#sinister strange smut

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Show Me/Her Prize

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: You discover Stephen's little panty stealing habit and request a demonstration of what he does with them.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - mutual masturbation, dirty talk, panty stealing, slight dom/sub, sub Sinister, slight degradation, fingering, reference to oral sex, reference to vaginal sex, pet names, language

This is a follow-up to my story "His Prize". The idea was first posited in a comment from @ppatricia34me & the mutual masturbation theme requested by @ironstrange1991. Thank you for the ideas, as I'm quite proud of this one!

"Stephen, did I drop some laundry in the hallway? This can't be all of it." 

Your voice echoed through the Sanctum and quickly found your lover's ear. From his spot in the living room, where he had been perched with some ancient tome he was rereading, Stephen stood up and started to scan the hall you had just come from for anything you may have dropped. 

He carefully placed the book down and continued looking around the floor to no avail. There didn't appear to be anything you had dropped and left behind. He even retraced your steps, ending in the doorway of the master bedroom. Where he found you sitting on your shared bed sorting through a large load of freshly dried laundry.

"I didn't see anything in the hall, my love. Why? What's wrong?" 

By now, you had started separating the clothes into distinct piles. One for his robes, one for his casual wear and boxers, one for your daily clothes, one for your pajamas, and lastly, one for your bras and panties. The last pile was definitely the smallest and seemed to be the source of your conundrum. Without looking up from the pile, you answered. 

"It's just weird, I can only find one pair of my underwear, and there should definitely be more than that." 

Oh shit. 

He tried to keep his expression neutral as you rooted through the piles of clothes again. Checking to make sure they weren't stuck inside sleeves or pant legs. Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion and slight frustration. 

He knew you weren't going to find them because he knew where they all really were. Sitting in the bottom right-hand drawer of his desk in his study. All stained with his cum. Having taken them to enjoy on his own. He didn't realize he must have pilfered quite so many. He certainly didn't intend for you to notice.

Or maybe he secretly did. Why else would he have kept doing it? Why else would he let himself take another pair without returning the last pair? It had all started with that purple lace pair he loved so much. Now, his drawer held a veritable rainbow of colors and fabrics. 

Really, it was all your fault. He had never been this way before you. Never stolen another girlfriend's panties before. Never been this insatiable before. It was just something about you that had him so obsessed and needy. He practically felt drunk every time you touched him. You just had this power over him. How could he resist taking your panties? 

He could fix this though. All he had to do was make it look like you had just missed a pile of laundry in the dryer. He would just go get your underwear out of his drawer, except maybe that favorite purple pair, use his magic to clean them and then bring them back, saying they were still in the dryer.

Yeah, that was it. That was what he would do. In the future, he would just be more careful about keeping his little collection under control because he definitely didn't intend to stop. He just had to go get them before you finished what you were doing and went to go check the dryer yourself.

"Tell you what, my love, why don't I go check to make sure you didn't miss some clothes in the dryer or drop them in the basement. You know how dark it can get down there. Don't you move a muscle." 

With that, he turned on a heel and walked out of the room in large strides that were just a bit too quick to appear innocent. You waited just a moment to follow him. Assuming that if he was up to something, you wanted to catch him red-handed. 

As soon as he was out of your view, he nearly ran to his office. Quickly unlocking the drawer with his magic and pulling all of your panties up onto his desk. Noticing just how out of control his habit had gotten, but still not wanting to give back any of them. Not when he now had such fond memories of each and every pair.

He quickly started sorting through them, trying to find the purple pair he refused to surrender, and maybe one or two others he just couldn't bear to part with. Did he want to keep the comfy cotton ones that weren't super sexy but held your scent the best? Or did he want to keep the tiny little black lace ones that hardly qualified as panties but looked so good both on you and wrapped around his cock? 

That was how you found him. Standing behind his desk with a mountain of your panties in front of him. Black lace pair in one hand and the cotton pair in the other. Eyes darting back and forth like he was dealing with a filthy Sophie's choice.

Once he realized you were standing in the doorway, he could have quite literally died of embarrassment. He wanted to crawl under the desk and pretend this was all some hormone driven nightmare. His cheeks immediately flushed bright red. Actually, they matched the really soft crimson red pair of your panties that had little penguins on them that also happened to be sitting right in front of him on his desk.

"Uhhh… don't freak out okay. This isn't what it looks like." 

That was the best response to your questioning face that he could come up with. He knew it wasn't a good response. Is it ever good when you have to use the phrases 'don't freak out' or 'this isn't what it looks like'? 

What made it even worse was that he couldn't seem to pry his fingers loose from your panties. So, instead of dropping the two the pairs he had been holding, he reflexively hid them behind his back. 

You tried as best as you could to not give away how close to falling apart with laughter you were. Of all the things you thought you might find, this was definitely not what you would have guessed. Stephen's flustered 'teenage boy caught with a Playboy' appearance made him look even more adorable and 100% guilty. 

You have never felt more confident in your entire life. The big scary sorcerer who was ready to threaten you with death when you fell into his world had not only fallen for you but also apparently had a naughty little habit of stealing your panties. By the looks of the white-ish stains streaked across each and every pair, it also appeared he quite enjoyed himself with them too.

"Well, I guess this answers my question about where all my panties have gone. Doesn't it Stephen?" 

You slowly started walking towards him with an extra sway in your hips. Your steps were slow and deliberate. Letting your fingers drag against the knick knacks around the room as you passed by them. Your body practically thrummed with energy. You felt so powerful seeing how your lover was so utterly entranced by you.

"Are you really that much of a needy boy that you resorted to stealing all my panties to jack off with? Only leaving me a single pair to wear. I guess you are a greedy boy, too. My greedy little panty thief. I can just imagine all three fun you've had with these. I can see it too."

You could see the effect your words were having on him. Somewhere between shame and arousal pooling in his eyes as he softly nodded. Adam's apple bobbing when he swallowed hard. His hands came back around to the desk. His fingers flexing and then grabbing at the pile of your soiled panties. Like a cat pawing at a scratching post. 

"My naughty boy. Tell me baby, do you like them better fresh off my pussy or after you've made them all messy by covering them with cum?"

A groan pulled from deep in his throat at both. Fuck, he didn't want to chose. He loved both. Your essence and smell was obviously why he stole them in the first place, but he kept them afterward because he loved seeing them marked with his cum. It was the same appeal of seeing you covered in his cum.

"I know you aren't shy Stephen, with all the filth you normally say when we fuck. Cat got your tongue honey? Don't worry, I'm not mad at you naughty boy. In fact, the thought of you being so needy and horny that you steal my panties is really hot. It makes me feel like the powerful one." 

By now, you had made your way over to stand next to him behind the desk. His eyes followed you the entire way even though his hands still hadn't let go of your panties. You reached up to brush a tendril of dark hair back from his face. Gently letting the back of your fingers caress his cheekbone on the way back down.

"You're so pretty, Stephen. Do you know that? I don't think I tell you that enough." 

You felt your cunt flutter at the way he keened at your praise. He was still so unused to being complimented, especially by you. He had spent years tearing himself down and you were quite enjoying building him back up. Slowly watching him become more confident in your presence and in your affections.

Reaching down, you carefully untangled his hands from the pile of your panties on his desk. Taking his hands in yours before leading him to sit down in the large armchair behind his desk. Letting your hands come to rest on his broad shoulders after leading his hands to sit on your hips. 

You were very thankful that you had neglected getting dressed that day. Still wearing the oversized t-shirt you had slept in the night before. It made the next part of your plan so easy to execute. 

"Show me, Stephen. I wanna see."

He was sure his brain had completely melted into a puddle at that point. There was no way you were actually asking what he thought you were.

"I said show me, Stephen. Show me what you do with my panties. I want to see how you play with your cock when you are in here alone. Just you and my panties that you have such a bad habit of stealing."

Without looking away from you, he started to reach back over to the desk to grab a pair of the panties that he had squirreled away. Only to stop suddenly when you tutted and shook your head no at him. Making his brow furrow in slight confusion. 

"I don't want you to use any of those panties, Stephen. I want you to use the ones I'm wearing right now. Go ahead. Take them off of me." 

He nodded gently while biting on his lower lip. Clearly fighting the urge to start disobeying your orders and throw you on the desk. He did find this dominant side of you ever so enticing though. He rarely let his more submissive side show, but this he could get used to. 

He placed his hands back on your body, this time letting them graze teasingly up the sides of your thighs. Coming to rest so his thumbs could slide under the waistband of your panties. Glancing up briefly to make sure he was doing what you wanted, the mischievous smirk on your face answering his question. A single nod falling before he started moving again.

Using the gentlest motions he could, he carefully slid your panties down your legs. Letting them pool at your feet and holding out his hand to you so you could steady yourself as you stepped out of them. 

Once you had finished, you moved to sit yourself up on the edge of Stephen's desk. Ready to enjoy the show he was about to put on for you. You signaled for him to continue.

"Go on, baby. Pick them up." 

Without taking his eyes off of you, he leaned down and delicately picked up your panties like they were a precious treasure. His long, beautiful fingers barely gripping the fabric with one hand. His other hand moved to start undoing the belts of his robes before moving to unfasten his pants. His bulge was now quite pronounced. 

You were getting more aroused by the second. You wanted to indulge your own need and slide your fingers between your legs, but you had a plan. That plan was to make him beg to touch you. You wanted to wait to touch yourself until he was on the verge of crumbling.

Even now, he looked a mess. Hair disheveled, breathing heavy. His cock already so hard and flushed. His tip was weeping precum already. His hand gripping his shaft lightly and making long languid strokes. He was clearly being very careful not to make himself cum quickly.

"You have such a pretty cock Stephen. So big and hard. Does it hurt, baby? Bet I know what would make it feel better. Why don't you go ahead and wrap my panties around that pretty cock." 

A wicked smile on your face as he did exactly as you told him. Who knew he could like being told what to do so much? Who knew your panties would look so good wrapped around his shaft? 

You watched for a moment as he stroked himself with your panties. Occasionally moving to adjust the soft fabric so he could caress his balls with it or slide it up and over his dripping slit. Creating little wet stains from his precum before sliding it back up and down his veined velvety length.

"Tell me why you like stealing my panties so much, Stephen? I think I'm starting to like it myself. It's like you're marking your cock as mine." 

He groaned at your statement and bucked his hips up. The urge to fuck his fist faster threatening to overtake him, but he was still holding out hope that he would get the chance to bury himself in your cunt before this was over. So he answered you, in as much detail as his brain would allow at the moment. All while continuing to stroke himself for your enjoyment. 

"I like it because I'm fucking addicted to you. I want to fuck you every minute of the day. This way I get the smell and feel of you without having to bother you. The best is when they are still a little wet when I get a hold of them. Like I got you riled up and wet earlier in the day, or maybe we already fucked and you were leaking a bit of my cum. Have to fight the urge to lick them clean while jerking off." 

You bit your bottom lip and moaned at his answer. It was one of the sexiest things you had ever heard him say. Any self-control you had left was quickly crumbling. Falling apart completely when he added one more sentence.

"... and this is your cock, darling. All of me belongs to you. Always will." 

Your legs started to spread on their own when he told you he belonged to you. You both knew just as well that you belonged to him just the same. Deciding to reward him, you slowly spread your legs before bringing one foot up to rest on his desk. Spreading yourself wide so you were fully exposed to him. 

"Well, this is all yours, Stephen, and I'm sure you can tell how turned on watching you has gotten me. See how wet I am just from watching you stroke your cock for me?" 

A wicked grin on your face as you brought one hand to your cunt and pulled your pussy lips open. Making sure he could see your innermost petals glistening for him. He reflexively licked his lips when he saw your slick practically dripping from your hole onto his desk. His hips now thrusting up into his hand and your panties uncontrollably.

You knew there was no way that he could hold himself back long enough to give you time to make yourself cum with him. You could still enjoy yourself and get him to finish the job after you enjoyed your show. Knowing that watching you play with yourself would help push him over the edge quicker.

So you let your fingers start rubbing at your cunt. Working to spread your wetness over your folds. Sighing at the feeling of finally getting some direct stimulation. You pulled your hand away and slapped your pussy a couple times. Groaning at the tingle it sent through you. Letting your fingers trail back up to circle your clit as you leaned on your other arm for support.

Your bottom lip had made its way between your teeth. Your eyes were hooded and just as hazed with lust as Stephen's. Both of you were completely lost in each other without even touching each other. 

You lowered your hand to slide two fingers in and out of your cunt. Knowing how much Stephen loved it when he could hear how wet you were for him. Your body did not disappoint as you started to thrust your middle and index fingers in and out of yourself. Somewhat frustrated that your fingers weren't as long and thick as Stephen's and that you couldn't quite reach your g-spot the way he could.

It still felt incredible though. Making sure to keep your palm grinding over your clit as you finger fucked yourself. A high pitched moan when you hit the perfect rhythm making Stephen start to lose his own pacing. Knowing he was about to hit his point of no return he couldn't hold back his whimpers any longer and he did something he never thought he would do. He begged.

"Oh fuck baby. I'm gonna cum so fucking hard for you. Can I cum? Please let me cum." 

Groaning at his unprompted begging, you vigorously shook your head, yes. Summoning your sweetest voice, you answered him and granted his request. 

"Cum for me Stephen. Show me how you cum all over my panties. Fill them up like a good boy."

He made sure to hold your panties so that they caught every thick warm spurt of his cum. Making sure to spread it around on the fabric, specifically aiming for the crotch of your panties. He had become well practiced at it. In a way he felt like it turned your panties into artwork. Pieces dedicated to how much he loved you. His orgasm was prolonged by having you there watching and touching yourself. Leaving the fabric somewhat soaked as he kept a hold of them. Once again, he wanted to keep them for himself. Just like all the others.

Once he had started to catch his breath and opened his eyes you pulled your fingers out of your pussy and brought your soaked fingers to his lips. Smiling when he greedily took them into his mouth and began sucking your nectar from them. Letting him enjoy a little treat before offering him a compromise to his panty stealing problem. 

"Tell you what, Stephen, I'll make you a deal. You can keep one pair of my panties for every orgasm you give me tonight. Sound like a plan?" 

You had barely finished your proposition before Stephen was shoving your hand away and pushing you to lay flat on his desk. Moving to loop his arms around your legs. Diving face first into your cunt and starting to devour you like a man starved. 

He didn't even bother tucking his cock back into his pants. He knew he would be hard again before long, and he intended to make you cum enough times he could keep his entire collection.

You might not have any panties left by the time he was done with you, but you would have a hell of a consolation prize.

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Once Upon A Dream | Sinister Strange

Synopsis: You’re from a world where Strange sacrificed himself. He’s in a world where you were sacrificed instead. A dream brings you together, but his obsession traps you there unknowingly. To you, everything was a dream, but in reality, it’s more real than you realize.

Word count: 3.1K

Warnings: contains DUB-CON elements!!  Deception, angst, unrequited love, possessive and obsessive behavior, abduction, unprotected p in v sex, creampied. Proceed at your own risk! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !! 18+ ONLY

 A/N: Heard y’all want Sinister Strange, so here it is. No beta, so if I missed anything, I apologized. If you do like my works, please comment and reblog! It means a lot and I love your feedback! Please follow @wint3r-library​ for updates! 

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Part 2

The world tore asunder. Reality splintered and cracked, threatened to disintegrate at any given  moment just like his sanity. His perennial grief turned into an obsession. 

Just like a phantom, he walked between worlds in the hope of tethering you to this monochromatic wasteland, where he and you could be together till the world turned to cinder.

His lips pulled back into a rare smile as he watched you from the stain-glass windows, pondering if this was simply a trick from his fractured mind. Did the spell really work or was this just another nightmare he had to endure? Long, slender fingers curled into a fist, digging into his own flesh till it drew blood. Strange smirked at the realization.

Oh, how he longed for your voice and touch. This reunion shall be sweet.

One moment you were in bed and the next you were here, waking up to the familiar landscape unfolding before you. Coldness seeped into your bones as you fought through the haze of debris as you tried to reach the one place you’ve known so well. 

A dream, you thought as your feet took you from pure muscle memory. The first time you were here, you found him, wandering in this desolate wasteland, alone and cold. The first time he saw you, you could remember his tears brimming eyes watching you as if he was looking at the sun for the first time. There were a few occasions when your dream ended abruptly, leaving you aching in your waking hours. Some days were worse than the other when you yearn for his touch–some days you found yourself crying and sobbing at the realization that he could never be real.

You always felt as if those dreams stemmed from the fact that you’ve never gotten to tell Strange how you feel before his sacrifice. The words that were left unsaid eroded into nothing more than regrets, which in turn haunted you to these days.

You exhaled sharply through your nose as you stood before the Sanctum Sanctorum, broken and slowly disintegrated—fractured just like the rest of this world. Your hand reached out to grasp the worn-out brass knob, only for the heavy wooden door to groan and moan as it slowly opened, revealing the long staircase that seemed to lead up to nowhere. If this was real, you would have run, but you know this was just a dream and nothing can harm you here.

Your eye scanned the surroundings, hoping to find the familiar face. You took a few steps forward, feeling the dust and rubbles crunched beneath your feet. Once you reached the top floor, you were greeted with a dark cloud, swirling in an endless loop waiting for this decaying world to collapse upon itself.

Your name fell from his lips as he stepped out of the shadow. You gasped as you turned, realizing that you’d been holding your breath all these times. He was so quiet that he almost resembled a statue. Skin ashen and pale, almost translucent, stretched tight over his distinct high cheekbones. Dark circles marred his handsome visage. Those once bright cerulean eyes looked almost dark. A sad smile etched on his features, watching you with adoration. He wasn’t the Stephen you’ve known, but there was a familiarity to him that you couldn’t pinpoint. The air seemed thicker as he took a few steps forward.

“Stephen…”

He closed his eyes, inhaling the way your voice uttered his name out loud. How long has he yearned to hear it from you? He had endured years of penance after losing you, walking in between dreams, trying to find a version of you that was alive and whole. Perhaps he took a step too far by punishing his other variants for being able to live happily with you by killing them out of pure jealousy and selfishness. If he wasn’t able to have you, why should they?

He had no regrets of course. He was more than willing to burn the world down if it meant he got to have you again, and he did do just that. 

One world at a time.

“Darling,” he said. His voice was deep and low, and rumbling like a gentle earthquake. How you ached for him that your eyes began to brim with tears. You believed that this wasn’t the Stephen Strange you loved, but your projection of him, the image your brain created to soothe the ache in your heart.

“I’ve missed you,” you said innocently, unaware of the truth–the harsh reality that you were in fact his prisoner now.  His hand reached out to cup your face, and you leaned into his touch willingly that he almost wept. His eyes gleamed beneath the dim light of the crumbling world. 

“And I miss you too,” he said as leaned in till the tip of his nose brushed yours. His voice was no more than a breathless whisper.  His heart was elated that it was beating frantically. Every part of him hummed and buzzed. He shuddered at the warmth of your skin. Oh, how he missed the way that you feel.

His lips brushed yours with the gentlest of touch. You could feel him trembling against yours as he moved with a slow deliberate pace, tasting and savoring the touch he had craved for so long. His hand slid to the nape of your neck, holding you there as his mouth slowly devoured you with a need that made your heart ached.

For a dream, everything felt almost real. You blamed for the years you have saved yourself for seeking another companion. Strange lifted your legs and pressed himself against yours, making you gasp out loud as you felt his bulge pressing against your aching core. Strange pulled away momentarily, kissing you along your jawline, chanting your name like a breathless incantation.

He hoisted you up with his hands slid underneath your ass and carried you to the large grand piano, where he laid you there. Dexterous fingers pulled at your clothes and stripped you until you were bare beneath him.

Strange pulled you forward, your legs draped over his broad shoulders while your sopping pussy was only a few inches away from his hungry gaze. He took a sharp exhale. His mouth salivating, his erection strained against his pants.

He ran his finger down at the seam of your folds, then spread them out with two of his fingers, baring more of yourself to him. A wordless gasp left your lips when he dipped his head. His mouth lowered to your most intimate flesh, tongue flattened against the silken skin as he began to lap at your juices. Your body strained underneath his touch when he swept over your clit. Your hand flew down to his hair, pulling and tugging every time he sucked a bit too hard.

He was toying with you, swirling and flicking at the hard sensitive nub repeatedly, while his tongue gathered your overflowing nectar and drank you up greedily. Searing hot desire pooled in the pit of your stomach and spread throughout your body like a wildfire. The more he swiped his tongue over your clit, the more on the edge you became until all you could do was gasp for breath.

His mouth was kissing you lower, licking at your entrance before delving into your warm cavernous hole repeatedly, fucking you till all you could think of was his tongue.

Your body was practically straining and tightening with every shallow penetration of his tongue. You were arched off the piano, desperate for your release. But Strange was in no hurry. 

As a matter of fact, he took his sweet time making you howl and moan for him, stringing you up like a cord that was ready to snap at any moment. His devotion to please you was endless. 

“Stephen, please,” you begged and he chuckled softly, sending a vibration over your clit. Your body hummed and buzzed. Even the smallest movement coming from him sent you over the edge. 

A breathless gasp tore from your lips when you felt his long slender finger enter your body in a lewd squelching sound.

“Oh God!,” you panted at the slow, deliberate friction his finger could offer you.

“You taste so divine, sweetheart. I could sit here and devour you all day,” he said in a low growl as he removed his finger and brought it into his lips before he plunged it back into your needy pussy. “Your sweet, sweet cunt is all mine now.”

You couldn’t even utter coherent words, let alone deny him with your state of mind. All you wanted was the sweet release.

“Beg me,” he commanded as he looked up with those dark eyes. “Beg me to let you cum, sweetheart.”

You practically whimpered at his command. “Please, please Stephen. Please let me cum.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You! I belong to you, Stephen. Please!”

A smirk quirked at the corner of his mouth. “And whose pussy am I eating?”

“Y-your. Hnnng… your Stephen. It’s yours.” Your body was practically shaken under his gaze.

“So I can fuck it whenever, wherever I want, right?”

You nodded. “Yes. It’s all yours. Please, Stephen! Please, I want to cum so bad.”

His lips pulled back into a satisfying grin before he inserted another finger inside you and began to fuck you with his fingers plunged in and out of you with intent. His mouth was on your clit once more, sucking and licking you even harder than before. 

You didn’t know how long, but you lay there in a daze before your body exploded. You were unraveling and coming apart under his touch, your hand bunched at his hair and pulled at it fiercely as you rode out your orgasm.

His name fell from your lips like a breathless incantation as your body slowly came down from the high. Stephen smirked before he stood up and lowered his pants and pulled out his cock. He stroked himself a couple of times before lining the fat, pink bulbous head against your heady entrance. With one forceful thrust, he sheathed himself completely into your welcoming heat.

He hauled your legs upward, hands pulling you back to meet his thrust. He was so impossibly deep that every time you tried to open your mouth, no noises came out. You could feel his balls slapped against your ass every time he pushed forward. His muscles bunched and corded with each movement. 

“Look at me as I fuck you,” he demanded and your eyes snapped, locking into his face. Your lips parted every time he pushed just a bit harder than before. If it was possible, he could practically rearrange your inside with the force alone.

He was rough and possessive as his hand curled around your neck. Your body skidded up and down the piano. The sound of skin slapping against skin tore through the silence.

His fingers dug into your flesh as he felt his release was getting close. He pounded you a couple of times before his release exploded right inside you, filling you up with his white sticky cum. You peered through your hazy eyes. He looked like he was in agony as he gasped and moaned till he filled you up to drop off his essence. And when he opened his eyes, you noticed he was glowing with satisfaction. 

His warm, sticky release rolled out of your slit, making you wince slightly. Stephen took a step back before he tucked himself back into his pants. Perspiration dampened his forehead. His hair stuck up in different directions thanks to you. 

His hand slid up and down your thighs before he proceeded to kiss your knee. Devotion filled his gaze as he moved up to kiss your lips. You couldn’t tell anymore if this was really a dream because everything felt so real. Your orgasm—the way he was fucking you, everything about this was so much more. 

Your eyelids felt heavy as exhaustion took over you. You knew that when you woke up, all of this would be gone. All of this. All of him will be no more.

Or so you thought.

Your eyes fluttered open at the faint sound of a music playing from an old record playing. The song sounded familiar that you started to hum the words.

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream.

I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar and gleam…

You slowly sat up, rubbing your eyes with the palm of your hand. Your vision blurred but you could make out the dark stillness of the room. When you shifted to move, you noticed the distinct ache between your thighs. You stopped and then moved again, placing both of your feet on the cold floor. You hissed at the soreness but decided to follow the sound of the music. The hardwood floor groaned and moaned beneath your feet as you stepped out.

You should be awoken by now, but here you were, walking in this maze of what used to be the New York sanctum. Confusion wasn’t even the half of it. Perhaps this was a nightmare. Dread filled the pit of your stomach in every step you took.

You stood in front of a large wooden door, listening to the sound of the music slowly coming to the end.

As you were about to turn the brass knob, the door cracked open very easily, revealing Strange sitting there, legs crossed over one another as he watched you. A cold creeping feeling slithered down your spine as your skin pricked with goosebumps. Your heart pounded heavily against your rib cage. Bile threatened to rise up to your throat. Panic began to set in.

“You’re awake,” he spoke first as he stood up. He looked differently than before.

You noticed the sunken cheeks, the hollowness in his eyes. The way his finger tips looked like they just dipped inside a paint pot. You swallowed.

“What’s the matter?” he asked again.

“This isn’t real,” you mumbled shakily. You watched his dark brows pull together as he reached out to touch you, but you took a step back. He winced at your rejection. 

“I am as real as you are,” he said carefully, hand resting on a book that was strapped to him by the hip.

“You were only supposed to be in my dream, and only in my dream. Whatever this is. It’s not right.”

Strange’s stared at you for a few moment before he took in a deep inhale through his nose.

“And here I thought I was being careful,” he sighed before his expression shifted into a cruel cold smile. You could feel your tears well up at the corner of your eyes as you watched him pacing left to right, with both hands behind his back. 

“What do you mean?”

“I brought you here to be with me of course. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Your gut sank as you stared at him with a horrible realization. 

“All the time we spent together in your dream. You always told me how much you wanted to be with me, so to show you my unyielding devotion, I’ve focused all my research to bring you here,” he said, tapping the Darkhold at his side. “I do apologize for taking way too long, but at last, we are together now. Isn’t it wonderful?”

“This is wrong, Stephen,” you took another step back, but Strange took a few long strides, and he was standing in front of you before you could blink. 

“What is so wrong about us being together?” he asked as he cradled your face in his hand. You shuddered at the way his dark fingertips slightly dug into your skin. 

“I don’t belong here–”

“Of course you do. You belong with me,” he said, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Every part of you belong to me,” he said firmly before his eyes softened. “When you left me before, I didn’t have time to tell you how I feel. I was so heartbroken because you didn’t even say goodbye to me, and before I knew it, you were gone,” he said through gritted teeth as tears slowly welled up in his eyes. “You made the choice to sacrifice yourself for the world, but the world didn’t deserve you.” Tears rolled down his cheeks as he looked at you. “They moved on, knowing full well that the only reason they survived was because of you. How cruel were they to not feel any resentment?”

“So you tore this world apart, to punish them? It’s not right, Stephen. I’m not even her. I’m just another variation of her. It’s not right at all.”

“I don’t need to be right!” His voice raised loudly. You swallowed in shock as you watched his expression change. His behavior became more erratic. “I don’t need to be right. I just need you! Here, with me. That’s all that matters. “

“What about what I want?”

“You told me yourself that you want to be with me. You told me every time you came here, of how much you want me…Even a few hours ago, you told me that you are mine.”

You winced at this. You wanted to scream. You were being deceived and taken advantage of. The man before you were not who you think he was. 

“I don’t want this,” you said as you shook your head as more tears soaked your cheeks. “You tricked me!”

“And I’ve killed for you!” he retorted back. Isn’t that enough? I stained my hands with blood just so that we can be together, and look at us now?” a cruel smile slowly curved at the corner of his lips. “Now we can live happily ever after.” He said as pulled you closer to him till your body molded into his. “Like you always wanted.”

“This isn’t the happy ending I wanted,” you pleaded with him as he cradled your face in his hands. The touch was gentle, almost as if you were about to break. “Please, Stephen. Please take me back to my world.” You were practically crying now, begging and pleading for him to see reasons.

His gaze soften as he pulled you closer to him. Your body molded into his. You could smell the distinct burnt ashes on him. For a moment, you felt a glimmer of hope.

“No.”

The one simple word shattered your heart as he pulled away, leaving you there shaking. His smile was no longer on his face. His eyes went cold.

 “I can’t love you like this,” you said in between your sobs.

“If you can’t love, then you just have to fear me,” he said before he stepped out, closing the door behind him. The music from the old record player began to play again. Over and over at the last part of the song as you sobbed into your hands.

 But if I know you, I know what you'll do,

You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.

A/N: I know it’s not how the Darkhold works, but y’know for the sake of plot, we do canon divergent here ✌️

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[strangelockd]

Hii!! How are u? 🥰

Could you write something with the prompts 7.“how mad would you be if i kissed you?” and 2.“my lipgloss is all over your lips.” from the fluff list with Stephen pls

Fates Embrace

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Sinister Strange x FemReader

Summary: Your sick at the Sanctum and Stephen being poor with words tries to comfort you in his own special way leading to a much greater surprise.

•Im slowly chipping away at my requests and this one was so long overdue. I really tried keeping it fluff but i couldn’t help myself. There were many directions that this fic could have taken but I hope you love it. The story was inspired by Harry Styles and you can find the song on my Sinister Playlist•

“Sinister was fully convinced that if you tasted half as divine as the forbidden fruit of Eve, then he absolutely understood her succumb to the surrender of temptation”

You had been nauseous for days, and no amount of rest seemed to make it better. With a shaking hand, you reached for the bed pan, the cool porcelain a welcome contrast to your already warm skin. Setting the bed pan on the floor, you groaned, wiping the leftover vomit from your cheek. Yep you definitely were sick no doubt. Despite having everything you needed from herbal tea to nausea medication, Sinister still paced the room in a worry for your health; you are his world after all.

Leaning against the foot of the bed Sinister pawed the comforter on the four poster bed, “are you sure there's nothing else I can do for you my love,” eyeing you like a hawk he was seeking your gaze making sure you were not just playing the hero. Stephen could always see right through your poker face. Letting out a small hum you smiled reassuring him, “Babe relax, it's just a little bug. You as a doctor even said it's more than likely a common cold, trust me I will be fine in a few days.”

Sinisters chilled hands slowly slithered from the warmth of the blankets, searching for your feet, which were hidden under the many layers of blankets, “Yes yes I know my pet, it's just that I can’t help but worry for you so,” his grip tightened more around your ankles as if you would disappear like smoke. Sinister had always felt alone in the world, and he had never expected to find someone who could make him feel so connected and loved. He had believed that he could never be happy, but you knew deep down that Sinister was willing to do anything to keep you in his life. The thought of losing you was unbearable to him, and it felt like his own personal hell.

Seeing the worry laced in his eyes you shot him a comforting smile,“Stephen, trust me I'm not going anywhere. You know i'm with you forever in this life,” extending your arms outwards beckoning him to join you. Sinister for a second was taken aback; feeling a sudden warmth spread over him he couldn't help but grin, his heart swelled with your irrevocable love so much that he could burst. Letting out a soft contented sigh he couldn't help but feel unbrimmed joy for being so wanted by such a divine woman. For how could he say no to his queen, the very person he would sacrifice his own life for.

Kicking off the heavy boots they made a slight thump against the wooden floorboards as your husband manifested a beautiful purple indigo smoke. The smoke cascading around him as he opted to change into his comfiest pair of dark purple pajamas leaving you in awe. You have been with him for years and even doing basic things, Sinister was the pure definition of elegance and it bever failed to leave you breathless. Feeling the weight of his form shift on the mattress, Sinister slowly made his way across the burgundy comforter. He snuggled close to you, wrapping himself in the warmth of the covers sighing contentedly.

Sinisters scarred hands reached over to gently cup your jaw placing a delicate kiss to your forehead. He nuzzled his nose against yours adding softly, “…In this life. And the next my love. For I have crossed oceans of time to find you and I will never lose you,” his finger traced your cheek softly as his blue eyes searched yours, the sentiment making you blush a deeper red. Placing a hand above his you leaned in to his touch, batting your lashes softly you couldn't help but melt into his eyes that reflected your very own.

“And you'll always have me, Stephen Strange,” breathing in his scent you closed your eyes, “For my heart and soul are yours and yours alone,” breaking the gap Sinister leaned into your lips. The sudden connection made you moan as he traced your lower lip with his tongue tasting your skin. It was so hypnotic, so mesmerizing that you suddenly snapped back to reality pulling away not wanting him to catch your cold. Feeling your resistance his strong hands only pulled you flush to his chest.

“Babe, don’t! You'll catch whatever I got,” you protested. Sinister couldn't help but chuckle at your declaration.

“Darling, I'm a man with the power of gods. It will take more than a cold to stop me from adoring you”, feeling the brush of his goatee against your delicate earlobe. His lips were so close to yours that you could feel his heat radiating from them. His lips ghosted your collarbone, his breath sweet and warm as he continued to ghost across your soft skin, sending a shiver of pleasure through your body and a fire of desire awakening in your core. Cocking his head to the side Sinister gently pinched your chin between his thumb and forefinger, eyes laced with mischief he had a better idea in mind.

“How mad would you be if I kissed that beautiful mouth of yours?” He smirked, taking note of your sudden tight grip on the crimson sheets. Hes such a fucking tease…

Pulling away once more in an attempt to resist, you looked into his eyes and you could clearly tell that all your husband wanted to do was to be there to make you feel good no matter what. “I dunno,” biting your lip you smirked, “why not find out.” The familiar feeling of his hands slithered against the back of your neck as he pulled you in slowly, kissing you once more he tasted the sweetness of your lips. The essence of strawberries sticking to his mind imprinted on his eidetic memory forever. He wanted to drown in you for the rest of his days. You both pulled away chuckling like a couple of school kids as his hands sought your face tracing your jawline, his breath welcoming against your soft delicate flesh.

“Delicious,” he cooed, giving your lower lip a gentle nip.

Damn him…

Sinister always brought you great joy even on days you were not at your best, times when you were sure he would leave after seeing your unsavory sides. You knew that deep down he would walk through fire for you, proving all too well his devotion time and time again leaving you with no doubts. Sinisters hands trailed down your curves resting at the slope of your hips guiding you to his lap. You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his once more as his hands traced your thighs gripping them firmly. Pulling away to look into your eyes he smiled brushing your cheek with unbridled admiration.

“I love you y/n,” he proclaimed, palms giving a slight tremble, “you know that right?”

Your heart swelled at the profession of his words only for them to taper, it broke your heart knowing he was alone for so long and yet still felt uncertainty about your devotion. Years if self loathing convinced him that his blackened heart was too difficult to bear, that he was a burden and needed to hide from the light forever. But here you are loving it through all the dirt to bare something of a diamond underneath the crevice of his newly alivened heart.

Heart racing you leaned in kissing him deeper, showing him how much he truly means to you. His moans drowning all thought as you pulled away looking him in the eyes. “And I love you Stephen Strange. I always have,” nibbling his earlobe in return you felt his grip tighten. You were sure there would be mark’s later no doubt, but in the moment you couldn’t care less. He growled pulling you in for another kiss, taking note of your nightgown riding up your thighs he smirked suddenly flipping you to once more your backside.

“Stephen!” You cried feeling him slither down between your thighs taking note of what's below. Or lack thereof.

“Hmm no panties?” His eyes suddenly turning dark and piercing it shot right to your center causing you to involuntarily rock your hips against his goatee.

“Mmm ya,” giving a teasing smile, “Didn't feel like it,” flashing him a cheeky wink it only spurred him on more to dig into your needy heat inhaling your arousal.

“You naughty girl,” his voice laced with a husky desire as you felt the welcoming sensation of his fingers slipping deeper into your thighs. His fingers gliding between the folds of your heat as his thumb traced circles around your clit.

“Always so wet for me my pet,” slipping two fingers inside he watched as your body writhed against his touch, “and my cock isnt even inside you yet,” he teased, pumping his digits at a steady pace. Sinister watched in awe as he felt your pussy clamp down like a vice around his fingers.

“You're such a good girl. Do you know that? Do you know how beautiful you look coming undone by my hands?” His eyes glowed under the light as he watched on, your legs trembling. He felt them spread wider, practically welcoming him to feast upon you. You get off on the praise, and he knows it all too well. Your body arched and pebbled against his touch as if you were fabricated just for him. Your reaction alone was enough to make his stiffened cock ache between his trousers. The only thoughts going through his mind were mine mine mine…like a sacred prayer only for you.

“I adore you. Your absolutely beautiful,” he purred, pressing his face into you deeper he traced his tongue over your wet folds making you moan deeper only urging him to need more. Sinister wanted to drown in your essence for this was his paradise and his alone, you locked around him wanting to be entangled in this state for eternity. Swirling your clit in a figure eight his mouth continued its assault as he felt your climax grip around his digits, you were close and nothing felt more sweeter or divine than this very moment. You moaning for him and only him alone. Your fingers laced through his ravenous strands pushing him deeper as his hands reached up, ripping the straps off your gown to expose your perfect bare breast on display. His hands immediately seeking your exposed nipples, giving them a gentle twist. It was just enough to send you over the edge as his right hand continued pumping in and out of your throbbing cunt claiming him only tighter.

Sinister takinging in the staggered rise and fall of your breath he placed his hand on the flat of your stomach in an attempt to steady yourself. For a moment he felt something…a heartbeat. But it…it can't be? His heart fluttered and flipped all at once with the sudden possible realization but there was something more pressing that demanded his attention and that was you.

“Ste-Stephen I’m gonna!”

The echo of your pleasured moans suddenly snapping him back to reality. This is the only thing he ever wants to do, be lost in you. Devoting every waking moment to your pleasure.

“That's it! That's my girl,” His thumb pressing firm circles on your clit as his lips traced yours, “your so beautiful when you come”

Your mouth shot open in a silent scream as you arched off the mattress, your heat riding his digits as he finger fucked you through your orgasm. The curling of his hand making you see stars, he truly did have magic hands in more ways than one.

Sinisters mind suddenly shot to the thought of what he felt in the base of your tummy. Tracing his palm over his chest he instinctively placed the other over your lower tummy, your elbows propped you up as your heart fluttered when you casted your gaze upon your husband.

“Stephen? What's wrong?” You asked with bated breath.

“Nothing my love,” he spoke with promise, his gaze still fixated on your belly, “hold on and let me see here”

At first the sensation was warm as if being cloaked by a blanket fresh from the dryer. A soft purple glow emitted from your abdomen as you both witnessed what was clearly a little baby in your belly no more than 10 weeks. The motions of its little arms made tears form in your eyes. You couldn't believe it, and neither could Sinister but here you are in fact pregnant.

You traced his features taking note of his reaction, noticing the swell of tears in his eyes he sniffled looking up at you, “And I thought I've seen everything,” you brushed a stray strang away from his forehead; he couldn't help but grin wide.

Come to think of it It's not like safe sex was a part of your repertoire. You both were more shocked it just took this long to finally happen.

“You're not upset, are you Stephen?” Your heart filled with sudden rising dread at the silly question. The seconds felt like minutes as you waited on for your husband's answer.

Eyes widened he practically leapt forward his hands sought yours as he paused just a fraction from your lips. You couldn't help but feel the sudden thrill of it, his unbridled excitement and joy seemed to penetrate every cell of your body. The comfort of his large hands made you lean into his touch, you took a breath as he craned his neck down ensuring you met his gaze. The calm timber of his voice was slow and smooth like the sweetest of chocolate and all you wanted was to melt into him.

“Heavens no my sweet angel. I am beyond thrilled. For you have given me all the more reason for being alive, and I couldn't possibly love you more than in this moment.”

Hearing the soft sniffles he leaned forward nuzzling foreheads peppering you with kisses that spoke of promise, you just couldn't believe that you are with child. Instinctively you couldn't help but draw his palm forward over your bare belly once more, the soft purple glow emitting from his palm glowed once more revealing the miracle underneath leading Sinister to smile.

“So much for you being sick,” he chuckled, kissing you once more. Rubbing your belly softly you placed a hand above his, joining the three of you in unison.

“Seems like the doctor is getting a little rusty with diagnosing,” you teased, feeling him give a playful yet gentle shove so as to not hurt you or the baby.

You smiled leaning in, nestling your face against his. “Oh hush now kiss me once more”

For a moment, all was still and peaceful and you never wanted it to end. Wrapping his arms around your waist you took in the warmth and familiarity of him. With a contented sigh, he whispered, "I love you."

Tears rolled down your cheek as his thumb took the liberty of wiping them away gently. Your lips sought his as you mended once more into each other like the sand meets the sea. You've kissed many times but yet somehow it feels like your millionth and first all wrapped up in one. Sinister was fully convinced that if you tasted half as divine as the forbidden fruit of Eve, then he absolutely understood her succumb to the surrender of temptation. For nothing ever tasted so sweet.

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[ironstrange1991]

The Point Of No Return (Part 4)

A fanfic slightly inspired by the play The Phantom of the Opera

+18 Smut (a lot) / Angst (just a bit)

Pairing: Sinister!Strange x Fem!Reader  /  Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader 

Synopsis:  In this new chapter the reader is faced with a choice that could change her life forever. In his own universe, Doctor Strange finds himself involved with you in ways he never imagined.

Word Count: 4,600k

Warnings: Dark themes! Psychological manipulation, Dubious consent, Mentions of abuse of medications and alcohol, Mentions of injuries and blood, Deception, Stockholm syndrome(?), Sexual content (P in V, face fucking, masturbation with both receiving, oral sex with both receiving, fingering, physical control, domination, bondage.) 

A/N: This one is really smutty, I really enjoyed to write this chapter. Hope you guys like it as much as I do ;)

Past the point of no return

The final threshold

The bridge is crossed

So stand and watch it burn

We’ve passed the point of no return

You opened your eyes realizing you were still in that room. The memory of everything that happened hitting you and making your heart race.

You sat up in bed noticing that you were wearing a long white dress and you didn't remember changing, nor did you remember how the conversation ended.

You ran your hand over your head remembering the blow you took, but there was nothing else there, just like the bruises on your knees had disappeared.

It was real. It was all real.

The realization that it took to hit you now left you breathless. You pressed your hand to your chest trying to breathe, tears streaming down your face. You wished it were real. Inside you, at some point you wished that everything was real, but now that you knew it scared you.

You sat on the bed for a long time, until your tears dried on your face and there was no sign of him. You wondered what he expected would happen now that you knew the truth. Should you fear him? It wasn't how you felt.

You felt adrift in your own life. Totally aimless and hopeless. You didn't know how to move on or if you wanted to move on if it meant you had to deny him. You were hopelessly and irrevocably in love with that Stephen Strange and everything else didn't seem to matter anymore.

You got up and left the room walking the dark corridors looking for him. There were so many questions you wanted to ask and this time you expected him to actually answer them.

You went down a long flight of stairs, your dress trailing on the floor behind you and the sound of a piano ringing through the shattered hall. You found him playing the piano, purple magic emanating from his hands as he played the keys with such ease and dexterity.

The music was so melancholic it made your heart clench in your chest, but at the same time it had something dark about it. You shivered at the sound of that melody, the sight of him playing the piano was almost mesmerizing and you barely realized how close your feet took you to him until your hand touched his shoulder. He kept playing without bothering to look at you.

“You are awake.”

You did not answer.

“You must think I'm a monster now that you know the truth.” He tsked  “Everything I did, everything I planned...”

He didn't finish what he was saying, he continued to work on finishing the song he was playing and you noticed it reaching higher and higher notes in a crescendo that carried your heartbeat along with it.

“I never meant for any of this to happen. I just wanted to have you by my side.”

The music stopped abruptly, the magic in his hands dissipating, and you noticed when his hands shook again.

He sighed. “All the other Stephens, they've got you. Why can't I have you? Why can't I be happy?”

You could feel the pain in his voice. You didn't understand how it all worked, but you knew he was suffering and it felt unbearable to you.

“Stephen...” You whispered fearing he would scold you for calling him by his name. “I don't understand what you're telling me.”

He sighed heavily, gripping your hand that still rested on his shoulder, and then spoke again, the firm, authoritative voice you knew “I need to take you back. Someone might notice you disappeared.”

You shook your head “Stephen, talk to me. I need to understand what this all means. You can't let me go like this.”

He stood up turning to you and holding your face in his hands.

“Trust me, I don't want you to go. But I can't keep you here for that long. You need to go back.”

You shook your head “Stephen, please!”

He closed his eyes, absorbing the sound of your voice calling him by his name.

“I want to stay. I miss you. I didn't dream about you...” You interrupted what you were saying and corrected yourself “You haven't brought me here for weeks. I thought I would never see you again. It scared me to understand how much the idea of ​​not seeing you hurted me.”

He caressed your face, hands trembling down your chin and holding you by the throat. He didn't squeeze, but there was something so possessive about the way he touched you. “It was never my intention to make you suffer, my love”

He kissed your lips sweetly. You weren't used to be treated so gently by him, but you liked the feeling. Your fingers tangled in his hair and you parted your lips in an invitation for him to deepen the kiss and so he did, his tongue penetrating your mouth, fighting against yours.

You moaned against his lips, your hand taking his hand that was on your face and moving it down to touch your breasts over the thin fabric of your dress. He squeezed it, your nipple hardening under his hand. You parted your lips from his to breathe and placed kisses on his chin and down his neck.

Your hands went down his body trying to undress him from all that clothes. You wanted to touch him, you wanted him to touch you.

He grunted holding your hands and pulling away “It's different now.” He looked at you upset. It was as if the spell of two seconds ago had been broken and he had reverted to the man who always scared you. “You know what I did, you know what I am. How can you want to give yourself to a monster like me? You! You who are so sweet and so kind.”

He turned his back to you, both hands behind his it.

Your eyes filled with tears “You are not a monster to me.”

He turned to face you “Then you're too stupid to understand.”

Tears streamed down your face.

“Why do you need to do this? You're not a monster if you don't act like one!”

He did not answer.

“You brought me here and I don't even understand why. God knows I tried to fight you, but I surrendered a long time ago. Isn't that what you wanted? That I surrender to you? Why are you pushing me away now?”

He looked out the huge round window and spoke softly, you could barely hear his voice

 “Could you be happy here, [Y/N]?”

You didn't understand what exactly he was asking “What?”

He sighed “Could you be happy here with me, [Y/N]?”

He turned around to face you “Could you be happy living in this god damn haunted house?”

You felt a shiver down your spine understanding what he was saying. Was this what he wanted? That you lived there with him in that destroyed universe?

He watched you closely, analyzing each of your facial expressions, trying to read your thoughts through them.

He could force you to stay, of course, but he hoped it wasn't necessary. He had you forcibly a few times before you surrendered to him, but it wasn't as satisfying as having you in his arms of your own will. But anything would be better than spending eternity there alone.

You tried to find your voice “Stephen... if you want me to stay, don't push me away.”

He walked over to you and touched your face, his thumb wiping away your tears.

“I can feel your whole body shaking. Is it from fear?”

You shook your head no.

“These questions are not meant to be answered with the mind, but with the heart.” He looked at you with those blue eyes and you felt intimidated by him.

“Could you let go of every thought of life you had before? Because I guarantee you, that only then will you be able to belong to me.”

You were too numb to understand the enormity of what he was suggesting, but in that moment it didn't seem so absurd if you could be by his side. Isn't that what you always wanted? Being with Doctor Strange? Belong to him?

“Yes” You replied and he narrowed his eyes.

“Don't make promises that you can’t keep.”

You shook your head “I just want to be with you. It's just what I want, what I've always wanted.”

He grabbed you and pulled you to his lips kissing you desperately. His hand behind your head. You moaned into his lips making his cock harden.

He couldn't fight the desire to have you. More than that, fucking you now was the consummation of the love you had for each other. Stripped of lies and deception, just the truth about who he was and where you really were.

He separated his lips from yours and brought his thumb to your lip. “Kneel.”

You stared at him not sure if you heard what he said.

“I said... kneel”

You obeyed and he looked at you kneeled before him in silence for a minute that felt like an eternity and then smirked

“This. This makes me happy. To have you totally at my disposal to do what I want with you. To please me the way I want. Do you want to make me happy?”

You nodded. Inside you knew it was what you were begging for. For him to use you as he pleased, for him to fuck you as only he could. It was through his happiness that you achieved yours.

“I'm yours. All I want is to be yours.” You said “Take me.”

He caressed your face, lifting your chin to get a better look at you, his smirk turning into lust and malevolence. He pulled you to your feet and took you in his arms and carried you to the piano placing you on top of it. He moved his fingers and purple magic emanated from them circling you, surrounding you.

“As much as I love to hear them, they are just words” He said menacingly “I need more than words. I need your soul.”

You didn't fight the magic that enveloped your body. It was an odd sensation, but it wasn't painful.

He moved his hands and you began to levitate, your arms and legs extended fully surrendered, your head tilting back.

“A promise can be broken, but a soul bond is forever.” His voice grew louder and firmer “You are mine now and forever, in this life and in all lives to come. Just say it.”

You were totally surrendered to his magic, there was no thought in your head that wasn't him, it was as if you were intoxicated by his presence and without knowing what it really meant you said the word that would bind you to him for all eternity.

“Yes.”

A purple magic string formed around your left ring finger, as well as his. It stayed there glowing for a second long enough for you to see and then it was gone. The purple magic dissipated into the air, your body slowly coming back down until your skin felt the chill of the piano on your back.

You stared at the ceiling, your body reacted as if you were drunk, your fingertips tingled, your head was spinning, but most of all, you felt euphoric.

You were too distracted by all the sensations in your body to notice a silent tear running down his cheek as he watched you. It was done. After so long looking for a way to be with you, he had finally done what was necessary and now no one could ever take you away from him.

“And what has been done cannot be undone.”

He slowly approached you and touched your face turning you so that you looked at him.

“Now we need to consummate our bond.”

You propped yourself up on your elbow, grabbed the fabric of your dress and pulled it up to reveal your legs to him, spreading your knees in an invitation for him to possess you.

He smiled satisfied, licking his lips.

...

“So, Doctor, what do you think that happened here?”

Doctor Strange looked at the disfigured lifeless bodies on the floor. It didn't take a sorcerer to understand that the cause of the deaths was unnatural, but he still had trouble understanding what exactly killed those men.

"It's not exactly a loss for the city," the policeman continued, watching as Doctor Strange remained crouched looking for any clues as to what had actually happened. “Those two were idiots. They had been on our radar for a long time.”

Strange got up and walked slowly to the car. There were bloodstains on the bumper, the back door was open and there was blood on the backseat.

He couldn't help but feel a kind of energy emanating from that crime scene, it was like a residual energy that remained there after a big magical event. Stephen knew it wasn't a good thing. He could feel dark magic all over the place.

“Have you found the owner of the car yet?” He asked and the policeman took a look at the notebook he had in his hands.

“[Y/F/N]” He answered “She is a teacher, 29 years old, has an apartment not far from here. According to a friend, she got off work yesterday around 6pm and went to a doctor's appointment two blocks away.”

Strange nodded “Still missing?”

“It's like she had been abducted, or turned to dust.” He stopped when Doctor Strange gave him an irritated look “Yeah, sorry.”

Stephen looked inside the car and found a small leather wallet containing the car ID, some business cards and a work badge. He took the badge and took a good look and recognized you. It was the clumsy girl from the record store.

He put the wallet in his pocket and got out of the car. He opened a portal back to the Sanctum.

“Hey, Doctor. Give me a hand. What do you think happened here?”

“I'm still not sure” He replied without bothering to look at the policeman “I'll get in touch when I find out.”

“But what do I say to people? The reporters? They want to know where the girl is.”

Stephen sighed looking over his shoulder “I'll find her.”

…

The ground was cold under your back, but everything else was on fire. Your body felt like an electricity you'd never felt before and the desire you felt seemed to be magnified tenfold.

You moaned and your hips moved as if they had a life of their own and Stephen was beside you, caressing you lightly with his fingertips, running his hand down the side of your thigh and going under your dress, separating your knees and caressing your legs. , scratching and making you shiver and looking at you, staring at you with a devilish smile on his lips, but at the same time, there was a charm in his eyes, a contentment that wasn't there before.

“Stephen.. please touch me. I need you. I.. I am feeling strange.”

He widened his smile and bent down to kiss your lips “That's exactly how you must feel. You are mine now and your body knows it, it will always know it and it will ask for me, your husband.”

"Then take me" You whimpered "I need you inside me"

You took hold of the dress and pulled it back up revealing your legs that drooped to the sides in an invitation for him to finally touch you where you needed to be touched.

He took his hand between your legs and touched over your panties and you felt your entire body tremble.

“My sweet little girl needs me? Does that hurt? All this desire, this hunger for me?”

You nodded yes, your hips heaving against his hand begging for some friction.

He nodded “Okay, baby I will give it to you. Tell me how you want your husband to fuck you?”

You moaned, leaning your head back, fully surrendering to his magic.

"With your tongue, Stephen. Fuck me with your tongue."

He smirked and kissed you and got between your legs, he grabbed the fabric of your dress impatiently and with both hands he ripped it up to the waist. You stared at him in surprise as he did the same thing with your panties, ripping off the shredded pieces of fabric and revealing your aching core to him.

He stroked your slit lightly looking at you as he did so.

You moaned, begging for his touch

“Look at you baby. I never get tired of looking at you. So pretty, so pure, and its all for me. You are mine, do you understand? Mine.”

You moaned.

“Say it. Tell me you are mine. Tell me no man will ever touch you besides me. Tell me!”

You whimpered feeling tears form in your eyes. The desire you felt was becoming too much to bear. It was a physical pain, a need you felt to have him inside you that couldn't be normal.

“Say it. Or I won't fuck you and now I know exactly how you're feeling. How it hurts for me. Do you want me to ease your pain? Say it. Tell me you are mine.”

“Stephen... I am yours. I was always yours. No one will ever touch me. Nobody but you. Now please, please touch me. I can't take it, please, please I need you.”

He smiled satisfied and dived between your legs licking your entrance, collecting all your liquids and you took your hand to his hair pulling him where you wanted him.

He chuckled between your legs and backed away. You complained, but he didn't listen. He made a quick movement with his hands leaving you completely naked. Your body shivering in the cold air.

He pulled you to sit down and laid on the floor pulling you over him helping you to put your leg over his hip. He was fully clothed, but you couldn't help but rub your hips over his hard bulge and get some friction. He hissed, feeling your heat and wetness on his cock, but he pulled you up and positioned your thighs between his head. You didn't wait for him to give the order, you bent down feeling his nose graze your clit and his mouth licking and sucking your sweet and dripping hole.

He had his arms tight around your thighs so he could lift you and move you the way he wanted, but he let you move at your own pace.

You moaned loudly at the wonderful sensation of his tongue lapping at you, his goatee rubbing against your sensitive skin increasing the intensity of the friction.

You put both hands on the floor and started moving your hips faster, face fucking him in a very intense pace, moaning loudly as you did.

“This is so good, so good.”

You could feel an orgasm building inside your belly and you increased the pace, rubbing your cunt into his face.

“Fuck, Stephen. I am gonna cum in your face.”

He growled, the vibration intensifying all your sensations.

“Your face...” You repeated sobbing “I am cuming in your face.. your beautiful, beautiful face”

You moaned loudly, a cry escaping your lips as the orgasm hit you and you felt your whole body shaking and the sensation was so overpowering that tears were streaming down your face and you could barely breathe between your sobs.

He pulled you down, grabbing your neck and making you look at him.

His hair was disheveled, his face totally red and wet.

His animalistic expression softening as he saw you burst into tears.

“Oh my sweet, sweet girl, don't cry.” He caressed your face sitting up, keeping you sitting on his lap.

“It's too much” You said sobbing “I want you, it pains me, I don't know why I am feeling like this.”

He smiled wiping away your tears with his thumb “That’s because I put a spell on you, my love. Don't worry, I'm here to satiate you, you'll feel better after I fill you with my seed. That's what your body is asking for, it wants me to fill you.”

You nodded “Then fuck me Stephen, fill me, I need you.”

He pulled you to his lips kissing you gently and his kiss was like an oasis in the middle of the desert. You loved the tender way he caressed your face as he kissed you, your hands wrapped around his head, your fingers tangling in his hair. Nothing else seemed to matter to you but the two of you there on the floor of that Sanctum in that destroyed universe.

You proceeded to rub your hips over him. Your body asked for him as if you hadn't come two minutes ago, it was a desire like you'd never felt before.

“My kitten needs me that badly?”

You moaned, nodding impatiently. He chuckled and undressed with a gesture of his hands and hissed when you immediately grabbed his length rubbing hard and stood up positioning him at your entrance slowly lowering yourself down letting him penetrate you inch by inch stretching you.

“That’s it my love, I am all yours.”

You moaned loudly feeling his balls deep In you. You could feel all those strange sensations in your body intensifying and the only thing that seemed to make you feel better was when you moved and so you did, getting up and sitting back down on him forcefully, he groaned, jaw tight. , his eyes fixed on you, his hand holding your thigh firmly, the other supporting your back. You repeated the movement over and over and all the sensations were so otherworldly that your entire body was shaking, but you couldn't stop, you needed it rough.

“Stephen... please.”

He growled pulling you over and turning you so you were lying on the floor, you whimpered at the lack of contact, your hand reaching for him to tuck him back inside you. He entered you with a rough thrust, you screamed, not in pain, but because it quenched the desire you felt, you understood that you needed him to fuck you like that.

He knew exactly how you felt, he took it all off leaving just the tip and then pushed it all back in again stretching you hard.

“Is that how you like it my love? Rough? Does my kitten in heat need to be fucked hard?”

You moaned out loud “Yes, yes, Stephen. Please, harder.”

He pulled your leg up, tucking it over your chest and managing to go deeper with a thrust that knocked the air out of your lungs.

Your eyes filled with tears, all those sensations were too much for you.

He brought his hand up to your neck, squeezing hard, you could barely breathe, he increased the speed of his thrusts, the sound of flesh clashing against flesh was all you could hear.

“You wanted me to be real. Does it feel real enough for you now?” He asked through gritted teeth.

You whimpered, unable to respond, his grip on your throat making your head spin.

“I'm going to cum inside you the way you want, do you know what that means? That I will complete the spell and you will be mine forever. Is this what you want?”

You nodded.

As if possible he increased the pace even more, managing to go even deeper and you could feel him throbbing inside you, your own body shaking all over as your cunt squeezed him.

“Such a good girl for me, you have always been such a good girl.” He groaned loudly, almost a roar, the grip of his hand on his throat becoming almost unbearable.

“Take it, my love. Take my seed, it's all yours.”

You moaned feeling his semen spilling inside you and it was enough for your body to drag you into its own. The climax consuming you.

Your entire body trembling beneath his, all those sensations, that fire that seemed to consume you from the inside out, that pain deep in your womb, disappeared the moment he filled you with his seed.

Your body finally relaxed under his and he eased the pressure in your throat and you coughed feeling the air return to your lungs. He caressed your face, a tear running down his cheek.

“So beautiful, you are so beautiful.”

You touched his face, wiping away the tears with your thumb and smiled, the most beautiful smile he's ever seen in his life.

“I love you, Stephen.”

He shook his head chuckling, tears streaming down his face.

“I love you too, my sweet, sweet girl.”

He kissed you softly, holding your hand in his, the string of purple magic glowing again on your finger and his, now even stronger.

“You are mine.”

“I am yours.”

...

In your universe full of life and light and noise, Stephen Strange woke up panting sitting up in bed and running his hands over his face. His body all wet with sweat and a fire consuming him from the inside out, an uncontrollable desire to have you just like he had in his dream on the floor of that dark Sanctum, you begging him to fuck you and telling him you loved him. The image was so vivid, it felt so real.

He sighed as he flopped back on the pillows, his cock so hard it twitched. He ran his hand over his face again. There was no way he could start the day in that state.

Stephen reached under the blankets and grabbed his length, closing his eyes and letting his mind take him back to the dream he had just woken up from. He slowly moved his hand up and down, feeling his entire body tremble with the sensation.

He sighed in frustration, as far as he knew you could be dead, how wrong was he to jerk off thinking about you?

He pulled back the blankets uncovering himself and stood up using his other hand, he spat into his hand and brought the saliva to his cock and started to jerk off. He kept his eyes closed, concentrating on your moans and your desperate pleas for him to fuck you.

A low moan escaped his lips, remembering the violent way he fucked you in that dream, Stephen liked to be rough sometimes, but this was different, it was animalistic, he'd never fucked a woman like that and in that moment he imagined himself doing it with you.

He could feel his cock throbbing in his hands, he was close. He squeezed his hand and increased his pace, his breathing becoming ragged. He could see you perfectly in front of his closed eyes, so beautiful, so fragile and totally given to him, being fucked so hard it looked like he was going to break you in half.

He wanted that, he wanted to be the man doing that to you, not in a dream, but for real. He wanted you, he needed you, he needed to hear you say those words to him, telling him how much you loved him and that you were his, his alone.

Stephen moaned loudly, giving himself over to his climax, the hot load splashing down his stomach and running down his hand.

He flopped down on the bed facing the ceiling of his room at the Sanctum, breathing slowly returning to normal. He sighed, running a hand over his face, surprised by the intensity of his desire for you. He didn't even know you. He felt guilty for having jerked off thinking about you when he knew you could be in danger. He got up going to the bathroom and turned on the shower letting the cold water wash those dirty images away.

He needed to find you and if necessary to save you.

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[getlostsquidward]

messed up kind of love

pairing: sinister strange x reader; doctor strange x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

//

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

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

Not even yours.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

//

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

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

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

They're almost the same, after all.

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

“Penny for your thoughts?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, this…this feels right.

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

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

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

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

//

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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[brunchable]

Poisonous Touch || Sinister Strange x Reader

Word count: 4.2K Summary: Stephen wakes up binded with magic on a chair and finds you tied up and gagged on the bed, right in front of him. Warning: FILTHY, SMUT OVER 18s ONLY. *NONCON?* vouyerism, domineering acts, degradation, praising, fingering, spanking, unprotected p & v sex, creampied. Strictly do not: claim, repost, copy, translate my stories anywhere else. A/N: Inspired by Katy Perry's song E. T. I pray that my family never sees this- i felt so dirty i had to take a shower after T_T

“Stephen! Stephen! Please wake up!” The muffled sound of your voice echoed in his ears. You sounded terrified for your life, and it instantly triggered his brain to wake up.

How did he end up helpless and tied up to a chair? Stephen asked himself that question as well. Everything happened so quickly that his ‘intelligent’ mind needed time to process things for once. Once he slowly regained consciousness, he heard his own voice speak over your cries. Ah, that’s right—he got knocked out fighting another version of himself.

“Look who finally decided to wake up.” Stephen’s sinister self spoke in a slow, deep rumble, his chilling cackle sending goosebumps all over your body, “I must say thanks to you, love. I was getting really impatient, but I wouldn’t want your Stephen to miss this.” His ghostly fingers trailed your sternum from the side of the bed where he sat. His touch got you hitching a breath.

Stephen thrashed in his chair as he found you on the Sinister man’s bed, wrists tied on the bed frame, gagged with a black cloth that sat between your lips, hot tears falling from your eyes as you sat there relieved of every piece of your clothing.

“Don’t you fucking dare lay one more finger on her. I swear to fucking God, I will break every bone in your body—” Stephen threatened Sinister Strange as he tried and tried to at least loosen the hold of the spell binding him to no avail.

Sinister Stephen widens his eyes and a dirty, mocking laugh erupts from his lips, filling the voided space with it. He got up and left your side, undoing his black tunic leaving trails of the fabric behind him as he walked towards himself who was glowering at him, calculating his every step and every move.

Sinister Strange stood tall and shirtless in front of himself and stooped down with his glittering eyes and mocking smirk, coming face to face with Stephen, “Empty threats don't scare me. If only looks could kill, huh Stephen?”—His vile grin became wider on his bearded face to see Stephen get so worked up—“Now, now. Don’t tire yourself; the fun hasn’t even begun.” He patted Stephen firmly on the cheek before using his heels to turn around.

Sinister Stephen leered at you as you tried your best to hide your centre by crossing your legs together and looking away. Stephen firmly clenched his jaw, swallowing the guilt he was feeling for being so helpless when he was supposed to protect you.

“Usually, I would’ve killed you by now, but I wanted to try a different kind of torture—our little wife here, is very…” He fondles his belt. You could feel his penetrating gaze burning against your skin. "… enticing.”

“Dirty fucking bastard." Stephen mutters under his breath, "Just hurt me and leave her alone.”

"Well… I am you,"—Sinister Strange shrugged, matching with a head tilt—“No, let’s make her decide.”

You felt the end of the mattress dip down as the weight of Stephen’s knees fell on it, coming towards you like a predator. You automatically begin kicking at him, which he didn’t appreciate. He hissed at you, grabbing your ankles with a bruising grip as he now positioned himself between your legs.

“Haven’t you always fantasised about how you'd love to tie her up, tease her, punish her when she resists, and then reward her when she does exactly what she's told to do?" — Stephen admired your naked body like a piece of art. It’s been too long since he last saw a woman’s body in front of him—“But you’ve gone soft, so you’re going to watch me fuck your wife, like how you’re supposed to.”

The rising and falling of your chest became obvious as you breathed harder. Your eyes widen at the mention of him fucking you, and though he is an exact copy of Stephen, he wasn’t your husband. You shook your head defiantly and kicked your legs, but with a body showing muscles formed from years of combat training, of course he wouldn’t budge.

Muffled whimpers came through your gagged mouth. Sinister Strange hushed you and brought a hand over his mouth and gave it a long lick before forcefully opening your legs. His wet palm cupping over your already wet cunt, cocking his head to one side, “Hm, your body doesn’t lie princess. Kick and defy all you want, but you can’t hide the fact that you’re so fucking wet for me.”

“I hate you!” You tried to say it the best way you could so he could understand. When you felt the cold touch of his palm against your slit, the muscles inside you throbbed, and you hated how much your body was reacting to him.

“For now, but trust me when I say that you’ll be begging for more later.” He craned down and whispered against your ear with his hot breath that tickled the sensitive nerves in your neck. Sinister Strange laid himself by your side, his elbow propping his upper torso up, “If you don’t do as I say, I will choose a different form of torture and he won’t make it out alive, so you choose. Open your legs or I’ll hurt him instead.”

You turned your gaze to Stephen as a tear trickled out of the corner of one of your eyes. It appeared as though he knew which option you were considering and he shook his head in response. However, since you did not want him to be harmed, you have decided to give your body to the evil doppelgänger of the person you were protecting. You shut your eyes and opened your legs, revealing your cunt to your husband, who also shut his eyes while releasing a heavy sigh.

“Good girl, show your husband that pretty cunt of yours.” Husky tones inflicted an order-like tone on his bold declaration. The man was beaming with pride, as if he had already guessed your final decision and was looking forward to it. Stephen's calloused, veined, and almost sandpaper-like hand glided over your smooth stomach, past over the curves of your waist. He pushed his hands deeper into the velvety interior of your thighs in order to spread your legs even further apart.

Two of his long fingers gingerly stroked the outer folds of your sex, his middle finger circled around your opening, occasionally parting your lips, and grazing upwards with a deliberately slow stroke but not penetrating you. He could feel your heat radiating off of him, and he could sense the moisture that was building up in the folds of his fingers. Naturally, he didn't forget about your breasts, which were bared for all to see; he gently rubbed one of the pink nubs on your breast with his thumb. His limp cock that was prodding on the side of your thigh had grown in size just by touching you, and the little jerks you made as you tried to suppress the pleasure he was giving you was so arousing to watch.

You’ve coated his digits slick with your fluids as he touches you in such a perverse way, you kept your eyes on your Stephen, imagining that it was him touching you. Two of his slender middle digits burrowed themselves into your hot core and secured you firmly against his body. This was followed by his fingers pistoning into you, first slowly, then gradually increasing in rhythm with his penetration and friction. The wet smacking sound of his drenched hand as it slapped against you was obscene.

You writhed as a lewd moan escaped your throat. A low groan came from Stephen against your ear, “Hm, you like it right there?” His head hung over your shoulder, panting with his hot breath hitting against your skin. The veins that are mapped under his skin became more prominent while he worked his fingers in your channel. He was dead silent for a few seconds as he focused on hitting you at the correct spot, but the silence was broken by a deep guttural moaning, like pleasing you was also his own pleasure.

Your Stephen’s nose flared as he watched you powerless, so helpless to stop the attack, and yet he felt himself becoming stiff inside his trousers. He could feel that his evil counterpart had a cunning smile on his lips. Stephen followed Sinister Strange’s hand as it left your breast, grabbing a handful of your hair and raising your head up, keeping it in place with his hand that was bigger than your face, “Look at your husband, princess. Look how hard you made him.” Below, his fingers wringed inside you while he explores the uniqueness of your cunt.

Meanwhile, Stephen's hard-on was starting to get uncomfortable, and the sweet lewd noises that came from you didn't help. He felt angry, confused, and turned on all at the same time. He looked at you dead straight in the eyes, the gag falling from your lips as it was removed, his name instantly leaving your lips, “S-Stephen.”

Blood rushed to both their centres the moment their names left your lips. For Sinister Strange, it was electrifying, your effects on him were slightly tipping him over the edge of losing self-control. He needed to hear more of your sweet moans, he knew that you were referring to your husband, which made him more eager to turn you into a moaning mess and show you what he's made of— and he will make sure that you’ll be referring to him instead.

He quickly found your clit in his explorations, and he circled it and rubbed over it firmly. Pleasuring you in front of your husband sends him thrills; his mouth caressed your neck, licking you, tasting you—nibbling on your skin until he reached your ear, "What a naughty slut you are, making your husband watch while you get finger fucked by another man." He murmurs into your ear before licking your earlobe, working his way back over your neck, kissing and sucking at the hollow of your throat.

Sinister Strange looks like a devil who wants to take advantage of your greatest weakness, making the scene in front of Stephen look like pure sin. Stephen watched as your lower body was slowly rotated, your hips rising and falling in a soft circle spurned on by the sensations flowing outward from your agitated, excited clit. This was indeed another level of torture, the fact that he wasn’t the one making your body contort in dirty ways like that, left him frustrated. He almost prefers being beaten to death.

It became increasingly challenging for you to keep your eyes open for any length of time, and you were aware that the moans that were emerging from your open mouth were becoming increasingly audible.

Slowly, so very slowly, Sinister Strange’s adventurous fingers became more aggressive, more dominant, and you couldn’t help but fold your legs to your chest since you couldn’t spread your legs any wider. Your thoughts slowly followed your body as it descended deeper and deeper into the realm of his gifts. Now, you were pretty much just a gelatinous mass that trembled and reacted to every bit of friction and every nuanced twist that he made with his fingers inside of you. When his hand sank deep into your cunt, you could almost hear the juices gushing out of your body, all over his hand.

"U-u-u-g-g-g-h-h-h, f-uck, S-tephen." A vulgar sound slipped quietly out of you and your hips did a wide circular rotation. The pressure, the speed of his abuse on your swollen little hole increased in pace.

Stephen was in excruciating pain as he sat there because he was all too familiar with that sound, and he knew that you wouldn't be able to hold back for very much longer. Your orgasm was picking up speed, and he had enough previous encounters to know that when it did occur, it would tear right through your body and come out of your mouth.

You wanted to suppress it, to muffle it with your arms, you didn’t want the enemy to feel like he’s succeeded in hypnotizing you with his poisonous touch—though it felt so fucking good. You might be able to lower the volume of your guttural noise, but you were well aware that there was no way you could hide the undulations of an out-of-control body that was already beginning to tremble with anticipation and was about to explode.

You experienced a surge of ecstasy that started in the very depths of your stomach. It rips through you, forcing a scream out of your throat as your pussy clenches tighter on his fingers. It continues to move through you, over and over, until it finally stops, at which point your chest will have arched upward into the air while your eyes have been squeezed shut.

When you look over at him, you see that Sinister Strange is smiling to himself. When you see the satisfied smirk that is curling his glistening lips, you can't help but feel a surge of self-loathing.

“Our wife always comes so hard after a good tease, huh?” He appeared to be very proud of himself. When he licks his fingers clean, you can't bear to watch any longer. The thought that you let that happen or that you screamed your pleasure loud enough for your husband to hear makes you sick to your stomach.

“Fuck you.” Stephen growled and thrashed from where he sat again, he didn't think he would be able to watch any longer.

“Fuck me?”—Sinister Strange chuckles, “I’m not that conceited, but I’ll definitely fuck your wife.” Stephen didn’t find his deranged humour very funny. Never in his life did he think about wanting to smash his own face in.

Sinister Stephen knelt over your body as he untied your arms from the bed frame. You looked away from his cock that was aimed pointedly towards your face and you quietly assessed the situation and the area to look for a weapon. How were you going to get away from this man?

As soon as your other arm fell to your side, you shoved him on the chest to get him off balance, and you made an attempt to roll off the bed and try to escape him, but he catches you and slams you back onto the bed, holding you as he leans down, his eyes angry now.

“Don’t hurt her!” Stephen shouted at the man but was ignored.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

“Get off of me!” You scream while kicking and struggling to get free from his hold. He grunts and pushes you back again, trying to hold you still.

“You don’t have that authority here, princess. I’m the abductor, I tell you what to do.” Stephen said through his gritted teeth, grimacing as he reminded you of who’s in charge.

“I hate you,” Despite your desperate screams, he only returned with his laughter, which was mean-spirited.

“Do not fucking lie to me, darling. You know, that you loathe the fact that you enjoyed it. The moment I put my fingers into your pussy, you began to scream, and you resent that you enjoyed every fucking second of it.” Angry at his obscene language, your hand automatically slapped him. It is loud in the silence, and as his head snaps to the side, you draw in a deep breath and hold it.

Slowly, he turns back to face you, “You shouldn’t have done that,” he warns, his voice low and rough.

Your chest heaved, you were scared shitless, but you did feel bad enough to let him have a taste of you. There was no way you’d let him go all the way, “Fuck you!” You screamed at his face and lunged your head forward. The two of you groan in unison as a sharp pain shoots through each of your skulls.

As you kick at him, he gives you a low growl, grabs both of your hands, and slams them together above your head. You despise the raging fire of desire that burns inside of you as well as the fact that you secretly want him and the fact that the sight of his pulsing cock makes you wetter than you’ve ever been.

He presses and strokes his tip against your opening and forces you to watch as you breathe heavily. "I was going to be kind and come outside of you, but now?" He makes a shaking motion with his head and then leans down to lick your lips. "I don't have to," he said, "you're mine."

Releasing his cock, he grabs your thigh and hoists you up. You glare at him and struggle to break free from his hold so that you can strike him once more. You scratch at his hands with enough force to draw blood.

A sigh of exasperation escaped him as he asked, “You want to act like a fucking animal? Fine, then I'll fuck you like one,” he growls at the corner of his mouth.

He yanks you up to spin around, and then he shoves you back down into the bed before you have a chance to respond. He stays behind you, pressing against your back with his cock nestled against your ass while his hand works its way through your hair as you struggle to get yourself up. You scream as he pulls on your hair, and as you do so, you pull your head back until the only thing keeping you upright is his hand. He grabs your hip and pulls you backwards while simultaneously kicking your legs apart.

“Get off me!” You yelled in demand, “Stephen, please.” You called out to your husband though you're fully aware he’s got no way of helping you out.

He glanced at Stephen, whose anger was boiling quietly at the way he was handling you, “No, you made your choice now, remember? Either you give yourself to me or he dies.” His hand slides between your thighs and discovers that your cunt was soaking wet. “Darling, you can’t deny it. Your body tells me that you want this just as much as I do, and I’ve had enough of your attitude. I’m going to fuck it out of you.”

You start struggling again, continuing to fight him even as you press your pussy against his hands with more force. The foreign roughness of him, his foul mouth was so new to you, it had you so needy that when he lines his cock up at your entrance and slams inside, you scream. Not in pain, but in pleasure.

A sinister laugh elicits from his lips as he pulls back, fighting the clinging pussy around his cock, and slams inside again. “Good girl,” he purrs, as he licks your neck before biting your shoulder, leaving a mark on you and makes it hurt as he thrusts back into you, setting a hard, brutal pace.

Your hands grip on the sheets as you felt for the harshness of each thrust he gives you, his hands digging into your skin as he impales you with his cock over and over. Your breasts rub against the bed as you cry out, tightening your walls around him. The way your original husband was not saying anything and just watched you struggle made you livid—it gave you the impression that he was enjoying this.

Stephen’s gaze darkened in desire, watching you take his other version’s brutal pounding. He feels jealous that you’ve never reacted that way towards him when you make love to him. If both of you were to make it out of here alive, he'd make sure to remove every filthy mark that this man was leaving on you.

You turned around unnoticed by him because of his concentration on you and his infatuation with fucking you. You yank your hair out of his fingers, but you let some strands remain in his grasp. As you spin and strike him in the face, his cock slides out of you, “I’m not yours, you fucking psychopath!” you shouted.

He seizes you and throws you on the mattress. You slapped him and pushed him away before you flipped over. He yelled at you, “You are,” as he was being pushed away. You make an attempt to get away by crawling, but he puts his hand around your ankle and roughly drags you back to him. You let out an angry screech as you skittered across the bed, grabbing hold of the sheets, taking it with you.

You fight him off, and yet you never say no when he fucks you out of your senses, because deep inside, you like this. And you hated that.

His hands are pretty nimble. They grab your hips and pull them up, and then he grabs you again and pulls you back onto his cock. You can't help but let out a moan. It's incredible how much bigger he is now. He doesn't play around either when he smacks your ass cheeks. He didn’t spank you for fun though; rather, it’s a kind of discipline and you take pleasure in the fact that he made it hurt.

You let out a scream as you fight back against his quick thrusts, the sound of your skin smacking against itself loudly as he growls from behind you, “U-gh, a-asshole!” You insulted him even while you brought your hand down between your legs to touch yourself.

His hand reaches down there before you and pushes your hand away with a smack. He grabs your hair once again, twists it into a ball, and uses it like a leash as he arches your neck to hiss in your ear, leaning over you at this point, "I didn’t give you permission to come.” He proceeded to push into you with increased urgency, going deeper and more deeply, his tongue all over your body. Once again, the pleasure and the pain were intertwined until the whole experience was muddled into a white heat.

Stephen prodded his tongue against the inside of his cheeks, seeing how much you were enjoying the roughness the other was inflicting on you. He watched as Sinister Strange quickened his pace and looked down and watched his cock sliding in and out of you and grabbed your waist and pulled you to him, pulling his hips back and shoving forward, fucking you like Stephen has never had. He's never been so turned on by the sight of you as he was then. He had admired and stroked every inch of your body, but seeing you like this was an excitement he had never felt before.

He growls at you while running his fangs over your shoulder, and then he says, “Admit it, you love being fucked like this, and I'll let you come.” You can't help but crack a smile when you hear how gruff and strung out his voice is; clearly, he's not as unaffected as he believes he is.

“Fuck off.” You firmly snap at him.

He raised his hand and smacked your ass over and over while his cock slid along those nerves, and the pain emanated through you. You felt the same rush at the pit of your stomach but more intense this time around, but you tried to fight it—Stephen reached down and flicked your throbbing clit with his thumb, which urged you to release, instantly shattering you, "Fuck– Stephen—"

Stephen heard the sinister one almost cry out as you reached your limit and this time he was pretty sure that you thatthe Stephen you were referring to was not him. A loud groan like he was in pain came from the other man; and then he fell on top, the length of your back, holding your hips firmly and plunging the depths of you, his cock engorged inside of you as you clamped down on his cock and writhed beneath him. His hips stutter, moving in shorter and harder thrusts, then he powers into you twice more before stilling, infecting you in with his hot poison, grunting with his lips pressed to your shoulder.

His cock slowly slipped out of you and his white essence followed and you felt it seep out slowly. You lay there panting, feeling exhausted after using all your energy on him, you felt like you were floating. By the time you looked up at your husband’s sinister version, he was already fully dressed in his black tunic, circling Stephen, who was watching the other's every move very closely.

“Now that you've got what you wanted, let her go back to our own reality.” Stephen demanded his evil self to let you go.

The Sinister one hummed, “I don’t think so.” he wagged his finger.

“What the fuck do you mean, you don’t think so? That’s not what we talked about!” Stephen argued, raising his voice at the man, tried to push his arms out to break the binds, and as if it was elastic, it forced him to tuck his arms in.

“We never talked about anything, or made a deal,”—Stephen almost snorted at the other’s claim— “She’s going to stay here, with me. And as for you…” He trailed off.

“Have you ever had a dream that you are falling as if pushed off a tall building? That was probably me.” A sadistic smile curled at each corner of his lips, revealing a third eye in the middle of his forehead.

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In Another Universe (Sinister Strange x Reader)

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

Warnings: SMUT MDNI, creampie, unprotected sex, masturbation, jealous stephen

A/n: @sherlux’s idea. I need to write more sinister fics. I got lazy at the end sorry..

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This New York was a ghost town. The winds blew, sending a shiver down your spine. You wrapped your armed around yourself, trying to keep warm. You looked up around you, the sky was dark and gloomy. In the distance, you saw the city deteriorating in the horizon.

“Are you sure your variant would even be alive in this universe?” You asked Stephen who walked ahead of you.

Stephen sighed with a shrug, slowing his steps until you caught up. “We can only hope.” You walked towards the Sanctum, standing desolate in the distance. The foundation of the building looked unstable, crumbling into the sky above.

Walking closer to the building, you saw a silhouette moving from the third-floor window- someone was indeed alive here.

“Stay here.”

“What? Why?”

“We don’t know who is in there. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Stephen, I am not leaving you. I came for a reason.”

“Y/N…” He takes you by the shoulders and looks at you deeply. “I’m glad you’re helping and all, but we don’t know what we can expect here. I need you alive.”

You sighed. You really didn’t like it when Stephen went off on his own. Things always seemed to go wrong, but you trusted him. You always did. “Fine. But please be careful.”

He nodded, and you watched as he walked into the doors of the sanctum.

Time passed, and you were growing weary by the second. Something must be going on, and restlessness built within you. You couldn’t just stand here alone, waiting for him to die. Next thing you knew, your intrusive thoughts led you inside the sanctum. You quietly followed the sound of muffled voices, trying to distinguish what was being said. It sounded as if Stephen was talking to himself.

The floorboard under you creaked as you took a step, making the darker version of Stephen look up from your Stephen.

“Oh, hello there….” He smiled with a sinister grin. He looked exactly like your Stephen but darker. His robes were much darker than Stephen’s. You could feel the dark, unsettling aura emanating from him.

“I told you to wait outside.” Stephen scolded.

“Yeah, well, you were taking too long.” You stepped into the room, keeping a careful distance from this strange variant.

“Ahh, Y/N. Stubborn as always.” The sinister version of him smiled.

“How do you know my name?”

“How could I ever forget it? You meant a lot to me, but I sense that is something that my variant and I don't share.”

“Stephen is my friend.”

“Yeah, well, you never wanted just that, did you?” Turning your head slightly away from Stephen's eyes, you swallowed, unwilling to deny or admit to it.

“We were never ‘just friends’, Y/N.” He spoke. “This universe crumbles because I could not accept a world without you, I loved you.” You inhaled sharply, your hands fidgeting at your sides.

You always wanted to hear those words out of Stephen’s mouth, and even though this wasn’t your Stephen, the sound of his voice saying those words fill you with a sense of relief that your love for him was reciprocated.

“Y/N.” Your Stephen called. “You need to go back outside. Now.”

“Don’t tell her what to do, Stephen.” His sinister version told him. “She should know the deal we talked about.”

“No-” Stephen shook his head.

“What deal?” You looked at Sinister, then turned to your Stephen. “What’s he talking about?”

Sinister stepped closer, “Well, I was telling Stephen here that I’ll be willing to help bring you back to your universe.”

“Yeah, and?”

“I did not accept this deal-“ Stephen interrupted before sinister could respond. Whatever it was clearly made him angry. You turned to sinister, who was smiling, clearly enjoying Stephen's frustration.

“Tell me .”

“No-” Stephen went to grab your arm, but he was too late. Sinister had grabbed you first. While he shared a similar face with your Stephen, certain of his features were very different. His hair was longer, with strands falling over his temples. His beard had become overgrown and scruffy. Although he shared the same cold bluish-grey eyes with Stephen, the only difference was their emotion. With your Stephen, they were filled with stubbornness, concern, and compassion, but Sinister’s were filled with manipulation, obsession, and desire.

He leaned closer, whispering against your ear. “You let me make love to you.” his hot breath caressed the skin of your neck and ear. You pulled away from him, but he only smiled with a hungry, devious expression.

“Don’t deny it, Y/N. I see how you look at him. You’ve thought about it.” Your face grew red with warmth, and you avoided your Stephen’s eyes that were boring into you. You always maintained a professional relationship with your Stephen, but soon your feelings for him started to blossom. He was never over Christine. It broke your heart knowing that nothing would ever happen between the two of you. But listening to Sinister and his relationship with this universe’s you, sparked hope, and you felt a weird sense of temptation from his offer.

“You let me have you, and I’ll let you two be on your way back to your universe. Or I’ll kill Stephen, and you’ll stay here with me.”

“I will not offer up Y/N as a pawn for your own selfish desires- she-” You turned around, stepping towards him.

“Stephen…” you sighed, and he immediately realized you were actually considering this offer. You were reluctant to agree to his terms, although a part of you felt a hint of arousal that Stephen, variant or not, wanted to bed you.

“Y/N…” He warned. “You’re seriously not considering this.” Disbelief washed over his face.

“Yeah, well, what other choice do we have?” He shook his head, glaring at his variant. “I’m going to kill him.” He tried to storm past you, but you grabbed his arm and held him back.

“Stephen, whatever will get us back, we have to do.” He closed his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.

“Don’t you understand what he’s proposing? He means to use your body-”

“Yeah, well, I don’t have a choice, do I? He gets me at the end.” You stressed, but Stephen remained hesitant.

“Let me save you, Stephen….”

“You remind me of her… willing to do the most for us.” Sinister interrupted. “I may have to steal her from you if you don’t want her.” Before Stephen could react, you squeezed his arm, reminding him to stay calm.

He sighed, you could tell he was frustrated he had no options, no alternatives. “Fine-”.

Stephen turned to walk away but was halted. “I didn’t tell you to leave…” Sinister called. “You’re going to sit there,” he pointed to the chair. “And watch.”

“We did not agree to this.”

“I must’ve forgotten to mention the fine text of the agreement. My mistake.” Before long, Stephen stormed towards his variant, lunging at him.

“Stephen!”

You stood between them, facing your Stephen to calm him down. “No- I’m not doing this. I am not watching you fuck that man!” He pointed to Sinister, who was softly chuckling behind you.

“Why? Jealous?”He continued to tease, enjoying seeing how he was able to torment his variant.

“Of course not. It’s, it's sick-”

“I'm not letting him kill you, Stephen.” He shook his head, feeling defeated.

“I- we’re doing this to go home. Focus on that.”

He looked down at you, eyebrows furrowed and angry. But you did have a point. As heinous as it was, there was no other way.

“Just get it over with.” He scoffed. He took a seat, crossing his arms, looking over at you and his variant with an aggravated expression. A part of you felt ashamed doing this, especially in front of Stephen. It worried you it made you seem like a whore. Would this push him away from you even further?

Sinister came up behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders before placing a kiss on your skin. It sent chills down your spine, you held in your sigh, feeling shy about Stephen seeing you in this intimate state. His hands started to move down your sides, resting on your waist, just above the hem of your pants.

“I also forgot one other thing….” He whispered against your ear. He grabbed your chin, tilting it down, so you were facing forward. “I want you to look into your Stephen’s eyes while I fuck you. If you lose eye contact, then the deal’s off. Do you understand?”

You nodded. “Use your words, Y/N.” He nibbled at your ear lobe, and you moaned softly. “Y-yes.”

“Good girl.” He kissed your cheek. “Now. I want you to strip for me, show Stephen what he’s been missing.”

You swallowed, staring at Stephen as you slowly removed your clothing one by one. Your top and pants pooled around your feet. He shifted in his seat, trying to avoid your eyes but also not wanting to stare at your most intimate areas. To you, it looked like he was uncomfortable. I mean, you were too. But a part of you was aroused to be standing naked in front of Stephen.

His variant walked around you, his eyes drifting down, admiring every inch of skin on your body.

“Sweetheart- fuck, look at you. Is this all for me?” He walked up from behind you and pulled you close until your back was flushed with his body. You could feel his growing bulge on your lower back. He reached down and slid his fingers against your pussy, slowly rubbing the pads of his fingers between your lips, making you grow wetter. Your rocked your head back and sighed softly.

“He is missing out, is he?”

“Yes..” you breathed. You tilted your head up, keeping your eyes in contact with Stephen’s. You noticed he was starting to grip the chair’s hand rests while his eyes started to darken with an expression you hadn’t seen on him before.

Sinister continued to rub his fingers against your pussy lips, starting to thrust them inside you, causing you to moan louder.

“It’s okay, sweetie. It’s only us in this universe, you can be as loud as you want.” He smirks. With his other hand, he pulled down his pants, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing it against your ass. The heat of his member made you drip with arousal even more.

He pushed his cock into you with no hesitation. Your eyes widened as you gasped at the sudden contact. It was painful at first, his cock was just so big, but he stretched you out so good. A part of you wondered if Stephen’s cock felt as good as this.

Stephen’s stoic demeanor slowly turned into silent jealousy, watching you being fucked by his variant's cock and hearing the moans he was causing you.

He took note of how your skin looked- smooth and wet, glistening with your sweat. He watched your breasts, moving with every movement, your hair, and the delicate line of your collarbone. He was enthralled by you. For the first time ever, he saw you for who you were. Who you wanted him to see. His cock twitched, and his cock grew, straining under his robes.

“Look, kitten. Look what you did to Stephen. See how frustrated he is? Tell him to touch himself.” Sinister whispers into your ear. Stephen looked at you, his legs started to widen, his hips twitching. You could see the obvious bulge between his legs. Was he getting off to this?

“Go on.”

“Stephen… please.” You whimpered. You stared at him through hooded eyes until his eyes softened. “Touch yourself for me...”

He mouthed an ‘okay,’ and you watched as he started to undo his pants, pulling out his semi-hard cock. His member was dark pink, thick with veins along its length. He moved his hand up and down, and you could see his tip already dripping with his arousal. It was even better than you imagined in bed every night.

Your mind started to spiral with fantasies of him. You wished it were him you had inside you. You wanted him inside your mouth while Sinister fucked you. You wanted him to spill every single drop of cum he could offer you.

You moaned his name with Sinister’s every thrust, looking down at Stephen’s cock, as he fucked his hand at a growing tempo.

“Fuck it- look at me.” Sinister turned you around roughly, taking your head in his hands and forcing you to look at him. He pushed you until your back hit the edge of the piano. He lifted your leg and hooked it around his hip before fucking you against it. He pounded into you so hard it made the keys sound with every thrust. You cried out into his mouth, feeling pressure build rapidly in your stomach.

Watching from the side, Stephen stroked himself. He wanted to take you away from his variant and fuck you himself. His breathing grew heavy as he urged himself not to cum until you did.

“Oh, kitten, I’m so close.” He breathed, grunting with every thrust. “Tell me you’re close too.”

“I’m close, Stephen.” You moaned. Sinister growled, lifting you up and sitting you on top of the piano. He stood between your legs and pushed himself back into you.

“You’re going to look right at me while I fuck you, kitten. Understand?”

You nodded eagerly, just wanting him to move. He continued his pace, staring right into your eyes as he fucked you full.

“Tell me where you want my cum.”

“I-inside...Inside me, please.” You pleaded.

Sinister’s thrusts grew sloppy, but he maintained his speed like he was desperate to cum inside you. With each thrust, he hit that sweet spot inside you, pushing you closer to orgasm.

He gripped your waist with one hand, rubbing your clit with the other. The pressure in your stomach continued to build until it all came crashing down. You cried out in ecstasy as you wrapped your legs around him tight, grinding your hips against his cock to ride out each wave. The throbbing of your pussy was enough to make Sinister cum after you.

“Fuck-“ he grunted. His cock twitched, spurting his seed deep within the walls of your pussy. His thrusts slowed but continued to fill you up as if he was emptying years' worth of cum inside of you. He stilled after a few moments, breathing heavily against your lips.

Stephen watched you closely. Your hooded eyes, the rise and fall of your chest as you neared and reached your climax. The room sounded with your moans, and it was what sent him over the edge. He followed shortly with a choked grunt, thrusting into his hand until his cum ran down it. Sinister pulled out of you, and you glanced at Stephen, seeing the white liquid coat his right hand and base. Oh how you wanted to get on your knees between his legs and clean him up with your tongue.

Sinister, pulled you towards him, placing kisses along your shoulder and whispered “You fuck better than her.” The hairs on your skin stood, and your face grew warm with blush.

Stephen stood up, magicked away his mess. “Now, your end of the deal.” He extended his hand towards you to pull you away from Sinister, but before you could grab it, Sinister blocked the way.

“Actually, after that, how can I ever give her up?” He looked at you, the same lust in his eyes. He grabbed you, his grip on your arm tight.

“New deal. I’ll send you back to your universe, if Y/N agrees to stay with me” You looked at him, then to Stephen who was shaking his head. Before he could get any closer, Sinister bounded him with magic, stopping him.

“What do you say Y/N? You’ll be appreciated and loved here. I’ll give you everything he can’t.” He took your hand and held it softly this time. His eyes genuine with hope. You nodded slowly and he grinned, but his satisfaction would be cut short by you pulling your hand away from him.

“I’m sorry.” You quickly conjured up a spell, sending him flying out the window to his death. Stephen watched in shock, turning to you, speechless at what just happened. You walked towards Stephen, removing the binds he had.

“You couldn’t do that earlier?” He groaned in annoyance. You rolled your eyes but smirked, walking out of the sanctum with him.

You grabbed the dark hold from Sinister’s body, handing it over to Stephen. Before he could cast the spell, he turned to you. “Would you have done it?”

“Done what?”

“Stayed here?” you contemplated for a moment, but shook your head.

“No, I like our universe too much….and there is one thing I still need to do.” You grabbed his hand, pulling into a kiss. He froze for a moment before moving his lips with yours. Pulling away breathless and cheeks a flustered red. He looked down, feeling his cock twitch under his robes once again.

“I- we will continue this later.” He gave you a quick kiss and you smiled, feeling a sense of excitement for what was to come.

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[clouded-dreams2]

Sinister Evening | Sinister Strange x Fem!Reader

a/n: I’m surprised at the lack of smut fanfiction for Sinister Strange. I got a bit carried away but have this as my contribution to a good cause, or a sinister cause. 

Warings: SMUT, SMUT, SMUT. Sinister Strange. Degrading. Mention of ‘accidently’ drawing blood. Bitting. MINOR SPOILERS for Multiverse of Madness. There are more please tread carefully. 

Paring: Sinister Strange x Fem!Reader

“Sinister Strange!” You yelled for him from your shared bedroom in the Sanctum. He repositioned himself on the couch in the library, cocking his head up when he heard you call his name again. 

“My love?” He questioned, wondering why you had called him. He didn’t forget to do something, did he?  He couldn’t have, he had gotten everything done in the early morning before he went out. He got up to find you. Opening the door to your shared bedroom, he stared at your sprawled out form on the bed, watching as a vibrator teased at your pussy. His eyes narrowed while the lust overtook him. He silently got undressed joining you. He used his magic to tie your wrists to the bedpost, a silk blindfold covering your eyes before you saw him. You arched your back as you felt the dip in the bed.

“Naughty girl.” A smirk found a way to his lips, his arm was over the lower of your abdomen keeping your body from arching.

“Stephen.” You gulped, feeling his eyes tracing over you. You didn’t know he was home. 

“Did you cum?” He asked. You didn’t answer which changed the course of his actions. He would’ve been fairer if you answered him. He took the vibrator from your hand lightly placing the head of it on your clit then took it off. You moaned trying to arch your back, you needed more. You were so close to a second orgasm. 

“Did you cum?” He asked again sternly. He started kissing up your thighs. You wanted to lie to him, but you knew he would find out, he had his ways.

“Y-yes.” His icy lips made you want to cry out his name. You could feel his piercing blue eyes stare at the silk. You knew he didn’t like when you touched yourself without his permission. With a wave of his hand, you were lying on your stomach and his hand was on your ass squeezing at the flesh. 

“You came without my permission? Tsk Tsk Tsk, I better teach you a lesson.” He played with your ass, until he brought his hand down hard onto the flesh. It left a red handprint in its wake. You yelped at the feeling, knowing full well you deserved it. You hummed to his question. 

“I-I didn’t know you were home.” You spoke, moaning out when he spanked your ass again. 

“You should have waited. I have a list of wonderfully horrible things I want to do to your body. Do you intend to be drunk on your master’s cock?” He asked as he kneaded the flesh that started to get sore. 

“Y-yes.” You had a hard time trying to form words, he was giving you attention in the wrong place. You tried to wiggle your ass at him for him to take you, but you quickly lost that battle.  

“Yes, what?” He had an even darker tone to his voice. 

“Yes, master.” You knew he held a smirk on his face. He spanked your ass again.

“Yes, master. What?” He was losing his patience; you knew what he was asking for but couldn’t find the words. You needed his prompting, even if it caused some pain. 

“Yes, master. I want to be your cock drunk whore. I want you to use me to get yourself spent.” You heard a growl from Stephen. The words you spoke went right to his cock. He waved his hand again. Your blindfold was removed, your face was pressed against the sheets as your hands were still restrained behind your back. Stephen’s face buried between your thighs not giving you time to adjust to what just happened. He started eating you out groaning as he tasted your juices. He brought his arms to wrap around your hips bringing you just a bit closer to his mouth, he was laying underneath devouring you. You moaned out as Stephen tongue-fucked you, he was a leach trying your second orgasm out of you. You were close he knew it, the way your walls clenched as his tongue worked its magic earned a groan from him. If you had access to your hands, you would be working him too in a 69 position, but you let him do as he needed. Kissing and licking your folds he was intoxicated with the way you tasted. 

“Stephen~” His name rang on your lips. A wave of his hand released your hands, you went to work on him. Pumping him, moaning his name, then finally placing him into your mouth. He let out a deep groan that sent you over the edge with a muffled scream of his name. He choked on a breath as you brought him all the way into your mouth, his head hit against the pillows exposing his neck. His heartbeat raced at the sight of you sucking him off.

“My little w-whore’s mouth all n-needy for.. me.”  He tried to bite back a groan. He couldn’t help how vocal he is, he hated it but when he felt you speed up. God, did he love it. His mouth fell agape, he was a sight to see when he was close to orgasm. Head thrown back stray strands of hair sticking to his forehead, hands gripping the mattress or your skin, mouth in an O shape as he orgasmed, making some sort of noise. After all the years alone he realized how touch starved he was, every orgasm made up for the time he had no one else. It always surprised him how good another person could make you feel. He was close; he bucked his hips to meet your mouth that had set an uneasy pace. 

“Do it. F-fuck. take my milk kitten.” You hummed against his cock throwing him over the edge. He let out another deep groan of your name, next thing you knew he had your legs over his shoulders as he lined himself up. You brought your hand to move what you could of his disheveled hair behind his ear then rested your hand on his cheek. 

“Stephen.. Please.” He ran the length of his cock against your folds, letting out a low chuckle at your plea. 

“Please, what? Claim you?”

“Yes, fuck. Please fuck me master. Fuck me until I’m screaming your name. Fuck me until I can’t take it anymore.” He took your last sentence as a challenge. He dipped his hips pushing his full length inside of you.

“Needy little slut.” He gritted his teeth, his eyes hardening as he fucked into you. He gave you minimal time to adjust to his length before he fucked himself into you, reaching depths you didn’t know he could reach. All softness in his thrusts became animalistic, his temper became possessive. Growling as he snapped his hips with such a vigor, he would have you cumming in minutes. He leaned forward to bite your lower lip dragging it between his teeth before letting go to passionately connect your lips slipping his tongue into your mouth as he swallowed your moan. Battling your tongue for dominance if he tempted to pull away your mouth followed him keeping the kiss shamelessly breathing heavily out of your noses. He pulled his mouth off of your trailing wet kisses to the side of your neck forcing a hickey to the skin as he angled himself to hit your spot with every thrust. You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning out his name which quickly became a moan of what was supposed to be his name, you were practicing screaming for him. 

“Hold it, bitch. Yeah, my little bitch in heat. (y/n), my little bitch.” He brought his hand to feel your lower stomach applying just the right amount of pleasure to make you cum. He knew what he was doing, he did it on purpose. You screamed as you tried to hold yourself for him, he was nearing his own orgasm but wouldn’t let up until you came before his command. He added a little bit more pressure and you were babbling swears. You came hard on his cock he didn’t pull out. He kept fucking you through your orgasm chasing his own high, pressing harder his hand sliding down to feel his cock and with that he came, deep inside you. Riding himself through his high accidentally pulling another orgasm from you as he came. He pulled out putting you on your side as he brought your thigh above his hip fucking you again. Each hand on each side of the hip facing him, he was relentless. Using your body like you asked him, he was going to make you beg him to stop with what little voice you had left.

“Tsk Tsk Tsk.. You don’t learn. Do you prefer to act out? Are you acting out my brat? Will I have to punish you again?” How he could still form sentences baffled you, you nodded your head disagreeing. You weren’t trying to act out. Your tits bounced up and down with every thrust. His fingernails gripped harder into the skin as you threatened to move away from him. He looked up from between your bodies, enjoying how you looked getting all fucked out on his cock. He noticed a part of the bedpost started to split. The bedpost hitting against the wall with every thrust he gave in this new position. He quickly got you back to your edge, a groan escaped his lips as you tightened around him. Giving him that extra adrenaline to give three more sharp thrusts before you came his thrusts became erratic once again.

“FUCK!” He yelled out in his lust filled tone. He came with you and the both of you shared a strong orgasm, he fucked you both through your high. He noticed the marks on your body, the hickeys on your neck, the red crescent shaped bruises. He reduced himself to one more orgasm before he started shooting blanks and overstimulating himself. You were already a lost cause arching your back as you screamed. He had scratches on his arms and shoulders from both positions. He pulled out feeling a tiny bit fatigued, he wanted to try one more position. Pulling you on top of his lap, his back against the bedpost his legs came up behind your body to give you support as you fucked yourself onto his arms wrapped around his neck. He snapped his hips up and helped guide you down, this was going to be both of your last orgasm. His pace was slower but still rough. You could tell he was fatiguing; you threw your head back within minutes. 

“Mine.” He snarled, as you let out the sweetest yet the hottest moans and noises past your lips, you dug your nails into the base of his neck. Both your screwed shut as much as you wanted to see each other in pure bliss sharing the last orgasm of the night. His grunts and groans became much more prominent. You both were close, he bit and nipped at the skin he could reach accidentally drawing blood in some places. You both managed to open your eyes to stare at each other just before the big finale. He cried out your name before he and you simultaneously let out an ear shattering moan as he filled you with his cum yet again. You fell forward on him, while with his remaining strength he placed you next to him. He laid on his as you cuddled into his side, he tucked hair behind your ear, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“You’re so good to me.” He spoke assuming you were still awake. He continued with his praises to you, you took him so well and he was proud. His black fingertips gently came to rub shapes onto your back. You may have to ask him to take care of you afterwards if you wanted a bath or something else, but it didn’t mean he didn’t know how to take care of you. 

“(y/n), You are mine.” He said it to lay claim on you though it was more so directed to himself than you. His tone filled itself with an undertone of softness. He was a great lover, possessive, obsessed, etc. but he was in love. Any Stephen in love would try to be a great lover and be gentle with the right person. You just so happened to be the right person for Sinister Strange.

“I am yours.” You spoke weakly, your throat was sore. You were his and he was yours. 

“Rest.” he told you. You slipped off to sleep easily. Stephen made sure you were asleep before he even dared to close his eyes. He had to make sure you were protected before he thought about joining you in your peaceful slumber. You both knew the both of you would be sore in the morning.

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[rmoonstoner]

I woke up and chose horny jail, then promptly found out my period came in.

What I am writing:

Sinister Strange x fem!Mysticstudent!reader one shot

It is a fucking doozy.

It is a breeding kink, and he's got a kinky mouth. It is all ya get out of me.

#doctor strange x female reader #sinister strange x you #sinister strange x reader #sinister strange #sinister strange x female reader #doctor strange smut #sinister strange smut #18+ fanfic

[geeky-politics-46]

Like Bunnies

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: What better way to celebrate Easter than by doing what bunnies do best?

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - dirty talk, pet names, language, costume play, slight dom/sub, slight breeding kink, fingering, reference to oral sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, inappropriate use of the names mommy & daddy, slight mommy kink if you squint.

You and Stephen had spent all afternoon painting Easter eggs with Donna. Granted you did most of the painting. Donna spent more time playing in the vegetable dye and Stephen tried to keep the mess under control. That included keeping Donna's favorite little stuffed bunny, Bunny, it's original white color by keeping it perched on his shoulder like it was a parrot. Much to her delight and admittedly your own.

He drew the line at sporting a pair of bunny ears though. Even if they matched the ones both you and Donna were wearing, and even if no one else would see it. He was much better at being carefree and silly than he used to be, but he was still stubborn in keeping up his dark appearance. Just in case anyone entered your universe unexpectedly. 

The bright colored eggs looked nearly fluorescent against the Sanctum decor as they finished drying. Even though a good majority of them had ended up in varying shades of purple, Donna's favorite color because it matched her father's magic. She was a daddy's girl through and through.

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By the time he put her to bed you had changed into your pajamas and started hiding the painted eggs throughout the Sanctum. You left the bunny ears on. It just seemed right. 

You were in your own little world as you went about your business and were completely oblivious to the sounds of your husband entering the living room once again. Flopping down on the couch and putting his feet up on the ottoman.

"Well now, how did a Playboy bunny sneak in here? Too bad there's no way she could be any sexier than my wife is already."

Peeking over your shoulder, you saw him smiling seductively at you. One eyebrow raised as if he was daring you to come over and respond to him. His blue eyes twinkling in the lights. 

"Ha, ha, Stephen. Very funny. Are you gonna help me hide these or are you just gonna sit there and watch?" 

He gestured for you to continue. Crossing his ankles. Reclining as much as he could on the settee. Resting his chin on one hand and following your figure as you moved through the room.

"Oh, I'm just gonna watch. Save my energy for other bunny activities. Especially with such a pretty little mama bunny hopping about. I will help with one thing though…" 

A wide mischievous grin on his face as he snapped his fingers and your pj's magically transformed into a skin tight black satin Playboy bunny costume paired with sky-high black stiletto boots. Complete with white collar, cuffs, black satin bunny ears, and white fluffy cotton tail.

You couldn't help but start laughing, setting down the basket of dyed eggs you had been holding before walking over to the mirror to get a better look at yourself. On one hand you thought you looked absurd, but on the other you had to admit the bustier part of the costume did make your boobs look incredible. You also happened to notice that your name tag, which was pinned to one hip, simply said Mrs. Strange

So as you adjusted your ears so one was bent down a little more than the other you let your eyes lock with Stephen's through the mirror. Giving him an exaggerated wink and a wiggle of your puffy tail adorned bottom. Hearing the little entertained and excited growl that came from your husband gave you the most devious smile.

You turned on a heel and promptly started to sashay over to where Stephen sat on the couch. Adding an extra bounce in your step so your breasts would jiggle as you walked. Swinging your hips a little more when you caught his eyes trailing hungrily up and down your form.

"So these other bunny activities, the ones you are saving your energy for, that must be hutch building and carrot farming right? What else could a sweet little mama bunny, like me, and a big strong daddy bunny, like you, get up to all by ourselves?" 

He took your hand in his and led you over, encouraging you to straddle his lap. Your hands coming to rest on his shoulders and his hands rubbing gently up and down your fishnet stocking clad thighs. As you went to settle yourself down in his lap you gave your tail another little wiggle, making him laugh before reaching up to squeeze the soft white puff with one hand and one of your ass cheeks with the other.

You leaned down to press a quick innocent kiss to his lips before pulling back to sit up.  Checking the placement of your bunny ears while you waited for him to come up with his response. 

"Well there is something else that bunnies are quite well known for, my dear. Although I feel like we could give lots of those other bunnies a run for their money with as much fun as we have. As much as we like to fuck like bunnies." 

He teasingly trailed his index finger up and down you arms, dancing along the tops of your breasts before skimming down the center of your body. Feeling every curve and valley, all exaggerated and made more lush by your costume. His eyes glazed over in lust and adoration. Licking his lips in anticipation. 

You hummed in pleasure and let your eyes close. Enjoying the delicate way he touched you. Even when he was rougher he always paid such careful attention to how he touched and held you. Knew just the right pressure and which buttons to press to tread the line between pain and pleasure. 

You were one of the most precious things he had ever beheld, and he always treated you that way. With reverence. 

"I do believe that's how we ended up with our baby bunny."

You went to stand back up so you could finish hiding the Easter eggs before Stephen could get carried away and your evening would take a turn towards the explicit. You knew it was going that way sooner or later, and you could only hold yourself back for so long too.

He stopped you in place and refused to let you off of his lap. Instead he buried his face in your cleavage, now very much on display, leaving a trail of kisses and love nips behind. Finally letting his chin rest on your sternum and looking up at you through hooded eyes.

"Maybe I wouldn't mind making a few more baby bunnies with you. At the very least I want to keep practicing like bunnies. So what do you think mama? Gonna hop up and down on my cock like a good little bunny?"

You leaned down and pressed a deep kiss to his lips. Letting your tongue lick into his mouth as your fingers began to teasingly pull at his hair at the nape of his neck. Smiling as you heard him moan into your kiss. Slowly pulling back just enough to speak, letting your nose continue to rub against his.

"I'm always your good little bunny, aren't I?" 

You raised up off his lap just enough for him to put his legs down from the ottoman. Slowly you started to slide your body down his, moving to spread his legs and position yourself on your knees between them. Peeking up at him innocently through your eyelashes. 

"You are always very good, and very good to me too. Which is why as much as you know I enjoy seeing you on your knees for me, that's not where I want you tonight." 

You started to undo his belt and his robes. Luckily you had plenty of practice undoing all the intricate buckles and fastenings. Making quick work to get to his pants so you begin undoing them too.

"Well I just figured that really good little bunnies, especially mommy bunnies who want to take care of daddy bunnies, should help get those daddy bunny cocks ready to bounce on." 

You leaned down to press a kiss in the quickly growing bulge in his pants. Nuzzling your cheek against the shaft of his erection. Looking far too innocent and utterly sinful at the same time.

"Ears, collar, and cuffs stay on darling. I would say the boots stay on too, but my sexy little bunny can probably bounce better without them. Maybe we can have some fun with them tomorrow night. Now get that cute little ass back up here on my lap right this second, you've already done quite enough to get me ready."

Again with the snap of his fingers, as you crawled back up to straddle him once more, your costume and Stephen's robes vanished. Leaving the two of you bare except for the aforementioned accessories. He growled as he felt the heat from your skin against his. Pulling you closer and stretching his fingers to feel as much of you in his grasp as possible.

"The question is, is my sweet bunny ready for me? Hmm?" 

He wrapped one arm around your waist and let his other hand trail between your bodies. Bringing his fingertips to tease at your sex. Sliding them along your slit before pulling your pussy lips apart with his index and ring fingers just far enough to dip his middle finger inside you. Gathering your slick before moving his fingers back up to begin rubbing small circles on your clit. 

Your eyes closed and your back arched, pushing you farther into his touch. His lips attacking your neck and chest. Your hips starting to roll forwards and backwards. Eventually lowering yourself down so his hard cock slotted directly between your wet pussy lips. Not only working to get even more direct stimulation but working to spread your arousal along Stephen's shaft, getting him nice and lubed up for you.

He let his hand that had been playing with your clit drift up to play with your nipple that wasn't already being circled with his tongue. Holding his other palm on the small of your back to help you grind against him. You could feel him smiling against your breast when he heard you whimpering softly and your fingers gripping in his hair.

"You feel so perfect baby. I will never ever get enough of you darling. Love everything about you. Such a good wife and mama. My sweet, perfect, sexy bunny." 

He brought his lips up to yours and kissed you passionately. Wrapping both arms tight around you and thrusting his hips up against you. Your bodies working to mold to each other, wanting to have as much skin in contact as possible. 

"Mmm, love you too Stephen. I got so lucky when I found you here. Need to feel you inside me now baby. Need to bounce on your cock like a good slutty little bunny."

He let you pull away just enough so you could reach down and position the blunt head of his leaking cock at your opening. Exhaling in relief as you started to press your hips down, feeling your cunt start to stretch around him. The intrusion of his warm hard length making you feel whole. Feeling more complete with each veiny velvety inch.

You couldn't help but smile at the blissed out expression on Stephen's face. His eyes closed and his mouth hung open. His breathing slow and deep. All the normal lines and wrinkles on his face smoothed out or softened. He was never as at peace as he was when he was inside you.

On one hand you always wanted to stay in this moment forever. This was the side of him that you fell head over heels for. All pretense of his formidable power and all the weight he carried from what he had down forgotten momentarily, this side of him was just a normal man. This was a man that you knew you were the only one to ever witness. 

On the other hand you desperately needed to move. To make him feel good. To take your pleasure in him and let him take pleasure in you. You couldn't possibly stay still much longer.

So after getting a better grip on Stephen's shoulders, you slowly started to rock forwards and backwards. Hardly lifting up to start. Moving just enough to bring both of you back to focus. You were currently in the middle of the living room, and with a little one running around you two couldn't drag your romp out for too long.

Stephen's fingers were starting to dig tighter into your hips as each second passed. Urging you to keep going. The needy little huffs he gave through his nose were really what egged you on though. 

"That feel good Stephen? Does my pussy feel good? Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me how you want me to ride you daddy." 

A needy little groan came from the back of his throat. He knew that you already knew how good you felt and knew exactly what he wanted. The fact that you wanted him to explicitly tell you made him melt. For all his big talk you knew your big scary sorcerer had a tendency to like being a sub once you got started.

"Your pussy feels incredible, baby. You know I would spend every second of every day inside you if I could. I pretty much did before Donna. Fuck! So good." 

He bit his lower lip and emitted yet another needy high pitched moan. Finally opening his pretty blue eyes to look up directly into yours. The normal clear bright blue orbs now hazy and glassy, already so lost in the pleasure you were giving him.

"Want it harder my love. Ride me harder mommy. Want to hear you bouncing on my cock. Want you to bounce so hard you knock those bunny ears off. Need it. Need to be nice and deep in your perfect cunt.”

You took his cheek in the palm of our hand, stroking his cheekbone with your thumb. Cooing at your sweet sorcerer. You had to admit that the Playboy bunny costume had made you feel kind of powerful. The idea of not just being the subject of your husband's desires, but of so many men.

"Oh baby, let me hear you ask all nice. Say please. Say 'please my sexy little bunny, hop on my cock until i cum'. Then I will gladly do whatever you want, Stephen."

You felt his hips start to gently thrust up underneath you. Your words getting him even more excited. You could practically feel him throb as he spoke.

"Please baby, my sexy little bunny. Hop on my cock until I cum. Wanna fill you up mama. Pretty please baby."

A sly grin forming on your lips as you started to lift up and down with a little more vigor. Still starting nice and easy but picking up both your speed and force. The sound of your wet cunt gripping his length and the sound of your hips coming down on him made Stephen whimper.

You leaned down to kiss him softly, stopping your movements and placing a teasing lick across his lips. Pulling back just enough to whisper against the soft swollen flesh.

"Good boy."

His hips lurched upward at the praise and you took that as your cue to really start moving. Lifting yourself up all the way to his tip and slamming yourself back down in his lap all the way. The delicious yelp that came from your sweet sorcerer's lips was nearly enough to throw you over the edge all by itself. 

As you started to ride him hard and fast you felt his grip on your ass tighten. Holding onto you for dear life as you did exactly as he wanted, having made him ask so nicely for it. 

The sound of skin on skin became louder in tandem with the moans that fell from both of you. Your volume increasing as you felt his tip rub up against that perfect little spongy spot on the front of your inner wall. The heat starting to build in your low belly growing as you started to lose a steady rhythm. 

Chasing after your climax and rolling your hips to grind your clit against Stephen's pubic bone. You grit your teeth and dug your nails into his shoulders. Moving faster and faster. Knowing that feeling you squeeze his cock as you came would make him fall apart for you.

"Oh fuck Stephen, I'm gonna cum. Fuck up into me daddy, don't fucking stop until you feel me cum on your cock. Wanna cum so you can fill me full baby. Make me cum Stephen." 

You kept doing your best to bounce up and down on him as he started thrusting up into you. His balls slapping up into your ass and your slick starting to drip down his balls. Your black satin bunny ears finally starting to inch backwards on your head.

He gave a quick slap to your ass with both hands before he tightened his arms around you and began pounding his hips up into you. The blood rushing in his ears and your sweet little whimpers were the only things he could hear. His need to bring you to climax driving him closer to his own end.

"I can tell you're close. bunny. That's it my sexy bunny. Need to cum in you mommy. You take my cock so good. Perfect bunny, perfect fucking pussy." 

You felt yourself clamp down on his cock and drench him. Throwing your head back and successfully knocking your bunny ears off. Bringing one hand up to cover your mouth and muffle your own moans and screams your delicious release. 

Finally letting your head fall against Stephen's shoulder burying your face in his soft warm skin. Biting at the flesh there with each aftershock. Your cunt milking him more with each burst. 

His own head buried in your neck as he suddenly broke apart underneath you. Spilling inside you and filling you with his thick warm cum. His whines and pleas whispered into your ear. Slowly moving back to your lips and posessively thrusting his tongue into your mouth. Letting your kisses and your cunt battle over which one could suck his soul from his body first.

You two stayed there only a few moments. Holding each other tight and feeling both your bodies come down from their high together. You snuggled into his neck and inhaled deeply, feeling content to stay right where you were despite knowing the two of you should move from the living room to a more private space. Just in case your daughter woke up and wandered out of her room. 

Without warning you felt Stephen let one arm go from your waist and gesture into the air. Just like they had vanished before, suddenly you found yourself dressed again. 

Stephen was back in his robes but this time, instead if your pajamas or the Playboy bunny outfit you were wearing a short silky black robe. Clearly communicating that your husband had more plans for you yet that night. 

"Come on darling, let's go to the bedroom. Why don't you take a nice hot bath while I finish hiding all those eggs? Then we can get back to our bunny activities." 

With a quick kiss and swat to you ass he sent you off to prepare for what was sure to be a long and fun night. You knew you would be spending it occupied with lots more naughty bunny activities.

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The next day the three of you were piled in the large bed you shared with Stephen. Donna was contently laying across the foot of the bed coloring in the new book the Easter Bunny had brought, with her little stuffed bunny tucked under one arm, while you and Stephen were busy snuggling and sharing a bag of jelly bird eggs. He had very kindly agreed to eat all the black licorice ones that you hated. 

After Stephen gave you a thank you kiss for feeding him a jelly bean Donna cleared her throat to get both of your attention. Suddenly you found her sitting up on her little knees, arms crossed and staring at you both. Bunny was staring at you both too. She was clearly doing her best to look as authoritative as possible.

"Bunny says he thinks I need a brother or sister. We love you and daddy, but we get bored and want someone else to play with. So I don’t know how we get one, but I want one."

You aren't sure whether Stephen had talked her into asking for a sibling, and the mischievous excited smile on his face was making you doubt his innocence even more. You arched an eyebrow at him suspiciously before letting out a tiny little snort, failing to contain a chuckle. You simply shook your head before answering, speaking as much to Stephen as you were to Donna.

"Does he now? Well tell Bunny that maybe your daddy and I will see what we can do about that. If all three of you are good. You, Bunny, and Daddy."

You sneakily offered your husband an extra little wink that you knew your daughter wouldn't catch. It wasn't a promise, but it was a little acknowledgement that you would think about it. 

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Once Upon A(nother) Dream | Sinister Strange

Synopsis: The final part to Once Upon A Dream. You and Stephen dealt with the consequences of your action, or the lack there of.

Word count: 4.4K

Warnings: DARK CONTENTS !! angst, Stockholm syndrome, toxic relationship, manipulation, obsessive and possessive behavior, oral(female receiving), unprotected p in v sex (always wrap it before you tap it because consequence!), creampied, a brief moment of violence/blood/gore. MINORS DNI !! 18+ ONLY

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Once Upon A Dream

A breathless gasp slipped past your lips. Rough fingertips grazed and curled around the column of your neck. Sweat-slicked bodies moved in synchronization. 

Another powerful push knocked the air right out of you. Morality dissolved into an incoherent cry as your release inched closer. Again.

Time was irrelevant. The perpetual grayness made it impossible to know whether it was morning or night if that mattered at all.

You were roused from your sleep earlier to his mouth on your aching core, slurping and licking gratuitously at your warm, velvety heat. He was enjoying you, indulging in your warm, sweet nectar as he fisted himself. He could have woken you up with his cock delved right inside of your heat, but he took pleasure in pleasing you instead.

It was the least he could do.

If your brain was sane enough, you would have rolled your eyes. After all, you were his captive—his prisoner. As much as you despised him for tricking you and abducting you from your world, you couldn’t deny the fact that in the back of your fucked up mind, you wanted him too. 

Such a deranged thing to think of when you were held here against your will, but you knew yourself too well —loneliness always had its way with you. 

Stephen pulled himself all the way out once again before he pushed himself all the way in. His hands slid to your shoulders, forcing you to meet his brutal thrusts. He was pounding into you hard at a relentless pace, sending your body closer and closer to that edge you craved so much. Every reentry sent your body reeling. Your mind couldn’t think of anything else except for the way he was driving his hard cock  in and out of you. 

Tears smeared your face. Lips parted with pleading words, begging him pathetically to not stop as your rapture drew near. He responded with a low grunt as he leaned forward with his mouth swallowing all of your cries.

With a few hard thrusts, your body strained and convulsed underneath him. Your second orgasm ripped right through you like a tidal wave crashing against the rocks, bathing you with a sense of euphoria. 

Stephen continued to pound into you until he found his own too, filling you up till he was practically leaking out. He smiled satisfactorily at the way he had you spent and tired, and all filled up with nothing but him. 

He carefully removed himself as he used his elbows to support his weight so that he wouldn’t crush you. His lips found yours again, kissing you so tenderly as if you were lovers. He looked at you once over before he rolled you over to lay right on top of him. Your body was still humming from the last two orgasms he just gave you.

The stillness in the room was almost deafening by the way both of you laid there quietly in the comfort of each other’s arms–a moment of unspoken peace, which soon changed once the self-loathing began to bubble up again.

How long can this go on? you wondered. How long will the consequence of his action catch up to him? You were after all the anomaly of his world. This place was already on the brink of tearing itself apart. what would it take for it to just end once and for all?

“I love you,” he said softly in that deep, velvety voice that cut through your train of thoughts. 

Strange didn’t expect anything back from you when all he did was take from you. He was quite aware of his crime, but he wasn't ashamed of it. A lifetime of loneliness taught him that. His admission came from his heart, or whatever was left of what he believed to be love. Even if this was merely a fleeting moment among a lifetime of solitude, it was more than enough to make him feel something more than indignation.

Your chest twisted at the way he uttered the words out loud. A part of you wished you both were in different circumstances because those were the words you ever wanted to hear. But not like this, not when they were the price of your freedom. 

“If you love me you wouldn’t keep me here,” you said softly back.

“It is the only way…plus, you were more than willing…”

“You tricked me.” You pull back slightly, but Strange held you there so you couldn’t see his expression. 

“We were desperate for each other. I just did what you couldn’t do. You may deny it all you want, but deep in your heart, you know that I’m right.” It was the truth after all. “If there is any consolation, I will always be yours.”

“You don’t have much of a choice here, Stephen.”

You could feel his body shake slightly as he chuckled darkly. It wasn’t funny. He just found you ridiculous sometimes. After all that he had done for you, you still haven’t realized that these were all for you: tearing worlds apart, ripping reality into shreds just so that you and he can be together. 

“I do have every choice. Your existence is endless across the multiverse, sweetheart.”

You bit your lips, trying to control your anger. A sudden wave of violent thought floated through your head at the idea of him replacing you with another you, who was probably more than willing to be with him. Something in you clicked and you reacted without any hesitation.

“Then have another me and take me back to my world!” You slapped his chest and tried to get off of him, but Stephen’s hand was around your wrist immediately and dragged you back to him. 

“It’s quite flattering to have you act up like this but rest assured, you are the only one I ever wanted. Plus,” Strange lifted your left hand. A soft purple glow appeared on your skin.  “We are bound for eternity, darling. Your life force is connected to mine, so even in death, you will always be mine.”

“Fuck you,” you gritted your teeth as you tried to yank your arm away from him but to no avail. 

Strange flipped you over onto your back. You found yourself breathing quite heavily at his sudden roughness. A part of you wanted him to do more–toss you around the bed, turned you over, and fuck you face down.

You shuddered at the image of him driving his cock in and out of you while his hand pressed against the back of your head, pinning you there as he used you and showed you who’s in charge. 

The thought made your pussy ache.  

Strange looked at you with complacency. “Oh trust me, you did just that. We both know it too. You enjoyed fucking me as much as I enjoyed fucking you.” He cupped your chin firmly, forcing you to look at him. “I am not the only twisted one here, darling.” 

You exhale shakily when you feel his hand ghosting over your aching pussy. He slowly rubbed your still sensitive clit with his fingers. You could feel your desire slowly envelop your body once more as the need to be taken by him ignited again. 

His eyes darkened with lust, his lips were still swollen from your two previous sessions. His cock slowly sprung to life as it brushed against your stomach, making your throat go dry. 

“You’re wet,” he said a-matter-factly. “You said you hate me, but clearly, your pussy wants me.”

“Fuck you,” you hissed which slowly melted into a low drawn-out moan when you felt him pushed in two fingers inside you. Your mouth hung agape as he began to move them in and out of you. A mixture of your breathless panting and the squelching sound of your pussy filled the quiet, stillness of the sanctum.  

“And here I thought you were thoroughly fucked already.” Strange smirked as he watched you slowly losing yourself again under his touch.  “Look at this—your pussy still wants me,” he purred as he slowly withdrew his two digits away from your dripping core before he pushed them back in. “You’re as greedy as ever, darling. Whatever shall I do with you?”

Words failed you when all of your nerves set ablaze. He was already knuckled deep inside you, yet here you were, too damn proud to admit that you in fact wanted him as much too. It was almost sickening the way your body simply surrendered to him this easily.

His mouth latched on to your perked nipple, licking it and gently nipping at it till you moaned out. Warmness flooded your body as you were trying to grasp onto whatever sanity left in you to just push him away. 

His eyes were on you as he slowly licked over the taut bud, making it a show that only made you ache for more.

“Beg for me,” he commanded before he gently pressed his teeth down to your taut bud. You pressed your lips together, refusing to bring him that sort of satisfaction despite the delicious pain that he brought you.

“Such a stubborn girl,” he purred against your skin, sending the reverberation straight to your core. His thumb pressed firmly against your clit, fingers stopped moving altogether as he slowly sat up and stared down at you. “Fine. Be stubborn,” he said before he withdrew his fingers from your sopping pussy altogether and got up to his feet.

A loud whine escaped from you as you desperately grasped his hand. “Please fuck me,” you mumbled almost inaudibly. 

“I cannot hear you, darling. What do you want from me?” he tilted his head, his hand slowly stroking his cock as he watched you with deliberation. 

You bit your lips as you glared up at him. “Fuck me…Please.”

A knowing smirk etched upon his features as he knelt down on the mattress. Strange spread your legs widely as he settled himself between your thighs. The head of his cock nestled in between your glistening folds, but he made no move to push himself in.

He watched you reacting to his teasing, smirking at the way your brows drew together in pure frustration. Reaching between the two of you, he grasped his shaft and slowly rubbed the head up and down your folds, then pushed it till it brushed against your clit, gently tapping it enough that your body twitched beneath him.

You couldn’t take it anymore as you push your hips to meet him, wishing that he would just fuck you already. His nostrils flared as he felt your wetness coat the head of his cock. He was aching to fuck you as much as you were aching to be fucked him, and the fact that you were so unapologetic about it, made his desire spurred up even more.

Grasping his erection, he fitted right at your entrance. A smile quirked at the corner of his lips as he eased himself in. Inch by inch, he moaned and groaned deep within his chest, enjoying the way you slowly consumed him, enveloping him with nothing but your warm silky heat.

“Fuck…” you uttered out loud as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, hooking your ankles at his ass as he began to push. You could feel his muscles strained and corded from the movement. Strange planted his hands on either side of you as he pumped in and out of you vigorously, holding himself in the deepest possible position within you before he pulled himself all the way out in a tantalizing rhythm.

“Yes, please, please I’m so close,” you pleaded. He grunted as he sped up his thrusts, plunging and rocking against you. Your body began to flutter around him again. Stephen gritted his teeth as he felt your orgasm start to ripple through you, squeezing him so tightly that he could feel his own near as well. 

His lips pulled back into a snarled, nostrils flared as he drove into you strenuously till spurts of his white, hot seme erupted from his body as he continued to delve into your warmness. All you could do was lay there. Your chest rose and fell as you watched him delve into you even if he spent the last drop inside of you. 

Strange shuddered above you as he gave the last push and stayed there. His stillness almost scared you before he slowly withdrew himself from your heat and rolled onto his back. Once again, you were greeted by the sound of your panting and heavy breathing. Your body was aching at that point. So tired and spent from the moment you woke up that you found yourself drifting back into another sleep.

Time was insignificant here. The everlasting coldness and the isolation from the rest of humanity made it feel dreadful when there was no moon or sun to guide you. You had no concept of how long you have been here, and Strange refused to tell you, which frustrated you even more. One thing that was certain though was the routine between you and Strange. If you two weren’t too busy arguing, you were fucking each other till one of you passed out. 

Your emotions ran higher than usual and you were more irritable at Strange. Sometimes you were crying at the slightest thing, which worried him greatly. As knowledgeable as he was in the mystic arts, no amount of research prepared him for this sort of onslaught of emotions.

One evening you found yourself rushing out of the dimly lit dining room at the smell of the food that was offered to you. You weren’t aware of it at first, but Stephen was standing right outside of the bathroom, watching you worriedly.

“Are you alright?”

You wiped your face with some water before turning and nodded, though your stomach was still feeling quite uneasy. “Just the smell…it made me nauseous,” you mumbled as you walked past him. “What the hell did you put in the food?”

With hands behind his back, Strange looked at you inquisitively. His dark brows pulled slightly together. “Not more than the usual amount of salt and pepper…”

“Oh…” you frowned. 

Strange’s hand was on you, palm pressing flatly against your stomach. 

“What are you–”

A faint purple light radiated under his palm. He suddenly withdrew his hand from you as if you had burned him. You wanted to ask him what he was doing, but when you looked up, you realized something was wrong.

“Stephen…” You were careful with your tone as you slowly reached out to him, but Stephen jerked away in a startle. You watch his eyes well up as a single drop of tear rolled down his cheek. He was looking at you then at his shaky palm before he covered his face and began to sob in it.

You were too stunned to speak when you witnessed such emotion pouring right out of him for the very first time. You have always thought that he was callused and cold, but now watching him slowly breaking down awakened something within you.

“Stephen…” you called out to him again. “What’s wrong?”

It took him a moment to finally compose himself as the realization slowly set in. The next word he spoke though, made your stomach flip.

“You’re pregnant,” he was finally able to speak, but even then his voice cracked. 

The word pregnant hasn’t quite registered with you properly as you sat there staring at him. Your initial thought was how, but you remembered that you and Strange were fucking like dogs in heat since you got here, and to be quite frank, you haven't been safe while doing so either. To add insult to your injury, the lack of sense of time made it difficult to track your period. 

“I–,” you couldn’t find any words to say. Your hand instinctively clutched your stomach before looking up at his tears and brimming eyes. “What do I do?”

Strange’s eyes softened when he heard the tremor in your voice, and for the first time since you’ve been here, you have noticed the blue in his eyes as he knelt down in front of you. You once remembered how beautiful they were by the way they changed colors under different lights. Somehow this made you yearn to be touched by him.  

Stephen took your hand in his and pressed your palm against his lips. The tenderness made you teared up. You weren’t supposed to feel anything for him, but for that instance, his vulnerability melted the ice in your heart, and you caved in.

“What do you want to do?”

The question surprised you. For a man that abducted you here to ask for your opinion was almost laughable. 

“Clearly you want me to keep it.”

“Well, yes…it is mine after all, but…it is not about me now, is it? You are its mother…if you have no desire to be one right now, I won’t force you to do it.”

You let out an uncomfortable laugh suddenly. “Oh, that’s very rich coming from you.”

Stephen frowned at the way you responded. He was used to you cursing at him but not like this. He took a few deep breaths before he started. “My devotion is to you, and only you. Whatever you decide–whether to keep this or not, I’ll support you.”

You stared at him as more unknown emotion poured right out of you as you stared at him through your tears. “What–Are you–” you were practically heaving at this point as your lungs felt like it was being squeezed. “Are you suggesting that you can end this?”

Strange’s lips pressed into a thin line. As much as raising a child in the image of you and him was his dream, he had to accept that if you weren’t willing to carry it, there was no point. Plus, he was unsure what your pregnancy would be like in this fractured world. He has already lost you once, and his grief alone made him commit the most unthinkable acts. Losing you again would be unbearable. 

He nodded, though you could clearly see his somber expression. You didn’t quite know what to say at this moment exactly. 

“And if it happens again, what? Are you going to keep–” you stopped yourself as more tears began to form in the corner of your eyes.

“Whatever makes you happy,” he said softly.

“But is that going to make you happy?”

Stephen looked at you. He wanted to say no. He wanted to tell you that he was afraid of it as well. He wanted to tell you that the idea of it all hurt him dearly, but for a terrible man like him, happiness was unattainable. But instead, he asked you, “why does it matter?”

“Because I–” you stopped yourself suddenly, realizing the words you were about to say to him. 

For that moment, you realized that through all of these tears and pain, you wanted him as much as he wanted you. Even if it was in a form of his twisted version of love, he was more than willing to give his heart to you,  no matter how many times you have trampled it.  

Your thought was interrupted though by the sound of the sanctum door groaning as the heavy wooden door opened lazily. Stephen’s expression changed completely as he got to his feet. Those once deep sapphire eyes slowly turned gray as the air around you thickened. You could clearly see a soft glow of purple enveloping your body. 

“Stay here.”

Before you had time to ask, he had already disappeared behind the heavy wooden door. 

You sat there waiting. And waited. 

You didn’t know how long you sat there holding your breath and trying to listen for any signs. But Then the sanctum shook slightly and a loud screaming of another male voice came from the main hall.  All of your thoughts went to him. Fear gnawing at your inside as you hug yourself.

Taking a few deep breaths to calm your nerves, you slowly made your way downstairs where all of the commotions came from. Dread filled you with every step you took. Many awful thoughts went through your head as you peeked behind the door. 

Squinting through the haze, you could easily make out the soft purple glow of Strange’s magic. You noticed a body was strung up high above him. His third eyes opened, glaring at the person before him with a menace that chilled you to your bone. A cruel smile etched upon his features. Those once kind eyes that were looking at you with tears were no longer there. It was replaced with the face of a man filled with cruelty and sadism. 

Tearing your gaze away, you found another body lying in a pool of blood….Your eyes then locked into a blank stare of a face laying beside the lifeless body. Bile began to rise up before you realized who it was.

“W-wong…” you managed to say out loud before you threw up. 

Stephen’s head whipped in your direction. Anger filled him as he looked at you disapprovingly.

“What are you doing here?! Didn’t I say to stay put?!”

“What is happening?” you said in between sobs when your eyes drifted to find another Stephen Strang that was strung up with his limps spread apart. 

“Y/N?! You weren’t supposed to be alive in this world…You used the Darkhold to bring her here, didn’t you?! No wonder this place is collapsing on itself!”

“Shut it!” Strange growled as his fingers slowly curled into a fist. A loud scream of agony emitted from the other man as his body strained. “You have no right–no right at all to take anything from me!”

“It’s not yours! Your abuse of power is what has been causing incursions across the multiverse! That damn thing needs to be destroyed before anyone else finds it!”

“If,” he said darkly before closing his palms. An agonizing cry ripped out of the other Strange’s mouth. A wet, cracking sound filled the silence as blood splattered and poured on the floor before you. 

You watched, clearly stunned at the scene before you that your knees simply gave out. You didn’t know how long you were there or when Stephen had carried you back into the bedroom.

“What have you done?” was all you could manage to ask as another wave of nausea took over you.   

“Protecting us,” he said simply.

“By killing?”

“I’ve done this many times before. It’s nothing new.” 

Your stomach twisted into a knot at the way he was unhinged at his own action. 

“It’s wrong, Stephen.”

“He was going to kill you anyway since you don’t belong in my world. I’m just stopping the inevitable from happening! Do you not see what I am trying to do here? I’m trying to keep you from dying!” He covered his head in his hands.

“Am I fated to die then?”

The question made him look up. Pain filled his expression. “I don’t know. I searched thousands of dreams before I brought you here. In some, we were happy together, and some…we lived without each other.”

“What about this one then? I’m not supposed to live on this one. Is this why this world is falling apart? By keeping me here, you are defiling the natural order, Stephen. It’s wrong!”

“Then let me be wrong! I don’t give a damn about anything anymore! I just want us to be together. Why can’t you see it?! We can be one happy family here,” he said, cupping your face in his hands. He looked almost on the edge of insanity. “I will destroy whoever dares to defy me and try to take you away from me. I’ll rip the worlds apart if I have to.”

You shuddered as you stared at him tears fell down your face before he pulled you into a kiss. Deep in your heart, you knew you were bound to him, mind and soul until both of you perished into nothingness. 

And deep in your heart, you knew that he meant every word he said too.

Epilogue:

Earth-616

“Do you ever wonder what our lives would be like in another universe?” Wong asked with hands behind his back as he and Stephen walked across the courtyard of Kamar-Taj. 

Spring had just begun as the smell of the flowers wafted in the air. The slight chill of the breeze made him shudder slightly,

“Hm, I really don’t think about it often enough,” Stephen chuckled softly. “Why are you asking all of a sudden?”

“Just a question of curiosity. You know, I do wonder if I’m still in charge here in another life.”

Stephen rolled his eyes. “Beat me. ”

“Do you think our dreams are just another view into our lives in another world?”

Stephen looked at Wong for a moment. If this was true, it made him wonder about his dream last night. It has been years since you were gone, and there wasn’t a day that he didn’t miss you.  But what he saw last night felt more real than anything he has ever experienced before.

You and he were standing at the edge of the fractured world. Cold and gray, devoid of any life. Skulls and bones lay across the landscape. There was an air of longing and loneliness. The sanctum was slowly falling apart, closer to collapsing upon itself, yet he saw you smiling warmly directly at him as if he was the sun. Then he looked down to find you carrying a small bundle you held close in your arms. 

It was blurry, but he remembered a small hand grasping at his finger, holding it there. It felt real, so real that when he woke up, he felt tears dampening his face. 

If what Wong said was true, it made him wonder if that kind of world was possible–an existence that was closer to the brink of disintegration, yet a new life began on it. It was almost poetic.

“Y’know. I’ll get back to you on that one.”

A/N: I really didn’t plan to make this a two-parters because I’ve never thought about how this should end. I like to leave the ending to your interpretation, so maybe this won’t satisfy you, and maybe this will. How I see it, it’s kind of their own happy ending in a way, even if it’s a sad one.

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A Relieving Light (Preview)

Pairing: Sinister Strange X Fem Reader

Synopsis: Waking in a world that is not your own, you see a man before you that looks oddly like the man you once loved.

A/N: This is kinda proofread and not complete yet. It honestly feels like garbage. But I couldn’t help but post a bit of it. Ive missed writing for this dark prince ❤️

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The air was thick inside the grand bedroom as he slowly placed his scarred hands behind his back; scars that reflected his foolish past. Stroking the calloused lines of his hands Sinister couldn’t help but be lost in thought. His tired eyes bounced between the storm raging outside, and the beautiful maiden now sleeping peacefully in his bed. Passed out from the stress and toll of the day before, you were a intriguing creature to say the least. Part of his mind thought between sending you back, but there was something greater that begged him to have you stay.

Perhaps it’s a sudden burning desire to be near someone again? Oh no, it couldn’t be that…for the many years of being alone have not been kind to Stephen. Not that it wasn’t partially due to his own life choices. But with the years of being the only soul left in his world, Stephen Strange was suddenly thinking a million things at once. The natural instinct was to always keep your guard up.

Sinister didn’t know how you found his haunted house, all he could recall was suddenly seeing a flash of white and then black. Next thing he knew he heard a loud crash coming from the main room; his natural response was in no doubt be on the defense. For the creatures that lurk in his mind were something far more to fear in his eyes compared to a simple woman. Hearing a soft groan Sinister shifted his head suddenly in your direction as he watched you finally stir awake.

Rubbing your eyes things slowly shifted into focus, including the tall man before you. Stepping forward taking a seat at the foot of the bed his eyes never left you. Making a simple gesture of his hand he ignited the many candles surrounding the dimly lit room. There before you wasn’t the Stephen Strange you thought, but a much more different variant.

For his eyes still captured the same spirit as the man you once loved. But as your eyes slowly trailed down to take in his features you couldn’t help but notice the slight hollowness of his cheeks accompanied by a longer more disheveled goatee. The ravenous colored threads cradled his handsome features that in turn gave an air of elegance about him.

Something about this Stephen felt…different.

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A Real Man

+18 Smut

Pairing: Defender!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Y/n's past traumas and inexperience with relationships lead her to start a romance with one of the worst students at Kamar Taj. When her heart is broken, Stephen offers to teach her what it's like to love a real man, leading her to experience sensations she never imagined before.

Word Count: 10,5k

Warnings: Mentions of childhood sexual abuse, mentions of trauma and psychological issues, huge age gap, sexual content including oral sex with both male and female receiving, masturbation with male receiving, p in v, creampie.

A/N: Hey guys I finally managed to find time to post!

I'd like to clarify that this version of Defender belongs to another timeline, it's not the same pair I usually write about. We have a Stephen here who has just created the Defenders, is still teaching at Kamar Taj, and is not yet the Sorcerer Supreme. The reader is also a student of kamar Taj, but is decades younger than Stephen. I'm so happy with this fic, I hope you like it. ;)

Stephen approached you from behind while you were absently sitting at the desk in the library trying to read, but he could see from afar that you weren't reading anything, your head was turned forward and not to the book and your gaze was fixed as if you were contemplating an immense abyss within yourself.

You were one of his students at Kamar Taj, you were young, twenty-two to be precise and yet you had so much weight on your shoulders and a shadow in your eyes that he himself could recognize as trauma. Maybe that was what made you stand out among the other students.

Not that you weren't beautiful, you were very beautiful, but what made him see you was this sadness, an almost palpable melancholy that surrounded you. He'd been dying to walk over and ask what was wrong, but he never had the courage to do so.

He went so far as to ask Wong about what he knew about your past and Wong sighed heavily "That girl has endured more than anyone should. There's a lot of strength in her, Strange, but there's also a lot of anger, bitterness, pent-up feelings that perhaps one day come to light in catastrophic ways."

Stephen didn't ask any more questions, but Wong's answer only increased his curiosity about you. It didn't help that he was your teacher and saw you every day, even with all the sadness that never left your eyes he was the only person tham seem to make you smile.

A beautiful smile, shy, discreet, but full of sincerity. You once blurted out at the end of a class that he was your favorite teacher. That filled Stephen's heart with a new feeling he didn't remember feeling before, but it also made you apologize for your boldness and run away with your face completely pink.

A friendship was born between you. Sincere, serene, respectful. Even though he knew that deep down he felt more than just affection for you, he was determined to keep things as they were, after all you trusted him as your teacher, maybe you saw him as a father figure or something, he was more than twice your age. When Stephen thought that way he felt not sad, but uncomfortable. Could it be that a friend was all he could be for you?

Things got worse for him when you started an affair with another student. Hugh was older than you but certainly younger than Stephen and was not considered an example or good company for other students by any Master at Kamar Taj.

Stephen felt jealous, but it wasn't just that, it was more, it was a feeling of alertness, of concern, as if he'd known from the start that Hugh meant you no good and was taking advantage of you feeling lonely.

For a while he convinced himself that it was just jealousy, but as your relationship blossomed in front of him and the feeling that something was wrong grew, Stephen did what he did best: playing the detective and digging into Hugh's personal life and it didn't take long for him to discover that the young man was married, had a daughter in the hospital undergoing treatment for terminal cancer, and was at the Kamar Taj seeking enough knowledge to save his daughter.

Stephen thought about how to tell you all this without it sounding intrusive, in the end he decided to gather all the files he found, put them in an envelope and left them on your desk with a note.

I AM REALLY SORRY. STEPHEN.

He feared that it would push you away and destroy your friendship, but it was just the opposite. You started to trust him more, to be more open with him and, little by little, you even managed to tell him about the abuse you suffered as a child, abuse that lasted for years and only stopped when you ran away from home and found shelter at Kamar Taj. You were 12 years old. The Ancient One was still alive and she saw your future clearly deciding to keep you as some kind of maid until you reached 14 so you could begin your training.

Stephen had been at Kamar Taj for 2 years and was already Master of the NY Sanctum when you arrived, he basically watched you grow and turn into a beautiful woman and then somehow he couldn't stop inappropriate feelings from taking over him even though he was more than determined that he never would try anything.

It had been weeks since the truth came out and you ended your relationship in a painful way as witnesses reported. And there you were now in the library pretending to study, not eating well, not sleeping well and he worried about you in ways he couldn't describe.

When the Ancient One died, in fact the day she died she told you that you and tephen had enormous potential together and that he would need you on his journey to become the new Sorcerer Supreme and that you would need him to free yourself from the darkness that inhabits your heart. It took you months to tell him that and he has never been able to forget those words.

Hence the desperate feeling of protecting you from any harm that led him to discover the truth about Hugh.

He cleared his throat to let you know he was close by.

"Can I sit next to you? I know you're not reading anyway."

You smiled nodding sadly at him, your eyes filled with tears. He sit.

"Y/n I'm so sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have butted in, I just felt like something wasn't right and when I found out I couldn't keep the truth from you. But now I am not so sure anymore."

You shook your head understanding. "I know. Thank you, Stephen, I guess I can call you just Stephen isn't that right?" I just realized I keep doing it, sounds disrespectful."

He smiled reassuring "Never. Of course you can call me Stephen."

You sighed closing the book that coincidentally dealt with forgetting spells. He looked at the book and looked at you worriedly "These spells are way beyond your level and if Wong finds out you're considering trying using any of them..."

"Are you really going to rat me out to Wong?"

"If it's to keep you safe, yes. Besides, you can't forget a whole life, just pieces of it, Y/n and it's still too dangerous."

You shook your head negatively and he held your hand firmly "If you don't tell me I won't be able to help"

You nodded and remained silent. There were tears on your eyes.

Stephen had to restrain himself from pulling you into his arms. He wanted to protect you from your past, from your parents, from the world, to tell you that he wouldn't allow anyone else to hurt you, but he stopped himself. "Tell me what exactly do you want to forget"

You sighed "The things Hugh said to me before he left"

Stephen waited for you to continue.

"It's embarrassing, I don't know if I should..."

"Only if you trust me. If you trust me, Y/n, you can tell me anything"

You nodded, running your hand over your face and wiping away your tears. "He said he was only staying with me because he was looking for what his wife didn't give him at home."

Stephen barely noticed when his teeth ground together.

"As you well know I never had anyone, because of what happened when I was a child I was always afraid, I always thought that sex was something bad and wrong, but with him... well, it never felt right, but I thought it was. I didn't… I don't know if I did things the right way or not, but he liked it and I thought it was okay, but..."

Stephen was holding back from showing how furious he was. "Go on"

You covered your face with your hands in embarrassment "He said only a whore has sex that way and that he was disgusted with me..." You started sobbing "I don't know what he's talking about, I thought he liked me, I thought I was doing everything right..."

Stephen pulled you into his arms instinctively and you sighed in surprise but wrapped your arms around him anyway and allowed yourself to cry and he let you, he just stayed there for you. When the torrent of tears had passed he cupped your face and made you look at him "There's nothing wrong with you, do you hear me? Hugh lied to you, saw your weakness and inexperience and took advantage of it. If there's anyone wrong and disgusting in this story is him."

Stephen stopped wondering if he should continue that conversation, but decided he was already too deep into it to stop now. "There is no right or wrong way for a woman to have sex, we are not in the 15th century anymore."

You nodded and then your face got red probably from realizing the kind of conversation you were having. You were friends but never talked about sex before.

"I probably shouldn't be talking about this with the Sorcerer Supreme."

He shook his head, "I'm not the Sorcerer Supreme yet, as you well know."

The position had been taken temporarily by Wong while Stephen went through all the tests the Vishanti demanded.

You sighed running your hands over your face to wipe away the tears "Can I ask you something?"

Stephen sighed pushing the book as far as possible on the desk "I would do anything for you. Even a forbidden spell like this that would get me in trouble with Wong..."

Stephen nodded already knowing what you would ask.

You pushed the book towards him "It’s too advanced for me anyway, but definitely not for you so… could you make me forget the things he said to me?"

"But..."

"I don't think this is the best way to deal with what happened. Y/n, there's always been a shadow over you and your sex life. You told me about the horrors you were inflicted on at home and as far as I know, that shit man was the only man you had besides your abuser."

You nodded, mortified that Stephen was saying those things so openly to you.

"Forgetting what he said won't erase your traumas. Neither the old ones nor the new ones that Hugh created. You'll forget the reasons, but the feeling will still be there."

You traced the scars on Stephen's hand with your fingertips nodding vehemently and he sighed with relief that you understood.

He sighed and held his shaky hand out to you. You held it in yours.

"Imagine for a second…” He said “…that I use such a spell to forget my trauma, my accident. The shaking, the scars would still be there, I just wouldn't remember why."

"I just wanted this feeling to go away. I keep hearing his voice in my head, the things he said, the way he said, it makes me sick. I just want to feel better and normal."

Stephen nodded "There are better ways to make you forget him. To make you feel good about yourself and show you that sex isn't a bad thing."

You looked at him confused and he smiled sheepishly "You can refuse if you want, dammit, you might even hate me for bringing this up now, but… Y/n I've always been in love with you."

You still seemed to struggle to understand what he was saying. "You never said anything to me. I thought I was your friend."

Stephen nodded "You are. My best friend but I've always wanted more. I just never got up the courage to say so because you're my student and you are so young,  I've known you for years, I saw you growing and it seems inappropriate..."

"Stephen…"

He put his index finger to your mouth. "Please let me finish."

You nodded.

"I've never tried anything because I'm so much older than you are, but after everything you've told me, after everything that's happened... maybe you need a little experience to show you what it's like not just to have sex, but to make love."

You were speechless, your mouth went agape, your heart was pounding so hard in your chest it felt like it was going to burst. You've always had a crush on Stephen, ever since you were a little girl and had just arrived at the Kamar Taj, but it was always something silly, you never thought you had a chance precisely because you were too young. You thought he wouldn't be interested in you.

Stephen grew more nervous with each passing second that you remained silent. Had he crossed a line? He shouldn't have said that right then, it was inappropriate, it would seem like he was also trying to take advantage on you. Damn it, maybe he used the spell after all, but to make you forget what he said.

"I've never been kissed" You said suddenly. "Hugh... he used to kiss my lips quickly, with his mouth shut. Maybe he was disgusted of me, I don't know. I don't even know how to actually do it"

Stephen smiled at you and touched your face, pulling a strand of your hair behind your ear "Can I show you how it feels like?"

You nodded vehemently. Stephen could feel your entire body shaking as he approached. He rested his other hand on the back of your neck gently and pulled you close, your mouths so close he could feel your warm breath.

He kissed you. Just a touch of lips and then he ran the tip of his tongue between the line of your lips and you parted them instinctively. You sighed in surprise when Stephen's tongue entered your mouth. It was so intimate, so different and at the same time it didn't feel bad or wrong. He caressed your tongue gently with his, gently touched the roof of your mouth and you couldn't help but let a soft moan escape your lips.

Stephen ended the kiss with a light bite on your lower lip and then pulled back and stared at you as if analyzing your reaction. Your face was red, as were your eyes full of tears, but there was a smile on your lips, a happy smile that Stephen had never seen before.

"So…how was your first real kiss?"

You blushed even more and Stephen had the feeling that he was dealing with a virgin and that didn't make him back down or intimidate him, on the contrary. He wanted to erase all the bad experiences from your mind and show you how life could be something good, and that sex was special and good when done with someone who cares about you. Not that he had much of that. In recent years Stephen only had one-night stands with women he couldn't even remember the names and which only served to increase his loneliness. But he had someone he cared about once, who sex was something special, so he knew what he was talking about.

"Can we do more…now?" You asked and he sighed in relief realizing that you hadn't been even more traumatized by his onslaught.

He smirked "Call me old-fashioned, but I'd rather take you to dinner with me first, far away from here."

"Like on a date?"

"Precisely on a date"

Your smile widened even more "I would love that"

"Tomorrow at 8pm?"

"Tomorrow is Friday, I have a spell class at 7pm"

Stephen smirked "And who is your teacher?"

"You"

"Well, consider yourself released from tomorrow's class. You are much more advanced than your class anyway. I'll ask another Master to administer the class and we can go."

He got up to go and you took his hand "Stephen... thank you"

"For kissing you?"

"For being you. For everything"

He took a step towards you and leaned down and just when you thought he was going to kiss you again he planted a long lingering kiss on your forehead and somehow it felt as intimate as the first kiss. "See you tomorrow, Baby. Try to sleep, okay?"

You nodded.

"And put that book away or I'll tell Wong"

…

You couldn't sleep a wink at night, but this time it wasn't because you were thinking about all the horrible things that had happened to you, you were thinking about Stephen. That charming, educated, extremely intelligent and handsome man. Above all Stephen was beautiful. Maybe it was probably the full beard that adorned those high cheekbones, but then there was also the hair. That always perfect ponytail, with strands of silver hair that somehow made those blue oceanic eyes stand out even more. You realized you've never seen Stephen with his hair down...

You gave up trying to sleep and got up around 5am and went to the kitchen to make some tea. You imagined that the kitchen would be empty at that time, but you found Wong doing the same thing you intended to do.

"Couldn't sleep either?" The Sorcerer Supreme asked.

You grimaced as you sat down and accepted the cup of tea that Wong handed you. "Too much on my mind I guess"

He stared at you as if he could read your mind and then he smiled to himself going back to making tea for himself now " I always wondered how long it would take for you and Strange to get it right"

You looked at him confused and your face turned slightly red. "What do you mean?"

"The walls have ears and eyes here, y/n, and they all work for me."

You sipped your tea "I think everyone should mind their own business instead of spying on others." You paused for a second "With all due respect, sir"

Wong pretended he didn't hear what you said and just continued talking as if he was talking more to himself than to you. "At 22 you have exceeded all my expectations, just as the  Ancient One predicted. Stephen is also progressing fast, I believe he will take over as Sorcerer Supreme in less than three months. It is good that you have each other, the universe needs protection and Stephen needs your support."

You sighed "Right now I need him more than the other way around"

Wong shook his head, sipping his tea "Destiny's plans can be difficult to understand, but I never doubted the Ancient One's prophecies."

You choked on your tea "Did she make a prophecy about me and Stephen?"

Wong just smiled and left the kitchen with his cup of tea in hand.

…

You spent the day between one class and another and your free time hiding in the library, Stephen was busy and you constantly looked at the clock counting the minutes to finally see him again. The things Wong said in the morning kept coming to your head and didn't help much and you were anxious and nervous for what was to come, but most of all, you were feeling good. It was as if Stephen had the power to take all your negative thoughts and turn them into expectation, an opportunity for something inexplicable.

You finished your last class at 6:30pm and instead of heading to your last class of the day as you normally would, you went up to your room and took a shower to get rid of the Kathmandu heat, but mostly to clear your head. When you got out of the shower and sat on the bed distractedly combing your wet hair, you saw a small piece of paper folded on top of your bedside table. You recognized Stephen's handwriting.

MEET ME AT THE NY SANCTUM AT 8PM. STEPHEN

You smiled, staring at the note in your hands and dedicate yourself to drying your hair and curling it and then finding a suitable outfit for your date. It would help if you knew what exactly Stephen had in mind. In the end, you ended up opting for a short pink dress.

…

Stephen heard the sound of a portal opening. He remembered perfectly the first time you opened a portal, you were so young, you must have been fourteen at the time. He pushed the thought away before he started to feel old and dirty.

He finished lighting the last candle on the table he had carefully set for the two of you. A smile played over his lips as he heard the sound of heels clicking against the hardwood floor in the foyer. He snapped his fingers getting rid of the apron he was wearing so as not to soil the impeccable suit he chose to wear that night, his hair was tied tightly in a ponytail.

He was getting to you when he heard your voice calling to him in a bit of confusion and when he finally saw you his heart sped up in his chest. You were beautiful. He was so used to seeing you in student robes, your hair always tied back. That night you were wearing a pink dress and heels and your hair was curled carefully, curls falling to the middle of your back. You took your time getting ready for him.

"Stephen..." You looked at him with owe. You were also just used to seeing him in his black and red robes. He walked over to you and touched your face which immediately turned pink "You look beautiful, Y/n. I hope you had a productive day."

You shrugged "Not much to be honest, I couldn't stop thinking about you" You looked away when you realized what you said and then tried to correct yourself "I mean... in the things you said to me yesterday". It didn't make much difference.

He nodded extending his hand to you and you held it tight "Come with me"

You followed him a little confused, in your head you were going out to dinner or something, but instead he led you into the Sanctum. You only understood when you arrived in the dining room lit by candlelight, the table set beautifully.

"I figured you wouldn't mind having dinner with me here at the Sanctum rather than going anywhere else" He explained "I opted for the privacy and intimacy of just the two of us and no one else to interrupt us"

Your mouth went agape and the words seemed to fly through the window of your mind. He pulled the chair for you to sit in and with a pompous gesture of his fingers filled your glass with red wine. He sat down and did the same with his own. "I hope you're hungry, I cooked your favorite dish"

If you hadn't been sitting down you probably would have fallen over, you could feel your legs go weak with every gesture, every word, damn it, just Stephen's surreal beauty was enough to put you in that state, but the reality of the whole thing, being there and understanding that this was really happening and wasn't just a dream was enough to render you speechless.

He sipped his wine in silence and you finally found your voice "Did you cook for me?" He smiled "Yes I did"

You took a long drink of your wine "I didn't know you could cook"

He smirked and with a flick of his fingers your plates materialized in front of you.

The delicious smell of the food made you salivate. "There are so many things you don't know about me, you'd be surprised"

You smile shyly "I'm already surprised, but go ahead, surprise me more"

"First you are going to taste your food and tell me what you think." You did as he asked and oh my god it was perfect, you couldn't remember the last time you had such delicious food. "It's perfect, delicious. I wonder how you knew this was my favorite dish..."

He finally allowed himself a taste of his food and then dabbed his lips gracefully on his napkin before answering. He was so…elegant. That was the word you would use to describe Defender Strange.

"The secret is never to use magic to rush things. Food needs time to cook, its own time. And the answer to your question... I may have used my magic to find out."

You felt your face hitting up "You read my mind"

He chuckled "No, I didn't. I would never do such a thing. I asked a few people, that’s all."

You nodded "But if you wanted to, could you?"

"Read your mind? Yes. There are some spells that are used to interrogate people."

"I did not know that"

"Although you are extremely advanced, there are many things you still don't know, but I will be happy to teach them to you."

You couldn't define whether or not the double meaning you caught in those words was intentional, but your cheeks grew even pinker and tried to hide it.

"You won't have anough time to keep teaching once you become the Sorcerer Supreme. You already don't spend as much time at the Kamar Taj as you were used to since you created The Defenders"

Stephen shook his head "I know. But I promise I will always find time for you. Always."

You smiled happily and took another mouthful of food and sipped your wine "I ran into Wong this morning and he mentioned something that got me thinking about the Ancient One making a prophecy about you and me."

Stephen just smiled, but you insisted "Did you know that? Did you always know?"

He sighed and extended his hand across the table to you. You put your hand over his, his hands were so warm and you knew he was using a spell to keep them steady while he was eating.

"It's not a prophecy, it's just a statement she made." He seemed uncomfortable but continued "The Ancient One knew a lot about the multiverse, she could see through realities, she told me that the first time I was at Kamar Taj. She knew me even before we met for the first time and I bet that was the same with you."

"What did she see?" You asked, your voice just a whisper.

"She saw us together in all the universes. Different versions of us living together and in the few universes where we didn't, for one reason or another, there was only pain and suffering for the two of us. She realized that at some point we would be together because it is just as the universe predestined."

You were silent and Stephen sighed heavily. He didn't want to say that to you. Damn Wong and his huge mouth. "I never believed that, I don't want you to think I'm doing this because of a stupid prophecy..."

"I think it's beautiful, romantic. I remember when I arrived at Kamar Taj, I always felt a connection with you. You were my favorite teacher. It was innocent but I had a crush on you. I thought at first it was just because I thought you were beautiful, but it was more than that. You became my best friend there and…”

Stephen was surprised by your reaction. He thought it would push you away from him, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. "And..."

"It feels right. My whole life things have always been wrong, felt wrong, but not this, not you. You feel right"

He got close enough to kiss your lips, just a touch of lips and then you both smiled shyly

"You still haven't told me about the things you know how to do. Come on, surprise me, Master Strange"

He gave a short giggle amused by you "I can speak six different languages, seven including Sanskrit"

You tried to show how impressed you were, so you smirked "Everyone at Kamar Taj can read Sanskrit, Wong forces us with those books and Google translator only helps so much..."

"Eres la mujer más hermosa y encantadora que he tenido el placer de conocer."

You smiled confused but delighted to hear him "What does that mean..."

"That you are the most beautiful and charming woman I've had the pleasure of meeting. In Spanish. I could repeat it in Portuguese, French, Italian, German..."

You stopped him by pulling him to your lips and this time he kissed you passionately. You only stopped to breathe.

"You did it" You confessed "I'm surprised and delighted."

"Trust me Baby, I'm just getting started"

…

You were in his room. His room in the Sanctum of NY was big, heavy and dark curtains, shelves of books in one corner, wardrobe in another and the bed in the middle. His bed was big, a four poster bed, it was so elegant and just looking at it made your face blush.

"Who cleans all this up?" It was the first thing that crossed your mind to say to break the silence once you knew he was standing there watching and analyzing you. He chuckled "We try to keep it clean as much as possible, there are spells that help but we have some people that come here to clean from time to time"

You shook your head walking decidedly towards his bed and sitting at its feet. The mattress was soft, but not too soft, but the duvet that covered the bed was extremely soft and comfortable. You caressed it with your hands. "Much better than our beds at Kamar Taj, don't you think? Although now that you're going to become Sorcerer Supreme, maybe you got a better room there."

He shook his head, smirking "I certainly don't. My room has been the same for years and it's identical to everyone else's, you're welcome to see it whenever you want... I mean, if you want."

You held out your hand for him to come closer and he did, walking slowly towards you until he was towering over you, the scent of his perfume was making you intoxicated. He put his palm up and you placed your hand in his, he touched your face with his other hand, the touch was rough on your soft skin but it was warm and comforting.

You closed your eyes in delight in that shaky touch and barely noticed when he lowered so that your faces were at the same height and then kissed your lips lightly. You wrapped your arm around his neck and deepened the kiss keeping him close to you and even when your lips parted to breathe he stayed there so close you could feel his warm breath.

He got up and pulled you up too and turned your back to him gently. His hands struggled to undo the clasp on your dress, but he managed and then zipped it down to your ass. He did it slowly and as he did he brought his lips to your ear and spoke so low it was almost a whisper, but firm and sensual "I will not ask permission for anything I'll do to you tonight, but if you need to stop just tell me, is that ok?"

Your skin crawled and your voice sounded shakier than you expected "Okay"

He threaded the straps of the dress through your arms and then pulled it down to the ground at your feet. You could almost hear him smirking looking at the lingerie set you chose for him. Black and red, with lace.

"Is that all for me?" He asked again with that baritone voice in your ear. You nodded biting your lip when you felt his fingers playing with the strap of your bra. He still hadn't done anything to you and yet you felt like you were melting.

"Then let me have a good look" He asked and you turned to face him. He bent down, pushing the dress off your feet, but made sure to keep your heels on. He get up again and touched your breast lightly with the back of his hand and the bra did little to hide how quickly your nipple hardened at the slightest touch of his. "You're beautiful, did you know that? Has anyone ever told you that?"

You shook your head no.

"But you believe me, don't you? You're beautiful." He said again. His blue eyes locked with yours to make sure there was no doubt that he was telling the truth. You nodded shyly and without holding back cupped his face in your hand, he leaned his face towards your hand and that gesture was enough to pull a sigh from your lips. "I always thought you were so handsome, I never had the heart to say it, but I'm sure you've heard that from many women."

He shook his head, "Baby, it's been a long time since I've been with a woman long enough for her to even bother saying something like that to me."

You understood what he meant. Even if you didn't understand, people spoke. At the Kamar Taj there was a lot of talk about Stephen and his relationship with women. He never stayed with a woman more than one night and according to some he always had a different woman in bed. Not that you would judge him for that, but that fact alone was enough to prove your point. Women only got into it because he was handsome, but more than that, Defender Strange was gorgeous.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" He asked pulling you out of your reverie and only then did you notice that your hand was now in his hair. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything"

You ran your fingers up to his hair tie "May I? I realized I've never seen you with your hair down." He sighed nodding "Nobody ever sees it, but of course you can."

You pulled the hair tie slowly and his hair fell loose like a soft curtain just below his shoulder length. The silver locks adorning his face perfectly. "Should keep it that way"

He chuckled dryly disagreeing "It doesn't help much in a fight, especially if you have physical combat." You were forced to agree. "Promise you'll let me see you like this more often?"

He smirked as your hands caressed the soft strands of hair "I don't know, are we going to have more moments like this?" Without thinking too much you nodded vehemently causing his smirk to turn into a grin "Baby, I haven't even touched you yet. As far as I know I could be a big disappointment."

You shook your head "I know you won’t"

He kissed you now with more ferocity, more tongue, more spit. A wet, tempting kiss. Before you could contain it, a soft moan escaped your lips.

"As much as I love this lingerie set..." He ran his arms around your body looking for the clasp on your bra and then unclasping it. "I want to see you completely bare to burn the image in my brain and replace the one I've imagined so many times alone at night in this room."

You felt your face turn red, not only because of the fact that he took off your bra and left you naked from the waist up, but because of what he just revealed to you. Stephen thought about you at night, imagined you naked, what else did he do in those moments, you wondered.

He touched your tit lightly trapping one nipple between his middle and index fingers and without holding back he took the other one to his lips and you moaned in surprise this time louder. He took the other in his mouth sucking lightly and then he moved his lips down your belly and as he did he knelt before you, his hands on the waistband of your panties. He pulled it down to your feet and reached down to remove your heels, first one then the other and then you were completely naked and he was kneeling before you with a look of owe on his face.

"Stephen... it's my turn"

He got up "What's fair is fair." He replied.

You attacked him as soon as you had his permission, getting rid of the coat, untieing his tie and then unbuttoning his shirt and without holding back your lips were on his neck, kissing him and sucking on his skin. You didn't know where that desire came from, but you needed to have him right away.

"Fuck, baby..." He took your hand from his chest and brought it to his hip where his bulge was waiting for you. "Feel what you do to me"

You palmed his cock "You feel so big."

He smirked with the surprise in your voice "Haven't you ever imagined me naked?" You bit your lip "I tried not to, but sometimes I did."

He unbuttoned his pants and kicked his shoes away and without waiting time got rid of the pants and boxers he was wearing. Your eyes widened when you saw the size of it. "Isn't it what you imagined?"

You wrapped your hand around him and oh my god he was hard and warm and was pulsing already just for you.

"My imagination didn't do you justice." He groaned softly as you tightened your hand around him giving a little more pressure and then moved up and down. He was wrong about you, you were nothing like a virgin, you just needed a real fucking man to take care of you.

"Can I put it in my mouth?" You asked and he grinned satisfied "Yes you can, but I'm going to taste you first."

You stared at him in surprise as if he had said something absurd. "What’s wrong baby? You don’t like it? I won’t do it if you don’t want it."

You shook your head "It's not that, it's just..." You were blushing so fucking hard. Somehow him saying he was going down on you made you blush more than when you asked to give him a blow job. The reason was obvious.

"Nobody's ever done that to you, right? You don’t even know how it feels, how can you tell if you like it or not?" He kissed your lips, your hand was still wrapped in his cock, but it was still.

He took your hand and walked around the bed and laid you down gently on the soft duvet, your head comfortably resting on the pile of pillows. He came on top of you, but his lips moved down your neck, your tits, your belly, then he stared into your eyes and continued down until his lips were between your legs.

He took a long, wet lick all over your slit which made you moan in surprise and automatically close your legs trapping his head with your thighs. He chuckled with your response. He wrapped his arms around both of your thighs opening them "Keep them open for me, okay?"

You nodded.

He turned his attention to your pretty pussy. Licking the folds gently, teasing his tongue at your entrance. He hadn't even touched your clit yet and you were already moaning, your entire body shaking with the sensation, your hands gripping his hair and pulling at it sometimes painfully and it surprised him how arousing it felt somehow. He didn't want you to stop and he couldn't wait to see your reaction when he took your clit into his mouth and sucked on it just like that. You went back to pulling his hair now with more force and he groaned satisfied.

"Oh my god Stephen it feels so good"

He put two fingers slowly inside you analyzing your reaction and grinning to himself when he felt you contracting around them, your pussy fluttering so nicely in his fingers and when he added that to the suction on your clit you moaned so loud, it was almost a cry. "Stephen... I think I'm gonna cum." He didn't stop to answer, he didn't want the sensation to leave you for even a second, instead he curled his fingers to precisely reach a spot where he knew no other man had ever reached in you. And as quickly as he found it, you came. Hard. Loud. Wet. It was delicious. To bring you to that state knowing that he was the first to make you come so fucking hard like that just with his mouth and fingers was so powerful.

You were slowly coming back from your high still stunned by the surprise of the strength of your orgasm. You've never come so hard, no one has ever made you come before and to be honest what you do alone in your room at Kamar Taj was nothing compared to what Stephen just did and the result you get doing it by yourself couldn't even be compared to what you felt just now .

He came slowly leaving a trail of kisses on the way up and then he smiled at you pleased with himself, but he seemed so much more pleased for you, for giving you pleasure. You. For the first time in your life you felt that you were the protagonist of it. Stephen was there to give you pleasure and most important, somehow you knew he took pleasure in what he was doing. He took pleasure in giving pleasure. That was inconceivable for you who never had love before, never had a real man before, but it felt so right.

Stephen frowned when he saw that you had tears in your eyes "You're okay? We don't need to go on if you don't want to. I'm glad I pleasured you" Somehow those words made you cry even more, but at the same time you were smiling so happily.

"Baby, tell me you're okay." He asked worried.

You nodded "I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was crying. Everything felt so intense. I think I am just overwhelmed.”

 He shook his head "But it's a good thing, right? Because it felt like you were enjoying it very much." You agreed and pulled him to your lips kissing him soft but there was an urgency in your kiss and then he rested his forehead on yours "No man has ever made me feel so good, Stephen. This that you just did was the most wonderful thing I've ever had and I didn't know sex could feel so good. I think that's why I'm crying, damn it, I need to stop, I'm ruining the moment."

He smiled at you reassuring "It’s okay baby, I don’t mind, I am happy for you. That’s what I promised you, wasn't it?"

You nodded "I want to do the same for you." Your hand got between you, and you wrapped it around his cock stroking him nice and steady making him moan softly

"You're already doing it. Oh fuck baby, if I let you keep stroking me like that I wont last. Its too good."

Stephen was angry with himself. He hadn't had sex in a good few weeks, he couldn't even remember the last time he jerked off, what did he expect? He should have relieved himself first to last longer for you. Although once he came he would soon be ready to continue. For his age, Stephen had a lot of stamina, but how to say that to you? If you asked him to fuck you right now he couldn't help but being a big disappointment.

"Stephen… tell me what you want."

He groaned as you increased the speed with which you stroke him. "Baby I want to cum so badly. I promise I will get ready for you right away, but right now I just need to cum."

You nodded "Like this?" You asked and he nodded leaning his forehead on yours "Exactly like that, please baby don’t stop, say I can cum"

You moaned satisfied to see him lost in his own pleasure like that "Yes Stephen, you can cum, cum in my hand, show me how much I make you feel good."

You didn't have to say it twice. His dick was throbbing and pulsing so hard. He groaned loudly burying his face in the crook of your neck and you felt hot cum spurting all over your belly, dripping through your fingers. You didn't stop stroke him until he spilled the last drop. His heavy breathing made your entire body shiver.

"Is it too soon to say that I love you? Since the Ancient One has already foreseen all of this? I wonder if she has seen it all, I mean, until this moment..."

Stephen chuckled and then kissed you "I really hope not. It would be weird, don't you think?"

You giggled and he smirked standing up.

"Where you're going?" You complained automatically when he walked off towards what you assumed was the bathroom. He only took a minute and then he came back with a damp towel and started to clean you up.

He got rid of the towel and went back to bed and you clung to him like a koala, one of your hands firm on his waist and the other stroking his hair. Stephen realized how much he liked when you did that. It went against everything he knew about himself, usually he never let anyone touch his hair, but you, you were different, he should have known.

"Can I tell you something?" You asked after a minute of comfortable silence. He nodded "Anything. I am your best friend, remember? This don’t change that"

You nodded with a smile and then went back to being serious "I've never had an orgasm with a man before. I thought this was a problem I had, you know, physically, so I faked it."

Stephen caressed your face "I know there's nothing wrong with you. Now you need to understand that cuming like you did, here..." He took his hand between your legs and gently touched your clit ".. .It's a lot easier than cuming with penetration, but I'm up for the challenge, baby."

He circled your clit with his fingers lightly and you felt that electricity coursing through your body again. You still wanted him, you weren't sated and he wasn't either because you could see he was already half hard again.

You hummed reaching for his lips. "I like that"

He kissed you intensely "What?" He asked.

"The way you call me... baby."

Stephen barely realized he was doing it, much less could say where it came from. "I've always called you that, haven't I?"

You shook your head "Not really, it started yesterday."

He sighed, lowering his lips to your neck, his fingers playing with your clit managed to elicit a loud moan from your lips "I'm glad you like it because from now on you will be my baby, I will love you, and take care of you and I will make sure you cum over and over again in my mouth, in my fingers..." He reached down and thrust two fingers inside you, the sound of his fingers in and out of your totally soaked pussy was obscene and delicious. "...but especially on my cock and you'll never have to fake it again, because you will have plenty of the real thing."

You moaned pulling him to your lips and you so wanted to believe he meant every word he said.

You could feel another orgasm welling up in the pit of your stomach, but just as fast as it came it died when Stephen pulled his fingers out of you.

You whimpered and he chuckled "I know baby, but I'd rather have you cuming around my cock this time."

You nodded and before you could say anything he took your hand and led it to his cock. He was already hard again, not as hard as before, but you were impressed. "You are ready already, Hugh used to take a lot of time to get ready."

Stephen grimaced "Let's make a deal, don't compare me to that idiot."

"I am sorry" You replied shyly "It's pretty much the only reference I have."

Stephen agreed sighing heavily as you wrapped your hand around him and started to move up and down slowly. "I'll be your only reference now, okay?" You smile satisfied. The idea of ​​having Stephen not just for one night, but for something more serious appealed to you in many ways, but you realized that the most important thing was that you felt safe around him.

"Baby can I have your mouth now?"

You nodded vehemently, you wanted to please him, you wanted to surprise him with the one thing you knew exactly how to do when it came to pleasing a man. After all, you lost count of how many times Hugh came in your mouth, but of course you didn't say that to Stephen.

You knelt between his legs and he settled back into the pillows, but as soon as you reached down and looked directly at his cock you lost confidence. There was no way it would fit in your mouth, at least not whole. But you did as you knew, you licked the tip getting the salty taste of his precum and put the tip in your mouth bobbing your head up and down, going just a little below the tip but striving to get more of him each time you went down. .

Stephen moaned loudly satisfied with the pleasure you gave him, he took his hand to your head and held your hair to have a good view and you waited for him to push your head down, but he never did. He just left his hand there and when you risked looking at him, he had his eyes closed and his head lolling back totally in pleasure. "Oh my god baby, you have no idea how many times I've dreamed of this. Definitely more times than I care to admit."

You felt your chest swell with that revelation and moved by the desire to satisfy him, you committed yourself to going all the way to the bottom, putting it in your mouth as much as you could until your nose touched his pubic bone. He groaned in satisfaction and you felt his cock throbbing violently in your throat which made you gag around it shamefully, tears streaming down your face. Stephen opened his eyes when you took him out of your mouth

"I'm sorry... you're... too big" You said shyly

He caressed your face wiping away the tears with his thumb "Its okay, no need to take all of it. It was already really good before. Don’t push too hard on yourself."

You nodded and he motioned with his hand for you to come closer and you sustained  yourself on both hands crawling over him. He wrapped an arm around you and cupped your face "Come here, kiss me" You kissed him ardently and he moaned on your lips "Fuck, your little mouth felt so good on my cock."

"I want you to fuck me" You buried your face in the crook of his neck to muffle your own words. You weren't used to verbalizing your wishes, but with Stephen you felt like you could.

He put his hand between you, the tip of it rubbing your folds and then he directed his cock at your entrance "You just got one thing wrong, I wont fuck you,baby, I will make love to you."

Your body responded to him automatically, your hips lowering as you took inch by inch in. He felt so big inside you, but you took it all at once and you felt so proud of yourself for that. He waited for you to settle around him, but instead of starting to thrust, he held your waist gently squeezing "Move baby, ride me"

You've never been in that position before and didn't know exactly how to do it, but you mimicked the movements you already knew by moving up and down slowly and then increasing your pace.

Stephen moaned loudly, jaw clenched, eyes closed. You felt so good, so tight, your little walls clenching around him.

You rested both hands on his chest for balance and increased the pace, the silent room was flooded with the wet sound of his cock moving in and out of your pussy and your heavy breaths and moans followed by the sweet nothings that escaped Stephen's lips. His husky voice cracked with pleasure, dripping with honey. "Just like that baby, you're doing so well, taking me so good inside you. you feel amazing, your sweet pussy it’s so wet and nice..."

Stephen could feel your walls fluttering around him and couldn't help but smile to himself, satisfied with keeping the promises he made. You were about to cum again, this time on his cock. He knew that once he had cum, he wouldn't come again so quickly, but he didn't care, he wanted to see you cuming again. That was his goal that night, to pleasure you over and over.

"You're doing amazing baby, I can feel your pussy getting tighter. You're gonna cum for me?"

You couldn't respond, you were too wrapped up in all the sensations in your body. You've never felt so much pleasure from penetration before and as incredible as it seemed you felt like you were one step away from cuming but you didn't know how to get there and you wanted it, god you wanted it so badly "Stephen please, make me cum"

 He smirked satisfied "I'm your teacher, remember? I'll teach you how to get there by yourself."

The grip of his hands on your waist tightened "Relax your body for me, let me move you." You did as he asked and Stephen started to move you back and forth and at the same time he forced your hip down allowing his pubic bone and hair to provide you delicious friction on your clit. You moaned loudly. It was as if an electric current was running through your entire body. "You see, its better this way, isn't it?"

You couldn't answer so you just nodded your head yes, your eyes were closed, your head lolled back "Now do it by yourself, at your pace" He instructed you.

The moment he let go of your waist and his hands lazily descended to your thighs you took control moving exactly as he taught you only much faster and harder as your breathing grew more ragged, your moans louder.

"Oh my god Stephen I am gonna cum..."

He didn't even have time to respond. Your entire body convulsed over his, your pussy squeezing him so tightly he couldn't contain a groan himself. His arms supported your body as you came down from your high collapsing onto his chest. He hold you tight in his arms, with the other hand he brushed the hair from your face and kissed your forehead affectionately.

"You're okay?"

"uh hm"

"You did it so well, I am so proud of you."

You hummed again looking for his lips and when you kissed him with such intensity, he felt his cock pulsing inside you so hard that it was impossible for you not to feel it too. And as you were you, you giggled "Oh you need to cum too"

He couldn't contain the cocky smirk that rose to his lips. "Yeah, it would be amazing. Do you think I deserve it?"

You lifted your head facing him and pretended to think about it "Yeah, I think you do."

"Right? Only now I'm going to come inside you. Is that okay? You're in birth control, right?"

"Now you're asking?" You scolded him.

He sighed and in a second he turned you, your back on the mattress and with his hand went back inside you "I'm a doctor, I know what I am doing. Now answer my question so I know if I should cum in or out."

You moaned as he thrust against you, even though you had just come your body still seemed to react to him. "In"

He chuckled "That wasn't the question" He thrust again, this time a little harder.

You nodded trying to think clearly "I am in birth control"

"That’s great, baby"

Stephen kissed you ardently as he thrust against you in a slow, rhythmic way, it was different, sensual and while he did it the most beautiful sounds you've ever heard escaped through his lips and made your chest swell with a newfound passion and a love that somehow you always knew it was there.

You touched his face, brushing away the lock of hair that fell over his eyes. He groaned softly turning his face to kiss your hand. You were sated, more than that, your body felt like jelly beneath him and even though each slow, rhythmic thrust had your walls contracting around him you doubted you'd ever be able to cum again and you didn't care, now all that mattered was his pleasure, his moans and grunts, his sweaty body over yours as he leaned on one hand, the other gripping the headboard, while his mouth never seemed to get enough of you, kissing, sucking and biting every bit of skin and flesh that he achieved while looking for his high, for his own pleasure now and even if that was the only thing you recognized as sex, with Stephen it was different. You didn't feel like you were being used, at least not in that way, the wrong way. With Stephen you felt loved.

You noticed when his breathing got more ragged, the thrusts lost rhythm and his moans got louder, he was being so loud and you loved it.

"Fuck baby you feel so good, I wanna cum so deep inside you, mark you as mine, tell me I can."

You couldn't hide your smirk while remembering what he said earlier.

"I thought you weren't going to ask permission tonight."

He bit his lower lip "It's more pleasurable than I imagined." He seemed to think for a second "You know what, pull my hair"

You stared at him not sure you understood "You... really?"

He thrusted hard "Please baby, do it, do it now and talk to me, tell me I can cum"

You threaded your fingers in his hair and pulled as hard as you could, his head lolling back and you could feel his cock throbbing violently inside you in response "Cum for me, Stephen, you can cum, please... cum inside me."

Stephen groaned loudly when you pulled his hair again and then with one last thrust he spurted his load inside you. It felt so warm and nice to have it all filling you up.

Stephen's hands gave up and he collapsed on top of you, crushing you with his weight for a second before he propped himself up on his elbows, but his face was in the crook of your neck "I love you baby, I guess I always did. You have no idea how hard it was for me to see you with him."

He confessed finally looking at you. There was a sparkle in his eyes that you've never seen before.

You kissed him tenderly "I am here now with you, that's all that matters.

He smiled lazily, gave you a quick kiss on the forehead and stood up. He came back a minute later dressed in sweatpants and a towel in hand, he cleaned you up slowly, carefully and patiently and before you could protest, he used his magic to heal the hickeys and bite marks he left on your neck. When he finished, he got rid of the dirty towel and went to the wardrobe where he grabbed a shirt and handed it to you.

You smiled shyly, but put on the T-shirt.

"I'm going down stairs to make sure everything is in order. Do you want anything?" He asked

"Water"

You lay down next to him, your head on his shoulder, your arm around his waist.

He nodded and left the room leaving you alone with your thoughts. Did that really happen? Was this really happening? Did you just had sex and were really going to sleep with Defender Strange?

Before you could come to any conclusion he returned with the glass of water you asked for and handed it to you. You drank it all quickly and put the glass on the bedside table. Stephen was already lying beside you, his arm outstretched for you to snuggle close to him.

"Stephen..." You called him breaking the silence.

"Hm"

"Did you mean it?"

He stared at you without understand

"We are really together, I mean, like a couple? Is that what you meant when you said I'm yours?"

He smiled reassuring and placed a tender kiss on your lips "Yes, baby."

You bit your lip, still not convinced.

"What’s wrong?" He asked

"It's just that it's hard for me to believe something a man says while having sex... that's why I need to know if you mean it."

"Y/n..." He touched your face affectionately and then sighed "I love you. That thing I said about not believing what the Ancient One predicted? Bullshit. I know it’s true. I think I've loved you since the first time I saw you and yes, I know it's sounds creepy, but I didn't see you that way back then. I always had a lot of affection for you, but I fell in love with you when I realized what a beautiful woman you had become."

He shook his head like he was mad he couldn't find the right words to explain and was afraid you'd get it all wrong. "What I mean by all this is that I mean it. We are together and I want everybody know that you are mine."

You were silent for a minute and the next thing you knew your hand was in his hair, absentmindedly twirling a strand around your index finger.

"I love you too. I guess I always did" You cooed. "You make me feel normal and special at the same time. What we did, it was... I really enjoyed it."

Stephen shook his head "I'm glad you did." He sighed melting with the way you played with his hair. He was still amazed that he had made so many discoveries about himself that night. He who thought he knew everything was surprised by the way he took pleasure in submitting to you. Slightly, but that's what he did. He wondered how far he could take this and was excited by the idea of being yours.

"Are we going to talk about the 'pull my hair' thing?" You asked suddenly and although your voice had a sleepy tone, he could almost listen to the smirk on your lips. Stephen chuckled dryly "Not much to talk about. It's as new to me as it was to you"

You lifted your head, staring at him. "So you've never done this?" He shook his head, feeling the smooth movement of your fingers in his hair. "I just like this so much..."

You seemed to understand what he was talking about because you moved your fingers to his scalp stroking and eliciting a low moan from his lips that almost sounded like a purr. "Like this?"

"Uh hm" He hummed holding you tighter in his arms. You seemed to enjoy having him under your control. He enjoyed it, he was sure he did. "I do, baby, I like it very much."

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Title: Beyond the Wall of Sleep

Fandom: Doctor Strange (Comics & Movies), MCU

Pair: ( Dark! / Sinister! ) Doctor Strange / OC (Reader)

Language: English (oh my bad English skills)

Summary: [...]An everlasting shudder ran through his body. Only one time before had he been afflicted by such wretched fear. That time, he had attempted to reach that mythical nameless city, but had been chased away by the thick gusts of the Arabian desert. Just like back that day, he now felt compelled to tremblingly utter that enigmatic two-liner that the lunatic arab Abdul Al-Hazred had written:

“That is not dead which can eternal lie.

And with strange aeons even death may die.” [...]

Note: This is the result when I can not sleep at night. I have seen the new Doctor Strange movie and read Lovecraft. Very "dark" story. Please read the tags.

I feel like my translations are getting more and more terrible.

The beginning was good. Then I started to stagger.

I don't really like the last third.

Maybe it's because this story was originally an exercise in my native language, to write dialogue-free and without naming specific people, etc.

Feel free to criticize me. Oh yes, and unfortunately once again unedited (for now), because otherwise I would not have found an end.

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The Taking (Halloween Oneshot) || Sinister Strange x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.5K Warnings: NSFW (18+), NON-CON, NON-CON, Corruption, Forced Breeding, Lactophilia, unprotected p + v sex, magical restraints. DO NOT READ IF THESE MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE.

It was not much of a siege, not in the way your father had described them. From humans you might have expected trebuchets and catapults, a sustained assault upon the great doors and a bridging of the moat. They'd have camped at the edge of the forest, troops of foot soldiers sitting about fires and sharpening weapons as their leaders spoke in the cover of tents, plotting the assault of that keep that had not fallen to invasion in six centuries. Yes, that was how men waged war, but these were not men, and they came in instead by means of magic—or rather revenge to the crown for the loss of the great sorcerer's sister.

You were in the kitchens when it began, overseeing the preparation of the feast for the equinox. Betrothed and soon to be wed, it was your duty now to learn the management of a large household such as your own. You were in your oldest gown of faded homespun, long hair bundled into a scarf as you toiled with the keep servants, your skin growing flushed with the heat of the great kitchen.

You listened closely as Kenna, the cook, explained her reasons for ordering certain ingredients from the market. Your parents were visiting family in the north, and for once the servants were deferring to you as lady of the house. The two women had their heads bent over the piece of parchment, Kenna fanning herself as she pointed to the items and the numbers that accompanied them.

“It's always seven bushels of the kalawort, even when the keep has no guests,” she explained. “We use what's left for the easing of difficult births, and to bring in the milk, though you'll see it often enough as an ingredient in bitter bean soup, too.”

You blushed at this. Your mother had been forcing you to drink a tea of kalawort for months now, believing that it would aid fertility. Your wedding was still three weeks away, but your mother was taking every precaution; your parents had struggled to conceive for many years before the goddess had finally granted them, you.

You had little doubt in the plants' supposed abilities; already your breasts were swollen and tender with milk, ready for the child that you and The Prince would conceive, perhaps as early as your wedding night.

You were about to ask about another herb on the list when the sound of men's voices came from outside. There was a strange thrum in the air, and the hairs at your nape stood on end. Through the back entrance you saw a flash of purple light and someone screamed, and in an instant mayhem ensued in the kitchen as all recognized the sudden stark reality of a siege. For the first time in centuries, the walls had been breached.

“Quickly, Lady!” Kenna cried, her hands digging into the skin of your wrist. “Go to your room,” she said, but then thought better of it. “No! Go to the chapel, you'll be safer there. They will hide you! Go! Go!”

And you fled from the kitchens and the terrified faces of their servants, bumping into footmen and maids as you hurried along the passage, hearing screams now behind you. Someone shouted the word 'magic!', and a shiver travelled down your spine, for no humans possessed such forbidden powers.

At the very end of the western passage, the carved doors to the chapel stood open, and you rushed into the welcoming glow of the candle-lit chamber. For a moment a pair of frightened eyes regarded you from behind the stone altar atop the dais, but then the small acolyte fled through a low door in the corner, and you heard the unmistakable sound of that passage being locked and barred from the other side. You ran to it and hammered on the door, desperate for admittance.

“Priests!” you called. “Help me! We are under attack!” Only silence greeted your words, and the door did not open. No one would come to your aid. Feeling like prey chased into a trap, you turned back to the entrance through which you'd arrived, then drew in a hissing breath of horror.

In the passage, slowly making his way towards you, walked a thing of nightmares. You knew it instantly for who he was; the long arms hung low, the back straight with confidence, pale skin almost silvery due to lack of sunlight. His black hair, streaked with whites on both sides, styled neatly in contrast to his beard. Here walked the Evil Sorcerer Supreme, a being of fireside tales and darkest dreams. His eyes were blue, two glowing orbs regarded you from the hallway, utterly inhuman.

You had seen sketches once, in the library, of his image. He had always carried a long staff and worn dark ragged robes, but his black tainted hands were empty, his form was covered in a robe of silver, his tunic black. The stories had made them out to be creatures of the basest kind, their intellect no greater than that of potion brewers and spell casters, and yet you saw a keen intelligence in the gaze it fixed on you.

He stepped into the chapel with languid movements, and though your body screamed for you to flee, you remained before the barred door, your back pressing into the hard wood as your limbs froze in fear. The Sorcerer closed the doors at the entrance with a sweep of his hand, never taking his eyes off you. When that clawed hand lifted again, he drew a symbol in the air before him, and purple light dazzled your eyes. Darkness swept you into its embrace.

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You knew, even before you looked at the low-burned candles, that you had lost time. In the recesses of your mind, the part that had not succumbed to the spell, you had noted the passage of hours, the steady silencing of the keep as more and more of its people were subdued. How many of their bodies littered the passages of this once-great manor?

You tried to sit up, your mind fogged with magic. With a curious sense of detachment you noted the magical chains that bound you to the altar, chains of purple light that fixed your ankles and wrists to the far corners of the stone slab. You could lift your head only a little, and when you did, it was to find the sorcerer standing at the foot of the altar, watching you with a look that you had seen sometimes in the eyes of men, a look of hunger. He grinned when he noticed your attention, revealing two rows of terrible razor-sharp canines.

“What is your name, daughter of the house?” he asked you, and it was not the guttural speech that the stories told of, but a lilting, strangely accented speech.

Your heart sped up as you met his gaze, then wished desperately that you had remained unconscious a while longer. But, you suspected, your waking had likely been at his command, just as your slumber had been.

“Your obstinacy will not serve you. I can make you speak, you know.” He stepped closer, laying one of his rough fingers on the flesh of your calf.

“(Y/N),” you said immediately, desperate to do or say whatever would keep those hands away from your body. But his fingers still curled around your leg, and his grin broadened, and he said your name quietly as his hand trailed higher, disappearing under the hem of your dress. You struggled against his attention, but the chains held you in place, and you could do nothing to stop the tainted hands that came to rest at the apex of your thighs.

But then the hand withdrew, and you let out a shuddering breath of relief. The flickering light of the candles threw curious shadows along the walls, strange monstrous shapes, but none as terrifying as the being before you. He reached into the belt of his robe and produced a small dagger, and for a moment you did not know whether to weep for fear of your imminent death, or to rejoice that your end would come before he could do other, unspeakable things to you.

He stepped close and brought the blade to your neck, and tears sprang to your eyes, for you were afraid after all. But the blade did not bite into your flesh, but into the front of your dress and the shift that lay beneath it, and he slit your garments from nape to calf, so that the fabric parted and fell away from your heaving breasts. The Sorcere’s cold eyes trailed from your bosom, down to your sex that you tried to cover. At the front of his robes, something stirred, and a blush travelled down the length of your form at the realisation of his arousal.

“Do you know who I am, (Y/N)?” he asked you, the dagger dropping to the floor.

“S-Sorcerer Supreme,” you whispered, so softly you could barely hear your own words.

“Yes. That I am. But am I the creature you've read about, a simpleton monster no better than an old warlock that lurks in your woods? Am I that?” He was so close now, standing near your head. His hand came down to caress the curve of your trembling lips.

“Am I that?” he asked again, holding your gaze with the strange blue brilliance of his own.

“No,” you whispered finally.

“No, I am not,” he agreed. “For I am of the Dark Khaos, blessed by the god Chthon who first made us lay with the women of human-kind. The blood of man runs in my veins, as in yours. And the blood of human and Dark Khaos will flow in the veins of our child. Do you understand, (Y/N)?” He trailed a short, sharp nail from your lips, to your collarbone, to your breast. When he brushed your nipple and you shuddered, he said, ever so softly, “Yes... I think you understand.”

He bent his mouth to your breast, his black hair curtaining his features. You did not see that terrible mouth seize your peak, but felt it keenly as he first licked, then began to suckle. After a moment he drew back to look at you in bemusement, his wide lips flecked with droplets of milk, but his lust grew and he bent again to your breast, drinking deeply of the milk that only that morning you had thought would feed your human child.

A strange shiver passed through your body as he drank at your breast, and soon his hand closed around your other breast, kneading and squeezing as he drank his fill. In the pit of your belly a feeling began to grow, a foreign sensation that was almost a need, though for what, you could not say.

Finally he stood back, his breathing uneven, much like your own, “I can wait no longer,” he said, reaching between the folds of his robe to touch himself. You refused to look, but from the corner of your eye you saw him step away, and hope flared within you that he might abandon this terrible onslaught.

But it was not to be. When you finally turned your head, it was to find him watching you as he untied the belt at his waist, then let his robes fall to the floor. You did not wish to look, but could not immediately pull your attention away, for the Sorcerer was strangely handsome indeed. His chest was muscular, his torso lean, each of his ribs visible beneath the taut pale skin. The curves of his arms represented his strength, and the legs were long and muscular. Between them hung his manhood, if such it could be called. 

You had seen glimpses of male genitalia, had even blushing listened as your maid tried to prepare you for what to expect on your wedding night. His cock seemed to grow as you watched, rising to jut proudly forward, and despite your fear and disgust, you felt a strange slipperiness between your thighs as your nipples hardened to taut peaks. 

Stephen smiled as though he knew what you were feeling, and came to stand at the foot of the altar. Slowly he stroked himself, his gaze travelling the length of you. He climbed onto the altar, and you began to struggle in earnest, your heart hammering with terror in your breast. But the chains held you in place, and at a snap of his fingers they tightened even more, so that your legs were spread wider.

Desperately you lifted your head, watching the length between his thighs, knowing that it would soon be within you, if it could fit. So focused were you on that glistened tip of his cock, that you did not see him reach for your cunt with his hand. A finger, cold and calloused, slipped between the folds of that sacred opening, and you drew in a sharp gasp at the foreign sensation. Not even your own finger had ever entered there, and yet the sorcerer pushed his long digit deeper into the space while you bucked and cried to dislodge him.

“(Y/N),”he murmured your name with a caress on his lips. “What is this?”

You did not understand what he was asking, and thrashed all the more as though to dislodge both his finger and his words from your being. But it made no difference; the finger stirred again in your depths, painfully, and he watched your face, waiting for an answer you would not give.

“I shall tell you. This,” and you felt again that deep pressure, “this is your maidenhead. I had not thought to find a virgin here. But you will be a virgin no longer.” He withdrew his finger, holding it up to the light as he rubbed it with his thumb. Your wetness glistened on his flesh, and you trembled at the shame of your body's betrayal.

He straddled you, one long muscular leg kneeling on either side of your splayed hips. You screamed as his cock dragged along your thigh. He silenced your screams with a kiss, his tongue plunging deeply into your mouth while one hand pinched your breast. Then his teeth grazed your lips and led a prickling trail down your throat to your other breast, where he latched onto your nipple once more, suckling desperately. Pleasure coursed through you again at the workings of his mouth, and for a moment you were only focused on that, that new, strange feeling, when suddenly you felt a prodding at your core.

Your nether-lips, slick with the fluid of your arousal, parted gently at the insistent prodding, and suddenly the head of his cock was pushing into your entrance, pushing hard and quickly against that barrier that had once been meant as a gift to your future husband. With a stab of sharp pain that barrier gave way, his cock pushing into you, slipping in as far as it could go, Stephen burying himself in your body up to the hilt of his cock.

You screamed, and this time he did not silence you, but remained perfectly still, basking in the pleasure of impaling you so deeply. You felt every vein and strange ridge of that organ pressing into you, it filled you as you had never thought a man might fill a woman. 

In a mix of pain in amazement, you looked down to where their bodies met, you saw only the last few millimetres of his thick base that he had not managed to press into you.

His breathing at your breast was ragged. He, too, looked to where their bodies joined, and you felt him twitch within you. He lifted his gaze to your pretty, terrified face, drinking in your every expression as he slowly withdrew, inch by inch.

You watched his cock retreat from your depths, your heart turning over at the evidence of your lost innocence, the faint smear of red along that thick shaft. But your mind was innocent still, and you did not understand the way of mating, and you thought that it was over, that he was withdrawing and spent. And he saw every thought as it passed through your mind, so that he knew already that you would scream when he slammed into you again, suddenly, brutally, and he seized your mouth with his own and swallowed you screams as he began to fuck you.

In and out and in and out he went, and but for your whimpers, there was only the sound of his cock squelching in and out of your body. It was a wet, lewd, primal sound, and for a while Stephen closed his eyes as he plunged into you, a look of utter bliss on his handsome face as he listened to your bodies meeting and parting. Though his withdrawal and renewed onslaught came again and again, your body could not grow accustomed to it, and you still felt a deep ache every time he penetrated your deepest part. But beneath that ache, there was something else... something that shamed you too much to admit it.

He rode you hard, making small animalistic noises as you massaged the length of him with every plunging motion. He suckled and bit at youryour nipples in a frenzy, one hand teasing the other breast with his sharp nails. And you, ashamed, felt your pleasure growing.

Now, faced with the reality, you whimpered a denial over and over, “No... Please, no. Don't! Please don't!”

Such a thing was never meant to fit inside a human woman, you were certain. And likely he knew that, too, for it was only then that your captor turned his attention to your pleasure. He pummelling at your entrance with that thick knot of muscle, and sucked at your breast with renewed force, but now his free hand moved to where their bodies joined, and you felt his finger seeking the sensitive red nub above your opening.

You gasped at the contact, which sent a sudden current of energy through your limbs. He rubbed at that small protrusion with his rough finger, all the while fucking you with long, determined strokes. He listened to your breathing as it grew shallower, and you began to make small sounds of pleasure that you could not suppress, and when he judged the moment right he bit down on one nipple and twisted the other, while his finger at your womanhood pressed hard into the nub of your pleasure.

A wave of feeling such as you had never known coursed through you, a sense of euphoria that seemed to sweep from the crown of your head to the tip of your toes, tensing the muscles of your arms and legs, your cunt constricting desperately around the meaty organ buried within you. You cried out your pleasure, words that had no meaning as your body convulsed with the rush of pure bliss.

Your body held his member firmly for a heartbeat, then another, and another, until the last wave of pleasure had abated and that vice grip relaxed completely, as he had known it would. That was the moment he had been waiting for; as your opening slackened again, he withdrew quickly, relaxing the spell that held your legs splayed. 

With the bit of freedom this granted your limbs, he pushed your leg to fold at the knee, your heel flush against your buttock, and as he held that leg at an angle he inserted himself into you again and pressed hard against your opening, watching with breathless excitement as his cock squeezed painfully against your spread lips, to suddenly be swallowed completely as he sank once more into your depths.

You screamed at the new intrusion, your freedom leg kicking desperately to dislodge the Sorcerer, but he held you down and looked deeply into your eyes, letting out a low groan as his cock trembled within you, and now locked safely in your depths, began to spew its seed.

Closing his eyes, the Sorcerer gripped your hips tightly to him, and you felt the gushing of his cum into your body. Deep within you, in that place where your pleasure had formed, you felt a part of your body seize the intruding organ and his vile seed and eagerly draw it deeper into yourself, into that sacred core where a seed might be nurtured.

He did not move, his nails pressing painfully into your buttocks as he felt himself twitch within your warm depths, waves of pleasure coursing through him as his seed spewed from his phallus in powerful, ecstatic bursts. He groaned softly with every wave of pleasure, and when you moved beneath him he pressed you down into the stone to keep you still, to keep his cock within you.

He might have released your bonds then, and you would not have been able to escape, for the length filled you as no man ever would, and when you tried to pull away it brought a painful ache to your depths, and an almost animalistic response from the Sorcerer, who held you firmly in place while he bred you.

A minute passed, and another, and still they did not move. Finally, feeling the last of his release flowing into your passage, the Sorcerer released your hips from his painful grip. Limbs tired from the exertion, he felt then a need to rest awhile, but you were still tied together, the knowledge clear in your eyes as tears of horror and pain coursed down your cheek. 

Sighing, he released the shackle of your right arm and leg, carefully moving your leg over his own and lowering his body, so that he was no longer straddling you, but resting at an angle behind you. Despite knowing the futility of it, you lunged forward to move away from his body, and he snarled at you even as you whimpered at the pain of his cock pulling at your entrance.

Curling an arm around you to play with your nipple. Milk leaked onto his fingertip, and he grinned to himself, thinking of the child who would grow strong from that milk. And there would be a child. He had recognized the presence of kalawort in your system, often given to women to aid in fertility and bringing in their milk early. Whoever had been feeding you the brew had unwittingly aided him in ensuring the conceiving of a child. His child.

You lay on your side, crying softly as the Sorcerer fondled your breast, his cock still buried deep within you. Every now and then his cock would twitch, or a little shiver would cause the knot of muscle to flex, and small waves of pleasure would ride through your body again. Long, slow minutes passed, the silence only broken by your soft sobbing.

For a few moments, he watched the root of his cock where it disappeared into the tautly pulled lips of your body. At the sight he felt himself grow hard once more, and you whimpered as his hard length grew again inside you. 

He found himself growing aroused again as he watched you taking in the result of your copulation. As his cock released, surplus seed spilled from your depths, you watched with horror as it leaked from your body. But your interest flamed his desire, and he tightened the chains once more to have your spread on the stone slab, a small puddle of his seeds between your legs where he now hovered, briefly, preparing to enter you. He waited until he had your full attention, waited until your eyes were on his length, still glistening with his seed and the faintest hint of red, and then he sank deeply into you with a grunt, and you grunted too, as he had wanted you to.

And then, despite yourself, your body rose to meet his, desperate now for that wave of pleasure it had briefly known. He latched onto your nipple and small pleasing shocks went through you at his lusty suckling, and between your legs, your body gripped his cock with a desperate hunger, clamping around him and drawing him ever deeper.

He could not capitalise on the surprise of your own pleasure, and instead he pressed into you again and again, whispering entreaties over your gasps of pain until his cock was swallowed once more by your bruised womanhood. This time he did not close his eyes, but held himself completely still as his cock pulsed and spurted within you, and he saw the moment that your disgust gave way to something more. The heated gushing within you, you reached your own peak and wonder filled your eyes, and you spasmed around him, desperately seizing the entirety of his length as your body tightened around him and drew his seed deeper.

Finally, when the last of his seed was spent inside you, he rolled you onto your sides, still facing one another and locked together, and set his mouth at your breast, drinking languidly as he caressed your breasts, your back, your buttocks, and you fell into a deep, exhausted slumber. Eventually, when his cock had shrunk again, he pulled free of you, eliciting a sleepy moan from your parted, swollen lips.

Standing over you, he cast a spell of protection on you and the child that would grow inside you, his child. But he was sorcerer of no mean magic, and in the space of the next hour, he had stolen memories from the minds of each of the keep's sleeping inhabitants. For none had been slayed. 

He who had bred the lady of the house had known the moment he looked into your terrified face, that he wanted to see your every expression as he took you. The memory would stay with him, ever after stirring his loins when he thought of you.

You would not remember, not fully. None of the keep's denizens would. And in three weeks' time you would wed to The Prince, and he would bed you, and you would be with child. And if that child should be born a few weeks early, well, none would comment on it. With his father's magic and illusion coursing through him, the child would to all appearances be human. Only in the magical mishaps that sometimes occurred around him would there ever be any hint of his heritage, but by the time it had fully manifested, the Sorcerer Supreme would be back to claim his heir.

But the boy would not be alone in his experience. In a year's time, the keep of Blackburn would be filled with the sound of several squalling infants, all of them born to mothers who could not name nor recall their babe's fathers. Only in the embrace of your husband would you sometimes wonder why your body seemed to yearn for something more than the human member buried in your depths. Only sometimes, as your husband rode between your thighs, your mind would conjure an image of a blue-eyed Sorcerer, and your pleasure would rise to glorious peaks.

Some things can never fully be forgotten.

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Go ahead and try me

some sinister strange story ,first story I did on here hahaha if it's bad I'm sorry

trigger warning for mentions of death and the readers death also smut as well!

sinister thought he was all alone in this damn haunted house of his as he all of an sudden heard an noise and saw someone.

Who are you and what do you want?! Sinister said walking up to y/n and grabbed them

S s stop Stephen! Y/n shouted as they were thrown on an bed and then they saw sinister getting undressed as if he was gonna fuck you .

Oh Lord please y/n said as they felt an hand in their pants , sinister was taking off their clothes.

Y/n looked down to see they were naked and they looked at sinister strange.

Sinister strange ended up spreading open y/n's legs and then put his face between them.

Stephen don't! Y/n shouted!

but it was to late sinister already started to eat you out wanting you to have an orgasm.

Y/n's pussys walls clenched around sinister's tongue tightly as they ended up having an orgasm.

Sinister then stopped eating you out getting the taste of your cum getting the taste of you,which he liked .

Sinister then looked at the tip of his cock and back at y/n's wet pussy before thrusting into y/n.

Stephen please please I didn't want this! Y/n moaned .

Sinister thrusted even rougher getting ready to cum.

I'm gonna cum he spoke as he ended up cumming pulling out .

y/n huffed.

if you tell anyone your dead sinister strange spoke getting dressed and he then got y/n dressed .

Y/n nodded and ran outside to go tell doctor strange,the real doctor strange as they told him everything.

Sinister strange fucked you holy shit doctor strange gasped.

y/n went back to see sinister strange and he was mad.

I I I Stephen I I I y/n said .

You told someone like I said not to do now your gonna die sinister strange spoke making an magic whip which grabbed y/n and threw them out of an window and they got impaled and now their was blood everywhere.

anyone else want to go ahead and try me sinister strange spoke

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