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October 11: Sensory Deprivation (Stephen Strange) 💙
Warning: 18+ readers only, Sensory Deprivation, Doctor kink, master kink, blowjob, ball gag, orgasm denial, restraints, blindfold, vibrator
Copyright: I do not own Doctor Strange (although he definitely owns me) or any other mentioned Marvel/MCU characters. I also do not condone any copying of this post.
You had almost gotten yourself killed on a mission. Stephen had gone through all the natural stages of being a lover at this point. Worried sick, then relief, and then absolute fury.
Stephen rarely got angry with you. Others got him riled up easily, but not you. In fact, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, you were the one that calmed him down. But in that one percent left, when he got angry with you, if often led to sex. Torturous, pleasurable sex.
At least, that's what it usually was. But now, he had left you, for what felt like years, tied to the bed with a blindfold over your eyes.
You were completely naked, senses cut off except for the feel of smooth, almost warm metal around your wrists and ankles, and the soft feather sheets underneath you. You could also feel the cotton blindfold over your eyes, the strings just across your ears.
"Don't make a sound." He had said before leaving, "I'll be back in a few."
Few what? Minutes? Certainly not. You had counted up to five minutes several times by now. Hours? Possibly. Weeks? It was starting to feel like it.
No, it was probably hours. You hadn't gotten hungry yet.
But you were starting to feel frustrated. Was this seriously your punishment for getting shot on that mission? He was just going to tie you up and leave you there for a few hours? This was no where near fun.
After a year (Three hours and twenty-four minutes), you heard the door open. The person made no sound and you sincerely hoped it wasn't Wong or Bucky or Bruce or any of the other possible Avengers that might walk into the room.
But the person made not a noise, and you had no idea who they were. You could barely hear them breathing.
The tension was increasing in your spine until you felt a single finger start to trace lines from the base of your throat, down to your navel, and back up. You let out a shuddering breath. It had to be Stephen, right?
One finger became two full hands, running them over your body. You were starting to get turned on, and you realized now exactly what your punishment was.
Sensory Deprivation.
You couldn't see him, couldn't predict his next move. Well, actually, you could. You knew he wasn't going to be touching you anywhere you wanted until you begged. And you were very close to begging.
Your bottom lip trembled a little in want before suddenly, lithe fingers pinched your nipples, pulling them.
You let out your first sound, a yelp, arching your back. Finally, you heard that quiet chuckle and your questions were answered. It was indeed Stephen.
"S-Stephen."
"Mm, no, I don't think so." Stephen said. "You have been a bad little girl, haven't you? Almost killing yourself on that mission. I was worried sick. No, you don't get to call me by my name now. You're either going to call me Doctor or Master."
You whimpered as he slapped you clit. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, just sting, and it turned you on immensely, arousal pooling between your legs and he chuckled darkly.
Your body was tingling with nerves, goosebumps breaking out everywhere from the sudden touch. You could feel every spot he had touched and caressed, although stung by fire, especially your breasts, itching for his touch.
"Doctor please." You mumbled. "Please, I've waited so long."
"I've waited longer." He growled. "So you're just going to have to suffer."
Now you realized why Stephen had refused to have sex with you. You had figured he just didn't want to reopen the stitches or something. Now, you knew it was because he knew exactly how he wanted to punish you. And now you were needy and desperate. Exactly the way he wanted you.
Stephen pinched your clit between his fingers, making you squeal. He chuckled again. He was being so cruel and yet, you were loving it for some reason.
His finger rubbed your clit slowly and unevenly. You were panting, desperate for something more. Anything more.
"Doctor please. I need more. Please."
One finger spreading your folds. He blew cold breath on your core, making you shiver. He pulled away again before you felt weight settle on your chest. You could sense his knees on the sides of your face.
"Open up." He growled.
You opened obediently and felt his length go down your throat. You closed you eyes, although really it didn't matter.
Your tongue wrapped around him, sucking him off. You ran your tongue up and down his length, feeling the thickness and pulsing veins. You could taste salt and you sucked hard when you got closer to the tip, causing Stephen to hiss.
You went back down on his length the best you could, before dragging your teeth lightly over a sensitive spot. Stephen hissed again and he leaned forward on your chest. His fingers thumbed your nipples again and you sucked on him harder, desperate to please.
Then he moved his hands away and the only thing you felt was a burn in the back of your throat as he bucked his hips into you with a groan. You could almost picture him with his head thrown back, galaxy-coloured eyes closed.
You felt him twitching and you worked to the max to get him to release, which he did, and you swallowed. Once he pulled slowly from his lips, you waited for him to say something, swallowing over and over to get it out of your throat.
"S-Stephen?" You asked quietly. It was so quiet, you couldn't even hear him breathe. You hadn't heard him leave the room either through door or portal, but you couldn't remember if the window was open and the cape could've taken him out.
And then suddenly, there was a huge electrical shock that went straight to your clit. He had fucking snuck up on you, putting a vibrator to your clit.
As quickly as it came, it was pulled away. Your legs seemed to spasm uncontrollably for a few seconds, trying to understand what had just happened when you couldn't see it.
"You're not going on anymore missions." Stephen's voice was dark and you could just barely make out the fact that he was walking around the bed.
"Bu-"
"No." He growled. "Not after that Y/N. Do you understand? I'm not going through that again. You're going to suffer this punishment, and then I'm going to take all of my anger out on you. And then, you're never going on another mission, ever again, unless its a simple one. There will be no arguments and limited complaints."
You stayed silent, feeling frustrated. It wasn't that bad! Sure, you'd been close to death, but you'd recovered, hadn't you?
Another seemingly electric jolt made your entire body jerk on the bed, also effectively jerking you out of your thoughts.
"Stephen, I don't think that's fair. We should talk abou-"
"How would you like it, if I was the one in the hospital, and I decided I was still going to go on missions?" His voice was dangerously low and you heard a drawer being opened somewhere. "What if the next mission is your last one? You dodged death once, do you really need to test it again?"
"B-" When you opened your mouth, he took the advantage and you felt something large and rubber forced between your teeth, strapping it together behind your head.
He was playing dirty.
Stephen was quiet again, and then you felt something light and soft- a feather?- dithering lightly up your body. It tickled mostly, crawling up your thighs, dipping into your belly button, it traveled up your stomach, circling both breasts before lightly brushing over your pert nipples, it traced up into your neck and he even brought it up across your chin and circled your nose with it, making it itch. You scrunched your nose in protest- as you couldn't scratch it.
And then the feather was gone. And then it was back, traveling back down towards your belly button, across your thigh, and then dithered towards your folds, brushing your clit so lightly it was. . . well like a feather.
You frustration was mounting. You couldn't see anything, you could barely hear, even though cutting off your sight should've increased your hearing. You just wanted to be fucked. And then you realized it would mean you'd have to give in to his demands.
The feather was gone again and Stephen was silent. You knew he hadn't left, because of his even breathing. But there was no touching and it felt like your entire body was on fire. Every place that the feather had touched begged to either be touched again with a firmer touch or be itched.
"Stephen please!" You begged, writhing on the sheets to the best of your ability, the chains around your wrists and ankles holding you tight and fast.
He made a tsking sound in the back of his throat, but didn't acknowledge you anymore.
You paused, thinking over everything he had said and then you said, "Doctor, please, I need you!"
"Oh?" Stephen's voice was light and dark at the same time. "You need me, do you? Did it ever occur to you that maybe I need you too?"
Your neediness was starting to get to you. You writhed desperately on the beds. "Okay, fine! I won't go on anymore missions master."
You heard wood creak and you knew he'd been sitting down. His large hand cupped your face, startling you for a moment. "Promise?"
"Promise doctor. Please? Need you!"
You could always argue in your favor later when you weren't at a disadvantage. Of course. . . you had also just promised and Stephen hated broken promises. Maybe you should've thought it over more before you agreed so rashly. Damn your horniness!
There was a sudden electric pulse running through your body, legs shaking as he put the vibrator on you once more. This time, he held it there, his other hand playing with the flesh of your mounds. "That's it kitten." He whispered. "Fucking cum for me. I'm going to make you cum over and over again now and I'm going to show your tight, precious little cunt who owns her."
You couldn't even think of a witty response before you were shattering apart, walls clenching down on nothing but air as you came.
He owned you, oh yes he did.
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On my way to regulate the #upsidedown BRB. Any questions? Thank you @liftfloats for 7 years of bliss. #strangerthings #float #flaotationtherapy #sensorydeprivation #sensorydeprovationtank #11 #eleven #weallfloatdownhere #menthealth #wellness #selfcare #vecna (at Lift / Next Level Floats) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgYXgyKsoRz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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This is how I feel right now in my hospital bed. Just listening to the beeps and boops of my monitor in the dark. I'm not used to "relaxing" this much... Hopefully, I'll get discharged today or tomorrow. For those curious/concerned: Thankfully/Gratefully, I'm feeling a hell of a lot better now than when I checked into the ER. This is an old #Frank piece from 2020! ♥️♥️♥️ #TheIlluminationOfJimWoodring @jimwoodringcartoonist #Documentary #JimWoodring #JimWoodringFrank #JeauxJanovsky #JeauxJ #JeauxJanovskyArt #ComicArt #ReadMoreComics #Comics #Comix #Fantagraphics #FantagraphicsBooks #DigitalArt #ProcreateArt #Procreate #ApplePencil #iPadPro #Weird #Weirdo #Psychedelic #FloatTherapy #FlotationTherapy #SensoryDeprivation #IsolationTank #FlotationTank #RestrictedEnvironmentalStimulationTherapy #REST #ReducedEnviromentalStimulusTherapy
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had to put down the crack pipe aka the iced cawfeeeuh to congratulate my sutdent Lochikn for holding his cap when discussing spoiling your babe #realmendon'tcheat #munch? #ianhungrybeyotch #mannnymannnyouputmethrough tests as in my least fav things in the whole world all the way down to the coffee by force #sensorydeprivation #zestudentbeCAme the master huh huhuhu thats what it hought nanananaannannan beyotch
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"The Weirdest Dating TV Shows: A Fun Look at the Most Bizarre Concepts Ever Aired" #DatingTVShows #WeirdestConcepts #Entertainment #Innovation #TelevisionIndustry #TheBachelor #CelebsGoDating #LoveIsland #NakedAttraction #RealityTV #SensoryDeprivation #BlindfoldDating #CelebrityLove #AttractiveSingles #Cringeworthy #Exploitative #FunAndEntertaining.
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The TVLine article provides a lighthearted look…
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Sept. 19, 1962 - A French cave explorer, still weakened by two months of underground isolation from which he was carried Monday, was able to speak today about his painful ordeal. The explorer, Michel Siffre, 23, who is confined to a hospital in Paris, said: “I would never be able to believe that my legs could be so weak.” He went into a cave in the French Alps on July 16, a bright summer’s day. The purpose was to test his reactions. For two months, he lived in near-freezing darkness relieved only by the pale light of several flashlights. He had no watch. One of the most interesting aspects of his experience, he said, is how completely he lost track of time. He believed that he had two or three weeks to go when he was told that his two months underground were over. “The humidity was 100%,” he said, “and the temperature was just above the freezing mark. My feet were in water all of the time. My clothes, the tent, my sleeping bag were always damp. At the beginning, I heated the tent. But each time I left the tent, the cold was so painful that I soon gave up the idea altogether.” Mr. Siffre said he had decided to undergo his experience after reading of experiments in isolation in air-raid shelters and in the training of astronauts.
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This has been occuring naturally for me since i was a child without me even being aware of it. Never knew "shower meditation" was a thing until now however over the years I've put into perspective the way hot showers/baths/being in water provides that sanctuary space for me which is why i love hot showers and steam rooms so much and have the relationship that i do with them. It makes perfect sense. They've been a space for me to deal with depression, stress, anxiety and whatever else is troubling me. An amazing healing tool.
For those who know me personally know i can spend an eternity in the shower 😆
A way to recharge, be vulnerable, transparent, think, feel safe, process, let go, NOT THINK, decompress, heal, feel everything and nothing at all with just a stream of thoughts.
I think sensory deprivation plays a role as well. It brings a certain level of focus. Slows down my thoughts and breathing which leads me to tapping into my magic/zone/creativity/mojo when my intention is to create. 🌌
#thoughts#shower meditation#meditation#Water#SensoryDeprivation#Recharge#Stress#Anxiety#Depression#Sadness#Regret#Anger#Healing#Process#Magic#Creativity
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Michelle and Peaches are listening to Brian Eno in The Podchair. #okc #podchair #sensorydeprivation #okcartist https://www.instagram.com/p/CL8Itwehgvy/?igshid=wxtow04sivre
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Veneris Ink 2020: Sensory deprivation
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hey! Do you have any fics in which lwj gets hurt n wwx gets angry/ goes off at whoever hurt him? pls pls n thank u !
Hey anon, thanks for the request.
We found one that fits the rage WWX feels over LWJ getting hurt that you were looking for (though it’s not a new kind of hurt and it’s mostly theoretical). It’s “you can’t ever tell me (I will burn this whole world down)” by ThirtySixSaveFiles:
Also check out “shadows in the sun rise” by Yuu_chi if you’re looking for a distressed, helpless WWX. LWJ is slowly loosing all his senses in this one:
We’ll add #angry!wwx #hurt!lwj (and wise versa) and #protectivehusbands to the tags as well. #angst will also be a good tag to look out for in the future.
Maybe our followers can rec more angry/protective Wei Wuxian? Please comment with your own recs or send suggestions.
#request#angry!wwx#protectivehusbands#angst#hurt!lwj#scars#curse#blind#deaf#sensorydeprivation#complete#theuntamed#mdzs
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Happy #newyear #thefloatlounge is open to start your year off right! #floattank #floating #floats #float #sensorydeprivation #healing #holistic #lagunabeach #laguna #orangecounty #beach #mind #body #soul #celebration #photo #photography @trystane (at The Float Lounge) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6x_YX0FKfe/?igshid=kvuv1ns6d7b1
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