#dr Strange smut
Text
Kinktober 2023 - Day 10
Exhibitionism with Doctor Stephen Strange
"Something To Keep You Occupied"
Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!
Summary: You come up with a naughty idea for how to keep Stephen entertained at fancy boring events.
Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - exhibitionism, sex toys, inappropriate use of astral projection, dirty talk, swearing, pet names, reference to vaginal sex, reference to oral sex, a little bit of fluff
You had gotten and worn it as part of a deal to get Stephen to agree to go to a ceremony honoring the Avengers. It was something to keep him occupied and keep him from complaining about wanting to leave every five minutes. You didn't realize he would be such a menace with it.
Although, you probably should have. It was Stephen, after all.
The vibrator currently nestled in your panties and in your cunt had settled onto a low buzz. So low you could barely feel it, but you knew this was Stephen merely giving you a chance to catch your breath after spilling your champagne down the front of your dress and sending your silverware clattering onto the floor a minute prior. He had slowly been building up the speed when all of a sudden he turned it to the highest setting. Making you jolt in your seat. Your movements startling those around you.
You knew he wasn't done, though, because he still had his hand in his suit pocket. The pocket with the small remote control that controlled the vibrator. He also still had that wicked smile on his face as he stood by the dais with the rest of the heros, listening to the presenter talk about each one of them. Ignoring how Tony and Steve were both preparing to fight to see who could grab the mic first to give his own speech.
The only person in the room who seemed to occasionally pick up on the sound of the vibrator was Bucky. When Stephen would turn the setting higher, you would see Barnes start looking around like he was looking for a fly or other bug that could have been making that noise. It was kind of funny, actually, but you didn't dare crack a smile. That would have meant you let your guard down, and you knew Stephen would use it as a chance to strike. Even Pepper, who admittedly asked if you were okay after the champagne incident, hadn't figured out the game you and Stephen were secretly playing.
As Tony and Steve both gave their speeches, an eternity seemed to pass. Neither of them were ever short on words. The rest of the heroes basically gave up on getting back to their own tables and took seats in the chairs that had been placed on the stage.
Your nerves were still on edge from your almost orgasm earlier, and the soft vibrations of the low teasing setting only worked to aggravate you. You decided to head for the bathroom as a chance to distract you, and maybe if you were fast enough, you could even get yourself off once without Stephen knowing.
The ladies' room was completely empty. Most of the audience, those who didn't have to deal with them every day, were totally rapt by Tony and Steve's speeches. So you really felt no reason to hurry. Taking time to touch up your makeup before deciding if you would take matters into your own hands. So to speak.
After re-applying your lipstick and putting it back into your handbag, you certainly didn't expect to look up and see Stephen standing behind you in the mirror. Except when you turned around, he wasn't there. Confused, you spun back to face the mirror only to see his striking blue eyes and cheeky smile staring back at you once more.
"Stephen, what's going on?"
He chuckled and moved over to the door visible in the mirror. Throwing the lock before coming to stand behind you once again.
"Astral projection, sweetheart. I saw you sneak out, and I decided this was an opportunity far too good to miss. You see, I'm still very much sitting on that stage, remote control in my pocket, but this way, I get to see you fall apart. Completely uninhibited by the fear of others seeing or hearing."
If you concentrated, you could feel his hands coming to rest on your hips and his lips ghosting over your neck. Watching the form in the mirror where in reality there was no one visible. You let your head lull to the side and swore you could feel him sucking and biting at your neck.
"The best part, my love, is that thanks to my training, I can still control small motor functions in my body, even as my astral form is here with you."
With that statement, the setting on the vibrator changed, becoming several speeds stronger. A gasp pulled from your throat, and your eyes jolted open. Stephen's grin grew into a full-on smile. Your hands gripping at the marble of the counter, hoping to keep yourself up right.
The feeling of one of his hands moving to cup your sex and the other moving to grope at one of your breasts. The fabric of your dress bunching up as you ground down against the invisible force of Stephen's palm, making your cunt clench and your body shudder.
"That's it, sweetheart. I know how close you are. Can feel how fucking soaked your panties are, and its not from spilling your drink. I'm surprised our two super soldiers out there can't smell your sweet little cunt drenching everything. I was very tempted to let you cum earlier but then when you couldn't control yourself I knew that you would get us caught. I should punish you for that, but frankly this is more fun."
He notched the vibrator up a little higher and changed the pulse pattern so you would have to set a tempo against his hand in order to get the friction you wanted. The fingers of his other invisible hand starting to pinch and tug at your nipple through the fabric of your dress. Stephen was 100% correct. You were already insanely close to cumming, and with the added almost overwhelming feeling of his astral form pressed against your back you could practically feel your orgasm building stronger by the second. Licking at the edges of your spinal column.
"Imagine how it would look if someone else were to walk in. Find you whimpering and grinding against nothing. Like such a horny little slut. Little would they know how much of a good girl you're being for me. Now hurry up and make yourself cum. I think they are finally almost done. Then I believe I've fulfilled my part of our deal, and something tells me you'll be just as ready as me to head home to our bedroom as I am."
You fervently nodded in agreement at his statement. Unable to form the correct coherent sentence. You were very much ready to let Stephen take you back home to the Sanctum and have him fuck you silly. Just the thought made you have to bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning loudly enough that you knew someone would hear. Still letting little whimpers and moans fall since you knew Stephen wouldn't let you actually cum if you were too quiet.
Your hips starting to speed up, and your head dropping back, a little frustrated that you couldn't lay your head back on Stephen's shoulder. As hot as this was, it still wasn't the same as having him really touching you. It only made you double your efforts to cum faster so you could get him home. Your eyes closing in concentration, focusing on the vibrations, the sensation of Stephen's hands ghosting over your form, and his words in your ear.
"Why don't you beg me? Since you were saying I'm always the one who's so impatient to leave these things. Seems like your present has worked to turn the tables on you. Tell me what you want? Tell me why you want to go home so badly? I wanna hear you beg for me as you cum."
You were on the verge of tears as you chased your high. The knot in your stomach beginning to tighten, and your hips starting to buck more wildly. The only thing keeping you standing was your grip on the cool marble countertop. You willed yourself to open your eyes and lock them with Stephen's astral form through the mirror. If he wanted you to beg, then you would make it good.
"Want to cum, Stephen. You've had me so wet all night. I'm surprised the toy could even stay in my pussy. I want you to make me cum and then I want your cock. Been thinking about you fucking me senseless since you got up on that stage. I love seeing you all dressed up and I just couldn't stop thinking about how bad I wanted to play with you cock. Watch you get hard through your expensive suit. Maybe get on my knees and suck you off. No, I don't think I could wait that long to feel your cock inside me. Fuck, I'm gonna cum!"
The faint sound of Stephen growling into your ear, setting off a chain reaction in your body. Your knuckles blanching as the fire in your belly exploded, sending shockwaves through your body. Your cunt squeezing around the toy and fluttering wildly. Stephen's name coming out as cry amongst your high pitched moans and whimpers. His voice coaxing you through your orgasm.
"Good girl. So beautiful when you cum just for me. That's it, baby. Don't hold back. Such a good girl. Love you so much. This idea you had was such a good one."
As you started to come down from your high, the vibrator made you jump and squirm. Your body teetering on the edges of overstimulation. You felt Stephen slowly lower the settings until the only buzzing was what was left in your nerve endings.
You smiled at the faint form of your partner in the mirror. You looked almost a little drunk in your post-pleasure haziness. The sound of loud applause shaking both of you from the moment. Suddenly you remembered you were standing in a public bathroom and that the man who had just made you cum was actually occupied receiving an award on stage in the other room.
You moved to straighten out your dress and reassemble your hair. Stephen's astral form straightening up behind you. You knew he would have to go back into his body momentarily if your tryst was to go unnoticed by the others.
"You should get back out there, Stephen. Sounds like it's finishing up. As soon as you get off that stage, I'm dragging you off to our bed. I'll send Pepper an apology for our sudden departure later. I think we've stayed plenty long enough."
He smiled at you and nodded. Leaning in to ghost one more kiss over your neck. The ticklish sensation making you giggle and nuzzle into the air where he would have been. He walked over to the door and flipped open the lock.
Before he could pass through the door, you told him one more thing.
"Stephen… I love you too, and I am so proud of you. Now, hurry up so we can go home."
--------------------------------
Back to Kinktober 2023 masterlist
Back to main masterlist
Stephen Strange Taglist: @starkiller-queen @glitterylokislut @verycollectivecreator @chatampr @maskmare931 @lovecleastrange @wheredafandomat @mkixx @evelynrosestuff @katefullerrr @littlepinknightmare @foofarny @stygianoir @moonroyalt @saturnsbabe69 @blaxdet @blackrose-92 @ironstrange1991 @rindulacre @nancy-thompsons @wolfatheartandsoul @dangerouslittlefairy @n0obmaster-69 @oliveoilthoughts @onebatch--twobatch @yourmajesty13 @blondekel77 @lil-sweater-slut @gwephen @taramaria @sinceimetyou @slashersrus @coeurgrenaty @cc13723things @just--a-magpie @supervengerslock @strangelockd @dont-feel-so-good-peter @kingsmanperfecthartwin @ghost-lantern @inlovewithloki16 @thefalconandthewinterwidowshield @itssmaugtheterrible @katherinemaximoff @veryfancydoilies @cute-angi @mochacake2016 @prix19 @alexfanficnook @anotheroddfish @namor-is-the-way @xourownsidee @baes-x @dreamingsmile @negar77rd @imaginesfreetotake @ppatricia34me @rougepetale @tis-vereon @divinearchangel @sherlux @hiddlechive @ginnykate @thatesqcrush @friendofplenti @yuugenmomo @holdmyowos @the-royal-petals @lokislov3 @captaincarmel164 @lucimorningst4r @mydearalmira @petalcranberry @singhfae @emotionsareforuglypeople @trappedinlimbo15 @veryladyqueen @icytrickster17 @kentucky-criedfricken @briefhandsstudenttoad @calamityismyspecialty @sinisterstrange616 @patbrdac @trojanaurora @azu21 @massivehahaao3tree @strangesgirls @tobios-shawty @evelyn-kingsley @rmoonstoner @aphroditesdilemma
#kinktober#kinktober 2023#doctor strange#stephen strange#doctor strange x reader#stephen strange x reader#doctor strange smut#stephen strange smut#stephen strange x you#doctor strange x you#doctor strange x y/n#stephen strange x y/n#dr. stephen strange#doctor strange fanfiction#doctor stephen strange#doctor strange fluff#stephen strange fluff#stephen strange fanfiction#dr stephen strange#dr strange smut#benedict cumberbatch#benedict cumberbatch smut#benedict cumberbatch fanfiction#mcu smut#marvel smut#dr. strange#doctor strange x female reader#stephen strange x fem!reader#stephen strange x female reader#dr strange x reader
418 notes
·
View notes
Text
Happpy New Year
Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader
Word count: 1.7k
Warnings: explicit content 18+, slut shame, chocking
Description: Stephen doesn't like that you recived a compliment, he doesn't like that somebody would even consoder they had a chance with you.
——————————
Most people are drunk right now, you’re not denying that you were, of course nobody leaves a Stark party completely sober. All beat it, most of the guests haven’t left yet, they were currently counting down to midnight last you heard the ball will drop in 10 minutes, but you couldn’t care right now. You’re currently pressed up against the padded wall of what looks like a gym, technically you hadn’t left Stark Tower yet, with your legs neatly parted over Stephen's shoulders as his tongue glided through your slick folds.
“Oh fuck steph- we’re gonna miss the countown, we have to- shit.” Your eyes squinted shut and your hand tightened in his hair as he drew you closer to an orgasm. Your statement was thoroughly met with a grunt and a quick “I don’t care sweetheart” as his tongue continued to lap its way around your clit.
This had all started because Thor complimented your dress, he meant no harm of course only stating that you should belong with the Asgardian gods. But like always Stephen was jealous, he hated that a man would even consider himself worthy of being able to see you the way he did, a goddess in your own right. So after that one incident, at exactly 11:49pm Stephen had enough of the looks you were getting, even though you only had eyes for him, and proceeded to pull you into the nearest empty room and show exactly how only he could make you feel.
“Shhh, sweetheart, don’t want anyone hearing those sweet sounds you make for me.” He said, snaking his hand up your body to cover your mouth as you came. He lifted your legs off his shoulder and pinned you between him and the wall. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he kissed you, your hands continued to work on the buttons of his shirt as they had done earlier before he dropped to his knees for you. “Ah, ah sweetheart” he grabbed your wrists and moved your hand to his tight trousers where you palmed him through his clothes, “we gotta do this fast, i want all the others to see me kiss you at midnight.” He purred as he spun you around, tracing his cock between your folds before pushing you against the wall with a deep thrust.
You didn’t like jealous stephen, but you loved the way he fucked, he was normally so gentle and kind making sure to touch and kiss you everyway possible before slowly drawing out orgasm after orgasm. But jealous Stephen, he fucked hard, he wasnt one for yelling or arguing, so he would take out his frustrations by pounding into you, he wanted to prove how fast he could make you cum how only he could make you feel that good.
“You’re mine you know that right?” He purred as he sucked and nibbled at the pulse point on your neck leaving a purple mark for all to see. His cock had the perfect curve making it rub right against your g-spot in this position.
“Steph- please, i know im yours, fuck” you cried as his hand snaked around your neck bringing your head to his. He squeezed slightly, not enough to make it hard for you to breathe, but enough for your hand to clamp onto his wrist and walls to clench around his cock.
“Did you like the way Thor looked at you?” He moved his free hand to pull your dress down just enough to expose your tits to the world. “Did you want him looking at these?” He groaned with his cock twitching inside you. He grabbed on one of your tits, roughly massaging it in his hand and pinching on the nipple. “You know you’re so beautiful, I know you know every man smart enough wants you, admit it you like the attention.” He hissed, kissing your neck and thrusting even harder causing a pile of weights to tumble to the floor. “Tell me sweetheart, do you enjoy the attention?”
“Ye- shit, yes stephen. Fuck.” You moaned, your legs shaking at the overstimulation. He spun you around so that you could see yourselves in the mirrored walls, one hand gripped your chin and pointed you towards the mirror, while the other clung around your abdomen holding you in place as he kept himself inside you.
“Look at you.” He hummed in satisfaction, you looked at what you saw, your dress creased, tits popping out over the top of your dress, mascara running down your face, legs shaking, “look at us” you looked at him through the reflection, eyes darkened, hair stuck with sweat to his forehead, shirt falling down his shoulders and his trousers down only just enough to get his cock out. It was a sight to see, yet a sight you and stephen both loved to see, he loved showing you what he can do to you, and you loved that stupid dumb sarcastic smile of his.
His arm that wrapped around your waist slid down to your clit as he continued pushing inside you, his fingers played with your clit using his precum that dripped from you as a lubricant, adding to the pleasure. You squeezed your eyes shut as you could feel that knot tightening, threatening to break as your insides fluttered. Stephen moaned at the sensation of your walls clenching around him.
“Open your eyes” he demanded “I want you to watch as I make you cum, i want you to realise you’re a slut, but you’re my slut.” He grunted as he felt himself drawing closer to his release, his fingers now frantically swiped up and down your clit and with his cock still hitting your g-spot, the sensation became unbearable and the knot snapped, this felt different your felt yourself dripping onto him and creating a small puddle on the hard gym floor. Your knees buckled and you melted to the floor where Stephen set you on all fours, still making sure you can see yourself in the mirror. He kept himself inside you as you slumped, trying to catch your breath
“You see that, that's how good I can make you feel. Tell me what you are.” he said, giving you a single hard thrust causing the sound of skin on skin to echo through the dark room.
“Yours.” you said through breathless moans, this landed a firm yet satisfying slap on you ass as he sped up his motions.
“My what?” he said “speak up” he said moaning, following his own ecstasy
“Your slut.” you cried out, holding yourself up as you could see in the mirror that he was completely lost in the chase for his own orgasm, so you angled yourself that you were pushing yourself onto him every time he entered you. “I’m your slut stephen, yours and yours alone, my pussy is made for you.” your words only encouraged him as he moaned with the satisfaction that the lesson he had been trying to teach you had finally sunk in.
“That's right sweetheart, your mine” His trembling hands practically vibrated as he gripped the fat of your hips turning his knuckles white. You looked in the mirror, the smell of sex filling your nostrils, you looked at the sight behind you, his biceps straining through the sleeves of that white dress shirt you loved so much, his muscular chest shining with sweat. That was the man you fell in love with, every inch of him, even his salt and pepper temples he hated so much, you loved him.
“Say it again sweetheart.” he begged, he was so close.
“I’m your slut Stephen. I want you to fill me up, make your slut drip with your cum Stephen.” you called out with a victorious smile as he came, strengthening his grip on your waist. His body caved on top of yours as he littered your shoulder with kisses.
“Did you fuck out that atitude?” you asked with a giggle
“I don’t have an attitude.” he stated, sitting back on his knees and watching his seed drip from you. “I just like to make my opinion clear.” he smiled when you jolted as he pushed his cum back into your sensitive hole.
“I think you did.” you got up and put your underwear back on, which had been left at the door, the face he pulled when he realised you were just going to keep his seed inside you almost wanted to make you do it all again, but you did have a deadline to meet. You watched as he buttoned up his shirt and tucked himself back in place. “You know I love you and only you right?”
“Of Course i do.” he walked over and kissed your forehead “i just wished other people understood that.” he clicked his fingers and your makeup and hair neatened themselves up like nothing had happened and linked his arm into yours.
“It was just a compliment Stephen, Thor didn’t mean anything by it.” you laughed to yourself as the hum of the party grew near
“You don’t know that for sure.” Stephen joked back as he grabbed two glasses of champagne and handed one to you.
“I know you’re jealous.” you looked at him and he rolled his eyes
“So what if I was?” he smiled “Sometimes i think you prefer it.”
“So what if I did?” your brow quirked, he opened his mouth to say something when you were interrupted by the rest of the guests beginning to count down and stephen lead you to the balcony where the others where
“3… 2… 1… Happy new year!” Stephen pulled you towards him and locked his lips with yours with a passionate kiss, you had to grip your glass so that you didn’t drop it on impact, he pulled you closer to him, allowing you to rest on his chest before finally parting.
“Happy new year sweetheart.” he smiled and gave you another peck
“Happy new year.” you smiled back
“Now correct me if i’m wrong but we need to go home, i haven’t seen you naked since last year.” he pulled your wrist
“That joke wasn’t funny last year and it still isn’t” you gave him a pity laugh
“Then why are you following me?”
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
A/N: I have to say i might have gotten a little carried away with some of the language there, but im not appologising, this was based of a dream i had a few weeks back and i thought i'd turn it into a lil end of year gift for you all because in january i will have bneen posting for two years which is crazy to me because this year we have grown from around 50 followrrs to 250! which is even more crazy so, hope to get back into the swing of things next and hope you all have a great new year love ypu all sm! <3
#benedict cumberbatch#benedict cumberbatch x female!reader#spotify#dr strange x you#doctor strange#doctor strange sorcerer supreme#doctor strange x female reader#marvel fanfic rec#marvel smut#dr strange smut#doctor strange smut#sinister stephen strange#stephen strange x reader#happy new year#goodbye 2023#gmmtv 2024#new years party#Spotify
217 notes
·
View notes
Note
I can just imagine strange being so stressed out after practically saving the multiverse and fucking the stress out of him goddddddd. - 🧊
i can see itttt, just coming home to you and falling into your lap. he’d use his magic to make everything easier, ridding the both of you of clothes, etc.
imagjne having him ride you while he’s so stressed, the whole thing would be so softtt! you’re sitting with your legs spread and you have a lap full of stephen. he’s bouncing languidly.
your hands would find his hips and and help him move faster. you could practically see his stress melting away and he’d drape his arms over your shoulders and hold you close as he moaned in your ear.
you’d have to make him cum at least twice; that’s how pent up he truly was. though you had no complaints, making stephen wail and cry out in the most beautiful way possible.
#answered#dom male reader#dom!reader#top male reader#avengers x male reader#marvel x male reader#avengers x reader#sub stephen strange#sub stephen#sub!stephen strange#sub!stephen#stephen strange x reader#stephen strange x male reader#dr strange x male reader#dr strange x reader#dr strange smut#stephen strange smut#dr strange x reader smut#🧊 anon
633 notes
·
View notes
Text
‘Good Girl’
Dr Strange x fem!reader
- i got a request for a forbidden love type fic and fuck me this took long. but this inc the best smut i’ve written in a while so bon appetite. enjoy sluts x
You caught onto Stephen's stare, he was glaring at you with that severe look you've come to expect from him on nights like this. It was like he was testing you. Teasing you. Punishing you for something neither of you could have freely. But all you could do was meet his cool breezy eyes that were filling to the brim with a near calculated hubris and undignified jealousy. The kind you haven't seen since all of this started
-
You found yourself tossing and turning over thoughts you shouldn't have about a person you shouldn't even be focused on. What was it about Stephen Strange? The man was an anomaly, you don't think you've ever seen him smile let alone blink. Stephen was interesting, you wanted to know more about him, uncover all the secrets wrapped up like a movie reel but he'd never let anyone come close. His trust was always compromised and he had to protect his peace, he was the ruler of self preservation but...you wanted to wreck the bubble he lived in. Before a mission briefing, he held the door open for you, his face was hard and expressionless but his eyes bore into yours with a certain sincerity that made you halt in your tracks.
You had an inkling about the way this made you feel, and you didn't like it. Why? Because it was against the rules, the rules that were designed to be adhered to or you'd get the boot from this team that you worked so hard to get onto. Though it was difficult for you to deny that there was a weird spark settling over your heat everytime you were near him, what made it all the more embarrassing and terrifying was that you were sure he caught onto it
These thoughts buzzed your brain awake. Constantly glancing at your clock didn't do yourself any justice either, for fucks sake it was 1 in the morning and you still couldn't sleep. It was suddenly becoming too hot. You flung the covers off of you and sighed into nothing. Your mouth turned dry and to your dismay you had no water left in your bedside bottle. You hung your head and groaned into your pillow, though it was surprising to see your feet had finally found the floor. Grabbing your bottle, you trudged into the light praying that this was all just a fleeting whirlwind that would end soon
You were good. You were a good girl. You listened to the rules, you were happy in your position. All you needed to do now was stay good. Not matter if the void was calling you
Stephen wasn't an angel. He was blinded by his own self importance and he's made a few albeit questionable decisions that could have put the others at risk. He looked as if he'd seen every single aspect of life-the good, hopeful and the downright ugly. He was experienced...you weren't
All you had to do now was avoid him, no matter the expense.
You left your room and padded down to the kitchen to fill up the bottle, maybe grab a midnight snack in the process- you more than deserved the treat. Although to your suprise, the lights leading to the kitchen were still on. It was probably Natasha or someone else that didn't care about your appearance at this moment, you were counting on it. You approached with caution, however.
And suprise fucking surprise. It was him- the one you had planned on avoiding.
Stephen darted his head up, he was fixing himself a stiff drink at such an unholy hour. You stopped in your movements, stilling at the sight of him like a deer in the headlights. Your heart stopped and pounded against your chest when you finally regained the breath that fled you. Why the fuck was he here? He's not supposed to be here
‘’Oh. Hey.’’ Stephen regarded you with a thick heavy voice. It was so incredibly jarring to see him wear normal clothes, your wild eyes scanned to see he was wearing a plain dark tee and some sweatpants- that clung onto him like a second skin.
"Hey. Aren't you supposed to be at the Sanctum?’’ You found your way around the counter to the sink.
To Stephen's shock, you attempted to keep your cool. He wanted to laugh. He had never seen you ty so hard to act normal- it was amusing and slightly endearing.
Hm.
‘’I just needed to pick up a few things. Most importantly this bourbon.’’ Stephen's gaze was unflinching as he surveyed your every waking move, committing it to memory as a means to figure you out. His eyes were fervently observing what you were wearing. A button down, the kind of dress shirt a guy would wear under a tux, a quite literally nothing else.
Stephen raised a discerning brow at your purpose. You were so subservient yet you were freely showing your bear legs shamelessly. What a twisted inclination, so out of character. He liked it.
You scoffed. ‘’The difference between us is you're drinking alcohol, I'm drinking water at this hour.’’ A ghost of a smile landed on your lips. You turned the tap on and started filling up the bottle.
‘’Well aren't you the poster woman for sobriety.’’ Stephen joked and you stilled at the words landing on your ears, Strange joking was like a lunar eclipse, it rarely happened and it was kind of magical. You turned your head and bit your lip playfully as your eyes locked with his.
‘’I'm happy being healthy.’’ You smirked and he paused for a beat to study you.
‘’Not healthy enough to join me for a drink?’’ He offered. It would be prudent not to take him up on it but your heart rate was kicking into overdrive and you were slowly getting addicted to the rush he was giving you in such a shot amount of time. Fuck. This wasn't good.
‘’Sure.’’ You replied bashfully and he took out another glass and started pouring, you haven't even had alcohol in you and you were starting to loosen up already. You were finally coming out of your shell. It was rejuvinating to Stephen.
You inched closer to him as you leaned agains the cool marble counter, you were close enough to feel his air and to smell his rich cologne. The sensation of it was heating your blood tenfold. Stephen could feel your eyes raking him up and down- like you were checking him out. It boosted his ego indefinitely.
If he had to describe you, a litany of words came to mind. Shy. Intelligent. Flirty. Hotter than the core of the fucking sun. Sometimes reality is stranger than fiction, he wouldn't have guessed he'd have an actual conversation with you.
‘’Whose is that?’’ Stephen pointed a pinky at your shirt before he passed the glass to you. Your face blushed a muted red and good Lord you looked incredible. Traces of desire were evident on you but he had to keep himself composed. You quickly hung your head and glanced at what you were wearing.
‘’Uhm.’’ You pondered momentarily. "You’re assuming that this is someone elses? That's presumptious of you.’’ You sneered with a certain flirt in your voice, it was fun. Cute. He chuckled lowly before taking a sip.
‘’I was actually going to ask who the lucky guy was.’’ Stephen declared very matter of factly and it made you splutter into your glass, Stephen smirked like an asshole and you had to regain your posture and square you shoulders to retain some sort of dignity.
‘’Lucky guy? There's no lucky guy Stephen.’’ Your eyes bore into his scorchingly, wildfire swirling against wildfire- completely uncontrollable and heady as fuck.
‘’Any red blooded male would want you in their bed.’’ Stephen flirted deadly serious in his inflection but you looked at him through challenging eyes.
‘’Including you?’’ You blurted without thinking.
‘’Mhm.’’
Oh?
‘’But you're a good girl.’’ Stephen's eyes darted away from yours in dismissal as he focused back on his bourbon.
What?
‘’Good girl?’’ You repeated like a dumb parrot, it was impossible to contain the shock in your voice.
‘’There is actually a difference between you and I: you're good, I'm not. I don't think you want me to ruin whatever sunshine cocktail you've got going on here.’’
‘’Maybe I've been silently begging you to.’’
He paused to regain a breath.
‘’The things I'd do to you-‘’
‘’Why don't you do it?’’
‘’Don't you always follow the rules? Stephen raised a condescending eyebrow at you, completely knowing of your true nature- you didn't exactly hide the fact that you were a goody two shoes. He traced a fleeting finger around the underside of your jaw, you practically melted into such a cursory and short lived touch before he pulled away. ‘’Isn't that your whole shtick?’’
‘’Don't you like that?’’ You shot back and he was disarmed once more, it was written all over his face. If only he just opened up his eyes and shut his mouth to just see what he's been missing. ‘’Or do I have to put it in words that make it easy for you to understand?’’ You took a swig of your drunk and Stephen just stared down at you like a dumbfounded idiot.
‘’I don't want to taint your perfect record.’’ Stephen grumbled heavy, his eyes turned pale as they alight with a real candor and earnestness that made you loosen up a little more.
Stephen took your pause as a means to drink you in like the bourbon in his hand. Except you weren't fiendish or burning his throat like the liquid courage, you were sweet- so sweet you could throw up. Fresh, full of light and wonder, completely entrancing and you didn't even realise it. But after a while of studying you, you were everything that he wasn't. You were good. A good girl and to be honest he felt like the big bad wolf in your presence. His curiosity could be countered with that of a cat, you were just so different than all the other women that wanted him. Stephen thought that you wouldn't be his type, but he could completely understand how your heart and turnons could be multilayered. What a cliche. You were interested in the older more experienced guy and Stephen would be lying if he said he wasn't so damn pleased about it. He glanced at your shirt and his mood soured slightly, he didn't like the idea of you wearing someone another guy's dress shirt. It should be his. No one elses.
Slow down, Strange. Let's not be hasty here.
That look on your face though made his dick twitch in his pants. Your eyes were wide and guileless yet flirty and playful, Jesus.
‘’Do you want me to put it crudely?’’ You bit your lip, your mouth already running a full course marathon to the man that was already making you wet with his words
‘’Go for it.’’
‘’I want you to fuck me.’’
Stephen looked a little disappointed with your response.
‘’Is that how vulgar you can go? Damn, you really are a goody two shoes, aren't you?’’ He quipped and you were slightly offended, but he want wrong. The fact that you were talking like this to one of your teammates was making your nervous system kick into a hyperactive overdrive. You could lose everything because of this...but it seemed that none of that mattered now. ‘’I mean have you even fucked before?’’ Stephen asked genuinely. He was actually wondering for real this time, have you even considered being adventerous in bed before? Have you ever even been to bed with another man before? Did that mean he would be your first fuck? Your first proper orgasm? Shit, he'd better make this good then.
Calm down. You both aren't doing anything right now...you're just talking...like normal people. That's it.
Stephen took a minute to bridle his thoughts and act like a proper human being. You probably haven't even said the word 'fuck' out loud and it made him want to laugh.
‘’My own fingers don't count, do they?’’ You bit sarcastically, a snarl forming on your face alongside the twist of your lips. Oh you weren't happy and it was easy to see it
‘’Did I strike a nerve?’’ Stephen gave you a look of faux sincerity and you scoffed at him.
You just glowered at him through heavy lidded, lust clouded eyes- the outlines of a plan briefly forming in your head. You took a step back from him and his gaze followed you. You hands slowly fell upon the buttons of your botton down, you teasingly unbottoned the the top botton...then the second button…and then finally the third button. Stephen's eyes watched your ministrations intently and he was goddamn hypnotised by it all; he was also getting slightly annoyed at watching you tease him. You stopped before going any further so it was only your cleavage that was on show. No bra? Stephen thought that was pretty ballsy of you considering how sunshine-y you were.
‘’Is this heading somewhere or am I just wasting my time? Or am I gonna get myself into trouble for something that isn't even worth it?’’ You breathed as you crossed your arms in defiance. So tired of the fact that he was dragging this along...but was the risk worth the outcome? You weren't sure- but you were aching to know.
’We're both asking a lot of questions. I mean if Tony or Fury finds out then-‘’
You cut Stephen off from his words with a searing kiss, you grabbed at his face like it was the last thing you would hold. He was startled at first but he melted into your embrace fairly quickly...Lord, he was yearning for something he wasn't allowed to have. He couldn't have this freely. this freely. No. But he didn't give a fuck when you tasted that good.
‘’I don't give a fuck about Fury.’’ You gritted against his lips.
-
You couldn't give a shit about him. You wouldn't give a shit about him- not here, not now, not when everyone was prying and wandering eyes saw what everything has come to. Stephen and you were both far too intelligent to let get something as stupid as emotions get in the way, but fuck, it was getting in the way - everytime you looked at him you could practically see the sparks explode in a line from your gaze to his.
You were both private, closed off people; you were both getting good and pretending like Stephen was just another teammate, just another random guy you had to work with professionally, it never had to be too friendly. If anything you would avoid it in most social situations but this was different. You were at a party. Stephen hated parties, you knew damn well. Pillowtalk can actually be helpful. You tried conversing with other agents but you could feel Stephen's stare burn into the right side of your skull, when you quickly peered you saw him with Wong and fucking Tony...it was like the world was against you today and you attempted to surpress your frown. Your fingers tapped at your glass in order to aid in dealing with your scattered thoughts.
Even your fucking drink reminded you of him.
Stephen's glare was that of a lingering one, he couldn't fucking take his eyes off you when you looked so sweet and delicious- he thought you looked incredible in dresses but he preferred you in his shirts, or more specifically nothing at all. He had to conceal the smirk that was so obviously forming on his face; all of the experiences he's had with you seemed to play like a movie reel in his mind and it only made him that much more restless. His scowl formed inwards to himself. He hated being bound by rules and he hated himself for letting it dictate when and how he can see you, it was tampering with his rational steady head.
Stephen was eyeing you like an animal starved of a meal, like a wild salivating dog with rabies and even when you flashed him one simple look, the urge to just grab you and fuck you hard in the bathroom seemed like a less and less insane idea.
Don't be stupid, Strange. She's not all yours to have whenever you please.
Stephen felt indefinitely embittered and apprehensive over the male agents fawning over you and being sycophantic in your presence. They couldn't say no to you even if they tried, but Strange couldn't help but agree with them entirely- you looked lovely...and he was the only one that could actually see you naked. Feel you. Touch you. Kiss you all over, wherever you wanted. Though it does dampen his spirits because he wished he could just grab you and show all these people who you belonged to. He was being quite literal when he said that these agents were chasing you like boys in a schoolyard. Stephen's temple thrummed with an easily identifiable envy, it pulsated in a frisson of annoyance and irritation. Fuck. Your gaze lingered and you didn't back away this time. It was fixed. It was intent. It was an incentive. Stephen just threw his head to the side a little bit as an indicator to follow him in the direction he was pointing to. He excused himself between Wong and Tony and headed through the halls You kept a stiff upper lip and your non chalant and placid character seemed to work to the outside world, but as your feet hit the ground towards him, your inhibitions were fleeing you like ashes from wildfire.
Stephen found a quiet sleek hallway that no one was inhibiting and waited around for you, his hands went into his suit pockets as his primal urge remained the strongest of them all, stronger than the jealousy, stronger than the envy. He wanted you so bad, it reminded him of the first time he truly realised it in the kitchen. His mind was frenzying, he had a thought that startled him: was he in love with you? He felt like a madman but the tension didn't ease when you were here...right in front of him.
You melted into his immediate embrace but you stilled once you realised that anyone could be watching.
‘’Not here.’’ You mumbled but you weren't in any hurry to push him off.
‘’I hate pretending like I don't want you.’’ Stephen grunted before he met your guileless eyes once more, his hand cupped your face and his finger smoothed out the skin of your cheek. ‘’And all those boys think they have a chance with you, they're practically undressing you with their eyes and I fucking hate it.’’ His voice was bitter and angry, the way he said it made your knees turn wobbly. ‘’If only they knew I was your first fuck, that I was there before all of them and I was the one that made you cum so hard-‘’
‘’That would be quite an interesting predicament, yeah.’’ You cut Stephen off with a tongue in cheek remark and he wasn't loosening up in the slightest, your feet inched closer to his and your lips were only a few inches apart. ‘’But, doesn't that make us special? Doesn't it make you feel special? That you're the only one that makes me so fucking dumb for you...that you're the one that makes me make a mess for you. that you are the only one capable of making me feel good? I mean just looking at you tonight made me wet.’’ You breathed against his lips sensually, and he was already giving into you and your perfect machinations.
‘’I've made you bad. You've turned bad. I like it.‘’ Stephen smirked and his eyes lit with a pale fire.
‘’You got your sling ring?’’
‘’Always.’’
‘’No-one will be at the Sanctum, take me there and do whatever you want.’’ You smiled brazenly and he was already forming a portal to his bedroom...a twisted part of him wanted to fuck you in public...yeah maybe next time. Stephen always had to juggle being brazen and keeping his composure, it was a difficult pairing to say the least. ‘’Or you could just death stare at the boys like you've been so callously doing all night? You know they're afraid of you, right? They think you're intimidating, they wouldn't mess with you.’’
‘’But they'd mess with you, and I don't like it.’’ He declared before grabbing your hand and walking you through the portal with a strut you only saw when he was annoyed.
You've only ever been in Stephen's room once but the bed appeared bigger than you remembered- you couldn't wait to christen it in a night of deep throes of passion, you were desperate for it at this point. But then again, when weren't you desperate for him.
‘’I don't have to admit that I'm a jealous guy because I'm sure you've figured it out already, but I feel like I'm blind and tortured on this. It's childish of me to give into my primeval urge of being the coldest, apathetic guy in the room but with you-‘’ He couldn't even finish his sentence, his big hands just grabbed you by the waist and you fell into him, faces barely inches apart- a fucking sheet a paper wouldn't even fit betwen your bodies, you could sense the heat radiating off of him.
Stephen's words were setting your heart on fire, when he embraced you again your insides were about to explode. His eyes were scorching and wanton and you could only reflect it, you've never seen him this short fused and rousing before.
‘’I'm yours. Only yours.’’ You breathed against his lips before you ducked your mouth to his jaw and neck and planted soft reassuring kisses on his skin. ‘’And I don't want you to not be near me.’’ Your whisper was barely audible and his hands flew up to cradle your face in response. ‘’God, these past few weeks I've had to use my fingers and imagination just to get myself off.’’
With that, he instinctively spun you around and bent you over the front of his bed- using your hair as a personal leash.
Stephen's hands were careless, his fingers pinched you as he worked to get your pretty little dress off, the one that all of the other agents were practically stripping you of with their own wandering eyes. The unwelcome thought only fuelled his roughness, his indifference- the first time Stephen had you, he made sure to be gentle with you because he knew you'd break fairly quickly...but you actually proved him wrong, you were more insatiable than he was. You were a certified freak in bed. He wondered where all of this came from, where you actually got it from specifically. It was unanticipated and prodigious. Your dress turned into a pile of scraps on his bedroom floor, he smirked when he saw you squirming against his sheets.
You only had your underwear on, lacy, classy, cute. After, Stephen ducked down and made quick work of getting rid of your heels and his own suit jacket.
You heated up every room that you walked into.
‘’You gonna tie me up?’’ You questioned bashfully, your cheeks turning a pretty pink.
‘’You want me to?’’
‘’Mhm.’’
You moaned when he grabbed your waist and slammed you further up the bed, tossing you around like you were his own personal rag doll- it only made you that much wetter.
Stephen grabbed your wrists and you raised them above your head, he took his tie off and the silk wrapped around your wrists; he looped the fabric over your wrists in an infinity motion and tightened it around your skin, you stuggled against it and it only bit into your skin even more- just how he likes it.
He then looped the remaining fabric of the restraint over his iron bedframe so you were quite literally attached to the bed, your arms were already about to go limp. As silence settled through the air, a hard smack on your ass cracked through the air and you moaned at the sheer idea of him leaving his imprint on you. He always had to avoid leaving hickeys and bites on areas that were visible but he had full reign all over all the other places.
‘’Fuck, you're so beautiful.’’ He gaped at you and it only made tour blush that much more apparent
Before he could respond, he viciously grabbed you by the waist again and flipped you over so you were face up, so he could watch you while he made you feel good. The thing only he alone can do. You were a panting pathetic mess already and the urge to remain composed fleeing you the longer he spent with you.
He took off his shirt and then he suddenly ducked down so his eyes were in view of your thighs and glistening heat, fuck you were soaked and it was a beautiful sight to behold.
‘’Stephen...please just touch me.’’
‘’I'm gonna explore you...just like I did the first time.’’ He reassured almost drunkenly, his words blurred by the desire he's spent so long harbouring for you. ‘’Tell me you want it.’’
‘’Yes. I want it bad.’’ You reaffirmed so eagerly it was designed to make Stephen's ego soar. ‘’Fuck...I need it.’’
‘’You seem greedy for it princess.’’
You couldn't even give him a snarky remark, his large hands smoothed up and down your thighs and you felt liquid electricity shoot down your body. Stephen's eyes searched yours as he gawked up at you like a salivating animal. His curious fingers hooked onto your panties and shimmied them down your legs and ended up like scraps on his bedroom floor just like your dress. You were naked in front of him like so many times before and you were just begging to be touched. Stephen planted a few kisses up your thighs as a means to tease and make you squirm.
‘’You say you're bad but here you are...saying yes so easily.’’ Stephen taunted and it only made you whine.
‘’Finger me or eat me out you prude.’’ You bit back harshly and it only made him chuckle lowly, the sick bastard was laughing at you.
He reached out and gripped you by the jaw. A threat and a warning all at once and when you looked him in the eye it dawned upon you. ‘’I'll take however long I please. Now spread your legs wider for me. Yeah?’’
To your dismay, you obliged and his fingers meandered from your chest to your stomach, tracing and moving in torturously slow for you liking- Stephen surveyed the expressions contorted on your face so intently it was like he wanted to burn a hole into your face. His lips pressed down to where your heart laid, then his mouth and tongue flew to your tits. He bit and sucked on them ferociously and your breathless pants seemed to spur him on. He was being intensely methodical and you hated him for it- all you wanted him to do was ram into you already
‘’Shit...I'm so fucking wet.’’ Your voice was like a slur, so drunk off of the pleasure he was giving you.
'’All for you.’’
‘’Huh.’’ Stephen scoffed in pure awe and pride. ‘’You're just have to be perfect, don't you?'’
You smiled in response. Fuck, he was going to destroy you. Stephen's mouth travelled south and his head ducked to your sloppy heat, the sweetest little pussy. The scene was filthy. He kissed your clit and it made you throw your head back and tug on your restraints.
‘’Stop squirming or I won't make you feel good, got it?’’ Stephen gritted with a voice thick with gravel and seriousness. You nodded all wide eyed.
His tongue started working its magic, he licked and sucked on you as if you were the last meal he would ever have. He was obsessed with the sweetness of your arousal, it only motivated him that much more. You always provided for him and now he was the greedy one to take it from you. He grunted into your pussy and it sent vibrations up your body, sparking its way back to your core, you whimpered violently, your mouth agape. Stephen was devouring you, feeding off of your light, consuming every inch of you until you understood that you were his alone. You were clenching around him already and he didn't approve of it and he suddenly unlatched his lips from you to glare at you.
‘mIf you dare think about cumming.’’
‘’I can't take it.’’
‘’Well, you're gonna take it.’’
‘'The other agents wouldn't be as mean.’’ You smirked and it made Stephen's blood roar. His mood darkened instinctively at the idea of them seeing you like this.
‘’Oh if any other man thinks of touching you, they'll be in pieces and you won't get my dick stuffed in you for months.’’ His threat was horrifyingly genuine and you didn't want to take any chances.
Your eyebrows tensed at his eye-opening intimidation and before you could even register anything else, you could hear the clank of his belt and the unzipping of his fly.
‘'Stephen..I-‘’ He slipped the head of his cock inside you before you could finish your plead.
His cock was angry and steel hard as it pulsated inside of you. A whimper escaped your mouth and it shot right down him. You looked borderline pornographic which completely underscored that once light niavete and innocance. Once he got his hands on you, he made you a filthy mess for him. Broken for him. Stephen was selfish and cruel enough to take you with him when burned the world to ashes at your feet- for you. He made sure he was face to face with you, eye contact was so important to him while he did this. He fisted your hair and then tugged it back until you stared straight up at him. He thrusted in and out of you and your legs wrapped around him relentlessly.
‘’That's it...look at me. Look at me while I'm ruining you.’’ Stephen instructed before he engulfed your lips in a searing kiss. ‘’Remember who you belong to.’’
‘’Yours... You... Fuck it's always you.’’ You stammered out pitifully and it was such an endearing thing to hear.
He was making you feel so damn good, he was reaching depths you knew no one else could. He was an expert at his craft and it was paralysing you
Your shaking legs stilled as your heart began to burn with an overwhelming determination to just explode. And you did. With abandon. With euphoria. You gushed onto him and it was a design for perfection, a moan ripped at your vocal chords and you felt your throat turn raw. Stephen's chest started to hurt and his cock throbbed harder, a wash of hot shudders rippled through his entire body once he saw the view on your face. The thrumming of his ensuing grunts travelled all the way up your spine once he started dragging you through your orgasm. Faster and faster until the only sounds of that were ragged breaths, flesh slapping against flesh.
Stephen was so rough and he was half expecting for you to tap out, but you never did. And it made him cum so hard into you, painting your insides a thick white it would be leaking out of you. He was an incredible interior decorator and the thought made him smile which you hastily caught onto when pulled out.
‘’What are you so happy about?’’ You asked softly as he was beginning to take the restraints off you.
‘’Nothing.’’ Now he was the one that was blushing with arousal, he threw the tie away and fell back into bed to envelope an arm around you. To hold you. Embrace you. You'd both clean up later, you just wanted to enjoy your post coital bliss.
Stephen's head hit the pillow and he turned his head to look at you in those pretty eyes he'd spend the rest of his days losing himself in.
‘’You're eyes always glaze over everytime you cum.’’ Stephen remarked and it made you scoff.
‘’Hm, your compliments are always so inventive.’’ You let his big arms engulf you into his embrace and you laid on his bare chest feeling his warmth coat your skin. Stephen stroked your hair rhythmically and you nuzzled further into his neck. Although, Stephen turned serious for a moment and his lips thinned and his gaze narrowed- the silence muffled his eardrums.
‘'I don't like hiding.’’ He said impassively, holding onto you that much tighter. The twisted bedsheets curling up alongside you.
‘’We'd lose everything.’’
‘'I know. I just want to want you freely.’’ Stephen seemed forlorn but he knew it was stupid to be bringing this up again but it was the one thing on his mind.
‘’I think I've gotten used to this little routine of ours.’’
‘’Why?’’
"Because it's ours. No-one elses."
#dr stephen strange#dr strange angst#dr strange fluff#dr strange x fem!reader#dr strange x y/n#stephen strange smut#dr strange smut#stephen strange#doctor strange smut#doctor strange x female reader
537 notes
·
View notes
Text
Pivot | Dr Strange x Y/N
In continuation of 'I can help with that'
Masterlist
W/N: Keeping up with the ideas sent by @lady-harvey and @thearcadeyel in the DM, things keep pivoting between...
Warnings: Absolutely 18+
I could melt, Stephen thought as he silently slid under the covers. He had long forgotten what it would be like to return home after work to find someone warm and beautiful waiting in bed for him.
Y/N mumbled and churned, feeling the dip. She had finally retreated to sleep after her roommate didn’t pick up her calls nor Stephen seemed to return soon. She sighed as gentle fingers caressed her fuzzy hair.
He felt a bit of disappointment when his arms pulled her closer to his chest. Fucking piece of cloth. But it soon followed a wave of guilt. He had left her without a word halfway through… It wasn’t entirely his fault, was it? Wong had held him up longer than it was required. He let out a breath, glancing outside the window. The sky was still filled with the black fog. It will clear out soon now that we have sent those creatures back to their dimension.
Y/N blinked several times trying to adjust to the light. She remained still, silently watching him stare somewhere, jaw clenched, lost in thoughts, feeling his fingers draw light patterns against the shirt. Even with the messy hair and few dull red cuts across his face he undeniably- She shot up abruptly as the realisation of the events of the past hours coursed through her.
“Sweetheart,” Stephen began, unsure of her thoughts and emotions, “I’m sorry about last night. There were things from other dimensions. I had to go…”
“It was alright. I mean, it was literal life and death, right?”
“Yeah, but—”
“Then I can wait. I’m not that important.”
Faint amusement darted through his weary eyes. “Thanks for the understanding.”
He toyed with the collar of the shirt she was wearing. His shirt, technically. “I thought I left you naked.”
“Naked and aroused,” she corrected.
He hummed and ran a thumb down her neck and in between the valley of her clothed breasts. Her nipples pebbled in anticipation.
“This is not appropriate,” he said, undoing the first button and sweet baby Jesus, she threatened to liquefy under his intense, scolding stare. “This has to come off. Did you try to leave?”
“I had wanted to,” she breathed as his thumbs circled her nipples for a moment.
He noticed the use of past tense and nodded. “Good,” he muttered, pinching her pebbled flesh between his fingers, “It will take some time to clear out the mist. Everyone had been instructed to stay indoors until then. ” It was then she noticed the dark gloomy night instead of the bright sunny morning.
Then he just grabbed handfuls of her aching breasts and crushed them between his palms.
She shoved him away. Then she put her hands on his shoulders, straddling him, her tits were right at his face, and he leaned forward, nuzzling between them. Stephen closed his eyes, mouth drifting towards her nipple. His lips parted over it and latched to it like a newborn’s.
She arched at the suction and he put his hands on her back so she couldn't get away. She groaned, so aroused by alternate waves of suction and his tongue swirling around it, she squirmed in his lap.
He held her down, shifting his attention to the other nipple.
His tongue languidly swirled in circles around the pigmented skin until the skin was drawn as tight as possible. Drawing in a cold breath through his mouth, he flicked his tongue against the bundle of nerves.
She whimpered and pressed herself further into him. He grinned, looking up at her, one hand travelling between them, rubbing circles on her lower abdomen. Eyes closed, her head tipped towards the ceiling, getting lost in the sensations. He returned to sucking her gently before tugging it in between his teeth.
As he felt her body tense up, he sucked harder, nibbling - driving her into madness.
“I n-need you in me.”
Stephen pulled back and set her loose. “Condoms’ in the bottom drawer,” he informed, leaning back on the headboard.
Y/N leaned down, opened the said drawer and sucked in a sharp breath glancing at the contents. She had never been much into toys. And he had quite the collection. She grabbed the least complicated appliances of all and a bottle of lube.
“I have never tried this before but… the idea… I would like to try this,” she said toying with the cuffs and the cockring.
Strange smiled at her, “Anything that makes you happy baby girl.” He kissed her one more time, tugging at the cuffs.
“What?” He asked, confused when Y/N didn’t hand them over.
“I wasn’t thinking about myself tied to your bed. I want to restrain you.”
He was swept away by utter bewilderment. No one had done that. To him. Ever. I have always been the giver. Never the taker, he thought. He has been so lost he didn’t realise she had already cuffed one of his wrists to the bedpost until Y/N tugged at his other one.
“Besides, I think it’s fair after what you did to me.”
“Fuck,” Stephen muttered under his breath, straining the restraints, “Thought I was already forgiven.”
“You are. This is a penance.”
“Fine, have me as you like,” he snorted.
She smiled, settling in between his legs and leaned in to kiss which he happily complied. He groaned into her mouth as she slid her hand down his chest and squeezed his growing erection through the sweatpants.
She pulled back only to let her lips roam around his neck, shoulder and chest. Working her way up, she blew a warm breath over his ears, kissing the shell while her fingers gently pinched and teased his nipples.
“Jesus,” Stephen moaned, “Woman where have you been all these years?”
Y/N smiled, resting her hands at his waist, teasing the waistband of his pants, “Learning the anatomy of pleasing you.”
Stephen chuckled, raising his hips for her to pull down the pants. He sighed in relief as his cock sprang free.
She bit her lip at his knowing smirk, lubed him and slid the ring to the base of his shaft. He was big. And thick, she thought, lowering herself on her stomach as she pumped him before turning on the vibrations.
He groaned, the muscles of his leg going all stiff as her tongue darted out and swirled around the head. She continued to lick, peppering kisses, along the length of him. He hissed, buckling his hips, as her mouth licked and sucked his balls.
Y/N smiled, stepping up the speed of vibrations.
“I might lose my patience and use- fuck.”
She took as much as possible of him in one swift go. Her eyes watched him throwing his head back and wincing upon hitting the headboard. I’ll never forget this one. She had been nervous - Would I be able to give him enough pleasure with so little experience? However as her mouth squeezed, caressing up and down, satisfaction burned on his handsome face.
Stephen sat there entrapped, watching her head bobbing, one hand stroking what length of him she couldn't fit in her mouth and the vibrating ring… He continued tugging now and then against the hard metal of the handcuffs even though the wrists burned in pain. He never thought he would like this so much. Oh, her nails, dug into his thigh.
“You're taking me so well, sweetheart-,”
He took a sharp breath, gasping as he felt her teeth gaze at him very gently. She looked up at him, all doe-eyed, flickering her tongue on the underside of his cock.
He wanted to break free, caress her hollowed cheeks, pull her hair to the back, and wantonly fuck that mouth. “Oh, my,” he grunted, feeling himself near the base of her throat. His hips thrusted of their own accord. “I’m so close.”
Y/N stopped immediately. “No,” he cried out at her. She gave him a slow, devilish grin. And sat up, scrambling away from him. It took a tremendous amount of effort when every bit of her ached for him.
“What are you doing?” he grumbled watching her climb out of the bed, relaxing into one of the armchairs beside the bed, across the fireplace.
“I’ll let you come only when you beg nicely.”
“I don’t beg,” Stephen snapped.
Y/N shrugged. She flaunted the control before turning down the strength of the vibrations.
Stephen strained his neck as he continued to glare at her. “You’ll be punished for this baby girl.”
She gulped looking at his darkened eyes. “I-is that so?” Don't be intimidated, she reminded herself.
Y/N hesitated for a moment, then ran her hand down her stomach and in between her legs. She spread her knees and slowly began touching herself. She closed her eyes, knowing that he was watching her every movement, she imagined it was his fingers stroking the bundle of nerves. She smiled wider when she slipped her fingers into her slick slit.
How have I turned into such sex hungry woman?
“I could do better,” he voiced once she started to whimper. She wanted him to but she didn’t want to halt now. Not when she-
She shivered as the wave of heat washed over her.
When she opened her eyes, Stephen was staring at her hungrily, but strangely patient. “Since you are done with yourself, you might finish what you’d started,” he said with a pointed look. “Please,” he added.
Y/N sighed. Still, a little wobbly from the orgasm, she settled in between his legs. He relaxed back watching her slide off the cockring. She wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, squeezing him, while her tongue played around following each line, curve and crevice, as he was the most teasing appetiser imaginable.
Stephen let out a deep low moan, thrusting his hips upwards.
He cursed under his breath as her mouth sheathed him, working him up again.
“Y/N,” he grunted, thrusting his hips in a slow rhythm. Leaving his cock, her hand rubbed his thighs before cupping the balls.
“Don’t stop,” Stephen whimpered as she quickened the pace.
“You look so pretty like this. Guess you’d look better only when my cock goes rampant in that pussy.”
He had been silent most of the time except for the few noises he made, she almost choked at his filthy words. Looking up at him she couldn't think it possible, but those light grey eyes darkened even further when her fingers trailed below his scrotum, applying subtle pressure around the perineum. He jerked in her mouth when she found his sweet spot.
“Yeah,” he moaned, “S-so close.”
Amazed by her own boldness, she stroked him harder.
His insides were screaming guttural exhilaration. He was sure he would go crazy by the time they were going to finish. His hips jerked unsteadily, grinding against her mouth until everything stilled.
It was more and more. Tears welled at the corners of her eyes as she choked on the sheer volume of his semen. Her throat was already full and his ejaculation was nowhere near an end. Lots of it, as if he hadn’t come in months, years, maybe never.
“That was ethereal,” he breathed, “you tortured me so sweetly…”
Y/N smiled, wiping away the drips of cum lining her mouth. “I’m glad you liked it,” she sat up and kissed him. It was slow and gentle at first, their lips moving languidly. When he kissed her harder, she threaded her hands through his hair, pressing herself further against his hot, slick body.
He cast a simple spell after it was too much to bear. She grasped when hands clutched her waist, moving her around. He settled her amongst the pillows. “You have no idea what it took not to break free of those cuffs and fuck you as animals do.”
However before she could say anything he reached beneath, pinching her clit hard, until it hardly even felt like it was a special nub, but something else entirely. “Now, it's my turn to return the favour.” His looming figure left to reach out into the drawers. He snapped his fingers and a red cloth blinded her. “And torment you in the sweetest way possible.”
Stephen stroked her thighs, gradually sliding his hand up until he touched that heated core of her womanhood.
“Oh, doctor!”
“Do you like that, baby?”
She nodded wordlessly.
He put his head between her legs, nuzzling at first. His beard was a little rough on the insides of her thighs. He stroked her with skilful fingers. Then with his lips, and his tongue, he struck fire. A slow, fat lick brought his tongue to her aching button, and as soon as he touched tip to tip, white light exploded through her. His skilful tongue rubbed, nudged, and poked in a rhythm like a giant pulse. She cried out in astonishment, in appreciation at being touched in that right place.
Y/N’s legs twined about his head and shoulders desperately, she was beginning to buck her hips, beginning to come. She bit her lip to suppress a moan as her skin exploded into flames. Holy fuck, Stephen.
“Let me hear those noises, sweetheart,” he crooned against her sensitive flesh, making her wither under his subsequent licks.
She moaned gutturally, her hands grasping fistfuls of the sheet on either side of her hips as a shudder shook her head to toe.
Stephen smiled and gently began to pet her with his fingers. He glided one finger along the gaping cleft, then very slowly and gently penetrated her. Y/N whimpered. He touched her lightly at first, testing her with one finger, moving carefully. Then he stretched her with two fingers, curling them upward as his thumb began to rub tiny circles. He never took his eyes away from her, listening to her breathing speed as his curled fingers found her spot inside. He bowed his head in admiration, bringing his lips to the top of her inner thigh, teasing her before taking the flesh into his mouth and sucking with abandon, while continuing the movements of his hand. It was an extraordinary combination.
Y/N put her own hands on her breasts and her palms rotated the nipples.
He took her again in his mouth until she was weak and quivering, fondling her breasts until they were swollen with hot blood, the nipples stiff.
She tightened even more around his stroking finger and he increased the speed and depth of the thrusts. She reached the peak swiftly, spasms of her pleasure shuddering through her entire body, pelvis rising from the bed as if seeking something in the air.
He reached up his free hand to rub her quivering belly and fondle her breasts. She jerked and made a little sound, and he raised his head to look down at her. Heat bloomed over her cheeks as his thumb brushed over her nipple.
Yes,” she whispered, all her senses hyper-focused on the overwhelming touches.
Stephen kissed her, his mouth skimming over her taut abdomen.
“Harder,” she pleaded but he paid no heads.
He was kneading her breast gently, and when his mouth finally reached her nipple and closed over it, she moaned and clutched at his shoulders, her hip bucking against his fingers, her senses nearly drowned by the waves and waves of burning pleasure.
Along with those waves came those strange creatures: gratitude and hunger. Gratitude at being touched in the right place, in the way, at the right time. Hunger for something she was after, something she was trying to achieve, and there was always the danger that she’d miss it, wouldn’t find it, or get hold of it. She couldn’t get enough of him. It felt like a punishment.
A silent invisible wave squeezed and squeezed her hot throbbing sex. She felt her entire abdominal area cramp as it would during her period. It was like the sweet torment he had warned her about. Anytime now, she thought, I would burst like a sea fish held under the tap water.
The entire torrent, the pulsing flood of sensation, sent her over an unseen barrier, and she slid, throbbing, down, down, down into hot squeezing pulsing incognizance.
“Oh my God, Stephen,” she squealed as a spray of fluid came gushing out of her pussy and soaked the sheets beneath them.
“Had told you,” he whispered near her ear, “I could do better.”
After regaining some of her senses, she tugged free of the blindfold. As her eyes adjusted, she saw him emerging from the washroom, drying his hands in a towel.
“I’m so sorry,” Y/N said, tears blurring her vision.
Stephen immediately went to her on the bed and scooped her up into his strong arms. “What's the matter, baby?”
“The bed’s a mess,” she cried, burying her face in her hands, “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s just a little wet, it’s no big deal. Are you…are you embarrassed about squirting?”
He watched her face turn red with shame beneath her hands, and he gently pulled them away from her face, shaking his head at her.
“No, no. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I loved it. It’s so fucking hot. It meant I had given you the most pleasure.”
Once he was sure she was over the edge, he asked her to lie on her stomach and wait for him. He held an unfamiliar bottle, squeezing out a generous amount of lube into his palm, then bending over and rummaging through his toys.
She swallowed hard glancing at the beaded silicone toy, “I couldn't take that…”
“Have you ever tried?”
She shook her head.
“It won't be nasty,” he said, “trust me.”
“I want to but that thing is scary.”
He obliged, tossing it back from where it came and settled, parting her legs.
“Tell me when it gets uncomfortable,” he said, sliding his fingers between her legs. She nodded into the pillow, mumbling okay.
The fingers of his right hand trailed through her cleft, gathering up her arousal, and then continued its indecent path up, slipping between her cheeks. He swirled over the taboo spot, each circle smaller than the previous one until the tip of his index finger was there, pushing gently to gain entrance.
“How does it feel?”
“Weird.”
Her breath came out stuttered. He was naughty and corrupt. But he stopped the movements at once.
“There are a lot of nerve endings here.” His finger resumed its swirling, proving his point. “Trust me sweetheart I won’t be doing anything that could remotely hurt you. And I would stop whenever you want me to.”
“Okay,” she murmured.
A shudder rolled down her body as his finger probed the ring of muscles.
“Squeeze and relax,” he guided.
She did as instructed, making little ‘uhs’, as his finger slipped through the virgin muscles of her asshole.
Shame and euphoria battled in her mind as his finger slowly, gently thrusted in her. Her thoughts swirled wondering how she ended up here. She was supposed to be on the giving end. Giving him penance. Instead, he was in charge, finger fucking her ass.
With no warning, she climbed the cliff and jumped off as heat bloomed from deep within her.
Y/N felt tired and sore but she didn’t care. She couldn’t get enough of him. She wanted him inside her. She wanted the ache. She wanted to squeeze him in. She wanted to watch his face. She wanted him in ways she had never wanted anyone before. It was like something had been invented. By him in that very bed. Or something he had unleashed. It was something raw she couldn’t put her finger on.
Finally, when he returned to her side, she got on top of him like her original plan. Her palms rested on his chest, as her hips moved to press and rub her swollen lips against his groin.
She’d never done it before. And couldn’t really believe she was doing this. It felt like she was in charge.
He watched with a hooded gaze as she reached back, held him and tried to put him in.
“Condom,” he reminded her but she denied it.
“I’m clean of STDs if that’s what you are worried about,” she spoke, guiding him in. She was so hot and wet, he slipped in faster and deeper than she anticipated.
“The way you came over my fingers, I can guarantee that you have barely ever fucked anyone.”
She snorted and squeezed her muscles making him hiss.
“I don't want you to get preg-”
“I’m on birth control for medical reasons.” She squeezed him again, “Can you come? Just from this?”
Stephen smirked. “I might if you try harder and longer.”
She continued to clench around him, rotating her hips, and rocking softly until he went mad. He bucked, splitting her in two. His hand flew to her waist, holding her body, lifted her off and drove her down impaling on his cock.
One thrust was enough to have her addicted, he knew that well, so he let his hands rest under his head.
She repeated the action, again and again, ramming herself down on him. Her thighs burned with the exertion. Sweat dampened her forehead and hair as she rode him, her breasts bouncing between the force of gravity and the thrusts. However, she was getting fatigued.
She gave in when his strong, capable hands wrapped around her and pulled him closer towards him. Her head rested on his chest as his hands caressed her back. Then he slammed into her, so deeply, she thought it couldn’t be possible. Wordlessly he proved her mistaken as he did it again and likewise. It felt like he was making her from the inside out. He speared her, plunged inside her, crushing her into him.
She was close and could tell by the way the muscles in his chest tightened, he was close too. She saw his jaw bulging as he gritted his teeth, trying to keep from coming as long as he could. She wanted him to come. To lose control. Just like she had.
Closing her eyes, Y/N channelled the heat of her orgasm to squeeze him, and at just that moment, she felt his cock jump inside my body, seemingly growing even bigger than it had been, then half a second later blasting his hot semen inside her.
Somehow, after many minutes of silence, they smiled at each other and laughed.
“We should do it another time at least,” she said, finger doodling on his bicep.
“Studying or having sex?”
“Both,” Y/N replied, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
Stephen hummed in agreement, “We should do it regularly.”
Tags: @lady-harvey @thearcadeyel @butchers-girl @newavenger
#Dr Strange#dr strange x reader#dr strange x y/n#dr strange x you#dr strange x fem!reader#dr strange imagine#dr strange smut#dr stephen strange#dr stephen strange x reader#dr stephen strange x y/n#doctor strange#doctor strange x reader#doctor strange x you#doctor strange x y/n#doctor strange x female reader#doctor strange imagine#doctor strange one shot#doctor strange smut#Doctor Stephen Strange#Doctor Stephen Strange Oneshot#doctor stephen strange x y/n#Stephen Strange#stephen strange imagine#stephen strange x reader#stephen strange x you#stephen strange x y/n#stephen strange one shot#stephen strange smut
486 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Other Side
Searching for your Stephen, you find another, and he won’t let you go this time.
An entry for Day 4 of the exciting @sintember challenge!
Prompt: The Other Side, ft Sinister Dr Strange of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Dr Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022).
Warnings: DUB-CON!, possessive behaviour, developing Stockholm Syndrome. 18+! [And I haven’t watched Dr Strange in so long, please pretend I know what I’m doing.]
You had lost Stephen and America, and you were now left in a crumbling world, a universe broken, with no way to get home. Based on the wrecked state of the world, you thought there wasn’t a Dr Strange here, that he had been defeated and his opponent left ruin. Though he wasn’t your Stephen, the thought still deeply upset you, that Stephen could be defeated, and maybe yours would be.
You push open the door of the Sanctum, you want to call out to him but you know there’s no point. The heavy door falls shut behind you. All the antiques and strange paintings and ornaments that once decorated the foyer have been shattered, some are deteriorating, and a dark mist floats through the cold temple, enveloping you, nearly strangling you, you feel.
Upstairs. You know you have to head to the Window of the Worlds.
You walk to the window, engraved with the Seal of Vishanti. It’s cracked, black lines not belong to the symbol run in all directions across the glass, that has a purple tint, nearly a faint violet glow. You want to touch it, when you hear your name whispered.
You spin, and there stands Stephen. Not your Stephen. This Stephen is… different: he looks older, streaks of grey paint his dark hair, with sunken eyes.
“Stephen!” you call, taking a step forward, “Or, Dr Strange, I need your help, please.”
“You’re here,” he murmurs, slowly walking towards you.
“I- I am,” you sputter, a little confused and off put by his trance-like demeanour, as his curious eyes never leave you, “I lost Stephen—my Stephen—and I need to get back.”
“I am your Stephen.” his voice is so low, so low you wouldn’t have heard it were you even a notch below the level of hyper-awareness he’s activated in you.
He steps into the light, and you gasp and take a step back. Visually, he’s not much different to the average person, but his eyes are dark, a familiar blue you once knew sealed up in an endless black; you can’t read them as he continues to walk towards you. You still.
He stops in front of you, and raises shaky hands to cup your face, his lips parted slightly as his foreign dark gaze analyses every inch of your face. His fingers are cold, ice cold, so cold they burn, like dry ice; you wince at the contact but he doesn’t seem to notice.
“No,” you whisper, “No, I’m not yours, and you’re not my…”
You raise your hands to gently grasp his wrists, and freeze when you see it. His fingertips are darkened, stained with a black so profound, so dangerous in sheer aura that you know what it’s from.
“Stephen?”
He’s been tampering with the Dark Hold, the book of sins so evil you barely know of it, just the name elicits chills; Stephen, your Stephen, barely discussed it, he never did until he found out about the Scarlet Witch’s use, and even still he said very little; you got the feeling that though his knowledge seemed limitless, he knew little here, and very deliberately he kept himself in the dark, because if he knew, he’d indulge.
And indulge he has, this sinister Stephen holding your face gently in his hands, as if these hands haven’t caused unfathomable destruction. You should have known—you knew—that Dr Strange could not be defeated. He wasn’t conquered, never could he be: he conquered.
“That’s me,” he smiles and reassures you. Though his eyes and fingers are stained, that boyish smile you know to be yours is the same as ever.
“What did you do?” is all you can muster in a shaky breath, a tear slipping down your cheek, he watches it fall.
“I did what was necessary, and you…” he strains his voice to prevent himself from choking on his words and he smooths a calloused finger over your skin, wiping away the single tear that had spilt, “You were gone.”
His eyes soften, and, despite the cold of his hands, they’re warm, his eyes, his body too, you notice, noting he’s much closer to you than you realised, and definitely too close for comfort. You don’t even know if you can call him insane, mad with power, and furthermore, you can’t tell what he meant by…
A cold hand snakes over your shoulder and his fingers grasps the back of your neck, pulling you towards him. When he kisses you, you stiffen, but, really, for barely a second, because his lips, they feel so familiar. This man is like your Stephen, you can feel it, but you see a different image; he’s like your Stephen if he had no self control, or even just a little less than he has now.
The thought hits you: you could never deny Stephen. Even if you could, say, by the grace of some higher power, even if you could walk away, Stephen always gets what he wants. There isn’t even a higher power you can turn to: there is no power higher than Stephen.
“You’ve come back to me.”
What can you even say? You’re sure he isn’t delusional, you’re sure he knows you’re not his, and you’re sure he doesn’t care. You nearly resign to your fate, but the thought burns you so hot you hurriedly blurt out,
“What happened to her?”
To you. Did he…?
He doesn’t answer, he stays gazing into your eyes, a sombre-looking but relieved smile on his face, like he’s reconciling the fact that he was wrong; he’s never wrong, but he never thought he would see you again. He simply repeats, “You’ve come back to me.”
“Stephen, no,” you state, firmly, yanking his hands off your face and holding his wrists down between you two. He seems mildly shocked, you’re sure he would have been able to overpower you if he you didn’t catch him slightly off guard. But no, you should know you could never be apart from him, whether you want to or not.
Magic ropes wrap around your wrists, tying a knot and pulling them close together, so tight you wouldn’t be surprised if they sliced your hands off. Stephen’s magic is golden, pure, this man—you don’t even want to call him Stephen—his magic is corrupt; purple, with black shadows swirling the violet pulses emitting from the shapes he draws.
You panic, forcing your head down to look at your bound wrists and then snapping your head back up to him. You open your mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a shrill little squeal as you’re lifted a few centimetres off the ground. The same purple and black vines wrap around your ankles, forcing them together.
You notice this is the first time you’ve been above him, floating just high enough for him to have to raise his chin to study you. You always thought this would give you some kind of dominance (fleeting and artificial as it may be), to be over him, but no, you never stood a fucking chance.
You barely struggle, afraid that if you shift around too much you’ll drop to the ground, so all you can do is be still as he circles you, examining you. Another thing; he doesn’t seem to just look at you, he studies you, like looking for flaws in a sculpture. What happens if he finds them?
“You know,” he finally speaks after several minutes of inspecting you, “All this…” he turns you towards the window. There’s a rift in the sky, with seemingly everything in it, everything in existence, it’s overwhelming, “I did for you, honey.”
He’s lying, he must be; though you can imagine yourself getting a little carried away now and then, in no universe could you ever see a version of yourself prepared to bring about mass destruction, the ends of literally infinite lives, no; you may be imperfect, but the collapse of an entire universe? He’s either lying or being intentionally ambiguous. Maybe he’s not lying, just misleading.
“You didn’t; you did it for her,” you half-lie; while it’s true he could only have done this for a different version of you, you doubt she would have authorised that, but you use her as sort of a scapegoat anyway.
He flicks his fingers and you spin to face him. He lowers you just enough so you’re at eye level, and despite your best efforts, you genuinely can not read his gaze; you can’t find any hint of what he may be feeling, it’s just a void, but it’s not, it’s not a void; you know there’s something there, something you’re missing.
You’re sure he’s going to say something, maybe continue his little game of pretending you’re his, but just as you anticipate the opening of his mouth, you violently spin again, this time towards the door, with a shriek. He walks in front you, and you follow behind, like you’re being pulled by a rope, like a dog on a leash who’s trying to play with something when the owner is fed up and wants to go home.
His bedroom door slams shut behind you and you’re lowered onto bed with a gentleness the human touch could never give, his magic softly laying you like you’re the most precious thing, and based on the look he’s giving you, you damn well might be.
Your soft rest hazes your mind for a moment, but you’re snapped back to the cold of the Sanctum when you feel him hover over you.
“I’ve missed you…” he whispers.
You don’t know when your pants came off, but you feel him run a practiced finger over your clothed slit. Oh, God, he feels exactly like your Stephen; the foreignness of his eyes and slight change in demeanour don’t seem to mean anything when he still feels exactly the same, it’s fucking with your mind.
You love your Stephen, more than anything, and you know this isn’t him. You try to push him off but when he slips a finger inside of you, you can’t help the shudder that vibrates through you.
Can I get Stockholm Syndrome so easy? you wonder to yourself, more berate yourself, as you try desperately to ignore the feeling of his fingers inside of you, moving in and out just the way you like, he knows what you like, he knows your body just the way Stephen does.
Because he is Stephen.
۞
#sintember 2023#sinister strange x reader#dark! dr strange x reader#dark!dr strange x reader#dark!doctor strange#dark stephen strange#dark!stephen strange#dr strange smut
171 notes
·
View notes
Text
Like what? - S.Strange
Pairing: Stephen Strange x reader
Genre: just smut 🤤🤟🏻
Warning: none
Word: approx 900
main mastetlist | request | prompts
The door slammed shut behind him as your boyfriend stormed in, growling, “I’m mad.”
Cutting your eyes at him, you snapped, “Don’t break my freaking door.”
Stephen was at your side in a heartbeat, leering over you with a very frustrated and equally hungry look on his face. “I like when you yell at me,” he flirted, cocking an eyebrow.
Scoffing, you rose to meet him, grabbing the collar of his shirt in your hands. “You know, when you’re needy, it’s really obvious.”
“I tried,” your boyfriend whined, winking dramatically at you. “Now, can you help me with this really big problem in my pants?”
Pouting your lips, you teased, “oh, big problem, you say?”
He nodded, puffing up his cheeks to look cute and pathetic. Gosh, did it work.
“You seem tense and stressed,” you crooned, gripping his biceps and massaging them before working your way to his chest.
Swallowing loudly, Stephen grabbed your hips and kneaded at your waist.
“I’ll make you a deal,” you said softly, bringing your lips to the side of his neck and pressing a loud, open-mouthed kiss.
“Mm, what’s that?” he hummed, tightening his hold on you.
You stared into his eyes and told him, “I’m going to bend over the back of this couch and let you fuck all that stress out, on the one condition, I better finish.”
“Fuck yes, you will,” he growled.
Smirking up at him, you pecked a quick kiss on his lips and followed your promise, spinning on your heels and grabbing the top of the kitchen counter. With your plump butt offered to him in shorts, he drew a blank, standing there with his jaw slacked before he came back to his senses.
The belt jingled and his jeans hit the floor around his ankles. A hand slid between your thighs, fingers working their way around the material of your shorts and panties before pushing between your lower lips. You braced your forearms on the cold surface of the counter and bit your lip, inhaling sharply as a digit pumped inside you.
“You’re wet enough,” Stephen rasped a moment later, yanking your panties and shorts down your legs, without bothering to free them from your ankles. A second later, the head of his member was at your entrance.
“Mmph,” you exhaled as he thrust into you, bruising your hips with his restraint. He curved gently at first, steadily picking up speed until he couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Damn it,” Stephen groaned, squeezing your waist in a death grip as he pounded into you, letting out all his stress and anger and borderline exhausting himself.
Your legs buckled at this, struggling with the intensity of his thrusts into your core, and you wavered on tiptoes, trying to use more of the counter where it has dinner over there for balance.
In a heartbeat, Stephen wrapped his arms around your waist, driving you back into his chest. His hand was at your jaw, turning your head so he could lick at your lips before sliding his tongue between them. Fingers moved to your clit, rolling and pinching at the rhythm of his hips.
"Steph..." You whimpered, your eyes rolling, and your back instinctively slumped down into the frigid surface, both of your legs on his firmly gripped arms. “S-so good, babeㅡ“ all you do while he works hard on his sex-making job is only whine beneath him, every move of his hips thrusting in and out eagerly more than you could bear, it's smack your face and showing you how wet you are.
“Shh…” he grunted, bumping your core more speedy and pulled out when he sensed you reach your cloud nine before him just as usual, Stephen grins that you finally splash out to your orgasm juice all at once. He then holding you against him possessively while chasing the high for you both. And when you put out your tongue in lots of pleasure, his white sticky cum splashes all over your face.
“Ahㅡ you made me came so fast, Y/N.”
”Hmm, and your taste so good.”
You laughed as you licked your lips and bite your fingernails, you spotted him slip his cock and release even more sperm on your stomach. His stiff cock, which still stands upright and points at your face, is quite endearing.
Stephen isn't done with you yet, and you know it, which is why he has got his hand on your hips again. When his tip slides, circling on your wet fold, till he pushes it into you and buries his palms on the back of your head, you begin to quaver moan once more.
He starts to fuck you again, this time slowly as you always pleasing.
“I really want to stay like this forever,”
“Like what? Like this?” With chuckling, you brushing his sweaty hair on his brow upward. “Then how we gonna walk while your dick inside me ‘like this.’”
He smirked, shrugging. "Maybe like this." Then he quickly lifts you up off the counter, his muscular arm now pressing on your spine to support the weight of you. It makes you scream with thrill, tie your legs around his quickly, your palm confusedly gripping his shoulder and then wrapped around his neck, his hard cock too deep.
“Oh一” you cried out, shuddered and grasping for breath, “fuck, oh my, fuckㅡ Stephen!”
“I got you, baby girl.”
oi oi
#multiverse of madness#doctor strange#stephen strange x reader#doctor strange x reader#stephen strange fanfiction#doctor strange fanfiction#doctor strange one shot#stephen strange one shot#marvel fanfiction#stephen strange#doctor strange imagine#doctor strange smut#stephen strange smut#dr strange smut#mcu x reader#doctor stephen strange#benedict cumberbatch#imeternallylove
277 notes
·
View notes
Text
Dr Stephen strange x fem reader
This is my christmas gift to you all. 🫣
Other Christmas party requests will be posted by Sunday!
Summary: being an assistant to a very handsome doctor certainly has some benefits.
Warnings: smut, 18 plus only, praise kink, a bit of medical play/slight med kink (as a treat) ,medfet undertones, P in V , penetration, lots of soft words and use of good girl you know the drill. Mentions of anxiety, fingering, don’t read if this makes you uncomfortable. Mentions of being unable to orgasm, minors be fucking gone from here.
A:N- wasn’t gonna post this but then I thought… fuck it, so please be kind 🥹❤️. Likes comments and reblogs much appreciated thankyou❤️
Going to go hide now. Happy holidays.
You slide the files in your hand across the paper scattered desk. Holding your breath as you attempt to hurry out of the room. There’s no one in there now, but the white lights of the room and the too clean smell make anxiety pool in the bottom of your stomach.
Flustered, you walk right into a wall of rigid human.
“Your always in such a hurry to get out of here” a deep voice chuckles
“Oh god, sorry” you mutter, wincing, trying to regain some semblance of composure.
“Hey, I’m just joking darling, although one does wonder if one has done something wrong to have you running out of here so often” he reaches out to cup your chin, long fingers wrapping around your jawline and you think you just might pass out, thoughts immediately jumping to where else he could put his long fingers. His brow furrows as he takes in your state.
“Are you feeling alright?” He questions in concern, fingers dipping to your neck, feeling your pulse, he presses slightly and your heart jumps in your chest.
“Hm” he says, reaching for the stethoscope round his neck.
Your eyes widen and you panic slightly “no! I don’t like doctors okay, well I like you of course that’s not- I mean going to the doctors and the rooms always freak me out and it smells horrid and I don’t like it” you breathe, closing your eyes as the realisation of what you just said hits you like a train.
Stephen’s eyebrows raise in surprise, his hand is still resting on your jaw, he runs his thumb across your jawline.
“Sorry” you wince, finally looking at him.
“Don’t apologise, lots of people are afraid of the doctor ” he smiles and you roll your eyes.
“I am not afraid” you attempt to convince him but the massive teasing smirk on his face says otherwise.
“Your cute when your mad” he teases and you huff, this man was going to be the death of you.
“Stop teasing me” you whine, and he just chuckles again.
“Oh,beautiful, this isn’t how I tease” his voice is lower now, and warmth spreads through your stomach at his words.
You swallow, his eyes flick to your lips and then back to you. A silent question.
“Please” you whisper, barely audible.
But he heard, his hand comes to grip the back of your neck and he pulls you into him, lips crashing together as you moan into the kiss, Stephen’s other hand moves to your hip, gripping tightly, he deepens the kiss as he strokes the back of your neck.
It leaves you breathless, lips swollen and wetness pooling between your legs.
You whine when he breaks the kiss, his hands still on you.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time” he says, an ever so slight shyness creeping into his voice.
“I’ve wanted you to do that for a long time” you reply, taking a deep breath as he strokes your neck, fingers pressing slightly where it meets your collar bone.
“Have you now” his tone sends shivers down your spine.
He definitely feels your pulse speed up, he smirks, an idea forming in his mind.
“Tell me” he whispers, leaning into your neck, placing open mouthed kisses in between his words, you moan quietly as his actions send goosebumps across your skin.
“Stephen” you whine.
“What else have you wanted me to do?” His words go straight to your core, his hand dips under your shirt, lightly rubbing the skin on your hip.
“You thought about my fingers? How they’d feel inside you? How id make you come all over them before I have you screaming and coming all over my cock?” Your pussy throbs, all you can do is whine, needy, desperate for him to touch you properly.
“Please, touch me Stephen, I need you” you whisper.
He smiles, “lie down on the bed for me honey”.
You back up until you hit the bottom of the bed. Your mind races as he follows, trapping you against the bed.
“Do you want to stop?” He asks softly.
You shake your head hard,
“No, but, it takes me a while to er.. finish, sometimes, all of the time, so” you shrug, it’s put people off before, they’ve given up and you’ve been left horny and heartbroken before.
Stephen’s face falls.
“So no one’s ever?”
“Nope” you say, popping the p.
He wraps his arms around your waist, his cologne invading your senses.
“Well, how about we change that, I’ll stay here all night if that’s what it takes my love”. Your eyes widen, no one has ever bothered to be as nice as the man in front of you now. It just makes you drip even more.
He dips his head to your ear
“Now, be a good girl and hop up on the bed for me”. He whispers, nipping on your earlobe.
You do as he says, his eyes never leave you as you attempt to do it with some form of sensualness. He smiles at you when you’re done.
“Do you trust me” he asks, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your pants, he removes them slowly, watching every minute expression on your face.
“I do” you say wholeheartedly.
Stephen places his hands on the bottom of your legs, he pulls gently, signalling for you to shuffle down. He smirks at the wet patch in the middle of your panties. He runs a finger down the middle, you let out a breathy moan.
“Now this, is teasing” he chuckles before bending down and pushing your legs apart placing a kiss to your clothed pussy.
He hooks his fingers through your underwear, pulling them down as he grips your legs and gently places them in the stirrups.
You frown slightly, confused. He seems to sense it.
“Just say the word and I’ll stop honey” he soothes rubbing the inside of your leg.
“Okay” you agree.
“Such a pretty pussy” he sighs, inching his hand closer to where you desperately need him.
“Stephen” you plead.
“Okay, okay, so impatient” he tuts as he starts rubbing slow circles on your clit, coaxing it out from the hood. He watches as your face contorts with pleasure.
“Mm, so wet too” he comments as He pushes a finger into you, groaning as your pussy clenches around his finger.
“Fuck Stephen” you choke out as he curls his finger and your back arches off the bed. He keeps rubbing circles on your clit, pumping his finger in and out of you slowly.
“That’s it, let me hear you honey” he says, applying pressure to your clit. Your head spins with pleasure, and Stephen keeps going, alternating between rubbing and pressing on your now puffy clit and curling his finger inside you. Your orgasm builds slowly.
“Doing so well for me” Stephen comments, his other hand moves up to rest on your stomach.
You let out a strangled moan as he pushes slightly, he smiles, lips parted as his cock strains in his pants at your reaction, he does it again as his fingers curl inside you. Pleasure clouds your vision, it’s unexpected, and then all at once you feel everything,
“Oh god, m gonna-
“I know, let go for me, that’s it, good girl” he whispers as you clench around him one more time and gush around his digits.
“Oh that was incredible” he smiles down at you.
“More” you mutter, recovering from your mind blowing orgasm.
Stephen unfastens his belt, his hard cock almost painful now. He moans as his fingers brush against it as he removes his boxers.
You push up from the bed, eyes wide in almost awe as you stare at his thick cock. Tip bright red, precum leaking from it. Your mouth drops open slightly and Stephen pushes his fingers in your mouth, groaning as you wrap your lips around them and suck.
“Oh fuck” he whispers, his other hand palming his cock.
He removes his fingers from your mouth, swipes his thumb across your bottom lip and reaches to grab a condom from the cart next to the bed.
“You doing okay” he checks as he rolls it down, and you nod, smiling at him.
“Good, now, lie down honey, I got you”. His voice is deeper, it cracks as he speaks.
He taps his cock a few times on your pussy before lining up with your entrance.
“Take a deep breath for me honey, that’s it” he smiles and to u think you could come from his words alone.
He pushes his cock inside as you do, walls moulding around him.
“My god you feel divine wrapped around my cock like this”.
You whine, he pushes on your stomach once more as he begins thrusting.
“Ohh-
Your breath catches in your throat, his cock filling you so good.
“Breathe” he says, “your doing so well for me honey, your okay”. He groans as his cock throbs with every thrust. You close your eyes as you get lost in the pleasure, you don’t think you’ve ever felt this good.
“Look at me honey”, you open your eyes to find him gazing lovingly at you.
“Tell me how it feels” he groans.
You shudder as he pushes deeper, hand moving to your over sensitive clit.
“Ah- Stephen, y-you feel so good” you choke out, your pussy clenches hard around his cock.
“Yeah? You gonna come for me again? Give me another honey, drench my cock like you did my fingers” his thrusts become faster as you throb around him.
“M fuck, please, I’m so close” you cry out.
“Come for me, let go honey, I’ve got you, come with me” he pants as he snaps his hips, hard and you scream his name, tears rolling down your face, his cock throbs inside you as he comes as you do.
Stephen slows his thrusts as he helps ride out your high, whispering praise to you as you come down.
He’s already got the things required to clean you up set out, bottle of water ready for you, hot towel and cloth.
“That was amazing, you are amazing, did so good honey” he says, placing a gentle kiss to your lips. You curl into him, wrapping your arms around his waist.
“Dinner?” He asks.
“Dinner” you agree, smiling softly.
#dr strange x reader#stephen strange imagine#Stephen strange smut#dr strange imagine#dr Stephen strange x fem reader#dr strange smut#Stephen strange x reader#Stephen strange x reader smut#dr strange fanfiction#dr Stephen strange fanfiction
60 notes
·
View notes
Note
love ur theme, can we pls get a needy!strange humping u to wake u up in the middle of the night and then fucking u? bonus points if there's so much cum because it's been a while 😫😫😫
love ur writings <3
Midnight Snack | Stephen Strange x Reader
Warning: brain rot smut, consentual somnophilia (just to be safe 🫣), used of pet names (princess, baby, baby girl), daddy kink, masturbation, fingering, face-sitting, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, cowgirl position, doggy position, creampied, badly written smut
Word count: 1.9K
18 + ONLY | Minors DNI
A/N: I was planning to take a break so I can focus on my other requests, but…you got my attention at needy Strange 😫💦 Not my bestest, but if you do enjoyed this brain rot, comment and reblogs are really appreciated. And no beta either 😅
Doctor Strange Masterlist 🥀 Main Masterlist
***do not copy, translate or repost my works on other website or anywhere else
Nights like these were the ones that made you glad he woke you up.
“I’m sorry, princess,” came his baritone voice, rumbling like a gentle earthquake as his hips moved at a slow tantalizing pace. Strange was practically rubbing his shaft between the cleft of your ass cheeks, trying to sate the growing ache. His large palm roamed your stomach, pulling you till your back was flushed against him.
It was rare for Stephen to lose himself like this, especially allowing himself to lose whatever control he has left just so that he can have a good fucking. But who could blame him when he hasn’t seen you in two weeks. All the video calls and the little teasing coming from you just weren’t enough to sate his appetite.
Even if he was just fucking you not too long ago.
You murmured his name as you rubbed your ass against his bulge. This earned a loud hiss from him as your hand found his hips. Your pussy was practically throbbing to your own heartbeat as Strange was practically dry humping you. Now and then, you could feel his cock slip between your legs, and rub against your folds, covering himself with your slick.
“I just need you so badly, baby” he was mumbling again, lips brushing against the shell of your ear, hand squeezing your mound till you whined softly. The once silent bedroom filled with nothing but the sounds of your needy panting and the shifting of the bed.
“Hmm, how badly do you want me, daddy?” Your voice was still rough from still waking up from your sleep.
The word daddy seemed to stir something in him as his hand flew to the column of your neck, his fingers slowly curled around it just enough to make you gasp.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself, baby?” He pulls your hand back to palm him.
You let out a sharp exhale through your nose. He was so hard and so heavy for you that you could practically feel yourself clenching at the thought of being filled by him again. Strange’s breath wavered slightly every time you grazed at the soft sacs of his balls before you moved back up along the shaft.
Removing your hand from his hot and needy shaft, you rolled over to face him. Your hand found his cock once more. Grazing your finger over the slit, you could feel his pre-cum leaking out. Bringing your finger up, you made it a show for him by the way you were licking it. And to your satisfaction, you could see the way his nostrils flared out, watching you behaving this way.
“Mmm,” you looked at him under your lashes as you continued to pump him. “Twice in one night? Daddy really love spoiling me,” you said as your hand continued to stroke him, making his body stiffen even more.
Strange craved control. Even just a brief moment like this one where he allowed you to be in charge, a carnal part of him wanted to be the one that made you scream.
His lips pulled back into a snarl.
“I like to spoil what’s mine.”
The possessiveness in his tone only made you more excited as his hand was on the nape of your neck, pulling you closer till his lips found yours. He was devouring you like a hungry man with an endless appetite.
You gasped at the ferocity of the kiss. It was a hard and possessive kiss, the kind that made you know that you were his and his alone. Tongue plunged into yourself, licking and stroking every part of you, while his other hand trailed down to your warm, velvety heat.
You moaned into his kiss as you felt his fingers entering you, pumping them in and out with ease by how wet you were all ready for him. His thumb circled your clit, igniting a wave of pleasure that coursed through your veins.
Every inch of you buzzed with a newfound excitement as you parted your legs enough to give him room to do as he pleased. His pace quickened enough that you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as you felt yourself inched closer to that release you crave so much.
“I’m gonna come,” you pleaded in breathless whispers as you rocked your hips against his fingers. Your inside was twisting and churning as your body melted under his touch. Anticipation seeped in your veins as the rapture drew near.
“Please, please, please,” you muttered, eyes clenched tightly. Your walls began to flutter and clenched around him till you burst. A wave of euphoria washed over you. Your body spasmed and strained under his touch as he continued to pump.
“Daddy, please. Need you,” you sobbed out, your hand holding onto his forearm. You could feel the way his muscles strained and corded with each movement.
“Not yet,” he muttered before pulling you up till you were seated right on his bare chest. Your pussy was practically pulsing at this point while your slick coated his skin in your wake. The warmness of his skin only melted you further while your body was still trying to recover from the last orgasm.
Your legs shuddered when you felt his rough palms stroking your back up and down till he slid his hands under your ass and suddenly pulled you forward till your drenching cunt was inches away from your face.
The sight before him made him salivate like a starved man. His piercing eyes glanced up to find yours watching him. Your heart was hammering in your chest in anticipation. A smirk quirked at the corner of his lips before he lifted you up and pulled you down right onto his mouth.
A yelp slipped past your lips at the way his tongue plunged into your drenching pussy with shallow penetration. His beard scratched the sensitive skin in the most delicious burn. Your hand flew to his hair, bunching it tightly while he was clasping on your thighs and holding you there.
His tongue delved into your dripping cunt with intent. He was worshiping you and sating his own desire at the same time. Every lick and every flicker of his tongue was meant to show you how much he desired you, yet at the same time, he was showing you that you were there to fulfill his need.
The sounds you two made were obscene, yet not a single moment did either of you care. Every now and then his nose would press against your clit, sending your nerve even more into a frenzy. He was being a menace at the way he was slurping and moaning, feeling so fucking ecstatic at the way your sticky sweet nectar tasted on his tongue while he was stroking himself.
Heat curled into the pit of your stomach. The pleasure was too much and too sudden all at once that your still sensitive body was still trying to process your last orgasm. You came with a strangled noise as your body spasmed, thighs clenching tightly around his head while his tongue was still lapping at your release, drinking you up till the very last drop.
Stephen finally pulled you down till you were seated on his chest. His hands were now fondling your breast, squeezing it before pinching slightly at your nipple. He was looking at you with a glaze over his eyes as desire still filled his veins. His cock was still hard and oh so aching to be delved into your cunt.
“Need to fuck you,” he muttered stroking himself. You watched the way the muscles of his jaws flickered and strained as the growing ache was matching to the beat of your heart again. “C’mon, sweetheart. Why do you be a good girl and ride daddy, hmm?”
You wanted to moan. It was as if he knew the effect he had on you when he dropped his voice an octave lower like that. Every part of you felt like it was set ablaze once more as you moved down till your pussy was practically inches from the pink bulbous head of his cock. Your eyes locked with his as you reached down with your shaky hand and grabbed his shaft to line it with your entrance.
Strange was holding your breath as he watched you intensely while you did the same, anticipating the way he would stretch you.
You both moaned in unison as you sank down onto his cock, sheathing him all the way to the base. Every part of you felt like it was set on fire as he stretched you so deliciously. Strange was straining beneath you, struggling at the way your warm, tightly cunt was squeezing him, and choking him.
“Fuck your little pussy is so tight, princess,” he muttered as he tried his hardest not to piston his hips forward and fuck you himself. His hands bunched into the sheet beneath till his knuckles turned white, clearly, he was struggling.
You began to move slowly, lifting yourself all the way up before sinking down again. And every time you sank onto him, you felt like you were about to cum by how deep his tip was hitting that one spot that drove you crazy.
You could hear him uttering a string of incoherent curse words before he pushed you off.
“On your hands and knees for me, baby girl. I won’t ask twice.”
You scrambled to do as you were told. Your breath hitched in your throat once more as you felt him lining himself against your entrance.
“Fuck, you made me lose my damn mind every time,” he muttered before he pushed himself in before he pulled himself all the way out again, then he pushed himself forward, this time all way in till he knocked all the air right out of you. He did this a couple of times before he began to set his own pace, slamming into you with a force that made your knees give out.
“Oh God, please. Daddy,” you begged as his hand flew to the back of your head, holding you there as he pounded into you. Hard. You could feel his balls slapped against your ass every time. And if it was even possible, every thrust felt harder than the last that all sounds seemed to knock right out of you.
This wasn’t about your pleasure anymore. This was his and his alone to claim you and to use you. His fingers dug into your scalp as his pace quickened and it wasn’t long till he exploded, filling you up till you were practically seeping with nothing but his essence.
You could feel him shuddering above you as he stayed there, strained and controlled almost impossibly still before you could feel him breathe again. The loud groaning almost sounded feral as he pulled back, watching the sticky white fluid leaking out of you and drip onto the mattress.
“Oh fuck,” he muttered before he rolled to lay on his back beside you, panting and exhausted. “Remind me again to not go this long without having you.”
You giggled beside him. “Babe, it was only a two-week conference. How would you survive if you had to go somewhere for months without me?”
Stephen groaned. “I’ll just combust when I see you.”
“I swear to God, Stephen. You are so dramatic, sometimes.”
“Only with you, princess,” he smirked before he leaned in and placed a kiss on your lips.
#wint3r h3art#stephen strange x reader#stephen strange x you#stephen strange smut#doctor strange x reader#doctor strange x you#doctor strange smut#dr strange x reader#dr strange x you#dr strange smut#stephen strange imagine#doctor strange imagine#stephen strange#doctor strange#benedict cumberbatch smut#benedict cumberbatch imagine
1K notes
·
View notes
Note
Can u do stephen strange × reader angst
He is still in love with christine
Of Course!!! Thank you anonymous for this first ever request I'll be happy to write this!
🔥 Different Futures
Stephen ponders his feeling for his current girlfriend and his ex until his girlfriend returns with some questions. TW. Angst, arguments and unhappy ending.
~ 4 minutes
Stephen sat on his bed in the Santum Sanctorum twiddling an opened envelope in his damaged hands.
Written inside was an invite to his ex lover's, Christine's, wedding. He hadn't heard her name much since their difficult break up and after he met you he decided that he was over her anyway. So why did this invite hit him like a brick wall.
He loves you. He really does and there is no denial of that in his mind. He loves the way you laugh at his lame jokes and sarcasm. He loves the way you hold his hands and play with his hair when he's down. He loves your smile that could brighten a dark day. But most of all he just loves you.
However, reading this invitation has Stephen questioning his love for his ex girlfriend also. Whilst they were dating he was so sure he would end up marrying her and even now when picturing her wedding, he could only envision himself as the groom.
As he sat there engrossed in the thin paper, examining his thoughts and past memories, he failed to hear you enter the Sanctum after a hard day of teaching some young sorcerers at Kamar Taj.
As you approached the bedroom you decided to suprise your boyfriend as you managed to sneak off work early to celebrate date night and hopefully an exciting night together.
Creaking open the door of your shared room slightly ajar, just so much as your eye could peep through, you spotted him on the corner of the bed holding what looked like an envelope. He had his concentrating face on like nothing else in the world mattered at that moment and you couldn't help but love him just a little bit more.
Crashing into the room after a few seconds he finally looked up at his beautiful girlfriend. Y/n smiled and as usual readied herself to pounce into his lap and rant all about her day before snuggling into Stephen until they were interrupted (usually by a hungry stomach or Wong).
This time however, Stephen simply gave a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, stood up and just before teleporting out the room, claimed he needed to go on a quick walk.
Y/n huffed lightly at the lost opportunity to suggest date night but instead she would suprise him later on with a fancy meal.
She climbed onto the bed to discard her teaching clothes and to find something more casual when she crawled on top of the slip of paper Stephen had been cradling so carefully.
Y/n would never interfere with any of Stephens possessions or property but her mind practically blew when she read the name 'Christine' at the top of the pamphlet.
Later that evening when Stephen got home, after clearing his head at Central Park, waiting for him was his wonderful girlfriend and some very fancy looking meals.
"What is all of this?' He questioned partly amused and also slightly concerned.
"Date night silly" y/n giggled.
After a few minutes of an almost complete conversation spoken by Y/n and the odd input from Stephen, Y/n decided to ask about the wedding invite.
"So...Christine's getting married?"
Stephen spilt some of his drink at the abruptness of the conversation change from master Lings latest glasses that are too big for his head.
"Eurgh...yeah. Some bloke named Charlie. How do you know about that?"
"You left the invite on your bed, sweetie" y/n giggled again.
Stephens face tensed. "Why would you read that. It was addressed to me".
Y/n felt a little confused about this reaction she has never seen Stephen look like this. "I didn't open it Steph, it was just there on the bed. Are you gonna go?"
Stephen had also been asking himself this question but the last person he wanted to talk to about it was his current girlfriend. He politely excused himself from the table and said he was tired.
"Stephen what's wrong? Where are you going?" Y/n shot up and followed him throughouly confused with his reaction.
"Y/n please just be quiet I have a lot on my mind right now" Stephen snapped.
Y/n who was frantically chasing him up the Sanctums stairs was suddenly taken aback. She'd never ever seem Stephen act like this ever, especially to her. "Stephen whats going on. I just asked you a simple question why are you so angry?"
Stephen looked incredibly intimidating right now. Although only a few steps above y/n he towered above her and took the full control of the atmosphere and y/n would have been quite scared if she wasn't so stubborn. "Will you stop asking me questions!" he yelled.
"Will you just tell me what's going on then!".
As he was about to turn around y/n just about caught him muttering something along the lines of "Christine" and "was the right choice".
"What?" She countered.
Slowly spinning back around again to face her Stephen almost whispered "she was the right choice. I should have chosen her over you".
"What?". Y/n felt tears prick in the corners of her eyes and heat flame around her body. She pictured herself raising a family with Stephen, growing old together within the Sanctum. And suddenly everything felt cold.
Stephen didn't mean to come off so rude but he needed Christine not y/n and she deserved to know the truth.
"Do you love her?" Y/n somehow managed to release from somewhere inside her body which just felt tight and empty.
"I don't know...yes. I do".
"So you don't love me?"
"Yes...I do".
"Stephen you can't have both of us. She's getting married anyway you don't have a chance. This is just a silly little crush you'll forget about her soon. I promise. Now please can we just talk and watch a movie or something and forget about this" Y/n almost begged.
She looked up at him with big expectant eyes.
"I'm sorry but no. I love her. I need her. You're the silly little crush. Not her. I can't be without her anymore. Please leave". With that Stephen spun through a portal leaving y/n alone at the top of the stairs, praying that she would get killed in battle soon.
- Thank you for reading and requesting xx
#dr. strange x reader#doctor strange#light angst#marvel#dr strange smut#stephen strange smut#stephen strange x reader#dr strange multiverse of madness#christine palmer#Stephen strange x christine palmer#dr strange x Christine palmer
83 notes
·
View notes
Text
Naughty Or Nice?
Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!
Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader
Summary: Stephen gets into the holiday mood & you give him his present early
Warnings: Naughty but not really smut, language, lingerie, Stephen being adorable, suggestions of Christmas roleplay
Not necessarily my favorite work, but I wanted to do something festive. If you like what I've done here, leave a comment & maybe I'll expand it to its full smutty potential.
Stephen had complex feelings towards most holidays, but especially Christmas. It was easier when he worked at the hospital. He could keep himself busy and keep his thoughts away from the lack of family and friends in his life.
Then, after the accident and becoming a sorcerer, he found it hard to ignore the holes in his life that became bigger around this time of year. He had acquaintances. He even had a few actual friends now, despite what he would tell Wong, but they pretty much all had their own families they would celebrate with. So Stephen had still found himself alone.
He had developed a reputation of being a bit of a Grinch, to be honest.
Until this year, anyway. Suddenly, now everything felt different. He had family. One major reason was you. He actually has someone to spend the holiday with. Someone that he loved and who loved him back. Even when his Grinch side would peek out.
This year he had you and his entire outlook on the holiday felt different. America also added to the feeling of having a real family to celebrate with. Sometimes he liked to imagine that America really was your daughter. Although he would never admit it out loud.
So when you recruited Wong and America to help decorate the Sanctum's Christmas tree, Stephen was actually really bummed he had work to finish. He actually really wanted to be a part of the holiday fun this time.
It took longer than he had hoped to complete all the papers and reports that the Avengers insisted he complete to keep them updated on any magical incidents or missions he had joined them on. By the time he started down the grand staircase, he was sad to hear only the faintest sounds coming from where you had been working on the tree. He had missed it.
As he rounded the corner into the room he saw the tree glittering, beautifully adorned with a variety of colorful ornaments. You were busy rearranging various branches and making sure the spacing of the sparkling baubles was correct. Stephen couldn't help but smile and chuckle at your perfectionism. It was one of the things about you he found utterly adorable.
America and Wong were both peacefully fast asleep on the sofa. Whatever Christmas movie they had put on was still playing. America was burrowed under a blanket with her head on Wong's shoulder. You carefully picked up the box with the remaining ornaments from next to Wong, where he had been unwrapping them. Smiling softly at your two helpers who were out cold.
You could easily finish the remainder by yourself. Plus, they were too cute to disturb. So you turned off the lamp on the side table before heading back over to the tree. The soft glimmering lights of the tree and the flicker from the television was plenty of light to work with.
You were completely absorbed in placing the last few ornaments when you felt a presence sneak up behind you. A soft smile finding its way to your lips as a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist. You fought the urge to giggle when Stephen nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and tickled you with his goatee.
He softly purred as he inhaled the scent of your skin and left a soft, sweet kiss just below your ear.
“You know, as pretty as the tree looks, it pales in comparison to you, darling.”
He kept his voice low so he wouldn't disturb your tired elves on the sofa. You could also tell from the little bit of gravel in his voice and the way he was holding you so firm against him that he was feeling a little frisky.
“Thank you Stephen, but if you are worried about not getting any presents then I should tell you there's already a special one upstairs in our bedroom that you're getting whether you have been naughty or nice.”
He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of your abdomen and nuzzled into your neck even further. You could feel how wide his grin was now, and you could practically see the dirty thoughts starting to swirl in his mind.
“Is that so? Is the present better if I'm nice? Or if I'm naughty?”
You slowly moved to turn yourself around in his arms. Letting your fingers drift from his chest up to play with the bottom of his hair. Your eyes sparkling as they found Stephen's bright blue ones.
“Well since I'm all finished here, and I don't think those two are waking up anytime soon, why don't we go find out?”
Without another word, you took him by the hand and led him to your shared bedroom. Pushing him to sit down on the bench at the foot of the large bed and leaving a passionate kiss on his lips before disappearing into the adjoining bathroom. Peaking your head out and winking at your lover, telling him to get comfy while you prepared his present.
He took the opportunity to light the fireplace with just the flick of his fingers and a few tendrils of his golden magic. Deciding to light the candles on the mantle, too. He enjoyed making things a little bit extra romantic when he could. A sly smirk coming to his lips as he had a sudden idea.
Turning to face the bed, he quickly used his magic to create a small bundle of mistletoe hanging from the center of the headboard. Perfect. Pleased with his work, he reclined on the bed, making sure he had positioned himself directly under the mistletoe, and tried his best to wait patiently for you to reappear with his present. A present that he had a sneaking suspicion was you.
Without fail, just as he was starting to get impatient, the bathroom door opened. Out you stepped dressed in nothing but sexy Christmas themed lingerie and bright red heels. A red babydoll that tied in the front with white marabou fluff around the edges and a matching red g-string.
You knew it was a little silly, but as you sashayed over to where Stephen sat with a mesmerized look on his face, you knew it was well worth the purchase. You carefully climbed up on the bed to straddle his lap, looping your arms around his neck and leaving several teasing kisses on his lips.
“So Stephen, have you been naughty or nice this year?”
He gripped the cheeks of your ass tight and pulled you down harder into his lap. Grinding you into him. Letting you feel his erection growing beneath your cunt.
“Oh I've been very naughty, sweetheart. Very naughty. What luck that I happen to find myself underneath some mistletoe with an incredibly sexy half-naked woman in my lap.”
He suddenly moved to roll both of you over and positioned himself on top of you and between your legs.
“Good thing there are lots of places on you that I want to kiss.”
--------------------------------
Back to main masterlist
Stephen Strange Taglist: @starkiller-queen @glitterylokislut @verycollectivecreator @chatampr @maskmare931 @lovecleastrange @wheredafandomat @mkixx @evelynrosestuff @katefullerrr @littlepinknightmare @foofarny @stygianoir @saturnsbabe69 @blaxdet @blackrose-92 @ironstrange1991 @rindulacre @nancy-thompsons @wolfatheartandsoul @dangerouslittlefairy @n0obmaster-69 @oliveoilthoughts @onebatch--twobatch @yourmajesty13 @blondekel77 @lil-sweater-slut @gwephen @taramaria @sinceimetyou @slashersrus @coeurgrenaty @cc13723things @just--a-magpie @supervengerslock @strangelockd @dont-feel-so-good-peter @kingsmanperfecthartwin @ghost-lantern @inlovewithloki16 @thefalconandthewinterwidowshield @itssmaugtheterrible @katherinemaximoff @veryfancydoilies @cute-angi @mochacake2016 @prix19 @alexfanficnook @anotheroddfish @namor-is-the-way @xourownsidee @baes-x @dreamingsmile @negar77rd @imaginesfreetotake @ppatricia34me @rougepetale @tis-vereon @divinearchangel @sherlux @hiddlechive @ginnykate @thatesqcrush @friendofplenti @yuugenmomo @holdmyowos @the-royal-petals @lokislov3 @captaincarmel164 @lucimorningst4r @mydearalmira @petalcranberry @singhfae @emotionsareforuglypeople @trappedinlimbo15 @veryladyqueen @icytrickster17 @kentucky-criedfricken @briefhandsstudenttoad @calamityismyspecialtty @sinisterstrange616 @patbrdac @trojanaurora @azu21 @massivehahaao3tree @strangesgirl @rmoonstoner @aphroditesdilemma @asgards-princess-of-mischief
#doctor strange#stephen strange#doctor strange x reader#stephen strange x reader#doctor strange smut#stephen strange smut#doctor strange x you#stephen strange x you#dr. stephen strange#doctor strange fanfiction#doctor strange x y/n#stephen strange x y/n#dr stephen strange#dr strange smut#doctor strange x female reader#stephen strange fanfiction#stephen strange x fem!reader#benedict cumberbatch#benedict cumberbatch smut#doctor stephen strange#doctor strange fluff#stephen strange fluff#holiday fluff#holiday smut#dr. strange#doctor strange fic#doctor strange fanfic#doctor strange imagine#stephen strange fic#stephen strange fanfic
124 notes
·
View notes
Text
Kinktober: Day Two, Tittfucking
Doctor Stephen Strange x fem Reader
Okay we're onto day two! its not piticually long because with these fics i've gone really for quality of fic than quantity so hope you enjoy :)
Kinktober master list
Another pointless day was coming to an end in the sanctum, you had things to do, it's not like you were held against your will. It's just that without him everything just seemed pointless, the him in question was Doctor Stephen Strange, master of the mystic arts. You had somehow managed to chip away at what people assumed was the heartless self loving man. When in reality Stephen was one of the most caring people you knew. But the main thing you loved about him was the way he treated your body, to say he worshipped it was an understatement. Which is what made the long periods of time he was away on mission so difficult.
Which is why as soon as you heard the sounds of his boots echoing through the halls as he stepped from his portal, you practically threw yourself down the stairs and into his arms. He stumbled backwards slightly as he littered your face with kisses. He wasted no time in creating a portal into your bedroom.
“Shit” he mumbled through his kisses as he kicked off his clothes “Been thinking about you the whole time I was away.” he trailed his mouth down to the crook of your neck where he left marks and more kisses flicking one hand to instantly remove your clothes. His hand trailed to your soaking core.
“Wait, you paused
“What's wrong?” he asked, you’ve never refused his touch
You’ve been away so long, i thought i’d take a look through the red list.” he smiled at your words,
When you first began dating, you and Stephen wrote down a list of sexual fantasies you had always wanted to do and vowed to complete them only with each other. And so you found yourself scanning through it, finding something to treat him with when he came home, and your eyes had lit up at your selection. Tit-fucking, stephen loved your boobs so this wasn’t really a supprie, but you knew it would benefit you, your tits had always been sensitive to touch.
“I’m not going to say no to that, what do you have in mind?” he smirked eagerly as you lowered to your knees and pulled down his pants the rest of the way.
“You’ll see.” you smiled
“What do you- shit” he hissed as you licked a striped up his veiny cock before placing the tip of him in your mouth you pulled it out with a pop smile at the way his whole body clenched. You pumped him in your hands as you spoke
“I know how much you like my tits.”
“Yeah” he sighed and bit his lip at the sensation of your hands running up and down him
“Why don’t you fuck them for me?” you looked up at him with your puppy dog eyes and he just couldn't refuse. He helped you kneel in a comfortable position that allowed you to squeeze your tits around his thick cock, they just about got around it. You began moving your tits up and down his length, moaning as the sensation sent tingles right down to your core, your nipples hardened and his cock twitched.
“Fuck thats it good girl show me how good it feels to have you tits around my cock, god feels good to me.” he grabbed onto your shoulders for support. You hummed in agreement and picked up the pace a little, you could tell he was already close.
“Shit, yes just like that baby, his grip tightened and he began to instinctively thrust his hips up as he grew closer. His cock was now painfully hard as you held your toits together as he fucked into them.
“You gonna cover them in your cum? Can you do that for me?” you asked as you watched the sweat begin to bead at his brow
“Fuck yes wanna cover them, wanna make them mine shit” he groaned and with one last thrust he came spewing thick ropes onto your chest, he thrusted frantically for a while releasing his load. “Haven’t cum since i left, was-shit- was saving it all for you. He panted as you stood up in front of him and kissed him passionately. He used his magic to summon a cloth to wipe your chest clean. He took your hand and led you to his bed. “And now it’s your turn.” he pushed you onto the bed with a giggle.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tag list: @rmoonstoner
lmk if u wanna be tagged! <3
#benedict cumberbatch#kinktober#kinktober 2023#doctor strange x female reader#doctor strange sorcerer supreme#doctor strange#dr strange smut#dr strange x you#dr strange x reader#dr stephen strange#october
113 notes
·
View notes
Text
‘Disrespect’
Surgeon! Strange x fem! reader
- i got a request for this and oh my lord, writing this honestly had me in a state of disbelief. i think i kind of got carried away but fuck it we ball. i <3 dom Stephen sm xx
You often had to remind yourself that Dr Strange simply doesn't function like other people.
Working with him was never ideal, especially in a busy hospital with little to no time to do anything, it did give you the opportunity to idle at how ingeniously he worked. Stephen was exceptionally skilled and he was also exceptionally arrogant; his need to prove he's the smartest man in the room by any means possible provoked you, sometimes you thought he did it on purpose to annoy you specifically. Getting a doctorate didn't make him God's righteous man, most of the time you wanted to curbstomp his stupidly perfect teeth in. Deceit and hubris was always plastered on his face and even with that million dollar smile that women fawned over, you could see right through him. What made everything ten times worst is that after a particularly gruelling night shift, it was only you and him left to clean up the operating theatre.
It felt like the universe was just fucking with you today.
Stuck cleaning up the mess Stephen made with him alone only made you reflect upon why he was hellbent on being an asshole to everybody. And why he had to be attractive whilst doing so. It was easy to see he was attractive but so hard for you to actually admit it. He had all the physical attributes that made you drool but his personality was as appealing to you as shit under your shoe. Stephen found his way to prominence not by just being an incredible neurosurgeon but by fucking through the entire staff; all the nurses found themselves bending over backwards to impress him but he just dismissed them, you honestly couldn't believe the gall he had- it was inhuman.
Now all you could do was survey him silently and not acknowledge him at all.
Stephen was having trouble even making eye contact with you today, the thought made him chuckle inwardly. Normally, you'd gawk at him stupidly when you believed he wasn't looking but he felt your eyes burn into his skull- he couldn't help but consider the possibility that you weren't death staring him but actually...eyefucking him. Stephen basked in the feeling, his confidence doubled tenfold usually but today you were deliberately ignoring him. He couldn't have that. Not since you were the most gorgeous distraction he's ever had. He just kept thinking of you when he wasn't supposed to and Stephen wanted to act on his primitive urges.
‘’You're being unusually untalkative.’’ Stephen remarked as you were both washing your hands in the sink, almost as if to clean yourself of this stupid day. ‘’Who pissed in your cereal?’’ He quirked an eyebrow at you, gazing at you through the mirror.
‘’Maybe I just don't fucking like you.’’ You gave him a dazzling, chilly 'fuck off' smile alongside your unwelcome glare. Stephen loved it- your persistent need to shrug him aside, it was a taste of his own medicine.
‘’Don't lie. It doesn't suit a woman like you.’’
‘’Like me?’’ Your tone filled with offence and displeasure as your eyes narrowed. Who the fuck did he think he was to evaluate you? It annoyed you to a senseless degree.
‘’You're too pretty to lie. Stop lying to yourself, you do like me. And you hate it.’’ Stephen stared at you directly as he dried his hands off, his expression certain and his smile sly.
Stephen knew you got him in a 'gotcha' moment. Your face was vacant, eyes gleaming wide and doe alongside an agape mouth and creased eyebrows. He smirked at you like a stupid all American textbook jock as if he could see right through you and all your innermost thoughts. You resumed your movements and gathered your loose hair and tied it into a ponytail and connected gazes daren't oscillate. Stephen loved watching you work and going about doing your own thing, he liked that you thawed when you gave him a sweet smile.
‘’Where would you get that impression that I do infact tolerate you, Doctor?’’ You couldn't help but flirt with him, not when he was being so brazen and saying exactly what was on his mind- you could do the exact same.
He took a beat to study you and look at you in this resolve. Beautiful. Charming. Saccharine.
Stephen cocked his head, thinned his eyes and simply said: ‘’Intuition?’’
‘’Don't lie. It doesn't suit a man like you.’’ You repeated his prior statement with a small smirk and knowing character.
Stephen let out a breathless scoff at your purpose. You were enjoying yourself completely and he had this overwhelming surge to just...bend you over the operating table. The idea was completely out of it but you were making him feel this new sensation: it was thrilling and completely new. New and shiny. Stephen stalked towards you in slow steps and he reached his hand and out and pulled on your ponytail. He was pleased with the small gasp you let out.
‘’I like this. You should wear it up more often.’’ He mumbled thickly, eyes heavy and half lidded as he stared down at you.
‘’Mmm...I don't know... you seem awfully inattentive, Doctor.’’ You hummed as Stephen was drawing closer to you, lulling your head back slightly and crooning in warm pleasure. You were clearly amused.
‘’Baby, I'm very detail oriented. Don't question my awareness.’’ Stephen scolded at you and if you were being honest, it aroused the everloving God out of you. In this context, you'd allow yourself a brief moment of liberty to succumb to his...charms.
The way he called you baby made you feel wobbly. Baby. Mmm...hearing him say that to you made you bite your lip in anticipation. This cruel frustration was certainly making you feel flustered and he was pleased to see such a scene. He was so happy. So damn happy he got you in such a state. Him? Making you blush? You? Of all people?
‘’Awareness my ass.’’ You chuckled as you peered up at him flirtatiously, a cute little smile playing at your lips too. Oh, so you can be fun. Stephen just scoffed at your determinted nature. ‘’But for the sake of pettiness and my spiral into insanity, if you are so aware...tell me what makes you aware of me?’’ You couldn't help but provoke him further, allowing yourself the selfishness of prying into his head to see how he actually views you. If he actually wanted you like that.
‘’Eyes.’’ Stephen mumbled under his breath, pupils darting elsewhere as if he didn't want you to actually hear the words that came out of his mouth but you were attentive, you obviously did. For fucks sake, he's deciding to get shy now? That's new.
‘’Eyes? That's rich considering you undress me with yours.’’ You challenged him.
‘’As always, you see right through me.’’ Stephen didn't say it in a way that was sarcastic or certain, it was strange...like him. He latched onto your waist, large hand pinching you while the other was still yanking on your ponytail. Your gasp was palpable, your breath warm.
What made you even more excited was that someone could walk in on you at any moment. It was so naughty.
‘’You're detrimental Stephen.’’ You said with lust in your eyes and Stephen didn't really take the time to listen to your words when his mouth was already plastered against yours.
Mhmm... his lips were nice but you knew he was dangerous, he had such a special ability to make every single woman weak in the knees but you were more durable than he initially thought. Stephen was incredibly eager, lips tasting at yours like he was starved of a proper meal, well, he had been eyeing you like you were a full course meal all day- it was only fitting. This whole ordeal was entirely unprofessional but you weren't in your right mind to care about it, Stephen Strange was right here, kissing you, feeling you through your scrubs; it was making you impatient, the air was getting hotter, your clothes suddenly felt too tight.
Stephen on the other hand was troubled by the way he was already so drawn to you. Normally it would be the woman that initiated these things with him but he was bending the norm, he was chasing after you. He was the chaser now and you were obviously pleased with yourself. He thought you tasted lavish and plentiful, he was swimming in you. Stephen's patience was wearing thin, it was a change of pace considering how careful and concise he was with his work, his sex life was more demanding. His mouth still fastened to yours, he walked you over to the operating table; you couldn't even catch your breath before he swivelled you around and bent you over, kicking your legs apart with his feet.
‘’You're flushed.’’ Stephen lowered his lips down to your ear, smirking at your little gasps of surprise in the process. ‘’That's how I know when you want to fuck. Note taken.’’ He threaded gis fingers through your ponytail and tugged the hairtie out of it, letting your hall fall down your back and shoulders.
‘’How do I know when you want to? When you randomly decide to bend me over on the operating table?’’ You asked him with a heavy voice, tilting your head to the side to peer up at him.
‘’No. When you're in the room. That's all it takes.’’ Stephen grunted. Your heart dipped at the statement, a strange feeling blooming inside of your lower stomach with his dirty words. You were wild about him, back arching already- he hadn't even taken your clothes off yet. Feeling pathetic didn't even seem worth it anymore, not when Stephen Strange was illiciting so many new reactions out of you; it was so different, he was making you feel things you couldn't even get out yourself.
For fucks sake, was he made out of magic or something? It felt like he was. There was something so inherently wrong with you, wrong with you both- this shouldn't be happening! You were colleagues! And you hated how much of an asshole he could be. But he was a severely attractive asshole. The type of man that truly understands how the mind works, how the body works. That doctorate really was coming in handy now.
Stephen's beautiful mind was already coming up with filthy ways to make you feel so good- he was excited and so damn aroused. Dear God, was this what it felt like to be sixteen again? He was acting like he's never seen a naked woman let alone actually fuck one before. Stephen pulled your pants down and you had no objections, in fact, you were itching to get it off.
‘’Don't forget that I respect the hell out of you.’’ He said as he ripped your underwear off, the elastic burning the underside of the thighs from the friction.
‘’Why do you say that?’’ You asked all breathy and sensual. Wondering what he actually meant.
‘’Because I'm about to fuck you full of disrespect.’’ Stephen's voice was heavy and husky. It was a promise and a threat all in one. what really tilted vou was when he pinned your arms behind your back tightly, the other hand flying to tug and pull at your loose hair.
You were about to melt into a puddle of goo, your knees buckled and stephen felt incredibly proud of himself. You had the ability to make him feel ten feet tall and completely elated. Your pussy was clenching around nothing and all you could do was whine at him to do something, satiate your grovelling need that required far too much attention.
‘’You want that?’’ Stephen asked, hoping you agree and confirmed what he already knew.
You peered up at him again. ‘’Go find someone else to boss around-‘’
Stephen scoffed at you, internally knowing you absolutely fucking love it when he did tell you what to do. You made it obvious, you flushed everytime you were near him- he couldn't help but let it stroke his ego. He wondered what you looked like stroking his cock. Although the idea seems far too appealing to be real, he simply couldn't tolerate your behaviour. By disrespect he didn't mean talk back at him.
You froze, heartbeats slowing like they'd been dropped in molasses. Stephen held you by your hair and pulled you up to his torso, like it was a leash. Your breath stopped when his front pressed against your back, he felt so warm, so fucking good. You could have groaned if you had the air to do so. With a slight tug, your head tilted to the side and his lips brushed the hollow behind your ear.
‘’I respect you but you're appalling me when all I want is to fuck...this.’’ Stephen grumbled as he spanked your bare behind. You squirmed against him relentlessly, mouth already foaming as he gripped your chin.
‘’Respect my wishes and fuck me disrespectfully.’’ You moaned at him, begging for something, anything- it was deplorable and you were sure you wouldn't be able to live it down.
Stephen didn't respond he just slammed you back down on the operating table. Your lips part in shock at his possessiveness, your body tensing and the anticipation growing immensely. Already spending too much time in your head, you were tethered back to reality by another spank on your ass- it'll turn into a burning shade of red soon.
Stephen was happy in the state that he got you, he was clearly pleased to see you considering how hard he was; he tugged his cock out of it's confines, it was growing painful leaving you like this with every second that passed.
You gasped as he slid into you so easily and Stephen thought he was bathing in the heavens. that voice was angelic, your moans a perfect instrumental. All he knew is that you set him ablaze as you stretched to accomodate his frighteningly thick size. The flames of hate and passion burned in equal measure, fusing and merging into one heady concotion. Your plea for more was silent, your back arching as his grip on your wrists growing tighter than ever.
‘’S-Someone could c-come in!’’ You struggled as he started rutting into you, the realisation that you were fucking your colleague finally dawning on you.
‘’Does that make your pussy wet?’’ He chuckled at you breathlessly. ‘’I bet it does, doesn't it?’’
The dickhead was laughing down at you. You shaked your head, attempting to deny the truth and in turn denying how much you wanted him. His head was cast in doubt at you
‘’The fear of people realising you're such a slut for me. That you're weak for me. Being caught with me balls deep inside you...it makes you want to cum, doesn't it?’’ He fucked you in hard quick strokes, taking complete control over you. Your breath sharpens and your moans heightens as you draw closer and closer to your inevitable end. He swatted your ass again and you felt your insides drop.
‘’Is this your version of playful banter, Doctor?’’ You tried your hand at flirting but Stephen was dead serious. He wasn't in the mood for your glute jokes.
‘’Answer my question and I'll answer yours.’’ Stephen plunged into you, deeper and deeper hitting that spot that made you see shattered starlight, reaching a peak you didn't even know you had in you.
You attempted to stammer out a response but your tongue turned numb and forgot how to function.
‘’Baby, don't be polite now.’’ He cooed at you like a stupid little schoolgirl.
‘’I-I...for fucks sake...Yes!’’ You huffed out, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you melt under him.
‘’My version of playful banter is watching you on all fours crawling to me. Seeing how beautiful you look begging on your knees for my cock.’’
You moaned at the sheer thought of it.
Stephen wasn't joking. He wasn't anywhere near it. He wanted to watch you naked, crawling to him, begging for his cock.
Hm….the idea was certainly appealling.
Stephen was spurred on by it all and fucked into you, heavier, crazier, it was simply scandalous. His dick slid in and out of you so easily, you were wetter than you had ever been before. Your stomach tightens with heat, your thighs growing slicker and slicker as he pulsated inside of you- Stephen swallowed at your incredible disposition, pulling on your hair harder and harder like it was his own personal dog leash. In this position you were willing to admit you were his bitch.
Stephen's eyes light up and his nostrils flare with every stroke. His cool demeanour slipping as he let loose groans he was bottling up, raw desire bled through the cracks. He had to make sure you came. You were tensing up. So damn close to the sharp precipice. Your orgasm slammed into you and fireworks errupted behind your eyes. Fuck. It felt too good to be real. All of this pent up tension drawn back through sex is definitely not under cliched- but you couldn't find yourself caring. Your cry alone made Stephen release thick ropes of his cum inside of you. He came so fucking hard he almost sank to the floor, and that never happened. Ever. Afterwards, the air was filled and with dense sex.
‘’H-How-Why..?’’You blinked when he pulled out of you. ‘’Wow.’’ You looked a little shellshocked, eyes widening with what had actually happened.
Stephen couldn't help but laugh as he pulled your pants up and straightened you back up. He felt bad for not taking the time to clean you up but he was wary of the time and the fact that someone actually could spot you both. You readjusted your stance in an effort to seem more confident but when you swivelled around to face him, all Stephen could see was your expression- completely taken aback.
‘’It's okay, you'll get used to it.’’ He smiled at you, his eyes gleaming as he went to wash his hands in the sink, doing the exact same thing he did before he fucked you into another dimension, completely unbothered. You tossed him a scowl.
‘’Used to it? You're expecting this to happen again?’’ You sounded way more surprised than Stephen had liked.
‘’Yes. Next time for hours in my bed...I mean...unless you want to be fucked over another piece of medical apparatus.’’ He turned his head to smirk at you.
‘’Mmm….I liked the operating table.’’
#dr stephen strange#dr strange angst#dr strange fluff#dr strange x fem!reader#dr strange x y/n#stephen strange smut#dr strange smut#stephen strange#doctor stephen strange#dr strange oneshot
289 notes
·
View notes
Note
semi-public sex with Stephen Strange, please?
Sufferable Intoxication
Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!
Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader
Summary: You’ve been teasing Stephen for days and now he’s come to collect his payment 😉
Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - Praise kink, panty stealing, vaginal sex, dirty talk, public sex, its just plain filth
•Im back after a slight break!!! This was inspired by The Darkness. I hope you enjoy it. This is also slightly proofread and Ill fix errors if I see them later•
Stephen couldn’t help but trace his calloused hands over you, the familiar sensation left goosebumps on your touch starved skin as your lips connected once more. Stripping your panties off with swift precision it left your bottom half exposed as he tucked the thin delicate cotton into the breast pocket of his robes. The cold breeze of the library drifted across your soaked core making your legs twitch in response. Your scent lingering heavily on his fingers, Stephen closed his eyes taking a deep inhale. Your arousal shot straight to his cock making him shiver, Stephen couldn’t help but groan deeply.
Its been days since Stephens been able to have his greedy hands on you and it was a lot of time to make up for. Stephen was no fool. He knew the power that his touch had on you. For his surgeon days sometimes drifted him back to just how powerful his touch really was. How his eyes would bring a woman instantly to her knees. You were a prodigy and he knew your power and respected it highly. It was one of the many things that attracted him to you. But heaven be damned, he wanted to feel you in his eager hands now.
“Baby, you’re so responsive to my touch,” he smiled leaning in to kiss you. Only to see you pulling away biting your lip winking at him playfully, “I guess that’s why the gods gave you magic hands, Doctor,” pressing to his chest you pulled him in slealing a deep kiss.
Releasing a growl Stephen picked you up like you weighed nothing as he placed you on the ebony table against a secluded shelf. Smiling between breathy kisses he spread your legs wider, pressing himself onto you. Stephen always loved your response to his cock and couldn’t help but smile as his blue eyes glistened with pride.
“Your beautiful,” he whispers lovingly as you bend to his touch.
His bearded lips trailing down your neckline leaving shaded blossoms in there wake as his nimble fingers got to work your robes. Shedding the fabric to finally unveil your bare body on display for him. Stephen Strange has seen many wonders in the world including Everest, but your body and soul have always been the greatest wonder since he first set eyes you. For he couldn’t stop himself from gazing lovingly, “your perfect,” were only words his genius brain could comprehend. For it was the pure unbridled truth.
Pulling away he noticed your nipples harden as he unfastened his belts chuckling.
“My girls so eager for me”, peeling away the many layers of his indigo shaded robes he smiled. Exposing just enough of his bare form Stephen smiled as he caught your gaze on his thick cock now exposed.
You groaned staring at him, “always” cooing softly, “now come here”. You wanted him bad, and seeing his bare form only made the craving worse.
Stephen growled taking a stride froward he broke the space between you both. A bead of pre cum was already leaking from his aching member you felt his large slender hands working there magic on your breasts as you pressed closer to him once more. Feeling the throbbing thickness of his stiffening vigor made you release a involuntary whimper as he felt your legs lock around his waist.
“Where do you want me to touch you sweetheart?” He spoke between kisses as you thread your fingers through his grey temples murmuring,“I don’t know and I don’t fucking care. I just want your cock in me. P-lease!”
Stephen paused, his eyes burned into yours with authority as his fingers firmly locked your chin meeting his unwavering gaze.
“Please what y/n?” His voice carried a commanding tone as the world seemed to stop, his crystal blue eyes couldn’t help but make you groan. The tone shot to your sacral chakra as you felt the heat spread under your skin while he waited for your answer and that’s when you cracked and folded like a house of cards.
“Please have me fall apart under you Sir, for I miss your cock so much,” whispering to match his tone. There you go again SIR…the nickname always sent a shiver of delight down his spine.
Pulling your chin he kissed you deeply, your tongues moved in sync as his hands moved slowly making there way to your needy heat. “good girl,” he purred.
Pulling back further seeing your pupils blown wide he lost self control,“Fuck, you’re so hot when you’re obedient,” he growled leaning in to kiss you once more. I will reward her for that later, “besides,” leaning in Stephen pulled you closer. His lips a breath away as his fingers made gentle circles around your clit making you groan with pleasure.
"I want to watch you come undone around my cock”
His eyes casted to your face flushing a crimson red making him in turn smile. Your souls were so evenly matched that overtime you became a drug. Sassiness and all he really did love this game between the both of you. But he now wanted more then just flings with you. He wanted you to mark you as his.
The perfectly pitched moans from you shot straight to Stephens throbbing aching cock as it sung through the sanctum library, his long slender digits clamped over your kissed swollen lips muffling the pleasurable whines and whimpers. A plea for more.
Stephen gave a cocky smirk as his gaze pierced yours,“Be quiet baby or someone will find us,” he moaned in your ear. You drove him crazy, but he never expected your beauty and intelligence to be his downfall. In all his years Stephen never once met another person who was more insufferable then himself. But hell if you didn’t feel like heaven between his hands let alone wrapped around his cock.
Through muffled pants you shook out of his grip, lips wrapped around his thumb only to sensually pull out echoing a lewd pop, “then make me Stephen Strange,” a smirk cascading across your flushed lips.
Stephen knew you felt the same about him, but were always to proud to admit it. But he knew better, for he was no fool. All those days of you gawking at him during his shirtless training sessions. Or how his fingers would linger a bit on you as he would “help you” with your sling ring gestures. He couldn’t help but feel this spark that fanned into a flame.
Leaning into the shell of your ear his other hand entered your wet center whispering, “be a good girl a scoot forward to the table then”. Nodding you quickly brought yourself closer as Stephen rubbed his length up and down your wet folds. He couldn’t help but groan as he slid inside of you. He wasted no time reaching all the way to the hilt as he bottomed you out in a steady rhythm. The table began to shake as you wrapped your legs around his hips locking Stephen in place.
“Fuck,” he growled, “you feel amazing. So tight around me,” he bit you’re your neck and you couldn’t help but muffle your moans by biting his shoulder in return. The salty texture of his skin made your pussy clench as you rocked together in unison.
The sound of your shared moans were muffled as your lips sealed once more. You tasted like heaven, his tongue slid with yours as a muffled moan escaped your parted lips he picked up the pace. His thrust becoming more prominent as he felt your pussy clench tighter around his cock.
“You take me so well y/n. So so well,” his praises chanted in your hear making you groan into his ear.
“You feel amazing Stephen please don’t stop,” you begged as you felt his cock twitch inside of you. He was close.
Your plea was enough to tip him over the edge as he jept up his relentless pace. Feeling the familiar sensation your skin began to prickle as your nipple hardened.
“That’s right baby, come for me”
Before you knew it, the cord snapped and you both came undone. Coming down from the high Stephen smiled, “That’s my good girl. Your so beautiful when you come”
Sweat glistened off his shoulders as he brushed your sweat sticked hair behind an ear. Feeling the absence of him made you wince as he kissed your forehead manifesting a warm towel. Reaching forward for the rag Stephen decline shaking a finger.
“No, no. Let me take care of you”
Words escaped you as he gently tended to your scared places. The warm water feeling good on your tender flesh.
“That’s my good girl,” he cooed as he helped placed your robes back on. Looking into his eyes you grabbed his wrist pulling him in for a soft kiss.
“Thank you Stephen. That was…fun.”
He chuckled adjusting his robes, “fun was an understatement. But next time, lets opt for my room next time. I hate having to keep our voice’s down”
Giggling he pulled you in for a deeper kiss, his tongue dancing with yours that sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
“You got it. So…same time tomorrow Doctor?”
[MASTERLIST] [JOIN MY TAGLIST] [SPOTIFY]
@withalittlehoney @deepbatched @bakerstreethound @thealleydog @sassenach-on-the-rocks @blxckdragonfly @asherloki @pinkthick @stewardofningishzida @cumbrbatchbenedict @geeky-politics-46 @lokidokieokie @strangesgirls @silversword7000 @newavenger @icytrickster17 @lucimorningst4r @lady-harvey @evelyn-kingsley @battledress @budugu @kentucky-criedfricken @hunterofshadows04 @km-ffluv @datauthorress @azu21 @cemak @sobeautifullyobsessed @aphroditesdilemma @huxs-waifu @moonlover-tobefree @strangesslut @butchers-girl @dino-fart @meeom @vickie-mcmuffin
#doctor strange fanfic#doctor strange smut#doctor strange x reader#doctor strange fanfiction#doctor strange x you#doctor strange x reader insert#doctor strange x female reader#doctor strange x y/n#doctor strange#stephen strange fanfiction#stephen strange x you#dr strange smut#dr stephen strange#stephen strange smut#benedict cumberbatch#doctor stephen strange#sinister strange#because benedict cumberbatch#stephen strange#doctor strange in the multiverse of madness#doctor strange 2
123 notes
·
View notes
Text
First Impressions || Dr Strange
Summary: You have a vision to combine sorcery with science to become an even greater surgeon, you just need to convince Dr Strange to teach you.
Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, foreplay, protected sex, fluff, medical terms/surgery scene
WC: 2.8k
A/N: remember to head over to @dilemmaslibrary and hit 'Get Notifications' to hear about my new fics.
Ever since you graduated Medical School and had seen magic first hand, when Doctor Strange metaphysically broke through your operating room, you became obsessed with merging the two. You couldn’t believe your luck when you found a sling ring in an estate sale on Craigslist but you prepared yourself for disappointment when the package arrived.
“Come on, please be the real deal.” You whispered as you broke through the plastic bubble wrap and felt the cool metal fall into your palm. It wasn’t the greatest fit for your fingers but you managed to slip it on and held it up as you had seen in the many videos available on youtube of the sorcerers in action. “Take me to Dr Strange.”
A few sparks glittered in your living room but they quickly fizzled out and you huffed in annoyance. Taking a calming breath, you lifted your ring adorned hand and with the other repeated the circling motion, imagining the surgeon come sorcerer. “Show me Dr Strange.”
The sparks arced around the room, completing a dark circle as it grew and you squealed at the sight of the bare chested man reading a book in his bed.
“Excuse you.” He muttered as he frowned, looking over the top of the book at you.
“I’m so sorry.” You stammered as you looked around his room instead of being drawn into the smooth muscles that were revealed as he closed the book and placed it on his lap covered by his bedspread. “I, um, didn’t mean to intrude.”
“I hardly believe that.” He stated bluntly. “What do you want?”
“You.” His eyebrow curled up and you cringed with the need to slap yourself. “That came out wrong, not that you’re not a very attractive man, you are. Oh god, shut up…What I mean is…I need you to teach me sorcery.”
His lips twitched with a hint of amusement but then he opened his book again, his dark green eyes skimming the pages quickly. “While I am flattered, I am not in the business of training thieves.”
“I’m not a thief.” You said as you stepped through the portal, the need to defend your honour surging you into his private quarters.
“You have a sling ring that does not belong to you.”
“I paid good money for this.” You argued. “Do you know how many duds I brought before I found this one? Seven.”
“Congratulations. You have tenacity.” He drawled as he rolled his eyes.
“Damn right I do, and I’ll prove it if you let me.”
“Fine.”
“I will come back every night and change your alarm until you…wait what?”
“I said fine. I’ll see you here first thing Monday morning.” He said dismissively, holding his palm up to stop you from interrupting. “And use the front door next time.”
“I’m extremely grateful but Monday morning kind of clashes with my-”
“Do you want my help or not?”
“Yes, it’s just-”
“What?” He growled as he slammed the book shut. “What could be so important?”
“I have a paediatric craniotomy booked in.”
He sighed heavily and ran a hand over his face before pinching the bridge of his nose. “Well, I can’t ask you to change that now can I? That would really make me the asshole.”
“Kind of, yeah.” You shrugged with a smile, hoping to lessen the blow to his ego before you turned back to your portal. “Is that The Senses: A Comprehensive Reference?”
You walked around the portal to the bookshelf that took up the entirety of one of his bedroom walls and reached for the hardback you had wanted to get your hands on for a while. The spine didn’t have a single dent and you tutted to yourself as you realised the treasure hadn’t even been opened.
“Sure, just help yourself.” Stephen sighed as he went back to reading his book. “Not like you need an invitation, apparently.”
“Anyone ever told you that you’re very passive aggressive?” You asked as you took a seat in the dark red leather chair that matched his bedspread.
“They tend to leave out the passive part.” He muttered, but still flicked his finger at the lamp beside the chair and illuminated the page you had opened.
You chuckled to yourself as you tucked your legs up under you and got comfortable in the seat and circled your hand around the portal, erasing it from the room. “I’m starting to think you don’t want me to leave now.”
“Keep disturbing me and find out.”
You pressed your lips together in a tight smile as you ran your finger over them, pretending to zip them closed as you turned your attention back to the book on your lap. You should have felt uncomfortable sitting in a relative stranger's room while he was half naked but you didn’t get to be one of the best brain surgeons, since Stephen’s accident, by not taking risks. It was in your DNA, you couldn’t help that you didn’t have a healthy fear for the dangers around you - no risk, no reward.
A buzz at your hip was quickly followed by an irritating beep that stirred you from your slumber. The crick in your neck ached as you tried to straighten up and found you had fallen asleep in the leather chair, the book waiting on the side table with a bookmark between the pages. The lamp had been turned off at some point during the night and a woollen blanket had been laid across you, by Dr Strange you assumed.
Grabbing the pager on your hip you rubbed away the sleep in your eyes so you could focus on the message running across the little screen before jumping to your feet.
“God, I do not miss that sound.” Stephen complained as it woke him up too.
“Do you miss being a surgeon?” You asked as you folded his blanket and draped it over the chair.
“Sometimes.”
His voice was barely above a whisper and it felt more like a confession to himself than an answer to you. “Where’s your residency?”
“Metro-General Hospital.” You said as he opened a portal in the surgical wing of your workplace.
“What the hell?” Dr Palmer gasped as she rounded the corner and saw the portal leading to his room.
She looked between you and the still half naked Stephen before averting her eyes. “Dr Y/L/N, your patient is being prepped in OR 3. Nice to see you, Stephen.”
“Christine.” He nodded before pointing at you. “Next time, knock. Bye, bye.”
The portal surged towards you and closed an instant after it passed, leaving you in the sterile hallway with a curious Christine whose lips were just beginning to part.
“You don’t have to say anything, nothing is going on with Stephen.” You interjected as you made your way to the operating room.
“I was just gonna say he’s a good person.” She admitted, causing you to pause and turn back to her. “He’s just not so good with people. Be careful, I don’t want to see you hurt when he leaves you disappointed.”
“Wow.” You laughed and shook your head. “Thanks for looking out for me, Doc, but I’m a big girl.”
Your eyes burned from being completely focused on the bullet fragments in your patient's brain, each sliver of metal slowly extracted by your steady hand until you reached the very last one.
“It’s too risky, you could cause more damage by removing that one.”
You didn’t even look at the resident, Doctor Andrews, as you continued to extricate the piece. “I am the attending, thank you very much, and I am going to remove it.”
“Is your fragile ego really worth killing the kid?” He argued and you looked up at the live iMRI guiding you.
“You said it, he’s just a kid and this fragment was pressing on his pituitary gland. Can anyone explain what that means to Mr Know-It-All over here?” You asked and saw an eager medical student raise his hand. “Have at it.”
“The pressure on the pituitary gland would hinder its function limiting body growth, hormone release and cause lifeline blood pressure issues.”
“Gold star for you.” You muttered as the fragment came free without the need for cauterising any bleeds and you dropped it into the metal tray with the rest of the shrapnel. “You can close up.”
The medical student looked like he had won the lottery as he stepped forward and you stepped into the space beside Doctor Andrews, leaning in as you watched the student begin to textbook suture the wound closed. “Damn that fragile ego of mine.”
With the surgery finished and the boy on his way to recovery you tore your gloves and scrubs off, dumping them in the hazmat bin before stepping out of the room and straight through a portal in the floor. Your heart leapt out of your chest as you fell but as quickly as it started, you found yourself landing on the soft cushioning of a bed.
“That was rude.” You frowned as you finally stopped bouncing and found Stephen smirking from the chair you had slept in.
“Consider it payback.” He chuckled and pressed his fingers together as he leant back. “That was an impressive retrieval, but there was no way to know how much that fragment would have affected him if it had been left.”
You crossed your arms defensively and tipped your chin back. “Maybe, but there would have been more risk opening scar tissue and going in a second time when they found he never hit puberty, by then it's too late.”
“I’m not arguing, I would have done the exact same thing.” He admitted as he rose from the chair. “Like I said, I’m impressed.”
You were acutely aware that the roles had been reversed from last night and now you were the one sitting against his headboard as he crossed the room. A part of you was disappointed that he was wearing clothes this time and from the smirk playing on his lips, he knew it too.
“I get the feeling that doesn’t happen often.” You whispered as he reached the edge of the bed.
“No, it doesn’t.”
“You’re not feeling threatened are you?” You teased as he towered over you.
“That’s not exactly the word I would use.” He chuckled, his fingers rising to his cloak and shrugging it from his shoulders. “I must admit, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
Your breath caught in your chest as he leant closer and you were surrounded by his warm spiced cologne. “Any ideas on how to fix that?”
“I have one.”
His lips were surprisingly cold as they brushed over yours and you reached up to run your fingers through his hair and pull him closer, deepening the kiss as your tongue caressed his. Your head fell back with a decadent sigh as he made his way down your neck, his short shaped beard teasing your skin and sending goosebumps erupting across your body.
“This isn’t exactly how I imagined our first lesson would go.” You said breathlessly as he unbuttoned your work blouse and bared more of your skin to his touch. You were trying to return the favour but Stephen had more layers than you could understand. “Why are you wearing a hoodie and a jacket?”
“I just got back from Siberia.” He answered as if it were completely normal for him to cross the globe twice in a single morning, but for him it was.
“That explains your lips.” You murmured as you ran your thumb across them. “I didn’t want to go all Doctor on you.”
Your core clenched as he winked up at you. “There’s always role play, but maybe another time.”
“Hmmm, yes, sir.” You grinned back. “Now can you ‘poof’ your clothes off already?”
“Doesn’t quite work that way, sweetheart.” He said as he leant back and pulled the layers of shirts over his head.
“It will when I master it.” You promised, tugging his belt away so you could pull his trousers over his hips.
Whatever witty remark he had on his tongue was forgotten when you wrapped your hand around the silken skin of his cock and stroked him, his own hands making quick work of your bra. Your lips parted with a soft moan when he sucked your nipple into his mouth and rolled his tongue around it skillfully.
“Do you make a habit of spying on surgeries?” You asked curiously before his fingers dipped beneath your panties and you lost all ability to speak.
“No, you were the exception.” He whispered in your ear. “I wanted to see who I was getting involved with. I didn’t expect to find myself so enthralled, it’s quite frightening.”
“The infamous Stephen Strange fears me?” You teased, grazing your teeth over his racing pulse before he pushed you back on the bed and pulled your scrub pants off your body.
“I’m not afraid of you.” He growled as he knelt between your spread legs and trailed his darkened eyes over your body with a hunger burning in their depths. His fingers disappeared into a small portal before pulling out a condom that he rolled down his length before teasing your slit with them. “I’m afraid of what you’ll make me do.”
“Why is that?” You asked as you hooked your legs around his hips and drew him in closer so his hard length rested at your entrance.
“Because I won’t be able to say no to you.”
His fingers laced with yours before he pinned your hands above your head and your back arched as he rolled his hips, his tip easing through your wet folds too slow for your needs.
“Then don’t say no, Stephen, just fuck me already.” You begged as you looked up from your vulnerable position.
His eyes fluttered shut as he gave in and buried himself in your core, indulging himself in the sweet sound of your moan. “Shit.”
Your pussy clenched at the sight of Stephen losing the tight grip he had on his control and let himself fall completely into the moment, even his hair that was always combed back perfectly came free and tousled with every thrust into you. Your wrists fought against his hold, your nails looking for purchase across his back but he grunted as his grip tightened and he fucked you harder.
“Oh god, that feels so good.” You mewled as his angle changed and his pubic bone applied pressure to your clit when he bottomed out, waves of pleasure erupting from the epicentre.
The hold on your hands disappeared as he moved to hold your waist, pressing gently against your stomach with one hand but the pressure within your walls exploded from the touch. White hot lightning flashed across your eyes and your nails raked down Stephen’s back as your orgasm ripped through your body and your pussy gripped him like a vice. His head fell to your shoulder and his deep moan reverberated through you as he was overcome and he spilled his seed into the condom, your pussy massaging him through his release and milking every last drop.
Stephen collapsed to your side, rolling onto his back as his chest rose and fell quickly while he caught his breath. You turned to your side, propping your head on your hand as you took in every feature, including the extremely full condom he was reaching down to remove.
“Been a while huh?” You joked as he tied it off and dropped it through a portal to what you assumed was a rubbish bin.
“There’s not exactly a lot of down time between saving the world.” He shrugged. “I am particular about the person I want to share my bed with.”
“Colour me intrigued, I need to hear this.”
“Well, first, she has to be smart.” He said, his finger trailing lightly along your thigh and over your hip. “Secondly, sarcasm, that’s a must.”
“Of course.” You smirked, his finger continuing its path over your waist and between the valley of your breasts. “What else?”
“She would have spirit, others might call it pestilence, but it’s an unyielding eagerness.” He smiled, his finger tipping your chin back so he could lean in closer. “Does that sound like someone I might know?”
“24 hours ago I would have said no.” You giggled, the sound foreign to your own ears. “I don’t think I’m pestilent.”
His lips silenced any further remark as he pulled you against him and deepened the kiss to reignite the fire in your core. Pulling away breathless, he ran his thumb over your swollen lips and smirked. “I said spirited.”
#dr strange x reader#dr strange x poc!reader#dr strange imagine#dr strange smut#Stephen strange x reader#Stephen strange imagine#Stephen strange smut
536 notes
·
View notes
Text
It Started With a Whisper
Summary: You and Stephen have been sneaking around for a while. At the same time though, you had never made anything official. There were no boundaries or rules, meaning you couldn't get jealous if another female held his attention. That thought didn't stop you from feeling jealous though. When you spotted him being extra friendly while catching up with his ex Christine, you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. This all led up to one of the most eventful Stark parties in history. Tony claims "it even tops the whole Ultron situation".
Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader
Word Count: 2.9k
tags: Fem pronouns, little bit of angst, fluff, lots of alcohol
It was a normal Thursday afternoon, you were on your way to the best coffee shop in New York to pick up an order for the team as your brother, Tony, had asked you.
You had your airpods in, listening to "The Chain" by Fleetwood Mac. As you approached the coffee shop you took one ear bud out and pulled the door open, but something (or someone) caused your whole body to freeze up.
It was Stephen. The same mystical wizard that you have been fooling around with for almost a month. Sitting there all pretty with the biggest smile on his face while he caught up with his ex, Christine.
Now, you couldn't cause a scene because, he wasn't yours. And although you were very aware of this, it still hurt you.
Seeing the fact that neither of them had noticed you, you proceeded to turn on your heel and exit the café as quickly as possible. Popping your other earbud back in and blasting whatever music that played first.
You were angry, hurt, confused, and just completely overwhelmed. Stephen was never yours. You can't get mad at him over this. You thought, as you quickly walked to your car. It didn't matter if he wasn't yours because if that was the case, then isn't he just using you? No, no, no. This is all your own fault for hiding your true feelings in the first place.
Once you made it to the compound with no coffees, you realized you were going to have to think of an explanation. You couldn't tell anyone about what had just happened because, they don't know about you and Stephen anyways. No one does.
You elected to lie and say the coffee shop was closed if somebody were to ask, but if nobody was to be seen, you were bee-lining it to your bedroom.
To your surprise, you managed to dodge everyone and successfully make it to your bedroom unnoticed (at least you thought so).
As soon as you attempted to lay down and let all your cooped up emotions out, a knock sounded from your bedroom door. You got up and opened it revealing an unamused Tony.
"Hey kid, you okay? Where are the coffees?" Tony asked, slightly concerned at the fact that you didn't stop by the lab to see what him and Banner were up to.
"Yeah, fine. The shop was closed, so I figured we could just make some here instead." You explained nonchalantly.
"Oh? Okay... I'll see you around then, I'll be in the lab. Let me know if you wanna order take out for dinner. We can get your fav." He said before turning around.
You let out a sigh and closed your door, turning the lock and returning to your bed of sorrow and self loathing.
The more you thought about the situation, tears began to well up in your eyes. Once you noticed this, you tried to shake them away but it was a hopeless attempt. You laid there and sobbed for a good 4 hours, then you drifted asleep due to how tired your eyes felt.
--------------------------------------------------------
You woke up at exactly 5:45 in the morning, completely confused. You hadn't set an alarm or anything, but you did fall asleep super early. Taking that into consideration, you got up and started your day knowing damn well you weren't going to fall back asleep.
You threw some spandex shorts on and almost put one of Stephens' graphic T's on until you were forced to remember the events of yesterday. Bitterly, you shoved the T-shirt back into your draw and put a cropped T-shirt on instead. You put your sneakers on and headed to the gym.
You started with some stretching and light cardio to warm up. You did a few deadlifts and shoulder presses and then quickly moved to the heavy bag. You began letting all your anger out on the punching bag throwing jabs, left hooks, and upper cuts like your life depended on it.
You thought about Stephens' stupid pretty little smile and threw a right hook so hard that you knocked the bag off the chains.
"Jesus doll, what's got you all worked up so early this mornin'?" Steve said while approaching you.
"Bad dream," You replied dryly as you turned to face him.
"You sure? Do I need to break someone's legs?" Steve teased.
"No Steve everything's all right, thank you for checking up on me though," You offered him a quick smile and made your way to the kitchen to start breakfast since it was already 7 am.
It was a regular thing for you to make breakfast for the team every morning. You were always the first person up because you never really slept well. This morning you decided to make french toast and some hash browns, with a little bit of fruit on the side.
By the time you had finished it was around 7:45. Buck, Steve, and Sam had already joined you for breakfast. Eventually the rest of the team got up and made their way to the kitchen as well. You all ate and bantered before heading off to start some training.
As you prepared yourself for some hand-to-hand combat training with Nat, she reminded you that your brother was hosting a party tonight. The reminder made you feel a little better, at least you have something to look forward to now.
"Everyones gonna be there, Tony said it's gonna be the biggest party he's ever had the privilege to host," Nat rambled on.
"Maybe I'll find someone to entertain me for the night," You joked.
You knew very well that you couldn't replace Stephen with anybody, but who says you can't try to have at least a little fun. Just fun that wouldn't involve getting laid.
Once you finished training with Nat, you went straight to your room to shower and find the perfect outfit for tonight. Something suggestive, something scandalous but classy. You were already picturing it in your head.
Once you got out of the shower, you dried and curled your hair, then you put some natural make up on with the prettiest pair of lashes. As you admired your work in the mirror, you heard your phone go off.
A text. From Stephen. Great.
-Which suit should I wear tonight? Thinkin of going with the classic Armani.
You thought about responding, then decided to ignore the text. He doesn't deserve your time nor does he deserve your opinion. Okay maybe i'm being a bit too harsh, this is partly my fault as well as his. You thought.
"Oh well," You said to yourself as you began pulling your dress from the closet. It was perfect, red, short, tight, and it had mesh sleeves. You paired the dress with a pair of black stilettos.
As you were giving yourself a once over in the mirror, you heard your phone go off again.
-Or not? Are you gonna be there?
Stephen. Again. Take the hint man I really do not wanna speak to you right now, You thought before turning your phone off and heading towards the living room to see if anybody needed help setting anything up.
--------------------------------------------------------
"Might I say, you look absolutely stunning m'lady," You turned around to see Loki in the kitchen grabbing some drinks.
He looked damn good himself in his all black suit and tie. How did you even walk past him in the first place?
"You don't look too bad yourself mischief man," You teased.
Stephen had always hated Loki, and on top of that, he also despised how close you were with him... OH MY GOD. It was as if a lightbulb had went off in your head. Loki is the perfect candidate to be friendly with tonight, god were you excited for this.
"Y/n? Helloooooo, my little midgardian, what are you in space or something?" Loki groaned in attempt to get your attention.
"Huh? Sorry. Zoned out," You said.
"What's on your mind love?" Loki almost looked concerned.
"Oh nothing, just super excited for later! I'd love to spend some more time with you tonight, Loki. For now I'm gonna go see if Ton' needs any help," You said innocently.
"Alright, i'll find you in a few." He smiled bashfully.
As you continued on towards the living room, it had seemed as if the party had already started. Shit, it's 7:30. People are definitely already here. You prepared yourself for a lot of small talk and, seeing Stephen, before walking through the double doors.
"Y/n!!!!!" Tony shouted from across the room, "You look great," he said making his way to you before tugging you to the side of the room.
"Thank you? What's up Ton'?" You asked.
"WHEN WERE YOU GONNA TELL ME YOU WERE MESSING AROUND WITH THE WIZARD," Tony whisper shouted.
Your brain literally short circuited at the question. Nobody knows except you and Stephen, How coul- Oh my fucking god. Your train of thought was cut off by the sight of Stephen eyeing you from across the room with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.
"We're not. I don't know why he would say such a thing when he was quite literally just on a coffee date with his ex," You spat out.
"What? Kid I'm sorry, wait is that why you didn't get coffee yesterday? Do you want me to kick him out? I will," Tony rambled but you were quick to cut him off.
"No Tony, It's not a big deal. I'm just gonna show him what he's missing," You said with a grin on your face before turning on your heel to find Loki.
"Wha- How are you gonna- Oh whatever." Tony gave up on his interrogation and made sure to give Stephen a look of disgust before greeting the newly arrived guests.
As you were walking to the kitchen to find Loki, you didn't notice Stephen trailing behind you. Sneaky little bastard.
Once you reached the kitchen, it appeared to be empty but right as you were about to turn around you felt two hands gently grasp your waist.
"Hey, I was just on my way to find you! What are you doing?" Loki asked.
"Was just looking for you," you said softly while turning to face him, gently placing your hands on his chest.
"Welll you found me, c'mon now let's go have some fun," Loki cheered before leading the both of you down the hall.
Stephen quickly ducked behind a shelve to avoid blowing his cover. He didn't find your interaction with Loki surprising but, he definitely didn't like it. I mean what were you doing? Why did Loki put his hands so low on your waist? He kind of assumed you guys would have been going together... And why had you ignored his texts? AND why had Tony given him the death stare after talking with you?
Stephen needed to talk to you immediately. He didn't like being confused for one, and for two, he genuinely thinks he's falling for you. He's not going to let anybody get in his way.
--------------------------------------------------------
All the guest had made it to the party by now, it was insanely crowded. Luckily you've stuck by Loki's side and he's stuck by yours since you walked back in. He knows these things can be kind of overwhelming for you sometimes.
You lost Stephen in the crowd and, to be honest, you weren't really mad about it. You've been having a great time with Loki.
"Let's go dance!" You yelled over the music.
Loki happily obliged and grabbed your hand, leading you to the dance floor. It was nice because it was a little less crowded in this area anyways. Everybody was too busy drinking and catching up with each other to be dancing.
Before you could even start dancing Loki handed you something that looked like alcohol, Asgardian alcohol? WORDDDDD. You thought without questioning him.
"Be careful with that, just take a small sip it's very strong." Loki instructed.
You took a reasonable sip and went to take a second before he snatched it from your hands.
"I said one Y/n," Loki tried to remain serious with you until you started giggling, causing him to break out into laughter as well.
The song "Poison" by Bel Biv Devoe, began playing and more people joined you and Loki on the dance floor. You turned around so your back was against Loki's chest, his hands fell low to your hips, and you two continued dancing like that without a care in the world for a few more songs.
Stephen was fuming, man he could not wait to tear into you. Why would you do this to him? He thought you guys had something going on. He continued to watch the two of you until he saw you move your hips against Loki.
Stephen slammed his martini down and began making his way to you. He watched your smile drop as you noticed he was marching up to you.
"That's enough," Stephen said as he reached for your wrist.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Loki asked defensively.
"It's absolutely none of your concern. Asshole," Stephen hissed.
"What do you want Stephen?" You slurred your words slightly.
"I need to talk to you," He said annoyed.
"Well, why can't you just say it here?" Loki interrupted.
"I said, it was none of your fucking business." Stephen seethed out.
At this point all three of you had half the parties attention and things were only getting louder.
"Speak to me like that again and see where it gets you Strange," Loki moved to stand in front of you.
"Yeah ok bud," Stephen replied, right before dropping him through a portal to who knows where.
"STEPHEN?? WHAT THE FUCK." You yelled.
Tony immediately came running over, along with Thor, Cap, Buck, and Sam.
"What the fuck are you doing Strange?" Tony spat out.
"I'm trying to have a civil conversation with your sister," Stephen said dryly.
"Where is Loki?" Thor asked stepping up to Stephen.
"Are you alright Y/n?" Sam asked you
"What are you up to Doctor?" Cap questioned Stephen.
"I'll kill him Y/n just say the word," Buck exclaimed.
"Can you guys just calm the fuck down? He's fine, He's in the mirror dimension because he was getting in my way. Now, I can send all of you there as well if you'd like," Stephen deadpanned.
"Maybe you should use that big brain of yours and think about why she doesn't want to speak to your sorry ass," Tony said while getting in Stephens face.
"Both of you cut the shit. Stephen, come with me." You ordered him.
Stephen immediately stopped what he was doing and followed you to the corner of the room.
"Okay please do enlighten me on what the fuck just happened," Stephen asked impatiently.
"What? Me dancing with Loki? Or the fact that you sent him to the mirror dimension? Or the fact that you caused a fucking scene?" You seethed. "You're not mine. In fact, you made that quite obvious yesterday while you were enjoying coffee with your fucking ex. I do not belong to you, I owe you not a single ounce of loyalty." You finished.
Stephen looked mortified. How did you know about that for one, and for two, It was nothing more than two friends catching up. Stephen has accepted he can't have Christine and he doesn't even want her anymore. He wants you. But it seems he might have fucked up pretty badly.
"Y/n please, listen to what I have to say," Stephen practically begged you.
"You've got five minutes Strange," You said dryly.
"I-I know what it looks like, okay? And I don't blame you for assuming it was something more, but... it wasn't. You don't have to believe me on this but I asked her to meet me there so we could talk about you.." He trailed off, refusing to make eye contact.
"What?" You questioned eagerly.
"I uh, I needed advice, because I was um thinking about making things official between us.." Stephen explained solemnly.
You didn't know what to say. You felt like the biggest idiot, AND, the biggest asshole. EVER. Your brain felt like it stopped working, the party conversation faded away and all you could hear was the music.
"Everybody Talks", Neon Trees.
It started with a whisper,
"I'm sorry," You whispered softly.
Tears began to swell up and threatened to spill over. Stephen looked up at you and his heart shattered at seeing you this worked up.
"It might be a crazy request but, would you still be interested in being mine?" You said even quieter this time. Stephen still caught it though.
And that was when I kissed her.
Stephen cupped your cheeks and leaned in to capture your lips in the most reassuring kiss. You moved up on your tiptoes while wrapping your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. Stephens hand fell dangerously close to your ass, but you pulled away.
"Tony with bury you alive if you get too touchy, help me out and try to stay out of conflict for the rest of the night." You reasoned.
"I was thinking about ditching this place anyways, only if your willing to join me of course." He flirted.
"Sounds tempting," You teased back.
"Just say yes," Stephen said sarcastically.
"Sir, yes sir," You stated while stepping back and saluting him as if he was a drill sergeant.
"Oh cut it out you smartass," Stephen said before opening a portal and throwing you over his shoulder.
Lets just say, you had a very... long night.
Stephen had tugged you close to him, his arms around your waist, drawing absent minded shapes on your back.
"Stephen, I dunno why but... I feel like we forgot something. Like something important. I can't figure out what it is though, and it's driving me crazy.." You mumbled into his chest.
"Hmm.." Stephen took a moment to think.
Suddenly you both shot up right and gasped.
"LOKI," You both shouted at each other.
OKAYYYYY so I wrote this a WHILE ago and I felt like it was a mess so I never posted it. BUTTT I tried to make a few revisions without changing the whole story line so I hope you enjoy! Please if you have ideas don’t be afraid to request them, or leave some constructive criticism for me! Id really appreciate feedback so I can improve my weaknesses as a writer.
#stephen strange#dr strange#dr strange x y/n#dr strange x reader#dr strange smut#dr strange fluff#stephen strange x y/n#marvel#stephen strange smut
145 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
jragmusic
J Rag®
wabotubowe
Untitled
ranbir-sing
Untitled
svrpcntined
* 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖓𝖎𝖆𝖈 !
denndrawings
patron saint of the kaiju