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just-a-strange-boy · 9 months

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a helping hand

part one

part two here

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

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader (GN)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So had he though.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everyone needed someone. Even him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Awkward.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Maybe it will help you unwind and relax?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay?", you asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He deserved it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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havensins · 1 year

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Can I request a Stephen strange pwp, like he’s been super sarcastic and bratty all day so you just teach him a lesson and fuck the brat out of him til he’s begging and crying

stephen strange x dom!m!reader

cw . soft dom! reader, bratty!stephen, teasing, edging, crying, begging.

note . hi :))) this request is so old omg, im sorry for my absence once again & i hope you enjoy! as always, not proofread :)!

you had stephen pushed against one of the walls in his bedroom. his eyes screwed shut as your hand worked his needy cock. you looked into him with mocked pity, using your non-dominant hand to caress his cheek.

this was your third time edging him, he’d been moaning out expletives and continuing his bratty act since you’d began, although you knew you were close to breaking him.

“what’s the matter my love?” you asked, words as smooth as honey; contrasting your harsh movements. “fuck off.” he mutters slowly, pushing his hips up into your hand to try an match your rhythm.

leaning close to him, a dark smile graces your lips. “sweetheart i’d suggest you try to apologize. after all i am the one who decides if you get to cum by the end of this.” you murmur, and you can hear his breathing hitch.

stephen had been strung thin the entire week; stressing and putting his body into overdrive in an effort to figure out a way to defeat the newest big bad™ and running himself taut.

normally, he didn’t let things like that get to him, seeing as he was one of the most experienced sorcerers. however, this one seemed to leave him stumped and as a result, he took his frustrations out on the people around him.

and, in hindsight, stephen truly should’ve known that acting this way with you of all people wouldn’t get him anywhere. he’d expected you to just give in, to touch him in the way he craved and truly allow him to unwind.

it was exactly how he’d gotten himself into this little predicament, body aching as his needy cock leaked in your hand. tears were steadily streaming down his cheeks and his resolve was melting by the minute. his brain was going all numb and fuzzy in the way he’d needed.

“i’m..” he gasps, hips twitching. you looked at him expectantly, pumping him faster. “i’m sorry! i-i’m sorry- just… please,” he moans, breathing harshly and meeting your eyes. “that wasn’t so hard, was it baby?” you asked, leaning forward to kiss him softly, sealing all of his pretty little noises.

“go ahead, love, cum.” you pull away and grant him permission, and his breath halts. he whines, a broken noise in the back of his throat and before you know it, he’s cumming and making a mess of your fingers. “there you go, sweet thing, let it all out,” you murmur, talking him through it.

“c’mon, bub, let’s get you cleaned up,” you tell him softly, and he only nods and smiles dazedly at your words.

during your more extensive parts of aftercare, you’d have to have a conversation about how he handles his stress from now on.. but that could wait. for now, you were focused on making sure he was okay after exerting himself so much.

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supercap2319 · 5 months

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

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

"And what did Underoos do?"

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

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

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

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gh0stlygen0 · 2 years

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Marvel Characters reactions to asking if they'd still love you if you were a worm

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Warnings: None!

Characters featured: Tony, Steve, Bruce, Thor, Loki, Natasha, Clint, Scott, Stephen, Peter, T'Challa, Vision, Wanda, Sam, Bucky

Genre: Comedy

Reader's Gender: Male aligned

Reader's Age: Not specified!

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Tony: "A worm? Ew no, I would step on you and watch you squirm under my shoe for fun and leave you to burn on the concrete."

Steve: "A worm?... As in the bug?.. Why would you be a worm?.."

Bruce: "What kinda question is that?"

Thor: "Loki is a two faced snake and I still hold him dear to my heart, of course I would love you if you were turned into a worm!"

Loki: ".... Pardon?.."

Natasha: *starts laughing at how fucking stupid the question is and doesn't answer after laughing for a straight 5 minutes, walking away while shaking her head and giving you a few pats on your shoulder before leaving, still laughing*

Clint: "No."

Scott: "Oh my god a worm?! Of course I would!! We can be Ant-Man and Worm-guy! Most kickass duo on the block."

Stephen: "I draw the line at bugs, I'll pass.."

Peter: "A worm? I mean..."

*thinks about it for a second*

"I guess so? You'd still be you, just- really small, and pink... And squishy and slimy... And- I'll stop, sorry."

T'Challa: "... Are you feeling alright? Have you eaten today? Did you get enough sleep?.."

Vision: "I'm not quite sure I understand what you're trying to ask. Why are you a worm?"

Wanda: *small laugh*

"Of course. I'd be right behind you turning into a worm as well. We can be happy worms together."

Sam: *stares at you with a blank face*

"Is that a serious question."

Bucky: *silence for a few seconds as he furrows his brows*

"... Huh?"

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hungryforpowernotfood · 5 months

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Thunderstorms

Summary: Stephen gets a panic attack during a thunderstorm.

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

Pairing: Stephen Strange x gender neutral reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stephen? What’s wrong?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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squippy360 · 2 years

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.. could i possibly request stephen strange x femboy reader with bondage and degrading you can definetly add more kinks if you want the only one i wouldnt want is breeding. have a lovely day<3

Dom!Stephen Strange x Femboy!Male Reader

Cw:(smut, portal fingering, condom sex, fluff to smut to fluff, lil secret)

You were currently drying off after a relaxing bath while on a phone call with your best friend, Peter. You were in a deep conversation about random shows and just couldn't find the heart to hang up.

"That still doesn't answer the question of how Haku is going to be free. Chihiro said that there were houses built over the river!" I argued. "But he knows his name now! So he can escape just like Chihiro!" Peter said, exasperated. "BUT HOW IS HE GOING TO LEAVE HE'S NOT A HUMAN!!!" I yelled. "I DON'T KNOW HE'LL FIND A WAY!!!" Peter yelled back. "HE'S NOT A HUMAN!" I yelled back.

Silence.

We sat in silence for a bit before bursting out laughing. I clutched my tummy as I weakly pulled my shirt over my body. "W-We have to stop this…!" I fake cried out and that made us laugh harder. We fell to the floor and curled up. "Same brain cell energy." Peter guggled. We calmed down for a bit and I looked over at my buzzing phone to see Stephen was calling. "I gotta go-" we both said at the same time. "Same brain cell." We agreed and hung up.

"Hey Stephen." I said with a smile. "Hello, Darling~ How are you doing?" He said through a wall portal. "Hello, Love~ I'm doing pretty good!" I said with a big smile. He smiled as his eyes wandered down. He bit his lip as his eyes met mine. I blushed and covered myself with my shirt. "S-Stop staring…" I stuttered and looked down. "Oh, Darling…even with your shirt blocking my precious view, you're still breathtaking." He breathed out. I gasped and clutched the counter when he opened a small portal and stuck 2 wet fingers inside of me. "O-Oh…~" I whimpered. "You are so soft and loose. Were you playing with yourself?" He purred. I moaned and nodded.

"Hmm…" He smirked and pulled his fingers out. He looked over as I saw him open the portal wider and Stephen stepped through. "Bed. Now." He demanded. I nodded and quickly took my clothes and rushed to the bedroom. I took off my shirt and covered my body with the blanket when he walked in. His cloak jumped off his body and dived under the blankets. I gasped when it curled around my upper body so I couldn't move my arms. It also wrapped around my mouth so I couldn't talk. I let out a muffled yelp. Stephen smirked and pulled the blankets off of me. "So pretty for me~" He whispered. I shivered and looked up at him with puppy eyes, spreading my legs and whimpering.

"So pretty~" He growled and slowly peeled off his clothes. I shifted impatiently and whined. "I know, My love. I know how much you missed me, Darling~" He whispered passionately. He reached for the lube and quickly rolled a condom on. He spread some lube across my hole and set the bottle down. "Alright, here's your reward Darling." He smirked and slammed into me. I arched my back and screamed out into the cloak. I looked at him with needy and heated eyes. "Mm! Mm!" I cried out. "What? What me to fuck the living daylights out of you? Want me to fuck you until you can't cum without me?" He growled.

My begging was muffled but he knew what I wanted. He slowly moved in and out at first, searching and trying to aim for my good spot. I squirmed against the cloak but it didn't help. I kept pleading with him to go faster, but it didn't work. I threw my head back in frustrated pleasure but it soon changed when I felt him go deeper and hit that good spot. My legs immediately opened up more and I surrendered my body to him. He smirked and went faster, hitting that same spot over and over. I let out a high pitched moan and let some pleasure tears fall down my face, staining the cloak. "Fuck~ You're so perfect~ I wanna fill you up so good~ I love you and cherish you so much~ I need you so much, M/n~ Please be mine forever." He whimpered and leaned down. The cloak moved and he immediately kissed me. I whimpered and whined in the kiss.

His mouth was so soft and warm. He always tasted like tea and sweets. "God, I just love you so much…HAH!" I breathed out and moaned loudly when he started to just slam into my good spot. "Master!!! Harder!!!" I begged and sobbed loudly. He bit my collarbone, kissing it and leaving hickeys. My voice got louder and higher the closer I got to my climax. "OH I'M GOING TO CUM!!! PLEASE LET ME CUM!!!" I screamed. "Please Baby~ Make a mess of yourself~" He growled. I screamed out and arched my back and came on my tummy. I saw him shiver and he let out a groan and came inside the condom. The cloak finally let go and propped me up comfortably.

I nuzzled against the cloak as he pulled out. "You're so pretty~" He whispered and helped me clean up. "I have to get back to work but I'll stay here until you fall asleep." He whispered and brushed my hair out the way. "M'kay…" I replied and the cloak laid me down. We talked for a while before I fell asleep in his arms.

EXTRA:

Peter rushed into the room where everyone was. "I-I think M/n's in trouble!" He said, exasperated. "What do you mean?" They asked. "I heard him screaming that he's coming or something!" He said. Steve and Bruce blushed and looked away. Natasha, Bucky, Sam, Clint, Loki, Even Thor looked at him in shock. "Oh kid…" Tony mumbled. Sam and Bucky started giggling to themselves before bursting out laughing. Peter looked a bit embarrassed as Loki guided him to the couch. "There is no easy way to say this…" Loki mumbled as Peter started getting nervous.

Next up: uhhhhhhhhhhhhh darkdom!winter x male reader

#avengers x male reader #marvel x male reader #x male reader #male reader #marvel #marvel fic #stephen strange x male reader #stephen strange x reader #dr strange x male reader #dr strange x reader

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marksbear · 1 year

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Markkkkkk buddy heyyy could I request a Stephen Strange x Vampire!reader where the reader comes home from maybe a walk or a grocery trip and he’s just super sad and moody and so he just walks past Stephen and goes straight to their shared room and a little while later Stephen comes in with some tea to ask what’s wrong and the reader explains that he’s sad cause he realized that he’ll outlive Stephen and after a bit more back and forth Stephen suggests that the reader turns him so that they’ll be together forever and so he does 😋☝️

Great it's one of my least favorite mutuals. JK JK I'm only joking I love you and I hope you enjoy this @prismuffin!

STEPHEN STRANGE X VAMPIRE MALE READER

"Excuse me young man..."

A weak voice says to Y/n catching his attention. Y/n turns to the voice and a small smile slowly grows on Y/n's face.

It's an elderly couple looking at Y/n. "Yes?" Y/n says looking at the men. "Could we have that? You have the last one and my husband loves that brand. But he was a bit shy to ask."

Y/n eyes the item in his hand before handing it to the couple. "Of course y'all can have it." Y/n answers with a smile. "Oh thank you may god bless you son."

The elderly man takes it and hands it to his husband giving Y/n one more smile before heading off with his husband.

Y/n stands in the aisle in a train of thought. "Growing old together." Y/n says his words are slipping out while he thinks of Stephen. Y/n shakes his head before going back shopping.

After the vampire is done shopping he begins his walk home with way too much on his mind. Soon enough he begins to feel overwhelmed just by the thought of him staying young and Stephen being old and slowly dying.

Like the universe is playing games on the vampire he sees couples of all ages passing by him. Y/n stops when he hears someone say "I could never live without you."

Y/n covers his ears with a sigh picking up his pace walking home.

ONCE the vampire finally arrives home he feels like hes gonna collapse. Y/n puts the bags on the table fast before making his way to the bedroom ignoring his long-term boyfriend in the process.

The doctor watches his boyfriend go past him not even sparing him a glance. Stephen doesn't waste any time going to the kitchen and fixes tea for him and his boyfriend. Stephen goes to the fridge and gets a blood bag. When the tea is done Stephen pours some of the blood into Y/n's cup.

Stephen takes the bag back to where it belongs and picks up the tray of tea walking to the bedroom. The cloak opens the door for Stephen and flies back to Y/n's lap.

"Made you tea. Just the way you like it." Stephen says putting the tray on the edge of the bed getting in the bed next to Y/n. "What's wrong dear?" Stephen asks with full concern in his voice.

"I'm going to outlive you..."

Stephen stares at Y/n thinking before putting his hand on Y/n's head playing with his hair calming down Y/n a little. "Stephen we can't do any of the things that you mortals love. Like growing old together! or uhm- fuck... Like uhm going to see a sunset together and other human things." Y/n cracks with some tears falling out of his eyes.

"Y/n. You don't need to worry about doing those regular things. What me and you have right now is more perfect than seeing some dumb sunset."

"And technically we can grow old together just that your face and body won't show it unlike mine."

"What about death? You and me can't always be with one another. Eventually you're gonna die and i'm immortal. And I don't know if I can your death." Y/n asks quietly and is a bit shy to talk about this.

"You're scared of losing me?" The doctor asks getting a nod yes from his boyfriend. "So. Just turn me into a vampire." Stephen suggests like it was obvious. Y/n ponders for a bit looking at Stephen.

"We will be together forever. Better than marriage in my opinion if you ask me." "We can't even get married the government and almost everyone else thinks I'm dead." Y/n thinks a bit more before sitting up and stares at Stephen.

"Do you trust me?"

"Wouldn't be here if I didn't."

"You're such an ass Stephen." Y/n says back with a laugh not expecting anything else from his smart ass of a boyfriend.

Y/n kisses trails on Stephen's jaw going lower and kissing random spots on his boyfriends neck until he finds the vein. Y/n kisses the part and gives it a few licks.

"Y/n your turning me into a vampire not a---"

Stephen is cut off when Y/n's fangs dig deep inside his flesh. Stephen feels like pushing Y/n away, but like the cloak read his mind it wraps itself around Stephen holding him still. The doctor bites his lips trying to contain the noises of pain hes feeling.

Soon enough Stephen feels lifeless his body giving out laying its full weight on Y/n. Y/n pulls away looking at Stephens body before biting his own wrist ripping some skin off for blood to come out. The vampire moves his wrist Stephen's mouth.

Stephen immediately uses the strength he has left holding Y/n's arm still as he drinks the blood. Soon enough Stephen gets the strength back in his body and only some of his color back.

Y/n moves his arm away much to Stephens displeasure. "I know you're hungry. Lets go to the kitchen and give you a blood bag." Y/n has to carry Stephen to the kitchen putting him on the counter before he opens the fridge getting a blood bag to Stephen.

"I just remembered you're a doctor. More specifically a surgeon." Y/n says watching his boyfriend eat. "Maybe I should call you a baby bat." Y/n teases laughing when he imagines Stephen's first day back at the job now as a vampire.

"Can't wait to spend the rest every single day with you."

THE END

#stephen strange #doctor strange x male reader #doctor strange #x male reader #male reader #Stephen strange x male reader #doctor stephen strange #the bear club #marvel x male reader

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ace-of-gay · 1 year

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Its okay to be small

Doctor strange x little reader

1,158 words

Edited to the best of my ability

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

Pronouns: none

weight mentioned: none

No skin color or hair type mentioned

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

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

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

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

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

That is until today.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“S’that why you so nice right now?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

This felt entirely like a new possibility of happiness.

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

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

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beanxemily · 2 years

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Scarlet Witch/wizard from another universe!Reader: I don't need you.. to tell me who.. I am.

Strange: There's two of them?

Wanda: I surprised myself, Stephen

#female reader #male reader #gn reader #male.#gender neautral reader #female #incorrect mcu quotes #marvel #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #doctor stephen strange #dr strange #wanda marvel #wanda x reader #wanda my beloved #mommy wanda #scarlet witch #x reader

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st4rshang0ut · 2 years

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Wong: Don’t cast that spell.

Strange:Okay.

*ten minutes later*

Strange,on the phone: Wong, you’ll never guess what I did-

#mcu #mcu stephen strange #stephen strange #stephen x wong #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x male reader #wong x reader #avengers incorrect quotes #mcu incorrect quotes #marvel incorrect quotes #marvel #doctor strange #dr strange #dr strange x reader #dr strange x male reader #dr strange x wong #mcu wong

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just-a-strange-boy · 1 year

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riding high

find part one here

Initially you hadn't wanted to go to this silly gala with Stephen. After turning out it hasn't been such a bad idea to join him after all, you find yourself being rewarded greatly.

Pairing: Surgeon!Stephen Strange x Male Reader

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), rough sex, semi-public (kind of), unprotected, mentions of social anxiety

A/N: we follow stephen and you, his surgical assistant, figuring out the logistics of fucking in a lamborghini huracan (which is harder than you might think)

"Come to that gala with me", Strange requested, both of you fresh out of an unspectacular surgery, shedding the contaminated layers of hospital wear into the nearby laundry bin, in desperate need of slipping into a pair of new scrubs.

Today wasn't the first time he approached you about it.

He had been nagging you about this for a while now – ever since he had first received the invitation to said event weeks ago – and still wasn't letting it rest, even though you had repeatedly told him off, suggesting that he should just ask Christine instead of you. It wouldn't be an issue if he'd just take her. She'd probably even agree to it, because she was your mutual friend.

But Stephen wouldn't let it go, his stubbornness and persistence reaching heights you hadn't expected from him, unwavering in his relentless insistence, unable to accept your 'No', refusing to ask Christine or anyone that wasn't you.

He just wouldn't stop asking, relying on the same explanation every time: you were the only one he wanted to go with.

So there you were again, with the same dilemma and question between you as before.

Only because you denied his offer times and times again, didn't mean you did not want to go. You would have loved to go with the surgeon. It was flattering that he was inviting you along, that he did not want to choose anyone that wasn't you, that he was so insistent on it. It was Stephen's way of showing you that you were important to him, even if it was beginning to be a little obnoxious.

Though he was admittedly better at this whole dating thing than you would have thought.

Stephen was keen on having date nights, when you both could make the time, and even when your schedules were all over the place, obnoxiously full, he tried to shove in a moment for you, may it just be a trip to the vending machines of the ER late at night or going for a coffee in the cafeteria.

The few times you'd managed to go out together, Stephen was unafraid of displaying affection publicly, holding your hand every now and then. He didn't keep your status secretive, unashamed that he was dating a surgical assistant. Whenever staff members, relatives of patients or even patients themselves made advances on him, Stephen was making it clear he was unavailable.

On top of that, you were having amazing sex, at home and a little more often than allowed at the hospital. You were certain at least ten people from the staff had almost had the pleasure of walking in on you, while two of your closer colleagues most definitely had found you in promising positions. There hadn't been a complaint filed to the board yet and you wanted to keep it that way, but something was just so thrilling about abusing Stephen's office, the locker rooms or like that one time, the operating table itself.

But regardless of how unashamed both Stephen and you were admitting to your relationship status, regardless how much you would have liked to go with him, you kept denying the invitation for a very specific reason.

You were scared.

It was an entirely different thing to be seen with Doctor Stephen Strange in the public eye at an event of such importance. A proper gala, with important figures present, people that were either significant in the medical world or held high positions all around the country, people that earned a lot of money and spent their resources on expensive shit, more people on the same level as Stephen.

There would be reporters, cameras – and no doubt a shit-ton of people that would judge a renowned surgeon for not showing up with a pretty lady on his arm but with someone like you, who was in fact nothing like a pretty lady. Because you were ordinary, and on top of that a man.

You didn't even know why you cared about Stephen's reputation so much all of the sudden, but you were afraid of putting shame to his name, to his status, to his face.

"You know I can't go with you", you sighed, preparing to give him the usual response, "I know it's tomorrow night already and chances of getting someone else to join you now will be... relatively low, that's why I've told you to ask anyone but me. I know it's important for you to be there, but you cannot take me there as your date. It would be wrong for me to be there. As I have told you at least ten times."

“I don't understand why you don't wanna come", Stephen spoke, adding your name so softly like hearing it alone was enough to convince you, and he sounded a little more desperate than before. Still not giving up though. "It'll be nice. Come on. I'll owe you."

"Because, Stephen, they will probably just judge me for being there. I mean, showing up with you? Infamous, handsome, top neurosurgeon Stephen Strange. What did I do to possibly deserve being seen with you?", you responded with a huff, certain that everyone at that gala would just look upon you with a frown – you were neither a wealthy doctor nor a flashy person suited for the public eye, just a plain surgical assistant, someone who didn't fit in with the high society.

Of course, some of your fear stemmed from being gay too. You doubted most people even knew that Stephen Strange was bisexual, let alone that he was actively pursuing something with a younger man.

What if that would land in some trashy magazine? You would rather not turn into a hot topic for a newspaper article, and sure as hell did not want to be the reason for outing Stephen publicly.

"Who cares about what they think? I want you there and that's good enough", the doctor spoke, the look on his face oddly soft, taking a closer step to you as he noticed your self-consciousness gnawing on you, "We'll drive there, exchange some pleasantries, listen to the speeches. I'll give my speech, we'll have dinner, then some people will probably introduce their research projects, and the rest will be social mingling, which is however optional. We can leave at any point by then."

"What if you'll be... what if people will talk about you negatively? Me being there with you? I'm not exactly some pretty girl to show off", you asked, wanting to avoid having this conversation, especially now that Stephen was being even more stubborn, most certainly as you were noticing you were closer to giving in.

The only saving grace was that you would have to get going in a bit to prepare the room and tools for the next surgery.

"Don't tell me you've started caring about my reputation now", Stephen scoffed, grabbing you by the waist to pull you in, placing a soft kiss to your forehead, "It doesn't matter, idiot. I want you there and I can come with whoever I fucking want. I don't care what anyone else thinks. I'll be happy to show you off, because I bet you look great in a suit and I can count myself lucky for being accompanied by someone who truly sees me for me.”

"Great, you're making me all soft again", you sighed, clearly affected by the sweet words Stephen was feeding him right now, leaning into his embrace to lay your head against his shoulder, "Even if I'm gonna go with you, how am I even supposed to get a suit until tomorrow?"

"Does that mean you'll come?", Stephen murmured, pressing his face into your hair. You couldn't ignore the sudden glee radiating from him at your last comment and felt him relax his hold around you.

"Yeah, fine. I'll join you", you agreed hesitantly, holding onto the man for a moment longer. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad as long as Stephen was with you. It was assuring to know he didn't mind showing you off, didn't mind being seen with another man, didn't care so much about others opinions. Nothing else seemed to matter, if it just meant he could be there with you.

He'd been holding onto this request for so long now and had never stopped trying (mostly also because his ego wouldn't accept defeat), that you figured you could do him the favor. You were interested in going with him after all and even though there were things you were worried about, Stephen at your side would give you the assurance and comfort you needed.

"Then let me worry about getting you a suit", the doctor assured you.

Once he parted from you, you saw the broad smile on Stephen's face and decided it had been a good decision to agree after all.

It will be fine, was the mantra you kept repeating inside of your head.

Usually you would have felt insecure about showing up anywhere in a suit, an expensive one at that (it really had cost a fortune, even though not specifically tailored to your body), but Stephen had made it his personal mission to point out how handsome you looked ever since seeing you in it for the first time.

You almost dared to believe him.

Though Christine had said so too while she had helped you getting ready for the big occasion, like the good friend she was. Initially, she had been surprised by your sudden change of heart, now that you had agreed to join Stephen as a plus one to the gala after refusing him again and again. But then she had just expressed how genuinely happy she was about you jumping over your own shadow, a certain excitement sticking to her.

You honestly weren't sure who she was truly happier for. You, for having stepped out of your shell and decided to go with the surgeon? Or for Stephen, being able to go with the one person he had wanted to join him from the very beginning?

Or perhaps she was just happy for herself, not having to endure both of her insufferable friends talking about this subject anymore.

Maybe she'd been right too. Everything would be fine.

So far, it was – you looked quite presentable in your suit and were just now casually chatting with Stephen as the man sped over the highway leading upstate.

Yet there was this tiny bit of anxiety you couldn't seem to get rid of, probably feeling a lot more nervous than the surgeon, which made him feel ridiculous all the same.

Stephen would have had a far better reason for being nervous (though not seeming fazed in the slightest), since he was supposed to give a speech this evening – all you had to do was smile, be a supportive partner, and not crumble under the amount of skeptical looks crossing your way. Oh, and maybe not embarrass yourself or him publicly.

"It will be fine", Stephen tried to reassure you once more, noticing you nervously shifting in your seat, and placed his right hand on your thigh, eyes fixed on the road. He was trying to keep you grounded with his touch, knowing that while you had nerves of steel in the OR, you could get a bit anxious outside of work for the most ridiculous reasons. "You know I will read anyone to filth who dares to speak a wrong word or shares a dirty look."

"Oh, aren't you just my knight in shining armor", you spoke, attempting to make a joke in order to seem a little more careless about the situation, though you couldn't play your own nervousness down entirely. You couldn't fool him at least.

Stephen kept his hand placed on your thigh, gently caressing it for a moment, and decelerated the car, driving a little slower than he had probably been planning to, allowing the two of you a bit more time in the safe space of the car.

You were still busy trying to convince yourself that it would be fine as Stephen pulled into the parking lot of the convention center.

The sheer amount of cars already present, but especially the flock of people waiting upfront at the entrance, made you want to turn back home immediately. There was a part of you that was wanting to lock yourself inside of the car and wait out the event.

But you didn't dare to disappoint him now, you wanted to do this for him, and let yourself be helped out of the car by him, instead of bolting the doors shut when you good. Stephen offered you his arm like a true gentleman, giving you another assuring and gentle smile. Not flashy, like he would no doubt give the cameras later. Genuine. Sweet. The type that meant to say Don't worry, I got you.

The anxiety followed you all the way towards the entrance, where the two of you merged with other groups of people waiting to get inside, meaning the first few were going to catch a look and pictures were going to be taken and...

It honestly was a mystery to you how Stephen's presence alone enabled you to stay sane enough to go through all of it without freaking out entirely, but it did.

If people talked, they luckily did so out of earshot. If they looked funnily at you, you didn't really notice, because instead of nervously looking around, you tried to keep your gaze fixed on Stephen. If they were judging your person, they were going to do so anyways and he had been right to tell you that it was something that simply shouldn't concern you.

Stephen wanted you here and was more than proud to show you off.

It all went over smoother than you had expected and you began warming up to the situation, once inside. Stephen went on to introduced you – as his partner, no less – to some important people here, people he was more or less acquainted with, people he had worked or collaborated with. They seemed ecstatic he had showed up and even more so curious who he had brought with him.

The most of them took well to you, seemingly not all too biased when it came to your person, and even though there were strange looks once in a while, the majority of people you talked to were delighted about the fact that the OR wasn't only a place to save lives but apparently also served as a place to get to know your potential partners.

There was not one disapproving word spoken to you.

You had been seated at a table with rather nice guests and listening to the speeches, covering a wide expense of medical subjects that even you found pretty interesting, kept your mind busy for the most part, blowing the anxiety away altogether.

Only struck by nervousness again when it was Stephen's time to get on stage, more so because you were nervous for him, soon the irking feeling of discomfort was replaced by something else, something far better.

You found yourself immensely proud, once Stephen got up to do his part. How enamored you were with him, making his way through the crowd, his graceful movements, looking so damn handsome in his suit, the light hitting him just right. How exhilarated you were, knowing he had been so keen on having you here, because your support was meaningful to him.

There was no need to be nervous for him. You shouldn't have been surprised by the way he dominated the stage – Stephen had guts and he loved to talk (about himself as much as neurosurgery, no doubt) and didn't seem intimidated by the mass of people at all. He landed a well-rehearsed speech with an impressive amount of applause, looking all relieved, and more so pleased with himself, once returning to the table.

"You were great", you commended him, beaming at him with a smile.

"Thank you for being here with me", Stephen just said after sitting down, leaning over for a quick kiss, "Really. I mean it."

And you were more than lucky to hear that. Had you known your presence was going to be so impacting, that it would be as calm and nice at this, that all your worries had been misplaced (though not unjustified), maybe you were wrong to deny his request in the first place.

Perhaps you could even get used to a life like this, showing up with Doctor Stephen Strange to all kinds of events, because you were proud to be with him as much as he was happy to have you by his side.

Dinner was a fairly pleasant occasion too, a distraction preventing you to fawn and moon over Stephen all evening long – though honestly, who could have blamed you? You chatted quite a bit with your table neighbors as Stephen kept inviting you back into the conversation, not wanting you to feel left out, although you would have not minded to not participate.

While Stephen didn't drink anything alcoholic (the complimentary glass of champagne didn't really count), you weren't so abstinent, having been offered generous amounts of alcohol during the duration of the evening, downing at least three glasses of wine and a cocktail before deciding to stop when you felt yourself positively buzzed.

You were warm, almost getting a little too heated, not just thanks to the alcoholic beverages, but due to Stephen's hand managing to find your thigh under the table, squeezing it lightly, possibly meant as an innocent reassurance that he was still here and it was still alright. Though you definitely couldn't ignore the fact something else entirely was awakened within you as his touch burned into your leg.

Needless to say, by the time doctors and medical students from all over the country started to introduce their research projects on stage, you were more than a little turned on, downright horny. It was harder and harder for you to keep listening with a mindful ear, while Stephen for his part was enjoying himself and seemed interested, though his hand was being busy otherwise.

Your eyes glanced more often over to him than to the stage, your mind focusing more on the touch than on the content that was presented. While it might have been interesting and worth listening to, all that you were concerned about was to keep yourself contained and not lose any composure.

As much as feeling each other up in public spaces, just for the sake of it being considered forbidden, gave you a thrill, it was okay when Stephen did so at the hospital, but not here. Not in the presence all those people, at an event like this.

You weren't even sure whether Stephen was teasing on purpose, stroking your thigh, fingers kneading the muscle, tracing the inseam of your trousers, or simply wanted to accomplish that you were relaxing more.

Because you definitely were far from relaxing right now. The lingering touch made you shift uncomfortably in your seat, you tried to play down your arousal by focusing on anything but Stephen's hand on you and desperately hoped your cock wouldn't decide to embarrass you publicly all of the sudden.

"Everything alright?", Stephen muttered under your breath when he noticed the agitated squirming. He sounded seriously concerned, not like he had been planning on teasing or arousing you for that matter. God, he was entirely oblivious.

"Are you feeling unwell? Do you wanna go home?"

You leaned towards him to whisper into his ear, making sure to talk as quietly as you could, seeming like you didn't want to disturb the others listening to the speech, when you really just wanted to word your current desire.

"I don't know if we will get that far, because I really need you to fuck me."

Clearly you had caught Stephen a little off guard with that comment, who was nervously looking around instantly, hoping that no one had heard or guessed.

The surgeon cleared his throat, before replying calmly, "Then I think we should leave after that presentation.”

And you sure did, the two of you taking your leave quicker than anyone could really notice, excusing yourself to your table neighbors, before hurrying out of the main hall, practically rushing past the staff of this place, the photographers and journalists still looming outside �� though luckily, having seen no flashes meant that no pictures had been taken. That sure would have made quite the subject.

He got you both settled in the car in a hurry, revving the engine, before pulling out of the parking lot and starting to speed off instantly. You quickly noticed that you weren't taking the same route you had used earlier, when Stephen didn't direct the car onto the highway back to New York.

"Are you gonna make the route extra long in order to tease me?", you wondered.

"No, it won't be much longer", the surgeon assured you, checking side and rear mirrors, all while seemingly searching for something off road.

"Then why aren't we heading home?", you asked, oddly suspicious.

If you hadn't known any better, you might have feared Stephen was going to dispose of you somewhere along the way in the middle of the night. Why else would he choose an abandoned road?

But then the man's hand landed on your thigh again, his long and skilled fingers tracing the inner side, down to the bend of the knee and up to your crotch, all while keeping his eyes fixed on the road.

"Because you said we're not going to get as far as home and I'm only taking you by word", he chuckled, only gently pressing his hand to where your cock stirred in your trousers, placing a turn signal as he steered the car into another path off-road, where seemingly, in the middle of the night, nothing and no one would disturb the two of you.

Parking his car on the gravelly path you had ended up on, far off the road where other cars might still pass at that time of night, you knew exactly what he was proposing. He was planning to fuck you out here, in his car, right now.

It wasn't something you had ever done before, but by the way your heart consequently hammered and your groin was practically on fire, you sure weren't going to pass on that opportunity.

Unbuckling your seat belts all too quickly, you met over the middle console, searching for each others mouths and finding what you both sought as your lips clashed together. Kissing Stephen always meant wanting more and more. He was addictive, everything from the soft curve of his lips to his eager tongue slipping into your mouth, the bruise of his bite and the fact that he had a tendency to smirk while kissing you hard.

However getting to the point of sex appeared a little difficult than initially thought.

While the Huracán Stephen drove was a wonderfully sleek car (and definitely a match to Stephen's ego), it was set very low and not spacious by any means. Even just trying to climb onto Stephen's lap would have been hard, let alone riding him without constantly banging your head on the car's ceiling.

Sucking him off would have been convenient and was definitely something you would have been tempted to do any other day, but today it was just not enough.

You needed to have him inside of you.

Perhaps Stephen could have just bent you over the hood. It wasn't too cold outside, but the idea still didn't sound particularly comfortable. There was no backseat area and the front seats wouldn't shift back far enough without you having to twist and turn into uncomfortable positions to get Stephen's cock inside of you.

No matter how desperate you were for him at this moment, you at least wanted it to be comfortable enough to sink into the pleasure completely and not worry about tearing a muscle.

In conclusion, it might have been a pretty car, but it was terribly inconvenient for having sex and you spend minutes trying to figure it out together, laughing at the ridiculousness of your combined desperation to find a suitable position.

Shifting back and forth in a hurry, trying this and that, clawing at each other with need, your mouths slotting together whenever they could, hurrying out of the car, rounding it, never quite satisfied with the way things were, pressed up to the sleek black car as Stephen kept palming you through your pants, hands opening belts and buttons, revealing more and more skin, then turning and shoving and bending and...

You ended up in a somewhat promising position, taking up most space of the interior, as you knelt on your seat, hands supporting yourself on the driver's seat, bent over the middle console and presenting your ass quite perfectly to Stephen behind you.

Glad you had stripped off pants and underwear somewhere in between, the soft breeze from outside brushed the bare skin of your backside, intensifying the shudder of your need as your partner sure took his time to drive you crazy with lust.

A little more than desperate, hanging over the car's middle console, you pressed your ass back against Stephen, begging to be finally given some release after waiting and aching, while the man was already two fingers in, opening him up with precise movements, because... it was simply not enough.

Your cock was weeping, so achingly hard, asking to be touched to the point where you even reached for it yourself, tending it with long and gentle strokes, all while Stephen took his time preparing you well.

There was no need for conversation.

Your pure desire didn't require words, Stephen knew exactly how to touch you, and wiggling your ass into your lover's touch was a sign that clearly indicated how ready you were for him to fuck you. The occasional grunt and moan was all there was slipping past your lips, the soft puffs of labored breath, running faster with excitement.

Spit and precum smeared over your hole, you finally felt his fingers replaced by the thick tip of his cock nudging at your entrance, drawing out the moment in anticipation to the point he had you whining with his relentless teasing and toying, pushing back into him hard, so Stephen would have no other choice than to give in and sheath himself inside of you.

Being stretched by his cock ached a little at first, but you always managed to adjust, not minding the bit of the initial burn as he filled you up. On the contrary, you craved it, your whole body longing to feel him, here and now and even afterwards.

And god, fucking finally, you were allowed the familiar sensation. Any longer and you would have lost yourself to madness, though the rush of lust overcoming wasn't driving you insane any less.

Stephen allowed you to take a moment, ever so considerate, hands gently trailing along your hips, fingers grazing over the bare skin, an appreciative hum from him that sent a smile to your face – he was enjoying your sudden neediness, the spontaneous sexual adventure of fucking in his car, in the middle of nowhere, both of you looking forward to the satisfaction he was about to bring, fulfilling his own urge to claim you completely.

You liked getting nasty and filthy with Stephen, loved nothing more than being railed by the man all the way to next Sunday, whenever, wherever, might it be in every room of your apartments, in every corner at hospital or like today, outside.

The sex you had was the perfect way to settle arguments, make bad days better and the good days absolutely fantastic.

Though of course, you also found yourself reminded of the connection you two had, not just the physical one. Sure, you loved to have him shove you around, to press you into every available surface and fuck you like you belonged to him only.

But especially the random displays of Stephen's gentleness was the thing that made your heart clench and you figured it might just be love.

Rocking back into him, an evident sign that you were ready to take him in fully and needed more, Stephen got the right drift, the grip on your hips tightening as he began to move. His thrusts were deep at first, slow strokes, not painfully sharp, though more than enough to send waves of pleasure through your body with every single push inside of you.

It didn't even take long, until he had you turned into a moaning mess, clutching onto the seat, unashamed to let the dark and quiet of the night be witness to your lovemaking, letting him hear you, feel you, use you.

If that wasn't the best reward for accompanying Stephen tonight, you didn't know what would be. You didn't care about anything else anymore, no more insecurities, no more of other people's stupid opinions.

All you asked for was for him to keep on fucking you.

The switch up of rhythms caught you by surprise, one moment long and deep thrusts, the next more erratic thrusting, quicker but not as deep, up until the point where he was ferociously fucking you again, every slam of his hips into yours making you jolt and groan.

You continued stroking yourself in time with the man's thrusts, knowing you were not likely lasting that much longer since Stephen had begun hitting that sweet spot inside of you over and over again, and were starting to feel yourself tremble with pleasure.

This was only heightened as you noticed the stutter of Stephen's hips, losing any sense of rhythm entirely, losing himself in his thrusts and chasing his own pleasure, using you more than treating you, plowing into you ruthlessly, until he spilled inside of you, painting your insides with a hot and heavy load, even before you could topple over the edge.

Good lord, you counted yourself very lucky for having it that way around – because hearing your partner let out the sweetest moans, letting him ride out his orgasm in a frenzy while you took up all of his cum like a good boy, was the hottest thing. You let yourself fully enjoy the sensation, until you weren't able to hold out any longer.

You came just as hard, grip tight around your cock, clenching around Stephen's member still buried deep inside of you, an earth shattering orgasm hitting you as you felt your own cum shoot all over your hand, no doubt dripping on these sinfully expensive leather car seats as well, but you seriously couldn't find yourself to mind.

Let Stephen worry about it later.

Maybe he'd even punish you for ruining the expensive material and god, wouldn't you just love it? Just the idea of him, demanding you to kneel on the ground, defiled and cockdrunk, as he grabs you by the hair and forces you to eat your cum off his leather seats, licking clean every last spot, sent you into another spiral of lust.

Being with Stephen made you so unashamed. You enjoyed how capable this man was of utterly ruining you. You were glad to be his slut, getting fucked in an expensive car, wearing an expensive suit, after just having been at an important public gala as his date. All prim and proper, now wrecked and ruined and loving every bit of it.

Because you sure did adore it, being like this with Stephen, and would have him anywhere, anyplace, anytime, any way – hopefully for the rest of your lives.

#k writes #doctor strange #stephen strange #stephen strange x male reader #stephen strange x reader #surgeon strange #doctor strange smut #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #doctor strange 2016 #doctor stephen strange #x male reader #marvel fanfiction #m x m

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havensins · 1 year

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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

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

anything else is up to you!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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hungryforpowernotfood · 4 months

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A Change in Routine

Summary: Stephen's not very happy about getting sick, as he's suddenly reliant on the reader doing basic things for him. Being a doctor, however, makes him a pretty bad patient.

Warnings: being yelled at/degraded, light angst, Stephen pushing reader away, vague depiction of a physical disability, mentions of y/n

Pairing(s): Stephen Strange x gender neutral reader

Your boyfriend may have his irresponsible, impulsive streaks, but a sense of routine was always maintained within the Sanctums—sure, mostly due to you and Wong and the other Sorcerers maintaining the order Stephen loved to test, but it was still present. So you were surprised when you woke up to the warmth of your boyfriend still in bed next to you—when by this time in the morning, he was already awake and usually waking you up (something no one else has ever dared to do). You turn over slightly to face him—sometimes he would fake being asleep just to stay in bed with you a little while longer, but this time he looked like he was fast asleep. You reached up to move a loose strand of hair from his face, finding that his forehead was noticeably warm. Carefully, you got up, hoping that if you were quiet enough, you could get things for him first thing without him arguing with you about it. You weren’t a doctor like he was, but you did learn how to take care of sick people, including yourself, from your family while growing up, so you knew the basics. Knowing he’d wake up soon—somehow noticing your absence even in his sleep—you went into the kitchen to start the kettle to make tea, and went to the bathroom to get a damp washcloth. Once you returned to the bedroom with the washcloth and the cup of tea, Stephen was sitting up in bed—the tip of his nose now slightly red, and you could tell from the look in his eyes that today was going to be long. “Good morning.” You said, placing the tea down on the nightstand. You pressed the washcloth against his forehead, only for him to swat your hands away, instead pressing the washcloth to his forehead with his shaky hands. You hadn’t used magic that morning out of fear of waking him up, and you knew he would be too tired to. Sickness often took a toll on the body, making it difficult to perform spells. You also didn’t yet know how to materialize food and drinks for nothing, so you were reliant on portals. He looked over at the tea, then gave a frustrated sigh. “Where’s the medicine?” He growled, his voice dropping to a deep, yet nasally pitch. “What?” “I’m obviously sick, y/n, I’m not going to get better overnight.” He snapped. You nodded, knowing better than to fight back against him like his. You made a portal to the medicine cabinet, where you found the liquid medicine and grabbed it. “Not that one.” He growled. “You looked back. “Which one?” “If you don’t know, maybe you shouldn’t be doing this.” You sighed. “Stephen, just tell me which one.” He moved the blankets aside and started towards you. “No!” he snapped. “You’re just going to mess it up.” He moved you aside and reached for a bottle of pills. He struggled to open it and was clearly growing more irritated by the movement as he grappled it with unsteady hands. He shot you a look when you reached to help him with the bottle. “Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to make me breakfast?” He growled. You bit your cheek, and simply made a portal to the kitchen to see what food you had, leaving him alone in the room. You looked around, you didn’t know what he ate for breakfast, let alone what he’d want to eat while sick. Wong came in a few moments after you did, and gave you a confused look. “Is Stephen still sleeping?” You sighed. “No, he’s just sick…Do you happen to know what he eats for breakfast?” “Unfortunately I do,” Wong said. He grabbed an empty plate, and after swishing his hand around its perimeter, made food appear. “This should do.” He said, handing you the plate. “Thank you.”“Good luck,” Wong said, just before you made a portal back to your room so that Stephen wouldn’t hear his comment.

You gave him a side smile, before stepping through. It seemed as though Stephen had just opened the bottle–he shook it to get a pill into his palm before he managed to twist the lid back on. He made his way over to the side of the bed and sat down while he drank his tea. He grimaced as he swallowed.

“How much honey did you put in this?”

“Only a little.”

You could see the flash of irritation in his eyes as he looked at you, but simply crawled back under the covers rather than scathing you with more harsh words.

You set the plate on his lap and created a portal to the cabinet for the honey. You picked it up and poured it over his cup—Stephen watching you pointedly as you stopped only to stir it in. He gave you a nod once you had added enough, and you returned everything to its place.

As the day went on, Stephen’s hands seemed to be getting worse—while they weren’t as bad as they initially had been—he still had a difficult time controlling them, and it was uncomfortable for him to hold things. He snapped at you for little things that you weren’t doing right—not cleaning things up fast enough, not giving him the proper food, not checking that the cloth was damp frequently enough, etc.

At lunch, you made him soup and brought it up to him. You made sure to get one of the lighter spoons, as the heavier ones were more difficult to hold, and made sure the food wasn’t too hot.

“What is this?” He growled when you set it in his lap.

“Soup.” You replied, now very tired with his attitude.

He scoffed. “I don’t like this kind.”

“Get Wong.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Get Wong. I’m taking a break.”

“‘A break’?” Stephen scoffed, “I never asked for your help in the first place and now you’re taking a break? You’re the one who decided to show up and do all these things I’m perfectly capable of doing myself, y/n. The least you can do is do what I say and do it right. But you couldn’t even do that! You weren’t even listening to me half the time!”

You bit your cheek—any retorts you had wouldn’t do you any good. You shook your head, and turned, creating a portal to the library, and stepped through.

Wong came in around an hour later, looking for you.

“Stephen needs you.”

“No, he doesn’t. You can handle this one.”

“I tried, but he only wants to see you.”

You looked at him for a minute before sighing. It couldn't hurt to at least check. “Alright.”

Sometimes you hated that it was difficult for you to say no to that man.

You mentally prepared yourself to be yelled at before creating a portal to your shared room.

“What is it?” You asked, your voice taking a slightly sharper edge than you intended. You stopped in your tracks, letting the portal fall behind you when you saw Stephen sitting there with red-rimmed eyes, and soup spilled across his lap and the covers.

"Oh." You muttered. You walked over to him quickly as you cast a spell that cleaned the soup up.

“I’m sorry.” He looked up at you, but you ignored it—deciding to focus on cleaning.

“It’s alright. We probably should’ve cleaned the blanket anyway.” You chuckled. You turned to walk away, but he reached for your hand quickly.

“No! I mean…I’m sorry…I—I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I was just—I—” A few tears trickled down his face. You stared at him, shocked. He rarely apologized like this to you—you knew you probably should’ve said something, but you couldn’t find the words.

“You weren’t doing anything wrong I just…it hurts.” He said the last part was slightly quieter. That you knew how to deal with.

You leaned in, and kissed his forehead—he still felt hot to the touch—even the hand wrapped around your wrist seemed abnormally warm.

“I know.” You whispered.

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s alright, you can stop apologizing.”

“Are—are you mad at me.”

You sighed, and shook your head ‘no’—you don’t know why it was hard for you to be mad at this man. Then again, he wasn’t feeling like himself when he said all those things.

“I’m going to get you some more soup, and an ice pack, okay?”

Wanting you to stay with him, Stephen looked reluctant, but he nodded, and you created a portal to the kitchen.

For once today, you weren’t met with a glare or a scowl when you reentered the bedroom. You set the bowl of soup on the bedside table, then outstretched your free hand towards him. Understanding the gesture, Stephen placed his hands in yours.

You gently applied the ice pack and saw him close his eyes in relief at the coldness. The extreme temperature seemed to be one of the few things his damaged nerves could register properly—thus making it ease the discomfort. He whimpered slightly when you drew your hand away and placed the ice pack in his lap instead—but because you were crawling in beside him, he had very few complaints.

He ate his soup quickly, though he needed to take breaks from holding the spoon to be able to use it properly without spilling—you offered to help, but he declined, instead using the ice pack to mitigate the tenderness.

You put on a movie, though you barely got through the first 30 minutes of it before he fell asleep wrapped in your arms, with his head against your chest.

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