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geeky-politics-46 · 2 years

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Doctor's Orders

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Doctor Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: The Doctor will see you now. A fantasy request from your boyfriend leaves you with an ache only he can fix.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - doctor kink, praise kink, roleplay, slight dom/sub, oral sex, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, slight degradation, pet names, language, creampie, porn with minimal plot

Yeah this is just complete filth. I was gonna write Sinister Strange first, but this happened... As usual, I'm sure there are spelling & grammar errors. I'll fix them as I find them.

As much of a perfectionist as Stephen was, you were surprised when he suggested the two of you play doctor. You knew full well you would probably get any sort of medical jargon wrong. Despite re-watching M*A*S*H multiple times over the years you weren't exactly up to snuff of your surgical speak.

So you agreed, you would never say no to anything that ended with the two of you fucking, but on the condition that he wasn't allowed to go off on any tangents & had to stay in charector.

"That's why I want to play doctor & patient sweetheart. You don't have to know anything except that the doctor always knows best... If we decide to play slutty nurse I'll just write you a script." He raised an eyebrow & gave you a cheeky smile reaching to grab a hold of your waist.

You chuckled & moved into his arms. Letting Your hands slide up his chest & around his neck. Yep, there's that perfectionist you knew.

"Well as much of a turn on as that is, because every girl loves to be wooed by having to memorize a script for sex, I do think I need the doctor give me a once over first. When is your next appointment Doctor? I have an ache I think only you can fix."

Stephen closed his eyes & growled, his head dropping forward & pulling you in for a heated kiss. "Well I am very busy, but I think I can make an exception & slide you in tomorrow night say around 7. It could take a few hours, & of course there will be an extra fee. I'm sure we can work out a special arrangement, another form of compensation perhaps."

You put on your best doe eyes & pout, playing into his fantasy. Trying to get him extra riled up. "Oh thank you doctor. I'll do anything for you to fit in me." You played shy & dropped your gaze, staring up at him through your lashes as you let out an innocent giggle & bit your lip. "Oops, I mean fit me in. I need you, Doctor."

He reached down & lightly slapped your ass. "Naughty girl. I want you in that short black nightie, no panties, upstairs in our bed by your appointment time. I don't like to be kept waiting & I know you know how to follow Doctor's orders."

It was your turn to growl. Moaning against his lips as you melted into his passionate kiss. This man could turn you on just by looking at you, & you were currently soaked at his display of dominance. You two hadn't done much roleplay, but you had a feeling after tomorrow night it would become much more common.

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By the time the clock turned to 7 you were exactly where he told you to be. Already starting to feel aroused by the feel of the silk nightie that barely covered your ass soft against your skin. You squeezed your thighs together & squirmed on the bed. Trying to keep your hands to yourself.

Sure enough, at 7:01 Stephen entered the room. He had gone the whole 9 yards. Instead of his blue robes or his casual clothes he now wore dark blue scrubs & his white lab coat, with a stethoscope draped around his neck. He topped everything off by holding a notepad like it was your chart.

You had to hold back a small giggle at how seriously he was taking this. He did look incredibly sexy though. Striding towards the bed confidently, quickly sliding back into the role of hot shot doctor. He could give McDreamy a run for his money.

"Well hello Ms. Y/L/N, what brings you to see me today? I know you said you needed to see me quite urgently."

"Yes Doctor. I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been feeling so hot, & I can barely stand to have any clothes on. I feel so sensitive, tingly. Especially my pussy Doctor. It's aching so bad & I don't know why. Please tell me you can help me." You let your hands run up & down your body. Spreading your legs wide on the bed, laying back & looking up at him with needy eyes.

"Hmm well, the first thing I want to do check is your heart & your lungs. I need you to sit up & take your top down for me." He pulled his stethoscope down & put it around his neck. His eyes roving over you hungrily as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

You slowly pulled the shoulder straps of your nightie down your arms & let the fabric slide down to expose your breasts. Stephen licked his lips when he saw your nipples already standing at attention for him. His hand moved to rub over the now prominent bulge in his scrubs before he picked up the chest piece of the stethoscope & moved the earpieces into place.

"That’s my good girl. Now this may be a little cold."

He put the chest piece between your breasts sliding it up your sternum into place over your heart. You bit your lip to stifle a moan at the feel of the cool metal. He stayed there for a moment. Before sliding it over your breasts. Making sure to 'accidentally' brush over your nipples as he moved it.

"Your heart is racing. I can see your breasts are very sensitive too. Especially your pretty little pink nipples.” He reached out to flick the pad of his index finger over on of your stiff buds, a lopsided smirk appeared as you gasped & jolted at his touch.

“Think I need to do some more tests before I can reach a proper diagnosis. Tell me, are you feeling that ache you mentioned right now?" He removed the stethoscope & placed it on the nightstand.

"I wasn't until you came in Doctor. Ever since you started your exam on me, my pussy has started to ache. I'm really wet now too. Here, doctor. Feel. My pussy is almost dripping.”

You grabbed his hand & placed it on your cunt. Stephen started rubbing your entire pussy with his long fingers, pressing his palm against your pubic mound adding pressure to your clit. Feeling him spread your slick over your pussy lips, occasionally dipping one through your slit to collect your arousal you gasped & arched your back.

You wanted to reach out & stroke his hard cock through his scrubs, but he would scold you if you did. You knew he wasn't done playing with you. So instead you stretched your arms out over your head causing you nightie to bunch up around your waist & expose yourself completely to him.

"You are soaked for me aren't you pretty girl? I think I know just what might be wrong, but I do have one last test to administer." Without any hesitation he plunged 2 of his fingers into your hole & began thrusting them in & out. "How does this feel?"

He let his thumb brush over your clit before you could respond. "Oh fuck!" Your eyes snapped shut & you moaned loudly. You were ready to beg Stephen to fuck you. "Feels so good, Doctor. Your fingers feel so good inside me."

Leaving his fingers inside of you he managed to stand & move to the foot of the bed, positioning himself between your legs. Seeming to study the way you cunt greedily pulled his fingers back in each time he pulled them back. The sight making him growl.

"Just as I thought. I know just the treatment you need, & I will administer it myself since you seem to be so responsive to me. Your pussy is aching because it needs to be fucked nice & hard. You need to be stuffed full with a big cock, & then filled up with cum. That's the only thing that will cure it. Luckily we can begin treatment immediately, but first I need you to cum for me. Doctor's orders."

Stephen's eyes gleamed as he started thrusting his fingers into you faster, curling them upward & bringing his other hand to rub your clit. Feeling you start to squeeze his fingers, he knew you were getting close.

The sound of his fingers fucking you was downright obscene. You had never felt yourself this wet before. Of course Stephen realized he was driving you over the edge in a way he hadn't ever managed until now. He was now determined to shatter you beyond all belief. Claiming every little piece of you for himself.

"I know you're close sweetheart. Let's see what happens if I add a third finger. This attention seems to be just what your greedy little pussy needed. Don't worry baby, the doctor's here to take care of you."

Your eyes were glued to his as you felt him slide his ring finger into you. A high pitched squeak pulled from your throat at the increased stretch. Your mouth was left hanging open as Stephen pulled his other hand away from your clit before quickly replacing it with his mouth. He began sucking you in & lapping at you over & over. He moaned against your clit & shook his head back & forth when he felt you start spasm against his fingers.

The vibration from his moan paired with his movements sent you slamming into your climax. Bucking wildly against his face & his fingers as you felt yourself gush onto him. Screaming "Doctor!" as you continued to squirt a couple more pulses. Feeling yourself drip in between with broken moans & gasps at the immense overwhelming pleasure.

Stephen slowly pulled his fingers from you, but kept his mouth pressed to your still twitching sex. Moving to your slit to lick up your cum & whispering "good girl" against you repeatedly as you came down. You weren't 100% sure whether he was talking to you or to your pussy, but either way you preened at the words.

He finally pulled himself away. After licking his fingers clean he began stripping off his lab coat & scrub top. You let out a contented sigh & confessed "that's the first time I've ever squirted. You really are quite talented with your hands, Doctor Strange." You slipped the nightie off from around your middle & threw it to the floor. A proud & slightly smug smile now plastered across his face. He wanted to be the best at everything he did, & that included making you cum harder & more often than anyone else could.

"You're responding to my treatment very well indeed. I think I'll have you cured in no time. Now you get to feel how good I am with my big cock. Just what you need to stretch you out & soothe that aching pussy.” He shoved his scrub pants & boxers down in one move. Now completely bare before you he began stroking his long hard cock, using the pre-cum dripping from his tip to slick himself up.

The sight had you whining at his distance from you & reaching your arms out wanting to grab him. He groaned in pleasure seeing how much you wanted him. He quickly relented & crawled up the bed towards you. Placing kisses & bites up your body as he goes.

Your arms pulled him up as soon as he was within reach. Gripping onto his biceps as you felt his cock head sliding against your dripping folds. Suddenly his hips pulled back & he started thrusting against your hole, adding just enough pressure to barely press into you. You whimpered as he teased you.

He taunted you & smiled "beg for it baby. I know you can do it. Horny little sluts like you just need to be full of cock don't you. Wanna hear you beg me to fuck you. Beg for my cock.”

You were so desperate to feel him inside you, you were practically crying. "Please Doctor Strange, please fuck me. I need it so bad. Make the ache go away. Fuck me & fill me up Doctor."

For a moment you were shocked you actually remembered the plot of your roleplay. Then Stephen slammed his cock balls deep inside of you & you pretty much forgot everything, including your own name.

He started pounding into you hard & fast. So worked up from your praises he knew he wouldn't last very long. He dropped his forehead against yours & groaned.

"Fuck love, you're so tight. So perfect. I don't think I'll ever get enough of you or your pussy. You fit me fucking perfectly."

The sounds of Stephen fucking you filled the room creating a pornographic symphony. The wet squelching of your cunt swallowing his cock, the percussive slap of his body hitting yours all accented with the creak of the bed frame & the melody of your combined moans, gasps, & praises.

Completely lost in the moment you cried out as he brushed over your g-spot with his cock. "Stephen right there! Yes! Fuck, don't stop!"

He leaned back on his knees just far enough to hoist your legs up onto his shoulders before leaning forward & pushing your knees to your chest. Watching himself thrust into you a few times before letting his body press completely onto yours. The new angle allowed him to hit your sweet spot with every thrust. He was fucking into you even deeper than before & his pelvic bone pushed deliciously against your clit.

"I can feel you squeezing my cock sweetheart. I can't fill you up until you cum again for me. Know you can do it. Cum on my cock baby."

You whimpered as you pressed your head back into the pillow exposing the column of your neck which Stephen quickly latched on to. Sucking & biting a fresh bruise just above your collarbone. Soothing the spot afterwards with kisses & licks. Over the differing sensations Stephen's mouth caused, you felt a tight warmth moving through your abdomen. As it hit your low belly you felt yourself start to shake & flutter. Gripping your nails into his back & holding him tight to you.

As he worked you through your climax he cooed loving words in your ear. "That's it beautiful. Good girl. So sexy when you cum for me baby." You could tell Stephen was hanging by a thread by his quick & shallow breathing.

Once your heart rate started to level out he dropped his head to your shoulder & his thrusts became more frantic.

"Fuck, you just got so much tighter. I'm gonna cum so hard. Tell me how bad you want it love."

You wrapped you arms & legs around him encouraging him to fuck you as deep & hard as he could. Clinging onto him & purring your response into his ear. "Give it to me, Doctor. Need you to fill me with your cum. Please, Doctor. Please Stephen, cum inside me."

As much as calling him Doctor turned him on, what made him lose control was his name falling from your lips. After a few more sloppy thrusts he pushed himself as deep into you as he could, bottoming out with his tip kissing your cervix. An almost pained groan coming from deep in his chest as he flooded you with what felt like a never-ending load. You were so completely full his cum started to seep out of you around his cock Eventually stilling himself against you before rolling off of you & collapsing onto the bed next to you.

You both lay there panting & brain dead. Surrounded by the sounds of each other's breathing & an occasional surprised laugh.

You caught your breath first & you had only one thought as you turned to look at your partner. "That was incredible. Just... Holy shit."

Stephen extended his arm around you as you scooted yourself closer & rested your head against his strong chest. He agreed with you as he pulled your other arm across his abdomen before leaning down to press a kiss into your hair.

"Yeah. I don't think I've ever cum that hard." He was always in disbelief at the things you could do to him. The things you could make him feel, both in & out of the bedroom. You cast your own sort of spell over him, & he was content to be under your magical hold forever. Especially if he got to fuck you like that.

You stretched up, placing a kiss under his jaw, smiling against his skin as you whispered. "Well Doctor, I think it's safe to say I'm gonna need a follow up exam in the near future. We are definitely doing that again."

His smile got wider & he chuckled. "You say that now, but wait until you get my bill. I'm sure you can find a way of paying me though."

He tilted your head up to kiss you. This time it wasn't heated or ravenous, it was sweet & intimate. Loving.

As the kiss finished, you whispered against his lips "I love you... Smartass."

"I love you too sweetheart."

You both settled back into the bed, holding each other close. Still needing to regain feeling in your legs before you could stand to clean yourselves up.

You could feel yourself starting to drift off into sleep until suddenly the silence was broken by Stephen. Your eyes snapped open at the sound of his voice.

"You're gonna need to start looking for a uniform nurse. I'm going to need your assistance with a craniotomy soon. You know I don't stand for any misbehavior or distraction in my OR, so you better be good for me."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. Yep, just as you thought. This was now gonna be a regular thing. Not that you were complaining.

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futureplayboibunnie · 2 years

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‘He didn’t hold me without hurting me.’

Dr Strange x fem! avenger! reader

- SLUTTY SMUT SLUT. ENEMIES TO LOVAS BABY. MDNI or i’ll tell ur parents pls this is filth.

Your thoughts strayed to the blankness of night, small specks of dim light peppered the sky and you’ve felt more useless or bored. Your thoughts lingered on your ex-boyfriend and how his clothes were still in the confines of your drawer, he hadn't picked up his stuff yet and you were eager to not think about his delightful persona.

You paced around your apartment thinking of what to think other than him or….Stephen. The minute that little name, that face, popped into your head. Stephen Strange. You stopped in your tracks desperate to keep your mind occupied. Stripping off your clothes, you hopped into the shower with an annoyed huff; the water dripped off your body and you all but scrambled to take your mind off of…Stephen Strange.

You scrubbed your hair ferociously, hoping it would scrub away the unrequited desire and the requited hatred. You hated him, he was arrogant, and selfish yet you can't have him plus it was too soon to even move on.

Why were you even considering that?

Your mind wandered to the Avengers and how none of them contacted you at all today, considering you're a supernatural being that inhibits power people could only dream of. In addition to that, the Avengers were your team, your family and it irked you to find that no one gave you a mission or a job to do today. It was like an itch that couldn't be scratched.

You padded out of the shower in your towel, got dressed into a vest and some lounge shorts, no bra or panties needed, and haphazardly dried your hair with the same towel. Its 12:35. You knew it wasn't regulation to eat right before bed, but you deserved this, some nice comfort food to pass as the end credits for your shitty day. You flicked of the main lights and turned on the secondary ambient ones and lit up some candles while you contemplated whether to eat your feelings or not.

Chocolate dipped strawberries? A bit ironic considering their such a cliché romantic date treat, but you just chuckled to yourself. How fitting

You microwaved the chocolate and started chopping the stems off of some strawberries, humming a little tune to yourself just to distract yourself from your inane thoughts. And by thoughts you meant. Stephen. Strange.

STOP IT.

You mentally slapped yourself, he is the opposite of you. A jerk that happens to be an incredible sorcerer and a pretty hot doctor

Stop it, you idiot.

For God's sakes. You dipped a strawberry into the molten chocolate to revel in the taste and forget about Strange.

A thud outside of the door to your apartment compelled you back to reality. Who the hell is banging and thumping at this time of night? Fucking idiots.

‘’Y/N? Y/N? Open.. Open the door.’’ A booming voice erupted from the other side of your door and you couldn't comprehend what was happening. You recognized the rich baritones of his voice almost immediately and it was pathetic. You hurried over to the door and peeked through the eyehole to find the orange remnants of the portal dissipating into thin air and a battered and bloody Dr Strange.

The prick seriously portalled here? Of course, he fucking did. You unbolted the door and he leaned and stumbled his way into your apartment with no apparent explanation, but pain etched on his features.

‘'Stephen? What happened to you? Why are you here?’’ You scowled as he stood there examining your apartment and darting his head from side to side, clutching his side. His robes and cloak offering no concealer of the blood that was dripping from his lower side, bloody cuts and grazes were carved into his face.

Although what really brought your attention was the cut on his eyebrow and how the blood flowed into a perfect river from brow to gloriously defined cheekbone. He groans and it fills the air, you watch him examine his hand that was placed on his side completed covered with the scarlet pigment of blood.

"I need you to heal me. With your magic, now."

You stood in shock, in complete and utter disbelief, he just waltzed into your home. Unasked for, unwanted and now he's ordering you around like some sort of rookie? HIS rookie. Hell no. How dare he? Your face failed to disguise your irritation.

"Tell me why you're here Strange. Now. Tell me what the hell happened to you."

He sighed heavily, not being able to conceal the pain that his body is experiencing first hand.

"Avengers; we had a mission, take out some other worldly presence and be done for the day but they were more…they were too many of them. They were powerful and we couldn't.." He sounded breathless and embarrassed. A combination you didn't think the infamous Dr Stephen Strange was capable of experiencing, but this was instantly overwhelmed by your intense rage you felt for him in this moment.

"And you didn't ask me to help you?! You left me out of this? Where the hell are the rest now? You left them..? Are they all dead?’’ Your voice was stern, but you couldn't help that your heart was breaking piece by piece on the inside. You rushed over to face him, to get a clear accurate picture on his face just in case he thinks about lying to you.

"I didn't leave them you idiot, I saved them. I saved their lives. They're somewhere on the other side of the country. Without me portalling them, they'd all be dead. You know what happened last time, healing the enemy because of your previous humanity. I'm done explaining myself to you, I need you to heal me. Now." He yelled at you. He's never raised your voice at you and your face contorted into confusion as you took a step back. His face conveyed a feeling of instant regret.

You slapped him across the face. Hard. Making his face all the more bruised. It's more than he deserved. You revelled in the shock of his face as his head slammed to the side, but what you weren't expecting was the fact that when he turned to face you again: he was seething. Goddamn, you had to admit he looked fucking delicious when he was seething.

‘Don't be difficult. Heal. Me. Now.’ He gritted his teeth, furrowed his brow and clamped at the hand that had the balls to slap him.

He'd never been slapped that hard by anyone like that before, let alone you and his whole body felt electric. God, he hated to admit it, but he was so turned on in that little fit of rage you performed just for him. Like a little girl, having her pigtails pulled on by a kid on the school playground. But there was an urgent problem that harboured all his attention, the fact that he was bleeding out. You were becoming increasingly aware that his hand was still wrapped around your wrist, your breathing became just that little bit faster. You eventually gave in to his disposition.

‘Fine but you don't deserve the luxury of me healing you with my powers. I'm doing I the good old fashioned way. Sit. Now. Take off your clothes.’ He was too tired to argue. You pushed him down onto your sofa and hurried to get a cloth and a first aid kit. You placed the materials down onto thecoffee table.

Stephen groaned and clenched his teeth and fists in agony. The trusty Cloak of Levitation hung itself on your coat rack as Stephen peeled off his robes. He chuckled to himself.

‘This is a weird way of saying you want me naked.’

‘Never. Asshole. The pants stay on." You plopped yourself on the floor and knelt to the side of him as his bare bloody upper boddice had a complete lack of clothing.

You couldn't lie to yourself; his bodywas carved like a Greek God. The blood adorning his body only added to your twisted view of attraction. You grabbed at the wet cloth and cleaned the wound on his side and then sanitising it, he was half perched and half laying down as his head hit the arm rest. You put the thread through the needle with ease and began stitching up his side wound. He kept letting out these little groans that you couldn't help paying all your attention to, each little stitch elicited a new groan, momentarily lifting his head up and down to see the progress you were making.

He thought you were such a little bratty bitch; you could've had him sorted a while back if you had just listened to him but no, you liked this, revelling in his pain, and he was slowly starting to lose it. Those little feather light touches, the little flicks of pain from the needle was becoming uncomfortable to endure. When you got to the last stitch on his side, it was more painful than the last. He let out a moan and without thinking grasped at your hair with his left hand.

You halted in your tracks, he lifted up his head to look at you in your beautiful bright, magnetic eyes and all you could was blink up at him dumbly. He stifled a breath, externally embarrassed yet internally satisfied with himself at such a reaction.

He's got you all dumb for him. He realised what he had done and retreated his hand immediately. He was severely fucked now.

No way. No way this is happening, no way did he just do that. He leaned up to sit upright on the sofa to pretend like nothing happened like the self-absorbed prick he is. You pressed your thighs together and you're pretty sure he noticed.

"Sorry, ah, that last stitch really hurt like a bitch. Or I'm pretty sure you did that on purpose just to laugh at me.' He laughed lowly at you, mostly because of your compromising position, on the floor, on your knees in front of him.

You immediately noticed and planted yourself on your feet so now that you have the upper hand, completely powering over him. The shift in power dynamic is something new to Stephen and it sent a twisted shiver down his spine.

‘You're getting ahead of yourself Strange, if I really wanted to hurt you, I would've done it by now.’ You smirk down at him, and that stupid fucking half smile is plastered over his face.

‘Oh you hurt me alright.’ He quirked an eyebrow.

You hop up next to him on the sofa and grab at the already damp cloth to clean his facial wounds.

"Give me your face.'

"So demanding, I don't like it." He muttered under his breath as he brought his face closer to your hand. You begin to wipe away at the cuts and blood that cling on his face.

‘Well, you don't get give an opinion when you're the one that almost got the team killed and are currently bleeding out on my sofa.' His eyes light up even at the morbid subject matter.

In the dim light you could see the blue cerulean bore into your face. He really is a beautiful specimen, those glorious cheekbones were criminal but what really does it is the dark, dishevelled hair with those grey streaks. It must be illegal.

‘What are you doing eating chocolate covered strawberries at 12am?’

‘You noticed?’

‘Yeah, I notice everything. Mostly at the fact that you're a bitch with a stick up her ass' His eyes cast down to your chest, he could see your hard nipples.

"Ever the humble gentleman you are. And by that I mean you're an arrogant prick. I was wallowing in clichés.’

"Cliches? Interesting. You flush easily so I guess that's true.' His eyes were transfixed on you, every subtle move you made has some sort of effect on him. It was pathetic.

"Don't psychoanalyze me, Stephen.' You were trying to retain some modicum of seriousness, but your body was telling Stephen something different. You had never called him Stephen before, your eyes radiated a playfulness, and dare he think it…flirtiness?

‘I like when you say my name.' He admitted way too hastily.

You bit your lip and hung you head a little low at the remark. Flushing too at such an out of the blue and outright absurd comment

Oh Fuckkkkkk, that look. He's sure he's never met someone so beautiful, so shy, so bitchy, so mean….so fucking good.

‘I hate you enough to slap you again.' You were dead set. This man was too full of himself, too self- absorbed to tell his ass from his face. You tried to make it a constant reminder.

"Behave yourself.’ He said sternly.

He places his fingers on your chin and tilts it up to look at him. This is the first time he's ever gotten this close to you, the proximity, the electricity. All of these conflicting emotions swinging through the air but the most palpable one being uncut lust. Your eyes connected in a way that you've never experienced before, even with your ex.

Attempting to remove yourself from such compromising trance like state, you wave your deft fingers and let the magic flow through your hands as you place right hand on his side wound. His eyes dart from your hand to your picturesque face, the fact that you hated his guts yet felt this passion between you grow is so indescribable. And within a matter of seconds his wound that you so carefully stitched up was no where to be seen, not even a scar to accompany it.

You could still feel his fingers on your face and your eyelashes flutter in response, he stares at you like he's about to kill you, and it was the most attractive thing you've ever seen.

DING.

The microwave goes off, indicating the chocolate is molten. Perfect timing.

It was a snap back to reality, reminding yourself that there is no compatibility between you and Strange. Nothing to convince you that he's a genuine human being capable of not being an asshat.

That was a one off, these thoughts needed to stop before they'd end up manifesting itself into reality and ending up in doing or saying something you'll regret.

You hurriedly got up and opened the microwave to get the chocolate out and then padded to your bedroom in silence. You got your ex-boyfriends sweatpants and one of his t-shirts and took yourself back into the living room where he's running his hands through his hair…still shirtless.

‘What's this?’ He questioned, all deadpan and serious like he usually is. That playfulness in his voice, tone and body language all gone. You guys aren't chummy like you were when you were cleaning his wounds, now you're acting like cold co-workers, like normal.

'Use my shower Strange. The blood is still crusting off of your body. Wash yourself up. There are towels in there.’ You informed as you gave him the clothes; he gave you a curt emotionless nod in response as he disappeared off into your bathroom.

He was in the shower for about 15 minutes, and you were leaning on the kitchen island gobbling up your chocolate covered strawberries from earlier, you really deserved this treat now to rid you of such a stupid and awkward day.

Stephen kept your mind occupled for the time being, he was such a douche and you really hated him but those fleeting moment were something new, a fresh breeze of exhileration yet a firey tangible volcano.

You heard the click of the bathroom light and there he emerged from the darkness, he had your ex boyfriends shirt on this time, his hair was damp and you could notice that there were small water droplets glazing from arms. The sweatpants were slung low. You rolled your eyes at such a try hard facade.

There you are, half bent over the island licking at your fingers, the round curve of your ass unintentionally being present. The scenarios his mind is painting is obscene and filthy.

‘I suggest putting on a jacket too. It's not warm outside.’ You said coldly, avoiding eye contact by staring straight ahead. He tilted his head in response.

‘Who say's I'm leaving?‘ He retaliates. You turn your head to sense him.

'I am. I've given you the luxury of healing you and now you can give me the luxury of leaving.'

He stalks over to you, hands in the sweatpants pockets. He's ravenous for you, and it haunts his dreams. Daily. His body is right next to yours and you're still bent over, leaning on your arms on the kitchen island.

He unexpectantly grasps at your face to make you face him. His fingers pinching your cheeks and you could only blink up at him like a fucking idiot, unsure of what else to even do.

‘You act like this hard ass, but I see it. I see through you; you can't deny it.' He whispered through perfectly clenched teeth. Your breathing became laboured due to the sheer layers and tones of his voice.

His voice alone could get you off. Your eyebrows knitted together in frustration.

He was pleased at himself at your reaction proving his statememt was nothing but the undeniable truth. He lifted you up, so you were fully face to face now. You weren't completely naked, but you felt so exposed.

Both of his scarred hands were cradling your face now, your breathing becarne heavier and more exaggerated and it was indescribable. Like all of the air had been knocked out of your lungs.

Your teeth toyed with your bottom lip out of habit, your bodies were almost fully pressed against each other not even a sheet of paper could fit through both of you if you were one inch closer. His thumb swiped across your plump pretty lips to unsheathe your teeth from your blushed pink lower lip. Your breathingwas becoming more erratic now and hard to ignore, he could feel your body radiating heat and pure unfiltered need. It was palpable and pathetic.

You thought he was going to press his lips to yours to kiss you but instead he leaned forward and bit your bottom lip and tugged it back before finally snapping back into place. A breathy moan escaped your lips and he could've finished right then and there.

God it was so sensual, more sensual than any first kiss because it wasn’t even a kiss. He gazed deeply into your wanton eyes, you were so needy and so dumb for him, no matter how much you may cover it was faux hatred. This desire was like sparks exploding into the clear night sky.

'Are you going to fuck me like you hate me Stephen?’ You garnered the last of your sentient composure to say those words and ask him such a filthy question.

"I think you'd like that too much. Tell me…do you want it hard and fast or nice and slow. You get to choose.’ His hot breath fanning your face only enlightening the desparity of your proximity, you were flushed crimson, lips wet with your spit and he thought you looked like something akin to God.

‘I don't care.’ You whispered. You just wanted him to take control of you, even if it was just for one night.

Silence fell through you both.

Tired of waiting, you pounced on him like a lioness as your lips slotted against his hastily like there was no time to lose. You moaned into his hot wet mouth opening up just enough for him to slip his tongue in and explore the delicious flavour of the forbidden fruit your mouth had to offer.

Tender a kiss it was not. He kissed at you with furious passion, eyes screwed shut as he savoured every fleeting second of such a cruel and unforgiving moment. Your hands flew up to cradle at his face as he's doing with yours and the soft prickle of his beard nipped at your skin. The soft, needy moans that slipped out of both of your mouths was so dirty, it was so fucking incredible.

Before you knew it, he ripped his lips away from yours and sat your ass on the counter. Hard. His breaths were becoming more rapid and erratic by the minute; he lifted your head upwards to attack at your slender neck. You’re all pretty collarbones and an enviable jawline. His lips travelled and nipped at your neck leaving little red marks in his tracks. His arms wrapped tighter around you, his wandering hands travelling up and down the expanse of your back to memorize the trace of every inch of you.

Your throat let out a high whimper as he quickly took off his own shirt. Stephens large, scarred and veiny hands were clawing at your thighs, desperate for the soft supple feel of such sweetness.

‘You're trembling, sweetheart. You've never been touched like this before, have you?’ He breathes lowly against the base of your ear.

As if you couldn't get any wetter.

He all but rips the vest off your body revealing your perfectly bare chest. He thought your tits were perfect, like they were made just for him.

‘I'm growing impatient, you have me here wet and naked and you're making me want to fuck myself with my fingers to get myself off.' Attempting to rile him up so he could fuck you that much harder wasn’t really a smart play but you were feeling dangerous. Pondering on such poisonous grounds.

The way he looked at you, the way his undivided attention was all on you made you quiver with anticipation. His beautiful baby blue eyes drilling into your made you regret your prior statement, big time. He thought the temptation of slapping the smugness out of your adorable little face was becoming too hard to ignore.

Before you could admire him any longer, his hand shot up and wrapped tightly around your neck and shoved your back down onto the countertop; his Adonis like body fawning over you to breathe raggedly against your overheated skin. Your cunt was sobbing, all soppy and wet just begging for single feather light touch from his fingers, his tongue, he cock- anything. Your eyes were saucepan wide with surprise and ultimately shock that he had the balls to actually do that. The disrespect was astonishing, but it made you want him that much more.

You were bordering on desperate.

Your lips involuntarily parted as your eyebrows knitted together in tense pleasure. He was appalled and mostly full of intense rage due to the word vomit you just threw at him with no sincere remorse.

‘You are a liar,’ he chuckled lowly at you, the prick was laughing at you.

‘And not even a good one at that. Going around convincing the whole world you hate me, our friends that you hate me. Yet here you are, so compliant, so sweet. You say yes so easily. Adorable.’

‘I don't recall saying I wanted you, Strange.'

‘You don't have to. Your body tells me everything I need to know. You're so starved for me you whimper every time I'm goddamn near you. The way those thighs clamp together, the irregular breathing, those fucking eyes just begging me to fuck the attitude out of you.’ He growled.

He's good. Scratch that, he's really good, but you can play along too.

‘What if I told you that the clothes you're wearing right now are my ex boyfriends?' Your face contorted into a sly fox like smile.

His face was paralyzed as his eyes searched for yours, mildly wincing at such an honest admission.

‘He still hasn't picked up his shit yet but it's a shame I'm gonna lose all this stuff, he had good taste.‘ You laughed at his still face. Bingo, now you have the upper hand; it was nothing short of unbelievable seeing him speechless.

That joy didn't last very long however as he pulled you back and flipped you over the counter, stomach first. The roughness of his palms all but ripping your shorts off so you were completely naked beneath him. You thought Stephen Strange was rough but not this rough, and God was it arousing.

‘You think you're so fucking cute.' Stephen seethed through clenched teeth, roughly clawing at your hair and dragging your body up so his torso was to your back. He left sloppy open mouth kisses on your lips and down your neck only to push you down on the counter again. The push and pull were really something and it left your mind reeling, you were putty in his hands.

He spanked at your ass, raggedly moaning in relief while doing so like all of these feelings were pent up. The harsh bite of his course palms left your skin a warm state of pink. The action left you startled and writhing in impossible pleasure that made you so impossibly wet for him. The long-drawn-out moans were bordering on pornographic, tears started to prick at your eyes.

He pulled at your hair again to make you stand up, whimpers escaping your throat to top it all off. His arms grasped at your upper body, so you were face to face once more with the incredible man. Stephens scarred fingers found hospice around your slender neck making the silence in the air pregnant and unmoving. The look on his face was predatory and it had you afraid yet oddly curious at what ministrations he had in mind next.

'Open your mouth, pretty girl. Open your mouth for me.‘ He groaned at you condescendingly and you were more than willing to oblige to such a God like man.

In a bratty frenzy, you parted your lips to open your mouth and spat at his face.

Stephen was amazed and so were you, it was truly astounding. He wasn't expecting such a vulgar action even though you had a vulgar mouth and a soul enamoringly vulgar disposition.

Oh God, he thought you were perfect.

He retracted one of his hands from your neck and wiped away at the saliva you spewed there and licked it off his finger. He snickered menacingly. Fucking hell, it was the most erotic thing you've ever seen. The hand that was on your neck was suddenly stuck down the base of your throat, your sweet saliva coating his fingers as you sucked on them wantonly. You gagged as his fingers explored deeper, inch by inch.

"Gagging already?" He questioned with a face of mockery. The dick was mocking you. You nodded briefly even though the question didn’t really harbour an answer, it was all so..engaging.

'How long were you going to keep that dirty little secret from me? Ex-boyfriend? Really? You're cold.’

Tears were flowing down your face now and he could only relish in the way he's got the stuck-up bratty bitch in as of this moment.

‘You're gagging from just my fingers; I haven't even put my cock in your mouth yet. I've got you in such a state, I mean look at yourself, crying from nothing.’ His eyes were transfixed on you at the way you deepthroated his fingers with such difficulty. That perked him up, the fact that you were gagging from just his fingers, his ego was going through a frenzy. His hard cock twitched in his sweatpants.

You felt an undeniable emptiness from where his fingers used to be in your throat. Instead, his lips devoured yours, kissing at each other with carnal need and passion, tongues tangling together to lick at the sweetness of each other's wet mouths

You suddenly fell to your knees, adamant and freely embracing the idea of giving his cock the semblance of pleasure he's made you feel thus far. You can’t believe how wet you were at the idea of giving Stephen Strange a blowjob.

Your eyes raked up to contact his lust blown pupils, greeting him with the innocent doe fuck-me eyes in the process. From that look alone, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as a shuddering breath hitched in his throat. You pulled his cock from his sweats and you gawked at the way it just…sprung out and how…thick and veiny it was. The head was red and angry and had a bead of pre-cum sitting at the top of it.

"Don't be surprised you slut, we both know you'd end up in this position.’ He breathed and hummed under his breath. The use of the derogatory term made slick run down your thighs, making you a hot and sticky mess. Fuck him for being so good at this,

You couldn't wait to gnaw and lick at it. You ran your tongue along the underside of the vein and his body went limp. You spat on it and your perfect plump limps suckled on the head of his cock, Stephens hands nestled and pulled at your hair, his groans and whimpers and the smacking of your lips were all that were able to be heard in your apartment.

He couldn't take the teasing anymore. He used the control of your hair to bob you up and down on his cock and lather your saliva on him. The way he was controlling you, the way he was manhandling you was the most attractive part of it all.

You couldn’t hide it any longer, you wanted this man to control you, fuck you into oblivion, fuck you until you were crying.

Stephen thought you were too good at this, you had to be practicing. The whole jerk of your hands, the sloppy wetness of your spit coating his dick was nothing like he'd ever experienced before.

‘You did this to your ex, sweetheart?" He was actually wondering if you used to fuck him like this when you were with him. He didn't deserve you, your mouth, your heart, your abysmal attitude, the insane amount of compassion you had. Stephen wanted you all to himself. To his satisfaction you shook your head, then gagged on his cock as it hit the back of your throat.

Fuck, he needed to get you off before he came, he needed to be buried inside of your sweet pussy right now.

Before he could cum, he stood you up and you started panting and crying as your cunt made contast with his bare skin as he hoisted you up, you instantly wrapped your legs around his waist. He slotted his lips against yours and he could quite literally taste himself in the sweetness of your mouth, the combination made him moan into you, hard and fast.

He walked you to your bedroom and threw you onto the bed with no finesse and letting out a sharp yelp at the action. Stephen pulled at your ankles roughly so they could dangle from the edge of your double bed. He thought the desperate moan you let out was soul renderingly pathetic and so damn arousing. You're so fucking attractive and you don't even try.

"Stephen. In me. Now. You prick.‘ You whined breathlessly. You couldn't contain yourself anymore, you thought you were about to expiode with pure desire, the pull of your belly stressing you out.

His body nestled between your legs as his fingers palmed like an animal at your tits. Your nipples stood to attention as he flicked at the pebbled peaks and squeezed them desperately. Your fingers weaved in his salt and pepper hair, tugging on it to elicit a deep growl from the gutteral base of his throat.

"Shh. Be sweet. Be patient and l'Il give you what you want.‘ He cooed at your naked cleavage, his eyes flitting from your perky tits to the neediness of your eyes. The way your eyebrows meet together in pain from not being allowed your release as your head buried into the duvet could make him finish right then and there. It was like he's a teenager trying to get laid for the first time.

'Fuck me hard Stephen. Fuck me till I'm crying please. Please. I'm begging you. I'm begging-please.’ Your voice was all drawn out as you exhaled. You bit at vour lip to conceal the broken moan that was about to escape your throat. You'd never been in a state like this before, you were a puddle of need

The sudden declaration made Stephen halt in his tracks. It was in his blood to be arrogant. It was part of his nature but the fact he had you, here, right now begging him to fuck you was nothing short of a miracle, a revelation. He tugged off his sweats and boxers.

Stephen licked and sucked on your nipples, fondling with its counterpart every so often. He blew cold air on them while also leaving hickeys down your neck and at the fat of your tits.

‘You've been hiding these perfect tits from me.’ He remarked passionately.

As he slapped at your face, you didn't seem to expect it but mostly you didn't expect how hot it made you feel.

Oh Lord have mercy.

‘You like that? Of course, you do, pretty girl.’ another slap landed on your face as he tugged your ankles against him again.

He lifted your legs and placed them on his shoulders. Jesus, you've never tried this position before. Stephen's cock slapped against your lower stomach and you thought your brain was about to explode.

"Stephen! Oh, please. I can't- It won’t fit. Too big-!’ You whimpered as tears started meandering down your face again. Oh, he loved that, the sly smile that plastered his face just made everything that much satisfying.

‘You'll make it fit.’ He demanded authoritatively as if he was so sure you could take such a thing. His jaw ticked.

He cut you off before you could speak. Too drunk off of his presence to even string two words together.

'Look at you, there's nothing left in that pretty little head of yours. So cock drunk I bet your just reeling at the thought of me stuffing you full.’

Stephen guided the head of his cock through your soaked folds, he knew you were wet but not this wet. Jesus, you were soaked, and it was all because of him. The head landed on your clit and your whole body convulsed making your chest bounce. You let out a high-pitched whine due to his incessant edging but theres only so much you could take.

He didn't give you time to adjust as he rammed his thick cock into your slick pussy. You were screaming as he rutted his hips against yours. One hand squeezing the delicate flesh of your hips, nails digging harder and harder with each rough thrust; the other wrapped around your narrow throat. You thought Stephen was attempting to kiss you but instead his tongue licked at your pink lips and your tongues ended up knotting together in a tango of passion.

His thrusts were bordering on that delicious pain that your ex never gave you, it was so rough and so needy; like you would both die if you couldn't get the release you both needed. The only thing that could be heard was your high-pitched screams and whirpers and his deep-set moans and groans. It was something out of a five-star rated porno. The kind of cliché you've always wanted.

"Harder. Deeper. More.’ You whined against the base of his neck as your fingers dug into his scalp. Your hands started scratching at his muscular back like a wild cat. He couldn't believe how good that felt

'Harder? More?' Stephens thrusts started getting more erratic, your hair started sticking to your clammy cheeks as sweat encompassed both of you. It was all so filthy, so dirty.

Your whimpers were getting louder and more and more high pitched, short and breathy. You were so close to the brink of becoming completely undone, that coil wound that much tighter, and you knew he felt it. His cock hit the back of your cunt and it twitched. He was close too.

"Cum in me Stephen, cum in me. I need it please, I'm begging you.‘ You were cut off by a moan as he hit that spot that made you see stars within you. The pain, the friction between you was delicious.

This position allowed him to get deeper than ever, no man has ever been able to get as deep as Stephen was getting.

‘Oh fuckkkkkk, you drive me insane. So fucking crazy.’ He was losing his mind being inside you, he didn't know that you would feel this good. This wet. IT had his mind spinning in circles.

You came hard, harder than ever before. You saw white spots as the wash of euphoria and electricity coursed through your body and down your thighs and throughout your nervous system. Stephen also spurted inside you before he could fully take his cock out and release thick ropes of white onto your tits.

He planted a soft, chaste kiss on your lips as he collapsed beside you. You were both a panting mess. It took you both a moment to recollect your shortened breaths at such an intese workout. You traced your fingers on your tits to coat your finger with all of his cum that landed there, you slip it inside of your mouth and you could feel yourself being watched by him, completely enthralled at your demeanour. Your eyes both met in an infatuated gaze.

‘You taste good.’ You laughed at nothing as you both pulled yourselves up to the bed to rest comfortably.

You slung your leg across his body as his hand went to cradle the back of his head and the other to trace little shapes on the supple skin of your thighs.

‘I still haven't gotten to taste you yet.‘ Stephen stated as a smirk painted his face, you bit your lip and flushed bashfully.

‘When you earn it.' You challenged playfully. The after-sex haze was pure unfiltered bliss.

Your hair both a mess, yours wild and his loose strands sticking to his forehead. You both started at each other in silence. It was beautiful.

Your hand went to stroke his cheek softly, your thumbs tracing around his insanely defined cheekbone.

‘You're so good. Everything about you is just so good, it must be exhausting.‘ The way he whispered the last word knocked the air out of your lungs

‘You flatter me, Stephen. How does it feel to know that I never hated you? And that you were the object of my desires.' You a red flush dusted across your supple cheeks; the blush only added to that blissful after-sex moment.

‘Indescribable, truly.‘ He smiled as his hand raked up and down your thigh.

‘You're insatiable.’ You blurted. The way he isn't rolling oversleeping right now is truly the deal sealer.

‘How'd he lose you? How'd he let you get away?’ His eyes were dim with worry and inquisition; face serious for a moment, he was literally at a loss at how your ex would let you squeeze out of his grasp. Your eyes found his, both of you weren't even allowing a blink in between edgeways to disconnect your lingering gazes.

'He didn't hold me without hurting me. Well not in the way that I like.’ Your fingers toyed across the outline of his face, deftly feeling across his sharp jawline and to his perfectly groomed goatee.

‘What are you doing to me? Where have you been?’ He placed his hand on top of your hand thatlaid on his face and leaned his face to the side to kiss your hand. He took it off and then slotted his fingers between yours to softly hold your hand.

‘Waiting…for you.’ You replied instantly, your eyes going all doe and innocent. It was true but you just couldn't admit it to yourself, the fact that he was your hidden desire. Something that would make feel empty if you ever lost it.

‘You mean too much to me, and the fact that you could've been on that mission today and you could've hurt yourself scares me beyond comprehension.’ Worry was etched on his perfect features, genuine care was all that was present here and you were flabbergasted. Unsure on how to even respond.

'Let me help you Stephen, I'll take care of us if you'll let me. I can't stand by a just watch you on the field either. Let me in. Please.’ The soft please at the end is what did it in for him

‘Okay.’ He whispered and kissed your hand that was knotted in his. His smile lit up his eyes again in the way you adore and everything in that moment was perfect. Truly.

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i gave up at the end but the fact this is just porn is making me rethink my life.

#dr stephen strange #stephen strange smut #dr strange fluff #dr strange #dr strange angst #dr strange x y/n #dr strange x fem!reader

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Neighbor Next Door- Stephen Strange / Female OC

18+ | Minors please DNI

Summary: anna had always thought the doctor next door was attractive. and one interaction left her itching to get more of him.

Tags: age gap (25F & 40M), cheating (but not in the way you’d think), strong language, smut.

Chapter 1: 60 Seconds, Only

"you put a halt to an entire party because a 40 year old man told you to turn it down a little bit?" sam raised a brow, shaking his head.

anna crinkled her nose and shook her head, "why did he and now you, bring his age into this?"

"because, you're acting ridiculous" sam rolled his eyes. "what do you think he's gonna do? fall in love with a 25 year old girl while he's married and also 15 years older than you?"

"look, i never said i wanna be with him" anna sighed. "i can't help that i like him. he's just so hot"

sam opened his mouth to talk but shut it right up. he couldn't argue with that. the man was definitely hot.

"all i'm saying is" anna continued. "i'd just like some attention once in a while"

"fuck no" sam protested immediately. "no way. he's married."

"i said some attention. like distant looks and whatnot. i'm not asking to fuck him."

"still no. emotional cheating."

"that's bullshit" anna rolled her eyes. "you've never had a crush on anyone else outside of a relationship?"

"never strong enough to act on it" sam countered. "it's in your best interest to drop it"

"who’s asking anyone to act on it? that’s my whole point. passive attention isn’t acting on it."

“still no.”

“okay, prude” anna rolled her eyes.

"don't make me say it" sam warned and anna playfully smacked his arm.

“call me a slut, i don’t care.”

"can't you find someone your own age?" sam asked as they made their way to the bookstore.

"what? like jeff passed out on my couch last night?" anna asked pointedly. "sure. because guys my age are just so delightful"

sam was running out of arguments so he just changed the topic. he knew anna wasn't a home wrecker so he decided not to stress on it too much. she hated cheaters. she also talked a lot of shit that she really didn't mean pretty much 99% of the time.

...

so, sam wished he'd continued trying to put pressure on anna to keep it in her pants because her slut o' meter was about to break anytime and sam blamed himself.

it all started when sam walked out of her room one day while they were hanging out, watching anna frantically undress and put on a pink skimpy swim suit and grab a spray bottle, spraying her hair and body.

"uh, are we doing a photoshoot?" he piped up, causing her to jump. "perhaps, pre-wetting ourselves for the beach?"

"ew" anna crinkled her nose. "no, shut up. we got strange and palmer's mail, im gonna go return it to them"

"and then go join them in their pool?" sam raised a brow.

"no". that was the only explanation anna provided as she checked herself out in the mirror, fixing her hair.

she knew she couldn't just show up in a bathing suit acting like this is just how she dressed. so instead, the sheen liquid on her hair and body was going to give the idea that she'd just come from the beach.

"this.. might be a bit too slutty to show up at their door" anna murmured to herself.

"ya think?" sam joked.

anna grabbed a long, sheer chiffon from the floor and put it on before grabbing the envelope. "that should do.”

"yeah, that definitely helps" sam responded sarcastically but his friend was out of the door before he even finished the sentence.

anna rang the bell without a second thought. she didn't quite feel nearly as confident as she looked.

but she'd learnt from a young age to fake it, and now it came a lot more naturally to her. except for maybe when an insanely charming neighbor was involved.

when the door opened, she was met with soft green eyes and a polite smile.

"oh hey there, ms. palmer" anna flashed a smile, a little sad it wasn't stephen that opened the door.

"hi" christine smiled, appearing a little confused.

"oh um, i got your mail by accident, i guess" she started as she handed her the mail.

"food's ready babe" anna heard a lower register come up from behind christine and she felt her stomach flip.

heat flushed her cheeks as he showed up behind christine, his eyes falling on anna.

"oh thanks, love" she smiled at stephen. "she was just dropping off our mail."

anna waved a quick hello at stephen.

to ensure this visit wasn't short lived, she added, "and im really sorry about the party last saturday night. i'll remember to keep it down more often. and uh, thanks for being so nice about it.”

stephen quickly scanned anna as he gazed between the two. quick enough for her to not have noticed. almost as if to compensate, he wrapped his arms around christine, smiling over at their neighbor. "no worries"

christine just smiled and nodded in response and anna figured it was time to get out.

"have a good day, you guys." she smiled and backed away. "see you around"

"thanks for the mail!" christine smiled before closing the door.

"wish i could go to the beach today" christine said as she put the envelope into a small tray with the others, deciding to open it later.

"i know" stephen cleared his throat as he set the table for breakfast. "but duty calls."

"sadly" she smiled as she slid into her seat. "thanks, love.”

stephen was still a little smitten from the little interaction he'd had with their neighbor.

he was always respectful of women and he really didn't want to think about why anna had showed up at their door... looking like that.

was it just in his head? was he just being a sexist dickhead? or did she definitely have some reason behind showing up like that, especially after how their interaction went last night?

either way, stephen was definitely slightly turned on. just slightly. no one could do it for him like christine did. and he knew that the moment he glanced over at christine and a soft smile grazed his lips.

the two did some lovemaking before they left and stephen could definitely admit to himself that he imagined it was his neighbor beneath him, just for a small minute.

60 seconds, only.

...

sam should have also said something when wanda came over to bake some cupcakes and anna offered to take them to their neighbour, under the pretence of her starting to learn how to bake.

but wanda didn't protest, and so sam decided maybe it wasn't a deal big enough for him to say anything.

besides, anna was dressed in a cute yellow sundress. she didn’t look like she was dressed for seduction.

anna didn't want christine to grow suspicious for everytime she showed up at their door looking like a slut. besides, she did not want to be a homewrecker or make christine feel uncomfortable. she just really wanted to see stephen but she barely ever got to see him.

however this time, it was stephen who was shirtless when he opened the door. and what's worse? his body was sheen with sweat.

heat flushed to anna’s face the moment the door swung open.

and her eyes shamelessly dropped to his chest, her mouth going dry at the sight before her.

"oh um hi, doctor" she spoke softly, forcing herself to meet his eyes.

he had a small smirk on his face. fuck, had he noticed anna’s demeanour change? was he... proud of himself?

anna shook off the thoughts. she was reading too much into it because she was so insanely infatuated.

stephen honestly wondered if anna ever wore a bra? every interaction that he's had with her so far, he’d always been able to, see things. it’s not like he was ogling all the time. they were just always…there.

he also shook away those thoughts. that was none of his business. and he was probably just being a jerk to ponder over that.

"hi, neighbour" he smiled and nodded. "how's your thursday going?"

"great!" anna smiled. “um, so i recently started baking. and uh, well, sam's always going on about how i need to stop being a hermit and socialize more so i decided to bring my neighbours some of the cupcakes i baked?"

totally innocent visit and here stephen was, thinking like a fucking perv. he nodded with a soft smile and reached out to grab the tray from her. "those smell incredible, thank you so much. christine loves cupcakes."

anna smiled, her heart beat picking up. "oh wait, um, do either of you have a nut allergy?"

she felt so stupid now for not having thought about it before.

"nope" stephen smiled. "we're pretty much clear when it comes to food allergies. got lucky that way"

anna chuckled softly and nodded. "you sure did. hope you enjoy the cupcakes!"

once they said goodbye, and stephen closed the door, he began to think about what it was that drew him to his neighbour.

sure, objectively, she was definitely hot.

but it was just the sheer confidence she radiated, that always really got him. he liked strong women. that's why he ended up with christine.

besides, she was always incredibly sweet.

stephen wasn't too bothered by his feelings of attraction though.

it was just a harmless crush. maybe not even that. just a harmless infatuation. that's all. that couldn't possibly be a crime, could it?

...

sam realized he'd really fucked up when him, wanda and anna ended up at a party that stephen was also present at. and he realized anna was downright flirting with him. and he knew he had to pull her away before she acted more and more like an idiot.

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a/n: chapter one’s here!! guys!!!! i cannot fucking believe the positive reception this fic got from the prologue. i’m so excited that you all are also just as excited for this fic. chapters are gonna be getting longer and have more stuff happen so get excited!

also, i personally use the word slut as not a derogatory term, but as a simple word. i don’t see being slutty or being a slut as a flaw. which is why i use it so freely. but if that’s not for you, i acknowledge that.

but if you still wanna keep reading and want to be on a tag list, let me know!!

also, i forgot to add a 18+ warning on the prologue so any of you that started reading from the prologue are minors im so sorry i love you all but please dni 🫶🏼

anyway!! thank you guys so much for your support 💞

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lipstickmarks · 2 years

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✨ Blog Name Change ✨

stephensfcktoy ➡️ chrissyslipgloss

rip my old user, you were perfect for my slutty stephen strange era 🫡

chrissy cunningham stans, rise 🙏🏻🙇🏻‍♀️

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ironstrangeao3 · 2 years

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doctor boyfriend

by ishipjawnlock

Words: 1990, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Deutsch

Series: Part 1 of ironstrange oneshots

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer

Relationships: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Tony Stark & Stephen Strange

Additional Tags: Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Finger Sucking, exhibition kink, Top Stephen, Bottom Tony, tony is a fucking bottom idc, Slutty tony, they are dating, but no one knows, stephen is a tease, stephen is a cock block, kinda kinky idk, sorry im german, so this is in german, ironstrange aka my favs, i think i forgot how to write smut, stephen is fucking rich, Alternate Universe, Tony Stark is not Ironman, stephens hands are alright

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/40816869

#tony stark #stephen strange #ironstrange #fanfic #ao3

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sherlux · 2 years

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*wakes up from a six hour nap on the floor of the neurology suite. look at you sitting on the couch. blinks a few times to remember his place in space and time* Mornin’ gorgeous. *its 3 p.m. stupid, sleepy, slutty smile. slumps back. stares at the ceiling* Billy’s going to kill me for passing out in here. Wait, how long was I out? *checks wrist, watch isn’t there. most confused. seeing how far 3 hours of sleep will get you ends in nonsense and no he has not learned his lesson yet*

Morning handsome *chuckles* . Don’t worry I told Billy I’ll take care of you in here .

*gets up from couch and walks over to you to sit on my knees next to you *

You were sleeping for 6 hours Stephen . Not to creep you out or anything but you do look cute in your sleep Steph *blushes and looks away*

You didn’t eat anything you lil gremlin , I bought you some Chinese take out .

*leans over and moves your hair out of your face and looks at you*

Sooooo…… what terrific ideas do you have up in your head Doctor Strange *grins*

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jasmarie2600 · 2 years

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I’m hoping Stephen Strange/Doctor Strange is around for many more slutty, slutty years

#doctor strange #stephen strange #memes

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stark-strange-love2 · 2 years

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Stephen: Sex before marriage is a sin. Unless you do it doggystyle, cause all dogs go to heaven.

Stephen: follow me for more biblical loopholes!

#slutty stephen strange #ironstrange #Tony stark #Stephen strange #iron man #doctor strange #avengers #supreme family #supremefamily #marvel #mcu

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funkylittlebidiot · 3 years

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Stephen: real hoes don’t have Grindr they have LinkedIn

Stephen: who cares you “are a motor cycle rider looking for someone to ride (with) me”

Stephen: I want to know your exact job title so I can estimate your yearly income

#stephen strange #doctor strange #slutty Stephen strange #marvel #mcu #incorrect quotes #sugar baby Stephen strange

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salty-ironstrange-shipper · 3 years

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Tony: I’m not that short!

Stephen: Whatever, Tiny Stark.

Tony: *fumes*

*one hour later*

Tony, wearing an Iron Man suit and standing behind Stephen: Who’s short now?

Stephen: *turns around and looks at him* ...

Stephen: ...... unfgh

Tony: ... Stephen?

Stephen: unfhhh ... tall

Tony:

#incorrect-ironstrange #ironstrange #tony stark #stephen strange #slutty stephen strange #armor kink #iron man armor #i feel like i've said this before but i'll do it agai

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futureplayboibunnie · 1 year

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Reader and doctor strange are competitive rivals in the mystic arts, always testing each other, teasing, and trying to one up the other. During a fight with a real enemy, reader takes a blow that almost kills her, forcing Stephen realize how much he cares for her. After reader is all healed up, immediately after the fight, Stephen and reader have some really rough “almost died, but somehow survived, reaffirming sex”.

‘Hex’

Dr Strange x fem!reader

I LOVE THIS IDEA THANK U SMMM NONNIE HOPE I DID U JUSTICE <3

SLUTTY SMUT SLUT SO MDNI

Maybe it was your inability to take criticism, maybe it was your incessant whining, maybe it was yout lack of respect regarding authority figures, maybe it was because…you were better than Stephen.

You were good, a natural flair, picking up spells and rituals like a seasoned pro and it rattled Stephen's nerves as well as angering him beyond all degrees. You practised all those spells and rituals through illigitimate means of course, sneaking glances and pages from prohibited spell books way above your level. Stephen hated your undying need to break all the rules. You never played fair.

Starting your training around the same time, you immediately pitted yourselves against each other like two animals at a rotting carcass. You were both dying to be better, to do better and to prove your competence but you just had to play and fight dirty. You constantly tested his patience through embarrassing him; quick flicks of your fingers ended up in Stephen having his cloak disappearing, his sling ring stolen, and to top it all off, his belt. He wondered why you always took his belt. When he inevitably notices, he turns his head to see you leaning in a corner with a dirty smirk plastered on your face and he hated seeing you so smug.

An instance that did leave him more annoyed than usual was when he caught his stare lingering longer than it should have.

—-

Stephen thought he'd tear a page out of your book and practise one of the spells that was limited to the Sorcerer Supreme only. It was late at night, far too deep into the darkness for anyone else to be awake at such an hour. His face canvased side to side in the library and it was ambiently lit by a few lanterns and candles, no one was here. Stephen traced the ridges of the spine of the ancient spellbook, he opened the sheets, sat down and began reading.

'It's 2am and you're still not out of your robes?'

Stephen darted his face upward and found you leaning on the door frame, arms crossed condescendingly. His mouth dried slightly as he found you wearing nothing but an oversized shirt. Nothing underneath. He slammed the book shut in response.

'Whatcha reading?' You smiled, sauntering over to him. You snatched the book instantly from his hands.

'Hey, give it.' Stephen stood up to try and pry it away from your greedy little hands but all you could shoot him was a knowing look. You tiptoed away from him and he followed you like a lost puppy.

'Ohhh Spells of Sorrow, Hexxing and Obsession. That's a little above your paygrade.’ You insulted as you read the contents; you'd practiced these spells before but never on another person, to find that Stephen was about to break a sneaky little rule thrilled you. Rich boy turned rebellious. He grasped the book from you again and you peered up at him like an inquisitive annoying child. God if only he knew you were flirting with him, even though the man was a genius he was so oblivious to your ministrations. You hated him but you couldn't help but flirt with him because it winds him up like no other.

'As if you haven't done the same." He shot back at you.

'Touché.’ You inched closer to him, he turned his head and his eyes couldn't help but be cast down to your bare legs. Stephen felt like he was seeing something he wasn't meant to see.

'What are you doing wandering around?' He asked.

'Couldn't sleep, heard some rumbling from my room. You?'

'Trying to beat your ass at spell casting.' He half joked but he was dead serious on wanting to be better than you but it was proving to be quite a challenge.

'What, with this?' Your bready eyes latched onto the book he was still holding onto, your mitts held onto it instantly again. 'You trying to "'sorrow'' me to death?' The push and pull of it all really messed with his head, you two were pulling on the book like two children wanting the same toy.

'Let go.' Stephen warned but you instinctively ignored it.

'You first.' You strained.

As you were inching away from Stephen, you thought you'd gained the upper hand the way a sly smirk was toying on your lips but with one swift tug, Stephen pulled you and you collapsed into his chest. You blinked up dumbly at him once your eyes met his. His stare was anything but welcoming, though he did look confused the way his eyebrows creased. He wondered what would happen if he let go of the book and wrapped his arms around your waist instead.

It definitely would be one way to get you compliant.

To your dismay, Stephen stepped back and let you go. You regained your composure once more and shook the feelings you had for Stephen off.

"Sleep. Now.' He demanded sternly and you weren't in the mood for fighting.

‘Fine.' You made your way back to your room and left him alone in the library once again.

———

You were dreading the mission the day promised. You and Stephen would inevitably test each others patience and you would make it your own personal mission to tease him out of his focus, something that he despised was being out of focus.

You were tampering with grounds that daren't be crossed.

'You remember what we need to do?'

'Quick recon. Kill bad guys, save hostages blah blah blah. I've got it Stephen.' You huffed, you were so tired of Stephen never trusting you and seeing you as his perpetual enemy even though you were on the same team. He saw you as heartless when all you cared about was saving the hostages and ensuring their safety.

Stephen twirled his fingers to form a portal and you shoved yourself through it, the building was metallic, cold, echoey and spacious. It felt very unwelcoming to yours and Stephen's presence. Your ears quirked at the pained groans and muffles of the people you assumed were the hostages that were caught up in all of this. You and Stephen split up to canvas the building and to find them; dead end after dead end until you found them in one of the cold rooms...they were.. kids?

This changes everything. There was more at stake now. They couldn't be more than 7 or 8, blinking up at you in fear as they were huddled in a corner. One of the boys stood up and made his way to stare up at you vacantly.

'Are you going to hurt us?' The boy questioned blankly, it looked like he'd seen a ghost- even his eye colour was pale.

'Stephen!'

He rushed his way to where you were, only to have his mouth open in shock at what he was witnessing. Stephen didn't know how to deal with a situation as sensitive as this, he didn't know how to handle children and the fact that their lives were in his hands made an unnerving shiver course through his shoulder blades.

'Oh God.' He sighed through a mumble, eyes heavy in the pressure all of this amounted to.

'No, no, honey. We're hear to rescue you. We'll get you safe, just hold on.' You bent down to whisper softly at him before ultimately perching him up in your arms and carrying him so his head was on your shoulder.

'Stephen we need to get them to a hospital now, they're all so malnourished and thin...they haven't eaten in days.' This was the first time Stephen noticed how concerned your face was, most times you'd never let these missions get to you but it seemed that your soft spot was children. He cocked his head and he studied how well you were interacting with them.

You gave Stephen a hard look and he was just staring at you like an idiot, even more so when you handed him the kid to hold. His eyes darted from you to the kid and he felt so lost in his mind he couldn't register any of his surroundings.

You swirled your hands and conjured a portal to a nearby hospital, Stephen slowly pushed the boy he was holding through the portal to ensure everyone that it was safe to enter. The nurse that was witnessing all of this happened gasped as she dropped her clipboard, she gathered the other nurses to collectively round up all the children and help them. Once you ushered everyone through the nurse mouthed a 'thank you' as you closed the portal.

Stephen gawked at you in pure awe. He'd never noticed this sort of compassion you were able to harbour for other people before. His moment was ruined however as he heard the static of a walkie talkie. 'Backup we need backup, the building has been breached.’

A gunfire ripped through the air before Stephen could attack the goon. His reaction time was too slow. Stephen conjured a knife in his hand and flew it at his chest, he was on the floor bleeding in half the time. What Stephen failed to notice was that you were leaning on his side. Bleeding out.

He shot at you. A bullet was planted above your chest and Stephen's face paled at the influx of information. You heard the shuffling of feet and immediately feared the worst, your eyelids were heavy with pain and your body was failing you already. You felt weak as the blood seeped through your skin.

'We need to go..back. Now.' You breathed out raggedly and for once Stephen listened to you. He pushed you through a portal so you were back at the Sanctum and you had never been more relieved to see the ancient walls.

You were latched onto Stephen's arm and you had never realized how thick his bicep was, you were sure the blood was rushing out of your head the way you felt so woozy. He rushed you into his room and you were stunned at the artifact adorned walls and the abysmal amount of clasical literature his room had. No one was ever allowed in his room...you felt incredibly special at such treatment. He placed you down on his bed and all you could do was let out a pained grunt, the gaping hole that was inhibiting your flesh made you see specks of white in your eyeline. Until everything turned black.

Once Stephen had made the bleeding stop and patched you up, he was pacing his room. The mere thought of you not waking up made his heart dip and twinge in pain. He was out of his robes now, it had been so long until he heard your voice; he changed into something comfier.

A startled gasp escaped from your throat and Stephen's eyes were fixed on you, hoping to dear God that you were okay. Your palm met your forehead as you perched yourself up and grunted in pain, your eyes were bleary from sleep and once you opened them.. your periphery was Stephen, a worried expression was etched all over his face. What a weird sight to wake up to.

'You're awake.' Stephen commented.

'Shit, what time is it?' You mumbled.

'It's 11 at night. You've been out for three hours.' Stephen sat at the foot of the bed to gaze at you. Your eyes widened as the strain of your mind started to wain away.

'Are the kids okay?' Your voiced wavered in worry as paled eyes met his, a weird kind of energy swang through the air and it made him feel uneasy in your presence. Probably because he's seen you at your most vulnerable. No one had seen you like this...except for him.

'They're still at the hospital, they're fine.' Stephen's heart warmed at your sigh of relief.

The intense eye contact and the immense silence made you view him in a different light, his eyes were soft in his gawk and his eyebrows weren't creased. It confused you to why he was so worried about you when he made his distaste for you very clear. Stephen's eyes fell to your lips, they were parted now as your head cocked to the side. You always made this face when you were about to say something insulting.

'You're not good with kids, are you?' You winced. Even when there's a literal hole in your body you still found it in yourself to flirt with him.

'Never thought about having any.' He replied softly.

'Maybe we could make some.’ You blurted without thinking, creasing your eys playfully. He caught a glimpse of your pearly whites gnawing at your bottom lip and he couldn't help but smirk as he stood up from his seat.

'You just got shot, sweetheart.' He quirked his eyebrow up at you, unnoticing of the pet name he just called you...it just came out.

Sweetheart? Your insides gushed at the pet name and you thought that maybe. just maybe...you were starting to crack through him.

'I'm fine.' You shot back, staring up at him through challenging eyes as he was beginning to fawn over you.

'I'm not. You could've....I didn't save vou from it-' Stephen cut himself off as if the rememberence of the memory wounded him, the light flashing from your eyes and the soak of blood everywhere pained him more than anything. He didn't care for you...he was just sympathetic...wasn't he?

'If it wasn't for you I would be dead Stephen, cut yourself some slack. Is this your twisted way of making me feel sorry for you?'

'No.' He huffed out a laugh and the silence became tangible once more.

A delicious idea pinged in your mind.

"Can I use your bathroom?' You asked him.

"Uh, yeah sure.’

You stood yourself up and sauntered to his en suite with an undeniable pep in your step before locking yourself in. Stephen groaned and plopped to the side of the bed that was facing the en suite; his elbows planted into the tops of his legs as he buried his face in his hands, waiting for you like a dog with a bird at thedoor. You stared at yourself in the mirror, his bathroom was finely crafted with gold and marble trims and it was so irrevicably Stephen.

You felt so worn out. Undoing your hair from its confines, a wild mane cast down from your scalp and you ruffled it out with the tips of your fingers. Undoing your layers of clothing, the bareness of your skin was becoming increasingly prominent bar from your bra and panties. You just wanted to let Stephen know that you were okay and there was only one way to show him that. You shimmied your underwear down your legs and unclasped your bra and left the two articles of clothing as a present for only him to find. With a sly smirk, you left them in his cologne drawer. Your nerves were wiring out as your hand found the door handle. You finally gave in and swung it open.

It took Stephen a second to register what was going on as he was completley absolved in his own thought, his head darted up and his eyes were immediately fixated on you. A plague of realization hit his face as hard as a brick, his mouth dried and popped open slightly at the mere sight of you, the wound adorning your skin like a bejweled battle scar. You made your way towards him until you were standing right infront of him. His eyeline was just your body, until his eyes connected with yours. The big vast blue blinking up at you like a dumbfounded idiot as he was unsure as to what was going on; your fingers traced the outline of his face and the pad of your thumb soothed the skin of his cheek.

'I'm okay. Really. I just want to show you I am, Stephen. Can I?' Your voice was as sweet as honey and your touch was as soft as velvet. You sat yourself on his lap and he let his arms wrap around you. His hot laboured breath was fanning your cheeks as you cradled his face in both hands.

'I don't know if I can live with myself if I let you get hurt again.' He whispered.

Your heart twitched in pain at the sentiment, the fact that there was so many bubbling feelings brewing between you two made your brain turn to mush. Your fingers had a mind of their own the way they travelled to his zipper.

"Shh please. Just let me show you how much I want you.' You breathed desperately, eyebrows tensing in pure need. He reached behind his back to rid himself of his shirt as your hand tugged his cock out of his pants and boxers.

The breahtless gasps that were escaping Stephen's throat was like music to your ears, your slender hands rubbed the aching fleshthat was growing between his thighs. Stroking him and smearing the pre cum that was sitting at the tip made him lose his mind. The fact that you had his hands on him by any means was driving him mad and. he was seriously stifling the urge to take control but no, you were reaffirming him...you were treating him. Stephen stopped your hands from working their magic as he shattered his lips on yours, eyes screwed shut and mouths fastened together like you would both die if you let go. Your mouth tasted like heaven, so warm and inviting. Honeysuckle and crushed cherries, a potent and heady combination he found himself drying to taste more.

Tongues banding together, the sloppy wet kisses were becoming more desperate and needy the way Stephen's hands were tugging at your hair.

'I need you so bad.' He muttered against your lips, eyes heavy and clouded by desire. You ruffled up his once neat salt and pepper hair.

Enough was enough, you wanted him in you. Mounting yourself on him, his cock slid into you through the wetness that was evident since he called you sweetheart. He groaned in tense pleasure in addition to the crease of his brows. You moaned into his skin as you began slowly grinding yourself onto him. Sex had never felt this sensual and intimate to him before. The intertwining of the hatred and the pining made this moment even more intoxicating. His cock was ramming into you as you slowly bounced on him, the prolonged eye contact was intense and unwavering and made him that much more needy for you- the fact that you were both so desperate to make each other feel so good.

'Dear God- you're so...Stephen!' You could barely string a sentence together you were fucking each other so well. His fingers pulled at your hair relentlessly.

'It was like you were made for me.' Stephen let out a gutteral groan and the admission made a rush of adrenaline swing through your body, you finished on him with a scream and doing that made him follow suit. Your body convulsed and it was all because of him. The mere image of him was like a potent drug.

You were both breathing out like panting animals, your eyes were cast down as you giggled at the fact he was still in you. He smiled at such a sweet reaction.

‘What?' He tried to stifle his shit eating grin.

"You sure you didn't hex me with that spellbook?' You bit your lip bashfully and it made Stephen have stars in his eyes

'You're asking me that while I'm literally still inside you?'

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#dr stephen strange #dr strange angst #dr strange fluff #dr strange x fem!reader #dr strange x y/n #stephen strange smut #dr strange smut #stephen strange

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