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#doctor strange fanfiction
ironstrange1991 · 2 months
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His Medicine
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Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: Stephen has a nightmare and when he wakes up he seeks comfort in your arms.
Word Count: 4k
Warnings: SMUT: Possessive sex, oral sex with male and female receiving, deep throat, fingering, unprotected p n v sex, hair pulling, creampie, cum eating, slight male domination. A bit of angst if you dig too much.
A/N: I was missing writing the good and classic smut with og Stephen so here it is. Hope you guys enjoy it and have a good reading. - Any typos or grammar mistakes you see in this, pretend you didn't ;)
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You woke up to the movement of Stephen tossing and turning next to you in bed. Your first impression was that he was irritated at not being able to sleep, after all you knew that Stephen had been struggling with insomnia since the accident. Before, he used to sleep really well, according to him.
You closed your eyes again to try to go back to sleep, but he continued tossing and turning in bed so, sighing, you turned on the lamp to finally look at him. It was then that you noticed that he was sleeping, but his body was sweaty under the blanket and he seemed to be struggling against something invisible. You had never seen Stephen have nightmares like that and for a second you wondered if you should wake him up, but before you could make the decision he sat up abruptly on the bed gasping for air and running his hands over his face.
"Stephen..." You sat next to him, touching his shoulder lightly so as not to scare him.
He held your hand tightly and sighed heavily.
"Are you okay? You were having a nightmare."
He nodded. "I haven't had one of these in a long time." He confessed, his voice shaking a bit. "Christ, it was like being there again."
You put your arm around his shoulders and to your surprise, he laid his head on your shoulder seeking comfort. Stephen was extremely affectionate with you, but it was always the other way around, it was always you looking for comfort in him. The change was welcome, but not in that circumstance.
 Automatically your hand searched for his hair and you started stroking it.
"Do you want to tell me about it?"
His arms wrapped around your waist and he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.
"The accident. It's always the accident. I thought I had left it behind me, but it still haunts me in my sleep."
You held him in your arms as if that way you could protect him from all the evil that had affected him or that could still affect him. You just wanted to keep him safe there within your reach.
"It was an extremely traumatic experience and you dealt with it alone. Maybe you should consider seeking help..."
He shook his head "I don't need therapy. I already have everything I need."
He said lifting his head and searching for your lips.
You kissed him softly, but disagreed, "I can't save you from the ghosts of your past, Stephen, as much as I want to help you, I don't know how."
He sighed, running a hand over his face again. "They're just dreams. What harm can they do?"
You shook your head. You had been together for almost two years and you were still surprised by how headstrong and stubborn Stephen was. "Disrupting what little decent sleep you have is already something to worry about." You pointed out. "You've barely been sleeping lately, always worried about everyone except yourself. Someone needs to take care of you while you're taking care of everyone else, don't you think? Being ill you don't help anyone, sweetheart."
Stephen sighed and you took that as a sign that he agreed with you, at least a little.
"You're stealing my pet name." He said, changing the subject in a not-so-subtle way. "I gave it to you."
You smirked running your fingers through his hair absentmindedly. "You gave it to me and I can use it however I want. It's extremely cute if you ask me and it suits you. Especially when you're clinging to me like a koala because you had a bad dream."
Stephen hummed knowing full well that you were teasing him but he didn't give in, he continued cuddling with you, it was as if he couldn't bear the thought of moving away from you for even a second.
"Promise me you'll see a doctor." You pressed and he groaned knowing full well that you wouldn't give up on the subject so easily. "Stephen..."
"I know every neurologist and psychiatrist in New York, I can't see any of them."
"Well then go to Europe, use your amazing ability to open portals for something that benefits you for a change."
He pulled away enough to look at you. "I love you." He muttered.
You cupped his cheek "I love you too, Stephen, but sometimes you're as stubborn as a mule and it makes me really angry."
He chuckled "I'm sorry."
He caressed your face and placed his trembling hand on the back of your neck and pulled you in for a hard kiss. The intensity surprised you, but you let yourself be pushed gently against the mattress as Stephen positioned himself on top of you, his knees making room for him to settle between your legs.
When your head hit the pillow, he took your lips again while with one hand he held yours on the side of your head and the other he slowly moved between your legs. You moaned involuntarily when his fingers touched over your pajama shorts, tracing circles there, teasing you as he grinded himself into your thigh.
"You're the only one who can give me what I need to make me feel better and you know it." He confessed in your ear and then licked your ear making your body shiver. "I love you so much, sweetheart, you are my medicine."
You couldn't help but giggle, but then a loud moan escaped your lips as his fingers pulled your shorts to the side and began to play with your folds.
"We can't fix everything with sex." You tried to rationalize with him, but you could feel reason quickly giving way to desire in your brain.
"No, but I'm not talking about sex, I'm talking about the way you make me feel when I'm in your arms, when you stroke my hair or massage my hands. I'm talking about love. Your love is my medicine and it’s all I need."
You felt your heart flutter in your chest hearing those words, but at the same time your hips started to move against his hand as if it had a life of its own. It was very difficult for you to separate sex from love with Stephen. Before him the line was thick and visible, but with him it simply disappeared. The two things seemed to complement each other so well.
"Stephen...make love to me." You asked, giving in to your desire and abandoning reason once and for all.
He bit your lower lip lightly before taking your mouth in another hungry kiss. "I thought sex didn't solve things..." He teased you with a smirk while grinding his erection into you.
"You just said it's not about sex..." You tried to say, but shook your head, changing your mind when he stuck two fingers inside you. "Fuck...need you."
Stephen buried his face in your neck, stifling his giggle, but his fingers curled inside you with precision to reach your g spot and he moved them quickly. You held his face in your hands making him look at you. "I love you... oh yes... I love your fingers even more."
He kissed you again giggling and knelt between your legs.
"I think there's something you love even more." He teased, "But first..." He snapped his fingers and your pajamas disappeared with a glimpse of orange light. "Open wide for me..." He licked his lips dramatically which made you laugh softly. You loved that about Stephen. You loved how he could make you feel so good and at ease with him. Even though you had been together for so long, it never stopped enchanting you.
"Or maybe a combination of the two." He announced before diving between your legs and entering you again with his fingers. Your hand grabbed the pillow and the other grabbed his hair and you allowed yourself a loud moan, not giving a damn if Wong would hear you or not. In fact, it had been a long time since you stopped caring about Wong's presence at the Sanctum and perhaps because of that he almost never spent the night there.
Stephen hummed contently, delighting between your folds, taking turns licking them with the tip of his tongue and sucking your clit while his fingers moved nimbly to stimulate your g spot.
He was so good, perfect, surgical when it came to giving you pleasure and as much as you knew that that night he was using sex to escape the current problem, you couldn't resist, you always fell into the same trap.
But it wasn't just to distract you from the subject that he used sex, but also to distract himself from all the problems and fears that afflicted him. He wasn't kidding when he said you were his medicine, and you might even feel flattered by that if it weren't worrying. The man never allowed himself to feel. Always trying to be in control of everything, especially his own emotions and there was nothing Stephen controlled better than sex. He had simply mastered that art so well that he was able to make you forget your own name with just a touch of his fingers.
"Steph... gonna make me cum..." You murmured, giving in to the delicious pleasure between your legs, but keeping your eyes wide open to look at him and see him eating you. There was nothing more mesmerizing than Stephen going down on you because you knew he took pleasure in it and he was so lost in his need for you that he started rubbing his erection on the mattress while eating you and that vision, Stephen so lost in his pleasure , that's what made you finally get there, moaning his name loudly and creaming his fingers.
He emerged from between your legs with a proud smile on his lips and you ran your hands over his face to clean him of all his fluids and pulled him to your lips, delighting in the taste of your cunt in his tongue.
"You're not going to be able to change my mind about you needing to see a therapist. Not even after such a wonderful oral." You warned and he smirked.
"I guess we can talk about this later." He said, running his lips on your neck and placing little kisses on your skin and finally nibbling on your earlobe.
"Later when?" You rasped.
He grabbed one of your hands and brought it to his cock, slipping it inside his pants. "After you take care of this."
You grabbed his cock and started pumping him up and down. "But this is a full time occupation. It really seems like you're always like this." You said pulling him to your lips.
He groaned when you tightened your grip on his cock. “Is this a complaint?”
"Never." You said gently pushing him to the side and straddling him. He let himself be moved easily and you ran your lips down his neck, making a point of leaving a clearly visible hickey just below his chin, your nails went down his chest, scratching him lightly as you took one nipple and then the other in your mouth, circling your tongue on the sensitive skin and feeling him pulse beneath you.
"Sweetheart... please..." His voice was so beautiful when he begged.
"Please what?" You teased, running your lips down his belly, giving small bites.
"Fuck me... with your mouth. Please."
You lifted your head to look at him and couldn't keep the cocky smile from your lips. Your hands grabbed both sides of his sweatpants.
"Since you're asking so nicely."
He lifted his hips, letting you take off his pants and you were treated to his beautiful, hard cock. It's no exaggeration to say that your mouth always watered at that sight.
You held him upright by the base and licked him from the base to the tip, finishing with a suck on the tip that made him see stars. His legs shook and he moaned outrageously loud.
"Oh yes... please take it in your mouth sweetheart, give this delicious mouth to me."
You smiled mischievously, taking your hands up to your hair to tie it into a bun tied with your own hair and Stephen grabbed his cock by the base, gesturing with the other hand for you to take it. You let him lead, opening your mouth for him to put his dick in and letting him thrust all the way in.
"Fuck yeah!" He praised taking his cock completely out of your mouth, saliva dripping down your chin. You took the opportunity to swallow some. "Open for me really big" He ordered and you did as he asked letting him go deep again and gagging around him which made him moan even louder. He loved that.
Stephen loved seeing you gagging on him because it inflated his ego, he knew very well that he had a huge cock, but he liked seeing you suffering to take it all in, it made him hard as a rock and when you cried, when he saw tears streaming down your face he loved it even more. You were sure he could cum from just that.
"Gonna let you take me however you want now." He said taking his hand away which was quickly replaced by yours. "Just keep making me feel good" He asked and you took the lead pumping his cock and sucking him in perfect synchronization. The wet noise his dick made moving in and out of your mouth filled the room.
"So good... fuck sweetheart it feels so good."
He grabbed your hair and without holding back he began to push your head so that you took him entirely. Stephen never gave up control completely and he was obsessed with deep throat, he was only satisfied when your nose was against his pelvis and his cock was deep you’re your throat.
"Taking me so good. Always taking me so good, sweet..." He moaned loudly and his cock pulsed hard in your throat making you gag.
"Wanna cum in your throat, please let me cum in your throat..."
You hummed positively and relaxing your head and throat, breathing through your nose and letting go of the control completely, letting him use your head to get off.
He thrusted up a few more times and then held you tight against him and began to cum down your throat. "Oh yeah... fucking take it, love. Oh yeah... fuck... take all of it... take all of my cum."
When he finally let go of your head and you took him out of your mouth you were gasping for air. Your face was soaked with tears and your chin was dripping with saliva, some still clinging to a thread connecting your mouth and the head of his cock that was soft, but not completely flaccid.
"You always take me so good. Always accepting what I give you. Such a sweetheart indeed." He patronized.
You wiped the spit off your chin with your hand and moved to straddle him.
"Yeah? Now you're gonna fuck me with the same harshness that you fucked my mouth and you are going to make me cum again. Hard."
"And isn't it always hard when I make you cum? Always writhing and moaning my name, thanking the gods that is me fucking you so good." He teased grabbing his cock and giving a couple of jerks before entering you.
You moaned loudly, letting yourself sink into his cock and started riding him fast and hard, placing your hands on his chest for balance.
"Yes... oh yes I love to have you inside me. Feels so big... you always fuck me so good... such a good lover, Steph..."
You leaned your head back and placed both hands on his thighs, moving your legs forward and allowing the new position to give him a better view of where you joined.
Stephen placed a hand on your clit, circling it and stimulating it deliciously, increasing your pleasure, which made you moan so loud that anyone in that house could hear it.
"Just like that, sweetheart. Give it to me."
You kept moving fast on top of him, letting your body move instinctively in search of your release, but Stephen had other plans. Quickly, he moved you under him, getting lost between your legs again, sucking your clit and licking your dripping folds before patting your leg and ordering, "Turn around and lift that ass for me."
You did as he ordered, but not satisfied he slapped your ass cheek and ordered again. "Higher." He gave another slap and when he was satisfied with your position he entered you again, fucking you with surprising ferocity. That was one of the things you loved about Stephen, you never knew what sex with him would be like. Sometimes it was soft and other times it was like that. Hard and delicious.
Stephen was so big that his body covered your entire body, his weight made it impossible for you to move and when he fucked you like that you were completely at his mercy and that was fucking hot. You loved being dominated by him, you loved knowing that your man had complete control over you.
"Fuck yes Stephen... take me, use me, I'm yours. Fuck me harder. Show me I am yours and no one else's. Prove to me that you own me… my owner."
Stephen groaned at your words, grabbing the headboard and increasing the strength of his thrusts as the bed creaked beneath you.
"Gonna make me cum, Stephen, uh? Want me to cum? Tell me, wanna hear you saying it."
He grabbed your hair with one hand and started using it as a rein, pulling you against his thrusts, which became increasingly irregular and strong.
"Gonna cum for me, sweetheart. Wanna see you fucking cum in my cock, come on, give it to me, cream my dick."
You moaned loudly feeling the knot threatening to break in your stomach.
"Yes Stephen...please."
"Come on, love. Let go for me. Cum... Cum on my dick."
And so you did. You came hard feeling your whole body shaking with the force of your release and your legs gave way making you fall face first into the pillows.
"There you go. Such a sweetheart doing as you're told." He groaned the words as he continued thrusting.
"Now you're going to let me use this pussy to get off. What do you think, uh? Letting me using you like this. I know you love it."
You groaned positively, but your groans were muffled by the pillow.
"What is that, uh? Can't hear you, love."
"Use me..." You tried to say, but your voice came out hoarse, but it was enough for him to hear.
He kept thrusting hard into you searching his own high.
"Want me to use you, sweetheart? That's what I am doing and you feel so good. So fucking amazing. Pussy feels so warm and wet and delicious, gonna cum so fucking hard inside you, fill you with my milk, it’s that what do you want?"
"Y-yes, please." You begged and he moaned loudly, placing his hand on the headboard to increase the strength of his thrusts.
"Yeah? Want my milk inside this warm little hole? Then tell me, ask for it."
"Please Stephen, cum in me, cum inside me, want your cum so badly, please."
Stephen groaned loudly and gave two more hard thrusts and then began to cum. He kept thrusting, pushing his cum inside you until he was finished.
"Oh fuck, fucking take it." He groaned in your ear and finally rolled onto his side, his breathing ragged and rapid.
You buried your face in the pillow trying to compose yourself, but a fit of laughter invaded you.
Stephen wrapped his arms around you and began tickling your hips giggling with you.
"Okay, okay, please... I can't..." You begged, gasping for air from laughing so hard. He let go of you and you rolled to the side finally looking at him. The worry, the fear that you saw on his face had disappeared and in its place was the most beautiful smile in the world.
"You’re feeling better." It wasn't a question, but an observation.
He nodded confidently "I told you. You're like medicine to me."
You smiled, dragging yourself closer to him and he wrapped you in his arms letting you lay your head on his shoulder. "You get different sometimes when you're horny."
He let out a small laugh.
"I'm serious. You get a bit rough. I like it."
He cupped your cheek making you look at him and kissed you softly. "It must be because I love you so much. You do these things to me."
You smiled feeling your heart flutter in your chest again. "I love you too, more than anything."
"More than chocolate?" He joked and you grimaced.
"Not that much."
He giggled, squeezing you against his chest and the two of you were silent for a minute. It was you who broke the silence first, determined to return to the subject he was avoiding.
"Promise me you'll seek professional help to deal with these nightmares." You insisted.
He sighed heavily. "You know what they say about therapy. You start it for a reason and the next thing you know you're digging up all the dead bodies on your floor."
You knew exactly what he was talking about and what he was afraid of, part of you always knew it was much more than the accident. You just didn't know how to broach the subject with him. It was something so deeply hidden within him that he didn't even want to talk about it, but you knew this was the moment.
"I know you're afraid to deal with your feelings about your sister, Stephen, but these nightmares are your unconscious telling you that you need closure."
"I'm not afraid..." He said, staring at the ceiling. "I just don't think it's beneficial to go over things that happened so many years ago. I'd rather forget."
You rolled your lips. "But you can't forget, that's the truth. No matter how hard you try, it's all in there and you're just trying to distract yourself from the pain. It was like that with medicine and then at Kamar Taj and now with me..."
"Is not the same thing." He interrupted you. "Medicine was a way to prove to myself that I could be more. Kamar Taj was my salvation when I had lost all hope. You... you are the love of my life. I'm not with you to get distract from my problems, I'm with you because you gave meaning to my life, you made me happy."
You nodded, stroking his chest absently.
"But I'll do it if it's what you want."
"It's not for me that you have to do this, but for you, Stephen. You need to think about yourself sometimes."
He chuckled dryly "I've been called a narcissist, you know? Arrogant. Prepotent. It was when I stopped thinking about myself that I became a better person, they say."
"Fuck them. This is not true." You cupped his face making him look at you. "You've always been a good person, you've always done good even when you did it for selfish reasons. Now I'm asking you to dedicate some of your time to yourself. Please."
He smiles reassuringly at you. "Okay. Consider it done."
You allowed yourself a relieved sigh.
"I liked the 'you're my owner' thing. A little possessive, but I liked it." He teased, changing the subject again and again without any subtlety.
You smirked "We talk and do unimaginable things when we're horny."
"Yeah? I like making you horny, I love seeing how you transform at my touch. It's fascinating to me and I never get tired of it."
You pulled him to your lips and kissed him lingerly, pulling a hum from his throat.
"No man has ever made me feel the way you do. I love everything about you, Stephen."
He rested his forehead on yours and smiled proudly.
"And I love everything about you, my sweet… sweet... sweet... sweetheart." He said separating the words with kisses.
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withalittlehoney · 1 year
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Never Too Tired For You
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Strange x Fem!Reader
Warnings: SMUT! A singular glass of wine, dom/sub dynamic, rough sex turned soft sex, praise kink, size kink, Daddy kink, breeding kink-ish, subspace/subdrop, aftercare.
Word Count: 10,370
Reading time: ≈ 38 mins.
A/N: I hope you like part two of sugar daddy strange! i wanted to attempt writing subspace with my very own limited experience, and i felt like this stephen and reader were the perfect couple to try it out with! let me know if you like this or if you’d just prefer the nasty, hardcore stuff… hehe.
18+ or i haunt you like a ghost from ur past <;3!
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It had become a regular thing. And despite your best efforts to convince him otherwise, Doctor Stephen Strange was intent on helping pay your way through life. Though, you couldn’t complain. You weren’t busting your ass to pay rent anymore and he’d even upgraded your living situation to a little townhome closer to campus when he’d seen your previous residence. Your student loans had been paid off and your next semester was secured with one transfer from his bank account to yours. And your only job was to take care of yourself and take the best dick of your life.
There were three rules…
One, no clothes besides a robe, the lingerie he bought you, and his tees or sweatshirts when it was time to sleep or you wanted to be comfy.
Two, no wandering the sanctum without him— his room, the kitchen, and the library were fair play.
Three, no leaving before Monday morning unless for an emergency.
It felt like a dream.
You arrived at the Sanctum an hour early at four every Friday night and remained there until waking up for classes on Monday. For those three days, you were his, and he was very strict about time. He felt he never had enough time with you. He told you pretty early on that his interest in the deal was more than just the sex. He liked the companionship aspect as well and having the ability to provide for someone outside the mystical realm. And Doctor Strange was very agreeable in each of those areas. Mind-blowing, kinky sex? Check. Genuine and interesting conversation? Check. Monetary and emotional security? Check and check.
He— it— was perfect.
As soon as his bedroom door was open, you were at his side, “Well, hello there Doctor.” You smile up at him, giggling as the Cloak detaches from his shoulders and wraps you in a quick embrace before you get to Stephen, who shoves it out of the way, “How was today for the two of you?”
Stephen wraps his arms around your waist as you put yours around his neck, resting your cheek against his chest you can feel the vibrations as he replies, “Very, very long. We had a student set half of the greenhouse on fire.”
“I thought I smelled smoke…” You tease, “Then again, it always gets so hot when you walk into the room.”
A chuckle rumbles in his chest as he pulls back, grabbing your chin between his thumb and index finger and narrowing his eyes at you, “Real cute, Sweetheart.”
“Well, it’s true.” You murmur, reaching up and play with the hair at the nape of his neck, “Sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on, Doctor.”
“You get paid to say that.” He murmurs back, pressing his lips to your own roughly
You kiss him back happily for a moment before pulling away to remind him, “I believed that before the pay out, sir.”
“Mm, so you said.” He smiles
You preen like a happy cat as he runs his hand over the top of your head but sympathizes, “I’m sorry your student set the greenhouse on fire. Was anyone injured?”
“No, thankfully. Only the offenders ego was bruised.”
“Well, luckily I already have a nice, warm shower running for you. I’m going to run down to the kitchen and get us some snacks for when you get out, what do you think?”
He presses a kiss to your forehead, “That sounds perfect.”
“I set us up something different for our snack…” You say, placing your hands on his chest, “Just a little something special aside from the normal sandwich.”
Stephen’s face goes soft. He reaches up and runs his fingers across your cheek gently, “You didn’t have to do that, Sweetheart.”
“I know I didn’t have to.” You agree, “But I wanted to.” You stand up on your tiptoes and press a gentle kiss to his cheek, “Go hop in the shower, I’ll get everything set up out here.”
“Thank you, Baby.” He whispers, “Can you help get me undressed? I’m having a rough day with my hands.”
“Of course, Handsome.” You agree, taking his hands gently and pulling him toward the bathroom, “How about I give you an nice massage sometime tonight? Hm?”
Stephen gives a groan, “That would be amazing.”
You pull Stephen into the bathroom, the glass on the shower already fogged up, reminding you of a particularly thrilling shower scene the two of you had created once before. He’d been a big fan of it. You hadn’t realized what had him so crazy until after the fact when he murmured something about needing to get a mirror for the bedroom.
You recognized that Stephen could have easily snapped himself out of his robes, but you also recognized that as much as he loved caring for you, he loved being cared for in return. And you were perfectly happy to do little tasks like this for him. It made it feel personal— it made you feel like you were there for more than just your body. And you knew deep down you shouldn’t care either way. It was ridiculous to think of a man like Stephen Strange getting attached to anyone, much less someone who was essentially his high dollar whore. You pushed the thought away and gently pulled at his belt, letting it fall to the floor, moving slowly to slide his robe from his shoulders, running your hands over his chest and abdomen, watching him watch you. He helped you pull off his undershirt which you were far too short to get over his head of your own accord and placed a soft kiss over a healing scar from one of his latest missions— the first you’d been around for.
He’d refused your company the weekend he returned, but the next day you’d woken up to a pretty little lingerie set in a prettily wrapped box and money to go get your nails and hair done. However you wanted, he wasn’t that particular… he’d simply requested you do whatever would make you happy.
You smiled to yourself fondly at the memory. He made plenty of sweet little gestures like that. And it was part of the arrangement, but it didn’t stop your heart from fluttering.
“You’ll have to take your briefs off yourself, Doctor.” You murmur, toying with the waistband, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to leave if I do.”
He gives a light laugh and places his hands over your own, “Don’t tempt me, Sweetheart.”
“You like to be tempted.” You argue, “You take it like a challenge.”
“And you take it like a champ when I give in.” He teases, leaning down and burying his face in the crook of your neck, “Such a good girl for me.”
You practically purr as he places light kisses along your neck, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to seduce me, Doctor.”
“You might not know as well as you think then.”
“Mm…” You push him away gently, “Shower, food, then we can have fun.” You say sternly, “Can’t have you too tired.”
“I’m never too tired for you, Baby Girl.” Stephen says, serving you a wink
“God, you’re so cheesy.” You roll your eyes
“You love it.” He insists, “Now run along and get everything prepared or I’ll have you bent over the sink in the next ten seconds.”
You quickly turn on your heel and skip out of the room like the obedient little girl you are, giggling to yourself the whole way to the kitchen.
You loved the weekends.
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Stephen smiled when he walked back into his room to find the little sitting area all set up for the two of you. The fire was lit, the couch pushed up closer, and a charcuterie board and two glasses of wine set up for the both of you. And then there was you, which was his favorite part of it all. You were laying all cozied up with a blanket covering your lower half, your robe hanging loosely off your shoulders exposing the lacy straps and cups of the new lingerie set he’d bought you last weekend. Bright red, because he couldn’t resist. It scram sex. And paired with your short, black, silk robe, it almost felt elegant in a way.
“Hey, Pretty Girl.” He greets, looking over the area you’d set up while he showered, “This is wonderful, thank you.”
You smile up at him, your eyes briefly dipping to his bare chest and begging to move lower. Only a pair of briefs situated on his lower half. Stephen only wore briefs as far as you’d seen, and you loved it. It was hard to hide anything with the tighter fit. His chest seemed to glow in the firelight, looking awfully warm and inviting. He wasn’t overly sculpted at first glance. It was clear he was largely composed of muscle mass, but it wasn’t in an intimidating way. But the slightest movements would send his muscles rippling— another thing you’d come to thoroughly enjoy. You held your arms up and made grabby hands for him. Stephen chuckled and walked over to the couch, sitting down and reaching over to wrap an arm around your waist. He pulled you over and rest your head against his chest, running his hands softly over your back.
“You look beautiful tonight, Baby Girl.” He murmurs, “And you prepared this little snack for us. When’d you have time for that?”
“I ran to the store straight after school.” You explain, “Just wanted to do something nice for you.” 
“Well, that’s very sweet.” He kissed the top of your head, “How’s school been?”
You give a sort of shrug and wrap your arms around his waist, “Fine. Not as stressful as it used to be having to work on top of it— thanks for that again.”
“No problem.” He chuckles
“But I’m… I dunno’.” 
You give a deep sigh and Stephen frowns, “What’s wrong, Sweetheart?”
“I just… I don’t wanna complain about anything. I don’t wanna sound ungrateful.”
He turns you so that you’re laying facing him, “What’s wrong? Is something wrong with… us? Our arrangement?”
“Oh, Stephen, no!” You object, “Not at all, like I said, I’m very thankful. I just don’t get paid to lay here and complain about anything.”
His brows knit together and he brushes the hair out of your eyes carefully, “Sweetheart, I want you to talk to me. I want to listen to you vent and help if I can… I want to take care of you.”
You hesitate a moment before admitting, “I’m just feeling… unfulfilled at school. Bored. And I’m doing less than ever before, but I’m more exhausted than ever before. I don’t sleep like I used to and I just feel like… like I must be doing something wrong.”
He nods and gives a sort of hum, pulling your head back to his chest and twirling a strand of your hair around his shaking finger. This was something you loved— liked— about Stephen. He always made an actual consideration before speaking. Sometimes, if you looked hard enough, you could see him working the issue through in his mind. It didn’t even need to be an issue, per say, just a conversation. His eyes would rove absently between the space as if he were reading from a book only he could see. If he truly lost himself in thought, his lips would move, and you’d sit there and stare in adoration as he spoke silently to himself.
“That happened to me once. I didn’t have responsibility after the accident— couldn’t have any responsibilities. I was restless and… definitely felt unfulfilled.” You close your eyes and listen intently. You and Stephen never spoke much about the accident after your initial meeting, and you could tell his hands were a sore subject still. So to have him open up like this… it meant a lot more to you than you thought it should have. “I didn’t start sleeping again until Kamar-Taj. I don’t know the exact connection between that feeling unfulfilled and unrest, but there’s certainly a correlation in my experience.
“Hm…” You hum out before suggesting, “Can I pour some wine for you, Steph?”
“That’d be great, Sweetheart.” He agrees, giving your butt a little pat, “It’s high time we enjoy our snack. Need good fuel for a conversation like this.”
You smile and sit up carefully. Stephen flicks his wrist at the wine bottle and the cork pops out. You snatch it from the air and shoot him a disapproving stare. He was supposed to refrain from using magic over the weekends as much as possible, but Stephen could hardly ever resist the chance to show off. Besides, he knew deep down you loved seeing his silly little magic tricks. You poured a healthy glass of wine for both of you, passing Stephen his own with a soft smile. 
“Okay…” You beam back at him, clapping your hands together excitedly, “For meats we have prosciutto, capicola, bresaola, soppressata, and mortadella—“
“Mm… a fan of sausage in all forms, I see.”
You reach back and slap his shoulder lightly, “Don’t be gross, Steph.” You hear him give a light laugh at his perverseness and continue on, “Cheeses are burrata, fontina, gouda, cheddar, and asiago.”
“Wonderful.” Stephen compliments, sitting up and wrapping an arm around your waist, “What else?”
“Baguette and like… three different types of crackers. There were so many, I didn’t know which to choose.” Stephen gives a little exhale through his nose, his breath fanning along your neck, causing you to have to force back a shiver, “Grapes and then… that one is fig jam and the other is pepper jelly. Which I’ve never had— the pepper jelly, I mean— but I was curious. And I even got some olives because you like them… even though they’re nasty.”
“No, they’re delicious.” He argues, taking a sip of his wine, “But that’s neither here nor there. This looks amazing. Almost as amazing as you.” He smiles against your neck and brushes his lips across your bare shoulder
“Such a flatterer, Doctor.” You chide, “Are you trying to get in my pants before you even take a bite of the little meal I prepared?”
“I can’t help it that you made yourself look more tempting than the food.” He teases
“It’s part of the job description.” You murmur, turning to look at him over your shoulder, your breath catching in your throat as his nose brushes against your own
He closed the distance and placed a soft, sweet kiss against your lips. Your eyes fluttered shut as you relaxed back into him carefully, reminding yourself to keep a good hold on your wine glass. You and Stephen exchanged a few soft kisses before he trails to your ear.
He nibbles your earlobe gently and asks, “Where should we start with the food, Baby? And then you can tell me where you think we should start to solve your problem.”
You sit back up and spread a bit of the burrata on a piece of baguette, turning around and holding it up for him. He takes the whole piece in his mouth and gives a pleased hum as he chews through the far too big bite. You giggle and reach up, wiping a crumb off the side of his lips. He swallowed and took a sip of his wine, smiling at you. He looked so sweet. You loved seeing the difference between Stephen when he first arrived to his room and the first few minutes of your time together. You could visibly see his stress melting away. You loved taking care of him as much as he loved taking care of you. And it was odd because you’d never had anyone care for you so completely.
Was that just the arrangement?
“I don’t think I like my major the way I expected to.” You admit softly, “But I don’t know what I want to do if not…” Tears prick in your eyes and you immediately turn back to the food, grabbing a grape and popping it in your mouth, “I just don’t have it figured out like I thought I did.”
Stephen sits up and grabs a couple of olives, crunching on them as he asks, “Did you really think you had it figured out beforehand?”
“I don’t think I had the privilege to stop and consider it beforehand.” You say honestly, “I didn’t… I couldn’t have changed my major and gone through the extra years, it wasn’t feasible—“
“Do it.” Stephen says immediately, “Or be undecided and take classes to figure it out.”
“Stephen…” You sigh
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.” You huff, “Like I said, I appreciate what you’re doing for me, but I can’t just throw your money to the wind like that.”
“Most girls in your position are asking to buy designer bags worth triple your tuition and shoes and new clothes just for the hell of it—“
“But how long will this really last, Steph?” You sigh, “I’m not… I can’t change it and then be stuck…” You trail off, dropping your head in your hands, “It’s not the reasonable thing to do.”
He’s silent for a while, making a little sandwich with two crackers, prosciutto, and gouda. He takes a small bite and offers the other half to you and you take it.
After a while he starts carefully, “I have a proposition…”
“Hm?”
“Take a year off. Come live here… do what we do full time.”
“Stephen—“
“No, just listen, Sweetheart.” He says, placing a hand on your knee, “Take a year off, I’ll keep you, you don’t have to worry about rent or food or anything. You can fill your time doing what you want to do. Figure out what you love and we’ll go from there. Even if… if you decide you don’t want to do us anymore, I swear you can stay in the Sanctum or I’ll put you up somewhere and give you enough to make rent through the rest of the year and the next semester of college.” He shrugs, “No risk aside from it taking another year to graduate.”
You force yourself to breathe, chewing on the inside of your cheek. Stephen watches you intently, scared that the offer might have been too much. Stephen wasn’t afraid to admit to himself that he cared for you very, very deeply. The first person he’d let himself care for in a long time and he had a sneaking suspicion it was turning into something more. But he wasn’t certain that was something you wanted.
He’d promised himself if he figured out it was something more he would tell you straight away. It would be best for the both of you if you were on the same page, and he knew if emotions were involved it may very well be that you wanted out. You hadn’t signed up for that. You’d signed up for sex and some conversation every now and again.
“Can I take a while and think on it?” You ask timidly
“Of course, Baby Girl.” Stephen agrees, leaning over and placing a kiss against your forehead, “It’s just an option. And if you think of something different, don’t be afraid to suggest it, okay? I’m here to help you, remember? And I have no problem doing so.”
You give him a soft smile and take his hand in yours, “Thank you, Stephen.”
“You’re welcome.” He agrees, “Is there anything I can help you with school-wise in the meantime?”
“Mm… I have two chapters I need to read this weekend and take notes on.”
“I read out loud, you take notes?”
“I’d appreciate that a lot.”
“Great. We’ll get started as soon as we finish up this snack.” He smiles, “It’s great. Have I said that already?”
You give a light laugh and turn, laying your head against his shoulder, “A few times. But I wouldn’t mind if you said it again.”
“It’s great.” He repeats, placing a kiss on your forehead, “You’re amazing.”
“Mm, not half as amazing as you, but that’s sweet of you to say.”
Stephen’s heart flutters and he takes a sip from his glass to hide the smile threatening to spill over. God, he hoped you took the deal he offered. Coming home to you every day he could would be a dream. Even if it wasn’t exactly real… it was something. Just a taste of the life he’d come to crave.
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“Baby…” Stephen groans, running his hands over his face and chucking the book to the end of the bed, “that was the worst two chapters of any book I’ve ever read.”
“Well, it’s not like I wrote it.” You grouch back, looking over your notes and adding the last few highlights, “If it’s any consolation it was as bad for me as it was for you.”
Stephen snorts, “Never heard that one before… much more used to the reverse.”
You laugh and chuck your notebook at him, “Shut up, Old Man.”
Stephen scoffs and throws your notebook to the floor, “Too bad you have a kink for old men.”
“Bad for me, good for you.” You smile, rolling over on top of him
Stephen smiles back up at you, running his hands over your back and down to your ass, “Very good for me.”
“What’re we doing tonight, Doctor?”
“Eager are we?”
“For you? Always.” You say, peppering kisses across his jawline
“Mm… such a flatterer.” He teases, groping your ass roughly, “What do you want to do?”
“Hmm, I was thinking sex.” You sass
Stephen immediately brings his hand down hard over your ass, “Great minds think alike, huh?”
“Mhm.” You hum in his ear, “Where do we start tonight sir?”
“Why don’t you sit back on your knees and show me your new outfit?”
You roll back off of Stephen and crawl to the foot of the bed. Stephen smiles and sits up, leaning against the headboard, his hands already running over his thighs. You do a little shimmy, the shoulders of the silk robe sliding down your soft skin. You reach up and toy with the tie of the robe, pulling it apart oh so slowly. Always such a tease. You let the tie fall apart but keep the robe held tight together. Stephen gives you a stern look, making you giggle, but also getting you to throw the robe off your frame.
Stephen looked you over slowly, complimenting himself on a job well done. You always looked beautiful to him, always. But there was something about this particular set… he’d outdone himself this time. He slowly moves his hand to the start of an erection. You sit back on your legs and hike up the panties on your hips, pushing your chest out as if it weren’t prominent enough in the push-up bra. 
“So, what do you think?” You ask, pulling your hair into a ponytail— he preferred to have it up during sex
“I think you’re beautiful. As always.” Stephen says, “Do you like it?”
“I do.” You say, “I think I liked the teddy from last week more… it was more comfortable. But beauty is pain, isn’t it?”
Stephen flirts, “You must be in constant agony.”
You throw your head back and laugh, raising a brow at him, “Now who’s the flatterer, Steph?”
“We trade-off.” He grabs his length more firmly, massaging it slowly and suggesting, “Why don’t you come help me take off what’s left of my clothes and then I’ll help you take off what’s left of yours?”
You crawl up the bed towards him, running your hands along his legs, trailing kisses across his well-toned thighs. You run one hand over his bulge, watching as Stephen tilts his head back and lets out a soft sigh. You move your lips up to his bulge, licking a long stripe over the fabric. You were practically already drooling. There were few things you could say you wanted more than Doctor Stephen Strange’s dick.
“Hungry little slut tonight, huh?” Stephen asks
You hook your fingers through the waistband of his briefs and look up to him with hooded lids, answering, “Yes, Daddy.”
You pull down the black material and Stephen lifts his hips compliantly. You throw the briefs off the side of the bed carelessly— there wouldn’t be any more clothes tonight— and you were more than happy about it. You wrap your hand around his rapidly hardening cock. You lean down and suckle lightly on his head. Stephen slinks down farther and runs a hand over your back.
“Been thinkin’ about you all week.” You whisper, placing kisses across his shaft, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“You’ve been thinking about my cock? Did you miss me?”
“I always miss you when I leave, Steph.” You admit, “Thought about it all week. Thought about it for too long during class yesterday and had to walk around with wet panties for hours.”
Stephen gives a silent groan, “Mm, you get lost in your dirty daydreams? What were you thinking about, Baby?”
“I thought about sucking your cock.” You admit, “Thought about trying to take it down my throat. How it makes me gag and cry.” You lick a stripe up his length, “Thought about how you tell me what a good girl I am for you when I take it all the way.”
“What a dirty girl.” Stephen chides, “Gets wet thinking about choking on my cock.” He sighs as you start rolling his balls in your hand, “You gonna’ try taking it all the way tonight? You’ve been doing so good learning to take me.”
“I’m trying.” You say, “I wanna’ make you happy.”
He runs a hand over your head and smiles at you softly, “You always make me happy, Baby Girl.”
You smile at him as you stick out your tongue, tapping his head against it and watching as a string of saliva connects to it, “Thank you.”
“You wanna’ make Daddy really happy?”
“Yes sir.” You agree eagerly
“Can he fuck your throat for a while?” Stephen asks, “And then he’s gonna fuck that pussy. Make those pretty little eyes roll back in your head.”
You lean doesn’t to suck on his balls and give a small moan at the thought alone, “Yes, please.”
Stephen grabs your chin and pulls you up his body, pressing his lips to yours. You give a little whimper, melting into him. Stephen gives a groan and wraps his arms around your back, lightly grinding against your hip. He rolls the two of you over and pulls himself off the bed. He grabs your arm and pulls you over to the edge of the bed.
He explains, “I want you to hang your head off the edge of the bed and I’m gonna’ fuck your face like that. You’re going to keep one hand on my leg or hip the whole time. If you take it off, I’ll stop. If you get a head rush, choke too hard, or just feel uncomfortable, please take your hand away so I know, okay?”
“Yes sir.” You nod
Stephen presses a kiss to your forehead and demands, “Turn and lay back.”
You spin around and carefully hang your head off the edge of the bed, immediately opening your mouth wide. Stephen was incredibly pleased to find that the bed was the perfect height for this position. It briefly had him considering what other ways he could get crafty with furniture of different heights around the sanctum. He was promptly drawn back to your present romp when you grabbed his hip and pulled him forward.
He started slow for both of you. He’d become accustomed to cumming inside you and inside you only. Just the thought made him ten times harder. He still loved oral from you… you had an insane talent for it, and after the last couple of months, you’d learned how to turn him into an absolute mess with your mouth alone. But he was obsessed with being inside you; He was obsessed with watching you come undone under his touch, watching you take everything he gave, taking his load, moaning how bad you wanted it, how you needed him to fill you up, how you needed him to get you pregnant…
Stephen had learned a lot about himself because of you.
He ran a thumb gently over your cheek as you sucked on his tip, threading his fingers through your hair near your neck to help support your head. He thrust forward gently, slotting himself further into your warm, wet, welcoming mouth. You gave a little moan, blinking up at him with large eyes. You ran your tongue along the bottom of his cock, feeling the silky smooth skin and the subtle twitch of his member. Stephen watched your throat carefully, cataloging the moment he saw you take a swallow before pushing himself farther in. 
You took a deep breath through your nose and relax your throat. That was the main trick to going deep throat. Breath control and relaxation. If you panic, so does your body. But you fully trusted Stephen, you knew he wouldn’t do anything to seriously hurt you. He tested your limits, but he was always careful to check that you were okay.
“That’s a good girl.” Stephen coos, thrusting lightly, “That’s my Baby Girl. Takes my cock so well.” He runs his hand over your throat lightly, “You feel okay? Squeeze my hip if you are.” You squeeze his hip and Stephen smiles, “Good girl. You just lay there and let Daddy fuck this pretty throat, yeah?”
You give a nod the best you can and Stephen draws himself out of your mouth just to thrust back in. You reach up with your free hand and palm at your tits, the lace fabric of your lingerie stimulating your nipples. Stephen groaned at the visual, mind in overdrive. He couldn’t believe he’d scored you doing nothing aside from showing up to a Stark party he’d complained about having to attend for weeks beforehand. One silly little note, one night of mind-blowing sex turned into what he hoped would be hundreds.
“Playing with yourself while Daddy watches? You know how much he loves those tits, huh? Maybe I’ll fuck those tonight too. Almost sounds as good as fucking that tight little hole. But you don’t care how I fuck you, do you? My sweet little slut doesn’t care where Daddy’s cock is as long as it’s in or on her.” Stephen degrades, cupping a hand underneath your jaw, watching spit seep from the corners of your mouth with every thrust, tears streaming from the corners of your eyes, “Awe, Baby Girl… you crying? Does my cock taste that good?”
You take a gasping breath as Stephen pulls out of your mouth, giving a cough and a harsh sniff to avoid snot running down your face to accompany the drool and tears. Stephen gives your cheek a few light slaps and you groan, your pussy clenching around nothing making you press your thighs together. Your back arches off the bed for no reason other than the amount of pent-up tension in your body needing somewhere to go. Once you’ve caught your breath you open your mouth and stick out your tongue again, fluttering your lashes at him. You stopped being quite so impatient after your third night with him, recognizing no matter how long it took he always gave you something in return. Usually, the more patient you were, the better your release felt in the end. Stephen gave a soft groan and slot himself back in your mouth, watching as you suckle on his head, moaning at the taste of his precum on your tongue. 
You pulled away to murmur, “You taste so good, Stephen.” You reach back and stroke him at his base, “Are you going to cum in my mouth?”
Stephen tsks at you, “No Baby Girl, not tonight. Gonna empty myself in that hungry little pussy.”
You pout up at him, “But I wanna’ taste you.”
“Hm…” Stephen muses, “Maybe we c-could…” He stutters as you tilt your head back farther and suckle on his balls, “Shit— I um… maybe we can afford to waste one load down your throat tonight.”
You smile and tap his head against your tongue, “Yes please, Daddy.”
Stephen strokes your cheek gently, wiping away the faint trails of tears running down your temples and commands, “Open up then and let me keep fucking your face.”
You nod but ask, “Will you tell me when you’re gonna cum? Will you pull out a bit so I can actually taste you?”
“Since you’ve been so sweet and asked so nicely, of course.” He agrees, thrusting forward gently, moaning when you try to swallow around him, “Fuck Baby… you trying to hurry it along? That desperate to taste my cum?”
“Mhmm…” You hum out, the vibrations making his legs shake
Stephen reaches forward on his next thrust and pulls down the cups of your bra, watching your tits bounce slightly with every movement. He was truly fascinated with your breasts. They were so perfect to him in every way. Then again, he felt the same about the rest of your body. He threw his head back and let out a moan, closing his eyes and focusing on the feeling of you and the feeling of you alone. He could hear you gagging, choking on his length, feel the way your throat contracted around him, the cool air rushing over his shaft every time he pulled out of the warmth of your mouth. So wet, so warm, so perfect…
All his.
Stephen’s legs were starting to shake, you could feel his thrusts getting weaker and weaker. You forced your eyes open and tried to see past the tears to find his arms laced behind his back, his head thrown back with lips slightly parted, chest shining with a layer of clean sweat. The visual caused you to moan once more, which you had been fighting against as one, as Stephen had said earlier, it drove him crazy and you wanted him to take as much time enjoying it as possible. And two, any sort of vocalization made it significantly more difficult to take him at the depth he liked.
“Oh fu—ck, Sweetheart.” Stephen moans, “G-gonna’ cum.” He pulls out, stroking himself quickly, watching as you gag and take in a deep breath, tears continuing to stream down your face, “Hold on, Baby. Stick out your tongue and take my load, then you can breathe. Yeah? You still wanna’ swallow for me?”
You nod fervently and stick out your tongue once more. Stephen lines himself up and fists himself faster, groaning as his seed spurts from his head, most of it landing in your mouth and on your tongue, some of it painting your face. You give a little moan and giggle of your own, staring up at him with wide eyes as your curl your tongue back into your mouth, giving a pleased hum. You finally take in your much-needed breath, your body going limp, head hanging off the edge of the bed completely, blood rushing that way. But with the heartbeat currently residing in your clit, you could sacrifice some blood rush in the other direction.
Stephen gently cups the back of your head and helps you sit up. With a wave of his hand a rag appears, which he uses to gently wipe over your messy face. You give little whines, regrettably already feeling overstimulated. Stephen shushes you gently and crawls into the bed, laying down and holding his arms open in invitation. He had gotten good at reading you. There were very fine lines between when you were ready to go again, needed a second, and were totally done for the night. At the moment it seemed to him you only needed a little break after the abuse of your mouth, and he was more than happy to comply despite his still aching cock.
You crawled over and went to lay down. But he held up a hand and magicked a water bottle into existence, popping open the cap and nodding to it expectantly. You gave a little pout but sat up, taking slow, careful sips. When he was satisfied, he took the bottle from you and held his arms open once more. You laid down on him, wrapping your arms around his neck, hearing as he gave a little chuckle. You snuggled into the crook of his neck and inhaled the scent of his shampoo deeply. Stephen ran his hand over your head gently, the other rubbing soothing circles on your back.
“You did so good for me, Baby Girl. Being such a good girl for me tonight. My best girl.” He whispers
Your heart fluttered and you asked shyly, “Your best girl?”
“Yes, Baby, always.” You give a pleased little hum and he chuckles, “Yeah? You like being my best girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.” You agree
“Good.” He smiles into the top of your head, “Are you okay? Was I too rough with you?”
“No, sir.” You shake your head
“You sure?” He questions, “I feel like you’re feeling sleepy already.” You’re quiet for a moment too long and Stephen encourages, “That’s alright if you are, you know?”
You give a little shrug, “S’just like I said earlier. I haven’t been sleeping well. I guess I’m a little tired.” You huff, “But I’m also horny now.”
Stephen laughs and considers for a moment before offering, “Why don’t you let Daddy take care of you? Let him do all the work tonight and then we’ll go straight to sleep.” Stephen shifts hi hips a bit, “I don’t know if you can tell, but he’s still horny too.”
You let out a sweet little giggle, “But I’m supposed to—“
“Do whatever I ask.” He cuts you off, “And I am asking you to let me take care of you. Can I do that?”
You lift your head up and search his eyes, chewing on your bottom lip, “Are you sure…”
“I’m positive, Sweetheart.” Stephen agrees, running his hands over the curve of your waist, “I just wanna’ take care of my Baby. Whatever she needs. You’ve been so good to me.”
“You’re good to me too.” You return softly, reaching up and gently tracing the outline of his goatee
“I try.” He returns, leaning up and placing a gentle kiss on your lips
You return the kiss softly, letting him lead, following wherever he bids you. His tongue licks at the seam of your lips and you part them, letting him in willingly. Stephen wraps his arms around you tight, pressing your chest firmly against his own, his cock jumping against your hip. You give a needy little whimper that drives Stephen crazy. All the noises you made for him, and that soft, sweet, innocent sound is always what made him wild.
He pulls away and instructs, “Roll off me and lay on your back.” He pats the bed beside him, “Wanna’ nurse on that pretty little clit for a while, is that okay?”
As an answer you roll off of him and onto the mattress, spreading your legs wide. Stephen grins and sits up, shifting over between your legs. 
“Wait!” You stop him before he sets to work. You sit up and take a pillow from the side of the bed and lean down, situating it under your hips and explaining, “Now you don’t have to crane your neck as far.”
Stephen’s heart gives an odd little flutter and he compliments, “See, Sweetheart? You always take such good care of me. Just gonna return the favor.” He places a gentle kiss on your inner thigh and your hips give a little wiggle, “Just let me know what feels good. I’m gonna’ be nice and gentle with you, okay? You tell me when you want more.” He leans down, his breath fanning across your folds before checking, “How many times do you wanna cum tonight? I don’t want to overstimulate you.”
You mull it over before saying, “I wanna cum at the same time as you… when you’re inside me.”
He nods, “Alright. Just lay back and enjoy this for me, Baby Girl.”
Stephen pressed his face into your right thigh, kissing your thigh, his goatee tickling your skin. He ran his hand across the other one, squeezing at the soft flesh. He loved how soft you were. You were sweet, all soft slopes and gentle curves. He would worship the ground you walked on— praise you like the goddess you are. You gave a soft sigh as Stephen’s lips wrapped around one of your lips, suckling softly. Your hips shifted beneath him and he wrapped his arms around your thighs to hold you still. He moved to the other lip and gave it the same attention before pressing kisses to your other thigh. He kept his eyes on your glistening cunt, your arousal shining, your clit swollen and needy.
“You have such a pretty cunt, Baby.” He murmurs, “Could stare at her for hours.”
You give a little giggle as he nips at your thigh and remind him, “I know. You have. It was torture.”
“It was worth it in the end.” He argues, kissing your mound, “Never seen you squirt like that before.”
“Didn’t know I could.” You hum, “It felt nice.”
“Think I’ll figure out how to do it again one day. I wanna learn how to make you do it again.”
“It was the toy. That one that hits my clit and g-spot at the same time.”
“Hm… noted.” He hums, “Now close your eyes and relax, Baby Girl.”
Stephen waited until he saw you lay your head back before leaning down and took your clit between his lips. He was gentle, carefully suckling on the nub. You got overstimulated by too much suction on your clit, but it also tended to be what would send you over the edge. You gave a soft moan as Stephen’s lips parted and he started lapping at your clit. You loved having Stephen’s head between your legs. His skill with oral had range. Some nights he was ravenous, eating you like a man starved. Tonight, he was taking his time, doing what you loved. He was making out with your clit. It was slow and sensual and wet. His hands trailing over your legs, squeezing at your hips, groping your ass.
His tongue moved constantly, swirling over your clit before trailing downward and diving into your hole. You’d never met a man who craved being between a woman’s legs like Stephen. It was how you started most nights, actually. He would shuffle between the sheets and stick his head between your legs until your hole was dripping with juices.  No one had ever spent their time taking you apart like Stephen did. It was like his personal mission was watching you fall apart. And you always did.
You reached down and thread your fingers through his hair, pulling gently. Stephen gave a soft groan. The vibration makes you shake, little whimpers falling from your lips. Stephen sticks his tongue in you and moves it in and out slowly, stretching you softly.
“Oh, God… that feels good, Stephen.”
He smiles to himself but doesn’t stop to reply. He was a man on a mission. He wanted to bring you right to the edge before he went inside you. He loved sliding into you and feeling your walls flutter around him. The idea alone had him grinding his hard on into the mattress looking for relief. Stephen ram his hand up your stomach to grab at your breast, toying lightly with you nipple, your hips rolling up into him.
Stephen pulls away to ask, “You feeling okay, Baby Girl?”
“Yes.” You murmur, “Please keep going, please.”
“Will you watch me Baby? Wanna see those pretty eyes roll back in your head while I nurse on your clit.”
Your face flushes, but you nod, lightly scratching at his scalp, “Yes, Daddy.”
Stephen grins and leans back down, his eyes watching yours as he runs his tongue over your clit. Your lips part to form an ‘o’ eyes fluttering closed before snapping back open to look at his. You let out a sharp gasp, turning into a moan as he works one finger slowly into your hole. He suckles gently on your clit, fireworks bursting behind your eyelids as he slides another finger easily into you.
“Holy—“ You gasp out, “Yes, yes, yes…. oh— fuck!” Your head dropped back despite your promise to watch him, but Stephen didn’t reprimand you, too busy trying to keep his perfect pace, too busy trying to make you see stars, “S-s-stephen… I’m gonna— don’t make me—“ You choke out
He pulled his mouth away, looking down at your pretty little pearl glistening with spit, swollen and throbbing, begging for relief. He slowly pulled his fingers from your hole and watched how it fluttered, placing a little kitten lick over it at groaning at your taste. He sat back on his knees and reach up, holding his fingers out to you. You opened your lips and he slid the long, scarred digits inside, smiling to himself as you suck at them softly.
“Tell me how good that tastes…” He murmurs
“Tastes good.” You reply, pulling away from his fingers, arching your back as he trails the wet digits to your nipple, squeezing gently, “Will you fuck me to sleep, Daddy?” You ask softly
“That’s the plan.” Stephen says, running his hands down to your legs and spreading them nice and wide, “Hold your legs back for me until I get settled. Daddy wants to get nice and deep in this little pussy. Gonna fuck you nice and slow and deep… how’s that sound?”
You nod eagerly and hook your hands behind your knees, pulling them back to your chest, trying to control the flush on your cheeks at the way his eyes snap back and forth between your cunt and tits presented perfectly between your legs. He runs his hands over your thighs, shifting his hips forward, rubbing his tip between your folds. You shift impatiently and Stephen smiles down at you, tapping his head against your clit a few times. 
You whine, “Steph… don’t tease me, please.”
 “Okay, okay.” He agrees, “I’m sorry, you just look so pretty squirming.”
You pout up at him, “You’d think I’d look prettier with it actually in me.”
“You are such a needy little baby.” He chides, directing his tip to your entrance and pushing in only a bit before removing it, “So impatient for Daddy’s cock, when you know he’s gonna’ give it to you anyways.”
“Please put it in.” You plead, “Please, please, please….”
“Fuck.” He groans, taking your face between his hand with a grin, smooshing your cheeks together, “Beg for me again.”
“Please give me your dick, Daddy. Please give it to me slow and deep like you said you would. I want it so bad.”
“Oh, I know.” Stephen pouts back, sliding in slow, watching your mouth fall open, “My Baby Girl likes it when I get nice and deep in this pretty little fuck hole. That’s all she is, isn’t it? Just my pretty little fuck doll, desperate for Daddy’s cock.”
Tears well in your eyes from the stretch. It felt magnificent. Stephen always felt amazing, but nothing beat having him slide in slow, the pleasureful torture of his cock stretching you inch by inch, rubbing against your walls, making your eyes roll back in your head. It felt like heaven. 
“All yours.” You manage to breathe out, stars bursting behind your eyelids, already feeling cock drunk
Stephen kept his hands on the backs of your thighs, watching as he slid into your heat little by little, your walls wrapping him in a warm, welcomed bliss. He gave a deep moan that reverberated around the large bedroom as he settled in you completely. He watched your eyes close, a sigh of relief escaping your lips. He looked back down and watched as he pulled out, your walls gripping his cock like a vice. He brought one hand down, resting it on your mound and fingering over your clit carefully. Your tits bounce gently with each thrust, held in the perfect frame by your legs pushed up to your shoulders. 
“Look at my beautiful girl. Such a good girl for me. You feel so good, you know it?”
You give a lazy sort of smile,  “Thank you, Daddy.”
Stephen leans down and presses his lips to yours. You accept gratefully, opening your lips, begging his tongue to tangle with your own. It does in a slow, sensual pace to match his thrusts into your weeping heat. Stephen’s head spun with every little whimper that fell from your lips. He never felt better than knowing he was making you feel good. It was the most important mission he’d had in years.
He moves his arms, wrapping them beneath your shoulders, holding you close in a hug, his face buried in your shoulder. The soft groan and the muttered, ‘fuck, that’s it Baby,’ he whispers in your ear sends your skin prickling. You wrap your legs around his back, locking your ankles, your heels digging into his ass. The simple action made Stephen feel almost feral. It was such a simple act, such a simple thing, such a small bit of intimacy that triggered something primal in him. 
“God, I just wanna be deeper.” Stephen grunts out, “Wanna make myself at home inside of you, Sweetheart. Can’t get enough of you.”
Stephen was balls deep in you, and the fact he wanted more had your heart thundering. You could feel his balls against your ass, his arms wrapped around your back, his hands gripping your shoulders, his hot breath, and his pleasured moans in your ears. He sounded so fucking pretty, he felt so damn good, it was all so intense and intimate.
“S-stephen…” You whimper, “Oh my God, you feel so good.” You tangle your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck, pulling gently at the soft locks, “Steph, kiss me, please.” You ask
Stephen replied immediately, trailing kisses from your shoulder, up to your neck, along your jaw, and ending on your lips. Kissing you softly, over and over again. He opened his eyes to find you staring up at him, dazed and beautiful looking. Stephen shifted ever so slightly and watched as your mouth popped open, a beautiful little gasp leaving your lips, your eyes rolling back in your head making him smile.
You stutter out the second you catch your breath, “R-right there, D-daddy. Right there, please. It feels— Jesus, that’s it.” 
“Oh? Did I find that good spot, Baby Girl?” Stephen smirks, placing another soft kiss on your parted lips
“Mhm.” You hum out happily, dazed and consumed with euphoria
“You gonna’ cum on my cock? Cream all over Daddy’s dick like the good little girl you are?”
“Yes, Daddy. Please let me cum. Please…” 
“Don’t worry Baby, I got you.” He soothes, “You don’t have to ask tonight, just do what feels right, okay? It’s about you, Sweetheart. Cum for me when you’re ready.” He whispers against your lips, “You know I love watching you hit that high. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He brushes your hair behind your ear gently, “My Baby looks so pretty wrapped around me coming undone.”
“You just make me feel so g-good.” You murmur
And it was true. It was different with Stephen. It was like floating on air. You felt so well cared for, even when it was rough, even when it was too much. And right now, it was none of that, and you were in a complete state of euphoria. You’d never done drugs, but you were certain this was better. You couldn’t fathom letting him go, you could only hold him tighter.
“You know what I think feels good?” Stephen smiles to himself, knowing just how to send you over the edge
“Hm?”
“When you let me blow my load straight into this pussy. Think about how deep it’s gonna be this time, Sweetheart. You’re gonna take it all for me, yeah? We don’t wanna waste any, wanna make sure you’re stuffed full.” He grunts, “Gonna stuff you full tonight, and tomorrow, and the next day, and one more time before you leave for class Monday morning.” He smirks, “Imagine how wet you’ll be in class then. My cum dripping out of you, horny little mess daydreaming about my cock stuffed down your throat again.” He gives a soft growl, “My nasty, perfect  little girl.”
“I’m…” You murmur, vision going blurry as the tingling feeling begins creeping up your back, your toes curling, “M’gonna… please, with me.”
“Yeah? Go ahead. Cum, Baby Girl. Let me see you let go. I’m right there with you.”
Your nails dig into his back, your hips rolling up to meet his own as your orgasm rocks through you. You give a small cry, the noise traveling straight to his cock, his balls getting tight, his release starting as soon as your walls contract from your own release. He let out his own moan, straight into your ear, only making your pussy clench around him harder. His release felt so warm and right inside you.
“Oh, God, that’s so good.” You mutter, pulling at his hair, your emotions overwhelming you quickly “Stephen…” You sob out
Stephen ruts against you softly a few more times. He can feel you clinging harder to him, your arms wrapping around his back, your legs refusing to let go. Not that he minded— not in the least— but he knew what was happening. It had only happened twice before, both of those times after very physically demanding rounds for you. 
The first time had been during one of your early throat training sessions. He would use your mouth for hours on end. You’d been physically okay, it was simply you and Stephen neither one had been prepared for the mental toll it would take on you. And he’d been very understanding, as had you. That was the strange part about your arrangement— typically, from what Stephen had found out— at least one party had previous experience. That wasn’t true in your case. You were both learning as you went. And Stephen had gotten you in some cozy clothes, held you for the next few hours, talked you down with soft-spoken words of affirmation, and fed you well… he’d taken the most amazing care of you. 
The second time it’d happened, he had you tied down to the bed and overstimulated you past your limit… you’d had to use your safe word for the first time. You’d been practically incoherent for a few hours after the fact, and Stephen untied you immediately, breaking his rule of no magic on the weekends in his bedroom to get you out of the restraints as quickly as possible. He’d pulled you into his lap and covered the two of you in the comforter, rocking you back and forth softly, murmuring words of praise and reassurance.
‘That’s okay, Baby Girl.’
‘Of course I’m not upset. If you aren’t having a god time, I’m not having a good time.’
‘It’s okay to ask to stop.’
‘You did so good for me, I’m so proud of you for using the safe word.’
‘You’re okay Sweetheart. You’re such a good girl for me, you know?’
He’d looked farther into it and from what he could tell, you were experiencing subspace. Heightened emotions, incoherence, and feelings of euphoria. But that also meant it could turn around and cause the reverse of all of that. And typically, it was the dominant’s job to control the subspace and care for their sub in the aftermath of the fall, but because it was all so new, he hadn’t known at the start. So, in the last few weeks, he’d done plenty of research on the subject to prepare himself for subspace and the possible fall. He was feeling good about it this time.
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Stephen pulls his head away from the crook of your neck to check, “Hey, Baby Girl?” You don’t answer, looking up at him with big eyes. He smiles and runs a hand over the top of your head gently, “Can Daddy pull away? He’s not going anywhere right this second, he just doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You give a little nod after some consideration and Stephen pulls out of you gently, rolling over on his back and asking, “You wanna come lay with me, or do you need some space for a minute?”
You blink harshly and swallow hard before saying, “I just need a second…”
“That’s okay, Baby.” Stephen agrees, “Can I go get something to clean us up? Get you some comfy clothes to put on?”
“Yes.” You say
“Perfect, thank you.” Stephen smiles softly, “Give me one minute, okay?”
You nod and Stephen rolls carefully off the bed, walking into the bathroom, and grabbing a washcloth. He lets the water run until it’s warm, checking the temperature to make sure it doesn’t get too hot. While he’s waiting, he takes the time to wash himself off and freshen up a bit for you. Just some water over his face, deodorant refresh, no new cologne in case it would overwhelm you. He wets the cloth down and wrings it out, grabbing another dry towel to pat you down. When he walks back into the bedroom he smiles seeing you cuddled up with one of his pillows, little eyes fluttering open and closed.
“Move to the edge of the bed for me, Sweetheart.” You give a little whine of protest and Stephen reasons, “I gotta’ clean you up, Baby. We have to make sure you don’t get an infection. And then I’m gonna’ put you in some comfy clothes, and I can either lay here with you, or I can go sit by the fire and read, or I can go to my office if you need some time alone. Okay?”
You give a little snort, but roll over, spreading your legs for him. He gives a little chuckle and wipes over your face first, your nose scrunching, another whine of protest. He then wiped over your chest and stomach, down and over your vulva carefully, making you squirm, a little squeak leaving your lips.
“I know, I’m sorry.” Stephen soothes patting you dry, “But all done now. Let me get you a tee and…” He pretends to consider for a moment asking, “What about a skirt? You wanna wear a skirt to sleep?” You give a little giggle and shake your head no, “How about… some jeans?”
“No.” You smile shyly
“No? How about… my boxers?”
“Hmm… no thank you.”
He nods, “Sweats?”
“Yes, please.” You agree happily
“Perfect. Be right back.”
Your eyes follow Stephen as he walks over to his dresser, first pulling out a pair of briefs for himself. He then goes to the closet and pulls out a sweatshirt and a pair of sweats. As he walks back over to the bed, you sit up without having to be asked.
“Thank you for sitting up for me, Baby. That’s so good.” He compliments
“Thank you, Daddy.” You smile up at him, holding up your arms as he holds out the sweatshirt
He then pulls on the sweats carefully before walking back over to his drawers and pulling out a sweatshirt for himself. He turns around to find you sitting on the edge of the bed, arms held out to him, grabby hands in full effect. He chuckles and walks back over, your arms immediately wrapping around his waist, your chin resting on his abdomen as you stare up at him with big eyes. He runs a hand over the top of your head, smiling down at you.
“You did so well for me tonight, Baby Girl. I’m so proud of you. Thank you.”
You snuggle your face into his tummy and smile to yourself, “You’re welcome.”
“Now, what do we want to do?” You pause, little hands grabbing at the back of his sweatshirt, “Can I lay down with you? I think it’s time to go to sleep. I want you to get some rest.”
“Will you talk to me while I fall asleep?” You ask
“Of course, Baby.” He agrees, reaching over and pulling back the comforter, “Come get comfy.”
You crawl over and bury yourself under the comforter, smiling up at Stephen as he tucks you in. He crawls into the bed and lies down next to you, letting you shuffle over and curl up next to him like a little cat. Stephen wraps his arms around you and runs his hands over your back slowly. Your eyes immediately start growing heavy, exhaustion catching up with you quick.
“How are you feeling?” He asks
“I’m tired.” You murmur back
“Yeah? How about physically? Is anything hurting?” You shake your head no, “Are we just feeling tired now?”
“Tired and confused.” You admit, “Everything is just so much.”
Stephen nods and kisses the top of your head, “Life does that sometimes, huh?”
“It sucks.” You huff
“I know it.” Stephen says, “But I hope you know, I want to help you through it, okay? Whatever is best for you.”
“That’s… sweet…” You murmur, “Thank you.”
Stephen smiles softly to himself, “Alright. Go to sleep, Sweetheart. I’ll be right here if you need anything.”
“G’night.” 
“Good night.”
Stephen waited until your breathing evened out, soft, incoherent whispers as you drifted off to sleep. He kept his arms around you holding you close. He wanted to fall asleep with you in his arms so he’d know the first thing when you woke up. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head and closed his own eyes, letting himself drift off.
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Kinktober 2023 - Day 6
Sex Tape with Doctor Stephen Strange
"A Picture Is Worth 1000 Words"
Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!
Summary: You are feeling self-concious & down on your appearance, but Stephen has an unconventional idea of how to make you realize how sexy & beautiful you really are.
Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - body image issues, voyeurism & exhibitionism via photo & video, dirty talk, swearing, pet names, oral sex, creampie, vaginal sex, slight daddy kink, a bit of fluff & a little angst.
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You weren't even sure what had triggered your self-image issues at the moment. Honest to God, you were just sitting in bed watching a YouTube video, pursuing the sidebar recommended videos when you started comparing yourself to other people.
It didn't matter if it was just a random ad or a promo for a TV show. You started sizing yourself up to all the actresses, models, and even some normal people. No matter who it was, you felt you couldn't compare.
Your stomach was too big. Your butt was too small. You were too short. Too plain looking. Hell, sometimes you weren't even sure how you compared to average. You didn't think you were hideous, but you forever felt like the ugly duckling. Like the potential to be beautiful was there. It just never blossomed. Or, like you sabotaged being pretty by not having enough restraint to eat better or lose weight. 
For once in your life, you wanted to be the bombshell. You were too weird to be the girl next door. You always fell into the quirky/cute and funny category. People fell for you once they got to know your personality, but you knew that never once had you stopped a guy dead in his tracks across the room. 
In an effort to make yourself feel smaller, you dug around for your massive old sweatshirt. The one you wore whenever you were feeling sad. The material had piled up in places, and it was starting to get holes in others, but the super stretchy material still felt just as big and cozy as if it was brand new. The dark eggplant purple color was also somehow soothing compared to the mostly blacks and grays of your daily wardrobe.
You had settled back in, deep in your own thoughts, when your partner entered the bedroom. You had been with Doctor Stephen Strange for a while now. Long enough that you had more or less informally moved into the Sanctum. You got to spend more time with Stephen and didn't have to pay rent. It was a win-win. The only downside was that you couldn't hide from him when your inner demons reared up. 
You didn't even realize he had been talking to you as he changed out of his sorcerer's robes and into his sweats for bed. It wasn't until he sat down in front of you and lifted your chin up to look directly at him that you realized you weren't paying any attention to a thing he was saying. 
"What's wrong, sweetie?"
You hated the genuine concern on his face. He spent his days literally saving the universe, and here you were trapped inside your own spiraling thoughts. 
"Nothing is wrong."
You said it while staring down at your hands. You were never good at hiding things from Stephen when you were face to face.
"Even if I wasn't a brilliant doctor, MD, and PhD, I know that's your 'I'm sad' sweatshirt. So something is definitely wrong." 
You closed your eyes and shook your head, trying to jiggle loose the thoughts that were waying you down. Not wanting to waste Stephen's time with your shallow worries. Yeah, he was your boyfriend, but he had plenty more vastly important things to do than talk you off a self-image cliff.
"It's stupid, Stephen."
"Don't care. You've listened to me say stupid stuff plenty of times. This just makes us one closer to even."
You rolled your eyes at him, and you knew he wasn't about to give up. Stephen was the most stubborn person you had ever met. In fact, his stubbornness was part of why he pursued you for so long before you finally agreed to go out with him. If he was set on finding out what was bothering you, nothing would stop him until you told him.
So after another moment of trying to get him off the topic, you finally relented and told him what had you feeling down. Shrinking down farther into your sweatshirt as you spoke, fumbling for the right words. Letting the cozy fabric serve as its own kind of armor.
"I don't even know what got me thinking it, but I'm just feeling down on myself. That there just isn't anything about me physically that is special. I don't think I'm ugly, I just don't get why you bothered to even give me a second glance. Let alone what keeps you interested. You are the great Doctor Strange. You are so hot, Stephen, and I'm just me. I'm just plain. I'm chubby with stretch marks. You are gorgeous. You could literally be with the most beautiful women in the world."
You could see him almost flinch when you called yourself plain and that you doubted how enamored he was with you. Even if he knew it was only a passing thought, he never wanted you to question his love for you. Ever.
When it took a few moments for him to say anything in response, you immediately started to take it all back. Not wanting to drag him down into your funk with you.
"See, I shouldn't have said anything, I'm just having a bad night and -" 
Stephen cut you off with a passionate kiss. The kind of kiss that could make you forget your own name. Cupping your face in both of his hands before pulling away from your lips to place several more small kisses on your forehead and in your hairline. Gradually adjusting so he could pull you closer and wrap his arms tighter around you.
"First of all, I love you so much you don't even know. So don't think for one second I would rather be with anyone else. Second of all, I know that you don't necessarily see what I see when you look in the mirror, and you don't even have to believe me, but you are gorgeous. Do you not see that half the other guys practically trail you around like puppies? Rogers turns bright red when you smile at him, and it's a wonder Barnes and Wilson haven't followed you home like strays yet."
That made you laugh. You did know Steve had harbored a crush on you before you started dating Stephen. Tony had let that spill one night after a party. Both Sam and Bucky were such flirts all the time with everyone. Of course, they always acted sweet on you. You assumed it was just them or their way of being nice. You would have to pay better attention next time you saw them, though. Just to see. 
"If one of them does follow me home, can I keep him?" 
You squinted your eyes and pouted your lips at Stephen. You loved giving him a hard time, and he loved giving you one right back.
"Absolutely not. Even if they scratch and howl at the door all night long. I'm the only one who gets to keep strays, and that only applies to America. On a good day, maybe Parker."
You giggled and shook your head in agreement. America was definitely a great addition to your little family. It did lift your spirits a little thinking about all of that, but it still didn't leave you feeling better about yourself. 
Stephen could see the way you were picking at the skin on your hands. Like you were trying to pick away the self-consciousness or what you felt were imperfections. It was a habit he noticed you fell into when you were extra hard on yourself. So, in an effort to distract you and stop you from picking at your skin, he took one of your hands in both of his.
"Do you remember the day you held my hand the first time? Do you have any idea how terrified I was? I was terrified that you were suddenly going to realize how broken and ugly my hands are. How damaged I am, and realize just how below your own league you were dating. Still are, by the way, so maybe I shouldn't say anything. You are the sexiest most beautiful woman I have ever met, inside and out. Every inch of you is incredible and perfect to me. I thought that before you even said a word to me, and getting to know you, and falling in love with you has only made me more sure. There is no one in this universe I could ever find sexier or more special."
"Tell you what, I have an idea..." 
Stephen stood up from the bed, moving over to shut the bedroom door. Throwing the lock, too. Now that you had a teenager running about the Sanctum, it was better safe than sorry. Then, he pulled his phone from his pocket. Setting it on airplane mode as he walked back over to you.
"How about I show you what I see? Give you some actual physical proof of how beautiful you are? A picture is worth a thousand words. I imagine some more revealing, naughty photos would be worth even more."
You chuffed at him and raised a questioning brow at his suggestion. 
"Stephen, are you seriously suggesting that I let you take naked photos of me as a way of making me feel better about myself? Are you sure that isn't just gonna make you feel better?" 
His signature cheeky grin was plastered on his face, and his bright blue eyes were twinkling with mischief.
"Can't it do both? Besides, you know I've asked before for something I can enjoy when I can't have you with me, and I think you look perfect right now. Already in our bed. Already cozy and dressed for bed. Few layers to take off. This is the you I want to see when I'm not here with you."
He came over to where you were still sitting on the bed. An extra swagger in his step and a grin because of the blush you were now sporting. He started to pull teasingly at the hem of your sweatshirt with the hand he didn't have his phone in.
"Come on, take this off. I want you to see how sexy you are. I promise I will let you delete them if you want, although I certainly wouldn't mind keeping a couple for myself, but I want you to see how you look when it's just you and me. Right here, in this bed. The version of you that only I get to see, at least I do hope it's only me. A woman who puts all those supermodels and Playmates to shame. Even first thing in the morning. A goddess if one ever existed, even with bedhead and morning breath." 
Layer by layer, you let Stephen slowly strip off your clothes and arrange you on the bed. His fingers and lips adoring every new inch of skin that he exposed before proceeding to take picture after picture. Lovingly caressing every spot you deemed less than perfect. Letting him talk you through pose after pose. Some were simple and basic, normal poses. Some a bit more sultry with little left to imagine. The less clothing remained, the more bold he got with your poses. 
As your impromptu photoshoot went on, he also tried to distract you from feeling self-conscious about your body coming into view. Sometimes, by making you laugh. Sometimes, by getting a goofy look on his face as he just kind of stared at you. Almost awestruck. 
"You really have no idea how much I fantasize about you, do you? How much of my day I spend trying not to think about you? How when we first started dating, I felt like a teenager trying to control his raging hormones because all I could think of was this. What it would be like if I got the privilege to get this beautiful, incredible woman naked in my bed. That I swore if I got you here, I would never let you leave. I hate that someone ever made you feel like you are anything less than gorgeous, whether in your ratty sad sweatshirt or all dressed up. Although, this, no clothes at all, is definitely my personal favorite."
You tried not to tear up at his genuine sweetness. You could feel your cheeks blushing at his statement, too. You buried your face into the pillow you were holding before softly turning and peeking out at him from the side. Only to find him waiting for the moment you locked eyes with him to take a photo. 
In a sudden burst of confidence, you bit your bottom lip and rolled onto your back. Letting the entirety of your body be on display. Laying back and resting your head on the pillow and stretching your arms up overhead, your legs spreading on their own. You closed your eyes and arched your back as you inhaled deeply. Like you were a cat basking in the warmth of the sun. 
Your mind was completely clear of all thought until you heard a stuttered breath from your lover. It was a sound you had never heard Stephen make before. It sounded like he was looking at a priceless piece of art or one of the seven wonders. He sounded like he was in awe. Like he was in awe at the sight of your body and your beauty.
You were about to dismiss his, what you were sure had to be, over embellished praise, but then you opened your eyes. You were rendered speechless by the look of utter wonder on his face as he let his cerulean blue eyes wash over every inch of you. For possibly the first time, you saw him really seeing you, and it melted any remaining self-doubt you had in that moment.
You immediately reached out to pull Stephen to you. Wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him sweetly. Rubbing your nose against his and whispering loving thanks against his lips.
"Thank you, Stephen. I love you, and even though I don't necessarily see what you see, you always make me feel beautiful. Why don't we take a few pictures together, or maybe a video or two? Maybe I want something for when you aren't here too." 
Stephen's eyes darkened at the suggestion. You had your suspicion that Stephen had a bit of an exhibition kink. You had sent each other pics before, a short video clip or two, and sexted all the time. You knew the idea of filming the two of you fucking would intrigue him. A wicked smile found it's way to his face. 
"Oh sweetheart, you have no idea how many times I've thought of you asking that or that I've thought of asking. Are you really okay with filming us fucking? Of course it's just for the two of us. Sorcerer's honor. " 
Stephen started trying to fiddle with the phone, trying to figure out the best way to set it up to film the two of you. Finding it hard to concentrate after you started leaving kisses on his neck. Stopping to bite and suck at the spot just below his earlobe before continuing to whisper his darkest desires in his ear.
"Well, Stephen, actually the idea does get me a little hot. Maybe if the video turns out really good, a few seconds or minutes can get leaked to a naughty site or two. Anonymously, of course. I don't want to share you with any other woman, but I wouldn't mind showing off all the ways I worship you. Let everyone see how lucky I am. Maybe get some outside opinions of how we look together." 
Stephen's eyes practically rolled back in his head at the thought. He never would suggest it himself, but he kind of loved the sound of that. Of the world getting to see how good the two of you looked together. Of seeing how well you both fit together. How your bodies were made for each other.
He scrambled off the bed using the pile of books on the dresser to create a tripod to set up the phone. Hitting record and making sure the bed was centered in the frame before coming back to join you in the sheets again. He used his magic to strip himself of his clothes. If you two were going to make a sex tape, he was gonna put some extra showmanship in it.
You couldn't help but giggle as you reach your arms out towards him. Stepben didn't waste a minute before he started crawling up your body. Teasing and nipping at your bare skin and making sure to snuggle and rub his goatee against you. Your hands immediately grabbed in his dark brown hair, loving how soft and full it felt in your fingers. 
As your lips connected, you both groaned in pleasure. Your bodies grinding and rubbing. Letting your hands roam all over Stephen's body now that you had plenty of him to touch. You could feel Stephen's cock already erect between you. Truth be told, taking those photos of you had essentially acted as foreplay for him. He was ready to go by the time he was setting up the camera. 
You moaned when you felt his hard shaft slide against the crease of your hip, so close to your sex that was starting to ache for him. Your legs reflexively spread even more on the large bed, and your nails scraped down Stephen's sides. 
"Is there something you want, baby? Tell Daddy what you need."
A sly smile on his face as he spoke. Loud enough to make sure the camera heard. Descending back on you and starting to kiss your neck. Sucking a patch or skin into his mouth hard enough to ensure you would bear a mark the next day.
Your brain finally coming back into focus when he playfully bit the same sensitive spot. His bright blue eyes met yours, and he gave you a cheeky wink. 
"Come on, pretty baby. Don't get all shy on me now. Not after you let me take all those naughty pictures of you. Plus, this part was your idea, after all. So you better speak up."
A soft groan pulled from your throat as you arched your back and ran your hands up his strong arms. Letting your fingernails scrape along his shoulders. Leaving little red scratches marking him as yours. 
"Want you, Stephen. Want you to fuck me. Pretty please, Stephen. Fuck me like only you can, baby."
He rewarded you with a deep kiss, letting his teeth nip at your bottom lip before he started working his way down your neck. Stopping to whisper a "that's my good girl" in your ear before continuing down to your collarbones. Raising his voice once again so it would be audible on the video when he started speaking again.
"You know you are the only one I want to fuck right? This is the only body that gets me this fucking hard. Your's is the only pretty little pussy I dream about filling up every chance I get. Want you full of my cum all the time. Want everyone to know you're mine." 
You felt over the moon as Stephen started to kiss his way down your body. Stopping and spending a little bit of extra attention every time he hit a spot that elicited a gasp or moan. Making you arch your back to give him access to every inch of bare skin you could.
He momentarily popped back up to kiss your lips. Suddenly taking your hand in his and lowering it so you were cupping his hard length. Letting his hips rut forward as you started to eagerly massage his hard cock. Already moving to sit up, anticipating taking him in your mouth, only for him to push you back down on the bed.
"Nope, I'm not done with you, baby, lay back. Just wanted you to feel how hard you got me. Feel how much taking those naughty photos of you turned me on? And they are all mine to enjoy, just like my cock is all yours to enjoy."
With that, he promptly began working his way back down your body. Coming to rest between your thighs, pulling your legs up over his shoulders. Leaving small nips on the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh and rubbing his facial hair against your skin to tease you.
A soft "Stephen, please!" escaped from your lips as you impatiently waited for his lips and tongue to work their magic on you. Feeling your hips thrust on their own when you felt him blow against your wet cunt. Making your sex flutter and clench. One of his favorite sights. 
"Make sure you don't hold back any of those pretty noises darling, want to make sure everyone can hear. Look at the camera as I eat you out, baby." 
You followed his instructions and let your head turn to the side. Keeping your eyes open as you stared into the lens. Trying to fight the inkling of self-consciousness tugging at the back of your mind. 
Those thoughts vanished completely the moment you felt Stephen's warm tongue make its first pass through your folds. All you could focus on was the feeling of his mouth on you. The scratch of his goatee against your most sensitive spots. He was taking his time. Lavishing your cunt with long licks and sucking kisses.
Stephen was a perfectionist, and that translated into every aspect of his life. Including sex. His photographic memory helping to make sure he knew exactly what way to lick and suck at your pussy to bring you to climax in record time. Only using his fingers on occasion. He could get you there with his mouth alone. Tonight was clearly going to be one of those nights.
Your back arched as he suckled on your clit. Keeping your gaze locked on the camera lens. Making sure to give Stephen the sights and sounds he wanted for your video. A long moan falling when you felt his tongue thrusting in and out of you. Hitching your legs up higher and farther apart so he could go deeper while letting your hips start to rut against his face.
As soon as he could feel you getting close to orgasm, Stephen pulled away and pounced on you once again. Wasting no time before he started to slowly thrust his hard cock into you. His lips biting at your neck.
He growled when you whimpered at the feeling of his cock bottoming out inside you. Holding perfectly still and letting you start to squirm beneath him. Wanting you to beg him to move. 
"Tell me what you want. Want you to say it again. Say it to the camera, sweetheart. Tell them why you're whimpering."
Your face now contorted into a pout as you tried so hard to get any sort of friction. Stephen's hips pushed flush to yours, holding you firmly in place.
"Want you to fuck me, Stephen. Need you to fuck me hard. Make me feel good, daddy. Please make me cum. Please."
He smiled and kissed you deeply. Bringing his hands to cup your face and giving you another moment of sweet intimacy before he gave you what you wanted. Pulling away and pulling your legs up over his shoulders. Scooting you just a little so the camera would be able to see his cock stretching and filling you. Once he had you right where he wanted you he began thrusting. 
"You asked for it, sweetheart. You turn me on so fucking much. This is just gonna be the first time I make you cum tonight. I'm not gonna stop until you feel like a goddess. My goddess." 
You reached up to intertwine you fingers with his as he started fucking you harder. Leaning forward so your ass was slightly lifted up off of the bed and his tip was pummeling that sweet spongy spot on your front wall. Making you clench around him each time he hit it. Your voice coming out in little squeaks and the sound of skin slapping punctuating Stephen's movements. 
You could already feel your orgasm building when Stephen moved to bring one hand down to begin rubbing at your clit. Pulling his cock out long enough to smear some of your wetness on the swollen bundle of nerves. Your cunt immediately clenching around him as he started tracing small circles there with his thumb. 
"That's it, my love. Can feel you getting close. You better cum soon because I'm not gonna be able to hold on much longer. Wanna fill you up every day. Mark you as mine. Inside and out. Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum."
Stephen's own dirty talk getting the best of him. His head dropping down to watch his cock slamming in and out of your drenched cunt. Your pussy gripping tight around him sending him over the edge. His thrusts getting faster and his fingers on your clit mirroring his hips.
He let out a deep groan as he started cumming inside you. The feeling of his warm thick cum filling you triggering your own orgasm. Your cunt drenching his cock and his cum filling you completely. Your moans mingling in harmony with Stephen's. Your hands that were still clasped gripping each other tighter. 
Stephen's body falling onto yours and your lips meeting for slow, sweet kisses as your highs continued to ebb and flow. The sensations slowly fading as you came back down together. The feeling of Stephen's weight on top of you lulling you closer to sleep. All worries and neuroses disappearing and receding back into the depths of your mind. 
You were with Stephen, and Stephen loved you exactly as you were. He only had eyes for you, and he would love you no matter what. Even on days when you couldn't see your beauty, you knew he would help you to see it. Even when you didn't love yourself, he would give you enough love for both of you.
Eventually, Stephen rolled to the side and pulled you with him. Settling you under the covers and holding you close. Pressing kisses all over your face as you floated in the twilight space between waking and sleep. Not moving or pulling away until your breath settled into a steady rhythm that told him you were close to sleep.
Then Stephen stood up and went over to the phone. Stopping the recording and bringing the phone back over to the bed. Setting it down on his nightstand and purposely not setting his usual morning alarm. He wanted to sleep in with you tomorrow. He would deal with Wong later.
You were too exhausted to review the products of your photoshoot right now, but the next time you were feeling down or self-conscious, Stephen would be ready to show you just how beautiful you really were. If you still didn't believe him, maybe he would bring up the idea of an outside opinion like you suggested. You would have the world drooling over you, and he would get to gloat that you were all his.
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vickiee-mcmuffin · 7 months
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A helping touch
Word count: 3k
Pairing: Stephen Strange x Female Reader
Trope: Explicit Smut, Age gap (18+ Warning, Minors DNI)
A/N: I hope you like this little idea that came to mind. Thank you for helping me with ideas @strangelockd and gif credit goes to @thelostsmiles
Summary: You are intrigued by the new arrival at Kamar Taj. He has a scruffy appearance, but you offer to help him out when you find out why.
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You were one of the youngest people at Kamar Taj since you were in your early twenties, but you had quickly adapted to the environment. You had officially been enrolled there for just over two months. It all started when you lost your job. You didn’t have a single person to help you, so you had gone to Kamar Taj since there was nowhere else for you to go. All you had wanted was a little bit of help, but you ended up staying at Kamar Taj, learning the mystic arts.
Your time at Kamar Taj had pretty much flown by. You weren’t one to start drama or crave attention. You just liked to keep to yourself, getting all your training done. But that quickly changed when you had a new arrival at Kamar Taj. His name was Stephen Strange.
He was rather scruffy when you first saw him with his unkempt hair, but you still couldn’t help it when you stared at him. For a moment you had wondered if he was homeless and that he had visited Kamar Taj for a helping hand – just like you had done earlier. But it didn’t take you long to figure out that the story was completely different. You found out more about him after you introduced yourself to him one day, asking him why he was at Kamar Taj.
Stephen was nice to you. He had confessed to you that he had lost his job and his home after getting into a terrible car accident that damaged his hands. The accident was so bad that they had to put eleven stainless steel pins in his hands – not to mention all the nerve damage he had.
You had been beyond surprised when he told you that. That was news to you since he usually kept his hands covered up with a white cloth. You could only just barely see the faintest of scars on the tips of his fingers. You had also discovered that the accident was why Stephen looked all scruffy. Thanks to his hands being all damaged and hurt, he couldn’t really shave his beard or cut his hair since his hands shook so much.
The story shocked you. But part of you was glad that he felt comfortable sharing his past with you…
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It was later that day that you decided to help Stephen out. He looked like he needed it and you just felt so bad for him. You were also certain that you had a little crush on him already.
Leaving your room that evening in nothing but your pyjamas, you moved to Stephen’s own room, making sure to walk as quietly as possible. You didn’t want to wake the masters up.
You knocked on the door, waiting a few seconds before you pushed it open. You found yourself blushing wildly when you saw Stephen standing before his mirror. All he had on were his shorts. He was doing his best to shave his beard.
“Sorry,” you said quickly when Stephen turned to look at you. “I’ll just go.”
“No,” Stephen said softly. “It’s okay. Come in.”
“Hi,” you said, voice all timid.
“Hey. What are you doing here?”
“I just wanted to come and help you out with your hair and your beard. I actually used to be a hairdresser before coming to Kamar Taj.”
Stephen smiled at you. “I’d like that very much, actually. If you’re sure you wanna do it, that is.”
“I am.” You shut the door behind you, moving closer to Stephen. Your eyes lowered and they landed on his hands, gasping when you saw how scarred they truly were. But it didn’t scare you. No. You just thought his hands looked so unique. “Do you have a chair so that you can sit down?”
Stephen nodded, grabbing a chair that had been sitting in front of his desk. He got it settled in front of the mirror, taking a seat.
You grabbed a pair of scissors that had been sitting on a small shelf by the mirror, but before you got to work, you wanted to know if Stephen was okay with what you were about to do.
“Do you trust me?” you asked softly.
Stephen nodded. “I do.”
Grabbing the towel that had been hanging on one of Stephen’s shoulders, you wrapped it around him. Your fingers pulled at his hair, running your digits through his locks before you began to cut the length off. Thick strands hit the floor as you cut here and there, doing your best to keep everything even. It didn’t take you long to get his hair down to a length you thought he’d be happy with. Exchanging the scissors for a brush, you carefully ran the brush through his hair, not stopping until the grey streaks in his hair were carefully tucked behind his ears. You swept back most of his hair so that it was to one side, finishing off the look so that it curled a little at the top, just above his forehead.
“Do you like it?” you asked nervously.
You watched him send you a smile, his eyes on your reflection in the mirror. “I love it.”
You let out a sigh of relief. “Do you still want me to do your beard?”
“Yes, please.”
“Hm, is there another chair I can sit in to do it? Might make it a bit easier.”
“Oh, no, sorry. There’s just this one chair.”
“Oh.”
Stephen said nothing for a long while. For a second you wondered if he had regretted choosing you to do his hair. But then he spoke up.
“You can sit on my lap,” Stephen offered. “If that’ll work.”
You felt your cheeks go red at the suggestion. But it did sound enticing. “Are you sure?”
“Of course. Only if you want to...”
“I don’t mind.” With that, you grabbed the electric razor from the dressing table – the one Stephen had been trying to use earlier. Then you moved in front of him, parting your legs and getting on his lap so that you could straddle him. After getting settled in Stephen’s lap, you looked down at him. “How do you want me to shave your beard? Do you want to be clean-shaven? Or something else?”
Stephen smiled at you. “I was thinking maybe a goatee would suit me.”
You smiled back at him, giving him a nod. Then you turned the razor on, the sound of the buzzing hitting your ears. Tilting your head, you began to get to work on his beard. There was a lot to get rid of. You moved the razor carefully along his skin, keeping Stephen’s vision in mind. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw Stephen close his eyes as you shaved off his beard.
To get a better angle, you shifted slightly. But that meant you were rocking your hips against him softly, and you suddenly felt Stephen’s hands grab your hips tight as he gasped.
But you kept moving, not stopping until the only facial hair Stephen had was his goatee. Turning off the razor, you moved to the side slightly so that Stephen could see his reflection properly.
“Well, what do you think?” you asked.
Stephen reached up, rubbing his fingers against his chin. “You did a really good job.”
“Thank you.” Leaning over, you sat the razor down, still sitting there in Stephen’s lap. You looked down at Stephen, taking in his face. You couldn’t believe how different he looked. He had gone from scruffy to… handsome. Really handsome. You’re gorgeous, you thought the words in your head.
“You are too, sweetheart,” Stephen mumbled.
Your eyes widened. You didn’t realise you had said it out loud. “Wait… Did I say that out loud?”
Stephen chuckled. “You did.”
But then you realised what Stephen had said. He had said that you were gorgeous. “Did you mean what you said? When… When you said that I was gorgeous?”
“I did mean it.”
It was quiet for a long moment – until Stephen slowly closed the gap to kiss you. Your cheeks felt hot as you felt his lips on yours, not quite sure how to react at first. All you could feel was shock. Finally, you were just about to kiss him back, and then you felt Stephen pull away.
“I’m sorry,” Stephen said, eyebrows furrowed. “I’m—"
But you cut him off and gave him a kiss right back. You moaned softly, feeling Stephen’s tongue push into your mouth, his big hands on your hips. You began to move your hips against him, forcing a groan from Stephen’s lips. You kissed long and hard, only for you to gasp when you felt Stephen’s hard length right up against you.
“I’m sorry,” Stephen mumbled when you noticed.
But he had nothing to be sorry for. You went back to kissing him, grinding your hips against him again. You were getting wet, your need for Stephen growing by the second.
“I want you to fuck me so bad,” you whispered into Stephen’s ear.
Stephen shifted so that he could look at you properly. “Are you sure? You know I’m older than you.”
“I’m definitely sure. Plus… I’ve always liked older men, anyway,” you said, voice light and teasing. You looked at Stephen carefully, seeing him blush at your words. So adorable, you thought.
“Fair enough,” he told you with a small laugh.
Soon his lips were back on you, and you hurriedly kissed him back. Your hands moved down to his shorts and Stephen sat up a little so that you could pull them down just enough for his cock to spring free. You couldn’t help but gasp when you got a look at him.
“Do you like what you see?” he wondered, a smirk on his face.
All you did was kiss him in response, and he kissed you right back. But you had to get up. Just for a second. Only so that you could pull down your pyjama shorts, letting them hit the floor. It didn’t take you long to get back on Stephen’s lap, kissing him again. The kiss lasted a good few minutes before Stephen pulled away from you.
“You gotta be quiet,” he instructed you.
You nodded. “I will be.”
Stephen nodded and you put your hands on his shoulders, lifting yourself up just that little bit so that the head of his cock could line up with your entrance. Then you slowly moved down onto him, the both of you moaning at the same time as you took him inside of you. You both moaned together and when you had every inch of him inside of you, you pressed your face into his neck. Slowly, you ground your hips against his, with Stephen’s big hands holding you tight.
You slowly rode Stephen, doing your best to stay quiet. Stephen was being quiet too as you lifted yourself up and then you brought yourself back down. You both moved together in unison, and you just loved the feeling of Stephen’s thick cock stretching you out.
But you couldn’t help but moan when you felt the tip of Stephen’s cock hit that sensitive spot deep inside of you. The sound was long and loud, your lips parted as you just let the noise out.
“Shh,” Stephen said.
You sent him a quick nod. You did your best to stay quiet, but it was just so hard.
“You feel so good,” Stephen said with a groan, his words low. “God, you feel so fucking good.”
You kept moving along his cock. Up and down, up and down. Stephen’s thick cock felt like heaven buried deep inside of you. The tip kept hitting that sweet spot, your eyes half opened as you rode his cock.
“Look at you,” Stephen said with gritted teeth. “You look so beautiful taking my cock. Mm, you look so pretty for me. All mine…”
“Oh, Stephen,” you let out, moving along Stephen’s cock faster. You needed to pick up the pace, letting his cock fill you up again and again. You could feel him throbbing inside of you and that just made it feel all the more better.
“I love how you say my name,” he grunted. “You sound so gorgeous saying my name like that. And fuck, you take my cock so well. So, so good. You feel perfect. I can’t get enough of this pussy.”
His words spurred you on and you found yourself just riding his cock faster, letting him stretch you out and fill you up. Squeezing his shoulders tight, you bounced on his cock wildly, your hands moving to his back as you scratched at him. Pure pleasure was taking over your body as you moved up and down, up and down. Even your toes started to curl as your pussy grew wetter, coating Stephen’s cock in your sweet juices. Stephen kept groaning underneath you as you rode him, clearly loving how you were working your pussy along his cock.
“Stephen, please,” you whined out.
“I know, sweetheart. I know it feels good. This little pussy feels so good wrapped around me,” he grunted. “Feels like it was made for me. I just wanna make you feel good. And I’m gonna make you feel even better now.”
Stephen suddenly reached down and grabbed your ass. Holding you tight, he began to pound into you from underneath. You cried out, the noise shrill and loud as he gave you every inch of his cock. You could feel his heavy balls slapping against you as he made you his.
“Stephen!” you cried out. “Mm, Stephen! Yes, yes, yes!”
“That’s it, gorgeous. Say my name. Scream it out. Look at your face. Look at how pretty you look taking my cock. My sweet, pretty girl.”
“Mm, Stephen, yes!”
Snapping your eyes open, you pressed your forehead to Stephen’s, staring right into his dark eyes as he fucked you. Your lips were pouted, mouth wide open as Stephen took you. He kept fucking you, kept giving you every single inch of his cock. Your pussy felt so wet as he slid in and out of you.
Stephen gave you a wink suddenly, and that was when he seemed to use every last bit of energy he had to take you. You gasped, feeling him thrust in and out of you wildly, his thick cock buried deep inside of you. It was the best thing you had ever felt. Nothing had ever come close to the pure, filthy pleasure that Stephen was giving you.
“Stephen, Stephen, Stephen,” you chanted. Your voice was laced with lust.
“Fuck, you feel so good. I can’t believe how good you feel, baby.”
He fucked you and took you, your pussy turning his thick cock all wet and sticky the more your pleasure grew. Moving your shaking hands, you grabbed at Stephen’s hair, yanking at his locks. Stephen seemed to like that as he groaned in response, his thick length literally twitching inside of you.
“I love how you feel,” Stephen grunted. “You have the tightest, little pussy. You feel so good wrapped around my cock. I love it. I love how you feel so much.”
You stayed put, right there on Stephen’s length as he kept fucking you from underneath. His cock slid into you so easily, his tip hitting that spot again and again. You knew he was going to make you cum soon. You could just feel it. The pleasure increased by the second, your heart racing as he thrusted into you at the perfect angle.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” you told him with a whisper. “Oh, Stephen!”
Stephen seemed to take that as a challenge, because before you knew it, his fingers were digging into your ass tighter as he took you, fucking you so fast and hard that you could barely believe it. He hit that spot. That sensitive spot. He hit it over and over, until your eyes shut tightly and your ears started to ring, and then it was it for you.
A second later, your orgasm took over. You couldn’t be quiet. You just couldn’t. You came right then and there, squeezing at Stephen’s cock. You were trembling from top to bottom as Stephen groaned deeply. You guessed that he could feel you clenching around him, his cock throbbing wildly as he pounded into you deep and hard, giving you all of his cock until he lost it.
He grunted, shooting his thick load right into you. “Oh, fuck. I’m cumming. I’m cumming for you, beautiful girl.” Stephen held you right up against him, holding you nice and tight. He kissed you softly. “You were amazing. So amazing, my beautiful girl.”
You couldn’t say anything. You just stayed there, the both of you trying to get your breathing back on track. But soon Stephen stood up, keeping you in his arms. You let out a whine when his cock slipped out of you. Stephen got you settled on the chair, pulling up his shorts.
“I’ll be back in a second,” he told you.
And he was. With a washcloth in hand, Stephen gently cleaned you up before tossing the material to the floor. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“I am,” you said, voice low. You were so tired.
He smiled down at you. “I should ask you to cut my hair again if this is what happens after. Also, that was a total of five out of five star hair cut right there. Great service.”
Chuckling softly, you slowly moved off the chair and put your shorts back on. “Well, I better get back to my room. I don’t want us to get caught together.”
“Okay, sweetheart.”
He leaned in close, giving you a slow kiss. You hummed against his lips, kissing him softly before making your way to his door.
“I’ll see you around,” Stephen offered, his voice warm.
You gave him a bright, satisfied smile. “Definitely.” With that, you made a quick and sneaky exit back to your bedroom, that same smile on your face. 
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floatingfireflies · 5 months
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Sinful
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NSFW: IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS!! NO MINORS.
Pairing: Stephen Strange x Stark Fem reader
Synopsis: The reader is Tony Stark's daughter (24) who is infatuated with Stephen Strange (42) he enjoys this and drives her crazy. An unfortunate circumstance leaves them 'stuck' in a broken elevator.
Warnings: Age gap relationship, Smut, Sarcastic egotistical Stephen, dirty talking, dd/lg relationship?? (more in part 2 if made)
Authours Note: I am in shock that I wrote something like this, I feel like I like writing soft fluffy stuff and I don't know where this came from but I'm not sorry. Potentially part 2????!?!/ I love you thank you for supporting me my loves <33
You could always tell when Stephen Strange was in a room you were in without even looking. He was the type of man who had one of those commanding prescenses, maybe it was his ego you thought to yourself. Either way, for weeks you had continuously been trying to block him out of the forefront of your mind. But no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't shake his presence. It was like he was a part of your subconscious, a part of you that you never wanted to acknowledge.
You knew that you had to find a way to cope with his presence or it was going to drive you crazy. You had to find a way to remove him from your thoughts. You had to find a way to make him go away. You could swear he knew how infatuated you were with him, how you’d drift off in meetings with thoughts of him racing through your mind. You wanted to wipe that god awful smirk off his face, and the way he looked at you like a starving wolf. That look terrified you, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your stomach flip. Fucking Christ.
He was 43 years old. The thick grey streaks that run through his tousled hair becoming prominent. He carried himself with an air of authority, his body language conveying strength and confidence. His eyes were sharp and focused, his expression serious and determined. You shook him out of your thoughts, standing in the empty elevator, holding a binder you were supposed to speak about at an avengers meeting. Something important about presenting to the Government. It was an important event, not the type of meeting you’d show up to in your training gear. Your eyes met his shiny leather dress shoes. Shit.
“Stark.” He confidently spoke in his baritone voice nodding at you, his scarred hand extending to hold the elevator open before he stepped in silently, standing tantilizingly close to you. Closer than any other coworker would.
“Oh. Good morning, Stephen.” You spoke back softly, anxiously tapping your foot. It wasn’t the meeting you were anticipating. You were met with silence as he pushed the button to go to the floor of the meeting you were both attending. The elevator slowly went up. 
“You seem nervous, Stark.” He looked straight ahead, not making eye contact with you. 
“Just not a public speaker, that's all.” You managed to squeak out. You could tell he was smirking, that sick bastard knew what he was doing. You couldnt. You were only 24, and here you stood head over heels for some magical doctor who’s ego towers over him. Suddenly the sound of clanging pipes could be heard followed by a deafening screeching. The elevator came to a halt, but the doors stayed closed. Stephen scoffed and hit the ‘Open door’ button. Nothing. He chuckled under his breath. 
“We can miss this meeting. Oh please no.” You started pressing the button as you panicked.
“Oh come on darling, it’s not as if this is the worst situation in the world, is it?” He stood facing you. Darling. Get fucked. 
“I don’t know what game you’re playing, Strange. Now could you just portal us out of here?” You checked your watch. “We’re 7 minutes late.”
“I don’t have my sling ring on me, not exactly something you bring to an all-important Government meeting, now is it?” You sighed, that sarcastic attitude would be the death of you. 
“Why don’t we just sit tight, mm? Nobody is going to come save you, they’re all busily writing notes on something some superfical United Nations member has to say.” He stared into your eyes, clearly unbothered. You nodded, what else could you do? You were stuck. Slowly backing against the metal back panel of the elevator, you slowly slid down in defeat, sitting on the cold metal with your legs stretched out. He did the same. 
“Wouldn’t want to dirty that suit.” You mumbled, annoyed that you were here, stuck with the last person you’d want to be in a confined space with. 
“Wouldn’t want to dirty that pretty little dress. Oh. That’s right, daddy will just buy you a new one, won't he?” He bit back. The upside of being Tony’s daughter had its perks, but many people mistook you for a spoiled brat. 
“What, you tight on money or something, Strange? Need me to spot you? Buy you lunch?” You scoffed. He laughed, loosening his tie and sighing from relief. You crossed your legs in response, he's almost your fathers age, why are you pressing your thighs together? Jesus - you thought to yourself. 
She looked over at him, his collar was turned up on one side after he loosened his tie. You leaned over the cold metal floors and reached him. 
“Oh here. Let me fix this for you.” You whispered, stumbling as you ended up straddling him as you fixed his collar, his hot breath fanning your face as you were inches away from eachother. 
“Hey pretty baby…” He whispered seductively. You were burning red, your mouth slightly parted as you sat there flushed and frozen. 
“Dont get all shy on me now, hm?” He laughed, his scarred fingers reaching to trace the side of your jaw. 
“Stephen.. We can’t. It would be wrong. This is sinful” You whispered against his lips. 
“Then why does it feel so right? I see the way you look at me. The way your breath hitches in your throat when I walk in front of you. The way you stumble over your words when you speak to me. Tell me this is wrong one more time, and I’ll leave.” He stated, looking at your lips and then gazing back into your eyes. You kept your eyes on him and your heart raced. You knew that what you were doing was wrong, but you couldn't help it.
You wanted to stay. He was hypnotizing, it was cruel. You launched closer into his embrace, kissing him passionately as if he was the last man you’d ever kiss. He groaned softly into your mouth in shock but quickly moved one hand up the side of your hips and the other was holding the side of your cheek.  You felt a warmth spread through your body as his lips moved against yours, and you felt yourself getting lost in the moment. You pulled away reluctantly, your heart still pounding as your eyes met his. 
He lingered there for a moment, and then his lips curved into a knowing smile as he slowly pulled away. He was aware of your attraction and you were both enjoying it. He rested both of his hands on your lower back, holding your hips as you were sitting in the same position. He slowly moved you forward, the friction was you were grinding on him creating warmth and longing to be touched. You were inexperienced, shy. No man had ever made you feel like this and you couldnt help but softly moan into his ear and he moved you. He did all the work, picking up the pace and praising you. 
“That feels good, huh baby? Oh fuck. Keep making those pretty noises for me.” He groaned, watching you sinfully as you rocked your lips back and forth against his lap. 
"Atta girl" he groaned in your ear.
“Oh Stephen..Shit.” You moaned, louder than before. He grabbed your waist, stopping you. 
“Keep moving, and I won't be able to stop. At least let me be a gentlemen” He scooped you up and slid his sling ring out of his coat pocket. 
“You dirty liar!” You scoffed in his arms as he opened a portal.
“Oh come on sweetheart, you know I always have it on me.” He chuckled, walking through the portal. You were in his bedroom. The dark oak panelled walls of the sanctum were glossy and rich. The 4 post bed was the star of the room, overshadowing everything else. He laid you down on the bed. Part of you expected him to be sweet and gentle with you, caring almost. It was almost as if he could read your mind. 
“I’m bad for you baby. I want to be selfish with you, I’ve wanted this for so long.” He said as he threw his suit jacket to the floor and the clinging of his unbuckling belt made you whine.
"Be a good girl for me, yeah baby?" You were about to lie on your stomach so he could unzip your dress, but without hesitation he knelt straddling you. He placed his scarred hands on the neckline of your dress and ripped it down the middle as if it was paper, leaving your breasts exposed. Holy fuck. This was going to be a long night.
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omgstarks · 4 months
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The Doctor Will See You Now (Stephen Strange x Reader)
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Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader
Summary: Nervous for your first ob-gyn visit, you meet the handsome Doctor Stephen Strange. As he guides you through the examination, a mix of anxiety and attraction brews.
Warnings: SMUT over 18+ ONLY, semi-public sex, creampie, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem receiving)
AN: Just had my first cervical exam so...
“Hi, I’ve got an appointment at 4:00.” You leaned against the counter while the receptionist behind it typed away at her computer.
“Your name?”
“Y/N, L/N”
“Great, I’ve checked you in. If you can have a seat, one of the doctors will come out and call you.” She gave you a reassuring smile. You took a seat in the waiting room. It was a cold, bright room that was illuminated with harsh LED white lights. In the background, played some local radio station. You were feeling anxious. It would be your first time seeing an ob-gyn, and the thought of being bare from the waist down to a complete stranger was intimidating, even more so if the doctor wasn’t a woman.
You looked around the room to see some other patients of all ages waiting. Mostly women, but a handful of men. It was nice to know some men actually cared about their sexual health.
You waited patiently as patients came and went, scrolling through Instagram to past the time or just sitting alone in your thoughts, periodically skipping through songs on Spotify. Suddenly, the big doors leading to the examination rooms swung open, and a man walked through, clipboard in hand. All eyes followed, hopeful to be the next one called.
The doctor, tall, with a slender figure and dark hair graced by white at his temples, wore navy blue scrubs beneath a white lab coat. He wore a face mask which he took off revealing a sharp jawline and high cheek bones.
“Y/N? Y/N L/N.” He spoke in a low baritone voice, scanning the room. You lifted your hand and quickly grabbed your things, standing up to meet him. His eyes met yours, and smiled.
“Hi, I’m Doctor Stephen Strange, and I’ll be conducting the examination and tests with you.”
“Hi,” you replied, a touch more nervous at the realization that your doctor was a man- even worse, an attractive one at that. He looked slightly older than you, probably in his late 30’s early 40’s But his clean-shaven face and styled hair, made him look younger.
“You can follow me this way.” He held the door open for you to walk through and led you down a hallway. You followed him, watching the white coat billowing behind.
“The room is just down here.” He motioned to the examination room at the end of the hall.
“Just take a seat in the blue chair by the computer, please.” You nodded and took a seat, scanning the room you were in. The room was small and sterile, with white walls and tile floors. A single circular window offered a view of the city below. 
On the wall by the door were a couple of large posters. One with the different forms of contraception and the other an infographic of the female reproductive system. Your eyes scanned the poster, and you felt a slight shiver run down your spine. You knew that this doctor would be examining your reproductive system in just a few minutes, and you couldn't help but feel nervous. He was an attractive man- a part of you just hoped you wouldn't embarrass yourself by doing anything inappropriate during your examination.
Doctor Strange sat at the computer, reading up on your record on the clipboard, and he cleared his throat and met your eyes.
“So, how are you feeling today?"
"Good. Just a little nervous." You admitted.
"That's understandable." Doctor Strange said. "But I promise that I'll make this as comfortable as possible for you." You nodded.
“I just have to ask you some questions before we start. Is that okay?”
“Yes.” You replied. He looked back to his computer and pulled up a long form.
“Can you recall when your last menstrual period was?”
“Umm, about two weeks ago.”
“Normal bleeding?”
“It’s been pretty irregular since I had the implant inserted a couple of months ago. I’ve heard it might just be the hormones?” You fiddle with your thumbs.
“Most likely. The progesterone in Nexplanon often induces variations in the menstrual cycle. But we’ll assess and rule out any potential underlying concerns." A reassuring smile accompanied the explanation.
“Great.”
“Are you currently taking any medication or supplements?” 
“No medication, but I am taking some vitamin D supplements.” This earned a small chuckle from him as he typed. “That’s a good idea during this gloomy time.”
“Just trying anything to combat the seasonal depression.” you joked.
“Maybe I’ll give that a shot.” He smirked.
Doctor Strange continued asking you questions, delving into your medical history and current health. He diligently typed your answers into the computer.
Your eyes flickered down to his fingers with each keystroke. His hands were big and the pads of his fingertips were almost the size of the keys themselves. Your eyes roamed up to the prominent veins etched on his hands, and you wondered how they would might feel pressed against your skin-
“And, when was the last time you had sex?” This took you out of your trance. You choked on your breath, a bit startled by the question. You knew it was routine—a standard procedure at a sexual health clinic. Yet, discussing your sexual history with a stranger felt strangely awkward. It was the kind of conversation you'd normally have with your best friend, someone who knew every detail of your life.
“Oh, um, probably 4 months ago.” The thought of your ex boyfriend brought a bad taste to your mouth.
“Was it oral or vaginal?”
“Both.” You said shyly.
“Both.” He murmured under his breath.
“And was the oral sex female or male receiving?”
“Male.” Unfortunately for me.
“Was this with a partner or casual?” 
“A partner- well, a former partner.”
"I'm sorry to hear that," he expressed sympathy. You shrugged, shaking your head.
"No don’t be. It's actually a blessing, more time for other important things."
"Let me guess... Playing the piano and reading?" you quirked an eyebrow.
"Yes..? How did you—"
He pointed to your purse at your on the floor. "You've got a piano keychain on your purse, plus I’d recognize 1984 anywhere. Just putting two and two together."
"You're quite observant."
"It’s what makes me a good doctor," he responded, the trace of a smile lingering on his lips before he cleared his throat and shifted his attention back to the computer.
“So that’s all the questions. I’m just going to take your height, weight and blood pressure before we proceed with the exam. If you can stand on the scale for me.” He motioned over the scale in the corner of the room. After taking your weight, he showed you where to stand to take your height.
“If I can have you here..” He gently placed his hands on either side of your arms and subtly shifted you to the correct position. Standing close, he measured your height, his baritone voice murmuring softly as he read the numbers above your head. His demeanour, a blend of professionalism and subtle warmth, left an intriguing impression on you. Stepping back, he instructed you to take a seat for the blood pressure test.
You nodded and rolled your sleeve up, exposing one of your tattoos. He rolled his chair towards you, taking your arm and wrapping the blood pressure sleeve around your bicep, his eyes flickering down to your tattoo of a treble and bass clef in the shape of a heart.
"That's a lovely tattoo," he complimented with a smile. "Any special meaning?"
“I just love music.” you chuckled. “So much so I’m doing a masters in NYU in Music Theory.” 
“Impressive.” He commented. “I take it you’re quite skilled at playing instruments.”
“Piano mostly. I could probably make it with the violin and the French horn as I grew up playing those as well.” 
“Quite a range. I have a baby grand at home, though my duties as a doctor don't afford much playing time."
"You must play well. No one just has a baby grand in their home. Maybe you’re just as skilled as I am." you teased, earning a smirk.
"Observant, aren't you?"
"You’re rubbing off on me already," you quipped, realizing right after your unintended flirtation. Fortunately, the blood pressure machine's timely interruption spared you the potential embarrassment of Doctor Strange witnessing your flushed face.
"So- Before we proceed with the examination, let me outline the tests we'll be conducting today. We'll check for STIs like gonorrhoea or chlamydia, BV and thrush, HPV, and perform a pap smear and pelvic exam," he explained.
“Okay.” you replied.
Standing, he moved to the other side of the room, drawing back a yellow curtain to reveal an examination table. A crisp white paper sheet ran down its length, with stirrups at the end for leg support.
“So you’ll need to take everything off from the waist down, lie back on the table, and position yourself at the edge," he instructed, tearing off a piece of the sheet. "Here's a covering for you while you're on the table." You nodded, and as you approached the exam table, he closed the curtain to give you some privacy during the undressing process.
"I'll be back shortly with all the necessary supplies," he assured.
"Okay," You responded, and the door closed behind him as he exited the room.
You positioned yourself by the bed, swiftly removing your pants and underwear. Folding them neatly, you placed them on the chair next to the head of the exam table, subtly concealing your underwear beneath your pants.
As you lay back on the table, draping the paper sheet over the exposed lower half of your body, the realization hit you—this was really happening. Your gaze fixated on the light fixture above, and the door creaked open.
You could hear him on the other side of the curtain, likely organizing the tools needed for the examination.
"Just locking the door to ensure privacy during the exam," he informed.
"Okay." The prospect of being alone with him in a locked room, your lower half exposed, triggered a whirlwind of thoughts. It was probably all routine for him. You’re just another patient.
"All set up. Ready for me to pull back the curtain?" he asked.
“Yes, I’m ready.” He pulled back the curtain, looking down at you as you lay before him. Your eyes met his, and this made your thighs twitch a little. He sat down at the other end, between your legs and pulled the table holding all the supplies towards him. 
"Could you shift a bit more towards the edge?"
"Um, yeah, sure." You attempted to move, struggling a bit due to the stirrups.
“I know, I’m sorry, it can be quite difficult,” he reassured, aiding you by holding the stirrups in place, and his hand subtly grazed your inner calf. Eventually, you managed to shift forward enough for him to proceed.
“Now, I’m just going to lift the table up.” He informed you. The table started to move up until you were almost at eye level with him. You laid back, hearing him putting on latex gloves on his hands.
“Before we begin the exam. I’ll be examining the outside of your vagina to make sure that everything looks okay.” You nodded, and you started to feel your face heat up as he pulled back the paper covering you, exposing your vagina to him. You let out a soft exhale as you felt his warm, gloved fingers open and move your vulva to the side. Before you could think much of it, it was over.
“Everything looks good, now for the swab tests. Again, the first test will be the STI screening test, and I’ll be inserting a swab inside your vagina. Shouldn’t hurt, but please let me know if you feel any discomfort.” 
“Sure.” You nodded. You felt a thin object slide into your vagina with ease. He twisted the swab before removing it and placing it in a test tube.
“Next will be the internal exam, I’ll use the speculum to gently widen your vagina so then I can collect a small sample.” You nodded.
“Have you had an internal exam before?”
“No.”
“Would you like to see what it looks like before I start?” You nodded, and he held up the plastic instrument. It looked quite small initially before he started to open it, showing you how it works.
“This might cause some discomfort, so please don’t hesitate to tell me to stop.”
“Okay..” You breathed, laying back down on the table. Before you knew it, you felt the cold, lubed-up plastic tool sliding into your vagina. You took a sharp breath, and your thighs started to quiver. 
“It’s okay, Y/N. Just breathe.” he spoke in a in a soothing manner. You felt a hand on your inner thigh- like that was going to help you relax any more. Your thighs trembled under his touch, all a mix of nervousness, and discomfort and just a hint of arousal as you felt his thumb lightly caressing your inner thigh. You squeezed your eyes shut, lightly gripping the hem of your shirt, trying to focus on your breathing and not so much the discomfort the speculum was causing. 
“You’re doing well.” He spoke as he inserted the small brush to collect the sample from your cervix, then inserted cotton swabs for the other tests. 
“Just one more..”
The last swab test was done, and Doctor Strange closed the speculum and slid it out of you.
“How are you feeling?” You opened your eyes and nodded.
“I’m okay.”
“Would you like to take a break before I proceed with the pelvic exam?”
“I think I’m okay.”
“This shouldn’t cause much discomfort as the speculum, but I’ll be gentle.” He quickly changed out his gloves for a new pair and squirted some lube on his fingers. He placed a hand on your lower stomach before slowly inserting two fingers into you. Oh god- 
“Tell me if this is okay…”
It was more than fucking okay. Not having sex in 3 months was going to be the death of you.
“I-it’s okay.” you stuttered. His hand started to press into your stomach as his fingers moved in a circular motion, palpating the organs within. You felt a slight pressure, but it was not painful, more like a gentle exploration.
The examination continued, Doctor Strange’s movements were precise yet gentle. As if you were an instrument, he was expertly playing. His fingers were thick and felt amazing inside you. No one- not even your stupid past boyfriends had been able to make you feel like this during sex.
The feeling was getting almost overwhelming for you, and it caused you to roll your head back into the exam table and let out a soft moan. Oh fuck.
The silence was broken, with Doctor Strange clearing his throat and withdrawing his fingers from you.
“I-I am so sorry. I- I didn’t mean to do that. God-” You quickly covered yourself with the sheet in shame. You watch as Doctor Strange removed his gloves with a loud pop from the latex before tossing them into the trash. For a moment, he was silent, as if he was trying to assess the awkward situation you had put on him.
He stood up, quickly glancing over to the locked door, before turning his head back over to you, his eyes scanning your bare legs.
“Are you sure?” You raised an eyebrow at him, confused about what he had meant.
“You said you didn’t mean to do that- but why do I get the feeling you were..enjoying it?”
Your face burned, unable to answer his sudden questioning. You tried to deny it, although deep inside, you know his words to be true.
“The way you looked at me this whole time. The way your body has responded to my every touch. Not to mention how soaking wet you were when I put my fingers inside you. Surely you could feel your arousal dripping onto my table?”
He was now towering over you; his cold blue eyes were darkened with lust. 
“I’m sorry about the table.” You gave him an innocent look, which caused him to smirk.
“No, you’re not.”
He shed his coat, tossing it casually beside your neatly folded pants and underwear. Your eyes couldn't help but trace the contours of his arms sculpted with toned muscles, veins subtly weaving along their sides. A lump formed in your throat as you swallowed, caught in a moment of silent admiration for this god-like man standing before you.
He walked back around to the edge of the table. You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch him from between your legs. He looked at you before pulling the curtain close and moving the exam table down a bit. 
“I just need a taste.” He groaned, then buried his head between your legs. 
“Oh fuck-” You breathed out, feeling his mouth envelop you. You let out a shaky breath as he found your clit a moved his tongue across it, softly playing with it with the tip of his tongue. He placed each hand on either side of your thigh to hold you open and keep your hips from moving while his mouth worked on you.
“Talk to me, sweetie.” He said before pushing his tongue inside you. 
“Oh my god..” You groaned, your eyes rolling back. You physically couldn’t speak, not properly, that is.
“Tell me how good this feels.”
“It-it feels so good, Doctor-” You managed to say. He pulled his face away from you for a moment, and you looked down at him, the bottom half of his face wet with your slick- which made him even more sexy.
With his fingers, he traced your slit slowly, watching you twitch every time his finger brushed against your clit. 
“Look at you.” He licked his lips as if he was a starved man. “Look how your body responds to me. No one has ever made you like this, have they? Not even your idiot ex-boyfriend who doesn’t know how to eat cunt.” You vigorously shook your head, wanting him to stop talking and continue where he had left off. You were close, and somehow you knew that he knew that.
“Please. I need more.” You moaned.
He carefully pushed his finger into you, his eyes never leaving yours. He added another finger, watching you carefully, and he curled his fingers up to caress your g-spot. He moved his fingers back and forth in this motion, finding arousal not only from your body but your reactions.
“I can see you’re close, sweetie. Don’t hesitate. Give me a taste of your sweet nectar.”
He leaned back in and found your clit easily- sucking hard then flicking his tongue against the small sensitive bud that immediately sent you over the edge. 
You let out a choked groan, hips buckling against his face as you came and flooded his mouth with your cum.
He removed his mouth from you, and you looked down at him, seeing your arousal drip from his chin. His mouth twitched up in a small smile as he stood. He grabbed the end of his shirt to remove it in one fell swoop. 
“No- wait.” you stopped him. His eyes quickly flicked with concern.
“Um...Can you leave it on..?” He gave you a look of confusion before understanding what you were asking of him.
“Are you saying you want me to fuck you with my scrubs on?”
You nodded shyly, wanting to fulfil the fantasy of fucking a Doctor.
He hid his wide smile and shook his head in disbelief. “Ohh, you dirty girl.” He pushed the waistband of his pants down to his mid-thigh, and you watched his cock, sprang up from out of his boxers. My God was he was thick. When you thought the speculum opened you up too wide, you wondered how his cock would feel stuffed inside you.
“Is this okay?” The lust from his eyes disappeared for a moment when he asked. You reassured him with a nod. 
“All I want is you right now, Doctor.” his eyes darkened once again, and he lined the thick head of his cock at your entrance, using some of your cum as lube. He put one hand on your knee and the other on the base of his cock to steady himself as he pushed inside you. You squeezed your breast as he moved slowly, inch by inch. 
“Shit-” He breathed once he was sheathed inside of you. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his breathing shallowed.
“Are you okay?” He asked once again. 
“I-I’m fine. You’re just too big.” The corner of his mouth twitched, almost like he was proud of his size. Who wouldn’t be?
He rubbed your lower stomach soothingly, saying, “Just breathe, relax your core for me.” You nodded, trying to relax until the pain started to transition into pleasure.
“Okay, you can start moving now.” He nodded. He pulled his hips back a little, watching his cock inch out of you before pushing himself back into your heat. He continued this slow, shallow pace until he could move in with ease.
“Fuck-” You allowed yourself a soft moan, letting your head roll back from his thrusts.
“God, you’re so tight I might actually cum.” He stilled, moving his hands across your legs and touching your skin. 
“I don’t mind.” You winked teasingly.
“And cut all of this short? I’ll fuck you all day if I could.” Your face warmed up at the idea. He rocked his hips back and forth, holding you by your legs to pull you into him. You gripped the sides of the examination table, letting out a guttural groan with his every thrust. You didn’t know it was possible to feel this much pleasure.
“I’m so close, Doctor.”
“Stephen. Call me Stephen.” 
“Cum with me, Stephen, please.” You begged, watching him fuck you in an animalistic nature.
“Oh, Y/N-” After a couple of thrusts, you felt his cock throb inside your walls at the same time, the pressure in your stomach began to roll over. Gripping your thighs tight, he thrust into you one more time as deep as he could, letting his cock pump his cum into you.
His head fell back as his orgasm coursed through him, wave after wave, until Stephen filled you up to the brim. You felt the slick of your combined arousal leak out of you, dripping down between your ass.
He ground his hips to keep his cum from spilling out completely. He looked up from where you two met, and you reciprocated his exhausted smile. Your eyes were glassy with tears from the intense orgasm that had left your body and thighs shaking. His chest heaved deeply with each intake of breath.
Whilst still inside you, Stephen carefully moved your legs from off the stirrups, placing them down on the tabletop carefully. He got on top of you carefully to hold you for just a moment.
He lifted his head to look at you, sweaty and dishevelled. He leaned down to give you a kiss. You could still taste yourself on his lips, but it didn’t matter.
“We should do this again.” You broke the silence as he pulled his softening cock out of you. You groaned softly, suddenly feeling empty.
“Oh sweetie, give me at least 10 minutes before we start again.” He laid by your side with a deep groan.
“No, I mean in general, old man.” You teased. “I want to do this again sometime.” 
“Come over for dinner tonight, and I can show you more.” his lips curled into a teasing smile.
“Like your baby grand?” He let out a deep laugh. “Only if you promise to play something for me.”
“Fuck me good, and we’ll see.”
“Oh baby, there’s no doubt about that.” He smirked, pulling you into another deep kiss again. A thought popped into your head, and you pushed him back gently.
“By the way, was everything good..you know, down there?” He responded with a light-hearted chuckle to your unexpected inquiry and gave you a kiss on your temple. 
“Yes, you're perfectly healthy.”
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lokidokieokie · 4 months
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Change is Never Easy
Summary: The two of you called it quits a month or so ago...and then Y/n faints during a shift. Change is never easy.
Pairing: Surgeon!Strange x Fem!Nurse!Reader
Warning(s): ex-lovers, exes to lovers(?), fainting, unexpected pregnancy
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The atmosphere at General-Metro had quickly become thick with tensions ever since the breakup. Dr Stephen Strange and Nurse Y/n L/n had officially called it quits a few weeks ago, and the lingering awkwardness between them was impossible to ignore.
Navigating the hallways was like tiptoeing through an emotional minefield.
Y/n, nursing her wounded heart, did her best to keep up appearances during her shifts. She tried to focus on her tasks and avoid any unnecessary encounters with Stephen.
The air of the hospital was constantly charged with unspoken words and unresolved emotions; and the slightest interaction left both of the medical professionals on edge.
On one fateful day, while Y/n was basking in her lunch-break, the build up of the emotional strain proved too much. In the break-room, surrounded by the hum of vending machines and the distant chatter of her coworkers, Y/n collapsed.
Panicked voices echoed through the room as her coworkers rushed to her aid.
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The current events of Stephen Strange's ex did not reach him until later on in the day, courtesy of one Christine Palmer, who had intercepted him in the bustling hallway.
"Stephen, have you gone to check on Ella? Something happened to her during her shift, and I haven't had to opportunity to see her yet," Christine whispered urgently, concern etched into her voice.
Stephen's brow furrowed in confusion. "What? No, I haven't. Is she alright?"
Christine briefly briefed him on the situation before she got paged to another emergency, prompting Stephen to abandon his current path and seek out Y/n.
When he found her, lying down in a quiet corner of the hospital, seemingly alright, the relief on his face was undeniable.
Slowly walking over to her, he brushed a stray hair out of her face. "What happened to you?" Concern prominent in his voice as he dragged a chair over.
With a flutter of her eyes and a shaky smile, Y/n greeted him. "Hey, Stephen. I don't really know what happened. I just felt incredibly dizzy, and then everything went black for a moment. I'm probably just dehydrated, I'm sure everything is fine."
Stephen raised his eyebrows, and his professional instincts kicked in. "People don't just faint for no reason, Y/n. I'm going to order a few tests to make sure."
Before calling in others, Stephen quickly did an examination, asking her about her symptoms and taking note of her vitals.
As Stephen focused on the exam, Y/n couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia. Their interactions were once filled with warmth and familiarity. Now, they were tainted by the awkwardness that hung in the air like a heavy cloud.
She was broken from her thoughts by Stephen's sigh of relief. "Physically, you seem find. I'm still getting other tests done to be thorough."
Y/n nodded, appreciating the concern emanating from her ex-lover. "Thanks, Stephen. I appreciate it."
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It was probably about fourty-five minutes later when Stephen was given Y/n's test results. His eyes scanned the report, his expression changing from professional concern to surprise. Y/n, being curious and anxious about what he had seen, couldn't help up speak up.
"Stephen, what is it? What's on the report? Am I okay?" she pressed, her eyes searching his chiseled face for answers.
Taking a moment to compose himself, Stephen finally spoke, his voice a mix of disbelief and realisation. "Y/n, you're...pregnant."
Time seemed to still as the revelation hung in the air. Y/n's eyes widened, mirroring Stephen's astonishment. The awkwardness of their recent breakup was momentarily forgotten as they processed this unexpected twist of fate.
"Pregnant?" Y/n repeated, the word feeling foreign on her lips. "But we were careful?"
Stephen's mind raced, still processing the news. "Well, it seems we have to blame the twisted mind of the universe for this."
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A/N So...I'm back from the dead 🙃 Sorry for another hiatus, Uni sucks, but I'm on break now :) Hopefully I can write more...but I'm me sooooo, please don't get your hopes up. BUT, there will be a part two of this that I have already pre-written so...
taglist (lemme know if you want to be added or removed) @thewaithfuckingannoyme @evelyn-kingsley @moonlight-ee @fall-myriad @ironstrange1991 @asgards-princess-of-mischief
sorry if you weren't added and had asked to be, I lost my taglists :(
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pinkthick · 4 months
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AYYY WE GOT DOCTOR STRANGE SUPREME COMING BACK ON 22 DECEMBER
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My man is back🤞
(Finally got back some motivation to write something with Stephen because of this)
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daydreamtofiction · 9 months
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Malicious Compliance // Surgeon Strange x Reader
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Summary: After a brief meeting with the world renowned neurosurgeon Doctor Stephen Strange, he plans to make you his latest conquest. He’s only interested in one thing, but that’s okay, because so are you. (female reader)
Word Count: 4.6K
Warnings: Strong language, explicit sexual content, pre-sorcerer Strange (arrogant, cocky). Smut: no strings attached, dominance & praise, oral sex (receiving), light choking, unprotected sex (sort of?). Readers must be 18+
A/N: Just a quick lil oneshot for you all. I literally thought of this today and the whole thing poured out of me in one sitting lmao. I like it though, hope you guys do too!
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His eyes are glaciers. Cold, hard, yet always moving. They flit towards the window, sunlight turning them the crispest blue, then back down to the notebook on the table in front of him. They warm slightly when he looks over to Doctor Palmer, roll languidly whenever Doctor West speaks. But in the end, they always seem to settle back on you.
He’s as hubristic as you’d expected; leant back in his chair, elbows on the armrests, taking up as much space as his body will allow. He corrects a colleague when they call him Stephen. It’s Doctor Strange, he says, voice so deep and rich it’s almost tangible. 
He watches as you press your finger to the inner corner of your eye, trying to rub away the tired itch beginning to take root there. You wonder how offended he’d be if he knew you fell asleep reading one of his published papers last night, how you woke up in your hotel room this morning with your cheek pressed to page seventeen of The Strange Palmer Method. It would make his blood boil, you think, to know his work had been used as a pillow. You resist the urge to tell him. 
Coffee burns the roof of your mouth. You wince and place the cup back down on the boardroom table, sift through the pile of papers in front of you as the room waits for you to speak again.
“Honey,” says Doctor Strange. 
“I’m sorry?” you reply. 
He points to your mouth. “It’ll help with that burn.” 
You stare at him for a moment before shaking your head. “Oh I didn’t- It was just a little warmer than I expected. Thanks, though.” 
The corner of his mouth curls and he turns to look down the length of the table, the flecks of silver at his temple catching in the light.
You clear your throat as you find the document you were looking for. “So, pending approval from the ABMS, we would like to roll out training for the Strange Palmer Method in all of our hospitals.”
“What about my new technique for stent placement?” asks Doctor West. 
“Oh please, Nic,” Strange scoffs. “We’re talking about actual revolutionary surgical procedures here.” 
Doctor West’s back straightens, you open your mouth to speak but he gets there first.
“Excuse me, my stent technique could drastically cut down the amount of time a patient’s brain is open on the table! Do you even realise-” 
“Mhm, why don’t you go win some awards and make national news, then maybe we can talk.” 
Doctor Palmer’s head falls into her hands as the other surgeons groan and shift uncomfortably in their seats. You’ve met your fair share of asshole surgeons in this job; travelling up and down the country stroking egos and exalting god complexes. But this man sitting across from you is, without a doubt, the victor of them all. 
“The stent technique is very interesting,” you say, easing the tension in the room. “But we would need to see the results of a study or trial of some kind before taking it any further.” 
“Very diplomatic of you,” says Strange. 
“Not diplomatic. I just know a promising procedure when I see it.”
“Hm. Are you a doctor?”
Your gaze turns to a glare. “I am.” 
“Where do you practice?”
“I don’t anymore. My job is to keep other doctors at the top of their game. Hence why I’m here right now with all of you.”
He’s almost smirking, head cocked slightly, twiddling a pen between his fingers. It’s fitting, you think, to see a surgeon take such pleasure in getting under people’s skin. 
You hate that you find him attractive. That you’ve managed to fall victim to a charm buried so deep beneath layers of pure arrogance that you have to dig to find it. If he wasn’t so beautiful on the outside, you’re almost certain you wouldn’t bother fighting to find something redeemable within. But the way your body reacts to him; the warmth, the buzzing deep in your belly, it must be there. 
The meeting finishes and you remain at the table, straightening the wad of papers in front of you and slotting them back into your binder as everyone filters out of the room. When you’re alone, you stand and walk to the large window, taking a moment to gaze out at the view. Your eyes skim New York City, admiring the blend of old and new; small stone buildings wedged between tall skyscrapers, the late afternoon sun glinting across metal and glass, pockets of green peppered amongst brick and mortar. You wish you got to come here more often. 
You pick up your briefcase and drape your jacket over your arm as you make your way out of the boardroom. The corridor is bright and quiet, but the bustling of the hospital is a low hum. You close the door behind you and begin to walk, unfazed by the sight of a figure leaning against the wall up ahead. 
His arms are folded over his broad chest, dark blue scrubs doing little for his tall, robust frame. His legs are crossed at the ankles as he rests his weight back against the wall, head stooped slightly, but his eyes are on you. 
“Doctor Strange,” you say with a polite nod as you continue past him.
He smiles, allows you to pass, but you feel him move behind you. 
“You don’t really think Doctor West’s procedure holds any merit?” he asks, catching up to walk at your side. 
“I do.” You furrow your brow. “You don’t think there’s merit in improving the efficiency of existing surgeries?” 
He shrugs. “Just not all that exciting when you compare it to what I’m doing.” 
“You mean what you and Doctor Palmer are doing…” 
There’s a chuckle deep in his throat, like he enjoys the back and forth, watching his opponents fight for their lives while to him it’s just a sparring match. He quickens his pace to slip in front of you, turning to face you and forcing you to halt in the middle of the corridor. 
“Be honest,” he says. “You’re impressed.” 
“Of course we’re impressed. Why else would the board have sent me here?” 
“No I mean you, specifically.” 
You glare up at him, hiding your amusement with an eye roll. “Yes, Doctor,” you say slowly, your words empty and biting. “I am very impressed.” 
His cupid’s bow deepens as his lips curve into a self satisfied smile, lines forming in his cheeks and the corners of his eyes. He knows you find him infuriating, but it only seems to encourage him. There’s a moment of silence, long enough for his gaze to trail the length of you, just once. 
“You know, I’d love to talk more with you about it,” he says, looking down at his obviously expensive watch. “Maybe over dinner. Have you eaten?” 
You draw in a deep breath through your nose, letting it out in a sigh as you begin to speak. “I don’t need your superficial attempts to woo me, Doctor.” You reach into your briefcase and pull out a pen and a business card, scrawling on the back of it and handing it to him. “This is where I’m staying. Come by around eight.” 
You’re certain he’s going to protest, pretend he actually wants to go to dinner, talk, that he was ever interested in anything that didn’t involve the removal of your clothes. You wait in suspense as his eyes flit down to the card in his hand, then back up to your face.
“I prefer to fuck in my own bed,” he says bluntly. 
A wave crashes in your stomach, rushing down into your core, the sensation so strong and unexpected that your knees almost buckle. This isn’t the first time one of your work trips has ended in you going home with a surgeon, but the way this one doesn’t try to feign the ‘nice guy’, doesn’t pretend to want anything more from you than your body, that’s new.  
“Unless I’m on vacation, of course,” he adds with a cocky smile. 
“Of course…” 
He flips the card over and plucks the pen from your hand. You watch as he scribbles on it and hands it back to you. 
“So this is where I’ll be tonight,” he says. “You said eight works for you?”  
You press your tongue to the inside of your cheek, unsure if you’ve ever met anyone as imperious as this. You slip the card into your pocket and move to walk past him, stopping as your shoulders brush and looking up at him. 
“I hope your dick is as inflated as your ego.”
He smirks to himself, remaining quiet as you continue to walk away. 
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Your skirt is riding up your backside. You reach back to yank it down for the hundredth time before pressing the buzzer on the wall of the apartment building. The setting sun is just a glow beneath the horizon but the streets are still busy, the air warm with a pleasant breeze. You lean back to stare up at the building, the mirrored windows stretching so high you can’t see an end to them. You wonder which one is his. 
There’s a scratching sound on the intercom, followed by a deep voice. “Yeah?” 
“It’s me,” you say, glancing over your shoulders as if you’re on some kind of secret mission, scared of being seen. 
He doesn’t speak again, instead there’s a quick buzz followed by the click of the heavy front door. You let yourself inside, heels clacking against the glossy marble floor as you hurry towards the elevators. When the doors slide open, you pull out your business card, punch in the floor number he’d scrawled in the bottom corner. It begins to ascend, making your already swirling stomach turn. 
You pull down the back of your skirt again as you step out into the hall, peering down the length of it in search of his apartment. The door is tall and wide, dark timber and a heavy metallic handle. You knock but your knuckles barely make a sound, the dense wood swallowing the echo. 
Still, he comes. You regard him quietly as you step inside, the snug sweater and tailored jeans, a pair of sneakers making you feel entirely overdressed. He’s already grinning; a smug, confident smile that reignites the ire in your chest. You ignore him and walk further in, eyes wide in awe at the vast, industrial space.
You walk over to the window that stretches the length of the apartment, floor to ceiling, wall to wall, framing a perfect snapshot of the city. 
“Now I understand why you make the women come to you,” you say. 
“Hm?” 
“This place. It’s impressive.” You glance over your shoulder at him. “That’s the point, right? You like to impress. To show off.”  
He laughs quietly and makes his way to the kitchen area, opening the extensive liquor cabinet. “You want something to drink?” 
“I have rules,” you say abruptly, turning around to face him from across the echoey room.
He straightens. “Go on…” 
“Nothing that happens here can be used for any type of professional leverage, good or bad, by either of us.” 
“Of course-”
“This isn’t a date. I don’t spend the night, I don’t keep in touch, I don’t call when I’m back in town so we can do this again. This is just tonight. And it’s just sex. Understood?” 
“Understood.” He returns to the cabinet and takes out a bottle. “So, about that drink…”
You’re already gone, wandering off through a door at the rear of the apartment in search of the bedroom. 
You find it. It’s a dark, cave-like space, large curtains draped across another huge window, only the faintest glow of the sunset fighting through the fabric. It’s clinical, just as you’d expect from a surgeon; sleek furniture void of any clutter or knick knacks, exposed brick walls with the occasional piece of art - no photographs. There’s a full length mirror, a small couch, and a bed so large you could sink into it and disappear. You wonder just how many women have delved beneath those sheets before you. 
He appears in the doorway, looking you up and down. “You’re eager, little one,” he teases.
You roll your eyes, watching as he closes the door behind him and approaches you. You reach up to touch him, to kiss him, but instead he takes your wrists in his hands and lowers them back to your sides. 
“Mm, not yet.” 
You scoff in dispute, eyes following him as he strolls across the room and switches on the wall sconces, illuminating the area above the bed in a dim, warm light. 
“Look,” you say. “If you’re just going to mess with me then-”
“Well actually, after you left the hospital this afternoon, I got called to consult on a patient and ended up having to stay late. I just got home around fifteen minutes before you knocked on my door. So if you don’t mind, I would like to take a shower first. Is that alright with you?” he finishes sarcastically. 
You settle down, composing yourself and relaxing your shoulders. “Of course.” 
“Make yourself comfortable.” 
He pushes open a door to the right and you catch a glimpse of the luxurious, marbled master bathroom as he steps inside. The door closes behind him, leaving you alone again. You stand there for a moment, listening to him whistling to himself, his belt buckle unfastening and hitting the floor. Water bursts from the shower, the sound like soft static, and you immediately rush over to the mirror. 
You examine yourself carefully; fix your hair, press your nose to your skin and clothes, shift your underwear so it sits smoothly and undetectable beneath your skirt. Then you sit down at the foot of the bed, knee bouncing impatiently. You change your mind shortly after, moving to the small couch opposite the bed instead. 
Ten minutes or so pass, but it feels like an eternity. You picture him drawing it out on purpose, working the lather into his skin one section at a time, scrubbing at his hair for much longer than necessary, just to make you sweat. The water shuts off and you listen to him singing to himself, the hum of his voice through the door. When the door finally opens, steam escapes into the bedroom, the rich smell of citrus and cedar filling the air as he walks out, still humming quietly. 
You glance over at him, mouth falling open slightly to find him completely naked, your gaze falling immediately to the pronounced length hanging from his body as he pads across the room. You look away quickly, rolling your eyes and huffing with indignation. Of course he’s naked, you think, he likes to spar, and you’ve willingly stepped into the ring.
Droplets sit on his shoulders and roll down his torso as he moves around the bed. He climbs on and lays down right in the middle, hands resting behind his head, propped up slightly on the headboard. His hair is still damp, half-coiffed, the grey at his temples darker than it was before. His body is solid, the mystery beneath the scrubs now revealed to you in all its glory. His arms are thick as they flex either side of his head, divots of muscle creating shadows across his torso, cock resting proudly on his thigh as he parts his legs in wait. He’s exquisite, and you can’t help but bask in the sight. 
“So,” he says casually. “Are you just going to stay over there looking at me? Or are you going to come and sit on my face?” 
You glare at him, unamused. 
“What?” he shrugs gently. “You’re the one that said this was strictly sex. Forgive me for abiding by your rules.” 
“There’s a word for that, you know,” you reply. “Malicious compliance.”
“Mm, is it really malicious if I’m offering to eat you out?”
“Depends how good you are at it.” 
“Come here and find out.”  There’s no humour in his tone, but it’s still playful, like he’s goading you. 
You stand up and take a step towards the bed. 
“Clothes,” he demands. 
You stop, pressing your lips together tightly. His eyes never leave you, remaining locked on yours as you kick off your shoes and untuck your top from the waistband of your skirt. 
“They should study you,” you say. 
“Study me?” 
“Yeah.” You lift your top over your head and throw it to the floor, reaching down to unzip your skirt. “Look into how one singular person could possibly be such an ass.” 
“Clearly there’s a part of you that likes it, y’know, since you’re here… taking your clothes off for me.”
“What can I say? I’m partial to a surgeon. Think it’s the hands.” 
The skirt pools at your feet and you step out of it, extending your arms as if to say ‘ta da’. He smiles. 
No one has ever looked at you like this. So intense, like he’s studying every inch; relishing in every freckle and blemish, every curve and crease, mapping out the places he plans to touch, taste, explore. 
You continue towards him but he raises his palm, halting you again. “You haven’t finished,” he says. 
You glance down at yourself, then back up to him, letting out a grumbling sigh as you reach behind you to unclasp your bra. It pops open, the release of pressure on your skin as soothing as a deep breath. His gaze darkens as you slide the straps off your shoulders, watching your nipples harden as you reveal your bare breasts to him. 
“These too?” you ask, hooking your thumbs into the waistline of your underwear. 
“Mhm.” 
You take them off as gracefully as you can, shimmying them over your hips and thighs and kicking them away. His cock is hardening, swelling and rising towards his stomach. Your mouth twitches with a triumphant smile, but you suppress it as you climb onto the bed, crawling up to meet him. 
You lean down and press your lips to his, feeling your skin prick, arousal kindling in your core. His mouth is smart, but it’s also divine. The feeling intensifies, spreading through your belly and pounding between your legs as you sweep your tongue into his open mouth, feel his restraint wavering as your hot breaths mingle. You let your chest press against his, the feeling of skin on skin making you burn with need. 
You bring a hand up to his face, he brings his to your throat, bracketing it gently and peeling his mouth from yours. 
“I didn’t tell you to kiss me,” he says quietly. “I told you to sit on my face.” 
You pull back a little more, making eye contact, breathless as a million comebacks shutter through your mind. But in the end you say nothing, letting out a soft huff and slowly shifting your body up the bed.
You hold the top of the extravagant headboard with both hands and swing one leg over him, straddling his shoulders as his fingers reach up behind you to the small of your back. His touch is electric, lips searing as they plant a kiss on your inner thigh. A soft whimper escapes you in a breath, as though anticipation is its own foreplay. 
He wraps his arms around the backs of your thighs and pulls you down onto his mouth. Your grip tightens on the headboard, fingernails digging into the soft, cushiony fabric as he parts his lips against your centre, sucking softly on your already throbbing clit. Your head falls back when his tongue drags up the length of your slit, moulding itself to every pucker and groove, lapping you up like he adores you, and you wonder how many women have fallen for him in these moments. 
You groan quietly, closing your eyes as you focus on the flicks and strokes of his tongue, the sucking and swirling, the hums deep in his throat and he devours you. Your clit is sensitive, making you shudder, the pleasure so intense you can barely stand it. Your body raises up instinctively, but he tightens his hold on you, spitting on your clit and returning his mouth to the place that both aches and sings, somehow at the same time. 
You gasp in response, eyelids fluttering as you swear under your breath. He releases one of your thighs and you glance over your shoulder to see his hand wrapping around his cock. He begins to stroke it forcefully, working himself to the rhythm of his mouth, and you almost fall to pieces. 
“Oh my god,” you moan, slumping forward and pressing your forehead to the headboard. 
Your thighs clamp around his head, but it only spurs him on, making him bury his face deeper, and you can’t remember the last time he came up for air.
“I can’t,” you whisper. 
The nerves in your clit are screaming, dancing on the precipice between pain and pleasure. He continues to lap at your centre, pushing you to the edge until you’re clinging on for dear life. Pressure swells in your core, flooding you with a tingling heat that softens your bones and turns you to liquid. Until finally you’re there, falling, melting. 
He growls as your body begins to shake, working his tongue over you one last time before releasing you from his grasp. You collapse next to him, sliding down the pillows until you’re lying at his side. You’re breathless, chest rising and falling heavily as you stare up at the ceiling. 
He rolls onto his side to face you. “You’re quiet when you come,” he says, placing a kiss into the crook of your neck, another at the dip of your collarbone.  
“I’ve spent the past two years practically living in hotel rooms,” you reply. “I’ve learned to be inconspicuous.” 
“Hm.” He props himself up on his forearm and leans over you, his other hand trailing softly down the side of your body. “Let’s see if we can do something about that.” 
Before you can reply, he’s kissing you. His mouth is slick, it tastes of you. Your body is spent, limbs heavy, yet still you find it responding to his touch. He shifts further onto you, spreading your legs with his hands and settling himself between them. You can feel his cock nudging your centre as he rocks his hips, sliding along the soaking wet mess he left there and brushing his head over your clit. It’s sensitive, raw, makes you gasp. But he swallows the sound with a heady kiss.
He’s big. Thick. Hard. Maybe that’s where he stores his arrogance. He continues to tease you, soaking himself in the mix of spit and slick as he wraps his hands around your neck, kisses you so deeply you can feel him drawing a moan from your throat.
He pulls away and looks down at you for a moment. “Condom?” he asks casually.
You’re on the pill. Have been since you were seventeen. But still, you know you should say yes. Yesterday, this man was a stranger; a face you only knew from TV and the medical articles you’d read.
“No.” You shake your head and reach down, gripping his cock and directing it into you.
He chuckles, the sound deep and low. “What a good girl.” 
You sigh as he teases at your entrance, pushing the head of his cock in and out but never breaking all the way through. 
“Were you thinking about this today in the meeting?” he taunts softly. 
You groan and buck your hips, desperate for him to take you. 
He eases back slightly and tuts. “I saw you squirming in your seat. How hot and flustered you got when I looked at you. Tell me how much you wanted this.” 
“What I wanted,” you begin quietly. “Was to wring your neck.” 
The corner of his mouth curls into a smirk. “Really…” 
“Really.” 
He squeezes his fingers gently around your throat and you exhale softly. The desire is almost painful, your core throbbing, pussy aching. 
“Funny how things work out,” he says. 
You let out a stifled moan as he sinks into you, filling you so completely you’re certain you can’t take it.
“That’s it,” he mutters as he looks down, watching his cock disappear all the way to the hilt. 
You whimper and tighten around him. He sucks the air in through his teeth, returning his gaze to your eyes with a mischievous smile. 
“I’m gonna need you to not do that,” he says. “You’ll have me finishing in seconds.” 
“Are you telling me the great Doctor Stephen Strange lacks self discipline?” You contract your walls again, this time on purpose.
He bows, forehead resting on your chest, and growls deep in the back of his throat. Then suddenly, without warning, he draws his hips back and buries himself in you again. You gasp, fingers digging into the blades of his shoulders as he repeats his thrusts, building to a firm, steady rhythm. 
A small cry escapes you; a sound you’ve never heard yourself make before. He hums in response, keeping you pinned to the bed with his hands around your neck as he snaps his hips, punishing you from the inside out. 
“Wrap those legs around my back,” he demands. 
You do as you’re told, locking your ankles and gasping as he sinks further, the head of his cock kissing the deepest parts of you and sending jolts of pure electricity through your stomach. 
“You’re going to break me,” you whisper.
“Not this time. Maybe later,” he replies, still so arrogant it makes you want to reach up and slap him. 
But your hands are stuck to his back, nails digging into the smooth, taut flesh. Another unfamiliar sound falls from your lips, somewhere between a grunt and a hum. He likes it, you can tell in the way he closes his eyes to compose himself.
“Jesus,” he hisses.
His movements begin to stutter and he rests his forehead against yours. You feel his cock throbbing, your pussy growing wetter until it’s dripping. He lets out a long, satisfied groan and begins to slow down, every rock of his hips like the promise of another climax. 
“Don’t stop,” you whisper desperately. “Please don’t stop, I’m so close.”
He doesn’t open his eyes, but still he obliges; continuing to stroke into you as you squirm beneath him.
“Oh god,” you groan. “Harder. I need- harder.” 
He grunts, screwing his eyes shut tightly, and begins pounding his cock into you with such force you can feel your body shifting up the mattress. You know he already came, you know how sensitive he must be. But somehow, knowing that makes this all the more delicious.
The electricity builds again, every thrust like a lightning strike through your core. Your legs begin to shake and you finally let go, giving in to the current and letting it course through you. Your orgasm is intense, sharp and tingly, making you shudder, body stiffening until it passes. 
He slows to a stop, resting his full weight on top of you. You welcome the pressure, like a weighted blanket; warm and grounding, soothing the ache beginning to settle in your limbs. 
After a few moments, he slides out of you carefully, rolling over to lie at your side. “You want that drink now?” he asks. 
Hair sticks to your forehead with sweat, you brush it back, sucking in deep breaths as you stare up at the ceiling. “No, I’m good.” 
Silence envelops you, neither one of you speaking again until your hearts stop thumping. 
“So… I guess this means you’re going to approve the training for my method,” he says. 
You turn your head, glaring at him in stunned silence. 
“I’m kidding,” he says with a smile, greatly amusing himself. 
“God, surgeons are assholes,” you mutter.
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hunnyviper · 2 months
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a little afab!reader | doctor strange blurb or whatever...
cw: dry humping, dumification?, slight manipulation, does this count as taboo??
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just thinking about doctor strange taking you in as his newest little apprentice and keeping you in the sanctum.
you being his biggest fan and admirer that you nearly jumped at the offer, elated at being able to work side by side by your favorite hero.
how your little fan adoration slowly turns into a full on schoolgirl crush the longer your close to him.
thinking about how your mentor and student relationship teeter on the line of becoming something inappropriate.
a sexually frustrated doctor strange whose been so hyper-focused on teaching you and protecting the universe that he hasn't had any time to himself.
doctor strange realizing that he cant get any privacy because your always trotting behind him, excited for a new lesson.
doctor strange subtlety trying to hint at shooing you off by claiming that he has something important to take care of.
doctor strange whose stomach churns at your naivety when you reply so eagerly to assist him that you don't even bother asking what he needs.
doctor strange who almost feels bad for what hes about to do.
your face getting all confused and flustered when he simply tells you to just bend yourself over the table, sheepishly complying.
your mind going hazy and heart beating out of your chest when he starts grinding his bulge against your clothed heat.
"um... what are you doing sir?" you ask, your voice coming out quiet and meek hearing the sound of him undoing his belt.
doctor strange who just simply shushes you and says that its nothing for you to concern yourself about. "you wanted to help me, right?" he asks all sweetly.
his voice making butterflies flutter though your stomach that all you can do is nod your pretty little head, not even bothered by the fact hes pulling your panties down.
doctor strange who lets out a deep sigh of relief as he rubs his hard cock up and down your hot puffy cunt, your heat already feeling slick and wet.
his pace picking up when he feels your body relax, his hands spreading your pussy wider, the wet sticky sensation making him pant.
doctor strange who tries to restrain himself from shoving his cock into your tight cunt but you just wont stop moaning like a whore.
doctor strange who finally caves in muttering "fuck, i'm sorry" to himself as he slides his thick cock deep into your cunnie.
doctor strange whose hands tightly grip onto your hips, your body going slack as his thrusts leave you a compliant moaning mess.
your body all hot and fuzzy as all you can do is just moan his name as he makes a mess of you.
doctor strange who moans so deeply as he cums onto you leaky pussy, him kissing your cheek whispering in your ear how much of a "good little apprentice" you are! <3
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strangelockd · 6 months
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👋🏻Howdy👋🏻
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ironstrange1991 · 1 month
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A Very Busy Sorcerer
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Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: Stephen has been very busy the last few days and the reader decides he needs a moment to relax.
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: SMUT: Handjob and some dirty talk. Use of the word daddy one or two times. Mostly fluff.
A/N: Working two jobs I haven't had much time to write, but I managed to finish this one for you guys and I hope you like it.
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One of the things you tried not to do was disturb Stephen when he was working. You were still getting used to the idea of ​​living together, even though you had been dating for almost 2 years and you were used to him sleeping in your apartment or you sleeping at the Sanctum almost every day, but actually living together was completely different and you wanted to show him that you knew how to respect his space and that you understood how busy he was.
However, since Stephen had set the date for the next mission with the Avengers he was always stressed, always worried and barely left the library, always reading and preparing for whatever he had to do. - As time went by, you stopped asking him to explain his missions to you. Today was no exception, Stephen was in the library, he was there all day in fact and even though it was Saturday, Wong was still wandering around the Sanctum instead of going back to the Kamar Taj like he normally did on the weekends, and you were bored and upset at being left aside and knowing that soon you would be alone in that huge house.
But you weren’t worried about yourself, you were worried about Stephen. He had barely been eating the last few days and when you brought it up he always said he was fine, but all that nervousness and stress couldn't be further from fine. You just wish you could find a way to make him stop and breathe for a minute and perhaps relax a little bit before going out on his mission. If you could just get him to talk to you a little, or eat something healthy, you'd feel less worried.
You found yourself searching for Wong to make sure he wasn't in the library too and found the Sorcerer Supreme in the Window of Worlds room doing who knows what. Having decided, you went to the library and found Stephen at his desk reading a huge book. He was so absorbed in his reading that he even noticed you approaching, even though Cloaky broke free from his shoulders and flew towards you.
He only noticed you when you were already at his side, asking so that the sentient relic could leave your both alone for a moment. Cloaky flew away happily and you smiled feeling a warmth in your heart. Sometimes you caught yourself thinking it was weird to have so much affection for a piece of clothing, but Cloaky was so much more than that you end up telling yourself every time.
Stephen sighed heavily as if he expected you to complain to him, even though he knew you never complained. Maybe he simply knew he had crossed the line today.
 "Sweetheart, I know its Saturday and I know I should be spending some time with you, but I really need to find this specific spell..."
You shushed him wrapping your hands around his shoulders and positioning yourself right behind him. "I know. I didn't come here to complain, Steph. Do what you have to do." You said in a honeyed voice and began to massage his shoulders slowly. "I just want to spend some time with you while I can, if that's okay. I promise I won't disturb you."
He sighed heavily as you started working on a knot on his right shoulder and you could feel him melting under your touch and that was one of the things you loved most in the world.
"You could never disturb me, sweetheart. Hmm, this feels so good. I don't deserve you, Y/n."
"Shh. Enjoy it."
You smiled to yourself and continued with the massage and Stephen did his best to turn his attention back to his book which from what you could see was all written in runes.
It wasn't your intention to distract him, but you couldn't help but feel a little proud when you noticed how much he was melting into your touch, the slight moans he made every time you put more pressure on an area of ​​his shoulders that needed to be worked on more carefully and – of course – it didn’t took long for dirty thoughts start to creep into your mind.
As the minutes passed, your hands began to become more daring, going down his defined chest covered by his blue robes and he sighed contentedly when your lips began to place little kisses on the back of his neck, going up to bite his earlobe and finally whispering into his ear.
"Does it feel good?"
He groaned, lolling his head back and closing his eyes and resting it on your chest.
"It's perfect. I'm so tired, sweetheart. You have no idea."
You nodded "Yes I do. I’ve been worried about you all day. That's why I'm here. I wanted to make you relax a little bit."
He hummed positively, "God, it's working. I love the way you work your hands, Y/n. They're delicate, but firm at the same time. Perfect."
You felt your heart flutter in your chest and decided to dare a little by running your hand down his chest until you reached his belt. "Yeah? What if I use them here. Do you think I can make you relax even more?"
Stephen almost purred feeling your fingers ghosting over a growing bulge. He let out a low moan when you held him over his pants, rubbing your hand against him to tease him and then you dedicated yourself to unbuckling his belt.
You placed a kiss on his neck and walked around his chair, placing yourself between him and his desk. Stephen moved the chair back, giving you more space and watched you kneel in front of him with a big and warm smile.
You unbuttoned his pants and quickly took his cock out. He was already half hard and you couldn't resist giving him a little kiss on the head as he moaned a little louder this time but quickly tried to compose himself.
"Sweetheart...Wong is still at the Sanctum."
You smiled mischievously, licking your hand and started pumping him up and down slowly.
"I know."
Stephen let out a nervous chuckle, but his cock quickly hardened in your hand. "You know he could come in here at any moment, then.” Though his words should sound like a warning, his voice broke with sweet moans and you thought they were really cute.
“Oh fuck... these hands... devilish."
You giggled, stopping just for a second so you could spit on his cock and go back to stroking him. The wet, lewd sound only adding even more to his pleasure.
Stephen bit his lower lip hard to try and suppress a loud moan at which you tsked.
"It's okay, let me hear you, Steph. Wong is up stairs, it's just you and me here. You know I love hearing your moans, they make me so wet. Sometimes I touch myself just thinking about it, replaying the sound on my head."
Stephen gasped as you held him tighter twisting your hand while moving it up and down. His legs shook a little and he moaned loudly for you just the way you loved to hear.
"So fucking dirty, sweetheart. Oh I love it! I love when you work your hands in my dick. The best handjob I ever had."
You smiled proudly. "Yeah? You're flattering me just because you want me to make you cum."
Stephen moaned even louder this time.
"God yes, please. I need you to make me cum, sweetheart. But it's not only because of that. You're perfect. You know I always say this. You’re always so good to me."
One of the things you loved most about Stephen was how controlling and rough he could be in sex and at the same time be sweet and affectionate. He was always so sweet when he let you have control over him like that, and you loved it.
You spat on his cock again and started working with both hands, rotating one from the base to the tip and the other massaging his balls. Stephen let out a groan and caressed your face, his thumb pulling your bottom lip down.
"Why don't you put that little mouth to work for me, uh? I'm dying for a blowjob."
You smiled mischievously, but even though his voice sounded so pleading and sexy, broken by small moans, you didn't give in. You know he would take back control to himself if you let him fuck your mouth, and you were loving that little submissive moment of his.
"I want you to cum on my hands, Stephen. You just told me how much you love them. They are not enough?"
"Yes I do.  Shit! They’re more than enough, sweetheart. I could cum just from thinking about them as I did so many times. " He whispered between moans and his thighs trembled under your hands and his cock throbbed. "Fuck… but I need it faster, need more."
You bit your lip holding back a moan of your own. Seeing your man in that state was a huge turn on for you.
"Fuck Stephen... I'm so wet right now. Pussy is begging for you, and I know you want me too. So badly. You wanna put your cock inside me, don't you? Fell my pussy stretching around it..."
"Fuck yes." Stephen groaned and his cock jumped in your hand.
You started to work both hands on his cock, feeling him throb beneath them. He was so close, all he needed was a little push.
"Come on then, Steph, show me how much you love my hands. Cum all over them, make a mess for me. I just want you to feel relaxed, you deserve it. Have been working so hard these last few days. I just want to make you feel good."
"Oh yeah, sweetheart..." He moaned loudly. "Keep talking to me."
You smiled, satisfied now that you had him the way you wanted. "Give me your cum, daddy. Love you so much. I just want to be a good girl for you, wanna make daddy cum in my hands. I know you love my hands, Stephen. Show me how much. Give it to me."
Stephen let out a loud groan and started to cum. Warm and thick ropes of cum spurting from his cock and spilling onto your hands.
"There you go, Steph" You praised.
"Oh fuck... oh sweetheart. God, I love you, sweet girl." The words escaped his trembling lips as his body shook. His cum running down your fingers, some soiling the top half of his robes. A delicious mess.
He caressed your face, laughing softly, the sound making your heart jump in your chest.
"Such a good girl for daddy. Love you so much, Y/n."
You smiled sweetly at him watching as he conjured a cloth and began to clean himself as best as he could, but you knew it would take a lot more than that to get the smell of cum out of his robes.
He took your hands and began to gently clean them and then got rid of the dirty cloth and buttoned his pants and belts again with a flick of his fingers.
"I'll let you get back to work now." You said, getting up and threatening to leave, but he was faster. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to sit on his lap.
"Do you really think I'm going to let you go that easily?" He threatened with a smirk.
"I don't want to disturb your work, Steph."
He buried his face in your hair inhaling deeply.
"Too late for that, don't you think? Or did you really think I could go back to work after a handjob like that?"
You let out a small giggle "I didn't mean to."
He pulled your hair to the side and purposefully rubbed his goatee across the crook of your neck making your skin prickle. "Well, I think that was exactly your intention and now you got what you wanted."
"And what exactly did I want?" You asked, feigning innocence.
Stephen bit your earlobe "Making me hard for you, wanting to fuck you senseless until you ask me to stop."
"That’s not true." You said petulantly, turning to look at him and pulling him to your lips. "I never ask you to stop." You said biting his lip.
Stephen held you tight in his lap, standing up and opening a portal to his room. Work would have to wait.
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Could you write a Stephen x f!reader with age gap where she’s ribbing him, calling him things like her “old man” (affectionately) and calling him out on his stamina, just to get a rise out of him and he shows her just how wrong she is (maybe with overstim on her end)
Thanks Xx
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Show Me What You’ve Got, Old Man
Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader
Warnings: SMUT! Explicit language, age gap, spanking, oral (f receiving), fingering, PinV (unprotected), degradation, slight overstimulation, slight voyeurism.
Word Count: 7,799
Reading time: ≈ 28 mins.
A/N: first and foremost, @vickie-mcmuffin just released a oneshot with a very similar prompt, go check it out and show her some love!!! second, one thing about me? imma write an age gap where doctor strange is concerned, LMAO. solid request, 10/10, no notes. enjoy the read <3
18+ or i haunt you like a ghost from ur past &lt;;3!
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Stephen was used to you testing his nerves. It was your favorite pastime, really. He supposed it had something to do with all that pent-up energy and wit— and there was a lot of it with you being so young and fresh. But some days— oh some days— he just wanted to tie you up in the nearest corner and put a gag in your mouth. You were relentless. And while your flirtations were normally sweet, you definitely had a brattier side that he found jumping out more and more. He liked when you flirted with him, and he should have known better than to flirt back. Though you’d made it abundantly clear that there was no hesitancy on your part due to your age gap, he found himself second-guessing the flirtation from time to time. He knew he shouldn’t be responding to it or entertaining it, but you made it so damn hard to ignore.
It had started out innocent enough that day. He was rummaging through the cabinets at Kamar-Taj trying to find his favorite tea when you’d saddled up beside him and bumped him gently out of the way with your hip, reaching up and pulling down the sugar for yourself before serving him a shy smile and going back to your own tea. As you put the sugar back in the cabinet, you also placed the box he’d been looking for right in his line of sight with a little smirk and sashayed away, hips swinging back and forth, mug cradled carefully in your hands.
Then about half an hour later when he was on his way to teach a beginners course for opening gateways, he’d seen you sitting in the courtyard, legs crossed, eyes shut gently, deep breaths forcing your chest to rise and fall at a slow and steady pace. The swells of your breasts were rather hard to ignore in the tank top you were wearing— you always wore one under the top layer of your robes, insisting that all the fabric was too heavy for you to concentrate in.
“It looks unprofessional.” He’d scold gently
“We’re magic wielders, Doctor. I don’t work in an office and I won’t spend the rest of my life in a uniform.”
“Why not? It looks nice enough on you. And the other students stare when you don’t have on the upper half. It looks like we’re playing favorites.”
“Oh…” You hum, “I see.”
“What?”
“It’s hard for me to concentrate in my robes, but it’s much harder for your other students to concentrate when I’m out of them.” You’d raise a quizzical brow, “Is it your students that have a hard time focusing or you, Master Strange?” Glancing up at him through your lashes you tease, “Just another old man perving on his student… how unfortunate. I believe the world suspects better of you.”
So you knew exactly what you were doing when you took off that outer layer. And even if it was hot and it did help you concentrate, even if that was the original motive, he was almost certain that motive had been entirely overruled. Though, he couldn’t say he actually cared. He just had to continue being a hard-ass about it… like most things you did.
Not to mention, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t play a part in some in it. 
When he’d stalked into the library at around noon to find a very specific book to go over during lunchtime, he couldn’t help but stop and stare when he saw you. There you stood on your tip-toes, both hands stretched upward, fingers just shy of missing the book you were clearly so desperate to reach. And the space between the shelves was too narrow, but Stephen made his way over, wedging himself between you and the shelf. 
He watched your body go stiff as his as he leaned forward a bit farther than necessary, leaned down a bit farther than necessary as well to whisper, “Pardon me, just trying to reach this…” Before pulling the book you’d been so desperately trying to reach from the shelf and sliding away, leaving the touch of his hand against your waist
And that was where he’d anticipated it ending for the day. Because the next time the two of you would see each other would be during a sparring class, and for as insistent as you were, you never pushed your boundaries when there were other students around. You were as big a believer in respect as he was, and you both knew exactly what it would look like if other students and Masters caught wind of your flirtations.
“Y/N, with Master Strange.” Wolfe demands walking by you during your warmup stretches
You crack open one eye and ask, “You’re gonna make me beat up an old man?”
Stephen did a double-take hearing the conversation. Old man? He wasn’t that old…
He watched as Sarah tried to quell a smile, “You’ve far surpassed proficiency in hand-to-hand. You’re a danger to the other students.” She tells you
You ‘tsk’ and roll your eyes, “You give a guy a concussion once.”
“And a fair amount of harsh bruising to others.”
“You know as well as I do it’s far less dangerous to bruise another student’s skin than to bruise a Master’s ego, Master Wolfe.” You could feel Stephen’s eyes on you as you pout, “What if I hurt his feelings?”
“Y/N…” She chides
“Sorry. Yes, Master Wolfe.” You relent with a smile
“Old man?” The all-too-familiar baritone creeps up your neck and causes chills to break out across your body, “I’m not old enough for that title quite yet, I don’t think.”
You close your eyes and hum, giving a shrug, “That’s your opinion.” You scoot over and pat the space next to you, “Come stretch. Don’t want you to pull anything when we get started, Gramps.” Stephen complied, lowering himself gracefully next to you on the stone floor and you smile asking, “Were those your knees I just heard?”
He scoffs, “You didn’t hear my knees.”
“I think I did…”
“Oh, very funny. Someone is in a mood today.”
You hum quietly, “What kind of mood do you think I’m in, Doctor?”
“Not entirely sure.” He huffs out, rather disappointed your eyes aren’t open to ogle his arms as he stretches them over his head… you normally do, “How was your time in the library earlier today?”
“Well, seeing as how someone took the book I needed, entirely ineffective. Thank you.”
“It’s too advanced for you anyway.”
“And how do you propose I better myself if I continue reading the same old same old?”
“I’ve always found hands-on experience rather helpful.”
“Hands-on experience?” He watches as you crack open one eye and look him over, “Offering your services, Master Strange?”
Stephen’s nostrils flared as he looked away from you, “I’m sure any of the other Masters or upper-level students would be more than happy to help you, Miss Y/L/N.”
You smile to yourself, “So shy with others around.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“I mean, that you have no problem rubbing yourself against me in private between bookshelves, but the second other people are around you’d rather put on that air of professionalism and pretend you wouldn’t rather be between the shelves.”
“I wasn’t— I simply needed that book.”
“Oh?” You ask, “And tell me… what did you need a beginner’s level book on astral projection for, Master Strange?”
Well… shit.
“It wasn’t me who needed it so much as Wong. He’d asked me to take it to the London Sanctum. One of their students needed it and their copy was missing.” Stephen lies succinctly 
“And that required you to grind against my a—“
“I didn’t.” He denies, “And do lower your voice.”
He did. Round and wonderful. He’d thought about it many, many times. He hadn’t gotten as solid of a feel for it as he’d have liked.
“If you didn’t then you shouldn’t be worried about anyone overhearing the conversation.” You point out, “My apologies. I misinterpreted the interaction. I’ll be sure to move away next time.”
“Thank you.” He says simply in response, though secretly dreading you would actually put the threat into action
“I should have known anyways.” You sigh, “A nice old guy like yourself isn’t into creeping on little girls, is he?” You glance at him sideways and enjoy the way his jaw tenses, “You wouldn’t waste your time flirting and teasing someone so young and innocent. Not when there’s a line of women out there in the real world perfectly willing and ready to fall into your bed at the first glance.”
“Innocent is not the first word that comes to mind when I look at you, Dear.” Stephen says, glaring down at you
“Dear? Highly unprofessional, Master Strange. Really…” You stand and look down at him, “I’ll find us a nice private place to work. Come find me whenever you get yourself off the floor. I’ll give you twenty— or do you need more?”
He rolls his eyes, “I’ll be there in three minutes.”
“It’s better if we set realistic expectations for ourselves.” You chide with a grin
“You’re right.” He agrees, “I’ll be there in a minute.”
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Stephen actually took his three minutes. He needed it to compose himself. He wasn’t sure what you were playing at today, but he could tell you were up to no good. Your condescending tone and catty little attitude made him want to spank the disobedience right out of you. He could imagine how satisfying the action would be… how nice the imprint of his hand on your ass cheek would look. He’d bend you over the nearest surface and serve one for every snotty little remark you’d made today. You’d be writhing beneath him by the end of it, ass wiggling, little hands clawing at anything and everything, looking for something to hold on to. He’d lean over you, pressing his half-hard—
Shit.
Stephen huffed to himself as he walked over to the spot you’d chosen. A back corner beneath the shade of a tree. A growl bubbled up from his throat when he saw the top half of your uniform slung over one of the branches in the tree. Your too tight tank top with itty-bitty straps sitting far too low on your chest, exposing the black sports bra beneath it. Stephen wasn’t exactly understanding the dynamics of that sports bra. He thought the point was to flatten, not push your tits up to your neck.
“Put it on.” He grit out immediately upon arrival
“No one else has seemed to notice but you. And Master Wolfe always lets me keep it off. Given she’s my instructor at the moment, it stays off.” You fire back immediately, you grin and bounce on the balls of your feet saying, “Besides, I can move a whole lot easier with it off.”
Yeah, he could see that.
He sighed, “Straight to it? First to tap loses?”
“Sure.” You agree
Stephen immediately stepped forward and hooked his foot around your ankle, pulling your leg from under you and watching as you tumbled to the floor. You looked up at him with pure disdain and pouted.
“I’m sorry, when did we call start?”
“You said ‘sure’ which sounded a lot like ‘let’s start.’” He smiles to himself, but does offer a hand to help you up from the floor
You reach up and gingerly take his hand before your grip goes a lot firmer and you pull him down so his stomach meets your foot. You huff and with what feels like far too little effort, throw him over your head, sending him flat on his back behind you. He lets out a groan and rolls over to find you standing and ready for whatever move he makes next. You did like to play dirty.
“Ouch.”
“You started it.”
“How old are you?”
“I wasn’t born in a year that starts with a one, if that’s what you’re asking.” You tilt your head and ask, “What were the roaring twenties like? Always wanted to know. Loved The Great Gatsby in high school.”
“Oh, c’mon…” He mutters, “I’m definitely not that old.”
“Show me what you’ve got, Old Man.”
He throws a weak jab to your left side which you sidestep easily with a grin, “Gotta’ be quicker than that.” He throws another, much quicker as you’d suggested to your right, “Not quite.”
The next jab he throws, you grab his wrist and twist so his arm is behind his back, his hand pressed between his own shoulder blades. A high uncomfortable stretch, and one which can genuinely hurt if the person were on the floor immobile. Stephen bends his free arm and elbows you in the ribs gently, just hard enough to force you to let go. He huffs when you don’t and repeats the same action with much more force, pulling a hiss from your throat as you drop his arm.
“You understand the point of sparring is practice without any real damage to your partner, correct?” Stephen chastises, “If you weren’t so stubborn, you’d make it out unscathed.”
“Unlike others, I don’t worry about my paper-thin skin bruising from a little pinch, Doctor.” 
“Shut up and swing.” He grouches
Instead of your arm, your swing your right leg up at him. Stephen raises his arm and lets you kick him in the ribs, only to bring his arm back down and trap your leg. As Stephen was trying to decide what to do with you from this position, he ducked out of the way just before your fist made contact with his jaw. He glared at you seriously, his nostrils flared.
“Have to be honest, kinda glad I missed that one. Don’t wanna ruin the money maker.”
Stephen’s ego received a boost from the comment if nothing else, though he still lectures, “You’re going to hurt someone swinging full force like that some day.”
You groan and wrench your leg from his hold, “Isn’t that the point? What the hell are we training for if not to hurt someone?”
“We don’t train you so you can hurt someone else, Y/N. We train you so you can protect you.”
“Where is the difference?” You throw your arms in the air
Stephen swiftly wrapped one arm around your own and pulled the other back with it, standing behind you with both your arms trapped over your head in his hold. You wiggled for a moment before deciding that would get you nowhere. He was stronger and taller— a huge advantage for him in this position. Think and buy time. Stephen waited patiently to see your next move. He could practically hear the cogs turning in your head. Not to mention he could smell your shampoo… clean and floral, something sweet but soft— so very much the opposite of you.
“What’s the difference?” You repeat quietly, tensing yourself a little so his arms would have to spread wider to keep you in their grasp
“Hm?”
“What’s the difference in hurting someone and protecting me if I have to hurt them to protect me?”
Stephen couldn’t resist drawing you back just a little farther, masking it as trying to gain a firmer hold, “Because protecting you means we get you out of the situation in as little time, with as little energy as possible. Hurting someone just because you have the ability to is cruel. When they’ve surrendered, you let go. That is what you need to learn. It is not about the power.” Stephen brought his lips closer to your ear and whispered, “Think of all the things I could do to you from here, Dear. Some I’m sure you’d find more painful than others— but the fact is, I could do them and you couldn’t stop me. But just because I can, doesn’t make it right.” He felt you shift on your feet, your body wiggling in his grasp, your cheeks flushing pink, “Would you like to tap?”
“No.” You huff, “Rather like where I’ve found myself.”
Stephen ducked his head and smiled, “Though that may be, you do have to get out… can’t spend all day like this.” He lowered his voice and asks, “So, how do you get out?”
You seem to contemplate for a moment before admitting, “I don’t know.”
“Dead weight.” He responds, “You’re overestimating the strength of my arms. They’re the weakest part of my body. Make yourself dead weight and you’ll fall away without a problem.”
“But now you know my next move.” You pout
Stephen chuckles in your ear sending a chill up your spine, “I don’t know what you’ll do after the fact.”
You wait a moment before making yourself dead weight as he says, and you appreciate the fact that he does still try to hold you up, he doesn’t just let you go. You land on your knees and with a smile turn to face him, making your eyes wide and innocent as you stare up at him, chin tilted up. Stephen took in a steady breath. It was a nice sight, he had to admit that much.
“Any good?” You ask
“Perfect.” He agrees
You reach forward and grab him in the bend of his knees. His legs give out and he falls to the ground with a groan. You immediately scamper up his body, straddling over his waist, crossing your arms and grabbing his lapels to place him in a choke hold.
“Not cool.” Stephen mumbles, rubbing the back of his head
“Why not? I thought it was pretty good.” You wiggle a little, sliding your hips down over his crotch
He gives a little grunt and his hands come to your hips on reflex. He glares up at you and you just smile down at him.
“Stop.” He hisses
“Stop what?”
“That!” He exclaims as you wiggle again
“I’m just waiting for you to tap out.” You feign, “Though… doesn’t exactly feel like you want out of this position…” You wiggle against the bulge becoming quite a bit more prominent in his pants
“Y/N. Enough. We are in a public setting with other students and Masters—“
“We’re training.” You roll your eyes, “Already too worn out? C’mon, where’s your stamina, Old Man?” Stephen shift below you and you settle your weight over him more firmly, your lips parting ever so slightly at the pressure
“Cut the Old Man shit.” He grits out
“Awe…” You pout down at him, tightening your hold on his neck, “Are your feelings hurt, Master Strange?”
Stephen steeled his hold on your hips and flipped the two of you so you were face down on the stone. He pinned you wrists above your head, straddling over your thighs… his hips more or less pressed against your ass, but that was just a fact of the position, not his own will. It was however his own will when he leaned down, pressing his half hard-on between your ass cheeks. He couldn’t have missed the little whimper you gave if he tried.
He put his lips beside your ear and growled out, “We need to have a serious talk about your boundaries and sense of professionalism, Miss Y/L/N. You will come to my office at the end of the day. Am I understood?” You phrased below him and Stephen snarled, pressing more of his weight against you, “Am I understood?”
You swallow hard and nod, “Yes, sir.”
He released your hands, “Now tap.”
You tapped and Stephen immediately lifted himself off of you and turned to leave, “Tell Master Wolfe had a matter of urgency to attend to. You’ll need a new partner the rest of this session.”
“Yes, sir.” You agree, voice shaky as you lift yourself from the ground
“As soon as your day is done. Your schedule is free after seven. I expect you to be in my office before or at eight. No later.”
“Yes, Master Strange.”
But he was already storming away.
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Stephen was sitting in his office waiting for you. He kept glancing toward the clock. A quarter til eight and you still hadn’t shown. He started to wonder if his tone hadn’t been serious enough for you. He was at his wit’s end. That little stunt you pulled… completely inappropriate. Even more inappropriate was the face he had to continue reminding himself how inappropriate it had been. But the image had been… enticing to say the least. The idea that one of the other students or Masters might have seen only made the situation more arousing. But he was supposed to be the adult in this situation. He shouldn’t be considering… entertaining such behavior.
There was a gentle knock on the door and he straightened up behind his desk, calling, “Come in.”
You stepped through the door timidly, hands laced behind your back, “Door opened or closed?”
“Whatever you’re more comfortable with.”
You nudged the door to with your foot. Stephen didn’t look up from the book he seemed to be absorbed in. You walked farther into the room and took a deep breath. It smelled so perfectly of him. There was a little fireplace on the far side of the room that made the smaller area nice and warm. Three different rugs were layered over themselves in front of it, a large regal-looking chair slightly to the side. His desk was large, deep oak wood with a chair to match. The space suited him very well.
“Good evening.” You murmur
“How were the rest of your classes?”
You shrug, “Fine. Still no luck opening a portal. Not even a spark.”
“And you believe you’re ready for astral projection?” Stephen asks, glancing up at you through his lashes
You weren’t in your robes. Your hair was half-dried and falling over your shoulders, face glowing fresh out of the shower. You wore a ratty old tee shirt with a seriously worn-out collar and a pair of little bitty sleep shorts. He knew it was what you preferred to relax in, and he seriously doubted you were still trying to cause trouble after this afternoon… but it really wasn’t helping your case. The sight of you looking so pretty undone only made him angrier. You had him by the throat even when you weren’t trying.
You give a little stomp, “It’s the only thing I haven’t made progress on. I can conjure, I can fight, I can even transmute smaller objects—“
“Really?” Stephen asked, rather impressed and unaware of such progress
“Yes.”
Stephen looked around his desk and placed a pen in front of you, “Go on.” He gestures to it
You stepped forward tentatively and picked up the pen. You closed your eyes and focused on breathing, focused on exactly what object you wished the pen to become, trying to see it clearly in your mind’s eye. The more detailed the picture, the closer it would come out how you wanted. Stephen watched your palm illuminated with magic, a soft golden light cast onto your face, eyes closed softly in concentration. He smiled when he saw your nose twitch, lost deep in thought. Such a pretty girl. He gave you an impressed look when you opened your eyes and gently held the former pen out to him. Instead, a small white wildflower was placed in his palm.
“Just started practicing inorganic to organic… much harder than one inorganic object to another.” You admit
“Still… very nice work.” Stephen compliments, “You do learn quickly when you want to.”
You shrug, “Not in any rush, Master Strange.”
“That’s a nice change of pace from the usual.” Stephen admits
A silence settled over the room. You looked down at the hardwood floor and dug your fuzzy-sock-clad foot into one of the cracks. Stephen sat there observing you. In his fury, he hadn’t exactly considered where to go from here. To let you off the hook would be a grave mistake, that much he was certain of. But to scold you too harshly meant that it would all come crumbling down, and he didn’t exactly want that either. So what did he let win here? His head or his dick?
He pushed the chair out from under the desk and turned it slightly to the side demanding quietly, “Come over here.”
You swallowed hard and tiptoed around the side of the desk, feeling very much like a little kid who got sent to the principal’s office. But this was so much worse— because the principal was awfully hot when he was angry, but your flirtation is what had landed you here in the first place. You stood in front of Stephen with your arms laced behind your back… he was still nearly at eye level even sitting down. He drew in a long breath and sat up farther in his chair, looking you over.
“Master Strange, I apologize for what happened at sparring this afternoon.” You decided to take initiative, “I may have gotten a little carried away.”
“Carried away?” Stephen repeats, watching you look to the floor
“Yes, sir.”
“And are you referring to the name-calling, the flirting, or the grinding yourself against my cock?” Your head snapped back up, eyes a bit wide, but Stephen just chuckled dryly, “Well, if you can do it, might as well be able to talk about it.”
Your mouth went dry but you mustered enough courage to mumble, “All of it.”
“I don’t want you acting that way in front of the other students and Masters ever again. Am I understood?”
“Yes, sir.” You agree
“Now, what to do with you…” He muses, bringing a hand to his chin to rub over his goatee, “There’s always library duty. Everyone’s favorite.” You pout a little at the idea but don’t object, “Could have you sent to the New York Sanctum to act as a maid. Or scrubbing the floors of the courtyard— been a while since someone’s done that.” Stephen muses, trying to hide a small smile behind his hand at the twitching of your nose once more. He lets the idea hang in the air a while before tutting, “Ah, no. I have a perfect idea for you, Dear.”
You shuffle on your feet, waiting to hear that he’s making you stand in this room until you can open a portal, or write out lines on a chalkboard over and over again. Classic cursive knowing him. One line again and again until you got it through your head he wasn’t interested in you like that: ‘I will not be horny with my Master in public.’ Instead, he reached forward and grabbed your hips, pulling you forward between his spread legs. Your heart rate immediately skyrocketed from such a gentle touch— just a taste of the proximity you craved. Stephen watched your face, your brows knitting together in confusion.
He spoke softly, “Pull these little shorts down for me.”
You swallowed hard and stammered out, “P-pull down my..?”
“Mhm.” He hummed simply in return
With shaking hands, you put your thumbs through the waistband of your shorts and let them slide to the floor. Stephen smiled at the little panties you were wearing covered in hearts. How cute.
“Now straddle my lap for me.”
You swallowed hard and moved forward, carefully placing your knees on either side of his legs in the large chair. You hovered over him and Stephen grabbed your hips roughly and forced you down. You gave a little gasp, your hips shifting forward as you landed over the bulge in his pants once more today. Stephen tilted his head up and placed a gentle kiss on your neck, smiling when goosebumps broke out beneath his lips. He ran his hands up and down your arms gently, caressing from your wrists to your shoulders.
“Hands on the back of the chair, Sweetheart.” He commands lowly, “And keep them there until I say different.”
“Master Stra—“
“Uh-uh. No talking. Just do what I say.” He cuts you off, glancing up to find your face flushed a violent pink, “Unless you need it to stop.” He raises a brow, “Do you want it to stop?” You bite into your bottom lip and shake your head no, placing your hands on the back of the chair like he asked and Stephen gives a pleased little smile, “Then just do what I say. This is your punishment for the way you acted today.” He explains, trailing his hands from your was it to your ass, giving a little grope, “And if you’re a good girl, I might give you a reward. How’s that sound?” Your brows are still tensed in confusion, but you give a nod of permission, “That’s good. Stay quiet for me, yeah?”
You nod a shift a little, not quite certain what his next move will be. Stephen’s hands grope gently at your ass, setting your nerves ablaze. You can feel him semi-hard beneath you, even the thick material of the robes can’t hide that. You let out a little gasp as his hand pulls away for a split second, only to meet your ass hard and fast. You jump a bit in his lap and Stephen smiles to himself. You let out a whimper and bury your head in the crook of his neck, his cologne overwhelming your senses quickly.
“You know… I’m used to your little attitude, Sweetheart. But today you were outright mean.” Another slap to the globe of your ass cheek, another little squeal, “Why’s that, huh?”
“I… I thought I wasn’t supposed to speak, sir.”
“If I ask you a question you can.” Another slap, “So why were you so mean to me today?”
You shake your head in the crook of his neck and deny, “Wasn’t trying to be mean…”
“No?” A slap harder than the previous three makes you let out a bit of a groan, the noise traveling straight to Stephen’s dick, “What were you trying to do then?”
“I- I just—“
“Uh-uh.” Stephen interrupts, bringing his free hand up to your chin and forcing your head back to look at him, “Look at me when you speak.”
You swallow hard, your lip stuck out in a pout as you say, “I didn’t wanna be mean… only wanted your attention.”
Another slap, “And making fun of my age, calling me Old Man, teasing me for my stamina… that was your way of doing it?” He pouts back at you, “A little girl teasing her crush on the playground. Really? How old are you?”
“Too young to be sitting in the lap of a dirty old man.” Your tongue replies before your brain can check it
Stephen serves you an unamused glare and lets his hand down over your ass much harder, the sound echoing through the room. You give a yelp and rest your forehead against his shoulder, your body shaking slightly.
“If I’m so dirty and old, why are you in my lap letting me do this to you, Sweetheart?” He whispers in your ear, “You wanna’ know what I think? I think you love it. You love how much older I am, you love that you have my attention, and as you’ve very well proved this afternoon, you’re willing to do anything to keep it.” He hears you inhale sharply, “Hit the nail on the head, didn’t I?”
You wiggle a bit and Stephen brings his hands to your hips to still you. You don’t answer, keeping your head buried in his shoulder, completely embarrassed by the situation at hand. Because of course, you loved it, and of course, he knew it. He’d known it from the moment you started this mess. But he would be the one to finish it. He spanked you again, and again, and again.
“Now be a good girl and say what you really want instead of firing insults at me over and over again.” He demands
“Want you.” You mumble
“Look at me.” He growls, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tilting your head back
“You. I want you.”
“Want me to what, Little Girl?” His eyes bore into your own, the blue enveloped almost entirely by his pupil, his lips only millimeters from your own
“Fuck me.” You whisper
Stephen leans in closer, his lips ghosting over your own, “All you’ve ever had to do was ask, Dear.”
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You held your breath, waiting for him to press his lips to yours. Waited and waited… but it never came. Instead, he twisted and grabbed beneath your thighs, sitting you on his desk. He pried your legs open and wasted no time in ducking down, burying his face in your clothed cunt. You gasped as his tongue jumped out and licked a long, thick, shameless stripe over your sex. Your knuckles hurt from the strength with which you gripped the edge of the table. Stephen grabbed at the waist of your panties and manhandling you dragged them off. You closed your legs on instinct and he pried them open once again, giving you a dangerous look. He leaned forward and wasted not a moment before thrusting his tongue into your hole. Your head fell back and you let out a moan.
Stephen slapped the side of your thigh and demanded, “Eyes on me.” He thrust his tongue into you once more and loved watching you strain trying to hold back another sound of pleasure, “Already wet for me. Were you wet before you walked in? Were you thinking about me all day, Sweetheart? Desperate to have this pretty little hole filled?” He licked a fat stripe from your hole to your clit and you keened, “Mm, feels good doesn’t it?”
You swallow hard and nod, “Yes, sir.”
“What if I do this..?” Stephen stuck two long fingers into you making you whimper, “That feel good too?” You nodded emphatically, looking down to where his fingers disappeared inside of you, “I know it does. I know a lot, Little Girl. Like you’ve made clear all day, I’ve been around a lot longer than you.” Stephen curled his fingers and searched gently until he found that spongey spot that made your eyes roll back, “That’s the spot right there, huh? Sure you’re used to a bunch of bumbling idiots who don’t know how to make you feel good. You just want someone to take care of you, isn’t that right?”
Your hips bucked as he curled his fingers into that spot over and over again, a gasp bubbling up your throat, “M-Master Strange!” You cried out
He tuts, “I know you wanna’ yell, but you have to keep quiet for me. Can’t let anyone hear what we’re doing in here. Gonna stay quiet for me?”
“Yes, sir.” You agree, “Please, Doctor…” You give him beggar’s eyes, “Please give me your mouth.”
“Where?” Stephen licks a circle around your clit, “Right there?”
“Fuck, yes.” You sigh, head falling forward
“You’re so much prettier when you’re compliant.” Stephen says, just to rile you up
He smiles when your nose twitches, your lips pulling into a grimace, eyes snapping open. But you were in no position to bite out the ‘fuck you’ you so desperately wanted to. So you kept your mouth shut and blocked out the sound of his voice, instead focusing solely on his tongue tracing patterns on your clit. Fuck, his mouth felt good even if it was used primarily for talking shit. You were already embarrassingly close to cumming. It was too soon, and you were sure to get an earful if you—
“Oh? You about the cum, Sweetheart? I feel you squeezing my fingers. You trying to hold out on me?”
“No.” You snap
Stephen tilts his head and gives you a knowing smile, “Come on, Y/N. None of that right now. Be a good girl and cum for me. No holding out on me or I’ll just stop altogether. You won’t get my cock.” Your cunt fluttered at the suggestion and he chuckled, “Yeah, I know. You want it.”
Stephen leaned back down and placed his mouth over your clit. He stroked his tongue over that perfect spot one, two, three…
“Oh… shit, Steph—“ Your whine was cut off as your body convulsed above him, a silent scream leaving your lips, head thrown back, one hand coming to Stephen’s head to hold him there, “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” You chanted over and over under your breathe once it’d come back to you
Stephen growled and pulled away from your cunt, standing and shoving his chair back and leaning over you, one hand going around your throat. You stared up at him wide-eyed and he leaned down, taking you in a bruising kiss. With his free hand, he shed the top layer of his robes and pulled down his pants and boxers. He was too eager to take the time to undress himself fully or even magic the clothes away. He jerked himself a few times, moving his hand from your throat and pressing it over your mouth, entering you in one quick, rough thrust. Your mouth wasn’t muffled enough, he could hear the squeal you let out plain as day, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Stephen rested his forearms on either side of your head and leaned over you, drawing his hips back to snap them into place, another squeal echoing through the office space.
“This what you wanted, Sweetheart?” He grunted out, “This what you been beggin’ for all day? Just needed my cock in you?” You whimpered, your voice shaking from the ferocity of his thrusts, “I know it’s what you wanted. Look at you… hasn’t even been half a minute and this pretty little pussy is fluttering around me. Don’t even have to touch your clit, do I? Make you cum… just… like… this.” He punctuated each word with a harsh thrust
Tears gathered in your waterline and he smiled down at you. He uncovered your mouth and ripped your shirt upward, smiling at the little bralette you wore beneath it. Red to match the hearts on your panties.
“How cute is that? All matching for me.” He grinned, watching your tits follow the momentum as he rocked you against the desk
“S-stephen…” You whimper, “S’big. C-cock is so b-b-big— fu—ck.”
“I know.” He pouts down at you condescendingly, “And this hole is so goddamn tight— shit, Baby Girl. You keep fuckin’ choking my cock.”
“I can’t help it…” You sob, “It’s— it’s so much. It’s too—“
“Oh, no, no, no. Can’t be too much, Little Girl. You can take it. You can’t be tired already? Only cum once for me. Gonna’ make you cum at least three more times.” Stephen brings himself back to his full height, reaching beneath your hips and angling you upward. You give another cry of pleasure and he shushes you, “Uh-uh. Gotta’ keep quiet for me. Don’t want anyone to hear you getting fucked in here, do you? Think of all the trouble we’d be in.”
He was drilling into your g-spot over and over and you felt like you weren’t on this plane of existence anymore. Because it was too much— but it was too fucking good to quit. His cock was stretching you in a way no one ever had… and he was so fucking deep. Christ, he must be massive.
“M’sorry, sorry.” You say as quietly as you can, “It just feels so good, Stephen.”
“Yeah, Sweetheart? Everything you hoped it’d be?”
“B-better…”
“Cum for me again. Wanna’ feel you cum on my cock.” 
And again your body obeyed him. He watched as your back arched, shoving two fingers in your mouth as it opened. You grabbed onto his wrist and suckled on his fingers, staring up at him all teary-eyes and lost. Nothing but him, only him. Stephen withdrew his fingers from your mouth and started circling your clit and you whined, shaking your head, but not able to say a word against the action. Too blissed out to care.
“Feel so good, Sweetheart. So damn good.” Stephen grunts out above you, “Gonna’ give me another? No holding back, remember?”
You shake your head, “S’too—“ You give a cry as Stephen jackhammers into you, “S-stephen, too much, please…”
“Please to another? I think we can make that happen.” He grins down at you evilly, “You want it on my cock or you need my mouth—“
Stephen paused entirely. His thrusting, his speech. He put a hand over your mouth and held a finger to his lips once more, looking toward the door, listening intently. Your eyes went wide when you heard the handle on the door turn, but Stephen just watched, not moving a muscle, not moving to pull out or pull away in the slightest. When the intruder realized the door had been locked— you weren’t sure how, you hadn’t locked it when you closed it, they called out.
“Master Strange? Are you still here?”
Stephen gave you a small smile and drew his hips back, resettling in you slowly as he replied, “Yes, Master Wolfe, just finishing some work up for the day.”
“May I come in? I’d like to discuss what I saw during sparring this afternoon. I can’t find Ms. Y/L/N—“
“Yes, she’s at the New York Sanctum playing maid as punishment.” Stephen continued pushing in and out of you, “Though, wouldn’t be surprised if she’d finally managed to open a portal to escape her punishment.”
“Oh, alright.” Wolfe hesitated before asking, “You know— there’s no technical rule against relations between a student and Master. But… it’s still frowned upon by many.”
Stephen rolled his eyes and leaned down over you, his nose brushing against yours as he circled small tight circles around your clit and called back, “And what about two Masters fooling around, Sarah? You’ve been making an awful lot of trips to the Sanctum recently—“
“Stephen!” She exclaimed, but you could tell from her tone that the observation startled her
“I’m just saying— most would find it rather uncouth for the Sorcerer Supreme to be distracted from his duties—“
“He’s— we are not!” Wolfe stuttered out, “Strange, you open this door right now and come speak to me, or I’ll open it myself.”
“I really doubt that’s something you actually want at the moment.” Stephen warns, “Though, given I’m here, the Sanctum is rather empty. I’m sure our Supreme is unoccupied for the time being.”
There was a pause at this and you had to bite into your bottom lip to stifle a giggle. Stephen smiled back at you, his shoulders quaking with amusement. What an odd position to be in— though you were undeniably turned on. The man wasn’t even willing to pull out of you to go settle the conversation. While Stephen waited for an answer he reached up and pulled the cups of your bra off your tits. He immediately leaned down and began to suck on one, his hand leaving your clit to toy with the other. You threw your head back in pure delight, and Stephen smiled to himself when your walls fluttered around him.
“I think I see why Wong is so perturbed by you now.” Wolfe mutters through the door
Stephen picks his head up long enough to reply, “Wong only pretends to be perturbed, he’d fall apart without me.” And reattached his lips to the opposite nipple, making your back arch, your hands flying to his hair to keep him there— fuck, that mouth
“This conversation is not through.” Sarah says before the sounds of retreating footsteps echo down the hall
Stephen immediately praises, “Good girl… so good for me, Sweetheart.” He kisses up your neck and bites into the soft skin making you whimper, “I’ll only take one more from you, after that you just have to wait me out.” He starts thrusting into you more insistently again and grins like the devil, “Unfortunately for you, you’ve severely underestimated my stamina.”
You shiver as his warm breath touches your neck and nod, “Yes, sir.”
He looks down at you softly, a moment of tenderness showing through as he asks, “You are okay, aren’t you?”
You nod and return a soft smile, “I’m okay, Stephen.”
“Good.” He changes his pace, thrusting into you slow but hard and laments, “You know— shit— I wouldn’t be opposed to doing this again.”
“Mm?” Is all you can hum out in response
“If you learned to behave yourself, that is.” Stephen admonishes, “Can’t go around humping yourself against me like a bitch in heat in front of other people— holy fuck, Baby— pussy’s so tight, she always this tight?” You flutter around him and he smiles, “God, you love hearing how much I love this pussy, don’t you? You love hearing how good you are for me.” Stephen reaches back between the two of you to toy with your clit, “And you are so, so good. Such a sweet little girl when you’re getting what you want. And what was it you wanted this whole time, huh? Remind me.”
“Y-y-you, Stephen. W-want you to f-fuck me like this.” You pant out, clawing at his back as electricity courses through your body, “I’ll be good from now on— p-promise.”
“Mm, don’t make promises you can’t keep, Sweetheart.” Stephen teases, “But if you are good, remember where you end up. Laid out on my desk and dumb and fucked out.” 
You nod, “Yes… yes, sir.” You agree, “Y-your cock is so big. It hurts.”
“Mm…” Stephen smiles against your shoulder, “I know it does. But it hurts so good, doesn’t it?” You nod emphatically, “And you take it so fucking well. I’d take you for a whore if you weren’t so clearly desperate for me and me alone.” Your nails digging into his skin felt like heaven to him, “Be a good girl and cum for me one more time. After that you just have to lay here and let me play with you. Don’t have to move, don’t have to speak… just gonna let me use this pretty body, yeah?”
“Yes, sir…” You manage out, body in overdrive and mind reeling, on the verge of an explosion
“That’s right. Good girl. You gonna’ let me cum in you too? You want to take it in—“
Stephen was cut off by an obscenely loud moan as your orgasm ripped through your body. He didn’t let up as you convulsed beneath him, grinning ear to ear at the the idea that such a simple suggestion sent you hurling toward your finish.
You were filthy.
“Good girl, so good for me.” Stephen praises, “Now just give me about fifteen more minutes, Baby. I’m gonna take my time with this…”
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Show Me/Her Prize
Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!
Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader
Summary: You discover Stephen's little panty stealing habit and request a demonstration of what he does with them.
Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - mutual masturbation, dirty talk, panty stealing, slight dom/sub, sub Sinister, slight degradation, fingering, reference to oral sex, reference to vaginal sex, pet names, language
This is a follow-up to my story "His Prize". The idea was first posited in a comment from @ppatricia34me & the mutual masturbation theme requested by @ironstrange1991. Thank you for the ideas, as I'm quite proud of this one!
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"Stephen, did I drop some laundry in the hallway? This can't be all of it." 
Your voice echoed through the Sanctum and quickly found your lover's ear. From his spot in the living room, where he had been perched with some ancient tome he was rereading, Stephen stood up and started to scan the hall you had just come from for anything you may have dropped. 
He carefully placed the book down and continued looking around the floor to no avail. There didn't appear to be anything you had dropped and left behind. He even retraced your steps, ending in the doorway of the master bedroom. Where he found you sitting on your shared bed sorting through a large load of freshly dried laundry.
"I didn't see anything in the hall, my love. Why? What's wrong?" 
By now, you had started separating the clothes into distinct piles. One for his robes, one for his casual wear and boxers, one for your daily clothes, one for your pajamas, and lastly, one for your bras and panties. The last pile was definitely the smallest and seemed to be the source of your conundrum. Without looking up from the pile, you answered. 
"It's just weird, I can only find one pair of my underwear, and there should definitely be more than that." 
Oh shit. 
He tried to keep his expression neutral as you rooted through the piles of clothes again. Checking to make sure they weren't stuck inside sleeves or pant legs. Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion and slight frustration. 
He knew you weren't going to find them because he knew where they all really were. Sitting in the bottom right-hand drawer of his desk in his study. All stained with his cum. Having taken them to enjoy on his own. He didn't realize he must have pilfered quite so many. He certainly didn't intend for you to notice.
Or maybe he secretly did. Why else would he have kept doing it? Why else would he let himself take another pair without returning the last pair? It had all started with that purple lace pair he loved so much. Now, his drawer held a veritable rainbow of colors and fabrics. 
Really, it was all your fault. He had never been this way before you. Never stolen another girlfriend's panties before. Never been this insatiable before. It was just something about you that had him so obsessed and needy. He practically felt drunk every time you touched him. You just had this power over him. How could he resist taking your panties? 
He could fix this though. All he had to do was make it look like you had just missed a pile of laundry in the dryer. He would just go get your underwear out of his drawer, except maybe that favorite purple pair, use his magic to clean them and then bring them back, saying they were still in the dryer.
Yeah, that was it. That was what he would do. In the future, he would just be more careful about keeping his little collection under control because he definitely didn't intend to stop. He just had to go get them before you finished what you were doing and went to go check the dryer yourself.
"Tell you what, my love, why don't I go check to make sure you didn't miss some clothes in the dryer or drop them in the basement. You know how dark it can get down there. Don't you move a muscle." 
With that, he turned on a heel and walked out of the room in large strides that were just a bit too quick to appear innocent. You waited just a moment to follow him. Assuming that if he was up to something, you wanted to catch him red-handed. 
As soon as he was out of your view, he nearly ran to his office. Quickly unlocking the drawer with his magic and pulling all of your panties up onto his desk. Noticing just how out of control his habit had gotten, but still not wanting to give back any of them. Not when he now had such fond memories of each and every pair.
He quickly started sorting through them, trying to find the purple pair he refused to surrender, and maybe one or two others he just couldn't bear to part with. Did he want to keep the comfy cotton ones that weren't super sexy but held your scent the best? Or did he want to keep the tiny little black lace ones that hardly qualified as panties but looked so good both on you and wrapped around his cock? 
That was how you found him. Standing behind his desk with a mountain of your panties in front of him. Black lace pair in one hand and the cotton pair in the other. Eyes darting back and forth like he was dealing with a filthy Sophie's choice.
Once he realized you were standing in the doorway, he could have quite literally died of embarrassment. He wanted to crawl under the desk and pretend this was all some hormone driven nightmare. His cheeks immediately flushed bright red. Actually, they matched the really soft crimson red pair of your panties that had little penguins on them that also happened to be sitting right in front of him on his desk.
"Uhhh… don't freak out okay. This isn't what it looks like." 
That was the best response to your questioning face that he could come up with. He knew it wasn't a good response. Is it ever good when you have to use the phrases 'don't freak out' or 'this isn't what it looks like'? 
What made it even worse was that he couldn't seem to pry his fingers loose from your panties. So, instead of dropping the two the pairs he had been holding, he reflexively hid them behind his back. 
You tried as best as you could to not give away how close to falling apart with laughter you were. Of all the things you thought you might find, this was definitely not what you would have guessed. Stephen's flustered 'teenage boy caught with a Playboy' appearance made him look even more adorable and 100% guilty. 
You have never felt more confident in your entire life. The big scary sorcerer who was ready to threaten you with death when you fell into his world had not only fallen for you but also apparently had a naughty little habit of stealing your panties. By the looks of the white-ish stains streaked across each and every pair, it also appeared he quite enjoyed himself with them too.
"Well, I guess this answers my question about where all my panties have gone. Doesn't it Stephen?" 
You slowly started walking towards him with an extra sway in your hips. Your steps were slow and deliberate. Letting your fingers drag against the knick knacks around the room as you passed by them. Your body practically thrummed with energy. You felt so powerful seeing how your lover was so utterly entranced by you.
"Are you really that much of a needy boy that you resorted to stealing all my panties to jack off with? Only leaving me a single pair to wear. I guess you are a greedy boy, too. My greedy little panty thief. I can just imagine all three fun you've had with these. I can see it too."
You could see the effect your words were having on him. Somewhere between shame and arousal pooling in his eyes as he softly nodded. Adam's apple bobbing when he swallowed hard. His hands came back around to the desk. His fingers flexing and then grabbing at the pile of your soiled panties. Like a cat pawing at a scratching post. 
"My naughty boy. Tell me baby, do you like them better fresh off my pussy or after you've made them all messy by covering them with cum?"
A groan pulled from deep in his throat at both. Fuck, he didn't want to chose. He loved both. Your essence and smell was obviously why he stole them in the first place, but he kept them afterward because he loved seeing them marked with his cum. It was the same appeal of seeing you covered in his cum.
"I know you aren't shy Stephen, with all the filth you normally say when we fuck. Cat got your tongue honey? Don't worry, I'm not mad at you naughty boy. In fact, the thought of you being so needy and horny that you steal my panties is really hot. It makes me feel like the powerful one." 
By now, you had made your way over to stand next to him behind the desk. His eyes followed you the entire way even though his hands still hadn't let go of your panties. You reached up to brush a tendril of dark hair back from his face. Gently letting the back of your fingers caress his cheekbone on the way back down.
"You're so pretty, Stephen. Do you know that? I don't think I tell you that enough." 
You felt your cunt flutter at the way he keened at your praise. He was still so unused to being complimented, especially by you. He had spent years tearing himself down and you were quite enjoying building him back up. Slowly watching him become more confident in your presence and in your affections.
Reaching down, you carefully untangled his hands from the pile of your panties on his desk. Taking his hands in yours before leading him to sit down in the large armchair behind his desk. Letting your hands come to rest on his broad shoulders after leading his hands to sit on your hips. 
You were very thankful that you had neglected getting dressed that day. Still wearing the oversized t-shirt you had slept in the night before. It made the next part of your plan so easy to execute. 
"Show me, Stephen. I wanna see."
He was sure his brain had completely melted into a puddle at that point. There was no way you were actually asking what he thought you were.
"I said show me, Stephen. Show me what you do with my panties. I want to see how you play with your cock when you are in here alone. Just you and my panties that you have such a bad habit of stealing."
Without looking away from you, he started to reach back over to the desk to grab a pair of the panties that he had squirreled away. Only to stop suddenly when you tutted and shook your head no at him. Making his brow furrow in slight confusion. 
"I don't want you to use any of those panties, Stephen. I want you to use the ones I'm wearing right now. Go ahead. Take them off of me." 
He nodded gently while biting on his lower lip. Clearly fighting the urge to start disobeying your orders and throw you on the desk. He did find this dominant side of you ever so enticing though. He rarely let his more submissive side show, but this he could get used to. 
He placed his hands back on your body, this time letting them graze teasingly up the sides of your thighs. Coming to rest so his thumbs could slide under the waistband of your panties. Glancing up briefly to make sure he was doing what you wanted, the mischievous smirk on your face answering his question. A single nod falling before he started moving again.
Using the gentlest motions he could, he carefully slid your panties down your legs. Letting them pool at your feet and holding out his hand to you so you could steady yourself as you stepped out of them. 
Once you had finished, you moved to sit yourself up on the edge of Stephen's desk. Ready to enjoy the show he was about to put on for you. You signaled for him to continue.
"Go on, baby. Pick them up." 
Without taking his eyes off of you, he leaned down and delicately picked up your panties like they were a precious treasure. His long, beautiful fingers barely gripping the fabric with one hand. His other hand moved to start undoing the belts of his robes before moving to unfasten his pants. His bulge was now quite pronounced. 
You were getting more aroused by the second. You wanted to indulge your own need and slide your fingers between your legs, but you had a plan. That plan was to make him beg to touch you. You wanted to wait to touch yourself until he was on the verge of crumbling.
Even now, he looked a mess. Hair disheveled, breathing heavy. His cock already so hard and flushed. His tip was weeping precum already. His hand gripping his shaft lightly and making long languid strokes. He was clearly being very careful not to make himself cum quickly.
"You have such a pretty cock Stephen. So big and hard. Does it hurt, baby? Bet I know what would make it feel better. Why don't you go ahead and wrap my panties around that pretty cock." 
A wicked smile on your face as he did exactly as you told him. Who knew he could like being told what to do so much? Who knew your panties would look so good wrapped around his shaft? 
You watched for a moment as he stroked himself with your panties. Occasionally moving to adjust the soft fabric so he could caress his balls with it or slide it up and over his dripping slit. Creating little wet stains from his precum before sliding it back up and down his veined velvety length.
"Tell me why you like stealing my panties so much, Stephen? I think I'm starting to like it myself. It's like you're marking your cock as mine." 
He groaned at your statement and bucked his hips up. The urge to fuck his fist faster threatening to overtake him, but he was still holding out hope that he would get the chance to bury himself in your cunt before this was over. So he answered you, in as much detail as his brain would allow at the moment. All while continuing to stroke himself for your enjoyment. 
"I like it because I'm fucking addicted to you. I want to fuck you every minute of the day. This way I get the smell and feel of you without having to bother you. The best is when they are still a little wet when I get a hold of them. Like I got you riled up and wet earlier in the day, or maybe we already fucked and you were leaking a bit of my cum. Have to fight the urge to lick them clean while jerking off." 
You bit your bottom lip and moaned at his answer. It was one of the sexiest things you had ever heard him say. Any self-control you had left was quickly crumbling. Falling apart completely when he added one more sentence.
"... and this is your cock, darling. All of me belongs to you. Always will." 
Your legs started to spread on their own when he told you he belonged to you. You both knew just as well that you belonged to him just the same. Deciding to reward him, you slowly spread your legs before bringing one foot up to rest on his desk. Spreading yourself wide so you were fully exposed to him. 
"Well, this is all yours, Stephen, and I'm sure you can tell how turned on watching you has gotten me. See how wet I am just from watching you stroke your cock for me?" 
A wicked grin on your face as you brought one hand to your cunt and pulled your pussy lips open. Making sure he could see your innermost petals glistening for him. He reflexively licked his lips when he saw your slick practically dripping from your hole onto his desk. His hips now thrusting up into his hand and your panties uncontrollably.
You knew there was no way that he could hold himself back long enough to give you time to make yourself cum with him. You could still enjoy yourself and get him to finish the job after you enjoyed your show. Knowing that watching you play with yourself would help push him over the edge quicker.
So you let your fingers start rubbing at your cunt. Working to spread your wetness over your folds. Sighing at the feeling of finally getting some direct stimulation. You pulled your hand away and slapped your pussy a couple times. Groaning at the tingle it sent through you. Letting your fingers trail back up to circle your clit as you leaned on your other arm for support.
Your bottom lip had made its way between your teeth. Your eyes were hooded and just as hazed with lust as Stephen's. Both of you were completely lost in each other without even touching each other. 
You lowered your hand to slide two fingers in and out of your cunt. Knowing how much Stephen loved it when he could hear how wet you were for him. Your body did not disappoint as you started to thrust your middle and index fingers in and out of yourself. Somewhat frustrated that your fingers weren't as long and thick as Stephen's and that you couldn't quite reach your g-spot the way he could.
It still felt incredible though. Making sure to keep your palm grinding over your clit as you finger fucked yourself. A high pitched moan when you hit the perfect rhythm making Stephen start to lose his own pacing. Knowing he was about to hit his point of no return he couldn't hold back his whimpers any longer and he did something he never thought he would do. He begged.
"Oh fuck baby. I'm gonna cum so fucking hard for you. Can I cum? Please let me cum." 
Groaning at his unprompted begging, you vigorously shook your head, yes. Summoning your sweetest voice, you answered him and granted his request. 
"Cum for me Stephen. Show me how you cum all over my panties. Fill them up like a good boy."
He made sure to hold your panties so that they caught every thick warm spurt of his cum. Making sure to spread it around on the fabric, specifically aiming for the crotch of your panties. He had become well practiced at it. In a way he felt like it turned your panties into artwork. Pieces dedicated to how much he loved you. His orgasm was prolonged by having you there watching and touching yourself. Leaving the fabric somewhat soaked as he kept a hold of them. Once again, he wanted to keep them for himself. Just like all the others.
Once he had started to catch his breath and opened his eyes you pulled your fingers out of your pussy and brought your soaked fingers to his lips. Smiling when he greedily took them into his mouth and began sucking your nectar from them. Letting him enjoy a little treat before offering him a compromise to his panty stealing problem. 
"Tell you what, Stephen, I'll make you a deal. You can keep one pair of my panties for every orgasm you give me tonight. Sound like a plan?" 
You had barely finished your proposition before Stephen was shoving your hand away and pushing you to lay flat on his desk. Moving to loop his arms around your legs. Diving face first into your cunt and starting to devour you like a man starved. 
He didn't even bother tucking his cock back into his pants. He knew he would be hard again before long, and he intended to make you cum enough times he could keep his entire collection.
You might not have any panties left by the time he was done with you, but you would have a hell of a consolation prize.
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vickiee-mcmuffin · 6 months
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It's always been you
Word count: 3.8k
Pairing: Stephen Strange x Female Reader
Trope: Explicit Smut, Age gap (18+ Warning, Minors DNI)
A/N: Here's one of my old fics which is one of my favs. I've added some extra bits to the smut, so enjoy ;)
Summary: You're in a relationship with a guy called Luke after you were too scared to tell Stephen how you really felt about him. But one night, one thing leads to another when you go and talk to Stephen at the Sanctum.
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When you first arrived at Kamar Taj almost a year ago, it was Doctor Stephen Strange that you first met out of everyone. He was one of the masters there, after all, and despite that – you had fallen for him. Sometimes it felt like more than a crush, though, especially since you and Stephen grew closer and closer as time went by. You always assumed your crush would lead nowhere and you’d get over him, because there were days when you thought nothing would happen with you and Stephen. He was older than you; you were a good twenty years younger than him. Eventually, you decided to just date a guy who seemed a bit more attainable. That was when you met Luke. He was around your age, and you hoped that being with him would diminish the crush you had on Stephen – even though you were going to stay best friends with him.
But it didn’t take you long to realise that Luke wasn’t the man for you. He wasn’t always the best boyfriend. He seemed to only care about himself and his own pleasure, and it quickly got to you. There were days when it seemed like Stephen would listen to you more than your own boyfriend would. And whenever you told Stephen about your problems with Luke, he would always be so kind and caring.
And it was then that you realised that you loved Stephen. But fear got the best of you, and you weren’t ready to tell him the truth. You were convinced he didn’t even feel the same way back, anyway. Part of you was also scared to tell Luke that you wanted to end things. What if he freaked out and got angry?
You were officially stuck between a rock and a hard place.
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It was early one evening and you found yourself laying on Luke’s bed. He wouldn’t even look at you, though. His eyes were stuck on his phone. As usual, he was paying no attention to you. But you were over it. If you were going to be with him, he would have to start acting like an actual boyfriend.
“Can you please just put your phone down and come cuddle with me?” you asked with a little pout.
But Luke said nothing. Whatever was on his phone seemed much more important.
“Luke,” you tried again. “Please just come cuddle with me.”
Luke grunted and rolled his eyes. “I heard you the first time, Y/N. I’m busy right now.”
“You barely ever give me any attention,” you said quietly. “It makes me upset. You’re always on your phone, talking to other people, when I’m right there.”
“Well, you’re always talking to Stephen,” snapped Luke.
“Uh, yeah. I talk to him because he actually listens to me.”
Luke chuckled. “I do listen to you.”
“When’s my birthday?” you suddenly asked him. It was a test. If he really, truly cared for you, then he would know that fact.
Luke shrugged. “July 9th.”
You shook your head, trying not to glare at him. “It’s June 9th. See. You don’t listen!”
And he didn’t even seem concerned with that as he tapped away on his phone. It hurt. It really did. And you found yourself with tears welling up in your eyes. You decided right then and there that you were going to talk to the person who actually listened to you. And that was Stephen.
You got off the bed in a huff, determined to get away from Luke. You stormed over to the door, yanking it open in a hurry.
“Where are you going?” Luke called out.
“It doesn’t matter,” you told him bluntly.
“I bet you’re going to him. At the Sanctum.” Luke’s voice was laced with an accusatory tone.
You didn’t answer. You just slammed the door shut, not caring that you were in your pyjamas. If Luke was going to treat you like that, then you were going to put some distance between the both of you. In a rush, you opened up a portal that would take you right to where Stephen would be. The New York Sanctum. You closed the portal behind you when you arrived and took quiet steps to Stephen’s room. Was he still awake? It was late. You hoped he was up.
When you got to his door you saw a small stream of light shining through. That was a good sign. You knocked on the door and heard some noise from behind it.
“Who’s there?” Stephen asked loudly.
“It’s me,” you responded.
“Come in!”
You pushed the door open, finding Stephen there in his robe and a thick book on his lap.
“Hey,” Stephen greeted you.
“Hi. Am I disturbing you?” you asked. That was the last thing you wanted to do.
“Not at all. What’s wrong?”
You sighed at the question. “Can I come and sit with you in the bed and tell you?”
“Of course.” Stephen pulled his blanket back, offering you a spot to sit.
You joined him on the comfortable bed, taking in the situation. You and Luke had just had a pretty nasty fight. And you hated the way he made you feel. You said nothing for a while, and neither did Stephen, until he finally broke the silence.
“What happened?” he asked.
You turned to look at him, noticing the worry on his face. You sucked in a sharp breath before starting your story. “Me and Luke just had a little argument.”
“Why?”
“I’ve just noticed that Luke doesn’t really pay attention to me. He wants to spend more time on his phone than he does with me.” As you said that, you could see Stephen shaking his head. “And earlier, I asked Luke if we could just cuddle. But all he did was ignore me.” The words got to you as you remembered the argument. Tears formed in your eyes yet again, your voice turning all soft.
“Don’t cry, sweetheart,” Stephen said quickly. He pulled you to him, letting you rest your head on his chest as he hugged you tight.
You pulled back a little to wipe at your eyes. “I’ve noticed during our whole relationship that he doesn’t really listen to me. He doesn’t show me that he cares about me.”
“I’ve noticed that too.”
Your eyes widened a little. “Really?”
Stephen nodded at you. “I’ve noticed how Luke upsets you. But I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t want to make you anymore upset. And I didn’t want to lose my best friend. I care about you, Y/N. So much. I love you. I love every part of you.”
Your head snapped to the side as you looked at Stephen, completely taken aback by what he had just said. Did he just…?
“What?” you asked with a whisper.
“Oh, shit,” he muttered, his eyes shutting for a second. He turned away from you, suddenly looking embarrassed.
“Stephen,” you called out to him.
He turned back around. Slowly. And there you saw his bright red cheeks.
“Is that true?” you wondered. “Did you really mean that?”
Stephen sighed loudly. “Yes. It’s true. And I’ve loved you ever since we first met. It broke my heart so much when I found out that you were with Luke. I kept my mouth shut because I just wanted to be happy for you. And I knew nothing could really happen between us, anyway. Because of our age gap…”
For a long time, you and Stephen just looked at each other. You were in the middle of taking in every word he just told you. His confession. But then you couldn’t help it when you sent him a teary-eyed smile. Reaching forward, you cupped his face with your hands. He smiled at you. A sweet, bright smile.
“I love you too. And I always have,” you whispered.
“Really?”
You nodded and leaned over to him, giving him a soft kiss. And then he kissed you back. And it was slow and moving and so, so perfect. But Stephen suddenly pulled away.
“What about Luke?” he asked you.
“Stephen, I’ve given Luke many opportunities. I’m done being treated second best,” you said confidently. You gave Stephen another kiss before eyeing him closely. “I’ve always loved you, Stephen. I’m sorry I was just too much of a coward to admit it.”
Stephen laughed lowly, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Well, that makes two of us then.”
You giggled right back at him before Stephen kissed you. It quickly grew heated, your tongue diving into Stephen’s mouth. His hands lowered and held your hips tight, pulling you right into his lap. Your lips broke apart for a split second, but Stephen wasted no time as he quickly pulled you back into a kiss.
Your arms quickly wrapped around his broad back, with Stephen mimicking the action as he held you nice and tight. Tongues dancing together, you suddenly felt something hard pressing into you. You had to pull away from Stephen when you realised what it was. You gasped, watching as Stephen blushed all over again.
“I’m sorry,” he said, voice all shy.
But you didn’t care. You kissed him fast and hard and noticed just how quickly Stephen kissed you back. Rocking your hips against his, you heard Stephen groan for you. The noise literally had you going weak right there in his arms, your centre growing wetter and wetter.
You kept kissing and rocking your hips, loving the sounds Stephen kept making. Those deep, guttural groans. But you pulled away from him so you could whisper out a request.
“Please make love to me,” you told him.
“Are you sure?” he asked with big eyes.
“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.” You meant every word.
Stephen kissed you softly before moving away from your mouth. “Okay.”
He shifted a little so that you were laying on the bed, while Stephen hovered above you. You shared another kiss before Stephen reached down, pulling off your top and exposing your breasts. He threw the top to the floor before he stared down at your breasts, taking them in. He stared at you, at your hard nipples. And then he blushed some more. You found it so adorable.
“You look so beautiful,” he said with a whisper. Then he leaned down, his warm lips kissing your skin. His lips ghosted over your nipples as he paid attention to each breast. Then he sucked one of your breasts into his mouth, moaning as a big hand grasped the other one.
The feeling had you whining. You reached down, raking a hand through Stephen’s thick locks. Your back arched for him, letting pleasure take over. You felt so wet. And it was all for Stephen. He stayed there, licking and sucking at your breast, before reaching down to pull down your pyjama bottoms and panties. They both hit the floor, and then you were completely and utterly exposed for Stephen. Every part of you was on show.
“Fuck,” Stephen hissed as he stared at you. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.”
He moved down, kissing you hard and fast. Your tongues moved together wildly, but you had to see Stephen. You had to see him properly.
“I wanna see you too,” you said with a whine. “Please.”
“Alright, sweetheart.” He nodded. He got off the bed to stand up, slowly pulling off his robe, exposing his cock.
You literally gasped at what you were seeing. He was so hard. And so, so big. Thick too. You couldn’t wait to feel him deep inside of you.
Stephen got back on the bed and you wasted no time spreading your legs for him. Stephen then got settled in between your legs as he hovered above you. He kissed you softly, and while his mouth was so perfect, you needed him to take you already.
“Please fuck me,” you pleaded with him.
“Okay,” Stephen groaned. “But I’m gonna start off slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”
You smiled at how sweet and caring he was being. “Okay.”
Stephen gave you a soft kiss before grabbing his cock. He ran the tip up and down your wet slit a few times. The swollen tip of his cock was soon covered in your arousal. You let out a sharp moan when you felt Stephen press the head of his cock against your clit. It felt so good.
“Are you ready?” He asked, voice deep.
You nodded eagerly at him. Stephen watched you closely as he pressed the tip of his cock to your entrance, and then he slid right into you with absolute ease. You moaned in unison, and then Stephen buried his face in your neck as he pushed more of his cock into you. You quickly wrapped your arms around him, wanting to feel him close. You could hear Stephen groaning into your ear when he filled you up, right to the hilt as he bottomed out. The noise had you clenching around him.
“Fuck,” Stephen moaned out.
“Are you okay?” you quickly asked.
Stephen moved so that he could stare down at you. His cheeks were so red. “Yes. You just feel so good wrapped around my cock.”
You gave him a quick kiss. “Please move. Please.”
Stephen’s eyes were stuck on you as he began to move his cock. He was moving slowly, but the pleasure was still there and had you letting out little moans. You dragged your nails across his skin, digging into him. But you had to have more.
“Please move faster,” you begged. “Please.”
Stephen did. He thrusted into you that little bit faster and harder, and you couldn’t help it when you let out a long moan. The sound filled the room right up. You couldn’t believe how good he was making you feel. The pleasure was so new to you, and you had no idea that sex could feel so good.
Stephen kept moving in and out of you, his cock stretching you out. He was moving fast and hard and it was exactly what you needed.
“Oh, please don’t stop!” you let out.
“I’m not gonna stop.” He leaned down, giving you a rushed kiss that you eagerly returned. Stephen placed his hands on either side of your head and suddenly began to just pound into you wildly.
“Stephen!” you whined out. “Mm, fuck me just like that!”
Your shaky hands reached down as you grabbed at the blankets, pulling at them as Stephen took you hard and fast and so, so deep. Your knuckles literally turned white as you grabbed at the blankets, getting lost in the pure pleasure that Stephen was giving you. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room and you loved every second of it.
Stephen suddenly pushed his cock into you nice and deep. The swollen tip of his cock was pressing up against that sweet, sensitive spot – a spot no one had ever reached before.
“Mm, your cock feels so good,” you cried out.
“Fuck.” Stephen suddenly lowered his body, pressing up against you tightly.
You kissed each other hard and fast; all the while Stephen kept hitting that spot again and again. You circled your arms around his back and let out a long moan when you realised that your orgasm was quickly forming. It was something you had never felt before. You needed it so bad.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” you whined out. Stephen was fucking you so good. He knew exactly how to touch you. Exactly how to make you feel good, and you knew you were going to meet your orgasm any second now.
That seemed to trigger something in Stephen, because he began to pound into you wildly from above. You kept crying out, letting Stephen know just how good he was making you feel. Your back arched as that wild feeling grew more and more. You kept moaning, unable to believe how good you were feeling – and how it was Stephen of all people who was making you feel so good. And then the feeling hit you. Your orgasm. It hit you hard and fast and you lost it right there on Stephen’s cock.
“Oh, Stephen!” you moaned out, letting your orgasm take over your body. It felt so good. You were growing wetter and wetter by the second, letting Stephen pound right into you.
Stephen fucked you right through your orgasm. He was dragging out the pure pleasure, allowing you to feel every second of it. He groaned deeply, and you had a feeling it was because your pussy was clenching right around Stephen, pulling him deeper and deeper into you.
He kept pounding into you and you suddenly felt something else growing. Another orgasm. But it felt so much stronger than the one you just had. It was building up, second by second, the heat just growing the more Stephen fucked you. And he was fucking you so good, so hard. He seemed to be entirely focused on your pleasure alone, his cock stretching you out and filling you up at just the right angle yet again.
“Stephen, please keep moving,” you whined as he kept on thrusting his cock into you. “Oh, fuck. I think I’m going to…”
"Just let go, sweetheart," Stephen told you.
After those words left his mouth, you felt yourself coming undone. You couldn’t say anything. All you did was scream loudly as you came a second time, the feeling driving you wild. You were gushing right around Stephen’s length, making you feel so wet between your thighs. It was something you had never felt before, and you kept feeling yourself getting wetter the more Stephen fucked you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you saw white, your ears ringing. All you could feel was complete and total pleasure as you felt your body shaking. Stephen was dragging out that wonderful feeling with his cock, like he wanted to make sure that your orgasm was lasting as long as possible.
You whined and cried out, eyes shut tight as your strong orgasm hit you. You still didn’t say anything and instead just let out sounds of pleasure, your breathing unsteady as Stephen fucked you good and hard.
Eventually, the wonderful feeling faded, and you found yourself letting out soft whines as Stephen kept moving in and out of you, his cock twitching inside of you.
“I’m gonna cum,” he muttered out.
“Mm, you can cum inside of me,” you whispered, wanting to feel him lose himself inside of you. “I’m on the pill. Please cum inside of me. Please.” You needed it. You had to have Stephen – every part of him.
It seemed as if that was all Stephen needed to hear, because a second later, he was giving you a few more deep thrusts before letting out the deepest of groans. And then he came. He came right there inside of you, filling you up. He lost all control, giving you every drop of cum he had to offer.
He was panting wildly as he pushed in and out of you. Soon his breathing settled and he laid down next to you on the bed. You were in the middle of catching your breath too. You were still trying to process what just happened with you and Stephen.
Stephen seemed to get his breathing back on track and got up. He put his robe on and then headed off into another room. He came back with a washcloth in hand. You laid there, body still shaking a little, as Stephen cleaned you up gingerly.
"Did you know you squirted?" Stephen asked you as he cleaned up your sensitive area gently.
You stared at him for a long moment before you shook your head. That must have been what you were experiencing earlier when you felt so wet between your thighs.
"No, no man has ever made me do that before... Until you of course," you told Stephen and he sent you a smile before winking at you. He then stood up and made his way back over to the other room to put the washcloth back.
After he returned from putting the washcloth back, he climbed back into bed with you and covered you with the warm blankets.
“Are you okay?” he asked lowly.
“I’m okay.” You nodded at him. You moved over to Stephen, laying down on his broad chest as he wrapped an arm around you. It felt so good to have him cuddle you, to have him hold you close.
It was quiet for a while. And you figured that Stephen just wanted to get some sleep, but then he broke the silence.
“So, when do you plan on telling Luke that your relationship is over?” he asked.
It was a good question. Shifting slightly, you looked up at Stephen. “I’ll probably tell him tomorrow, I guess. If he listens to me, that is. He barely even listens to me when I’m talking. He probably won’t even listen to me when I finally break up with him.”
“Does Luke listen to you about anything?” Stephen asked with a furrowed brow. He looked offended on your behalf.
You shook your head at him. “I don’t think so. He doesn’t even know when my birthday is. And he doesn’t know the stuff I like, or the stuff I don’t like.”
Stephen’s eyes widened. “How could he not remember that your birthday is the 9th of June? Or that your favourite flowers are roses? Or that you hate spicy food?” There was such disbelief in Stephen’s voice, like he couldn’t even process the fact that Luke didn’t know those things about you.
You looked at Stephen for what felt like an hour. You were in total shock. How was it that your boyfriend didn’t know any of that stuff, but Stephen did? Stephen knew you better than your boyfriend did. Better than anyone else, it seemed.
“How… How do you know all of that?” you finally let out, your voice a bit shaky. Your mind was still a little hazy from your love making session.
Stephen just smiled at you. “I actually listen to everything you tell me.”
You returned his smile. It was big and bright, and that was because you were experiencing full, pure joy. You kissed Stephen softly and slowly, loving the way he gently kissed you back. You were right where you belonged. Right there with the man who actually knew you. You were so lucky that the two of you had found each other – even with the Luke hurdle that had been thrown your way. But he could be dealt with later.
“I love you, Stephen Strange,” you said with a whisper.
“I love you too, Y/N,” he said, his voice laced with what you could only describe as pure love. You and Stephen laid there together, wrapped up in each other’s arms. Your eyes fluttered shut as pure exhaustion took over. But you were truly over the moon that it was Stephen that you were with. Because he was the one who listened to you. He was the one who cared for you. And he was the one who loved you.
And you loved him just as much.
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floatingfireflies · 7 months
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Let me look after you
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Pairing: Stephen Strange x Fem reader (no pronouns used can be GN :)
Synopsis: The reader has frequent panic attacks and her husband Stephen finds her in the bathroom having a panic attack and calms her down gently. FLUFFFFF!!
Warnings: Descriptions of panic attacks and anxiety
Authours Note: HIII OMGGG hope you are all doing amazing this is my first time writing fanfiction but I've been in this community since No Way Home!! Hope you enjoy, feel free to leave any tips or comments <33
Life had been different lately, granted you have always been considered somewhat of an anxious person. Your anxiety was usually buzzing in your ears, flushed cheeks, shallow and shaky breaths as well as compulsive knuckle cracking or neck scratching. Your husband knew of this, he learned to calm you down, he was gentle and patient with you. He never called you ‘dramatic’ or ‘emotional’. 
Today was different. You were anxious but you weren't sure why, there was no busy schedule, no scary meetings at work. Yet there you sat on the floor of your bathroom, shallow shaky breaths and tears streaming down your face. A panic attack. You were suddenly claustrophobic, the walls ‘closing in on you’, your heart beating out of your chest, your ears buzzing and your mind telling you to fight or flee.
Heavy footsteps slowly entered your shared master bedroom. Following the muffled sounds of panicked breathing, your husband opened the door to the ensuite, finding you sitting in the empty bathtub. You couldn’t explain why you’d decided to crawl into the empty bathtub, in your panicked state you needed to feel enclosed to feel safe - it was your safe space. He didn’t say anything, instead he looked sorrowfully at you ‘The infamous Doctor Strange’ did have a weakness, it was seeing you panicked and crying. He knelt down against the tub, holding out his hands for you to hold you gently focused on tracing his scars - something that he had previously discovered calmed both you and him down. 
“Oh honey...” He whispered softly, cupping the side of your cheek and stroking it with his thumb gently. You looked into his eyes, you could tell he was pained with what he saw, his blue eyes squinting softly. You didn’t want to talk about it, you just wanted to feel safe. 
“Come on baby let me look after you, mm?” He gently looped your arms around his neck as he lifted you out of the empty bathtub, carrying you bridal-style and holding you close to him. Your senses were filled with the scent of his woody aftershave as you rested your head against his chest. 
You reached the hardwood door to his study, he seated himself down in his chair and you rearranged yourself to be straddling his waist, sitting in his lap with your head in the crook of his neck. He was rubbing your back softly, reading to you to calm you down - another tactic of his and slowly, it worked. Your heightened awareness of everything slowed down and you focused on the sound of his baritone voice, reading one of his many books; ‘Astral projection and the Nature of Reality.’
"I love you" He whispered as you fell asleep in his lap.
You felt at peace in his arms.
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