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ace-of-gay · 1 year

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Its okay to be small

Doctor strange x little reader

1,158 words

Edited to the best of my ability

Warnings: age regression, little one feeling anxiety, little names like pumpkin, cartoons and stuffies

Pronouns: none

weight mentioned: none

No skin color or hair type mentioned

You are responsible for your own media consumption especially when theres warnings, dont like it? Dont read it, age regression is a therapist reccomend coping mechanism if you have an issue with it than ignore it.

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With abilities similar to his and Wanda’s but not physically the same you found it better to stay in a building that was safe for your well being where you could openly use your abilities at free will without any repercussion.

Originally you and strange were just close friends but after several years of living with one another his hear found something more in you now that he had freed his mind of Christine, of course he was happy for her but it was finally his time to feel happy with someone.

He felt so much more himself when he finally got the courage to ask you out, since than everything has felt perfect… well mostly perfect.

You desperately wanted him to know about your coping mechanism but past relationships had ended specifically because of it, thankfully he was a very respectful and understanding person so when it came to your personal room he never entered knowing there want anything important in there for him to know about, he just assumed it was a quiet space or a hobby room, if he really wanted to know he would just ask.

That is until today.

He had left for a four day mission, its only been two so as it was you still have two days where you can openly regress around the sanctum with no question, as Wong was on a little mission of his own.

While the fox and the hound play on your tv to fill the silence, you sit on the floor with your collections of build a bears and other stuffie’s akin and all the bear clothing you’ve collected sprawled out on the floor, dressing and undressing them making each one look perfect, paring them up with one another making buddies, friends and significant others, you were originally just gonna play dress up with them but that got put to the side when you imagined them at an avengers like party, lucky you have avengers outfits for your bears so its perfect, taking your favorite teddy’s you make them look like captain America, iron man, black widow, and a few of the others, not having all of the costumes but that’s okay.

You pick the meanest looking teddy, you have him walking around in the collection of all the others when he gets big and mean, you imagine him yelling and than in comes all the avengers quickly getting everyone to safety, the bad bear is trying to hold his side but the avengers taking him down easily.

After that the game was basically done so you pick up two of your favorite stuffies who are always paired together making them fly around the room, the room being fairly large you had plenty of space to walk around as if you’re chasing them.

You had no idea strange was home early, he had called out for you several times, walking around the main rooms looking for you, when he finally heard your giggles and trills and the soft murmur of a movie in the background.

You making sound effects, you were so lost in your world and it intrigued him, he had knocked three different times and you apparently hadn’t heard it so he opened the door just enough to check in on you, what he saw didn’t entirely surprise him, he knew you had trauma from several places in your life especially abandonment so it made sense that being here alone would need coping mechanisms. He knows exactly what age regression is, a smile big on his face and his heart swelling with love as you walk around your room following your stuffies as you make them fly, with a flick of his hand their movements were now in his control.

Flying them wildly around the room causing you to chase them around the room trying to get them back.

Surely your stuffies had grown minds of their own and were actually playing with you, that was what you thought until your foot caught the edge of the rug and sent you falling forward, pulling your arms to your chest and your eyes clenching shut, this is why you don’t want to be an avenger, you freeze, when you’re in danger your mind blanks and expects the fall. Why haven’t you fallen you question, opening your eyes you see an orange glow surrounding your.

Looking over to the door in a panic your body rushes cold, this cant happen, he cant see you like this.

He uses his magic to carefully set you down on the center of the rug as he steps further into the room.

He sees the panic in your eyes and the silent tears running down your cheeks, you’re curling in on yourself, he picks up one of the two stuffies from the floor bringing it to you, you scooting back, your mind clouded with everything that has happened in the past when people found out about your regression, his demeanor meant nothing in the face of admitting what you’re doing.

“I’m sorry” you mutter, he bends down to you, sitting on his haunches, going to place one hand under your chin, your eyes clenching shut until you feel the gentlest touch, the slightest tremor lifting your look, “my love, its okay, there is no need to hide or fear from me”

He moves to put the stuffy in your lap, taking both hands to wipe away your tears, moving to sit down on the floor, pulling you into his lap, holding you close, hushing your whimpers, slowly but surely soothing you back to a calm sense.

Looking up at him once again, feeling slightly bigger than before but still small, “how d’you know bout it?”.

“Pumpkin, you’re not the first little I’ve met, its very common for people in constant high stress and trauma to cope by regressing, its especially common with mental illness and chronic pain”.

“S’that why you so nice right now?”

Chuckling to himself shaking his head, “my love, that may be one of many reasons but its not the big one, the big one is because I love you, there is nothing of you that would upset or bother me, if being small is what helps than I support you ten fold”

A smile slowly casting Its way across your cheeks, turning into him, wrapping your arms tightly around him, it was finally okay to be you, you can finally feel completely and utterly yourself.

“Thank you” you whisper. “There is no need to thank me my love. Can you tell me how old you are?”

Shaking your head than letting it rest upon his shoulder “dunno how old, m’ jus small but not tiny right now”.

Nodding while rubbing your back, “that’s okay well figure it all out together”.

The rest of your day was filled with plenty of cuddles, cartoons and nap together.

This felt entirely like a new possibility of happiness.

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Thank you so much @hera4venenosa for letting me write this for you! <3

And thank you @shiny-purple-pizza-eater for helping me make decisions on where they live and what theyre doing <3

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writeshite · 1 year

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ok cool! then could you write a sub bottom dr strange x dom top male reader smut where reader uses magic/sorcery to tie stephen up? with a bit of a praise kink (reader praising stephen) too!

anything else is up to you!

Stephen hadn't known how well he responded to praise, it hadn't been noticeable to him at first, but now, limbs tied by magic, and cock neglected between his legs, he leaned heavily into your touch, chasing after the high of your praise. He hung in the air, writhing against the bonds as he pleaded for some reprieve, "Shh," you said, "you're doing so well, Stephen."

"P–please," he begs. You loosen the bonds, allowing him to reach out for you.

"You've been so patient, honey," you tell him, drawing him in for a kiss; he whines when his arms are pulled above his head. "I know," you sympathize, slipping in so easily, his head lols against his arm. "There we go." You direct his head, and he follows pliantly, "Good boy," you coo. Stephen grips the bonds as you fuck him - despite the praise - you always did so roughly, "Look at you, taking me so well."

You allow his legs the freedom to move, and he wastes no time wrapping them around your waist, "You're such a good boy, aren't you, Stephen?" He nods. "I know it wasn't easy, but I'm so proud of you." He remembers being rather shit with his feelings; he's happy you're a lot more patient than he is, unsure as to how you managed to wait long enough for him to work with his own inner turmoil. He quivers when you hit that particular spot, tugging painfully at the bonds.

You move his arms manually, bringing them over your shoulders, still bound at the wrists, "There it is..." you snicker. Stephen has a second or two before you pound at it, deeper and deeper - he's sure his voice will be hoarse again tomorrow - he never has to do much, leaving you to bounce him on your cock. "Desperation looks good on you," you remark, and Stephen weeps when he feels the familiar press of magic against his member - personally crafted to keep him over the edge.

The spell breaks when you cum - crying when the build-up is over, and the rush of your cum fills him - he demands another kiss, happy when you indulge him. The bonds fizzle away, and he loosely clings to you, sagging into your arms when the fatigue hits him.

#doctor strange x male reader #doctor strange x reader #shitedrabbles #if you see the fics streaming out just know they're all in a queue 💀#shitequeue #i think stephen is touch starved. he looks it to me 🤷. i also fully believe this man is a sub. i refuse to believe he's anything else 💀

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louis-the-french-one · 1 year

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Stephen Strange x Male reader

Request : Can I request a Stephen Strange x Male reader where the reader call him "Daddy" accidentally (you know it's not) and it turn him on ? And with a lot of praise and a cute aftercare ?

Type : Smut, bit of fluff at the end

Relationship : married

Summary : As your husband comes out of the shower, towel around his hips you can't help but let out a unintentional "Daddy"

Warnings : swearing, praise, daddy kink, unprotected sex

! Reader is AMAB !

Bottom!Reader

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There's nothing quite like a good, hot shower in the morning. It was 7am and Stephen had to get ready to take care of the Sanctum Sanctorum which was the place you lived in as well since you were the husband of the famous sorcerer, Doctor Strange. Life with Stephen wasn't easy, far from that. You were often scared of loosing him suddenly, like you thought you had when you had learned about his car accident, and then again during the blip.

But today had started just right, with you waking up in Stephen's arms in a comfortable heat beneath blankets. Unwillingly Stephen had to let go off you and went for a shower, so you took your time wake up, go on your phone. You didn't realise how long had passed, last in your screen when your husband's silhouette appeared in the door frame. And he was wearing just his soft, white blanket, wrapped loosely around his waist. And suddenly your gaze was stuck on him.

"Darling, do you know where my clean underwear are ?" Stephen asked while searching in his wardrobe desperately for clean boxers.

No answer.

Stephen turns to look at you and sees you staring at him, visibly gone somewhere or thinking very hardly about something.

"Earth to Y/N, I need you, come back"he snaps his fingers.

"Daddy" You suddenly say, letting him know what was on your mind.

"Oh, oh... So that's what you were daydreaming about sweetheart" He smirks.

"Uh... Yeah..." You get all flustered and look down.

Slowly, Stephen approaches you and holds your chin up with his fingers.

"Actually, it's 'yes, daddy', got it ?"Stephen says in a teasing tone, clearly liking the situation.

"Y-yes, daddy" You swallow hard.

"Good boy" Stephen says before going for a kiss.

A heated making out session begins, Stephen on top of you in the bed, his hands roaming around your body, touching every part that were begging to be touched in that moment. His hands, shakingly caressing your thighs, grabbing your neck and already teasing your crotch. His moves left you breathless, hornier than ever.

“Please, Daddy, I-I want more...” Y/N says with a moan.

“If you want more then be a good boy and get on your knees.” He managed to say firmly but sweetly at the same time.

“Yes, Daddy”You say, quickly getting up from the bed and getting on your knees in front of Stephen.

He stands up, his crotch, only covered by the towel just a few inches from your face. You swallow hard thinking of the situation, though you had been together for a while you still couldn’t get pass the nervousness that came with the intimacy.

“Now baby boy I want you to take off my towel, with your teeth.”He says, holding your chin up and staring at you right in the eyes.

You can’t find the strength to answer, so you do as your told, closing the gap between your face and his crotch. You bite into the towel that was hanging low around his hips and begin pulling it. But you had lowered your eyes.

“Look at me while you do it Y/N”He whispers.

You lift your gaze up to meet his eyes, and continue to pull the towel that seems to be coming very easily, as if Stephen had known he’d need it loose for this occasion. Comes the moment falls from hips, and you’re left the towel in your mouth with a naked and still a bit wet Stephen. Breathing just became harder and harder with every passing second.

“You look so hot with that towel in your mouth, keep it, as a gag”

You just nod your head, feeling excited pulses going down your crotch, that’s when you notice Stephen was himself very excited and already erected before your eyes. He puts his hand in your hair, petting it slowly.

“Such a good boy for me”He hums.

Your eyes close from the pleasure.

“I think I’m just going to straight up fuck you my darling, I can’t resist you like this”And once he was finished talking he went behind you, pulling you and putting your bust on he bed, just leaving your still dressed lower body out of the bed, right in front of him.He lowers himself on top of you, getting his head close to yours.

“I’m gonna take your clothes off and fuck you now okay”It wasn’t a question but still you nodded your head.

Now a bit faster than before, he took your pants and your boxer off, now pressing himself on your ass. He growls deeply, definitely as excited as you were. His hand comes down to start teasing your hole, slowly. You start moaning into the towel. Stephen now licks his fingers before getting one in you, starting to stretch you out. His finger inside you feels so good but still you keep wanting more so you start moving your hips onto his finger, showing him your desires.

“A bit impatient uh Baby? okay, okay calm down”He says as he slides a second finger in you, teasing ever so sweetly.

You continue to moan, louder and louder into the towel as a stretches you out with the second and then third finger. Stephen then feels that you are ready and position himself on your entrance.

“You’ve been such a good boy Y/N now’s the time for me to give it to you”He whispers as he slides his cock in, and you stop breathing for a second.

“Gooood boy, goood boy”

His breathing accelerates as you slide in and out slowly.

Starts an act of pure bestiality, groans can be heard from outside the room, Stephen joining you in the thrusts, finding your prostate and hitting it with each movement. His hands hold your waist strongly in way that will definitely leave marks but oh boy do you like that and keep moaning into the towel biting it harshly. The room heating around you as your pleasure intensifies, sex with Stephen was always an adventure, exploring each other’s bodies and trying new things all the time, something you really liked about him.

“Such a sweet boy, taking it so good, so good for Daddy” Stephen groaned in your ear, making you shiver.

“Keep going, go back and forth go boy, you’re so good to Daddy”Stephen now appears close to his climax.

And so are you with his sweet words spinning in your head, you were a good boy.

“Come on baby, I’m close, hm, g-go on” Speaking became harder as he felt the orgasm building up.

You were completely breathless under him, rocking yourself on his cock almost instinctively, in and out, in and out. You started to lose control slowly feeling your own orgasm coming up, your dick ready to explode. And with a few last hard thrust you came on the bed and on your stomach, biting the towel as hard as you could. This towel will be deformed from your lust forever. Stephen didn’t last very long after you and came inside you. Your movements slowly stopped, Stephen now resting on top of you. Your bodies almost stuck to one another from the sweat. Your husband now reaches for the towel in your mouth taking it out slowly.

“hmm, that was good, thanks Daddy...”You said tiredly.

“You’re welcoming darling”He whispered before placing a kiss on your neck.

Stephen slowly gets out of you, making you groan, complaining. He then grab the towel and cleane you before tenderly picking you up and placing you on the bed before putting the covers on top of you.

“I'm going to make us some tea and then we’ll cuddle okay?”He said quickly putting clothes on and heading for the door.

You just nodded, closing your eyes to rest.

After a few minutes, he came back with two cups of your favourite black tea. He walked slowly over to you, handing you your cup.

“it’s hot” He warned you.

“You’re hot”You laughed.

He joined you, you both laughing sweetly.

“I guess I’ll have to take another shower now...”He said looking at you both’s sweaty bodies.

“Hm, too bad”you laughed again.

Now both of you were under the covers, your bodies pressed against each other in a loving manner.

“I love you” Stephen whispered looking you in the eyes.

“I love you too”You said smiling.

You kissed, tired but happy, feeling comfortable here, just the two of you.

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AN: Alright there you go bro, sorry it took me some time.

!Reminder that english is not my first language, be kind in the comments!

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ironboyxs · 6 months

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Embracing Nightmares

Stephen Strange x Son Reader

It was a dark, quiet night in New York City when Stephen Strange, also known as Doctor Strange, was suddenly awakened by the sound of his son, Y/N, screaming from the next room. Worried, Stephen rushed to Y/N's room and found his son agitated and sweating, trapped in a terrifying nightmare.

- Y/N, wake up. Everything is fine. It was just a nightmare. - Stephen said lovely.

Y/N woke with a start, tears in his eyes, and threw himself into his father's arms, shaking with fear.

- Dad, it was horrible. I was afraid something would happen to you. - Y/N said sobbing.

- Shh, it's okay, my love. I am here. Nothing will happen to you. - Stephen said hugging his son tenderly

Stephen stroked Y/N's hair while holding him firmly, giving him security and comfort.

- Want to tell me about the nightmare, Y\N?

It was like you were in danger, Dad. I couldn't do anything to save you. - Y/N said, shaking in his voice.

Y/N, I know that sometimes the magic I use can seem scary, but I always come home. And if you're scared, I promise I'll explain everything you want to know.

- I just don't want to lose you, Dad. - Y/N said with tears in his eyes.

- You will never lose me, my love. I will always be here for you. And when the nightmares come, I'll be here to wake you up and make sure you're safe.

Y/N wiped away his tears and smiled, feeling his father's love and security.

- Thanks, Dad.

- Always, my son.

They held each other for a long time, and Stephen whispered words of comfort and love to Y/N, assuring him that he was safe and that nothing could separate them. As the night progressed, father and son shared a moment of tenderness and understanding that further strengthened their special bond. And, in the warmth of his father's arms, Y/N finally found peace and comfort, knowing that no matter what the future held, he would always have the love and support of his father, Doctor Strange.

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hellish-hyperfixation · 9 months

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Introduction

you can call me grae and this is my silly little blog for my fanfics and fanarts! I hyperfixate on a lot of different things at very random points in time, but I hope you can find what you're looking for.

current interest: baldurs gate 3, gale dekarios, hermitcraft, grumbo, smallidarity

requests: open (for writing and doodles!)

ao3: hyperfixation-hell

fandoms/people I write for | rules for requests | masterlist

#newt scamander x male reader #newt scamander x gender neutral reader #hobie brown x male reader #hobie brown x gender neutral reader #lasko moore x listener #lasko moore #doctor strange x male reader #doctor strange x gender neutral reader #miles morales x ganke lee

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squishymain · 2 years

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Doctor Strange X Male OC

You didn't care to join the Avengers or any other group like that. You'd rather do things on your own, do things your way. You have always done things on your own. People would say your methods of taking down villains are barbaric, that you were no better than the villains you fought. You thought killing them was better than putting them in prison, that way they couldn't commit more crimes. Less villains less crime, right? Joining whatever group of superheroes would just slow you down and they would stop you from what needed to be done. At first you used magic to cover your face in darkness under your hooded cape, you ended up looking like a shadow person under a cape. People knew you used dark magic, all the more reason to say you are no better than the villains. You used magic like Wanda's magic and you also learned the sorcery that Strange used, you just went further with it. You also used science and alchemy based things. You wanted to know all of it, not just one kind of magic or sorcery. After getting into more science and alchemy based things you started wearing a plague doctor mask. With the hooded cape, it was perfect. A few of the Avengers tried to get after you for killing the villains but it didn't go their way. All you really had to do was fly away from Captain America and Black Widow, Captain America could throw his shield at you but you could move out of the way. Widow tried to shoot you but you used magic to block the bullets. When Tony tried it was a little more of a challenge but it was easier for you to fly around than it was for him, he had a giant suit of armor on so moving around for him was a little clunky. You could weave through buildings and other things. When spiderman tried you didn't want to hurt the kid, so you just avoided him. But it was hard with him having spider sense. He could sense how much power you had, it kinda scared him actually. But then when Hulk tried he actually cornered you when you were trying to take care of one of the villains. You tried to fly away but he grabbed you by the ankle. You took out a smoke grenade you made and threw it at him. He let go and kinda freaked out. You scrambled away and flew out a window. Your wings may have gotten a little messed up from breaking the window but at least you got away from him. Why did they have these guys go after you? They were obviously no match for you. You have magic and they didn't. Did they have nothing else to do?

You hide away in an abandoned building, it was big enough to do what you wanted and needed to do. It was also somewhat way from others. For whatever reason some abandoned places still have power. You were out in the city walking down the street, when a villain showed up. You hide behind a building to use magic to switch into the plague doctor outfit. You flew up to the top of the building and landed on the roof. You flew down to them and landed on them, once you pinned them down on the ground and you used your magic, as you were about to hit them with your magic something grabbed your arm. You looked to see who or what grabbed you. It was Doctor Strange using the Eldritch Whip. Wanda was with too.

"So they finally sent a worthy opponent to stop me." You said.

"You can't keep killing them." Strange said.

"They need to die, better then filling the prisons." You said and pulled your arm to get him to let go.

You ended up pulling him forward, you used your magic to turn the Eldritch Whip into a snake. You made the snake go to bite him but Wanda blasted it with her magic. Wanda used her magic to push you back and Strange started doing a spell, once you realized what the spell was it was too late, you blacked out.

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If you want to read the rest you can read it here: https://www.quotev.com/story/15033965/Doctor-Strange-X-Male-OC

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benedictcumberbatchsboy · 11 months

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Hi my name is Nathan feel free to call me Nate if you’d prefer I’m a little new tumblr so I’m still learning the gist of things but I wanted to write a some fics and what not…..if you can’t tell I’m already I love Benedict Cumberbatch 🙃 so I’ll write for him mainly and his characters

So feel free to send some submissions and prompts and I’ll try to write a fic to the best of my ability im okay with most any type of fic (fluff, platonic, child, angst, smut etc)

I don’t have many restrictions in terms of writing smut for kinks so feel free to suggest some and I’ll let you know if I feel comfortable with it

so with all that being said please feel free to give me some ideas and I’ll try my best to respond and write for you

That’s all for now good day!

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justyoursicanon · 2 years

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Hello! So I have decided that I will start writing the doctor strange x Male!Reader bickering during lunch with the Avengers. It may take long but I will post it soon! :D

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fandomnerd9602 · 3 months

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Scarlet Webs

Wanda Maximoff x Spider-Man!Reader

For @tokufighter

She thought it was the end. Wanda Maximoff was supposed to die on that mountain along with the Scarlet Witch. And yet the next thing that Wanda remembers was falling.

Falling in the open air towards a series of buildings. Was it New York? How did this happen?!

Wanda found herself falling towards the ground faster and faster, her magic rendered useless. And then came a blur of red and blue, zipping into her view.

Suddenly the ground stopped growing near, "don't worry ma'am I got you" you reassured her before landing on top of the Empire State Building.

"You good?" you tried to ask her, calmly reassuring this mysterious and beautiful woman before you.

"Peter? You're here?" Wanda asked you.

"Sorry?" you asked back a little confused. "Who's Peter?"

"Peter Parker? Oh come on" Wanda rolled her eyes at you, "I know you, Spider-Man"

You removed your mask, exposing your face. Wanda gasped, "You're not Peter Parker"

"Sorry. I'm (Y/N), (Y/N) (L/N)" you gave a smile to her. Your smile, something about it seemed familiar.

And then it hit her like a ton of bricks. It was the same smile that haunted her dreams. The smile that graced the faces of her twin boys.

"I've never see someone like you before" you spoke, interrupting her thoughts.

"Ever hear of the Avengers?" she asked you, a small blush making its way across her face.

"Yeah. I'm a proud member" you smiled back.

Could this be it? Could you of all people be the key to the life she had with her boys?

"Since you're not from around here" you gave a nervous shrug, "maybe I could show you around."

You held out your hand to her, a simple little invite but one that held so much more with it. Wanda couldn't help but smile and take your hand.

"I'd like that" she whispered back.

She could see herself already falling in love with you.

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marksbear · 1 year

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Hey great blog It's a blessing to find a male reader blog in tumblr can I request a steven strange with top male reader who is a human and stephen meets him at another universe and fucks up during a mission so the reader can't go back to his own universe so stephen brings him back to the sanctum to make it up to him?

Hey thank you! Warnings! Lime, Western reader, Power bottom Stephen. and etc

STEPHEN STRANGE X MALE READER.

"Now what the fuck." You say to yourself. As you look around at the location you are in. You were just about to go on a ride with your gang with the horses to rob a bank in 1865 or better known as the 19th century. But now you are looking at a bunch of people arguing with one another. You start to walk backwards when you hit something or you should say someone. You turn around and flinch back when you see someone green and big. "What in the name of god are you!" You shout out to him.

"Great strange. You had one job and it was to get an object that can save this place. BUT you brought back a damn cowboy!" Tony shouts frustrated looking at Stephen. Stephen opens his mouth to defend himself but Steve cuts him off. "Stark calm down. He actually might be useful." He looks at the man up and down looking at how he dressed and what he sounds like. "I'm guessing you're from the 80s ?" Steve ask. "Well duh." He answers with a tone that says are you stupid or something? Clint and Natasha laugh and leave the room. "Well strange hes your problem now." Nick says while signaling everyone to leave and follow him. Which leaves the stranger and the Doctor alone "You one of dem devil people aren't ya?" The stranger asks looking at Doctor strange eyeing him up and down. The doctor lets out a huge sigh feeling this is gonna be a headache.

They have been trying for hours to get the stranger back to his universe but nothing works. Doctor strange kept trying to focus but Y/n keeps acting like a kid trying to explore and ask questions. "They don have one of these where I come from." Y/n says while looking at one of Tony's suits. "Yeah I know" Doctor strange says without even turning around to see what he's looking at.

"I give up." Strange says dropping his head down on the desk sighing in defeat. He looks up to see what the stranger is doing. Hes just staring outside mumbling under his breath. "So you're a cowboy?" The stranger nods and turns to look strange. "Me name is Y/n L/n. I'm the leader of g/n. Some folks call me and my friends outlaws. But were just tryin to live just like dem." The comment makes Stephen heart ache a little and sees Y/n more like a person than just a mistake he made. Stephen opens a portal and brings Y/n in. "Can ye stop makin dem devil circles?" Stephen laughs and shows Y/n around the sanctum. "Cool place ya got Devil man." "My name is Stephen strange not devil man." Stephen says annoyed looking at Y/n and that causes Y/n to smirk but apologies. "Soo are ye gonna take me home or what?" Y/n ask looking at Stephen who's shaking his head no. "But to make it up to you..." Stephen pushes y/n into a portal. Y/n falls onto the bed and the surprise makes him yelp. Stephen gets on top Y/n kissing him. The two make out for a while until they need to breathe. Y/n looks astonished that he just kissed a man and liked it. "Y-you kissed me!?" He looks at Stephen. "W-we can both get in trouble w-were both men-." Stephen cuts him off by making out with him again. They pull away with a string of saliva following them. Stephen gives him one last kiss before taking both of their clothes off. Stephen grabs a bottle of lube and squirts it onto Y/n cock. Y/n flinches at the coldness down there and moans with Stephen jerking and rubbing his cock. Once Y/n cock was all lubed up Stephen lines himself up and slowly goes down on it.

"F-Fuck Stephen!"

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ace-of-gay · 1 year

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

Let daddy fix it

1,233 words

Doctor strange x little male reader

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

He/him pronouns

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

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

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Edited to the best of my ability.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He than leads you to the bathroom finding the Neosporin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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just-a-strange-boy · 8 months

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a helping hand

part one

part two here

masterlist

Unable to use his hands after the accident, Stephen is in desperate need for some help. And who are you to refuse?

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader (GN)

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), questionable sexual proposal, handjob, edging, orgasm control

A/N: IT'S TIME! buckle up bc this is shameless... and tbh who wouldn't love to help our poor Stephen in need

"Of course I'll help out", you had said, thinking that you could spare some time, to sporadically take care of Christine's friend, determined to offer a hand whenever you could.

It was a clear arrangement – whenever she couldn't be around to help, you'd be the one to step in for the time being. Keep an eye on him, help him around the house, and make sure he won't do anything stupid that might hurt himself.

And you had just been fine with that. It wasn't an issue for you to pop by once in a while. You had flexible work hours and being the reliable person that you were, Christine knew you'd definitely jump in when needed.

What you hadn't expected was kind of getting stuck with helping, something you had most definitely not signed up for, to the point where you found yourself regularly on duty during your free time. Not that you didn't like to help out – there were worse things you could have imagined and there must have been a good subconscious reason why you kept agreeing to it.

You just hadn't planned to get so wrapped up in it.

Instead of simply sparing a couple of hours for Christine's friend because you could and thought helping him out was a good deed, you had ended up agreeing to an entire week on duty at his apartment, because someone had the audacity to leave for a medical congress, letting the task of caring for him fall into your hands and not missing the opportunity to instate you as a personal watchdog.

"Yeah, don't worry about it", you had said, though her request initially confused you.

Why was she asking you to stay around his apartment for an entire week? Not even Christine stayed around him for that long, knowing fairly well how insufferable his behavior was sometimes, glad she had the distraction of leaving for work and getting out of the house once in a while.

Maybe you wouldn't have had to agree to staying at his apartment all week. A couple of hours would have sufficed and you couldn't even quite explain to yourself why you still put yourself up to the challenge.

Perhaps it was because Christine always had the tendency to put on that kind of tone and expression on her face that expressed 'Please do it for me or else I won't be able to get rest'.

Being the worry wart that she was, she wouldn't have let it go until you caved – which was exactly what you had done, agreeing to her request anyways and accepting you would just have to pester the man in question with your presence.

He probably would have been happy to stay on his own for a bit, with no one around to constantly get on his nerves. You often felt like this was exactly what Christine and you were doing.

He would have been fine, probably, because it wasn't like he was incapable of taking care of himself. Yes, he was in a vulnerable position, his last surgery hadn't been that long ago and his hands were still in some state. There were things he couldn't do on his own, he needed to rely on help with certain things, but he wasn't a child needing to be coddled.

Christine's friend, Stephen, had gotten into a fucking wreck of a car crash, leaving him unable to use his hands, which had taken the most damage. You had heard plenty about Stephen Strange before all that happened, considering he had been good friends with Christine ever since she had gotten employed at the Metro General. But you had never had the pleasure of truly getting to know him until you began helping him out.

Plenty of people probably knew, as did you, that Stephen used to be a truly brilliant neurosurgeon, who would obviously not be able to continue to work in that field since his hands were pretty mangled. Which of course was really frustrating him to the point where he had refused to accept help from outside, all alone in his stupidly huge apartment, relying on not another person in the world but Christine, who was pretty much the only friend he had.

And now he had you too, since Christine (understandably so) also needed a break from Stephen sometimes and had pulled in you, her sibling, for help.

At first Stephen had been mad at her for even bringing someone else around for something as ridiculous as being cared for, claiming he didn't need to be pitied by another person, as pity was all he had for himself and his lost career.

But once his frustration was out of the way, he had warmed up quickly to you. It might have been because he had quickly learned how snarky you were, unashamed to speak your mind and comment on his occasional dickish behavior, volleying his little jabs and teasing him right back.

Or perhaps, it was simply because you weren't throwing him a pity party, while never once belittling him for the amount of help he actually needed.

By all means, Stephen should consider himself lucky that someone put up with his shit.

It was a given that Christine helped him out, considering they'd been pretty close friends for years and colleagues as well, she was aggressively caring for those she loved, and since Stephen didn't have a lot of other people to rely on, she fit the role perfectly.

You also quickly began to understand why she had wanted to split 'Stephen duty' with someone else though and being family, you were apparently the only reasonable choice.

She could be certain that he wasn't going to dismiss you or else he would have to endure the wrath of Christine – and she sure had a temper people knew better than to mess with.

So had he though.

He truly was the perfect match for butting heads with on the regular. Sometimes you were convinced he was just being a cocky and arrogant ass out of spite, to rile you up, to get on your nerves as a payback for getting on his, to have some fun because he was getting sick of his recovery at home.

Sometimes you acted out of spite too, placing things out of his reach, screwing on bottle caps extra tight, rearranging his cupboards, to the point where he was forced to ask for help (which he hated doing), but this, as much as most of your comments, was all meant in good humor.

You were sure that Stephen got it. He didn't seem to mind that you were head-strong and speaking your mind, didn't seem too bothered by the harsh things you said sometimes or the not-so-friendly tone you tended to use when it was necessary.

He even seemed to find it rather amusing sometimes, making for playful banter, and in a way you were almost certain that he liked having someone to argue with, even if only for his entertainment.

It offered him some sort of distraction he desperately needed, after things going dastardly wrong, after all this suffering due to his own stupid lapse of judgment, letting himself be distracted while driving and leaping down a cliff.

There was a lot of pent up frustration within Stephen, a lot of sadness, and desperation. Things he didn't necessarily show, but obviously felt anyways. So whenever you managed to put a smile on his face with your gentle, friendly teasing, you were relieved to see him in a different mood.

You liked Stephen quite a bit, no matter how much he was irking you on some days – and no matter what it was, you were always there to help. So maybe staying at the apartment all week wouldn't be as bad.

Surprisingly enough, Stephen hadn't resented the idea either, though of course dropping the occasional comment about not wanting to be under supervision 24/7.

While you were not one to coddle, going after your own work on your laptop and giving Stephen some space during the day, you were insistent on taking care of his basic well-being, as usual.

You did care for Stephen, and not just because of your sister. In some sort, you considered him your own friend as of now, wanting to make sure he was having a reasonably pleasant recovery, fully aware how much it must suck to go through all of this.

How far you were willing to go though? No one, not even you, would have been able to tell.

"You can either eat the food I make for you or go back to wasting your money on shitty takeout", you had set pretty clear the first evening, scolding him like he was an insolent child not wanting to eat his greens, staring him down at the kitchen table when he wouldn't bother touching the dinner you made, "But I sure as hell won't let you miss out a meal."

Whenever you had stepped in prior, you were trying to make sure Stephen ate properly and regularly, because you knew the man occasionally refused to take a meal altogether, which usually ended in an argument. When arguing with Christine, she tended to give in.

While you were really fed up with his stubbornness sometimes, you had always accomplished getting at least some food into Stephen and this time was no different.

A mere two days later, you had been quietly working on your laptop in the living room, waiting for Stephen to finish up his shower, when you heard a thud and a loud "Fuck", thinking that perhaps the shampoo bottle had slipped out of his hands. It didn't sound like a dangerous bang, so you weren't sure whether you needed to check on him or not, but just in case something bad had occurred...

You still got up, caught a peek into the bathroom and rolled your eyes hard when noticing that it hadn't been his shampoo, and dear Lord, Stephen had apparently managed to slip, the spray of the shower still raining down on him while he was sulking on the tiled floor.

"Did you hurt yourself?", you asked instead of 'Are you okay?', because you knew that Stephen felt far from okay the way things were. He was obviously ashamed this had happened, any other person would have been too, but accepting of the situation itself, accepting that he needed help.

He didn't dare to look at you then, but you could tell there was defeat written all over him and it probably wasn't helping his embarrassment that he was stark naked – which wasn't the first time you had seen him like this, as you had assisted a few showers before and gotten into plenty of awkward situations whereas you'd seen a bit more than asking for, but still... the two of you sure could have imagined a more comfortable setting.

Though you were rather unafraid to touch him, which was a good thing. How else could you have possibly helped?

You touched Stephen all the time. Helping him get dressed? Done that. Combed his hair? Yup. Shaved his stupidly handsome face? Also yes. Changed the dressings on his hands? A given. Assisting him in holding as much as a spoon without dropping it? Daily. Tucking him into bed at night? Okay, maybe not that one, but you sure would have, if he had asked you to.

"It's hard to fall down gracefully without using your hands to help yourself", Stephen sighed, but turned out to be unharmed by his tumble, though he would likely still get away with some bruises from the impact. Coming round the shower cubicle, you could see his knees seemed to have taken a lot of the brunt, not too mention he had cracked the skin of his elbow open, trying to not use his hands to ease the momentum.

"This is ridiculous. Slipping in the shower like some seventy year old sod”, he grumbled.

"I slipped in the shower once as a child and that's how I lost two of my teeth. It happens, Stephen", you tried to ease the mood, momentarily seizing the spray, so you could aid Stephen to get back up without getting too wet yourself. You casually looked him over – he seemed fine enough to continue. At least he hadn't banged his head or something. Still, you decided to stay nearby for the rest of his shower, making sure he was able to get out unharmed.

"What were you even doing? Were you feeling dizzy?", you inquired, helping him towel off his hair, quietly acknowledging how long it had gotten since meeting him for the first time and especially how the gray on his temples had begun to spread.

"No, just unaware of my surroundings for a moment, didn't think and... there I went", Stephen answered, but you weren't sure if that was the whole truth.

You accepted it though, continuing to help him dry off. Situations like these brought an uncomfortable awareness to your mind - he was putting so much trust into you, letting you help him like this, and you had never really managed to find a good answer as to why he was allowing you do all of those things for him.

All the signs of trust were obviously there. He was letting himself be vulnerable with you, being in situations that were so deeply intimate without refusal or much shame.

Stephen was allowing you to touch him too, aiding him with getting dressed, letting you check his newly won bruises today – and as usual, quietly accepted your care for his hands, his sore point, tender and heavily scarred, so that he mostly kept them hidden beneath a layer of bandages, ashamed of having anyone see them.

Sometimes, only sometimes, you even got the impression that whenever your hands were on him, it seemed to ease the tension out of his shoulders, never minding the undoubted awkwardness of the moment.

You weren't one to judge. Maybe he did want a bit of comfort after all and therefore didn't mind being taken care of sometimes, even though always pretending that he didn't need any help or tending to.

Everyone needed someone. Even him.

Stephen was a very lonely person. He would have never admitted to it, but all the fame and the glory from his neurosurgery days hadn't really ensured stable friendships and people being actually interested in him on a personal level. On the contrary, a lot of people had dropped Stephen rather quickly. But not Christine.

And thanks to her, you wouldn't anytime soon either.

You grew aware of Stephen's actual issue, when your work was interrupted for another time that same day. Finally coming to actually work on a commission that had been prompted weeks ago, setting the final touches to the project, tapping away on your graphic tablet, you took note of the noises coming from Stephen's bedroom.

Somehow you tried to make sense of it as moans of discomfort, anguish, perhaps he was having a nightmare, perhaps he was in pain, perhaps he was just frustrated he couldn't sleep, a reoccurring problem he had described to you before.

Whatever it was, it did appeal to your little helper syndrome and you at least felt like you needed to look after him, figure out if anything was going on that might require your help.

So you went to check on him, no regard for personal privacy, quietly opening the door to the bedroom, about to inquire what was going on and whether he was okay.

"Stephen? Is everything... oh..." Shit. Okay.

You had barely crossed the threshold to the room when you took note of what exactly was happening. Because the noises of frustration weren't rooted in trouble sleeping, but as it seemed in sexual desperation – and apparently the man had been trying to get off, unable to take care of his evident erection, pulling the blankets over himself immediately once noticing that you were standing in the doorway.

Awkward.

Standing like a deer in headlights, you wondered which one of you would have rather wanted a hole to open in the ground and swallow you whole to avoid the complete embarrassment.

"God, fuck, I'm so sorry", you apologized after overcoming the initial full-body freeze, not sure whether to leap out of the room, cover your eyes or just act bluntly about it. Logically it would have been best to not make a big deal out of it, because it wasn't, not really.

Just a private moment you had interrupted. Nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone had needs.

"I was... uh... I was worried something was the matter and...", you tried to explain then, going on stuttering and noticing that nothing you were about to say was going to save the awkwardness of the situation.

"Well, you know what's the matter now", Stephen sighed, barely illuminated by the soft lamp light from the bedside table, though still turning away from you in plain shame, continuing on with the sort of self-pity you had never experienced so strongly from Stephen before.

"I'm pathetic. Can't shower without help, can't live without help, I can't even jerk off without help, because of this stupid fucking car crash and these stupid fucking hands and I can't even blame anyone but myself for it."

It wasn't all too often that the man voiced his own hurt so intensely, clearly on edge, emotional about what had and, in that case, what hadn't happened.

Understanding of his evident frustration, but unsure what to do with him now, in this state, you contemplated. Things were already awkward enough and it didn't help you remained standing there while Stephen was wallowing in self-pity, and you weren't really sure why the idea of helping him out even crossed your mind in the first place.

Sure, helping around the apartment was no big deal, attending to Stephen's needs was okay, but taking care of this rather specific issue... you didn't want to push his boundaries too much after all.

And yet you were so bold as to ask, "So, are you in need of a helping hand?"

"Fuck off, now is not the time to make fun of me", Stephen groaned, probably ready to smother himself (or you) with one of the pillows, "Life already mocks me enough. I don't need to have you ridiculing me because of this."

"I'm not... I'm not mocking you", you assured him, finally moving, closing the door shut behind you as you went over to the bed, watching his cowered figure, "I'm just... I'm not pitying you. It's just...me... requesting like... a favor for a friend in need? I'm sure I could help you out some way? If you wanted me to, that is."

"Why would you even offer that?", Stephen asked, though appearing neither dismissive nor exceptionally shaken about what you were suggesting. A little in disbelief perhaps, but that wasn't surprising since you were clearly deciding to cross a boundary for the two of you here.

"Because life's been shit for you and I guess you could need some relief. Since you can't seem to get off on your own, I'm offering to help you with it", your answer seemed to make him consider and you planted yourself down on his bedside. You reached out and touched his shoulder, trying to find out how he would respond to you initiating touch.

"Maybe it will help you unwind and relax?"

Stephen turned to look at you. "We will never speak of this ever again", he hummed in agreement, "And not a word to anyone. Especially not Christine."

"Promise", you agreed – this was definitely not something you were meaning to boast about. You just wanted to help and the decision to do this for Stephen had been surprisingly easy to make.

A normalcy had kind of settled over the situation, which however didn't mean that you weren't feeling some type of way. You were a little jittery as you slid into bed next to Stephen, making sure not to cuddle up to him too much, because you weren't sure how he would feel about any unnecessary affections.

This was just about a quick hand job and that was it. It already must have taken a lot for Stephen to even accept the offer. Not to mention, a lot of desperation too. But he trusted you. This was a friendly gesture and nothing more. It didn't have to mean anything, let alone be a big thing between you, something that might never be mentioned ever again.

Gently pulling back the blanket, you probably held your breath as much as he did, reaching out, making sure to touch Stephen where his sleep shirt had ridden up at first, your hand finding its place on his stomach, letting him get accustomed to your touch, which wasn't entirely new to him – this time with a little different intention than usually, which made it all the more exciting.

The man drew out a shaky breath, agitated even, and his muscles were tensing up before he was even thinking of relaxing. Looking at him, you could see there was concentration on his brow, his gaze averted to the ceiling, neither daring to look at you nor at where your hand was resting.

"Okay?", you asked.

"Yeah", Stephen said, barely a whisper. His consent urged you to go on, your fingers brushing over his abdomen, following the trail of hair down his navel, fully aware that his pants were still bunched down somewhere around his knees, and you could have reached for him right away. But you didn't, sliding your hand past his arousal, stroking along his thighs instead, bracing yourself to make the next step and touch him more intimately.

But even your hand on him alone was seemingly enough to awaken all sorts of things within Stephen and he sucked in a sharp breath as your hand skirted his inner thighs. He was warm, his thighs firm under your touch, and you gently squeezed them in reassurance.

"You're a damn tease", he muttered.

You thought replying something witty, but you knew better and just bit your tongue this time, curiously watching his face, not meaning to stare at his genitals. It wasn't like Stephen didn't seem to like it. He had closed his eyes, seemed concentrated, small breaths were slipping past his lips, and he swallowed hard.

As you continued to carefully caress his thighs, you could most certainly feel him squirm, tensing again, but not because he was uncomfortable. He was aroused, you had no doubts, and his words just made it all the more evident he wanted you to go on.

“Please don't make me wait”, he requested, so quiet as if he was speaking a forbidden thought aloud.

You didn't, fingers trailing the path up his thighs, enjoying the little huff that escaped Stephen when you brushed past his balls, reaching for the half-hard member, responding to your touch with a twitch, stirring in interest. Wrapping your fingers around him, you grabbed the base of his cock in a tight hold.

"God, I feel like I'm about to burst already", Stephen groaned in anguish as his breathing almost turned labored instantly, pressing his head back into the pillows, and the notion alone encouraged you to be a little more bold in your advances.

"Well, we can't have that, can we? Spilling your cum all over my hand and I haven't even really gotten to touch you?", you chuckled, unsure how Stephen would react to your words, but unable to hold them back. He didn't seem to mind the dirty talk though – if anything, it seemed to rouse him even more. You could feel the warm flesh throbbing in your hand, practically begging to be touched, already craving some release.

But maybe you didn't have to make this as quick as you had planned for initially, only allowing him slow movements of your hand, gently tugging on his cock, drawing out soft moans. And dear lord, he sounded wonderful. It was entirely entrancing and you found it hard to choose where you'd rather look – at the subtle emotions passing Stephen's face during your ministrations or his erect cock. With utmost interest, your eyes flicked back and forth.

You made sure to touch all of him, from the base all the way to his tip, thumb gliding over the glistening cockhead, a satisfied smirk coming to your lips when you noticed how much precum he was already leaking, circling his glans, before stroking down again, tracing the veins on his length, making sure to give special attention to those spots that made him buck his hips when touched.

No wonder Stephen was responsive and desperate for it. You had no idea how long it might have been since someone had touched him, intimately most of all. Stephen didn't have anyone, wasn't partnered and you doubted that your sister was that sort of friend. His own hands wouldn't do, which had caused you two to end up like this in the first place. Touch-starved like this, there was no doubt Stephen deserved someone to take proper care of him – and you had made it your mission to do so.

Unfortunately for him, you weren't all that nice to just give everything to him right away.

So as the man tried to thrust into your hand, wanting to chase his own pleasure, needing more, you eased the grip of your fingers around him, almost letting go off him, stopping any sort of movement altogether, earning a huff from Stephen.

"Oh, fuck off", he groaned with evident frustration, fully aware you were doing this on purpose.

"Do you want me to stop then?", you asked, with a grin Stephen didn't see as he still kept his eyes closed, and loved the power you held over him - you could have just taken your hand away, walked off and left the man even more desperate than before. Of course, you would have never been so cruel to actually do this, now that you had already gotten started, but the thought was amusing.

"No", another groan followed, "I want you to go on, you asshole." Then a pause. "Please", he added then.

"As you wish", so you tightened the grip around him again, jerking him at a slower pace, gently at first, before beginning to move your hand a little quicker, knowing very well that the change of rhythm, the change of pressure applied, was going to keep Stephen more on edge than anything else. You knew how, in some ways, it was more than cruel to tease him like this, in his position no less, but if Stephen was seeking release that badly, you might at least make the best of it and draw it out as much as he could.

You'd make sure to give him an exceptional orgasm.

So whenever you felt Stephen tense up, his breath quickening, his moans increasing, his words more pleading, brows furrowing, biting down on his bottom lip, when he might have been just on that threshold to achieving an orgasm, you stilled any movements again, sometimes taking your hand off him entirely, sometimes only abandoning his cock for a moment, though always long enough for a looming orgasm to be ruined entirely. It was a torturous game to play, trying to bring Stephen close to the edge each time, only to deny him pleasure the last second.

It didn't take you much to drive him to madness with fleeting touches, promising release, not quite allowing him to get it, and then doing it all over again.

The sight of Stephen was wonderful. He was squirming, erratically breathing, his sweet moans turning to frustrated groans, his words reaching from "God, please, just let me come" to "I hate you for doing this to me", but still welcoming your hand whenever it returned to touch him, each time a little more.

You didn't even want to imagine how much his balls must have been aching after minutes of being edged and denied, but of course you decided to take pity on Stephen eventually. You weren't that heartless after all and when you finally gave into him chasing his pleasure, allowing him that sweet relief, guiding towards the long awaited orgasm, it was absolutely worth it.

For the last few strokes, you even let him thrust up into your hand, gently guiding him through his orgasm as it struck. A long and shaky moan escaped his throat, a sound of relief coming from deep within, his body completely tensing up, before that concentration finally left his brow and was replaced by a look of ease, surrendering to the sensations altogether.

You could feel his cock pulsing, thick cum spilling all over your fingers and it didn't even seem to end there. He really was bursting, arching his back off the mattress as he was coming loads and loads, his entire body was trembling, sweetly groaning.

You doubted anything could have ruined the moment for Stephen now and thoroughly enjoyed how he was seeming to enjoy himself, jerking him through the remaining throes of passion, until his body just slumped.

Noticing his orgasm had passed, you eventually took your hand off his cock, gently placing it on his lower stomach instead, both sticky with cum anyways. You smiled to yourself, following the movement of his chest, still breathing heavily, and decided to wait for him to calm down again, allowing him another moment of comfort, allowing him to have another presence near, someone warm and caring.

He deserved it.

Though it wasn't like you weren't doing this at least a little bit for your own gain. You had enjoyed doing this for Stephen, had drank in the sight of him, this intimate moment forever etched inside your brain. And now that you thought about it, you wondered about whether you could still only consider this a friendly favor or if perhaps you wanted things to change between you.

You had never really questioned the kind of feelings you harvested for the man. Or could see yourself potentially having for him, if there was any sort of potential at all. Of course, you had come to consider him a good friend – but good friends didn't just randomly pay each other sexual favors, did they? Not like you were counting on this being more than a one time thing... well, unless he wanted to perhaps.

"Jesus... that was kind of... mind blowing. I mean I haven't come for weeks, but I don't think I have ever come that hard in general...ever", Stephen commended you, interrupting your train of thought, still a little out of breath, "Fucking hell, where did you even learn to give handjobs like that?"

"Years of studying", you joked, deciding to definitely not give him an honest answer to his question, looking at him to find him curiously eyeing you in return, "Sorry for being a tease. Can't say that I didn't enjoy it though."

"So did I. As you can probably tell", Stephen sighed, seeming a lot more content, showing you one of his rare smiles, "Though I'm probably going to need to wash up again now. I'm sticky and sweaty."

"It was my pleasure. Make sure to tell me if you ever need assistance again", you patted his stomach and leaned in to give him a quick peck on the cheek, before withdrawing altogether, trying not to smear any of the sticky fluid on your hand anywhere else it wasn't supposed to be, deciding to flee the room quite fast after realization hit that you had just jerked your sister's friend off. You had made your own friend, a man relying on your help day by day, come the hardest in his life ever.

Though perhaps it didn't matter, for this was only going to be a one time thing and you'd accomplished to help him out, only because he needed it. The moment was gone now and it had been good while it had lasted. That was the most important thing.

Stephen's voice stopped you in the doorway when he spoke your name. "Thank you. Not just for this. For everything you do for me.”

You turned your head back for a moment, gave him a reassuring smile, acknowledging his gratitude, and left anyways.

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supercap2319 · 4 months

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Y/N all but ran into the living room where Tony, Natasha, And Stephen were. Tony was tinkering with a project he was working on. Natasha was watching Brave. And Stephen was hovering in the air, his magical cape feeding him popcorn. When they saw Y/N, they frowned. "What's wrong with you, Kid?"

"I just saw Peter." Y/N gasped.

"And what did Underoos do?"

"I caught him masturbating to a picture of me. This is the most embarrassing moment of my life. Even more embarrassing than the time I found out Mr. Doctor Stephen Strange did internet porn for money."

Stephen's eyes widened at that and he fell on his ass. Tony looked down at the sorcerer. "You did?"

"I was in college and I needed the money. Damn, I thought I erased all those away with magic." Stephen mumbled.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #doctor strange #stephen strange #benedict cumberbatch #tom holland #peter parker #tony stark #natasha romanoff #robert downey jr #scarlet johansson

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hungryforpowernotfood · 4 months

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Thunderstorms

Summary: Stephen gets a panic attack during a thunderstorm.

Warnings: panic attack, PTSD, mentions of a past car crash

Pairing: Stephen Strange x gender neutral reader

Stephen enjoys the rain—the way it patters against the windows, and every surface outside, he finds it rhythmic and soothing. He also likes the way you watch it falling with curious eyes, as though you’ve never seen rain before in your life. Not to mention the smell it leaves afterward—that goes without saying. But ever since the accident, he’s hated thunderstorms.

At best, thunderstorms caused him were minor flashbacks—he would be paralyzed for a few minutes, before coming back to reality, slowly blinking in his surroundings. But the worst—and unfortunately most common—thing they caused were panic attacks.

He was good at keeping both of these a secret, and he hated the idea of anyone ever possibly finding out. In turn, he was careful about planning around the storm—often leaving chunks in his schedule of space if one was approaching. Even if one came by surprise, he knew how to make a quick escape within the first couple of rumbles—sometimes he was able to create a portal to somewhere with more tame weather, but the onset of one usually gripped his emotions too much for him to perform the spell.

Before he met you, he didn’t want anyone around while they happened—all he wanted was a dark place where no one else would be. Not that he had told you—despite the two of you dating for a while, and him trusting you more than anyone else in the world—he didn’t know how, or if he even could tell you he got panic attacks. He hadn’t even told you about his aversion to thunder, but the idea of you being there was nice.

Unfortunately, tonight was one of those nights where a thunderstorm came on unexpectedly without any kind of forecasting.

You had only started drifting to sleep when it started, but it woke him up quickly, making him jolt up. You could make out his figure in the darkness—sitting with the blankets cast across his lap, and his heaving deeply like he’d just had a nightmare.

“Stephen? What’s wrong?”

He shook his head, forcing his breathing to calm down. “Nothing…it’s nothing. Go back to sleep.”

“I wasn’t asleep,” you mumbled, before speaking up, “are you sure you're okay?”

He nodded, burying his hands beneath the blankets pooled in his lap so that you wouldn’t see them shaking—not wanting to worry you while he fought off the inevitable.

You kept looking up at him. Eventually, he met your eyes, and you saw him calm down slightly.

“I’m fine, really. I just need to catch my breath.” He insisted.

You hesitated, before nodding, and relaxing back into the bed, once again trying to lull yourself to sleep.

You listened to his breathing slowly, and he eventually laid back down, his back turned towards you. You closed the small gap between you and Stephen, pressing yourself up against his back, and wrapping your arms around his chest.

You could feel him relax against your touch, though his body tensed again with the next roll of thunder, and you could tell his breath quickened again. At this point, you only assumed he was afraid of thunder, and rubbed your hand up and down his chest to help alleviate it. But when he started shaking at the next sound of thunder, you caught on to what was going on.

“It’s okay.” You whispered, tightening your hold slightly—only to apply more pressure, but you made sure that if he pushed your arms away, he’d be able to get out.

But he didn’t push you away—he let out a shaky breath, and rolled over, wrapping his arms around you, burying his head into your chest. His hands were shaky against your back, and you could feel his tears streaking against your chest. You ran your hand up and down his back in an attempt to soothe him.

He jolted against you at the next roll of thunder, his fingers digging into your back—it slightly stung, but you made sure to not react to this.

“You’re okay,” you whispered, “you’re safe, I’m not going anywhere.” His quick, panicked breaths didn’t cease, but you started a breathing exercise, hoping that he would eventually catch on and follow it. You continued rubbing his back slightly, knowing Stephen usually preferred silence when he was upset.

After a while, he was able to focus more on your movements, and eventually caught on to the breathing pattern, beginning to mimic it. His body slowly began to relax against yours, though his tight grip never loosened.

And sometime after even that, Stephen came even more to his senses and unlatched his nails from your skin, mumbling an apology, the response to which was you simply kissing his forehead.

“Would you like tea?” You asked, after another moment of silence.

Stephen paused, and nodded, loosening his grip to let you get up. You went to the kitchen to make his tea, while he went into the bathroom to clean up, splashing his face with water, and drying off with a towel.

When you returned to the bedroom, he was sitting in bed reading. You could tell he was trying to show that he was fine now, but there was still a red rim around his eyes, and his hands had a slight tremble.

He glanced up at you when you entered the room and put his book down. He unsteadily took the tea, murmuring a genuine “thank you”, before bringing the cup up to his lips.

You nodded and crawled into bed next to him. Despite him sitting up, you decided to lie down, wrapping your arms around his hips.

“You don’t have to talk about it, but I’m here if you want to.” You said—you knew he didn’t always want to talk about his problems. Once something was so impending that it was cutting into his sleeping or eating habits or just general well-being, then you would become more stubborn about it, but you simply didn’t have the kind of relationship where you forced each other to talk about what was bothering the other. Both of you always preferred the other to talk on their own time.

There was a moment of silence, before Stephen simply placed his hand on your head, lightly massaging your scalp.

“Thank you.” He said softly, clearly still slightly broken up from crying.

He finished his cup, as the storm still raged outside, but with you lying in his lap he felt slightly better about it. He placed it down on the nightstand, before sinking under the blankets next to you, once again burying his face into your chest.

“I love you.” You whispered, wrapping your arms back around him, mirroring your previous embrace.

“I love you more.” He replied, his voice muffled against you, though you could feel his chest vibrating against you from the deepness of his voice, caused by the sleepiness washing over him.

“Impossible.” You teased. He shook his head in response, though you could feel him smiling.

Your eyelids felt heavy—it seemed as though there was a weight distributed across your entire body—but you still lay awake until he fell asleep, wanting to keep him company. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep against your warmth—he was able to find a piece of comfort despite the sounds of thunder echoing in his ears. In turn, it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep after he did, holding him tightly against your chest until the morning when he would wake up and attend to all he needed to.

#Stephen strange x reader #doctor strange #stephen strange #x reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #x male reader #ptsd #panic attack

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