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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.
