Synopsis: The final part to Once Upon A Dream. You and Stephen dealt with the consequences of your action, or the lack there of.
Word count: 4.4K
Warnings: ⛔️ DARK CONTENTS !! angst, Stockholm syndrome, toxic relationship, manipulation, obsessive and possessive behavior, oral(female receiving), unprotected p in v sex (always wrap it before you tap it because consequence!), creampied, a brief moment of violence/blood/gore. MINORS DNI !! 18+ ONLY
A breathless gasp slipped past your lips. Rough fingertips grazed and curled around the column of your neck. Sweat-slicked bodies moved in synchronization.
Another powerful push knocked the air right out of you. Morality dissolved into an incoherent cry as your release inched closer. Again.
Time was irrelevant. The perpetual grayness made it impossible to know whether it was morning or night if that mattered at all.
You were roused from your sleep earlier to his mouth on your aching core, slurping and licking gratuitously at your warm, velvety heat. He was enjoying you, indulging in your warm, sweet nectar as he fisted himself. He could have woken you up with his cock delved right inside of your heat, but he took pleasure in pleasing you instead.
It was the least he could do.
If your brain was sane enough, you would have rolled your eyes. After all, you were his captive—his prisoner. As much as you despised him for tricking you and abducting you from your world, you couldn’t deny the fact that in the back of your fucked up mind, you wanted him too.
Such a deranged thing to think of when you were held here against your will, but you knew yourself too well —loneliness always had its way with you.
Stephen pulled himself all the way out once again before he pushed himself all the way in. His hands slid to your shoulders, forcing you to meet his brutal thrusts. He was pounding into you hard at a relentless pace, sending your body closer and closer to that edge you craved so much. Every reentry sent your body reeling. Your mind couldn’t think of anything else except for the way he was driving his hard cock in and out of you.
Tears smeared your face. Lips parted with pleading words, begging him pathetically to not stop as your rapture drew near. He responded with a low grunt as he leaned forward with his mouth swallowing all of your cries.
With a few hard thrusts, your body strained and convulsed underneath him. Your second orgasm ripped right through you like a tidal wave crashing against the rocks, bathing you with a sense of euphoria.
Stephen continued to pound into you until he found his own too, filling you up till he was practically leaking out. He smiled satisfactorily at the way he had you spent and tired, and all filled up with nothing but him.
He carefully removed himself as he used his elbows to support his weight so that he wouldn’t crush you. His lips found yours again, kissing you so tenderly as if you were lovers. He looked at you once over before he rolled you over to lay right on top of him. Your body was still humming from the last two orgasms he just gave you.
The stillness in the room was almost deafening by the way both of you laid there quietly in the comfort of each other’s arms–a moment of unspoken peace, which soon changed once the self-loathing began to bubble up again.
How long can this go on? you wondered. How long will the consequence of his action catch up to him? You were after all the anomaly of his world. This place was already on the brink of tearing itself apart. what would it take for it to just end once and for all?
“I love you,” he said softly in that deep, velvety voice that cut through your train of thoughts.
Strange didn’t expect anything back from you when all he did was take from you. He was quite aware of his crime, but he wasn’t ashamed of it. A lifetime of loneliness taught him that. His admission came from his heart, or whatever was left of what he believed to be love. Even if this was merely a fleeting moment among a lifetime of solitude, it was more than enough to make him feel something more than indignation.
Your chest twisted at the way he uttered the words out loud. A part of you wished you both were in different circumstances because those were the words you ever wanted to hear. But not like this, not when they were the price of your freedom.
“If you love me you wouldn’t keep me here,” you said softly back.
“It is the only way…plus, you were more than willing…”
“You tricked me.” You pull back slightly, but Strange held you there so you couldn’t see his expression.
“We were desperate for each other. I just did what you couldn’t do. You may deny it all you want, but deep in your heart, you know that I’m right.” It was the truth after all. “If there is any consolation, I will always be yours.”
“You don’t have much of a choice here, Stephen.”
You could feel his body shake slightly as he chuckled darkly. It wasn’t funny. He just found you ridiculous sometimes. After all that he had done for you, you still haven’t realized that these were all for you: tearing worlds apart, ripping reality into shreds just so that you and he can be together.
“I do have every choice. Your existence is endless across the multiverse, sweetheart.”
You bit your lips, trying to control your anger. A sudden wave of violent thought floated through your head at the idea of him replacing you with another you, who was probably more than willing to be with him. Something in you clicked and you reacted without any hesitation.
“Then have another me and take me back to my world!” You slapped his chest and tried to get off of him, but Stephen’s hand was around your wrist immediately and dragged you back to him.
“It’s quite flattering to have you act up like this but rest assured, you are the only one I ever wanted. Plus,” Strange lifted your left hand. A soft purple glow appeared on your skin. “We are bound for eternity, darling. Your life force is connected to mine, so even in death, you will always be mine.”
“Fuck you,” you gritted your teeth as you tried to yank your arm away from him but to no avail.
Strange flipped you over onto your back. You found yourself breathing quite heavily at his sudden roughness. A part of you wanted him to do more–toss you around the bed, turned you over, and fuck you face down.
You shuddered at the image of him driving his cock in and out of you while his hand pressed against the back of your head, pinning you there as he used you and showed you who’s in charge.
The thought made your pussy ache.
Strange looked at you with complacency. “Oh trust me, you did just that. We both know it too. You enjoyed fucking me as much as I enjoyed fucking you.” He cupped your chin firmly, forcing you to look at him. “I am not the only twisted one here, darling.”
You exhale shakily when you feel his hand ghosting over your aching pussy. He slowly rubbed your still sensitive clit with his fingers. You could feel your desire slowly envelop your body once more as the need to be taken by him ignited again.
His eyes darkened with lust, his lips were still swollen from your two previous sessions. His cock slowly sprung to life as it brushed against your stomach, making your throat go dry.
“You’re wet,” he said a-matter-factly. “You said you hate me, but clearly, your pussy wants me.”
“Fuck you,” you hissed which slowly melted into a low drawn-out moan when you felt him pushed in two fingers inside you. Your mouth hung agape as he began to move them in and out of you. A mixture of your breathless panting and the squelching sound of your pussy filled the quiet, stillness of the sanctum.
“And here I thought you were thoroughly fucked already.” Strange smirked as he watched you slowly losing yourself again under his touch. “Look at this—your pussy still wants me,” he purred as he slowly withdrew his two digits away from your dripping core before he pushed them back in. “You’re as greedy as ever, darling. Whatever shall I do with you?”
Words failed you when all of your nerves set ablaze. He was already knuckled deep inside you, yet here you were, too damn proud to admit that you in fact wanted him as much too. It was almost sickening the way your body simply surrendered to him this easily.
His mouth latched on to your perked nipple, licking it and gently nipping at it till you moaned out. Warmness flooded your body as you were trying to grasp onto whatever sanity left in you to just push him away.
His eyes were on you as he slowly licked over the taut bud, making it a show that only made you ache for more.
“Beg for me,” he commanded before he gently pressed his teeth down to your taut bud. You pressed your lips together, refusing to bring him that sort of satisfaction despite the delicious pain that he brought you.
“Such a stubborn girl,” he purred against your skin, sending the reverberation straight to your core. His thumb pressed firmly against your clit, fingers stopped moving altogether as he slowly sat up and stared down at you. “Fine. Be stubborn,” he said before he withdrew his fingers from your sopping pussy altogether and got up to his feet.
A loud whine escaped from you as you desperately grasped his hand. “Please fuck me,” you mumbled almost inaudibly.
“I cannot hear you, darling. What do you want from me?” he tilted his head, his hand slowly stroking his cock as he watched you with deliberation.
You bit your lips as you glared up at him. “Fuck me…Please.”
A knowing smirk etched upon his features as he knelt down on the mattress. Strange spread your legs widely as he settled himself between your thighs. The head of his cock nestled in between your glistening folds, but he made no move to push himself in.
He watched you reacting to his teasing, smirking at the way your brows drew together in pure frustration. Reaching between the two of you, he grasped his shaft and slowly rubbed the head up and down your folds, then pushed it till it brushed against your clit, gently tapping it enough that your body twitched beneath him.
You couldn’t take it anymore as you push your hips to meet him, wishing that he would just fuck you already. His nostrils flared as he felt your wetness coat the head of his cock. He was aching to fuck you as much as you were aching to be fucked him, and the fact that you were so unapologetic about it, made his desire spurred up even more.
Grasping his erection, he fitted right at your entrance. A smile quirked at the corner of his lips as he eased himself in. Inch by inch, he moaned and groaned deep within his chest, enjoying the way you slowly consumed him, enveloping him with nothing but your warm silky heat.
“Fuck…” you uttered out loud as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, hooking your ankles at his ass as he began to push. You could feel his muscles strained and corded from the movement. Strange planted his hands on either side of you as he pumped in and out of you vigorously, holding himself in the deepest possible position within you before he pulled himself all the way out in a tantalizing rhythm.
“Yes, please, please I’m so close,” you pleaded. He grunted as he sped up his thrusts, plunging and rocking against you. Your body began to flutter around him again. Stephen gritted his teeth as he felt your orgasm start to ripple through you, squeezing him so tightly that he could feel his own near as well.
His lips pulled back into a snarled, nostrils flared as he drove into you strenuously till spurts of his white, hot seme erupted from his body as he continued to delve into your warmness. All you could do was lay there. Your chest rose and fell as you watched him delve into you even if he spent the last drop inside of you.
Strange shuddered above you as he gave the last push and stayed there. His stillness almost scared you before he slowly withdrew himself from your heat and rolled onto his back. Once again, you were greeted by the sound of your panting and heavy breathing. Your body was aching at that point. So tired and spent from the moment you woke up that you found yourself drifting back into another sleep.
Time was insignificant here. The everlasting coldness and the isolation from the rest of humanity made it feel dreadful when there was no moon or sun to guide you. You had no concept of how long you have been here, and Strange refused to tell you, which frustrated you even more. One thing that was certain though was the routine between you and Strange. If you two weren’t too busy arguing, you were fucking each other till one of you passed out.
Your emotions ran higher than usual and you were more irritable at Strange. Sometimes you were crying at the slightest thing, which worried him greatly. As knowledgeable as he was in the mystic arts, no amount of research prepared him for this sort of onslaught of emotions.
One evening you found yourself rushing out of the dimly lit dining room at the smell of the food that was offered to you. You weren’t aware of it at first, but Stephen was standing right outside of the bathroom, watching you worriedly.
“Are you alright?”
You wiped your face with some water before turning and nodded, though your stomach was still feeling quite uneasy. “Just the smell…it made me nauseous,” you mumbled as you walked past him. “What the hell did you put in the food?”
With hands behind his back, Strange looked at you inquisitively. His dark brows pulled slightly together. “Not more than the usual amount of salt and pepper…”
“Oh…” you frowned.
Strange’s hand was on you, palm pressing flatly against your stomach.
“What are you–”
A faint purple light radiated under his palm. He suddenly withdrew his hand from you as if you had burned him. You wanted to ask him what he was doing, but when you looked up, you realized something was wrong.
“Stephen…” You were careful with your tone as you slowly reached out to him, but Stephen jerked away in a startle. You watch his eyes well up as a single drop of tear rolled down his cheek. He was looking at you then at his shaky palm before he covered his face and began to sob in it.
You were too stunned to speak when you witnessed such emotion pouring right out of him for the very first time. You have always thought that he was callused and cold, but now watching him slowly breaking down awakened something within you.
“Stephen…” you called out to him again. “What’s wrong?”
It took him a moment to finally compose himself as the realization slowly set in. The next word he spoke though, made your stomach flip.
“You’re pregnant,” he was finally able to speak, but even then his voice cracked.
The word pregnant hasn’t quite registered with you properly as you sat there staring at him. Your initial thought was how, but you remembered that you and Strange were fucking like dogs in heat since you got here, and to be quite frank, you haven’t been safe while doing so either. To add insult to your injury, the lack of sense of time made it difficult to track your period.
“I–,” you couldn’t find any words to say. Your hand instinctively clutched your stomach before looking up at his tears and brimming eyes. “What do I do?”
Strange’s eyes softened when he heard the tremor in your voice, and for the first time since you’ve been here, you have noticed the blue in his eyes as he knelt down in front of you. You once remembered how beautiful they were by the way they changed colors under different lights. Somehow this made you yearn to be touched by him.
Stephen took your hand in his and pressed your palm against his lips. The tenderness made you teared up. You weren’t supposed to feel anything for him, but for that instance, his vulnerability melted the ice in your heart, and you caved in.
“What do you want to do?”
The question surprised you. For a man that abducted you here to ask for your opinion was almost laughable.
“Clearly you want me to keep it.”
“Well, yes…it is mine after all, but…it is not about me now, is it? You are its mother…if you have no desire to be one right now, I won’t force you to do it.”
You let out an uncomfortable laugh suddenly. “Oh, that’s very rich coming from you.”
Stephen frowned at the way you responded. He was used to you cursing at him but not like this. He took a few deep breaths before he started. “My devotion is to you, and only you. Whatever you decide–whether to keep this or not, I’ll support you.”
You stared at him as more unknown emotion poured right out of you as you stared at him through your tears. “What–Are you–” you were practically heaving at this point as your lungs felt like it was being squeezed. “Are you suggesting that you can end this?”
Strange’s lips pressed into a thin line. As much as raising a child in the image of you and him was his dream, he had to accept that if you weren’t willing to carry it, there was no point. Plus, he was unsure what your pregnancy would be like in this fractured world. He has already lost you once, and his grief alone made him commit the most unthinkable acts. Losing you again would be unbearable.
He nodded, though you could clearly see his somber expression. You didn’t quite know what to say at this moment exactly.
“And if it happens again, what? Are you going to keep–” you stopped yourself as more tears began to form in the corner of your eyes.
“Whatever makes you happy,” he said softly.
“But is that going to make you happy?”
Stephen looked at you. He wanted to say no. He wanted to tell you that he was afraid of it as well. He wanted to tell you that the idea of it all hurt him dearly, but for a terrible man like him, happiness was unattainable. But instead, he asked you, “why does it matter?”
“Because I–” you stopped yourself suddenly, realizing the words you were about to say to him.
For that moment, you realized that through all of these tears and pain, you wanted him as much as he wanted you. Even if it was in a form of his twisted version of love, he was more than willing to give his heart to you, no matter how many times you have trampled it.
Your thought was interrupted though by the sound of the sanctum door groaning as the heavy wooden door opened lazily. Stephen’s expression changed completely as he got to his feet. Those once deep sapphire eyes slowly turned gray as the air around you thickened. You could clearly see a soft glow of purple enveloping your body.
“Stay here.”
Before you had time to ask, he had already disappeared behind the heavy wooden door.
You sat there waiting. And waited.
You didn’t know how long you sat there holding your breath and trying to listen for any signs. But Then the sanctum shook slightly and a loud screaming of another male voice came from the main hall. All of your thoughts went to him. Fear gnawing at your inside as you hug yourself.
Taking a few deep breaths to calm your nerves, you slowly made your way downstairs where all of the commotions came from. Dread filled you with every step you took. Many awful thoughts went through your head as you peeked behind the door.
Squinting through the haze, you could easily make out the soft purple glow of Strange’s magic. You noticed a body was strung up high above him. His third eyes opened, glaring at the person before him with a menace that chilled you to your bone. A cruel smile etched upon his features. Those once kind eyes that were looking at you with tears were no longer there. It was replaced with the face of a man filled with cruelty and sadism.
Tearing your gaze away, you found another body lying in a pool of blood….Your eyes then locked into a blank stare of a face laying beside the lifeless body. Bile began to rise up before you realized who it was.
“W-wong…” you managed to say out loud before you threw up.
Stephen’s head whipped in your direction. Anger filled him as he looked at you disapprovingly.
“What are you doing here?! Didn’t I say to stay put?!”
“What is happening?” you said in between sobs when your eyes drifted to find another Stephen Strang that was strung up with his limps spread apart.
“Y/N?! You weren’t supposed to be alive in this world…You used the Darkhold to bring her here, didn’t you?! No wonder this place is collapsing on itself!”
“Shut it!” Strange growled as his fingers slowly curled into a fist. A loud scream of agony emitted from the other man as his body strained. “You have no right–no right at all to take anything from me!”
“It’s not yours! Your abuse of power is what has been causing incursions across the multiverse! That damn thing needs to be destroyed before anyone else finds it!”
“If,” he said darkly before closing his palms. An agonizing cry ripped out of the other Strange’s mouth. A wet, cracking sound filled the silence as blood splattered and poured on the floor before you.
You watched, clearly stunned at the scene before you that your knees simply gave out. You didn’t know how long you were there or when Stephen had carried you back into the bedroom.
“What have you done?” was all you could manage to ask as another wave of nausea took over you.
“Protecting us,” he said simply.
“By killing?”
“I’ve done this many times before. It’s nothing new.”
Your stomach twisted into a knot at the way he was unhinged at his own action.
“It’s wrong, Stephen.”
“He was going to kill you anyway since you don’t belong in my world. I’m just stopping the inevitable from happening! Do you not see what I am trying to do here? I’m trying to keep you from dying!” He covered his head in his hands.
“Am I fated to die then?”
The question made him look up. Pain filled his expression. “I don’t know. I searched thousands of dreams before I brought you here. In some, we were happy together, and some…we lived without each other.”
“What about this one then? I’m not supposed to live on this one. Is this why this world is falling apart? By keeping me here, you are defiling the natural order, Stephen. It’s wrong!”
“Then let me be wrong! I don’t give a damn about anything anymore! I just want us to be together. Why can’t you see it?! We can be one happy family here,” he said, cupping your face in his hands. He looked almost on the edge of insanity. “I will destroy whoever dares to defy me and try to take you away from me. I’ll rip the worlds apart if I have to.”
You shuddered as you stared at him tears fell down your face before he pulled you into a kiss. Deep in your heart, you knew you were bound to him, mind and soul until both of you perished into nothingness.
And deep in your heart, you knew that he meant every word he said too.
Epilogue:
Earth-616
“Do you ever wonder what our lives would be like in another universe?” Wong asked with hands behind his back as he and Stephen walked across the courtyard of Kamar-Taj.
Spring had just begun as the smell of the flowers wafted in the air. The slight chill of the breeze made him shudder slightly,
“Hm, I really don’t think about it often enough,” Stephen chuckled softly. “Why are you asking all of a sudden?”
“Just a question of curiosity. You know, I do wonder if I’m still in charge here in another life.”
Stephen rolled his eyes. “Beat me. ”
“Do you think our dreams are just another view into our lives in another world?”
Stephen looked at Wong for a moment. If this was true, it made him wonder about his dream last night. It has been years since you were gone, and there wasn’t a day that he didn’t miss you. But what he saw last night felt more real than anything he has ever experienced before.
You and he were standing at the edge of the fractured world. Cold and gray, devoid of any life. Skulls and bones lay across the landscape. There was an air of longing and loneliness. The sanctum was slowly falling apart, closer to collapsing upon itself, yet he saw you smiling warmly directly at him as if he was the sun. Then he looked down to find you carrying a small bundle you held close in your arms.
It was blurry, but he remembered a small hand grasping at his finger, holding it there. It felt real, so real that when he woke up, he felt tears dampening his face.
If what Wong said was true, it made him wonder if that kind of world was possible–an existence that was closer to the brink of disintegration, yet a new life began on it. It was almost poetic.
“Y’know. I’ll get back to you on that one.”
A/N: I really didn’t plan to make this a two-parters because I’ve never thought about how this should end. I like to leave the ending to your interpretation, so maybe this won’t satisfy you, and maybe this will. How I see it, it’s kind of their own happy ending in a way, even if it’s a sad one.
Reblog and comment are greatly encouraged Let me know how you feel! I love talking to y’all about it a special shout out to @crazycookiecrumbles for letting me run my crazy ideas with you. You guys don’t know how many times I messaged her freaking out about this fic I appreciate you so much! If you haven’t yet, you should check out her works!
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Title: I Want to Feel You Burn With Me (Part Two) Pairing: Sinister!Strange x Fem!Reader Warnings: 13+ for mentions of blood and wounds, description of nudity, possessiveness, seductive advances, rough kissing, choking, light mention of spoilers (do not read if you haven’t seen the film)
Summary: You are inside the blackened foundations of the Sanctum with Stephen Strange attending to you. While you try to understand and uncover the secrets of the different construct you’re in, Stephen himself has a few plans for you now that you’re in his grasp.
And yes, there’s gonna be smut in the next part. Mwahaha!
First time writing for Sinister Strange, I have some other ones for him in progress as well so will probably be more :) Heard the song “Writing’s On The Wall,” by Sam Smith and it immediately made me think of Sinister’s descent into who he becomes, seriously recommend listening to it!
Paring: Sinister!Strange x F!Reader
Word Count:1,148
Description: Stephen uses dreamwalking to dull the ache of the loss of his Y/N, but the moments after always threaten to tear him apart.
“How do I live? How do I breathe? When you’re not here I’m suffocating. I want to feel love, run through my blood. Tell me is this where I give it all up? For you I have to risk it all.” - Writing’s On The Wall by Sam Smith.
Other Things: It’s fluffy at the beginning, but gets pretty angsty. Dreamwalking.
Warnings: Angst. Blood. Glass. Sinister is crazy, but not hurting anyone but himself here. Self-inflicted wounds sort of. Some swearing. Some MoM spoilers, though it takes place prior to his part in the movie, what he’s doing may be spoiler-y if you haven’t seen it yet.
Scenario: The Strange variants when they’re sick and their reactions to you helping take care of them.
Type of trope: Sickfic, Hurt/comfort
Pairings: Stephen Strange gn!reader, Defender!Strange x gn!reader, Supreme!Strange x gn!reader, Sinister!Strange x gn!reader, Doctor Strange Supreme x gn!reader
Warnings!-Illness and sickness
DO NOT: Claim, Repost, Copy, or Translate my stories anywhere else
Scenario: The Strange variants when they’re sick and their reactions to you helping take care of them.
Type of trope: Sickfic, Hurt/comfort
Pairings: Stephen Strange gn!reader, Defender!Strange x gn!reader, Supreme!Strange x gn!reader, Sinister!Strange x gn!reader, Doctor Strange Supreme x gn!reader
Warnings!-Illness and sickness
DO NOT: Claim, Repost, Copy, or Translate my stories anywhere else
