#palmerstrange smut

[marvel-snape-writes]

I saw the band that wrote/sang the song that inspired ‘Are You Happy, Stephen?’ again on Wednesday night and I think it gave me the kick up the arse to finally finish the next chapter of ‘Face Your Fears, Doctor Strange’ because I feel like I haven’t posted any in AGES

[jasmarie2600]

Palmerstrange Fanfic Idea: After Stephen tells Christine that he grew up in Nebraska on a farm and hence, had to work and help on the farm too. Christine: “So you’re kinda like, a cowboy then?” *biting her lip*

Stephen: “Yeah, kinda”

Christine: “like, a VERY hot cowboy” *still biting lip*

Stephen: *noticing the lip bite* “I can be your hot cowboy…”

Thus, the cowboy role play fantasy begins

*sorry if this is weird as heck, it just popped into my head and I had to post it, I know it sounds ridiculous 😆😆*

[popcorn-plots]

guys I am on a ROLL tonight

in her gentle care is updated :)

editing some fics on Ao3 because it gives me something to do and takes way less energy than writing a new one.

edited:

pretend

in her gentle care

touch my soul and hold my hand

only the important things

salt and pepper

waiting for you, for time and all eternity

wishful winning

[mckiwi]

McKiwi's Fic Recs

(Stephen Strange / Christine Palmer)

These are all completed. Some are multi chapter. Most have very little smut, if any at all, so if you like that kind of stuff, you’re on your own. AUs are included. If I felt the characterizations were too off, it’s not here. If grammar was unacceptable, it’s not on this list. All of these have Stephen as a main character. These are organized by word count and genre. I've tried to include a little bit of (almost) everything. If you have any suggestions, feel free to reblog with those.

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REC LIST UNDER CUT

"A Long Engagement" by englishable: [1106 words / Canon Divergence] Perhaps she should not be here and speaking to him, so soon after putting a hold on her own marriage, but there is no point in withholding help when Stephen needs it. Such has always been the story.

“Across the Universe” by Fangirl_on_fire: [1287 words / Angst] “I love you,” he says. “In every universe.” Christine smiles, soft and sad and wistful. Then she slips out of his hands, over and over and over.

"Magic Sucks" by ValmureEld (InkSiren): [1619 words / Hurt/Comfort] Stephen belatedly finds out there are physical consequences for the mystic arts. Christine, of course, has to deal with him. Wong and the cloak make an effort as well. It takes a village to deal with a young and flighty new sorcerer.

“I Don’t Want You to Go” by starkiller_queen: [2106 words / Hurt/Comfort] Christine spends an evening giving Stephen some much needed comfort and reassurance after his accident. When Stephen has a panic attack, both friends come to realize just how scarred he really is, inside and out.

“Like an Old Coat” by ValmureEld: [2190 words / Hurt/Comfort] Stephen requests Christine come to his home at the New York sanctum, and against her better judgment she goes and learns a little more of the vast world Stephen has been walking since he disappeared. Fill in to deal with some of Stephen's many injuries, physical and psychological after the battle. Also, Christine is weirded out by Astral Projection.

"Happier" by jazzaiko: [2396 words / Canon Divergence] "Are you happy, Stephen?" Stephen can't stop thinking about that question. What if there is a universe where he happily lives with Christine?

"Sweetness Itself" by englishable: [3132 words / Hurt/Comfort] Stephen receives the punishment he begs for, in place of both Christine and the world, and so she comes back from the dead no worse for wear, even if she’s extremely confused by a few minor details. They never did get to eat dessert like he promised, though. Maybe she ought to remind him. (PalmerStrange Week Day Three — Crème Brulée)

"Holy Palmers' Kiss" by Etheostoma: [3146 words / Hurt/Comfort] Though Stephen may shudder and ache with the weight of lost opportunities and his regret, he wants nothing more than for Christine to be happy. What he does not fully realize or appreciate is that she wants just the same for him. "For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss."

“Bridges Falling Down” by Dr_MiriamLanning2: [6592 words / Hurt/Comfort] When Stephen Strange materializes in Christine's kitchen in desperate need of at least one band-aid, she is forced to confront the fact that he is not exactly the man she once knew- and her heart may not be as finished with him as she thought.

“Equal and Opposite” by Anonymous: [7562 words / Canon Divergence] Stephen settles into the job of New York Sanctum Master, has a ridiculous incident on ice, makes nice with Christine and Wong, throws up a bit because he’s trying to use too much magic, and gets himself a fan club which consists almost exclusively of magical artefacts. Then there's Mordo. And the cloak. And everything else...

“Valuable Time” by reddottedpaper: [20590 words / Character Study] How did Stephen Strange and Christine Palmer meet and everything around it and their daily lives. This story gives you an insight into the mind of Stephen Strange himself, long before he was a sorcerer.

[jackatlas]

commission info!

hi, i'm kay! i'm an english BA & creative writing MA graduate who is opening fic & poetry commissions via my kofi! i have a few different tiers:

fics/original prose is priced at the following: 200 words - £20 1000 words - £50 2000 words - £100 5000 words - £150 (please message me regarding any alternative lengths)

poetry is priced as below: short form (2-3 stanzas/one prose paragraph) - £10 long form (4+ stanzas/two prose paragraphs) - £20 (please note that rhyme schemes are an additional £5)

please send a message with any questions or requests; i'll do my best to accommodate!! see below for extra information.

if you do not see anything on this list, please ask about it! i probably haven't thought of it lol. feel free to message regarding anything i will write with limitations too. please see here for fandoms/ships i will not write for.

here are some things i am happy to write:

prose, poetry, lgbt content (especially sapphics!), romantic ships, platonic & familial relationships, horror, mild gore, smut (with limitations), kink (with limitations), fics with your ocs (includes oc/canon), self-insert (not x reader, sfw only), any pov, letters from a fictional other (sfw only), mecha (sfw only), fantasy/sci-fi, monster of the week concepts (includes original monsters), vampires, werewolves (sfw only), genderbends (trans headcanons, cis-swaps - please specify), historical fiction (with limitations), fics based on songs/albums, age gaps (adult/adult only), mild violence, angst, dubcon (nothing too intense though), characters from media i don't know (please provide info!!), polyam ships, AUs, crossovers, pregnancy (sfw only)

things i will not write:

incest, underage smut, adult/minor ships, noncon, suicide, dead dove, smut for minors, aging up minors for smut, zoophilia, rpf, hard gore, hardcore kink (please ask if you need clarification), furries, mecha nsfw, x reader, nsfw self insert, hard violence, major character death, over 1000 words, multi-chapter (with exceptions), human/non-human (excluding vampires), omegaverse, zombies, prison aus, royalty aus, sex worker aus, slavery aus

some fandoms i will write for:

yugioh (duel monsters, gx, 5ds, zexal), the x files (seasons 1-3), death note, doctor who (seasons 1-4 of reboot), superstore, how i met your mother, madoka magica, fire emblem (sacred stones, awakening, fates), legend of zelda (botw/totk), marvel (mcu up to phase 3, + dsmom & wandavision), howl's moving castle (studio ghibli movie), classic literature (rebecca, wuthering heights, sherlock holmes), pokemon (most familiar with gens 1 + 5 and original anime run), avatar (atla), twilight, five nights at freddys (no ships), sabrina the teenage witch (seasons 1/2), stardew valley, + more as i think of it

ships i enjoy writing:

my faithshipping, mulderscully, doctorrose, lawlight, gx rivalshipping, matsuda/misa, peachshipping, violetshipping, scoopshipping, amy/jonah, lily/marshall, barney/robin, zelink, howl/sophie, chrom/robin, chrom/frederick, bella/alice, leo/takumi, bella/rosalie, bella/edward, ironstrange, stevetony, peppernat, tonynat, pepperony, palmerstrange, homura/madoka, frostiron, strangefrost, wandavision, doctor/jack/rose, misa/rem, doctor/jack, matsuda/light, mello/matt, gameshipping, mastershipping, fianceshipping, chaseshipping, puzzleshipping, thiefshipping, sherlock holmes/professor moriarty, dragonshipping, wishshipping, heathcliff/catherine earnshaw, edward/jacob, katara/zuko, katara/aang, sokka/zuko, + more as i think of them

[dino-fart]

Oooooo goodie goodie! Now, where do I begin with this request?

It's a prompt that I wish I could see more often but don't, and I wish I did because it hits personal, and it brings me comfort. Even though I've been trying to write it myself I don't seem to have the time and energy to do so. SO even though I sort of had asked this same prompt from many ('cause I am an insecure and jealous bitch over Palmerstrange 😭), here I go anyways.

So, the prompt is sort of inspired by Glimpse of Us by Joji, but with a happy ending. Stephen is with Y/N, who treats him amazingly, but in truth, he had used her as a rebound to get over Christine whom he was still "in love" with. But Y/N knows he is but keeps quiet and tries her best to treat him good, hoping one day he will get over Christine and love her.

But after some event (you can decide what this is) Y/N reaches her breaking point and finally confronts Stephen. This leads to a very intense, yet emotional fight and they break up. Reader is sad and heartbroken since she still loves Stephen a lot, and so is Stephen who regrets hurting reader.

Then Stephen slowly realizes how much he misses and loves Y/N and that she was the one. He finally gets over Christine and he was going to make things right. And thus, comes along Stephen doing everything he can to prove to Y/N that he loves her and only her and trying to get her back. This can end with smut or just fluff, you decide! I am happy with either, as long as it has a happy ending with them ending up together.

I hope this wasn't too long and specific! I tried to make it as vague as I can to leave room for your creativity and talents to shine! If you consider writing this then I really appreciate it as it will help bring me comfort a lot, but if you chose not to write this that is fine as well! I don't wanna force a writer to write something they wouldn't feel comfortable with, I can find someone who is to write it for me, or finally write it myself lmao. Anyways, have a nice day! <3

@bobateadaydreams

I will let you know I can't listen to Glimpse of Us anymore without hearing this version.

I do want to say I have read your stories and they are '*chef's kiss* so getting a request from you is an honor!

I like the prompt and I hope I will do it justice!

I posted it on a separate post, I edit this post with the link.

[marvel-snape-writes]

I just think the image of surgeon era Stephen and Christine fooling around in his office in the early days is hot… so then this random bit of writing was born 😶

I Hope It’s a Kiss

Stephen Strange’s head was still engrossed in the patient files on his computer screen when his office door opened, immediately knowing who it was from the footsteps that earned him a Cheshire Cat grin.

“I’ve got something for you.” Christine spoke from the door way.

“Oh, yeah?” Stephen raised a brow, the smile still on his face as he made a couple more clicks on the mouse of his computer, “I hope it’s a kiss.”

“It might involve something like that.” Christine giggled, walking closer to him.

“Why don’t you come over here and show me?” Stephen finally lifted his head in her direction, pushing his chair out from under the desk and patting one of his thighs.

“Oh, typical,” She rolled her eyes, walking over to him and accepting his offer of sitting on one of his thighs, “Always making me come to you.”

“Darlin’, making you cum is one of my favourite things to do.” Stephen flashed her a sweet grin, wrapping an arm around her waist to secure her balance.

“Regardless of where we are, it would seem, judging from how we spent Friday night…” Christine mumbled, feeling her cheeks growing slightly pink.

“Absolutely, sweetheart,” Stephen nodded, “Even if you wake up alone in your bed the next morning, you can always tell judging from where on the scale from one to ten we need to get you referred to Dr Barnes the chiropractor whether you spent the night before with me…” He shrugged, raising his eyebrows and enjoying the deep shade of red that her cheeks now were as he gazed up at her, “Now, what have you got for me, hm?”

“The mutual patient of ours that has recently been put on the fast track list for his surgery, I have his scan results.” She held them up, smiling softly.

“You could have easily asked one of the office staff to have them scanned onto his records instead of delivering them to me in person.” Stephen shrugged, glancing down at them.

“Oh, so that is the ‘thanks’ I get?” She rolled her eyes, placing the file down on the desk.

“Well, what kind of ‘thanks’ were you looking for, Doctor Palmer?” Stephen arched a brow, trying not to smirk as one of his hands found itself on her thigh.

“Something a little more worth my time.” Christine dared herself to say.

“I’ll show you something a little more worth your time over this goddamn desk if you keep that attitude.” Stephen’s voice lowered.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Christine arched a brow, biting her lip as their eyes met.

“Whatever will get me off the fastest.” Stephen shrugged, trying not to let on how much Christine acting like this turned him on.

“I don’t think you’d have the stamina for us to give it a go twice…” She shrugged, tracing her index finger along his jawline, glancing down at his lips, “So, it wouldn’t be a very fair answer.”

“Again, I don’t recall me asking you to show up at my office and give me attitude.” Stephen squinted his eyes, “But I would forgive it for that kiss.”

Christine placed her hand against his cheek and pressed their lips together, her eyes briefly closing for a few moments.

“That will be all, Miss Palmer.” Stephen spoke as they both pulled back in unison.

“Oh, will it?” Christine arched a brow, remaining against his thigh, “Because from what I remember it was me who came to you, how do you know if I'm finished?”

“You always cum for me, sweetheart.” Stephen shrugged, “But so does everyone else…”

“Everyone else?” Christine placed her hands on his shoulders.

“Don’t be jealous, baby, they’re only human.” Stephen flashed her that irritatingly arrogant side smirk.

“So, when you call me…” One of Christine’s hands trailed down the top half of his scrubs, “And you're playing with yourself…” Her hand made its way to the crotch of his scrubs as it dipped between them, Stephen automatically parting his legs a little more automatically for an undenied invitation, “And you tell me I’m the only one who can get you off…” Her fingers gently enveloped around his cock from over his scrubs, massaging her palm against it gently as her lips grazed his ear.

“Mm…” Stephen allowed a soft noise to pass through his lips before trying to gather himself together enough to speak, “Sweetheart, I just know that by the click of a finger you’d be on your knees for me.” He bit his lip as he paused for a moment, “What does it matter if I lie to you?”

“Did I just come in here for you to offload the truth to me, Strange?” Christine arched a brow, keeping her hand flat against his length that was now making itself slightly more known against one of his thighs.

“Oh, I’d offload something onto you, given half the chance…” Stephen spoke in a low tone, gazing up at her as he stole a kiss from her lips.

“Oh, yeah?” Christine licked her lips slowly once he pulled back, now working her fingertips back and forth along the entirety of his hardening cock and earning a soft moan from him in return, “And what might that be?”

“Would you like me to show you?” Stephen asked before his mouth fell open once more as he let out a small grunt from the delicate way she was handling him from over his scrubs, “I’m not sure you could handle it right here. I’m not so sure the desk could, either, come to think of it…”

“Maybe it’s a flaw in me, Doctor Strange,” Christine bit her lip, pressing her thumb directly over the increasingly dampening tip of his cock from over the material and glancing down at the darker patch upon his scrubs from where his precum has leaked through his boxers and into them, smirking when she heard the hiss he made through clenched teeth, “But, honestly… I’d let you do your worst.”

“Mm, fuck it…” Stephen growled, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her off his lap and onto his desk at the side of his computer, immediately grasping at her scrubs as their lips smacked together.

“If you’re such a good Doctor, how about you run me some tests about how I always have this unsatisfied craving of wanting you to do me no good, Stephen Strange…” Christine grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck as her fingers immediately darted into the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Shut the fuck up and I’ll show you the very meaning of being satisfied.” Stephen practically panted out his words from how turned on he was, even losing his breath at how keen Christine was in helping him practically tear her scrubs bottoms off and barely even waiting a moment before doing the same with her underwear.

“Mm, you really mean right here?” Christine grinned, glancing down between between them as Stephen fumbled with the waistband of his scrubs before grasping onto her thighs firmly and pulling her closer to him on the edge of the desk.

“Does that fit into your schedule this afternoon, Doctor Palmer?” He asked against her lips, one hand against her thigh and the other loosely jerking up and down his length in anticipation as he lined himself up with her perfectly.

“I think I can shift a few things around just for you…” Christine smirked as she hooked her legs around his hips, gazing up into his eyes, “But we sure aren’t going to heaven any time soon if we go through with it in your office… with the door unlocked…”

Both of their hearts were thudding in unison with a mixture of arousal and the thrill of getting caught. Christine gazed up at him and almost lost her breath from the dark, lustful expression she was met with gazing back at her. She knew he was going to be trouble from the moment she met him — he just had one of those faces that said, “I was made to break your heart”. And she would let him. At any given moment, any given opportunity, she would just let him. Especially after the words that fell out of his mouth in response;

“When did I ever say I was a Saint?”

-

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[marvel-snape-writes]

NEW PALMERSTRANGE!

Bad Desire

Part one: Tongue For A Taste

Set post Christine and Charlie’s wedding, Stephen’s feelings are still all over the place when they end up being invited to the same event. But is Christine having the same trouble trying to fool everyone else, too?

Snippet:

“Well, I don't need to ask your name, do I?!” The man at the door asked, looking at the guest list.

“That would depend on who you think I am.” Stephen raised his eyebrows, smiling.

Smiling until his eye caught a glimpse of Christine from behind through the doors into the main event room. His gaze trailed down from her uniquely coloured hair to the blue dress which fit perfectly over her hips just like the way his hands used to, and he cursed his ability for still being able to notice her in a crowd regardless of it’s size.

“I think you are Stephen Strange, if I am not mistaken?” The man then quickly corrected himself before Stephen even had a chance to speak, “Sorry, Doctor Stephen Strange.”

“Correct, I am.” Stephen nodded with a half convincing smile as his eyes drifted to Christine again as he spoke to himself in his head, ‘because I'm certainly not the man who is still helplessly in love with her.’

Massive THANK YOU to @jasmarie2600 for convincing me to pull my head out of my arse and write something like ‘Are You Happy, Stephen?’ again, i hope you like it!

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[marvel-snape-writes]

I just think the image of Stephen Strange coming over all jealous and possessive is one of the sexiest things you could picture, so pls enjoy this random but of drabble I jotted down…

The Way He Looked At You

“I suppose you have an excuse for your behaviour tonight?” Christine asked, standing with her hands on her hips in the kitchen as Stephen slammed the keys down on the worktop.

“I’m not having it, Christine…” Stephen shook his head, pacing the floor.

“Not having what?” Christine scowled, “I told you several times that you needed to go outside and have a word with yourself.”

“I said im not fucking having it.” Stephen’s nostrils flared, “The way he looked at you. I can’t stand it.”

“Stephen, he didn’t mean anything by it, I’m sure…” She frowned, keeping her eyes on him.

“Didn’t mean anything by it?!” Stephen exclaimed, “He was practically undressing you with his eyes!”

“Oh, and you weren’t?” She arched a brow, placing her hands on her hips.

“I swear, if he - or anyone - looks at you that way again, I-I’ll…” He clenched his fists, exhaling loudly.

“You’ll… what, Stephen?” She asked, only a little bit appalled at how much his possessive, jealous nature turned her on.

“Nothing, nothing…” He sighed, pulling a chair out from the kitchen table and sitting down on it as he covered his face in his hands while mumbling barely audibly into fingers, “I’m sorry. I just… It’s just… I don’t like people taking what’s mine.”

Christine bit her lip and walked closer to him, feeling her cheeks blush from his words and placing her hands on his shoulders.

“And what is yours, exactly?” She squeezed his tensed shoulders, “Hm?”

“You.” He responded without even a moments hesitation, making Christine’s heart skip a beat.

“Well, he didn’t take me, did he?” She lightly massaged her fingertips into his shoulders from over his blazer, “I’m still right here.”

“I know, I know…” He let out a frustrated sigh toward himself, “Fuck, I’m sorry for being an idiot.”

“Hey, shh…” Christine bit her lip, daring to smirk, “You know, seeing you like that was actually kind of hot…”

“Really?” Stephen leaned back into the chair, enjoying her hands working against his shoulders.

“Yes. In fact, it was really hot.” She leaned forward, grazing her teeth against his earlobe, “And I wouldn’t mind you showing me exactly who I belong to.”

“Yeah?” Stephen smirked, licking his lips, “I wouldn’t mind you telling me who you belong to whilst bouncing over my cock.”

“While that offer is tempting, it wouldn’t exactly be you showing me, would it?” She whispered into his ear, moving her hands further down the front of his body.

“Mm, watch your fucking mouth, sweetheart,” He looked up at her as her face remained peering over his shoulder, “Don’t push your luck.”

“And what if I want to?” She whispered, her lips tauntingly close to his.

“Then, I’ll have to show you.” Their lips brushed faintly together, Christine’s hands now against his thighs as she leaned over him.

“Show me?” Christine grinned, sliding each hand purposely slow over the crotch of his pants and enjoying the way he fidgeted slightly in his seat with his head turned now watching her, “Go ahead and show me, then.” Her fingertips rested over the button of his pants, “But tell me what it is first…”

Stephen’s breathing grew slightly jittery as he watched Christine’s palm gently masage back and forth over the crotch of his pants several times, his mouth falling open as his eyes grew heavy. He parted his legs — partly to allow her more access and partly because he could feel the somewhat uncomfortable restriction of his cock in its material cage. Christine turned her head and lightly kissed just below his ear before whispering into it, “Stephen?” Her lips continued to tease against his ear, popping open the button on his pants and grasping the zip between her finger and thumb and pulling it down tauntingly slow as he watched with a now hazy vision, “What is it that you’re so eager to show me, Mr Strange?”

Stephen let out a soft noise both from the tone of her voice and the swift movements of her hand. Christine had the ability of working him up and paralysing him all at the same time, and he could never get enough of it. In fact, that was just one of the reasons why he couldn’t bare to even imagine her with anyone else. He inhaled sharply, his breath hitching in his throat as he finally answered her question;

“I’m going to show you just how much my possession and jealousy over you has no boundaries.”

To continue or not continue? 🤔

@strangelockd​ 

@liliwandamoff​

@julyrogers​

@hellorachelmarianamorgan​

[marvel-snape-writes]

Face Your Fears, Doctor Strange — NEW CHAPTER!

18+ smutty smut smut

Stephen Strange x Christine Palmer (early days)

Chapter 11: Do You Really Want To Know How I Feel?

Snippet:

Stephen’s mouth twitched into a smirk as he hit send on that last text, placing his phone down on the desk as he busied himself with the reports again. He tried to ignore the vibration against the table and his phone lighting up with Christine’s response, but temptation soon took over him and he found his phone in his hand again.

C: I can do that for you… But I might not be wearing any clothes. Is that alright?

Stephen felt his breathing get heavier just from the image in his mind and swallowed hard as he began to reply:

S: Absolutely fine with me, sweetheart.

C: I’d much rather be covered with you on top of me anyway… creating our own heat.

That text went straight to Stephen’s cock; finding himself fidgeting in his seat as he licked his lips. He knew he had to get these reports finished and home to Christine as soon as possible or he would find his wandering hands grasping more than just pieces of paper.

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[marvel-snape-writes]

Face Your Fears, Doctor Strange — NEW CHAPTER!

Stephen Strange x Christine Palmer (early days)

18+ smut

Chapter 10: Learn Your Lesson

The morning after the night before of fooling and sneaking around while their other colleagues slept, Stephen and Christine find themselves struggling to keep their hands off each other during the work conference. Stephen lets his own imagination run wild in the shower, but once Christine catches onto what he's been up to, she has an achingly taunting way to get him back...

(Snippet below, link to full chapter above! Thank you SO much for being so patient while it took me 12 centuries to write this next chapter 🥲♥️)

“I literally fucked you twice last night and you're already this wet for me now?” Stephen grinned against her lips, circling his finger around her, “Is someone desperate, hm?”

“You actually jerked off in the shower this morning by the sounds of it.” She spoke against his lips, grasping his bottom one between her teeth, “Do not speak to me of desperation, Stephen Strange.”

Stephen lost his breath from her words and narrowed his eyebrows as the kiss broke, slightly weary that the driver would become suspicious. Christine continued to urge his wrist to keep his hand moving and tilted her head back with a soft moan, causing the material of his trousers to become even more restricted. Stephen watched in awe as his lips parted, barely able to even move his fingers on his own from how turned on he was.

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[marvel-snape-writes]

New Palmerstrange plot:

Set a year or so after Christine and Charlie’s wedding, both Stephen and Christine are invited to a mutual, ex-colleague’s wedding. Though they are on good terms, what will be reignited in such close proximity again?

So it would sort of be a sequel to ‘Are You Happy, Stephen?’, but my question is… do I chapter it and go into more detail like AYHS or do I just do one long one shot? 🤷🏼‍♀️🤔

[marvel-snape-writes]

HERE IS THE PALMERSTRANGE ONE SHOT SMUT (with a twist👀) THAT I PROMISED ♥️

I first got this idea shortly after Multiverse of Madness was released and I found myself in Greece… we were on a trip and we stopped outside a bar called “The Gentleman’s Club” and — as per fucking usual — my brain instantly went to thinking about Stephen… in a ‘Gentleman’s club’ and what could possibly take place in there… months later, and after discussing several plots with @isle-offlightless-birds, I’ve finally written it 😂

Set the night before and morning of Christine and Charlie's wedding.

Stephen is out with his friends and having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that the next morning he will be watching the love of his life marry another man. His friends suggest they go to 'The Gentleman's Club' in order for Stephen to try and forget about Christine - but the outcome may not exactly be what they, Stephen, or YOU were expecting...

Enjoy and happy new year! My goal is to give you an entirely different perspective to this whenever you see it from now on… 🫢🤭🤫

18+ smut

The Gentleman’s Club

Stephen Strange wasn't entirely sure how he ended up where he was, at this stage he could barely even remember getting a taxi to meet his friends. It was the night before the day he had been dreading since the moment he got the invite. It was one thing to attend the wedding of the woman you’re still helplessly in love with, but it was another thing to put on a smile through it all.

“How about that one?” One of his friends asked, gesturing across the road to a lit up sign above a doorway reading, ‘The Gentleman’s Club’, “Surely the sight in there will prove some sort of distraction to your little situation tomorrow.”

“What, isn't that one of those top end lap dancing clubs?” Stephen half laughed out his words, looking over at it.

“Don't pretend you don't know what it is, Stephen.” His friend laughed, “Who knows, if you end up going into one of their famous back rooms with a pretty little thing, it may be all you need to forget her.”

“Hm.” Stephen pressed his lips together, swallowing hard, “Well, we’ll have to sober up a little more if we have any chance of getting in.”

“I’ll get Jonathon to head over to the corner store and grab us a couple of waters. That’ll work, right?” One of the other friends suggested.

“Yeah, as long as we don't drink them too fast and vomit.” Another friend laughed.

“Fuck it, why not.” Stephen shrugged, “Come on, we’ll all go to the shop, grab a bottle of water, hopefully sober up, and head inside.”

“Sounds like a plan.” His friends agreed, trying to walk across the road in the most straight line possible.

The water was a good idea for the most part, other than the new added liquid to their stomach making them feel a little queasy. Stephen glanced up at the sign above the club and cleared his throat, following the rest of the party inside. His eyes were immediately drawn to the performance upon the stage running down the middle of the room, blinking hard as he watched them gradually lose each piece of clothing.

“Grab a drink, pull up a chair, and enjoy the view.” One of his friends sniggered, nudging his side with a wink.

Stephen couldn't help but to allow his eyes to flicker to the stage as they stood at the bar, almost cursing himself for wearing his tighter pants tonight.

“I think that’ll turn into quite a stiff drink.” Stephen smirked as they walked over to the seats scattered about by the stage.

“Are you trying to tell me you've never been in one of these bars before?” One of his friends asked with a laugh, setting his beer down on the table.

“It’s been a while.” Stephen shrugged.

“Before… her?” He asked, gazing over at Stephen.

“Do seats this close to the stage come with a complementary pillow to put over your lap?” Stephen asked jokingly in an attempt to divert the question.

“I’m sure you wont be the first person to get a boner under circumstances like these.” His friend chuckled.

“What do they do, climb on your lap and talk about the first thing that pops up?” Stephen laughed, taking a drink of his beer.

“Depends if they like you or not.” His friend shrugged.

“Huh?” Stephen squinted his eyes.

“There's always potential for more.” His friend winked, “You just have to be lucky.”

“I see…” Stephen exhaled slowly, turning his attention back to the stage as the light dimmed.

His eyes widened as he watched several different women go about their individual acts upon the stage, leaning a little further back in his seat. He couldn't deny that he was attracted to them, but he kept his eye on one girl in particular. She was a red head, and he swore she kept looking at him on purpose. Each dancer was wearing a masquerade mask, but he tried his best to catch a proper look at her, finding his eyes squinting more and more each time. He took a drink from his beer and gasped as each dancer stepped off the stage and made their way into the audience, hardly able to believe his luck as the redhead approached him.

“May I…?” The red head asked, glancing down at his lap as the others also selected someone else each in the audience, “Mr…?”

“S— uh, Mr Strange…” He swallowed hard, almost even holding his breath as she sat herself over one of his thighs, “Yeah, sure…”

“Hi, Mr Strange…” She grinned, setting her hands on his shoulders.

“Wh—Why did you pick me?” Stephen asked, licking his dry lips slowly as he gazed down at hers.

“Me pick you?” She giggled, rocking against his thigh a little and smirking when she felt it tremble slightly beneath her, “You picked me, Stephen.”

“I did?” Stephen let out a small chuckle, lifting his hand to settle on her hip.

“You’re not allowed to touch, sir.” She shook her head, biting her lip from how quickly he moved his hand.

“O—Oh, I'm sorry, I-” He stuttered, swallowing hard.

“Unless you come with me into one of those…” She spoke subtly, gesturing toward the dimly lit rooms that were barely visible through the blurry glass of the window in the door.

“Wait, you mean…” Stephen blinked hard, feeling his palms growing sweaty from her insinuations.

The girl said nothing, only responding with a nod. Stephen watched closely as she climbed off him, glancing down at her hand reaching out to him.

“I give you permission to hold my hand.” She rolled her eyes playfully when she saw the hesitation in him.

Stephen smiled appreciatively and took her hand, almost thankful for it with his weakened knees at this point. He loosely gripped onto her and followed her toward one of the doors, looking over his shoulder at his friend in shock but only to be more confused when his friend winked at him.

“C—Can I just say…” Stephen let out a shaky breath when she brought them into the snug room, “I— I’m not expecting you to…”

“Shh, Stephen…” She shook her head sitting him down on the bed.

“I didn't come here with the intention of—” He inhaled sharply when she sat on one of his thighs again.

“Stephen…” She sighed, placing one of her hands against his cheek.

“You know, the boys thought it would be good for me to come here because it would take my mind off tomorrow, because…” He started to ramble, not even sure what he was saying at this point, “Tomorrow is going to be the hardest day of my life and— sorry. I’m sorry, I don't know why I'm telling you all this… You don't get paid enough to listen to my shit.” He chuckled.

“Stephen!” She tried to stop him again, now rubbing her thumb against his cheek.

“So, I want you to know, I didn't come here expecting. anything from you, o—or from anyone!” He raised his eyebrows, “You actually remind me of her, you know…” His eyes scanned along her masquerade mask that she was still wearing, “So, I guess what I'm saying is… we can just stay in here and talk, if you want. We don't have to do anything, no one has to know, you’ll still get paid and I'll still… have some company.”

“Stephen.” She spoke in a more stern tone this time.

“Wait, how do you know my…” Stephen squinted his eyes before letting out a small chuckle, “I guess everyone just knows me now.”

“Not as well as I do.” She replied, reaching behind her head to unfasten the mask, revealing her face.

“W—Wait… what?!” Stephen gasped, feeling himself almost go lightheaded from the shock, “Christine?!”

“Sh!” Christine giggled, placing her finger over his lips.

“How did you—?! Wh—Why?! What?!” Stephen blinked hard, breathing heavily against her finger as it remained over his lips.

“I just needed to see you.” Christine bit her lip as she brought her finger away from his lips.

“But, but…” Stephen let out a shaky breath, feeling his heart beating madly, “Y—You don't work here, do you?”

“The hospital just doesn't pay the bills like it used to.” She teased, sighing dramatically before letting out a little giggle, “All part of the plan.” She shrugged.

“Plan?” He blinked hard.

“I needed to see you before tomorrow.” She narrowed her eyebrows.

“Are you joking?” Stephen squinted his eyes in confusion, “My… my friends told me to come in here to try and forget about tomorrow.”

“Stephen, listen, it’s all been part of the plan.” Christine raised her hands, placing them against his warm cheeks.

“How… how could they have known… you… were…” Every attempt at trying to string a sentence together was proving difficult for Stephen, “You’re getting married tomorrow… what on earth do you want with me?”

“Your friends bringing you in here, me being here, them telling you were to sit…” Christine brushed her fingers through his hair, gazing into his eyes, “It’s all part of the plan to see if I'm making the right decision.”

“The right…” Stephen swallowed hard, feeling himself grow even weaker from the eye contact, “The right decision?”

“Charlie.” She raised her eyebrows, “Is he the right decision?” She lightly ran her fingernails against the side of his neck, “Or is it you?”

“Christine, I…” Stephen lost his breath from the feeling of her nails as the eye contact intensified, “I—I don’t understand…”

“I need to know…” Her fingers slid into the nape of his neck, inhaling sharply when she felt his hand place against her waist as she remained sat on his knee, “Can I kiss you?”

“Stop asking stupid questions.” Stephen responded, barely even leaving time for a breath before pressing their lips together and making a soft noise as Christine tightened her grip on his hair while kissing him back.

Christine’s hands frantically flew through his hair as their heads tilted in separate directions in order to deepen the kiss as quickly as possible. Stephen’s hand trembled against her waist as their tongues touched, almost scared to push his luck and place it anywhere else. He couldn't deny the sudden excitement mixed with the affect Christine endlessly had on him lit a flame of arousal in the pit of his stomach, and he hoped to god it wouldn't become too obvious too soon. He wrapped his arms around her properly as he stood up, keeping her around his waist as their kisses grew more intense.

“Interesting choice to carry me to the wall when we’ve got a bed right there…” Christine teased against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Stephen tried — and failed — to think of how to verbalise that he didn't want her hands to wander to the embarrassingly premature hard on he had just from her kisses and eye contact earlier. Instead, he stumbled forward until her back was pressed against the door, panting against her lips as he pulled back briefly to speak.

“I— I…” He tried to gather his breath, “I’m just making sure the door is locked.”

“Mm, don't be so prude, Stephen…” Christine bit her lip as he pathetically attempted to check the door with her still around his waist, “If you’ve stood up because you want me to get on my knees and suck your cock, just say…”

“Ch… Christine…” Stephen’s voice shook from her words and he gazed into her eyes, swallowing hard.

“Hm?” She looked up at him, fluttering her eyelashes innocently, “How about it, one last taste?”

“Wh—What, really?” Stephen raised his eyebrows, feeling his cock twitching in his trousers as she slid down his body purposefully slow until her feet were back on the floor, “Are you sure?”

“I don't recall you usually being this hesitant about a blowjob…” Christine gazed up at him with a smirk.

“Yeah, well, all the other times weren't exactly the night before your wedding…” Stephen cleared his throat, nervously licking his lips as their eyes met again.

“Look at you having morals…” Christine rolled her eyes playfully and held onto his thighs as she knelt in front of him, “Doesn't look like all of you has morals, though…” She giggled, leaning forward to brush her lips against the bump in the crotch of his pants.

“Fuck…” Stephen whined, feeling his hands trembling by his sides.

“Fuck?” Christine gazed up at him, raising her eyebrows, “Or suck, hm?”

Stephen’s words were taken from him when she popped open the button on his trousers, his heavy eyes watching as she leaned up a little further without breaking eye contact. Christine dipped her head forward and took the zip of his pants between her teeth, carefully pulling it down with a smirk. Stephen felt like he had invisible restrains upon his arms as he watched her with widened eyes, feeling his cock throb from anticipation as she pushed his crotch open purposefully slowly.

“Do you ever not tease?” He let out an uneasy chuckle, swallowing hard.

“Oh, I'm sorry, is this too slow for your liking?” She asked as she placed both of her hands on his trousers and yanked them down swiftly along with his boxers so they sat just below his hips.

“G—Go at your own pace, sweetheart…” Stephen stuttered, feeling her warm breath against his erection as she remained knelt close to him.

“Yeah?” Christine arched a brow, wrapping her fist around his length and pointing it down toward her, “You used to like it when I let you have me at your own pace…” She smirked.

“I— I was always just trying to buy me some time because I know you knew— know— knew— know… how to make me weak at the knees…” Stephen blinked hard.

“Is that right?” Christine smirked, “Well, look who's on their knees now…” She grinned, leaning forward.

Stephen’s mouth hung even further open as he watched Christine press her lips to the tip of his cock, resting them there for a few moments before pulling back and stretching a string of precum between them both. She only waited a moment to catch his reaction before moving her head forward again and enveloping her lips around the head of his cock completely.

“Ch—Christine…” Stephen choked out his words, his hands madly trembling by his sides. Christine smirked from his reaction and pulled her head back, starting to press light kisses along the underside of his length as her eyes fell shut.

“Mm, mm, mm..” She made soft noises as the kisses trailed back toward the head of his length, pushing it back in her mouth again and starting to swirl her tongue in circles against the sensitive ridge with her eyes still closed.

“N—No, no…” Stephen inhaled sharply, placing a shaky hand against her head, “N—Not yet… fuck, please don't do that yet.”

“Still a sucker for it, hm?” Christine giggled, teasing, “I’d have thought you’d taught yourself some self-control at your age.”

“It’s been a while since you were on your knees for me…” Stephen mumbled.

“Have you had many on their knees for you since me?” Christine arched a brow, wrapping her hand back around his length again and sliding it down to the base as she lined up the head with her lips.

“N—No comment…” Stephen swallowed hard, “I’d be lying if I said I didn't always close my eyes and pretend that it was you, though.”

“Mm, let’s give you something to jog your memory, then…” Christine smirked.

Stephen watched with heavy eyes as Christine parted her lips, pushing the entirety of his length into her mouth and holding it there for a few long moments whilst enjoying the heavy breathing of his anticipation. With her free hand, she took his wrist and placed it on the back of her head, letting out a soft giggle when she noticed how much it was shaking. Once his hand was entangled in her hair, she immediately started to bob her head back and forth with her fist following each movement while remaining snug around his length.

“O—Oh!” Stephen gasped loudly, his back immediately arching and leaning his head back against the door with his eyes tightly squeezed shut from the pleasure shooting through him, “F—Fucking yes…”

Christine lapped her tongue against him a few times as her fist jerked up and down at a relentless pace, opening her eyes briefly to catch a glimpse of his stupidly sexy expressions. Stephen’s grip on her hair tightened slightly as she started to match the movements of her fist with her mouth again, her cheeks caving in from the amount of effort she was putting in. Stephen moaned each time his length slipped in and out of her mouth, now placing two hands on her head and feeling them trembling madly as they guided her back and forth.

“Ugh, wrap your lips around my cock and all self control goes out the window, sweetheart…” He moaned out his words, rocking forward onto his tiptoes a little.

“Mm-mm…” Was all that Christine could muster as his length bounced against the back of her throat, impressively continuing her movements without a single gag as her eyes began to water — as if her mouth had been moulded for him.

Christine tightened her fist around his cock, enjoying the way it pulsated in her grip as she continued to frantically jerk it up and down following her mouth. Stephen gasped loudly and felt the flames flicker in his stomach in the only way Christine could make him feel, shakily grasping onto her hair a little tighter as his toes curled in his shoes.

“Mm, fuck, you’re…. y—you’re gonna…” He could barely speak from the amount of pleasure he was lost in, arching his back against the wall slightly. Christine smirked and immediately recognised his change in breathing and body language, pulling her head back so that the head of his cock was resting against her flat tongue, “A—Ah, yeah, m—make me f—fucking cum, Christine…” His hands were shaking so much at this point that they could barely grasp onto her hair.

Christine immediately obeyed his command and began to massage her tongue under the head of his cock while her hand continued to pump up and down the rest of his desperately aching length, twisting her fist simultaneously. Stephen let out a loud yelp of pleasure as he began to shoot string after string of cum into her mouth, his toes turning white from how hard he was clenching them. His moans bounced off the walls as Christine’s movements refused to let up, trying his best to grasp onto her hair as his chest heaved up and down while his back lifted all the way off the door as a result.

“Fucking yes, yes, yes…” His words were barely audible, jolts of electricity continuing to shoot through him, “A—Ah!” He gasped loudly as his body lifted itself off the mattress, his arms grasping onto the bedsheets before quickly raising to cover his face as he panted heavily into them. He pushed his hands backward and through his somewhat sweaty hair, staring into his bedroom as he tried to calm his breathing. He paused for a moment from how sweaty his face also appeared to be, evidently confused at the whole situation, and glanced at his watch on the bedside table before picking it up.

Once he had gathered himself together, he looked down at his laptop screen still open with the video at the end of what he was watching the night before; himself and Christine when they used to work together at the hospital. He attempted to move his legs but paused momentarily when he felt an uncomfortable consistencey gathered within his boxers. Scowling, he lifted the bedsheets up and scoffed when he saw the sticky result of what he could only presume had been from a wet dream. It was only then that the memory of the dream came flooding back to him — the drinks with friends, ‘The Gentleman’s Club’, the dancers, the masks, the redhead dancer approaching him, taking him into the room and revealing that she… was Christine. The last thing he remembered before falling asleep was watching the old videos of them together and not knowing whether to cry or jerk off. In the end he forced himself to sleep. But now it was morning, and he had to get himself cleaned up, ready and presentable for a wedding. However, it just so happened to be the wedding of the woman who he had just had a wet dream about sucking his cock.

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How about a new ‘Face Your Fears, Doctor Strange’ chapter? 🤔

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OKAY, I know it’s been 10719171817 YEARS, BUT I can finally say that the next chapter of ‘Face Your Fears, Doctor Strange’ is now FINISHED! 🥳

I just need to read through it and then it’s all yours — thank you for your patience, I hope it’s worth it 😅

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FINALLY NEW CHAPTER:

Face Your Fears, Doctor Strange.

Chapter nine: Persuasive Tongue 18+

By far the SMUTTIEST chapter yet!

After a brief pause in spending time with one another due to work schedules, Stephen and Christine are both invited to a work conference where they hope to make up for lost time in their all-expenses-paid hotel room. However, that plan slowly starts to fall apart when they realise they will be sharing their room with other doctors... but they'll make do with what they've got, right? But not before almost catching themselves out in front off their colleagues...

Snippet:

“Y—You make a very good point…” Stephen swallowed hard, glancing around the room for a few moments before pressing their lips back together again and starting to walk her further into the room.

“Mm, where are we going?” Christine smirked against his lips when he lifted her up against his waist.

“I haven't had my supper yet, sweetheart, and I'm really fucking hungry…” He spoke against her lips, sitting her down on the kitchen table, “But why bother making myself something to eat…” He immediately crouched between her legs, gripping at her underwear and mercilessly dragging them down her legs, “When I can just devour what's right in front of me?”

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