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imeternallylove · 2 years

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Hoot with laughter - Stephen Strange

Stephen Strange x Reader

genre: fluff

warning: no

words: approx 700

(gif not mine)

A/N: I just want to make a nice image of Stephen laughing and interacting with Levi (cloakie) ;-; they deserve to be happy

You close your tired eyes for a moment, trying to relieve the pain and anguish of lack of sleep. "Ugh."

"Why don't you get some sleep?" Stephen asks calmly, his honeylike voice light enough not to push you, yet forcefully and able to easily express his position on the point.

"Can't," you yawn, rubbing your eyes. "I have a lot of work to do," you repeat a dozen times that night.

He doesn't react this time.

You move through your papers and take up your pen again, blinking and scratching your eyes. You just write for a few more seconds before putting the pen down and rubbing your eyes once again.

You expect to hear Stephen sigh, as you have been over your insistence on finishing work for the previous hours, but there is no voice of it. You open your eyes and turn to face him. And he is not present.

It's now your time to sigh. Perhaps he's gone to bed.

"Hey!" That's when you feel yourself being pulled from your chair just as you return to your paper.

It's his Cloakie, he flips down your laptop screen and leads you straight to the bedroom. "Come on! Both of you!"

Your boyfriend is already perched on the edge of the bed, as shown by a little smirk on his mouth. You wriggle when Cloakie throws you on your boyfriend's lap. You shout as the Cloak swings out from your shoulder floats directly on top of both of you and Stephen, and even appears to mock you. "Cloak, I hate you!"

Stephen grins while he watches you slide into the blanket and turn off the light before getting to sleep next to you in a few seconds. He draws you into his embrace, kissing your sleeping head. "That's my princess."

The Sorcerer is just dozing off to sleep after you when he feels you shivering in his arms. He shrugs off the sleep tendrils that have wrapped around him. "Y/N? What- are you crying?"

However, you are not crying. You're laughing heavily just because he calling you princess. Stephen's brow furrows, you could hear his half-asleep from aside. "What's so funny?" You are unable to respond one bit, and even more, burst out laughing out of fatigue through your lung.

"Y/N," he groans and rolls away from you, but you continue to giggle. He throws a pillow over your face to muffle your noisy silly laugh; it does not work. "Go back to sleep," he rolling his eyes, flinging slightly the pillow at your body, only causing you to burst out laughing a great further. "What's wrong with you, baby?"

Your boyfriend moves away from you, arms crossed and his back rests against the bedhead as if he's trying to ignore you. "Damn you, darling," you half-cry, half-chuckle as you wipe the tears from the corner of your eyes, and the loud fit goes.

You're climbing, leaning in, and brushing up against his neck. "I'm sorry," you whispered softly, your leg looped around his waist. "Can we cuddle? Yeah?" He just answers by keeping silent. "Stephen," you tease, your fingers circling his strong board and flirtatiously nipping his arm.

And now it's his shoulders that are trembling with laughter. "Stephen?"

Stephen flipped over in an instant, trapping you between the mattress and his chest. His warm laughter is rocking overall of his body, leading you to sink back into a laughing pack.

"What?" You grimaced but smiled broadly, your smug chuckle tucked away. Stephen leaned into your neck, his scarred palm clutching the tip of your shoulder, still cracking up with you.

Tiredness gradually overtakes you two, and the merriment fades. Stephen is softly rubbing his nose towards yours. "Gonna be good and sleep now?"

"Hey, you were laughing as well."

"Because you were laughing like crazy."

"No, wasn't me," after that, he remains silent, waiting for you to answer his query. You exhale. "I'll be good, okay?"

Stephen simply hums and brushes your lips quickly before repositioning you in ideal snuggling positions. "Good night, princess."

"Good night," you kiss his jawline before resting your head on his chest, "my prince."

The two of you then fell asleep peacefully, guarded by Cloakie, who gladly glides and hovers in the air alone in the Sanctum's bedroom all night, lovingly wrapping both of you.

#stephen strange x reader #doctor strange x reader #stephen strange fanfiction #doctor strange fanfiction #doctor strange one shot #stephen strange one shot #marvel fanfiction #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #stephen strange x female reader #doctor strange x female reader #multiverse of madness #the cloak of levitation #doctor strange #stephen strange #doctor strange imagine #stephen strange imagine

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doctorstrangeaskblog · 6 months

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*Cloak blows by Strange before stopping behind him. It gives the impression of judging him as it tilts its non-existent head before it taps, taps, taps on his shoulder.*

...I swear I'm gonna buy one of those dog mats with sound buttons to be able to understand what you wanna tell me every time.

#doctor strange #marvel #stephen strange #dr.strange #benedict cumberbatch #dr strange #ask doctor strange #mcu #the cloak of levitation

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ceruleanmindpalace · 2 years

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I guess the Cloak needed a moment when it figured out it had been patched up with a piece of fabric that wasn't red.

Digital Art, inspired by Multiverse of Madness.

I am flattered if you reblog, but do NOT post my art on other sites/social media or use in any other way without my written permission.

#Dr Strange #cloak of levitation #the cloak of levitation #dr strange multiverse of madness #Dr strange Mom #dr strange 2 #DSMoM #benedict cumberbatch

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aelaer · 1 year

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Do we know if the Cloak of Levitation can feel pain? I know that it can to some extent, but could it get hurt by like a taser or something?

Yooo somehow I got not one but two anon asks tonight and I'm just delighted??? Great pick me up at the end of the day. (Other ask will be answered hopefully tomorrow.)

Anyway! I'm going to assume you mean movie canon (the Cloak wasn't even sentient in a lot of the comic history so) and I'll go off that. So we see the Cloak getting torn or ripped in a couple ways in the MCU:

Dormammu disintegration:

Thanos tear:

Wanda burn:

I personally can't remember the Cloak flinching or the like with any of these on-screen hurts (though it did fly away from Thanos after he tore part of it).

In terms of practicality, it wouldn't make sense to make a magical relic with the duty to protect the sorcerer wearing it feel pain as other living beings do. I can imagine that too much damage inflicted upon it would cause its magic to get significantly lessened, making it "look" weak in movement - but actually feeling the damage would be an absolutely impractical thing to purposefully embue into the Cloak itself.

That said, I think it'd be very easy for both sorcerer and casual onlooker to think that the Cloak might be in pain because humans give human emotions to inanimate objects all the time (see that thread about the bomb-finding robot that had its testing stopped because it losing its legs to bombs was "too inhumane"). Just like Stephen shows sympathy to the Cloak in MoM for getting "dinged up" and promising to get it fixed, I imagine anyone with some sort of emotional connection to the Cloak would show sympathy at it getting "hurt" - even though the Cloak very likely has no pain receptors.

When it comes to non-magical attacks like electricity from a taser, I don't think it'd be affected at all. I don't necessarily think it could block the attack, though perhaps it could dampen the effect. It's clearly affected physically by magic and by really strong people like Thanos, though even Thanos had to really work to tear it. But it seems that it would need to be severely torn up to be "weakened".

I personally headcanon that it can stop bullets a la bulletproof vests can stop bullets, only using magic as opposed to specific meshes and materials. I also headcanon that there are spells or other relics out there that could stop it from working temporarily, though this again doesn't cause it to feel pain.

Edit: The Sands of Nisanti made it stop working in MoM so there you go. (I don't think it'd have let Stephen just lay there otherwise.)

Uh. Yeah. I hope this rambling answer actually answers your question.

#mcu #the cloak of levitation #doctor strange #meta #headcanon #ask #answered #anonymous

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littlemortals · 2 years

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Platonic stephen strange blurb? :)

Hi anon! I hope you enjoy this:) Sorry it took so long to write

Warning, English isn't my first language so mistakes have been made and I did not proof read this so please ignore all the mistakes:]

Requests are open!

You were reading at the Sanctum's library when Stephen came in. "Have you seen my cloak? I can't find it." Stephen asked. You looked up from your book while the cloak was lying on top of your legs. Before you could answer Stephen spotted his beloved cloak on your legs. "Seriously? I have been looking for you everywhere and you are here?" Stephen spoke to the cloak.

"What can I say Strange, it likes me more than you. I mean can you blame it? I am pretty awesome." You said with a small smile on your face. Stephen walked over and tried to lift the cloak from you, but before he could do that the cloak wrapped itself around your torso. It looked like cloak didn't want to leave with Stephen which is odd, it is his after all. "Oh c'mon, are you seriously trying to avoid this? You know you need to be cleaned. Even if you don't like it." He said with a sigh.

You got up from the sofa, set you book to the table near by and run out of the library. "Y/N! What are you doing I need to wash it!" Stephen yelled at you. "Don't worry little cloak I won't let him touch you." You said while running. Stephen stepped out of a portal in front of you and said "The cloak please." before you could answer the cloak of levitation lifted you from the floor and started to move you away from Stephen.

"OH C'MON!"

#stephen strange x y/n #stephen strange x you #stephen strange x reader #the cloak of levitation #stephen strange imagine

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prettywitchiusaka · 1 month

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Lines From Stephen x Clea Fanfics I May Never Write (Out of Context) Post 167:

Wong: Stephen...? I'm happy that you've found someone, but...please, no making out while you two are training. Last thing I need is for you two to be getting sloppy.

Stephen: (He laughs.) Don't worry, Wong, Clea and I talked about it. We've agreed to stick to training during study sessions and nothing else.

(Cut to later in the day, Stephen has Clea pined against the wall of the Sanctum's training room, making out with her.)

(He breaks their kiss to nibble at her neck.)

Clea: We should...get back to training. (She says this, breathlessly.)

Stephen: Yeah...You're probably right.

(They look into each others eyes and without saying a word, he kisses her, again. And she begins heartily reciprocating.)

(Unbeknownst to them, the Cloak is watching. It makes a "shaking my head" motion and flies away. It makes its way to the doorway connecting the Sanctum to Karmar-Taj and, entering the Sanctum library approaches Wong, who is in a nook in the corner, reading.)

(Wong doesn't even look up from his book when the Cloak places itself in front of him.)

Wong: Let me guess, they're making out, again?

(The Cloak nods.)

Wong: (He sighs and shakes his head.) I should've known. (He closes his book and sits up.) Alright, let's go, Cloakie.

(The Cloak happily follows Wong as they make their way back to the New York Sanctum.)

#marvel cinematic universe #marvel comics #doctor strange #clea #clea strange #stephen x clea #wong #stephen x wong #the cloak of levitation #Prettywitch's Fanfiction #mcu clea's a fugitive au #i couldn't resist

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antvnger · 9 months

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//Very curious to see the music vibe of The Cloak of Levitation

@askthecloakoflevitation

Aaah the Cloak is a very special one. Timeless, powerful, and fun. Like music.

So I give you a fun mix of the old and the new blended beautifully. That is the vibes I get from the Cloak.

youtube

#ask scott lang #scott lang #ant-man #the cloak of levitation #askthecloakoflevitation #music vibes game #music vibes #one of my favorite videos ever #ant man #antman

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couldntbedamned · 11 months

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Taking my life into my own hands here but

(this is not an attack. do you. always.)

#yes i know #i'm an island on this #i don't care though #i love cloak #i do #just not the nicknames fandom uses #but do you #a slingy a slingy everyone loves a slingy go slingy go!#doctor strange #stephen strange #the cloak of levitation

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fanartka · 3 months

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Washing day

#doctor strange #stephen strange #marvel #doctor stephen strange #ai #ai art #ai doctor strange #the Cloak of Levitation #levi #washing day

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imeternallylove · 2 years

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There's nothing to eat in the kitchen until you came in - S.Strange

Stephen Strange x Reader

genre: hehehe it's nothing just smut *smirk*

words: 2.0k

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link < lower your earphones voice, that's all i ask. i've reminded ya'll

"I'm not talking to you, Steve." You storm into the kitchen, looking for something to eat on the counter, and you find nothing. You've dressed elegantly for the date. You're dressed in a long, light blue and black lace and silk gown with a flattering low neckline.

"Oh, please forgive me, Y/N." Stephen sighs and walks in with his arms clasped across his chest. He's wearing light wash pants and a black t-shirt, which makes you even furious considering how hot he looks right now, his hair untidy from his wizardry habits with America and Wong.

Recognize that you are upset at this point. "You left me, and there is nothing to eat here! God! Stephen!"

"I just forgot, baby- and right, that's on me, but Y/N, I've never forgotten one of our dates before, and I'm not going to do it again." He tries, still staring at you as you stare at him back annoyingly.

"Oh, you believe you'll get another date with me?" You murmur, irritated. Of course, you're not serious, but he's pushed you far enough to have you threaten it. Stephen Strange had just betrayed you by forcing you to cancel your lunch date and reservation.

"How do I make it up to you?"

You gaze at him once again, disapprovingly. He approaches you gently, raking his fingers over his unkempt black and silver hair. You remain upright, determined not to be worn down by him.

"Come on, Y/N, you can't be upset with me forever." He leans in and kisses your neck right below your ear. You catch your breath and move back, slipping to the right, away from him.

"Go away, Strange. I mean it." You grunt. You need time to recover from the fact that he forgot about your date for an hour while you stood there uncomfortably unable to call him. You know if you don’t get the message across that you’re upset with him and will be for a while, he’ll easily get you back in his arms with a little flirting.

You aren't easy to give in, you’re stubborn as all hell, you always have been, but something about him makes you melt.

You swear to yourself that this time will be different.

Stephen gives you a teasing face, an overconfident grin that borders on predatory, "there's nothing to eat in the kitchen until you came in." He doesn't mind a fight or a game, and he never has, but you're not in the mood.

"I'm serious." Your alert eyes dilated, knowing well what he meant. "I'm really serious, Steph."

"So am I; what should I do?" He grins as he walks up to you and gently pushes you back against the counter, his hand staying on your hip, hard enough that you don't pull away. As he leans against you, his leg presses on yours, and he smirks, cocky as usual.

He begins sucking at the skin between your neck and shoulder, causing you to gasp silently as he leaves a dark, sensitive mark. "I'm sorry, honey." He murmurs softly, his thick baritone voice vibrating over your skin, his warm breath ghosting over your delicate flesh.

You should push him away, shout at him, and make him feel bad because let's face it, you'd be doing him a favor. Instead, you're in the kitchen, allowing him to touch, kiss, and turn you on. He shouldn't be able to make you feel this strongly about him, but he does, and you do.

"Stephe…" You mutter under your breath, your gaze was drawn to the open doorway to the kitchen. You know there's no one in his Sanctum, and Wong has seen you two often in this state. Feel him smile on your neck, his tongue shooting out to moisten his lips and brushing softly against your neck, making you swing.

"What’s wrong baby? Don't you want me to make it up to you, little girl?" Stephen says this while slipping his hand down from your waist to the bottom of your dress, slowly pushing the fabric up beyond your thighs to reveal your black lace underwear.

You blush and bite your bottom lip between your teeth lightly. "Daddy'll be so kind to you, and will be treat you so well." He smirks, his voice soft, and rubs his calloused palm over your inner thigh with care.

You can feel your core throbbing as he continues to massage circles into the delicate flesh of your thigh, his other hand going around your waist and softly pinching your ass. You involuntarily gasp, barely controlling a groan. He always knows exactly how to make you squirm.

With that, you gently push back against his hand as he kneads the fragile skin in his palm. You lean into his touch, moaning into his neck.

"You're such a little slut for daddy, Y/N." He hums, slapping your ass before extending his hand up to your dress zipper. You gently swoon, your breath stuck in your throat. His right hand is still teasingly caressing your inner thigh. He carefully pulls your zipper down, allowing the dress to fall off your shoulders and reveal your black lace bra.

"Is this your apology?" You attempt to take a deep breath, without whining about how much he's taking you on with his dirty.

Okay, perhaps you'll forgive him sooner than you expected.

He grins and steps back to explore you over. "Not good enough? Hmm?" He smirks, softly hooking his thumb under your dress's strap and letting it slide down onto the chilly, tile floor around your ankles, leaving you in nothing but your undergarments and heels.

"You're already wet for me, sweetie." He coos as he wraps his arms around you and lifts you up so your legs wrap around his waist. As you begin to grind against his hip, you gasp quietly at the pressure and frictions on your aching clit.

You can feel how tough he is, his cock still tucked inside his jeans. As you start grinding your hips into him, pressing against his bulge slope, he lets out a low sigh. "My, God-" your clit throbs for attention around the folded skin of yours, and your thighs quake once you get wetter and stickier.

You crave more of him, you need him inside you, pleasuring you.

Stephen raises you further higher, releasing you from your friction and pushing you back against the counter. You shudder at the chilly counter against your warm flesh, your eyes hazy and cheeks crimson from the lack of satisfaction.

He forces your legs spread, stands between them, and kisses you all over with his tongue and fangs. It's ravenous and deep, kiss-swollen and pleading on your lips. He let his fingers burn into your fold as skilfully pulled your underwear off, causing you to groan out the blubber.

"Look at you soaking, don't you want it so bad?" He's claiming you, leaving hickeys and bruises all over your body. "I'm going to make you scream my name, sweetheart."

In return, you moan heavily, breaths flowing out of your short pants, breathy moans filling the kitchen.

Stephen kneels between your knees, licking his lips, and grins up at you, lightly biting your thigh and sucking marks into your flesh as he moves up your fold towards your silky, moist pussy.

In single touch he does, totally enough to make you shudder, with shortness of gasps departing your lips. He keeps kissing your inner, trailing moist kisses up your silky legs while biting and sucking at the flesh. Soon, he'll be burying his face between your legs, sliding the tip of his tongue over your pussy lips and clit, tasting you as he goes.

You choke on the sudden focus on your puffy clit scratch with his chin hair growth. As you slump back, panting, his hands grasp the counter. "O-h fuck, mm," you push your hips a little closer to him, craving more of his nice, hot, and humid mouth on your pussy. Stephen clicks open-mouthed strikes over your slit, his tongue jetting out to suck inside your pussy lips, repeatedly, and you let out a loud groan.

As he kisses and chews your fold, he slides his tongue slowly and deliberately up onto your sensitive, his hands squeezing your hips. He comes to a brief halt, just good-long enough to give you a breather before planting a delicate kiss on your sweet spot once again.

"Oh, Steve—" You heart beat faster as he pushes a finger entering your watering cunt, teasingly nibbling around your clit. You tug his hair slightly, stroking through his bang.

Your thighs clench from the sensory overload as you climax, allowing Stephen to continue to tear you down by longingly drinking your secretions and pleasuring you through your orgasm.

As he rises, wet and panting, you let go of his hair, hurriedly removing his shirt, bending closer, and kissing your neck while slipping two fingers into your soaked pussy. Making you die in time to his devious tempo.

"You want my cock? You want me to fuck you here? " He asks smugly, shoving you up against the counter and whining as he takes his fingers out. You can watch his eyes expand to convey an overwhelming amount of pride.

You gasp aloud as he strokes your clit again, making you arch your back, too high to think clearly. His deep groan wrecks you once more, and he becomes even louder as you clutch his cock and grind his tip over your lobe.

His both palms pinch your hip cheek even more rigidly in place. "Fuck, Y/N." You now have a sense of how hard he holds his pre cum by your perky.

Before you know you win. He's already lining his hard, dripping his entire length up with your moist pussy, gently pushing into your flying cunt in one smooth stroke, both of you gasping loudly at the sensation.

It takes you both a second to relax before you notice him rotating his hips, sliding them in a good groove, pounding you underground and slow. "Oh, Fuck–Y/N, so fucking good baby, you like that?" Stephen moans and tilts your head as he wipes your perspiration with his thumb, repeating a torrent of nasty words into your ear as his warm breath brushes your skin.

You're gasping for air and screaming, falling back down against the cold counter as he fucks you no mercy, your lips wide and eyes glazed over with excitement as he hits you without letup and causes you to cry out in delight, your loud and passionate noises air was heavy mass.

As you get closer to another orgasm wave, your walls tighten around his massive cock, his cock hitting your spot virtually every time, your thighs shaking.

"God-You feels so good, I bet you love being fucked with my cock— Oh- baby, you taking it all so good." As he approaches his release, his prod becomes faster and thicker, and his hips twitch slightly.

You press your head against his neck, your cunt tightening or nearly wringing around him as you cum, shouting his name as you rake your nails over his shoulders, forcing him to cry out before shooting his seed into you. "Oh my god, Stephen."

His cock is wobbling, though - and his juice is still gushing out, overflowing yours.

For several minutes, the only sound in the kitchen is your ragged breathing and his cock still buried inside you.

He eventually gets out, still out of breath and weak-legged, grins, and kisses you tenderly. You can still taste yourself on him, and it's paradise until there's a loud scream from the entrance, Wong's shout booming across the kitchen as he slaps the door shut.

"What the hell… Are you two- Really?!" Wong yells, moving away from you both as your face heats up and you feel extremely beyond exposed. "This is too much for me!"

Stephen only smirks under his breath as his Cloak float in, hiding your nude body.

"Sorry, Wong." You squeal beneath the red blanket, watching as your man takes his things and kisses you afterward, shifting his head away from Wong for a little second as he winks and smirks.

Once you slowly open your eyes, you're already in the bedroom, naked, with Stephen at the bed's edge, his paw gripping, toying with your bust, capturing your nipple with his gobble tongue, and naively staring up at your face.

You exhale slowly, actually nearly moaning.

"Ready for my next apology, daring?"

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doctorstrangeaskblog · 2 years

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Cloak of Levitation and Stephen hedcanons

Doesn't like washing machines

Is very very ancient

Has a personality of his own

Is called "he" in DS2

Was still, no signs of life at all, until Stephen first went to the Sanctum

It belonged to Agamotto (the Marvel art of Agamotto shows him wearing a clothing very similar in some details and colors to the Cloak)

It can understand what people say

Doesn't talk but is very expressive

obcessed with Stephen, loves him so much

Was very happy when Stephen decided to wear the Cloak instead of returning it to the glass stand

Stephen chose the Cloak as his relic.

The Cloak is imbued with magic, therefore it's VERY resistant. (Wanda turned a sorcered to dust using a minor blast- The Cloak got hit by a big blast - Wanda hit Stephen's back - and the Cloak, despite getting damaged, didn't get destroyed and protected Stephen 100%

In a Harry Potter verse would be able to shield Stephen from Avada Kedavras lol

Has attitude, has preferences of his own, gets bored, likes to fly around sometimes, gets curious

Imagine the first day Stephen went to bed and the Cloak approached him shily and rested with him.

Stephen being so curious about the Cloak at first, asking questions, trying to have conversations

The first time Stephen caressed the Cloak to see if the Cloak could feel- and to thank him- the Cloak melting and getting all wiggly

Attack hugs happen

Cloak can transform into any clothing piece and change size

It was said in an interview that the details of the Cloak are made of gold and rubys. (some little precious stones in the golden details)

Must be so warm and so soft

It's an assimetrical Cloak, if Stephen wore it closed, it could cover him completely

Some say the Cloak and Stephen have a very intimate relationship since the Cloak gets to see and comfort Stephen in his worst moments, tries to wipe out his tears, died with him against Dormammu and in the Infinity War outcomes

Stephen is VERY protective of the Cloak (got so mad at Pizza Poppa who grabbed the Cloak without consent)

It was said in a DS1 interview that there is some level of telepathy between the Cloak and the user so he knows when and were it has to fly/carry the user.

Stephen seems to have lost the fear of free fall since he seems quite chill in No Way Home when fighting Peter (he falls to get the box)

Loves cuddling Stephen

Stephen when in private, gives the Cloak soft caresses and scratches

He washes the Cloak using his hands and he's very careful

Cloak seems to have a naturally kind personality since it saves other people without being ordered (like Ned).

Wanna suggest a headcanon about something? Leave in the comments. 😄

#doctor strange #marvel #stephen strange #mcu #the cloak of levitation #doctor strange cloak #ds2

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