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ironstrange1991 · 2 years

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The Point Of No Return (Epilogue)

A fanfic slightly inspired by the play The Phantom of the Opera

+18 Smut / Angst

Pairing: Sinister!Strange x Fem!Reader

Warnings: **This part contains scenes that may be considered disturbing** Psychological manipulation, Dubious consent, Deception, Stockholm syndrome(?), Sexual content including physical control, male domination, choking, mentions of blood, P in V, Anal sex, creampie)

A/N: This part closes this series that I'm proud to say I wrote. I really hope you like the conclusion as much as I do. And don't worry a new Sinister Strange series is coming with a more soft version of him ;)

In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came That voice which calls to me and speaks my name

Sinister Strange was standing looking out the bedroom window at the sight of his universe destroyed by the haunting dark energy of the incursion that consumed buildings, cars and everything else. His naked body complaining about the cold in the room that persisted even with the fireplace on, but he didn't pay attention to that. It was always cold in that universe and he had been there for a long time.

He always wondered how long it would take for the total destruction of that universe. One year, ten years, one hundred years...

He looked at you sleeping peacefully on your shared bed unaware of the worries that haunted him, unaware of the fact that sooner or later the two of you would be sucked into nonexistence along with what was left of that universe. He sighed heavily, he really thought he was beyond remorse, that he was over fear and guilt, but that wasn't true, not when it came to you.

He'd taken countless lives without blinking an eye, but the thought that yours could end because of him always broke his heart.

He convinced himself that this was your destiny, that the universe could claim you as it pleased and that the two of you would die together as you should and most days he was fine with the idea, dying with you was infinitely better than living there forever alone. So he would push guilt and remorse to the back of his head and enjoy your presence, but some days were harder than others and even though you always said you didn't count the days because every day was the same there, he did count the days and wondered which one would be the last.

You were together there for 374 days and although you hated him at first for what he made you do, little by little you accepted your reality there with him and as he predicted you surrendered to him and although you still hadn't said it out loud he knew you had already forgiven him for the impossible choice he forced you to make. You kept your promise every day, he never felt alone by your side and you taught him to love you even more with every gesture, every kiss, every minute you spent together. Or at least he convinced himself of it.

He ran his finger absently over his left ring finger where the string of purple magic glowed brightly binding the two of you together. He enjoyed each of the days by your side as if it were his last, as if the days there were numbered because he knew that in fact they were.

You shifted in bed, muttering something unintelligible, and he gritted his teeth. Although there was no one in that universe to threaten him, Sinister Strange's obsession with you was such that it made him jealous even of your dreams. He hated the idea that you could dream of another Stephen Strange, that even if it was in a dream another Stephen would have you in his arms. Dreams were so much more than just dreams he well knew, he found you dreaming of you and it was through the facade of your dreams that he approached you and got you.

He went back to bed determined to pull you out of whatever dream you were in. Although it was difficult to understand day and night in that universe, he knew it was still the early hours of the morning, just as he knew you were entering winter because the days were getting shorter and the Sanctum getting colder. You were facing away from him, your hair splayed across the pillow. He ducked under the blankets, your hot, naked body beckoning him to come closer. He caressed the side of your body, feeling your skin tingle with the feel of his cold fingers. He ran his hands down your thigh, contouring your ass and taking a finger to your slit still wet with his cum from the love you made in the middle of the night.

He felt his cock hardening and he held it tight in his hand giving a couple of jerks as he buried his face in your hair breathing your scent in and directing the tip of his cock into your entrance and rubbing it there, lubricating it with the slick that was accumulating mixed with his cum. He sank his head into the crook of your neck kissing and rubbing his goatee on your skin purposefully whispering sweet nothings in your ear and slowly penetrating you, claiming you as his in a mixture of love and possessiveness that not even he knew the difference anymore.

He groaned loudly in your ear, pulling you out of your dreams and bringing you back to the reality of that broken universe and twisted love.

His hand firmly on your waist keeping you impossibly close to his body, his cock violating you impossibly deep. Your hand searched his face and you turned your head to find his lips, your body totally surrendered to him as it had been since the first time you were in that bed, your hips moving against him fucking him.

His tongue touched your lips and you opened it allowing him to deepen the kiss, you moaned at the intrusion of his tongue penetrating you with the same intensity as his cock was fucking you. You moaned louder into his lips, the excitement taking over you, sex being as always the only way to deal with your reality in that place.

His kiss became faster and more intense as did his thrusts, the disheveled goatee scratching your skin. You broke the kiss to take a deep breath like someone who's been submerged too long and comes back to the surface, cold air rushing into your lungs.

You moaned pornographically loudly, there was no one in that damn universe to hear you, there was only you and that sick craving for sex that never stopped. He brought his lips to your ear humming and making your whole body tingle "Good morning, kitten."

He thrusted against you harder and your fingers tangled in his hair grabbing it and pulling him back to your lips and you both moaned loudly at the forbidden pleasure you shared. He broke the kiss and rolled onto his back on the mattress, and you eagerly wrapped your legs around his waist, your hand directing him back where he belonged, inside you. You kept your eyes closed for a minute basking yourself in the sensation of him fucking you. You were never completely satiated with that feeling, your body always asked for it, that dark purple magic around your finger always glowed brighter when the two of you were joined as one and that feeling was so unholy and yet so good.

His hands gripped your waist as you moved up and down his cock, riding him in a sensual, intense pace, his eyes fixed where your bodies met, delighting in the sight of your cunt swallowing his cock whole. "Such a sweet girl, you have always been my sweet girl" He cooed between moans "You never get tired of having my cock inside you, don't you, kitten?"

You opened your eyes and bit your bottom lip, your gazes meeting, the same devilish grin on his face that had once filled you with fear now turned you on even more. You grabbed his hands that held your waist and held them tight in yours caging his head, both of you moaning loudly at the sudden bending of your body on top of his, you caught his lips between your teeth and bit down hard, the taste of blood on your tongue, he groaned loudly in surprise at your sudden dominance.

"That's it kitten, show me your worst."

You increased the pace of your movements, your hips swaying in circular motions, so sensual and so lewd, your clit rubbing perfectly in his pubic bone and hair, your climax so close, growing so intensely inside your belly, your cunt clenching all around him, squeezing his cock so hard it made him hiss.

You put a hand on his throat choking him as hard as you could, he didn't fight you, he liked that. He loved seeing the hate in your eyes mixed with the lust and passion that confused you and scared you.

You moaned loudly, practically a grunt, your entire body giving in to the oncoming orgasm and when it finally came it was devastating. You screamed in ecstasy, in pure bliss and yet of rage, rage upon yourself for allowing yourself to feel that with him, for him despite everything that man did to you.

He took your hand from his throat and threw you on the bed turning you on your stomach on the mattress and grabbed your hair tightly almost pulling it from your scalp, you groaned in pain yet he didn’t care. You teased him and had your orgasm, now he would have his, but this time he wouldn't be gentle, no, not even a bit. He spat on his cock and placed it at the entrance of your ass and you twitched knowing exactly what awaited you.

"I'm going to have you the way I want whether you want it or not." He said menacingly. "For your sake, I hope you do want it."

You surrendered, relaxing as he kept your head pressed against the mattress and with the other hand pushed his cock inside your ass slowly and yet mercilessly. You groaned in pain and yet like the other so many times he had you that way you liked it. You always liked everything he did to you. More than fucking your body, Sinister Strange fucked your mind beyond repair.

He was balls deep inside you, the walls of your ass stretching to accommodate him, but he didn't give you time to get used to the assault, he threw all his body weight against you, a hand clinging to your hair pushing you against the bed and the other firm at the headboard while he fucked your ass with such rough thrusts.

He kept his face pressed to yours "You have such a tight ass, kitten. I love to fuck you like this." He thrusted at you even harder and you stammered whimpering in response "I know you do, you always like everything I do to you, don't you? Is that why you hate me so much? Because you love me?"

Your eyes filled with tears at the realization of the truth in his words. As much as you hated all that your body loved him, even now as he punished you with such violence you felt pleasure. The pain, the rage, even the sadness of your hopeless situation turned you on.

He groaned, his breathing getting ragged, the thrusts faster and more violent, the moans turning into groans and grunts and he was so loud, so obscene, so good.

You somehow managed to get a hand between your legs and started rubbing your clit, you were so close to your second orgasm and he was so lost in his own pleasure that he didn't notice what you were doing. You knew that if he realized he would punish you, he hated that you touched yourself.

"Tell me you are enjoying it. Tell me how much you like to have me fucking your ass like this."

You bit your bottom lip so hard you tasted blood. You wouldn't give him that satisfaction. He tugged hard on your hair lifting your head off the mattress and whispered in your ear "I know you're enjoying it. Just tell me for once. I am so close kitten, one word and I will fill your ass with my seed. Just say you are enjoying it, say you like it, say yes."

Just when you thought it was impossible, his thrusts grew stronger, the silence in the room filled with the sound of flesh hitting flesh, the headboard slamming against the wall and his groans. Your fingers rubbed your clit hard and you knew you couldn't take much longer, you needed your release.

"Come on, kitten, you can do it, say yes, SAY IT!" You felt the tears running down your face

"Yes." you whispered.

"Louder." he ordered.

"Yes" you said louder.

"Louder" He growled "Scream for me."

"YEES"

You felt him pouring inside you, his hot cum painting your walls white and that was enough to drag you to your climax, surrendering to the sick passion you felt for that man.

He stayed inside you for a minute, but he let go of your hair and started caressing your face, removing the strands of hair that were stuck to your sweaty face. He kissed your temple and rolled onto his side on the bed, staring silently at the ceiling.

You stood there feeling your whole body aching and yet you never felt more satisfied. You crawled across the bed into his arms, your head resting on his shoulder, he smiled contentedly watching you search for him and wrapped you in his arms kissing your forehead and sighing heavily.

"I love you, Y/N. I have always loved you."

Your hand traced patterns on his chest "I love you too." You said searching for his lips. He kissed you softly, just a touch of lips. "I will always love you, Stephen."

He held you in his arms. That was, after all, the only absolute and irrevocable truth you shared.

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