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acupofqueercoffee · 1 year

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“Viciously Violet”

Clea Strange x Female Reader

Request by @anonymous

Hello Morning/Afternoon/Evening! I was hoping you could do a Charlize Theron × Female Reader. It is her character Clea Strange (from Doctor Strange: Multiverse Of Madness) So Y/n works for Dr Strange as his apprentice and has secret feelings for his wife Clea Strange. But one day while Dr Strange was on a business trip and Y/n was left behind since she wasn't needed, she is invited by Clea to play a game called Truth Or Strip whereby you ar asked a question and if you get it wrong or you refuse to answer a question you are forced to strip, but things slowly take a turn and they end up having sex. Please, hope you are able to do it <3

cw : 18+ // smut // infidelity // angst

since it wasn’t specified, i hope you wouldn’t mind that i took the angsty route with this one. also there probably are many other Clea(s) in other universes but let’s just ignore the fact for the sake of angst :3

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It is both a boon and a bane. An endless cycle of torment, wounded and cured only to be gently maimed again.

There are plenty of fish in the sea, so why? Just why did you end up falling for her? A married woman, the wife of your mentor no less. Oh but there is only one Clea, beautiful, beautiful Clea with bold eyes and kind heart, who certainly is not yours. She will never be yours, forever unattainable. She does not know it of course that you harbour feelings for her. As challenging and agonising as it is, you make sure of it. After all, you do not become the apprentice of the former soccer supreme by being nothing.

Since when exactly they have begun thriving, you do not know. Perhaps, the seed of these fluttering feelings, that will get out of control in the mere presence of the woman, is planted in your heart following that fateful day. She has rescued you from the inevitable tumble down the stair. Inevitable that is, has she not intervened. Given as she has, you come out unscathed apart from your sorry little heart, it seems. You have been carrying a few too many things in your arms, one stacked upon another to the point that they obscure your vision. In your reckless haste to get to the foyer of Sanctum Sanctorum, you fail to see the beginning of the staircase.

One, one misstep is all it takes to send the whole trajectory of your life into complete chaos. Instead of meeting the same fate as the things in your hands and quite possibly suffering from a few broken bones, you are effortlessly pulled into a firm body by an arm that has captured your waist in a snug hold. Looking down, you see purple, and your own fingers holding onto the forearm of your saviour for dear life. Wisps of snow-white hair softly caress your cheeks as you seek the all too familiar face of Clea, subsequently being held captive by those enchantingly green eyes.

Then, follow days wherein you spend the better part of your waking hour reminiscing about the heart-throbbing little moment atop the grand staircase, glorying in the ghost of her touch. A smile or a trickle of attention from her, such as a simple “Good Morning”, will undoubtedly have your heart doing giddy somersaults. Whenever your line of sight is intercepted by a figure well cladded in violet attire, your gaze will linger on her for a beat too long, perpetually in awe of the way it hugs her body in all the right places. It is only admiration, a woman appreciating the beauty of a fellow woman; so you have reasoned in the beginning with no one but yourself.

And then, one day, you walk in on your mentor and his wife sharing an intimate moment. The kiss has been nothing too serious, merely a peck on the lips: a quick greeting between a husband and a wife. In that very moment, inside you rears the head of something ugly, and you have caught yourself wishing that it was your lips embracing Clea’s and your hands book-casing her hips rather than her husband’s. It has served as an eye opener for you to stop lying to yourself. The realisation has been not so much a surprise as a simple fact, which you have decided is time, to finally acknowledge. After such revelation, a pang of heartache accompanies you every time you lay your eyes upon the picture perfect power couple.

In then comes a smile from her, whether directed at you or not, and all the negative thoughts will be immediately dispelled. Such is the predicament you have found yourself in, tortured unknowingly, albeit relentlessly, by one drop dead gorgeous disaster.

Despite being a double-edged sword, the feelings that you have for Clea are sacred, and so, you treat them as such, embracing them close to your heart along with the woman herself. You have sworn silently never to get in the way of her life. If you must carry your feelings to your grave for her to have her happily ever after, then without hesitation, you will.

Such big words, you have said. Then, a request spills forth those dangerously tempting lips, and like a poisoned coward, you become all weak-kneed and lily-livered.

“I have plenty of time on my hand and with Stephen away, no one to keep me company. Indulge me, won’t you darling?”

Darling? Darling?!

She seems intent on giving you a cardiac arrest.

“I- alright. Why not?”

Have you known beforehand the kind of entertainment that you are being asked to indulge her in, you wonder if you will have agreed to it.

The game that Clea has insisted on playing with you has started out innocently enough for you to believe that it truly is a harmless activity. Her questions that she demands you to answer, although challenging in nature, are a walk in the park for you, given that you are well versed in a variety of demanding topics as an apprentice of one fastidious sorcerer.

It is only when she switches to more scandalous questions that you lose your winning streak, and along with it, one after another of your clothing pieces.

“How many people in this room would you be willing to hook up with?”

“But there’s only the two of us in here.”

“And?”

“I- uh I- I don’t know?”

“Strip it is then.”

So, goes your jacket.

“Who is the most inappropriate person you’ve ever had a crush on?”

You are unexpectedly stunned into silence since it has hit a little too close to home.

She has taken your silence as a refusal to answer, and just like that, your socks are the next to go.

“What hook-up scene from a movie or TV show would you like to recreate?”

“If you could cheat and no one would ever, ever find out, would you?”

On and on and on it goes, the following far more outrageous than the previous, and before you know it, you are left in nothing but your undergarments.

Are you truly, terribly bad at coming up with good questions, or does she just have an absurd amount of confidence, you no longer know. She has rarely got an answer wrong, not to mention, hesitated to answer the sordid questions that you have to desperately rack your brains for. The very few errors which she has made in answering your questions barely make a dent in her clothes. You find it ridiculously unfair that compared to your simple outfit, her elaborate attire has more pieces of clothing to it.

“Are you taken?”

The question as it is has twofold meanings, and although you, too, have separate answers, you decide upon the affirmative.

“Yes.”

“By whom, or shall I say with whom are you taken?”

You level her with a glare that screams irritation, or at least, as close to it as you can manage while barely clothed.

“What gives you the impression that I am not taken by someone?”

“Oh honey, you’re an open book. Are you honestly so foolish as to believe that I haven’t noticed yet?”

You blanch.

“Now, onto my next question…”

This is it. Doom is about to befall you and it is no one’s fault but your own. Of course, she is going to know. How can you be so naive? She is Clea after all. What an idiot you are! Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Fucking idiot!

Oh beautiful, beautiful Clea, she is going to be repulsed by your feelings. By you.

“How long have you been sleeping with Stephen?”

“I- what?!”

“I’m not blind. Even if I were, with the way you tend to wear your heart on your sleeve, well…” One hand makes an indifferent gesture. “…you get the gist.“

“I- I don’t. You’re getting it all wrong.”

“Haven’t I made myself clear? You needn’t act all innocent. I’ve seen the way you looked at him, eyes full of longing like a love-sick puppy.”

Clea looks you straight in the eyes, sapphire green eyes narrowing dangerously as if she is seeing something in you that you do not even know exists.

“You must think you’re one perfect pretender.” The warmth from before all but gone, her voice is all ice and razor sharp as it cuts through your flesh. “You’re not. You don’t even come close to being good enough.”

So, this has been her intention all along. To interrogate you for allegedly spreading your legs for her husband. Does she really think so lowly of you? But then again, she is not entirely wrong, and yet, she cannot have been more wrong. My word, you want to cry! Oh how you want to cry! But not here, you tell yourself, not right now, not in front of her.

“I- I don’t feel like playing anymore. Please, excuse me Mrs. Strange.”

“Now, now, we’re just getting started. I can’t allow you to spoil my fun. Sit back down.”

You do not. Ignoring the warmth that is pooling in your eyes and fingers that are grasping your bare forearm, you scramble to your feet, struggle to get your hands through the sleeves of your shirt. And then, suddenly, none too gently, you are shoved into the couch.

“I said sit back down.”

Oh. Oh. Not once during your stay at the Sanctum Sanctorum have you heard Clea using such tone, dripping with dark, dark venom, much less being at the receiving end of it. Alas, it hurts. Your heart hurts. It hurts like a bitch.

“Just admit that you’re sleeping with my husband or strip. Why are you making it so difficult?”

She has your knees pinned between her thighs while she remains standing, looming over your frame that is haphazardly sprawled across the velveteen cushion. You are helpless against the tears that are beginning to cascade down your cheeks, and as a last resort to shield your broken, vulnerable self from the woman, who, in contrast, looks too good to be true, you keep your face hidden in the crook of your arm.

“Oh, so I’m the one who’s making it difficult?” Amidst a violent downpour of tears, your voice comes out pathetically broken, but you just cannot find it in yourself to care anymore. “If you’re not blind, if you’re truly as observant as you’ve so boldly claimed, then you would have known that it was never your husband whom I’ve been pining over, rather naively might I add.” Words boil down to choked sobs, and it is but a whisper when you manage to speak again. “Why are you doing this to me? Whatever did I do to deserve this? If you despise me so, simply say it to my face.”

You hear the rustling of fabric as she shifts, sits beside your body on the couch, and then, you feel the gentle crawl of fingers on your forearm before they go to lock around your wrist. There is no force in her touch; she is not urging, merely holding. Whether you wish to lay yourself bare for her to scrutinise, or keep to yourself, the decision essentially lies in your hands. You cannot help but appreciate her thoughtfulness even in the midst of a dispute. Eventually, you let her carry your arm away. Selfish though it is, a part of you want her to witness the damage done by her actions.

Tears make your vision as good as murky; you can barely discern a look of concern and remorse on her face with a shadow of- is that hopefulness?

“Do you have feelings for me?”

“Isn’t it obvious, but more importantly, am I allowed to?”

“Please, I need to hear you say it.”

“I have feelings for you.”

As per her plea, you find yourself uttering your terrible confession. No sooner have the words left your lips than your breath follows suit, for all too unexpectedly, the lips of Clea, smooth and so unbelievably soft, that you have certainly believed will forever be beyond your reach, have captured your lips in a warm, delicate caress.

The effect is both immense and immediate; melting into the kiss like a scoop on a cone, all the tension ebb away from your limbs, rendering you utterly helpless beneath her touch. It is a tamed kiss, all tender and tantalising, hopefully a promise of what is to come.

When she departs, she does not stray too far. It is while having your faces a whisker away from each other’s, that you ask.

“Is it wrong of me to like you?”

A kiss is dropped atop your cheek, and from there, she answers.

“Like me, please.”

“I like you, Clea. So much so that it hurts.”

“Let me heal you. Let me chase your pain away.”

And who are you to refuse her wishes?

Along with the interweaving of fingers beside your head, lips map every inch of skin; starting from your forehead and ending all the way down your ankles, nothing remains untouched by those lovely lips as your body is drenched in delicate kisses.

Unfortunately, the rain on your parade is your very thoughts themselves that keep reminding you of the gut-wrenching reality that whatever this is, is but transitory. It is only a matter of minutes before you will be thrusted back into your plain old life, your miserable plain old life with no Clea in it. And so, you cry. You cry while having her mouth attached to your breasts. As pleasant as it feels, the pleasure is overshadowed by the pain.

“I will never be yours. I will never be yours, Clea.”

Clea, oh sweet sweet Clea is instantly on you, peppering your face with candied pecks, lulling you with hushed tones and honeydewed whispers, all the while the gentle pads of her thumbs caress your tears away.

“Shh darling, oh my darling angel, in this moment in time, you are mine as much as I am yours. Rid your mind of unhappy thoughts. Focus on me and me alone. Can you do that for me, my angel? For your Clea?”

You give a silent nod which is not a lie per se. Even though you are not confident in your ability to keep the unsavoury thoughts at bay, you will try. You will do that for her, your Clea.

In fact, you learn, once her mouth descends upon where you are needing her the most, that forgetting everything else is not as hard as you have initially thought. Time seems to stop, by the time her lips close around the little bundle of nerves. Nothing but your own heartbeat greets your ears, frenzied and feverish, as one wicked tongue subjects you to a sweet suffering. Submerged in such toe curling sensations, your mouth falls open in a silent scream, thighs trembling helplessly under the relentless assaults of the thick muscle on your tender insides.

A head full of lustrous lily-white hair bobbing up and down between your thighs is truly a sight to behold, and your fingers sink into the smooth strands upon feeling digits slipping inside your core while your sensitive little nub is kissed and suckled by her hot, ravenous mouth. You have surely believed that you cannot fall for her anymore than you already have, but you are proven wrong when she reveals herself once more to your hungry gaze after feasting upon you like you are the rarest delicacy. Lips dewy with your juices, chin coated in a sheen of your essence and pupils blown wide, she looks positively intoxicated, every bit the epitome of Eros.

In the meantime, despite knowing all too well that you are flying too close to the sun, you do not worry about the melting of the wax. If you end up descending into your downfall, at least, you will be falling after having achieved the seemingly unattainable. So, you spread your wings wide and soar high into the sky towards your bright, beautiful sun. But alas, your wings do not melt. If they do, the fall is prevented by a pair of arms that wind up around your waist, pulling you into luxuriously toned laps.

Perched atop her thighs, your lips collide. She trail hers down your neck, suck the little notch of your throat, but it is on the soft swell of your left breast that she decides to leave a lingering bruise.

“A keepsake. Only fitting to leave it on your throbbing little heart, don’t you think, so that with every beat of your heart, you will be reminded of me.”

“You say it as if I could ever stop thinking about you.”

A reply does not come. Only a hum escapes her lips, which softly kisses your sternum, as her face nuzzles your breasts.

“Oh my sweet, sweet angel, don’t you know that I love you?”

There comes your downfall condensed into three little words, and along with it, thorny vines twine round your heart. They squeeze, squeeze until the veins burst, squeeze until the heartstrings snap. You hold the woman of your dreams close all the while, so impossibly close to your chest, beneath which your heart begins breaking into a million little pieces, as silent tears seep into the crown of her head.

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marvel-snape-writes · 1 year

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Throwback to this smutty Stephen tale...

Stephen Strange wakes up to the feeling of something strange on his fingertips, and with the headache adding to him not remembering what happened the night before, it is up to the woman laid tangled in his bed sheets in front of him to try and piece the story back together for him.

18+ smut

Prologue

Something felt odd when Stephen awoke. The pounding in his head was that severe that it almost seemed audible. He opened his eyes and saw he was in his own bed — that was normal. He focused on the woman laid in front of him — that wasn’t anything out of the ordinary either. He attempted to lift his heavy head and squinted his eyes as he peered over her shoulder, watching as she delicately kissed each of his fingertips. As his senses began to wake with him, the stinging he felt within the tips of his rough, cut up fingertips became apparent.

“Ouch.” He whimpered pathetically into the back of the woman’s shoulder.

“You’re awake,” The woman gasped, soothingly scratching her nails against his forearm as she kept his hand by her lips, “Good morning, Stephen.”

“Good morning—…” His voice trailed off, knowing full well that he couldn't recall her name or last night’s events whatsoever.

“You don’t remember anything from last night, do you?” The woman lifted her head to gaze back at him while rolling her eyes.

“Sweetheart, I don't even remember your name…” Stephen cleared his throat awkwardly, attempting a sweet smile.

“That’s because I never told you it,” She smirked, turning around fully but keeping his hand close to her, glancing down at it, “You certainly called me a lot of other things, though… or, should I say, shouted them enough.”

“So loud I ripped the skin off my own fingertips?” Stephen let out a singular chuckle.

“Oh, that, Stephen…” She bit her lip with a smirk, gazing into his eyes, “I’ll be shocked if I can still walk.”

“I…” Stephen blinked hard, rubbing his hands against his face, “Did we…? I mean, I'm guessing we… because… y—you’re here, and you're not wearing anything and I—” He peaked under the covers, “I— I’m not… wearing anything, so… we did, right?”

“Oh, we did, Stephen…” The woman licked her lips slowly, enjoying Stephen following her tongue with his eyes, “We really fucking did, and it was…. mmm,” She whispered, biting her lip for a moment, “But not here. Not the first time, anyway.”

“F—First… Not the first time?” Stephen squinted his eyes, swallowing hard.

“Oh, Stephen…” She giggled, pressing a tender kiss to each of his injured fingertips, “Let me tell you about last night.”

Let Me Tell You About Last Night

Stephen had been stuck in the Sanctum for what felt like days now. Working between here and the Karma Taj barely left him with time to sleep, let alone any time for himself. The odd friend or colleague would drop by and pay him a visit, but they wouldn't stay for long. He couldn't remember the last time he did something for himself, and what he was craving more than anything was what now seemed like a distant thrill of waking up next to a woman he had only met the night before.

Tonight, that was about to change. He finished his work and had a shower, walking into his bedroom after and trying to decide which pair of pants to wear. His decision was the smart trousers; simply for ease of how quickly he could take them off again. He buttoned up his shirt and tucked it into his trousers, flattening the collar down with the snap of his fingers but leaving a couple of buttons open at the top. He opened one of his bedroom cabinets and tactically chose his most expensive aftershave — spraying it sparingly against his collar. Once his hair was dried, he combed through it and stood in front of the mirror, making sure there wasn't a strand of hair out of place.

Once satisfied with his appearance, he made his way out of the Sanctum for the first time in what felt like forever — on his own terms. His hands were tucked into his pockets and he gazed ahead with a confident smile — it felt good to be out and about without wearing his attracting cloak, but he also was always subtly smug when he did get recognised. In fact, he was hoping that tonight that would work in his favour — as of late, there was only so much his right hand could do.

He was aware of which bars were most likely to be occupied with people he knew on a Friday night, usually a couple of the doctors from the hospital. He looked up at the signs on the bars he passed by before settling on one of the many cocktail bars. Luckily, once inside, he spotted some of his old colleagues gathered around one of the round tables near the bar.

“Doctor Strange!” One of them exclaimed, reaching out for a hand shake, “Have you managed to take a day off from saving the world?!”

“Just for this evening.” Stephen chuckled, shaking his hand.

“It’s good to see you.” He smiled.

“And you,” Stephen nodded, “What are we all drinking?”

“I don't know about you, Stephen, but I quite fancy a porn star.” One of the other doctors chipped in.

“Oh, you and me both, Al.” Stephen raised his eyebrows.

“Has someone got arthritis of the balls?” Another one of the doctors teased, finishing what was in his glass.

“No comment,” Stephen turned toward the bar, “A round of porn stars, then?”

“Sounds like you need it.” Al, one of the doctors, sniggered.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Stephen rolled his eyes and headed toward the bar.

Once the order was placed, Stephen made his way back over to the table with the tray of drinks in his hand.

“Did you use your magic to do that?” One of the doctors arched a brow, trying not to laugh.

“A sorcerer never tells.” Stephen winked, taking the glasses off the tray and placing them in front of each of them one by one.

“Don’t be a bore!” They chuckled in return, each picking up their glass.

“Tell me the tales of the hospital,” Stephen changed the subject, taking a sip from his glass, “What have I been missing, hm?”

The conversation flowed just as well as the drinks, each of them happy to have Stephen back in their company and eager to ask him questions about what he had been up to since the last time they saw him. After a while, Stephen gladly obliged and told them what he could of the events that had passed since their last meeting. That was until a purple blur distracted him, catching his eye as a tall, slim figure passed their table and walked to the bar. Stephen’s eyes immediately adverted over Al’s shoulder — who was sat with his back to the bar — and his eyes set themselves upon the blonde hair that hung over the back of the skin-tight purple dress. He disguised his heavy exhale of breath by placing the rim of his glass to his lips while his eyes glided over her nothing-to-hide figure. He couldn't deny that this woman sparked somewhat of an interest to him. And his cock.

He tried to avert his eye contact back to the conversation taking place at his table and swallowed hard, attempting to look at them with a convincing smile. By the time he looked back over to the woman in the purple dress, he now found her also gazing in his direction. His lip twitched and he felt his mouth go dry — desperately drinking the final dregs from his glass as they made eye contact. She flashed him a smirk when she could see that he evidently was trying not to make it look tooobvious how much he was devouring her bit by bit with his eyes.

“My round, is it?” One of the doctors asked, gesturing toward the bar.

“No, no, allow me!” Stephen quickly stood up straight, placing his empty glass on the tray.

“You bought the last round!” Another doctor responded.

“And I will continue to do so…” Stephen shrugged, turning his head to look back at them as he walked toward the bar with the tray of empty glasses, “Call it my apology for not being around as much!”

Being several drinks down, the alcohol in his system had given him even more confidence than he had sober. Though, when he reached the bar, he was silent… for all of three seconds.

“What was that look for?” He asked her, placing the tray on the bar.

“What look?” The girl replied, keeping her head facing toward the bar.

“You know what look.” Stephen rolled his eyes.

“If I did, I wouldn't be asking you to clarify.” She shrugged.

“Oh, you’re going to be trouble.” Stephen laughed, turning his head to look at her properly while leaning against the bar.

“Me?” The woman eventually turned to him, arching a brow.

“You,” Stephen nodded, licking his lips, “Stephen Str—” He held out hid hand.

“I know who you are,” The woman looked him up and down, “Doctor Stephen Strange, hm?”

“Y…Yes,” Stephen nodded, “And you are?”

“Just one of the many people who know who you are, Doctor Strange,” She waved his hand away, “And your reputation.”

“My reputation?” Stephen raised his eyebrows, letting out a singular laugh, “And that being…?”

“Certainly not the kind of man who brings his table’s empty tray of glasses to the bar instead of having a pretty little waitress to fetch it for him.” She squinted her eyes.

“All part of the service.” Stephen winked, flashing her that irritating half mouth smirk.

“The mind wonders what other services you offer.” She smirked, picking up her drink.

“Oh?” Stephen arched a brow, parting his lips again to speak but staying silent as she walked away with her glass in hand.

His eyes followed her as she walked to a table on her own and he battled with himself whether he should follow or not. In fear he would be embarrassed in front of his ex colleagues after not seeing them in so long, he shook himself from the thought and ordered the drinks instead.

“Did you get lost?” One of them teased as he set the drinks back down on their table.

“I, uh… yeah.” Stephen rolled his eyes playfully and sat down, taking his drink.

“Do you see much of Christine?” Al asked, leaning back in his chair after taking a sip from his glass.

“Oh, wow, you waste no time…” Stephen’s eyes widened briefly, taking a drink before setting it back down.

“Hit him where it hurts.” Another doctor laughed.

“Well, do you?” Al pressed him for an answer, crossing his arms across his chest.

“No, I don't. No.” Stephen swallowed hard, “It’s hard to hear her name when I haven't seen her in so long…” He mumbled.

“Not since the wedd—” Al attempted to continue to conversation.

“Are you still seeing… Mia, was it?” Stephen swerved the next question.

“Oh, yeah,” Al nodded, “Did you not hear about what we got up to at Christine and Charlie’s wedding?”

“I… no?” Stephen squinted his eyes, shaking his head.

“I thought everyone knew that story.” One of the other doctors chuckled.

As Al began to tell the story of that night, Stephen once again found himself zoning out and his attention instead being upon the mystery female that was sipping her drink at the other end of the bar. He exhaled quietly and bit the inside of his cheek, swirling the liquid he had in his glass around the edges of it and inhaling sharply when they caught each other’s gaze again. She gestured for him to join her again, lifting her glass to her lips innocently. Stephen placed both of his hands on the table and stood up, only being stopped by one of the doctors questioning him.

“Where are you going this time?” They asked, glancing up from the table.

“I, uh…” Stephen cleared his throat, “The barman forgot to give me my change.”

“Oh, yeah?” They rolled their eyes, looking over his shoulder toward the bar, “Which barman, hm? That woman with the skin tight dress on?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Stephen spoke through a sarcastic smile, shoving his shoulder as he moved away from the table.

“Well, at least some things never change.” Al turned around.

“What’s that?” The other doctor asked.

“He still thinks with his cock.” Al shrugged, letting out a chuckle as they watched Stephen approach the woman.

“You’ve got to stop giving me that look.” Stephen smirked, his eyes subtly trailing down her body.

“I am doing no such thing, Mr Strange, you came over here of your own accord.” The woman raised her eyebrows.

“You keep playing dumb, sweetheart,” Stephen shrugged, leaning against the bar, “It’s kinda hot.”

“Yeah?” The woman smirked, “I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“Oh, I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.” Stephen squinted his eyes.

“If that is so, Stephen, then, why haven't you made the first move?” She bit her lip, now also leaning against the bar, “Or any move at all…”

“B—Because, I…” Stephen swallowed hard, seeing Christine’s face every time he blinked.

“What is it, hm?” She bit her lip, tilting her head as her eyes tried to read his facial expression.

“It’s nothing…” Stephen shook his head, attempting to smile.

“Oh, it’s something, doctor,” She pouted her lips and set her drink down before taking both of his hands, “Tell me. Is it another girl?”

“M…M—M’hm…” Stephen admitted begrudgingly while the woman caressed the back of his hands with her thumbs.

“It is?” She raised her eyebrows, trying to hold back her smirk when he nodded, “You’re easy to read that way, Stephen,” She lifted his hands to her lips, lightly kissing his knuckles, “As clear as the scars on your hands.”

“H…How do you know about the scars on my hands?” He spoke timidly, squinting his eyes, “I—I don't want to talk about her…” He pulled his hands back, letting out a shaky breath.

“No?” She asked, “Well, as far as I can see, she is distracting you far too much. The Stephen Strange most people know would already have me bound to their bed by now.”

“I’m Stephen Strange, not Tony Stark.” Stephen blinked hard.

“That you are,” She bit her lip, “Well, Stephen Strange, if you ever desire to have her taken off your mind…” She leaned forward, brushing her lips against the corner of his jaw before tickling them delicately against his ear and speaking into it, “I’ll try take her off your mind. You just give me the word.”

The kiss she pressed upon his ear was enough to send tingles down his spine — all the way to his cock, even. The woman turned in an attempt to walk away, but was caught by the grasp of Stephen’s hand against her arm. Their eyes barely even met before Stephen’s lips were pressed to hers. He paused for a moment before parting his lips and placing his free hand against her neck, keeping her closer to him as their lips met once more. The woman’s eyes fluttered shut briefly, making a soft noise against his lips while smirking and placing both hands against his chest.

“I don't know what you mean about me being distracted,” He whispered against her lips, his fingertips gently caressing her neck, “You’re all I see right now.”

“How can you see with your eyes closed?” She teased, sliding her hands up his chest before setting them on his shoulders.

“If you really know Stephen Strange as well as you say you do, you’d know better than to give him clever backchat like that.” Stephen lightly nibbled her bottom lip, making her quietly moan as he pulled it out a little between his teeth before letting go.

“Oh, yeah?” She grinned, opening her eyes as they met with his, “And what happens if she keeps pushing his buttons?”

“He will have to show the other person who is boss.” Stephen shrugged.

“And does he usually refer to himself in third person?” She arched a brow.

“Oh, your cleverness is really making me—”

“Hard?” She finished his sentence for him, biting her lip as their eye contact remained.

Stephen pressed his lips together and let out a singular chuckle, squinting his eyes. Even if he hadn't seen Christine for months, he still felt some sort of guilt even spending time with another woman — but something about this woman certainly intrigued him.

“Hey, stud Strange, we’re off to The Prohibition club, are you coming?” Al called over from the table.

“I’m going wherever she’s going.” Stephen shrugged, barely even looking at them before setting his eyes back on the woman.

“Stephen Strange victim number… four hundred and—” Al attempted to joke before Stephen cut him off.

“I’ll say it again,” Stephen spoke as he walked back over to their table, rolling his eyes, “Shut the fuck up.”

“Are you and your new prize coming or not?” Al laughed, standing up.

“Like I said, I'm going wherever she’s going,” Stephen looked over his shoulder at her before back to Al, “I can’t remember the last time I went out to get laid. I think I'm really in here.”

“I wonder which head that decision was made with,” Al laughed, looking over at the woman with a gentle smile, “Why don't you ask her if she wants to come along? She’s more than welcome to.”

“I’ll ask her—”

“If that’ll put your balls— I mean mind at rest.” Al winked, snorting out a laugh.

“Twat.” Stephen rolled his eyes and walked back over to the woman.

“I don't know who got more of a rise out of you there, me or your friends.” She crinkled her nose as he approached her.

“Well, that depends if you mean an emotional or physical rise, darling.” Stephen winked, smirking at her.

“Ah, that’s not quite gentleman talk, is it?” She teased, looking him up and down.

“I can be whatever you want me to be tonight, sweetheart.” Stephen placed his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to him again.

“Oh, I like the sound of that, Mr Strange.” She grinned, sliding her hands flat against his chest and purposefully brushing her thumbs with added pressure over his nipples from over his shirt.

“D—Does that mean you’re coming with us, then?” Stephen asked, hissing through clenched teeth each time he felt her thumbs working against him.

“It would seem that way, wouldn't it?” She licked her lips, letting go of him completely with an innocent smile.

“Come on, we’ll all share a cab.” Stephen gestured toward the door.

“Will we all fit in one cab?” She asked as they headed to the door.

“Not if I can help it…” Stephen mumbled, turning to her with a wink as they walked out of the door.

“Hm.” She bit her lip with a smirk and playfully nudged him with her elbow in response.

“Shall we order a minicab?” Al asked, turning to Stephen.

“I think just ordering two normal cabs will be fine.” Stephen shrugged.

“Oh? I wonder why,” Al rolled his eyes and smiled at the woman, “Al, nice to meet you.”

“And you.” She smiled softly, nodding.

“I’ve ordered us a ride.” One of the other doctors announced, putting his phone back into his pocket.

“I like your idea of us having our own cab,” The woman gazed up at Stephen, licking her lips slowly when she felt him place his hand upon her hip and turning to speak against his shoulder, “I think we’d benefit from some privacy.”

“Oh, fuck,” Stephen blinked hard, feeling his fingers tremble slightly against the material of her dress, “I— I mean… fuck, really?”

“Can’t a girl see what she’s getting herself into before she commits?” She asked, making Stephen roll his shoulders back slightly as she lightly nibbled on his shoulder.

“Are you a fucking vampire?” Stephen laughed out his words, “Trying to suck my blood?”

“Is that all you want me to suck, hm?” She raised her eyebrows, “You don't want me to…” Her voice trailed off, glancing down at his crotch, “Suck her off your mind?”

“Keep talking like that, sweetheart, and there won’t be any room left in the car for you to even sit next to me,” Stephen chuckled, “As long as you don't bite there.”

“Oh, not at all, sir,” She shook her head, “I wouldn't dream of injuring the prize.”

“This man is far from a ‘sir’,” Al laughed out his words, playfully shoving Stephen’s shoulder when he overheard that part of the conversation, “Not with the things he’s done.”

“Bold statement coming from the guy who started sleeping with his ward manager before his divorce.” Stephen cleared his throat with a wide, sarcastic smile and shoving Al back in the process.

“Wow…” Al raised his eyebrows, turning to the woman at the side of Stephen, “I almost wish you would kiss him again just to shut him up.”

“Why do you think we want to travel separately from you lot?” She responded, winking at him.

“Oh.” Al blinked hard, unsure of what to respond with and turning his attention to the cabs arriving following one of the other doctor’s calls.

“We’ll see you there,” Stephen smirked, opening one of the back doors to the cab for the woman, “After you, sweetheart.”

“See you there, Strange, I'll probably be a God Father in the making by the time you two arrive,” Al chuckled, “Unless you’ve upped your self control since being with Christine — your famous three minute knee-tremblers!”

“Fuck. Off.” Stephen glared, climbing into the car after the woman and slamming the door behind him to try and drown out Al’s laugh.

Stephen pulled on his seatbelt while exhaling deeply and gazed out of the blacked out window, biting down on his index finger. He bit the inside of his lip and tried to shake Al’s last comment out of his mind, flickers of Christine mixed with guilt he knew he had no right to have now running through his head. After a few moments, he felt the woman’s fingers brushing over his hand that was against the seat between them. He turned his attention back in her direction but his expression remained blank.

“Christine?” She asked, raising her eyebrows, “That was her name, right?”

“It…” Stephen swallowed hard.

“The woman your mind won’t rid you from?” She spoke lowly and played with his fingers as she spoke, delicately running her fingertips over his scars, “The woman who is distracting you from just moving on?”

Stephen’s eyes followed her fingers against his scars through the darkness before glancing up at her again but remaining silent. Their eyes met and Stephen inhaled sharply before cupping her face in his free hand and leaning over as much as his seatbelt would allow in order to desperately smack his lips to hers — not even caring that the force of it had made an obvious, bruising sound.

The woman’s hand found it’s way to Stephen’s collar as the kiss deepened, whimpering against his lips. Stephen placed his hand against her thigh and squeezed it gently, earning a squeal from her. She touched the tip of her tongue to Stephen’s briefly before gasping as he suddenly pulled back, nudging his nose against her neck before pressing his lips to her sensitive skin.

“Tell me your name,” He spoke in between nibbles to her skin, “I want to know your name.”

“Why?” She bit her lip, tilting her head to the side and smirking to herself.

“Because I need to know what I'll be moaning later,” He pressed a sucking kiss to the crook of her neck before speaking against it, “I’m only trying to be polite.”

“Oh, such a gentleman.” She grinned, scraping her fingers through Stephen’s hair as his relentless kisses continued up and down the side of her neck.

“Tell. Me.” Stephen’s teeth grazed over her ear, his hand now cupping one of her breasts from over her dress.

“It’s none of your business.” She let out a jittery breath, grasping onto his hair slightly as her mouth hung open.

“I want to make it my business.” Stephen growled, only pulling back from her neck when he was satisfied with the red mark he had left upon it.

“Too bad.” She grinned and pushed her fingers deeper into his hair to roughly press their lips together.

Stephen’s breath was taken from him by the sudden force of the kiss but he willingly kissed back, massaging the hand that was still against her breast. Encouraged by the soft whimpers leaving her lips, Stephen brushed his thumb over her nipple from over her dress — moaning against her lips when he felt her lightly digging her nails into the side of his neck. She bit down on his bottom lip and dragged her nails against his skin, making Stephen hiss between clenched teeth.

“How badly do you want me to suck her off your mind, Stephen?” She spoke faintly against his lips, smirking briefly before claiming his lips again while she parted hers.

“Oh, fuck…” Stephen whimpered against her lips, his kisses now becoming clumsy.

“That wasn't an answer, Stephen…” She giggled, pulling on his bottom lip and laying her hand flat against his thigh, “How. Badly. Do. You. Want. Me. To. Suck. Her. Off. Your. Mind?” She spoke in breaths between harsh kisses, able to feel the sweat of arousal now gathering at his shirt collar.

“Ugh, so fucking bad,” Stephen grunted against her lips, fidgeting in his seat a little, “I—I can tell the driver to stop right now… a—and you can have my cock in any way you please, sweetheart.”

“Mm, that's too bad, Stephen…” She kissed him purposefully delicately before pulling away, “You took so long to answer that we’re already here.”

“What, no…” Stephen whined weakly, leaning back against the back seat as he tried to catch his breath and narrowing his eyebrows, “C—Can't we… do another lap?”

“I’m afraid not,” She giggled, shaking her head, “Kindly pay the man.”

“I got you right the moment I spoke to you,” Stephen squinted his eyes, reaching into his pocket for his wallet, “Fucking trouble.”

“I try.” She licked her lips, getting out of the car after Stephen paid and thanked the driver.

“To what, make my cock ache?” Stephen huffed, following her out of the cab.

“If the shoe fits.” She winked, pursing her lips at him.

“Hm.” Stephen exhaled deeply as the cool night air hit his flushed cheeks.

“It’s about time!” One of the doctors exclaimed as Stephen approached the club.

“Did you ask to be taken the long way round?” Al teased, pushing the club doors open and walking inside.

“Wouldn't you like to know.” Stephen rolled his eyes and followed him to the bar, waiting his turn before ordering himself and the woman a drink.

“How do you know what I want?” She teased, taking the drink from him with a smile.

“Well, I asked them for a drink with my cock in it but they said that since its so hard to get hold of, a cocktail is the next best thing.” Stephen shrugged, clinking glasses together.

“That’s funny,” She squinted her eyes, scanning his body up and down as she licked her lips, “It appears to me that your cock looks very easy to get hold of.”

“Careful, sweetheart.” Stephen tried not to laugh, taking a drink.

“Or what?” She tilted her head, “Are you afraid you’re going to let go in your pants, hm? How embarrassing.”

“You…” Stephen’s lip twitched.

“Me?” She raised her eyebrows, “I’m going to dance.”

“Go ahead, gorgeous,” Stephen took another drink, “I’ll enjoy the view.”

“I don't need your permission, Stephen.” She winked.

“N—No, I didn't mean…” He attempted to correct himself before she disappeared into the crowd of people, leaving Stephen stood by the bar with the others.

“Is that smell coming from the toilets or your fingers?” Al stood at the side of him, giving him a nudge, “Did you get any?”

“Alan, just judging from that question, let me be the one to tell you that however you’re trying to touch a woman, I think you’re doing it wrong,” Stephen tried not to laugh, turning to him, “And to answer your question — no. I think she’s going to be the death of me.”

“What?!” Al scoffed, widening his eyes, “You’re telling me that Doctor Stephen Strange took a ride in the back of a cab and didn't even get a handjob?”

“I’m afraid that's exactly what I'm telling you.” Stephen nodded, taking a drink.

“Then, what's the deal with your mystery woman?” He asked, squinting his eyes.

“I’m not entirely sure,” Stephen exhaled, his eyes glued to her as she danced with everyone else in the crowd, “But I'm going to find out.”

“Oh, yeah?” Al rolled his eyes playfully, “Pussy before pals, as usual.”

Stephen chose to ignore Al’s comment and instead walked toward the woman — who's name he still infuriatingly didn't know. Their gaze immediately caught one another and she approached him further, snaking her arms around his neck while still moving her hips from side to side. Stephen placed his drink carelessly on the nearest surface so he could place his hands on her hips.

“Are you having a good time in here?” Stephen asked, trying not to let how much he was enjoying the brief movements against him show on his face.

“Even better now.” She grinned, sliding her nails up the sides of his neck and causing him to shiver.

She leaned up on her tiptoes and pressed their lips together, making a soft noise once they finally touched. Stephen’s hands quickly repositioned to the small of her back to try and push their bodies harder together. They tilted their heads to deepen the kiss and soon their tongues were having a fighting match of their own — neither caring about who could possibly see them on the dimly lit dance floor.

“Are you going to take me home, Stephen?” She whispered against his lips, pushing her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck.

“If that is what you want.” Stephen’s breath hitched from the thought.

“What I really want, Stephen, is to dance.” She licked between his lips teasingly.

“Then, dance, baby.” Stephen gazed down at her, biting his lip as she pulled back.

“Oh, I will.” She grinned and turned around but continued to brush her hips from side to side — in circles, almost — while now leaning back against his chest.

“Mm…” Stephen whimpered under his breath, dipping his head to kiss the side of her neck as she raised her arms and laced them back around his neck behind her.

He lightly nibbled the side of her neck until his lips met the crook of her neck, brushing her hair out of the way completely so he could press a sucking kiss to it. The tenderness against her sensitive skin made her brush back against him with even more pressure — now able to feel the strain that was forming in the front of his pants. She pretended not to notice, only gasping when she felt one of Stephen’s hands slip under the hem of her dress and his fingertips tease against the waistband of her underwear. His lips created a pathway up the side of her neck again before pressing a kiss directly behind her ear. The woman gripped onto his hair as she continued to sway her hips against his growing erection, enjoying the taunting of his finger and thumb against the waistband of her underwear.

“Oh, is that the wizard’s magic wand I can feel?” She giggled, earning an almighty huff from Stephen.

“I am not a wizard, and I do not use a wand,” He pulled the waistband of her underwear away from her skin, grazing his teeth against her shoulder, “If you really know Stephen Strange, then you'd know that.”

“No?” She bit her lip with a grin and held her hips directly against the protruding crotch of his pants, “It certainly feels like a long… hard…. wand to me.”

Stephen lost his breath from her words following her actions and furiously let go of the waistband of her underwear, gritting his teeth when it audibly snapped back against her skin. Clea gasped from the feeling and gripped onto his hair, pulling his head further forward to press a hard kiss to his lips.

“Have a feel and tell me if you still think its a fucking magic wand.” He growled against her lips, kissing her back harshly.

“Maybe I will,” She smirked, sticking her bottom back against him with a little more force, “I’m going to the bathroom.”

“You have to be joking.” Stephen groaned, letting out a heavy breath against her lips.

“Don’t go anywhere.” She grinned innocently, leaning up to peck his lips teasingly slow before wriggling out of his grip and walking out of the crowd.

Stephen pressed his lips together and let out a deep sigh, chewing his bottom lip harshly as he tried to think of anything but the uncomfortable tightness of his crotch. His eyes darted around the rest of the people dancing by him, secretly grateful for the dim light not giving too much away of his current situation.

“Stephen Strange…” A female voice spoke as she approached him.

“Yes?” Stephen turned his attention to her.

“Do you remember me?” She asked, looking up at him.

“Uh… Cathy?” Stephen squinted his eyes, hoping he was right.

“Correct,” She giggled, “Well done.”

“I remember a pretty face when I see one.” Stephen shrugged, flashing that infuriatingly charming half smile.

“Oh, yeah?” She arched a brow, “That’s funny, I always wanted to dare myself to try my luck with you.”

“Try your luck with me, huh?” Stephen laughed a little.

“Well, you tried your— or should I say, had your way with just about everyone else at work…” She pursed her lips.

“I’m a changed man.” Stephen shrugged again.

“Bullshit.” Cathy rolled her eyes.

“Well, I was… briefly…” Stephen inhaled sharply.

“Oh, are you referring to your time with Christine Palmer?” Cathy arched a brow.

“You could say that.” Stephen spoke quietly.

“Rumour had it, Stephen…” Cathy whispered, glancing down at his lips before back into his eyes, “That you really loved her.”

Cathy barely even got to the end of the sentence before her face was cupped by Stephen’s hand, crashing their lips together in the only way he knew how to stop a woman from saying what he didn't want to hear. He felt Cathy smirk against his lips and she pressed her hands upon his chest, leaning up to kiss him back and praying she didn't brush her body forward against his. After a few long moments, Stephen broke away, looking down at her as he exhaled heavily.

“Mm, what was that for?” She asked, a smirk playing upon her lips.

“You wanted a taste, you got a taste.” Stephen responded bluntly, almost proudly.

“Ever the gentleman; giving people what they want.” Cathy giggled, looking in the direction of the group of her friends that were calling her over.

“What can I say?” Stephen smiled sarcastically, “I try.”

Cathy crinkled her nose and blew him a kiss before walking back over to her friends, passing Stephen’s first woman of the night as she made her way over.

“You just can't help yourself, can you?” She rolled her eyes, looking Stephen up and down.

“Hm?” Stephen pretended to play dumb, feeling his cock pushing against his material cage again as his eyes couldn’t help but scan over the skin tight purple dress.

“That's not my lipstick.” She raised her eyebrows, wetting the tip of her thumb with her tongue before wiping the lipstick off his face.

“Then, make it your fucking lipstick.” Stephen snapped, his hands immediately finding her hips again.

“Mm, gladly.” She grinned and wrapped her arms around his neck again, pressing their lips together.

Stephen grunted when he felt her nudging her stomach repeatedly against the bulge in the front of his pants, trying to keep a grip on her hips with his sweaty fingers. Their tongues met and tangled, sloppy kisses now being pressed upon each other’s lips.

“Fuck, I want to touch you.” Stephen panted against her lips.

The woman immediately spun herself around again and rested back against his chest, not even breaking the kiss for a moment. Stephen moaned against her lips when he felt her take his hand and push his fingers under the hem of her dress again, letting out a breathy giggle as his fingertips trembled over her skin. This time, he wasted no time in pushing his fingertips under the waistband of her underwear and unashamedly into the front of them. His skilled fingers immediately got to work, teasingly touching and massaging their way directly between her legs.

“Ugh, Stephen… R—Right here?” She grinned against his lips, pausing for a moment to let out a pleasure filled squeal against them when she felt his finger applying just the right amount of pressure to where she craved it most, “So f… f—fucking naughty…”

Stephen closed his eyes slightly tighter, afraid that too much of a reaction from her would result in a sticky disaster within his pants. He continued the motions with his fingers, circling them in time with their now severely clumsy kisses. The woman’s nails soothingly scratched back and forth over the hair on his forearm, encouraging for him to continue, while her other arm remained stretched behind her with her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.

“B—Buy me another drink and have your way with me, Mr Strange…” She breathed lowly against his lips, her hands now sliding back and forth in his hair as her knees grew weak.

“Are you sure you can last with another drink?” Stephen smirked against her lips, “You’re already creating a fucking puddle for me, sweetheart.”

“Just you wait.” She bit down on his bottom lip harshly.

“No drink will taste as good as this.” Stephen whispered, removing his hand from her underwear and turning her around before dipping each finger into his mouth while their intense, heavy eye contact remained.

“Oh, yeah?” She smirked, losing her breath slightly from watching him, “Try not to take anyone out with your magic wand.”

“You watch your fucking mouth.” Stephen narrowed his eyes.

“You watch yours.” She responded, gesturing toward his lips.

Stephen thought nothing of it, turning around and making his way back through the crowd and toward the bar, trying his best to subtly keep one hand over his crotch. It was only when he pressed his lips together that he tasted the blood in his mouth as a result of her biting his lip.

“What would you like?” Stephen asked, sensing her now stood behind him.

“What I would really like is…” She glanced over her shoulder before standing behind him as he placed his own order and reaching in front of him, cupping his crotch in both of her hands and feeling him instantly twitch against her, “…for you to take me to the closest convenient place and fuck her off your mind.”

Stephen’s lips parted, feeling his breath hitch in his throat as she squeezed her hands over his crotch several times.

“I—I can… portal us back to the Sanctum?” He arched a brow, looking over his shoulder at her.

“No, no… No magic tonight,” She shook her head, “I just want you.”

“Yeah?” Stephen swallowed hard, feeling his cock pushing furiously against the material, “Tonight we are the magic.”

“Stephen…” She rolled her eyes, trying not to grin, “How do you ever get laid?” She laughed, brushing her palm up and down over his crotch as he let out a bashful laugh.

“Famously big cock.” He winked, pushing against her hands.

“I want you to take me somewhere nearby enough for us to come back here and toast our long anticipated fuck afterwards with all your friends.” She licked her lips slowly.

“I—I can do that…” He swallowed hard and let out a shaky breath, glancing down at her hands now massaging against the front of his pants.

“Mm, hurry…” She stood on her tip toes, whispering into his ear, “I think your cock is going to break through your pants.”

“Here,” Stephen struggled to get a wad of notes out of his wallet, laying them on the bar, “Take the money, keep the drinks.”

“Oh, you’re so easy to have under the thumb.” She giggled, finding the head of his cock through his pants and making him hiss through clenched teeth as she rolled her thumb directly against it.

“Bathroom?” He stuttered, turning around and gazing down at her.

“Surely it’ll be too busy?” She asked, starting to follow him.

“It’s the closest,” He swallowed hard, hovering one of his large hands over his crotch as they pushed their way through the crowds at the bar. Once reaching the bathrooms, it appeared they were a little more overcrowded than he had anticipated as he mumbled under his breath, “And the busiest, apparently.”

“I hate to say I told you so.” She flashed him a cocky smirk and reached for his free hand.

Stephen followed close behind as they made their way toward the exit of the club, ignoring the several questions thrown at him by his friends as they passed by. The fresh air hitting Stephen’s flushed skin was a feeling he seemed to be becoming accustomed to when it came to being in her presence tonight. They made their way through the smokers gathered outside and around the corner of the club, down the alleyway at the side of it.

“I hope the wall isn't too cold.” Stephen smirked, backing her up against it and gazing down at her with a devilish grin.

“I’m sure I'll soon warm up.” She mirrored his smirk, placing her hands against his shoulders and pulling him closer to her desperately.

“I like your optimism.” Stephen chuckled and crashed his lips down onto hers, instantly deepening it.

His hands moved under the hem of her dress until they found her underwear like before — only this time, he tugged mercilessly at the thin material. She moaned against his lips from his pure desperation and placed her own hands against his belt, tugging at it weakly until it became unbuckled. Once Stephen had practically torn her underwear from her, he tossed it carelessly to the floor and tried to refrain from pushing his hips up against her hand as she fumbled around for the zip of his crotch. Her trembling finger and thumb caught the zip and dragged it down in one swift movement, eagerly pushing the crotch of his pants open completely.

“How is it possible for someone to be so fucking big, Stephen?” She breathed out her words, glancing between them as she pushed his pants and boxers down over his hips.

“Carry on speaking like that, sweetheart, and this will be over before its even begun.” Stephen let out a shaky breath, hitching her dress higher up over her hips.

He gripped onto one of her thighs with one hand as she hooked it around his waist, taking his cock in the other and positioning himself the best he could make out through the darkness of the alleyway. She placed her hands on his cheeks and tilted his head back up again, pressing a needy kiss to his lips as he thrust his hips forward.

“F—Fucking hell, Stephen!” She gasped in pleasure, trying to take in the moment as he filled her completely in one, swift movement.

“Ugh, that’s it, baby…” He spoke shakily against her lips, his fingertips trembling against her thigh as he began to move his hips back and forth, “Is this what you wanted?”

“To be fucked down a dingy, dark alleyway by Stephen Strange?” She let out a breathy giggle against his lips, “Oh, its everything.”

“As I said before, sweetheart,” Stephen smirked, “It’s all part of the service.”

She parted her lips to respond but only moans followed as Stephen lifted her up fully so both of her legs could hook around his waist. The movements of his hips became relentless, the woman now clinging onto him as tightly as possible as her arms and legs locked around his body. With the confidence that she could hold onto him with her own strength, Stephen removed his hands from her thighs. He reached his hands up and placed them flat against the wall, pinning her against it and holding her there by his own body. The freedom of his hands allowed more rapid, merciless movements of his hips — his grunts growing louder and louder with each one.

Stephen’s lips pressed even harder to hers, their teeth almost clattering together each time from the clumsy desperation of them. She tugged at his hair a little, causing him to whimper against her. Stephen’s hands pressed harder against the wall, trying to maintain his position as he drove his hips forward in an unforgiving manner — desperately chasing his taunted release. As his hands grew sweaty, he began to lose his grip. Desperate not to lose his rhythm, he began trying to grasp onto the brick wall, almost clawing at it, in order to maintain the rough motions.

“F—Fucking hell, Stephen…” She gasped in pleasure, rocking her hips forward against his, “You’re living up to your rumours…”

“My… My rumours?” Stephen swallowed hard, pulling back from her lips but not stopping his movements.

“Stephen Strange is a good fuck.” She smirked, gazing up into his heavy eyes.

“Oh, baby, I think you could have the power to make me cum on demand with the things you say.” He let out a breathy chuckle.

“Now, wouldn't that be something.” She giggled back, dipping her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck again to bring him back into another kiss.

Stephen moaned loudly against her lips and bucked his hips, his fingertips now turning white as he relentlessly tried to grasp onto the wall with each harsh movement. He could feel his cock pulsing madly as it drove in and out of her with ease — they both could. The woman’s fingers began to tremble in his hair as she felt herself on the verge of giving herself over to the pleasure of the sorcerer.

“A—Ah, fuck, Ste…!” She inhaled sharply, her legs almost turning to jelly around him as her climax tiptoed closer and closer, “Stephen!”

“Give yourself over to it, sweetheart,” Stephen panted out his words, “Because I was past the point of no return a while ago.”

The woman couldn't even verbally respond to Stephen’s comment, only clutching onto his hair as she cried out his name in ecstasy — trying her best to bounce her hips against his thrusts as she felt her orgasm ring out loudly throughout her body. As if there was anything that was going to stop him at this point, the sounds and motions she was making while clumsily trying to ride out her climax was enough to tip him fully over the edge.

“U—Ugh, fu… fuck!” His voice echoed into the darkness of the alleyway and back, several loud moans following.

Each harsh pump of his hips caused violent twitches to his cock, spurting his release carelessly inside her as his fingertips dragged down the brick wall. They kissed shakily with parted lips until Stephen pulled away to hide his face in her neck, the moans continuing to flow out of him like strings of his cum. The woman’s shaky hand now attempted to soothingly run her fingers through his hair as his hips gradually slowed, both of them breathing hard in each other’s ears.

Stephen’s body trembled in pleasure from head to toe even as his cock began to soften, carefully placing her back down on her feet as he tried to catch his breath. The woman’s legs barely even took her petite bodyweight as she leaned back against the wall, her hands now on Stephen’s shoulders as they gazed into one another’s eyes.

“Stephen…” She panted, trying to flatten down the front of his shirt with her shaky fingers.

“Mm, yes?” He wiped the back of his hand against his sweaty forehead, gazing down at her.

“I don't think I'll ever be able to look at alleyways in the same way again.” She smirked, biting her lip.

“No?” Stephen let out a breathy chuckle, enjoying watching her chest move up and down as it continued to heave, “Well, we both got what I believe we wanted, so… now what?”

“Hm,” She squinted her eyes playfully and watched in amusement as his lips parted from the feeling of her starting to tuck his softening cock back into his boxers, zipping his pants up before buckling his belt, “I think we should go back down there and drink our bodyweight in alcohol,” She leaned up and pressed a singular kiss to his lips before speaking against them, “And then I want you to take me home and do that all over again.”

“Oh, fuck.” Stephen half laughed, half groaned — his morning wood evidently becoming even more apparent as he listened to the story of the night before.

“Yeah,” The woman giggled, purposefully brushing back against him and speaking against his wounded fingertips, “We did that, Stephen.”

“Sounds like we had a good night.” He chuckled, sweeping his fingertips subtly back and forth over the skin on her lower stomach as she lay on her side in front of him.

“It seems like we’re going to have a good morning, too…” She smirked, pressing back against his bare crotch with a little more pressure.

“What?” Stephen’s lips found her shoulder, a pathway of his kisses soon being created along it, “You tell me about us fooling around down an alleyway and don’t expect me to get at least a little turned on by it?”

“Mm…” She closed her eyes with a grin, enjoying the feeling of his lips against her skin while his fingertips continued their feather-light motions against her belt line, “You must’ve really had a broken heart to have fucked me the way you did.”

Stephen’s kisses paused upon hearing her words, his lips remaining still but pressed against her shoulder. The woman sensed the shift in him and turned around, leaning up on her elbow as she gazed down at him. Stephen rolled onto his back and let out a shaky breath when the sheets fell from the top half of her body, exposing her chest.

“That’s a nice morning view.” He spoke finally, making his eye line obvious as to where it was spending the majority of it’s time.

“I can tell.” She bit her lip, glancing down at the stubborn tent pitched within the bed sheets above his crotch.

“Where's my morning kiss, huh?” He asked, reaching his arm out, “I let you sleep in my bed and you don't even kiss me good morning?”

“Oh, shut up.” She rolled her eyes, brushing her hand through his tufty bed hair as she remained propped up on her elbow.

“Give me a reason t—” His words were cut off when she leaned down to press their lips together, “…t—to.”

Stephen brought his hand to her hair and bunched it up into a gentle fist as he kissed her back, their eyes closing. He whimpered against her lips when he felt his cock twitch against the bed sheets but let out a shaky breath when he felt the woman’s hand against him, gently massaging the growing bulge from over the bed sheets. Stephen’s fingers sank deeper into her hair as he tried to press their lips harder together, gasping against them when she pulled her hand away and pushed it under the sheets this time instead.

A shiver was sent down Stephen’s spine the moment her hand wrapped around his cock properly, loosely stroking up and down with each kiss. Stephen ran the tip of his tongue against her bottom lip before touching it to hers when her lips parted. She squeezed her fist around him lightly and moaned against his lips quietly when he throbbed in response.

“Stephen, there's still one thing I never did last night…” She whispered against his lips.

“Hm, what?” Stephen spoke uneasily, in a little bit of a daze.

“I haven't sucked her off your mind…” Her voice trailed off as her lips moved from his to his cheek, jaw, neck, collarbones, chest, stomach… until she disappeared beneath the bed sheets and could feel the heat of his arousal against her cheek, “…yet.”

“Oh?” Stephen smirked, lifting the sheets a little more for her as he laid his head back against the pillow and mumbling, “Good fucking morning to me.”

“Your cock, Stephen…” She whispered, pressing a singular kiss to the tip of it, “It’s been one fucking night and I cannot even begin to tell you the power it already has over me.”

“All… part of the service, sweetheart.” The smirk on Stephen’s face was the most smug it had ever been.

“You know, I thought we were going to have a bit of a bumpy ride at the beginning, but in my head… we were always clear of anything bad happening this far.” She rested the tip of his cock against her plump lips.

“This far?” Stephen squinted his eyes, trying to focus more on the feeling of her lips against him, “Clear? Strange. W—We’ve only just met, sweetheart…”

“Mm, that’s got a nice ring to it.” She grinned against his length, settling her fist at the bottom of it so she could envelope her lips around the head of his cock completely.

“Wha… fuck.” Stephen grunted, both of his hands instinctively going under the sheets to feel her head as it began to bob back and forth over his entire length.

She made soft noises against him as her head moved back and forth, her cheeks caving in with the movements. Stephen tilted his head back and parted his lips, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he sank into the feeling.

“A—Another thing you never told me, darlin’, was your name…” Stephen breathed out his words, his fingers now tangled in her hair.

“No?” She vibrated her lips against him, “Let me make it clear… Let me make it clear…” She spoke repeatedly until she pulled her head back completely, holding his length delicately in her fist, leaning forward, “Let… me… make… it…” She paused, sticking her tongue out and spelling each letter with the tip of it directly under the head of his cock;

‘C. L. E. A.’

#doctor strange #Doctor Stephen Strange #doctor strange fic #doctor strange smut #doctor strange fanfiction #Stephen Strange #stephen strange fanfiction #stephen strange fic #stephen strange smut #benedict cumberbatch #Benedict Cumberbatch smut #clea strange #stephen strange x clea #marvel #Marvel Universe #Marvel multiverse #marvel cinematic universe #marvel fic #marvel smut

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mrswxyne · 8 months

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Clea's favorite human.

#stephen strange #clea #clea strange #doctor strange #marvel #wong #multiverse of madness #benedict cumberbatch #charlize theron #faltinestrange #strange clea #stephen strange x clea strange #stephen strange x clea #clea x doctor strange #dr stephen strange #stephen x clea #stephen strange smut

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getlostsquidward · 1 year

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marvel masterlist

main masterlist | ao3

Agatha Harkness

see masterlist here

Clea

180 degrees and i'm caught in between (clea/stephen/reader) (18+) — clea and stephen were exposed to sex pollen while fixing an incursion. they wouldn't leave their baby out of the fun, would they?

Hela

say my name — your queen likes it when you drop the formalities.

yuletide spirit — hela's first christmas with you.

offer me that deathless death (18+) — odin sending the valkyries to prevent hela from escaping was a present in disguise.

Jennifer Walters

the morning after — the date you had last night with jen left you wanting more—hopefully, she does too.

Stephen Strange

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prettywitchiusaka · 7 months

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Lines From Stephen x Clea Fanfics I May Never Write (Out of Context) Post 145:

Clea: I wish we could stay like this forever...

Stephen: Yeah...But we gotta get up sometime. I don't know about you, but I'm hungry.

Clea: Fair enough...I could use some coffee.

(They start getting out of bed, but when Stephen turns and sees Clea's naked breasts his eyes widen. Suddenly, he's hungry for something a little bit closer.)

Stephen: Although...we could stay in bed a little longer...

(She turns to him, smirking.)

Clea: Oh? Sounds like you didn't get enough last night.

Stephen: (He smirks and leans in closer to her) I don't hear you complaining.

(Clea giggles.)

(He kisses her and she folds her arms around his neck as they fall back onto the bed.)

#marvel comics #marvel cinematic universe #Doctor Strange #Clea #stephen x clea #cleaphen smut #mcu clea's a fugitive au #cinema snob #Prettywitch's Fanfiction

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blackleatherjacketz · 2 years

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Battle Born

Marc Spector x Female Reader

Summary: Marc calls you up after nearly a decade of silence and wants to meet up for drinks. You can’t say no.

Warnings: NSFW!, 18+ only, Explicit Smut, Choking, Spitting, Biting, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Hair Pulling, Nipple Play, Fist Fights, Attempted Gaslighting, Medical Lingo, Military Background

Word Count: 3239

Tags: @acutecupidity @letsby @likedovesinthewnd

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“Take your shirt off, Spec.” The gray cotton of his t-shirt clung to his chest in an uneven black oval as his skin peaked through a jagged tear just below his collar. He should be bleeding, hunched over, grabbing his chest in pain and struggling to breathe, but his lungs appeared to be working just fine. The splattering of blood that covered his hands and upper body didn’t seem to belong to him, drying and cracking over his unscathed knuckles in the brutal August heat.

“Let me examine you, it’s the least I can do.” You offered again.

“It’s nothing,” he brushed off, beads of sweat dotting at his temples. “I’m fine.”

He’d called you out of nowhere from a number you didn’t recognize, asking to meet up after nearly a decade of radio silence. His voice was shaky, almost desperate as he told you he needed to see your face, someone he trusted to level him out from whatever it was he was going through. If he were any other man you might have brushed him off, gone back to sleep after he woke you from your sleepy marathon of Ancient Aliens, but he wasn’t just any other man. He was someone you’d spent years in the service bonding through blood, sweat and tears with; only to have him disappear on you in the middle of the desert without a trace.

Part of you wanted to hear what he had to say while the other part just selfishly wanted to see him again. His rugged face had been worn by the time you’d spent apart, still remarkably unforgettable as you spotted him from across the bar. He seemed to have gotten even more handsome somehow, his olive skin barely wrinkling around his sable eyes as he smiled at you with his back against the wall. His high and tight haircut had grown into streaks of silver snaking their way into long charcoal curls, slicked back with a coat of summer sweat.

You’d caught him up on the past ten years of your life as you drank together, telling him more about the horror stories you acquired working in the hospital than he would about his life as a private sector mercenary. His eyes glazed over about halfway through his tale, something dark and unspoken weighing heavily on his conscience. It was bothering him more than he let on, but he danced around it the way only Marc Spector could, telling you just enough about a job gone wrong in Egypt before asking the waitress for the tab. He paid in cash before walking you home, before two men jumped out of an alley, mistaking his lack of height for weakness.

They’d grabbed you first, a mistake he made them pay for with fountains of blood and broken bones only after you saw the glint of a knife dive deep into his chest. The street lamp in the corner flickered on and off, the electrical short tricking your brain into thinking you were watching an old moving picture as Spector effortlessly incapacitated your attackers. It had all happened so fast, you barely had time to register the image of Spector ripping the knife out as it clattered onto the pavement at your feet. You’d seen him fight dozens of times before when you served together, but never like this. This time something was different.

“Spec,” you started again softly, folding your arms across your chest in the safety of your own apartment.

“You’re overreacting.” He walked over to the kitchen sink and started washing the blood off his hands and face.

“Overreacting? He fucking stabbed you!” You glared at him with concern. Overreacting? Overreacting?! I’ll show him overreacting… no. No, I won’t. Take a breath, just… breathe. You grabbed a clean hand towel from the drawer and stepped toward him, pointing at the hole in his shirt as proof. “I saw it go in, Spec, I swear I did, I...” At least you think you did, didn’t you? Yes, you were absolutely sure of it.

He took the cloth from your hands as little droplets of water collected on the tips of his curls, dampening his shirt even more as they took their time falling onto his chest. “You wanna see?” He challenged. “Huh? Is that gonna make you feel better? Is that gonna calm you down?” His eyebrows nearly disappeared into his hairline as the speed of his words increased with his frustration.

“Yeah, actually, I do,” you pressed. “You could have a hemothorax right now, a pneumothorax even, but you were so insistent on not going to a hospital after all that back there. I mean what the hell was that?” You paused and took a breath, pointing a finger at him. “And just because I’m a nurse doesn’t mean that I have all these life-saving supplies here at my disposal! So before I can go to sleep tonight I’m gonna need to know that you’re…” You lost your train of thought as soon as he pulled his shirt off over his head, dropping it onto the floor.

“Oh,” you whispered, feeling a knot start to twist in your belly.

He grabbed your hand and placed it where the blade should have cut through his skin, pulling you in close enough to feel his breath on your cheek. “See? You feel that?”

“Mmm hmm.” Your whisper vibrated through your lips as the skin beneath your palm felt perfectly smooth, without scar or blemish. But how could that be? How could he heal so fast, even if the man had only nicked him with his blade? Surely there’d have to be a scrape or scratch somewhere on his torso. What wasn’t he telling you about what happened out there?

“I don’t need a hospital.” His calloused fingers held your hand in place, sending a shiver down your spine as he traced the inside of your palm with his fingertips.

“Okay,” you nodded, swallowing hard. “I can see that now.”

The intoxicating scent of his cologne mixed in with the sweat on his chest as it rose and fell beneath your touch, his heart beating even faster than yours. You felt your breath hitch, your throat begin to dry up as you stared at his body for fear of looking up into those eyes from this insanely intimate angle. Your desire to know what made him heal so fast was suddenly overridden by the desire to know what his mouth tasted like instead. “What do you need?”

Spector lifted your face with his opposite hand, curling his fingers beneath your chin until his mouth pressed against yours. Notes of smoke and honey faintly remained as he parted your lips with his tongue, a mere ghost of the aged liquor he drank earlier as his grip on your hand tightened. You breathed him in, smoothing your hand up and over his shoulder until you cradled the back of his neck, fingers weaving their way into the base of his hairline.

His kiss became intense, an attack on nearly all your senses as his lips and tongue explored every inch of your mouth. Teeth clashing against yours, he hummed as he sucked on your tongue, pulling it taut into his mouth before letting it fall back into place, nipping at your bottom lip. He smiled and grabbed recklessly at your hips to pull you in even closer, creeping his hands up beneath your shirt to find the hook of your bra, unclasping it in one fluid motion.

“Your turn.” He broke the kiss, watching you raise your arms as he pulled both items off you, tossing them on the floor next to his shirt. He was kissing you again before you could even blink, backing your thighs up against your kitchen table as he lifted you onto it with a hurried fervor. His lips left a trail of fire down your neck and jawline as he cupped your breast, sucking little spots into your skin that you knew would bruise later, but didn’t really seem to care.

You pressed your fingers up his scalp as he kissed down your chest, gooseflesh unevenly raising up your skin as he took your nipple between his lips. The tingling sensation of his tongue circling around it was quickly interrupted by the sharp pain of his teeth. The sudden bite drew out a mewling moan from your lips before you tugged on his curls in retaliation, leaning back to give him full access to your chest.

“You like that?” He kissed his question into your breastbone, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he bit into the other one.

“Uh huh,” you sucked in your breath, already missing the taste of his mouth.

“Good,” he muttered, biting down even harder before slowly licking his way down your abdomen. “You know how long I’ve wanted to taste you?” He looked up at you with those eyes, black and languid as a single curl fell down in front of them while he mouthed his way down your pelvis.

“How long?” You gently moved the curl to the side, running both hands through his hair as he slid his fingers beneath your pants and underwear.

“Ever since I met you.” He pulled your clothes off of your hips, the hot summer air barely a relief as he completely disrobed you.

“Oh yeah?” You remembered feeling some kind of way the very second you saw him on your first assignment. His face alone had made you blush, made you turn away in frustration as you tried to do your job in peace, but his voice, his smile, his hands and eyes? Well, those had sent your hand straight down your PT shorts as you tried to keep quiet in your bunk while everyone else tried to sleep overseas. You’d gotten along with everyone in your company just fine, but you always thought that Spector favored you above anyone else. He always laughed at your jokes, saved your favorite snacks for you and kept you company on fire guard, but he never made a move. Not until tonight.

“Yeah,” he confessed, getting onto his knees and pulling you close to the edge of the table. He winked at you and wrapped his hand around the outer part of your thigh before licking a stripe up your already soaking wet length.

Fuck, that felt good. You still couldn’t believe this was finally happening. Three hours ago you had almost forgotten who he was entirely, and now he was here eating dessert at your dining room table. His breath warmed the delicate skin between your thighs, patiently kissing you everywhere except for where it counted until you rolled your hips forward, brushing your clit against his nose. You felt him laugh, tracing his fingers up and down your lips to collect the juices at your entrance before spreading them apart to get a better look at you.

His tongue suddenly returned to your sex, keeping your folds spread wide open as he lapped up the natural heat from your swollen cunt. His fingers eventually eased their way inside of you, his saliva mixing with your arousal to lubricate them as he buried each knuckle even deeper. “Mmm, you taste so fucking good.” He brought his thumb up to your bud, pressing it up as another moan echoed from your lungs against the kitchen walls, drowning out the dull hum of the old air conditioning unit in the window.

“Yeah?” You pulled tighter on his hair, putting his mouth back onto you.

His response was muffled as he took the hint, looking up at you one last time before closing his eyes and getting to work. His mouth was insane, working in tandem with his fingers that pushed into you as he took your clit between his teeth, sucking on it the same way he had your tongue earlier. Oh God, he was too good at this; you could tell that he had done this dozens of times before just to become absolutely perfect at it in time to reunite with you.

You let your own eyes close, focusing on that blissful feeling that he sent to the center of your body with each flick of his tongue and thrust of his hand. You couldn’t help but gasp and hum as he pushed wave after wave of pleasure into your core. Each one was bigger than the last, building on top of each other as they swam up your spine one by one until they finally crashed into your brain, roaring loudly with insurmountable crests of delight. Your body shook as the peak shattered, arching your back toward the sky as he continued to consume you, relentlessly making your thighs twitch and your toes curl.

You nearly ripped the hair out of his head as you rode the aftershock, bright white stars appearing on the inside of your eyelids as your humming turned into even louder moans. You could feel his saliva dripping down your lips and ass, the sound of the droplets hitting the tile floor almost as loud as his fingers slicking in and out of you. He barely slowed down his penetrating rhythm as he suckled your bud into his mouth one last time, pulling it out before letting it spring back into place. He opened his eyes and ran his fingers through the layers of your sensitive skin, making you quiver with overstimulation as he grinned like the cat who ate the canary.

He got up off his knees as you propped yourself onto your elbows, gazing down at him in the haziness of your afterglow. He’d never looked as good as he did right now, your scent and flavor smeared all over his face.

“Open your mouth,” he demanded, standing up between your thighs.

“Okay,” you whispered with a nod, letting him grab your chin with his sopping wet fingers.

“Stick out your tongue.” He hovered over you, pressing your cheeks together until you did as you were told. He looked down on you with a lustful gaze, studying your face before spitting directly into your mouth, watching the white string of saliva fall down the back of your throat.

You felt your heart beating in overtime as you kept your tongue out for as long as you could, savoring the taste of your sexual concoction before gratefully swallowing his secretions. You licked his lips before he kissed you, a salty tartness taking over as he made a mess of both your faces.

“Tell me how you want to be fucked.” He rutted his clothed cock between your legs, squeezing your ass with his opposite hand.

Jesus God, what have you done in your life to deserve something this good, this… undeniably delicious? In all of your fantasies about him, he was never this aggressive, this fucking filthy.

“Let’s move to the couch.” You didn’t tell him that you were skeptical this table would support your own weight, let alone the weight of the two of you going at it.

He grinned and kissed you again before letting go of your face, grabbing both of your thighs and hoisting you onto his hips before carrying you down the hall into the living room. Tossing you onto the sofa, he unfastened his belt and jeans, pulling them down to his ankles to reveal just how ready he was before stepping out of his boots.

“Tell me how you want it,” he ordered again, licking his palm before slowly stroking himself with a needy stare.

“I want,” you paused as you watched him slick his fist over his girth, a motion you could watch him perform forever, if you were being honest with yourself. “I want you to fuck me from behind,” you confessed, unsure if you could handle any more stimulation from him, or from that.

“Turn around, baby.” His voice was like wet gravel on a back road, halfway between a whisper and a growl as he climbed onto the sofa, grabbing your legs and tilting them to the side. He slid himself inside you the second you got onto your knees, stretching out your smooth muscle with a pleasure so intense it made your head start to spin. Those stars returned to your eyes as he bottomed out with a stuttering grunt, wrapping an arm around your waist to draw you in even closer with each thrust.

“Oh my God, Marc,” you groaned. You slipped up and called him by his first name as those indulgent stars seemed to shoot up and down your body, barely escaping through pathways of clenched fingers and toes.

He followed suit and muttered yours against your shoulder, biting into it as he wrapped his other hand around your jawline. His pace quickened as he turned your chin to face him, planting breathy little kisses onto your lips and face as he relentlessly snapped his hips into your cheeks.

“Marc, please!” You begged, unable to handle any more stimulation as his balls continually collided with your sweet spot.

“You want me to come inside you?” He slid his hand around your throat, pulling you down onto him with a tightened grip as you barely whispered the word ‘yes’ into his mouth. “What was that?”

“Yes!” You shouted, tears welling up in your eyes as your ecstasy all but consumed you, forcing your teeth to chatter and your arms to give out as streams of saline ran down your face.

He cradled your body, the sweat from his stomach saturating your lower back as he held you against him, spilling his orgasm inside your well spent heat. His fingers clutched at your throat, nearly halting your already stifled breath as he rattled and hummed, almost breaking the skin at the nape of your neck. He sucked your flesh into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue as he howled deep vibrations into your very bones with his wild and untamed groans. His cock twitched against your walls, leaking down your inner thighs as he pulled out and pushed back in, slower each time until both of your moaning had stopped.

“Wow, that was…” you whispered, finally collapsing onto the couch as he reluctantly let you go. “Amazing,” you finished, frowning as he pulled himself out of you, the brief loss of contact making you feel instantly alone before he laid down beside you.

“Yeah.” A genuine smile crossed his lips as he kissed you again, wiping the tears off your face with the back of his thumb. “We should have done that a long time ago.”

“Well, this way we don’t have an audience of the whole battalion.” You kissed his palm as he held your face, fingering the golden star pendant that dangled from his neck. You’d always imagined what his dog tags would say if you got close enough to look:

SPECTOR, MARC D. O NEGATIVE. JEWISH.

But this was better, more meaningful, him coming to you out of desire instead of leaning on you in a time of stress and confusion just because you were the closest one there. He’d remembered you after all these years and sought you out, looking you up to rekindle what you both had been holding a pretty strong flame to.

“Yeah, I guess not.” He looked up and over at the kitchen, playfully biting his lower lip. “You got any popcorn?”

#moon knight #marc spector #oscar isaac #marc spector x reader #moon knight fan fiction #moon knight fanfic #marc spector fanfic

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pinkishplush · 2 months

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REQUEST LIST

CHARACTERS

MARVEL

Female

Natasha Romanoff

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Wanda Maximoff

Hela Odinsdottir

Clea Strange

Agatha Harkness

Maria Hill

Male

Thor Odinson

Peter Parker

Tony Stark

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Avatar The Last Airbender

Female

Katara

Toph

Azula

June

Suki

Kyoshi

Male

Sokka

Aang (Aged up or just pure fluff)

Zuko

The Legend of Korra

Female

Korra

Lin

Suyin

Asami

Eska

Opal

Kuvira

P'li

Ming Hua

Male (Fluff only)

Mako

Bolin

Wing

Wei

MEAN GIRLS (The Musical)

Karen Shetty

Regina George

Gretchen Weiners

Cady Heron

Janis Ian

Glee

Female

Quinn Fabray

Santana Lopez

Brittany S. Peirce

Resident Evil

Female

Lady Dimitrescu

Bela Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

Donna Dimitrescu

Mother Miranda

Mia Winters

Rosemary Winters

Ada Wong

Male

Leon Kennedy

Karl Heisenberg

Actors/Actresses

Female

Renee Rapp

Elizabeth Olsen

Scarlett Johansson

Sydney Sweeny

Milly Alcock

*More To be Added*

So basically the request rules are unlimited. If you request for a one shot to become a book or multiple parts it would be $1-$2 depending on how many chapters you're looking for and if you're looking for a detailed book with smut and all that.

I'm not charging much because it's just a simple request but it still takes time out of my day when I write one shots for fun.

I'll take requests in messages not the ask button on my page. If you send it through ask I will not respond.

#masterlist #resident evil #mean girls #marvel #legend of korra #avatar the last airbender

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gwephen · 2 years

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cr: pfp by columbo, header by artstation

disclaimer: if you want to scroll into my acc then pls make sure you’re over 18 or comfortable with the topic of smut & dark fic and i do not write/post any fanfic or other stuff in tumblr. i’m just here to reblog post that i like lol. mostly stephen strange’s fanfictions that i’ve read. you can follow me, i always follow back <3

another (kinda) important thing: confused with my name? yes i have two names. both gwen & queen are fine ;)

cr: eileenwdj

get to know me more <3

- she/her

- scorpio (i actually don’t believe in zodiac💀)

- istp

- i’m indonesian + yemeni! 🇮🇩🇾🇪

- happily married with bruce wayne,talia al-ghul,stephen strange,cedric diggory,sherlock holmes,layla el-faouly #REAL

- fave actor: robert pattinson, henry cavill, etc.

- fave actresses: may calamawy, rachel mcadams, kirsten dunst, cate blanchett, sofia vergara & many more.

- fave singers: abel tesfaye & lana del rey

(i know some of them may be problematic but pls note; i NEVER defend nor support their actions)

multi fandom!

- fave dc characters: talia al-ghul, bruce wayne, damian wayne al-ghul, diana prince, y’mera xebella challa, dick grayson, june moon, princess koriand'r, poison ivy, harley quinn, kara danvers, etc.

- fave marvel characters: stephen strange, layla el-faouly, mary jane, clea strange, jessica jones, jane foster, kamala khan, carol danvers, natasha romanoff, jean grey, felicia hardy, raven darkhölme, lorna dane, ororo munroe,agatha harkness, etc.

- fave non dc/marvel characters: (bbc) sherlock holmes, regina george, cedric diggory, remus lupin, modern family characters, aladdin, princess jasmine, etc.

(those aren’t based on orders)

DNI IF YOU’RE RACIST, ISLAMAPHOBIC & ZIONIST (or stan any zionist) and if you support j0hnny d3pp !!!!

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chaoticsoulsword · 3 years

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Rating: Explicit

Category: Multi/Poly relationship

Fandoms: Marvel 616; Marvel Comics

Relationships: Stephen Strange/Victor von Doom/Clea

This is a, uh... spin-off? DLC? Sequel? I don't know what to call it but it's the forbidden NSFW Doomcleaphen scene that never made it to the final cut of Oblivion. I didn't have the energy to write smut at that time, and I'm not sure if I still do haha. In any case, if you wish context, angst and confessions, I recommend to read Oblivion first. This scene only happens at the end anyways. But if you're looking for smut only, you're also valid. So here it is! Hope you all enjoy it! Thank you for everyone who supported me and my super hyper master blaster rare OT3. Also the same old excuse that I'm not a native speaker so I apologize in advance ~

READ THE TAGS, +18 ONLY

#doomcleaphen #doomstrange #cleaphen #doctor doom #victor von doom #stephen strange #doctor strange #clea #marvel comics #fanfic

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ironstrangeao3 · 4 years

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All the Good Boys Go To Hell

by Insert_witty_username

It all started with spin the bottle. And after all, of the people sitting around him, Stephen, his best friend of fifteen years, was by far one of the more bearable matches. But after their kiss, he can't help wanting more. It was an understatement to say that feelings and events escalated past the point of no return.

Words: 8017, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Doctor Strange (2016)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, Other Avengers, Howard Stark, (regrettably), Clea Strange, (but like minorly and she's only Stephen's friend), Christine Palmer, Karl Mordo

Relationships: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

Additional Tags: Smut, Porn With Plot, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Time, Alternate Universe - High School, High School, all characters are 18, Gentle Sex, Rough Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Public Sex, Jealousy, Bottom Stephen Strange, Gay Stephen Strange, Tony is kind of a dick, Mildly Dubious Consent, but only for the second chapter, Sex Toys, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Tony Stark, Slutty Stephen Strange, Stephen's a bit of a slut in this, Friends to Lovers, then kind of to something darker, voyeurism kink, Tony refuses to think he's anything but straight, Stephen's ass gets WRECKED, Anal Sex, Underage Drinking, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/23362441

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

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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could just request prompt 27 with clea strange please 🫶

Heyyyy anon, of course! Thanks for the request! Hope you enjoy 💕🏳️‍🌈

Wrong Strange ~Clea Strange xFem Sorceress!Reader

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#27. “If you hate me so much, why do moan my name in the shower?!”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, little angst, fingering, masturbation, implied fucking, implied spanking, implied edging, implied oral, implied fingering, etc.

Enjoy (;

You dropped your stuff on your bed with huff. You were dirty and grimy and you needed a shower. You then headed out into the hallway to grab your towels from the laundry room.

~~~

You had been practicing sorcery for a few years now, and everyone thought you were so lucky to have gotten Master Strange as your mentor.

You didn’t agree. You thought he was a prick.

But this was your job, so you did your best to stay professional. But, god, was it difficult as times… When he was always undermining you… Never listening to a word you said… And always lecturing you…

And then there was Strange’s wife, Clea Strange. You didn’t understand how she could be with him.

How could anyone be with a man like him??

You resented Clea for that decision. It was twisted you knew that. But you thought she could do better. And it didn’t help that you had developed an attraction for her since Strange had introduced her to the Sanctum…

Luckily, you barely saw her. Most of your time was you doing Master Strange’s tasks because he was off with her on some mission.

~~~

Today, Clea had decided to stay behind, so Master Strange had begrudgingly taken you along. They had been fighting over something (you had heard it through the walls), and Clea had refused to go on the mission that had presented itself today.

You were excited to finally go out and see action, but you weren’t exactly thrilled for it to be with Strange. As predicted, he undercut all the decisions you made and scolded you constantly. By the end of the day, you were ready for a hot shower and then collapse into your bed.

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As you left your room, you found Clea leaning against the wall opposite of your door. You rolled your eyes.

“Didn’t see you out there, today…” you bit.

Clea shrugged, “Stephen was being an asshole.”

“Isn’t he always?” You muttered before walking past the blonde and down to the laundry room to grab your towels.

On your way back up, Clea was gone. She must had gone back into your room, you thought. Absentmindedly, you only partially closed your door on your way back into your and into your bathroom.

You stripped and got in, turning on the hot water. Your entire body was tensed after todays exploits. You just needed a fucking break.

As the hot water hit your back, you snaked her hand down, in between your legs and into your folds. You shuddered as your slipped a finger inside your now apparent, aching cunt. Your other hand balanced you against the shower wall, as your skillfully fucked your needy cunt.

You could already fell yourself relaxing, as you slipped another finger inside yourself. But the more and more you thrusted into your throbbing core, the more a singular person took over your mind.

How would she sound with your tongue in her cunt…?

You whimpered as you added a third finger into the mix.

What dirty things would she utter into your ear as she rutted her dick into you…?

You breathily moaned out as you started circling your clit with the palm of your hand.

Would she prefer to punish you by having you splayed out on her lap while she spanked you or have you tied up to her bed and edged by a magical vibrator…?

“OHhhhHh Fuck, Clea…!!” You cried out, as you came all over your fingers.

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The next morning, you walked into the kitchen, thinking that today wouldn’t be so bad. You had decided that you weren’t doing to let Master Strange get to you today. You deserved at least one day without stress.

As you we’re making yourself breakfast, Clea walked into the kitchen. Last nights events flashed back into your mind. And you suddenly felt guilty and kinda shitty. Blush had crept up your cheeks, so you had turned around occupied yourself in the fridge.

“Morning.” Clea noted.

“Good Morning…” you mused back.

You didn’t make eye contact with Clea while you prepared your breakfast. It was just silence. Until finally, Clea broke it.

“So… I learned something interesting yesterday…”

“Oh?” you asked, not really interested, but feeling obligated to ask.

“Yes… Before yesterday, I thought you had feelings for Stephen and hated me… But it’s the opposite.” She said with a Cheshire grin on her face.

At This, you looked up at the blonde, only to be met by that grin…

“I’m sorry, what…?” You chocked out.

“When I saw you in the hallway, you said that you thought Stephen was always asshole, which struck me as odd, because Stephen always talked about how much you were crushing on him…”

Red rose in your cheeks, but not from blush, rather from anger…

“He said what??” You seethed, “That fucker!!”

“Well, I thought that was why you hated me. Until I heard something quite interesting later on…” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at this.

You weren’t following.

“What do you mean?”

Clea chuckled at your ignorance to her implications, “Well I thought to myself, If you hate me so much, why do moan my name in the shower?!, and the answer is obvious isn’t it…” she teasingly purred.

Your stomache dropped at her words.

She…What…?

“Awww, cat got your tongue…?” Clea not so very innocently taunted, “Tell me… what we’re you thinking about as you fingered that pretty little pussy of yours and were screaming my name…?”

“I…you…” you stuttered, you having stoped all cooking and your face having gone beet red.

“Use your words…” Clea teased.

You gulped.

“My face knee deep in your cunt…” you whimpered.

Clea’s eyes twinkled a dark, lustful color at your words.

She licked her lips, “what else…?” She purred.

“I… You pounding into me while calling me filthy things…” you whimpered, your knickers getting wetter by the second, “You spanking me… You tying me up to the bedposts and edging me for hours…”

Clea hummed in satisfaction at your words. She then got up from her seat at the counter and made her around it to you, trapping you in between her body and the counter.

“While I’d love to do those naughty things to you right this very second, Stephen is expecting me in the sparring ring in 10 minutes…” she husked into your ear, causing your breath to hitch, “But I can offer you my fingers to tide you over…” she purred with a smirk.

Her fingers snaked their ways into your garment and they were now toying with your knickers.

“Oh my, your dripping, slut…” Clea groaned, as she ran a finger through your folds. You bucked your hips in desperate need for some friction.

“Please Clea… please…” you whispered.

And Clea fucked you right then and there, before going off to spar with her husband…

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ao3feedstuckony · 5 years

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We'll Meet Again (Don't Know When)

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2WuvMaD

by BringBackSomePie

It's just a normal day for billionaire, genius, superhero Tony Stark. A morning of coffee, distracting Super-Soldiers and an argument over novelty mugs before he heads to Greenwich Village to chat with a certain sorcerer. Of course, it all goes to shit when stumbles across the wrong higher dimensional being, and he somehow finds himself seventy-five years in the past. With no armored suit, money or place to go, Tony isn't sure what to do. Until he stumbles across a group of men in an alley who are standing around a small figure with blonde hair and familiar blue eyes.

Seriously, what had been in that coffee?

A chance for different first impressions allows him a new look at his future teammates and gives Tony the chance to realize some things about himself along the way.

Still, screw magic.

Words: 5084, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Love in A Hopeless Place

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies), Doctor Strange (Comics)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Pepper Potts, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Peggy Carter, Abraham Erskine, Howling Commandos, Howard Stark, Umar (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Chester Phillips, Clea Strange

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Time Travel, Canon Divergence - Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Tony Stark Hates Magic, Tony Stark Has Daddy Issues, Protective Tony Stark, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers Friendship, Pre-Captain America: The First Avenger, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Tony Angst, did I mention smut?, It's coming promise, Bucky Barnes has a filthy mouth, Tony and Steve like It, Dom/sub Undertones, Switching, Idiots in Love, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, What Was I Thinking?, This Took on a Life of its Own, OMG Look at that Plot, Attempt at Humor, Minor Original Character(s), Canon-Typical Violence, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Daddy Kink, Age Difference, There is No Order to These Tags, My First Fanfic, be nice, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Attitudes, Homophobic Language, Everyone Hates a Bully, Genius Tony Stark, This is My Laws of Magical Time Travel, What I Say Goes, Domestic Fluff, Christmas Fluff, Artist Steve Rogers, Work In Progress, The F/M is Minor to the Plot, Bucky and Steve Have to Act Straight-It's the 1940s, Bisexual Bucky Barnes, Pansexual Tony Stark, Bisexual Steve Rogers, no grammar Nazis

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2WuvMaD

#ao3feed #Steve/Tony/Bucky #Stuckony

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ao3feed-buckyxtony · 5 years

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We'll Meet Again (Don't Know When)

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2WuvMaD

by BringBackSomePie

Seriously, what had been in that coffee?

A chance for different first impressions allows him a new look at his future teammates and gives Tony the chance to realize some things about himself along the way.

Still, screw magic.

Words: 5084, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Love in A Hopeless Place

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies), Doctor Strange (Comics)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2WuvMaD

#tony x bucky #bucky x tony #tony stark x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x tony stark #winteriron #marvel

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mrswxyne · 7 months

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Meet my Cleasona

She's the queen of the Dark Dimension, has pointy ears and likes to pretend she's not a soft pumpkin. She and Stephen met when the Vishanti asked him to unalive the lady (long story), she used to be Vishanti's favourite before Strange but now Vishanti hates both :)

Strange and Clea didn't get along well at first, obviously. Their nick names for each other are "pointy" and "one-eyed" (Stephen lost his eye fighting a dragon) //🇧🇷 "orelhuda" e "caolho".

Clea can't eat too much sugar because of her alien body, it feels like a drug for her. Stephen changed his bad habits after finding out, stocking in his pantry something other than cup noodles and soda.

Clea enjoys mothering Illyana Rasputin, Strange's disciple. Actually, she enjoys mothering everyone who looks younger.

Dormammu is gone, Clea's job is mostly healing nature and expanding the territory of her realm, making it habitable for what's left of the rebels (rebels: fought against Dormammu)

Clea is kinda of a Primadonna, which is easily explained by her royal status since birth. But... a deadly one.

She's moody and angry most of the time (like uncle, like niece), which conflicts with Strange's tired and irritable temperament.

At some point both realise they're just tired souls who received too much pressure and too little help.

They get scared when they find out they are in love, but, in the end, Stephen Strange accepts her proposal (yes, HER) to become the consort king of the Dark Dimension and he now has time to practice healing, mixing his medical knowledge and magic.

They had kids, Illyana Rasputin (the new Sorceress Supreme) and Bats are considered older siblings.

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arfrona-and-marvel · 7 years

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Birthday Girl (NSFW/Smut)

Author: Arfrona-and-Marvel

Word Count: 2965

Warnings: Cursing/Sex

Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader

Type: Fluff, Smut

Note: Virgin reader and Peter :)

Requested: nope

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Y/N’s POV

Peter covers my eyes with a blindfold and helps me stand up.

“This is kinky, Parker, what are you planning?”

Peter laughs nervously and I feel him getting more timid with his actions.

“Will you stop, Y/N? It’s just to keep the surprise a surprise.”

I giggle at his obviously flustered state from my sex joke.

I let him lead me out of the room to the unknown destination, one hand holding mine and the other on my waist as he gently pushes me along.

“Peterrrrrrr it’s taking so loooooong,” I whine, just to annoy him.

“Just a little farther, Y/N, bear with me here.”

My foot brushes against something soft.

“Is that another gym sock?”

“Uhhhhh… No it isn’t...” There’s a loud shuffle as he tries to kick the offending article away discreetly.

Oh, he’s so adorable when he’s lying.

He stops and lets go of my hand and waist. There’s a soft scrape to my left as he pulls out a chair.

Heh. Pulls out.

“Here ya go, love.” He takes my hand and gently guides me into the seat. He slips and I miss the seat, landing on the soft, carpeted floor instead. There’s a solid thunk as what sounds like Peter’s head collides with the wall.

“OH MY GOD PETER ARE YOU OKAY?” I tear off the blindfold and see the poor boy rubbing his head, where there’s bound to be a bump forming.

“I’ll live.”

“Oh you poor man-child, let me get you some ice.”

I rush towards the kitchen, noting the very nicely set-up dinner table for two.

He must be devastated that he couldn’t properly surprise me.

I stop as I enter the kitchen, trying to process the scene before me.

He hobbles up behind me, trying to stop me.

“Wait, Y/N, don’t go into the- ah shit you’ve seen it.”

I look around to see the room decorated with strings of lights and roses.

“Oh, Peter. You shouldn-” Peter kisses me before I could finish my sentence.

“You like it?” He asks as he pulls me closer for another kiss, deeper than the last.

I pull away before nodding, “Yes, Peter, I love it. Thank you.”

He beams at me before leading me to the table and pulling out a chair for me.

“My princess,” he jokes, gesturing for me to take a seat.

I sarcastically bow, “My knight.”

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After dinner, I stand up to help clean up the dishes.

Peter shoos me away and tells me to sit down while he takes care of it.

I don’t bother arguing with him, because I know fighting with him would be pointless with his stubbornness.

I stay seated while he collects the dishes and kisses my nose before leaving to wash them.

I watch him walk away and smile to myself as I take a rose from the vase on dining table and twirl it in my hands.

I giggle to myself as I think about our past two years together.

How sweet Peter was with his cute pickup lines and our weekly movie dates.

How shy he is when we kiss and how much of a gentleman he is.

I continue to reminisce until I see Peter standing in the doorway.

His cheeks are red and his hands are shaking a little.

He’s nervous.

“Peter, love, are you alright?” I ask.

He gives me a half smile and he walks over slowly, his body language screaming nervousness.

“Peter?”

“I, uh, I have one more gift for you,” he says.

“Peter! This is already so much, please that’s enough,” I laugh and I stand up to hug him.

He hesitates before hugging me back and now I see how nervous he really is.

“Peter? What’s wrong?” I ask, noticing that his legs are shaking.

He looks away from me as he reaches into his pocket and gives me a small index card with the letter V written on it.

Oh.

I look up at him questionably and he rubs the back of his neck, his face slowly acquiring the color of the roses on the table.

“It’s um. I-I, uh,” Peter stumbles.

“I get it Peter, V-Card,” I look up at him and smile before kissing his chin and then his nose.

“It’s a very unique present, Peter,” I say as I lean closer to Peter and kiss him again. He places his hands gently on my hips.

I lean back and smile, “So I can cash this in anytime I want?” I ask.

His face reddens a little before he nods.

“How about right now?” I ask slowly, hoping he would get a hint and suggest something.

He looks at me in the eye for a few moments before breaking contact and looks down at his feet.

“I’ve got another surprise for you, love,” Peter says, reaching over to the counter and giving me the blindfold again.

I look at him suspiciously before putting the blindfold on again.

“Just trust me, Y/N,” Peter says softly. I relax a little and reach out to hold his hand as he leads the way.

I am assaulted with a barrage of smells as we turn into a room, where everything sounds slightly muffled, as if it’s filled with soft furniture. My feet brush against… rose petals? I smell my favorite scented candles as well as… Febreze. Lots of Febreze.

Dammit Parker why don’t you clean this house more often?

His hands leave my shoulders for a few seconds and I hear some shuffling around me, no doubt he’s cleaning up whatever’s been left strewn around his ro-

The blindfold falls off suddenly and I’m left shocked at the scene in front of me.

Though I’ve been in his room a million times before, I’ve never seen it this clea-

Romantic. It’s never been this romantic.

Everything’s been swapped or covered with a red velvet and the lights are off, leaving only the candles to light the room. A gasp escapes my lips. Peter, who is in the process of furiously trying to shove what looks to be a red and blue suit into the closet, whips his head around, eyes wide open.

“It fell off? Shit, now I can’t badmouth the baddies anymore about their lousy knots… Anyways, surprise?” he tries with a tight smile.

God, he’s so adorable when stuff goes wrong.

“Peter… just ask me…”

“Well, I mean you don’t have to, but… I…” Peter tries to start but fails to finish his sentence as I

lean closer, until our noses are almost touching. We stay that way, looking into each other's’ eyes for a while.

“Hi,” Peter greets me.

“Are you going to kiss me yet?” I ask, slightly impatiently. Face redder, than the cushions, he does just that.

He makes the first move, turning his head and closing the space between us. My lips meet his, agonizingly slowly. His hands cup my face and pull me closer, and I return the kiss with a passion I didn’t know I had. Our lips locked, he pulls us down onto the bed. One of his hands finds its way into my hair while the other one grasps my neck. My own hands find their way under his shirt and around the back of his head. He bites my lip, accidentally, and I jerk back, not expecting the bite.

“Oh my god Y/N I’m so sorry oh my god are you okay oh my god are you bleeding?” he babbles, moving his head around to check my lips.

I quickly run my tongue over my lips to check for blood

“I’m okay, Peter.””

“Hi, okay, Peter, I’m Peter,” he quips back,not missing a beat.

I laugh at Peter lightly before pulling down his pants.

“W-Wait, Y/N, are- are- are you sure ab-”

I cut him off with a finger pressed to his lips.

“Shhhhhh. Yes, Peter. I am sure. Now shut up and let me make you happy,” I say, kissing his nose to reassure him.

“But, I want to make you feel good fir-” Peter tries to object but lets out a moan instead as I palm his member through his boxers.

I smile as I gently squeeze tighter and watch him throw his head back and moan a little louder. I then pull down his boxers as I eagerly snake down his body and watch as his member is freed from its restraints. I wrap my hand around it and give it a small pump, a little intimidated by his size, even though it’s not fully hard yet. I watch as small beads of precum leak from his head and roll down his shaft. Without a second thought, I lick along the underside of his cock, starting from the base all the way to the tip. I swirl my tongue around the head, lapping up the droplets of precum.

I hear Peter groan as I pull him into my mouth, inch by inch, using my tongue to lick him slowly and hollowing my cheeks to suck him deeper.

I smile to myself as I hear Peter curse and moan above me, I feel his hands in my hair as he caresses my face, urging me to continue.

I lean back and pump him a little more before sucking the head of his cock again.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Peter moans as I start to slowly take in as much of him as possible and pull back. The tip of his cock hits the back of my throat as I take him deeper and deeper. I pump his shaft at the base with my free hand as I begin to feel my panties dampening.

“Y/N, please slow down, I don’t want to cum yet,” Peter practically begs.

I look up at him and smile to myself as I let him go with a pop.

He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to calm himself down.

I take this opportunity to turn my back to him and take off my pants slowly. I bend over more than I have to so that I give him a good view of my ass. I can see his jaw drop in the mirror.

Pffft. He ain’t seen nothing yet.

My jeans join the not-so-well-hidden pile of dirty laundry in the corner. I lift my shirt slowly, especially around my chest, since I want him to see that I’ve “forgotten” my bra at home. I hear a sharp intake of breath as he realizes this. The shirt joins my pants and I’m left Stark™-naked except for my panties. I turn around to face him.

Are human even supposed to be that red?

He has a dumbfounded expression on his face that I’ve never seen before.

I laugh a little as I climb back onto the bed and kiss him.

He kisses me back after recovering from his shock. He flips me over so that I’m on my back.

He attacks my neck before traveling downward, past my exposed breasts leaving a trail of kisses past my stomach.

I moan loudly as he reaches my hips. He kisses all along the band of my panties and kisses my nether lips through the thin fabric.

I whimper as he hooks a finger into the elastic of my panties and pulls them down slowly. He leaves small bites on the inside of my thighs as he passes them. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the sodden article of clothing sail across the room in the general direction of the rest of my clothes. He works his way back up my legs, fingers ghosting the insides of my legs before parting them gently. His left hand grip the top of my right thigh as he uses his hand to spread my lips. I clutch the sheets as he dips a finger into my wet and aroused center. He smiles to me before scooting closer to my crotch, all the while making a “come hither” motion with his finger. His lips meet my other lips as his head comes down.

Within moments, his tongue finds my clit.

Has he done this before?

“I pay attention in sex ed, Y/N,” Peter jokes as my cheeks redden in the realization that I had said it out loud.

He chuckles a little bit before leaning in and kissing my thighs before sucking my clit again.

I moan loudly and clutch the sheets harder. I feel another finger join the first and his other hand moves up to hold my hips in place. I squirm and whimper as his tongue runs over my clit, lapping at the sensitive bundle of nerves. His fingers spread my opening to give his tongue to my core. I shiver as his tongue moves in and out of my entrance.

“Ohh, fuck Peter…” I moan, willing him to go faster. He pulls his tongue out of me and he moves his two fingers again, thrusting faster than before.

His tongue moves back up to my clit and begins attacking the small nub at the top of my folds.

My moans become more incoherent as he continues to lick, suck, and lap at every single part of my most private area, leaving me a babbling mess.

As my walls begin to clench around his fingers, Peter speeds up his thrusting and ravages my clit harder as he feels me gets closer to the edge until he brings me over the edge. My back arches and my toes curl almost painfully as the immense pleasure of the orgasm wracks my body completely. I see stars as my eyes roll back into my head and a loud, breathy moan escapes my lips.

Peter sucks gently on my clit and slows his thrusting as the waves of euphoria roll over me, further intensifying the pleasure and prolonging my orgasm.

As the pleasure gently fades away, Peter kisses my clit, then kisses a trail up my stomach, stopping at my breasts. He licks each nipple, gently sucking on each one before moving on. He stops at my neck, planting a kiss there before moving his head up so that his eyes are level with mine.

“Do you want to go further?”

“No, Peter, I wanted to stop and talk about multi-variable calculus,” I deadpan, lacing as much sarcasm into my voice as possible.

He smiled devilishly and deadpanned right back, “It just so happened that I needed a little help with my calculus homework, can you help me integrate my natural log?”

I whack him softly with one of the red heart pillows on the bed. “I HATE YOU”

“No you don’t,”

He leans down to kiss me again before reaching over and grabbing a condom from the nightstand.

I laugh as he fails to open it before offering to help. He smiles at me gratefully as I put it on for him. I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him closer and kiss him.

I pull him down to the bed.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you too, Peter,” I say as I guide his cock to my entrance.

I always thought I would be really nervous during my first time. But Peter made it comfortable. Peter slowly moved his hips forward and I gasped, not used to his size.

He’s bigger than I thought.

“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?” Peter asked nervously.

“No, it just feels kinda tight,” I say, trying to ease his nerves.

Peter continues to insert himself carefully. The pain fades away and it begins to feel pleasurable.

I moan a little and clutch Peter’s back as I quietly beg him to go faster.

Peter starts to thrust his hips at a moderately faster speed and I throw my head back and moan loudly, enjoying this new feeling beyond words.

Peter leans forward to kiss my neck making me mewl in pleasure as I move my arms around the back of his neck to pull his hair.

I kiss his neck and Peter groans loudly.

“Keep doing that and I am not going to last much longer,” Peter says as he leaves another hickey on my collar bone. He hastens his movements and starts thrusting harder.

“Maybe I don’t want you to,” I whisper breathily.

Peter straightens up and moves a hand down to my clit and rubs his thumb over it in quick, small circles, pushing me over the edge.

“Peter,” I moan before I see stars for the second time that night. As my walls clenched around his member, I felt Peter also reach his release, groaning loudly and burying his cock deep in my tunnel. His cock twitches and I feel the condom fill up as he releases his seed into me. He lies down, burying his face into the crook of my neck as he tries to slow his breathing. We lay like that for a while, both panting hard and coming down from our orgasms. After a few minutes, he pulls out slowly and kisses my face. I moan as he slides out, and I feel empty when he pulls out completely.

“You okay?” Peter asks.

“Mmm,” I respond, exhausted.

Peter laughs and goes to the bathroom to get rid of his condom. I whine, not wanting him to leave, but am too tired to go after him.

Peter comes back a few minutes later with a warm washcloth. He gently moves my legs to clean then before handing me one of his shirts and to wear.

I smile and put it on before lying back down on the bed and drifting off, murmuring, “I love you,” to Peter.

“Happy birthday, Y/N” is the last thing I hear before my reality fades into pleasant nothingness.

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