#sinister strange x reader

[geeky-politics-46]

Show Me/Her Prize

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh shit. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Show me, Stephen. I wanna see."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Go on, baby. Pick them up." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[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.

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[ironstrange1991]

Daddy's Sweet Girl

Pairing: Sinister!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Y/n is always ready to please her daddy whenever he needs it and Stephen knows and loves that about her.

Word Count: 3,2k

Warnings: SMUT: male domination, masturbation, oral sex with male receiving, deep throat, umprotected p n v sex, cum eating, creampie, hair pulling. Strong daddy kink, stockholm syndrome (?)

A/N: I so missed writing for Sinister. Hope you guys like this one. Have a nice reading!

Stephen woke up in the middle of the night feeling hot, his body was sweaty under the heavy blankets. He ran his hands over his face, sighing heavily and turned to look at you. You slept soundly beside him, your naked body radiating warmth.

He was silent watching you, hearing the soft sound of your breathing, the way your chest moved up and down in a gentle rhythm, your hair spread out on the pillow smelling of your shampoo. Stephen sometimes needed to look at you like he was doing now to believe you were real. He'd waited for you for so long and now he found it hard to believe you were there in that dark and destroyed universe with him.

In a lifeless world, you were all the life Stephen needed and he loved you so much his chest hurt. And his body loved you as much or even more.

Stephen spent years alone in that universe before you, and sex was a distant memory, but since you arrived it was all he could think about. When you finally slept together for the first time Stephen understood that everything he had gone through before had been worth it if the reward was having you to worship and love. You were his everything and he couldn't even feel remorse for having destroyed the entire universe in his search for you. You made it all worthwhile.

Stephen turned to get closer to you, he brought his nose to your hair and inhaled deeply, delighting in your scent and feeling his body reacting to it the way it always did. His cock had been hard since he'd woken up, but with your smell it throbbed insistently. That seemed to be the problem with Stephen, he always wanted to make love to you. Always literally meaning all the time and sometimes he worried that it would bother you, that you would see him as a pervert or something like that.

He always tried to control his impulses as much as he could, he always tried to distract himself by thinking about something else, stepping away from you and doing something to take the dirty thoughts out of his mind and when that wasn't enough he ended up masturbating. Anything to stop him from looking after you in the middle of the day, but it didn't always work and when it didn't he had no choice but to surrender to his body's needs and make love to you. God, Stephen loved make love to you. The feeling of being inside you was something that never ceased to amaze him.

Stephen felt his cock throbbing again, his thoughts doing nothing to help in his case. Knowing fully well that there was no way he could go back to sleep like that, he let out an irritated groan and got up walking to the bathroom.

He closed the door and leaned with one hand flat on the wall and with the other began to stroke his cock lightly. That was the only way he had to easy his needs without waking you up.

He let his mind get lost on you. First in the way you smiled at him, then in the way your cheeks turned pink when he started to caress your breasts. The way your body shivered under his touch and how wet you always were when he touched between your legs.

Stephen let out a moan, his head lolling between his shoulders, precum started to leak from his tip.

He spat into his palm and went back to pump his cock with much more vigor. Visions of your bare body right behind his closed eyes. The way you caressed your breasts to tease him, the curve of your waist where he put his hands to move you as he wanted when you asked to ride him. Your round, luscious ass where he loved to leave red handprints.

"Fuck" Stephen breathed feeling his body respond to all the images his photographic memory played before his eyes like a movie. He could feel that he was close, a little bit more and he would be falling over the edge towards his climax and hopefully with that he could go back to sleep.

He thought of your moans, the way they always started soft and shy and escalated to screams of pleasure and satisfaction. He thought about your mouth always open for him to put his tongue, his dick, his fingers and how good you were in sucked them, how you always sucked him without any shame reveling in the pleasure of giving him pleasure.

Stephen finally allowed himself to think of the warmth of your wet pussy enveloping his cock, your walls fluttering around him, clenching and squeezing him as your pleasure built. He was definitely the happiest man in the world when he was between your legs.

He focused on remember of your pleadings, the dirty words that escaped your mouth when you were on the verge of your orgasm. How you praised his cock, how you begged for more, how you begged him to let you cum and when you finally got there, the way your pussy clenched even more almost choking his cock and dragging him to climax with you.

"Oh fuck" Stephen came. Ropes of cum spurting from his cock head splashing on the wall, dripping on the floor. He kept pumping hoping his cock would soften and he could finally go back to sleep, but it didn't. He was still as hard as before and usually that was a source of pride for him, but that night it made him angry.

He gave up trying to get some relief. The thoughts he'd conjured up to help him now kept playing in his mind, only serving to make him even more desperated. He needed you. So bad.

Stephen sighed and went to the sink and quickly cleaned himself up. With a quick flick of his fingers he got rid of any trace of cum and then allowed himself to look at his reflection in the mirror. He was sweaty, his hair was disheveled, there were far more gray hair at his temples than he would have liked, now they were starting to migrate to other areas of his head as well, even his goatee was turning gray. He felt old, especially when he compared himself to you, but at the same time he liked it. The age gap between you was a strong turn on to him. He liked the way you seemed small and innocent compared to him.

Stephen was dirty and he didn't care as much as he should. How could he when you loved calling him daddy while he fucked you and he couldn't deny how much that turned him on. The mere thought made his cock throb as if he hadn't just cum two minutes ago.

No, being an old man with all that stamina was definitely not something Stephen could complain about.

He came out of the bathroom and snapped his fingers lighting the candles to illuminate the dark room. You were sleeping on your stomach now, your messy hair covering your face, the blankets pushed down to your feet leaving your naked body on display for him to look at. If he hadn't already decided that he was going to wake you up, that sure would have made up his mind.

He lay down beside you and brushed your hair from your face. He placed a light kiss on your cheek and then raised his lips to your ear.

"Kitten..." He called softly, but it was enough for you to move even though you were still asleep. He lightly bit your earlobe and rubbed his goatee purposely on your neck making your skin prickle. A mischievous smile played on his lips.

He ran his hand down your back, his fingers tracing the skin lightly. He kissed your shoulder and grabbed your ass cheek, squeezing it. You let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand over your face and turned to look at him. The confused and sleepy gaze you gave him was more than enough to make his cock pulse.

"Stephen... why are you awake?" You asked in a sleepy husky voice.

'I'm sorry for waking you, love..." He whispered in your ear.

You frowned and cupped his face. "What's wrong?"

He smiled reassuringly "I just need you." He took your hand and directed it to his cock and immediately saw the realization on your face. You bit your bottom lip but said nothing.

"I tried to take care of it by myself but it didn't work." He admitted and you smiled reassuringly.

"Tell me what you need." You said wrapping your hand around his cock making it throb in your hand.

"Everything. Your hands, your mouth, your pussy..."

You sat on the bed and cupped his cheek kissing him softly while your hand kept stroking him slowly. "Then get comfortable and let me take care of you."

He sighed leaning against the headboard. You gave him a sweet smile and got up on your hands and knees, making sure to stick your ass out so he could get a good look at it. You pumped his cock slowly, too slowly, provoking him and Stephen didn't like to be provoked. He slapped your ass cheek making you gasp.

"Don't tease me, kitten." He warned raising his eyebrow and you nodded obediently. You spat on his cock and started to pump him fast and hard and then put it in your mouth as he rested his head on the headboard and allowed himself to close his eyes, indulging in the moment.

You were so good at it. He still remembered the first time you gave him a blowjob, how insecure you were. Your mouth could barely take his head.

Now that you had learned how to do it, you could take it whole if you wanted to, but you were taking your time, bobbing your head only halfway up the length of it, flicking your tongue in his frenulum every time you got up, sucking on his tip hard then going down again each time taking more of him, your hand holding him tight at the base.

"Oh yes, sweet girl, it feels so good." Stephen grabbed your hair, combing it with his fingers to get it out of your face and pulling it back into a makeshift ponytail. He enjoyed watching you go down on him, the image of your spit running down his length as his cock moved in and out of your mouth with an obscene noise was delicious adding even more to his pleasure.

Unable to contain himself, he forced your head down so that you could take all of it. You complied like the good girl you were, swallowing it down until Stephen could feel the back of your throat. He held you there for a few seconds, the grip of your hand on his thigh tightened and you tried to wriggle free of his hand on your head, but he just tsked.

"It's okay, kitten. Breathe through your nose and just take it. Your throat feels so good." Stephen's voice was broken by moans of pleasure that he didn't even try to contain. He loved it when you fought him, even if slightly, and he didn't care what that said about him.

He didn't let go of your hair when he released the pressure on your head, but he did let you take his cock out of your mouth. You coughed, there were tears running down your face, saliva running down his length, a thread of it connecting your bottom lip to the tip of his cock. An image so delicious it made his dick throb.

"That's right little girl, you take it so well." He praised, pulling you by the hair to kiss you.

He caressed your face with his other hand. "Open your mouth for me." He demanded and when you obeyed he stuck two fingers in your mouth going all the way to the bottom making you gag. A puddle of saliva forming in your mouth and running down your chin.

"I want to fuck your mouth some more. Can you take it?"

You nodded vehemently making Stephen smile. That was the thing he loved most about you: no matter what he did to you, you enjoyed it.

He leaned back against the headboard and pushed your head obliging you to take him back in your mouth again. This time, however, he wasn't content to just receive it, he started to thrust up making you choke and grip his thighs, your nails digging into his skin and adding even more to his pleasure.

"You can take it. Breathe through your nose." He instructed. "Gonna cum inside your mouth, kitten and you're going to swallow all of it. Do you hear me?"

You just hummed yes once it was impossible for you to answer with your mouth stuffed with his cock.

"Such a sweet girl letting me fuck your throat like that. Gonna take all my cum, uh?"

Stephen could feel his balls tightening, his cock throbbing and the feeling running down his spine like an electric current. It was strong and he just surrendered to the feeling, letting it explode in ropes of warm cum in your mouth.

"Oh fuck... take it." He grunted. His voice sounding almost animalistic.

When he let go of your head you wiped the corners of your mouth with your fingers and glanced at him seeming slightly lost, but you smiled at him anyway. How sweet.

"Come here, give me a kiss." He demanded, kissing you passionately, tasting himself in your mouth. You let out a little moan in his lips and broke the kiss cupping his face and then tugged at his goatee teasing him.

“I love the way you fuck my mouth.” You admitted

He held you by the back of your neck and pulled you back to his lips and in one swift movement he had you underneath him, back on the mattress, your legs parting so he could fit between them. His lips never left yours.

He took his fingers to his mouth and brought the saliva to his cock directing it at your entrance. Impatient as you were to have him, you lifted your hips to meet him and he entered you with one hard thrust, but he stayed still reveling in the sensation of being inside you, feeling your walls stretching to accommodate him.

"Stephen... move." You purred.

Stephen cupped your face making you look into his eyes, moving his hips against yours, thrusting very slowly and loving seeing the expressions of pleasure on your face, your mouth half open, tears gathering in your waterlines, your brow furrowed as if you was too focused on him and the pleasure he was giving you.

"Tell me how you want me to fuck you. Like this or faster?" He teased.

"F-Faster." You answered between soft moans. "I like it fast and hard."

Stephen's cock throbbed violently inside you at those words. He took his cock almost completely out of you and then entered you again with a hard thrust that made you gasp. He did it again and again and then kept up the pace you wanted to draw loud moans from your lips.

"Yes, yes, harder Stephen, please, fuck me harder..." You sobbed totally lost in your own pleasure. It was such a sight to see, but he didn’t listen to you, he stopped instead and grabbed your chin making you look at him "My sweet girl, what have I done to you?"

You looked at him confused and he bit your chin teasing you "You've changed."

You gave him your most beautiful and innocent smile. "For the better?"

He smirked. Definitely your transformation had been for the better, at least in his eyes. You were just a scared kitten when he brought you into that universe, so pure and innocent. Now he had turned you into a woman and a woman who liked hard sex. It was quite a change, however he still saw you as the scared kitten who climbed onto his bed in the middle of the night for fear of a thunderstorm and this image he had of you was so precious to him. Stephen didn’t want you to change that.

"Yes, but I need to know that you're still my sweet girl." He confessed.

You smiled pulling him to your lips. "Yes. Yes, daddy." You whispered in his lips. "I'll always be your sweet girl."

He tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear affectionately and then pulled out and slapped your thigh. "Turn around."

You obeyed, lying on your stomach. He grabbed both your legs and closed them. "Cross your feet, keep your legs closed for daddy, okay?" He instructed.

You did as he said and he laid on top of you directing his cock at your entrance. "Pussy is going to feel very tight now." He said right in your ear letting out little grunts and groans while entering you. You felt so fucking good, so warm and so wet for him.

You grabbed his pillow and brought it to your mouth, biting it and muffling your moans with it.

"Feels so good" You moaned moving your hips against his thrusts.

Stephen leaned up on one arm and grabbed a handful of your hair pushing your head against the mattress as he fucked you so hard the headboard hit the wall.

"Is that how you like it, huh?" He groaned right into your ear and was delighted to see your skin prickle.

"Yes, just like that. S-So fucking big..."

“Cock is too big for you, kitten?” He teased. Stephen could feel your pussy fluttering around his cock. You felt so tight in that position, choking his cock and making him feel so good. You two were on the edge, all that was needed was a push for both of you to fall.

"F-Fuck daddy, gonna make me cum." You whimpered and he bit your earlobe.

"Yeah? That good? Cum for me then, kitten. Make daddy proud."

Stephen let go of your hair and brushed it to the side exposing your skin for him. He kissed the back of your neck, making sure to rub his goatee there making your skin prickle and as he knew it would happen you came with that. You screamed his name and then muffled your screams into the pillow. Your legs shook beneath him, Your pussy clenched around him, squeezing his cock and pushing him toward his climax as well.

Stephen buried his face in your neck letting the feeling of euphoria wash over him, but he continued to thrust into you, pushing his warm cum as deep as possible inside you and prolonging the pleasure as long as he could. He finished with a groan and rolled onto his side when he was done.

You propped yourself up on your elbow so you could look at him, feet crossed and dangling in the air provocatively, a mischievous smile on your lips. You were sure as dirty as you were sweet, but most importantly, you were his.

"This was... intense." You praised.

Stephen touched your face and then held out his arm for you to snuggle. You complied, curling up in his arms and laying your head on his shoulder. You stayed quite for a minute then tilted your head to look at him. “You know you can wake me up to make love anytime you want, right?”

He allowed himself a satisfied sigh “I know.” He caressed your cheek with his trembling hand “I love you, Y/n. You are and always will be my sweet little girl."

You tugged on his goatee smiling and teasing him "And you will always be my daddy."

He smiled satisfied feeling his body finally relax now that he gave in to his needs.

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Teacher’s Pet

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDN, porn with(out) plot, oral (f receiving), power imbalance, slight daddy and doctor kink (I don't know if it even exists), Also I wrote this instead of sleeping so forgive any mistakes, tell me if I miss any

Summery: Stephen Strange is your tutor and you’re his student, only that today there will be a different kind of lesson

‘’I can’t do this’’, you said with a huff and let your hands fall on the sides. Stephen had been trying to teach you a new spell for almost an hour and for almost an hour you had been failing to do the movements right.

‘’Of course you can’’, he reassured you and got back into position to start again. "Lets-"

‘’No Stephen. That’s it I can’t, I can’t do it’’ You've always had trouble concentrating no matter how thrilling or mind-blowing the new spell was however you were dedicated and passionate about it so you always did it right after a few tries. Also you didn't want to disappoint Stephen.

You had always been interested in the notion of magic as a child, I mean who wasn't. But after some unfortunate events caused by some Avengers' mission that turned your life around you found out that magic wasn't that much of a children's story, it was real and there was a place where you could be taught. So you went for it.

Entranced and curious you always had a thirst to learn more. You were at the top of your class, with knowledge beyond it so when Stephen became the Sorcerer Supreme and took notice of your performance he decided to quench that thirst of yours. You knew it was a chance of a lifetime and soon you had moved into the Sanctum and you had a tutor. What you didn't expect was to develop feelings for that tutor so strong that you couldn't focus on your studies anymore.

"Come on Y/N! Stop whining and let's try again" You really tried to convince yourself it was a stupid school crush. He was older, illegally handsome, intelligent and you spent almost everyday together but then you noticed you couldn't stop thinking about him.

"No I- What are-" You looked at him as he walked behind you.

"Just let me show you. Is that alright?", he cut you off and your eyes widened

"Sure" you looked away staring at the wall so he wouldn't see the scarlet colour across your cheeks. You stood firmly on your foot terrified of the slightest step back as there was a high chance you would fall to his chest. You weren't sure how far behind you he was but you could smell his strong perfume, tingling your sensations.

"Don't forget how to breathe", he chuckled and you realised you've been holding your breath for too long.

"Good point", you whispered. Still from behind you he brought his hands in front of you and slowly, making with his hands the movements that you so much hated. "Just watch my hands"

You hummed in agreement as you observed his hands closely, the lines starting from his fingertips and then going down till all of them meet. You had noticed before-those long, skillful fingers could never go unnoticed- making you wonder what else they could go.

Yes you were desperate. Almost two years without sex of course you would think like that about fingers.

"You're paying attention aren't you?", he chuckled, snapping you out of your thoughts. Like a kid being caught with their hand in the cookie jar you gave him a guilty look and smile, realizing you had been staring at his fingers rather than the movement they made.

"Of course I am", you laughed awkwardly and abruptly turned around to look at him,losing lightly your balance you took a step back and hit his chest.

"Caught you" He had a firm hand on your side before lightly squeezing your waist to keep both of you still.

"Thanks", you said embarrassed

"Sure, just be more careful. Now let's continue" You nodded obediently and went to step away and take your previous position, however his firm hold held you in place, making your bodies press against each other. "

Pressing himself harder against you to come closer, his face rubbing your hair as he spoke to you, reminding the movements your hands were supposed to do.

"Like that?" You asked, finding it impossible focusing on the lesson rather than how his hold went further down your waist or how good he smelled.

"No Y/N it is nothing like that" Once more your hands fell on your side and you huffed and disappointed. "Weren't you paying attention when I showed you- Come on don't give me that look"

"What look?" You turned and looked at him confused, before realizing how close you were standing.

"The crying puppy look" Placing a stand of hair behind your ear, his fingers, your eyelashes fluttered as he stroked lightly the side of your face before he quickly pulled back. "Let's try again, hm?" He coughed.

Placing first his hand on your waist your voice hitched as he pressed his body against yours and gripped your wrists.

"You should do it now" He softly and you took a deep breath. He felt muscular against you and firm yet his touch on your wrists was so careful and gently, as if he was scared he'd break you.

Deciding to get over with it you started performing the movements he previously showed you, pushing aside any inappropriate thoughts.

"There you go" your jaw dropped slightly at the sudden sensation of something hard pressing against you. A soft whine escaped your lips as you realised what exactly that was; Stephen hard member pushing against your ass.

"You're doing so wonderful" he pressed you harder against his body, now his tip teasing your ass.

"Oh, Stephen-" your head dropped on his shoulder and with half open eyes you looked at him.

"You're the sweetest thing I've ever seen", he mumbled against your neck, as he traced kisses down your cleavage. "Tell me you want this too"

"Please more than anything" his cock twitched and he possessively his grip on your waist got tighter before starting kissing the side of your face.

"Do you have any idea how difficult it was for me to keep my hands off you? Or should I mention how hard I get every morning? You have to use my shower because yours isn't supposed to work. You're such a dirty liar"

"It really doesn't work", your chuckle soon got lost under some heavy panting as he started sucking your jaw.

"Is that why you leave your panties in my bathroom? You know I have three pairs of thongs and fun fact they aren't mine" He couldn't count how many times he finished just by holding your panties. He was fascinated by them, their vibrant colours, the lace, the little bows on them.

"You're filthy" You joked and his teeth sunk down onto the sweet spot of your neck.

"Maybe" a small smirk curved on his lips, before his hand moved from your stomach down to your clothed core and then palmed it. "But I'm not the one who's wearing the shortest dresses when we're having lessons. Now that's really filthy"

"Jesus Doctor" Pushing past your panties he entered a finger in your core making you shiver under his touch. Your walls squeezed his finger, trapping it inside you. Moving away from your neck he quickly took his finger out of your pussy, making you gasp. Putting it in his mouth he sucked the sweetness off his finger.

"You sweet sweet thing" He hummed, still tasting you on his lips.

"Please need you"

"Go sit on the desk, sweetheart" He ordered, suddenly letting you go.

Hesitantly you walked to his desk before looking at him, any previous confidence now all gone leaving behind a shy little girl.

"Sit on the desk baby and spread those legs for me" He watched you walk across the rolm and then squeezing your legs together as you sat on the cold surface. Stephen approached you before sinking down on his knees, his hot breath heating your core. "Come on, show me what's between those beautiful legs?"

Pushing your legs over his shoulder and your skirt over your hips, he lustfully gazed over your mound before kissing your inner thigh. You jumped back the tick hair of his goatee tickling your soft skin.

He had been waiting for months for this moment, sitting face to face with your warm aching to be touched pussy, ready for him to suck its juices. He wanted to take you apart slowly, sensually tracing your body with his fingers and tongue, before taking you against that very desk and fuck you dump till you can't think of anything but his cock. But he couldn't. Not when he spent months longing to taste your sweet cunt, suck those pretty folds of yours dry.

He pulled you by the hips closer to his mouth, before kissing from your ankle up your inner thigh and then biting it. Shocked, you gawked at him who proudly looked down at the mark he had left.

"Let's take those awful panties off" Supporting yourself on the desk you hoisted your hips and watched as his hand got lost under your skirt and then pulled down a little pink thong. "You really wanted me to see this hm? I'm keeping those" With a dirty smirk on his face he stuffed it in his pocket, adding it to his collection.

"Now let's pay attention to this needy pussy" He doesn't waste time licking a flat strip up your pussy before latching into your clit, making you gasp loudly."Such a sweet cunt. All wet for me" his voice muffled in your tight walls.

"Please" you moaned, spreading your legs further for him to go deeper and help with the ingrowing heat. "Fuck, please Sir"

He groaned at the name, one of his hands leaving your hips to palm his hard bulge through his pants. "It's Doctor"

His tongue flicked against the bundle of nerves before sucking on your leaking juices, your eyelashes fluttered at the feeling.

You couldn't believe what was happening. Just a mess in a pretty dress with your so much older tutor between your thighs, eating you out like a starved man and you were letting him.

You were so dirty. Squirting on his face so desperately for him to pleasure you."Thats it make a fucking mess baby. Let daddy clean you all up afterward too"

Pulling his hair he shoved him closer to your pussy, his nose nuzzling on your clit in the process.

The combination of sweet burning feeling his tongue and lips left behind and the harsh rubbing of his goatee had you on edge.

His tongue flicked against your clit, his warm breath fanning over your wetness you’re so out of it, you can barely stay still. Your legs started trembling, your hips moving up and down, grinding down his face needy for release. "Fuck"

"My stupid, sweet girl. So fucking desperate for me. Are you gonna cum for me? Show me how well you can follow orders?”He already knew the answer to that, he could tell from your unsteady breaths and unfocused eyes. If he knew Wong wouldn't return back in a few minutes, he’d take you to his bedroom and try to see how well you'd take his cock now that he had stretched you all nice and open.

You looked at him with a pout as he beckoned for you to cum and massaged your little nub. He kept an eye on you, watching as you mumbled so shamelessly his name as you came undone, grinding on his face. "Yes, yes, yes"

He slurped all of your juices, your grip on his hair becoming more loose while you rode the last waves of your orgasm. Suddenly keys were heard and the large door of the Sanctum opened.

"Shit Wong's back", you cursed and Stephen raised his face for your pussy His beard glistening.

"You're the fucking pretty" He said still between your thighs but you wasn't sure if he was talking to you or himself.

"Come on" You stood up and fixed your dress before bringing a hand to his beard and whipped the evidence. He watched mesmerized as you licked your palm and then walked away with a smirk.

"Looking forward to our next lesson, Doc"

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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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[winsteria]

This post contains fanfic recommendations for Sherlock Holmes (BBC) and Stephen Strange and his variants. I thought it would be nice to share and recommend to all of you the fics that I love! <3

Note: Most of the recommended fics are fluff, but there will be some angst too. Fics that contain smut will be marked with (S), so for those who don't read them can be aware.

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STEPHEN STRANGE

➥ Doctor Strange

✦ Karaoke Night by @annesthaeticc

✦ Uncle Stephen by @writingliv

✦ Musée de l'Orangerie by writingliv

✦ Glimpse of Us by writingliv

✦ Paper Hearts (Series) by @classickook

✦ All I Ask (Part 1) by @brunchable

➥ All I Want (Part 2) by brunchable

➥ One Dance (Last Part) by brunchable

✦ Can't Love You in the Dark by (Part 1) by brunchable

➥ Can't Love You in the Dark by (Part 2) by brunchable

➥ (S) Can't Love You in the Dark by (Part 3) by brunchable

✦ A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be (Mini-series) by brunchable

✦ Karaoke Confessions by @getlostsquidward

✦ Annoying by @spookyspecterino

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➥ Defender Strange

✦ Wardrobe Mix Up by @lykaonimagines

✦ Give Me The Reason by lykaonimagines

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➥ Sinister Strange

✦ Notes & Letters by lykaonimagines

✦ Actions Speak Louder by @geeky-politics-46

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➥ Supreme Strange

✦ My One Constant by lykaonimagines

✦ Something Interesting by lykaonimagines

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SHERLOCK HOLMES

✦ Touch Starved by @starks-hero

✦ Comfort by starks-hero

✦ Deep Water by starks-hero

✦ Dinner With the Family by starks-hero

✦ Danger Night's by starks-hero

✦ Different by starks-hero

✦ Sentiment by starks-hero

✦ I'm Here by starks-hero

✦ Meet the Parents by starks-hero

✦ His Remedy by starks-hero

✦ Darling It's Cold Outside by starks-hero

✦ Always On My Mind by starks-hero

✦ Christmas by @geeks-universe

✦ Bedside Manners by @luxwritesfanfic

✦ Don't Take The Money by luxwritesfanfic

✦ Missed You by @sherlockxreader

✦ The Case of the Unread Article by sherlockxreader

✦ I Want One by @victoriaholmeswriting

✦ The Holmes Family by victoriaholmeswriting

✦ Corpses and Roses by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds

✦ Iridescence: A Composition by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds

✦ Soulmates by writingliv

✦ Night Terror by @fandom-puff

✦ The Feeling Is Mutual by classickook

✦ Safe In Your Arms by classickook

✦ ILY by annesthaeticc

✦ Puppy Luv by annesthaeticc

✦ Bad Hair Day by annesthaeticc

✦ Here Comes The Sun by @aephereal

✦ Pancakes by aephereal

✦ Late Nights & Violins by @daydreamtofiction

✦ Consequences by @theconsultingdetectiveswife

✦ Limerence by @galactic-academia

✦ Spiraling by @stupidthoughtsinwriting

✦ Morning Light by lykaonimagines

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So, that would be the end of this post. If your work is here and you want to remove it from this post, please kindly inform me in the comments and I will remove it! <3

— winsteria

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[strangelockd]

Hii!! How are u? 🥰

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

Fates Embrace

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Sinister Strange x FemReader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damn him…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ste-Stephen I’m gonna!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Notes & Letters - Sinister!Strange x Reader

Sinister Strange version of the reader accidentally lets him know they’re in love with him. 

Paring: Sinister!Strange x F!Reader

Word Count: 5,932

Description: After a more than rocky start to the interactions between Y/N and Stephen after being pulled into his universe, she finds she’s actually fallen for the man. Now how exactly does she tell the man she’d rebuffed the affections of so many times, that she does actually feel the same?

Other Things: Fluff. 

Warnings: Some swearing. Maybe Stockholm Syndrome? (He did tear her out of her own universe, but this is pretty soft). 

Tossing another sheet into the fireplace beside her, Y/N stares at the flames slowly turning the paper to ash with a grimace on her face.

How many times had she tried to write this letter? Whether it was making badly written words vanish from existence with a spell, or letting them burn in the fire place, she felt she was no closer to her goal than she had been when she first sat at the large desk in the… morning?

She’d long lost the grasp on actual time since she’d gotten here. This universe felt like a void frozen in time, slowly disintegrating to its fated end. A fact that once scared her, but she now found a semblance of balance and normalcy in.

Though the light of day didn’t change and clocks were of little use, she’d found she had started to be able to gauge an hour on her own. The routine the two last beings in this universe had found was probably to thank for that.

Her day always began to Stephen rousing her from her sleep for breakfast; a gentle hand on her shoulder and soft smile on his face as her eyes first opened to him each day. When she’d first arrived they had a hard time speaking, her own outrage and confusion and his frustration often hit a boiling point. So he had taken to leaving her notes.

A list on the table top asking for her favorite breakfasts, lunches, dinners, and snacks. A list on her bathroom mirror asking for any products she needed. Another on the wardrobe looking for her preferred clothing types and colors. She’d grown to appreciate them as maddening as the entire situation was.

The fact he was trying to make her comfortable. Make sure she had everything she needed or wanted, keeping his distance from her and only seeking her out to inform her of meals.

She’d at first thought he was angry but felt he had to provide now that she was there, but every look her gave her said otherwise. At first they just held utter adoration. A look she felt she had never earned, that was misplaced from another version of herself and forced on her with far too much intensity. But over time it… calmed? It was still there, in each glance he gave her, but there was more.

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.

She’d found herself wondering several times over the course of her time in this universe, what she would do if time was no object. If she could do anything with her time forever. The answers were originally always things that reminded her of home that she missed and the Stephen she had lost years ago. But overtime she found her mind moving to the Strange of this universe.

What would she do if had forever? Train with him and become the best sorcerer she could, two powerful magical beings standing side by side looking over a dying world… ok that one was weird. Evidently she’d been watching too many movies.

What else would she do? Cuddle up to the man on the couch with a movie on the dusty old tv he swore hadn’t been used in decades before she showed up. Conjuring up hot buttery popcorn that left a shine on his smiling lips that she could just lean over and… nope even weirder.

Literally anything else? Stephen shirtless and crawling up her bed with a gleam in his eyes and his hands seemingly leaving a trail of fire on her skin in their wake as they traveled up her… ah fuck.

When exactly these feelings had taken root in her brain she wasn’t sure. It clearly wasn’t overnight. She didn’t suspect a spell of any sort. He hadn’t done any one thing in particular. But once she realized it, it seemed obvious. One moment she hated him, despised him, wanted nothing to do with him. She felt like she was ready to burst into a rage or drop crying to the floor in his presence. Then the next… he’d been kind. Understanding. Accommodating. Caring. Helpful. Other than their initial arguments, he’d always kept his voice low and calm. His hands always to himself unless helping her. Giving her her own space. And she come to see how beautiful he was.

In many of the same ways as her late boyfriend, but many of his own ways as well. Eyes that at first glance appeared to have gone black, were an almost midnight blue. But when the light of the lamp, fireplace, or spell hit them just right, they lit up like the richest cobalt jewels. His slightly longer hair and different style also grew on her, framing his face in just the right way. And she’d be lying if she admitted the darker color palette on his robes didn’t do something for her.

As the feelings grew, she found herself now leaving him small notes. One weird drawing slipped under his plate when he wasn’t looking. “I’m Strong. I’m Fierce. I’m Badass,” stuck to the mirror in his bathroom, one she barely escaped without getting caught, her giggles tipping him off that she was up to some kind of mischief. And probably her favorite, a full sheet ripped from her journal taped to the front of the desk in his office stating, “Bestest Sorcerer,” and several doodles of sparks and a badly drawn sling ring.

She loved those moments when he found her notes, twisting the paper in between his fingers, and a genuine smile on his face for a moment before he rushed away.

Then she started collecting the new ones he left her, tucked into the back of her journal. A heart on a note stuck to a post of her bed. “You’re radiant,” on one on her mirror in the bathroom. “Your abilities are endless,” stuck to the current spell book she’d been reading through.

She needed to tell him… no, she wanted to tell him. She wanted something more with him. She wanted to cross that boundary they’d set up. That thought should terrify her. But it doesn’t. He had seemed content just having her here, not being on his own, being able to see her each day. Yet she’s the one that wants to change that.

Turning back to the journal in front of her, she runs her fingers across her initials etched in the the soft blue leather of the cover. He always put his all into everything he’d done for her. Tried to give her the best he could, the best of himself.

This letter had to be perfect… but how do you admit that the person you’d once cursed, shoved, and berated for literally kidnapping you to another universe; now holds your heart?

It felt like she was writing an apology mixed with defining Stockholm Syndrome more than anything in all her attempts.

Flipping to a clean page, she bites at her lip and starts another go at it. Her free fingers drum on the desk as she writes, slowing as her brow furrows and she scoffs at the line she’d written. However, she powers through to the end. Finally ripping the sheet from her journal and reading it over.

Awful. Just… awful.

Crumbling the newest page into a ball, she stands up from her chair and stretches, tossing the ball towards the fireplace as she walks out of the room to go find Strange.

-

Y/N’s presence in his office wasn’t an abnormal occurrence, yet every time she entered, Stephen couldn’t help but smile at her and stop whatever he’d been doing, “Do you need something my love?”

“Could I go for a walk maybe?” she asks quietly, a forced smile trying to hide the troubled look on her face.

“You want to walk out there?” he asks with a raised brow. “There’s nothing but debris and buildings being torn apart into the atmosphere.”

“I know, I’ll just stay on the street.”

His eyes narrow as a reason finally clicks into his brain. The implication weighing heavy on his heart. He’d thought… well he’d hoped… no.

“Are you trying to find a way to run away from me?” He asks, his voice going gravely. “There’s none out there, only destruction.”

“What? No,” she insists with widened eyes. “I know that. I just really need some air, and to get out of the Sanctum for a little bit. Clear my head.”

“Clear from what?”

“I’ve just been thinking a lot of things lately, and I want to sort out my thoughts,” she replies, leaning against his desk. “Is… there something I can do that would make you believe me? Or make you feel better about it.”

Sucking in a deep breath he closes his eyes in thought before nodding and conjuring a glowing purple pendent in his hand and offers it to her, “Protection spell. Should you touch something decaying or…” He trails off with a hazy look in his eyes.

“Or?” she presses him, his eyes flickering back to her.

“If you hear the sound of magic, a portal, footsteps, anything. Either immediately hide or head back here. Whatever is safest in the situation. You need only speak my name and I will be there, understood?”

Tilting her head as she looks at him, she realizes there’s fear in his eyes, “What are you expecting to be out there? You think someone is going to show up and take me? Please be honest.”

“As much as that is a concern, I’m more concerned…” sighing deeply his hand holding the pendent toward her shakes before his elbow drops to the desk. “If another variant of myself were to show up here, he’s more likely to kill you than take you anywhere. This isn’t the universe you were meant to be in, many of my variants will sacrifice you for what they believe is the betterment of the multiverse. Hoping to avoid further incursions. When clearly it’s already too late for this universe anyway.”

“So if I see another you, he’d try to kill me? He’d really do that to me?” she asks, a hurt expression spreading across her face.

“If they don’t know where to take you and they’re focused on incursions, yes.”

Her gaze drops to the floor, kicking at the wood aimlessly.

“Darling?

She glances back up at him and gives him a weak smile, “I’m sorry. I guess I just felt like… I’m not sure. I’m known two of you, so a part of me I guess thought that if I had ever met another, he’d at least be… nice to me? I don’t know.”

“Some versions of me take what they believe is right as their guideline. It’s not to say they don’t also have a Y/N back in their universe that they also know well. They will just probably not extend that curtesy to you. Any that are purposely moving across the multiverse aren’t doing so without a reason.”

Nodding slowly, Y/N reaches out to accept the pendent from him and slips it over her neck. “I’ll stay safe.”

Strange nods stiffly, holding back the wave of doubt in his mind telling him to make her stay, “I’m trusting you Y/N, please don’t make me have to come find you and drag you back. Please.”

“I’ll be back, safe and in one piece,” she smiles assuredly at him.

“If you need me, just say my name. Whether it’s danger, you’re lost, or you just want me to portal you back,” he responds, his hands tightly gripping the armrests on his chair.

Seemingly watching his internal struggle, she leans across his desk and presses a kiss to his cheek, “Thank you Stephen.”

His eyes widen at the gesture and use of his actual name, releasing much of the tension in his body as he relaxes into his chair, “Be safe, I’ll see you soon?”

“Soon,” she promises with a nod and heads out of the room.

Once he hears her footsteps fade away and the sound of the large front door opening and closing, he allows himself to brush his finger tips across his cheek. Somehow the spot still felt warm in her absence.

Now far too distracted to go back to the spell sitting on his desk, he gets up from his chair and stretches before heading across the Sanctum.

He’d noticed her writing furiously into her journal earlier and tearing pages from it, and he’d made it a habit to make sure she never ran out of pages.

Walking over to the desk he places his hand on the cover and watches as the journal is quickly refilled with paper before turning toward the fire place.

Immediately his gaze goes to a small paper ball sitting beside it, something she’d intended to burn?

Stooping to pick it up, he twists it around in his fingers trying to decide what to do with it. He should probably just burn it. But it probably wouldn’t hurt to take a glance at it first. She’d been scribbling at that desk for days and burning countless sheets of paper. And he may hold the answer to what she’d been doing. Possibly what had been troubling her, and the sudden need to get out of the sanctum.

Moving her journal aside, he unrolls the little paper ball and flattens it against the desk slowly, realizing he’s looking at a letter… to himself?

Once he’s smoothed out the wrinkles he takes a seat at her desk to read over the paper.

“Dear Stephen,

Well that’s already a lame start but here we are so buckle the fuck up. I don’t know how to write this. I want to be eloquent and confident and have words just fly out fluidly conveying my feelings. But try as I might, that’s not working. I’ve written this same letter now at least fifty times. Each time a glaring failure I wipe from existence or toss into the fire. Watching the pages go up in flames like my chances of actually saying this in some real meaningful way. So I’m just going to say this my way, exactly what’s in my head. The chances are this will end up in the fire as well, but who knows, maybe this will be the one that feels right.

I love you. I don’t know exactly when I realized, but when it finally hit me it took over all my senses. Everything I’ve done and now do is colored by the fact I now know that to be true. And I’ve had to fight the urge to respond to you saying it for… months now? Weeks? Maybe a year? I have no clue. I just know when you look at me with that smile and tell me you love me, my insides turn to mush.

And I just… want more. Like fuck. I want to cuddle up with you on the couch, I want to just sit in your lap when you’re at your desk and play with your hair, I want to kiss you when you’re laughing at some lame joke I made, I want to crawl into the same bed with you every night, I want your hands on me. I want it all and I don’t know how to say it. The number of times I just thought of leaning over your desk, sinking my fingers into your hair and pulling your head towards me and capturing your lips with a kiss… Might be going a little bit insane myself with all the scenarios running through my head.

Also I forgive you. I don’t know how else to really cover this. I was mad and scared and rightfully freaking out. I was kidnapped from my universe by a variant of my dead boyfriend and woke up in a dying world. I said a lot of awful things, I felt a lot of awful ways. I can’t apologize for feeling like I did, because come on. And it’s weird saying I forgive you for something I know you don’t regret doing, but at this point I’m… happy you did? And that sounds crazy to say. But I’m happy I’m here now. Well I mean if this doesn’t go well and you read this and don’t feel the same way anymore then maybe not…

That’s something I’ve been worrying about. That one day as you get to know me better, you’ll realize I’m different from the Y/N you lost and not want me here anymore. I know she was me, but I’m sure there are differences. You have similarities to the Stephen from my universe, but also a lot of differences too. So I hope my differences don’t drive you away. I know your love was for another and translated onto me, and I suppose it could be said my love for my past Stephen might have been brought over onto you as well in some form. The similarities soothing the ache on my heart from his loss, but distinct differences I’ve fallen in love with.

I’m in love with the man that wakes me with a smile and breakfast each day. Leaves me little notes around the Sanctum to find. Patiently teaches and guides me. That stops what he’s doing to conjure tea and snacks for us to sit and discuss the latest book I read. The man that does everything to make a collapsing universe feel like home and a place I want to be solely because you exist in it.

I’m not sure I’ll give you this letter, the chances are low since I hated every other one thus far. But if I do, I love you. And thank you for loving me the way you have and not trying to force me to feel the same. You loved me fully despite my countless rebuffs, and seemed content to just be as we are despite it all.  And well, I hope we can be more now, and I look forward to spending forever with you, however long that may be.

Love, Your Y/N”

Blinking slowly at the piece of paper in his hands, Stephen takes a moment for it to all sink in. All the things he’d wanted, hoped for. She wanted too. She loved him too. She’d spent days trying to write this for him. She called herself his Y/N.

Suddenly her absence in the Sanctum felt overwhelming. Every nerve in his body felt electrified, the need to go out and find her and finally have her in his arms nearly making him do so.

But he needs her to know he’ll trust her. And he… he needs her to come back. On her own accord. Not because he dragged her back.

Taking a deep breath, he folds the letter in half and sticks it in her journal, scribbling a quick message to her on the sheet below it.

Stepping away from the desk, he knows trying to study or focus on anything right now is a futile effort. So he takes himself to the room closest to a family room they have. He sits down on the couch, willing his muscles to unclench as he uses his magic to make the tv turn on, playing the first movie that came to mind.

“What if she doesn’t come back?” Echoes around in his head as the words from the film don’t seem to reach his ears. What if another him did show up and take her away back to her universe. Or his own. The idea of someone snatching her away from him causes him to grip the couch tightly below him.

Another him that isn’t a monster. Here playing hero and saving the girl from eternity in the tower with the beast. Younger and less broken, wooing her right out from underneath him.

His mind races and his body practically vibrates as he fights to keep himself in his seat and his eyes on the tv. It’s one of the rare moments when he reflected on his use of the Darkhold, and he wonders if he’d been struggling so violently in this situation if he hadn’t used it. But then again, if he hadn’t, this universe wouldn’t be falling apart, and she wouldn’t be here in the first place. He wouldn’t have been alone, but he might as well have been.

After the death of his Y/N, he steadily slipped away. While he was constantly surrounded by apprentices, students, and other masters, the loneliness he felt was crushing. Like a gaping wound in the middle of his chest that he was expected to “move on from” and continue his days saving a universe that took away his everything. He grew tired of the sympathetic looks, the nice words about who she had been, and attempts to reach him.

When he had first off-handedly mentioned wishing he could find another Y/N, just to have her back, Wong had immediately shut him down. Mentions of therapy, taking time off, getting help to process grief. No. He didn’t want to forget her, and as much as he wanted the sharp pain in his chest to go away, he feared if it did he’d truly fully lose her.

No he had to do something different. He had to have her back. The only solution that dulled the pain to an ache. Hours upon hours going through books, traveling to find other ancient texts he’d heard stories of. The day he first got his hands on the Darkhold, was the first day he had a true ray of hope since he’d lost her.

However, things very quickly got out of hand. He destroyed his own universe, killing everyone in it… and continued to torture himself with dreamwalks into happier versions of himself. Ones where Y/N was alive and staring back at him adoringly. Where he could feel her lips on his skin, see the adoration in her eyes, and just… be happy for a few moments.

A few moments of happiness for another shred of his sanity.

He’d eventually found his favorite universe. A Y/N that seemed so similar to the woman he lost, he almost couldn’t believe it. He visited her regularly, whether it be through dreamwalking or slipping into her dreams. Though he always disguised himself in her dreams, making sure he looked like the version of him that she loved. Some days it felt like it only thing keeping him alive, yet it tore his heart out over and over every time he left the dream.

The day he couldn’t reach the Stephen of that universe to dreamwalk, he spent the rest of the day waiting for her to fall asleep, entering her dream to find her a mess. She clung to him and sobbed, begging for him to come back. That it couldn’t be real that he had died. That she couldn’t live without him, to please come back for her.

And so he did. It wasn’t easy, and it took him some time, but he had managed to finally pull her into his universe. Though his happiness was quickly shattered by her reaction. Perhaps he’d expected too much. That she’d embrace another form of himself to dull her hurt as he wanted.

Their early arguments were wicked, venomous words dripping from both their tongues. But the looks she gave him even as she just crossed the room pierced his heart the most. Words he could deal with easily enough, however the adoration he used to see in her eyes replaced by disgust and hatred… that was far harder to accept.

He’d spent years aching for her to look at him again, actually look at his face and give that adoring loving gaze. He tore apart his own universe to have it. And she could barely even look at him without outright malice.

He had decided to retreat at that point. It was preferable to live a life where he could feel her presence in the house even if he didn’t get to interact with her. The last thing he wanted was to snap on her one day, his years of abusing the Darkhold making him uneasy to where he might go if she stabbed too deeply into his bleeding heart with her words and looks.

So he’d left notes and spent months on end avoiding her for her. Until she started seeking him out herself. Coming to the table to eat dinner with him, sitting in a chair in his office as he worked. Slowly they began to talk, and ever-so-slowly he saw the anger fade from her eyes. A warmth came back to them eventually, a smile aimed in his direction, a hand on his sleeve to tug him to the training room for more lessons.

The first note he found had nearly moved him to tears. “We’ve got each other and that’s a lot.” Just a single sticky note on his nightstand with song lyrics, yet it meant far more. She’d accepted they were in this together, and remembered their brief discussion of music.

The months passed and he found more and more notes, each one he carefully collected into a folder in a drawer on his desk, not wanting to let even one go. And he found himself starting to leave her notes once again, it became one of his favorite activities.

How she’d smile at him when she found one made his heart beat rapidly in his chest, and he found himself hoping. He wasn’t going to push it, he didn’t want to push her away. But hope that maybe one day…

The loud creek of the front door tears him from his thoughts, and he focuses all his attention on the sound of it closing and familiar footsteps taking the stairs up.

She passed through the room quietly, seemingly unaware of his presence as she walks toward her bedroom.

Exhaling deeply as she passes into the next room, he feels his body finally relax. She came back.

-

Stepping back into her bedroom, Y/N pulls the purple glowing pendent from her neck to place it on the desk next to her journal.

The walk really had helped. The air wasn’t exactly as ‘fresh’ as she was used to from walks back in her own universe, and the ever dying landscape wasn’t the most welcoming scene. But just being outside and walking nowhere without any aim, lost in her thoughts had helped her sort through her feelings a bit more.

Maybe she was ready to give that letter another go… she should let him know she’s home, but maybe that would be a good time to give him the letter?

Running her hand over the cover of her journal, she freezes as she notices a piece of paper sticking out from it. Hadn’t she gotten rid of all the loose pages?

Flipping it open, her heart nearly stops as she’s faced with the now flattened version of her last letter that should very much have been ash by now. Grasping the paper in her hand, dread fills her. Had he read it? That was possibly the worst version she’d written. Shit. Did he know?”

Looking back down at her journal, she sees words written in a messy script, “I love you too. Perhaps meet me back in the family room to discuss this further?”

The family room? She’d just been in the… well shit. He read her letter and she walked right past him when she came back.

Putting the paper down with shaky hands, she turns toward her open bedroom door and takes a deep breath.

She heads back to the family room as her every muscle seems to clench in anticipation. Reaching the room she notices the muted tv screen playing some movie, something she’d missed before. Along with the sorcerer relaxing on the couch in front of it, his head turning to her with a soft smile, “Enjoy your walk?”

“I- y-yeah,” she stutters, tentatively crossing the room to get closer to him. “Helped me sort some things out.”

“What things would those be?” he asks as he gives her a knowing look and pats the couch beside him.

She goes around the couch to sit beside him, hands clenching one another as she tries to think of an answer. He knows. She knows he knows. He knows she knows he knows. But what the fuck does she say?

Finally biting the bullet, she unclenches her hands and slides one across the couch toward him, palm side up as she glances at him hopefully, “My feelings.”

He slides his own hand over to hers, fingertips brushing across her skin slowly before intertwining their fingers, “Have they changed since the words I read?”

“No,” she says softly, gently squeezing his hand as a tremor makes it shake against her. “Just made me more sure. Though I had hoped to be… to say it better. I know you read it so you know I’d written a crap ton of them. That was probably the worst, I was frustrated and nowhere near the way I wanted to sound.”

“It sounded like you, and that’s what I care about,” he responds, lifting their hands up to press a kiss to the back of her hand. “I would be lying if I didn’t admit I was surprised.”

“I thought I was sort of subtly hinting, but evidently not well.”

“I was just savoring the fact you no longer looked at me like you wanted me to drop dead,” he chuckles. “Beyond that I was just enjoying your company, hoping too much for more seemed foolish.”

Looking over at the sorcerer, she runs her thumb along his knuckles and tries to find the right words.

“You are your own person,” he responds to the silence hanging between them. “You are Y/N, you look like the Y/N I lost, and you have the same heart I fell for all those years ago. But you aren’t her.”

“Is… that a rejection?” She asks softly, swallowing the lump in her throat.

He raises a brow and smirks at her, “Never. I just want you to know I’ve separated the two of you in my mind. I’ve gotten to know you, and I’ve fallen for you. I’ve told you I love you many times, regrettably many were holding a dead woman over your head and making you be her. And for that I apologize. I can’t and won’t apologize for bringing you here, I’ve been happier than I’ve been in a very long time.”

“I’m sorry for being as hostile as I was at first. I mean you did kidnap me to another universe, I was livid. But I’ve realized I really hadn’t been happy since my Stephen died. And there were a lot of days I’d lay there in bed thinking I’d do anything to bring him back, anything to be that happy again. And I can’t blame you for having the same mindset after the same kind of hurt, and just having the ability to do something about it. If the roles were reversed, I can’t… I can’t say for certain I wouldn’t have gone down the same path. And I can’t hold against you something that the back of my mind ached for when in the same situation. So I understand,” she says as she looks back into his eyes and squeezes his hand.

His own eyes widen in surprise at her declaration, “I never would have thought that you’d…” His voice trails off and he looks down at their clasped hands and slides closer to her.

His free hand lifts to cup her cheek gently, guiding her face toward his own until their lips brush in a whisper of a kiss. “This is your chance to change your mind,” he says softly, his lips dragging along her own.

She reaches her own hand up to thread her fingers in his hair, a smile curling on her lips as she presses him in closer to her, “Never.”

A small growl comes from his chest, grazing her lower lip with his teeth before nipping it quickly and soothing the sting with his tongue.

“Stephen…” she groans against him, taking the moment to drop her hold on his hand and climb into his lap.

“Do you know how long I’ve ached for this?” He whispers lowly against her as he presses slow kisses from the edge of her mouth to her jaw, leaving what feels like a trail of fire in their wake on her already warm skin.

“Then… shut up and kiss me,” she groans against him and tugs slightly at his hair, pulling a deep laugh from him.

“So impatient,” he mumbles against her skin and works his way back up to her lips, pulling back just at the edge of her mouth. “If you want it, take it love.”

Narrowing her eyes at him, she pulls his head closer and brings his lips crashing into her own, moving urgently against them before pulling his bottom lip into her mouth and running her tongue along it.

He sighs happily into the gesture while running his nails down her back and shifting her hips in closer to his own.

Releasing her hold on his lip, she presses several soft kiss to them and presses her forehead to his.

“I love you, for eternity. While I’m living and even when I’m not,” he declares as his warm breath tickles her nose.

“I love you too Stephen,” she replies and shifts in his lap to lay her head against his shoulder. “And there’s no where else I’d rather be than here with you.”

“Likewise,” he wraps his arms around her body and nuzzles her hair. “And I’ll make sure you continue to feel that way.”

“And how do you intend to do that?”

“Darling I’ve had nothing but time to come up with all the things I’d do for and to you if you’d allow it,” he grins and whispers into her ear. “So as you said so elegantly, here we are, so buckle the fuck up.”

“I feel like that statement fits whatever you’re referring to far better than what I was referring to,” she chuckles and looks up into his eyes that shine a brighter blue from the glow of the fire in the nearby fireplace dancing in them.

“You’ve no idea,” he practically purrs as he leans her back in his arms to look down at her face. “Prepare to be worshipped my love, I’ve all the time in the universe to give you, and not a single thing I’d rather do.”

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[dino-fart]

Escapism

Summary | Introduction | Akasha | Bo-Katan | Clea | Defender Strange | Din Djarin | Frank Castle | Jack Daniels | Joel Miller | Miguel O’Hara | Namor | Oberyn Martell | Sherlock Holmes | Shuri | Sinister Strange | Stephen Strange | Strange Supreme | Supreme Strange | Thor | Tony Stark | Valkyrie | Final Decision 

Pairing: Multi Character x Female Reader

Genre: Drama, SMUT, Romance

Summary: You find yourself at a club called the Red Room. Your partner dumped you last night and your heart is shattered by it. You hope the club can provide you some escape, someone to take home and help you forget about what happened. One of the promoters picked up on this and takes you to magical place that let’s you choose whoever you want to spend the night with regardless of them not existing in your reality. Maybe by the end of your sexcapades you’ll end up finding someone new to love.

Inspired By: Escapism by Raye and 070 Shake

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[geeky-politics-46]

Just Hold Me

Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Something is wrong. You are acting odd & all Stephen wants to do is help you feel better

Warnings: Not much, light angst & references to potential depression. Fluffy ending. Sinister being the most loving devoted boy ever even if he doubts himself.

Totally a self-comfort piece. I've been feeling sad & this is what I want right now.

He wasn't used to seeing you this way. In fact, in all the time you had been in his universe, he had never seen you like this before. The light was missing from your eyes. You weren't crying, but your normal sunny disposition was nowhere to be found.

Your face was a blank slate. You didn't seem angry or outright upset, but your smile was nowhere to be seen. Even when he put on your favorite show, you weren't smiling and giggling like you normally would. It was breaking his heart.

You had always been the sunshine to his dark storm cloud self. You brightened his day and cleared away the gloom and cobwebs that had invaded his mind for years. He hoped that he hadn't somehow accidentally extinguished that fire and light that made you so enchanting. That was something he knew he would never forgive himself for. 

Even the weather outside had shifted with your personality. The cracks of sunlight that had started illuminating the barren land below, lulling it back to life, had dimmed. Storm clouds and low rumbles of thunder followed in the next few days. By the third day, it had begun steadily drizzling on and off all day.

Perhaps you wanted to leave but didn't know how to tell him. He was sure he would die if you did leave, but he wouldn't keep you there if you were no longer happy in his world. Or with him. Maybe you decided you couldn't love a monster like him anymore. He wouldn't blame you.

He found you sitting in your shared bed, bundled up in blankets, and just staring out the window. Watching the raindrops pitter patter against the window. Your hair hadn't been brushed in a day or two, and you were still in the shirt you slept in. 

"I know you have said nothing is wrong, but I know you are lying, my love. You can tell me if you want to leave. If you aren't happy with me anymore. If you have changed your mind about us. Or if I have done something to hurt you. I will make it right in any way that I can. Even if it means losing you. Your happiness is the most important thing in the multiverse to me." 

Your heart ached that you made him question your love for him. That had never even been a thought in your mind. You loved Stephen unconditionally. In fact, even you couldn't pinpoint what you were feeling or why you were feeling so withdrawn. You couldn't stand to see his eyes looking like a scolded puppy, and you immediately wanted him to be near you.

"Oh, Stephen. Come here. 

You unwrapped yourself from the blankets and patted the spot next to you on the bed. Wanting him to join you in your blanket cocoon.

"You haven't done anything to hurt me, and I definitely haven't changed my mind about us. I love you more than anything, Stephen. I'm just feeling really down, and I don't know why. It's stupid, and there's no real reason why that I can think of. I didn't want to bring your mood down with me, but I guess that didn't really work, huh?"

He had brought himself to sit in the bed next to you. Not wanting to touch you until you gave him permission, but he grabbed one of your hands in his as you wiped away a couple of stray tears with the other. 

"Trust me, darling. I have been to the depths of despair, and nothing you could say could bring me down. Not as long as you are here and you let me help you. Now, what do you need? Do you want anything to drink or eat? I can get you some more blankets to snuggle in. I can put on one of your favorite movies. I can leave you alone if you want me to, but I'd rather be here if you'll let me. Even if we just sit here in silence."

Your heart warmed at the honesty in his eyes and in his voice. You had never met a man quite like him. One who had seen and felt so much in his life. Had his world ripped apart in front of him, and yet all he wanted was to make you feel better. Even just having him next to you now made you feel a little less sad. A hint of a smile pulled at your lips for the first time in days. 

"Can you just hold me, please, Stephen? I just want to lay here and listen to the storm and have you hold me tight. I don't really know what's wrong with me right now, but you feel right to me."

He smiled at your request. He was so hoping that you would let him hold you. He knew that having you in his arms was always what made him feel better when the dark thoughts and lingering voices from the Darkhild threatened to overtake his mind. 

"Of course darling. All you ever have to do is ask." 

With that, he snuggled down under the covers and held you tight. Spooning you from behind and making sure his body touched yours as much as he possibly could before using his magic to pull the soft fluffy blankets up around both of you. Restoring your little cocoon you had made with both of you inside it now. Your hand quickly found its place over his, and your body wiggled to get even closer. 

He pressed a couple of soft, comforting kisses to your shoulder once you had found your comfortable spot. His heart fluttered a little when he heard you sigh and felt you relax into his arms. Letting your body melt into his. 

You stayed like this for what had to be hours. It didn't matter to him how long he stayed there. He wasn't going to let you go until you told him to. He would hold you until the universe collapsed around you both if you asked him to. His reason for living was to be the mooring that held you steady in both calm and stormy seas.

He knew you were on the verge of sleep by the way your breath pattern changed. It was only then that he let his own guard down and let himself begin to drift with you. Then, in the smallest and sweetest tone, he heard you whisper. It was barely audible.

"Thank you, Stephen. I love you."

He smiled softly to himself. Nudging his nose into your hair to get closer to you still. Whispering back into your ear, the truest words he had ever spoken in his life.

"I love you too, darling. Always and with all of my being. Though good and bad."

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[asgards-princess-of-mischief]

Last Updated: 2024-01-30

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Dr. Stephen Strange stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

✑ You Belong to Me by geeky-politics-46 • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 • 𑁍 • 🚫 •

Summary: "Awoken from sleep by the teasing kisses of your sorcerer, but one look in his eyes tells you something is off. Is he really your Stephen Strange? Or is he something more sinister?"

✑ A Natural￨Prt. II by geeky-politics-46 • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

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

✑ Actions Speak Louder by geeky-politics-46 • 〔F᜶C〕 •

Summary: "When the only person in his world gets sick he realizes just how much she has changed him."

✑ At Your Mercy by geeky-politics-46 • 18+ • 〔E᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Stephen is having a bad day. Luckily you know just how to take his troubles away."

✑ Don't Blame Me by getlostsquidward • 18+ • 〔A᜶C〕 • 🚫 •

Summary: "The Darkhold exacts a heavy toll, and Stephen decided he'd pay it the world, the universe – if it meant having you back in his arms."

✑ I'll Give You the Stars and Moon by strangelockd • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "[It's] finally here! Your wedding day to [Stephen and] he has a few surprises up his sleeve to make your best day ever even better than you could dream."

✑ In Another Universe by omgstarks • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 • 🚫 •

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

✑ Make Love to Me by ironstrange1991 • 18+ • 〔E᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When cold weather and a thunderstorm [leaves you] terrified [you find] comfort and warmth in Stephen's arms]."

✑ Messed Up Kind of Love by getlostsquidward • 18+ • 〔E᜶C〕 •

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

✑ Personal Space by geeky-politics-46 • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You try to set some boundaries in your new relationship together, but it still ends the same way... with you both naked."

✑ Poisonous Touch by brunchable • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 • 🚫 •

Summary: "Stephen wakes up [bound to a chair] with magic... [to find] you tied up and gagged on the bed, right in front of him."

✑ Swapped Places by vickiee-mcmuffin • 18+ • 〔E〕 • 🚫 •

Summary: "Stephen returns home after a 2-week-long mission, and he seems desperate to touch you. But the Stephen you give yourself to, isn't the Stephen you knew and cared for."

✑ Why Don't You Run From Me by strange-dreams-are-made-of-these • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Stephen was searching for help from one of his other self's in the multiverse, but seeing a variant of you makes him realize how bad he has been to you."

✑ Cold by dino-fart • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Last of His Day, the by clouded-dreams2 • 〔A〕 •

✑ Let Me Take Care of You by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

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✑ Never Doubt My Love by strangelockd • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

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✑ Til the End of Time by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ You're Cute When You're Angry by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

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[ironstrange1991]

Four Stephens headcanon

How they are like? What are the similarities and differences?

A/N: This is just a short headcanon with the main differences from the four DS2 Stephens. I wrote this as a small celebration of the movie's 1 year anniversary. Anyway, I hope you like it and sorry for being so short.

Word count: 0,300k

Warnings: Mentions of sexual activities.

Original Stephen: Cocky. Egotistical. Gentle, affectionate. Will relinquish control on rare occasions. Best boyfriend you could ever have. Can make you laugh and make you horny at the same time. Scared to death of getting you pregnant, but would make a great dad. Loves cuddles, loves when you take care of his hands. Sex is always nice and hard, always open to trying new things. Will call you his whore. Daddy kink.

Defender Strange: Strict, but soft at the same time. Gentle. Very, very affectionate. Always in control of everything except in bed. Husband material. Amazing dad. Loves cuddles, loves when you caress his hair. Sex is always intense. Not very inventive. Loves when you ride him. Will let you call him your sweet boy sometimes. Will never call you his whore. You are his baby.

Supreme Strange: Narcissistic. Egotistical. Very, very jealous. Clingy. Always in control of everything. The definition of problematic boyfriend. Hates children. Loves cuddles, loves to sleep with his head on your chest or shoulder. Sex is always intense. Can be rough sometimes. Loves quickies. Will bend you over any possible furniture. Will call you his whore. Calls you stupid nicknames just to piss you off.

Sinister Strange: Scary. Possessive. Obsessed with you. Controls you all the time. Definition of abusive relationship. Has a strong breeding kink, but could never raise a child. Demands cuddles and sex all the time. Loves when you caress his goatee. Sex is always rough. Will constantly wake you up by fucking you. Will call you his sweet girl and fuck you like a whore. Strong daddy kink.

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[strrvnge]

This is a fic request, imagine dr strange x reader, he’s her dads best friend and they both have. A huge crush on each other for a very long time, he finally confesses in an agnsty way when she’s all I thought you cared about me, and it's a slow burn. THANK YOU I have been dreaming about this for nights 😭

I can't explain how much I love thisss!!! Also I'm sorry for taking so long to write this the last past months were kinda weird so... I hope you like this.

This is a bit different from your request, Stephen and reader are already secret dating

(note this request was my excuse to rewatch all too well, also Stephen's kinda an asshole in this)

So this is our table Stephen must be here any moment. Should we have a drink as we wait?"

Your father had been one of the best professors Columbia had ever seen, teaching there for over 20 years with numerous successful doctors being taught by him, one of them being Stephen Strange too.

In fact Stephen was one of your father’s all time favourite students and for a person as handful as your father that meant a lot. Since you were a teenager you could remember your father speaking of Stephen's accomplishments in family dinners, how great, how bright, how much potential he had. He was like the son he never had.

So even after he graduated due to his admiration for your father and your father's pride for him their relationship turned into a very strong friendship. And then you met him.

Of course both of you knew it was wrong. The age difference was one very obvious problem, the fact he went out for beers every friday with the father too but neither of you could deny the tension between you two.

So it started from shy smiles and lingering looks during dinners, to innocent touches in the little of your back and flirty remarks that to an outsider were just two friends teasing each other (the outsider being your father).

It was just flirting. What harm could it be? you thought

It was all innocent and fun until… it wasn't. The hand from the little of your back moved down to your waist, sometimes even turned into a soft squeeze. Nothing uncomfortable, yet nothing that was enough. You soon found yourself looking over your next illicit affair, dressing up in every dress and colour you knew complimented you, your heart ready to explode as you did so. You soon wanted more.

The problem was that you got it. Everything you asked for.

"Oh here he is" You quickly looked at the entrance of the restaurant and there he was. You couldn't help the little smile on your face. It had only been two days since you last saw him but you had already missed him. Always looking great and handsome and then she came in, took his hand and together approached your table.

"Happy birthday you old man!" Stephen hugged him "Sorry for being late. This is Dr Cristine Palmer"

"It's great to meet you,sir. Stephen has told me so much about you. I've read a lot of your work too. Big fan"

You knew she would come too. Your father said she was Stephen's date, Stephen said she was just a colleague. He needed a date for your father's birthday and "Christine is a very good friend that was available for the night. Nothing more" he had said and had kissed your forehead and you believed him.

"So Dr. Palmer, are you working a long time with Stephen?"

You could still feel his hand around you from your last get away weekend. His kisses down your neck, the hot sun in your face as you sat near the lake, the song you danced to in the kitchen could still be heard in the back of your head and if you focused hard enough you could still feel the overwhelming feeling you swore was love.

And despite that, she was sitting opposite of you. Bright like a rey of sunlight, successful, pretty, your father must already love her but most importantly so did Stephen. No matter how many times he denied it to you you couldn't shake off the feeling.

And there he was, sitting beside her, not ashamed or hiding his face. It made you wonder if that would ever be the case with you? If he would ever be as proud and happy to have you by his side,in restaurants and during walks, in family dinners and even in those dull charity events. Introduce you as something more than his friend’s daughter, as something more than a kid he had to drag along.

But then again perhaps things were better the way they were. A close and private relationship is always best even if they meant your friends and family don't even knowing, right?

Some boring conversations and introductions later the food had come and you sat quietly in your seat having lost all your appetite. No one had asked you a question in 45 minutes.

"So what are you studying?"

You looked at Christine quite confused as the whole table went silent waiting for your answer not having heard your voice for long time. You bit the inside of your cheek as Stephen took a sip of his drink and wrapped his hand around her shoulder looking at you too to speak.

As if he didnt know

And then he gave you a small smile

"I'm studying for a PhD in English Literature"

"Oh that's interesting"

"I had hundrwny different children become doctors but i couldn't get mine to do it’’ your father said with a bitter laugh yet loud enough for the whole table to hear his disappointment and you sighed.

"Technically you'll become a doctor too. Just the different kind one" Stephen smiled and Christine nodded sensing the tension.

She looked so pretty and relaxed it made you wonder if she knew what Stephen was doing last weekend, or perhaps for the past six months.

Actually he had developed quite a routine with you that sometimes had you asking yourself how no one had noticed your affair. Calling him every morning before your morning classes, sometimes even having lunch together, meeting you every friday night for your usual secret rendezvous on the other side of the city. You slept at his place, you ate at his place… it was only a couple weeks ago he was looking around apartments with you in New York, searching for somewhere nearby his place. It was only last weekend you ditched your friends for a little taste of him, a getaway weekend he planned just for the thrill of it. You had turned 25 in his arms for god’s sake.

.

"Well that was fun" Christine said to Stephen as you walked out of the restaurant.

Soon the dinner was over and while you tried hard not to overthink how comfortable another woman was with your boyfriend you were in a terrible mood.

"Yes it was" you looked over them and you almost wanted to throw up. You looked as she placed her hand on his shoulder, you looked as she kissed his cheek.

"Are you gonna head home, would you want me to call you a cab?" Your mother asked

"It's alright, I can walk her home" Stephen said and you looked up to him puzzled. "A friend of Christine is gonna pick her up so.."

"Thanks Stephen. Well goodnight" your father said and you started walking to your place.

"Your father was kinda harsh on you today" he finally spoke

"Isn't he always?" You murmured under your breath, your eyes pinned on each of your steps not daring to meet up with his eyes.

"Someone's moody"he said playfully trying to lighten up the mood.

You snapped yourself out of your thoughts and turned to look at him for the first time.

Noticing the sadness on your face he halted, wrapping his hand around your waist to turn you around before quickly realising what he did and let you go. Biting your tongue to hold back the tears you looked at him, the look of betrayal and sadness all over your face.

"What's wrong baby?"

Your stomach felt like a knot, tying your insides so tightly you wanted to cry. You knew you probably just played around and it wasn't anything serious for you to be jealous but honestly you didn't know why it hurted so much watching him with another woman. You just couldn't take it.

"You can tell me" He talked sweetly and the concern in his voice almost made you smile. Sure he kissed her but it was you he walked home, your place he spent the nights to, it was you he cared about. And perhaps it didn't have to be official to make it real, perhaps being a secret made it even more special. Right?

Smiling you stepped closer, shortening the distance between you, before pulling him from the collar and kissed him deeply.,

In the end it didn't matter how many women he took out to dinners if he came back to you at night. He was yours.

"Y/N" he laughed uneasily, taking a step back, breaking the kiss.

"What?"You smiled, still a bit fuzzy from the kiss. He looked at you trying to find the right words before finally saying

"I think it might rain. We should walk a little bit faster," he said and started walking as if nothing had happened. Confused, you looked as he walked away, not understanding what had just happened.

"Y/N?" He called your name, noticing you had stood behind.

"I just kissed you and you talk about rain?" You said and he just stared at you waiting for you to quit it and start walking with him.

Instead you stood at your place stubbornly not moving an inch till he answered you. Taking a deep breath he took a few steps closer to you.

"Not in the street, there are people watching" he whispered as if he was talking about something bad.

"Well people we don't know"you said, firmly staying at your place, puzzled by his unusual behaviour.

Biting his inner lip, as he always did when stressed, he looked around quietly, not daring to look at you.

"say something"

"Come on dont do this"

"Do what? You are the one who doesn't want to kiss me"

"What do you want me to say?" He said angrily "I don't want people to see me making out with a kid Y/N. I have a career"

"A kid?"you laughed, looking at him with wide eyes, not believing what you had just heard. "A kid?" You repeated shocked "Was that what I am for you?" You asked, a sudden feeling of anger and betrayal creeping over you.

"Come on dont act like this. Let's go home" he sighed trying hard to avoid picking up a fight with you.

"No!" You exclaimed, taking a step back.

No you weren't going anywhere. How could he say such a thing? After you've been through together you were everything but a kid. "Why don't you want to kiss me? You kissed her"

"Christine is different" he said and then instantly regretted his words.

"Yes she is. Because she's supposed to be a friend whereas I-"

"You what?" He snapped, slowly getting tired of your act "What are you?" You stared at him in shock, your eyes welling up.

"Fuck" he muttered running his hand through his hair. He took a deep breath before sweetly taking your face into his hands.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he apologised, kissing your head but you flinched away. "Of course I want to kiss you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry"

"How could you say that?" You asked with a bitter laugh.

"I'm sorry" he said again but it wasn't enough. You hated how that made you feel. You weren't crazy, he didn't want to kiss you and you had to know why.

"I'm not a kid Stephen" you said now more serious, taking a step back to look at him.

"I know"

"Then why wont you kiss me?"

"Fuck Y/N why you have to do this!" He exclaimed and but you just stared at him.

"You kissed her" you murmured

"Don't get me wrong you're sweet and beautiful but none of this was serious and you know it" he said, his voice now low and gentle as if he was trying to explain something to a child. And perhaps he was, because you stared at him wide eyed trying to grasp each of his words, yet everything he said sounded so foreign in your ears.

"No I don't. We never talked about it, for me to know"

"We didn't talk about it because there wasn't anything to talk about." He explained, still not understanding why you were acting like that, his ignorance making you even more angry. "We both know it was -"

"What?! A one time thing?" You cut him off, defensively crossing your arms over your chest "Well don't get me wrong but it was more than one time Stephen"

You couldn't believe he thought of you as a child.

"This was never serious and you know it. Actually it's not just not serious it's wrong too" he finally said and you could swear your heart skipped a beat.

You took a couple steps back, looking anywhere but him, trying to hold back your tears.

"Perhaps if you were older" he said trying to soothe you but you just stayed silent.

"Do you like her?" You broke the silence and even in a city as alive as New York your words couldn't be more loud.

You didn't want him to answer that, too afraid of the answer. Yet you knew, somewhat hoped he would say just the thing you didn't want to hear.

"Y/N" his inability to look you in the eyes was enough of an answer.

"Do you like her, Stephen? Is that why you say this?"

"What no! Stop looking outside for the problem-"

"Oh you can say it. Say I'm the problem but don't deny that you love her"

"Love her?! Are you listening to yourself? We've just fucked a couple time, thats it" he said defensevily

"No Stephen no it's not just fucking. It's messages in the middle of the night, calls, parties, she is involved in every aspect of your life. And the worst thing isn't that you allow it, it's that you like it" you said now starting to get angry

"She's my friend and coworker"

"She's everywhere. Everywhere in your life and I'm nowhere"

"This is exactly why this can't work. You're so immature and needy"

"Why am I wrong? Where am I in your life? Who knows about me except for you? What the hell" you exclaimed looking at the other side.

"What the hell" you repeated now talking more to yourself.

You couldn't believe it after everything you've been through, everything you've done for him, all the lying to everyone you knew, the secrets you kept for him. How he let you all those months love and care for him, when he made you feel so special and sacred. What a fool you were.

"This is embarrassing" he said and you turned around and glared at him.

"You're so cruel Stephen. So cruel" you spat "I don't want to see you ever again"

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Once Upon A(nother) Dream | Sinister Strange

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

Word count: 4.4K

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

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Once Upon A Dream

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

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

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

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

It was the least he could do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The thought made your pussy ache.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you alright?”

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

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

“Oh…” you frowned. 

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

“What are you–”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you want to do?”

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

“Clearly you want me to keep it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Whatever makes you happy,” he said softly.

“But is that going to make you happy?”

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

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

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

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

“Stay here.”

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

You sat there waiting. And waited. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Protecting us,” he said simply.

“By killing?”

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

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

“It’s wrong, Stephen.”

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

“Am I fated to die then?”

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

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

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

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

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

Epilogue:

Earth-616

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

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

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

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

Stephen rolled his eyes. “Beat me. ”

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

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

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

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

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

“Y’know. I’ll get back to you on that one.”

A/N: I really didn’t plan to make this a two-parters because I’ve never thought about how this should end. I like to leave the ending to your interpretation, so maybe this won’t satisfy you, and maybe this will. How I see it, it’s kind of their own happy ending in a way, even if it’s a sad one.

Reblog and comment are greatly encouraged 💛Let me know how you feel! I love talking to y’all about it 💛 a special shout out to @crazycookiecrumbles for letting me run my crazy ideas with you. You guys don’t know how many times I messaged her freaking out about this fic 🤣 I appreciate you so much! If you haven’t yet, you should check out her works!

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[lonelinessinthemirrordimension]

Sinister’s Y/N: So like. He’s hung up on Christine?

Y/N: A bit, yeah.

Sinister’s Y/N: Okay…here’s what you’re gonna do

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Dr. Strange: How was it talking to your counterpart?

Y/N: I know more ways to kill a person

Dr. Strange: …You…please don’t kill anybody

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[couldntbedamned]

A Sweet Escape (To Better Days)

Pairing: Stephen Strange/Reader, Strange Supreme/Reader, Defender Strange/Reader, Supreme Strange/Reader, Sinister Strange/Reader

Summary: While it at first it weighed heavily on her, the knowledge that five of the most powerful beings in the multiverse were with her instead of protecting all of reality, she couldn’t deny the thrill that also came with that. The universe truly revolved around her. Her loves revolved around her and everything she was, she had, she did was for them in return.

Warnings: Kidnapping, Obsession, Sexual Content, Spanking, Blatant disregard for responsibilities to multiple realities

Note: This isn’t really a prequel to There's Only Butterflies (Take Me Away), so much as it’s a companion piece, I suppose. In my mind they simply go together.

Stephen was her first.

It wasn’t as if she’d been waiting for Mr. Right, marriage, or anything so sentimental. There had been plenty of opportunities, but sex just hadn’t seemed important. She had her vibrators and her imagination. Men, from what she’d experienced, were simply more trouble than they were worth.

Until Stephen.

Stephen had flown - literally - into her life and everything she’d known had turned upside down.

She’d been captivated by him. He was intelligent, charming, handsome, and just a little bit mean. Which would be a red flag to anyone else but just set tingles afire deep in her belly.

Why he’d settled on her of all people, she didn’t know, but after the first time he’d taken her, moved in her, filled her, she’d decided it didn’t matter.

Sex with Stephen was better than any orgasm she’d wrung from herself with her vibrators. He was unrelenting, demanding her pleasure several times over before he’d take his own. Passing out from sheer pleasure? Yeah, apparently not something that only happened in books.

She lived with him in the Sanctum, days and nights filled with time spent together reading, talking, fucking. He could be fairly useless with words - especially the three words most people held above all. There was something in his eyes that told her he wanted to say the words but couldn’t stop from saying the wrong thing or just saying nothing at all. It never mattered to her; his actions said more than simple words ever could. Why insist on silly little words when he bared his soul to her in every way that truly mattered?

He had to dash off to save the world, obviously, but he always came back to her. They’d inevitably end up fucking for hours, as if to reaffirm that he was still alive.

Strange found them, fittingly, she thought, on a chilly and storming Halloween evening.

At first, she thought the ritualistic sex had gone terribly wrong. (Or wonderfully right. What? She was horny and, thanks to the magic, unable to get off until Stephen finished his part of the ritual by finishing inside her.)

“The Runes of Rapitu,” Strange had said, circling around them. He didn’t look well, this version of Stephen. His face was leaner, the circles under his eyes purple and pronounced. Even his Cloak appeared almost feral. “A little on the nose for Samhain, isn’t it?”

Unashamed of his naked form, Stephen stood, conjuring his shields. “This isn’t your universe.”

“I have no universe,” Strange replied. His eyes raked over her nude body as it glistened in the candlelight. “I see you have one, though.”

He studied the runes intently, each flaring to greater life under his gaze, the glow red rather than orange. “What is it you’re hoping to bind?”

Shakily, she fingered the torq around her neck. “A new relic.”

“Allow me to assist you,” Strange said suggested. He caught her gaze and oh how she found herself wanting him! “Or I can simply absorb your magic for my own and continue on my miserable existence. It’s your choice,” he said to her. “But the loss of you would be a tragedy.”

Her? Her and not Stephen, the Sorcerer Supreme?

“You’ve already lost her, haven’t you?” Stephen asked, lowering his shields.

“Yes, and it led to losing everything,” Strange answered, never taking his eyes off of her. “Do not take her for granted, we - your reality - cannot withstand her loss.”

At her nod, Stephen parted the runes and Strange stepped into the circle, divesting himself of his robes as he did so. His Cloak went to join their Cloak off to the side.

Between the two of them, there wasn’t a coherent thought in her head until the ritual was complete. All she’d known was the feel of hands on her, two scarred and shaking and the others elegant and sure along with their cocks taking her, worshiping with her as they imbued magic and protection and strength into the torc and paid their homage to Rapitu. She was little more than a blissed-out, satiated mess, dripping of them both and the newly charmed relic buzzing and warm around her neck when all was said and done. Stephen and Strange surrounded her and took their time bringing her back to herself as she was washed and dried and protected. She woke between them and after kissing Stephen, turned to Strange.

“Stay.”

Months of bliss followed Strange’s arrival into her and Stephen’s world.

Strange touched her whenever the opportunity presented itself - a hand on her shoulder, the small of her back, no touch was ever too small. He kissed her as if doing so could wipe clean the fact that he’d destroyed. an. entire. universe. in the name of some version of her she’d never known.

Stephen, already the most jealous man she’d ever known, had assured her he wasn’t envious of Strange. “He’s me,” Stephen said, watching as Strange devoured her pussy like a man starved of water, drawing out quaking release after quaking release until she couldn’t lift her head in her exhaustion. “How could I possibly be jealous of myself?”

The two of them took turns whenever there was a threat to reality or a day that needed saving. They were skilled enough to hide the differences in front of the outside world… but not to her. She could always tell them apart.

The arrival of another variant, her Defender, came on a bright and sunny day. She was running from an alien invader on a rare trip out of the Sanctum when he appeared like a righteous angel, harnessing the brightness of the sun and saving her life. Who needed the sun when she had her very own Sol ready to slay any demons that might haunt her?

Strange and Stephen were unsure, but her Sol’s devotion to her could not be questioned.

“I was fighting a giant eyeball,” he told them over drinks. “I killed it but there was an interdimensional portal that sucked me through. I don’t know how to get back.” He looked at her, expression soft. “And I don’t know if I even want to.” He’d lost her too, she realized.

“You saved my life,” she said. “As far as I’m concerned, you can stay for as long as you want.”

He couldn’t swap places with the others out in the world since she put her foot down on his hair.

“You’ll break my heart if you cut it,” she pouted playfully. “I like to run my fingers through it.”

He smirked at Stephen and Strange. “I like when you pull it, too.”

He stayed inside the Sanctum with her, keeping her busy whenever Stephen or Strange was away protecting the reality. He was rigid and unyielding in many ways, absolute in his belief that it was his duty to keep her safe and cared for. If he told her to do something, he expected it to be done. And the thing was, his orders were never unreasonable, not really.

The first time he hauled her over his lap, vanished her shorts, and spanked her ass to a cherry red after she’d disobeyed him was… well, it was an experience. And then he’d comforted her, asked how he could help her do the right thing going forward. She hadn’t been angry with him, instead, she’d felt… cherished.

“I will always protect you,” he promised with a tender kiss to her lips that had her near tears all over again. “Even if it’s from yourself.” Then he made love to her, showed her just how good things could be if she stayed good for him, trusted him to take care of her.

At first, she ignored the cracks in the world that started appearing. If her lovers weren’t worried, why should she be?

They were actually more worried than they ever let her know.

Travelers started to appear, those who didn’t belong with voices insistent about the threat of annihilation, of how sacred timelines were diverging and converging. Her lovers were having visions of universes disintegrating into nothing but blackest chaos even as reality tried to re-forge itself again and again. She herself began to dream of losing everything until she was alone in nothingness, far away from her loves.

They were not meant to live in the same reality; she knew that to be true. But surely, they could stand against the inevitability of the multiverse ensuring its own survival at all costs?

Then parts of the population started to vanish, parts of people themselves started to glitch - there was no other word to describe the horror that was looking at someone only to see them turn slightly and be missing an eye or a mouth, replaced only by a void or whatever passed for normal in another reality.

The universe was about to end, and she knew it was because of her, because they’d never leave her.

She planned to run, to leave them because who was she against the fate of the multiverse?

She never got the chance to run. They’d planned, too.

“We’re so sorry, Cielo,” Defender whispered as he bound her in magic so Stephen and Strange could bind her further, sigils appearing on her skin and the world fading around her. “When you wake up, everything will be as it should be, always.”

“Sleep, my love,” Stephen implored. “Sleep and dream of us.”

“We’ll be here with you the whole time; we’ll never leave you.”

The universe she was born into was created over the course of billions, perhaps trillions of years.

It only took her lovers a little over three to create her new one.

She awoke to a world unlike any she’d ever seen or even imagined.

“It’s yours,” Stephen told her. “Everything here is for you.”

“We hope you like it.”

The voice was Stephen’s but new, the cadence unique.

“You’re another Stephen,” she whispered, stunned. He was so similar and so unique among them. She had never seen him clean-shaven, nor a blue Cloak. “How?”

“We’re all Stephen, my Dear,” yet another Stephen said. “That’s how the multiverse works.” His hair was wilder, his goatee grown into a pointed beard. He looked sinister, in a way, though he was undoubtedly, like he said, a Stephen.

“You found a way to stop the incursions?” She asked, looking to her first three. “How? I thought more than one variant couldn’t co-exist in a given reality. The universes have rules!”

Her selfishness had nearly broken her universe, after all.

���That is true,” Strange said. “So, we created a universe where we could make our own rules.”

Something sick settled in her belly. A new universe?

“What about ours?” she asked Stephen. “Are they… what have you done?”

“We’ve repaired the damage we were creating as best we could,” Clean-shaven said. “Some damage was too great in one or two realities, but they’ll have several billion years before they’ll even start to fade.”

“The others are safe now,” Sinister said. “As long as we remain here, they’ll remain safe.”

“And what is here, exactly?”

“A pocket universe,” Defender says. “We exist outside of the multiversal branches and therefore we cannot damage them.”

“And who exactly constitutes ‘we’?” she asked.

“You, and us,” Strange answered, motioning between the five of them. “Just the six of us, together forever.”

She turned and ran, ignoring their calls after her. She pushed open the doors and flung herself out into this new world they’d created, terrified because who did that?

They hadn’t even chased her down, simply let her exhaust herself in this new, remarkably stunning universe they’d created. She’d run through a forest of pure white trees with purple foliage and azure grass and then a field of orange clover that never seemed to end only to find herself at what looked like a safe little cottage. The inside, however, was right where she’d started.

“There’s no running,” the clean-shaven one said when Sinister blocked her exit and Defender embraced her from behind. “Every path will bring you back to us.”

“Don’t lead me to punish you, Cielo. This is our home and you’re safe here.”

“I want to go home,” she insisted. It was part-truth, mostly-lie because how could she ever leave them - even the newest two - but how could she let them abandon their roles?

“You are home,” Strange said. “Your home is here now, with us.”

“This is the only way,” Stephen told her, stepping close and caressing her cheek. “Dearest Love this is the only way.”

She nodded, cautiously.

She ran a few times after that.

It never mattered. They either caught her, or she ended up back where she started. Either way she found herself over Defender’s lap, sobbing as he punished her for running. Then she’d cry in other ways as they demonstrated just how she was theirs.

Supreme, as she thought of the clean-shaven one, was as controlling as her Sol is protective. If no one else was around, he would pick out her clothing, her food, anything. He had to be around her all the time, much like Strange but there was a desperation to it that Strange has never had.

“Isn’t this universe supposed to be about me?” She once asked after his suggestion they visit the beach rather than her offered trip into one of the many cities that existed just for her.

“Do you dislike what we do?” He asked her in response. “Have I displeased you?”

The thing was, he hadn’t. He never did. The clothes he chose for her were inevitably perfect, the food the best she’d ever tasted. Even the books he suggested for her were fantastic reads and as she lay with him massaging (unneeded) sunscreen into her back, she could admit that he was perfect for her.

She was always sure to tell him whenever they were in bed, where he again devoted himself to her pleasure, bringing tidal waves of bliss to crash over her again and again. “You’re so perfect for me.” His eyes would close then, peace stealing across his face at her words, as though they were a benediction.

If ever there was a lost soul in her universe it was her Sinister. The man had spent years searching for any kind of a happy ending, any scenario where he wasn’t miserable and alone and he looked at her as though she were his salvation. When he wasn’t overwhelming her, that was.

“I’ve searched for you,” he told her one afternoon when her other Stephens were away re-enforcing the protective barriers of their pocket universe. “It wasn’t just happiness I searched for, my Love. It was for happiness with you.”

“I suppose you’ve found me,” she said. He was broken and she didn’t know if she could ever fix him. He, like Supreme and Strange, had destroyed entire universes.

“I have,” he said, stepping closer, hands linked behind his back. It was his default position, she’d learned. “I have and I will never let anything take you away.”

“It’s not like I can ever escape.”

He barked out a harsh laugh but stilled her flinch with a blackened finger under her chin. “We’re your prisoners every bit as much as you’re ours.” He always told her the truth, in his own way.

He leaned in, claimed her lips with his, the scratch of his wild goatee rough against her skin.

He terrified her in a multitude of ways, but he kissed her in the very best of ways. Sex always left her bruised and marked and exhausted but she’d never deny she loved it. His touch was strong, this side of too hard, too much, too wild but every time she found herself pushing back in kind, even seeking out the abandon he offered. 

Time was both too short and infinite for her and her beloveds. Her Stephen, her Strange. Her Sinister, her Supreme, and of course, her dearest Defender.

While it at first it weighed heavily on her, the knowledge that five of the most powerful beings in the multiverse were with her instead of protecting all of reality she couldn’t deny the thrill that also came with that. The universe truly revolved around her. Her loves revolved around her and everything she was, she had, she did was for them in return.

They created a universe, rewrote the very rules of all of existence, simply for her. All so they could be with her, forever.

Yes, there were more versions of them, and those sorry souls (to use the phrasing both Sinister and Strange use) were no doubt protecting their respective realities. Her own monitored the multiverse whenever the mood struck them. They watched from their pocket universe, unseen but one occasionally dipping out to offer the briefest yet most crucial of assists before returning and then seeking her out.

“You are our most important reality,” her Defender, her Sol told her.

“But at the cost of trillions?” She once asked helplessly.

Could she be so selfish?

“We can’t go back into our realities without risking even greater casualties,” Stephen said as he helped remove her tunic. “Here, in our home, we are safe.”

“And because we are, so are countless other realities,” Supreme added, kissing down her neck.

“By keeping us here with you,” Sinister whispered against her ear, hand gliding down her front to dip into the waistband of the flowy pants she wore. “You are ensuring the continued survival of the multiverse.”

It was hard to argue with that. And hard to think when Strange was kissing her, coaxing her lips open so he could lick inside. And fuck her Defender was kissing up her bare back.

“Is it so terrible?” Strange pulled back to ask. “A life with the men who worship you, knowing that this life is keeping trillions upon trillions of lives safe?”

Sinister’s fingers busied themselves stroking through her wet folds, dipping in, and teasing.

“Oh, I suppose it’s just my burden to bear.”

They’re five men with the power of gods and yet she is the one who is worshipped.

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