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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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asgards-princess-of-mischief · 3 months

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Last Updated: 2024-01-30

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Dr. Stephen Strange stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

✑ You Belong to Me by geeky-politics-46 • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 • 𑁍 • 🚫 •

Summary: "Awoken from sleep by the teasing kisses of your sorcerer, but one look in his eyes tells you something is off. Is he really your Stephen Strange? Or is he something more sinister?"

✑ A Natural￨Prt. II by geeky-politics-46 • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "Stephen begins teaching the mystic arts to your daughter, and you both ruminate on your current pregnancy."

✑ Actions Speak Louder by geeky-politics-46 • 〔F᜶C〕 •

Summary: "When the only person in his world gets sick he realizes just how much she has changed him."

✑ At Your Mercy by geeky-politics-46 • 18+ • 〔E᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Stephen is having a bad day. Luckily you know just how to take his troubles away."

✑ Don't Blame Me by getlostsquidward • 18+ • 〔A᜶C〕 • 🚫 •

Summary: "The Darkhold exacts a heavy toll, and Stephen decided he'd pay it the world, the universe – if it meant having you back in his arms."

✑ I'll Give You the Stars and Moon by strangelockd • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "[It's] finally here! Your wedding day to [Stephen and] he has a few surprises up his sleeve to make your best day ever even better than you could dream."

✑ In Another Universe by omgstarks • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 • 🚫 •

Summary: "You and Stephen are stuck in Sinister's universe. He agrees to help you but at what cost?"

✑ Make Love to Me by ironstrange1991 • 18+ • 〔E᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When cold weather and a thunderstorm [leaves you] terrified [you find] comfort and warmth in Stephen's arms]."

✑ Messed Up Kind of Love by getlostsquidward • 18+ • 〔E᜶C〕 •

Summary: "Whenever Stephen comes back from his dream walking with that faraway aggravated look in his eyes that indicates he had once again failed, your heart breaks a little each time."

✑ Personal Space by geeky-politics-46 • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You try to set some boundaries in your new relationship together, but it still ends the same way... with you both naked."

✑ Poisonous Touch by brunchable • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 • 🚫 •

Summary: "Stephen wakes up [bound to a chair] with magic... [to find] you tied up and gagged on the bed, right in front of him."

✑ Swapped Places by vickiee-mcmuffin • 18+ • 〔E〕 • 🚫 •

Summary: "Stephen returns home after a 2-week-long mission, and he seems desperate to touch you. But the Stephen you give yourself to, isn't the Stephen you knew and cared for."

✑ Why Don't You Run From Me by strange-dreams-are-made-of-these • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Stephen was searching for help from one of his other self's in the multiverse, but seeing a variant of you makes him realize how bad he has been to you."

✑ Cold by dino-fart • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Last of His Day, the by clouded-dreams2 • 〔A〕 •

✑ Let Me Take Care of You by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

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messed up kind of love

pairing: sinister strange x reader; doctor strange x reader

summary: whenever stephen comes back from his dream walking with that faraway aggravated look in his eyes that indicates he had once again failed, your heart breaks a little each time.

warnings: 18+, smut, implied corrupted!reader, memory manipulation, hurt/comfort, light angst, p in v sex, breeding k!nk, creampie

Whenever Stephen comes back from his dream walking with that faraway aggravated look in his eyes that indicates he had once again failed, your heart breaks a little each time.

You’d offer to take him to another universe to search for Christine, but it only resulted in meeting more of him which infuriated him even more. He may not say it out loud but you know he hates you for opening that reality to him, the reality that maybe there was a variant of him that got what he wanted for himself–and so it resulted in him taking revenge in every single one.

Your heart breaks for him, partly for all the universes that had lost their Stephen—but mostly for you.

You may as well be living in one of them, seeing that he's almost always away. His body may be here, but his mind and his spirit were always chasing something that was already gone.

In a sense, you're no different from him. Chasing someone that's hellbent on chasing another. But you've had enough, and eventually, the tiny cracks form one huge rupture.

You weren't seen—you're quite literally the only and last person he has in this universe and yet...and yet he couldn't see you. He is still so absorbed in his conquest to get Christine back that he overlooks the person standing with him side-by-side all this time.

He couldn't see you, blinded by his love obsession, or he just…chooses not to see you. Either way, you're tired of wasting your breath for the man who wouldn't waste one look at you.

You love him, and you will always love Stephen, but you won't waste your time waiting for your universe to completely collapse unhappy. If he gets to wander around the multiverse to search for his happiness, then it's time for you to find yours, too.

He's gone off dream walking again – and you take this opportunity to do it as well. Before you cast the spell, you walked towards his levitating figure and carved his features into your memory one last time. You caressed his sharp cheekbones and pressed a kiss on the corner of his lips. “Goodbye, Stephen.”

Multiple red orbs float in the air, different universes right in your palm. It didn’t take you too long to choose what universe to march into. There was only one of you in the whole multiverse, so it would not be hard to present yourself as a person already existing in that universe.

It was a foolproof plan, and there’s nothing that can stop you.

Stephen goes back to his body, sighing as he fails once again, but at least there's one less of him in the multiverse.

As he was about to close the Darkhold, he felt something was off. He stayed still for a minute, trying to sense if there was an intruder, but he couldn't feel a presence.

Not even yours.

Bringing the book with him, he searched the Sanctum, even the deserted streets…but you were nowhere to be found.

If you're not here, then where have you possibly gone?

Frantically, Stephen used the Book of the Damned to search for you. It may have been days or weeks, even months, and he's growing worried every second that passes. He was not used to your absence, it makes him feel incomplete.

So when he finally found you, only to see you cozying up with another one of him, has him feeling betrayed.

But there was something different as he watched you. Different in him, and you. The look on your face is much brighter, the way you seem happier than you have been the entire time that you were with him.

It made Stephen think back to the way he's taken you for granted. He can't blame you for leaving—but he wants you back. He wants you to look at him the way you look at the Doctor, he wants you to want only him and nobody else.

So he pins the blame on his unsuspecting variant, possessing his body in return with hopes to coax you to come back home.

If worse comes to worst, then he will have to do what he does best to his variants—eliminate them.

Pretending to be curious about magic, then slowly making your way up to becoming a sorcerer, and ultimately, being one of the Masters of Mystic Arts was an easy feat considering that you were already one, aside from the fact that you were mentored by the former Sorcerer Supreme himself in your own universe.

The words about the new gifted sorceress have easily reached Doctor Strange's attention, so you were delighted when he accepted the proposition to be your mentor. The two of you quickly formed a bond beyond the mentor/mentee relationship. He had once remarked about how you had come to know him so well despite knowing each other for a short amount of time.

Hearing that made your heart skip a beat, memories with the darker Stephen flashing in your mind. You can't help but remember him with every little thing the Doctor does.

They're almost the same, after all.

The more you feel pleased with your plan going smoothly, the more it feels…wrong. Stephen's bright cerulean irises should be greyish and dull and dark. His neatly trimmed goatee should be grown, scruffy, and unkempt.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“You,” with a straight face, you responded. Stephen doesn't seem fazed by your answer as he stands beside you, overlooking the ever-busy streets of New York from the rooftop of the Sanctum, the bright lights of the moving cars and surrounding buildings illuminating the area.

“Don't tell me you've fallen in love with me, Y/N,” his sarcastic remark came along with a sly grin you hate and love at the same time.

“Silly. I've always been in love with you.”

His eyes averted yours, going back to people watching as he stayed silent. You did the same. “This universe is truly beautiful, isn't it? It was probably the same as ours, but I've forgotten how it used to look.” In your peripheral vision, you see Stephen turning to you, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“You don't have to pretend anymore. I know it's you, my Stephen. I know it was you all along.”

He didn't seem surprised, instead looking proudly at you. You're not sure if it was due to the night sky, but his eyes are much darker than you've ever seen them.

Now, this…this feels right.

“My darling, you know me so well…” he takes your hand in his, bringing them to his lips. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have treated you less than what you deserve. If you wish to stay here, I will gladly take over this body.”

“I would like to stay here very much,” you say truthfully. But you also know what would happen if he stayed dream walking for too long, and you don't want that. “But let this universe be, Stephen. I want to be with you in our universe, with only the two of us.”

He tilted your chin up, his thumb ghosting over your lower lip. Stephen swore to do anything you want, so as to make up for all the times he failed to look after you. He brought his lips to yours, little jealousy rearing its head as he realized that he might be the one kissing you, but it was not his body. He pulls away, smirking at the dazed look in your eyes, your parted and swollen lips tugging on a smile making him feel complete. You're his—your smile, your lips, and everything. It always has been, but he was too preoccupied to notice. Now, he's prepared to give you the whole multiverse.

A star-shaped portal opens, the familiar grey skies calling you from the other side. Standing on your tippy toes, you press a kiss on his head. He nodded, understanding that it was meant for this universe's Stephen. You might have spent a little time with him before Stephen took over, but it was enough to know that he's a good man. Your entire existence in this universe will cause a disorder, so before as soon as Stephen lets go of his body, you uttered a quick memory erasing incantation, hopeful that his life restarts to the day before he met you.

The cool breeze in the Sanctum made your skin crawl with excitement. You're back home.

You let your fingertips skim the piano keys, remembering how he played for you. Stephen wraps his arm around your waist, his face nuzzling your neck. You made room for his kisses as his hands undo your robes.

There's no such thing as too soon letting your carnal desires consume you. He wants you, and you want him. Now.

He peppers kisses across your shoulder, his large calloused hands wandering on your skin. Impatient as he is, he removed his robes with a flick of a finger, wanting to feel your skin against his.

You grind your ass against his hips, feeling his cock grow harder with every movement. Stephen bends you over the piano, settling himself between your legs. He teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, letting your slick coat him.

Groans of pleasure echoed in the room as your hips met. Stephen began a slow pace of thrusting into you, your head throwing back with how good you feel with him filling your cunt up.

“Gonna fill you up, darling. Gonna put a baby in you.” His thrusts went faster as he got closer to release. Stephen pulled you impossibly closer to him, his hands pressing on your bulge forming on your belly. “Do you feel that, princess?”

Strings of moans escape your lips as you feel your walls tightening around him, your pent-up desire finally spilling over the edge. Stephen follows soon after, not able to last much longer with how your pussy milks his cock.

He pulls back a bit, eyes drawn to the way his cum drips down your inner thigh. He uses his cock to scoop them, slamming his length back to your aching cunt.

All you can do is whimper as he makes you his over and over again, pumping you full of his cum. “You're mine, darling. No other version of me can fuck you like I do. Remember that.”

You couldn't care less about the way he got rougher while reminding you who you belong to. You couldn't care less about his possessiveness and his stark difference from the other Stephen you met—you prefer your man sinister anyway.

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tags: @mirikusashes @evelyn-kingsley

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strange-dreams-are-made-of-these · 2 years

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Why Don’t You Run From Me

F!READER X STEPHEN STRANGE, VARIANTF!READERXSINISTER!STRANGE

Word Count: 2,702

Disclaimer: I do not own the gif that is used, i found it on google. I do not own any of the Marvel characters mentioned or their plots.

Warnings: Death (falling from height), Stockholm syndrome (?), DSMOM Spoilers, Fluff, Implied Smut

Summery: Stephen was searching for help from one of his other self's in the multiverse, but seeing a variant of you makes him realize how bad he has been to you

A/N: Hello everybody! Consider this a 20 followers gift! I have been wanting to try to write something with Sinister Strange, so i hope you like this.

Stephen had landed in a new world, a different universe. He lost count of how many he had traveled through with America. He had lost her on his way to this universe, having Christine from 838 as his only companion now. They landed in the same alley as he did in Christine's universe, wondering if that was a common occurrence when it came to universe jumping. Stephen had turned around, making sure Christine had been fine, seeing her emptying her stomach in a trash can she had found. Once finished, they both rushed through the alleyway, seeing their surroundings. The buildings were crumbling and disappearing, cars were seen floating in the air towards a light blue cloud swirling in the distance. Stephen and Christine did not see anybody in the cars or on the sidewalks of New York City.

There had been one building in the distance standing still, though the edges of it were slowly deteriorating. Stephen stood at the gates, looking up to the large window. It was the Sanctum Santorum, and whatever was responsible for this crumbling world was going to be inside. Stephen made eye contact with the man standing at the window, his arms were clasped behind him as he paced from the window to the side, right out of his view. "You should stay here." He wasn't asking Christine to stay out of the building, he was telling her.

There wasn't much of a fight on her end, she easily agreed. She didn't feel the best in this world, it was dying. "Get what you need and get out. This universe is on the brink of an Incursion."

"Yeah, I got the feeling."

Stephen walked towards the doors. They opened up on their own, revealing an unusual sight. The stairs he once knew were incredibly long, reaching up to the sky. The floor was a beach, waves hitting the sand surrounding the stairs. The sounds of the crashing waves were the last thing Christine heard before the doors closed. Stephen didn't bother to turn around, only walking up the stairs. He knew that if whoever was in this building wanted to kill him, they would have already by now. All he could do was look forward, inwardly fighting his nerves that screamed at him to run. He couldn't run now, he needed to find the Darkhold in this universe, it was his only hope to save America and get home.

Stephen had made it up the stairs, entering a very large room. One side of the room was open and exposed to the blue, swirling mass that was consuming everything in the world. The room had a large collection of musical instruments, books, tables, and candles. Lots of candles.

A pair of footsteps could be heard walking down a staircase, a hand gripping the railing. Stephen turned around, seeing a man walking down the stairs. The other man had looked at the newcomer, wondering exactly how he entered his universe. He did not detect magic entering the atmosphere, so he could not have crashed and landed in the streets below them. "How the tables have turned." he mocked. Stephen looked at the man, seeing it was another version of himself. He looked different, not appearing like Stephen himself. His eyes were like coal, cool and dark. His beard was slightly disheveled, sporting a slightly grown-out goatee. His face was wrinkled around his eyes and forehead. "Tell me something that only I- well... we would know. Just so I know it's not a trick or somebody deceiving me."

Stephen paused for a few moments, wondering what type of trick would be so sadistic to make the other man think he was there to screw with him. His vocal tone changed, feeling somber on the memory he was going to tell his other-self. "Donna. She was our sister." he started.

The other man nodded, leaving the landing of the stairs, his hands resting behind his back. "Go on."

Stephen knew he could not waste any time, but this was how he earned his trust here. "We were out on some ice, the pond near our house froze over when we were kids. She had walked around on it, before.." Stephen took in a breath, recounting one of his most dark memories. There was a reason he didn't tell anybody about her. "She fell through the ice and was trapped. I-We. We couldn't save her, and she drowned."

The other Stephen had been walking around the room, touching the items on the desks, then walking over to the Window of the Worlds. He brought his hand up, stretching his fingers out before bringing them together at the tip of his thumb, twisting his wrist before turning around to face his other-self. "So, tell me, what has brought you here. You have come to my universe, and it looks as though you are in desperate need of my help."

Stephen couldn't believe how cold his other self had been. It had been years since he spoke about his sister, and not even Wong knew about her. Though he was sure that if he wasted any more time, Wanda would get what she wanted from America and Stephen would be doomed to be away from his home forever. "What do you know about the Darkhold?"

The other Stephen grinned, his eyes were menacing. He knew that the two of them were not alone. A lone silhouette of a woman came walking up behind Stephen. She brushed her shoulder past him, walking up to the sinister man standing at the window. "Stephen, why did you leave me? I thought we were going to be taking our time." She asked him, walking behind her Stephen. She draped one arm over his shoulder, her hand on his chest, the other under his arm, holding him near to her. That was when her eyes caught the cool irises of the man who looked just like her man. A sly smirk spread on her face, her head tilting to the side. "Had I known we had decent company coming over, I would have cleaned up a little. I know we have a leak downstairs."

Stephen looked at the woman. It was Y/n, well, a different version. Your hair was longer, your skin being a shade or two paler. Maybe that was due to the lack of sun, or how the world felt as if it was caught in an almost grey filter. You were not like this in his world, not hanging off of him like this.

"It won't be for long, my dear. It seems our guest has lost the ability to speak." Sinister spoke, his arm wrapping behind the woman standing next to him. "You will have my attention soon."

The woman had pouted her lip looking at Stephen, her face leaning against Sinister's arm. "Tell me, who is the other me in your Universe?" She asked him. This brought a dark rumble from Sinister's diaphragm.

Stephen looked at you, almost in disbelief of who he was looking at. "Well, you are mad at me. We haven't spoken in weeks."

"Does it have to do with that pretty little redhead outside?" You had seen her and watched as they approached the Sanctum, your safe haven with Sinister. Stephen nodded, not wanting to elaborate on the details. "In another universe, I'm still the second choice." You whispered before pressing your lips to the sleeve of your lover's shirt.

Sinister tightened his hold around you, looking down and over at you. "In my universe, you are my first choice."

You looked up at him, venom in your eyes. "After how many attempts to bring her back?"

He narrowed his eyes at you before looking over to his other self. "You can give them the world, gift them everything they could ask for, shower them with love and affection; and they can still be selfish."

You let go of Sinister, his hold loosening around you. You pulled the black silk robe around you tighter, your bare feet colliding with the ground below you as you walked towards a seat. "Tell me, Stephen. Has your precious Christine Palmer sacrificed her life for you? Has she given everything up in her life for your benefit? Did she change her entire lifestyle to fit with yours, just so you could recognize her?"

Stephen looked from his sinister counterpart to you. With every question, he shook his head. "I have noticed you. My you. My Y/n wouldn't change herself for me-"

You laughed, picking up a knick-knack from the table, your legs were crossed as they rested on the arm of the chair. "Are you sure about that?" There were things you knew about him, and about yourself. "I'm willing to bet she has. You are too full of yourself to notice it. You all have been, always will be."

"Us all?" Stephen asked.

Sinister took a few steps forward, a hand over the Darkhold that was chained to his belt. "You think that you were the only one or ruin your chance with Christine? Y/n?" he asked, grinning now as he took a step forward. "You look like most of them. You are just here to play your part, save the girl, be praised for your work as The Doctor Strange."

"You see Stephen," You stook up, setting the item back down on the desk. "My you went crazy after losing the redheaded princess forever. It was his fault that she died here. It was his fault that she lost her life, and he could not live with that on his conscious."

"Then, it came to me," Sinister spoke, taking another step forward. "If I couldn't bring her back or rewind time to save her, then why should I be the only one who suffers from this pain?" His hand rested on the book again. "It was so easy to kill you, over and over again!" He seemed to be thrilled about this confession, having admitted to Stephen he would go around and kill the Stephen Strange's from different universes. "Why should they live happy lives with Christine, if I couldn't."

You waltz back over to your Sinister, your hand reaching out to touch his shoulder. You walked behind him, then appeared on his other side. "He grew bored of the cat and mouse games. You see what he has created outside the window there. I was the only one who didn't disappear. I made him stop going to other universes. Why suffer in silence, when we can suffer together?"

Stephen looked between the two of you. He knew that you were both evil. He needed the Darkhold, he had wasted enough time. "I need to use the Darkhold. I need to save my universe before a rogue soccer mom of a witch destroys it."

Sinister's hold on the book grew tighter, his feet firmly planted on the floor below him. "Things just got out of hand" he grinned, cold and malice seeping through his pores.

You felt the tension growing between the two. You stepped to the side right before they began to fight. Your Strange's purple magic was stronger than the other's magic. You thought the fight would be easy, as they all had been in the past. This thinking was deadly. Doing your best to stay away from the fighting, you slipped up, getting caught between the piano and a window. Your Stephen had used his magic to try and bind the other Stephen. The other Stephen deflected it, his orange magic bursting around him. It caused a blast of wind to move the piano, sending you and the piano flying out of the window. You watched in horror as the piano was falling above you, falling from the top floor of the Sanctum. You closed your eyes, using the last split second you had to accept your fate.

You woke up, breathing heavily as you sat up in your bed. You turned to the clock next to your bed, it was three in the morning. You could not understand your dream, but it felt so real. Stephen was there, but so was his evil twin. At least that was what you thought of him. It was so realistic to you, it was almost scary.

You reached over to your bedside, grabbing your phone from the charger. You needed to speak to him. Neither of you had spoken in the past couple of weeks. You had some unread text messages from Stephen, something you wished you had been better about. You pulled up the text messages, your breathing finally slowing down. Message after message asking to meet you for coffee, inviting you as a plus one for Doctor Palmer's wedding. You felt bad for not responding to him, but you had felt that your emotions were not valid to him, almost feeling invisible.

You didn't want to go back to sleep, you were too scared to. You sent him a text message, asking him to meet with him. Maybe you had taken this too far. You set your phone down next to you in the bed, looking up at the ceiling. All you could picture was the piano coming towards your face.

Later that morning as you were sitting on the couch in your studio apartment, your phone rang the notification ringtone. You picked it up, seeing Stephen return your text. He asked if he could come over, using the Vulcan salute emoji. When he used this emoji, he knew he was asking if he could make a portal. You stood up, making sure everything was clear before sending him a thumbs-up emoji. A minute passed before the sound of the portal was heard. You watched as he walked through, looking beat up around the edges.

You were still mad, though you were mad at yourself the most. After the portal closed, you walked up to him, reaching your arms out before wrapping them around his shoulders, hugging him. "I had this awful dream. You were there, and this evil you were there. And I was there. Something happened, and I fell out of the window and..." You took in a breath, the smell of his cologne filling your nostrils. "It felt so real."

Stephen held you in his arms, feeling tired from all the fighting he had done. He wasn't even sure what day it was, or how much time had passed between jumping between universes. He could sense that you were scared, and he didn't want to scare you anymore right now. "It's alright," he whispered to you. "I need to apologize to you."

This brought confusion to you, making you pull away from him a little, still holding his frame between your arms. "What happened to you?" You asked him.

he shook his head. "Y/n, I haven't been that fair to you recently. I need you to know how much you mean to me." He may not have liked how you looked in the other universe, but he knew that the two of you were very similar. If the other you felt unappreciated in her universe, he had a feeling you did too.

You shook your head, standing up on your tip toes. "Do you want to lay down? You look tired." Stephen nodded, slowly letting go of you with one of his arms. The other was draped over your shoulder, your arms shifted from being wrapped around his shoulders to being around his waist.

The two of you walked over to your bed just a few feet away from where you stood. You both climbed into your bed, though you grew concerned for him. Your fingertips threatened to touch the wound on his cheek, but his hand grabbed yours. "Can you lay here with me?" He wanted to be near you, wanting to recover in your company.

You nodded, agreeing to join him. The two of you laid in your bed, his arms instinctively wrapping around you. Your face was almost pressed right against his chest as the two of you settled into each other's arms. Maybe what you needed most was to reconnect with him, bringing everything back to the basics.

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salvation | sinister strange

pairing: sinister strange x fem!reader

summary: in an alternate universe, stephen strange remains stranded in a forgotten corner of the multiverse, that is, until you came along; however, now he’s wondering if you’re truly happy with him or if you wished things had been different.

warnings: hurt/comfort, slight angst

word count: 1.1k

a/n: this turned out way sappier (and ooc) than i had intended lol but i think sinister strange deserves more love! **can be read as a stand-alone or as a blurb within my paper hearts series**

“dove?”

“hm?” you hummed distractedly as you flipped through the pages of a book you hadn’t gotten around to reading yet.

“are you happy here?”

you frowned at the question. “where’d that come from, doc?”

“i’ve been thinking about it… and i just,” he paused as if unsure of his question. “do you feel lonely here?”

you couldn’t remember how long it had been since you fell into this deserted universe; it was as if you had been ripped from one reality and dropped into another in the mere blink of an eye. you had no recollection of your life before now, but that didn’t matter for you had built a new life for yourself here that was far more suitable to your tastes.

you truly felt at home here where a sense of calm stillness resonated throughout the air despite the ferocious clouds that loomed about in the distance, and yet no harm had ever come to you. it seemed as though everything in this world was at a standstill, only slowly creeping its way along its own timeline separate from the countless others out there somewhere in the vast multiverse.

time was a particularly messy concept here, after all, but every day, you fell more in love with stephen strange.

he had been so lost, so lonely in this isolation of his own making when you first stumbled upon him, and you couldn’t fathom how he had lasted this long in solitude. if it weren’t for you, he didn’t know where his life would have taken him.

“lonely? not really, no,” you replied honestly. “why would i be lonely when i have you?”

he smiled sadly. “besides me,” he clarified, “don’t you wish you had someone else? friends? family? anyone?”

“where is this all coming from?” you asked again, tone soft as down, but you were only met with deafening silence.

marking your page and setting the book aside, you crossed the room and kneeled in front of him as he sat dejectedly in his armchair. you gently held his hands in yours, thumbs tracing along the thin white scars lining his pale skin.

“stephen,” you called softly, tilting his chin up to you, “you are my friend. you are my family. i don’t need anyone else. i’m happy with my life here. i’m happy with you.”

“doesn’t it feel gloomy? cold? there’s no greenery or sunlight or life of any kind.”

“that may be true,” you agreed, “but i like it, actually. gloomy days were always my favorite. it’s so quiet and peaceful here, and i feel more calm than i’ve ever felt before.”

“but there’s nothing to do here,” he argued. “i have nothing to offer you in regards to spending your time. aren’t you bored?”

you tsked softly, “i have you to keep me company, stephen. plus, you have so many books and the music room and an entire sanctum to run around in. i could never get bored here with you. not to mention i have a literal sorcerer at my beck and call who can give me anything i want and entertain me for hours,” you said with an easy grin.

regardless of your constant reassurances as to just how happy you were with him in this forgotten corner of the multiverse, he continued to list off reasons why you should hate it—hate him—and it broke your heart.

“stephen,” you said softly, squeezing his hands as if you were transferring every ounce of strength and love you had for the man into his very being. “i love you and i love being here with you. i don’t care what we do, as long as i have you by my side. i get to fall asleep next to you every night and wake up to you every morning—and that’s good enough for me. you care for me and protect me, and i feel so safe with you. i couldn’t imagine spending the rest of my life with someone else in some other universe. so, yes,” you admitted, “this might be an unconventional way of living compared to others throughout the multiverse, but who cares? why shouldn’t we be allowed to relish in our own little world together, just you and me? isn’t that enough?”

you watched him as your words sunk in—as you confirmed your unshakable dedication to the man in front of you. tears lined his eyes, now red-rimmed and vulnerable. he seemed so broken, so desperate for love and acceptance, and you were giving exactly that to him. “so don’t doubt for a single second my love for you, stephen strange,” you said firmly. “i would do this all over again if i could.”

you cupped his jaw in your palm and lightly brushed your lips against his in a whisper of a kiss before pulling away to meet his gaze. “do you believe me yet?” you whispered.

he brought a shaky hand to rest against your cheek and you leaned into the caress, loving the feeling of his skin on yours, the immediate sense of comfort and relief flooding through you with the lightest touch. “my little dove,” he whispered, voice dripping with adoration, exposing his heart to you with every word, every glance, every touch. in that moment, you realized just how much stephen loved you and just how much you meant to him.

“are you happy, doc?” you asked, turning the question back on him, “here with me? do i make you happy?”

“undeniably so,” he replied vehemently. “you are my hope, my solace, my salvation, and the very reason this old heart of mine still beats,” he said, bringing your joined hands to rest against his chest. “i would be lost without you.”

“and i without you,” you returned, kissing the palm that was still cupping your cheek. “the grand mystery of this endless multiverse brought us together for a reason, i’m sure of it.”

“i suppose you’re right,” he said, a slow smile stretching onto his face as he brushed his thumb along your cheekbone, “as you oftentimes are.”

“exactly,” you murmured, mirroring his smile. you returned to your full height and a flash of dejection flashed across his features until you came back to him and sat yourself onto his lap. his arms wrapped around you, pulling you in close as if trying to merge your two bodies into one. you curled into him completely and smiled to yourself as he tucked your head beneath his chin, allowing you to hear the steady heartbeat thudding beneath his dark robes while the world outside remained quiet and still.

“thank you, dove,” he whispered into your hair and pressed a tender kiss to the crown of your head, rubbing your back in soothing motions. “i am indebted to you for your love and kindness.”

“you don’t have to thank me for that,” you replied, kissing the exposed skin of his neck as you nuzzled into him. “you’re my salvation, too.”

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You're My Comfort

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: The reader has a bad day at work and Stephen comes to take care of her.

Word Cont: 2,1k

Warnings: None, just fluff.

A/N: I am still struggling with authors block, but I'm happy for finishing this little something. It's not much, but I was in need of a comfort fic. Hope your guys like it and have a good read.

You arrived from work without even realizing how you managed to drive home. Stephen was busy talking to some Avengers in the living room and you just walked past them up the stairs and straight to your shared room.

You were too tired to even get undressed even though you knew you would feel better after a shower, but still all you could do was kick off your shoes and fall face down on the bed letting a wave of silent crying take over you.

You were tired of your job, tired of the way your boss seemed to suck out your soul along with all your energy, but at the same time you felt bad for feeling that way. After all, you should be grateful to have a job in the first place, or at least you should be grateful that your job doesn't put you in danger or be as physically draining as Stephen's. You lost count of how many times he came home injured and yet he never complained. You on the other hand, seemed like a crying little girl and thinking that way only made you feel even worse and it was a vicious cycle that you couldn't get out of. Feeling bad about feeling bad and so on.

You were still face down, tears silently streaming down your face, when you heard the soft creak of the door opening and closing and the muffled sound of boots on the floor announcing the approaching footsteps. You immediately turned your face away because you didn't want Stephen to notice you were crying and then you felt the mattress dipping.

He touched your arm gently.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" His baritone voice held a note of concern.

You didn't answer, you just shrugged your shoulders like you did when you were a child and your mother asked why you were crying. Many times you didn't even know why you were crying, but you cried anyway and that was exactly how you felt today.

You felt his hand on your head stroking your hair gently and before he could say anything, you crawled closer to him and laid your head on his lap wrapping your arms around his waist. He seemed to like it because his body shook with what you thought was a small laugh. Contrary to what your irrational side told you, Stephen didn't care about your anxiety crisis or those moments where you couldn't say exactly what was happening. He was already used to dealing with your fluctuating moods.

"Can you at least tell me you're okay, so I don't worry?" He asked and you nodded.

"You're okay then. Nothing bad happened?" He insisted and you nodded again.

"Good." He continued stroking your hair in silence.

"I know I've been working a lot these last few days, but if that's what's making you upset..."

"It's not that." You replied with a choked voice. Of course he would find a way to blame himself. When Stephen learned to be less selfish and egocentric, he simply turned completely the other way and became extremely altruistic, which you didn't like, much less approve of.

"Then talk to me, sweetheart. I don't like seeing you like this." His hand had now gone down to the middle of your back, playing with the strands of your hair.

"I'm just tired, I guess."

He sighed "You think so? Y/n you've been working non-stop for the last few weeks."

"There was nothing else to do. You weren't here most of the time and the company needed me."

You can almost see Stephen's eyes rolling back in his head. "They like to take advantage of you, that's what. You're too good for them."

You did not answer. You knew he was right, but you didn't want to give in. He returned his hands to your head and began to caress your scalp with his fingertips lightly and you let out an involuntary groan.

"Feels good, uh?" You could hear the smirk in his voice. Always so proud that he managed to turn you into a puddle of goo whenever he touched you.

"I'm exhausted. I need to sleep. I barely slept at all last night." You confessed to what he vehemently rebuked.

"You know I don't like seeing you in this state. You need to take better care of yourself."

You shook your head. "Right now I don't think I can take care of myself at all. I'm too tired."

He chuckled, surrendering to your charm and drama.

"Do you want me to run a bath for you or would you prefer the shower?"

He asked, already running his fingers through your hair to get it out of your face. He did his best to tie them into a bun.

"You will stay with me?"

"If you want. But you know where this is going to take us, don't you?"

You denied "No funny business tonight. I'm too tired."

He hummed "As you wish, love. Come."

He patted your shoulder for you to allow him to stand up and extended his arms to help you up.

"Too tired to walk." You grumbled and he let out a small laugh.

"Come on. I'll carry you, little girl."

You found somewhere within you the strength to smile and tease him, "Yes, daddy."

He scoffed, but picked you up bride style and took you to the bathroom. He sat you on the toilet and ordered "Raise your arms. Let's take these clothes off."

You obeyed and let yourself be undressed by him slowly. It was different. Although he was used to ripping off your clothes and fucking you senseless, in that moment he was actually being gentle and there was nothing in his eyes but affection.

"Get up so we can take off that skirt." He asked and you did as he ordered. He took off your panties too, leaving you completely naked for him. A light shade of red tinting your cheeks.

"Bathtub or shower?" He asked to be sure and added it right after. "There's no way I'm leaving your side."

You nodded "Bathtub. With lavender and bubbles. Lots of bubbles."

He nodded, but instead of doing the whole process like a normal person, he moved his fingers and the bathtub filled with hot water. With a smirk he snapped his fingers and the water turned lilac and your nostrils were invaded by the delicious smell of lavender as you watched the water fill with foam. "As you wish, madam. Come."

He gave you his hand and helped you get into the tub, and you moaned contentedly with the feeling of the hot water surrounding your body.

He quickly undressed in front of you and that was a sight you would never get used to. Your eyes devoured every inch of his body before he entered the bathtub and sat right behind you.

He moaned softly as well letting the hot water relax him completely.

"Christ, I needed this." He confessed and you leaned your back against his chest feeling yourself being hugged by his strong arms and you leaned your head back letting your eyes close for a minute.

"What a shitty day I had" You blurted out, earning a small laugh from Stephen.

"It is not funny"

He buried his face in your hair, "I know. Want to tell me about it?"

You sighed, "Nothing out of the ordinary happened. I think I'm just tired of that environment, those people. Of doing the work of two or three and not getting any recognition for it. I'm tired of leaving that place feeling empty as if I had left my soul there."

Stephen listened in silence. He was good at that, at listening silently and letting you vent. It was one of his many qualities.

"And I feel bad for feeling this way. It feels like I'm being ungrateful. I know I should be grateful for being in a job in the first place, but I can't feel grateful right now and on top of that I feel silly complaining about my silly problems when you have to deal with so much..."

"Hey, don't do that!" Stephen scolded you. "Don't belittle your problems by comparing them to the things I do. It's not fair. Your feelings are valid, sweetheart and there's nothing wrong with feeling the way you're feeling right now. We just need to think of a way to make it better because I've noticed that this days when your come home like this have become more constant. You're always too tired and sad and I don't like seeing you like that."

You sighed feeling his lips on your neck and your skin prickling.

"I think I just need to stop thinking for a few minutes. My mind is my worst enemy, you know. The more I think the worse I feel."

Stephen hummed and continued placing kisses on your neck "I can help with that." His hands went down to your breasts, caressing them lightly.

"I said no funny business." You scolded him and he giggled softly and you felt him conjure up a soft sponge still under the water and started rubbing your back and neck with it. You can't stop a little moan from escaping your lips.

"I don't deserve you, Steph." You confessed to what he hummed, using the sponge to rub your arms, your belly, your thighs, every place he could reach.

"I usually think the same thing when you take care of me."

"Guess we don't deserve each other then." You teased.

"Or we were made for each other. I like this option better."

"Because you're a romantic. You want to be tough, but deep down you're soft, Stephen."

He let out an incredulous laugh "I've been called many things, but romantic is the first time."

You smiled, keeping your eyes closed and reveling in the touch of his hands when he puts down the sponge and started massaging your shoulders gently. His hand was shaking, but you even liked that feeling.

"You're different with me." You insisted. "I watch you with everyone else and you're different when you're with me, sweeter and more affectionate."

He hummed petulantly. "You didn't expect me to treat Stark and Wong the way I treat my girlfriend, right?"

"It's not that. I just think you allow yourself to be your most natural self when you're with me and I like that."

"I like it too." He agreed kissing the back of your neck.

The two of you were silent for a few minutes, his hands continued massaging your shoulders lightly and although he couldn't put too much pressure on the act, it was enough to relax you. The sound of cars passing on the street occasionally broke the silence of the Sanctum, as well as the sound of the water that was slowly cooling and his calm and steady breathing.

Eventually your eyes started to get heavy and Stephen must have felt the way you let the weight of your body rest on his because he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed the top of your head.

"Are you feeling better?" He asked genuinely worried.

You hummed positively and he sighed looking relieved.

"Good. Now I think we can finish here and go straight to bed, what do you think?"

You didn't have time to respond because your stomach growled embarrassingly loud to which Stephen let out a small laugh.

"Food first, then. Come." He asked and the two of you got out of the tub.

When you finished getting dressed, Stephen in just pajama pants and you in a nightgown, you ran to get under the covers and get comfortable.

"I'll get you something to eat. How about a sandwich?"

You nodded and then asked "What did you have for dinner?"

He shook his head "To be honest, I didn’t even remember to eat. It was a pretty busy afternoon."

You scolded him with a look, "Then I guess you can bring sandwiches for both of us."

Stephen nodded.

He came back a few minutes later with a plate with some sandwiches cut in halves, which you quickly devoured. When you both finished, neither of you was willing to get up, so Stephen just placed the plate on the bedside table and adjusted himself on the pillows, letting you lay on his chest.

"I know I've said this before, but you're so good to me, Steph."

He sighed, stroking your arm gently.

"I love you." You said, closing your eyes and feeling the tiredness of the day overwhelm you.

Stephen placed a kiss on the top of her head. "Taking care of you is what I love doing most, sweetheart. I love you. You have no idea how much."

You hummed softly "Yes I do because I love you just the same."

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winsteria · 1 year

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This post contains fanfic recommendations for Sherlock Holmes (BBC) and Stephen Strange and his variants. I thought it would be nice to share and recommend to all of you the fics that I love! <3

Note: Most of the recommended fics are fluff, but there will be some angst too. Fics that contain smut will be marked with (S), so for those who don't read them can be aware.

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STEPHEN STRANGE

➥ Doctor Strange

✦ Karaoke Night by @annesthaeticc

✦ Uncle Stephen by @writingliv

✦ Musée de l'Orangerie by writingliv

✦ Glimpse of Us by writingliv

✦ Paper Hearts (Series) by @classickook

✦ All I Ask (Part 1) by @brunchable

➥ All I Want (Part 2) by brunchable

➥ One Dance (Last Part) by brunchable

✦ Can't Love You in the Dark by (Part 1) by brunchable

➥ Can't Love You in the Dark by (Part 2) by brunchable

➥ (S) Can't Love You in the Dark by (Part 3) by brunchable

✦ A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be (Mini-series) by brunchable

✦ Karaoke Confessions by @getlostsquidward

✦ Annoying by @spookyspecterino

➥ Defender Strange

✦ Wardrobe Mix Up by @lykaonimagines

✦ Give Me The Reason by lykaonimagines

➥ Sinister Strange

✦ Notes & Letters by lykaonimagines

✦ Actions Speak Louder by @geeky-politics-46

➥ Supreme Strange

✦ My One Constant by lykaonimagines

✦ Something Interesting by lykaonimagines

SHERLOCK HOLMES

✦ Touch Starved by @starks-hero

✦ Comfort by starks-hero

✦ Deep Water by starks-hero

✦ Dinner With the Family by starks-hero

✦ Danger Night's by starks-hero

✦ Different by starks-hero

✦ Sentiment by starks-hero

✦ I'm Here by starks-hero

✦ Meet the Parents by starks-hero

✦ His Remedy by starks-hero

✦ Darling It's Cold Outside by starks-hero

✦ Always On My Mind by starks-hero

✦ Christmas by @geeks-universe

✦ Bedside Manners by @luxwritesfanfic

✦ Don't Take The Money by luxwritesfanfic

✦ Missed You by @sherlockxreader

✦ The Case of the Unread Article by sherlockxreader

✦ I Want One by @victoriaholmeswriting

✦ The Holmes Family by victoriaholmeswriting

✦ Corpses and Roses by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds

✦ Iridescence: A Composition by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds

✦ Soulmates by writingliv

✦ Night Terror by @fandom-puff

✦ The Feeling Is Mutual by classickook

✦ Safe In Your Arms by classickook

✦ ILY by annesthaeticc

✦ Puppy Luv by annesthaeticc

✦ Bad Hair Day by annesthaeticc

✦ Here Comes The Sun by @aephereal

✦ Pancakes by aephereal

✦ Late Nights & Violins by @daydreamtofiction

✦ Consequences by @theconsultingdetectiveswife

✦ Limerence by @galactic-academia

✦ Spiraling by @stupidthoughtsinwriting

✦ Morning Light by lykaonimagines

So, that would be the end of this post. If your work is here and you want to remove it from this post, please kindly inform me in the comments and I will remove it! <3

— winsteria

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strangelockd · 9 months

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Till The End Of Time

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Female Reader

Summary: After years of living a busy life and being the worlds only consulting detective. Sherlock Holmes basks in the glow of fatherhood. Together you opt for a movie night, leaving Sherlock with other ideas in mind for the two of you.

Warning: - Heavy Fluff & Smut, Fingering, Pure Mutual Admiration, Praise Kink, P In V Sex, Hair Pulling.

•This came to me as I was organizing my music. I hope you all enjoy it. (Who wouldn’t enjoy Sherlock as a father 🥹) I am slowly returning to my inbox requests so please bare with me. If you like the song you can check out my Sherlock Holmes Playlist. As always likes, comments and reblog’s are always welcome•

Stroking Sherlocks soft brown curls between your fingers you couldn't help but give a joyful sigh. It was the perfect day, and Sherlock wanted nothing more than to enjoy the weekend with his girls. After retirement, it took a while for your husband to live a slower life amongst people.

For decades all Sherlock Holmes knew was solving criminal cases, chasing one high with the next. The Consulting Detective was never one to admit that he would become the ‘settle down’ type of man. But after time and great patience, Sherlock Holmes grew to fall in love with what normal people would call human domesticity.

Resting your arm around his neck Sherlock craned his head bringing your hand up, kissing each finger gently as your daughter continued sleeping in his lap. His free hand continued playing with Amelia's curls while his eyes trailed to yours. That piercing green gaze that always sent flutters through your stomach. To most Sherlock wasn't an easy person to read, but this look said it all as you felt the heat rise in your cheeks.

“I love you both so much y/n,” he broke the silence, “You and Amelia have brought me more happiness than anything could ever give,” his lips went back to your hand as he glacially made his way to your wrist. Placing a delicate kiss on your pulse point you released an impulsive groan bringing your legs closer in a foolish attempt to hide what the heart truly desired.

“And I love you S-Sherlock, we both do more than anything in the world,” you quivered, trying to maintain your composure. Nearly waking Amelia you both paused giggling only for her to continue back to her soft snores. She was always a deep sleeper like you and at times like this it served its benefit. Leaning in slowly you kissed Sherlock, feeling him moan against your soft lips, his free hand cupping your chin as if you were porcelain glass. His thumb stroked your skin softly as you leaned into his touch, soft and secure.

“How about we put Amelia to bed and we can have a movie night? I'll even let you pick the film,” you smiled.

Sherlocks hand trailed down resting on his navy clad leg as he sat contemplating your idea. The edge of his lip formed a familiar smirk as he quickly stole another kiss.

“That sounds more than fair,” he agreed.

Sliding your arm off, Sherlock stood up opting to carry Amelia to her room. Her small delicate limbs clung to her fathers frame like a tiny koala as his long fingers played with her soft auburn hair. Tucking her in gently, Sherlock kissed Amelia's forehead whispering sweet nothings, stroking her soft curls that strikingly resembled his own. Next to you, she was perfect in his eyes.

“Good night, my dearest Ameila. Mummy and Daddy love you with all of our hearts,” the timber in his voice spoke with promise, closing the door behind him. With a satisfied sigh he rolled his shoulders back with a feeling of confidence. Like the familiar thrill of solving a case Sherlock Holmes couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear.

The two of you brought him more pride and joy than he ever could imagine. All these years he always felt like a pariah, destined to wander this world alone. Sherlock kept convincing himself that he wasn’t worthy of anything good. But with you, it changed the course of his life for the better. With Amelia, life just became more plentiful.

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Making a quick change into your pajamas, you sat at the foot of the bed unaware that Sherlock was standing by the door frame on the side safely assuming he was watching this whole time. His eyes glowed in the low light as he took strides closer, wedging himself between your legs opening them wider, his expression drinking in your lovely features. The curls draped over his forehead as he slowly leaned into you, feeling his breath on your skin sent goosebumps up your flesh.

You pulled away, eyeing him with suspicion playfully taking him in, “penny for your thoughts?”

Sherlocks body towered above you, his big hands cupping your face softly bringing you in for a deep kiss. The feeling of his lips ever inviting as his tongue grazed across your lower lip begging for entrance. Together you moaned in sweet unison as he slipped inside, holding your frame up for support as you kissed with heated passion. Feeling his strong legs between yours you couldn’t help but bring your fingers up to his waistband pulling him closer. It was enough to spur him on as he continued kissing you. All that could be heard was your shared moans as you suddenly pulled away suddenly remembering the plans for tonight.

“Wait. S-Sherlock. What about the film?” You pleaded, his lips trailing your collarbone. The flecks of his tongue against your skin made you release a sharp hiss. His tongue continued nibbling your ear as you melted under his hypnotic touch. Powerful and strong, he was able to read you better than anyone. He pulled away leaving the both of you breathless as he rested his forehead against yours smiling sheepishly.

“I had another plan besides a film my darling. Much more pleasurable plans. And beside,” taking his fingers he slid off your top leaving your top half exposed, “you said I got to pick what I wanted to watch,” throwing the garment on the floor he gave a soft groan. He couldn't help but stare in awe, “and I choose to watch you come undone by me.”

His baritone voice dropped an octave as he was left stunned, “So perfect,” leaving his mouth agape you stood up to kiss him softly. Your bare chest pressed against his form fitting white shirt that was begging to be ripped off. Sherlock leaned in to kiss you once more as you leaned into his touch. The feel of his large hands pressed against your bare skin left goosebumps in their wake. All that could be heard was the sound of Sherlocks whimpers as your fingers threaded through the curls that crowned his head. He always had a weak spot when you grabbed or played with his tresses.

Sherlock was all too eager to accept the guidance as your hand led him to suck on a nipple, followed the other he traced each bud with delicate care. Knowing all the tricks to make your knees buckle. He was feeling you getting impatient as you pulled his head away, leaving him smiling. The sound of his labored breath only turned you on more as your fingers fumbled with the button of his white dress shirt.

You slowly removed his buttoned shirt leaving his top half exposed. The way the moonlight kissed his alabaster skin made your pussy ache. Before you could comprehend Sherlocks palms rested beside you on the bed as you felt the weight shift on both sides of your hips, he wanted more of you as he slowly slid two of his fingers around your waistband. Biting your lips you locked eyes as he slid your bottoms off finally freeing you from your pajamas. He could see the glisten of your eager entrance aching for his attention.

You took a quick hold, grabbing his waistband once more in a desperation to have him closer. Your lips returned in a feral fury as you removed his trousers and boxers in a swift motion. His hands returning to your entrance, you cried a soft moan as his fingers pumped in and out, the feeling was pure ecstasy as you felt your orgasm blossom. It clearly spurred Sherlock on because it made him pick up the pace as his thumb teased in circles around your tender bud.

“Darling you're so beautiful. I love the way you look with my fingers inside of you,” he purred curling his finger in that spot. The sweet spot that always had you see stars. Before you knew it you cried out in pure pleasure as Sherlock watched on, grinning with pride.

Coming down from your high Sherlock paused, bringing a foot up he placed a kiss on your ankle. Hearing you giggle his green eyes glowed as he locked into your gaze. He slowly crawled on top of you kissing up the length of your body, his arms cadging you in as he leaned down kissing you softly. Sherlock was always a passionate person deep down and to find himself lost in this moment was something of a dream. The look of your pebble flushed breasts accompanied by the look in your eyes of pure satisfaction. He wanted this moment etched in the walls of his mind palace forever.

He kissed your forehead trailing down to your nose, his lips found yours as he melted into your touch. The great detective was immensely turned to putty by the one thing he can't live without. You. For you fit him better in more ways than one. He brought himself up aligning his cock at your entrance. Giving a few steady pumps with his hand you took in the glisten of pre cum beading off the tip making you bite your lip once more. Bracing his shoulders for support as he asked, “Are you ready my love?” Sherlock's eyes never left yours as he scanned you for absolute permission.

Taking a hand you cupped the back of Sherlocks neck, bringing him close and kissing him gently. Showing assurance the kiss was soft and bared your heart filled trust. No words were needed as Sherlock slowly thrusted himself in. You both shared a groan as the kiss never broke. Allowing yourself to adjust before he pulled away gently, he locked on your gaze once more purring into your ear.

“Promise me one thing y/n,” he went even slower, itching himself deeper as he slowly bottomed out. Savoring the moment of feeling his cock stretching you so unbelievably full. You clenched slightly causing Sherlocks hands to suddenly dig into your hips knowing damn well it will leave marks.

“W-what's that,” you stuttered as he kept up his thrust, determined to make you feel complete.

Sherlock caged his arms around you as he paused leaning into your ear his voice purred against your ear, “that you're mine. Forever,” returning to his pace your nails dug into his back. Your hand laced the nape of his neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss. A kiss that spoke of untimely promise. He kept up the pace as you moaned once more in pleasure.

“Always!,” feeling your climax blooming, your nails dug into his pale back even deeper, “I promise Sherlock. Now please go faster,” you begged, feeling your heels dig deeper, spurring him on as it only took those words for him to start thrusting into you at such a pace; A pace you will know you'll feel the next day.

“Jesus Sherlock!” You groaned into his neck, his curls sticking to his sweat glistened forehead as he kissed you. Stifling all moans as you rode your climax. The feeling bloomed as his hips moved at this new angle that made you suddenly see stars. Whatever god you were chanting was wasted as Sherlock slammed into you one last time. Your orgasm hit you, making your eyes practically fall into the back of your head as you drenched his cock with your nectar.

“That's my good girl,” he smiled, feeling the praise go right to your solar plexus. You were always a sucker for admiration. He pulled out gently making you wince, you couldn't help but miss the feeling of him. Throwing the blanket iver Sherlock quickly returned with a tray full of essentials. Even after lovemaking he always believed in aftercare. The tray consisted of two sleeptime teas, massage oil and a small stack of what looks like steaming towels.

“You always take such wonderful care of me Sherlock, how did I get so lucky?” He traced a warm towel over your center as he was careful not to overstimulate. He reached for the glass bottle of oil, pouring it over his elegant digits as he signaled you to lay on your stomach. The feeling of his strong hands worked every aching nerve as you sank into the mattress.

“It's not luck y/n I just love taking great care of what is precious to me,” he spoke softly rubbing every part of your skin. The oil felt amazing as he finished with your shoulders sealing the gesture with a kiss he rubbed his hands dry on a towel before reaching for your tea. Covering with the blankets you snuggled closer together as you both sipped your beverages in complete happiness enjoying the moment shared between you both. For life could not be any more satisfying than having you and Amelia at his side.

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Sherlock Holmes Playlist

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asherloki · 10 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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authorxstrange · 21 days

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Nuff said

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celestialnxva · 2 years

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In Another Life

Stephen Strange x Reader: Chapter 3

( Strange Supreme from What If…? )

series masterlist. | part 4.

Summary: When all is said and done, you couldn’t help but feel pity for the man who lost it all. Despite the risks, what shall you do with the growing desire to stay in a universe you don’t belong in?

Warnings: Spoilers for MoM and What If…? 18+ themes, Angst, Cheating (?), Hurt/Comfort, Manipulation, Non-Con, Imprisonment. Kind of Stockholm Syndrome.

The light seeping through the delicate curtains was a stark contrast to the tired bodies that lay intertwined within the bedsheets. When you awoke, you had almost forgotten about your predicament. After all, the morning time always made you happy. But as the fog around your brain started to clear, you realized that the birds you usually heard weren’t chirping. There were no police sirens wailing in the distance, nor was there any busy chatter exchanged between neighbors below. You stared at the ceiling, blinking to focus your eyes properly. That’s when it hit you. You weren’t home. The sunlight wasn’t real. Everything was different. You remember everything now.

You look over hesitantly, wondering if the man with his arms around you was awake at all and sure enough, you made eye contact with his darkened eyes.

“Shit-!” you exclaimed, startled from the sight. One hand reached up to clasp your chest, trying to catch your breath from the surprise. Instead of teasing you, like your Stephen did, the man beside you chuckled and pressed loving kisses to your fingertips. “Hm. Good morning to you too, dear,” he murmured, eyes looking up at you with adoration.

You blinked a few times at his reaction, furrowing your brows. He looked like he had been dreaming about this moment for years. Well, if you were to stay here for a while, at least he wasn’t cruel to you. Maybe you could at least be civil with this Stephen. Maybe then, you can come home as soon as possible. Choosing your response carefully, you smiled and leaned in to kiss his eyelids tenderly, lips barely gracing his skin. “I apologize for my lack of emotions last night. There were a lot of emotions I had to process. But...” you trailed off, cupping his cheek. “I wish to spend the day here in bed. Is that okay?” you asked sweetly. The intense emotions you were feeling last night exhausted all remaining energy left in you and you needed at least a few hours to relax before doing any activity again. You looked into his eyes, hoping to receive the answer you wanted to hear.

His eyes softened at the sight of your loving gaze and leaned down to kiss your lips once more. “Of course, (y/n). Would you like breakfast in bed? Do you want bacon? Eggs? Something else?” he asked, already doting on you. You chuckled at his actions. It seemed that this Stephen was just as attentive as yours was. Maybe now you can justify why you loved him to some degree. When you didn’t answer his question, he waved a hand over your face. “Hellooooo? Anyone there?” You snapped out of your thoughts and nodded quickly, telling him all the food you wanted to eat. Since he destroyed his reality, it wasn’t a surprise that he could create new things for you. You relaxed and snuggled into the pillow as he made your breakfast. ‘Hm. Maybe this wasn’t so bad, after all.’

After several meals and kisses later, you yawned and cuddled close to his body, content with the nice food you ate earlier. Scarred hands shakily rubbed your back as you drifted off to sleep. Before you fell asleep entirely, you heard him ask a question.

“(Y/n), how do you feel about staying here with me for a while? I never really got the chance to ask you but... I want to know if I make you happy too. I...” he hesitated, finding it hard to think about not making you happy enough. His silence caused you to look up at him. Why was every Stephen you met an overthinker? Even this one is lost in your presence and he seems to be the wisest out of them all. You couldn’t help but sympathize with him. Even though he was harsh at first, you saw now how truly alone he has felt throughout all these years.

“Oh, Stephen,” you said sadly, reaching up to trace one of his darkened eyebags. “You already know the answer to that question.” His eyes dulled in hopelessness, but he nodded slowly. “I know. I just wish you could stay.” His eyes watered, causing you to make a noise of surprise. You knew Stephen was vulnerable around you, but you’ve never seen him cry this easily before. You quickly moved up towards his face and cupped both his cheeks firmly.

“Shh. Hey, look at me,” you said worriedly. He looked up at you, his frantic eyes mirroring his panicked state. You sighed and rubbed your thumbs on his cheeks. “I know you want me to stay here. I know, darling. But you know there are consequences to that.” He closed his eyes, trying to calm down as several tears fell down his cheek. God, he really has gone through so much. Without thinking, you hugged him, burying your face into his neck. You stayed silent, letting him cry against your skin while encasing him in a loving embrace. Now that you were calmer, he smelled differently than your Stephen. Instead of the smoked oak that reminded you of the woods of Sanctum’s endless library, you could now smell what you could only assess to be sea salt from the sea below and sage from the lit candles around you. Both of these scents were different, yet both were comforting to you. It felt warm and familiar, as if your presence beside him was what home felt like. Maybe that’s what this man feels like to you too; like you could feel safe with him. You and Stephen were always going to be like this. You could be universes apart, different with each variant, yet your souls would always be endlessly intertwined with each other. One cannot live without the other.

“Even though this cannot be, let us just enjoy the time we have together. Okay?” You tilted your head, smiling faintly. “Just the two of us.” But despite your cautious words, he couldn’t accept it. He lost everything. He couldn’t lose you too. Not again. His hands reached up to grip your arms, causing you to gasp. Fearing for your life, you started to struggle. Gone now was any hope of loving him entirely. “Step-!”

“No!” He snapped. He pulled you closer to his body, breathing possessively against your soft skin. “No... No, I cannot allow that. I need you to stay. I will not allow you to leave. Do you understand me?” He spat out, his tone getting increasingly threatening. You struggled against his grip before finally freeing yourself. Immediately, you scooted back and away from him, covering your body with the bedsheets. When he opened his eyes, he found you away from his embrace and your eyes reflecting the fear you had for him. That broke his heart. After everything he did to make you feel comfortable...

“I thought you agreed to the deal. I thought-” he stopped himself from being violent with you and resorted to a different method of getting back into your good graces again. He leaned over to get on his knees in front of you, assuming a submissive position. “Please, my dove. You don’t understand. You are the only one who can stop this; this endless pain and loneliness. You are the only one who can save me from this pointless eternity.” He started to sob, but he slowly crawled towards you. When he was inches away from your shaking form, he stopped and reached out to you, seeking the love you were giving him earlier. “Please... you are the only hope I have left.”

This was Stephen’s way of telling you that without you or your cooperation, it will be the only thing stopping him from becoming a completely heartless monster. That in itself terrified you. How could you say yes to this man when he looked so close to hurting you? Your Stephen was right. This wasn’t love: this was madness, obsession. You couldn’t allow yourself to be swept up in his passion like a fool again. No. This was the last straw.

“I cannot agree to stay with you in this universe forever. The deal we had was for me to only stay with you for a few days and visit every so often.” You hardened your gaze, gripping your fists just in case he got violent. “You are not my Stephen and I cannot love you knowing that you will get us both killed with your selfishness.” When you finished your sentence, you leaned forward, gazing at him with the fiery defiance he fell in love with. “This is not love. Stephen. Love is not neglecting yourself to satisfy another person’s needs. Love is not the inability to live your life outside of your partner’s. Love is not destroying the fucking universe just to be with them, Stephen!” You screamed out at him. He was getting angrier with each truth you threw at him. It pained you to think about hurting Stephen’s feelings like this, but you made a promise. Nothing will stop you from loving your husband.

He let out a roar, his eyes glowing bright enough to almost blind you if it wasn’t for you shielding your eyes. You quickly grabbed your sling ring from the bedside table and used one hand gesture to quickly dress yourself. If you had to die fighting for the love you shared with your Stephen and the destruction of the multiverse, then so be it. You slammed your hand down to form a golden shield covered with magic symbols, while your hands glowed with power. All objects in the room flew all over the room once the wind Stephen caused picked up in its ntensity. Despite the chaos in the room and the man before you morphing into at least three different creatures, you stood your ground. The golden shards wrapped around your feet caused you to hold onto your position. It gave you the ability to continue rebelling against him.

“This is not love, Stephen. This...” you paused and let out a sharp cry as you threw burning hot disks towards him in defense. You knew he was too powerful for you, but nothing was going to stop you from delivering the final blow. The distance between you two lessened little by little as Stephen forced his way through your powerful attacks. When he finally reached you, he gripped your wrists tightly and twisted them in order to stop your magic. With uncontrollable magic shooting across the room from both of your hands, there was nothing now between the two of you. When you could feel the flames of his breath against your cheek, you looked up at him with a defiant glare. “This, Stephen, is obsession; obsession over someone who is now dead because of your instability to accept fate’s course.” He let out another roar and gripped your wrists tighter, forcing your magic to stop working. Now, there was no power within you to protect yourself. If these were your last words, then so be it. You used all your leftover energy into removing all emotions from your face. It would come out in a whisper, but it’ll be enough for him to know that he lost everything while you finally made up your mind.

“You are not my Stephen You never will never be.”

The last thing you could remember was his wrathful gaze when everything went black.

‘I love you, Stephen.’

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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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•𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔈𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔰•

((Hi guys!! here is a little one shot idea i had on the brain for a couple of days so take this while i work on pt.3 ((: love y’all’s.!))

𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔈𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔭𝔢: (Y/N) has been working with Defender Strange for a couple of years now. She had developed feelings for the Sorcerer Supreme, however he doesn’t quite feel the same for her. She eventually chooses to let it go not wanting to ruin there friendship. Once he told her about his multiverse theory all of her dreams start to make since and she starts to use them as an escape for her own reality.

(S!S)- Sinisters Universe

(D!S)- Defenders Universe

warning: i don’t think so but maybe 😳

word count: 2k!

(D!S) Having THE Sorcerer Supreme as your master was hard enough as it was. But things only got worse for (Y/N) once she started developing feelings for Earth’s defender. Most of the time her sly comments or remarks would be met with sarcasm or just being shut down completely, making her faith and hope in them being anything more than master and apprentice slowly deteriorate. The more she got shut out the more she just wanted to be let in. Even though she got to a point of giving up, she still enjoyed their time together, whether it’s reading together in silence to brutality training with each other, she was just glad to be around. Stephen had told (Y/N) about his theory on the multiverse. That your dreams are a gateway to your variant selves across the multiverse. So when these dreams did start happening, she was content with being able to see herself being happy with the variants of Strange. As much joy as it brought her, she was saddened to know her Strange would never feel that way towards her. After a long day of helping Stephen and Wong with the mess of spells they both managed to make you were pooped. Getting to your room you huffed as you closed the door with your back against it. Every muscle hurt and your head was throbbing beyond control. You didn’t realize how hard you really worked today until now. Deciding to take a hot bath to help relax your muscles, you started the water and turned to the mirror. ‘God.. I look rough..’ you said to yourself as you examined your scars from previous fights and the bags that darkened every corner of your eyes. You rubbed your face, trying to clear your head of the nasty thoughts that filled your brain. You turned the water off and magically made your clothes disappear before stepping into the hot water. Getting out of the bath, feeling slightly better than before, you made your way to the bed. You curled under the blankets and snapped your fingers to make the lights turn off, eager to finally get some sleep.

(S!S) You have been having the same dream for over 6 months now and every time there is only slight differences in the interactions, however, the dream always starts out the same. Your eyes fluttered open, waking up in a dark room, in a hard yet comfortable bed, with candles that line every inch of the room except for the perfect pathway to the door. The coldness has always taken you a couple of minutes to adjust to as you sit up in the bed with a small stretch, taking in your surroundings with a smile on your face. You let out a happy hum as you stepped onto the freezing hardwood floor. You tiptoed to the door and opened it slowly as it creaked. Upon opening the door you heard the most beautiful melody of a piano, bringing your hand to your heart you blushed to yourself as you followed the captivating sound of the keys.

Walking to the middle floor grand room you saw Stephen sitting in front of the piano, his back facing you. You approached the man quietly trying your hardest to soak up every moment. Before you could reach him you heard him, “Darling, you’re back!” he said happily as he turned his head towards you, not missing a single tune.”Stephen..” you said, although it sounded more like a whisper, a wide smile plastered on your face. Once you made it to him you cupped the side of his face gently as you looked into his crystal blue eyes. “I’ve missed you.” You whispered to him. He hummed and leaned into your touch. “Is that so~? Here I was thinking you were never going to come back.” he said sarcastically as he stood up, flicking his wrist in the process to keep the piano playing. You rolled your eyes playfully, putting your hand on your waist. “Stephen we both know if i could stay here forever i would.” you said as he picked your hand off of your waist, bringing it to his lips. Placing a kiss on your hand he intertwined your fingers with his and wrapped his other hand around your waist. You sighed as you put your head in his chest, wrapping your free arm around his neck.“Oh darling.. don’t say it if you don’t mean it.”he purred into you. “You have no idea what depths I would go to to keep you here in my arms..” he said resting his chin on your head as he swayed the both of you to the harmony. “Your prison is my paradise.” you said as you swayed with him slowly, closing your eyes engulfing as much of him as you could. He hummed taking your words in. “Just say the words. And I'll find a way to keep you here forever.” he whispered, almost seductively. You paused for a moment as you thought about what he said. He looked down at you with concern in his eyes and eyebrows furrowed. “What is it darling.? Have I said something to make you upset?” he said, putting a hand on her cheek gently making you look up at him. A smile spread across your face immediately as you giggled at his response. “No no no. You did nothing wrong, silly.. i was just wondering..” your sentence trailed off as you really thought about what you were going to say. “Talk to me darling. “ he spoke gently, giving you a kind smile. “Could..Could you really keep me here.? Like.. If I were to wake up.. I could wake up here.. with you?” you asked shyly. It’s only been a couple of months since you had met the Sinister version of Strange in your dreams, and ever since then, you have always found yourself back here, dreading waking up to your real life. “If that is what you truly desire, then you shall have it my dear,” he spoke softly, holding you close, keeping his hand on your face.”However, I need you to be sure if this.. Is what you truly want.. Everything and everyone you have come to love, you will be without them..There would only be me, and the dying universe around us..” Shaking his head slightly at the dark thoughts that started to consume him.. He had nothing to offer you but a cold dying universe with no life other than himself..No one could live a truly happy life in those circumstances. He let his hold on you gently go, turning away from you. “I don’t think you understand the depths of the words you speak..” he said, placing his hand on the book that was laid upon his waist. You put your hands at your side as you took in what he was saying. Could you really go without all that you loved..That's when it hit you.. You really didn't have much of anyone or anything that you really did love, besides Stephen Strange and being able to learn magic. Your Strange didn’t reciprocate your feelings, and didn’t have much time to teach you anymore with all of the new threats that have been emerging. You thought to yourself quietly for a moment, the melody continuing to play softly in the background.

Making your mind up, you walked behind him taking his free hand into yours, rubbing the tops of his scarred hands slowly. “Stephen.. You have respected me, been generous with me, and offered me anything I could need and want in a dying universe.. Where as in my world.. You only have me around because it’s your job.” You take another step this time to be in front of him, still holding his hand. “That tells me all I need to know.” you said firmly yet sweetly. He looked up at you tilting his head slightly. “You would be treated as nothing less than a queen if it was me, darling..” He gave your hand a small squeeze. He hated to hear that his lower self treated you with such disregard. That's something the sorcerer will keep in the back of his mind for a later date.”I know you would..” You said looking at him with tender eyes.”I want to stay here with you Stephen Strange. You make me happy..And when i say you i mean you, not him. I adore who you are, and it would be an absolute honor to be able to spend the rest of my days with you..” you said with confidence yet it came out almost as a whisper. Humming and fully taking in your words he nodded, placing both of hands on either side of your face before placing a gentle kiss upon your forehead. “Then consider it done my love.” He pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. Wrapping her hands around his wrists gently she smiled at the thought of what tomorrow was going to look like for her.

(D!S). The next morning Stephen and (Y/N) were supposed to be meeting to discuss what your next steps were for training. Stephen, being busy per usual, showed up to the New York sanctum late to their session. The time was currently 3pm, and he was supposed to be here at 1pm. Sighing and making his way to the library, your normal hangout spot, he knew he was going to get an earful. Walking into the library he saw another master in your normal spot at the front desk. After finding out that you didn’t show up for the day he felt that something was off, he debated going to your room or not, he wanted to make sure you were okay but at the same time he didn’t want to piss you off either. Deciding to just take a look he made his way to your dorm in the sanctum.

(S!S) Your eyes fluttered open as you stretched on the bed. Blinking a couple of times trying to get your eyes to focus from their sleepy state, your heart quickened as you looked around the room. It was your room.. But not the one you normally wake up to. Throwing the blanket off of yourself, you walked through the path of candles and made your way out of the room. “Stephen..?!” you asked while walking through the cold sanctum. “(Y/N), you’re awake!” he said walking down the stairs that led to the open room you found yourself in. Turning to him your eyes widened as you approached him, meeting him in the middle of the room. “S-Stephen..i-is this real..are you real.?” you asked almost frantically as you put a hand on the side of his face. “Tell me it’s true..” you said, searching his eyes trying to figure out his emotions. He leaned into your touch wrapping his hands around your waist pulling you closer, chuckling slightly. “Of course it’s real darling. I told you my dear if you desire it, then it shall be yours.” He said, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. “Welcome home my love.”

(D!S) When he made it to your room he knocked softly on the door. “(Y/N)? Are you in there.?” he called while putting his ear to the door. The only response being silence. After knocking a couple of more times with no response he cracked her door open. There you were, laying in bed, curled into the blankets looking fast asleep. Walking up to you he gently shook your lower leg calling your name gently. Once again nothing.. Panic started to set in as he moved his hand to your neck looking for a pulse. He let out the breath he was holding as he felt a light pulse under his fingertips. Even though you had a pulse something was screaming inside of him that something wasn't right, so he turned to the open part of your bedroom and opened a portal to the closest hospital.. After many scans and tests, everything came back normal. There was medically nothing wrong with you, so that was a good thing.. But what caused this to happen.. One way or another he was going to find out.

@strangelockd @strangesthirdeye @dino-fart sorry for the random tags i just thought y’all might like it :3

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getlostsquidward · 2 years

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hiii~ can you please do a dark sinister strange x reader?? pls i really need it😩😩i love emo stephen sm and im so desperate for a dark fic of him. maybe reader could be in christine’s position? where stephen is so obsessed with bringing her back. except that, this time (kind) stephen failed to protect reader from (evil) stephen and (evil) stephen managed to have her

Don’t Blame Me

Sinister Strange x Reader

A/N: Sorry for the lazy writing lol. Also, Don't Blame Me is his anthem, change my mind.

Summary: The Darkhold exacts a heavy toll, and Stephen decided he’d pay it the world, the universe – if it meant having you back in his arms.

Warnings: yandere themes, kidnapping, gaslighting, manipulation, obsessive behavior, Stockholm syndrome

The Darkhold exacts a heavy toll, and Stephen decided he’d pay it the world, the universe – if it meant having you back in his arms.

Stephen Strange is the Sorcerer Supreme – he wields the power of the gods. What man wouldn’t be happy, contented?

But it drives him crazy, because for all this power that he holds, why wasn’t he able to save you? Why was the multiverse so cruel, that not even in one of the infinite universes, he couldn’t find one where he was happy, where he is with the person that he loves the most?

Stephen has the power of the gods. He is a god, and he’ll do anything to get you back. He’d cross the line by using dark magic, waste his time studying, and lose his mind every time he loses you time and time again. He’d go as far as killing his variants.

Love has just made him crazy and no one could ever blame him for that.

It’s been some time since Stephen had come up to meet this universe’s Strange, so despite the eerily scary ambiance of the Sanctum, you put on your brave face and followed him inside.

Goosebumps form on your skin as you ascend the grand staircase, which looks like it ends up in the clouds, not to mention the boundless sea that stretches to the horizon.

As you arrived at the study, you caught a glimpse of a man’s silhouette by the large window, presumably this universe’s Stephen. But where is your Stephen? “Hello?”

He slowly turned around, confirming your hunch. “Stephen…?” you whispered, uncertainty lacing your voice. He doesn’t look that different, but he sure looks grim. His eyes, though the same cerulean ones, feels darker, just like this world. However, as he watches you, a glimpse of excitement shone through, and you daresay the life in them were slowly reappearing.

The man’s heart leaped as he heard your voice, calling his name. Oh, how he longed for this moment to happen. There you are, the love of his life, in the flesh. After everything, he thought he wouldn’t be able to see you, hold you again.

“I fought so hard to get you, and thank heavens I can finally rest,” Stephen responded, his voice deep and hoarse, but he said it with so much passion it left you wondering, what happened to your variant?

As if he could read your thoughts, he continued. “Y/N L/N got in a car accident. I was driving and stupid me, I didn’t notice the truck coming behind us,” he walks towards you at a slow pace. “She died.”

Your eyes widened in that information, equal shock and devastation flooding your chest. A little part of you though was relieved that it didn't happen to you.

“I tried everything to get her back, to save her. I rewound time, after time to prevent that accident from happening and I still couldn’t save her. Your death in this universe was an absolute point in time. I can’t think of a life that doesn’t have you in it. So I sought other ways. I looked into the multiverse to see if we could have had a life where we’re happy, where I have you…” he paused, the dreamy look in his eyes fading as he pressed on. “But as you can see, I have failed over and over, and over. Until now.”

Stephen stopped in his tracks, standing close to you. It gave you the perfect view of his face, the sullen look, the deep bags under his eyes. The implication of the last part of his statement has flown over your head as something inside you wants to caress his cheek if it gave a little sense of comfort.

Stephen.

“Where’s Doctor Strange? The- the Stephen that I’m with?”

His eyes averted yours, looking down at his feet. “He’s gone.”

“What?! What do you mean, gone?”

“Doctor Strange isn’t here anymore, in this universe. He went back to yours.”

Excuse me?

“How- what exactly happened here?”

“He needed to use the Darkhold to get home, and I let him. In exchange for you.”

You gaped at him incredulously. You were unable to get a word out about how absurd and outlandish this was. Turning your back to him, you paced back and forth to let it sink in your mind.

“There has to be a mistake. He… he won’t just leave me here alone,” your voice cracks, on the verge of sobbing.

“But you’re not alone! I’m here with you. You don’t have to worry about me leaving you, ever, Y/N.”

“You have to help me return to my home, too. We still have to stop Wanda, I- I have to help them. I have to go back, please.”

Stephen was getting pissed. You’re not listening to him.

“I’ve dedicated myself to you! It’s only fair that you do the same,” he had raised his voice, making you snap out of your thoughts.

He rubbed his temple. “I’m sorry, darling. I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you. It just makes me sad that you don’t want to be with me. Don’t you love me? Don't you dream of spending the rest of your life with me?”

You froze on your spot, the feelings that you have for Stephen that you desperately try to suppress and tramp down for the past few years coming out in the open at his words.

It wasn't unrequited – it was a case of right person wrong time, or something along those lines – but is there ever a right time in a world that needs constant saving? Where countless threats might jeopardize your reality, there was simply no time and space for extraneous things like love in your line of work, Stephen himself had said. It’s too much of a risk.

It was hard, working to save the universe side-by-side with the person you love protecting the realm, the reality, while seeing others have and live that normal life that you couldn’t have, probably won’t ever have.

But in a world that is beyond saving, where there's no threat that looms over apart from its imminent collapse – and just until then, will you be able to live that life you always wanted?

Time in this universe has proven pointless and irrelevant as the never-ending gloomy skies surrounded the city and the Sanctum, making it hard to tell if it was morning or night, not that it matter anyway.

Stephen would sometimes cast an illusion to give you a false sense of normalcy, and there are times that you would get lost in temporary bliss, this twisted fantasy of having a domestic life with the man you love. There are times that you’d stare at the dark clouds of matter as it collapses.

You’ve given up on tracking how many days you’ve been here, the little flame of your hope slowly diminishing as days go by. Sleepless nights were spent crying, trying to escape from this haunted place, resenting your Stephen, and pleading with his counterpart to show you a peek of your universe–just so you could see your home one last time.

What happened to Stephen and Wong? America and Wanda? You were assuming that they had succeeded in preventing Wanda wreak havoc in the multiverse. They have to if it had cost you your freedom, or else all of this would be in naught.

This Stephen was… still Stephen, yet it feels like he isn’t. No words can really describe it. Those parts of him that you know so well, and love, would always shine through the cracks of his seemingly much darker personality, but often you could feel fear bubbling into your chest because he displays a behavior you can’t quite place. But you remembered that he is the guardian of the Darkhold, and he has read and used it, therefore making him corrupted.

So you blamed it all on the book of the damned and tried to look past his uncharacteristic actions. He is still Stephen, after all.

Above all that, he won’t just leave you alone in a destroyed universe without even so much as a goodbye. And in the back of your messed up mind, you found it very romantic that this Stephen was willing to fall from his grace just for you.

“This happened to your universe because of your incursions… for me?”

“It doesn't matter what happens to them as long as it means to have you.”

That was probably the most soul-stirring words someone has ever said to you.

Every day you would ask Stephen to open the Darkhold and let you see your universe. The first few tries; he was politely declining you or would divert the conversation. Few more tries, he raised his voice at you, something your Strange has never done – and you recoiled in fear, running away as much as possible from him. He never stopped you from leaving the Sanctum, he let you run free on the desolated streets of New York City.

You would find him offering his hand to you as you fall to your knees, realizing you’ve been running in circles, and there’s nowhere to go.

You didn’t know what had made him change his mind, because after reluctantly asking him one more time, Stephen relented.

And this time, you wish he didn’t. You wish he just continued rejecting your request until you got really tired of asking.

What you saw… shattered your already broken heart.

Through that red ball of magic, you let your tears silently fall as you watch your Stephen, smile and stare lovingly as he does to you, at this woman who you’ve never seen in your life.

You weren’t sure how long has it been that you were here, and you don’t want to care anymore, seeing as he had evidently moved on with that gorgeous blonde woman. He has no plans of rescuing you from this universe. He’s probably forgotten about your entire existence.

The man on your side scoffed and was about to speak, but as he looked at you, at the pain etched on your face, and the way you were tightly holding into his arm, he chose not to.

“This is why I’m not letting you see him.”

“You… knew?” that prompted you to look up at him.

“I took a peek at your universe last time. I didn’t want to tell you because I know it’ll break your heart. Do you understand now?” his large hands cupped your jaw, wiping your tears with his thumb. “I was saving you from heartbreak, Y/N.”

“I can’t believe it- I thought he…”

“You really think he’s going to save you? That he loves you? Darling, he was ready to give you up to save the multiverse,” he gently tilted your head up to meet his gaze. “For what it’s worth, I never gave up on you.”

His words hit too close to home, making tears fall more uncontrollably.

“Don’t shed a tear over someone who isn't worthy of you! Come on, you know how much I hate seeing you cry. You’re not pretty when you cry.”

You nodded, accepting the handkerchief Stephen conjured from thin air.

“Stop crying about him and let me hold you.”

The sobs reduced to sniffles, the intense emotion you had felt cooling down a bit. You sheepishly closed the small distance between you, resting your head against Stephen’s broad chest.

He let out a long, deep sigh as if he just finished a long journey.

A Cheshire cat grin broke across his face as your arms wrapped around him, his hand coming up to caress your hair. He was worried that he made the wrong decision of not killing that Stephen, but for once he was glad that he didn’t.

He has no idea who that woman was, or if his variant had really moved on from you. All he knows is that letting you see for yourself that your Stephen doesn’t want you anymore, that he was the only one who would truly love you was a God-given gift. The timing was impeccable as if the multiverse had let it happen.

Now, you would never ask of him or anything about your universe. He would never let you go through that pain again. No one would be able to hurt you, as long you’re with him.

You’d never think of leaving, of running away. He will make sure that you won’t think of anything but him, and him only. He will finally get his life-long obsession dream to spend the rest of his life with you, his beloved.

“No one will ever love you the way I do.”

You’re back in his arms. Finally, Stephen has found the beauty of this destroyed universe.

“This is your new home, our home.”

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sobeautifullyobsessed · 2 years

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My thank you and love letter to the Doctor Strange x Reader community...

It’s been a very long time. I’ve written for multiple fandoms for 8+ years now, and I was almost always left on the outside looking in, mainly because my creative choice was to fashion OFCs. The red-haired step-children of fan fiction. Still, I carried on, because it’s what my Muse directed, and the nature of the stories that are within me to tell. I like to think my work has steadily improved over the years.

And I get it- I really do. Most people want to see the ship of their heart, and that is most often with canon characters.

There’s tons of fantastic fic (and face it, not so good as well) out there that gives people exactly that. Are there fictions where the characters are bent and manipulated and made OOC for the sake of making them fit into the narrative the way the author wants them to. HELLS YES! And does it hurt to see the love and praise lavished on these pieces as though they are manna from heaven, while I still struggle to break a couple dozen notes of any kind, and mainly because I have the audacity to fill the written fantasies I offer with strong, original female characters? Not as much as it used to--but sometimes it still smarts.

But I think I’ve found my home at last. The Doctor Strange x Reader Insert community has truly made me feel welcome and embraced me in a way that I finally feel appreciated. And among peers. You lovely people are so key smash and enthusiastic and willing to share ideas and thoughts and advice, it’s like day and night to my old experiences (with one notable exception, because this blogger 🥰🥰 ALWAYS believed in my work and supported me without fail). I never got as many reblogs as I have since giving in to writing my female characters as Reader, and I want to thank you all for every single one of them. You all amaze me too--your imagination and enthusiasm, and daaaaaamn, how astoundingly prolific you are! My only gripe is with myself; why the hell can’t I keep up? I want to match you pace for pace, story for story, else I feel like I’m being left behind in the dust.

Anyway--and hand on heart--just know that I adore and appreciate you all, and you’ve given me the unexpected joy of having my own work greeted with kindness and enthusiasm for the first time in too many years! So please- do read on...and write on too!

PS The blogger I mentioned above is a fabulous author (and amazing friend) in her own right. Besides her canon compliant fics, she is the The Queen of Rarepairs, and has been known to fashion the occasional and delightful OFC when the spirit moves her. You can find her work on both her main blog and side blog- @strangelock221b @dreaminonao3 Please go give her works a looksee- her Doctor Strange pieces are true *chef’s kiss*, my favorites of which are Stephen x Darcy (omg, they are squee worthy and when I read them I simply pretend I’m Darcy) and Stephen x Pepper (face it, the Man falling and being in love is *sighs* DIVINE), and a newer series which she wrote to cheer me up, called The Countess and Her Defender on AO3. All my love to you, T! 💗

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ironstrange1991 · 2 months

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A Very Busy Sorcerer

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Stephen has been very busy the last few days and the reader decides he needs a moment to relax.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: SMUT: Handjob and some dirty talk. Use of the word daddy one or two times. Mostly fluff.

A/N: Working two jobs I haven't had much time to write, but I managed to finish this one for you guys and I hope you like it.

One of the things you tried not to do was disturb Stephen when he was working. You were still getting used to the idea of living together, even though you had been dating for almost 2 years and you were used to him sleeping in your apartment or you sleeping at the Sanctum almost every day, but actually living together was completely different and you wanted to show him that you knew how to respect his space and that you understood how busy he was.

However, since Stephen had set the date for the next mission with the Avengers he was always stressed, always worried and barely left the library, always reading and preparing for whatever he had to do. - As time went by, you stopped asking him to explain his missions to you. Today was no exception, Stephen was in the library, he was there all day in fact and even though it was Saturday, Wong was still wandering around the Sanctum instead of going back to the Kamar Taj like he normally did on the weekends, and you were bored and upset at being left aside and knowing that soon you would be alone in that huge house.

But you weren’t worried about yourself, you were worried about Stephen. He had barely been eating the last few days and when you brought it up he always said he was fine, but all that nervousness and stress couldn't be further from fine. You just wish you could find a way to make him stop and breathe for a minute and perhaps relax a little bit before going out on his mission. If you could just get him to talk to you a little, or eat something healthy, you'd feel less worried.

You found yourself searching for Wong to make sure he wasn't in the library too and found the Sorcerer Supreme in the Window of Worlds room doing who knows what. Having decided, you went to the library and found Stephen at his desk reading a huge book. He was so absorbed in his reading that he even noticed you approaching, even though Cloaky broke free from his shoulders and flew towards you.

He only noticed you when you were already at his side, asking so that the sentient relic could leave your both alone for a moment. Cloaky flew away happily and you smiled feeling a warmth in your heart. Sometimes you caught yourself thinking it was weird to have so much affection for a piece of clothing, but Cloaky was so much more than that you end up telling yourself every time.

Stephen sighed heavily as if he expected you to complain to him, even though he knew you never complained. Maybe he simply knew he had crossed the line today.

"Sweetheart, I know its Saturday and I know I should be spending some time with you, but I really need to find this specific spell..."

You shushed him wrapping your hands around his shoulders and positioning yourself right behind him. "I know. I didn't come here to complain, Steph. Do what you have to do." You said in a honeyed voice and began to massage his shoulders slowly. "I just want to spend some time with you while I can, if that's okay. I promise I won't disturb you."

He sighed heavily as you started working on a knot on his right shoulder and you could feel him melting under your touch and that was one of the things you loved most in the world.

"You could never disturb me, sweetheart. Hmm, this feels so good. I don't deserve you, Y/n."

"Shh. Enjoy it."

You smiled to yourself and continued with the massage and Stephen did his best to turn his attention back to his book which from what you could see was all written in runes.

It wasn't your intention to distract him, but you couldn't help but feel a little proud when you noticed how much he was melting into your touch, the slight moans he made every time you put more pressure on an area of his shoulders that needed to be worked on more carefully and – of course – it didn’t took long for dirty thoughts start to creep into your mind.

As the minutes passed, your hands began to become more daring, going down his defined chest covered by his blue robes and he sighed contentedly when your lips began to place little kisses on the back of his neck, going up to bite his earlobe and finally whispering into his ear.

"Does it feel good?"

He groaned, lolling his head back and closing his eyes and resting it on your chest.

"It's perfect. I'm so tired, sweetheart. You have no idea."

You nodded "Yes I do. I’ve been worried about you all day. That's why I'm here. I wanted to make you relax a little bit."

He hummed positively, "God, it's working. I love the way you work your hands, Y/n. They're delicate, but firm at the same time. Perfect."

You felt your heart flutter in your chest and decided to dare a little by running your hand down his chest until you reached his belt. "Yeah? What if I use them here. Do you think I can make you relax even more?"

Stephen almost purred feeling your fingers ghosting over a growing bulge. He let out a low moan when you held him over his pants, rubbing your hand against him to tease him and then you dedicated yourself to unbuckling his belt.

You placed a kiss on his neck and walked around his chair, placing yourself between him and his desk. Stephen moved the chair back, giving you more space and watched you kneel in front of him with a big and warm smile.

You unbuttoned his pants and quickly took his cock out. He was already half hard and you couldn't resist giving him a little kiss on the head as he moaned a little louder this time but quickly tried to compose himself.

"Sweetheart...Wong is still at the Sanctum."

You smiled mischievously, licking your hand and started pumping him up and down slowly.

"I know."

Stephen let out a nervous chuckle, but his cock quickly hardened in your hand. "You know he could come in here at any moment, then.” Though his words should sound like a warning, his voice broke with sweet moans and you thought they were really cute.

“Oh fuck... these hands... devilish."

You giggled, stopping just for a second so you could spit on his cock and go back to stroking him. The wet, lewd sound only adding even more to his pleasure.

Stephen bit his lower lip hard to try and suppress a loud moan at which you tsked.

"It's okay, let me hear you, Steph. Wong is up stairs, it's just you and me here. You know I love hearing your moans, they make me so wet. Sometimes I touch myself just thinking about it, replaying the sound on my head."

Stephen gasped as you held him tighter twisting your hand while moving it up and down. His legs shook a little and he moaned loudly for you just the way you loved to hear.

"So fucking dirty, sweetheart. Oh I love it! I love when you work your hands in my dick. The best handjob I ever had."

You smiled proudly. "Yeah? You're flattering me just because you want me to make you cum."

Stephen moaned even louder this time.

"God yes, please. I need you to make me cum, sweetheart. But it's not only because of that. You're perfect. You know I always say this. You’re always so good to me."

One of the things you loved most about Stephen was how controlling and rough he could be in sex and at the same time be sweet and affectionate. He was always so sweet when he let you have control over him like that, and you loved it.

You spat on his cock again and started working with both hands, rotating one from the base to the tip and the other massaging his balls. Stephen let out a groan and caressed your face, his thumb pulling your bottom lip down.

"Why don't you put that little mouth to work for me, uh? I'm dying for a blowjob."

You smiled mischievously, but even though his voice sounded so pleading and sexy, broken by small moans, you didn't give in. You know he would take back control to himself if you let him fuck your mouth, and you were loving that little submissive moment of his.

"I want you to cum on my hands, Stephen. You just told me how much you love them. They are not enough?"

"Yes I do. Shit! They’re more than enough, sweetheart. I could cum just from thinking about them as I did so many times. " He whispered between moans and his thighs trembled under your hands and his cock throbbed. "Fuck… but I need it faster, need more."

You bit your lip holding back a moan of your own. Seeing your man in that state was a huge turn on for you.

"Fuck Stephen... I'm so wet right now. Pussy is begging for you, and I know you want me too. So badly. You wanna put your cock inside me, don't you? Fell my pussy stretching around it..."

"Fuck yes." Stephen groaned and his cock jumped in your hand.

You started to work both hands on his cock, feeling him throb beneath them. He was so close, all he needed was a little push.

"Come on then, Steph, show me how much you love my hands. Cum all over them, make a mess for me. I just want you to feel relaxed, you deserve it. Have been working so hard these last few days. I just want to make you feel good."

"Oh yeah, sweetheart..." He moaned loudly. "Keep talking to me."

You smiled, satisfied now that you had him the way you wanted. "Give me your cum, daddy. Love you so much. I just want to be a good girl for you, wanna make daddy cum in my hands. I know you love my hands, Stephen. Show me how much. Give it to me."

Stephen let out a loud groan and started to cum. Warm and thick ropes of cum spurting from his cock and spilling onto your hands.

"There you go, Steph" You praised.

"Oh fuck... oh sweetheart. God, I love you, sweet girl." The words escaped his trembling lips as his body shook. His cum running down your fingers, some soiling the top half of his robes. A delicious mess.

He caressed your face, laughing softly, the sound making your heart jump in your chest.

"Such a good girl for daddy. Love you so much, Y/n."

You smiled sweetly at him watching as he conjured a cloth and began to clean himself as best as he could, but you knew it would take a lot more than that to get the smell of cum out of his robes.

He took your hands and began to gently clean them and then got rid of the dirty cloth and buttoned his pants and belts again with a flick of his fingers.

"I'll let you get back to work now." You said, getting up and threatening to leave, but he was faster. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to sit on his lap.

"Do you really think I'm going to let you go that easily?" He threatened with a smirk.

"I don't want to disturb your work, Steph."

He buried his face in your hair inhaling deeply.

"Too late for that, don't you think? Or did you really think I could go back to work after a handjob like that?"

You let out a small giggle "I didn't mean to."

He pulled your hair to the side and purposefully rubbed his goatee across the crook of your neck making your skin prickle. "Well, I think that was exactly your intention and now you got what you wanted."

"And what exactly did I want?" You asked, feigning innocence.

Stephen bit your earlobe "Making me hard for you, wanting to fuck you senseless until you ask me to stop."

"That’s not true." You said petulantly, turning to look at him and pulling him to your lips. "I never ask you to stop." You said biting his lip.

Stephen held you tight in his lap, standing up and opening a portal to his room. Work would have to wait.

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