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Kinktober 2023 - Day 3

Thigh Riding with Doctor Stephen Strange

"Relief"

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Summary: After teasing you all day, Stephen finally gives you a chance to get some relief.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - edging, teasing, dry humping, light dom/sub, dirty talk, swearing, pet names.

You could tell from the smirk on his face that he knew full well what he was doing. That he knew that he had been riling you up all day. Torturing you all for his own enjoyment.

It started when he woke you up. He was cuddled up behind you, kissing and biting at your neck as he let his hands wander under the shirt you slept in. Dragging his fingers up and down your side. Letting them catch on the band of your panties each time he passed by it, creating a tension as to when or if he would start pulling them off.

Once he had you well enough awake for you to start touching back, when he had gotten you needing him to put out the fire he had started, he excused himself to go get dressed. Saying he needed to get to Kamar-Taj for training. His sudden shift in mood left you sputtering. If he had to leave, what was the point in getting you all worked up?!

By the afternoon, you knew what his point was. His point was to drive you mad. He could be the world's worst tease, and clearly, today, he was enjoying his game way too much.

Little teasing touches, then kisses at your neck, and the low groan he gave when he wrapped his arms around you from behind. Only for him to pull away when he felt your hips rock back and try to press your ass into his crotch. Walking around you into the library where he nonchalantly pulled a couple of books off of the shelves and proceeded to one of the tables on the other side of the room. Casually plopping down as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile, you were practically ready to tear off your clothes in sheer frustration.

You tried not to give into him. Into his little game. You really did try to just focus on other things. Things other than him, his lips, and his fingers. His muscular form and his perfect cock. Things other than how badly you wanted him to take you to bed and ravage you. To finish what he had started that morning.

You tried to focus on other things. Really, you did. Even going through the random drawers of pens in the kitchen, the library, and now you were on to the one in Stephen's study. Checking a crap load of pens to see which ones worked and which didn't, it seemed to be the least possibly sexual thing you could find.

It was working well, too. Until you went into Stephen's study. He was sitting on the loveseat against the wall, flipping through some spell book seemingly paying only part of his attention to the text. You knew you were in trouble when you looked over to see him spread his legs wider, taking up as much space as he could. Knowing that he had you right where he wanted you. A cheeky smirk appeared on his lips, and with one finger, he gestured for you to come over to where he was.

You followed his instruction, slowly walking over to the loveseat. Trying to hold in your needy whines and protests that he wasn't paying attention to you after getting you all riled up this morning. You knew he wanted to make you beg, but you were feeling a bit stubborn today, too. As payback. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of it right away.

So, instead of sitting in his lap, where he clearly assumed you'd perch yourself, you sat down right next to him. Sliding as close as you could while still holding your own space. Turning to face him and letting one arm lean on the plush upholstery, keeping your spine straight.

"Did you want something, Stephen?"

You batted your eyelashes, trying to feign innocence and pretend you had been completely oblivious to his torture all day.

"I think the better question is… do you want something sweetest?"

You tried to chuckle nonchalantly, but it came out more little the sound of a sputtering engine. Despite your damnedest efforts at seeming unfazed, those blue eyes and that cocky lopsided grin were getting the best of you. God, why did he have to look so sexy all the time?!

You couldn't give in just yet, though. You had to put up at least a little bit of a fight before succumbing to his game. So you stretched up and suddenly reached across his lap for the table on the other side of him. There, you began rearranging knick knacks and miscellaneous books. All the while, you were stretched on all fours across his lap, a perfectly tempting and teasing position. Of course, you made your back arch just a little bit extra and used any chance you could to wiggle your ass.

"Oh, I'm just working on some cleaning and organizing, Stephen. I seem to have some extra energy, pent-up, I guess you could say, from something that was left unfinished this morning. I'm sure you have no idea about that, though. Do you, Stephen?"

As you sat back up, you brought your face teasingly close to his. Oh yeah, two could play this game. Pulling away just as it seemed you were going to lean in for a kiss, taking Stephen somewhat by surprise. He thought for sure you would easily crack to his pressure, but it seemed that he would need to take things up a notch.

Once you had comfortably sat back on your heels, he set his book off to the side and studied you for a moment. He knew what he wanted to do next, but he needed to catch you by surprise for it to work.

He waited for you to take a long exhale and momentarily relax your attention. Choosing to strike suddenly. Reaching out and pulling one leg over to straddle his muscular thigh. In the process, your balance got thrown off, and you found yourself bracing both hands in his chest. Your eyes wide and your mouth gaped open at his actions.

A shit eating grin now plastered on his face as he looked up at you. Stephen could be the most cheeky bastard sometimes. Without saying anything else, he let his hands drift from your thighs to your hips. His grip on you tightened as he pushed your weight down onto him.

"Well, my darling, I know a way that you could relieve yourself of that pent-up energy."

At that moment, he contracted his quadricep muscles and made his thigh grind against your sex. Even just that quick touch, that little bit of attention from Stephen, sending electricity firing through your body and your blood rushing back to your needy cunt.

"Don't you dare lie, and tell me that didn't feel good, sweetheart. I can practically feel your sweet little pussy starting to throb. Know you need it. So take it. Get yourself off baby. I can even still keep reading while you grind on me until you're satisfied. I have nowhere else to be."

You dropped your head into Stephen's shoulder and groaned in frustration. You so wanted to do what he wanted, but you hated that he knew how bad you wanted it. He chuckled and leaned his lips down to your ear, giving you a soft kiss there.

"Do you know just how much the thought of you using me for your own pleasure turns me on? Why else do you think I would tease you all day? Now come on, sweetheart, give me what I want. Pretty please?"

You just couldn't resist him and his charms any longer than you already had. Stephen didn't pull the 'pretty please' card very often. It had you wondering if maybe he's had this little fantasy for a while.

You smiled at him in your own mischievous way as you lowered your body completely to sit on his thigh. The feeling of him beneath you was jump starting your arousal again. You sighed at the feeling of his muscular thigh clenching against your over sensitive sex.

Slowly starting to roll your hips against him. Watching his smirk grow when you let out a little whimper. Stephen kept his hands settled on your waist, helping you start a steady rhythm. Denying your kisses and starting to tease you with his words as he could see you start to chase the sensations he had been denying you all day.

"There that feels good, doesn't it, sweetheart? I can tell it does. I can feel that pretty pussy dripping onto my thigh already. Can tell you are gonna cum so quick, huh? See all that teasing will be worth it when you cum nice and hard."

At this point, your eyes were squeezed shut, and all you could do was nod at his statements. He was right. You were going to cum hard and you were going to cum fast after he had spent the entire day winding you up.

Your nails gripped into Stephen's shoulders so hard they would leave marks. Little whimpers fell from your lips every time you rocked forward and your clit rubbed against his strong quadricep. To Stephen you looked like a sinful angel riding his thigh with such abandon.

"Oh God, Stephen. I'm so close, baby."

Stephen started bouncing his leg in time to your grinding. Adding yet another new sensation and working to leave an even larger stain from your slick on the pants of his robes. He was quite looking forward to wearing your mark all day. A filthy secret only he knew.

"That's it, baby. Keep rubbing that clit on me. Cum for me, pretty girl. Cum all over my thigh like the good girl I know you are. Be a good girl, cum for me. Cum for me."

All it took was his command to bring you to your climax. Your hips jerking and your hole squeezing around nothing as you collapsed into Stephen. Shamelessly rutting on his leg to ride out every last little wave of pleasure. A high-pitched broken moan accompanying your spasms.

Your breathing now ragged as you started to come down. The comforting feeling of Stephen's fingers stroking up and down your spine as he peppered kisses on your forehead and your hairline slowly bringing you back to reality. You stayed like this until your mind fully came back to the present.

Finally, you decided to give Stephen the thing he really wanted. To tell him he was right. That this had been worth all the waiting and teasing.

"Even though I know you already know this… you were right."

You could feel the cocky smile on his face without even seeing it. When it came to granting you pleasure and relief, it seemed Stephen always knew best, and he always got what he wanted.

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ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇꜱ, ᴘᴛ. 1 | ꜱ. ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ

GIF not mine!

Stephen Strange x Avenger!Reader

ask: Could you write a Stephen Strange x reader one shot (or longer if you feel it haha) where the reader is an avenger and she’s secretly dating Stephen? Like they’re sneaking around and staying at each other’s places (sanctum and tower/compound) and use portals in the mornings to get back where they’re supposed to be. Maybe a close call where Stephen literally kicks her off the bed and into a portal back to her own bed to avoid getting caught. Then later they’re found out somehow by tony/the team?

word count: 5.2k (and that's only part one, ooooooops)

warnings: fluff and more fluff, cursing, sneaking around the team, lying, one suggestive and kinda steamy (but short) scene

author’s note: I’m so excited about this ask! This will get a part 2 because I couldn’t contain myself, and I had to write this out with all the background stuff. I really hope you like how it went so far @clockblobber!

»pt. 2 is here«

Tiredness was settled deep within her bones, and every single muscle inside her body ached at the sheer thought of moving again. But YN felt the soft rumbling of the Quinjet’s engines increasing while the autopilot initiated the landing sequence to softly touch the ground again. The almost fifteen-hour flight in uncomfortable seats would be stuck to her for another few hours, if not days; she was sure of it. The mission may have been a success – taking down a cartel of experimental drug smugglers, with a side income through even more experimental weapons which were supposed to be destroyed alongside Hydra, had been easier than thought – but her body still was sore and covered in bruises, scratches, and beautifully blooming hematomas.

Guess a rib or two got a hit as well, the Widow thought while softly rubbing her right side.

Gladly, she wasn’t the only one beaten up, but unlike Steve and Bucky, she didn’t own the ability to self-heal within hours. Sometimes, she really envied them down to her very core. But now, she was too tired to even start feeling the jealousy about the super soldier serum running through their veins. Truth be told, she wasn’t entirely without an asset she had gained through otherworldly substances – not drugs – but those were hard to control sometimes, which was why the Widow often fully relied on her brutal training and skills in hand-to-hand combat.

One look in the direction of Nat, and she knew that her sister wasn’t very fond of her approach to the last situation. But hey, a woman gotta do what a woman gotta do. Easy as that.

As soon as the jet finally touched the ground, YN unbuckled the seatbelt and pushed herself up with a groan. The pain shot right through her body again and reminded her of the inevitable reality of upcoming days full of soreness. Assessing the level of pain and discomfort, she estimated two weeks tops. With a hot bath here and there, maybe less.

The thought of one of these alone made her almost moan in pure bliss. But, of course, the compound didn’t own such luxury known as a bathtub. God damn you, Tony.

With clenched teeth and jaw, the woman hobbled out of the Quinjet as soon as the ramp was lowered and granted a breeze of fresh air to invade the warm insides and cool her cheeks. Maybe a cold shower would suffice for now. But the woman didn’t come far before Steve’s voice dragged over the small tarmac in front of the newly built compound in Upstate New York.

“We need to debrief, and I need your report plus a medical evaluation of your status, YN,” the blonde soldier spoke up, always the authoritative fun brake (he wasn’t, but she was grumpy and needed a shower and some comfort in the form of her soft blankets and pillows). Without answering for now because she had her phone in hand to type a quick text, she raised the other hand and showed Steve the finger. Her body became used to the throbbing pain in every single limp again, and the Widow could walk a bit faster to get away from the now overbearing man she called one of her best friends.

“YN, I mean it. You’re not dismissed until you went to the medical wing and got checked out.” She could hear his heavy steps, and even though she still showed him the finger, she spoke. “Whatever, Steve. I need a shower and my soft bed, and I’m good to go, thank you very fucking much. See you tomorrow morning with that damn report in hand, bye.” Usually, she wasn’t this rude to him, and that pushed him to stop in his tracks.

Before scurrying inside the compound, she could hear the other’s talk.

“Did I do something wrong?” Steve.

“Nah, she is just grumpy because I stole her that one guy she loved to punch in the face.” Bucky.

“The one that laughed because she is a woman? Well, you fucked up good, Barnes. She really loves to take those down herself.” Nat.

An apology was necessary, she knew that, but… later. Her mind was too tired to do it now, so she just walked to her room, always close to one of the walls – just in case. With a heavy sigh leaving her lips, she pushed open the door to her cozy room and let the duffel bag fall straight to the floor before pushing herself to walk the last few steps, so she could fall face down first onto the soft mattress.

Which wasn’t the best idea she had had all day, and a strained groan escaped her lips at the same moment as the soft sounds of an opening portal filled her room. She barely realized it. She didn’t even move as steps started to come closer. She didn’t move a single muscle until the mattress dipped at the weight of another body settling upon it. Slowly, YN moved her head from the face-down position to the side to eye the man with the pepper and salt hair. He already looked down at her, forehead wrinkled and the all too familiar deep creases between his dark brows visible.

“Hey,” the woman spoke, barely above a whisper, and she closed her eyes soon again as one of his warm, big hands came close to her face to brush over her cheek and push a lock behind her ear. “Rough day?” She nodded but stopped suddenly at the ugly feeling of raw skin rubbing against the fabric of her comforter. Eyebrows furrowed, and a hiss escaped her. But Stephen was prepared – just as he always was. “Come on, love,” he mumbled in the softest of tones. “We’ll get you a nice hot bath ready, a cup of tea, and some snacks, while I stitch you up.”

With that, the previous portal opened again, illuminated the room in its soft golden light, and Stephen helped the tired woman up from her bed. He held both her hands and pulled her up onto her feet, steadying her with his arm around her slender waist. He could imagine what happened during that mission in Seoul, her state not an uncommon sight for his eyes but hard on him nevertheless. It was easy for him to get scratches and be beaten up – he didn’t mind that – but seeing her in that constitution was something entirely different. And this side was a side no one knew about – and no one would ever get an insight about.

Looking up to Stephen, she allowed him to scoop her into his arms and circled both her arms around his neck while pressing a soft kiss onto his cheek. “You are a godsend,” YN whispered against his skin, the tip of her nose caressing his skin in a feathery touch. The doctor smiled the one smile that was entirely reserved for her eyes and only hers. “Not an idiotic and presumptuous asshole anymore?” He had to tease her with the statement that the Widow had smacked him with the second time they had met. A forceless hit with the flat hand against his shoulder was the first reaction he got. “Thought we already had put that in our past. It was a miscalculation. An assumption made upon false input and intel.”

Stephen chuckled while stepping over the threshold of his portal, right into his bedroom in the Sanctum Sanctorum, the busy New Yorker streets underneath the big windows. He didn’t spare a glance at the golden streets out there, glowing in the light of the setting sun. Instead, he carried the woman in his arms straight into the adjacent bathroom with the bathtub she craved the most. “I just love teasing you, darling,” the sorcerer grinned while gently putting YN down on the bathtub’s edge, and with a flick of his hand, the two faucets opened and unleashed the water.

Soon the bathroom was not only filled with the soothing sound of splashing water but with the wafting steam and the smell of her most favorite bath bomb as well. In the meantime, Stephen had organized the promised tea and snacks – consisting of cheese, crackers, and strawberries – while preparing the first aid kit for the small surgery he would perform on the most severe cuts that needed some stitching. As she attempted to step into the waiting hot water to let her bones and muscles soak in the well-deserved break, the phone in the back pocket of her combat gear pants, that pooled in the center of the bathroom, started to ring. The sorcerer was quick to peel it out and hand it to his girlfriend, not daring to accept the call or send it straight to the voicemail like he would’ve preferred.

With a sigh, YN accepted the call; a fluffy towel wrapped around her naked body, and she could see the hits that had attacked her visibly on her skin through the full-length mirror opposite her. “What?” That was all she asked the unwanted caller – who needs a greeting, right?

Shuffling was heard on the other side of the call, and YN cocked an eyebrow as whispered voices pushed to her ear. She took a look at the caller ID and didn’t get it. “Whoever thought it would be the greatest freaking idea to call me can go and fuck themself. I just want some peace and quiet, for fucks sake. Is that too much to ask?” YN was pissed to an extent she hadn’t felt in a long time. Another round of shuffling until Thor’s voice spoke up. “Lady YN, this is Thor, God of Thunder.” Facepalming herself, the woman sent Stephen a helpless look. “You don’t need to introduce yourself, Thor. I know who you are. This is a call, not a formal application for a new job.” What, in the name of the universe, had she done in her past life to be graced with this group of insufferable people? She loved them dearly, but sometimes they were just too exhausting for her poor soul. “Yes, of course, Lady YN. Mr. Stark had specifically asked me to start this conversation in order to learn about the nature of your whereabouts.”

Groaning, she hit the edge of the full tub with her fist. “Stop being such a child and talk for yourself, Tony,” she demanded. “Can’t. Have to find your location.” Eye rolling, YN knew that he knew that she had never touched one of his phones and had made sure that her location wouldn’t be found by any of them. Not even the genius that was Tony Stark. “Yeah, whatever. Good luck with that. You lot could’ve just, I don’t know, asked if I’m alright wherever I am and put it aside because I’m a fucking grown woman. Gosh.” Stephen chuckled softly at her outburst while preparing the needle for the stitches. “Plus, it was never my idea to call. Ask our ancient ice sculpture who had the idea to check up on you and found your room empty and throwing a tantrum about it,” Tony added, and YN softly smiled as the sorcerer knelt in front of her on the plush bathroom matt to take a closer look on the gush near her left wrist. “For fucks sake, Steve. Remember when I told you that your overbearing nature isn’t cool? It wasn’t a joke; I meant it!” Her face twisted at the sudden burn under her skin, and saw the drenched cotton pad, Stephen softly dapped over the wound to clean the dried blood off. “I’m sorry, YNN. Really, I am. But you took some pretty hard hits, and I just wanted to make sure you’re alright. You are okay, are you?”

Sighing again, YN leaned her head against Stephen’s shoulder. “I am. And now I have to go.” – “Wait, YN, where are yo-…” – “Byyyyye!”

And with that, she hung up and threw the phone back on the dirty pile of combat gear. “They’re getting suspicious?” She shrugged at his question and let him take the fluffy towel away from her, so she could finally sink into the hot water. “I don’t know what’s going on in their brains. And I don’t want to think about it.” With closed eyes, YN leaned back in the tub, softly moaning as she felt how every single muscle relaxed. “I’m almost tempted to believe that you only agreed to date me because of my bathtub,” the man chuckled while sitting on the edge and starting to stitch her arm.

In moments like these, he used that bit of magic he needed to steady his hands, but it was the only exception he made. “You don’t have to do it, y’know? I can easily head to the med bay,” YN mumbled after Stephen had finished his task of taking care of her, and he bent down to press a lingering kiss on her forehead. “Don’t make a fool out of yourself, darling. It’s my pleasure.”

He wanted to leave to pack the first aid kit back at its usual spot, but her fingers intertwining with his made him pause. One look at her pleading eyes, and the man was lost, his mental to-do list burned to ashes at her feet. “Can you get in? I’d love some cuddles.” It was a shyly asked question, as usual, but just as usual, he started to undress even before he nodded. “Whatever you need, darling,” he whispered after settling behind the woman in the still hot water – her body between his long legs, her back pressed against his chest, arms entangled underwater, and her face nestled in the crook of his neck.

Her deep breaths and soft skin against his were all he ever needed after days of her presence gone due to missions or his own duties, and Stephen craved those few stolen moments in a world where nobody knew about them.

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Morning came too soon, and YN dragged herself out of the comfort of the warm bed to gather her belongings in order to make a move as soon as Stephen was awake enough to conjure the portal into her bedroom. She just left the bathroom, the pile of combat gear now over her arms, as Stephen yawned and felt around on the other side of the bed where she had laid only minutes ago. The sorcerer wasn’t a deep sleeper, but she was a Widow, trained in the arts of stealth, so it was an easy task to sneak out without waking him up. But even after more than a year of dating, he seemed not to be used to it because at the feeling of nothingness next to him, Stephen sat up abruptly and frantically started looking through the room. His mouth opened to call her name, heart racing in his chest, until his gaze settled upon the woman, only clad in one of his shirts that reached her mid-thighs.

She smiled, combat gear already dropped to the floor, to walk over to him. YN stood next to his bedside, both hands cupping his jawline while her thumb soothingly caressed his cheek, while she pressed a kiss against the corner of his mouth, the feeling of his goatee present on her lips. She could practically feel how he relaxed at her touch and leaned into it, reminding her again that Stephen was as touch starved as she was. It wasn’t a real turn-on for folks if she talked about the abusive past she had to endure in order to become her strongest self. But hey, those foolish boys were nothing in comparison to the man in front of her.

“Bad dream?” She softly asked before pecking the tip of his nose with a soft, feathery kiss. The sorcerer shrugged nonchalantly, but he couldn’t fool her – and he knew that. Sighing, Stephen pulled her back into the bed, holding her close, and nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck. “I just don’t want to let you go again. Didn’t see you in four days.” It was a mumble, but YN could hear every single word and felt his lips moving against her collarbone. Slowly, she started to play with his hair – just the way he liked it – and scratched his scalp. “Caution, my love, or I could be tempted to think you’re touch starved and crave my presence.”

Stephen scoffed and pushed himself up with one arm to look into her eyes. “You know how it is, darling.” It was only a mumble because even though they opened up to one another like they never did before, Stephen was still wary if it wouldn’t bite his ass. But so far, the amazing woman underneath him never let him feel any doubts. She smiled softly up at him and pulled him in for a soft kiss. “I’m not sure if they’re ready. You know how they are. You know what Tony will say, something about not fraternizing with colleagues and all that bullshit, and you know that Steve will give you a hard time – shit, he would even give me a hard time about it.” The prospect of trouble in paradise alone made her nauseous. They constantly bickered, true, but it was all fun and smiles. With something like that, on the other hand… Stephen knew how it went.

“At least stay for a few more minutes?” He almost begged, something he would never admit, not even under torture, but YN kissed him gently and shook her head. “Need to write that damn report and get a going to the med bay if I don’t wanna get benched.” With that, the sorcerer released the Widow out of his grasp and opened the portal into her own bedroom. He stood on his side while YN scurried over onto her side but turned around to kiss him goodbye properly. “See you for dinner?” Stephen smiled down at her, nodded, and kissed her forehead. “Chow House?” Moaning, YN pulled him in for another kiss. “I know why I love you,” she grinned, and then she waved with a smile as the portal closed again, and she was back in her cozy room, the duffel bag now lying on top of the cushioned bench in front of her bed – its usual spot. Shaking her head, she made a mental note to thank Steve for it later that day.

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Sitting at the huge glass table in one of the conference rooms inside the compound, YN listened intently to what Fury said over the video call, scribbling away notes inside that little notebook she always carried around for such occasions. She could feel a lingering stare settled upon her, and barely noticeable, she raised her gaze to catch Stephen staring at her over the cup of coffee he held between his softly shaking hands. A smile tried to tuck at her lips, but instead, she rolled her eyes as if he was as irritating as the uncomfortable seat she had sat on ever since the briefing started.

“Do I bore you, Miss LN?” Fury’s tone sounded bored himself, and YN showed him a pair of raised eyebrows. “No, sir. I’m just writing down what you’re saying. For later purposes.” Sam coughed and mumbled “Boaster” between his acts, and YN threw her eraser against his head. “Hey!” She smiled the sweetest of smiles and flipped him off. “I’m not deaf, Wilson.” Bucky chuckled behind his mug while Steve and Nat rolled their eyes, and Fury sighed exaggeratedly. “Behave, children,” he grumbled before continuing with the briefing about a new mission in Switzerland.

A half an hour later, the briefed team scattered over the compound after they had left the conference room, and YN found her way into the kitchen. Her stomach rumbled ever since she woke up to an empty bed because Stephen had to leave to get ready for said briefing.

On some days, it was exhausting to sneak around everyone, but it had its purpose. So far, they never had a close call, for which YN was more than grateful.

Softly humming, she rummaged in the fridge before moving to the cupboards after she decided that tea was more to her taste than one of the smoothies Pepper hoarded in one of the many fridges.

Suddenly, big familiar hands grabbed her jeans-clad hips and turned her around in one swift motion. Looking up, her eyes met the bluest ones of them all, and a smile etched itself on her face before she took a measured look to the entrance. After she gave herself an all-clear, YN pulled Stephen down to her level while pushing herself on her tiptoes and kissed him – hard and hungrily because the couple couldn’t stop showing their deep lingering affection for one another as often as possible, which was not often enough.

Labored breaths and lips crashing against one another were the only sounds in the kitchen – or the entire compound wing – and Stephen wrapped the woman tighter in his arms, pulling her closer and closer until their bodies were pressed against each other. His hands moved more south to grab the Widow under her thighs, long fingers stretching up to her butt cheeks, and he lifted her with astonishing ease up on the countertop. Settling there, YN wrapped her legs around his waist, crossed her ankles at his deliciously shaped behind, and burrowed her fingers inside his dark hair. The kiss grew more heated with every passing second, and a soft gasp escaped her mouth as Stephen pressed her lower region harder against him.

“I really hope you’re not thinking about canceling our dinner plans for tonight,” YN whisper-moaned at the friction between her legs and bit his lower lip gently. Stephen groaned at the sensation pulsing through his body – he still wondered how this woman was able to pull every trigger there was with nothing more than just a whisper of a touch – and kissed her again. “Why should I? I can’t wait for dessert. Maybe we should do dessert first, like responsible citizens,” he rasped, the raspiness in his voice always a trigger for her own pleasure. Gladly, Stephen didn’t know just yet how hot it made her hear him like that. If this man would ever gain the knowledge about that – it would be her downfall. Grinning, YN pulled away from his searching lips, teasing him. “Sounds like a plan, Doctor Strange.”

But before they could dive right back into the next heated kiss and continue this make-out session, approaching steps alarmed the Widow. With ease, she slid off the counter within seconds and positioned herself at the counter closer to the door before raising her voice.

“Oh, please. Stop prancing around and try to prove that you’re the smartest one. I can’t keep up with the bullshit coming out of that entitled mouth of yours. I have better things to do.”

Tony and Steve entered the kitchen, followed by a tired Clint, who clung to a mug of steaming coffee. The Stark was fast to assess the situation, and an icy expression settled on his face. “Is he annoying you again, YNN? I can do something about that, you just need to use the words.” Steve had his blonde brows furrowed and stared Stephen into the ground, but the sorcerer only shrugged and stole the tea she had finished preparing. “A simple conversation, that’s all. Keep your panties on, Stark, and thanks for the tea, LN.”

With that, the tall man walked past the group, mug in hand, and YN stared after him, mouth agape. “Hey, that was my tea, you tea stealing, obnoxious imbecile!”

Which meant in their secret language, I love you, idiot.

Steve turned towards her and shrugged. “Tell us, and we end him,” he offered, but all she did was roll her eyes and start to prepare another cup of tea while suppressing her heart from beating out of line.

That was a close call.

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The soft tunes of the Best of Beethoven vinyl she had found in Stephen’s office echoed through the foyer of the Sanctum Sanctorum on a summer evening. The windows on the upper floor were open widely to let in the soft breeze from outside without getting the chills, and YN worked mindlessly in the perfectly stocked kitchen.

It wasn’t like that shortly after she had sat foot in the room supposed to feed hungry human beings. Instead, barely filled shelves and a half-empty fridge had greeted her, which was why many New Yorkers had seen a true Avenger walking their streets in a pretty summer dress – a sight none of them would have expected on this beautiful day or any days at all. But she didn’t mind the round eyes of kids and teenagers. The ogling stares of the male part of the grownup fraction were what put her on edge. But even them she could handle with closed eyes.

After a shopping spree in the grocery store down the block, YN had started to prepare dinner. It wasn’t often that she found the time and muse to cook, but when she did, she went all out because she wasn’t bad at it. Actually, she was quite good at the stove, even though she preferred baking over everything else.

The tune changed to Beethoven’s Violin Concerto in D major, Op. 61 – one of her favorites, even though the Red Room had forced her to start playing the violin – at the same time as the golden glow of a portal crept around the corner of the kitchen’s entrance. She just chopped the vegetables into the thinnest of slices as the soft but heavy feeling of fabric settled over her shoulders, and a red collar nudged her left cheek to get her attention.

“Well, hello to you too, Cloaky,” she greeted the magical relic, which resembled more a dog or cat than an ancient thing, with a smile. Soon after the first greeting, a set of arms wrapped around her, and a chin was planted on her shoulder. “Do I want to know how you got in?” Stephen asked, the grin audible in his voice. YN shrugged while chopping the rest. “Wong didn’t see me if that’s what you tried to find out.” Sometimes, her burglar skills were pretty useful, plus the building liked her – or Stephen had altered the spells that protected the Sanctum, but she liked the idea of a feeling and thinking building more.

“So, you thought instead of enjoying your first time off missions in the last couple of weeks, you break into the Sanctum to cook me dinner?” At her exciting nod, Stephen laughed softly and pressed a kiss to her temple. Cloaky settled onto her shoulders definitively – Stephen knew that it would stay there for quite some time now, but he couldn’t object because it was what he would do too – and instead, tried to help her, but YN hit his fingers. “Nope. You’re gonna take a hot, long shower to destress from whatever threat it was today you had to deal with, and after that, you’ll settle on that bar stool over there, drink a glass of whiskey and just look pretty and handsome while I wrap up dinner.” He would never admit it, but he loved it when she tried to boss him around. It was so different from the life she had lived before joining the Avengers and escaping the grasp of the Red Room, so it was his pleasure to let her boss around to her heart's desire. “Yes, ma’am. Anything else, ma’am?” She grinned up at him. “A kiss would be absolutely lovely.”

Stephen complied and bent down to taste her sweet, perfect lips, but Cloaky suddenly had other plans and pulled her onto the wooden floor. “What the…?” Both started, but Wong’s voice let her suck in the last word and hold her breath. The red cloak pulled her further to the kitchen island to hide her body against the wood and wrapped itself around the woman it was so fond of.

“Something smells divine.” Wong stopped at the frame between the kitchen and one of the many living rooms to eye Stephen. “You are cooking? Since when is this a possibility?” Stephen looked from the stove to Wong, back to the chopped vegetables and the casserole where YN had started to place the thin slices in an intricate pattern. “Yeah…” The sorcerer began and shrugged. “I saw something on my way home and thought it looked quite delicious.” Wong squinted his eyes suspiciously at the other sorcerer. “Aha.” YN on the floor really wanted to facepalm herself. “Well, let me know when the food is ready. I want to try it. I’m in the library upstairs.” And Wong disappeared as suddenly as he arrived.

Sitting up, YN patted the proudly moving cloak and shook her head. “Next time, you won’t drag me down to the floor, understood? That hurt.” Stephen helped her up and took Cloaky from her shoulders, and sent him up into his bedroom. “Another close call,” the man objected, and YN sighed. “I know, but I don’t know why we’re running out of luck all of a sudden. We were so good.” It didn’t sit right with her, and the realization that maybe, sooner rather than later, they need to come clean with everyone.

Stephen softly kissed her head and pushed a lock out of her face, tracing her jawline from her ear back down to her chin. He took it between his fingers, pointer finger underneath it to softly nudge it up, so she would look at him. “Whatever will happen, nothing is worse than being stuck in a fake octopus, smelling like plastic and trash, darling.” Eye rolling, the woman shoved against his chest. “Never remind me of that ever again. I had to soak for hours on end in that bathtub to get the smell off my skin.” Stephen smiled but cocked an eyebrow to see her nodding. And she did. “Okay, yeah. It won’t be the end of days if they knew, but… I don’t know how to tell them. Could we take some more time? Just a little while longer?”

Stephen could never deny her a single request, so he approved with another nod and kissed her softly on the lips. “Of course, love. But now you have to move your sexy bottom because Wong demanded food. I’m gonna take a quick shower and be right back.” With that, Stephen kissed her one last time and stepped through the portal – lazy sock – and YN continued with the veggy pattern inside her prepared casserole until an all too familiar voice startled her.

“I knew it!”

With wide eyes, the former assassin turned around to look straight into the very pleased face of non-other than Wong, and a curse fell off her lips.

One for them, minus one for us, she thought while explaining to the sorcerer how she came up with her altered receipt for Ratatouille.

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rmoonstoner · 7 months

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Theme

Oral - Part 2 of Masturbation

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Warnings:

18+, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v sex, breeding kink, cream pie, bit of a finger in your butt, dirty talk, fluff.

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Pairing:

Doctor Stephen Strange x Fem!Apprentice!Reader

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Summary:

Stephen preforms oral on you, then he fucks you. It's short.

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Stephen pulled out of your mouth and you took a deep breath as strings of saliva clung to his still hard cock. He groaned and grabbed your face, leaning down to kiss you as he got on his knees. You felt him push his tongue into your mouth and he let out another low him as he tasted himself on your lips. When he pulled away, he huffed and gave you a sultry look.

"You have perfect, kissable lips, my dear." He whispered as he went back in for more.

You quivered as his hands came to rest on your thighs, his hands moving slowly towards the apex of your thighs. His tongue licked up into your mouth, twisting and dancing with yours as his hand finally came to your wet mound. His fingers quickly dipped between your pussy lips and he pushed two fingers inside of you. You gasped and arched your hips, feeling his fingers slide deeper and deeper inside of you. He moved down and nipped the crook of your neck.

"So fucking wet, princess. Can you hear it?" He husked as he pushed his fingers in nice and deep, curling them against your sweet spot and rubbing it nice and slow. You could hear the wet sounds as he worked his hand expertly.

"Y-yes, fuck… Master…" You whined back and wrapped your arms around his neck, going to bury your face in his shoulder as you began to see stars.

"Fucking tight, too. Just like I thought…" He grunted and slipped a third finger inside of you while bringing his thumb down onto your clit. You shook for him and dug your fingers into his shoulder and his scalp, gripping his hair tightly in a fist.

"D-don't stop…" You mewled into ear and he tilted his wrist, fingers pushing harder and moving faster. His thumb worked your clit slowly, which was torture compared to his quickly moving digits.

"I want to taste you, princess, may I?" Stephen asked with a growl.

"Yes!" You whimpered back.

"Yeah?" He asked, taunting you with a good few heavy strokes to both your gspot and clit. You gushed, your vision blurring as you came.

"Yesss…Ugnnn… Fuuuck." You hissed and shook in the chair, and Stephen kept fucking you with his fingers, going slower and slower, until you caught your breath.

He didn't stop altogether, and merely moved down, kissing your neck, clavicle, and chest. He avoided your breasts, and kept going down to your center, his finger flicking every so often, his thumb matching each stroke by pushing down on your clit. You bucked as his face hovered over your pussy, his hot breath tickling your skin.

"You smell so good." He rumbled and leaned forward.

You felt his tongue caress your lips all around, then lazily replaced his thumb, rolling it over your clit. You moaned and tossed your head back, hands flying into his hair as he lapped away as slowly as he could.

"St-stephen! That feels so g-good!" You cried out as his lips slowly latched around your clit and he sucked gingerly on it while his fingers wriggled and stroked you from the inside. He grunted, bringing his other hand down and around your waist, pulling you closer as he kept sucking and licking.

"Gonna… Gonna come…" You struggled to speak, and Stephen took that as a sign to keep going.

You felt the dam break, and you shut your eyes as everything spiraled out in a splash of psychedelic colors and stars. You had never come so hard in your life, and you screamed, your voice cracking as you vibrated with pleasure. Stephen hummed and came back up, licking his lips and grinning devilishly.

"Sweet, princess… You did so well. You taste divine, and now I want to fuck you. Would that be alright?" He asked as he handed you an open bottle of ice cold water. You snatched it up and guzzled it back, then tossed the empty bottle behind you.

"Where do you want to take me?" You answered, and he chuckled darkly.

"On my desk. I want you on your back, legs on my shoulders, as I fuck into you deeply. I want to see your eyes when I break you."

He growled and moved you to the desk with his magic.

Stephen pounced on you, his hands going to your legs and gliding along your skin until he got to your knees. He hooked his elbows under them, pulling them up and over his shoulders as he rested his thick cock on your wet folds. He groaned and slid himself back forth, coating his throbbing skin with your slick.

"Stop teasing me, and put it in already!" You whined and squirmed as he licked your neck and slowly put a hand around your neck.

"I should tease you for hours. Edge you and then make you into a babbling, overstimulated mess. It would serve you right for the past several months of your teasing, but I'll be nice, and ask you..."

"What do you want?"

"Do it, then. Fuck me, Master. Fuck me and don't stop. I want you to fill me with your come, and keep fucking until you come again. I want to be nice and full." You begged and squirmed.

"Fuck… You want me to breed you?" He whispered hotly, his face looking deeply lustful.

"Yes, please!"

"Oh, princess… I'll make you my queen." Stephen growled and he pushed himself in slowly.

With every inch, you could feel him stretching you to your limits, his cock pushing and throbbing as you gasped for air. When he was fully seated within you, you could barely breathe, your hands gripping his wrists tightly.

"O-ohhh…"

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck… You're perfect, and look you… You took all of me." He rumbled as he gripped your jaw and tilted your face to look at him.

"You're so big… Stephen… Ahhh…" You huffed as he leaned in and kissed you gently.

He quickly deepened the kiss and reared his hips back slowly, before slamming himself back to the hilt. You yelped into his mouth, and he pulled you closer, thrusting harder and faster. With each hefty stroke, you felt yourself shake and quiver. He seemed to drag himself hard against your gspot,

"And you're so tight! Gods… You feel so good." Stephen groaned as he went harder, shaking his desk with each heavy thrust. You could hear skin slapping and the wet squelching of you pussy as he fucked into you nice and deep.

Stephen whispered something you couldn't quite catch, his breath hot and tingling your ear. You felt one of his hands dip between you two, while the other went back to your throat. He squeezed lightly, and you whimpered as he found your clit.

"St-stephen! Gonna… Gonna…"

"Come on my cock. Soak me, my love."

You heard him call you his love, and your heart fluttered while your pussy clenched and you came. You dug your nails into his wrists, hissing and panting as your head lulled back, thumping against the desk softly. You shook and writhed against him, feeling him dig himself deeper and deeper as you gushed and clenched all around him.

He moaned loudly and pushed in as deep as he could go, his balls resting perfectly against your ass. You felt him twitch, his cock pulsing as he shot ropes and ropes of thick come inside of you. You moaned, feeling him suddenly go harder as his face went to your neck and he sucked a mark into your skin.

"I love you… I fucking… Love you…"

He husked as he moved to your shoulder and licked and made another purple cruise appear. You whimpered and squirmed in his grasp, but he didn't stop.

"You feel so good." He grunted and reared back, hands gliding up your legs and holding your ankles tightly as his hips rocked against yours.

"So fucking wet for me… My good girl…" Stephen praised you as he shifted you to the side and moved a hand to your ass. He grinned and winked at you, before he swept some of the expelled come from your pussy and swept it over your asshole. You gasped, feeling his thumb push inwards and you started to buck against him, grinding your clit against his pelvis.

"Yeah, baby… You're mine now." Stephen grunted and bit your lower lip as he rested his forehead against yours.

"Stephen! Oh, fuck!" You were getting close again, the sensations almost too overwhelming to bear. Stephen leaned in and kissed you last time, before he roared and slammed hard and fast into you. You groaned, coming again as he held you and stirred his dick inside of you nice and hard, the head of his cock rubbing your cervix.

"I love you, Stephen…"

You groaned back, and he came again, shoving himself hard and deep as he vibrated.

"I love you, too. Come to my room. Sleep with me."

You smiled and nodded, and in an instant, you were in his bedroom, under the covers. He gave you a warm smile and kissed you softly, then he curled around you, his face nestled by the nape of your neck. You yawned and cuddled up, closing your eyes and falling asleep, with him snoring softly behind you, holding you lovingly.

You both won that night.

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lokidokieokie · 11 months

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Beyond the Pages | Chapter #1 - Into the Unknown

Series Summary: It was just your weekly trip to the comic-book store. While looking for a comic for your collection, you stumble upon an old-looking book, with an odd combination of symbols on the cover. You, being drawn to the weirdness of it, pick it up and open the cover. A strange force surrounded your person; and the next thing you knew, you were waking up on the steps of what looked to be 177A Bleecker Street. What had you gotten yourself into?

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): none that I can think of, lemme know if I've forgotten something

You blinked in confusion as you looked at the world around you. The last thing you remember was holding that old comic book. And now you're lying on the steps of a building that you'd pretty much memorised. A building straight from the scene of your favourite movie.

You sat up slowly, trying to rub the ache in your head away as you tried to make sense of what was happening. Your mind was reeling. This couldn't be real. Something must've happened and you passed out. You were dreaming; you had to be.

The sound of the Sanctum door opening, and someone clearing their throat brought you out of your thoughts. There in all his 1.83m glory, stood Doctor Stephen Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme; your hero.

He took one look at you and sighed, "I suppose you're the reason for the cosmic shift?"

You gulped, a lump forming in your throat. This was the Stephen Strange. The most notorious neurosurgeon the Marvel Universe had even seen; probably the greatest Sorcerer Supreme in the multiverse...and you were sitting at his doorstep like some drugged out weirdo.

With your eyes wide with embarrassment, you quickly stood up and squeaked. You swore you saw a flash of amusement in his eyes at the sound.

"Now I'm only going to ask this once, because, quite frankly, I have other problems I need to attend to. What master do you serve?"

You giggled at that. That line was ten times better said in person than any movie could ever portray.

"Does that line work on anybody?"

His eyebrows raised, "All answers so far lead to no."

You smiled, "I didn't think so."

You swear his lips almost quirked up in a smirk, and that made you feel a rush of relief. Maybe now he wasn't going to banish you or cast some sort of spell on you. But the situation itself was still bewildering.

"I'm sorry for my lack of manners," you said, fidgeting with the comic book in your hands. "I didn't mean to intrude in the Sanctum."

Stephen seemed to study you intently, his gaze seemingly piercing through your soul. "You possess an otherworldly energy," he said, his voice calm yet laced with curiosity. "It's unlike anything I've encountered before. How did you come to possess it?"

You blinked, taken aback by his astute observation. Maybe he's a sort of Sherlock in every universe...

"I- I don't know how I got here," you stammered, struggling to find the right words. "One minute I was holding this comic book in a store, then everything went...strange--no pun intended. Next thing I knew, I was here on your doorstep."

His expression softened as he listened to your words. "An enchantment," he murmured to himself, "Multiversal travel?"

A look of clarity flashed across his face, "The Nexus of All Realities."

You tilted your head, confusion written across your face, "The nexus of what now?"

"It's sort of a cosmic crossroads," Stephen began to explain, his voice laced with a bit of fascination and caution. "A convergence of different dimensions and realms. If you were holding an artefact connected to the Nexus, it's possible that it transported you here."

You glanced down at the comic book in your hands, suddenly seeing it in a new light. "So, this comic book...it's more than just a collectors item?"

Stephen nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. "In this reality, it seems to hold a deeper power. And by some twist of fate, it brought you to our world."

A mix of excitement and trepidation coursed through your veins. You, like many other Marvel fans, had read countless fanfics about the possibility of shifting or travelling to the Marvel Universe; but now that it's come to fruition, it was both thrilling and overwhelming.

"Are you alright?"

You let out a shocked laugh, "It's just, I-I'm just a huge fan," you admitted, a sheepish grin spreading across your face. "I never expected to end up in the Marvel Universe. It's like a dream come true! But, I don't know what to do about it."

Stephen's eyes softened, a glimmer of understanding shining within them. "Rest assured, I will do everything in my power to help you, uh..."

"Oh! Y/n, my name is Y/n."

He smiled, "I will do everything in my power to help you, Y/n."

You nodded, feeling a mix of gratitude and nervousness. "Thank you, Doctor Strange."

He inclined his head in acknowledgement. "Trust, Y/n, is not something that I hand out freely, so we'll start somewhere simple. Call me Stephen."

With a wink, Stephen led you into the Sanctum, where a whole new world of possibilities was awaiting for you...you just didn't seem to know it yet.

A/N I'm so sorry for this taking so long...I've been so caught up with life. Here is my little going away present.

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strangelockd · 1 year

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A Relieving Light (Preview)

Pairing: Sinister Strange X Fem Reader

Synopsis: Waking in a world that is not your own, you see a man before you that looks oddly like the man you once loved.

A/N: This is kinda proofread and not complete yet. It honestly feels like garbage. But I couldn’t help but post a bit of it. Ive missed writing for this dark prince ❤️

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The air was thick inside the grand bedroom as he slowly placed his scarred hands behind his back; scars that reflected his foolish past. Stroking the calloused lines of his hands Sinister couldn’t help but be lost in thought. His tired eyes bounced between the storm raging outside, and the beautiful maiden now sleeping peacefully in his bed. Passed out from the stress and toll of the day before, you were a intriguing creature to say the least. Part of his mind thought between sending you back, but there was something greater that begged him to have you stay.

Perhaps it’s a sudden burning desire to be near someone again? Oh no, it couldn’t be that…for the many years of being alone have not been kind to Stephen. Not that it wasn’t partially due to his own life choices. But with the years of being the only soul left in his world, Stephen Strange was suddenly thinking a million things at once. The natural instinct was to always keep your guard up.

Sinister didn’t know how you found his haunted house, all he could recall was suddenly seeing a flash of white and then black. Next thing he knew he heard a loud crash coming from the main room; his natural response was in no doubt be on the defense. For the creatures that lurk in his mind were something far more to fear in his eyes compared to a simple woman. Hearing a soft groan Sinister shifted his head suddenly in your direction as he watched you finally stir awake.

Rubbing your eyes things slowly shifted into focus, including the tall man before you. Stepping forward taking a seat at the foot of the bed his eyes never left you. Making a simple gesture of his hand he ignited the many candles surrounding the dimly lit room. There before you wasn’t the Stephen Strange you thought, but a much more different variant.

For his eyes still captured the same spirit as the man you once loved. But as your eyes slowly trailed down to take in his features you couldn’t help but notice the slight hollowness of his cheeks accompanied by a longer more disheveled goatee. The ravenous colored threads cradled his handsome features that in turn gave an air of elegance about him.

Something about this Stephen felt…different.

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clouded-dreams2 · 2 years

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A Warmer Winter Night | Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader

a/n: Let’s pretend I didn’t write this at 2 am, and let’s also pretend that this is out when I intended it to be.

Warnings: Smut, P in V, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Oral (F and M receiving), Praise, Technically getting caught after the act, Minimal plot, There are probably more, tread carefully.

Paring: Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader

“Fine. You both can have the sanctum for the night.” You had overheard Wong and Stephen’s fight about Stephen needing the sanctum for the night. He had something stirring under his sleeves and you had no idea what. He smirked; all you knew was it was supposed to continue snowing into the early morning. You were typically covered in blankets when it snowed, the sanctum however beautiful was very cold if there was not a fire going and ten blankets while you were trying to sleep.

“Thank you.” Strange spoke as Wong left the sanctum through a portal. Stephen then went on to read in the library. You had questioned why he needed the sanctum if all he was going to do was read. You walked into the library, the snow started to pick up and the sanctum started getting colder and colder.

“Stephen?” You asked. He hummed in response as you walked over to where the noise he made came from. You found him lying on the couch with blankets and a hot chocolate accompanying him. He looked comfortable. He looked warm. You noticed that you started getting colder, and uncomfortable by the minute.

“I’m cold.” You stated, you wanted him to let you under the blankets with him. Taking each other's body heat. He got up discarding the blankets, placing the book on the table next to his hot chocolate. He walked out of the library doing some sort of mental magic to light the fire. He hadn’t spoken a word.

“Baby? Do you want to cuddle?” You asked, starting to get annoyed by his silence. He knew what he was doing, he knew every step to back you into a corner. He was a sly bastard with a photographic memory.

“Sure.” He played it off. He grabbed two blankets from the library and made his way back to where you are, standing near the fire two hands extended to warm up. You were shivering due to the cold. He laid out a blanket on the floor snapping his fingers for the blanket to stretch and make itself flat. He sat down on the blanket, grabbing your hand as you sat next to him. He threw the other blanket over the both of you. He smiled, wrapping his arms around your body.

“You’ve been uncharacteristically quiet.” You turned to face Strange. You brought your hand to caress the side of his face, you traced a small scar that ran on his forehead. Admiring all that you could.

“My mind has been busy.” he spoke, giving a peck to your neck. Then he looked back into your eyes, searching them for discomfort. He brought you closer to him, closing the small gap between the both of you. Your chest pressed against his, his legs intertwined with yours. He brought his lips to yours as his hand found yours, using the new leverage to turn you on your back as he found his place above you.

“W-What are you doing?” You were confused, a minute ago this man seemed like he wanted nothing to do with you, like he wanted to read and be left alone. Now, he was showing a whole different side of himself. You understood what his tactics were, he needed you and he needed you to need him. He trailed a kiss down your neck.

“Warming you up, Sweetheart.” He continued with the kisses down your neck, bringing his free hand to dip into your pants.

“Don’t you want to be warm?” He asked with an innocence to his voice that made you want to slap the sly grin off his face. You nodded. He told you he would finish with you later before he was called off to Kamar-Taj after teasing you. You started without him but couldn’t get anywhere due to the noise that came from the entrance room. You weren’t suspecting him home until the early morning, you were suspecting him to be incredibly tired after as well. Instead he was back within 25 minutes, and argued with Wong about having the sanctum for the night.

“If you don’t speak up, I won’t know.” Stephen spoke and pulled his hand out of your pants.

“Yes, Strange. Fuck yes.” He worked on taking off your pants. His middle finger rubbed your folds, feeling your juices that covered them. He searched your face for discomfort, as he pushed his finger into your pussy. You let out a gasp to the feeling of his finger slowly pulling in and out of you. He was tempted to pull them completely out and replace them. He finally got your pants off completely, moving his mouth to between your legs, pulling his fingers out. He went back to supporting his weight, the hand holding yours brought your legs over his shoulders as he started to eat you out. Tongue-fucking you to right before your release, humming against your clit when you moaned. He got off knowing he made you feel this good; he was straining uncomfortably against his sweatpants.

“Tell me.” He stopped his motions and looked at you.

“What do you want me to do, (y/n)? Finish you off with my tongue letting you hang dangerously close to your edge? Or would you rather me finger-fuck you until you cry?” His tone was darker than normal, you knew what was driving him. He needed to be in you, and you were much closer to your edge then he was. He needed to finish you off and wind you back up, just so he could be selfish and claim you as his.

“T-tongue” You knew you could finish off his tongue easily, even if he stopped himself right before.

“You’ve got to be a good girl for me, or no more treats.” He leaned in for a kiss then went back to eating you out. There went the idea of disobeying him, you wanted him in you as much as he needed to be in you.

“Y-y-yes.” You stuttered as you tried to find the composure for words. He brought you so dangerously close to your release. Shit, he could feel himself strain even harder to your moans. He needed you so bad.

“Good girl.” He held your hand in his.

“Do you deserve release?” He knew he was going to give it to you anyways. You just nodded, you had been too busy moaning out what was supposed to be his name. You kept yourself from your release per Strange’s request. You panted and moaned as he went back to his antics.

“Cum for me, doll.” You let out a scream of his name as you soon came around his tongue. Your fingernails dug crescent shapes into his scars on the back of his hand. He took every last drop you had to offer him, some of your juices soaking his goatee. He came back up to passionately kiss you, tasting yourself on his tongue before he broke the kiss standing up. He took off his comfortable sweatpants, the cold brushing his legs as you stole a glance of the black of his boxers, his hard outline of his dick showing.

“God, you are handsome.”

“Tread lightly. I might just fuck you.” You went to your knees, kissing from his thigh to just below his boxers. You weren’t treading carefully, you were throwing yourself into the deep end of a game you would be used for.

“I warned you.” He placed his thumb on your bottom lip, as he tilted your chin to look up at him. You looked so pretty looking at him with a begging in your eyes, his thumb against the bottom of your lip, with your fingers fumbling with the elastic of his boxers. He helped you with his boxers, freeing himself taking in a staggered gasp as the cold air surrounded his cock. You saw the pre-cum leak from his tip. You took him all the way into your mouth, then took him all the way out at a slow pace that almost had him gripping at your hair to speed you up. He snapped his hips trying to feel you again, but you were quick to pull back. Two could play the game he was trying earlier. You slide your hand over his length slowly, teasingly. He tried to snap his hips again before you pulled your hand away.

“Baby. Please?” He wasn’t typically one to give in so easily, but he had worked himself up and he wanted to be under the covers with you. You gave in licking a strip under his dick adding kitten licks to his tip before taking you all the way into your mouth which caused him to groan in pleasure. His hand quickly found your hair matching the pace of his hips. You let him fuck your mouth and occasional caused a vibration to send him closer to his edge.

“Argh.” He tried to bite back a noise as his thrusts got sloppy and he teetered on his release.

“Ah, Fuck.” He growled out as he came, his chest heaved. He pulled out of your mouth after you swallowed every drop of him. He got you and himself fully undressed.

“Stephen?” You earned a hum in response.

“Please. Please just fuck me.” This was a rare occasion where he wouldn’t tease you. He was feeling generous.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He spoke meeting you on the ground. You were flat on your back as Stephen used an elbow to prop him up his other hand came to rest on your hip. He lined himself up and you guided him in. He gave you enough time to adjust, you raised your hips to meet his. He started to move slowly, finding a decent pace. Your fingernails dug into his shoulders as he found a fast pace. He angled himself and you let out a long moan.

“You’re doing so well.” He panted, looking between your bodies. He met your eyes once again kissing your lips. He snapped his hips faster, he muffled your moans against his lips. He pulled back for air, the hand on your hip coming to trace your spin as you arched your back for him. He stopped for a split second searching your face for discomfort. He rammed back into causing you to moan even louder he had found the right position to fuck deeper into you hitting your spot with every thrust. He started to pant faster as you both got closer to your release, you moaned out what was supposed to be his name. He kissed you again, his eyes screwed shut as he got shot with a wave of pleasure when your walls clenched around him.

“I’m n-, shit.” He groaned out bringing a leg that was draped around his waist above his shoulder. Placing the hand flat next to your head, as he pounded into you at a faster speed and found a new depth. You let out one last pornographic moan before you came. He tried to hold himself back.

“W-where do you want me?” He questioned slowing his pace.

“R-Right where you are.. F-fill me.:” He sped up chasing his own pleasure. He placed his left arm just above your hips, across your lower stomach. Trying to get you to cum with him.

“S-Stephen!” You moaned out as you noticed what he was doing. Your back arched as your head was thrown back. He had struggled keeping himself back for much longer.

“Cum for me.” He hid his face in the crook of your neck adding a few kisses to your neck before trailing to your collarbone. Letting a deep groan out as he came, you followed him. He bit into the skin at the base of your neck trying to silence his louder groan as you let out a scream of his name. He rode you both through the high. He pulled out and laid next to you, pulling the blanket up on both of you.

“Warm?”

“Very.” He opened his arms for you to cuddle into him, you faced him. Pulling the blanket up even more as you saw the golden spark of a portal.

“Have any of yo-.” Wong stepped out of the portal, he could draw his own conclusions. He grabbed what he needed.

“I’m not washing your laundry, Strange.” He broke the awkward tension in the air. Strange chuckled as Wong walked off. Strange now had his entire attention on you again.

“Luckily we finished when we did.” You caused Stephen to laugh. He leaned in to kiss the tip of your nose then your lips.

“Very lucky.” He let you cuddle into him as you both laid under blankets in front of the fire. He was laying on his back now as you cuddled into him, your leg found its way just above his hips, his arm rested under the side of your head. He smiled to himself seeing you asleep, he joined you shortly after.

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maudeeloise · 2 years

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stephen strange x fem!reader

you were in apartment, getting dressed for dinner, stephen gonna be there in moment, the door bell ring, stephen was there to come in to your apartment, you two having good time for dinner, stephen loves you deeply, that he might wanna be with you *fluff*

( hope you will write that, thanks so much and have a good day)

One Fancy Dinner || s.s

Pairing : Stephen Stranger x fem!reader

Warning : none

A/N : I’m so sorry that this took so long, I hope you enjoy it.

It wasn’t an ordinary night for both you and Stephen. You were nervous and you tried to hide it as you smiled through the reflection on your bathroom mirror. Your shaky fingers brushed some of your hair to the front — just a few moments ago you just finished straightening your hair.

As your cheek started to become sore, your smile fell. A long groan left your lips. Your head was thrown back in frustration.

Maybe if you weren’t in such state, you would think that you looked beautiful, however the man — who was on the way to pick you up on a date — made you overthought about even the slightest thing.

You were wearing your favourite dress, favourite heels, and even your favourite purse, yet you still felt something wasn’t right. The growing knot on your stomach made your breathing faster and it almost felt like your dress was too tight.

“Oh c’mon, Y/N. Keep yourself together. It’s just a date.” You said to yourself as you took a long breath to calm your breathing.

Just when you started to calm down, the sound of the bell to your apartment rang. You almost jumped at the sudden sound — cursing to yourself at your reaction.

You walked up to the door once you gained your courage and opened it, revealling your date wearing his brand new tuxedo. Your eyes widened in awe. He looked so charming and you couldn’t help but to feel so lucky.

“Are you ready?” He pulled his arm out.

There was a pause before you replied nervously, “Give me one minute.”

The door was closed gently before you checked yourself at the mirror beside it. Right at the other side of the furniture, Stephen raised an eyebrow as he thought that he did something wrong.

He was just as nervous as you. It was his first date ever since he finally moved on from Christine. At first he thought that saving the world would be his next priority, instead of finding a new partner, however you changed his mind.

When he first met you, he was in denial upon his feelings towards you. A part of him was terrified that the same thing could happen between the two of you — if you ever dated — but each time he talked to you, something inside him was convinced that he might had a chance.

The next thing he knew, he was sitting face to face with you on a dinner table in a fancy restaurant. The food was served, but your eyes were scanning the room as you tried to avoid any eye contact with him. On the other side of the table, Stephen had taken too much sip of his wine.

Stephen glanced a few times at you before starting a conversation, “The wine is amazing.”

Your head turned swiftly to face him. “I haven’t tasted them yet, but I’m sure it is.”

“So, Y/N.” Stephen called as he placed the empty glass on the table. “What’s your favourite movie?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to ask me the ‘10 questions to ask on a date’?”

His face flushed at the fact that you caught him red - handed. “Maybe.”

A smile broke on your future. It was the first time that night that you finally felt comfortable. “It’s ‘How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days’… My favourite movie.”

Stephen hummed at your response. “Classic.”

“What about yours?” You quirked an eyebrow as you took a sip of your wine.

“I don’t really have one.” He answered.

“You don’t have a favourite movie!?” You let out a fake gasp. Your hand was placed on your chest and the other hand was holding the glass of red wine. Stephen shook his head, smiling at your reaction. “I want to believe that you are lying.”

“Unfortunately, I’m not.” He chuckled. “I don’t watch movies that much.”

“I’m not surprised at this point, honestly.” You took another sip of your wine before placing the glass on the table. Your body leaned forward against the table. “Let’s make a promise.”

Stephen mimicked your action, raising his eyebrow as he was curious to know on what you promise you were about to make. “What promise?”

“After dinner, you’ll drive me home and you will watch ‘How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days’ because a part of me is sure that you haven’t watched the movie.” By the end of the sentence, the corner of you lips turned up into a smirk.

“Deal.” Stephen nodded. He leaned back to his chair and you followed his action. “However, I’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

“Oh, I’m curious.” Your smirk widened.

Stephen sighed deeply. His smile fell from his lips. Serious and nervous was written on his future. Slowly, your smirk fell too and the awkward tension was back again.

“Y/N.” He started. You felt a lump growing on your throat before you gulped, but it didn’t leave. “Ever since I met you, I’ve been feeling something I haven’t felt for quite a while.”

“Stephen-”

“The reason we’re here tonight is to ask a particular question I’ve been meaning to ask you.” Stephen took a long pause. “Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

Your breath hitched at the question as your eyes widened in surprise. Your mouth opened, but no word left your lips. The nervous feeling abruptly made you mute.

“Please say something.” Hope laced through his voice and you couldn’t help but to feel more nervous.

After a while, you managed to let out a long sigh in relief. “I’m sorry. I’m just really nervous. It has been a while since I heard that question.”

“Y/N-”

“Yes, I would love that.” A nervous smile slowly formed on your lips. “I would love to be your girlfriend, Stephen.”

“Oh thank God.” Stephen let out a sigh in relief.

You chuckled at his reaction and went to cover your face as you shook it. “I’m so sorry. I was surprised and nervous. I just-”

“It’s alright.” He reached for your hands to uncover your face. “I was nervous too.”

A soft smile formed on his lips. As you witnessed his future, your breathing finally calmed. You could feel your fingers slowly relaxed in his grip. He gently placed both of your hands on the table beside the foods and drinks.

“So are we still watching the movie?” You asked.

“Yes, but we need to finish our dinner first.” He answered befor letting go of your hands.

A smile of excitement broke on your face. “You’re the best.”

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theangstyboiblog · 2 years

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What Now? Stephen Strange x Sorcerer Fem!Reader

Stephen Strange x Master Sorcerer female!reader

Synopsis: Something that had barely begun was torn from your grasp five years ago. Each day since has been dark and filled with heartache. When Thanos is defeated and the world returns to some form of ‘normal’, you struggle to find just where you stand in relation to one Dr. Stephen Strange.

Will follow the events of Endgame and Multiverse of Madness.

Chapter 1: The Blip

Smoke still rises from the wreckage below. It’s a desolate, lifeless, cratered valley littered with the remnants of civilizations long dead and buried. You’re holding your side with your good arm, a good number of ribs broken. You aren’t sure if it’s the pain of broken bones or the realization that the unthinkable just happened, which stifles every breath you take nearly suffocating you. Your thumb habitually nudges the bare skin of your fingers, where your sling ring once was, the metal now lost in the rubble of flaming ruins and smoldering meteors.

“What happens now?” you ask the man standing beside you. You’re hoarse and you’re not sure he hears you. You start to turn and he begins to answer.

“I can’t tell you.”

“Stephen…” You twist too fast, a grimace marring your face. He steps towards you, concern wrinkling his forehead. Raising your hand you set it on his chest, steadying yourself. You look up, already opening your mouth to argue with him, but its as though he knows exactly what you’re about to say.

“I told Stark – I can’t tell you, or anyone, because if I do, we will lose everything.”

Your heart thuds in your chest as you take in his wide eyes, the quiver in the corner of his mouth. “You’re scaring me,” you whisper.

“I know,” he says, thumb grazing softly over the peak of your cheekbone. “I really wish you hadn’t come after me.”

“Would whatever’s coming, still have happened?” you ask, unable to stop yourself from leaning into him, turning your head to rest against his chest.

A soft chuckle leaves him. “Yes.”

“Then I’d rather be here, with you.”

He takes in a breath, a hiss of air between clenched teeth. “Remember that,” he murmurs, voice ragged, and you feel him start to pull away. “Please.”

You look up then, blinking in the sunlight, taking in the bloody gash on his cheek, the disheveled hair, the missing relic that was once strung round his chest. Your fingers run over the empty space over the front of his shirt.

“Strange!”

Turning together, one last glance thrown each other’s way, you find Stark and Peter in the center of the crater below, the younger helping the wounded man to stand. Tony’s side is bandaged with scraps, Stephen’s field dressing a quick makeshift attempt to stop the bleeding. He still needs to get to a hospital. You all do. Stephen’s hand warmly ghosts over the bare skin of your shoulder as he steps down. You follow. Then you stop in your tracks as the others come into view around the corner of a fallen building. Quill’s face is ashen, a terrified expression on his face and behind him, Drax seems to bare the same fear. Then Drax is gone. You think you’re seeing things – perhaps he stepped out of view. It’s as if he's vanished – no longer in sight and your mind struggles to make sense of what you’re seeing.

“Steady, Quill,” Tony says as the second man disappears in a cloud of ash. It rises up, carried on the wind.

You stand frozen, stomach twisting, dropping, tearing – you feel it all at once as everyone that’s left, you, Tony, and Peter turn to face Stephen. He stands with his back to you, shoulders slumped with exhaustion and perhaps something more. Defeat? He and Tony share a look before he glances over his shoulder, eyes finding yours.

“There was no other way,” he tells you, and there’s so much in those five simple words. An apology, an explanation, and an excuse. You step towards him as his gaze drops to the side, eyes becoming distant, face turning gray. He kneels down, hands reaching out to steady himself and you rush forward.

“Stephen—” But you aren’t fast enough. The second your hand meets his shoulder, he gives way, crumbling into a million pieces. “Wh—Where—” You retract your hand, as though avoiding the bite of a snake, eyes wide, heart pounding, lungs clamped still mid-breath. He’s on your skin, dust smeared between your fingers and you struggle between the need to get it off you and the panic of finding him.

This isn’t happening. This isn’t real.

And the sound that leaves you then is the sound of a knife slipping between ribs, wet and broken and bleeding with pain. You fall to your knees helpless, unable to stop the gaping hole growing in your chest. Ragged tears cut down your cheeks as you turn to the two people behind you. Stark stands alone, Nebula behind him. There’s no sign of Peter.

“Where are they?” you whisper, the words cutting your tongue.

And Stark, for all his previous glib, can barely bring himself to answer you. There’s a deadness to his gaze, and you know you haven’t simply lost. You’ve been defeated, ground into the dirt until there’s no point in living.

“They’re gone.”

READ PART 2 HERE

A/N: I am late to the Doctor Strange game, I know. But gah watched Multiverse of Madness last week and mmmmmmm. I'm in trouble y'all. Let me know if you want to be tagged in future updates!

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psychedelic-ink · 2 years

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My contribution to help you to unwind😉: calling him 'daddy' for the first time + Stephen Strange (female reader please)

thank you so much babes! this is actually one of my favorite tropes sdcscds

warnings: daddy kink, piv

send me a kink + character and i'll write a lil'something

He’s deep inside, cock throbbing with every slam of his hips. Your nails bite into his back, his teeth bite into your shoulder. Your bodies move in sync. Stephen’s cock provides a beautiful stretch, the pleasure overwhelming as his fingers play with your clit. You’re so close. You can taste your orgasm on your tongue, every nerve you have is electrified, the sound of your heart rings in your ears, cunt clenching and squeezing around his thick length– Fuck, he makes you feel so good–

“Daddy, please–” you suddenly blurt out much to your horror. His hips still, head raising to meet your gaze, you stare at the ceiling. “I-I mean– I–”

“Daddy?” his lips twist into a mischievous smirk. When you refuse to meet his gaze, he mouths the underside of your jaw, tongue tasting the salt of your skin. “Do you want daddy to make you come?”

“Yes–”

As soon as the word leaves your mouth he’s pounding into you relentlessly. The world around you spins. A series of daddies tumbles out of your lips, he drowns it out with a searing kiss, tongue delving deep into your mouth, he rolls his hips and your clit at the same time.

You’re seeing stars, you part from him with a loud, guttural moan. Your jaw slack, slick gushes down your thighs. Everything feels so wet now. You pant heavily. Stephen peppers your face with soft kisses before pressing his lips against your flushed ear.

“Daddy’s not done with you yet.”

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darling-i-read-it · 1 year

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Flashlight

Stephen Strange x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: nwh spoilers, the reader being protective of peter, brief talks of children lol

Author’s Note: thank you so much for being here sophie <3 I hope you like the little banter I cooked up for you <3 <3

Requested: by @captainsophiestark , Also, if you’re feeling it, could I request a fic with Jack Thompson, Stephen Strange, or Shang-Chi with the prompt “So now what? You’re just gonna chase after them with a flashlight and righteousness?” Preferably with some fluff, but feel free to pick and choose and take whatever parts you’re interested in writing or ditch the rest! Or ditch the whole thing if it’s not the vibe 😊 happy holidays and enjoy your writing while you’ve got some time and are feeling it!! ❤️❤️❤️

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

The Sanctum Sanctorum was larger than you ever thought it was. Stephen never left it and when you wanted to visit him, you got to enter the vast halls. The rooms were tall and the doors led to other worlds. You were used to the main room, the one that Wong always greeted you in. You were used to the basement that had forbidden books locked up on shelves. You were even used to some of the rooms with literal portals to other places.

But you truly never understood the rest of it.

“There’s no map?” you asked, walking beside Stephen. The sanctum was frozen over today. Something about a door being left open. You were given a snow jacket when you came in. He was holding a large book, twiddling it with his fingers. You glanced over, admiring the rings on his fingers. You wanted to ask if they meant anything, magically, or if he just wore them to be fashionable.

“There doesn’t need to be a map. I know where I’m going.” You rolled your eyes.

“What about visitors? I could make you a pamphlet. You could host tours.”

“What makes you think I want to host tours of the Sanctum, a place where magic is kept and contained?”

“I don’t know. How much does being a sorcerer even pay?” It was his turn to roll his eyes. “I mean, you pay when we go out on dates but are you struggling? Do I need to help?”

Usually he would give you a rather annoyed quip back but he remained silent. He was turning corners too quickly and you could barely keep up. He was distracted, fingers flipping through the pages of the book. You looked over his shoulder but didn’t catch anything you could understand.

“Stephen?” You spoke quietly, hoping to break him out of whatever trance he had induced himself into. He had been distracted all day. You came to visit him just for lunch but lunch was over and now you didn’t want to leave until you knew he was alright. “What is it?”

“I got a visit from Peter Parker today,” he hummed under his breath.

“I haven’t seen Peter in a while. How is he?”

“He didn’t get into MIT.”

“Oh,” you mused sadly. He was such a bright boy. Then you remembered that he had just been outed for being Spider-Man. It was nearly impossible to keep up with all the news on every superhero in New York. Hell, you just heard Daredevil was back in the streets after being gone. Hawkeye was out there somewhere with some girl who shared his taste for weapons. Though you supposed you should've reached out to Peter. “What did he want?”

“He wanted everyone to forget he was Spider-Man.”

“Can you do that?”

“Unfortunately yes.” He stopped walking, shutting the book aggressively. It caused you to blink.

“Did you?”

“Unfortunately. Yes.”

“Oh.” You breathed evenly. “I remember?”

“Parker has a wonderful way of messing up my concentration. The two of you have that in common.” You would’ve laughed had you not been so worried about Peter. That was quite a feat to ask of Stephen. How much of it had actually gone into effect? Did his Aunt remember? Were you going to forget?

“Having your memory stripped away like that without your permission is demoralizing Stephen,” you said quietly. “You didn’t ask any of his friends? His aunt?”

The two of you passed the threshold into a darker room Stephen to magically light some candles but he handed you a flashlight that was resting on one of the snowy tables. You took it wordlessly, a scrunched look on your face.

“Don’t wanna burn the Sanctum down,” he muttered. “And I know. He seemed in dire straits and he did save the world once.”

“Well he had help.”

“You jumped right into a memory reversal spell.”

“That I did.” You pursed your lips, thinking of Peter. You couldn’t imagine. He was just a kid. All of the other heroes you knew were adults, mostly coherent with their actions. Except for Peter who was thrust into this world head first. He never got a chance to say no. Tony Stark gave him shiny machines and a promise of a fantastic life.

Tony Stark was dead.

You stopped walking. You put your hand gently on Stephen’s upper arm, not looking at him.

“I should make sure he’s alright,” you muttered. Stephen was staring down at you, squinting in the darkness of the room. He could clearly see the cold in your breath. The concern etched in your eyebrows. He tilted his head down in judgment.

“So now what? You’re just gonna chase after him with a flashlight and righteousness?” he questioned, sarcasm lacing his voice. You looked up at him through your lashes, a straight lipped look on your face.

“How do you really feel?” “I did what he asked. He has to reap the consequences.”

“He’s a child.”

“Children need to learn from their mistakes.”

“Remind me never to have children with you,” you muttered. He grabbed your arm and pulled you softly closer to him. It wasn’t an aggressive tug, nor was it one that warranted much reaction from you. He just wanted to be closer to your face. You knew Stephen and you knew his moves.

“We’d be great parents,” he said, voice oddly seductive.

“That was too sultry to be serious Stephen.” Your smile had not returned. “He’s a kid. We can help him learn from his current mistake but I’d like not to help him make more.”

“You’re so level headed. Great parent behavior.”

“Stephen, can you just agree with me?”

“I agree with you. Let’s leave this very dark and cold room.”

The two of you left the room, discarding your flashlights at the door. You were once agin in the windy hallways of the sanctum.

“I can leave if you need to figure this out,” you offered. “I don’t want to be more of a distraction to you figuring out this problem.” He rolled his eyes.

“You’re not going anywhere. Wong has gone somewhere and I need help.”

“You’re gonna make me read boring books aren’t you?”

“All in a day's work.”

“This isn’t my work. I’m your girlfriend.”

“I love when you remind me of that.” You opened your mouth to quip back when he stopped walking suddenly. You turned to face him. You rested a hand on his arm as he held his stomach. He didn’t look like he was in pain. Something had disturbed him.

“What? What is it?” He groaned, not in pain but in annoyance.

“There was just a rip in the time space continuum.” Your eyes went wide.

“I’m sorry?”

“I imagine I’ll be getting a phone call from Peter Parker here, very soon.” You took a deep breath in through your nose.

“Looks like I’ll be seeing the boy after all.” He nodded.

“Seems like it.” He put his hand on your back and started to lead you away. “We should get prepared for some sort of large occurrence. You’ve lucked out of books this time darling.”

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geeky-politics-46 · 2 months

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Am I getting the urge to write a last-minute Valentine's story for our OG Stephen? Yes. Yes I am.

Or should i do it for Sinister Strange?

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eviesaurusrex · 2 years

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ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇꜱ, ᴘᴛ. 2 | ꜱ. ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ

GIF not mine!

Stephen Strange x Avenger!Reader

word count: 9.8k (send some help, please)

warnings: even more fluff, a bit of angst, nightmare, some good ol’ nightmare aftercare proudly presented you by Stephen Strange, more sneaking around the team, the team gets suspicious, cursing, curse words, Stephen being… Stephen, injuries

author’s note: pt. 2 is here!!!! Gosh, I’m still so excited about this ask and have to pour my entire heart into it. Thanks again for the request @clockblobber <3 This one is proofread but ignore mistakes if you stumble upon them – my brain is mush today, and I’m gonna go over it again tomorrow

»pt. 1 is here«

Typing away on her phone – Stephen had been at Kamar-Taj for quite some time now to deal with the new students of the mystic arts, and she had insisted that he saved all his energy for teaching them instead of visiting her every night – YN entered the living area of the compound after arriving from an intel mission only minutes ago. Scott followed close behind because his adjustable size had been crucial for the success of the mission, and with a deep sigh, he dropped into one of the armchairs unoccupied by the other present Avengers who had gathered for movie night.

YN didn’t even notice, too enthralled by the device between her fingers, and ran straightly into a walking Peter, who almost lost his balance. “Woah, hey there, Peter.” She grabbed his arm to prevent him from meeting the floor on a more intimate level and pushed the phone into the back pocket of her jeans. “Sorry, didn’t see you,” YN apologized while patting his shoulder softly. She always had gotten a soft spot for the young man and always looked out for him during missions, even though he could handle himself pretty darn good.

The brunette shook his head in protest. “It was my–…” But YN didn’t let him finish. “Nah-uh, I don’t wanna hear a single word.” She turned her head to be greeted by seven pairs of staring eyes, curiosity filled their irises completely – and she didn’t like one second of it. “Nevermind. You people prepared some decent snacks, or do I have to do the work again?” Because that had been the case during the last couple of movie nights which ended in ordering pizza and bickering about the choice of film.

They never really managed to watch more than one before it’s gotten worse and worse until Tony demanded the remote control sovereignty because he had paid for everything they used, while Nat and herself booed loudly because the Widows never were a fan of another Star Wars-filled night. Peter was always on Tony’s side – naturally – while Bucky and Steve kept themselves out of the discussion, still not really used to the “new” pop culture they had to face nowadays. At least Wanda, Clint, and Scott counted themselves as a constant part of Team Widow, and Thor, as well as Bruce, loved to hop between camps, always depending on the movie in question. Only Vision was indifferent, but everyone had gotten used to it by now.

It was utter chaos, sometimes even on the brink of anarchy, but YN loved it. She never had something like that in her life – at least, she couldn’t remember having a family – because she was never as lucky as Nat and never had a pretending family. Even though she wasn’t sure if she would’ve liked it very much. She always had lived her life within the confinements of the Red Room, always under the watchful eye of high-ranking generals and officers, always under the influence of a drug she didn’t want to remember. She had killed not only for Dreykov but also Hydra. She had met the Winter Soldier long before he had escaped his cruel purpose. And then, Nat had found her during one of her missions, months after the attack on New York, and Bruce and Tony had managed to get the drug out of her system. They had saved her and given her a life with a purpose, with a moral compass. YN had gotten another chance. And with that chance, a certain master of the mystic arts came into the picture – and the rest was history.

Blinking rapidly, YN escaped her thoughts and turned her attention back to the group. “The food is on its way, but we could use some more snacks,” Wanda told her, an apologetic smile on her face, but YN only rolled her eyes with a grin. “Sure y’all do. I’m gonna get you covered – but don’t you dare start the movie without me!” She made eye contact with Tony, who already held the remote in hand, and cocked not only an eyebrow but her head as well. “Try me, Stark,” she warned, and the man raised both hands in surrender. “We will behave perfectly.” Nodding, YN turned around, phone already in hand again, and trotted through the corridor into the kitchen.

Arriving there, the device started to vibrate, but it wasn’t an incoming text. With a soft smile, she accepted the call and settled the phone between ear and shoulder. “To what do I owe the honor of your call?” A greeting wasn’t necessary between these two anymore. Calling one another was as simple as taking Wilson down in combat training, unlike during the beginning of their relationship. Calls had been an utter nightmare.

A chuckle echoed through the speaker. “Do I need a reason to call the woman to whom I’ve pledged my love and devotion?” Softly laughing, YN grabbed a stack of bowls out of one of the many cupboards and spread them over the counter. “I see, you’ve read a lot of Shakespearian-sounding literature. Anything interesting?” She could hear Stephen’s grin from the other end of the world. “A few works weren’t that bad. I found spells I have never heard of before, and I think they could be useful if mastered properly. What are you up to, darling?”

In the meantime, YN had grabbed an assortment of snacks, and after ripping every package open, she dumped them in the waiting bowls, one by one. “Oh, nothing. It’s Friday, so we have movie night at the compound, and it will be a nightmare after film one. Just the usual.” She almost felt his sympathy physically. “I suppose Stark won’t give up the remote?” Scoffing, the Widow rounded the kitchen island to take a closer look into the freezer. “You can bet your sexy ass on it, love. Oh, yes. Come to me, ice cream!” She hadn’t planned for the outburst to leave her lips, but well.

With an evil chuckle, YN grabbed the last package of ice cream from behind a mountain of frosted vegetables – Nice try, Tony – and opened the foil to start eating it before returning to the living room. “Remind me never to hide any ice cream from you, my evil darling,” he laughed, and YN grinned happily. “It’s his ice cream. I would never dare to steal your ice cream because I love you dearly, my dear.”

Softly humming while eating the sweet substance, the woman leaned against the counter, totally unaware of the young man who stood just around the corner and heard every single word. She and Stephen talked for a few minutes more before they ended the call with the promise of a cozy weekend after she came back from her scheduled mission in Prague.

Meanwhile, Peter stood almost frozen in the middle of the living room, eyes wide and unsure where to start – and if he should say a word about the discovery he just had made anyway. But his mouth was faster than his brain. “Uhm… You always complain that YN is… is vanishing so often?” Instantly, Peter had gathered the attention of every single soul within this room. Steve furrowed his forehead, and even Bucky looked a bit worried while Tony straightened up on his spot on the couch. “Yeah? Talk, kiddo.” Peter scratched the back of his head and shrugged. “I think she has a boyfriend – or girlfriend! I’m totally open for both if she likes women more than men and if her partner in crime is a woman, that’s super cool because rainbows and love and–…” Scott patted his shoulder to silence the young superhero. “Think, that’s enough, Peter.”

The team exchanged glances before a bubbling laugh escaped from Tony’s mouth and let them look in his direction. Tears gathered in his eyes while his body shook with every laughter erupted from him. “YN and… and a boyfriend! Best joke ever!” Still laughing, Tony wiped the tears off his cheeks and shook his head. “Keep believing that, kiddo, but we know her a bit longer than you do. She would never have something like that because love isn’t her thing.” Nat cocked a copper eyebrow. “Love is her thing, but only on paper within books because men exhaust her – and she is only interested in them.” Steve seemed not to be convinced fully, but the creases on his forehead slowly erased themselves and Bucky leaned back on the two-seater they shared. “Not everyone needs love in their lives. Some only need certain needs satisfied, and…–“ Wanda threw a pillow against the former Winter Soldier’s head. “Bucky! He is still a teenager!” He raised both hands before crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“But…” Peter tried, but now it was Clint who patted his other shoulder. “Drop it, kid. She disappears to have time to herself. It gets crowded here, and sometimes, her thoughts run in the wrong direction. Can’t blame her. Everyone needs some peace and quietness from time to time.”

Unconvinced, Peter plopped down onto one of the two beanbags, the other entirely reserved for YN herself, and just a second later, three bowls floated through the doorframe into the living room. Before they could settle down on the coffee table between the seating area and flatscreen, Vision and Wanda took them out of the air and placed them down themselves. YN entered right after that, the other three bowls in her arms and a thankful expression in her eyes. “Thanks, V, Wanda. Wasn’t sure if I could master the landing.”

The red-haired witch smiled at her while the Widow rounded the couch and dropped her body onto the dark blue beanbag. “I told you it would get better with some more practice.” She sounded more than a bit pleased. YN grinned up at her. “Yup, totally.” She didn’t need to know that a certain sorcerer had helped her with the powers she mostly could only use with blunt force because no one in the Red Room had bothered to tame her. Years might have been passed since her escape, but those powers were gone for a while after her mind had reached the surface of consciousness. Probably a self-protection mechanism if Stephen was right with his educated guess. At least she could control them to a certain extent now. It would get better over time.

Another text from Stephen shifted her mood for the better after it had tried to take a detour back to the dark place it loved to sit and sulk. The movie was secondary, and even after the food arrived – sushi and pizza – YN barely looked up from her phone and was awfully quiet as soon as the bickering started anew.

Steve watched her closely and shock settled in his chest at the sight of a smile he had never seen on the face of one of his best friends before. Happy. Full of contentment. Her eyes twinkling and sparkling. She never was unhappy, of course not, but the soldier from another time knew the feeling she had always felt – the feeling of not fitting in. And suddenly, a realization crept up on him: Maybe that feeling had vanished somewhere along the road.

;

It was quiet in the compound. The world’s mightiest heroes had ended the day a few hours prior, soon after the Quinjet with YN and Sam had landed on the tarmac. It had become a ritual to wait upon arriving team members and to drink a soothing cup of tea to unwind from the previous mission and catch up on the gossip inside the compound.

Now, YN slept in the warm and loving embrace of a pair of strong arms, her head laying on a softly rising and falling chest, the sounds of Stephen’s deep slumber always the best method to lull her into sleep. But she started to move, softly at first, barely palpable. She rolled off his chest, and naturally, the tight embrace loosened around her body. Nails dragged over the comforter, ripped loose threads off the fabric while YN’s face contorted in confusion and fear, in agony and horror. Her breathing quickened, the heart within her rib cage started to race, and sweat dampened her forehead and back.

The dreams always hunted the Widow, but oh boy. The horrors of other nights were nothing in comparison.

The first escaping moan didn’t wake Stephen, not even the second one, the man too tired from long hours inside the Sanctum’s library to find one specific spell he had needed.

It was the scream that woke him with a startle.

“NO!”

Stephen didn’t need to turn on the light to see exactly where she was after tearing open his eyes. He pushed the traitorous blankets off his legs to scoot over to the moving and trashing woman. His hands almost didn’t grasp her arms because it scared the man how cold and damp her skin was. She had those dreams not as often as they used to come, but they were never this bad.

The next scream, so full of agony and blank horror, ripped his already bleeding heart to shreds. Stephen grabbed her upper arms softly, stroked them, caressed her face while pleading with her barely conscious mind to let her escape her own personal hell.

“YN, please. Please, wake up. I am here, nothing is going to happen. Everything is alright. It’s just a dream, only a dream. I am here, love. God damn it, let her wake up!” His voice sounded helpless, angry about the universe and himself, and with horror in his own eyes, he could see the light of the corridor suddenly shining through the slit between door and floor. Shaking her gently but urgently, Stephen tried it again while multiple hurried steps came closer to her door. “YN. YN! Wake up, love!”

With a violent gasp, her eyes finally teared open, tears staining her reddened cheeks, beads of sweat tracing her temples and contracting throat. Her eyes immediately found his face, but Stephen couldn’t mutter a single word. Instead, he left the bed in a hurry and hid in the bathroom – not his best move, but he didn’t care at the moment – and just in time, he closed the door only for another door to be opened. Hurried voices echoed through the room, and the sorcerer pushed both hands into his hair, running them through it over and over to calm himself and his rapid heartbeat.

He hated how helpless he had felt and still felt while others comforted his girl. He hated every single second of it and counted the moments until they left and closed the door again.

“Stephen…?”

Her small, shaking, and questioning voice pulled the sorcerer out of his spiraling thoughts, and without wasting another second, he ripped open the door. With a few long strides, he was back at her side, settling into their bed and pulling her flush against his chest. Stephen could feel the tears wetting his shirt, but he didn’t care. She could ruin every single piece of clothing he owned, and he would hold her anyway.

“I am here,” he whispered between kisses on her head. “Nothing is going to happen to you.” He could feel her short but stiff nod, almost as if she was a robot and didn’t learn how to move like a human. Both his hands stroked over her back - up and down, in a never-ending motion. Her body still trembled, and YN dug her fingers into the fabric of his shirt, clung to the man like a drowning woman clinging to a piece of driftwood. “I love you. I love you more than anything in this universe. I will always love you. It’s okay. It’ll be okay. They can’t hurt you.” He didn’t make any sense, but it didn’t matter.

After what felt like a never-ending eternity, YN stopped shaking like a leaf, her breathing slowed down again, and her hold on him was not that crushing anymore. “Sorry,” she mumbled, but Stephen was quick to brush through her hair and soothe the rising anxiety within her tormented mind. “Stop apologizing. There is nothing to apologize for.” He needed her to understand that, but his girl was smarter than anyone else – maybe except him.

She tried to find a more comfortable position but gave up because every single piece of fabric clung to her still damp skin. “Where did you hide?” Her voice was only a whisper, but the silence had settled back over the compound, so Stephen heard every single word and every single breath. “The bathroom,” he mumbled and pressed a soft kiss to her neck. YN’s soft chuckle was a good sign, and it put the beginning of a smile on his face. “Not your best move, love. Imagine one of them would’ve gone in there to get a cool cloth or something. What a sight that would be…”

He may roll his eyes, but Stephen was glad that YN could already joke around. That had always been a good sign.

The sorcerer pressed another kiss to her neck before looking into her barely lit face. “Do you want to talk about it?” Slowly, she shook her head. He knew she would decline just now, but he had to ask nonetheless. “Can’t. Need the sun to be up.” Her illogical fear of getting dragged back into the hell that was the Red Room still present in her overworking mind, and she knew how stupid it was. But Stephen never had judged her, not one single second. “Of course,” he said, caressing her face. “How about a shower?” She nodded against his neck, where she buried her face now, and Stephen picked her up with ease to carry her into his former hiding spot.

And that’s where they spent almost an hour under the warm water jet, her eyes closed, while Stephen softly washed her hair and did her entire hair and skincare routine. It always amazed YN how much attention this man granted her alone and how much he seemed to adore her. It was mind-blowing, really, and she desperately wished that this would be something lasting an entire lifetime.

;

Holding hands like lovestruck teenagers, YN and Stephen walked through Greenwich Village to enjoy one of the loveliest golden fall days they had encountered in a long time. She loved seeing the man next to her in casual clothes – a long dark jeans, grey shirt, and a dark green cardigan – though she wasn’t sure what about it made him look so irresistible. Maybe it was the domesticity of it, the warm feeling of home, and the comforting knowledge that one was deeply loved and valued. Or perhaps it was just his good looks and the eyes full of envy thrown her way by nearly every woman they’d passed so far.

Stephen gingerly pulled her closer to his side and put her hand around his bicep, wanting her as close as possible. Everyone should know that this woman wasn’t just an acquaintance, a mere friend who just happened to walk with him in the same direction. He could see the looks full of longing and the visible drool on some male’s chins. It was only natural that he did something about it, so he bent down and pressed a lingering kiss on YN’s temple to show the world what they needed to know. He was glad that reporters didn’t try to bother them anymore.

At least one thing Tony’s existence is good for, Stephen thought cynical, but different from his thoughts, his mood shone as bright as the fall sun over their heads.

“What are you up for today?” YN beat him to this crucial question. “Lazy walks around the block? A trip to Belvedere Castle? Exploring the new exhibition at the Louvre?” Her eyes looked as bright as the sky above them, and if the world paid close attention to the sorcerer now, they would’ve bared witness to the softest of smiles they’d have ever seen. But the world was blind, so the smile full of adoration and utter wonder over how his life had turned only visible for the one woman in his life.

Humming deep in thought, Stephen pulled one of her hands, which were both settled around his arm and in the crook between bicep and elbow, up to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “I’ve heard there is a new patisserie only two blocks further which happens to sell chocolate strawberries,” the man suggested, and pride and satisfaction filled his chest and body at the sight of her round eyes and the radiant smile stretching across her lips.

His past self wouldn’t believe his eyes. During some days, even he had difficulties comprehending the change he went through in order to become as worthy as possible for the woman next to him. Still, he didn’t believe to be worthy enough and was convinced that better men were waiting for her, but he couldn’t let her go. He was, again, too selfish, but she seemingly didn’t mind.

Maybe the universe granted him the happy ending after all.

“Can we go there? Like… now? Immediately?” Grinning, Stephen nodded but didn’t think of using a portal. He needed to savor every single second he could get with her – just as she did with him. So they walked the two blocks, side by side, softly telling each other about their respective days and just basking in each other’s presence.

The idyll got suddenly destroyed as YN stopped dead in her tracks and stared over the busy street to her right. She needed to bent around Stephen because the stubborn man never let her walk next to the road if he was with her, but she was sure her peripheral vision hadn’t tricked her. And the Widow was right: on the other side were Clint and Nat, talking about something which made the archer laugh.

“Fuck,” was all she hissed for now, and even Stephen caught up to her observation. But he couldn’t form a single word because the woman had already grabbed his hand and pulled him to continue their route for now. Her eyes were trained on the opposite side of the road while she gracefully avoided collisions with every approaching passerby. The sorcerer didn’t know how exactly she did that, but maybe it was her own little magic trick. He only followed her, always alternating between looking to the other pair of Avengers and straight ahead to nudge YN in a different direction if necessary.

“We need to turn the next one,” YN decided at the sight of Nat and Clint waiting for the streetlight to turn green. “And we need to be faster.” As soon as the words had left her lips, Nat turned slightly and looked in their vague direction. “Stephen, now.” They dived behind a group of tourists and sneaked into an alleyway but didn’t stop. Instead, their steps increased in speed, and YN guided them through a labyrinth of hidden shortcuts, backyards, and a tremendous amount of turns and corners. “You definitely have Google Maps in that pretty head of yours,” the sorcerer decided after another complicated combination of turning and shortcutting, and YN chuckled cheerfully while he had lost track after the second corner. “The first premise is always to know your neighborhoods better than the content of your backpack. And since I’m spending almost more time here than at the compound, I believed it was time to know my way around – just in case.” Grinning, YN guided them through another alleyway, but now, they stepped onto one of the main streets of Greenwich Village, the Sanctum Sanctorum already in sight.

Stephen turned towards her and cocked an eyebrow. “But what’s with the chocolate strawberries?” YN softly shrugged and circled both arms around his neck; his hands almost immediately settled upon her jeans-clad hips, pushed underneath the long cardigan she had thrown over the old band shirt she wore and which was her pride and joy. She rubbed the tip of their noses against each other and kissed him quickly. “We can get them later. What about that trip to the Louvre? I’m tempted to bet that we won’t see any of their faces in Paris,” the Widow whispered temptingly against his lips, and if Stephen weren’t already sold, he would be now.

But before he released her out of his grasp, he bent his head lower to kiss her properly – one hand tangled in her soft hair while the other pulled her smaller body against his. Their lips moved in complete sync, eyes closed at the blissful feeling of warmth and butterflies, breathing labored, hearts beating rapidly against one another.

Smirking, Stephen ended the kiss with one last sweet peck. He wasn’t sure what had happened in the last two and a half years ever since that woman entered his life and turned everything upside down, but he never would want it any other way.

“Now, we can go,” he spoke with a raspy but tender voice, and the portal opened just behind him to lead the couple into the heart of the city of love. He held his hand open, so YN could take it what she did with a bright smile on her gorgeous face. “Madame.” She curtsied with a soft grin. “Merci beaucoup, monsieur.” The reply escaped her in flawless French as she stepped over the golden glittering threshold, and she pulled Stephen with her before the portal closed itself and released the couple into a carefree Parisian afternoon.

;

“Sometimes you have the greatest ideas,” YN sighed, stomach full and on an endorphin high with all the sugar and love in her system. Stephen stretched his long, toned body over the comforter laying atop his four-poster bed, head propped up on one hand, eyes locked on the woman on the other side of the mattress, the remnants of their small indoor picnic between them. “Only sometimes, hm?” He teased her, and YN laughed wholeheartedly while taking one of the napkins and throwing it in the vague direction of his smirking face. “Oh, stop it,” she grinned before stealing the last chocolate strawberry and plopping the sweet fruit between her lips. Moaning, she chewed with closed eyes and let herself fall back into the pillows. “Best thing there is on this planet.”

His hand moved softly through the air, from left to right, his scarred pointer and ring finger sticking out while the rest was balled to a half-fist, and suddenly, the picnic disappeared. The sorcerer knew it would find its way onto the kitchen counter left from the sink. But he didn’t concern himself with the whereabouts of the dishes because as soon as the magic was executed, Stephen rolled himself on top of YN, arms resting next to her face so he wouldn’t crush her under his weight.

“You’re really trying to insult me even more?” It was only a rumble against her lips, and now it was her to smirk up to the sorcerer. “Yes, because I know what those tiny hits do to you – and what it will bring me,” she whispered back before kissing him softly, the sound of heavy raindrops loud on the windows of the Sanctum.

They had planned for a picnic in Central Park, far away from the privacy-invading eyes of nosy New Yorkers and tourists as soon as they lay eyes on the two Avengers. The forecast had been perfect all week long, but then, just after they had gotten ready and opened the doors of the grand building in Greenwich Village, the sky opened its gates, and the heaviest fall downpour in the history of New York made its appearance. Other people would’ve been crushed – other people as in YN – but Stephen didn’t graduate with honors when he would own nothing but simple-mindedness. He had wrapped YN in his arm, brought her back inside, and with a few flicks of his hands, the master bedroom was prepared for a cozy day indoors. They had watched numerous episodes of Golden Girls – YN loved the sitcom ever since encountering it during her post-Red Room recovery under the watchful eye of SHIELD – and she had even etched Stephen to play one of his old interviews for the prestigious Medical Journal. He didn’t like to dive into his old life, but he loved to watch the evident fascination on his girl’s face at the sight of his accomplishments. Stephen was nothing but a sucker for praise coming from this woman.

The feeling of her soft hands on the nape of his neck and her fingernails gently carding through the short hair there was everything Stephen needed or wanted in his life. It reminded him of his childhood, which barely happens anymore, but with her, everything felt light and bright, just as it did back then. Her chuckle at the feeling of his goatee tickling her lips was the sound he almost loved the most. It ranked somewhere between the tiredly mumbled I love you, Stephen when she was on the brink of sleep and the nicknames she used to call him. Nobody had believed that Stephen was a softy, he at the very least. But he was, and he didn’t want to change a thing about it.

“Thank you,” YN whispered between pecks of his lips and rubbed their noses against each other. She loved doing that. It always gave her a heart attack, for sure, especially when Stephen looked at her like he did now – as if she was the most important and gorgeous being on this planet – but it reminded her that her life was a different one now, filled with soft touches and warmth. There was still violence in it, definitely, but it was the good kind of violence. A violence born in the attempts to make earth a safer place, which was the entire opposite of her upbringing and early adulthood. And the man atop of her was a crucial part of it, and she loved every second. “For what?” His question almost got lost in the kiss they shared, lips moving more heated against one another while the tip of YN's tongue teased his soft bottom lip. YN shrugged and let Stephen roll over the mattress and, simultaneously, pull her on top of him. She propped her arms on his broad, strong chest - one of her preferred places on earth - and peppered his chin with soft kisses while searching for the right words. “For showing me love and how it is to be loved, and for always reminding me that this is my life now and not a dream I will wake up from one day and find myself back at square one. You’re completing me, love.” Her last words were barely a whisper, still too shy and insecure about expressing the depths of her feelings for this man, even though they had enough reasons to already know about them.

She was always scared of pushing him away with the intensity of her emotions as if her soul tried to compensate her for all those years without them, and YN probably would be scared for the rest of her life, even though no one had left her so far. Quiet the contrary. She had gained friends and an unexpected family, lifelong companions, and a relationship meant to be until her last day on earth, whenever that might be.

Smiling up to her, Stephen kissed her a second and a third time right after that, his fingers pushing soft strands of her hair out of her face with the beautifully blushed cheeks and behind her ear. "No, darling," he said lovingly and tenderly caressed the side of her face. Instantly, YN leaned into his touch, and Stephen thought his heart might explode right in this instant. "Don't thank me for that. You deserve every ounce of love I, and everyone else, can give you. And don't try to deny it. I know it's true." He looked up to her with seriousness in his bright blue eyes, capturing YN instantly like they always did. The couple just laid there, gazing into each other's eyes, before the woman on top of him cracked a small, shy smile and gently caressed his cheekbone with the pad of her thumb. "You are a wonder, Stephen Vincent Strange," she whispered, blunt wonder and amazement evident in her soft voice. "I will thank the universe for the rest of my life for the path it had put me on." Now it was Stephen who felt the blood rushing swiftly into his cheeks, and clearing his throat, he chuckled awkwardly, not sure how to handle the emotions now rushing through his consciousness.

Whatever she is doing to us, don't let it stop, and don't you dare ruin it, a warning voice spoke somewhere in his head, and the sorcerer almost snorted audibly. As if he would ever destroy the safe haven these two had created together in a world where peace was sometimes hard to find and even harder to hold onto and preserve. He would be quite the idiot if he'd pushed or scared YN away. But to his very luck, this woman was as fearless as an amazon, born out of the stories of ancient times when gods walked the earth and granted individuals the power to conquer anything.

She owned that force of nature within her delicate body.

The fingertips of one hand had started to slowly stroke over the length of her spine, while his other hand had found its home on her right cheek, cupping the soft skin and smiling as YN turned her head to kiss his palm. "I'm not good with words, you know that, but the feeling is mutual, darling. I never had luck with relationships of any kind and nature, never knowing what to do and what was expected from me. But finding you was the greatest gift life could ever grant me because we're learning this together, experiencing everything together, without judgment and accusations if something goes wrong. This-," Stephen placed a gentle peck on the tip of her nose, "-us, is my safe haven. You are my safe haven. I don't need more." A grin formed on her face, and she cocked an eyebrow, doubtingly, and the sorcerer sighed and chuckled. "Well, plus some space for my books," he added, and YN laughed as well. "And for all of your suits and ties. Not to mention the space Cloaky demands in your closet over there."

Pulling her even closer to him - if that was even possible - Stephen growled lowly in his chest before pulling YN's face closer to his to steal another heated kiss. "I'm trying to express my feelings for you, woman, and all you do is continue to insult me. It's not the proper response." Now it was her to steal a kiss from him, and he felt the grin on his lips. "When did you ever care for properness and social expectations, Mr. Strange?" Stephen grinned a devilish smile before he moved his head to start nipping at the soft skin of her exposed neck. "No one had ever spoken truer words, but it still is Doctor Strange, my darling love, even for you."

YN couldn't fight the urgent need to let her eyes fall shut at the tingling feeling that Stephen's lips and teeth on her skin created in the pit of her stomach, and a deep sigh, suspiciously resembling an excited moan, escaped her.

But the mood was ruined faster than hurricane Katrina had reached the North American shore.

The sound of hurried steps, loud voices, and an overall hectic group of intruders let the couple look up and straight to the massive wooden door of the bedroom. YN didn't even have the time to roll off Stephen to find the perfect hiding spot - she already had a few spots in mind - because the familiar sound of voices let her freeze for a moment too long.

What is Tony doing here?! And is that... Steve's voice?

Her mind screamed question after question, and just as the steps reached the floor of their shared bedroom, Stephen did something she would never have expected to be on his mind, or he even dared to think of: He opened a portal right at the edge of the four poster bed and threw her an apologetic look. Her own eyes went wide, and YN shook her head - slowly at first until it became faster and harder with every passing heartbeat. "No. Don't you fucking da-...!" But it was too late because just as the Widow tried to finish the threat laying on the tip of her tongue, Stephen pushed her off his body, off the bed, and straight into the portal.

YN hated the feeling of falling - he knew that fucking well! - and a shriek fought its way out of her throat until she hit the edge of her own bed in her room at the compound. She felt and heard a crack as her back hit the edge of the mattress because this obnoxious, massive, and idiotic specimen of a moron had miscalculated everything, and she hung upside down on the furniture. Her arms were stretched over her head, hands resting on the carpet laying in front of her bed to prevent icy feet in the morning, and a groan escaped her as soon as her back started to protest vehemently.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

The portal was long closed, but YN felt the urge to scream her frustration out in the open before another groan left her.

"Fuck."

Stephen knew very well that he had a lot of making up to do after what he had just done, but they had never been this close to getting caught by the remaining team, who was still painfully unaware of the couple underneath them.

"Why do you barge into my home on a Saturday afternoon? Are you feeling lonely, Stark? Sorry to break it to you, but I'm neither your wife nor your boyfriend, which you brought here as well, what a surprise. Rogers." The two men, plus Wong and Wanda, almost stumbled over themselves as they pushed open the door and entered his bedroom, just as the portal had closed itself after one movement of his hand. Too close, reminded the voice in his head, and Stephen knew that YN and he had to discuss this very prominent issue in their lives.

The arriving Avengers composed themselves again before Tony spoke up. "If you would have been so kind and answered the thirty-six calls and messages, we wouldn't have to come all the way here, Gandalf. But as you obviously fucked up your phone, because I can't think of another reason for not answering, we had to come to pick you up like a damn lost kid at the information counter in a mall." His gaze didn't even flicker to the phone resting atop the bedside table. The sorcerer had put it in flight mode to have some uninterrupted hours with his girl, but that little habit of his bit them both in the ass. They really needed to talk about the whole ordeal. "So, swing your lazy ass out of this bed and do your job. Earth called to get rescued again."

And with that, Tony left, leaving a sighing Steve behind, while Wanda observed Stephen too closely for his liking. The sorcerer raised an eyebrow, challenging her with a glare to keep doing that, and the witch started to smile a small smile before following Tony down the grand staircase. After a "We should get going" from America's Golden Boy, he left as well, leaving only Wong and Stephen in his room. The other sorcerer shrugged with an expression almost describable as apologizing, and he shook his head before changing into his blue robes with a looping motion of his hand and a snap of his fingers.

Cloaky was right at his side and put itself on his shoulders but pushed the sorcerer to a sudden halt as it motioned into the direction where the portal to YN's bedroom had closed a few moments ago. "We'll check on her, I promise." The ancient artifact seemed pleased for the moment, but Stephen dreaded the future encounter with his girlfriend because he could already imagine her words and could vividly picture the scene unfolding in front of him a few hours later.

And he was right.

After a successful mission filled with otherworldly beings - the reason why 80% of the attending team had been able to handle magic - Stephen returned with the others to the compound and delivered his report before slipping away. He needed to find YN to evaluate the damage he had caused with his little stunt, and he obviously wasn't the only one with that thought because the red fabric around his shoulders parted from his master to fly a few steps ahead, even though it didn't know where they should head.

Looking up toward the corridor's ceiling, Stephen contemplated if it was a thoughtful idea to ask Tony's AI. The Stark was nothing but thorough, so it wouldn't surprise the sorcerer if the douchebag made notes after each and every day about what each team member had asked. But he had to take the risk if he didn't want to waste countless hours searching the vast compound by foot.

"FRIDAY? It's FRIDAY, isn't it?" He had never used the AI, not a single time, even though he had been part of this circus for longer than he liked to admit. "How can I be of assistance, Doctor Strange?" At least she doesn't sound like Tony himself, was all Stephen could think at that moment because it would be so typical for this self-loving prick. "Are you able to locate people inside the building?"

Meanwhile, he continued walking without a destination yet. "That is indeed part of my abilities. Who do you wish to locate?" He turned a corner and found himself in front of an elevator, Cloaky already levitating in front of it. "YN," it was almost a mumble, but the AI still understood him. Thinking about it in more detail, Stephen really didn't want to know what FRIDAY could hear inside the personal rooms of the Avengers.

Maybe Tony never took notes because if he would, there was not even the slight possibility that he didn't know about them - and Stephen would be long strangled in a random corner of the compound.

"Miss LN is currently on the second floor, gym 03." The elevator immediately opened its door and Cloaky floated inside, beckoning Stephen to follow it with an almost annoyingly raise of its fabric's edge. Sometimes the sorcerer wasn't sure if the Cloak of Levitation still saw him as its master or if he preferred YN over him. Sometimes it even felt like it was their child and had decided to be a mama's kid after hanging long enough at its father's heels.

Maybe he felt a bit betrayed, yes.

"Thank you, FRIDAY." Stephen could be polite if he wanted. "A pleasure, Doctor Strange."

And with that, the elevator closed and brought him to the second floor to face the mess he had made.

He only had sat one foot on the floor, and the distinct sound of metal rushing through the air reached his ears. Swallowing thickly, Stephen followed the artifact, now knowing where it had to rush in order to check on its favorite person, while the sorcerer dreaded to enter the gym, where YN clearly handled pointy and sharp objects.

Probably with a picture of your face pinned against the bull's eye.

A throwing knife hit the target with a dull sound at the moment Stephen entered the gym, and he could see that YN had already drawn the next one out of the holster at her thigh. She flipped it gracefully in her hand, without even sparing one glance at it. He couldn't tell if she looked particularly angry or just tired, but at the sight of her next throw, he knew that something was off - and he would bet the last bits of his former fortune that it had to do with him. But Cloaky cleared the field for now and saved him from being punctured as it wrapped itself around her shoulders and almost lovingly nuzzled itself against her cheeks.

YN turned to him, cocking an eyebrow and casually playing with the delicate knife between her skillful fingers. "Look who's man enough to show up," the Widow smirked while patting the red fabric around her shoulders. Stephen stepped in her direction but stopped abruptly as the former assassin swiftly spun around and threw the last knife. She was already turned back to face him as the weapon was still mid-air and Stephen stared in utmost wonder as it hit the bull's eye nonetheless.

"You wanted to say something, darling?"

Her sweet smile couldn't fool the sorcerer, and the blunt show of her skill was nothing that scared him because he was certain of one fact: They would both never hurt the other, not even in their furriest rage.

But this game could be played by two.

With a barely visual flick of his right hand, Stephen gained a hold of her body without touching her and pulled her the last couple of steps to him until their bodies stood pressed against each other in the room. He wrapped an arm around her waist and started to play with her braided hair with the other hand.

"I came to apologize."

YN lifted the other brow. Even though they were in a pretty healthy relationship, it didn't happen every week that Stephen Strange uttered those words or even the magical sentence I am sorry which automatically implied that he admitted he did something wrong. That's why she waited patiently, hands resting on his upper abdomen.

A sigh left him. “I only had your best intentions in mind, primarily because we never talked about how to approach the topic in front of the others, and I figured you would preferrer to crack it to them in a more… neutral environment than our bedroom.” She hummed in agreement but still waited. Stephen eyed her face and let go of her braid to cup her cheek softly. “I am sorry, darling,” he whispered now, and after a deep breath, YN nodded. “Okay. But don’t you dare do that ever again, especially if your mind isn’t fully focused because I don’t feel the need to hit the edge of my bed a second time. My back still hurts, you moron.” And with that, she raised one arm to hit the back of his head softly with an open palm, but it was enough to convey the message.

Instantly, a worried expression settled on his handsome face, and the hand resting on her lower back started to trace her spine underneath the red fabric of the cloak that now clumsily caressed her other cheek. Stephen put pressure on his touch, feeling every vertebra pressing unyieldingly against his fingertips, and Stephen observed her face almost painfully close. She didn’t move a muscle, but he witnessed the slight furrow of her forehead and brows as his fingertips reached the middle of her back, where her spine gently curved.

Right at the lumbar curve, between L2 and L3, he thought while his fingertips continued the pressure in various places. It’s probably the ligament between.

“Does it hurt when I release the pressure?” His question was softly spoken, and YN still looked up to him, eyeing his face attentively. She cocked her head from one side to the other. “Kind of? It’s probably just the bruise, nothing to worry about. But hey, now we know that the bed frame is exceptionally sturdy.” YN grinned up at him, but Stephen only shook his head before taking her hand in his. “We’re going to the med bay to check you out, right now,” he decided, and the sorcerer’s mind was made up.

When it came to her, he needed to be 100% sure that everything was okay.

But they didn’t come far. Instead, they stopped dead in their tracks as the couple faced Peter and Scott, both staring at them with wide eyes after they had processed the meaning of interlaced fingers. Peter started to grin while Scott’s expression didn’t resemble joy over the newly found love. YN knew that mischievous look in his eyes, the glimmer of a stupid idea developing in his mind. “Scott…,” the Widow spoke warningly, but this son of an ant chuckled before spinning around and starting to run. “I will revel in your embarrassment, YNN!” He shouted over his shoulder, but YN couldn’t let that happen. She stopped holding Stephen’s hand, and the sorcerer couldn’t utter a single word before his girlfriend bolted right after the other Avenger. “And I will revel in your screams filled with pain and agony after I broke your flat ass, Lang!” Her angry words traveled over the corridor, and now it was only Peter and Stephen facing each other.

The young man started to grin again after the confusion and surprise had vanished from his face. “I am really happy for-…” But Stephen only needed to shake his head to one side to let him fall silent again. “Don’t, Parker,” was all he said before following the path YN and Scott had taken, the young hero hot on his heels.

This was certainly not how he had thought everyone would find out about them, and he had already played with images of Scott dangling over a cliff or freezing his ass off at the foot of Mount Everest within his mind. It wasn’t himself who the sorcerer was concerned – he couldn’t give less shit on the other’s opinion about him. But he knew how much it meant to YN because this bunch of mostly idiots was her family. Not by blood but by choice, and Stephen had never intended to overshadow anything about that. Now he feared that everyone would give her a hard time and what that would mean for her mental health.

Stephen was nothing but an over-worryingly boyfriend.

With a sigh, he followed the sound of steps and canceled Peter’s voice out entirely because he couldn’t handle all these questions now or ever. He liked the kid, he was a decent human after all, but his rambling nature wasn’t something Stephen particularly enjoyed. Instead, he focused on the shouting and watched after rounding the last corner as the catastrophe unfolded in front of his eyes.

First-row seats for your own downfall, wonderful.

YN panted heavily while hanging on Scott’s back to try and hold his gossiping mouth shut, but he was too used to it with a daughter at home. So, the inevitable happened only seconds later.

“YNN and Harry Potter are a thing!”

Immediately, the entire living area was silent as a grave, every movement ceased, and every single pair of eyes turned to Scott and the other arriving parties.

YN slowly slid off his back and threw Ant-Man a death glare – she would definitely try and step on him during one of their next missions – but she swallowed thickly at the stares moving between her and a certain someone somewhere behind her. The Widow knew that Stephen was here because she could feel his body temperature in her back only a heartbeat later, before his hands settled on her shoulders, softly stroking them with his thumbs.

Nat was the first to speak. “Well, that’s a surprise.” Clint cocked an eyebrow and threw Peter an approving nod. “You were right. Good ears, kid.”

Stephen felt as if he could touch her boiling anxiety under his fingertips and bent down to press a tender kiss to her temple while Steve marched a few steps in their direction before stopping again. His eyes searched her face, tried to read her mind, and settled on the sorcerer to evaluate the situation. But he spoke to YN. “Is he treating you right?” The woman didn’t need to think for even a second. “Better than the Queen of England,” she answered without hesitation, and Steve could see the tender expression in her worrying eyes. So he gave one nod of approval and settled back into the armchair.

Tony, on the other hand, seemed not pleased at all. He marched to the couple and weaseled his way past YN to shove Stephen a few inches back. “First, you insult her at every given occasion, and then you have the audacity to fuck her and play happy family?! Is your ego this massive?!” The Widow had spun around the second he had reached Stephen and had touched him, but instead of relying on violence, she grasped his wrist in a soft hold. She urged him with a pull to turn to her, to look at her and not to Stephen, but her face wasn’t as sweet as her touch. The Stark could clearly see the burning fire behind those irises who once had looked up to him with a terrified expression, unsure of what to expect after being finally her own person and having her very own life.

“You know I love you like the brother I never had, Tons, but if you touch him again, I have to kick your ass, and not even your precious suits will safe you then.”

YN didn’t have to raise her voice to convey the meaning to everyone, but especially Tony, because the Stark swallowed dryly. He had never thought to once be on the other side of the situation – not standing next to her and listening with utmost joy and pride as she threatened others but being the target of said threat. It was an unpleasant feeling, and he didn’t want to imagine how unpleasant it must be to feel her full wrath.

Meanwhile, Stephen stood there, a tender expression settling on his face – an expression never seen before by the others which threw them almost off their feet – and a pleased smile on his lips. “That’s my girl,” he told no one in particular in a mumble. YN heard it, though, and started to smile before throwing Tony one last warning glare and leaving him to stand next to her sorcerer again. “To make it official,” she raised her voice and gestured to Stephen, who already had his arm wrapped around her waist again. “May I introduce you to my boyfriend of one and a half years, Stephen Strange?”

The team’s eyes almost popped out of their holes at the mention of how long this had been going on behind all their backs, and Sam chuckled. “Never accept missions again which require detective skills. We suck at it,” he stated the obvious, while Steve almost choked on his coffee. “And I once called her my best friend.” YN grinned at him and shrugged softly. “I know what a gossip you can be with the right people around you, so… sorry, sweets,” she apologized, and Steve looked at her with a tender expression nonetheless. “I’m just happy that you’re happy. It always was the one thing I wished for you to find.”

Looking up to Stephen, who battled Tony in a glaring contest, a small but loving smile tucked on her lips, she nodded before turning back to Steve, who seemed more than content at the view of his best friend. “I am, Stevie. I really am.” Those words almost got swallowed by Tony’s exaggerated scoff, but Steve had the advantage of super soldier hearing, so he only smiled and didn’t stop observing the new couple while Bucky settled next to him. “She still will be your best friend, punk. Don’t go all brotherly tears now because your baby sister is grown up and finds her own life,” he chuckled while patting his best friend’s shoulder.

Meanwhile, Tony stared YN dead in the eye. “If he ever hurts you, I will end him personally. He only has to raise his voice in front of you, and I’m on my way. If his ego tries some bullshit, give me a call.” And turned to Stephen, he told sternly: “She has my number saved in her favorites.”

YN rolled her eyes. “Yeah, and I can remove said number out of my favorites. Plus, he is on this list, too.” And with that, she pointed to Stephen right next to her. Tony scrunched up his face. “Urgh, then please, I beg you, put me off that list if he is on there.”

“You are an absolute ass without reason.”

“Born like that.”

“It’s a shitty character trait. Do I need to call Pepper?”

Now, Tony stared down at her challenging face and gulped. “No…?” He morphed the one syllable into a question before raising both hands in surrender. “Okay, fine. I approve of this relationship.” The sorcerer scoffed. “We don’t need your stamp of approval,” he clarified, and YN warningly rubbed over his back. “We only told you because YN considers all of you family and didn’t want to lose you. So, toughen up, Stark, and swallow the bitter pill so we can move on from here because this woman deserves a dinner in the comfort of our bed and some episodes of Golden Girls after this day.”

She couldn’t comprehend his words because suddenly, Nat stood in front of her and pulled her into a bone-crushing hug. She wrapped both arms around the fellow Widow and felt the redhead’s lips pressing soft kisses over her head. They may be close in age, but YN had always been the little sister in this relationship. “Thank you for choosing us as your family, Солнышко 1,” (1: little sun) Nat spoke in the soft tone entirely reserved for her most favorite people. “Thank you for accepting me, сестра 2.” (2: sister)

Nat squeezed her shoulder before letting go of her, and the Widow turned back to Stephen, one brow raised. “You said something about Golden Girls?” The sorcerer showed his signature smirk, and while a portal started to open in his back, he grabbed YN around her hips and threw her over his shoulder. A squeal escaped the surprised woman, but a laugh followed close, and grinning, she waved the other Avengers while Stephen carried her over the threshold of the portal right into the foyer of the Sanctum.

“Don’t you dare call or text us in the next 48 hours, Stark!”

This was a wild ride, wow. pt. 2 is finally here! I hope you enjoyed reading it :3 I really loved writing those two parts. As usual: comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated!

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Kinktober 2023

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Theme:

Masturbation

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Warnings:

18+, age gap, sparring is foreplay, masturbation, Stephen has a really big dick, dirty talk, sexual taunting/frustration, face fucking, come swallowing, sparring with Stephen, that one move that stops men in their tracks in anime, you know the one. Crotch to face leg lock.

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Pairing:

Doctor Strange x Fem!Apprentice!Reader

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Summary:

Stephen thinks about his apprentice in ways he knows that he really shouldn't. He gets caught in the act by you.

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He didn't know when he became so infatuated with you, but now he was one hundred percent certain that he couldn't continue to deny his basic carnal urges. He had a thing for you the moment he first laid eyes on you, and yet he kept it to himself. You were young, almost young enough to pass as his daughter, yet that didn't stop his depraved thoughts about you.

Today was one of those days that tested his patience.

You were bound and determined to beat him at hand to hand combat, with no magic tricks or magical artifacts to aid either person, and Stephen had let you win this time.

You were doing poorly, but when he started to tease you playfully, you got really mad, really quickly. You lunged at him after the third time that he called you weak, and you knocked him over quite easily without his trusty cloak on his shoulders. He was not expecting the way you came at him either, with you jumping high enough to wrap your legs around his head.

He didn't know what to do as your spandex covered crotch came flying at his face, effectively surprising him enough to catch him off guard and knock him onto his back. He hit the ground hard, the air rushing from his lungs against your warm center. When he inhaled, all he could smell was your sweet scent and he found himself unable to do a damn thing about it.

He expected you to get off of him immediately, but you stayed there and cackled at him.

"Do you concede, old man?"

The cockiness of your voice sounded far more sultry to him then he'd ever heard out of you. His brain backfired, and all he could think about was grabbing hold of your thighs, banishing your clothes, and opening his mouth to pleasure you…

But instead, he grunted and raised a shaking hand to your thigh and gently patted it to give you the signal that he was giving up. Again he waited for you to get off of him, but you rocked forward and looked down at his eyes.

The look you gave him was something he could only describe as a smug look of pleasure, followed by a flirtatious wink, before you finally got up and off of him. The second you stood up, he sat up and crossed his legs, facing away from you as he subtly adjusted his hard cock in his pants as you joyously declared your win.

"I win."

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Now it was midnight, and Stephen had locked himself away in his personal office. He had been itching to have a moment of peace all day since that little sparring match he had with you. He couldn't get the memory of your smell, or your soft, yet strong thighs that were once wrapped around his entire head. He kept replaying the odd way you rocked on his face, and how you seemed to get off on that. He had been at full mast since, and he was lucky his robes hid his erection perfectly.

Which was good, because you wouldn't leave his side until about forty minutes ago, when you claimed you were going to bed.

Now Stephen was sitting in his chair, with his cell phone propped up on the desk. He had a photo of you in your swim suit that you had sent him last week. It was meant to tease him about declining your offer to go to the beach with you. You called him an old fuddy duddy, and he left you on read. He didn't know what he was supposed to say to such a photo, and he figured anything he could come up with would sound inappropriate.

It didn't stop him from promptly saving the photo into his personal folder for later.

Later, being now.

He had his robes pulled open to reveal his chest. His pants were unfastened, his throbbing and rigid cock proudly on display as he thought about what it would be like to go down on you. The head was leaking freely as he wrapped his fingers around his member, squeezed himself good, and began to stroke himself slowly.

"Fuck… You smelled so fucking good, and you were so fucking warm… I bet you taste even better…" He groaned with a few quick tugs as his eyes slid halfway shut. He swept his thumb over the blunt tip and spread his precome around in slow circles.

"I bet you were wet… Naughty little thing, getting off on sitting on your Master's face, and fucking rocking your sweet pussy against my mouth…" His voice was low and rough, almost as if he were trying to be quiet.

He didn't know why he was trying to be quiet. You were in your bedroom, which was next door to his bedroom…

Which was precisely why he was in his office, all the way at the other end of the Sanctum.

"Gods… I just want to pin you down and fuck that attitude right out of you…" He grunted and his hand sped up as he leaned all the way back in his chair. His brows furrowed as the sensations rocked him to his very core.

"I bet you're fucking tight. You'd feel so good wrapped around my cock…"

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You couldn't sleep. It had been thirty minutes of staring at your four poster bed's canopy, and all you could think about was how empowering it had been to finally best your teacher, even if it was a cheap win. The way he suddenly froze and easily gave up was so fucking adorable.

And hot as fuck.

His mouth had been right where you wanted it, so hot and moist, and you even tried to give him a hint that you wanted him to win, that you wanted him to best you and flip you over…

Dominate you…

But he took the high road, and gave up too fast, leaving you wanting. You thought for sure you could seduce him, but he denied you. Even following him around all day and brushing up against him didn't make him look at you again.

You got up and left your room in your nightgown, wandering towards Stephen's personal office. If you couldn't sleep, you were going to borrow one of the books that Stephen had. He had given you permission to borrow them whenever you wished, as long as you left him a note on what you took and when. You usually left it on his desk, then left. You got right up to his office door and heard something that made you still and go completely quiet.

It sounded like Stephen was still awake and in his office!

Oh good, perhaps you wouldn't need to leave a note. You could just grab the book, show it to him, and be on your way…

"Fuck… You smelled so fucking good, and you were so fucking warm… I bet you taste even better…"

A shiver ran through you when you registered what he was saying. You swallowed hard and quietly pressed yourself against the door.

"I bet you were wet… Naughty little thing, getting off on sitting on your Master's face, and fucking rocking your sweet pussy against my mouth…"

Your legs squeezed together as you listened to him moan and continue to talk dirty to himself. You could hear his fancy wooden and leather office chair creaking as he moved. Every word made your pussy tingle and drip. You couldn't help it as your hand moved down your front and palmed your breast, while the other one snaked downwards. You bunched up your gown and slipped your hand between your thighs where you weren't wearing underwear.

"Gods… I just want to pin you down and fuck that attitude right out of you…"

Oh Gods above!

He felt the same way about you as you did for him!

"I bet you're fucking tight. You'd feel so good wrapped around my cock…"

You bit your lip in effort to hold back the whine that tried to escape your lips, and leaned against the door. The door suddenly creaked very loudly, then just as suddenly, it opened. You felt your body tip over without the door there to brace you and you squeaked in surprise.

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Stephen heard the groan of old wood and his head whipped up to look at the door just as it flew open. His first thought was to hide himself and what he was doing, but when he saw your shocked face and the position of your hands, he froze you in your place.

Time was still moving, yet you were not. You blinked a few times when you saw the odd angle you were in, then slowly looked over at Stephen as your whole body got hot with embarrassment at being caught like this…

With your nightgown hiked up so Stephen could clearly see your hands and what they had been doing.

A sinister thought ran through his mind.

You came to his office at midnight, wearing that fucking see through sheer fabric, with no underwear, and…

And!

With your hands cupping your soft flesh, one with breast in it, the other with two fingers, knuckle deep into your wet hole.

Stephen suddenly felt a dark arousal course through him. He brought one hand up and tilted it, making your body rise off of the ground and pulled you in. You stared at him, not sure if you were frozen from being caught with your hands in your pants, or if he had actually frozen you and you couldn't move. The door slammed shut and locked itself up tightly and you huffed.

"Well, well, well… Look at what we have here…"

You shivered at the tone in his voice and let out a soft whine. He sounded smooth, voice buttery soft as his eyes raked your form. You noticed he was blushing, his eyes clearly full of lust. You exhaled through your nose and felt your walls clench around your fingers. You still were having a hard time with this. You looked him over again, and saw him just sitting there in his chair…

And his robes were wide open, showing off his muscular torso. One side, the left, had fallen down, showing his bare shoulder. He had scars all over his skin, but the one that was the most vividly visible, was the spider web like dark red patch over his heart. Almost none of it healed right, and you recalled Master Wong telling you that Stephen had once been stabbed there while defending his Sanctum. Your eyes slowly went lower. The top part of his abdomen was fully exposed, but the desk got in the way of what you really wanted to see.

"Where's that smart mouth, now? Hm, princess?"

"Right here, old man. Maybe I'll let you use it if you show me that dick." You snarked back. You didn't know what came over you.

Stephen's brows shot up and he grinned wickedly at you. He placed his hands on the desk and he moved you to stand in front of it.

"Careful now. You're treading on thin ice." He warned you.

"And you were jacking off while thinking about me."

"Touche. I can see you were as well." He replied as he laced his fingers together and made you sit in the chair across from him. You whined when you didn't get to see his cock.

"You see… I'm in my office, in the middle of the night. You came to me, and burst in here, without permission."

"So that's a no, then?" You retorted rudely.

"Excuse me?" He asked with a raised brow.

"I'm taking it as a no that you don't want to use my mouth?" You snapped, and he blinked very slowly a few times, before smirking at you

"Oh, if you're offering, I'll definitely take you up on that offer, but I really don't think you can handle me."

"I call bullshit." You chuckled. He looked dead serious.

"Really? Because my last girlfriend thought it was too big."

"Ha! That's what a man with a small penis would say." You taunted him. He didn't bat an eye. Instead, his smile got wider and he titled his head

"Of course you'd say such a thing. Haha, silly me. We're too much alike. Cocky, self assured, full of yourself, unable to shut the fuck up…" Stephen purred out.

"Then make me shut up. Show me the goods, or I will assume it's tiny, and that's why you're so fucking grumpy all the time." You hissed at him, while he laughed softly.

"Such a potty mouth. I've never seen you so unhinged." He said as he shifted in his seat. You glared at him.

"Try me, old man. You're just sour, because you're a tall ass mother fucker, with a little penis-" You kept taunting him, not realizing he was moving his chair back to stand. When he finally did, you stopped talking, your eyes going to stare down at his groin.

Your mouth hung open at how big he was, the words dying on your tongue as you salivated at the sight of him. He was not joking when he said it was big, but you didn't think it would be, you know…

That big!

"Well, well, well. Speechless, are we?" Sephen chuckled as he stepped around his desk and came to stand beside you. Your eyes followed his every movement, eyes staying on his. You watched as he flicked his wrist and the chair you were sitting in suddenly turned so you were facing him.

At this angle, you were now eye level with his dick, with him standing so close, his cock was just a foot away from your face. It looked even bigger up close, with the fat velvety head tinged a deep pink, and purple veins pulsing along his shaft. The tip was wet, leaking precome, and you licked your lips as your eyes met his once more.

"That's… That's not big. That's fucking huge!" You remarked with a touch of concern in your voice. He raised a brow and wrapped his hand around his cock, giving it a good squeeze and a tug. Your eyes darted back down, a small gasp came from you.

"So you're saying it would be too much for you then?"

"N-no…"

"Then what is it, princess? You can tell me, your master." The way he said master this time made you shiver. He held a whole different meaning in his tone.

"It's just… I haven't… It's been ages since I had sex last." You finally admitted.

Stephen's face softened a bit and he reached out to cup your face with his free hand. His thumb caressed your cheek softly.

"How about this, then… I like you more than I should, and you clearly like me just as much. Want to start out slow?"

"What do you mean?" You breathed back.

"You watch me, and I watch you. No touching each other. Then, you decide whether or not you want to go any farther with me."

"Why do I have to decide?"

"I'm in a position of power, my dear. I want this badly, but I must know if you really do as well." He gave himself a squeeze, his thumb twitching at the underside of his cock.

"Okay… May I be allowed to move?" You asked timidly, and he smiled eith a small laugh.

"I didn't tell you that you couldn't." He hummed and leaned against his desk, his hand still loosely holding his erection.

"Oh… Yes." You suddenly felt a bit stupid, but he stayed quiet and waited for you to get comfortable.

You scooted back in your chair and looked up at his eyes, then back down to his cock. He was now dripping to the floor with how aroused he was. You sighed and spread your legs, going to take off your gown, when he reached out with his free hand and waved the garment away.

"Yeah, just like that, princess. I want to see you, all of you." He groaned and placed a hand behind him, bracing it on his desk as his hips jutted forwards a bit.

Your eyes looked down, seeing the way his scarred hands pleasured himself. You groaned back as you moved your hands back to where they had been, before falling into his office so carelessly. You first cupped a breast and gently rubbed your nipple between two fingers, then used the other hand to spread your cunt out for him to see. He grunted and sped up his hand as he watched your fingers dip in and out, your juices dripping onto the leather of the chair beneath you.

"You see this, Master? You did this to me. You do this to me every day. Do you know how frustratingly awful it's been, being around a man such as yourself, and you're constantly treating me like I'm a fragile moron? I just want to please you, make you proud of me." You purred out the words while rubbing your clit. He stared, unable to tear his eyes away as you added another finger to your dripping hole.

"Fuck… Everyday?" He grunted and cleared his throat. His hand slowed down, thumb rubbing his slick around his head.

"I am proud of you. I just… I have been trying to keep you at arms length. What would your friends say?"

"They'd congratulate me on shagging the Sorcerer Supreme." You hummed back and fucked your pussy faster.

"You'd tell them that? Ugnnn…" He groaned started to fuck into his fist in a steady rhythm.

"Oh yes. I'd be quite proud to tell them I have sex with you everyday."

"Everyday..? Fuck!"

Stephen growled as your pussy made loud squelching noises. You tilted your head back and pinched your nipple a few times, before bringing up your fingers from your pussy and slipping them into your mouth. You sucked on them and he huffed and whined, his hand going faster, grip tightening.

"Everyday."

"Gods… Gonna come…"

"Come in my mouth." You purred, then opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. He was quick to move forward, his hand going to the back of your head and gripping your hair tightly. He pulled you forward, pushing the head of his cock into your mouth.

You leaned forward and took as much of him as you could and sucked hard while rubbing him with your tongue. He groaned and stroked himself harder, his hips pushing forward and backwards as you let him fuck your face. With a loud grunt and a deep sigh, he came hard, spurting his seed into your mouth. You swallowed every last drop and kept sucking him until he was spent. When he was done, he was breathing heavily and grinning ear to ear at you.

"So much for not touching each other. Now it's your turn to come."

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Part two will be later in the month.

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lokidokieokie · 10 months

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Beyond the Pages | Chapter #2 -- Unveiling Mysteries

Pairing: Eventual Stephen Strange x Fem!reader

Warning(s): none that I can think of, lemme know if I've missed something

The Sanctum Sanctorum hummed with an ethereal energy as you followed Doctor Strange deeper into its enigmatic halls. Ancient artifacts lined the shelves, their whispers of power and history surrounding you like a cloak. It was a surreal experience, walking among relics that had only existed in the pages of comic books or the frames of movies.

As you navigated the winding corridors, Stephen's focused demeanor mirrored your own curiosity. He seemed determined to uncover the truth behind your sudden arrival in the Marvel Universe. You couldn't help but feel a mixture of awe and trepidation at his presence. After all, this was the legendary Sorcerer Supreme, a master of the mystic arts.

Finally, you reached a chamber filled with flickering candles and a large circular table. The atmosphere was heavy with anticipation as you both took your seats. Stephen studied you intently, his eyes piercing through the veil of uncertainty.

"Y/n, we must delve deeper into the origins of this comic book and the forces that brought you here," he said, his voice laced with a sense of urgency. "It's essential to understand the extent of your connection to this reality."

You nodded, swallowing the nervous lump in your throat. "I'm ready," you replied, determined to uncover the truth behind your extraordinary journey.

Stephen reached out and placed his hands on the table, palms facing upward. He closed his eyes, drawing upon his mystical powers to connect with the arcane energies surrounding you both. A faint glow emanated from his hands as he channeled his focus.

"I shall commune with the Book of the Vishanti," Stephen intoned, his voice resonating with ancient power. "It holds the knowledge of all things mystical and may reveal the answers we seek."

As he invoked the Book of the Vishanti, a large tome materialised in front of him, its pages adorned with intricate illustrations and incantations. Stephen's fingers traced the symbols delicately, his touch unlocking the secrets within.

A soft glow enveloped the room as he began to recite an incantation, the words resonating with power. The book responded, its pages flipping rapidly as if guided by an unseen force. Images and words danced across the parchment, revealing snippets of forgotten lore and hidden truths.

Moments stretched into minutes, and the air crackled with anticipation. Finally, Stephen's eyes snapped open, a mixture of determination and surprise in their depths.

"The Nexus of All Realities, as we suspected, is the catalyst," Stephen revealed, his voice filled with newfound understanding. "It acts as a conduit, drawing elements from various dimensions and merging them into one."

You leaned forward, eager to grasp any information that could shed light on your situation. "But how does the comic book fit into all of this?" you asked, unable to contain your curiosity.

Stephen's gaze turned thoughtful as he connected the dots. "The comic book you held, Ella, served as a key—an anchor between your world and this reality. The Nexus recognised your deep connection to what you call the Marvel Universe, and in its enigmatic workings, it brought you here."

The revelation left you speechless. The idea that a mere comic book had become the bridge between dimensions was mind-boggling. It blurred the lines between fiction and reality in a way you could never have imagined.

"Can I go back?" you ventured, your voice filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty.

Stephen's expression softened, empathy shining in his eyes. "I will do everything in my power to find a way," he assured you. "But unraveling the secrets of the Nexus and its interdimensional workings will take time."

As you absorbed his words, a newfound resolve sparked within you. You were determined to navigate this unfamiliar realm and find your way back home. But for now, you would embrace the opportunity presented to you, to witness firsthand the heroes and legends you had admired from afar.

You nodded, a flicker of determination in your eyes. "I trust you, Stephen. Lead the way."

And this is where your journey of exploration and discovery, delving deeper into the mysteries of the Marvel Universe and the intricacies of the Nexus of All Realities began. The path ahead was going to be filled with challenges and revelations, but with the Sorcerer Supreme as your guide, you knew you were in capable hands.

Little did you know that your presence in this reality would have far-reaching consequences, not only for your own fate but for the delicate balance of the multiverse itself.

A/N My placement has finished...I'm really going to miss those crazy kids! New content will be coming out (hopefully) much quicker now that I'm not as busy!

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strangelockd · 2 years

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Like What You See Doctor

18+ ONLY CONTAIN HEAVY FILTH & SMUTT

Pairing: Doctor Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Stephens been distracted with his work so you decide to craftily pry him away...

Word Count: 4.1K

Warnings: Pure Smutty Smutt Smutt, Porn With Plot, Some Fluff, P in V, Female Dominance, Pet Names, Oral Sex(Male Receiving), Praise Kink, Creampie.

If I missed anything let me know but I think I summed it up.

Stephen was deep in focus trying to read as many ancient texts as he can in the dim light completely enveloped in his work. The sound of soft jazz echoed in the study. Being the Sorcerer Supreme had its heavy responsibilities causing him to become easily lost in his work. Because if he didn’t push himself to be the best…who would?

It’s been almost a week in on his research and chances are he wasn’t sleeping, and you knew he deserved a well needed break. You missed his touch and his skin against you while sleeping, it always helped with you at night. But how exactly where you going to pry him away from the library?

Grabbing your Sling Ring you conjured a portal. Clearly visualizing Stephen in his office; because you knew he would be hiding there. Sparks formed a circle exposing your man sitting in a plush lounge chair reading; his brows knitted together deep in thought. He didn’t even notice your arrival until you called him softly.

“Stephen”

“Hmm?”, never looking up from his book; fingers resting on his silver haired temple.

“Stephen…look at me. You’re going to want to see this.”

Slowly raising his head, his cerulean eyes grew wide and were suddenly shimmering bright with desire. He noticed you wearing one of his royal blue tunics with knee high stockings. A huge smile forming he beamed, “Well well well, to what do I owe the pleasure of this lovely surprise”

Stepping out of the portal you steadily walked towards him.

“Well, you’ve been working so much, and I wanted to help you relax. I really miss you in bed at night.” Tracing your index finger on his muscular shoulder sending a shiver up his spine.

Leaning forward to softly grab your hand, “Babe, you know I can’t just leave. I need figure this text, I’ll come join you in bed tonight later I promise.”

Refusing to take his no for an answer, you pressed his chest back down against the chair; removing the book that was on his lap setting it aside. His eyes too fixated on you to care that it was taken away let alone almost falling off his lap. Returning your palms to his body massaging up and down, enjoying the texture of his pristinely broad shoulders against your hands. Swaying your body to the music, his robe accentuating your curves. Your ass swishing with every movement like a graceful cat. His muscular toned form pressed against you releasing a deep vibrating hum turning you on even more. Eyes never breaking contact with his, the tension was electric. Licking his lips slowly, he began to grip the arms of the chair tightly.

Biting your lower lip making a seductive smirk you took your fingers and unbuckled the belt that hugged around the small of your waist. Threading it between your fingers to slowly drop it on the floor. Trailing up your arm you pulled a sleeve down to reveal a bare shoulder only to quickly pull it back up. Only to repeat the same action to the other side. Taking the elastic from your bun pulling it off to shake your hair down past your shoulders, running your fingers through it in a sensual motion. Seeing the hunger burning in his Caribbean blue eyes you winked at him, noticing his ears turning a bright red.

“Like what you see doctor?”

Stephen was gazing down at you full of hunger, he was defiantly in the right mindset now. Leaning back farther into his chair the lighting caused his eyes to disappear under the shadow of his brow. Releasing a deep hum of pleasure only to feel his pants begin to tighten.

With a deep baritone he demanded, “Like is more of a……understatement. Now show your Sorcerer Supreme what else you can do.”

Continuing with your show; twirling slowly over to bend down showing him your ass. Lifting the back of the robe ever so slightly to give him a small visual taste of you. Draping it back over to glacially trail your fingers up your leg. Failing to keep his standard mask of composure. Stephen was practically squirming in the chair at this point.

Raising the slip of the robe higher up your leg revealing more upper thigh you slowly with the music peeled off a sheer stocking revealing a bare leg followed by the other. Tossing both onto Stevens lap he laced them between his gloved fingers giving a sniff inhaling your sweet scent. Grazing your palms up to press and cup the fullness of your breasts in a tight squeeze, you couldn’t help but smile at Stephen enjoying himself. Chest breathing heavily, pupils blown wide and mouth becoming agape.

A smirk raised across on your lips, “You ok babe? You look like your about to faint.”

With a husky tone of desire he smiled, “I just…can’t believe that you are mine. You are so gorgeous babe”

Blushing from the compliment you flashed some skin peeking through the slip of the robe barely enough to show you wearing nothing underneath. Stephen began pawing at his trousers to sooth his aching member pressing even tighter against his pants. He doesn’t know how much longer he can control himself.

“Oh babe, you’re such a fucking tease. You are going to be the death of me. Look what you caused.”

Reaching for your hand he placed it on top of his trousers. Clearly feeling his hardened defined erection leaving little imagination to the size of it, giggling innocently your cheeks flushed brighter. Leaning with both arms on the chair for support to be closer to his face, your deep cut robe exposing ample amount of chest for Stephen to see. Nuzzling his neck softly with your nose hearing him give a hard swallow; low rumbles escaping from his throat. You could smell each other’s arousal, no doubt that you both wanted to tear each other apart right then and there.

Attempting to lean in to try and kiss you, he needed to feel you and he was getting more and more impatient. Shoving him back into the chair giving a wink,

“You’re a naughty boy Mr. Strange. I thought you mastered the art of patience”

Groaning with a soft murmur, “With you doing this it’s impossible to be a master of anything babe”

Stephens eyes were blown wider, he couldn’t believe how sexy this was and how beautiful you are, his own woman giving him a strip tease.

Steadily reaching for his right hand to seductively start pulling off his yellow leather gloves. Removing each with just the fingers first ever so tentatively, giving a slight tug sliding them off in a fluid motion. His breathing becoming heavier, you kept eye contact and pursued to follow with the left. He never allowed anyone to touch his hands let alone remove his armor but with you he was able to allow anything.

With sweet whisper of sincerity, “Scars and all, you have the most beautiful hands in the world.” Bringing up his right hand placing a gentle kiss upon it; your tongue giving a light kitten lick across the scars. Taking his thumb up to gently suck on it, releasing it with a gentle pop. Closing his eyes, he released a deep hearty moan that echoed across the room.

Stephen could not wait any longer and stood up urgently with attention, towering over you to tilt your head back with his soft calloused hands deepening the kiss. Releasing a moan in unison pulling away noticing a gentle smile plastered across his face. He was like a starving man, and you were his oasis. He wasted no time grabbing your waist and quickly conjuring a portal, having you both cross the threshold to your shared bedroom. Pulling you in once again much tighter he slid his tongue in your lips to feel the wet silk of your mouth. He craved control that was long overdue.

Between heavy kisses he tilted your head reaching for your neckline, “You are so… fucking… beautiful, I’m going to destroy you,” releasing a satisfied moan.

“I’d love to see that doctor, for I have been a bad little tease.”

Returning up to kiss you more he was all tongue and teeth openly claiming your mouth. Moaning in unison you both becoming lost in the moment. Never even realizing he was backing you up towards the four-poster bed. He threw you down on the yellow and red velvet duvet, hair sprawling out over the floral design.

Cloak quickly getting the hint detached from Stephens shoulders to swiftly fly out to make his exit into the nearby room; slamming the door behind him making you both share a chuckle.

Stephen gesturing slowly with his fingers locked the door with magic, turning to face you with an affectionate chuckle, “Glad he got the hint because the things I’m going to do to you would make him blush a brighter red.”

Crawling across the bed he practically pounced on you. Lust filled his eyes, the weight of his warm body bringing comfort and security to you. Caging your head between his muscular arms to lean forward giving you a soft kiss on your lips. Slowly moaning into his mouth, he pulled away giving you a look of admiration. You hastily reached for his shirt collar in desperation to remove the top layers of his robes, hungry to feel his warm skin against yours.

Noticing your desperation he took your wrists, pinning them above your head with his scarred hands that could easily envelop your face. Leaning in to give you another deep lingering kiss, the taste of his tongue was better than any drug. Pulling away breaking the kiss with just a whispers distance his eyes were on fire.

“I love it when you’re dominant Stephen, it makes my pussy so wet”

“I love to spoil and claim what’s mine and mine alone,” he winked.

He trailed his soft lips down your neckline creating purple flushed love marks along your collarbone. Threading his fingers through the neckline of your robe he slowly parted it open reveling your perfectly naked form. Panting with a deep hunger he placed his velvet lips between the valley of your breasts giving light kisses on your heart. Tilting his head, he trailed gentle kisses towards your right breast enveloping the tender flushed bud with his mouth. Circling with his tongue in a soft yet firm pattern on a nipple eliciting a sharp moan from your mouth. You could feel the smirk on his self-satisfied lips, the beard increasing the sensitivity on your delicate flesh even more. Cupping and massaging your engorged breasts occasionally biting and flicking his velvet tongue on the raised bud. Moving to the other he started the same pattern of worship on your chest.

Releasing a sharp moan from your mouth you instinctively gripped his grey temples making a frilled mess to his clean dressed hair, eagerly pressing his head deeper into your chest. Slipping the robe completely off of you, Stephen released a growl deep in his chest pulling away just a whisper from your face caressing your chin with his thumb. Eyes half open lost in your pleasure hearing his proclaim.

“I love you (y/n). Now Relax baby, let your Sorcerer take care of you”

You couldn't help but to take his thumb into your mouth again placing a gentle bite, making him moan and shudder with a smile on his lips. With how soft and velvety they were, he wanted desperately to feel you wrap them around his cock and have you swallow him whole. Freeing his thumb with a loud pop you gripped his hands tight; using his body weight to flip him over on his back, a Cheshire cat grin forming on his face.

“Oh ho, how the tables have turned. I love it when you dominant me baby. Are you going to ride me like a whore tonight?” reaching for your breasts with both hands.

Straddling his lower frame to rub your wet heat above his waistline feeling the friction of his cock beneath his pants. Trailing your hands down his arms to paw his chest for balance.

“Oh, we will definitely get there, but this is about you tonight baby, let me get off on fucking and pleasuring you tonight”

Releasing a husky moan, “Use me for your desires babe, for tonight I am your servant, and you my master”

Lifting your body, you slid off the bed gesturing him with a finger to stand before you. Stephen like an excited puppy was all too eager to obey your command. He quickly crawled off the bed to stand with arms stretched out.

Smiling with satisfaction at his submissive approach you threaded your fingers between his belt, quickly pulling it off in a fluid motion. Together you have fucked so many times in every possible location you were pretty sure you could undress him with one hand blindfolded if the opportunity was there. Tossing it to the floor, you snapped your fingers to magic the rest of his clothing off. Only to leave him in his black boxer briefs. His body looked like it was carved by the Grecian gods. Using every ounce of restraint to not lick every ab and crevice of his muscular form.

Quirking an eyebrow cocking his head he scolded, “Naughty girl, your cheating”

“Call me impatient but you’re to delicious. Be lucky I’m not using my magic to tie you to the bed right now and fuck your brains out,” reaching for his well-defined erection that silhouetted his boxers to begin rubbing it with your thumb and index finger feeling his hips buck quickly in response.

With labored breath, “I’d like that very much (y/n), you know I’m a glutton for your punishment”

Lacing your index fingers along the waistband you slowly pulled his briefs down to witness his thick throbbing cock release from the restraint. A soft sigh of relief escaping his parted lips as it sprung free from their confines.

You couldn’t help but stare at him, no matter how many times you both made love his cock always looked massive. Thinking of all the things you wanted to do to him; it sent a jolt through your core imagining the feeling of it inside you, the fullness and depths that it could reach.

“You like what you see?”

“Always…” you purred.

Softly caressing his thighs trailing your fingers to his length forming a firm grip on his shaft. Flattening your tongue you dragged it from the base to the frenulum, placing a delicate kiss with a few licks to wipe of the pre cum dripping from his slit, eliciting a soft moan from Stephen. He blew out a slow exhale, bringing his hand down to your face for his thumb to gently caress your cheek. His piercing blue eyes watching as your lips parted and took him into your mouth.

Sucking in air through gritted teeth he released a hearty moan as you began to move back and forth. Your mouth and hands sliding together in unison, soaking him with your mouth, leaving no part of him untouched. You couldn’t resist taking your hands to grab his ass, pulling his girth deeper into your throat. Glancing up to him you noticed his head began to tilt back while reaching to support himself on the wooden bed frame. Eyes closed and lost in the rapture of your mouth releasing moans and sighs. The feeling of watching him lost in the pleasure caused by you was beyond gratifying, the great sorcerer supreme turning to putty in your hands. Humming with pleasure he brought a scarred hand behind your head and threaded his fingers through your hair to gently encourage you to go even farther. Taking a deep breath to take him all in, your eyes watered nearly causing you to gag.

His groans sounded like a sweet symphony in your ears. Unrestrained and deep, his baritone moans causing a wet hot pool between your thighs.

“Fuck you are perfect babe” groaning with praise.

Giving up all self control he had left, head tilting back even farther exposing his perfect neckline.

You couldn’t help but hum from the praise causing Stephen to buck his hips slightly in response to the sudden vibration. Wrapping both hands around his thick shaft you worked him with a firm steady pace causing his hips to buck harder in response. Hollowing out your cheeks giving him a few more pumps with your mouth you released yourself from him with a loud pop. A string of thick saliva connecting from your lower lip to his cock.

Stephen leaning his head down to gaze at you. Sweat beading on his forehead, he was left gasping for air with his mouth hung open.

“I want more, please, I beg of you give me more!” He pleaded looking at you dead in the eyes grabbing the sides of your head with both of his hands. He was attempting to bring your head back to his cock in desperation to feel more, but you took his hands to push him back into the bed; you had another plan.

Crawling back on top to straddle him his cock just grazing your entrance. You continued to rub him between your sopping folds creating a natural lubricant. Emitting a sharp moan from Stephen’s throat making him close his eyes as he pawed the bed sheets.

“I said I’d take care of you; did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that?”

Stephen’s breath hitched and nodded in a responsive no; raising his hips up to try to gain more friction against your wet heat. You smiled in response to his desperation positioning yourself just above the red throbbing tip of his cock. Leaning forward to trail kisses down his muscular torso placing love bites along the way you brought yourself back up placing both hands on his chest for balance. Slowly lowering yourself down swallowing his cock whole inch by inch releasing a sweet sigh in unison.

“Fuck me,” Stephen responded shooting his head forward suddenly his eyes locked on your form.

“You feel so good Stephen, you feel so good inside my tight pussy,” purring with your head tilted up back arched. Slowly rolling your hips backwards and forwards against his. Setting a seductive rhythm that felt like powerful crashing waves. He gripped the sheets tightly, whiteness forming on his knuckles exposing his delicate scars as you ground your hips in a circular motion. Pulling yourself up, sliding down, and moving forward. His blue eyes were captivated by you like the seductive sorceress that you are. You knew he could feel you from every angle and you kept your steady pace of riding him. He felt like he was in heaven floating on cloud nine.

You slammed down slightly harder bringing him back to earth as you moved faster with more vigor against his thick cock.

The sound of your moans filling the room with the most beautiful chrous he ever heard. Watching you was always the most erotic sight in the world. Head thrown back, mouth in a O. You were perfect; a work of art crafted just for him. Lowing your head leaving all feelings to abandon, he grabbed your hips and assisted with bringing you up and down. Faster and faster the pleasure coming in waves. Your breaths becoming increasingly shallow and faster as you absorbed every ounce of pleasure your body could handle.

As your bounces became more prominent so did his assistance, thrusting up harder underneath you while guiding you back down to his cock. Your moans mixed with screams of pleasure. He couldn’t help but stare at were your bodies joined, it was always the sexiest thing to witness.

Stephen ran his hands up your waist pawing at your perfect breasts, oh how he loved the feeling of them in his large hands. Massaging them while tugging your nipples eliciting a sharp moan from your mouth a smirk across his. Propping himself against the headboard he pulled you close, your bodies entwined sweating with the proof of your passions. He tilted his head down sucking on your breasts, licking the sweat with such hunger and tenacity lost in the moment.

“You have the most perfect tits babe, you skin tastes divine,” he professed his lips grazing for the other.

Leaning in to kiss him with such urgency, you needed to taste him. The velvet texture of your tongue penetrating his full lips claiming his mouth for your own, he tasted like heaven. The vibration of your moans sending shockwaves down your flesh. He returned the favor by kissing your jaw, neck and chest. You fully enjoying the velvet softness of his lips that he gifted your starving flesh.

His eidetic memory proving good use, for he knew this position would send your body into a powerful climax. Clutching your hips, he assisted in rocking you back and forth his arm muscles bulging with each movement, a small gasp escaping from your lips with each movement brushing your cervix in the perfect fashion. Arms laced around his neck resting on top of his strong broad shoulders you nuzzled into his neck inhaling his scent placing nips along his collar and earlobe. Hearing him moan in response flamed the heat in your core making the wetness in your heat to increase. He couldn’t resist moving his hips in time with yours as the pace increased. He pressed your body slightly backwards not only for a better view, but to hit the g-spot that always made you see white stars.

Eyes rolling back fluttering, you moaned into his ear, “I love you Stephen, you always do it so good,” Without missing a beat he groaned into the shell of your ear, “and I love you more (y/n). You always take my cock so well babe”

Pressing against his lean chest he felt your pussy drip and begin to quiver and knew you were close. Your swollen cunt gripping his aching member tighter with each movement he gave. Soon you felt yourself start throbbing, whimpering as you felt your climax quickly build. Stephen started to moan louder, and you rocked harder and faster on top of him, goosebumps forming on your flesh. Neither of you wanted this moment to end.

Belting out mumbles of sweet praises, his name running off your lips like a chat or a prayer the two of you reached your climax at the same time just as Stephen had planned. He was a control freak but still valued your pleasure above his own. Gripping tightly to him like a koala you stayed there riding out your high. Enjoying each wave of pleasure that you both gave.

Bringing a slender hand up he brushed the damped strands of hair from your forehead placing a tender kiss breathing heavily.

“That was amazing baby, thank you”

Cupping you face placing a gentle kiss to your lips he looked into your eyes smiling, “I should be the one thanking you babe for going through all the trouble. You didn’t have to do all of this”

“How else was I going to pry you away from your work,” you giggled leaning on his forehead.

Lifting you gently off him you winced slightly at the absence of him turning you gently to lay next to him. His cum leaking down your thighs he manifested a couple of hot towels to clean you. Your tender folds making you shudder at the contact. Not only was Stephen the king of sex, by he was the master of aftercare.

Grasping for him you rolled over draping a leg over his attempting to stay as close to him as possible, fingers playing with his soft hair. Looking up at him with admiration enjoying the moment he brought his arm around yours locking you together in a warm embrace.

Stroking your shoulder with his thumb he looked down at you, “I’m sorry if it seems like I have been ignoring you these past few days. Sometimes I just lose sight of what’s important”

“And what is that?” you asked curiously looking up at him.

Gripping you chin with his thumb and index finger stroking your chin lightly, “You”

Trailing a finger across his damp chest, “It’s okay Stephen, taking care of our universe is no easy task, and I’ll always be grateful for your dedication and sacrifices”

A wide smile grew across his face, he placed a gentle kiss upon your lips. Tucking his free hand under his pillow he felt for a small velvet box, a delicate secret he’s been crafting for months. No, not yet, not just yet…. returning the arm to hug you tighter placing another kiss on top of your head.

“I love you (y/n)”

“I love you more Stephen Strange”

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