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ironstrange1991 · 1 month

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Movie Night

Paring: Defender!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Stephen's work on a Friday night leaves you upset, but choosing the right movie can change everything and save the night.

Word Count: 3,1k

Warnings: Small argument and provocation. SMUT: Fingering, umprotected p in v sex, creampie.

A/N: It took me two months to finish this fic and this shows how hard authors block had hit me, but I'm happy to finally have something to post. Hope you guys like it and have a nice reading :)

Movie nights are sacred to you and Stephen knows this very well, yet there he was locked in the meeting room with the Defenders ironing out the final details for the next mission. You shouldn't be mad about the situation because this time Stephen wouldn't participate, on the contrary, he would take the next few days to slow down and spend some time with you. So, it was acceptable for him to waste a few minutes of your Friday night since you’ll have a lot of time to spend together, but it wasn't any less annoying and tonight you didn't want to be understanding. Not at all.

When he finally left the meeting room, you were sitting crisscrossed on the couch, TV control in hand, choosing something to watch alone. You didn't bother to say hi or good night to his friends and they didn't even dare say anything to you because they knew you were mad.

As if that wasn't enough, Stephen still stood for ten minutes talking by the door until finally the Defenders left and he returned to the living room.

"You might as well invite them to live here with you." You snorted. Irritation appearing in the way you distilled each word. "I mean, since they're here all the fucking time and you're always willing to devote all your damn time to them, it would be so much easier and more practical if they didn't even have to leave, wouldn't it?"

Stephen didn't respond, he knew better than to talk back to you when you were angry.

Instead, he walked up behind the couch and wrapped his arms around your shoulders and buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply and placing a small kiss on your skin. You felt your entire body tingling with the sensation, but you didn't show any reaction.

"I'm going to take a shower, do you want to come with me?" He asked in your ear, completely ignoring your attempt to start a fight and making a point of rubbing his beard on your neck in an attempt to disarm you.

"In case you haven't noticed, I've already taken a shower, Stephen. I've also had dinner, alone by the way, but you could have called your friends to accompany you. You missed a great opportunity."

He sighed, clearly frustrated, but walked away without saying anything. You knew you were being childish, you knew very well that Stephen did as much as he could to spend more time with you, but sometimes you wanted to ignore everything you knew and focus on the fact that he spent more time with his friends than with you.

You took a long time to choose what to watch and when Stephen came back you were lying on the couch, covered by a fluffy blanket. The night was particularly cold even with the heater on. The first few minutes of the film you had finally chosen were playing on the TV.

"Did you really start without me?" He complained, patting your leg so you would give him a seat.

To be honest, you didn't think he would come down to watch the movie with you after the way you spoke to him, but Defender hated arguments and would do anything to make sure you didn't get into arguments. However, you didn't want to give in.

"Don't make me start, Stephen." You said moving forward and giving him space to lie down behind you. Even though he knew you were angry, he made a point of placing his arm so you could rest your head and wrapped the other around your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible. He was always so comfortably warm and the delicious smell of his conditioner managed to soften you - just a little - so you explained.

"The movie just started, you didn't miss anything."

He hummed giving you a small kiss on the shoulder "What is it about?"

You shrugged "It's a thriller. It's called Killing me softly. I chose it by the name actually."

"Um" He said snuggling and cupping your hand with his, intertwining his fingers with yours. "I'm not going anywhere in the morning, okay? I'll be all yours."

You sighed but didn't respond, choosing to pay attention to the scenes in front of you that were quickly becoming interesting. Really interesting.

The protagonist had met a stranger on the street - of course the stranger was sexy and mysterious - and had the brilliant idea of going to his house and the scene quickly escalated into a sex scene like those that you would be embarrassed to death if you were watching with your parents, but as you were watching with your husband, the situation was very different.

You've never been one to watch porn, contrary to what should happen, the explicit sex and the constant fake moaning on screen used to be a turn off for you, but the subtlety of sex scenes in Hollywood films used to work much better and you already could feel your body reacting to the images in front of you and the fact that you were cuddling with your man who happened to be so warm and smelling so good and that was definitely sexier than the actor in the movie didn't help much.

The scene ended and then another began and soon after another, and you were surprised by your husband's baritone voice in your ear.

"I think I like this movie." He said, pressing a very obvious erection against your ass and you felt your face blush, but you didn't have time to react because he started to place kisses on your neck, brushing his beard against your skin and his hand let go of yours to sneak inside your blouse and feel your breasts while he pressed his hard on against you again.

By now you weren't exactly paying attention to the movie in front of you, your body was responding to him in all the right ways and the next thing you knew you were pressing your thighs together.

"I thought you were mad at me, but then you chose this movie..." He rasped and bit your earlobe and you felt your entire body tremble.

"I'm mad at you and I didn't know it was this kind of movie." You explained yourself.

He gave you several kisses on your neck and then licked your ear, biting it again and started to grind his erection on your ass without any shame.

"Hm, I guess I'll need to do something to change that then." He pinched your nipple lightly and then lowered his hand into your pajama shorts, caressing your pussy covered in the fabric of your panties, which at that point was completely wet.

An involuntary moan escaped your lips and you gave in to the desire growing quickly inside you, bucking up your hips against his hand for his delight.

"You're so wet baby, is this because of the movie or because of me?"

You bit your lip when his hand reached inside your panties and his trembling fingers circled your clit.

"It's you." You responded amidst groans.

A succession of dialogue scenes that you weren't paying the slightest attention to gave way to another sex scene and your hand searched for Stephen, reaching inside his sweatpants and delighting in the fact that he wasn't wearing underwear. You grabbed his cock and started pumping it up and down slowly which made him moan right in your ear and your whole body tingled.

The moans coming from the TV got louder and Stephen increased the pace of his fingers on your clit and whispered in your ear.

"Do you like the way he does it?" He asked referring to the character in the film.

"Y-yes."

"Do you want me to fuck you like that?"

You moaned loudly when he finally entered you with his fingers, but you needed so much more than his fingers.

"Yes, please." You finally responded.

"Will this make up for the hours I spent in meetings with my friends?" He teased. "You can't be mad at me anymore."

You nodded in agreement and closed your eyes, indulging in the pleasure his fingers provided going in and out of you.

Stephen sat down and you turned around, laying on your back, your legs hanging open for him to do whatever he wanted with you.

He took his hands to the waistband of your pajama shorts and panties and pulled them off quickly and discarded them on the floor. He had a smug little smile on his lips that wasn't very common for him, but you were too caught up in the pursuit of your pleasure to care.

He stood up for a second and took off his pants and t-shirt, completely undressing for you and knelt between your legs, touching you again, rubbing your clit in circles with two trembling fingers while pumping his delicious hard cock with his other hand.

"You're so beautiful" You murmured between moans as you grabbed your tits, pinching your own nipples and delighting in the pleasure that his fingers gave you. "It's so unfair"

Stephen chuckled collecting your slick with his fingers and spreading it on his cock which by now was rock hard and pulsing in his hand, he gave a couple of jerks and rubbed his tip on your slit teasing you.

"Baby... please don't tease. N-need you."

"Yeah? But you were so mad at me a few minutes ago. What changed?"

He placed the tip at your entrance, but didn't force it in and held your hips down when you threatened to lift them up.

"Come on baby, tell me."

You bit your bottom lip holding back a moan and admitted "I was only mad because I was jealous. Because you weren't paying attention to me."

He sighed heavily, forcing his cock and letting it stretch you slowly and allowing himself a moan of his own.

"And that's why you were so mean? Saying those things to me. Do you think I deserve to be treated like that?"

You knew very well that he was playing games with you, but you didn't care, you needed him inside you, you would say anything, do anything he wanted you to do.

"I'm sorry, baby, please, need you. I am so fucking horny. Please fuck me... punish me."

That completely disarmed him and you could feel his cock throbbing just from your words and you knew he liked the idea. "I was mean to you and you don't deserve it. You're such a good husband."

Stephen entered you with a hard thrust making you squirm with the delicious stretch. That man was so fucking big.

He held both of your knees to keep your legs spread wide for him and began to move slowly at first, keeping his eyes fixed on where the two of you joined together. "So fucking beautiful." He moaned and you closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation. "Pussy looks so fucking beautiful taking my cock. Promise me you won't get mad at me again because of work. You know I do everything I can to be with you. I love you so much, baby."

You moaned loudly, feeling him go even deeper when he leaned forward laying on top of you, holding his weight with just his forearms. You cupped his face with both hands.

"I promise. I love you so much, Stephen..." You kissed him hard and kept kissing him while begging. "Need you by my side... all the time, need you so much... oh god please... fuck me, punish me, do whatever the fuck you want to me... I just want it so badly."

Stephen rested his hands on the arm of the sofa and began to thrust hard, each thrust harder and faster than the next. You wrapped your arms around him and your nails dug deep into the flesh of his back as you locked your legs around his hips, letting yourself be dominated by him. Your hands went down to his ass, pulling him against you, wanting him to enter you completely. Somehow you knew it would never be enough, you would always want more of him.

Stephen searched for your lips and kissed you again, this time harder, his breathing quickly becoming ragged and you could feel him pulsing inside you.

"Oh my god Stephen... feels so good baby, cock fucking me so good."

He moaned, lowering his lips to your neck and giving small kisses and bites there, his breathing and baritone voice making your whole body tingle.

"And you're taking me so fucking good. You always take it so good. I know you love my cock, tell me how much you love it."

"So much... so so much" You almost purred the words as you tightened your arms around him. "Love you... so much"

He kissed you and you could see him trying hard not to cum yet. He stopped and tapped your thigh for you to unlock your legs around him and pulled out asking gently.

"Turn around baby. Get on your hands and knees for me."

You smiled, quickly obeying him and positioning yourself on all fours for him. Defender didn't usually take control like that, but oh you loved it when he did. In fact, you doubted there was anything your husband could do that you didn't love.

You felt his hands squeezing your waist and positioning your ass the way he wantedyou’re your surprise he kissed one of your cheeks and lightly patted the other. "And you wonder why I love you so much, baby... How could I not love such a sweet, perfect little thing like you?"

You moaned softly at just the words and felt the tip of his cock rubbing against your folds. Teasing you. He positioned it at your entrance and forced it slowly, but not enough to penetrate you the way you needed and you whimpered.

"Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me how much you need me."

"More than anything. I need you more than anything. That's why I was so mad, because I wanted you to pay attention to me."

He entered you with a single strong, deep thrust and he moaned loudly.

"Now I'm all your, baby. Enjoy it. I know you love my cock, take it. It's yours."

You moaned when he started thrusting hard and fast. You were definitely not used to Stephen fucking you like that, but you loved the intensity, the way his body forced itself against you, how little by little he lost himself in his own pleasure, placing more and more of the weight of his body on you. You loved being in control, but it was undeniable that being dominated by him was extremely satisfying.

He used one of his hands to hold your shoulder, putting more force into his thrusts, his moans became increasingly louder and more obscene and you loved the sound of them, you loved having Stephen like that.

"Fuck baby, tell me your close, I can't hold back much longer..."

You could feel his cock throbbing inside you and the knot deep in your belly threatening to break.

"Yes, Stephen, please. I am so close. Fuck me harder. Make me cum."

As if possible, Stephen increased the strength of his thrusts, you were both panting and it didn't take long for the two of you to reach the limit together.

Stephen tightened his grip on your shoulder and waist and forced himself against you, emptying himself. "That's it baby. That's what you wanted so much, right? Take it."

He groaned, totally lost in his own release and your legs shook with the intensity of the thrusts and your insides exploded in an orgasm so strong that your entire body began to shake.

Stephen pulled out and allowed you to turn around and flop onto the couch completely undone. He conjured a cloth and gently cleaned you in silence and then cleaned himself as best he could and disappeared with the dirty cloth and got up to put on his pants. He sat back down and you ran to snuggle into his lap. He wrapped the blanket around your naked body and then stared at the TV for a minute and let out a soft chuckle.

"The movie is over." He said "I can't say whether I liked it or not because frankly I didn't pay attention to it for a second."

You chuckled wrapping your arms around his waist and snuggling further into the warmth of his chest.

"I chose this movie on purpose." You confessed. "I thought I could make you feel like it and say no, but I'm not strong enough."

He took his hand to your hair and began to gently caress it. "I'm sorry for irritating you. I know how patient you are with my work and for you to be so angry with me I must have crossed a line."

You didn't respond, but a heavy sigh escaped your nostrils and he took it as confirmation of his words.

"We'll have some time for both of us now and I promise I'll try to slow down a little."

You lifted your head to look at him. There was a look of genuine concern on his face and you could leave him like that, but again, you weren't that strong.

"I'm not mad at you anymore, Steph."

He raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised. "No?"

"I should be because you really crossed the line today, but it's hard to stay mad at you when you're the best husband in the world."

A smile played on his lips upon hearing that. "That's always wonderful to hear, you know?"

You caressed his face lightly "It's true. I really don't think there is a better man than you in this world. Even though sometimes you make me angry."

He let out a small laugh "Good to know."

You thought for a moment before making a second confession.

"I liked the way you made love to me tonight." Your face felt completely hot as soon as the words left your mouth.

He caressed her cheeks "And how was that?"

"You know...hard."

He nodded "I always make love hard to you, baby."

"Not like that. It was harder tonight. I liked it. I like it when you take control."

He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck "I like it too. I keep it well hidden, but there is a part of me that is extremely controlling, baby."

You smirked, "It's not that hidden."

You smiled, watching him use magic to turn off the TV and standing up, keeping you in his lap. Your legs automatically wrapped around his hips. He opened a portal to your shared bedroom.

"Let's go to bed." He said placing a kiss on your forehead.

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Some sketches of my sonas (or variants?) I did in the past couple months.

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Doctor Strange and his evil variant

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multiversemusings · 1 year

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The Darkness Speaks

Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Mentions of demons and poltergeists. Mild mental manipulation. Language. Pairing: Bisexual MReader x Strange Supreme (MReader x Ancient One mentioned) Plot: You returned home from a meeting with the Avengers about the state of the barrier around the world, exhausted and something caught onto the drop in your mental barriers. Luckily, a more positive, but equally dark force senses your distress and comes to your rescue. Word Count: 2800 Song Inspiration: It's the Fear by Within Temptation

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I can no longer restrain it: I have to give in.

Something wasn't right. It started with a small tingle in the back of his spine whenever he left from seeing Tony and Rhodey at the compound and it had grown into a full-on chill by the time he got to the doors of the Sanctum. He kept resisting the urge to look over his shoulder: He knew that if he did that, he would see something there he didn't want to deal with nor did he have the strength. The loss of The Ancient One had left him weakened and teetering on the brink of losing the magic that had accumulated in his body. He didn't like to think about what may or may not have figured out that he was weakened as a sorcerer. He ran his hand down the door of the old London building and pushed one of them open, stepping inside with a sigh of relief as warmth washed over him of a familiar kind. That he was home, where he was at least safe for the most part. But as he turned to close the door, he caught sight of what he had been trying to avoid looking at ever since he had portaled back from New York. There, standing on sidewalk at the base of the stairs was a tall dark figure with little to no actual details, just a distinguishing feature of being a human. His entire body turned to ice in the instant that he saw the creature raise its head to look at him and the hollowed eyes revealed themselves to him from under the hood. He immediately took action and tried to close the door so the wards would reactivate, but he wasn't quick enough, and a blast of energy sent him flying backwards with a crash into a nearby table that had the book of the original Master's history on top of it. He landed with a loud wince and the noise alerted his partner who rushed in from the other room and hovered between him and the entity that was now inside of his Sanctum. Cloak had little to no effect on something that wasn't corporeal, but his dedication to the man that had saved his life was so strong that he was able to create a small magical barrier around him, giving his master enough time to get to his feet slowly. The poltergeist was clearly irked by this, disappearing from view and Cloak was jerked to the side, wound into a ball and thrown aside like something useless as the entity reappeared right in front of the sorcerer. The brunette tried to summon his Tao Shields, hoping to give the angered spirit something to feed off of beside himself but they fizzled out just as they ignited: He was too weak from opening the portal back to London to activate his defense.

"You are mine," the spirit growled and his whole body prickled with the darkness that dripped on the vowels of every word and the possessive nature that they held.

He didn't answer and instead threw a blast of white-hot energy at the creature to disorient it and rushed upstairs, where there was a relic of Agamotto's that could help him get the poltergeist out of the building so he could reactivate the wards. But just as he got to the doorway of the relic room, he felt himself being forced onto the ground as a heavy energy landed on his back. He let out a minor yell of pain when he hit the floor so hard that he busted his lip on his teeth. The creature was sitting on his back and growling loudly, intent as hell on taking what little energy he had left in his body to fuel its own existence so that it could continue to torment him probably. He had no idea how this bastard found him, but he needed it gone before his life force was in danger.

"Get off of me!" he finally yelled, bucking himself upwards with enough force to dislodge the creature so that he could get to his feet and back away. As he turned, the black mist now had a full form of a man with deathly white skin, wearing black robes and it was coming at him again. "Vishanti, Agamotto, anyone! Please, help me!"

The man covered his face with his arms, his knees buckled at the force of the energy rushing at him as he leaned back against the case holding the Pendulum of Agamotto. But as he prepared for the force to grab him, nothing every came. He suddenly became aware that everything around him was humming with a massive amount of energy and it was making the glass on the cases rattle as it began to vibrate. As he lowered his arms, daring to look and see what was going on, he noticed that the poltergeist was stuck in a flaming orange circle, encompassing an upwards facing triangle that had circles on the points of contact.

"Don't touch what isn't yours," a deep voice said from the air around the sorcerer.

The Sanctum's master felt his legs finally give out as the energy finally rushed past him, making him fall to the floor at the base of the case, the Pendulum now seemingly activated and trying very hard to get out of the case. The energy turned into a massive, humanoid creature that the Sanctum's master could never have even conjured up in his wildest attempts at a fantasy novel. The structure read to being human, but it was bulky like a dragon, the top half covered in fur and a thick crest of black and red feathers. The legs and tail spoke to being reptilian, a dragon or something thereof with similarly scaled hands and claw tipped fingers. Its back, rather than bearing wings, was home to six large tentacles that were spread out like a fan as if to protect him from the opposing force. The creature's horns were tri-curled and obviously read that it was something akin to a demon from Amercan literature, as well as the six eyes on either side of the head. But if this was a demon, then why exactly had it come to his aid rather than trying to help the poltergeist devour his life energy? Just as he began to question everything that he'd learned up to this point, the glass of the case above him shattered, making him yelp and cover his head so that his face wouldn't get cut any more than his teeth had already succeeded in doing to his lip. He peeked out from under his arm and watched as the Pendulum went to the creature's hand as if it had been waiting to be called to its aid. The demon unlatched the Pendulum in the center and held the two ends up in front of its chest, making a circle appear around them in Eldritch magic. The ends of the artifact began to spin, and the echoing sounds of a clock resounded off the walls as the demon merged the two pieces of the artifact and their circles into one making a clock face appear in front of it. He was stunned; he'd never seen anyone except his teacher be able to wield the Pendulum of Agamotto so effortlessly in all of the time he'd been in Kamar-Taj or master of the Sanctum. But his attention was drawn to the green light emanated from the demon's chest as the rush of magic merged with the circle around the poltergeist where it was thrashing and trying to get away from what was clearly it's end at the hands of this creature. Wave after wave of Time energy bashed at the entity until it finally disappeared completely in a roar of anger and flash of black mist, which faded into the air around the rings where it had been held. He watched and listened as everything subsided, giving him time to get back to his feet and look at the creature as it put the Pendulum back together and the green light disappeared. The artifact went back to its casing as if now a content guard dog ready to take a nap after running the mailman away from the door because it saw envelopes as a real threat. The sorcerer sensed no malicious intent from the demon and curiosity got the better of him, so he stepped forward, but it stepped away.

"Don't be scared," he told the creature as it seemed to wrap its arms and appendages around itself. "I'm not going to seal you, I promise. I just..don't understand why you saved me."

There was a pregnant pause and the Englishman worried that maybe it could speak his language but didn't understand it. At least, until it finally spoke, and the tone of remorse rang a very loud gong in the brunette's mind, "I never wanted you to see me like this…"

The man's mind immediately began to recall the face of the man he'd been seeing in his dreams over the last six months. After The Ancient One's funeral, he had fallen into the Dream Plains by accident, unable to stabilize his magic very well due to the immense grief he felt losing the mother of his unborn child to someone he had once considered a friend. He was found by Nightmare, an entity that ran the Dream Plains with an iron fist and was hellbent on making anyone's life miserable that fell into his territory. The entity - cruel by nature and hellbent on making misery for those who found his domain - had summoned a Bukavac, a nasty water demon that enjoyed devouring people or anything else that got too close to the water where it lived. It was something he had feared since he was a novice and had a run in with one as a child in Pakistan. Luckily for him, there was another entity wandering the Dream Plains that night who was strong enough to force both the demon and Nightmare to release him from the darkness. The man took him to his own plain of existence, which he told him was the remnants of Earth-199999, his Earth in a different branch of the Multiverse. The man introduced himself as Doctor Stephen Strange and said that he was lucky he happened to recognize his energy as being similar to his variant from his branch and that he owed The Ancient One a huge debt for his own actions, so he was more than happy to save him as a way of making amends with the woman's spirit. He was intrigued by this man, so he inquired as to if he was alone in his world completely, to which the man confirmed. He said it was his own fault, that he hadn't listened when he was warned not to do things a certain way, but still he had, and it was his penance. The sorcerer's heart ached for the remorse in the man, so obviously shown in his face and heard in his voice for his actions that had destroyed his entire world and left him to suffer alone in silence. He knew it was risky, but without thinking twice, the master offered to be his guiding light, to try and find a way to speak with him every night so that he wouldn't be alone any longer. For a time, they spoke frequently about trivial things most times; what their frivolous interests were, what their favorite lessons had been, or which had driven them crazy when trying to learn. But as the weeks turned to months, the conversations grew more serious and deeply intimate, with him confessing to the man he'd been in love with The Ancient One and they were supposed to have a son together, but he'd been lost during the pregnancy. She'd been killed by Kaecillius, a man he'd once considered a good friend but had turned to the darker arts to try and gain power. Stephen told him of his loss of the woman he loved, Christine Palmer, and what he'd done to try and save her. The rules he broke, the Ancient One splitting him in two, only to undo all of the fail safes she'd created to prevent him from destroying their world over the woman. That was the first time he'd ever seen the man cry, but it certainly wouldn't be the last. And that same remorse was what he'd heard when the demon spoke to him just now.

"Stephen…" the sorcerer finally whispered, remembering that his voice worked. He watched in surprise as the bulky form receded in a red light and a haze of black mist, leaving the man standing there in front of him, terrified and guilt wracked. "Is that… Are those the creatures you told me about that time when we spoke?"

"I told you I was a monster," the man replied as confirmation, his body visibly trembling as if he were scared. Of what, the London Master couldn't be sure, but he had a pretty strong feeling that it was probably rejection. "It's why I didn't understand why you wanted to keep coming back. I paid my debt; you could have just left and never been the wiser. But now you… Now you see what I am. And I don't blame you for being scared."

"Oh, my darling Doctor Strange, I'm not scared of you. Just…surprised that so many entities can live in one body and not rip the host apart," the man whispered gently. He walked over and Stephen tensed, as if struggling with himself to not move. The brunette paused just long enough to see Cloak come in with a flutter of relief and rush over to latch onto his shoulders, before going back to the issue at hand. He stopped just short of the man and reached out slowly. "Strange. … Stephen, look at me."

The man didn't at first, clearly warring with himself in his head. But after a moment, he allowed himself to turn his head and look at the other sorcerer and the London Master's breath left his lungs at the sight of the tears in the man's tired eyes. He couldn't bare the idea of the man being his upset over the idea that he would leave him just because of something he'd done out of desperation to save the one he loved. Very gently, the brunette reached up and placed his hand on the man's face, cupping his cheek gently and running his thumb over the defined cheekbone. The man was still in poor health, but he certainly was doing much better than he had when they first encountered each other, though it was clear to him that he was still touch starved by the way his eyes fluttered closed and he allowed his shoulders to relax as he leaned into the touch.

"I don't want you to hate me," the man whispered, though it came out more of a whimper.

"I could never hate someone who went the extent you have to try and save the woman you loved from death," he told him, making Stephen open his eyes to look at him with worry. "It was stupid, yes, but very few men would ever have that level of dedication and I would never be able to pass judgement on you for it. It makes most of us look like cowards. You've broken yourself down so far to try and bring her back, because Fate dealt you such a terrible hand. I won't leave you, Stephen. You're safe here, you can try again, and you have my thanks for saving my life…again."

The man bowed his head, and a sob escaped his throat as he reached up, placing one hand over the other man's as he felt his body fully relax. He moved closer and kissed the demonic male's forehead gently before pressing his own against the spot, just to the side of where the man's bangs rested against the skin. He let him cry as long as he needed to, knowing they were tears of relief and joy that finally, he had found somewhere that he could call home, where he knew he wouldn't be judged for the things that he'd done or what he had become in order to accomplish them.

"Probably…" the man tried to say, but a hiccup got in the way and the smaller male chuckled as they parted. Stephen's cheeks were a little pink in response as he wiped his face dry of the tears, giving the man a good look at the Eye of Agamotto around his neck. That explained a lot. "Probably not a good idea for me to stay here though. I can't risk destroying your world by incursion."

"Well," the smaller male said thoughtfully before looking at him from the artifact resting against his chest and gave him a warm smile. "Maybe you can stay just a little longer? I don't think the Watcher is going to get mad if I give you a bath and a warm meal. You smell like sulfur and look like you're about to pass out from the power you just used to save my ass. It's the least I can do."

Stephen laughed a little and it warmed his cold heart, making him smile which the other sorcerer returned. The London Master offered him is hand and for the first time without worry as to what the consequences may be, Stephen reached out to take it and intertwined their fingers. "I think I can live with that."

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purplefeathersandblackleather · 1 year

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The Mirror's Gonna Fog Tonight

"Squeeze hard, hold that pose, You know I like it, do it. Sweetheart, I'm the boss. And when you get close to it..." - Mirrors (Natalia Kills)

Part 2: Sketch

This piece is a monster. I was sure when I started the sketch that it wouldn't be the big of a deal. Oh my god, I could not have been more wrong. This line art alone has taken me 4 HOURS from start to finish and my wrist feels like it's made of glass. But look at these beautiful variants all together and my god, this is some of my best work to date! I am very proud of it. However, have any of you ever heard five versions of this man trying to talk to you at the same time? I have been listening to three of these variants bicker for the last week - that being 616, Midnight and 838 - while Defender just tries to keep the peace between all of them and Supreme stands in the background, sighing in wizard. Seriously, these men have been the most entertaining but distracting group of voices I have heard in quite some time and appeasing all of them to make this beautiful boy come to life was not an easy feat. The only one who was compliant and willing to talk quietly was Supreme. Defender was a doll, but he was admittedly picky about his belt and the folds in his robes in some places. The other three were just their usual obnoxious, adorable and sarcastic selves the entire time. They were all a delight to work with though.

One moment when I was working on Midnight is worth noting: 616: You're going to kill their wrist with the pattern on your vambraces. Midnight: Says the one who originally hurt their wrist with his belts. 616: At least mine was widespread and not confined like yours. 838: That doesn't make it better, that makes it worse. Defender: Could you all be quiet please? They're trying to concentrate. Supreme: *Sighs.*

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I hope to know what thats like soon. I want you to be happy one day Stephen. Even if Im not the one who can give that to you. I know Ill never live up to Christine, but know that Ill just be happy with whatever you choose us to be.

@the-eldritch-sorcerer

<This was the last thing he had expected when they had woken from their sleep. He couldn't be sure how much time had passed since the sun hardly ever showed here after the incursion. He wondered how exactly she knew of Christine, of their relationship and if that was the extent of her knowledge. Did she have a variant of him wherever she had come from? Or was this part of the difference he felt whenever he was close to her?

He contemplated her words for a time, thinking about how he did feel now that she mentioned the woman he had sought after so desperately that it destroyed his and many other worlds.>

You'll never truly be happy without her.

Tell her the truth, she can help you, Stephen.

There is a reason...this world is so broken, Erica. A reason I warned you that the most dangerous monster doesn't lurk in the shattered pieces outside. It lives in these walls, in me. If you promise you will not leave once you know the truth...I will show you.

@strangelockd

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Sinister strange was in his study flipping through the Darkhold in efforts to expand his already very powerful magic. He carefully ran a a blackened finger over the dream walking spell and began to read about it. All of the sudden the door to his sanctum opened and he went to investigate. He was shocked to find another Stephen from the multi verse that was after his dark hold. He managed to fight off his variant. Just as he was starting to get the upper hand his glass bay window shattered sending him through it. Stephen let out a yelp of pain as a searing pain rips through his abdomen as he's impaled on the fence surrounding his property. He didn't want to die, he wasn't ready to. He also certainly wasn't ready to die such a painful death. He was suffering greatly as his variant returned to his own reality.

[In his personal realm after death, he was looking over blueprints he has been working on when a familiar shout made him drop his papers and look around. That had been Stephen's voice, he was positive, and the man was in distress. Without thinking twice, knowing now that he could move freely anywhere he wished, he summoned his armor and took off out of the realm to go look for the man whose distress called to him. He found himself flying through some kind of vortex and appeared in a world that was shattered and in pieces like a jigsaw puzzle. Quickly he flew to where he sensed Stephen life energy fading and found the man impaled on the fence.]

Oh my God. Strange, hang on!

[He flew over and cut the spikes off the fence as close as he could get them to the man's stomach and tossed them aside. He lifted him off of the fence and used the nano machines produced by his suit to seal his wounds enough to stop the bleeding so he could carry him into the Sanctum. He was confused by the water but went up the stairs nonetheless and to the living room where he lay him on the couch.]

Hang in there. Don't die on me just yet, Mister Doctor. Some doctor you'd be, giving into a wound this simple.

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shima0021 · 27 days

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Its Sinister Day 2024

An celebration day specifictly for Sinister Strange

The date is every 04/02

Feel free to joining too

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calamity-death · 1 year

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Doctor Strange variant.

#doctor strange #steven strange #doctor strange variant #my art #marvel

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foxssketching · 1 year

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My Stephen....hitting Sinister with my friend's Stephen ( @shima0021 ) while MCU Stephen doesn't know what to do

And bonus

#my art #fan art #fanart #doctor strange #stephen strange #doctor strange art #doctor strange variant #dad bod stephen strange #still have to find an universe number for my variant #Earth-TRN747 #strangesona

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pomegranateplumes · 2 years

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Super recent drawing of my Strangesona, Cecil ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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#strangesona #doctor strange #doctor strange oc #doctor strange variant #digital art #csp #clip studio paint #lineart #i'm so much better at line work than coloring fffuuckk #plume archive #plumeverse #plumeverse strangesona

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fanartka · 3 months

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#doctor strange #stephen strange #doctor stephen strange #marvel #evil strange #ai #ai art #ai doctor strange #2 stranges #doctor strange variant

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geeky-politics-46 · 10 months

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Fluffy Sinister Strange Playlist

Sinister Strange x Reader

Songs that are either referenced directly in my Fluffy Sinister Strange series, or make think of our naughty & sweet spooky boy.

I wanted to give a little snippet of some of the songs I picked for this playlist. So I've included the song title, artist, & a few lines that I feel fit the story. There are more that aren't listed here. These are just my personal faves.

"Rescue Me" by: Chris Young

This one is one pretty much all of my Marvel playlists.

"Who is gonna rescue me? Cause it sure feels krytonite how you got me on one knee with my hand out begging for mercy. What's a happy ending if I can't get the girl? What's it matter if I save the world? If you don't promise me, before you take this ring & rescue me."

"I Wish I Was The Moon" by: Neko Case

This one is for Stephen before you fell into his universe.

"Last night I dreamt I had forgotten my name. Cause I had sold my soul, but I awoke just the same. I'm so lonely. I wish I was the moon tonight."

"A Thousand Years" by: Christina Perri

I can't hear this song without bursting into tears. It's like a Disney fairytale.

"I have died every day waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid. I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more."

"Feel Again" by: JLV

"Been so long that maybe I forgot how to love. I've been running. I've been running. Somehow, you reminded me with only a touch. Make me wanna feel it again."

"At Last" by: Etta James

I firmly believe this song is overused, but it still fits very well here.

"You smiled. Oh, & then the spell was cast. Here we are in heaven. For you are mine at last."

"Ablaze" by: Alanis Morrisette

This one is for little Donna from her parents.

"To my girl, all your innocence & fire. When you reach out, I am here hell or high water. This nest is never going away. My mission is to keep the light in your eyes ablaze."

"Ain't Nothing 'Bout You" by: Brooks & Dunn

"Once I thought that love was something I could never do. Never knew that I could feel this much. But this yearning in the deep part of my heart for you is more than a reaction to your touch. It's a perfect passion, & I can't get enough."

Songs directly referenced in stories & moodboards:

"In A Different Light" by: Doug Stone

"Spooky" by: Classics IV

"Can't Help Falling In Love With You" by: Elvis Presley

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