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iamsherlocked1479 · 4 months

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Happpy New Year

Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: explicit content 18+, slut shame, chocking

Description: Stephen doesn't like that you recived a compliment, he doesn't like that somebody would even consoder they had a chance with you.

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Most people are drunk right now, you’re not denying that you were, of course nobody leaves a Stark party completely sober. All beat it, most of the guests haven’t left yet, they were currently counting down to midnight last you heard the ball will drop in 10 minutes, but you couldn’t care right now. You’re currently pressed up against the padded wall of what looks like a gym, technically you hadn’t left Stark Tower yet, with your legs neatly parted over Stephen's shoulders as his tongue glided through your slick folds.

“Oh fuck steph- we’re gonna miss the countown, we have to- shit.” Your eyes squinted shut and your hand tightened in his hair as he drew you closer to an orgasm. Your statement was thoroughly met with a grunt and a quick “I don’t care sweetheart” as his tongue continued to lap its way around your clit.

This had all started because Thor complimented your dress, he meant no harm of course only stating that you should belong with the Asgardian gods. But like always Stephen was jealous, he hated that a man would even consider himself worthy of being able to see you the way he did, a goddess in your own right. So after that one incident, at exactly 11:49pm Stephen had enough of the looks you were getting, even though you only had eyes for him, and proceeded to pull you into the nearest empty room and show exactly how only he could make you feel.

“Shhh, sweetheart, don’t want anyone hearing those sweet sounds you make for me.” He said, snaking his hand up your body to cover your mouth as you came. He lifted your legs off his shoulder and pinned you between him and the wall. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he kissed you, your hands continued to work on the buttons of his shirt as they had done earlier before he dropped to his knees for you. “Ah, ah sweetheart” he grabbed your wrists and moved your hand to his tight trousers where you palmed him through his clothes, “we gotta do this fast, i want all the others to see me kiss you at midnight.” He purred as he spun you around, tracing his cock between your folds before pushing you against the wall with a deep thrust.

You didn’t like jealous stephen, but you loved the way he fucked, he was normally so gentle and kind making sure to touch and kiss you everyway possible before slowly drawing out orgasm after orgasm. But jealous Stephen, he fucked hard, he wasnt one for yelling or arguing, so he would take out his frustrations by pounding into you, he wanted to prove how fast he could make you cum how only he could make you feel that good.

“You’re mine you know that right?” He purred as he sucked and nibbled at the pulse point on your neck leaving a purple mark for all to see. His cock had the perfect curve making it rub right against your g-spot in this position.

“Steph- please, i know im yours, fuck” you cried as his hand snaked around your neck bringing your head to his. He squeezed slightly, not enough to make it hard for you to breathe, but enough for your hand to clamp onto his wrist and walls to clench around his cock.

“Did you like the way Thor looked at you?” He moved his free hand to pull your dress down just enough to expose your tits to the world. “Did you want him looking at these?” He groaned with his cock twitching inside you. He grabbed on one of your tits, roughly massaging it in his hand and pinching on the nipple. “You know you’re so beautiful, I know you know every man smart enough wants you, admit it you like the attention.” He hissed, kissing your neck and thrusting even harder causing a pile of weights to tumble to the floor. “Tell me sweetheart, do you enjoy the attention?”

“Ye- shit, yes stephen. Fuck.” You moaned, your legs shaking at the overstimulation. He spun you around so that you could see yourselves in the mirrored walls, one hand gripped your chin and pointed you towards the mirror, while the other clung around your abdomen holding you in place as he kept himself inside you.

“Look at you.” He hummed in satisfaction, you looked at what you saw, your dress creased, tits popping out over the top of your dress, mascara running down your face, legs shaking, “look at us” you looked at him through the reflection, eyes darkened, hair stuck with sweat to his forehead, shirt falling down his shoulders and his trousers down only just enough to get his cock out. It was a sight to see, yet a sight you and stephen both loved to see, he loved showing you what he can do to you, and you loved that stupid dumb sarcastic smile of his.

His arm that wrapped around your waist slid down to your clit as he continued pushing inside you, his fingers played with your clit using his precum that dripped from you as a lubricant, adding to the pleasure. You squeezed your eyes shut as you could feel that knot tightening, threatening to break as your insides fluttered. Stephen moaned at the sensation of your walls clenching around him.

“Open your eyes” he demanded “I want you to watch as I make you cum, i want you to realise you’re a slut, but you’re my slut.” He grunted as he felt himself drawing closer to his release, his fingers now frantically swiped up and down your clit and with his cock still hitting your g-spot, the sensation became unbearable and the knot snapped, this felt different your felt yourself dripping onto him and creating a small puddle on the hard gym floor. Your knees buckled and you melted to the floor where Stephen set you on all fours, still making sure you can see yourself in the mirror. He kept himself inside you as you slumped, trying to catch your breath

“You see that, that's how good I can make you feel. Tell me what you are.” he said, giving you a single hard thrust causing the sound of skin on skin to echo through the dark room.

“Yours.” you said through breathless moans, this landed a firm yet satisfying slap on you ass as he sped up his motions.

“My what?” he said “speak up” he said moaning, following his own ecstasy

“Your slut.” you cried out, holding yourself up as you could see in the mirror that he was completely lost in the chase for his own orgasm, so you angled yourself that you were pushing yourself onto him every time he entered you. “I’m your slut stephen, yours and yours alone, my pussy is made for you.” your words only encouraged him as he moaned with the satisfaction that the lesson he had been trying to teach you had finally sunk in.

“That's right sweetheart, your mine” His trembling hands practically vibrated as he gripped the fat of your hips turning his knuckles white. You looked in the mirror, the smell of sex filling your nostrils, you looked at the sight behind you, his biceps straining through the sleeves of that white dress shirt you loved so much, his muscular chest shining with sweat. That was the man you fell in love with, every inch of him, even his salt and pepper temples he hated so much, you loved him.

“Say it again sweetheart.” he begged, he was so close.

“I’m your slut Stephen. I want you to fill me up, make your slut drip with your cum Stephen.” you called out with a victorious smile as he came, strengthening his grip on your waist. His body caved on top of yours as he littered your shoulder with kisses.

“Did you fuck out that atitude?” you asked with a giggle

“I don’t have an attitude.” he stated, sitting back on his knees and watching his seed drip from you. “I just like to make my opinion clear.” he smiled when you jolted as he pushed his cum back into your sensitive hole.

“I think you did.” you got up and put your underwear back on, which had been left at the door, the face he pulled when he realised you were just going to keep his seed inside you almost wanted to make you do it all again, but you did have a deadline to meet. You watched as he buttoned up his shirt and tucked himself back in place. “You know I love you and only you right?”

“Of Course i do.” he walked over and kissed your forehead “i just wished other people understood that.” he clicked his fingers and your makeup and hair neatened themselves up like nothing had happened and linked his arm into yours.

“It was just a compliment Stephen, Thor didn’t mean anything by it.” you laughed to yourself as the hum of the party grew near

“You don’t know that for sure.” Stephen joked back as he grabbed two glasses of champagne and handed one to you.

“I know you’re jealous.” you looked at him and he rolled his eyes

“So what if I was?” he smiled “Sometimes i think you prefer it.”

“So what if I did?” your brow quirked, he opened his mouth to say something when you were interrupted by the rest of the guests beginning to count down and stephen lead you to the balcony where the others where

“3… 2… 1… Happy new year!” Stephen pulled you towards him and locked his lips with yours with a passionate kiss, you had to grip your glass so that you didn’t drop it on impact, he pulled you closer to him, allowing you to rest on his chest before finally parting.

“Happy new year sweetheart.” he smiled and gave you another peck

“Happy new year.” you smiled back

“Now correct me if i’m wrong but we need to go home, i haven’t seen you naked since last year.” he pulled your wrist

“That joke wasn’t funny last year and it still isn’t” you gave him a pity laugh

“Then why are you following me?”

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A/N: I have to say i might have gotten a little carried away with some of the language there, but im not appologising, this was based of a dream i had a few weeks back and i thought i'd turn it into a lil end of year gift for you all because in january i will have bneen posting for two years which is crazy to me because this year we have grown from around 50 followrrs to 250! which is even more crazy so, hope to get back into the swing of things next and hope you all have a great new year love ypu all sm! <3

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geeky-politics-46 · 8 months

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Show Me/Her Prize

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: You discover Stephen's little panty stealing habit and request a demonstration of what he does with them.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - mutual masturbation, dirty talk, panty stealing, slight dom/sub, sub Sinister, slight degradation, fingering, reference to oral sex, reference to vaginal sex, pet names, language

This is a follow-up to my story "His Prize". The idea was first posited in a comment from @ppatricia34me & the mutual masturbation theme requested by @ironstrange1991. Thank you for the ideas, as I'm quite proud of this one!

"Stephen, did I drop some laundry in the hallway? This can't be all of it."

Your voice echoed through the Sanctum and quickly found your lover's ear. From his spot in the living room, where he had been perched with some ancient tome he was rereading, Stephen stood up and started to scan the hall you had just come from for anything you may have dropped.

He carefully placed the book down and continued looking around the floor to no avail. There didn't appear to be anything you had dropped and left behind. He even retraced your steps, ending in the doorway of the master bedroom. Where he found you sitting on your shared bed sorting through a large load of freshly dried laundry.

"I didn't see anything in the hall, my love. Why? What's wrong?"

By now, you had started separating the clothes into distinct piles. One for his robes, one for his casual wear and boxers, one for your daily clothes, one for your pajamas, and lastly, one for your bras and panties. The last pile was definitely the smallest and seemed to be the source of your conundrum. Without looking up from the pile, you answered.

"It's just weird, I can only find one pair of my underwear, and there should definitely be more than that."

Oh shit.

He tried to keep his expression neutral as you rooted through the piles of clothes again. Checking to make sure they weren't stuck inside sleeves or pant legs. Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion and slight frustration.

He knew you weren't going to find them because he knew where they all really were. Sitting in the bottom right-hand drawer of his desk in his study. All stained with his cum. Having taken them to enjoy on his own. He didn't realize he must have pilfered quite so many. He certainly didn't intend for you to notice.

Or maybe he secretly did. Why else would he have kept doing it? Why else would he let himself take another pair without returning the last pair? It had all started with that purple lace pair he loved so much. Now, his drawer held a veritable rainbow of colors and fabrics.

Really, it was all your fault. He had never been this way before you. Never stolen another girlfriend's panties before. Never been this insatiable before. It was just something about you that had him so obsessed and needy. He practically felt drunk every time you touched him. You just had this power over him. How could he resist taking your panties?

He could fix this though. All he had to do was make it look like you had just missed a pile of laundry in the dryer. He would just go get your underwear out of his drawer, except maybe that favorite purple pair, use his magic to clean them and then bring them back, saying they were still in the dryer.

Yeah, that was it. That was what he would do. In the future, he would just be more careful about keeping his little collection under control because he definitely didn't intend to stop. He just had to go get them before you finished what you were doing and went to go check the dryer yourself.

"Tell you what, my love, why don't I go check to make sure you didn't miss some clothes in the dryer or drop them in the basement. You know how dark it can get down there. Don't you move a muscle."

With that, he turned on a heel and walked out of the room in large strides that were just a bit too quick to appear innocent. You waited just a moment to follow him. Assuming that if he was up to something, you wanted to catch him red-handed.

As soon as he was out of your view, he nearly ran to his office. Quickly unlocking the drawer with his magic and pulling all of your panties up onto his desk. Noticing just how out of control his habit had gotten, but still not wanting to give back any of them. Not when he now had such fond memories of each and every pair.

He quickly started sorting through them, trying to find the purple pair he refused to surrender, and maybe one or two others he just couldn't bear to part with. Did he want to keep the comfy cotton ones that weren't super sexy but held your scent the best? Or did he want to keep the tiny little black lace ones that hardly qualified as panties but looked so good both on you and wrapped around his cock?

That was how you found him. Standing behind his desk with a mountain of your panties in front of him. Black lace pair in one hand and the cotton pair in the other. Eyes darting back and forth like he was dealing with a filthy Sophie's choice.

Once he realized you were standing in the doorway, he could have quite literally died of embarrassment. He wanted to crawl under the desk and pretend this was all some hormone driven nightmare. His cheeks immediately flushed bright red. Actually, they matched the really soft crimson red pair of your panties that had little penguins on them that also happened to be sitting right in front of him on his desk.

"Uhhh… don't freak out okay. This isn't what it looks like."

That was the best response to your questioning face that he could come up with. He knew it wasn't a good response. Is it ever good when you have to use the phrases 'don't freak out' or 'this isn't what it looks like'?

What made it even worse was that he couldn't seem to pry his fingers loose from your panties. So, instead of dropping the two the pairs he had been holding, he reflexively hid them behind his back.

You tried as best as you could to not give away how close to falling apart with laughter you were. Of all the things you thought you might find, this was definitely not what you would have guessed. Stephen's flustered 'teenage boy caught with a Playboy' appearance made him look even more adorable and 100% guilty.

You have never felt more confident in your entire life. The big scary sorcerer who was ready to threaten you with death when you fell into his world had not only fallen for you but also apparently had a naughty little habit of stealing your panties. By the looks of the white-ish stains streaked across each and every pair, it also appeared he quite enjoyed himself with them too.

"Well, I guess this answers my question about where all my panties have gone. Doesn't it Stephen?"

You slowly started walking towards him with an extra sway in your hips. Your steps were slow and deliberate. Letting your fingers drag against the knick knacks around the room as you passed by them. Your body practically thrummed with energy. You felt so powerful seeing how your lover was so utterly entranced by you.

"Are you really that much of a needy boy that you resorted to stealing all my panties to jack off with? Only leaving me a single pair to wear. I guess you are a greedy boy, too. My greedy little panty thief. I can just imagine all three fun you've had with these. I can see it too."

You could see the effect your words were having on him. Somewhere between shame and arousal pooling in his eyes as he softly nodded. Adam's apple bobbing when he swallowed hard. His hands came back around to the desk. His fingers flexing and then grabbing at the pile of your soiled panties. Like a cat pawing at a scratching post.

"My naughty boy. Tell me baby, do you like them better fresh off my pussy or after you've made them all messy by covering them with cum?"

A groan pulled from deep in his throat at both. Fuck, he didn't want to chose. He loved both. Your essence and smell was obviously why he stole them in the first place, but he kept them afterward because he loved seeing them marked with his cum. It was the same appeal of seeing you covered in his cum.

"I know you aren't shy Stephen, with all the filth you normally say when we fuck. Cat got your tongue honey? Don't worry, I'm not mad at you naughty boy. In fact, the thought of you being so needy and horny that you steal my panties is really hot. It makes me feel like the powerful one."

By now, you had made your way over to stand next to him behind the desk. His eyes followed you the entire way even though his hands still hadn't let go of your panties. You reached up to brush a tendril of dark hair back from his face. Gently letting the back of your fingers caress his cheekbone on the way back down.

"You're so pretty, Stephen. Do you know that? I don't think I tell you that enough."

You felt your cunt flutter at the way he keened at your praise. He was still so unused to being complimented, especially by you. He had spent years tearing himself down and you were quite enjoying building him back up. Slowly watching him become more confident in your presence and in your affections.

Reaching down, you carefully untangled his hands from the pile of your panties on his desk. Taking his hands in yours before leading him to sit down in the large armchair behind his desk. Letting your hands come to rest on his broad shoulders after leading his hands to sit on your hips.

You were very thankful that you had neglected getting dressed that day. Still wearing the oversized t-shirt you had slept in the night before. It made the next part of your plan so easy to execute.

"Show me, Stephen. I wanna see."

He was sure his brain had completely melted into a puddle at that point. There was no way you were actually asking what he thought you were.

"I said show me, Stephen. Show me what you do with my panties. I want to see how you play with your cock when you are in here alone. Just you and my panties that you have such a bad habit of stealing."

Without looking away from you, he started to reach back over to the desk to grab a pair of the panties that he had squirreled away. Only to stop suddenly when you tutted and shook your head no at him. Making his brow furrow in slight confusion.

"I don't want you to use any of those panties, Stephen. I want you to use the ones I'm wearing right now. Go ahead. Take them off of me."

He nodded gently while biting on his lower lip. Clearly fighting the urge to start disobeying your orders and throw you on the desk. He did find this dominant side of you ever so enticing though. He rarely let his more submissive side show, but this he could get used to.

He placed his hands back on your body, this time letting them graze teasingly up the sides of your thighs. Coming to rest so his thumbs could slide under the waistband of your panties. Glancing up briefly to make sure he was doing what you wanted, the mischievous smirk on your face answering his question. A single nod falling before he started moving again.

Using the gentlest motions he could, he carefully slid your panties down your legs. Letting them pool at your feet and holding out his hand to you so you could steady yourself as you stepped out of them.

Once you had finished, you moved to sit yourself up on the edge of Stephen's desk. Ready to enjoy the show he was about to put on for you. You signaled for him to continue.

"Go on, baby. Pick them up."

Without taking his eyes off of you, he leaned down and delicately picked up your panties like they were a precious treasure. His long, beautiful fingers barely gripping the fabric with one hand. His other hand moved to start undoing the belts of his robes before moving to unfasten his pants. His bulge was now quite pronounced.

You were getting more aroused by the second. You wanted to indulge your own need and slide your fingers between your legs, but you had a plan. That plan was to make him beg to touch you. You wanted to wait to touch yourself until he was on the verge of crumbling.

Even now, he looked a mess. Hair disheveled, breathing heavy. His cock already so hard and flushed. His tip was weeping precum already. His hand gripping his shaft lightly and making long languid strokes. He was clearly being very careful not to make himself cum quickly.

"You have such a pretty cock Stephen. So big and hard. Does it hurt, baby? Bet I know what would make it feel better. Why don't you go ahead and wrap my panties around that pretty cock."

A wicked smile on your face as he did exactly as you told him. Who knew he could like being told what to do so much? Who knew your panties would look so good wrapped around his shaft?

You watched for a moment as he stroked himself with your panties. Occasionally moving to adjust the soft fabric so he could caress his balls with it or slide it up and over his dripping slit. Creating little wet stains from his precum before sliding it back up and down his veined velvety length.

"Tell me why you like stealing my panties so much, Stephen? I think I'm starting to like it myself. It's like you're marking your cock as mine."

He groaned at your statement and bucked his hips up. The urge to fuck his fist faster threatening to overtake him, but he was still holding out hope that he would get the chance to bury himself in your cunt before this was over. So he answered you, in as much detail as his brain would allow at the moment. All while continuing to stroke himself for your enjoyment.

"I like it because I'm fucking addicted to you. I want to fuck you every minute of the day. This way I get the smell and feel of you without having to bother you. The best is when they are still a little wet when I get a hold of them. Like I got you riled up and wet earlier in the day, or maybe we already fucked and you were leaking a bit of my cum. Have to fight the urge to lick them clean while jerking off."

You bit your bottom lip and moaned at his answer. It was one of the sexiest things you had ever heard him say. Any self-control you had left was quickly crumbling. Falling apart completely when he added one more sentence.

"... and this is your cock, darling. All of me belongs to you. Always will."

Your legs started to spread on their own when he told you he belonged to you. You both knew just as well that you belonged to him just the same. Deciding to reward him, you slowly spread your legs before bringing one foot up to rest on his desk. Spreading yourself wide so you were fully exposed to him.

"Well, this is all yours, Stephen, and I'm sure you can tell how turned on watching you has gotten me. See how wet I am just from watching you stroke your cock for me?"

A wicked grin on your face as you brought one hand to your cunt and pulled your pussy lips open. Making sure he could see your innermost petals glistening for him. He reflexively licked his lips when he saw your slick practically dripping from your hole onto his desk. His hips now thrusting up into his hand and your panties uncontrollably.

You knew there was no way that he could hold himself back long enough to give you time to make yourself cum with him. You could still enjoy yourself and get him to finish the job after you enjoyed your show. Knowing that watching you play with yourself would help push him over the edge quicker.

So you let your fingers start rubbing at your cunt. Working to spread your wetness over your folds. Sighing at the feeling of finally getting some direct stimulation. You pulled your hand away and slapped your pussy a couple times. Groaning at the tingle it sent through you. Letting your fingers trail back up to circle your clit as you leaned on your other arm for support.

Your bottom lip had made its way between your teeth. Your eyes were hooded and just as hazed with lust as Stephen's. Both of you were completely lost in each other without even touching each other.

You lowered your hand to slide two fingers in and out of your cunt. Knowing how much Stephen loved it when he could hear how wet you were for him. Your body did not disappoint as you started to thrust your middle and index fingers in and out of yourself. Somewhat frustrated that your fingers weren't as long and thick as Stephen's and that you couldn't quite reach your g-spot the way he could.

It still felt incredible though. Making sure to keep your palm grinding over your clit as you finger fucked yourself. A high pitched moan when you hit the perfect rhythm making Stephen start to lose his own pacing. Knowing he was about to hit his point of no return he couldn't hold back his whimpers any longer and he did something he never thought he would do. He begged.

"Oh fuck baby. I'm gonna cum so fucking hard for you. Can I cum? Please let me cum."

Groaning at his unprompted begging, you vigorously shook your head, yes. Summoning your sweetest voice, you answered him and granted his request.

"Cum for me Stephen. Show me how you cum all over my panties. Fill them up like a good boy."

He made sure to hold your panties so that they caught every thick warm spurt of his cum. Making sure to spread it around on the fabric, specifically aiming for the crotch of your panties. He had become well practiced at it. In a way he felt like it turned your panties into artwork. Pieces dedicated to how much he loved you. His orgasm was prolonged by having you there watching and touching yourself. Leaving the fabric somewhat soaked as he kept a hold of them. Once again, he wanted to keep them for himself. Just like all the others.

Once he had started to catch his breath and opened his eyes you pulled your fingers out of your pussy and brought your soaked fingers to his lips. Smiling when he greedily took them into his mouth and began sucking your nectar from them. Letting him enjoy a little treat before offering him a compromise to his panty stealing problem.

"Tell you what, Stephen, I'll make you a deal. You can keep one pair of my panties for every orgasm you give me tonight. Sound like a plan?"

You had barely finished your proposition before Stephen was shoving your hand away and pushing you to lay flat on his desk. Moving to loop his arms around your legs. Diving face first into your cunt and starting to devour you like a man starved.

He didn't even bother tucking his cock back into his pants. He knew he would be hard again before long, and he intended to make you cum enough times he could keep his entire collection.

You might not have any panties left by the time he was done with you, but you would have a hell of a consolation prize.

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matchavtea · 1 year

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me when hes evil: 😊

#sinister strange #sinister stephen strange #doctor strange #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness

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asherloki · 9 months

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Hi! I made a prompt list ! Feel free to use it, reblog it and request with your idea!

"I loved you since long ago, before we even met"

“Stop messing with my hair! I curled it this morning!”

“I love you, but sometimes I really want to throw you off a cliff.”

”I thought you were a princess or royalty.” "how did you know?"

"You're a literal goddess"

“If this isn��t meant to be, I don’t know what is.”

“It’s hard to explain, so I’m not gonna try to explain and you can figure it out for yourself.” “Fair.”

“Love isn’t something you can control.” “I know, so I’m leaving before it can.”

“Who are we to each other?” “You tell me.”

“I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.” “Stay with me for long enough and you’ll be able to.

“How do I make you feel better?” “Go get me a cheesecake, coffee, and chips, that’ll make me feel better.” “Fine.”

“Bite me.” “I thought you’d never ask.”

“You are the most idiotic but adorable human on the planet.”

“Stay with me.” He hugged me tightly. “Please.”

“I promised…” He gasped for breath. “That I would protect you. And I intend to keep the damn promise.”

“I’ve never met someone like you.” “Because everyone in this world is different and there isn’t another face like mine? Duh?”

"Everyone I loved chose other women over me" "I choose you over myself."

“Let her go. Now.” His hand gripped tightly on his wrist. “Or else this isn’t going to end well for that little nose of yours.”

“Gosh, you’re so handsome.” I paused. “I think I just said that out loud, didn’t I?” He gave me a wide grin, “Yeah.”

“Listen to me, you’re both my queen and your parents’ princess.”

"I looked for you in every century I was in, before finally getting you".

“If we aren’t meant to be together, then I don’t even know anymore.”

“I’m not getting involved in this, you’re doing this yourself.”

“So? What’s so urgent that you had to call me out at one in the morning?” “I just wanted to see you again.” “Oh fuck you.”

“I will say I love you everyday to make sure that you remember you’re very much loved in this world.”

“You just never cease to amaze me, do you?”

"Loving you is a commitment for me itself".

"People say so" "they don't know me and my love for you."

"I forgot to even ask her name ".

"How can you look cute even while being mad?"

"You make me feel like I've never been in love before."

"Say it, blame me." "I forgive you, you're never to be blamed, we're fine".

"People says I'm odd" "you're incredible."

“Hey, I know it’s a mess, but it’s our beautiful mess. We’ll fix it together.”

“You’re all talk. Why don’t you show me what you really mean?”

“Don’t go. I don’t even know who I am without you.”

"you never asked me anything in return, you just showered love on me, and all I gave you was doubt, unfaithfulness and mistreatment."

“You’re so cute when you’re sleepy.”

You've done everything for me, it's my time to be your knight ".

"I started loving you with the intention of never stopping."

"I know you, no other opinion can make think differently."

"I am not easy to deal with no?" "I don't like easy".

"I never thought I'd get someone who'll love me more than anyone else"

"don't push me away" "I'm here to pull you back".

"I don't want a lover if it's not you".

"I don't know who are you to me." "Perhaps someone you were looking for."

"do you know what love is?" "Yes" "what?" "For me it's you".

"you are violent! I like it".

"you are a pink rose, just needed a gardener to bloom at it's best."

"everything seems different and out of control." "Trust me, I'm still the same."

"the moon, it's just like you".

"will you stick with me even if I am not the person you knew anymore?" "You're always my person, and I'm always yours".

"I'm an open book." "But the genre is mystery, it's hard to solve it, buf I'm here for the adventure."

"I know you more than I know myself."

"you don't know how beautiful you are to me, since day one" "you found me when I was a mess." "Still, a beautiful mess".

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thesetwoidiots · 2 months

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My sister and I are building a Lego Sanctum Santorum with characters that have appeared near or around it in the MCU. I think I accidentally killed Sinister Strange.

Don't mind Peter, he wanted to wear Tony's helmet for some reason and Tony's big ass hair was being annoying.

#Lego Sanctum Sanctorum #MCU #Sinister Stephen Strange #Stephen Strange #Tony Stark #Peter Parker #Wong is in the Background

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strangelockd · 1 year

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A Relieving Light (Preview)

Pairing: Sinister Strange X Fem Reader

Synopsis: Waking in a world that is not your own, you see a man before you that looks oddly like the man you once loved.

A/N: This is kinda proofread and not complete yet. It honestly feels like garbage. But I couldn’t help but post a bit of it. Ive missed writing for this dark prince ❤️

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The air was thick inside the grand bedroom as he slowly placed his scarred hands behind his back; scars that reflected his foolish past. Stroking the calloused lines of his hands Sinister couldn’t help but be lost in thought. His tired eyes bounced between the storm raging outside, and the beautiful maiden now sleeping peacefully in his bed. Passed out from the stress and toll of the day before, you were a intriguing creature to say the least. Part of his mind thought between sending you back, but there was something greater that begged him to have you stay.

Perhaps it’s a sudden burning desire to be near someone again? Oh no, it couldn’t be that…for the many years of being alone have not been kind to Stephen. Not that it wasn’t partially due to his own life choices. But with the years of being the only soul left in his world, Stephen Strange was suddenly thinking a million things at once. The natural instinct was to always keep your guard up.

Sinister didn’t know how you found his haunted house, all he could recall was suddenly seeing a flash of white and then black. Next thing he knew he heard a loud crash coming from the main room; his natural response was in no doubt be on the defense. For the creatures that lurk in his mind were something far more to fear in his eyes compared to a simple woman. Hearing a soft groan Sinister shifted his head suddenly in your direction as he watched you finally stir awake.

Rubbing your eyes things slowly shifted into focus, including the tall man before you. Stepping forward taking a seat at the foot of the bed his eyes never left you. Making a simple gesture of his hand he ignited the many candles surrounding the dimly lit room. There before you wasn’t the Stephen Strange you thought, but a much more different variant.

For his eyes still captured the same spirit as the man you once loved. But as your eyes slowly trailed down to take in his features you couldn’t help but notice the slight hollowness of his cheeks accompanied by a longer more disheveled goatee. The ravenous colored threads cradled his handsome features that in turn gave an air of elegance about him.

Something about this Stephen felt…different.

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ladydbzelle · 2 years

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Open your eye 👁

They’re back 🤣

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strrvnge · 2 years

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The 1

part 1

Pairing: Stephen Strange x reader

Warnings: kinda angsty, unedited (also im sick so im not overly proud of it, I wished I could say choosing her birthday is a coincidence but it realy isn’t ,for my swifties out there you should listen to illicit affairs, exile, betty, this is me trying-okay thats it)

summery: after years after the breakup Stephen finds you hoping you’ll forgive him

Stephen Strange had changed. After a deadly accident that made him lose everything and after defeating a demon in another dimension that led to him becoming the protector of that reality he really had changed.

With no strings holding him in the past he had become a brand new person with literally knowledge of everything. Why did he still think of you however was a question he didn't even dare to answer.

Ever since the accident you were always in his mind, haunting every thought of his. Sometimes he recalled how you sang to the same song that happened to play on the radio the days he was at the hospital, how fascinated you'd be if you knew that magic was real and even now when he sat at the Sanctorum looking at the starry night.

Of course he had promised himself a long time ago that he would never reach out to you -not after that night. So all those years he avoided asking about you when he saw some mutual friend, not even Google you up.

He said it was for you but honestly he just couldn't face you. As immature as it might be he even feared the possibility of bumping into you on the street. He really wanted you to have moved on after what he did to you, the thought that you were somewhere now happy, making your dreams true eased his sleep at night but then again he really wished he was living that with you. That he was happy with you, just like it was supposed to be.

But that was before the accident. Before his life turned upside down and he had become a new man that saw the world from a different perspective. Also he had been thinking about you more than ever, now torturing his mind. Perhaps seeing you would bring him some kind of salvation. He had hurt you after all. He owed you an apology.

So with the help of modern technology he found out you were having a party in your parents' holiday house near the lake for all your college friends to come. Of course he shuddered with the thought of going to a birthday party after the last one-but this time was different.

Hurting you was still an open wound for him and the only way of healing was only through you. For years you had been his little secret he hadn't spoken of you to anyone and now he would finally find the courage to see you, talk to you, make it up to you.

So there he was standing on your doorstep and even though he was planning it for weeks, only now did it start sinking in and he swore he couldn't feel his legs.

Like a tall child he stood outside your doorstep, awkward and nervous, just staring at the door as if it was to open by itself.

Right now it was the last moment he could dream about what would happen when you saw his face. With sweaty hands he rang the bell, took a step back and waited.

"Coming!" His heart skipped a beat, he almost had forgotten your voice.

The knot in his stomach tightened.

"Well it was about-" The door opened widely, revealing your figure, the warm smile in your face quickly disappearing the moment you realise who it was "time"

It was you. After all those years you stood before him in all your grace. It was like there hadn't been a day since the last time he saw you, you looked the same; your hair might have been a few shades darker and longer yet there were still the same delicate features, that big warm smile and those starry eyes that made him feel like home just with one glance.

And perhaps he was home.

"Stephen" His name left your lips like the sweetest lullaby and suddenly he had forgotten every elaborate speech he had prepared.

"Hi" His once shaky legs were now frozen to the ground "I hope I'm not interrupting", he said looking behind you inside the house where loud noises of chattering and music were heard.

"Oh no. I'm having a party " You looked at where the sound came from. "It's my birthday"

"I know. I remember" You nodded and gave him a weak smile, making it impossible for him to understand if you were happy to see him or not."I really hope I'm not interrupting"

"No, no"you nervously said.

He shouldn't have come. He shouldn't intrude into your life like this. Not after all those years. Not after what he did. This was a terrible terrible id-.

"So…come inside?" you said and opened the door wider for him to come in. "I mean you're obviously here for the party so we can't leave you here"

"Yes, thank you" Hope suddenly sparkled inside of him. You didnt tell him to fuck off so that was a good start.

"Can I take your coat?", you asked once he got inside and he politely took it off and gave it to you.

"I brought you a gift" He took out of his pocket a small black box but before you could take it a woman rushed out of the kitchen grabbing your attention.

"Y/N we have a canapés situation and we kinda need ya' ", she said and pointed to the kitchen.

"Oh of course Anne. I'll be right back", you gave him a small smile before wandering off, leaving him there alone.

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"Found you", you chirped, approaching him out on the balcony.

"I can't believe you actually bought a telescope. I mean I knew you always wanted one but I never knew you wanted it that bad" Stephen knew he had to play it cool, make the situation as comfortable as possible. He just wished you could look him in the eyes.

"I actually use it more than I'd like to admit", you chuckled and stood beside him, still avoiding eye contact. "So how are you?"

"I'm good. You?"

You nodded, muttering a small 'good' and then you returned into that deadly heavy silence.

Stephen had never been so terrified of silence. Once he wouldn't mind, as it was just proof of how comfortable you were with, staying with him just because you enjoyed his presence and not because there was something to be said. Now you felt distant, cold and even though he understood he still hated it.

"Oh my god" you suddenly broke into laughter, the alcohol finally affecting you "I'm so sorry this is just so painfully awkward. What will be our next topic, the weather?"

"Not before I ask you how your family is"

You laughed till your stomach hurt. With your hand you wiped away some tears from your eyes, suddenly your laughs turning into sobs.

"I'm sorry for the accident" you said once you calmed down.

"Oh it's alright. That was a long time ago"he reassured you yet you noticed the way he looked down at his hands.

"I'm sorry for not visiting too"

"You didn't have to. I wouldn't if I were you" He admitted. There were many times at the hospital that he wished for you to come and see how he was, that you still cared about him, that you were worried. He couldn't blame you however when you never came."You sent me flowers though"

"You sound surprised", you said. Both of you continued avoiding each other's gaze, looking away at how the starry sky reflected on the lake's clear waters."What did you do after the accident?"

"At first I tried everything to heal my hands. There were many expensive procedures yet all of them were unsuccessful. I had to sell everything to afford doctors all around the world but everyone said there was nothing that could be done. Then I heard about a place where you're taught how to heal yourself by the power of the mind"

"And you went? I'm sorry but it doesn't really sound much like you", you chuckled and took the last sip from your wine.

Stephen smiled. He had missed the sound of your laugh so much. He had missed talking to you but as the years passed and he never heard of you he knew that wouldn't happen again. Now that he was with you everything felt like a fever dream. Suddenly he was overwhelmed with an unexplained enthusiasm and the need to tell you every little detail of those years he spent without you.

"I was desperate. My job was everything I was left with. I couldn't lose that too" He looked at you but you just stared down at your empty glass. "In a nutshell there we were taught about the Mystic Arts by the Ancient One, the previous Sorcerer Supreme. Then her previous protégé Kaecilius contacted Dormammu, a powerful demon from the Dark Dimension who pretty much wanted to destroy this reality. Then the Ancient died and I had to fight Kaecilius. Now I'm the Sorcerer Supreme and you're welcome"

"You know you can tell me if you had to work as a stripper for a while, right?", in disbelief you chuckled and his heart fluttered. "I mean you didn't have money something had to be done so"

"I'm glad to know you still think I'm equipped enough for the job." He laughed before with a movement of his hands he filled your glass with wine "Sorry to disappoint though"

You gasped dramatically before giving him one of those childish grins he so much loved when you were excited.

"Better than the stripping huh?"he asked and you nodded.

"A little bit" You bit your lower lip to stop your smile from reaching your eyes, hating how he still had you smiling like a kid even after all these years.

"A little bit" He repeated and shook his head, watching how you grip tighter the wooden bannisters, the cold breeze air hitting your face messing with some locks of your hair. You looked so beautiful it broke his heart.

Hesitantly he took your hand in his and you didn't flinch. His thumb caressed slowly your knuckles, trying to remember the softness of your skin, its warmth.

You looked down at his hands, lines starting from his fingertips till they met down at his wrist.

You wondered if it hurted. Ever since you heard about his accident it was everything you thought of. You were worried sick, pondering whether you should visit him or not, if it would be weird or alright. But you couldn't stay away and went to the hospital only to find Christine shaving him. Fortunately they didn't see you so you left in shame cursing yourself for going there even when you knew you'd have your heart broken again. Instead you sent a basket with flowers and a get well card, hoping that was what it took to stop worrying about him. He had moved on with someone else, probably he had forgotten you already, so you should stop caring about him too.

But how you missed and shuddered under his touch was proof you clearly didn't.

"Y/N" He called once your name but it was mostly for him to realise what he was about to do. You looked at him -now in the eyes- and he hated himself for losing that sight even if it were just for a few years "Y/N the real reason I came here wasn't just to wish happy birthday. The truth is I.. I can't stop thinking what would have happened if we-"

"Stephen" you shook your head with disapproval.

"No, please just listen to me. You can't imagine how many times I had this conversation in my head, how many times I held myself back from coming here and saying it. But keeping it inside of me is the most painful thing I could ever do so let me-"

"Stephen", you cut him off more sternly understanding where the conversation was going

"I know I've made mistakes and that I hurt you. You obviously don't have to forgive me I understand that. You have every right to be angry and disgusted by me because you were so sweet and understanding and I was a coward. I just-"

"Y/N" Before Stephen could continue you immediately turned around at the sound of your name.

"There's the party girl" Stephen frowned as the man wrapped his hand around your waist and gave you a kiss on the cheek"Oh didn't know you had company"

"Stephen, this is James. James Stephen" As you introduced them James hold became tighter pushing you against his chest, making Stephen clenched his jaw "Stephen's… a friend from med school"

"Oh nice to meet you man. Why don't we go downstairs baby? I'm supposed to lure you to living room so we can surprise you with the cake"

Stephen heard you chuckled at Jame's terrible attempt of a joke but he took his eyes off how you looked at James.

Just a friend?

"Stephen, do you mind going downstairs first so she can make an entrance?" James snapped him out of his thoughts and Stephen nodded with a fake smile.

Trying to wrap his head around what had just happened, he walked down the stairs as your friends started gathering. Grabbing a martini he moved past them and found a corner to wait. He watched as you walked down the stairs, James always by your side, your friends singing happy birthday, the room lightened up just by a few candles.

"Make a wish"

Closing your eyes you blew the candles and everyone cheered.

"Thank you all for not being here. The surprise was perfect and certainly unexpected" James said and everyone laughed.

God that man was insufferable. How could he get away with such jokes?

"But I have a surprise of my own for Y/N"

No.

"I know we've been together for barely two years but from the first day I knew you were the most fucking perfect woman I've ever know-sorry mom" he started taking your hands into his "Sweet, smart and caring and I know it deep in my heart that you are the one and I don't want to waste any time. So"

No.

James got down on one knee and everyone gasped. "Will you please marry me?"

No, just no.

Stephen rushed out the side door. He had enough.

What the fuck was that? Fancy, crowded parties, a mystery boyfriend, a proposal? No, that night was nothing like he had imagined.

Did your so-called friends know you hate large crowds? Did they know you were always sad on your birthday so you never planned a party? So he always tried to cheer you up, plan something fun yet intimate. Did your soon-to-be husband know how you made fun of couples calling each other baby? But he did. Stephen knew everything about you?

He ran his hands through his face, allowing the cold air to hit his face, soothe his aching mind. Maybe then he could think of something else other than that circus.

"Hey" Stephen quickly turned around as you walked out the door with a smitten smile on your face.

God it hurt him so much, how happy another man had made you.

"I thought you left. Will you stay for the cake?"

Honestly he would rather choke on it than stay and see that idiot kissing and touching you.

"Of course I will. You know I can't say no to cake" He tried to smile but it didn't reach his eyes no matter how much he tried. But then again he didn't want to try. Why would he? This night was nothing he had expected. You're getting married for god's sake.

"Crazy night huh?"he asked, watching how you shyly played with the new ring around your finger, unsure how to feel.

"Oh it's more than crazy" you said with a laugh "I just can't believe it happened, not so quickly and certainly not in front of all this people"

Stephen hummed sarcastically. He didn't want to ruin this night for you. Not when it's supposed to be the happiest day of your life. He had no right. He just could wrap his mind around how impulsively you said yes.

He wasn't jealous. No of course not, you had moved on he had moved on, the only reason he had come here was to apologise. He just couldn't understand how could you in such a few years get over him and so absurdly marry a man you barely know. You weren't dumb to realise that he knows nothing about you, but he did. Stephen did.

"Are you sure though?" He interrupted your rambling "About marrying him"

You giggled but once his piercing gaze met yours you stopped, realising he wasn't joking.

"What?"

"I mean you know each other for just two years, how well do you even know him?"

"Enough to know that he's a good man-"

"A good man", he scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Yes, Stephen is a good man. I'm sorry, are you doubting my decision?" you asked, noticing his ironic tone.

"No obviously you know the best but it's just two years. We were together for what six years and we didn't thought about marriage once"

"Yes but we- This is different. James is nothing like you"

Even if James was better than him, how could you marry him? How when you once swore Stephen was your whole world?

"Oh please you barely know him to say that" He laughed bitterly.

"Well I knew you and we know how that ended up!" You snapped having enough of his tone.

So yes at the bottom line perhaps Stephen was a little jealous. You were with him for more years than you were with James. He knew you better than anyone else, he loved you more than anything and if he hadn't been such a coward perhaps he would be the one beside you in this stupid party, he would be the one marrying you instead of James so perhaps yes he should be jealous.

And angry, for believing that once you'd forgive him you would go back to him, kiss him, love him. Because he missed you more than anything and the thought that you would never be his again, that you would never kiss him, never look at him with those adoring eyes-it was just not fair.

And now you just stared at him like he was the worst person to exist. Eyes full of rage and bitterness and suddenly that night in his apartment played like a memory in his head.

"You think I would marry someone on a whim?"

"I actually didn't but tonight I guess you proved us both wrong. Two years and he organised you a party for your birthday. That's how much he knows you" He exclaimed

"It's just a party! And if you need to know it was my idea the party Stephen and stop pretending like you know everything about me" you crossed your hands over your chest

"I don't pretend Y/N. I do know everything about you. You know who's pretending though? Him thinking he knows the slightest thing about you and most of all you. Pretending you'll be happy marrying a stranger. Pretending you're happy doing all of this shit!"

"He's not a stranger and this shit is my life. I love James, I love him. I really do. I have no reason not to because he's nice and sweet and funny, he gets along with my friends and family and most importantly he loves me - are you even listening to me?", you yelled

"Oh you're speaking to me? Because honestly it sounds more like you're trying to convince yourself"

Yes he was jealous and yes he shouldn't have tried to make you doubt your decision.

It was selfish and pathetic but he needed you to be wrong, he needed you to truly believe that it was a mistake marrying anyone else other than him. Because then there might have been a chance for him. A chance to make it up to you, make everything right.

He fucked up. He fucked up and now he knew it more than ever. He had never been more jealous of a man as he was now of James. He wanted to be him so so badly. He wanted to wake up to you everyday, he wanted you to be the first and last thing he saw in a day, he wanted to be the one you'd be giving your sweetest smiles. He wanted you to laugh at his jokes, play with his hair and make a mess of it, kiss him in the most random moments. He wanted to live every single moment of his life with you, he wanted to do the simplest, dullest things but with you by his side because you make everything so sweet, so beautiful.

You could give him happiness beyond any woman could, yet you didn't even have the power to look him in the eyes.

"He won't hurt me like you did Stephen. Because he loves me, something you couldn't do not even in six years."

"Of course I loved you Y/N!"he exclaimed, raising his eyebrow. "I loved you more than he could ever in a lifetime"

"When? Where? Where was that love Stephen? When you fucked her and then shamelessly returned to our house, our bed that was your love?" You took a step closer to him "If you ever loved me the slightest you wouldn't have done this to me in the first place. If you loved me you wouldn't have let me go that day"

"Well I do let you go now and believe me it takes a lot more than slightest to do this" he said no table to stop himself

"What?"

Your faces were so close, Stephen could hear your heavy breathing, see the tears in the corners of your eyes you held back all that time. He wanted to cry too. He always hated fighting with you. Like a little boy he wanted to wrap his hands around your legs, making sure you wouldn't go anywhere before shoving his face in your dress so he can away from the world. Suddenly he was afraid, the realisation of this possibly being the last time you ever talk being held like a gun in his head. He had to choose his words wisely for they might be his last.

You stood there waiting for him to answer as if he would speak of the holiest thing, but to be honest he didn't know how to put it in words. There were so many things he wanted to tell you and he never got the chance.

"Y/N '' someone got outside and called your name but none of you turned around.

Don't go.

Suddenly he wondered what would happen if he just kissed you. Cup your cheeks and then kiss you with the most deep, innocent kiss. Maybe that would make you stay, make you choose him over everyone else in that stupid party. He needed you to choose him. He needed you to forgive him because if you didn’t he wasn't sure he would ever be able to forgive himself.

"Y/N!"

You didn't want to go to whoever called you. You just looked deep into his eyes and for an odd yet familiar reason it felt the right place to be. For one more time you found yourself begging for him to say something, anything but you felt it deep in your bones that he wouldn't say anything.

Tears streamed down your face and Stephen wished he had the courage to wipe them away. He wished he had the courage to say the right thing, make all your pain go away, if there was any. But he knew better and he knew you did too. He wasn't going to do anything. He would just let you go.

"No one can hurt me like you, Stephen Strange."

You couldn't look at him anymore. You just turned around and walked towards the door. You were tired of waiting and hoping and longing for him for so many years. You just wanted to rest from everything and everyone. You would go inside to your soon-to-be husband and laugh at stupid jokes while pretending you enjoy yourself and that conversation with Stephen never happened.

Stephen Strange would forever be an open wound for you.

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multific · 2 years

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Toxic

Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: In which you are just as bad as him if not worse.

You longed for love. Longed for someone to love you, and after many disappointments, you had enough.

After all, why be good?

Why be good when in the end the one you love will choose someone else?

Disappointment after disappointment made you turn.

The magic you used soon turned dark and sinister. The dreams you caused to others turned into nightmares. Unimaginable pain and suffering, just like you were suffering, so were others.

And you were not afraid to go and look at other universes for love. Not at all. Sleepwalking came naturally after a while.

That is how you met Stephen Strange. You were the first Stephen came across and he couldn't kill. You intrigued him.

His dark aura was very different from the one in your dimension. He was looking for Christine but then, you became far more interesting.

Your powers, the possibilities and then your laugh. It all captured him.

And soon, you moved to his world. Moved to be with him.

And you were a joy to have. Not only your powers interested him but also you as a person.

Even if throughout the years you suffered a lot, he saw kindness in you, kindness towards him, but not others. You showed mercy to those who deserved it, which to your definition wasn't many people.

But he couldn't help but love that about you.

Every day, as you looked around this corrupt world, seeing how twisted and broken it was, it reminded you of yourself. This is how you felt on the inside most of the time, but not since you met him. Stephen changed you for the better, not too much though.

He still had the Darkhold, which interested you very much. You asked him to let you read it, but he refused. Instead, he put a spell on it, for you to never be able to read it.

Stephen knew there will be no stopping you if you read that book.

"I don't need anything, the Darkhold would not be able to consume me, I have everything I'd ever want." you said as you looked at the book and then at him.

You wanted to know what's inside that book, yes, but you didn't need it. And if Stephen didn't want you to, you were not going to.

You stood by the stairs, looking at the sky in front of you. The beach, they said, how broken this universe was, but in your eyes, it was beautiful. So beautiful.

It was chaos, but comforting chaos.

"We could go for a walk." said Stephen as he appeared behind you. You turned and smiled at him.

"I'd love that." he held his hand out and you took it, the door opened in front of you and the two of you walked around.

For others, this place was hell, but for the two of you, heaven. A place where you could be together, and nothing else mattered.

There was something about Incrusion that made you so interested. You know how it was achieved, but you had no idea it could be this gorgeous. Destruction, danger and complete silence.

This universe was perfect not only for its beauty but because it had your Stephen.

What more could you ask for? You finally had what you wanted. He had finally what he never knew he needed. He wanted Christine, but got something much better, you.

Stephen tightened his grip on your hand as you spotted a tower, flying, about to hit another then it went back. Everything was so calm. You looked at Stephen.

"I love you." you said and he smiled, a genuine, not sinister smile on his face.

"I love you more, My Queen." he said before leaning in to kiss you.

And you two kissed in that chaos. In the chaos where you both found love.

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~Masterlist~

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fcbformulaeri · 2 years

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I see the vision. I understand you all

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iamsherlocked1479 · 1 year

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Masterlist

This is what i like to call a sorry excuse of a master list, so sorry if you're a user who actually knows what they're doing, I know its bad but it's all i have time to do right now. it will get better (i really hope so).

🔥= Smutty

⭐️= running series

❤️= Stand alones

🥴=skits

🎶= music

📖= request

🥰= fluff

Playlists:

🎶The detective

🎶Doctor Stephen Strange

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Doctor Strange:

⭐️🥰🔥A Strange feelng

❤️🔥What Doctor Strange was actually doing before infinity war

❤️🔥I missed you too

❤️🔥I can tolarate it

❤️🔥Something more

❤️🔥A lot of explaining to do

❤️🔥📖Victory is ours

❤️🥰Heal

❤️🔥Happy New Year

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Sinister Strange:

❤️🔥Darkest Disires

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Sherlock Holmes:

🥰⭐️🔥That's not how I'd do it

❤️🔥Jealousy

📖🔥Hold it together

❤️🔥 Admit it

❤️📖🥰 Kiss me

📖 🥰 all i wanted to say

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Random things:

Everything is going to be okay

Doesn't have a name

🥴Pappa pedro

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geeky-politics-46 · 8 months

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Just Hold Me

Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Something is wrong. You are acting odd & all Stephen wants to do is help you feel better

Warnings: Not much, light angst & references to potential depression. Fluffy ending. Sinister being the most loving devoted boy ever even if he doubts himself.

Totally a self-comfort piece. I've been feeling sad & this is what I want right now.

He wasn't used to seeing you this way. In fact, in all the time you had been in his universe, he had never seen you like this before. The light was missing from your eyes. You weren't crying, but your normal sunny disposition was nowhere to be found.

Your face was a blank slate. You didn't seem angry or outright upset, but your smile was nowhere to be seen. Even when he put on your favorite show, you weren't smiling and giggling like you normally would. It was breaking his heart.

You had always been the sunshine to his dark storm cloud self. You brightened his day and cleared away the gloom and cobwebs that had invaded his mind for years. He hoped that he hadn't somehow accidentally extinguished that fire and light that made you so enchanting. That was something he knew he would never forgive himself for.

Even the weather outside had shifted with your personality. The cracks of sunlight that had started illuminating the barren land below, lulling it back to life, had dimmed. Storm clouds and low rumbles of thunder followed in the next few days. By the third day, it had begun steadily drizzling on and off all day.

Perhaps you wanted to leave but didn't know how to tell him. He was sure he would die if you did leave, but he wouldn't keep you there if you were no longer happy in his world. Or with him. Maybe you decided you couldn't love a monster like him anymore. He wouldn't blame you.

He found you sitting in your shared bed, bundled up in blankets, and just staring out the window. Watching the raindrops pitter patter against the window. Your hair hadn't been brushed in a day or two, and you were still in the shirt you slept in.

"I know you have said nothing is wrong, but I know you are lying, my love. You can tell me if you want to leave. If you aren't happy with me anymore. If you have changed your mind about us. Or if I have done something to hurt you. I will make it right in any way that I can. Even if it means losing you. Your happiness is the most important thing in the multiverse to me."

Your heart ached that you made him question your love for him. That had never even been a thought in your mind. You loved Stephen unconditionally. In fact, even you couldn't pinpoint what you were feeling or why you were feeling so withdrawn. You couldn't stand to see his eyes looking like a scolded puppy, and you immediately wanted him to be near you.

"Oh, Stephen. Come here.

You unwrapped yourself from the blankets and patted the spot next to you on the bed. Wanting him to join you in your blanket cocoon.

"You haven't done anything to hurt me, and I definitely haven't changed my mind about us. I love you more than anything, Stephen. I'm just feeling really down, and I don't know why. It's stupid, and there's no real reason why that I can think of. I didn't want to bring your mood down with me, but I guess that didn't really work, huh?"

He had brought himself to sit in the bed next to you. Not wanting to touch you until you gave him permission, but he grabbed one of your hands in his as you wiped away a couple of stray tears with the other.

"Trust me, darling. I have been to the depths of despair, and nothing you could say could bring me down. Not as long as you are here and you let me help you. Now, what do you need? Do you want anything to drink or eat? I can get you some more blankets to snuggle in. I can put on one of your favorite movies. I can leave you alone if you want me to, but I'd rather be here if you'll let me. Even if we just sit here in silence."

Your heart warmed at the honesty in his eyes and in his voice. You had never met a man quite like him. One who had seen and felt so much in his life. Had his world ripped apart in front of him, and yet all he wanted was to make you feel better. Even just having him next to you now made you feel a little less sad. A hint of a smile pulled at your lips for the first time in days.

"Can you just hold me, please, Stephen? I just want to lay here and listen to the storm and have you hold me tight. I don't really know what's wrong with me right now, but you feel right to me."

He smiled at your request. He was so hoping that you would let him hold you. He knew that having you in his arms was always what made him feel better when the dark thoughts and lingering voices from the Darkhild threatened to overtake his mind.

"Of course darling. All you ever have to do is ask."

With that, he snuggled down under the covers and held you tight. Spooning you from behind and making sure his body touched yours as much as he possibly could before using his magic to pull the soft fluffy blankets up around both of you. Restoring your little cocoon you had made with both of you inside it now. Your hand quickly found its place over his, and your body wiggled to get even closer.

He pressed a couple of soft, comforting kisses to your shoulder once you had found your comfortable spot. His heart fluttered a little when he heard you sigh and felt you relax into his arms. Letting your body melt into his.

You stayed like this for what had to be hours. It didn't matter to him how long he stayed there. He wasn't going to let you go until you told him to. He would hold you until the universe collapsed around you both if you asked him to. His reason for living was to be the mooring that held you steady in both calm and stormy seas.

He knew you were on the verge of sleep by the way your breath pattern changed. It was only then that he let his own guard down and let himself begin to drift with you. Then, in the smallest and sweetest tone, he heard you whisper. It was barely audible.

"Thank you, Stephen. I love you."

He smiled softly to himself. Nudging his nose into your hair to get closer to you still. Whispering back into your ear, the truest words he had ever spoken in his life.

"I love you too, darling. Always and with all of my being. Though good and bad."

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matchavtea · 11 months

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“shh,,,”

#sinister strange #stephen strange #sinister stephen strange #doctor strange #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness

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asherloki · 1 year

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My queen !

Stephen strange x reader

Warning:- smut, 18+ content.

Request:- Stephen comes home from a long day of teaching martial arts to find the reader asleep with cloakie. It goes from sweet fluff to potential smut. Bonus points if he’s wearing his burgundy sleeveless robes. 🤩 @strangelockd

Thanks @vickie-mcmuffin for helping in a specific line.

After practice session on a wintery day all Stephen wanted is to have a goodnight sleep beside y/n. They've met when y/n came to practice at kamartaj. Everyone was in love with her, she's a young beautiful woman, sexy as well to Stephen , so to the other boys perhaps. But Stephen never knew he'd win her over.

He went to his room to see she's already asleep. Cloaky on top of her. He was playfully jealous how comfortably his cloak was sleeping with y/n, 'it should only be me' he thought to himself. Stephen loved his burgundy robes, cause it is y/n's favourite. When he looked at the mirror at his reflection wearing it he thought of how much his girlfriend likes it. As he looked at her he stared mesmerized, she looked incredibly sexy and beautiful in her silk house coat which hugged every curve perfectly. He went closer to her, his footsteps were silent but it still woke her up, she's a light sleeper. "Get up cloaky let me get in" he said cloaky lightly. Cloaky frowned and few away to the other corner of the room.

She looked at him with sleepy eyes. "Hi honey" said she sleepily streching her arms.

"Hey darling" said he and got on the bed to kiss her. She kissed him back. Passionately.

His kisses turned a bit hungrier. After pulling away she said, "Stephen?" She eyed him raising her eye brows.

"What?"

"I know where it's going"

"Would that be unpleasant to you?" He said with his heavy voice, lowering the tone more. y/n felt shivers down her spine.

"Not entirely" she replied.

To this strange kissed her even more passionately, that she moaned, he took that advantage and let his tongue enter her mouth.

Finally after pulling away he kissed her jaw line, sucking on it he groaned. Y/n closed her eyes in pleasure tugging his straight black hair.

His hands touched the silk belt of her house silk house coat. Untying it he slid it off her. Y/n gasped as his long fingers touched her bare skin. Sucking at her coller bone his hands went down to her left breast, playing with the hardened nipple he made y/n moan out his name louder. He loves her being loud. Cloaky blushed seeing such scenes in front. But was too shameless to look away, he kept enjoying them making love.

He got down sucking and kissing the swell of her breasts, Stephen always makes her moan loudly in pleasure. Her hands tugged his hair, trying to keep his head in position as he licked her pebbled nipples. His hands slide down to take off her pants as he caught her legs and kissed her thighs his breath near her core made her wetter. He gave a mischievous smirk which was enough for her to cum. He used his skilled tongue to lick all her juices. His hands pressed her waist down to keep her from moving, with a flick of finger y/n's one hand was tied to the bed post with mystical magic. "Delicious " he whispered, which vibrated against her pussy. It was hard for her to keep still when his tongue and mouth was doing so much. He sucked her clit rapidly making her feel her orgasm close. And the other kept tugging his hair as he ate her up.

"Stephen" she moan out his name as she was seeing stars, he made her cum with his tongue only. He sat up with her juices all over his beard and flicked his hand to untie her arm. She stayed there panting , he was removing his robes when she jumped up and went for a passionate sudden kiss, he kissed her back. The taste of her was on his tongue, still kissing she removes each layer of his clothing until he’s bare for her. running her soft small palms all over his body. He pushed her to lie on bed, and he on top of her,

"Ready to forget your name princess?"

"Don't call me that, I'm an ordinary woman with nothing special to be a princess"

" No you're to me, you're my would be queen" said he huskily to her ear.

"What? Ah" she couldn't finish her question when he thrusted into her.

He kept the thrusts slow at first, y/n put her left hand on the side of her head Stephen held it by intertwining fingers, tightly. With the right hand she held him closer by his neck. He leaned to kiss her again while thrusting slowly. Their bare bodies touching eachother was already pleasing enough.

"Stephen?" Whispered y/n

"Hm?" Replied he kissing her neck.

"You can go faster now, I think I'm getting another one.

"As you wish your highness " saying this he sat up with her right leg over his shoulder, positioning himself to hit her g-spot. Unholy sounds of their bodies and her loud moans filled the room. Other people beside their room might get some hint of the work that was happening in y/n and Stephen's room.

Stephen groaned in middle of fucking. To which y/n looked at him, unable to utter words between his faster thrusts. Stephen understood and said,

"I'm about to cum"

"Do... It...AH.. inside me" she said still moaning.

"What?" He asked surprised.

"Do it"

With a loud moan Stephen and y/n had their orgasm.

Stephen sat panting. "I wanna ask you something"

”really?"

He nodded in response. Stephen walked towards almirah and opened it. He came back with a ring box. Y/n sat up after seeing this.

"Well it's very inappropriate that we're both naked now." Said he laughing. He then put on his robes and y/n put on her silk gown. Stephen bent before her and said raising the ring.

"I can't offer you much, but my love, will you marry me?"

Y/n felt her eyes getting teary.

"Yes" said she. Stephen put the ring in her finger, and kissed her hand. Cloaky floated in joy around the room.

They stayed up for a few hours smiling, embracing eachother for some time, seeing a happy life ahead.

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clouded-dreams2 · 2 years

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The Little Things | Sinister Strange x Gn!Reader

a/n: May be slightly out of character for Sinister Strange, I got this idea from a response on one of my other posts. Sinister Strange needs someone to tell him it’s okay, and that they understand that things have got out of hand.

Warings: Angst, Fluff, Might be slightly out of character for Sinister Strange, SPOILERS for Multiverse of Madness

Pairing: Sinister Strange x Reader

Sinister Strange shot up from the bed. It was just another nightmare, a memory of what happened during the incursion. A memory of seeing the first hint at death and destruction caused by the darkhold. He was breathing heavily with stray strands of hair sticking to his forehead.

“Baby?” You asked tiredly. You could make out that for a second when he saw you pure horror crossed his face quickly replaced with a softness.

“Just another nightmare.” He ghosted his black fingertips over your arm that held onto his abdomen pushing him closer to you. You sat up to kiss him softly, moving his disheveled hair behind his ear.

“Which?”

“The incursion.” He spoke softly, whipping the thin layer of perspiration off his face. Your hand found the side of his face creasing it with your thumb. He looked at you and the defense he had was slowly knocking itself down.

“I was carrying your body. I caused the incursion. It was my fault I lost you.” His tone was soft and emotionally raw. You saw the tears that formed in his eyes even when he looked away from you. You had seen his nightmares, you wanted to see if there was a spell he could find that would make you understand. You felt terrible for him, they were all so real.

“I can’t lose you.” He tried to ignore the tears threatening to fall. His memory of the dream was detailed.

He felt the wet grass from the morning dew under his feet as he was stumbling. He had your body, limp in his hands. He was bleeding but he wasn’t focused on the crimson staining his shirt. He had to close your eyes. He had let you out of his sight and before he knew it New York had a crisis. He looked for you everywhere, until he saw you lying limp under a piece of a building. You were dead because of him. He couldn’t help his emotions, he let the tears pass. He knelt on the grass. Laying your body on the ground as he mouthed an apology

“We will meet again, my love.” Getting up off his knees. He walked forward starting his misery, starting his hunt for you, getting into the darkhold, and many other things that lead to the incursion. He never meant for any of it to happen as it did, but it did. He paid for it, every day he was alone in the solitude of the sanctum. The darkhold creating its own hell in his mind. The other nightmares he had of the darkhold’s demons grip on him and his mind, which started to cease when you found him.

“I’m right here. It’s not your fault. Stephen, it was the darkhold. You were manipulated.” You reassure him, you knew what it felt like. To lose someone so close to you.

“By a book.” He sneered. He ran his hands on his face, he was up rather he liked it or not. You had been the one to destroy his darkhold, at first you both argued but he came around to thank you.

“Stephen. You did what you thought was best.”

“I didn’t know how to live without you,” His softer tone was back.

“Even though I did years before I met you. (y/n), I love you.” He hid his face in the crook of your neck, rubbing your shoulder with a soft sigh. He was lucky you loved him, having you there with him proved it. He was possessive and a bit obsessed but you grew used to it. He couldn’t lose you again.

“I love you too Stephen.” You sat legs crossed over each other as you pulled him in for a hug.

“What you did does not define you, it’s what you plan to do in the future.” You spoke softly against his neck. One of your hands found his, interlocking your fingers.

“Even if you have reminders.” You rubbed your thumb over this making sure you traced the black of his finger tip. He kissed the side of your neck to your lips. He looked down at you.

“I am very lucky to have you as mine.” Every time he said ‘mine’ it rang on his tongue. He knew you were his but sometimes he had to remind himself. He gave you the opportunity to leave when you first met him. He wound you up to try and force you to leave because he was afraid, he would fall for you. He was afraid you would leave him again, so he wanted to push you away before you had the chance to hurt him. Though, you promised him you would never leave him. You were there to stay. Now that you were together and you promised to stay, he was head-over-heels in love with you. It was a promise you never wanted to break.

“No, Stephen. I’m very lucky to have you as mine.” You looked him in the eyes as you spoke, and he nearly cried. He still was learning to control his own mind, you had found him at the spot where he was trapped by the darkhold and you loved him anyway. You appeared from a portal made by America Chavez, and never left. He was the luckiest Stephen in the multiverse. Stephen kissed your lips in a passionate and possessive manner.

“Your mine.” He claimed. His tone was deeper and sinister than normal, though it may have been that he had woken up not too long ago. He started marking your neck.

“I’m yours. I’m yours Stephen. Only yours.” He pulled back from your neck and kissed the marking. He went back to laying on his back as you cuddled into him. He was truly thankful; without you he wouldn’t have known what it felt like to have happiness again. The darkhold had too much of a hold on his mind, but you came along and saved him. He was forever grateful.

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