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wint3r-h3art · 2 years

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The Beginning | Sugar Daddy Stephen

synopsis: the beginning of how you and Stephen came into this arrangement.

word count: 4.9K

Warnings: slow burn. Angst turn into smut. age gap (Strange is 40+ and Reader is 21+), sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, daddy kink, praise kink, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, hand & fingers kink, protected vaginal sex(always practice safe sex besties 💛), couch sex.

FYI, my sugar daddy Stephen for this au does have tattoos 😘

18+ ONLY | MINOR DNI

A/N: I finally got out of my writing slump and have enough time to write. This is like an intro to the au, so is slow burn before we get to the juicy part. I hope you enjoyed it. I know it has been sometimes that I write anything. If you do like it, please comment and reblog. It is greatly appreciated, and just mean so much to get supported from you 💛

Do not copy, repost, or translate my works anywhere else.

You couldn’t sleep.

You’ve been tossing and turning all night, staring at the unfamiliar high ceiling. You didn’t know how it came to this, even if it was a one-time thing. The glitz and the glamor–it was enticing and addicting to someone like you who had nothing to begin with.

You needed money, and striking a deal with the doctor seemed like a good idea for the night. What you didn’t expect were your feelings for him to be mixed into this.

It started off as a joke–merely a suggestion that could potentially remedy his problem, but you didn’t expect him to actually accept the offer.

He was your regular at a coffee shop you worked at a couple of blocks from the hospital he worked at. You knew his order by heart, and by 2 o’clock sharp, he would stroll in with a newspaper in hand and often sat at a secluded corner of the cafe. You would bring his coffee to him, and he often tipped you a hefty amount. Occasionally, you two exchanged some words. Some days when he was in a good mood enough, he would strike off a conversation with you. It started off with the question about the tattoos on his hands, then it slowly transitioned to be something more than just a comment about the weather.

That was how it had always been, except for a couple of weeks ago, he walked into the shop with a stormy look on his face. He was clearly bothered by something to the point where he didn’t acknowledge your presence there, which was fine. You never had any sort of relationship with him, to begin with, but his attitude that afternoon bothered you, so when you brought his order to him, you couldn’t help but ask him.

You remembered the conversation well enough because looking back now, you really didn’t know what possessed you that afternoon to be so bold around him. You’re always more friendly to him, and perhaps smiling more at him than your other patrons for sure. But that was because you have a crush on him. It was the only thing that you could do. You never wished for anything more because men like him do go with someone like you, and that was a fact that you often remind yourself of.

He told you that he was invited to the wedding–of his ex-girlfriend, whom he was working with. Ideally, he didn’t want to go, but if he doesn’t show up, everyone in the hospital would think of him as an asshole for being petty.

“Why not go with someone? Y’know, for a moral support?” you suggested, and the doctor looked at you and laughed.

“With whom exactly?” he chuckled before taking a sip of his coffee.

“I’m not sure, doctor. But you look like the type who has a list of women lining up the door for you,” you said to him that afternoon.

The doctor laughed even more at your implication about his dating status. “That’s very presumptuous of you to even think that.”

“I only speak the truth,” you smiled, though you didn’t realize at that time that your suggestion would turn the tide of your interaction with him.

“If you need a date for a wedding, I can totally do it. Just pay me by the hour,” you joked with him before leaving him be, but what came out of his mouth that day shook you.

“How much?”

You stopped in your tracks and turned to look at him, thinking that he was joking.

He clearly wasn’t.

There was a determined look in his eyes, and you swore you felt yourself throbbing. It wasn’t a secret at all how much you wanted him, but you knew you couldn’t. You were merely a coffee shop barista–hell, you were a college dropout. No man of his caliber would even spare a glance at you, but the doctor was often kind to you.

“Are you serious?” you asked, even if it was evident that he was dead serious on the question.

“I clearly don’t want to go to this wedding by myself, and you clearly need the money. I’m willing to drop whatever you need just to have you there to save me from whatever hell that’s going to be. I think it's a good deal.”

“What if your coworkers noticed who I am?” you asked.

“Then let them think how they want. We can enjoy the wedding together.”

The words left your heart fluttered, and well, the rest was history. He agreed with your rate and the hour. He even offered to buy you dress and shoes too. You had to decline him on the hair and makeup though because it was already feeling a bit too excessive, and you could do it yourself quite easily enough.

All eyes were on him upon his arrival, and you couldn’t blame the people. He was famous in his own right.

There were whispers of course. You could clearly hear them, but the doctor reassured you, and you and he continued to enjoy the night, which brought you back to now, laying here in this massive California king bed, staring at the high ceiling.

He offered his guest room for you because it would be ungentlemanly of him to let you take the subway home by yourself. You joked with him that you won’t charge him for the after-hours, and he laughed, but knowing him, you could see that money was never an issue.

A heavy sigh left your lips.

Giving up on trying to sleep, you decided perhaps it was best to make some tea. The doctor did say to make yourself at home after all. You quietly made your way out of the room and into the massive open kitchen.

All of the appliances were immaculate, though it looked untouched as if he doesn’t cook often. You let your hand graze on the cold, white marble countertop. If only you get to live like this, you thought to yourself. The kitchen alone was far bigger than your dingy little apartment in Brooklyn.

Everything about this penthouse just seemed so big and so extravagant, yet there was a coldness to it.

Just like him, you thought as you poured the water into the kettle and turned on the stove. Rummaging through the cabinets, you found a cup and a box of Earl Gray tea, and then you waited. Tapping your fingers on the cool marble counter, staring into space as you waited for the water to boil.

“You know the kettle is not going anywhere, right?”

You jolted from his voice. You could feel your face warming up as you turned to find him standing there wearing gray sweatpants and what looks like a Columbia alumni shirt. His hand was holding a tablet, while a pair of dark-rim glasses hung low on the bridge of his nose.

“Doctor,” you said, looking more startled than usual.

Stephen’s eyes softened as he noticed the way you were flustered at his intruding. A small smile spread on his face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I just thought I should make myself known.”

You could only reply with a sheepish smile as you tuck your hands in the pocket of your sweatshirt. Oh, and you were thankful for the sweatshirt because you have only a flimsy tank top on and the shorts that barely covered your asscheeks.

“It’s alright. This is your place after all. I’m just a guest,” you said softly. “I hope you don’t mind that I have gone ahead and made myself at home.”

“Not at all. I’d rather you do. The kitchen doesn’t get used often enough,” he said as he took off his glasses and placed them on the counter. “Couldn’t sleep?”

You nodded. “I think it’s because I’m in a new environment. I just get too anxious, and overthink too much.”

“Are you saying that I made you nervous then?”

“Oh gosh, no! Not at all. I’m actually super thankful that you let me stay here tonight—and you’re teasing me,” you said as soon as you realized that he was chuckling.

“Sorry. I can’t help it. You just seem so cute when you’re flustered.”

Heat flooded your face once more, warming you to your neck. You opened your mouth to say something, but only the sound of the kettle whistled away, breaking your attention away from his comment.

Quickly, turn off the stove and hastily pour the hot water into your cup with a teabag in there.

“Ah, glad to be the source of your entertainment, doctor,” you said sarcastically, which made the doctor chuckle. “Do you want tea too?” you asked. “There’s enough water to make another one.”

“Sure.”

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Both of you ended up sitting on a couch that faced the floor-to-ceiling glass windows that overlooked the city. It felt awkward because your shorts were hiking too far up your thighs, and you know damn well that you weren’t wearing any panties under there.

The quietness that lingered between the two of you didn’t help either. He was clearly in a daze, taken in the view of the city, while you were far too busy living inside your head like a damn nervous fool.

“You never told me why you dropped out of college,” Stephen asked suddenly, his eyes still trained on the view before him. He knew if he didn't break the silence now, you were going to be too damn nervous to do anything else.

“Money problem,” you said almost too quickly. “I had to drop out because we couldn’t afford the tuition anymore. Plus, my grandma was sick, so we need all the money we have to pay the hospital bills,” you said softly, hands holding onto the warm mug as you looked down. “It has always been just me and my gramma, y’know, so when she wasn’t feeling too well, I had to drop everything and go take care of her…”

Stephen could hear the tremor in your voice as you tried to hold it in.

“I was hoping she would get better, but she didn’t, so after she passed, I just left town and came to the city, hoping that I can do something more.”

“I’m sorry about your grandmother, Y/N.”

It was the first time that he had ever said your name, and you couldn’t help but look up. The softness in his gaze only made you yearn for more, but you knew you couldn’t have it.

“It’s alright. That was seven years ago anyway. I have no hope of going back since I have so little money and time for anything. Juggling two jobs has already taken up too much of my time and energy,” you smiled sadly. “Thank you for paying me for the price I have asked you. That really covered three months of rent for me,” you chuckled. “I mean, if you ever needed me to be your date again, I’ll give you a good discount,” you said as you stretched and got up.

Suddenly his hand was around your wrist, stopping you in place.

Stephen wasn’t sure why he did it, but something in him wanted more–wanted to comfort you more than just a pat on the head. What was more was that the urge to take care of you and protect you was becoming overwhelming to him.

He could feel his heart beat heavily against his ribcage–it was almost deafening against his ears.

“Doctor?”

He could feel the questioning look on your face, and it only made whatever came out of his mouth sounds even more ludicrous.

“What if I offer to take care of you financially?” Your eyes went wide, and Stephen knew how it sounded, but he continued anyway. “For a year. I’ll help you financially, and you can do whatever you want with it.”

“And in exchange?”

Stephen looked up, but he couldn’t read your expression, but he could feel how cold your hand had become.

“Companionship, if you want to put it that way. You don’t have to pay rent, and you don’t have to do anything else. Whatever you need, I’ll cover it for you.”

“So…you’ll be my sugar daddy?”

“Sex doesn’t have to be involved if you’re not comfortable with it. I just need you to accompany me whenever there’s an event going on,” Stephen said as he realized that he was clenching his fist the whole time. You realized that he didn’t even bother to deny the fact because to be quite frankly that was the relationship he suggested.

“What if it is involved, what then?”

“Like I said, only if you consent to it, and if you’re comfortable with it,” he replied almost as a matter of factly. “I have never been married, nor have any children. There’s no string attached of any sort. I just thought I should help you out since you did come to the rescue at the last minute. Plus, it’s only a year. I don’t think I’d take too much out of your time if you decided to find someone more suitable for your taste–and well, your age.”

You chuckled. “Trust me, doctor, a guy my age is far from wanting me,” you said softly. Stephen looked at you for a long moment before he let go of your hand.

“What do you think they want then?”

“Someone prettier, and at least have a stable job,” you chuckled nervously, though Stephen didn’t miss your little self-deprecating joke.

“You are pretty, what made you think you’re not?”

“Because that’s how they see me. I’ve only been with one guy in my entire life, and that relationship didn’t last that long.”

Stephen sighed. “You have so much to live and hope for, and I do hope you can see how beautiful you are, Y/N. Perhaps that person wasn’t right for you, and perhaps you were just looking for someone else that could see past your wall.”

“Oh, perhaps guys my age are trash,” you laughed just to cut out the serious mood that began to settle between the two of you, but Stephen remained as he was.

“So what do you want then?”

You stopped laughing and swallowed hard. You wanted to say that you want him–that you don’t mind the sex part. If anything, it was almost welcoming, but another part of you didn’t want him to judge you. He was already generous enough with his offer, and asking for more seems like you’re overextending his generosity.

“Stability,” you finally said. “I want a stable life, with enough money to pay rent, and put food on my table. I don't want anything more than I can’t afford. That’s what I want, doctor.”

“I can be that stability that you want. Even if it’s only for a limited time.”

“I know,” you said barely a whisper as you stared longingly at him. It was almost aching to just be so close and not be able to touch him.

Stephen noticed the way you were looking at him, and he couldn’t help but reach up and caress your face in his hand. He expected you to flinch or pull away, but you didn’t. Instead, you were slowly leaning into him, and he found himself doing the same.

Your hands were on his chest, and you could feel his heart drumming heavily.

“Is this what you want?” he asked almost breathlessly. You could taste the tea on his breath and you wanted closer. His body heat radiated off of him like a furnace, and you wanted more.

“Yes,” you replied, leaning ever closer till your lips touched his.

His arm instinctively wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer till you were straddling him. His mouth moved at a slow, tantalizing pace at first, tasting every part of you. It soon melted into something of a raw hunger when his palm moved down to the swell of your ass and you realized that you didn’t have any underwear on.

“Are we really doing this?” he asked as kissed along your jawline. You couldn’t respond to him at first as you relished the way his lips and beard felt against your skin. Then he asked you again, this time followed by a firm smack on your ass.

You yelped before you nodded. “Yes, doctor. Please, please, please,” you pleaded as your arms were now snaking around his neck.

Stephen grunted as you continued to kiss your neck. His fingers slide underneath your shorts and straight to your throbbing pussy, gliding along your wet folds, teasing it, and propping at it.

“You’re already so wet for me, princess,” he said in a low baritone voice, testing the little pet name he had given you.

You swore that you almost moan out loud when he calls you that. Some part of you clicked, and the need to be praised and to be called out by him was stronger than ever before.

You drew in a shaky breath when you felt the tip of his finger propping at your entrance, wishing and hoping that he wasn’t teasing you.

“Daddy, please,” you pleaded, and for that small and brief second, Stephen stopped. You could feel his body going rigid, his movement stopped altogether. A small part of you started to panic, perhaps he wasn’t into it.

Stephen on the other hand felt something inside him click–the most carnal part of him seemed to roar to life like a caged beast ready to unleash. He didn’t know he could get turned on this much by the way you were saying the damn word. His cock was twitching in his sweatpants, while the urge to take you was stronger than ever before.

Stephen pushed his finger inside, while his lips crushed into yours, swallowing your moan. His tongue grazed and slid against yours, licking and tasting you while his finger pumped in and out of your with ease.

Any sort of coherent words failed you when he added another finger, pumping in and out of you with determination. Occasionally, he would widen your hole, spreading you out and working you till you were nothing but a sobbing mess.

“What does the princess want daddy to do, hmm?”

You swore could come by the sound of his voice alone. As if it was impossible for any remnant of your sanity to be intact at this point. His voice was so low and so deep that it reverberated right through you.

“Fuck me please,” you choked when Stephen plunged his fingers all the way to the knuckle. The lewd squelching sounds almost made you hide your face, but knowing him, he wouldn’t let that fly.

“Hmm, not now, darling. I need to make you nice and wet first,” he said softly before leaning forward, taking you with him until you were laid down on the large, plush couch.

You watched in the dim amber light, as the doctor hastily took off his shirt. You swallowed as your eyes traced his body, admiring every piece of work that was etched on his skin. From his shoulders, down to his fingertips, there were various tattoos decorating his skin, hiding any sort of remnants of his scars and marks.

You suspected he might have them by the way those roses that were on both of his knuckles and the small line works that were around his fingers. What you didn’t anticipate was that he also had them on the rest of his body too.

Your eyes then trailed down to the hard plane of his chest, then down to his abs, then downward, following the trail of the dark hair that disappeared below the waistband of his gray sweatpants.

You could feel your pussy throbbed as you eyed his impressive bulge that tented his crotch, and Stephen took notice of it too as he threw his sweatshirt over his soldier and stared down at you.

“I’ll let you touch it when I’m done with you,” he muttered. “Now, be a good girl, and take off your clothes, princess. I won’t ask twice.”

He didn’t have to ask as you quickly discarded your clothes off you. You laid back down with your legs parted, giving him the perfect view. You used your elbows to support yourself, starting and watching what he was planning to do to you while you began to massage your own breasts, kneading them.

Stephen grabbed you by the ankles and dragged you down till your ass was hanging off the couch. You held your breath as you watched, anticipating what he was going to do next.

He eyed you first, and then he started licking along the seam of your folds in a long and deliberate swipe. His hands were kneading your ass cheek as he settled into a steady rhythm. Stephen would glide his tongue along your nether lips, then push his tongue inside your dripping wetness in a steady, shallow penetration.

You couldn’t help but clutch at his hair, pulling him closer as if you couldn’t get enough of him while you rocked your hips against his mouth.

Stephen would concentrate on a spot, fucking you with his tongue, while his thumb circled your swollen clit. He would switch his pace to quicken whenever your moaning was getting too loud.

You responded with a slight jolt of your body as your breath caught in your throat. He could feel you were ready to climax by the way your body strained, and the way you fluttered around his tongue.

Stephen gave you another long lick before he plunged his fingers inside you again, this time, his mouth was on your clit, sucking and licking until you couldn’t take any more of this desirous torment.

Rapture tore through you as a wave clashed against the rock. Your body spasms beneath him all the while that his tongue continues its assault against your sensitive nub.

It felt like ages until he was satisfied, and only then did he withdraw his fingers away from you. You watched Stephen lick them, not caring about the display of his boldness.

“How do you feel, princess?” he asked, his voice rough and coarse as he reached over to open one of the drawers of the side table.

Stephen quickly took off his sweatpants and unwrapped the square packet.

“G-good,” you said shakily as you watched him roll the condom onto his shaft. You couldn’t help but lick your lips.

Stephen’s hand was on your sensitive pussy once more, rubbing at your clit in a circle as juices dripped out of your folds. “You came so much by just my mouth, princess. Has it been a while?”

The question made your face heat up–as if you weren’t flushed and warmed all over from your orgasm already, but you nodded anyway, not wanting to risk a good lie from him.

“Yes, daddy,” you said softly.

Stephen then spread your legs apart as he settled himself between them.

“You don’t have to wear a condom if you don’t want to. I’m actually on contraception,” you murmured which quickly turned into a low groan, almost in agony at the way he rubbed his dick in between your folds.

Your legs twitched whenever the head of his cocked pushed against your clit a bit too much and Stephen smiled.

“As much as I want to fuck you raw, we both need to get tested first. So for now, we just have to deal with these inconveniences,” he said as he grabbed his shaft and lined it at your entrance. He eyed you almost intensely before he pushed himself in.

Your body went rigid at the sheer size of him. It has been a while after all, so your body needs time to stretch and adjust to its girth. It was like swallowing fire while being doused by the warmth of the pleasure at the same time.

Stephen moved slowly, pushing himself inch by inch. His face twitched and contorted, not anticipated by the way you were choking him so much.

“Princess, you need to relax or you’re going to make me come,” he told you. His teeth bit down onto his lips as he was completely sheathed all the way to the base. You also find yourself exhaling out as your muscles slowly relax and stretch.

“Please move, daddy,” you murmured, and Stephen was more than willing to comply, withdrawing himself back before pushing himself forward. Each movement gave you a slow and torturous burn. He was bigger than you were used to and every time he moved, you felt like there wasn’t enough air for you to breathe.

“You feel so good, daddy,” you whined every time he withdrew himself all the way out and plunged his dick all the way inside, hitting your cervix in the process. It was all too much, yet not enough. And if it was possible, his cock felt like it was swelling inside you the more he was moving.

Stephen then moved and arranged for you to lay on your side before he entered you again. His palm pressed your thighs as he thrust forward. As if it was possible, he felt even deeper than ever before.

The large penthouse was filled with nothing but the sound of your moaning and the sound of the way his hips slapped against yours. Occasionally, you could hear him groaning and grunting from the effort.

Stephen’s leaned forward all the while that he was fucking you with determination, and cupping your chin with his hand, turning you to face him.

You could barely hold eye contact with him as he was moving at such a rigorous pace. His thump pressed again your lower lips, and instinctively, you opened your mouth, welcoming his fingers.

You were so in a daze and so cockdrunk and at this point that you began sucking on his thumb so needily.

Stephen almost lost his shit then and there as he watched you intensely. He exhaled sharply through his nose when he felt your wall begin to flutter again around his cock.

He knew you won’t be long and he knew he won’t be long either.

“Baby, do you want to come?” He asked

You nodded. “Please, please I’m so close.”

Stephen grunted as he turned you on your back and began to pick up his speed. His teeth bore as he continued to pound with determination, chasing both yours and his own release.

And then all at once, you strained beneath him as he continued to move. You came so suddenly and so hard that you forgot how to breathe for a second. Stephen climaxed not too long afterward as he stopped his movement altogether.

His eyes fluttered as his mouth hung agape. His body strained against you as he knelt there for a moment.

Then there was silence as you were able to breathe again. Stephen pulled himself out and quickly discarded the used condom right into the trash can.

You were still in a daze, unable to comprehend what had happened–hell, this may have been one of the best sex you had in a while.

The doctor came back with a tall glass of water and he placed it on the coffee table beside you before he settled just behind you on the large couch.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, his lips brushing lightly against your shoulder.

“Good. Really good.”

Stephen could feel you smiling through your reply and he couldn’t help but feel relief. He knew he was moving too hard and too fast–especially with this arrangement, but you have been nothing but so accommodating and agreeing to it so easily that he didn’t know how to react.

“I’m glad,” he murmured against your skin. “You don’t find it weird, do you? This arrangement, I mean.”

“No. I actually was surprised that you wanted us to be like that. I don’t mind it. Like you said, as long as I consent and am comfortable with it, right? I’m more than comfortable with this–hell, this is more than I would ever have in my lifetime, to be honest with you.”

Stephen smiled against your skin. “Can you live like this for a whole year though? Dealing with me and my…needs–all without love and all that.”

You thought for a moment as you lay there, staring out into the city outside. “It’s better than living off paycheck to paycheck,” you replied back. “I have no problem being with someone much older than me if that is what you meant. I am a consenting adult, and this relationship benefits me as much as it benefits you, so I am not ashamed of it.”

Stephen nodded in understanding before he propped himself on his elbow and looked at you. “Good, because people will talk, and I won’t hesitate to shut them up. I’m just concerned about you, that is all, so thank you for reassuring me,” he said before leaning in to kiss you.

“You know I’m not afraid of them,” you smile cheekily, though deep inside you knew that it was you who you were afraid of the most. After all, now that you and he are involved in this relationship, it wouldn’t be hard for that line to cross, and your little crush on him would turn into something more.

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fanartka · 18 days

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... and then the cunning sorcerer flew up to him with his scarlet magic Cloak and shouted “Hey, Dormammu I've came to bargain!”

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mysticartsydaydream · 2 years

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Hello, yes, I need a doctor, I think I’ve come down with a bad case of the hots for this man. 👀🔞

Tonight’s Horny Headcanon:

You teased him all day, mercilessly at that, saying you had a surprise for him. You gave no indication what kind of wicked scheme you had in store, so you wait until he least expects it.

He’s absorbed in his reading when you come up behind him and slide your hands down his chest.

“Hello there, Doctor,” you say in a sultry whisper. “Your favorite patient is requesting a private appointment.”

He pretends to be reading diligently and answers with a small chuckle. “Oh, is she now?”

“Mhm.” You place kisses down his jawline. “It’s urgent too, a very pressing matter. Think you can squeeze her in?”

“It’ll be a tight squeeze, but I think we’ll manage. What seems to be the issue?”

It’s then you round his reading chair and reveal your outfit to him. A brand new lingerie set covered only by his white lab coat. Stephen’s jaw nearly hits the floor.

“I’ve just had this… ache that won’t seem to go away, and you’re the best doctor I know. Would you help me find the cure, Doctor Strange?”

He sits back in his chair, a tightness already growing in his pants. With a smile, he replies, “It would be my absolute pleasure, pretty girl. I’ll take good care of you, don’t worry. I’ve been told my bedside manner is… superb.”

#doctor strange x reader #stephen strange x reader #doctor strange smut #stephen strange smut #mcu smut #stephen strange x female reader #doctor strange x female reader #this man is yummy #i love him #doctor wizard daddy #sexy doctor wizard man

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ace-of-gay · 1 year

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Hi Idk if you take requests or not but I was wondering if you do a daddy strange with the reader having he/him where he is cooking in the kitchen and the reader comes in and accidentally injures himself like burning his finger or something and Stephen at first is slightly upset with him for messing around but then tries to comfort him and maybe ends with them cuddling together as Stephen tries to get rid of the pain and Stephen uses names like little prince

Let daddy fix it

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Doctor strange x little male reader

Warnings: age regression, Mention of sippy, stuffie, naps, Names like daddy, baby, little prince, baby boy etc. Burning hand on hot kitchen appliance

He/him pronouns

No skin tone, hair type, ethnic background, weight or height mentioned

Age regression is a therapist reccomended coping mechanism so if youre uncomfortable with it than dont read it.

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Edited to the best of my ability.

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Youd spent the week in and out of your little headspace, it wouldn’t set in completely, nothing worked, you had tried so much already, from bubble baths with bath crayons to movies with your stuffies, nothing worked, youd been waiting so patiently for your boyfriend to return from his mission.

Not being fully your big age nor your little age and constantly shifting made you feel uneasy but the best idea was to try and get some rest, settle the storm in mental difference by focusing on neither instead.

Turning on your comfort show you don’t even have to actually watch it anymore just the sound of it brings you comfort at this point, and thankfully so because within a few minutes of your head hitting the pillow you were out.

Due to your headspace not setting in you’d been lacking sufficient sleep so the idea of him being home soon brought a very excited wave of sleep over you, needing the rest so you can spend lots of time with him, he’s hours away from being back and coming over to your apartment, he practically lived here now.

Having been so tired you didn’t realize you’d slept through his messages, your alarm and the smell of breakfast.

The smell of breakfast? You put two and two together, the smell of breakfast means he’s home!

Hopping up out of bed a grin from ear to ear spread wide across your face, a childlike glow in you eyes, wandering slowly through the hall to the living room, peering in to the kitchen to see your boyfriend, your caregiver dressed comfortably, something no one else has ever seen but something so simple you’ve grown used to.

Excitement overflowing, you finally give in to the urge to get closer, it feels as though you’re dreaming and once you finally get close enough to touch him you’ll wake up and it’ll be back to day one of his mission.

Just a step away your mind feeling smaller and the clock ticks he’s more than aware that you’ve been in the room but wanted you to initiate the contact knowing it’s a big thing to process, constantly worried your mind is deceiving you. Your mind is paralyzing, stuck and he knows.

“G,mornin love, I promise im actually here” he soothes turning to you, letting you fall comfortably into his hold, the tremble in his hands telling you that its all real, melting against him, arms wrapped tight around his waist.

“You’re just in time, all the food has to do now is cool down for a few and the biscuits in the oven have to finish up, you have my undivided attention” rubbing your back he leads you to the island, helping you up onto the counter

“Missed you, so much, don’t like when you’re gone”

“I know my little prince, I don’t like having to leave either, I miss my bubs when I’m not with him”

Tickling your sides, a shrill giggle erupting from you, legs kicking a trying to wiggle away

“There’s that smile again my happy boy, you stay put for just a moment”

Nodding you watch as he turns around, switching off the stove and oven, pulling the biscuits from the oven and grabbing a couple plates.

He than heads off to the fridge grabbing fresh fruit and drinks.

Right on time your tummy growled announcing to the room that you were indeed ready for breakfast, that’s your cue to hop down, now listening to your thoughts already forgetting what he said, but not to worry, you’re not completely little right now, you grab one plate setting it near the stove, filling it with a fare share of your favorite breakfast, taking the other and carefully dishing out the same moving on the biscuits trying to pick one up, it takes a moment and a good tug, the bottom of them is stuck to the pan, you finally get the first one off, going for a second one you gotta pull as well and by instinct you pant your other hand down on the baking sheet to stabilize it.

A sharp burning hot sensation seers through your skin, pulling you hand away quickly, your eyes welling with tears you bite down on your tongue, doing your best not to cry, but your daddy saw it happen, he heard the clatter of the pan and saw your eyes glisten with tears.

He quickly sets everything down rushing over to you, “oh my prince that was hot, I’m so sorry baby, here let daddy see” he reaches out and just as quickly you turn away cradling your hand, “no don touch, is hurtin” you whimper.

“I know baby but we gotta make sure its not gonna need medicine, daddy is a doctor and he’s burnt himself many times, I can make it feel better, just gotta let daddy take care of you”

Thinking for a moment you reluctantly turn to him letting him look at it, taking your hand in his he takes a good look and makes a conclusion.

“just gotta clean it up, put some burn cream and wrap it up, it’ll be good as new in no time” he leads you to the sink running the water as soft as he can, scared the cold water will hurt even more you flinch when you feel it bit realize its warm water, after a moment he turns the temperature down a little cooling the burn slowly but surely, by the time you get to cold water your hand has finally started to feel more normal.

He than leads you to the bathroom finding the Neosporin.

Leading you to sit down on the lid of the toilet, he takes your hand gently into his own, opening the Neosporin and putting a decent glob onto the tip of his finger, his trembly hand goes to carefully lather up your owie but as soon as he touches your hand you pull back a little.

“I know baby boy but its important for it to heal and feel better, can you take a biiiig deep breath for daddy? “ nodding you take a big breath and he quickly smooth’s the ointment onto your hand, taking a piece of gauze, setting upon the owie and wrapping it up.

“Good job baby! Perfect job for daddy, such a brave boy, how bout we watch cartoons while eating breakfast as a treat hm?” You take off back to the kitchen, grabbing your sippy of juice and plopping yourself down on the couch, his cloak comes moseying into the room bringing your favorite stuffie, followed by your cg with breakfast.

All you wanted to do was relax into your headspace today so after breakfast you spent plenty of time building cities, knocking them down, and building more, at one point you even built the stark tower with help from your daddy, which he took a picture of you still in your cozy jammies and big hoodie putting the last piece of the tower on top.

You watched movies, cuddled and he even took a nap with you instead of putting you down for a nap and doing house work, you head resting ontop of his chest, the rhythmic rise and fall and the thrum of his heart putting you to sleep.

And just like stated your burn healed up in no time.

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Long time no post, i have an entire list of reasons but if you scroll through youll realize i was skippin down the sidewalk with death gambling my cards in many ways (many ways not stated aswell) ... welp im good now, apart from the inhaler overdose on accident... enjoy lmao much love <333

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mykinkyyandere · 2 years

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imagine a Stephan (when he was still a neurosurgeon) being obsessed with a patient of Christine's (since your case was very simple and wouldn't give him fame and money) so he asks Christine to take care of you. He thinks you're just a little baby who can't do anything without his help (this isn't exactly a request, it's just an idea that I'm sharing with you. But if you want to consider it a request I really don't mind : P)

AO3

He comes to you after she's gone, but you run away from him because you're afraid of the doctors, especially him. He catches you and takes you in his arms. You look at him with your watery eyes but he smiles and pats your head. "You really are a baby, aren't you?"

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solarpoweredheart · 4 months

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I can’t get over how massive his hands are 🫦

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mrsstrangewinter · 24 days

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Him winking at me while holding his coffee be like...

#stephen uses chibi daddy face support #it's super effective!#mrs strange winter's gallery #doctor strange #no way home #stephen strange #stephen vincent strange #i love u stephen

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peachyrogerss · 2 years

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UNHOLY — S. Rogers

pairing(s): Stark!Reader x Steve Rogers ; Sharon Carter x Steve Rogers

warnings: 18+ only ; minors dni ; unprotected sex, pure smut.

a/n: english is not my first language, so please be gentle with me 🙏🏻, it’s my first time writing here, i hope you’ll like it <3 ; third person narrator.

disclaimer: unlike the meaning of the song, reader is not a whore, some changes have been made.

soundtrack(s): Unholy - Sam Smith ft. Kim Petras ; Traitor - Olivia Rodrigo

synopsis: you’re Tony Stark’s daughter, one of the Avengers and you’ve always had a huge crush on America’s Golden Boy, the one and only Captain America, and he also did. However, when he decided to marry Sharon Carter and have children with her, your desire for him increased disproportionately.

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It was a rainy day, Sharon and her children had retired to their rooms scattered throughout the Avengers Compound to rest and wait for the head of the family, who was returning from errands to run, according to what he previously said, so they could do family activities.

Rebecca and Harrison, were playing videogames in their playroom. Even though they were both teenagers, they loved spending time and resting in that room.

«That's strange, dad should be home by now...» said Rebecca, the youngest.

«..he probably found traffic.» she added later.

Harrison, the elder of the two, kinda knew where his father was and why he was running so late; he had discovered it a couple of months ago, accidentally overhearing a conversation between his father and Y/n Stark.

Little did he know that his father’s heart belonged to Stark’s daughter and, to be honest, he was happy with that. He adored Y/n, she would babysit him when he was younger, their bond was more unbreakable than his father’ shield made out of vibranium.

His mother, though, didn’t know anything, and so did his sister.

With a smirk on his face, still focused on the game, he opened his mouth.

«Mummy don’t know daddy’s getting hot, at the body shop; doing something unholy.»

«What are you saying Harrison?» asked confused Rebecca.

«Nothing, don’t worry Bex. I was just murmuring something..» replied the boy still keeping that smirk on his face..

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«It's been a long time since I've been here.. I see you've been remodeling your house.» his voice echoing in the living room of the immense apartment of Tony Stark's future billionaire heiress.

«And it’s only the living room you see, wait until you see the rest of the house.» answered a girl of average height, long wavy brown hair with a curvy but athletic body shape.

«Long time no see, doll.» added the guy, the one and only Steve Rogers himself.

«I've noticed that you always practice when I'm not around, this has been going on for a while....» continued.

«Your wife is always in the way, that's why I never train when you're around.» said Y/n annoyed.

«I guess you're here to get your Harley fixed, right? I saw it on the workshop cameras.» added her.

«You’re right.. and I’m here also because I miss you.» Steve said by approaching the girl.

«Don't try to soften me up Rogers, you know very well it doesn’t work with me. In the last few months you've become Sharon's shadow, barely paying attention to me, and I'm not just talking about us outside the team.» scolded off Y/n.

«Oh, c’mon Stark, you're old enough to understand that what we're doing is wrong... and I can't afford to make any missteps... I have two children.»

«Then why are you here? I didn’t even want you to come. I left the compound just to let you alone with your family, and avoid any suspiciouns about us. We spent a lot of time together, your son also overheard one of our conversations. it's a miracle he hasn't said anything to anyone yet.» said Y/n going in her bedroom, followed by the captain who was trying hard to make contact with her.

It had been months since the two had last had sexual intercourse, and he missed her terribly.

He missed her like when you miss the air when you’re underwater in the pool or the sea.

«You are so attractive Y/n. this outfit looks particularly good on you... I think it has some power over my body...» said Steve with a smirk on his face while Y/n was innocently bending over by the bed to grab some clothes and put them in the cabinet.

She was wearing nothing but a Victoria's Secret black satin kimono with lace trim, which covered her toupee and coulottes.

That outfit, contributed in creating a bulge under Captain Rogers' black skinny jeans.

«..It has some power over your body? Are you kidding me Rogers?» she said, pretending to be shocked as she slowly approached the boy.

«Are you sure it’s the outfit and nothing else?» she added, moving to lock the door and then moving back in front of the boy, placing her hands on his black leather jacket and pushing him toward the dark red velvet sofa near the huge windows of her bedroom, forcing him to sit down.

«Did I touch a devole point perhaps?» Said steve in a provocative tone.

Y/n fastened her kimono and positioned herself astride Steve, bringing her intimacy closer to the Captain's, rubbing lightly.

Rogers lowered his eyes for a brief moment, observing the form of the girl sitting on him, meanwhile his bulge grew larger and larger.

«You know, Captain… a lucky, lucky girl, she got married to a boy like you.. she'd kick you out if she ever, ever knew, ‘bout all the shit you tell me that you do..» she began to say whispering in his ear, referring to his wife, Sharon.��

«Dirty, dirty boy, you know everyone is talkin' on the scene. I hear them whisperin' 'bout the places that you've been, and how you don't know how to keep your business clean» continued her, kissing every inch of loose skin on his face and neck, provoking him.

«Mummy don’t know daddy’s getting hot, at the body shop; doing something unholy.» Said Steve imitating a child's voice as, with superhuman speed he grabbed Y/n by the hips and, sketching a wicked grin, catapulted himself onto the girl's marriage bed, gently resting her body beneath his.

«There he is, that’s the Captain I know, always ready to le-» as she spoke, Y/n was interrupted by Steve's lips colliding against hers in a long, passionate kiss.

«If you don't shut your mouth, I swear I'm going to fuck you like there's no tomorrow.» growled the supersoldier.

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«He’s sat back while she’s droppin’ it, yeah, she put it down slowly.. Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh, he left his kids at

ho-ee-oh-ee-ome so he can get that» said Harrison choosing another videogame to play.

«Harrie, you’re scaring me. What are you saying?» added worried Rebecca, not knowing what was going through his brother’s head.

«I’ll wake mummy up, so she can call daddy. It's pouring outside, dad’s with the bike.» cooed the girl standing up and moving towards the door to go wake her mother.

«You’re so innocent Rebecca, he’s a grown up and besides, also a supersoldier, capable of taking care of himself while it’s raining outside.» laughed Harrison.

«Why are you telling me that I’m innocent? I don’t understand» sighed the girl.

«Do you remember Y/n, right? look around, she’s Tony Stark’s daughter, part of the Avengers, and she doesn’t live here anymore.» started Harrison.

«She used to babysit me when I was younger and mom travelled around the world for her missions. Dad was always with her, they were so close, and uncle Bucky told me that they were even before Dad and Mom met and then married» continued.

«You know.. she’s special, and dad thinks about it all the time. I do still love her. I really spent a lot of time with her, even called her mom, just because I hardly ever saw ours.» confided the boy.

«However, one day, mom argued with dad because of the relationship that had developed between me and Y/n.. she couldn't stand that I called her “mom” and blamed dad for not separating her from me and not intervening sooner.» added with a sad tone.

«Oh lord.. but I still don’t understand what does this have to do with dad.» delineated Rebecca.

«When Y/n left the compound, dad tried his best to make her stay, but she felt guilty and would not listen to any other reason.»

«Since that day, dad started to sneak out of the compound and visit her, they spend a lot of time alone. He misses her, and I guess she misses him too, the curious thing is that they have never had a love affair, but maybe they have some other kind of affair -- if you notice, mom and dad are not very intimate..» ended Harrison.

«So you’re saying that dad cheates on mum with Tony’s daughter?» questioned the girl.

«I’m not saying it, it’s just a suspicion I have. And even if it was real, I could only be happier about it. That girl is pure oxygen for dad, she makes him feel alive.» replied her brother.

«You’re happy about it? Are you nuts? He’s CHEATING on mom with another girl! How could you be happy about it?! We need to tell mommy!» blurted out Rebecca, running towards her mother’s room.

«What an idiot. She should not get involved in their business. That was confident.» whispered to himself Harrison.

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«Do you like when I’m on top of you, Stark?» growled Steve rubbing his intimacy against Y/n’s.

«Or maybe you like when I touch you..» continued while one hand ran down the girl's crotch, moving the flap of fabric covering her pussy with two fingers while exploring the area, moistened with arousal.

«Look at you, doll, so wet for me.. you have no idea of how much this turns me on.. I want to eat you out right now.» whispered Steve as he kissed her neck and left scattered purple marks.

«Then do it, daddy, I’m not stopping you» hissed Y/n.

Being called “daddy” by Y/n excited him to death and also drove him crazy. His eyes turned dark blue, the pupils enlarged and all of his body stiffened.

The two fingers he had placed under the fabric she was wearing reached her clitoris, making her jump slightly. It was a risky and unexpected move, but one that made her moan his name.

«Say it again Y/n» he ordered, slowly entering her pussy and starting fingering her.

«S-st-steve.. please..» moaned her arching her back.

«Oh god, I love it when you call my name.» added the Captain, removing his fingers.

With a swift movement he slipped off Y/n's coulottes and spread her legs apart, positioning himself between them, not before giving her a long, wicked kiss.

«I’ll make you cum until I heard you call out my name.» growled him, licking out her wet folds.

«I love your taste, baby. I’ve missed it.» continued while eating her out with circular, alternating movements between fast and slow. All of a sudden he slipped two fingers inside her, and began to move faster, while his mouth was focused on sucking and biting her clitoris.

His movements made her wiggle and arch her back. Y/n felt heat forming in her lower abdomen, and she was aware that she was about to reach her orgasm. She then decided to open her mouth and beg Steve to make her come.

«Steve please, I’m coming.. f-faster..» begged her.

«What did you call me?» he said stopping.

«You know how to call me. Now turn around and go doggy style. You broke one of our rules, and need a punishment. Do you remember? Never call me by my name unless I tell you to.» he scolded off while Y/n was adjusting herself, removing the rest of the clothing she had on.

«I’m sorry, daddy.. I promise I’ll be a good girl.. don’t punish me..» she cried out.

«I don’t care about what you say, you’ll get your punishment.» he said while removing all of his clothes and underwear, spreading y/n’s leg and settling between them. His cock, hard and vascular, twitched. Steve could see drops of pre-seminal fluid leaking from his foreskin.

«I’ve missed you so much. You have no idea of how frustrating it was to have to jerk me off only thinking about you, unable to touch you or have you riding my cock. And, by the way, he missed your mouth.. care to give him a kiss later?» he growled thrusting into her suddenly, making her whimper.

«As you p-please daddy..» she whimpered. He waited a few minutes, just to let Y/n adjust herself, then started pushing mercilessly into her, the sound of their skin colliding also echoed in the room, between their moans.

As he fucked her without restraint, Steve grabbed her hair, causing Y/n's head to bend back slightly, and with his other free hand slapped her ass repeatedly and powerfully, leaving her with red marks from his hand. That, was her punishment.

«I can feel your folds contracting and shrinking around my cock.. look how good you are at taking my cock.. oh god Y/n, you’re so wet and tight..» he said thrusting powerfully, exchanging positions quickly, so she was now upon him.

«Care to ride my cock, babygirl? Show daddy how good you are at riding it.. I really want to see how those pretty boobs of yours bounce along your movements..» he ordered as the girl obeyed.

«I’ll do whatever you please d-daddy.. but I feel like I’m c-coming.. please let me c-come..» she cried out.

«Ride me, now!» he shouted placing one hand on her hip and one on her breast, squeezing it.

She started riding his cock, as her walls clenched and tighten around his shaft, her body trembling and her breath suddenly icreasing.

«Do you want me t-to cu-cum all over your body or do you want me to fill you up, baby?» he questioned.

«I’m your personal slut, captain. You decide.» she responded, feeling heat increase all over her body, especially in her low abdomen.

Hearing those words, Steve pulled Y/n in for a kiss, by positioning the hand which was previously on her hip, behind her neck.

He bit her lip, causing her to moan against his mouth and causing him to help her reach her climax by pushing even harder into her.

As soon as she approached her climax, so did he and they came together.

Y/n could feel Steve's cum fill her to the last drop and, Steve, could feel Y/n's pussy shrinking around his cock.

Suddenly their movements slowled to a complete stop, and that was when Steve positioned Y/n beside him, kissing her forehead and caressing her.

«You were so good at taking my cock..» he said taking breath.

«No one can get it the way I can, Steve.» she whispered in his ear with a smirk, slowly moving down to his still erect cock, placing one hand around the length and placing her mouth on the foreskin, opening it slightly and taking it into.

Steve was silent, he had no words, nothing to say, so bent his head back, settled down, and let the girl do everything. From time to time there was eye contact, which made his cock contract.

Y/n went on like that for about fifteen minutes, until Steve reached his second orgasm and came in her mouth.

Wiping with her fingers the nooks and crannies where cum had leaked, Y/n swallowed and snuggled down next to Steve, putting her head on his chest so she could feel his heartbeat.

«It tastes so good..» she said leaving kisses on his cheeks and mouth.

«I wish you could stay here forever, Steve.. I really want to.» sighed Y/n.

«You have no idea how much I would like that too... however, I'm married, and you know that.»

Hearing those words, Y/n's heart began to ache. She knew well that Steve, her first and only true love, was unattainable.

They had known each other for years, but she always missed the chance to tell him how she felt. He, too, was no different, too shy to confess his feelings to her, too intimidated by turning against Tony.

Years later, however, the two were still unconscious about their feelings for each other.

Their sexual relationship began on Steve's wedding day. He was the one who had started this adventure. He needed to clear his head, and as he locked himself in one of the rooms of the mansion where the reception was taking place, he found y/n unnerved.

Without a second thought, he catapulted himself onto her, and they had a sexual intercourse, in which she took part without backing down.

From then on, they began seeing each other secretly until Steve became a father and asked her for the favor of babysitting his son Harrison when both he and his mother were indisposed.

Eventually Harrison grew up together with his father and babysitter as his mother, Sharon, was often away on business. When the couple later argued because Harrison called Y/n “mom” instead of Sharon, Y/n felt guilt crushing her chest and thus decided to leave.

She tried to return but, seeing the couple reunited and close-knit, decided to leave the Avengers Compound for good and live alone, away from everyone. She no longer trained with the team, no longer spent time with the Avengers, and only showed up at the Compound when Steve was not there. By now she frequented that place only for her father.

«Y/n.. I have something to say..» he whispered turning around to face her.

«Say it, then.» she responded.

«I… uhm..» he esitated for a moment «I…»

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«Mummy wake up, I have to tell you something important.» said Rebecca gently shaking her mother.

«Is daddy home?» questioned Sharon, who was waking up.

«No, he’s not, but I know where he might be!» responded the girl.

«Where’s he?» said Sharon, meanwhile from the hallway there was the noise of the footsteps of someone running, and that someone was indeed Harrison.

«Dad’s at Y/n’s pl-» started Rebecca before being interrupted by her brother.

«Dad’s at Y/n Stark’s workshop, his bike needed to be fixed, he called me a few minutes ago.» said Harrison showing the list of recent calls to his mother.

«So he’s on his way home?» asked Rebecca.

«Yes he is, and also says he’s sorry for running late.» answered Harrison, giving his mother a kiss on the cheek and walking towards his bedroom, followed shortly after by his sister.

«I swear to god Bee, if you try even one more time to tell mom what I told you, I will make you pay for it.» hissed the boy.

His sister didn’t respond, she just nodded her head and retired to her bedroom quietly.

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Steve was about to say something to Y/n when he was interrupted by the ringtone of his cell phone.

It was his son, he had called persistently and had left about 20 messages.

He responded in a hurry and quickly put his clothes back on, not before cleaning himself up.

«Look, Y/n I’m sorry but I gotta go.» he said buttoning his belt.

«Wait, you were about to tell me something, what is it then?» she questioned with a puzzled look mixed with sadness.

«Nothing, forget about it. See you little Stark» he ended the conversation, rushing out of the girl’s house.

Tears began to form in Y/n's eyes, but she shook her head and headed to the bathroom, to wash herself.

She filled the tub with warm water and set the shuffle playback on Spotify.

To her surprise "Traitor" by Olivia Rodrigo started up and she began to sing it at the top of her lungs.

God, I wish that you had thought this through

Before I went and fell in love with you

[…]

Don't you dare forget about the way

You betrayed me

And I know that you'll never feel sorry

For the way I hurt, yeah

[…]

Loved you at your worst, but that didn't matter

[…]

Guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor.

«I love you, Rogers.. I really do.» she whispered to herself before washing her face with hot water and relax her tensed muscles.

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Steve’s bike got fixed and he rushed home, with guilt that wouldn’t leave him.

On his way home, he had made a decision, to leave her wife so he could spend the rest of his days with Y/n, his true love.

«I’m back!» shouted Rogers approaching the rooms reserved for his family.

«Finally, Bex and Har thought you were lost.» said Sharon hugging his husband, without getting a hug in response.

«What’s wrong with you, Stevie? Did something happen?» questioned the blonde.

«We need to talk.» He coldly replied.

The two went to the meeting room, surrounded by soundproof glass, and once inside, Steve confessed in full detail everything that had been and still was present between him and Y/n. He felt guilty, both about his children and his wife, but most of all he felt guilty about the girl he truly loved.

Sharon was shocked, not expecting it, however, she understood. Indeed, she had recently met a man who worked with her at SHIELD and they had started dating, but never sleeping together, for now.

They were playing with equal arms, both adulterers, both guilty of each other's suffering. Yet Sharon could not believe that all this time Steve had hidden this from her. She could understand weeks, months... but even years? And with two children in between?

After a heated argument, the two came to the conclusion that they had to break off their marriage.

Several days later, they decided to communicate the decision to their children, who, in understanding their father -Harrison in particular, who was happy for him- did not take it badly.

For her part, Sharon decided to leave the Avengers Compound and move back to her old home.

Steve and the children would remain living in the same place.

From that time on, Steve almost never called Y/n again; he wanted to wait until his divorce was official before contacting her again. Up to that point he had ignored her, and he felt terribly guilty.

He was aware that Y/n was suffering, but he promised himself that he would never make her feel bad again.

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It had been months since Y/n and Steve last had sex. A week after that event, Y/n began to experience strange symptoms, such as nausea and belly pain.Frightened, she decided to take a pregnancy test, which, to her surprise, came back positive.

Having had no relations with anyone other than Steve, the fetus in her womb could only be his.

However, Steve's estrangement pained her and not a little, but she still decided to keep the baby, who only after a couple of weeks turned out to have a twin.

And there she is, six months later, pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl. Captain America's children.

When Steve ran to Y/n to talk to her and tell her about the divorce, he almost had a stroke.

He felt his world come crashing down on him.

He could not think about Y/n being pregnant by another man.

«Y/n, I need to talk to you» Steve said as he approached the girl's bed, his head down.

«Talk, I'm listening. But then go away, I don't want to see you again» she replied annoyed, gently stroking her belly.

«Sharon and I got divorced» Steve confessed all of a sudden. That news made Y/n jolt; she had not expected it. Her heart missed beats and little tears of joy threatened to spill from her eyes.

«Steve tell me you're kidding, please» said Y/n almost shocked.

«I'm not kidding. I did it for the two of us.» He said as he approached the girl, helping her out of bed.

«Y/n I love you, I always have.» he said putting his hands on her hips, now big because of her baby bump, and pulled her close to kiss her.

She returned the kiss and began to cry with joy.

«I love you too, Rogers. I always have.»

She could not believe that this was happening. Steve, her Steve Rogers, was finally hers in his own right, and he was also the father of the children she was carrying.

All of a sudden, however, Steve broke away the kiss, and before Y/n could open his mouth, he lowered his gaze to the baby bump, caressing it.

«Who’s the father of the baby?» he asked in a sad tone.

«They're twins, Rogers -- a boy and a girl..» she began, not answering his question.

After minutes of silence, he opened his mouth to speak.

«Congratulations...and I'm sorry I left you alone, that was not my intent-» he spoke only to be abruptly interrupted.

«They’re your children, Steve. You're the father.» she confessed, placing her hands on the boy's, still firm on her baby bump, who was now smiling.

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