all of the dividers i use were created by @cafekitsune, please check out their work!

Your Voice Consoles Me: 6.4k+ words - 🥰

(Part One): F!reader is up late again, thinking about Stephen after losing him in the blip.  (Part Two): F!reader aids in the battle of New York, reuniting with Stephen

You Made Her Shine: 15k+ words - 🥰

(Part One): The reader confides in Stephen during one of the most difficult times of her life.  (Part Two): Stephen takes the reader out on a date, wanting to remind her just how much she means to him.  (Part Three:)  Stephen and the reader thought they could enjoy their engagement in private. When all of New York picks up wind of their engagement, the Reader decides it's time to face the problem head on.  (Part Four:): Weddings are meant to be nice days full of fun, a little bit of stress, and loads of romance. It was certainly magical to say the least, but it was never supposed to end this way

Why Don’t You Run From Me: 5.8k+ words - 🥵🥰

(Part One): Stephen needs help getting back to his home universe. He runs into a variant F!reader and begins to question how he treats his F!reader (20 follower gift)  (Part Two): Sinister tried to avenge the death of his beloved reader. Alternately in their appropriate universe, Stephen and the reader get a few things off their chests

 Its Going Down, Down: 2.1k+ words

Variant!reader x Defender Strange, its a hurt story as the variant reader protects America

As Long As I’m Here: 1.9k+ words

Gender neutral reader is helped by Stephen after a fall and he takes care of their concussion

No One Loves Like Ghosts: 1.8k+ words

F!reader and Stephen find comfort in each other, confessing their feelings (50 followers request from Anon)

Can You Feel My Heart: 3.4k+ words

Doctor Strange Supreme needs more power to achieve his goals. Will he take them from the reader? Or will he find himself in an all too familiar situation?

I Can’t Deny The Way I Feel: 1.9k+ words

Stephen writes a love letter to the F!Reader (100 followers gift)

Can You Hear The Silence?: 2.9k+ words

Stephen rushes to save his wife while caught up in battle

Dancing Beneath the Stars: 4k words

838 Stephen and the reader admit their feelings over some drinks and a bucket of ice at the staff party

Let Me Adore You: 1.7k+ words - 🥵

Stephen and his fiancé, F!reader, have some alone time after the events of DSMOM

See What You can Take: 2.4k+ words - 🥵

the female reader is overworking herself and needs some relief, Stephen has a few ideas. (69 followers gift)

Dark Paradise: 4.5+k words - 🥵

Sinister Strange wants to show the F!Reader that the death of her Stephen doesn’t mean its the end of her happiness

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Omg hi I've been looking for someone who's been accepting requests for Doctor Strange! I definitely think we need more fics set during his neurosurgeon days. Being said that, I do have a request: No smut at all, just fluff. Something where Stephen is attracted to someone younger than him, someone in their 20s. He doesn't know how to go about asking her out and where to take her since they have an age difference. Just wanted something super cute. Thanks!

Tangerine

A/N: Shaking you anon!!!! Ugh, I am always, always down to write surgeon Strange. I had a fun time writing this, I got a little carried away whoops. Anyway, I hope this is everything you envisioned and more <3 feel free to blow up my inbox with Stephen requests, I’m here for it! Stephen Strange x female reader, neurosurgeon Stephen Strange, coworkers, mutual pining, age gap, awkward flirting, two dumbasses crushing on each other, Stephen being an old man, fluff and humor and good vibes for everyone!

(P.S. the title of this fic is based off the song Tangerine by Led Zeppelin, if anyone wanted some mood music for reading this)

Word count: 3.1k

“You’re blushing.”

Stephen freezes, hand caught in a proverbial cookie jar. He can’t help but reach up to feel the burning beneath his own fingers. Damn her.

“Aren’t you due for your fourth energy drink of the night?” He deflects skillfully, casting a sidelong glance at Christine who’s all smug and chummy next to him. He can’t give her the satisfaction of being right, nor can he give her the slightest clue at what he's blushing at. Or rather, who he’s blushing at. 

Young. Perky. A smile for every patient, intern, and charge nurse in between. You’re not yet jaded by twelve hour shifts and cases gone wrong and pissed off relatives of patients. Fresh out of medical school, all bright eyed and bushy tailed. Pushing one Stephen Strange to the brink of sanity and testing his usually stellar limits. This is a problem with no solution in sight. 

He’s well liked and his reputation is prestigious enough that if he really, really wanted to, he could persuade the hospital director to transfer you. To a new unit, a new floor, a new hospital. Ideally, he’d have someone just run you out of town and wipe your memory from his existence. But he’s not that much of a dick, despite what the other residents whisper and simper about over water cooler chitchat. 

This…crush, which Stephen doesn’t want to label it like that. Crush sounds so juvenile, another glaring reminder that he’s at least twenty years your senior. These feelings snuck up on him, he was going about his business, guiding this year’s new batch of residents with a well placed glare and plenty of sarcasm. Then boom! Knocked on his ass by a twenty-six year old resident fresh out of medical school. A young woman that Stephen not only is technically in charge of, but has no business pining after. 

Fate is a fickle mistress indeed.

He swears he’s not going to do a thing about it. He’s always been the suffer in silence type anyway. And oh, how he’s suffering now. Every accidental brush of contact, every chirped “Good morning, Doctor Strange!”, it’s unraveling him like a shitty knitting project. It’s damn near impossible to avoid you, especially considering how often you seek him out. It’s almost like you know you’re torturing him and relish his misery.

“Hey, Doctor Strange!” Stephen nearly jumps three feet in the air, spinning around with grace of a newborn giraffe. 

And there you are, a vision in teal scrubs and white sneakers. You’re so pretty it’s stupid. And Stephen feels the flames of hell licking at his heels as he basks in your presence like a starving man at a feast. “I heard you performed another successful Palmer-Strange technique yesterday. You must be psyched.” You chirp, oblivious to Stephen’s agony, smiling up at him like sunshine incarnate.

Christine elbows him in the side, hard. He blinks, realizing he’s been silently gaping at you for far long than what’s appropriate or sane. “Oh, yes. Yes, I did. I mean— we did,” He casts a sidelong glance at Christine who he can tell is biting back a laughing fit at his sudden ineloquence. He’ll scowl at her once you leave. 

“Congratulations, that’s awesome!” You praise so, so earnestly, reaching out to squeeze his bicep. You say your goodbyes and leave a flabbergasted Stephen in your wake of saccharine destruction.

“That was a little disgusting to witness,” Christine snorts, simpering up at Stephen. “You’re not usually this gawky, why don’t you just ask her on a date?” 

Stephen pales at the idea, scoffing in outrage, “Ask her out? Are you kidding me? That’s a horrible idea.” 

Christine balks, “How is it horrible? You like her and she obviously likes you. Two plus two equals four, doesn’t it?”

“She doesn’t like me. She tolerates me, mainly because I’m senior to her in every way that counts. Which is exactly why I can’t afford to get involved. What would she even get out of a date with me? I’m old enough to be her father. I bet if I asked her where she was on 9/11, she’d tell me she was three months old.” Stephen rants, gesturing wildly to emphasize the sheer absurdity of Christine’s suggestion. 

“I don’t think she minds the fact that you’re almost half a century old,” Christine pats his arm condescendingly, returning her attention to the case notes in her hands. 

“I am not that old,” Stephen hisses, running his hands over his face tiredly. This day just keeps getting longer and longer. 

“Remind me again, what year were you born?” Christine asks airily, not even sparing a glance up from the papers.

“Shut it,” Stephen snaps, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. 

—

Jamming these feelings down into a dark, chasmic corner is not working. In fact, if anything, it’s making this far, far worse. Stephen is starting to make mistakes in his work. Mistakes. The very thought of something as trivial as a passing fancy having this much impact in his career is absurd. And yet, it’s happening whether he likes it or not. Thankfully, the mistakes are minor and harmless. But still, the fact that it's happening at all is utterly ridiculous.

He’s going to have to nip this in the bud immediately. The universe, however, has other ideas. Which is how he finds himself alone, in his office with you one Thursday night. Night being a generous stretch, really it’s two in the morning and his eyes are stinging with exhaustion. There’s a rather complicated case that’s come through the ER and he saw it as the perfect opportunity to see how you fare and provide a little guidance. 

Yes, he’d rather drag his bare ass down a mountain than be within ten miles of your insufferably sweet scent. But, he also wants to see you succeed. So, Stephen stuffs down every dopey, lovesick thought and grits his teeth, pointing to certain parts of the imaging with his pen and asks you what your opinion is, what your prognosis would be. Of course, you exceed all of his expectations. You even come up with a treatment plan that he’d never considered, it’s fresh and far less invasive than what was originally proposed. He’s impressed and incredibly proud of you. You’re going to be a fine surgeon.

“Excellent, well thank you very much for your insight,” Stephen remarks cordially, standing up, extending his hand. And when you slip yours into his waiting one, a little shiver rolls through his body. Your hand is impossibly tiny in his, and it’s doing things to him. Dangerous things, things that should not be entertained or acknowledged.

Stephen feels like a perv, getting all worked up over a simple fucking handshake. Maybe he should consider transferring you to a different unit, or maybe he should transfer to a new hospital. Or maybe, he should just burn this one down. Whichever is easiest, whichever gets him out of this limbo of pining over a twenty-something year old like a rabid dog. The guilt is eating him alive, especially when you bat those big innocent eyes at him and call him Doctor Strange and ask for his advice and fucking look up to him. He’s supposed to be a role model, a guide, a mentor. 

And when you bring him a cookie and a coffee from the cafeteria an hour before your shift is over? His heart does a stupid little flip, because you thought of him. And his brain chastises him, makes him feel absolutely awful at how he’s reading far too much into a simple, kind gesture. You’d do it for anyone, he’s not special. 

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It all comes to an unfortunate but inevitable head a week later. Stephen, nose deep in a patient file, is striding like a bat out of hell through the hallways. In order to desperately ignore the ever-evolving feelings he’s harboring for you, he’s thrown himself into his work blindly. He barely sleeps, rarely goes home, always trying to find a new distraction. Anything to get his mind off you. Of course, most people would part like the Red Sea for him, knowing how he is when he gets his bouts of tunnel vision. 

His attempt at distracting himself has gotten away from him, and that’s how he ends up running head on into you. You tumble down to the linoleum floors. Papers comically flying up in the air like released doves, Stephen only stumbles slightly back. He rights himself immediately, horror spreading in his veins like ice. In his recklessness, not only did he knock you over like a bowling pin but the iced latte you were sipping on has exploded across the front of your scrubs like a caramel flavored Rorschach test. He sees two pigeons in the splat, or maybe it’s a tree. 

“Shit! I’m sorry, kiddo,” he immediately cringes at the use of that nickname, it’s like rubbing salt in an already festering wound, “I didn’t even see you. Here,” he offers a hand, pulling you upright. Fuck the papers, he doesn’t care that they’re now saturated with coffee. 

“It’s okay, Doctor Strange. I’m fine, really.” You deflect, frowning down at your ruined scrubs. You’re upset and it’s his doing, his fault. 

“Let me, uh,” Stephen awkwardly digs through his pockets for his wallet. He yanks out a twenty dollar bill, shoving it at you like a caveman, “Buy new scrubs. My treat.”

“Oh, wow! I can’t accept that, that’s really kind of you though. I’m not upset. I promise. Accidents happen.” You gently decline, pushing the extended bill back to Stephen. 

Old habits die hard, Stephen, the Mr. Fix-it-all of the universe, can’t just accept that you’re okay with him barreling into you like a buffoon. “At least let me take you out for a new coffee,” he blurts out and wants to kick himself immediately, “To make it up for you. If you want, that is. No pressure, of course!” 

There’s a pregnant pause, Stephen braces himself for a swift and soul crushing rejection. But then, “Okay, sure. I get off in two hours, does that work for you?” 

Stephen jerkily glances down at his watch, “Two hours? Yes. Yeah. That’s perfect. We’ll get coffee. You and me. Sounds good.” 

“Alright, it’s a date,” You beam up at him, bending down to collect the papers that scattered in the collision. You hand them back to Stephen and go on your merry way, leaving behind a tongue tied Doctor Strange.

You said yes. You said it’s a date. Words fail him, Stephen’s scathing wit is nowhere to be found, his usual sarcasm abandoning him. He has two hours to prepare. He can’t just take you down to the hospital cafeteria. The coffee is passable but that has to be the world’s shittiest first date, no effort put in at all. Stephen excels at dates, in his not-so-humble opinion. He was suave, he was thoughtful, he had impeccable taste. 

Coffee dates were not his forte, maybe when he was a grad student, but now? Absolutely not. Stephen would book a reservation at some obscenely overpriced restaurant or take a woman out dancing. Coffee felt juvenile. Which only put a glaring, neon sign on the fact that you’re TWENTY years or so younger than him. Can he get arrested for this?

He’ll have to ask Christine what a good coffee place is. He knows fuck all about cafes, opting to just brew his own at home. His order has always been the same, uncomplicated, black with a splash of cream. He didn’t need any mocha, matcha, macchiato bullshit. But if what he spilled across you was any indicator, you took your coffee (if you could call it that) with an obscene amount of sweeteners and syrups and sugars. 

He shoots a text to Christine, which is met with a few dozen smug, gloating messages. The standard ‘I told you so’s’ and ‘I knew she was into you!’.  And of course, one very irritating ‘cradle robber ;)’. He makes a note to block Christine after receiving her advice. 

She provides him with a detailed list of a few cafes within walking distance of the hospital. He pulls up the websites, wanting to get a feel for the menu before picking a place. Stephen feels like he’s reading an entirely different language. Tall, grande, venti. Oat milk, cold foam, nitrobrew. All he wants to know is if he can get coffee. Just coffee. He’s out of his depth, that much is abundantly clear. So, he’ll just pick a place at random and pray you enjoy it. 

After the cafe debacle, Stephen still has a good hour and a half till you’re off. He throws himself into his work, far too wired to just relax and sit there for 5,400 seconds. Stephen was never a patient man and he wasn’t going to begin pretending he was.

So he paces and he paces, and he paces some more. He checks his watch once, twice, thrice. It’s only been fifteen minutes. He groans, throwing himself back into his desk chair, pulling up a patient chart on his computer, updating the information. He supposes he can be productive with his time instead of wearing tracks into his rug. 

In some act of divine mercy, blissfully, the time passes much quicker once Stephen puts his mind to work. Before he knows it, he’s borderline jogging to the nurse’s station to find you. In his haste, Stephen nearly reenacts the collision that landed him this date in the first place, stumbling to a stop before he slams into you head first. 

“Do you have zero spatial awareness or am I just special?” You tease, grinning up at Stephen, placing your hands on your hips.

Stephen can feel his face transform through every human emotion— mortification, sheepishness, to finally land on smitten, utterly besotted. He chuckles bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck, “Sorry, I guess I was anxious to get you a new cup of coffee.”

“Oh, well, let’s go then,” you chirp, slipping your hand into his like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Your hand is agonizingly soft and small in Stephen’s, another impossible to ignore reminder of the fact that you’re young, young, young, and he’s old. 

As the two of you make your way out of the fluorescent lights of the ER and into the sunshine, into the real world, Stephen receives a few puzzled looks from coworkers. His self awareness spikes, his hackles raising, and he starts to second guess himself. He halts in the middle of the sidewalk, glaring down at the concrete like it’s personally offended him. 

“Uh, Doctor Strange?” Your hand drops, Stephen silently mourns the loss of contact, “Are you okay?”

Your voice is so tentative, so sweet, it makes his chest ache. Every little interaction, every little mannerism seems to just further highlight your youth, your age, and Stephen feels like he’s committing a crime. So, he purses his lips, steeling his nerves, prepping for some rare vulnerability on his part. 

“Doesn’t it bother you that I’m probably— no, I’m definitely old enough to be your father?” He asks in a flat, hollow voice, already dreading your answer, regretting even asking such a ridiculous question. 

“Mmm, no, not really,” you shrug, still so damn chipper and carefree. How is this not bothering you, Stephen wonders, utterly mystified by your lax attitude. 

“Why? Does it bother you?” You tilt your head to the side, watching him carefully. 

Stephen huffs, running his hands through his hair agitatedly, mussing up his usually tidy style, “Yes!” He cries, throwing his hands up in the air, “Yes, it bothers me! I don’t know how you’re so easy-breezy about this whole thing, but I personally feel like I’m coming unglued! Or at the very least, I’m going to get in some kind of trouble taking a girl your age out.”

He’s making a scene, he knows this, but he doesn’t give a damn at this point, he just needs to get this shit off his chest before he goes into cardiac arrest. But then, you snort at him, rolling your eyes in an exasperated but fond way, like he’s the ridiculous one. 

“I’m twenty-six, not twelve. You’re only twenty-two years older than me, this could be a lot worse. You could be eighty,” you crack a small grin, nudging his side gently with your elbow. 

Stephen huffs, his shoulders lowering, the crinkle between his brow smoothing out. He nods slowly, “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I could be eighty.” He repeats, unable to hold back the small smile that’s spreading across his lips. 

“Exactly. Besides, this is just coffee, you’re not proposing to me,” you chirp, holding your hand out to him, an offering, “Now, let’s go. You owe me a new coffee regardless of the fact that you’re overthinking every single move.”

Stephen nods dumbly, in a rare display of allowing someone else to take the lead. Stephen’s anxieties melt away like a popsicle in the summer sun as the date progresses. You’re unbelievably easy to talk to, Stephen finds himself sharing things about himself that Christine doesn’t even know. And yes, the age difference is glaringly clear in some instances, but you gladly listen to Stephen ramble about the eighties and Duran Duran. Before you know it, two hours have passed and it’s time to head back to the hospital. 

“You can take me out this weekend, if you want,” you murmur, hand in hand with Stephen as you weave through the cafeteria. Stephen shoots you an incredulous look, because how the hell did you know?

“I can see the smoke coming out of your ears as you try to figure out how to ask me.” You smirk, coming to a stop outside his office. “You’re going to hurt your brain if you keep freaking out like this for our entire relationship.”

Stephen blinks and before he can whip up a witty retort, you press up onto your tiptoes and kiss him. The kiss is soft, coaxing him back to reality. He melts, cupping your face in his hands, moving his mouth in tandem against yours. You pull back, eyes alight with mischief, and Stephen has to bite back a groan. Not appropriate, definitely not appropriate for work.

“See you around, Doctor Strange!” And with that, you’re gone, leaving behind a speechless Stephen Strange. 

If Christine notices the way his eyes are crinkling, the way there’s absolutely a grin underneath his surgical mask in the OR later that day… Well, she doesn’t say anything. She’ll save the goading for after your second date.

[ironstrange1991]

The Healing Touch

Pairing: Stephen!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: The Reader has a terrible headache and Stephen goes full doctor mode to take care of her

Word Count: 4,1k

A/N: This fic is total self indulgent. The entire medical part is based on my experience with the worst headache I've ever had in my life. I had to take something positive from the whole situation. Hope you guys like it and have a nice reading ;)

You had never had such a bad headache in your entire life. It was strong enough to bring tears to your eyes and prevent you from working. It had all started with an allergy attack due to the renovation work in the office building where you worked. Even taking the anti-allergy medication you were used to taking, things only got worse and soon your airways were completely blocked and you had an incessant cough that made you want to vomit your guts out.

But things got worse when you woke up on Friday with a headache that simply wouldn't go away no matter how many painkillers you took. The persistent pain got worse over the days, reaching its peak on Monday morning. When you woke up, you simply couldn't open your eyes, and when you tried to get up, your head hurt with a piercing throb that made you sit down again and fall into silent tears. 

It was a nightmare. Stephen was on mission and you hadn't been able to talk to him in the last few days. You were practically married to a doctor, but you couldn't count on him to help you when you needed it most and that only made you cry even more, giving in to despair.

After a few minutes you forced yourself to get up and staggered to the bathroom where you forced yourself into the shower, hoping that the cold water would somehow help you, but there was no improvement. As you were changing your clothes, feeling dizzy from the strength of the pain and the throbbing in your forehead, you decided that you would take a taxi and go straight to the hospital. By that point, your anxious mind was already telling you that you had a brain tumor.

You were slowly walking down the stairs, each step you took making your head ache even more, when you heard the familiar hiss of a portal opening in the entrance hall. You didn't feel excited, already imagining it was Wong and the light coming from the windows and the door barely allowed you to open your eyes to see anything, but then you heard a baritone voice informing you that it was Stephen who had arrived.

"Sweetheart? What's wrong?" His voice was a big relief, although it sounded extremely worried and as if by magic - which it was - he was by your side, helping you to put your arm around his neck and picking you up. He quickly went downstairs and took you to the nearest sofa in the main hall and knelt in front of you. Cloaky let go of his shoulders and flew nervously across the room, stopping behind the sofa and watching you.

Stephen's presence, although a relief, made you succumb to tears again.

"Hey, Y/n, look at me, tell me what's going on, you look pale. What are you feeling?" He asked, going into full doctor mode and forcing your eyes open so he could examine them.

"My head is exploding." You finally managed to speak. "It's been hurting since Friday, but today it's unbearable, Stephen. I can't handle the pain."

Stephen conjured a small flashlight to examine your pupils and then hummed to himself looking relieved. "The pupils are normal. That's good. Can you follow my finger, please?" He asked, raising his index finger to the level of your eyes and directing it to the left and then to the right slowly. You followed the movement with your eyes to which he praised.

"Very good. Now tell me how many fingers you see." He asked, showing you three fingers.

"Three."

"Very good. And now?" He showed you one finger.

"One."

"Good. One more time. How many fingers?" He asked, closing his fist.

"None."

He nodded, sighing in relief. But the small wrinkle that always appeared between his eyebrows was still there.

"How is your vision? Can you see perfectly or is it blurry? Any black spots or spots of light?"

You shook your head. "I can see, but I can't keep my eyes open because the light makes it hurt even more." You whimpered. "The pain is too bad, Stephen. I don't know what to do."

Stephen shushed you, putting the small flashlight aside and bringing his two thumbs to your forehead, positioning them just above your eyebrows and pressing them there in circular motions.

"Fuck." You hissed.

"I hit the spot, didn't I? Here is where it hurts the most?"

You nodded. "And inside of my eyes and on my cheeks. It feels like my whole face hurts. Even my teeth."

He hummed positively but remained silent, moving his fingers from your forehead to your cheekbones and down to the joint of your jaw, putting some pressure there.

"It hurts so much, Stephen. What if I have a brain tumor? Or... or an aneurysm? What if I have an aneurysm?" Your voice was getting shakier and shakier, and heavy tears fell from your eyes. "I don't want to die, Stephen. I don't want to." You said, clinging to him and hiding your face in his neck as you gave in to crying again.

Stephen wrapped you in his arms, one of his hands stroking your hair as he shushed you. "You're not going to die, sweetheart, and you don't have an aneurysm or a brain tumor." He said, trying to reassure you.

"But it hurts too much." You whimpered.

"I know. I'll make it stop. I promise. I'm here now. But you need to let me go so I can go to the drug store to get your medication."

But the idea seemed absurd to you and instead of letting him go, you tightened your arms around him even more, which made him grunt softly and pull your hands away gently.

"What you have is called sinusitis. It's a serious inflammation of the airways that causes secretions to build up in this region here." He explained, pulling you away enough so he could illustrate what he was saying. He ran his index finger along your cheekbones and above your nose. "Because of the inflammation, you feel pain here." He continued moving his finger down to your jaw. "That's why your teeth hurt too." You nodded.

"But why does my head have to hurt so much? I don't understand." You asked, wiping away the tears with the back of your hand.

"Because the inflammation causes the facial muscles to tense up, which causes all the pain." He explained, standing up, but you held his hand tightly.

"Don't leave me alone. Please."

Stephen sighed. "I really need to go, love. The sooner you get your medication, the faster you'll get rid of the pain. Isn't that what you want?" He asked and you nodded, but kept holding his hand anyway.

"I had an idea. What if Clocky stays with you while I go, huh? Do you think that's a good idea?"

Before you could even answer, you felt the sentient relic moving excitedly behind you.

"It really loves you, you know?" Stephen insisted and you finally let go of his hand and watched him gesticulate with his head for the relic to come closer. Cloaky quickly flew over the couch and wrapped you in a comfortable hug. One of the things you loved about it - besides the fact that it was a magical piece of clothing that had thoughts and feelings just like Aladdin's carpet and you thought that was amazing - was that it smells like Stephen.

The warmth and soft touch comforted you somehow and you leaned against the back of the couch and curled your legs up trying to get as comfortable as possible.

"That's great, sweetie. I'll be back in a minute. I promise." He said and with a quick gesture of his fingers his robes were exchanged for jeans and a shirt and he walked quickly towards the door.

...

Stephen hated waiting in line. He had always been impatient, but ever since he learned the mystic arts he simply couldn't accept that there were things he couldn't solve with magic. Sure, he could open a portal and get the medication he needed, but that would be stealing and he considered himself an honest enough guy to do that. So there he was waiting in line at the checkout with a basket in his hand, waiting for the woman to pass the purchases of the person in front of him with an almost deliberate slowness while everyone in the drug store continued to stare at him in the strange way that everyone else stared at him when they recognized him.

When it was finally his turn, the woman named Katia looked at him with a sour face and said in a tedious manner, "Prescription, please."

Stephen sighed, "I don't have a prescription. I'm a doctor. The medication is for me." He lied shamelessly.

The woman cast a suspicious look at the basket and then at him. "I'll need to see your license."

Stephen sighed, letting his irritation show. "Come on, you know who I am. Everyone knows I'm a doctor."

"I'll need your license, sir."

Stephen sighed, taking out his wallet and opening it with difficulty because his hands were shaking more then usual. He took the document and showed it to her, then put it back.

"That's 145 dollars." She said, finally putting the boxes inside a plastic bag and handing it to him.

"Keep the change for the wonderful service." He said ironically, handing her the money and finally leaving the drug store and returning to the usual movement of Manhattan.

When Stephen finally returned home, it seemed like it had taken hours, but it had only been 25 minutes. He found you still in the same position, cuddled with Cloaky and with your eyes closed. He quickly moved his fingers, closing all the curtains in the room and approaching.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I tried to go as fast as I could..." He said and Cloaky gently pulled away from your hold and flew up the stairs.

He sat down next to you and conjured a glass of water and handed it in your hands while he opened the medication boxes and took out the pills and put in your hand.

"This is an anti-inflammatory, this one is an antibiotic and together they will cure the inflammation and relieve the tension."

You nodded, putting the two pills in your mouth and swallowing them with a sip of water. He couldn't help but smile at the fact that you didn't question him, just trusted him completely. He knew that a big part of that trust was because you loved him, but an important part was because you trusted him as a doctor and Stephen missed that. He missed being a doctor, having people's trust in that way and feeling good about being able to save a life or help someone in that way.

"This one is for the pain. It's a strong painkiller and should take effect within a few minutes. It will make you drowsy, though."

You took the pill and threw it in your mouth, swallowing it quickly while you poured the glass of water. Stephen smiled tenderly, taking the glass and placing it on the coffee table. Then he took a small bottle from the bag and opened it, showing you how to use it. "This one you spray twice in each nostril, and it will help decongest your nose and make you breathe better."

But instead of taking the bottle from his hand, you just got closer to him and put your head forward, waiting for him to apply the medicine to you. Stephen let out a small chuckle, feeling his chest get warm. You were so cute. Even in that situation that wasn't the least bit funny, you managed to be extremely adorable.

"There you go." He said, finishing the application of the medicine and putting them all back in the bag and placing the bag on the table. "Now come here." He asked, stretching out his arms so you could snuggle into his chest. “I think you need cuddles.”

He hugged you, gently resting his chin on the top of your head. "I'm sorry I wasn’t here for you, sweetheart. I hate these missions sometimes, especially when we can't communicate." He confessed. Deep down he was feeling extremely guilty about the situation, even though he knew it wasn't his fault. If he had been there, he would have diagnosed the problem sooner and spared you so much pain. After all, what was the point of dating a doctor if you couldn't count on him when you needed him most?

"You're here now. That's all that matters." You answered, lifting your head to look at him and it broke his heart to see your eyes red with tears like that. He cupped your cheek gently. "Can I kiss you? I heard that getting a kiss from me is the best medicine for sinusitis." He joked, managing to get a small smile from your lips.

 "Kiss me all you want then." You said with a tired smile and he giggled, kissing you softly on the lips and then giving small kisses on your cheeks, on the tip of your nose, finishing on your forehead.

You hummed softly. "I love you, Steph." You said, laying your head back on his chest.

"And I love you, sweetheart. More than you can imagine." He confessed and you hummed again, but remained silent and he respected your silence. He knew that the pain you were feeling wasn’t small. Sinus headaches could be extremely painful, and you had endured it for as long as you could without asking for help. He only wished you had gone to the hospital sooner. He hated seeing you in pain.

...

You didn't realize you had fallen asleep until you woke up to the sound of soft voices talking. Stephen hadn't moved a muscle apparently, possibly to avoid waking you up, but now he was talking to someone.

"I'm glad she's okay now. Give her my best wishes when she wakes up." You heard Wong's voice and kept your eyes closed. The excruciating pain had passed, but your head was still sore and there was still a slight throb above your eyebrows.

"Are you going back to Kamar Taj yet?" You heard Stephen ask.

"Yes. Lots to do as usual. I'll let you rest for the night, Stephen. We'll talk tomorrow morning. Send me an update on Y/n when she wakes up." And as soon as he finished speaking, you heard the squeak of the portal opening and closing and then silence followed only by the sporadic sound of cars passing by on the street.

When you finally opened your eyes, you were surprised to find the Sanctum plunged into darkness. A single lamp was on, emanating a dim light from the kitchen. You had no idea how many hours you had slept, but you were completely dizzy, probably due to the effect of the medicine. You yawned and rubbed your eyes slowly, noticing that the pain behind them had also diminished considerably. Stephen moved slowly and then stroked your hair.

"Are you awake, sweetheart?" His voice was hoarse and heavy with sleep, which made you wonder if he had fallen asleep too.

"What time is it?" You asked softly.

"Almost nine." He answered. "You've slept for almost ten hours."

You rubbed your eyes again and then looked at him in surprise. "You've been here this whole time?"

"I left you in Cloaky's care so I could shower and eat, but I basically spent the day on this couch. I ended up falling asleep too, which is a rarity. I woke up to Wong calling me and asking for a book."

You smiled to yourself. "I'm glad you got some rest too."

He hummed positively. "How are you feeling? Better, I hope."

You nodded, slowly lifting your head to look at him now that your eyes had adjusted to the darkness.

"My head is sore, hurts a little, but the excruciating pain is gone."

Stephen smiled, cupping your cheek and stroking it slowly with his thumb. "That's great. But I'm afraid you'll need to take another painkiller now to give the anti-inflammatory time to kick in before the pain starts to come back." He explained.

"But if I take another one of those I'll sleep for another ten hours." You complained, to which he shook his head.

"I think a Tylenol will do for now. I'll get it for you." He said, threatening to get up, but you held him in place and cupped his face.

"Stay. Just a minute more."

He smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, sweetie, I'll be back in a moment."

You let him go reluctantly, but took the opportunity to sit up. Your body was limp and you felt like you were slightly drunk, so you avoided getting up. Suddenly you saw your bag on the coffee table and remembered that you hadn't even texted your boss, but before you could think to do so, Stephen was back answering the question you hadn't even voiced.

"I called the office and told them you were sick. You're staying home tomorrow too, by the way. Doctor's orders."

You nodded, watching him approach. He was wearing gray pajama pants and a white t-shirt. His hair, always impeccable, was messy and a few strands fell over his forehead. He looked handsome as always, but you couldn't help but notice a nasty cut on his cheek that you hadn't noticed before.

"You're hurt." You said as he sat down next to you, handing you a Tylenol pill and picking up the empty glass on the table and handing it to you. With a simple gesture of his hand, the glass filled with water.

"It's nothing. Drink it."

You obeyed, and the whole time he looked at you with tenderness in his eyes, but the crease between his eyebrows was still there.

"I'm fine, Stephen. Really."

He nodded, taking the glass from your hand and placing it back on the table.

"Seeing you in pain was a horrible experience, Y/n. It made me think that I would never forgive myself if something happened to you, and I'm not just talking about illnesses. The work I do, the things I deal with are extremely evil. It makes me think about the risk you run by living with me."

You smiled, trying to ignore what he was saying, but deep down you knew he was right. Living in the Sanctum with the Master of the Mystic Arts was a risk, but one you were willing to take because you loved him. "Let's not think about that." You simply said. "I'm fine and you came back from your mission safe and sound. That's all that matters."

He nodded, taking your hand in his and promptly changed the subject. "You need to eat something before taking the next dose of medication."

"Pizza." You asked immediately, which made him giggle.

"I was thinking about a salad..."

"I thought I was going to die today from a brain tumor. Fuck the salad, I want pepperoni pizza with lots of cheese and chocolate ice cream for dessert."

Stephen smiled broadly, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Whatever you say. I'll order and while we wait, I'll help you take a shower. What do you think?"

You nodded. "I don't think I can stand up on my own to do it anyway. Whatever you gave me made me totally dizzy."

"I told you it was strong, didn't I? But the important thing is that it took the pain away."

You nodded. "Thanks for taking care of me, Steph."

"That's what you do when you love someone, isn't it? You've taken care of me so many times, sweetheart. I lost count of how many times you patched me up after I came back from a mission. That’s what people who love each other do."

You smiled "I really do love you."

...

Stephen had never seen you eat pizza so eagerly and then devour two bowls of ice cream. It was cute. Even your childish palate was something he found adorable about you. He ate four slices of pizza himself and found himself having seconds of dessert, which he rarely did. After a day like the one you had, he was sure you both deserved the comfort of the food.

Finally, you got ready for bed and ended up in bed with the lamp on, giving the room a low, comfortable light.

"How are you feeling now?" He asked to confirm, but it was clear from the look in your eyes that the medication was taking effect.

"Better. I barely feel any pain, but my head is still sore."

He caressed your face, watching you settle into the pillows next to him. "It's normal after such intense pain. You'll be better tomorrow."

You smiled, biting your lower lip and making that little face you always did when you wanted something, but you didn't say anything, you just brought your hand to his hair, tangling your fingers in it and scratching gently. Stephen closed his eyes, indulging in the touch and only then noticing how tired he was. The mission had been energetic, it had been a really hard few days that had taken a lot out of him physically and although he had managed to sleep for an hour or two, he could feel the exhaustion taking over him.

"Hm, it feels so good." He found himself confessing as he melted into your touch. "I missed you, sweetheart. Every day all I could think about was that I wanted to go home." He opened his eyes to see you smiling sweetly at him and slowly you snuggled closer to him as he automatically reached out to hold you impossibly close.

You cupped his cheek and pulled him to your lips, kissing him slowly, but with a growing desire. "I missed you too. I had plans for when you got back. I wanted to surprise you with a special dinner, but it wasn't possible." You said and he smiled reassuringly.

"Well, even though the day wasn't the most pleasant, it's safe to say we had a special dinner tonight. The pizza was very good." He said smirking.

"But there was something else I wanted to give you when you got back." You said, hooking your leg around his hip teasingly and Stephen soon understood what you were up to, but even though he wanted it as much as you did, he was forced to reason.

"Unfortunately, it's not a good idea, sweetheart, even though I really want it."

You frowned, clearly annoyed. "Why not? After the day I've had, don't I deserve a little affection?"

Stephen nodded with a smile. Of course you did. You deserved everything you wanted and he believed he deserved it too after the mission he had just returned from, but it wasn't always possible to get what you deserved. "Trust me, you do, but I don't want to risk making your headache worse."

You stared at him, not understanding what one thing had to do with the other, and he chuckled, trying to explain in a way that made sense.

"Remember what we talked about the tension in your facial muscles making your head hurt?"

You nodded.

"When we make love and you have a good time, which is always, I hope, the pleasure makes you tense the muscles of your entire body, even those on your face and especially during orgasm, which could lead to an orgasmic headache."

You rolled your lips, trying not to laugh. "Did you just make that up?"

Stephen let out a soft laugh. "Of course not. I'm serious. It's a real problem that you don’t have, but given the sinusitis, orgasm could be a trigger for a worsening of your condition."

You buried your face in his neck, laughing softly, and the sound was very welcome after he had seen you crying in pain earlier. "Believe me, I would never make that up, especially since I'm climbing the walls after so many days without sex."

"It hasn't been that many days." You contradicted him. "But I believe you, as stupid as it may seem. I just hate this fucking sinus thing even more now." You groaned.

"Your treatment will last five days, but after that we will have plenty of time to make up for it, trust me."

You sighed, lifting your head to look at him. "You'll have to make it up to me tonight with lots of kisses."

Stephen smiled. "As many as you want, sweetheart." He said, pulling you back to his lips.

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But daddy I love him~

Stephen Strange x Reader!Stark

Part one - who are you?

A/n - can’t believe it took me this long to write this - hope you enjoy.

warnings: SMUT WITH PLOT, EATING OUT, STEPHEN STRANGE(he needs a warning) P IN V, baby girl nickname, SMUT SMUT

“We shouldn’t be doing this-“

“My dad doesn’t need to know.” Y/n says softly as her lips attached to his neck. He groaned loudly- tilting his head back against the pillow as she straddled him.

“You’re trying to get your father to kill me.” He muttered in a breathless way. His hand moving up to grip onto her hair. She pulled back from his neck slightly admiring the work she had done.

“You scared?” She smirked as she grind her hips over his clothed bulge making him hitch a breath- his hands making their way to her hips helping her move against him. Which made her whimper lightly bitting her lower lip as she looked down at him- a knowing smirk on his face.

“I’m not scared.” He grunted before hooking his leg around hers- turning her around so her back hit the bed and he was on top. She gasped slightly blushing as she looked up at him. He grins smugly. “What? Are you scared?” He mumbled mocking her before moving his head towards her stomach pushing her shirt up and placing soft kisses on her stomach which made her whine lightly- her legs rubbing together. Stephen grunted grabbing ahold of her thighs and pulling them apart- his look at her stern. “Worried that your father will find out how well I’ve been fucking you?” She whined when he started to pull off her sleep shorts before throwing them off to the side.

“No- because who says you’re doing it well?” She retorted back her gaze on him- he just chuckles deeply moving his way down her body spreading her legs wide open.

“Oh- baby girl you’re going to regret saying that.” He muttered; moving her panties down her legs and throwing them somewhere in her bedroom. She gasped when his face was between her thighs- eating and sucking her out. He licked between her folds tasting her sweetness on his tongue; eating her out was like a dessert he could never get sick of.

“Fuck!” She groaned out- her thighs squeezing his head and her back arching as she somehow needed more of his tongue, she couldn’t even help herself grinding on his mouth. He grunted gripping onto her thighs holding her still as he started to dart his tongue in and out of her perfect little hole. Which made her moan loudly- she covered her mouth quickly knowing that there was indeed other people in the avengers tower including her father. She bit onto the palm of her hand trying to stop the loud moans escaping her lips. “Fuck Stephen.” She whispered into her hand. He moved his hands to her ass squeezing as he lifted her hips up lightly to get more access to her perfect pussy. She covered her face with her hands trying her hardest to not shout out loud but was it getting harder for her as her thighs started to shake. Stephen smiled adding a single digit into her as he moved his tongue to lick and play with her clit. She moved her hand from her mouth.

“Fuck!” She shouted. “I-I’m gonna-“ she started and Stephen just hummed- knowing exactly what she was going to say. The humming and the vibration sending her over the edge- her orgasm coming out violently. “Fuck- mm-“ she moaned. Stephen licked her juices up before slowly setting her back down- he moved his head away licking his lips as he stared at her.

“Delightful darling.” He cooed- he turned her around to lay flat on her belly before smacking her ass hard; a gasp escaping her lips. “That’s for being snarky about me “doing it well” “ she hid her face into the pillows blushing lightly.

“Well I was obviously wrong.” She laughed softly- picking her head up to look at the sorcerer, he was laying on his side looking at her with his head on his palm his elbow propped up.

“Yes you were sweethear-“

“Y/n stark!” Tony voice booms from outside her room- both of there eyes widen.

“Under the bed now!” She whisper shouts pushing him off the bed- he groans moving under the bed. She jumps up off the bed panicking when she realized her underwear and shorts were somewhere around the mess she called a room. She looks around hearing her father’s footsteps coming closer. It’s too late. She jumps into the bed covering up her lower half before grabbing her phone pretending she was busy.

“Y/n.” Tony opens up the door seeing his daughter- she looks up at him faking a small smile.

“Oh hey dad…”

“We need to talk about the Stephen situation.” He groans lightly crossing his arms as he walks into the room shutting the door behind him with his foot. She rolls her eyes groaning.

“Can we please not?” Y/n looks away keeping her blankets to her chest as her dad sits down on the side of the bed- her attention trying not to be drown from the said man they’re talking about under the bed.

“He’s too old for you y/n- way too old.” Tony remarks his gaze on his daughter- as Stephen under the bed scrunched his eyebrows rolling his eyes. He wasn’t THAT old.

“I think I’m old enough to make decisions on my own- so if we’re done with this conversation.” She muttered paying attention back on her phone trying to ignore her dad.

“Fine- but this conversation is not far from over.” He mumbles before standing up and leaving her room. Y/n sighs looking under her bed to see Stephen had left- oh yeah his slingie thing that lets him go anywhere. Sometimes she forgot he was literally a sorcerer.

"What are you doing here pretty girl?" Stephen said a small smile opening up the door to the sanctum for her. She just laughed lightly tucking her hair behind her ear. His eyes flickered up and down her body- god was it so wrong to find her attractive to the tiny plaid skirt she was wearing on her beautiful body?

"What I can't see you when I want to old man?" She teased moving herself closer to him- he smirked lightly staying still in his spot as she moved closer to him. He grabbed her hips pulling her flush against his body. A slight giggle escaping her lips as she looked up at him.

"Mm I've missed you." He hums his scared thumb running circles against the skin on her upper hip, which sent shivers down her spine.

"Dirty old man." She smirked lightly- his eyes darkened moving his hand to grip onto her chin bringing his face closer to him.

"Dirty little girl." He groans before moving her head and attacking her lips- a slight moan escaping her pretty plump lips. He smirked against her lips- before dipping down grabbing her thighs and hoisting her up to wrap her legs around his waist. The slight gasp that came out of her lips made him unintentionally moan at the sweet sounds that comes out of her mouth. He moves his lips away. "Hold onto me." She blushes tightly keeping herself upright as he uses his slingie to open a portal into his room in the sanctum.

"Too old to walk up the stairs old man." She smirks lightly- he groans moving his way into the portal watching as she bites her pretty little lips softly.

"Little one- I swear to god." He grunts before throwing her on the bed- the skirt hitching up her thighs as he did. She looks up at him before closing her thighs blushing at the way he looked at her with dark eyes and heaving chest. He makes him way over to the bed before with the flick of his wrist- making her clothes disappear. She was vulnerable and exposed to him- her nipples perky and wanting so desperately wanting to be sucked and touched. "Look at you pretty girl." She blushes lightly trying her best to cover herself up- no matter how many times they have been naked and fucked as many times as they have; she still was so insecure thinking she wasn't enough for the sorcerer. He crawls on top of her before grabbing her wrist and kicking apart her legs with his knee. "Awe beautiful- don't cover up, I want to see your pretty body." She nodded shyly relaxing her arms as he pinned her wrist above her head- he moved his head down to her chest- before putting her tit in his mouth knowing how sensitive they were to her- she whined and whimper trying her best to create fiction with her thighs but his knee was keeping her from doing so; he moved his head away from her breast taking his fingers and putting them to her mouth- "Suck now," He commanded. She opened her mouth doing exactly what he told her to do- she gazed at him through her lashes using her tongue against his fingers looking at him with innocence in her eyes which made his mouth water watching her. He pulls his fingers out of her mouth- he smirks before using those same fingers to inset them inside of her making her squirm under his touch.

“A-Ah Stephen.” She moaned loudly her body arching towards his fingers as he started to move them in and out faster enjoying the way her face contorted with just his fingers- he could feel the way she tighten herself around his fingers. The sound of her juices surrounding his ears as well as her moans.

“Look at my pretty baby.” He cooed - her mouth parting as well as her eyes rolling back as she moaned louder as his fingers curled up to her g-spot making her squirm.

“I’m c-close mm.” She was able to let out gasping as he moved his fingers faster but right before she was about to cum- he moved his fingers out of her which made her pout. He brought his fingers up to his mouth licking her juices off of his fingers.

“My favorite taste baby.” He hummed - he smacked her thigh. “Turn around for me baby- ass up.” He ordered - she blushed immediately turning around on all fours her ass up just for him which made him lick his lips. He immediately snaps his fingers to make his own clothes disappear onto the floor. It was his favorite trick. She gasped loudly when she felt the familiar thickness of his cock slowly push inside of her making her whine at how big he was. Good god she loved it. He gripped onto her hips tightly- pushing himself all the way into the heat making his head roll back as he moaned. “Oh so good baby.”

“O-Oh Stephen fuck.” She panted out when he started to slam her ass against him moving in and out of her. The sounds of skin on skin slapping around them and the sounds of there moans and his groans around them. He looked at her smacking her ass creating a red hand print on her cheek making her yelp.

“Oh you’re my favorite pretty thing baby girl. Oh god.” He moaned his tilting back- she wanted to scream out his name and she almost did until the knock on his door was heard- and the voice of her dad on the other side.

“Stephen Strange!” The voice of Tony stark bellowed. Stephen eyes widen but he slightly smirked when he saw the panic in her eyes.

“Oh second Tony - busy with something.” He replied back looking down at her. “Finish quickly- and don’t make any noise.” He whispered. Usually he would stop but did she completely do something to him. She immediately panic eyes widen when he started to quicken his pace making her want to scream- she made a small noise and Stephen moved his hand to cover her mouth as he pounded into her; he knew he was doing well with the way she tightened around him and started to shake. “That’s it baby. Good girl.” He praised quietly- she was on the last edge as he hit her G spot making her gasps and her legs shake as she orgasm- him riding his own out following along with her.

“Fuck.” She whispered moaned- and he shoved his hand clamped around her mouth more.

“Good girl- now I have to deal with your father.” He smirked lightly pulling himself out - using his hands to but his clothes back on and to clean her up and put her own clothes on.

“Stephen strange open this door!” The voice of her father clear through the door. Stephen smirked lightly walking over to the door- her following behind but hiding behind the door so her father wouldn’t see her. Stephen opened the door to see a very angry Tony stark- his fist balled up at his sides and his face somewhat red. “Where’s my daughter?”

“Your very adult daughter? No idea.” Stephen said the same cocky smirk on his face as he moved his hand to cover y/n mouth making sure she made no noise whatsoever- making her quiet gasp which earned her a pointed look for Stephen. Tony heard the small gasp glaring at Stephen.

“Why my daughter huh? You could literally have anyone but you choose my daughter!” Tony groaned his knuckles turning white from being in fists. Stephen just sighed lightly.

“Why not? Why not your intelligent, nice, sweet and amazing daughter? Come on Tony I’m not going to hurt her.” Stephen muttered keeping his hand on her mouth- her eyes softening slightly at his words.

“But you’re so much older - she needs a guy her age come on.” Tony argued his voice softening a little bit but he wouldn’t dare show it.

“You really want her with a guy her age that is just going to mess with her? Come on Tony - I love your daughter; I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her even if she is a bit stubborn.” Stephen said with a slight laugh at the end- Tony sighed lightly rubbing his face with his hand and then his beard.

“I’m not happy about it - and the fact you love my daughter is beyond me she is a pain in the ass but I guess I’ll give you one chance and if you fuck up I’ll send pepper on your ass.” Tony warned but gave a look of somewhat approval.

“She is somewhat a pain in the ass but it’s kind of amusing.” Stephen agreed smirking lightly- she watched the exchange confused but also happy she couldn’t help but smile lightly but then she realized they called her a pain.

“Hey!” She mumbled against Stephen hand- Stephen immediately looked towards her giving her another look and Tony eyes widen.

“You jackass! She is here!” Tony almost roared- she made her way out behind the door giving her dad a small wave and a sly smile.

“Hi dad…”

Tony immediately looked towards Stephen his arms crossed- like a disappointed father(well he was)

“I will kill you- hear me?” Tony pointed a finger at Stephen before looking at y/n a soft look on his face. “If he hurts you let me know- now stop sneaking behind my back makes me think of things I don’t want to think about. And now we’re going to pretend I was never here.” Tony sighed turning on his heels and leaving.

“Bye dad!” She waved grinning- Stephen smiled looking at her with a caring look and she did the same with him. “So… you love me huh?” She smirked crossing her arms as she looked at him- Stephen just laughed shaking his head before cupping her cheeks.

“Yes - even if you’re a pain in the ass and stubborn like your father.” Stephen muttered lightly as he brought his face closer to her.

“Mmm but I’m your pain in the ass.”

“That you are.” He chuckled placing a soft and gentle kiss on her lips as she returned it back humming softly as she tilted her head to taste more of him. This was going to be her favorite part time- being with Stephen strange and this time no sneaking around and no hiding.

“I love you too.” She mumbled against his lips- he pulled back slightly placing his forehead on hers.

“Good- because I almost got my ass kicked because of you.”

“Mmm noted- now just don’t break my heart Stephen strange.”

“Not even in another multiverse baby girl…”

[angelltheninth]

Hiii I’ve been playing so much Marvel Rivals and I go weak whenever I see Dr Strange >.< would you be willing to write brat tamer Strange x fem healer (or whatever role you prefer) reader nsfw?? Idk if you take suggestions but maybe thigh riding or finger fuckin idk idk

I love Doctor Strange too. He's actually a fav of one of my friends.

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, clit stimulation, thigh riding, pussy slapping, teasing, neck kissing, bratty!Reader, dominant!Stephen Strange

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A/N: I've been playing way too much of this game lately. But I can't help it. It's so good. And I don't have a problem!

Brat tamer!Stephen Strange keeps you still with his magic while his hand are free to roam and explore, which makes you fight against him so much more, needy and wet

Brat tamer!Stephen Strange grins against your neck while you desperately grind against his thigh, while your pussy leaves a trail on his pants right before he forces you to stop again, eliciting a frustrated whine from your lips

Brat tamer!Stephen Strange is amused by how you turn your head towards him and grab his hand to place it on your pussy, absolutely demanding attention

Brat tamer!Stephen Strange knows that for every tease he gives you there will be consequences later, it's a near endless cycle of that the two of you have been locked in since the start of your relationship

Brat tamer!Stephen Strange won't back down and he knows you won't either, not easily so he decides to edge you as much as possible in order to hear you beg

Brat tamer!Stephen Strange slaps your cunt over and over while keeping you in place, not allowing you to follow, being at his mercy

Brat tamer!Stephen Strange rubs your clit between his second and middle finger, then with the pad of his middle finger and finally when his name sounds broken on your lips he releases his magic hold on you

Brat tamer!Stephen Strange calls you a brat no matter if you're on the field or if he's having sex with you, he knows you'll give him a hard time either way

Brat tamer!Stephen Strange enjoys the way your cunt sucks his fingers in, the velvety heat almost soothing to his shaking hand

Brat tamer!Stephen Strange kisses the back of your neck when he hears you sigh and thank him for the orgasm he just gave you, it's not that he needs the gratitude but it's always nice to hear

[strangesthirdeye]

It's been a years, daddy.. I really really miss you.. PLS COMEBACK PLEASE

[vickiee-mcmuffin]

Just this once

Word count: 3.9k

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Female Reader

Trope: Explicit smut, Age gap, Oral (M receiving) (18+ Warning, Minors DNI)

Summary: You accidentally walk in on Stephen trying to pleasure himself. You see he's struggling because of his hands, so you decide to help him out.

A/N: I think I've seen this idea before, but I hope you like my attempt at this. This fic is just pure smut. Plot? What plot… 😅

It wasn’t your first time in the New York Sanctum, but it was the first time you had ever seen Stephen Strange with his hands all over himself. You had been trying to talk to Stephen about something innocent: about a spell you needed some help with since Wong and the other masters were so busy, and that was when you had heard the deep sounds of his grunts and groans coming from his room. You entered, thinking that he might have been in pain or in trouble, but that was when you found him naked, completely and totally bare with his cock out.

That was why you were staring at him, eyes wide as you stood there in his doorway, his cock looking painfully hard, the tip all red and swollen. He grabbed at the closest blanket, pulling it over his lap as he glared at you.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, don’t you know how to fucking knock?” he snapped at you.

You scoffed, raising an eyebrow up at him. “Um, excuse me, but I thought you might have been in pain or something since that was what it sounded like. I didn’t expect to see you struggling to get off when I walked in.”

Stephen rolled his eyes. “Well, I can’t do it because of my stupid hands, okay?”

“Oh.” Guilt hit you when he said that. You didn’t know his hands stopped him from doing that. Your foot tapped against the floor for a moment, wondering if you could be the one to help him. “Well, maybe… Maybe I could help you?”

“What?” Stephen asked, eyes wide.

“I’ll be happy to help you out.”

The two of you got into fights all the time. You mostly argued about stupid, silly things, but that didn’t mean you wanted to see him so frustrated.

Stephen gave you a little smile. “You know, this won’t get you extra help during your training sessions.”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m trying to offer you help here. You want it or not?”

“Alright, fine. But just this once, okay? We shouldn’t even really be doing this. We shouldn’t even be talking about it.”

“Right. Just this once.”

You joined him on the bed, kneeling next to him and pulling off the blanket, revealing his thick, long cock. He was big. Bigger than you imagined, and you had done so a few times. The tip was all swollen and red as you spat on your hand, reaching down to wrap your fingers around him. Giving him a squeeze, you moved your hand up and down, rubbing your thumb across his pre-cum soaked tip whenever you got close. He was throbbing in your hand, his moans deep and low, and you couldn’t help but think about how damn beautiful those sounds were. It just made you want to keep going, to keep working his cock so he made more of those sounds.

The noises were getting to you, your thighs pressing together as you felt yourself growing wet. His groans got louder, more intense, and he kept muttering out how he wanted you to keep going, how he didn’t want you to stop.

It was hard to focus on his pleasure and not yours. This was about him, not you. So you kept playing with his cock, moving your hand along his big, slick length.

But you stopped after a few more pumps of his cock, and Stephen just stared at you as you sat there taking in his eyes, thinking for a short moment. Then you sent him a small smile before moving your face down to his length, your lips hovering just above his leaking tip.

“What are you... Oh fuck, sweetheart!” Stephen groaned loudly when you ran your tongue along his cock, starting from the base and making your way to his swollen tip.

Wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, you began to suck at him before swallowing every inch of him. His cock was stuffed right into your mouth, his length throbbing in between your lips. You began to bob your head up and down, keeping your lips wrapped around Stephen’s cock nice and tight. Stephen grunted as you moved faster, forcing you to gag on his cock. His hands were in your hair, pulling at the strands before he guided you along his length. You lowered a gentle hand, rubbing at his balls and forcing a deep groan from Stephen’s lips.

It didn’t take long for you to feel Stephen suddenly tense up. You wondered for a second if he was close, and you were happy to stay there with your lips wrapped around him so he could chase that release he so desperately needed.

“God, I need to be inside you,” Stephen suddenly grumbled out.

That made you halt right then and there. Stephen’s eyes slowly opened up, all hazy looking as he looked down at you. Then his eyes widened.

“I… Wait, fuck. I didn’t mean to say that,” he whispered.

But that wasn’t enough to convince you. You pulled your lips off him with a wet pop before you opened your mouth to speak. “Well, I don’t mind…”

“You don’t mind what?”

“I don’t mind having you inside me if it helps. I did offer to help you out, after all.”

Stephen’s face was all bright red as he took in a deep, long breath. “Only if you really want to.”

You nodded, and then Stephen laid down against the bed while you pulled off your pants and underwear. You were absolutely soaked after stroking and sucking his cock, and all those sounds had definitely gotten to you. Pressing your hands to his chest, you straddled him, your pussy hovering right over his cock.

“Will you promise not to tell anyone at Kamar Taj what we did today?” you asked as you looked into his eyes.

He nodded. “Yes. Do you promise not to tell anyone? You’re a student and I’m your master. We’re not supposed to be doing anything like this. I’m so much older than you, too.”

“I can keep a secret,” you whispered. “Don’t worry.” With that, you lifted yourself up that tiny bit, moving so that the head of his cock brushed up against your slick entrance before you sunk down on to his length. You were immediately met with the feeling of his tip stretching you out. He was so big. So big and thick. You sunk down some more, letting him fill you up as his hands landed on your hips.

The feeling made you bite your lip, trying to keep your moans to yourself. This was about him. His pleasure, his satisfaction. Not you. And you were only trying to help him cum. This wasn’t sex. This was just you lending him a helping hand.

Hands there on his chest, you began to move. Up and down, up and down. You were moving slowly, trying to get used to his size filling you up and stretching you out. He was so big, his length fitting inside of you perfectly as you began to bounce right there on his cock. You were rocking your hips while Stephen grunted and groaned below you, his eyes all darkened. Stephen grasped your hips tight as you still bit into your bottom lip, trying to keep every moan and whine to yourself. That wasn’t just because this was about him. No. It was because he just felt so good buried deep inside of you, and you didn’t need his already inflated ego to grow even bigger.

It took everything in you too keep every sound of pleasure to yourself, but you could still feel your orgasm growing. It was blooming by the second as you rode his cock, that feeling hot and heavy as you moved up and down his length, and then his swollen tip pressed up against that sweet spot deep inside you and you found yourself losing control right then and there.

“Stephen!” you cried out, body shaking from top to bottom as you rode him so desperately. You could feel yourself squeezing at his cock as waves of pleasure hit you, and then the sound of Stephen’s groans hit your ears. Gasping, you stopped moving, realising what you had just done. “Oh, shit…” Looking down with blushing cheeks, you saw Stephen staring up at you with a smirk.

“Did you just cum on my cock?” he said.

Lips pressing together, you felt your cheeks burning brightly.

“Why do I get the feeling that you were secretly enjoying this?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly, a teasing tone to his words.

“I… I…”

Stephen chuckled at that, his eyes lighting up. “I could feel how wet you were when I was inside you. You were probably getting off on all those sounds I was making, huh? I bet you were loving them.”

“I’m sorry,” you finally managed to say. Your face felt so hot as he looked at you. Your whole body felt like it was burning, his gaze all dark.

Stephen looked at you for a long, lingering moment, looking like he was deep in thought, like he was trying to figure out what to say next. Slowly, he sat up. “Look, I’m going to ask you this, because I need to know: do you want to continue, or do you want to stop now and never speak of this again?”

You watched him closely, his lips about to part to say something else, but you cut him off with a soft, pleading, “fuck me.”

Laughing lowly, Stephen slammed his lips to yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth as he kissed at you deep and fast and hard. Hunger took over as you kissed him back, his hands pulling off your shirt and then your bra, your breasts suddenly on show for him. Large hands landed on them, giving them a squeeze as he groaned. Your hardened nipples pressed into the palms of his hands as he held you tight.

“Such perfect tits,” he muttered. “I’m going to give you exactly what I know you’ve been fantasising about for months,” he said, voice deep and confident.

Gasping, you kept your eyes locked with his. “How do you seem to know that I think about you in private?”

“Well, you aren’t exactly subtle. You can act like a brat around me all you want, but I’ve definitely caught you eye fucking me on daily basis.”

“… Oh.” Had you been that obvious? Apparently so. Whoops. You wondered if anyone had noticed.

Stephen suddenly moved, flipping you around and getting you settled on your hands and knees. But then his fingers found your hair, massaging at your scalp as he pushed you into his pillows, the material all soft against your face as he had you arching your back with your ass high up in the air. The position felt so filthy. He could see every last bit of you, the bits he wasn’t supposed to be seeing. Your cheeks still felt all red and burning as you knew his eyes were running up and down your body.

You could hear shuffling behind you, and then you felt a big, heavy hand on your hip followed by the wonderful sensation of his swollen tip running up and down your slit. A whine left your lips, pure frustration taking over as he teased you. The head of his cock felt so big against you. You were aching to just feel him push himself inside of you already.

“I want to hear how good I make you feel,” Stephen muttered.

You nodded into the pillows. “Just fuck me already.”

“You’re needy.”

But that was when you felt his swollen head slip into you, filling you up slowly, the both of you moaning out at the same time. Stephen grabbed your hips and began to pump in and out of you. He was so big and you could feel every inch of him stretching you out, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he fucked you.

“You feel so fucking good,” he muttered from behind you. “You’re such a dirty girl for letting me do this to you. You know I shouldn’t be touching you like this, but here you are, letting me fill you up with every inch of my cock. You just can’t help yourself, right?”

“Yes,” you whined out, the sound muffled from the pillows pressed to your face. “Your cock feels so good. Mm, you’re so big. God, you’re so big.”

“Yeah, you like it, don’t you?”

“Mm, yes!”

“You’re a dirty fucking girl for letting me touch you. I’m so much older than you, but you don’t care about that. You’re still letting me fuck you. You’re letting your teacher fuck you like this and you fucking love it.”

“I can’t help it,” you whined out, voice sounding utterly desperate.

Stephen kept pounding into you, his thick length taking you exactly where you needed to go. Pure, hot pleasure kept hitting you in waves, your fingers clawing at the sheets below you.

“Mm, Stephen!” you called out. “Please don’t stop! Please, please, please don’t stop.”

“You’re such a good girl,” he murmured. “You’re taking every inch of me. Look at your little pussy, it’s completely filled up with my cock. What a good girl.”

He slid into your slick, tight pussy with ease, his balls slapping up against you, that filthy sound of skin hitting skin in the air as he pounded into you. You were getting closer and closer, your orgasm right around the corner as you squeezed your eyes shut tightly.

“So close,” you whimpered. Your voice was wavering and you just needed to cum already, needed to feel that heap of pleasure take over your body. Your pussy was aching, begging to cum as Stephen fucked you harder and faster, his perfect cock filling you up to the hilt so that you were forced to feel every last inch of him.

It was with one more deep, long, hard thrust that you felt your eyes rolling into the back of your head. A sharp, barely there gasp escaped your lips, yours fingers clenching at the pillows below you so tight you were certain you’d rip a hole right through them.

“Stephen!” you cried out. You could feel your pussy gushing around him, your slit all wet and sticky as Stephen kept fucking you. He was dragging your orgasm out, making it last for what felt like a minute straight as he took you hard and fast and deep. You kept chanting out his name, your ears ringing and your body hot and your pussy absolutely soaking wet as he fucked you. You had never felt so full and stretched out in your life. Stephen felt like heaven, like your body was on fire in the best way possible. He was so big and thick as he pushed in and out of you, letting you ride out your orgasm right there on his perfect cock.

“Good girl,” he said with a deep chuckle. “Just like that. Cum on my cock, just like that. I bet that feels so fucking good, doesn’t it? It feels so good to fucking cum on my cock. Your teacher’s cock.”

It was hard to string a proper sentence together. Moans and whines kept escaping your lips, your toes curling as your orgasm took over your whole body. You kept whimpering out his name, your whole body shaking as he carried on pumping you full of cock. 

But then Stephen suddenly pulled his length out of you and you quickly whined, instantly missing the feeling of him inside of you. Stephen let out a low chuckle at that.

“Miss me already, huh?” he asked, voice deep and cocky. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want in a second, sweetheart.”

Stephen grabbed at you, moving you so that you were laying down on your side. He then got settled on his side behind you before he pulled you to him, so that your back was up against his broad chest. He moved your leg and hooked it over his hip, spreading your legs for him.

He held his cock in one hand, pressing the tip to your pussy before he slid back into you with ease, the both of you moaning in unison. He used his other arm to wrap it tight around your chest. You were flush against him as his hand held one of your breasts tight. Then he kissed you, and you moaned into his mouth as you kissed him back deeply. 

Stephen wasted no time fucking you good. He fucked you harder and faster and it had you letting out a rather shrill and loud moan. It felt so good to have him stretching you out as he filled you up with his big, hard cock. You couldn’t help but moan.

You felt Stephen’s lips on you again suddenly, closing the gap as he kissed you, your tongues dancing together. You moaned against his soft lips when the tip of his swollen cock met that sweet, sensitive spot so deep inside of you again.

“Does that feel good?” Stephen mumbled against your lips. “Is this what you wanted from me, sweetheart? Wanted me to take care of you?”

All you could do was give him a little nod before Stephen kissed you again. He then began to pump his length into you even faster. His cock pushed into you so deep as he slammed into you. Each and every thrust of his cock had you crying out his name. He kept going, your pussy dripping wet with your juices.

“Fuck, Stephen. Please don’t stop!” you begged. “Please keep fucking me!”

Stephen did just that. He kept pushing his cock into you, fucking you with every last bit of energy he seemed to have. He was moving so quickly that you could barely believe it. You were being so loud. Stephen had you crying out for him with every pump of his cock. He was taking you deep and hard and fast, stretching you out in the best way.

Every thrust he gave you had you getting closer and closer to yet another orgasm. You were so close. The feeling was growing, your wet pussy getting even wetter.

“You… You’re gonna make me cum again,” you let Stephen know.

“Cum on my cock for me. Cum on my cock like a good girl,” he hissed.

All you could feel was his thick cock pushing into you, your little hole taking him so well. And then all it took were a few more deep thrusts from Stephen for you to meet your orgasm.

“Oh, Stephen!” you screamed out, letting the pleasure take over. The wetness between your thighs growing. It felt like you were gushing right then and there, like something was pouring right out of you and all over Stephen’s cock. You just screamed at the feeling, all the while Stephen fucked you right through the delicious sensation.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as a new sensation hit you. You were shaking, your orgasm so much stronger than the others. It felt different, though. Very different. Your whole body felt warm, your pussy so soaked. How was it that Stephen was making you feel so good? How did he have all of that energy to take you so good and hard? It didn’t even matter, because all you could do was lay there and cry out as Stephen fucked you, making you feel better than you had ever felt before.

The wetness between your legs soon slowed down as you focused on your breathing. Stephen pumped his cock into you just three more times before his moans were turning into deep grunts, his thrusts going from fast and wild to slow and deep, and you had a feeling he was close.

“Fuck,” he muttered from behind you, pushing into you with an eager thrust, filling you right up to the hilt. “So fucking close, sweetheart. Christ, you ready to feel me cum inside you?”

You moaned, his cock pushing in and out of you, his balls pressed right up against your bare pussy until he was groaning wildly from behind you, his arm wrapped around you tightly, holding you in place as he just fucked you and took you and made you all his. It was filthy. It was raw. And you were loving every last second of it.

A second later, you could feel it. He was shooting out thick, heavy loads deep inside of you, your inner walls suddenly painted with the sticky drops of cum. You gasped, the feeling making you sigh in relief.

“That’s it,” Stephen said with a moan, his arm still holding you tight. “God, Y/N, that’s it. Take it. Just like that. Fuck, I bet you’ve wanted me to cum inside that pussy for so fucking long. You’re such a good girl just fucking taking it. You’re taking every single inch of me.”

You were panting as he slowly pulled out of you, his cock still hard as he pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder. His breaths were deep and heavy and you heard him get off the bed behind you, then the sound of water in the distance hit your ears. You laid there, trying to get your breathing back in control. What turned into a simple favour for Stephen had turned into something completely different. You almost couldn’t believe what the two of you had just done.

You were pulled from your thoughts when you felt something soft and warm pressing up against you. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Stephen running a cloth along your slit, cleaning you up with a gentle hand.

After ridding himself of the cloth, he joined you in bed, laying down next to you while you both kept your lips firmly pressed together. There was nothing but silence between the two of you until Stephen broke it.

“What we did,” he said. “It… It shouldn’t have happened.”

Turning to look at him, you offered him a curt nod. “I know. But no one will know if we both keep our mouths shut.”

“Well, I won’t be mentioning it to anyone.”

Nodding, you slowly sat up. “I should get back to Kamar Taj. I was only supposed to be here for a couple minutes…”

“Yeah, okay,” mumbled Stephen.

You got up to put your clothes back on, moving a little gingerly thanks to how tired you were. Stephen had taken you so hard that even your legs felt a little wobbly, but you managed to get all your clothes back on, and after patting down your hair, you hoped no one would be able to guess what you and Stephen had just been up to. Turning towards the door, you heard Stephen call out your name, and you spun around to meet his eyes.

“Thanks for helping me out,” he said, sending you a wink.

A tiny smile stretched across your face. “Bye, Stephen.”

With that, you turned back around so you could leave for Kamar Taj. You wondered if anyone had noticed that you were missing. You couldn’t help but wonder if you’d be able to keep your word—Stephen too. You were curious if it’d be just a one-time thing, or if maybe the two of you would get all tangled up in each other once more. It had certainly been fun, and deep down, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to say no to Stephen if he made you the offer. You also knew that Stephen wouldn’t exactly say no either.

Only time would tell what would happen next.

[geeky-politics-46]

I just had a random imagine pop into my head...

Imagine you were dating Stephen & everyone is living together at the Tower, except Stephen of course still lives at the Sanctum. Imagine the faces of the others trying to maintain their calm when they see Stephen not in his sorcerers robes for the first time as he wanders out of your room in the morning to get coffee. No cloak, no Eye of Agamotto. Just a band t-shirt and pajama pants with his hair out of place. They would look like school kids who just ran into a teacher at the grocery store. That or total shit eating grins, that would be Nat for sure & probably Wanda. Tony would of course act like he had discovered some huge secret or found Bigfoot or something.

[rivalswrites]

Rivals characters react to your dog!

Before you read, please be warned that I'm writing based on my impressions of them not only in the game (though it's the biggest inspiration), but some of them with the movies/shows in mind too.

How Rivals characters react to you(reader) having a dog fight with you! (Maybe like a tracking dog, but breed not specified. Dog is referred to as big, and the gender changes randomly)

Dog will be named Spruce as a placeholder

The relationship between the character and you is not specified, though implied romantic.

(First post, kinda nervous) Masterlist

Warnings for mentions of semi-canon violence

It was during down time, that he met Spruce. She was running around and probably playing with a butterfly or something before she set her eyes on him. Making a beeline for the shiny man that almost glowed like the sun in the light.

Spruce ran circles around him, a little too quick for his attention to keep on her exact location. He hadn't come in contact with a dog before or knew much about them, though he knew they existed- he probably mistook her for another animal from space.

When you had shown up and apologized for her unmatchable energy, explaining it's just a dog thing (zoomies, he really liked that word). He took Spruce’s energy with stride, happily willing to play with her on down time and even- on occasion- during training. While Flerkin’s were adorable, Spruce had wormed her way into his big heart and sat down to stay.

Overall: He really enjoys Spruce's company, and will use his free time to play with her and give her treats (even going behind your back sometimes do to so)

Natasha knew you had a dog, hearing Clint talk about it, but she'd never had the opportunity to meet either of you. She had finally got her chance when she was at the training ground, taking down bots. Spruce had come up from behind and taken one of her batons, running away before she could catch the thief in the act.

Trying to get it back was a lost cause, she knew this, she knew how dogs were. But she tried anyway. It didn't take long for you to come running and haggle Spruce into dropping the baton and apologetically handed it back to her (after whipping the slobber off with your sleeve). She thought it was sort of cute.

Now she always watches over her batons, when she knows Spruce is around, but she doesn't hold a grudge for the less than desired first meet. She thinks it's funny to be honest, and brings it up often when lounging around with you and Spruce.

In all honesty she has a guilty pleasure in watching Spruce and you run around the map, but would never admit that.

Overall: She loves the dog like her own. The two of you train her while on down time, though it's mostly playing catch now rather than training

The first meeting was- not at all ideal. It was during a match, and the two of you were on opposite sides of the fight. Though there's no bad blood between either of you now, it's an embarrassing story to recall because he totally got mauled by little ‘ol Spruce.

After the match he had found you and (with hesitation) Spruce. You apologized for how violent it ended up being, but he brushed it off and told you it's all good. No harm truly done, and it's definitely not the worst he's had, which you definitely believed.

He found the strength and bond between you and your dog admirable, seeing as it seemed unbreakable. The amount of trust you had for an animal was something he thought he'd never understand, and maybe he won't.

He likes to relax after matches with you, sitting somewhere quiet with Spruce sprawled over both your laps- basically begging for some praise after the match (which he gives into, because who can say no to those big beady eyes).

Overall: He doesn't mind Spruce, as long as he stays away during matches so he can concentrate fully. The same goes for you, though he won't say that.

It all began when you first joined the fight against the Doom’s, not really catching Hela’s eye- though she did acknowledge your existence.

Spruce had taken a liking to her, running over to see her whenever not on duty/fighting. She didn't mind, nor really pay attention, until you kept coming up and apologizing while calling Spruce over. But Spruce was determined, she wanted Hela to acknowledge her too and she'd be damned if she didn't get her attention.

Hela was nothing but happy at this little dog's devotion to wanting her attention, it's so hard to find good minions nowadays. She takes Spruce’s devotion as your devotion as well, seeing as wherever Spruce is you follow (and vice versa).

While it's hard to tell what Hela is feeling, due to how neutral she is about a lot of things, devout minions make her happy, thus you and Spruce make her happy. And yes, she does use you two as human shields during matches, as all good minions would do

Overall: She tells you she doesn't care for Spruce, simply just being your pet. But in actuality she loves Spruce, he reminds her of a fierce warrior and tells you you've trained him well.

When she first met Spruce, he had come up to her and started tugging at her outfit while on down time. She was at first confused, for obvious reasons, and easily used a little magic to get the dog to unhand her. Watching as the dog sat down and stared at her with his big, beady eyes.

Soon after, you ran over and apologized, explaining to her that you were just practicing his skills to make sure they were up to standard for matches, which she admired. Nodding in approval while still keeping an eye on the dog that was now looking at you expectantly- it's tail thumping on the ground rapidly.

You took a treat out of your pocket and offered it to her, asking if she wanted to give it to Spruce. She looked at you, then your hand, then to Spruce- who was now trained on your outstretched hand. With an ever gentle smile, she took the treat and knelt down, letting Spruce come to her and gently take the treat.

She wasn't one for animals, but for you she could make an exception. Often she could find herself admiring not only you, but the ever lively Spruce on the field or during training, and eventually could only think of how cute he was when she looked at him.

Overall: She can happily say she enjoys the company of Spruce, almost as much as she enjoys your company.

He had first seen Spruce while in battle. Same side, thankfully. Spruce had run past him, with you quickly following her, into a tunnel. It wasn't anything special or impressive to him, so he didn't understand why he decided to stare at the tunnel while he still had some poor person to take care of in the blades of his claws.

After finishing his business, he took towards the tunnel, observing as you bent down to give the big dog some pats while completely unnerved by some nerds body almost right underneath you. He wondered if it was yours, or the dogs doing.

Honestly, he didn't pay Spruce much mind in the beginning, only looking at you during down time or training (sometimes even during matches). But alas, he knew the two of you were a pair, and that was non negotiable.

Soon, he took up the offer you made ages ago on helping you train and hone Spruce's skills. As much as he hated to admit it, she had a pretty harsh bite, almost ripping the flesh of his arm off before you called her off. He reassured you it wasn't a big deal when you had apologized.

Overall: He doesn't mind Spruce at all, and tells you he simply tolerates her for your sake. But you can sometimes find him patting her in the head after a match well won.