#sinister!strange

[geeky-politics-46]

A Natural

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Stephen begins teaching the mystic arts to your daughter, and you both ruminate on your current pregnancy.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - pregnant sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, light dirty talk, pet names, language, creampie, sweet fluffy sex

"Patience my little sorceress. I know you can do it. It just takes time and practice. Slow down and breathe. Okay? You are already doing much better than when I tried to teach mommy."

You stuck your tongue out at your husband across the room, making your daughter lose her concentration. She erupted in giggles when Stephen copied your silly action. 

You strode towards the pair of them and took a seat on the couch behind where they were practicing. So you and your belly were out of the potential line of magical fire. While daddy and daughter worked on their magic you rubbed your growing pregnant belly and wondered if this child would take more after you or Stephen. 

You knew Stephen wanted them to take after you. That way each of you had a mini me. You kinda wanted another Stephen to be honest. It would be chaotic, but god it would be hysterical. As much as you two had talked about wanting one of each, a boy and a girl, you had your suspicion that Stephen was secretly rooting for another girl. 

He loved having a little girl to dote on. To play princess and tea party with. To watch Disney movies over and over with. To dance with her as if he was the Disney prince. To look at him like he hung the moon. He was a big softie really, despite all outward dark scary appearances, and once you had Donna he became a complete teddy bear.

It didn't take long for you and Stephen to conceive the second time around. Within six months, probably closer to three. The universe seemingly listened loud and clear to the intention once you put it out there. The universe seemed to be doing nothing but encouraging your little family to flourish. Soon you would be far enough along that Stephen would start to be able to sense whether you were adding a boy or another little girl to that family.

You didn't think Stephen could get any happier than the day you gave birth to Donna, until the day you found out you were officially pregnant a second time. He was practically bursting at the seams when you told him you were pregnant again. He literally picked you up and spun you around. Borderline jumping for joy. 

You thought back to the days after you first fell into his world. To when getting him to even say full sentences to you was a stretch. He was a completely different man now. He was still your Stephen though. The man who was so determined to protect you at all costs. Even before he knew you he made it clear he would keep you safe, and he had never once faltered in that promise.

"Well maybe I would have stuck with it if you didn't start kissing me every time I couldn't do it and got upset. That kinda reinforced my wanting to get it wrong."

Stephen came over to where you were sitting and leaned down resting his hands on the bump you were now sporting. Pressing a kiss on the bump before leaning up to press several small kisses and one deeper one on your lips. Your daughter was starting to grow tired of your constant affections for each other. If it was even possible Stephen had gotten more lovey with you since you got pregnant again. 

"Well if I didn't kiss you so much we might not have our little sorceress over here and that little one too. So all in all, I think it was still a win." 

"Ew, can you guys please stop kissing?! I'm trying to practice magic with daddy." 

In addition to starting the basics of regular schooling. Things like starting to read and write. Stephen had also decided that your barely past toddler age daughter was also going to start learning the basics of the mystic arts. Something that despite your apparent latent magical abilities, abilities that managed to rebirth bits and pieces of your universe, you had crashed and burned at. You never got beyond a few small sparks.

Stephen turned back to Donna but left both hands on your belly. You knew he was gonna try to bargain his way into a few more kisses. You could tell it was one of those days he would be all over you. After putting Donna to bed you were sure that he would want some frisky time. The fact that you were starting to show drove him absolutely bananas. Seeing your belly full with his baby was an aphrodisiac like nothing else for him. He practically drooled when he saw you naked. You kinda loved it. It made you like your changing body instead of worrying about it.

"I want two more good kisses from mama and I'll give you an extra 5 minutes of magic practice. Okay?" 

"Just two?" You questioned, already not believing him.

"For now."

He quirked his eyebrows at you with a devilish look in his eyes before he moved in to place his last two kisses on your lips. The first one was just a little deeper and longer than it needed to be. The second one ending with a little lick along your bottom lip, clearly indicating that he had plans for you later. You gave him a little wink that you knew your daughter wouldn't catch, letting him know you were game for whatever he intended for the two of you later.

"Alright teacher, don't keep your star student waiting. The flunkie will just sit here and watch. Maybe this one will learn through osmosis."

You patted your belly and that made his eyes light up a little extra. He hadn't thought about making sure your unborn baby was exposed to his magic lessons too! It made sense. It was common for people to expose their unborn children to classical music in utero. Why not magic? He was gonna have to make sure you were around for more of these magic lessons. Just in case.

He turned his attention back to Donna and moved behind her, helping to position her hands. He had crafted a small sling ring for her that was frankly the cutest thing you had ever seen. They were both taking this very seriously, even if she probably wouldn't be capable of much magic for a couple more years. 

"You've been hearing and seeing these spells since you were months old. I know you know them. Deep breath, and focus."

He took a deep breath with her and then let go of her shoulders to let her do the hand motions on her own. You watched in surprise when after a few more attempts you saw the first few orange gold sparks appear from her small fingers. Your hands flew up to cover your mouth in shock. Stephen had trouble containing his giddiness. He was trying so hard to stay in teacher mode and not go full proud parent. 

It didn't stop Donna from jumping up and down, bouncing in a circle excitedly. It appeared that her father was right. She was going to be a natural sorceress.

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Your husband entered the room and quickly wrapped his arms around you from behind. Rubbing your baby bump with both hands and burrowing his face into your neck. Purring as he held you close. This time, knowing you were pregnant from the very start, he was making sure to note all the small little things that changed about you as well as the big things. For example, your scent had changed. It was something he noticed a few weeks after you took the test that came back positive. You started to smell sweeter and warmer. A little bit more musky. Normally your scent had a bit of crispness to it, almost a citrus bite. Now it was like that citrus had ripened to it's peak. 

He was also paying very close attention to every tiny bit your body grew. He had been the one to notice the first time your bump had become visible, even before you caught it. He didn't let you sleep at all that night. He just couldn't keep his hands off of you for longer than 10 mins at a time. You really didn't think you would have been so happy to see your body change so drastically if you didn't have a partner who embraced it so much.

He had started leaving small kisses along your skin and it wasn't long before they turned from sweet pecks to heated love nips. His favorite time of the day was when he got to steal a few moments alone with you and he always tried to make the most of them. He had just put Donna to bed and now all his attention could be lavished onto you. He loved being a father, but you were the thing that his world revolved around. The true center of his universe. 

You couldn't help but crane your neck and let your head tilt to the side a little to give your husband better access to the smooth warm skin he was seeking. He quickly took advantage of it and let his teeth nip at a spot just below your jaw prompting you to inhale sharply through your nose. He licked at the spot tenderly to soothe it before taking it in his teeth again. Just to make sure. Even if he couldn't leave marks all over your neck like he used to, unless he wanted your daughter asking all sorts of questions, he still liked to leave one little one here or there. 

Even if you were currently bearing the most obvious and beautiful mark he could ever leave on you. Your growing pregnant belly. Slowly becoming more visible day by day. Until you could hold your new little baby in your arms and he could drown you both, and Donna, in even more love than he thought his heart could give. His little family. After that he wanted to mark you that way all over again. Keep adding to your family until the Sanctum ran out of rooms.

"Do you know how much I love you my darling wife? How much I adore and worship you? How I would move heaven and Earth and the entire multiverse for you?"

"You don't have to lay it on quite so thick Stephen. I thought from earlier you already knew you were gonna get lucky tonight."

"Doesn't matter. I just wanted to tell you how much I love you. Every little thing about you. How grateful I am that you came into my life. Even how utterly terrible you are at the mystic arts. Everything. Because you are the reason for our magical little girl, and this little magic being. The fact that I get to make love to you is just the icing on the cake. Even if you never let me fuck you again I would still worship at your feet." 

"Well I think we both know I'm never going to stop letting you fuck me Stephen Strange, and hey not everybody can be a natural wizard like you. You are just lucky our daughter takes after her incredibly gifted and amazing father.”

His eyes narrowed at you through the mirror when you called him a wizard. You knew the title drove him up the wall when you did that, which made it one of the funnest things to do. It was one of the ways you liked to poke and tease him about the most. You were trying to hold back a grin when he put on his best scary and sinister face. A look that had no doubt sent chills through many, but for you it just made the butterflies he gave you start to flit through your stomach faster. 

“You are lucky you are the wife and mother of two, soon to be three, powerful sorcerers, love. Otherwise calling me a wizard would have dire consequences.”

Without any warning he scooped you up and carried you over to the bed. Letting you fall and bounce somewhat unceremoniously upon landing on the soft mattress, amid the fluffy blankets and covers. He grabbed your ankle and yanked you over to the side of the bed. You were too busy trying to cover your mouth to keep your yelps and laughter down to a volume Donna wouldn't hear to do much but wiggle in fake protest. Playfully swatting at his chest as he threw himself on top of you, making sure to be mindful of your belly, and descended on you smothering you in kisses. 

After a few sloppy excited kisses on both of your cheeks your lips finally met. The kiss was sweet and playful but still full of passion and desire. The feel of one of Stephen's hands coming to brush against your cheek making you press farther into his touch. His lips curled into a smile against yours as he continued his kisses. He loved feeling how you responded to his touch. You had never shied away from him. 

After a few more moments you were growing impatient with the slow lazy tempo Stephen had set. Your pregnancy hormones made your libido stronger, and the two of you had enough trouble getting enough of each other even before. To try and communicate your need for more you nipped at his bottom lip and arched your back to press your breasts tighter against his chest. You craved the feeling of his body on yours. Your breath getting quicker. 

He chuckled teasingly as you whined when he pulled away. He loved knowing that you were just as needy for him as he always was for you. Especially since now that you were showing he knew he had been near insatiable. He always worried about whether you were just trying to appease him. He knew you loved him, but his mind always liked to try and play tricks on him. Perhaps it was a lingering effect of the Darkhold, but he always worried in the back of his mind that he would never be worthy of the life you had given him. Feeling your body respond to him, your love and want for him, soothed those fears. 

"Seems like someone is feeling a little needy. What got you riled up? Hmm?"

"You know I love watching you do magic. Watching your hands and fingers, seeing you so confident. Then you come in here and get all lovey. You can't be surprised at what you do to me Stephen."

"Well, an incredibly sexy, beautiful, amazing woman did tell me I was a natural with magic. Of course she did also call me a wizard, knowing full well the correct term is sorcerer. Good thing I'm crazy about her." 

You gazed into Stephen's sparkling blue eyes as he smiled down at you. His body had settled on the bed beside you, staying pressed tight to you. The hand that wasn't at your face running up and down your side. Each pass letting the night shirt you were wearing creep higher up the side of your hip. His fingertips now making contact with the soft warm skin he loved so much. 

"Good thing indeed, because she is crazy about you." 

His lips lowered to yours again in a loving caress. Stopping in between kisses to nuzzle his face against yours. His heart fluttering every time his facial hair tickled you and made you giggle. He let himself melt into your kiss and let his body mold to yours, pulling your leg up to wrap around his hip when both your arms looped around his neck. Soft little moans starting to sneak past both of your lips as you drank each other in. Each noise spurring the other on, wanting to pull more from the other. 

Eventually your hands skimmed along the neck of his tunic and robes, starting to pull them loose from his body. Another whine of protest coming from you when he pulled away from your mouth to rid himself of his boots and the top half of his robes. Your pout disappeared as the smooth pale expanse of his chest came into clear view. The sinew of lean muscle on his back was visible as he turned to throw his clothes to the side. You couldn't take your eyes off of his as you watched him undress. Unable to find the desire to strip yourself when you could just watch him. He was beautiful. Everything about him was beautiful.

You felt your cheeks flush as he turned and looked at you while moving to start removing his pants. His gaze darkening when he saw you sheepishly try to hide the hormone driven blush on your cheeks. He knew what he was doing to you and he was loving every second of it. After getting the button and zipper of his pants undone he crawled back on top of you, spreading your legs so he could settle his weight between them and kissed you with a renewed hunger. Nipping at your lips when he felt your arms loop around his waist and over his low back. Your palms pressing into him as you let your hands slide under the fabric of his pants and grab at his ass. 

The feel of his skin through the fabric of his boxers quickly stopped being enough for you. So just as quickly as you had grabbed a hold of his ass you let go, only to swiftly slide them past the elastic of his underwear to once again dig your nails into his strong backside. Both layers of fabric starting to slide down more the tighter you cling to him. The elastic band now pressing against the base of his quickly hardening cock making him thrust forward against you. A groan coming from both of you at the friction he created. 

You needed to feel all of him. At times his touch felt like a drug. One hit to your system only made you crave more. So you didn't have to let go of him with your hands, you started trying to push his pants and boxers down with your feet. After a little bit of struggling you succeeded in shoving both layers down to his knees. The feel of his cock being freed making him gasp against your neck in between kisses.

Stephen pulled away and rolled beside you on the bed to finish getting his pants off, leaving him completely naked. You gazed at his nude form and practically purred at how sexy he was. How sexy your naked husband, the father of your babies was. You started rubbing at your belly as you got up on your knees, thinking about the fact that he put that baby there. The way he looked at you made you feel so sexy and wanted. You could feel his eyes on you as you pulled your night shirt over your head and threw it to the side. Your breasts and belly now on full display, leaving you in just your panties.

As you took your top off Stephen couldn't help but start to stroke himself a few times. He wanted you, he needed you. He beckoned you to come crawl on his lap before you could do anything else. Tonight he wanted to watch as you rode him.

As you crawled over and got on top of him, Stephen made a small wave of his hand and your panties magically disappeared. 

"That's cheating you know."

A shit eating grin appeared on his face. He started running his hands up your legs, from your knees to your hips. Then letting them cradle your belly before moving up to cup your breasts, letting his thumbs strum over your nipples. 

"Oh but I thought you liked watching me use magic. Watching my hands and fingers. Although there are much better things I can be doing with them."

 He let his fingers curl around your ribs and urged you to lean forward, lowering your chest so your breasts were right in his face. After a quick nuzzle in between them he took one nipple in his mouth. His tongue circled it until he felt it stiffen before licking and sucking on it. Then he repeated the actions on your other breast. After he finished lavishing your breasts with attention he moved back up your neck to your lips. Kissing you deeply and letting his tongue lick over yours adding to the heat and tension. 

"Ride me baby. Wanna watch you ride my cock. Use me to make yourself feel good darling."

He moved one hand down between your bodies as you lifted your hips to position the tip of his cock against your entrance. You immediately started sliding down on him. Moaning when you felt your hole starting to stretch around him. Taking him in a little bit before pulling back up and pushing down again and going a little bit farther. Working to pull every ounce of pleasure from that first delicious penetration. From that first delicious stretch that made you feel so full. Once you had bottomed out and had taken all of his cock inside you, you stopped your motions. Letting both of you bask in the feeling. 

Stephen brought his hands to your hips and started urging you to roll your hips forward to grind your pelvic bone against his, aiming to start stimulating your clit. You happily obliged. You loved that he tried to put your pleasure first most of the time, even when he was feeling greedy. He got off on seeing you shaking and moaning his name. So you let him start to grind your hips against him, bringing your hands to the sides of his head and leaning down to kiss him. 

Once you could tell you were getting closer to orgasm and felt the ball of heat growing in your low belly you urged his hands down to your thighs letting you sit up straight. Placing your hands over his you started to lift your body up and down on his cock. Moving teasingly slowly at first so you could feel each vein on his cock as you moved. Carefully starting to build your speed and force as you started to bounce faster. Pulling yourself up higher and moving your hands to his thighs, leaning back to make sure Stephen got a view of his cock sliding in and out of you. Making sure he could see the way your slick glistened on his skin, the way you had drenched his cock. 

He was hypnotized as he watched you. You looked like a goddess in the flesh. His very own goddess carrying his child. Seeing your growing belly as you rode him made his head spin. Every bounce of your body had him teetering on the edge of his control. He could feel his balls pulling closer to his body and knew he wasn't going to last much longer, but he had to get you there first. He had to. This was non-negotiable in his mind. 

Pulling one hand free from your grasp he licked his thumb and quickly brought it back down to start stroking your clit. His initial touch of the sensitive spot making your mouth fall open and your eyes fall shut.  He grinned to himself as he started circling and stroking the nerve filled bundle, listening for just the right noise that meant he found that perfect spot on your clit. While he did he repositioned himself with his feet flat on the bed, starting to thrust his hips up gently to meet yours. When you started whimpering and your bounces on him started losing their rhythm he started urging you on with sweet praises.

"That's it, love. I love watching you fall apart for me. Love feeling your pussy squeeze me so tight when you cum on my cock. I will never get tired of making you cum. So beautiful and so fucking perfect. Cum for me baby, just let go. Love you so much." 

When he felt your cunt start to flutter around him he took over the thrusting, but didn't stop his ministrations on your clit. You let the warm energetic pulse in the pit of your belly take over as your own movements slowed. Letting the electric wave of your orgasm sweep through your body out to your fingers and toes. Your head dropping back and a deep satisfied groan coming from your chest. 

Once the feeling waned and you floated back down to reality, you smiled at the man below you. Lowering your chest down to his and running your fingers into his hair as you kissed him over and over, whispering to him in between kisses. Pressing Your hips back to meet his thrusts with a faster and harder repetition. Wanting to work him to his climax just as he worked you to yours.

"I love you too Stephen. You make me feel so good. Want to make you feel just as good. Wanna make you cum baby. Love to feel you cum in me. Fill me up Stephen. Give me everything."

His hips picked up to a pounding speed as you coaxed him on. Strained groans falling from his lips and his eyebrows furrowed. A deep growl coming from him as you felt him tip over the edge and start to fill you. Feeling his cock throb inside you over and over until you were practically leaking with his seed.  For another moment he didn't let you move off of him. Wanting to stay in that moment, suspended in time, for as long as he could.

Eventually he let you move to clean yourself and him up before crawling back in bed next to him. You knew he hadn't taken his eyes off of you the entire time. He only relaxed again once you had snuggled back into his arms and he felt you relax with a deep exhale. Exchanging whispered "I love yous", before the weight of sleep took hold.

He held you tight in his arms and watched as you fell into a heavy sleep. Yeah you may have been shit at the mystic arts, but you had a magic that was all you own. A magic that Stephen wasn't sure he would ever fully understand, but he was okay with that as long as he could continue to bask in it with you. 

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Random WIPs

Since I have a million things in progress, and none of them ready to be posted because I’m jumping between several of them 🙃 Here’s snippets from a few of them 💙

1: Defender Strange (Affections part2) “Exactly, that didn’t look like everything went to plan darling?” She asks, a mock surprised tone in her voice.

“No, I wouldn’t consider the Defenders scrambling through a portal into my office yelling that you’re holding back an energy blast of 10,000 suns as going smoothly,” his fingers reach up to brush the loose hair from her face. “You go on one mission with them and almost get vaporized.” -

2: Main Stephen Glancing between the two, Stephen’s heart beats rapidly as the words fill him with dread. The idea of her slipping out of his reach again is the only thought pushing through his haze. 

Before the man can pull her away, he finds himself wrapping his fingers around her wrist, “Stay, please.” His voice cracks at the request, his hand holding her shaking as he tries to hold on. 

- (More Under Cut)

3: Supreme Strange (fluffy) Practically breaking into a sprint, he crosses the last of the distance, putting his arms out as she jumps into them eagerly, “Stephen!” 

Hugging her tightly to his chest, he spins her around a couple times, her laugh reminding him why it is, and has always been, his favorite sound. 

Setting her back to her feet, he suddenly becomes hyperaware of the eyes on them. Glancing over he sees several scientists from the nearby lab staring at them, “If you have time to stand around gawking, then I expect result reports tonight!” He snaps in annoyance and embarrassment, the tips of his ears reddening. 

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4: Supreme/Main (For Me Part 2, Y/N meets 616 Stephen) She shifts in the bed to pull down the collar of her robes to reveal the scars on her neck,“Mhm. I was dangerous. I am wildly dangerous according to many people.” Her eyes drift shut at the words.

“Apparently they think I am as well,” he comments, finding himself leaning forward to brush his finger tips across her scars with his free hand. “Yet you don’t?”

“I think we both have the ability to be insanely dangerous,” she answers, her eyes flickering open for a moment to meet his. “If you’re anywhere near the level of power my Stephen had, we could level a small country and make it back in time for lunch. The point being we wouldn’t do that.” 

“You trust me,” he states simply, enjoying the smile that curls on her lips. 

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5: Sinister Strange  She’d started to look forward to the other looks she got from him. Amusement. Contentment. Pride. A gentle smile in the morning, a full laugh that lit up his face after a dumb joke she told him. A smug smirk and nod of approval as she mastered a new spell under his direction. 

He was a surprisingly good teacher. While her own late Stephen had often gotten frustrated when she struggled to memorize the spells and replicate them in his time as her Master, this Stephen was different. He’d stand before her and mimic the hand movements step by step, carefully adjusting her hands by the wrist when she struggled. She’d often found herself apologizing for mistakes and wasting his time, but he just helped her reset and assured her that he was spending his time exactly how he wanted.

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[acediian]

─𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲 [ℹℹ.]

Pairing: Stephen Strange x OC, Sinister Strange x OC

Synopsis: Alma and Stephen find themselves in a desolate version of their own universe and, with no way to return home on their own, travel to the Sanctum Sanctorum to seek help. But the version of Stephen that they find there isn’t intent on letting Alma leave.

Word count: 4.8k+

Warnings: mentions of death, so much pining, magic fight, mentions of grief, that’s not how the Darkhold works but oh well??, some swearing. Since this fic will eventually feature some smut, 18+ ONLY!

A/N: Bit of a longer one this time, which means that the next chapter will be a shorter one. A chapter 2.5, if you will. I do hope you enjoy! Thanks, as always, for reading and please let me know what you think! c:

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They lost the girl. They had managed to stay one step ahead of Wanda following the invasion of Kamar-Taj, but their escape into the Multiverse had only bought them so much time. Even Alma had underestimated the capabilities of the Scarlet Witch and the will that drove her to pursue America so relentlessly. Maybe one day she would have to remind Stephen how right she had been not to trust Wanda, but now really wasn’t the time. 

After all was said and done, this would make for one hell of a debrief – other universes, alternate selves. Full confirmation of the Multiverse based on a first-hand account from a S.W.O.R.D. director and a Master of the Mystic Arts. This would shatter the status quo yet again and potentially change everything about the work the organization did. That is, it would if Alma and Stephen managed to find a way to return to their universe. 

The portal that Wanda had opened in the Gap Junction sent them flying into yet another unknown reality. As the portal fizzled shut behind them, Alma collided with the pavement with such force that it briefly knocked the wind out of her. When she finally managed to get to her feet, she saw Stephen already making his way up the alley and onto the street.

“No… no, no, no… shit!” he yelled, rubbing his hands down either side of his face.

“What? Stephen, what?” Alma called after him, but his dismay was made clear when she, too, reached the sidewalk and saw where they had ended up. “Woah…”

It was difficult to tell that this was even New York City. Every building was crumbling into dust and black, billowy matter that was being sucked up into the sky. Some of the skyscrapers had completely detached from the ground and were smashing into others with a deafening rumble. Vehicles, trash cans, and benches also hovered above the streets, which were eerily devoid of any life whatsoever. Not a single footprint marred the perfect blanket of snow that covered the sidewalks. This place was… dead.

“What the hell happened to this universe?” Alma wondered aloud.

“It looks like it collapsed in on itself,” Stephen replied, his tone uncharacteristically worried. “Or worse… it collided with another one.” 

“Terrific,” she muttered underneath the cacophony of crashing buildings and twisting metal. The melody of a dying universe.

“Come on. America doesn’t have long.”

Alma followed in step with Stephen as he began to walk with purpose up the abandoned street. “And where exactly are we going?”

“Well, if there’s still a Sanctum in this universe, then another me might still be guarding it. And that’s our best shot at getting back to our universe. Maybe our only shot.”

The two of them had to cross the road to avoid a whirlwind coming their way. 

“You really think anyone’s still alive in this universe? I mean… look at it.”

“We can only hope.”

Alma’s heart was racing, not from adrenaline, but out of fear. These were streets that she had walked for her entire life, but nothing about them felt familiar in this place. As they continued on, the horrors of this universe only continued to show themselves. Eventually, the layer of powdery snow on the ground was washed away by the dark, murky waters of the Hudson that had risen onto the streets. Waves gently lapped at their feet with each step.

The wall of disintegrating skyscrapers that enveloped them soon opened up into a desolate landscape that stretched to the horizon and beyond. All that stood in that barren place was the Sanctum Sanctorum, silhouetted against a cloudy sky and framed by a blood red, eclipsed sun. The soil crunched under each of their steps and Alma made the unfortunate decision to look down. It wasn’t rocks that littered the wasteland surrounding the Sanctum; it was bones. The remains of thousands - maybe even millions - were strewn across the ground for as far as the eye could see. 

“Oh my god. Stephen,” Alma cried out as she narrowly avoided stepping on the skull of one of this universe’s doomed inhabitants. She reached for Stephen with both hands, gripping his arm so tightly that he took in a sharp breath. His momentary confusion turned into dread as he followed her gaze and noticed what had frightened her so. 

Stephen placed a hand on her arm to urge her to keep moving. “Don’t look at them.”

“Where the hell are we?” she asked in an anxious whisper.

They continued on their path to the Sanctum, Alma clenching her jaw with every crunch beneath her boots. Amid the swirling fog that enveloped the lone building, they could see that even it hadn’t been untouched by the destruction of this universe. It, too, was slowly breaking apart. Much of its roof was already gone, splintering into the air like so many of the other structures in the city. Its facade was also deteriorating, the bricks and roof tiles curling in on themselves like flower petals wilting under the summer sun. The only part of it that remained untouched was the large, circular window on the top floor. Darkness lay behind the murky glass.

“Wait here,” Stephen said, taking a step toward the entrance. “I’m gonna go see if anyone’s home.”

“No.” Alma all but leapt in front of him to prevent him from going any further. “Absolutely not. You are not leaving me out here alone.” 

“Why? Are you scared?” He teased but, seeing how shaken she was, his smile fell away.

“Are you not?” 

Stephen was the only one that she let see her at her most vulnerable. To everyone else, she was a picture of stoicism and confidence. And while it had garnered her the respect of her colleagues and superiors, it had always invoked the ire of her loved ones. Not even her parents were allowed to see past the curtain - especially not since the terrible car accident in which her sister, Eleanor, had perished while she escaped with no more than a concussion and a dislocated shoulder. It was Stephen who had held her as she wailed in her hospital bed after receiving the news.  

“Hey…” He placed a comforting hand on her arm. The other nearly cupped her cheek before he withdrew, letting it fall to his side. “It’ll be okay. I’ll find a way for us to get home.”

“And if you don’t?”

“Well, then it looks like we’ll get that vacation we always talked about taking.” 

Alma looked at her feet, sighing. He was only being a smart ass as per usual, but his words stung so badly. It would have already been a long, taxing day if she hadn’t had to see him again. To relive the hurt of their breakup and face the very real fact that she was still in love with him. But all his playful teasing, the cheeky winks, and the joking reminders of dreams they once shared had simply become too much. 

“Please don’t say things like that.” Her voice was small. “Stephen, you broke up with me. There isn’t a ‘we’ any more." 

“You’re right,” he replied, his eyes surveying her face as she continued staring at her boots. “I’m sorry.” 

“Let’s just… focus on stopping Wanda.” Once this was all over, they could go their separate ways just like he wanted. 

They proceeded in silence up the steps to the Sanctum doors, which slowly groaned open to beckon them inside. The same waters they had walked through in the city flooded the foyer. The remainder of the ground floor was gone, long since swept away into an endless gray sea. All that survived was the foyer’s grand staircase, which extended beyond the walls of the Sanctum and into the foggy abyss. A loud slam echoed throughout the foyer and they both turned to see that the Sanctum doors had shut behind them. The only way forward was up.

A twinge of fear grew with each step that Alma took up the staircase behind Stephen. It was the trepidation of tiptoeing through the two dollar haunted house at the carnival on Halloween the year that Eleanor had been forced to babysit her because their parents had a company party to attend. The peeking through of trembling fingers that were the only thing between her and the zombies whose cheesy makeup seemed all too convincing to an eleven-year-old girl. But haunted houses didn’t frighten her any more.

Another set of doors awaited them at the top of the stairs. They, too, swung open before Stephen could even reach for the doorknobs. Behind them was another familiar room that had been made unfamiliar by this Incursion-ravaged universe. The main part of the Sanctum’s top floor, where the two of them had spent countless wonderful nights talking and laughing by the fire and so many others in peaceful silence. In this universe, the room was dark and lifeless, its once polished wood floors littered with leaves. Furniture and trinkets were strewn about the place with only a thick layer of dust and the occasional cobweb to provide them any company. 

Alma’s boot crunched on a fallen shard of glass from the mirror opposite the door and she turned, catching a glimpse of herself in its dirty, cracked surface. She was ghostly pale against the blackened wall behind her, with only the flickering light of the storm outside bouncing off of her slim face. The dim lighting only made the dark circles under her eyes stand out all the more. A hand reached up to the wound on her forehead that she had received during the assault on Kamar-Taj, no longer bleeding but still tender to the touch. There was a cut on her bottom lip, too, that she hadn’t even realized was there until now. She looked like shit, but she’d looked worse before. 

“We’re not alone,” Stephen whispered, drawing her attention away from the weary visage that stared at her from within the mirror. 

Alma shook her head in disbelief. “It seems pretty abandoned to me.”

“No…” He was able to sense something that she couldn’t. “Come on. Stay close.” 

Before she could say another word, he disappeared through the archway and she had no choice but to trail after him. Her jaw dropped as she beheld the grim sight before them: the back wall of the room, torn away by a swirling storm. A tunnel of clouds extended far beyond the Sanctum, ending in a small glimpse of the blue sky above. It was remarkably quiet for how violently the building was being ripped apart. No louder than the sound of gentle waves.

“Stop where you are.”

A soft voice - Stephen’s voice - came from the stairwell. As Alma turned to its source, it was unmistakably Stephen who was standing there with a hand on the rail. The figure was half shrouded in darkness, but the soft light that illuminated him from above showed enough for her to know that it was him. She had to blink a few times as she looked from one Stephen to the other. 

“Who are you?” Alma could feel the other Stephen’s gaze on her even though she couldn’t see his eyes. His voice was so quiet, with a gravelly quality that said it was rarely used.

“I’m just… one of us,” her Stephen reassured him. 

“From the Multiverse?” His silhouetted form perked up at the realization and he hurried down the remaining stairs until he was at their eye level. His eyes remained on Alma all the while, his features frozen in an expression of bewilderment and awe. “How did you get here?”

“By accident.” Stephen was quick to answer. 

If Alma closed her eyes, then she would have thought that Stephen was talking to himself. He did make a habit of it, especially when he was thinking. Wong often teased him for it; said that he only did so because he enjoyed the sound of his own voice. 

“That’s some luck… getting stuck here of all places,” the other remarked dryly as he began pacing the floor opposite them, hands clasped behind his back.

“I guess your reality wasn’t always like… this.”

“No.” The other Stephen’s voice was almost a whisper. “It was probably somewhat like yours until…” 

As he trailed off, her Stephen pressed for an answer. “Until?”

The room fell deathly quiet as the other stopped in his tracks. His gaze fell on Alma once again and his chest rose and fell in a shaky breath. He watched her intensely, with a ravenous yearning that froze her blood in her veins.

“Until I lost…” The words left him painfully, so much so that he couldn’t continue. 

Alma felt a hand on her forearm. It was her Stephen, reaching behind him in search of her. His hand slowly snaked down past her wrist to clasp onto her own. He was warm and, despite the ever-present tremble in his fingers, he held fast onto her.

“Lost?” he asked, a growing sense of concern in his voice. 

A solemn pause followed, with only the rumble of thunder and the sound of the crumbling building to fill the silence. There was a heaviness in the air that Alma had felt before. The living room of her parents’ house felt like this on the day they buried Eleanor. It had been so quiet that you could hear everything. Clinking plates and hushed conversation. Her mother’s soft cries from the bedroom down the hall. The dog clicking across the hardwood floor in search of scraps. Aluminum foil rustling in the kitchen. And grief, grief, grief. Suffocating, inescapable.   

The other Stephen did not elaborate further, but his unspoken words spoke volumes. 

“Why have you come here?” he finally continued. “What do you want?” 

“We’re just… trying to get home.” 

“Oh, yeah?” He took a few steps closer to them and Alma caught sight of a familiar, peculiar book attached to his belt by a jagged chain.

“Stephen, is that-?” she asked in a barely audible whisper, gesturing at the book with a nod of her head.

“The Darkhold,” he breathed. “You guard the Darkhold in this universe?”

“Yeah,” the other Stephen replied, placing a protective hand on the book’s spine.

“Well, I could use it. Communicate with our universe.” He looked at Alma. “Save America. Get us home.” 

Alma released Stephen’s hand and stepped around him to address his counterpart for the first time. Whatever sentiment he held for her was one she could try to take advantage of, at least. “Could we borrow the book, Stephen? Please?” She offered him a small smile. 

His features softened as she spoke, eyes even fluttering shut in a brief moment spent relishing the sound of her voice. But as she watched him consider their request, looking back and forth between the two of them, darkness slowly crept back onto his face. 

“No.”

One word and Alma felt her heart sink. She took a step closer. “Please.”

Flashing a sinister grin, he turned away from them to stare out of the circular window. “Why haven’t you married her, Stephen?”

“I’m sorry?” came her Stephen’s voice from behind her.

“You aren’t wearing wedding bands so I assume you aren’t married.” His hand clasped onto the Darkhold again. “I have searched… hundreds of worlds. Do you know how many I found where Alma and I weren’t married?” He swiveled on one foot to cast a biting look at Stephen. “None.”

“You’ve been Dreamwalking?” Alma asked.

“I was looking for a world like mine,” he said hoarsely. “A world… where I was without you. Where I lost you…” His shoulders fell. “But I didn’t find it. All I found were ones where we were together, where we were happy.” 

“Where I was still alive.” 

It was clear to her, now. All his yearning stares, the way he prickled at the sight of her. She hadn’t died in this universe’s Incursion; her death was the catalyst that had led to it. 

The other Stephen’s sorrowful expression turned into one of pain and bitterness. “I will never understand why I was the only one who lost you.” 

“And you destroyed your entire universe trying to find the answer,” her Stephen said mockingly.

“I never meant for any of this to happen.” His reply was defiant.

“Tell that to the trillions who are dead because of you.”

The other Stephen approached slowly, his eyes locked on Alma’s face. The dim light that filtered through the glass ceiling above them fell on him, highlighting his features well enough for her to finally see him properly. It was unbelievable, just how much he looked like the Stephen she knew. But given just how well she knew him, she could immediately identify every difference between him and the man standing before her. Of course, his hair and beard were styled differently, but he also looked… older. His hair was streaked with more gray, his cheeks more gaunt. The wrinkles around his eyes and between his brow were deeper. And his eyes, framed by dark circles that spoke to his weariness and grief. The Darkhold hadn’t been the only thing to take a toll on him.

“How about this, Stephen?” He almost spat out the name. “I won’t let you use the Darkhold, but I will send you back to your universe.”

“How?” her Stephen asked, his voice dripping with incredulity.

“The Darkhold can connect with other universes in more ways than just through Dreamwalking.”

“Then why haven’t you used it to try and leave this one?” Alma asked.

“Oh, I’ve tried,” he replied gloomily. “I can open portals to any reality I want, but I can’t use them. When I walk through… I only end up back here.” 

Alma exchanged half-hearted shrugs with her Stephen. Something about this didn’t feel right, but it was their only option and America was running out of time. 

“Alright,” Stephen agreed skeptically. 

“Ah, but here’s the deal,” the other demanded. “I’ll send you back to your universe… but your Alma stays with me.”

Alma felt all the air leave her lungs. With wide eyes, her head snapped to her Stephen, who immediately stepped in front of her protectively. “Slow down, Vincent Price. You seriously want me to leave her here? In a dead universe?”

“She won’t be alone. She’ll have me.”

“Yeah… out of the question.”

“No?” The other Stephen clicked his teeth. “Well, that’s just too bad.”

“Come on,” Stephen whispered to Alma over his shoulder. “I’ll find another way.”

His hand settled in the small of her back to guide her out of the room, but the doorway through which they had passed earlier was blocked. Barring their exit was a large Mandala spell, one that Alma had seen Stephen perform countless times before. This one, however, glowed with purple symbols instead of the orange that the sorcerers in their universe conjured. 

“Oh, no,” the other Stephen’s voice came from behind them in a low growl. “You think I’m just going to let you walk out of here? With her? She stays… whether I send you back to your universe or not.”

Stephen all but pushed her behind him. The Cloak of Levitation even puffed out to offer her a little more protection. In her day job, she never felt anything but confident in her ability to protect herself and her team. But if this other Stephen had the same abilities as the one she knew - or more - then all the combat training in the world wouldn’t be enough to defend herself.   

“I didn’t agree to your deal.” Stephen put his hands out defensively. “And Alma definitely didn’t.”

“I can’t let her leave!” the other barked. The storm outside punctuated his sentence with a menacing rumble. 

“She doesn’t belong in this universe,” Stephen shouted over the rolling thunder. “She isn’t your Alma!”

The other Stephen shook his head, eyes darkened with anger and desperation. “I already lost her once. I won’t let you take her from me!” 

With a flick of his wrist, a purple Eldritch Whip shot towards Stephen and wrenched the Sling Ring from his belt. The other caught it gracefully in his hand before throwing it aside. No portals, no quick escapes. Stephen retaliated with a Whip of his own, which clashed with the other in a brilliant burst of sparks. But the other Stephen’s magic quickly overtook his, turning the entire Whip purple and directing its powerful force back on him to throw him against the far wall.   

Stephen barely managed to scramble to his feet when the other pounced, conjuring a staff made of the same purple magic. The glowing weapon came down on Stephen, whose quickly conjured shield spell blocked one, two, three hard blows. The shield began to spark and fizzle out as a fourth blow came, difficult as it was for Stephen to repel such violent energy.

“Stop!” Alma cried. But as she approached the two of them, she was pushed away again. There was no knowing which one of them cast the spell to keep her out of the conflict. “Stephen!”

Hearing her say his name, the other Stephen stopped mid-swing of the staff and turned to look at her. The distraction gave Stephen the opportunity to hurl his counterpart backward with a wind spell that sent him into a bookshelf that rained heavy leather-bound tomes onto him. 

Stephen offered a cheeky nod of approval to Alma, who could only sigh.

The other Stephen’s resolve to ensure that she remained in this place, remained by his side, was too strong. Alma knew nothing would stop him until her Stephen was dead and he had what he desired. He quickly regained his composure and stood, his fiery gaze once again directed toward Stephen. Linking his fingers together in a diamond-shaped pattern, he conjured a ball of purple-white energy that grew and spun as he drew his hands apart.  

Before he could release it, Alma jumped between the two of them with arms outstretched and a fearful look in her eyes. 

“Don’t… please,” she breathed.

Seeing her in the way, the other Stephen halted the spell and let his hands fall to his sides. The malice tainting his handsome features turned into a look of regret and shame. 

“Alma, I would never hurt you.” He spoke softly, lovingly.

“I know,” she said, and she believed him. But the smile she offered him didn’t quite reach her eyes. 

A sinking feeling was beginning to fester inside her. It sat in her chest, growing, burning, tightening, until her heart began to race. Try as she may, she could see only one option in front of them. One way to stop this madness, to get Stephen home, to save the girl. Her eyes fell closed. 

“Stephen, you need to go.” When she opened her eyes again, she turned to her Stephen, breathless and battered as he was. “We are wasting time.”

“Alma…” A deep crease formed between his eyebrows, accentuating the sadness in his eyes. “Don’t you dare-”

I’m sorry. Alma thought, swallowing down the growing lump in her throat. She turned to the other Stephen and, after a pause that felt unending, heard herself say the words: 

“I’ll stay.”

“Alma.” Her Stephen grabbed her by the shoulders to make her look at him. “No.”

“Yes,” she asserted, though the breathlessness in her voice betrayed her. “If me staying here means that you can save every other life in our universe? In the Multiverse?” She shook her head defeatedly. “I have to.”

“No, you don’t.” His voice trembled.

Alma heaved an even shakier sigh. “Just save the kid, okay?” 

“Alma...”

There was no time to argue with him when they both knew that this was the only choice. Maybe it was a death wish, resigning herself to remain in this splintering universe. Doomed to never again feel the warmth of the sun, hear the rustle of leaves in the breeze, see the people who passed by the office every day. She also thought of her parents, who had already lost her to the Snap and gotten her back. Life had been too cruel to them. She hoped they would understand. Hoped they could forgive her. She hoped Stephen could forgive her, too.

“I’ll stay,” she said once again to the other Stephen, whose body noticeably lost its stiff posture. “I’ll stay with you. Please just… send him home.”

“With pleasure.” 

A smile slowly crept onto his face before he swiveled on the spot, releasing the Darkhold from its tether at his hip in a fluid motion. With a wave of his hand, the furniture slid against the walls of the room to provide ample space for the incantation. 

“I will need your assistance in locating your universe,” he noted as he placed the book in the center of the floor and opened it instantly to the page he needed. It was a request clearly directed at Alma, but both she and Stephen stepped forward. 

The room filled with a tangled web of red orbs that swirled around them in sync with the other Stephen’s movements. Alma found herself peering into their other lives, brief as those glimpses were. In one, she and Stephen were walking through a sunny Central Park. In another, she could hear their laughter as they dodged torrential rainfall between awnings. As the orbs continued spinning, the sound of a child’s laughter floated behind her. By the time she turned to look into the orb it had originated from, it was gone. 

“There.” Stephen’s voice sent her plummeting back to earth. “This one.” He plucked one of the glowing spheres from the web and Alma stepped forward to join him in examining it closer. Therein lay the horrifying image of America, tethered by Wanda’s dark magic, screaming and wailing in agony as her power was being ripped from her.

“Oh, my god,” Alma breathed. “She’s killing her.” She frantically turned to the other Stephen. “Please, hurry.” 

Kneeling, he pressed a hand against the Darkhold and the orbs disappeared into its open pages, casting the three of them into darkness once again. Again, Stephen flipped to the page that contained the spell he required without any need to filter through the numerous other pages with untold curses of their own. 

“Stand back!” he warned them, and they withdrew almost in sync. 

From the book, he drew a red, thread-like beam of energy with a trembling hand. The beam crackled and fizzled erratically, spitting out bright white sparks that skittered across the floor in every direction. Stephen’s hand curled halfway and the beam began snaking through his fingers. He let out a cry of exertion as he struggled to control the energy, which coiled and coiled with ever-increasing speed. 

Finally, the beam formed into a quivering sphere of unstable dark magic, which shot forth from his palm when he opened his fingers. As it met the far wall, it exploded into a portal - a swirling, amorphous cloud of smoke akin to a brewing storm with streaks of red and black that cut through the darkness like lightning.  

“Well, that’s my ride,” Stephen murmured to Alma before he hesitantly approached the billowing vortex. 

As she watched him, Alma suddenly felt herself being wrenched backward by an invisible force. The rubber soles of her boots squealed as they dragged across the wood floor, the sound of which caused Stephen to whip around to look at her. She, too, turned her head to see the other Stephen, still on his knees before the Darkhold, with an outstretched hand holding her in place beside him. 

“In case you had any ideas about taking her with you,” he growled.  

Alma locked eyes with her Stephen and the two shared a look of regret, of uncertainty. There was so much she wanted to ask of him. To say to him. But the urgency of their situation didn’t lend itself to that, so she had to settle on the most important things. 

“Tell my parents I love them and… that I’m sorry.” Her voice shook. “Contact my superiors in Florida. Tell them everything that happened.” Oh, and I love you. I still love you. She nodded in resignation.

“Alma…” he began, but she cut him off.

“Stephen, go.” Bittersweet tears stung at her eyes. “America needs you. Go.”

He lingered for just a moment, lips parted in words unsaid. “I will come back for you, Alma. I promise.”

What a hollow promise it was when he had no way of returning to this universe. But she believed with every fiber of her being that he would never stop trying. 

Alma stared blankly as Stephen stepped through the portal, which dissipated instantly and left no trace aside from a char mark on the wall where the spell had made contact. When finally released from the spell that restrained her, she slowly moved forward with eyes fixed on that spot. Her hand lifted to touch it and found that it was still warm beneath her fingertips. 

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Deranged and Deceptive {2} || dark!Sinister Strange

Summary: Days have passed and your Stephen hasn't come to rescue you yet. When the opportunity presents itself, it's time to take matters into your own hands. Warnings: 18+ only, kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, chemical attack, angst, dark themes. WC: 1549

Dr Strange Masterlist || Part One

The terrain was barren and you truly believed there was no one left in this universe except for you and Stephen. There were no signs of life beyond the sanctum at all. It was gut-wrenching to think that everyone you ever knew in your universe had been obliterated here, all because of him.

You looked over to Stephen, his stormy grey eyes fixated on you as the herbal he had made for cooled in your hands. You couldn’t stomach anything he made you, you didn’t know what he might put in it. So you stood at the window at the top of the observatory and waited. One day. One day your husband would come.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He uttered as he rose from the torn leather chair he had watched you from. “I’m not a monster.”

“No, you’re a protector.” You said, placing the full mug on the top of the piano. “You’re meant to help people, not this.”

His nostrils flared as he crossed the room and pressed his nose to yours. “This is me protecting you. This is me saving you from the universes that you are fated to die in. I lost you once already and I’m not the only one.”

Your eyebrows knitted in confusion as he reached for the bound book strapped to his hip, something he did whenever he was becoming unhinged. “What do you mean?”

“Every night I see you die in my arms.” He growled as he crushed you to his chest, your arms limp at your side. “Every night one of us loses you. We never save you. Don’t you understand? I have to save you.”

You struggled to pull yourself from his tight embrace but you broke free, knocking the mug over in the process and jumping as it shattered across the floor. You feared his reaction at the mess and he scoffed as he saw it too.

“I’m not going to hurt you, darling.” He soothed as he caressed your cheek softly. “I told you, I’m not a monster.”

You nodded numbly and bent down to begin picking up the broken remnants of the mug, hissing when you caught your finger on a sharp shard. “Is there still a cleaning cupboard here?”

“First floor cupboard by the stairs.” He said with a nod to the door. “The front door is spellbound so don’t try to leave. There are things more dangerous than me that lurk in the shadows.”

Your skin prickled at the thought but you nodded dutifully and made your way to the cupboard. You had known he didn’t do a lot of cleaning from the state of the sanctum and you were happy to find an array of bottles lined up on the shelf along with a first aid kit. It had been a long time since you took science in school but one lesson you had been repeatedly taught was what not to mix.

You shook the spray bottle that had a surface cleaning label on it and took it with a rag back up to the top floor. Stephen had returned to his chair with a book in his hand, looking serene as he turned the pages and smiled up at your entrance. It shouldn’t have made your heart flutter but when he smiled it was hard to discern him from your husband.

“Leave that a moment.” He said as he sensed the smile almost rising for him and curled a finger at you. “It can wait.”

You took a deep breath before your feet moved and he spread his legs expectedly, waiting for you to take a seat on his lap. He had been playing this game for days, ebbing away at your resolve and hoping you would give in to him. You had barely allowed him to touch you since waking up the first morning after arriving but it didn’t stop him trying.

Placing the spray bottle and rag on the table beside the chair, he grinned before his hands grabbed your hips and guided you onto his lap. Your body tucked into the curve of his and his arms wrapped around you, holding you intimately as a false sense of security grew between you. Your head rested on his shoulder and you were struck by the familiar scent you had inhaled a million times.

“See how perfectly we fit together.” You nodded, not trusting your voice as you looked up at him, his finger brushing over the bandaid on yours. “We were made for each other in every universe. It’s called a Constant.”

He took the book that was strapped to his hip and placed it on the table beside the rag before tapping its dark surface. “Every universe has its own timeline that is shaped by the choices of every being within it. But, there are moments that happen across every timeline and they are called a Constant. Our love is a Constant…as is your death.” 

“Everyone dies, Stephen, that is surely a Constant for everyone.” You tried to lighten the mood but his eyes remained tormented by a memory. 

“You died sacrificing yourself for me.” He croaked. “You always die the same way, in my arms.”

A teardrop escaped his lashes and rolled down his cheek, the ache in your heart changing as it hurt for him and his loss. You brushed the tear away and he turned to look at you, the pain receding as his eyes hardened and his hold tightened. 

“I will not lose you again.” He promised. “You are mine.”

The grip was beginning to hurt and you were not strong enough to pull away so you did the only thing you could think of to distract him. Shock and surprise froze him as your lips pressed to his but it was short lived before took control and deepened it, his tongue lashing across your lips for access.

Your body betrayed you as it warmed at his touch, his hands easing gently down your body and shifting you to straddle his hips. You could feel him pressing against your core through your clothes and a traitorous sigh broke through your lips. You couldn’t do this, not again. This was not your Stephen. This was a Stephen that had lost another version of you and nothing more. 

One hand trailed down his chest and over the buckle to his trousers, his eyes fluttering shut as he indulged in the surrender of your touch. Nuzzling into his neck, you turned his head away so you could kiss the sensitive spot that left him writhing under you. 

Your fingers gripped the spray bottle and eased it as close as you could before you pulled away. The bottle felt more like a gun as you raised it to his face and pulled the trigger as hard and fast as you could, his screams deafening you as tried to wipe the acid from his face. You leapt from his lap as he thrashed but still you sprayed more before grabbing the rag and pressing it over his nose and mouth. 

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered as his fight began to wane, limbs falling heavy to his side. The bleach and rubbing alcohol concoction burnt the cut on your finger but you could hardly feel it. “I’m sorry you lost your wife. But, I can’t be her replacement.”

His eyes rolled into the back of his head and you slipped the watch from his wrist to check the time and date. The glint of the engraving underneath left you nauseous as it held the exact same message you had gotten engraved for you Stephen but you pushed it to the back of your mind and ran out of the room. 

There were few relics you had paid any attention to but there was one that you had used. Sinum temporis, literally meant Pocket of Time. Wong had instructed you that if anything happened to him or Stephen, the safest place to go would be the Pocket of Time and you only hoped its use wasn’t a Constant or else he would know about it.

You dashed along the aisles of the refectory until you found the clay urn inscribed with a language you couldn’t read. You had no idea how long the homemade chloroform would last so you grabbed the heavy urn and placed it on the ground. 

3:58PM, 18th September 2021. You committed the date and time to memory as you lifted your foot to step into the urn. Your foot disappeared into the spell and the rest of your body was quick to follow. You had no idea if and when your husband would find you and release you from the single moment of time you were stepping into but you had faith that he would come. Like the mirror dimension, the Pocket of Time existed outside of the physical realm. It was a single point on the timeline that you would be preserved in until an outside force released you. You couldn’t age, you couldn’t die. You would have no memory of entering or exiting. If you exited at all, the only thing you would remember was everything leading up to 3:58PM, 18th September 2021.

#sinister!strange #dark!dr strange #dr strange x reader #dr strange x poc!reader #dr strange fanfic #dr strange imagine #dark!fic #tw: kidnapping

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine saving Sinister!Strange’s life.

This was not an easy world to live in. It was in ruins, other people were few and far between. You weren’t even sure if there was a world beyond New York City anymore. If there was, you haven’t heard from them. The thick, white fog blotted out any chance that you might have had to see airplanes in the sky, or any sign of civilization. But you had it better than most of the people who used to live here. You had shelter, and you had a purpose, working for Dr. Strange. Many would be mad at you for working for the guy who brought about the end of the city, perhaps the end of the world, but you had to survive somehow.

It didn’t get easier. It got worse. Newcomers entered your world. It might have been fine if it were anyone else. Literally.

Anyone else.

But it was Christine Palmer and another Dr. Strange.

A fight ensued between the two doctors. Christine stood outside while you - you were stuck on the inside with them. You didn’t have the magic that the Doctors did. You weren’t a wizard, a warlock, a shaman, whatever they wanted to call themselves on that particular day. If anything, you were a pacifist. But when you saw the way that the fight was going, when you saw that your Strange was heading out the window, about to fall, you leaped at him like a bobcat, pushing him off to the side rather than backwards, saving his life.

“STOP THIS,” You cried out, holding onto his robes. “Just - stop this. Hasn’t enough death and destruction happened?” And you looked at your Stephen in the eyes as he appeared surprised that you had done that. “Do you think that any version of Christine would want this?”

The two men stared at you, and then at each other. Wheels turning. Until finally, in a twist of events, Stephen handed over the Darkhold to the new Strange. “Don’t ever say I didn’t do anything for you,” He said to you, before disappearing into the depths of his sanctum. The other Strange left quickly, and it was your turn to pick up the pieces and clean up the mess. Again.

Requested by: Anonymous

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[burningwitchsstuff]

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.

#stephen strange #sinister!strange #doctor strange #multiverse of madness #stephen strange x reader #mcu x reader #mcu

[harlekin6]

Someone and sadly i dunno who it was, pointed out how gentle Sinister knocks on this window...and damn ...it stuck in my head so deep.... This rough man beeing super gentle after all💜💜💜🙈🥺Also a talk with @doctorstrangeaskblog about Sinister and the window, made me realize its such a deep meaning scene. He reaches out into the light, the open window before him, chaos splashing...but still hes captured and prisoned in the mind...and the hell of his.....so sad...

#doctor strange #stephen strange #sinister strange #sinister!strange #gif #headcanon #gentle #window #knock #soft

[angies-writing-blog]

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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[geeky-politics-46]

A Strange By Any Other Name

Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader, Donna Strange, unborn Baby Strange

Summary: Your pregnancy is starting to wear on you, but you better come up with a baby name before your daughter does.

Warnings: Minor angst w/ a happy ending. General pregnancy frustration. Swearing? Overprotective but very sweet Stephen.

Fun fact, apparently I wanted to name my brother Pongo before he was born. 28 yrs later he stoll doesn't think that's funny. Decided to throw in a smut free story into the series occasionally for all readers.

The little dark haired girl with big blue eyes bounced behind you wearing a purple sparkly princess dress as you walked the halls of the Sanctum Sanctorum. Well, walk was a generous term for what you were doing. At this point it was more like waddling. You didn't remember being this big with your daughter. Especially when you still had about a couple months left to go in your pregnancy.

"Okay, what about… Pongo?"

"No."

"Olaf?"

"No."

"Ooo, what about Stitch?!"

"Donna Victoria Strange, we are not naming your baby brother after a Disney character... I will consider Stitch as a nickname though if he's a little troublemaker like you. Your father does behave like Stitch sometimes too though."

At that very moment Stephen stepped around a corner a few feet in front of you causing you to come to as abrupt a halt as you could manage. A mischievous smirk on his face as he held out his hands for you to balance. Winking over your shoulder to his little mini-me who smiled a big happy grin missing several teeth.

The two of them were starting to drive you nuts. They had made a little deal with each other a few weeks ago. Once you started having more trouble moving around with the size of your pregnant belly. One of them constantly had to keep an eye on you. It was Stephen's idea of course. He had done the same thing during your first pregnancy. This time around he just had your daughter to help him. Donna loved helping her daddy with anything and everything so she of course agreed with him.

It all came from a good place. Stephen was nothing if not a bit of a worrywart when it came to you and your children. He had been since day one. Your pregnancy only made him even more adamant he and Donna do everything for you. That your job was just to grow that little baby in your belly. Anything you wanted or needed, all you had to do was ask them for it.

"What was that darling? Where are the three of you off to? You know you could have sent Donna to get me. As big as you've gotten, which you know I love, you know that you can't walk as well. All the stairs make me nervous."

"Mom was going to get something to eat. I was trying to come up with baby names."

She lifted her head high and smiled. Proud that it sounded like she was being the responsible one planning for the baby. She wanted to help the two of you in any way you would let her. Whether it was trying to come up with baby names or decorate the nursery.

"Maybe the reason I can barely walk is because the two of you barely let me get myself back and forth from the bed to the bathroom to the couch."

He pressed his lips together and thought for a moment. He was trying to choose his words carefully. He didn't want to accidentally upset or anger you. He knew you were starting to get pregnancy cabin fever and your emotions were running high.

"I just want to keep the two of you safe. You are the love of my life, and our two little babies are our little miracles. I would never forgive myself if something happened to any of you. That's why when I'm busy Donna is tasked with helping with anything you two need, or coming to get me to help. We just want to take care of both of you."

Donna ran around from behind you to her father. He promptly picked her up and held her on one hip. She gave an authoritative nod, indicating that she was in firm agreement with Stephen. A total daddy's girl through and through, and Stephen loved every second of it. You were outnumbered. It was two against one… for now.

You rolled your eyes and turned right back around, starting to head back to your bedroom. Knowing you had been defeated. Both your husband and your daughter were even more stubborn than you were when they combined forces. It didn't stop you from muttering and complaining under your breath as you retreated though.

"Fine. You win. For now! This kid better be a mama's boy. I'm getting tired of being outnumbered all the time. Then we're gonna need a tie breaker, but at least it will be better. I'm gonna be so mad if you side with your father all the time too."

You could hear Stephen chuckling behind you as you went back to your shared bedroom. At least if the two of them were occupied together making you something to eat you could squeeze in a nap. God you missed sleeping on your stomach. Stephen made you love being pregnant, it was hard not to love it when he was as enamored with your pregnant form as he was, but you were really starting to miss not being the size of a hot air balloon. You missed not having to pee every ten minutes. You missed being able to stand up by yourself. Hell you even missed having sex in the missionary position.

It hadn't been very long after you plunked yourself back down on your side of the bed and wriggled until you were in a comfy position that Stephen came in carrying a tray. You couldn't help but notice your daughter wasn't trailing behind him like normal. She followed Stephen around like a shadow most of the time. That was the only thing you were really worried about when the new baby came. How would she do having to share her father's attention?

"Where's your assistant?"

You couldn’t help but tease him a little about it. As much as Donna adored her father, he was completely wrapped around her finger as well. One really good pout and she could get the universe’s greatest sorcerer to do whatever she wanted. You could only imagine he would be just as bad with your son.

"She went back to her room to work on coming up with more ideas for baby names. So you only have one servant for now.”

You gave a little snort and started surveying the assorted goodies on the tray. Mindlessly you started picking at some graham crackers. You still hadn't quite let go of the frustration of not getting to do much for yourself anymore. Somehow not doing anything was more tiring than having a day full of things to do. You knew you should be enjoying the rest while you could. Once the baby came you knew rest would be hard to come by. It was just getting so mind numbing though.

"I know you are getting restless sweetheart. I know I'm probably being too overprotective, but can you really blame me? For so long I was here alone with nothing. I think it would actually kill me if something were ever to happen to you. You've totally and completely ruined me, and I love you so much for it."

"Yeah yeah, I love you too, you big dope. I’m just getting really tired of doing nothing all day, and I can only nap for so many hours everyday. I'm not a house cat. We really should try to pick a name soon though. Otherwise he's gonna end up named after a cartoon frog or something."

Stephen laughed but shook his head in complete agreement. Donna had the best of intentions, but yeah every name she suggested was a cartoon or movie character. He had already gotten to the point where frankly Nemo didn’t sound too bad compared to some of the others. If you didn’t figure out a name soon she would end up wearing both of you down.

"I defer to you my dear. You are the one doing all the hard work after all. Plus I would never have picked the name Donna, but you couldn't have made a better choice for her."

You sat and looked at the tray. Picking at grapes and cheese, but clearly thinking. He knew you had a couple ideas you had been holding back, waiting for when it seemed right to suggest them. Stephen let himself start picking at the snacks too. Trying to appear casual even though he was very curious to hear your thoughts.

"Well, what about Stephen Jr.? I wouldn't mind having another Stephen Vincent Strange running around. Even if the original drives me nuts now and then. He’s kinda grown on me."

You eyed him from the side and smirked, knowing he had that cute look on his face that he always got when you got the better of him. Like you had just told him the world's greatest secret or the solution to a riddle that had him stumped.

Once again you had managed to surprise him. He had expected you to suggest Vincent, his middle name. Especially since you constantly teased him about how you loved that he kinda looked like Vincent Price, which is who his mom picked it after. He had not expected you to suggest Stephen. After all this time you still found ways to leave him speechless and if it was possible it made him love you even more.

After a couple minutes of sitting there dumbstruck he finally found the words to answer. Even though he was sure he would never find the words to verbalize how he truly felt. It might be confusing with two Stephen’s and he wasn’t sure how he felt about calling him Junior, but he would figure out something. If that was the name you wanted, then that was the name you would use.

“I definitely don’t think I would have suggested it, but I like it. If you really think you can put up with two of me then I won’t stand in the way. Although you can’t complain if the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Even though I hope the apple takes more after you.”

He leaned across the bed and kissed your lips softly, then your forehead. He pulled you to lean against him. Your back against his chest with both of you reclining comfortably together. You took his hand and placed it on your belly, leaving yours resting on top of his. Looking down at your bump you began talking to your son.

"You hear that Stephen? That's gonna be your name. Just like your daddy. You are gonna Stephen Vincent Strange Jr."

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[strange-dreams-are-made-of-these]

I don’t know what I did to deserve 50 followers, but I wanted to thank you all from the bottom of my heart! I would love to answer some asks or write some stories with your requests or imagines. if there is anything you would like to see or read, please let me know!!

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[stephen-holmes]

Spoilers for MoM !

I think I forgot how to breath

K next edit will not be sinister strange (I hope)

Song:new magic wand by Tyler, The creator (edit audio)

#doctor stephen strange #doctor strange #mcu #multiverse of madness #multiverse of madness spoilers #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #sinister!strange

[lykaonimagines]

Doctor Strange MV - Prelude 12/21 (AFI)

2,000 Followers Video

I just recently hit 2,000 followers, and wanted to do something I haven’t done in awhile to celebrate ^_^ Thank you to everyone who follows me, and takes the time to read my stuff. 2,000 is just crazy, thank you so much 💙

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[acediian]

{Chapter One}

Pairing: Stephen Strange x fem!OC, (eventually) Sinister Strange x fem!OC

Word count:  3.8k+

Rating: T (eventually M)

Warnings: violence, gun use, swearing, post-breakup mutual pining, general peril??? 

Summary: Alma, a newly appointed S.W.O.R.D. director, finds herself working alongside Stephen Strange to confront an inter-dimensional threat two months after he abruptly ended their long-term relationship and broke her heart. A young girl needing their help forces Alma to confront her lingering feelings for Stephen while they search for answers. 

Preview:

Alma wanted to run to him but her legs wouldn’t budge. She could only stand there, gawking, as Stephen Strange shook off the blow and rose to his feet. It was merely a coincidence that he looked in her direction. But as soon as their gazes locked, the world around them fell away. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed. Not the creature, not the people running past them, not even the ground beneath her feet. All Alma could hear was her hammering pulse and all she could see was him. 

→ Read the rest on AO3!

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

My June Fics

...prev months fics...

Requests: temporarily closed just while I catch up on these and sequels

My Library || Main Masterlist

My Heart Remembers You || Bucky The Rebound {2} || biker!Bucky Body Heat || best-friend!Bucky Feral and Fertile || Dr Strange The Mark || Steve Rogers Claws Out {2} || Stucky The New Partner || Nick Fowler Burning House || Bucky The Interrogation || Winter Soldier First Lady {2} || biker!Steve Run These Streets {2} || street racer!Bucky Quindrabble #4 || Jake Lockley First Impression || Dr Strange Insecurities || Mafia!Bucky Run These Streets {3} || streetracer!Bucky Big Mistake || Steve Rogers Promises || Bucky Until We Meet Again || Loki Sanguis Sorcerer || Dr Strange Deranged and Deceptive || dark!Sinister Strange Birthday Wishes || Stucky Claws Out {3} || Stucky The Horologist || Dr Strange Slipping Through His Fingers || tasm!Peter Parker Obsidian Nights || mafia!Bucky The Secret Life of Bucky Barnes || fatws!Bucky Red || Natasha Romanoff Milestones || Loki Medusa’s Curse || Bruce Banner (2) + 1 || Stucky

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[slasher-art]

Happy birthday again, @fanartka . :)

I hope you liked the cake that the guys made for you :D

(And everyone who is here, help yourself too :))

I wish you success, love and fulfillment of all desires, sweetheart, and most importantly peace of mind, health and that every day be happy and fill your heart with inspiration. 💋

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