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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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Notes & Letters - Sinister!Strange x Reader

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

Paring: Sinister!Strange x F!Reader

Word Count: 5,932

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

Other Things: Fluff.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Awful. Just… awful.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Clear from what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Darling?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dear Stephen,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love, Your Y/N”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And how do you intend to do that?”

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

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

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

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asherloki · 1 year

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My queen !

Stephen strange x reader

Warning:- smut, 18+ content.

Request:- Stephen comes home from a long day of teaching martial arts to find the reader asleep with cloakie. It goes from sweet fluff to potential smut. Bonus points if he’s wearing his burgundy sleeveless robes. 🤩 @strangelockd

Thanks @vickie-mcmuffin for helping in a specific line.

After practice session on a wintery day all Stephen wanted is to have a goodnight sleep beside y/n. They've met when y/n came to practice at kamartaj. Everyone was in love with her, she's a young beautiful woman, sexy as well to Stephen , so to the other boys perhaps. But Stephen never knew he'd win her over.

He went to his room to see she's already asleep. Cloaky on top of her. He was playfully jealous how comfortably his cloak was sleeping with y/n, 'it should only be me' he thought to himself. Stephen loved his burgundy robes, cause it is y/n's favourite. When he looked at the mirror at his reflection wearing it he thought of how much his girlfriend likes it. As he looked at her he stared mesmerized, she looked incredibly sexy and beautiful in her silk house coat which hugged every curve perfectly. He went closer to her, his footsteps were silent but it still woke her up, she's a light sleeper. "Get up cloaky let me get in" he said cloaky lightly. Cloaky frowned and few away to the other corner of the room.

She looked at him with sleepy eyes. "Hi honey" said she sleepily streching her arms.

"Hey darling" said he and got on the bed to kiss her. She kissed him back. Passionately.

His kisses turned a bit hungrier. After pulling away she said, "Stephen?" She eyed him raising her eye brows.

"What?"

"I know where it's going"

"Would that be unpleasant to you?" He said with his heavy voice, lowering the tone more. y/n felt shivers down her spine.

"Not entirely" she replied.

To this strange kissed her even more passionately, that she moaned, he took that advantage and let his tongue enter her mouth.

Finally after pulling away he kissed her jaw line, sucking on it he groaned. Y/n closed her eyes in pleasure tugging his straight black hair.

His hands touched the silk belt of her house silk house coat. Untying it he slid it off her. Y/n gasped as his long fingers touched her bare skin. Sucking at her coller bone his hands went down to her left breast, playing with the hardened nipple he made y/n moan out his name louder. He loves her being loud. Cloaky blushed seeing such scenes in front. But was too shameless to look away, he kept enjoying them making love.

He got down sucking and kissing the swell of her breasts, Stephen always makes her moan loudly in pleasure. Her hands tugged his hair, trying to keep his head in position as he licked her pebbled nipples. His hands slide down to take off her pants as he caught her legs and kissed her thighs his breath near her core made her wetter. He gave a mischievous smirk which was enough for her to cum. He used his skilled tongue to lick all her juices. His hands pressed her waist down to keep her from moving, with a flick of finger y/n's one hand was tied to the bed post with mystical magic. "Delicious " he whispered, which vibrated against her pussy. It was hard for her to keep still when his tongue and mouth was doing so much. He sucked her clit rapidly making her feel her orgasm close. And the other kept tugging his hair as he ate her up.

"Stephen" she moan out his name as she was seeing stars, he made her cum with his tongue only. He sat up with her juices all over his beard and flicked his hand to untie her arm. She stayed there panting , he was removing his robes when she jumped up and went for a passionate sudden kiss, he kissed her back. The taste of her was on his tongue, still kissing she removes each layer of his clothing until he’s bare for her. running her soft small palms all over his body. He pushed her to lie on bed, and he on top of her,

"Ready to forget your name princess?"

"Don't call me that, I'm an ordinary woman with nothing special to be a princess"

" No you're to me, you're my would be queen" said he huskily to her ear.

"What? Ah" she couldn't finish her question when he thrusted into her.

He kept the thrusts slow at first, y/n put her left hand on the side of her head Stephen held it by intertwining fingers, tightly. With the right hand she held him closer by his neck. He leaned to kiss her again while thrusting slowly. Their bare bodies touching eachother was already pleasing enough.

"Stephen?" Whispered y/n

"Hm?" Replied he kissing her neck.

"You can go faster now, I think I'm getting another one.

"As you wish your highness " saying this he sat up with her right leg over his shoulder, positioning himself to hit her g-spot. Unholy sounds of their bodies and her loud moans filled the room. Other people beside their room might get some hint of the work that was happening in y/n and Stephen's room.

Stephen groaned in middle of fucking. To which y/n looked at him, unable to utter words between his faster thrusts. Stephen understood and said,

"I'm about to cum"

"Do... It...AH.. inside me" she said still moaning.

"What?" He asked surprised.

"Do it"

With a loud moan Stephen and y/n had their orgasm.

Stephen sat panting. "I wanna ask you something"

”really?"

He nodded in response. Stephen walked towards almirah and opened it. He came back with a ring box. Y/n sat up after seeing this.

"Well it's very inappropriate that we're both naked now." Said he laughing. He then put on his robes and y/n put on her silk gown. Stephen bent before her and said raising the ring.

"I can't offer you much, but my love, will you marry me?"

Y/n felt her eyes getting teary.

"Yes" said she. Stephen put the ring in her finger, and kissed her hand. Cloaky floated in joy around the room.

They stayed up for a few hours smiling, embracing eachother for some time, seeing a happy life ahead.

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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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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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strangeobsessed · 2 years

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BRO WTF IM GOING INSANE WHAT?????

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Christine!!

Imagine that Strange-616 realized that Sinister was alive, took him off that fence and dragged him through the portal to the hospital where Christine still works.

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Till The End Of Time

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Female Reader

Summary: After years of living a busy life and being the worlds only consulting detective. Sherlock Holmes basks in the glow of fatherhood. Together you opt for a movie night, leaving Sherlock with other ideas in mind for the two of you.

Warning: - Heavy Fluff & Smut, Fingering, Pure Mutual Admiration, Praise Kink, P In V Sex, Hair Pulling.

•This came to me as I was organizing my music. I hope you all enjoy it. (Who wouldn’t enjoy Sherlock as a father 🥹) I am slowly returning to my inbox requests so please bare with me. If you like the song you can check out my Sherlock Holmes Playlist. As always likes, comments and reblog’s are always welcome•

Stroking Sherlocks soft brown curls between your fingers you couldn't help but give a joyful sigh. It was the perfect day, and Sherlock wanted nothing more than to enjoy the weekend with his girls. After retirement, it took a while for your husband to live a slower life amongst people.

For decades all Sherlock Holmes knew was solving criminal cases, chasing one high with the next. The Consulting Detective was never one to admit that he would become the ‘settle down’ type of man. But after time and great patience, Sherlock Holmes grew to fall in love with what normal people would call human domesticity.

Resting your arm around his neck Sherlock craned his head bringing your hand up, kissing each finger gently as your daughter continued sleeping in his lap. His free hand continued playing with Amelia's curls while his eyes trailed to yours. That piercing green gaze that always sent flutters through your stomach. To most Sherlock wasn't an easy person to read, but this look said it all as you felt the heat rise in your cheeks.

“I love you both so much y/n,” he broke the silence, “You and Amelia have brought me more happiness than anything could ever give,” his lips went back to your hand as he glacially made his way to your wrist. Placing a delicate kiss on your pulse point you released an impulsive groan bringing your legs closer in a foolish attempt to hide what the heart truly desired.

“And I love you S-Sherlock, we both do more than anything in the world,” you quivered, trying to maintain your composure. Nearly waking Amelia you both paused giggling only for her to continue back to her soft snores. She was always a deep sleeper like you and at times like this it served its benefit. Leaning in slowly you kissed Sherlock, feeling him moan against your soft lips, his free hand cupping your chin as if you were porcelain glass. His thumb stroked your skin softly as you leaned into his touch, soft and secure.

“How about we put Amelia to bed and we can have a movie night? I'll even let you pick the film,” you smiled.

Sherlocks hand trailed down resting on his navy clad leg as he sat contemplating your idea. The edge of his lip formed a familiar smirk as he quickly stole another kiss.

“That sounds more than fair,” he agreed.

Sliding your arm off, Sherlock stood up opting to carry Amelia to her room. Her small delicate limbs clung to her fathers frame like a tiny koala as his long fingers played with her soft auburn hair. Tucking her in gently, Sherlock kissed Amelia's forehead whispering sweet nothings, stroking her soft curls that strikingly resembled his own. Next to you, she was perfect in his eyes.

“Good night, my dearest Ameila. Mummy and Daddy love you with all of our hearts,” the timber in his voice spoke with promise, closing the door behind him. With a satisfied sigh he rolled his shoulders back with a feeling of confidence. Like the familiar thrill of solving a case Sherlock Holmes couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear.

The two of you brought him more pride and joy than he ever could imagine. All these years he always felt like a pariah, destined to wander this world alone. Sherlock kept convincing himself that he wasn’t worthy of anything good. But with you, it changed the course of his life for the better. With Amelia, life just became more plentiful.

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Making a quick change into your pajamas, you sat at the foot of the bed unaware that Sherlock was standing by the door frame on the side safely assuming he was watching this whole time. His eyes glowed in the low light as he took strides closer, wedging himself between your legs opening them wider, his expression drinking in your lovely features. The curls draped over his forehead as he slowly leaned into you, feeling his breath on your skin sent goosebumps up your flesh.

You pulled away, eyeing him with suspicion playfully taking him in, “penny for your thoughts?”

Sherlocks body towered above you, his big hands cupping your face softly bringing you in for a deep kiss. The feeling of his lips ever inviting as his tongue grazed across your lower lip begging for entrance. Together you moaned in sweet unison as he slipped inside, holding your frame up for support as you kissed with heated passion. Feeling his strong legs between yours you couldn’t help but bring your fingers up to his waistband pulling him closer. It was enough to spur him on as he continued kissing you. All that could be heard was your shared moans as you suddenly pulled away suddenly remembering the plans for tonight.

“Wait. S-Sherlock. What about the film?” You pleaded, his lips trailing your collarbone. The flecks of his tongue against your skin made you release a sharp hiss. His tongue continued nibbling your ear as you melted under his hypnotic touch. Powerful and strong, he was able to read you better than anyone. He pulled away leaving the both of you breathless as he rested his forehead against yours smiling sheepishly.

“I had another plan besides a film my darling. Much more pleasurable plans. And beside,” taking his fingers he slid off your top leaving your top half exposed, “you said I got to pick what I wanted to watch,” throwing the garment on the floor he gave a soft groan. He couldn't help but stare in awe, “and I choose to watch you come undone by me.”

His baritone voice dropped an octave as he was left stunned, “So perfect,” leaving his mouth agape you stood up to kiss him softly. Your bare chest pressed against his form fitting white shirt that was begging to be ripped off. Sherlock leaned in to kiss you once more as you leaned into his touch. The feel of his large hands pressed against your bare skin left goosebumps in their wake. All that could be heard was the sound of Sherlocks whimpers as your fingers threaded through the curls that crowned his head. He always had a weak spot when you grabbed or played with his tresses.

Sherlock was all too eager to accept the guidance as your hand led him to suck on a nipple, followed the other he traced each bud with delicate care. Knowing all the tricks to make your knees buckle. He was feeling you getting impatient as you pulled his head away, leaving him smiling. The sound of his labored breath only turned you on more as your fingers fumbled with the button of his white dress shirt.

You slowly removed his buttoned shirt leaving his top half exposed. The way the moonlight kissed his alabaster skin made your pussy ache. Before you could comprehend Sherlocks palms rested beside you on the bed as you felt the weight shift on both sides of your hips, he wanted more of you as he slowly slid two of his fingers around your waistband. Biting your lips you locked eyes as he slid your bottoms off finally freeing you from your pajamas. He could see the glisten of your eager entrance aching for his attention.

You took a quick hold, grabbing his waistband once more in a desperation to have him closer. Your lips returned in a feral fury as you removed his trousers and boxers in a swift motion. His hands returning to your entrance, you cried a soft moan as his fingers pumped in and out, the feeling was pure ecstasy as you felt your orgasm blossom. It clearly spurred Sherlock on because it made him pick up the pace as his thumb teased in circles around your tender bud.

“Darling you're so beautiful. I love the way you look with my fingers inside of you,” he purred curling his finger in that spot. The sweet spot that always had you see stars. Before you knew it you cried out in pure pleasure as Sherlock watched on, grinning with pride.

Coming down from your high Sherlock paused, bringing a foot up he placed a kiss on your ankle. Hearing you giggle his green eyes glowed as he locked into your gaze. He slowly crawled on top of you kissing up the length of your body, his arms cadging you in as he leaned down kissing you softly. Sherlock was always a passionate person deep down and to find himself lost in this moment was something of a dream. The look of your pebble flushed breasts accompanied by the look in your eyes of pure satisfaction. He wanted this moment etched in the walls of his mind palace forever.

He kissed your forehead trailing down to your nose, his lips found yours as he melted into your touch. The great detective was immensely turned to putty by the one thing he can't live without. You. For you fit him better in more ways than one. He brought himself up aligning his cock at your entrance. Giving a few steady pumps with his hand you took in the glisten of pre cum beading off the tip making you bite your lip once more. Bracing his shoulders for support as he asked, “Are you ready my love?” Sherlock's eyes never left yours as he scanned you for absolute permission.

Taking a hand you cupped the back of Sherlocks neck, bringing him close and kissing him gently. Showing assurance the kiss was soft and bared your heart filled trust. No words were needed as Sherlock slowly thrusted himself in. You both shared a groan as the kiss never broke. Allowing yourself to adjust before he pulled away gently, he locked on your gaze once more purring into your ear.

“Promise me one thing y/n,” he went even slower, itching himself deeper as he slowly bottomed out. Savoring the moment of feeling his cock stretching you so unbelievably full. You clenched slightly causing Sherlocks hands to suddenly dig into your hips knowing damn well it will leave marks.

“W-what's that,” you stuttered as he kept up his thrust, determined to make you feel complete.

Sherlock caged his arms around you as he paused leaning into your ear his voice purred against your ear, “that you're mine. Forever,” returning to his pace your nails dug into his back. Your hand laced the nape of his neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss. A kiss that spoke of untimely promise. He kept up the pace as you moaned once more in pleasure.

“Always!,” feeling your climax blooming, your nails dug into his pale back even deeper, “I promise Sherlock. Now please go faster,” you begged, feeling your heels dig deeper, spurring him on as it only took those words for him to start thrusting into you at such a pace; A pace you will know you'll feel the next day.

“Jesus Sherlock!” You groaned into his neck, his curls sticking to his sweat glistened forehead as he kissed you. Stifling all moans as you rode your climax. The feeling bloomed as his hips moved at this new angle that made you suddenly see stars. Whatever god you were chanting was wasted as Sherlock slammed into you one last time. Your orgasm hit you, making your eyes practically fall into the back of your head as you drenched his cock with your nectar.

“That's my good girl,” he smiled, feeling the praise go right to your solar plexus. You were always a sucker for admiration. He pulled out gently making you wince, you couldn't help but miss the feeling of him. Throwing the blanket iver Sherlock quickly returned with a tray full of essentials. Even after lovemaking he always believed in aftercare. The tray consisted of two sleeptime teas, massage oil and a small stack of what looks like steaming towels.

“You always take such wonderful care of me Sherlock, how did I get so lucky?” He traced a warm towel over your center as he was careful not to overstimulate. He reached for the glass bottle of oil, pouring it over his elegant digits as he signaled you to lay on your stomach. The feeling of his strong hands worked every aching nerve as you sank into the mattress.

“It's not luck y/n I just love taking great care of what is precious to me,” he spoke softly rubbing every part of your skin. The oil felt amazing as he finished with your shoulders sealing the gesture with a kiss he rubbed his hands dry on a towel before reaching for your tea. Covering with the blankets you snuggled closer together as you both sipped your beverages in complete happiness enjoying the moment shared between you both. For life could not be any more satisfying than having you and Amelia at his side.

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Deranged and Deceptive {1} || Dark!Sinister Strange

Summary: Takes place at the end of Spider-Man: No Way Home. You are pulled through the torn fabric of reality and into the multiverse to find a man who both is and isn't your husband. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, dark themes, kidnapping, dub/con, unprotected sex. WC: 1.6k

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When the world had been splitting at the seams there was only one person you were thinking about. Ribbons of purple light broke through the walls surrounding you and you swore you saw Stephen’s face peering through the cracks. Fearing he was in trouble, you reached through and felt his scarred hand take yours, his wedding band cool to your touch.

“Come closer darling.” He called, the familiar timber of his voice coaxing you closer until he tightened his grip and pulled you through.

It felt as if you were being forced through a wall of elastic, the only force stopping you from springing back was Stephen’s steadfast hold on you. Just when you thought you would be crushed by the pressure you were facing it popped and you flew into his waiting arms.

“Stephen?” You trembled as you looked around the ruins of the New York Sanctum. “What happened?”

“We lost.” He muttered as he pulled you to his chest. “I lost.”

You looked up to see the features of your husband but his eyes held a darkness that you had never seen, there was an eerie haunted look behind them. “What do you mean?”

He pulled you to the shattered glass that used to serve as a lookout on the top floor of the Sanctum and you looked out at the desolation. Debris and ruins littered the land as far as you could see, you could hardly tell what city you were even in.

“This is all that is left.” He said quietly. “I couldn’t lose you too.”

“This isn’t happening.” You shook your head and stepped away from the cold wind blowing through the broken window. “I, I can’t believe it. Things were a bit crazy with the Electric guy making the lights go funky and the Doctor Octopus but…end of the world? I don’t understand.”

“You don’t have to. Just believe me.” He growled, gripping your arms tight as his eyes widened. “You do believe me right?”

Your head bobbed as your heart sped up; your husband didn’t have to ask - he should have known you would believe him, that you trusted him. A sickening pit of dread settled deep in your gut as you realised that although he had the face of Stephen, he most certainly was not yours.

“Good.” He nodded, a small relieved smile looking so much like your husband’s that for a second you forgot it wasn’t him. “Are you hungry, darling?”

You shook your head and looked around the large room, your eyes falling on the grand piano in the corner. A small gasp caught in your throat as you remembered Stephen talk about how he used to play before his accident but you were certain he had sold the expensive piece. Walked over, you lifted the lid and ran your fingers along the keys, the notes deepening with each touch.

“It is beautiful.” You sighed as you reached the lowest note and felt his presence at your back.

“It is.”

He sat at the bench seat and patted the spot beside him, waiting until you were seated before beginning a melody you had heard once or twice but couldn’t name. Your eyebrows pinched together as you watched his lithe fingers dance across the keys without a single tremor to them, despite the identical scarring they held.

The piece came to an end and as the last note echoed through the room you felt a tear rolling down your cheek, imagining he truly was your husband sitting at your side. Taking his hand in yours, your thumb traced the surgical lines along his fingers until you reached the wedding band you had placed on his finger. “Does it hurt?”

“Not anymore.”

You were captivated by the depths in his grey eyes and stuck still as he leant closer, his lips brushing gently against yours, your body struggling to react as your heart waged a war with your mind. Stephen had talked about timelines and multiverses before but it wasn’t something you understood and you kicked yourself for not asking more questions. Your heart couldn’t tell the difference and you felt love for the man kissing you but your mind knew they were not the same.

“I’m so glad you are here.” Stephen smiled as he rested his forehead on yours. “I can’t live without you.”

“Me too.” You whispered, the exhaustion blatant in your voice.

“Let’s get you to bed.” He said as he pulled you to your feet. “We can talk more in the morning.”

Most of the rooms you passed were dark and dusty, except for the room he led you to. The ornate iron bed was the only furniture in the room and a dozen candles placed around the room were the only source of light as Stephen began to undress himself. The glow of the candles cast shadows across his skin and you felt the familiar stirring in your body at the sight of his, a warmth spreading through your core.

You quickly climbed under the thick blankets and closed your eyes before they betrayed your lust, feeling a warm arm curling around your waist and pulling your back to his chest.

“Goodnight, my love.” He whispered low in your ear, the tease of his beard tickling your nape as he placed a kiss on the bare skin. “Sweet dreams.”

Pressing your legs together to ease the ache between them, you rested your hand over his and settled into his embrace. “Goodnight, Stephen.”

Your dreams had been turbulent as you imagined Stephen searching for you and losing his mind. He had been tormented with the thought of losing you that he broke the laws of nature to get you back, losing himself in the process. You had woken with a gasp but quickly relaxed as you found his arm safe and secure around you and his kiss to your neck chasing away the nightmare.

“Shhh, it’s alright my darling, I’m here.” He soothed as he hand teased the lace trim of your panties you had slept in. “You’re safe now.”

You sighed as his fingers slipped between your folds and felt your reaction to him, the inviting warmth begging him to bury his fingers within you. His chest hummed with satisfaction as he felt how wet you were before pulling back to glide over your clit, rolling his hips and pressing his erection against you in time to his fingers. Your head was spinning with need, the need to orgasm and the need to reassure yourself it was all a bad dream.

“Please, Stephen…” You begged as your core tightened around nothing. “I need you.”

You almost whimpered at the loss of his touch before he lifted your leg over his and pushed your panties aside. Your eyes fluttered shut at the feel of his cock pressing to your entrance and your lips parted with a moan when he filled you with a powerful thrust. Stephen mumbled nonsense between his kisses that snaked up your neck and you craned your head so that you could taste him, his tongue slipping past your lips.

“I love you.” He professed as he lifted your leg higher and deepened his thrusts, the angle driving him over your sweet spot. “I would do anything for you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled almost drunkenly, your mind and body teetering on the edge of bliss and unable to comprehend anything but loving promises.

His arm snaked over your waist and you reached over your shoulder to run your fingers through his hair, holding him close as the pleasure peaked and you cried out his name. Your pussy clenched around his cock, your fluttering walls tipping him over the edge as he moaned in your ear with his release. You lay with your fingers entwined and his heart hammering into your back as you both regained your breaths and rode the high of endorphins. All too soon his body betrayed him and he retreated from you, the warmth of his release and yours slipping from your folds to run down your thigh.

Pulling the blankets back, you stretched up and found it odd that the lighting in the room didn’t come from the fixture above, the sleepy haze suddenly clearing. The nightmare came back to you and you clamped your hand over your mouth as you looked back at the man lying lazily across the bed. Bile rose in your throat as you realised the nightmare wasn’t a dream at all, this wasn’t your husband.

“This is wrong.” You rambled as you grabbed your clothes from the floor and tried to make your way to the door only for it to slam shut. “Let me go, I don’t belong here.”

“You belong with me, always.” Stephen said as he rose from the bed, his eyes wide with panic. “You are my wife, I love you.”

“You are not my husband.” You backed against the door as he closed the distance, your head shaking as you repeated the mantra in your head. “You brought me here, please, send me back.”

“I would do anything for you.” He said, chillingly void of emotion as he placed his hand on the base of your throat, the threat clear without exerting any force. “But I will never lose you again. You. Are. Mine.”

Your teeth clenched together and your lips curled back at the threat. “He’s going to come for me.”

His laugh was harsh and sharp, his smile sinister as he leant in as if to whisper an important secret in your ear, the words making you flinch. “And you will witness his death.”

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geeky-politics-46 · 2 years

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Quickie Question: which of the Strange variants are into morning sex? Who wants it before bed only? Or are they all just horndogs and will happily take both? :p

I definitely think different Stephens have different preferences!

Our Doctor Stephen Strange seems like a morning sex guy to me.

He loves starting off his morning by fucking you. Getting to love on you & really be himself, totally relaxed, before the day gets to him.

The less he gets you to sleep in the better. He knows getting you to sleep naked makes his job a lot easier in the morning. Plus then gets to see you naked.

Naked cuddles & kisses often lead to slow sensual fucking. Sex at anytime with Stephen tends to lean toward sensual, but this has a more relaxed quality.

Especially if he is spooning behind you & you start rubbing your ass against his morning wood.

It's difficult to resist enjoying his cock when it's right there all hard & ready for you. He knows he's got you once he's grinding against you & hears you whimper.

You both have been known to wake the other one up with oral sex. Whoever wakes up first being the one to pounce.

He does love surprising you with a romantic evening occasionally though. Pulling out all the suave moves he used to woo you in the first place.

He knows exactly what to do to drive you crazy.

Sinister Strange prefers to fuck you at night, when he knows there will be no interruption. No errands to run. The light has faded & the shadows start to dance on the wall.

Fucking you makes him feel grounded & whole, you are the one thing in that universe that feels real to him.

It's just you & him alone for hours. He plans to spend as many as he can taking you apart & putting you back together.

If he is fucking you in the morning it's at least a 50/50 chance it's because he's been fucking you all night & hadn't stopped.

Loves when you were your nighties & lingerie all day long to get him riled up.

Whether it's watching your nipples harden against the thin fabric, watching you stretch to reach somrthing & almost expose your ass, or just seeing that you are comfortable so bare in front of him.

It all works to get him excited & thinking about what he wants to do to you that night.

He loves pulling you onto his lap throughout the day to tell you you will be at his mercy come nightfall.

He always follows through on that promise.

He leans more towards morning sex.

He has no idea what his day will bring or even if he will be able to go to bed next to you tonight since he has so many responsibilities that may call, so he makes sure to dedicate some time in the morning towards loving on you.

Even if it doesn't start as morning sex there's lots of kissing, rubbing, & touching.

Sometimes that turns into shower sex.

If he is there though he won't say no to evening sex.

You love that evening sex helps him relax after a busy stressful day.

Usually evening sex will start with you giving him a back massage or hugging him kissing at his neck.

If you initiate sex to help relax him he will make sure you cum several times as a way of thanking you for taking care of him.

He loves that you want to care for him & he does everything he can to show you how much he loves you.

He knows this could all be gonna in a minute & he wants to make sure you have no questions about his feelings for you.

He will take it at anytime he can get his hands on you.

He genuinely has no idea what the day will bring & he likes it that way, but it does make having a routine with you difficult.

He is less of a plan ahead person than the others most of the time.

So whenever he can get you alone long enough he is gonna fuck you.

May have a slight preference for evening sex, but if you start feeling him up in the morning or asking for a mid-day quickie he will happily oblige.

Will also fuck you if he wakes up in the middle of the night after a nightmare to help him get back to sleep.

Seems a bit selfish but will always make sure you are every bit as satisfied as he is.

He is the Strange who is most likely to enjoy a quickie as opposed to wanting a nice long session each time.

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getlostsquidward · 2 years

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say you want me and don’t be nice

pairing: stephen strange x reader

warnings: 18+, smut, improper use of ancient spells (vipers of valtorr), bondage (with snakes), roleplay, p in v unprotected sex, cockwarming, light degradation

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Stephen hissed as he summoned the vipers, sending a shiver down your neck. Why he had to do that, you have no idea, but it makes you feel hot.

One of the vipers twisted itself on your neck, its forked tongue licking your ear. “This is a pretty nice trick, Doctor...but instead of sending these creatures, why don't you come here yourself?” You retorted, feeling one of them tear on your robes. As they stripped you naked in front of the sorcerer, he walked towards you, slowly, circling around you like a snake. The ones wrapped in both of your legs pushed them apart, the sight of you helpless and vulnerable under his mercy made Stephen's cock twitch.

He stops before you, his gaze flickering from your feet up. The sorcerer locks eyes with you. “Is this what you want?” he says, his right hand cupping your core. A sly grin tugged on his lips, “All this for me? I haven't even started yet, darling.”

“Just shut up and fuck me, Strange. I'll be out of your hair once we both get what we want.”

“What makes you think I want to fuck you?” Stephen leans closer, his lips ghosting against yours. His hand made no move to give you pleasure, and you start grinding against them, moaning softly as his calloused fingers bump your clit.

“Well, your dick is begging to be set free out of those robes. I suggest you take it off and start fucking me like the slut you think I am.”

You raise your hand in an attempt to hold his jaw, but the vipers were quicker to constrict your wrists on your back, rendering you completely immobile.

“Yeah? You're my slut, aren't you?” he pulls his hand from your cunt, the vipers turning your whole body around with no trouble, bending you over the slab. You chewed on your bottom lip as the tip of his cock prods on your entrance. “Coming here in the Sanctum, attempting to rob ancient relics...but this is your real agenda, isn't it?”

Strange didn't let you answer, let alone breathe as he thrust himself deep into you. The sound of skin slapping, the moans of pleasure coming from your and Stephen's lips, as well as the constant hissing of the vipers make your head dizzy with arousal. The snake on your neck tightens itself, restricting your breath in delicious and dangerous ways.

Stephen's cock stretches your walls so nicely, hitting the spongy spot with every thrust. He leans down and bites the side of your neck, soothing the skin with his tongue after. You can only whine as he paints bruises on your neck and shoulders. He mumbles against your skin. “This tight pussy of yours is gonna milk me dry...want you to take all of my cum.”

“Go on, Doctor Strange. Fill my pussy up with your cum...” His hips start to lose the rhythm, his thrusts getting frantic in chase of his orgasm.

“Oh my god-” More snakes slithered around your breast, their tongues licking both your nipples; another one down on your folds, its forked tongue catching the sides of your puckered buds and aching clit, giving you the maximum pleasure as Stephen fills you to the brim.

“Cum with me,” he grunts as your walls clamp around his cock, pumping ropes of cum into your pussy.

Stephen disperses the Vipers of Valtorr away, catching your body with his arms. He kisses all of the bruises he made, his cock still buried in you. “You alright, baby?”

You hummed, chuckling softly. “I like them better than the Eldritch whips.”

“One of these days I swear you're going to ask me to incorporate every ancient spell into our sex life.”

“And you're gonna do it anyway.”

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The Taking (Halloween Oneshot) || Sinister Strange x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.5K Warnings: NSFW (18+), NON-CON, NON-CON, Corruption, Forced Breeding, Lactophilia, unprotected p + v sex, magical restraints. DO NOT READ IF THESE MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE.

It was not much of a siege, not in the way your father had described them. From humans you might have expected trebuchets and catapults, a sustained assault upon the great doors and a bridging of the moat. They'd have camped at the edge of the forest, troops of foot soldiers sitting about fires and sharpening weapons as their leaders spoke in the cover of tents, plotting the assault of that keep that had not fallen to invasion in six centuries. Yes, that was how men waged war, but these were not men, and they came in instead by means of magic—or rather revenge to the crown for the loss of the great sorcerer's sister.

You were in the kitchens when it began, overseeing the preparation of the feast for the equinox. Betrothed and soon to be wed, it was your duty now to learn the management of a large household such as your own. You were in your oldest gown of faded homespun, long hair bundled into a scarf as you toiled with the keep servants, your skin growing flushed with the heat of the great kitchen.

You listened closely as Kenna, the cook, explained her reasons for ordering certain ingredients from the market. Your parents were visiting family in the north, and for once the servants were deferring to you as lady of the house. The two women had their heads bent over the piece of parchment, Kenna fanning herself as she pointed to the items and the numbers that accompanied them.

“It's always seven bushels of the kalawort, even when the keep has no guests,” she explained. “We use what's left for the easing of difficult births, and to bring in the milk, though you'll see it often enough as an ingredient in bitter bean soup, too.”

You blushed at this. Your mother had been forcing you to drink a tea of kalawort for months now, believing that it would aid fertility. Your wedding was still three weeks away, but your mother was taking every precaution; your parents had struggled to conceive for many years before the goddess had finally granted them, you.

You had little doubt in the plants' supposed abilities; already your breasts were swollen and tender with milk, ready for the child that you and The Prince would conceive, perhaps as early as your wedding night.

You were about to ask about another herb on the list when the sound of men's voices came from outside. There was a strange thrum in the air, and the hairs at your nape stood on end. Through the back entrance you saw a flash of purple light and someone screamed, and in an instant mayhem ensued in the kitchen as all recognized the sudden stark reality of a siege. For the first time in centuries, the walls had been breached.

“Quickly, Lady!” Kenna cried, her hands digging into the skin of your wrist. “Go to your room,” she said, but then thought better of it. “No! Go to the chapel, you'll be safer there. They will hide you! Go! Go!”

And you fled from the kitchens and the terrified faces of their servants, bumping into footmen and maids as you hurried along the passage, hearing screams now behind you. Someone shouted the word 'magic!', and a shiver travelled down your spine, for no humans possessed such forbidden powers.

At the very end of the western passage, the carved doors to the chapel stood open, and you rushed into the welcoming glow of the candle-lit chamber. For a moment a pair of frightened eyes regarded you from behind the stone altar atop the dais, but then the small acolyte fled through a low door in the corner, and you heard the unmistakable sound of that passage being locked and barred from the other side. You ran to it and hammered on the door, desperate for admittance.

“Priests!” you called. “Help me! We are under attack!” Only silence greeted your words, and the door did not open. No one would come to your aid. Feeling like prey chased into a trap, you turned back to the entrance through which you'd arrived, then drew in a hissing breath of horror.

In the passage, slowly making his way towards you, walked a thing of nightmares. You knew it instantly for who he was; the long arms hung low, the back straight with confidence, pale skin almost silvery due to lack of sunlight. His black hair, streaked with whites on both sides, styled neatly in contrast to his beard. Here walked the Evil Sorcerer Supreme, a being of fireside tales and darkest dreams. His eyes were blue, two glowing orbs regarded you from the hallway, utterly inhuman.

You had seen sketches once, in the library, of his image. He had always carried a long staff and worn dark ragged robes, but his black tainted hands were empty, his form was covered in a robe of silver, his tunic black. The stories had made them out to be creatures of the basest kind, their intellect no greater than that of potion brewers and spell casters, and yet you saw a keen intelligence in the gaze it fixed on you.

He stepped into the chapel with languid movements, and though your body screamed for you to flee, you remained before the barred door, your back pressing into the hard wood as your limbs froze in fear. The Sorcerer closed the doors at the entrance with a sweep of his hand, never taking his eyes off you. When that clawed hand lifted again, he drew a symbol in the air before him, and purple light dazzled your eyes. Darkness swept you into its embrace.

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You knew, even before you looked at the low-burned candles, that you had lost time. In the recesses of your mind, the part that had not succumbed to the spell, you had noted the passage of hours, the steady silencing of the keep as more and more of its people were subdued. How many of their bodies littered the passages of this once-great manor?

You tried to sit up, your mind fogged with magic. With a curious sense of detachment you noted the magical chains that bound you to the altar, chains of purple light that fixed your ankles and wrists to the far corners of the stone slab. You could lift your head only a little, and when you did, it was to find the sorcerer standing at the foot of the altar, watching you with a look that you had seen sometimes in the eyes of men, a look of hunger. He grinned when he noticed your attention, revealing two rows of terrible razor-sharp canines.

“What is your name, daughter of the house?” he asked you, and it was not the guttural speech that the stories told of, but a lilting, strangely accented speech.

Your heart sped up as you met his gaze, then wished desperately that you had remained unconscious a while longer. But, you suspected, your waking had likely been at his command, just as your slumber had been.

“Your obstinacy will not serve you. I can make you speak, you know.” He stepped closer, laying one of his rough fingers on the flesh of your calf.

“(Y/N),” you said immediately, desperate to do or say whatever would keep those hands away from your body. But his fingers still curled around your leg, and his grin broadened, and he said your name quietly as his hand trailed higher, disappearing under the hem of your dress. You struggled against his attention, but the chains held you in place, and you could do nothing to stop the tainted hands that came to rest at the apex of your thighs.

But then the hand withdrew, and you let out a shuddering breath of relief. The flickering light of the candles threw curious shadows along the walls, strange monstrous shapes, but none as terrifying as the being before you. He reached into the belt of his robe and produced a small dagger, and for a moment you did not know whether to weep for fear of your imminent death, or to rejoice that your end would come before he could do other, unspeakable things to you.

He stepped close and brought the blade to your neck, and tears sprang to your eyes, for you were afraid after all. But the blade did not bite into your flesh, but into the front of your dress and the shift that lay beneath it, and he slit your garments from nape to calf, so that the fabric parted and fell away from your heaving breasts. The Sorcere’s cold eyes trailed from your bosom, down to your sex that you tried to cover. At the front of his robes, something stirred, and a blush travelled down the length of your form at the realisation of his arousal.

“Do you know who I am, (Y/N)?” he asked you, the dagger dropping to the floor.

“S-Sorcerer Supreme,” you whispered, so softly you could barely hear your own words.

“Yes. That I am. But am I the creature you've read about, a simpleton monster no better than an old warlock that lurks in your woods? Am I that?” He was so close now, standing near your head. His hand came down to caress the curve of your trembling lips.

“Am I that?” he asked again, holding your gaze with the strange blue brilliance of his own.

“No,” you whispered finally.

“No, I am not,” he agreed. “For I am of the Dark Khaos, blessed by the god Chthon who first made us lay with the women of human-kind. The blood of man runs in my veins, as in yours. And the blood of human and Dark Khaos will flow in the veins of our child. Do you understand, (Y/N)?” He trailed a short, sharp nail from your lips, to your collarbone, to your breast. When he brushed your nipple and you shuddered, he said, ever so softly, “Yes... I think you understand.”

He bent his mouth to your breast, his black hair curtaining his features. You did not see that terrible mouth seize your peak, but felt it keenly as he first licked, then began to suckle. After a moment he drew back to look at you in bemusement, his wide lips flecked with droplets of milk, but his lust grew and he bent again to your breast, drinking deeply of the milk that only that morning you had thought would feed your human child.

A strange shiver passed through your body as he drank at your breast, and soon his hand closed around your other breast, kneading and squeezing as he drank his fill. In the pit of your belly a feeling began to grow, a foreign sensation that was almost a need, though for what, you could not say.

Finally he stood back, his breathing uneven, much like your own, “I can wait no longer,” he said, reaching between the folds of his robe to touch himself. You refused to look, but from the corner of your eye you saw him step away, and hope flared within you that he might abandon this terrible onslaught.

But it was not to be. When you finally turned your head, it was to find him watching you as he untied the belt at his waist, then let his robes fall to the floor. You did not wish to look, but could not immediately pull your attention away, for the Sorcerer was strangely handsome indeed. His chest was muscular, his torso lean, each of his ribs visible beneath the taut pale skin. The curves of his arms represented his strength, and the legs were long and muscular. Between them hung his manhood, if such it could be called.

You had seen glimpses of male genitalia, had even blushing listened as your maid tried to prepare you for what to expect on your wedding night. His cock seemed to grow as you watched, rising to jut proudly forward, and despite your fear and disgust, you felt a strange slipperiness between your thighs as your nipples hardened to taut peaks.

Stephen smiled as though he knew what you were feeling, and came to stand at the foot of the altar. Slowly he stroked himself, his gaze travelling the length of you. He climbed onto the altar, and you began to struggle in earnest, your heart hammering with terror in your breast. But the chains held you in place, and at a snap of his fingers they tightened even more, so that your legs were spread wider.

Desperately you lifted your head, watching the length between his thighs, knowing that it would soon be within you, if it could fit. So focused were you on that glistened tip of his cock, that you did not see him reach for your cunt with his hand. A finger, cold and calloused, slipped between the folds of that sacred opening, and you drew in a sharp gasp at the foreign sensation. Not even your own finger had ever entered there, and yet the sorcerer pushed his long digit deeper into the space while you bucked and cried to dislodge him.

“(Y/N),”he murmured your name with a caress on his lips. “What is this?”

You did not understand what he was asking, and thrashed all the more as though to dislodge both his finger and his words from your being. But it made no difference; the finger stirred again in your depths, painfully, and he watched your face, waiting for an answer you would not give.

“I shall tell you. This,” and you felt again that deep pressure, “this is your maidenhead. I had not thought to find a virgin here. But you will be a virgin no longer.” He withdrew his finger, holding it up to the light as he rubbed it with his thumb. Your wetness glistened on his flesh, and you trembled at the shame of your body's betrayal.

He straddled you, one long muscular leg kneeling on either side of your splayed hips. You screamed as his cock dragged along your thigh. He silenced your screams with a kiss, his tongue plunging deeply into your mouth while one hand pinched your breast. Then his teeth grazed your lips and led a prickling trail down your throat to your other breast, where he latched onto your nipple once more, suckling desperately. Pleasure coursed through you again at the workings of his mouth, and for a moment you were only focused on that, that new, strange feeling, when suddenly you felt a prodding at your core.

Your nether-lips, slick with the fluid of your arousal, parted gently at the insistent prodding, and suddenly the head of his cock was pushing into your entrance, pushing hard and quickly against that barrier that had once been meant as a gift to your future husband. With a stab of sharp pain that barrier gave way, his cock pushing into you, slipping in as far as it could go, Stephen burying himself in your body up to the hilt of his cock.

You screamed, and this time he did not silence you, but remained perfectly still, basking in the pleasure of impaling you so deeply. You felt every vein and strange ridge of that organ pressing into you, it filled you as you had never thought a man might fill a woman.

In a mix of pain in amazement, you looked down to where their bodies met, you saw only the last few millimetres of his thick base that he had not managed to press into you.

His breathing at your breast was ragged. He, too, looked to where their bodies joined, and you felt him twitch within you. He lifted his gaze to your pretty, terrified face, drinking in your every expression as he slowly withdrew, inch by inch.

You watched his cock retreat from your depths, your heart turning over at the evidence of your lost innocence, the faint smear of red along that thick shaft. But your mind was innocent still, and you did not understand the way of mating, and you thought that it was over, that he was withdrawing and spent. And he saw every thought as it passed through your mind, so that he knew already that you would scream when he slammed into you again, suddenly, brutally, and he seized your mouth with his own and swallowed you screams as he began to fuck you.

In and out and in and out he went, and but for your whimpers, there was only the sound of his cock squelching in and out of your body. It was a wet, lewd, primal sound, and for a while Stephen closed his eyes as he plunged into you, a look of utter bliss on his handsome face as he listened to your bodies meeting and parting. Though his withdrawal and renewed onslaught came again and again, your body could not grow accustomed to it, and you still felt a deep ache every time he penetrated your deepest part. But beneath that ache, there was something else... something that shamed you too much to admit it.

He rode you hard, making small animalistic noises as you massaged the length of him with every plunging motion. He suckled and bit at youryour nipples in a frenzy, one hand teasing the other breast with his sharp nails. And you, ashamed, felt your pleasure growing.

Now, faced with the reality, you whimpered a denial over and over, “No... Please, no. Don't! Please don't!”

Such a thing was never meant to fit inside a human woman, you were certain. And likely he knew that, too, for it was only then that your captor turned his attention to your pleasure. He pummelling at your entrance with that thick knot of muscle, and sucked at your breast with renewed force, but now his free hand moved to where their bodies joined, and you felt his finger seeking the sensitive red nub above your opening.

You gasped at the contact, which sent a sudden current of energy through your limbs. He rubbed at that small protrusion with his rough finger, all the while fucking you with long, determined strokes. He listened to your breathing as it grew shallower, and you began to make small sounds of pleasure that you could not suppress, and when he judged the moment right he bit down on one nipple and twisted the other, while his finger at your womanhood pressed hard into the nub of your pleasure.

A wave of feeling such as you had never known coursed through you, a sense of euphoria that seemed to sweep from the crown of your head to the tip of your toes, tensing the muscles of your arms and legs, your cunt constricting desperately around the meaty organ buried within you. You cried out your pleasure, words that had no meaning as your body convulsed with the rush of pure bliss.

Your body held his member firmly for a heartbeat, then another, and another, until the last wave of pleasure had abated and that vice grip relaxed completely, as he had known it would. That was the moment he had been waiting for; as your opening slackened again, he withdrew quickly, relaxing the spell that held your legs splayed.

With the bit of freedom this granted your limbs, he pushed your leg to fold at the knee, your heel flush against your buttock, and as he held that leg at an angle he inserted himself into you again and pressed hard against your opening, watching with breathless excitement as his cock squeezed painfully against your spread lips, to suddenly be swallowed completely as he sank once more into your depths.

You screamed at the new intrusion, your freedom leg kicking desperately to dislodge the Sorcerer, but he held you down and looked deeply into your eyes, letting out a low groan as his cock trembled within you, and now locked safely in your depths, began to spew its seed.

Closing his eyes, the Sorcerer gripped your hips tightly to him, and you felt the gushing of his cum into your body. Deep within you, in that place where your pleasure had formed, you felt a part of your body seize the intruding organ and his vile seed and eagerly draw it deeper into yourself, into that sacred core where a seed might be nurtured.

He did not move, his nails pressing painfully into your buttocks as he felt himself twitch within your warm depths, waves of pleasure coursing through him as his seed spewed from his phallus in powerful, ecstatic bursts. He groaned softly with every wave of pleasure, and when you moved beneath him he pressed you down into the stone to keep you still, to keep his cock within you.

He might have released your bonds then, and you would not have been able to escape, for the length filled you as no man ever would, and when you tried to pull away it brought a painful ache to your depths, and an almost animalistic response from the Sorcerer, who held you firmly in place while he bred you.

A minute passed, and another, and still they did not move. Finally, feeling the last of his release flowing into your passage, the Sorcerer released your hips from his painful grip. Limbs tired from the exertion, he felt then a need to rest awhile, but you were still tied together, the knowledge clear in your eyes as tears of horror and pain coursed down your cheek.

Sighing, he released the shackle of your right arm and leg, carefully moving your leg over his own and lowering his body, so that he was no longer straddling you, but resting at an angle behind you. Despite knowing the futility of it, you lunged forward to move away from his body, and he snarled at you even as you whimpered at the pain of his cock pulling at your entrance.

Curling an arm around you to play with your nipple. Milk leaked onto his fingertip, and he grinned to himself, thinking of the child who would grow strong from that milk. And there would be a child. He had recognized the presence of kalawort in your system, often given to women to aid in fertility and bringing in their milk early. Whoever had been feeding you the brew had unwittingly aided him in ensuring the conceiving of a child. His child.

You lay on your side, crying softly as the Sorcerer fondled your breast, his cock still buried deep within you. Every now and then his cock would twitch, or a little shiver would cause the knot of muscle to flex, and small waves of pleasure would ride through your body again. Long, slow minutes passed, the silence only broken by your soft sobbing.

For a few moments, he watched the root of his cock where it disappeared into the tautly pulled lips of your body. At the sight he felt himself grow hard once more, and you whimpered as his hard length grew again inside you.

He found himself growing aroused again as he watched you taking in the result of your copulation. As his cock released, surplus seed spilled from your depths, you watched with horror as it leaked from your body. But your interest flamed his desire, and he tightened the chains once more to have your spread on the stone slab, a small puddle of his seeds between your legs where he now hovered, briefly, preparing to enter you. He waited until he had your full attention, waited until your eyes were on his length, still glistening with his seed and the faintest hint of red, and then he sank deeply into you with a grunt, and you grunted too, as he had wanted you to.

And then, despite yourself, your body rose to meet his, desperate now for that wave of pleasure it had briefly known. He latched onto your nipple and small pleasing shocks went through you at his lusty suckling, and between your legs, your body gripped his cock with a desperate hunger, clamping around him and drawing him ever deeper.

He could not capitalise on the surprise of your own pleasure, and instead he pressed into you again and again, whispering entreaties over your gasps of pain until his cock was swallowed once more by your bruised womanhood. This time he did not close his eyes, but held himself completely still as his cock pulsed and spurted within you, and he saw the moment that your disgust gave way to something more. The heated gushing within you, you reached your own peak and wonder filled your eyes, and you spasmed around him, desperately seizing the entirety of his length as your body tightened around him and drew his seed deeper.

Finally, when the last of his seed was spent inside you, he rolled you onto your sides, still facing one another and locked together, and set his mouth at your breast, drinking languidly as he caressed your breasts, your back, your buttocks, and you fell into a deep, exhausted slumber. Eventually, when his cock had shrunk again, he pulled free of you, eliciting a sleepy moan from your parted, swollen lips.

Standing over you, he cast a spell of protection on you and the child that would grow inside you, his child. But he was sorcerer of no mean magic, and in the space of the next hour, he had stolen memories from the minds of each of the keep's sleeping inhabitants. For none had been slayed.

He who had bred the lady of the house had known the moment he looked into your terrified face, that he wanted to see your every expression as he took you. The memory would stay with him, ever after stirring his loins when he thought of you.

You would not remember, not fully. None of the keep's denizens would. And in three weeks' time you would wed to The Prince, and he would bed you, and you would be with child. And if that child should be born a few weeks early, well, none would comment on it. With his father's magic and illusion coursing through him, the child would to all appearances be human. Only in the magical mishaps that sometimes occurred around him would there ever be any hint of his heritage, but by the time it had fully manifested, the Sorcerer Supreme would be back to claim his heir.

But the boy would not be alone in his experience. In a year's time, the keep of Blackburn would be filled with the sound of several squalling infants, all of them born to mothers who could not name nor recall their babe's fathers. Only in the embrace of your husband would you sometimes wonder why your body seemed to yearn for something more than the human member buried in your depths. Only sometimes, as your husband rode between your thighs, your mind would conjure an image of a blue-eyed Sorcerer, and your pleasure would rise to glorious peaks.

Some things can never fully be forgotten.

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