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Strange Isn't It?

Summary: Strange dreamt about being his variant, Sinister!Strange but, in his dream there was someone he's dying to know more than life itself

SMUT, 18+, MINORS DNI

Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader, Sinister!Strange x Fem!Reader

Every night, i dream the same dream. A familiar scent, close to home yet, it feels cynical and cunning. Objects were fading, pulled out of their form just like they were running out of time. And somehow i still manage to wake up each night on the cold, dusty bed of this dream.

...

I have fought creature from a dimension i have not known before, died for many times to pay for a price i never own, turned to pieces of my body and disappeared for 5 years, loosing a few years of my life, sleeping in a pile of sharp nail for ignorant fucks to live just to die. And after all of that , nothing has ever come close to this , the heavy urges I have to put on my shoulders and the boundaries promised to never crossed , is turning to an empty oath . Strange isn't it?

The things I'd do just to watch her face under mine , how some of brown hair touched her glossy lips , laying lazily on her sweaty forehead as my hand reach for her face wiping them away , and then her smile would appear like the sun was , after the snap that brought everybody back . Our breath became silent , the sound of tortured silence turned nothing but an empty hole . A long way down ...

"Stephen" she called for me . We were as close as the sands were to each other . And here she was , asking for more of me .

It was a face of relieve she had on her face , her hand made it's way to make several lines of my hair . She was so close , but no name crossed my head . I know nothing of her nothing but only her touch for the.... I lost count of it . " Stephen.... " My head was too lost in the pool of wonder to noticed the fading smile . She wiped them away from her grace her face started to express the growing pain she felt under her . " Stephen ! " i snapped , i looked at her , again . She showed desperation. Is she hurt? I repeat myself for several times, no words were heard out of me. Why am i hurting me? I can't stop it, my body moved was out of me all i did was nothing but watching her in pain. Danced in her torture, and she looked so beautiful with her body writhing in heat of the stabbing pain.

This was not me. I can feel the dark desire washed all over me, leaving black trails all over her body. Felt so good with my hand came down, running from her neck to her exposed cunt. i can feel every inch of her skin. My palm rain all over them. Then i saw what i was afraid of all this. Each tip of my fingers had the colour black all over it, some a little bit washed, but it was clear of who am i.

"Ah.. Steph- en... s-stop. P-please..." her tears and those pleas... how can i stop myself? Whoever this body belongs to, i wished for him to never stop. There was guilt, sure. For sure, but then i deserve to my own eyes, a pleasure i could not reach.

...for now.

But, maybe i can finally bend the universe over just to have her and bound to each other by more than our heart, but each of our skin and i can own her to her core. Just have her under my spell. To love me. To make me happy.

And dear, i'll find you in every universe.

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