#defender strange smut

[ironstrange1991]

Just As Good As I knew It Would Be

Pairing: Defender!Strange x SexWorker!Reader

Synopsis: It was supposed to be just another night with a new client, but Defender Strange was unlike any other and he definitely had other plans.

Word Count: 10k

Warnings: Descriptions of sex work, one or two use of the word 'whore', hickeys and lovebites, oral sex with male and female receiving, protected p n v sex.

A/N: This was planned to be a one shot, but I can easily see this story continuing, so it's up to you guys. Also, I was literary falling asleep over my laptop when I posted this so any typos or grammar errors I will fix tomorrow.

When the weight of his body left you and rolled to the side on the bed, you sighed in relief and also turned to the side, taking a cigarette from the package on the bedside table, lighting it and taking a long drag. It was still one o'clock in the morning and you had a client scheduled for 2:30 and before that you needed a long shower to get rid of all the sweat stuck to your skin.

He was a nice guy, plenty of money to spend since he paid for an hour with you almost every week. He was lonely and with the sweat problem you could understand why. You just couldn't remember his name. Andrew? No, Andrew was the one from last night. Nice guy, a little clingy but nice. Would it then be William? Fuck, it didn't matter anyway, you never called them by their names for that very reason.

Madam Elise always said that there was no other way to permanently lose a client than to call them by the wrong name. It's easier to call them all by the same pet name, she always says, and that's what you do. They were all Baby, for you. And they liked it very much.

"I would like you to stay the night with me." He murmured stroking your arm. "I like to think I'm more than just a client to you."

And didn't all of them like to think that way? You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes and took another drag from your cigarette.

"You're too good for this job. I can give you the stability you need..."

"Okay, baby, let's get one thing straight once and for all." You interrupted him, putting out your cigarette in the ashtray and getting up. "I'm not interested in a relationship. Certainly not with one of my clients. And I don't need a man to save me from the life I live because, surprise! I like this life.”

He remained silent, watching as you got dressed and when you finished putting on your shoes he stood up, took out his wallet and took out a few hundred bills.

"Baby, I don't deal with money. I thought you had paid at the club."

He nodded "I did. This is extra."

You smirked, taking the money and putting it inside your bag. "You spoil me."

He smiled. "You deserve it, Y/n. When will we see each other again?"

"Madam Elise takes care of my schedule. But from what I know, it's full until next weekend."

He seemed extremely disappointed.

"But I'm sure she can fit you in some night for an extra fee."

"Money is not a problem." He stated cupping your cheek and threatening to kiss you, but you were quick to pull away from him.

"Then I'll see you next week. Take care."

"My driver will take you back to the club." He informed.

"Thanks, baby. Have a good night."

...

Madam Elise was busy taking care of the Absinthe's accounting after the doors closed. It was already past 3am and the girls were leaving. The night had been very profitable, everything had gone normally, without any mishaps and the girls seemed happy.

Throughout her life, Madam Elise worked at night and with her own effort founded the Absinthe Nightclub, which today has the status of the largest and most renowned nightclub in New York City. No less than 25 girls, 12 dancers, 3 singers, and an entire band worked for her, not counting the waiters, bartenders, security guards, secretaries, suppliers and everything else. It was a big business that she commanded with mastery and love.

However, that night, she was tired and could hardly wait to finally leave the place and go home. She was closing the register when Aline, her personal secretary who helps her take care of the girls' schedules, came to her excitedly.

"You won't believe who called asking for Y/n."

"Whoever it is, her schedule is full until the end of next week." Madam Elise answered nonchalantly, but Aline didn't seem any less excited and handed over a sheet of paper with a name and telephone number written on it.

"That's what I told him, but he didn't seem to mind waiting. He asked us to come back with an all-night date."

"A whole night?" Madam Elise asked surprised. "Does he know her price?"

"He mentioned that money is not a problem." Aline responded, smiling as if just talking to the man had already turned her his biggest fan.

"Why Y/n? Did he ask for her specifically or did you recommend her?"

Aline shook her head "He asked for her and only her. It must have been someone else’s recommendation."

"I highly doubt it." That was all Madam Elise responded to Aline's speculation. "Call him tomorrow, schedule him for the night."

Aline looked at her as if she had said the most absurd thing. "Should I reschedule everyone else? They won't be happy."

"No, but they will accept it. Y/n has already captivated them for life. Now a new client like this one..." She stared at the name scribbled on the sheet of paper. "This is a customer we still need to captivate."

Aline nodded, but continued standing there as if she wanted to ask or say something.

"What is it?" Madam Elise asked impatiently.

"Does madam think he will come here?"

"Don't be silly, of course not. A man like him has an image to maintain. She will go to him."

...

When you woke up the next day, the sun was coming in from behind the gaps in the heavy curtains in your room and it was already past 2PM. The routine of sleeping when it was almost dawn and waking up in the middle of the afternoon was the least rewarding part of the job, but it was something you had to get used to.

You had a very chaotic routine, but you couldn't think of another way to live. Your work has provided you with a beautiful apartment and all the luxury you could have dreamed of, and most importantly, freedom.

You didn't depend on anyone but yourself and contrary to what many might think, you didn't feel used. In fact most of the time you felt like a pop star, with men lining up to have a special appointment with you.

After taking a shower and spending a long time on skin care, you went down to have breakfast - which was actually always afternoon coffee - and took the opportunity to take a look at your schedule. There were two new customers you were excited to meet. One of them was a jazz singer, the other was a politician. A deputy, if you weren't mistaken.

"More coffee, ma'am?" Karen, your maid asked gently.

"Yes please."

Karen had been working for you for a little over a year. It was actually Madam Elise's idea for you to have someone to take care of the house and you, but you suspected that Karen also did a second job: spying on you for her. You would be eternally grateful for everything Madam Elise did for you, but sometimes the woman was too controlling and a little scary. Not that you cared, it wasn't like you had anything to hide.

"Karen, remind me again how you met Madame Elise." You asked, still looking through the names on your cell phone’s notepad and taking a bite of your toast.

"It's been so long, dear, I don't even remember exactly, but I think it was a few years a go when I worked at the nightclub" The old woman responded evasively.

"Hmm" You were sure the last time you asked she said they met each other at a job interview and not once she mentioned she worked at the Absinthe.

"Oh, I almost forgot it! Madam Elise called and asked you to call back as soon as you woke up. She said there were changes in your schedule for the night."

"No, come on! I was looking forward to meeting the deputy." You murmured, finishing your coffee and already calling her.

When you arrived at the Absinthe to get ready, it was already past 6PM and you still didn't know who the special client was that made Madam Elise cancel and reschedule everyone else. She refused to speak on the phone and emphasized that you should spend some extra time taking care of yourself because this client deserved the best.

So you took a bubble bath with some special bath salts, were extra careful with your skin care, using your best oils and creams. Your hair, which you had decided to leave loose and straight, you ended up wrapping in curlers and clips so that you could finish it when you arrived at the nightclub, as well as your makeup, which Madam Elise made a point of saying on the phone that she would do herself.

"I don't know why so much suspense." You said as she finished preparing your skin with foundation.

"You'll understand when you get there." She answered.

"How about this one?" Sofia, one of the new girls who worked with you asked, holding a hanger with a very short strapless red dress.

"No. Too much." Madam Elise replied.

"How about this other one?" Sofia asked showing off a long black dress with an extravagant slit.

"Too much, Sofia. What part of elegant and discreet don't you understand?" Madam Elise responded sharply.

"It would help if you say who the client is." Sofia complained.

"That's what I'm trying to find out." You said taking advantage of Sofia's complaint. "Oh, I got it, He is a rockstar, isn’t he? Don't tell me it's Bono!"

Sofia stared at Madam Elise, waiting for an answer.

“It's not Bono. And he's not a rockstar. He's better than that."

"How about this one?" Sofia showed off a rose midi dress that looked like something Kate Middleton would wear to one of her official events.

"Perfect!" Madame Elise exclaimed, finishing applying the third layer of mascara to your eyelashes.

"Please don't say it's the president. He's too old." You whimpered.

"Don't be silly, Y/n." That's all she replied.

"Older men make the best clients." Sofia reflected as she hung the dress on the chair next to you. "They are kind and don't usually last long. Not to mention they pay extras."

"Girl, You're learning fast!" You praised.

"Learning from the best." Sofia said giving you a wink and you two giggled.

"Perfect. Now let's let this hair down." Madam Elise said as she took the clips out of your hair and used a comb to straighten your curls. She finished with a setting spray and only then let you look in the mirror. The whole thing seemed too much to you, but you didnt say anything.

"Now finish getting dressed. A car is waiting for you outside. The driver knows where to drop you off."

"Yes ma'am."

Surprising you, Madam Elise leaned over and gave you a small kiss on the cheek in a rare display of affection.

"Good luck, my darling."

...

When the driver stopped in front of the old building, you couldn't help but think he had gotten the address wrong.

"Are you sure we're in the right place?"

"177A Bleecker Street. That's the exact address Madam Elise gave me. Do you want me to call her to check?"

You shook your head "No. It's okay. Thank you." You said, opening the door and getting out of the car.

"Should I pick you up in an hour?" He asked.

"No. He paid for the night." You informed, closing the door.

You walked up the steps slowly, somewhat intimidated by the oppressiveness of the place and trying to convince yourself that this was really happening, but when you approached the door, it opened on its own and you were overcome with the realization that you were about to spend the night with none other than Defender Strange himself.

As soon as you entered, the door closed behind you and you stood in the empty entrance hall somewhat disconcerted and not knowing what to do next. It took what seemed like an eternity until you were greeted by a baritone voice.

"Hello. I'm sorry, I was sure the woman I talked to this morning told me you would arrive at 9pm" He said going down the stairs and coming towards you. He was dressed exactly as you had seen him on TV or in the newspapers. Black and red robes, boots and hair tied in a ponytail, but gosh, the TV and newspapers didn't do justice to his beauty. Defined jaw, sharp cheekbones, plump lips and beautiful blue eyes. The man was gorgeous.

"I'm sure Madam Elise wouldn't get confused with my schedule. You must have spoken to Aline, her personal secretary." You said, feeling your cheeks turning red from the strange situation and also from the way he glared at you.

"Well, I have no reason to complain if her mistake gave me more time with you." He smirked, extending his hand for you to hold and bringing it to his lips. You knew that if it was any other man doing that you would roll your eyes at how cliché and ridiculous the gesture was, but with him all you could think about was how elegant and gentle he was. He just seemed so calm and kind.

"I'm sure you already know me, but let me formally introduce myself. Doctor Stephen Strange, or how my friends call me, Defender Strange, but you can call me Stephen."

You smiled "It's a pleasure to meet you, Stephen. I'm Y/n, but of course you already know that."

His smile widened "It's a pleasure to meet you in person, Y/n." He kept your hand in his. "Come, this is my house." He said gesturing ahead and taking you to the lounge and you found yourself analyzing every detail. The place was beautiful. It definitely wasn't to your taste, but it had a certain charm. Everything looked ancient, from the extravagant chandeliers to the reddish wooden furniture, everything seemed to have been there for many, many years.

"It's very nice." You said, still dazzled by every detail that was visible to you. The place was huge. "Do you live alone here?"

"Yes. I am the master of this Sanctum and therefore I live here. It is old and makes strange noises at night, but you learn to like it over time." He seemed to analyze your expressions carefully.

"But it must be lonely living alone in such a big place." You insisted, still amazed by the size of the place and you had only seen the foyer and the lounge.

Stephen smirked "It's rarely empty and work takes up most of my days, so I don't have time to feel lonely."

"Hmm."

"Please, sit. May I offer you something to drink?"

"Sure." You said, sitting on the beautiful victorian sofa.

"Wine? Maybe something stronger?"

"Wine is great."

He nodded. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be back in a moment."

You did as he asked and as soon as he left, he returned with two glasses and a bottle of red wine which he opened and poured.

"I'm curious" You said, taking the glass he handed to you. "How do you know me? I mean, Madam Elise told me you asked for me specifically."

He smiled and took a long sip of wine.

"It's a long story. The short version is that a friend of mine told me about you."

"Is he a client?"

He chuckled, "I don't really know. I'm just glad he lead me to meet you."

You sipped the wine slowly, savoring the sweet on your tongue as much as you were savoring the enigmatic company of the man in front of you. However he downed the last of his wine and stood up.

"If you allow me, I need to finish a few things before I can dedicate myself entirely to you. Please, make yourself at home. Choose something for us to listen to, if you like music. I have a large collection. I'm sure something will please you."

With that he walked away, disappearing from sight and leaving you alone in the huge lounge.

You did what he suggested. You refilled your glass and ventured into the huge shelf of music in front of you, which to your surprise were not CDs but LPs. You got distracted reading the titles. He had a little bit of everything, from classical to pop music, including R&B and Hip Hop, classic rock and industrial metal and other things you didn't even know.

You opted for Bon Jovi and left it playing at a pleasant ambient volume and distracted yourself by scrolling through your Instagram feed for what seemed like a long time.

When he returned, he was no longer dressed in his sorcerer robes, but rather in dark jeans and a gray shirt. His hair, however, was still tied up in a ponytail and you found yourself thinking that any man in the world would look ridiculous with that hair, but not him.

"Bon Jovi. Good choice."

"A little cheesy, but I like it." You confessed. "I don't think I've ever met anyone who had so much physical music in the days of streaming services."

He chuckled. "Let's just say I'm old-fashioned. I'm not given to technology."

"No, just magic, I presume." You teased, getting up and approaching him, deciding to take the initiative. Men usually liked you to take the initiative, but with him you weren't too sure, but you had already waited too long and to be quite honest, you were eager to finally start the night.

"Are you going to show me some tonight?" You asked in your most seductive voice, and he let you snuggle into his arms and leaned his face against your hand when you touched him and finally, finally, he kissed you. A soft kiss, as if he was tasting a forbidden fruit, but you were eager to deepen the kiss, eager to finally claim him as one of your most valuable conquests.

His lips were thick and soft, his tongue tasted like wine and something else you couldn't identify and the touch of his beard on your face was delicious.

You couldn’t remember the last time you were this turned on by a kiss, but you could feel the slick between your legs. However, he pulled away gently when your hands threatened to unbutton his shirt.

"I can show you one or two things, but I'd like us to have dinner first." He said. "We don't need to rush, we have the whole night ahead of us."

But you had no intention of stopping now, not when your lips were finally on his mouth, down his chin and then his neck, nibbling his ear lobe. "I'm not hungry. Not for food at least." You whispered in his ear and watched him swallow thickly, but he grabbed your hand and pulled you away gently.

"I must insist."

You nodded a little confused, but let yourself be pulled into what soon turned out to be the dining room. The table was set and the food smelled wonderful. You hadn't really noticed that you were hungry until now, but it shouldn't have been a surprise since you had barely eaten all day.

He pulled out the chair for you to sit down and confessed. "I bought the food from my favorite Italian restaurant. I hope you don't mind. I would have cooked, but I didn't have time."

But he knew how to cook. Noted.

You smiled reassuringly, "It's great. It's more than I expected to be honest. Men don't usually serve me dinner. It's usually the other way around, you know?" You chuckled.

He poured your glass and his and then sat down too. "Men rarely know how to value what they have."

You felt your cheeks blushing and disguised it by taking a sip of wine.

"Well, they pay two thousand dollars for the hour." You said finally trying the food. "Wow, this is delicious."

He smiled satisfied and only them allowed himself to start eating too. "I'm not talking about money. For me, having the company of a woman, whether I paid for her or not, is always a privilege.

You stared at him and then gave in to your curiosity. "I wonder why a man like you needs to pay for a woman."

He didn't seem surprised or bothered by the question. He chewed slowly and swallowed, wiped his lips on his napkin and took a sip of his wine and then said simply. "I don't have to pay for women. But I had to pay to have the woman I wanted."

You felt your stomach fluttering at those words and something about the way he glanced at you and said it made you blush, and you smiled shyly. "I hope I'm worth it."

...

After dinner you convinced him to take you on a small tour of the house and your admiration for the place only increased with each new room that was presented to you.

"This is the library." He said, opening the two wooden doors and indicating for you to enter. He entered right behind you and waited in silence while you swept the place with your eyes.

 It was ancient and beautiful, like you expected the library of an old castle or something to be like. So many shelves of books that went from floor to ceiling and small ladders supported on the shelves so that people could get books from higher places. There were also small desks scattered around the place and a larger one in the left corner with a large wooden and leather chair. Some books, paper and pen and a pair of reading glasses on top of it.

"It's my second favorite place in the house." He reported proudly, "It's also where I spend most of my time when I'm not on a mission."

You nodded, walking slowly down one of the corridors and trying to read the titles of the books. Most of them were written in other languages. "Which is the first?"

He smiled getting closer and when he spoke again his voice sounded dangerously close to your ear "I'll show you."

You felt your skin prickle and that didn't go unnoticed by him. He held your shoulders and got close enough for you to feel his body pressed against yours. His fingers slowly pulled the strap of your dress and only then did you notice a tremor in his hands, but before you could ask yourself what had happened to them, he started to place little kisses on your shoulder and little by little he raised them to your neck and you completely forgot what you were thinking.

The little kisses went up to your ear and he nibbled your earlobe and exhaled heavily as if he had been holding his breath for a long time and your body trembled with the sensation of his warm breath.

Without holding back, you turned to face him and pulled him into a kiss and your lips collided with a passion that surprised you. His tongue invaded your mouth and dominated yours easily and your fingers were quick to unbutton the buttons of his shirt, while his fingers unzipped your dress and the two of you desperately undressed without your mouths separating for even a second. Suddenly the idea of ​​being apart from him seemed absurd and you were surprised by the overwhelming passion that took over you. It was as if the two of you were live wires that had finally touched and were now joined by an electric current of passion and lust.

When your dress was lying on the floor and your hands managed to free him from his pants and finally free his cock from his boxers, you pumped him a few times reveling in the realization that he was as big as you needed him to be. He rested his forehead on yours, closing his eyes and indulging in the touch of your hand and you cupped his face and pulled him back to your lips.

"I've waited for this for so long." He rasped in your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you off the floor. You locked your legs around his waist, and he carried you to the largest desk and quickly finished undressing you, but made a point of keeping your high heels on.

He kicked his shoes away and did the same with his pants and boxers, leaving him gloriously naked for you and you watched in fascination as he moved his fingers and a condom materialized in thin air. He opened it quickly with his teeth and put it in with a certain desperation and finally entered you.

You both moaned at the sensation and you held yourself on to the edge of the desk as he thrusted against you with a certain desperation that was surprising and at the same time delicious. The sound of your bodies slamming against each other mixed with your moans and echoed through the empty library.

Your head fell back and he took the opportunity to bury his face between your breasts and took one nipple in his mouth and then another.

"Fuck..." You cursed out and then bit your lips to contain your moans, but they kept escaping as he fucked you so good and with so much passion and you suddenly noticed that you weren't forcing a positive reaction to please him. If anything, you were surprised with yourself, at how he was making you feel.

Your hand grabbed his hair and pulled him back to your lips and he kissed you passionately, thrusting his tongue into your mouth with the same desperation with which he thrusted his cock inside you. Fast, intense and delicious.

He broke the kiss only to run his lips down your neck and pushed you gently so that you lay down on the desk and pulled your hips closer to the edge and with a hand flat on your lower belly he returned to thrust into you and the variation of the position made him hit your g spot with calculous precision and your mouth went agape.

Men didn't usually find your g spot and didn't even bother trying, always desperate to achieve their own pleasure, but he was different, somehow he was different from everyone else.

"Stephen... You're going to make me cum."

You confessed surprise at how the knot seemed to tighten in your stomach. "Do you want me to cum, baby?"

He didn't respond, too involved in his own pleasure, but he put a hand between you touching your clit and rubbing his fingers there in slow circles and that was enough of an answer for you and your body responded to the stimulation quickly pulling you to the edge.

You came hard and he came soon after.

When he finished, he pulled you to meet his lips and something about the sweetness of that kiss made your heart flutter in your chest in a way you hadn't felt in a long time, but you were too caught up in all the sensations to pay attention to what they meant.

It was you who broke the kiss to breathe and he gently pulled out and quickly got rid of the dirty condom with a flick of his fingers and ran his hand through his hair, tucking the strands that came loose from the ponytail behind his ear and then smiled seeming a little embarrassed.

"This wasn't how I imagined." He said and upon noticing how that sentence could be interpreted in a wrong way he ran to explain "I thought I could get to the room. Give you a little comfort at least."

You stood up and approached him, cupping his cheek gently. "Believe me, you gave me something much better." You said letting out a small chuckle and pulling him back to your lips and something between his little moan and how his hand hold you closer to him made you feel like he was melting for you.

"Now will you show me your favorite place in the house?" You asked giving him your cutest smile and he nodded smiling.

"Anything you want."

The two of you got dressed in silence, but the silence wasn't awkward, in fact it was full of smiles and glances, and you found yourself thinking that you didn't remember the last time you felt like that, like you were on a real date rather than being with a client.

Either way, you pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind, remembering very well Madam Elise's words: No matter how incredible a client is, never forget they are just that: a client. Because they will never forget that you are a whore.

You sighed, letting the silly smile on your lips slowly die.

Stephen led you up the stairs and you walked behind him down a long hallway until you stopped in front of a large door, but before he opened it he turned to you and gently informed, "Many of the artifacts you will see in this room are magical and their value is immeasurable. I must ask you not to touch anything."

"Geez, I'm not that clumsy, Stephen." You defended yourself giving him your best smile.

"Please" He insisted.

"Okay, no touching." You promised, showing your hands to him and holding them behind your back dramatically. He smirked and then nodded opening the door and the two of you slowly entered. He snapped his fingers and the lights came on so you could actually look at the place.

It was a large and spacious room full of pedestals with vases and other objects on top, some were protected by glass, others were not. Everything seemed so old, from the heavy amber curtains and the gold and burgundy carpets to the cabinets and book shelves, the paintings on the walls and the ostentatious chandelier in the center of the ceiling. There was a fireplace surrounded by two loveseats and a fluffy dark brown rug. On the floor, next to the rug, there were some books and a forgotten tea cup.

But all of this was nothing compared to the beautiful round window that gave a beautiful view of Greenwich Village. "Wow, this is beautiful."

You approached the window to take a look outside where cars were rushing past. You had already seen that window from the outside, not to mention they sold postcards of the city with the front of the Sanctum Sanctorum printed on them, but being inside, observing the outside through that window was something else entirely.

"I usually come here when I need to think or just disconnect from my sorcerer problems." He explained, approaching you from behind and wrapping his arms around your waist. "This window is special, it allows me to see more of what is in front of me."

You raised an eyebrow "Is this some wizard code for something?"

He chuckled in your ear making your body tingle and then pointed to the window "This pattern is the seal of Vishanti, I don't expect you to know what it means, but it is very important and protects the Sanctum from various types of threats."

You nodded, looking at the intricate symbol in the window, but more precisely looking at him, so serious when he was talking about his work and so beautiful with that long hair, the gray strands just made him even more attractive and the beard, those cheekbones and the eyes...

"The window of worlds allows me to see other realities and dimensions. Some are pleasant to look at, benevolent so to speak, so you can easily get lost while watching them, others are dark and frightening, but it is my job to observe them and assure that everything remains in its natural state, without interference in our real world."

You smiled shyly admitting, "It's hard to combine the things you're explaining with the term real world. I live in the real world, this is… something else."

He let out a small laugh and then buried his nose in your hair and inhaled deeply, "You weren't real to me until tonight."

You turned to look at him "You talk about me like you know me."

He sighed, closing his eyes when your hand cupped his cheek, but before you could ask anything he pulled you to his lips and you felt your entire body shaking with that kiss, your heart pounding in your head as you gave in to the certainty that there was more than just sex involved tonight, even though you knew it was crazy, you couldn't help but feel that way. He was different, special and it wasn't because of who he was or the things he could do - magically speaking - but rather because of the way he could turn you into a puddle of goo with a look, a smile, a touch of his trembling hands and that kiss.

He was the one who broke the kiss first and before he could pull away, you pulled him to your lips again kissing him one more time. He smiled satisfied pulling away, but made sure to keep holding your hand and gently directed you to the rug next to the fireplace.

You watched him get rid of his shoes and did the same, letting your sore feet be caressed by the softness of the rug.

"I usually meditate here." He said, picking up the cup from the floor and disposing of it with a movement of his hand. "And I read. It helps keep me grounded. It's where I can have privacy, besides my room, of course."

You nodded, sitting on the carpet and reaching out to pick up one of the books, but he quickly took them out of your reach and returned them to the bookshelf.

"I'm surprised I can touch you, since everything here is sacred." You teased watching as he sat next to you, his hands automatically pulled you close and his fingers played with the strap of your dress pulling it down and placing little kisses on your shoulder. With his other hand he started to unzip your dress on your back and you felt your skin prickling.

"I am not sacred." He explained, searching for your lips and kissing you hungrily "Actually, I'm very human..." He continued kissing you, but his hands helped you get rid of the straps of your dress, letting it fall to your waist and undressing your breasts to him as he held one of them in his hand, pinching a nipple "...with human needs that I want you to satisfy."

You intertwined your fingers in his hair when his lips went down to your neck and he began to suck on your throat. He stopped and admired his work and then continued making sure the mark stayed.

"Y-you... can't..." You tried to warn him in vain when you finally noticed what he was doing, but he covered your lips with his index finger and continued until he was satisfied.

"What can't I do?" He asked with a cute smirk on his lips once he was satisfied with his work.

You swallow thickly feeling drunk, even though all you had drank that night was three glasses of wine.

"Mark me." You finally managed to say and his smirk turned into a grin.

"Too late for that, baby. Skin is very nice and soft, can't help it." And as if to prove what he was saying, he lightly bit the spot just below your ear and then sucked on the skin, eliciting a moan from your lips.

You couldn't tell what he had, but he managed to mess with you in a way that you couldn't understand, you could either think straight or formulate a coherent sentence while he had his lips on you. He made you melt, all your self-confidence and control seemed to melt before him.

"What's going on inside this pretty head of yours?" He asked, biting your chin and sticking his tongue in your mouth in another breathtaking kiss.

You hummed into his lips and tried to formulate a response when he finally broke the kiss.

"You. Right now, there is only you."

He smiled proudly, "Yeah? But there's another place I'd rather be at the moment."

You bit your bottom lip and waited for him to tell you.

"With my face between your legs." He rasped in your ear "Would you like that?"

God yes, please. But you just nodded letting yourself be manhandled as he laid you down on the fluffy rug and finished taking off your dress and panties. Your legs hung to the sides and he didn't wait to dive between them, lapping his tongue into your folds to make you even wetter than you already were.

He used his fingers to open your folds and licked your clit lightly with the tip of his tongue making your entire body tremble, your hands searched for something to grab and stopped in his hair, grabbing his ponytail, but you policed ​​yourself to don't pull.

"Oh fuck... oh yes, yes..."

He hummed approvingly at your reaction and the vibration made your body shake. Without waiting any longer, he took your clit between his lips and began to suck slowly and then increasing the pressure and you saw stars.

You loved oral sex, but the men you had sex with never cared enough to waste time pleasuring you like this, after all they were paying a lot of money, it was understandable they preferred to receive rather than give, but Defender Strange was different from all of your other clients, he was actually taking pleasure in giving pleasure to you and he was wonderful. You couldn't remember the last time you had your clit sucked with such dexterity, if anyone had ever managed to reach that level of excellence, that is, and your clit suckers could only do so much and were nothing compared to the real thing and Stephen, oh god, Stephen was even better than the real thing. He was perfect.

You could feel the knot inside you threatening to break, your legs shaking under the grip of his hands and the next thing you knew you were tugging at his hair, the hair tie came loose in your hand and you finished getting rid of it letting his soft locks fall like a curtain of dark brown and gray.

Of course he could feel you were close, your body was shaking, your breathing was faster, your wet, neglected hole was clenching around nothing and your moans were getting louder and louder, but then he stopped, brought his hand down to his hair moving them away from his face and stared at you with those blue eyes and a satisfied smile on his lips that somehow took your breath away.

"Please... don't..." You could barely speak.

"I don't want you to cum yet." He confessed and then crawled on top of you "You're so delicious, you know that, right?"

You pulled him to your lips instead of responding. The taste of your cunt in his mouth was so obscene and so delicious that you couldn't control a moan. He chuckled between your lips letting you control the kiss for the first time that night. Your fingers tangled in his hair and you couldn't resist, you pulled just a little to see his reaction and to your surprise and delight he moaned, a loud and unmistakable moan.

When your lips parted, he glanced at you and you took the opportunity to caress his face, tracing the outline of his beard with your finger.

"You're so beautiful." You confessed "You're even more beautiful in person than on TV."

He let out a little giggle and you could see a light shade of pink fill his cheeks and you thought it was adorable.

He kissed your lips softly and held your chin between his thumb and forefinger "You're beautiful. You have the most beautiful pair of eyes I've ever seen and your smile... it does things to me."

You smiled shyly with the way he was glancing at you and then watched as he seemed to go somewhere else in his mind for a second but soon after he smiled back. "Where have you been all this time?" He asked.

You weren't sure what to say, so you just pulled him to your lips again and kissed him, feeling a strange sensation in your stomach. His lips moved down your chin and he touched your lips with his thumb, gently forcing them apart. You took his digit in your mouth and sucked on it, teasing him to which he smirked.

"I want your mouth now." He asked, taking his finger out of your mouth and replacing it with his tongue and kissed you hard.

You cupped his cheek and asked, "Tell me how you like it."

There were many things you could do with a man's cock in your mouth and you mastered that art masterfully, but with him you were insecure, you couldn't read him and while that was frustrating, it was also what made it all the most exciting.

"Do you ask this of all your clients?" He asked, looking genuinely curious.

You shook your head "No. Usually I know what they like right away, but you... you're different."

He seemed to like your answer. He rolled onto his side and lay on his back on the carpet. "You can start by undressing me and then you can take good care of me."

You sat down next to him and let your fingers run down his chest, playing with the buttons on his shirt.

"Do you like being taken care of?" You checked.

"Very much."

You unbuttoned his shirt, pulling the fabric aside and placing kisses on his chest, lowered your hand to his belt and bit your lip, noticing his hard on contained inside his pants. It twitched with the lightest of touches from your fingers and you couldn't help the proud smile on your lips. You moved to straddle his legs and unbuckled his belt and pants and with both hands you pulled down his pants and boxers, moving to take them off completely and throwing them in a pile on the floor.

You went back to straddling his legs and finally laid your eyes on his cock. You had felt him in your hands and felt him impaling you, but it was the first time you were looking directly at him and god, it was beautiful. The curvature that let it lean towards his stomach and the veins bulging around it combined with the fat, pink head made your mouth water. He was pulsing and leaking from the head and without holding back you bent down and licked the slit to collect the precum and it tasted so good. Salt and sweet at the same time.

"I can take care of you." You purred. "Just tell me exactly how you like it."

He bit his bottom lip to hold back a moan when you finally took him in your hand, holding him tight.

"Slowly. There's no need to gag on it, just take as much as you can. And I will love if you suck my balls, lightly, I'm very sensitive there."

You listened carefully. All you wanted was to please him.

"Can I make you cum in my mouth?"

"Fuck, yes" He replied and his cock twitched in your hand.

"But there will be another round for me, right?" You confirmed, smiling mischievously.

"As many as you want." He promised.

Your mouth was salivating to have him, but you started slowly, just giving little cat licks on the head and running your tongue down his entire length while your eyes remained fixed on his. If there was one thing that was certain about all men, it's that they love it when you suck their dicks while looking at them with big dull eyes. Defender Strange was no exception. He bit his lip to try to suppress a groan and his hands grabbed the fur on the rug.

You contained a giggle watching his reaction and continued with your work, lowering your tongue to the base and then taking one of his heavy balls in your mouth. You sucked slowly and then took the other one and repeated the same process while your hand moved up and down, slowly pumping him.

"Oh fuck, it's so good." He praised you and you felt that strange feeling in your stomach again, quickly realizing that you liked hearing him praising you and trying your best to have more of that.

You moved your lips up, placing small wet kisses along his entire length and stopped at his frenulum, licking it lightly with the tip of your tongue. For most men, the frenulum was the most sensitive part of their cocks and gave them the most pleasure when stimulated, however it used to be neglected most of the time by women, but you weren't like all women, you knew how to pleasure a man and there was nothing you wanted more than to pleasure Stephen. Not only that, you wanted to be the best he ever had.

You alternated the licks with light sucks on the delicate area and he began to writhe beneath you, moans began to escape his lips and you noticed how his baritone was even sexier in that context.

"Oh, right there, f-feels so good. J-just keep doing what you're doing with your tongue." He asked and you hummed satisfied, flicking your tongue in his frenulum and with one of your hands you began to massage his balls, giving them a light squeeze. With the other hand you continued pumping him at the base and he started to pulse in your hand and you knew that if you didn't reduce the stimulation he would cum before you even put him in your mouth, but you didn't care, you wanted to see him cumming like that, you wanted to prove to him that you were that good, so you increased the stimulation on his frenulum, changing the light licks for a more efficient suction while still using your tongue, but now not quickly, but like a kiss, slowly and with more passion.

"You're going to make me cum if you keep this up." He rasped bringing his hands to your head, but he didn't push or pull, he just grabbed your hair in a ponytail to move it away from your face and allow him to have a good view of what you were doing. Men were visual creatures.

"Do you want me to stop?" You asked, stopping to make sure, but he shook his head vehemently.

"Please, don't stop. Just keep working your tongue like that."

You did as he asked, but stopped pumping him and let his cock fall heavily onto his stomach, using only your mouth to stimulate him and your hand on his balls.

You licked, sucked, kissed his frenulum and started all over again until his grip on your hair got stronger, pulling at the roots and with a loud moan he came on his stomach.

"F-fuck yes. Oh shit... oh baby..."

You couldn't contain the smile on your lips when you saw him in that state, you were so proud of yourself, and you hadn’t even put him in your mouth. The man was so sensitive to touch, you wanted to ravish him so much.

You crawled on top of him and he cupped your cheek, still panting, but there was a wide smile on his lips.

"How did you do that?"

"I barely did anything. You are very sensitive."

He smirked, "Or maybe you're just too good with that tongue. No woman has ever made me cum like this." He confessed.

You felt your cheeks blushing and that was also an effect of him over you. You weren't shy, but when he looked at you like that and talked to you like that you felt yourself melting. Instead of saying anything, you kissed him softly, but then went down your lips to his neck, licking, biting, sucking on his pulse point and continued moving your lips down to his chest, taking one of his nipples in your mouth and sucking and pinching the other. He moaned softly and you felt him twitching in your stomach, his cum running down his sides, making your skin and his stick together and making a mess, but you couldn't care less.

He was soft now, but not completely and as soon as the stimulation on his nipples intensified he began to harden again for you. The man had a lot of stamina and you could only be grateful for that because you couldn’t wait to have him inside you again.

"R-ride me." His voice sounded shaky above your head. You brushed your hair away from your face to look at him and he cupped your face with both hands "Ride me, baby. Use me. Wanna see you getting off on my cock." He asked and you felt your heart pounding on your chest. You nodded and kissed him.

"Condom?" You asked, trying hard to reason. He moved his fingers and a condom materialized between his index finger and his middle finger and he handed it to you. With another movement of his fingers his shirt disappeared, and he was completely bare for you.

Opening the package, you took his lips in a hungry kiss and your hands went down to meet his cock, pumping him slowly, but with a firm grip on your hands, making him moan on your lips.

You dedicated yourself to putting the condom on him, but first you bent down to put him whole in your mouth. His hands automatically grabbed your hair as he hardened until it was rock hard in your mouth as you bobbed your head on his length, finally giving him the oral he deserved.

"S-such a delicious mouth. So f-fucking perfect... I knew you'd be so fucking good to me..."

You couldn't shake the thought that he spoke to you as if he knew you and that it wasn't just because a friend had recommended you to him, it seemed to be something more, but at the same time you also knew that something in him was awakening a different type of attraction and that you were probably only seeing things where nothing existed because you were too involved, so you tried hard to push away those thoughts and dedicated yourself to giving him the best blowjob, using your tongue the entire time, swirling it along his entire length while taking turns going up and down and using a little suction on his head. You knew it was going well because he continued praising you between moans that grew louder and louder, however he held your chin and gently took his cock out of your mouth.

"As incredible as this is, I really want to cum with my cock inside you this time." He explained. "And not before you."

You smiled nodding and finally – reluctantly - put on the condom. Part of you wanted to fuck him raw, but in your profession, that was never an option.

Moving to straddle him, you directed his cock at your entrance which was dripping wet and let yourself sink into him feeling him stretch you deliciously.

You had seen dicks of all sizes and learned to get the best out of each one, but you couldn't be a hypocrite or lie and say that size doesn't matter. Yes, it matters a lot, and you were so grateful that Defender Strange was this big, providing you with the perfect amount of stretch and with that perfect curvature that found your g spot with surprising ease. All you had to do was lean forward a little, resting both hands on his chest and that was it.

"Oh y-yes baby... right there."

Stephen groaned in satisfaction, both of his hands grabbed and squeezed the fat of your waist, his eyes fixed on yours the entire time.

"Hit that sweet special spot uh? I can feel it. Feels so good, so fucking warm and wet... shit... squeezing me so tight."

You bit your lip, moving your hips up and down, turning it sensually every time you went down, letting his pelvic bone and hair massage your clit, providing shocks of pleasure that felt like electric currents running through your entire body.

"I love seeing you riding me like this, so fucking gorgeous" He purred "Come on, baby, need more, fuck me harder."

You increased the pace until you were both panting, the sensuality giving way to the tireless search for your release that you knew wasn't too far away. You couldn't help it, he was so perfect, everything about him exuded sex, the looks, the moans, the dirty words of submission taking you to the limit and at the same time making you hold on to the edge because you didn't want it to end, you wanted to let that continue forever.

However, he seemed to understand that you were stalling because he wrapped his arm around your waist and sat down leaving the two of you in a lotus position and began to move you faster on top of him, thrusting his hips against you to increase the intensity of the thrusts.

Getting carried away by all the sensations and feeling the knot threatening to break, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and grabbed a handful of his hair tugging at it with more force than you should have while the movements of your hips on top of him became faster and more desperate.

"Do it again." He urged in your ear, his baritone little more than a whisper.

You pulled his hair again, even harder this time and his head fell back and you felt his cock throb inside you. A part of you loved that and without him asking you did it again and again and took advantage of the fact that his neck was on display for you and started sucking it hard, biting it and sucking again until it left a purple mark. Satisfied, you grabbed his chin and pulled him to your lips, sticking your tongue in his mouth and being surprised by the way he let himself be dominated and when he let out a sweet moan in your mouth and his dick throbbed again Inside you, you knew he had reached his limit.

You sunk your teeth into his shoulder, feeling the wave of pleasure and euphoria wash over you as the knot broke and you came hard on his cock and with a loud, animalistic groan he came soon after, his cock pulsing and spilling into the condom. God, how you wish it were your walls that he was painting white.

That thought alone should have been enough for you to question your sudden involvement with that man, but at that moment you didn't want to reason, you just wanted to feel.

...

You were still lying on the rug, staring at the ceiling in silence and immersed in your own thoughts. Although your head was still spinning, your breathing had finally returned to normal, and the reason seemed to be coming back to you because you were suddenly too self-aware of everything that had happened that night.

Stephen had left you for a few minutes and you could hear him cleaning himself in the bathroom. You should also get up and get dressed, but your legs felt like jelly and you couldn't find the will within you to do so.

When he came back and laid back down next to you he was dressed in gray sweatpants and his hair had been pulled back into a ponytail.

"Don't you think sex is a weird thing?" You said, verbalizing the confused thoughts in your head. "I mean, you say things you would never say if you weren't aroused, you do things you can't imagine doing under any other circumstances."

He smiled thinking for a second. "I think it's called intimacy."

"Yes and no. Personally, I think intimacy is different. It's when you feel free to continue talking after sex is over and how you feel about it."

"Like now?" He asked.

You didn't respond, instead you sat down and faced the fireplace.

"I have a list of things I don't do or don't let people do to me." You admitted it.

"What for example?"

"Hickeys" You replied holding back a smile "As you can imagine it's not smart of me to arrive at the appointment with my client marked by the previous client."

"And why do I think you weren't reluctant enough when you realized what I was doing?"

"Because I wasn't." You sighed. "I also don't usually kiss my clients. I mean, it's not a rule, but I avoid it if possible. It makes me uncomfortable."

He sat down, seeming to watch you closely, but didn't say anything.

"Talking about personal things, like I'm doing now, is also on my list." You hugged your legs and rested your chin on your knee giving him an apologetic smile. "You left me disconcerted."

He smiled touching your knee and with his other hand he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and then caressed your cheek.

"I'm not usually like this with other women. Although I enjoy it, I rarely let myself be in a position where I'm not in control. I think it's safe to say that we both did things tonight that we don't usually do, and I don't know about you, but I really liked it and I really hope you liked it."

You sighed, feeling that strange feeling in your stomach again. "That's the problem, Stephen. You shouldn't care what I like or don't like."

"But I care." He replied chuckling dryly. "Is it really that bad that I care?"

You shook your head trying to think straight. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have started this conversation."

"You can tell me whatever you want." He said moving to kiss you, but then stopped and decided to confirm, "Is it okay to keep kissing you?"

"I don't know." You admitted with a sigh, but surrendered and threw yourself into his arms anyway.

He let out a small giggle when your lips collided, but then he took control of the kiss, kissing you like that was the only thing that mattered to him and god, he was such a good kisser. One of the reasons you hated kissing your clients was because they were terrible kissers and also because you thought it was too intimate. But with Defender Strange neither of those things applied.

When he finally got tired of your lips, he stood up and held out his hand for you to do the same. "Come on, let's go to bed."

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Secret We Share | Defender!Strange

Synopsis: Loving him was unattainable, or so you thought.

Word count: 2.4K

Warning: angst & smut ahead. Mutual pinning, unrequited love, overprotective Strange 😩 master & former apprentice relationship turns romantic (both parties are adult) ??? If you squint hard enough, there’s some plot in there.

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A/N: this is a request from the lovely @ironstrange1991 💛 I hope this is what you have in mind because if not, Please boink me in the head 🌝 no beta, but if I missed anything, so forgive me. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated and encouraged. You know how much I love talking to ya 💛

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He knew something was wrong the moment he felt the protection spell was wavering.

Trying to seal the interdimensional demon away was no small task, but it was not enough to call in a whole cohort of sorcerers. Being his former apprentice, Strange tasked you with conjuring up the protection spell while he was taking care of slaying the demon. 

His miscalculation though was what led to this moment where the demon deflected his attack and sent the magic right to you, knocking you back a couple of feet. Your body went limp as you threw across the ground and in turn, knocked yourself unconscious. 

You didn’t even know you were out for three days until you woke up in your bed, and found Stephen sitting there, looking quite somber. 

Your frown at first, clearly confused at first. You didn’t understand why he was there in the first place, but then you noticed the distinct dark circle under his eyes and the distinct melancholy air around him.

“Stephen…What happened?” you asked as you struggled to sit up.

“A spell went wrong,” he said softly, his head in his hand with an expression of a dying man. He couldn't help blaming himself for it.

“Stephen…”

“I failed to protect you,” he said again, hands clasping together. “My carelessness caused all of this.”

“Stephen, I’m fine,” you reassure him, but Stephen seemed to not hear you.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” 

He didn’t realize until now that the thought of losing you would be possible. He always trusted your skill and your power, but he couldn’t risk it anymore after today. Especially when there was something he had to tell you.

For once in his life, he was unsure of how to approach the subject.  A confession like this felt foreign to him that it almost felt awkward to even just approach it. 

His hair spilled over his shoulder like glistening silk as he leaned in. His silvery streaks shone dimly underneath the light in contrast to the inky mane. You couldn’t help but feel the urge to run your hand through them, wanting to feel the way those soft tresses through your fingertips, and perhaps bury your face in it as well. 

For once, Strange didn’t have the answer to the question that had been weighing on his heart. He knew the moment these words left his mouth, there was no turning back on it. Even now, sitting so close to you, all he wanted to do was reach out and hold you–to make sure that you wouldn’t break right before his eyes, but knowing the way the universe worked, nothing was ever easy for him.

“Every time I see you hurt, I blame myself for not doing enough to protect you. And every time I feel like I was doing enough, I feel like I'm smothering you. Tell me again if whatever I’m feeling right now is right because I sure as hell don’t think so.” 

He exhaled for the very first time through his nostrils. His back straightened a bit as if he had gathered all the courage to say what needed to be said to you.  

“I shouldn’t feel like I am right now, but every time you look at me like you are now, all my will crumbles like it’s nothing. That’s the sort of power you have over me, Y/N. And I don’t know what I can do anymore….” 

His gaze drifted to yours now. Cool, glacial blue softened and melted into a bottomless ocean. Resignation bled into his features. He couldn’t lie to himself anymore.

“Then stop fighting it,” you finally said. Your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest as those words left your lips. You could feel your body shuddering under the weight of anxiety. You didn’t know where he was going with it–hell, you didn’t dare to hope it either.

His head snapped up. His eyes searched yours for a brief moment before he muttered something under his breath, forfeiting his reservation altogether.

His hand reached out to touch your face for the very first time though, you could feel your heart skip a beat. His touch was warm and timid as if he was testing to see your reaction. He looked at you with uncertainty in his eyes, yet his heart was hopeful–so hopeful that it ached terribly in his chest.

“Push me away,” he said softly as he leaned in. The smell of sweet mint lingered on his breath, lulling you into a trance. The rough pad of his thumb brushed against the delicate skin of your lips, sending your nerves into a frenzy. He was close–oh so close that you can almost taste the sweetness on his breath. 

You inhale sharply, taking in a breath of his scent with you, drowning your own needs with nothing but him.

Your hand was instinctively holding onto his bicep. You could feel the way the muscles of his arm were straining as if he was trying so hard to control himself. A strong part of you didn’t want to believe that. Strange has always been so cool and composed. There was no way he was struggling against himself. 

“Say that you don’t want me,” he said again till his lips were now almost brushing against yours. Your heartbeat was deafening. Heat practically consumed your body as your fingers dug into the thick sleeves of his robe.

“I want you.” It came out no more than a breathless whisper. You could feel his body tensed up as he sat there so close to you, yet so far. Your heart yearned for the kiss, yet he made no move.

“I want you so damn much that everything hurts,” you said again as your hand drifted to cradle his cheek in your palm. You could see the way the flickering of the orange light danced in the pool of those cerulean eyes. “Don’t deny me anymore, Stephen.”

It was the first time you called him by his name, and all of his rationality seemed to melt away in no more than an afterthought. His lips found yours not a second later in a slow tantalizing kiss. It was soft and delicate, almost to the point of being careful. The intimacy of the act alone was more than you’ve ever dreamt of. 

Your eyes fluttered shut as a single drop of tear rolled down your cheek. His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you till you were straddling his waist. Your body molded into his like it was meant to be. Heat radiated off of his body like a furnace during a long winter night. Rough fingertips grazed down your neck, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake.

You gasped at that, and Stephen slipped his tongue right into your mouth. The soft and slow dance of your lips melted into a carnal hunger as his tongue glided, twisting and rolling with yours. It was desperate and hungry, and it made you moan shamelessly as he explored you eagerly.

He slowly and gently laid you down onto the soft mattress all the while that his mouth was on yours. Your fingers instinctively raked through his hair as he continued to kiss you eagerly. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he slowly ground his hips into yours. 

Another muffled moan rumbled in his chest as you felt the growing bulge pressed against your aching center.

“Tell me to stop,” he panted as his lips trailed down to the column of your neck. He was sucking at the tender skin there until you whined out loud before he licked the spot to soothe you. 

Every part of you buzzed with awareness, and every inch of you craved to be touched by him.

“Don’t stop,” you murmured as you wrapped both your arms around his neck as his lips now found your chest. 

You heard almost like a low grunting sound when his mouth covered your clothed mound before he lifted your shirt up and revealed your supple skin. You gasped at the way his warm mouth suddenly took in your soft flesh, his tongue glided over the stiff peak, licking and sucking at your nipple while his calloused hand squeezed at your soft breast. 

“Stephen,” you murmured softly. He looked up at you under his lashes, while his tongue was still running over your bud. The sight made you bite your lips as he continued to watch you watching him. You were so used to him being so prim and proper that you would never have thought he was capable of such an act.

After he was done with it, he gave the same attention to your other breast, leaving you moaning and writhing underneath him.

“Stephen,” you moaned his name again, this time you gave his hair a slight tug. The low growling sound that emitted from deep within his chest, almost made you come then and there. 

He pulled away from you and sat back, observing and watching the state he has put you in.

“You’re driving me crazy, Y/N,” he grunted, long fingers running through the dark trees. He looked so messy and desperate and wild.

“Why?” you asked.

“Because I want you when I know I shouldn’t,” he grunted as he hastily undo his jacket.

“And why is that?” you asked again as you watched his body slowly unravel before you. Your eyes scanned across his skin. You could pick some scars and marks left over from his previous battles. Just like him, everything on the surface was perfect and poise, while underneath it all, there was so much more.

“I was your master,” he gritted his teeth as he suddenly leaned in again. This time, his scent was much stronger, and his body heat hit you harder than before. It almost made you melt into the mattress and surrender everything to him.

“I was already a woman before I met you, why should it matter?” you countered, your palm laid flat on his chest. “I saw the way you were watching me, but I didn’t dare to dream…You always feel so unattainable to me–You were always so hard on me, that I was scared you hated me.”

Your words hit him harder than a sledgehammer. All the time that he was being harder on you was simply because he cared too much for you. Knowing how capable you are in the mystic art, he thrived to push you for the better. 

“I don’t hate you, Y/N. Far from it,” he said as he kissed the corner of your mouth. “As a matter of fact, I want to show you.” 

His lips were on yours quicker than you can count to three, kissing you with newfound urgency. His fingers reached down to probe at your slit, coating his fingers with your juices. Another low growl emitted from his chest. You could hear him cursing under his breath.

Stroking himself a couple of times, Stephen settled between your thighs. You sucked in your breath in anticipation when you felt the head of his cock rubbed suggestively against your glistening folds. 

“So wet and so eager for me,” he murmured as his eyes flickered to meet yours. Strange licked his lower lips before he slowly sank himself into your warm, velvety heat. A chorus of moans filled the room.

He stretched you out so deliciously–crossfading between pain and pleasure as the fire licked your very soul. He started to move slowly, pulling himself out before pushing himself back into your desirous heat. Every inch of you felt like it was set ablaze as sparks of pleasure began to course through you. 

His movement began to quicken as he found his rhythmic pace, thrusting in and out of you with intent. Every now and then, he would slam into you a bit too hard that you couldn’t help but let out a lewd throaty moan.

Your arms–though felt like jelly, managed to wound around his neck, pulling him closer till your lips found his shoulder again. He was so close to you now, that every time he moved, you could feel the muscles of his back strained and cornered from the effort. 

You held on to him as he continued to rock into you with vigor and determination, and before you knew it, you came all the while that he was still inside you. 

Stephen continued to pound into you a couple more times while you lay there still bathing in the afterglow of your orgasms. He was getting impatient and his movement became sloppy.

His body suddenly strained as he quickly pulled himself out and came all over your stomach. His mouth hung agape as he pumped his shaft till the last drop of the sticky white fluid squirted right out of it.

Then the room filled with silence once more as he laid beside you, staring up at the dark ceiling.  

Words seemed to dry up in your throat because you didn’t know what else to say. But then again, what was there to say when only the two of you need to know the truth of what you really feel toward one another. No one needs to understand it.

Strange turned and looked at you for the first time. His expression was unreadable. You didn’t know if you were able to compose any sentence to say to him when your heart was wavering between wanting him and being wanted by him. Insecurity began to eat away at your short-lived confidence. 

“Will you look at me differently?” you finally asked. The sound of your own heartbeat was practically pounding in your ears as a rush of adrenaline ran through you.

Stephen could hear the tremor in your voice and he knew. He reached out and cupped your face. “I always look at you as a woman first before looking at you as my apprentice, so no. To me, you will always be someone that I somehow failed to charm my way through your heart.”

Strange chuckled dryly, but he didn’t fail. You knew, and he knew it too 

In this very moment–under the same sky, your worlds were drawn to each other with this secret you shared.

A/N: We all want to pull his hair, just say it ��� also, i know this is tame compare to my other smut, but i think soft action with Defender Strange just fits better...Also this man screams aftercare!! Like imagine him bathing you after he finished spilling his cum all over you??? I’ll take 10, thanks! Any way, I’ll stop rambling! I hope you enjoyed this!! 💛 

[strangelockd]

Another ordeerrrrrrr-

Can I get uhhhhhh, #10 Orgasm Denial mixed with #13 Deepthroat with reader doing this to Defender? Thankkssss

Pairing: Defender Strange X Fem Reader

Synopsis: READ PART 1 HERE.

The reader wakes up Defender Strange in the best way possible. But she also has a few tricks up her sleeve to get him to stay 😉

Word Count: 1.8K

Warning: Porn with a bit of plot(after the cut), Spanish speaking Stephen(don’t worry I translated), Oral sex(M & F), Orgasm denial(M receiving), Deepthroating, Praise, Dirty talk, Face riding, Fluff, Sub Defender, Im sure I missed something. If your under 18 and read this, thats on you…

A/N: Thank you so much @lady-harvey for this steamy Idea!!! I thought why not mash both your requests bc they're about our adorable Oreo. I hope this fulfill's your desires.

Rain pattered off the windows as you awoke to Stephen still sound asleep snoring away. He looked so at peace with not a care in the world, no universes to balance, nothing keeping him from getting the rest he so richly deserved. Soaking in the morning light that cascaded down Defenders body you eyed him with admiration as the light illuminated his toned muscles in a soft toothsome glow. The blanket stopping just below his waistline showing off just a peak his perfect bare bottom.

Sighing contentedly, you leaned over him carefully plucking the remnants of daisies and red ribbon weaved into his sexed tousled hair. The salt and peppered strands flowed around him like a silken crown as you brought the daisy bundle up to your nose inhaling it deeply. The memories of the wild night before going through your mind made you smile but quickly form a frown. For Defender had a meeting at the London Sanctum and he would be waking up to leave in a few hours. Sighing, a selfish part of you didn’t want the weekend to end so soon. Watching Stephen turn on his back spreading his arms out to take over more of the bed made you chuckle just a bit.

Being the Sorcerer Supreme ate away at Stephen sometimes and it always left him more tired than usual. Let alone the winter weather didn’t help with the metal pins that helped fix his hands. But nevertheless, ever the stoic Stephen Strange never complained, his work ethic and dedication is something really to admire at times. Tying the flowers with one of the ribbons setting them gently on the nightstand you wrapped your arms around Stephens strong frame. Breathing in slowly you took in his scent that carried sandalwood with traces of vanilla oil.

His body heat felt deeply inviting as you softly kissed the daisy cluster tattoo on his left shoulder, eliciting a small groan from his lips. Each daisy was a representation of the only two women he loved in his life. You and Donna.

“Mmmm,” he shifted slightly continuing his soft snores.

Looking at the sheets your eyes couldn’t help but notice his stiffened cock standing at attention. Twitching a brow, a mischievous smile creeped on your lips as you grabbed a scrunchie tying your hair into a quick ponytail.

Bringing the sheets over your head to slowly move downward you grazed your nails gently across his toned abs. Tracing a circle around the navel it elicited a small noise from Stephen, making you quickly pause. You resumed kissing your way down the defined v of his waistline placing more soft kisses between his firm loins.

The snores trickled back as you lined yourself between his legs, your mouth ever so close to his gorgeous thick cock, Stephen wiggled a bit as you felt yourself bite your lower lip in lustful anticipation. Hand grasping firmly around his shaft you started to stroke at a slow and even pace, relishing the feeling of him in your hand. A glistening bead of pre cum leaked from his bulbous tip as you leaned forward lightly licking up his essence.

“Hnnggh,” he groaned deeper stretching out his legs.

Slowly licking from the base to his tip in one long motion, taking great pleasure in the noises that Stephen made from above the covers. Savoring the feeling you locked your lips around the head of his cock, tongue dancing around the crown you had sunk down slowly sheathing his member. His moans shot straight to your cunt as you heard his breathing grow louder and more ragged.

You wondered to yourself how his face must look like right now coming undone…His eyes scrunched with pleasure. The way his pale flesh would flush red during the crescendo his release. The look of his crystal blue eyes fully dilated as he rolls his head back into the pillows in pure ecstasy. Such a vision to behold.

But what turned you on most was when his brain would switch to Spanish when making love. That really threw you off on the first night together, but in no time, everything became more natural and fell into place. Together you both read each other’s bodies like the blind read brail.

“Damn,” he groaned lifting the sheets his sleepy eyes woke to the best sight. You, below the covers, giving him morning head. Defender’s eyes laced with grogginess and lust as he smirked at you, “so beautiful…,” he cooed noticing you blush returning the covers slowly over your head. Watching you continue to selflessly pleasure your man, his cock twitched harder in your grip as he felt you continue your fluid pace.

“If yo-, if you think this is going to get me to stay. You’re going to have to try harder Mi Amor, (My Love)” his voice laced with desire as you started sucking faster making his hips involuntarily buck into your mouth.

Releasing his swollen cock with a lewd pop you peeked out of the covers batting your eyes, “But what if I’m a good girl? And besides,” tugging on his shaft feeling him buck again, “it’s raining today, and you lost your sling ring,” winking you returned your head back down as you continued mouth fucking him.

He eyed the nightstand smirking at his ring vanishing, letting out a sharp hiss Defender pawed and gripped the sheets, “you make…ahh a good point. Hnng…then by all means…please continue,” he hissed lacing his fingers around your hair as you teased the frenulum flattening your tongue back down swallowing him whole. But you had a better idea brewing inside your head which lead you to pause. Keeping your lips locked around his cock, you didn’t move.

Feeling Defender squirm in return almost made you chuckle and lose it.

“Co-come on baby, don’t be such a little tease,” he begged with ragged breath as his fingers pawed at your hair more. Smiling to yourself you released a small chuckle that vibrated through his cock making him groan. Sliding up and down much slower, you relished the taste of him that was all for you.

“P-please baby. I’m begging you. Por favor muévete más rápido!(please move faster!)”

The pleading tone and language of his voice shot straight to your center as you started picking up speed again. Grasping his thighs for support you bobbed your head up and down along his hardened length. Repeating your motions, you felt yourself grow more eager to claim the reward of his climax. In feral desperation you suddenly started bobbing you head in a faster motion as you hand kept its pace. Lips locked tighter around his vigor you heard Defender release a sharp gasp as you pumped him faster and faster. The lewed noises echoing pornographically throughout your master bedroom as Defender chased his high.

“Th-that’s my g-good girl…you have the perfect mouth,” his hands gripping tighter on your ponytail, “you take me so well,” he continued his praises feeling his grip become tighter as he guided you through his own climax with a gentle eagerness. Despite his ever-carnal hunger for you, Defender was always the gentleman even in the midst of being under the mercy of such a beautiful woman.

You guided his hands to you head, encouraging him to let his wild side out.

“Madre de Dio’s!(Mother of God!)” he cried out as he felt his cock throb and pulse, coating your throat as you took him all the way. Swallowing it all like a starving woman, you kept pumping him slowly, riding out his high you lapped him up making sure there wasn’t a drop wasted.

Popping your head out of the covers you crawled up to cuddle next to Defender. He laced his arms around your frame as you brushed each other’s sweat stuck hair off your foreheads smiling contentedly.

Kissing your head softly he whispered, “come here,” like a moth to a flame you leaned in kissing him deeply. His tongue parting your mouth slightly as he begged for entrance. Cupping your head tilting it back to taste all of you it elicited a whimpered moan from your lips. Pulling back slowly he nuzzled your nose, “You were such a good girl Mi Amor(My Love),” he breathed onto your lips, the remnants of him still on your lips made Defender moan. His hand trailed down your shoulder as his fingers fished under the pillow. Feeling the familiar cold metal of his sling ring he threaded it between his fingers wiggling it teasingly in front of your face.

“Good girls DO deserve a reward,” he purred against your ear, “and I have just the thing.” Tossing the ring over his shoulder it bounced on the darkened mahogany floor as he swept his arms under your thighs positioning you on-top of his mouth.

“St-Stephen,” you moaned kneeling your thighs between his head as his lips latched onto your clitoris making you grip the headboard as you ground your pleasure out if him. “Your mouth feels so good,” you moaned repeatedly with incantation. His tongue swirling in figure eights as he kept his pace. His beard caused more friction as you threaded you hand into his hair guiding him.

“That it, right there,” you moaned as you arched your back hearing your voice grow louder. You were close.

“Fuck you taste divine,” he groaned as his tongue pierced your apex.

The familiar warmth was building below you as you felt you skin prickle, “Stephen, I’m going to come,” you wailed as he kept up his unrelenting pace of devouring your pussy. The vibration of his pleasure from his voice rippled through you like waves as you rode out your high. Lifting you gently he sat you beside him as you brought him in for a deep kiss. Your fingers trailed over his floral tattoo as you trailed kisses over it.

“That was amazing Stephen.”

“Did you expect anything less?” He grinned with a slight chuckle, pulling you in for another deep kiss as you snuggled back up to each other.

“From you,” looking into his eyes, breathing him in, “never.”

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[clouded-dreams2]

I really need a smut fic with defender strange

a/n: Here you are! Funny thing is that this Sinister Strange smut fic was going to be originally written for Defender Strange, though that didn’t happen. Defender Strange is the only one I haven’t written for yet. I hope you like it!

Warning: SMUT, SMUT, SMUT, Minimal plot, P in V, Unprotected sex, Oral (F receiving), Hair pulling, MINOR SPOILERS for Multiverse of Madness

Paring: Defender Strange x Fem!Reader

It was evident in how Stephen ate you out. He had a rough day. Your hand had gathered Stephen’s loose hair which was typically up in a ponytail. You made a makeshift ponytail occasionally tugging on it, which earned a moan from him, before his tongue went back to its attack. He was slow relishing in being able to have control over something today. He had been in between your thighs ever since he got home. He had undressed as you followed him on his command then spent the last few minutes between your legs. 

“Stephen.. Please.” You begged, you wanted him to devour you finding an orgasm quickly but he had been set on savoring. You tugged on his makeshift ponytail again, loving the way he reacted. 

“Darling, I will reward you.” He promised before returning back to slow attack on your womanhood. You tried to pull a vibrator out of the nightstand getting far enough to place it to your clit. Before Stephen took it and put it on the floor, he didn’t let you please him or please himself. He was hyper focused on eating you out at such a slow pace. He changed his speed when he felt you twitch slightly.

“Fuck.” You breathed out surprised by his new speed, it was much faster then the one he just had. He was focused on making you cum, he needed you to cum. 

“You taste so good, baby.” He cooed out, getting you to moan. He darted his tongue out faster than before. He let out another groan as you tried to close your legs. His hands came to rest on your inner thigh keeping them open. You arched your back, he kept working his tongue. 

“You like that, baby?” He took your clit between his teeth, softly grazing it. 

“Fuck. Fuck yes!” You moaned out, he got you closer to your edge. He brought his fingers to stretch you. His middle and ring finger, finger-fucking you temporarily to fulfill your need for his cock. He chased you to the dangerous edge of your orgasm before eating you out yet again. 

“STEPHEN!” You screamed out. He looked at you dangerously. 

“Shh. Baby, you’ve got to be quieter.” He kissed your clit before trailing kisses up to your neck. He pulled himself off your neck, staring into your eyes with his icy blue. He looked down between your bodies. 

“What does my good girl want?” He pumped himself a few times, before looking back into your eyes. He had lined himself up with your entrance. His hair curtained the kiss you shared, making you need his lips before he pulled back just slightly. 

“I want you, Stephen.” You connected your lips to his lifting your head slightly. He placed one of his hands into your hair pulling on it to expose your neck causing a wave of pain to crash over you as he thrusted into you causing pain and pleasure to fill your body. 

“You alright?” He checked with you as you nodded. He waited for your hips to meet his before he started moving. Thrusting slowly until he found a good pace, he returned to your kiss. His hair falling into both of your faces. You placed your arms over his neck, your fingertips tracing over his back. Your other hand holding the ends of his hair in another makeshift ponytail. He muttered under his breath about how beautiful you are. You matched his hips, you needed him just a little bit faster. 

“Stephen?” He hummed in response. His lips were adding kisses just below your ear letting you hear his every moan, and groan, and grunt.  

“Faster.” His black with gray streaked hair started to fall out of the makeshift ponytail, your fingers starting to dig into his skin as his pace got faster. He shifted his angle to hit your spot. That started your moans, and his grunts. He started to fuck himself into you. 

“You’re so.. Shit. So good. So good for taking me.” He mumbled, unable to get a full sentence out as every moan you made went right to his dick. You arched your back and he held it. He was fucking himself into you. He dropped you when he noticed your walls squeezing around his cock. 

“Shit.. Baby, You’re so tight” He moved in and out with vigor. 

“Cum for me. Cum for me, baby.” He had difficulty speaking every word accompanied by a grunt and groan. You moaned in a crescendo, just before you reached orgasm. The loudest noise being the moan you let out of his name. He kissed you as he rode you through your high. He returned his lips to your neck. Moaning as he got closer, nibbling on your ear lobe as he fucked himself faster into you. 

“W-where do you want me?” He asked, holding himself back. 

“Stomach.” He pulled out, as he brought his hand to his cock. Resting on his elbow as he pumped himself until he came onto your stomach. His eyes were glued to where he was going to cum. 

“Don’t hold back Stephen.” You found your voice, he did as you told him and came. He got up grabbing a towel from your shared bathroom, he cleaned you up. Tempted to clean you out with his tongue but decided against it. He then used the towel on himself gently cleaning himself, he threw it into the hamper with the other dirty clothes and brought you close to him. 

“You did so we-” You pulled him in for a kiss, you loved his praise but sometimes you didn’t. 

“How are you doing?” He was always double checking on you. You nodded your head. He held you into him. You tucked his long strands of  hair behind his ear. He got back up bringing you water. He settled himself next to you, as you cling onto him. Your forehead was pressed against his shoulder. He waited for you to fall asleep before he thought about drifting off. He was your Defender after all.

[classickook]

in the afterglow | defender strange

pairing: defender strange x fem!reader

summary: when the sanctum’s seals malfunction, coating your home in a blanket of white, stephen offers an unexpected remedy to heat you back up.

warnings: smut (18+), kissing, cockwarming, p in v sex, creampie, swearing, stephen is a bit of a soft!dom here

word count: 2.9k

a/n: there's basically no plot to this so enjoy the smut, besties! i’ll probably go back and edit later lol

your morning did not start off well.

apparently one of the seals to the rotunda of gateways had malfunctioned—how? you had no idea—and of course it had to be the very door that lead to siberia where a blistering storm of sharp ice crystals and blizzarding flakes charged their way into the sanctum and swept across every surface.

stephen had checked the series of doors as soon as he (literally) caught wind of the slip-up and recast the seals, ensuring they were done correctly, but it was too late. the sanctum was a winter wonderland in the middle of summer and there was no way to speed along the melting process as there was far too much snow and ice that coated the furniture, walls, and floorboards. 

stephen requested wong’s assistance to cast every spell known to the mystic arts in an attempt to return the sanctum back to normal, but it appeared there was only so much magic could do.

you would have to wait, the normal way, for the ice to melt. 

what was the point of magic if it couldn’t solve all of your problems?

after hours upon hours of useless attempts, stephen had finally relieved wong of his duties and encouraged him to return to kamar-taj until the sanctum’s seals were firmly restored and the ice had melted. as sorcerer supreme, stephen shouldered the responsibility of monitoring the sanctum in the meantime. he had offered the same option to you, suggesting that the warmth and comfort of kamar-taj would be far more pleasant than the frosty tundra of the sanctum, but you insisted on staying with him. 

stephen allowed you to stay, though he worried about you being too cold or possibly developing hypothermia the longer you were exposed to such icy temperatures. you had teased that you were lucky to be dating a doctor, but he didn’t seem to find the joke very amusing when it was at the expense of your health and safety.

he chose for the two of you to spend the remainder of the day in your shared bedroom, the sorcerer anxiously flitting about and making adjustments to ensure it would be as comfortable as possible, given the circumstances. 

a scarred hand waved over the fireplace until the wooden logs sparked to life, igniting a warm glow throughout the room that fought its way past the arctic environment. he also conjured up a bowl of steaming soup and mug of hot liquid that smelled faintly of hot chocolate for you in an effort to at least warm up your belly. you smiled at the gesture and at the way he fretted over your well-being. 

doctor stephen strange, master of the mystic arts, sorcerer supreme, and member of the defenders was a total sweetheart.

even after downing both the soup and hot chocolate, it still wasn’t enough to heat you up completely, the after effects only lasting so long. 

“still cold?” stephen asked from his armchair. he had positioned it in front of the fireplace along with the sofa you were currently lying on, but it wasn’t quite enough.

you nodded in answer to his question, noticeably shivering despite the oversized blanket draped over your shoulders. 

he pouted in thought before an idea popped into his head. “let me warm you up then,” he said with a conspiratorial grin as he stretched out his arms and beckoned you toward him. “come here, sweet girl.”

you tightened the blanket around your figure as you stood from the sofa and crept your way across the cold floorboards until you reached stephen’s chair. you shivered again as you waited for him to instruct you on what to do next. “well?” you asked, teeth chattering audibly.

“come here,” he repeated, spreading his legs to you and then patting his lap expectantly.

you arched a brow but did as he said, moving closer until you stood between his legs. you balanced your hands on his shoulders as you positioned your thighs on either side of him, easing down onto his lap while his scarred hands guided you with gentle touches against the backs of your thighs. his head tilted back to watch you, his cerulean eyes intense and unwavering. once you settled onto him, stephen then wrapped your blanket over the two of you, forming a sort of cocoon of warmth and safety around you as your body hunched into his.

he experimentally rocked his hips up into you and you released a shaky breath as you felt the hardening bulge between his thighs brush against your clothed slit.

“that’s my good girl,” he murmurmed. “do you trust me?” 

you nodded, the top of your head just barely visible from where you were nestled beneath the blanket. 

“good,” stephen said with an affectionate laugh as he began to untie the strings of your sweatpants, “i’ll warm you right up.”

“how are you going to do that?”

his lips twitched at the corners. “i might have an idea. lift your hips for me, baby.”

you did as he instructed, rising just enough for him to slide your sweatpants and panties down in one swift motion. your cunt clenched as the cold air nipped at your skin, feeling wholly exposed and even colder than before. “how is this going to warm me up?” you whined.

“patience,” he said before pushing down his own pants, his cock springing free from the confines of his underwear, until the two of you were bare at the waists. his hands spread your legs open as he pulled you onto him, a sharp hiss pushing past your clenched teeth at feeling his hardened cock nudging at your entrance. “trust me,” he coaxed gently. stephen then thumbed at your clit, his fingers surprisingly warm as he played with you, loosening your muscles against the frostiness of the air. “feel okay?”

you bit your lip and nodded silently, relaxing your abdominals as you felt him slide past your walls and stretch you open. the ministrations of his fingers against your clit must have done the trick because he easily slid inside you without any trouble or discomfort. he was always so fucking good with his fingers; he could turn you into a puddle of goo within seconds, it seemed.

“mmm,” you hummed as your eyes fluttered closed, basking in the warmth that started to unfurl in your lower belly. “feels really good, stephen.”

“good,” he said, obviously pleased from the way the skin beneath his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled at you. he gently grasped your chin between his thumb and index finger, beckoning you down to meet his awaiting lips. he pressed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling back with a frown. “your lips are freezing, baby.”

“warm them up then, doctor,” you said teasingly, referring back to his earlier statement.

he playfully nipped at your chin before slotting his mouth against yours, his lips surprisingly soft and warm despite the sanctum’s frigid temperatures. his tongue slipped past the seam of your lips and delved inside, licking into your mouth and eliciting a delicious heat to spread throughout your body. 

“how are you so warm?” you murmured against his mouth, tightening your grip on him and bringing your body as close to him as humanly possible. 

“i might have used a few spells to help,” he said with a mischievous grin. “anything i can do to warm you up.” he adjusted his hold on you, coaxing your limbs to wrap around him. “just think of me as your personal heater.”

you hummed as you tucked your hands beneath his shirt to soak up his body heat.

in turn, stephen’s hands crept beneath your sweater to make contact with the soft skin of your back, the rough calluses and scars scratching lightly, though not painfully, as he rubbed circles along your back in an effort to spread more warmth into your frigid form. you felt a twinge of heat radiating off of his palms, far warmer than what would be considered normal, especially given the circumstances, so you assumed he was using some sort of heating spell. maybe magic was good for something, after all.

your cunt stretched around him and you basked in the feeling of his cock filling you up, stuffing you completely until your walls quivered and squeezed him further inside, locking him into place. you had never been this intimate with him before. sure, the two of you have had sex numerous times, but this was something entirely different; instead of fucking each other to completion, you moved soft and slow, barely doing anything, actually.

stephen groaned as you subconsciously clenched around him. “you feel so fucking good, baby.”

“so do you.”

he breathed out a laugh, rubbing your hips and then pinching you there lightly.

you peered up at him from where you were tucked into his side, admiring the mole on the column of his throat and the sharp angle of his jaw on display thanks to his ponytail. you certainly liked the style, especially tugging on it playfully (or not so playfully), but you would always prefer his hair loose. decidedly, you reached up to release his ponytail, the salt and pepper hair you loved so much falling to his shoulders like glistening silk, and then secured the hair tie around your wrist. 

he chuckled at your antics, the sound of it shooting down your spine. “better?”

you nodded into the crook of his neck, smiling to yourself as his hair brushed against your cheek. 

you basked in the comfort that he offered you, feeling warm with him buried inside you and wrapped around you—up until he shifted his hips without warning, that is. you rolled your hips in retaliation, but moaned at the sensation, wanting to rock against him even further until all you could feel was him.

he tsked softly. “hold still, baby.” 

“stephen, i can’t—”

“yes, you can,” he cooed in your ear. “my baby can do anything, can’t she?” his teeth left blossoms of purple and pink along the underside of your jaw as he nipped and sucked at your skin. “my sweet girl,” he rasped. 

“please, stephen.”

“please what, baby? not warm enough yet?” 

you shook your head against his shoulder. 

“use your words,” he chided you. “what do you want, sweet girl?”

“want you to warm me up,” you mumbled. 

“and how would you like me to do that?”

you chewed at your bottom lip. “i want you to make me cum.” your cheeks flamed at being so openly vocal about what you wanted him to do to you. you weren’t used to it, but stephen would always want to hear you say it, nonetheless. 

“what was that?” he asked cheekily. you knew he heard you the first time, smug bastard. 

“make me cum, stephen.”

“good girl,” he said proudly, then lifted your hips off of him until he was almost completely out of you before guiding you back down, rolling his cock into your wet heat in lazy strokes. you moaned as he moved you to rock against his lap, doing all the work while repetitively pulling you up and down, his hips lifting to meet you, sinking further into your cunt each time.  

this wasn’t fucking, you realized in your blissed-out state; stephen was making love to you, taking time to worship your body, achingly slow and sweet. you couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your face. 

“what is it?” stephen asked, speaking past the deep groan rising in his throat at feeling you so tight and warm around him. 

“nothing,” you breathed.

“tell me, baby.”

you bit your lip. “you’re making love to me,” you admitted sheepishly. 

stephen’s hips paused, his cock twitching inside of you. “i always make love to you.”

you shook your head. “this is different. i can’t explain it, but it feels different.”

“good different?” he asked with an almost nervous edge to his voice. 

you hummed in agreement. “a very good different,” you confirmed, leaning forward to press your lips against his. “i love you, stephen.”

you felt him smile into the kiss. “i love you, too, sweet girl,” he replied, and it tasted like honey on your tongue. 

your hips stuttered as if paying no mind to the heart-to-heart you were having with stephen. his grip on you tightened in response. “please make me cum, stephen,” you repeated against his lips. 

the corner of his mouth pulled up into a smirk. “gladly.” he continued his ministrations, hands gripping your hipbones as he shifted his hips up into yours. 

your mouth opened in silent pleasure, loving every second of what he was doing to you, feeling your orgasm quickly approaching as he gradually sped up the pace. “stephen—”

“that’s it,” he cooed. “that’s a good girl. cum on my cock, baby. show me just how good i’m making you feel.”

a low moan bubbled its way up your throat at his words and the way he was moving inside you, his cock kissing your cervix as he breached the spongy tissue that always made you see stars. 

with one final stroke, a flash of white suddenly clouded your vision as heat rushed from the roots of your hair to the tips of your toes. “fuck, stephen,” you whined pathetically and tugged on his hair in an effort to ground yourself. 

your orgasm didn’t rip through you like a vicious current as it usually did when the two of you had sex, this time, it felt like the steady climb up a hill, creeping its way up to the top until it surpassed the peak and glided back down in sweet relief. 

stephen quickly followed right after, a deep groan pushing past his lips and the vibration of it rumbled against your chest as you felt your combined arousal leak out of your cunt from where he was stuffing you full, cum dripping from between your legs onto the chair beneath you. 

the sound of stuttered panting and the squelching of your joined bodies filled the otherwise silent room. “god, y/n,” he choked out, “you’re so fucking perfect. look at that,” he said, tipping your chin down to glance at where the two of you were connected and how his cum pooled between the cradle of your thighs. 

heat crept up your neck and into your cheeks at the obscenity of it, but your cunt clenched once your brain caught up and processed what you were looking at. 

obviously, stephen felt that. “fuck,” he hissed as you clenched around him again. his cock had already started to soften inside of you as the two of you settled in the afterglow of your orgasms, but you still felt so full of him, like he was touching every inch of you, and your body ached for him to move again; your brain, however, wasn’t quite up to it. 

your eyelashes fluttered against the tops of your cheeks as your vision grew foggy in your blissed-out state. “sorry,” you said sheepishly, ducking your head beneath his chin. 

he chuckled into your hair. “don’t apologize, baby. just give me a few minutes.”

you quietly giggled into the crook of his neck as you relaxed into him, releasing a sigh of contented relief. “i don’t think i can go again. ‘m too sleepy.” your eyes fluttered closed as drowsiness settled over you. 

“yeah? you tired?” the deep baritone of his voice brushed against the shell of your ear. 

you silently nodded, lovingly rubbing your cheek against the scruff of his beard. 

“ready to go to bed, then?”

your head shook back and forth this time. “don’t wanna leave you,” you mumbled as you lazily clung onto his neck with your remaining energy. you felt completely relaxed and drained, ready to be coaxed to sleep but not wanting to be separated from him. 

stephen chuckled before standing from his chair, arms tucked under your bare ass as he coaxed your legs to wrap around him, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs, his cock still buried deep inside you, eliciting a sleepy whine to escape your lips.

“it’s okay, i’ve got you.” he somehow managed to walk the two of you over to the bed, flicking his fingers in a quick motion that pulled the sheets and blankets down, the soft material looking so inviting to your spent form.

he sat on the edge of the bed with you still attached to his lap. you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck and sighed sleepily. “i have to clean you up, baby,” he whispered in your ear.

you barely managed to hum in response, but he took it as a sign to continue. he gently pulled out of you, eliciting a hiss from you once the heat of him was gone, but he quickly replaced it with a warm cloth, wiping away the mess before tucking you beneath the covers. he snuggled up behind you and wrapped a strong arm around your waist, fingers lightly tracing along the sensitive skin of your belly and kissing your shoulder.

“warm enough now?” he asked softly.

you nodded, hair brushing across your pillow as sleep pulled you in, the snowy landscape of the sanctum long forgotten now that you were blissfully warmed by your coupling, the crackling fireplace, and the arms of your lover.

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[getlostsquidward]

messed up kind of love

pairing: sinister strange x reader; doctor strange x reader

summary: whenever stephen comes back from his dream walking with that faraway aggravated look in his eyes that indicates he had once again failed, your heart breaks a little each time.

warnings: 18+, smut, implied corrupted!reader, memory manipulation, hurt/comfort, light angst, p in v sex, breeding k!nk, creampie

Whenever Stephen comes back from his dream walking with that faraway aggravated look in his eyes that indicates he had once again failed, your heart breaks a little each time.

You’d offer to take him to another universe to search for Christine, but it only resulted in meeting more of him which infuriated him even more. He may not say it out loud but you know he hates you for opening that reality to him, the reality that maybe there was a variant of him that got what he wanted for himself–and so it resulted in him taking revenge in every single one.

Your heart breaks for him, partly for all the universes that had lost their Stephen—but mostly for you.

You may as well be living in one of them, seeing that he's almost always away. His body may be here, but his mind and his spirit were always chasing something that was already gone.

In a sense, you're no different from him. Chasing someone that's hellbent on chasing another. But you've had enough, and eventually, the tiny cracks form one huge rupture.

You weren't seen—you're quite literally the only and last person he has in this universe and yet...and yet he couldn't see you. He is still so absorbed in his conquest to get Christine back that he overlooks the person standing with him side-by-side all this time.

He couldn't see you, blinded by his love obsession, or he just…chooses not to see you. Either way, you're tired of wasting your breath for the man who wouldn't waste one look at you.

You love him, and you will always love Stephen, but you won't waste your time waiting for your universe to completely collapse unhappy. If he gets to wander around the multiverse to search for his happiness, then it's time for you to find yours, too.

He's gone off dream walking again – and you take this opportunity to do it as well. Before you cast the spell, you walked towards his levitating figure and carved his features into your memory one last time. You caressed his sharp cheekbones and pressed a kiss on the corner of his lips. “Goodbye, Stephen.”

Multiple red orbs float in the air, different universes right in your palm. It didn’t take you too long to choose what universe to march into. There was only one of you in the whole multiverse, so it would not be hard to present yourself as a person already existing in that universe.

It was a foolproof plan, and there’s nothing that can stop you.

//

Stephen goes back to his body, sighing as he fails once again, but at least there's one less of him in the multiverse.

As he was about to close the Darkhold, he felt something was off. He stayed still for a minute, trying to sense if there was an intruder, but he couldn't feel a presence.

Not even yours.

Bringing the book with him, he searched the Sanctum, even the deserted streets…but you were nowhere to be found.

If you're not here, then where have you possibly gone?

Frantically, Stephen used the Book of the Damned to search for you. It may have been days or weeks, even months, and he's growing worried every second that passes. He was not used to your absence, it makes him feel incomplete. 

So when he finally found you, only to see you cozying up with another one of him, has him feeling betrayed.

But there was something different as he watched you. Different in him, and you. The look on your face is much brighter, the way you seem happier than you have been the entire time that you were with him. 

It made Stephen think back to the way he's taken you for granted. He can't blame you for leaving—but he wants you back. He wants you to look at him the way you look at the Doctor, he wants you to want only him and nobody else.

So he pins the blame on his unsuspecting variant, possessing his body in return with hopes to coax you to come back home.

If worse comes to worst, then he will have to do what he does best to his variants—eliminate them.

//

Pretending to be curious about magic, then slowly making your way up to becoming a sorcerer, and ultimately, being one of the Masters of Mystic Arts was an easy feat considering that you were already one, aside from the fact that you were mentored by the former Sorcerer Supreme himself in your own universe.

The words about the new gifted sorceress have easily reached Doctor Strange's attention, so you were delighted when he accepted the proposition to be your mentor. The two of you quickly formed a bond beyond the mentor/mentee relationship. He had once remarked about how you had come to know him so well despite knowing each other for a short amount of time.

Hearing that made your heart skip a beat, memories with the darker Stephen flashing in your mind. You can't help but remember him with every little thing the Doctor does. 

They're almost the same, after all.

The more you feel pleased with your plan going smoothly, the more it feels…wrong. Stephen's bright cerulean irises should be greyish and dull and dark. His neatly trimmed goatee should be grown, scruffy, and unkempt.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“You,” with a straight face, you responded. Stephen doesn't seem fazed by your answer as he stands beside you, overlooking the ever-busy streets of New York from the rooftop of the Sanctum, the bright lights of the moving cars and surrounding buildings illuminating the area.

“Don't tell me you've fallen in love with me, Y/N,” his sarcastic remark came along with a sly grin you hate and love at the same time.

“Silly. I've always been in love with you.”

His eyes averted yours, going back to people watching as he stayed silent. You did the same. “This universe is truly beautiful, isn't it? It was probably the same as ours, but I've forgotten how it used to look.” In your peripheral vision, you see Stephen turning to you, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“You don't have to pretend anymore. I know it's you, my Stephen. I know it was you all along.”

He didn't seem surprised, instead looking proudly at you. You're not sure if it was due to the night sky, but his eyes are much darker than you've ever seen them.

Now, this…this feels right.

“My darling, you know me so well…” he takes your hand in his, bringing them to his lips. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have treated you less than what you deserve. If you wish to stay here, I will gladly take over this body.”

“I would like to stay here very much,” you say truthfully. But you also know what would happen if he stayed dream walking for too long, and you don't want that. “But let this universe be, Stephen. I want to be with you in our universe, with only the two of us.”

He tilted your chin up, his thumb ghosting over your lower lip. Stephen swore to do anything you want, so as to make up for all the times he failed to look after you. He brought his lips to yours, little jealousy rearing its head as he realized that he might be the one kissing you, but it was not his body. He pulls away, smirking at the dazed look in your eyes, your parted and swollen lips tugging on a smile making him feel complete. You're his—your smile, your lips, and everything. It always has been, but he was too preoccupied to notice. Now, he's prepared to give you the whole multiverse.

A star-shaped portal opens, the familiar grey skies calling you from the other side. Standing on your tippy toes, you press a kiss on his head. He nodded, understanding that it was meant for this universe's Stephen. You might have spent a little time with him before Stephen took over, but it was enough to know that he's a good man. Your entire existence in this universe will cause a disorder, so before as soon as Stephen lets go of his body, you uttered a quick memory erasing incantation, hopeful that his life restarts to the day before he met you.

//

The cool breeze in the Sanctum made your skin crawl with excitement. You're back home.

You let your fingertips skim the piano keys, remembering how he played for you. Stephen wraps his arm around your waist, his face nuzzling your neck. You made room for his kisses as his hands undo your robes.

There's no such thing as too soon letting your carnal desires consume you. He wants you, and you want him. Now.

He peppers kisses across your shoulder, his large calloused hands wandering on your skin. Impatient as he is, he removed his robes with a flick of a finger, wanting to feel your skin against his. 

You grind your ass against his hips, feeling his cock grow harder with every movement. Stephen bends you over the piano, settling himself between your legs. He teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, letting your slick coat him.

Groans of pleasure echoed in the room as your hips met. Stephen began a slow pace of thrusting into you, your head throwing back with how good you feel with him filling your cunt up.

“Gonna fill you up, darling. Gonna put a baby in you.” His thrusts went faster as he got closer to release. Stephen pulled you impossibly closer to him, his hands pressing on your bulge forming on your belly. “Do you feel that, princess?”

Strings of moans escape your lips as you feel your walls tightening around him, your pent-up desire finally spilling over the edge. Stephen follows soon after, not able to last much longer with how your pussy milks his cock.

He pulls back a bit, eyes drawn to the way his cum drips down your inner thigh. He uses his cock to scoop them, slamming his length back to your aching cunt.

All you can do is whimper as he makes you his over and over again, pumping you full of his cum. “You're mine, darling. No other version of me can fuck you like I do. Remember that.”

You couldn't care less about the way he got rougher while reminding you who you belong to. You couldn't care less about his possessiveness and his stark difference from the other Stephen you met—you prefer your man sinister anyway.

—

tags: @mirikusashes @evelyn-kingsley

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Defender Strange - 'I'll Always Be Holding You' part two

a Defender Strange x Female Reader romance

genre: friends to lovers, romance, angst, smut

rating: 18+ contains NSFW material

word count: 3.4k

continued from part one

Drowsy warmth enveloped you and the dear, familiar scent of cedar and sandalwood, accented with vanilla and ginger and a hint of leather, filled each breath you drew. Stephen. Holding me. Even before you remembered the why of it, your heart was beating a single, happy word—finally. One of his strong arms kept you safe against his firm chest, with your face resting atop his well-worn, sleeveless linen shirt. He had removed his battle tunic as he thought the material too rough a pillow for you. You had curled against him and drifted off to a comforting, dreamless sleep shortly after that.

The slow, steady rise and fall of Stephen’s breathing was so soothing and had you wondering if he was asleep. If so, you didn’t want to wake him; instead, you drew a deeper breath and softly kissed his chest over his shirt. He met that with a pleased rumble which you could feel against your cheek. You skimmed your palm up to rest just below the hollow of his throat and dared sliding your fingertips beneath the open v-neck of his shirt. Stephen gave a low, soft groan and murmured, “Sneaky, sneaky…” You would’ve withdrawn them at once, but he gently trapped your hand beneath his. “You don’t need to stop, you know. You never need to stop, Y/N—not if you don’t want to.”

You hummed softly, nestling your head closer to the crook of his neck. “You can’t imagine the number of times I’ve fantasized about you being here…with me…in my bed…”

Stephen’s low chuckle thrummed against your cheek. “Oh, please…tell me more, baby doll.”

You shrugged against him, tracing the bare skin at the base of his throat with a single finger, “Not so fast. A girl needs to keep some secrets to herself, you know.”

“Nooooo,” he grumbled, “I’ll have them all, Y/N. Every…” He took your chin, tilting it up enough to kiss you. More passionately between each word. “…single…one…of…them…”

“And then what,” you asked in a breathless dare.

“I’ll learn them better than I know myself,” he vowed, nipping at your kiss-swollen lips, “Engrave it on my skin deeper than any of my tattoos.” Stephen swept his tongue into your mouth, cradling your face in his free hand. Pressing his advantage, overpowering you with his restrained strength. You suckled the silk of his tongue in reply, moaning softly, your whole body flushed with awareness of the symbolism of this act.

Invade my every sense, you were thinking, swallowing the flavor of tea and honey that lingered on his tongue. Drinking in the scent of him as though it was your true sustenance; beneath the sandalwood, vanilla, and leather, were traces of citrus (his shampoo?), woodsy smoke (surely from wherever he’d been), and the unique, indefinable yet familiar aroma of his magic. You’d learned that one early on in your friendship—and in time, you were eventually able to divine if he’d worked a spell or charm as soon as you’d stood a few feet from him. Cover my skin in your magic, my love. My stalwart, brave Defender!

He broke from the kiss and you both gasped for air, and his quiet little laugh opened your eyes as a sudden notion occurred to you. “After all this time we’ve denied ourselves, doesn’t the reason for it remain…remain the same? I mean,” you gnawed on your bottom lip, not wanting to say it, but knowing that you should, “Aren’t there rules about this kind of…fraternization…between a simple Adept…”

“Soon to be a Master in her own right,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes, just a mite exasperated at his amusement, “Between a Master, then…and the Sorcerer Supreme?”

“What rules,” he teased you, slowly tracing your upper and then lower lip with the tip of his index finger. You pressed a kiss to it—for how could you not? “I make the rules, Y/N. And when we’re alone like this, the only rule that matters…” Stephen paused to study your face, exhaled slowly, and added, “is find your bliss.”     

He flashed you that dear, lopsided smile; the one that had always made your heart flutter, from even before he had drawn you into his company as friend and confidant. It was his promise that all would be well. That he would look after you and care for now and going forward, as his woman. The fulfillment of the quiet, mutual longing that had bound the two of together you for months. The most natural resolution of every mutually lingering glance and every careful touch you had dared to share for weeks and weeks, each of you cautious not to go too far. With his rakish, beguiling smirk and the soft and knowing satisfaction in his remarkable eyes, Stephen assured you that the coming kisses and embraces between you need no longer be restrained.

Your back still rested against the propped-up pillows, while you watched Stephen pull his shirt off over his head and let it fall to the floor, with that same swift grace that always left you speechless. Breathless. And filled with the desire you’d been silently denying could ever be set free. Your mind flashed back to that evening in the sauna and your first sight of him shirtless. How you’d tried so damn hard not to stare at his strong, broad shoulders and his muscular biceps and chest. You had been awestruck by the markings of his battle scars and tattoos upon first sight, but now--knowing him as a man, instead of as hero and leader and the Sorcerer Supreme—you didn’t have to forgo the urge to touch him. To memorize with your fingertips—and later, with your lips—the chronicle of his service, and to cherish each marking with the tenderness which he deserved.

You laid the tips of your fingers upon the thin, vertical scar nearby his tattoo tribute to his sister; later, in the warm and loving afterglow, he would reveal it had resulted from his first encounter with dark magic and it had been a miracle that he’d survived at all. At your tentative touch, Stephen’s eyelids fell shut while his mouth fell open with a soft moan, reminding you how touch-starved he must be. “Tell me,” you murmured, softly tracing along its length back and forth and back again, “If not now, but as our time together unfolds. Tell me the stories behind each of these…” You laid your palm on his shoulder, to smooth you hand down onto a far fresher weal upon the firm curve of his bicep, “I want to know everything, Stephen. And thank you for every danger that you’ve faced and all the pain you’ve borne for the sake of keeping the world from harm.”

He nodded, opening his eyes to meet yours, pledging as he moved close enough to breath light, lingering kisses on your cheeks and chin, his promises, “Every secret of my body…every truth that my soul houses…are yours for the asking, Y/N. And my heart I’ll trust to your hands alone.” Stephen was patient as he took your lips this time, slowly, deeply, stealing your breath. Remarkably gentle as his tongue teased yours--drawing a soft sound of relief from your mouth into his, while its thrust gradually grew more insistent. He cupped your face in both hands, again more gently than you had ever imagined he could. You’d seen how strong a man he was, witnessed his imposing physicality, yet the care he took with you now was that of a gardener nurturing the tenderest flower in his care. Your whole being was flush with joy and filled with your willingness to give Stephen whatever he might desire.

He withdrew and you both gasped for breath as one. “My darling…my precious Y/N,” he whispered as he brushed his lips onto your cheek again, softly spoiling your skin with his full, tender lips. You had slid your hand up to the nape of his neck, laying the other flat over his heart, lost in the sweet kisses he continued brushing on your face—until you realized he was placing them upon the half-healed cuts that marked your cheeks and forehead from your battle with the demons. Stephen trailed his lips along your jawline too, to linger softly on the bruise marking the shelf of your jaw. “Oh, Stephen…” you sighed, weak with awe to receive such loving care.

Then he moved down to nuzzle your neck and you nested your fingers in his hair. His whiskers only tickled you briefly as you got used to them and they were softer than you’d expected. As heavenly in their way, as everything about him. He’d drifted his hands to your shoulders, painting your throat with soft, moist kisses, while the warmth of his breath made you shiver, in anticipation of the pleasures to come. The give and take of the love it felt like you’d been waiting forever to share. “Mmmmmm…you’re so good to me, darling…”

“And I swear- I’ve only just begun,” he rumbled, and then nosed his way up to graze your earlobe, while sliding his right had down to cup your breast. “Oooo, sweet baby,” he panted against your ear, not even trying to hide his surprise, “You’re not wearing anything beneath this…”

“Mm-uhhh…” your lips parted with a sigh at the gentle flex of his large hand upon you, delighting you in how fully you filled it. “I wasn’t expecting company, you know…”

“Yet…here we are…at last…” The warmth of his breath on the delicate shell of your ear as he trailed off, raised goosebumps cascading across your skin and all down your arms. You felt the raw hunger of his voice as a thrill in the pit of your belly and as an unmistakable need at the apex of your thighs.

“At last,” you repeated, the words that followed peppered with quick little gasps as you strove for patience just a bit longer, “At last, after the endless days and nights it took us to get here…” You trailed off with a low growl in the back of your throat when Stephen tugged your lobe between his teeth, then softly sucked away the sting.

You let yourself slide down until you were on your back and looking up at him, and he moved so that his face hung just above yours. Committing this singular moment to memory, your eyes considered the finest details of his face. The exotic shape of his eyes and the fine crinkles at their corners. The smattering of freckles across his cheeks and the classic lines and angles of his cheekbones, nose, and jawline. The perfect bow of his upper lip and the enticing fullness of the lower, with a small, comma-shaped scar near the right corner. All of them making your fingers ache to touch—but not nearly as much as you longed to run them through the thick silk of his hair.

Stephen’s eyes narrowed quizzically, trying to decipher your expression. “What? What is it,” he chuckled. 

You raked your nails through one of his white streaks, and he nodded, reaching back to pull out the thin leather binding that held his trademark ponytail. He shook his hair loose and it fell free, down just past his shoulders, allowing you to comb your fingers through it. “I wanna feel it on my skin, darling—and to feel your skin on mine.”

His eyes remained on yours and his plush lips framed an ‘o’ as he exhaled slowly in his own effort to be patient. With the ghost of a nod, Stephen knelt beside you. His hands tremored slightly, hovering over the hem of your knee-length night gown as he watched for your consent; at your soft hum and bare nod, he began to tug it upwards, then over your head to cast it aside. His lust darkened eyes widened, though not at the vision of your form finally revealed after all those months of imagining--but at the map of mottled contusions upon your precious flesh, proof of your pain and of how close he’d come to losing you before he’d properly claimed you as his own. His shoulders sagged, while shock and sorrow colored his beloved features; he gnawed on his bottom lip as his eyes flitted from bruise to bruise, tallying the fearsome toll you had suffered. Stephen cursed under his breath when he saw the stitched-up gash that ran from your left hip down to the middle of your thigh; he knew without needing to ask that that wound must still be painful. He shook his head in disbelief, those cyan eyes that owned your soul filling with loving tears. “Oh gawd…oh gawd, baby…my poor, beautiful, girl…”

He leaned down, repeating the same, repeating your name, his forehead pressed to yours. “Never…never again, my love…never…never, never…” This time his kiss was fierce, taking you by storm, fueled by his need to prove himself the force of nature he would become when he needed to protect you. You held his face and relaxed beneath his desperate onslaught, opening yourself to his need to possess you—for your need was the perfect balance to his own.  

He had barely broken from the kiss before he murmured against your lips, “Tell me what you need, Y/N. Where are you hurting the most? Please- just tell me what to do.”

Your heart felt wonderfully weak at Stephen’s loving fervor and tears of quiet gratitude leaked along the outside curves of your cheeks. “Oh, my love- I’m fine. I barely feel them anymore. The Healers worked their magic well, and…and I look far worse than I feel.” You breathed the softest kisses of your life upon his lips. “All I need now if for you to love me…and fill me up with everything that’s you.”

Obedient and tender, Stephen answered your request, painting a patient trail of open-mouthed kisses down your throat and across your collarbone, listening carefully for any change in your sighs that could signal your discomfort. He sighed himself when you sank the fingers of both hands into his hair, carding it gently while he caressed you tentatively. “It’s alright, Stephen. I’ve craved your touch for so long now, and nothing of your touch could ever hurt me.” You gasped in delight when his right hand found your breast again, loving the warmth and roughness of his palm. “Oh gawd, yeeees…” you panted as he fondled you and swiped his thumb across your peaked nipple. “More…and more…and more,” you pled.

Stephen left off with a lingering squeeze, rising up and moving to straddle your thighs. Through half-lidded eyes you noted the thick bulge hidden beneath his leggings. So close now, and yet too far to touch. For now.

His gaze held a mix of hunger and concern before his eyes strayed to the cruel markings on your ribs. Stephen shook his head, barely laying his hands on the bruises there, watching for even the quietest wince. “Don’t try to tell me these aren’t a bit tender, baby. I’m still a doctor and I know broken ribs when I see them.” He closed his eyes in concentration and the blue glow of his magic lit both his hands as he laid them more firmly on your injured flesh. A soothing warmth penetrated your barely knit bones as he poured his own strength into you. It spread from your bones throughout your torso, spurring you to lay your hands atop his scarred ones. Stephen’s unlooked for gift made you long in your soul to do the same for him. To soothe and to heal. To make him whole once again.

“That’s better now, isn’t it,” he asked wryly, already certain of your answer.

“Mmmmmm…yeeees,” you assured him, sliding his magic hands up from your sides to cup your breasts. Stephen’s large hands had struck you as powerful well before you’d ever seen him work a single spell; and from the time you’d spent together as your friendship flourished, you also knew how gentle they could be. Many a night you’d fallen asleep fantasizing how they would feel mapping out the swells and contours of your body. And of how keen he might be to use his long, elegant—even with the scars—fingers to explore your most secret places. Heat pooled throughout your pelvis at just the thought.

Even when he smoothed his hands away—one onto the soft curve of your waist, the other to trace lazy circles upon your areola with his fingertips before diving down to moisten your stiff nub with his hot breath—the healing heat he’d provided remained, well beyond skin deep. You sighed his name as he took you in his mouth, slowly sucking while pressing the flat of his tongue against your nipple. You drew a quick gasp when Stephen pulled you deeper into his mouth, sucking hard—almost to the point of discomfort, but never quite crossing that line—the repeated flick of his tongue so divine it dizzied you. He released you and nuzzled his way over to visit the same treatment to your other breast.

Ah, how he took his time, seeking to spoil you with the love he’d kept pent up for so many months! You’d sunk your hands in his soft, thick hair, twining it around your fingers, while giving up quiet, steady sighs that turned throaty and inviting the further he advanced. Stephen murmured sweet endearments as he kissed his way across your skin, occasionally surprising you with the soft graze of his teeth—then swirling his tongue over the same spot, as though it needed soothing. You had always known he was a man of taut control—he needed to be, lest the astonishing power that lived at his core, drive him into recklessness. Now he took the same caution with you, and a part of you ached to bid him abandon caution and take you however he willed, though you knew he would not. The nature of your wounds would forbid him that.

He was careful when he left his marks on you; soft, sweet, lingering, while scrupulously avoiding any spot you’d been bruised, even where they had already nearly faded to naught. Stephen placed gentle, butterfly kisses along your ribs as you sighed his name repeatedly. You had bunched his hair in your hands as he made his way down your stomach and to the dip of your navel. Nuzzling, nipping, tracing the tip of his tongue ever lower, piquing the heat of your desire with tender insistence, while you moaned his name and raised your pelvis to meet his mouth. Your hands fell from their place in his hair when he lifted his face to watch you, his small smirk an assurance that he planned to take care of you in all the ways you longed for. “Are you comfortable, baby?” His voice was low and deep, and with his mouth so intimately close, you felt its heat wash like a wave through you core.

You nodded, hypnotized by the growing hunger in his eyes—until his lids dropped shut and he ran his parted lips along the waistband of your panties, growling quietly. He tucked two fingers beneath the fabric on either side, beginning to tug them away, inhaling sharply at the sight of your mound revealed. “My precious Y/N,” he hummed, “My darling…my sweet, sweet girl…” You lifted your hips to allow him to slide your dampened panties down and then off. “You’re wet…so wet…aren’t you, baby? Oh, the sweet musk of you…”

Stephen left one hand on your hip, holding you in place while he teased a single finger along the juncture of your thigh; you rocked yourself up, eager for him to explore you. “So wet…wet for you, Stephen…oh gaaaawd…”. You trailed off with a quick gasp when he parted your damp seam and nestled one of his long fingers along your exposed labia. He drew a deep, deep breath, savoring the scent of your arousal, humming his appreciation. “Baby, you smell so good…and I know you’re gonna taste even better. My sweet, precious girl…” Stephen met your swollen clitoris with the thick pad of his thumb, causing you to jerk your hips hard, then settle back as he rubbed it in slow circles. Reversing direction, changing the angle slightly, reading your gasps and moans, and the way you began to move, to learn and then master what pleased you best.

Stephen began to stroke his fingertips inside your slick lips, lingering at your opening each time. Though you let your bent legs fall further apart, inviting his fingers penetration, he denied your growing desperation—so that you mewled your disappointment each time he moved his fingers away. You were close to begging when he tutted softly, locking eyes with you when he finally slipped two fingers up to his first knuckle into throbbing pussy, “There now, my love—I know exactly what you need.” His voice was rough and a little breathless, proving he wanted what you ached for just as badly.

You couldn’t help clenching around his fingertips; he groaned at the sensation, sliding them out, then quickly thrusting them back in to his second knuckle. You’d squeezed your eyes shut, all your awareness focused on that connection, rocking your pelvis up to meet each glorious pump of his fingers. Unable to keep from seeking to swallow them to the hilt. In your fantasies, you had never envisioned yourself being so blatantly needy, and the less wise woman you had been before you came to Kamar-Taj would be ashamed to let a lover see this secret side of you. With Stephen, you felt no need for pretense of any kind—for his wisdom was supreme, and he had already come to know the truth of your soul before you had shared a single, intimate moment.

“Wish you could see how beautiful you look, Y/N,” he growled, finally thrusting his long, talented fingers as deep as he could, stoking the marvelous tension that centered in your core and radiated out to the muscles of your pelvis, thighs, and abdomen. “Beautiful and as perfect as I’ve always imagined you would be. Perfect and ripe…and mine. Completely mine.” Stephen’s voice was tinged with naked greed, his sudden possessiveness a thrill that flooded your veins with unheralded joy.

“Yes…oh, yes, my love,” you exclaimed shamelessly, “I am yours. Have been yours all along…from the first moment you spoke my name…” He replied with a heady groan, his thumb unrelenting as he worked that sweet bundle of nerves, seeking only your pleasure. Moments later, you felt his hair pool on your taut thighs—the only indication of his next intent. His thumb fell away and he placed a soft, reverent kiss in its place, giving you a few seconds to acclimate to his lips grazing your clit before he started fluttering the tip of his tongue against it.

This…this was something new. Novel to you, and unexpected--for the handful of lovers in your past had, not one of them, started your physical relationship with such an unselfish act. You whole body trembled in surprise, and you suddenly understood that you had always deserved so much better from those men. “Oh gaaaaaawd…” you sighed, reaching a hand to him, “I…I didn’t expect you to be so generous to me…”

His brows knit as he looked up at you, entwining his fingers in yours, with that adorable scrunch atop his nose, and his eyes perplexed by your claim. “How can I not be generous with you? Who let you believe you didn’t deserve every act of love a man can make?”

You shook you head, feeling quite foolish. “It…it doesn’t matter now,” you assured him, “Because you’ve already shown me they were wrong.” Fresh tears filled your eyes. “You’re all that matters to me now, Stephen.”

He smiled so tenderly, and so wisely too, it imprinted on your memory as his most perfect. Stephen tightened his hold on your hand—as much as he could without it being painful to him and raised himself up to lean on his elbow. “I’ve dreamed of tasting you, baby…over and over again. I’ve held myself back from standing too close to you, or even accidentally brushing against you because I believed my position forbade me to.” His velvet insistence was the song your soul had craved from before you’d ever laid eyes upon. “Know this, Y/N. There’s been times I see you crossing the courtyard…at table with others in the dining hall…reading in the library all on your own…so many moments when you have no idea I’m watching you, but…my mouth waters when I think of how badly I want to kiss you…claim all of you as mine…taste your skin…taste your secrets…taste you, wanting me too.” Stephen hung his head, as though his confession had drained his strength, drew a ragged sigh and added, “And now I’m going to worship you with my body…and my heart. My mind and soul. With everything that I am.”

You had never doubted that Stephen Strange was a man of his word. The proof he offered now unfolded as the ecstasy of your lifetime…

(to be continued - sorry if it seems like a further tease from part one; I'm struggling with severe writer's block, and it's a real miracle I finished this much!)

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part two - ‘of spilled tea and more than sympathy’

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[whatarenargles19]

Guyssss i am so much in love with Stephen its not even funny i am crying rigth now

I don't know i just love him with all my heart and soul in this universe and every other one, in this lifetime and the next one and then the next one and the next to next and so on.......My heart is literally aching because of the amount of love and admiration I have for him😭😭😭

🎶Just as long as you stand, stand by meee🎶

[ironstrange1991]

Too Tired

+18 smut

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Stephen is tired from a mission and after two rounds with you, you still want one more. Will he be able to met with your expectations?

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Its a smut, but a soft and romantic one. P in V, Oral sex with female and male receiving, mastrubation with female and male receiving, lots of dirty talk.

A/N: Guys I have been thru a lot in my personal life so thats the reason why I have disappeared but I love be in here, I love this comunity and I love to write for Stephen, right now its the only thing that is keeping me alive LITERALLY. So belive me when I say I wrote this from rock bottom and took this words from the bottom of my heart. I hope you enjoy it.

Stephen rolled onto his side of the bed, body sweaty, breathing heavily after two rounds with you, the second being a particularly long one. He was spent.

You were apart for two weeks and when he got home that morning you simply attacked him demanding to be sated of all the love and desire you felt for him.

Stephen had a relatively high sex drive, but sometimes he was surprised by you. Positively of course. That morning he made you come three times, once on his face, twice on his cock. He came hard twice himself, the first time in your mouth and the second inside you and yet as he threw himself back on the pillows trying to regulate his breathing you crawled into his chest placing kisses on his neck, moving up to his face, his cheek, rubbing your face against his goatee and  squeezed your thighs together like a cat in heat and he knew it was going to be a long day and he wasn't complaining, he loved that about you but to be quite honest he didn't know if he could meet your demands and expectations.

Stephen was tired. The mission had been a long one and although he came back in one piece this time with no bruises or broken bones, he could feel the weariness getting to him and as much as he wanted to immediately go for a third round he doubted he could get an erection that fast.

You cupped his face pulling him to your lips and stuck your tongue in his mouth kissing him so hot it brought a moan from the back of his throat. "Oh sweetheart..." He caressed your face watching as you bit your bottom lip "I love it when you kiss me like that"

You grinned and kissed him again, this time giving his bottom lip a little nip. You took his hand and brought it down between your legs. He sighed feeling how wet you were again when minutes before he had cleaned you up. "You're insatiable, sweetheart, look at that, all wet for me again" You lay back on the mattress and spread your legs wider for him "I've been without you for two weeks Stephen, do you have any idea how hard that was? I I had to resort to other methods, but it's not the same as having the Master of the Mystic Arts fucking me."

Stephen chuckled, he propped himself up on his elbow as he dipped his middle finger deeper inside you, slowly fucking you with rhythmic strokes. You moaned louder. "Is that why you called me in the middle of the night? Because your toys alone weren’t enough to make you come?"

He added a second finger to draw a passionate sigh from your lips. You shook your head, your eyes were closed "I needed to hear your voice" You confessed.

"Aham, just my voice or all the dirty things I whispered to you on the phone?"

"Both... Ah Stephen I want you to make me come again"

Stephen kissed you. Not a simple kiss, but that kiss where his tongue wandered to each corner of your mouth, sucking your tongue hard and biting your lips in the process. You could have sworn that only that kiss was capable of making you come.

You groaned loudly, your hand on top of Stephen's hand showing him exactly what you wanted. He managed to put his thumb on your clit and started circling it slowly. "Like that?" He asked in your ear in that wonderful whispered voice. You could only nod your head in approval, your mouth went agape.

"Oh I know sweetheart. I know exactly how you like it. You need to have just the right amount of pressure here, don't you?"

You shook your head vehemently.

"I know. Just let go then. I know you so well, my love." He put a little more pressure on his thumb as he moved both fingers in an intense rhythm and he could feel your walls tightening around his fingers. Oh he loved that feeling. He loved it much more when it was in his cock, but it felt powering. Knowing he was responsible for leaving you in that state made him feel more powerful than any spell.

"Oh Stephen, you're going to make me come..."

Stephen hummed in your ear and nibbled your earlobe reveling in the way your skin prickled "Come on, sweetheart, come hard for me, show me how much you love me"

He didn't have to ask twice. The combination of the intense penetration of his fingers, the friction of his thumb on your clit and his voice whispered in your ear was explosive. You came. Hard.

Your moan was almost a whimper, but Stephen insisted on swallowing it with another breathtaking kiss.

He took his fingers out of you and brought them to his lips, sucking them provocatively "You taste so good"

You smiled charmingly at him opening your arms and he throws himself into them giving you a crushing hug and biting your neck rubbing his goatee there making you shiver and giggle. He rolled to the side, but kept you firm in his arms, your head on his chest, your hand caressed his chest and went down to his belly and kept going down, not satisfied you started giving light kisses on his chest that quickly went from Innocent to provocative, your hand grabbed his cock which was only half hard.

"I dont know if I can do it again sweetheart, even though I want it, I am tired."

You hummed undaunted by the challenge ahead and held it tight in your hand stroking it up and down slowly.

He squeezed you in his arms and you turned to kiss him and God, that kiss alone would be more than enough to make his cock hard if he wasn't so tired. Even so, the way you moved and your kiss was enough to bring some life to it, though still not enough.

"Put it in your mouth sweetheart, make me hard for you."

You were moving to put it in your mouth when he pulled you past his head, putting you on all fours and bringing your pussy up to his head giving him a privileged view of your soaked slit. You didn't wait a second to put it in your mouth and he didn't wait to grab your thighs and pull you to his mouth sucking and surprising you with delicious voracity.

Stephen wasn't small even half flaccid, but as he hardened in your mouth he grew and you loved to see that transformation. Stephen had a delicious cock, but more than that, his cock was beautiful. Just like him. Big, thick, with the pink tip and bulging veins that pulsed in your mouth.

Stephen loved to suck you. He could be hard just by smelling and drinking all your fluids, but he also loved the way you rolled on his face without any shame. You had a hungry clit, he loved to take it between his teeth when it was all swollen and red from your arousal, to flick his tongue on it or simply suck on it and feel his entire body quiver in response. Pleasuring you was always the best way to get Stephen hard.

He loved your moans, he loved the way you reveled in your own pleasure and he especially loved knowing that he was responsible for leaving you in that state.

Stephen knew all your weaknesses, he knew for example that you came faster if you had friction on your clit along with the penetration, he also knew very well that getting you face down from behind pinning you against the bed with his body weighting above you as he rubbed the beard on your neck and whispered all kinds of filth in your ear was the most delicious way to make you come and fall head over heels in love with him.

Just like he knew that, like now, you loved being able to wiggle in his face and rub your pussy in his goatee.

But he didn't want you to come yet, your next orgasm would be on his cock which was already rock hard for you again.

"That's right sweetheart, you are awesome, look how hard you left me again. Come here, ride me. I want to feel you bouncing on my cock"

You were more than happy to comply with his request. And a second later you were directing his cock at your entrance completely soaked by your lubrication and Stephen's saliva.

You moaned as you lowered allowing him to go deep inside you, your walls stretching to accommodate him inside you. It didn't matter that he'd fucked you twice already, it was always quite a challenge to contain him inside you.

"Fuck you feel so good, love. Move please, ride me hard" You leaned against his chest and started rocking on his cock, alternating between back and forth and up and down movements. Increasing your pace slowly, the noises of his cock moving in and out of your soaked pussy was always so delicious, it made you extremely horny for him.

Stephen took one of his hands around your waist and grabbed your tit with the other letting you do all the work.

"Oh sweetheart you do it so good, I love it when you fuck me like that"

It wasn't common for Stephen to relinquish control in bed, usually he did all the work being dominant all the time and you loved that about him, but sometimes when he was tired he chose to let you be in control and the result was always extremely pleasurable for both  and you knew he was a lot more tired than he let on.

Even from that and from the way his cock was throbbing violently inside you, you knew he wouldn't last.

"Fuck, if it continues at this rate I'm going to come, sweetheart, I can't hold back, you feel too good"

You were so close to your orgasm that stopping wasn't an option. "I am almost there, Stephen. Hold it" You bit your bottom lip bending forward to get just a little more friction "Slap my ass"

Stephen grinned and complied.  You moaned loudly "Again"

He did it. "Again" He did it again and then it happened. Your entire body shook on top of him, your walls squeezing his cock so hard and pulling him to his too. "Oh thats right sweetheart... oh fuck, fuck..." Stephen spilled inside you and you loved that feeling.

You collapsed on top of him and Stephen wrapped you in his arms putting you on the bed but keeping you in his arms.

"That was... intense" You finally said and then you both giggled.

Stephen kissed your lips lightly and got up going to the bathroom and came back with a cloth. He cleaned you up and then cleaned himself up and then came back to bed holding out his arm for you to lie comfortably next to him. You rested your head on his shoulder and caressed his face lightly watching him. His eyes were red with sleep.

"Poor thing, I took advantage of you a lot, didn't I?"

He smirked, but his eyes were practically closing by themselves "I pretty much enjoyed every second of it"

You smiled cupping his face and pulling it to your lips. You kissed him softly.

"Yeah I know. And you were amazing as always, but I will let you sleep now, Stephen. You deserve it."

He hummed squeezing you in his arms "Thank you sweetheart"

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Hello! :) Would you mind ever writing one shot with Doctor Strange or Defender Strange (you choose) taking his girlfriend virginity? She confess she had a boyfriend before but he never wanted to do it with her and in general was pretty cold and distant in relationship and often made her ashamed of her body. Strange is doing everything in his power to show how much he loves reader and how beautiful she is. Thank you! I'm sorry if this is too specific 😢.

Worth The Wait

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Defender Stephen Strange x Reader

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - vaginal sex, unprotected sex, pet names, language, creampie, fluffy sweet sex, talk of past toxic relationship & emotional/mental abuse.

It's been a long time since I lost my virginity so hopefully this is decent, but having been in an emotional abusive relationship it was nice to get some if that off my chest. If you are there, it gets better & you deserve better. Don't ever doubt that.

Stephen was different from any other man you had ever met. He was calm and reserved. Intelligent. As a Defender he was brave and commanding. As the Sorcerer Supreme he was wise and patient. Then there was the Stephen that only revealed itself when you were alone. Your Stephen.

Your Stephen was sweet, funny, a complete smartass really, but he also doted on you in ways no one ever had. He listened when you spoke. He wanted to have conversations with you. You weren't just there to stroke and inflate his own ego. It wasn't one sided like your last relationship. You cared about him, and he cared about you.  

Your last boyfriend made you feel insignificant. He constantly made you feel like you should be groveling at his feet that he even bothered giving you any of his time. Not that he even gave you that much of it to begin with. What time he did give you was spent mostly cutting you down. Commenting on your weight, your hair, your skin, your clothes. Anything he could use to make you feel less than.

He hadn't been like that in the beginning, but then again they never are. It never starts off with mean comments or slights. First they have to lull you into a sense of security, make you feel wanted. That's why the fall is so hard when they pull the rug out from beneath you. They build you up just so they can tear you back down even lower than where you started. 

That was why you were still a virgin. You had tried countless times to give your virginity to your ex. Even though yeah the idea of virginity as a whole is steeped in patriarchy meant to place women into the category of worthy or unworthy, it was still special to you. It meant entrusting your body to someone. Giving an extra little piece of yourself for the first time. Not only had he turned you down, repeatedly, he did it in the cruelest of ways. 

He made it your fault. It wasn't that he didn't want sex. He just didn't want it with you. Honestly you knew he had to be cheating pretty much the entire relationship, but in your mind by that point any scrap of love was better than nothing at all. He made you believe that if it weren't for him you would surely be alone. So when he finally tired of playing with your emotions and smashed your heart to pieces you had begged him to stay. Sure that you would die alone and unloved without him. 

So when you met Stephen the very idea that he could possibly want to be with you seemed absurd. You were sure he was just flirting with you to be nice, or worse you expected it to be some cruel joke. You imagined that if you agreed to go out with him the night would surely end with you humiliated. Covered in pig's blood like Carrie, but without the revenge ending. Plus how could you possibly explain to him that you were still a virgin? If he hadn't already run away screaming you thought that would do it for sure. 

When he didn't give up you realized that maybe he was different. He left you little notes and single roses. Little gestures of holding doors or going out of his way just to say good morning. He wasn't overly aggressive, but he made it clear his interest was genuine. He saw you not as something to occupy his time until someone truly worthwhile came along. He saw you as a person worth knowing. 

Eventually you said yes. It scared the shit out of you, but you did it. After that you both fell hard and fast. You had both spent so much time building walls around your hearts only to knock them down together. After several dates you knew you had to come clean about your lack of experience sexually and hope that he would understand. You had to slam the breaks on a couple hot and heavy make out sessions to gather the nerve to actually get it out. 

He knew you were hiding something and he knew that you must have been treated badly in the past. That much he had been able to pick up from your body language. The way you would shrink into corners. The way you would look utterly shocked when he complimented you. The way you put yourself down. Saying you weren't pretty when he told you that you looked beautiful or saying you weren't worth his time or affections. That he didn't need to lie about how special you were. Saying things that were so far from the truth as if they were plain and simple facts.

His blood practically boiled when you finally told him everything. If he hadn't sworn to do good he would have hunted your ex down himself. He did entertain the idea of casting a spell that would have made him snort and squeal like a pig for several weeks. He couldn't understand how someone could treat you that way. You were smart and funny and, despite what you had been led to believe, you were beautiful. When you smiled, genuinely smiled, you took his breath away. 

He had a hard time keeping his hands off of you when you would snuggle into his arms. How any man could not want you, let alone be so horrible as to tell you that he didn't want you because there was something wrong with you, was beyond his comprehension. There was not a damn thing wrong with a single hair on your head. It was your ex there was something wrong with, and he was determined to prove that to you in any way he could. 

The fact that you were a virgin didn't particularly bother him. Especially after hearing how your ex treated you he was glad he could have the chance to be your first. To pleasure you properly. To worship you like you deserved. He would cherish that gift if you choose to give it to him. He was happy to wait until you were ready. He wouldn't push you or try to goad you into it. It was up to you to decide how far you went with him and how fast the two of you moved.

So when you told him you wanted him, that you were ready to give yourself to him, he was beyond happy. He wanted to make everything perfect. He wanted you to know how much he cared about you. How precious you were. He planned the whole evening. Just the two of you in the Sanctum. No interruptions, no reservations to worry about. Just you and him. No pressure.

He laid in bed holding you. Both watching something but you had long lost interest, but you were starting to get restless. Why wasn't he jumping on you? Why hadn't he gotten you naked yet? Your mind started to panic. You were convinced he must not want your body either. He was just nicer about it. You felt yourself go rigid in his arms. Fighting not to break down. 

He immediately noticed the change in your body language and moved to look at your face. 

"Hey, what's wrong sweetheart? Did I do something wrong?" 

To hide the tears that were starting to prick at the corners of your eyes you rolled over turning your back to him and laid down. Answering once you had settled. 

"Nothing. I just, I got tired all of sudden." 

He started rubbing his hand up and down your hip. Turning so he was holding you. Pressing kisses to the back of your shoulder. He knew you were lying. He knew something was wrong. 

"Darling. If you changed your mind or are having second thoughts about us making love you can tell me. We don't have to do anything you aren't ready for. I will wait as long as you need. In the meantime I'm content to just hold you and kiss you." 

Your eyes popped open at his statement. Suddenly confused.

"I thought maybe you had changed your mind Stephen. That you decided you didn't want me."

He turned you on to your back and looked at you like you had just slapped him. He took your face in the palm of his hand. Letting his fingers dance over your cheek. His ponytail falling over his shoulder and you brought your fingers to mindlessly toy with the ends of his hair. 

"Why would you ever think I didn't want you? You are practically all I ever think about. You are the most precious thing in my life. I… I love you darling." 

Your mouth fell open dumbfounded at his confession. That was the first time he told you he loved you. 

"I love you too Stephen. I just thought… I thought since you weren't trying anything that maybe you didn't want me that way after all. I know I'm not sexy…"

He cut you off before you could finish the sentence. He hated hearing you say negative things about yourself. He wasn't about to let that comment slide by without correcting the record. 

"You are incredibly sexy sweetheart. Do you know how hard I have to try to keep my hands off of you? How many times I have felt like I was gonna pass out after one of our make out sessions because there was no more blood left in my brain? How I can't watch you eat an ice cream cone without needing a cold shower? There is one very specific reason for that, because I want you so bad. I was trying to ease into this evening. It's your first time, I wanted to be a gentleman. I didn't want you to think less of me if I had just jumped on you and ripped your clothes off. I will gladly do that though. Come on, let's get your pants off!"

A cheeky glint flashed in his eyes and he waited for you to smile back at him before grabbing the waistband of your pajama shorts and underwear. Pulling them both off in one quick move and tossing them off to the side. He was quick to follow with his t-shirt before pouncing back on top of you and peppering your face with kisses. You dissolved into laughter at his sudden actions.

Once the two of you stopped laughing in between kisses, the kisses grew more passionate. Nuzzling his nose against yours and pressing a loving kiss on your lips. Pulling back to say one more time, just to make sure you heard him the first time, "You are so beautiful and I love you so much."

"Just shut up and make love to me Stephen."

His lips descended on yours hungrily. Your hands moved to thread into his hair and one of your legs wrapped up around his hip. You felt him groan against your lips when he felt your nails scrape against his scalp. You had discovered that he seemed to like having his hair pulled a little. Suddenly feeling a bit braver you bit his bottom lip between your teeth. Pleased with yourself when it pulled another groan from him. 

He moved to start kissing and nipping at your neck. Sucking and licking at a spot that made you arch your back beneath him.  He took one of your hands in his and placed it against his chest. Leaning up to whisper in your ear.

"Do you want to know what you do to me sweetheart? Feel."

He trailed your hand down his abdomen and let it come to rest on the bulge in his sweatpants. His hips ground forward into your palm. Making sure you felt exactly how aroused he was. You let your fingers curl around his cock and start to stroke him. 

"You feel how hard you get me? That's all because of you. You and this incredibly sexy, delicious little body of yours."

You moved your other hand to his waistband and started pushing his pants down. Whining when you couldn't get them down as fast as you wanted. He chuckled at you and moved your hands away to pull them off himself. You took the opportunity to pull your shirt off. Leaving you bare before each other. 

Your eyes roved each other's bodies and took in every ounce of skin the other offered. You ran your hands up his muscular chest and he let his fall to your hips. Letting them skim over your breasts and ghost over your nipples before they settled. He lowered you down to your back and settled his weight between your thighs. He kissed you deeply as he felt you relax underneath him. The warmth of his body radiating down and easing away any tension you had left. 

You felt his cock resting between your legs. Hot, heavy, and thick. A little whine coming from your lips as you started to involuntarily rock your hips against him. You were craving finally feeling him inside you. You weren't sure you had ever wanted anything more in your life. You wrapped both your legs around him and pushed your heels into his thighs to make him grind against you.

"Stephen please. I want you so much." 

He couldn't help but grin down at you. He could feel how turned on you were and it made him even hotter. He was proud that he could get you so riled up, but he still wanted to make sure he eased you into this. He wasn't the smallest of men and he didn't want to hurt you. From previous discussions he knew you had touched yourself, and used your own fingers, but still.

"Hang on sweetheart, I want you too but let me just stretch you out a little first. I don't wanna hurt you, and your fingers are much smaller than me. We have plenty of time." 

You somewhat grudgingly let him shift his weight off to the side and let his fingers start to tease the crease of your hip. When his rough fingertips grazed your sex for the first time you instinctively spread your legs even more for him. You responded so readily to his every touch. Every drag of his fingers against your skin was calculated. He let his middle finger start to stroke up and down your slit. Letting your arousal spread. Settling his fingertip over your clit and starting to draw small circles over it.

"So wet. I knew you would be. All this really just for me, sweetheart?"

His eyebrows quirked up and down as you pulled him down to your lips again. Moaning against his mouth as you let yourself surrender to his touch. You had never had anyone put your pleasure first like this. 

"Just for you Stephen. All for you. You are so good to me, Defender Strange. I don't know how I ever got so lucky to find you." 

He let the tip of his middle finger dip to start probing at your entrance. His pace was slow and steady. Listening to and studying every hitch in your breath as he buried his finger slowly deeper until it was nestled all the way inside you. Then he started gently thrusting it in and out. After a moment he started adding a second one. This one caused a bit of a stretch for you. Stephen's fingers being much bigger than your own. 

He held completely still when you winced slightly. Waiting for you to tell him whether to keep going or not. You nodded to him to keep going as soon as you noticed he had stalled. You wanted this. You wanted him. Before long he had both fingers buried to his base knuckle. He started stroking his thumb over your clit. Leaving his fingers in place. You started letting your hips move doing the work for him instead.

He may have all the patience in the world, thanks to meditation and training, but you were on your last thread. You just wanted his cock already. You didn't care if he was big. You just needed him to make love to you. 

You pulled his lips to yours and raked your fingernails down his back trying to get him to shift his weight back on top of you. When he didn't budge you licked the fingers of one hand and reached between you to grab his cock. Gripping his shaft tight and stroking him up and down. After a few strokes you let your hand run over his leaking tip. You moaned at feeling his warm pre-cum let your hand slide effortlessly over him again. You pulled out a trick you hoped might tip him over the edge of his restraint.

You let your fingers collect more of his pre-cum. Then trying to look as sultry as possible you pulled your fingers up to your lips. Looking straight into his clear blue eyes you licked his essence from your fingers. Sighing wantonly at his taste on your tongue. Once you had licked them clean you brought your lips to his and begged him for what you wanted.

"Please fuck me Stephen. I need your cock. Please."

He slowly pulled his fingers from you and brought them to his mouth. Taking his time licking each one. He was loving how needy you were for him. He intended to spend every moment he could pleasing you and he loved that you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you. Once he had sufficiently tortured you, he moved himself on top of you. Pulling your legs to rest on both sides of his hips. Moving to place the head of his cock right against your hole.

"Okay love, I will wait to get a really good taste of you. I want you to tell me if you need me to stop." 

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, brushing his long hair back and over to one side so you could see his face. He was so beautiful. Sculpted cheekbones, blue eyes, perfectly trimmed facial hair, and long soft dark brown hair streaked with gray. He was a god, and he had chosen you. A warm loving and reassuring smile on his face.

He leaned down to kiss you as he started to press inside you. His cock slowly stretching you beyond what you thought possible. A sharp pain hitting you and making him halt in his tracks when you flinched. He pulled his face back to study your expression. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath in and out before opening them again. Giving his shoulder a little squeeze to signal him to move. 

He didn't have much farther to go before he had filled you to the hilt. His thrusts started slow and shallow. His gentle manner let any discomfort you felt soon fall away. He felt so deep inside you. Your body was already starting to clench around him. You couldn't help but start mewling at each thrust. 

"You feel so good Stephen. I feel so full." 

"You feel even better. So tight. I'm amazed I can even move, you're squeezing me so tight."

He braced himself on one elbow and moved one hand to thumb at your clit. Wanting to make sure he made you cum. He knew by the way you were squeezing him he already had you a good way there. He let his finger dance lightly over the bundle of nerves gazing down at you as your eyes fell closed and your mouth fell open.

"That's it sweetheart. Just let go. Want you to feel good. Want you to cum. Cum for me."

He sped up his thrusts as he heard you start to groan and whimper. Adding any stimulus he could to tip you over the edge. To keep pushing you towards your climax so he could follow. 

His pace was fast enough to set your nerve endings a light but steady enough it felt like a tide crashing in and receding out. You were flying high and you hadn't even hit your peak yet. Stephen's loving praise easing you towards it. You felt safe. You felt loved. A pit forming in your low belly started to heat up and before you realized what was happening an electric shock was sent zapping through your limbs. Your muscles contracting and pulsing as you feel to pieces under your lover. 

You stretched yourself against the mattress, spreading yourself out under Stephen as much as you could as you rode out your high. Your back arching and your neck craning. Whispers, gasps, and groans falling endlessly from your lips. 

Once you floated back down to your body, you opened your eyes to see a proud satisfied smile on Stephen's face. Elated at seeing you fall apart because of him. His pleasure had been dependent on yours. Now that he had helped you over the finish line, it was your turn to help him. You latched your hands around his neck and pulled his hair back to grip it in a makeshift ponytail. Pulling him down to kiss you passionately as his thrusts started to speed up again.

His own grunts and groans starting to fall. He wasn't far behind you. After another minute his rhythm started to falter and it only took a few more thrusts to feel him start to fill you with his cum. It was a truly intimate moment and in that moment you couldn't be happier that Stephen was your first. It felt kismet that everything had fallen into place as it had. That the universe decided to bless you with Defender Stephen Strange. 

You still didn't quite understand how this incredible man seemed so enamored with you, but you were so thankful he did. For the first time in a long time you felt truly loved, and you felt beautiful. Perhaps, hopefully, in time you would see yourself the same way he did. You had no doubt that he would keep trying to show you how special you were. You didn't want to let him up when he moved to your side on the bed. He assured you he would be right back and placed a soft kiss on your lips and then on your forehead.

He was about to get up to get a warm wet cloth to clean you both up. Looking forward to having you in his arms the rest of the night. Hopefully to repeat the events of the evening with another romp in the morning. Assuming you weren't too sore from that evening. Suddenly he stopped and thought about something you had said earlier. Something he had forgotten to respond to until now. 

"By the way, I'm the lucky one sweetheart. I'm the lucky one because I get to love you."

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The Study of Anatomy| Defender!Strange

Summary: so much for drinking tea with Stephen

Word count: 1.3K

Warning: smut & Fluff because I’m avoiding my responsibility of finishing up my Armani!Strange filth. Mostly just cunnilingus because who doesn’t want Stephen to eat you out with his hair down and glasses on 😉

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

A/N: from my discussion with @classickook about my headcanon with all the Strange variants with glasses I wrote from my summer party. Just gotta feed y’all with some funsies 😉  As always, no beta, so if I missed anything, I apologize before hand. If you enjoyed my works, please do comment and reblog. It means so much and help me creat more stuff 💛 

*** Do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize my works. This is based on my headcanons of his characteristics, and if you don’t agree with it, you can simply ignore me.

You carefully opened the library door to find Stephen buried his face in his studies.

A smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you watched the way his dark tresses spilled over his shoulders like silk strands–a contrast to the streaks of his gray hair shone underneath the soft glow of the amber light like gossamer. 

He was deep in his study with the way those thick plastic rim glasses hung low on the bridge of his sharp nose. His dark brows pulled into a slight frown, his lips pulled into a purse as his fingers traced over the leather-bound parchment. Stephen was concentrating hard, and he looked almost too adorable for you to disturb.

It was as if he had read your mind, he looked up to meet your gaze. His sharp liquid sapphire eyes melted underneath the soft glow of the light, looking at you like you are the moon itself. 

It took him a while to be comfortable enough around you to start using his glasses again. Stephen was just too guarded and probably too proud to let anyone know that the Master of the Mystic art does need corrective lenses to see. You had assured him many times that it was ok for him to use them around you–that you weren’t there to judge him when he was too tired to use his magic.

“Should I come back later?” you asked, holding a wooden tray with a teapot and two cups–A little ritual you started to have with him before bed since you began living with him in the Sanctum.

“No. Come here,” he said softly, holding out his hand and beckoning you to him. You complied without a word as you placed the tray down on the table.

As you were about to take a seat beside him, Stephen pulled you down on his lap. The action surprised you so much that you let out a soft yelp as heat flooded your face. 

“I thought you were studying,” you said softly as you tried to calm your nerves. Even after all these times, you were still not used to his touches. 

“A break is much needed, plus,” you could feel him smile as his lips pressed on your shoulder. Your nipples felt tighter than before as they pushed and strained against your nightgown. His hair fell forward and brushed against your skin, causing goosebumps to spread throughout your body. “I can never push you away.”  The last words came out like a low rumble of an earthquake. 

You felt your breath hitched in your throat as he trailed his lips from your shoulder up to the delicate column of your neck. Soft, shaky breath slipped past your lips as you tipped your head back, feeling his palms slide up and down your ribcage. The dull ache between your thighs was becoming more apparent the more he was touching you.

“Stephen…” you managed to say breathlessly when you felt him dragging the strap of your nightgown off your shoulder with his teeth. The act alone made you more aware of the raw hunger you have for him.

“Hmm?” was all he said as his lips were now on the nape of your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin.

“I thought you were studying.” 

“I am,” he insisted as his palms slowly moved to knead your breasts. “The study of anatomy.”

If you weren’t too busy being a panting mess, you would have chuckled, but Stephen insisted on driving you mad tonight and you weren’t complaining one bit.

Stephen let out a low grunt before he made a quick gesture, ridding the table before him of the piles of books and your tray of tea. Another yelp slipped past your lips when he suddenly got up and laid you down on the table. This time he was hastily pulling your gown off you before throwing the thin garb over his shoulder. 

You were met with a hungry look as he stared down at your naked form. The Amber glow of the light reflected off of his glasses as he slowly leaned in and devoured you with his kiss. 

He wasn’t being careful or gentle anymore. There was an urgency to it as if he was getting impatient. His hands were everywhere on your–on your hips, on your breasts, then sliding up and down your body as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

His name fell from your lips in a soft moaning as you felt his lips were now kissing his way down to the soft swell of your stomach before he pulled away briefly. 

Quickly sitting down, Stephen spread your legs apart and lowered his head to your throbbing core.

His tongue was swirling and flicking, dragging at the small sensitive nub before sucking on it. Slick was practically spilling out of your folds and slid down your thigh onto the table from the act alone. His tongue continued to stroke up and down your glistening heat, lapping at your overflowing nectar before he slipped the tip of his tongue inside your warm velvety hole, making you sob in his arms from the pleasure.

The quiet library began to fill with his soft sucking noise and your soft begging as he sat there and devoured you like a mad man, ignoring your pathetic begging as he continued his task with his mouth.  Your legs found themselves linked around his shoulders, your hand was now on his hair, pulling at the long strands, urging him to get closer. 

“Oh God, yes!” you cried out as your hips moved on their own, rubbing and moving against his tongue, hoping he would go deeper. 

Stephen responded with a moan of his own. The low rumbling noise reverberated straight through your pussy and shot up your spine, making your body quake slightly. You weren’t sure if it was from the pleasure of eating out or if it was from the fact that you were pulling at his hair like a mad woman–Whatever it was, Strange was enjoying it a bit too much.

Then your body stiffened as if it was being strung high above the ground. The tight pressure that built at the pit of your stomach threatened to snap. Everything around you felt slowed as if you could count all the particles inside this library, then all at once, it exploded, and your body felt like it was being thrown o the stratosphere. 

Gasping and sobbing, your body convulsed and strained, legs locked tight around his head as Stephen continued to fucking the living hell out of you with his tongue. Each shallow penetration felt too much and not enough. Every cell of your body felt like it was about to burst as your body tried to ride out the orgasm.

Eventually, you came down with a soft sob. Your heart no longer beating so hard that it was deafening. You could still feel the slight tingle on your body as you bathed in the afterglow of orgasm as you lay there on the hard surface of the wooden table. Your legs were still on his shoulders, but they were no longer locking around him. 

You watched with half-hooded eyes as the satisfying smirk etched on his face. He watched you underneath his glasses, which were now fogging up, and looked slightly damp from what you have guessed, the remnant of your orgasm.

“So much for studying…and tea.”

Stephen chuckled as he took off his glasses and set them on the table. “Told you it was the study of anatomy.”

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You Put Flowers In My Hair

Pairing: Defender!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You go to the Renaissance Faire with Defender Strange and some fun activities take place. Will he allow it to happen?

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Word Count: 2K

Warnings: light angst, mostly fluff

A/N: I got this idea obviously from going to Red Faire's. I love them so. I hope you all enjoy this one.

Crowds were bustling around open tents, the smells of leather and dirt wafting through your nose. It was springtime, the time of year were the local Renaissance Faire arrived in town and you could not be more excited about it. The costumes, the food and let alone the character interactions, it was a place to escape the everyday modern world. To your husband however, it resonated somewhat the opposite effect. Defender Strange never understood the appeal of going back to what he calls jokingly, “The Stone Age” but he always enjoys watching you in your costume excitedly frolicking around lost in the magic, it helped him forget the annoyance. Ever since he first laid eyes on you all he wanted to do was to bring you joy no matter what. It was always his pleasure to see you laugh, a smile widening across his face in pure joy when he makes you happy. There is nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

Hands clasped; Defender guided you over to a stall selling handmade flower crowns. Picking out one amongst the hundreds seemed almost impossible.

Excitement in your voice you asked, “There’s too many to choose from, help me pick”

Sifting through the floral headpieces with his slender fingers he selected one with a white and red rose pattern with black ribbon cascading down the back. Handing the payment to the teller he took the crown and placing it snugly upon your head. Opting for the colors matching his tunic which he just so happened to choose that day, he thought it fit with the event anyways.

“There, a crown fit for my princess,” placing a gentle kiss on your lips causing you to blush.

Returning a kiss to his soft lips, “Aw thanks babe, I love it”

A smile grew across his face Defender picked you up and twirled you around emitting a giggle from you. Placing both hands on his face to pull him in for another kiss. The world simply disappearing around you both. Your mouths melting together into a passionate kiss. Setting you down gently to wrap his arms around you pulling you in closer. Tilting your head back slowly with his index finger to deepen the kiss he felt you release a soft moan. Steadily pulling away he spoke with love in his tone, “You know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

Biting your lower lip to glance to the side you noticed a particular shop that caught your eye.

“Oh! I have a great idea! How about we get your hair braided? There’s a shop over there that works on hair and yours is too pretty to keep in a ponytail”

Stretching on your toes reaching upward to gently grope the hair tie off his head, slowly releasing the black and peppered threads that cascaded over his lean broad shoulders. He always looked so handsome with his hair down blowing in the breeze. Taking a free hand to gently thread your fingers through the silken strands only to gently tug on it from behind causing him to release a soft moan.

Whispering into the shell of his ear softly biting his ear lobe, “Besides…I’ll make it worth your while later if you do,” Releasing a gentle hum from his lips he closed his eyes slowly, his cock beginning to twitch in his trousers. He always smelled like vanilla and incense; you couldn’t put a finger on it exactly, but it carried its own fingerprint that always turned you on.

Making your way over to the braiding tent Defender takes a deep breath to sit down on the wooden plush stool with a slight hesitation in his voice, “Alright if that’s what will make you happy, I will comply. But you know how I feel about people touching my hair.”

Sitting across from him to reach for his hand, “I know babe, but I am a person, and you let me touch your hair”

He quickly glanced at you cocking his eyebrow to speak with a stern tone, “you’re not just a person, your mine, there is a vast difference my love”

“But think about how neat it’s going to look all curly later on,” biting your lower lip it got you going just thinking about it.

Closing his eyes he sat in silence, the maiden combing through his lengthy hair. Her dexterous fingers taking three strands to separate and begin forming a thick detailed French Braid. Working all the way down from his scalp to the tail end, completing the look with weaving a bright thin red ribbon through it, he looked adorable. But you would never admit that to him. Defender always tried to keep a serious profile, especially out in public. 

“You look so dashing babe, and the ribbon is a really nice touch by the way” 

Opening his blue eyes slowly, the maiden handed him a mirror for him to admire her handywork. His eyes growing slightly wide with a serious expression he began to blush a bit in his cheeks creeping up to his ears.

“It’s not too bad. I can see myself doing this more often for missions, it’s so much more manageable,” turning his head to the sides trying to get a better look.

“I don’t know about you, but I can get use to it, at least till bedtime. You know I love your hair down at night”

Defender smiling with agreement, he stood up to give the woman the payment for the hair thanking her with a gentle tone. Reaching for your hand he pulled you close to his side, wanting to walk together in unison. 

Continuing down the path of festivities your eyes noticed a patch of daisies along with some characters clearly dressed as fairies. Clutching his hand tighter guiding him towards the plush green patch you kneeled into it. Defender opted to sit cross legged next to you, scouring the fresh flowers plucking them with a smooth delicacy. Looking about to find the most perfect looking daisies, taking a few hear and there collecting them in your palm. Noticing in the corner of your eye Defender was making what appears to be a flower crown.

“Wow babe I didn’t know you knew how to craft flower crowns. That’s so impressive!”

Blushing slightly still looking down in focus, “I use to make these all the time for Donna. She always loved them.” His slender scarred fingers beautifully lacing through the stems to weave each flower together so precisely. He would make such a great father…smiling as you sighed. 

Your heart growing warm with the sentiment you couldn’t help but grab him by his chest to pull him in for a kiss. Sighing at the feeling of his warm soft mouth upon yours that sends a shiver from your head down to your spine. He smiled into the kiss giving a hum of delight, the vibration causing a heat to form in your core. He withdrew and you both were left slightly gasping for air.

A lopsided smile growing on his face, “What was all that about?”

“I was just imagining you being a father, you would be the best at it,” placing some of the daisies you plucked into his braided hair. 

Humming at the idea of it Defender couldn’t help but be taken aback. Not in a bad way, far from it. These past few months he couldn’t help but have more invasive thoughts of you holding a little one. He saw how you were with children outside of the Sanctum; you were of no doubt a natural. Let alone the thought of your swollen belly growing with the love that you two would create caused his heart to grow strangely warm. It made his heart skip a beat every time he fantasized about it.

Leaning his head on your shoulder, “One day it will happen baby. I would love nothing more then for you to bear my children,” turning into the crook of your neck leaving a soft kiss. Your eyes close at the sudden sensation of his lips on your soft flesh. Tracing his nose up your neck to be a breath away from your face he cupped your cheek. Gazing into his bright cerulean eyes, “My darling…my precious Y/N,” he whispered brushing his lips onto yours again, gently spoiling your soft flesh with his full, tender lips. His whiskers tickling you that always felt much softer than they appeared. The scent of the daisies in his hair along with the sweetness of his flesh made your head spin.

Feeling you place a hand on his strong chest all he could think to fathom from his heart, “I love you (Y/N)”

“I love you too Stephen Strange,” moaning softly as he pulled you onto his lap. His long legs wrapping around you. Making it feel like a security blanket, together you stayed there for some time to bask in the moment enjoying each others embrace. Defenders head resting on top of yours he placed gentle kisses on your head. 

It was getting late, and he knew you were getting tired but did not want to admit it.

“You want to head back to the Sanctum babe? You look like your about to fall asleep”

Giving out a quiet yawn stretching, “No…I’m fine. Just a bit longer please”

“Baby, I know you, trust me your tired. You’re practically leaning into me right now. Let’s head home. We can snuggle in our bed, and I’ll even rub your feet. Hows that sound?”

Tilting your head at the idea it did sound amazing.  

He also did have a point, you just started to notice your feet aching and no doubt they were feeling sore and tired along with the rest of you. Nodding your head softly to place a hand on his, “Alright that sounds like a deal. Let’s go home please,” releasing another yawn that made Defender chuckle.

Asking with a curious tone, “Whats so funny?”

“Your just so adorable and I love it,” taking his index finger to boop your nose making you giggle slightly, a smile forming on his lips.

He stood upright slowly to extend a hand to you. His strong grasp aiding you upright. Brushing the grass off each other he reached for your hand giving it a squeeze. Guiding you both to a vacant spot he released you softly, sliding his sling ring between his fingers extending his arms outward. Using steady circular motions to cast a portal opening into your shared bedroom. Sparks flying, he placed a firm arm around the small of your waist guiding you both through the threshold. 

Stepping into your shared bedroom Defender pulled you in for a tight embrace, feeling his firm broad chest warm your core.

Arms laced  around his neck you stood on your tip toes to lean up for a kiss. Feeling the warmth of his soft lips against yours he trailed his hands down your back gripping your hips to pull you in as tight as possible. Releasing a soft moan from your mouth he chuckled in response. 

Pulling away you groaned smiling, “someones feeling needy”

“You did say you would make it worth my while…” he stated with a hint of playfulness and a glimmer in his eyes. The tone in his voice dropping an octave, with that deep baritone you love so much, “I do want to cash in that offer you made earlier. Are you down for its baby?” Leaning down to nip your earlobe playfully. Sending a chill down your spine. He always knew how to press your buttons and get you going. Without missing a beat, you demanded, “Don’t just stand there, get on the bed”

(To be continued…)

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Title: The prettiest picture you've ever seen

Fandom: Doctor Strange ; Marvel; MCU

Pair: (Defender) Stephen Strange / OC

Language: English

Summary: [...]Adding, he wanted to say, "The weather today has changed rapidly and I can see that you are shivering all over your body. Besides, I want to compensate for my absence today." However, he did not muster the courage to do so. Instead, he waited for her answer.[...]

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say you want me and don’t be nice

pairing: stephen strange x reader

warnings: 18+, smut, improper use of ancient spells (vipers of valtorr), bondage (with snakes), roleplay, p in v unprotected sex, cockwarming, light degradation

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Stephen hissed as he summoned the vipers, sending a shiver down your neck. Why he had to do that, you have no idea, but it makes you feel hot. 

One of the vipers twisted itself on your neck, its forked tongue licking your ear. “This is a pretty nice trick, Doctor...but instead of sending these creatures, why don't you come here yourself?” You retorted, feeling one of them tear on your robes. As they stripped you naked in front of the sorcerer, he walked towards you, slowly, circling around you like a snake. The ones wrapped in both of your legs pushed them apart, the sight of you helpless and vulnerable under his mercy made Stephen's cock twitch.

He stops before you, his gaze flickering from your feet up. The sorcerer locks eyes with you. “Is this what you want?” he says, his right hand cupping your core. A sly grin tugged on his lips, “All this for me? I haven't even started yet, darling.”

“Just shut up and fuck me, Strange. I'll be out of your hair once we both get what we want.”

“What makes you think I want to fuck you?” Stephen leans closer, his lips ghosting against yours. His hand made no move to give you pleasure, and you start grinding against them, moaning softly as his calloused fingers bump your clit.

“Well, your dick is begging to be set free out of those robes. I suggest you take it off and start fucking me like the slut you think I am.”

You raise your hand in an attempt to hold his jaw, but the vipers were quicker to constrict your wrists on your back, rendering you completely immobile. 

“Yeah? You're my slut, aren't you?” he pulls his hand from your cunt, the vipers turning your whole body around with no trouble, bending you over the slab. You chewed on your bottom lip as the tip of his cock prods on your entrance. “Coming here in the Sanctum, attempting to rob ancient relics...but this is your real agenda, isn't it?”

Strange didn't let you answer, let alone breathe as he thrust himself deep into you. The sound of skin slapping, the moans of pleasure coming from your and Stephen's lips, as well as the constant hissing of the vipers make your head dizzy with arousal. The snake on your neck tightens itself, restricting your breath in delicious and dangerous ways.

Stephen's cock stretches your walls so nicely, hitting the spongy spot with every thrust. He leans down and bites the side of your neck, soothing the skin with his tongue after. You can only whine as he paints bruises on your neck and shoulders. He mumbles against your skin. “This tight pussy of yours is gonna milk me dry...want you to take all of my cum.”

“Go on, Doctor Strange. Fill my pussy up with your cum...” His hips start to lose the rhythm, his thrusts getting frantic in chase of his orgasm.

“Oh my god-” More snakes slithered around your breast, their tongues licking both your nipples; another one down on your folds, its forked tongue catching the sides of your puckered buds and aching clit, giving you the maximum pleasure as Stephen fills you to the brim.

“Cum with me,” he grunts as your walls clamp around his cock, pumping ropes of cum into your pussy. 

Stephen disperses the Vipers of Valtorr away, catching your body with his arms. He kisses all of the bruises he made, his cock still buried in you. “You alright, baby?”

You hummed, chuckling softly. “I like them better than the Eldritch whips.”

“One of these days I swear you're going to ask me to incorporate every ancient spell into our sex life.”

“And you're gonna do it anyway.”

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