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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 · 19 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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iloveslasher · 6 months

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Attention

Avengers

I need help with finding a wattpad book on avengers x little!reader.

So I once read this fan fic of the avengers team which included: steve rogers, bucky barnes, Tony stark, pepper potts, Bruce banner,Thor odinson, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, vision, Clint barton and sam Wilson as the reader (who's named violet) caregivers.

Because Violet was used and abused so the avengers saved her and she at first felt nothing of her physical wounds but then the avengers told her that's not normal and got her looked at by bruce. And got her off the painkillers that her captor put her on.

One chapter has a protocol that she can't use the bathroom bc she is hurting her self by not being little so they kind of have to pressure her into being little.

Then loki and stephen stranger baby sit in one chapter. Which reveal that loki is also a little. Then there is carol as a little.

And another chapter where wanda and vision give violet schoollessons (bc she was capture really young and doesn't know hoe to write or read). Then they discover that Violet has dyslexia by telling her to go right and she takes a left, off of visions suspicions.

Also Steve and bucky are a pair and later violet starts dating Natasha and Natasha helps violet through her first period.

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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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boop-le-snoot · 2 years

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daddy lessons 2

this goes out for all my people who have dealt with shit on their own and feel uncomfortable reaching out & asking for help. and daddy issues, oh boy.

18+, mostly plot, at the end is a bisexual threeway with m/m action so proceed at your own discretion. daddy kink (duh) written all lowercase

"who's a needy baby today?" tony coos, stroking the side of your face - the only thing that is visible under the mountain of blankets you've surrounded yourself with.

the smell of his cologne, usually strong and smokey, coupled with the metallic tang of mechanical oil, penetrates the defenses you have put up against the world.

yet you chuff, and the blankets squirm with you in silent defiance. you're down on your luck, so miserable it makes you irritated and thus avoidant. it's always so inconvenient when things that are out of your control go wrong, and even more unreasonable is the time you have to spend like this - cocooned and withdrawn - to calm down.

your short fuse is both a curse and a blessing.

tony is smart. he waits out the first waves of annoyance and rides them out, stroking your cheek throughout your glaring. when he sees your shoulders - or at least the general area of them obscured by the blankets - droop, he takes the cue for what it is, unfurling the top layers of your fluffy shield, to snuggle in next to you.

"damn, you're toasty," he remarks casually as your skin scalds him even through his shirt and jeans. it makes the clothes go, quickly, and he is soon curled up with you in just his boxers as the blankets cover the two of you once more. "this is basically bulletproof," he adds, poking the blankets right over your stomach, "so, now it's us versus the world. very romantic, if i do say so myself."

you sigh, a long, quiet breath, letting your head drop on his shoulder. your nostrils flare as the smell of him invades your personal space bubble: almost hypnotized by it, you draw another, deeper, calmer breath. your fingers lightly scratch over the hair on his tummy, an absent-minded gesture of affection that is as soft as it is sweet.

"long day," you mumbled, finally, not wanting to test tony's patience too much. "some people are bilingual by default. they speak english and stupid."

tony's laugh is sweet and genuine, "don't i know it, baby girl."

you chuff again, sigh again and press your face into the crook of his neck, where his goatee scratches against your face, offering a familiar, grounding comfort.

"stupid is a liability, so kindly tell me who needs to get sacked. pretty please, with a cherry on top."

"it's not your people, it's steph's students," the edge creeps back into your voice as you are forced to recall the shouting match that happened a few hours earlier. you hate shouting and you hate stupidity and you hate people who can't follow simple instructions. "well, apprentices, but whatever. went toe to toe with three idiots, they didn't listen to a word i said and now one is in a coma, one has some sort of a soul curse or something and the third one just ran off. wong is pissed and my whole back is bruised."

the words come off angrier that you intend them to be, but anger offers a familiar comfort. it's certainly better than the fear you'd felt: first, standing your ground to three men with magic powers and afterwards, almost becoming collateral to an entity you couldn't even see, much less fight.

"come that by me again?" tony is still next to you and the twitching in his fingers makes you unbearably nervous.

"i was in the sanctum's library as usual and overheard those idiots talking, hell-bent on performing a small cleansing ritual. except i took latin in college and told them they're about to summon something. they didn't listen, of course."

"and your back?"

"got thrown against the shelves when it arrived. luckily wong was nearby and the shelf that fell on me took the brunt of their spells." you stated, sensing it in your bones that stephen had temporarily lost tony's favour - at least for the night. "and before you say it, stephen went to kamar-taj on urgent business. he's probably back at the sanctum right now and is trying to fix up those idiots so he can send them to jesus himself."

tony gave a weak, sarcastic chuckle, "if he won't, i will." hands smoothed over you chest, your stomach - tony's way of making sure you were safe, you were with him and whole. "turn around, i'll take a look at your back. i'm no doctor but..."

with a grunt, you untangled yourself from the blankets once more and gracelessly flopped onto your stomach. the heat of your skin met the cool air of the room as your shirt was promptly pulled up. face smushed against a pillow, you eyed tony's concerned expression as he traced something on your back.

"bruised, probably," you deduced by the downturn of his frown.

"looks like you were lashed," his brows furrowed. "magic and all that shit, no?"

"probably," you shrugged. a cool shower had eased most of the pain and keeping it warm afterwards had seemed to help lots.

most of your injuries were mental - the indignation at being dismissed by the apprentices as some sort of child, despite you spending so much time with the sorcerer supreme himself, you were pretty sure at this point you knew more than they did. at least in theory. at least linguistically you definitely did.

"when did you get home?" tony asked, reaching into the bedside table, rummaging around for a bottle of neutral lotion he kept there.

"round two, i think. took a cab."

"that was four hours ago," tony's eyes, wide and hurt, settled on your face as he gently massaged the lotion onto your wounds. "why didn't you tell j to get me?"

why didn't you?

"tones, i'm not gonna interrupt your sciencing for a boo-boo. i'm fine, just annoyed as fuck."

"quite obviously you're not fine. i'm a genius, I would know," the response was immediate.

"okay, maybe i'm very pissed," you emphasized, a slight twang of exasperation lacing the words.

satisfied with the state of your back, tony capped the lotion and tossed it aside, turning you over onto your back once more. a few stray curls hung over his face, curtaining the crease between his eyebrows and doing little to conceal sparks of worry and understanding etched deeply in his warm, brown eyes.

you could only squirm as tony's plump lips softly touched your nose.

"your little adventure sounds terrifying," he enunciated the word with venom, "fighting something once can't even see. something that, apparently, hates bookshelves and cute little bunnies. was it the devil?"

you know tony; you know that this is just his way of dealing with big feelings, his own or someone else's, and more importantly, you know that he knows it works on you. it thaws your heart every time, little by little. the corners of your mouth go up.

"you're the devil," your eyes are drawn to the sinful curve of his cupid's bow, the pink, moist flesh of his mouth.

as it opens into a wide, red grin, he leans into you and edges his face under your chin, biting down into your neck.

it tickles more than aches and you giggle, your first actual laugh since the incident.

tony lays into it, growling and rubbing his scratchy beard on your skin, leaving it raw and tender.

the trickle of your giggles is now a waterfall; as his hands join, softly skimming your sides, both of you succumb to the, perhaps, childish joy - but who are you to complain : the tension just evaporates, like muddy puddles in blazing july sunlight.

that's how you two miss the tell-tale whoosh noise of a portal opening right in your shared bedroom. stephen stays quiet, observing the activities with tired, but fond amusement, until the shriek you let out is south of the border of comfort-

"ahem," he says, lowly, enjoying the reaction as you and tony surface from the cuddle with hot cheeks and shining eyes.

"babe," tony falls onto his back, opening his arms wide, "we were just wondering if you would need bail money."

you scoot closer to tony, suddenly feeling awkward.

steph snorts, taking his time to untie and unlace the myriad of fastenings of his sorcerer attire, stretching as the heavy outer layers fall onto the back of a chair.

in the corner of your eye, you see the cloak dart to its favourite spot behind a houseplant, out of everyone's immediate sight and within an arm's reach of a window. evening sunlight seems to be a hit with the relic.

"i have very little idea of what happened, actually, and wong is still very much aggravated so i'd rather not risk my ass trying to find out," stephen's jovial tone has you and tony sharing a knowing look: it won't last long.

as the sorcerer departs for the shower, you shrug, "wong is really into his books."

as soon as stephen is out, tony opens his mouth without thinking.

"some of your scholars summoned a demon and it dropped some shelves on our bunny," he cringes a second after he blurts it out.

steph freezes mid-step, dark eyes scanning all over your form.

"pardon?"

"yea," you confirm meekly, discreetly elbowing tony in the gut.

he lets out a soft oof.

"are you okay?" something like panic briefly washes over stephen's face: it fades quickly, however, replaced by annoyance. he saunters over to you, dropping his towel, and slides in bed next to you, his warm, nude body resting against yours as his eyes scan over yours.

"her back's all weird," tony supplies, unhelpfully, and forces you to strip your shirt and turn your backside towards stephen.

"i'm fine, it doesn't hurt anymore," you protest, but know better than to move as stephen's fingers trace the linear markings and the odd bruise.

stephen curses as he demands you tell the details of the incident, again. and maybe you do, in a bit more detail than before, and maybe tony joins in on the cursing.

your face is ablaze, you're sure the heat emanating from it would be enough to keep the whole damn manhattan warm in the upcoming winter and something like unease, something heavy and sticky twists in your gut. any moment and stephen will chastise you - for not getting out as soon as you heard the idiots, for trying to intervene. the humiliation burns, too, of being reminded how much weaker you are, even than the worst, laziest scholar.

"you with us?" tony's concerned voice snaps you out of the zone.

"yea, sorry, zoned out."

"i should go and see if i can do anything about the consequences of the spell," stephen says, but makes no move to get up. "although i probably should cool down first. no point in doing all that work if i kill them all afterwards," his tone is humourless.

your hip under his fingers feels all the effects of his stress and his restraint. his hands are tense as they caress you, shaking the tiniest bit.

tony covers stephen's hand with his. both of them curl around you, strong and large limbs surrounding every inch of your body. like most nights, you don't need a blanket at all.

"why didn't you call me?" stephen's words tangle in your hair.

"i thought you were fighting some alien monstrosity," some honesty was offered from you.

stephen chuckles, "i'd get you home first. otherwise tony would pitch a fit."

"would not," the engineer immediately retorts, poking stephen in the belly.

"would too," the sorcerer rolls his eyes, catching the hand in his and bringing it up to his mouth to plant a loud smooch on it, effectively trapping you close between the two of them.

he's still tense and suddenly, you're very aware of his nudity and your own lack of attire. the tiny cotton panties barely provide any cover from tony's naturally hot, bulky body heating your front; you feel the direct result of stephen's tension beginning to poke at the low of your back.

he's a gentleman about it, though, so he adjusts himself for it to rest comfortably between the cheeks of your ass. the mewl that escapes you at the feeling is embarrassing, but considerably less so when a responding rumble makes way outta stephen's mouth and into tony's.

it's difficult to refrain from diving head-first into your arousal when the men beside you simultaneously reach out to lock their lips in a slow, heated kiss that leaves them with puffy lips and hooded eyes.

"fuck," you mumble, because is there? anything else? to say?

tony's mouth is now on you and stephen is pulling your panties down your legs, sliding his hard, heavy cock between your thighs and his fingers between your outer lips, toying with your clit slowly as tony fucks your mouth with his tongue.

long and slender, stephen's fingers play your taut strings with surgical precision. slick leaks from you and onto your thighs, aiding in the languid, lazy strokes of his cock against them, huffs of lust leaving his mouth when the sensitive tip brushes over your hole. it collects more and more moisture, your orgasm at a deliciously convenient distance.

for now.

you palm tony's erection, clumsily reaching into his boxers, helping him to pull them down, toying with his heavy balls, the two of you swallowing each other's moans and gasps.

as the blunt tip of stephen's cock snags a little too sweet, a little too steady, almost dipping into your cunt, you let out a pathetic, desperate whine, acutely conveying the emptiness insider of you.

"daddy's got you," stephen rumbles, rolling over onto his back and grabbing you with him. it's an easy job for a man his size.

you rest comfortably, back to his chest, as the tip of his cock aims directly for your entrance, breaching it with little resistance due to the copious amounts of sweet, sweet arousal coming from you.

briefly, you grunt, letting your eyes slide shut and body do a full reset.

tony's shuffling gets lost in your attempts to steady your breathing: stephen is filling you, stretching you, but not moving. it's all too much but it's not enough. your feet planted on his thighs, you try to seek friction but another pair of hands on your hips stops you.

hot breath tickles the inside of your thigh as you and stephen emit a choked moan in unison: tony's tongue slides up the shaft of stephen's cock and curls over your clit, a sensation that makes your hackles rise and your pussy clench and gush in desperation.

your eyes are still closed but you swear you can see tony's cheeky grin as clear as day: the mischievous sparkle in his eyes as he bends down and licks again, keeping you and stephen steady with his hands on your hips. tony's mouth is a devil of its own, your own personal brand of torture.

stephen grips you, a tell-tale sign of his self-control crumbling; the flutters of your cunt around the tip of his cock and tony's mouth lapping up your juices as they drip down his shaft are surely driving the sorcerer mad in more ways than possible.

tony sucks on your clit just right, flicks it with determination and you feel your legs shake: your cunt grips at stephen's cock with vigour now, contractions almost rhythmic.

"she's gonna come," stephen says, a breathless chuckle.

tony just hums, keeping up the pace and-

yes, you do. bucking your hips helplessly, no match for the iron grips of your men.

as soon as it starts, tony withdraws, letting stephen pound into you with all his might: like that, the original orgasm blends into another one, or something else, you can't tell.

there's drool running down the corner of your slack mouth, open moans reduced to mere whimpers.

stephen's cum is hot and abundant as it floods your cunt, bringing a sense of fulfillment none other can bring. well, maybe...

"hold her open for me?" tony asks as stephen comes down from his high.

you feel his dopey smile in his movements. the way he slides out of you, grabs hold of your legs and opens your swollen, leaking cunt to tony's prying eyes. you can't help but shudder.

the blunt tip of tony's cock slides in even easier; stephen is longer, but tony is thicker. the stretch is pleasant, the little bit of extra friction just on the side of overstim. as tony grabs your legs and begins to move, fluid, practiced strokes that aim at your special spot, stephen's hands wander to palm your neglected tits.

you mewl some more, louder, higher, with some pet names and obsceneties thrown in this time.

"bunny's got all up in her head today," tony's voice drops, gravelly. "and that's okay, we'll fuck all those silly little thoughts out of you, won't we?"

stephen laughs good-naturedly, pinching your pebbled nipples, "yes, we will, baby."

tony does just that.

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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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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

1,233 words

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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