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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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pinkthick · 7 months
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Hands on the window
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18+ MINORS DNI!!
Pairing: Surgeon!Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader
Summary: “This is such a fantastic view.” You muttered not excepting Stephen to hear.
He replied, looking only at you “Sure is.” and Stephen gently pulled your hair back, kissing your shoulder sweetly. “Now, put your hands on the window.”
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Billy just dropped you off and you entered the elevator quickly and pressed the lobby's button then leaned back to the wall — opposite to the elevators door, waiting for it to close. You sighed heavily, feeling utterly exhausted after a long day at work. You looked up at the numbers on the screen above the elevator door, watching them slowly tick upward as the elevator made its way to 12th floor.You closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the brief respite from the chaos of your day at the hospital. As much as you loved your job, sometimes it felt like you were running on fumes. When the elevator dinged, signaling that you had arrived at her floor, you pushed yourself away from the wall and stepped out into the hallway. You fished your keys out of your pocket and trudged down the hallway to Stephen’s penthouse.
Thoughts of Stephen being at least asleep since he had the day off crossed your mind as you opened the door and entered, but they were quickly dispelled. Here he was, wide awake— Stephen was in the kitchen waiting for the microwave to finish heating up his meal, the TV running in the background. Idiot. He quickly turned to face you, grinning, and moved closer. “Long day?”
“You have no idea.” You said as you kicked off your shoes and struggled to take off your coat. To your surprise, Stephen held his arms out and said “Let me take this for you.” You gratefully handed over your coat, bag, and shoes, feeling a weight lifting off your shoulders. Stephen hung up your coat on the nearby rack and set your bag and shoes neatly by the door. Hmm, something isn’t right. He isn’t usually this thoughtful.
Before you could bury yourself in any other thoughts, Stephen suddenly pressed his lips against yours. Ah, right. His tongue probed your mouth and you opened your lips right away, moving both your hands to his neck to intensify the kiss as you allowed your tongues to meet. The kiss was fervent but still passionate and he grabbed your waist to pull you closer, even though that was barely possible anymore, and the two of you could feel the heat running through your veins as the kiss deepened.
You two were almost running out of air when the microwave beeped suddenly and you seperated from eachother. “I missed you Y/N.” he whispered and then took ahold of your hand.
“Oh come on, I was only gone for about 9 hours Stephen.” You said as you panted and followed him through the kitchen.
“Mhm. Too much.” He replied as he adjusted his pants without much shame.
He took the plate of food from the microwave and you raised an eyebrow at him “You should start to eat healthier” and Stephen rolled his eyes at you as you pulled away from him finally, moving to the island in his kitchen and pulling out one of the stools to sit down as he spoke. “By the way I saw a documentary about Henry Norman Bethune and let me tell you—“
“Stephen.” You groaned in frustration as you reached for a strip of bacon.
He chuckled, that beautiful baritone voice making your knees melt “I did relax today.” he stated as a matter of fact.
“You were supposed to rest.” You pointed out as you took a bite of the bacon.
“I did!”
“Uh huh.” He just smiled, walking around the counter to come behind you and wrap his arms around your body, pressing his nose into your neck and breathing you in. “I did rest today. Y/N, I really did.” You turned your head to look at him shaking your head at him, but you still gave him a soft kiss as he tightened his arms around you.
Without a warning Stephen grabbed you by the hips and placed you up on the island. The neurosurgeon caught the lobe of your ear between his teeth and bit down gently. Your breath hitched, and your hips jerked as he moved himself, now your hips being pressed together. You could feel his hardened cock and Stephen’s hand moved into your hair as both of you tilted your heads to deepen the kiss.
But you pulled back as you said “Can we go somewhere else?” You asked as you tried to catch your breath “Whenever we do it here my back hurts afterwards.” Stephen gently nipped at your bottom lip as he let out a chuckle. “Sure” and you giggled quietly at his simple response. Stephen grabbed your hips again as you brought your hand against his toned chest.
The two of you were tangled together, limbs and hands and hips connecting and rubbing and feeling. Your kisses were bruising, rough, and sloppy. Wet. Pictures hanging on the walls fell with a crash, and stacks of books tipped over as they bounced around the hallway. Both of you tore at each other’s clothes, stumbling further into the flat. You thought that you’d end up on the couch, but to your surprise Stephen went past it. “Stephen?”
But he didn’t respond as he let you down for a little bit. You felt a little self-concious since you were literally naked in front of the large windows. But Stephen just smirked as he wrapped his arms around your waist once again and pulled you gently towards him. You couldn't miss the insistence of his erection prodding your back. You tried to focus on your breathing as you gazed out at the spectacular view. The city skyline sparkled in the night, a sea of lights that seemed to stretch on forever. You had always loved the view from here, the way it made you feel small and insignificant, yet connected to something larger than yourself. “This is such a fantastic view.” You muttered not excepting Stephen to hear.
He replied, looking only at you “Sure is.” and Stephen gently pulled your hair back, kissing your shoulder sweetly. “Now, put your hands on the window.”
“What? But Stephen—“ you looked shocked at him as he interruped you.
“Put your hands on the window.” He repeated himself. You raised an eyebrow but did as you were asked to and slowly placed your hands on it. “Good girl.” He brushed his fingers over your hip and towards your clitoris – and gently circled it. You gasped; then moaned. “S—Stephen.”
“Don’t you dare take your hands off the window.” The doctor murmured as in the window’s reflection, you met his gaze and smiled.
You responded to his touch immediately and Stephen finally slid one finger into your pussy. You shifted and gasped, wanting more from him.
“I’ll fuck you against this window.” And he slid another finger into your deleciously hot and wet pussy as he continued “Who knows if someone will look at us?”
You didn’t reply but you got wetter and that didn’t go unnoticed by Stephen.
He smirked “Atta girl, getting excited over the fact that someone could watch us.”
“I don’t—even know why it does.” You stammered, a blush covering your whole face as Stephen pushed you against the window harder, your breats now full on display for anyone who would look into the direction’s of the windows. The neurosurgeon piled up your hair in his hand and slowly started fo kiss your neck. You started to grind a little against his fingers and finally he angled you into a position, lined his cock up to your glistening pussy and he wasted no time to thrust in hard with a groan of satisfaction.
You found yourself plastered against the window because of the thrust and you closed your eyes for a little bit. You just didn’t understand why you were so turned on by the fact that someone could see the two of you having sex.
Just imagining someone coming home to just see the two of you in front of them, being fucked, hard, from behind. Your full breasts bounce with every thrust. Your head is thrown back, and your mouth is open. You’re moaning. Or screaming. You didn’t know anymore.Just to think that someone could jerk off because of your little adventure..fuck. You gasped when you felt Stephen’s hand press onto your stomach, feeling how he was sliding in and out of you. It was such a turn-on for both of you, each movement he made was sweet, relentess tourture. “Stephen—I’m going..to come.”
Stephen kept up with his thrusts, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “No, you’re not.” The doctor didn’t even sound like he was out of breath, that fucking bastard.
Oh fucking hell — you were so close. You would have probably rubbed your own clitoris, if it wasn’t for the fact that you couldn’t remove your hands from the window. And really sometimes you would cherfully wrap your hands around his throat and just—
Stephen changed his angle and thrust up against your g-spot.
You whimpered loudly then begged “Please!”
“Please, what?” He asked as he kept his pace up.
“Please, sir!” And he just chuckled at how pathetic you probably sounded.
“No.” He replied with a smirk and you could see his eyes glittering in the reflection. Okay, that’s it.
You screwed your eyes shut and breathed in and out — it’s that how he wants to play.. then be it and you contracted your vaginal muscles as hard as you could.
“Fuck!” He stuttured, losing his rhythm. You did it again, holding it just a little bit longer this time and that made Stephen lose his mind.
“Christ…” he began to speed up and you finally heard his breathe start to labour.
“Please, I want you to fill me up.” You whispered and that seemed to turn a switch in Stephen’s brain, even if you weren’t very good at dirty talking —it just made you feel too self-councious — so this would have to do. It was bringing you to the brink of an orgasm again, so you just prayed that Stephen was also losing control.
“I know what you’re doing, woman.” He said as he bit into your shoulder and you left out a loud moan, but you contracted your muscles again and he swore loudly and you continued “Don’t you think it will feel good when I’m filled to the brim?”
“Fuck you.” He moaned and his cock pulsed stream after stream of come inside. You, at last, gave in into your orgasm. Stephen held you very tightly against him as you both breathe hard and he took your hands off the window slowly and kissed then softly. You looked at the window which was a bit..dirty. Both of your eyes locked through the reflection of the window again and Stephen’s gently brushed his fingers along your waist which sent a shiver down your spine but you couldn’t help but smile as you playfully asked “Who will clean the window?”
And Stephen chuckled as he gently guided your face with his hand towards his mouth and he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips “Don’t worry about it. You should rest. How does a bath sounds?”
And you murmured against his lips “Sounds heavenly.”
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Notes: Trying to get out of my writer’s block. Promise I’ll try to take requests soon.
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strangehotch · 9 months
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Stephen strange as your boyfriend
—Stephen is very picky on who touches but there are very special people he allows hugs from. (Wong, America and especially you)
—when it comes to his hands he is very insecure but YOU…you adore them you show him that he shouldn’t hide his hands because of the wreck
—he ADORES cooking breakfast for you especially when y’all had a REALLY long night
—when he’s in the library he loves his peace but with you around he loves massages especially after a really tense fight
—there’s something about him and your hips every time y’all are watching a movie he lays on your stomach wrapped around your hips
—he’s very touchy when I comes to you…when he’s walking by he’s either grabbing you by your waist or hugging him
—Stephen LOVES cuddles he’s such a big baby when he doesn’t cuddle you before bed he’s always laying on top of you (not fully but yk head in chest with one leg wrapped around yours)
—you love holding his hands when you’re out in public he isn’t his usual confident self when you’re around he’s like a lost puppy behind you
—when he’s around you he’s very 🥹 ‘you’re so pretty’ but when you’re not around you always notice that he doesn’t show emotion
—he loves when America calls him out for being a softie when you’re around she always like to see him flustered
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saylorsaysstop · 6 months
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Necklace | Stephen Strange 18+
a/n: me next, steph.
warnings: choking, fingering
Stephen Strange masterlist
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Stephen’s conscious thoughts were suddenly reckless when he saw you saunter your way through the halls and enter your shared bedroom. Peering up from the book in his hand, one leg crossed lazily over the other, he eyed you with sultry eyes. The sleep shorts you wore, were the cheekiest pair you owned. He saw so much of your flesh exposed and he salivated at the thought of running his chilling hands across your warm skin. 
The curve of your back drove him crazy as you bent forward, a snippet of red-hot lace peeping out to say hello. Shifting around on the bed, he chewed at the inside of his cheek. 
“Oh, the things you do to me, Darling.” Stephen speaks his delicious thoughts aloud, eager to get his hands on you.
With your back turned to him, a smirk inched across your face at your beloved's erotic countenance. The light furrowing of his eyebrows, the way he reaches up to push his finger through his hair, you glimmer at the thought of him growing harder by the second. Knowing that you had a watching audience, you ensured to shake your hips gently, your bottom bouncing from the movement that nearly sent Stephen into a whirlwind frenzy. 
“It’s all yours for the taking, my love.” You returned his words with your own thoughts. Within seconds, a gasp flooded from your lips when you felt his body press against yours. You both stood in front of the dresser, your chest pressed against it as Stephen snaked his hands around your hips. 
“Is that so, Honey?” Stephen whispered into your ear, catching his own reflection. He saw the way his irises dilated, exposing his true desires. You steadied your breathing as you felt his hand press flat to your abdomen. He pulled you flush against his center and you were greeted by the brushing of his clothed member against your cheeks. 
Stephen caught your earlobe in between his teeth, causing the hairs to stand up on the back of your neck. His hand slid beneath the waistband of your shorts and he teased the red lace, a wicked grin plastering his face. He was mischievous for a reason. Stephen started to leave love bites on your neck, your head falling back to his shoulders. Suddenly, in a whim, he spun you around to face him.
His eyes looked between your orbs and lips, his tongue jutting out to wet his mouth. “You look mighty delectable this evening. A vision in red,” He said in a sultry tone that had you quaking instantaneously, excitement coursing your veins at the knowledge he saw your red lace. Swapping sides with you, he started to push you backward until the backs of your thighs collided with the pillowy surface of the mattress. 
You saw the veins in his hand bulge as he extended his fingers, giving them a teasing wiggle. He knew what you wanted; he saw the look develop in your eyes. “Please,” You whispered. Stephen glanced between you and his large palm, stifling a laugh. 
“Please what, Darling?” He asked of you.
Gulping, your eyes shifted to his hand. 
“Wordless is not an answer. Use your voice.” He demanded. You squeezed your eyes shut, knowing the game he wanted to play tonight. 
“Choke me,” You announced through a hushed whisper, but loud enough for your lover to hear. “Please,” 
Stephen was amused. “Listen to you. You want my hand around your throat like a pretty little slut. Is that right?” 
Nodding, you bit your lip. “Yes Sir, please,” You muttered. 
Stephen gave in to your heady want. First, he pulled the thin shorts away from your legs to expose you to the air. Kissing you tenderly, he finally wrapped his hand around your throat. Giving you a good squeeze, the blood rushed to your head as you experienced a wave unlike anything else. Consistently changing his pressure, but ensuring you were able to breathe, Stephen used his free hand to tease the area in between your thighs. 
You squeaked when he stroked his thumb against your clit, pushing the red lace to the side. “We have to keep that on you, Sweetheart. It drives me wild.” He grinned wickedly. Plunging two fingers into your dripping slit, you heaved for air as your back arched into him. Stephen eyed you cautiously, watching the way your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you ground your hips into his waiting hand. 
“You look so pretty with my hands around your throat. Who’s my good girl?” He said, feeling the friction of your hips moving into his palm. 
“Me!” You sputter, gasping. 
“The prettiest necklace you’ll ever wear is my right hand, Darling.” He told you, kissing you fervently. You groaned and whined as you fought to kiss him back, feeling your stomach begin to twist into a familiar knot.
White-hot flashes of pleasure coursed through your veins as Stephen released your throat. You gasped for air as he pounded his long and dexterous fingers into your aching core over and over again, hearing as you moaned loudly into the air. Once you silenced your cries, Stephen looked down at you, noticing the way you bit your lip to remain quiet. 
“Did I say you could stop?” Stephen asked suddenly. “If you resort to silence, you’re not being pleasured. You’ve got to let me know how good I make you feel, Baby. If you’re quiet, you’ll be punished. I need to hear you.” 
With that, your echoed screams began as Stephen pinned you to the mattress, pressing the weight of his body to yours. He was railing you with his hands alone before he shimmied down and threw your legs over his shoulders. Burying his face in between your glistening heat, it wasn’t long before his tongue was penetrating and lapping up every ounce of sweetness you delivered to his tongue, your hands fisting the bedsheets beside you as you cried his name out in a sex-filled symphony. 
And that was just the start of the night.
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ro-is-struggling · 3 months
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Goodmorning Ro! I wanna send in a request for your event but don't have much in the way of specifics so I hope that's alright? Besides, I don't remember that episode and would love to see where you take it if you take it. Anyway hope you have a good day!
Prompt: 9 (Part 1)
Character: Dr. Strange (Character B)
Genre: Comedy/Fluff/Light Smut(if inclined)
OMG I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO POST IT! Life got in the way and I had to stop writing for a while, but I'm back now! Thank you for your patience and I hope this silly little fic finds you somehow after all this time anon💕
I loved writing this one! I tried my best to combine the above-mentioned genres as best as possible, but idk, I hope I did a good job. I feel like I wanted to make it more of a crack fic at the start but then I got carried away and ended up being more spicy. I literally had to stop myself from turning this into a full on smut lol I hope you like it anyways!
THE CALL || STEPHEN STRANGE X READER
Summary: During a girls night you are challenged to leave a dirty message for Stephen Strange as part of a game of truth or dare. You accept without much thought, the alcohol in your system stopping you from realizing that your relationship would never be the same after that.
Warnings: suggestive tones, alcohol consumption, attempt at humor, teasing, a bit of dirty talk, name calling (whore) implied smut
English is not my first language
Word count: 4300
This fic is part of my 600 followers celeration
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The girls' night was Wanda's idea. After the stressful mission you had been through, hanging out together to relax and gossip was exactly what you needed to recover. Nat and you were a little tired, but eventually gave in after Wanda convinced Hope and Sharon, who happened to be in the avengers' compound when you arrived, too. So you all changed into your comfiest pajamas and, after kicking all the men out of the living room, you all settled down on the couch with a cheesy rom-com playing in the background as you chatted.
The tiredness and tension disappeared from your body as you laughed with your friends, joking and listening to their love problems. It was nice to switch off your brain every now and then and act like you were normal people, worrying about trivial things instead of thinking about the problems affecting the world. It kept you sane and restored your faith in humanity. There was nothing that improved your mood like hanging out with your friends just eating junk food and talking about stupid things.
You were having a good time, drowning in pizza and ice cream while laughing, but when Natasha started mixing drinks things started to go off the rails. With the alcohol levels in everyone's blood rising the conversation became increasingly more chaotic and wild, confessing embarrassing secrets and constantly telling one another how much you loved each other. It wasn't long before someone suggested playing truth or dare and everyone agreed, far too drunk to think about the consequences.
The first few rounds were uneventful, consisting mostly of silly truths and the occasional simple dare such as taking a shot or doing something to annoy one of their teammates. However, as the rounds progressed and the alcohol got into your systems, the game got out of control. And when your turn came you regretted your choice of dare as soon as the words left Natasha's mouth.
"I dare you to send Strange a dirty voicemail." The redhead looked at you with a mischievous smile. Her arched eyebrow challenged you, wondering if you would even dare to accept her proposal. She knew how you felt about Stephen, she'd had to listen to you ramble on multiple times about him and his perfect face that looked like it had been carved by the angels themselves. She knew you liked him, but she also knew you were never going to make the first move. So she thought the best thing to do was to give you a little push —well, it seemed small in her alcoholized mind.
"No way!" you groaned, refusing to participate in the game. You weren't drunk enough to ignore that voice in your mind telling you that this was a bad idea. 
"You can't refuse!" Wanda interjected. "That's not how it works!"
"If you do, you'll have to drink from the mystery cocktail and you don't really want to do that, trust me." Sharon said, remembering the horrible taste of the mystery drink Natasha had prepared as punishment for chickens who didn't complete the dares. She didn't know what the fuck she'd put in there, but it tasted awful.
"Fine!" You gave in to peer pressure. "But it'll be anonymous!" The last thing you needed at that moment was to have to face the consequences of such actions. What Natasha didn't seem to want to understand was that your hesitation to confess to Stephen how you felt about him didn't just come from a place of fear of rejection, it was much more complicated than that. You could handle rejection, what you couldn't handle was continuing to work with him after such humiliation. Stephen was an avenger, so before you did anything you had to consider how it might affect the team.
"That's fine by me!" Nat aceptó y las demás chicas la siguieron.
"But I'm going to need a drink before I do this."
You took a sip of the strongest drink on the table, feeling the sting of the alcohol as it went down your throat. You needed a lot of courage to do what you were about to do, to lower your inhibitions to the point of losing your sense of shame and self-control. You weren't as intoxicated as you would have liked to be —you were definitely going to remember this in the morning—, but you figured it was for the best. You still needed to be able to speak clearly and form coherent sentences, two things that would be impossible if you kept drinking. So you rested your now empty glass on the table and picked up your phone, ready to get it over with for good.
"It has to be good!" You heard Wanda say as your fingers awkwardly searched your contacts for Stephen's number, making sure to set your number to private and encrypt it before doing anything so he couldn't trace the message back to you. "You have to talk like you mean it."
"Yeah! If he doesn't get a hard on after listening to your voice then you failed the dare." Natasha added and you threw one of the couch cushions in her face.
"That doesn't make any sense! You can't possibly know the effects it might have on him." You complained, pointing out your friends' exaggeration. "He might not even open it."
"Oh I'll know," Wanda assured you, giving you one of those mischievous smiles that sometimes made you question her mental sanity. 
"Whatever," you said, rolling your eyes. "Any other requests before I do this? It's now or never." The girls shook their heads, giving you the green light to proceed. You took a moment to mentally prepare yourself, clearing your throat and blurting out a few words as you searched for a new tone of voice that sounded sultry yet different enough from your normal voice to throw Stephen off. 
Before tapping on his contact on your phone you tried to focus on him and how he made you feel. His cocky smile was the first thing that came to your mind, the one he gave you every time his plans worked out after you questioned them. That smile drove you crazy. His lips in general drove you crazy. You spent more time than you'd like to admit imagining what it would be like to feel his kisses on your skin, caressing every inch of your body. You wondered if his tongue was as skilled at pronouncing incantations as it was at bringing pleasure to a woman. The mere image of his face buried between your legs, devouring you like a starving man was enough to make your center drip with need. 
His hands were the next thing that popped into your mind, the way they moved in the air with precision each time he casted a spell. You loved watching him work, you got completely lost in your thoughts as you silently admired him, imagining how his hands would feel on your body, touching each curve with delicate sensuality. You were convinced that he really knew what to do with his hands to have a girl screaming his name in seconds, those skillful fingers of his were good for more than magic and you were dying to feel them exploring the deepest parts of your being.
Once you let your imagination run wild it was easy to find the right words to complete your dare. You didn't even have to think too hard about keeping a different voice, the low, sensual tone came naturally to you as you left a message for Stephen detailing everything you wanted to do to him —and everything you wanted him to do to you. You tried to control yourself since your friends were in the room with you, carefully choosing your words so as not to reveal so much about your true fantasies. But you made sure he knew how attractive you found him and how you were willing to let him do whatever he wanted to you. 
The moment you hung up, all the girls burst into hysterical laughter, theorizing about what Stephen's reaction would be when he heard your message in the morning. You were buzzing with euphoria, too intoxicated to feel embarrassed, so you laughed with them. Your confused mind wasn't able to comprehend that you were the one who would have to face the consequences of your little game. That was a problem for the Y/N of the future and at that moment the next morning seemed to be far in the future. All that mattered to you at that moment was to relax and enjoy the evening, laughing with your friends. And that was exactly what you did until at some point you fell asleep on the living room couch.
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When you woke up in the morning you regretted all the decisions you had made the day before, from accepting the first drop of alcohol to sleeping on the couch. Now not only did you have a headache that barely let you think, but also your whole body felt stiff due to the awful position in which you had slept on the couch. You grunted as soon as you felt Tony's voice, no doubt speaking louder than necessary to annoy you as he paced around the kitchen preparing breakfast. You hated the open concept building design more than ever at that moment, missing walls that separated the living room and sheltered you from the sound.
"I hate you." You winced when he came over to ask if you were going to have breakfast. He sounded so cheerful and amused while you were miserable that it made you angry. Your head was pounding and your stomach was upset. However, the smell of freshly brewed coffee coming from the kitchen forced you to get up, reluctantly dragging yourself into the kitchen where Nat, Wanda and Sharon greeted you with tired looks. 
"Seems like you ladies had quite a night." Steve said with a smile, grabbing a cup of coffee and sitting down next to you. His hair was still wet from the shower, probably because he had gotten up early to go for a run like he did every morning. You never really cared about that, but this time you couldn't help but look at him like he was crazy for daring to do such a thing. The very idea of moving at a speed faster than a zombie made you want to vomit.
"Remind me to never drink again." You grumbled, taking one of the pills Nat had passed you. Sharon agreed with you, complaining about how the world still seemed to be spinning around her.
"What the hell did you put in that drink?" She asked Natasha, but the redhead just laughed. 
"Shhh, can you guys stay quiet? My head is killing me." Wanda interjected, raising her head to give everyone a pleading look before plopping back down on the marble of the island. 
Everyone's condition improved considerably after eating a lot of greasy food and drinking a lot of water. It also helped that the medicine kicked in, although you were still feeling tired and slightly sore. When you regained some of your good mood and will to live you went back to the living room, settling down on the couch with a cup of hot coffee in the hopes of watching the tv until your energies were recharged. However, your plans were ruined when you discovered that someone was already there. And not just anyone, but Stephen Strange, who was talking to Tony while holding his phone in his hand. 
Memories of the night before came back to you in a series of flashes that replayed in your mind like a movie. You stared in horror at the men in front of you, wondering if Stephen had gotten your message yet. You sat as far away from them as possible, focusing on your coffee as you tried to listen to their conversation. Your strategy was to be discrete and play dumb if their eyes at any point caught on you, but when you saw Natasha walk into the living room you knew your plan was out the window.
"What are you guys talking about?" The redhead interrupted them, "Expecting an important phone call?" She added, looking at the phone in Stephen's hands with a raised eyebrow. 
"Our favorite wizard here got a spicy message from an encrypted number and he needs my help to figure out who this mystery person is" Tony explained with amusement in his voice and Stephen gave him a murderous look.
"Thanks for the discretion, Tony."
"Spicy how?" Natasha pressed the issue to see if she could get Stephen to give more details, especially about how that message had made him feel. 
"Oh you have to hear it, this girl did not hold back." Tony said and you choked on the coffee you were drinking. He had heard it! "She was really grateful to him for saving the world and wanted to give something back to him, if you know what I mean."
"We all know what you mean, Stark. You're not very subtle." Stephen rolled his eyes. "And give me that back." He snatched the phone out of her hands before she could pass it to Natasha to listen to the message. "Can you help me or not?"
"Why do you want to know who this person is?" Nat teased, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. "You really liked it, huh?"
"No! I just... I'm concerned it might be a stalking situation so I want to know who this person is." Stephen tried so hard to sound confident, but even you were able to notice the hesitation in his voice. He was making excuses. He was at least intrigued by the message and that made you feel a strange sense of pride. Even though you were a little drunk, you had managed to get his attention with your words and your sensual voice. Sure, he didn't know it was you, but that didn't matter to you at the moment, the confidence slowly building in your system didn't let you think about it.
"Hey! No one is judging here." Tony spoke up. "If I were in your place I would like to know who this mystery person is too."
Stephen let out a sigh, rolling his eyes. "Just let me know when you get something."
He stormed off, leaving you with a million unanswered questions and a strange feeling in your stomach. Tony ran after him and Natasha took advantage of the fact that you were alone to give you a gentle push to get your attention. You moved your gaze from the door through which he had disappeared to look up at your friend, who was looking at you with a playful smile.
"He's crazy about you." She stated but you downplayed it, saying he was only interested because he didn't know it was you talking on the other end of the line. However, you couldn't help but feel a little flame burning inside you. You felt confident and for the first time since you had met Stephen you felt you had a chance with him.
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The next time you saw Stephen was during an Avengers meeting to discuss a possible mission. You barely paid attention to what Steve was saying, too distracted by the perfect profile of Stephen sitting next to you. The sunlight coming through the large windows illuminated his face in a special way, giving him an ethereal aura that made it impossible for you to look away from him and those ridiculously sharp cheek bones he had. It was torture to have him so close looking like a Greek god and not being able to do anything about it. Your new found confidence hated it. It took all your power to control your urges, striving to calm your wild fantasies at least until Steve let you out of there. 
You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn't realize the meeting was over until you saw the other team members disappearing behind the door. Soon it was just you and Stephen in the large conference room. You gave him a quick glance and noticed that he was looking at his phone once again. You wondered then if he was waiting for another message from you, if he was as crazy about that mysterious voice on the other end of the line as he seemed to be. It was pretty hard to contain your urges at that moment.
"Any new leads on your mystery person case?" your voice alerted Stephen, who looked up from his phone to rest his gaze on you.
"No, Stark hasn't called me yet."
"Is that what you were checking on your phone while Steve talked?" You asked him, getting up from your seat to move closer to him, settling against the table right in front of his chair. "If Stark had called with any leads?"
There was something in your tone of voice that alerted Stephen, a sensual undertone he had never heard in you before and it made him wonder what you were getting at. He had felt your eyes on him throughout the meeting, he always did, but for some reason this time it felt different.
"Why do you care so much?" He countered, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm just curious as to what has you so distracted lately." You faked innocence, shrugging your shoulders. "Was it really that good?"
"Excuse me?" Stephen was surprised by your sudden audacity, though he couldn't say he didn't find it intriguing. 
"It seems to me that you're desperate to hear that voice again." You leaned closer to him, lowering your head to be at his level. Your eyes were locked on his, admiring the dark shadow in the icy blue of his orbs. He held your gaze as the tension in the air intensified, curious to discover what your next words would be.
"I can help you with that," you added, using the same low, sultry tone you had used in the message. "Even better, I can show you just how hot I think you are... how desperate I am to feel your hands all over my body, using your powers to restrain me and do whatever you want with me." 
If your voice hadn't already given you away, repeating the words you had said to him in the message definitely had. His eyes grew wide, looking at you with a mixture of surprise and confusion. You had never seen Stephen so perplexed and you had to admit that it felt good to be the cause of that. You were used to it always being the other way around. You used to be the one who was speechless every time he gave you a smile, it was nice to have the power for once.
Stephen was not an easy man to silence, even in the strangest or most stressful situations, he always found something to say. But now he was speechless, looking at you in complete astonishment as he tried to process the situation. It wasn't just discovering that you were the mysterious person he was looking for that threw him off, but also the confidence you exuded. He had never seen you act that way before, though he would be lying if he said he didn't like it. He couldn't stop his mind from running wild, imagining every detail of the message that occupied his thoughts but now with you. Never would he have imagined that behind your innocent look and shy attitude was an imagination as dirty as his.
"I can give you what you want, all you have to do is ask." Your warm breath would collide against her earlobe when you spoke, giving her goose bumps. Your perfume assaulted his nostrils with every breath he took, intoxicating his entire system with your scent. He felt dizzy, his mind clouded with desire and anticipation having trouble concentrating. 
However, when you turned away from him, walking towards the door to finally get out of there, his brain snapped out of it. Raising his hand in the air, he conjured a kind of glowing lace made of pure energy that closed over your wrist, stopping you on your feet. With a gentle push he managed to turn you around to face him as he used his other hand to close the door to the room and pull down all the blinds with a simple flick of his wrist.
"Where do you think you're going? I'm not done with you yet. We're just getting started." Stephen said to you with an arched eyebrow. You noticed a hunger in his eyes you had never seen before, the cool blue of his orbs almost completely consumed by the black in his dilated pupils. It ignited a flame inside you, a warmth spreading through your stomach as you carefully analyzed Stephen's body language, trying to predict his next move. All your arrogance and confidence disappeared under his intense gaze. You were like a deer caught in the headlights, frozen in place waiting for his next reaction.
All he had to do was pull the glowing leash and you were forced to move closer to him once again. You would have lost your balance had it not been for his grip on your waist, successfully trapping you between his body and the edge of the table. You had nowhere to run, though you really didn't want to.  
"Who would have thought that behind that cute and innocent act there was such a dirty whore, desperate to be seen?" Stephen's voice was condescending, mocking, as his cold blue eyes pierced into yours. It made you feel small and insignificant in the face of his imposing figure, your cheeks heating with the blood that was quickly pooling there from the embarrassment of being so exposed. He finally knew the truth, you were a dirty whore desperate for his touch. 
"I never would have guessed you were the voice on the message saying those dirty things." He was barely touching you —his fingers trailing up your arms to your shoulders, following the line of your collarbones before descending through the space between your breasts—, but that was enough to quicken your breathing. And every time you inhaled, you breathed in his intoxicating scent, a mixture of his cologne and the aroma of his own essence that made your knees weak.
"I was hoping it was you. The first time I heard those words I closed my eyes and imagined you acting out those fantasies. I got so hard just imagining it." As if to emphasize his words, Stephen pressed his hips against you, letting you feel the bulge beginning to grow in his pants. You couldn't contain the moan that escaped your lips, a pathetic whimper that put a smile on Stephen's lips. 
He was enjoying the growing anticipation, having fun with your suffering. He was torturing you as retribution for your mysterious little message that had had him going crazy all this time, forcing you to experience the same desperation he did, using only his voice to arouse you. You hated it and loved it at the same time.
"You have no idea how much I wanted it to be you...but then I thought it could never be, you're a good girl and good girls don't use that vulgar language." You looked down, unable to hold eye contact with him any longer as you felt the embarrassment taking hold of you. But Stephen didn't let you off that easily, taking your chin in his hand to force you to look at him. "Tell me, were you really so desperate for my attention to leave that message? Were you so desperate for me that you pushed aside your good girl attitude and manners to expose the whore you hide inside you?" 
His voice was a husky whisper against your ear, his lips almost brushing against sensitive skin seductively. The ghost of his touch was driving you crazy and his dirty words traveled straight to your core, that throbbed desperate for attention. You could feel his presence, the warmth of his body against yours, his imposing gaze, the subtle caresses of his fingers on your skin, but it wasn't enough. You needed more to satiate your need for him, much more.
"Yes," you managed to mumble. Your voice sounded much more pathetic and desperate than you expected, but that didn't really matter. On the contrary, Stephen seemed to enjoy it. "I'm tired of hiding it, I need you Stephen... I need to feel your touch." You were practically begging him, asking him to have mercy on you and give you something to calm the flames burning inside you. But he just laughed. His warm breath hit the sensitive skin of your neck, giving you goosebumps. Your hands ran up his chest, determined to get for yourself what you needed as he refused to give it to you. If he wanted to torture you, it was only fair that you retaliated. Two could play that game.
But before you could go much further, Stephen pulled your hands away from his body, binding them behind your back with the same magical bond he had used to draw you to him. It was tight around your wrists, but not too tight, just enough to make sure you couldn't move easily. He wanted control.
"Oh, I'm going to give you what you so desperately want, don't worry about it, darling." He murmured against your lips, brushing them with every word he spoke. "But first I have to teach you a lesson... you see, you have to be more careful about what you wish for, because it can become real."
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bakerstreethound · 10 months
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may i request a stephen strange x fem!reader in which stephen and reader have a purely platonic relationship until one night when they both get a little tipsy which leads to dirty talk which leads to touching which leads to... 👀.
Hehe I love this request a lot. I don't write Stephen often, but when I do he can be difficult but he was sorta gentle yet teasing in this. Thank you for trusting me with writing it and I sincerely hope you enjoy! Minors DNI implied/slight nsfw 18+ only
Unbridled Truth
After having a platonic relationship for years with Stephen, you make it known to him you're willing to take things a step further and you reassure him you are certain of your decision.
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“I told you this wasn’t a good idea” Stephen groaned, watching half amused half annoyed at the fact you were utterly obliterating him at Mario Kart. It had been a slow day at the Sanctum and no one but him apparently needed saving after the past five rounds. You were not intent on admitting defeat anytime soon, he wagered. 
“I have a better idea and it includes our old fallback of drinking and snacks. Guess you’ve gotta slow down, old man, and take it easy for your ego’s sake.” You chuckled, getting up off the plush area rug and turning off the gaming console throwing him a goofy grin. 
If anyone else was to speak to him in such a manner, he’d give it right back to them. But those words coming out of your mouth, well, he can’t help admiring them or you for that matter. Your lips looked so soft, enticing- He shook his head banishing the thoughts altogether. 
Keep it together Stephen, it’s not what you want or what she wants. Get ahold of yourself. One thing was for certain: you’re going to be the death of him, and not just by demolishing him in Mario Kart. 
Soon after, you both fall into a familiar practiced rhythm, you brought out some shot glasses and a variety of your favorite drinks, sodas, and water while Stephen brought out a variety of snacks, setting them on the coffee table. Cloakie whooshed by, settling along your shoulders before flying away with a quirk of Stephen’s brow. 
“We’re really doing this?” 
“Do it for me, alright. Wong can beat our asses later.” You deserved at least one day off or two from saving the universe. Wong could definitely complain later.  
The hours passed in good company, chortling at jokes and making fun of movies and actors far into the night. You found yourself sitting in Stephen’s lap as usual, your back faced into his chest, his breath hot along the side of your neck, his beard tickling as his hands rested comfortably around your midsection in a gentle hug. 
He loved the feel of you next to him, especially while shifting against him to get more comfortable, before tipping back another drink. Something in him craved more of your touch and he found himself wondering if you wanted more.
You expressed freely at the beginning of your relationship you wanted nothing spicy or any physical touch more than necessary, but the scent of you intoxicated him and he grew more delirious with want at your proximity.
He respected your wishes, restraining himself from the blissful want. The multiple drinks he’d taken hadn’t helped matters in the least. 
You shifted again on Stephen’s lap, wincing at the twinge in your back, hoping you didn’t disturb him too much. His breath quickened and you catch the hint of a suppressed groan he tried in vain to fight off. 
“Stephen, are you alright?” 
“Y-yup just enjoying the view, mhmm.” He pulled one of his hands from your waist, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the TV where a snowtopped mountain range comes into view. You’d bet a fifty it was Matterhorn.
You’d also bet that despite his protests, his mind was elsewhere and it was because of you merrily existing on his lap. 
You smirked, shifting again to face him, your legs making way to straddle him. “I don’t believe you are. Your mind is far too occupied with something else, isn’t it?” you cooed, brushing away a stray hair from his forehead, your finger barely grazing along his skin. 
It’s maddening for him to watch you this way, so close, so far away, definitely out of reach. Despite his mind’s protests, he wanted your touch, even if it was only the barest touch of your fingers stroking his cheek. He doesn’t allow himself the luxury of thinking about that for long. 
He didn’t want to move, fearing anything he says you’ll pull away, regretting crossing the line. He never admitted it aloud, for the words held far too great a weight for a man suffering multitudes of losses and universes on his shoulders, but he loved for you and cared so much, more than he let on.
You could feel the love, the longing falls off of him in waves, and oh, how you want to drown yourself beneath them. 
What would he think? You made your expectations clear in the beginning, but now, you want to know what it felt like to rile him up to touch him gently, be closer to him than you ever could.
Still, you trusted him more than anyone, and the chemistry and feelings between you though purely platonic had shifted in recent years and you can’t imagine yourself with anyone other than him. Granted he could be an ass at times but he had grown in more ways than once since you met. 
“I am occupied, yes.” He spoke, measuring his words carefully. “Have I ever told you I imagine you saying my name pressed up against me and squirming?” 
You fight off squirming against him quirking up a brow. “Do you, Stephen, tell me what else have you thought about?” 
“You beneath me taking me so well.” 
“That’s more like it, tell me what else?” You purr, cardig your fingers through his hair rougher than usual, resisting the urge to tug them. “Did you dream about tying me up to your bed, having me all to yourself? You know I’ve always belonged to you Stephen even if I don’t care for the physical manifestation of it. With you, I feel different. I want. And I want you. All of you.” 
He swallowed, looking up at you with his glassy eyes. In them, you saw universes multitudes of them scattered throughout the galaxy and here you are the only universe he cared about, willing openly state your desires. 
“Stephen, talk to me.” 
“I want - I’d like to touch you, please.” His desire is apparent before you when you move yourself from his hips, shifting comfortably onto his thigh, your gaze piercing into his stunning eyes. 
You lifted up his hands, kissing the tops of them gently before setting them comfortably along your waist, a breathless moan falling from his lips as you slowly move along his thigh, relishing the friction. 
“That’s it, shit.” You groaned at the feeling of his muscular thigh, honed by years of training and you want more impossibly more. His grip tightened a fraction, slow but deliberate, encouraging you, not on the verge of rushing you, letting you take control of the situation.
You kept working along his thigh, whimpering into his ear, driving him further into the brink of madness, and when your hand trailed down, dripping him through his robes, his eyes grew wide, desperately trying not to appear affected. 
“Stephen, talk to me,” you cooed, whimpering at the friction his pants provide as you press kisses into his neck, sucking on hard along his neck, sure to leave bruises. 
Truthfully he was a goner before you started this game, an almost cruel joke, but it wasn't, because you made it apparent your intentions had allowed him to accept the boundary you are willing to trust him with and that meant more to him than anything.
The vulnerability, the trust, how could he possibly speak with you like this? You’re a masterpiece sculpted by some other universe, one he feared drowning in and losing you forever. 
You silenced his worries kissing him with ignited fervor and longing as he touched you harder, his kisses growing surer and more confident as he lifted you from his lap, pressing you against the wall across the room, just down the corridor from his chambers. He stroked his hand teasingly along your pants, smirking at his effect on you. 
“Perhaps you should get down on your knees, Stephen, I always knew you’d look good like that.”
“Careful, we’ll be up until dawn if you say things like that.” He whispered hotly against the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine, anticipation brimming inside you. You knew he would hold on to the promise and you’re thankful for the empty Sanctum as you wouldn’t hear the end of it for days on end. 
Needless to say, Stephen held true to his promise, more than happy to show what he’d imagined doing to you during one of the many sleepless nights when you filled every conceivable space of his mind, unrelenting and not letting him go. He would show you everything he dreamt of and more. For he wanted. He wanted you. All of you. 
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Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Dr. Stephen Strange stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.
Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning
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✑ Between the Shelves│Prt. II│Prt. III by unrefinedmusings • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: You never expect the one-and-only Dr. Strange to walk into your bookstore looking for a birthday gift, nor did you expect what came next.
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✑ 3:1 Ratio by parkerbliss • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "Three times Dr. Strange saved you, and the one time you saved him."
✑ A Touch of Jealousy by brunchable • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 • ♥︎ • 🚫 •
Summary: "[After the events of 'Poisonous Touch,'] Stephen reminds you, who your husband is."
✑ All Tied Up by lipstickmarks • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "You and Stephen try bondage."
✑ Annoying by spookyspecterino • 〔F᜶M〕 •
Summary: "During an argument you let slip that you may have once had a crush on Stephen Strange, but Stephen doesn't reject you and some interesting things are revealed..."
✑ Breaking Codes of Conduct... by strangelure • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Poor Wong [walks in on you] and Stephen getting steamy in the Sanctum library."
✑ Candies and Stickers by annesthaeticc • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "In one of the many multiversal travels with America Chavez and you, Stephen finds himself in another universe and meets a version of himself. A meeting he didn't quite expect."
✑ Caught in a Web│Prt. II by strangelockd • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "You find the Master of the Mystic arts in a very compramising position... " then "Stephen finally gets his long awaited payback for what you put him through."
✑ Dancing with Myself by just-the-hiddles • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Stephen goes out with Wong for some groceries and comes back to find his cloak and [you getting] up to some shenanigans."
✑ Don't Be a Fool by sbnslver • 〔F᜶M〕 •
Summary: "You get hurt and you're in love with your best friend what could go wrong."
✑ Face Your Fears by lightmeuplivly • 〔F᜶M〕 •
Summary: "After coming back from the multiverse he writes you a letter telling you everything you need to know..."
✑ Falling in Love by maria4444 • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: "[During a drunken game of truth or dare, you're] dared to sit in Stephen's lap for… the night."
✑ Family Bliss by eviesarusrex • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "Stephen and [you] —world famous Avengers (but kinda retired) —are picking up [your] kids from school."
✑ Happiness Looks Good on You by classickook • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: Attending Christine's wedding with Stephen has you feeling a little insecure about your relationship, however, the truth is that he could not be more in love with you.
✑ Hypothermia by gaitwae • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: "After Stephen comes back from a mission in the mountains, he's contracted hypothermia."
✑ I'm Not in Love by ro-is-struggling • 〔E᜶A〕 •
Summary: "You are not in love with Stephen Strange, he is insufferable and does nothing but get on your nerves... So why do you feel some type of way every time he mentions Christine's name?"
✑ Jealous Girl by strrvnge • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "You've been invited to Christine's wedding as Stephen's plus one and while you're worried about getting late Stephen doesn't mind."
✑ Karaoke Night by annesthaeticc • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "The sorcerer supreme, the master of the mystic arts, and the disciple walk in to a karaoke bar on a Saturday night, fun ensues."
✑ Key to My Heart, the by sassenach-on-the-rocks • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: Stephen returns to the Sanctum and discovers you waiting for him for the first time since he gave you a key.
✑ Kicker of Mystical A** by generallynerdy • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Mornings in the Strange household are... quiet, despite what people might think... Well, usually. Sometimes your husband's friends barge in... all comes with the job, you suppose. However, the first time they come knocking they are oddly quiet around you..."
✑ Let's Fall in Love by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "[You and Stephen] join the Avengers at Stark Tower. A friendly competition ensues where the sorcerers' musical knowledge is put to the test. Yes, [you're] friends, but [you can't deny you feel] something more for [your] mentor. Will hidden affections finally come to light through a bit of music?"
✑ Mrs. Strange by eviesarusrex • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: You and Stephen enjoy a moment alone at your wedding reception.
✑ My Heart is Yours by sassenach-on-the-rocks • 〔F᜶C〕 •
Summary: "Months after breaking up with your ex, your friendship with Stephen Strange has quickly blossomed. But how much more will it grow when a long-held secret comes out?"
✑ Not Going Anywhere by lykaonimagines • 〔F᜶C〕 •
Summary: After years of being Hydra's guinea pig, you believed there was nothing you couldn't handle. However, taking care of a sick Stephen Strange might prove to be beyond your capabilities, especially when he won't stop flirting with you!
✑ Not So Bad│Prt. II by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "[When the Avengers need to 'borrow a wizard'] for a mission,… Stephen isn't too happy [to have you] spending the night away from him, [leading] him to take matters into his own hands."
✑ Not Very Good at Subtle by geeky-politics-46 • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "When another woman flirts with Stephen you give him a reason to remember exactly who he's going home with & you don't care who overhears it."
✑ Rain by ultralightpoe • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Stephen hates rain, and he also hates fighting with you."
✑ Reminders and Regrets by takemehomeplz • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "You and Stephen both have different ideas of what it means to be safe, especially when it comes to your four-year-old daughter… and even more so when the activity in question involves messing around on the ice in the sanctum."
✑ Return to Me│Prt. II by sassenach-on-the-rocks • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "Returning home after being blipped Stephen comes back to the Sanctum and discovers that the Sanctum now has new occupants, you and his daughter Aurora."
✑ Sacrificial Love by omgstarks • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 • ♡ •
Summary: "He told you he loved you. He told you he'd protect you. Then why would he sacrifice you?" 
✑ Save It til the Morning After by sassenach-on-the-rocks • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: "[Your] relationship with Stephen Strange has evolved from colleagues to friends to more than friends. Now that it has been brought up by a third party, [you] and [Stephen] must navigate through feelings [you] can no longer ignore."
✑ Secret Behind the Smile│Prt. II by eviesarusrex • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: You and Stephen have been covertly seeing each other for about a year, so far you haven't had an issue keeping your relationship a secret. However, it seems like your luck is starting to run out. How will everyone react when they discover your in a relationship with the sorcerer?
✑ Sick by bitternessismyname • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "You get sick and being your as stubborn as your fiancé you refuse to stay in bed."
✑ Toddler Troubles by vi-trying-to-survive • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Thousand Possibilities by curseofaphrodite • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "Stephen visits the Stark Enterprises and stumbles upon you, but why did it seem like he already knew you?"
✑ Two of You by lykaonimagines • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: Convinced you and Stephen are planning to send her away, America begins "helping" around the sanctum to convince you to let her stay, resulting in chaos and a long-overdue family conversation.
✑ Wall of Text by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "[Your] unspoken feelings for Stephen are driving [you mad] and making it impossibly hard to focus on [your responsibilities in the Sanctum. You've] got to let [them] go... but not without telling him. Sending a message when he's out in the cosmos and unable to receive it has to be the best solution, right?"
✑ When a Man Annoys a Woman by eviesarusrex • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: "...What happens when Wong decides to set [you and Stephen] up on a blind date to confess your feelings to each other and give everyone at Kamar-taj a break from your and the doctor's constant bickering]."
✑ Where You're Going by spilledkauffie • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: After an argument with Stephen you find yourself in the Rotunda of Getaways
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✑ After Care by mostly-marvel-musings • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ An Absolutely Point in Time by bxsotted • 〔F〕 •
✑ Another Reality by multific • 〔F〕 • 𑁍 •
✑ Balance by thepokyone • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Build-a-Bear Conversation by sorceress-marie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Butterflies by dino-fart • 〔F〕 •
✑ Cloak, the by justauthoring • 〔F〕 •
✑ Come to Bed by newtsniffles • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Cruel by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Dirty Dishes by vi-trying-to-survive • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Family Picnic by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Favourite Avenger by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Finally│Prt. II│Prt. III by whirlybirbs • 〔F〕 •
✑ First Kiss with Trembling Lips by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Good Girl by omgstarks • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Happier Than Ever by sbnslver • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Holding Hands by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Kisses by iamnotoriginalphil • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Late Night Confessions by bxsotted • 〔F〕 •
✑ Lesson Learned by sassenach-on-the-rocks • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Mellow Morning by itsactuallywhitewolf • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Mid-Day Nap by curseofaphrodite • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Quiet Moments by strange-mischief • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Rest
✑ Safe Space by vi-trying-to-survive • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Say It Ain't So by sbnslver • 〔F᜶M〕 •
✑ Serious by multific • 〔F〕 •
✑ Sleep Tight Strange by minnie-marvel • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Sleepy by strange-mischief • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Sleepy Morning by vi-trying-to-survive • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • Rae
✑ Stephen's Surprise by worldofheros • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Tea and Cuddles by high-functioning-lokipath • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Teach Me by coppercatwrites • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Terribly Stubborn by delicrieux • 〔F〕 •
✑ What's in It for Me? by whirlybirbs • 〔F〕 •
✑ Wrong One by sharksnshanks • 〔F〕 •
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✑ Accidentally Sexting Stephen… by geeky-politics-46 • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
✑ One Bed Trope w/ Stephen… by geeky-politics-46 • 18+ • 〔F〕 •
✑ Stephen Crushing on You, His Friend…by geeky-politics-46 • 〔F〕 •
✑ Stephen Fantasizing About Coming to Your Rescue… by geeky-politics-46 • 〔F〕 •
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sobeautifullyobsessed · 7 months
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Okay, but seriously...
Are there any Doctor Strange fan fic readers left that have the patience & interest to read multi-chapter fics that exist primarily to tell a story, and not just to deliver reader insert smut?
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mysticartsydaydream · 2 years
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Hello, yes, I need a doctor, I think I’ve come down with a bad case of the hots for this man. 👀🔞
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Tonight’s Horny Headcanon:
You teased him all day, mercilessly at that, saying you had a surprise for him. You gave no indication what kind of wicked scheme you had in store, so you wait until he least expects it.
He’s absorbed in his reading when you come up behind him and slide your hands down his chest.
“Hello there, Doctor,” you say in a sultry whisper. “Your favorite patient is requesting a private appointment.”
He pretends to be reading diligently and answers with a small chuckle. “Oh, is she now?”
“Mhm.” You place kisses down his jawline. “It’s urgent too, a very pressing matter. Think you can squeeze her in?”
“It’ll be a tight squeeze, but I think we’ll manage. What seems to be the issue?”
It’s then you round his reading chair and reveal your outfit to him. A brand new lingerie set covered only by his white lab coat. Stephen’s jaw nearly hits the floor.
“I’ve just had this… ache that won’t seem to go away, and you’re the best doctor I know. Would you help me find the cure, Doctor Strange?”
He sits back in his chair, a tightness already growing in his pants. With a smile, he replies, “It would be my absolute pleasure, pretty girl. I’ll take good care of you, don’t worry. I’ve been told my bedside manner is… superb.”
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strangelockd · 7 months
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Hii!! How are u? 🥰
Could you write something with the prompts 7.“how mad would you be if i kissed you?” and 2.“my lipgloss is all over your lips.” from the fluff list with Stephen pls
Fates Embrace
Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!
Pairing: Sinister Strange x FemReader
Summary: Your sick at the Sanctum and Stephen being poor with words tries to comfort you in his own special way leading to a much greater surprise.
•Im slowly chipping away at my requests and this one was so long overdue. I really tried keeping it fluff but i couldn’t help myself. There were many directions that this fic could have taken but I hope you love it. The story was inspired by Harry Styles and you can find the song on my Sinister Playlist•
“Sinister was fully convinced that if you tasted half as divine as the forbidden fruit of Eve, then he absolutely understood her succumb to the surrender of temptation”
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You had been nauseous for days, and no amount of rest seemed to make it better. With a shaking hand, you reached for the bed pan, the cool porcelain a welcome contrast to your already warm skin. Setting the bed pan on the floor, you groaned, wiping the leftover vomit from your cheek. Yep you definitely were sick no doubt. Despite having everything you needed from herbal tea to nausea medication, Sinister still paced the room in a worry for your health; you are his world after all.
Leaning against the foot of the bed Sinister pawed the comforter on the four poster bed, “are you sure there's nothing else I can do for you my love,” eyeing you like a hawk he was seeking your gaze making sure you were not just playing the hero. Stephen could always see right through your poker face. Letting out a small hum you smiled reassuring him, “Babe relax, it's just a little bug. You as a doctor even said it's more than likely a common cold, trust me I will be fine in a few days.”
Sinisters chilled hands slowly slithered from the warmth of the blankets, searching for your feet, which were hidden under the many layers of blankets, “Yes yes I know my pet, it's just that I can’t help but worry for you so,” his grip tightened more around your ankles as if you would disappear like smoke. Sinister had always felt alone in the world, and he had never expected to find someone who could make him feel so connected and loved. He had believed that he could never be happy, but you knew deep down that Sinister was willing to do anything to keep you in his life. The thought of losing you was unbearable to him, and it felt like his own personal hell.
Seeing the worry laced in his eyes you shot him a comforting smile,“Stephen, trust me I'm not going anywhere. You know i'm with you forever in this life,” extending your arms outwards beckoning him to join you. Sinister for a second was taken aback; feeling a sudden warmth spread over him he couldn't help but grin, his heart swelled with your irrevocable love so much that he could burst. Letting out a soft contented sigh he couldn't help but feel unbrimmed joy for being so wanted by such a divine woman. For how could he say no to his queen, the very person he would sacrifice his own life for.
Kicking off the heavy boots they made a slight thump against the wooden floorboards as your husband manifested a beautiful purple indigo smoke. The smoke cascading around him as he opted to change into his comfiest pair of dark purple pajamas leaving you in awe. You have been with him for years and even doing basic things, Sinister was the pure definition of elegance and it bever failed to leave you breathless. Feeling the weight of his form shift on the mattress, Sinister slowly made his way across the burgundy comforter. He snuggled close to you, wrapping himself in the warmth of the covers sighing contentedly.
Sinisters scarred hands reached over to gently cup your jaw placing a delicate kiss to your forehead. He nuzzled his nose against yours adding softly, “…In this life. And the next my love. For I have crossed oceans of time to find you and I will never lose you,” his finger traced your cheek softly as his blue eyes searched yours, the sentiment making you blush a deeper red. Placing a hand above his you leaned in to his touch, batting your lashes softly you couldn't help but melt into his eyes that reflected your very own.
“And you'll always have me, Stephen Strange,” breathing in his scent you closed your eyes, “For my heart and soul are yours and yours alone,” breaking the gap Sinister leaned into your lips. The sudden connection made you moan as he traced your lower lip with his tongue tasting your skin. It was so hypnotic, so mesmerizing that you suddenly snapped back to reality pulling away not wanting him to catch your cold. Feeling your resistance his strong hands only pulled you flush to his chest.
“Babe, don’t! You'll catch whatever I got,” you protested. Sinister couldn't help but chuckle at your declaration.
“Darling, I'm a man with the power of gods. It will take more than a cold to stop me from adoring you”, feeling the brush of his goatee against your delicate earlobe. His lips were so close to yours that you could feel his heat radiating from them. His lips ghosted your collarbone, his breath sweet and warm as he continued to ghost across your soft skin, sending a shiver of pleasure through your body and a fire of desire awakening in your core. Cocking his head to the side Sinister gently pinched your chin between his thumb and forefinger, eyes laced with mischief he had a better idea in mind.
“How mad would you be if I kissed that beautiful mouth of yours?” He smirked, taking note of your sudden tight grip on the crimson sheets. Hes such a fucking tease…
Pulling away once more in an attempt to resist, you looked into his eyes and you could clearly tell that all your husband wanted to do was to be there to make you feel good no matter what. “I dunno,” biting your lip you smirked, “why not find out.” The familiar feeling of his hands slithered against the back of your neck as he pulled you in slowly, kissing you once more he tasted the sweetness of your lips. The essence of strawberries sticking to his mind imprinted on his eidetic memory forever. He wanted to drown in you for the rest of his days. You both pulled away chuckling like a couple of school kids as his hands sought your face tracing your jawline, his breath welcoming against your soft delicate flesh.
“Delicious,” he cooed, giving your lower lip a gentle nip.
Damn him…
Sinister always brought you great joy even on days you were not at your best, times when you were sure he would leave after seeing your unsavory sides. You knew that deep down he would walk through fire for you, proving all too well his devotion time and time again leaving you with no doubts. Sinisters hands trailed down your curves resting at the slope of your hips guiding you to his lap. You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his once more as his hands traced your thighs gripping them firmly. Pulling away to look into your eyes he smiled brushing your cheek with unbridled admiration.
“I love you y/n,” he proclaimed, palms giving a slight tremble, “you know that right?”
Your heart swelled at the profession of his words only for them to taper, it broke your heart knowing he was alone for so long and yet still felt uncertainty about your devotion. Years if self loathing convinced him that his blackened heart was too difficult to bear, that he was a burden and needed to hide from the light forever. But here you are loving it through all the dirt to bare something of a diamond underneath the crevice of his newly alivened heart.
Heart racing you leaned in kissing him deeper, showing him how much he truly means to you. His moans drowning all thought as you pulled away looking him in the eyes. “And I love you Stephen Strange. I always have,” nibbling his earlobe in return you felt his grip tighten. You were sure there would be mark’s later no doubt, but in the moment you couldn’t care less. He growled pulling you in for another kiss, taking note of your nightgown riding up your thighs he smirked suddenly flipping you to once more your backside.
“Stephen!” You cried feeling him slither down between your thighs taking note of what's below. Or lack thereof.
“Hmm no panties?” His eyes suddenly turning dark and piercing it shot right to your center causing you to involuntarily rock your hips against his goatee.
“Mmm ya,” giving a teasing smile, “Didn't feel like it,” flashing him a cheeky wink it only spurred him on more to dig into your needy heat inhaling your arousal.
“You naughty girl,” his voice laced with a husky desire as you felt the welcoming sensation of his fingers slipping deeper into your thighs. His fingers gliding between the folds of your heat as his thumb traced circles around your clit.
“Always so wet for me my pet,” slipping two fingers inside he watched as your body writhed against his touch, “and my cock isnt even inside you yet,” he teased, pumping his digits at a steady pace. Sinister watched in awe as he felt your pussy clamp down like a vice around his fingers.
“You're such a good girl. Do you know that? Do you know how beautiful you look coming undone by my hands?” His eyes glowed under the light as he watched on, your legs trembling. He felt them spread wider, practically welcoming him to feast upon you. You get off on the praise, and he knows it all too well. Your body arched and pebbled against his touch as if you were fabricated just for him. Your reaction alone was enough to make his stiffened cock ache between his trousers. The only thoughts going through his mind were mine mine mine…like a sacred prayer only for you.
“I adore you. Your absolutely beautiful,” he purred, pressing his face into you deeper he traced his tongue over your wet folds making you moan deeper only urging him to need more. Sinister wanted to drown in your essence for this was his paradise and his alone, you locked around him wanting to be entangled in this state for eternity. Swirling your clit in a figure eight his mouth continued its assault as he felt your climax grip around his digits, you were close and nothing felt more sweeter or divine than this very moment. You moaning for him and only him alone. Your fingers laced through his ravenous strands pushing him deeper as his hands reached up, ripping the straps off your gown to expose your perfect bare breast on display. His hands immediately seeking your exposed nipples, giving them a gentle twist. It was just enough to send you over the edge as his right hand continued pumping in and out of your throbbing cunt claiming him only tighter.
Sinister takinging in the staggered rise and fall of your breath he placed his hand on the flat of your stomach in an attempt to steady yourself. For a moment he felt something…a heartbeat. But it…it can't be? His heart fluttered and flipped all at once with the sudden possible realization but there was something more pressing that demanded his attention and that was you.
“Ste-Stephen I’m gonna!”
The echo of your pleasured moans suddenly snapping him back to reality. This is the only thing he ever wants to do, be lost in you. Devoting every waking moment to your pleasure.
“That's it! That's my girl,” His thumb pressing firm circles on your clit as his lips traced yours, “your so beautiful when you come”
Your mouth shot open in a silent scream as you arched off the mattress, your heat riding his digits as he finger fucked you through your orgasm. The curling of his hand making you see stars, he truly did have magic hands in more ways than one.
Sinisters mind suddenly shot to the thought of what he felt in the base of your tummy. Tracing his palm over his chest he instinctively placed the other over your lower tummy, your elbows propped you up as your heart fluttered when you casted your gaze upon your husband.
“Stephen? What's wrong?” You asked with bated breath.
“Nothing my love,” he spoke with promise, his gaze still fixated on your belly, “hold on and let me see here”
At first the sensation was warm as if being cloaked by a blanket fresh from the dryer. A soft purple glow emitted from your abdomen as you both witnessed what was clearly a little baby in your belly no more than 10 weeks. The motions of its little arms made tears form in your eyes. You couldn't believe it, and neither could Sinister but here you are in fact pregnant.
You traced his features taking note of his reaction, noticing the swell of tears in his eyes he sniffled looking up at you, “And I thought I've seen everything,” you brushed a stray strang away from his forehead; he couldn't help but grin wide.
Come to think of it It's not like safe sex was a part of your repertoire. You both were more shocked it just took this long to finally happen.
“You're not upset, are you Stephen?” Your heart filled with sudden rising dread at the silly question. The seconds felt like minutes as you waited on for your husband's answer.
Eyes widened he practically leapt forward his hands sought yours as he paused just a fraction from your lips. You couldn't help but feel the sudden thrill of it, his unbridled excitement and joy seemed to penetrate every cell of your body. The comfort of his large hands made you lean into his touch, you took a breath as he craned his neck down ensuring you met his gaze. The calm timber of his voice was slow and smooth like the sweetest of chocolate and all you wanted was to melt into him.
“Heavens no my sweet angel. I am beyond thrilled. For you have given me all the more reason for being alive, and I couldn't possibly love you more than in this moment.”
Hearing the soft sniffles he leaned forward nuzzling foreheads peppering you with kisses that spoke of promise, you just couldn't believe that you are with child. Instinctively you couldn't help but draw his palm forward over your bare belly once more, the soft purple glow emitting from his palm glowed once more revealing the miracle underneath leading Sinister to smile.
“So much for you being sick,” he chuckled, kissing you once more. Rubbing your belly softly you placed a hand above his, joining the three of you in unison.
“Seems like the doctor is getting a little rusty with diagnosing,” you teased, feeling him give a playful yet gentle shove so as to not hurt you or the baby.
You smiled leaning in, nestling your face against his. “Oh hush now kiss me once more”
For a moment, all was still and peaceful and you never wanted it to end. Wrapping his arms around your waist you took in the warmth and familiarity of him. With a contented sigh, he whispered, "I love you."
Tears rolled down your cheek as his thumb took the liberty of wiping them away gently. Your lips sought his as you mended once more into each other like the sand meets the sea. You've kissed many times but yet somehow it feels like your millionth and first all wrapped up in one. Sinister was fully convinced that if you tasted half as divine as the forbidden fruit of Eve, then he absolutely understood her succumb to the surrender of temptation. For nothing ever tasted so sweet.
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ace-of-gay · 1 year
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Its okay to be small
Doctor strange x little reader
1,158 words
Edited to the best of my ability
Warnings: age regression, little one feeling anxiety, little names like pumpkin, cartoons and stuffies
Pronouns: none
weight mentioned: none
No skin color or hair type mentioned
You are responsible for your own media consumption especially when theres warnings, dont like it? Dont read it, age regression is a therapist reccomend coping mechanism if you have an issue with it than ignore it.
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With abilities similar to his and Wanda’s but not physically the same you found it better to stay in a building that was safe for your well being where you could openly use your abilities at free will without any repercussion.
Originally you and strange were just close friends but after several years of living with one another his hear found something more in you now that he had freed his mind of Christine, of course he was happy for her but it was finally his time to feel happy with someone.
He felt so much more himself when he finally got the courage to ask you out, since than everything has felt perfect… well mostly perfect.
You desperately wanted him to know about your coping mechanism but past relationships had ended specifically because of it, thankfully he was a very respectful and understanding person so when it came to your personal room he never entered knowing there want anything important in there for him to know about, he just assumed it was a quiet space or a hobby room, if he really wanted to know he would just ask.
That is until today.
He had left for a four day mission, its only been two so as it was you still have two days where you can openly regress around the sanctum with no question, as Wong was on a little mission of his own.
While the fox and the hound play on your tv to fill the silence, you sit on the floor with your collections of build a bears and other stuffie’s akin and all the bear clothing you’ve collected sprawled out on the floor, dressing and undressing them making each one look perfect, paring them up with one another making buddies, friends and significant others, you were originally just gonna play dress up with them but that got put to the side when you imagined them at an avengers like party, lucky you have avengers outfits for your bears so its perfect, taking your favorite teddy’s you make them look like captain America, iron man, black widow, and a few of the others, not having all of the costumes but that’s okay.
You pick the meanest looking teddy, you have him walking around in the collection of all the others when he gets big and mean, you imagine him yelling and than in comes all the avengers quickly getting everyone to safety, the bad bear is trying to hold his side but the avengers taking him down easily.
After that the game was basically done so you pick up two of your favorite stuffies who are always paired together making them fly around the room, the room being fairly large you had plenty of space to walk around as if you’re chasing them.
You had no idea strange was home early, he had called out for you several times, walking around the main rooms looking for you, when he finally heard your giggles and trills and the soft murmur of a movie in the background.
You making sound effects, you were so lost in your world and it intrigued him, he had knocked three different times and you apparently hadn’t heard it so he opened the door just enough to check in on you, what he saw didn’t entirely surprise him, he knew you had trauma from several places in your life especially abandonment so it made sense that being here alone would need coping mechanisms. He knows exactly what age regression is, a smile big on his face and his heart swelling with love as you walk around your room following your stuffies as you make them fly, with a flick of his hand their movements were now in his control.
Flying them wildly around the room causing you to chase them around the room trying to get them back.
Surely your stuffies had grown minds of their own and were actually playing with you, that was what you thought until your foot caught the edge of the rug and sent you falling forward, pulling your arms to your chest and your eyes clenching shut, this is why you don’t want to be an avenger, you freeze, when you’re in danger your mind blanks and expects the fall. Why haven’t you fallen you question, opening your eyes you see an orange glow surrounding your.
Looking over to the door in a panic your body rushes cold, this cant happen, he cant see you like this.
He uses his magic to carefully set you down on the center of the rug as he steps further into the room.
He sees the panic in your eyes and the silent tears running down your cheeks, you’re curling in on yourself, he picks up one of the two stuffies from the floor bringing it to you, you scooting back, your mind clouded with everything that has happened in the past when people found out about your regression, his demeanor meant nothing in the face of admitting what you’re doing.
“I’m sorry” you mutter, he bends down to you, sitting on his haunches, going to place one hand under your chin, your eyes clenching shut until you feel the gentlest touch, the slightest tremor lifting your look, “my love, its okay, there is no need to hide or fear from me”
He moves to put the stuffy in your lap, taking both hands to wipe away your tears, moving to sit down on the floor, pulling you into his lap, holding you close, hushing your whimpers, slowly but surely soothing you back to a calm sense.
Looking up at him once again, feeling slightly bigger than before but still small, “how d’you know bout it?”.
“Pumpkin, you’re not the first little I’ve met, its very common for people in constant high stress and trauma to cope by regressing, its especially common with mental illness and chronic pain”.
“S’that why you so nice right now?”
Chuckling to himself shaking his head, “my love, that may be one of many reasons but its not the big one, the big one is because I love you, there is nothing of you that would upset or bother me, if being small is what helps than I support you ten fold”
A smile slowly casting Its way across your cheeks, turning into him, wrapping your arms tightly around him, it was finally okay to be you, you can finally feel completely and utterly yourself.
“Thank you” you whisper. “There is no need to thank me my love. Can you tell me how old you are?”
Shaking your head than letting it rest upon his shoulder “dunno how old, m’ jus small but not tiny right now”.
Nodding while rubbing your back, “that’s okay well figure it all out together”.
The rest of your day was filled with plenty of cuddles, cartoons and nap together.
This felt entirely like a new possibility of happiness.
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Thank you so much @hera4venenosa for letting me write this for you! <3
And thank you @shiny-purple-pizza-eater for helping me make decisions on where they live and what theyre doing <3
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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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pinkthick · 3 months
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Hi!
Can you write a fanfiction with Surgeon Strange and Y/N who are in a relationship and Y/N finds out she's pregnant because a colleague of hers from the hospital needed help with some students since it was their first day they will use the ultrasounds and Y/N and other nurses/doctors were the ones the students practied on.
Prompt nr 18 angst "Hey, hey it's okay. Breathe,"
Thanks! (Sorry if I have grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language.)
I AM WRITING THE REQUESTS 🙏🙏 (finally, I know) Thank you for your request!
Hey, it’s okay
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Pairing: Surgeon!Stephen Strange/ Fem!Reader
Summary: As the room buzzed with a mix of laughter and surprised murmurs, Stephen, still engaged in a conversation with Maria, glanced at the ultrasound screen wanting to see what was all the fuss about.
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Stephen and Y/N sat in the bustling hospital cafeteria, their scrubs slightly wrinkled from the day's hectic surgeries as they enjoyed a rare lunch break together. The clatter of trays and the hum of conversations filled the air around them.
Y/N sighed, exhaustion evident in her voice, "I'm already tired." Her eyes spoke volumes of the long hours and demanding nature of their medical profession — which they loved of course, but sometimes it was too much.
Stephen, his piercing gaze softened, chuckled in response, "But you actually slept last night. Like 8 hours of full sleep." He affectionately reached across the table, gently squeezing Y/N's hand.
Despite his attempt at reassurance, Y/N shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips as she was poking at her salad, "Still feels like I didn't sleep." She took a bite of his sandwich, the hospital's ever-present fluorescent lights casting a glow on her fatigued features.
As they shared the worn cafeteria table, conversations around them blurred into the background. Stephen studied Y/N with concern, his thumb tracing comforting circles on her hand, "You've been pushing yourself, love. Maybe take a day off soon?"
Y/N nodded "I know, but we're short-staffed, and Stacy will complain if I leave her alone, even for a day.” She sighed, leaning back in her chair, her tired eyes meeting Stephen's caring gaze. His attempt to respond was cut short as Tiffany, a lively colleague known for her cheerful spirit, slid into the seat next to Y/N, disrupting the tranquility of their lunch. "Mind if I sit here?" she asked with a playful grin.
Y/N chuckled while Stephen was giving Tiffany a side-eye, "You already are." Stephen rolled his eyes slightly irritated by the interruption. "Aren't you supposed to teach the ducklings today?" he asked, his tone tinged with annoyance.
Tiffany shrugged, her grin widening, "Well, I am, but I need a person since Nicole got sick. It's ultrasound training day, and we really need another woman." She flashed a pleading look at Y/N, who exchanged a glance with Stephen, silently seeking his opinion. Y/N hummed, "It depends. What exactly do you need help with?"
Tiffany leaned in with a grin "They're practicing on the ultrasound, and we need someone to guide them. Make sure they're comfortable, you know?" He gave a subtle nod to Y/N before she turned back to Tiffany "Alright, I can help. Just give me a few minutes to finish lunch." Her face lit up with gratitude, "You're a lifesaver, Y/N! I owe you one." She quickly excused herself, heading back to the bustling hospital corridors.
Stephen sighed, his playful annoyance evident, "Well, there goes our lunch break." Y/N laughed, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze, "We'll catch up later.”
Stephen sighed, a hint of melodrama in his tone, "My last surgery is at 11 PM, that is if the others go right. It will be a lifetime before I'll see you again." Y/N, amused by his theatrics, quirked an eyebrow, "A bit dramatic, don't you think?"
He grinned, stealing a forkful of her salad, "I thought it was the normal amount." Y/N chuckled, swatting his hand playfully, "You're such a dork." she shook her head, making a smile appear on his face as he continued “But seriously, we need to find some time for ourselves. Maybe a weekend getaway or a quiet dinner?" Y/N smiled, appreciating his effort to bring a touch of balance to their lives, "Sounds like a plan.”
As they prepared to part ways for the remainder of the day, Stephen leaned in kissing her, softly at first, and then with a swift gradation of intensity that made her cling to him. Breaking away, Stephen smiled at Y/N, his eyes reflecting both love and understanding. "Take care, okay?" he whispered, his hand gently caressing her cheek.
Y/N nodded, reciprocating the warmth in his gaze. "You too," she replied, stealing one more kiss before they both left the cafeteria.
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Y/N made her way to the room where the medical students were gathered for the ultrasound training. Upon entering, she found Tiffany already there, coordinating the session. The room buzzed with the anticipation of learning, and Y/N could see around 15 medical students eager to enhance their skills.
Other colleagues from the hospital, including Maria and Sarah, were seated on chairs beside the ultrasound machines, ready to guide and support the students. The hum of conversation and the soft whirr of the ultrasound machines filled the room as Y/N joined the circle of mentors. Tiffany greeted Y/N with a grateful smile, "Thanks for helping out, Y/N. We're about to start. If you could take this group here," she gestured to a cluster of students, "that would be great." Y/N nodded, rolling up her sleeves and joining the students.
As Y/N took her place among the instructors, the room buzzed with anticipation. The medical students, filled with a mix of nervousness and enthusiasm, looked up to their mentors. Y/N exchanged encouraging glances with her colleagues, silently conveying the importance of this teaching moment.
The ultrasound training session unfolded, with Y/N and the other experienced doctors guiding the students through the intricacies of the procedure. In the midst of explanations, demonstrations, and hands-on practice, the room became a dynamic space of shared knowledge and collaboration.
As the ultrasound training continued, two hours had already passed. Stephen appeared in the doorway, accompanied by Billy, his assistant, holding a cup of coffee. Stephen, engrossed in a conversation with Maria, one of the ER nurses, spotted Y/N and gave her a little wave. Y/N, seated in the chair where the ultrasounds were stationed, smiled back at him.
Meanwhile, Patricia, one of the students Y/N was mentoring, was making impressive progress. She confidently manipulated the transducer, moving it around Y/N’s skin. "So, that's the liver, and... that was your gallbladder, stomach?" Patricia asked, seeking confirmation. Y/N nodded with approval, "Yeah, good job." Patricia beamed, a sense of accomplishment evident on her face.
Patricia continued to explore with the transducer, gaining confidence in her newfound skill. "I really thought it was going to be harder, but it's pretty easy," she remarked, glancing at Y/N with a proud smile. Y/N chuckled, "I told you so." The atmosphere in the room was light and filled with the excitement of learning. Patricia, still moving the transducer, continued her observations, "And that's your uterus..."
However, Y/N's initial amusement faded as she caught sight of the ultrasound screen. A wave of surprise and disbelief washed over her face. That was a pretty clear image of a fetus, around 4-5 weeks. She stared at the screen for a moment, processing the unexpected discovery. Tiffany, noticing Y/N's reaction, laughed, "No way." The realization spread across the room, and soon, the entire group of medical professionals and students turned their attention to the ultrasound screen, curiosity and disbelief etched on their faces.
As the room buzzed with a mix of laughter and surprised murmurs, Stephen, still engaged in a conversation with Maria, glanced at the ultrasound screen wanting to see what was all the fuss about. His coffee slipped from his grasp involuntarily, crashing to the floor with a clatter. The unexpected scene had caught him off guard. Y/N, stood up abruptly, excusing herself from the group. The room fell into a brief silence, the atmosphere shifting from amusement to a more solemn acknowledgment of the emotions at play.
Stephen, realizing Y/N's distress, swiftly followed her out of the room. Catching up with her, he gently placed a hand on her shoulder, "Hey, hey, it's okay. Breathe." Y/N, her emotions welling up, turned into his comforting embrace, tears streaming down her face.
Y/N, her emotions pouring out, cried softly, burying her face into Stephen's chest as he held her close. Her words trembled, "I thought that we were—safe, Stephen... I—" Stephen tightened his embrace, soothingly running his hand over her back. "Shh, hey, it's okay," he whispered, understanding the weight of the unexpected revelation. He gently pulled away, cupping her face to look into her eyes. "Let's go to the rooftop to get some air, okay?"
Nodding, Y/N allowed him to guide her towards the elevator. The hospital corridors blurred as they ascended, finding a temporary refuge from the whirlwind of emotions on the quiet rooftop. Once there, the cool breeze and the distant hum of the city provided a backdrop to their conversation.
Stephen held Y/N close as she continued to cry, gently kissing her forehead. "Accidents happen, Y/N," he murmured softly. "We were safe, but maybe a condom broke or... I don't know."
Y/N, her voice wavering, confessed, "I didn't even notice I missed my period. I—what do we even do?" The weight of the situation hung in the air, uncertainty clouding their thoughts. Stephen sighed, his fingers tenderly brushing through her hair, "First, we take a deep breath. Then, we talk about it. We have options, and whatever decision you make, we face it together. You're not alone in this."
Y/N's tears flowed more freely, her emotions intensifying. Stephen held her even closer, offering comfort in the face of uncertainty. "Oh darling, it's going to be okay," he whispered, his words a soothing melody amid the turmoil.
Y/N shook her head, overwhelmed by the weight of the situation. Stephen gently wiped away her tears, encouraging her to take a moment. "Just try to breathe," he urged. Y/N, taking a shaky breath, admitted, "I'm scared." Stephen, still holding her close, chuckled softly, "Me too." Stephen pressed his forehead against Y/N's, their breaths intermingling in the quiet space of the rooftop. "But it's going to be okay," he whispered, his words filled with unwavering certainty.
Y/N, still gripped by fear and uncertainty, voiced her doubts, "You don't know that." Stephen tenderly brushed his thumb over her cheek, "But I do. As long as we're together, everything will be fine. You'll see."
Y/N, overcome with emotion, tightened her embrace, burying her face in the crook of Stephen's neck. "Okay," she whispered, the vulnerability in her voice revealing a silent acceptance of the reassurance he offered.
They would be okay.
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Notes: I’m going to be honest, I’m not really proud how this turned out😭
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strangehotch · 9 months
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Stephen: Pretend to be my wife just to mess with Wong
Y/N: But wh-
Stephen: Babe…I can’t wait to try that sushi place
Y/N confused: what sushi place i didn’t say we where goi-
Wong: Strange I know you guys aren’t married and aren’t dating and Y/N stop being oblivious about his feelings he likes you the same way you do
Y/N: Pffft i don’t know wha-
Stephen kisses y/n
Wong chuckles: kids
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saylorsaysstop · 6 months
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Strawberry Cream | Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader
a/n: i got this idea the other day for a short and sweet fic, so here you go 💗. now i'm hungry and want to bake 😡
Stephen Strange masterlist
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The scent of warmth filled the air, knocking right into the senses of an unsuspecting Stephen Strange. With an already furrowed brow and thin-lined grimace, Stephen’s day had been nothing short of bad. From the mishap in training to the smart-mouthing trainees who thought they could do much better than he, a master of the arts, Stephen was more than ticked. 
You had a strong urge to bake today. Utilized mainly as a stress reducer, people thought you were psychotic to wanted to bake in order to relieve your nerves. “Baking takes so much time and carefulness. How does that unwind you?” to which you’d respond that making something sweet and delicious, was your ultimate bad day cure. 
And luckily for Stephen, he loved your baking. 
He crosses the threshold into the kitchen, his eyes softening at the sight of you with a piping bag full of cream. His heart flutters at the adorable sight of your tongue pushed out the corner of your mouth, your level of concentration unmatched– something he wished his trainees had. He stands there silently, observing the delicacy of your hand as you gently rest the tip inside of the hole you make inside of the flaky dough, gently piping cream until they are filled. 
He noticed the cream had flecks of red with a light pink color. You have a playlist going in the background with dancing hits, but you remain utterly still except for the light bumping of your hips from side to side as you work to fill each puff with cream filling. 
You feel the weighty presence surrounding you, causing you to lift your eyes. Your eyes flash with light as a smile absorbs your face.
“Hi, baby!” you exclaim, cheeks hurting from how wide you grin. Stephen felt the prickly tension in his shoulders slowly dissipate the longer he stared at you, his stern frown evolving into a sweet grin. 
“Hi, darling.” he sighs. “What are you making?”
“Strawberry cream puffs,” you answer, filling the last one. You squeeze the leftover filling onto your index finger, humming at the sweet taste. Stephen walks over and looks down at the pan full of cream puffs, his smile wide. 
“Want to try one?” you ask.
He nods his head. “Sure, why not? Maybe it’ll cure my day.”
“Oh, rough day?” you push out your bottom lip.
Stephen nods as you both reach for one. “You have no idea… I don’t really want to go into it.” 
You nod your head in return. If he didn’t want to talk about his day, you never pushed him. You each take a bite off the corner of the sweet treat. Immediately, Stephen felt a flavor explosion commence inside his mouth, his eyes rolling at the taste.
“Honey,” he groans, his heart fuzzy and his nerves settling. You giggle, taking a bite. Some of the cream ends up on the corner of your mouth, provoking your boyfriend’s sultry curiosity. He smirks at the sight of the pinkish substance on the corner of your mouth.
“What? Do I have something on my face?” You gasp.
Stephen nods. Quickly, you reach for a napkin, but he takes his hands into yours after setting down his puff. 
“What–” Your breath hitches when Stephen closes the distance. His tongue juts out to gently lick the cream from the corner of your mouth before he dances his tongue across your lips. Seizing your mouth for a heated kiss, you lose your train of thought as he pecks you a touch lighter. You melt into him, the weight of your body pressing to his chest as you lazily throw your hands around his hips. 
He pulls away gently, noticing the sparks flying in your eyes, your pupils growing larger. 
“Why’d you stop?” you grumble through a lighthearted laugh.
Stephen smirks. “There was no more cream to lick…” 
Immediately, you grab the piping bag and add a dollop to your lips.
“Now there is,” you tempt him, wiggling your eyebrows. 
Stephen throws his head back with a laugh, a genuine laugh. In those moments, he forgot everything about his terrible day, now only focused on pleasuring you and getting a sweet treat.
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ro-is-struggling · 1 year
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I'm Not in Love || Stephen Strange x Reader
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Summary: You are not in love with Stephen Strange, he is insufferable and does nothing but get on your nerves every time he opens his mouth. So why do you feel some type of way every time he mentions Christine’s name?
Warnings: enemies to lovers, love confessions, teasing, fluff 
English is not my first language
Word count: 1400
Based on the song lyric prompt 9: “I'm not in love // So don't forget it // It's just a silly phase I'm going through” (I’m Not in Love by 10cc) from my 600 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION prompt list
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'Just admit it, you're in love with Stephen Strange.'
The words of your friend Wanda echoed in your head since she had spoken them hours ago. It was ridiculous, you hated Stephen. He was arrogant, pretentious and a control freak who drove you crazy from the moment you had arrived at the Sanctum Sanctorum to learn how to handle your powers. He had a horrible personality and you hated everything about him. He brought out the worst in you and you brought out the worst in him, something that led you to spend most of your time fighting. 
You couldn't be in the same room together for more than ten minutes without ending up arguing about the stupidest things. Something about him awakened in you a need to contradict him on everything, even when you knew he was right. You couldn't help it, you hated to see the arrogant smile he seemed to have permanently drawn on his face when he talked to you. You hated him. He hated you. You both hated each other and if it wasn't for Wong you would have left that place a long time ago. 
Wanda's words made no sense, you were sure of it. You could never fall in love with someone like Strange, how could you when you were barely able to spend a few minutes with him without wanting to murder him? It was a stupid idea and Wanda was just saying it to annoy you. 
But then you saw him with her. 
Christine Palmer was everything you were not. She was smart, successful, charismatic, beautiful, and most of all, she was able to hold a conversation with Stephen for more than five minutes. She was the love of his life, you could tell by the way he looked at her. He missed her and regretted every day for letting her go. He still loved her and for some reason that made you feel weird. A lump formed in your throat every time you saw them together and you couldn't bear to listen to Stephen talk about her for too long, the admiration in his voice making your blood boil. 
And then it hit you. 
"No!" you exclaimed aloud in the solitude of your room. "Nonono! This can't be happening." You were panicking, pacing back and forth in your room as you desperately tried to find another explanation for what you were feeling. It wasn't jealousy. You weren't in love with him. He was an arrogant jerk and you couldn't stand him.
"I'm just... sad because no one will ever love me the way he loves her. Yes! That's it!" You tried to reason. Sure, you had been single for a long time and craved love, and in a way seeing the way Stephen looked at Christine made you think that you had never known a love like that, but that wasn't the reason behind your feelings. You weren't sad when you saw them together, you were jealous. Jealous that he didn't look at you that way. Jealous that you couldn't go more than five minutes without wanting to tear each other's heads off. Jealous that Stephen never saw you as anything more than an annoying apprentice who thought she was bigger than she was.
"No! I'm not in love," you asserted looking at yourself in the mirror, your eyes daring your reflection to contradict you. "It's just a stupid phase I'm going through. I'll be back to normal in no time. I'm not in love with Stephen Strange!"
Just as you finished saying those words a knock on your door caught your attention. When you turned around you found Stephen's figure leaning against the door frame, looking at you curiously. Your heart dropped and embarrassment came over you as you pleaded with the universe that he hadn't heard anything.
"You're late for practice," he said in his usual monotone voice and you breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't heard anything, if he had he would have mentioned it by now. You knew he would never waste an opportunity to annoy you like that.
But then you saw a mischievous smile creeping across his lips and your heart began to beat rapidly against your chest.
"What were you doing here?" Stephen asked, though you both knew he already knew the answer.
"Nothing! I'll be right down," you replied quickly, trying to kick him out of your room before he had a chance to humiliate you.
"Really?" he said, walking into your room. It was obvious he didn't believe a word that came out of your mouth. He knew the truth, but you would never admit it to him. You refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much power he had over you. "I could have sworn you were saying my name."
"No! No I was not." You sounded pathetic, your voice was trembling and you were using a higher pitch than normal. Anyone who knew you a little would know you were lying, but you refused to tell the truth. That was exactly what Strange wanted and you weren't going to indulge him.
Stephen took a step toward you and you instinctively backed away. He paused for a moment, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. You looked like a deer caught in the headlights, your big eyes watching him cautiously as your brain scrambled to come up with an escape plan. But he wasn't planning to let you escape. He was tired of the tension between you and it was time to do something about it.
"Why won't you admit it?" he spoke in a deep, seductive voice that awakened a tingle inside you. He continued walking towards you and for every step he took forward you took a step back. You needed to keep some distance between you if you intended to maintain your composure. But then your back hit the hard wall and you knew you were screwed. 
"There's nothing to admit," you said, clearing your throat to make sure your voice came out steady and clear. You were lying through your teeth and they both knew it, but you weren't about to give in. 
Stephen looked at you, his deep blue eyes inspecting your face closely. He was too close to you and it was starting to get to you. You could feel his warm breath crashing against your face, your noses almost brushing together. You felt self-conscious under his gaze, but at the same time you couldn't take your eyes off him. You were completely frozen in place, admiring the perfect angles of his face as you waited for his next move. 
"Is that so?" he said in disbelief. His eyes drifted down to your lips, pausing on them for a few seconds. He looked at you as if he wanted to devour you and you had to bite your tongue to keep from letting out a moan. "And what if I told you that I really wanted to kiss you? What would you do then?" 
"I don't know" you feigned innocence, feeling a wave of confidence momentarily wash over you. "I guess you'll just have to wait and see."
Stephen didn't waste a second, crashing his lips against yours the moment those words left your mouth. There was nothing sweet or tender in the way he kissed you, only desperation as you clung to each other's bodies. His hands cradled your cheeks, tilting your face so he could deepen the kiss, stealing what little breath you had left. Your head was spinning, your lips struggling to keep up with his kiss as your hands clutched at his chest desperate to find something to keep you grounded.
You surrendered to him completely, letting him do whatever he wanted with you. You were flying high in pure bliss, lost in the desperate caresses of Stephen's soft lips on yours. You didn't have the mental capacity to fight against his clear dominance over your body, you couldn't even feel ashamed of how quickly you had surrendered to his charms. 
You didn't want the moment to end. You wanted to live in Stephen's arms for the rest of your life, to feel his lips on yours until you ran out of air. However, the moment was interrupted when you felt the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you, forcing you to suddenly pull apart.
"It was about time," Wong said from the doorway looking at you with a firm expression that showed you how tired he was of you dancing around your feelings for each other. "We're waiting for you downstairs." And with that he left, leaving you alone once again to address what had happened.
"He's going to get back at us for everything we put him through, isn't he?" you muttered as you watched Wong disappear behind the door.
“Oh yes, definitely.”
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