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geeky-politics-46 · 6 months
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Kinktober 2023 - Day 6
Sex Tape with Doctor Stephen Strange
"A Picture Is Worth 1000 Words"
Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!
Summary: You are feeling self-concious & down on your appearance, but Stephen has an unconventional idea of how to make you realize how sexy & beautiful you really are.
Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - body image issues, voyeurism & exhibitionism via photo & video, dirty talk, swearing, pet names, oral sex, creampie, vaginal sex, slight daddy kink, a bit of fluff & a little angst.
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You weren't even sure what had triggered your self-image issues at the moment. Honest to God, you were just sitting in bed watching a YouTube video, pursuing the sidebar recommended videos when you started comparing yourself to other people.
It didn't matter if it was just a random ad or a promo for a TV show. You started sizing yourself up to all the actresses, models, and even some normal people. No matter who it was, you felt you couldn't compare.
Your stomach was too big. Your butt was too small. You were too short. Too plain looking. Hell, sometimes you weren't even sure how you compared to average. You didn't think you were hideous, but you forever felt like the ugly duckling. Like the potential to be beautiful was there. It just never blossomed. Or, like you sabotaged being pretty by not having enough restraint to eat better or lose weight. 
For once in your life, you wanted to be the bombshell. You were too weird to be the girl next door. You always fell into the quirky/cute and funny category. People fell for you once they got to know your personality, but you knew that never once had you stopped a guy dead in his tracks across the room. 
In an effort to make yourself feel smaller, you dug around for your massive old sweatshirt. The one you wore whenever you were feeling sad. The material had piled up in places, and it was starting to get holes in others, but the super stretchy material still felt just as big and cozy as if it was brand new. The dark eggplant purple color was also somehow soothing compared to the mostly blacks and grays of your daily wardrobe.
You had settled back in, deep in your own thoughts, when your partner entered the bedroom. You had been with Doctor Stephen Strange for a while now. Long enough that you had more or less informally moved into the Sanctum. You got to spend more time with Stephen and didn't have to pay rent. It was a win-win. The only downside was that you couldn't hide from him when your inner demons reared up. 
You didn't even realize he had been talking to you as he changed out of his sorcerer's robes and into his sweats for bed. It wasn't until he sat down in front of you and lifted your chin up to look directly at him that you realized you weren't paying any attention to a thing he was saying. 
"What's wrong, sweetie?"
You hated the genuine concern on his face. He spent his days literally saving the universe, and here you were trapped inside your own spiraling thoughts. 
"Nothing is wrong."
You said it while staring down at your hands. You were never good at hiding things from Stephen when you were face to face.
"Even if I wasn't a brilliant doctor, MD, and PhD, I know that's your 'I'm sad' sweatshirt. So something is definitely wrong." 
You closed your eyes and shook your head, trying to jiggle loose the thoughts that were waying you down. Not wanting to waste Stephen's time with your shallow worries. Yeah, he was your boyfriend, but he had plenty more vastly important things to do than talk you off a self-image cliff.
"It's stupid, Stephen."
"Don't care. You've listened to me say stupid stuff plenty of times. This just makes us one closer to even."
You rolled your eyes at him, and you knew he wasn't about to give up. Stephen was the most stubborn person you had ever met. In fact, his stubbornness was part of why he pursued you for so long before you finally agreed to go out with him. If he was set on finding out what was bothering you, nothing would stop him until you told him.
So after another moment of trying to get him off the topic, you finally relented and told him what had you feeling down. Shrinking down farther into your sweatshirt as you spoke, fumbling for the right words. Letting the cozy fabric serve as its own kind of armor.
"I don't even know what got me thinking it, but I'm just feeling down on myself. That there just isn't anything about me physically that is special. I don't think I'm ugly, I just don't get why you bothered to even give me a second glance. Let alone what keeps you interested. You are the great Doctor Strange. You are so hot, Stephen, and I'm just me. I'm just plain. I'm chubby with stretch marks. You are gorgeous. You could literally be with the most beautiful women in the world."
You could see him almost flinch when you called yourself plain and that you doubted how enamored he was with you. Even if he knew it was only a passing thought, he never wanted you to question his love for you. Ever.
When it took a few moments for him to say anything in response, you immediately started to take it all back. Not wanting to drag him down into your funk with you.
"See, I shouldn't have said anything, I'm just having a bad night and -" 
Stephen cut you off with a passionate kiss. The kind of kiss that could make you forget your own name. Cupping your face in both of his hands before pulling away from your lips to place several more small kisses on your forehead and in your hairline. Gradually adjusting so he could pull you closer and wrap his arms tighter around you.
"First of all, I love you so much you don't even know. So don't think for one second I would rather be with anyone else. Second of all, I know that you don't necessarily see what I see when you look in the mirror, and you don't even have to believe me, but you are gorgeous. Do you not see that half the other guys practically trail you around like puppies? Rogers turns bright red when you smile at him, and it's a wonder Barnes and Wilson haven't followed you home like strays yet."
That made you laugh. You did know Steve had harbored a crush on you before you started dating Stephen. Tony had let that spill one night after a party. Both Sam and Bucky were such flirts all the time with everyone. Of course, they always acted sweet on you. You assumed it was just them or their way of being nice. You would have to pay better attention next time you saw them, though. Just to see. 
"If one of them does follow me home, can I keep him?" 
You squinted your eyes and pouted your lips at Stephen. You loved giving him a hard time, and he loved giving you one right back.
"Absolutely not. Even if they scratch and howl at the door all night long. I'm the only one who gets to keep strays, and that only applies to America. On a good day, maybe Parker."
You giggled and shook your head in agreement. America was definitely a great addition to your little family. It did lift your spirits a little thinking about all of that, but it still didn't leave you feeling better about yourself. 
Stephen could see the way you were picking at the skin on your hands. Like you were trying to pick away the self-consciousness or what you felt were imperfections. It was a habit he noticed you fell into when you were extra hard on yourself. So, in an effort to distract you and stop you from picking at your skin, he took one of your hands in both of his.
"Do you remember the day you held my hand the first time? Do you have any idea how terrified I was? I was terrified that you were suddenly going to realize how broken and ugly my hands are. How damaged I am, and realize just how below your own league you were dating. Still are, by the way, so maybe I shouldn't say anything. You are the sexiest most beautiful woman I have ever met, inside and out. Every inch of you is incredible and perfect to me. I thought that before you even said a word to me, and getting to know you, and falling in love with you has only made me more sure. There is no one in this universe I could ever find sexier or more special."
"Tell you what, I have an idea..." 
Stephen stood up from the bed, moving over to shut the bedroom door. Throwing the lock, too. Now that you had a teenager running about the Sanctum, it was better safe than sorry. Then, he pulled his phone from his pocket. Setting it on airplane mode as he walked back over to you.
"How about I show you what I see? Give you some actual physical proof of how beautiful you are? A picture is worth a thousand words. I imagine some more revealing, naughty photos would be worth even more."
You chuffed at him and raised a questioning brow at his suggestion. 
"Stephen, are you seriously suggesting that I let you take naked photos of me as a way of making me feel better about myself? Are you sure that isn't just gonna make you feel better?" 
His signature cheeky grin was plastered on his face, and his bright blue eyes were twinkling with mischief.
"Can't it do both? Besides, you know I've asked before for something I can enjoy when I can't have you with me, and I think you look perfect right now. Already in our bed. Already cozy and dressed for bed. Few layers to take off. This is the you I want to see when I'm not here with you."
He came over to where you were still sitting on the bed. An extra swagger in his step and a grin because of the blush you were now sporting. He started to pull teasingly at the hem of your sweatshirt with the hand he didn't have his phone in.
"Come on, take this off. I want you to see how sexy you are. I promise I will let you delete them if you want, although I certainly wouldn't mind keeping a couple for myself, but I want you to see how you look when it's just you and me. Right here, in this bed. The version of you that only I get to see, at least I do hope it's only me. A woman who puts all those supermodels and Playmates to shame. Even first thing in the morning. A goddess if one ever existed, even with bedhead and morning breath." 
Layer by layer, you let Stephen slowly strip off your clothes and arrange you on the bed. His fingers and lips adoring every new inch of skin that he exposed before proceeding to take picture after picture. Lovingly caressing every spot you deemed less than perfect. Letting him talk you through pose after pose. Some were simple and basic, normal poses. Some a bit more sultry with little left to imagine. The less clothing remained, the more bold he got with your poses. 
As your impromptu photoshoot went on, he also tried to distract you from feeling self-conscious about your body coming into view. Sometimes, by making you laugh. Sometimes, by getting a goofy look on his face as he just kind of stared at you. Almost awestruck. 
"You really have no idea how much I fantasize about you, do you? How much of my day I spend trying not to think about you? How when we first started dating, I felt like a teenager trying to control his raging hormones because all I could think of was this. What it would be like if I got the privilege to get this beautiful, incredible woman naked in my bed. That I swore if I got you here, I would never let you leave. I hate that someone ever made you feel like you are anything less than gorgeous, whether in your ratty sad sweatshirt or all dressed up. Although, this, no clothes at all, is definitely my personal favorite."
You tried not to tear up at his genuine sweetness. You could feel your cheeks blushing at his statement, too. You buried your face into the pillow you were holding before softly turning and peeking out at him from the side. Only to find him waiting for the moment you locked eyes with him to take a photo. 
In a sudden burst of confidence, you bit your bottom lip and rolled onto your back. Letting the entirety of your body be on display. Laying back and resting your head on the pillow and stretching your arms up overhead, your legs spreading on their own. You closed your eyes and arched your back as you inhaled deeply. Like you were a cat basking in the warmth of the sun. 
Your mind was completely clear of all thought until you heard a stuttered breath from your lover. It was a sound you had never heard Stephen make before. It sounded like he was looking at a priceless piece of art or one of the seven wonders. He sounded like he was in awe. Like he was in awe at the sight of your body and your beauty.
You were about to dismiss his, what you were sure had to be, over embellished praise, but then you opened your eyes. You were rendered speechless by the look of utter wonder on his face as he let his cerulean blue eyes wash over every inch of you. For possibly the first time, you saw him really seeing you, and it melted any remaining self-doubt you had in that moment.
You immediately reached out to pull Stephen to you. Wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him sweetly. Rubbing your nose against his and whispering loving thanks against his lips.
"Thank you, Stephen. I love you, and even though I don't necessarily see what you see, you always make me feel beautiful. Why don't we take a few pictures together, or maybe a video or two? Maybe I want something for when you aren't here too." 
Stephen's eyes darkened at the suggestion. You had your suspicion that Stephen had a bit of an exhibition kink. You had sent each other pics before, a short video clip or two, and sexted all the time. You knew the idea of filming the two of you fucking would intrigue him. A wicked smile found it's way to his face. 
"Oh sweetheart, you have no idea how many times I've thought of you asking that or that I've thought of asking. Are you really okay with filming us fucking? Of course it's just for the two of us. Sorcerer's honor. " 
Stephen started trying to fiddle with the phone, trying to figure out the best way to set it up to film the two of you. Finding it hard to concentrate after you started leaving kisses on his neck. Stopping to bite and suck at the spot just below his earlobe before continuing to whisper his darkest desires in his ear.
"Well, Stephen, actually the idea does get me a little hot. Maybe if the video turns out really good, a few seconds or minutes can get leaked to a naughty site or two. Anonymously, of course. I don't want to share you with any other woman, but I wouldn't mind showing off all the ways I worship you. Let everyone see how lucky I am. Maybe get some outside opinions of how we look together." 
Stephen's eyes practically rolled back in his head at the thought. He never would suggest it himself, but he kind of loved the sound of that. Of the world getting to see how good the two of you looked together. Of seeing how well you both fit together. How your bodies were made for each other.
He scrambled off the bed using the pile of books on the dresser to create a tripod to set up the phone. Hitting record and making sure the bed was centered in the frame before coming back to join you in the sheets again. He used his magic to strip himself of his clothes. If you two were going to make a sex tape, he was gonna put some extra showmanship in it.
You couldn't help but giggle as you reach your arms out towards him. Stepben didn't waste a minute before he started crawling up your body. Teasing and nipping at your bare skin and making sure to snuggle and rub his goatee against you. Your hands immediately grabbed in his dark brown hair, loving how soft and full it felt in your fingers. 
As your lips connected, you both groaned in pleasure. Your bodies grinding and rubbing. Letting your hands roam all over Stephen's body now that you had plenty of him to touch. You could feel Stephen's cock already erect between you. Truth be told, taking those photos of you had essentially acted as foreplay for him. He was ready to go by the time he was setting up the camera. 
You moaned when you felt his hard shaft slide against the crease of your hip, so close to your sex that was starting to ache for him. Your legs reflexively spread even more on the large bed, and your nails scraped down Stephen's sides. 
"Is there something you want, baby? Tell Daddy what you need."
A sly smile on his face as he spoke. Loud enough to make sure the camera heard. Descending back on you and starting to kiss your neck. Sucking a patch or skin into his mouth hard enough to ensure you would bear a mark the next day.
Your brain finally coming back into focus when he playfully bit the same sensitive spot. His bright blue eyes met yours, and he gave you a cheeky wink. 
"Come on, pretty baby. Don't get all shy on me now. Not after you let me take all those naughty pictures of you. Plus, this part was your idea, after all. So you better speak up."
A soft groan pulled from your throat as you arched your back and ran your hands up his strong arms. Letting your fingernails scrape along his shoulders. Leaving little red scratches marking him as yours. 
"Want you, Stephen. Want you to fuck me. Pretty please, Stephen. Fuck me like only you can, baby."
He rewarded you with a deep kiss, letting his teeth nip at your bottom lip before he started working his way down your neck. Stopping to whisper a "that's my good girl" in your ear before continuing down to your collarbones. Raising his voice once again so it would be audible on the video when he started speaking again.
"You know you are the only one I want to fuck right? This is the only body that gets me this fucking hard. Your's is the only pretty little pussy I dream about filling up every chance I get. Want you full of my cum all the time. Want everyone to know you're mine." 
You felt over the moon as Stephen started to kiss his way down your body. Stopping and spending a little bit of extra attention every time he hit a spot that elicited a gasp or moan. Making you arch your back to give him access to every inch of bare skin you could.
He momentarily popped back up to kiss your lips. Suddenly taking your hand in his and lowering it so you were cupping his hard length. Letting his hips rut forward as you started to eagerly massage his hard cock. Already moving to sit up, anticipating taking him in your mouth, only for him to push you back down on the bed.
"Nope, I'm not done with you, baby, lay back. Just wanted you to feel how hard you got me. Feel how much taking those naughty photos of you turned me on? And they are all mine to enjoy, just like my cock is all yours to enjoy."
With that, he promptly began working his way back down your body. Coming to rest between your thighs, pulling your legs up over his shoulders. Leaving small nips on the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh and rubbing his facial hair against your skin to tease you.
A soft "Stephen, please!" escaped from your lips as you impatiently waited for his lips and tongue to work their magic on you. Feeling your hips thrust on their own when you felt him blow against your wet cunt. Making your sex flutter and clench. One of his favorite sights. 
"Make sure you don't hold back any of those pretty noises darling, want to make sure everyone can hear. Look at the camera as I eat you out, baby." 
You followed his instructions and let your head turn to the side. Keeping your eyes open as you stared into the lens. Trying to fight the inkling of self-consciousness tugging at the back of your mind. 
Those thoughts vanished completely the moment you felt Stephen's warm tongue make its first pass through your folds. All you could focus on was the feeling of his mouth on you. The scratch of his goatee against your most sensitive spots. He was taking his time. Lavishing your cunt with long licks and sucking kisses.
Stephen was a perfectionist, and that translated into every aspect of his life. Including sex. His photographic memory helping to make sure he knew exactly what way to lick and suck at your pussy to bring you to climax in record time. Only using his fingers on occasion. He could get you there with his mouth alone. Tonight was clearly going to be one of those nights.
Your back arched as he suckled on your clit. Keeping your gaze locked on the camera lens. Making sure to give Stephen the sights and sounds he wanted for your video. A long moan falling when you felt his tongue thrusting in and out of you. Hitching your legs up higher and farther apart so he could go deeper while letting your hips start to rut against his face.
As soon as he could feel you getting close to orgasm, Stephen pulled away and pounced on you once again. Wasting no time before he started to slowly thrust his hard cock into you. His lips biting at your neck.
He growled when you whimpered at the feeling of his cock bottoming out inside you. Holding perfectly still and letting you start to squirm beneath him. Wanting you to beg him to move. 
"Tell me what you want. Want you to say it again. Say it to the camera, sweetheart. Tell them why you're whimpering."
Your face now contorted into a pout as you tried so hard to get any sort of friction. Stephen's hips pushed flush to yours, holding you firmly in place.
"Want you to fuck me, Stephen. Need you to fuck me hard. Make me feel good, daddy. Please make me cum. Please."
He smiled and kissed you deeply. Bringing his hands to cup your face and giving you another moment of sweet intimacy before he gave you what you wanted. Pulling away and pulling your legs up over his shoulders. Scooting you just a little so the camera would be able to see his cock stretching and filling you. Once he had you right where he wanted you he began thrusting. 
"You asked for it, sweetheart. You turn me on so fucking much. This is just gonna be the first time I make you cum tonight. I'm not gonna stop until you feel like a goddess. My goddess." 
You reached up to intertwine you fingers with his as he started fucking you harder. Leaning forward so your ass was slightly lifted up off of the bed and his tip was pummeling that sweet spongy spot on your front wall. Making you clench around him each time he hit it. Your voice coming out in little squeaks and the sound of skin slapping punctuating Stephen's movements. 
You could already feel your orgasm building when Stephen moved to bring one hand down to begin rubbing at your clit. Pulling his cock out long enough to smear some of your wetness on the swollen bundle of nerves. Your cunt immediately clenching around him as he started tracing small circles there with his thumb. 
"That's it, my love. Can feel you getting close. You better cum soon because I'm not gonna be able to hold on much longer. Wanna fill you up every day. Mark you as mine. Inside and out. Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum."
Stephen's own dirty talk getting the best of him. His head dropping down to watch his cock slamming in and out of your drenched cunt. Your pussy gripping tight around him sending him over the edge. His thrusts getting faster and his fingers on your clit mirroring his hips.
He let out a deep groan as he started cumming inside you. The feeling of his warm thick cum filling you triggering your own orgasm. Your cunt drenching his cock and his cum filling you completely. Your moans mingling in harmony with Stephen's. Your hands that were still clasped gripping each other tighter. 
Stephen's body falling onto yours and your lips meeting for slow, sweet kisses as your highs continued to ebb and flow. The sensations slowly fading as you came back down together. The feeling of Stephen's weight on top of you lulling you closer to sleep. All worries and neuroses disappearing and receding back into the depths of your mind. 
You were with Stephen, and Stephen loved you exactly as you were. He only had eyes for you, and he would love you no matter what. Even on days when you couldn't see your beauty, you knew he would help you to see it. Even when you didn't love yourself, he would give you enough love for both of you.
Eventually, Stephen rolled to the side and pulled you with him. Settling you under the covers and holding you close. Pressing kisses all over your face as you floated in the twilight space between waking and sleep. Not moving or pulling away until your breath settled into a steady rhythm that told him you were close to sleep.
Then Stephen stood up and went over to the phone. Stopping the recording and bringing the phone back over to the bed. Setting it down on his nightstand and purposely not setting his usual morning alarm. He wanted to sleep in with you tomorrow. He would deal with Wong later.
You were too exhausted to review the products of your photoshoot right now, but the next time you were feeling down or self-conscious, Stephen would be ready to show you just how beautiful you really were. If you still didn't believe him, maybe he would bring up the idea of an outside opinion like you suggested. You would have the world drooling over you, and he would get to gloat that you were all his.
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shydaydreamer28 · 3 months
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My mind is made up. Despite HATING the film, Multiverse of Madness was Strange at his hottest. Lol
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His arms in that last pic. 🥰😍
And his eyes in the top 2 pix. 🤩
Tsk the hottest version gets the shittiest writing. LMAO
On another note, since Benedict is a ginger, I wonder if he went to the trouble of dying his armpit hair? Looks good whatever he did. Lmao
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strangelockd · 8 months
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•Unused poster for Doctor Strange and the Multiverse Of Madness•
•Curtesy of Twitter/X•
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illyanarasputinfan · 1 year
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Jan Bautista
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unorthodoxx-page · 1 year
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Recoil one-shot sneak peeks!
I promise you guys I’m still writing these 😭😭 They’re just slow going lol.
The Tortoise and the Arachnid (spider man x rottmnt) - Small sneak  
“Whoa,” Peter says because that’s all he can say.  The tank is huge.  It takes up the entire space of the alley, and he’s sure most of the streets as well.  “There’s no way this is street legal.”
“It’s not,” Leo grins, “but we haven’t met a cop we can’t outrun!”
“Or a ticket Donnie can’t pay,” Mikey adds.  The smaller turtle pulls the ramp down and his jaw continues to drop as the interior opens up.  It’s amazing, like a communication center from those really old movies.  “I wonder if Mr. Stark will give me a car like this.”
“Mister Stark?” Leo scoffs, “the ego on this guy!  Stark didn’t give us this car.  Donnie built it.”
Meeting of Magic (Dr. Strange x rottmnt) - medium sneak next to post after TTatA ⬆️
The title Sorcerer Supreme is a heavy and new title to get used to.  He nearly suffocated under the weight at first.  There was so much work to do after the Sanctums fell, grueling magic draining work that last weeks.  Only after they rebuilt what Kacilius destroyed does Stephen feel like he can breathe again.  He remembers falling into bed that night, glad for the upcoming days of respite.  He just didn’t anticipate those days turning into months.  A lot of his life seemed to reset to a dizzying degree during this ‘vacation’.  The resources offered to a Sorcerer Supreme mean that he wants for nothing.  It’s almost like he’s back in the penthouse, rich beyond belief and still alone.
And incredibly bored.
The new job doesn’t come with as much work as he expected either.  He hasn’t been called to any other situations since Dormamu’s temporary defeat.  Sure, there was a ceremony after the cleanup.  A huge ceremony that cemented his position and introduced him to the new heads of the other Sanctums.  It was very over the top and the celebration lasted days, but Stephen expected…more.  More fights.  More magic.  Just…something other than sitting around this museum and waiting for things to happen. 
“Are you ready?”
He doesn’t look up from his book.  “Ready for what?”
Wong steps fully into the room with a sigh.  “We have a meeting in the Hidden City remember.”
Stephen looks up.  “Wait, you were serious?”  He does a double take at Wong's outfit and sits up.  The man’s dressed in his best robes.  Something Stephen hasn’t seen since his party.
“Yes,” Wong answers.  “So get ready.  We meet with the Council of Heads in an hour.”
“The Council of Heads,” Stephen asks.  He puts the book down.  “This is the yokai thing right?”
“We’ve been over this, Strange.”
“Yokai is the word for demons, right?” he says, “We aren’t meeting actual demons are we?”
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ramida-r · 1 year
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Final line up of my Thor: Ragnarok, The Animated Motion Picture project, where I stylize the characters of Thor: Ragnarok into what I imagine they would look like in an animated movie. 
I hope you enjoyed this series!
You can see each character individually by clicking the following links:  Thor : Brunnhilde/Valkyrie : Loki : Hulk : Bruce Banner : Heimdall : Dr. Strange : Odin : Hela : Skurge : Fenris : Surtur : The Grandmaster : Topaz : Korg : Miek
Artwork © ramida-r INSTAGRAM :: TWITTER :: FACEBOOK
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artphotographyofmen · 6 months
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Doctor Strange by Buddy Prince
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Dr. Strange - Dan Hipp
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rmoonstoner · 7 months
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18+ content. You have been warned!!!
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So, I know I am supposed to be working on Just a Taste - Part 2...
But...
Hear me out...
I got distracted with that Doctor Stephen Strange centered filthy smut request...
And I may or may not have made Stephen start producing content with the reader for her All The Fans (Only Fans) account.
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Yes. You saw that right. Stephen participating in amatuer porn videos to help the reader out for views. You know those POV videos that cut the guy's face off, or stop at his shoulders so the viewer can pretend it's them, instead of the actor? Yes. That's his job for these videos. He's your faceless fuck toy, and the latest video, starring your newest client, is loving being a living prop for your spicy content.
❤️ 💙 💜
CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TALK TO ME ABOUT THIS. I NEED FEEDBACK.
Link to the actual fiction in question:
Here
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cinemgc · 5 months
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Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022, US)
 • Dirección: Sam Raimi
 • Guion: Michael Waldron
 • Cinematografía: John Mathieson
 • Cast: Benedict Cumberbatch
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vbecker10 · 2 years
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New images of Doctor Strange from the Multiverse of Madness!
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geeky-politics-46 · 7 months
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Show Me/Her Prize
Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!
Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader
Summary: You discover Stephen's little panty stealing habit and request a demonstration of what he does with them.
Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - mutual masturbation, dirty talk, panty stealing, slight dom/sub, sub Sinister, slight degradation, fingering, reference to oral sex, reference to vaginal sex, pet names, language
This is a follow-up to my story "His Prize". The idea was first posited in a comment from @ppatricia34me & the mutual masturbation theme requested by @ironstrange1991. Thank you for the ideas, as I'm quite proud of this one!
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"Stephen, did I drop some laundry in the hallway? This can't be all of it." 
Your voice echoed through the Sanctum and quickly found your lover's ear. From his spot in the living room, where he had been perched with some ancient tome he was rereading, Stephen stood up and started to scan the hall you had just come from for anything you may have dropped. 
He carefully placed the book down and continued looking around the floor to no avail. There didn't appear to be anything you had dropped and left behind. He even retraced your steps, ending in the doorway of the master bedroom. Where he found you sitting on your shared bed sorting through a large load of freshly dried laundry.
"I didn't see anything in the hall, my love. Why? What's wrong?" 
By now, you had started separating the clothes into distinct piles. One for his robes, one for his casual wear and boxers, one for your daily clothes, one for your pajamas, and lastly, one for your bras and panties. The last pile was definitely the smallest and seemed to be the source of your conundrum. Without looking up from the pile, you answered. 
"It's just weird, I can only find one pair of my underwear, and there should definitely be more than that." 
Oh shit. 
He tried to keep his expression neutral as you rooted through the piles of clothes again. Checking to make sure they weren't stuck inside sleeves or pant legs. Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion and slight frustration. 
He knew you weren't going to find them because he knew where they all really were. Sitting in the bottom right-hand drawer of his desk in his study. All stained with his cum. Having taken them to enjoy on his own. He didn't realize he must have pilfered quite so many. He certainly didn't intend for you to notice.
Or maybe he secretly did. Why else would he have kept doing it? Why else would he let himself take another pair without returning the last pair? It had all started with that purple lace pair he loved so much. Now, his drawer held a veritable rainbow of colors and fabrics. 
Really, it was all your fault. He had never been this way before you. Never stolen another girlfriend's panties before. Never been this insatiable before. It was just something about you that had him so obsessed and needy. He practically felt drunk every time you touched him. You just had this power over him. How could he resist taking your panties? 
He could fix this though. All he had to do was make it look like you had just missed a pile of laundry in the dryer. He would just go get your underwear out of his drawer, except maybe that favorite purple pair, use his magic to clean them and then bring them back, saying they were still in the dryer.
Yeah, that was it. That was what he would do. In the future, he would just be more careful about keeping his little collection under control because he definitely didn't intend to stop. He just had to go get them before you finished what you were doing and went to go check the dryer yourself.
"Tell you what, my love, why don't I go check to make sure you didn't miss some clothes in the dryer or drop them in the basement. You know how dark it can get down there. Don't you move a muscle." 
With that, he turned on a heel and walked out of the room in large strides that were just a bit too quick to appear innocent. You waited just a moment to follow him. Assuming that if he was up to something, you wanted to catch him red-handed. 
As soon as he was out of your view, he nearly ran to his office. Quickly unlocking the drawer with his magic and pulling all of your panties up onto his desk. Noticing just how out of control his habit had gotten, but still not wanting to give back any of them. Not when he now had such fond memories of each and every pair.
He quickly started sorting through them, trying to find the purple pair he refused to surrender, and maybe one or two others he just couldn't bear to part with. Did he want to keep the comfy cotton ones that weren't super sexy but held your scent the best? Or did he want to keep the tiny little black lace ones that hardly qualified as panties but looked so good both on you and wrapped around his cock? 
That was how you found him. Standing behind his desk with a mountain of your panties in front of him. Black lace pair in one hand and the cotton pair in the other. Eyes darting back and forth like he was dealing with a filthy Sophie's choice.
Once he realized you were standing in the doorway, he could have quite literally died of embarrassment. He wanted to crawl under the desk and pretend this was all some hormone driven nightmare. His cheeks immediately flushed bright red. Actually, they matched the really soft crimson red pair of your panties that had little penguins on them that also happened to be sitting right in front of him on his desk.
"Uhhh… don't freak out okay. This isn't what it looks like." 
That was the best response to your questioning face that he could come up with. He knew it wasn't a good response. Is it ever good when you have to use the phrases 'don't freak out' or 'this isn't what it looks like'? 
What made it even worse was that he couldn't seem to pry his fingers loose from your panties. So, instead of dropping the two the pairs he had been holding, he reflexively hid them behind his back. 
You tried as best as you could to not give away how close to falling apart with laughter you were. Of all the things you thought you might find, this was definitely not what you would have guessed. Stephen's flustered 'teenage boy caught with a Playboy' appearance made him look even more adorable and 100% guilty. 
You have never felt more confident in your entire life. The big scary sorcerer who was ready to threaten you with death when you fell into his world had not only fallen for you but also apparently had a naughty little habit of stealing your panties. By the looks of the white-ish stains streaked across each and every pair, it also appeared he quite enjoyed himself with them too.
"Well, I guess this answers my question about where all my panties have gone. Doesn't it Stephen?" 
You slowly started walking towards him with an extra sway in your hips. Your steps were slow and deliberate. Letting your fingers drag against the knick knacks around the room as you passed by them. Your body practically thrummed with energy. You felt so powerful seeing how your lover was so utterly entranced by you.
"Are you really that much of a needy boy that you resorted to stealing all my panties to jack off with? Only leaving me a single pair to wear. I guess you are a greedy boy, too. My greedy little panty thief. I can just imagine all three fun you've had with these. I can see it too."
You could see the effect your words were having on him. Somewhere between shame and arousal pooling in his eyes as he softly nodded. Adam's apple bobbing when he swallowed hard. His hands came back around to the desk. His fingers flexing and then grabbing at the pile of your soiled panties. Like a cat pawing at a scratching post. 
"My naughty boy. Tell me baby, do you like them better fresh off my pussy or after you've made them all messy by covering them with cum?"
A groan pulled from deep in his throat at both. Fuck, he didn't want to chose. He loved both. Your essence and smell was obviously why he stole them in the first place, but he kept them afterward because he loved seeing them marked with his cum. It was the same appeal of seeing you covered in his cum.
"I know you aren't shy Stephen, with all the filth you normally say when we fuck. Cat got your tongue honey? Don't worry, I'm not mad at you naughty boy. In fact, the thought of you being so needy and horny that you steal my panties is really hot. It makes me feel like the powerful one." 
By now, you had made your way over to stand next to him behind the desk. His eyes followed you the entire way even though his hands still hadn't let go of your panties. You reached up to brush a tendril of dark hair back from his face. Gently letting the back of your fingers caress his cheekbone on the way back down.
"You're so pretty, Stephen. Do you know that? I don't think I tell you that enough." 
You felt your cunt flutter at the way he keened at your praise. He was still so unused to being complimented, especially by you. He had spent years tearing himself down and you were quite enjoying building him back up. Slowly watching him become more confident in your presence and in your affections.
Reaching down, you carefully untangled his hands from the pile of your panties on his desk. Taking his hands in yours before leading him to sit down in the large armchair behind his desk. Letting your hands come to rest on his broad shoulders after leading his hands to sit on your hips. 
You were very thankful that you had neglected getting dressed that day. Still wearing the oversized t-shirt you had slept in the night before. It made the next part of your plan so easy to execute. 
"Show me, Stephen. I wanna see."
He was sure his brain had completely melted into a puddle at that point. There was no way you were actually asking what he thought you were.
"I said show me, Stephen. Show me what you do with my panties. I want to see how you play with your cock when you are in here alone. Just you and my panties that you have such a bad habit of stealing."
Without looking away from you, he started to reach back over to the desk to grab a pair of the panties that he had squirreled away. Only to stop suddenly when you tutted and shook your head no at him. Making his brow furrow in slight confusion. 
"I don't want you to use any of those panties, Stephen. I want you to use the ones I'm wearing right now. Go ahead. Take them off of me." 
He nodded gently while biting on his lower lip. Clearly fighting the urge to start disobeying your orders and throw you on the desk. He did find this dominant side of you ever so enticing though. He rarely let his more submissive side show, but this he could get used to. 
He placed his hands back on your body, this time letting them graze teasingly up the sides of your thighs. Coming to rest so his thumbs could slide under the waistband of your panties. Glancing up briefly to make sure he was doing what you wanted, the mischievous smirk on your face answering his question. A single nod falling before he started moving again.
Using the gentlest motions he could, he carefully slid your panties down your legs. Letting them pool at your feet and holding out his hand to you so you could steady yourself as you stepped out of them. 
Once you had finished, you moved to sit yourself up on the edge of Stephen's desk. Ready to enjoy the show he was about to put on for you. You signaled for him to continue.
"Go on, baby. Pick them up." 
Without taking his eyes off of you, he leaned down and delicately picked up your panties like they were a precious treasure. His long, beautiful fingers barely gripping the fabric with one hand. His other hand moved to start undoing the belts of his robes before moving to unfasten his pants. His bulge was now quite pronounced. 
You were getting more aroused by the second. You wanted to indulge your own need and slide your fingers between your legs, but you had a plan. That plan was to make him beg to touch you. You wanted to wait to touch yourself until he was on the verge of crumbling.
Even now, he looked a mess. Hair disheveled, breathing heavy. His cock already so hard and flushed. His tip was weeping precum already. His hand gripping his shaft lightly and making long languid strokes. He was clearly being very careful not to make himself cum quickly.
"You have such a pretty cock Stephen. So big and hard. Does it hurt, baby? Bet I know what would make it feel better. Why don't you go ahead and wrap my panties around that pretty cock." 
A wicked smile on your face as he did exactly as you told him. Who knew he could like being told what to do so much? Who knew your panties would look so good wrapped around his shaft? 
You watched for a moment as he stroked himself with your panties. Occasionally moving to adjust the soft fabric so he could caress his balls with it or slide it up and over his dripping slit. Creating little wet stains from his precum before sliding it back up and down his veined velvety length.
"Tell me why you like stealing my panties so much, Stephen? I think I'm starting to like it myself. It's like you're marking your cock as mine." 
He groaned at your statement and bucked his hips up. The urge to fuck his fist faster threatening to overtake him, but he was still holding out hope that he would get the chance to bury himself in your cunt before this was over. So he answered you, in as much detail as his brain would allow at the moment. All while continuing to stroke himself for your enjoyment. 
"I like it because I'm fucking addicted to you. I want to fuck you every minute of the day. This way I get the smell and feel of you without having to bother you. The best is when they are still a little wet when I get a hold of them. Like I got you riled up and wet earlier in the day, or maybe we already fucked and you were leaking a bit of my cum. Have to fight the urge to lick them clean while jerking off." 
You bit your bottom lip and moaned at his answer. It was one of the sexiest things you had ever heard him say. Any self-control you had left was quickly crumbling. Falling apart completely when he added one more sentence.
"... and this is your cock, darling. All of me belongs to you. Always will." 
Your legs started to spread on their own when he told you he belonged to you. You both knew just as well that you belonged to him just the same. Deciding to reward him, you slowly spread your legs before bringing one foot up to rest on his desk. Spreading yourself wide so you were fully exposed to him. 
"Well, this is all yours, Stephen, and I'm sure you can tell how turned on watching you has gotten me. See how wet I am just from watching you stroke your cock for me?" 
A wicked grin on your face as you brought one hand to your cunt and pulled your pussy lips open. Making sure he could see your innermost petals glistening for him. He reflexively licked his lips when he saw your slick practically dripping from your hole onto his desk. His hips now thrusting up into his hand and your panties uncontrollably.
You knew there was no way that he could hold himself back long enough to give you time to make yourself cum with him. You could still enjoy yourself and get him to finish the job after you enjoyed your show. Knowing that watching you play with yourself would help push him over the edge quicker.
So you let your fingers start rubbing at your cunt. Working to spread your wetness over your folds. Sighing at the feeling of finally getting some direct stimulation. You pulled your hand away and slapped your pussy a couple times. Groaning at the tingle it sent through you. Letting your fingers trail back up to circle your clit as you leaned on your other arm for support.
Your bottom lip had made its way between your teeth. Your eyes were hooded and just as hazed with lust as Stephen's. Both of you were completely lost in each other without even touching each other. 
You lowered your hand to slide two fingers in and out of your cunt. Knowing how much Stephen loved it when he could hear how wet you were for him. Your body did not disappoint as you started to thrust your middle and index fingers in and out of yourself. Somewhat frustrated that your fingers weren't as long and thick as Stephen's and that you couldn't quite reach your g-spot the way he could.
It still felt incredible though. Making sure to keep your palm grinding over your clit as you finger fucked yourself. A high pitched moan when you hit the perfect rhythm making Stephen start to lose his own pacing. Knowing he was about to hit his point of no return he couldn't hold back his whimpers any longer and he did something he never thought he would do. He begged.
"Oh fuck baby. I'm gonna cum so fucking hard for you. Can I cum? Please let me cum." 
Groaning at his unprompted begging, you vigorously shook your head, yes. Summoning your sweetest voice, you answered him and granted his request. 
"Cum for me Stephen. Show me how you cum all over my panties. Fill them up like a good boy."
He made sure to hold your panties so that they caught every thick warm spurt of his cum. Making sure to spread it around on the fabric, specifically aiming for the crotch of your panties. He had become well practiced at it. In a way he felt like it turned your panties into artwork. Pieces dedicated to how much he loved you. His orgasm was prolonged by having you there watching and touching yourself. Leaving the fabric somewhat soaked as he kept a hold of them. Once again, he wanted to keep them for himself. Just like all the others.
Once he had started to catch his breath and opened his eyes you pulled your fingers out of your pussy and brought your soaked fingers to his lips. Smiling when he greedily took them into his mouth and began sucking your nectar from them. Letting him enjoy a little treat before offering him a compromise to his panty stealing problem. 
"Tell you what, Stephen, I'll make you a deal. You can keep one pair of my panties for every orgasm you give me tonight. Sound like a plan?" 
You had barely finished your proposition before Stephen was shoving your hand away and pushing you to lay flat on his desk. Moving to loop his arms around your legs. Diving face first into your cunt and starting to devour you like a man starved. 
He didn't even bother tucking his cock back into his pants. He knew he would be hard again before long, and he intended to make you cum enough times he could keep his entire collection.
You might not have any panties left by the time he was done with you, but you would have a hell of a consolation prize.
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shydaydreamer28 · 3 months
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Forgot where I found this, but MCU Wong has a journal entry on Strange.
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Wong is fond of Strange, but will never let him know.
But let's take a moment to appreciate that Strange makes & brings Wong tea in his study!
MCU has a few crumbs of Strange goodness.
I THINK this is from Doctor Strange - The Book of the Vishanti: A Magical Exploration of the Marvel Universe.
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strangelockd · 1 year
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Caught In The Web
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18+ ONLY CONTAIN HEAVY FILTH & SMUTT
Pairing: Doctor Strange x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: You find the Master of the Mystic arts in a very compramising position...
Continuation here
Word Count: 1.7K
Warnings: Bondage Kink, Female Dom, Cursing, Porn With No Plot, Just overall Filth
A/N: I can't be the only one who found out I have a bondage kink after watching that scene in No Way Home.
Sorry about this being reposted. I wanted to change some things to make it better. Hope you enjoy.
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“Babe this isn’t funny just cut me loose already!”
Running your fingers to pluck teasingly at the cords, “No I don’t think that’s going to happen. Not until I’m done with you. Your in a very compromising position here Doctor… ”
You didn’t exactly know how Stephen got himself into this position. Its pretty obvious who the culprit was, but quite frankly at this moment you couldn’t care less. The opportunity was just too perfect to pass up. The worlds most powerful sorcerer all tied up in a mass webbing. Each limb completely shackled, stringing him up deliciously by all fours to be completely at your mercy. 
The only thing you witnessed was Peter running out of the library in complete terror. Safe to assume that Stephen snapped at him and scared him off somewhere.
Urgency was building in his tone, “Wha- what are you doing?” 
“What does it look like I’m doing, I’m going to have my way with you,” a mischievous grin forming across your face. Tracing your fingers across his thighs, your touch light at first but growing more and more firmer with each pass you made. Stephen twitched his wrist in an involuntary response. The web bindings getting more and more taut with every touch you gave.
Giving a stern tone with a cocked brow, “you’re going to pay for this babe. When Im free oh ho ho you’re going t-” 
Grabbing the silhouette of his semi aroused cock over his trousers, “Going to what? Fuck the shit out if me? I welcome it Stephen,” moving your hand up and down his thick shaft making him moan and curse under his breath; his eye’s squinting closed through gritted teeth. 
“That’s right, I’m in control now,” you hummed gripping the base of his cock harder between your fingers.
 “Fuck,” he hissed
He was struggling at this point, watching his wrists thrashing attempting to reach you. It just proved how much he wanted to feel you. 
“Nice try Stephen Strange, but its not going to work,” you playfully boasted.
He gave a frustrated huff in protest, Stephen detested not being in control. It was something he deeply craved in his core. To watch himself be stuck in this fashion drove him insane and you yourself full of carnal desire.
Tracing the woven belt with your fingers thumbing his buckle undone to remove it with both hands. Letting gravity drop it to the floor. Tracing your palms through his opened tunic feeling his warm flesh, his toothsome torso clenching underneath with every move your hands made. Peaking up at his face his eyes were slightly closed; mouth hung open. He was relishing your touch but was too prideful to admit it. 
A delicate sigh fell from his lips when your mouth finally made contact with his chest. The sweet yet beautiful sinful sound encouraging you to kiss further down. His palms clenching as your tongue grazed across his warm flesh teasingly, placing tiny nips along the way down. Creating small purple blemish trails along his skin marking him as yours.
“Shit babe I don’t know how much longer of this I can take…need to feel you”
“But you are feeling me,” smirking up at him to take your hands through his open tunic, wrapping them around his bare waist pulling him in closer to you.
“No…with my hands...need… to feel you,” he begged.
“Tsk tsk so impatient baby,” taking your teeth to leave another bite mark this time over his right nipple.
You kept moving your lips down his stomach towards his belly lingering at one point to mark him, you knew no one would see the marks, but you didn’t care, you wanted to mark him every chance you got. 
Stephen was thrashing more as you lowered your lips closer towards his hips, leaving a sharp bite on his right hip he hissed in pleasure. Taking your hand to the side of his waist gripping his trousers; hastily pulling them down in a fluid motion, wasting no time taking his boxers down leaving his beautiful lower form completely naked for you. The size of Stephen's cock never failed to impress. He is pure perfection crafted just for you.
A gentle moan cascading from your lips you took hold and circled your thumb and index finger down his length. He bucked his hips as you licked from the base of his balls to the bulbous tip, his breath getting heavier and building louder with each motion as you progressed. Licking the head slowly; teasing and torturing him with every stroke, the salty taste of his precum and flesh in your mouth making your nipples began to harden.
"Fuck babe just put it in your mouth already"
“Relax baby, well get there,” smirking as you spat on his cock the saliva running down it slowly, using your hand to evenly spread the saliva making a deliciously obscene that would make a nun blush. Against the webbed binds his fists were white knuckled. Clearly able to see the contrast of his reddened scars that trailed down his knuckles.
Tilting his head back eyes closed completely lost in his own pleasure, low rough grunts emanating from his throat, “Feels so good…You're so fucking sexy babe, such a whore for my thick cock aren’t ya."
Leaning back with your arms crossed, "You want me to continue…beg for it" You demanded with a cocky grin on your face. Drool leaking down your jaw you took your thumb to wipe it off teasingly slow.
He panted, “Fuck yes babe, take me please. I beg you, claim me as your own. Just fucking devour me please!” Wasting no time, you opened your mouth and engulfed him. Feeling the tip of his cock bump the back of your throat it caused your eyes to well with tears. You could see his thighs spazzing with pleasure against the restraints from the corner of your eye.
“Fuck babe, you have such a dirty mouth. My little whore" He hummed in response. You were totally wet between your thighs. Knowing full well you woukd have to clean yourself later. You never got tired of having Stephen Strange being fully at your disposal as rare as it was. "Just like that baby, so good, you feel so fucking good,” he cooed with praise.
 Taking his cock out of your mouth making a popping sound that was on the borderline of pornographic, you kept stroking him faster getting him closer and closer to the edge of the threshold. Feeling it twitch in your soft hand, "You have such a beautiful cock, Stephen," licking flatly with your tongue from base to tip "I love sucking your cock and hearing you moan. I'm the only one who can make you feel like this. You hear me? I want you to say it."
Gasping for breath moaning out, “yes babe I’m yours and only yours. My cock and body belong to you and only you. Just please put it back in your mouth” throughly pleased with his answer you grinned putting his whole girth in your mouth going as deep as humanly possible, the tip of his cock bumping against the base if your throat once again causing you to slightly gag. He absolutely loved watching you eat him out, he adored the sounds his cock made while entering you, watching the tears stream down your face, he loved that you were so sweet to the outside world and yet such an animal with him behind closed doors. It was better then a hallelujah chorus.
You kept up with bobbing your head on his cock making sure to keep the the same stay pace going knowing fully well he was about to reach his climax; he was throbbing when you returned to put him deep down your throat his cock unbelievably hard.
"Fuck me babe, I'm…I’m gonna cum"
You hummed sucking the tip firmer as your hand stroked him fast and steadily. His arms and legs twitching expeditiously the faster you went. 
“That’s it babe...oh fuck me...take my cum, I’m all yours."
Grabbing his ass you shoved him completely in your mouth, his warm seed pulsating and threading down your warm throat in streams. Despite you trying to lap it all, some of it trailed down the sides of your mouth. Looking up at him with self satisfaction you wiped if off with your finger, sticking his nectar covered on your digit into your mouth sucking on it like a lollipop. 
 He looked down at you, "Oh baby, you are so filthy, your so beautiful like this" You grinned highly satisfied.
Licking him clean his bulbous head still red and tender causing him to twitch and wince. You stood up to grab the back of his head, putting your tongue in his mouth and dominating him. Your fingers latching on to the roots of his hair tussling it into a disheveled mess. He moaned between your lips savoring the flavor of his nectar mixed with your taste. Pulling away you both were left gasping for air. The library smelling if sex and desire.
“Well, I guess I should free you now,” you stated.
“Its about damn time,” he responded with relief.
Using a gesture with your hand the webbing binds disappeared along with his clothing returning like nothing ever happened. 
His blue eyes now darkened with lust burrowed into yours as he pulled you in with such desperation; his strong arms bracing so tight you almost couldn’t breathe. Sticking his tongue in at a fierce pace claiming your mouth all tongue and teeth. His hands moving up and down your body in a ferocious passion. Releasing a hungry moan, he was like a starving man. Pulling away he left you gasping for air feeling dizzy.
Leaning his forehead against yours a smile on his face, “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long babe you have no idea”
 “We have to do that again,” you smiled.
“Oh, trust me we will,” he chuckled bringing his lips back to you to tug the back of your hair “the payback I’m going to give you will be the sweetest revenge you’ll ever receive”
“I look forward to it Doctor”
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illyanarasputinfan · 2 years
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Alligator Loki #8 (2022) MARVEL
All of the magic wielders love Alligator Loki. I can’t say that I blame them. He’s cute.
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unorthodoxx-page · 1 year
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Can we have more sneaks on the RnI collection? :,D
This is from a Meeting of Magic (Doctor Strange x Rottmnt after the events of Recoil):
“Yokai is the word for demons, right?” he says, “We aren’t meeting actual demons are we?”
“Get dressed Strange,” Wong sighs.  “You have fifty minutes now.”
Stephen just raises an eyebrow and snaps his fingers.  The spell wraps around him in vibrant orange before falling away at his feet.  He stands, fully dressed in royal blues and reds, and drops the book.  “There,” he smirks.  “Now we have forty-eight minutes.  That’s enough time to explain it again.”
“That spell is for armor changes during battle and war,” Wong says, “not magical girl transformations.”  Wong pivots and walks out of the room, “I’ll explain, again, on the way.”
Stephen rolls his eyes at the attitude but jogs to catch up.  “On the way?” he questions, “aren’t we using the rings?”
“Hidden City law forbids the use of sling rings in and out of their domain,” Wong lifts a hand and a coat floats gently into his open palm.  “We will enter the official way.”
They step into the early and full streets of New York.  They get a few curious looks, and Stephen can even hear the snapping of phones, but he ignores it.  Most of New York is used to the weird and odd by now.  Multiple invasions and disasters will do that to an already resilient city.  “So,” he starts, “demons?”
“Yokai,” Wong corrects.  “Creatures that roamed this planet long before man did.  They were driven below ground, but Sorcerers have always kept in contact with them,” Wong pauses and turns down an alleyway, “just in case.”
“Just in case what?”
“In case another hole opens in the sky.”
“I don’t understand,” Stephen frowns.  “That was the chitaruri.” 
Wong gives him a look, “I’m not talking about that one.”
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