Summary: A hidden revelation about Stephen's attendance at Christine's wedding casts a shadow of doubt on your relationship, provoking emotions of insecurity and uncertainty.
Warnings: SMUT over 18+ ONLY, creampie, unprotected sex, porn without plot, hint of angst
A/N: this was supposed to be a short, angsty drabble, but I got caught up in the smut oops (but not really) also just wrote quickly so if you see mistakes, what mistakes?
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“Sweetie?” You heard Stephen call from outside the bathroom. You wrapped yourself in a black robe before stepping out to meet him.
“Stephen.” You gave him a smile, knowing full well that he had just been at Christine’s wedding. It was just last week you noticed a card sticking out from his coat pocket. Upon further inspection, you read it as an invitation card to Christine’s wedding.
He rarely spoke of her with you, just saying she was an old co-worker who he used to date in his surgeon days. But a part you knew it was something more. From the broken watch he still wore on his arm, to this, you knew very well Christine wasn’t just some ex.
He moved across the room and hugged you tightly. You wondered if he had spoken to her today. If he felt a sense of regret letting her go seeing her in a white dress. If he even loved you.
“I’ve missed you, sweetie.”
“Yeah? Busy day today?” You replied, trying to remain oblivious. He only nodded, dodging the question all together.
“Just needed to see you.” He kissed your cheek and rested his forehead against yours, holding you by your waist. You grazed your fingers against the side of his face, studying his features carefully. He took your head in his grasp, his fingers weaving through your hair before he kissed you. You leaned into him, submitting to his passionate kisses, moving your lips in tandem of his.
Stephen pulled away slowly, looking down between you and moved his hands down to the knot at your bathrobe. He slowly loosened it, opening it with ease. He pushed his hands between the silk fabric and touched your bare skin. His warm touch always made you quiver slightly, which he was able to calm with his lips. He leaned down to place a soft kiss on your shoulder before moving his hand around your waist- squeezing firmly.
Stephen looked up at you with his cold, blue eyes. It expressed a particular longing expression- one of which you knew he wanted to take this further. He rested his forehead against yours once again as his hand slowly moved down from your stomach. Slow and careful until he brushed his middle finger against your sensitive bud. He pushed it back and forth, teasing your slit until you coated his fingers in your slick. He watched your every reaction intently, gauging when to slow or to move faster.
You bared your neck to him as your head fell back and let out a soft moan. He continued his work between your legs, moving his lips to latch on your neck. His fingers thrummed against your clit, as they circled around it.
With the other arm, Stephen wrapped it around your waist and lifted you up, placing you gently down on the bed. He pushed the robe off your shoulders, moving his lips down from your collarbone to your shoulders. He made sure both sides were taken care of, then helped you to lean back onto the bed.
With a sudden change in pace, he quickly removed his clothes and got on top of you, spreading your legs wide with his knee and settling down between your legs. You looked up at him and saw a primal hunger on his face. Before you knew it, he was pushing his cock into you, desperate to be wrapped in your heat. And you let him. He grunted with every thrust, trying to chase his high.
You reciprocated his hunger- hooking your legs behind his, pulling him close to you, wanting to be engulfed by him. Although, a part of you still hung on those questions but in this moment, it was only you and him.
He breathed against your temple, his breath hot and wet against your skin. You took his face in your hands, kissing his deeply, you took his bottom lip between your teeth and playfully bit it. This only made Stephen more lustful, his eyes growing darker as he claimed you.
His movements started to become erratic, almost animalistic as he chased his release. His hold on your waist would probably leave bruises in the morning. The sweat that was beading above his brow fell onto you with every thrust.
He moaned and you could feel his cock throbbing inside you. After a couple more thrusts, he stilled and you could feel his cock twitching with every spurt of his cum.
“Oh fuck-“ He grunted through his teeth before collapsing on top of you. He kissed you messily before rolling off and settling by your side.
You remained on your back, laying in the silence apart from heavy breaths. After a couple minutes, Stephen turned to you and smiled with closed eyes and an exhausted expression.
“I love you, y/n.” He spoke before drifting off. Your mind lingered on that statement, constantly fighting whether it was really true or not.
A flicker of doubt crossed your face, a silent reflection of the turmoil within your heart. Knowing his secret attendance at Christine's wedding had shattered the trust you had in him and made you question any authenticity of his past and future affections.
Could you ever truly trust Stephen again? Or would the ghost of Christine forever haunt your relationship, a constant reminder of a love that never truly belonged to you?
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.
Update on the regency fic with King Stephen. This proved kind of tough writing in such a different tone. I have never written any fantasy/Victorian-era style fics before, but here's a little snippet. Please let me know what you think!
Kneeling before him, you began the process of changing the dressing, bringing your face within inches of his. Gently, you dampened the wound with alcohol, causing him to wince at the sharp, stinging sensation.
You then started to spread some ointment against the King’s wound. You glanced down at the King’s eyes, which were focused on you. You felt your face start to get warm and flush. His proximity brought an unexpected flutter to your chest, amplified by the intensity of his gaze upon you.
You moved your focus back to your ministrations. "I-it appears to be healing far better than when I found you," you remarked.
"Thanks to your care," he replied softly, his voice tinged with gratitude.
Recently heard this fantasy audio on TikTok and just suddenly wanted to write a regency/victorian style fic with “King Stephen”. Wrote a short summary, lmk if you guys would be interested in reading this.
Summary: Stephen, an enigmatic and isolated king who feels bound by the weight of his kingly duties and royal expectations, finds solace only in the serene beauty of the forest, where the constraints of his title momentarily fade into the rustling leaves and the whispering winds. You are a bright, headstrong woman, and daughter of a farmer. You have always craved an escape from the confinements your family’s trade for an adventure beyond your modest life. One day fate intervenes when Stephen's riding mishap leaves him injured, and you rush to his aid, stirring an unexpected connection.
A/N: just a short drabble of my favorite trope. Lmk if I should write a proper fic
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It happened like wildfire. One moment you’re having a conversation, next Stephen’s got you backed into a wall, with his lips and hands on you.
You pushed at his shoulders, “What are we doing?” You breathed against his lips as his eyes stared down at yours. The kiss was so unexpected, yet so passionate.
“I don’t know…”
“You know we shouldn’t-“
“I know.” He nodded, but his hands never left your waist. His lips was inches from yours that you could feel the shallow breaths he was taking. His eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips, wanting you to give in to him, and you wanted to.
“Just one night?” You whispered. You saw a ghost of a smirk on his lips.
“Just one night.” He captured your lips once more.
Summary: You hoped he hadn’t been snapped, that he was waiting for your return all this time. But when you are greeted by a woman at his door with a ring on her finger, you realize you had lost.
AN: Short, shit fic today. I'm in an angsty mood. But hey, long time no see! How are you guys?
He closed the door of his office behind him. Sighing before turning to look at you.
“You know I love you, Y/N.”
“No, don’t say that if it isn’t true.”
“It is true. I- I waited for you-"
“What- 6 months before you moved on?” Your voice was laced with hurt. You felt the betrayal of what he had done. You couldn't trust him anymore. Nor believe anything he was saying.
“I waited for you. Kate…She’s not you.” His voice cracked.
“No, no. You tell me this now? Right when you’re about to get married? God- do you know how fucked up that is, Stephen? You made your decision.”
“Y/N-"
“You chose her, Stephen.” You turned to leave, but he stopped you.
“Just-wait-“ He grabbed your hand, stopping you in your tracks.
You sighed and turned to face him, your head tilted down to the ground as it hurt to face him. No amount of apologies could ever get you to forgive him. You couldn’t let him win. You refused to lose your self-respect.
You eventually looked up, avoiding meeting his eyes and shook your head.
“Goodbye, Stephen.” You turned away. This time turning your back on the life you could’ve had. The love you had lost.
A/N: bc of the recent elections in America, I had an idea of a blurb with “Governor Stephen”. Enjoy ;)
Warnings: sexual themes
“Thank you everyone for your continued support and I am looking forward to serving you in 2023!” Stephen waved to the people cheering in the room. The noise was deafening, but it filled him a sense of purpose.
He looked to his right, just standing behind the curtain was you, smiling wide and clapping for his win. You were his number 1 supporter through all of this. Being the best wife anyone could ever dream of.
You knew how hard he had worked throughout the whole campaign. Consisting of a lot of countless meetings, traveling through the different districts, even and countless nights helping him rehearse and edit his speeches.
You knew this job would be that and so much more. But for now he could have the rest he so well deserved before that day comes.
He walked off stage, and towards you and you ran to him, arms wide open and pulling him into a tight hug.
“They loved you out there.”
“I definitely can feel it tonight.” He chuckled, putting you down but keeping his arms at your waist, staring into your eyes. He was content. But looking at you, smiling at him, there was only one thing on his mind.
“Come on sweetheart.” He took you by your hand and smiled. “Let’s go home. There’s only one thing on my mind after a night of victory.” He grinned, pulling you into a deep kiss.
“Aren’t you exhausted?” You chuckled against his lips.
“Not at all. Not when I have you to thank for everything.” He kissed your cheek.
“Now, how would you thank me?” You raised an eyebrow.
“Hmmm. How about with me on my knees, and my head between your legs?” He whispered, hot against your ear.
You blushed from this, cheeks turning pink and you held back your excitement and growing arousal as you passed by a few security men leading you to the car. You turned to Stephen, whispering in his ear before getting in.
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Morning After (Stephen Strange x Reader)
Summary: The morning after spending a night with Stephen, you make him breakfast. He has other ideas.
The sun beaming through the window, and the sound of your stomach growling was enough to wake you up. You lifted your head just a bit to check the time. 7 am. You stretched and rubbed your eyes, turning to see Stephen sleeping soundly beside you. You watched the rise and fall of his chest, the soft twitching of his eyelids with the sunlight casting onto his face. You smiled to yourself, enjoying seeing him so peaceful- so beautiful. You couldn’t help but think of the events of last night.
After years of friendship and sexual tension, last night was the final straw between you.
“What’s wrong, Stephen?” You asked as he paced the balcony you both had stepped out to, leaving Stark’s Christmas gala.
“I’m jealous.” He expressed. “I’m jealous watching you dance with other men… when it should be me, you should be dancing with.”
“Stephen…” You chuckled softly, stepping towards him. He looked down at you in your goddamn navy blue slip-on dress. You were even beautiful in the moonlight. “If you wanted to dance, you could’ve asked.”
He shook his head and sighed. “Don’t you understand? I want to be the only man you dance with. I want you. I think I always have.”
Next thing you knew, you were in your apartment, lips latched onto each other, clothes on the floor leading to your room.
You slipped out of bed carefully, putting on his dress shirt over you. It smelled of a faint cologne and day-old whiskey.
You walk into the kitchen, put a pot of coffee out to brew, then grab ingredients to make yourself and Stephen some breakfast.
The smell of coffee and bacon was enough to wake Stephen from his peaceful, relaxed slumber. He reached out to your side of the bed, quickly looking up when he couldn’t feel your presence.
“Y/N?” He called, confused at first. He got out of bed, fixing the covers and pillows before walking out of the room.
Music softly played from the radio, and you were standing at the stove, swaying your hips to the music. Stephen leaned against the door frame, a smile growing on his face. His eyes trailed down your body, settling on your ass and watching the way it moved under his dress shirt.
Stephen moved towards you, resting his hands on your hips. “Good morning, sweetheart.” He whispered into your ear. This startled you a bit, but you were quickly comforted by the sound of his voice and the warmth of his body.
He pulled your hips towards him, swaying his hips with yours. You felt his bulge growing from behind you- the thin dress shirt standing in between your naked ass and his member.
“You look amazing in my shirt.” he kissed your ear, wrapping his arms around your body. His voice was deep and raspy. It was sexy. You could get used to this.
“It’s so comfortable, I might have to steal it from you.” You giggled.
“It looks much better on you anyway.” He smiled. He took a deep breath, smelling the bacon you were frying in the pain. “You didn’t have to cook breakfast….”
“I was hungry.”
“Well…” He kissed your cheek. You could feel the growing bulge against your skin. “I may have something you can eat… that I know you’ll like.” He teased, his voice velvet against the skin of your neck.
“Is that so?” You chuckled softly. He hummed, placing soft kisses along your shoulder. His hands slid up and down your sides, faintly rubbing against the curve of your breast. You grew warm, your cheeks flushed with pink. You tried to focus on cooking, but Stephen’s touches and kisses distracted you.
“You’re going to make me burn the food….” You sighed as he began to suckle on your neck.
“Forget about it.” He breathed- breath hot and wet against your skin. He continued to push his hardening cock against your lower back, groaning softly behind you.
“Look what you did to me, sweetheart. You’ve got me so hard.”
“What are you going to do about it?” You pushed your ass back to tease him. You yourself started to drip with arousal- your pussy dying to be touched by him. His hand trailed down, hooking between your legs to rub his fingers against your damp heat.
“You’re so wet, sweetie. Are you sure you don’t want me?” you remained silent, holding your tongue from making any noise. He pushed his fingers up when you didn’t answer, teasing at your entrance.
“Fuck-“ you switched off the stove before turning around and wrapping your arms around him to pull him into a kiss. He smiled against your lips before lifting you up by your ass, then sitting you on the kitchen island.
He stood between your legs, pumping his cock in hand before placing the swollen head of his cock against your entrance and pushing himself slowly inside.
You tilted your head back, letting out a strangled noise. Stephen pulled back just a little and pushed back in. You wriggled against the table, and he hooked your leg around him to keep himself steady.
Stephen pulled his hips back and pushed in again, fucking you slowly.
“Fuck- you feel so good, Y/N.” He started moving his hips faster, hands gripped tight on your ass. With every thrust, he made sure to grind his hips into you, trying to feel you as deep as possible.
He relished the little noises you were making- the whimpers, the moans you held back. “Don’t hold back, Y/N. I want to hear you moan.” He brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing it slowly. You gasped softly, and your hips jerked. He rubbed your clit faster, earning him your moans.
“Fuck- Stephen!”
“That’s it, sweetie. I want everyone to know my name.” He moved to kiss your cheek, then slowly moved you onto your back.
You reached up to take his face in your hand, but he only caught it, enlacing his fingers with yours and roughly pinning them on the table above your head.
His pace quickened, and he continued to fuck you against the hard surface. The sound of hips slapping and the matching moans filled the apartment. You were going to hear from your landlord, but at the movement, you could care less.
“Stephen- fuck, I’m going to cum.”
“Oh, sweetie.” He groaned, burying his head between the valley of your breasts. He pounded into you, and the tip of his cock hit that sweet spot deep inside you. Your pussy tightened around him.
“That’s it. Cum for me. I want you to cum hard for me. Cum around my cock.”
You rolled your hips, arching up your hips to meet his thrusts. The pressure in your stomach continued to build as well as the volume of your moans. Your legs tightened around his hips as your climax soon rolled over.
“Oh, Stephen!” You cried out.
He buried his head in your chest, following right behind you with a choked grunt.
“Fuck-.” His hips pounded into you sporadically, fucking you deep with his cum. His cock twitched, emptying inside of you.
Your chest rose and fell deeply as you caught your breath. His thrusts slowed to a stop, and Stephen laid his head on your chest, laying light kisses on your skin. You reached down, running your fingers through his hair.
After a few moments, he moved off of you, pulling you into him, wrapping his arms around your waist, and kissing you deeply.
“Catch your breath, sweetheart.” He spoke against your lips. “We’re going to make up years' worth of sex today.”
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