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ironstrange1991 · 6 months

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Pairing: Defender!Strange x PregnantWife!Reader

Synopsis: Stephen is not acting like himself when he returns from a very hard mission.

Word Count: 1,6k

Warnings: None. Basically the hurt/comfort trope.

A/N: I needed a fic with Stephen being vulnerable and soft and ended up with this. Hope you guys like it.

You liked to think you knew Stephen as well as you knew yourself. You knew when he was happy or sad, when he was tired or excited without him having to say a word to you. And it was exactly Stephen's inability to talk about his feelings that made you get into the habit of reading him so well.

You had been together for a few years, married and expecting your first child and as the weeks progressed and you approached the end of the pregnancy you noticed that Stephen began to become more restless, worried. Work didn't help. In fact, for the past three months work had taken up most of Stephen's time and you believed that was one of the reasons he was so restless. He blamed himself for not spending as much time as he wanted with you.

It was Friday night and you were finishing dinner when Stephen and his Defender friends left the meeting room after being there for hours. They had arrived from a mission that afternoon and locked themselves in that room without you even having time to say hi to your husband.

Hearing the familiar chattering in the entrance hall you went to them in time to say goodbye to Jessica Jones and Clint Barton.

"My god, Y/n you look gorgeous. When will the baby arrive?" Jones asked smiling and trying to look like everything was fine, but you could see from the expressions on Barton and Stephen's faces that something was wrong. Sometimes it happened. Something would go wrong with their missions, and they would return home with those tired and sad faces.

You smiled wrapping your arms around Stephen’s waist. "Later this month. We can't wait." You said glancing at Stephen, but he was serious and just nodded without adding any comment.

When Jones and Barton said goodbye and you were finally alone with your husband you took the time to actually look at him. He was well enough. Some cuts on his face as usual, but what was worrying you was not his physical condition. He seemed tired, yes, but something was off, he was different.

"Are you okay?" You asked a little unsure.

He cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead avoiding your question. "I am going to take a shower." He said pulling away.

"Dinner is ready. I can help you shower..."

"That won't be necessary, baby. I'm sorry, I should have warned you. I'm not hungry. I'm going straight to bed."

You stood there watching him walk away and go up the stairs. You weren't upset because he wouldn't eat, but rather worried about his behavior. Stephen never refused your help when he arrived on a mission. Most of the time he asked you to help him, always eager to have his wife's hands on him.

It was safe to say that by now you had also lost your hunger, so you put all the food in the fridge and went upstairs to find Stephen already in bed, his back resting in a pile of pillows, wearing his reading glasses - which he almost never did in your presence - reading a huge book of spells that he had probably brought with him from Kamar Taj. You sighed, still standing in the doorway and then decided to enter and closed the door behind you.

You went to the bathroom and brushed your teeth and changed out of your clothes into some comfortable pajamas and then went back to the bedroom, but instead of lying down on your side of the bed you stood next to Stephen and held out your hand. "Give me the book. Now is not the time to work. You just arrived and I need to talk to my husband."

He stared at you over his reading glasses and you had to hold yourself back to keep a straight face. He looked so cute when he wore glasses. "I need to find a specific spell..."

"I didn't ask what you needed to do, Stephen. Give me the book."

He sighed, closing the book and handing it into your hands. It was a heavy leather-bound book with symbols that you had no idea what they meant. You placed it on the bedside table and took his reading glasses off, placing them carefully on top of the book.

"I'm fine by the way. I had a great week at work. The baby is fine too. Thank you so much for asking." You said, sitting next to him on the side of the bed.

He ran his hand over his face, sighing heavily. "I'm sorry."

He cupped your face and pulled you to his lips kissing you softly. "Baby, I'm so sorry."

You held his hand on your face.

"Tell me what's going on. I've noticed you've been more taciturn the last few weeks. But I've never seen you like this, Stephen."

He nodded. "I just... I've had a lot of work the last few weeks. I'm tired, that's all."

You didn't believe that. Surely there was something more he didn't want to say.

"I've seen you tired. Hurt, drained of magic, but I've never seen you like this and I need you to tell me what's going on so I can help you."

He took your hands and held them tight in his and then to your astonishment he gave in to a silent cry. You had never seen Stephen cry in all the years you were together. You cupped his face, wiping the tears from his cheek with your thumb.

"Hey! What's wrong? Tell me what's going on."

He sniffed trying to compose himself and then began to speak with a choked voice.

"I'm tired of losing people. Tired of fighting battles that seem to have no end. Tired of seeing innocent people die. This burden is very heavy sometimes and I don't feel like I can carry it at the moment."

You swallowed thickly, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. "You're human, baby. It's normal to feel this way sometimes, there's nothing wrong with that."

He shook his head. "No, I can't. I'm the Sorcerer Supreme, I'm the leader of the Defenders. I don't have the right to succumb because if I do, more people will die and it will be my fault. It's always my fault..."

You shushed him. "Baby that's not true. You always do your best, but it's not possible to save everyone and I'm sorry you feel this way."

You got up and walked around the bed and got comfortable resting your back on a pile of pillows. "Come here. Lay your head in my lap."

He wiped the tears from his face with the back of his hands and surrendered, doing as you asked. You took off the hair tie and started combing the strands gently with your fingers and he let out a heavy sigh.

"Want to tell me what happened on that last mission?"

He shook his head.

"You know you can tell me anything, Stephen."

"I know, but right now I just want to forget everything. I'm so tired. My body is sore from the fight and my head feels like it's going to explode."

You hummed listening and continued stroking his hair. "When was the last time you ate something?"

He did not answer.

"Breakfast? Dinner?" You insisted.

"I don't remember, to be honest."

"Stephen! Let me get you something to eat."

But he held you in place before you could even think about getting up.

"Tomorrow. I don't think I'll be able to hold anything on my stomach tonight, baby. I just want to stay here with you. Please. Want to feel your hands in me."

You sighed, knowing there was no point in insisting.

"You're not going to work tomorrow. I'll talk to Wong in the morning."

He didn't say anything, which made you even more worried. Normally he would have been reluctant to accept your suggestion.

It broke your heart to see Stephen like that. You knew he gave his all to his work, he always put everyone first, in fact that was one of the reasons for your arguments, but it still seemed like it wasn't enough. He overcharged himself, blamed himself for things that weren't his fault. You just wanted him to see himself through your eyes, for him to see himself the way you saw him: a true selfless hero.

"I love you, Stephen. I know you're mad at yourself right now, but I want you to know that I'm proud of you and everything you do to keep me and everyone in this world safe. It's a very heavy burden, baby, but you know I'll always be here to help you carry it."

He turned to look at you. "I love you. So much. More than anything."

You smiled tracing his beard with the tip of your finger. "I know that out there you have to be the Sorcerer Supreme and the Leader of the Defenders, but here, you are allowed to be human, to be Stephen, my sweet husband."

He sighed reaching to touch your cheek.

"There is nothing in the world I want to be more than your husband."

You smiled, holding his hand and lowering it to your belly. "You’re sure?"

And like magic you saw the corner of his lips curl up in a discreet smile that widened and transformed into a wide and beautiful smile when he felt the baby kicking against his hand.

He pressed his lips against your belly and whispered. "I love you so much little one. Can't wait to finally meet you."

You smiled, stroking his hair. "And she loves you. She always starts kicking when she hears your voice. I know she is proud of you just as I am."

Stephen sat up and held your face in his hands. "Thank you, baby, for taking such a good care of me. Everything I do is for my girls."

You leaned in one of his hands. "And I’m so grateful for that. We'll always be here for you in good or bad times. Your two girls will always be here for you.”

Stephen kissed you softly.

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classickook · 2 years

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in the afterglow | defender strange

pairing: defender strange x fem!reader

summary: when the sanctum’s seals malfunction, coating your home in a blanket of white, stephen offers an unexpected remedy to heat you back up.

warnings: smut (18+), kissing, cockwarming, p in v sex, creampie, swearing, stephen is a bit of a soft!dom here

word count: 2.9k

a/n: there's basically no plot to this so enjoy the smut, besties! i’ll probably go back and edit later lol

your morning did not start off well.

apparently one of the seals to the rotunda of gateways had malfunctioned—how? you had no idea—and of course it had to be the very door that lead to siberia where a blistering storm of sharp ice crystals and blizzarding flakes charged their way into the sanctum and swept across every surface.

stephen had checked the series of doors as soon as he (literally) caught wind of the slip-up and recast the seals, ensuring they were done correctly, but it was too late. the sanctum was a winter wonderland in the middle of summer and there was no way to speed along the melting process as there was far too much snow and ice that coated the furniture, walls, and floorboards.

stephen requested wong’s assistance to cast every spell known to the mystic arts in an attempt to return the sanctum back to normal, but it appeared there was only so much magic could do.

you would have to wait, the normal way, for the ice to melt.

what was the point of magic if it couldn’t solve all of your problems?

after hours upon hours of useless attempts, stephen had finally relieved wong of his duties and encouraged him to return to kamar-taj until the sanctum’s seals were firmly restored and the ice had melted. as sorcerer supreme, stephen shouldered the responsibility of monitoring the sanctum in the meantime. he had offered the same option to you, suggesting that the warmth and comfort of kamar-taj would be far more pleasant than the frosty tundra of the sanctum, but you insisted on staying with him.

stephen allowed you to stay, though he worried about you being too cold or possibly developing hypothermia the longer you were exposed to such icy temperatures. you had teased that you were lucky to be dating a doctor, but he didn’t seem to find the joke very amusing when it was at the expense of your health and safety.

he chose for the two of you to spend the remainder of the day in your shared bedroom, the sorcerer anxiously flitting about and making adjustments to ensure it would be as comfortable as possible, given the circumstances.

a scarred hand waved over the fireplace until the wooden logs sparked to life, igniting a warm glow throughout the room that fought its way past the arctic environment. he also conjured up a bowl of steaming soup and mug of hot liquid that smelled faintly of hot chocolate for you in an effort to at least warm up your belly. you smiled at the gesture and at the way he fretted over your well-being.

doctor stephen strange, master of the mystic arts, sorcerer supreme, and member of the defenders was a total sweetheart.

even after downing both the soup and hot chocolate, it still wasn’t enough to heat you up completely, the after effects only lasting so long.

“still cold?” stephen asked from his armchair. he had positioned it in front of the fireplace along with the sofa you were currently lying on, but it wasn’t quite enough.

you nodded in answer to his question, noticeably shivering despite the oversized blanket draped over your shoulders.

he pouted in thought before an idea popped into his head. “let me warm you up then,” he said with a conspiratorial grin as he stretched out his arms and beckoned you toward him. “come here, sweet girl.”

you tightened the blanket around your figure as you stood from the sofa and crept your way across the cold floorboards until you reached stephen’s chair. you shivered again as you waited for him to instruct you on what to do next. “well?” you asked, teeth chattering audibly.

“come here,” he repeated, spreading his legs to you and then patting his lap expectantly.

you arched a brow but did as he said, moving closer until you stood between his legs. you balanced your hands on his shoulders as you positioned your thighs on either side of him, easing down onto his lap while his scarred hands guided you with gentle touches against the backs of your thighs. his head tilted back to watch you, his cerulean eyes intense and unwavering. once you settled onto him, stephen then wrapped your blanket over the two of you, forming a sort of cocoon of warmth and safety around you as your body hunched into his.

he experimentally rocked his hips up into you and you released a shaky breath as you felt the hardening bulge between his thighs brush against your clothed slit.

“that’s my good girl,” he murmurmed. “do you trust me?”

you nodded, the top of your head just barely visible from where you were nestled beneath the blanket.

“good,” stephen said with an affectionate laugh as he began to untie the strings of your sweatpants, “i’ll warm you right up.”

“how are you going to do that?”

his lips twitched at the corners. “i might have an idea. lift your hips for me, baby.”

you did as he instructed, rising just enough for him to slide your sweatpants and panties down in one swift motion. your cunt clenched as the cold air nipped at your skin, feeling wholly exposed and even colder than before. “how is this going to warm me up?” you whined.

“patience,” he said before pushing down his own pants, his cock springing free from the confines of his underwear, until the two of you were bare at the waists. his hands spread your legs open as he pulled you onto him, a sharp hiss pushing past your clenched teeth at feeling his hardened cock nudging at your entrance. “trust me,” he coaxed gently. stephen then thumbed at your clit, his fingers surprisingly warm as he played with you, loosening your muscles against the frostiness of the air. “feel okay?”

you bit your lip and nodded silently, relaxing your abdominals as you felt him slide past your walls and stretch you open. the ministrations of his fingers against your clit must have done the trick because he easily slid inside you without any trouble or discomfort. he was always so fucking good with his fingers; he could turn you into a puddle of goo within seconds, it seemed.

“mmm,” you hummed as your eyes fluttered closed, basking in the warmth that started to unfurl in your lower belly. “feels really good, stephen.”

“good,” he said, obviously pleased from the way the skin beneath his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled at you. he gently grasped your chin between his thumb and index finger, beckoning you down to meet his awaiting lips. he pressed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling back with a frown. “your lips are freezing, baby.”

“warm them up then, doctor,” you said teasingly, referring back to his earlier statement.

he playfully nipped at your chin before slotting his mouth against yours, his lips surprisingly soft and warm despite the sanctum’s frigid temperatures. his tongue slipped past the seam of your lips and delved inside, licking into your mouth and eliciting a delicious heat to spread throughout your body.

“how are you so warm?” you murmured against his mouth, tightening your grip on him and bringing your body as close to him as humanly possible.

“i might have used a few spells to help,” he said with a mischievous grin. “anything i can do to warm you up.” he adjusted his hold on you, coaxing your limbs to wrap around him. “just think of me as your personal heater.”

you hummed as you tucked your hands beneath his shirt to soak up his body heat.

in turn, stephen’s hands crept beneath your sweater to make contact with the soft skin of your back, the rough calluses and scars scratching lightly, though not painfully, as he rubbed circles along your back in an effort to spread more warmth into your frigid form. you felt a twinge of heat radiating off of his palms, far warmer than what would be considered normal, especially given the circumstances, so you assumed he was using some sort of heating spell. maybe magic was good for something, after all.

your cunt stretched around him and you basked in the feeling of his cock filling you up, stuffing you completely until your walls quivered and squeezed him further inside, locking him into place. you had never been this intimate with him before. sure, the two of you have had sex numerous times, but this was something entirely different; instead of fucking each other to completion, you moved soft and slow, barely doing anything, actually.

stephen groaned as you subconsciously clenched around him. “you feel so fucking good, baby.”

“so do you.”

he breathed out a laugh, rubbing your hips and then pinching you there lightly.

you peered up at him from where you were tucked into his side, admiring the mole on the column of his throat and the sharp angle of his jaw on display thanks to his ponytail. you certainly liked the style, especially tugging on it playfully (or not so playfully), but you would always prefer his hair loose. decidedly, you reached up to release his ponytail, the salt and pepper hair you loved so much falling to his shoulders like glistening silk, and then secured the hair tie around your wrist.

he chuckled at your antics, the sound of it shooting down your spine. “better?”

you nodded into the crook of his neck, smiling to yourself as his hair brushed against your cheek.

you basked in the comfort that he offered you, feeling warm with him buried inside you and wrapped around you—up until he shifted his hips without warning, that is. you rolled your hips in retaliation, but moaned at the sensation, wanting to rock against him even further until all you could feel was him.

he tsked softly. “hold still, baby.”

“stephen, i can’t—”

“yes, you can,” he cooed in your ear. “my baby can do anything, can’t she?” his teeth left blossoms of purple and pink along the underside of your jaw as he nipped and sucked at your skin. “my sweet girl,” he rasped.

“please, stephen.”

“please what, baby? not warm enough yet?”

you shook your head against his shoulder.

“use your words,” he chided you. “what do you want, sweet girl?”

“want you to warm me up,” you mumbled.

“and how would you like me to do that?”

you chewed at your bottom lip. “i want you to make me cum.” your cheeks flamed at being so openly vocal about what you wanted him to do to you. you weren’t used to it, but stephen would always want to hear you say it, nonetheless.

“what was that?” he asked cheekily. you knew he heard you the first time, smug bastard.

“make me cum, stephen.”

“good girl,” he said proudly, then lifted your hips off of him until he was almost completely out of you before guiding you back down, rolling his cock into your wet heat in lazy strokes. you moaned as he moved you to rock against his lap, doing all the work while repetitively pulling you up and down, his hips lifting to meet you, sinking further into your cunt each time.

this wasn’t fucking, you realized in your blissed-out state; stephen was making love to you, taking time to worship your body, achingly slow and sweet. you couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your face.

“what is it?” stephen asked, speaking past the deep groan rising in his throat at feeling you so tight and warm around him.

“nothing,” you breathed.

“tell me, baby.”

you bit your lip. “you’re making love to me,” you admitted sheepishly.

stephen’s hips paused, his cock twitching inside of you. “i always make love to you.”

you shook your head. “this is different. i can’t explain it, but it feels different.”

“good different?” he asked with an almost nervous edge to his voice.

you hummed in agreement. “a very good different,” you confirmed, leaning forward to press your lips against his. “i love you, stephen.”

you felt him smile into the kiss. “i love you, too, sweet girl,” he replied, and it tasted like honey on your tongue.

your hips stuttered as if paying no mind to the heart-to-heart you were having with stephen. his grip on you tightened in response. “please make me cum, stephen,” you repeated against his lips.

the corner of his mouth pulled up into a smirk. “gladly.” he continued his ministrations, hands gripping your hipbones as he shifted his hips up into yours.

your mouth opened in silent pleasure, loving every second of what he was doing to you, feeling your orgasm quickly approaching as he gradually sped up the pace. “stephen—”

“that’s it,” he cooed. “that’s a good girl. cum on my cock, baby. show me just how good i’m making you feel.”

a low moan bubbled its way up your throat at his words and the way he was moving inside you, his cock kissing your cervix as he breached the spongy tissue that always made you see stars.

with one final stroke, a flash of white suddenly clouded your vision as heat rushed from the roots of your hair to the tips of your toes. “fuck, stephen,” you whined pathetically and tugged on his hair in an effort to ground yourself.

your orgasm didn’t rip through you like a vicious current as it usually did when the two of you had sex, this time, it felt like the steady climb up a hill, creeping its way up to the top until it surpassed the peak and glided back down in sweet relief.

stephen quickly followed right after, a deep groan pushing past his lips and the vibration of it rumbled against your chest as you felt your combined arousal leak out of your cunt from where he was stuffing you full, cum dripping from between your legs onto the chair beneath you.

the sound of stuttered panting and the squelching of your joined bodies filled the otherwise silent room. “god, y/n,” he choked out, “you’re so fucking perfect. look at that,” he said, tipping your chin down to glance at where the two of you were connected and how his cum pooled between the cradle of your thighs.

heat crept up your neck and into your cheeks at the obscenity of it, but your cunt clenched once your brain caught up and processed what you were looking at.

obviously, stephen felt that. “fuck,” he hissed as you clenched around him again. his cock had already started to soften inside of you as the two of you settled in the afterglow of your orgasms, but you still felt so full of him, like he was touching every inch of you, and your body ached for him to move again; your brain, however, wasn’t quite up to it.

your eyelashes fluttered against the tops of your cheeks as your vision grew foggy in your blissed-out state. “sorry,” you said sheepishly, ducking your head beneath his chin.

he chuckled into your hair. “don’t apologize, baby. just give me a few minutes.”

you quietly giggled into the crook of his neck as you relaxed into him, releasing a sigh of contented relief. “i don’t think i can go again. ‘m too sleepy.” your eyes fluttered closed as drowsiness settled over you.

“yeah? you tired?” the deep baritone of his voice brushed against the shell of your ear.

you silently nodded, lovingly rubbing your cheek against the scruff of his beard.

“ready to go to bed, then?”

your head shook back and forth this time. “don’t wanna leave you,” you mumbled as you lazily clung onto his neck with your remaining energy. you felt completely relaxed and drained, ready to be coaxed to sleep but not wanting to be separated from him.

stephen chuckled before standing from his chair, arms tucked under your bare ass as he coaxed your legs to wrap around him, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs, his cock still buried deep inside you, eliciting a sleepy whine to escape your lips.

“it’s okay, i’ve got you.” he somehow managed to walk the two of you over to the bed, flicking his fingers in a quick motion that pulled the sheets and blankets down, the soft material looking so inviting to your spent form.

he sat on the edge of the bed with you still attached to his lap. you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck and sighed sleepily. “i have to clean you up, baby,” he whispered in your ear.

you barely managed to hum in response, but he took it as a sign to continue. he gently pulled out of you, eliciting a hiss from you once the heat of him was gone, but he quickly replaced it with a warm cloth, wiping away the mess before tucking you beneath the covers. he snuggled up behind you and wrapped a strong arm around your waist, fingers lightly tracing along the sensitive skin of your belly and kissing your shoulder.

“warm enough now?” he asked softly.

you nodded, hair brushing across your pillow as sleep pulled you in, the snowy landscape of the sanctum long forgotten now that you were blissfully warmed by your coupling, the crackling fireplace, and the arms of your lover.

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geeky-politics-46 · 2 years

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Hello! :) Would you mind ever writing one shot with Doctor Strange or Defender Strange (you choose) taking his girlfriend virginity? She confess she had a boyfriend before but he never wanted to do it with her and in general was pretty cold and distant in relationship and often made her ashamed of her body. Strange is doing everything in his power to show how much he loves reader and how beautiful she is. Thank you! I'm sorry if this is too specific 😢.

Worth The Wait

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Defender Stephen Strange x Reader

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - vaginal sex, unprotected sex, pet names, language, creampie, fluffy sweet sex, talk of past toxic relationship & emotional/mental abuse.

It's been a long time since I lost my virginity so hopefully this is decent, but having been in an emotional abusive relationship it was nice to get some if that off my chest. If you are there, it gets better & you deserve better. Don't ever doubt that.

Stephen was different from any other man you had ever met. He was calm and reserved. Intelligent. As a Defender he was brave and commanding. As the Sorcerer Supreme he was wise and patient. Then there was the Stephen that only revealed itself when you were alone. Your Stephen.

Your Stephen was sweet, funny, a complete smartass really, but he also doted on you in ways no one ever had. He listened when you spoke. He wanted to have conversations with you. You weren't just there to stroke and inflate his own ego. It wasn't one sided like your last relationship. You cared about him, and he cared about you.

Your last boyfriend made you feel insignificant. He constantly made you feel like you should be groveling at his feet that he even bothered giving you any of his time. Not that he even gave you that much of it to begin with. What time he did give you was spent mostly cutting you down. Commenting on your weight, your hair, your skin, your clothes. Anything he could use to make you feel less than.

He hadn't been like that in the beginning, but then again they never are. It never starts off with mean comments or slights. First they have to lull you into a sense of security, make you feel wanted. That's why the fall is so hard when they pull the rug out from beneath you. They build you up just so they can tear you back down even lower than where you started.

That was why you were still a virgin. You had tried countless times to give your virginity to your ex. Even though yeah the idea of virginity as a whole is steeped in patriarchy meant to place women into the category of worthy or unworthy, it was still special to you. It meant entrusting your body to someone. Giving an extra little piece of yourself for the first time. Not only had he turned you down, repeatedly, he did it in the cruelest of ways.

He made it your fault. It wasn't that he didn't want sex. He just didn't want it with you. Honestly you knew he had to be cheating pretty much the entire relationship, but in your mind by that point any scrap of love was better than nothing at all. He made you believe that if it weren't for him you would surely be alone. So when he finally tired of playing with your emotions and smashed your heart to pieces you had begged him to stay. Sure that you would die alone and unloved without him.

So when you met Stephen the very idea that he could possibly want to be with you seemed absurd. You were sure he was just flirting with you to be nice, or worse you expected it to be some cruel joke. You imagined that if you agreed to go out with him the night would surely end with you humiliated. Covered in pig's blood like Carrie, but without the revenge ending. Plus how could you possibly explain to him that you were still a virgin? If he hadn't already run away screaming you thought that would do it for sure.

When he didn't give up you realized that maybe he was different. He left you little notes and single roses. Little gestures of holding doors or going out of his way just to say good morning. He wasn't overly aggressive, but he made it clear his interest was genuine. He saw you not as something to occupy his time until someone truly worthwhile came along. He saw you as a person worth knowing.

Eventually you said yes. It scared the shit out of you, but you did it. After that you both fell hard and fast. You had both spent so much time building walls around your hearts only to knock them down together. After several dates you knew you had to come clean about your lack of experience sexually and hope that he would understand. You had to slam the breaks on a couple hot and heavy make out sessions to gather the nerve to actually get it out.

He knew you were hiding something and he knew that you must have been treated badly in the past. That much he had been able to pick up from your body language. The way you would shrink into corners. The way you would look utterly shocked when he complimented you. The way you put yourself down. Saying you weren't pretty when he told you that you looked beautiful or saying you weren't worth his time or affections. That he didn't need to lie about how special you were. Saying things that were so far from the truth as if they were plain and simple facts.

His blood practically boiled when you finally told him everything. If he hadn't sworn to do good he would have hunted your ex down himself. He did entertain the idea of casting a spell that would have made him snort and squeal like a pig for several weeks. He couldn't understand how someone could treat you that way. You were smart and funny and, despite what you had been led to believe, you were beautiful. When you smiled, genuinely smiled, you took his breath away.

He had a hard time keeping his hands off of you when you would snuggle into his arms. How any man could not want you, let alone be so horrible as to tell you that he didn't want you because there was something wrong with you, was beyond his comprehension. There was not a damn thing wrong with a single hair on your head. It was your ex there was something wrong with, and he was determined to prove that to you in any way he could.

The fact that you were a virgin didn't particularly bother him. Especially after hearing how your ex treated you he was glad he could have the chance to be your first. To pleasure you properly. To worship you like you deserved. He would cherish that gift if you choose to give it to him. He was happy to wait until you were ready. He wouldn't push you or try to goad you into it. It was up to you to decide how far you went with him and how fast the two of you moved.

So when you told him you wanted him, that you were ready to give yourself to him, he was beyond happy. He wanted to make everything perfect. He wanted you to know how much he cared about you. How precious you were. He planned the whole evening. Just the two of you in the Sanctum. No interruptions, no reservations to worry about. Just you and him. No pressure.

He laid in bed holding you. Both watching something but you had long lost interest, but you were starting to get restless. Why wasn't he jumping on you? Why hadn't he gotten you naked yet? Your mind started to panic. You were convinced he must not want your body either. He was just nicer about it. You felt yourself go rigid in his arms. Fighting not to break down.

He immediately noticed the change in your body language and moved to look at your face.

"Hey, what's wrong sweetheart? Did I do something wrong?"

To hide the tears that were starting to prick at the corners of your eyes you rolled over turning your back to him and laid down. Answering once you had settled.

"Nothing. I just, I got tired all of sudden."

He started rubbing his hand up and down your hip. Turning so he was holding you. Pressing kisses to the back of your shoulder. He knew you were lying. He knew something was wrong.

"Darling. If you changed your mind or are having second thoughts about us making love you can tell me. We don't have to do anything you aren't ready for. I will wait as long as you need. In the meantime I'm content to just hold you and kiss you."

Your eyes popped open at his statement. Suddenly confused.

"I thought maybe you had changed your mind Stephen. That you decided you didn't want me."

He turned you on to your back and looked at you like you had just slapped him. He took your face in the palm of his hand. Letting his fingers dance over your cheek. His ponytail falling over his shoulder and you brought your fingers to mindlessly toy with the ends of his hair.

"Why would you ever think I didn't want you? You are practically all I ever think about. You are the most precious thing in my life. I… I love you darling."

Your mouth fell open dumbfounded at his confession. That was the first time he told you he loved you.

"I love you too Stephen. I just thought… I thought since you weren't trying anything that maybe you didn't want me that way after all. I know I'm not sexy…"

He cut you off before you could finish the sentence. He hated hearing you say negative things about yourself. He wasn't about to let that comment slide by without correcting the record.

"You are incredibly sexy sweetheart. Do you know how hard I have to try to keep my hands off of you? How many times I have felt like I was gonna pass out after one of our make out sessions because there was no more blood left in my brain? How I can't watch you eat an ice cream cone without needing a cold shower? There is one very specific reason for that, because I want you so bad. I was trying to ease into this evening. It's your first time, I wanted to be a gentleman. I didn't want you to think less of me if I had just jumped on you and ripped your clothes off. I will gladly do that though. Come on, let's get your pants off!"

A cheeky glint flashed in his eyes and he waited for you to smile back at him before grabbing the waistband of your pajama shorts and underwear. Pulling them both off in one quick move and tossing them off to the side. He was quick to follow with his t-shirt before pouncing back on top of you and peppering your face with kisses. You dissolved into laughter at his sudden actions.

Once the two of you stopped laughing in between kisses, the kisses grew more passionate. Nuzzling his nose against yours and pressing a loving kiss on your lips. Pulling back to say one more time, just to make sure you heard him the first time, "You are so beautiful and I love you so much."

"Just shut up and make love to me Stephen."

His lips descended on yours hungrily. Your hands moved to thread into his hair and one of your legs wrapped up around his hip. You felt him groan against your lips when he felt your nails scrape against his scalp. You had discovered that he seemed to like having his hair pulled a little. Suddenly feeling a bit braver you bit his bottom lip between your teeth. Pleased with yourself when it pulled another groan from him.

He moved to start kissing and nipping at your neck. Sucking and licking at a spot that made you arch your back beneath him. He took one of your hands in his and placed it against his chest. Leaning up to whisper in your ear.

"Do you want to know what you do to me sweetheart? Feel."

He trailed your hand down his abdomen and let it come to rest on the bulge in his sweatpants. His hips ground forward into your palm. Making sure you felt exactly how aroused he was. You let your fingers curl around his cock and start to stroke him.

"You feel how hard you get me? That's all because of you. You and this incredibly sexy, delicious little body of yours."

You moved your other hand to his waistband and started pushing his pants down. Whining when you couldn't get them down as fast as you wanted. He chuckled at you and moved your hands away to pull them off himself. You took the opportunity to pull your shirt off. Leaving you bare before each other.

Your eyes roved each other's bodies and took in every ounce of skin the other offered. You ran your hands up his muscular chest and he let his fall to your hips. Letting them skim over your breasts and ghost over your nipples before they settled. He lowered you down to your back and settled his weight between your thighs. He kissed you deeply as he felt you relax underneath him. The warmth of his body radiating down and easing away any tension you had left.

You felt his cock resting between your legs. Hot, heavy, and thick. A little whine coming from your lips as you started to involuntarily rock your hips against him. You were craving finally feeling him inside you. You weren't sure you had ever wanted anything more in your life. You wrapped both your legs around him and pushed your heels into his thighs to make him grind against you.

"Stephen please. I want you so much."

He couldn't help but grin down at you. He could feel how turned on you were and it made him even hotter. He was proud that he could get you so riled up, but he still wanted to make sure he eased you into this. He wasn't the smallest of men and he didn't want to hurt you. From previous discussions he knew you had touched yourself, and used your own fingers, but still.

"Hang on sweetheart, I want you too but let me just stretch you out a little first. I don't wanna hurt you, and your fingers are much smaller than me. We have plenty of time."

You somewhat grudgingly let him shift his weight off to the side and let his fingers start to tease the crease of your hip. When his rough fingertips grazed your sex for the first time you instinctively spread your legs even more for him. You responded so readily to his every touch. Every drag of his fingers against your skin was calculated. He let his middle finger start to stroke up and down your slit. Letting your arousal spread. Settling his fingertip over your clit and starting to draw small circles over it.

"So wet. I knew you would be. All this really just for me, sweetheart?"

His eyebrows quirked up and down as you pulled him down to your lips again. Moaning against his mouth as you let yourself surrender to his touch. You had never had anyone put your pleasure first like this.

"Just for you Stephen. All for you. You are so good to me, Defender Strange. I don't know how I ever got so lucky to find you."

He let the tip of his middle finger dip to start probing at your entrance. His pace was slow and steady. Listening to and studying every hitch in your breath as he buried his finger slowly deeper until it was nestled all the way inside you. Then he started gently thrusting it in and out. After a moment he started adding a second one. This one caused a bit of a stretch for you. Stephen's fingers being much bigger than your own.

He held completely still when you winced slightly. Waiting for you to tell him whether to keep going or not. You nodded to him to keep going as soon as you noticed he had stalled. You wanted this. You wanted him. Before long he had both fingers buried to his base knuckle. He started stroking his thumb over your clit. Leaving his fingers in place. You started letting your hips move doing the work for him instead.

He may have all the patience in the world, thanks to meditation and training, but you were on your last thread. You just wanted his cock already. You didn't care if he was big. You just needed him to make love to you.

You pulled his lips to yours and raked your fingernails down his back trying to get him to shift his weight back on top of you. When he didn't budge you licked the fingers of one hand and reached between you to grab his cock. Gripping his shaft tight and stroking him up and down. After a few strokes you let your hand run over his leaking tip. You moaned at feeling his warm pre-cum let your hand slide effortlessly over him again. You pulled out a trick you hoped might tip him over the edge of his restraint.

You let your fingers collect more of his pre-cum. Then trying to look as sultry as possible you pulled your fingers up to your lips. Looking straight into his clear blue eyes you licked his essence from your fingers. Sighing wantonly at his taste on your tongue. Once you had licked them clean you brought your lips to his and begged him for what you wanted.

"Please fuck me Stephen. I need your cock. Please."

He slowly pulled his fingers from you and brought them to his mouth. Taking his time licking each one. He was loving how needy you were for him. He intended to spend every moment he could pleasing you and he loved that you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you. Once he had sufficiently tortured you, he moved himself on top of you. Pulling your legs to rest on both sides of his hips. Moving to place the head of his cock right against your hole.

"Okay love, I will wait to get a really good taste of you. I want you to tell me if you need me to stop."

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, brushing his long hair back and over to one side so you could see his face. He was so beautiful. Sculpted cheekbones, blue eyes, perfectly trimmed facial hair, and long soft dark brown hair streaked with gray. He was a god, and he had chosen you. A warm loving and reassuring smile on his face.

He leaned down to kiss you as he started to press inside you. His cock slowly stretching you beyond what you thought possible. A sharp pain hitting you and making him halt in his tracks when you flinched. He pulled his face back to study your expression. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath in and out before opening them again. Giving his shoulder a little squeeze to signal him to move.

He didn't have much farther to go before he had filled you to the hilt. His thrusts started slow and shallow. His gentle manner let any discomfort you felt soon fall away. He felt so deep inside you. Your body was already starting to clench around him. You couldn't help but start mewling at each thrust.

"You feel so good Stephen. I feel so full."

"You feel even better. So tight. I'm amazed I can even move, you're squeezing me so tight."

He braced himself on one elbow and moved one hand to thumb at your clit. Wanting to make sure he made you cum. He knew by the way you were squeezing him he already had you a good way there. He let his finger dance lightly over the bundle of nerves gazing down at you as your eyes fell closed and your mouth fell open.

"That's it sweetheart. Just let go. Want you to feel good. Want you to cum. Cum for me."

He sped up his thrusts as he heard you start to groan and whimper. Adding any stimulus he could to tip you over the edge. To keep pushing you towards your climax so he could follow.

His pace was fast enough to set your nerve endings a light but steady enough it felt like a tide crashing in and receding out. You were flying high and you hadn't even hit your peak yet. Stephen's loving praise easing you towards it. You felt safe. You felt loved. A pit forming in your low belly started to heat up and before you realized what was happening an electric shock was sent zapping through your limbs. Your muscles contracting and pulsing as you feel to pieces under your lover.

You stretched yourself against the mattress, spreading yourself out under Stephen as much as you could as you rode out your high. Your back arching and your neck craning. Whispers, gasps, and groans falling endlessly from your lips.

Once you floated back down to your body, you opened your eyes to see a proud satisfied smile on Stephen's face. Elated at seeing you fall apart because of him. His pleasure had been dependent on yours. Now that he had helped you over the finish line, it was your turn to help him. You latched your hands around his neck and pulled his hair back to grip it in a makeshift ponytail. Pulling him down to kiss you passionately as his thrusts started to speed up again.

His own grunts and groans starting to fall. He wasn't far behind you. After another minute his rhythm started to falter and it only took a few more thrusts to feel him start to fill you with his cum. It was a truly intimate moment and in that moment you couldn't be happier that Stephen was your first. It felt kismet that everything had fallen into place as it had. That the universe decided to bless you with Defender Stephen Strange.

You still didn't quite understand how this incredible man seemed so enamored with you, but you were so thankful he did. For the first time in a long time you felt truly loved, and you felt beautiful. Perhaps, hopefully, in time you would see yourself the same way he did. You had no doubt that he would keep trying to show you how special you were. You didn't want to let him up when he moved to your side on the bed. He assured you he would be right back and placed a soft kiss on your lips and then on your forehead.

He was about to get up to get a warm wet cloth to clean you both up. Looking forward to having you in his arms the rest of the night. Hopefully to repeat the events of the evening with another romp in the morning. Assuming you weren't too sore from that evening. Suddenly he stopped and thought about something you had said earlier. Something he had forgotten to respond to until now.

"By the way, I'm the lucky one sweetheart. I'm the lucky one because I get to love you."

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strangelockd · 1 year

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Another ordeerrrrrrr-

Can I get uhhhhhh, #10 Orgasm Denial mixed with #13 Deepthroat with reader doing this to Defender? Thankkssss

Pairing: Defender Strange X Fem Reader

Synopsis: READ PART 1 HERE.

The reader wakes up Defender Strange in the best way possible. But she also has a few tricks up her sleeve to get him to stay 😉

Word Count: 1.8K

Warning: Porn with a bit of plot(after the cut), Spanish speaking Stephen(don’t worry I translated), Oral sex(M & F), Orgasm denial(M receiving), Deepthroating, Praise, Dirty talk, Face riding, Fluff, Sub Defender, Im sure I missed something. If your under 18 and read this, thats on you…

A/N: Thank you so much @lady-harvey for this steamy Idea!!! I thought why not mash both your requests bc they're about our adorable Oreo. I hope this fulfill's your desires.

Rain pattered off the windows as you awoke to Stephen still sound asleep snoring away. He looked so at peace with not a care in the world, no universes to balance, nothing keeping him from getting the rest he so richly deserved. Soaking in the morning light that cascaded down Defenders body you eyed him with admiration as the light illuminated his toned muscles in a soft toothsome glow. The blanket stopping just below his waistline showing off just a peak his perfect bare bottom.

Sighing contentedly, you leaned over him carefully plucking the remnants of daisies and red ribbon weaved into his sexed tousled hair. The salt and peppered strands flowed around him like a silken crown as you brought the daisy bundle up to your nose inhaling it deeply. The memories of the wild night before going through your mind made you smile but quickly form a frown. For Defender had a meeting at the London Sanctum and he would be waking up to leave in a few hours. Sighing, a selfish part of you didn’t want the weekend to end so soon. Watching Stephen turn on his back spreading his arms out to take over more of the bed made you chuckle just a bit.

Being the Sorcerer Supreme ate away at Stephen sometimes and it always left him more tired than usual. Let alone the winter weather didn’t help with the metal pins that helped fix his hands. But nevertheless, ever the stoic Stephen Strange never complained, his work ethic and dedication is something really to admire at times. Tying the flowers with one of the ribbons setting them gently on the nightstand you wrapped your arms around Stephens strong frame. Breathing in slowly you took in his scent that carried sandalwood with traces of vanilla oil.

His body heat felt deeply inviting as you softly kissed the daisy cluster tattoo on his left shoulder, eliciting a small groan from his lips. Each daisy was a representation of the only two women he loved in his life. You and Donna.

“Mmmm,” he shifted slightly continuing his soft snores.

Looking at the sheets your eyes couldn’t help but notice his stiffened cock standing at attention. Twitching a brow, a mischievous smile creeped on your lips as you grabbed a scrunchie tying your hair into a quick ponytail.

Bringing the sheets over your head to slowly move downward you grazed your nails gently across his toned abs. Tracing a circle around the navel it elicited a small noise from Stephen, making you quickly pause. You resumed kissing your way down the defined v of his waistline placing more soft kisses between his firm loins.

The snores trickled back as you lined yourself between his legs, your mouth ever so close to his gorgeous thick cock, Stephen wiggled a bit as you felt yourself bite your lower lip in lustful anticipation. Hand grasping firmly around his shaft you started to stroke at a slow and even pace, relishing the feeling of him in your hand. A glistening bead of pre cum leaked from his bulbous tip as you leaned forward lightly licking up his essence.

“Hnnggh,” he groaned deeper stretching out his legs.

Slowly licking from the base to his tip in one long motion, taking great pleasure in the noises that Stephen made from above the covers. Savoring the feeling you locked your lips around the head of his cock, tongue dancing around the crown you had sunk down slowly sheathing his member. His moans shot straight to your cunt as you heard his breathing grow louder and more ragged.

You wondered to yourself how his face must look like right now coming undone…His eyes scrunched with pleasure. The way his pale flesh would flush red during the crescendo his release. The look of his crystal blue eyes fully dilated as he rolls his head back into the pillows in pure ecstasy. Such a vision to behold.

But what turned you on most was when his brain would switch to Spanish when making love. That really threw you off on the first night together, but in no time, everything became more natural and fell into place. Together you both read each other’s bodies like the blind read brail.

“Damn,” he groaned lifting the sheets his sleepy eyes woke to the best sight. You, below the covers, giving him morning head. Defender’s eyes laced with grogginess and lust as he smirked at you, “so beautiful…,” he cooed noticing you blush returning the covers slowly over your head. Watching you continue to selflessly pleasure your man, his cock twitched harder in your grip as he felt you continue your fluid pace.

“If yo-, if you think this is going to get me to stay. You’re going to have to try harder Mi Amor, (My Love)” his voice laced with desire as you started sucking faster making his hips involuntarily buck into your mouth.

Releasing his swollen cock with a lewd pop you peeked out of the covers batting your eyes, “But what if I’m a good girl? And besides,” tugging on his shaft feeling him buck again, “it’s raining today, and you lost your sling ring,” winking you returned your head back down as you continued mouth fucking him.

He eyed the nightstand smirking at his ring vanishing, letting out a sharp hiss Defender pawed and gripped the sheets, “you make…ahh a good point. Hnng…then by all means…please continue,” he hissed lacing his fingers around your hair as you teased the frenulum flattening your tongue back down swallowing him whole. But you had a better idea brewing inside your head which lead you to pause. Keeping your lips locked around his cock, you didn’t move.

Feeling Defender squirm in return almost made you chuckle and lose it.

“Co-come on baby, don’t be such a little tease,” he begged with ragged breath as his fingers pawed at your hair more. Smiling to yourself you released a small chuckle that vibrated through his cock making him groan. Sliding up and down much slower, you relished the taste of him that was all for you.

“P-please baby. I’m begging you. Por favor muévete más rápido!(please move faster!)”

The pleading tone and language of his voice shot straight to your center as you started picking up speed again. Grasping his thighs for support you bobbed your head up and down along his hardened length. Repeating your motions, you felt yourself grow more eager to claim the reward of his climax. In feral desperation you suddenly started bobbing you head in a faster motion as you hand kept its pace. Lips locked tighter around his vigor you heard Defender release a sharp gasp as you pumped him faster and faster. The lewed noises echoing pornographically throughout your master bedroom as Defender chased his high.

“Th-that’s my g-good girl…you have the perfect mouth,” his hands gripping tighter on your ponytail, “you take me so well,” he continued his praises feeling his grip become tighter as he guided you through his own climax with a gentle eagerness. Despite his ever-carnal hunger for you, Defender was always the gentleman even in the midst of being under the mercy of such a beautiful woman.

You guided his hands to you head, encouraging him to let his wild side out.

“Madre de Dio’s!(Mother of God!)” he cried out as he felt his cock throb and pulse, coating your throat as you took him all the way. Swallowing it all like a starving woman, you kept pumping him slowly, riding out his high you lapped him up making sure there wasn’t a drop wasted.

Popping your head out of the covers you crawled up to cuddle next to Defender. He laced his arms around your frame as you brushed each other’s sweat stuck hair off your foreheads smiling contentedly.

Kissing your head softly he whispered, “come here,” like a moth to a flame you leaned in kissing him deeply. His tongue parting your mouth slightly as he begged for entrance. Cupping your head tilting it back to taste all of you it elicited a whimpered moan from your lips. Pulling back slowly he nuzzled your nose, “You were such a good girl Mi Amor(My Love),” he breathed onto your lips, the remnants of him still on your lips made Defender moan. His hand trailed down your shoulder as his fingers fished under the pillow. Feeling the familiar cold metal of his sling ring he threaded it between his fingers wiggling it teasingly in front of your face.

“Good girls DO deserve a reward,” he purred against your ear, “and I have just the thing.” Tossing the ring over his shoulder it bounced on the darkened mahogany floor as he swept his arms under your thighs positioning you on-top of his mouth.

“St-Stephen,” you moaned kneeling your thighs between his head as his lips latched onto your clitoris making you grip the headboard as you ground your pleasure out if him. “Your mouth feels so good,” you moaned repeatedly with incantation. His tongue swirling in figure eights as he kept his pace. His beard caused more friction as you threaded you hand into his hair guiding him.

“That it, right there,” you moaned as you arched your back hearing your voice grow louder. You were close.

“Fuck you taste divine,” he groaned as his tongue pierced your apex.

The familiar warmth was building below you as you felt you skin prickle, “Stephen, I’m going to come,” you wailed as he kept up his unrelenting pace of devouring your pussy. The vibration of his pleasure from his voice rippled through you like waves as you rode out your high. Lifting you gently he sat you beside him as you brought him in for a deep kiss. Your fingers trailed over his floral tattoo as you trailed kisses over it.

“That was amazing Stephen.”

“Did you expect anything less?” He grinned with a slight chuckle, pulling you in for another deep kiss as you snuggled back up to each other.

“From you,” looking into his eyes, breathing him in, “never.”

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clouded-dreams2 · 2 years

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I can't find any writing about defender strange, and i just need something for him , most fluffy can you do this?

a/n: Of course, I can! I am also in need of some fluffy Defender Strange. It’s short but sweet. It’s a little over the place but it makes sense. I hope you like it!

Warnings: Fluff, MINOR SPOILERS for Multiverse of Madness, Kisses, Mentions of Mufasa’s death from the Lion King (I don’t know either but it’s there).

Paring: Defender Strange x Gn!Reader

Defender Strange walked behind you, his hair done up in its usual ponytail.

“Good morning, (y/n).” He put his hands on your hips, his chin on your shoulder. He added a peck to the side of your neck. You smiled, turning around to acknowledge him.

“Morning.” You said still tired, stretching your arms behind you. He had the ‘day off’ as long as there was no threat, he would be able to be around you. He didn’t suspect to be called off in the midst of the day, he didn’t want to.

“What do you want?” You ask when you notice the smirk appear on his lips. You were able to catch on when he had plans stirring the slight shift in attitude, the smirk that danced its way upon his lips. He had his giveaways.

“Let’s go out.”

“Where?”

“It’s New York. I’m open to almost anywhere.” Stephen was thinking of something to do in New York. There were places he wasn’t allowed due to controversy about being a hero. He had critics, you had critics, the unknown guy printing the newspapers had critics. Being a hero also came with property damage even though he was trying to save the life of others the store and restaurant owners got upset.

“It’s not California.” You were holding back a laugh. His sarcasm was another thing you picked up.

“You want to go to California?” He asked, feeding into your sarcasm.

“We could go to that Sanctum place.” You were of course referring to the sanctum which you two were already standing in.

“That’s my favorite place.” He casted a spell to put you both in your lounge clothes.

“Movie?” He created a portal. He walked through picking a few to choose from.

“Lion King,” You read off from one of the CDs.

“Animated or live-action?” You didn’t care much to look at the cover.

“Animated. I knew you loved that movie.” You looked at him. You hit his shoulder playfully, he smiled. You took in his clothes; you never knew plain clothing could look so good on a superhero. The dark red sweatshirt with his black sweatpants, his hair in his usual ponytail with some white and black strands tucked behind his ears, a smile across his lips, with the sarcasm that could wind you up and back down like a yo-yo. You were getting carried away with admiring him. You remained surprised that you hadn’t married Stephen already.

“You cried when Mufasa died.” You recalled. You both were cuddled up into his side on the couch, your legs intertwined with each other. A second later you could see the tears collecting in his eyes, you asked him what was wrong and tried to comfort him through Mufasa’s death.

“Maybe. I like that movie.” He commented as he looked at another movie pulling the Lion King and another from the pile placing it to the side.

“What if you cast a spell that randomly picks a movie for us?” You asked, maybe those ancient textbooks had spells about movies. He did as asked of him.

“Singing in The Rain. You have this movie?” You asked shocked, he nodded. He took the movie and walked to put in the DVD player. You started the popcorn in the microwave, ran to grab two blankets and draped them over the couch. Once the popcorn was done and placed into a bowl, you grabbed the controller to the DVD player then waited for Stephen to make himself comfortable before joining him and pressing play on the film.

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mckiwi · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022 Day 10: Stabbed

Characters: Defender Strange, America Chavez

Summary: Defender Strange's final thoughts if he were tricking America (Based on the headcannon by @doctorstrangeaskblog)

Strange stopped America just in time to avoid being captured. Unfortunately for him, that meant the creature retaliated by stabbing him in the leg. He couldn't stop the scream that escaped as the tentacle-like appendage pierced and seared through the muscle. He wanted to look at the damage, but he didn't have time as the creature roared in front of them. He quickly gathered some of the debris around them to create a barrier around the creature and sealed it shut with a grunt.

Even within the barrier, the creature pushed and prodded against his magic. He hissed as he tried to tighten the restraints, but the creature was persistent. "It's too strong! I can't hold it!" As long as he could get to th- nghhhh. Strange's face scrunched in pain and a cry of pain erupted as the stab wound flared up. He huffed sharply, almost sounding like a growl, as he bit back the increasing agony and focused back on the creature.

He continued the harsh breaths to get through the pain until he noticed the creature breaking free. The pained gasps became a gasp of fear. He wasn't strong enough to contain it. They needed to get out of there! He couldn't use his Sling Ring without dropping the shield. Argh! He knew he should've taught America how to use the portals!

Portals… she already can use a portal.

Strange realized what he had to do. They needed to escape, and America was their way out. He just had to scare it out of her. Act like he was taking her power, just enough to make her scared of him. She would probably forever hate him for what he was about to do, but as long as it meant she lived, he didn't care. There was only one way they would make it out of this. He slowly turned to America, "I'm so sorry. This is the only way."

America yelped as he started extracting just the barest portion of her power. Barely enough for her to feel it. "What're you doing?" She gasped.

"I can't let that thing take your power," he answered. 'Otherwise, it'll kill you,' went unsaid. "You can't control it, but I can!" He tried to persuade. Why wasn't she creating the portal? The creature was escaping!

"But we're friends!" She exclaimed. Strange melted at that. She still trusted him, but she wouldn't for long. Over half of the creature had broken free. He wasn't going to make it out of this. "You're killing me!"

He would die, never having been given the chance to apologize. To explain. Anything. Anything to get the fear out of his girl's eyes. She would live thinking he had betrayed her. But at least she would be alive.

His leg wasn't the reason behind the pain in his heart. Strange felt the tears start to pool up in his eyes, "I know." What was that one thing he heard in his dream the other night? He reassured himself, "but in the grand calculus of the multiverse, your sacrifice is worth more than your l-"

He finished his sentence with a scream as the creature impaled him through the chest. A wild tentacle slashed him across the face as it brought him up to eye level to examine him. He saw America below and tried his best to keep the attention on him, earning himself a pierced shoulder. Inevitably, the creature noticed her and flung him to the side. He landed with a thud and groaned as his injuries were disturbed. What made the stab wounds worse was that they were instantly cauterized due to the burning. He wasn't bleeding out to death, he discovered, but rather he was aging rapidly.

He heard a shout beside him and felt himself being dragged across the floor. He lolled his head over just enough to see America tied up with a star-shaped portal behind her. Finally. As his last act, he conjured mandala shields and flung them at her captor. America was dropped into the portal as he was pulled in.

The world was bright for a moment. Sunlight. And there was rough stone beneath his fingers, probably on top of a building then. Despite how bright it was, his vision was starting to darken. The last thing he saw was America leaning over him, fear, worry, but a hint of distrust etched into her young features. He let the darkness take him with the knowledge that he had succeeded. She hated him, feared him even, but she was alive, and that was enough. It had to be.

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shockmelikeelectriceel · 2 years

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Mercy | A Multi Strange Fic

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"I have it...Handled..." Evee struggles against the tightening hold of the golem's hand around her body.

"Sure you do." Defender Strange rolled his eyes and used his magic to force open the giant creature's hand.

Evee felt the grip loosening and yelped as she was falling to the ground. She closed her eyes and teleported herself to the ground by America. "WHOA!" America stepped back a little as the woman suddenly appeared there.

"Watch her." He instructed the young pupil and made his way to attack the creature who came charging toward him.

Evee stood up and dusted her off. She watched the creature being pushed into a portal to god knows where.

"That takes care of that!" America sighed in relief and Stephen approached the two ladies.

Evee rolled her eyes, "Thanks ponytail." She gave him a salute and was about to walk away but Stephen grabbed her arm.

"Not so fast, ma'am. I believe you have some explaining to do. It's not often a member of the Black Coven is so easily found," Stephen kept his grip on her, "Give me one good reason I shouldn't disintegrate you where you stand."

A/N: Title and Coven name may be changed before the story begins.

#doctor strange fanfiction #sinister strange fanfic #supreme strange fanfic #defender strange fanfic #marvel fanfiction #doctor strange x oc

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asgards-princess-of-mischief · 3 months

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Last Updated: 2024-01-19

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Dr. Stephen Strange stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

✑ Affection by lykaonimagines • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "...Stephen's jealousy gets the best of him while watching his wife teach a combat class..."

✑ Anything for My Girls by pinkthick • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "Stephen is more than willing to satisfy his wife's cravings when [you] wakes up in the middle of the night due to [your] restless baby."

✑ Fair Play by ironstrange1991 • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When Stephen comes home early from work he is pleasantly surprised."

✑ Give Me the Reason by lykaonimagines • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "After a year of Stephen constantly prioritizing his work, [you] finally hits a breaking point in [your] relationship."

✑ Good Morning, My Love by ironstrange1991 • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "After a long day and night of work Stephen comes home to finding you sleeping in his bed cuddled with his pillow and he decides to compensate you by giving a special good morning."

✑ Into You by lykaonimagines • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "Things had seemed to be heading in a romantic direction between [you] and Stephen. [However,] since assuming his new role as Sorcerer Supreme, he felt more distant than ever before. Frustration and alcohol seem to have finally come up with the perfect solution to [your] problem."

✑ Let Me Take Care of You by ironstrange1991 • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When Stephen comes home covered in blood… [you help] him bathe… and treat his wounds."

✑ One Day Away by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 •

Summary: All Stephen wanted was one day alone with you to ask you a very important question.

✑ Wardrobe Mix-up by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "An early morning emergency leads to [you] not paying close enough attention to what clothes [you] threw on from the pile in their room."

✑ Worth the Wait by geeky-politics-46 • 18+ • 〔E᜶F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "[Stephen] learns about your past and earns your virginity."

✑ You Put Flowers in My Hair by stranglockd • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You go to the Renaissance Faire with [Stephen] and some fun activities take place. Will he allow it to happen?"

✑ Adopted Daughter by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Adopted Daughter: Big Trouble by dino-fart • 〔M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Beautiful by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Do Adore by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 •

✑ Don't Make a Sound by dino-fart • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Good Boy by dino-fart • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Husband and Wife by dino-fart • 〔F〕 •

✑ My Goddess by dino-fart • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Nurse's Touch by strangelockd • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Sickness by dino-fart • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Smooth Talker by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Treating Defender by withalittlehoney • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Way You Speak, the by dino-fart • 〔F〕 •

✑ What a Coincidence by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Being Stephen's Pregnant Wife... by ironstrange1991 • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Stephen Comforting You After a Hard Day…￨by ironstrange1991 • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

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Authors: @dino-fart || @geeky-politics-46 || @ironstrange1991 || @lykaonimagines || @pinkthick || @strangelockd || @withalittlehoney ||

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getlostsquidward · 2 years

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messed up kind of love

pairing: sinister strange x reader; doctor strange x reader

summary: whenever stephen comes back from his dream walking with that faraway aggravated look in his eyes that indicates he had once again failed, your heart breaks a little each time.

warnings: 18+, smut, implied corrupted!reader, memory manipulation, hurt/comfort, light angst, p in v sex, breeding k!nk, creampie

Whenever Stephen comes back from his dream walking with that faraway aggravated look in his eyes that indicates he had once again failed, your heart breaks a little each time.

You’d offer to take him to another universe to search for Christine, but it only resulted in meeting more of him which infuriated him even more. He may not say it out loud but you know he hates you for opening that reality to him, the reality that maybe there was a variant of him that got what he wanted for himself–and so it resulted in him taking revenge in every single one.

Your heart breaks for him, partly for all the universes that had lost their Stephen—but mostly for you.

You may as well be living in one of them, seeing that he's almost always away. His body may be here, but his mind and his spirit were always chasing something that was already gone.

In a sense, you're no different from him. Chasing someone that's hellbent on chasing another. But you've had enough, and eventually, the tiny cracks form one huge rupture.

You weren't seen—you're quite literally the only and last person he has in this universe and yet...and yet he couldn't see you. He is still so absorbed in his conquest to get Christine back that he overlooks the person standing with him side-by-side all this time.

He couldn't see you, blinded by his love obsession, or he just…chooses not to see you. Either way, you're tired of wasting your breath for the man who wouldn't waste one look at you.

You love him, and you will always love Stephen, but you won't waste your time waiting for your universe to completely collapse unhappy. If he gets to wander around the multiverse to search for his happiness, then it's time for you to find yours, too.

He's gone off dream walking again – and you take this opportunity to do it as well. Before you cast the spell, you walked towards his levitating figure and carved his features into your memory one last time. You caressed his sharp cheekbones and pressed a kiss on the corner of his lips. “Goodbye, Stephen.”

Multiple red orbs float in the air, different universes right in your palm. It didn’t take you too long to choose what universe to march into. There was only one of you in the whole multiverse, so it would not be hard to present yourself as a person already existing in that universe.

It was a foolproof plan, and there’s nothing that can stop you.

Stephen goes back to his body, sighing as he fails once again, but at least there's one less of him in the multiverse.

As he was about to close the Darkhold, he felt something was off. He stayed still for a minute, trying to sense if there was an intruder, but he couldn't feel a presence.

Not even yours.

Bringing the book with him, he searched the Sanctum, even the deserted streets…but you were nowhere to be found.

If you're not here, then where have you possibly gone?

Frantically, Stephen used the Book of the Damned to search for you. It may have been days or weeks, even months, and he's growing worried every second that passes. He was not used to your absence, it makes him feel incomplete.

So when he finally found you, only to see you cozying up with another one of him, has him feeling betrayed.

But there was something different as he watched you. Different in him, and you. The look on your face is much brighter, the way you seem happier than you have been the entire time that you were with him.

It made Stephen think back to the way he's taken you for granted. He can't blame you for leaving—but he wants you back. He wants you to look at him the way you look at the Doctor, he wants you to want only him and nobody else.

So he pins the blame on his unsuspecting variant, possessing his body in return with hopes to coax you to come back home.

If worse comes to worst, then he will have to do what he does best to his variants—eliminate them.

Pretending to be curious about magic, then slowly making your way up to becoming a sorcerer, and ultimately, being one of the Masters of Mystic Arts was an easy feat considering that you were already one, aside from the fact that you were mentored by the former Sorcerer Supreme himself in your own universe.

The words about the new gifted sorceress have easily reached Doctor Strange's attention, so you were delighted when he accepted the proposition to be your mentor. The two of you quickly formed a bond beyond the mentor/mentee relationship. He had once remarked about how you had come to know him so well despite knowing each other for a short amount of time.

Hearing that made your heart skip a beat, memories with the darker Stephen flashing in your mind. You can't help but remember him with every little thing the Doctor does.

They're almost the same, after all.

The more you feel pleased with your plan going smoothly, the more it feels…wrong. Stephen's bright cerulean irises should be greyish and dull and dark. His neatly trimmed goatee should be grown, scruffy, and unkempt.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“You,” with a straight face, you responded. Stephen doesn't seem fazed by your answer as he stands beside you, overlooking the ever-busy streets of New York from the rooftop of the Sanctum, the bright lights of the moving cars and surrounding buildings illuminating the area.

“Don't tell me you've fallen in love with me, Y/N,” his sarcastic remark came along with a sly grin you hate and love at the same time.

“Silly. I've always been in love with you.”

His eyes averted yours, going back to people watching as he stayed silent. You did the same. “This universe is truly beautiful, isn't it? It was probably the same as ours, but I've forgotten how it used to look.” In your peripheral vision, you see Stephen turning to you, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“You don't have to pretend anymore. I know it's you, my Stephen. I know it was you all along.”

He didn't seem surprised, instead looking proudly at you. You're not sure if it was due to the night sky, but his eyes are much darker than you've ever seen them.

Now, this…this feels right.

“My darling, you know me so well…” he takes your hand in his, bringing them to his lips. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have treated you less than what you deserve. If you wish to stay here, I will gladly take over this body.”

“I would like to stay here very much,” you say truthfully. But you also know what would happen if he stayed dream walking for too long, and you don't want that. “But let this universe be, Stephen. I want to be with you in our universe, with only the two of us.”

He tilted your chin up, his thumb ghosting over your lower lip. Stephen swore to do anything you want, so as to make up for all the times he failed to look after you. He brought his lips to yours, little jealousy rearing its head as he realized that he might be the one kissing you, but it was not his body. He pulls away, smirking at the dazed look in your eyes, your parted and swollen lips tugging on a smile making him feel complete. You're his—your smile, your lips, and everything. It always has been, but he was too preoccupied to notice. Now, he's prepared to give you the whole multiverse.

A star-shaped portal opens, the familiar grey skies calling you from the other side. Standing on your tippy toes, you press a kiss on his head. He nodded, understanding that it was meant for this universe's Stephen. You might have spent a little time with him before Stephen took over, but it was enough to know that he's a good man. Your entire existence in this universe will cause a disorder, so before as soon as Stephen lets go of his body, you uttered a quick memory erasing incantation, hopeful that his life restarts to the day before he met you.

The cool breeze in the Sanctum made your skin crawl with excitement. You're back home.

You let your fingertips skim the piano keys, remembering how he played for you. Stephen wraps his arm around your waist, his face nuzzling your neck. You made room for his kisses as his hands undo your robes.

There's no such thing as too soon letting your carnal desires consume you. He wants you, and you want him. Now.

He peppers kisses across your shoulder, his large calloused hands wandering on your skin. Impatient as he is, he removed his robes with a flick of a finger, wanting to feel your skin against his.

You grind your ass against his hips, feeling his cock grow harder with every movement. Stephen bends you over the piano, settling himself between your legs. He teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, letting your slick coat him.

Groans of pleasure echoed in the room as your hips met. Stephen began a slow pace of thrusting into you, your head throwing back with how good you feel with him filling your cunt up.

“Gonna fill you up, darling. Gonna put a baby in you.” His thrusts went faster as he got closer to release. Stephen pulled you impossibly closer to him, his hands pressing on your bulge forming on your belly. “Do you feel that, princess?”

Strings of moans escape your lips as you feel your walls tightening around him, your pent-up desire finally spilling over the edge. Stephen follows soon after, not able to last much longer with how your pussy milks his cock.

He pulls back a bit, eyes drawn to the way his cum drips down your inner thigh. He uses his cock to scoop them, slamming his length back to your aching cunt.

All you can do is whimper as he makes you his over and over again, pumping you full of his cum. “You're mine, darling. No other version of me can fuck you like I do. Remember that.”

You couldn't care less about the way he got rougher while reminding you who you belong to. You couldn't care less about his possessiveness and his stark difference from the other Stephen you met—you prefer your man sinister anyway.

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tags: @mirikusashes @evelyn-kingsley

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fanartka · 7 months

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In the Multiverse of Madness, Doctor Strange wakes up from a nightmare in which he saw what happened to Defender. (We all appreciated these shots, amazing direction, brilliant acting☻). The film's canon stated that all Stranges could see similar moments in the lives (and deaths, alas, what a waste!) of Stranges from other universes.

Imagine if Defender Strange woke up like this in a cold sweat at the moment he saw the destruction of the Sinister universe. He had to live it in a dream in the same way as if he himself were Sinister Strange, had to try with all his might to cope with the disaster... and despair when it would not work, when he realized that “the power of the gods in his hands" is not enough to save his world and those dear to him. A terrible realization. He could see through his eyes how the Moon was leaving its orbit and pieces of skyscrapers were slowly circling in the sky, slowed down by his spell.

I think that if Defender woke up from this nightmare, he would forever abandon the idea of finding the Darkhold, focusing on the Vishanti book.

#my art #Defender Strange #stephen strange #doctor strange #marvel #doctor stephen strange #fanart #fanartka art #sketch #digital drawing #idea for fanfic #doctor strange fanart #doctor strange art #multiverse of madness

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dino-fart · 1 year

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When Your Brain Has A New Fic Idea

#stephen strange x reader #stephen strange #doctor strange x reader #doctor strange #sinister strange x reader #sinister strange #defender strange x reader #defender strange #supreme strange x reader #supreme strange #strange supreme #strange supreme x reader #fanfic writer #fancfiction #the boys

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ironstrange1991 · 1 year

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Four Stephens headcanon

How they are like? What are the similarities and differences?

A/N: This is just a short headcanon with the main differences from the four DS2 Stephens. I wrote this as a small celebration of the movie's 1 year anniversary. Anyway, I hope you like it and sorry for being so short.

Word count: 0,300k

Warnings: Mentions of sexual activities.

Original Stephen: Cocky. Egotistical. Gentle, affectionate. Will relinquish control on rare occasions. Best boyfriend you could ever have. Can make you laugh and make you horny at the same time. Scared to death of getting you pregnant, but would make a great dad. Loves cuddles, loves when you take care of his hands. Sex is always nice and hard, always open to trying new things. Will call you his whore. Daddy kink.

Defender Strange: Strict, but soft at the same time. Gentle. Very, very affectionate. Always in control of everything except in bed. Husband material. Amazing dad. Loves cuddles, loves when you caress his hair. Sex is always intense. Not very inventive. Loves when you ride him. Will let you call him your sweet boy sometimes. Will never call you his whore. You are his baby.

Supreme Strange: Narcissistic. Egotistical. Very, very jealous. Clingy. Always in control of everything. The definition of problematic boyfriend. Hates children. Loves cuddles, loves to sleep with his head on your chest or shoulder. Sex is always intense. Can be rough sometimes. Loves quickies. Will bend you over any possible furniture. Will call you his whore. Calls you stupid nicknames just to piss you off.

Sinister Strange: Scary. Possessive. Obsessed with you. Controls you all the time. Definition of abusive relationship. Has a strong breeding kink, but could never raise a child. Demands cuddles and sex all the time. Loves when you caress his goatee. Sex is always rough. Will constantly wake you up by fucking you. Will call you his sweet girl and fuck you like a whore. Strong daddy kink.

@dontmindme262 @dementeddoll @yourmajesty13 @strangeions @bloodyflowerrr @insanelyobsessedwithdilfs @sherlocksgirl91 @dragonqueen89 @newtsniffles @cute-angi @whiskeyho @sherlux @xourownsidee @kakashibabe02 @hobimysolecito @geeky-politics-46 @lykaonimagines @d0ct0rstrangewife @classickook @iobsessoverfictionalmen @bobateadaydreams @aphroditesdilemma

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classickook · 2 years

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the lucky one | defender strange

pairing: defender strange x fem!reader

summary: in an alternate universe, stephen strange is sorcerer supreme and while he is certainly the best man for the job, sometimes he feels overwhelmed by the weight of his responsibilities. thankfully, he has you to help him get his mind off things.

warnings: smut (18+), handjob, oral (male receiving), slight belly bulge kink, p in v sex

word count: 1.8k

a/n: might’ve gotten a bit carried away with this one (oops) and i’m kinda nervous about it lol but i hope you like it nonetheless! **can be read as a stand-alone or as a blurb within my paper hearts series**

upon entering the bedroom you shared with stephen, you walked in to find him seated on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. being sorcerer supreme was no easy task, and it pained you to see him take on such dangerous and exhausting duties, one right after another, day after day without any suitable rest. he was always so hard on himself, overextending his mind and body until he was on the verge of burnout, but he persisted, nonetheless.

he always sported such a stoic and steely expression in front of the others, taking up the mantle of sorcerer supreme and wanting to appear as a true leader, someone to be relied upon in times of terror or distress. he never allowed the other defenders or apprentices or young students to see his confidence slip; you were the only one he permitted to see him in this state: exhausted, vulnerable, and weighed down by his responsibilities.

you crawled onto the bed and nestled yourself against his back, feeling him relax slightly as you wrapped your arms around his torso, his scarred hands falling to rest atop yours. “what’s going on in that head of yours, doc?” you asked quietly.

“just tired, love,” he rasped. “nothing for you to worry about.”

“but i am worried,” you replied, squeezing him tighter as you clung to his back. “when was the last time you slept?”

he chuckled lightly but you didn’t detect any humor in it. “not sure, to be honest. but i’m fine. it’s nothing i can’t handle.”

“i know that, but it’s okay for you to rest every now and then. to lean on me, to ask for help. that’s what i’m here for, stephen,” you admonished softly.

his head turned back to meet your gaze and your heart clenched at the exhaustion you found there. shadows lingered beneath his cerulean eyes, the color slightly dulled compared to its usual striking shade.

“let me take care of you,” you offered. “you’re always protecting everyone—the entire universe, at that—putting us first and never allowing yourself a moment of peace. i can do that for you, doc.” you felt his abdomen clench beneath your hands resting there and you took it as a sign to continue. “just let me in and i’ll take care of the rest.”

there was a moment of hesitation before you felt him nod against your shoulder. your front was still pressed against his broad back, and you planned on using this position to your advantage. you moved your hands to the straps and belts of his tunic, unlacing him from the confines of his clothing so you could feel his skin against yours. the cool air of the room met the characteristic warmth of his skin and a sharp breath escaped his lips.

your main goal for the evening was to simply get him to relax in this little pocket of time with you, to let his body unwind and his mind succumb to blissful emptiness, no longer plagued by the concerns of his profession and what dangers lie waiting beneath the surface.

you trailed your index finger down his bare abdomen and toward his navel, circling around it in light, teasing motions, until you traveled lower, slipping your hand beneath the waistband of his trousers and palming him gently through the soft material of his underwear, pleased by his hardened length from your ministrations thus far; the man was nothing but pure professionalism in public, but when it was just you, he fell apart and turned into putty in your hands with just the barest of touches. you felt a sense of pride and smug satisfaction at holding so much power over him. who would have thought the mighty sorcerer supreme would surrender under the hands of his wife and willingly submit himself to another?

moving beneath his underwear, you brushed past the coarse hair at his base to touch the velvet skin of his cock, hot and heavy in your hand. you decided to tease him a bit more, sliding your finger up and down his length to collect the pearl of precum along the tip, allowing you to move on him in quicker, smoother motions. you gripped him tightly and watched in silent awe as stephen’s head fell back to rest on your shoulder, eyes closed and chest heaving in sharp exhales.

“how does that feel?” you asked lowly into the crook of his neck, pressing a soft kiss to the exposed skin above his tunic.

“my sweet girl,” he breathed. “always so good to me.”

you smiled into his skin as you continued your ministrations, grip firm as you slid up and down his shaft, movements quickening as he approached his climax, but you didn’t let him come just yet; you wanted to play with him a bit longer, extend his pleasure as long as you could.

“tell me what you want, stephen,” you whispered, lips brushing against the shell of his ear that sent an almost imperceptible shiver throughout his tense form. you noticed his hands were starting to shake as they tightly gripped your thighs encased around him.

“can i have your mouth, sweet girl?” he asked.

grinning, you swiftly shifted around in front of him and dropped to your knees between his spread legs. you pushed his trousers and underwear down in one smooth motion so as to allow yourself room to move. the head of his cock was an angry red, glistening with precum and aching for your touch again. with your eyes focused on him, you trailed light kisses here and there along his length until he was practically whimpering above you. “please, baby,” he choked out. your thighs clenched together at the pet name, stephen only selectively using it in intimate moments such as these when the two of you were alone, and the sound was so sweet, so intoxicating, you couldn’t bear to tease him any longer.

you wrapped your lips around his shaft, trailing your tongue along a vein on the underside of it, coaxing a deep groan from stephen’s open mouth that shot straight to your core. his scarred hand clutched the back of your head, fisting your hair in his grip; firm, but not painful. it spurred you on further, and you continued to lick and suck on his cock, lewd noises traveling throughout the room as you pleasured him with your mouth. you looked back up at him and noticed that his eyes were squeezed shut as if overwhelmed by this level of stimulation, the man still struggling to drop his steely disposition and allowing himself to let go.

you felt his thighs clench and then his grip on your hair tightened as you flicked your tongue along the tip one more time. “fuck,” he rasped and your stomach clenched at the sound, and the next thing you knew, his cum was pouring down your throat in hot spurts and you quickly swallowed, careful to avoid any from spilling past your open mouth. pulling away, you wiped the corner of your lips and met his gaze again.

“how was that?” you asked with a satisfied grin.

“sweetest mouth on the sweetest girl,” he breathed. “now come here,” and tugged you on top of him while ridding you of your clothes in the process.

you slid off his tunic completely until you were both bare and then stephen was guiding your legs on either side of his hips to straddle him. “ride me,” he begged, hands sliding up your stomach and around the small of your back, fingers digging into your hipbones and teasing at your breasts—it was like he had to be touching you everywhere, indulging himself in the very essence of you.

aligning him with your entrance, you sank down on his cock as a relieved moan escaped your lips at having him inside you, soothing the ache that had formed there just from you pleasuring him alone. you had missed this: feeling him underneath you, around you, inside you. you knew it hadn’t even been that long since the two of you had last had sex, but you couldn’t get enough of him. behind closed doors, your hands were always on him, in his hair, lips pressing bruising kisses to exposed skin at every chance you got.

you pressed your hands onto his bare chest, anchoring yourself as your hips rolled against him, feeling him everywhere. his wiry pubic hair scratched along your clit, furthering your desire as the overstimulation spread throughout your veins and into your bones until all you could feel was him.

he held onto you tightly as he jutted his hips up into you, a cacophony of moans and heavy breathing and the squelching of your joined bodies filling about the room as he reached deeper inside of you until he hit the spongy tissue that had you seeing stars. stephen leaned up slightly, the new angle causing you to cry out and then his thumb was circling your clit teasingly before he slid his palm up to rest on your lower abdomen, pressing down on his cock buried inside you and then you were completely done for. “come on, love,” he coaxed. “cum on my cock, yeah?” he continued his movements, urging you to reach your release. even when you had tried to make this about him, he put your pleasure first; sweet, considerate, perfect man that he was. that thought alone had warmth spreading throughout your body as your release washed over you in waves, and you fell apart around him. stephen followed quickly thereafter, a sharp groan meeting your ears as he came inside you.

you collapsed on top of him, his arms sliding along your back and pulling you down on the bed, the two of you panting heavily. once you had caught your breath, you pressed a kiss to his chest, right above his heart.

he smiled up at you, his hair mussed and cheeks flushed. he looked so happy and carefree and so unlike the stoic sorcerer he had been when you first entered the room.

“you’re the most beautiful girl in the universe,” he said softly, running his thumb lovingly along your cheekbone.

you grinned cheekily at him. “you’re just saying that because i’m your wife.”

“my statement still stands, wife or not,” he replied. “though i can’t imagine being married to anyone else. i’m so lucky.” he brought your hand up to his lips and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. “thank you, love. for everything. i don’t know what i would do without you.”

your cheeks warmed. stephen had always been incredibly open with you about how he felt, but it still made you squirm in delight at hearing his appreciation for you.

“i think i’m the lucky one,” you replied. “i get to be loved by you.”

stephen slowly pulled out of you before conjuring a warm cloth in his hand to clean the mess between your thighs, gently nipping at your hipbone in the process, and then tucked you into bed alongside him. “i do love you,” he whispered. “more than anything.”

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geeky-politics-46 · 2 years

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I think I'll have my first Defender Strange story ready to post by the end of the weekend! It's based on an ask. I'm still getting comfortable writing him as a character, my Boo is Sinister as you can tell, but I'm really pleased with how it's going.

If you need your fill of Defender Strange I definitely recommend checking out @ironstrange1991 too! Top notch content for our ponytailed loverboy ❤

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strangelockd · 2 years

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You Put Flowers In My Hair

Pairing: Defender!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You go to the Renaissance Faire with Defender Strange and some fun activities take place. Will he allow it to happen?

Part 2 Here

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: light angst, mostly fluff

A/N: I got this idea obviously from going to Red Faire's. I love them so. I hope you all enjoy this one.

Crowds were bustling around open tents, the smells of leather and dirt wafting through your nose. It was springtime, the time of year were the local Renaissance Faire arrived in town and you could not be more excited about it. The costumes, the food and let alone the character interactions, it was a place to escape the everyday modern world. To your husband however, it resonated somewhat the opposite effect. Defender Strange never understood the appeal of going back to what he calls jokingly, “The Stone Age” but he always enjoys watching you in your costume excitedly frolicking around lost in the magic, it helped him forget the annoyance. Ever since he first laid eyes on you all he wanted to do was to bring you joy no matter what. It was always his pleasure to see you laugh, a smile widening across his face in pure joy when he makes you happy. There is nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

Hands clasped; Defender guided you over to a stall selling handmade flower crowns. Picking out one amongst the hundreds seemed almost impossible.

Excitement in your voice you asked, “There’s too many to choose from, help me pick”

Sifting through the floral headpieces with his slender fingers he selected one with a white and red rose pattern with black ribbon cascading down the back. Handing the payment to the teller he took the crown and placing it snugly upon your head. Opting for the colors matching his tunic which he just so happened to choose that day, he thought it fit with the event anyways.

“There, a crown fit for my princess,” placing a gentle kiss on your lips causing you to blush.

Returning a kiss to his soft lips, “Aw thanks babe, I love it”

A smile grew across his face Defender picked you up and twirled you around emitting a giggle from you. Placing both hands on his face to pull him in for another kiss. The world simply disappearing around you both. Your mouths melting together into a passionate kiss. Setting you down gently to wrap his arms around you pulling you in closer. Tilting your head back slowly with his index finger to deepen the kiss he felt you release a soft moan. Steadily pulling away he spoke with love in his tone, “You know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

Biting your lower lip to glance to the side you noticed a particular shop that caught your eye.

“Oh! I have a great idea! How about we get your hair braided? There’s a shop over there that works on hair and yours is too pretty to keep in a ponytail”

Stretching on your toes reaching upward to gently grope the hair tie off his head, slowly releasing the black and peppered threads that cascaded over his lean broad shoulders. He always looked so handsome with his hair down blowing in the breeze. Taking a free hand to gently thread your fingers through the silken strands only to gently tug on it from behind causing him to release a soft moan.

Whispering into the shell of his ear softly biting his ear lobe, “Besides…I’ll make it worth your while later if you do,” Releasing a gentle hum from his lips he closed his eyes slowly, his cock beginning to twitch in his trousers. He always smelled like vanilla and incense; you couldn’t put a finger on it exactly, but it carried its own fingerprint that always turned you on.

Making your way over to the braiding tent Defender takes a deep breath to sit down on the wooden plush stool with a slight hesitation in his voice, “Alright if that’s what will make you happy, I will comply. But you know how I feel about people touching my hair.”

Sitting across from him to reach for his hand, “I know babe, but I am a person, and you let me touch your hair”

He quickly glanced at you cocking his eyebrow to speak with a stern tone, “you’re not just a person, your mine, there is a vast difference my love”

“But think about how neat it’s going to look all curly later on,” biting your lower lip it got you going just thinking about it.

Closing his eyes he sat in silence, the maiden combing through his lengthy hair. Her dexterous fingers taking three strands to separate and begin forming a thick detailed French Braid. Working all the way down from his scalp to the tail end, completing the look with weaving a bright thin red ribbon through it, he looked adorable. But you would never admit that to him. Defender always tried to keep a serious profile, especially out in public.

“You look so dashing babe, and the ribbon is a really nice touch by the way”

Opening his blue eyes slowly, the maiden handed him a mirror for him to admire her handywork. His eyes growing slightly wide with a serious expression he began to blush a bit in his cheeks creeping up to his ears.

“It’s not too bad. I can see myself doing this more often for missions, it’s so much more manageable,” turning his head to the sides trying to get a better look.

“I don’t know about you, but I can get use to it, at least till bedtime. You know I love your hair down at night”

Defender smiling with agreement, he stood up to give the woman the payment for the hair thanking her with a gentle tone. Reaching for your hand he pulled you close to his side, wanting to walk together in unison.

Continuing down the path of festivities your eyes noticed a patch of daisies along with some characters clearly dressed as fairies. Clutching his hand tighter guiding him towards the plush green patch you kneeled into it. Defender opted to sit cross legged next to you, scouring the fresh flowers plucking them with a smooth delicacy. Looking about to find the most perfect looking daisies, taking a few hear and there collecting them in your palm. Noticing in the corner of your eye Defender was making what appears to be a flower crown.

“Wow babe I didn’t know you knew how to craft flower crowns. That’s so impressive!”

Blushing slightly still looking down in focus, “I use to make these all the time for Donna. She always loved them.” His slender scarred fingers beautifully lacing through the stems to weave each flower together so precisely. He would make such a great father…smiling as you sighed.

Your heart growing warm with the sentiment you couldn’t help but grab him by his chest to pull him in for a kiss. Sighing at the feeling of his warm soft mouth upon yours that sends a shiver from your head down to your spine. He smiled into the kiss giving a hum of delight, the vibration causing a heat to form in your core. He withdrew and you both were left slightly gasping for air.

A lopsided smile growing on his face, “What was all that about?”

“I was just imagining you being a father, you would be the best at it,” placing some of the daisies you plucked into his braided hair.

Humming at the idea of it Defender couldn’t help but be taken aback. Not in a bad way, far from it. These past few months he couldn’t help but have more invasive thoughts of you holding a little one. He saw how you were with children outside of the Sanctum; you were of no doubt a natural. Let alone the thought of your swollen belly growing with the love that you two would create caused his heart to grow strangely warm. It made his heart skip a beat every time he fantasized about it.

Leaning his head on your shoulder, “One day it will happen baby. I would love nothing more then for you to bear my children,” turning into the crook of your neck leaving a soft kiss. Your eyes close at the sudden sensation of his lips on your soft flesh. Tracing his nose up your neck to be a breath away from your face he cupped your cheek. Gazing into his bright cerulean eyes, “My darling…my precious Y/N,” he whispered brushing his lips onto yours again, gently spoiling your soft flesh with his full, tender lips. His whiskers tickling you that always felt much softer than they appeared. The scent of the daisies in his hair along with the sweetness of his flesh made your head spin.

Feeling you place a hand on his strong chest all he could think to fathom from his heart, “I love you (Y/N)”

“I love you too Stephen Strange,” moaning softly as he pulled you onto his lap. His long legs wrapping around you. Making it feel like a security blanket, together you stayed there for some time to bask in the moment enjoying each others embrace. Defenders head resting on top of yours he placed gentle kisses on your head.

It was getting late, and he knew you were getting tired but did not want to admit it.

“You want to head back to the Sanctum babe? You look like your about to fall asleep”

Giving out a quiet yawn stretching, “No…I’m fine. Just a bit longer please”

“Baby, I know you, trust me your tired. You’re practically leaning into me right now. Let’s head home. We can snuggle in our bed, and I’ll even rub your feet. Hows that sound?”

Tilting your head at the idea it did sound amazing.

He also did have a point, you just started to notice your feet aching and no doubt they were feeling sore and tired along with the rest of you. Nodding your head softly to place a hand on his, “Alright that sounds like a deal. Let’s go home please,” releasing another yawn that made Defender chuckle.

Asking with a curious tone, “Whats so funny?”

“Your just so adorable and I love it,” taking his index finger to boop your nose making you giggle slightly, a smile forming on his lips.

He stood upright slowly to extend a hand to you. His strong grasp aiding you upright. Brushing the grass off each other he reached for your hand giving it a squeeze. Guiding you both to a vacant spot he released you softly, sliding his sling ring between his fingers extending his arms outward. Using steady circular motions to cast a portal opening into your shared bedroom. Sparks flying, he placed a firm arm around the small of your waist guiding you both through the threshold.

Stepping into your shared bedroom Defender pulled you in for a tight embrace, feeling his firm broad chest warm your core.

Arms laced around his neck you stood on your tip toes to lean up for a kiss. Feeling the warmth of his soft lips against yours he trailed his hands down your back gripping your hips to pull you in as tight as possible. Releasing a soft moan from your mouth he chuckled in response.

Pulling away you groaned smiling, “someones feeling needy”

“You did say you would make it worth my while…” he stated with a hint of playfulness and a glimmer in his eyes. The tone in his voice dropping an octave, with that deep baritone you love so much, “I do want to cash in that offer you made earlier. Are you down for its baby?” Leaning down to nip your earlobe playfully. Sending a chill down your spine. He always knew how to press your buttons and get you going. Without missing a beat, you demanded, “Don’t just stand there, get on the bed”

(To be continued…)

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