Avengers x Reader: One Shots & Imagines

My docile doctor - Doctor Strange x Fem!Reader

summary: Stephen likes being your good little submissive doctor.

warnings: Explicit sex (F/M), doctor kink, Dom!Reader, Sub!Stephen, cock riding, Praise kink, degradation, marking (M!Receiving), riding crop and pain kink; BDSM? idk; protection used: contraceptive pills.

words: 1320, sorry it's not that much :<

dedicated to: Bleecker_St_Magician

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"Kneel," you commanded.

Who were you commanding? Well, it was none other than doctor Stephen Strange. The sorcerer was an elegant submissive, and here he was, on his knees, on the bed, for you.

"How may I please you, Mistress?" Stephen asked with his gorgeous steel-grey eyes.

"Let's start with this," you smiled. Twisting the riding crop in your hand, you trace it down his face. "I want you to tell me exactly how you feel, when I touch you, hit you and make you feel good."

Kneeling down next to him, you grabbed him by his chin, forcing his gaze onto you while you instructed him next, "But most importantly I want you to tell me if you want to continue or not."

"Yes Ma'am," he moaned. The feeling of your skin over his was the most ecstatic thing to him.

"Good boy," you sighed, lifting the crop into the air and landing a soft blow onto his thigh. The doctor winced quietly, his pain slowly turning into pleasure as he threw his head back.

"Thank you, mistress," he groaned, motioning his chest forward as a signal for more.

"That's my lovely pet," you strike him again, a little harder this time, on his shoulder, just above his clavicle. He gave out a loud whimper which just made you wetter.

"Oh, Mistress, thank you!" He cried, tears welling in his eyes from the delightful agony, "Thank you for this elating pain."

"I'm so proud of you," you kissed the top of his head, making butterflies soar through the sorcerer's stomach, "You're so brave for doing this with me."

"Kiss me, mistress, please."

"Oh, I love it when you beg," You bent down, pressing your lips to his.

The warm taste of his lips was just enough for you to push him off his knees and onto the mattress, the soft bedding almost engulfing him whole.

Kissing Stephen awoke some form of bestiality inside you. It made you want to scratch him, mark him, claim him as yours and yours only, but it also made you want to hold him, want to feel him around you on days when you felt down, it made you fall in love with him.

And Strange would let you do all those things to him. He'd let you do whatever you wanted to him. He loved you, he told you so every night. He told you of how much you meant to him even though you would degrade him, and tell him how much of his slut you were when you praised him.

"I love you," you moaned into the sorcerer's mouth. He responded by wrapping his legs around you while you nibbled at his cheekbone and then down to his jawline, gasping for air after tasting you.