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pinkthick · 5 months

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Was wondering if I could get a story with

Defender Strange

With fluff prompt

#13

Please and thanks.

Hii, hope you’re doing well. <3

Prompt #13 “Sorry for borrowing your clothes" "Dont be. You look great in them"

Good morning sleepyhead

Pairing: Defender!Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader

Wong & Fem!Reader

Summary: Stephen chuckled, selecting a dark-blue shirt from the closet and some black jeans. "I'll keep that in mind for next time.”

Y/N shifted in the plush bed, feeling the warmth of the morning sun filtering through the Sanctum Sanctorum's windows. As the soft sounds of the New York City outside reached her ears, she realized she was alone in bed. The memory of her first night with Stephen Strange made her smile, but the soreness in her muscles kept her from getting up just yet.

The rhythmic sound of running water signaled that Stephen was in the shower. Y/N relished the quiet moment, taking in the magical atmosphere of the ancient place. The room was adorned with mystical artifacts, and the air carried a hint of enchantment.

She considered joining Stephen in the shower, but the allure of the comfortable bed held her back. Instead, she closed her eyes, savoring the memories of the night before – the shared laughter, whispered secrets, and the tender moments that unfolded in the dimly lit room.

Lost in thought, Y/N heard the shower turn off. A few moments later, Stephen emerged, a towel wrapped around his waist. He caught sight of Y/N, a fond smile playing on his lips.

"Good morning, sleepyhead" he greeted, his voice a soothing melody.

Y/N couldn't help but smile “Morning” she replied, her voice still husky with sleep.

Stephen deftly gathered his long strands of hair, a casual focus in his eyes as he fashioned a loose man bun. Y/N observed the graceful motions, enjoying the intimate simplicity of the moment. "Are your muscles still sore?" he inquired, his gaze shifting to the closet where he contemplated his wardrobe choices.

Y/N nodded, wincing slightly as she attempted to stretch. "Unfortunately yes. Though your attempt at a lavender bath did work wonders."

Stephen chuckled, selecting a dark-blue shirt from the closet and some black jeans. "I'll keep that in mind for next time.”

"Next time?" Y/N queried, a playful glint in her eyes as she watched Stephen shrug nonchalantly. He began to dress himself, the play of muscles beneath his skin catching her attention. “You’re stuck with me, wether you like it or not now.” he replied, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

As Y/N gingerly got up from the bed, she winced slightly, prompting a concerned look from Stephen. "You sure you're okay?"

"Just a bit stiff," she reassured him, grabbing his white T-shirt from the bed. Y/N clad in Stephen's oversized T-shirt, tiptoed to him and wrapped her arms around him from behind. As he met her eyes in the mirror, a warm smile spread across his face.

"You're wearing my T-shirt," he remarked, a hint of amusement in his tone.

She grinned, resting her head against his back. "Sorry for borrowing your clothes. They’re just too cozy to resist, and it smells like you. I might keep it." Stephen turned to face her, his hands finding hers. "Consider it a permanent loan then.”

“I might.” The air between them crackled with a shared warmth, and without a word, Stephen leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss on Y/N's lips. It was a gentle exchange, a testament to the unspoken connection that had grown between them.

As they pulled away, Y/N met Stephen's gaze, her eyes reflecting the quiet intensity of their bond. The doctor looked at her with a soft gaze, his eyes reflecting a depth of affection. Sensing the intensity of his stare, Y/N playfully tried to slip away, but his arms gently pulled her back into an embrace. “I like seeing you in my shirts. It's a good look."

"You're a sap," Y/N teased, looking up at Stephen with affection dancing in her eyes.

He leaned down, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "I just said what I thought."

Y/N playfully kissed his chin. "You know what I'm thinking?"Stephen hummed, a knowing glint in his eyes.

"Breakfast at that new local," she suggested, a grin spreading across her face.

Stephen nodded in agreement to breakfast, but their plans were interrupted as Wong made a sudden entrance through a portal.

"Stephen—Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't—. Y/N, it's good to see you!" Wong greeted, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Stephen swiftly moved to cover Y/N, who was caught in a moment of indecency with his borrowed T-shirt. Y/N, blushing furiously, managed a greeting, "Hi, Wong. Nice to see you too."

"Wong, a bit of privacy, please?" Stephen asked a bit irritated. But Wong just chuckled, averting his gaze. "My apologies. I'll give you two a moment to finish getting ready. But Stephen, we have some matters to discuss in the library.”

As the portal closed behind Wong, Y/N let out a nervous laugh. "Well, that was unexpected." But Stephen sighed at the mention of matters to attend to, his fingers absentmindedly playing with a strand of Y/N's hair. Sensing his reluctance, Y/N offered a reassuring smile.

"It's okay, I don't mind," she said, understanding the responsibilities that came with his role as the Sorcerer Supreme. "We can have lunch later. Duty calls, right?"

He nodded, grateful for her understanding. "Thank you. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

Notes: Not sure if I should write them longer, don’t feel like it tbh but i’ll see. I’m still on this trip so it depends when I’ll post the other requests.

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ironstrange1991 · 28 days

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You're My Comfort

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: The reader has a bad day at work and Stephen comes to take care of her.

Word Cont: 2,1k

Warnings: None, just fluff.

A/N: I am still struggling with authors block, but I'm happy for finishing this little something. It's not much, but I was in need of a comfort fic. Hope your guys like it and have a good read.

You arrived from work without even realizing how you managed to drive home. Stephen was busy talking to some Avengers in the living room and you just walked past them up the stairs and straight to your shared room.

You were too tired to even get undressed even though you knew you would feel better after a shower, but still all you could do was kick off your shoes and fall face down on the bed letting a wave of silent crying take over you.

You were tired of your job, tired of the way your boss seemed to suck out your soul along with all your energy, but at the same time you felt bad for feeling that way. After all, you should be grateful to have a job in the first place, or at least you should be grateful that your job doesn't put you in danger or be as physically draining as Stephen's. You lost count of how many times he came home injured and yet he never complained. You on the other hand, seemed like a crying little girl and thinking that way only made you feel even worse and it was a vicious cycle that you couldn't get out of. Feeling bad about feeling bad and so on.

You were still face down, tears silently streaming down your face, when you heard the soft creak of the door opening and closing and the muffled sound of boots on the floor announcing the approaching footsteps. You immediately turned your face away because you didn't want Stephen to notice you were crying and then you felt the mattress dipping.

He touched your arm gently.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" His baritone voice held a note of concern.

You didn't answer, you just shrugged your shoulders like you did when you were a child and your mother asked why you were crying. Many times you didn't even know why you were crying, but you cried anyway and that was exactly how you felt today.

You felt his hand on your head stroking your hair gently and before he could say anything, you crawled closer to him and laid your head on his lap wrapping your arms around his waist. He seemed to like it because his body shook with what you thought was a small laugh. Contrary to what your irrational side told you, Stephen didn't care about your anxiety crisis or those moments where you couldn't say exactly what was happening. He was already used to dealing with your fluctuating moods.

"Can you at least tell me you're okay, so I don't worry?" He asked and you nodded.

"You're okay then. Nothing bad happened?" He insisted and you nodded again.

"Good." He continued stroking your hair in silence.

"I know I've been working a lot these last few days, but if that's what's making you upset..."

"It's not that." You replied with a choked voice. Of course he would find a way to blame himself. When Stephen learned to be less selfish and egocentric, he simply turned completely the other way and became extremely altruistic, which you didn't like, much less approve of.

"Then talk to me, sweetheart. I don't like seeing you like this." His hand had now gone down to the middle of your back, playing with the strands of your hair.

"I'm just tired, I guess."

He sighed "You think so? Y/n you've been working non-stop for the last few weeks."

"There was nothing else to do. You weren't here most of the time and the company needed me."

You can almost see Stephen's eyes rolling back in his head. "They like to take advantage of you, that's what. You're too good for them."

You did not answer. You knew he was right, but you didn't want to give in. He returned his hands to your head and began to caress your scalp with his fingertips lightly and you let out an involuntary groan.

"Feels good, uh?" You could hear the smirk in his voice. Always so proud that he managed to turn you into a puddle of goo whenever he touched you.

"I'm exhausted. I need to sleep. I barely slept at all last night." You confessed to what he vehemently rebuked.

"You know I don't like seeing you in this state. You need to take better care of yourself."

You shook your head. "Right now I don't think I can take care of myself at all. I'm too tired."

He chuckled, surrendering to your charm and drama.

"Do you want me to run a bath for you or would you prefer the shower?"

He asked, already running his fingers through your hair to get it out of your face. He did his best to tie them into a bun.

"You will stay with me?"

"If you want. But you know where this is going to take us, don't you?"

You denied "No funny business tonight. I'm too tired."

He hummed "As you wish, love. Come."

He patted your shoulder for you to allow him to stand up and extended his arms to help you up.

"Too tired to walk." You grumbled and he let out a small laugh.

"Come on. I'll carry you, little girl."

You found somewhere within you the strength to smile and tease him, "Yes, daddy."

He scoffed, but picked you up bride style and took you to the bathroom. He sat you on the toilet and ordered "Raise your arms. Let's take these clothes off."

You obeyed and let yourself be undressed by him slowly. It was different. Although he was used to ripping off your clothes and fucking you senseless, in that moment he was actually being gentle and there was nothing in his eyes but affection.

"Get up so we can take off that skirt." He asked and you did as he ordered. He took off your panties too, leaving you completely naked for him. A light shade of red tinting your cheeks.

"Bathtub or shower?" He asked to be sure and added it right after. "There's no way I'm leaving your side."

You nodded "Bathtub. With lavender and bubbles. Lots of bubbles."

He nodded, but instead of doing the whole process like a normal person, he moved his fingers and the bathtub filled with hot water. With a smirk he snapped his fingers and the water turned lilac and your nostrils were invaded by the delicious smell of lavender as you watched the water fill with foam. "As you wish, madam. Come."

He gave you his hand and helped you get into the tub, and you moaned contentedly with the feeling of the hot water surrounding your body.

He quickly undressed in front of you and that was a sight you would never get used to. Your eyes devoured every inch of his body before he entered the bathtub and sat right behind you.

He moaned softly as well letting the hot water relax him completely.

"Christ, I needed this." He confessed and you leaned your back against his chest feeling yourself being hugged by his strong arms and you leaned your head back letting your eyes close for a minute.

"What a shitty day I had" You blurted out, earning a small laugh from Stephen.

"It is not funny"

He buried his face in your hair, "I know. Want to tell me about it?"

You sighed, "Nothing out of the ordinary happened. I think I'm just tired of that environment, those people. Of doing the work of two or three and not getting any recognition for it. I'm tired of leaving that place feeling empty as if I had left my soul there."

Stephen listened in silence. He was good at that, at listening silently and letting you vent. It was one of his many qualities.

"And I feel bad for feeling this way. It feels like I'm being ungrateful. I know I should be grateful for being in a job in the first place, but I can't feel grateful right now and on top of that I feel silly complaining about my silly problems when you have to deal with so much..."

"Hey, don't do that!" Stephen scolded you. "Don't belittle your problems by comparing them to the things I do. It's not fair. Your feelings are valid, sweetheart and there's nothing wrong with feeling the way you're feeling right now. We just need to think of a way to make it better because I've noticed that this days when your come home like this have become more constant. You're always too tired and sad and I don't like seeing you like that."

You sighed feeling his lips on your neck and your skin prickling.

"I think I just need to stop thinking for a few minutes. My mind is my worst enemy, you know. The more I think the worse I feel."

Stephen hummed and continued placing kisses on your neck "I can help with that." His hands went down to your breasts, caressing them lightly.

"I said no funny business." You scolded him and he giggled softly and you felt him conjure up a soft sponge still under the water and started rubbing your back and neck with it. You can't stop a little moan from escaping your lips.

"I don't deserve you, Steph." You confessed to what he hummed, using the sponge to rub your arms, your belly, your thighs, every place he could reach.

"I usually think the same thing when you take care of me."

"Guess we don't deserve each other then." You teased.

"Or we were made for each other. I like this option better."

"Because you're a romantic. You want to be tough, but deep down you're soft, Stephen."

He let out an incredulous laugh "I've been called many things, but romantic is the first time."

You smiled, keeping your eyes closed and reveling in the touch of his hands when he puts down the sponge and started massaging your shoulders gently. His hand was shaking, but you even liked that feeling.

"You're different with me." You insisted. "I watch you with everyone else and you're different when you're with me, sweeter and more affectionate."

He hummed petulantly. "You didn't expect me to treat Stark and Wong the way I treat my girlfriend, right?"

"It's not that. I just think you allow yourself to be your most natural self when you're with me and I like that."

"I like it too." He agreed kissing the back of your neck.

The two of you were silent for a few minutes, his hands continued massaging your shoulders lightly and although he couldn't put too much pressure on the act, it was enough to relax you. The sound of cars passing on the street occasionally broke the silence of the Sanctum, as well as the sound of the water that was slowly cooling and his calm and steady breathing.

Eventually your eyes started to get heavy and Stephen must have felt the way you let the weight of your body rest on his because he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed the top of your head.

"Are you feeling better?" He asked genuinely worried.

You hummed positively and he sighed looking relieved.

"Good. Now I think we can finish here and go straight to bed, what do you think?"

You didn't have time to respond because your stomach growled embarrassingly loud to which Stephen let out a small laugh.

"Food first, then. Come." He asked and the two of you got out of the tub.

When you finished getting dressed, Stephen in just pajama pants and you in a nightgown, you ran to get under the covers and get comfortable.

"I'll get you something to eat. How about a sandwich?"

You nodded and then asked "What did you have for dinner?"

He shook his head "To be honest, I didn’t even remember to eat. It was a pretty busy afternoon."

You scolded him with a look, "Then I guess you can bring sandwiches for both of us."

Stephen nodded.

He came back a few minutes later with a plate with some sandwiches cut in halves, which you quickly devoured. When you both finished, neither of you was willing to get up, so Stephen just placed the plate on the bedside table and adjusted himself on the pillows, letting you lay on his chest.

"I know I've said this before, but you're so good to me, Steph."

He sighed, stroking your arm gently.

"I love you." You said, closing your eyes and feeling the tiredness of the day overwhelm you.

Stephen placed a kiss on the top of her head. "Taking care of you is what I love doing most, sweetheart. I love you. You have no idea how much."

You hummed softly "Yes I do because I love you just the same."

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winsteria · 2 years

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This post contains fanfic recommendations for Sherlock Holmes (BBC) and Stephen Strange and his variants. I thought it would be nice to share and recommend to all of you the fics that I love! <3

Note: Most of the recommended fics are fluff, but there will be some angst too. Fics that contain smut will be marked with (S), so for those who don't read them can be aware.

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STEPHEN STRANGE

➥ Doctor Strange

✦ Karaoke Night by @annesthaeticc

✦ Uncle Stephen by @writingliv

✦ Musée de l'Orangerie by writingliv

✦ Glimpse of Us by writingliv

✦ Paper Hearts (Series) by @classickook

✦ All I Ask (Part 1) by @brunchable

➥ All I Want (Part 2) by brunchable

➥ One Dance (Last Part) by brunchable

✦ Can't Love You in the Dark by (Part 1) by brunchable

➥ Can't Love You in the Dark by (Part 2) by brunchable

➥ (S) Can't Love You in the Dark by (Part 3) by brunchable

✦ A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be (Mini-series) by brunchable

✦ Karaoke Confessions by @getlostsquidward

✦ Annoying by @spookyspecterino

➥ Defender Strange

✦ Wardrobe Mix Up by @lykaonimagines

✦ Give Me The Reason by lykaonimagines

➥ Sinister Strange

✦ Notes & Letters by lykaonimagines

✦ Actions Speak Louder by @geeky-politics-46

➥ Supreme Strange

✦ My One Constant by lykaonimagines

✦ Something Interesting by lykaonimagines

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✦ Touch Starved by @starks-hero

✦ Comfort by starks-hero

✦ Deep Water by starks-hero

✦ Dinner With the Family by starks-hero

✦ Danger Night's by starks-hero

✦ Different by starks-hero

✦ Sentiment by starks-hero

✦ I'm Here by starks-hero

✦ Meet the Parents by starks-hero

✦ His Remedy by starks-hero

✦ Darling It's Cold Outside by starks-hero

✦ Always On My Mind by starks-hero

✦ Christmas by @geeks-universe

✦ Bedside Manners by @luxwritesfanfic

✦ Don't Take The Money by luxwritesfanfic

✦ Missed You by @sherlockxreader

✦ The Case of the Unread Article by sherlockxreader

✦ I Want One by @victoriaholmeswriting

✦ The Holmes Family by victoriaholmeswriting

✦ Corpses and Roses by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds

✦ Iridescence: A Composition by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds

✦ Soulmates by writingliv

✦ Night Terror by @fandom-puff

✦ The Feeling Is Mutual by classickook

✦ Safe In Your Arms by classickook

✦ ILY by annesthaeticc

✦ Puppy Luv by annesthaeticc

✦ Bad Hair Day by annesthaeticc

✦ Here Comes The Sun by @aephereal

✦ Pancakes by aephereal

✦ Late Nights & Violins by @daydreamtofiction

✦ Consequences by @theconsultingdetectiveswife

✦ Limerence by @galactic-academia

✦ Spiraling by @stupidthoughtsinwriting

✦ Morning Light by lykaonimagines

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ghostlyfanparadise · 10 months

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classickook · 2 years

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in the afterglow | defender strange

pairing: defender strange x fem!reader

summary: when the sanctum’s seals malfunction, coating your home in a blanket of white, stephen offers an unexpected remedy to heat you back up.

warnings: smut (18+), kissing, cockwarming, p in v sex, creampie, swearing, stephen is a bit of a soft!dom here

word count: 2.9k

a/n: there's basically no plot to this so enjoy the smut, besties! i’ll probably go back and edit later lol

your morning did not start off well.

apparently one of the seals to the rotunda of gateways had malfunctioned—how? you had no idea—and of course it had to be the very door that lead to siberia where a blistering storm of sharp ice crystals and blizzarding flakes charged their way into the sanctum and swept across every surface.

stephen had checked the series of doors as soon as he (literally) caught wind of the slip-up and recast the seals, ensuring they were done correctly, but it was too late. the sanctum was a winter wonderland in the middle of summer and there was no way to speed along the melting process as there was far too much snow and ice that coated the furniture, walls, and floorboards.

stephen requested wong’s assistance to cast every spell known to the mystic arts in an attempt to return the sanctum back to normal, but it appeared there was only so much magic could do.

you would have to wait, the normal way, for the ice to melt.

what was the point of magic if it couldn’t solve all of your problems?

after hours upon hours of useless attempts, stephen had finally relieved wong of his duties and encouraged him to return to kamar-taj until the sanctum’s seals were firmly restored and the ice had melted. as sorcerer supreme, stephen shouldered the responsibility of monitoring the sanctum in the meantime. he had offered the same option to you, suggesting that the warmth and comfort of kamar-taj would be far more pleasant than the frosty tundra of the sanctum, but you insisted on staying with him.

stephen allowed you to stay, though he worried about you being too cold or possibly developing hypothermia the longer you were exposed to such icy temperatures. you had teased that you were lucky to be dating a doctor, but he didn’t seem to find the joke very amusing when it was at the expense of your health and safety.

he chose for the two of you to spend the remainder of the day in your shared bedroom, the sorcerer anxiously flitting about and making adjustments to ensure it would be as comfortable as possible, given the circumstances.

a scarred hand waved over the fireplace until the wooden logs sparked to life, igniting a warm glow throughout the room that fought its way past the arctic environment. he also conjured up a bowl of steaming soup and mug of hot liquid that smelled faintly of hot chocolate for you in an effort to at least warm up your belly. you smiled at the gesture and at the way he fretted over your well-being.

doctor stephen strange, master of the mystic arts, sorcerer supreme, and member of the defenders was a total sweetheart.

even after downing both the soup and hot chocolate, it still wasn’t enough to heat you up completely, the after effects only lasting so long.

“still cold?” stephen asked from his armchair. he had positioned it in front of the fireplace along with the sofa you were currently lying on, but it wasn’t quite enough.

you nodded in answer to his question, noticeably shivering despite the oversized blanket draped over your shoulders.

he pouted in thought before an idea popped into his head. “let me warm you up then,” he said with a conspiratorial grin as he stretched out his arms and beckoned you toward him. “come here, sweet girl.”

you tightened the blanket around your figure as you stood from the sofa and crept your way across the cold floorboards until you reached stephen’s chair. you shivered again as you waited for him to instruct you on what to do next. “well?” you asked, teeth chattering audibly.

“come here,” he repeated, spreading his legs to you and then patting his lap expectantly.

you arched a brow but did as he said, moving closer until you stood between his legs. you balanced your hands on his shoulders as you positioned your thighs on either side of him, easing down onto his lap while his scarred hands guided you with gentle touches against the backs of your thighs. his head tilted back to watch you, his cerulean eyes intense and unwavering. once you settled onto him, stephen then wrapped your blanket over the two of you, forming a sort of cocoon of warmth and safety around you as your body hunched into his.

he experimentally rocked his hips up into you and you released a shaky breath as you felt the hardening bulge between his thighs brush against your clothed slit.

“that’s my good girl,” he murmurmed. “do you trust me?”

you nodded, the top of your head just barely visible from where you were nestled beneath the blanket.

“good,” stephen said with an affectionate laugh as he began to untie the strings of your sweatpants, “i’ll warm you right up.”

“how are you going to do that?”

his lips twitched at the corners. “i might have an idea. lift your hips for me, baby.”

you did as he instructed, rising just enough for him to slide your sweatpants and panties down in one swift motion. your cunt clenched as the cold air nipped at your skin, feeling wholly exposed and even colder than before. “how is this going to warm me up?” you whined.

“patience,” he said before pushing down his own pants, his cock springing free from the confines of his underwear, until the two of you were bare at the waists. his hands spread your legs open as he pulled you onto him, a sharp hiss pushing past your clenched teeth at feeling his hardened cock nudging at your entrance. “trust me,” he coaxed gently. stephen then thumbed at your clit, his fingers surprisingly warm as he played with you, loosening your muscles against the frostiness of the air. “feel okay?”

you bit your lip and nodded silently, relaxing your abdominals as you felt him slide past your walls and stretch you open. the ministrations of his fingers against your clit must have done the trick because he easily slid inside you without any trouble or discomfort. he was always so fucking good with his fingers; he could turn you into a puddle of goo within seconds, it seemed.

“mmm,” you hummed as your eyes fluttered closed, basking in the warmth that started to unfurl in your lower belly. “feels really good, stephen.”

“good,” he said, obviously pleased from the way the skin beneath his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled at you. he gently grasped your chin between his thumb and index finger, beckoning you down to meet his awaiting lips. he pressed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling back with a frown. “your lips are freezing, baby.”

“warm them up then, doctor,” you said teasingly, referring back to his earlier statement.

he playfully nipped at your chin before slotting his mouth against yours, his lips surprisingly soft and warm despite the sanctum’s frigid temperatures. his tongue slipped past the seam of your lips and delved inside, licking into your mouth and eliciting a delicious heat to spread throughout your body.

“how are you so warm?” you murmured against his mouth, tightening your grip on him and bringing your body as close to him as humanly possible.

“i might have used a few spells to help,” he said with a mischievous grin. “anything i can do to warm you up.” he adjusted his hold on you, coaxing your limbs to wrap around him. “just think of me as your personal heater.”

you hummed as you tucked your hands beneath his shirt to soak up his body heat.

in turn, stephen’s hands crept beneath your sweater to make contact with the soft skin of your back, the rough calluses and scars scratching lightly, though not painfully, as he rubbed circles along your back in an effort to spread more warmth into your frigid form. you felt a twinge of heat radiating off of his palms, far warmer than what would be considered normal, especially given the circumstances, so you assumed he was using some sort of heating spell. maybe magic was good for something, after all.

your cunt stretched around him and you basked in the feeling of his cock filling you up, stuffing you completely until your walls quivered and squeezed him further inside, locking him into place. you had never been this intimate with him before. sure, the two of you have had sex numerous times, but this was something entirely different; instead of fucking each other to completion, you moved soft and slow, barely doing anything, actually.

stephen groaned as you subconsciously clenched around him. “you feel so fucking good, baby.”

“so do you.”

he breathed out a laugh, rubbing your hips and then pinching you there lightly.

you peered up at him from where you were tucked into his side, admiring the mole on the column of his throat and the sharp angle of his jaw on display thanks to his ponytail. you certainly liked the style, especially tugging on it playfully (or not so playfully), but you would always prefer his hair loose. decidedly, you reached up to release his ponytail, the salt and pepper hair you loved so much falling to his shoulders like glistening silk, and then secured the hair tie around your wrist.

he chuckled at your antics, the sound of it shooting down your spine. “better?”

you nodded into the crook of his neck, smiling to yourself as his hair brushed against your cheek.

you basked in the comfort that he offered you, feeling warm with him buried inside you and wrapped around you—up until he shifted his hips without warning, that is. you rolled your hips in retaliation, but moaned at the sensation, wanting to rock against him even further until all you could feel was him.

he tsked softly. “hold still, baby.”

“stephen, i can’t—”

“yes, you can,” he cooed in your ear. “my baby can do anything, can’t she?” his teeth left blossoms of purple and pink along the underside of your jaw as he nipped and sucked at your skin. “my sweet girl,” he rasped.

“please, stephen.”

“please what, baby? not warm enough yet?”

you shook your head against his shoulder.

“use your words,” he chided you. “what do you want, sweet girl?”

“want you to warm me up,” you mumbled.

“and how would you like me to do that?”

you chewed at your bottom lip. “i want you to make me cum.” your cheeks flamed at being so openly vocal about what you wanted him to do to you. you weren’t used to it, but stephen would always want to hear you say it, nonetheless.

“what was that?” he asked cheekily. you knew he heard you the first time, smug bastard.

“make me cum, stephen.”

“good girl,” he said proudly, then lifted your hips off of him until he was almost completely out of you before guiding you back down, rolling his cock into your wet heat in lazy strokes. you moaned as he moved you to rock against his lap, doing all the work while repetitively pulling you up and down, his hips lifting to meet you, sinking further into your cunt each time.

this wasn’t fucking, you realized in your blissed-out state; stephen was making love to you, taking time to worship your body, achingly slow and sweet. you couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your face.

“what is it?” stephen asked, speaking past the deep groan rising in his throat at feeling you so tight and warm around him.

“nothing,” you breathed.

“tell me, baby.”

you bit your lip. “you’re making love to me,” you admitted sheepishly.

stephen’s hips paused, his cock twitching inside of you. “i always make love to you.”

you shook your head. “this is different. i can’t explain it, but it feels different.”

“good different?” he asked with an almost nervous edge to his voice.

you hummed in agreement. “a very good different,” you confirmed, leaning forward to press your lips against his. “i love you, stephen.”

you felt him smile into the kiss. “i love you, too, sweet girl,” he replied, and it tasted like honey on your tongue.

your hips stuttered as if paying no mind to the heart-to-heart you were having with stephen. his grip on you tightened in response. “please make me cum, stephen,” you repeated against his lips.

the corner of his mouth pulled up into a smirk. “gladly.” he continued his ministrations, hands gripping your hipbones as he shifted his hips up into yours.

your mouth opened in silent pleasure, loving every second of what he was doing to you, feeling your orgasm quickly approaching as he gradually sped up the pace. “stephen—”

“that’s it,” he cooed. “that’s a good girl. cum on my cock, baby. show me just how good i’m making you feel.”

a low moan bubbled its way up your throat at his words and the way he was moving inside you, his cock kissing your cervix as he breached the spongy tissue that always made you see stars.

with one final stroke, a flash of white suddenly clouded your vision as heat rushed from the roots of your hair to the tips of your toes. “fuck, stephen,” you whined pathetically and tugged on his hair in an effort to ground yourself.

your orgasm didn’t rip through you like a vicious current as it usually did when the two of you had sex, this time, it felt like the steady climb up a hill, creeping its way up to the top until it surpassed the peak and glided back down in sweet relief.

stephen quickly followed right after, a deep groan pushing past his lips and the vibration of it rumbled against your chest as you felt your combined arousal leak out of your cunt from where he was stuffing you full, cum dripping from between your legs onto the chair beneath you.

the sound of stuttered panting and the squelching of your joined bodies filled the otherwise silent room. “god, y/n,” he choked out, “you’re so fucking perfect. look at that,” he said, tipping your chin down to glance at where the two of you were connected and how his cum pooled between the cradle of your thighs.

heat crept up your neck and into your cheeks at the obscenity of it, but your cunt clenched once your brain caught up and processed what you were looking at.

obviously, stephen felt that. “fuck,” he hissed as you clenched around him again. his cock had already started to soften inside of you as the two of you settled in the afterglow of your orgasms, but you still felt so full of him, like he was touching every inch of you, and your body ached for him to move again; your brain, however, wasn’t quite up to it.

your eyelashes fluttered against the tops of your cheeks as your vision grew foggy in your blissed-out state. “sorry,” you said sheepishly, ducking your head beneath his chin.

he chuckled into your hair. “don’t apologize, baby. just give me a few minutes.”

you quietly giggled into the crook of his neck as you relaxed into him, releasing a sigh of contented relief. “i don’t think i can go again. ‘m too sleepy.” your eyes fluttered closed as drowsiness settled over you.

“yeah? you tired?” the deep baritone of his voice brushed against the shell of your ear.

you silently nodded, lovingly rubbing your cheek against the scruff of his beard.

“ready to go to bed, then?”

your head shook back and forth this time. “don’t wanna leave you,” you mumbled as you lazily clung onto his neck with your remaining energy. you felt completely relaxed and drained, ready to be coaxed to sleep but not wanting to be separated from him.

stephen chuckled before standing from his chair, arms tucked under your bare ass as he coaxed your legs to wrap around him, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs, his cock still buried deep inside you, eliciting a sleepy whine to escape your lips.

“it’s okay, i’ve got you.” he somehow managed to walk the two of you over to the bed, flicking his fingers in a quick motion that pulled the sheets and blankets down, the soft material looking so inviting to your spent form.

he sat on the edge of the bed with you still attached to his lap. you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck and sighed sleepily. “i have to clean you up, baby,” he whispered in your ear.

you barely managed to hum in response, but he took it as a sign to continue. he gently pulled out of you, eliciting a hiss from you once the heat of him was gone, but he quickly replaced it with a warm cloth, wiping away the mess before tucking you beneath the covers. he snuggled up behind you and wrapped a strong arm around your waist, fingers lightly tracing along the sensitive skin of your belly and kissing your shoulder.

“warm enough now?” he asked softly.

you nodded, hair brushing across your pillow as sleep pulled you in, the snowy landscape of the sanctum long forgotten now that you were blissfully warmed by your coupling, the crackling fireplace, and the arms of your lover.

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Last Updated: 2024-01-19

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Dr. Stephen Strange stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

✑ Affection by lykaonimagines • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "...Stephen's jealousy gets the best of him while watching his wife teach a combat class..."

✑ Anything for My Girls by pinkthick • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "Stephen is more than willing to satisfy his wife's cravings when [you] wakes up in the middle of the night due to [your] restless baby."

✑ Fair Play by ironstrange1991 • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When Stephen comes home early from work he is pleasantly surprised."

✑ Give Me the Reason by lykaonimagines • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "After a year of Stephen constantly prioritizing his work, [you] finally hits a breaking point in [your] relationship."

✑ Good Morning, My Love by ironstrange1991 • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "After a long day and night of work Stephen comes home to finding you sleeping in his bed cuddled with his pillow and he decides to compensate you by giving a special good morning."

✑ Into You by lykaonimagines • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "Things had seemed to be heading in a romantic direction between [you] and Stephen. [However,] since assuming his new role as Sorcerer Supreme, he felt more distant than ever before. Frustration and alcohol seem to have finally come up with the perfect solution to [your] problem."

✑ Let Me Take Care of You by ironstrange1991 • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When Stephen comes home covered in blood… [you help] him bathe… and treat his wounds."

✑ One Day Away by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 •

Summary: All Stephen wanted was one day alone with you to ask you a very important question.

✑ Wardrobe Mix-up by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "An early morning emergency leads to [you] not paying close enough attention to what clothes [you] threw on from the pile in their room."

✑ Worth the Wait by geeky-politics-46 • 18+ • 〔E᜶F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "[Stephen] learns about your past and earns your virginity."

✑ You Put Flowers in My Hair by stranglockd • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You go to the Renaissance Faire with [Stephen] and some fun activities take place. Will he allow it to happen?"

✑ Adopted Daughter by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Adopted Daughter: Big Trouble by dino-fart • 〔M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Beautiful by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Do Adore by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 •

✑ Don't Make a Sound by dino-fart • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Good Boy by dino-fart • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Husband and Wife by dino-fart • 〔F〕 •

✑ My Goddess by dino-fart • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Nurse's Touch by strangelockd • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Sickness by dino-fart • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Smooth Talker by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Treating Defender by withalittlehoney • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Way You Speak, the by dino-fart • 〔F〕 •

✑ What a Coincidence by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Being Stephen's Pregnant Wife... by ironstrange1991 • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Stephen Comforting You After a Hard Day…￨by ironstrange1991 • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

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Affection - Defender!Strange x Reader

My first time writing for Defender Strange, definitely got inspired by some of the posts I’ve seen about him recently and had to give him a try. 💙

Paring: Defender!Strange x Sorcerer F!Reader

Word Count: 4,372 (Things got a bit out of hand 😬)

Description: Defender Stephen’s jealousy gets the best of him while watching his wife teach a combat class at Kamar-Taj.

Other Things: Pre-establish relationship/they’re married. Defenders make appearance. Strange is jealous, and HC that this him is more than ok with some PDA when he’s in that headspace. He’s also a bit subby.

Warnings: Suggestive. Jealousy. Some swearing. Not really spoilers for MoM? It’s referencing the character from the movie, but his life prior to events in the movie.

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Leaning against a nearby building, Stephen surveys the various training sessions going on in the courtyard. He tried to stop by every so often to catch some of the training at Kamar-Taj in the moment. Reports of progress from the masters were adequate, but they didn’t replace seeing the work the students were putting in with his own eyes. He liked to pick out the ones flourishing to watch for more responsibilities down the line and harder tasks to test them. He wanted to know his possible future Masters of the Mystic Arts from the beginning.

He also enjoyed stepping in to help on occasion, running classes when he had the time and giving one-on-one lessons to those struggling. After his own difficult start at Kamar-Taj, he knew for some it just took a push in the right direction and some help. He’d also heard that his appearances raised moral, making the students excited to see the Sorcerer Supreme himself on-site and interacting with them.

And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t purposely drop by when a certain master was teaching. Watching his wife in her element filled him with an indescribable amount of pride and love. The way she so artfully crafted her magic, each spell flawless and quick. The way her students watched her with awe.

Then there were classes like today. Hand-to-hand combat days. He should have been making his way around the courtyard inspecting each class, but he found himself glued to the spot watching Y/N. Damn her sparring attire. While practical to have all fabric tight to the skin when you intend on grappling with someone… every movement of her body as she demonstrates different attacks seems to set his blood on fire.

She’d since split the class into pairs and had been walking around checking everyone’s form and technique, the momentary break from sparring herself tempting for him to go see her.

Before he can decide, one of her students currently flat on the ground calls her over for help. Stepping closer to them, he picks up the student’s voice as she helps him to his feet.

“Master Y/L/N, could you be my partner? I need some extra help,” he asks, making Stephen raise his brow at the overtly innocent tone coming from the man’s mouth.

“Of course Conner, we’ll go through it slow and see what you’re struggling with yeah?” Y/N responds with a smile, patting the student on his shoulder.

Y/N takes a step back and motions for him to come at her, “Grab my forearms.”

Stephen watches with slight annoyance as his hands slide up her forearms a little too slow.

“Great, now what would you do, immediately after grabbing me,” she pushes, the student’s eyes flicker over her far too long for Strange’s liking.

After a moment he throws her away by her forearms and circles around her quickly to throw his arms around her waist, one hand splayed across her stomach, and an arm just under her chest.

Gnawing at the inside of his cheek, Stephen manages to keep himself still. Conner knew what he was doing. Surely he did. This wasn’t some coincidence.

“Now what’s wrong with this hold Conner?” she asks calmly.

“Uh… I think it’s right?”

“You’re giving me far too much movement, there are at least twenty ways I could easy break out of this. When you’re holding from behind, you want to use both of your own forearms not your hands. Fingers are easily breakable and don’t hold much in. Cage the person with your forearms. Whether it’s holding on for dear life with both forearms locked around the waist, or one around the waist and one on the neck. Like so,” she instructs, grabbing one of his arms and placing it across her throat. “There’s a lot of damage you can do in the throat. And people aren’t usually going to thrash as much because you’re in a place of power to crush their windpipe. They have to be more careful with their movement.”

“So you can’t get out now, I have you at my mercy?” Conner teases, his arm tightening on her throat.

Before Stephen can step forward to pull him off her, she’s already popped her elbow back into his head, sending the apprentice stumbling back holding his nose.

“Surely you don’t think me so easily defeated?” she responds with a smirk. “I am training you and taking it slow for you to learn, but I feel I should remind you that I am a Master of the Mystic Arts and I specialize in hand-to-hand combat, not one of your classmates. Now come at me.”

Conner frowns and looks at Y/N, his eyes flickering across her as he chooses his move.

After a moment he dashes across the sparring ring and throws his arms around her waist tightly, confusion on her face at his tactic.

Before she can react to the odd hug, he’s thrown her on the ground, throwing his body on top of hers to attempt to hold her down. His hands exploring her backside far too much for Stephen’s liking.

Y/N quickly sends him flying back off her, scrambling to her feet with a new fire in her eyes.

But before she can say a word to the apprentice, Stephen strides over to the ring and stands between the two.

“Doctor Strange?” Y/N asks, her own brow raising at his sudden appearance.

“Master Strange?” he calls back, briefly turning to wink at her.

“Why did you call her Master Strange?” Conner asks, swearing when he realizes he forgot to bow, stumbling to do so for the Sorcerer Supreme in front of him.

Turning back to the apprentice with a threatening smile, “It sounds like you may have not paid attention in your introduction to her, but my wife goes by either her married or maiden name here. I personally prefer calling her Master Strange, for obvious reasons.”

“I- I wasn’t aware you two were married,” he responds quickly, his eyes darting between the two of them, his arms visibly shaking.

“Clearly,” Stephen responds, still holding his tight-lipped smile. “Now how about I give you a one-on-one lesson and we let Master Strange get back to teaching the class?”

“I- uh, aren’t you busy sir?”

“I actually have just enough time, I like to help with training don’t you worry,” he responds, and with that shoos the others away, his wife shooting him a pointed look as she goes back to her class.

“You’re going to attempt to grapple me,” Stephen says as he stands tall in the circle, his arms at his sides. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Conner nods his head and frowns as he sizes up the Sorcerer Supreme, sprinting at him within seconds.

Before he can reach him, Strange makes a quick motion with his hand and sends the apprentice flying back, hitting the ground with a groan.

“Again,” he repeats simply, turning his neck quickly to crack it.

The man stumbles to his feet once again, circling around Strange then bolting toward him from a different angle, once again being blasted away by a ball of energy.

“Again.”

And the pattern rolls on, Strange not moving from his spot as he repeatedly rebukes the apprentice’s attacks time after time until finally the man falls to his hands and knees, “I can’t do it.”

Strange glances from the student to the rest of the class, most of which had lost interest in their own sparring to watch the display. As a bell tolls he hears Y/N dismiss her class, and he kneels down to Conner on the ground.

“You did that 47 times,” he comments. “And you didn’t once try to block it or defend yourself.”

“I-it’s hand-to-hand combat, I thought I have to rely on physical ability,” he responds back dejectedly, running a hand through his hair.

“Kid we’re sorcerers, not MMA fighters,” Strange says. “We fight with a mixture of magic and physical ability. You’re not trying to win competitions, there isn’t a prize for being the best at wrestling someone to the ground. You use what you have at your disposal to win. You fight like your life depends on it, because if you continue down this path with us, it will. Few of us are spared, combat isn’t taught for fun.”

The apprentice nods slowly, finally looking up at the Sorcerer Supreme in front of him.

“Now what should you have done?”

“Tried to block it with a shield, then rush in to grapple?”

“Are you answering me or asking me?” He asks with a grin.

“Block the attacks and rush in when able,” Conner nods confidently, giving the man in front of him a hesitant smile.

Strange pats his knee encouragingly and stands, offering a hand to pull him up, “Now let's do this properly.”

The pair spends the next forty minutes sparring, the apprentice finally being able to block Strange’s attacks and get himself in position to grapple him.

“Much better, you’re definitely getting there,” Strange praises with a confident nod.

Conner bows toward him with a smile, “Thank you for your help sir.”

As he turns to leave, Strange calls out to him once more, “And one more thing kid.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t feel up my wife. Or make any other poor attempts to seduce her. Also don’t try to lie and make a fool of yourself, we both know what you were doing. If I catch your hands drifting or hear another line like that again though, we will have issues. And I can assume you don’t want to have issues with me. So it’s just not going to happen again, correct?”

“Y-yes sir, never again sir,” he stutters as he bows toward him once again. “I apologize.”

“Now off with you,” he mutters, nodding toward the lunch hall and turning to pick up some of the discarded sparring weapons on the ground as the apprentice runs off.

“At least that shade of green compliments the red in your outfit,” Y/N calls out to him with a teasing tone, approaching Stephen from where she’d been leaning against a pillar watching the training.

“No clue what you’re talking about,” he comments, stopping his clean up to focus on adjusting the guards on his arms.

“The jealousy is almost cute, but very obvious darling,” she presses, his gaze flickering up to her. “You knocked him on his ass for thirty minutes straight while the rest of the class watched. A bit harsh.”

“I did end up teaching him,” Stephen responds indignantly, sighing as she raises an eyebrow at him. “If he didn’t want to be knocked on his ass, he shouldn’t be feeling up my wife in combat training.”

Chuckling at his statement, she steps in closer to him and runs a hand down his cheek, “I was going to speak to him about it after class you know.”

“I felt like a firmer hand was necessary,” he comments, leaning into her touch. “I was proving a point.”

“Was the point that ass grabbing is only appropriate in sparring between us?” she questions as she reaches behind him to give his a squeeze.

“Exactly, glad we’re on the same page,” he nods, leaning in to give her a kiss when suddenly she pulls him into a grapple.

The two scuffle around in their sudden match, kicking up dirt as they fight to get the upper hand and bring the other down.

After a few minutes, Y/N sweeps her leg out, knocking his feet out from under him. The Sorcerer Supreme hits the dirt with a grunt, his wife promptly dropping onto his lap before he can react.

“Cheater,” he grumbles, his hands reaching up to grip her thighs on either side of him.

“Oh?” she asks with a glint in her eye. “If I remember right, we’re supposed to take every advantage we see and fight like our life depends on it, because one day it will.”

Rolling his eyes, his hands slide slowly up her thighs and behind her to grasp her ass and pull her closer.

“Oh there’s you taking your husband perk I see,” she teases, reaching forward to pull the hair-band barely holding on from his hair. Running her fingers through his long locks, she brushes them out of his face.

“One of the endless perks,” he purrs, his fingers kneading into her skin, her breath catching in her throat.

Swiftly reaching back to grab his wrists, she pulls them back and slams his arms to either side of his head, leaning over him to hold him in place.

Lightly tugging at her grasp, he smirks up at her, “Awfully bold of you, seeing as lunch hour ends soon.”

As if on cue, a bell tolls and the first of the students start casually strolling into the courtyard.

“And you have no problem with this?” she asks with a raised eyebrow. “All the students, seeing the Sorcerer Supreme defeated and held down at his wife’s mercy?”

“Let them look,” he growls, his hips doing a quick roll against her core above him, chuckling at the strained gasp from her lips. “Hell if I care that they know I belong to one of the strongest sorcerer’s in this universe. In fact, maybe they need to be reminded of that fact love.”

“Oh?” she asks with her own smirk. “Who do you belong to Stephen?”

“Only you darling,” he responds softly, his tongue poking out to quickly swipe across his lip.

Lowering her body down to to his, she captures his lips in a hungry kiss, a chorus of wolf-whistles coming from the students nearby, causing their kiss to erupt into chuckles on both sides.

Releasing his wrists, she quickly gets to her feet, offering him her hands to help pull him up.

Once he’s on his feet, he goes to work brushing the dirt from his robes, as she circles behind him to comb her fingers through his hair. Deftly wrapping the hair band around it, she adjusts the greying hairs into place and nods approvingly at her work.

Giving a quick tug to the ponytail, she brushes a soft kiss across the exposed skin on his neck and chuckles at the strangled groan that comes from his throat.

Spinning around to face her with eyes narrowed he leans in to press another kiss to her lips, “I feel like I’m owed some attention tonight.”

“Oh are you now?”

“Teasing me and getting me all worked up,” he complains with a smirk. “And right after I suffer someone attempting to seduce you away from me.”

Stepping in closer to her husband, she leans up to whisper in his ear, “Don’t worry, I’m very much looking forward to you trapped under me, begging for me to touch you. I wouldn’t miss it for the world Stephen.”

Her lips ghost over his ear, sending a chill down his spine as he promptly wraps an arm around her waist, settling a hand on her opposite hip as she leans into his side, “I think you need to spend the rest of the day with me. Wong can handle the rest of the teaching, and I have a meeting.”

“You need me at your side for a meeting?” she asks as he leads her through the courtyard and toward one of the buildings.

“Your presence just makes the day better,” he admits, directing a quick smile toward her, pulling the door open to his office.

“Who exactly are we now meeting with?” she asks as he plops into his chair, prompting pulling her onto his lap, her legs swing across his to lean back into him casually.

“The Defenders going on the next mission,” he responds, flipping through the papers on his desk, one arm still around Y/N.

“Are you going with them?”

“I’d thought about it,” he admits, his gaze flickering from the paperwork to her face. “But they should be able to handle it with Master Whitlock I’m sending with them, I have urgent matters that came up unfortunately preventing me from going.”

“Exactly what urgent matters are those?” her heads lulls happily against his shoulder, shaking slightly as he chuckles.

“For them? An urgent mystic issue at the New York Sanctum Sanctorum,” he responds as he carefully signs his name on the form, hand slightly shaking at the effort. “The true answer however, I desperately need some alone time with my wife.”

“Is my Stephen not getting enough attention lately?” she teases, shifting herself up in his lap to bend down his collar and press a kiss to the side of his neck.

He shivers at the contact, grip tightening on his pen and eyes drifting shut.

“I’ll never have enough attention from you,” he corrects, leaning into her as she sucks at the skin on his neck. “And maybe I could benefit from a reminder that I’m the object of your affections.”

Her lips part from his neck for a moment, fingers running through his ponytail, “Hmm, maybe I spoke too soon. The jealousy is sort of cute. You need a reminder that you’re mine dear?”

He nods back quickly with a sharp intake of air as she continues her assault on his neck.

Pulling back after a few moments to pepper kisses over the area, she bends his collar back up with a satisfied smile, “That’ll have to do for now, it’s up to you if you want your superhero friends to see. Or just sit here knowing I blatantly left my mark on your skin… just too quick of a head turn could reveal it.”

Reaching up to cup her jaw, he turns her toward him and captures her lips with a kiss. “This meeting is going to be torturously long isn’t it?” he mumbles as their lips break apart.

“Oh you know it will,” she responds, adjusting herself in his lap, twisting a bit more than necessary.

He buries his face against her neck, letting out a slow hiss at the contact, “I’m about thirty seconds from canceling it and going home.”

“Too late,” she responds brightly, the door to his office opening much to his displeasure.

Stepping into the office, Iron Fist raises a brow at the sight of Y/N on the Sorcerer Supreme’s lap, and his face pressed to her neck, “Are we interupting something here?”

“No it’s fine, just spending a quick moment together, take them when you can as you surely know,” Y/N answers, smiling at the man and ushering him and his companions in.

“Mr. Strange, Mrs. Strange,” Namor acknowledges them as he walks through the door and takes a seat.

“Doctor.” “Master.” The two of them correct immediately, Stephen’s face finally lifting from her neck as they share a glance and laugh.

Namor rolls his eyes and taps impatiently on the desk, “How you’ve found a woman that perfectly embodies you, I’ll never know.”

“Are you talking about the fact that the two of them can level a fucking country in a matter of seconds on sheer magical power alone, or that they’re disgustingly in love with each other and titles?” Luke Cage asks as he takes his own seat.

“All of the above,” Jessica Jones answers with a disgusted noise. “Less necking, more talking. We have shit to do.”

“Well I’ll leave you all to it,” Y/N announces as she swings her legs down from his to meet the floor. “I’ll see you at home Stephen.”

Before she can take even two steps away, his arm is wrapped back around her waist and tugging her back into his lap with a loud ‘oof’ from her lips.

“Master Strange will be joining us today,” he announces, picking up a sheet of paper and sliding it across the desk to Namor. “Mission brief is here. Should be simple enough. I’m not able to attend due to an issue at my Sanctum, but I will be sending another master with you.”

“Oh so we’re borrowing your wife for the night? Works for me,” Iron Fist answers with a teasing smile, the rest of the room chuckling at the instant frown on the Sorcerer Supreme’s face.

“Well she is the best besides you right? Only makes sense she be the one that goes with us,” Luke continues.

Stephen’s grip on Y/N’s waist tightens, as does his jaw as he replies sharply, “While Y/N is incredibly gifted at the Mystic Arts and more than capable, she’s also needed at the Sanctum with me. Master Whitlock will be joining you, the title of Master isn’t given out easily, he knows what he’s doing.”

“Jealous baby?” Y/N whispers in his ear as she leans back against him, chuckling as his cheeks redden. “Maybe another day I’ll join you all, it’s always fun to get out and kick some ass,” she responds louder.

“Come on Stephen,” Iron Fist says as he leans casually against his desk. “Let her out for the night, I’m sure you can handle whatever by yourself and let her have some fun running with a team.”

“It’s Doctor Strange for one,” he nearly growls in annoyance. “And destroying a mystic anomaly with the potential of being a large threat isn’t a fun outing. It’s still serious work.”

Iron Fist raises his hands in defense and backs away from the desk, “Sorry Master Y/N Strange, tried to get you out of house arrest.”

Y/N laughs and pats Stephen’s arm gently, “Seriously I’ll go at some point. I’ve heard a lot about you all, and I’d love to get to see what you can all do in person. Instead of just being one of your chauffeurs through the cosmos. Plus a planned mission instead of waking up to all hell breaking loose, it’s a divine thought.”

“The perks of marriage to the Sorcerer Supreme hm?” Namor asks with a chuckle. “The fabric of time and space ripping outside your bedroom window, constantly on duty and traveling, any number of superheroes or sorcerers stumbling into your home any hour of the day. Must be a lot.”

Stephen’s chest tightens at the hero’s words, that sinking feeling in his gut he always gets when he thinks of that aspect of their marriage. Of their life together. Of how she deserves a better life. Free of chaos and worry.

“I won’t say it’s not rough at times, but it’s never boring,” she responds, her hand slipping down to intertwine her fingers with her husband’s on the armrest. “But I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else, doing anything else. I chose this life. And any amount of chaos is worth the time I’ve got at this guy’s side. However long we may have.”

Her word release the tension in his chest, choosing instead to well up in his throat as he looks at his wife and pulls her closer until she rests her head against his chest. Looking back to the heroes standing in front of him, he quickly clears his throat, “This mission should be rather in and out. The sheet I gave you shows the best entrance to the place we’re getting the energy reading from and everything we do know. Master Whitlock was briefed on any other information we have.”

Looking across the room at his clock, “And he should actually be right outside the office door now ready to portal you all there.”

“We’re being kicked out,” Luke states, a smirk as his face as he stands.

They all give their goodbyes and head out, the heavy wooden door slamming shut behind them before Stephen sighs heavily.

“Everything ok?” Y/N asks, her free hand reaching up to run her nails lightly through his facial hair.

“You don’t know how much I needed to hear those words,” he admits after a moment, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“That I want to be with you?”

“I usually feel as if… well…” he begins to trail off until she turns his head towards hers.

“You feel as if what?”

“That you’re putting up with all this to be with me. That one day you might get sick of it and leave for someone that can give you a normal, safer life. I know our relationship isn’t easy.”

“As if,” she snorts and he chuckles against her. “In all the years you’ve known me, have I ever given you the impression I’m looking for a normal and safe life? Seriously Strange, I didn’t marry the Sorcerer Supreme and leader of a superhero gang while dreaming of a life in the suburbs and working a nine to five. I married the man I love, who is the most powerful, badass, talented sorcerer that dedicated his life to protecting our reality and teaching the mystic arts. I believe in what you do, in you, in Kamar-Taj, and in us. I’m here because I’m going to be at your side doing these things no matter what. I might as well sign a damn paper that makes you legally mine, because I’m damn sure always going to want to be shoving you down onto that four-poster bed and fucking you dumb at the end of the day.”

Pressing his forehead to hers, he sighs happily and captures her lips with his own, both of them moving lazily against one another, “I’m a lucky man.”

“Damn right.”

Chuckling he finally leans back to look at her, watching as her hand drifts slowly down his chest, past his belts, and slips under his robes to palm him, “How about we head home and get started on what was it… you fucking me dumb?”

“Oh yes, the only thought in that big brain of yours is going to be desperately begging for me love,” she smirks at the shiver that runs down his spine.

“Yep, we’re done with work for today,” he announces, quickly scooping her into his arms and pulling his sling ring out to make a portal to their bedroom. “Urgent mystic matters await and such.”

“About damn time.”

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strangelockd · 11 months

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Within You

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Sinister Strange x FemReader

Summary: Your feeling gloomy and Sinister decides to surprise you with a gift.

Warnings: Heavy Fluff with a BIG splash of Smutty Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY

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Looking out at the snowy sky, you realized just how much you missed the sun. You’ve always had a heart for the ancient arts along with a deep curiosity of obscure artifacts. Despite the look of what most people defined ‘normal’, its what drew you to Sinister Strange practically at first sight.

But what you loved most was the natural color of nature. The lush hues of flowers is what you missed the most. Sure Sinister did everything in his power to give you what you wanted in his world. Despite his abilities, there where limits to what he was even able to do. Never the less, he made it his mission to bring you joy. As far as you knew, he would turn the universe upside down just so he could see your smile.

Before you entered his life, there was nobody Sinister Strange would move the stars for. In his past he was a very cruel man who thought of only himself. So much so, that it cost him the greatest thing of all, his soul. But over time the both of you discovered that he can indeed be generous, and have the capacity for human kindness once again.

It started with him simply hovering wherever you were at. If you were in the study. So was he. Finding some excuse to be in the same proximity of yours, you could always bet that he would follow shortly after. At first you found it off putting, at first glance you assumed it was because he didn’t trust you. But you came to the realization that it was Sinisters way of saying I love you.

It didn’t take long after your professions for each other to blossom. In the course of a few months you went from strangers to lovers. It just felt so natural. Throughout your courtship you noticed Sinister had a passion for love letters. He would scatter them around in places he knew you would eventually find. In books, pillows, your desk. He even went as far as hiding them in your favorite music sheets. It truly warmed your heart to see him love once more.

Sinister’s healing from his grip on the Darkhold was far from easy. You both knew and accepted that. It still astounded you sometimes that he gave up his greatest treasure for you. Nobody has ever gone that far for you, not even you’re your past boyfriends.

Like a tender plant, things took its time to grow and settle. Everything you wanted he has done for you without a second thought. Taking a spot next to you, he gazed out the window and glanced over at you, his eyes drunk in yours leading him to pry.

“Why so glum my precious dove?”

Your eyes wandered to his while taking in a breath releasing a small sigh.

“You know I love you Stephen. But I miss my flowers back home,”you smiled, closing your eyes, “I know its silly. But it was something I took for granted back in my old universe.”

Sinister’s heart cracked, for he knew the feeling of longing for something that you couldn’t reach. That was always his curse, that is until you fell into his life. Little did you know that while you were keeping busy in the Sanctum, Sinister was staying up for weeks researching through ancient texts. He was determined to find a way for plants to stay alive without sunlight, and it was all for you.

After nights of practice, he finally had the perfect surprise. Taking your hand on the mantle cupping it softly, Sinister trailed his free arm around your waistline bringing you comfortably under his tall stature. His body heat felt so warm and relaxing.

“You precious thing. Your passions are never silly,” he cooed with a slight grin on his lips, “perhaps there may be something I can do”

Your eyes shifted from the window looking up at Sinister with mild exhaustion, “and whats that Stephen? You’ve already done so much for me”

Taking your hand Sinister guided you to a chair, with a look of curiosity it made him chuckle as he stepped back. Watching his hands move about in precise execution; purple indigo magic smoked around his scarred palms as you witnessed the most beautiful floral arrangement manifest before you. The bouquet consisted of plentiful red roses and babies breath. The accentuation of two large sunflowers in the center with a thick dark purple ribbon made your mouth drop in awe.

“Oh Stephen!” Taking the bouquet, you inhaled the familiar scent. Your eyes caught Stephen pacing, it was always something he did when he was in deep thought.

“Is something wrong?” you asked.

Trying to sum up his thoughts Sinister slowly paused facing you. Looking into your eyes he stepped forward slowly, “I don't always have the perfect words too say y/n, you know this to be true. All I know is this… I belong to you. I’m yours. However it is that you need me, know I'm here for you.”

Your stomach fluttered as you blurted out, “Well, there is another need you can take care of,” eyeing him with sudden lust.

Sinister furrowed a brow, his smile widened; he got the message. Who was he to say no to you. Wrapping his arms around you, Sinister kissed into your lips as you slowly melted together. Your tongues danced between shared groans as your fingers threaded through his hair tugging gently, causing him to hiss. The kiss was becoming more passionate as you couldn’t help but hitch your breath and tug harder, making Sinister groan into your neckline.

It took everything for him not to eat you alive right there. Oh how his cock ached against his stiffening trousers. But he wanted to savor you along with learning some form of self control. Even when he was sweet he always had his way of getting the hunger out in you regardless. Pulling away Sinister’s eyes widened as he smiled that wicked cheeky grin.

“Whats with the smile Stephen Strange?”

Gently taking the flowers as not to crush them, he set them on the nightstand. His hands returned to your face as he tilted your head up. Feeling his breath on your cheek he leaned into your ear, “There’s just so many things I want to do to you my pet,” biting your lobe gently he released a low growl that shot straight to your aching heat.

His grip grew tighter around your waistline as he pulled you in, determined to break all distance between. His lips brushed yours as you sunk into each other once more. But this time, Sinister wanted to go slower…more loving. His tongue slipped into your mouth as his hands slithered up your curves cupping your face. Tiny and precious, you released a moan as you kept on kissing. His hand’s returned to your waistline pulling you impossibly tighter against him as if he wanted to disappear inside of you. Pulling away to catch your breath, Sinister’s pupils were noticeably blown wider. For he could not wait any longer.

“Need you now,”he pleaded eagerly.

Shedding your clothes he laid you gently on the bed as you watched him crawl over you. His eyes glowed in the dim light as he made his way slowly up your body. Leaving no spot on your flesh untouched by his lips. Sinister’s goatee tickled your hips as he placed gentle kisses. He read your body like the blind read braille. Sinister continued to trail up your torso placing a single kiss on each breast, your nipples pebbled under his touch as you groaned in pleasure.

“Every part of you is beautiful. I love how you hum for me. My gorgeous dove,” he exclaimed.

There was something about the contact of human skin, the joining of two as one that he missed. Then again, there was something within you that he craved more than anyone else. Every touch you gave made him feel strength like anew. Like the ocean water washing over holes of sand. He cherished you with his whole being, his very soul. For you were the essence of his very existence. Life before you was a lonely complicated mess. As he looked into your longing eyes his hand trailed up to your face. Sinister strange knew those days were long gone.

Leaning down he kissed your body once more; his goatee tickled your already sensitive flesh as he buried his face in your chest once more. Kissing and savoring the taste of your skin he sucked on a nipple flicking it with ease making his groan. He trailed to the other side, treating it with equal care. Sighing softly you threaded your fingers through his silver streaks once more. Taking his hand he pumped his cock before trailing his eager vigor up and down your wet folds. He looked down with hooded eyes asking permission.

“Please take me Stephen.”

“But are you sure?” he asked.

Nodding, you looked deep into his eyes, “I’m not sad anymore Stephen. Yes I’m very sure. Now please take me.”

A large growl sounded from his throat as he pushed into you slowly. Squeezing his eyes shut, he gripped the sheets as you gasped softly. Adjusting to his size; he was bigger then what you had before no doubt.

“Oh, y/n,” he groaned in your ear as he slowly bottomed out in you. Your nails dug into his back and your legs locked around his hips. You were tight around him. Ethereal. You took his face in your hand feeling the scruff of his beard, looking deep into his eyes allowing him time to adjust as well.

“You feel like heaven my angel,” he exclaimed as started to move his hips, thrusting at a steady pace. Holding onto his shoulders you rocked with him chasing your climax. All this time you knew Sinister loved things rough, and normally you would go along with it because of your equally active libido. But there was something different with this. It was only when you peered into his blue eyes; time stopped and it hit you.

He was making love to you.

“Stephen, this is am-amazing,” you said in between moans, “but right now, I want you to go faster.”

Sinister paused, and at first you thought you turned him off.

“But I don’t want to hurt you,” he uttered softly, looking into your eyes.

“Its okay, Stephen. I want this. I’m a big tough girl remember.”

Sinisters eyes sparkled with mischief. Before you could comprehend it his thrusts started to pick up speed. The sounds of your breathing were loud and fast as it filled up the room. The scent of sex lingered as you wiped a wet strand of hair off his face.

“So beautiful,” he cooed, “fuck your perfect.”

“Oh Stephen,” was the only words you could bring to say.

His praises kept flowing as he thrusted in and out with ease. His cock hitting the spot that made you feel so gloriously full. So much so that you shrieked.

“St-Stephen. I- I’m coming.” Your back arched as you groaned louder, feeling your breath heighten.

“Come love. That’s right. Come for me,” he whispered harshly.

Sinister’s words were your undoing as he felt your pussy clench around his cock. Milking every drop from him, it took all his strength to not collapse on top of you. Rolling over he manifested a warm towel. Taking time with aftercare was essential to him. Its been so long since Sinister cared for someone else.

“That was amazing Stephen,” feeling his hands trail the warm cloth over your legs, he followed it with kisses. His beard made you giggle as he sat the cloth down. Bringing a blanket up, you snuggled against his frame. Trailing circles on his chest you eyed the flowers on the nightstand. Your mind wandered as Sinister broke the silence. The statement practically coming from your head.

“Don’t worry, they will live forever my dove. I found a spell that preserves living plants.”

Reaching over, he brought the bouquet onto your lap. You couldn’t help but smile wide.

“I will cherish them forever Stephen. Thank you,” you said softly before leaning in to give him a kiss. “This means the world. But I’m curious, why did you pick sunflowers?”

Sinister let out a soft chuckle kissing you head. “Because you are my sunshine and my world. I know it hasn’t been easy adjusting to this place. But I promise to dedicate every waking moment to your happiness y/n.”

Your heart warmed at his words as you snuggled closer. Sinister Strange would always would be by your side no matter what.

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getlostsquidward · 2 years

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messed up kind of love

pairing: sinister strange x reader; doctor strange x reader

summary: whenever stephen comes back from his dream walking with that faraway aggravated look in his eyes that indicates he had once again failed, your heart breaks a little each time.

warnings: 18+, smut, implied corrupted!reader, memory manipulation, hurt/comfort, light angst, p in v sex, breeding k!nk, creampie

Whenever Stephen comes back from his dream walking with that faraway aggravated look in his eyes that indicates he had once again failed, your heart breaks a little each time.

You’d offer to take him to another universe to search for Christine, but it only resulted in meeting more of him which infuriated him even more. He may not say it out loud but you know he hates you for opening that reality to him, the reality that maybe there was a variant of him that got what he wanted for himself–and so it resulted in him taking revenge in every single one.

Your heart breaks for him, partly for all the universes that had lost their Stephen—but mostly for you.

You may as well be living in one of them, seeing that he's almost always away. His body may be here, but his mind and his spirit were always chasing something that was already gone.

In a sense, you're no different from him. Chasing someone that's hellbent on chasing another. But you've had enough, and eventually, the tiny cracks form one huge rupture.

You weren't seen—you're quite literally the only and last person he has in this universe and yet...and yet he couldn't see you. He is still so absorbed in his conquest to get Christine back that he overlooks the person standing with him side-by-side all this time.

He couldn't see you, blinded by his love obsession, or he just…chooses not to see you. Either way, you're tired of wasting your breath for the man who wouldn't waste one look at you.

You love him, and you will always love Stephen, but you won't waste your time waiting for your universe to completely collapse unhappy. If he gets to wander around the multiverse to search for his happiness, then it's time for you to find yours, too.

He's gone off dream walking again – and you take this opportunity to do it as well. Before you cast the spell, you walked towards his levitating figure and carved his features into your memory one last time. You caressed his sharp cheekbones and pressed a kiss on the corner of his lips. “Goodbye, Stephen.”

Multiple red orbs float in the air, different universes right in your palm. It didn’t take you too long to choose what universe to march into. There was only one of you in the whole multiverse, so it would not be hard to present yourself as a person already existing in that universe.

It was a foolproof plan, and there’s nothing that can stop you.

Stephen goes back to his body, sighing as he fails once again, but at least there's one less of him in the multiverse.

As he was about to close the Darkhold, he felt something was off. He stayed still for a minute, trying to sense if there was an intruder, but he couldn't feel a presence.

Not even yours.

Bringing the book with him, he searched the Sanctum, even the deserted streets…but you were nowhere to be found.

If you're not here, then where have you possibly gone?

Frantically, Stephen used the Book of the Damned to search for you. It may have been days or weeks, even months, and he's growing worried every second that passes. He was not used to your absence, it makes him feel incomplete.

So when he finally found you, only to see you cozying up with another one of him, has him feeling betrayed.

But there was something different as he watched you. Different in him, and you. The look on your face is much brighter, the way you seem happier than you have been the entire time that you were with him.

It made Stephen think back to the way he's taken you for granted. He can't blame you for leaving—but he wants you back. He wants you to look at him the way you look at the Doctor, he wants you to want only him and nobody else.

So he pins the blame on his unsuspecting variant, possessing his body in return with hopes to coax you to come back home.

If worse comes to worst, then he will have to do what he does best to his variants—eliminate them.

Pretending to be curious about magic, then slowly making your way up to becoming a sorcerer, and ultimately, being one of the Masters of Mystic Arts was an easy feat considering that you were already one, aside from the fact that you were mentored by the former Sorcerer Supreme himself in your own universe.

The words about the new gifted sorceress have easily reached Doctor Strange's attention, so you were delighted when he accepted the proposition to be your mentor. The two of you quickly formed a bond beyond the mentor/mentee relationship. He had once remarked about how you had come to know him so well despite knowing each other for a short amount of time.

Hearing that made your heart skip a beat, memories with the darker Stephen flashing in your mind. You can't help but remember him with every little thing the Doctor does.

They're almost the same, after all.

The more you feel pleased with your plan going smoothly, the more it feels…wrong. Stephen's bright cerulean irises should be greyish and dull and dark. His neatly trimmed goatee should be grown, scruffy, and unkempt.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“You,” with a straight face, you responded. Stephen doesn't seem fazed by your answer as he stands beside you, overlooking the ever-busy streets of New York from the rooftop of the Sanctum, the bright lights of the moving cars and surrounding buildings illuminating the area.

“Don't tell me you've fallen in love with me, Y/N,” his sarcastic remark came along with a sly grin you hate and love at the same time.

“Silly. I've always been in love with you.”

His eyes averted yours, going back to people watching as he stayed silent. You did the same. “This universe is truly beautiful, isn't it? It was probably the same as ours, but I've forgotten how it used to look.” In your peripheral vision, you see Stephen turning to you, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“You don't have to pretend anymore. I know it's you, my Stephen. I know it was you all along.”

He didn't seem surprised, instead looking proudly at you. You're not sure if it was due to the night sky, but his eyes are much darker than you've ever seen them.

Now, this…this feels right.

“My darling, you know me so well…” he takes your hand in his, bringing them to his lips. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have treated you less than what you deserve. If you wish to stay here, I will gladly take over this body.”

“I would like to stay here very much,” you say truthfully. But you also know what would happen if he stayed dream walking for too long, and you don't want that. “But let this universe be, Stephen. I want to be with you in our universe, with only the two of us.”

He tilted your chin up, his thumb ghosting over your lower lip. Stephen swore to do anything you want, so as to make up for all the times he failed to look after you. He brought his lips to yours, little jealousy rearing its head as he realized that he might be the one kissing you, but it was not his body. He pulls away, smirking at the dazed look in your eyes, your parted and swollen lips tugging on a smile making him feel complete. You're his—your smile, your lips, and everything. It always has been, but he was too preoccupied to notice. Now, he's prepared to give you the whole multiverse.

A star-shaped portal opens, the familiar grey skies calling you from the other side. Standing on your tippy toes, you press a kiss on his head. He nodded, understanding that it was meant for this universe's Stephen. You might have spent a little time with him before Stephen took over, but it was enough to know that he's a good man. Your entire existence in this universe will cause a disorder, so before as soon as Stephen lets go of his body, you uttered a quick memory erasing incantation, hopeful that his life restarts to the day before he met you.

The cool breeze in the Sanctum made your skin crawl with excitement. You're back home.

You let your fingertips skim the piano keys, remembering how he played for you. Stephen wraps his arm around your waist, his face nuzzling your neck. You made room for his kisses as his hands undo your robes.

There's no such thing as too soon letting your carnal desires consume you. He wants you, and you want him. Now.

He peppers kisses across your shoulder, his large calloused hands wandering on your skin. Impatient as he is, he removed his robes with a flick of a finger, wanting to feel your skin against his.

You grind your ass against his hips, feeling his cock grow harder with every movement. Stephen bends you over the piano, settling himself between your legs. He teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, letting your slick coat him.

Groans of pleasure echoed in the room as your hips met. Stephen began a slow pace of thrusting into you, your head throwing back with how good you feel with him filling your cunt up.

“Gonna fill you up, darling. Gonna put a baby in you.” His thrusts went faster as he got closer to release. Stephen pulled you impossibly closer to him, his hands pressing on your bulge forming on your belly. “Do you feel that, princess?”

Strings of moans escape your lips as you feel your walls tightening around him, your pent-up desire finally spilling over the edge. Stephen follows soon after, not able to last much longer with how your pussy milks his cock.

He pulls back a bit, eyes drawn to the way his cum drips down your inner thigh. He uses his cock to scoop them, slamming his length back to your aching cunt.

All you can do is whimper as he makes you his over and over again, pumping you full of his cum. “You're mine, darling. No other version of me can fuck you like I do. Remember that.”

You couldn't care less about the way he got rougher while reminding you who you belong to. You couldn't care less about his possessiveness and his stark difference from the other Stephen you met—you prefer your man sinister anyway.

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wint3r-h3art · 2 years

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Secret We Share | Defender!Strange

Synopsis: Loving him was unattainable, or so you thought.

Word count: 2.4K

Warning: angst & smut ahead. Mutual pinning, unrequited love, overprotective Strange 😩 master & former apprentice relationship turns romantic (both parties are adult) ??? If you squint hard enough, there’s some plot in there.

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He knew something was wrong the moment he felt the protection spell was wavering.

Trying to seal the interdimensional demon away was no small task, but it was not enough to call in a whole cohort of sorcerers. Being his former apprentice, Strange tasked you with conjuring up the protection spell while he was taking care of slaying the demon.

His miscalculation though was what led to this moment where the demon deflected his attack and sent the magic right to you, knocking you back a couple of feet. Your body went limp as you threw across the ground and in turn, knocked yourself unconscious.

You didn’t even know you were out for three days until you woke up in your bed, and found Stephen sitting there, looking quite somber.

Your frown at first, clearly confused at first. You didn’t understand why he was there in the first place, but then you noticed the distinct dark circle under his eyes and the distinct melancholy air around him.

“Stephen…What happened?” you asked as you struggled to sit up.

“A spell went wrong,” he said softly, his head in his hand with an expression of a dying man. He couldn't help blaming himself for it.

“Stephen…”

“I failed to protect you,” he said again, hands clasping together. “My carelessness caused all of this.”

“Stephen, I’m fine,” you reassure him, but Stephen seemed to not hear you.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,”

He didn’t realize until now that the thought of losing you would be possible. He always trusted your skill and your power, but he couldn’t risk it anymore after today. Especially when there was something he had to tell you.

For once in his life, he was unsure of how to approach the subject. A confession like this felt foreign to him that it almost felt awkward to even just approach it.

His hair spilled over his shoulder like glistening silk as he leaned in. His silvery streaks shone dimly underneath the light in contrast to the inky mane. You couldn’t help but feel the urge to run your hand through them, wanting to feel the way those soft tresses through your fingertips, and perhaps bury your face in it as well.

For once, Strange didn’t have the answer to the question that had been weighing on his heart. He knew the moment these words left his mouth, there was no turning back on it. Even now, sitting so close to you, all he wanted to do was reach out and hold you–to make sure that you wouldn’t break right before his eyes, but knowing the way the universe worked, nothing was ever easy for him.

“Every time I see you hurt, I blame myself for not doing enough to protect you. And every time I feel like I was doing enough, I feel like I'm smothering you. Tell me again if whatever I’m feeling right now is right because I sure as hell don’t think so.”

He exhaled for the very first time through his nostrils. His back straightened a bit as if he had gathered all the courage to say what needed to be said to you.

“I shouldn’t feel like I am right now, but every time you look at me like you are now, all my will crumbles like it’s nothing. That’s the sort of power you have over me, Y/N. And I don’t know what I can do anymore….”

His gaze drifted to yours now. Cool, glacial blue softened and melted into a bottomless ocean. Resignation bled into his features. He couldn’t lie to himself anymore.

“Then stop fighting it,” you finally said. Your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest as those words left your lips. You could feel your body shuddering under the weight of anxiety. You didn’t know where he was going with it–hell, you didn’t dare to hope it either.

His head snapped up. His eyes searched yours for a brief moment before he muttered something under his breath, forfeiting his reservation altogether.

His hand reached out to touch your face for the very first time though, you could feel your heart skip a beat. His touch was warm and timid as if he was testing to see your reaction. He looked at you with uncertainty in his eyes, yet his heart was hopeful–so hopeful that it ached terribly in his chest.

“Push me away,” he said softly as he leaned in. The smell of sweet mint lingered on his breath, lulling you into a trance. The rough pad of his thumb brushed against the delicate skin of your lips, sending your nerves into a frenzy. He was close–oh so close that you can almost taste the sweetness on his breath.

You inhale sharply, taking in a breath of his scent with you, drowning your own needs with nothing but him.

Your hand was instinctively holding onto his bicep. You could feel the way the muscles of his arm were straining as if he was trying so hard to control himself. A strong part of you didn’t want to believe that. Strange has always been so cool and composed. There was no way he was struggling against himself.

“Say that you don’t want me,” he said again till his lips were now almost brushing against yours. Your heartbeat was deafening. Heat practically consumed your body as your fingers dug into the thick sleeves of his robe.

“I want you.” It came out no more than a breathless whisper. You could feel his body tensed up as he sat there so close to you, yet so far. Your heart yearned for the kiss, yet he made no move.

“I want you so damn much that everything hurts,” you said again as your hand drifted to cradle his cheek in your palm. You could see the way the flickering of the orange light danced in the pool of those cerulean eyes. “Don’t deny me anymore, Stephen.”

It was the first time you called him by his name, and all of his rationality seemed to melt away in no more than an afterthought. His lips found yours not a second later in a slow tantalizing kiss. It was soft and delicate, almost to the point of being careful. The intimacy of the act alone was more than you’ve ever dreamt of.

Your eyes fluttered shut as a single drop of tear rolled down your cheek. His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you till you were straddling his waist. Your body molded into his like it was meant to be. Heat radiated off of his body like a furnace during a long winter night. Rough fingertips grazed down your neck, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake.

You gasped at that, and Stephen slipped his tongue right into your mouth. The soft and slow dance of your lips melted into a carnal hunger as his tongue glided, twisting and rolling with yours. It was desperate and hungry, and it made you moan shamelessly as he explored you eagerly.

He slowly and gently laid you down onto the soft mattress all the while that his mouth was on yours. Your fingers instinctively raked through his hair as he continued to kiss you eagerly. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he slowly ground his hips into yours.

Another muffled moan rumbled in his chest as you felt the growing bulge pressed against your aching center.

“Tell me to stop,” he panted as his lips trailed down to the column of your neck. He was sucking at the tender skin there until you whined out loud before he licked the spot to soothe you.

Every part of you buzzed with awareness, and every inch of you craved to be touched by him.

“Don’t stop,” you murmured as you wrapped both your arms around his neck as his lips now found your chest.

You heard almost like a low grunting sound when his mouth covered your clothed mound before he lifted your shirt up and revealed your supple skin. You gasped at the way his warm mouth suddenly took in your soft flesh, his tongue glided over the stiff peak, licking and sucking at your nipple while his calloused hand squeezed at your soft breast.

“Stephen,” you murmured softly. He looked up at you under his lashes, while his tongue was still running over your bud. The sight made you bite your lips as he continued to watch you watching him. You were so used to him being so prim and proper that you would never have thought he was capable of such an act.

After he was done with it, he gave the same attention to your other breast, leaving you moaning and writhing underneath him.

“Stephen,” you moaned his name again, this time you gave his hair a slight tug. The low growling sound that emitted from deep within his chest, almost made you come then and there.

He pulled away from you and sat back, observing and watching the state he has put you in.

“You’re driving me crazy, Y/N,” he grunted, long fingers running through the dark trees. He looked so messy and desperate and wild.

“Why?” you asked.

“Because I want you when I know I shouldn’t,” he grunted as he hastily undo his jacket.

“And why is that?” you asked again as you watched his body slowly unravel before you. Your eyes scanned across his skin. You could pick some scars and marks left over from his previous battles. Just like him, everything on the surface was perfect and poise, while underneath it all, there was so much more.

“I was your master,” he gritted his teeth as he suddenly leaned in again. This time, his scent was much stronger, and his body heat hit you harder than before. It almost made you melt into the mattress and surrender everything to him.

“I was already a woman before I met you, why should it matter?” you countered, your palm laid flat on his chest. “I saw the way you were watching me, but I didn’t dare to dream…You always feel so unattainable to me–You were always so hard on me, that I was scared you hated me.”

Your words hit him harder than a sledgehammer. All the time that he was being harder on you was simply because he cared too much for you. Knowing how capable you are in the mystic art, he thrived to push you for the better.

“I don’t hate you, Y/N. Far from it,” he said as he kissed the corner of your mouth. “As a matter of fact, I want to show you.”

His lips were on yours quicker than you can count to three, kissing you with newfound urgency. His fingers reached down to probe at your slit, coating his fingers with your juices. Another low growl emitted from his chest. You could hear him cursing under his breath.

Stroking himself a couple of times, Stephen settled between your thighs. You sucked in your breath in anticipation when you felt the head of his cock rubbed suggestively against your glistening folds.

“So wet and so eager for me,” he murmured as his eyes flickered to meet yours. Strange licked his lower lips before he slowly sank himself into your warm, velvety heat. A chorus of moans filled the room.

He stretched you out so deliciously–crossfading between pain and pleasure as the fire licked your very soul. He started to move slowly, pulling himself out before pushing himself back into your desirous heat. Every inch of you felt like it was set ablaze as sparks of pleasure began to course through you.

His movement began to quicken as he found his rhythmic pace, thrusting in and out of you with intent. Every now and then, he would slam into you a bit too hard that you couldn’t help but let out a lewd throaty moan.

Your arms–though felt like jelly, managed to wound around his neck, pulling him closer till your lips found his shoulder again. He was so close to you now, that every time he moved, you could feel the muscles of his back strained and cornered from the effort.

You held on to him as he continued to rock into you with vigor and determination, and before you knew it, you came all the while that he was still inside you.

Stephen continued to pound into you a couple more times while you lay there still bathing in the afterglow of your orgasms. He was getting impatient and his movement became sloppy.

His body suddenly strained as he quickly pulled himself out and came all over your stomach. His mouth hung agape as he pumped his shaft till the last drop of the sticky white fluid squirted right out of it.

Then the room filled with silence once more as he laid beside you, staring up at the dark ceiling.

Words seemed to dry up in your throat because you didn’t know what else to say. But then again, what was there to say when only the two of you need to know the truth of what you really feel toward one another. No one needs to understand it.

Strange turned and looked at you for the first time. His expression was unreadable. You didn’t know if you were able to compose any sentence to say to him when your heart was wavering between wanting him and being wanted by him. Insecurity began to eat away at your short-lived confidence.

“Will you look at me differently?” you finally asked. The sound of your own heartbeat was practically pounding in your ears as a rush of adrenaline ran through you.

Stephen could hear the tremor in your voice and he knew. He reached out and cupped your face. “I always look at you as a woman first before looking at you as my apprentice, so no. To me, you will always be someone that I somehow failed to charm my way through your heart.”

Strange chuckled dryly, but he didn’t fail. You knew, and he knew it too

In this very moment–under the same sky, your worlds were drawn to each other with this secret you shared.

A/N: We all want to pull his hair, just say it 😫 also, i know this is tame compare to my other smut, but i think soft action with Defender Strange just fits better...Also this man screams aftercare!! Like imagine him bathing you after he finished spilling his cum all over you??? I’ll take 10, thanks! Any way, I’ll stop rambling! I hope you enjoyed this!! 💛

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pinkthick · 5 months

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REQUEST ARE OPEN

You can choose from down below any prompt/prompts you want with the following characters:

✩ Stephen Strange

✩ Defender Strange

✩ Sinister Strange

✩ Doctor Strange Supreme(What if?)

✩ Supreme Strange

✩ Monster(from vampires to werewolves lmao) Stephen Strange

✩ Sherlock Holmes

The fanfictions won’t be really long (1500 max ig?) and they would probably be Fem!Reader (I could try with gn!reader too). Choose a sentence/sentences from down below and you can give your own ideas too.

I will be going on a trip so they probably won’t be posted this week(bear with me please).🙏

Prompts

✩ Angst

1. ”Is everything a joke to you?"

2. "It's my fault, I didn't listen to everyone saying this would be a mistake!"

3. "Why does everything have to be a struggle with you?"

4. "I can't believe you sometimes!"

5. “Great. Really great, this is just perfect.”

6. "Why can't you just let it go?"

7. "That is the dumbest excuse I have ever heard!"

8. "Maybe you should just leave now."

9. "Oh yes, you're so great.”

10. "I really don't understand what's going on with you sometimes!"

11. "I will leave now, or I'm going to say things I will regret later.”

12. "Have you never actually thought about how I would feel about this?"

13. "Maybe this is it, because I can't do this anymore!"

14. "Don't you dare just walk away right now!”

15. "This wouldn't even be a problem, if you wouldn't make one out of it."

16. "How does that make it okay?"

17. "Do you even listen to yourself?"

18. "I'm glad I finally get to see who you really are.”

19. "Hey, hey, it's okay. Breathe."

✩ Fluff

1. "I thought you left" "Nope, just making pancakes"

2. "I never want to let you go.”

3. "I can't believe you remembered that" "I remember everything about you"

4. "I'm so proud of you"

5. "Did you just call me sweetheart?"

6. "Take my affection before I choke you with it"

7. "Is it okay if I fall asleep here?"

8. "I can keep you company till you fall asleep"

9. "I can't imagine my life without you"

10. "You complete me"

11. "I'm counting down the days until I see you"

12. "I love your apartment" "Our apartment"

13. "Sorry for borrowing your clothes" "Dont be. You look great in them"

14. "One more kiss?"

15. "I'm so glad I met you"

16. "Can I try some of your food?" "Of course. Open wide"

17. "Thanks for believing in me"

✩ Horror(?)

1. "I want to know how you'll taste between my teeth."

2. "I can never get enough of you. I'll drink you down to the last sip."

3. "You look delicious. I won't stop until I've eaten every bite.”

4. “I'm going to engrave myself into your very being.”

5. "We won't stop until you're so covered in my scent, no one will dare touch you again.”

6. "Don't play with fire if you don't want to burn.”

7. "Don't complain now you did this to yourself.”

8. "You reap what you sow."

9. “This hurts me more than it hurts you.”

10. "Why are you acting like you don't know me?”

11. "Why are you running? I did this for you!"

12. “You don't need a job, baby. Your job is being mine.”

13. "You're better off without them anyway.”

14. “I removed the problem. You should be thanking me.”

15. “I would never hurt you. You know that, right?”

16. "Why are you scared?”

17. "You're the only reason worth living for.”

18. "Why would you want to leave? I'm keeping you here for your own good!”

19. "There's nothing left for you but me. Everyone else is gone."

20. "No one will ever find you here."

21. “If his filthy hands touch you again I'll kill him.”

22. "Shouldn't you be spending more time with me?”

23. "I can't control how I react when your eyes wander.”

24. “The truth would have just hurt you.”

25. "I'm not lying - I bent the truth a little to protect you."

26. "Don't you believe me?”

27. "I've done everything for you and this is how you repay me?”

28. "I can't eat, I can't sleep. You're all I can think about.”

29. "To my dying breath, I'll never let you go."

30. "I'll follow you to the ends of the earth. No matter where you run, I'll catch you.”

31. "Did you really think I wouldn't find you?”

Credits for the prompts @diety-prompts, @writeformesinpie and @creativepromptsforwriting

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A Very Busy Sorcerer

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Stephen has been very busy the last few days and the reader decides he needs a moment to relax.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: SMUT: Handjob and some dirty talk. Use of the word daddy one or two times. Mostly fluff.

A/N: Working two jobs I haven't had much time to write, but I managed to finish this one for you guys and I hope you like it.

One of the things you tried not to do was disturb Stephen when he was working. You were still getting used to the idea of living together, even though you had been dating for almost 2 years and you were used to him sleeping in your apartment or you sleeping at the Sanctum almost every day, but actually living together was completely different and you wanted to show him that you knew how to respect his space and that you understood how busy he was.

However, since Stephen had set the date for the next mission with the Avengers he was always stressed, always worried and barely left the library, always reading and preparing for whatever he had to do. - As time went by, you stopped asking him to explain his missions to you. Today was no exception, Stephen was in the library, he was there all day in fact and even though it was Saturday, Wong was still wandering around the Sanctum instead of going back to the Kamar Taj like he normally did on the weekends, and you were bored and upset at being left aside and knowing that soon you would be alone in that huge house.

But you weren’t worried about yourself, you were worried about Stephen. He had barely been eating the last few days and when you brought it up he always said he was fine, but all that nervousness and stress couldn't be further from fine. You just wish you could find a way to make him stop and breathe for a minute and perhaps relax a little bit before going out on his mission. If you could just get him to talk to you a little, or eat something healthy, you'd feel less worried.

You found yourself searching for Wong to make sure he wasn't in the library too and found the Sorcerer Supreme in the Window of Worlds room doing who knows what. Having decided, you went to the library and found Stephen at his desk reading a huge book. He was so absorbed in his reading that he even noticed you approaching, even though Cloaky broke free from his shoulders and flew towards you.

He only noticed you when you were already at his side, asking so that the sentient relic could leave your both alone for a moment. Cloaky flew away happily and you smiled feeling a warmth in your heart. Sometimes you caught yourself thinking it was weird to have so much affection for a piece of clothing, but Cloaky was so much more than that you end up telling yourself every time.

Stephen sighed heavily as if he expected you to complain to him, even though he knew you never complained. Maybe he simply knew he had crossed the line today.

"Sweetheart, I know its Saturday and I know I should be spending some time with you, but I really need to find this specific spell..."

You shushed him wrapping your hands around his shoulders and positioning yourself right behind him. "I know. I didn't come here to complain, Steph. Do what you have to do." You said in a honeyed voice and began to massage his shoulders slowly. "I just want to spend some time with you while I can, if that's okay. I promise I won't disturb you."

He sighed heavily as you started working on a knot on his right shoulder and you could feel him melting under your touch and that was one of the things you loved most in the world.

"You could never disturb me, sweetheart. Hmm, this feels so good. I don't deserve you, Y/n."

"Shh. Enjoy it."

You smiled to yourself and continued with the massage and Stephen did his best to turn his attention back to his book which from what you could see was all written in runes.

It wasn't your intention to distract him, but you couldn't help but feel a little proud when you noticed how much he was melting into your touch, the slight moans he made every time you put more pressure on an area of his shoulders that needed to be worked on more carefully and – of course – it didn’t took long for dirty thoughts start to creep into your mind.

As the minutes passed, your hands began to become more daring, going down his defined chest covered by his blue robes and he sighed contentedly when your lips began to place little kisses on the back of his neck, going up to bite his earlobe and finally whispering into his ear.

"Does it feel good?"

He groaned, lolling his head back and closing his eyes and resting it on your chest.

"It's perfect. I'm so tired, sweetheart. You have no idea."

You nodded "Yes I do. I’ve been worried about you all day. That's why I'm here. I wanted to make you relax a little bit."

He hummed positively, "God, it's working. I love the way you work your hands, Y/n. They're delicate, but firm at the same time. Perfect."

You felt your heart flutter in your chest and decided to dare a little by running your hand down his chest until you reached his belt. "Yeah? What if I use them here. Do you think I can make you relax even more?"

Stephen almost purred feeling your fingers ghosting over a growing bulge. He let out a low moan when you held him over his pants, rubbing your hand against him to tease him and then you dedicated yourself to unbuckling his belt.

You placed a kiss on his neck and walked around his chair, placing yourself between him and his desk. Stephen moved the chair back, giving you more space and watched you kneel in front of him with a big and warm smile.

You unbuttoned his pants and quickly took his cock out. He was already half hard and you couldn't resist giving him a little kiss on the head as he moaned a little louder this time but quickly tried to compose himself.

"Sweetheart...Wong is still at the Sanctum."

You smiled mischievously, licking your hand and started pumping him up and down slowly.

"I know."

Stephen let out a nervous chuckle, but his cock quickly hardened in your hand. "You know he could come in here at any moment, then.” Though his words should sound like a warning, his voice broke with sweet moans and you thought they were really cute.

“Oh fuck... these hands... devilish."

You giggled, stopping just for a second so you could spit on his cock and go back to stroking him. The wet, lewd sound only adding even more to his pleasure.

Stephen bit his lower lip hard to try and suppress a loud moan at which you tsked.

"It's okay, let me hear you, Steph. Wong is up stairs, it's just you and me here. You know I love hearing your moans, they make me so wet. Sometimes I touch myself just thinking about it, replaying the sound on my head."

Stephen gasped as you held him tighter twisting your hand while moving it up and down. His legs shook a little and he moaned loudly for you just the way you loved to hear.

"So fucking dirty, sweetheart. Oh I love it! I love when you work your hands in my dick. The best handjob I ever had."

You smiled proudly. "Yeah? You're flattering me just because you want me to make you cum."

Stephen moaned even louder this time.

"God yes, please. I need you to make me cum, sweetheart. But it's not only because of that. You're perfect. You know I always say this. You’re always so good to me."

One of the things you loved most about Stephen was how controlling and rough he could be in sex and at the same time be sweet and affectionate. He was always so sweet when he let you have control over him like that, and you loved it.

You spat on his cock again and started working with both hands, rotating one from the base to the tip and the other massaging his balls. Stephen let out a groan and caressed your face, his thumb pulling your bottom lip down.

"Why don't you put that little mouth to work for me, uh? I'm dying for a blowjob."

You smiled mischievously, but even though his voice sounded so pleading and sexy, broken by small moans, you didn't give in. You know he would take back control to himself if you let him fuck your mouth, and you were loving that little submissive moment of his.

"I want you to cum on my hands, Stephen. You just told me how much you love them. They are not enough?"

"Yes I do. Shit! They’re more than enough, sweetheart. I could cum just from thinking about them as I did so many times. " He whispered between moans and his thighs trembled under your hands and his cock throbbed. "Fuck… but I need it faster, need more."

You bit your lip holding back a moan of your own. Seeing your man in that state was a huge turn on for you.

"Fuck Stephen... I'm so wet right now. Pussy is begging for you, and I know you want me too. So badly. You wanna put your cock inside me, don't you? Fell my pussy stretching around it..."

"Fuck yes." Stephen groaned and his cock jumped in your hand.

You started to work both hands on his cock, feeling him throb beneath them. He was so close, all he needed was a little push.

"Come on then, Steph, show me how much you love my hands. Cum all over them, make a mess for me. I just want you to feel relaxed, you deserve it. Have been working so hard these last few days. I just want to make you feel good."

"Oh yeah, sweetheart..." He moaned loudly. "Keep talking to me."

You smiled, satisfied now that you had him the way you wanted. "Give me your cum, daddy. Love you so much. I just want to be a good girl for you, wanna make daddy cum in my hands. I know you love my hands, Stephen. Show me how much. Give it to me."

Stephen let out a loud groan and started to cum. Warm and thick ropes of cum spurting from his cock and spilling onto your hands.

"There you go, Steph" You praised.

"Oh fuck... oh sweetheart. God, I love you, sweet girl." The words escaped his trembling lips as his body shook. His cum running down your fingers, some soiling the top half of his robes. A delicious mess.

He caressed your face, laughing softly, the sound making your heart jump in your chest.

"Such a good girl for daddy. Love you so much, Y/n."

You smiled sweetly at him watching as he conjured a cloth and began to clean himself as best as he could, but you knew it would take a lot more than that to get the smell of cum out of his robes.

He took your hands and began to gently clean them and then got rid of the dirty cloth and buttoned his pants and belts again with a flick of his fingers.

"I'll let you get back to work now." You said, getting up and threatening to leave, but he was faster. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to sit on his lap.

"Do you really think I'm going to let you go that easily?" He threatened with a smirk.

"I don't want to disturb your work, Steph."

He buried his face in your hair inhaling deeply.

"Too late for that, don't you think? Or did you really think I could go back to work after a handjob like that?"

You let out a small giggle "I didn't mean to."

He pulled your hair to the side and purposefully rubbed his goatee across the crook of your neck making your skin prickle. "Well, I think that was exactly your intention and now you got what you wanted."

"And what exactly did I want?" You asked, feigning innocence.

Stephen bit your earlobe "Making me hard for you, wanting to fuck you senseless until you ask me to stop."

"That’s not true." You said petulantly, turning to look at him and pulling him to your lips. "I never ask you to stop." You said biting his lip.

Stephen held you tight in his lap, standing up and opening a portal to his room. Work would have to wait.

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geeky-politics-46 · 2 years

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Hello! :) Would you mind ever writing one shot with Doctor Strange or Defender Strange (you choose) taking his girlfriend virginity? She confess she had a boyfriend before but he never wanted to do it with her and in general was pretty cold and distant in relationship and often made her ashamed of her body. Strange is doing everything in his power to show how much he loves reader and how beautiful she is. Thank you! I'm sorry if this is too specific 😢.

Worth The Wait

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Defender Stephen Strange x Reader

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - vaginal sex, unprotected sex, pet names, language, creampie, fluffy sweet sex, talk of past toxic relationship & emotional/mental abuse.

It's been a long time since I lost my virginity so hopefully this is decent, but having been in an emotional abusive relationship it was nice to get some if that off my chest. If you are there, it gets better & you deserve better. Don't ever doubt that.

Stephen was different from any other man you had ever met. He was calm and reserved. Intelligent. As a Defender he was brave and commanding. As the Sorcerer Supreme he was wise and patient. Then there was the Stephen that only revealed itself when you were alone. Your Stephen.

Your Stephen was sweet, funny, a complete smartass really, but he also doted on you in ways no one ever had. He listened when you spoke. He wanted to have conversations with you. You weren't just there to stroke and inflate his own ego. It wasn't one sided like your last relationship. You cared about him, and he cared about you.

Your last boyfriend made you feel insignificant. He constantly made you feel like you should be groveling at his feet that he even bothered giving you any of his time. Not that he even gave you that much of it to begin with. What time he did give you was spent mostly cutting you down. Commenting on your weight, your hair, your skin, your clothes. Anything he could use to make you feel less than.

He hadn't been like that in the beginning, but then again they never are. It never starts off with mean comments or slights. First they have to lull you into a sense of security, make you feel wanted. That's why the fall is so hard when they pull the rug out from beneath you. They build you up just so they can tear you back down even lower than where you started.

That was why you were still a virgin. You had tried countless times to give your virginity to your ex. Even though yeah the idea of virginity as a whole is steeped in patriarchy meant to place women into the category of worthy or unworthy, it was still special to you. It meant entrusting your body to someone. Giving an extra little piece of yourself for the first time. Not only had he turned you down, repeatedly, he did it in the cruelest of ways.

He made it your fault. It wasn't that he didn't want sex. He just didn't want it with you. Honestly you knew he had to be cheating pretty much the entire relationship, but in your mind by that point any scrap of love was better than nothing at all. He made you believe that if it weren't for him you would surely be alone. So when he finally tired of playing with your emotions and smashed your heart to pieces you had begged him to stay. Sure that you would die alone and unloved without him.

So when you met Stephen the very idea that he could possibly want to be with you seemed absurd. You were sure he was just flirting with you to be nice, or worse you expected it to be some cruel joke. You imagined that if you agreed to go out with him the night would surely end with you humiliated. Covered in pig's blood like Carrie, but without the revenge ending. Plus how could you possibly explain to him that you were still a virgin? If he hadn't already run away screaming you thought that would do it for sure.

When he didn't give up you realized that maybe he was different. He left you little notes and single roses. Little gestures of holding doors or going out of his way just to say good morning. He wasn't overly aggressive, but he made it clear his interest was genuine. He saw you not as something to occupy his time until someone truly worthwhile came along. He saw you as a person worth knowing.

Eventually you said yes. It scared the shit out of you, but you did it. After that you both fell hard and fast. You had both spent so much time building walls around your hearts only to knock them down together. After several dates you knew you had to come clean about your lack of experience sexually and hope that he would understand. You had to slam the breaks on a couple hot and heavy make out sessions to gather the nerve to actually get it out.

He knew you were hiding something and he knew that you must have been treated badly in the past. That much he had been able to pick up from your body language. The way you would shrink into corners. The way you would look utterly shocked when he complimented you. The way you put yourself down. Saying you weren't pretty when he told you that you looked beautiful or saying you weren't worth his time or affections. That he didn't need to lie about how special you were. Saying things that were so far from the truth as if they were plain and simple facts.

His blood practically boiled when you finally told him everything. If he hadn't sworn to do good he would have hunted your ex down himself. He did entertain the idea of casting a spell that would have made him snort and squeal like a pig for several weeks. He couldn't understand how someone could treat you that way. You were smart and funny and, despite what you had been led to believe, you were beautiful. When you smiled, genuinely smiled, you took his breath away.

He had a hard time keeping his hands off of you when you would snuggle into his arms. How any man could not want you, let alone be so horrible as to tell you that he didn't want you because there was something wrong with you, was beyond his comprehension. There was not a damn thing wrong with a single hair on your head. It was your ex there was something wrong with, and he was determined to prove that to you in any way he could.

The fact that you were a virgin didn't particularly bother him. Especially after hearing how your ex treated you he was glad he could have the chance to be your first. To pleasure you properly. To worship you like you deserved. He would cherish that gift if you choose to give it to him. He was happy to wait until you were ready. He wouldn't push you or try to goad you into it. It was up to you to decide how far you went with him and how fast the two of you moved.

So when you told him you wanted him, that you were ready to give yourself to him, he was beyond happy. He wanted to make everything perfect. He wanted you to know how much he cared about you. How precious you were. He planned the whole evening. Just the two of you in the Sanctum. No interruptions, no reservations to worry about. Just you and him. No pressure.

He laid in bed holding you. Both watching something but you had long lost interest, but you were starting to get restless. Why wasn't he jumping on you? Why hadn't he gotten you naked yet? Your mind started to panic. You were convinced he must not want your body either. He was just nicer about it. You felt yourself go rigid in his arms. Fighting not to break down.

He immediately noticed the change in your body language and moved to look at your face.

"Hey, what's wrong sweetheart? Did I do something wrong?"

To hide the tears that were starting to prick at the corners of your eyes you rolled over turning your back to him and laid down. Answering once you had settled.

"Nothing. I just, I got tired all of sudden."

He started rubbing his hand up and down your hip. Turning so he was holding you. Pressing kisses to the back of your shoulder. He knew you were lying. He knew something was wrong.

"Darling. If you changed your mind or are having second thoughts about us making love you can tell me. We don't have to do anything you aren't ready for. I will wait as long as you need. In the meantime I'm content to just hold you and kiss you."

Your eyes popped open at his statement. Suddenly confused.

"I thought maybe you had changed your mind Stephen. That you decided you didn't want me."

He turned you on to your back and looked at you like you had just slapped him. He took your face in the palm of his hand. Letting his fingers dance over your cheek. His ponytail falling over his shoulder and you brought your fingers to mindlessly toy with the ends of his hair.

"Why would you ever think I didn't want you? You are practically all I ever think about. You are the most precious thing in my life. I… I love you darling."

Your mouth fell open dumbfounded at his confession. That was the first time he told you he loved you.

"I love you too Stephen. I just thought… I thought since you weren't trying anything that maybe you didn't want me that way after all. I know I'm not sexy…"

He cut you off before you could finish the sentence. He hated hearing you say negative things about yourself. He wasn't about to let that comment slide by without correcting the record.

"You are incredibly sexy sweetheart. Do you know how hard I have to try to keep my hands off of you? How many times I have felt like I was gonna pass out after one of our make out sessions because there was no more blood left in my brain? How I can't watch you eat an ice cream cone without needing a cold shower? There is one very specific reason for that, because I want you so bad. I was trying to ease into this evening. It's your first time, I wanted to be a gentleman. I didn't want you to think less of me if I had just jumped on you and ripped your clothes off. I will gladly do that though. Come on, let's get your pants off!"

A cheeky glint flashed in his eyes and he waited for you to smile back at him before grabbing the waistband of your pajama shorts and underwear. Pulling them both off in one quick move and tossing them off to the side. He was quick to follow with his t-shirt before pouncing back on top of you and peppering your face with kisses. You dissolved into laughter at his sudden actions.

Once the two of you stopped laughing in between kisses, the kisses grew more passionate. Nuzzling his nose against yours and pressing a loving kiss on your lips. Pulling back to say one more time, just to make sure you heard him the first time, "You are so beautiful and I love you so much."

"Just shut up and make love to me Stephen."

His lips descended on yours hungrily. Your hands moved to thread into his hair and one of your legs wrapped up around his hip. You felt him groan against your lips when he felt your nails scrape against his scalp. You had discovered that he seemed to like having his hair pulled a little. Suddenly feeling a bit braver you bit his bottom lip between your teeth. Pleased with yourself when it pulled another groan from him.

He moved to start kissing and nipping at your neck. Sucking and licking at a spot that made you arch your back beneath him. He took one of your hands in his and placed it against his chest. Leaning up to whisper in your ear.

"Do you want to know what you do to me sweetheart? Feel."

He trailed your hand down his abdomen and let it come to rest on the bulge in his sweatpants. His hips ground forward into your palm. Making sure you felt exactly how aroused he was. You let your fingers curl around his cock and start to stroke him.

"You feel how hard you get me? That's all because of you. You and this incredibly sexy, delicious little body of yours."

You moved your other hand to his waistband and started pushing his pants down. Whining when you couldn't get them down as fast as you wanted. He chuckled at you and moved your hands away to pull them off himself. You took the opportunity to pull your shirt off. Leaving you bare before each other.

Your eyes roved each other's bodies and took in every ounce of skin the other offered. You ran your hands up his muscular chest and he let his fall to your hips. Letting them skim over your breasts and ghost over your nipples before they settled. He lowered you down to your back and settled his weight between your thighs. He kissed you deeply as he felt you relax underneath him. The warmth of his body radiating down and easing away any tension you had left.

You felt his cock resting between your legs. Hot, heavy, and thick. A little whine coming from your lips as you started to involuntarily rock your hips against him. You were craving finally feeling him inside you. You weren't sure you had ever wanted anything more in your life. You wrapped both your legs around him and pushed your heels into his thighs to make him grind against you.

"Stephen please. I want you so much."

He couldn't help but grin down at you. He could feel how turned on you were and it made him even hotter. He was proud that he could get you so riled up, but he still wanted to make sure he eased you into this. He wasn't the smallest of men and he didn't want to hurt you. From previous discussions he knew you had touched yourself, and used your own fingers, but still.

"Hang on sweetheart, I want you too but let me just stretch you out a little first. I don't wanna hurt you, and your fingers are much smaller than me. We have plenty of time."

You somewhat grudgingly let him shift his weight off to the side and let his fingers start to tease the crease of your hip. When his rough fingertips grazed your sex for the first time you instinctively spread your legs even more for him. You responded so readily to his every touch. Every drag of his fingers against your skin was calculated. He let his middle finger start to stroke up and down your slit. Letting your arousal spread. Settling his fingertip over your clit and starting to draw small circles over it.

"So wet. I knew you would be. All this really just for me, sweetheart?"

His eyebrows quirked up and down as you pulled him down to your lips again. Moaning against his mouth as you let yourself surrender to his touch. You had never had anyone put your pleasure first like this.

"Just for you Stephen. All for you. You are so good to me, Defender Strange. I don't know how I ever got so lucky to find you."

He let the tip of his middle finger dip to start probing at your entrance. His pace was slow and steady. Listening to and studying every hitch in your breath as he buried his finger slowly deeper until it was nestled all the way inside you. Then he started gently thrusting it in and out. After a moment he started adding a second one. This one caused a bit of a stretch for you. Stephen's fingers being much bigger than your own.

He held completely still when you winced slightly. Waiting for you to tell him whether to keep going or not. You nodded to him to keep going as soon as you noticed he had stalled. You wanted this. You wanted him. Before long he had both fingers buried to his base knuckle. He started stroking his thumb over your clit. Leaving his fingers in place. You started letting your hips move doing the work for him instead.

He may have all the patience in the world, thanks to meditation and training, but you were on your last thread. You just wanted his cock already. You didn't care if he was big. You just needed him to make love to you.

You pulled his lips to yours and raked your fingernails down his back trying to get him to shift his weight back on top of you. When he didn't budge you licked the fingers of one hand and reached between you to grab his cock. Gripping his shaft tight and stroking him up and down. After a few strokes you let your hand run over his leaking tip. You moaned at feeling his warm pre-cum let your hand slide effortlessly over him again. You pulled out a trick you hoped might tip him over the edge of his restraint.

You let your fingers collect more of his pre-cum. Then trying to look as sultry as possible you pulled your fingers up to your lips. Looking straight into his clear blue eyes you licked his essence from your fingers. Sighing wantonly at his taste on your tongue. Once you had licked them clean you brought your lips to his and begged him for what you wanted.

"Please fuck me Stephen. I need your cock. Please."

He slowly pulled his fingers from you and brought them to his mouth. Taking his time licking each one. He was loving how needy you were for him. He intended to spend every moment he could pleasing you and he loved that you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you. Once he had sufficiently tortured you, he moved himself on top of you. Pulling your legs to rest on both sides of his hips. Moving to place the head of his cock right against your hole.

"Okay love, I will wait to get a really good taste of you. I want you to tell me if you need me to stop."

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, brushing his long hair back and over to one side so you could see his face. He was so beautiful. Sculpted cheekbones, blue eyes, perfectly trimmed facial hair, and long soft dark brown hair streaked with gray. He was a god, and he had chosen you. A warm loving and reassuring smile on his face.

He leaned down to kiss you as he started to press inside you. His cock slowly stretching you beyond what you thought possible. A sharp pain hitting you and making him halt in his tracks when you flinched. He pulled his face back to study your expression. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath in and out before opening them again. Giving his shoulder a little squeeze to signal him to move.

He didn't have much farther to go before he had filled you to the hilt. His thrusts started slow and shallow. His gentle manner let any discomfort you felt soon fall away. He felt so deep inside you. Your body was already starting to clench around him. You couldn't help but start mewling at each thrust.

"You feel so good Stephen. I feel so full."

"You feel even better. So tight. I'm amazed I can even move, you're squeezing me so tight."

He braced himself on one elbow and moved one hand to thumb at your clit. Wanting to make sure he made you cum. He knew by the way you were squeezing him he already had you a good way there. He let his finger dance lightly over the bundle of nerves gazing down at you as your eyes fell closed and your mouth fell open.

"That's it sweetheart. Just let go. Want you to feel good. Want you to cum. Cum for me."

He sped up his thrusts as he heard you start to groan and whimper. Adding any stimulus he could to tip you over the edge. To keep pushing you towards your climax so he could follow.

His pace was fast enough to set your nerve endings a light but steady enough it felt like a tide crashing in and receding out. You were flying high and you hadn't even hit your peak yet. Stephen's loving praise easing you towards it. You felt safe. You felt loved. A pit forming in your low belly started to heat up and before you realized what was happening an electric shock was sent zapping through your limbs. Your muscles contracting and pulsing as you feel to pieces under your lover.

You stretched yourself against the mattress, spreading yourself out under Stephen as much as you could as you rode out your high. Your back arching and your neck craning. Whispers, gasps, and groans falling endlessly from your lips.

Once you floated back down to your body, you opened your eyes to see a proud satisfied smile on Stephen's face. Elated at seeing you fall apart because of him. His pleasure had been dependent on yours. Now that he had helped you over the finish line, it was your turn to help him. You latched your hands around his neck and pulled his hair back to grip it in a makeshift ponytail. Pulling him down to kiss you passionately as his thrusts started to speed up again.

His own grunts and groans starting to fall. He wasn't far behind you. After another minute his rhythm started to falter and it only took a few more thrusts to feel him start to fill you with his cum. It was a truly intimate moment and in that moment you couldn't be happier that Stephen was your first. It felt kismet that everything had fallen into place as it had. That the universe decided to bless you with Defender Stephen Strange.

You still didn't quite understand how this incredible man seemed so enamored with you, but you were so thankful he did. For the first time in a long time you felt truly loved, and you felt beautiful. Perhaps, hopefully, in time you would see yourself the same way he did. You had no doubt that he would keep trying to show you how special you were. You didn't want to let him up when he moved to your side on the bed. He assured you he would be right back and placed a soft kiss on your lips and then on your forehead.

He was about to get up to get a warm wet cloth to clean you both up. Looking forward to having you in his arms the rest of the night. Hopefully to repeat the events of the evening with another romp in the morning. Assuming you weren't too sore from that evening. Suddenly he stopped and thought about something you had said earlier. Something he had forgotten to respond to until now.

"By the way, I'm the lucky one sweetheart. I'm the lucky one because I get to love you."

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dino-fart · 1 year

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Happy New Years Eve!

First of all I want to thank everyone for your support on my work. In a short matter of time I am now at 900 followers, something I thought would never happen. I never thought I would have so many people interested in my work.

I love you all and wish you an awesome new year!

I’m still visiting family but I will be back at my house tomorrow evening.

My goal this coming week is to get the following done:

Requests for Raffle Prize Winners

Namor x Reader:

Washed Up - Chapter 2

Uncharted Waters - Chapter 2

The Perfect Storm - Chapter 2

The Missing King - Chapter 1

Call to Action - Chapter 1

Mi Reina Mi Paal - Chapter 1

Stephen Strange x Reader:

Shriek or Die - Chapter 1

Stephen Strange x Female!OC:

In the Dragon’s Lair - Chapter 1

Sinister Strange x Reader:

My Scruffy Wizard Cat - Chapter 1

Heaven’s Light - Chapter 1

The Swan and The Spider - Chapter 1

Strange Supreme x Reader:

The Wendigo Forest - Chapter 1

The Dark Guardian - Chapter 1

Supreme Strange x Reader:

The Zealot - Chapter 1

The Hero’s Doctor - Chapter 1

Defender Strange x Reader:

A Helping Hand - Chapter 1

Multi Strange x Reader:

The Red Ribbon - Chapter 1

The Lovers - Chapter 1

Sherlock x Reader:

The Phantom of Wincrest Pines - Chapter 1

The Hunt - Chapter 1

Pedro Pascal x Reader:

The Fall of A Kingdom - Chapter 1

Mandalorian x Reader:

The Sith and The Mandalorian - Chapter 1

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classickook · 2 years

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the lucky one | defender strange

pairing: defender strange x fem!reader

summary: in an alternate universe, stephen strange is sorcerer supreme and while he is certainly the best man for the job, sometimes he feels overwhelmed by the weight of his responsibilities. thankfully, he has you to help him get his mind off things.

warnings: smut (18+), handjob, oral (male receiving), slight belly bulge kink, p in v sex

word count: 1.8k

a/n: might’ve gotten a bit carried away with this one (oops) and i’m kinda nervous about it lol but i hope you like it nonetheless! **can be read as a stand-alone or as a blurb within my paper hearts series**

upon entering the bedroom you shared with stephen, you walked in to find him seated on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. being sorcerer supreme was no easy task, and it pained you to see him take on such dangerous and exhausting duties, one right after another, day after day without any suitable rest. he was always so hard on himself, overextending his mind and body until he was on the verge of burnout, but he persisted, nonetheless.

he always sported such a stoic and steely expression in front of the others, taking up the mantle of sorcerer supreme and wanting to appear as a true leader, someone to be relied upon in times of terror or distress. he never allowed the other defenders or apprentices or young students to see his confidence slip; you were the only one he permitted to see him in this state: exhausted, vulnerable, and weighed down by his responsibilities.

you crawled onto the bed and nestled yourself against his back, feeling him relax slightly as you wrapped your arms around his torso, his scarred hands falling to rest atop yours. “what’s going on in that head of yours, doc?” you asked quietly.

“just tired, love,” he rasped. “nothing for you to worry about.”

“but i am worried,” you replied, squeezing him tighter as you clung to his back. “when was the last time you slept?”

he chuckled lightly but you didn’t detect any humor in it. “not sure, to be honest. but i’m fine. it’s nothing i can’t handle.”

“i know that, but it’s okay for you to rest every now and then. to lean on me, to ask for help. that’s what i’m here for, stephen,” you admonished softly.

his head turned back to meet your gaze and your heart clenched at the exhaustion you found there. shadows lingered beneath his cerulean eyes, the color slightly dulled compared to its usual striking shade.

“let me take care of you,” you offered. “you’re always protecting everyone—the entire universe, at that—putting us first and never allowing yourself a moment of peace. i can do that for you, doc.” you felt his abdomen clench beneath your hands resting there and you took it as a sign to continue. “just let me in and i’ll take care of the rest.”

there was a moment of hesitation before you felt him nod against your shoulder. your front was still pressed against his broad back, and you planned on using this position to your advantage. you moved your hands to the straps and belts of his tunic, unlacing him from the confines of his clothing so you could feel his skin against yours. the cool air of the room met the characteristic warmth of his skin and a sharp breath escaped his lips.

your main goal for the evening was to simply get him to relax in this little pocket of time with you, to let his body unwind and his mind succumb to blissful emptiness, no longer plagued by the concerns of his profession and what dangers lie waiting beneath the surface.

you trailed your index finger down his bare abdomen and toward his navel, circling around it in light, teasing motions, until you traveled lower, slipping your hand beneath the waistband of his trousers and palming him gently through the soft material of his underwear, pleased by his hardened length from your ministrations thus far; the man was nothing but pure professionalism in public, but when it was just you, he fell apart and turned into putty in your hands with just the barest of touches. you felt a sense of pride and smug satisfaction at holding so much power over him. who would have thought the mighty sorcerer supreme would surrender under the hands of his wife and willingly submit himself to another?

moving beneath his underwear, you brushed past the coarse hair at his base to touch the velvet skin of his cock, hot and heavy in your hand. you decided to tease him a bit more, sliding your finger up and down his length to collect the pearl of precum along the tip, allowing you to move on him in quicker, smoother motions. you gripped him tightly and watched in silent awe as stephen’s head fell back to rest on your shoulder, eyes closed and chest heaving in sharp exhales.

“how does that feel?” you asked lowly into the crook of his neck, pressing a soft kiss to the exposed skin above his tunic.

“my sweet girl,” he breathed. “always so good to me.”

you smiled into his skin as you continued your ministrations, grip firm as you slid up and down his shaft, movements quickening as he approached his climax, but you didn’t let him come just yet; you wanted to play with him a bit longer, extend his pleasure as long as you could.

“tell me what you want, stephen,” you whispered, lips brushing against the shell of his ear that sent an almost imperceptible shiver throughout his tense form. you noticed his hands were starting to shake as they tightly gripped your thighs encased around him.

“can i have your mouth, sweet girl?” he asked.

grinning, you swiftly shifted around in front of him and dropped to your knees between his spread legs. you pushed his trousers and underwear down in one smooth motion so as to allow yourself room to move. the head of his cock was an angry red, glistening with precum and aching for your touch again. with your eyes focused on him, you trailed light kisses here and there along his length until he was practically whimpering above you. “please, baby,” he choked out. your thighs clenched together at the pet name, stephen only selectively using it in intimate moments such as these when the two of you were alone, and the sound was so sweet, so intoxicating, you couldn’t bear to tease him any longer.

you wrapped your lips around his shaft, trailing your tongue along a vein on the underside of it, coaxing a deep groan from stephen’s open mouth that shot straight to your core. his scarred hand clutched the back of your head, fisting your hair in his grip; firm, but not painful. it spurred you on further, and you continued to lick and suck on his cock, lewd noises traveling throughout the room as you pleasured him with your mouth. you looked back up at him and noticed that his eyes were squeezed shut as if overwhelmed by this level of stimulation, the man still struggling to drop his steely disposition and allowing himself to let go.

you felt his thighs clench and then his grip on your hair tightened as you flicked your tongue along the tip one more time. “fuck,” he rasped and your stomach clenched at the sound, and the next thing you knew, his cum was pouring down your throat in hot spurts and you quickly swallowed, careful to avoid any from spilling past your open mouth. pulling away, you wiped the corner of your lips and met his gaze again.

“how was that?” you asked with a satisfied grin.

“sweetest mouth on the sweetest girl,” he breathed. “now come here,” and tugged you on top of him while ridding you of your clothes in the process.

you slid off his tunic completely until you were both bare and then stephen was guiding your legs on either side of his hips to straddle him. “ride me,” he begged, hands sliding up your stomach and around the small of your back, fingers digging into your hipbones and teasing at your breasts—it was like he had to be touching you everywhere, indulging himself in the very essence of you.

aligning him with your entrance, you sank down on his cock as a relieved moan escaped your lips at having him inside you, soothing the ache that had formed there just from you pleasuring him alone. you had missed this: feeling him underneath you, around you, inside you. you knew it hadn’t even been that long since the two of you had last had sex, but you couldn’t get enough of him. behind closed doors, your hands were always on him, in his hair, lips pressing bruising kisses to exposed skin at every chance you got.

you pressed your hands onto his bare chest, anchoring yourself as your hips rolled against him, feeling him everywhere. his wiry pubic hair scratched along your clit, furthering your desire as the overstimulation spread throughout your veins and into your bones until all you could feel was him.

he held onto you tightly as he jutted his hips up into you, a cacophony of moans and heavy breathing and the squelching of your joined bodies filling about the room as he reached deeper inside of you until he hit the spongy tissue that had you seeing stars. stephen leaned up slightly, the new angle causing you to cry out and then his thumb was circling your clit teasingly before he slid his palm up to rest on your lower abdomen, pressing down on his cock buried inside you and then you were completely done for. “come on, love,” he coaxed. “cum on my cock, yeah?” he continued his movements, urging you to reach your release. even when you had tried to make this about him, he put your pleasure first; sweet, considerate, perfect man that he was. that thought alone had warmth spreading throughout your body as your release washed over you in waves, and you fell apart around him. stephen followed quickly thereafter, a sharp groan meeting your ears as he came inside you.

you collapsed on top of him, his arms sliding along your back and pulling you down on the bed, the two of you panting heavily. once you had caught your breath, you pressed a kiss to his chest, right above his heart.

he smiled up at you, his hair mussed and cheeks flushed. he looked so happy and carefree and so unlike the stoic sorcerer he had been when you first entered the room.

“you’re the most beautiful girl in the universe,” he said softly, running his thumb lovingly along your cheekbone.

you grinned cheekily at him. “you’re just saying that because i’m your wife.”

“my statement still stands, wife or not,” he replied. “though i can’t imagine being married to anyone else. i’m so lucky.” he brought your hand up to his lips and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. “thank you, love. for everything. i don’t know what i would do without you.”

your cheeks warmed. stephen had always been incredibly open with you about how he felt, but it still made you squirm in delight at hearing his appreciation for you.

“i think i’m the lucky one,” you replied. “i get to be loved by you.”

stephen slowly pulled out of you before conjuring a warm cloth in his hand to clean the mess between your thighs, gently nipping at your hipbone in the process, and then tucked you into bed alongside him. “i do love you,” he whispered. “more than anything.”

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lykaonimagines · 2 years

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Give Me The Reason - Defender!Strange x Reader

Paring: Defender!Strange x Sorcerer F!Reader

Word Count: 4,221

Description: After a year of Stephen constantly prioritizing his work, Y/N finally hits a breaking point in their relationship.

Request: Defender or Main Stephen based on “Give Me The Reason,” by James Bay.

Requested by: @frostandflamesfanfic 💙

Other Things: Same couple as Affections and Wardrobe Mixup, early in their relationship/pre-marriage. Can be read separate to both of those. Angst to fluff.

Warnings: Some swearing. Angsty, but with a happy ending. Breakup/get back together. Alluding to depression. Mildly suggestive at the end.

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“I know the universe full of people is important Stephen,” Y/N seethes, angry tears running down her cheeks. “But I thought I at least ranked somewhere in the top fucking five most important things to you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, of course you matter to me,” he snaps back.

“Then why am I always last? Not every problem in the entire universe is your duty to fix,” her fists clench and unclench. “Duties to Kamar-Taj, the Sanctum, and the Defenders I understand, but everything broken in the universe is not your problem.”

“We all have to make sacrifices in the grand scheme of protecting our universe and the multiverse Y/N. I’m putting my life on the line every day, and you just have to deal with me not being around as often. It’s hardly that big an issue compared to an entire planet being wiped out or multiverse beasts pouring into our universe.”

“So my feelings aren’t valid to you?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Yes you fucking did. My feelings and issues aren’t as important as the big important missions you have. All I have to deal with is you not being around as much as I would like huh? Try spending weeks on end constantly checking your phone just hoping to see a text. Just one little sign that the person you love is even alive. But every time there’s nothing there. Night after night alone, clutching a t-shirt to your chest and crying into your pillow because you’re certain this time was the time. The time they won’t come back. Hitting call again and again and getting voicemail. Then finally you come back, toss some things on the dresser, give me a kiss, then race off to Kamar-Taj for days where you still barely say a word to me.

“And you just seem to conveniently forget I’m the one picking up all the classes you have to miss teaching last minute in addition to my own. I’m the one everyone is coming to with issues because you’re off wherever the fuck you are. Defenders calling me up asking for you and when you’ll be back, and if I can be the one to drop by the help them with something. Other Masters coming to me to ask for permissions or questions on things because some how I fucking became your second and secretary.”

“No one asked you to do any of those things, I certainly didn’t,” he snaps out, turning his back to her with his arms crossed. “You can’t blame me for you choosing to take on extra duties and worrying about me.”

“Choosing to worry about you Stephen? Are you serious right now?” She grabs his shoulder to turn him back toward her but he fights against it. “I worry about you and take all all these extra duties to hold things together because I love you, and I know you’re out there risking your life. But if you really don’t give a fuck why am I even bothering then?”

“I was asking that question myself.”

Going silent, she wipes roughly at the tears running down her cheeks and presses her lips into a tight line, “Fine. I won’t any longer. Goodbye Stephen.”

Staring at the fireplace in front of him as he hears her footsteps fade away, flinching at the amount of force behind the slamming front door.

Rubbing his temples, he drops himself into a chair and sighs heavily when he hears the sound of new footsteps approaching.

“That was incredibly stupid Strange,” Wong says and sets a cup of tea next to the sorcerer. “Her tone sounded rather final.”

“I don’t have time for relationships anyways,” he mumbles and unwraps his armguards. “It was foolish to get involved with her at all. I don’t have time for that nonsense.”

“‘That nonsense’ is a woman that loves you. Despite the fact you’re constantly gone, that you don’t realize half the things she does for you, and speak to her like that,” he states matter-of-factly. “Being Sorcerer Supreme doesn’t mean you can’t devote any of your time to people you care about. You’re still a human being separate to the title.”

“I don’t have time outside of the title.”

“Because you always insist that it’s you going out to solve every problem that could easily be handled by a Master, or that isn’t even our problem in the first place. You always have to be the one handling it.”

The familiar phrase causes a frown to spread across Stephen’s face, “Maybe it’s just who I am Wong.”

“I think you could learn to work on that, but you do what you see fit,” Wong says before heading toward the hall he came from.

“I’ll speak with her tomorrow at Kamar-Taj,” he groans at his friend.

Three months.

Three long months since Stephen let Y/N walk out the front door of the sanctum after their argument. And three months since any of them had seen or heard from her.

He’d assumed even though she was cross with him, that she would still go to Kamar-Taj for her own duties. And other than the Sanctum, it was the only place he could think she would be staying. But according to every person there he asked, she hadn’t been back since she left with him that day.

He decided to give her one week to calm down. After a week she had to come back. She had classes to teach. She was a sorcerer, she loved what she did. She simply needed a break.

After a week of hearing nothing, he’d tried to call and found he went to voicemail after one ring. Attempting it with Wong’s phone, he got the same result. Time and time again with each phone he asked to borrow, just one single ring then voicemail.

So he texted her. Near the beginning just asking where she was, why she wasn’t reporting for her duties. And as weeks passed and the panic raised in his chest, the more frantic his messages got. Begging her to let him know she’s safe. To just acknowledge his message. But nothing.

After one month of nothing, he started calling all the contacts he could think of that might know where she went, that might have heard something. Not a single one had heard anything.

As he continued his search for her, how much she really had done for him also became blatantly obvious. The mission reports piled on his desk. Classes taught by himself and her had to be covered. His office seemed to be a revolving door parade of questions. His phone also seemed to be constantly pinging or ringing with something.

Between trying to complete missions, run Kamar-Taj, run the Defenders, teach, handle paperwork, answer questions, and continue his search for her; he rarely found time to sleep. Or eat. Or anything else.

By the time the third month rolled around, the man staring back at him in the mirror looked hollow. His eyes looked sunken in, the bags under them a permanent fixture on his face. The skin there now more taunt than before, his facial hair grown out in a thoughtless mess, and his hair dull and barely managed. The typical shiny hair sleeked back into a neat ponytail rarely saw a brush at that point. He ran his fingers through the mess each morning and shoved it into a messy ponytail or bun before tugging on his boots and trudging off to his office at Kamar-Taj.

While medically he knew his heart still beat the same; it felt like it beat sluggishly in his chest. Slower and slower each passing day since she walked out of his life.

He had his duties, the masters. his students, the Defenders. Yet he felt empty. Like he had nothing left.

Taking a seat at his desk, he pulls out his phone to once again send her his daily text.

“I’m sorry. I love you… please come home. Even if you don’t want me. Just come back to Kamar-Taj. I just need to know you’re safe. I just need to see you.”

Tapping to send the message, he switches over to his photo album app, quickly tapping the folder of pictures of them. She’d made it on his phone while he was busy one day. At the time he hadn’t thought much of it, why he’d need an entire album on his phone of just photos and videos of them. But it now became the main battery drain on the device with how often he flicked through the photos.

It was the sweetest torture. Reliving the happy memories, all the moments he took for granted. And knowing he was the reason there wouldn’t be anymore.

Stopping on a photo, he slides his thumb across it wistfully. It was a completely average day. Nothing magical, nothing multi-dimensional or multi-versal. They’d just gone for coffee and a walk in Central Park.

But it was a beautiful day, free of worry and responsibility. Just the feeling of her hand in his.

He’d taken the photo himself, stopped at a crosswalk he’d pulled his phone out and pulled her to his side. She wasn’t even looking at the camera, but even in the photo he could see the way her eyes sparkled as she looked at him and laughed. He’d forgone the ponytail that day and the wind had kicked up, making a flurry of hair in their faces as he tried to take the photo.

Both of them smiled and looked exceedingly happy for a simple day off and a bad hair day in the wind.

When was the last time he’d even taken the time to do something like that with her? He racked his brain for an answer, but couldn’t seem to pinpoint their last date. Even just a casual one.

Their lives had revolved around work for nearly the past year. Maybe he’d grown too comfortable? Seemingly he’d stopped trying to win her over and let himself slip into just working constantly at some point. Even their quick moments in his office had dwindled to nearly nothing before she had left.

Swiping past the picture, a video of the two of them dancing in the refrigerator light late at night starts to play. She’d filmed it on her phone, setting the device on the counter as they giggled and he spun her around the Sanctum kitchen in their pajamas. At some point she swiped the phone from the counter and pointed it up at his face as he swayed them around.

Her laugh coming from behind the camera, “I loooooove you Stephen.”

“And I looooove you Y/N,” he responds, sticking his tongue out and making a silly face at the camera.

Her laughter as the video ends makes his heart ache. It was a beautiful sound, and he realized it had been far more than three months since he last heard it.

Setting his phone down on his desk, he finally feels the tears he’d been holding back begin to drip down his face. Swiping through the pictures in the album quickly, he chokes back the sob rising in his throat. The last photo he even had of them was dated almost nine months ago. How hadn’t he noticed what was happening until it was too late?

A loud knock on his door tears him from his thoughts making Stephen turn his chair away from the entrance and attempt to wipe his tears away, “Yes? Who is it?”

The door creaks open with the sound of footsteps approaching his desk, “Message for you sir.”

“Which is?”

“Master Y/L/N wanted me to inform you that she’s handling her class today, you need not worry about it.”

Spinning back around in the chair quickly, he slams his hands down on the desk and stares the apprentice down, “Master Y/L/N? You are entirely sure of that?”

“Yes sir, she arrived fifteen minutes ago and asked me to bring you this message,” the young man’s eyes widen in surprise at the Sorcerer Supreme’s reddened eyes and tear-streaked cheeks.

“Where is she right now?” he demands, standing from his desk.

“Getting prepared for the class in the courtyard with the other masters I believe,” he responds dutifully and tilts his head. “Are you ok sir?”

Rounding his desk and nearly knocking the apprentice over, he rushes out of his office heading toward the outskirts of the courtyard training grounds. His eyes quickly scanning over the group of masters in the center, his chest tightening as he sees her.

A smile on her face as she talks with her fellow masters, spinning a practice staff in her hands.

As a bell tolls, they separate and she heads to her corner of the training grounds, her students excitedly cheering for her return.

“Settle settle,” she chuckles as they all get back to their starting positions. “It couldn’t have been that bad with me gone.”

“You’re the best combat teacher,” one apprentice shouts confidently. “And I’ve been practicing like crazy, you have to see where I’m at now!”

“I look forward to seeing where each of you are now,” she smiles and looks at each of her students. “I’m thinking we’ll pair you all up, and you can each show me what you got?”

As the students scatter into pairs, Y/N begins to circle around them, giving tips and compliments on their forms and technique.

Stephen quietly slid down the wall of the building behind him to take a seat nearby her class, his eyes glued to her as she taught. Fearing that if he looked away even for a moment she’d disappear again. Just her voice alone soothing the ache in his chest.

He needed to speak with her. But how does he even approach her? After their last conversation… they clearly were no longer together. And he’d been an absolute ass.

He was still technically her leader. He could easily approach her with duties for Kamar-Taj, but that just felt wrong. He couldn’t ignore everything that happened.

In what seems like minutes, the next bell tolls signaling the end of the hour long session. Pulling himself to his feet as the student exit the courtyard, he slowly makes his way toward her. Pausing a few feet away as he realizes two other masters had come over to speak to her, he shifts awkwardly and fiddles with his arm guards.

One of the masters glances up to see him, and leans over to say something to the master beside him. Both nod farewells to Y/N after a moment, one sending him a reassuring smile.

“Are you just going to stare at me all day?” She calls out after they’re out of earshot.

Cringing uncomfortably, he finally steps toward her, “I was starting to think you wouldn’t come back.”

“Yeah well-” she begins angrily before turning toward him. Her eyes widen and the words die on her tongue as she looks him over.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to start this with another fight,” he says softly, his hand still fidgeting with his arm guard.

Sighing heavily, she takes a few steps closer to him and scrutinizes his face, “What have you done to yourself?”

“What?”

“You look awful,” she responds with a frown.

“Apologies.”

“Don’t apologize for that!” she snaps and rubs her temples. “Did you need something?”

“Would you be willing to talk?”

“Isn’t that what we’re doing now?”

“More extensively, in my office,” he explains.

She frowns and continues to look him over before nodding, surging ahead of him as she heads for his office.

After they both slip into the room, he closes the door behind them and walks toward the front of his desk.

“I had planned on just being very professional with you,” she mutters and crosses her arms. “Sorcerer Supreme, yes sir, here’s the reports. Already broken that.”

“I’m happy for it,” he admits softly. “Anger is better than indifference.”

“Is it?”

“Means you didn’t just forget about me.”

“No, that’s your job. To forget my existence.”

Stephen flinches at her words, hanging his head sadly, “I deserved that.”

“You did. Now what did you want to say to me?”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’ve already said that. For nothing that you should actually be apologizing for.”

“For everything,” he insists quietly. “I’m sorry for everything.”

“Vague as shit, and not helping Stephen.”

“You’re number one,” he finally admits. “It took me too long to realize that. You’re the most important in my life, and I wasn’t treating you that way. You deserved so much better than I gave you.”

“Don’t,” she responds, turning away from him. “I don’t want to hear things we both know you don’t mean.”

Going around her to face her again he reaches out slowly to tilt her face up toward his own, her eyes finally meeting his, “I mean it. I know I have a lot of responsibilities and things I’m doing, but you, you’re the only thing that really means something to me. Our relationship is the one thing that I wasn’t doing because I felt I had to, the only thing that I desperately want. The only thing that keeps me going.”

“You broke my heart Stephen.”

“I… I know. I don’t have an excuse,” he sighs. “I could make up thousands, but there’s no excuse for what I’ve done. I was an idiot and I didn’t realize how much this meant to me until too late. How much you mean to me. You tried to tell me and give me a chance to fix things, and I spoke to you terribly.”

“Y-you don’t even have time for me,” she retorts and tears her chin from his grasp, turning slightly away from him.

“I’ll make time, I can delegate more. I can stop chasing everything. Just… give it one more try. Give me one last chance. Please.”

“Give me one good reason why I should give this another shot?” she asks as her head turns to search his face. “One reason I should overlook a year of being ignored and you speaking to me that way.”

Sinking to his knees in front of her, he takes her hands in his and swallows hard as he looks up, “Because I love you, I can and I will treat you far better than I did. I can’t give any better reason than that. That I love you desperately, life without you is dull and miserable. I want you, I need you in my life. ”

“How do I know I can trust what you’re saying?” She asks softly, her own eyes blinking away tears.

“You… don’t,” he admits after a moment. “You have to trust that I’ll do what I’m saying, and I’ve done nothing to make you trust that I will.”

After a few moments of silence he points toward his desk, “Look at my phone.”

“Your phone?”

“It’s on there, I left my office as soon as I got your message and forgot about it. Just look at it,” he presses, releasing her hands as she takes a step toward the desk.

Carefully picking up his phone, her face softens as she looks at the screen, “A picture of us?”

“I was going through the album you made me,” he says. “I do it every day. I want to make you that happy again, I want us to be that happy again.

“I do too,” she admits slowly, her thumb swiping through the pictures in the album as a small smile graces her lips. “We did look very happy.”

“We were that happy.”

Setting his phone back down, she turns around and steps toward him, cupping his jaw in her hands as she looks down at him, “Why aren’t you taking care of yourself?”

He shrugs gently as he nuzzles into her palm, grateful for her touch, “I haven’t cared to. Duties and looking for you have taken all my time. I can’t sleep in that bed without you unless I’m on the verge of passing out. I haven’t felt hungry, only been really eating when Wong forces food at me I suppose.”

Her thumbs stroke gently over his cheeks before releasing him and gesturing toward his desk, “Go sit in your chair.”

Nodding at her stiffly, he climbs to his feet and crosses the room, sitting back in his chair as she circles around him.

She bends down to slide open his bottom drawer and pulls out a brush then slips his hair tie from his hair. Running the brush through his hair, she stops a few times to carefully untangle a knot with her fingers

“We need to get you a new conditioner, and get you eating a normal diet again,” she comments as she starts to massage his scalp gently. “It’s a crime against humanity what you’ve done to your hair, really.”

“We?” he asks hopefully.

“Picked up on that part huh?” she chuckles and drops her fingers from his hair to lean his chair backwards until he’s looking up at her. “I might be willing to give us a chance again… on certain conditions.”

“Which are?” he asks as he looks up at her.

“If you talk to me like that again, I’m done. If you don’t actually listen to me telling you how I’m feeling and just dismiss me, I’m done. If within a year, I don’t see you actually making the effort to disperse things, delegate tasks to the other masters and Defenders, take care of yourself, and take care of our relationship, I’m done. And I don’t mean just for a few months. From now on. I don’t mean you have to drop all your work for me, I understand you’re busy. But you have to stop doing everything yourself. If you don’t think you can do those things then I don’t even want to start again.”

“I can do that, I will do that,” he responds firmly, nodding up at her as she leans in closer to him.

“And I’ll tell you things bothering me sooner, admittedly I waited until I was at a breaking point.”

“So am I yours again?” he asks quietly as she smirks down at him, her hands cupping his cheeks.

“You tell me Stephen, are you mine?” She presses several soft kisses along his jaw as he groans in response.

“Completely and totally,” he sighs as his eyes drift shut and she presses kisses to both his eyelids. “Kiss me, please.”

“What am I doing now then?” She teases, pressing a kiss to the edge of his mouth.

Her fingers thread back through his hair, giving it a rough tug and pulling a groan from his lips in response and causing him to shift in his seat.

“Someone’s desperate,” she adds as she strokes her thumb along his bottom lip.

“You’ve been gone for months,” he whines, sticking his tongue out to run across her fingertip.

Tilting him back further, she grips his chin tightly and hungrily presses her lips to his. Her lips move against his roughly as his hands reach up to hold her own head in his hands, desperate to feel her further in some way.

Her fingers gently tug at his hair again, a small gasp parting his lips enough for her to flick her tongue against his own and swallow the groan that follows.

Pulling back for air, Y/N chuckles at the whimper leaving Stephen as their lips part, “I guess you did miss me.”

“More than you could ever imagine,” he admits as his tongue lazily runs across his lips, sending a chill up her spine.

“As much as I’d enjoy taking you apart here in your office, I believe we both have some work to take care of first,” she says as she slips from his grasp and deftly smoothes his hair back into a ponytail and wraps his hair band back around it.

“I thought we were taking more time for us, less time on work,” he grumbles unhappily, reaching out to grab her wrist.

“Oh I thoroughly expect that, but we both each have a class left to teach, I’d imagine you have some kind of meeting, and I need to inform everyone that I’m back,” she answers as she reaches for his other wrist and pulls him up from his chair.

Slipping in closer to her, he immediately wraps his arms around her waist and presses his hips into hers as her eyes darken a touch, “You want to leave me like this all day?”

Reaching her hand up to pat his cheek, she smirks at him, “Consider it as motivation to finish on time tonight.”

Grunting in response, he presses his forehead to hers, “You’ll be at the Sanctum tonight?”

“I was planning on going back to our bed if that’s alright with you?”

“Not only is it entirely alright, I insist,” he says and presses a kiss to her nose. “But fair warning, once we’re in the Sanctum tonight, I don’t intend on letting you go until tomorrow.”

“Who said I intended on going anywhere? Sounds like exactly where I want to be Strange.”

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