#dark!doctor strange

[highonmarvel]

The Other Side

Searching for your Stephen, you find another, and he won’t let you go this time.

An entry for Day 4 of the exciting @sintember challenge!

Prompt: The Other Side, ft Sinister Dr Strange of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Dr Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022).

Warnings: DUB-CON!, possessive behaviour, developing Stockholm Syndrome. 18+! [And I haven’t watched Dr Strange in so long, please pretend I know what I’m doing.]

You had lost Stephen and America, and you were now left in a crumbling world, a universe broken, with no way to get home. Based on the wrecked state of the world, you thought there wasn’t a Dr Strange here, that he had been defeated and his opponent left ruin. Though he wasn’t your Stephen, the thought still deeply upset you, that Stephen could be defeated, and maybe yours would be.

You push open the door of the Sanctum, you want to call out to him but you know there’s no point. The heavy door falls shut behind you. All the antiques and strange paintings and ornaments that once decorated the foyer have been shattered, some are deteriorating, and a dark mist floats through the cold temple, enveloping you, nearly strangling you, you feel.

Upstairs. You know you have to head to the Window of the Worlds.

You walk to the window, engraved with the Seal of Vishanti. It’s cracked, black lines not belong to the symbol run in all directions across the glass, that has a purple tint, nearly a faint violet glow. You want to touch it, when you hear your name whispered.

You spin, and there stands Stephen. Not your Stephen. This Stephen is… different: he looks older, streaks of grey paint his dark hair, with sunken eyes.

“Stephen!” you call, taking a step forward, “Or, Dr Strange, I need your help, please.”

“You’re here,” he murmurs, slowly walking towards you.

“I- I am,” you sputter, a little confused and off put by his trance-like demeanour, as his curious eyes never leave you, “I lost Stephen—my Stephen—and I need to get back.”

“I am your Stephen.” his voice is so low, so low you wouldn’t have heard it were you even a notch below the level of hyper-awareness he’s activated in you.

He steps into the light, and you gasp and take a step back. Visually, he’s not much different to the average person, but his eyes are dark, a familiar blue you once knew sealed up in an endless black; you can’t read them as he continues to walk towards you. You still.

He stops in front of you, and raises shaky hands to cup your face, his lips parted slightly as his foreign dark gaze analyses every inch of your face. His fingers are cold, ice cold, so cold they burn, like dry ice; you wince at the contact but he doesn’t seem to notice.

“No,” you whisper, “No, I’m not yours, and you’re not my…”

You raise your hands to gently grasp his wrists, and freeze when you see it. His fingertips are darkened, stained with a black so profound, so dangerous in sheer aura that you know what it’s from.

“Stephen?”

He’s been tampering with the Dark Hold, the book of sins so evil you barely know of it, just the name elicits chills; Stephen, your Stephen, barely discussed it, he never did until he found out about the Scarlet Witch’s use, and even still he said very little; you got the feeling that though his knowledge seemed limitless, he knew little here, and very deliberately he kept himself in the dark, because if he knew, he’d indulge.

And indulge he has, this sinister Stephen holding your face gently in his hands, as if these hands haven’t caused unfathomable destruction. You should have known—you knew—that Dr Strange could not be defeated. He wasn’t conquered, never could he be: he conquered.

“That’s me,” he smiles and reassures you. Though his eyes and fingers are stained, that boyish smile you know to be yours is the same as ever.

“What did you do?” is all you can muster in a shaky breath, a tear slipping down your cheek, he watches it fall.

“I did what was necessary, and you…” he strains his voice to prevent himself from choking on his words and he smooths a calloused finger over your skin, wiping away the single tear that had spilt, “You were gone.”

His eyes soften, and, despite the cold of his hands, they’re warm, his eyes, his body too, you notice, noting he’s much closer to you than you realised, and definitely too close for comfort. You don’t even know if you can call him insane, mad with power, and furthermore, you can’t tell what he meant by…

A cold hand snakes over your shoulder and his fingers grasps the back of your neck, pulling you towards him. When he kisses you, you stiffen, but, really, for barely a second, because his lips, they feel so familiar. This man is like your Stephen, you can feel it, but you see a different image; he’s like your Stephen if he had no self control, or even just a little less than he has now.

The thought hits you: you could never deny Stephen. Even if you could, say, by the grace of some higher power, even if you could walk away, Stephen always gets what he wants. There isn’t even a higher power you can turn to: there is no power higher than Stephen.

“You’ve come back to me.”

What can you even say? You’re sure he isn’t delusional, you’re sure he knows you’re not his, and you’re sure he doesn’t care. You nearly resign to your fate, but the thought burns you so hot you hurriedly blurt out,

“What happened to her?”

To you. Did he…?

He doesn’t answer, he stays gazing into your eyes, a sombre-looking but relieved smile on his face, like he’s reconciling the fact that he was wrong; he’s never wrong, but he never thought he would see you again. He simply repeats, “You’ve come back to me.”

“Stephen, no,” you state, firmly, yanking his hands off your face and holding his wrists down between you two. He seems mildly shocked, you’re sure he would have been able to overpower you if he you didn’t catch him slightly off guard. But no, you should know you could never be apart from him, whether you want to or not.

Magic ropes wrap around your wrists, tying a knot and pulling them close together, so tight you wouldn’t be surprised if they sliced your hands off. Stephen’s magic is golden, pure, this man—you don’t even want to call him Stephen—his magic is corrupt; purple, with black shadows swirling the violet pulses emitting from the shapes he draws.

You panic, forcing your head down to look at your bound wrists and then snapping your head back up to him. You open your mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a shrill little squeal as you’re lifted a few centimetres off the ground. The same purple and black vines wrap around your ankles, forcing them together.

You notice this is the first time you’ve been above him, floating just high enough for him to have to raise his chin to study you. You always thought this would give you some kind of dominance (fleeting and artificial as it may be), to be over him, but no, you never stood a fucking chance.

You barely struggle, afraid that if you shift around too much you’ll drop to the ground, so all you can do is be still as he circles you, examining you. Another thing; he doesn’t seem to just look at you, he studies you, like looking for flaws in a sculpture. What happens if he finds them?

“You know,” he finally speaks after several minutes of inspecting you, “All this…” he turns you towards the window. There’s a rift in the sky, with seemingly everything in it, everything in existence, it’s overwhelming, “I did for you, honey.”

He’s lying, he must be; though you can imagine yourself getting a little carried away now and then, in no universe could you ever see a version of yourself prepared to bring about mass destruction, the ends of literally infinite lives, no; you may be imperfect, but the collapse of an entire universe? He’s either lying or being intentionally ambiguous. Maybe he’s not lying, just misleading.

“You didn’t; you did it for her,” you half-lie; while it’s true he could only have done this for a different version of you, you doubt she would have authorised that, but you use her as sort of a scapegoat anyway.

He flicks his fingers and you spin to face him. He lowers you just enough so you’re at eye level, and despite your best efforts, you genuinely can not read his gaze; you can’t find any hint of what he may be feeling, it’s just a void, but it’s not, it’s not a void; you know there’s something there, something you’re missing.

You’re sure he’s going to say something, maybe continue his little game of pretending you’re his, but just as you anticipate the opening of his mouth, you violently spin again, this time towards the door, with a shriek. He walks in front you, and you follow behind, like you’re being pulled by a rope, like a dog on a leash who’s trying to play with something when the owner is fed up and wants to go home.

His bedroom door slams shut behind you and you’re lowered onto bed with a gentleness the human touch could never give, his magic softly laying you like you’re the most precious thing, and based on the look he’s giving you, you damn well might be.

Your soft rest hazes your mind for a moment, but you’re snapped back to the cold of the Sanctum when you feel him hover over you.

“I’ve missed you…” he whispers.

You don’t know when your pants came off, but you feel him run a practiced finger over your clothed slit. Oh, God, he feels exactly like your Stephen; the foreignness of his eyes and slight change in demeanour don’t seem to mean anything when he still feels exactly the same, it’s fucking with your mind.

You love your Stephen, more than anything, and you know this isn’t him. You try to push him off but when he slips a finger inside of you, you can’t help the shudder that vibrates through you.

Can I get Stockholm Syndrome so easy? you wonder to yourself, more berate yourself, as you try desperately to ignore the feeling of his fingers inside of you, moving in and out just the way you like, he knows what you like, he knows your body just the way Stephen does.

Because he is Stephen.

۞

#sintember 2023 #sinister strange x reader #dark! dr strange x reader #dark!dr strange x reader #dark!doctor strange #dark stephen strange #dark!stephen strange #dr strange smut

[thornsinmycrown]

STAY SOFT

DARK!DOCTOR STRANGE x AFAB!READER

warning(s): [ MDNI +18 ] no use of y/n, afab!reader, use of petnames (hon/honey) eventual smut, 18+ dark content, yandere dynamics, minors do not interact. word count: 2.9k

summary: years have been passing by, years where nothing seemed to be fortunate for Doctor Stephen Strange on his quest for greatness that until one day he realizes the key of happiness was always presented in front of him, you.

CHAPTER ONE.

You were accompanying each other through the corridor, both doctors heading to their interview. The cameras were ready to capture your smiles as you talked about the miraculously successful procedure, with the new technique that the neurosurgeon had co-created in conjunction with you, the recently transferred back doctor on duty, after, saving the life of one of your patients.

"Ready for the interview, hon?" asked the neurosurgeon, visibly excited.

"It depends," you answered with your iced coffee in hand, "what exactly are we talking about?" you questioned, remembering one of many professional conversations where you had been slowly silenced by Stephen's eccentricities.

"Well, we're talking about the patient," he assured you with a relaxed smile, "how I intervened…"

"We intervened," you corrected, mid-sip without even being bothered. From a man like Strange you could expect anything.

"Of course, that's what I meant," he brushed it off, "we're a great team."

You raised an eyebrow with a half smile hiding behind your coffee so, you wouldn't laugh outright in Stephen's face with your bitter sarcasm.

"Oh, really?".

But, sometimes, you just couldn't help it.

"Yeah. I am the best neurosurgeon in the world, you are the best psychiatrist, we complement each other perfectly, don't you think?" he flirted. Again.

Ever since you had met Stephen Strange, you realized that his world revolved around three things: he, himself and him. Since Stephen Strange had met you, his world began to revolve around four things: He, himself, him and you.

"It's true, we know so much about each other," you completed, a subtle sarcastic tone that passed for friendly, drawing a goofy smile from the doctor. "Truth or Dare?" You decided to play around a bit before the interview.

"I love a challenge," Stephen bragged, winking at you playfully. You looked to the front and rolled her eyes before saying the dare.

"I dare you to tell me what my master's degree is," you said, placing yourself in the corner of the sofa by the door as an old habit in your office.

Stephen stopped short, adjusting his cell phone on the coffee table's surface, he really didn't expect that to be the dare, but he knew he wasn't going to win, pretending not to understand was not an option since he wasn't stupid: he could feel your petty aura, who, in a desperate attempt for him to leave you alone, agreed to listen to his cynicism.

"Of course I know, it's…something that starts with 'gers'?" His tone revealed the lack of attention he gave to his partner, the same one that soon narrowed her eyes in an almost accusatory way.

"Amazing that with your eidetic memory, you can't recall a single title easily in casual chat," you accused, taking a last sip from your coffee canister before setting it down on the small table across them.

The office was full of cables and high lights in the background that gave the place an overly saturated aspect, for Stephen it was like rediscovering that his natural habitat could be even more glamorous, cornered by a camera and reporters waiting to write down his every word, as if the truths off the universe came out of his lips, the sensation of having been born for it raised his ego to Olympus.

For you, however, it was as if you had been paid to swallow hot lava so you took another sip of your icy drink, you knew you wasn't tiny compared to anyone, but to talk about your work the way the neurosurgeon does and with the intention in which he pronounced each word of honor, it caused your belly to roll over. You only hoped that Stephen would not believe himself the Hand of God or say something out of place on camera that could later cause his own declive; Although knowing him, he would find his way out to be free of problems in the end.

"I don't give much importance to titles," he chuckled lightly, feigning a humility that on rare occasions he denoted in certain spaces, something that made her correspond with a lopsided smile.

"It's not what you told your assistant yesterday when he called you 'Steve' and not 'doctor,'" you remarked, knowing that he would ignore your title if it represented a risk to his own.

He looked around to check who was listening to the conversation, slightly uncomfortable with the idea of causing a misconception of his usually prefabricated charming and talented persona, adverse to the generally apathic and arrogant self he usually ought to be on his quotidian agenda.

No one was paying them the attention he believed they deserved, although now it was a fortune to their insignificant argument.

"Well, 'Steve' is for family, my assistant is my employee", he lied, he dismissed the topic lowly, whoever heard him would see it was somewhat normal, a simple correction. But you didn't.

You saw that gleam in his eyes, you didn't know what it was or how to call it, yet there it was somehow making you shiver, too detatched to be simple wording, too straight to mean further relevance. He was displeased, you always noticed, at your inconvenient comments related to whatever he did or say — and he did like it too.

Perhaps that's why he was so fond of you and as much as you were an obnoxious partner to work with at times, you were never unwanted for him. Women kneel voluntarily just to have a touch of, at the very least, the hem of his leather belt, batting bambi eyelashes and leaving purposeful red lipstick stains in the collar of his shirts; When somebody says "yes" so many times, one can easily be draw to the person that dares to say no.

"Got it!", you crossed your legs in the small sofa, humming lowly and by the time Stephen's ears peered this sound, you were already on your machiavelic deed, "Steve's ready for the interview and so am I, where's 'hair and make-up' by the way? He kinda needs it".

And everyone laughed. A harmless laugh that Stephen had to mimic while he glared at you with disapproving eyes. Very few things really made him angry: traffic, calls from operators to change phone lines, incompetent people assisting him in the operating room, or being assigned patients with less serious problems than the ones that led him to the interview he was about to give, but his name was the top of the list.

It fragmented his ego, name badges and business cards elegantly decorated with off-white backgrounds, spent thousands of dollars so that his name always appeared in full never misspelled capital letters, now reduced by you to a bland nickname for any average white American man who eats hot dogs at every sunday baseball game in which his son stays on the bench, he was not the avarage man and he knew it — or at least had an idea of it.

He could never dispise you, how to dispise you? He just wished that for once you could see how great of a man he could actually be if you gave him that chance, but any advance you had dismissed with fervour. And now here he was, laughing with you, pretending he liked your jokes and wasn't pissed just to attract you, to appear as a likeable man and maybe, others saw that too.

They probably believed you made the eccentric and artificial Doctor Strange a more humane being in the end, that your friendship gave him the piece of humble cake he needed, a mere mistake. You had the vision of a therapist and, like a detective, could sense all the cowebs of his tricks, the amateur process of a conquest poorly planned.

The interview went on anyhow, some laughs and comments about procedures that seemed to falsely fascinate the interviewer who batted her eyelashes as if she was mopping the air, Stephen using terms and long words he made sure no one would understand to impress the viewers and you, spreading awareness of regular check-ups. Everything was marching good until the interviewer saw something between you two, something she knew would definitely sell the story further.

"It must have been very easy for you to work together," unsuspected for you where the conversation was going, your smile still looked genuine for the crimson mischievous grin who was in front of you "how long have you been working together?" to you it seemed a normal, common co-workers question.

"I guess... Since always?" You shrugged, trying to evoke in your mind since when did you considered working with him a logical idea, and you looked for Stephen's eyes subconsciously.

"I can't really remember" he scratched the back of his head, smoothing out his hair to not ruin his perfect hairstyle and what it appeared to be a sheepish smile slowly formed on his lips, "we met many years ago, though she looks like no day has passed" he complimented you, and you silently nodded in thankfulness.

He gave you a plain smile, he was used to you not complimenting him back, so it didn't felt awkward, he always expected it, thinking of himself of a poor hopeless romantic every time, like a puppy waiting for his owner to pull the leash, it almost seemed to be as if you were hiding something.

The perfect excuse for a reporter hungry for gossip.

"You look like you're very close indeed", she casually threw, "what is your relationship like outside of work?", by this point, you should have started to guess this wasn't going to be concerning to work anymore.

To be honest, you were excited too, as much as you wanted to be skeptical and keep yourself grounded or tell the doctor beside you not to get too comfy at the idea of being a celebrity, you were going to be on T.V; Everyone would know you were part of the creation of a procedure capable of giving anyone the chance to retrieve their motor skills to a level where they could have a normal life again. It consumed you to a degree you didn't fathom until now.

"I think we have a good connection outside work, he's open to share ideas, he adapts to situations and also has a great talent", by the way he was smiling back at you, you could say he was enjoying the praise rain, not often between the two of you on your end specifically, "one of the best on his field".

"If not, the best" he quickly interrupted, a light laugh erupting from his lips. "If you allow me saying," and Stephen would never miss a chance to publicly show you he was your number one fanatic, "she's fantastic to work with, she brings details and perspectives in a very unique way, as much as I would like to admit it, there are things I can't quite grasp without her" he laughed again, more loosely even, charming and attentive to his co-worker's reactions.

"Would you describe it as intimate, then?" It was intentional, the innuendo on her words was clear, and it was just rising.

"Sorry, what?", you scratched your ear gently, your brows narrowed significantly and you hoped you had mistaken the clear double intention behind her words.

"Yes! Your relationship" she promptly casted the mood to put a name to what you had — wrong names.

» "At first glance, one could say you are very close to each other. You compliment yourselves fine" her gaze was serious, she wasn't teasing to spite, she was doing it to sell a love story.

And it didn't place into your mind of how good could it be to have a column on one of those shallow magazines, where they share tips to style their old skinny jeans better or lose weight with five easy steps, on how two professionally accomplished doctors saved the world with their brains and their love.

"Well, if we look like we are close to each other, it's because we are" Stephen, not so oblivious to the route of the conversation, couldn't let himself waste time "I mean, we spend most of our days together" he shrugged, acting as natural as possible.

"Because of work" you ended quickly.

Due to the way the interviewer arched a brow, you could notice she wasn't happy with the way words were being phrased, and she had to dig in more dominantly.

"Sure, but, you know—" she licked her lips.

"Know what?" you didn't exactly spat back, that wasn't how the usual confrontation went with you.

You were always on the rational side of things, the one that decides if it's worth it to continue an argument or not, between blacks and whites you always tried to be the gray.

"Two young attractive people spending so many hours together, and you seem to hold a lot of chemistry" your smile slowly faded into a thin line, that was the moment Stephen knew something was wrong, "how would you describe your relationship?"

Despite his usual playful self, he decided to step on and set the boundaries you always spoke about, because he would never do something to displease you, specially not if you saw so directly what his intentions could be, he had to be smart and play crosswords with his speech.

He gave you a side eye to check on you, you shared a brief glance and that was all he needed to attempt to better things up for you without loosing style.

"We're more of a partnership than anything," he admitted this time with more sincerity as he noticed your displeased reaction, he would never do you mad in a way that could make himself look bad in front of anyone, " I do, and say with the utmost respect, that I consider her an equal in what our fields concern" he really tried to make it better.

"That means you've never blurred those professional lines before?" it was the quizzical brow, the stupid smirk, everything seemed to be set up to make your brains bolt.

You sighed deeply, your right hand rubbing your forehead with your eyes closed, you scratched one of your brows with your thumb and before you could open your mouth, he was answering again.

"If we put it like that", you gave him a side eye, "we have", and now you were fully looking at him with wide eyes trying to decipher what was he up to.

"Let me clarify this to you ma'am" you held your finger up, "Doctor Stephen Strange and I are not involved in any kind of paraprofessional relationship nor will be", you anxiously replied to his words before he screwed up the interview completely.

Now he gave you a dirty look. Your words were respectful, it was your tone though, the disgusted facial expression you did that made him want to ask everyone in the room to leave and spank you.

"Except we're very good friends" he clarified as well, the journalist looked at you both with curiosity, "we studied together, we work together, she knows all my ex-girlfriends, we are friends. If what you want to know is if we ever had sex the answer is no".

You felt your face heat up, embarrassment filling your lungs as you held your breath. You would have loved to say it in a more subtle way, however with Stephen there wasn't any subtlety. You nodded and licked your now dry lips, his tone had been almost severe, determinant enough to put the interviewer and the cameraman uncomfortable to not do more spicy question again.

Your sixth sense warned you of his eyes on you, burning holes in your skin hoping to see through you the same way you did he. And the next times he searched for your eyes between questions as the interview went on, he would look at you tenderly, enamoured even, to purposefully set the seed of doubt on people if the no-sex part was cut from the final material. He wouldn't leave it at that, you wouldn't be the one that got away.

For as long as he had to wait.

author's note: after some months into hiatus, i've decided to put this blog in good use and post some drafts I had. This is planned to be a short series so, if it's well recieved, I'll keep updating parts.

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[eveenstar]

MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS SPOILERS, PROCEED WITH CAUTION!

𝔒𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔪𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔰 ||𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢 𝔵 𝔣𝔢𝔪!𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 ||

𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: After (Y/N) and Doctor Strange are banished to his incursion-stricken universe by the Scarlet Witch, they meet an alternate version of Stephen, corrupted by the Darkhold. In desperate need to find a way back to stop the Scarlet Witch, the heroes are faced with yet another challenge: Sinister Strange's obsession for (Y/N).

𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔰/𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: DARK THEMES, implied stalking, implied character death, obsessive behaviour, graphic depictions of blood loss and death, angst. Reader discretion is advised.

𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱: (Comment/reblog/use my inbox if you wish to be tagged in the upcoming chapters!) @paola-carter @levitationcloak @heartwound @ghost-lantern @dopeqff @dragonqueen89 @cereneciderr @weirdhorrorenthusiast @fadedeuphoria @yuugenmomo @slut-for-eddie-munson @catherinewind05 @kiahthehuffinpuff12 @severuined @singhfae @justsomecreaturewandering @lovecleastrange @queenofspades6 @sherlux @marcelin3 @fire-treasure-iii @freshmoneyalmondathlete @sweet0pia-uwu @sanctumsanctorumshenanigans @nancy-thompsons @kuboshu1 @mylovelyreblogs @uncle-eggy @dishwasher666 @andrewswifes-blog @darealbellabelleoftheball @jekyllhydetrash @sonnensplitter @isasv @d0ct0rstrangewife @strangelockd @evelynrosestuff

ɑ/ɳ: Another Marvel series to the shelve, right besides Saturn Gardens. This one however, will be a short series, with only 5 chapters!

𝑃𝑅𝑂𝐿𝑂𝐺𝑈𝐸: 𝐿𝐴𝐶𝑅𝐼𝑀𝑂𝑆𝐴

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑖: 𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁𝐴𝑁𝑇

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑖𝑖: 𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝐼 𝑅𝐸𝑀𝐸𝑀𝐵𝐸𝑅

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑖𝑖𝑖: 𝐼𝑇 𝑊𝐴𝑆𝑁'𝑇 𝑌𝑂𝑈𝑅 𝐹𝐴𝑈𝐿𝑇

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑖𝑣: 𝑀𝑌 𝑃𝐴𝑆𝑇 𝐼𝑆 𝑌𝑂𝑈𝑅 𝐹𝑈𝑇𝑈𝑅𝐸

𝐸𝑃𝐼𝐿𝑂𝐺𝑈𝐸: 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝐸𝑆𝐼𝑆

#doctor strange x reader #sinister strange x reader #dark!marvel #dark!doctor strange #dark!doctor strange x reader #marvel #multiverse of madness #multiverse of madness spoilers #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic series

[elennemigo]

BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH´s hands through his characters.

✦ GIFTOBER 2023 | Day 23/31: Hands.🖐

#giftober2023 #benedict cumberbatch #the power of the dog #doctor strange #the child in time #sherlock #star trek into darkness #the imitation game #tvedit #moviegifs #filmedit #cinemapix #fyeahmovies #dailyflicks #cinematv #userfilm #userrobin #underbetelgeuse #chewieblog #elegifs #syringe tw

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Concept art by Jerad S. Marantz

#art #illustration #digital art #dark art #concept art #this is actually #doctor strange #apparently #but idk anything about that #the art is still cool

[emcu7o]

dark red

#the scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen #emcu7o #advengers #marvel #doctor strange multiverse of madness #scarlet witch #dsitmom #dark red #wanda marvel #marvel mcu #wandavision #wanda vision #mcu #dsmom #doctor strange multiverse of madness spoilers #vision #maximoff family #wandaviz #vision wanda #wanda is the loml

[sunflowergirl522]

Was Wanda the villain?? Yes. But was she really??? No.

#it was the dark hold #the darkhold is the real villain #Wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #Doctor strange #multiverse of madness #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #Doctor strange in the multiverse of madness spoilers #multiverse of madness spoilers

[shallyouobeyme]

Dream

Yandere!/Dark!Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch x reader

Summary: Left alone with nightmares and pictures of your loved ones dying when you close your eyes, you're trying your best to leave the woman you had secretly loved and who had turned into an evil witch and died behind you, but maybe - just maybe - she doesn't want to let you...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Warning: Dark content, mentions of previous murders, MoM Spoilers(?), Blood (Mentioned), Yandere, _This is all just fiction, I do not condone this!

Bea: Okay, so this is loosely based on a scene from a fanfiction I abandoned when I was like 15. It was honestly a giant cringe-fest, but this one scene never left my mind for long so I decided to recycle it into something my current messed-up self will enjoy. This is also day one of my writetober so check it out. Enjoy.

Falling asleep had become a chore for you. Every time you closed your eyes you saw death. Either the death of Pietro back in Sokovia, the death of Vision and of so many other Avengers. Rrecently the death of the only person you had ever truly loved had joined the list. Wanda was gone and a part of you knew that it was better this way, that everything she had done to Stephen, to the people of the other universe, after what she had tried to do to America, you were well aware that she hadn’t been the woman you’d secretly been in love with for years now anymore. But that part was frighteningly tiny. Most of you still felt agonizing grief. You had decided to stay with Stephen and America, after all, they were the only ones who had been with you when you had seen that other universe. The only one on your trip that you had been sad to leave behind. A universe where you and Wanda had been happy together. In love. Married.

A universe that you had wished for for many years. One that Wanda destroyed in her attempt to get to America. You had seen with your own eyes how she had taken ahold of that Universes Wanda and ripped the heart right out of your universe-equivalent chest when she tried to talk some sense into who she thought to be her wive. That was probably the death that hunted you the most. Not because you had seen yourself die, but because you had realized then and there that this woman wasn’t Wanda anymore, that this woman was the Scarlet Witch and that she seemingly had no emotions left for the friendship you had once shared. America had known immediately what you were thinking because she took your hand and shook her head as if to tell you that it Wanda anymore, that it wasn’t Wanda who was trying to - who actually kind of had killed you. This understanding only increased when you finally opened up to her about your feelings for the witch, she encouraged Stephen to let you stay with them and did her very best to cheer you up every single day to get you to crawl out of the dark hole you had found yourself stuck in.

That doesn’t help with the sleeping issue though. Lately, you had resorted to letting Wong put a light sleeping spell on you that would keep you from experiencing any dream-like state and basically made you just fall asleep and immediately wake up about six hours later. Which is why you were especially confused when you woke up in a sunflower field. You immediately knew that you must be dreaming because this wasn’t just some random sunflower field, as you looked around you could see the little cabin beside a lake, the mountain range opposite it and the tree with the swing. Obviously, there were some biological reasons why this couldn’t exist in real life, but the more obvious factor was that you had seen this from a different perspective a hundred times. Every single time you had walked into your room in the Compley you had seen this landscape on your wall. Wanda and you had been lazily hanging out in your room one weekend back when everything was still okay (or as okay as it had ever been) when you had told her that you had been thinking of painting something on the wall to make the space more personal and she had immediately loved the idea. Two days (and 500$ of Tony’s money) later there was a definitely amature made, but exceptionally beautiful in your eyes with Wanda and your name intertwined in the corner. You had joked that one day you’d live in a cabin there and the people in the town nearby would think the two of you were an old married couple. Just that you hadn’t really joked, you had hoped. You had dreamt of it often back in the day, but ever since Thanos, it had turned into a nightmare sooner or later, the flowers rotting, the cabin burning, the lake filling with blood, etc. This is why you were doing your best to try and wake yourself up again, not mentally stable enough to live through another nightmare like that. Just that none of the tactics were working. You had to try something else, or at least you were planning to do so, but when you stood up to look around, suddenly something changed. You looked down at yourself where before there was your pyjamas, but now there was the exact outfit you had worn on a night out years ago before you had known Wanda and Vision had a thing going on where you had planned to confess your feelings to her but had chickened out. “Hello, Darling,” a voice called out from behind you. A voice you’d recognize anywhere. You turned around and saw her. She looked exactly as you remember, wearing that beautiful maroon dress that she had already worn that night. For a second it was like nothing had ever happened, but then reality caught up to you. This was a dream. She was dead.

Since you knew that this had to be a dream you tried to use whatever lucid dreaming tips you had heard in your life and clenched your eyes shut, repeating “This is all a Dream” again and again. “Love-” you hadn’t heard her coming closer, obviously, it was a dream no logic had to apply, but the hand that cupped your cheeks still startled you, “-please look at me.” Against all reasoning you obliged her and when you looked into her beautiful eyes you couldn’t help but want to kiss her, just to have one last sweet memory of her left. As if reading your mind she leaned forward and put her lips on yours. She pulled you towards her and stole your breath. You were melting into her and it felt so, so, very real that the fact that all of it was a dream became hazy. At least until you saw her kissing Vision in your head in what seemed to be a last-ditch attempt of your brain to make you wake up. You pulled away and shook your head frantically. “No, no, this isn’t right, you’re with vision, just because I love you doesn’t mean you love me too… Or loved me, I guess because you’re dead, I saw it-” “You’re wrong.” “-with my own eyes. You died and you didn’t love me.” “Princessa, you’re wrong,” Wanda raised her voice slightly and you turned to her automatically. “I saw you die, Wanda, you’re dead.” “That’s not the thing you’re wrong about,” she sighed and came closer to you again, you wanted to step back, but found yourself unable to. It was like your feet were cemented onto the earth below you, “I might have died, but I loved you, I always did, I just didn’t realize until I saw that woman in that parallel universe, their version of me married to their version of you, living the life I wanted, not only having my children but also the spouse of my dreams. It wasn’t vision, vision was what I thought I deserved because you were always so pure, so fantastic, too good for me. But that fake-me made me realize that it’s not about what I deserve, it’s about what you need, you need someone to properly love and protect you. You need me, so how fortunate that you love me already.” Not quite able to process what she was saying you tried your waking-up tactics again before this turned even more nightmarish. You were distracted though when Wanda took you into a dancing position, putting your head against her and your body suddenly started dancing in sync with her without any input of your own. “Too bad that Stephen was already after me, I knew that he wouldn’t let me keep you safe in peace. He was a threat. But he would stop as soon as he thought he’d been victorious. He had to think I died and so I did. For a while at least-” you would have grown stiff in shock and fear if your body had still been listening to you, instead, you kept slightly swinging through the flower field with Wanda, “-It cost me a lot of Magic, but it was worth it. I’ll recover and then I’ll be able to get you into an actual little cabin at a lake, just like we always talked about, until then I’ll still be able to be with you in your dreams, where it’s just us two. Maybe we can start on making you actually believe that I love you, hmm, once we manage that we can move on to helping you accept me as your protector, okay? For now, I’ll just keep the bad dreams away, just you and me and the sunflowers.” Your body stopped swinging and even though you felt the control returning to your limbs you wouldn’t be able to do anything, frozen in shock. Wanda kissed you one more time before you suddenly shot up in bed, drenched in cold sweat. It took you a few minutes to calm down your heart from the excessive fear that was still lingering. You decided not to go back to sleep and made a note to ask Wong if he had an idea why his spell didn’t work as you made your way into the library where you assumed Stephen was wasting the night away over books, trying to ignore the fact that you could still feel the kiss on your lip, feel the stiffness in your joints that you had only ever felt in the afterwards of Wanda controlling you and the fact that you still felt her presence in your subconscious.

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Directed by Sam Raimi: THE EVIL DEAD | EVIL DEAD II | ARMY OF DARKNESS (1981-1992) DOCTOR STRANGE IN THE MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS (2022)

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18+ content. You have been warned!

Okay, so, the top 3 fics I am working on at the moment:

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# 1 - Cream & Sugar - Complete LINK

One shot, currently sitting at 12k words. Story part done, now I need to add more nasty to it. Orgasm denial and overstimulation for Peter. P in v sex, cream pie, Peter is tied to a lawn chair and you have your way with him, breeding kink, he begs a lot, blah blah blah.

Sub!Spider-Man Noir x Dom!spider!fem!reader (I think it's soft Dom, but you decide.)

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# 2 - Just A Taste - Part 2

Second part of Just A Taste. Peter takes you on a simple date. Yes. More sex. I was thinking public sex, maybe they get caught by someone? I dunno. Haven't decided. Story part is done, just whipping up the nasty. More creampie monster fuckery.

SPIDER-Man/Man-Spider Peter Parker x Sorceress!fem!reader

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# 3 - Poisoned Empanadas - Chapters 5 - 10

So much more story. Real people sex! You get nothing more out of me.

Spider-Man 2099 Miguel O'Hara x fem!spider!reader

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Runner ups:

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# 4 - No name as of yet, might be chaptered, might not be

Tiny bit of story, monster fucker sex with a magic man that looks like a demonic tentacle demon. Much nasty.

Eldritch Horror/Watcher/Supreme Doctor Stephen Strange x Watcher's Assistant!fem!reader

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# 5 - Decent into Madness

This is pure filth and crack for me. Written by me, for me, and I am sharing for others to enjoy. I am counting this as a size kink, breeding kink, monster fucker (because it's MOTHER FUCKING BEAST FROM THE X-MEN! I DON'T DO REGULAR HUMAN HANK, SORRY.) and it's nasty.

Dark Beast x Mutant!fem!reader

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I am also working on other various fics and projects and requests, but they aren't as high up on my priority list at the moment. If have seen some requests, don't worry, I haven't forgotten. My muse to write is saying do these now.

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This book is so Ironstrange coded I can’t believe this is official Marvel content

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STAY SOFT

ㅤ𐐪𐑂 — warning(s): [ MDNI +18 ] no use of y/n, afab!reader, eventual smut, 18+ soft!dark content, yandere dynamics.

ㅤ𐐪𐑂 — summary: years have been passing by, years where nothing seemed to be fortunate for Doctor Stephen Strange on his quest for greatness that until one day he realizes the key of happiness was always presented in front of him, you.

— chapter one.

— chapter two.

— chapter three.

— chapter four.

— chapter five.

— chapter six.

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MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS SPOILERS, PROCEED WITH CAUTION!

𝔒𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔪𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔰 || 𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢 𝔵 𝔣𝔢𝔪!𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯||

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑖: 𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁𝐴𝑁𝑇

𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: (Y/N) and Doctor Strange end up trapped in an incursion-stricken universe with no clue how they get back to stop the Scarlet Witch. While exploring, they meet a rather...familiar face.

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��/ɳ: It's 2 am here and I just finished writing this - damn am I proud! Consider this my 700 followers gift for you guys, which I hit yesterday! All thanks to you, of course ♡ I'll add the "read more" option later because I got no clue how to do it on mobile. Also, not proof-read! Enjoy~

A universe left behind with the remnants of an incursion works like the brain of someone near the brink of death - soft, haunted whispers linger around, forever stuck in a cycle, forced to repeat the same day where their voices were silenced.

The tall buildings and the streets, who once were filled with a diversity of stories, were empty to the blind eye - but maybe, maybe if you stared long enough, you would see the undead souls moving around - that is what (Y/N) felt while walking down the broken street. The man besides her, Doctor Strange, was on high alert - just like her, he felt like something hidden was watching them, something that escaped both their abilities.

"This place..." The young woman whispered faintly, "it's like a memory from a dream."

(Y/N) had walked that street countless of times in her universe, but it wasn't that lively sight that haunted her most inner dreams at night, no - instead, it was the abandoned and destroyed street that crawled into her mind every night since the first battle with Thanos. Long, lost words would whisper sweetly in her ear, telling her of other-universe tale, and just when (Y/N) would feel her body crumble to exhaustion, those sweet whispers would turn into agonizing pleas and cries, keeping her wide-awake.

"I don't know if going to the Sanctum to find your other you is a good idea." The woman hurried her step to match with the doctor's.

"It's our only way." Stephen replied, although he agreed with her. Whatever happened in this universe, he knew his other him had something to do with it. Strange would never let something like this happen to his universe.

Maybe his feelings were right. Standing in front of an eerie Sanctum, one didn't need to be magical to know that something was not right with it. The Sanctum felt like a black hole, slowly driving anyone closer, convincing them that it would be just a quick curiosity peak, and then swallow them whole - and just like a black hole, anything that went in, never came out.

A man stood tall by the Window of the Worlds, glaring at them like a predator glares at their prey.

"Stay close to me. We don't know who or what awaits us."

Just like Strange, (Y/N) knew her feelings towards this universe were right. She could tell every detail of the rooms without even needing to go inside - but she didn't tell Strange, no, it would be just another problem on top of the one they already had in hands.

Careful not to stray away too far from the sorcerer, the young protegée examined the old books and furniture. She was thankful she didn't have a dust allergy since everything was covered in it - whoever lived here, it seems they stopped caring about cleaning the Sanctum a long time ago. She sweeped her finger through the ocean of dust in a nearby table and hummed to herself.

"Who are you?" A voice echoed, Strange's. Turning around in her feet, she saw the man's face pale even further, as if he was staring down at a ghost. It was Strange, but not hers - no, this was someone else's Strange. If death had a face, it would be his - sinister Strange held a eerie aura around him, like a cloak, and (Y/N) dreaded that they had found another problem.

He furrowed his brows upon her silence.

"(Y/N)" The man didn't move from his position in the middle of the stairs. His gaze buried in her skull, barely blinking. Shit, where the hell is Stephen? "I'm sorry we intruded in the Sanctum like this, I'm here with another you, you see, we're from another universe."

Strange took a careful step down the stairs while maintaining his eyes on her - his face subtly changed, not so closed off now, but more...soft. A small spark ignited in his eyes - whose colour was not the baby blue her Stephen had, no, it was almost coal-blue, like a black hole - and maybe if (Y/N) had hawk eyesight, she would've seen the small tear almost forming in the corners of his eyes. It was like he was staring at something he believed to be lost forever.

Unfortunately, that soft lingering gaze dissipated as fast the rain falls on the ground.

"Prove it." Strange stated, no, he demanded it. Of course, this random girl showed up at your house claiming to be from another reality, now that is absurd - yet the way he voiced it sounded more like a threat than anything.

(Y/N) stood in her place and thought about something, anything, that she could say to convince him that they meant no harm. She and Stephen were close, with her being his protégé, and she knew the sorcerer like the palm of her hand - they shared the deepest secrets to each other, sometimes not by words.

"I know you lost someone a long time ago. Someone close to you."

His breath caught in his throat and Strange's heart ached, but he didn't let that show. His eyebrow quirked slightly as if saying choose your next words wisely and he took another another slow step. The wooden balustrade was turning Strange's fingers white by the sheer force he was using to hold himself back.

(but from what?)

(Y/N)'s eyes softened and she hoped not press any wrong buttons, it felt like she was walking on eggshells. The Multiverse has many alternate lives for its inhabitants, and so the young sorceress could be wrong about anything of his life - even the things that helped shape Doctor Strange into who he is today.

"You lost your sister in a frozen lake. She fell through the ice." Oddly enough, the sinister doctor let out a small sigh of relief. "You kept it buried inside you but you told me." There was a pause so she could regain her breath, trying not to make her voice crack. "You told me."

After the secret was blown out, the air suddenly felt more light - like a huge pressure had just been taken off her shoulders. (Y/N) couldn't help but mentally sight of relief when Strange walked down the rest of the steps and stood in front of her - even if he tried his best to recompose himself as if he was sane, (Y/N) could easily see past him. But the sorceress was exhausted, and she desperately wanted to believe that she had misinterpreted the doctor.

"What brings you to my universe?" Sinister Strange asked, a slight hint of amusement behind his voice, and tilted his head a bit, like a curious child.

"I-"

"(Y/N)?" Late to the party, Doctor Strange emerged from one of the downstairs case. (Y/N) was thankful he had at last come to rescue her, but her newfound "friend"? Not so much.

She laughed in hopes to ease things, "Stephen! Look who I found-" (Y/N) waved at sinister Strange, "You!"

Stephen hummed in acknowledgement, standing besides his protégé like a bodyguard. His eyes travelled up and down the living reflection of him and stopped at the familiar dark book on his waist - the Darkhold in all its might, an exact copy of the one from his universe, was hanging from Sinister Strange's belt like it was a regular book and not something powerful enough to corrupt a being, no matter how heroic they may be.

"Why do you have the Darkhold?" Stephen questioned, both alerted and intrigued - Sinister Strange took his gaze off of (Y/N) and turned to him, and if looks could kill, they would be in a battle right now.

Sinister Strange looked down to the Darkhold, tapping it a few times before looking at Stephen. "It's safe with me."

The sorceress leaned against a table - she would've taken a seat on top of it if she wasn't so sure it would break the second she did. "So you're studying it?"

It didn't take two plus two to notice the way Strange's eyes longed on hers, like a distorted lovesick fool - a definition of a red flag, because those same lovesick eyes were the same ones who had bored daggers into Stephen's just moments ago.

"I lost the battle against Thanos." The sinister sorcerer replied, "Things just got out of hand."

"We can see that." Stephen remarked before rushing his protégé to a corner. Something was wrong, he could feel it, gods, he could see it! This version of Stephen was up to no good and he would drag them with him if they weren't careful. No one could ever have the darkhold so close to them and not get corrupted by its influence, not even the Scarlet Witch herself.

(Y/N) frowned and glared at Stephen, clearly confused. "What are you going?"

"We need to get out of here." The doctor tried his best to speak in hushed tones, aware of watchful eyes on them.

But the sorceress didn't understand - or maybe she did and was choosing to ignore it out of desperation. They needed urgent help to find a way back to their universe.

(Y/N) blinked in confusion, uttering confused noises, "Why?" Before Stephen could reply, already moving his hands like he so loves to do while explaining something, "This is our only shot at this, Stephen. He's you! I know he looks creepy but we've dealt with far worse."

Stephen took a quick glance at his odd counter-part before looking back at her.

"We'll find another way."

(Y/N) scowled, "No."

"(Y/N)-" But it was too late, she was already moving towards Sinister Strange - and gods, Stephen despised the gaze he had on his eyes each time he looked at her. Not out of jealously, no, but rather fear - was it fear? No, it was no time to question his feelings, he knew that Strange was no good, but he also knew (Y/N) was determined enough to throw her safety through the window if it meant they got to stop their enemy - in this case, the Scarlet Witch, or Wanda Maximoff, as they once knew her as.

"Something wrong?" Sinister Strange offered a 'sympathetic' frown but he couldn't help but crack a smile when she approached him. She was so close, so close.

The sorceress cleared her throat and waved at Stephen, "As you can see, we are not from your reality. We were sent here by an enemy who threatens to destroy our universe, and we need help to get back." (Y/N) tried to put things simple. "Urgently." She added with a hurried tone.

Sinister Strange hummed in acknowledgement and with heavy steps, he approached the World's Window - or whatever it was called, (Y/N) could never quite remember it. She could feel the tension in the air forming.

With his back to her, the dark sorcerer took his time to reply, but when he did, it just confirmed Stephen's feelings even more, "And what would I get in return? My universe is, as you saw, already destroyed."

(Y/N) hesitated, "What do you want?" She shrug when Stephen gave her a warning look, as if saying seriously?

"Hmm," Sinister Strange cocked his head to the side, pondering on her question - pretending, to be honest, because he already knew what he wanted the second his eyes layed on her - but he too, had to play careful. Chess, they were playing chess, and each move had to be calculated so he could be sure he wouldn't lose, not this time. "You'll find out eventually."

His hushed words fell in disdain to the back of her mind, because all that (Y/N) heard was a positive answer. "So are you saying you'll help us?"

The man turned around to look at her with a grave expression and nodded. (Y/N) couldn't help but smugly look to her Stephen with a large smirk on her face, arms crossed over her chest - the poor hero simply sighed, not knowing if he should be disappointed or not.

"See? I told you!"

He gave her another scolding look, which only caused her smirk to grow wider, "(Y/N)."

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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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