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iamsherlocked1479 · 5 months

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Happpy New Year

Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: explicit content 18+, slut shame, chocking

Description: Stephen doesn't like that you recived a compliment, he doesn't like that somebody would even consoder they had a chance with you.

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Most people are drunk right now, you’re not denying that you were, of course nobody leaves a Stark party completely sober. All beat it, most of the guests haven’t left yet, they were currently counting down to midnight last you heard the ball will drop in 10 minutes, but you couldn’t care right now. You’re currently pressed up against the padded wall of what looks like a gym, technically you hadn’t left Stark Tower yet, with your legs neatly parted over Stephen's shoulders as his tongue glided through your slick folds.

“Oh fuck steph- we’re gonna miss the countown, we have to- shit.” Your eyes squinted shut and your hand tightened in his hair as he drew you closer to an orgasm. Your statement was thoroughly met with a grunt and a quick “I don’t care sweetheart” as his tongue continued to lap its way around your clit.

This had all started because Thor complimented your dress, he meant no harm of course only stating that you should belong with the Asgardian gods. But like always Stephen was jealous, he hated that a man would even consider himself worthy of being able to see you the way he did, a goddess in your own right. So after that one incident, at exactly 11:49pm Stephen had enough of the looks you were getting, even though you only had eyes for him, and proceeded to pull you into the nearest empty room and show exactly how only he could make you feel.

“Shhh, sweetheart, don’t want anyone hearing those sweet sounds you make for me.” He said, snaking his hand up your body to cover your mouth as you came. He lifted your legs off his shoulder and pinned you between him and the wall. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he kissed you, your hands continued to work on the buttons of his shirt as they had done earlier before he dropped to his knees for you. “Ah, ah sweetheart” he grabbed your wrists and moved your hand to his tight trousers where you palmed him through his clothes, “we gotta do this fast, i want all the others to see me kiss you at midnight.” He purred as he spun you around, tracing his cock between your folds before pushing you against the wall with a deep thrust.

You didn’t like jealous stephen, but you loved the way he fucked, he was normally so gentle and kind making sure to touch and kiss you everyway possible before slowly drawing out orgasm after orgasm. But jealous Stephen, he fucked hard, he wasnt one for yelling or arguing, so he would take out his frustrations by pounding into you, he wanted to prove how fast he could make you cum how only he could make you feel that good.

“You’re mine you know that right?” He purred as he sucked and nibbled at the pulse point on your neck leaving a purple mark for all to see. His cock had the perfect curve making it rub right against your g-spot in this position.

“Steph- please, i know im yours, fuck” you cried as his hand snaked around your neck bringing your head to his. He squeezed slightly, not enough to make it hard for you to breathe, but enough for your hand to clamp onto his wrist and walls to clench around his cock.

“Did you like the way Thor looked at you?” He moved his free hand to pull your dress down just enough to expose your tits to the world. “Did you want him looking at these?” He groaned with his cock twitching inside you. He grabbed on one of your tits, roughly massaging it in his hand and pinching on the nipple. “You know you’re so beautiful, I know you know every man smart enough wants you, admit it you like the attention.” He hissed, kissing your neck and thrusting even harder causing a pile of weights to tumble to the floor. “Tell me sweetheart, do you enjoy the attention?”

“Ye- shit, yes stephen. Fuck.” You moaned, your legs shaking at the overstimulation. He spun you around so that you could see yourselves in the mirrored walls, one hand gripped your chin and pointed you towards the mirror, while the other clung around your abdomen holding you in place as he kept himself inside you.

“Look at you.” He hummed in satisfaction, you looked at what you saw, your dress creased, tits popping out over the top of your dress, mascara running down your face, legs shaking, “look at us” you looked at him through the reflection, eyes darkened, hair stuck with sweat to his forehead, shirt falling down his shoulders and his trousers down only just enough to get his cock out. It was a sight to see, yet a sight you and stephen both loved to see, he loved showing you what he can do to you, and you loved that stupid dumb sarcastic smile of his.

His arm that wrapped around your waist slid down to your clit as he continued pushing inside you, his fingers played with your clit using his precum that dripped from you as a lubricant, adding to the pleasure. You squeezed your eyes shut as you could feel that knot tightening, threatening to break as your insides fluttered. Stephen moaned at the sensation of your walls clenching around him.

“Open your eyes” he demanded “I want you to watch as I make you cum, i want you to realise you’re a slut, but you’re my slut.” He grunted as he felt himself drawing closer to his release, his fingers now frantically swiped up and down your clit and with his cock still hitting your g-spot, the sensation became unbearable and the knot snapped, this felt different your felt yourself dripping onto him and creating a small puddle on the hard gym floor. Your knees buckled and you melted to the floor where Stephen set you on all fours, still making sure you can see yourself in the mirror. He kept himself inside you as you slumped, trying to catch your breath

“You see that, that's how good I can make you feel. Tell me what you are.” he said, giving you a single hard thrust causing the sound of skin on skin to echo through the dark room.

“Yours.” you said through breathless moans, this landed a firm yet satisfying slap on you ass as he sped up his motions.

“My what?” he said “speak up” he said moaning, following his own ecstasy

“Your slut.” you cried out, holding yourself up as you could see in the mirror that he was completely lost in the chase for his own orgasm, so you angled yourself that you were pushing yourself onto him every time he entered you. “I’m your slut stephen, yours and yours alone, my pussy is made for you.” your words only encouraged him as he moaned with the satisfaction that the lesson he had been trying to teach you had finally sunk in.

“That's right sweetheart, your mine” His trembling hands practically vibrated as he gripped the fat of your hips turning his knuckles white. You looked in the mirror, the smell of sex filling your nostrils, you looked at the sight behind you, his biceps straining through the sleeves of that white dress shirt you loved so much, his muscular chest shining with sweat. That was the man you fell in love with, every inch of him, even his salt and pepper temples he hated so much, you loved him.

“Say it again sweetheart.” he begged, he was so close.

“I’m your slut Stephen. I want you to fill me up, make your slut drip with your cum Stephen.” you called out with a victorious smile as he came, strengthening his grip on your waist. His body caved on top of yours as he littered your shoulder with kisses.

“Did you fuck out that atitude?” you asked with a giggle

“I don’t have an attitude.” he stated, sitting back on his knees and watching his seed drip from you. “I just like to make my opinion clear.” he smiled when you jolted as he pushed his cum back into your sensitive hole.

“I think you did.” you got up and put your underwear back on, which had been left at the door, the face he pulled when he realised you were just going to keep his seed inside you almost wanted to make you do it all again, but you did have a deadline to meet. You watched as he buttoned up his shirt and tucked himself back in place. “You know I love you and only you right?”

“Of Course i do.” he walked over and kissed your forehead “i just wished other people understood that.” he clicked his fingers and your makeup and hair neatened themselves up like nothing had happened and linked his arm into yours.

“It was just a compliment Stephen, Thor didn’t mean anything by it.” you laughed to yourself as the hum of the party grew near

“You don’t know that for sure.” Stephen joked back as he grabbed two glasses of champagne and handed one to you.

“I know you’re jealous.” you looked at him and he rolled his eyes

“So what if I was?” he smiled ��Sometimes i think you prefer it.”

“So what if I did?” your brow quirked, he opened his mouth to say something when you were interrupted by the rest of the guests beginning to count down and stephen lead you to the balcony where the others where

“3… 2… 1… Happy new year!” Stephen pulled you towards him and locked his lips with yours with a passionate kiss, you had to grip your glass so that you didn’t drop it on impact, he pulled you closer to him, allowing you to rest on his chest before finally parting.

“Happy new year sweetheart.” he smiled and gave you another peck

“Happy new year.” you smiled back

“Now correct me if i’m wrong but we need to go home, i haven’t seen you naked since last year.” he pulled your wrist

“That joke wasn’t funny last year and it still isn’t” you gave him a pity laugh

“Then why are you following me?”

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A/N: I have to say i might have gotten a little carried away with some of the language there, but im not appologising, this was based of a dream i had a few weeks back and i thought i'd turn it into a lil end of year gift for you all because in january i will have bneen posting for two years which is crazy to me because this year we have grown from around 50 followrrs to 250! which is even more crazy so, hope to get back into the swing of things next and hope you all have a great new year love ypu all sm! <3

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geeky-politics-46 · 9 months

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Show Me/Her Prize

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh shit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Show me, Stephen. I wanna see."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Go on, baby. Pick them up."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Other Side

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stephen?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’ve come back to me.”

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

“What happened to her?”

To you. Did he…?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ve missed you…” he whispers.

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

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

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

Because he is Stephen.

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

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strrvnge · 2 years

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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"

#sinister strange #dr stephen strange #dr strange x reader #stephen strange x reader #dr strange x reader smut #dr strange x you #dr strange x fem!reader #sinister strange x reader #stephen strange x you #stephen strange x original character #benedict cumberbatch

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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

➥ Defender Strange

✦ Wardrobe Mix Up by @lykaonimagines

✦ Give Me The Reason by lykaonimagines

➥ Sinister Strange

✦ Notes & Letters by lykaonimagines

✦ Actions Speak Louder by @geeky-politics-46

➥ Supreme Strange

✦ My One Constant by lykaonimagines

✦ Something Interesting by lykaonimagines

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

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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wint3r-h3art · 2 years

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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

Divider by @firefly-graphics Banner by @maysdigitalarts

***DO NOT COPY, TRANSLATE, OR REPOST MY WORKS ANYWHERE ELSE !!

Once Upon A Dream

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

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

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

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

It was the least he could do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The thought made your pussy ache.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you alright?”

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

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

“Oh…” you frowned.

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

“What are you–”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you want to do?”

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

“Clearly you want me to keep it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Whatever makes you happy,” he said softly.

“But is that going to make you happy?”

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

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

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

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

“Stay here.”

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

You sat there waiting. And waited.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Protecting us,” he said simply.

“By killing?”

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

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

“It’s wrong, Stephen.”

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

“Am I fated to die then?”

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

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

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

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

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

Epilogue:

Earth-616

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

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

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

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

Stephen rolled his eyes. “Beat me. ”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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getlostsquidward · 2 years

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messed up kind of love

pairing: sinister strange x reader; doctor strange x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not even yours.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They're almost the same, after all.

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

“Penny for your thoughts?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, this…this feels right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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tags: @mirikusashes @evelyn-kingsley

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brunchable · 2 years

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Poisonous Touch || Sinister Strange x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck off.” You firmly snap at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Fair Play

+18 Smut

artwork by @petite-madame

Pairing: Defender!Strange x Fem!Reader (Established Relationship)

Synopsis: When Stephen comes home early from work he is pleasantly surprised.

Word Count: 2,3k

Warnings: Female and male masturbation, p in v.

A/N: As expected Defender smut was the big winner of my little poll so Defender smut will be. Hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do, there is something very comforting about writing and reading Defender Strange as you well know ;)

Stephen was surprised to have gotten all the work done at Kamar Taj much sooner than he expected. The training with the students had gone very well, without hindrance and all seals and protective shields had been inspected and everything was in perfect order and it was not yet past 3pm.

He said goodbye to the last students in the courtyard and went back inside to find Wong carrying a pile of books.

"Need help with that?"

Wong shook his head "No, I'm fine."

Stephen looked around "Everything seems fine today. Maybe I'm forgetting something."

Wong sighed sitting down at the desk "Go home Strange, get some rest."

He agreed by opening a portal to the Sanctum. At that hour the Sanctum should be completely empty. Y/N was at work and wouldn't arrive until 5pm.

He decided to take advantage of his free time to cook dinner for you, you guys had been eating frozen food for three days because both he and you were too busy with work and getting home very late. He took a look at the fridge checking that he had ingredients for the dish he wanted to prepare, your favorite, and then walked out of the kitchen, determined to take off those robes and take a shower. The day was particularly hot and he craved a cold shower.

He walked up the stairs slowly and turned down the hall to his room and then he heard a noise coming from there, the door a bit open. He smiles at your presence, happy to know that you also left work early. He was reaching for the door handle when he heard a moan.

He frowned and waited and you did it again, this time louder with the addition of his name whispered loud enough for him to hear. He touched the knob and pushed the door open just enough to see the bed and grinned in delight at the sight of you lying completely naked on your back on the bed masturbating. His cock immediately hardened and he resisted the urge to go in and finish the job. But he liked the idea of watching.

You rubbed your clit and moved your hips towards your hand, eyes closed, the other hand firmly gripping his pillow which you made a point of pulling it close to your nose inhaling deeply, smelling him and moaning this time louder.

He didn't even realize he'd brought his hand to his hip, but found himself rubbing his hard-on cock through his robes to get some relief.

He bit his lip watching as you took a finger inside you only to pull it out and bring it to your lips tasting your own slick. You sucked two of your fingers and penetrated your sweet wet cunt with them moving in and out slowly, your hips following the same rhythm, your moans getting louder. You moaned his name now with so much need, a hint of sweet desperation in your voice. You wanted him, you wanted it could be his fingers penetrating you, or rather his cock fucking you.

He bit his lower lip and unbuckled his belt, taking his trembling hand into his pants and rubbing through his boxers. He could feel the fabric already wet with precum, he was so ready for you, rock hard and twitching, but he wanted to prolong that moment, there was something extremely arousing about watching as you swooned over him.

He smiled delightedly watching as you groaned in frustration and rolled over in bed lying on your stomach, your hand firmly between your legs. He couldn't see your face now that were sunk into his pillow, but he could see your ass perfectly as you rubbed your hips against your hand getting as much friction as possible.

Your moans getting louder and louder. He took his hand inside the boxers releasing his cock and started to stroke it slowly first, then faster. Biting his lip to keep himself from making any noise. Stephen rarely masturbated unless for some reason he couldn't make love to you, otherwise he always preferred to wait for the perfect moment to have you in his arms, but the surprise of the moment made him give in to his instincts.

He spat on his hand, bringing the saliva to his cock caressing and spreading the saliva along the entire length and then passed to stroke faster, the wet noise giving it away, but you were so focused on your own pleasure that you didn't even notice.

You reached over to the bedside table and reached for the drawer where you kept your toys and grabbed one of your vibrators. He knew you were desperate now, you needed something bigger than just your fingers penetrating you, but your vibrators weren't as big as he was, he knew only he could stretch you the way you wanted, only he could provide you that mixture of pain and pleasure that you adored, but you didn't know he was just steps away from you and he wasn't willing to let you notice his presence, not yet, he was enjoying it more than he wanted to admit He could barely contain the moans now, the pleasure so strong and his cock throbbing in his hands to the point where he needed to slow down before he came, he wanted to climax in perfect sync with you.

He watched mesmerized as you turned on the vibrator and placed it inside you, moving it in and out with a delicious wet noise. Not satisfied, you rolled back on the bed and besides the vibrator you went back to using your fingers to rub your clit and he knew you were close now. You had your eyes closed, but he knew the face you made, the way your brow furrowed and the way your mouth went agape as your breathing became labored.

He increased the speed with which he stroked his cock, the moans escaping his lips and he no longer bothered to repress them, he needed his sweet release so bad as much as you needed yours.

He even blinked, eyes fixed on you the entire time watching you finally give in to orgasm, your legs shaking, a loud moan escaping your lips as he allowed himself to have his, biting his bottom lip hard so as not to make too much noise, his hot cum spilling all over the floor. He watched as a satisfied smile played in your lips. He sighed, shaking his head and moving his fingers, conjuring a tissue and quickly cleaning himself and buttoning his pants and belt. He went back to using magic to get rid of all traces of semen on the floor.

He watched you get up and at that point he knew he'd better come in and thanked you in his mind when he heard the shower run. He opened the door, finally entering the room that smelled of sex, your clothes scattered on the floor, your shoes kicked to different corners of the room giving him the impression that you undressed in a hurry and a certain impatience.

You didn't expect him to arrive early from work, in fact you were used to him always arriving when it was already dark, so you didn't mind leaving the vibrator on the bed, much less changing the wet sheets with your sweat and all your fluids.

He smiled to himself taking off his boots and robes, you didn't leave him much choice, you'd know he'd know you'd masturbated, he just hadn't made up his mind yet whether to tell you he enjoyed the show.

When he entered the bathroom you were on your back running your hands through your hair rinsing the shampoo. He took off the hair tie and joined you.

"Stephen..." You smiled shyly knowing full well you've been caught. "You arrived early today."

He smirked "You too" He pulled you to his lips letting the cold water finally run down his body wetting his hair and washing the heat from his hot body. He ran his hands over his face "There's a mess in our bed, did I miss something?"

Your face turned adorably red and you covered it up by taking the bottle of conditioner, scooping a little amount into your palm and running it down the length of your hair.

"I just... I had a really bad day at work and I just needed some relief, something to make me forget about everything."

He nodded gently pushing you against the wall "You needed me, is that right?"

You nodded confessing "I was so desperate that if I would have opened a portal and looked for you in Kamar Taj if I could, but I had to do it myself"

He grinned mischievously touching your face, his thumb pressing down on your bottom lip, "And you did a great job, I really enjoyed the show."

He kissed you passionately before you could respond, his tongue forcing your lips to part for him to deepen the kiss. You moaned, surrendering and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Why didn't you come in?" You responded by breaking the kiss and hiding your face in his neck. "I cant believe you stayed there watching me. I wanted you so badly"

He chuckled running his hand through your hair, enjoying the feel of the cold water on his body and feeling like he was far from sated.

"I was enjoying watching, it was fascinating to me and I even managed to come with you."

Your jaw dropped and you went out of words.

He kissed your lips, moving his hand down the side of your body, stopping at your ass, he squeezed it teasingly and continued down to your thigh lifting it to wrap it around his hip. You felt his hard cock rubbing against your core.

"Do you think I was wrong for watching my wife swoon over me in our bed?"

You shook your head, your arms tight around his neck.

"Do you think I was wrong for jerking off watching my wife masturbating?"

You could feel your body asking for him, his teasing having the effect he wanted on you. You bit your lower lip "No"

He smirked satisfied pulling you onto his lap, you wrapped your legs around his waist and he held you tight pinning you against the wall. He took his hand between you, directing his cock at your entrance and forcing it inside you all at once. You and he groaned together.

"Oh baby you have no idea the power you have over me" He thrusted against you a little bit rougher than you were used to, but you liked it. "You don't just make me hard, you drive me crazy."

You moaned loudly, your nails raking his back, your mouth agape totally surprised by the way he was fucking you. It wasn't like Stephen to take control like that, you could only imagine that watching you masturbate had that effect on him and you were enjoying it. "Oh my god Stephen, fuck me, fuck me harder. Show me your mine, fuck me like only you can."

He increased his speed, your hands tangling in his wet hair and pulling hard. He groaned loudly in approval. You knew it wouldn't last, you could already feel the orgasm building deep in your belly.

He could also feel the tremor inside you, your walls tightening around him "Already baby? you are sure? I am not there yet"

You moaned, pulling his hair again and pulling him into a delicious wet kiss moaning on his lips. He broke the kiss for breath.

"Stephen I can't hold back, I want to come so badly. Let me come."

He forced himself in and out of you "Fuck baby, of course you can come. I'm all yours. Use me, come on my cock."

You started to bounce in his cock to increase your pleasure as he approved with a loud groan, your arms wrapped around his neck and you laid your head on his shoulder in a tight, passionate embrace allowing yourself to come. Your legs trembled and wobbled, sliding around his waist as he held you tighter so you wouldn't fall.

"You did so good, baby, but I really need mine too" He said taking you off his lap and making sure your feet were firmly on the ground.

You shook your head and kissed his lips and turned your back to him hunched your hips towards him.

He thrusted back into you hard and kept the pace fast, his breathing getting harder and ragged and you knew he was close. "Give it to me, Stephen. Fill me. I really want it baby, come inside me, please."

He held your waist with one hand, the other firmly on your shoulder and his moans got louder until you felt him pouring inside you.

"Fuck baby you make me come so hard."

He laid his head on your shoulder for a second as he came down from his high and finally withdrew from inside you giving your shoulder a little kiss. You felt his semen oozing out of you, the cold water washing it away.

He pulled you to face him and kissed you sweetly on the lips then on the cheek and finally placing a lingering kiss on your forehead. That was his favorite way of saying he loved you without saying the words. You loved it when he kissed your forehead like that, it was always so affectionate and special.

You finished showering together and got dressed. He went downstairs to prepare dinner and you stayed to tidy up the room and bed you had left such a mess.

You smiled to yourself imagining him standing at the door watching you while you masturbated, the idea despite making you blush was extremely exciting and you always wanted to see him jerking off but you never had the courage to ask. Maybe that was the moment, after all he couldn't say no. Maybe you would record a video of that. The idea made you smile from ear to ear.

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geeky-politics-46 · 3 months

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Am I getting the urge to write a last-minute Valentine's story for our OG Stephen? Yes. Yes I am.

Or should i do it for Sinister Strange?

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strangelockd · 9 months

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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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strangeobsessed · 2 years

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BRO WTF IM GOING INSANE WHAT?????

#stephen strange #doctor strange #multiverse of madness #sinister strange #supreme strange #benedict cumberbatch #doctor strange imagine #doctor strange x reader #doctor strange multiverse of madness #stephen strange x reader #dr strange x reader #doctor strange x you #dr strange #doctor strange 2

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strrvnge · 1 year

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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"

#dr strange x reader #stephen strange x reader #dr strange x you #sinister strange x reader #stephen strange x you #benedict cumberbatch #dr stephen strange

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just-a-strange-boy · 1 year

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Something lost, something found

In a world falling apart, you come across a sorcerer as broken and lonely as you - both of you aching to finally feel something again.

Pairing: Sinister Strange x Male Reader

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), mentions of suicidal thoughts, breath play / asphyxiation, choking, frottage, D/s dynamic, mentions of body dysphoria (reader undergoes magical transition), Sinister will forever be his own warning

A/N: time to go to horny jail

This world was hopeless.

It was cold and lonely.

Snow-like ash fell over the city, doing nothing to cover up the imminent destruction taking place by the second. Streets bled into wasteland, entire buildings erased as they were torn apart into nothingness, the laws of nature disrupted as chaos took its place instead.

Everything was chaos. The sky was crumbling, the ground cracking open, everything that had once been known as New York City was dissolving slowly but surely, until nothing remained.

It would all be gone eventually.

Hopeless, lonely, chaotic - it had been the only life you'd ever known. Even before coming into this universe, to a world falling apart just like you, it had been that way.

Moving back and forth between cities, changing schools times and times again, therapists and hospitals even more often, there had never been an ounce of stability in your life. After you parents had finally kicked you out and your friends being as absent as they had always been, you neither had a school degree nor financial safety nor the means to live a life worth living.

It had been nothing but cruel and painful to make a living on the streets, dragging yourself through months of merely existing, looking for a purpose. Considering you hadn't wanted to live at all anymore you didn't even know why you bothered, and after wishing you'd just never wake up again on that one fateful day, you hadn't expected that this was waiting for you after your awakening.

When you had found yourself here, in a world that was as broken and pitiful as you, a nightmarish place resembling New York City at the possible end of times, you couldn't help but feel taunted by it: A reminder for how wrong your existence had always been. A cold and vast place without any life.

At first you had wondered if you had actually died and just found yourself in what would be your personal hell – after all, the people from the church had always said that you would go to hell for being like you were, so maybe this was it. But while you weren't so sure about being alive (when had you ever truly lived the last few years?), you were most certainly conscious and quickly realized that existing here wouldn't be any different – just another extension to your useless life as it was.

The first day and night, you had gone without shelter or food or comfort. You had wandered the abandoned streets, dry soil, cracked streets, remains of human bones paving the ground under your feet, small trinkets and pieces that told you how there must have been life here once, useless reminders of the past.

There wasn't a way of telling where you were going, a heavy fog lasting over the city, the reality breaking apart in what seemed like a spectacle out the movies, an all consuming wormhole devouring everything.

Eventually, you hoped, it would get to devour you too.

In the cold and vastness of this place, you had kept on wandering, looking for a purpose, searching for life, until your feet grew tired. And when your feet had tired out, your throat sore, thirsty for the lack of drinkable water, your stomach yearning for something to eat, your body aching for rest and a bed and salvation, you had cowered to the ground behind a forlorn tree, curled up in the rags you called clothes, and hoped – like before – for death to finally come for you.

Who had come for you wasn't death.

This world was hopeless, cold and struck by chaos – but you weren't alone anymore.

When you had awoken the second time after wishing for nothing but death, you couldn't quite believe you found yourself laying in a bed – you hadn't been in an actual, comfortable bed like this for years, the soft mattress and thick woolen blanket a comfort almost forgotten, lulling you in.

The room was warm, though the world outside would no doubt still be as bitter and cold.

Candles illuminated the dark. You had found tea and water at your bedside, a plate adorned with biscuits and crackers. Apparently new clothing had been given to you as well, noticing that your rags had been replaced with something whole, warm and comfortable.

In the corner of the room stood he, the sorcerer who had taken you in.

Something sinister stuck to him, the way he had kept on standing there, knowing that he had been noticed, watching you quietly for a long while until he had eventually stepped into the candlelight and introduced himself.

Stephen Strange.

You had never met a man like him. There was no other man like him, you quickly figured out.

The only one remaining in this world, the only one still alive here, awaiting the end of his world with patience, gloom, desperation and grief.

The one who lived here in complete loneliness, darkness having taken hold of his heart and his mind, seeking out for a companion to make the rest of his days worthwhile, now that he had already lost everything.

Something lost. Something found.

You took to this world, the sorcerer and his magic like you were born for it.

Part of you developed the impression that you must have awoken in this world for a reason, that perhaps it was your destiny. That you had been meant to end up here. That a world as wrong and broken as you suited you better than any other.

That a man as wrong and broken as you would be your companion until the end of your days.

Stephen was capricious, his moods changing day to day, but he was insistent he would never let harm come your way.

There were days when he was somber, wallowing in his own self-pity, thinking, reflecting, standing by the window and watching the world outside falling apart, for hours and hours at a time.

Busying himself with studying spells and reading his old books, tending to the Sanctum as it was the only thing left to him, you often refrained from interrupting him, thinking your own presence here was nothing more than a nuisance to him.

Though quickly, he had begun caring for you. You figured you weren't such a nuisance at all – Stephen was tolerating, if not actively seeking out, your presence. He allowed you to sit with him while he read, allowed you to tend to the Sanctum, allowed you to request for whatever you needed, led calm conversation to slowly but eagerly earn your trust.

A man stricken by grief and loss, he soon began voicing his fear of losing what he had found, so clearly under the impression that if you had the chance to return to your old life, you would not waste a second thought and leave him too. Just like everyone had.

But you wouldn't. You had nowhere to go, no one to return to, nothing you lacked or missed. Not in this world, not in any world. Here you had Stephen. Your savior. Your protector. Your sorcerer.

A man willing to give you everything. Whatever you yearned, he tried to make happen.

So, he had helped you to completion. All it had taken was a spell. After seeing your own grief and pain, tormented by your own body and how wrong it was, that this simply wasn't meant to be yours, Stephen had researched to find a simple but effective solution. It hadn't even hurt.

Before you could even realize what was happening, magic had been surging through all of your body and it had changed. Your voice had deepened in the slightest, stubble coming in on your cheeks and jaw, your chest was flat and you found yourself truly completed, like any other boy or man.

But while Stephen had helped you and you wouldn't have it any other way, finally feeling at home in your body, it had only slightly whittled away at the chaos and emptiness within you.

It was still there, the hopelessness, the loneliness, the darkness, the incapacity to truly feel joy.

You were perfected, you were given everything you required on a whim, you had a safe place, someone who cared, and still found it hard to be truly happy.

But so did Stephen.

He hadn't felt happy for a long time either. How could he have, wandering this world alone for so long, nothing to keep him right, nothing to keep him sane? Sinister and vile, he called himself, unable to feel happiness and love and find simple enjoyment, never truly satisfied.

He had denounced himself capable of emotions, corrupted by the dark toll his sorcery took on him, and yet he couldn't hide that he did feel something.

Being gentle, never violent, around you, almost cautious, harvesting a curiosity for your person, taking an interest in your well-being, it was evident there was still a goodness within him that he couldn't deny.

You liked this side of him. You liked that you made him feel something.

No matter how much darkness the sorcerer had faced in his days, no matter how drained he was from using his magic, no matter how much the world around you two was still falling apart – when you were near him, it was suddenly so much easier to exist.

Stephen tended to you, a task he reveled in. He was a provider, a teacher, a companion.

And just like that, he was going to be your love too.

You first lay with each other during a thunderstorm raging outside.

Since the roof of the Sanctum was falling apart just like the rest of this world, the attic only protected from lasting weather damage by a magical shield, and cold wind was drafting through the upper levels, disrupted by rumbling thunder and cracking lightning, you both had gone to look for shelter in a room downstairs, the one he had deemed your personal living space after taking you in.

It was adjacent to the tea room and the kitchen, and currently candles flooded it with soft light and warmth.

It must have been late afternoon – time passed strangely here after all – when clouds had darkened the sky and the storm began raging. You had decided to wait out the weather together as lightning ruptured through the sky, thunder rolling over the horizon, wind blowing through the old floorboards of the Sanctum, the unmistakable sound of heavy rain joining.

With the familiar distance between the two of you, you had gotten into bed together, deciding to make this a lazy afternoon.

While you were laying back into the pillows, covered by the woolen blanket up to your navel to spare you a bit more warmth, Stephen was sitting beside you, leaning against the headboard, reading to you from an old book you had found that didn't have to do with magic.

His voice was pleasant to listen to, so much that the thunderstorm faded into the back, and you genuinely liked him reading the story out loud, the way he gave the words he spoke aloud so much life.

You could have listened to him for hours. Maybe even the rest of your life.

Eyes raking over him in awe, like they so often did, you allowed yourself to listen and observe.

It might have been that Stephen was as dark and unkempt as his world, but he was attractive.

His skin was pale, his eyes icy blue, his hair had begun to gray, his beard was a little unruly, much like his temper hard to tame. You followed the movements of his lips for a moment, thinking how much you also liked it whenever they curved into a smile.

His hands were scarred and from occasionally being touched, you knew exactly how rough they felt, though he always handled everything he touched with care, like the pages of his book.

You didn't doubt there was also a certain strength to them, that they could break things as easily as make them. They were capable of dark magic after all.

You had never gotten to see much more of him, hidden in the shadows, hidden in his dark robes, layers and layers of protection, shielding him of from anything and anyone getting too close.

He let you close, but never so close as to reveal too much.

Today, he had taken of his boots before getting into bed, but nothing else. As usual he wore his dark robes, a sign of his status as a sorcerer. You didn't even know if he had anything else to wear but this. You had never seen him in other clothing, ever.

Perhaps this was his way of not making himself vulnerable, never making a display of himself, always in his robes that displayed strength and professionalism.

But as mysterious as he was, you of course wondered what was beneath the surface.

What would it take to convince him to let you see him? What would make Stephen trust you?

The sorcerer and you were close. It was simply inevitable when you only had each other.

Your companionship was a silent understanding that being the only two people left in this world mean it would forever only be the two of you until the end of days.

There only had each other to trust, each other to rely upon, each other to help, each other to talk to. You lived at the Sanctum together. You shared everything. And while you weren't as keen on sorcery as Stephen was, you shared magic too.

Human contact, physical touch, was not out of question either – sometimes a brush of hand here and there, hands on yours as he helped you guide and control your own magic, a ruffle of hair to display his pride in your progress, a supportive grip on your waist as you dusted off the upper part of book shelves, your grounding touch on his arm when he was spiraling in the darkness and your hands tightly grabbing his to pull him back to the here and now.

You ached to be closer.

He was still reading out loud to you, when in a moment of boldness you rolled onto your side and huddled closer to him. You reached out to gently place a hand on his leg and had you been more courageous you might have initiated more contact, quietly contemplating if he would have accepted it had you just moved to rest your head in his lap.

But even this, the simplest touch, made him stop in his tracks for a moment, pausing, a questioning glance down at you, sharp brows furrowing.

"Is everything... alright?", he asked, unsure what to make of the sudden attention.

"I like it when you read to me", you stated with a rather awkward smile, unsure as how to approach him, not knowing if you could truly express what you wanted, though if words couldn't speak enough for you, maybe your touch would. You scaled your fingers up his thigh and back down to his knee.

"Then you are lucky I happen to like reading to you", Stephen said, composed as usually, though you could see the puzzled look in his eyes, his gaze drifting from where it had been focused on you to your hand on his knee and back up to your face. "But as it seems, you don't seem too interested in the book at the moment", he figured. There was almost humor in his voice.

"I am... I really do like your reading. I just... had to think about how much I also enjoy this. How grateful I am that I am here and that it's just the two of us. I wouldn't want it to be different, ever. Sorry for getting distracted and interrupting", you muttered, not wanting to admit to the fact he was the reason of your distraction. He was the one you'd been studying. He was the one you could get lost in.

“I have a small suggestion.” His smile was eerily gentle. "How about I read you instead?", he asked.

"What do you mean by that?", you wondered, your fingers absentmindedly rubbing lazy circles into his leg, a gesture he must have found himself agreeable to or else he would have let you known otherwise, "Read my mind or...?"

The curve of his mouth turned into a sign of his amusement and he shut the book with a snap.

"My dear friend, I am a very powerful and dangerous sorcerer. Reading you would be like reading a childrens book. I could easily push past the bounds of your head, enter the depth of your mind. I would find it a lot more interesting and insightful than any book could ever be", he drawled out, before turning to you altogether, his eyes already seeming like they could stare deep into your soul, "Would you have me read you? Let me see everything. Your deepest fears, your darkest desires. Once you let me in, you cannot shut me out again."

"I would", you whispered, knowing that it wouldn't matter what he could and couldn't see, knowing that Stephen would not judge or scold you, and you somehow liked the risk of letting someone delve into your mind, know and see you completely – especially knowing it would be him.

There wasn't a thing in the world you wouldn't share with Stephen.

“Will you?”, your request followed.

Maybe the sorcerer would be able to uncover things you hadn't even known about yourself. It would be so much more intimate than anything else could ever be, to have him uncover you completely.

The man appreciated your trust with a nod, placing the book in his hands aside, getting up from his spot to kneel on the bed. "I need you to get comfortable. Close your eyes", he instructed you, guiding you to settle flat on your back, making sure your head was carefully bedded on a pillow.

There was something oddly entrusting about this, closing your eyes, neither able to see Stephen nor know what would await you next, but you didn't feel nervous in the slightest.

All you felt was him shifting, perhaps leaning over you, the weight of his palm on your forehead. You heard him mutter something under his breath – then a sudden indescribable pressure, digging into your skull, the sensation of warmth seeping through skin and bone. There was no pain, but something was surging inside your head so prominently that you could feel it, creating an almost uncomfortable itch inside your head.

But once that pressure eased, it was nothing but a thick haze clouding your mind. This was his magic. You could feel him, carefully following the track of your thoughts, though not for long.

The sudden loss of this sensation was much like awakening from a dream.

It was over in the blink of an eye – and cracking yours open, you could see him bent over you, seemingly lost in thought as his gaze remained fixed and focused on you.

"What did you see?", you wondered, breaking the silence between you, enjoying the way the strange sorcerer lingered close, his trembling and weathered fingers trailing your temples, your cheeks, the outline of your jaw. You could have melted into his touch alone.

"A lot of darkness", Stephen whispered back to you as he traced the features of your face, thumb grazing your bottom lip, your chin, eventually cupping your cheek again, brushing it gently.

"Desperation. The feeling of never being good enough. Emptiness. You find the idea of death embracing and desirable. Sadness. For never having been able to find joy in this life."

The sound of his voice, his fleeting soft touches and his truthful words made you shiver. How uncomfortably accurate it was.

"But there was more. There was something good. A brightness. Desire. To have someone who understands you, who will not abandon you. Hope. You finally see yourself complete and you know that you are not alone. Lust. Chasing companionship, longing for someone to touch and worship you in the most sweetest and deranged ways I have ever seen", he went on as his fingers trailed down your throat, the prominent Adam's apple, where his hand then lingered, "I wonder if that is what you want from me, but are afraid to request."

"I do", you breathed, voice broken by the shudder that surged through your body when the hand suddenly closed around your throat, fingers tightening their grip right as a loud crack of lightening broke through the clouds.

His hand closing around your throat, pressing down on your larynx as you suddenly found yourself unable to gasp for air, unable to beg for your life, the rush of adrenaline sending waves of pleasure through you.

You couldn't deny it. You wanted this. You crumbled under his touch.

Stephen eased his grip again, letting you take a deep breath, a curious look in his eyes as he seemed to muster your sweet reaction to the disruption of your airflow, your lips parted and eyes widened, heart hammering in your chest heaving with excitement.

"My sweet friend, requesting to be controlled, wanting to submit to someone, who gets decide over you, who toys with you, who makes you feel alive", he mused as a sinister smile traveled his lips, looming over him, a dark shadow only illuminated by the eerie candlelight, "And who am I to refuse? All of your wishes are my calling."

"Please make me feel something", you begged, "Use me as you please."

You had always known there was something wrong and deranged within you. You hadn't expected it to feel so good, allowing him to control whether you breathed or not, letting him decide whether you lived or not. You trusted him with your life, and so you were willing to trust him with your body too.

"My darling, words cannot describe the ways I wish to give you pleasure", Stephen growled, leaning in as his hand traveled south, over the plane of your chest, heart jumping at the promise of more, to your soft stomach, where heat tightly coiled, and all the way down to your already rousing cock, never having been touched so sweetly by anyone but yourself, the sensation still new and overwhelming, "Or how I plan on making you mine, for that matter, which in mind you know you already are."

You sucked in a deep breath, words of lust and despair on your tongue as you wanted nothing more than to beg for him to continue. He was barely touching you and you were achingly hard with arousal. You needed, but before you could ever dare of requesting it, Stephen pressed his other hand over your mouth, denying you your words.

"Hush now", he murmured, pulling his hand back from you lips, stroking your heated face with utmost gentleness, "Let me take care. No need to waste your breath on speaking things I already know."

And so the sorcerer went to work his magic.

His hands, precise and studious, moved all across your body, blanket mindlessly thrown aside, as Stephen ensured to strip you bit by bit, take you apart. Disrobed and naked, your pale skin contrasting the dark sheets, his grip returned to your throat and he squeezed down, forcefully, as your breath came to a halt and excitement surged under your skin again, your cock growing harder the more you found yourself incapable of breathing.

"Beautiful", the sorcerer muttered under his own breath, watching you with this odd curiosity, his own pupils wide with desire, "It is truly magnificent how responsive you are to me."

Stephen removed his hands once more, drawing a discontented moan out of you, who wished for nothing more than to have him continue.

However, as you saw how the man was loosening the belt around his waist, pulling his own robes open, you weren't so disappointed anymore to have him withdraw for a while - because he was allowing you to see him, his pale skin littered in scars and other markings that you would have just loved to map out another time.

As he stripped out of his pants, your eyes were immediately drawn to the heavy cock nestled beneath a dark patch of hair, stirring as your gazes raked over one another.

A moment of silence settled between the two of you, safe for the rumble of thunder, heavy gusts of wind audibly blowing through the cracks and floorboards of the Sanctum, and your agitated breathing.

Then in the candlelight, the sinister smirk returned to the softened features of Stephen's face and he leaned forward, hand sneaking up the length of your torso up to your neck, fingers wrapping tightly around your throat again, as he brought your bodies close, the press of his thighs against your own, cocks sliding together as he ground into you.

If you were able to breathe, you would have moaned. The pressure on your throat, your heart beating faster and harder as your lungs struggled for air, combined with the sweet sensation of your hardness pressing against his, was driving you crazy with need and lust.

You reached out to cling onto Stephen's arm, begging him to keep his hand on you throat as much as wanting him to relieve the pressure, for a single short breath.

It was as if Stephen could see deep into your soul, easing the grip as soon as the thought had passed your mind, letting you breathe and moan so sweetly as he thrust his hips forward, your cocks rubbing against each other, an unknown pleasure crawling up your spine with every movement Stephen made, creating the sweetest friction between you.

"More", you whimpered, shifting your own hips upwards to press against the man atop you, whose own grunts and heavy breaths joined the noises filling the room.

The fingers around your neck pressed down again, the flat of his hand restricting your air, the digits tightly squeezing down on the veins providing your brain with blood, restricting that too.

Every thrust making your cocks brush together, your own so achingly hard that you were afraid you might just burst any moment, no moans and pleas able to pass your lips.

You were feeling light-headed soon enough, vision clouded, lungs struggling, but you were so driven by lust that you still pressed into Stephen, needing more friction, needing to feel more of him.

At just the right time, the pressure on your neck eased once more, allowing you room to come back to your full senses, a shuddering gasp escaping you, a desperate and long moan following as Stephen removed his hand from your throat altogether, sneaking it between the two of your, long fingers wrapping around both cocks.

You took note how he was looking at you.

Pupils blown wide, sweat on his brow, lips parted and snarling, like a predator eyeing his prey, like the wolf about to devour the sheep, wanting to satisfy his hunger, to ease his craving, and the groans that left his throat was like music in your ears. You'd never heard something so wonderful.

His body atop you was trembling as much as yours, his grip on your cocks tight, jerking you both off furiously, slick with your excitement, taking you further and further to the edge, sharing hot and raw pleasure.

"Choke me again", you whined, feeling the pressure of your orgasm near, "Please."

And so Stephen obliged. All it needed was a flick of his fingers, his warm and familiar magic circling your neck like snakes, coiling tighter and tighter and tighter, more precise than any hand ever could, until you couldn't breath and couldn't think and couldn't stop yourself from spilling all over Stephen's hand and your stomach, feeling so much all at once, rutting against the man still, struggling to catch a breath, but knowing it felt just right not being able to.

Pleasure continued to surge through you, even after Stephen released again and with a load groan, a sharp snap of his hips against yours, he spilled himself too.

Two sweaty and sticky messes, that's how you had first ended up in each others arms – the first time of many more to come.

Having been lonely for so long, the world suddenly didn't seem as cold and hopeless anymore, not as long as you were together. For now, you had each other and Stephen Strange gave you that one thing you had thought would never occur to you again.

You finally found joy.

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