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[strangesmouth]

Brewing Coffee

REQUEST} GRUMPY Stephen walking around in a robe that’s really Cloaky in disguise with the eye of agamotto hanging over his bare chest while he makes his coffee. 

PAIRING} Stephen Strange x Female!Reader

WARNINGS} Fluff, smut. 

WORD COUNT} 2,571

-} Request for maria- @/azirastrange on twt thank u for leaving me this idea 

-}he is a sinful piece of human, gif owner, thank u

“Mmm. Good morning, Stephen.” You hummed awake as he squeezed you tightly and kissed your forehead. He let go of you before lifting the covers to sit up and put his feet on the floor. He had his head in his hands, trying to gather the courage to get up and face the day. Trying to get up to make coffee before showering. 

“Good morning, my darling. How did you sleep?” He asked as loudly as he could. His voice was gravelly and deep. You could feel the vibrations of his voice in your core. 

“I slept okay, given I wasn’t allowed to sleep for half the night,” You murmured. “I was so tired by the time we finally got to bed. There were a lot of movies.” 

“Let me go make us some coffee then, my love.” He tried to get up as soon as possible. 

“Don’t leave, yet. It’s only 7 am. Don’t go, Stephen. Cuddle with me, please. Keep me warm.” You pleaded. “We’ve been having such a great nap. Come on.” 

“I wish I could. I have to get up.” He muttered groggily. 

“Why?” You whined. Laid comfortably, and warmly in between the mattress and the sheets. 

“I have to go get stuff done today.” He persisted, and he got up and walked towards the rack where both of your robes were and pulled his on. 

“No. Stay with me, today” You murmured sweetly. 

“I wish I could. Let me go make us some coffee, my darling. Stay here, stay warm. I’ll be back.” He leaned over your side of the bed and pecked your cheek while you tried to scooch even closer to his side, where the bed was warm and smelled like him. You were probably just taking up the entire bed at this point. “You’re so goofy. I’ll be back with coffee, my love.” He whispered. 

“Okay, Stephen. Don’t take too long.” You managed to mutter through the comfort and warmth that was soothing you back into your sleep. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He whispered to himself as he left the room with his red robe. 

He knew it was kind of stupid to turn Cloaky into a robe, but he did it so he wouldn’t be so cold in the mornings. He loved the idea of it, his little secret helper whenever he needed it. As he got to the kitchen, he sighed and walked up to the counter to begin making your guys’ coffee. He rinsed out the french press while yawning and pulled out the  coffee grinds to put into the french press. He then boiled some water and poured it into the press. He let the coffee steep for a few minutes as he gathered two mugs, some creamer, and some sugar. 

You walked out into the kitchen right before he was going to strain the coffee. 

“I thought you were still tired and in bed, my love.” He stated as he finished straining the grounds. He looked up at you and saw you completely wrapped up in the comforter that covers the bed you two shared. 

“It was getting too cold in there all alone. Plus, I thought I heard you tell me you weren’t gonna take too long.” You mumbled into the blanket that covers your frame.

“It takes a maximum of ten minutes to make coffee, my love.” He chuckles. You noticed something on his chest. 

“I was hoping you’d aim for five.” You confessed as you leaned up against the counter near him to watch him finish making your cup of coffee. 

“What are you wearing?” You asked, pointing to your own chest so he could tell you what was on his chest. 

“My robe…” He seems reluctant to finish the sentence. 

“No, on your chest. I can see the bulge of it from behind your robe.” You questioned. 

“The eye?” He answers. “More sugar?” He continued, you nodded your head. 

“Wait, are you wearing the Eye of Agamotto naked?” You realized as he slid your mug over to you. You picked it up and felt the warmth of the mug against your skin. 

“YN-” 

“Oh my god you are!” You were definitely awake now, and not a drop of caffeine had to hit your lips. 

“Oh, leave me alone.” He takes a sip of his coffee. “I’m supposed to protect it.” He continues. 

“With your dick?” You asked as you took a small sip of your coffee, and his face lit up red. He started to walk away. “Oh! Come on, Stephen! Let me see it!” You joked with him

“YN, No.” He seemed too stern for the Stephen you knew existed. 

“Stephen, please just show me.” You pleaded and laughed as you tried to block him from leaving the kitchen. 

“Will you let me pass you if I show you my chest?” He offers, now looking just slightly annoyed that he couldn’t go back to the bedroom and find you cuddled up to his pillow in his spot. 

“Better yet, Strange, I'll lead the way.” You dealt. 

“Deal.” He huffed, and he began to take his robe off, he swung it around and cloaky was revealed. The cloak reallocated itself around Stephen’s shoulders and you can now clearly see the Eye of Agamotto laid upon his bare chest. You try not to let your eyes wander down his abdomen but you couldn’t help it. 

“That isn’t what we agreed to look at, is it?” Stephen furrowed his brows at you. 

“No, it’s not. But it’s so distracting, I can’t contain it.” You said as you walked over to him and pecked him on the cheek. You leaned into his ear, and whispered, “Although now I see something I’m much more enthusiastic and interested in.” And walked away from him and to the room you’d both been sharing.

“Deal’s a deal, Strange.” You dropped the blanket at the door, revealing that you weren’t wearing anything but some underwear. He didn’t even realize that he was drooling at the sight or what was happening until he couldn’t see you anymore. 

“YN, come here!” You can hear Stephen yell for you while he hurries as quickly as possible to get to you. 

You were sitting on the bed, your chest was now covered with a pillow. “Oh…” Stephen exhales. 

“What, my darling?” You beckoned as he gets a good look at you from the door. 

“You little-” He walked over to you with a cocky smile, pushed your back so it was flush with the mattress, and straddled your waist. 

“What’s on your mind, Stephen?” You asked as he sat on top of you for a moment to stare at your beauty. 

“You. Just you.” He took a deep breath and kissed you. 

“What about me?” You inquired further. 

“Everything about you.” He answered. 

“How sweet.” You smiled at him warmly. Your hand slid up his abs and rested on one side of his chest. 

“Come here, please.” He said as he wrapped his right hand so that it was gently holding your head. He continued to leave love bites all over your lips, jaw and neck. He invokes some tired grunts of pleasure from you. 

“Stephen, that cloak is not staying on.” You exasperated through his kisses.

“Why not? Would it be different if I was straddling you in the robe?” He asked. 

“No, not unless the robe wasn’t red.” You confessed with a bright smile. 

“Okay, the cloak comes off.” Stephen agrees. He grabs the neck of it and throws it off. The cloak stays where Stephen had thrown it, and it doesn’t move. 

“You heard YN, there’s no room for you in here.” The cloak doesn’t have a face, but by the way the cloak storms out of the room and slams the door shut behind it, you can tell it was mad. 

“And there goes the grumpy.” You whispered when the door shut. Stephen laughed and rolled over onto his back, pulling you on top of him. A perfect opportunity for Stephen to remove the pillow from in between you two. It was a swift movement. You were kind of caught off guard by it. You exhaled when you finally settled on top of him. 

“I like it this way a lot more.” He said. “I can tell you do as well.” 

“Can’t argue with that comment.” You confirmed. 

He pulled you in for another kiss and you let yourself puddle on top of him. His skin was warm and soft. You held onto him by letting your fingers travel to his waist and letting your hand rest there. 

“Mmm, Stephen. You taste like coffee.” You pulled away from his lips.

“That check’s out, doesn’t it, my love?” He asked you and tried to pull you into another kiss. You don’t budge. He let out a noise that signaled that he was annoyed with this action. 

“It does check out. I watched you make my coffee with your cloak disguised as a robe, and the Eye of Agamotto around your neck. It’s a view I’ll never be able to get out of my head, and yet, I don’t think I want to.” You teased him by lowering to kiss him, and moving quickly to kiss his jaw instead. He moaned at the sudden feeling of your warm, wet lips touching his skin.

“I don’t think I want you to, either.” He joked, and you giggled against his neck. “Do you like these underwear?” He asked you. 

“Um, they do their job, but not really, why?” You tried to get an answer before he did anything.

Stephen stood up, and placed you on your feet. Confused at the gesture, you tap his forearm for an explanation. He looked up at your puzzled face and whispered, “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing, my love.” He responded. This did not ease the burning questions in your head.

“Relax, my love. If you do not like these underwear, then why do you wear them?” He questioned. He crouched down so that he was eye level with your stomach. He hooked both of his first two fingers into the front band of your panties, and he ripped them off. “Can I have some fun with you before I have to go do my job?” He requested, your face was burning hot. You didn’t even hear his question, he saw your dazed smile, stood back up and leaned into your ear. 

“I’m going to lay you down on the bed now.” He said.

“Yeah… O-okay…” You could barely get yourself to speak, let alone move. 

Stephen picked you up and brought you to the edge of the bed. He spit in his hand and played with himself before he lined himself up at your entrance. He slipped inside you and all you could manage to do was shudder under his body. Your shoulders lifted off the bed to try and sit up to kiss him in a desperate haze of whines and breathy moans. He obliged happily and met his soft lips with yours. Your moans turned into hums into his mouth as he began to slowly thrust in and out of you. You knew he was tired, but the feeling turned some switch on inside of you. 

Now, all you could focus on was the intense feeling in your body. Essentially every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire. Your fingertips were already leaving red marks down his back, but you didn’t care. You knew he could take a few tiny scratches. 

“You look and feel fucking delicious right now.” He whispered into your ear as he continued his slow pace. 

His words send an unexpected shock to your core. Your torso twitched under him as he continued to sloppily chase his release. You felt tension building so quickly, you could barely utter a word before you realized you had just come undone. Once he was done, and slumped on top of you for a second, he caught his breath. 

“God, you’re perfect. So perfect.” He slipped his hand in between your bodies and massaged you gently. You bucked your hips in response, and he sighed. 

“Just lay there. Relax.” He cooed at you. His fingers bagan to massage your folds. You let the feeling of his warm hands take over. He was on top of you, anyway. He was going to be leaving soon. Those thoughts rang in your head right before he started to insert his digits inside of you. It made the tension start to build almost immediately, once again. He was working slowly but diligently, letting the pace of your breath decide his. Feeling you tighten around his digits alone, it drove him crazy. 

“Fuck-” You were trying to hold in as much as you could, now you were breathing heavy for him. Your eyes closed tightly, a big difference from the haze he previously had you directly on. Something changed, a sense of urgency in his pace had erupted. Like he needed to feel you unwind on his hand. Like he wanted you to scream on his hand. 

You opened your eyes to see if you were right about his change in pace, and his eyes were right there, staring straight at you. 

“I’ve got you, my love. Be a good girl. Feel my hand pound into you until you cum.” He said in the sweetest tone he possibly could without being snarky or cocky. You could tell he resisted from teasing you when you were in this dazed state. He remembered an instance in this moment, where you said that “That looks like it is the perfect way to start a morning,” while you two were curled up on the couch watching a romantic comedy with the two love interests waking up in a gorgeous messy bed, your choice of course, but he didn’t mind a single bit for you. 

You groaned at his words alone, letting the nerve feeling in your stomach light up. You could barely breathe, but that didn’t stop you from taking deep breaths as Stephen stood up at the end of the bed to ride you through your release as closely as possible. Letting you scratch his shoulders and arms up as he guided you. You could only see white stars at this point as he slowed to a stop, pulled his digits out of you, and got closer to your face to whisper a few words, “You deserve to wake up this way all the time. I have to get ready now, would you like me to draw you a bath before I leave?” He asked sweetly while leaving kisses on your jaw and hickies over the base of your neck. 

You groaned in post-sex pleasure, remembering the real world exists. “Yes, please.” You muttered. You saw his smile before he pulled away. 

“Of course my love.” He answered, and he came back after getting dressed, and told you your bath was ready. 

“Towel and everything is in there, my darling. Have a good day.” He beamed before leaving to go do his job. 

“He will be back…” You babbled, and you took your bath. 

[wint3r-h3art]

Once Upon A Dream | Sinister Strange

Synopsis: You’re from a world where Strange sacrificed himself. He’s in a world where you were sacrificed instead. A dream brings you together, but his obsession traps you there unknowingly. To you, everything was a dream, but in reality, it’s more real than you realize.

Word count: 3.1K

Warnings: contains DUB-CON elements!!  Deception, angst, unrequited love, possessive and obsessive behavior, abduction, unprotected p in v sex, creampied. Proceed at your own risk! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !! 18+ ONLY

 A/N: Heard y’all want Sinister Strange, so here it is. No beta, so if I missed anything, I apologized. If you do like my works, please comment and reblog! It means a lot and I love your feedback! Please follow @wint3r-library​ for updates! 

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Part 2

The world tore asunder. Reality splintered and cracked, threatened to disintegrate at any given  moment just like his sanity. His perennial grief turned into an obsession. 

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[eternalgirlscout]

winona ryder's character in stranger things has never been wrong even once and every time the fucking gravity turns off or whatever she says "hey thats weird right" and everyone in a 10 mile radius is like "woah category five woman moment incoming"

[strangesmouth]

The Night

ONESHOT?} You and Nancy threw a party at her parents house, and you and Steve had started to get a little bit serious. 

PAIRING} Steve Harrington X Female!Reader

WARNINGS} Fluff, SMUT!!!, teasing, lazy doggy, overstimulation? if u squint?, fluffiness end.

WORDCOUNT} 2,769

-}Thank u maria and steve harrington whores for le inspo i hope it helps u sleep tn. 

-}thank u gif owner so much hes perfect. i love him.

It was finally Friday, and you were excited to go out tonight. Just a night of uninterrupted bliss with your friends and Steve. Not that your parents knew you were going out, they were under the impression that you were at Nancy’s house for the night, when in reality, Nancy would be helping make sure you would get some alone time with Steve. 

It was brutal, the amount of time and effort it took to get just one night alone with him. 

“Let’s go, YN! Come on! We have to get ready for the party!” Nancy caught up with you before you guys hit the parking lot. 

“Can you give me a second, Nance? I’m trying to find-” 

“Are you ready, YN?” He ran up behind you and picked you up. 

“Steve! Put me down!” You yelped with a tinge of laughter in your voice, but he did as you said and you turned to him. “Yes, I'm ready for tonight.” You blushed. He cupped your face in his right hand. 

“Sweet girl-” 

“Get a room!” Nancy cut Steve off. 

“Oh shut up, Nancy. From what I hear, you’ll be the one making sure we get that room.” He retorts back at her and pulls your face closer to his so he can give you a kiss.

“Hi, Steve.” You beamed. 

“Hello, YN. It’s nice to see your pretty little face again.” He replied. “Are you excited?” 

“Yeah, but you realize you don’t have to make it all special, right? It’s just one night.” You answered. 

“Yeah, but then again, it is just one night. I plan on making sure you know I love you. I’ll see you later?” He asked and you nodded your head with a smile and he walked away from you guys as you guys started to walk towards the car. 

“He loves you.” Nancy said when you guys settled into the car.

“I know he does.” You scoffed at her, and you guys shared a laugh and a smile. 

“He really loves you.” She continued. 

“Nancy-” 

“YN?” She cut you off. 

“Not appreciated, Nance.” You stated. 

“What? What don’t you appreciate? The room I happen to be securing for you guys, or the fact that he really loves you?” She argued.

“Nancy, I appreciate it. A lot. I do, I just know this isn’t the first time he’s ever said that to someone. I love him, too. But this may just be one night. It’s nothing to freak out about.” You tried to be sympathetic. 

“YN. You’re insane. That boy loves you!” Nancy yelled out. 

“Nancy, how do I know that’s true?” You asked.

“Take it from someone who sees it. You wouldn’t believe me even if I had a whole folder of evidence that he loves you.” She finished. 

“Whatever you say, hon. Now, what are we gonna do to prepare tonight?” You asked her, “You said your parents are going out of town, right? That’s still a go?” 

“You’re so weird. Yeah, they’ll be gone all weekend, but at least if I have the party tonight, I have the entire weekend to clean up.” Nancy replied. 

“Sounds like a plan. We’ll get to the house and start getting dressed and getting the house ready for people.” You said, Nancy agreed and pulled into her driveway. 

“Let’s both just agree that once we go into this house I don’t want to hear any negative talk about you and Steve. It works. You’ll thank me for meddling someday.” She said as you both walked up to the door. 

“Nance-” 

“No. Negative. You’s.” She said. 

“Nan-”

“No.” 

“Fine. Now open the door.” You reluctantly agreed. “You are aware that that phrase normally ends with your name, right Nancy?” 

“Yes, YN, I’m aware, but unfortunately for you, you happen to be more negative than me, so it fits.” She unlocked the door and you scoffed and walked in after her.

You guys had gotten ready for the party for the past three hours, and now you guys just had to wait. Once a few groups of people started showing up, Nancy started to annoy you with more Steve comments. 

“Do you know what he’s going to do?” She’d asked while going to get a drink from the cooler. 

“No… I don’t imagine that lover boy would tell me his moves before he made them.” You replied. 

“What? He hasn’t even teased you about it? He hasn’t been teasing you with the imagination he’s got for you tonight?” She asked again. 

“No, Nancy. Why? Why would him not telling me about tonight change anything?” You asked her as she handed you a soda can.

“He likes to brag. You know what he’s like, YN.” Nancy nudged your shoulder and pointed her head towards the entrance of the house, and there he was, in all his stupid boy glory. He looked around for a bit until he saw you and he immediately moved towards you. 

“Apparently, I don’t.” You whispered to her before he took his last steps towards you. 

“Hey, babe.” He smiled lightly and grabbed your elbow while he kissed you on the cheek. 

“Hi, Steve.” You mutter, and you took a sip of the drink. 

“What are we doing, guys?” He asked you and Nancy, and you guys honestly weren’t thinking about what you guys would be doing. Nancy was so focused on making you up enough that Steve would jump your bones the moment he got here. She seemed less excited hearing that he actually wanted to hang out with us instead of just taking you upstairs to have fun. 

“Uh, if you want to start a bonfire in the backyard that would be fun.” Nancy allowed, and Steve was on it. He went out back and as soon as the fire was started, crowds of people started pouring outside to be around it. It was awesome. People were starting to light their cigarettes outside and some even brought their own booze and shotgunning materials. 

After you guys were ready to settle down next to the fire and hangout, you all of a sudden found yourself getting pulled into Steve’s frame, and then into his lap. He was holding your waist with a slight tightness to keep you from falling. If you were being honest, you’d wish his hand would never go away. Nancy started to dart you some wide-eyed looks as soon as Jonathan had gotten there and taken her hostage from you and Steve. You didn’t mind it. Steve was talking your ear off about many different things. You guys laughed and talked about a bunch of different things.

At a point, Steve had turned your body so that you were sitting across his lap, looking at him from your left eye. He lifted his hand to your cheek and moved some hair out of the way. 

“You look absolutely gorgeous in front of this fire. Your skin is so beautiful. Your eyes look so adorable.” He breathes out slowly. 

“Steve..” You started to blush with a bit of a smile. Nancy saw you from across the fire and gave you another wide-eyed look. Seems more like a pass to go upstairs already. 

“Yes, love?” He asked while paying very close attention to you. 

“What are we doing tonight?” You whispered into his ear. 

“Why, sweetheart?” He asked. His smile faded away a bit. Shit. “Is everything okay?” 

“Yes! Everything is perfect. I just have a dilemma.” You stated and looked back at the fire. Steve took his finger, and put it on your chin and slowly brought your face back to his, and you felt yourself skip a breath when he did it. 

“What is your dilemma?” He questioned with a cheeky smirk. 

“There is a bedroom upstairs waiting for us, but I love the feeling of your hand around my waist.” You confessed. 

“Well, YN. There is something I can do about both of these issues.” He stood both of you guys up and held you by your waist and threw you over his shoulder. 

“Steve!” You yelled as your weight settled on him and he could start moving away from the fire. He smacked your ass. He turned to the back door and started to walk that way.

“I’m still holding you with one hand on your waist, and that empty room is about to be occupied.” He explained. You gasped. Now, you could see Nancy, and her smile was ear-to-ear at seeing the events unfold. “Go get her, Steve!” She cheered. More people said more or less the same thing as he marched out of  the backyard. 

“See, I didn’t think you’d have an issue with it.” He boasted, and walked into the house. 

“Okay, you can put me down, now.” You assured him. He didn’t say anything. “Steve.” You tried to coax a response out of him. 

“No, baby. You didn’t want me to let go of your waist. I just came up with a plan to correct both of your issues.” 

“This is silly.” You answered. He spanked you again, this time it was harder. Thankfully, most of everyone who came to the party ended up going to the backyard for the bonfire. 

“Don’t speak bad about your reward.” He said. Your breath hitched and your body relaxed in his hold. “There we go.” He teased as he felt you melt into him.

He walked up the stairs, and he opened a door. It was into Nancy’s parent’s bedroom. 

“You’re okay with this, YN?” He asked you. You said yes. 

He threw you on the foot of the bed, and readjusted himself so he was in between your legs. 

“What would you like to do, YN?” He asked with a smile decorating his face. 

“You haven’t given me any ideas as to what you have planned so why don’t you just show me?” You proposed. 

“Show you what?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowing. 

“Show me your moves, Steve.” You whispered. His face of confusion quickly turned into one of love and lust. 

“God you’re perfect. I want to have you for the rest of my life.” He exhaled in excitement. 

You were speechless at the way he kissed you. His lips met yours softly, but the feeling of his lips against yours feels desperate. Like if he stopped kissing you, it would be too soon. 

He stood back up again after being caught up in kissing you for 10 minutes straight, and you made a startling discovery. “You’re hard.” You smiled cheekily as you sat up to rest on your elbows. 

“Yes. I am. That happens to be a very big dilemma, don’t you agree?” He asked. Your stomach filled with butterflies from excitement at what you’d hope he’d do to you. 

“I do agree. I just don’t know how you’re gonna fix it on your own.” You laughed. 

“I’m not. Come here.” He demanded, ever so sweetly. You stood up in front of him. He put a hand on your shoulder and kissed you again. 

“Knees, please.” He begged. You didn’t move. 

“On your knees. Be a good girl for me.” He continued. You looked him intensely in the eye while you began to strip for him. You slowly lowered onto your knees. He moved his hand from your shoulder to his pants and began to undo his belt. 

Once he was finally revealed to you, you could feel the drool start to accumulate in your mouth. 

“Do you want me to be sweet, or rough?” He asked. 

“Sweet, for this. Rough later” You answered clearly. He lightly held your head and you brought a hand to his member while you began to circle his tip with your tongue. He groaned. It motivated you to envelop more of his sweet tasting cock into your mouth. You probably bobbed your head for what felt like just 20 minutes. His moans and grunts littered throughout the room, but he wasn’t focused on getting head tonight. In the middle of you sucking his cock, he removed himself from your mouth. 

He picked you up and laid you softly against the bed. 

“Do you want to turn around?” He asked. You wondered why he’d wanted you to. “It’s for your pleasure, not mine.” He laughed it off. 

“Well, let’s try it then.” You agreed. You flipped around, and you tried to use your knees to keep you grounded. 

“No, put your legs down. Straight out.” Steve ordered. He was breathing hard behind you. You obeyed, and layed your legs back down. He sat on top of your thighs. 

“Let me know if I should stop, YN.” He said. He smacked his cock against your ass a few times, making you gasp, and then he slowly worked his tip inside of your pussy. He pulled both of your hands behind your back, and held them there with his left hand. It was an addicting feeling. After he made sure you were adjusted comfortably, you could feel him slowly bottom out inside of you. It evoked a sinful few moans from your mouth, and made you hold onto the comforter on the bed. 

He continued to slowly thrust into you, until he grabbed your throat with his right hand from behind, and pulled you back and up against him, making sure that his stomach was flush with your back. His speed intensified. “Is this okay?” He asked in between breaths. 

“Y-yes.” You muttered. You couldn’t even fathom the feeling of him slipping in and out of you. It did something to you, it turned your brain off. You just wanted to keep feeling him. 

“Tell me, love. Does it feel good?” He whispered the question into your ear. Your moans were now just filling the entire room. The speed of his thrusts made you feel a knot begin to build in your abdomen. It felt glorious. 

“Yes, S-Steve. Please.” You whimpered in his grasp. 

“Please, what?” He badgered you. You became frustrated, but not enough to forget the feeling of absolute ecstasy in your stomach. 

“Please, I just want you to kiss me.” You pleaded with him. 

He laughed at you, hand on throat. You couldn’t believe him. His speed got faster. 

“Fuck-” You grunted. You did not have control of the way your body gave out underneath him. 

“Please, what, YN?” He asked again, this time his voice was deeper. It resonated in your core. 

“Please, please kiss me.” You begged one last time, your moans becoming quick and breathy. His member reached further and deeper with every thrust inside of you. You didn’t think much of it until you heard that your moans were timed with his thrusts. He pulled your head to the side and enveloped you in another kiss to quiet you down a bit. It didn’t work the best, but it muffled a fair bit of your builds. 

“You sound and look so gorgeous under me right now. What do you want, huh?” He asked, it was like he was growling which just added gas to the fire you could feel in your abdomen. 

“I want to cum. Please, please let me. It’s too much. I can’t hold it.” You pleaded. He watched and listened to you beg under him until he finally allowed you to. 

“Cum for me, my love.” He whispered, and you were nothing but a moaning mess for him as he continued to ride you through your orgasm. 

After a few seconds, he was close, too. He pulled out and came onto your back, and before you could realize that he released onto your back, he had cleaned it up, gotten you dressed, and ready for cuddles on the living room couch. 

“That’s it?” You asked him once you were ready to be more than just a slobbering whore for him. 

“Yes, my love. You did amazing. That’s it.” He responded. “I can’t break my good girl when i’ve only barely begun playing with her.” He smiled and caressed your cheek. “Now, is there anything I can get you before we watch whatever’s playing on the TV?” He asked you. 

“No, thank you.” You smiled. “Maybe just one thing…” You started. 

You waved your hand, hoping he’d come up to you one last time before you guys had to leave the room, and he did. 

“Maybe just a kiss.” You whined sweetly. 

“Of course.” 

He lightly grabbed your chin, and gave you a long, sweet kiss. 

“Are you ready, my love?” He asked after he pulled away. 

“No, but it’s okay. I’ll get more kisses later on.” You answered with a chuckle. 

“You can have kisses for the rest of your life, YN. Now come on, let’s go downstairs.” 

[strangesmouth]

Shower

ONESHOT} You and Stephen end up taking a shower together. 

PAIRING} Stephen Strange x Female!Reader 

WARNINGS}  SMUT!18+, angst, fluff, lots of filth, fingering, blowjob, unprotected sex, PRAISE 

WORD COUNT} 4,888

-}This fanart (credit to OWNER!!!) inspired THIS absolute filth, which this could have gone a lot of ways but you will see how it is soon.  

-} This piece is dedicated to Strange Cult. this picture has lit this amazing, funny, extremely horny, chaotic chat up more times than can be counted at this point. I sincerely hope this itches some brains the right way. Enjoy you horny bitches. 

It was late, and you were just tired of it all. You were exhausted because of all the people you’d been around lately. There were so many fake smiles, “How are you, hon?”’s, and glared exchanges. It’s not unusual, it’s not even rare for it to happen in your guys’ line of work, but it has been getting to be a lot lately. It was even worse when you tried to talk to Stephen about it because it felt like he didn’t exactly understand it. He was used to people, especially people he had to be around and didn’t exactly like. You understood why he has that power; he used to be a surgeon. He had to do his due diligence and be the best, knowing those people wouldn’t think of him much past a signature on a document. It  felt like he just wanted you to have tougher skin, when really, you just wanted to talk to the one person in this world you could trust. You just wanted him to listen. 

“Are you okay?” His voice rang in your ear as you sat in the passenger's seat with your head laid on the window, hand covering your forehead so the lights on the street wouldn’t give you a headache, another pain to have for the night. You turned to him and saw a concerned look, but he was trying to keep his eyes on the road. He seemed worried about looking over at you at all.

“I’ll be fine. It’s just been a long night. I just want to go home and go to bed.” You barely spoke. He still heard you, judging by the way his face softens when you start speaking. 

“That bad today?” He tried to poke at your brain. His left hand was on the wheel, his right elbow leaning on the center console and his hand rested comfortably on the shifter.  “I can see that you’re tired, and I’m tired, too. I’m sorry, but we still have a 15 minute drive left. Humor me, YN.” He moved his right hand to rest on your thigh. It makes you close your eyes for a second as you feel the warmth of his hand settle into it. His hands and movements seem so genuine, but his words seem harsh. 

“The party seemed like it was a bit much for a week filled with meetings and strategies, and fighting involved.” You muttered. This past week really has worn you down. Tonight’s party was not in the least bit relaxing, either. About 30 minutes into the party, you were already begging Stephen to bring you back home. 

“You know how they like to celebrate that they didn’t die. They like you! They wanted you there! You’re a part of the team. Plus, I'm a little bit guilty of the same need for celebration.” He looks at you for a split second to see what your face reads. He sees your smile. You gave a silly chuckle, and it prompted him to laugh with one of the goofiest laughs you’d ever heard out of him. It was very nice to hear that side of him. 

“Yeah okay, I guess you’re right. It is pretty good you came back.” You said with a little more energy. His company is all you missed. You were excited to be home and alone with him.

“It’s good you came back, too. I’m glad we’re both safe and not fighting anything for the time being.” 

“With our jobs, Stephen? I don’t think our break will last very long.” 

“So, I'm hearing you would like to spend whatever amount of time we have until our vacation gets cut short to just have fun? No expectations?” He asked. His grip on your thigh tightened, ever so slightly, and you could see his eyes widen as he looked at the road. His stupid smile formed, as you could imagine in his head he was trying to hold it at bay. It really was a sweet gesture, but you also know that you guys haven't been on the smoothest of roads lately. The stupid fights you would have, the big fights that would happen at the most inconvenient times. It angers and saddens you, the waves of it sinking your heart into your stomach as you remember it all. It sucked but it happens. We do have high-stress occupancies. It’s not that you two don’t like each other. You guys are just humans with tendencies to bottle things up, which leads to both of your guys’ explosive moods. 

You honestly didn’t take kindly to his suggestion. It wasn’t because he was trying to be suave and avoid talking about anything, it just hurts you when he doesn’t listen to you. You weren’t trying to take it personally, but it was late, and the wonders that being tired does to your reflexes is a little bit unfair. You scoffed lightly and turned your head to the window for a second, and then back.  “There are never any expectations with you, Stephen.” The seat warmer makes you melt a little lower.

“What is that supposed to mean? ” His demeanor changes. He looks a little angry. It looks as though he’s going to take his hand away. His sweet, warm, soft hand. You don’t want him to move his fingers from their position. Not even an inch. It’s been a very long week. 

“Nothing, I'm sorry. Please, let’s just get home.” You placed your palm on top of his delicately placed hand. His posture shifts, as if he doesn’t know or fully understand what has just happened. He relaxes his hand under yours on your thigh and turns down the final street.  “Are you sure, YN?” He asked in a monotone voice. You can tell he’s upset. His driving slows down, as he pulls up to your driveway. “Yes, it’s fine. I’m just really tired.” You replied. He started to rub your thigh as he turned off the car. You can’t seem to stop focusing on his hands. 

Warm, cloud-like fingers. Sweet and delicate shapes being drawn. The heat of his body being absorbed by your cold skin.

 The feeling warms your stomach up in a way you haven’t felt in a while. You and Stephen were just so busy this week, there was barely time for you guys. It feels like a phantom feeling inside of you.

“You do realize I could have used my ring to portal us here, right?” He asks, trying to break the tension in the air. It works. 

“Yes, I will never forget that you can. On the other hand, you still do know that I prefer we do things normally rather than just take shortcuts. It’s good for us.” You say sweetly. A faint smile grows as your sleepiness hits harder. 

“A fair point, my darling. Now come on, sleepyhead. Let’s go get ready for bed.” He lifted his right hand up from your thigh, and lightly caressed your chin. He carefully placed a kiss on your cheek. You notice that he sounds ready to get out of the car. 

“That doesn’t sound like a bad plan.” You say weakly, the exhaustion seeps in. You manage to crawl out of the car and get to the door with Stephen, he unlocks the door and leads you in by holding the small of your back. You revel in the feeling. 

“Would you like me to make you a snack?” He asks. “No, thank you. I just want a bath and some sleep. In our own bed.” You whined sweetly. He smiles and pulls you in for a hug. His scent floods your senses. You missed him so much. You started to tear up. He hears a sniffle on his shirt and he immediately starts asking what happened. 

“I’m just really tired and I want to go to bed already.” You said, and this time he doesn’t believe it. 

“YN, What is wrong?” He pulls you away from his chest to see your puffy eyes. “What’s really going on?” He finished. 

“I’m frustrated.” You said as a few tears fell down your cheeks. 

“About what?” He begs for more. His eyes are concerned, and squinted. His stare makes you blank for a moment. 

“About you.” You confessed. Tonight was not going how you wanted it to. “I’m also upset that I've been undercut and dismissed lately. I just don’t want to fight about this right now. Can we just get ready for bed?” You pulled away from him and started walking to the bedroom.

“What? No, we should talk about this.” He followed. You exhaled, obviously just wanting to slip into the bedsheets and reset. 

“Stephen, just drop it, please. I'm just moody and tired. Getting some sleep-” You walked up to the dresser and opened a drawer to pull out some pj’s. 

“No! You don’t get to walk away! YN, please. Let me help.” He pleads. You were getting heated up. 

“There’s nothing that we can do about it right now. Stephen, please. Forget about it.” You finished. You wished you’d never said anything. You wished you guys could go back to being cuddly and sweet. 

“Yes, there is! I can help you, I can make you comfortable-” 

“No! You can’t just make me comfortable! You can’t just go get my favorite things and come back after we fight! You can’t just draw my baths or prep anything for me, Stephen. It’s not about comfortability! You just don’t listen sometimes! I just want you to listen to my issues, even if it goes away in 30 minutes. Please! Please, hon.” You stopped to take a few breaths. “I just wanted to go to bed. I didn’t want to do this tonight.” You walked towards the bathroom. 

“YN…” He whispers as he reaches for your shoulder. His touch reverberates throughout your body, and it makes you stop in your tracks. “I’m sorry.” He utters. 

“No, we don’t-” He ends your sentence by just bringing his tall frame against your back. “We do. What don’t I listen to, my love?” His right hand trails down your upper arm, and finds its place in your hand. He rubs your back with his other hand as he feels you breathe. He can tell you’re still tense. You hesitate for a moment, but decide to speak about it so it isn’t something he can pester you for hours about, because you know he will. 

“About the people. And our appearances, and egos the size of Texas, and not to mention yours in that mixture. It’s a lot. It was a lot for me. I don’t take kindly to the fake sh*t. You know that. I don’t have grievances. I tried to talk to you about this multiple times this week and you just told me that I need to calm down, that they’re just a day of my life and I won’t have to worry about them ever again in a few days.” You told him, finally.  As you spoke, his hands would continue to rub you, trying to make you feel better. “I knew I would feel better in a few days because we’d be here. But I just wanted you to listen to me about it.” There's silence before he replied to your confession. 

“Egos the size of Texas?” He asked in your ear. It made you a little mad again. 

“Stephen Strange-” He could hear the seething in your voice. 

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I was just trying to make you laugh. I’m sorry I didn’t listen this week. I really am.” He spinned you around to make you face him. “I am sorry, and I'm sorry that egos the size of Texas were a part of it. Including making you straddle mine, as well. I can sympathize with you for not liking it. It wasn’t just a skill I magically had, and it was a skill I had to learn, and sharpen. So I'm extremely sorry I couldn’t be sympathetic before, when you needed me to be.” He apologized and cupped your face. You leaned into it. His touch is all that’s holding you together right now. 

“Thank you, baby, I really appreciate it.” You playfully sighed. “Now can I get ready for bed?” He gave you a kiss and you went to get ready for a soak in the bathroom. He followed behind you.

“We’re just good now?” He asked. He felt like he should walk on eggshells.

“Yes, that’s how this works, we talk, someone apologizes and we move on. We’re fine, my darling. Thank you.” You say softly with a smile as you try to prepare yourself for a plunge into the tub. 

“Really? Everything is okay? You're really okay?” He probed one last time to make sure. 

“Yes, my love. That’s all I wanted. Plus, you 're wrong about one thing. I do like to straddle you.” You start to slowly take off your jacket and shorts, leaving you in your shirt and some underwear. 

“No.” He says bluntly. You look at him, brows furrowed, wondering why he answered his own question, and his smile makes you chuckle. “No? What is there to ‘No.’ about, darling?” You wondered as you sat on the side of the tub and turned the faucet on. 

“I meant, ‘No’,. But not about you straddling me, I believe you’re telling the truth. I just don’t think our time would be best spent taking a bath, my love.” He says as he moves to quickly turn off the faucet you’d just turned on. 

You had become annoyed with him, now. “Stephen, I’ve been waiting all week to get home and take a ba-” He grabbed your face once more as he stood in front of your body.   

He kissed you. Fiercely, intensely, passionately. You relax, no longer annoyed at him. Your body melted underneath his as he continued to allow his tongue to sloppily slip into your mouth at any given chance he’d get. His mouth was warm and wet, persuading you to not care about whatever he’d just done to piss you off. 

You didn’t know where it came from. He lifted you up so that you were standing again. He manages to undress himself and remove the clothes you had left on your body with a quickness. He could feel your lack of strength to keep yourself upright anymore and he wrapped your arms around his neck. All you could do was keep kissing him until you both couldn’t breathe.

He takes hold of your thighs once he takes a deep breath, and picks you up. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, and your arms tighten around his neck . You’re now being held by Stephen with your forehead connected to his as he walks to the shower to turn it on. He lays you against the cold, marbled wall, and kisses you again. His lips envelop yours in another exceptional, face numbing kiss.

The water very quickly starts to run hotter and hotter over you two. It doesn’t bother you, if anything it makes you want him more. The steam that starts to build, the feeling of his body holding you up against a wall so you could do absolutely nothing but whatever he wanted. It sends a shock to your stomach in anticipation of what’s next. You couldn’t help yourself, your left hand traveled from being held behind his head, to resting against his chest as he started to nibble down the right side of your jaw. The sounds he could evoke out of you were music to his ears, and he wasn’t even inside of you yet. You grew needier to feel him. 

“You’re breathing heavy, my love.” He whispered into your ear as you moaned out to his nibbles. 

“Stephen-” You pleaded weakly. He just wanted to tease you. He wanted to drive you crazy. 

“God, YN, your skin is perfect.” He continued to kiss you down your neck. He bit your neck harshly and it made you groan out loud. “What, baby?” He beams with a cocky smile.

“I… I want you.” You said breathlessly. 

“What? I couldn’t hear you. What did you say, my love?” The smile that took over his face was dangerous. 

“I want you.” You said as sternly as you could, given that your body had the same characteristics of a puddle right now, that wasn’t saying much. Stephen could understand you, though. You could feel it because his eyes had grown darker, his breathing had gotten deeper but sharper, his face had turned more animalistic. He wanted to make you feel good. Every nip, kiss and touch makes you jump and gasp. 

Soon, Stephen’s lips had made their way down to your nipple, and with one of his hands he began to massage your breast. As he works his magic on you, Stephen began to think of everything he could do to you tonight, and he had to take a moment to think about what he would like to do with you first. 

But you couldn’t think about the thoughts he might be having anymore. All you could think about was the immense pleasure you’d felt of his tongue warming your chest up. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about him just placing his fingertips on your most sensitive area. At this point, he knows that that is exactly what you were waiting for. He let go of your nipples and focused on your face. 

“Why’d you stop?” You whined. He was far from over. He just wanted to look at your face as he dipped his hand down below to feel the slippery mess he’d gotten a head start at making the moment that he started kissing you over the tub. You looked shocked as his hand began to work. This was even more intense. You were like the main dish on the menu, and he was just tasting everything on his plate. He connected his forehead to yours as he moved his fingers along your folds and to tease the sensitive bundle of nerves above your entrance. Every time he moved his fingers, it made you groan or plead out loud in pleasure.

“Does it feel good, my love?” He asks. He’s leaving pecks on your cheeks as he draws a line to your gorgeous, panting mouth, and he can’t resist kissing you as you yelp and whine in pleasure. His eyes were wide as he watched you drown yourself in him, and he found it to be the perfect time to force his tongue into your mouth to keep your throat from going hoarse at the unexpected dip of his fingers into your core. 

“Y-Yes…” You stuttered. Your face turned warm as the realization set in about what just happened, your voice became nothing but a bit of a squeak. Your face changed from relaxed and foggy to begging and pleading. The sensation of his thumb on your clit, and your g-spot being stimulated every time he flexes his middle and ring finger against the most sensitive part of your walls. It shook your entire body against the wall.

“Please! Please, Stephen!” You screamed out. He knew what you wanted, and he took his time before he gave it to you. 

“No. You’ll wait.” The message sends shivers up your spine, his tone jolted something awake in you, and you feel fluttering in your lower abdomen. Something started to build. There’s a knot that you have to break. You pant hard. Your throat becomes too tired to try coherent words anymore, instead your moans, groans, yelps and squeaks turn into a jumble of sounds and catches in your throat. 

“Such pretty noises, my sweet girl.” His fingers try to feel even deeper inside of you as he listens to your sinful, delightful noises.  Your body gives up and shakes while a guttural wail escapes your lungs. You felt a complete wave of pleasure and vibration wash over your entire body. 

He pulled his digits out of you. You cried out in protest as he brought the hand he used on you to the wall next to your head. His head began to hang lowly between his shoulder blades as he stared you down. “Why?” You pleaded for an answer. 

“I didn’t tell you that you could cum, did I? You didn’t even ask, my love.” He growls. Your cheeks felt even hotter than the water that ran from the showerhead. 

He let you down slowly, making sure your feet hit the ground before he let go of you completely. 

“Only good girls get rewarded with pleasure.” He said into your ear. It sends a jolt like lighting up your spine. You shudder under his gaze as you prepare yourself for whatever else he has planned. He grabbed your shoulders, and he repositioned you both so that you were in opposite positions now. 

“Stephen, please I-” He cupped his hand delicately on your face and shut you up with another kiss. The feeling of the water continues to ignite the wants you ached for in your core. 

“Bad girls don’t get to speak unless spoken to.” He said as he pulled away from the kiss, seeing the airhead look you made when you begin to lose yourself under his touch. You kept your mouth shut by biting your lower lip. He looked at your lips and quickly scanned your body up and down with his heavy hand rested on your waist. “Get on your knees, my love.” He demands. You happily obliged, hoping this punishment would reward you with more. 

“Yes, my darling.” You replied. 

It wasn’t that he couldn’t fuck you up against the wall. In fact, he was more than advanced at it. He intentionally lifted you higher above his waist so he could tease you. All you could’ve felt at this point was the faint pokes of his member under your ass, otherwise, you would’ve sheathed his cock immediately as he settled you into his touch. He planned this. He planned to make you a writhing, frustrated mess. 

You settled onto your knees, a platter served right in front of Stephen. You looked at his member, and then up at him. You waited for instructions. 

“Are you waiting for an invitation, YN?” He questioned as he brought a hand to rest on your head. You gasp slightly, his words more than enough motivation for you. 

Starting slowly, you enveloped the tip of his cock. He groans at the action. You swirl your tongue along the slit to collect the precum that had been slowly leaking out. It’s delicious. Then, you start to slide more of him into your mouth. He hissed as you tried to take as much of him as you could in your throat. “Fuck” He huffed. You couldn’t bottom out yet. He sat in your mouth without moving for a few seconds.

“Open your eyes, my angel.” He ordered, and you slowly bat them open, trying not to let any water in. 

You couldn't describe the feeling of being so powerless beneath him. He loved the way you looked right now, mouth expanded with his cock, the water that falls on you both as you continue to try and take more of him in. You gagged a bit, and it creates a mess of saliva at his base. 

After you got used to the feeling of him in your throat, you bobbed your head on him. He moaned loudly and leaned his head back, and then his entire body against the wall. You felt proud knowing you were the only person that could touch him and make him feel this way, so you laid a hand on his happy trail and closed your eyes. You continued to bob your head for him as his moans and grunts flooded the echoey bathroom. 

“Your mouth is so good, YN. So… warm…” Stephen mutters through groans. 

This went on for quite a while before he took a hold of your hair and pulled you off of his now glistening cock. 

You marvel at the sight of it. It made you exhale and your chest began to tighten with excitement. 

Stephen pulled you up into his embrace. 

“You can’t be too tired, already, my love. I haven’t even gotten to paint your insides with my dick.” 

You gasped and your knees buckled beneath you to his words faster than you could beg him to. He caught you by hooking his arm around your waist and pulling your chest into his. 

“It’s okay, sweet girl. You don’t need to do anything, just let me.” He finished, breathing heavy, you could see the lust in his eyes, too tired to even mention it before he picked you back up. This time, he lined his cock up with your entrance, so when you instinctively wrap your legs around him, you inadvertently cause his thickness to glide in a little too quickly. It causes you to yelp in ecstasy. Stephen heard this sinful sound escape your lips and turned while walking with you perched on his dick to lay your upper back against the wall to his right. You were just a bundle of arms and legs that moved as he moved in this moment. His length began to move inside of you and you took your hands and cupped his face in pure bliss.

“Stephen, I missed you…” You breathed out against his lips. He groans at your words, and his pace quickens. You leaned your head in towards him to give him a kiss, and he accepted it greedily, biting your lip. You moaned at the gesture, and it made Stephen buck his hips harshly into your core. It makes you gasp and cry out, knowing that he is not about to slow down on any account.  

“YN, You look so amazing like this. Wet, desperate, heaving. You’re doing such a good job taking it, my love. You feel so good  around me.” He praises you. And with that, you start to unravel. You can feel yourself within reach of orgasm again. His hips snapped with every inhuman thrust. You could feel yourself clench around his member, not wanting him to stop. 

You began to yelp and scream uncontrollably in Stephen’s grasp. His cock was pounding you at such an intense rate, you could barely hold yourself together. 

“Good girl, holding it for me.” He whispered. 

“Fuck.” You groaned. “Please. Please, just let me.” You begged.

 He chuckled lightly as he beams at the sight of your impending closeness.

“I’m sorry, my love. I can’t understand you. Let you do what?” 

“Let me cum! Please! Please!” Your eyes 

“Cum, my love.” He allowed it. Your orgasm immediately washed over you. A string of Stephen’s name and a few curse words escape your lips as you clench hard around his member, and come undone between him and the wall, leaving you a limp mess. Stephen continues to chase his high, and as his thrusts became sloppy right before you reached yours, you suspected him to be close as well. You watched him use your cunt as a way to relieve himself. It was a gorgeous sight. His eyes were closed shut, his mouth was parted open slightly, and his grunts and moans are an absolute melody to your ears. 

You can see and feel the moment where he reached his high. His eyes widened, showing the shock on his face as his seed fills you up. You kissed him once again, and revelled in the feeling of being full of his cum. You two sat there for a minute, and he slowly pulled out of you, a sight he drools at as his seed flows out. He then brought you slowly back to your feet. 

“I could watch that happen over and over again, my love. Now come here, let me wash you up.” He breathed heavily as he pulled your short stature into his chest for a hug. You take short breaths as his hands explore and wash your body. You both washed up the best you could in your tired states, the definition of taking a shower meant something completely different to the both of you now. 

“I want to go to sleep,” You sighed. “Let’s go lay our heads on our pillows, please.” You suggested.

“I don’t think I could come up with a better idea.” He smiles. His soft lips find yours once again. 

He picked you up bridal style, and walked out of the bathroom to place you on the bed comfortably. Your body sinks into the mattress, the softness of the covers hits your skin and you relax. Stephen makes his way around the bed to climb in with you. He invites you to nestle up to his right side with his arm around you. Your legs intertwined together as you both settled for sleep. 

“Goodnight, my love. Sweet dreams.” He whispers into the apex of your head and gives it a kiss. His fingers traced more shapes and lines into your skin to help lull you to sleep.

“Goodnight, my darling. I’ll see you in the morning.” 

[angelofthenight]

Stephen: I just don’t know what’s gotten into her! Wanda was always the sweet one!

Wong: And me?

Stephen: You’re the smart one.

You: And me?

Stephen: Uh. You’re the other one.