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Sypnosis: The Rotunda Gateways have filled the Sanctum with snow, when you come to Master Strange with your issue, he insists you fall asleep with his cock inside of you, to warm you up, of course.

Word Count: 1.4k

!Trigger Warnings!

-cock stuffing

-stephen strange X afab!reader

-pet names obvi

Everything was freezing. The walls were covered in a thick layer of frost, as was every piece of furniture in the rotunda gateways reach, making the whole Sanctum cold. Wong had people shoveling the snow up during the day, but at night when they were no longer working to get the fluffy substance off the ground, it was you who suffered.

Your hands wrapped around your bare shoulders, and your usual sleep attire- shorts and a sports bra- were covering your body, truthfully you’d think they would have had the snow shoveled by now, and when you exited your room -proved wrong- your bare toes were met with icy cold snow.

They had not, in fact, shoveled the snow up completely.

The Rotunda Gateways were known for malfunctioning, it was one of the things Master Strange warned you about when you moved into the Sanctum. You were training with Wong and Strange to work on your abilities, and it was Strange who offered you the idea to move in with them.

Live in training, he had called it. Your heart fluttered at the idea, you had been attracted to the man for so long, although he was a bit older than you, and probably had a lot more to worry about than a 20-year-old who can’t correctly conjure her magic.

Either way, you slipped on a pair of fuzzy socks before you closed the door behind you, they however did not stop the snow from seeping into the fabric, making your bones chatter.

Two sharp knocks were placed at Dr.Strange’s door, and a fireplace could be heard crackling inside, right then and there you sighed with relief. Hopefully, he would let you in. A few moments went by, enough to talk you out of this whole endeavor, but before you moved Stephen opens the door. The warm air that meets your skin is refreshing and much-needed.

“Is everything alright?” Stephen’s voice is low, indicating to you that you must have woken him up. He attempts to blink the sleep out of his eyes as he waits for your answer.

You, however, are staring at his chest. His bare, defined, chest. You drag your eyes up, immediately embarrassed, surely he had seen you looking?

“It’s just cold in my room, I was wondering if there’s another room I could stay in” You rub your hands together, noticing the way your breaths come out in visible clouds of air. “Preferably with a fireplace.” You quickly add.

Stephen blinks at you before opening his door wider. “You can stay in my room if you wish.” Your cheeks sink, but your mind is racing. You’d be lying if there wasn't just a little part of your body that hoped he’d asked you to stay in his room.

Smiling graciously, you squeeze past him and immediately feel the heat of his sparking fireplace warm your bare skin. A chair sits next to the flames, and it is where you decide to inhabit.

Master Strange closes his door, causing a little jump from your end. You try to play it off as your hands come in front of you, feeling the heat of the fire on your palms.

“I apologize, I should have offered sooner. I’d thought Wong would have done his job by now.” A little smile plays at his lips as he joins you by the fireplace, and you admit your chuckle.

You feel his body behind you, his presence looming but not threatening. If anything, his small breaths are comforting, and so incredibly hot for some reason. You realize with a small gasp, he’s turning you on with just his goddamn mouth. Your mind gets lost in these forbidden thoughts, if only for just 2 seconds do you entertain the idea.

“Is there something else you want?” Stephen’s eyebrows quirk in question as he eyes your face, noticing the blush that has risen to your cheeks. You pull out of your brain, embarrassment again flooding you.

“No-” You feel scared fingers meet your skin before you can finish. His skin is soft, and so warm.

Stephen places a thumb under your chin as he forces your eyes to meet your own. “Are you getting warm?” You advert your gaze when he drops your chin, barely breathing. You’d thought he would have asked something completely different.

Something inappropriate.

“No- Yes.” You stutter, silently cursing yourself as you see amusement play on his face. Stephen extends a hand toward you and on instinct you clasp your palm with his own, feeling the silver scars marking his fingers.

“Allow me to help.” Master Strange says it like a prayer as he lifts you out of your current seat and brings you to his massive bed. Your head races,

“What?” But Stephen is on his knees before you, reaching his hands to your shorts, the ones that ride up your ass, exposing just about everything.

“Master Strange..” He stops at your plead, his eyes locking onto you, his fingers unmoving.

His voice is husky, sharper. The sleep vanquished from his eyes. “Do you wish to stop?” but you find your toes curling, and your breath being shortened as you shake your head. Stephen removes your sleep shorts, taking your panties along with them, his digits grazing along your bare thighs. He motions for you to scoot up on the bed, and you do. You can feel your cunt dripping already, excited for this interaction. Even if it seems so sporadic.

You hear the sound of clothes being taken off as you slide into Stephen’s bed, smelling him all over his sheets. Your bare from your waist down. Stephen slides into the mattress with you, coming right behind your frame, crowding you with heat.

Strange swipes down, his breath coating your neck, whispering into the flesh. You try hard to focus on his words as his cock nudges at your ass.

Your mind is unable to process this is real, this must be some fantasy you’ve conjured up, because maybe you're really in your room, dying from hypothermia and this is the way your brain salutes you. What is happening?

“It’s a technique many ancients used to practice, a way to give and receive body heat during colder months.” - Stephen answers for you, and before you can answer the pain of something sliding deep inside you overrides your brain.

This is a very vivid fantasy.

The feel of his cock bottoming out to the hilt fills you with pleasure, even though the stretch is painful. Stephen groans, his back against your own, his cock filling you completely. He wraps a hand around your stomach, keeping you from moving.

A desperate whine escapes your lips.

“Ahh-Ahh.” Strange asks, his lips meeting your neck, his beard scratching your flesh. Your pussy floods with your arousal, and you seem to pant, wanting to move, craving it. Needing it.

“I’m only transferring heat, just focus on the feel of me.” You groan as you try to move but his grip only tightens. It was what you were doing, and it was so incredibly painful he wasn’t allowing you to move.

You whine again, but this time Stephen is at your ear, coating the shell of your flesh.

“I know you want it, baby. But we have to get you warmed up first, don’t focus on my cock, focus on your eyes-” He places a soothing kiss on your neck, feeling your body loosen under his grip.

“Can you rest for me?” You nod as you relax into his arms, hearing his words repeat in your head over and over again.

Stephen’s hand slips in between your legs, rubbing at your swollen clit. You try to keep your eyes shut as pleasure from his thumb courses through you. “That’s it, good girl.”

“Are you warming up?” He questions, the pad of his pointer finger reaches to where your bodies meet, where his cock is shoved into you.

“Yes.” It comes out as a whine as he plays with you more, driving you closer and closer to the edge. Strange’s voice fills your head, wrapping you in a dizzy spell. This is how you want to be forever, against him, with him, for him.

He pulls his hand away, trying to silence his groan as you clench around his cock. Stephen wasn’t wrong, you feel the heat rush through you, your body warming itself from his heat and your own combined.

Well done, doctor. You smile to yourself before you drift into darkness, hearing the fireplace crackle and the steady sounds of Stephen’s breathing mix. All while you fall asleep with his cock stuffed inside of you.

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          ⚚ Study Buddies ⚚

Sypnosis: Your Doctor Stephen Stranges Student at the New York Hospital, You decide to ask him for help on medical papers with a due-date up and coming. The help expands far more then to just some papers. After all, he is your mentor, how could he refuse you?

Word Count: 2.2k

!Trigger Warnings! 

-thigh riding obvi

-stephen strange X no specific oc

-she’s his student/ta at a hospital.

-workplace rom!

-age!gap 19(F) 36(M)

-pre-accident

-mentions of daddy!kink

-Praise 

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : 

  Such A Whore - JVLA

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47

The way his hands work with tools was, (normally) something so meticulously unforgettable you would never think it would happen to fascinate you. You supposed it was up to the eyes of the beholder, or in this case, the one that held the scalpel. Recently, you had been receiving more and more invites to spectate Doctor Strange’s surgeries. It was an honor only the highest can bestow. 

You loved the looks he gave you. Even if they were nothing special. He looked at you. It was hard to say that for anyone else at the NY Hospital. Female doctors, nurses, an even some desk woman would oggle all day long at the doc’s looks. You couldn’t blame them, it was hard not too.

Strange’s hand did not shake once as he lined the scalpel against the man’s chest, and cut, sticking a tube through the small incision. No one seemed to breath during theser procedures, the clock would tick, the occasional sneeze would slip free. But nothing could break the silence for you, not when you were so interlocked with his fingers, his handi-work, the way he makes it look so effortlessly easy.

“Billy.” Doctor Strange gruffs, tilting his chin towards the man. Bill nods, taking the tray away with the blood, putting it off to the side before replacing it with a clean one. He never gets a thank-you, just a chin-tilt. 

The intense moments went on for another hour as you watched the man save a womens life, sending her back to her hospital room. The only diffrence? She was now breathing. After the procedure comed to a close, you exited pulling off your scrubs and tossing them in a bin. A quick glance at the clock told you it was lunch. 

You nod at a few passing doctors, smiling as you office doors come into view. Pushing them open you let out a breath, relived you could finally get some alone time. It’s been a long day, and the frozen grapes you stuffed in the employes fridge (although, not so frozen anymore) were the perfect little treat. 

You grab the container, eyeing the treats, watching them slip and slide in the container. The refrigerator door closes as does the other one, as you roam the halls of the hospital, trying to find the perfect spot. 

Unfortunately, it’s not very warm outside. The winter weather aftermath coating the outside picnic tables and bences with it’s frosty revenge. You settle on a supply closet. Sure, filled with unknown samples, dangerous chemicals and a few wheelchairs. It’s still a private place. 

You even catch a small smile as you see one of, what must be, an extra examination table. It must have been placed in here when they relized they had had one to many. 

Setting yourself up on the patient bed, moving to dangle your legs off the end as you open the container with much considered anticipation and pop one of the frozen fruits in your mouth. The simple, yet elegant flavors wash over your tongue, making you grab one after the other. The paper protector crinkles as you shift, finding the most comfortable spot on the bed. 

Your mind roams over the rest of the days activities. There’s a collage dinner you had been invited to, but they usually ended up in older colleges bragging about opportunities you would be overlooked for. Being 19 has it’s perks, as it does its disadvantages. You sigh, popping another grape in your mouth as you hear the door creak, starting to straighten up. 

Your breath gets caught when you see Dr. Strange. He stops when he sees you, a curious look drawing over his face. 

“Lunch break?” He ask, 

“Yup.” You lift up the container in an effort to show it’s contents. 

Cocking a brow as he walks closer, the door shutting behind him. He reaches into your container, grabbing one of the last remaining grapes, plopping it into his mouth. Stephen smiles at the taste, a gesture so simple but nonetheless making heat pool between your thighs. 

“That’s lunch?” 

“Yup.” You reply, finishing off the container and capping the tupperware back up. Before you slide off the bed and head for the door you catch his eyes on you. It’s just like the other looks he cast at you, nothing different. 

“Is that all you have to say?” 

You see the amsment on his face already, 

“Yup.” You smile, slipping off the bed, fixing the paper before walking to the door. Stephen’s eyes burn at your back, you feel them. The reports that are due Tuesday are getting closer and closer, and some of the things you don’t quite understand. Perhaps if you turn in the reports to head of office yourself and force them to look at your work they might start to consider you. 

Just maybe. 

You spin around, facing him. His eyes locked on the shelves, seemingly looking for some lost medication.

Clearing your throat, you start to speak, lowering your gaze to the floor. “Would you be able to help me with uh, some papers due this Tuseday.” You swallow, as if what you just did was the hardest task known to man. It was normal, your his TA, he’s your mentor. It’s what they do, Help. 

Dr. Strange is suddenly standing over you, crowding your frame against the door. You could slip out right now if you wanted to, but something is holding you there. Stephen grabs your chin, forcing your gaze to lock with his, holding you there with just his thumb and forefinger. You can smell his aftershave, your crowded in it. His scent. Everything is Stephen. 

“Look at me when you speak.” Strange’s voice is deeper, and that heat pools in your stomach, making the storage closet seemed 10 times as small as it usually is. 

“Can you help me?” You swallow, unable to look away from his blue eyes. They are the hook holding you in place, or perhaps it’s just his very existence. Even as you try to push the unwanted feelings down, they always come back to the surface. Poking and prodding. 

“Yup.” You cringe as he mocks you, a smile playing at his lips from your reaction. He exists, grabbing the pills he needed, taking his intense gaze and scent with him. 

Now, you wait. 

⛨

“Your too distracted, how do you expect to get work done?” You shift from your seat on the couch. Your thighs rubbing against eachother, the friction only making the pent-up frustration grow. Ever since he walked through your apartment door, it’s been impossible to focus. 

“What are you so distracted by, kid?” Dr.Strange gruffs, throwing the paper back on the Coffee table. His eyes are on you now, you can feel them bore into you. Flipping your insides around. If only he would rearrange them. 

Jesus. Knock it off. He’s your mentor. 

“You.” You whisper barely audible. Strange’s eyes never leaving your body. You suddenly feel them rake lower, noticing the way your thighs are clenched against eachother, the way your tummy rises and falls. 

“Well then, why don’t we take care of that ache. So you can get this work done, hmm?” Your eyes shoot up from their place on the floor, finding their way to his blue eyes. A smile plays on his lips. 

“No. Were colleagues- your my mentor-” Stephen leans in, his breath coating the shell of your ear, 

“And Mentors are supposed to help their students.” The words make heat pulse right to your clit, pratically begging for the realease you’ve been holding in all day. He pulls away, watching as you struggle between what’s right and wrong. 

This was wrong. 

Yet somehow, it made you want to do it more. 

The look you passed him was enough, he pats his thigh, brushing his finger over his clothed knee. 

“We can't make a mess, baby. Ride my thigh.” 

You only nod, feeling every emotion under the sun as he pulls you to him, forcing you to straddle his lap. Stephen’s fingers fins your hips, caressing the curve of your ass as you positioned your clothed heat right over his thigh. Feeling the muscles beneath you, your begging to move. Except he dosen’t let you. 

Not yet.

“Take off those shorts for me. Pesky things, all they’ll do is get in the way.” God. Your cunt clenches at the sound of his voice, at how deep it’s gotten, practically a growl. You do as your told, pulling away from him to shimmy out of your sleep shorts. It was inapproiote to where them, but apart of you hoped he noticed.

Stephen did, although he acted as if he didn’t know you were rubbing your thighs together, or watching as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, examining the now forgotten papers. He only wanted you to ask. Its all you had to do, ask him and he would. 

“Come back to me.” Strange reaches his arms out, but you are already there, straddling yourself on his lap. You hold onto his broad shoulders as he positions your hips, resting both hands on either side of your ribcage. 

Guiding you.

He guides your hips forward, his erection throbbing against his slacks. You grind on his thigh, liquid heat pouring out of you. Stephen sees the evidence of your ache on the fabric of your panties and groans.

You feel a sudden burts of confidence, starting to move your hips freely, getting yourself off on his thigh. Dr.Strange lets you, resting his hands on your ass, letting you take the wheel.

You chase the feeling of him underneath you, allowing you to use him. You stop, settling on the thought before freezing in place, seeing his eyes locked with you. 

“I’m not aloud to look at the pretty girl humping my leg?” Stephen suspends a smile, looking as if he dosen’t know whats wrong. What’s making you stop. He does. He knows it as well as anyone that this is wrong, but he keeps his face composed and cool for you. After all, that ache will just get in the way. It makes embarrassment shoot up your spine. God. What were you about to do? Come on his leg? Your mentors leg?

You go to pull away, still incredibly horny, the embarrasment burying itself in your gut. Stephen stops you though, forcing your hips back down. A gasp escapes your throat as his knee pushes into you, contacting your clit with sparks of pleasure. You fall into him, positioning your neck at his shoulder, heavy breathing coming off of you. 

“It’s okay baby-” He starts, turning to meet your ear at the slope of his neck. 

“-get your pretty little cunt off on my thigh.” Your groan, burrying your nose in his neck as you begin to move your hips onto his knee as he pushes into you. You can smell his body wash, Irish Spring you’d guess. Feel him everywhere. One of his hands goes to the back of your neck, holding you against him as the other slips between your two bodies, playing with your clothed clit.

You arch closer, all while pistoning your hips against him. You chase the high, barely believing this is how your getting off. It’s nothing but a dream. Stephen’s fingers pull away when he sees your movements start to speed. He knows your getting close, that quickly? It makes him smile. 

Stephen growls in your ear, his words a low whisper. “You need my permission to come. Ask for it.” You nod, his fingers tightening on your neck. He tries to hide a smile when he feels the goosebumps his fingers leave.

Only his touch.

“Yes, Sir.” You groan, his fingers release you, before cupping the back of your throat again, a bit more gentle. Your coming, your about to come. The feeling builds and builds as your hips start to move faster, but before you do, before you let the dam break, you decide to mess with him. 

Dr. Strange wants you to ask for permission?

Ok. 

You arch a little, reaching his ear. In between breathy moans you mange to get out four words that send his whole body on fire, most of that heat flowing towards his throbbing cock. 

“May I come, Daddy?” You arch and sway, digging his thigh deeper onto your cunt. Moving on the muscles that come undone underneath. The wetness growing by the second. You hold out for him, but it’s becoming to much. Stephen sits there, looking shocked before he growls.

“Yes, Come on my thigh like a good girl.” Your pussy clenches around nothing at your mentors filthy words. He pulls away from your neck to guide your hips as you come. 

“Jesus. Kid.” He pants, sounding more breathless then you. You stay there for a moment, before pulling away from his shoulder to look down at him. 

“I can’t believe that just happened-” 

He smiles, his face looking much more bright then when he arrived. 

“Is the ache gone?” 

You nod. Gone? Its just getting started. 

“Good. Let’s get back to these papers.” You groan as you fall onto the seat next to him, watching as his eyes follow your movement, seeing your breast bounce at the action. 

“I’ll give you a reward if you finish these tonight.” Stephen smirks as you grab the papers as fast as you can, studying harder then you’ve ever had before. 

“Good girl.”