3. kisses traveling from your lover's nose to their lips
Hello my dear @lady-harvey you sent this months ago but I hope you enjoy what I came up with. I don't even remember where this prompt list resides anymore haha. Anyways I hope you enjoy the soft boy and hi everyone, I live! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated.
Berry Kisses
Summary: Sherlock's kisses are one thing you cannot live without anymore. He can't resist you anymore than when he's on the trail of a killer. You live for the quiet moments where you can be at peace with each other, if even for a short while.
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You live for these moments when Sherlock allows himself to rest, a short reprieve from the demands of his day. He won’t admit it outside the doors of 221B, but when you crawl up on the bed to straddle him, he can’t look away. This is one of the best parts of his day, these quiet moments with you.
You offer a small smile in return, watching him, as his gaze meets yours his hands resting along your back, stroking and rubbing circles as you inhale deep, burying your face in his neck. It doesn’t take long before he groans while you not so subtly suck marks along his neck.
“You’re not going to get away with that so easily," he huffs, rolling on top of you, his lips a fraction from yours, teasing you so close but he feels miles away in the moment and all you want to do is run to him and drown in his kisses.
He pins you deeper into the mattress, piercing gaze roaming along your body, causing you to shiver. It always did in his presence, your body responsive in every way, each touch and caress of his awakening the sleeping siren within.
His lips still linger over yours, heat cascading along his body, setting fire to yours as if you are kindling ready to burst into flame.
“Are you going to kiss me or not?” you let out the barest whisper, tongue teasing along your lips.
“If that’s what you wish, yes”
“Really I thought it’d take more convincing than that, my love.”
“Kiss me then,” he quips, it’s almost a challenge but a deeper request, He wants more oh how he aches for more of you. You’re already driving him mad being here with him this way and he wants to devour you until dawn breaks, but he lets you take your time. How willing you are to take your time, breaking him down bit by bit, his fingers digging into your shoulders with every desperate kiss, sigh, and plea you draw from his lips.
It’s an addiction you’ll never recover from but will gladly drown in tenfold if you can see this vision each and every day, of him bathed in the light soon succumbing to the shadows.
Your arms immediately wrap around him once more, straddling his waist and peppering his face with more kisses. He savors it, letting you do as you wish despite the protests of his mind. He wants you, yearns for you terribly but he wants, oh how he wants more.
He finds himself fixated on your nose, and so he caresses your jaw, cupping his face in your hand to stop you from your conquest on his neck. He barely pecks your nose, grinning at the amused laugh that follows, but his lips remain along your body trailing from your cheek, fluttering along to the corner of your lips before finally kissing you properly. You groan at the contact, somehow pulling him impossibly closer, falling into his adoration and warmth.
“I need you,” you sigh softly, your heart aching. You’d feel so empty without him, but his lips are your salvation dragging you into the light, saving you from drowning in the depths of your mind.
He obliges, turning to press you into the mattress, pulling you under him not intent on letting go. “So good for me,” he murmurs, words muffled by the sounds falling from you, your mind comprehending nothing but him and the love he bestowed upon you.
“You taste,” he kisses your lips engulfing you before brushing against them again, “you taste like strawberries.”
“I see you’re catching on, how observant of you, my love.”
His lips press against your neck, savoring the smell of you and strawberries intermingled-, and a few moments pass, his lips find yours once more, fingers carding roughly through your hair, and you groan. You want, how you want more and you let him take as much as you give, his hands falling to your waist gripping tight, worshiping you in nothing but adoration.
You make a reality what you imagine in your dreams. You find yourself falling into him consumed by him, wanting and feeling nothing but his skin against yours, relishing the sounds falling from his lips, the weight of him on top of you filling your every need. When his hand strokes your sides a shiver follows in its wake, his hand caressing the apex of your thigh, his sapphire gaze staring into your eyes, shimmering.
“May I?” his gaze doesn’t part from yours not when you whisper a yes against his lips, a long, elegant finger stroking you and the fire consuming you from the inside out. It’s wonderful and all-consuming like him and when he adds another, working you slow, always eager and desperate to memorize this, memorize you for he knows your body, some of the darkest parts of your souls as well and you gladly fall bringing your lips to his in a searing kiss the feeling of him and his adoration pulling the last bits of pleasure from you. There you remain, basking in the bliss, his chest rising and falling curls brushing along his brow encompassed by you in your own universe.
Honey, it must be true because someone else said the same!
UwU - fluff ☑️ tender stuff that's my wheelhouse! that and 'tender smut' (somebody called it 'worshipful smut' recently, and it didn't actually feel like a compliment & has since made me question if any of it is truly good/readable, and also theorize that's why I have so few readers😔- so thank you for reading my stuff! ) believes in true love I so, sooooo do. and I have to indulge in it in my fics, because the Man who was my own true love, well...let's just say our timing was incredibly off 🥺, and now I can only hope we find each other in the next incarnation.
help me - bad self esteem ☑️☑️ writes really good but doesn't believe it wellllll, until just recently I thought I was pretty damn good, and it was only lack of readership that made me feel otherwise. but now? well the comment I mentioned above has me shaken and doubting everything I had once believed. o gods we gotta get you a therapist o gods, PLEASE DO!
7. Fixing each other's clothes (+ if they say "you look good") with 616!pre-Stephen Strange.
Stephen invited the reader (instead of Christine) to go to the Gala with him. When Stephen is waiting for reader at the entrance (like that one scene in What If!) he was amazed by her beauty. They started to compliment each other while they gently fixing each others clothes as an excuse to just touch each other 🤭❤️
UwU <3
Stephen stood by his car with his jaw dropped. There you were walking outside of the apartment complex entrance with the most gorgeous dress on. You wore a blue off shoulder dress with a silver necklace that Stephen had gifted you, matching heels, and your hair down in a braided bun. You smiled bashfully at his reaction and walked up to him. “I was here to pick up my girlfriend but it seems like I’ve encountered an angel.” Stephen smiled softly at you.
“Funny I was going to say I’ve encountered Adonis.” You retorted.
Stephen gently pulled you by the waist to him and brushed a few loose strands of your hair back. You fixed his tie and rested your hands on his shoulders. “I know we have the Gala to go to but...What’s say we skip it and go back to my place?” Stephen let out a purr.
“Now Stephen, that’s not very professional of you.” You leaned up and kissed his lips slowly.
He kissed you back and smiled, “Then maybe we can find a nice quiet place at the Gala so that I can worship my angel?”
You shivered in delight and grinned at him, “That sounds like a good idea.”
“Living well is the best revenge” - Dita Von Tesse
Pairing: Stephen Strange X Female!Reader
Genre: Romance, Angst, Comfort
Requested By: @bobateadaydreams
Summary: Fate was cruel wasn’t it? Here the universe brought two souls together one that poured all their love and adoration and the other stuck in the past and in love with another. You had fallen head over heels with Doctor Stephen Strange. Only for him to break your heart into pieces. Your friend came in the nick of time to offer you an opportunity that you can’t refuse any longer. A fresh start. What happens after a few years and hard lessons learned when Stephen sees you again? Will he make it up to you and try to win you back? Or does he hope you have moved on?
Summary | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
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It had been three years since your breakup and so much had happened. You were now the most successful administrator in the hospital chain. You won awards and accolades for your dedication to your patients. One of the best doctors they’ve ever had was something you heard often about you. You made sure to never let it get to your head though, you were reminded of what that can do to someone. You had seen the news quite a bit regarding Stephen now Doctor Strange, the sorcerer not the surgeon he once was. Good for him. You simply thought and continued on with your life.
When the ‘blip’ happened, you were one of the many souls who were dusted away. When you were brought back, the hospital was a complete mess. You had spent months getting things back in order. Many sleepless nights of you and your friend treating patients and helping the nurses. Finally...Finally, things were back in order.
"So why are we in California?” Stephen asked stepping through the portal with Wong. The two sorcerers ended up on the boardwalk by the beach.
“Because one of the masters is here and has information regarding the Wand of Watoomb whereabouts.” Wong said firmly.
“I still don’t know how the Sorcerer Supreme lost a precious relic like that.” Stephen smirked.
“Well, maybe if somebody hadn’t cast the memory spell because of the Full Moon Party, I would’ve remembered.” Wong glared.
“Trust me I think not remembering what you did at the party is a fair trade.” Stephen chuckled.
“...What did I do at the party?”
“I don’t remember! The spell affected me too.” Stephen lied, he had photos but he wouldn’t dare let Wong see them, “So who is this master and how do we find him?”
“To call him a master is...An overstatement, he was a pupil that declared himself to be the master then left Kamar-Tajj because he got bored.”
“Is he a threat?”
Wong began to laugh uncontrollably at the question.
“So that’s a no.” Stephen rolled his eyes.
Wong settled down and nodded. “A hell no. But his stupidity could cause harm.” Wong began to cast a tracking spell to find the ‘master’.
“Wait, we’re a little too obvious.” Stephen stopped Wong and cast a spell for the two to wear casual clothes.
Wong changed his clothes back to his robes. “You are too obvious Mr. Show-Off, they will not suspect me.” Wong began to walk forward toward the path.
Stephen sighed and followed along.
After a few hours of tracking, they ended up at an event venue with an outside patio along the beach and cottages on the cliffs. “Well, we can’t just walk in there.” Wong furrowed his brows.
“No, you can’t.” Stephen smirked and snapped his fingers and his Armani suit was now on.
Wong rolled his eyes, “Don’t take too long.”
Stephen walked up the stairs and into the indoor building. He saw so many people in formal attire and a bar up ahead. What better place to people watch? He strolled over there and ordered a drink.
The bartender was a young man with blonde hair in uniform. He recognized Stephen immediately and began making his drink. “Yoooo, you’re Doctor Strange, right? I recognize the greys in your hair.” He whispered and poured his drink.
“Excuse me?”
“Nah, I’m just playin’ I sensed you from a mile away. Name’s Caleb, what can I do for ya?” Caleb was almost in awe seeing the sorcerer.
“I believe you have something that belongs to Kamar-Tajj.” Stephen took a sip of his drink and stared the man down.
“Whoa, easy man! The wand, right? I have it hidden when I found it. I was gonna mess around with it to get some chicks but uh...I forgot how to use it.” Caleb said embarrassed.
“What exactly were you going to do?”
“Oh dude, I was gonna -” Caleb was interrupted by someone walking to the bar. He quieted down, “Hold on.” He turned to the patron.
“Another margarita please.” A woman said.
Caleb grinned at the woman, “Coming right up, my fair lady!”
“If you don’t mind can you make it a little stronger, I need something to tolerate Jonathan’s insufferable voice.”
Caleb chuckled, “One ‘I’m ignoring you’ coming right up!”
Stephen was frozen this whole time, face looking away from the woman.
It couldn’t be...Could it?
He recognized that voice still to this day.
“Are you bored as well?” The woman asked him.
Stephen took a deep breath and finally turned to look at her. His eyes grew wide and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. It was you...In the flesh. And you looked even more radiant than ever. You had a gorgeous dress on and your hair was done in a vintage wavy hairstyle. ”H-Hello...” His cheeks turned pink.
“Stephen??” Your eyes grew wide at the realization.
Caleb set your drink on the counter by you. He went back to serving drinks since you two would be occupied for a bit.
“You...You...You look...Amazing.” Stephen said breathlessly.
You chuckled softly and took your drink. “So do you, Armani, right? You always had a taste of the finer things in life.” You took a sip.
Stephen felt like a teenager dumbstruck by the beautiful creature before him.
“You alright, Stephen?” You grinned.
“I-It’s just...It’s so good to see you.” Stephen’s gaze softened. Oh, how he wanted to kiss you, to hold you, to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness! He missed you so much and now that you’re right here in front of him, all of those feelings came back.
“I have to go, dear, looks like they need me. Good to see you! You look healthier.” You patted his arm and walked off to the presenter’s table.
Stephen felt his heartache and sat down on the bar stool.
“Ex?” He heard Caleb say.
“Yes.”
“Oooo, you lost that, man...Maybe I can help you out if you can help me.” The young sorcerer said.
“I don’t need help from a thief.” Stephen scowled.
“First of all, the wand came here from those weird zealot guys. I found it on the beach before anyone could get hurt, you're welcome. Second, you look like you need it, dude. You haven’t stopped blushing since you saw her.” Caleb nudged Stephen’s arm.
“No thank you.”
“Suit yourself, after the party I’ll meet you and Wongers outside and take you to where I hid the wand.” Caleb poured a glass for himself.
“Wongers?” Stephen furrowed his brows.
“Yeah, a hot girl I know used to tell me about Wongers, took me a minute to realize she was talking about Wong.” Caleb chuckled and then walked off to go on his break.
Stephen didn’t move, his blue eyes trained on you. There was something different about you. You were confident, you were stronger. Stephen was happy that you were this way but felt guilty for what he put you through.
“The recipient of The Lasker Award goes to our amazing doctor and administrator who has dedicated the past three years to the public. When the people started coming back from the ‘blip’, as the media calls, this doctor here made sure to help her patients and the people the impacted.” The announcer said and walked over to you with the plaque.
You gasped in surprise and held it tightly. You embraced your fellow board members and doctors. You gave your speech shortly after with tears of joy falling down your cheeks.
After the event, Caleb was outside with Wong waiting for Stephen. Stephen walked out of the venue and then stopped when he saw you. “Give me a minute.” He said to the two men.
“Told ya.” Caleb smirked.
Wong opened the portal and yanked Caleb’s ear as they stepped through. “You are a disappointment to sorcerers everywhere.”
“Ow, well I take that as a compliment!” Caleb winced.
Stephen turned around to find that you were standing there.
“So what magic tricks are you gonna show me?” You giggled.
Stephen chuckled softly and smiled, “Maybe...This one?” He snapped his fingers and a rose appeared in your hand.
“That’s amazing!” You gasped.
Stephen looked at you lovingly, his heart beating faster and he took a step toward you. “Congratulations...You deserve it. You deserve every bit of happiness in your life.” Stephen gave you a sad smile.
You looked up at him and moved your hand to rest on his shoulder. “Thank you, Stephen...How have you been? Are you eating better?” You asked.
Stephen smiled softly, here he was, the man that ruined your life and you were asking if he was okay. “I was going to ask you the same...” Stephen gently said.
“Walk with me on the beach?” You asked and he offered his arm. You smiled and placed your hand on his arm. You insisted on hearing about him first and so he told you. Every single detail including the ‘blip’. He was happy that you were okay after disappearing for five years. You then began to tell him about yourself, your successes, and your travels.
Eventually, you two sat down on a bench and watched the waves. It was silent at this point.
Stephen turned to look at you and gently took the rose. He placed it in your hair and smiled. “I just...I want to say that I’m so sorry. I was so awful to you...All you ever did was love me.” Stephen said holding your hands in his.
You moved your hands away and placed them on his cheeks. “You were terrible to me.” You corrected him and he nodded sadly. You leaned up to press your lips against his head. He looked up immediately, taken aback by your gesture.
“What you did was wrong. But...I can see a change in you.” You said looking into his eyes.
Tears formed in his eyes and they trickled down his cheeks onto your hands.
“None of that, Stephen.” You leaned up to kiss his cheekbones and he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close. He buried his head on your shoulder. You rubbed his back and soothed it.
“How...How can you be so...Forgiving? So kind to me? Like I didn’t just make your life a living hell?” Stephen pulled back his eyes red from crying.
“Now Stephen, what did I just say? No crying. And yes you did make my life a living hell. But...I realized you were so lost and so filled with anger. You placed that on me, on the fact that you couldn’t have Christine.” You began to say when Stephen pressed his forehead against yours.
“Stop. Stop...I only want you now. I was such an idiot. You were an angel to me. A-And I’m so happy to see you...Happy. I hope that...I can be part of that. If I can I swear to you I will treat you like the goddess you are...Please...” Stephen gazed into your eyes.
You sighed softly, “Stephen...You better mean it. I rarely give second chances.”
“I mean it, on the Eye of Agamotto, on the temple of Kamar-Tajj, and as Vishanti as my witness.” Stephen said softly.
You blinked a few times at him, “Uh...I don’t know what any of that is but okay.”
Stephen gently cupped your chin and gingerly leaned closer to you for a kiss.
You pressed your lips against his and ran your fingers through his hair. He let out a purr at your heavenly touch.
He pulled back, blushing, “Sorry...I really missed you.”
You laughed softly and pecked his cheek. “I always said you were a cat.” You brushed his hair back.
Stephen leaned in for another kiss, this time more passionate than careful.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back.
When you two broke the kiss, you heard someone clearing their throat. You turned to see your friend whose arms were crossed over her chest.
“Stephen.” She growled.
“Hello.” He waved a little.
She looked to you now, “You sure?” You nodded. “Fine...Stephen if you hurt her again I will find you.” Your friend threatened and Stephen smiled at her.
“I swear on my life it will never happen.” He nodded.
Your friend rolled her eyes and walked off.
“She’s not as forgiving as me.” You chuckled.
“I don’t blame her.” Stephen brushed your hair back.
You kissed him hard, running your hands over his back. Stephen moaned against you and he wrapped your legs around his waist. He lifted your up from the bench and pressed your hips flush against his. You bit your lip and nipped his lower lip.
“Your place or mine?” Stephen panted needing you so badly.
“Mine is closer.” You whispered against him and he made a portal to your bedroom appear. He stepped through carrying you with him and laying you down on the bed. “Let me worship you...” Stephen whispered against your lips.
His words weren't just words, they were a promise. A promise for a new start, a promise to show you the new him. The one that will spoil you in love as you once did to him.
Author’s Note: I wanted to use this particular gif because I LOVE Dita Von Tesse, she exudes confidence and sexiness, which is what I want you readers to feel about yourselves <3 @bobateadaydreams I hope you like it!
No. 179 - Defender Strange (cuz i love this man🤭💜)
I love him too bestie, I can't even with that man
179: “ First one to make a noise loses.”
MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY SMUT BELOW
"It's simple, my love. The first one to make a noise loses." Stephen smirked as he twirled a few strands of your hair.
"And what does the winner get?" You ask moving your hands over his chest.
"Total control." Stephen pinned you down on the bed. You bit your lip and nodded.
"Deal."
"Excellent..." Stephen let out a growl and kissed you roughly. He gripped your thighs and wrapped them around his waist. He waved his hands and suddenly the two of you were naked. He began his kisses from your neck down to your waist.
You stifled your moans and closed your eyes.
Stephen chuckled and licked your clit slowly. "Give in, my angel. The sooner you give in the sooner I can have my way with you." He kissed your clit and watched you.
"Stephen, you're not playing fair..." You frowned and Stephen sat down and pulled you onto his lap.
"You're right, kitten. How about this?" He looked at you and ran his hands over your hips.
You nodded, "Better." You gripped his ponytail and began to nip his neck hard.
Stephen stopped his gasp mid-way and pressed his lips together tightly.
You smirked, you were going to win much faster than you thought. You pushed him down and straddled his hips. You began to stroke his hard cock slowly and he gritted his teeth, trying not to moan. You lifted your hips and sunk down on his cock. You threw your head back in lust but bit your lip so as to not make a sound.
Whereas Stephen just gave up, he let out the loudest moan ever. You smirk and look down at him.
"I win." You smirk and Stephen gripped your hips and thrust up into you.
"You win, darling, please fuck me..." Stephen begged.
616! Stephen: "Watch me!" *stumbles and falls on the ground*
Reader: 🤦🏻♀️
@lady-harvey
"Don't even try to get up" You shouted and ran into the bedroom.
"Watch me!" Stephen shouted back and got up from the bed. Only to stumble and fall to the ground a few seconds later.
"Oh, Stephen..." You sighed and helped him back onto the bed. You pushed him down so he was laying down. "Cloak, help me!" You shouted and the red cloak zoomed into the room and pinned Stephen down on the bed.
"This is unnecessary!" Stephen shouted.
"It's completely necessary!" You snapped back. Stephen struggled and finally gave in once he realized he wasn't going to go anywhere. "I'll be right here the whole time." You smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. You stroked his hair back and he let out a soft moan at your touch.
He closed his eyes and nuzzled against your touch. "I guess this is fine..." Stephen mumbled sleepily.
You leaned down to kiss his head and lay beside him, the cloak covering you as well. "I love you." You smiled.
"I love you too darling." Stephen leaned over to kiss your head.
