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geeky-politics-46 · 2 years

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If your requests are open. Could we see a Dr. Strange tracking your fertility cycle? Maybe some breeding kink? If not that’s okay. Thank you!

Man On A Mission

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Once Stephen Strange set his mind to something he was going to get it done. Why should getting you pregnant be any different?

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - heavy breeding kink, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names, language, very romantic cheesy mushy Strange too

I felt odd finishing this after SCOTUS dismantled Roe. I want to make it very clear in this story pregnancy was a choice they both made together. Neither the government, nor a partner, should regulate a woman's body & force her to carry a pregnancy she does not want.

You had discussed it, after everything that had happened, you both decided that you wanted a family. You wanted a child together if you could have one. You didn't want to get obsessed though, so you had decided to leave it to chance. If it happened it happened. If not, you two always had America.

Well you had decided to leave it to chance. Stephen had different plans. He was going to make sure it happened. He was going to make sure he got you pregnant as soon as he possible could. The idea of you carrying his baby triggered an irrational need in him. He needed to breed you. The thought of it alone could get him hard.

There was something so erotic about everyone seeing your swollen belly & knowing he had fucked you full as many times as it took to get you that way. That he had filled you with his cum until you were leaking. That you craved to feel him cum inside you. No, that your body had begged for his cum, & your pussy had milked his cock dry over & over.

So he started tracking your cycle to figure out when you were most fertile, when you were ovulating. It took a couple months to pin it down. To get the dates just right. Between using an app on his phone & the marking you always put in your day planner when you started your period he was able to pinpoint the dates before long.

He had studied up on what positions would aid in conception too. Both missionary & doggy style could let him cum in you as deep as possible, the deeper he came in you the closer his sperm was to your cervix. He also knew that if you came around the same time he did your body would naturally pull his cum in deeper.

So when he got the little notification on his phone that you would start your ovulation cycle the next day he got straight to work. He wanted everything to be perfect. He planned to spend as much time balls deep in you filling you up as many times as he physically could.

First thing was to get everyone else out of the Sanctum. Wong was easy enough. He knew that look on Strange's face & he had no desire to walk in on you 2 mid-romp again. He confirmed he would stay at Kamar-Taj until he was told it was safe.

America he just downright bribed. Peter he threatened. Both of them could occupy themselves doing teenager stuff or bothering the other Avengers. He knew for a fact that Sam "New Cap" Wilson was in town, & Peter had taken a shine to Bucky. Unfortunately Bucky didn't have the same shine but he appreciated the attempts by the spiderling to get him up to date on pop culture.

With the Sanctum cleared out he needed to prep your bedroom next. He wanted to turn it into a virtual oasis. He found the softest sheets & fluffiest blankets. Candles & soft lights, your favorite flowers. He went the whole 9 yards. Massage oils & flavoured treats to rub on & lick off each other. Lots of pillows all over the room. He knew if your hips were elevated with a pillow it was supposed to help conception too.

Even the dinner he prepared, well he ordered & someone else prepared, was full of aphrodisiac foods. The evening would be completed with chocolate covered strawberries, whipped cream, almonds, & of course a little bubbly.

He was sure of it. Tonight was the night he was gonna get you knocked up. So he wanted it to be special. He wanted to make sure he wooed you & bred you in one suave date night. That would hopefully turn into a date weekend of him pumping load after load into you. Just to be sure.

Needless to say you were shocked when you got home. You knew something was up, he never went this over the top even when you first started dating & he was trying to impress you. He tried his best to stay coy about his motive. Saying he just wanted to treat the woman he loved to a special night.

It wasn't until you had made it to the bedroom that you figured out the real reason for all the romance. You went to the bathroom to slip into the new lingerie he had picked out, it was a sheer red babydoll that feel just below your ass & matched the color of his cloak. He did have good taste & knew your body so well the fit was perfect.

As you were changing you remembered the ovulation test kit you had bought together on a whim after you first discussed having a baby. Sure enough it said you were in your fertile window. You couldn't help but chuckle at how slick Stephen thought he was.

You emerged from the bathroom trying to look as innocent as possible hiding the test behind your back. You bit your bottom lip as you walked towards him with any extra sway in your hips, his pupils now blown wide in lust. He had already stripped down to his underwear & you could tell by the way the fabric was starting to strain that he was already half hard.

Just by the sight of your breasts through the sheer cups he could tell he had nailed the timing. Your breasts were slightly swollen & your nipples flushed slightly darker, both signs you were ovulating. He groaned as you got closer, already imagining how you would look swollen with his child.

As he laid him down on the bed & crawled up to straddle him you managed to keep the test concealed in your hand. He was too busy focusing on other things. You gave him one more chance to tell you on his own why he really did all this.

"Seriously Stephen, why did you do all this? You know I was already gonna fuck you anyway." You both laughed as you exchanged kisses. You loved teasing each other & you both had the same sarcastic sense of humor.

"Is it so wrong I just wanted to spoil you a bit? Show you how special you are."

It was a very sweet sentiment, & you did love when Stephen bared the sensitive side of his personality, but you also knew it was partly bullshit. Time to call him on it.

You started pressing his down his neck, mixing in little licks & bites as you moved to his ear. His hands were massaging your ass & slowly grinding your hips against his hardening cock. You sucked on his earlobe for a moment, then pulled your lips away just enough to whisper in his ear.

"Are you sure it doesn't have anything to do with me being fertile? With you wanting me to make you a daddy?"

As you finished your question you blew on his ear & ellicted a loud moan. His hips thrusting up of their own volition, pretty much answering for him. You sat up straight & kept rolling your hips against his. The friction of him hard against your clit was too good to stop.

"Ah ha, I knew there was something. Well then you will be pleased to know that I remembered we had this."

You pulled the small plastic stick up & held it in front of you. He recognized it immediately, & he quirked up an eyebrow waiting to hear whether you were ovulating.

Several weeks later you were having what you referred to as your "family breakfast". It consisted of all the members of you odd little adopted family who made the Sanctum their home in one way or another. It was you & Stephen, Wong, America, Peter, & even the Cloak of Levitation. Sometimes Shawn & Katie would join too, or Ned & M.J.

You smiled down at him, "Well Doctor Strange, you have some work to do tonight then. I don't want to leave this bed until you've gotten me pregnant Doctor."

He quickly & flipped you over onto your back, positioning himself on top of you with your legs around his waist. He grabbed the test from your hand & threw it over his shoulder before leaning down to focus his attention on your neck & chest. Biting & kissing at it as he kneaded the soft flesh of your side with his other hand.

In between deep passionate kisses he smiled against your lips & said, "well sweetheart, good thing that was already my plan."

His tongue tangled with yours as your bodies started to move in sync with each other. Your hands running up & down his arms & his back as he teased & tickled your breasts with his tongue & fingers over the lingerie you wore. Eventually sliding the straps down & off of your arms.

He let the scruff of his goatee scratch across your nipples before taking his time with each one. His tongue lapping & the swirling around them as he felt them perk up. He stopped to blow on one of them, making you gasp in return.

Sliding your hand down to cup his bulge he ground down into your hand & growled. You stroked him through the fabric of his underwear a few times before dipping your hand under the waistband & letting your fingers tease at the warm flesh of his cock. Running one of your fingers up one of the thick prominent veins on his shaft. You could feel yourself getting wetter as you thought about him inside you.

He suddenly pulled your hand off of him & pinned it on the pillow over your head. He brought his face close to yours & you could feel pieces of his thick dark brown hair tickling your forehead.

"Wanna know one of the ways I can tell you're fertile right now darling? Because I can smell you are in heat. I can smell how wet you are, how bad you want my cock. I know you are practically dripping through those panties already."

He reached down & pulled your panties to the side & ran his middle finger up your slit feeling the arousal that had collected for him. He brought his hand back up & showed you the slick glistening on his fingertip. Practically purring when he took the finger into his mouth & sucked it clean.

"Your pussy tastes even sweeter when you're fertile too. As much as I want to bury my face in your pretty pussy & make you cum on my tongue tonight you only get to cum on my cock. You are gonna be my good girl & let me fill your pussy up over & over to knock you up aren't you?"

You whimpered & shook your head yes as you spread your legs wider underneath him. You wanted him inside you so badly. You started to pout when he simply chuffed at you. You noticed his voice had gone gravely when he spoke next & you knew he was just as desperate for you.

"Uh uh, I wanna hear you say it sweetheart. I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. What do you want me to make you?"

"Want you to fuck me Stephen, knock me up. Want you to fuck a baby into me. Make me a mommy. Swear I'll be your good girl. Need you Stephen. So bad."

"That's my good girl. Now hold still."

He sat up on his knees & grabbed another pillow from across the bed. He had you lift your hips, you thought to take off your panties but he stopped you before you could lower them & placed the pillow under your hips instead. He snapped the elastic of your panties back into place before taking off his underwear.

He held his hand to you for you lick & then took his long thick cock in his hand. He knelt between your legs stroking himself a few times as he readjusted your panties so they were pushed to the side. He admired your soaked cunt in silence for a few seconds.

God he was a beautiful man. Lean but well muscled. The fact that he was a genius & a little superhero made him the whole package. Plus he had an amazing package, & he knew how to use it.

He started rubbing the head of his cock through your pussy lips paying extra attention to tap at your clit whenever he would slide himself back upward. Studying the way you tried to move your hips just right to let his head slip inside you.

"There's one more thing baby, okay? The panties stay on for a bit, because I know you wanna stay nice & full in between rounds right? To help make sure you get pregnant. Just in case that pretty pussy starts leaking it will stay covered in my cum."

He positioned himself at your entrance & slowly pushed his cock inside you. The stretch felt so good as he set a slow steady pace. Thrusting a little deeper each time he pushed forward. You both moaned the first time he bottomed out. Instead of thrusting again he stopped & let you grind against him from underneath, finding the perfect angle so his pelvic bone rubbed against your clit.

Once you had found the right spot you gave him a little squeeze to move again. He started slowly, fucking you deeply & tenderly as he placed his forehead on yours. Your arms looped around his shoulders & you held him tight.

You stared into his ocean blue eyes as he whispered to you, "fuck! I love you so much." He lowered his lips to yours & kissed you with such devotion it took your breath away. When his lips finally broke from yours you moved just enough to whisper, "I love you too", back to him.

Then a particularly deep thrust pulled a pornographic moan from you & you felt a new gush of arousal flood you. The sensation spurring him to start fucking you harder. When he started thrusting hard & fast enough he could hear the squelching of your wet cunt around him. Something snapped in his mind at the sound.

He remembered he was fucking you with the purpose of getting you pregnant. He dropped his head into the crook of your neck & his hips started slamming down into yours. An animalistic growl coming from him each time you mewled in pleasure. He still made sure to keep the extra roll forward in his thrusts to make sure you got the stimulation you needed to cum too.

He could feel you getting close. Your walls starting to pulse & clench at him every few thrusts. He pulled back onto his knees & pulled your legs up onto his shoulders before leaning forward & folding you in 2. Positioning you so your pelvis tilted back & he could get his cock even deeper.

You both started lavishing filthy praise on the other. Encouraging each other.

"Oh fuck! Stephen right there. Don't fucking stop!"

"Don't worry sweetheart I'm not stopping until you're knocked up remember? Can't wait for everyone to see your pregnant belly & know I did that."

His possessive side sometimes took over in bed & you always liked to tease that particular nerve when it did.

"Want everyone to know you fucked me full Stephen? Tell everyone you're the daddy. Tell them that you just couldn't stop fucking me until you bred me?"

That phrase sent him absolutely wild. He was on a hairpin trigger ready to cum & he knew you were too. He reached between your bodies to flick lightly at your clit.

"Fuck! Say that again baby. Fuck, beg for it!"

"Yeah you want to breed me Stephen? Fucking breed me. Fucking breed me daddy!"

As you felt him fill you up the sensation of his cum shooting deep into you sent you over the edge. Your cunt clenching & pulsing as he shot rope after rope inside you.

Eventually you both came down & you started combing your fingers through his hair as you lazily kissed each. He released your legs so they could sit more comfortably around his waist, but he kept himself positioned inside you & on top of you.

"You know I think I'll just stay like this until we're ready to go again. Just in case. Make sure I keep everything inside you."

You eventually lost track of how many times he fucked you that weekend. By the time you realized Wong, America, & Peter had returned to the Sanctum you were having a hard time walking & Stephen was smiling so big you thought his face would break.

Now you just had to wait, & maybe keep trying. Even if you weren't ovulating it was awful fun practice, especially with a partner you loved so much who loved you more than anything in return.

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It was the one time of week everyone made a conscious effort to have a normal meal all together. No magic, other than the Cloak, & no superhero stuff. Just normal conversation & silliness. It was a mental respite for everyone.

The 5 of you had all gathered in the kitchen. Wong was finishing the cooking with America's help. Peter was animatedly telling a story to Stephen, & the Cloak was draped around Stephen's neck in the form of a scarf.

You stood at the counter observing everyone & honestly getting a little misty eyed. They were a bunch of weirdos, but they were your weirdos & you loved them all so much. In the moment your overwhelming emotion didn't seem odd to you until America saw you wipe at your eyes & asked if you were okay.

You assured her that you were fine. There was just something in your eye or maybe your allergies were making your eyes water.

After a moment you realized America was still eyeing you, & everyone else had gotten a little more quiet. You turned back to her with a confused look?

"Okay, what's up? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Oh no it's nothing. You just look really pretty today. Did you start using a new foundation or something? You look all glowy."

You shot Stephen a sidelong glance out of the corner of your eye & before you could register what was happening he had already grabbed your hand & started pulling you out of the room behind him. The echo of the 2 of you laughing carried on as you both ran up the stairs to your bathroom.

The 3 people left in the kitchen all had small grins on their faces. Already looking forward to having a new member to add to their weird little family. They all moved to sit around the table making sure to leave spots for you & Stephen, even though they knew they probably wouldn't see you for a while if the test was positive.

They knew it was when the Cloak of Levitation came flying through making excited little swirls & flutters in the air before landing in one of the empty spaces at the table. Stephen had kicked it out of your bedroom so you two could celebrate alone.

America cleared her throat & held out her hand across the table looking at the 2 men expectantly. Both Wong & Peter pulled out $20 bills handing them over to the girl somewhat grudgingly.

As she went to put the money in her pocket with a satisfied grin on her face she paused & asked, "Wanna go double or nothing on the due date?"

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imaginesforfandom · 7 months

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The Bed Argument

Part II Part III

i had to okay 😭 also, this will be a series so stay tuned 😼💪 i love this gif-

Stephen Strange x Reader

they/them pronouns used

Summary: Stephen and the reader themselves in Ireland on a mission, where their constant bickering and clashing personalities have become a prominent feature of their interactions. Exhausted and in need of rest, they book a hotel room with only one bed. The story revolves around their argument about who should take the bed, with both of them adamantly refusing to sleep on the floor. After a heated exchange, they reluctantly agree to share the bed but remain distant from each other. As they lie side by side, their tension gradually subsides, and they begin to find a new understanding between them. The story ends with a subtle shift in their relationship, suggesting the possibility of change and a truce.

The Bed Argument

The night was uncharacteristically chilly for an Irish summer, and the old inn on the outskirts of Dublin didn't seem like the most inviting place. Stephen Strange and Y/N found themselves in Ireland on a mission, despite their constant bickering and clashing personalities. The tension between them was palpable, like a storm brewing in the distance.

As they entered the inn, both were equally tired from the long day of traveling and dealing with magical anomalies. The mission had already taken its toll on them, and they desperately needed rest. Unfortunately, the inn only had one room available, and it had a single, somewhat lumpy, bed.

"I'm not sleeping on the floor," Stephen declared, his voice laced with annoyance. He glanced at Y/N with a furrowed brow.

Y/N, equally exhausted, shot back, "Oh, don't act like you're doing me a favor. I'm not sleeping on the floor either."

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, it seemed as if they might finally agree on something. But then, the inevitable happened. They began to argue about who should take the bed.

"You should take it, Y/N," Stephen insisted, "I'm a doctor, I can handle sleeping on the floor."

Y/N wasn't about to back down either. "And I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, Strange. You take the bed."

Their voices grew louder, their arguments more heated, and before long, they were caught in yet another intense verbal battle. The innkeeper's patience wore thin, and with a tired sigh, he left them to their quarrel and retreated to the front desk.

"I'm not going to let you sleep on the floor," Stephen huffed.

"And I'm not going to let you have it either," Y/N shot back, their eyes blazing with stubborn determination.

The standoff continued, neither willing to give in, both equally stubborn. Finally, in a desperate attempt to end the argument, Stephen said, "Fine. We'll share the bed. But don't think this changes anything between us."

Y/N, who had expected a concession from Stephen but not this, reluctantly agreed, "Deal. But you stay on your side."

As they settled into the bed, lying as far apart as possible, there was still tension in the air. However, the exhaustion of the day eventually caught up with them, and one by one, their arguments and hostilities gave way to the quiet rhythm of their breaths.

In the dimly lit room, their hands brushed against each other, and for a moment, they hesitated. But instead of pulling away, their fingers intertwined, forming a connection that went beyond their constant disagreements.

Perhaps it was the exhaustion, or maybe it was the realization that they were in a foreign place together, but as they lay side by side, the tension between Stephen Strange and Y/N began to dissipate. It was just one night, one bed, but it marked the beginning of something different – an uneasy truce that held the promise of change.

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i'll probably be posting the second part tomorrow. i gotta write it lmaoo

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chaosvillainy · 6 months

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*Planning to take down Scarlet Witch*

Strange: I’m not going to seduce her!

Y/N: And no one would judge you. It’s understandable. She’s very powerful, intimidating, beautiful, not to mention very well-muscled.

Strange: I am never going to seduce her, but I’m starting to think you might be…

#wanda maximoff x reader #wandavision #mommy wanda #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff #dr strange #stephen strange #multiverse of madness #marvel #marvel endgame #incorrect quotes #scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #wanda x you #wanda x reader #wanda marvel #wanda x y/n

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vickiee-mcmuffin · 8 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.

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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romanoffshouse · 9 months

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[Y/N and the Avengers sitting in the living room.]

Y/N: Can I tell you a joke?

Steve: Sure.

Y/N: [starts to grin and looked at doctor strange and then back to Steve]

Y/N: Knock, knock

Steve: Who's their?

Y/N: Doctor

Steve: Doctor Who?

Y/N: No, Doctor Strange.

[Everyone starts laughing except of Doctor Strange]

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iamsherlocked1479 · 4 months

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Happpy New Year

Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: explicit content 18+, slut shame, chocking

Description: Stephen doesn't like that you recived a compliment, he doesn't like that somebody would even consoder they had a chance with you.

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Most people are drunk right now, you’re not denying that you were, of course nobody leaves a Stark party completely sober. All beat it, most of the guests haven’t left yet, they were currently counting down to midnight last you heard the ball will drop in 10 minutes, but you couldn’t care right now. You’re currently pressed up against the padded wall of what looks like a gym, technically you hadn’t left Stark Tower yet, with your legs neatly parted over Stephen's shoulders as his tongue glided through your slick folds.

“Oh fuck steph- we’re gonna miss the countown, we have to- shit.” Your eyes squinted shut and your hand tightened in his hair as he drew you closer to an orgasm. Your statement was thoroughly met with a grunt and a quick “I don’t care sweetheart” as his tongue continued to lap its way around your clit.

This had all started because Thor complimented your dress, he meant no harm of course only stating that you should belong with the Asgardian gods. But like always Stephen was jealous, he hated that a man would even consider himself worthy of being able to see you the way he did, a goddess in your own right. So after that one incident, at exactly 11:49pm Stephen had enough of the looks you were getting, even though you only had eyes for him, and proceeded to pull you into the nearest empty room and show exactly how only he could make you feel.

“Shhh, sweetheart, don’t want anyone hearing those sweet sounds you make for me.” He said, snaking his hand up your body to cover your mouth as you came. He lifted your legs off his shoulder and pinned you between him and the wall. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he kissed you, your hands continued to work on the buttons of his shirt as they had done earlier before he dropped to his knees for you. “Ah, ah sweetheart” he grabbed your wrists and moved your hand to his tight trousers where you palmed him through his clothes, “we gotta do this fast, i want all the others to see me kiss you at midnight.” He purred as he spun you around, tracing his cock between your folds before pushing you against the wall with a deep thrust.

You didn’t like jealous stephen, but you loved the way he fucked, he was normally so gentle and kind making sure to touch and kiss you everyway possible before slowly drawing out orgasm after orgasm. But jealous Stephen, he fucked hard, he wasnt one for yelling or arguing, so he would take out his frustrations by pounding into you, he wanted to prove how fast he could make you cum how only he could make you feel that good.

“You’re mine you know that right?” He purred as he sucked and nibbled at the pulse point on your neck leaving a purple mark for all to see. His cock had the perfect curve making it rub right against your g-spot in this position.

“Steph- please, i know im yours, fuck” you cried as his hand snaked around your neck bringing your head to his. He squeezed slightly, not enough to make it hard for you to breathe, but enough for your hand to clamp onto his wrist and walls to clench around his cock.

“Did you like the way Thor looked at you?” He moved his free hand to pull your dress down just enough to expose your tits to the world. “Did you want him looking at these?” He groaned with his cock twitching inside you. He grabbed on one of your tits, roughly massaging it in his hand and pinching on the nipple. “You know you’re so beautiful, I know you know every man smart enough wants you, admit it you like the attention.” He hissed, kissing your neck and thrusting even harder causing a pile of weights to tumble to the floor. “Tell me sweetheart, do you enjoy the attention?”

“Ye- shit, yes stephen. Fuck.” You moaned, your legs shaking at the overstimulation. He spun you around so that you could see yourselves in the mirrored walls, one hand gripped your chin and pointed you towards the mirror, while the other clung around your abdomen holding you in place as he kept himself inside you.

“Look at you.” He hummed in satisfaction, you looked at what you saw, your dress creased, tits popping out over the top of your dress, mascara running down your face, legs shaking, “look at us” you looked at him through the reflection, eyes darkened, hair stuck with sweat to his forehead, shirt falling down his shoulders and his trousers down only just enough to get his cock out. It was a sight to see, yet a sight you and stephen both loved to see, he loved showing you what he can do to you, and you loved that stupid dumb sarcastic smile of his.

His arm that wrapped around your waist slid down to your clit as he continued pushing inside you, his fingers played with your clit using his precum that dripped from you as a lubricant, adding to the pleasure. You squeezed your eyes shut as you could feel that knot tightening, threatening to break as your insides fluttered. Stephen moaned at the sensation of your walls clenching around him.

“Open your eyes” he demanded “I want you to watch as I make you cum, i want you to realise you’re a slut, but you’re my slut.” He grunted as he felt himself drawing closer to his release, his fingers now frantically swiped up and down your clit and with his cock still hitting your g-spot, the sensation became unbearable and the knot snapped, this felt different your felt yourself dripping onto him and creating a small puddle on the hard gym floor. Your knees buckled and you melted to the floor where Stephen set you on all fours, still making sure you can see yourself in the mirror. He kept himself inside you as you slumped, trying to catch your breath

“You see that, that's how good I can make you feel. Tell me what you are.” he said, giving you a single hard thrust causing the sound of skin on skin to echo through the dark room.

“Yours.” you said through breathless moans, this landed a firm yet satisfying slap on you ass as he sped up his motions.

“My what?” he said “speak up” he said moaning, following his own ecstasy

“Your slut.” you cried out, holding yourself up as you could see in the mirror that he was completely lost in the chase for his own orgasm, so you angled yourself that you were pushing yourself onto him every time he entered you. “I’m your slut stephen, yours and yours alone, my pussy is made for you.” your words only encouraged him as he moaned with the satisfaction that the lesson he had been trying to teach you had finally sunk in.

“That's right sweetheart, your mine” His trembling hands practically vibrated as he gripped the fat of your hips turning his knuckles white. You looked in the mirror, the smell of sex filling your nostrils, you looked at the sight behind you, his biceps straining through the sleeves of that white dress shirt you loved so much, his muscular chest shining with sweat. That was the man you fell in love with, every inch of him, even his salt and pepper temples he hated so much, you loved him.

“Say it again sweetheart.” he begged, he was so close.

“I’m your slut Stephen. I want you to fill me up, make your slut drip with your cum Stephen.” you called out with a victorious smile as he came, strengthening his grip on your waist. His body caved on top of yours as he littered your shoulder with kisses.

“Did you fuck out that atitude?” you asked with a giggle

“I don’t have an attitude.” he stated, sitting back on his knees and watching his seed drip from you. “I just like to make my opinion clear.” he smiled when you jolted as he pushed his cum back into your sensitive hole.

“I think you did.” you got up and put your underwear back on, which had been left at the door, the face he pulled when he realised you were just going to keep his seed inside you almost wanted to make you do it all again, but you did have a deadline to meet. You watched as he buttoned up his shirt and tucked himself back in place. “You know I love you and only you right?”

“Of Course i do.” he walked over and kissed your forehead “i just wished other people understood that.” he clicked his fingers and your makeup and hair neatened themselves up like nothing had happened and linked his arm into yours.

“It was just a compliment Stephen, Thor didn’t mean anything by it.” you laughed to yourself as the hum of the party grew near

“You don’t know that for sure.” Stephen joked back as he grabbed two glasses of champagne and handed one to you.

“I know you’re jealous.” you looked at him and he rolled his eyes

“So what if I was?” he smiled “Sometimes i think you prefer it.”

“So what if I did?” your brow quirked, he opened his mouth to say something when you were interrupted by the rest of the guests beginning to count down and stephen lead you to the balcony where the others where

“3… 2… 1… Happy new year!” Stephen pulled you towards him and locked his lips with yours with a passionate kiss, you had to grip your glass so that you didn’t drop it on impact, he pulled you closer to him, allowing you to rest on his chest before finally parting.

“Happy new year sweetheart.” he smiled and gave you another peck

“Happy new year.” you smiled back

“Now correct me if i’m wrong but we need to go home, i haven’t seen you naked since last year.” he pulled your wrist

“That joke wasn’t funny last year and it still isn’t” you gave him a pity laugh

“Then why are you following me?”

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A/N: I have to say i might have gotten a little carried away with some of the language there, but im not appologising, this was based of a dream i had a few weeks back and i thought i'd turn it into a lil end of year gift for you all because in january i will have bneen posting for two years which is crazy to me because this year we have grown from around 50 followrrs to 250! which is even more crazy so, hope to get back into the swing of things next and hope you all have a great new year love ypu all sm! <3

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wint3r-h3art · 2 years

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It’s You, It’s always Been you

Pairing: Stephen Strange x f!Reader

Summary: It’s a known fact that you are in love with Stephen Strange. It’s also a known fact that Stephen Strange is still in love with Dr. Palmer. When Stephen asked you to be his wedding date though, you’re starting to regret your decision. A confession from the doctor himself, changes everything.

Word count: 3.0K (I got carried away, oops)

Genre: angst, unrequited love, confession, overall feels!, and soft smut (of course)

A/N: There’s no major MoM spoilers, just the beginning with the wedding and all that. As much as I love Stephen being a complete daddy in MoM, I need to write me some soft smut. No beta, so if I missed anything, It’s my fault. If you enjoyed this, please please comment and reblog. It just means a lot. Please follow @wint3r-library and turn on post notification for fic update.

Strange was getting impatient with you.

You haven’t noticed it yet, but with all your inability to sit still during Doctor Palmer’s wedding, you were getting on his last nerve.

Another heavy sigh fell from your lips as you sat there beside him, slouching slightly because you really wanted to shift your body. Your fingers fiddled in your laps as you were trying very hard to pay attention to the ceremony, quite unaware of the piercing gaze from the man beside you.

It wasn’t like you were nervous about being the date to the bride’s ex or anything. You really didn’t need to be there, especially when Stephen couldn’t figure out what his feelings toward Christine were.

There was no doubt that the man looked as delectable as it can be in that suit, and there was no doubt that you would jump at his bones if the opportunity presented itself. However, you needed to stop saying yes to him all the time when you were dying on the inside.

Stephen exhaled sharply through his nose before he covered your hand with his. Warmness shot through you as you sat there. You bit the inside of his cheek. His hand was trembling slightly. You couldn’t help but turned your gaze to him.

His brow quirked but said nothing. He was completely unaware of the stinging pain you experienced every time you watched his eyes glimmer whenever his gaze fell on Dr. Palmer, of course. You wished the ceremony ended already. There was so much you could take. Sometimes you wished that Happy had never introduced you to him.

You let out a sharp exhale once he let go of your hand and stood up. Once again, your heart felt heavy as your gaze followed his following Christine walking down the aisle with her new husband. Your heart was heavy as you looked at the man before you trying to hold it in. He was too proud to say it, but Strange was never really over her.

You couldn’t be anymore happier the moment the ceremony was over. You found yourself stationed by the bar, chugging wine and avoiding Strange as best as possible. The plan was going well so far until your date found you.

“I’m starting to think that even my own date is avoiding me,” came a voice behind you. His low baritone voice sent a slight tremor through you, sending your nerve into a frenzy. Heat flooded your cheek as your heart beat frantically against your chest. You wanted to run, perhaps you wanted to go back to your apartment. Whatever it was, you really didn’t want to deal with him right now.

“Not avoiding you,” you mumbled before chugging the last remnant of your drink.

Stephen sighed before ordering himself a martini, his eyes were still on you though. “Your body language said otherwise.”

“You shouldn’t bring me here,” you finally looked at him. “She’ll think that you and I are together or something.”

“And that’s bad because…?”

“You’re kidding, right?” You laughed out loud from sheer discomfort as you stared at him. You watched as the bartender set his drink down before you quickly snatched it away from Strange. He could sense your nervous energy from miles away, which made him wonder how you got to become Happy Hogan’s assistant in the first place.

“I wasn’t.”

The firmness in his tone made your heart skip a beat.

“She asked me if I’m happy,” he said, but he didn’t look at you. Instead, his gaze fell for the bride once more. You had to bite back your uncomfortable laugh before you looked elsewhere, trying to hide your expression. It was getting harder and harder to hide anything at all from him.

“And I told her that I am…”

“Which is a lie…” You pressed your lips together into a straight line.

“You don’t know that. For all you know, I am quite content with what I have right now.”

“Stephen…,” you gave him a look, but his expression was unreadable. “I may not know your history with Dr. Palmer, but I do know that you are a proud man.”

“I am, and you like that,” Stephen teased, trying to hide the small smile as he watched your reaction. You didn’t disappoint him of course as you were slowly and gradually getting flustered.

“I-Um...Oh, that’s just mean,” you shook your head before you slowly walked away from him.

It has been a well-known fact that you have some feelings for him at one point. It was also a known fact that it was a textbook definition of one-sided love. It was one thing to tease you occasionally, but it was another thing to simply play with your heart. You know Strange was cold, but you’ve never thought that he could be this cruel. “I know I shouldn’t say yes to this,” you mumbled to yourself. You could hear him calling out to you, but you didn’t care. Instead, you turned and headed straight out.

A familiar feminine voice called out your name, making you stop in your tracks. You could feel Stephen Strange not too far behind you. You took a deep breath before turning around and forcing a smile. It made your face hurt. It reminded you of why you have to resign from being Happy’s assistant in the first place. The acting wasn’t for you.

“Doctor Palmer! Congratulations!” you chirped as she made her way toward you. Stephen simply put his hand in his pocket as he watched on with a martini in another hand. You frowned slightly, wondering why he decided to linger there instead of sashay away from you.

“Thank you! I appreciate that. I’m so happy that you can make it–You and Stephen—”

“Oh, I’m just here for moral support,” you quickly cut her off before she could say anything that could potentially make your relationship with Stephen Strange any more awkward.

Doctor Palmer nodded, but a smile still remained on her face. “Yeah..um, I just want to say that I’m very happy that you and he are togeth–”

“Um, definitely not together,” you quickly cut in again. You couldn’t feel his gaze burned into your back. “Again, I’m here just for moral support, and nothing more.”

Doctor Palmer looked at you momentarily before she looked at Strange, clearly confused. “Right....Well, I hope you enjoy the party. I’ll see you two later,” she bid you goodbye before giving Stephen a nod.

The moment she was out of your earshot, you let out another sigh of relief, but you knew damn well that Stephen wasn’t happy with your answer at all. Your gaze turned to him, but he didn’t say anything.

“Don’t start,” you pinched the bridge of your nose and headed to the hallway. “I know I’m supposed to make you look good in front of your ex and all that, but I don’t think I can lie.” You were basically rambling at this point as Stephen Strange followed you not too far behind.

The sound of your high heels clicking against the marble floor echoed through the quiet hall as you hurried out.

“I didn’t ask you to lie for me,” came his voice not too far behind, but you didn’t stop. Instead, you continued to walk until you both reached the elevator.

“It kinda feels that way when you asked me to be your plus one though,…Look, whatever you are going through, I just can’t…It’s–” you stopped yourself. How would you tell him that you still have feelings for him? “It’s unfair to me.”

Stephen was standing only a few feet from you know. “I know, and I’m sorry.”

You expected a smartass comment from him, not this. You were speechless at his admission as the two of you stood there in the empty hallway. Your heart felt like it was about to burst the more you looked at him. “When Christine asked me if I was happy, I said yes…I told her that I found someone.”

You remained silent as he took a few steps forward until he was only a few inches away from you. The smell of his cologne filled your nostril, lulling you into a haze. “It took me some time to realize it, but I…”

You swallowed as he cradled your face in his hands. Heat flooded your face at the closeness between the two of you. His thumb pressed against your cheek, his gaze softened, melted into a pair of liquid sapphires. “I made up my mind.”

“About what?” You realized that your words came out no more than a breath as your hand covered his. Stephen was inching closer. Your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest at the pure anticipation alone. When his lips touched yours for the very first time, you felt like you were about to soar.

Your eyes flutter shut as you melt into him. He was holding you there, kissing you with a passion that you’ve never known he was capable of. His hand trailed to the nape. The rough pad of his fingers gently grazed across your skin, leaving trails of goosebumps behind. You gasped at that, and Stephen took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth.

Your heart pounded heavily against your chest as he deepened the kiss. His tongue tangled and clashed with yours. Twisting and rolling, leaving you both breathless and panting. He was kissing you with desperation–a need that was new to you. You moaned at the sweetness that lingered on his tongue, and every time he let out a low, rumbling groan, you felt your panty dampen slightly.

Stephen walked you backward until the back of your knees hit something soft. You quickly pulled away from the kiss, only to find the two of you standing right in your bedroom. “Did you just teleport us here?” It was a dumb question, but you felt the need for some air–or at least something that doesn’t involve Stephen Strange sticking his tongue down your throat.

“Yes,” he said firmly as he discarded his suit jacket and dropped it right onto the floor. He looked flushed, disheveled almost by the way strays of his neatly combed hair came undone. His fingers tugged at his tie impatiently, loosening it before he undid a few buttons at the top till he revealed his chiseled chest. The sight made your throat go dry.

Stephen’s mouth was on you again, this time he was less discreet than before. He kissed you with urgency and hunger that set your nerve ablaze. He gently laid you down on your soft mattress while his mouth was still on yours. His lips traveled southward, and your body surrendered to him without a thought. Your head tilted to the side, revealing the tender skin of your neck to him. His lips trailed down, tongue grazed slightly here and there as if he was tasting you. A throaty moan ripped between your lips as Strange suckled on your pulse point, and gently nipped at it before licking the same spot over. His free hand slowly lowered the straps of your dress to your waist. He stared at you momentarily as if to admire a piece of art–No, you were more than a piece of art to him. You were the sun, the moon, and the universe all wrapped up into one. You were the cosmic force that keep him grounded all this time.

Stephen said nothing before he lowered his head to kiss you once more. His name fell from your lips in no more than a breathless whisper as his beard tickled your skin, making you ache and throb for him. Stephen was lost in the moment as his lips were lingering in the space between the valley of your breasts.

You called out his name once again as your arms snaked around his head. Stephen Strange moaned deeply, sending a reverberation through you as if to assure you that he wasn’t going anywhere. He captured your taut peak in his mouth and began to suckle on it. He was sucking gently at first, then harder, gently nipping at the bud till you cried out, only to soothe you gently with his tongue.

He moved on top of you and pulled your dress all the way off your body. You laid there completely bare underneath him. Stephen’s hand moved to the juncture between your legs and let his fingers graze at your clothed slit. His nostrils flared as he let out a sharp exhale when he found that your panty was drenching.

Stephen gently rubbed you through your panty, eliciting a soft gasping noise out of you first before he ripped the flimsy fabric away from you. His mouth moved to your breast once more, tongue flickering over the sensitive bud, while his dexterous fingers gently pry you open. Your first instinct was to close your legs, but Stephen wasn’t having it. He pressed his knees wide, forcing you to open to him.

Your head fell back against the soft mattress when you felt that he was knuckle deep inside you as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you with ease. A shaky moan slipped out of your lips as he pulled his digits back and pushed them inside you again while his mouth was still occupied by your tit.

You begged him almost pathetically, your hand bunched at his hair when he pressed his thumb against your clit.

“Say my name again, baby,” he murmured. The low baritone voice made your pussy throb and clenched around his fingers. Only Stephen Strange had that sort of effect on you. He was watching you now, probing himself on his elbow while the other hand continued to pump in and out of your pussy with vigor.

A smile etched upon his lips as he felt your body tense up around him. Still, he continued with a relentless pace until an orgasm ripped right out of you, causing your body to strain and spasm. Your face scrunched up as you dug your heels into the mattress as the first wave of euphoria washed over you.

“That’s it, baby. Cum to me. Squeeze on my fingers like you want to squeeze on my cock.” Stephen growled as he pressed his forehead onto yours. Perspiration dampened it while you could only reply with a choking sob.

Stephen finally removed his fingers from your sopping wetness as he stared at you. His lips pressed against your forehead. He kissed you tenderly before he pulled back and began to unbuckle his pants.

You watched him with half hooded eyes as he got up from the bed and hastily removed his pants. You swallowed as you watched him stroking himself. The sight made your pussy throb once more as more slick was leaking out of you. Stephen licked his lips at that.

“I don’t have a condom,” he admitted sheepishly as he continued to stroke his erect cock. It was hard to concentrate on his words when your brain only wanted one thing.

“I’m on birth control…” you told him as you sat up and pulled him to you. Stephen settled between your thighs once more. His face strained, jaw clenched tightly as he rubbed the head of his cock along your slit. The action made your legs shake slightly as your eyes caught his. “It’s ok, Stephen.”

He growled at the invitation before he swiftly entered you, causing you to hissed sharply. A strangled moan left his lips as your tightness enveloped him. You could feel Strange tremble above you as he was trying to control himself from moving too erratically. Stephen pulled back then eased himself back in again till he was all the way in. His hips arched fluidly, driving himself in and out of you with fervor. You could feel his balls slapped against your ass every time he sheathed himself inside of you.

His hard body pressed against yours closely that you could feel every twitch of his muscles, coiling and bunching from the effort of his movements. Your arms wounded around his neck again as he rutted into you. His lips found your neck once more as he kissed and nipped at it.

You were getting close again as that familiar tightness at the pit of your stomach threatened to snap. It wasn’t long now until that delicious burst of euphoria ripped through you again. It didn’t take long till you cried out and clenched around him, milking him until he too reached his own release. Still, Stephen was still chasing his own, fucking you and using you to sate his own appetite.

Stephen came not too long after, spending himself right onto your stomach. His body went limp next to you, panting and exhausted from the deed.

The silence stretched out between the two of you. Where would you go from here? You and Stephen had yet to establish what this was? Was this a one-time deal? Were his words simply a lie or was everything simply a dream to you?

You felt him stirring beside you before his warmness left your body. Your first initial thought was that he was leaving, but that sort of negativity soon melted away when he came back with a damp towel pressed against your stomach. His movement was gentle, yet exact. Still, you could feel his trembling hand moving over your stomach.

Your eyes caught him again, and words failed you. You didn’t know what to say.

“I suppose you are wondering what we are now?”

You nodded. You wanted to laugh because you really didn’t expect to have this type of conversation at all with him when you were both naked.

“You’ve never told me who that someone is–the person that makes you happy.”

Stephen Strange was caught off guard for the first time in his life as he could only react with an “Oh.”

Your face warned once more as your heart drummed against your chest. A knowing smile quirked on his lips. “Well, It’s you, sweetheart. It has always been you.”

The word rolled off his tongue easily, making your stomach do a backflip. You couldn’t hide the smile anymore when he leaned and brushed his nose against your cheek, kissing you and whispering naughty things into your ears.

Perhaps, this wasn’t a dream after all.

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lokidokieokie · 5 months

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Change is Never Easy

Summary: The two of you called it quits a month or so ago...and then Y/n faints during a shift. Change is never easy.

Pairing: Surgeon!Strange x Fem!Nurse!Reader

Warning(s): ex-lovers, exes to lovers(?), fainting, unexpected pregnancy

The atmosphere at General-Metro had quickly become thick with tensions ever since the breakup. Dr Stephen Strange and Nurse Y/n L/n had officially called it quits a few weeks ago, and the lingering awkwardness between them was impossible to ignore.

Navigating the hallways was like tiptoeing through an emotional minefield.

Y/n, nursing her wounded heart, did her best to keep up appearances during her shifts. She tried to focus on her tasks and avoid any unnecessary encounters with Stephen.

The air of the hospital was constantly charged with unspoken words and unresolved emotions; and the slightest interaction left both of the medical professionals on edge.

On one fateful day, while Y/n was basking in her lunch-break, the build up of the emotional strain proved too much. In the break-room, surrounded by the hum of vending machines and the distant chatter of her coworkers, Y/n collapsed.

Panicked voices echoed through the room as her coworkers rushed to her aid.

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The current events of Stephen Strange's ex did not reach him until later on in the day, courtesy of one Christine Palmer, who had intercepted him in the bustling hallway.

"Stephen, have you gone to check on Ella? Something happened to her during her shift, and I haven't had to opportunity to see her yet," Christine whispered urgently, concern etched into her voice.

Stephen's brow furrowed in confusion. "What? No, I haven't. Is she alright?"

Christine briefly briefed him on the situation before she got paged to another emergency, prompting Stephen to abandon his current path and seek out Y/n.

When he found her, lying down in a quiet corner of the hospital, seemingly alright, the relief on his face was undeniable.

Slowly walking over to her, he brushed a stray hair out of her face. "What happened to you?" Concern prominent in his voice as he dragged a chair over.

With a flutter of her eyes and a shaky smile, Y/n greeted him. "Hey, Stephen. I don't really know what happened. I just felt incredibly dizzy, and then everything went black for a moment. I'm probably just dehydrated, I'm sure everything is fine."

Stephen raised his eyebrows, and his professional instincts kicked in. "People don't just faint for no reason, Y/n. I'm going to order a few tests to make sure."

Before calling in others, Stephen quickly did an examination, asking her about her symptoms and taking note of her vitals.

As Stephen focused on the exam, Y/n couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia. Their interactions were once filled with warmth and familiarity. Now, they were tainted by the awkwardness that hung in the air like a heavy cloud.

She was broken from her thoughts by Stephen's sigh of relief. "Physically, you seem find. I'm still getting other tests done to be thorough."

Y/n nodded, appreciating the concern emanating from her ex-lover. "Thanks, Stephen. I appreciate it."

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It was probably about fourty-five minutes later when Stephen was given Y/n's test results. His eyes scanned the report, his expression changing from professional concern to surprise. Y/n, being curious and anxious about what he had seen, couldn't help up speak up.

"Stephen, what is it? What's on the report? Am I okay?" she pressed, her eyes searching his chiseled face for answers.

Taking a moment to compose himself, Stephen finally spoke, his voice a mix of disbelief and realisation. "Y/n, you're...pregnant."

Time seemed to still as the revelation hung in the air. Y/n's eyes widened, mirroring Stephen's astonishment. The awkwardness of their recent breakup was momentarily forgotten as they processed this unexpected twist of fate.

"Pregnant?" Y/n repeated, the word feeling foreign on her lips. "But we were careful?"

Stephen's mind raced, still processing the news. "Well, it seems we have to blame the twisted mind of the universe for this."

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A/N So...I'm back from the dead 🙃 Sorry for another hiatus, Uni sucks, but I'm on break now :) Hopefully I can write more...but I'm me sooooo, please don't get your hopes up. BUT, there will be a part two of this that I have already pre-written so...

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syngrafaes09 · 1 year

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Pivot | Dr Strange x Y/N

In continuation of 'I can help with that'

Masterlist

W/N: Keeping up with the ideas sent by @lady-harvey and @thearcadeyel in the DM, things keep pivoting between...

Warnings: Absolutely 18+

I could melt, Stephen thought as he silently slid under the covers. He had long forgotten what it would be like to return home after work to find someone warm and beautiful waiting in bed for him.

Y/N mumbled and churned, feeling the dip. She had finally retreated to sleep after her roommate didn’t pick up her calls nor Stephen seemed to return soon. She sighed as gentle fingers caressed her fuzzy hair.

He felt a bit of disappointment when his arms pulled her closer to his chest. Fucking piece of cloth. But it soon followed a wave of guilt. He had left her without a word halfway through… It wasn’t entirely his fault, was it? Wong had held him up longer than it was required. He let out a breath, glancing outside the window. The sky was still filled with the black fog. It will clear out soon now that we have sent those creatures back to their dimension.

Y/N blinked several times trying to adjust to the light. She remained still, silently watching him stare somewhere, jaw clenched, lost in thoughts, feeling his fingers draw light patterns against the shirt. Even with the messy hair and few dull red cuts across his face he undeniably- She shot up abruptly as the realisation of the events of the past hours coursed through her.

“Sweetheart,” Stephen began, unsure of her thoughts and emotions, “I’m sorry about last night. There were things from other dimensions. I had to go…”

“It was alright. I mean, it was literal life and death, right?”

“Yeah, but—”

“Then I can wait. I’m not that important.”

Faint amusement darted through his weary eyes. “Thanks for the understanding.”

He toyed with the collar of the shirt she was wearing. His shirt, technically. “I thought I left you naked.”

“Naked and aroused,” she corrected.

He hummed and ran a thumb down her neck and in between the valley of her clothed breasts. Her nipples pebbled in anticipation.

“This is not appropriate,” he said, undoing the first button and sweet baby Jesus, she threatened to liquefy under his intense, scolding stare. “This has to come off. Did you try to leave?”

“I had wanted to,” she breathed as his thumbs circled her nipples for a moment.

He noticed the use of past tense and nodded. “Good,” he muttered, pinching her pebbled flesh between his fingers, “It will take some time to clear out the mist. Everyone had been instructed to stay indoors until then. ” It was then she noticed the dark gloomy night instead of the bright sunny morning.

Then he just grabbed handfuls of her aching breasts and crushed them between his palms.

She shoved him away. Then she put her hands on his shoulders, straddling him, her tits were right at his face, and he leaned forward, nuzzling between them. Stephen closed his eyes, mouth drifting towards her nipple. His lips parted over it and latched to it like a newborn’s.

She arched at the suction and he put his hands on her back so she couldn't get away. She groaned, so aroused by alternate waves of suction and his tongue swirling around it, she squirmed in his lap.

He held her down, shifting his attention to the other nipple.

His tongue languidly swirled in circles around the pigmented skin until the skin was drawn as tight as possible. Drawing in a cold breath through his mouth, he flicked his tongue against the bundle of nerves.

She whimpered and pressed herself further into him. He grinned, looking up at her, one hand travelling between them, rubbing circles on her lower abdomen. Eyes closed, her head tipped towards the ceiling, getting lost in the sensations. He returned to sucking her gently before tugging it in between his teeth.

As he felt her body tense up, he sucked harder, nibbling - driving her into madness.

“I n-need you in me.”

Stephen pulled back and set her loose. “Condoms’ in the bottom drawer,” he informed, leaning back on the headboard.

Y/N leaned down, opened the said drawer and sucked in a sharp breath glancing at the contents. She had never been much into toys. And he had quite the collection. She grabbed the least complicated appliances of all and a bottle of lube.

“I have never tried this before but… the idea… I would like to try this,” she said toying with the cuffs and the cockring.

Strange smiled at her, “Anything that makes you happy baby girl.” He kissed her one more time, tugging at the cuffs.

“What?” He asked, confused when Y/N didn’t hand them over.

“I wasn’t thinking about myself tied to your bed. I want to restrain you.”

He was swept away by utter bewilderment. No one had done that. To him. Ever. I have always been the giver. Never the taker, he thought. He has been so lost he didn’t realise she had already cuffed one of his wrists to the bedpost until Y/N tugged at his other one.

“Besides, I think it’s fair after what you did to me.”

“Fuck,” Stephen muttered under his breath, straining the restraints, “Thought I was already forgiven.”

“You are. This is a penance.”

“Fine, have me as you like,” he snorted.

She smiled, settling in between his legs and leaned in to kiss which he happily complied. He groaned into her mouth as she slid her hand down his chest and squeezed his growing erection through the sweatpants.

She pulled back only to let her lips roam around his neck, shoulder and chest. Working her way up, she blew a warm breath over his ears, kissing the shell while her fingers gently pinched and teased his nipples.

“Jesus,” Stephen moaned, “Woman where have you been all these years?”

Y/N smiled, resting her hands at his waist, teasing the waistband of his pants, “Learning the anatomy of pleasing you.”

Stephen chuckled, raising his hips for her to pull down the pants. He sighed in relief as his cock sprang free.

She bit her lip at his knowing smirk, lubed him and slid the ring to the base of his shaft. He was big. And thick, she thought, lowering herself on her stomach as she pumped him before turning on the vibrations.

He groaned, the muscles of his leg going all stiff as her tongue darted out and swirled around the head. She continued to lick, peppering kisses, along the length of him. He hissed, buckling his hips, as her mouth licked and sucked his balls.

Y/N smiled, stepping up the speed of vibrations.

“I might lose my patience and use- fuck.”

She took as much as possible of him in one swift go. Her eyes watched him throwing his head back and wincing upon hitting the headboard. I’ll never forget this one. She had been nervous - Would I be able to give him enough pleasure with so little experience? However as her mouth squeezed, caressing up and down, satisfaction burned on his handsome face.

Stephen sat there entrapped, watching her head bobbing, one hand stroking what length of him she couldn't fit in her mouth and the vibrating ring… He continued tugging now and then against the hard metal of the handcuffs even though the wrists burned in pain. He never thought he would like this so much. Oh, her nails, dug into his thigh.

“You're taking me so well, sweetheart-,”

He took a sharp breath, gasping as he felt her teeth gaze at him very gently. She looked up at him, all doe-eyed, flickering her tongue on the underside of his cock.

He wanted to break free, caress her hollowed cheeks, pull her hair to the back, and wantonly fuck that mouth. “Oh, my,” he grunted, feeling himself near the base of her throat. His hips thrusted of their own accord. “I’m so close.”

Y/N stopped immediately. “No,” he cried out at her. She gave him a slow, devilish grin. And sat up, scrambling away from him. It took a tremendous amount of effort when every bit of her ached for him.

“What are you doing?” he grumbled watching her climb out of the bed, relaxing into one of the armchairs beside the bed, across the fireplace.

“I’ll let you come only when you beg nicely.”

“I don’t beg,” Stephen snapped.

Y/N shrugged. She flaunted the control before turning down the strength of the vibrations.

Stephen strained his neck as he continued to glare at her. “You’ll be punished for this baby girl.”

She gulped looking at his darkened eyes. “I-is that so?” Don't be intimidated, she reminded herself.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then ran her hand down her stomach and in between her legs. She spread her knees and slowly began touching herself. She closed her eyes, knowing that he was watching her every movement, she imagined it was his fingers stroking the bundle of nerves. She smiled wider when she slipped her fingers into her slick slit.

How have I turned into such sex hungry woman?

“I could do better,” he voiced once she started to whimper. She wanted him to but she didn’t want to halt now. Not when she-

She shivered as the wave of heat washed over her.

When she opened her eyes, Stephen was staring at her hungrily, but strangely patient. “Since you are done with yourself, you might finish what you’d started,” he said with a pointed look. “Please,” he added.

Y/N sighed. Still, a little wobbly from the orgasm, she settled in between his legs. He relaxed back watching her slide off the cockring. She wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, squeezing him, while her tongue played around following each line, curve and crevice, as he was the most teasing appetiser imaginable.

Stephen let out a deep low moan, thrusting his hips upwards.

He cursed under his breath as her mouth sheathed him, working him up again.

“Y/N,” he grunted, thrusting his hips in a slow rhythm. Leaving his cock, her hand rubbed his thighs before cupping the balls.

“Don’t stop,” Stephen whimpered as she quickened the pace.

“You look so pretty like this. Guess you’d look better only when my cock goes rampant in that pussy.”

He had been silent most of the time except for the few noises he made, she almost choked at his filthy words. Looking up at him she couldn't think it possible, but those light grey eyes darkened even further when her fingers trailed below his scrotum, applying subtle pressure around the perineum. He jerked in her mouth when she found his sweet spot.

“Yeah,” he moaned, “S-so close.”

Amazed by her own boldness, she stroked him harder.

His insides were screaming guttural exhilaration. He was sure he would go crazy by the time they were going to finish. His hips jerked unsteadily, grinding against her mouth until everything stilled.

It was more and more. Tears welled at the corners of her eyes as she choked on the sheer volume of his semen. Her throat was already full and his ejaculation was nowhere near an end. Lots of it, as if he hadn’t come in months, years, maybe never.

“That was ethereal,” he breathed, “you tortured me so sweetly…”

Y/N smiled, wiping away the drips of cum lining her mouth. “I’m glad you liked it,” she sat up and kissed him. It was slow and gentle at first, their lips moving languidly. When he kissed her harder, she threaded her hands through his hair, pressing herself further against his hot, slick body.

He cast a simple spell after it was too much to bear. She grasped when hands clutched her waist, moving her around. He settled her amongst the pillows. “You have no idea what it took not to break free of those cuffs and fuck you as animals do.”

However before she could say anything he reached beneath, pinching her clit hard, until it hardly even felt like it was a special nub, but something else entirely. “Now, it's my turn to return the favour.” His looming figure left to reach out into the drawers. He snapped his fingers and a red cloth blinded her. “And torment you in the sweetest way possible.”

Stephen stroked her thighs, gradually sliding his hand up until he touched that heated core of her womanhood.

“Oh, doctor!”

“Do you like that, baby?”

She nodded wordlessly.

He put his head between her legs, nuzzling at first. His beard was a little rough on the insides of her thighs. He stroked her with skilful fingers. Then with his lips, and his tongue, he struck fire. A slow, fat lick brought his tongue to her aching button, and as soon as he touched tip to tip, white light exploded through her. His skilful tongue rubbed, nudged, and poked in a rhythm like a giant pulse. She cried out in astonishment, in appreciation at being touched in that right place.

Y/N’s legs twined about his head and shoulders desperately, she was beginning to buck her hips, beginning to come. She bit her lip to suppress a moan as her skin exploded into flames. Holy fuck, Stephen.

“Let me hear those noises, sweetheart,” he crooned against her sensitive flesh, making her wither under his subsequent licks.

She moaned gutturally, her hands grasping fistfuls of the sheet on either side of her hips as a shudder shook her head to toe.

Stephen smiled and gently began to pet her with his fingers. He glided one finger along the gaping cleft, then very slowly and gently penetrated her. Y/N whimpered. He touched her lightly at first, testing her with one finger, moving carefully. Then he stretched her with two fingers, curling them upward as his thumb began to rub tiny circles. He never took his eyes away from her, listening to her breathing speed as his curled fingers found her spot inside. He bowed his head in admiration, bringing his lips to the top of her inner thigh, teasing her before taking the flesh into his mouth and sucking with abandon, while continuing the movements of his hand. It was an extraordinary combination.

Y/N put her own hands on her breasts and her palms rotated the nipples.

He took her again in his mouth until she was weak and quivering, fondling her breasts until they were swollen with hot blood, the nipples stiff.

She tightened even more around his stroking finger and he increased the speed and depth of the thrusts. She reached the peak swiftly, spasms of her pleasure shuddering through her entire body, pelvis rising from the bed as if seeking something in the air.

He reached up his free hand to rub her quivering belly and fondle her breasts. She jerked and made a little sound, and he raised his head to look down at her. Heat bloomed over her cheeks as his thumb brushed over her nipple.

Yes,” she whispered, all her senses hyper-focused on the overwhelming touches.

Stephen kissed her, his mouth skimming over her taut abdomen.

“Harder,” she pleaded but he paid no heads.

He was kneading her breast gently, and when his mouth finally reached her nipple and closed over it, she moaned and clutched at his shoulders, her hip bucking against his fingers, her senses nearly drowned by the waves and waves of burning pleasure.

Along with those waves came those strange creatures: gratitude and hunger. Gratitude at being touched in the right place, in the way, at the right time. Hunger for something she was after, something she was trying to achieve, and there was always the danger that she’d miss it, wouldn’t find it, or get hold of it. She couldn’t get enough of him. It felt like a punishment.

A silent invisible wave squeezed and squeezed her hot throbbing sex. She felt her entire abdominal area cramp as it would during her period. It was like the sweet torment he had warned her about. Anytime now, she thought, I would burst like a sea fish held under the tap water.

The entire torrent, the pulsing flood of sensation, sent her over an unseen barrier, and she slid, throbbing, down, down, down into hot squeezing pulsing incognizance.

“Oh my God, Stephen,” she squealed as a spray of fluid came gushing out of her pussy and soaked the sheets beneath them.

“Had told you,” he whispered near her ear, “I could do better.”

After regaining some of her senses, she tugged free of the blindfold. As her eyes adjusted, she saw him emerging from the washroom, drying his hands in a towel.

“I’m so sorry,” Y/N said, tears blurring her vision.

Stephen immediately went to her on the bed and scooped her up into his strong arms. “What's the matter, baby?”

“The bed’s a mess,” she cried, burying her face in her hands, “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s just a little wet, it’s no big deal. Are you…are you embarrassed about squirting?”

He watched her face turn red with shame beneath her hands, and he gently pulled them away from her face, shaking his head at her.

“No, no. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I loved it. It’s so fucking hot. It meant I had given you the most pleasure.”

Once he was sure she was over the edge, he asked her to lie on her stomach and wait for him. He held an unfamiliar bottle, squeezing out a generous amount of lube into his palm, then bending over and rummaging through his toys.

She swallowed hard glancing at the beaded silicone toy, “I couldn't take that…”

“Have you ever tried?”

She shook her head.

“It won't be nasty,” he said, “trust me.”

“I want to but that thing is scary.”

He obliged, tossing it back from where it came and settled, parting her legs.

“Tell me when it gets uncomfortable,” he said, sliding his fingers between her legs. She nodded into the pillow, mumbling okay.

The fingers of his right hand trailed through her cleft, gathering up her arousal, and then continued its indecent path up, slipping between her cheeks. He swirled over the taboo spot, each circle smaller than the previous one until the tip of his index finger was there, pushing gently to gain entrance.

“How does it feel?”

“Weird.”

Her breath came out stuttered. He was naughty and corrupt. But he stopped the movements at once.

“There are a lot of nerve endings here.” His finger resumed its swirling, proving his point. “Trust me sweetheart I won’t be doing anything that could remotely hurt you. And I would stop whenever you want me to.”

“Okay,” she murmured.

A shudder rolled down her body as his finger probed the ring of muscles.

“Squeeze and relax,” he guided.

She did as instructed, making little ‘uhs’, as his finger slipped through the virgin muscles of her asshole.

Shame and euphoria battled in her mind as his finger slowly, gently thrusted in her. Her thoughts swirled wondering how she ended up here. She was supposed to be on the giving end. Giving him penance. Instead, he was in charge, finger fucking her ass.

With no warning, she climbed the cliff and jumped off as heat bloomed from deep within her.

Y/N felt tired and sore but she didn’t care. She couldn’t get enough of him. She wanted him inside her. She wanted the ache. She wanted to squeeze him in. She wanted to watch his face. She wanted him in ways she had never wanted anyone before. It was like something had been invented. By him in that very bed. Or something he had unleashed. It was something raw she couldn’t put her finger on.

Finally, when he returned to her side, she got on top of him like her original plan. Her palms rested on his chest, as her hips moved to press and rub her swollen lips against his groin.

She’d never done it before. And couldn’t really believe she was doing this. It felt like she was in charge.

He watched with a hooded gaze as she reached back, held him and tried to put him in.

“Condom,” he reminded her but she denied it.

“I’m clean of STDs if that’s what you are worried about,” she spoke, guiding him in. She was so hot and wet, he slipped in faster and deeper than she anticipated.

“The way you came over my fingers, I can guarantee that you have barely ever fucked anyone.”

She snorted and squeezed her muscles making him hiss.

“I don't want you to get preg-”

“I’m on birth control for medical reasons.” She squeezed him again, “Can you come? Just from this?”

Stephen smirked. “I might if you try harder and longer.”

She continued to clench around him, rotating her hips, and rocking softly until he went mad. He bucked, splitting her in two. His hand flew to her waist, holding her body, lifted her off and drove her down impaling on his cock.

One thrust was enough to have her addicted, he knew that well, so he let his hands rest under his head.

She repeated the action, again and again, ramming herself down on him. Her thighs burned with the exertion. Sweat dampened her forehead and hair as she rode him, her breasts bouncing between the force of gravity and the thrusts. However, she was getting fatigued.

She gave in when his strong, capable hands wrapped around her and pulled him closer towards him. Her head rested on his chest as his hands caressed her back. Then he slammed into her, so deeply, she thought it couldn’t be possible. Wordlessly he proved her mistaken as he did it again and likewise. It felt like he was making her from the inside out. He speared her, plunged inside her, crushing her into him.

She was close and could tell by the way the muscles in his chest tightened, he was close too. She saw his jaw bulging as he gritted his teeth, trying to keep from coming as long as he could. She wanted him to come. To lose control. Just like she had.

Closing her eyes, Y/N channelled the heat of her orgasm to squeeze him, and at just that moment, she felt his cock jump inside my body, seemingly growing even bigger than it had been, then half a second later blasting his hot semen inside her.

Somehow, after many minutes of silence, they smiled at each other and laughed.

“We should do it another time at least,” she said, finger doodling on his bicep.

“Studying or having sex?”

“Both,” Y/N replied, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

Stephen hummed in agreement, “We should do it regularly.”

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lilstephenlover · 1 year

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y/n: wanna fu*k?

stephen: why do you have to say it like that? it's supposed to be a magical moment.

y/n: hocus pocus lemme strokus

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geeky-politics-46 · 2 years

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Giirrrlll I just had the FILTHIEST brain rot and I'm about to throw it in your inbox so you can write it :p (jk no pressure if you dont want to, you can just squeal about it with me)

Dr Strange has a crush on you. He is laying in bed one night and, wondering if he has any chance with you, he decides to look into alternate futures. He doesnt... quite know how, but he ends up watching you two make love on your wedding night in an alternate universe. He knows it's wrong, but he can't bring himself to stop. Even as he feels his hips thrusting up against nothing; mimicking his alternate self's rutting into your pussy... God and he cant stop moaning as he wishes so desperately those sweet words falling from your lips were meant for HIM. Even if it was him in a sense. He has it so much worse for you then he thought.

So Close, Yet So Far

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Doctor Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Facing another night alone thinking about you, Stephen decides to snoop in alternate relationships with you, only to find one that makes him want you even more.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - male masturbation, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, pet names, language/swearing, creampie, porn with minimal plot

Holy god this ask did things to me. Whoever you are who suggested this, I love you. Also I know I use this gif a lot, but can you blame me?

He had been tossing and turning for hours. He couldn't tell if he had made the best decision of his life or the worst one ever by asking you to go to that party with him tonight. He couldn't stop thinking about you. He couldn't stop thinking about how you had looked in that dress. How you felt on his arm. The one dance he shared with you. The soft fabric of your dress and the curve of your hip under his fingertips. Of course he had to put his hand over the spot where the thin string of your panties sat. Even by his standards for insomnia and frustration this was absurd. He had been half hard since he first saw the peaks of your nipples through that silk.

He knew he had a crush on you, but it was getting ridiculous how much he wanted you. He had no idea if you liked him back that way. He had asked you to go with him tonight in the hopes that getting to pretend you were his for a night would satisfy his curiosity. It had only worked to make it ten times worse.

Now he was laying in his bed desperately trying to ignore the hard on he still had, and you were in your bed across the Sanctum with no idea. He wondered if you were awake and thinking about him too. Maybe you were thinking about what it would be like to be unbuttoning his shirt. To have him slide down the straps of your dress to let it pool around your waist, perky breasts exposed. Maybe you were thinking about what it would have been like to hike up your dress and crawl into his lap. To kiss him and grind your hips down against him.

Maybe you were wet and touching yourself thinking about him fucking you stupid. Your fingers sliding through your wet pussy lips. Gathering your arousal and stroking your clit pretending your fingers were his. Stretching your tight warm pussy thinking about his cock. Would you use two or three fingers to fuck yourself?

Oh why the hell did he just do that to himself?! Why did he let himself think about that? Now his cock was so hard it ached. Maybe if he knew you were meant to be just friends he could jerk off to you one last time then put the idea out of his mind. He knew what he was about to do would break pretty much every rule of the time stone and multiverse, but at this point there wasn't enough blood left in his brain to care.

So he let his brain start moving and sifting through different images. Different outcomes. Different universes. Some in which you were friends, some you didn't even know each other, and even a couple where you were enemies. Then one universe in particular caught his attention. He let the image encompass his consciousness. What he saw made his breath catch in his chest.

The two of you were in a large elegant room with an absurdly large fluffy bed. Rose petals were scattered on the floor and candles were lit all around the room. There was champagne and strawberries. It didn't take much to figure out exactly what was happening here. Especially with you in a gorgeous white gown and the matching rings the two of you wore as you slowly danced in the middle of the room. You were married. You were Mrs. Stephen Strange, and this was your wedding night.

He watched through his own eyes as you leaned in to kiss him. Your arms looping around his neck and your body pressing firmly against his. Your tongue danced across his lower lip and he eagerly opened his mouth to let you in. Deepening the kiss. He heard your soft sensual sigh as Stephen let his fingers trail up and down your spine. He could feel the blood rushing to his groin in that universe too.

He was hypnotized by the softness of your lips. He would only stay just another minute. Just to get this out of his system, then he would come back to his own body. He was vaguely aware that his hands had started rubbing at his cock over the blankets and sheets. Pretending it was your body pressing against him. The feeling of you there and not there at the same time.

You pulled your lips a couple inches away from his. He shuddered at the loss of contact in both universes. A smirk crossing your flushed kiss swollen lips at how worked up you had him. Of course you had no idea you had two of him worked up. You took his hands in yours & started leading him to the bed. Turning him so his back was to it before snaking your arms around his waist and kissing his neck and jawline.

"Seems like you're a little eager to get your new wife into bed Doctor Strange."

You voice was dripping with sex. You started removing his jacket and tie as you spoke. Moving to the top few buttons of his shirt after his top layers were gone. He couldn't help himself; he needed to tell you how much he wanted you. He's actually not sure which of him answered, or if they both did.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to get you into bed, Mrs. Strange. Get you out of this dress. God you get me so hard when you are all dressed up."

You pushed him down by his shoulders. Sitting him down on the edge of the bed and bringing yourself to stand between his legs. He let his hands move to your hips, just where he had held you earlier that night. He felt the same tiny string of your panties under his fingertips. The feeling making him moan loudly as he lay alone in his bed. A breathy "fuck" escaping his lips.

"Well why don't you finish getting undressed while I change into something a little more see through. I had to get a little surprise for my new husband on our wedding night."

All he could do was nod. He let you free from his arms and watched you sashay toward the large bathroom. He should stop. He should leave this universe. It would be wrong to watch this. It would be like he was using you. Even if this was really happening in an alternate universe, it wasn't his universe. In his universe he was alone palming his own leaking cock being a voyeur.

He was about to separate his mind and leave his other self to enjoy what he could only dream of. He was really just about to stop, but then you came out of the bathroom and any honorable thought was forgotten. He had never moved faster to get his clothes off.

You were wearing a short white flowy babydoll nightie, the bottom completely sheer. The cups on the baby doll were non-existent, with a satin bow tied across your chest hiding your nipples. The panties you wore underneath had matching bows tied at each side. You were literally a present waiting for him to unwrap. Somehow you managed to look both angelic and pornographic at the same time.

You walked over to him as he sat there naked, eyeing him up and down licking your lips as he couldn't help but start stroking himself. His actions in his reality mimicked those of his newlywed self. His long thick cock standing proud. He didn't think he had ever been this hard before. The feeling of his hand finally wrapping tightly around his shaft making his cock head start to leak more in relief.

Once you had walked back over to him and to the bed you let your hands run through his hair. In particular you ran your hands through the gray streaks at his temples. He smiled as he kept stroking himself. He knew even in his reality that you had a soft spot for his gray streaks. One of his favorite things to do was tease you by joking that he was going to dye them, you would always tell him you would kill him if he did. Feeling your fingers finally run through them made his entire body tingle.

You trailed your hands down his bare chest and pulled his hand free from his cock. Pulling it up to your mouth to lick off the pre-cum that had dripped onto his fingers. Moaning at his taste on your tongue. His own cock dripping even more over his fist at the thought of your lips covered in him. You placed his hand at the center of your ribcage, just underneath the tails of the satin bow concealing your plush breasts. He let his index finger tease at the underside of one breast, the exposed flesh warm under his touch.

"What do you want to unwrap first Stephen? Top or bottom?"

Instead of untying anything he pulled you forward to lay you on the bed and rolled so you were underneath him. His eyes boring into your form, trying to memorize every mark and curve. Pressing his hand into your pubic mound and dragging it all the way up your body to your throat. Bringing his lips down to devour yours. His kiss frenzied with passion making you moan against his lips.

"So sexy sweetheart, I should warn you I'm not feeling very patient tonight. I want you so badly."

Your back started to arch when he started kissing and nipping down your neck. Stopping to suck a dark bruise on your clavicle. A deep rumble in his chest as he felt your soft small hand wrap around his cock. His hips starting to rut into your fist.

"Baby I'm not gonna last long right now. I need to be inside you. Need to fuck my little wife."

You smiled up at him sweetly, your eyes full of love for him. Just that look eliciting a needy groan from him back in his reality. He rolled over in his empty bed and positioned a couple pillows so he could pretend you were really laying underneath him. Whispering into one of them how bad he needed to be inside you. Completely gone in the visions of his alternate self starting to untie your lingerie. His hips fighting the urge to thrust against the pillows. He wanted to hold himself back until he was fucking you in the other reality. He wanted to pretend any friction he got was your sweet pussy.

He watched as his scarred fingers untied the bow over your breasts. Your nipples were perfect and already peaked for him. His fingers toying with one as he licked at the other. Sucking on it and swirling his tongue on it before repeating his actions with your other nipple. He knew your breasts would be perfect. He had spent a good chunk of the evening thinking about doing this exact thing. He lightly bit one of them making you groan out his name and he had to fight the urge to cum right there.

He moved on to your panties before long, he was just too excited to actually have his hands on you. Well, he didn't have his hands on you exactly, but one of him did.

Pulling slowly at the bow on one hip, letting the satin slip against itself in an easy effortless way. Making sure not to disturb the position your panties were in before moving to the other side and repeating the same quick motion. The fabric now lay just draped across your sex. Even the slightest movement would leave you bare and exposed to him.

Before he moved the fabric he took a single finger and stroked your slit over your panties. Feeling your arousal for him. Smiling in satisfaction at the dampness he felt there.

"You feel awfully wet, Mrs. Strange. Is this all for your new husband? Is this all for me?"

"All for you Stephen. My incredibly sexy husband who I want to fuck me all night long."

You cradled his face in your hand. Bringing his lips down to yours for a passionate kiss before he pulled away to watch as he pulled the fabric of your untied panties away. He swore your body was more perfect with every inch he saw. There was so much he wanted to do to you, but he knew he was running on borrowed time before he would be forced out of this reality and back to his own.

He got up on his knees and positioned himself between your legs. Staring down at your most intimate parts being offered up to him. He let himself stroke your glistening pussy long enough to gather enough of your wetness to slick himself up. Lowering himself to his forearms to slide his hard shaft through your wet lips. Both of you groaning in pleasure at the feel of each other.

Back in his bed he let his own hips start thrusting forward just enough to tease himself. His eyes squeezed shut as he pictured you below him. Picturing your eyes begging him to slide inside you. As he angled his cock to actually slip inside your dripping heat a confession of love spilling from his lips in both universes. His hips pressing forward to push him past your entrance to stretch and fill you perfectly.

You felt like heaven wrapped around his cock. He felt both rapture and torture as his real self fucked into the pillow below him that he so wished was you. He could just almost feel you. Your cunt trying to hold him inside you as his hips undulated pushing him in and out of you. He knew he looked truly desperate. Moaning, swearing, & sweating laying in his empty bed humping a pillow. In his mind though, he was in a universe where he was buried inside you. Making love to his new wife. Pulling the most incredible moans and sounds from you.

Every time his name slipped past your lips he fucked you just a little bit harder. Trying desperately to imprint the feeling of you in his mind. He couldn't help from crying out your name. He knew he should try to be quieter, that you might hear & know exactly what he was doing. He didn't care though. He needed to cum, & he needed to make you cum. He felt like his life, his sanity, depended on making you cum on his cock.

He started grinding his hips more than thrusting them. Trying to get as much friction against your clit as he could. You pulled your legs up to wrap around his waist letting him get even deeper inside you. His forehead was pressed to yours as he swallowed your whimpers with his kissses. Starting to move faster and faster as your voice got higher.

His face was smashed into one pillow. Clinging to it tight against his chest with one arm. His other hand was gripping his cock tight as hips frantically slammed into another pillow. The pre-cum dribbling from his tip soaking both the pillow and his hand. The slap of his balls against his hand creating a wet sound he pretended was coming from your pussy.

"Oh god Stephen, yes! I'm so close, baby. Don't stop fucking me, don't stop."

He loved hearing you say his name like this. He loved hearing you saying all of these things. He wanted to lavish you in filthy praise. Your cunt was starting to spasm around him and he could tell just how close to cumming you were. You felt so good and he was about ready to beg you to cum.

"Cum for me sweetheart. Cum on my cock. Fucking soak me baby."

You threw your head back and wailed his name. He could tell your toes were curling by the way all the muscles of your lower body contracted. Your cunt was squeezing his aching cock so tight he was amazed he could even move. The only thing letting him keep thrusting in and out was the arousal that drenched you both.

The headboard of his bed was now banging against the wall from the force of his hips. He was trying to squeeze his hand around his cock in time with the way your pussy was fluttering. Even though he knew it felt nowhere near as good as you would, it felt good enough that only a couple more thrusts had him emptying himself onto the sheets. Rope after rope of warm thick cum drenching the pillow and the sheets below him. He came more than he ever had in his life. Immediately jealous of himself. Of the version of himself that got to cum in your perfect pussy.

His orgasm disrupted his thinking and concentration enough to pull him free of the alternate universe. His entire consciousness slammed back into his body. The cold of the room hitting his sweaty skin and the emptiness of the bed around him only making him colder. He rolled off and away from the soiled pillow covered in a puddle of his cum, but he pulled the pillow that he held in his arms with him. He kept holding that pillow close, thinking about how it would feel to hold you in post-coital bliss. How it would be to fall asleep with you and wake up next to you.

Then he realized he had to pretend that he had never seen what he did. How was he going to face you now? Now that he had seen you, heard you, & felt you all around him. Moaning for him. He wouldn't be able to look at you without thinking about you asking him to fuck you. Without seeing you wearing his ring.

He wanted you so much more now. Now that he had a taste of what being with you was like he knew he wouldn't be able to live without getting more. He had to tell you he liked you. He could only hope that his version of you would return his feelings.

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imaginesforfandom · 5 months

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The Bed Argument - Part III

Part I Part II

Stephen Strange x Reader

They/Them pronouns used

Summary : Stephen and Y/N return to the Sanctum Sanctorum in New York after their mission in Ireland. The awkwardness between them has transformed into a newfound understanding, and a deeper connection is forged through shared vulnerabilities and complementary strengths. The rooftop of the Sanctum becomes a sanctuary for shared moments, and Stephen and Y/N find themselves acknowledging the evolving nature of their relationship. As they watch the city below, hand in hand, they recognize the magic in the unexpected, embracing change and the unspoken promises that come with it.

The Bed Argument - Part III

Days passed since that transformative night in Ireland. Stephen Strange and Y/N found themselves navigating a new dynamic, one that went beyond the arguments and tension that had defined their relationship. The mission that brought them to Ireland was long over, but the connection forged during those restless nights lingered.

As they returned to the Sanctum Sanctorum in New York, a sense of change hung in the air. The awkwardness between them had dissipated, replaced by a newfound understanding. They no longer verbally sparred at every turn, and a comfortable companionship took root.

One evening, after a particularly challenging day of mystical disturbances, they found themselves on the rooftop of the Sanctum, looking out over the city. The skyline glittered with city lights, a serene contrast to the chaos they often faced.

Stephen, normally guarded and composed, spoke first. "I never expected things to evolve like this between us."

Y/N chuckled softly. "Me neither. But I have to admit, it's a pleasant surprise."

They sat in companionable silence, enjoying the rare moment of peace. The connection between them had grown beyond the magical world they navigated; it was a connection forged through vulnerability, shared experiences, and the realization that they complemented each other in unexpected ways.

As the night deepened, Stephen turned to Y/N, a contemplative expression on his face. "I never thought I'd find someone who could understand the weight of the responsibilities I carry."

Y/N met his gaze, a genuine warmth in their eyes. "And I never thought I'd find someone who could challenge me and make me see things from a different perspective."

A subtle shift occurred between them. Unspoken feelings lingered beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to surface. Stephen reached for Y/N's hand, intertwining their fingers as a silent acknowledgment of the connection they had built.

The rooftop became a space of shared moments, a sanctuary where they could be themselves without the constraints of their roles. Stephen and Y/N discovered that their strengths and weaknesses complemented each other, creating a balance that went beyond the mystical battles they fought.

As the night wore on, Stephen leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Y/N's forehead. It was a gesture filled with unspoken promises and a recognition of the evolving nature of their relationship.

"We make an unlikely pair," Stephen admitted with a small smile.

Y/N grinned in response. "Perhaps, but sometimes the most unexpected combinations turn out to be the most magical."

They sat there, hand in hand, watching the city below as the stars painted the night sky. The journey that began in Ireland had led them to a place where they embraced change, welcomed the unexpected, and discovered that love, like magic, had its own unpredictable ways of weaving its spell.

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chaosvillainy · 1 year

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Strange: Y/N, what do you want for christmas?

Y/N: Uhm, a dragon.

Strange: That's a bit far fetched, think of something else.

Y/N: Ah, then Scarlet Witch.

Strange: .......What color do you want your fucking dragon to be?

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vickiee-mcmuffin · 7 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.

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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strrvnge · 2 years

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Teacher’s Pet

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDN, porn with(out) plot, oral (f receiving), power imbalance, slight daddy and doctor kink (I don't know if it even exists), Also I wrote this instead of sleeping so forgive any mistakes, tell me if I miss any

Summery: Stephen Strange is your tutor and you’re his student, only that today there will be a different kind of lesson

‘’I can’t do this’’, you said with a huff and let your hands fall on the sides. Stephen had been trying to teach you a new spell for almost an hour and for almost an hour you had been failing to do the movements right.

‘’Of course you can’’, he reassured you and got back into position to start again. "Lets-"

‘’No Stephen. That’s it I can’t, I can’t do it’’ You've always had trouble concentrating no matter how thrilling or mind-blowing the new spell was however you were dedicated and passionate about it so you always did it right after a few tries. Also you didn't want to disappoint Stephen.

You had always been interested in the notion of magic as a child, I mean who wasn't. But after some unfortunate events caused by some Avengers' mission that turned your life around you found out that magic wasn't that much of a children's story, it was real and there was a place where you could be taught. So you went for it.

Entranced and curious you always had a thirst to learn more. You were at the top of your class, with knowledge beyond it so when Stephen became the Sorcerer Supreme and took notice of your performance he decided to quench that thirst of yours. You knew it was a chance of a lifetime and soon you had moved into the Sanctum and you had a tutor. What you didn't expect was to develop feelings for that tutor so strong that you couldn't focus on your studies anymore.

"Come on Y/N! Stop whining and let's try again" You really tried to convince yourself it was a stupid school crush. He was older, illegally handsome, intelligent and you spent almost everyday together but then you noticed you couldn't stop thinking about him.

"No I- What are-" You looked at him as he walked behind you.

"Just let me show you. Is that alright?", he cut you off and your eyes widened

"Sure" you looked away staring at the wall so he wouldn't see the scarlet colour across your cheeks. You stood firmly on your foot terrified of the slightest step back as there was a high chance you would fall to his chest. You weren't sure how far behind you he was but you could smell his strong perfume, tingling your sensations.

"Don't forget how to breathe", he chuckled and you realised you've been holding your breath for too long.

"Good point", you whispered. Still from behind you he brought his hands in front of you and slowly, making with his hands the movements that you so much hated. "Just watch my hands"

You hummed in agreement as you observed his hands closely, the lines starting from his fingertips and then going down till all of them meet. You had noticed before-those long, skillful fingers could never go unnoticed- making you wonder what else they could go.

Yes you were desperate. Almost two years without sex of course you would think like that about fingers.

"You're paying attention aren't you?", he chuckled, snapping you out of your thoughts. Like a kid being caught with their hand in the cookie jar you gave him a guilty look and smile, realizing you had been staring at his fingers rather than the movement they made.

"Of course I am", you laughed awkwardly and abruptly turned around to look at him,losing lightly your balance you took a step back and hit his chest.

"Caught you" He had a firm hand on your side before lightly squeezing your waist to keep both of you still.

"Thanks", you said embarrassed

"Sure, just be more careful. Now let's continue" You nodded obediently and went to step away and take your previous position, however his firm hold held you in place, making your bodies press against each other. "

Pressing himself harder against you to come closer, his face rubbing your hair as he spoke to you, reminding the movements your hands were supposed to do.

"Like that?" You asked, finding it impossible focusing on the lesson rather than how his hold went further down your waist or how good he smelled.

"No Y/N it is nothing like that" Once more your hands fell on your side and you huffed and disappointed. "Weren't you paying attention when I showed you- Come on don't give me that look"

"What look?" You turned and looked at him confused, before realizing how close you were standing.

"The crying puppy look" Placing a stand of hair behind your ear, his fingers, your eyelashes fluttered as he stroked lightly the side of your face before he quickly pulled back. "Let's try again, hm?" He coughed.

Placing first his hand on your waist your voice hitched as he pressed his body against yours and gripped your wrists.

"You should do it now" He softly and you took a deep breath. He felt muscular against you and firm yet his touch on your wrists was so careful and gently, as if he was scared he'd break you.

Deciding to get over with it you started performing the movements he previously showed you, pushing aside any inappropriate thoughts.

"There you go" your jaw dropped slightly at the sudden sensation of something hard pressing against you. A soft whine escaped your lips as you realised what exactly that was; Stephen hard member pushing against your ass.

"You're doing so wonderful" he pressed you harder against his body, now his tip teasing your ass.

"Oh, Stephen-" your head dropped on his shoulder and with half open eyes you looked at him.

"You're the sweetest thing I've ever seen", he mumbled against your neck, as he traced kisses down your cleavage. "Tell me you want this too"

"Please more than anything" his cock twitched and he possessively his grip on your waist got tighter before starting kissing the side of your face.

"Do you have any idea how difficult it was for me to keep my hands off you? Or should I mention how hard I get every morning? You have to use my shower because yours isn't supposed to work. You're such a dirty liar"

"It really doesn't work", your chuckle soon got lost under some heavy panting as he started sucking your jaw.

"Is that why you leave your panties in my bathroom? You know I have three pairs of thongs and fun fact they aren't mine" He couldn't count how many times he finished just by holding your panties. He was fascinated by them, their vibrant colours, the lace, the little bows on them.

"You're filthy" You joked and his teeth sunk down onto the sweet spot of your neck.

"Maybe" a small smirk curved on his lips, before his hand moved from your stomach down to your clothed core and then palmed it. "But I'm not the one who's wearing the shortest dresses when we're having lessons. Now that's really filthy"

"Jesus Doctor" Pushing past your panties he entered a finger in your core making you shiver under his touch. Your walls squeezed his finger, trapping it inside you. Moving away from your neck he quickly took his finger out of your pussy, making you gasp. Putting it in his mouth he sucked the sweetness off his finger.

"You sweet sweet thing" He hummed, still tasting you on his lips.

"Please need you"

"Go sit on the desk, sweetheart" He ordered, suddenly letting you go.

Hesitantly you walked to his desk before looking at him, any previous confidence now all gone leaving behind a shy little girl.

"Sit on the desk baby and spread those legs for me" He watched you walk across the rolm and then squeezing your legs together as you sat on the cold surface. Stephen approached you before sinking down on his knees, his hot breath heating your core. "Come on, show me what's between those beautiful legs?"

Pushing your legs over his shoulder and your skirt over your hips, he lustfully gazed over your mound before kissing your inner thigh. You jumped back the tick hair of his goatee tickling your soft skin.

He had been waiting for months for this moment, sitting face to face with your warm aching to be touched pussy, ready for him to suck its juices. He wanted to take you apart slowly, sensually tracing your body with his fingers and tongue, before taking you against that very desk and fuck you dump till you can't think of anything but his cock. But he couldn't. Not when he spent months longing to taste your sweet cunt, suck those pretty folds of yours dry.

He pulled you by the hips closer to his mouth, before kissing from your ankle up your inner thigh and then biting it. Shocked, you gawked at him who proudly looked down at the mark he had left.

"Let's take those awful panties off" Supporting yourself on the desk you hoisted your hips and watched as his hand got lost under your skirt and then pulled down a little pink thong. "You really wanted me to see this hm? I'm keeping those" With a dirty smirk on his face he stuffed it in his pocket, adding it to his collection.

"Now let's pay attention to this needy pussy" He doesn't waste time licking a flat strip up your pussy before latching into your clit, making you gasp loudly."Such a sweet cunt. All wet for me" his voice muffled in your tight walls.

"Please" you moaned, spreading your legs further for him to go deeper and help with the ingrowing heat. "Fuck, please Sir"

He groaned at the name, one of his hands leaving your hips to palm his hard bulge through his pants. "It's Doctor"

His tongue flicked against the bundle of nerves before sucking on your leaking juices, your eyelashes fluttered at the feeling.

You couldn't believe what was happening. Just a mess in a pretty dress with your so much older tutor between your thighs, eating you out like a starved man and you were letting him.

You were so dirty. Squirting on his face so desperately for him to pleasure you."Thats it make a fucking mess baby. Let daddy clean you all up afterward too"

Pulling his hair he shoved him closer to your pussy, his nose nuzzling on your clit in the process.

The combination of sweet burning feeling his tongue and lips left behind and the harsh rubbing of his goatee had you on edge.

His tongue flicked against your clit, his warm breath fanning over your wetness you’re so out of it, you can barely stay still. Your legs started trembling, your hips moving up and down, grinding down his face needy for release. "Fuck"

"My stupid, sweet girl. So fucking desperate for me. Are you gonna cum for me? Show me how well you can follow orders?”He already knew the answer to that, he could tell from your unsteady breaths and unfocused eyes. If he knew Wong wouldn't return back in a few minutes, he’d take you to his bedroom and try to see how well you'd take his cock now that he had stretched you all nice and open.

You looked at him with a pout as he beckoned for you to cum and massaged your little nub. He kept an eye on you, watching as you mumbled so shamelessly his name as you came undone, grinding on his face. "Yes, yes, yes"

He slurped all of your juices, your grip on his hair becoming more loose while you rode the last waves of your orgasm. Suddenly keys were heard and the large door of the Sanctum opened.

"Shit Wong's back", you cursed and Stephen raised his face for your pussy His beard glistening.

"You're the fucking pretty" He said still between your thighs but you wasn't sure if he was talking to you or himself.

"Come on" You stood up and fixed your dress before bringing a hand to his beard and whipped the evidence. He watched mesmerized as you licked your palm and then walked away with a smirk.

"Looking forward to our next lesson, Doc"

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iamsherlocked1479 · 2 months

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Coffee

Doctor Strange x fem reader

DeScription: A morning where only you get to finish before Stephen heads off to work? well thats just unfair.

Warnings: semi/kind off in public, risk of being caught, oral male and female recieving, masturbation.

Word Count: 3K

Mornings in the sanctum where probably your favourite part of the day, you loved waking up with the city, the sound of cars and passerbys drifting into your window along with the sunlight where it would illuminate the man laying next to you, you would yawn and rest your head on his chest and fall back to sleep until his alarm woke you up.

Stephen woke up first, as usual, he looked down, and like always there you were, sleeping soundly with your arm draped over his chest. But a recent development was the ring on your finger, after five long years he’d finally realised you were putting up with him for life, he had planned it for years and after wong eagerly agreed to watch the sanctum while he took you away for the weekend he finally knelt on one knee and asked you. It always made him laugh when he thought of that night, how you had said yes before he could even complete the sentence, how you spent the rest of the evening admiring the ring and what he enjoyed reminiscing on the most was how he fucked you that night. Slowly and delicately drawing out each orgasm repeatedly kissing you every time you tried to return the favour to him allowing him to make you cry out his name more and more, that sent a twitch to his cock every time he thought about it.

“Stephen?” You finally stirred muttering his name as you came around

“Good morning” he said with a smile, kissing your forehead.

“What time is it?” you asked sitting up with him

“It’s 7am.” he replied, materialising coffee out of nowhere. Before he met you Stephen wouldn't need to get up until around 8am as it didn't take him long to get ready, but now he had you, well that left his options more open in the mornings.

“I bought you a coffee machine for no reason.” you rolled your eyes and sipping the coffee without acknowledging how good it was

“It's in my office.” he replied with a dumb smile

“You're expecting me to believe that when you’re not irritating wong, you'd walk the three steps from your desk to the machine?” you rolled your eyes with a laugh

“I don’t irritate Wong, people love my company?” he said seriously and you just stared at him “you do.” he added

“That's different.” you argued back

“Are you just using me for my body?! How could you?” he jokingly gasps

“If I remember correctly you came onto me.” your replied

“I have, many times.” he added with that same stupid dumb smirk

“Shut up.” you put your mug down and straddle him

“That's my phrase.” he replied flipping you both so that he caged you under him as he planted kisses on your neck

“Stephen,” you laugh, “you have to get ready for work, and so do i.” you say making no effort to stop him

“I am” he says as his kisses move down to your nipple and sucking on it while his hand works on the other.

“You know” you interrupt yourself with a moan “I have to get up too” you say snaking your hand through his hair encouraging him

“Then I'll make this quick.” he said, trailing kisses lower and removing your panties with a click of his fingers. He smiled as you whimpered when he ran two fingers through your wet folds gathering the slick around your clit. He drew circles around it and held your thighs apart as he placed his head between them and swapped out his fingers for his tongue. He licked small stripe from your entrance to your clit before switch to just fucking you with his tongue moaning with you, the vibrations of his deep voice only adding to the pleasure

“Steph- fuck, yes, fuck.” you cried out, your hands lifting over your head and clamping around your pillows as you tried to contain yourself. The room now switched from the soft morning noise to the sound of him sucking and you moaning, thankgod you two were the only ones in the sanctum.

You felt an all too familiar sensation building in the pit of your stomach as waves of it began to make its way down to you twitching clit, which Stephens nose was now histting as he thrusted his tongue into your dripping hole. Your eyes widened as even with his tongue he was able to draw out pornographic sounds from you. He switched again, circling your clit with his tongue and repeatedly sliding his middle and ring finger in and out of you curling at just the right spot to drag along your walls. His skill sent shivers down your spine right through your nervous system right back to your clit which began to pulse.

“Fuck you gonna come for me sweatheart?” he said taking a moment to look at the way you grabbed at anything to keep yourself fixated on his touch before diving right back in flicking his tongue against your clit.

“Oh- oh fuck Stephen” his arms held your thighs apart as they clamped with your orgasm, it was long coming in waves each time he licked a stipe on you aching pussy.

“Now that's the breakfast I’m happy to wake up for” He grinned and kissed your clit one more time as he watched you come down from your high. You were speechless head in between the two pillows, your chest rising and falling with every deep breath you took.

“Fuck” you breathed out sitting up on your elbows watching as he got up from his bed casually licking his fingers like they where covered in honey. You crawled towards the edge of the bed and tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Sorry sweetheart, you’ll have to wait, i gotta get to Kamar Taj,” he said as he walked in the bathroom to take a shower.

You sat there defeated on the bed, you really loved him, most men would’ve jumped straight at the offer to sort out their hard on, but he really was just in it for pleasing you, and it fucking sucked, he didn’t understand he that you got off on him getting off on you.

You pouted as he came out the shower dressed in his robes with his cape sitting comfortably on his shoulders.

“Aww don’t miss my cock too much, you’ll get it when I'm home.” he lifted your chin with his finger and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. Before opening a portal and disappearing.

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Once he reached the sanctum Stephen let out a large sigh, his hard on just wouldn’t go away but he took his work very seriously, so now as he sat at his desk concentrating way to hard on a book about some relic he didn’t care about his eyes flickered to that dam coffee machine you bought him and instantly thought of you.

And just a simple thought was enough, an uncomfortable twitch brought his cock to life and he couldn’t help but palm himself through his robes. He couldn’t help flicking his finger ensuring his door was locked before prying out his cock blushing as precum dripped eagerly from his tip over a mere thought of having you in his hands, just like he was some dumb horny teen. He closed his eyes with a sigh as he finally began to relieve himself, stroking slowly as he thought of how you had tasted this morning, or how the night before you had ridden him so well. He thought of palming your tits and nibbling on your nipples before laying you down and fucking every last orgasm out of you. His hand began stroking up his length even quicker as he thought of how you’d beg nim to go deeper muffling your moans with his pillow on the off chance that wong was in the sanctum. And right as he imagined you coming he came into his hand, grunting as he watch the white liquid seep between the gaps of his fingers. He cleaned the mess up with a snap of his fingers and continued his day as normal, like he hadn't just jerked himself off at the mere glance of a coffee machine, the mind is always a strange thing.

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It was lunch time when you had finished your chores, you had taken time off from work to relax but found yourself bored within the first two hours of every day, you could try to clean the sanctum but with all these ancient relics and herbs it was probably best to avoid that. You thought about visiting Stephen but in reality you had no way to get to him, he’s yet to teach you how to open a portal. So you wandered the halls, trying to read the books in the library before eventually settling into stephens arm chair to endlessly scroll tik tok getting dragged into the recent curiosity of a new hero the internet had dubbed “Night Light” not the best of names but you never really where one for naming heroes.

After an hour or so you couldn’t help but think about how Stephen had left this morning, wondering if he had managed to hide his very obvious hard-on he left with. Your core clenched at the very thought of him in that way, your thoughts were interrupted by Wong who opened a portal into the library.

“Hey wong.” you smiled “searching for a book?”

“Yes, on astral projection, I don’t suppose you’ve seen it?” he said, climbing onto a step ladder.

“Uh, no.” You looked at the golden portal which remained open and you could see the familiar halls of kamar-taj, you could feel a pool of wetness forming in your panties at the thought that Stephen was there, p[ossibly still with that hard on. “Whats stephen doing?” you ask nonchalantly

“In his office I believe.” Wong replied, you quirked your eyebrow and tentatively stepped through the open portal leading to the courtyard of Kamartaj where you followed the only route you knew to Stephen's office.

Stephen was reading when you knocked on his door, he jumped slightly as if whoever knocked on his door knew what he had done, he began thinking of excuses like some caught teenager until he sighed in relief when you opened the door.

“What are you doing here?” he said with a smile, as you closed the door behind you, locking it and wandered to the front of his desk

“Well I was bored.” you sighed as he came round to hug you

“You? Bored?” he smiled wrapping his arms around your waist

“Yeah, I'm regretting taking so long off work.”

“A week is too much?” he laughed

“Well you were supposed to be off too.” you added with a kiss gto his cheek

“Ouch” he laughed, “so what do you think I could possibly offer you here?”

“Hmmm” you played with the clasp holding his cloak onto his shoulders while you playfully looked around the room. “Well, if I remember the events of this morning correctly, I owe you something.” You say giving him puppy dog eyes.

“I told you it was fine.” He chuckled tucking a strand of hair behind your ear

“But not for me” you lean in and press kisses against his neck.

“Honey, not in my office.” He groaned as your lips glided to his pulse point.

��Why not?” You smiled and unclipped his cloak which swiftly flew out the window.

“What if someone were to walk in?” He chuckled

“I locked the door.” You started dropping to your knees and tieing up your hair, before moving your hands to his belt.

“Sweetheart-“ he cut himself off with a soft moan as you palmed his half hard cock through his trousers.

“I’ve been thinking about your cock all morning.” You bit your lip as you pulled down his underwear and trousers exposing him. You jerked him a few times before licking his tip and tasting the salty precum dripping from him.

“Fuck.” He moaned as his gently placed his hand on the back of your hand while resting the other on his desk. He watched as you sunk your head down, swallowing his length slowly, before swiftly pulling up and releasing him with a pop. You kept eye contact as you did this again and again picking up you pace each time until his fingers laced through your hair and messing it up while he tried his best not to fuck your mouth. He groaned loudly, his head falling backwards as you removed him from your mouth and jerked him as you sucked on his balls. “Always know how to treat me sweetheart” he sighed.

You hummed in agreement as you puth the head of his cock into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it, drinking up every ounce of precum, he moaned and pulled your head away and lifted your chin.

“Let me fuck that pussy.” He said lifting you up and swiping the books off his desk, sending them tumbling to the floor. His mouth crashed with yours as his hand slipped up your thigh and pushed your panties to the side where he sunk his fingers into the warm mess waiting for me.

“Fuck, you’re soaked, i want another taste before i ruin it.” He whispered and dropped to his knees and parted his legs “we won't be needing these now will we?” He said tossing your panties somewhere across the room.

He knelt between your legs and dipped his head under your skirt, you felt his tongue flick up your folds and circle your clit before he latched onto it and began to suckle. His hands gripped your thighs firmly allowing him to keep them apart while he feasted on you.

“Shit steph-“ you winced in overstimulation as he added three fingers to the mix, curling them as he pushed them further. He groaned and grumbled every time your body twitched and hips jerked. He wasn’t stopping until you came, no matter how much we wanted to fuck you. You dug your nails into the oak of his desk looking up to the ceiling as you begin to see stars before being lifted into another dimension drenching his office floor.

“Easy sweetheart, can’t have you dripping through the floors can we?” He chuckled, drinking up the remaining juices from your cunt before standing up to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his tongue as you pushed your hips forward allowing him to run his tip through your slit, he stopped at your hole and eased himself in, groaning as he finally found the sensation he’d been craving all morning.

He pushed into you slowly and steadily, you buried your head in the crook of his neck moaning at the unbearably slow pace he was going at.

“Please Stephen, want more.” You begged and he smiled

“You want it bad don’t you? You don't care where we are?” He smiled and griped your arse bunching up your shirt as he pulled himself deeper into you, the legs of his desk squealed across the floor as his motions caused it to slide back slightly.

He was fucking you hard and desperately, you squinted as you felt him hitting that spot deep inside you, feeling as the curve of his cock scraped along your walls just perfectly. Causing another orgasm to build up. Your girl tightened around his biceps and he sucked on your neck in response making sure to leave a purple mark.

“You're gonna come sweetheart, give me another one.” He purred, snaking a hand up your top to play with a nipple.

You did as he asked and clenched your legs around his waist as your body released a wave of pleasure that slowly made its way through each and every nerve ending in your body.

“Stephen!” You cried out your body slumping into his, he had you now, you let him do whatever be needed to chase his own release and he did. He stood you up and spun you round and entered your cunt from behind. He pushed down on your mid back as he rutted into you, groaning and cursing every time you clenched. Your mind was blank, all you could focus on was the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of you, the perfect fit.

“Fuck, this cunt was made for me. I can’t belive i left you without filling it this morning, fuck sweetheart.” he gave your rear a firm slap while pinching the fat. “Wanna feel me cum in you?” he asked, speeding up, his cock began to twitch with your words.

“Yes” you crowd out

“Wanna hear it darling.” he said through stuttered moans

“Fuck yes stephen, want you to cum in me, wanna see how deep you can get it, fuck.” you moaned gripping the edge of the desk as he spilled himself into you, you could feel the pulsing of his cock as he groaned letting his body drop onto yours as he kissed your back.

“There, now I can start my day,” he said breathlessly. He lifted himself up your skin sticking to his slightly with sweat and pulled himself from you smiling as he watched his work drip from you. He snapped his fingers and the room was back to normal, and your clothes fitting you neatly. He walked over to you and planted a soft kiss on your lips.

“Uh stephen?” you broke the silence

“Yes?” he smiled innocently.

“You didn't give me my underwear.” you rolled your eyes as he dangled them in front of you.

“I much prefer you without, besides can't I have something to remind me of my finances visit?” he smiled as he put the scrunched underwear in his desk drawer.

“You know I have a draw full of them at home right?” you sat on the edge of his desk and watched as he walked to the otherside of the room

“So you won’t miss those” He walked over to the silver coffee machine in the corner of the room “cappuccino?” he pulled that dumb smirk that made you fall in love with him

“So you do use it” you laughed

“occasionally.”

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A/N: okay so technically im still calling it valentines day, its only 5 minutes late (Bite me) writing has been slow for me lately and im not really complaing because I'm really happy with this one. <3

If theres typos im so sorry

#benedict cumberbatch #dr strange x you #stephen strange #dr stephen strange #stephen strange x reader #dr strange smut #marvel smut

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