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ironstrange1991 · 1 year

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Surrender

+18 Smut

Pairing: Defender!Strange x Fem!Reader (Established relationship)

Synopsis: After waking up from a particularly good dream, Y/n asks Stephen to take control for one night leading her to completely surrender to him.

Word Count: 5,8k

Warnings: Male domination, oral sex with male receaving, deep throat, hair pulling, toy play, cum eating, over stimulation, squirting, consensual rough p in v sex, creampie.

A/N: I've been obsessed with the idea of having a more dominant Defender Strange fic for quite some time. I finally managed to write it and I am very happy with the result. Really hope you like it as much as I do.

You woke up with the sound of your alarm and ran to turn it off. You were having one of those dreams about Stephen where he treated you completely differently in bed. You had been having those dreams for a while now, but that morning it had been so intense. You sighed, passing your hand over your face and when you turned around you noticed that Stephen was still sleeping next to you, which was rare. Usually, he leaves the house long before you woke up.

You smirked to yourself and crawled into his arms, touched his face gently so as not to startle him and called out to him. "Baby...wake up. It's already 7am."

He sighed, shifting on the bed and squeezing you in his arms "I told Wong that I would be arriving later today." He replied in a husky voice full of sleep, his eyes still closed.

You hummed contentedly seeking his lips and kissed him gently but deepened the kiss with passion. He moaned softly into your lips. His hand cupping your face.

"Good morning" You said as you broke the kiss, but you continued to give small kisses on his lips.

"It's always a great morning when I get to wake up with you in my arms, baby." He said then yawned lazily.

You smiled nuzzling your face in his.

"Hm, I was thinking since it's Friday we could let Kate sleep over at my parents' tonight. That way we'll have the house to ourselves. What do you think?"

Stephen hummed and gave another long yawn "Great idea. Sounds like you have something in mind for tonight, may I know what it is?"

You bit your bottom lip. "I had one of those dreams again. This one was really nice."

"Want to tell me about it?"

You smiled feeling your cheeks getting hot but decided to tell him.

"I was on my knees and you were making me suck your cock."

Stephen smirked "Seems very nice indeed."

"I want that, Stephen. I want you to bring me to my knees and take control tonight. You can do that for me, can't you?"

He looked surprised by your request, but he also seemed very pleased. "If that's what you want, of course I can."

You smirked and climbed over him, passing your leg around his hip. "I keep having these dreams, you're always so controlling in them."

He hummed, caressing your face. "And you like that?"

"I do. I want that. I want you to get me on my knees and fuck my throat. I want you to put me in my hands and knees and fuck me hard, Stephen. I want you to use me like I'm your favorite sex toy and not your wife."

You barely realized that you had started to grind your hips on his bulge that was growing with every word you said. He gripped your hips with both hands and tilted his head up to kiss you. "I can do that." His voice sounded full of need. "Fuck, baby, but we don't have time for this, now." He stated, but his hands started rocking you back and forth in his hardening shaft. It wasn't like he wanted you to really stop."

"Tell me you're gonna fuck me hard, baby. Tell me you're gonna use my body and fuck me like a whore."

You ignored the look of disapproval on his face for using that word and literally started humping his covered cock, the fabric of his boxers doing little to contain his hard on. He moaned surrendering to the moment "Wait, baby, let me get inside you, let me fuck you..."

You tsked "You just said we don't have time for that, baby." You said leaning on his chest and increasing your pace and feeling your orgasm approaching.

His hands tightened on your waist and he moaned softly, his mouth went agape, totally surprised at your boldness. You came moaning loudly and collapsing into Stephen's chest shortly after.

You could hear your heart pounding in your ears, your breathing was ragged, but you felt so satisfied. And to think that just the thought of what he could do to you had put you in that state.

Stephen's hands released your hips and he wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. You could feel him pulsing beneath you.

"You want me to take control, but you need to hand it over to me, baby."

You shook your head, nuzzling your face in the small amount of hair in his chest. "I know. I got carried away. But tonight I'm all yours to do whatever you want to me."

You felt his cock throb beneath you and you knew he was enjoying the idea.

"Deal" He cupped your face making you lift your head to kiss him and then you both heard the sound of footsteps running in the hallway towards your room and then an insistent knock on the door.

"Mommy, Daddy, breakfast!"

You were forced down quickly from your high and rolled onto your side giggling to see Stephen use magic - something he hated to do - to dress the two of you in your pajamas. You sighed, hugging the pillow lazily.

Stephen unlocked the door with a gesture of his fingers and Katherine ran into the room, climbing on the bed and jumping on top of her father who had very little time to recover from the state in which you left him.

"Daddy, why the door was locked? You say no locked doors at this house." She said and you couldn't help but let out a small giggle. She was so smart, and she was so much like her father.

"I must have forgotten, baby, I'm sorry. Now come over here and kiss me good morning." He pulled her into his arms squeezing her and kissing her exaggeratedly making her squirm and giggle "Daddy, it tickles." she protested.

"May I know why you are up so early, little girl? You don't have school today." You asked and she got off her father's lap, crawling into your arms. You hugged her and kissed her on the cheek.

"I woke up with a noise. A very loud and strange noise. I got up and went to see what it was, but there was nothing in the hallway."

You smiled looking at Stephen.

"It must have been the plumbing in the house, Baby. You know our house is really old, it makes weird noises sometimes." He explained, but Katherine wasn't convinced.

"I don't think it's the plumbing, mommy, I think it's a ghost."

You squeezed her in your arms "Well, if it's a ghost, it's a very silly ghost. You know why? Because it doesn't know that Daddy's job is to fight monsters." You said looking at Stephen proudly.

He smiled "Mom's right, if it's a ghost I'll find it and I'll send him far away. Okay, sweetie?"

She nodded in agreement and then got off the bed grabbing her father's hand and pulling him to get up "Daddy, I want breakfast now."

Stephen stared at the clock on the bedside table and then looked at you "I'm going to be late baby. Do you make her breakfast?"

You didn't even have time to answer.

"No, daddy, I want you to, please, please."

You smirked "Looks like Wong is going to have to fend for himself this morning."

Stephen sighed and sat down on the bed. He opened the bedside table drawer looking for a hair tie that apparently wasn't there.

"Here" You held your arm out to him. The hair tie you'd pulled out of his hair last night was still on your wrist.

"Thank you, love." He quickly tied his hair in a messy bun and stood up. Katherine pulled him out of the room. "It must be a very silly ghost, daddy, because he was making a lot of noise..."

You sighed staring at the ceiling for a second hearing their voices drifting away and your chest filled with love. You were so lucky to have them in your life.

You took a shower and got ready for work quickly and when you went down to the kitchen, you found Kate having breakfast and still chattering about that ghost.

You accepted the cup of coffee Stephen handed you and took a good look at him. You loved to see Stephen dressed in his red and black robes, or in the fancy suits he was used to wear, but what really took your breath away was seeing him like that: barefoot, wearing pajama bottoms, shirtless, and with messy hair. He looked gorgeous.

"The nanny should be here by now, shouldn't she?" Stephen asked snapping you out of your contemplation state.

"She won't come today. We'll have to drop her off at my mom's. Can you do that for me, baby? Now I'm the one running late."

Stephen nodded and then ran to hurry Kate "Come on baby, daddy needs to get you ready to take you to grandma's house."

"Am I staying at Grandma's today? yay!"

You finished your coffee and gave Stephen a quick kiss on the lips. "Don't forget what we agreed." You reminded him.

"I won’t." He said with a smirk.

"Bye Sweetie" You kissed the top of Kate’s head.

"Bye, mommy."

...

Stephen helped Katherine get dressed and styled her hair into a high ponytail. He packed her things into her backpack.

"You're sleeping over at Grandma's tonight, baby." He said and she grinned from ear to ear "Really? I love sleeping at Grandma's house. She lets me watch a lot of TV and eat sweets."

Stephen giggled.. Katherine's grandmother was the definition of a cool grandma and as such she loved spoiling her granddaughter. "So you'll be happy sleeping there?" He asked, placing the backpack on her back.

"Yes daddy, I will be very happy."

He smiled giving her a kiss and then opened a portal to the living room of Charlotte's house. She was distracted by her embroidery and lifted her head to greet him. "Oh, hi, Stephen."

Katherine stepped through the portal and ran into her grandmother's arms.

"Good morning, Charlotte. Y/n asked me to leave her with you. The nanny couldn't come today."

Charlotte smiled. Kate was already sitting on her lap. "She called me to let me know. I'd love to have this young lady keep me company."

Stephen nodded "She's staying the night. I've packed everything she needs in her backpack, but if you miss anything, call me."

Charlotte nodded. "Okay. Have a good day saving the world, Stephen."

"Bye, Daddy."

"See you tomorrow, sweetie. Thank you, Charlotte."

Stephen closed the portal and went back to his room. It was past 8am. He showered, dressed and headed for the Kamar Taj.

The day was longer than he thought it would be and the hours dragged on. It probably had to do with the fact that no matter what he did he couldn't stop thinking about you and all the things you said to him in the morning and the anticipation for the night.

Dreams were nothing new to Stephen. He was used to dreaming about you, sometimes it was just normal dreams, other times he dreamed of other versions of you having totally different lives. He couldn't say for sure, but after the experience he had with the multiverse, he was almost certain that those dreams were actually visions of his other multiversal lives. It was intriguing, sometimes frightening, but he didn't care.

Apparently, you were having the same dreams too and their effect on you was being rather peculiar, but Stephen couldn't say he didn't like the idea.

Stephen liked being in control in bed, but he liked submitting to you much more. It was a reversal that made sense to him. He was always in control of everything, at least in bed he wanted things to be different and they were. You took control perfectly and he loved every second of it. If there was one thing Stephen couldn't complain about, it was his sex life. Even after eight years together, three dating and five married, things were still as intense as in the beginning.

He glanced at the clock once more anxious to be able to leave. Stephen couldn't deny that seeing you so needy for him in the morning saying all those things did things to him. He spent the whole day with the image of you kneeling before him in his head and as much as he hated to admit it, he had to run away in the middle of the day to jerk off because he couldn't wait to get home and it was affecting his concentration.

When he finally finished work it was after 6pm and he went home in a hurry. He expected to beat you to it and was pleased to find that he had made it.

He went upstairs to his room and took a shower to get rid of the day's heat and sweat and dressed in fresh pants and robes. If you were going to get on your knees it would be to Doctor Strange and not your husband. He smiled at the idea as he combed his hair and tied it back into a ponytail.

He came down to wait for you and picked a book from the library to read. He sat in his favorite armchair and became absorbed in his reading.

You arrived half an hour later. Some groceries bags in hands. You took them to the kitchen and came back, only then noticing his presence.

"Hey." You walked over and he reached out to you, patting his thigh for you to sit down. You smiled, obeying.

"How was your day?" You asked.

"Tiring. It's actually been a very difficult day and it's your fault."

You stared at him blankly.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you. All the things you said to me this morning. All that indecency. You ruined my day. All I wanted was to come home and punish you for it."

You gave him an open smile "I'm sorry."

He shook his head "You're going to have to do a lot more than just apologize, baby."

You practically purred at him. He could see how it moved you and he was also enjoying it more than he thought he would.

"What I need to do?”

He caressed your face lightly and then cupped your chin "Go up stairs, take a shower and wait for me in bed."

You nodded obediently.

"And one more thing: tonight I am not your husband. I am Doctor Strange and you will call me so. Do you understand?"

You shook your head biting your lower lip.

"Now go and be ready when I come up."

He watched you go up the stairs. He had a mischievous smile on his lips. Stephen was enjoying this. Really, really enjoying it.

He decided to torture you a bit so he took his time reading and then he locked the Sanctum and checked all the seals slowly and then, after thirty minutes, he went up stairs.

...

You knew Stephen was enjoying torturing you. It was the only plausible explanation for the delay. You showered and got ready in fifteen minutes and since then you've been sitting on the bed impatiently waiting for him. You had no idea what to expect. Stephen had drawn a very definite line on some issues and you knew better than to make him do something he wouldn't like. But at the same time, he seemed very involved in this fantasy of yours, more than you'd expect.

You felt your body shiver with excitement when you heard footsteps in the hallway and then Stephen entered the room and closed the door behind him. He looked at you, his eyes lingering on your breasts covered only by a sheer bra.

He went to the closet and came back with your box of toys and you knew that was going to be good.

"Come here" He asked patting the mattress and you sat at the foot of the bed waiting for the next instructions.

"Lay down"

You obeyed and he took his hands to the waistband of your panties, pulled them to your knees and put two fingers inside you, testing you. He hummed to himself and took one of the vibrators from the box, smeared it with lube and slowly eased it inside you.

You moaned softly at the sensation. He didn't choose one of the smaller ones. He wanted to see it stretching you and going all the way to the bottom.

He pulled your panties back on and then grabbed the vibrator's remote and turned it on. You felt your entire body tremble with the sensation, and you let out a groan which drew a cocky smile from his lips. It wasn’t any toy he had chosen. It was a thrusting vibrator you had used only once. He took a few steps back away from the bed and then ordered "Get on your knees for me."

You could have sworn you'd be able to cum just from the way he said those words. His authoritative voice was so sexy. However, obeying him wasn't exactly the easiest task. Not when he had stuffed you with that vibrator, but you managed to do it anyway. You were loving seeing that side of Stephen and you would do anything to please him.

The corners of his lips curled up in a smirk at the sight of you on your knees before him and you knew that was the image that had been playing in his head all day. He touched your face gently.

"You're so fucking pretty. You know that?"

You bit your lip to contain a moan as he used the remote to increase the thrusts. He tsked "Don't hold back, baby. You can be loud. There's nobody home. Let me hear you."

You moaned loudly, your hips moving into nothingness trying to find some relief.

"Look at you, so needy for me, uh. I bet you're dying to have my cock instead of that toy. Isn't that right?"

You shook your head vehemently.

"I know, but you need to earn it first. Tell me what you have to do to earn what you want."

You swallowed the saliva that had gathered in your mouth just with the glimpse of the idea in your head. "I have to suck your cock."

"Uh hm, but first you have to ask for it, and you have to do it right."

You nodded "Can I suck your cock, please?"

He shook his head. "You forgot something very important."

You moaned loudly again as he increased the level of the thrusts once more."

"This toy has ten different levels of thrusting. Every time you do something wrong, I'll raise a level." His words sounded like a threat, and you nodded in agreement.

"Ask again."

"Can I suck your cock, please, Doctor Strange?"

He nodded "Of course you can, baby."

You hurried to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, finally freeing his cock from his boxers and gripping him tight. He was so hard and throbbing. Precum leaking through his slit. You couldn't contain yourself, before putting it in your mouth you needed to lick it, taste it on your tongue. And that's what you did, cat-licking his head and then running your tongue down his length, eliciting a heavy sigh from him as you maintained eye contact.

"No teasing, baby." He scolded you and once again increased the level of the thrusts. He was on level four. It was the maximum you'd used yet and you didn't know if you could handle it if it kept increasing. It felt too much, you could feel your lubrication building, your panties completely soaked. The wet sounds of the toy fucking your cunt felt so obscene.

You put his cock in your mouth and started to bob your head all over its length and that made him exhale satisfied. He brought one hand up to your head, grabbing a handful of your hair and to your surprise he started pushing, to move your head into his cock, making you take him deeper every time until he was on your throat.

"Just like that, baby. Let me use your throat. If feels so tight."

You relaxed your throat as much as you could and let him guide you. He started slowly and gradually increased his pace. You were used to go deep throat on him, but you were always the one in control. That was totally different, and you were loving every second of it and at the same time the thrusts of your toy were making you see stars. You could feel that you were close, and you didn't even notice when you took one of your hands between your legs and started to rub your clit over your panties, but then he released your head and pulled out of your mouth.

"I didn't give you permission to touch yourself, did I?"

You shook your head whimpering as he pressed the button and turned the thrusts to level five. He went back to fuck your throat.

You were surprised and overwhelmed and there were tears running down your face, but at the same time it felt so good. He was making you feel so good and you were so close.

He brought both hands to your head, moving you on his cock in the rhythm he wanted. He wasn't rough exactly, but he definitely wasn't being gentle.

"Fuck, baby, it feels so good. I think I'm gonna cum in your mouth."

You whimpered again and he let out a breathy chuckle. "You wanna cum too? You can cum. Cum in your panties for me. Make a mess."

He increased his pace, going deep again, fucking your throat and moaning, groaning, completely lost in his own pleasure.

"This is so good, baby. I'm enjoying this a lot." He groaned thrusting against your throat and then he stopped. "Fuck, take it, baby, take my cum."

You felt his hot and huge load going down your throat and that was too much for you. You came in your panties.

He pulled out. Cum dripping down your chin. "That's right, love. Show me how much you're loving this."

You moaned softly coming down from your high and were grateful when he turned off the toy. He caressed your face, wiping away your tears, and helped you get on your feet and remove your panties. He took the toy out of you and wiped your chin with his fingers and kissed you softly.

"Are you okay, baby?" He asked to check on you. You nodded and he sighed in relief. You knew he was apprehensive, probably afraid he'd been too rough on you. He was surprisingly rough, but not too much and you liked it. God, you loved it.

"I'm fine, Doctor Strange." You replied making a point of continuing where you left off. "Tell me, did I do well?"

He let out a breathy chucked "You did great, baby."

You unbuttoned your bra getting completely naked for him. "How do you want me now, Doctor?"

He touched your face and then you could see the change in his face. "Help me out of my clothes."

You immediately bent down to remove his boots, and took the opportunity to free him from his pants and boxers. You dared look at him from that position and god, he looked perfect looking down at you kneeling before him with that look so concentrated and so serious. He looked intimidating.

He held out his hand to help you up and you finished undressing him. He was completely hard again. If there was one thing you couldn't complain about, it was Stephen's stamina. His refractory period was almost non-existent. The man was insatiable.

He cupped your face and pulled you to his lips pressing you against him. Your hands automatically went to his hair but he held them back. "You didn't ask to touch my hair, did you?"

You bit the inside of your cheek "Sorry. Can I touch your hair?"

He nodded and you hurried to remove the hair tie letting his hair fall loose over his shoulders. "God, you're gorgeous." You whispered more to yourself than to him. He smirked and touched your tit lightly with the back of his hand, catching a nipple between his middle and index finger. Unable to stop himself, he took the other nipple into his lips and began sucking on the hardened bud. You intertwined your fingers in his hair, tilting your head back and moaning. He brought his hand to your neck, holding you by the throat, and then he kissed you again.

"Turn around and put your hands on the bed." He ordered and you obeyed, making a point of tilting your hips high and wiggling your ass to tease him. You felt his warm hand on your ass cheek and for a second you thought he was going to slap you, but he just squeezed, feeling you.

He brought two fingers to your entrance and hissed, "You're outrageously wet, Y/n. Is that all for me?"

"Yes" You confessed rocking your hips in his fingers and groaning obscenely.

"Yeah? You want me that much?"

"Yes. Please, Doctor Strange. I need you."

He hummed "Tell me what you need. I wanna hear you saying."

" I need to feel your cock stretching me. I want you to ruin me, to fuck me hard, to use me like your..."

He interrupted you by entering you with a hard thrust that knocked the air out of your lungs.

He kept one hand on your hips and the other on your shoulder and kept his thrusts at a surprisingly fast and rough pace. He kept his eyes fixed where you met, fascinated with the ring of white that formed around his cock from your cum and arousal. He was pounding against you and it felt so delicious.

"Yes, yes, use me, Doctor Strange. I'm yours." You almost screamed the words. The sound of your bodies bumping against each other was so loud, it just wasn't any more obscene than the wet sound of his cock moving in and out of your cunt. You were literally dripping. Your lubrication running down your thighs as he fucked you.

"So fucking good." He groaned in between his moans and grunts "This pussy feels so fucking good."

He managed to increase his pace even more and held your hips with both hands pulling you against his thrusts and you could feel your legs starting to shake, your orgasm building inside you, but something felt different, more intense than usual.

"I'm gonna cum" You barely had time to say the words to warn him and your orgasm washed over you and you felt hot liquid running down your legs. Your legs almost gave out from the intensity of it all and you felt Stephen's arms pulling you against his body and wrapping you in them. He kept himself buried inside you. "Look at that baby. You made a mess." He said in your ear teasing you.

You whimpered babbling a few incoherent words and he pulled out and turned you to look at him "I know, baby. It felt too good, you can't help it, right?" He cupped your face and kissed you. "It's okay, I like it." He knelt surprising you. "Spread your legs for me. Let me taste it."

You complied and he dove between your legs licking your entire slit, nuzzling his nose in your clit in the process and you moaned feeling your legs tremble with the overstimulation. Your hands gripped his hair and he hummed contentedly flicking his tongue all around your buddle of nerves, which was already very swollen and sensitive. He kept a hungry pace, rubbing his beard all over your core, making a mess and reveling in your fluids. Drinking it all.

"Stephen... it’s too much."

He stopped reluctantly and got up. His face was all red and wet, his hair messy. He looked perfect. He run his hand over his beard. "Get on the bed and get on your hands and knees for me." He said and you ran to do what he said.

He came right behind you. He spat in his hand and took the saliva to the head of his cock and then entered you again. He held your hips in his hands and kept his thrusts hard and fast.

It was too much, it all felt too much, too overwhelming, but at the same time you didn't want him to stop, you wanted him to keep going and go faster and faster and when he managed to hit your most sensitive spot you let out a groan and began to move your hips against his thrusts allowing him to go deeper, to touch that sweet spot with more force.

"Right there, right there... Oh my god, it feels too good, don’t stop, please don’t stop, daddy."

He grunted in utter surprise at how you had referred to him, but as if spurred on by that, he increased his pace, practically pounding against you.

"You feel so fuck good, baby. Tell me how good I'm making you feel."

"It feels good, daddy, it feels good. Please I'm so close, daddy, please make me cum, please daddy."

He kept going, but you could feel it in the way his cock was throbbing and in his breathing that was getting more and more ragged, that he was close to his limit, and you were determined to push him into it.

"You wanna cum for me, daddy. You're gonna fill me with cum?"

"Is that what you want? To be filled with my cum?"

"Yes, please."

He took a hand to your hair and held it in a makeshift ponytail and pulled it making you tilt your head back and continued thrusting into you mercilessly. "Keep talking to me, then."

"Yes, cum for me, daddy, give me your cum, I wanna feel it inside me, please, please... make me cum daddy, daddy please."

Stephen gave two more thrusts and stopped completely moaning pornographically loud and you felt his cum filling your hole, his cock pulsing so hard inside you, pushing you towards your own release. It felt huge and warm and wet and it wasn't until you were coming down from your high that you realized you had squirted again.

You collapsed on the bed, but Stephen still wasn't satisfied, something about it all made him surprisingly insatiable. He flipped you over with your back on the mattress and slided between your legs and entered you again, thrusting fast and hard, cupping your face and making you look him in the eye. He knew it wasn't going to last but he didn't care, he needed it, he needed to come one more time and he needed you to see him doing it this time.

"Stephen... please... it’s too much." You plead beneath him and something between your cock drunk face and the tears streaming down your cheeks was the trigger he needed.

He hurried to pull out and came all over your stomach. He wanted you to see that mess. That you could see that he had marked you with his seed. That you were his.

Stephen was impressed with how that little role play had made him so feral for you. It was as if it had stirred his most primitive instincts: possession, control, jealousy and an uncontrollable desire. He couldn't complain though, he had loved every second of it and by the way he made you come three times, he assumed you had loved it as much or even more than he did.

He rolled onto his side on the bed letting his breathing return to normal and you lay there, staring at the ceiling with dreamy eyes and a wide smile on your lips. Your hair was all messed up, your body covered in sweat and your fluids. God, you looked gorgeous. Sometimes he could hardly believe you were his wife.

"Come here, baby" He held out his arms for you to snuggle in, but you hesitated.

"I better clean myself up first, or I'll make a mess of the sheets."

Stephen shook his head "More than we've done? Or rather than you've done?"

You smiled shyly and he saw your cheeks redden. So sweet. It didn't matter that you'd been together for so long, every time you'd squirted, you'd been charmingly embarrassed about it, like you'd done something wrong.

"You know men love that, right?" He asked cupping your chin gently and making you look at him. You shook your head, but didn't answer.

"In eight years, I've managed to make you squirt only four times, including both times tonight. Trust me, it's always special when it happens. And I like it. It makes me feel like I'm doing everything really well. No need to be embarrassed about it, okay?"

You nodded and moved slowly closer to him. His semen running down the sides of your body. You laid your head on his shoulder and he kissed your lips softly.

"Tell me, was it how you imagined?" He asked a little unsure. Deep down Stephen was worried that he had been too rough on you. You weren't used to that, but rationally he knew that if you didn't like it you would have asked him to stop.

"I loved it, and I think I made it ridiculously obvious, didn't I?" You replied hiding your face in the crook of his neck. He grinned to himself.

"I liked too."

"Really?"

"Very much indeed." He stroked your hair gently. "You know I like to be in control. I'd rather not be when it comes to sex, but it's undeniable that I enjoyed it."

You cupped his face, your thumb stroking his beard "I'm very lucky then." You kissed him deeply. Your tongue entering his mouth and dominating him like you always did. You pull away and smiled adorably at him.

"Yeah? why is that?" He asked.

"Because I have a husband who can be both: my good boy and my daddy."

Now it was Stephen's turn to blush. He couldn't deny that he loved hearing you call him your good boy. It was ridiculous, but so pleasurable. Daddy, however, was something he still needed to get used to, but it was undeniable that it worked on you, given the way you had repeated that word that night, and if it pleased you, it pleased him too.

"Which one do you prefer?" He asked kissing you and nuzzling his face in yours, inhaling your scent into his lungs. "Your good boy or your daddy?"

You hummed. Almost a purr. "Depends on the moment, I guess."

"Hm. I like being your good boy. It’s embarrassing, but I don’t care" He admitted and then stretched lazily.

"Shower?" You suggested and he nodded getting up and giving his hand to help you up too. "And then food. I'm starving, baby. I haven't had anything but breakfast today. How about we order from that restaurant we went to last week?" He suggested.

"The Italian?"

"Exactly."

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agingerpanda · 18 days

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Art inspired from “It’s a (not so) small world” written by Cherry_Jerry on Ao3.

This fan fiction is a crossover between Marvel and JJK, it’s so well written and I’m obsessed with it!

#doctor strange #marvel studios #gojo satoru #jujutsu Kaisen #gojo jujutsu kaisen #doctor strange marvel #marvelxjjk #fanficton #dr strange #doctor strange fanart #gojo fanart #gojo fanfic

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vi-trying-to-survive · 1 year

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Hey, I know you have finals right now (wishing you the best on those, I know you’ve got this!!) but I just thought I would make a request before I forgot about it lol. Obviously, it’s a Stephen Strange x female reader fic because I love him <3 Maybe one where it’s almost Christmas time but that’s not necessarily important I just love the winter lol. But the main part of the story is that they are playing Mario Kart extremely early in the morning (aka they still have their pajamas on, which is the best way to play Mario Kart) and both of them are competitive but in a friendly and loving way?? And some super cute and fluffy ending that I’ll let you decide because I can’t think of one and I trust you entirely :) anyways, hope all is well and that you do well on your exams!!!

Stephen Strange x f!Reader

Summary: Stephen and Y/N keeping up with Christmas traditions (basically what it says in the request :) )

Warnings: None, just fluff :))))))

A/N: Hope you guys like it !! I'm sorry I've basically been MIA also though, but I'm trying to write more now :')))) Also if you have any ideas or think I could improve my writing in anyway do let me know :)

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(Y/N) groaned as the sunshine streamed through the windows, caressing her face, willing her to wake up, as she tried to fight it, stuffing her face into the fluffy pillows, but eventually failing and flipping over, granted there was not much effort to it. Blinking her eyes, she rubbed slightly with the base of her palm, trying to get rid of the sleep that had formed as they focused on the room that surrounded her, the blurred edges becoming sharper and more visible. She yawned deeply, stretching her arms out a little, before leaning back into the mattress, soft and springy, sinking into the warm embrace of the man that held her comfortably, somehow still in deep sleep, inhaling the familiar scent of pine wood and spice that always stuck to him. Feeling him stir a little at her movements, she was quick to lace her fingers in his dark locks, gently brushing through any tangles, slowly lulling back to sleep. Turning her body to face his she couldn't help but admire him, so at peace when he slept, the lines along his face relaxed and almost non-existent, lips parted ever so slightly, as his chest rose up and down calmly. She found herself smiling affectionately at the sight of him, knowing that it had always been hard for the man to relax, first neurosurgery then the mystic arts and now a protector of the multiverse, he never seemed to be able to give himself a break, at least until her was asleep, it was like seeing an entirely new side of Stephen so relaxed and nonchalant. She wished that he would give himself that more often, for his own sake, but he never listened, always putting the world before himself, honourable but relatively self-destructive, so she figured the least she could do was let him sleep in for another hour or so, and it wasn't like they had any pressing matters to attend to.

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"Honey, hurry up already or I'm going to start it without you", she called tauntingly, waving the multi-coloured controllers in the air, not needing to turn around to imagine the exasperated look on his face.

"Oh my- Would you stop I am getting food for you and me", he frowned, tapping his foot impatiently, almost spilling the milk over the edge of the bowl. He was usually against cereal, claiming that it's not a food for an adult, but there were exceptions. Capping the carton swiftly, he balanced the two matching bowls and mugs unsystematically in his arms, nearly letting everything fall over in his hurry to reach her.

She could only grin in delight as she started counting backwards, "Three, two-", knowing how much it annoyed him, which was only confirmed by groan as he got closer to her spot on the couch.

"Okay, stop", he huffed out, freeing his arms as he placed the food on the coffee table, plopping down and grabbing his controller out of her hold, "I'm here".

"Just in time", she teased, waggling her finger at him in a disappointed manner, before shovelling a spoon-full of the probably unhealthy sugary cereal into her mouth, savouring the tooth-rotting taste and adjusting her grip around the controller.

He rolled his eyes, running a hand through his dark locks as he leaned back onto the plush velvet pillows that were splayed along the seat, "Yeah, yeah, just start the game and then we'll see who's talking".

"If you say so ?", she sang out, confidently hitting start, unable to help the way her smile grew wider as the familiar music rang out, almost bursting in excitement.

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He bit his lip hard, unable to feel it as his heart raced with adrenaline, whispering under his breath, "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon", his fingers flying along the controls, gaze fixated on the bright colours on the screen, before it all went blank and revealed the scoreboard. He fell face-flat onto the fluffy pillow, partly hoping to suffocate himself so he wouldn't be able to feel the embarrassment that he did now. How was it that he Stephen Strange, neurosurgeon and master of the mystic arts, was unable to ever beat his fiancé at Mario Cart.

"Ahahahaha, YES", jumping up and down on the couch cushions, she caused him to shake around with her, as she waved her arms in air, performing a terrible victory dance, exclaiming, "I am triumphant once again". On another day, he probably would've made fun of her for it but at the time he was wallowing in too much self pity for that.

He sat up, swiping a palm across his face contorted in confusion, "I never understand, you always win at the last second".

"It's called being the queen of Mario Cart", she smirked, giving him an affectionate poke on the arm, to which she got no response but a pout from the sorcerer, which was pretty uncharacteristic from the man who always needed the last word.

She shook her head, chuckling as she moved closer to him bumping her shoulder against his and letting her head drop onto his shoulder, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck, "Awwwww, are you upset". She placed a soft kiss on his skin, the heat radiating off him warming up her lips, hoping to get an answer, and yet he still kept to his pact of silence.

"You are such a big baby", she huffed crossing her arms, slinking down onto the side of the armrest, glaring at him.

A sudden thought came to her mind and she grinned maliciously at him, which he took no notice of, "If you won't talk to me I guess I just have to use extreme measures", before raising her fingers to his sides, tickling aggressively, breaking his stoic manner as he burst into laughter. She moved closer to him, to get a better angle at tickling, causing tears to brim at his eyes and her to giggle along with him.

"Okay, fine you win, just stop", he managed to admit defeatedly even with his hard laughter, raising his arms in the air, like waving a white flag at her, pulling her into his lap, still smiling, "I love you". He rested his hands gently on her waist, fiddling with the hem of her sweater, humming softly as her fingers twirled around the strands of hair on the back of his neck, watching her lovingly , before pressing her closer to him, joining their lips for a sweet kiss.

Pulling away, she nestled herself comfortably in his hold, enjoying his warmth, whispering "I love you too", as she pecked his cheek affectionately.

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lizmindpalace · 1 year

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I tried my best to fix it, for now I'll leave it like this.

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doctorstrangeaskblog · 2 years

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(More) Stephen Strange Headcanons

Because you guys asked

Absolute music addict

Will hold his phone while listening to music on his bed, eyes closed, imagining movie scenes, his own dreams, for hours at night.

Many times will go to one specific music he wants to listen to and keep repeating the same dramatic bit over and over

Listens to tons of movies, series and animes OSTs

When he's alone at night, listening to songs, he will often sing along, but without any sound, he will just move his lips

Often imagines/dreams he can play more instruments and more skillfully and that he's famous and loved for playing

Likes to hug pillows a lot, he had a special pillow to hug UNTIL he met the Cloak

The Cloak needs to rest too, and when both the Cloak and Stephen need to rest, they cuddle

Stephen and the Cloak have a very deep, intimate, unique, special bond- the Cloak suffered with Stephen against Dormammu and Thanos- Stephen wants to protect that bond so strongly-that's why he doesn't like when the Cloak shows affection in public, but the Cloak keeps doing that because when in private, Stephen clings a lot to its affection

Since his father was so strict when he was a kid/teenager, once Strange went to live on his own, he started to try all sorts of things- movies, songs, clothes, food, visiting places, dating- eventually he settled down, but that made Strange be VERY OPEN MINDED about all sorts of things.

He sort of sees his sister in young people who are lost or need help, so his first instinct is to protect

He has a very very very lower self esteem most people imagine he has

Stephen has a very deep strong bond with Wong. Both went through so much together, rebuilding the Sanctum and keeping the stability of the Masters of the Mystic Arts after Kaecilius attacked and after Endgame. Now after DS2 (Wanda's attack).

All the pain and suffering Stephen went through only made him want to refrain others from going through the same.

He can be mean and will be mean if provoked, but he won't cause severe injury, what he did to Pizza Poppa is the limit

Will act mean to show off or to pretend he's a menace he's not supposed to be messed with

Strange is very very analytical and logical, however, he often makes mistakes because he is naive - because he always expects the best from people and gets distracted very easily (most of the times he lost a battle or got betrayed both in DS2 and No Way Home)

Due to his abusive father, Stephen has come to avoid anything associated with "father figures"- he doesn't want to be a father, is afraid that if he were a father he could be a bad father and his kids would despise him the way he disliked his own father, so even though he takes younger heroes under his wings (Peter, America), he will do what he can to not be associated with a father- however, he deeply cares and ends up sort of fathering- despite trying to keep his distance, despite trying to pretend he doesn't care.

He hates people who control things too much, however, ironically, he became like that, he is aware of that and trying to change, actively, and he has a very good insight of it- he's trying to be less rude, to yell less, to be more polite.

He's a good actor.

He's always looking at Wong to see his reaction

He admires Wong and knows Wong is waaaay ahead of him in wisdom, composure, knowledge, responsibility, etc.

Strange sometimes acts like a brat/dork/sassy irresponsible shit to call Wong's attention.

He often does risky things to prove Wong and himself that he is capable of great things- also to feed his low self esteem

Strange used so much alcohol as a cheap pain killer he doesn't get drunk anymore- he would need so SO SO MUCH alcohol to start getting drunk (he drinks a lot at Christine's wedding and he's still 100% sober)

I feel like his stomach is sensible- probably vomited a lot during med school (hidden, it's one of his secrets)

Has photographic memory, also, his imagination can be VERY PRECISE, he uses it to create stories, movies and clips inside his head- when he was homeless in Kamar Taj he kept doing that all the time when he had to sleep or take shelter from the rain

He got to meet and build strong bonds with many Avengers during the time he was living the possible outcomes, however, only Stephen remembers

Strange LOVES animals, he was raised in a farm, he loved the horses and other animals- he has only seen kindness in them, hurt an animal in front of Strange and he will be VERY VERY ANGRY

He started to have white hair when he was 24, so he dyed his hair for some years, slowly stopping to dye as he got older, naturally not caring so much anymore, taking longer to dye-

One of the reasons he doesn't want to be considered old is because in his head, he's getting more similar to his father.

The extent of abuses he suffered - unknown- physical for sure (I remember seeing comic panels of him being slapped- like Tony was, my memory could be failing me but it probably happened because Stephen has SO FREAKING MANY RED FLAGS of physical abuse- when you study anything related to the health field, specially medicine psychology, those red flags become easier to be seen and Benedict acts them VERY DAMN WELL.) Mora/psychological abuse for sure. I've talked to other fans who study the character a lot and they also had come to the same conclusion that Strange probably shielded his sister Donna and his brother Victor from his father's abuses.

Cries a lot. He cries. Tears might not roll down sometimes, he can drain them back inside, swallow his tears, not shed them despite his eyes being A POOL OF TEARS so so many times- he learned to do that because his father wouldn't allow the "older boy of the house" cry.

He helped to raise his sister Donna and his brother Victor, he knows how to look after kids, he knows how to cook the essential, he knows how to clean and dress and teach. He's a great teacher, despite his own way of teaching.

Will melt at sweet physical touch- caressing his hair/cheeks/face gently WAY BETTER caressing body parts/arms/legs seem to make him uncomfortable/triggered (red flag?)

Will follow your hands with his eyes if you intend to touch him

DO NOT TOUCH HIS HAIR if you're not intimate, he probably got his hair violently pulled a lot by his father

SQUINTS a lot

Eyes very sensible to wind and sunlight

Trips if he uses glasses

Him giving his hand to hold is an ultimate act of trust

Likes to hide his hands in warm places, will hide them under you if you're intimate

Always walks with hands in pockets or behind the Cloak

Accepted his scars but doesn't like when people stare

Loves customizing/fashion/style is pretty boy, so much self care

Want more? Just tell me/like/comment. :D