Can I get a Sherlock fluff with Sherlock is awake first, hes looking at the reader with utmost love. But he wakes up the reader with kisses and nuzzles.❤️ I adore the way you write & I cant get enough of soft Sherlock🍓✨
Thank you so much for sending this in. I finally completed the story (I apologize for taking so long) I hope you enjoy it! There is a bit of light smut at the end so 18+ only.
Light in the Darkness
Summary: Waking up in Sherlock's arms is one of the highlights of your day, and he shows you how much he adores you; how grateful he is to have you in his life.
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Sherlock groans, wiping the remaining sleepiness from his eyes. Outside, the sun barely makes itself visible, the night holding fast to London, unrelenting in its grasp over the city. Sherlock yawns, reaching out to the other side of the bed, your sleeping form breathing softly lost in the throes of sleep.
He smiles, his hand brushing softly along your side watching as you lean into his touch. Even your subconscious knows you’re at peace here with him and you snuggle further into him, allowing yourself a moment of extended comfort before reality pulls you into its clutches.
Lips travel softly along your neck, the soft brush of curls following in their wake as gentle nuzzles replace the kisses, going back and forth simultaneously. A smile tugs at the corner of your lips and your eyes flutter open, met with the face of your husband looking at you with simmering eyes, half lidded, the sleep not fully leaving him, yet.
“Good morning to you, too Sherlock.”
He melts against you, your fingers running through his curls, massaging them as he likes it, earning an appreciative groan. You continue at it, relishing in the soft noises he makes, not yet ready to let any of his cases take him from you. He looks content enough, his breathing slow and steady, much the opposite of your own when you wake up startled from nightmares.
“That feels nice,” he gazes up at you eyes shimmering in adoration, overcome with unspoken emotions he can't fathom. It’s more than nice, something you could’ve conjured in a dream.
His arm laced around your waist pulls you impossibly closer, the feeling of his bare skin against yours a reminder of the night before, allowing you to admire the marks you left behind, mingled with the scars of a time long past you knew wouldn’t disappear from his skin, a permanent reminder of those times alone. But nothing like that will happen again, not with you by his side.
You press a kiss to his cheek, pulling him from his thoughts, and what a sight you are, eyes wide looking at him with more adoration than he could possibly fathom. His hand reaches to you of its own accord, stroking your cheek softly.
You lean into his touch, his warmth kindling a spark inside you, firing into your heart, electricity rampant between you. He doesn’t want to look away, even as the sunlight barely parting through the ever-hanging fog beckons a new day, he doesn’t want it to begin.
He only wants to remain here with you for the moment, though his mind protests, his legs aching to run down the ramparts and alleyways of his beloved town. It will always be there for him.
London isn’t you.
And you are more than the city that soiled his name, his reputation, slandered him for a penny here and there to get the inside scoop.
You are his, his to cherish and damn it you are one of the only ones he truly finds some semblance of the concept of love, the feeling of you next to him makes his head spin, fathoming the possibilities of how you both ended up this way together.
It is a bond of unbreakable trust between you, beautiful and understood looming and intertwined with truth.
His forehead rests against your and you lean up into him, your arms wrapping around his neck, your hands carding through his beautiful mass of curls, twirling a rogue strand around an index finger.
“You’re wonderful, Sherlock. What would I do without you?” Or, rather, what could you do to help his racing mind. His eyes dart back and forth, deeming to bury his face in your neck inhaling your scent.
What was he supposed to tell you?
This feeling inside him blooming further over the past year makes him nervous, even trying to voice how he feels won’t do it justice for what he can’t fully express.
When his lips brush yours, his arms caging you to him, encompassing you in his safety and warmth, it’s all you can comprehend consume and breathe. It’s him all-encompassing and nothing more. Nothing feels more right than this moment.
“Sherlock,” your voice falls from his lips in a perfect incandescent harmony, one he wants to breathe, to sing to create with you and you alone.
Fiery desperation fuels the strength of his kiss drowning you further into the heat of his flames, the coolness of your water evaporating his lips in a breath of fresh air.
You don’t want it to end, despite the time, the hour, the plans for the day, all is obsolete and his hands brush under the seam of your shirt, slently asking for permission. No other words are needed, you welcome him without question, shivering as your form is revealed to him, inch by inch, each intake of breath anticipating his next move.
Lips grazing your neck, hands falling to your hips, stroking circles just so. Your hands dig into his back, clinging to him like a lifeline, not daring to let go.
His body pressing against yours, groaning at the friction makes you shiver in anticipation. The full feeling of his skin against your laid bare to him is nothing more than comforting.
It’s home, it’s where you belong.
Only he got to see you in such a manner and you for him. Such is the manner of things and how they’ll always be. You want no one else but him. His feelings are indescribable as his fingers work you slow, your mouths falling open at the sensation, digging into his back harder, begging and pleading his name.
He loves you like this, would frame it if he could. Another memory another shot of the countless images in his mind palace he keeps. Memories of you always flutter near and you’re where he belongs, his northern star the compass pointing him home.
For London may be his city, but here with you in his arms, falling apart through his love, he is home at last. A beacon of light in the darkness.
“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?
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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!
"I've seen the horror, I've seen the wonders,
Happening just in front of my eyes.
Will I ever?
Will I never free myself by making it right?
I'd give my heart, give my soul.
I'd turn it back: It's my fault.
Your destiny is forlorn,
Have to live 'til it's undone.
I'd give my heart, give my soul.
I'd turn it back and then at last I'll be on my way."
I really appreciate your support in my work. I get really self conscious about my writing being good enough. Your one of my favorite mutuals on here and Im so blessed to be supported by this fan base.
Honey, it's been my pleasure to watch your skill and confidence grow--and you get better with each thing that you write.🥰🥰 You are blooming like a rare, nocturnal rose in your passion to write Sinister! So please don't even think of stopping.💜
First off I apologize for responding so late to our story, it seems like December was a wild year for all of us.
I’m just popping on here mainly to make sure you’re doing OK and hoping that you and your partner had a great Christmas. I very much missed you on here

Hello my friend,
Terribly sorry for the late reply but I'm just now starting to unwind from the holidays and everything. I am well, despite the issues that came with the winter storm and loss of power in my area. The holidays were good to myself and my partner, who has flown out to see his mother for her birthday later this month. This house is lonely without his warmth, but I will manage.
I will be resuming posts on all stories tomorrow and browsing everyone's pages to see what I have missed in my absence. I am thankful for your patience in these times, and I hope that the holidays found you well and blessed. I look forward to resuming from where we left off on our story and developing the relationship between Sinister and Erica.
May you have many happy dreams this evening and pleasant awakenings tomorrow when you rise to face the new day, bella fiore.
Can you help me with creating a navigation link to a masterlist? I noticed yours on your page and i love it so much.
sure!!! see more below the cut:
basically i just created a new post for my navigation (label it whatever you would like!) and then copied the link for my masterlist and pasted it into that navigation post. from there, i followed the steps in this guide to add the navigation link to my bio! i hope this helps!!! let me know if you have more questions and i could show you a more step-by-step version <3
A request for Sinister caring for you when your sick?
@strangelockd
You got it <3
Stephen was frantic, pacing around the Sanctum. He heard you cough and sprinted into the bedroom.
You were sitting up on the bed, when you saw him running in you chuckled weakly, ’Stephen it’s just a cough.” You were sick for the past two days while it appeared to be a cold, Stephen couldn’t help but be nervous.
“I know you say it’s just a couch canary but...” Stephen began to say when you began sneezing. Stephen made a hand movement and a tray of hot tea and cold medicine appear. He set it down on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed. He gently took your hand in his and you moved your hand away.
“I don’t want you getting sick Stephen.” You covered your mouth when you coughed.
“Canary, it’s almost impossible for me to get sick.” Stephen leaned in to kiss your forehead. He pulled back and made a wet towel appear. “You’re running a fever, please lie back down.”
You followed his instruction and he placed the towel on your head.
He held your hand in his and sighed worriedly.
“I’ll be okay Stephen...I’ve gotten colds before.” You reassured him.
“Yes but not in a dimension where nothing else exist...I hope that’s all it is.” He kissed your hand and moved to lay next to you. “Come here, let me keep you warm.” Stephen pulled you close and stroked your hair back. He used his magic to heath his body up.
You nuzzled your head in his chest and fell fast asleep.
Stephen kissed your head gently and hoped that you would be okay soon.
Summary: While the broken dimension that Sinister and reader live in can be dangerous, there is more than just darkness that lurks beyond the world. A certain enemy of the sorcerer has made his way into their home and infected the mind of the reader. How will Sinister face off against the dreaded Nightmare?
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