Strange Addictions [ Doctor Strange X Reader ]

Chapter Two: Please, call me Stephen

    The next morning you awoke with a yellow tinge of light shining across your face. Squinting, you realized that the curtains were slightly parted, allowing the golden rays to peek through. A groan escaped your lips, and you turned over to face the darker part of the room. You were never really a morning person, but sunrises were unmistakably beautiful events. Your mind drifted slowly from consciousness to unconsciousness, then back again to consciousness. Fuuuck, just five more minutes, you thought while trying to fall back asleep, but to no avail, you couldn't find your way back to your dream-state.
    With a long sigh, you forced yourself up to a sitting position. Even though it hurt your abdomen to move, you couldn't bear another second staying in the same position for so long. Finally, you were able to achieve your goal. You sat there for a while, thinking and staring at the plain, white ceiling. There was a small water stain in the left corner of the room, and you wondered how it got there. The sound of the doorknob rattling interrupted your wandering mind.
Doctor Strange walked in. "How did you sleep, (y/n)?" He set down his clipboard and pulled a chair back into the spot it had been in last night. "Do you happen to remember anything new from your attack?"
"No," you responded, "I don't think so, Doctor."
"Please, call me Stephen."
"Ok," you were rather perplexed, since doctors were usually more formal with their patients. Not that you minded the extra attention from Doctor sexy. You mentally tried to immure the inappropriate thoughts, reminding yourself that he's just giving you his first name since you are under his care.
"Well, may I take a look at your wounds?" Stephen asked, gesturing towards the bandages wrapped around your torso. You nodded, and scooted forwards  so that he could examine the damage done to your body. He thanked you and began to unwrap the cloth, revealing the tender skin around the stab wound. He touched it carefully, examining the scab forming around the stitches.
"You seem to be healing nicely. In fact, your wound is already starting to close up, which is very unusual for such a recent injury. Have you always healed fast?" Strange asked, his hand still resting on your skin. You felt slight tremors, and looked down at his fingers. A gasp escaped your lips as you saw scars tracing where his bones would be, leaving behind a discoloration to his skin. He followed your gaze and quickly withdrew his hands, hiding them behind his back.
"What happened to your hands?" You exclaimed, staring in shock at him, but your expression was quickly replaced with confusion. "And how are you still able work as a doctor and preform surgeries?"
"I- uh..." Strange tried to answer, and then another thought crossed your mind.
"Did you preform any surgery on me? I mean, no offense but it seems a little risky to do any kind of surgery when your hands have suffered terrible inju-" Stephen cut you off before you could finish.
"I was in a car accident that crushed my hands. The headboard of the car folded over my fingers when I grabbed onto the steering wheel, and no, I did not preform surgery on you. I would never risk the life of a patient." He said with sincerity in his eyes.
"That still doesn't explain how you're still a doctor." You said, folding your arms over your chest. Strange paused, and looked down at your crossed arms, which had pushed up on your breasts, making them more noticeable than before. Quickly, he looked back up at you and met your fierce gaze.
"I used to work here as a neurosurgeon, but since I couldn't really do that anymore, I moved down the the position of a chiropractor and I help patients part time to bring medication to the sick when the other doctors are busy." He said rather smoothly, but you detected that it was a lie.
"Prove it." You said.
"What?"
"Prove it. If you are really a chiropractor like you say you are, you need to prove it."
"Alright then. I'll need you to lay on your stomach. I'll prove it by showing you the different pressure points in your back." Strange said as he placed his hand on the small of your back, causing a shiver to run down your spine. "I'll be careful of your injury."
"I'm not sure how popping my back is supposed to prove anything." You said, skeptical of his actions.
"Oh, you'll see." His voice was smooth and velvety, but in a rather subtle way, as if he didn't really mean to make his voice sound so goddamn sexy. He guided you as you attempted to lay on your stomach without disturbing the stitches, and once you were in the right position, he placed his hands on your back. They were rough, and calloused, but they were also skillful as he began to massage your aching muscles. It felt so good. He placed his hands in between your shoulder blades; his hands looked like that of a praying man. He pressed down and you heard a crack! He slowly moved downwards, putting pressure on certain areas before reaching the bottom of your rib cage.
Crack.
Crack.
Crack.
You couldn't help but let a small moan escape your lips. Your back, which had been aching and sore, felt loose and free. In fact, you practically melted underneath is scarred hands.
"Thank you, Stephen," you said as he continued to massage your back, working on the knotted muscles underneath the skin. He smiled when you said his name. His lips are so beautiful. Especially when he smiles.
"No problem. Do you believe me now?";
"Hmm," you spoke rather softly, hoping that he wouldn't stop. Slowly, Stephen worked his way down to your waistline, where he massaged the sides of your torso by pushing outwards on them and back in.you could feel the vibrations of your own voice as you purred. You never even knew that a massage could feel this good!
"I'll take that as a yes," Strange chuckled. Smile lined appeared around his eyes and the corners of his mouth. Once you realized that you were staring at him you blushed slightly and looked away.
Strange started to wrap some clean bandage and gauze around your wound, but stopped shortly afterwards.
"Your wound, it's completely healed!" He looked at you with astonishment, then his expression changed. "(Y/n), I think you should know something."

Author's note: if you couldn't tell, I desperately need a back rub, and wouldn't mind one from this sexy Doctor. But sadly, I am just the writer, and not the character. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the chapter and I'm sorry that I'm not able to update more. I do try to make the chapters nice and long, though ;) so you get more out of each update. Please, feel free to leave any feedback in the comments below!