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fineprintedsunsets · 10 months

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Sypnosis: The Rotunda Gateways have filled the Sanctum with snow, when you come to Master Strange with your issue, he insists you fall asleep with his cock inside of you, to warm you up, of course.

Word Count: 1.4k

!Trigger Warnings!

-cock stuffing

-stephen strange X afab!reader

-pet names obvi

Everything was freezing. The walls were covered in a thick layer of frost, as was every piece of furniture in the rotunda gateways reach, making the whole Sanctum cold. Wong had people shoveling the snow up during the day, but at night when they were no longer working to get the fluffy substance off the ground, it was you who suffered.

Your hands wrapped around your bare shoulders, and your usual sleep attire- shorts and a sports bra- were covering your body, truthfully you’d think they would have had the snow shoveled by now, and when you exited your room -proved wrong- your bare toes were met with icy cold snow.

They had not, in fact, shoveled the snow up completely.

The Rotunda Gateways were known for malfunctioning, it was one of the things Master Strange warned you about when you moved into the Sanctum. You were training with Wong and Strange to work on your abilities, and it was Strange who offered you the idea to move in with them.

Live in training, he had called it. Your heart fluttered at the idea, you had been attracted to the man for so long, although he was a bit older than you, and probably had a lot more to worry about than a 20-year-old who can’t correctly conjure her magic.

Either way, you slipped on a pair of fuzzy socks before you closed the door behind you, they however did not stop the snow from seeping into the fabric, making your bones chatter.

Two sharp knocks were placed at Dr.Strange’s door, and a fireplace could be heard crackling inside, right then and there you sighed with relief. Hopefully, he would let you in. A few moments went by, enough to talk you out of this whole endeavor, but before you moved Stephen opens the door. The warm air that meets your skin is refreshing and much-needed.

“Is everything alright?” Stephen’s voice is low, indicating to you that you must have woken him up. He attempts to blink the sleep out of his eyes as he waits for your answer.

You, however, are staring at his chest. His bare, defined, chest. You drag your eyes up, immediately embarrassed, surely he had seen you looking?

“It’s just cold in my room, I was wondering if there’s another room I could stay in” You rub your hands together, noticing the way your breaths come out in visible clouds of air. “Preferably with a fireplace.” You quickly add.

Stephen blinks at you before opening his door wider. “You can stay in my room if you wish.” Your cheeks sink, but your mind is racing. You’d be lying if there wasn't just a little part of your body that hoped he’d asked you to stay in his room.

Smiling graciously, you squeeze past him and immediately feel the heat of his sparking fireplace warm your bare skin. A chair sits next to the flames, and it is where you decide to inhabit.

Master Strange closes his door, causing a little jump from your end. You try to play it off as your hands come in front of you, feeling the heat of the fire on your palms.

“I apologize, I should have offered sooner. I’d thought Wong would have done his job by now.” A little smile plays at his lips as he joins you by the fireplace, and you admit your chuckle.

You feel his body behind you, his presence looming but not threatening. If anything, his small breaths are comforting, and so incredibly hot for some reason. You realize with a small gasp, he’s turning you on with just his goddamn mouth. Your mind gets lost in these forbidden thoughts, if only for just 2 seconds do you entertain the idea.

“Is there something else you want?” Stephen’s eyebrows quirk in question as he eyes your face, noticing the blush that has risen to your cheeks. You pull out of your brain, embarrassment again flooding you.

“No-” You feel scared fingers meet your skin before you can finish. His skin is soft, and so warm.

Stephen places a thumb under your chin as he forces your eyes to meet your own. “Are you getting warm?” You advert your gaze when he drops your chin, barely breathing. You’d thought he would have asked something completely different.

Something inappropriate.

“No- Yes.” You stutter, silently cursing yourself as you see amusement play on his face. Stephen extends a hand toward you and on instinct you clasp your palm with his own, feeling the silver scars marking his fingers.

“Allow me to help.” Master Strange says it like a prayer as he lifts you out of your current seat and brings you to his massive bed. Your head races,

“What?” But Stephen is on his knees before you, reaching his hands to your shorts, the ones that ride up your ass, exposing just about everything.

“Master Strange..” He stops at your plead, his eyes locking onto you, his fingers unmoving.

His voice is husky, sharper. The sleep vanquished from his eyes. “Do you wish to stop?” but you find your toes curling, and your breath being shortened as you shake your head. Stephen removes your sleep shorts, taking your panties along with them, his digits grazing along your bare thighs. He motions for you to scoot up on the bed, and you do. You can feel your cunt dripping already, excited for this interaction. Even if it seems so sporadic.

You hear the sound of clothes being taken off as you slide into Stephen’s bed, smelling him all over his sheets. Your bare from your waist down. Stephen slides into the mattress with you, coming right behind your frame, crowding you with heat.

Strange swipes down, his breath coating your neck, whispering into the flesh. You try hard to focus on his words as his cock nudges at your ass.

Your mind is unable to process this is real, this must be some fantasy you’ve conjured up, because maybe you're really in your room, dying from hypothermia and this is the way your brain salutes you. What is happening?

“It’s a technique many ancients used to practice, a way to give and receive body heat during colder months.” - Stephen answers for you, and before you can answer the pain of something sliding deep inside you overrides your brain.

This is a very vivid fantasy.

The feel of his cock bottoming out to the hilt fills you with pleasure, even though the stretch is painful. Stephen groans, his back against your own, his cock filling you completely. He wraps a hand around your stomach, keeping you from moving.

A desperate whine escapes your lips.

“Ahh-Ahh.” Strange asks, his lips meeting your neck, his beard scratching your flesh. Your pussy floods with your arousal, and you seem to pant, wanting to move, craving it. Needing it.

“I’m only transferring heat, just focus on the feel of me.” You groan as you try to move but his grip only tightens. It was what you were doing, and it was so incredibly painful he wasn’t allowing you to move.

You whine again, but this time Stephen is at your ear, coating the shell of your flesh.

“I know you want it, baby. But we have to get you warmed up first, don’t focus on my cock, focus on your eyes-” He places a soothing kiss on your neck, feeling your body loosen under his grip.

“Can you rest for me?” You nod as you relax into his arms, hearing his words repeat in your head over and over again.

Stephen’s hand slips in between your legs, rubbing at your swollen clit. You try to keep your eyes shut as pleasure from his thumb courses through you. “That’s it, good girl.”

“Are you warming up?” He questions, the pad of his pointer finger reaches to where your bodies meet, where his cock is shoved into you.

“Yes.” It comes out as a whine as he plays with you more, driving you closer and closer to the edge. Strange’s voice fills your head, wrapping you in a dizzy spell. This is how you want to be forever, against him, with him, for him.

He pulls his hand away, trying to silence his groan as you clench around his cock. Stephen wasn’t wrong, you feel the heat rush through you, your body warming itself from his heat and your own combined.

Well done, doctor. You smile to yourself before you drift into darkness, hearing the fireplace crackle and the steady sounds of Stephen’s breathing mix. All while you fall asleep with his cock stuffed inside of you.

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fineprintedsunsets · 10 months

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Synopsis: Stephen Strange was known to be a dick, but what his could do far outweighed his smart mouth.

Word Count: 1.9k

!Trigger Warnings!

-taking of virginity

-age!gap

-shower sex

-post-accident

-slight overstim

-aftercare

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ :

The Wolf- Spencer Lee Band

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47

The warm water calmed Celia's nerves. The running shower water was making her forget what a shitty day she had. Training with Master Strange had been becoming more difficult as the days went by. He was a hard ass. A hot, sexy, hard ass. Celila plants a hand against the wall in anger. She’s been having these thoughts all day, and though she tries to shut them out, they always come back.

They're getting annoying, and she needs to relieve herself. Who would stop her in the sanctum's shower..

No. Cecilia shakes her head, clearing the thoughts of whatever relieving herself consisted of while grabbing a bottle of her own body wash, seeing this was her room's shower and popping the cap.

She reached for her pink loofah, soaking up the spongy drapes with the soap before placing the bottle back on the cap and setting it aside. Ceilia always got nervous taking a shower, since the panes of the shower walls were see-through. The fog from the hot water helps obscure her image just a bit.

Still, anyone could walk in here and see her body, her curves, her wet hair. Anyone could see her soaping herself up, dragging the loofah lower and lower and lower…

Fuck. She couldn’t take it anymore. Celia reached between her legs, forgetting the pink sponge on the floor of the shower. The water ran down her back, reliving her tense muscles, as a small finger, soaped up and wet circled her walls.

“Fuck.” She flinches at the touch but relishes in the pleasure that shut through her spine. A finger turned into a hand as she cupped herself, using the heel of her palm to dig into her clit. Celia bucked, one hand supporting herself on the shower wall, her eyes closed as water runs on her face, flowing down her back.

Soon, it was no longer her fingers rubbing her clit, no longer her mouth peppering outstretched kisses over her shoulders. It was his. God, she tried to block him out, but she was too far gone in her shower thoughts.

Stephen Strange was running his long, scarred fingers up her slit, teasing her, whispering praises as he stuck two digits inside. Celia moaned at her finger's intrusion, wishing it was him. Once her body took the fingers, she began to speed up, a moaning mess as she bucked and wiggled her hips, taking her fingers to the base.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t reach her spot, that special spot that made her get so close. Celia whimpered, crying out “Fuck. Stephen!” She pulled her fingers from herself, rubbing her clit to help better stimulate her entrance. What Celia didn’t know is that a set of eyes was on her, watching her as she took the fingers, her pussy clenching around the bones.

She felt the eyes on her, and when she looked over, although blurred by fog she could see Master Strange. Standing there.

“Oh, my god.” Ceilia plants both hands against the wall, pulling her fingers out of her cunt.

“This day could not get any worse.” She managed to mutter, although when she turned to face Stephen he was no longer there. He was inside the shower.

“Hello, Celia.” Strange gruffed, she tried not to focus on his cock, the way it was standing against his chest, or the fact that she could see his chest. He wasn’t overly muscular, but he was toned. You could see the outline of his muscles against his chest, along his neck, his arms, and his back if he turned around.

“Master Strange..” The truth was, no matter how hot Celia found this, this was her master, and even if he invited himself into her shower, knowing very well that she was just touching herself to him, it was inappropriate.

“Shh. I know. Feel guilty later, give into me now.” Her cunt clenches around nothing, hearing Stephen’s voice. He stood tall over her, backing her against the tiled wall. His hair meets the warm water, coating the dark strands and drenching them. Stephen planted both of his bare arms against the tile wall, leaving Celia stranded.

“Let me get you off, baby.” That’s all it took for Celia's mouth to be on his. The reality of the situation had yet to dawn on her, that Stephen Strange was in here, with his tongue down her throat. Stephen pulls away from her mouth, planting sharp and prickly kisses down her neck. Water streams over Celia, as Stephen practically tears himself from her neck.

“Lift your leg for me.” She does as she’s told, Stephen grips her thigh, positing the tip of his cock at her entrance. Sparks of anticipation shoot up her spine, marking her cunt with want.

“You're already warmed up for me.” He breathes, his voice a husky growl. It makes Celia clench as heat pools into the pit of her stomach.

“You ready to take my cock?”

She nods, although she stumbles. She still has her virginity, and although this is not what Celia imagine it would be like to get it taken, Even better actually, she’s glad it will be him. But all of it still makes her a bit nervous.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll try my best not to make it hurt.” Stephen whispers in her ear, as her heart thrums. The pet names only make it better. Placing a small kiss against Celia’s wet forehead, he pushes the tip in.

Celia jolts in pain, as Stephen places his head by her shoulder, whispering praises in her ear. She can feel him around her, in her, beside her. His scent, his heat, his body. Everything.

“Good girl. Taking me so well. Just a little more. Your okay.” Stephen's reassurances get her past the pain for the moment.

“I’m gonna do it, baby. I’m gonna fill you up.” Stephen does just that, he thrusts inside of her, burying himself to the hilt.

“Baby you're so tight. That's all for me isn’t it?” Celia can barely form words as she nods. He groans, thrusting once. They both let out breathy moans while she winces at the pain. She clenches around his cock, feeling so filled, so melancholic it’s otherworldly. Stephen groans as he feels her folds take him in, his cock twitching at the feeling.

“Celia, Can I move?” Celia nods, holding back her moan as he thrust again.

“None of that. I want to hear the way I make you feel.” God. Her master's filthy words make her clench again, which only causes him to thrust again, feeling her wet cunt around his lenth.

Stephen holds Celia against the tilted wall, fucking into her pussy like a man starved, gripping her thighs with one hand as he drills into her, and peppering kisses along her breast with the other.

All the while she lets out ravenous moans, enough to make his heart stop. The truth about Stephen Strange is that he notices the way she looks at him, but Celia never does when he looks back. How he could hear her call his name from across the hall, and in almost an instant he ran to her room, only to find Celia's fingers deep into her cunt.

Now he could certainly help with that problem too.

“Your so big.” She groans as Stephen takes one of her nipples into her mouth, fondling its hard peak.

“Look at you taking my cock, you like it filling you up, don’t you? Bet you want me to shoot my load inside you too. Is that what you want, princess?”

“God yes.” She through her head back, letting Stephen have his way with her. Nothing could ruin this moment, and when she felt her high rising, she could only focus on her high as she came around his cock.

Stephen relished in that feeling, the feeling of his cock inside her, of his mouth on his breast, his heart when she looked at him and smiled. Celias started to shake, but Stephen wasn’t done yet, he had yet to come.

“Rub your clit for me, baby.”

“Wanna see you come around my cock again.”

Even as the overstimulation crowded her, making her back arch and her pussy sore she managed to reach her fingers between them and rub her clit, watching as Stephen took in the sight, his cock fucking her harder.

“Just like that. Taking me so well.” God. This man and his words. Stephen Strange was known to be a dick, but what his could do far outweighed his smart mouth.

“I’m gonna come, Celia.”

“Will you take my cum like a good girl?” Even now, he smirked at her, seeing the way she writhed and wiggled, deciding between taking his cock more and more, or giving into the feelings of overstimulation.

“I’m coming!” Stephen groans, his face twisting in relief. Celia could feel him inside of her, twitching as he filled her up, the pleasure was too much, the feeling of him inside of her and the rapid rubbing off her clit.

“Look at me when you come.” Stephen whispered at her ear, and he pulled away and watched. He felt her clench around his length before her own release coated himself. Celia winced as he pulled out of her, the water making it impossible to open her eyes fully.

“Stay right here baby, I’ll be right back.”

⌘

Stephen did in fact come back with a towel in his hand and a pair of grey sweat pants wrapped around his waist, his chest bare. It ha dCelia drooling but the ache in her thighs turned into a type of soreness she was not used to.

Placing her carefully in bed, he made a bottle of some sort of liquid appear in his hand.

“Spread your legs.” Celia was caught off guard by the words, her eyes widening. As much as she would love to go again..

Stephen only laughed, seeing her eyes light up like a doe in headlights.

“Its alright, I’m just going to rub some petroleum jelly on your thighs, it'll help with the soreness.” Her heart thrummed at the worry in his voice, he was worried about her.

She did as he asked as he crawled up to her, inching her legs apart to rub the cool gel over her aching thighs.

Stephen started at the imprints his hand left, incredibly mesmerized as he traces the pattern on her flesh. Celia was already turning wet at the sight in front of her, Dr. Strange bowed between her thighs, his fingers rubbing against her skin.. but was too tired to act. He did as he said, before placing a kiss on both of her inner thighs and pulling a blanket over her.

“You're not leaving, are you?” Celia asked, sounding more like a whimper. She didn’t want to be needy but there was nothing in this world she wanted more than to fall asleep in Stephen Stranges arms.

“Of course not, baby.” He cooed, a bright smile on his lips. Stephen slid under the blankets, pulling her small body into him. Celia snuggled into the heat of him, growing mesmerized at the hum of his breaths.

“It hasn’t hit me yet.” She murmured into the pillow, feeling the warmth of his embrace.

“What hasn't?”

“The guilt.”

Stephen laughs, “And I don’t think it ever will.”

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