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doctor's orders
Summary: When cramps send you home from work, your sweet boyfriend, Dr. James Wilson, is ready with your favorite comfort food and a flirty smirk, promising to make you feel so much better with a special prescribed treatment…
Pairing: James Wilson (House, MD) x Fem!Reader
Content Warning: some fluff, menstruation, brief mention of blood, medical kink, vaginal fingering, oral sex (kind of?), vaginal sex, period sex, porn with feelings, porn with plot, praise, established relationship
Word Count: 5.0k
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You’d barely made it to noon today before the dull ache in your lower belly had sharpened to feel like knives, twisting and radiating until you could hardly focus on anything but the pain. By early afternoon when the acetaminophen and extra coffee hadn’t worked, you gave in, informing Cuddy you needed to leave work early with a feigned smile as you tried not to apply pressure to your stomach. She didn’t need to ask the details; a look of sympathy and a nod was the confirmation she gave you to head home.
Part of you wished that Wilson could’ve come with you, but his role as head of oncology meant it was rare for him to get away. He was the sweetest boyfriend you could ask for, still managing to take care of you somehow, even in the hours of his absence – triple Doordashing pho, a pint of your favorite Ben & Jerry’s, and an extra box of pads to your shared apartment.
Wilson arrived home earlier than most weekdays, uncharacteristically leaving a stack of unfinished charts on his desk. As he stepped inside the apartment, sunlight still poured into the apartment he typically found illuminated by the glow of lamplight. The living room was quiet and he found you bundled on the couch beneath a throw blanket, the coffee table cluttered with the two empty food containers and a half-empty mug of chamomile tea.
“Still rough?” Wilson asks gently, coming to kneel beside you, fingers brushing strands of hair behind your ear.
You nodded, face scrunched as another cramp rolled through your abdomen. “Yeah… pretty sure my uterus is trying to kill me.”
He chuckled softly at your humor, but his brows were still furrowed in concern. “Scale of one to ten?” His gaze dropped down to the temperature control for your heating pad, making sure it was still on.
“Seven,” you muttered stiffly. “Even after the pain meds, tea, heat, a nap, comfort food…”
“Well, you’re just about pitiful, aren’t you?” Wilson teased lightly, real worry still laced in his tone. He pressed a warm kiss to your cheek before leaning back to observe you once again. “What are we going to do with you?”
You grumbled a bit at his sarcasm, but it did bring the focus away from your discomfort for a moment. “Not sure, I’m at a loss,” you groaned, shifting to support yourself on your forearm. “Maybe I just have to suffer. The curse of womanhood.”
“No, no. We can’t have that,” he insisted, his thumb tracing along the curve of your waist. Wilson’s eyes closed for a moment in thought, a soft hum vibrating in his throat as he sorted through different ideas in his mind. Then, eyes opening, a knowing smirk grew across his face.
“You know,” he started with a mixed tone of playful professionalism, “there is a treatment for dysmenorrhea that’s surprisingly effective. Evidence-based, even.” He raised an eyebrow at you suggestively.
You squinted at him, suspicious. “What? Some new prescription medicine I haven’t heard of?”
He shook his head, leaning in until his elbow was propped on the sofa cushion and your noses were nearly touching. His voice dropped into a low murmur as the word left his lips, “Orgasm.”
The word hung in the air and you felt your cheeks flush at the idea. “James, be serious!”
“I am!” He asserted, expression adamant. “Orgasms trigger the release of endorphins, dopamine, and oxytocin. They reduce cortisol levels, relax pelvic muscles, and increase blood flow, which can significantly alleviate menstrual cramps.”
You thought it was so adorable when he rambled on like that.
“Mhm,” you murmured, continuing with both doubt and intrigue. “So, you’re prescribing… sex. As a doctor or as my boyfriend?”
“Both…” Wilson said in a near whisper, a bashful expression flooding his face. “Is that so bad?”
You scoffed at his admission, knocking him back with a light-hearted push. “You’re impossible!”
“No, I’m practical,” he countered, “Look, the science checks out. Pain medicine studies show that sexual activity can reduce menstrual pain by up to 50% and uterine contractions during orgasm help expel prostaglandins, the pesky compounds causing those cramps. Plus… it’s a lot more fun than popping another Advil.”
You rolled your eyes, but his earnest and caring gaze made your resolve waver. “You’re really using medical jargon to seduce me right now?”
“Is it working?” he asked, his hand sliding up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing your skin. His touch was gentle, but there was an undercurrent of heat, and you felt your pulse quicken.
“Maybe,” you admitted softly as his lips hovered just shy of yours.
“Then let me take care of you,” he breathed, a promising tone in his voice. His eyes were warm and wide as he pleaded, “Please.”
Wilson’s insistence melted your restraint and you leaned forward in a rush to kiss him. Your lips met in a slow deliberate dance, immediately soothing your tense body and migrating the ache from your abdomen lower between your legs. His hands found your waist again, careful not to press too hard where you were tender as he lifted you from the couch, the heating pad slipping to the floor. You leaned into him involuntarily as you stood, the weakness of your limbs bringing your body flush with his, deepening your kiss.
He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his own full of warmth and care. “If anything hurts, you tell me, okay? We’re playing this by your rules.”
You nodded in agreement, a bit light-headed from the heat of your kiss. “Good,” he smiled, voice low. “Now, let’s see if we can’t get those endorphins flowing.”
Before you could even let out a chuckle, Wilson had scooped you into his arms. It was seamless – one arm hooking beneath your knees while the other cradled your back. Your arms instinctively looped around his neck and you were overwhelmed by the comforting certainty he would handle you with attentive care. You murmured something about being perfectly capable of walking, but it was half-hearted at best—and he knew it. You enjoyed being pampered like this. His arms were steady as he began to walk towards the bedroom, every step purposeful, but unhurried.
Once inside, Wilson lowered you gently onto the edge of the mattress, keeping one hand at your back until he was sure you were steady. “Stay right here,” he directed, making a quick ‘stop’ motion with his hand as he dipped into the adjacent bathroom.
He came back with a navy colored towel in his hand, unraveling it from its folded position as he came closer to the bed. He laid it out carefully across the sheets, smoothing the fabric down until it was perfectly flat.
“Just in case things get a little messy,” he said with a suggestive wink. Your eyes went wide at the thought, but he pressed a reassuring kiss to your cheek. “Don’t worry, baby. Lie back.” Wilson’s voice was soft as he nodded toward the spot.
You complied, crawling back to settle onto the towel-bordered region of the bed. Propping yourself up with a stack of pillows, you admired him quietly as he removed his dress shirt before moving to hover above your legs. You felt your heart back in your throat as his eyes locked with yours. There was something so vulnerable about opening up for him this way, it made every nerve stand on end.
“You’re still so tense,” he hummed, pressing a kiss to your calf. “That’s not helping the cramps. You need to relax, breathe – let the muscles loosen up.” His fingers moved to dip just under the waistband of your pants, testing your response.
You swallowed, your breath catching as another wave of heat bloomed through your veins. “And you’re the expert on relaxing me, huh?” you managed, your voice teasing but shaky, betraying how much his touch was affecting you.
Wilson’s lips curved into a devious smirk. “I’m an expert on you,” he said, his breath now warm against your ear. “And I also happen to have highly intimate knowledge of the human body.” His words were laced with a rich and tender confidence. He pressed a kiss just below your ear before continuing, “See… it’s not just about the release. It’s about getting you there – slowly… thoroughly.”
“O-oh,” was all that escaped your lips. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you processed his words, but you couldn’t look away from him.
Wilson’s gaze didn’t leave yours as he made his way back down your body. His fingers hovered at the edge of your sleep shorts, lightly brushing along the waistband, each touch sending a chill across your skin. His eyes watching you, looking up attentively as he pressed a trail of firm kisses to your sore abdomen. The gentle heat in the caress of his lips soothed a bit of the ache, motivating a barely audible sigh from your throat.
“Are you still with me, angel?” he asked, soft and low, the tone settling deep within your chest.
“Mhm,” you mumbled, eyes closed in relief. “Always.”
Wilson pressed a final kiss to your hip as his fingers hooked beneath your underwear, the fabric sliding down your legs with ease. As the clothes fell away, he leaned back into you, pressing a warm open-mouth kiss to the inside of your thigh, just above your knee. The sensitivity of the area and intimacy of his kiss surprised you, blurring your thoughts with want and encouraging a soft gasp. After placing a few more kisses down your thighs, he nestled between them, taking a moment to revel in the sight of you laid open to him before bringing himself to touch you. When he did, though, Wilson’s motions were precise – his right hand rested lightly against your lower belly, pressing just enough to ground you, while his dominant left traced slow, tantalizing patterns along your inner thighs, coaxing them apart with a gentle nudge.
“Breathe for me,” Wilson instructed, demonstrating a pattern for you to mimic.
You tried, inhaling an uneven breath as his fingers grazed over the mound of your sex, light and teasing. He stayed there for a moment, massaging you gently and making his way down to where you wanted him the most.
The first touch between your folds was electric, two fingers sliding between them before separating, putting you on full display for him. The exposure felt obscene, but the deep groan that escaped Wilson’s throat at the sight was even more salacious.
“God, you have the most beautiful pussy…” he said in a near growl, the tension in his jaw signaling just how much he was holding back. “You’re perfect.”
He took a deep breath himself before continuing, fingers now on either side of your aching clit.
“Right here… this is your clitoris,” Wilson began, bringing the pads of one to graze against the bud slowly. Your hips bucked slightly, and your nipples hardened further under his precise touch. He continued, voice just above a whisper, “This is where I start. It’s sensitive, responsive – stimulating it will ease your tension as it boosts blood flow and triggers a flood of endorphins to melt that pain away.”
His touch was unhurried, rubbing circles against your clit until your pussy and thighs were numb with tingling warmth. Wilson’s eyes darted between the methodical motions of his fingers and your reactions – the moans escaping your lips, the tremor of your thighs, the way your hands gripped desperately at the towel below you.
“Plus,” he purrs, “this always makes you fall apart so easily…”
As he continued to work your clit, switching to a figure-eight pattern, your mind was consumed not only by erotic bliss but by the intimate thought of just how well he knew you – your body, your needs, exactly how to make you feel better.
“I - I love you,” you whimpered, rocking into his touch.
Wilson kissed your hip bone and looked up at you, grinning. “I love you, too. Feeling good?”
You hummed in agreement, opening your legs a little wider for him.
“Ready for more?” his voice lilted as his fingers dipped lower towards your entrance.
You arched your back in an automatic response before the words quietly left you, “Yes…”
The tips of his fingers pressed into you, slowly sliding in and out, stretching you bit by bit until your cunt hit the base of them. You would never get over being full of him, whether it was his fingers or his dick, Wilson always felt like he was made to be inside of you.
He began to work you, softly applying pressure to your walls at a gentle pace. He had fingered you before, but never like this. It was sensual like other times, but slow and relaxing.
“I’m applying targeted pressure to the pelvic musculature to ease that deep-seated tension,” he murmured, his eyes locked on yours as he pressed slightly firmer, maintaining the same deliberate pace. “Slow and controlled is key – too quick, and it could cause muscular contraction rather than the relaxation we’re aiming for.”
The blend of his authoritative knowledge and the sensual undercurrent in his tone was unexpectedly arousing – it made your walls clench around him, which immediately he took account of.
“Oh? You like that?” he asked, a blend of shock and intrigue in his voice as his fingers stilled for a moment.
You bit your lip, nodding, a flush creeping up your cheeks as your walls clenched again, betraying the effect his words had on you. “Please…” you whined, a desperate, sensual plea, as you shifted beneath him.
His eyes darkened, a spark of surprise giving way to a sly grin that sent your pulse racing. “Mhm… you really like the doctor talk, don’t you?” he teased, his voice dropping to a husky, intimate purr as his fingers resumed their slow, purposeful rhythm, each movement calculated to unravel you further.
“God, yes,” you gasped, trembling. “Keep talking like that...”
He raised an eyebrow, his grin turning playfully authoritative as his fingers paused just enough to make you ache for more. “James, huh?” he murmured, voice low and laced with mock disapproval. “I think, given the treatment I’m administering, you should address me properly. Call me Dr. Wilson.” His tone was both mischievous and commanding, his gaze intense as he leaned closer, daring you to comply.
You whimpered, the shift in his demeanor sending a fresh wave of heat through you. “Fuck – yes, sir, Dr. Wilson,” you breathed, your voice dripping with desperate need, hips shifting to urge his fingers to move again. “Please – keep going… need you.”
His lips curved into a knowing, almost indulgent smile. “Good girl, addressing your doctor properly,” he murmured, his tone a perfect blend of teasing and reassurance as his fingers resumed their deliberate rhythm. “Now, I can proceed.”
You let out a soft, needy moan, your body melting under his touch at his words of praise.
“This next technique,” he continued, his voice dropping to a low, velvety hum, “involves applying counterpressure to your uterine region to ease discomfort while keeping those pelvic muscles soft and pliant.” As he spoke, his free hand pressed firmly yet carefully on your lower abdomen, grounding you in a way that felt both caring and possessive. “Plus, it keeps you nice and open for me – lets you feel every single thing I’m doing to you.” Wilson’s voice was vibrating hot across the sensitive skin of your inner thigh as his dominant hand continued its slow, deliberate kneading of your inner walls, each motion providing a balance of relief and pleasure
You could feel the weight of his gaze and could tell he was savoring the way your body surrendered to his touch, just how perfectly he could make you come apart. If that weren’t enough, the way he spoke, effortlessly switching between doctor and lover, made you even more susceptible to his efforts.
“This kind of stimulation,” he rambled on, “encourages blood flow and releases a flood of endorphins, making you… hm, let’s say – excessively sensitive to my care.” His smirk was wicked with pride as his fingers pressed just a touch deeper, coaxing a soft moan from you. He tilted his head slightly in response, feigning professional curiosity. “You’re feeling that already, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
Your body arched slightly, chasing the sensation, and he chuckled softly, a sound that was equal parts affection and mischief.
“Oh, I can tell you are,” he teased. “Because I can feel it.” he added smuggly. “The way your muscles are gripping my fingers – that slick, warm response… it’s telling me everything I need to know.”
His fingers shifted, sliding deeper with a purposeful curl. “Now, right here,” Wilson purred, full of confidence and desire as his pads brushed against the swollen area. “Just along the pubic bone is your G-spot.” You felt his fingers curl inside you, stroking the swollen, sensitive area with firm, rhythmic pressure that made your breath hitch. “By working this area just right, I can draw out all that tension and make the pleasure build slow and deep… just how you need it.”
As his fingers knocked against the spot at an increasing pace, your hands slid beneath your shirt, pinching your hardened nipples for added stimulation. “Fuck, uh – Dr. Wilson!” you begged, your voice a raw, desperate cry, barely coherent as your thighs quivered uncontrollably. “It’s so good – please, don’t stop.”
Just when you thought the bliss couldn’t be more overwhelming, his lips found your clit, warm and soft, kissing and suckling with a tenderness that tore a gasp from your chest. “James!” you sobbed, breaking the role play as you struggled to process the dual sensation — his fingers curling expertly against your G-spot and the light, needy flicks of his tongue.
You could tell he was tempted to pull away, to explain his reasoning for bringing all the methods together, but your fingers threaded tightly through his hair, tugging his mouth deeper against you. “Don’t you dare stop,” you growled, commanding, thick with desperation.
He complied, deepening the pressure of his curled fingers and flicking his tongue against your swollen bundle of nerves with renewed intensity. A loud, unrestrained moan tore from your lips, your hips bucking wildly toward him as you unraveled completely, your body and mind consumed by the pleasure he wielded with such masterful control.
He watched you from between your thighs as you came undone, eyes rolling back in your head and sobs falling from your lips. Only when he noticed you right on the edge did he replace his tongue with his thumb, rubbing you while talking you through your climax.
“That’s it,” he murmured, leaning over to kiss the soft flesh of your stomach. “Let go, my beautiful girl... let your body do what it’s meant to.”
“Yes, so so close – keep going,” you whimpered, continuing to roll your nipple between your thumb and index finger.
“I’ve got you, I’ll give you everything you need.” The assurance in his voice made you relax further in his arms, sighing as he continued his reverent touches. Each movement of his hand stoked the fire building in your core and soon, the room faded, narrowing to just him — his touch, his voice, his tender care.
His breath fanned across your skin, mumbling praises. “You’re so gorgeous like this” his voice was thick with awe. “So perfect.”
Wilson’s fingers pressed deeper, finding that sweet spot with a precision that made your breath catch, the tension in your core shifting, coiling tighter, transforming into something exquisite. Your hips rocked instinctively, chasing the sensation, your fingers still teasing your nipple, amplifying every pulse of pleasure. Your thighs trembled, quaking under the intensity, and a raw, broken moan spilled from your lips, your hands gripping the towel beneath you as you rode the crest.
Wilson’s voice, slurred with passion, washed over you like a man intoxicated, his eyes locked on you, drinking in every shudder.
“That’s right, cum for me…” he rasped, voice thick with desire, “Just let it take you – God, you’re so sexy when you fall apart like this.”
His fingers slowed but didn’t stop, curling gently to draw out every aftershock, each motion tender and measured as he guided you through the waves of pleasure. His lips brushed soft, adoring kisses along your inner thigh, warm and reverent, as you quivered beneath him. Slowly, the intensity began to ebb, leaving you enveloped in a hazy warmth, your body still thrumming with the echoes of release. Your thighs shook faintly as you reached for him, fingers grazing his arm in a weak attempt to ground yourself, your mind floating in a blissful, serene fog.
Wilson shifted closer, his touch steadying as he slid up beside you. He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, breath warm against your skin as he eased your head to rest against his shoulder, cradling you with quiet care. You melted into him, the intimacy of the moment grounding you as your breathing slowly steadied. Tilting your head, you caught his gaze and smiled softly up at him, your face still radiant with the glow of satisfaction.
“Feeling those endorphins?” he asked playfully, admiring your flushed cheeks.
“Mhm,” you murmured, a contented hum. “Might’ve made me feel too good, Dr. Wilson.”
“Too good, huh?” he teased, his lips quirking into a smug, delighted grin as he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face with his right hand.
“James,” you hummed, your tone turning flirtatious, a spark of bold want flickering in your eyes as you shifted closer, your body still humming with desire. “I think… maybe I need another dose. Something deeper.” Your words dripped with unashamed need and your gaze locked on his.
His jaw went slack for just a moment before lifting again, lips curling into a smirk as he leaned back slightly. “Another dose?” he said in surprise. “Well, darling, I can’t have you wanting for anything.” He paused, his gaze lingering on you, drinking in your flushed cheeks before shifting, standing from the bed deliberately. “Give me just a second,” he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before stepping a few feet away to the sink.
The soft rush of water filled the bathroom as Wilson turned on the faucet, lathering his hands with soap. You watched him intently, your gaze tracing the subtle flex of veins along his forearms as his fingers moved with practiced precision. He didn’t mention the faint traces of blood on his hands, washing them away with the same steady, unflappable confidence he carried into every surgical scrub-in. There was something undeniably sexy about it – the way he remained unfazed, his calm acceptance of your body’s natural rhythm a quiet testament to his years as a doctor. To Wilson, this was just biology, and he wasn’t about to let it stop him from soothing your pain or indulging the intense, hormone-fueled desire that surged through you each month, drawing you to him with a nearly primal need.
Wilson glanced back, catching your gaze with a soft, playful wink. “Almost done, love” he assured, drying his hands with slow, deliberate care, the towel gliding over his skin before he draped it neatly back on its hook.
As he returned to you, he quickly settled back between your thighs, admiring the view of your bare pussy on display. “Now,” he hummed, opening your thighs slightly wider once again. “about that deeper dose you wanted…” His fingers traced a featherlight teasing path along the curve of your hip, sending a cascade of goosebumps across your skin.
“James,” you gasped, closing your eyes at the sensation. Your body felt molten, pliant and yielding.
When you opened your eyes again, Wilson was hovering above you, warm brown eyes locked on yours, pleading. “Tell me what you need… please,” he begged, his voice cracking slightly as the ‘please’ slipped from his lips. He wanted desperately to please you (like always), to melt away any last whisper of pain and replace it with bliss.
Your body, still thrumming from the high of your earlier climax, felt unbound, every nerve alive with want. “I need you – all of you.” The endorphins had left you fearless, weightless, your body a live wire craving the intimacy of him filling you.
“Fuck… yeah, baby, anything you want.” His quiet groan vibrated against your throat as he momentarily shifted back away from you, slipping off his shirt and working down his boxer briefs before positioning himself above you once again.
He was achingly hard, his tip swollen and throbbing as he began sliding between your slick folds, teasingly grazing your entrance. The sensation of your soft warm entrance contrasting with the firmness of him sent a shiver of anticipation through you, a tingling spark that danced up your spine and coiled deep in your core.
A soft, desperate moan escaped your throat, “Mmm, yes…” Your back arched just slightly as you spoke.
“So ready for me, huh?” he purred, his lips brushing your jaw with slow, open-mouthed kisses. “You feel so good already – so warm and soft…,” His words were like a tender caress, opening both your heart and body to him further as you tilted your hips, urging him to press into you.
He entered you with a slow, measured thrust, filling you inch by inch, the stretch rich and deep, a perfect melding of pressure and pleasure. As he settled fully within you, you gasped, your walls clenching around him as your bodies fused in a seamless, intimate union.
“O-ohhh,” your voice raw and trembling, hands finding his shoulders, fingers gripping lightly as he began to move.
Each thrust was with a deliberate rhythm that sank into your core, drawing out every sensation. Every movement of him inside you was a warm, velvet pulse, the added slickness making each movement smoother and deeper. His hands roamed, one cradling your leg against his hip for an optimal angle while the other trailing up your side, fingers brushing beneath your shift to cup the curve of your breast.
“That’s it,” Wilson whispered, his voice a low, reverent hum, lips grazing the pulse point below your ear as he rocked into you, steady and deep. “You always take me so well...” His words of praise prompted you to tighten around him, drawing a low, appreciative groan from his chest.
His rhythm stayed slow, each thrust a tender, deliberate act of love, pulling you deeper into a wave of pleasure that set every nerve aglow with intimacy. The room hummed with it – the soft, wet sound of your bodies joining, the faint creak of the bed, and your mingled, breathless gasps weaving a quiet symphony of desire.
“More, deeper” you suddenly cried, your voice quivering with desperation, fingers trailing down his back, nails dragging lightly as you pulled him closer, craving the weight of him, the fullness. “You’re… everything.”
The pleasure sharpened as he responded. Wilson’s hand slid to your lower back, lifting you slightly to angle himself deeper, his pace growing a touch more urgent, each movement sending waves of pleasure radiating through you. Your body trembled under the intensity, eliciting a pitiful pleased whimper from you.
“Sh, shh… I’ve got you,” he hummed against your cheek, pressing you flush against . “I’ve got you, angel.”
His hand slipped between you, fingers finding your clit once again, circling with a skillful touch that rippled through your body until your muscles were loose and trembling. Soon, your clit was numb with aching pleasure and pressure began to coil tightly in your abdomen. His lips hovered over yours, breath mingling, as he watched you unravel.
“J-James!” you cried, voice breaking, your body bowing against him as all the sensations blinded you. The endorphins amplified every thrust, every brush of his fingers, into a symphony of sensation, causing your moans to rise, desperate and unrestrained. Your hands clutched at him, nails biting into his shoulder blades as you clung to the edge.
“Let go for me again,” he urged, lips brushing yours in a fleeting kiss that tasted of sweat as he drove you higher. “I want to feel you cum around me.”
His words, his rhythm, the heat of him, felt intoxicating and your climax crashed through you, a deep, shuddering wave that consumed you entirely. Your cunt clenched around him, your cries mingling with his groans as he followed, his release a warm, grounding pulse inside you, sealing the intimacy of the moment.
As the aftershocks rippled through you, your body felt heavy and warm. There was no trace of your earlier discomfort, only languid glowing satisfaction.
Wilson pressed soft, lingering kisses to your lips and then your forehead, as you separated, settling into the quiet hum of the room. He wrapped his arms around you, cradling you close, his steady heartbeat thumping against your flushed cheek pressed to him.
You smiled, breathless, fingers tracing mindless swirls along his chest. “That… was beyond words,” you whispered, voice rich with gratitude, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
He chuckled, that familiar dry wit surfacing.. “Beyond words, huh? I’ll take that as a five-star review,” he teased. “How about a shower? Warm water to keep you this relaxed… maybe a little more pampering.” His fingers trailed lightly down your arm.
The thought of steaming water and his hands gliding over you again making your pulse quicken. You laughed softly and nodded. “A shower sounds perfect. You gonna keep spoiling me in there?” Your eyes met his, with a spark of mischief matching his own.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he smiled, helping you sit up, his touch steady and warm, “spoiling you is my favorite part.” He pressed a fleeting, tender kiss to your lips before standing and offering his hand. You took it, your heart fluttering as his warm grip guided you toward the bathroom, the promise of steamy water and his gentle, devoted touches wrapping you in a glow of anticipation, ready to melt into him again.
baby boy, you got it all wrong! the fact that i’m sucking you off doesn’t mean you’re in charge. you’re not in charge of anything—at least not inside this room. your pretty cock is in my mouth because it’s pleasant for me, because i get wet when i feel it twitch on my tongue. i’m doing this because your moans are so sweet as you desperately try to thrust yourself into me, seeking whatever i have to give you. and don’t even try to grab my hair and force me to swallow you deeper—it will only get you punished and restrained. i fucking own you. you only get to cum when i say so.
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average slimecicle viewing experience
I just know Charlie got a boner from talking with Sophie. That little whore.
charlie tummy as a treat <3
I think his tummy is cute :3
Is it just me or does anyone else get really fucking sad when Charlie mentions he feels bad for one of the characters in date everything. Like I want him to feel bad and want to fix me :(
The Doctor Will See You Now (Stephen Strange x Reader)
Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader
Summary: Nervous for your first ob-gyn visit, you meet the handsome Doctor Stephen Strange. As he guides you through the examination, a mix of anxiety and attraction brews.
Warnings: SMUT over 18+ ONLY, semi-public sex, creampie, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem receiving)
AN: Just had my first cervical exam so...
“Hi, I’ve got an appointment at 4:00.” You leaned against the counter while the receptionist behind it typed away at her computer.
“Your name?”
“Y/N, L/N”
“Great, I’ve checked you in. If you can have a seat, one of the doctors will come out and call you.” She gave you a reassuring smile. You took a seat in the waiting room. It was a cold, bright room that was illuminated with harsh LED white lights. In the background, played some local radio station. You were feeling anxious. It would be your first time seeing an ob-gyn, and the thought of being bare from the waist down to a complete stranger was intimidating, even more so if the doctor wasn’t a woman.
You looked around the room to see some other patients of all ages waiting. Mostly women, but a handful of men. It was nice to know some men actually cared about their sexual health.
You waited patiently as patients came and went, scrolling through Instagram to past the time or just sitting alone in your thoughts, periodically skipping through songs on Spotify. Suddenly, the big doors leading to the examination rooms swung open, and a man walked through, clipboard in hand. All eyes followed, hopeful to be the next one called.
The doctor, tall, with a slender figure and dark hair graced by white at his temples, wore navy blue scrubs beneath a white lab coat. He wore a face mask which he took off revealing a sharp jawline and high cheek bones.
“Y/N? Y/N L/N.” He spoke in a low baritone voice, scanning the room. You lifted your hand and quickly grabbed your things, standing up to meet him. His eyes met yours, and smiled.
“Hi, I’m Doctor Stephen Strange, and I’ll be conducting the examination and tests with you.”
“Hi,” you replied, a touch more nervous at the realization that your doctor was a man- even worse, an attractive one at that. He looked slightly older than you, probably in his late 30’s early 40’s But his clean-shaven face and styled hair, made him look younger.
“You can follow me this way.” He held the door open for you to walk through and led you down a hallway. You followed him, watching the white coat billowing behind.
“The room is just down here.” He motioned to the examination room at the end of the hall.
“Just take a seat in the blue chair by the computer, please.” You nodded and took a seat, scanning the room you were in. The room was small and sterile, with white walls and tile floors. A single circular window offered a view of the city below.
On the wall by the door were a couple of large posters. One with the different forms of contraception and the other an infographic of the female reproductive system. Your eyes scanned the poster, and you felt a slight shiver run down your spine. You knew that this doctor would be examining your reproductive system in just a few minutes, and you couldn't help but feel nervous. He was an attractive man- a part of you just hoped you wouldn't embarrass yourself by doing anything inappropriate during your examination.
Doctor Strange sat at the computer, reading up on your record on the clipboard, and he cleared his throat and met your eyes.
“So, how are you feeling today?"
"Good. Just a little nervous." You admitted.
"That's understandable." Doctor Strange said. "But I promise that I'll make this as comfortable as possible for you." You nodded.
“I just have to ask you some questions before we start. Is that okay?”
“Yes.” You replied. He looked back to his computer and pulled up a long form.
“Can you recall when your last menstrual period was?”
“Umm, about two weeks ago.”
“Normal bleeding?”
“It’s been pretty irregular since I had the implant inserted a couple of months ago. I’ve heard it might just be the hormones?” You fiddle with your thumbs.
“Most likely. The progesterone in Nexplanon often induces variations in the menstrual cycle. But we’ll assess and rule out any potential underlying concerns." A reassuring smile accompanied the explanation.
“Great.”
“Are you currently taking any medication or supplements?”
“No medication, but I am taking some vitamin D supplements.” This earned a small chuckle from him as he typed. “That’s a good idea during this gloomy time.”
“Just trying anything to combat the seasonal depression.” you joked.
“Maybe I’ll give that a shot.” He smirked.
Doctor Strange continued asking you questions, delving into your medical history and current health. He diligently typed your answers into the computer.
Your eyes flickered down to his fingers with each keystroke. His hands were big and the pads of his fingertips were almost the size of the keys themselves. Your eyes roamed up to the prominent veins etched on his hands, and you wondered how they would might feel pressed against your skin-
“And, when was the last time you had sex?” This took you out of your trance. You choked on your breath, a bit startled by the question. You knew it was routine—a standard procedure at a sexual health clinic. Yet, discussing your sexual history with a stranger felt strangely awkward. It was the kind of conversation you'd normally have with your best friend, someone who knew every detail of your life.
“Oh, um, probably 4 months ago.” The thought of your ex boyfriend brought a bad taste to your mouth.
“Was it oral or vaginal?”
“Both.” You said shyly.
“Both.” He murmured under his breath.
“And was the oral sex female or male receiving?”
“Male.” Unfortunately for me.
“Was this with a partner or casual?”
“A partner- well, a former partner.”
"I'm sorry to hear that," he expressed sympathy. You shrugged, shaking your head.
"No don’t be. It's actually a blessing, more time for other important things."
"Let me guess... Playing the piano and reading?" you quirked an eyebrow.
"Yes..? How did you—"
He pointed to your purse at your on the floor. "You've got a piano keychain on your purse, plus I’d recognize 1984 anywhere. Just putting two and two together."
"You're quite observant."
"It’s what makes me a good doctor," he responded, the trace of a smile lingering on his lips before he cleared his throat and shifted his attention back to the computer.
“So that’s all the questions. I’m just going to take your height, weight and blood pressure before we proceed with the exam. If you can stand on the scale for me.” He motioned over the scale in the corner of the room. After taking your weight, he showed you where to stand to take your height.
“If I can have you here..” He gently placed his hands on either side of your arms and subtly shifted you to the correct position. Standing close, he measured your height, his baritone voice murmuring softly as he read the numbers above your head. His demeanour, a blend of professionalism and subtle warmth, left an intriguing impression on you. Stepping back, he instructed you to take a seat for the blood pressure test.
You nodded and rolled your sleeve up, exposing one of your tattoos. He rolled his chair towards you, taking your arm and wrapping the blood pressure sleeve around your bicep, his eyes flickering down to your tattoo of a treble and bass clef in the shape of a heart.
"That's a lovely tattoo," he complimented with a smile. "Any special meaning?"
“I just love music.” you chuckled. “So much so I’m doing a masters in NYU in Music Theory.”
“Impressive.” He commented. “I take it you’re quite skilled at playing instruments.”
“Piano mostly. I could probably make it with the violin and the French horn as I grew up playing those as well.”
“Quite a range. I have a baby grand at home, though my duties as a doctor don't afford much playing time."
"You must play well. No one just has a baby grand in their home. Maybe you’re just as skilled as I am." you teased, earning a smirk.
"Observant, aren't you?"
"You’re rubbing off on me already," you quipped, realizing right after your unintended flirtation. Fortunately, the blood pressure machine's timely interruption spared you the potential embarrassment of Doctor Strange witnessing your flushed face.
"So- Before we proceed with the examination, let me outline the tests we'll be conducting today. We'll check for STIs like gonorrhoea or chlamydia, BV and thrush, HPV, and perform a pap smear and pelvic exam," he explained.
“Okay.” you replied.
Standing, he moved to the other side of the room, drawing back a yellow curtain to reveal an examination table. A crisp white paper sheet ran down its length, with stirrups at the end for leg support.
“So you’ll need to take everything off from the waist down, lie back on the table, and position yourself at the edge," he instructed, tearing off a piece of the sheet. "Here's a covering for you while you're on the table." You nodded, and as you approached the exam table, he closed the curtain to give you some privacy during the undressing process.
"I'll be back shortly with all the necessary supplies," he assured.
"Okay," You responded, and the door closed behind him as he exited the room.
You positioned yourself by the bed, swiftly removing your pants and underwear. Folding them neatly, you placed them on the chair next to the head of the exam table, subtly concealing your underwear beneath your pants.
As you lay back on the table, draping the paper sheet over the exposed lower half of your body, the realization hit you—this was really happening. Your gaze fixated on the light fixture above, and the door creaked open.
You could hear him on the other side of the curtain, likely organizing the tools needed for the examination.
"Just locking the door to ensure privacy during the exam," he informed.
"Okay." The prospect of being alone with him in a locked room, your lower half exposed, triggered a whirlwind of thoughts. It was probably all routine for him. You’re just another patient.
"All set up. Ready for me to pull back the curtain?" he asked.
“Yes, I’m ready.” He pulled back the curtain, looking down at you as you lay before him. Your eyes met his, and this made your thighs twitch a little. He sat down at the other end, between your legs and pulled the table holding all the supplies towards him.
"Could you shift a bit more towards the edge?"
"Um, yeah, sure." You attempted to move, struggling a bit due to the stirrups.
“I know, I’m sorry, it can be quite difficult,” he reassured, aiding you by holding the stirrups in place, and his hand subtly grazed your inner calf. Eventually, you managed to shift forward enough for him to proceed.
“Now, I’m just going to lift the table up.” He informed you. The table started to move up until you were almost at eye level with him. You laid back, hearing him putting on latex gloves on his hands.
“Before we begin the exam. I’ll be examining the outside of your vagina to make sure that everything looks okay.” You nodded, and you started to feel your face heat up as he pulled back the paper covering you, exposing your vagina to him. You let out a soft exhale as you felt his warm, gloved fingers open and move your vulva to the side. Before you could think much of it, it was over.
“Everything looks good, now for the swab tests. Again, the first test will be the STI screening test, and I’ll be inserting a swab inside your vagina. Shouldn’t hurt, but please let me know if you feel any discomfort.”
“Sure.” You nodded. You felt a thin object slide into your vagina with ease. He twisted the swab before removing it and placing it in a test tube.
“Next will be the internal exam, I’ll use the speculum to gently widen your vagina so then I can collect a small sample.” You nodded.
“Have you had an internal exam before?”
“No.”
“Would you like to see what it looks like before I start?” You nodded, and he held up the plastic instrument. It looked quite small initially before he started to open it, showing you how it works.
“This might cause some discomfort, so please don’t hesitate to tell me to stop.”
“Okay..” You breathed, laying back down on the table. Before you knew it, you felt the cold, lubed-up plastic tool sliding into your vagina. You took a sharp breath, and your thighs started to quiver.
“It’s okay, Y/N. Just breathe.” he spoke in a in a soothing manner. You felt a hand on your inner thigh- like that was going to help you relax any more. Your thighs trembled under his touch, all a mix of nervousness, and discomfort and just a hint of arousal as you felt his thumb lightly caressing your inner thigh. You squeezed your eyes shut, lightly gripping the hem of your shirt, trying to focus on your breathing and not so much the discomfort the speculum was causing.
“You’re doing well.” He spoke as he inserted the small brush to collect the sample from your cervix, then inserted cotton swabs for the other tests.
“Just one more..”
The last swab test was done, and Doctor Strange closed the speculum and slid it out of you.
“How are you feeling?” You opened your eyes and nodded.
“I’m okay.”
“Would you like to take a break before I proceed with the pelvic exam?”
“I think I’m okay.”
“This shouldn’t cause much discomfort as the speculum, but I’ll be gentle.” He quickly changed out his gloves for a new pair and squirted some lube on his fingers. He placed a hand on your lower stomach before slowly inserting two fingers into you. Oh god-
“Tell me if this is okay…”
It was more than fucking okay. Not having sex in 3 months was going to be the death of you.
“I-it’s okay.” you stuttered. His hand started to press into your stomach as his fingers moved in a circular motion, palpating the organs within. You felt a slight pressure, but it was not painful, more like a gentle exploration.
The examination continued, Doctor Strange’s movements were precise yet gentle. As if you were an instrument, he was expertly playing. His fingers were thick and felt amazing inside you. No one- not even your stupid past boyfriends had been able to make you feel like this during sex.
The feeling was getting almost overwhelming for you, and it caused you to roll your head back into the exam table and let out a soft moan. Oh fuck.
The silence was broken, with Doctor Strange clearing his throat and withdrawing his fingers from you.
“I-I am so sorry. I- I didn’t mean to do that. God-” You quickly covered yourself with the sheet in shame. You watch as Doctor Strange removed his gloves with a loud pop from the latex before tossing them into the trash. For a moment, he was silent, as if he was trying to assess the awkward situation you had put on him.
He stood up, quickly glancing over to the locked door, before turning his head back over to you, his eyes scanning your bare legs.
“Are you sure?” You raised an eyebrow at him, confused about what he had meant.
“You said you didn’t mean to do that- but why do I get the feeling you were..enjoying it?”
Your face burned, unable to answer his sudden questioning. You tried to deny it, although deep inside, you know his words to be true.
“The way you looked at me this whole time. The way your body has responded to my every touch. Not to mention how soaking wet you were when I put my fingers inside you. Surely you could feel your arousal dripping onto my table?”
He was now towering over you; his cold blue eyes were darkened with lust.
“I’m sorry about the table.” You gave him an innocent look, which caused him to smirk.
“No, you’re not.”
He shed his coat, tossing it casually beside your neatly folded pants and underwear. Your eyes couldn't help but trace the contours of his arms sculpted with toned muscles, veins subtly weaving along their sides. A lump formed in your throat as you swallowed, caught in a moment of silent admiration for this god-like man standing before you.
He walked back around to the edge of the table. You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch him from between your legs. He looked at you before pulling the curtain close and moving the exam table down a bit.
“I just need a taste.” He groaned, then buried his head between your legs.
“Oh fuck-” You breathed out, feeling his mouth envelop you. You let out a shaky breath as he found your clit a moved his tongue across it, softly playing with it with the tip of his tongue. He placed each hand on either side of your thigh to hold you open and keep your hips from moving while his mouth worked on you.
“Talk to me, sweetie.” He said before pushing his tongue inside you.
“Oh my god..” You groaned, your eyes rolling back. You physically couldn’t speak, not properly, that is.
“Tell me how good this feels.”
“It-it feels so good, Doctor-” You managed to say. He pulled his face away from you for a moment, and you looked down at him, the bottom half of his face wet with your slick- which made him even more sexy.
With his fingers, he traced your slit slowly, watching you twitch every time his finger brushed against your clit.
“Look at you.” He licked his lips as if he was a starved man. “Look how your body responds to me. No one has ever made you like this, have they? Not even your idiot ex-boyfriend who doesn’t know how to eat cunt.” You vigorously shook your head, wanting him to stop talking and continue where he had left off. You were close, and somehow you knew that he knew that.
“Please. I need more.” You moaned.
He carefully pushed his finger into you, his eyes never leaving yours. He added another finger, watching you carefully, and he curled his fingers up to caress your g-spot. He moved his fingers back and forth in this motion, finding arousal not only from your body but your reactions.
“I can see you’re close, sweetie. Don’t hesitate. Give me a taste of your sweet nectar.”
He leaned back in and found your clit easily- sucking hard then flicking his tongue against the small sensitive bud that immediately sent you over the edge.
You let out a choked groan, hips buckling against his face as you came and flooded his mouth with your cum.
He removed his mouth from you, and you looked down at him, seeing your arousal drip from his chin. His mouth twitched up in a small smile as he stood. He grabbed the end of his shirt to remove it in one fell swoop.
“No- wait.” you stopped him. His eyes quickly flicked with concern.
“Um...Can you leave it on..?” He gave you a look of confusion before understanding what you were asking of him.
“Are you saying you want me to fuck you with my scrubs on?”
You nodded shyly, wanting to fulfil the fantasy of fucking a Doctor.
He hid his wide smile and shook his head in disbelief. “Ohh, you dirty girl.” He pushed the waistband of his pants down to his mid-thigh, and you watched his cock, sprang up from out of his boxers. My God was he was thick. When you thought the speculum opened you up too wide, you wondered how his cock would feel stuffed inside you.
“Is this okay?” The lust from his eyes disappeared for a moment when he asked. You reassured him with a nod.
“All I want is you right now, Doctor.” his eyes darkened once again, and he lined the thick head of his cock at your entrance, using some of your cum as lube. He put one hand on your knee and the other on the base of his cock to steady himself as he pushed inside you. You squeezed your breast as he moved slowly, inch by inch.
“Shit-” He breathed once he was sheathed inside of you. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his breathing shallowed.
“Are you okay?” He asked once again.
“I-I’m fine. You’re just too big.” The corner of his mouth twitched, almost like he was proud of his size. Who wouldn’t be?
He rubbed your lower stomach soothingly, saying, “Just breathe, relax your core for me.” You nodded, trying to relax until the pain started to transition into pleasure.
“Okay, you can start moving now.” He nodded. He pulled his hips back a little, watching his cock inch out of you before pushing himself back into your heat. He continued this slow, shallow pace until he could move in with ease.
“Fuck-” You allowed yourself a soft moan, letting your head roll back from his thrusts.
“God, you’re so tight I might actually cum.” He stilled, moving his hands across your legs and touching your skin.
“I don’t mind.” You winked teasingly.
“And cut all of this short? I’ll fuck you all day if I could.” Your face warmed up at the idea. He rocked his hips back and forth, holding you by your legs to pull you into him. You gripped the sides of the examination table, letting out a guttural groan with his every thrust. You didn’t know it was possible to feel this much pleasure.
“I’m so close, Doctor.”
“Stephen. Call me Stephen.”
“Cum with me, Stephen, please.” You begged, watching him fuck you in an animalistic nature.
“Oh, Y/N-” After a couple of thrusts, you felt his cock throb inside your walls at the same time, the pressure in your stomach began to roll over. Gripping your thighs tight, he thrust into you one more time as deep as he could, letting his cock pump his cum into you.
His head fell back as his orgasm coursed through him, wave after wave, until Stephen filled you up to the brim. You felt the slick of your combined arousal leak out of you, dripping down between your ass.
He ground his hips to keep his cum from spilling out completely. He looked up from where you two met, and you reciprocated his exhausted smile. Your eyes were glassy with tears from the intense orgasm that had left your body and thighs shaking. His chest heaved deeply with each intake of breath.
Whilst still inside you, Stephen carefully moved your legs from off the stirrups, placing them down on the tabletop carefully. He got on top of you carefully to hold you for just a moment.
He lifted his head to look at you, sweaty and dishevelled. He leaned down to give you a kiss. You could still taste yourself on his lips, but it didn’t matter.
“We should do this again.” You broke the silence as he pulled his softening cock out of you. You groaned softly, suddenly feeling empty.
“Oh sweetie, give me at least 10 minutes before we start again.” He laid by your side with a deep groan.
“No, I mean in general, old man.” You teased. “I want to do this again sometime.”
“Come over for dinner tonight, and I can show you more.” his lips curled into a teasing smile.
“Like your baby grand?” He let out a deep laugh. “Only if you promise to play something for me.”
“Fuck me good, and we’ll see.”
“Oh baby, there’s no doubt about that.” He smirked, pulling you into another deep kiss again. A thought popped into your head, and you pushed him back gently.
“By the way, was everything good..you know, down there?” He responded with a light-hearted chuckle to your unexpected inquiry and gave you a kiss on your temple.
“Yes, you're perfectly healthy.”
Nutting
Kinktober 2023 - Day 6
Sex Tape with Doctor Stephen Strange
"A Picture Is Worth 1000 Words"
Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!
Summary: You are feeling self-concious & down on your appearance, but Stephen has an unconventional idea of how to make you realize how sexy & beautiful you really are.
Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - body image issues, voyeurism & exhibitionism via photo & video, dirty talk, swearing, pet names, oral sex, creampie, vaginal sex, slight daddy kink, a bit of fluff & a little angst.
You weren't even sure what had triggered your self-image issues at the moment. Honest to God, you were just sitting in bed watching a YouTube video, pursuing the sidebar recommended videos when you started comparing yourself to other people.
It didn't matter if it was just a random ad or a promo for a TV show. You started sizing yourself up to all the actresses, models, and even some normal people. No matter who it was, you felt you couldn't compare.
Your stomach was too big. Your butt was too small. You were too short. Too plain looking. Hell, sometimes you weren't even sure how you compared to average. You didn't think you were hideous, but you forever felt like the ugly duckling. Like the potential to be beautiful was there. It just never blossomed. Or, like you sabotaged being pretty by not having enough restraint to eat better or lose weight.
For once in your life, you wanted to be the bombshell. You were too weird to be the girl next door. You always fell into the quirky/cute and funny category. People fell for you once they got to know your personality, but you knew that never once had you stopped a guy dead in his tracks across the room.
In an effort to make yourself feel smaller, you dug around for your massive old sweatshirt. The one you wore whenever you were feeling sad. The material had piled up in places, and it was starting to get holes in others, but the super stretchy material still felt just as big and cozy as if it was brand new. The dark eggplant purple color was also somehow soothing compared to the mostly blacks and grays of your daily wardrobe.
You had settled back in, deep in your own thoughts, when your partner entered the bedroom. You had been with Doctor Stephen Strange for a while now. Long enough that you had more or less informally moved into the Sanctum. You got to spend more time with Stephen and didn't have to pay rent. It was a win-win. The only downside was that you couldn't hide from him when your inner demons reared up.
You didn't even realize he had been talking to you as he changed out of his sorcerer's robes and into his sweats for bed. It wasn't until he sat down in front of you and lifted your chin up to look directly at him that you realized you weren't paying any attention to a thing he was saying.
"What's wrong, sweetie?"
You hated the genuine concern on his face. He spent his days literally saving the universe, and here you were trapped inside your own spiraling thoughts.
"Nothing is wrong."
You said it while staring down at your hands. You were never good at hiding things from Stephen when you were face to face.
"Even if I wasn't a brilliant doctor, MD, and PhD, I know that's your 'I'm sad' sweatshirt. So something is definitely wrong."
You closed your eyes and shook your head, trying to jiggle loose the thoughts that were waying you down. Not wanting to waste Stephen's time with your shallow worries. Yeah, he was your boyfriend, but he had plenty more vastly important things to do than talk you off a self-image cliff.
"It's stupid, Stephen."
"Don't care. You've listened to me say stupid stuff plenty of times. This just makes us one closer to even."
You rolled your eyes at him, and you knew he wasn't about to give up. Stephen was the most stubborn person you had ever met. In fact, his stubbornness was part of why he pursued you for so long before you finally agreed to go out with him. If he was set on finding out what was bothering you, nothing would stop him until you told him.
So after another moment of trying to get him off the topic, you finally relented and told him what had you feeling down. Shrinking down farther into your sweatshirt as you spoke, fumbling for the right words. Letting the cozy fabric serve as its own kind of armor.
"I don't even know what got me thinking it, but I'm just feeling down on myself. That there just isn't anything about me physically that is special. I don't think I'm ugly, I just don't get why you bothered to even give me a second glance. Let alone what keeps you interested. You are the great Doctor Strange. You are so hot, Stephen, and I'm just me. I'm just plain. I'm chubby with stretch marks. You are gorgeous. You could literally be with the most beautiful women in the world."
You could see him almost flinch when you called yourself plain and that you doubted how enamored he was with you. Even if he knew it was only a passing thought, he never wanted you to question his love for you. Ever.
When it took a few moments for him to say anything in response, you immediately started to take it all back. Not wanting to drag him down into your funk with you.
"See, I shouldn't have said anything, I'm just having a bad night and -"
Stephen cut you off with a passionate kiss. The kind of kiss that could make you forget your own name. Cupping your face in both of his hands before pulling away from your lips to place several more small kisses on your forehead and in your hairline. Gradually adjusting so he could pull you closer and wrap his arms tighter around you.
"First of all, I love you so much you don't even know. So don't think for one second I would rather be with anyone else. Second of all, I know that you don't necessarily see what I see when you look in the mirror, and you don't even have to believe me, but you are gorgeous. Do you not see that half the other guys practically trail you around like puppies? Rogers turns bright red when you smile at him, and it's a wonder Barnes and Wilson haven't followed you home like strays yet."
That made you laugh. You did know Steve had harbored a crush on you before you started dating Stephen. Tony had let that spill one night after a party. Both Sam and Bucky were such flirts all the time with everyone. Of course, they always acted sweet on you. You assumed it was just them or their way of being nice. You would have to pay better attention next time you saw them, though. Just to see.
"If one of them does follow me home, can I keep him?"
You squinted your eyes and pouted your lips at Stephen. You loved giving him a hard time, and he loved giving you one right back.
"Absolutely not. Even if they scratch and howl at the door all night long. I'm the only one who gets to keep strays, and that only applies to America. On a good day, maybe Parker."
You giggled and shook your head in agreement. America was definitely a great addition to your little family. It did lift your spirits a little thinking about all of that, but it still didn't leave you feeling better about yourself.
Stephen could see the way you were picking at the skin on your hands. Like you were trying to pick away the self-consciousness or what you felt were imperfections. It was a habit he noticed you fell into when you were extra hard on yourself. So, in an effort to distract you and stop you from picking at your skin, he took one of your hands in both of his.
"Do you remember the day you held my hand the first time? Do you have any idea how terrified I was? I was terrified that you were suddenly going to realize how broken and ugly my hands are. How damaged I am, and realize just how below your own league you were dating. Still are, by the way, so maybe I shouldn't say anything. You are the sexiest most beautiful woman I have ever met, inside and out. Every inch of you is incredible and perfect to me. I thought that before you even said a word to me, and getting to know you, and falling in love with you has only made me more sure. There is no one in this universe I could ever find sexier or more special."
"Tell you what, I have an idea..."
Stephen stood up from the bed, moving over to shut the bedroom door. Throwing the lock, too. Now that you had a teenager running about the Sanctum, it was better safe than sorry. Then, he pulled his phone from his pocket. Setting it on airplane mode as he walked back over to you.
"How about I show you what I see? Give you some actual physical proof of how beautiful you are? A picture is worth a thousand words. I imagine some more revealing, naughty photos would be worth even more."
You chuffed at him and raised a questioning brow at his suggestion.
"Stephen, are you seriously suggesting that I let you take naked photos of me as a way of making me feel better about myself? Are you sure that isn't just gonna make you feel better?"
His signature cheeky grin was plastered on his face, and his bright blue eyes were twinkling with mischief.
"Can't it do both? Besides, you know I've asked before for something I can enjoy when I can't have you with me, and I think you look perfect right now. Already in our bed. Already cozy and dressed for bed. Few layers to take off. This is the you I want to see when I'm not here with you."
He came over to where you were still sitting on the bed. An extra swagger in his step and a grin because of the blush you were now sporting. He started to pull teasingly at the hem of your sweatshirt with the hand he didn't have his phone in.
"Come on, take this off. I want you to see how sexy you are. I promise I will let you delete them if you want, although I certainly wouldn't mind keeping a couple for myself, but I want you to see how you look when it's just you and me. Right here, in this bed. The version of you that only I get to see, at least I do hope it's only me. A woman who puts all those supermodels and Playmates to shame. Even first thing in the morning. A goddess if one ever existed, even with bedhead and morning breath."
Layer by layer, you let Stephen slowly strip off your clothes and arrange you on the bed. His fingers and lips adoring every new inch of skin that he exposed before proceeding to take picture after picture. Lovingly caressing every spot you deemed less than perfect. Letting him talk you through pose after pose. Some were simple and basic, normal poses. Some a bit more sultry with little left to imagine. The less clothing remained, the more bold he got with your poses.
As your impromptu photoshoot went on, he also tried to distract you from feeling self-conscious about your body coming into view. Sometimes, by making you laugh. Sometimes, by getting a goofy look on his face as he just kind of stared at you. Almost awestruck.
"You really have no idea how much I fantasize about you, do you? How much of my day I spend trying not to think about you? How when we first started dating, I felt like a teenager trying to control his raging hormones because all I could think of was this. What it would be like if I got the privilege to get this beautiful, incredible woman naked in my bed. That I swore if I got you here, I would never let you leave. I hate that someone ever made you feel like you are anything less than gorgeous, whether in your ratty sad sweatshirt or all dressed up. Although, this, no clothes at all, is definitely my personal favorite."
You tried not to tear up at his genuine sweetness. You could feel your cheeks blushing at his statement, too. You buried your face into the pillow you were holding before softly turning and peeking out at him from the side. Only to find him waiting for the moment you locked eyes with him to take a photo.
In a sudden burst of confidence, you bit your bottom lip and rolled onto your back. Letting the entirety of your body be on display. Laying back and resting your head on the pillow and stretching your arms up overhead, your legs spreading on their own. You closed your eyes and arched your back as you inhaled deeply. Like you were a cat basking in the warmth of the sun.
Your mind was completely clear of all thought until you heard a stuttered breath from your lover. It was a sound you had never heard Stephen make before. It sounded like he was looking at a priceless piece of art or one of the seven wonders. He sounded like he was in awe. Like he was in awe at the sight of your body and your beauty.
You were about to dismiss his, what you were sure had to be, over embellished praise, but then you opened your eyes. You were rendered speechless by the look of utter wonder on his face as he let his cerulean blue eyes wash over every inch of you. For possibly the first time, you saw him really seeing you, and it melted any remaining self-doubt you had in that moment.
You immediately reached out to pull Stephen to you. Wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him sweetly. Rubbing your nose against his and whispering loving thanks against his lips.
"Thank you, Stephen. I love you, and even though I don't necessarily see what you see, you always make me feel beautiful. Why don't we take a few pictures together, or maybe a video or two? Maybe I want something for when you aren't here too."
Stephen's eyes darkened at the suggestion. You had your suspicion that Stephen had a bit of an exhibition kink. You had sent each other pics before, a short video clip or two, and sexted all the time. You knew the idea of filming the two of you fucking would intrigue him. A wicked smile found it's way to his face.
"Oh sweetheart, you have no idea how many times I've thought of you asking that or that I've thought of asking. Are you really okay with filming us fucking? Of course it's just for the two of us. Sorcerer's honor. "
Stephen started trying to fiddle with the phone, trying to figure out the best way to set it up to film the two of you. Finding it hard to concentrate after you started leaving kisses on his neck. Stopping to bite and suck at the spot just below his earlobe before continuing to whisper his darkest desires in his ear.
"Well, Stephen, actually the idea does get me a little hot. Maybe if the video turns out really good, a few seconds or minutes can get leaked to a naughty site or two. Anonymously, of course. I don't want to share you with any other woman, but I wouldn't mind showing off all the ways I worship you. Let everyone see how lucky I am. Maybe get some outside opinions of how we look together."
Stephen's eyes practically rolled back in his head at the thought. He never would suggest it himself, but he kind of loved the sound of that. Of the world getting to see how good the two of you looked together. Of seeing how well you both fit together. How your bodies were made for each other.
He scrambled off the bed using the pile of books on the dresser to create a tripod to set up the phone. Hitting record and making sure the bed was centered in the frame before coming back to join you in the sheets again. He used his magic to strip himself of his clothes. If you two were going to make a sex tape, he was gonna put some extra showmanship in it.
You couldn't help but giggle as you reach your arms out towards him. Stepben didn't waste a minute before he started crawling up your body. Teasing and nipping at your bare skin and making sure to snuggle and rub his goatee against you. Your hands immediately grabbed in his dark brown hair, loving how soft and full it felt in your fingers.
As your lips connected, you both groaned in pleasure. Your bodies grinding and rubbing. Letting your hands roam all over Stephen's body now that you had plenty of him to touch. You could feel Stephen's cock already erect between you. Truth be told, taking those photos of you had essentially acted as foreplay for him. He was ready to go by the time he was setting up the camera.
You moaned when you felt his hard shaft slide against the crease of your hip, so close to your sex that was starting to ache for him. Your legs reflexively spread even more on the large bed, and your nails scraped down Stephen's sides.
"Is there something you want, baby? Tell Daddy what you need."
A sly smile on his face as he spoke. Loud enough to make sure the camera heard. Descending back on you and starting to kiss your neck. Sucking a patch or skin into his mouth hard enough to ensure you would bear a mark the next day.
Your brain finally coming back into focus when he playfully bit the same sensitive spot. His bright blue eyes met yours, and he gave you a cheeky wink.
"Come on, pretty baby. Don't get all shy on me now. Not after you let me take all those naughty pictures of you. Plus, this part was your idea, after all. So you better speak up."
A soft groan pulled from your throat as you arched your back and ran your hands up his strong arms. Letting your fingernails scrape along his shoulders. Leaving little red scratches marking him as yours.
"Want you, Stephen. Want you to fuck me. Pretty please, Stephen. Fuck me like only you can, baby."
He rewarded you with a deep kiss, letting his teeth nip at your bottom lip before he started working his way down your neck. Stopping to whisper a "that's my good girl" in your ear before continuing down to your collarbones. Raising his voice once again so it would be audible on the video when he started speaking again.
"You know you are the only one I want to fuck right? This is the only body that gets me this fucking hard. Your's is the only pretty little pussy I dream about filling up every chance I get. Want you full of my cum all the time. Want everyone to know you're mine."
You felt over the moon as Stephen started to kiss his way down your body. Stopping and spending a little bit of extra attention every time he hit a spot that elicited a gasp or moan. Making you arch your back to give him access to every inch of bare skin you could.
He momentarily popped back up to kiss your lips. Suddenly taking your hand in his and lowering it so you were cupping his hard length. Letting his hips rut forward as you started to eagerly massage his hard cock. Already moving to sit up, anticipating taking him in your mouth, only for him to push you back down on the bed.
"Nope, I'm not done with you, baby, lay back. Just wanted you to feel how hard you got me. Feel how much taking those naughty photos of you turned me on? And they are all mine to enjoy, just like my cock is all yours to enjoy."
With that, he promptly began working his way back down your body. Coming to rest between your thighs, pulling your legs up over his shoulders. Leaving small nips on the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh and rubbing his facial hair against your skin to tease you.
A soft "Stephen, please!" escaped from your lips as you impatiently waited for his lips and tongue to work their magic on you. Feeling your hips thrust on their own when you felt him blow against your wet cunt. Making your sex flutter and clench. One of his favorite sights.
"Make sure you don't hold back any of those pretty noises darling, want to make sure everyone can hear. Look at the camera as I eat you out, baby."
You followed his instructions and let your head turn to the side. Keeping your eyes open as you stared into the lens. Trying to fight the inkling of self-consciousness tugging at the back of your mind.
Those thoughts vanished completely the moment you felt Stephen's warm tongue make its first pass through your folds. All you could focus on was the feeling of his mouth on you. The scratch of his goatee against your most sensitive spots. He was taking his time. Lavishing your cunt with long licks and sucking kisses.
Stephen was a perfectionist, and that translated into every aspect of his life. Including sex. His photographic memory helping to make sure he knew exactly what way to lick and suck at your pussy to bring you to climax in record time. Only using his fingers on occasion. He could get you there with his mouth alone. Tonight was clearly going to be one of those nights.
Your back arched as he suckled on your clit. Keeping your gaze locked on the camera lens. Making sure to give Stephen the sights and sounds he wanted for your video. A long moan falling when you felt his tongue thrusting in and out of you. Hitching your legs up higher and farther apart so he could go deeper while letting your hips start to rut against his face.
As soon as he could feel you getting close to orgasm, Stephen pulled away and pounced on you once again. Wasting no time before he started to slowly thrust his hard cock into you. His lips biting at your neck.
He growled when you whimpered at the feeling of his cock bottoming out inside you. Holding perfectly still and letting you start to squirm beneath him. Wanting you to beg him to move.
"Tell me what you want. Want you to say it again. Say it to the camera, sweetheart. Tell them why you're whimpering."
Your face now contorted into a pout as you tried so hard to get any sort of friction. Stephen's hips pushed flush to yours, holding you firmly in place.
"Want you to fuck me, Stephen. Need you to fuck me hard. Make me feel good, daddy. Please make me cum. Please."
He smiled and kissed you deeply. Bringing his hands to cup your face and giving you another moment of sweet intimacy before he gave you what you wanted. Pulling away and pulling your legs up over his shoulders. Scooting you just a little so the camera would be able to see his cock stretching and filling you. Once he had you right where he wanted you he began thrusting.
"You asked for it, sweetheart. You turn me on so fucking much. This is just gonna be the first time I make you cum tonight. I'm not gonna stop until you feel like a goddess. My goddess."
You reached up to intertwine you fingers with his as he started fucking you harder. Leaning forward so your ass was slightly lifted up off of the bed and his tip was pummeling that sweet spongy spot on your front wall. Making you clench around him each time he hit it. Your voice coming out in little squeaks and the sound of skin slapping punctuating Stephen's movements.
You could already feel your orgasm building when Stephen moved to bring one hand down to begin rubbing at your clit. Pulling his cock out long enough to smear some of your wetness on the swollen bundle of nerves. Your cunt immediately clenching around him as he started tracing small circles there with his thumb.
"That's it, my love. Can feel you getting close. You better cum soon because I'm not gonna be able to hold on much longer. Wanna fill you up every day. Mark you as mine. Inside and out. Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum."
Stephen's own dirty talk getting the best of him. His head dropping down to watch his cock slamming in and out of your drenched cunt. Your pussy gripping tight around him sending him over the edge. His thrusts getting faster and his fingers on your clit mirroring his hips.
He let out a deep groan as he started cumming inside you. The feeling of his warm thick cum filling you triggering your own orgasm. Your cunt drenching his cock and his cum filling you completely. Your moans mingling in harmony with Stephen's. Your hands that were still clasped gripping each other tighter.
Stephen's body falling onto yours and your lips meeting for slow, sweet kisses as your highs continued to ebb and flow. The sensations slowly fading as you came back down together. The feeling of Stephen's weight on top of you lulling you closer to sleep. All worries and neuroses disappearing and receding back into the depths of your mind.
You were with Stephen, and Stephen loved you exactly as you were. He only had eyes for you, and he would love you no matter what. Even on days when you couldn't see your beauty, you knew he would help you to see it. Even when you didn't love yourself, he would give you enough love for both of you.
Eventually, Stephen rolled to the side and pulled you with him. Settling you under the covers and holding you close. Pressing kisses all over your face as you floated in the twilight space between waking and sleep. Not moving or pulling away until your breath settled into a steady rhythm that told him you were close to sleep.
Then Stephen stood up and went over to the phone. Stopping the recording and bringing the phone back over to the bed. Setting it down on his nightstand and purposely not setting his usual morning alarm. He wanted to sleep in with you tomorrow. He would deal with Wong later.
You were too exhausted to review the products of your photoshoot right now, but the next time you were feeling down or self-conscious, Stephen would be ready to show you just how beautiful you really were. If you still didn't believe him, maybe he would bring up the idea of an outside opinion like you suggested. You would have the world drooling over you, and he would get to gloat that you were all his.
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would it be weird if I wrote cc!charlie and fan!reader at vidcon where reader was getting harassed or something along those lines and charlie comes to the rescue and helps out?? i haven't really written anything but angst lately and i don't know if i have the courage to publish my so very self indulgent angst fics
char the type to say "roll a nat 20 n i let u cum" or am i just saying shit
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